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The first time I met Rose was in the produce section of our local Gelson’s store. She was buying a couple of honeydew melons. Which is ironic, really. Because I’d love to be able to say that what first struck me about Rose was her lustrous straight auburn hair, cut in a stylish page-boy down to her shoulders. Or her emerald eyes, which sparkled with mischief. Or the freckles which covered her face. But actually what first struck me were her simply huge breasts. She was wearing a silk shirt, unbuttoned to reveal her cleavage. I mean, I have always been proud of my own C cup boobs, but they were like bumps compared to Rose’s. So as she delicately fingered the ends of the store’s melons to see if they were ripe, I couldn’t help imagining my own fingers delicately probing her lovely breasts, feeling her nipples slowly stiffen at my touch.

Because yes, I do like to watch, but I also love to play. And I swing both ways, with girls as well as boys.

We fell into conversation. Words always came easily to Rose; I believe I pretended to need her guidance on how to pick out a ripe honeydew, which gave me the time to look over the rest of her physique and her wardrobe while she told me. She had slim hips, clad in high-waisted satin harem pants. And she was wearing some kind of platform sandals, to give her a little more height, because her huge boobs somehow made her appear shorter than she actually was, I guess.

I thought she was lovely, and we chatted for quite a while before exchanging phone numbers and promising to get in touch.

I let two long days elapse before I called her. I was renting a spacious villa in Santa Monica at the time, with a pool and hot-tub, and I invited Rose over for a swim and drinks by the pool. Even by Californian standards the Summer was hot, and I was wearing a micro bikini when I opened my big oaken front-door to her the following weekend. Rose said she wouldn’t swim, but would love a drink. There was a three-person canopied sun-bed on the terrace by the pool, heaped with cushions, and that’s where we sat, sipping the ice-cold champagne that I had brought out from the house.

As we watched the sun slipping into the ocean like an angry blood-orange, Rose told me a little about herself. She lived with her younger brothers, who were twins, and had just turned 19. She did some modeling, and had – briefly – turned some tricks for the camera in a couple of porn films. She had nothing against that line of work – she readily confessed to being something of an exhibitionist – but had left the industry because of the way women were treated. There was no respect, she said. Male members of the production crew would routinely refer to the female actors as sluts or whores.

I think it was then that I told her that I liked to watch people fuck. I mean, watching porn is OK, but most professional porn leaves me a little cold. All that overdone panting and moaning, and contrived dirty talk … I like to see a woman really lose control as her pussy is relentlessly pounded or her clit expertly tongued. Real people, real orgasms, real breathlessness …

“So you’re a voyeur” Rose breathed.

Our conversation served only to heighten my desire for her. Every voyeur needs their exhibitionist, and Rose seemed simply delicious.

After I saw her to the door that first evening, I went back to sit out on the terrace by the pool, and gazed up at the moon. Maybe it was the champagne, maybe it was our talk about porn, but as I lay there reveling in the deepening cool of the night, I started to daydream. I imagined Rose’s enormous breasts tumbling out of her silk blouse and into my hungry mouth. I could feel my lips closing around her swelling nipples and my tongue swirling about each erect little nub. First one, then the other, my head bobbing from side to side. My fingers started to explore the dampening cleft between my thighs. At first through my bikini, my fingers started rubbing my swelling clit. And then I could stand it no longer and I was pushing my hand under the elastic of my bikini and brushing against my electric pubic hair with my fingers. Soon I wriggled out of my bikini altogether and lay back on the sun-bed, my legs spread open to the sky. It felt good, wanton somehow, to be exposing my soaking wet pussy to the balmy warm night. I worked two fingers up into myself just to get them wet, and then circled them softly over my pearl-hard clit, imagining Rose’s huge breasts swinging above me, seeing her mischievous eyes sparkle as she watched me masturbate. I came with a muffled moan.

I was now more determined than ever to get Rose into bed, or at least take her up on that vague – barely hinted at – offer of some kind of a show …

A full week was to pass before we were able to get together again. I phoned mid-week, but a gruff male voice told me that she was out of town. I assumed it was one of her brothers. I HOPED it was one of her brothers. When I finally did get hold of her it was the weekend, and she told me that she had been in New Mexico tuzla eve gelen escort for a modeling assignment.

“Well – can you come round this evening?” I asked, hardly daring to hope that she would be free. But to my delight she said she’d love to, and this time SHE would bring the champagne.

When I opened the door for her, I was wearing a little black dress, a single gold pendant nestled between my boobs. Rose was wearing a deep green silk shirt, which matched her eyes, and pants of a lighter green, cut the way all her pants seemed to be cut, loose, and falling straight to the floor from her slender hips.

As I opened the fizz she had brought, Rose told me all about the shoot she had been on in New Mexico. Apparently one of the photographer’s assistants – male – had tried to come on to her, and had got drunk in the hotel bar and made a bit of a scene when she pushed him away. Rose was good with words and always made me laugh with her colorful stories. I was an attentive listener.

The villa I was renting had a video projection room and there was a movie I had always wanted to see available on Netflix. I asked Rose if she was up for a French film.

“As long as it has subtitles, sweetie” she said.

So I scrolled through my favorites until its title appeared: ‘Blue is the warmest color’.

We snuggled down onto the leather love-seat and began to watch. The movie follows the relationship between two girls, from its shy blossoming to its stormy end – with some pretty explicit scenes of lesbian sex in between. As the film unfolded, I found myself looking at Rose almost as much as at the screen, watching her parted lips and uneven breathing during the sex scenes, feeling her heart racing in time with the action. She was engrossed, and we hardly spoke.

At the end she turned to me and said:

“You really DO like to watch, don’t you?”

I smiled, and asked her if she’d like to look at some more. I had carefully selected some porn clips that I had hoped we would watch together – clips featuring real people enjoying each other’s bodies, enjoying bringing each other to shared climaxes.

To my delight, Rose silently nodded and gave me a broad grin.

The first clip I played featured a middle-aged couple fooling around together on a sofa. It was all shot from a static camera, so it was like we were actually there: voyeurs, silent witnesses to their lovemaking. The woman was making all the first moves, which I found really turned me on. The couple were clothed to begin with, and as they kissed, their tongues visibly entwined, the woman reached down and fondled the man’s bulging pants. He pulled off her T-shirt, and started to kiss her nipples as she unzipped his fly and prised out his swollen cock.

They were soon both completely naked, and fondling each other, face on to the camera. His hand was massaging her glistening open cunt, as her hand was gliding up and down his glistening hard shaft.

“Which turns you on more?” asked Rose, not taking her eyes off the screen, “her breasts or her pussy?”

“I’d have to say, her breasts” I replied. “I mean I like the taste of pussy, but I LOVE the way a nipple stiffens in my mouth when I suck it.”

“So which turns you on more to watch, breasts or cock? “

“Now THAT is a much more difficult question” I said, and watched his hands squeezing her breasts on the screen. And then turned my attention toward her fingers swirling sensuously over the angry swollen head of his rock hard cock.

“You know, I believe I am actually more aroused by his cock” I replied, and I think my answer was a surprise even to me.

Rose smiled.

We watched several more clips after that, and discussed how each one was making us feel. But – to my disappointment – all the action stayed on the screen, and not on our love-seat. I could see that Rose was getting turned on, but I was too shy to make the first move. There was too much at stake to risk a refusal.

So I was delighted when she called me the next day to ask if she could come over the following weekend. Just as she was hanging up – almost as an afterthought – she said:

“OK if I bring the twins?”

“Of course” I replied.

I was intrigued, and spent the longest week of my life waiting for Saturday to come around.

It was — of course — sunny when Rose and her brothers showed up at the villa, clutching pool towels and another bottle of bubbly. Finally, I thought, when I saw the towels, I’m going to see Rose in a swimsuit. But there, I was disappointed: the towels were for the boys; Rose said she didn’t swim and didn’t like the water …

Rose and I watched the twins – Mark and Chris – splashing and swimming in the pool as we sipped our ice-cold champagne. Her brothers were well-built, with tanned, lithe bodies topped by identical mops of blonde hair. Rose told me that Chris had a tiny birth-mark, and Mark did not, but I couldn’t tell them apart.

I felt an easy sense of intimacy with tuzla otele gelen escort Rose, and a growing sense of anticipation.

I brought some little nibbles out to eat, and Rose and I were sitting on some wrought-iron chairs at a table in the shade, watching the twins race each other in the pool, when she turned to me, laid her hand upon my thigh, and asked if I was ready to watch a little show she had prepared. I caught my breath, and nodded.

“Stand up,” she said, “I need to move your chair.”

She turned the chair to face the three-person sun-bed, which, with its white canopy, formed a perfect little stage.

“Sit down” she said, “I don’t want you to move from here.” She called the twins over.

While they toweled themselves dry, Rose fished some things out of a little bag she had brought with her.

“It’s going to take a little time to get ready,” she said, “so Mark is going to blindfold you.”

He was very gentle, and made sure that the black silk scarf he tied around my head was not too tight.

“And now I’m going to attach you to the chair,” he said, “Rose doesn’t want you to move during the show.”

He took my arms and manacled my wrists to each other behind the chair, and then to the chair itself. The manacles were sturdy, but covered in some kind of fluffy imitation fur, so that they were comfortable. And then I felt him touching my ankle, and attaching that to the chair leg.

“And now the other one.” he said, as he pushed my legs apart and fastened my other ankle.

I heard him walk away.

There was whispering from the sun-bed, and Rose giggled.

I waited.

And then I felt hands untying the scarf behind my head. Mark (or was it Chris?) told me to keep my eyes closed until Rose told me I could open them. I promised that I would and he removed the blindfold.

He walked away, and a minute later Rose softly trilled that I could open my eyes.

She was half lying, half sitting on the sun-bed, with cushions piled behind her back. The twins were kneeling, one on each side of her. They had changed out of their wet swim suits and were now each wearing identical silk boxer shorts. And they were taking it in turns to lean down and kiss their sister. Not sweet sibling pecks on the cheek, but deep, passionate tongue kisses. And as they kissed, they took turns to fondle her breasts. They started to unbutton her shirt, taking turns on that too, one button each, until her shirt was open to the waist, and her boobs were able to swing free. Then the twin on her right started sucking a nipple.

“Oh Chris!” Rose moaned.

Her boobs were as sensational as I had imagined – firm, creamy handfuls, each tipped with a wide rosy areola and crowned with a dark erect nipple.

Mark, judging from the bulge in his boxers, was clearly getting turned on. As, of course, was I.

“Strip!” said Rose.

And each twin obediently undressed. Slowly, sensuously, making it a strip-tease. As soon as Marks’s cock bobbed into view, Chris got down on all fours and transferred his mouth from Rose’s nipple to his brother’s stiffening rod, taking the head deep into his throat, as Mark’s mouth closed hungrily over his sister’s breast.

“Oh, Mark!” moaned Rose, as he swirled his tongue over the tip of her nipple, mirroring Chris’s practiced tonguing of his cock.

My legs shackled apart facing them, I could feel a familiar tingling warmth spreading up from my groin.

Now each twin was kneeling either side of Rose, taking turns to lean down and kiss her, or suck a nipple, as she smoothed precum over the tip of each of their cocks and gently started stroking them.

I could feel myself kegeling as I watched, and my breath started getting shorter.

Rose leaned to her right and took Chris’s cock into her mouth, pulling it into her as deep as she could; Mark turned and lay in her lap, reaching up both hands to take her breast into his mouth and she suckled him like a baby. As she was deep-throating Chris, saliva dribbled down her chin: Rose took some on her fingers, leaned down and smeared it over the tip of Mark’s swollen hard-on.

The twins’ cocks were not the only things getting swollen. I could feel my clitoris getting pearl-hard under my bikini as I watched.

“Turn over Mark,” said Rose, “we don’t want you cumming yet!”

So her brother turned over in her lap, thrusting his hard cock against her pants, and presenting his pale butt to her upraised hand.

THWACK!!

The noise of Rose’s hand swinging through the air and connecting with Mark’s upturned butt reverberated around the pool. I was fascinated to see the imprint of her hand slowly blossom in pink on his pale butt cheek.

“Chris,” said Rose, “The lube …” and she held out her hand. Chris passed her a small tube, and Rose – after raining two more hearty slaps onto Mark’s up-turned buttocks – applied the tube directly to his ass-hole and squeezed a goodly quantity of lube straight into his ass. She smoothed tuzla sınırsız escort it in with a couple of fingers, then told Mark to kneel next to her and play with his cock for her.

The boys’ cocks were pale and thick, tipped with a light mauve helmet, and rising ramrod straight from a bush of auburn pubic hair. They were identical, they were beautiful and I wanted to taste them.

Now it was Chris’s turn to get spanked and lubed, and soon he too was kneeling next to his sister, pumping his enormous dick.

“Stop that now, boys,” said Rose “and put your hands behind your backs.”

They stopped masturbating, and obediently clasped their hands behind their buttocks, as Rose slowly eased a slippery finger up each twin’s ass.

She fixed me with an impish grin, and started to push her fingers in and out of her brothers’ lubed ass-holes. And then she held her hands motionless beneath their butts, and started wiggling her fingers in a come-hither motion, massaging their prostates.

Each twin was hunkered down on his haunches, impaled on one of Rose’s fingers, his thick hard-on bobbing in front of him, his whole body straining to empty through his cock. Mark reached out a hand to caress Rose’s breasts, then Chris reached down and took a nipple between his fingers, so that the three of them were locked in a triangle of lust and longing, Rose’s breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps as the twins’ fingers squeezed and fondled the sensitive tips of her swollen nipples.

I could feel my pussy starting to flood, my cunt muscles clenching and unclenching in time to the rippling movement of Rose’s fingers in her brothers’ ass-holes, to the swirling of the twins’ fingers around the tips of those magnificent breasts.

Rose’s eyes locked onto mine as her brothers rode her fingers, our gaze like a secret tunnel between us. My mouth was dry, my breath uneven, and I finally pulled my gaze away from Rose’s eyes, to be mesmerized by the twins’ bobbing, throbbing cocks.

Never had I more wanted to touch myself. In vain I tried to move my arms from behind the chair. My whole body was tingling, urging the twins on to their orgasms, my hips involuntarily thrusting …

Naked from the waist up, Rose was propped up against the cushions, her voluptuous breasts jiggling as her fingers continued their relentless massage. She looked like an Indian goddess, the twins her naked acolytes, trapped like finger-puppets on her upturned hands.

Suddenly Chris let out a strangled gasp and a jet of cum erupted from his cock, covering his sister’s naked breasts and belly with spurt after spurt of thick cream. Mark exploded just seconds later, his orgasm coursing through him in juddering spasms.

Rose lay back, and gently eased her lubed fingers out of her brothers’ bodies. Her breasts and her belly were covered in cum; some had even jetted onto her face.

“Lick me clean, boys!” she said, and the twins eagerly set to.

Rose shot me a look of mingled triumph and longing, and handed Chris a small key.

“Unshackle our voyeur” she said, “she can help clean me up.”

Chris approached me, his cock now limp but still a bit tumescent. He eyed me appreciatively, as if considering how best to take advantage of my helplessness. He bent down and unhooked my bikini top, then stood behind me and started to fondle my breasts. He unlocked the manacles on my wrists, then came round to stand in front of me. We both looked down at his hardening cock. I love to watch a cock grow hard like that, thicken and arc skyward, defying gravity with the pulse of lust. Without a word, I took his inflamed helmet into my mouth and ran my tongue around the rim, tasting the salty remnants of his cum as I gently squeezed his balls.

“Bring her here!” At Rose’s command, Chris quickly extricated his rod from my mouth and bent down to unfasten my shackles, then helped me walk the short distance up to the sun-bed.

Rose smiled broadly up at me, her eyes shining:

“Sit on my face,” she said, “I want to eat you out.”

I needed no second bidding: my cunt was aching, and I quickly straddled her hungry mouth.

Rose began by thrusting her wide tongue deep into my open wet pussy, tasting my juices, pushing the walls of my cunt apart as she probed ever deeper. I ground my hips down onto her, wantonly moving my groin back and forth over her mouth. I could feel my juices flowing into her. But I wanted her to move from my pussy to my clit, which had swollen harder than a lemon pip, and was crying out for some gentle attention.

I needn’t have worried. Rose was an expert. She let her tongue travel up the length of my cleft one last time and then began to tease the sensitive tip of my clit with the hard tip of her tongue, flicking my swollen pearl from side to side. Then suddenly sucking down on it and taking it entirely into her mouth as if she was going to swallow it, before releasing it through her teeth and biting it tenderly, then flicking it from left to right once more … I moaned, my breath coming in short gasps, my head flung back, my groin the epicenter of the universe. It was like I was adrift in a tiny boat, heading through white water towards Niagara Falls. I could hear the rushing water in my ears, sense the boat bobbing on the waves, hear the distant roar of the waterfall.

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Winter Getaway Pt. 02

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I pulled my jeans up, surveying the surroundings. Anna, her sister Julia, and I got dressed in the confined space of the sauna. There was a heavy scent of sex in the air. Julia had her back to us as she clasped her bra, before pulling her sweater over her head. I thought it was weird that she was suddenly feeling modest given that we had all been naked together just moments earlier.

Anna opened the door and a blast of cold air hit us. It had started snowing again. The two girls shivered as they trotted back through the snow covered yard towards the cabin. I followed behind them, admiring how different they looked from behind. Anna with the curvier bottom was the familiar one. I had held that bum in my hands every day for the past 5 years. Julia was exotic and exhilarating with her delicate features and the slight curve of her bum. Everybody seems to have a fantasy about twin sisters these days. I think that is so overrated given the variety available in nature. I definitely struck gold with these two.

The national anthem played at the Tokyo olympics as the announcer called my name out and declared me the winner for bedding a wife and her sister on the same day. The crowd roared and I waved. I snapped out of my own self congratulatory fantasy. Hehehe! I was certainly on top of the world. If one word could describe my emotion, it would be euphoria.

At the same time, it wasn’t lost on me how quiet the rest of the group was. something was clearly amiss. Were they ok?

We entered the cabin and Anna called dibs on the shower. There was only one, tiny shower and we all had to share it. As the door to the bathroom shut and the sound of the shower turned on, Julia climbed up to the loft and rummaged through her duffel bag for clothes.

“Hey, do you mind if I go next?” she asked.

“Sure,” I replied.

Anna opened the shower door and the cabin filled with steam. She walked out clutching a tiny towel around her body, but didn’t make eye contact. “It’s a little cramped in there, but the water is nice and hot,” she said.

Julia quickly clambered down the loft ladder with her clothes and closed the bathroom door behind her. I was starting to get a little cold. My clothes were wet from my sweat covered body from the sauna. I could also feel the stickiness on my dick from our escapade just a little while ago. I couldn’t tell if I was sticky from the handjob that Julia had given me or from the drilling I gave to Anna on the sauna bench. I laughed to myself, “First world problems!”

The bathroom door opened and a towel clad Julia came out. The towels they had at the cabin could have been a tad bigger. It was clear that Julia had tied the towel just above her nipples so that she could get a couple of inches of coverage below her crotch. Anna had done the same and it had caused her breasts to come together in a generous and deep cleavage. Julia did not have large enough boobs to have a cleavage, but it allowed me to see a lot more detail on her chest. You could just about see the top of her pink aereolas. The cold air outside the bathroom caused her chest to get goosebumps and even through the thick towel, you could tell that her nipples were long and hard from the cold. Drops of water trickled from her wet hair down to her chest, only to disappear between her boobs into the towel. Streaks of water also trickled down her toned inner thighs. She looked down at the ground without making any eye contact as she kaynarca escort walked past me and said, “The water is starting to get cold. I tried to use as little as possible to leave you some.”

I figured that the water would warm up by the time I got my toiletries together. What I really wanted to do was give myself a good long shower session and masturbate to the memories of earlier in the day. I had never experienced anything like this before and my hormones were in crazy overdrive. I decided that taking some pressure out of the cooker would help me get through the weekend without having to sport an obvious boner the entire time.

As soon as I entered the shower, I knew that would have to wait. In addition to being the smallest shower known to mankind, the water was starting to alternate between hot and cold. So, I turned the shower off to save some water as I lathered up. I could hear loud conversation outside. The sisters had gotten over their quiet phase. I turned the water back on to rinse off. When I turned the water back off, I heard the conversation again. This time it was clear that they were arguing and not talking. Oh boy! Am I in trouble? What’s going on?

When I opened the door to walk out of the bathroom, I started to make out the words.

“How could you make him cum, Julia? After everything we’ve been through?” asked Anna.

“Come on, Anna. It is in the past now. Please don’t make such a big deal out of it. It just happened,” pleaded Julia.

I butted in and asked, “Why is it so bad that I came, especially when we did all kinds of other stuff? Both of you came as well.”

That was the wrong thing to say. Two pairs of smoldering eyes turned and bore into me.

“This is not about you,” glowered Julia.

“How is it not about me when you are arguing over my jizz?” I asked.

Anna stepped in and wisely said, “If you want to live, find something else to do.”

I took the hint and walked away. After getting dressed, I decided to get some steaks out of the cooler and went outside to figure out the grill. I spent some time figuring out adjustments to temperature and time to compensate for the frigid cold. Soon, I was focusing on the cooking and ignored the drama happening indoors. By the time I walked in the door with a plate heaped with 3 juicy and tender steaks and some grilled, caramelized asparagus, the mood quickly turned positive and the focus shifted towards dinner.

After dinner, I offered to whip up some Irish coffees with my secret recipe with extra whiskey. As we sank into the couches, Julia said, “Thank you for dinner! Those steaks were amazing.”

Anna ruffled my hair and said, “Yeah, babe. You really came through. And this Irish coffee is really hitting the spot. Are you trying to get us drunk? haha.”

The conversation slowly eased up from the tension of the afternoon. Anna was leaning back on me. She was wearing her favorite t shirt and flannel pj bottoms. Julia was leaning back on the other couch. She was wearing an oversized flannel pj shirt and her legs were bare. She had tucked her legs up to her chin and had covered her legs up by pulling the shirt over her knees. I noticed that she nervously stroked the side of leg with her fingers.

We had a second round, this time just the irish whiskey. With generous portions, we were soon a little tipsy. Anna had gotten a little giggly and her volume was also getting a little louder than usual. orhanlı escort Julia had started stroking her leg a little more vigorously than before.

“Anna?” said Julia, interrupting her sister as she was telling me a random story.

“What?” asked Anna.

“Look at this…” said Julia, her words a little slurred. She paused and then spread her legs apart and slowly pulled up her flannel shirt until it was up past her tummy. Anna and I both caught our breath. Julia was not wearing any underwear under her shirt. She reached down and spread her pussy lips apart. Her clit was already hard and was standing erect. Julia clenched and unclenched her pussy and we could see every puffy, wrinkly part of her pussy move.

There was absolute silence in the room.

Julia finally broke the silence. “Anna, I really want you to show me again. I really want this.”

Again? I thought. What is going on, here? What have I gotten myself into?

At first, Anna didn’t say anything. After an eternity, I felt her slowly reach over. Her hand slid across the arm rest of our couch, across the arm rest of her couch, and ever so slightly grazed her right leg. Julia’s pussy clenched again in anticipation. It was glistening with desire. As Anna’s hand slowly reached up past Julia’s knee and up her inner thigh, Julia shivered, closed her eyes, and threw her head back. Julia brought her hands up to fondle her own breasts, exactly the way I had seen her do it at the sauna.

Julia slowly unbuttoned her shirt and it left her completely naked on the couch.

“Do you want me to show you how to do it, sis?” asked Anna.

“yesss…” whispered Julia in a hoarse, almost animal voice.

Anna leaned over and licked Julia’s pussy with a wet and warm tongue, causing Julia’s back to arch in approval.

“Show me how you do it” said Julia in almost a growl.

Anna began licking Julia’s clit almost like how a cat licks itself. It was the most primal, animal instinct thing I have ever seen in my life.

I now had a throbbing and aching shaft that was confined in my own PJs. I slid my PJs down and moaned in relief as my dick felt the cool air of the cabin blow past the tip. I had never seen my dick this engorged. Every vein was full, and the head was an angry red color. It was as if my plumbing had exceeded the safe pressure levels.

Julia was now breathing heavily and her back was almost not even touching the couch. Anna’s rythmic slurping was picking up steam. It wasn’t too fast. It wasn’t too slow. It was just at a pace that just kept getting ever so slightly more intense. It was almost as if Julia was getting wrapped up in a tsunami that she could just not escape.

Finally, Julia let out a raggedy moan:

“Unfhhhh….Unfhhhhh….aaaahhhh…..aaaaaaaahhhhhh………aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!”

I looked over as Anna lifted her face from Julia’s muff. Julia’s pussy was pink and engorged and puffy. The insides were quivering, and the hole to her vagina was now contracting and expanding as she had her orgasm. It was the hottest thing ever.

Finally Julia opened her eyes, heavily drugged with feel good hormones. She looked at me, and then looked down at my crotch, and then smiled as she saw my hard on and my predicament.

You could see the gears churning in Julia’s head. Her smile turned a little devilish as she looked over to Anna and said, “Hey Anna, if you don’t want me to make your husband come, tepeören escort you should do something about it.”

With that, Julia slithered off the couch and crawled on all fours towards me. I looked down as her boobs swayed and jiggled with each step she took. She was quite drunk by now and every one of teetering steps caused her boobs to jiggle. My dick throbbed. She came up to me and stuck her tongue out and gave my dick a slow, warm, sensual lick from the base of my shaft to the throbbing head. How am I still alive after feeling that? It was the most insane feeling ever. Anna sat up to look at what was going on, and hooked her hands on her T shirt to quickly peel it off. Anna got under Julia and licked the base of my shaft, retracing Julia’s tongue from just a couple of seconds earlier. When Anna reached the tip of my dick, she continued further until her tongue met Julia’s tongue. It was as if you had just connected positive and negative, and electricity flowed between the two sisters.

They turned back towards me and started blowing me together, with their mouths caressing either side of my shaft. Anna would reach the top of my shaft and pause before sliding her mouth back down. Julia would continue on to envelop the top of my head into her mouth, allowing me to explore her warm, wet mouth for just the briefest moment, before her mouth slid back down the side of my shaft to match Anna’s rhythm.

I thought the sauna was amazing. This was on a whole different planet. As Anna and Julia kept sliding their mouths on either side of my dick, I could feel a familiar tightening of my balls as hot, warm semen started the journey from my balls to my dick.

I was suddenly terrified. I didn’t know if cumming now was ok or if it would make the argument from earlier worse. “I feel like cumming. Should I cum?” I asked.

They both looked at each other and gave each other a devilish grin and continued sliding their mouths on either side of my shaft. They did not reply at all. It was torture.

“I’m serious,” I said in alarm. “Am I allowed to cum or not?”

No response. I was now trembling as I felt my dick throb and reach the point of no return. I arched my back and stuck my hips out. Julia did one extra rotation of her tongue around my head and gave a lingering slurping suck before starting to slide her mouth back down the side.

That was it…

I twitched. And then a hot, sticky rope of cum shot out of me and landed on Julia’s face, half on her left eye brow, half dangling from her left eye, and draped across her nose all the way to her right cheek. It even made a loud splashing sound.

“Uhhhhhh…..” I groaned.

A second rope of cum blasted Julia’s face and ricocheted all the way over to Anna’s cheeks.

Julia instinctively put her mouth over my head, causing the warm sensation to finally unleash the torrent.

“Uhhhhh….Ungggggg……Uffffff….Unnnnnngh….”

Pulse after pulse of cum drained from my cock into Julia’s mouth. I finally collapsed back onto the couch. I was sweating. My legs were trembling. My body was limp.

Julia looked up at Anna and said, “I made him cum, and I swallowed it.”

Are you Insane? I thought to myself. Julia is about to start World War III. I looked over at Anna, who gently picked up the strand of cum that had splashed across her face and put it in her mouth. She didn’t care.

There was also a nagging feeling that whatever happened here today has some backstory with the two of them. I wanted to know what that was. That could wait, though. I slipped into a blissful, post orgasmic nap on the couch, with my shirt on, and my PJs down at my ankles. 0% dignity. 100% pleasure.

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Housewives and Cheerleaders Ch. 22

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Truth be told, they could probably have just thrown Lexi into practice and she would have been fine. But Jackie London knew what she was doing by giving Kat a chance to spend time alone with the new girl. They hadn’t overtly planned it out between them, but both of them had an inkling of how they expected things to go.

There were moments when Jackie had her doubts. When things were quiet, and she was alone in her classroom or apartment, she was aware of the fact that her cheerleader pussy habit had gotten out of control. All her carefully drawn lines — the product of years of self-discipline — had been obliterated.

At least all the senior cheerleaders were of age — she knew that for a fact, as the files she had on all of them contained copies of their birth certificates. Even so, sex with students was not allowed, and if discovered she would be summarily fired and have to leave town. Her teaching career would most likely be over.

But though her practical self was aware of all this, in her heart of hearts she felt no guilt about what she was doing. If it made the girls feel good, and it made her feel good — and, God, did it make her feel good! — who was harmed? And the danger only made it all that much more exciting.

* * *

When Kat and Lexi got together after practice on Tuesday to work on some routines, Jackie watched them from a distance. But there was nothing much to see that day, other than two pretty girls talking and dancing.

To be sure, there was sexual tension between them from the very beginning. But Lexi was waiting for Kat to make the first move, and Kat was holding herself back. There was no shortage kurtköy escort of meaningful looks between them as they worked together, with Kat taking every opportunity to put her hands on Lexi to demonstrate a particular position. At one point she cupped Lexi’s ass to pull her forward, but that was as far as things went.

Both girls went home and immediately masturbated, Lexi while watching a video of two blondes that she imagined were Kat and herself, and Kat in the shower while thinking of Lexi. Lexi enjoyed her orgasm, but still felt a little frustrated; she was pretty sure that Kat wanted her, but how could she make her availability more clear? She didn’t want to be too much a slut, especially on the off chance that she was wrong. Imagine it getting around that she’d made a pass at a fellow cheerleader in her first week in school; she’d never live that down. The best she could think of was to not wear a bra under her uniform the next day.

Kat noticed that Lexi’s tits were bouncing around more then they had before, and this certainly got her attention. She managed to get her hands on them while moving Lexi around, but for whatever reason she just couldn’t take things any further. Both girls were disappointed when the session was over.

They said goodbye and went their separate ways, but a couple minutes later Kat remembered that she’d left her phone in her locker and went back to retrieve it. Walking back through the locker room she saw Lexi sitting in front of her locker, naked except for a pair of sheer pink panties. Their eyes met, and the look in Lexi’s at that moment told Kat all she needed to know. She walked right aydıntepe escort up to Lexi and leaned down to kiss her.

She tasted so, so delicious: sweet, salty, a hint of fruit. Kat kissed her way down Lexi’s neck and eagerly tasted her new friend’s ripe young breasts. Her nipples were small but growing by the second. Kat took a moment to thank God, or whoever was running things, for giving her so many opportunities for exquisite pleasure. Then she hooked her fingers into either side of the waistband of Lexi’s panties and slowly pulled them off, staring fixedly into Lexi’s big brown eyes the whole time. Then she looked down at Lexi’s pussy: luscious, pink, damp, and slightly open. Kat penetrated her, gently, with one finger. Lexi exhaled and let out the softest of moans.

Inching Lexi slightly forward on the bench, Kat leaned down and took her first taste of the new cheerleader. Lexi sighed gratefully and opened her legs wider. She could hardly believe it; a week ago she could never have imagined herself in this position, but now it was like the fulfillment of a long-held dream. Kat took her time exploring the new territory, leaving Lexi’s pussy a few times to kiss, lick, and nibble her inner thighs. By the time Kat touched Lexi’s clit for the first time a few minutes later, she had progressed from quiet moans to full-on screams that echoed through the empty locker room. Soon Kat felt Lexi’s legs tremble and her nails dug into Kat’s shoulder as she came. Then they kissed again and Lexi tasted herself on another girl’s lips for the first time.

Kat told Lexi to get dressed and went to grab her phone. She had a few more tuzla içmeler escort things she wanted to teach the new girl, but not here. This was not the right setting, and anyway the custodians might come through at any moment. They walked together to Kat’s house, where no one was home. Her dad was still out of town and her mom was at a spin class. Kat brought Lexi to her bedroom and closed the door behind them, and in a matter of seconds they had ripped each other’s clothes off.

Lexi was eager for her first taste of pussy but also anxious about her inexperience, so Kat coached her and complimented her at every step along the way. She told Lexi not to worry about making her come, but just to take it slow and enjoy the process. Soon Lexi, intoxicated by Kat’s taste and scent and the lovely little sounds she made, forgot to be nervous and let instinct take over. Kat rolled over into 69 position and things started to get loud; Lexi, it turned out, was a screamer. They took turns coming three, four, five times, then Kat took Lexi in her arms and whispered in her ear: “Welcome to the team.”

Afterwards Lexi got dressed and Kat walked her to the door wrapped in a towel. As they passed the living room, Lexi was stunned to see Kat’s mother sitting there watching TV. She must have heard everything; Lexi turned bright red and almost walked into a lamp.

“Hi, mom,” said Kat nonchalantly.

“Hello, dear,” answered Samantha. “Who’s this?”

“Oh, this is Lexi. She just joined the squad.”

“Well, that’s wonderful! Nice to meet you, Lexi.”

Lexi struggled to form words. She finally mumbled “Nice to meet you, ma’am,” and trying to be polite, managed to meet Samantha’s eyes. They were dancing, sparkling, full of meaning; Lexi’s heart hammered in her chest. She shyly wished Kat goodnight and started walking home, wondering what new surprises might be in store for her in the future.

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A Teacher’s Punishment

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Scene 114: A Teacher’s Punishment

An online friend sent a very sexy photo to me along with some information about herself and asked me to write a script based on it. She likes this and said I could share it (but, sorry, she didn’t give me permission to share the photo). What she’d really love is to have a movie made from this script, but I don’t know any directors. She thinks I should make the movie myself on an iPhone. It sounds like fun but I don’t know if I have that talent. I asked who she would cast if she could choose the stars. She likes Mango as Cynthia and Mia Markova or Christen Courtney as Kelly and herself (or Avery Nona since none of you know what my friend looks lie) as Jenna.

All actresses in this film/story are older than 21.

The movie fades in. We see a sexy, slender brunette, 23-26 years old, in the living room of a modest house. The room is clean and tidy. She’s about 5’6″. She’s wearing dark grey yoga pants and a tight, black t-shirt that doesn’t cover her stomach, and she’s barefoot. She has small to medium breasts. She’s pacing across the room with an angry look on her face as she presses an entry on her cell phone. We only hear her side of the conversation.

“Hi, dear. I’m really sorry to be bothering you at work. But Ashlii had another incident at school today, and I wanted you to know about it before you get home.”

“I don’t know the details except that some teacher she keeps having problems with got angry today. And it got worse than other times because this time she even spanked her.”

“I know, I know. I looked at the school rules online and there’s a discipline section that gives the teachers the right to spank the children.”

“Yes, but that’s the deal with this private school. Supposedly, it helps them recruit better teachers and produces better behaved children. Some bullshit like that.”

“Right, I agree. I sent Ashlii next door to hang out with her friend. The bitch is coming here to talk to me, and I’m going to give her a piece of me!”

The woman laughs. “Oh, I wish I could do that! Wouldn’t that be appropriate revenge for this slut!”

“No, I think she really is a slut. Even Ashley complains that she dresses slutty. “

The hand that isn’t holding the phone is rubbing a breast through the material. “Stop it! You’re turning me on. Are you going to be busy all night again tonight, or will we have some time to, you know, play a little?”

She sighs. “Okay, maybe this weekend.” The doorbell rings. “Gotta go, that’s probably her at the door. I love you, too.” She quits the call and puts the phone down on a table. She goes to the front door and opens it. An attractive blonde about the same age as she is in a skirt and blouse stands there. The tight skirt is brightly colored and comes down to almost her mid-thigh and shows off her pretty legs. Her bright yellow blouse is tight and shows off that her breasts are a distinctly larger than the first woman’s. It’s unbuttoned enough to show off some cleavage. Her wavy blonde hair comes to her shoulders. In her heels, she’s just a little shorter than Jenna.

Both women have a wide, surprised smile. The woman outside says “Jenna, is that really you” and Jenna is saying “Kelly! I can’t believe you’re here! I’m so glad to see you again!” The two women hug. Jenna asks “How long have you been in town? We haven’t talked for like three years!”

“I know, not since we graduated college.”

Jenna lets go. “Come in. Please, come in. You look even better than I remember!”

They go inside and close the door. “First, can we talk about Ashlii?”

“Wait. You’re her teacher?”

Kelly nods. “Yes. But I’m confused. She’s way too old to be your daughter.”

“That’s easy to explain. I got married about a year ago. Then my new brother-in-law and his wife were killed by a drunk driver, and Ashlii moved in with us.”

“Now I understand. We have to talk about Ashlii’s behavior at school.”

“Okay, but why don’t we sit down.” Jenna directs her to a sofa. “Would you like some coffee or soda or tea … or wine?”

“Wine would be nice.” She stares at Jenna’s ass as Jenna walks to a cabinet with wine and glasses. As Jenna bends down to get a bottle from below, Kelly sucks her lip while she remembers all the good times she had squeezing that perfect bottom. She sits when Jenna returns with the glasses of wine, and Jenna sits in a chair opposite her. “What’s going on with Ashlii?”

“Mostly, she just has a bad attitude. She’s very disrespectful. She talks back to me and acts like she doesn’t respect my authority over her. It’s been getting worse lately, and it escalated today to where I had to spank her.”

Jenna is nodding. “I’m sure she deserved it. She’s disrespectful at home to me a lot, too. I think it’s because I’m young and attractive, and she doesn’t want to listen to me as her mother.” Her concerned look turns into a smile that she’s trying to hide. “Did you give her a real spanking or was it just to make an impression?”

Kelly doesn’t try to tuzla escort hide her smile. “Oh, it was very real. She’ll skip swim practice for at least a week so no one sees how red I made it. And she had real tears.”

Jenna laughs gleefully. “I’ve wanted to smack her so many times, but I haven’t done it. I think it’s because I felt she’s too old for that and maybe I’m not old enough — especially since I’m not her real mother.”

“That’s one of the advantages of being a teacher at Top Performance Academy. We’re permitted to use corporal punishment if we need it.”

“How did you get a job there?”

“I graduated last spring with my Masters in Education and saw an employment ad for the Academy. It has a good reputation, and I wanted to be in a larger city. I thought I’d have a better chance of finding lovers. I applied, they accepted me, I moved here, and I love it!” She smiles winsomely. “And what’s your story?”

“I had a retail job. I quit when Ashlii came, and now I work part-time in mornings. 3 days/week, as a sales rep. I’ll go back to full-time work after Ashlii can drive herself.”

Now that the difficult conversation is past, Kelly’s posture relaxes. “Well, you look amazing! I can’t get over how great … well, you know.”

“Thank you!” Jenna also relaxes and we can tell that she’s starting to flirt with Kelly. “I work out every day.” She moves her hands down along her side, “and I’m satisfied with the attention I get.” She smiles. “And you look so sexy, too. That’s not what you wear to work, is it?”

“Fortunately, there’s no dress code for teachers.” She unbuttons another button of her blouse, and her yellow bra comes into view. She smiles longingly at Jenna. “I like to show off for the principal to make sure I get good assignments and write-ups.”

“You mean Mrs. Hubbard? But I’ve met her husband.”

“So have I. Maybe that’s why she likes to look at me. I can tell she likes it, and I flirt with her a little.”

“I can’t take my eyes off of you. You are so sexy! But I wouldn’t be satisfied just looking.”

Kelly gets a serious look. “Are you and your husband having trouble?

“No husband — I have a wife.”

Now Kelly smiles seductively. “That makes a lot more sense.” Kelly pulls up the skirt a little higher, enough that we can see glimpses of her yellow panties if we look. And Jenna is staring at them. “Are you and your wife having troubles — or are you looking to add someone to make it more interesting?”

Jenna shrugs. “I just feel ignored.” Kelly waits for her to continue, but Jenna doesn’t have anything to add yet.

“When we graduated and you left, I cried every day for a week missing you. I stood in front of the mirror and danced and pretended that you were still there to watch. Does your wife dance for you?”

Jenna sighs. “She used to. But not since she got her promotion.” She shakes her head. “I masturbate a lot every day. I subscribe to a stripper website and I masturbate while I watch that in the morning. I work out at home, and I watch myself exercise nude and masturbate in the mirror. Then I masturbate in the shower. Finally, after I pick up Ashlii from school, while she’s in her room doing homework, I watch myself strip and dance in the mirror in my room and masturbate before Cynthia gets home.”

Kelly gives her that longing look again. “Did I interrupt your schedule today?”

Jenna has a long pause while she considers how she wants to answer that. “Do you still dance?”

“No. I don’t dance for anyone but you. What about you? Are you still turned on by the way I danced for you?

“Uh-huh.” Jenna spreads her legs and rubs her pussy through her pants. “Are you wet?”

“Not yet.” Kelly stands up. She puts her hands under her skirt and pulls down her yellow bikini panties and gives them to Jenna. Jenna rubs them against her cheeks. She sticks out her tongue and licks the outside and then the inside of the panties while Kelly unbuttons her blouse and takes it off. Then she removes the yellow bra. She pulls her skirt up so that it doesn’t quite cover her entire ass, and she dances for Jenna. It’s not a stripper’s dance; it’s more like what you would see in a club. As Kelly sways and moves, her pussy keeps coming into view. And now Jenna is sucking on the panties until the crotch is totally soaked. “Are you wet?” Kelly asks.

“Yes.” Jenna hooks her fingers inside the waistband of her yoga pants and panties and pulls them down to her knees. She rubs Kelly’s wet panties against her own pussy with one hand and plays with her breasts under her shirt with the other. Then she tosses the panties to Kelly, who catches them. “Now you have wet panties.”

Kelly puts the panties back on and pulls down her skirt. She dances for Jenna in her panties while Jenna takes off her shirt. The breasts are already out of the red bra, and she takes it off. She rubs herself while Kelly continues dancing. Then Jenna pulls the pants the rest of the way off and goes up to Kelly. The two girls stick out their tongues pendik escort and lick and suck on each other’s tongue. Kelly puts one hand on Jenna’s hip and the other is rubbing Jenna’s pussy. One of Jenna’s hands is rubbing Kelly through her panties and then pushes the material into her pussy. She puts one hand behind Kelly’s head and licks and kisses Kelly’s cheek and jaw. Her tongue licks licks around Kelly’s ear and then french kisses her ear. Her tongue and lips continue down Kelly’s neck, and her tongue teases Kelly’s breasts as they continue fingering one another. She stops and leads Kelly to the bedroom.

At the bed, Jenna removes Kelly’s shoes and panties, and they climb into the bed and are in a 69 position. The young women’s tongues are teasing each other’s clits, and they haven’t cum yet when a stunning brunette bursts into the room. “What in Hell’s going on here?!” The brunette has on a dark skirt that comes down to just above the knees. The skirt is very high-waisted. She has on a light blouse and a jacket that reach the top of the skirt. She has very full, wavy hair that extends to her mid-back. She’s a little taller than Jenna, even without the heels she wears, and her breasts are a little larger. Her face looks like she might be a couple of years older than the other women but not yet 30.

Kelly immediately rolls off of the bed on the other side away from Cynthia. Jenna gets up and stands between the other two.

“What’s going on here? I left work early to get here before Ashlii’s teacher leaves, and instead I find you in bed with someone I’ve never seen before.”

Jenna stammers “Uh, Cynthia, this is Kelly. She’s Ashlii’s teacher. Kelly, this is my wife, Cynthia.” She looks at Cynthia. “Kelly and I were roommates college, and we kind of got carried away here talking about old times.

Cynthia is furious. She stomps her foot and is waving her arms wildly as she speaks. She looks around for something to throw but doesn’t find anything. Instead, she pushes Jenna back on to the bed and points at Kelly. “Come here!”

Kelly timidly approaches and is trying to cover herself.

Cynthia screams at her. “I can’t described how angry and appalled I am at your behavior. Ashlii texted me a photo of her red ass, and now I come home and find you with my wife.” She stops to catch her breath. “After I call the school and complain, I expect them to fire you. And I don’t want them to just fire you. I want them to make it so you’ll need teach again! Anywhere! The only job you’ll be able to get is in a strip club, where you belong!”

Kelly pleads not to have her fired and Jenna scrambles out of the bed to help defend her. Cynthia’s still furious.

Kelly is too scared now to think about covering herself. Her arms are in front of her in a pleading motion. “Please. Don’t fire me. What would it take to get you to change your mind. Anything. Just don’t fire me. I’m really a good teacher, and I’m just having some problems with your daughter.”

“I don’t know. I don’t know.” She stops to think. “Okay, maybe having you fired is over the top. But I’m going to make sure you’re punished. It’s what I suggested to Jenna earlier. You have to get spanked just like you did to Ashlii.”

Kelly and Jenna gasp. Kelly’s hands instinctively reach around and cover her butt. She tries another tactic. “Wait — wait — wait. We’re all grown women here.” She pauses. “Grown, attractive women. We don’t have to get violent.” She tries to pose seductively. She extends her hands out towards Cynthia. But her posture betrays her nervousness. “And we’re all lesbians. We have to stick together. Instead of getting violent, what if you let me make it up to you in other ways? You can’t tell me that you look at me and the first thing you think of is “I want to spank her.” She puts her hands on her hips and slightly swaps her hips and runs her tongue over her lips. Why don’t you let me see if I can satisfy you in some other way?”

“Maybe later. But now, painting your ass red is all I can think of. Now turn around, put your hands on the bed, and stick out your butt. Arguing is just making me angrier.”

Kelly’s smile is replaced by the scared look again, but she does what Cynthia told her to do. Now Jenna steps between them again and faces Cynthia. “You know this is wrong. This is my friend from college you’re abusing. Don’t you dare hit her!”

“Don’t tell me what I can’t do, you whore. You’ll get your punishment for your cheating when I finish with your girlfriend. If she doesn’t want a spanking, she can leave and get fired. That’s not your decision.”

Kelly stand and turns back around. She puts her hands on Jenna’s hips. “I appreciate what you’re doing for me, but let me get this over with and then we can leave here.” She adds “together.” She pushes Jenna to the side then turns back around and bends over again.

Cynthia orders Jenna to go to the other side of the room and face the wall. And if she doesn’t obey, she’ll go call the school.

Kelly turns her her to look at aydınlı escort Jenna again. “Please, Jenna, just do what she says. Please. Don’t get in her way. Do this for me. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Jenna walks slowly to the wall. Cynthia tells her “I want you to push your hands on the wall, spread your legs, and stick out your butt. After your girlfriend gets her punishment, I’m going to deal with your cheating.”

Jenna shudders, but Cynthia ignores it. Cynthia gives her full attention to spanking Kelly. She spanks her hard. Kelly’s entire ass and the top of her thighs are dark red and bruised. At some point, Kelly sinks to her knees and and clenches the sheets. She buries her face into the covers.to muffle her crying. Cynthia finally stops beating her and pats/rubs the top her back condescendingly. “I think I’ve made my point.”

Kelly catches her breath long enough to hiss “I hate you! You don’t deserve Jenna!”

An angry look crosses Cynthia’s face. She spanks Kelly five more times and Kelly wails with each one. “We can do more if you’re still hateful and don’t appreciate that I’m not turning you in.”

Kelly’s attitude changes. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please don’t hit me again. Thank you for not getting me fired. Thank you for this punishment. I promise never to hit Ashlii again. I’m so sorry.”

She continues like that while Cynthia unzips her skirt and drops it to the floor. She has on a pale lime green mesh teddy, and she unsnaps the crotch. “The way your ass looks, you probably won’t want to go on a date until that heals up next week. But I’m going to accept your offer and let you lick me until I cum so you won’t feel unwanted.”

Jenna swivels around angrily. “Hey!”

“Does my cheater have a complaint?”

Jenna looks at the floor and mumbles “no.”

“Then get back in your waiting position.” Cynthia stands in front of Kelly, who turns around. She’s already kneeling. “Make this good so I don’t have to punish you some more.” Kelly’s hands travel up and down Cynthia’s thighs and waist. Cynthia spreads her legs to give Kelly’s tongue access to her pussy. Kelly grabs Cynthia’s ass to pull her closer to her mouth and licks Cynthia. As Cynthia approaches her climax, the sounds and activity make Kelly horny again, and she uses one of her hands to finger herself. As Cynthia cums, she holds Kelly’s head in place to keep her licking her until Cynthia’s legs get weary and she steps back. “Stand up, bitch. I know why my wife was spending time with you. That’s the best orgasm I’ve had in months.” Kelly stands but can’t look Cynthia in the eyes. “You really are a hot little minx, and you deserve a hug.” She squeezes one of Kelly’s breasts and pulls Kelly to her with the other hand and gives her a hug. Kelly tries to kiss her, but Cynthia doesn’t cooperate. Instead, she releases her and with the arm around her and squeezes the nipple hard until Kelly cries out and squirms and begs to be let go.

Kelly looks at Jenna. “Okay, you stand here and watch what happens to Jenna because of you.” Kelly stands there with her hands covering herself again, trying not to cry. Cynthia goes to Jenna and rubs her ass. “Usually, I got to do this on the way to this.” And she lightly strokes Jenna’s pussy from behind. Jenna whimpers. “But I’m going to punish you for cheating on me.”

Jenna stands up and covers her butt. She turns to face Cynthia. “No. I’m tired of your power games. I’m not your slave. You can’t order around like this.”

“Okay. Then I’ll go and turn in your girlfriend. She took the punishment so she can keep her job, and you can tell the tramp why you threw her under the bus.”

Cynthia turns to leave the room, and Jenna reaches out to stop her. “No, I’m sorry, I was wrong to hook up with Kelly, and I’m ready for the punishment I deserve.” She turns and gets back into position. Cynthia starts slapping her bottom, and it isn’t long before Jenna is crying and repeating “I’m sorry.” When her ass is as red as Kelly’s, Cynthia begins slapping just below her butt, and Jenna continues crying. The torture takes its toll, and Jenna squats all the way down to the floor, her hands still pressing on the wall, and sobs.

Cynthia puts her hands on Jenna’s shoulders and turns her around. “Now it’s your turn to lick me, and you should try to make it as good as your girlfriend did.”

Jenna licks and kisses Cynthia’s inner thigh slowly. She gives her long, slow licks. The licking quickens as her tongue approaches Cynthia’s pussy. Kelly feels horny again watching her former roommate licking her wife, and Kelly can’t help but put all of her fingers from one of her hands into her own pussy. Jenna alternates between sucking on Cynthia’s pussy and licking it until Cynthia moans and shouts out in ecstasy. Cynthia’s whole body shakes from the orgasms, and she has to reach out and balance herself on Jenna’s shoulders. Jenna doesn’t stop licking until Cynthia’s shaking subsides. She stands and asks “was that good enough? Can Kelly go now?”

“Yes, you were wonderful. You’re always wonderful.” She points at Kelly. I want you out of this house and never see you again.” She strides to Kelly, grabs her by an arm and starts dragging her to the front door. “Where’s your purse and keys?”

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The Jail Guard Gets Her Turn Ch. 09

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The Jail Guard Gets Her Turn. Part 9.

My New Apartment!

I rented a three-bedroom apartment for myself and THE KIDS so we are all well taken care of, needs met and could be in a healthy happy home. The only thing that was missing was the new love of my life. The EX has already moved in to his new girlfriend’s place some time ago, with some of the items from our house and was moving forward with his life. As was I! (Problem solved).

I had to wait about two weeks to move in as the building manager and hired contractors were completing some updating and fitting the place to my needs, but every day I would go over and check on the place to ensure things were moving forward. One Sunday, Debbie wanted to go with me to see my new place and to see where I was going to be living.

We drove over and walked into my new apartment. I gave her the grand tour and was explaining to her where everything I had, new or old, was going to be situated. There were a few kitchen counter chairs left behind, as to sit at the kitchen counter overhang, so we sat there talking and having lunch we picked up along the way. I was so nervous that she was there with me, but having her there with me in my new place was exhilarating.

Sitting there with her, enjoying our conversation, getting to know each other better and falling even more in love with her, had made me realize it was time for me to come out. I had to stop hiding the fact that I was in love with a woman and start living the way I felt I needed to. I wasn’t ashamed of it. I wasn’t going to hide in fear. I wanted everyone, including my family and friends to realize that I was in love with her and I was planning on moving forward.

As those feelings and thoughts came over me; like fear, anxiousness and the possible repercussions, also came with the release of tension, the acceptance of who I was and where I wanted to be; and who I was in love with! After lunch, Debbie and I stood up and were holding hands just staring out of my balcony window, in this quiet of this empty apartment. I realized then I needed her with me. I needed her to be in my life permanently and to be part of this next chapter.

“I have a question for you.” I spoke out.

“Yes.” She replied.

With a frog in my throat coupled with the nervousness of asking I gently turned to her grasping her other hand. We stood looking at each other eye to eye when I said, “I have been thinking about this for a while now. I want you to move in here with me.”

“What?” She choked out.

“After I get settled in and come out to everyone.” I spoke. “I want you to get to know all of my family and special people in my life and once everyone knows, I want you to move in with me. Live with me. Be a part of my life.”

Debbie’s eyes started to water and as her grip on my hands tightened as she stumbled getting her words out. “Yes. Yes, I would love that.”

I pulled Debbie into my body and we held each other tightly and I felt her start to weep tears of joy. My heart was racing and I was scared, but I knew this was right.

“Are you sure you’re ready to come out.” She whispered over my shoulder during our long warm hug. “You’re just getting out of your marriage. Moving the kids to new place. Starting life over. Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Yes sweetie, I have to.” Was my reply. “We can’t continue being together, if no one knows. I don’t want you only here when the kids are at their dads. I want you here all the time. I am in love with you and I can’t fight it, or hide it. You’re who I want to be with.”

“Unless you don’t want to.” I furthered.

“No, Carly. I absolutely want to. I love you and I want us together. I am just surprised you asked me that so quickly” She replied. “I want to be with you forever Carly, I just want too male sure, we’re ready for this.”

I still wasn’t sure at that point if I actually was a lesbian. Days upon days of pondering, overstressing and millions of thoughts about this had crossed my mind. Was it just her, considering I have never even touched a woman before? Was it the divorce and having someone in my life to lean on, to talk too, to have sex with? Was I Bi-Sexual and just finally realizing it? All I knew was, I was in love with her and I knew I wanted to have her around and in my life.

Debbie pulled away from our hug, grasping my hand again as she was wiping the tears from her eyes when she said, “I am glad you asked, because I actually have a question for you.”

“You do?” I inquired.

Debbie pulled her hand from mine and walked towards her purse which was sitting on the kitchen counter. I could tell she was still wiping tears away and trying to compose herself as she was digging through her purse.

“Close your eyes.” She said to me.

“Okay.” I replied as I stood there with my eyes closed.

I kocaeli escort bayan stood there in silence waiting for her big surprise, but had no idea what she was doing. I felt Debbie grab my left hand in hers and when she was ready, she said to me. “Okay open them.”

Debbie was standing in front of me, holding my hand up. I could feel her hands shaking as she looked me deeply in the eyes.

“Carly, I am absolutely in love with you and you asking me to move in with you has made me realize that we need to move forward together. Debbie held my hand upwards a bit more, pulling her fingers from mine and with her right hand she slid a beautiful platinum band onto my left ring finger. My heart leapt. I knew what this meant even before she could spit the words out.

“Carly Jenkins. Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” I exclaimed in a loud, un-delayed voice. “Yes.”

I broke into tears, as did Debbie. She placed a soft wet kiss on my lips. Her body trembling as our mouths touched. Her hands letting go of my hand and wrapping her arms around me. I was crying as hard as she was as we embraced in a long hug.

“Thank you.” She muddled out, as she held me even tighter. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Debbie.” I whispered over her shoulder. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Debbie pulled from our hug again as I got a good look at the ring she just slid onto my finger. My fingers were trembling as I stared at it. It was beautiful, as was she. I tried holding held back my tears knowing everything we’d done, the time we had spent together, the sneaking around while she was at the half-way house, the passionate sex, the unbridled lust, the lesbian love both of us were longing for, was all culminating in this moment.

I was out of my marriage and getting my own place. I wanted her there with me and now I was going to marry the woman I had fallen in love with. I didn’t care who knew. I didn’t care who judged me, I didn’t care a bit! I was coming out! I was going to be happy and I was going to spend my life with her.

Debbie starred deeply into my eyes. We both grasped hands again, as if in a romantic movie, just looking at each other, standing in awe of each other; and at this moment I knew. I was in love with her! I was in love with a woman! As fearful as it was going to be, I was coming out. I was going to be a lesbian. I was going to be free. I was going to eat pussy for the rest of my life. And as nerve racking as it was. I wanted it! Especially knowing that she just asked me to marry her; and I said YES, after I asked her to move in with me, was more than a perfect addition to a wonderful day.

I leaned in gently to kiss her trembling lips. Her tears still gently flowing from her eyes, running down her cheek to her lips, which made her lips taste salty. I wanted her like never before. I wanted to be inside of her. I wanted to be wrapped in the warmth of her body. I wanted to make her cum so many times, she couldn’t walk right. I wanted every bit of this love. And now I was going to have it forever.

I kissed her deeply as our tongues swirled around each other’s mouths. My hands started pulling at her shirt, which was tucked in her jeans, sliding it out. I pulled it over her head, as she stood and smiled at me. My lust for her had quadrupled in the moments since we asked our questions, since we’ve been seeing each other more; and now knowing I was going to be her wife, made this even more sensual.

Debbie and I kissed deeply and lovingly like never before. The sense of knowing this is my new place, but was also going to be hers was incredible. I was in love with a woman and I wasn’t looking back. I unhooked Debbie’s bra, which slid down her chest. She pulled her arms through the loop holes letting it fall to the floor. I pressed her body up against mine as we made out deeper and hotter than ever before. Debbie was fumbling trying to get my shirt off. So, in a heated passionate moment, I ripped the shirt over my head, as her hands reached around my back unhooking my bar.

After it fell, we pressed our tits up against each other, pushing our nipples together with our hands guiding our tits into the right place. My pussy was throbbing and my asshole was wide open looking to be filed.

I pulled from our kiss and starred deeply into her eyes. Our hands rubbed and touched each other’s back, arms and breasts as my lips kissed up and down her cheeks, her neck and her collar bone. Both of our moans and groans, coupled with the sound of smacking lips made the moment even hotter. “I love you.” She whispered out as her hands were fumbling with my jeans zipper.

Debbie got my zipper open and slid her hand down into my pants over my panties. Her touch sent shivers down my spine, as her hand rubbed up and down over me. I started pulling at her belt, finally getting it open. Her izmit escort bayan mouth dipped downwards wrapping her entire mouth over my left nipple. Her sucking my tit, only increased my lust, driving me crazy. Debbie pulled her hand from inside my pants and started pushing my jeans down. I assisted her by pushing them down as well, kicking them off of my legs. As I was fumbling with the leg holes, Debbie pulled her own jeans down.

When we both finished getting our pants off, we started to kneel down in a heated kiss and embrace. We laid down on the soft warm carper of the front room, just adjacent to the sliding door for the patio. I slid my panties down as Debbie was sliding hers off. My body came to rest just on top of hers and off to the right, we kissed deeply as our naked bodies touched and my hand slid down to her pussy. I felt how hot and wet she had already become as my fingers glided up and down her soft sexy slit.

I kissed my way down her body, softly stopping at her erotic zones along her stomach and her ribs, ending up just above her clit. Debbie’s left leg was propped up by her foot, while my body had her right leg pinned down. My head dipped further as my tongue lightly licked and teased her clit. I lower my head even more and took a long slow lick from her slit to her clit. I could taste her juices flowing as my tongue slid up and down her wet lips. I want her more now, than ever before and feeling the ring on my finger, knowing this is going to be my wife and my love, I couldn’t get enough.

I slid my whole body down between her legs and started licking and sucking every inch of her hot pussy. Debbie has her knees up, legs spread, feet on the floor as my face just ravishes her pussy. I lick and suck coupling my saliva wither pussy juices, getting her pussy soaking wet. I hear her moans and can see her left hand is rubbing, cupping and grasping her tits. I wanna make her cum! I wanna make her happy! I wanna be doing this forever! I spent the better part of five minutes with my mouth ravishing her pussy. I licked and sucked, touched and caressed every bit of it. I tasted every drop of her hot juices and seduced her like never before. If I am going to marry a woman, then I am gonna eat her pussy like never before. I want to make sure she knows, I love her, I love it and I want it always.

Debbie’s moans increase as I slid the middle finger of my right hand deep into her soaking wet pussy. I pulled my mouth from her clit and used the thumb of my left hand to swirl around the clit, as I finger her to orgasm. Her back arched and her moans and groans increased as I watch myself playing with her pussy, Debbie’s whining out, “Oh God, oh God. Don’t stop Carly! Don’t stop.”

Debbie sucked in one long deep breath as her body clinched, her hips rose and she came for the first time. Her legs were shaking and thrusting as I continue fingering her. Without hesitation, I pulled my finger from her pussy and dove face first back onto her slit. I rammed my tongue as far and as deep inside of her as I could, making her shake and tremble even more.

Don’t stop, I’m gonna cum again!” She bellowed out as I continue lying flat on my stomach, my tongue shoved in her slit, while her legs were hovering in the air.

“Fuck Car, Holy Fuck!” She cries out as my tongue swirls inside her deeper and faster.

Within seconds I make Debbie cum again. Watching her body pulse, shake and react to her second orgasm, makes me want pussy even more. I want to make her cum and cum again. I can feel my pussy dripping with my juice. My asshole is wide open begging to be fucked as we delve even deeper into our lust.

Debbie pulled me from her pussy just after her second orgasm, pulling my body on top of hers. She wrapped her legs around me as we kissed deeply and passionately both tasting her juices that hover around my lips.

“I want this forever.” She whispered through our kiss.

“I want you forever.” I reply back.

Debbie rolled me off of her and onto my back. She climbed on top of me and was kissing me deeply and passionately, as her hands work to touch, caress and manipulate my tits. My legs spread open as her warm body is pressed against mine. Debbie pulls herself from me slowly kissing and sucking her way down my body. Her warm erotic kisses are enlightening me and making me want this passion more than ever.

Debbie gets to my pussy as she lies flat on the floor. She pushes my les up towards my chest, as her mouth hits my slit. Her tongue dances around my opening, making me even wetter and hotter than I already was. Within seconds I feel the explosion building up. I reach down and pull her face deeper into my crotch by the back of her head and hair.

“Yah baby, eat that pussy.” Spews from my mouth, as her tongue and fingers continue working gebze escort me.

“Make me fucking cum!” I beg her. “Make me fucking cum!”

Debbie is licking as hard and as fast as she can to bring me to orgasm, as I am almost curled in a workout crunch, pulling her face deep into my loins. “Finger me!” I cry out, as I feel her respond by sliding two fingers deep inside of me. My body is thrusting back and forth, my hips shaking, and my orgasm building as she is eating me out.

“I’m going to cum!” I cry out, as her pace increases and her tongue is working me harder than ever before.

My body started to quiver and my stomach clinched as I released my first orgasm, all over her face.

“FUCK!” I screamed out, as I was shaking and thrusting, as I let go of her hair and start to lay backwards completely on my back.

“Finger my ass baby. Finger it!” I demanded, as she was still licking and playing with my pussy.

Debbie pulled her fingers from inside my pussy and slid them down to my asshole. Her mouth moved to working on my clit even more, as I felt her teasing my asshole by rubbing and lightly pushing at the entrance. Debbie slid two fingers right up and inside my ass, as her mouth and tongue circled around my clit.

Debbie’s hand is thrusting back and forth ramming her fingers deep in my ass, making me so aroused and so fucking turned on. Her mouth and tongue continue working my clit as I lay flat on my back, my fingers pulling on my nipples so hard that I was lifting my tits off my chest.

“Fuck Yes! FUCK!” I cried out as her hand kept ramming deep inside of me.

“Debbie, Debbie, Debbie.” I cried out, as the pleasure of her mouth on my clit, coupled with her fingers up my ass, drove me crazy.

“Eat my pussy baby!” I exclaimed

Debbie dipped her head a bit lower and placed her mouth over my slit. Her tongue dove in and out, swirling around, tongue fucking me as her fingers kept ramming in and out of my ass.

“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum!” Spewed out of my mouth time and time again, as I got closer and closer to orgasm.

Within seconds I was squirming and shaking as I released my second orgasm all over her face.

Before I could even finish cumming, I pulled Debbie up and away from my pussy feeling her fingers slide out of my ass. I pulled her right on top of me, kissing her as deep and as loving as I could. Our warm, wet bodies pressed against each other, tasting each other’s pussy juice and cum, as we both come down from this explosive love making session. We laid there kissing and petting for some time, both of us trying to recover from the veracity of our orgasms. I want her inside of me again. I wanted to feel filled. I wanted her to put a strap-on in me that second and just fuck me until I hurt. I wanted to return the favor. I wanted it all.

I was in love. I was happy, I was becoming a lesbian; or at least Bi-Sexual and I wanted every bit of her pussy, tits and ass.

When we finally came down from our orgasms, we lightly covered ourselves with articles of clothing, that were just randomly tossed over us to stay warm. Not even realizing in the heat of the moment that the shades for the sliding glass door were wide open and now we’re lying there in front of it naked. I started to chuckle, wondering who just watched us fuck?

As we laid cuddled in holding each other, Debbie picked herself off of my body, propped herself up on her elbow, looked me in the eyes and said, “I have a question.”

“Go ahead my love.” I replied.

“Do I take your last name, or do you take mine?” She asked

“Good question.” I spoke. “I don’t know. I have never done this before. So, I don’t know the nuances. But you asked me, so I guess I’d be taking your name.” I replied.

“I’d rather have yours.” She replied.

“Okay,” I said.

“Yes, she muttered out, Debbie Jenkins. I like it.”

Debbie and I stayed at my new apartment for a while that afternoon making love and developing a deeper love for one another.

Unfortunately, Debbie’s mom had a stroke about a week later and she had to rush home (the other side of the state) to help her mom. We tried to keep our love and passion alive and I did go out to visit her several times, but it wasn’t the same as her being closer to me. Debbie asked me to move in with her at her mom’s house and live with her there to continue our relationship. But unfortunately, I had duties and responsibilities where I was, including my off spiring, so I couldn’t quit my job or leave them.

We agreed to move on with our lives, but hoped that one day, her mom would recover enough to live alone again, so she could come back to me; and/or when the time came that my children were older and off and out on their own, that we could pick up and start again. But at this point of our time together, it hadn’t happened.

But surprisingly, Debbie wasn’t the end of my lesbian experiences.

I’ll tell you all about the next two sexual experiences, in the next few chapters, before I end my story with my wedding with Debbie some years later.

To be continued…

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This is the final part of a five-part series. Each part is short but you need to read the prior parts to understand this one. It is about a woman who joins something of an unusual sorority. It involved Domme/sub relationships with some BDSM. All is consensual. I thank JanetMon, whose Kim’s New Life was an inspiration. She has helped me with other stories, but not with this one.

As always, I appreciate any comments; they’re what writers live for.

Nancy Fisher’s house

According to everything I’d read, I’d be picked up in a late-model BMW or Mercedes or maybe even a Tesla. I’d be taken to a modern mansion and a lot of over two acres. Perhaps with a gate. Slightly on a hill to take advantage of the view of mountains or the lake or maybe the big city beyond. The rooms would be vast with floor-to-ceiling windows opening to well-manicured lawns and shrubbery. The décor would be tasteful and not gaudy, and most of all the master (mistress?) bedroom and the accompanying bathroom would be massive, the former with a large, four-poster bed, though without a canopy, and the later with a large tub and a walk-in shower with a battery of removable nozzles.

When I got off the train, Nancy Fisher was waiting for me on the platform in her quiet suburban town. She led me to a blue Outback, and we drove only a few minutes before we pulled into a driveway to a small Victorian house that was on maybe a quarter of an acre with houses of varying designs on either side and behind it and not a BMW to be seen among the cars parked on the street or in the driveways nearby.

The house was small.

“Surprised?” Nancy asked.

I nodded.

She laughed. “In the real world, your sisters are just women trying to make a decent living. But I love this little house and my neighborhood, and I wouldn’t exchange it for the world. I must be somewhat discreet, though my neighbors are used to me bringing women home and they don’t bat an eye. More than one has asked when I’m going to finally find myself a good woman and settle down with her.”

“And what do you tell them?”

She again laughed. “I tell ’em I just haven’t met the right lady yet. Some of the married ones ask if I might like to take them for a little test drive. Some introduce me to potential mates. I do love them all, even if I must constantly disappoint them. Our line’s rules apply from top to bottom.” She put her lips close to my ear. “Literally,” and she pulled back and she laughed and even her laughter couldn’t reduce the electricity I felt all over.

We were in the living room.

“Come on. I’ll give you the tour.”

It was a small house with lots of what I guess you call “cozy” rooms. She noticeably skipped one on the second floor, the one with its door closed, and she led me down to the kitchen, which looked to have been redone not long before and was the type of space where one could sit with friends for hours while making meals and drinking wine, and I hoped that someday I would be among those friends.

For now, though, she handed me a glass of red wine.

“I know you’re not legal. But you’re not going to be driving tonight.” She winked. “A car at least,” and again laughed.

We chatted like old friends for a bit, sitting on high stools along the island in the kitchen, sharing bowls of chips and salsa. I was not prepared when she leaned over and kissed me. This was not protocol for a mistress. It was spontaneous. She stood and took my hand. She led me up the stairs to that closed door and opened it. It was, of course, her bedroom. It did have a four-poster bed, but the room was brightly painted and comfortable. The attached bathroom was simple, with only a toilet, sink, and (small) shower.

“It’s a Victorian. That doesn’t give one a lot of options,” she said from the bed, where she sat while I did my little tour.

When I was done, she patted the bed beside her, and I sat.

“I have only done this with three others below me in the line. I am doing it with you, and you may only tell Carol. I fully accept your relationship with her. And I understand if you do not want to do anything with me because of it. But I ask that you speak to her now. I’ll leave you here. Tell her that I wish to be your submissive for the weekend. She knows that she has no right to object to the normal order of things. Then you would not have a choice about doing what I tell you to do. You both have accepted that rule.

“This is different. What happens to you is completely your decision. So, you must ask her and you must tell her she must be honest with you.”

She walked from the room and down the stairs and then returned with my bag.

“I will be downstairs. Please call her. If she agrees, I am your submissive for the weekend. Either way, I will be in the kitchen.”

With that, Nancy left and closed the door. I found my phone in my bag. Did I want this? Nancy was a gorgeous, mature woman and part of me wanted this weekend to be what I expected it to be when she called me. I would be ordered izmit escort bayan to strip. I would be ordered to eat her. I would be ordered to let her bind me and fuck me. In the ass if she wanted. I was a virgin there except for the fingers of several of my mistresses. Anything she wanted. Anything Nancy Fisher wanted to do with me.

That is what Cal wanted, too. That I was simply doing what, as Nancy pointed out, Cal and I agreed. To be submissives to all of the mistresses above us in the line. From Rebecca up to Nancy. She was okay with that. So was I. I wanted to be on my knees before Nancy not sitting on Nancy’s bed while she awaited my decision at the island in her redone kitchen.

Fuck.

I paced a bit, passing the phone lightly between my hands.

Fuck. Part of me wanted to go and tell Nancy, “No. You are my Mistress.” To fall to my knees at the foot of the stool. To remove her shoe and kiss her toes again one by one, to make love to each of those toes as I had that day in the suite. To worship her as she deserved to be worshiped.

But more of me wanted her to be on her knees worshiping every blemish on my skin, every fold between my thighs. More than anything, I wanted to fuck her senseless. I wanted her to beg me to allow her to come. To shove her precious butt plug up her ass. To gag her while I laughed.

So, I called Cal. I told her. I didn’t ask her. I told her what was happening and what I was going to do. She was silent as I detailed my desires with this beautiful, Black woman.

As I did, I regained control of my sexual and power lust.

“Cal?” It was quieter than my prior rant. “I kind of got lost in a fantasy there. I need you to be completely honest with me. If any part of you wants me to say no, I will not do it.”

“Melissa?”

“Yes, my love.”

“I want you to do it on one condition.”

“Anything.”

She hesitated.

“Here’s the deal. You can do it if it is practice for what you will do to me. You’ll make me worship your toes and body and all the other things you are making her do to you. You’ll tie me up and fuck me and shove a butt plug up my ass and do whatever horrible and wonderful things you can think of for your adoring Cal.”

It all came out in a flurry, and she was getting increasingly excited as I had.

“Okay, my love,” I said.

“And one more thing.”

“Anything.”

“I don’t care where she goes for the weekend. But we are doing it all in her house. Those are my terms. Take them or leave them.”

I looked around the bedroom, and the idea of Cal’s submitting completely to me in it became the most important thing in the world.

“Agreed. And Cal. I order you to take out my dildo and use it on yourself as many times as you want while I’m away and come as often as you want–“

“Or can.”

“Yes, or can, while I am with Nan.”

After the call, I went to the kitchen. Nan looked nervous.

“I have one practical demand.”

This confused her.

“Next weekend, you will let Cal and me have the house.”

She looked down.

“Yes, Melissa.”

“Good.” I noticed that the shades were down in the kitchen and, I expected, throughout the house so none of her friendly neighbors could look in.

I went to the freezer and pulled out an ice tray. I got a clean glass and put four ice cubes into it and returned the tray.

She stood and understood.

“Shove these up your pussy,” and one-by-one she took the four from me and reached under her dress and into her panties and put them inside her. They would melt quickly, but it was just the start of the weekend.

Bethany Astor

I enjoyed my weekends at Nancy Fisher’s house. First with the woman herself. A week later with my love. I was torn, though, and sat with Rebecca after the second weekend of complete debauchery with Cal to talk about it. She’d become my confidante, although she still used her privileges as one of my mistresses to “make me” eat her. It was all a charade, with Cal in on it, but it was a pleasant one. After all, the dynamics of the three of us had thrown her expectations of having two subs for the final semester of her senior year for a bit of a loop. Though she did not need it, I volunteered that she should still consider Cal exactly as she had since Cal entered the house as her sub.

But with the year nearing its end and me waiting for the reports on my four candidates for next year, I went for a walk with Rebecca. I told her I did not know if I could do with whoever was my sophomore sub what I was supposed to do, that I was too committed to Cal.

“You can always leave,” she said. “It has been known to happen. For various reasons, sisters go. It breaks the chain for the line, but the lines are long enough that they survive. We generally know enough other seniors and juniors who we know would be interested in joining that they can become sisters, like transfer students. But, of course, that breaks whatever line dynamics exist.

“You must decide quickly. If izmit eve gelen escort you and Cal leave, you will be forever removed from line Five. Whether line Five will survive, at least for new members, will be an issue.

“That would be unfortunate, but if you truly cannot be a mistress to more than one woman, we cannot force you. So think about it.”

We stopped.

“If you tell anyone this, I will never speak to you again,” she said.

“The report on Bethany Astor has come in, and she, well, she readily succumbed. There is no doubt that she will eventually accept an invitation. But before you make a decision about you and Cal, meet with her. This is completely against the rules, but I don’t care since I need only defend myself from line Five once I graduate.

“So, meet with her. Maybe with Cal. Decide with both of them whether you can move forward. She must be sworn to secrecy lest other lines learn about it. But I think it is what you have to do.”

We resumed our walk.

“I couldn’t have had better junior and sophomore subs than I have with you two. I will suffer if you do what you may well do. But I’ll never abandon either of you. Forget what I said about not speaking to you again.”

Again, we stopped.

“I will always love you and I will always be there for both of you. Remember that.”

She turned back towards the house and I let her go, and she was a bit unsteady on her feet.

It happens that shortly after Rebecca was gone, I saw Bethany Astor on the other side of the quad heading to our mutual class, with her usual posse of three or four hangers-on. I could not afford to be seen with her in public, but she went to the ladies’ room before class, and I followed her in.

I waited until she was done in the stall and stepped up to her while she washed her hands. There were a few other students in the room. She noticed my approach in the mirror, and said, “Do I know you?” I stared. “Wait, you’re in one of my classes.” She turned to look at me. “I’ve caught you staring at me a few times,” then, she turned back to the sink, again looking at me in the mirror. “I’m sorry, my dance-card is already full, and I wouldn’t bother with a skank like you anyway.”

I leaned to her ear. “Listen, bitch, I want to speak to you. It concerns the woman whose pussy you ate a couple of weeks back at her off-campus hotel.”

I walked out of the ladies’ room straight to class, keeping my eye on the door, through which she came in a hurry, quickly enough to find the seat next to mine empty, and she took it. I hoped no sister would catch my communication with Bethany and that it looked like coincidence that she sat next to me.

“Everyone knows I’m out,” she whispered, “so if you’re threatening to out me, move on, sister, move on,” and she sat back in her seat as the professor reached the lectern.

“I sent her,” I whispered.

“You what?”

“I sent her. We can’t talk now,” and I tried to pay attention to the lecture, not looking again at her but painfully aware that she was there.

As class ended, I told her, “I sent her. It was a test. And you passed. She said you were a natural carpet muncher by the way.”

“What do you want?”

“Not so high-and-mighty now, are you. Bethany Astor.”

We were approaching the classroom door.

“Okay. You have my attention. It kind of happened.”

“No,” I had her. “It did not ‘kind of happen.’ As I said, this ‘skank’ sent her. To see if you are sub material.”

“‘Sub material’?”

“We can’t speak here and now. But there’s a ladies’ room on the fourth floor near the bio labs. No one goes there.” This was true, which made it an ideal spot for a quick finger-fuck, as I knew from personal experience.

So, apparently did she. “I know it well,” she said.

“Meet me there in fifteen minutes.” And I walked away.

She was there when I arrived fourteen minutes later. It was empty and our voices would echo around the tiles.

“Okay. What do you mean, ‘sub material’?”

I leaned in toward her left ear, and she tried to pull back, but she was hemmed in by the sink counter.

“That if I told you to drop on your knees and eat me out you would not hesitate. And according to my spy, you would do a very, very good job of it.”

I moved away, though not before running my teeth along her lower lobe, and I gave her my best cat-ate-the-canary grin.

Her eyes were worlds apart from when I looked at them in our earlier ladies’ room encounter.

“And you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

She nodded.

I reached for her upper arms, and my smile relaxed.

“Don’t worry. I know what it’s like. She did it to me, too. Last year.”

“What do you mean?”

I explained the house to her. I told her it was a secret and that I would be expelled if they found out I spoke to her about it. I explained the whole process, how I joined. All the stupid rituals.

“Here’s the thing. I have been watching you so I could know whether I wanted izmit otele gelen escort to be your…mistress. Three other frosh are being analyzed, but you’re the one I want.”

I explained the concept of a mistress/sub, and she was somewhat familiar with it from the internet.

“So, if that’s how it’s supposed to work, that I’m not supposed to know what the deal is until right before school begins in the fall, why are you telling me?”

“I don’t know if I want to be your mistress.”

“Wait. You don’t know whether you want to boss me around and make me do whatever things to you that you want.”

“Exactly.”

She pulled away.

“Why wouldn’t you? Why wouldn’t someone want a submissive?”

“Because I love the woman who was my mistress and she is now my sub.” I explained in broad strokes what happened between Carol and me. “It’s called ‘switching.'” I tried to explain how complicated it all was in real life. The emotional commitment. I said I did not know if I could make that commitment to her.

“You’re assuming I would be willing.”

“If you weren’t willing, it wouldn’t happen. If any of us want to say ‘I’m outta here,’ they’re ‘outta here.’ That’s the core rule.”

“Why did you pick me?”

“You won’t remember. But I once saw you do something simple and kind for a stranger and I decided I wanted to know more about you. Which is why I was spying on you.”

She stared. “This is so fucked up.”

“Believe me, I know. Just think about it, okay?”

“Think about what?”

“I don’t know. Can we meet again in a few days?”

She agreed and two days later we were in the same ladies’ room. I reported to both Rebecca and Cal what was going on, and neither was optimistic that I could pull off something that I didn’t even know I wanted to pull off.

“I’m interested.” It was the first thing she said.

“You’d largely be isolated from your buddies.”

“I’m tired of it. All through high school and now here. I could use the break.”

“You can still socialize with them. It’s just within the house, and you will be spending much of your non-house time with, well, me. And Cal, who you haven’t met.”

I pulled out my phone and showed her a picture.

“She’s pretty.”

“And you’re a bad liar. Neither she nor I am anyone’s idea of ‘pretty,’ but we love each other.”

“And me?”

“Fuck you. You egotist. You know everyone thinks you’re beautiful.”

“And do you?”

“There are lots of other beautiful women on campus. I did not choose you for that.”

After the back-and-forth, we reached an agreement. She would play along with the whole thing, including with whoever the new president–next year’s Alice–was and she would move into what would then be my room on the third floor. Of course, I would be spending most of my time in Cal’s on the second, but we’d work it out.

I think what clinched it was her realization that when she was a junior and a senior, she would have one and then two subs to boss around. I could not disagree with her logic.

We sealed the deal the next weekend. I already took a risk by being seen with Bethany in public so the four of us–Rebecca, me, Cal, and Bethany–agreed to have dinner at a restaurant where we would not be recognized. It was a bit cloak-and-danger as we picked Bethany up in Cal’s car on a side street on campus.

Junior Year

Cal and I spent the summer together. I got a clerical job at a firm in the city, and my parents agreed to let us be together in my room. They liked her, especially her diffident and respectful attitude towards them. We agreed she would not wear my collar to avoid questions, and we refrained from any mistress/sub stuff while my parents were in the house or when we were out of it.

She worked a few blocks from me, and we took the bus in and back and had lunch together each day. My high school friends, for the most part, took to her, and we often spent nights at one or another joint or party. People, more girls than boys now, kept trying to hit on both of us, but we laughed it off. More than anything, we were just girlfriends who enjoyed lots of sex before going to bed.

My mom did find some of my toys, though she never admitted it; a stack of clean underwear was right atop a dildo and butt plug in my dresser, and sometimes afterward, I’d tease her about looking for “something I want to play with.” It was cruel in its way, but we both understood.

Finally, it was time to go back to the house. I’d communicated pretty regularly with Beth over the summer, and we had, with Cal’s permission, a few practice sessions over Skype. I think both Beth and I enjoyed it, particularly my delay in allowing her to come.

That all, of course, was a secret, and the three of us went through the whole initiation ceremony. Erica Davis, line Four’s senior, was the new president. I was glad not to be in that line. I liked Marilyn, now a fellow junior, but it seemed she’d hardened in her year as a sub, and it was clear that she would be merciless with her new sub. Indeed, some of the other new juniors seemed like that, though Tina never did. Her senior at the time knew of my thoughts about over-the-line sex and her now-senior and I spoke about it once when we ran into each other in the quad about a month after I backed out.

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Money Hungry Pt. 01

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It all started one day when I was walking down the street near this sushi place. It smelt so good and I wanted to stop by there and pick something up but I didn’t have the money.

You see I’m a 20-year old broke college student and I can barely afford to get ramen for the week. My name is Rae and my family has always been poor our whole lives. My mom has always tried her best to be there for us but my dad left after my brother was born and we got screwed over with the financial arrangements.

I only got into college off of a scholarship so I don’t exactly have the money normal people have to be able to stop at sushi places or any food place for that matter.

I kept walking down the street by the place with a sad look painted across my face, since I couldn’t afford the sushi and ended up wandering down the sketchy streets near my dorm. The dorm was nice but the school was around this weird area, probably cause it was cheaper to build, and it always gave me the creeps.

This particular day though I saw a very hot women walk into this place. She was taller izmit escort than me but that didn’t say much with long but strong legs. She had a flattering chest with dark brownish red hair flowing on top of her tightly fitted corset showing just the right parts.

The place had a poster on the window that read “Now Hiring! Anyone who wants to make a pretty penny without much skill.”

This seemed like the perfect thing for me since I was willing to do anything for money that’s how my family always rolled. You did something whatever it was nobody cared as long as you brought home enough for a few meals. I don’t know how far I’d truly go for money but I was willing to test it out if it meant I got to be close to this shimmer in the night.

I walked up to the place it was dark inside except for these beautiful red lights lighting the hallway to the back. I knocked on the door hoping it was the hot girl who answered but instead it was a slightly shorter blonde girl with the same type of corset but not in black instead of in a dark navy.

She was just as beautiful as izmit anal yapan escort the other women and I started to feel as though this was heaven to my lesbian desires and I could feel myself get a little aroused as she opened the door.

She smiled as she said, “Hey there hotty, how can I help you?” Her voice was so soft and I felt like I just wanted to melt into her arms and never be released. I wanted to speak but the words just weren’t working I was full of desire and her calling me hotty just made it worse.

After a slight pause, I finally got the words out of my mouth scrambling a little as I said, “Um thank you I uh saw your sign and I was wondering if um maybe I could like apply?” She put her hand on my shoulder and said “Oh honey calm down no need to be nervous and of course you can come inside.”

Her warm smile and touch made me never want to leave her side. She walked me inside around to the desk and told me what the job entailed and the pay along with it. It was a prostitution place for lesbians and she made izmit yabancı escort it clear that if I wasn’t going to take the job I couldn’t rat them out either.

The pay was crazy for me and I thought about how much sushi I could buy with that money.

“Are you serious how could someone turn this down?” I said in a shocked yet delighted manner. She said “Honey you’re truly too kind but a lot of people aren’t into this kind of stuff they find it demoralizing. I honestly don’t understand it myself you get pleasure and pay what more could you want? Am I right?” I nodded.

I couldn’t find the words to say back so she changed the subject to more real talk. “So what’s your name, and how much can you work?” She said with a little less hyperness than the last sentence. She was passionate about her work.

“My name is Rae and I am free after my classes which are normally over by 3 or 4 pm. Everything after that I’m free.” I said hopefully that was good enough for her. I don’t quite know why but I felt such a strong desire to please her and failing to do so would make me feel worthless.

She said “Oh that’s perfect! The nighttime is when all the fun happens anyways days are normally boring. We are going to have so much fun, Rae.” And with that, she pulled me down the ruby-lit hallway and I felt never more alive and excited in my life.

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Housewives and Cheerleaders Ch. 07

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As Kelly Ann walked down Katrina’s driveway, she took out her phone, took a deep breath to steel her nerves, and called Jessica.

“Hello, sweetheart,” purred Jessica’s husky voice. “How are you today?” Coming out of Jessica’s mouth, even that innocent question sounded dirty, and Kelly found herself wondering if Jessica somehow knew what had transpired between Katrina and herself. I wouldn’t put it past her, Kelly thought.

“I’m great,” answered Kelly Ann, and it was true. She had just had a long session of sweaty, uninhibited lesbian sex with one of her best friends; she was positively glowing with illicit pleasure. “Hey, Ms. London, our cheerleading coach, was asking about you today,” Kelly told Jessica.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, she wants to meet you, find out who this generous woman is who loves cheerleaders so much.” Kelly smiled to herself as she realized the double meaning of what she’d just said.

“So what’s she like?” asked Jessica.

“Well, let’s see… early thirties, dark hair cut kind of short, a little boyish actually but cute. She’s nice but tends to keep to herself. She also teaches history.”

“Is she married?”

“Uh, no, definitely not.”

“I see,” said Jessica, mentally creating a profile of Ms. London. Almost certainly a lesbian, probably some people at the school understood as much but didn’t talk about it. She lived quietly and was sexually frustrated, took the coaching job because she liked being around young girls in cheerleader outfits, but was too smart and self-disciplined to risk crossing that line. But could she be tempted into it? Possible scenarios immediately began to unfold escort kocaeli in Jessica’s mind.

“Bring her over to my house tomorrow at 7.”

“OK,” answered Kelly, sure that something was going to happen that would complicate all their lives, but powerless to put up any resistance.

* * *

Kelly Ann knocked on Jessica’s door the next evening at 6:55, unwilling to risk being late again, although the punishment she had received the last time had turned out to be quite enjoyable. Ms. London stood behind her, looking very professional in a dark gray pantsuit.

Jessica herself answered the door and ushered them in, and Kelly introduced them: “Jessica, this is Ms. London.”

“Jackie,” said Ms. London, extending a hand. “It’s a real pleasure to meet you. I can’t tell you what a difference your generosity will make for our program.”

Jessica smiled and shook her hand. “Well, Kelly Ann here can be very convincing. Now have a seat. I just mixed some martinis, can I bring you one?”

Jackie London hesitated. She probably shouldn’t drink here in front of a student. But then would their hostess, and benefactor, be insulted if she refused? Finally she said “Sure, that would be great.”

“Wonderful. Kelly, why don’t you go have a swim while Jackie and I talk?”

* * *

Jackie sipped her drink and tried to concentrate. Knowing that Jackie was a history teacher, Jessica had engaged her in a conversation about Marie Antoinette. This was a subject Jackie knew quite a bit about, but she was having a hard time expressing herself because she kept getting distracted by what was happening over Jessica’s shoulder.

Kelly gölcük escort Ann had walked out to the pool, where Marie, Olivia, and Katrina all were sitting on lounge chairs. At first they just sat and talked. But then over a period of 15 or 20 minutes — long enough, anyway, for Jessica and Jackie to polish off one martini and start in on another — they one by one stood up, casually and unhurriedly stripped naked, and jumped in the pool.

Jackie knew immediately that something dangerous was happening, but she was frozen in her chair. It had been Marie who stripped first, and Jackie was riveted by the sight of her tan, lithe body with its high-set breasts and neatly cropped patch of black pubic hair. She had never seen this woman before but there was something strangely familiar about her. Olivia was next; she stood facing away from them as her skirt hit the ground, revealing her magnificent young ass. This really sent Jackie’s heart racing; one of her students, naked right there maybe 20 yards away! She knew she should leave right away, but her stomach was tight and her head was light; she thought if she stood up she might pass out. Instead she tried to calm herself by taking a long swig of her drink, which did nothing to help the situation.

But when Katrina stood up, Jackie nearly had a seizure. She had always fancied Katrina; well, really fancied all of the cheerleaders, Jessica was absolutely right about her. She was not a pedophile but she had a healthy libido and these were beautiful girls. But Katrina was special; never in her career had Jackie been so attracted to one of her students. She didn’t do izmit sınırsız escort anything about it, partly for ethical reasons and partly because she valued her job and her standing in the community. And anyway no opportunity ever presented itself. But here Katrina was, pulling off her T-shirt, revealing a set of tits that were every bit as mouth-watering as Jackie remembered. Yes, she had snuck a peek in the locker room from time to time; she was only human.

Katrina was facing toward them but didn’t seem to see them, gazing off into the middle distance as she wriggled out of her jeans and stood there for a moment in just her panties, the setting sun catching her at a striking angle. Then she pulled off the panties, threw them haphazardly over one shoulder, and — after standing there for just a second with reddish sunlight filtering through her blond bush — executed a graceful swan dive into the pool.

The last to go was Kelly, who took her time getting her clothes off, standing for a minute in her underwear staring right into Jackie London’s eyes. This was not the Kelly Ann that Jackie knew; something had changed about her, and it made her even sexier than she had already been. Soon she too was naked, and once she was in the pool Jackie took her first breath in quite a while. She closed her eyes and talked to herself inside her head: You are strong, she told herself. You can handle this.

But when she opened her eyes the girls had paired off, Kelly with Marie and Katrina with Olivia, and were kissing gently but passionately while entwining their naked bodies. Jessica, meanwhile, carried on as if nothing was happening, though she knew exactly what the girls were doing because she had planned it all out carefully. Jessica stared deeply into the poor teacher’s eyes, enjoying the delicious torment that she was being put through, and feeling the outcome already well in hand.

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Finding Her Niche In Life Ch. 01

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Author’s introduction: This is a work of total fiction, but I appear in it, as does a woman whom I have long lusted after, who is extremely vanilla. But as this is fiction, none of what follows actually happened except in my own perverted imagination. Having said that, to comply with Literotica rules, I must state that all characters described are over eighteen, and all sexual acts are consensual. Comments are always welcomed.

Jill Ashman came into the house from the stables, having satisfied herself that she really ought to call the vet. She’d been up most of the night tending to two of the horses that she noticed had been poorly when she’d done her final rounds of the riding stables last night. Neither of them was any worse, but they weren’t any better either. She’d ring Marielle, the vet once she’d sorted the family out. There was breakfast to prepare and the children to get ready for school.

Jill took off her wellington boots in the back door lobby, washed her hands in the downstairs toilet, and walked into the warm kitchen in her thick woollen socks.

“Lucy! John!” she shouted upstairs. “Breakfast in five minutes. Hurry up or you’ll be late for school!”

She put the kettle on the range to boil, and opened cupboards to get bowls, plates and glasses for the children’s breakfast. David, her partner, wouldn’t appear until she’d packed the kids off to school, and with a bit of luck, he’d allow her to come back to bed for a spanking and then he’d fuck her before leaving for work. Jill would then be free to phone the vet.

Jill considered herself to be the children’s mother, despite the fact that she had known for years that she was unable to conceive. David was their father, and Anna, Jill’s younger sister had been the surrogate who had carried and given birth to Lucy and John. She had been handsomely rewarded for the favour that she had done for her big sister, and the children’s true parentage remained a very close secret. Only Jill, David and Anna knew.

David had told Jill that he had registered himself and Jill as the parents, so that formal adoption procedures were not necessary. So far, the secret had remained intact.

As she prepared breakfast, Jill thought about her sick horses and the vet. Thinking of Marielle made her clit twitch. They had been in a D/s relationship as well as being occasional lovers before Jill got together with David.

Jill had loved the vet’s strong personality, and Marielle’s willingness to allow her beautiful smooth cunt to be worshipped by Jill when she was in submissive mode. She recalled how Marielle would spank her till she was dripping wet, and then fuck her with a strap-on. When they split up, Marielle had returned to her native Sweden for a couple of years, and when she returned, it was with a new wife.

David knew nothing about Jill’s past and she kept it a secret. True, they had begun to watch porn together, and he would occasionally make a token effort to spank her, but in the past few months David’s sex drive was diminishing in direct proportion to Jill’s, which seemed to be growing daily. She got through a hell of a lot of batteries these days, and she was saving some of the money she got from the riding stables and the pony trekking business to buy herself a mains powered wand vibrator. The business was doing very well, and Jill often had to call on Rita, a twenty-something single woman to help out at busy periods. Rita was a brilliant horsewoman, she loved working at the stables, and as she was unemployed, the occasional cash-in-hand payments that Jill gave her were very welcome indeed.

The kettle began to sing on the hob, and Jill opened the kitchen door and shouted upstairs again.

“Come on you two! Breakfast’s on the table. You’re going to be late for school.”

It was silent upstairs when Jill went up to investigate. Both the children’s beds were empty, as was hers and David’s. Jill was annoyed at first. David must have given the children their breakfast and taken them to school on his way to work.

Then her annoyance turned to gratitude. She’d been up most of the night. David must have realised this and taken pity on her. He’d done the early morning breakfast and school run, obviously. It wasn’t like him to be so thoughtful, but maybe he’d begun to see the cracks which had started to appear in their relationship, and this was his way of trying to improve it.

Jill made herself a pot of tea and a couple of slices of toast. She sat at the kitchen table to eat her breakfast, and when she’d finished eating, she rang Marielle, the vet.

The phone was answered by Ivonne, Marielle’s partner in the Veterinary practice that they both ran. Ivonne was also Marielle’s wife. Jill winced. Whereas Marielle was content to keep her vanilla and her fetish lives separate, Ivonne was always in strict Mistress mode.

She listened to what Jill had to say, and told her that Marielle was at present in the shower. Ivonne promised that she would pass the message on, and Marielle would call on Jill as soon as possible.

Jill thanked Ivonne kocaeli escort politely, and, in answer to her next, curt question, promised to try to visit the local fetish club to serve Ivonne and her wife as soon as the opportunity arose.

When she had finished her phone call, Jill realised that her clit was still tingling. Marielle wouldn’t show up for at least half an hour, and besides, Jill reasoned, she’d be in professional, not Mistress mode. There was plenty of time, she told herself.

Jill hurried upstairs to her and David’s bedroom. Quickly, she pulled down her jeans and her knickers, and left them in a heap at the foot of the bed. She lay down and opened the drawer to her bedside table. Underneath the pile of clean knickers, she found her trusty rabbit vibrator. Taking it out, she rubbed the pimpled silicon tip along her cunt slit. Fuck! That felt good!

She slid the head inside herself and the ‘rabbit ear’ nestled against her clit. She switched it on, and with a low hum, the vibrator began to work its magic. Jill felt her nipples harden underneath the warm woollen sweater she had slipped on when she went down to the stables last night.

She slid her free hand up her sweater and discovered a nipple. She squeezed it gently, loving the sensation that coursed through the tender sensitive bud. She closed her eyes and began to fantasize.

She was in the club now, naked except for her slave collar. She was being led to the stage by Marielle, who was wearing a strap-on harness, complete with a massive horse cock dildo. Ivonne was already on the stage, and she too wore a similarly sized strap-on.

When Marielle reached the stage, she kissed her wife deeply. Then the two dominant women put Jill between them and, to encouraging whoops and cheers from a very enthusiastic audience, they both rammed their strap-on cocks into their compliant slave. Marielle fucked Jill’s cunt whilst Ivonne fucked her arse.

Jill was being torn apart, but she loved the pain, the humiliation, the feeling of being filled with two horse cocks, even if they weren’t real, but made of lovely firm silicon. As she approached her orgasm on stage, Jill was getting close back in her bedroom too. Gasping with delight, she felt her cunt go into a lovely spasm, and she clenched down on her rabbit and exploded.

Breathing heavily, Jill came down slowly from her rabbit-induced high. She pulled her vibrator out of her cunt. The pimpled silicon head glistened with her cunt cream. Jill licked a thick strand which was threatening to drip off the tip, and then slid the whole silicon tip into her mouth.

She loved the taste of David’s cum (when he allowed her to suck his cock that was) but to Jill there was nothing in the world that tasted better than cunt juice. She’d been tasting herself ever since she first jilled herself off as a teenager. At thirty nine years of age, she’d been tasting cunt cream for over twenty years, and it never failed to give her a thrill.

She took the rabbit to the bathroom and swilled it off, drying it on a towel and returning it to her bedside drawer. Then she pulled on a clean pair of knickers and her jeans and went back downstairs. She intended to wait for Marielle down at the stables.

Ivonne was as good as her word. She’d obviously passed the message on and forty or so minutes later, Marielle was pulling her battered old Land Rover into the yard. Jill, who was in one of the stables with the two poorly horses, heard her coming, and rushed out to greet her.

“Hiya!” she smiled, blushing as she felt her clit twitch and her nipples harden. Marielle was fucking gorgeous, even when she was wearing her usual work uniform of faded, patched overalls and filthy wellington boots.

“Good morning Mrs. Ashman,” she replied in her sexy Swedish accented voice. She was ever the complete professional, and wouldn’t dream of addressing Jill any other way when she was acting in her capacity as a vet.

“Now, what’s the problem?” she continued. “Ivonne’s message was somewhat vague. Something about a horse with a swollen belly?”

“There are two actually, ” Jill answered, pointing to the stable where she had isolated the two horses.

Picking up her bag, Marielle followed Jill into the stable. She took a quick look at both horses, who were standing in the middle of the stable, swishing their tails and making the occasional snickering sound. Marielle turned to Jill with a frown.

“At first sight, it looks like a simple colic,” she said, opening her bag and pulling out a long rubber glove. She walked up to the nearest horse and led her over to the wall. Clipping her head harness to the tethering rail, Marielle patted the horse’ s head to reassure her.

“Good girl,” she said softly, and pulled the rubber glove on. It reached up to her elbow, and she walked round to the rear of the horse. Lifting its tail, she slid her arm into the horse’s arse, right up to the elbow.

A huge fart erupted out of the horse’s arse and Marielle smiled.

“As I thought,” she said to Jill. “Colic. Has she been eating kocaeli escort bayan a lot of grain recently?”

“No more than usual,” Jill replied, watching enviously as Marielle extracted her arm from the horse’s arse. How Jill longed to be fisted right now!

Marielle took a syringe and a small bottle out of her bag. Filling the syringe, she smiled at Jill.

“Just a simple anti-biotic,” she explained, and she slid the hypodermic into the horse’s withers and injected her

“I suspect the other one will have a similar problem,” replied Marielle, stripping off the long rubber glove, and taking a fresh one out of her bag. She released the horse she had just examined, and led the second one to the tethering point.

Another rubber glove encased arm went into the horse and another huge, stinking fart erupted out of her, accompanied this time by a not insignificant amount of horse poo. Luckily, Marielle was very nimble and managed to avoid getting splattered. She grinned at Jill, and repeated her actions with a fresh needle

“I think they will both shit a great deal in the next thirty minutes or so,” she said in her sexy sing-song accent. “Give them some fresh water, but nothing to eat for the rest of the day. They should be fine by tomorrow. I’ll pop in sometime on my rounds to check on them.”

“Thank you so much,” Jill gushed. “You’re a brilliant vet.”

Marielle winked at her as she got into her vehicle.

“I think you would like to be fisted like that, eh?” she said softly. “Come down to the club one night soon, and we’ll see what we can do!”

Her peal of laughter faded as she drove slowly out of the yard, leaving Jill alone with her thoughts. Yes, she would love to be fisted, and if it could be done in front of an audience, the humiliation would be an added bonus!

Whilst Jill was filling two buckets with fresh water, the external telephone bell began to ring. Jill glanced up and decided to ignore it.

“They’ll ring back if it’s important,” she thought to herself, and she began to lug the two heavy buckets towards the stable.

When she got there, she found that Marielle’s prophesy had come true. Five piles of steaming horse shit were waiting to be cleared. Sighing to herself, Jill got a shovel and the wheelbarrow, and began to clean up.

She’d almost finished when she heard the phone ringing again. Deciding that it must indeed be important for whoever it was to ring back, she hurried off to answer it, but by the time she’d reached the house and taken off her wellington boots, the phone had stopped. She returned to the stable, where two more piles of shit had appeared in her absence.

She led the two horses into the yard, tethered them and cleaned out the stable. Then she returned the horses and gave them each a bucket of water. Both animals dipped their heads and drank thirstily.

Jill decided that it was time for her mid-morning coffee. She returned to the house, and while she waited for the kettle to boil, she noticed that the ‘new message’ light was flashing on the telephone. She pressed the ‘play’ button.

What Jill heard was to totally transform her life. It was a message from Anna, her little sister. Jill listened to it with increasing horror.

“Hi Sis. I rang earlier, but got no answer, and you’re still not picking up. You must be out in the yard with those bloody horses again. There’s no easy way of saying this Jill, so I’m just going to say it.”

“David’s here with me. He and the kids arrived in the middle of the night when you were more interested in playing nursey to your horses than seeing to David’s needs.”

Jill sighed when she heard this. His needs? What about hers? It had been weeks since David had fucked her, and even then, it had been a Wham, Bam without even the ‘Thank you, Ma’am’ bit. He’d rammed into her, cum in about three minutes before she was even properly wet, pulled out, turned over and was asleep thirty seconds later.

Jill continued to listen to Anna’s message.

“David and I have been having an affair,” Anna continued, without any shame or embarrassment. “We never really stopped fucking after John was conceived, and now we realise that we were made for each other.”

“Don’t bother trying to fight this. I know David told you that he’d registered you as the children’s mother, but that wasn’t strictly true. I’m their birth mother and the records show that. You’ll only embarrass yourself if you claim otherwise.”

“Lucy has known for about two years, and we intend telling John this weekend, when we’re all going to the apartment in Cornwall for a week’s holiday.”

Jill was hyper ventilating at this point. She sat on the floor, her head spinning. But still Anna continued, twisting her knife in an already very painful wound.

“Lucy said to tell you that she’s fed up living with the stink of horses, and having to be careful not to step in horse shit all the time,” continued Anna spitefully. “She’s much happier here, where she has her own en-suite bathroom and the swimming pool, kocaeli escort of course.”

Anna was a very successful merchant banker in the City of London, and she earned a fortune and lived in a grade two listed Tudor manor house. It was obvious to Jill where David and the children’s true feelings lay.

Numb and resigned to what she was listening to, Jill didn’t have the energy to switch off her sister’s hateful torrent.

“So you’d better get used to the fact that neither David nor the children will be coming back to your stables,” Anna went on. “You can content yourself messing about with your four legged friends, and forget about us. I’ll be sending a removal firm down to collect all David’s things and the children’s as well. Don’t try to stop him, or you’ll find yourself in trouble with the police. This is goodbye, Jill. Have a nice life.”

The beep told her that Anna’s message was finished. Jill pressed the button and listened to the whole thing again. She sobbed as the realisation hit her. She was powerless. If she pushed her case, DNA testing would prove that David and Anna were the children’s parents. Why had she taken David at his word when he’d told her that he’d registered her as the children’s mother?

Her self- recrimination was interrupted by the phone ringing again. Jill sighed and picked up the receiver.

“Ashman’s Stables,” she recited automatically. “How may I help you?”

“Good morning, Ms. Ashman. This is Justine Phillips from the school. Neither Lucy nor David has turned up today. You usually let us know if they’re ill. Is everything alright?”

It was the school secretary speaking, someone whom Jill liked and respected a great deal.

“I’m terribly sorry, Mrs. Phillips,” Jill managed to say in a calm voice. “I’m afraid there has been a change in my circumstances here. I wonder if I could come in and speak to Ms. Simpson about it? I really don’t want to do it over the phone.”

“Well Ms. Simpson is on a mentoring course for the rest of the week,” answered Mrs. Phillips. “I can give you an appointment sometime next week. Or would you rather speak to the deputy head, Mr Lloyd? He’s acting head in Ms. Simpson’s absence.”

Jill considered her options for a few seconds. Did she really want to open up about the mess her life had suddenly become to a man? No, she decided, she’d wait and speak to Ms. Olwen Simpson.

“I’d prefer to discuss the matter with Ms. Simpson, if that’s ok?” Jill said apologetically. “And in the meantime, I think you’d better take it that neither Lucy nor John will be in school for the foreseeable future.”

Having reassured Mrs. Phillips that the children were not in any danger, but that they were on a break with their father, Jill ended the phone call and sobbed her heart out.

Jill got through the rest of the day on automatic pilot. The horses still needed looking after, and the small group of disabled children who came for their regular therapy riding session that afternoon helped to take her mind off things as well.

She woke up next morning, alone in the big bed that she and David had so recently shared. Lying there whilst she thought about the past twenty four hours, she realised that feeling sorry for herself was not an option. She jumped out of bed and pulled on her jeans and an old sweatshirt. She’d muck out the stables before breakfast, check on the two sick horses, and then make plans to get on with the rest of her life.

She was having her breakfast when the sound of a vehicle driving into the yard caught her attention. She went out and saw a small pick-up van had parked in front of the stables.

“Can I help you?” she asked as the driver got down from behind the wheel.

“Ms. Ashman?” he asked cheerfully. “I’m here to pick up some things for Ms. Ashman. Your daughter’s moving out, is she?”

“Something like that,” answered Jill shortly. “Come in. There’s quite a bit of stuff, and none of it is packed.”

“No problem. Me and Ritchie will sort all that out,” smiled the driver, indicating a laid back, long-haired young man who was slowly getting out of the cab of the van. “Your daughter has provided lots of boxes for storage.”

“She’s my sister, actually,” replied Jill defiantly, “and just so you know, she’s stolen my partner and his children from me. It’s all their stuff you’ll be taking.”

“Fucking hell, that’s a bit rough.” The driver, who introduced himself as Derek, seemed genuinely shocked.

“If this upsets you, my love, just point us in the right direction and let us get on with it. We won’t disturb you at all.”

Jill smiled gratefully at him, and led them both upstairs. She showed them Lucy and John’s rooms, and told them that they could take everything, including the furniture. “Let Anna sort that fucking lot out,” she thought with a grin.

“Give me a couple of boxes, and I’ll put all David’s things in it whilst you two are stripping these two rooms,” she said. She didn’t want either of them in her bedroom.

Jill made them all a cup of coffee a few hours later. Lucy’s room was now bare except for the carpet and a set of empty bookshelves. She asked Derek if he had tools to remove them, and he sent Ritchie back to the van to get his electric screwdriver. In a few minutes, the shelves joined the rest of Lucy’s stuff in the back of the van.

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Dr. Cole’s Casefiles – Vanessa Pt. 06

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Session 11-The Long Session, cont’d

Sometimes, within the web of human affairs, equal amounts of melancholy and sweetness can mingle. The combination can imbue a situation with poignancy sufficient to bring tears both of joy and grief. Strange, perhaps, but I’ve found it to be true. In the same sense as “the having is not as pleasing as the wanting,” both ideas inform us about reality. The latter emphasizes the difference between perception and truth and the former, the recognition of truth when we see it. Vanessa and I made love that last time in full knowledge of the truth of our relationship.

She had captivated me from the first moment I saw her in my office. Exceptionally pretty in the blonde-haired All American Girl way, clean, well-kept, and polite. Her bright brown eyes, such a lovely contrast with her naturally yellow hair, shone with interest and humor, as if she would be a perfect companion for a lively conversation.

Her body told another tale altogether. As luscious as a tropical rainforest, and as fully capable of summoning explorers, her full and curvy figure defined opulent womanhood. And she moved with a grace that implied availability with a subtlety rarely seen in these days of overbearing loudness. My mouth watered whenever I looked at her or even thought about her. Visions of her walking toward me naked, breasts bouncing, pink nipples erect, a sacrificial offering to all acts of carnality, but with a predatory gleam in her eyes that let one know the consuming of bodies would be mutual. As I say, these visions filled my mind, interfering with my concentration whether in or out of her actual presence.

And that is how things worked out. I wanted her and she wanted me, but I was her psychiatrist and “look but don’t touch” ruled the day. But, not being a completely earthly creature, she swept aside mere rules of human professional behavior, leaving them broken in her wake. She seduced me and we entered the realm of mutual ecstasy for nearly two days. By the end, I had the information that I needed to provide her answers and she had actionable advice. I had enjoyed her body, metaphorically consuming it in every possible way, as she had mine. But far more importantly, our souls had mingled, and I would never forget our moment in the sun.

Fully aware of the portentous nature of our eventual last embrace, I stood up and put out my hand, beckoning the delightful piece of sweetness known as Vanessa Fontaine. She had been lying on the couch in the living room of my house, telling me of the consummation of her relationship with Aaron Wilson, the first man in her life and the first person with whom she had fallen in love. The sweet, dream-like, and damn hot story had excited me. All day we had both worn nothing but thin bathrobes, ostensibly because Vanessa’s clothes needed washing. In reality, we wanted easy access to each other’s body. Throughout this time, starting with last night, she reached places in her story where the sexual event she described heated us both up to the boiling point. At those moments, we appreciated the ease of access the robes provided.

I knew the end approached. She had told me this day would be it and the day was nearly over. True, we might have the rest of the night, but the goal was treatment and resolution of her problem, not the satiety of our carnal appetites. At this last sad but dulcet moment, I didn’t fling open her robe and immediately bury my face between her shapely legs so she could grab my head and rock her hips and scream when her orgasm struck. No, this time an offer was gently made and gently accepted. We lay on my bed, kissing and caressing for many minutes. I ran my hands slowly over her warm flesh and gazed at her sumptuous body while she whispered words of appreciation for my dark and petite beauty.

In the times before, we had traded service; one of us “did” the other, the other responded, and then we “went sixty-nine.” This time, we continued kissing and caressing, finally rubbing each other to ultimate pleasure as we lay face to face. I had thought nothing could be sweeter than the taste of her womanly nectar, but that moment was, that mingling of two souls for the last time. We hugged each other. When the moment passed, we kissed.

I said, “‘La petite mort’.”

She stroked my cheek and asked, “What does that mean?”

I answered, “It’s a French euphemism for orgasm. It translates as ‘The little death’.”

Something in the phrase struck her. Her eyes smoldered. She quoted Othello in a hoarse whisper, “‘To die upon a kiss,'” and trailed down my body leaving love bites along the way.

I remembered her describing a time when Judith and Karen covered her body with hickeys and how it had excited her. Now, I had to agree. Sex, especially oral sex, is a kind of consuming, an eating of another’s body. When performed on a woman, it’s literally called “eating pussy.” We often think of another attractive person as ‘delicious’ kocaeli escort bayan or say ‘yum’ when we see him or her. I found this leaving evidence of her eating my body one step beyond metaphorical, and it caused my cunt to drip.

I rose to my elbows and viewed the trail she left from my tits to my pussy. I couldn’t see the marks on my neck, but I did see the rest. Two on each breast, several on my tummy, and three on each of my thighs. From her position, with her face inches from my cunt, she met my gaze.

She didn’t smile. We had already satisfied our mutual need for tender love. Now was the time for lust. Her feral, predatory look told me I was her prey. I spread my legs wide, obedient to her silent demand, a willing sacrifice to her voracious carnality. She licked her lips and then sucked my labia into her mouth, as if she intended to drain my juices, she a sexual vampire and me a very noninnocent victim.

She never took her eyes from mine as her head moved with the subtle motions of her feeding. She let go of my pussy lips and extended her long tongue, wagging it at me and then running it up and down my slit several times before piercing my womanhood with it. Her mouth flat against my cunt, her tongue inches deep, she used it to rub the ventral wall of the inside of my pussy, doing her best to reach my G-spot. My eyes popped and I jerked when she found it.

I wanted to grab her head but that would require me to lie back and break our gaze and that I would not do. Her tongue probing my pussy nearly drove me wild, but her eyes bonding with my soul enraptured me.

My eyes got wider and her tongue got livelier. My breath grew short and grunts issued from my throat unsummoned. She placed a hand on my tummy, just above my slit and rubbed my bud with her thumb. She ran her other hand up to my breast and pinched my nipple, hard. My lips formed a grimace and my brow furrowed. A sensation so intense I couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or pain radiated outward from my nub through my body. A powerful spasm wracked my body. I screamed, loud, primal, incoherent, as I quaked.

The sensation took several moments to pass and, when it did, I dropped back, exhausted. Vanessa slid up the bed. Spit dripped down her chin and fragrant female nectar glistened in a wide circle area around her lips. I licked her face with a greedy passion and placed my open mouth on hers, entwining our tongues. Breathless, I broke the kiss, stroked her cheek, and said, “‘To die upon a kiss’ indeed. I think my heart stopped for a moment.”

She smiled and grazed my nipples with her fingertips. The dreamy, sleepy look of contentment gradually faded. I sensed hesitation in her. She sighed and said, “Are you ready to continue? I’m almost done with my story. Then you’ll have to suggest the best thing for me to do.” She kissed me on the lips. It felt like a farewell.

I nodded. “Do you want a shower, first?”

She nodded but didn’t move. She couldn’t meet my eyes as she said, “And, I guess, we should get dressed. Are my clothes still in the dryer?”

Of course, that meant no more sex. I knew it was coming. She had told me this day would be it. I thought I would be ready for it, but it had been such a beguiling experience, beautiful beyond my ability to describe. Tears welled in my eyes and spilled down my cheeks. It must have been contagious, because she cried, too. We lay there and held each other while we sobbed. What seemed like hours later, but in reality just moments, I sniffed and said, “You get in the shower. I’ll fetch your clothes.”

Vanessa took longer in the bathroom than me. I laid out her clothes, halter top dress, stockings, shoes and went to my living room to wait. Actually, I called it the “living room” as do many in the South, but the rest of the country would probably call it the den or the family room, reserving the name “living room” for a smaller one with more expensive furniture that never got used.

As I often do, I stood at my window and stared out. My subdivision outside Forrestburg, about eighty miles north of the coastal town of Beauchamp, abuts a national forest. I like to watch the trees that I can see over my privacy fence. During the day, squirrels scurry about, twitching their noses and swishing their bushy tails. At night, it’s raccoons. I find them less cute but more interesting than the squirrels. They seemed more intelligent, more focused, more logical in their search for food. Everyone in the neighborhood has special trash bins with heavy, spring-loaded tops, intended to foil scavengers, but that doesn’t stop those persistent bandits from trying.

I raised my eyes. The sun sat low in the sky. The year waned and the days shortened. Soon darkness would descend. I shrugged off my encroaching melancholy and turned when I heard the swish of Vanessa’s stocking-clad thighs. She wasn’t fat by the standards of those days. No, indeed. Opulent, ample, juicy, of course, but izmit escort bayan not fat.

I smiled, a bit wanly perhaps, and extended my open hand to the couch, inviting her to lie down. Last night, this morning, and this afternoon, she would have greeted me with a kiss while we felt each other up. The seemingly endless therapy session would not have resumed until we could pull ourselves apart. But this was early evening and the past was the past. We were back to strictly doctor and patient.

Would the memories fade? I doubted it. Vanessa was unique. Everything about her seemed exaggerated. Her sexy prettiness, her skill in the act of love, her complete abandonment of inhibition in bed, her childlike ability to trust and the way it inspired devotion to her in others, as if the thought of hurting her was too abhorrent to contemplate. No, I would not forget. I resigned myself to the torment of constantly remembering the feel of her silky skin, the sparkling of her hair in the sunlight, the firmness of her large breasts, the sweet taste of her nectar, the sound of her screams as her body rocked from a powerful orgasm.

I sighed as she settled on the couch. She darted her eyes to me, but said nothing. She always waited for me to begin.

I said, “I believe we stopped with you describing your first time on Aaron’s yacht and what happened. Amazing, really. From that trip, you not only rekindled a sexual interest in men, but practically got your entire future laid out in front of you and it included much happiness and fulfillment. Then Judith somehow reappeared and started the trouble that eventually led you to me. Would you like to pick it up from there?”

She said, “Yes. Like you said, I thought I was set. Aaron and I were in love. The apartment his company provided was great. The building was across the highway from the beach. My apartment was on the top floor, the sixth. The sixth floor was special because it was divided into only two apartments instead of four. That way both flats had a beach view. It provided as much living space as a small house and was fully furnished. Well, I guess it would have to be, given its stated purpose to be housing for traveling business contacts.

“Aaron brought me back to Sharon’s the day we got in from our voyage. It was a Friday and close to dark. Mobile was only an hour away and it only took about fifteen minutes to pack up my stuff and put it into my car. He waited outside by my open trunk.

“Sharon asked, ‘Where’re you going? What’s your hurry?’

“I had to tell her everything, but I made short work of it. I said, ‘Look, I don’t have a lot of time, but I’ll call you tonight or tomorrow. The short version is that Aaron and I are in love, he’s hired me to work for his company, and as part of my pay he’s putting me into one of his company’s apartments over in Port City. But he’s waiting outside for me and I gotta go.’

“Sharon was dumbstruck. I dropped my bags and hugged her tight. ‘I owe you more than I can say. Thank you. I promise, I’ll call, either tonight or tomorrow and we’ll talk as long as we can.’ I kissed her lips, you know, not sexual but like girls do sometimes. Now I never saw men do it, but girls can do all sorts of things because we don’t have that stupid manly ego, right?”

She was obviously trying to lighten my mood, and I should have let her. But I knew that I had to remain stoic and disinterested if I were to get through this. I nodded.

Vanessa continued, “Well, Aaron helped me get my things up to the apartment. We ordered some food for delivery and I unpacked while we waited for it. That was about ten months ago. Aaron didn’t move in. He still lives on “Selene” when he’s not traveling and he doesn’t usually spend the night. Most nights when he’s in town, he comes by for dinner and we nearly always make love afterwards and then he leaves. I’ve asked him to sleep there with me a few times and he’s always done it.”

I asked, “Did you ever ask him why he didn’t move in with you?”

She nodded. “About four months ago. He said he wasn’t ready yet and I left it alone.”

I asked, “And you didn’t feel as if anything was wrong?”

She shrugged. “I don’t really have a frame of reference. He’s my first relationship with a man. I’m as soft and loving as I know how to be. He always calls before coming over, just to make sure I don’t have other plans. I joke about him being the only plan of mine that counts and he laughs. I make sure my hair and makeup are done before he gets there. Sometimes I wear a sexy dress and lingerie, some of the things that Judith bought me, sometimes a fancy negligee, sometimes just a robe, but always something that means I want to have sex and I want to be appealing. He’s never failed to respond.”

I raised my eyebrows and nodded. “That’s good. A happy and vigorous sex life is necessary for a satisfying longterm relationship. Do you ever go out? Dancing? Restaurants?”

She gebze escort shook her head. “He’s asked, but I think it’s more to please me. He’s a homebody. I told him, ‘I’m a homebody, too, only so long as your body’s home.’ He really liked that. I have so much room, we can turn on music and dance there. We do sometimes. We both like to cook. Sometimes we order out. I tried my best to keep a low profile. I didn’t want Judith to find me.

“But we do frequently get out of the house. We take “Selene” out to the islands, like I already described. Chandelier’s our favorite spot.”

I probed, “So, you don’t feel the need to mingle with other people?”

She shrugged. “I’ve invited Sharon over a few times. And Aaron sees people when he travels. He drives over to his office in New Orleans several times a month. But he accomplishes most of his work on the telephone in his office on “Selene.” His assistant lives in Beauchamp near the harbor.”

I asked, “And that doesn’t bother you?”

She laughed. “No. He was kidding about her being a young model. She’s in her forties, at least thirty pounds overweight, and frumpy as all hell. But she adores him and works like a mule. I’m not worried.”

I said, “I see. Well, when and how did Judith make her reappearance?”

She frowned. “August. It would be. South Mississippi only has two real seasons, summer and August. Hotter than the hinges on the gates of Hell. The damn heat gave me an even better excuse to stay indoors. It’s not so bad when you’re on the boat and the breeze is moving. How people can stand to sit on the beach and bake I do not understand. I know a certain amount of sunlight is good for you, helps with your vitamin D and all, but it’s like people don’t realize that a sunburn is a radiation burn. No thanks.

“Anyway, I always worked at home. Aaron was traveling that week, so I had planned to have Sharon take a day off from her job and come visit with me. Or I could go there. It didn’t matter. It was a Monday and I was waiting for six o’clock when I knew she’d be home. At five there was a knock on the door. I opened it and there she was. Judith, not Sharon.

***

Observer mode.

***

Vanessa’s eyes bulged and her mouth gaped. The tall and slender dominatrix didn’t wait to be invited. She just strolled in. Surprise paralyzed the lovely blonde.

Judith said, “Aren’t you happy to see me, pet?”

Vanessa blurted, “How did you find me?”

Judith said, “Manners, girl. Aren’t you going to invite me to sit?”

Vanessa snapped out of her daze. “You’re not welcome, Judith. I don’t want you here. Leave, please.”

The dominatrix said, “You disappoint me, girl. That’s no way to welcome your mistress.”

“You’re not my mistress. I left you.”

“But my sweet, juicy morsel, a slave can’t sever the relationship. Only the mistress can do that. I haven’t and I don’t intend to, ever.”

Panic made Vanessa emphatic. “I don’t give a shit about your damn dominance games, lady. It is OVER. LEAVE. NOW”

Judith put a brown manila envelope on the coffee table. “I’ll leave. But first, you really should look in that envelope.”

As if the paper pouch were a snake, Vanessa recoiled. “What’s in it?”

A wicked grin curled the beautiful burnette’s lips, projecting the streak of cruelty that Vanessa knew about and feared. “Why, pictures, my sweet morsel. Of you. You’re very photogenic. If you were thinner, not that I’d want that, you’re delicious just as you are, but if you were thinner, you could easily get work as a model. Especially for a particularly graphic men’s magazine.”

Vanessa’s hands shook as she reached for the envelope. She opened it and pulled out several eight by ten photographs. One was of Karen performing cunnilingus on her on the bed in Judith’s play room. Vanessa wore flesh-toned thigh stockings and strappy high heels, nothing else. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, obviously moaning. She was propped up on one elbow and her other hand held Karen by the head.

In the next photograph, she was kissing Karen’s pussy while Judith fucked her from behind with a strap-on. The others were of her dressed similarly in a variety of acts with Judith and some of her clients. One was a lesbian foursome. All were in color and highly detailed. The camera used had been of good quality.

The pictures slipped from Vanessa’s shaking hands. She looked at Judith, fear marring her lovely face.

Judith said, “Now, pet, would you like to talk with me for a few minutes?”

In a small voice, Vanessa asked, “How much?”

Judith raised an eyebrow. “Money? Do you think I want money from you?”

Vanessa said, “What else could you want?”

“The return of my property, my sweet. I want my fertility goddess back with me. Actually, I should think you’d be flattered.”

Vanessa stood. Fury blazed from her countenance. “You must be crazy. You think you can blackmail me into going back to Forrestburg to be your whore again? No way. No fuckin’ way. I’m nothing but a thing to you. When I realized that, I left as soon as I could. No fuckin’ way I’m goin’ back. Fuck you, bitch.” She closed her hands into fists, ready to physically fight.

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