Dickinson’s World Pt. 02

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One evening, as Pete and Dickinson were out on the patio having a drink and talking, Tony came running out of the house in his new bathing suit (which Pete had just bought for him) and dove into the pool. Their visitor expressed a little surprise at seeing the kid in such a skimpy bathing suit. He mentioned that as far as he had seen, the kids always wore those surfer baggies when they swam.

Pete chuckled. “New orders. This suit has a thong back — having his ass bare reminds him of what’s at stake if he acts up. It also shows off the color of his ass to his friends — lets them know if he’s been spanked lately.” He laughed again. “Makes it easier to get at his ass, too, in case I have to.” He smiled complacently. “Or even if I just want to.”

Dickinson nodded. “Good idea.” He watched Tony climb up on the edge of the pool, bend over, and dive back in. “Pretty impressive butt on him, too. I had no idea that thing was so pretty. Those baggies ought to be outlawed. Good lookin’ kid, all right.”

Pete nodded. “Sure is. And he’s pretty good actin’ too, nowadays.” He glanced at his neighbor. “Here, let me show you.” He turned back to where Tony was paddling around in the pool. “Hey, Tony, get over here.”

Dickinson approved of the way the kid immediately made for the side of the pool and walked right over to where the two of them were sitting.

“Hi, Mr. Dickinson. Hey, Dad. What do you want?” He smiled a little nervously.

“Show Mr. Dickinson, here, what color your ass is after last night’s spanking, Tony.”

He hesitated slightly, but when Pete raised an eyebrow, he quickly turned around and showed the men his (almost) bare ass.

“Very nice color,” Mr. Dickinson commented.

Pete smiled at his son’s round white ass, the blush of fading handspanks still clearly visible on the full cheeks. “Bend over and show Mr. Dickinson how deep we spank over here in this house.”

Another slight hesitation, a quick glance over his shoulder at his father, trying to see if he was joking. Then he slowly spread his legs slightly, bent over, and grabbed his ankles. Dickinson smiled as the kid’s deep crack slowly spread open, revealing that the pinkness continued down the insides of his cheeks, all the way to the tiny strip of the thong that (barely) concealed the kid’s tight little asshole.

“Very deep,” commented Mr. Dickinson. “But do you spank all the way down? I can’t quite tell with that swimsuit in the way.” He winked at Pete.

Pete grinned at his son as a wave of blush made both sets of cheeks the same color. “Well, Tony? Show the man.”

Slowly Tony reached up to the back of his waist and slipped his fingers under the elastic band. The men watched as the hot-assed young teenager slowly and reluctantly pulled the thong down in back. He was stripped of the last of his modesty as the thin strip of cloth peeled out of his asscrack. Finally, the suit was down around his thighs, exposing the depths of his crack and his pink little hole to the older men.

“Aahh,” said Mr. Dickinson.

Pete smiled at his obedient son. “Well, Tony’s asshole is just naturally pink, but believe me, it’s pinker than usual right now. It took quite a few swats last night, didn’t it, Tony?”

“Yes, sir, it sure did.” Tony blushed even pinker at this discussion of his hot little asshole, especially when he was in such a vulnerable position. This was the first time any man other than his father had ever seen it.

Pete smiled. “Good boy, Tony! You did good. I’ll make an honest kid out of you yet.” He winked. “I know, I know. You want to cover your asshole. Well, go ahead. You deserve a reward for being so obedient. Just remember — anytime Mr. Dickinson or I tell you to do something, you do it. OK?”

Tony didn’t look too OK with that. He had seen the look on the neighbor man’s face when he dropped his swimsuit, and it made him a little nervous. But an order was an order. He’d just try to avoid the Dickinson house in future.

Just as he got his suit more or less back into place, Johnny came running out onto the deck. He was wearing his jams. He ran right over to the pool and dove in.

Dickinson, evidently feeling that his own control over his stepson had been challenged by Tony’s performance, called Johnny over. Johnny was almost as prompt as Tony had been.

“We were just talking, son, about these jams you kids all wear. Is that the only kind you have?”

“Yeah, that’s about it. Why?”

“Well, you see, Mr. Erikson and I just agreed that those jams are pretty old-fashioned. We’d like to see you kids looking a little more up-to-date.” He winked at Pete. “See the suit Tony’s got on?” Johnny glanced over, then did a double-take. Clearly, this was the first time he’d seen it. “Turn around, Tony, show him the back.”

Johnny was even more wide-eyed when he saw Tony’s completely bare ass. His cheeks were so lush they swallowed the thong completely. Unless you knew it was there, it looked like the suit had no rear at all.

“How’d you like almanbahis a suit like that?”

Johnny gulped. “Uh, well, it’s a little small, isn’t it? I’d feel kind of funny with my ass hanging out like that.”

Dickinson smiled. “Well, get used to it. We’re going to get you one just like it, and you’ll wear it whenever you go swimming. I’m throwing all those old baggies away.”

Johnny turned white, then blushed. He kept staring at Tony’s bare ass.

Pete chimed in, “Why don’t you try them on? Maybe you’ll like them once you get used to it. Go ahead, Tony, hand ’em over.”

Now it was Tony’s turn to gape. “But Dad, this is the only suit I’ve got. I don’t have anything else to put on.”

“Come on, Tony. It’s only us guys here. I’m sure Johnny’s seen it all before, haven’t you Johnny?”

“Uh, well, I guess so.”

“Well, that’s that, then. Come on, Tony, let him try on your suit.”

The two boys were too embarrassed to even look at each other. Tony turned around and slowly slid off the suit. Johnny’s eyes widened when he saw the thong slowly peel out of Tony’s crack.

Dickinson chimed in. “Well, what are you waiting for, Johnny? Get those old baggies off and give ’em here. We’re throwing them away right now.”

Johnny also turned away and slowly slid off the oversized bathing suit he was wearing. As he turned around to hand them to his stepfather, he tried to conceal his half-erect cock.

Dickinson took the suit and in a show of strength, ripped it in half. He tossed the pieces to one side. “Get your hands away from your crotch. Makes you look like a damn girl.”

Blushing again, Johnny moved his hands to his sides. With the added attention, his cock was soon rock hard and pointing skyward.

Tony was obviously having the same problem and, having seen the handwriting on the wall, didn’t bother trying to hide it. He handed the thong over to Johnny without being told and stood there, hands at his sides, face bright red, as his cock, too, jiggled around, rigid as his friend’s.

Awkwardly, Johnny tried to figure out how the tiny scrap of cloth worked. Finally, he got it more or less oriented and gingerly stepped into the leg-holes. He quickly pulled it up. His hard cock stretched the tiny pouch to its limits. He spent a couple of minutes getting the thong straight in back and lined up with his asscrack.

At his stepfather’s command, he modeled the suit for the three of them. If anything, he looked even hotter than Tony in it. His round jutty ass jiggled and the distended pouch of the swimsuit bounced as he walked awkwardly over to the pool and back. Seeing how Tony’s naked cock was reacting to his bare ass made it even worse. He kept getting even harder and more flustered.

“Well, how does it feel? Does it fit?”

“Well, uh… I think it’s a little small, isn’t it?” As he faced the men, the suit front spasmed a few times as the cloth rubbed over his rigid cockhead.

“Hell, any suit’s going to be small when you got a hardon. Don’t worry about it.” Dickinson gestured at his stepson. “Come over here, let me check it out.”

He turned Johnny around and told him to bend over. “Let me see if you got that strap lined up right. It’s supposed to run right over your asshole — keep you decent in mixed company.”

Johnny reluctantly did as he was told and the two men had an opportunity to position the thong. Dickinson took it between his thumb and forefinger and pulled it out and away from the crack, exposing the kid’s asshole. “Looks about like Tony’s, doesn’t it?” He stroked it lightly with a fingertip, eliciting a gasp and a moan from the kid. He then carefully replaced the strip down the center of the crack and slapped the kid’s ass. “There you go. Perfect. Why don’t you try swimming in it for a while?”

Tony had been trying to get his father’s attention. “Uh — Dad. The guys are coming over — in fact, they’re overdue already. Could I put a swimsuit on before they get here?”

Pete laughed. “No way. Just tell ’em it’s bare-ass day at the pool. Maybe they’ll join in.” He and Dickinson glanced at each other.

Dickinson joined in, “Hey, why don’t we just make it a rule from now on? No suits at the pool unless there’s women around.” He grinned. “Hey, Johnny, get over here and give me that suit. The guys are swimming bare-ass today.”

Pete laughed. “Yeah, and if some guy doesn’t want to, then it’s up to you guys to get him out of his suit — no holds barred.”

That piqued the boys’ interest a little. Because then, with both of them naked in the pool, Joey showed up. Joey was a very cute little 18-year-old blond with an angel’s face and a gymnast’s body. Tiny waist with perky tits and what looked like a perky ass under all that cloth.

When they told him about the rule, he blushed bright red and refused. “No way!” Joey usually didn’t even shower with the rest of the guys, he was so embarrassed about anybody seeing him naked.

Johnny and Tony looked at each other, then both of them climbed, stark almanbahis yeni giriş naked, out of the pool. Joey tried running, but they caught him halfway through the house. The men quietly followed to watch.

The two naked ones wrestled the smaller kid to the floor. Tony sat on his face while Johnny took control of the lower part of his body. Despite the kid’s efforts, Johnny quickly managed to strip off his baggies, revealing a Speedo underneath. The Speedo was tougher, since it was pretty tight and Joey was thrashing around, but Johnny managed to work that down his legs and over his feet as well, leaving the sweet-faced little teenager naked on the living room floor. He had a perfect young cock and balls that were flopping around as he continued to try to get away from the two older guys.

Just to embarrass the kid, Johnny lifted his legs high in the air, spreading them up toward his head to show off the kid’s firm young balls and hairless little asshole to the two men who were watching.

The two bigger guys took the kid by his arms and dragged him out to the pool, still valiantly struggling. His resistance quickly dropped off, though, since every time he started, the hard cocks of the other two boys ended up pressed against him in one embarrassing place or another while they subdued him.

Once in the pool, Joey felt a little better, since his dick felt a little bit covered, being underwater. He spent the next 10 minutes or so being chased around by Tony and Johnny, who felt a lot bolder with someone so hyper-modest around. They teased Joey by grabbing at his bare cock and balls and sliding an occasional hand over his smooth butt.

By the time the last two guys arrived, Joey was as hard as the other two swimmers.

This time they let Tom and Ricky jump in the pool first. The three of them mobbed Tom and got his suit off him before Ricky saw what was going on. At first he thought they were just fooling around. When he saw what they were doing, he swam for the side of the pool, but before he got there, he was already naked — Joey grabbed one side of his suit and Tony the other. They just held it while he swam right out of it.

The new rule was explained to them, and after a little spluttering and complaining, they agreed to go along with it. The Eriksons and Dickinsons were the only ones among the five of them to have pools, and they wanted to maintain access.

Ricky and Tom were also more than a little intrigued by the newly naked Joey. They knew his story, and the fact that he was naked here against his will made him a little bit of a curiosity for them –sort of a sex object. When Tony told them about chasing the kid through the house and stripping him in the living room, they laughed, but under cover of the water both of them went from half-hard to rigid.

They all dived and swam around for a while, trying to relax and get their hard-ons under control. After all, there were a couple of Dads watching them. But every time one of them was underwater and saw all the hard young cocks and humpy bare asses around him, he came back to the surface harder than ever.

Finally, Tony, winking at Johnny, asked if everybody wanted Cokes. They all agreed. Grinning, Tony turned to Joey and told him to go get them out of the kitchen.

Joey strenuously objected. He had no intention of getting out of that pool bare-ass in front of all the guys and a couple of dads, too. “Come on, Tony, it’s your house.” He whined. “You go get them.”

“But you’re the youngest. It’s your duty to serve your elders.” Tony shot back. “Come on, nobody’s gonna bite you. You chicken or something?”

After a good deal of back and forth, Joey finally agreed — after the other guys agreed to get out of the pool, too, to drink the Cokes. That way he wouldn’t be the only one showing everything.

They all agreed and got out when he did. He started bravely for the kitchen, hot tits and ass on display, one hand trying to cover his hard little dick as it stuck straight up in the air and jiggled at every step. There was a big splash and Joey stopped and turned around. He was madder than hell when he saw that the other guys had dived back into the pool, leaving him all alone and naked in the middle of the patio.

“Hey, Joey.” Dickinson called to the boy. “As long as you’re getting Cokes, would you bring out a couple of beers for me and Pete?”

Joey was just ready to run back to the pool, but Dickinson’s request hooked him. He couldn’t very easily ignore it. It wouldn’t be polite. Slowly he turned back toward the house, more conscious than ever of his erection as he walked toward the two men, who were between him and the kitchen door.

It seemed to take him forever to walk across the patio. Every step of the way, he was conscious of the eyes of the two men on his body. Because of their dark glasses, he couldn’t tell exactly where they were focussed, but they were definitely watching him.

Just as he was walking past them, Pete said, “Hey, Joey. almanbahis giriş As long as you’re going that way, why don’t you take our empties back in? Thanks.”

Blushing more than ever, Joey was forced to stop and turn back toward the men. He walked over between them and reached over Pete to get his bottle. He misjudged a little, and by the time he reached it, his twitchy hardon was right in Pete’s face. From this close, Joey could see the man’s eyes, and there was no doubt where they were focussed.

When he turned around to get Mr. Dickinson’s bottle, still pink-cheeked at the way he had accidentally shoved his hard-on into Mr. Erikson’s face, something caught at his ankle and tripped him. He fell forward, right across Dickinson’s lap.

Dickinson quickly held the kid down with a hand on his upper back, pushing his head down until it was almost touching the patio. The kid’s ass was thrust high into the air. He kicked his legs and wiggled his ass, trying to get free.

Dickinson smiled down at the full, round young asscheeks bouncing around on his lap. “Hey, Joey, you do something bad or something, that you think you need a spanking? Well, you came to the right man.” He winked at Pete, who had come over to get a closer look at the kid’s goodies.

Joey kept yelling to let him up, but Dickinson wasn’t that easy to order around. “C’mon, Joey, fess up. What did you do?”

“Nothing! I didn’t do nothing! Now lemme up, dammit!”

“Well, Joey, in my house that kind of talk alone would get your ass tanned. Just ask Johnny sometime.”

Joey stopped kicking, a little shocked. “You mean… uh… you still… uh… spank Johnny?” He had no idea that Johnny was getting spanked by his stepfather.

While Joey thought it over, the two men admired his smooth, round young ass. Even with his ass this high in the air, his deep crack kept his asshole from being seen.

Finally, from patio-level, they heard his soft voice, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I did.”

“Well, now, if you’d been Johnny, you’d have gotten a good spanking for that, sorry or not. But since you don’t know the rules, well…” He squeezed the kid’s right cheek. “… I’ll let it go this once.” He let go of the kid’s back.

The two men watched as the humpy little number squirmed his way back to vertical. When he finally made it back to his own two feet, he was so relieved to have his ass unspread that he’d almost forgotten his embarrassment at having his hard little dick and his pink balls on display in front of the two men.

Slowly, his original blush returned as he became aware of the way their eyes were drawn to the bouncing of his rigid erection as he circled Dickinson’s chair and retrieved the empty beer bottle. He could still feel the heat of their gaze on his ass as he finally walked those last few feet to the kitchen door.

Pete decided to take advantage of the opportunity to get a look at Ricky’s naked body, too. He’d always thought he was the cutest of all Tony’s friends, with his wavy black hair, smooth tan skin and flashy smile. He had big sexy tits and from what he could see, he guessed the kid would have a great butt, too. The way they stripped him today, though, nobody could see a thing.

He yelled out at the pool for Ricky to get into the kitchen and help Joey carry the Cokes — he wasn’t going to be able to do it alone.

The other guys were delighted to see yet another gang member humiliated — as long as it wasn’t them. They razzed him as he reluctantly climbed out of the pool and walked over toward the kitchen.

His cock was actually soft at the beginning, out of nervousness at having to face the two men, but as soon as he realized that both of them were looking right at it, it started a rapid rise. He made an ineffectual attempt to cover it, but it just looked like he was playing with it, so he finally gave up. By the time he walked past them, it was as rigidly erect as Joey’s (but much larger).

Pete watched attentively as Ricky passed them. The kid’s ass was as sweet as he’d thought — with his narrow waist, the big round buttcheeks stuck out like melons. They were set wide, so that even though his crack was deep, it was possible to see almost to the bottom of it. Pete was tempted to grab a flashlight and see if he could spot the kid’s asshole in there.

Just as the kid reached the kitchen door, Pete said, “Bring me my beer right away, Ricky. I’m thirsty.”

Ricky paused and gave a nervous little sideways look at Pete. Then he gave a little nod and disappeared through the door. Pete watched his beautiful smooth white mounds pass out of sight.

A minute later, Ricky re-emerged with a beer in one hand, cock still half-hard and bouncing. He walked over to Pete. Again, the direct gaze of the older man started heating him up again. By the time he reached Pete’s chaise longue, his cock was preceding him by at least 7 inches. He was so embarrassed by its size that he stood back a ways as he tried to hand the beer to Pete.

Unfortunately, with such an awkward angle, he ended up dropping the bottle before Pete could get a good hold of it. It shattered on the tiles. Pete was furious. He ordered Ricky into the kitchen to get a broom and dustpan to clean up the glass.

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The Fantastic Masturbation Session

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I was a single and lonely woman in her mid-thirties who lived alone in a one-bedroomed flat in North London. It had been years since I had been in a relationship, and ages since I had any sex. My sex life was non-existent. One night when the rain pounded against the window, I had made myself a mug of tea and walked across the kitchen to the living room in my nightie and dressing gown. I turned on the TV and then sat down on the leather couch, taking a sip of black tea. Half an hour later, I was flicking through the channels on Sky and came across istanbul travesti a porn channel of two girls and one guy naked and kissing. I was in two minds. Should I turn over? Or should I keep watching? I had to admit I was intrigued. So I continued to watch porn.Ten minutes later, I was still watching. It brought back feelings that I hadn’t felt for years. Not terrible ones, but good. Stirrings of sexual arousal in my groin. I felt my pussy begin to twitch. I placed my mug down on the coffee table and sat back and watched. Five minutes travesti istanbul later, it was two absolutely gorgeous naked blonde girls laying on top of each other kissing and licking each other’s wet shaven pussies. My pussy was throbbing now with excitement. The arousal grew stronger as the girls started moaning out loud with pleasure.I took off my dressing gown and nightie and I saw that my vagina was soaking wet with arousal. I straddled the arm of the couch and began to rub my clit up and down on it as I continued to watch lesbian porn. istanbul travestileri I humped the couch more when the girls on screen began to grind their hot and wet pussies against each other’s and moaning with pleasure. I let out a loud moan as I thrust harder and harder. It turned me on even more hearing the bed on screen creaking beneath them. I wanted that. I wanted to fuck those two lesbian pornstars and make them scream out. I humped harder and faster. The couch began to creak loudly as I humped it more and more. And then all of a sudden, my body began to tremble all over with pleasure as I cried out and my orgasm squirted out from my pussy all over the arm of the couch and began to run down the side. I was still amazingly horny as I watched more lesbian porn on the TV screen.

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Mind Fuckery

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When was the last time you made me cum? It has been such a busy week and my mind has been so full of work I can’t quite remember. Was it Tuesday? Or, maybe…was it Wednesday? Yes, I think it was Wednesday. That’s right. Wednesday we had lunch in my car. Wow. Today is Friday…only two days without your voice in my ear growling, “Cum for me darling,” and I can’t think straight. “Darn!” I burned my forehead with my flat iron. I can’t even focus on what I’m doing and shouldn’t be allowed to play with hot objects. Hot objects….the thought of your hot, hard, swollen cock teasing my lips while I lick away your pre-cum…”Sugar!” The iron slipped out of my slack grip and clattered to the floor. I jumped back to avoid getting my toes burned and picked it up before it could burn anything else. I shook my head at myself in the mirror. “Focus, Kyla. Goodness!” What you do to me. I’m almost trembling inside and my clit is on fire. But, I can’t really tell my manager that I’m calling in late because I need you to make me orgasm. I force myself to go through the familiar morning routine and try unsuccessfully to block out the sound of your voice repeating in my head “Suck me darling. Look at me and suck me baby.” I blow my bangs out of my eyes as I bend over slipping the iron in its hot sleeve in the bottom drawer and quickly putting away everything on the bathroom counter. Rushing into the kitchen I grab my lunch, my purse, and my keys then stumble and miss the last step going down the stairs. “Aghhhhhh!” Inside my stubbornly distracted brain the sound of you crying out as you cum inside my stretched mouth is so loud I look behind me to see if you’re standing there, fighting the urge to drop to my knees before you. My legs are trembling now and a bit weak. Hoping that I can drive the forty-five minutes into work without endangering life and limb I slide behind the wheel and manage to safely back up and out of the driveway. Punching search on the radio, country, rock, rap, and morning radio show laughter flit through the air but I don’t hear any of those noises. What I hear is the memory of my voice as my fingers rub my clit, “Please baby, please give me more. Please. Ohhhhh!!! Shit, I’m going to cum. Please don’t stop.” Wiggling in my seat I realize I’m actually wondering if I can cum while driving. I laugh at that. What is happening to me? I’m just a soccer mom and you’re turning me into this cum-soaked creature who craves sex, lust, cock and umm…did I mention cum? Not just any cum, but your cum baby. My hips rock against the seat but then stop when I realize I’m wearing a thin black skirt. Hmm. If I cum in my panties by humping my seat could someone see cum stains through my skirt? A glimmer of sanity manages travesti istanbul to break through the pre-orgasmic fog. “Easy, Kyla,” I say out loud. I reach up and look in my rear view mirror. My cheeks are a bit pink and eyes are a bit over sparkly but other than that I show no sign of the messy, dirty thoughts playing like a YouPorn video in my head. My office building looms like a haven. I’ve staved off the craving but it’s still there. “Hurry,” my pussy says. “Hurry and touch me or else I will make your life a misery every minute of your day.” “Yes, ma’am,” I mean, what else can I say? A pussy wants what a pussy wants. And at this moment she is controlling my every thought and every action. Oh my God! Now I have a glimmer of what a man thinks when his cock thinks for him. I almost get it now. I flood as my brain fixates once again. The word ‘cock’ reverberates in my spinning mind as I grab yours and stroke you while you lift my skirt and finger me roughly in the parking lot in retaliation. I look around to see who’s watching us and realize that thankfully the few people pulling into park can’t see into my naughty little mind. My pussy clenches, the little dominatrix bending me to her will. “Faster, you little cum slut, faster.” Hmm. My pussy has a potty mouth. She’s such a naughty, naughty pussy. I giggle a bit. I can’t wait to tell you about this crazy conversation my sex-crazed mind is having. “Good morning” a co-worker of mine holds the door open for me and we make polite small talk all the while my pussy is pulsing and twitching, flooding the swollen space between my legs. “Hurry,” my snatch hisses, “or I’ll spit down your legs letting everybody see how much you’ve neglected me.” I walk faster to my desk, passing the people who think of me as the “good girl…so quiet, so sweet, so hard-working.” My jacket is whipped off and hung up in my cabinet, my purse thumps heavily down onto its shelf and I distractedly turn on my monitors. My coffee cup is probably disappointed that I don’t pick it up as usual but sorry coffee, even you have to wait. “Hurry”…my pussy is screaming now. I focus on the ladies room. Only twenty steps to go. “Kyla!” a deep voice calls my name and I keep my head down. I’m doomed, trying to pretend in the quiet hall that I didn’t hear my name. “Kyla, how are you doing?” Pressing my legs together trying to smother my screaming pussy, thumping her indignation, I turn slowly and plaster my usual smile on my face. “John! I didn’t know you were coming into town this week.” I lean forward and give him my customary hug and smile. “I thought you were doing the show in Orlando?” My mouth says the right words and I’m sure I look like my normal calm self but I’m wiggling slowly, istanbul travestileri shifting my weight from foot to foot. I feel my traitorous pussy make good on her threat and hold back a full body shiver as a stream of pussy juice slowly drizzles down my smooth inner thigh. I press my thighs together and smear the wetness between them as she cackles evilly and spits out another attack. Blah, blah, blah, he keeps talking. He asks me to go out for drinks tonight with a couple of other colleagues but I turn him down. I can sense the interest behind his professional smile and I don’t want to encourage him in any way. I know it won’t take much for him to think that I want him like all of the other women around here and I don’t. He’s too plastic, too pretty; the kind of man who’s good at being politically correct and vapid to your face and snarky and nasty when in the company of anyone who will listen. My pussy yells out loudly, “Move on pretty boy, move on…you’re not wanted here.” Wanting to reach down and shut her up I settle on reaching out and patting him on the shoulder, “Okay. Well, I have a day of disasters to make sure I avoid so I better let you go. Nice seeing you though. Stay out of trouble.” We both laugh politely, he slips in for one more hug while I muffle my pussy’s indignant potty mouth and he finally walks past, on to his next exchange of a meaningless hug and a vapid smile. A quick glance behind my shoulder to assure myself that nobody is going to interrupt pussy and I, and I walk into the 2-stall ladies room closing the door of the last stall, the large one where nobody can see my feet, and slide the bolt in place behind me. Walking over to the far corner of the wall I feel you come up behind me. Finally baby, we’re all alone. Your warm breath on my hair, you draw it into a ponytail and nibble at my neck. Sucking softly, licking and pulling at the sensitive skin you reach down and lift my skirt. “Hold this” you breathe into my hair and my hand closes over yours, grabbing the slippery material and keeping it above my waist. In my mind, you pull on my hair tilting my head back so you can kiss me while I have my back to you, your hard cock pressing into the cheek of my ass. “Are you ready Kyla? I know your pussy is ready. I could hear her screaming for me all the way through cyberspace.” A low chuckle and we both laugh quietly. Mine is quickly extinguished when your thumb brushes my clit, back and forth. “Your turn, kitten. Let me see how you play for me.” You kneel in front of me and I can virtually see your long legs, clearly visible from beneath the stall door to anyone who walks in. My heart rate rises seeing the hunger in your gaze. I know my clit peeks out slightly istanbul travesti from between my bare, swollen lips. My finger skates around it, usually needing to spread my wetness around but today just playing with the slippery floods of juices that are already dripping from between the pink folds. You unconsciously lick your lips and I lift my high-heeled covered foot to rest delicately on your raised knee, opening up my pussy to your gaze. She flutters prettily for you, happy as can be that she is now getting the attention she craves, the attention she deserves. “Don’t stop baby girl…show me how you touch yourself for me.” The words in my mind are so clear that I peek open the eyes I had closed and see nothing except the white tile floor in between my legs, one raised to the bar along on the wall, resting there while my fingers play. I close my eyes and you’re there again, your patient eyes waiting to see all that I’m willing to show you. My finger plunges into my pussy, finally feeding her and giving her what she wants, to be filled, used. Pushing and pulling my finger in and out she purrs around me and clutches at me, begging me not to stop. You’re staring at my fingers working her over. I know you want to touch but you’re giving me this moment to please you while pleasing myself. It’s your gift to me delivered by the stardust express. In my heart I know that you feel this intensity. I know that you know that I’m touching myself and feeling me touch you as if there are only inches instead of miles in between our souls mate. Faster and faster I work my finger and my greedy pussy keeps demanding more. I give in to her knowing she’s really only trying to help after all and she hugs me tighter. She loves me so much. I hear you encourage us both, “Cum for me baby…cum for me. That’s my darling. God, you’re so wet. Cum baby. Now!” Your voice fills my head until my head space is emptied of everything except you. Lighter and lighter now my brain shrinks with every stroke until I can’t think a thought or hear any sounds except your whispered words to let it all go. Fireworks start fizzling my nerve endings and I gasp loudly in the quiet room, “Ahhhh, oh Scott!” I whisper, my hips working against my plunging fingers. “Oh God baby” I pant quietly, body on tiptoe and so tense, poised on the edge. Only held together by the one logical centimeter of brain listening for the sound of the outside door opening. You lean forward and give my clit one lick and I fly apart at the seams. “Ohhhh fukkkk!” And then it happens, I cum for you now, my pussy drooling in delight as I continue to stroke her happy, purring self. “Ahh.” A shock wave makes me twitch forward. “Ohhh,” I exhale quietly, standing on tiptoe, leaning against the wall for support as I tremble. My pussy and you whisper, “Good girl” and I smile faintly. Forcing my heels to the floor I circle my clit a couple more times, making sure that pussy is totally spent before grabbing some tissues and cleaning up her mess.

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Whoops, Wrong Number

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I frowned at the dressing room mirror. The skirt I was trying on was cute, but I couldn’t tell if it was too short or just short enough. I snapped several photos to send to my friend for her opinion. Unfortunately, I wasn’t really paying attention and accidentally sent them to the last person I was texting, a cute guy I’d met at the gym yesterday.Shit! I frantically sent him another message:“omg wrong number sorry!!!”I tried to suppress a groan of frustration. I liked this guy. He was tall, knew how to flirt without being creepy, and was funny without trying too hard. It felt like we were clicking, but there was no way this didn’t make me look like a stalker. Who sends a shot of their ass to a guy this quickly?I flipped back through the pics I’d sent. Uuuuugh, they weren’t even cute. My face was scrunched up because I wasn’t sure about the skirt and my hair was terrible and ugh fuck fuck fuck. I scowled and dropped my phone in my bag.A moment later, my phone buzzed. I picked it back up, dreading the inevitable dick pic. I was already preparing to block his number and write him off forever.Huh. This was interesting.He’d responded with a matching selfie, snapped in a hallway mirror. There was a road bike leaning against the wall behind him, and he was wearing those goofy shoes that clip onto the pedals. It looked like he’d just come back from a ride. He was sticking istanbul travesti his butt out in a comically exaggerated version of my pose. I had to admit, his ass looked great in bike shorts.I was still grinning a second later when my phone buzzed again as he sent a text:“oops meant to send that to someone else sorry”Ha! All my frustration instantly melted away. So he wanted to play, huh?Quickly I pulled off my top, dropped the skirt to the floor and shimmied my way into a dress I was considering for clubbing. It was black, covered in sequins, and very low cut. I squeezed my arms to press my breasts together and snapped a shot of my cleavage. Then I didn’t like that one, so I changed the angle. After a few more tries I had something I was happy with, and I sent it his way.I waited a beat before sending the followup text:“ack wrong number again sorry sorry”I was changing back into my clothes a few minutes later, after deciding to buy the dress but not the skirt, when my phone buzzed. Eagerly, I pulled up his next message and grinned at the photo he’d sent.He was standing in a bathroom now, taking a photo of his reflection in the mirror. He’d hooked his thumb under the hem of his shirt and tugged it up to reveal his flat stomach. A dark trail of hair started at his navel and disappeared under the waistband of his shorts. I imagined my fingers tracing that istanbul travestileri path.My phone buzzed a moment later. His text mirrored mine:“oh no how does this keep happening”Oh, I liked this boy.I picked up my bag and the club dress and headed to the counter. I finished my shopping and drove home, smiling every time I thought of his messages. I ate dinner and chatted with my roommate, thinking about what to send him.I took the next photo in the bathroom mirror, over my shoulder. I’d just gotten out of the shower and was only wearing a towel. My hair was clipped up, but a few strands hung down my neck. I’d carefully allowed my towel to fall open, exposing my bare back and teasing my ass.After sending the pic, I counted to ten and wrote:“ugh my phone might be broken”I had just finished putting lotion on when he responded. It was worth the wait. He’d put some effort into framing the shot. He was standing in the shower, the curtain open, facing away from me. His hands were scrubbing his hair, and the water was running down his back and cascading over his butt. I appreciated the work involved. He must have set a timer before jumping in the shower.The text came a moment later:“mine too so embarrassing”I sent him a close-up photo of me biting my lower lip.“wish I knew why this was happening”His reply came equally quickly. A matching photo of him travesti istanbul biting his lower lip. I imagined how his stubble would feel against my neck.“I know, so arousing”I raised my eyebrow at this escalation. But before I had a chance to wonder if he didn’t understand the rules of our game as well as I’d thought, he texted again:“sorry that was supposed to say ‘annoying’. ducking autocorrect!”I laughed and decided to make him wait for a bit. It was over an hour before I texted him again.I was laying in bed watching a late-night show. I took the photo looking down my body towards my crossed legs. My toes were painted and looked cute, but I doubt he’d notice that. I’d carefully framed the shot so he could just get a peek of pink underwear below the hem of my cami.“I restarted my phone, but it just keeps doing this”He responded a few minutes later with a similar shot. Instead of watching TV, there was a laptop sitting on the bed next to him. His thighs were slightly spread, and he had a thumb hooked in the waistband of his boxers. The thin fabric did little to disguise the outline of his bulge.Once again I imagined following the trail of hair from his navel downward… I was distracted from this train of thought by his text:“maybe you should let someone look at it”It took me a moment to realize he was still talking about my phone.I smiled, his words giving me the idea for my next photo. I sat up and pulled down one strap of my cami, just far enough to reveal the dark skin of my nipple. I teased it, caressing and gently pulling until a shiver rolled down my spine. I gasped and felt my nipple stiffen under my fingers.

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The Treehouse

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I had watched Misty from afar for as long as he could remember. We grew up next door to one another, but she was everything I wasn’t, cool, popular, and athletic. I sometimes thought I was invisible, I did well in school, but no one but the teachers knew I existed.Misty was a quandary though, she was so popular in school, but I never saw any friends at her house. In fact, I never saw her leave her house once home from school. I had a cool treehouse that overlooked both our back yards, and on weekends I would watch her practice gymnastics or laid out in a bikini to tan.When I turned sixteen,  I received a really nice telescope for my birthday. It was computer-controlled and would project the image onto my laptop screen. One of the windows in the treehouse just happened to face Misty’s bedroom window. Of course, I had to try the telescope out, so I figured what the hell. Maybe I’d catch Misty in her underwear or something.I set the telescope up in the treehouse and pointed it at Misty’s window. Misty had a large picture window, and I could see her desk and her bed as clear as if I was in the room with her. It was just before 7:00 p.m., and at 7:15, she walked to her bed with a towel wrapped around her. She took something out of her desk, dropped the towel, and sat back on the bed.I couldn’t believe my eyes, her legs were istanbul travesti spread, and she was facing me perfectly. The way she was looking out the window, she looked like she was posing for the telescope, and looking straight at it. On the laptop screen, it looked like I was in the same room with her.I watched as she began to run hands over her body, caressing her legs and thighs. Slowly she ran her fingers up and down her legs and outer thighs. After a few minutes, she switched to her inner thighs, but never touched her clean-shaven pussy. Her fingers would just skirt the edge before running back down her legs. The picture was so clear, I could see the lips of her pussy blossom open as she became more aroused.My cock strained against the inside of my jeans, so I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock.  I began stroking as I continued watching Misty run her fingers over her body. Her fingers were running up and down her tight abdomen. I could see she had a six-pack, and her right hand traced circles around her perfect belly button. Her left hand fondled her right breast, the fingers rolled her nipple between them.It was the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed; she looked so close, I could reach out and touch her. And, when she wasn’t closing her eyes and moaning, she seemed to be staring straight travesti istanbul at me. Looking at her pussy, I could see her wetness dripping onto the bed.As she continued fondling her breasts, her right hand moved down to her dripping wet pussy. Her fingers traced the outer edges a moment before she finally ran a finger down the slit. As she slid her finger back up, it made contact with her clit. She shuddered.She reached beside her and picked up a blue cylinder and pressed it between her legs. It was a vibrator, and she ran it up and down her slit slowly. When it reached the top, she would do a few circles around her clit before running it back down the wet slit.I was now stroking my cock vigorously as I watched. Misty seemed to be continually moaning, and the next time she reached the bottom, she pushed the vibrator into her wet hole. As it plunged in and out of her, I matched her speed with my own. After a moment, it felt like my own cock was plunging in and out of her.As I continued to watch the most erotic sight, my orgasm peaked. My jizz sprayed across the floor, and at the same time Misty shuddered as her own orgasm erupted. She shuddered and quaked as she pulled the vibrator out. This left her wet open pussy facing the telescope. It was a sight I would never forget.Misty laid there for a minute istanbul travestileri before she recovered. She finally stood up from the bed and faced the window in all her stunning naked beauty, winked, and blew a kiss.I could feel my face flush red as I looked at her, she smiled and waved. Then walked out of view, and the room went dark.I sat there in stunned silence for a while, trying to figure out what had just happened. How did she know, I wondered. It was too far to see without a telescope.The next day I was lying in the treehouse reading a book when I heard my name.“Brian, you up there?”I looked out, and Misty was standing at the base of the tree.“Oh, hi, Misty,” I replied.“Can I come up, Brian?” Misty asked.Before I even answered, “Sure.” She was climbing the ladder. The telescope was facing out the side window, as I had been practicing with the controls.Misty entered the treehouse and commented she always wanted to see the inside.“Nice telescope Brian,” she said.“Oh, thanks,” I replied.“Did you like the show last night?” Misty asked.I thought for a moment and figured somehow she knew, so why deny it. “Yes,” I answered.  I could feel my face flush again. “But how did you know?” I asked.“Oh, well, I saw you bring the telescope up here yesterday, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out you have three windows silly. One faces your empty back yard, one faces my empty back yard, and one faces my window. Not to sound shallow, but I figured I was the only thing worth looking at.”“I’m sorry Misty, I’ll take the telescope out of here, and I won’t look again,” I responded.

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Ass Of Athena

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She looked at them. She felt it. She felt all their gaze. As the wrestler known as Athena sashayed down the hallway, it’s like she could read thoughts. She was well-liked in the female locker room. She was hard-working. She was smart. She was their women’s champion. However, on the other hand…Sometimes she was looked at like a piece of meat. She had no self-esteem issues. She was in fact, one of their curvier female wrestlers on the roster. She saw signs every week that said “Athena Rules” or “Bow Down to Athena.” But on the other hand, she saw an “Ass of Athena” sign that offended her before her match. It eventually became the name of one of her finishing moves. In the promotion that she’s in, the female roster and tag team division was deep and full of talent and character. So, one day, she said:“Fuck it.”She was going to embrace the sexiness. She was going to embrace her curves. Let the crowd have it. Tease them a bit.One night in Las Vegas, filming SCW, Athena was set to defend her Women’s Championship in a match against…“Hey, boys.”“Hi, Miss Jackie,” They said in unison.“Goddamn, istanbul travesti she’s fine,” They said while watching her sashay away.Miss Jacqueline was the elder stateswoman of the women’s division in SCW. Jacqueline got those comments a lot. For some reason, she drove the opposite sex crazy. She was tomboyish with girly-girl tendencies. As for her self-esteem… She had absolutely no issues with that. Her protege was named Miss Nadia.“I’d fuck her in all her holes…” One male wrestler softly said.Nadia not so subtly stepped on said wrestler’s foot.“I heard that.”She got that a lot also. However, those holes were reserved.As for Athena, she was a very pretty petite Latina who had brown eyes and a curvaceous figure. She did not travel alone.“What’s up, bitches?” Athena said.Meet Becky Diamond and Selena Torres, Athena’s friends and tag team partners. Becky is the wild card. She acts more on emotion. Selena is younger, at the age of nineteen. She is more of a daredevil.“What’s up?” Becky said.“You ready?” Selena asked.“Born ready. They don’t call me the travesti istanbul war goddess for nothing.”“SCW! SCW! SCW!” The crowd chanted raucously.Athena was getting ready for her match backstage quietly when she felt a hand trying to feel on her curves stealthily. She didn’t know who it was. She looked back with an angry glare. Nobody was there. She turned around. It was Gunther, her on-screen boyfriend.“Athena. Hello, my champion. You ready for your match, my darling?” He said.“What do you think?”“I think… You got this. No matter what they say. No matter what happens, my champion.”“Still champ, Gunther. Still,” Athena said with a touch of sass.They shared a short kiss, that broke abruptly.“Oh.”“Oh.”“I apologize,” Gunther said.“It’s okay. I kind of miss him,” Athena said.“I understand.”Gunther and Athena’s relationship was a special one. Friendship, yes. More than friends… Maybe. Only one problem. Athena had a long-distance boyfriend. The two wrestlers’ friendship started with Gunther giving Athena advice on her character. Gunther had a crush on Athena, but istanbul travestileri she will never forget his words…“Embrace it. Embrace that sex appeal of yours.” She started thinking more about it. The rest was history.Later, while the show was on…“Athena, my girl. What up, champ?”“Steve Taylor. What’s up, champ? Great match out there tonight,” Athena said. Steve is one of the tag team champs, The Head Hunters.“You know what I said out there? We are fighting champions, damn it!” Steve said.Steve trained with Athena (and is a not-so-secret admirer to her) Athena and Steve are friends. However, she can tell he looks at her ass every time and it drives him crazy.“Hey, Steve, what we doing after…” Steve’s tag team partner, Paul Strong said. He stopped in his tracks.“Hey, Paul,” Athena said.“Hey.”“I don’t know why he’s three-hundred pounds and have can’t talk to a woman…” Steve whispered. Athena chuckled.“Shut up. If you excuse me, I got an ass to kick,”He started chuckling, while checking every curve on her body.Meanwhile, in the ring…“The Women’s Title is up for grabs next! Athena will defend against Miss Jackie! This might be her biggest test!”The bell rang.“This contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the SCW Women’s Championship! Introducing the challenger, being accompanied by Miss Nadia, from Las Vegas, Nevada, Miss Jackie!”

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Lizzie’s Challenges

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Daniel’s bedroom door blasted open, interrupting him in his work. Daniel looked up to see who was barging into his room. Of course, it was his younger sister. She was pompously standing in the doorframe, confidence beaming in her brown eyes. She brushed her wavy, dirty blonde hair behind her shoulder as she walked up to his desk.

“What are you doing here, Lizzie?” Daniel asked, irritation clear in his voice. He was still in the middle of revising for his upcoming exams.

“Mom and dad just left on their weekend trip,” she proudly announced. She was wearing light clothing during the ongoing heat. Her white tank top was tucked into her denim shorts, showing off a lot of her pearly white skin. She bent over to get right into Daniel’s face, sitting behind his desk. Her neck was already showing a tinge of red, even though it had barely been hot for a day or two.

“So?” Daniel replied curtly. “What about it?” he asked as he turned his chair back to face his textbooks. Daniel had to spit through another three chapters that day, so he was not in the mood for her antics. Of course, he knew their parents had just left the house, so why did she have to come over to state the obvious? ‘Maybe she’s just bored,’ he guessed. She was eighteen, a year younger than him, and had just finished her final exams. She was now just hanging around, waiting for the results. She could most likely go to her first choice university if they were positive.

Lizzie wasn’t daunted at all by Daniel’s dismissive attitude. “I was just thinking,” she mused cheerfully, while she forcefully turned him back around in his chair to face her. “That this would be the perfect time to give you another ‘challenge’, wouldn’t it?”

Daniel’s eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat. He looked straight through the gleeful expression on his sister’s face, aware of the hidden meaning behind her words he had long been oblivious for. He felt a jolt in his crotch, after which he put his hands to try to comfort it. “Does it have to be right now?” he tried, his composure melting away at a rapid rate.

“Oh?” Lizzie replied surprised. “Don’t you even want to try anymore?” she asked him, disappointment in her voice. “So you don’t mind me sending a few pictures to mom right now?” Lizzie backed up to get her phone out of her back pocket, already navigating to her gallery.

“No! No, I mean please don’t do that!” Daniel scrambled to stop her. Lizzie expectantly looked up from her phone, although her thumb kept scrolling through her photos. “I-I just tried to say that I was pretty busy,” Daniel tried to explain. “But if you want to do it right now, that’s also fine.” Sweat was dripping along his back, which was not coming from the heat in his room.

“I hoped you’d agree,” Lizzie said happily as she put her phone back in her pocket. For a brief moment, Daniel thought that he had dodged a bullet, but it seemed like it had still grazed him. “You obviously don’t want them to know what a pervert you are,” Lizzie started. Daniel’s heart sank as the humiliation started coming down on him. “Sneaking pictures of your sister when she’s wearing her cute bikini on the beach,” she continued, running her hands over her naked thighs. “And furiously masturbating to that sight for weeks,” she kept teasing.

As Daniel tried to avoid his sister’s gaze, he noticed someone standing behind his sister. It was a bit dark in the hallway, but he instantly recognized her. It was Maya, one of Lizzie’s friends with whom she often hung out. ‘No…’ Daniel thought to himself. ‘She wouldn’t…’ His sister was practically shouting that her brother jacked off to pictures of her, while her best friend was standing right behind her. Panic welled up in Daniel’s chest. Maya must have heard everything, and Lizzie’s words couldn’t be spun in any other way.

His sister noticed the anxious look in Daniel’s eyes, as his voice was stuck in his throat. She followed his gaze, which was fixated on the girl behind her. “Oh god, you don’t have to worry about Maya, Danny,” she giggled. Daniel looked at her confused. On what earth didn’t he have to worry that not only his sister but now also someone else knew about this?

“Yeah, this is nothing new for me,” Maya said as she walked up to Lizzie, putting her hand on Lizzie’s shoulder. She reached out with her other hand to show Daniel something on her phone. His mouth fell open while she scrolled through her chat with his sister. Not only were there chat messages from months ago indicating that Maya definitely knew what was going on, but there were also pictures. Dozens of them. Of him.

Daniel knew that his sister had been taking pictures of him. It was hard not to notice her pulling out her phone during one of her ‘challenges’. He had just naively assumed that she kept those for herself, probably for even more leverage over him. He had never dreamed that she would directly send them to her best friend. The photos were bad enough, but the accompanying conversations made him look like an even bigger fool.

Seeing that Daniel now believed her, Maya put her phone away. travesti istanbul “I was really curious how Lizzie had trained her big brother,” Maya said. “You saw that she kept me up-to-date pretty well, although maybe a bit too well,” she remarked, giving Lizzie a look. His sister just sheepishly smiled in response. Shaking her head, Maya continued. “Let’s just say that I really wanted to see it for myself. But I have to say that I’m not that impressed yet,” she voiced to Lizzie.

“Well, he’s still Daniel,” his sister laughed at the comment. “He can be a huge blockhead,” she criticized her brother, “but that’s just how I like him.” This surprised Daniel. Maybe this explained her unyielding attitude when he tried to brush her off. “Let me show you how to flip his switch, though,” she moved on.

‘Oh no,’ Daniel thought to himself again. ‘She can’t, not right in front of-‘ His train of thought was stopped when Lizzie put her hands on her chest. She bent down even further, almost pressing them up against his face. She put her fingers under her cute, firm breasts, pressing them against each other.

“Do you wanna get hard for Lizzie?” she asked in a sugary voice. “Is today the day that Danny is going to win my challenge?” As if someone had pulled the emergency brake, all trains of thought had stopped in Daniel’s head. He stared at his sister’s breasts, looking at the outline of her bra, barely showing through her shirt. The only reason he got back to his senses was because of the sharp pain in his crotch. He let out a yelp and put both of his hands on his lap.

“Oops,” Lizzie said, quickly standing back up and pulling her hands from her chest.

“What happened?” Maya asked curiously, as it was now her turn to get up close.

“Ehm, I kinda forgot he was still locked up.”

Maya looked back at her friend with a raised eyebrow. “Don’t you do this, like, all the time?” she asked, perplexed.

“Yeah, but I guess I was nervous or something. You wanted to see Danny so suddenly, so I wasn’t really prepared,” Lizzie tried to explain herself.

“I have been asking for weeks,” Maya poked right through it. “You just wanted to show off, didn’t you?”

“Okay, okay, you’re right. Come on, Danny, let’s get to my room,” Lizzie evaded losing face. Daniel got up from his chair, while Lizzie had already stormed out of the room. He heard Maya giggle. He saw that she found the whole ordeal endlessly amusing. Now that he took a good look at her, he noticed that the few days of sun had already colored her skin olive brown, in shrill contrast to his sister. Maya was wearing her black hair in a ponytail like usual. She was wearing a crop top and airy shorts, presenting more of her skin.

“Aren’t you going after her?” Maya caught him gawking at her. “Or are you too busy?” She turned to face him. She was a few inches taller than his sister, almost matching him in height. She winked at him and mimicked what his sister had done just now. She put her hands under her breasts, hidden behind the tight top she was wearing. She pushed them together just like Lizzie had done. Her fingers dug into her boobs, which were a lot larger than his sister’s. She released her grip, making her tits bounce back to their original position.

Daniel hadn’t seen anything that sexy for months. He had to manually close his jaw, which had hung open from surprise. This made Maya giggle again. “Let’s get to your sister, she’s waiting for us,” she urged Daniel as if nothing happened.

Lizzie was already sitting on her bed when Daniel and Maya entered the room. She tapped the spot next to her. “Come here Danny, let’s get you out of your cage.” Daniel swallowed. He carefully sat next to his sister. Maya got a chair from behind Lizzie’s desk and sat in front of the bed, as a spectator. Lizzie put her hand on Daniel’s thigh, continuing as if no one else was in the room. “Pants off, Danny,” Lizzie commanded.

Daniel obediently followed her instructions. He was pretty used to being naked in front of his sister, but today it was pretty nerve-wracking. The piercing gaze of Maya was almost unbearable. While Lizzie was removing her necklace, Daniel was sweating bullets. He was now in full display in front of his sister’s friend. It wouldn’t have been that bad if he were not wearing this chastity cage.

“Oh my god, you really fit him in there,” Maya gasped when she saw it. “I thought it was pretty big,” she asked his sister. Lizzie was still fiddling around with her necklace. She opened up the small heart that was hanging onto it, unveiling a small key that was hidden inside.

“It was,” Lizzie casually responded. “But after some practice, it fit like a glove,” she proclaimed.

“So it actually shrunk?” Maya reacted in disbelief.

“Mhmm…” Lizzie confirmed. “But he is still as big as ever when he can get hard,” Lizzie said, but this time in Daniel’s direction. By now, he was bright red. Them talking about his package while he was presenting it right in front of them was just too much. And Lizzie was not stopping. “This wouldn’t have been necessary if mister istanbul travestileri hadn’t been disobedient,” she said, reminding him of what he had done. Earlier on, she had caught him masturbating. She had forbidden him from doing that, so this was his punishment. That was when he learned that his sister bore a grudge because that instance had been months ago.

“Is he always wearing that?” Maya kept asking eagerly.

“Yup,” Lizzie said proudly. “Even when he’s sleeping. I can’t be too sure, can I?” she gave Daniel a look, indicating that this was his own fault.

“That’s so hot,” Maya gasped. “Your little sister has you completely under her control, hasn’t she?” she giggled. Daniel didn’t know what to do, so he simply nodded. He couldn’t deny it.

“Good boy,” Lizzie whispered in his ear. Immediately, his breath got ragged. “Let’s get you out of your tiny little cage,” she said sweetly.

His cage was not more than a few centimeters in length. It was see-through, clearly showing how it was straining against its container. Lizzie opened the tiny padlock, which kept the cage together. She carefully removed the cage, freeing his small penis.

“It looks even more pathetic when he’s out of his cage,” Maya remarked. This comment stung in Daniel’s heart. “Can he even get hard anymore?” she asked Lizzie.

“Of course he can,” Lizzie responded encouragingly. Meanwhile, she kept running her fingers along Daniel’s thigh. “He just needs a little help. Look over here, Danny,” she urged him. Daniel’s eyes immediately darted to his sister’s chest, knowing what was about to come.

Lizzie pulled her shirt out of her shorts and up towards her chest. Daniel could now see her slim, white waist. “Are you ready?” Lizzie asked him, grinning. Daniel nodded intensely. He had completely forgotten that someone else was with them in the room by now.

His sister finally revealed her breasts. She was wearing a light-blue bikini top, showing off lots of her cute breasts. They were only a small handful, but Daniel could almost feel how firm they were by merely looking. Lizzie would more often show her breasts to him in her bra, but today was special. She was wearing the same bikini top as in the initial picture which got him in all this mess.

“Get hard for Lizzie, Danny,” his sister told him sweetly. Not a moment later, his unwavering and minuscule penis started rising rapidly. Maya’s eyes widened, not expecting this kind of result. “Go on, you can do it,” Lizzie kept cheering him on. “Get hard for me, Danny. You’re almost there.”

“Good boy, Danny,” Lizzie said with satisfaction. She squeezed her breasts together, so much that Daniel almost thought her nipples would start showing. This marked the end of the ride, as she hid her bikini top under her shirt again. It took Daniel a few breaths to be able to tear his eyes away from her now-hidden breasts.

“Look, I told you he could still get big!” Lizzie proclaimed smugly. She wasn’t lying, as Daniel’s cock was now standing straight upwards, jumping up and down from excitement.

“I have to give it to you,” Maya admitted. “He’s got a pretty nice cock.” She reached out with her hand, but Lizzie caught it.

“Please no touching, Maya. We’re just getting to his challenge.” For the first time, Lizzie looked completely serious.

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry,” Maya hastily retreated. “Just forgot about that for a bit, you don’t have to get angry.”

“I’m not angry,” Lizzie replied with a smile. “I’m just making sure the game stays fair, right Danny?”

“After what you have shown me just now?” Daniel looked at her incredulously.

Lizzie wanted to counter but shut her mouth again. “Alright, you got a point. But I didn’t touch it, though. And you have to admit, you loved looking at my boobs, right?” They both looked at his cock, still rock hard. Nobody could deny he loved his sister’s tits.

“Well, Maya, what kind of challenge do we want to do today?” Lizzie inquired.

Maya had known this question was coming and had already prepared her answer. “Three strokes,” she said without a second thought. “I want him to cum in three strokes,” she said with bated breath. “You said he could, right? I really wanna see that.”

“Ehm, yeah he can, but-” Lizzie carefully answered, but Maya interrupted her.

“Then that will be his challenge for today,” Maya concluded. “He has to cum within three strokes, or he can’t have an orgasm.”

Daniel was getting increasingly worried. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to cum in just three strokes. He knew if he lost the challenge, it would take ages for him to be able to get another shot. “What I was trying to say was that he had an orgasm like a week ago,” Lizzie tried to defend him. “Usually, I keep him waiting for longer if I want to try something like this.” Daniel silently rooted for his sister, hoping Maya would be a bit more lenient.

“So?” Maya asked quizzically. “I’m sure he’ll do just fine.” She wasn’t having any of it and didn’t relax her rules in the slightest. Daniel could only hope his sister would istanbul travesti come up with some rebuttal.

“Fine,” Lizzie sighed. Daniel looked disheartened at his sister. “But he’ll need a bit of help,” she added. She gave her brother a reassuring smile. “Do you mind if I’m the one jerking him off?” she asked Maya.

Daniel was stunned. His sister had barely even touched his cock, let alone given him a handjob. “Whatever, if he cums in three strokes, I’m fine with it,” Maya agreed offhandedly. “Is he ready?” she asked impatiently.

“Almost.” Even though his cock was rock hard, Lizzie didn’t yet start the challenge. She got up from the bed, standing right in front of her big brother. “I think he needs a bit more help before we start.” Lizzie pulled up her shirt completely now, revealing her chest once again. She didn’t stop there, though. She turned around and bent over, her tight butt right in front of Daniel. She slowly pulled down her shorts, swaying her ass all the way. She was now only wearing a bikini. Lizzie ran her fingers underneath the matching bikini bottom, readjusting the fabric and snapping it back in place. She looked back over her shoulder. “Did you miss your little sister’s bikini, Danny?”

“Oh fuck yes,” Daniel could only breathe out. Summer had just started, so he had waited months for her to start wearing her bikini again.

The beaming smile on Lizzie’s lips told him that this was the right reaction. She turned around and walked up to him. She gently pushed him back, until Daniel was sitting against the back of her bed, while she crawled after him. “Spread those legs a bit for me,” she whispered to him. As he did, she went to sit between them, putting her legs on top of his. She rested her feet on either side of him.

With Lizzie’s legs spread like this, only a thin layer of fabric was hiding her pussy from Daniel’s view. “God, you’re so hot,” Daniel murmured. He wasn’t sure if he had ever been this excited.

Lizzie was in turn looking at his cock. Veins were running along the shaft, all the while it was throbbing dangerously. Lizzie smiled at this. “That’s more like it,” she said triumphantly.

Right next to them, Maya flopped down on the bed. Lizzie looked at her annoyed. “What?” Maya asked the siblings. “I couldn’t see anything from up there.”

Lizzie rolled her eyes with a smirk. “Let’s just ignore her,” she whispered in her brother’s ear. He couldn’t help laughing at that.

“I can hear you guys, you know?” Maya commented. “It’s about time you two start.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry,” Lizzie waved her away. His sister focused her attention completely on him now. “You heard Maya,” she said softly. “Are you going to cum in three strokes for me?”

“Yes Lizzie,” Daniel whispered back.

“Are you going to shoot out loads of cum for Lizzie?”

“Yeah…” Daniel breathed.

“Good boy.” His cock jumped firmly at the compliment. “Let’s start.”

Daniel anxiously watched his sister’s hand reach toward his throbbing cock. An electric shock ran through his body the moment her fingers touched his shaft. She had by now wrapped her hand completely around his shaft.

“Make sure to take a good look at my boobies, alright?” Lizzie urged him. Daniel nodded shakingly. He focused his attention on her breasts while feeling her touch his cock for the first time.

Without any more words, Lizzie’s hand started moving upwards along his shaft. Another electric shock hit him the moment her fingers touched the tip. She closed her fingers around the tip, making sure to get every bit of stimulation before she stroked downwards. With one stroke, she had brought him toward the edge.

“One,” Lizzie counted. “Are you going to cum for me?” She whispered in his ear again. Not expecting an answer, her hand started moving up again. When she rubbed along his tip, Daniel started moaning audibly. “Good boy, you’re doing great!” Lizzie cheered him on.

Daniel was now standing on the utmost edge of his impending orgasm. He was so close, but he was still worried. He had just one more stroke to go. Would he make it?

“Two,” Lizzie whispered. “Don’t worry, Danny. We’re going to do it,” she comforted him. She got even closer to his ear. “Cum for me, Danny. Spurty spurt for Lizzie.”

Something in his mind clicked. All his worries faded away, as he felt himself going over the edge just by her words. “I’m cumming, Lizzie!” Daniel moaned.

“Good boy, let it all out for me,” Lizzie grinned. Her hand moved upwards one more time along his shaft. The moment she hit the tip, Daniel’s hips buckled and the first stroke of sperm shot rapidly out of his cock. “Keep going, just like that,” Lizzie encouraged him as her fingers kept enclosing his tip slowly. Load after load kept shooting out of Daniel’s cock, enclosed in his sister’s fingers. Only when she started making her way down his shaft, it started to calm down.

The last drops were dripping down Lizzie’s hand when they heard someone cry out right next to them. The siblings both looked to their left in surprise. They were just in time to see Maya come to a shaking orgasm right next to them. One of her hands was feverishly moving in her shorts, while the other was firmly planted on her breast. She was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, her back arched and her hips lifted off the mattress.

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“Are you almost ready?” Gabby asks her husband as she looks in the mirror fixing her hair.

“I don’t see why I have to go, Gabby.” Mike huffed straightening his tie.

“Because it’s my Boss’s retirement party and the new CEO will be there. I have to make a good impression.”

“That’s another thing, who invites their replacement to their leaving party?”

“It’s very common, Mike. You just don’t realize it because you work in an empty room with only a computer for a companion.”

“As the good Lord intended.” Mike replied.

“Well not everyone can sit in front of a computer and make millions.” Gabby told Mike as she wrapped her arms around her husband. “It’s the passing of the torch. It happens at most firms. You’ve just become an introvert in your old age.” Gabby jested.

There was some truth to Gabby’s introvert joke. Although Mike was a successful and charismatic entrepreneur behind a computer screen. He wasn’t very sociable in person.

When Mike first met Gabby, for him, it was love at first sight, and in his attempt to woo her, he embellished a bit about his past. How he was on the wrestling team at college. Gone and won state and was kind of a ladies man. Even though at that moment he was on anti anxiety pills, and a bag of nerves and extremely intimidated by Gabby’s beauty.

Now in Mike’s mind it wasn’t really a lie. In high school he was state champ for the wrestling team. Even earned himself a scholarship to college. But that’s when the social anxiety began. He walked on to campus a state champion. But it soon became apparent, his new wrestling team was levels above him. Mike had peaked in high school and at college became the team’s whipping boy in a matter of weeks, shattering his confidence and self esteem.

Mike huffed once more pulling on his jacket. He paused and stared at his stunning wife in her little red dress. “Suck it up, it’s only for a few hours.” He told himself. Before telling Gabby. “I’m ready. Let’s go.”

“You look handsome.” Said Gabby as she readjusted Mike’s tie just before they left.

At the party Mike made his way straight to the bar. If he had to be surrounded by people, he’ll be drunk while he is.

A few drinks in and he sees Gabby waving. He waves back to Gabby but she gestures at him to come over. Necking his drink, Mike begins his slow stroll through the crowd to his wife.

“Okay so I’m going to introduce you to my new boss. Be nice, okay? Oh and shake hands please.” Gabby pleads with her husband while Mike begrudgingly nods.

Mike stands awkwardly next to Gabby as she taps her new boss’s shoulder. “Richard?” Her new boss spins round comically. “Allow me to introduce my husband…”

“MAGIC MIKE!” Richard shouts as he throws out his arms and embraces Mike with a hug.

During the hug Mike’s eyes close and he has a flashback to college and sharing a room with Richard “Dick” Johnson. The biggest dick on campus…literally. He was famous for having an eleven inch cock and as thick as a beer can.

“You two know each other?” Gabby asks, bringing Mike back to reality.

“We were college roommates.” Answers Richard as he releases Mike from the hug.

“No way! Oh my God, what a small world.” Giggled Gabby. “Magic Mike, huh?” Gabby playfully shoves Mike. “I’ve never heard that nickname.”

Mike opens his mouth, but no words come out.

“Oh that’s an old Silver Backs secret.” Laughs Richard giving Mike a playful nudge.

“Well since you guys are old friends you must come round for dinner sometime?” Gabby asks Richard.

“I would love to.”

“Wait, didn’t you say there’s a college game Sunday?” Gabby asks Mike.

“Erm…yeah…yeah there is.” Mike stammers.

“How does Sunday work for you, Richard?”

“Sounds great to me.” He replies.

“Brilliant, we’ll have a nice meal and then you two can have a few beers and a proper catch up.”

“Love it.” Answers Richard.

“Okay well I’ll let you get back to meeting everyone and I’ll message you our details and we’ll see you Sunday.”

“Sounds great. See you then.”

Richard hugs Mike once more, gives Gabby a kiss on the cheek and disappears in the crowd.

“You’ve never mentioned an old roommate before. Were you guys close?”

“Erm. Yeah…kinda.” Mike mumbles.

“This is good. This is great. I’m up for a promotion. This, this is going to help. One hundred percent.” Gabby giggled excitedly, as she pulled Mike back to the bar. “So, what’s the magic Mike story?” Gabby asks while they wait to be served.

Mike’s mind drifts back into the past and back to his college days.

●●●

Sharing a room with Dick Johnson was a never ending cocktail of having an inferiority complex and being constantly aroused at the same time. It was one thing to be jealous of Dick’s absolutely massive schlong. But Dick would bang a different girl every night and their moans would ring through the dorm and the screams of their colossal orgasms echoed through the halls.

Mike would lay in bed and jerk, wishing he had been blessed with Dick’s, dick. But instead he just istanbul travesti listened as Dick plowed girl after girl. Night after night. Now this wasn’t a problem during the off season, but when Mike was in training it was unbearable.

Since Mike was struggling with wrestling he was taking tips and advice on how to improve and one of those tips was not to cum for at least two weeks before a match. But seeing as Mike and Dicks room was basically a never ending porn scene it was impossible not to jerk off listening to Dick fucking these women.

Mike had spoken to Dick. Asked him to maybe fuck in the girls room. Dick got upset and explained that, although he was swimming in pussy. It had to be in his room because no girl wanted to be known to have fucked Dick. So they would sneak in after lights out and sneak out in the morning.

Feeling guilty, and a little sad for Dick. Mike instead searched the web for help and found what he thought was the perfect solution. A chastity cage. It would stop him from jerking and cumming to Dick’s conquests and maybe wearing it would piss him off so much he’ll be super aggressive for his next match.

Unfortunately for Mike, holding your own keys isn’t helpful when you’re super horny. Mike found himself listening to Dick reaching for his keys, unlocking himself and cumming in disgust.

After a few weeks of failure, Mike had an idea. He’d mail himself the keys and just leave them at the mailroom until the day of his match to grab them.

The next three weeks were torture for Mike. But he was benching more than he previously did. He felt strong, he felt sharp.

He felt ready and the best part. The night before his match Dick had come home alone. So he was going to get a good night’s sleep to boot.

Mike woke the next day to the sound of moaning. “No fucking way.” He screamed internally.

Turning over he sees Dick sitting at a desk pumping his massive cock with both hands to porn on his laptop.

“DICK, WHAT THE FUCK MAN?”

“Sorry, Bud. I’m fucking desperate. I didn’t get any last night.”

“Couldn’t you put some fucking headphones on or something? Like geez.”

“Nah they broke.”

“Dude aren’t you put off?”

“Nah. With a cock this big, you get used to the watching.”

“Well just hurry the fuck up.”

“Bro I’ve been pumping for almost an hour. It needs a mouth.”

“Well call one of your whores round.”

“It’s after 7am. You know they won’t come round.”

“Oh well, shouldn’t have a monster dong then.”

“You wanna help me out?”

“Huh?”

“I swear a couple of sucks and I’ll nut.” Dick said straight faced while still double hand pumping his meat.

“FUCK OFF! I AIN’T GAY!”

“It ain’t gay. It’s being a bro. Plus cum is like straight protein. Don’t you jocks like that shit?”

“Dude fuck off.”

“Oh come on man. I know you jerk off when I’m fucking chicks. How’s this different.”

“Because it is. I’m not going to suck you off, Dick!”

“Bro please! I’m desperate. Look, help me nut and I promise I’ll…I’ll help you get laid.”

“No you can’t.”

“I can, I can.” Dick pleads still stroking away.

Mike paused for a second and thought. He’s been stroking for so long he probably will cum instantly.

“If I give you a hand, you gotta stop bringing girls around two weeks before a match.”

“What? Oh come on man.”

“That’s my terms.”

“What about every other night?”

“TWO WEEKS!”

“Bro please…. One week?”

Mike took a moment. “One week works.” He thought to himself.

“Okay, fuck it. Deal.”

“Bro, thank you! You’re a legend.” Dick said, releasing his cock and standing in front of Mike. “My arms are fucking dead.”

Sitting up Mike nervously reaches over and begins to jerk off Dick.

“Come on, bro. I’m losing the feeling.”

Mike spits on both hands and starts to pump Dick furiously.

“That’s it bro…that’s it.” Dick moans.

The harder Mike pumps him the closer Dick’s cock gets to his face. Mike found something mesmerizing about stroking Dick’s monster schlong, sort of becoming hypnotic.

Mike notices a large blob of pre-cum start to leak from Dick’s urethra. Staring at the blob grow, Mike feels his own cock begin to strain in its cage.

Mike looks up at Dick’s face and his eyes are closed. Mike, filled with curiosity, leans forward and licks the blob of pre-cum.

“FUCK BROOOOO!” Screams Dick.

A huge strain of cum jets out from Dick’s penis and onto Mike’s face. Then as the second strain begins to erupt Mike leans forward and wraps his lips over Dick’s helmet as the warm salty liquid begins to fill up his mouth.

Dick reaches down and holds Mike’s head as his whole body begins to shake.

“There’s more?” Mike asks himself in disbelief. As he pushes Dick away.

As Dick’s helmet pops out of Mike’s lips, Mike feels cum start to pour out of his mouth instinctively raises his hand to his mouth and inadvertently swallows.

Dick grabs hold of his cock and gives it a few final strokes as several more streams of cum shoot travesti istanbul out and onto Mike’s top.

“Bro…that was…magic. Give me five, Bro. You’re the man, Magic Mike.” Says Dick offering out his hand.

Embarrassed and ashamed Mike high fives him as he wipes his mouth.

●●●

“Hello…Earth to Mike.” Gabby waves her hand in her husband’s face.

“Huh?”

“Where did you go?” Gabby asks.

“I erm…I dunno. Sorry, spaced out.”

“I asked you what the story was behind ‘magic Mike’?”

“Erm, you know. I don’t think I actually remember.” Lies Mike.

In the Uber home. Both Gabby and Mike are a little intoxicated.

“You seem quiet?” Gabby asks.

“Huh? Sorry, I’m just a little drunk.”

“How come you never mentioned Richard?”

“What?” Mike responds confused and immediately begins to fidget in his seat.

“You’ve told me tons about your college days and I swear, never once did you mention having a roommate. I had assumed you had your own room.”

“No, it’s just, well we were only really just roommates, not much else. Nothing really to tell.”

“What, so you guys never hung out outside of your dorm?”

That question brought on another flashback for Mike.

●●●

“Bro? Yo bro you up?” Dick calls out.

“No. I’m asleep.”

“Bro I’m desperate, can you help me out again?”

“What?” Mike responds flipping over in bed to discover Dick standing over him with his giant cock out. “Dude what the hell.”

“I need to nut, help me out.”

“Fuck no.”

“Come on, Bro. You helped me last week.”

“That was a one time thing, Dick!”

“What? No way. Come on. It’s technically your fault I’m this hard anyways.”

“How the fuck is it my fault?”

“I didn’t fuck last night because you want every other night off. I’m backed up. LOOK, ITS FUCKING PULSATING.”

Dick was right. His cock really did look like it was vibrating on a different frequency.

“Just jack yourself off.” Mike scoffed.

“Bro I can never make myself cum, it just becomes like an edging session.”

“Oh for fucks sake, Dick.” Mike responded angrily as he spat on both hands and began to double stroke Dick’s trouser snake.

“Don’t you wanna use your mouth too?” Dick asked.

“NO.”

“Oh come on, you did last week. You even swallowed. Most girls don’t even do that.”

“That was a mistake. It was more of a reflex, it wasn’t intentional.” Mike answered looking away but still double stroking.

“Well can we mistakenly do it again.”

Mike looked back and up at Dick.

“Am I not doing enough already?”

“Bro you are, but a mouth always feels better than just hands. It’s warm…wet…tender…”

Mike noticed the familiar blob of pre-cum start to leak again. He knew Dick was close.

“You’re about to cum anyway.” Mike replied.

“Bro…I…know…” Panted Dick.

Close to the edge Dick steps closer to Mike. This results in Dick’s cock sliding through Mike’s hands and putting a good four inches of Dick’s meat directly into Mike’s mouth.

Caught off guard that his mouth was open, Mike’s head wobbles side to side as his tongue begins to try and push Dick’s cock out.

“YES, BRO!” Roars Dick and both his arms drop down and wrap around Mike’s head and Dick begins to blast into Mike’s mouth.

As the warm salty liquid to spray down Mike’s throat, he stops tugging, Dick mistakes this gesture for a give me more and he begins to throat fuck Mike. Mike’s eyes almost pop from his head and all eleven inches of Dick’s meat slide down his throat.

With Dick’s cock taking up all of his esophagus Mike struggles to breathe as he feels his stomach fill up with Dick’s seed.

What felt like an eternity for Mike later, Dick steps back sliding his now soft cock out of Mike’s throat.

“Bro, you are the fucking Guy. You’re a fucking monster at this. No chick has ever done that.” Dick beams enthusiastically once again offering Mike a high five.

Mike coughing and spluttering instinctively accepts the high five, smacking Dick’s hand.

“Bro I’m famished. Wanna go to the canteen and grab some food?” Dick asks.

“Can’t, I’m trying to make weight.” Mike responds wiping Dick’s leftovers from his mouth.

“Oh right. Plus I guess you did just kinda eat.” Laughs Dick.

“Funny.” Mike replied unamused.

“Bro, sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. It just came out. You’re my Suck Buddy. I appreciate you.”

“Thanks.” Answers Mike unsure how to correctly respond as Dick walks out of their room.

Mike lifts his blanket and pulls his shorts looking at his caged penis. The amount of pre-cum he had peaked was immense. He wanted to believe it was all due to being locked.

“Don’t worry little buddy, two more days and then it’s your turn.” He told his caged penis.

●●●

“Mike?” Nudges Gabby.

“Sorry, I did say I’m drunk. Erm, no, not really. We mainly just hung out in our room.”

“Mike I’m wrecked, I’m gonna go straight to bed.”

“Sure thing.” Mike replied, giving Gabby a good night kiss.

“Don’t istanbul travestileri stay up too late, okay?”

“I won’t. Just checking some messages and I’ll be right up.”

“Okay goodnight.”

With Gabbybout of sight Mike opens up Facebook on his phone and searches for Richard Johnson. Finding Dick’s account he sent him a DM.

Hey Dick good to see you again. About the shit we did in college, let’s just leave that in the past yeah?

Mike waited a few moments to see if Dick was online. Then I went to bed.

In their bedroom Mike found himself incredibly hard and wanting to fuck. He slid into bed and nuzzled up to Gabby.

“You fancy messing around?” Mike pureed into Gabby’s ear.

“Oh Mike.” Gabby moaned. “I’m way too tired.”

“Please, I’ll be quick.” Mike begged.

“No. Look I’m not wearing any panties why don’t you just go down on me and rub one out. You enjoy that.”

Slightly deflated, but still incredibly horny. Mike wiggled under the covers and placed his head between his wife’s legs and began to lick at her cunt while he stroked his cock.

“Mmmm.” Moaned Gabby as she placed her hand on Mike’s head and ruffled his hair with her fingers.

Mike’s tongue laps at Gabby’s pussy while his nose caresses her clit and he pumps away at his cock. Her warm snatch begins to cream on Mike’s face and he feels like he’s close to bursting.

Also sensing her husband is close to climax Gabby calls out. “Not on the bed sheets, they’ve just been cleaned.”

Trying to hold off spurting all over the clean sheets, Mike cups the head of his cock with his left hand and carefully cums in his own palm.

“Thank you, Michael. Now go wash your hands and come back to bed.” Gabby tells Mike as she rolls over and fluffs her pillow.

Without spilling any semen Mike carefully gets up and heads into the bathroom. As he steps through the door and out of Gabby’s sight, Mike does something he has done in almost 20 years. He swallows cum.

Mike turns off the bathroom light and climbs into bed and snuggles Gabby.

“Did you just use mouthwash?”

“Oh, erm yeah. I didn’t want to go to bed with alcohol on my breath.

“Fair enough, good night.”

“Good night.”

The next morning when Mike awakes Gabby is already downstairs and in the kitchen about to leave for work.

“You didn’t wake me?” Mike asks Gabby as he enters the kitchen.

“No, sorry. You were tossing and turning all night, thought you could use a lie in.”

Mike had been tossing and turning. His dreams were being plagued by memories of his and Dicks buddy moments.

“Besides, you don’t exactly have far to go.” Gabby nods towards the shed in the garden also known as Mike’s Office.

“True.” He laughs.

“I’m going to the store after work to buy the groceries for Sunday. Any idea what Richard’s favorite roast is?”

“Gabby, you don’t need to go out of your way just for Dick.”

“Geez I’m not. I’m doing the basics. You’re being kinda catty for no reason.”

“I’m not trying to be, just…I dunno.”

“Mike, listen. You dominated in high school, you excelled at college and then you made a fortune buying stocks. Not everyone is that fortunate. I get you forget, but you’ve had a very privileged life.”

“I’m just saying…”

“Mike you’ve got your success in life. Let me have my own too.”

“Steak. Dick’s favorite food is steak, wings and sliders.”

“Thank you.” She tells Mike kissing his cheek. “Don’t work too hard today. Leave some money for the other guys on wall street.” She jokes before heading to work.

Mike picks up his phone and checks to see if Dick has responded, and he has.

Mikey you were the best roommate a buddy could have. Looking forward to Sunday.

Somewhat relieved by Richard’s message, Mike makes himself a coffee and heads into his shed to work.

Mike’s shed” was actually a state of the art miniature complex. It has indoor plumbing, gas, electricity and 5G broadband.

Mike was usually meticulous working. But today, today he was complacent and unusually aroused. Why had he swallowed his own load last night? He hadn’t done it for years, he thought he had grown out of it. So he decided to take the day off and do something else he hadn’t done in years. Pulling out his phone Mike dials a number.

“Hello Dr Thompson, I’d like to make an appointment please…Today…See you in an hour.”

Sitting in a lavish lounge Mike waits for Dr Thompson. While waiting he recalls his first visit. He had just made his first million and had a severe panic attack.

“Mr Samson. Welcome back, it’s been a while.” Greets Dr Thompson. A mid 30s female petite blonde shrink.

“Yeah, I didn’t think I needed it anymore.”

“Well come in and let’s talk about it.”

Mike walks into the office, Dr Thompson closes the door and takes a seat opposite Mike.

“What would you like to talk about, Mike?”

“Erm, Richard…erm Dick. He’s back in my life, he’s my wife’s new boss. And erm, well it’s um…I’m…doing things again.”

“The consumption?”

“Yeah.”

“How do you feel about Dick being in your life again?”

“I…I don’t know. I…I thought that chapter was closed.”

“This could be a new chapter.”

“I’m not the same person I was. My wife, my wife wouldn’t…”

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My names Emma I’m a Scarlet Trooper Captain, you may have read some of my other tales of the daily struggles myself and my squad of Scarlet Troopers face trying to maintain order. Scarlet Troopers are, just to remind you, highly trained mounted female soldiers we pride ourselves in our appearance and our skintight red lycra catsuits, Black leather belts, riding boots and black cropped jackets distinguish us from the rest of society. We wear our catsuits next to our skin with no underwear it would spoil the look of a beautiful fit young woman’s body encased in second skin lycra. Our bottoms and vaginas are clearly defined by the stretchy material and we have no problem flaunting our bodies in front of our enemies.

We try to keep control in a land dominated by the wealthy women, a group of landowners who show us no respect and actually humiliate us by paying the impoverished village women to steal our uniforms while we are still wearing them! Good money being paid for the uniform of a Captain and a premium paid if the unfortunate girl soldier is forced to cum in her catsuit before it is forcibly removed from her!

As well as the wealthy women we have to contend with the Amazonian Warriors, a fearless tribe of strong powerful women who have no morals and don’t care how they treat us Troopers, we are fair game to them and they delight in humiliating us whenever they can. Recently a squad of thirty Scarlet Troopers were outwitted and defeated by just ten Amazonian’s!

The unwitting group of young girl soldiers were travelling on horseback to another of our fortresses when they rode into an Amazonian trap. The girls were freshly trained recruits ranging in age from 18 up to 21 and were led by two experienced Troopers both in their 30’s one was Captain Sarah the other Captain Amanda, these were two of our finest soldiers but that day they were overpowered with humiliating results.

The squad were halfway along their journey when they stopped at an inn for refreshments, this inn is known to us and we use it regularly so it should have been safe. Unbeknownst to the Troopers was the fact that some Amazonian’s were waiting for them, somehow they had information regarding the squads movements and a trap had been set.

The young Troopers reached the inn, dismounted, tied up their horses and went inside everything seemed normal there were a few local village women eating and drinking sitting around in the filthy rags they call clothes, straight away such a large group of well turned out sexy young Troopers caught the villagers eyes, the villagers looked on in envy as the cat suited soldiers confidently entered the room.

The serving girls ushered the Troopers in and got them comfortable, knowing that Scarlet Troopers are relatively wealthy they could be in for a profitable afternoon. As is normal the serving girls offered drinks to the thirsty Troopers and then offered the young soldiers some more intimate relaxation. All inns offer local girls to passing travellers for sexual pleasure and Scarlet Troopers are good customers, many of the Troopers jumped at the offer but how could they accommodate such a large group? Surely they can’t have a girl for each Trooper? The serving girls said the Troopers would have to go in pairs and have a threesome with one of the local prostitutes, this was no problem for the Troopers who regularly have lesbian orgies back at their fortress.

Twelve Horny young girl soldiers were led upstairs by one of the serving girls and they were separated into six pairs, each pair went into one of the bedrooms where an eager sex worker awaited them! Those twelve poor soldiers were then all subjected to the same treatment as unbeknownst to the horny Troopers the prostitutes were in fact Amazonian’s!

At first all seemed normal the Troopers were stripped out of their uniforms, this is common practice for a naked prostitute to strip the girl soldiers of their jackets, boots, belts and skintight suits, these would be carefully placed out of the way, then the sex worker would begin to pleasure the Troopers. In this case the Amazonian’s had devised a plan so that they all did exactly the same to their young clients, once stripped each girl soldier was lay down on the bed side by side with her comrade, then the prostitute would finger each Trooper getting her wet and relaxed before inserting a 12 inch long dildo into the soldiers vagina, these would then be slid in and out of the Troopers cunts making them scream in ecstasy and bringing them close to orgasm, cruelly the soldiers were never allowed to cum the skilful Amazonian’s knew how far to go and then they would stop, pause for a few seconds and then start again each time the soldier girls were brought close to orgasm but never achieved it, you can imagine how frustrating that became not being allowed to cum drives a girl soldier to distraction.

The twelve Troopers were now begging to be allowed to cum, their comrades downstairs could hear them pleading “please, please let me cum, I wanna cum, I need istanbul travesti to cum!” Well of course at this point none of the Scarlet Troopers were aware that the prostitutes were their sworn enemy the Amazonian’s, the girl soldiers downstairs were laughing and joking with the village women about their comrades upstairs begging to cum. Captain Sarah remarked that she could hear her Captain Amanda’s voice, “Fuck me she sounds so desperate!”

Meanwhile back upstairs things were about to reach a humiliating climax for the Troopers, the six Amazonian’s were each servicing two girl soldiers, all of the Troopers were so horny and so desperate to cum that they hadn’t realised that the crafty Amazonian’s had another of their Warriors going around each room! While the Amazonian was dildo fucking the girl soldiers cunts another of her filthy Amazonian sisters was stuffing rags into the Troopers mouths, each pair of soldiers were quickly overpowered having been completely caught off guard.

The helpless girls were unable to scream out for help and soon they were tied up tightly unable to move, in a cruel twist the dildos were left inside the Troopers vaginas for a couple of minutes during this time the severity of what had happened had started to sink in, the last thing on the girl soldiers minds was sex. Inevitably their vaginas dried out which is what the Amazonian’s were waiting for, the dildos were then forcefully removed from girls sensitive cunts making them wince with pain, if that wasn’t enough each soldier then received a powerful punch to her vagina rendering her useless.

The Scarlet Troopers downstairs did not know anything was wrong with one saying “It sounds like they’re sleeping off their orgasms!” Everyone in the room burst out laughing but the laughing amongst the Troopers soon stopped, suddenly the door from the stairs burst open and the Amazonian’s who had been upstairs overpowering the horny Troopers charged into the room letting out blood curdling screams.

The three serving girls removed their smocks revealing they to were Amazonian’s! So the scene was set ten Amazonian Warriors, six of them naked! Against eighteen Scarlet Troopers, surely it was an easy victory for the young soldiers? No it wasn’t, the Scarlet Troopers all stood up to defend themselves but this was a tactical error, each of the Amazonian’s picked out the younger Troopers and in a well planned attack delivered painful kicks to the inexperienced girl soldiers lycra clad vaginas.

The Amazonian’s were wearing leather boots, the tips of which penetrated the young soldiers cunts, it was a move that the Amazonian’s had used before, they knew the soldiers were naked under their catsuits and knew that the material was stretchy enough to allow some penetration forcing the lycra up inside the Troopers vagina! Even the naked Amazonian’s kicked had enough power to force their victims to collapse in agony. The young soldiers rolled around on the filthy floor helplessly clutching their aching cunts.

The remaining eight Troopers looked terrified two tried to escape but one very strong Amazonian grabbed the pair from behind by their leather belts and smashed the two girls together several times until they too fell to the floor helpless and defeated, once again the two whimpering soldiers received painful vaginal kicks.

The Amazonian’s quickly overpowered the last six Troopers often knocking them to the floor and sitting on the girl soldiers face much to the amusement of the village women who were watching in awe of the strength and ability of the Amazonian Warriors, the poor girls who’s faces were sat on passed out due to the stench of the Amazonian’s cunt, it’s a smell you never forget as I myself have fallen victim to it.

All the Scarlet Troopers were now defeated! Lying helpless on the floor of the inn their victorious enemy standing over them gloating then the Amazonian leader gave the order that no Scarlet Trooper wants to hear, “make the bitches cum in their catsuits then strip them!”

With the help of the village women the Amazonian’s went round each defenceless girl mercilessly rubbing her lycra clad cunt until the poor girl was forced to orgasm, I’ve had it done to me it’s not a pleasant way to cum it hurts and you feel violated and humiliated, when I endured such treatment I had a huge squirting orgasm in fact I was still cumming when my skintight catsuit was pulled from my body my attacker shouting to her Amazonian sisters, “this bitch is pissing herself!” It wasn’t piss it was me cumming hard I still remember the pain as the Amazonian scum kicked me hard in my squirting cunt!

Once forced to cum the degraded girls were tied up by their victors as they had done with their comrades upstairs, each Troopers ankles were bound together as were their wrists then filthy rags were stuffed into the girl soldiers mouths held in place by more rope. Two of the Amazonian’s went upstairs to collect the Troopers uniforms and put them with the others, thirty Scarlet Trooper uniforms istanbul travestileri a huge reward which wealthy women would pay handsomely for especially the cum soaked catsuits.

But sadly for our defeated Troopers the humiliation didn’t stop there, they were all carried out of the inn, thrown into the back of a horse drawn cart and paraded through the village for all the villagers to see, you can imagine the scene, naked young girl soldiers piled on top of each other probably in the most uncomfortable of positions some of the villagers reported hearing the girls sobbing as they were passing and that some girls had another girls arse or cunt in her face, unable to move away from the cum drenched body of her comrade, it was a sorry sight but of course the Amazonian’s and villagers relished in the spectacle.

The Troopers were taken to one of the wealthy women’s residences were she apparently bought all of their uniforms for a huge sum of money, deliberately boasting to the soldier girls that their uniforms were now hers, and then all the Troopers were taken from the cart and laid on their stomachs on the floor, what else could possibly happen to the poor girls?

The wealthy women are known to be sadistic and this particular one is well known to us in fact there is a bounty on her head but more of that later. The depraved bitch went round each girl soldier and delighted in inserting objects into each Troopers anus. You may be wondering what objects? Well it’s simple, what does every Scarlet Trooper have? Her riding crop! Each poor, helpless, humiliated girl had her riding crop inserted deep into her arse hole and it wasn’t a subtle insertion it was swift and brutal! The riding crops are three feet long but only two feet protruded from the girls anus!

Following this the girl soldiers were forced to stand their ankles and wrists were untied but they were not being released so easily, the terrified Troopers were ordered to stand in a line one in front of the other, each girl moving awkwardly due to her riding crop being buried in her anus, then they were ordered to put their hands on the shoulders of the Trooper in front one either side of the head. That’s how the Amazonian’s re tied them, each girl soldier now had the hands of a comrade tied round her throat and that’s how they were forced to march naked and on foot back to their fortress, it took two days of marching before the exhausted girls were found by a rescue party of Scarlet Troopers.

The rescue party were shaken by when they saw what had been done to this squad of young recruits. The girl soldiers were untied and the other Troopers carefully pulled the riding crops out of the poor girls rectums the rescue party included a nurse who went round each naked girl applying soothing cream to the girls raw anus each girl flinched as the nurse massaged the cream into their tight holes.

So the young girl Troopers were rescued and taken back to the fortress all of them recovered from their ordeal and vowed revenge on the Amazonian bitches that had humiliated them so badly that day, however the two Captains, Sarah and Amanda were punished by their Commander for being so stupid. They were taken to the parade ground inside the fortress and were tied naked onto two wooden benches, they were lying on their backs and for two days they were used mercilessly as sex toys for the other Troopers, they had dildos strapped to their waists which the other girl soldiers could come and ride until they orgasmed over the tied Captains bodies, alternatively the Troopers could sit on the Captains faces forcing them to lick their often sweaty cunts until the oversexed girl soldiers came over the shamed soldier, it must have been two very long days and in that time they were given no food or water and if they needed to piss they would have to do it over the bench, once their punishment was complete the Captains were forced to clean the benches down and were demoted back to Troopers, the ultimate humiliation for any proud Scarlet Trooper Captain!

But the story doesn’t end there for me it gets worse, much worse. I mentioned briefly that one of the wealthy women had a bounty on her head, she was responsible for many of the attacks against us, her main goal was to humiliate us by stealing our worn uniforms, there were rumours she had dozens of soldier girls uniforms in her collection, intelligence that we had indicated that some of these uniforms were on display in her mansion, mannequins were dressed in cum stained catsuits as trophies to display to her friends, and more bizarrely she held parties where her wealthy friends could come and try the uniforms on. One of her maids who was serving at one such gathering reported seeing wealthy women parading round the mansion during one party all dressed in our stolen uniforms, the maid said they dressed fully in the catsuits, belts, boots and jackets and the cum stains were clearly visible, to add insult to injury the wealthy women even made each other cum in our stolen suits, they travesti istanbul then bought them from this depraved bitch and wore them home.

It was decided I would lead a small squad of experienced Troopers to go and capture this woman and hopefully retrieve as many of our uniforms as possible. We set off on our horses late one night, it was about a two hour ride to the woman’s mansion, my squad consisted of myself, Trooper Linzi, one of my favourite soldiers, and two other older Troopers so four of us in total the idea was to get in and out as quickly as we could hopefully without being seen.

We were about half a mile from our target and we took a rest to go over our plan, we dismounted to talk tactics, the mansion was guarded by White Warriors young girl soldiers recruited from the local convent and trained by one of the Nuns, they wear white catsuits, black boots and white capes we had had many skirmishes with them and every time we out witted them easily they were young and naïve

This wealthy woman had employed a dozen White Warriors to protect her and her property but we knew only six would be on guard tonight with the other six resting in their quarters, the Warriors quarters were next to the mansion and we knew it wasn’t guarded so we decided to neutralise the girl soldiers in there first.

We rode to within a few metres of the perimeter tied our horses up and proceeded on foot, the Whites were clearly visible, their shining white uniforms glowing in the moonlight, within minutes we had determined where they all were and silently and undetected we scaled the perimeter and we were in!

We made our way to the girl soldiers quarters, a crude wooden hut in a dark damp corner, as the Captain I went in first I slowly opened the door and crept in. The room was in darkness and there was a heady smell of sweaty vagina in the air, I suspected these girls had just had an orgy which could be to our advantage.

The other Troopers followed me in, in the gloom we could just make out the Whites lying naked on their bunks luckily for us they were two to a bed which made our job easier, the four of us leapt onto the startled young soldiers and before they could raise the alarm all six were overpowered, one Scarlet Trooper easily defeating two Whites by cracking their heads together, the dazed girls were then bound and gagged, I’d noticed as we entered their quarters a wooden box I decided to lock them in there, we dragged them outside each girl was kicked hard in her sweaty cunt, I opened the lid of the box it was empty but damp and smelt horrendous, each girl was thrown in forming a very satisfying mass of writhing bodies, the helpless girls were crammed in like sardines! I closed the lid and we put a large rock on top, they weren’t getting out anytime soon after a while the conditions inside would have become unbearable but that wasn’t our problem.

We turned our attention to the White Warriors standing guard around the mansion, easy pickings for us they were spread out and were no match for our surprise attack. The first White was taken down by Trooper Linzi, the Trooper crept up behind her victim grabbed her round the throat and put her hand over her mouth to stop her crying out, one swift vaginal punch and the pathetic girl slumped to the floor in seconds, Trooper Linzi bound and gagged her and dragged her into a very secluded corner of the compound whispering into her ear “night night darling I’m sure someone will find you in a few days but fuck knows how badly you will smell by then, you stink as it is don’t you ever wash your cunt?” With that she kicked the girl in her vagina, her Lycra catsuit offering no protection from Trooper Linzi’s boot.

The remaining Whites didn’t prove a stern test and were soon dispatched in a similar fashion, vaginal punches and kicks disabling them all too easily, one of my other Troopers did have her vagina squeezed hard which is very painful but that just made her more angry and her attacker had to endure the humiliation of her white catsuit being ripped open at the crotch and then my Trooper fist fucking her with not much time for the poor young White Warrior to get even remotely moist between her legs, a dry vagina being fist fucked, not much fun but we didn’t care!

With all six guards bound and gagged we entered the mansion, there was a light coming from the far end of a long hallway, we crept along silently we knew they were no more guards but we didn’t know who else was here, there would be serving maids and maybe some local girls from the village, we could hear voices, laughing and joking it was perfect for us to surprise them grab our target and get out.

I told the other Troopers to stay out of sight I would go ahead alone to see what was going on, I got to the end of the hallway and realised the light was coming from a room off that, I went up to the door, it was open I peered round the corner there was our woman and there were three young schoolgirls with her I knew they were schoolgirls because they were still in their uniforms, short grey skirts, white blouses and white tights, clearly they didn’t have school in the morning it was well passed midnight by now. The wealthy woman was getting very intimate with these girls which meant she was distracted, perfect!

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Librarian Finds Long Overdue Love Ch. 26

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April 2, 1989 and April 6, 1989

Single, middle-aged and bespectacled Angelina Lione may look the part of the prim, proper and sexually repressed, buttoned-up bibliothec, but she’s most definitely NOT your father’s librarian — at least not while in a lover’s company. Blessed with a ravenous and unquenchable sexual appetite, Angelina’s orgasms are so intense that she frequently faints during the throes of passion.

While never mistaken for a perfect 10 with her large brown eyes, tucked behind oversized, Diana Prince-style eyeglass lenses, Angelina still cuts quite the desirable figure, with a fetching face always perfectly and tastefully made up, and a sleek and shapely body. Her short, black hair, speckled with gray, was cut in a chic, wedge/pixie-style, puffed and piled on the top and curled forward around the ears. Angelina’s attractive physical traits, however, always paled in comparison to her overwhelming sex appeal. Using her vast store of feminine wiles, Angelina negotiates about her lovers’ hearts, minds and bodies as deftly as she navigates the Dewey Decimal System, manipulating infatuated men for her monetary and personal gain.

High maintenance and even higher fashion, Angelina always models the latest designer threads — oftentimes accentuated by any one of her dozen pairs of high-heeled dress boots. Her sophisticated look even extends to smoking accessories. The haughty diva wouldn’t dream of smoking a cigarette if it wasn’t filtered through her long, black holder. More of a cigarette holder sucker and stroker than a smoker, Angelina seductively works the black shaft with her mouth, tongue and fingers as if it was a penis proxy; the effect that playing with the long, stiff holder has on would-be lovers is like snake charming. Under the sexy siren’s magic spell, they’re entirely at her mercy; powerless to resist the temptation to pleasure her — as if they really would.

Angelina spent her 20s and 30s as a fully-committed member of the sexual revolution of the 1960s and ’70s — bedding dozens upon dozens of men. Only when she reached age 40 did her love life settle down — for her anyway — when the lusty librarian entered into a long term, nearly exclusive, torrid affair with the principal at her school. After the forbidden relationship unceremoniously ended six years later, Angelina found herself alone at a time when her peers had long since settled down into blissful domestic life. A prolonged romantic dry spell followed, until a former student unexpectedly burst into her life.

Twenty-two year old Tom Bailey had been in lust with Angelina for years, drawn in classic fetish fashion to the sexy librarian’s stylish, high-heeled boots, seductive smoking and even her pretentious and snobbish personality. Over time, his feelings — like his fetishes — for the femme fatale only grew stronger, until he could no longer keep them to himself. The pair had just launched an intense, physical relationship when Harry Seymour, Angelina’s old boss and lover, re-entered her life. Unable to decide between the two romantic suitors, Angelina proposed a date-off — or “fuck-off” — as Tom bitterly described the arrangement.

Now, with her love life once again in full bloom, the amorous woman was in sex heaven — reliving her youth, when men practically lined up around the block to date her. Preying on the men’s sexual addiction to her, Angelina gleefully bounced between their beds for nearly a month, until Tom finally prevailed.

The love triangle finally broken, Angelina and Tom were finally free to embark on a committed, loving relationship. But the couple’s path to long-term romantic harmony was lined with a phalanx of challenges — not the least of which was familial. During their first fortnight together, Tom met Angelina’s family — and had been unnerved by her brutish and overprotective brother-in-law.

It was a couple months into their relationship before Tom worked up the nerve to introduce Angelina to his folks. The encounter set off a tremor that was bound to trigger aftershocks along the fault line of their courtship. The meeting with what turned out to be an old work adversary so unnerved Tom’s mother, in fact, that she subsequently resumed a long dormant smoking habit.

That introduction went poorly enough, but how would Tom’s college friends react to seeing him with a much older woman? What would be their impression of her? What would he see in her? Sure Angelina was attractive enough — but she was an attractive older woman. Why would young Tom be interested in a 50 year old, when there were plenty of lovely ladies his own age available? And when they got a whiff of her pompous and bitchy personality, they’d really question what was in this relationship for Tom, and the age difference would be even more pronounced. The very real possibility existed that they’d disapprove of this affair, judging Tom a weirdo and mere boy toy to Angelina’s dirty old woman.

Private by nature — and especially embarrassed to confide in anyone about his smoking and boot fetishes — how could Tom possibly explain to them that istanbul travesti Angelina embodied all that he found physically alluring in a woman? How every time he saw the bitchy diva smoking from a cigarette holder or strutting about in a pair of delicious, high-heeled, knee-high leather boots it made his dick dance and pulsate with delight. Or that when he and this MILF-before-the-term-was-coined made love it brought him to heights of pleasure he never dreamed possible.

For a year, the pair engaged in an intense physical relationship, characterized by daily bouts of uninhibited, care-free sex and yet somehow devoid — at least in Tom’s viewpoint — of satisfactory emotional intimacy.

Finally after a year of “dating,” the two professed their love for each other and subsequently became engaged to be married. Still, their future seemed as romantically dysfunctional and clouded as their present. In part due to questions surrounding whether or not Angelina was capable of curbing her sexual enthusiasm.

For even while dating her confessed greatest lover, Harry Seymour, Angelina engaged in several dalliances with other men. Would the mere presence of an engagement ring on her finger be enough to stop a lifetime of promiscuity. Certainly if she were to sustain a long and healthy marriage, such party-girl misbehavior would not be permissible. At long last, can this cougar finally change her stripes and commit to a monogamous relationship with someone, ideally, her fiancé, Tom?

Angelina Lione pressed the doorbell at the stoop of her sister and next-door neighbor, Elaine’s house.

“I’ll get it,” her niece Lisa said, setting down her magazine in the living room and calling out to her mother, who was busy in the kitchen preparing the family’s big traditional Sunday dinner.

The doorbell rang a second time.

“Hold your horses,” Lisa said, walking to the door. “I’m coming. I’m coming…”

Swinging open the door, Lisa saw her aunt, standing impatiently on the well-worn welcome mat in her cream-colored, high-healed, knee-high boots.

“Hey, Aunt Ang,” she said in surprise. “You’re early. Dinner’s not for another hour.”

“Ugh…don’t even mention food,” she said, storming into the house and past Lisa before taking a seat on the tacky, plastic-covered sofa. “Lisa darrhhling, I’m glad you’re here. I’ve GOT to talk with you.”

“What’s wrong?” her concerned niece asked, shocked at her aunt’s disheveled appearance. “You look stressed out, like you haven’t slept in a week.”

Normally, a fashion plate, who wouldn’t dream of going out in public without looking her best, Angelina’s short, pixie hairstyle looked like it was shaped with a blender and the tail of her black turtleneck sweater hung sloppily out of her tan pants.

“Can you fix me a drink please, darrhhling?” Angelina asked, crossing left boot over right, as she pulled a long black cigarette holder out of her trim handbag.

“Yeah, sure,” Lisa said, rising from the sofa and walking to the drink cart on the other side of the room. “Whadda ya want?”

“Anything, anything. Just give me a lot of it — and quickly.”

Lisa splashed four fingers of bourbon into a glass and returned to the sofa. Angelina took the tumbler and proceeded to knock back half of its contents in one swig — an unusual move for a woman who rarely drank. Setting the drink down on a coaster on the coffee table in front of her, she placed the mouthpiece of her holder between her lips and fired up her silver cigarette lighter.

“Ummm…Aunt Ang, what are you doing?” her niece asked, seeing that the agitated woman had absentmindedly forgot to insert a cigarette into the holder and was attempting to light the holder itself.

“Oh, good God,” Angelina said, dropping her head and shaking it in frustration. “Will you look at me. I’m so panicked I can’t even smoke a cigarette.”

“Give it to me.”

Lisa calmly took the holder from between her aunt’s fingers.

“You don’t have any cigarettes left,” she said, showing the empty silver cigarette case to her aunt.

“Yes, I do,” Angelina replied. “I bought a pack on the way over; didn’t have time to add them. It’s in there somewhere.”

“Ah…here it is. Misty 120s?! Since when did you start smoking them?”

“What? I was so distracted I didn’t even notice.”

Lisa removed a long thin — but considerably wider — cigarette than Angelina’s preferred Virginia Slims brand, screwed it into the long black holder, inserted the mouthpiece between her lips and lit it.

“Here you go,” Lisa said, before exhaling a funnel of smoke overhead, handing the cigarette holder back to her jittery aunt, then placing a reassuring hand on the woman’s knee. “I know what you’re going through. I was a nervous wreck before my wedding, too. Just relax. You’ll be fine.”

“I’ve been at church all day,” Angelina said, before taking a pull from her holder and blowing out without inhaling. “Can we talk privately? Where is everybody?”

“I think so. Richie’s running an errand for mom, grandma’s resting in her room, dad’s travesti istanbul taking a nap — I think he’s hung over from the bachelor party — and mom’s cooking dinner.”

“What about Anthony?”

“He went to the pharmacy; said he feels a cold sore coming on.”

“A cold sore?! Ohhhh…ohhh….ohhh,” Angelina cried, horror-filled eyes folding up into her head, as she collapsed backwards onto the sofa, from fear that she may have contracted herpes from mistakenly making out with her nephew the night before.

“Aunt Ang? Aunt Ang!”

Lisa took Angelina’s hand and clapped it frantically in a desperate attempt to revive her.

Seconds later, Tony walked into the house.

“Hey. What’s going on?” he asked, seeing his sister hovering over his fainted aunt.

“I don’t know,” said a dumbfounded and worried Lisa, the resuscitation effort having no effect whatsoever on her aunt. “She came into the house all upset, gulped a big drink of bourbon, we were talking and then she just passed out. Looks like a bad case of pre-wedding jitters.”

“What should we do with her?”

“I think she needs to rest. Can you take her into your room and put her to bed?”

Tony bent over his unconscious aunt and picked her up off the sofa, curling her right hand that was holding her cigarette holder around his neck, his right arm under her booted legs and the left up near her underarm, the long fingers of his large hand innocently but unavoidably touching the outside of her left breast.

Three-quarters of the way down the hallway, the fainted woman began to stir in his arms.

“Anthony?” the confused and groggy woman asked, eyes flickering open, as she tried to make sense of why she awoke to find her nephew holding her in a bridal carry. “What happened? What are you doing?”

Anthony stopped in his tracks.

“I’m taking you to my bedroom, Aunt Ang,” he answered, matter of factly.

“Your bedroom?!”

“Yeah. My bedroom.”

Angelina again flashed back to the disturbing details of the previous night when — dressed in disguise as a stripper — she unknowningly seduced Tony rather than her fiancé, Tom Bailey. In her addle-brained state, Angelina could only assume that her nephew was taking her into his bedroom to once again make love to her. The uncertainty that had been troubling her for the past 18 hours was apparently true and the shock of this unreal situation was more than the emotionally fragile beauty could bear.

“Again?! Uhhh…uhhh…ohhhhh,” Angelina responded, her head snapping back at the neck and mouth agape as she once again slipped into unconsciousness.

“What’d I say?” Tony asked, turning to his sister in bewilderment. “‘Again?!’ What’s she talking about?”

“I don’t know,” Lisa said, shaking her head. “Lets just…just let her rest for a bit.”

Anthony resumed carrying his aunt to his bedroom, his sister following. After laying the fainted woman down on the bed and arranging the pillows to make her comfortable, brother and sister left the room. Returning some 15 minutes later, Lisa found Angelina still passed out. This time, however, she stayed in the room, wanting to be present and available when her aunt revived.

“Lisa?” asked Angelina, brown eyes opening, as they slowly focused on the young woman sitting in a chair pulled up close to the bed.

“Yes, Aunt Ang,” her doting niece said, moving off the chair to sit on the edge of the bed next to her prone aunt. “I’m here.”

“How long was I out for?”

“Maybe 20 minutes. Do you feel better now?”

“I think I felt better when I was under.”

“Here, drink this.”

Lisa handed her aunt a glass of water. Angelina sat up in bed, took the glass and sipped from it.

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you so upset,” Lisa said. “You came into the house all flustered. Knocked back a drink, fainted and then Tony brought you in here to lie down.”

“Anthony and I weren’t alone, were we?” Angelina asked in a panic.

“No. Why?”

“Oh, Lisa darrhhling, I’m in trouble. BIG trouble.”

“You didn’t go into the city last night and cheat on Tom with that guy you met at the club last weekend, did you?”

“No.”

“Oh, thank God. You had me worried there for a…”

“I think cheated on Thomas with Anthony last night.”

“You did WHAT?!” Are you drunk or something?”

“Shush. Keep your voice down. Let me explain.”

Angelina took another drink of water, set the glass on the nightstand, took a deep breath and proceeded to fill her niece in on the sordid details from her drop-in appearance at Tom’s bachelor party the night before.

“Oh, my God, I need a cigarette,” Lisa said a couple minutes later after her aunt finished telling the wild story.

Hastily grabbing Angelina’s cigarette holder that had been placed on the edge of the nightstand when the fainted librarian was brought into the bedroom, Lisa re-lit the dead Misty 120 from a lighter in her aunt’s purse.

“That’s better,” the distressed young woman said, after exhaling a relaxing cone of smoke off her right shoulder. istanbul travestileri “Okay, now, lets back up for a second and break this down. You passed out when you realized you were making out with Tony and when you woke up you were both naked from the waist down.”

“Right, but that’s how we started,” Angelina said, taking the holder from her niece and wrapping her lips around the mouthpiece.

“Okay, good. So, nothing changed after you fainted.”

“Well, we were dressed — or undressed — the same before I fainted, if that’s what you mean.”

“Yes. But as far as you know, he didn’t make love to you.”

“He may have. I mean…that’s what foreplay leads to, so I have to assume…”

“But when you woke up, how did your vagina feel?”

“I don’t really remember. I just wanted to get the hell outta there.”

“Think, Aunt Ang. Think. This is important.”

“I don’t know, I don’t know. It was so many hours later.”

The agitated Angelina took another pull on her holder.

“The first thing I did when I got home was take a shower,” she continued through talking exhale bursts. “I wanted to wash any cum off me.”

“Okay…and how did your pussy feel then?”

“It was sticky.”

“But that may from your orgasm not because of Tony’s ejaculation.”

“Could be. Oh, this is useless. We’ll never be able to figure out if I fucked my own nephew. I can’t believe I’m saying this. What kind of a woman am I?”

“A woman who made an honest mistake. It’s not like you KNEW you were seducing Tony. Hey, wait. Maybe this isn’t as bad as you think. He was drunk, right?”

“VERY drunk. But what does that have to do with anything?”

“Think about it. He may have been too drunk to…you know…finish.”

“Hey, you’re right. I just wish there was a way we could know for sure if we made love or not.”

“Maybe there is. Richie and Tony are pretty close. If something went on, I bet Tony would tell Richie.”

“But that means you have to tell Richie. This is embarrassing enough. I don’t want anyone else to know.”

“I think we have to include him if we’re going to find out more information. Don’t worry. You can trust Richie. He won’t let anything slip. I’ll tell him to probe for as much info as he can from Tony.”

“Please don’t say ‘probe.'”

“Sorry. So, you’re okay with this plan?”

“I guess. In the meantime, I don’t feel like eating with the family tonight. I don’t have any appetite. I’d rather go home.”

“I don’t blame you. No one other than Tony knows you’re here. Why don’t you slip out the front and I’ll tell mom you’re not feeling well. I’ll call you as soon as Richie talks to Tony.”

Angelina rose from the bed and Lisa led her out of the bedroom, meeting up in the living room with the older woman’s suspected latest sexual conquest.

“Good to see you on your feet, Aunt Ang,” Tony greeted them. “Feeling better?”

“Not particularly,” Angelina said, hesitating when her nephew leaned in to give her a hug and a kiss. “I’m still pretty tired, so I think I’ll skip dinner and go home and get some rest.”

“Want me to walk you home?”

“NO!” I mean, no thank you. I can manage by myself.”

“I’m kinda tired myself. That was a wild bachelor party we had for Tom last night. Best night of my life!”

The seemingly innocent remark triggered another panic reaction, as Angelina’s eyes crossed and she pitched forward into her nephew’s arms in yet another faint, coming to rest with her open mouth on his groin.

######

“Angelina Lione,” the librarian said, answering the telephone in her office at the Riverdale Middle School late in the afternoon of April 6, just two days before her scheduled wedding to ex-student Tom Bailey.

“Hi, Aunt Ang, it’s Lisa,” said her niece on the other end of the line.

“Lisa, it’s about time. I’ve been waiting four days for you to get back to me. Did Richie finally talk to Anthony?”

“Yes. Sorry, it took Richie this long to get Tony to call him back. But I got the full report.”

“And…don’t keep me waiting any more.”

“Well, Richie learned more than he probably wanted to know about the anatomy of his aunt by marriage. And it’s more than I wanted to know about my brother’s body.”

“Oh, no.”

Angelina’s face turned pale.

“Yeah, well, Richie didn’t spare any details,” Lisa continued. “If you must know.”

“Good God,” Angelina said in exasperation, as she reached into her top desk drawer for a bottle of aspirin.

“Tony said he remembers going to bed, passing out and being awakened by a woman he figured was the stripper, who was massaging his cock. That, obviously got him very horny. He remembers hearing the stripper telling him to fuck her. So, he started making out with her, as he rubbed her/your pussy. And..”

“Go on.”

“And that’s it. Tony said he doesn’t recall anything else. The next thing he remembers is waking up the next morning alone. The stipper was gone.”

“Oh, great. So, we’re back to where we were at the start.”

“Not necessarily. Think about it. He remembers everything else — in excruciating detail — but nothing about making love to you. I think that’s a great sign that nothing happened. My guess is shortly after you fainted he passed out, too. We may never know for sure, but I really think you lucked out, Aunt Ang.”

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