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The next day I went to the hardware store and bought a new door knob and a few odds and ends. When I got home, I pretended to work on the door for a while after dinner, but then gave up after a half an hour. “I think I got the wrong parts,” I explained to mother and daughter. Marie didn’t care much one way or the other, but Krissy just smirked. It was the first time she had given any sign of what had been happening at night.

When Marie started worshiping Daddy cock a little while later, I didn’t bother trying to close the door. Instead, I let it drift wide open. And sure enough, a few minutes later Krissy came out with her folding chair.

No popcorn this time. Krissy was dressed in more normal bed clothes: loose little shorts and a comfortable top. If it wasn’t clear from the start that she wasn’t wearing a bra, it became obvious within a minute or two. While Marie focused on my cock and whispered Daddy endearments, Krissy reached up under her blouse and started playing with her big tits. “Are you a tit man?” she mouthed to me silently. She quickly lifted up the blouse giving me a flash of tits that lasted only a fraction of a second.

In response I thrust harder into her mother’s mouth. “I love your tits,” I said, reaching down to fondle her mother’s fantastic rack. “Love my baby girl’s big tits.”

Marie took her mouth off my cock briefly, giggled and said, “Thank you, Daddy. They’re just for you. Only you.” Then she went back to kissing the length of my cock. Krissy blew me a kiss.

While Marie sucked my cock, Krissy got more active. With the rock music still blaring from her bedroom down the hall, Krissy caressed her big tits every way she could think of. Sometimes she played with her tits through the fabric of her t-shirt, other times she reached under the shirt and played with them under the cloth. Either way, all I could think of was how huge they were on her slim frame and how much I wanted it to be my hands instead of hers mauling her big tits and jiggling them in my hands. Marie gasped and shivered at my feet, experiencing another suck orgasm, and I pulled her head downward on my pole in encouragement.

Finally, at the end of one song, Krissy pulled up her shirt and bared her large breasts. She hefted both of them in her hands and shook her big tits at me as if she was offering them to me. Her mouth was open like she was laughing silently, but at the same time I could see that a big part of the sexual charge for her was that she knew she was only teasing me. The huge tits, the wide sexy grin — you can look but don’t touch, they aren’t for you, she was saying with her eyes. Or were they?

I shut my eyes and shot a load of cream down her mother’s eager mouth. When I opened them again, Krissy was gone.

The next morning Marie outdid herself: fruit salad with mangoes and papayas alongside scrambled eggs. “We need to keep Daddy in tip top condition, don’t we sweetie?” she said to Krissy as she put the plate in front of me.

Sex that morning had been fantastic, breathtaking. Marie and I fucked so hard that I was actually afraid I would die of pleasure from her bouncing relentlessly on my cock for a half an hour. When I came, I actually saw stars. After Marie jumped off me without so much as a peck on the cheek and ran into the kitchen to start breakfast, I swore to check the internet to see how often people died of heart attacks during sex. I felt my pulse, which was finally starting to go down after a fucking session so intense it seemed it could only end in orgasmic death. I might be a candidate for the emergency ward.

That night Krissy upped the ante again. She appeared in the doorway only a few moments after her mother settled in for her nightly cum feeding.

No chair this time. She had turned up the volume on the music in her bedroom and left the door open, so the sound of long guitar solos reverberated through the hallway. Dressed in a tight t-shirt and panties, Krissy began to dance.

Marie was in the zone, rubbing my cock all over her big tits and her neck and face, giving my cock little Eskimo kisses with her nose and basking in the smell of my manhood. “Daddy,” she whined, like a little girl asking for a toy, “Will you paint your little girl’s mouth tonight? Will you please fill my mouth with Daddy cock? Please, Daddy?” Then without warning she plunged her mouth down all the way to the root, deepthroating me and fucking her face with my cock.

Krissy went wide-eyed at her mother’s cocksucking skills, but didn’t miss a beat. Every time a big guitar riff came on, Krissy played air guitar. Her left arm rose in the air at an angle, while her right arm went down towards her panties, wiggling like she was picking the strings frantically. Her hips thrust forward and her big tits, unrestrained by any bra, bounced under her t-shirt. Marie continued to deepthroat me, all the way to my pubic hair, then back up to the very tip of my head, then again all the way down, over and over, barely Beylikdüzü escort catching her breath each time as she bobbed her head up and down in time with the music. “I love you, babygirl,” I gasped, gripping Marie’s hair while looking Krissy in the eye.

When I finally came, it happened on the upswing of one of Marie’s deepthroat plunges, with the result that I sprayed her face with cum. Marie just giggled and started scooping the sperm with her fingers, sliding it into her mouth. “Daddy made a mess!” she giggled. I looked over to the doorway and Krissy was gone again.

The next day I skipped lunch and instead took a long walk during my lunch hour. Sexy as this was, I told myself, it had to stop. The fact was, I loved Marie with all my heart. Mindblowing sex and mouth-watering body aside, I enjoyed her company, her intelligence, her wit, her loyalty. Even if she weren’t my wife, I’d still want her for my best friend. Was I so stupid that I was willing to endanger that for the sake of her (equally sexy) daughter?

Besides, I had the strong sense that as sexy as Krissy was acting, it was only that: an act. It wasn’t that I believed Krissy was a naive virgin who didn’t realize the effect she had on men and on me in particular. No, she clearly knew exactly what she was doing. But I couldn’t believe that she would ever go behind her mother’s back and actually have sex with her mom’s husband. That sort of thing may happen in porno flicks, but beneath that extraordinarily fuckable little body, Krissy was a real person who really loved her mother. There was something in her eyes and in that ironic smirk that made me sure Krissy would push away any physical advances from me, even if she had encouraged them in the first place. And then my marriage would go down the drain. Yeah, she was sexy as hell, but I would have to be a disloyal fool to act on Krissy’s sexy come-ons.

That night I asked Marie to clear the table by herself so that I could have a talk with Krissy about her schoolwork. Actually, Krissy was doing fine with school, but it was the best excuse I could think of to get her alone.

“So what did you want to talk about, Danny?” she asked.

“This has got to stop, Krissy,” I began.

“What?”

“Cut the crap. You know what. The hallway. The popcorn. The air guitar.”

She giggled. It sounded just like her mother right after an orgasm. My dick pulsed in my pants. “You don’t like air guitar — Daddy?”

“I like air guitar just fine — when Bill and Ted do it in the movies. In the hallway while I’m having sex with your mother, not so much. And I’m not your Daddy, I’m your stepdad. Why don’t you just call me Danny like you always have?”

“You like it when Mom calls you Daddy.”

My cock started to get hard. I shut my eyes to blot out the look of Krissy’s blonde hair and the red lipstick on her blowjob lips and tried to will my penis into softness, but without much success. “That’s . . . well, that’s different. And I’m sure I don’t have to explain to you the difference.”

“No, why don’t you explain it to me?”

“Okay, Krissy, your mother enjoys certain . . . roleplaying fantasies . . . sometimes when we’re winding down at night. It’s not that strange, and it’s none of your business, and it’s beside the point. The point is that I love your mother and you love your mother and neither of us wants to do anything that would ever hurt her. So please. Just cut it out, huh?”

Krissy smirked, suppressing an outright laugh. I got up to leave, hoping that when I stood up my hard-on wouldn’t look awkward. I wished that I had an opportunity to rearrange my pants, but that would be so obvious it would probably make things worse.

“I hope I’ve got my message across,” I said as I stood up.

Krissy gave that lopsided smile of hers as she looked at my cock bulging out obscenely from my pants, then looked up again at my face. I began to blush as she looked back again at my cock, poking out straight toward her. “Oh, yeah, I got the message all right. See you around — Daddy.”

I beat a hasty retreat. That didn’t go well.

That night we listened to more guitar-heavy rock. While Marie kissed the underside of my cock and gave me the handjob of my life, corkscrewing both hands up and down my pole, Krissy silently stood right in the doorway to our bedroom. She lifted both her arms a little above her head, braced her hands against either side of the door frame and began undulating to the music. “Daddy Daddy,” Marie moaned. “Feed me your cock. Fuck my face, Daddy.”

The music beat became more insistent. Krissy’s hip gyrations evolved into pelvic thrusts. Her little panty rode up into her pussy, making it almost like a thong. Her big tits bounced wildly under her blouse. Her eyes locked on mine while she laughed silently. “Daddy,” she mouthed, mimicking her mother. “Fuck my face, Daddy.”

I thrust deeper into Marie’s mouth while I looked into Krissy’s beautiful face. “Good girls Beylikdüzü escort suck their Daddy’s cock,” I instructed them.

Another guitar solo came up and Krissy took her hands off the door frame. While her mother’s head plunged up and down on my cock, Krissy’s left arm rose in the air playing the chords on an imaginary guitar neck. Her right hand went straight into her panties and began diddling her clit as if it were a guitar playing the sexiest song on earth. She thrust her crotch at me over and over while her mother blew me in time with the beat. Krissy’s huge boobs bounced up and down while the drums kicked in, setting a tempo for mother and daughter.

I shot my first load of the night into Marie’s mouth just as the song reached its peak. Marie shivered in another cum climax while she swallowed me. “Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered. “You take such good care of me.” As if they had rehearsed it beforehand, mother and daughter both licked their lips at the same time. Even as it softened, my cock gave another lurch and spit out another load of cum for Marie to clean up with her tongue.

The next day was a federal holiday, one of those miscellaneous “celebrations” like Presidents Day or Martin Luther King Day or Veterans Day when you’re supposed to think deep patriotic thoughts but in reality you’re just thankful for a day off of work. Marie used the day off to paint an old bookcase that she’d bought at a garage sale, so instead of the usual skirt and blouse that she wore to the office, she dressed in ratty old jeans and an oil-stained t-shirt that she saved for tasks like this. To keep the paint out of her hair, she tied it up in two pigtails and topped it with an old baseball cap advertising a tire shop that had gone out of business five years ago. For my part, I dragged the ladder out of the garage and spent the day cleaning gutters and trimming dead tree limbs, then hauling the trash out to the organic recycling center on the edge of town. Krissy’s reward for getting an A on her math exam was a free shopping trip to one of those stores on the mall that specializes in selling stylish but overpriced and cheaply made clothing to teenagers.

By the end of the day, Marie and I were beat but the chores were done. Krissy came in the door loaded down with shopping bags. The first words out of her mouth when her mother looked at the swag was to protest, “I swear — I didn’t spend a penny more than the limit!”

In the course of doing all these chores I never got around to fixing the door. Somehow other things seemed more important at the time — after all, we don’t want a dead tree limb to break off in a storm and hit the windows, do we? And if the gutters fill up with dead leaves, well, there’s no telling what would happen.

I’m not blind to my own motivations. Every time I finished one task and went to another without taking a half hour to fix the damn door I knew that I was passing up an opportunity to put a stop to this whole sexy but ultimately self-destructive progression. No good could possibly come from Krissy’s increasingly erotic gyrations behind Marie’s back, and I knew that it could only end in some kind of disaster that would probably involve divorce from a woman whom I loved more than anyone else in the world. But the truth is that even thinking about the image of curvy little Krissy in the hallway, playing with her big tits and licking her lips, gave me a hardon that would not go away. I could not muster the strength of will to repair the fucking door.

After she was done with the bookcase, Marie washed up and changed her clothes to something cleaner and started on a dinner of fried chicken and mashed potatoes. Along with being an insatiable dynamo in the sack, Marie was also a great cook, and even a simple dish like fried chicken and potatoes was fantastic when she was in charge of the stove. The only vestige of her painting activity from before was that she kept the pigtails when she cooked and ate dinner. “It’s so much easier this way when you’re working, either outside or in the kitchen,” she explained. She twirled one of the pigtails in her finger and gave me a sexy look across the dinner table that I’m sure Krissy must have seen. “What do you think, Danny?”

It wasn’t a school night, so Krissy didn’t have homework, but she spent the evening in her room anyway listening to music and catching up on Facebook. Every once in a while I could hear thumping from her room, presumably from her dancing by herself in the privacy of her room — something she had done ever since I’d first met her mother four years ago. Marie said it was Krissy’s way of letting off steam, but now I was wondering if it was evolving into her way of getting steamed up.

Later that night, Marie and I settled into our nightly routine: her at my feet rubbing my pole all over her face and whispering how much she loved her Daddy’s cock. “It’s so big, Daddy!” she gushed. “Is it all for me?”

In response, I gently guided her mouth Escort Beylikdüzü along the length of my dick. “Of course, sweetheart. Good girls get their reward. Now show me how you can suck me.”

After several minutes, Krissy had not appeared, and I began to hope/dread that her game was finally over, that she would stop taunting me with her fuckable body. But just at the point when I began to relax by taking Marie’s pigtails in both hands like handlebars to guide her head on my cock, Krissy appeared.

Now I saw the results of her shopping trip. Krissy had spent her reward for good grades on a plain white blouse that seemed several sizes too small for her big bust. The buttons in front strained to hold in her big tits, leaving gaps between the cloth where I could see through to her braless cleavage. The blouse had been cut away at the bottom, baring not only her midriff but also leaving a gap under her breasts where her big tits jutted out. And barely covering her ass and almost none of her legs was a tiny green plaid pleated schoolgirl-style uniform skirt, though the only schoolgirl who would wear such a thing would have to be moonlighting as a porn star. She had tied her blonde hair back in pigtails to match her mother’s. Krissy lifted her index finger to her mouth and began licking it in a wanton display of pseudo-innocence that was designed to inflame me. It worked.

I lurched forward into her mother’s mouth in a combination of surprise and lust. I pulled again on Marie’s pigtails, bringing her deeper onto my pole. Marie gagged slightly, but then relaxed her throat and allowed me to control her mouth with her pigtails. “Show me how you love your Daddy!” I growled.

Krissy showed me. She made her mouth into an “O” shape and grabbed her own blonde pigtails just like I was grabbing her mother’s. Then she pulled her mouth down onto an imaginary cock, keeping her eyes glued on mine the whole time.

It was the most obscene thing I think I have ever seen. There she was, an extraordinary girl with Barbie doll measurements, her tits nearly bursting through her torn blouse, her schoolgirl skirt barely providing any cover for her pantyless bottom. She was pantomiming utter submission to my cock while at the same time her eyes, her lovely young blue eyes, were still conveying mirth and joy at the fact that she was driving me absolutely crazy. Her mother gagged and drooled as I fucked her face mercilessly.

This went on for what seemed like an eternity. After the first few minutes, Krissy added to the show by thrusting her ass in and out in time with the music and with her imaginary blowjob. Taking mercy on Marie, I relaxed my grip on her pigtails, allowing her to go back to a more leisurely suck and lick of my fuckstick.

But Krissy did not stop. First one, then another of the buttons on her blouse popped off with her gyrations, exposing most of her huge tits while they bounced in time with her bobbing head. Keeping time with the music in the background, her ass continued to go back and forth like she was being fucked from behind, while she kept her hands on her pigtails, pulling herself down over and over onto what I imagined was my own dick fucking her face. “Good girl,” I said over and over while looking into Krissy’s eyes. “Good girl. Daddy’s girl.”

Marie mewed with pleasure and kissed the head of my cock in response, but that wasn’t enough for me. I grabbed her pigtails and impaled her mouth on my cock again, forcing my dick down her throat. I began pulling her pigtails down in time with the music and in sync with Krissy’s own pantomime.

I felt like I was fucking both their faces at once. My eyes were so riveted on Krissy’s performance that I think I even stopped blinking for fear of missing a microsecond of her blonde head bobbing relentlessly and joyously up and down on the imaginary cock filling her wet, delicious mouth. “Suck Daddy,” I said, looking directly into Krissy’s eyes as her head nodded up and down in agreement and submission. “Good girls suck their Daddy.”

Marie could only gurgle in response. “Glugg! Gugg!” I pulled again on her pigtails, bringing her mouth so far down my cock that her nose touched my pubic hairs. Marie gurgled again and spasmed, cumming on my cock.

She pulled her face off of my pole to catch her breath. “Thank you Daddy!” she said, grinning widely. Then after a quick, loving kiss to the tip of my cockhead, she quickly engulfed my dick again in her loving, cocksucking mouth.

I went back to holding my hands gently on Marie’s head to set the rhythm for her as I leaned back in the chair and gave a wide smile of unrestrained joy to Krissy. Marie’s habit of cumming from sucking me was the deepest and most intimate expression of love I had ever seen. It was also the sexiest thing I had ever experienced and the biggest sexual turn-on imaginable. Just the remembrance of her cumming from sucking me was enough to give me a hard-on at any time of the day or night. And now I was brazenly displaying Marie’s cock worship to her daughter only a couple of feet away. I was showing off to Krissy my most prized possession: a woman (her mother) who sank to her knees between my legs every night and begged me to fuck her face.

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Presidential Powers Ch. 02

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Britney awoke the next morning with a pubic hair stuck in her teeth and a sour taste on the back of her tongue. She shivered, remembering what she had done the night before. She ran to the shower and cleaned herself. But as the first shock wore off, she began to become aroused again–thinking about Pam and her beautiful body, her perfect breasts and long legs and neatly trimmed pussy…

“Are you all right?”

It was Cindy, her roommate. She was brushing her hair, sitting on her bed. She was a brunette with an oval face and a mole above her lip; her breasts were large, the envy of the other girls in the sorority house. Britney, wrapped in a towel, glanced at her roommate as she came back into the room. She wondered if Cindy knew something.

“What? I’m fine.”

“You seem nervous,” Cindy said. “Did you get into a fight with Frank last night?”

“Oh, no. It’s just…” How would Cindy react to the truth, that she had had sex with Pam and Melissa last night? That she had sucked on their pussies until their juices ran off her chin? “I just have a test, is all.”

“Oh.” Cindy stopped brushing her hair. “By the way, Frank called while you were in the shower. You sure take long showers. He wants you to call him.”

“Yeah.” Britney did not want to think about Frank; she realized that she did not want to see him tonight; she would call and make an excuse about being sick. It was true, in a way: she was a feeling a little ill. Her stomach hurt.

“So my sis is coming up today,” Cindy said. “She wants to see the house, and get to know some of my other ‘sisters.'”

“Leah, you mean?”

“Yeah. She just turned eighteen, and already she’s thinking about what college sorority to join.”

“Really? Huh.”

Britney felt distracted. She could still taste Pam’s pussy. She must have licked it for a long time. What had possessed her?

“Are you sure you’re all right, Brit?”

“Huh? Oh, I’m fine.”

Britney caught herself looking at her roommate’s breasts. Only in a black sheer bra, they were full but very firm. And the nipples were poking through. Finally she tore her eyes away and retreated to the bathroom.

*****

Later in the day, Cindy brought her little sister up to the room. Leah was a beautiful young girl, with golden hair tied in a French braid; she had a high-pitched laugh, unlike her more serious sister.

“Nice to meet ya,” Leah said, shaking Britney’s hand. “Cindy’s told me a lot about you.”

“I hope not everything,” Britney said, and blushed in spite of herself.

“No, I’m sure not! You guys have awesome parties, I bet! What’s it like?”

“Oh, they’re not that interesting, really.”

Just then Melissa showed up at the door. As sorority president, she wanted to introduce herself. She wore a sweater and jeans, looking very pretty–but there was something predatory in her look; something hard in her eyes. Britney, her heart pounding, was afraid she knew what it was.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“If you have any questions your dumb sister can’t answer,” Melissa said. “Just come to me.”

“Hey!” Cindy punched Melissa.

“It must be awesome living here,” Leah said.

“Oh, it sure is. Awesome.” Melissa laughed, and looked over Leah with approval. Britney sucked in a breath. Melissa was checking out the young girl! Did she have Beylikdüzü escort any shame? “By the way, there’s a little party up in my room tonight. Why don’t you guys come?”

“Okay, sure!” Leah said.

“Maybe for a little while,” the older sister said.

“Oh, and, Brit–Pam will be there.”

Britney blushed furiously. It was all she could do to stop herself from crawling under the bed.

*****

That night Britney did not want to go–but Cindy and Leah prevailed on her to come. Britney’s feigning illness was not very convincing, and, besides, she liked being around Leah. She was a very nice girl, her easy laugh cheering her up some.

Her cheer melted into anxiety when they went to Melissa’s room. Pam was there–sitting on the very bed where Britney had licked her pussy. Both girls were very embarrassed, but Melissa chattered so much that no one seemed to notice. The “party” consisted only of Melissa, Pam, Britney, Cindy and Leah. After Melissa secured the door, she explained why the setting was so intimate.

“I’ve got some nice weed, you guys. High-grade stuff!”

Britney was shocked that the president of their sorority intended everyone to smoke marijuana. But, as she thought about it, she realized she really needed a good hit to calm her nerves. She could hardly look in Pam’s direction.

“I don’t know,” Cindy said. “My little sis is here…”

“I’m not a square, Cin!” Leah said quickly. And then she let out a laugh. “I’ve smoked a few joints before!”

“Really?”

The marijuana cigarette was passed around the room as Katy Perry played on an iPod. Pam passed it to Britney. The girls shared a shy look, their fingers touching slightly. By degrees the awkwardness and tension faded. Leah talked the most, telling a story about a boy she had oral sex with and, as if the two topics were related, how she hated her math teacher. Everyone laughed, as if everything Leah said was funny. Britney noticed how Melissa was sizing up Leah; she shivered, and then took another hit.

Melissa got up and danced. She pulled Pam up, dancing with her. The other girls clapped along. Then there was a slow song and Melissa grabbed Pam’s ass. Then she ran her tongue along Pam’s neck. Leah squealed.

“This is so awesome!” she said, raising her rum and coke.

“This is weird, actually,” Cindy said, goggling at what Melissa was doing to Pam.

Finally, the two dancers sat down again. Everyone began to get tired. Britney had a hard time concentrating; her ears buzzed and she tasted weird colors. Then suddenly Leah let out a shriek of laughter.

“No way!”

“Way,” Melissa said.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes! Pam will do anything I tell her. It’s part of our initiation process.”

“Anything?” Leah asked.

“I’ll show you.” Melissa turned to Pam, who had been talking with Cindy. “Pam, get up and dance for us!”

At first Pam ignored her.

“Pam!” Melissa barked. The whole room quieted. Everyone looked to Pam to see if she would obey. Britney did not like this. She was feeling very protective of Pam. Almost loving.

Finally, Pam got to her feet. She started to dance in rhythm to the music.

“That’s it! Now… take off your shirt!”

The other girls looked at Melissa, aghast. But then there attention was drawn to Pam again.

“Ohmigod! Beylikdüzü escort She’s doing it!”

Pam had indeed started to pull off her shirt. She wore a red bra.

“Okay, and now your pants,” Melissa said.

Pam began to unbutton her jeans. She continued to dance clumsily as she pushed them down. She wore white-cotton panties. Her slender Asian body was perfect; she wore a gold necklace and her straight black hair hung to her narrow shoulders.

“Oh, wow,” Leah said, mesmerized. “It’s like she’s your slave!”

“I told you so,” Melissa said.

“Come on, you guys,” Cindy said. “This is getting too weird.”

But no one heard her. Britney watched as Pam’s breasts jiggled as she danced. She kicked off the jeans.

“Can I give the next order?” Brittany said to Melissa. “Please?”

“If you think you can handle it. Sure,” Melissa said, smirking.

“Okay. Take it off, Pam! Do it–show us your tits!”

Pam obeyed, eyes lowered. She unhooked her bra and out jiggled her pert breasts tipped with brown nipples.

“Wow… Okay. Now… your panties!”

“Leah!”

“Do it,” Melissa said. “Pam?”

Pam sighed. With visibly trembling fingers she peeled off the panties and revealed the soft black-haired pussy that Britney had gotten to know so well. Britney felt a stab of pain, thinking how badly she wanted to bury her face in that heaven again. But how could she with everyone there?

“My turn,” Melissa said. “Give each of us a kiss on the mouth, Pam.”

Leah squealed. “Ohmigod!”

Pam went to Melissa first, obediently kissing her on the mouth. Then Pam went to Leah.

“This is so weird!”

“Come on, you guys,” Cindy said. “This is going too far.”

“Oh, lighten up, sis.”

Eagerly, Leah sat forward. She let Pam kiss her, their lips opening briefly to allow their tongues to touch. Leah let out a little moan.

Pam then went over to Cindy. But she was already going for the door.

“This is too weird for me!” Cindy tried to grab her sister. “Come on, Leah. We have to go!”

“No!” Leah said. “I want to stay here! I never get to have any fun! And I wanna see what Melissa makes Pam do next.”

“Well, I’m going. I can tell Mom about this, if you like.”

“Go ahead,” Leah said. “See if I care.”

“Fine.” Cindy left the room.

Melissa also got up. “I think I better talk to her…” Before leaving, she left control of the party to Leah. “Pam, listen to Leah as you would me. Do exactly as she says. Okay?”

Pam nodded obediently. Melissa left, and closed the door.

“Holy crap!” Leah chirped. She looked at Pam for a long while. “Will you really do what I tell you to do?”

Pam nodded. She stood naked before them.

“All right.” Finally, mustering the courage, Leah said it: “I want you to… kiss my pussy!”

Pam groaned. But she did not move as she watched Leah lift her skirt and pull down her underwear. Sitting on a chair, she spread her legs to reveal a delicate blonde pussy with a surprising amount of hair.

“Come over here, slave! Kiss my pussy. Come on!”

Amazed, Britney watched as Pam went over to the young girl and sank to her knees. Pam leaned forward and kissed the pussy.

“Mm, that’s good. Kiss it again!”

Leah looked down, breathing heavily and wide eyed. She Escort Beylikdüzü looked over at Britney.

“Okay, your turn, Britney. What do you want our slave to do?”

Britney was also breathing hard. She loved the sight of Pam on her knees between the sweet young girl’s legs. She fidgeted, her pussy heating and itching for contact.

“I… don’t know.”

“Come on. Be dirty with me! She’s our SLAVE!”

“Oh. Oh… Well, have her…” A wave of pleasure washed over her; she could no longer restrain herself. “Have her eat your pussy, Leah.”

“Awesome! That’s an excellent idea. Did you hear that, slave? Eat my pussy!”

Pam looked at Britney. But then, she turned and lowered herself to Leah. Her face sank into the pubic hair, and her tongue darted out. Leah watched with an evil smile.

“This is what college life is all about!”

Pam started to lick in earnest. Leah stroked Pam’s silky hair, pulling down on her head.

“Oh, yeah. Mmm. That’s good. I’ve never had a girl do this… Oh, so good… Yeah…”

Leah ground her hips into Pam’s face. Pam licked noisily, her tongue slurping and working over the tight folds of the girl’s young pussy. Leah moaned.

“Ahhhhhh. Shit. This feels SO good…!”

Leah began to get red in the face. Her body trembled. Finally, she lifted her legs slightly and let out a cry of pleasure.

“UNNNNNGHH! OH SHIT! UNNNNNNNNGMMMNGH!”

Finally Leah relaxed. Pam licked out the juices, her hands running along the girl’s long smooth legs. She looked up at Leah and smiled, wiping the cum from her lips.

“Did you like it?” Pam said shyly.

“Oh, God, yes! That was awesome!”

By now Britney had taken off her jeans and was fingering her pussy.

“Okay,” she said, panting. “It’s my turn to give an order.”

Leah languidly nodded her head. “Yeah, okay,” she said.

“Pam, have Leah eat your pussy. Make her give you an orgasm!”

“But I thought I was giving orders!”

“DO IT!” Britney barked.

Such was the authority in her voice that Leah obeyed. Pam smiled at Leah as she got up on the bed, and gently, but firmly, pushed the young girl to the floor. She spread her legs wide. Leah looked in wonder at the beautiful Asian pussy exposed before her. It was wet already.

“I don’t know,” she whispered. She pushed her blonde hair back from her face. “I’ve never done this.”

“Well, you will now,” Britney said. She grabbed Leah and pushed her face into the pussy. “Eat her pussy good!”

“Mmmph!”

Leah resisted at first, but then after a few tentative licks, she began to eat the pussy in earnest. Her cute nose rode on the pubic mound as she slurped and tongued Pam’s pussy.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Britney said. “Eat her pussy! Mmm, yeah. You like pussy, don’t you?”

Britney rolled off her panties and fingered herself furiously. Finally she couldn’t take it anymore. She went over to the bed and started to make out with Pam, feeling her breasts. The girls kissed so passionately that Leah at last looked up with mock anger, her face glistening with pussy cum.

“Hey, you guys, don’t forget I’m down here too!”

“That’s right,”” Britney said.

She grabbed Leah and made her eat her pussy. Then she went back to french kissing Pam. They were so into each other that Leah, after licking and sucking on Britney’s pussy and making her come, sat back and watched the two. It seemed like they were really in love.

“Oh well,” Leah said. “I’m too young to get married anyway.”

And she went back to eating Pam’s very wet pussy.

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Leaving Him

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I put my bags down on the front step and the screen door banged closed behind me. The noise loud, in the early morning quiet of the still dark street.

“Shit,” I said under my breath, annoyed at the disturbance caused by the accidental slam

I went back inside, grabbing my jacket and checking I hadn’t left anything behind. No, I had everything I decided. But I still couldn’t make myself leave, I hesitated, feeling something was left undone.

“Shit,” I muttered again, and walked quietly along the passage to the open door of the bedroom, and stood there looking in.

Jerry lay there on his side with just a sheet pulled partly over him, and I had no idea how I could leave him. I ached unbearably for him.

His hand rested on the pillow by his head and I was struck by its size. I could remember the first time he had touched me properly, the feel of it as it had rested in the small of my back as he leaned in closer. Telling me about the building he was helping to design. My cock had leapt at the feel of it, at the lightness and the intimacy of it sitting there on me as he talked. Looking into my eyes intently the conversation had obviously become more than the story he was telling me, becoming an exploration of each other’s thoughts. We had exchanged phone numbers before we parted.

On the bed he moved in the shadows, turning his head and rolling over on to his back, his arm sliding across his body, coming to rest on his belly. His package made a mound in the sheet below his hand, his legs sprawled wide. One bent slightly. But above the sheet in the dim light were the dark smuts of his nipples and the trail of black hair that ran in a T shape, joining them together and running down his navel and under the sheet.

My cock reminded me of the first time I had seen those two hair rimmed nipples of his.

We had met at the beach and he had been wearing a t-shirt. Then we found a place to sit and he had stripped it off and I had seen his body for the first time. Then he was lying on his back again and his nipples had somehow leapt out at me, pointy and hard. I had looked at them and wondered if he felt anything for me as I stood over him looking down. He had laughed and said ‘join me’ and I had. We had swum and talked and the day had been over too quickly, and I had expected him to ask me back, but he didn’t, and I had in the end asked him, not wanting the day to end.

But he had said, ‘no, I have to go somewhere’. I altyazılı porno had felt hurt. And wondered if he had someone else already.

He called me in the week and we arranged to meet on Saturday afternoon. He came to pick me up at my house, and I had climbed into his car nervous and uncertain. He had leant over for a kiss and I had wrapped my arms about him in a sudden mad rush to possess him. He had given way to me, and I had run a hand up under his t shirt through that silky black trail of hair on his belly. He had gasped as I palmed his belly and I had felt him surrender to my mouth. It was broad daylight on the street where we were parked but I held the kiss until I was short of breath and we finally separated.

‘Come up,’ I said, hungry for him.

‘No,’ he’d said, looking away, ‘No. Come on, we were going to take a walk along the river.’

I was confused, but also now full of lust for him. I lay a hand on his thigh and felt myself painfully ready as he drove. The river was high with recent rain and the path was cool in the heat of the day. We talked of everything and nothing, though I took time to relax properly with him, having been repulsed earlier.

We stopped for coffee on the way home and he glowed, and I could not resist his need to talk. I gave up thinking of what I would rather do with him and discussed the world instead.

He drove me home, glowing still, and we kissed again, but hesitantly now, and he drove off quickly. He rang me the next day and my belly turned, and my cock jumped, at the sound of his voice. I crooned at him as he nervously talked, then when the conversation seemed to be going nowhere I asked him to dinner the following night. He jumped at my offer and in a moment it was agreed and he was gone.

On the bed before me his hand moved, and his legs, as he turned his head to the other side. The sheet was pushed down by his hand before it returned to his belly and the root of his cock showed in the bush at the end of his trail of black silky hair.

My gut twisted and my cock lurched and I wondered how I could leave him. I ached for him now as much as I had ever ached for him.

I had been in a turmoil not knowing what to cook for him, what the evening was all about, how much I wanted to share more than food with him. He had arrived and I had kissed him casually, but he had leant in and I had resumed the kiss, but deeper, pressing against him, wrapping my arms about him till he pulled türkçe altyazılı porno away, flushed and obviously aroused. I stroked my hand down over him as he turned from me, feeling that interest of his as he moved into the dining room.

I talked more easily than him through dinner, and he ate little. I began to feel something for him that was new to me, I felt that I wanted to shelter him. But first I wanted to take him. We moved to the kitchen to wash up and I laughed at something he said and he smiled at me and I held his eyes, and then he looked down. I moved to him and gently wrapped him up in my arms and body as I possessed his mouth and entered it. He leant in against me and I ran my hands over him pulling his butt into me, pressing his hard rod against my straining one. There was no resistance from him now. He rested his head on my shoulder as I unbuttoned and unzipped him and pushed his pants down and felt the root of his trapped cock throbbing to be released.

On the bed Jerry’s cock head had begun to peek up from under the sheet as it grew into some nighttime erection. His hand lay on his belly and I bit my lip and forced my breathing to slow as I watched his hand rise and fall with his breathing.

When we’d broken from that long kiss in the kitchen I’d lifted him up so he was sitting on the bench and I’d sucked him off, pumping my mouth on his cock, running my hand under his balls and my fingers back to his hole. He’d come in my mouth and I had swallowed it all. Then I lifted him and he wrapped his legs about my hips and we’d kissed each other as I walked him to the bedroom. It hadn’t been far to go, he was lean but muscular and no lightweight.

I’d stopped and he had unwrapped his legs and stood and then lain back on the bed and bent and parted his legs as he looked up at me, his eyes hooded and dreamy. I had no doubt I had looked full of lust too, as I threw off my pants and went down covering his body and feeling it along mine. His thighs against mine, his belly, his chest, his mouth. We kissed again as he ran his hands up and down my back and again wrapped his legs about me. Then I had him turn over.

On the bed in the shadows Jerry’s head rolled and his legs moved as he had some image in his dream. His cock now stood up, poking above the sheet, his hand grazing his cap as he made little breathy noises in his sleep.

I had lain along the bed beneath him spreading his cheeks and moving my tongue to kiss and hd altyazılı porno prepare his entrance for me. He had moaned and shivered as I worked. I stroked the brown stain of skin at his entrance with my thumb, stroking and circling. Knowing this was only the first time I would do this with him and that I wanted to remember exactly what it was like. I pushed the top of my thumb in, and he resisted me, so I withdrew to circle and stroke over his entrance again before plunging my thumb in quickly, taking him by surprise and sinking the first joints inside him and leaving them sitting there as he quivered and relaxed, accepting them. He moaned and lifted his hips to me. I slipped a hand under him and palmed his belly pulling him up to me as I fingered his hole and opened him.

Then I turned him on his back and entered him from below, holding his spread thighs and watching his face as I took him for the first time.

Outside the house I heard a noise and knew my taxi had arrived. But I couldn’t go.

All those months before Jerry had arched up as I entered him, rolling his head back and showing his long beautiful neck. And I had fallen on it, biting it, licking it, before I rose up and fucked him shallowly. Before I plunged into him and stiffened, my body rigid as I shot my seed deep inside him.

On the bed in the shadowy bedroom before me his cock moved against the sheet.

After I had taken him I had turned him over again, and lying behind him I wrapped myself about him, my legs about his thighs, my arms about his chest. I had held him close, the possessor – him the possessed. Me surprised it was that way, having expected him, so muscular and masculine, to be the one to possess me.

In the morning I had asked him to stay, to move in, and he had told me he was married. I had rolled away. I had just gone through that and I wanted more.

Now in the dark early morning I had no idea how I could leave him, I ached so much for him as I watched him lying there, sleeping.

“You’ll miss your plane.”

I was jerked out of my reverie by his voice. “You’re awake,” I said dumbly.

He opened his eyes and smiled. “I was dreaming about you,” he said.

“I don’t want to go,” was all I could reply.

“Go. You will be late. It’s only three days. I’ll still be here when you get back Craig. It took a while I know, but I’ve made my decision.”

I wanted to stay, to wrap him in my body and never release him, holding him close and safe forever. But I left him there, the screen door slamming behind me, me grabbing my bags from the porch and falling in to the taxi. The tired driver annoyed at waiting for me.

“The airport,” I said, unnecessarily.

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Daddy Didn’t Pull Pt. 03

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Jenny’s life nearly ended before it started. She was very near death, as was her mother, when the doctors tore her from her mother’s womb and rushed her to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit.

She was only three weeks premature, but a condition known as preeclamsia had progressed to the point where her mother’s liver had ruptured, and mother and baby had been hypoxic for way too long. There were serious doubts about their survival.

They were fortunate to live near a large city and a major university hospital, where the leading experts in their fields were available and worked feverishly to save them.

There were those that thought Jenny was somehow damaged by her birth, and indeed she struggled in school all of her life. She was a graceful, athletic little girl, and pleasant and kind to everyone she met. People just thought she wasn’t too bright.

But Jenny had a secret she kept to herself. Why? No one knows. What we do know is that Jenny was actually a very clever little girl, more than clever enough to keep even the experts from discerning her secret.

She advanced in her early years of school as much out of sympathy for “Poor Little Jenny” from her teachers as anything. The things that she needed to learn, she did.

She could master a complex gymnastics routine faster than anyone in her school, and in her sophomore year of high school she had reached the state championship tournament in both the floor exercise and the uneven bars.

After that, her coaches made sure her grades were sufficient to keep her on the team, even if her course work was actually failing.

And through it all, Jenny kept her secret. As long as people were willing to do things for poor little Jenny because they thought she was dimwitted, well, who was she to burst their bubbles?

She walked across the stage and got her diploma with all the rest of the kids in her class.

She didn’t even open the folder to look at it. To her, it may as well have been blank.

Jenny couldn’t read.

Oh, she knew her ABC’s well enough. She could sign her name, she could even struggle through a sentence or two if none of the words were too long before frustration overcame her.

But for the most part, these words you are reading right now would have looked like a jumble of random letters to her.

It’s strange that no one ever seemed to notice that if it was something you didn’t have to learn from book, Jenny was extremely quick on the uptake.

She had also suffered from a condition that delayed her puberty till almost her 18th birthday, and had been a plain and unattractive girl all through high school.

But now, just after her 21st birthday, all of that had changed.

She was still not a large woman, standing only five foot one.

She had thick nut brown hair of shoulder length that she kept tightly permed, striking hazel eyes, thick soft lips, and perfectly straight gleaming white teeth.

She still had the body of an athlete, with a flat muscular abdomen and powerful legs. She stuffed her perky tits and their pink puffy nipples into a C cup every day, although a D might have been more comfortable.

It’s hard to say if her butt was a bubble or a heart, but what it was for sure was a perfect fit, tying her muscular torso to her powerful legs in a way that drew men’s eyes quickly away from her other considerable assets.

Her mother had been an astoundingly beautiful young woman, and it could be argued that Jenny was her equal.

The turning point came when she went to see the doctor who replaced hers when he retired.

He was explaining the medication he was giving her for the ankle she sprained doing a back flip to entertain her young cousins when he noticed Jenny’s eyes as she pretended to read along with his explanation.

He paused for a moment, then said; “Jennifer, can you read that back to me?”

She was adept at faking most things, but she hadn’t been listening closely enough to pull it off this time. Plus this doctor was sharper than most, and actually cared.

“You can’t read, can you.” he said softly. It was a statement, not a question.

“No.” was all she could think to say.

***

It didn’t help Jenny at first to know her secret had a name. She couldn’t spell dyslexia, but she knew what it meant. And knew that there was no quick or easy fix for it.

She had no intention of sharing her secret with her parents yet, but the printed information about it that the doctor had given her inadvertently fell under her mother’s eyes.

And Janet could read very well. In a flash, so many things she had worried and wondered about for all these years became clear.

She wanted to help her daughter, but in a way that wouldn’t call her out for keeping her problem a secret.

And since Jenny had no idea that her mom knew her secret now, this was going to be tricky. How to even bring the subject up?

That little problem solved itself as Janet sat lost in thought and Jenny walked into the kitchen, looking altyazılı porno for that pile of papers from the doctor’s office.

That very same pile that was now in her mother’s hand.

Now the only secret Jenny hid from the world was the fact that her father’s sperm had been swimming in her belly 24/7 for over three years now.

***

Steve sat on the side of Jenny’s bed with his arm around her. It was amazing to him how much his little girl had changed in the last three years, from the unattractive nearly flat chested girl he could barely get an erection for on her 18th birthday to the luscious young woman with the full firm tits and perfect ass he had pumped so much of his sperm into over the last 3 years.

“Daddy, are you and mom mad at me for not telling you I couldn’t read?”

“No sweetie. We worried about you a lot when you didn’t do well in school, but we knew you could learn the things you really wanted to learn. We just hope now that reading is something you really want to learn.”

She still wasn’t sure it was, but she was very sure that her mom and dad meant more to her than anything.

And if they wanted her to work hard at this, then by god that’s what she was going to do.

But all the specialists cost money, and she knew most of it wasn’t covered by insurance.

“I do want to learn Daddy, I just worry that it costs so much, and I don’t have a job yet.” Jenny said softly as she lightly stroked her father’s long thick cock.

“Jenny, you are not to worry about that! This family may not be rich, but there is plenty of money for all the doctors and therapists you need. Of course it won’t be easy. But if you work at this as hard as you worked on gymnastics, we will have you reading sooner than you might think. Will you work hard for me sweetie?”

“I will daddy. I promise.”

“And no more secrets, OK Jenny?”

“OK daddy.” She smiled and laid back on the bed, pulling her father down with her and guiding his thick juicy cock to her opening.

There was one little secret she intended to keep, and her daddy remained blissfully unaware as he savored the feeling of his little girl’s labia snapping down over his thick bulbous glans that Jenny’s IUD had been gone for three weeks now.

And yesterday, she had ovulated.

It probably wouldn’t have stopped his long thick cock from boring deep into her tight little slit, especially given how hot it made him feel to have one of the cheeks of his little girl’s taut smooth ass in his hand, pulling it to the side and jamming the head of his cock hard against her shiny cervix.

“Mmmmm fuck me daddy” she moaned and began to rock her hips slowly as she pulled his head down to kiss her soft thick lips.

Her body had changed so much since that first time three years ago, his once awkward daughter had morphed into such a stunning young woman that he struggled to keep from blowing his load as his thick powerful rod pistoned smoothly in and out of her silky smooth tube.

In a few minutes he rolled off of her and on to his back. He loved for Jenny to ride him, and she loved it even more than he did.

She held his thick juicy cock in her hand, lowering her slick shaven pussy down just until the bulb touched her labia, then rising up again, teasing her daddy until he grabbed her hips in his strong hands and pulled her down on to his steaming prick.

She lowered a puffy nipple to his mouth while he churned his dick up into her with smooth lazy strokes. They naturally fell into a pace they both knew they could sustain forever, his strong hands roaming freely over her firm smooth buttocks and supple breasts.

Jenny rolled off of him and laid on her belly, quickly stuffing a pillow under her hips to elevate her tight little butt just a touch and holding her legs together slightly.

He straddled her thighs and entered her from behind.

He loved this position, and Jenny knew it. She could use the muscles of her powerful legs to just about crush the head of her daddy’s cock as it slid smoothly in and out of her tiny bald slit.

Her cousin April had told her this was the best position for getting pregnant, and indeed it was the position April had been in when Steve’s thick potent sperm had blasted into her womb and found her egg.

Now Jenny was squeezing her father’s thick juicy cock with all her strength and rocking her butt up and down.

Steve looked down at his cock disappearing between her perfect little globes. He felt the familiar tingling begin in the head of his dick.

He pulled the pillow back just a touch to raise her butt to the perfect angle for him to blow his massive load deep into his little girl.

“Oh Daddy…Daddy I feel you getting bigger, I know your’e gonna cum!” She purred seductively and pushed back to meet her father’s last few powerful thrusts.

“Cum in me Daddy.” She sighed as she felt his knob swell to its maximum size. She knew her daddy was right there.

“Uuugh” He grunted as the thick base of his cock surged powerfully and türkçe altyazılı porno the first hot thick rope of his sperm erupted from the head of his cock to splatter against his beautiful daughter’s cervix.

She ground her butt up into her father’s wildly spurting prick as the second hot thick jet of semen burst from the head, followed quickly by another, then another.

Her fertile womb was completely flooded now, and thick white semen continued to spew from the head and flow freely around the base of his cock, forming a pool on Jenny’s bed beneath her.

Steve gently kissed his daughter’s ear as his slowly softening prick continued to throb in her firm flat belly.

When he finally rolled off of her, she laid her head on his chest and snuggled close.

An hour later, his second load was oozing out of his beautiful little girl’s fertile pussy.

***

Steve strode briskly into the downtown office building he had come to know so well.

How many times had he met with these two in the last three months? Seven, but it felt more like twenty.

Over the years he had acquired 25% of their small startup tech company, starting with an initial 10% that he had purchased for $100,000.

Progress was slow at first, but steady enough, and with each successive cash crunch, Steve was there, trading the needed cash for an ever increasing share in the company.

Then about three months ago, the offers to buy it back started coming.

The first offer would have amounted to a nice 50% return on his investment, and Ethan and Tyler had seemed surprised when he flatly refused it.

He didn’t need the money, and he probably knew their books better than they did and had already seen their first profitable quarter coming. And it was big.

The meetings started coming more often, and the offers started getting higher.

It wasn’t long before the two could no longer conceal their sense of urgency.

At this point, Steve was simply not a seller.

He could almost feel their desperation through the phone when they had called this morning to request an “Urgent” meeting.

Ethan had always been the one who did most of the talking, and now Steve regarded him silently across the table and let him finish his sentence, before leaning forward in his chair and speaking assertively.

“Ethan, I’m just not interested in selling. You guys have done a great job building your company, and I believe in you. I’m going to hang on to my full 25%.”

Tyler and Ethan looked at each other, then back to Steve.

Finally, Ethan spoke.

“The truth is we’ve had a buyout offer and we think we should take it. But it’s from a big multinational and they won’t be keeping us on. And they want 100% of the company.”

“Guys, you’re really just starting to take off now. You just had your first profitable quarter, and it damn near retired your debt. Why sell? This will be huge!”

“You haven’t heard their offer.” Ethan said with a flat affect.

Steve regarded the pair. He had suspected an ulterior motive in their ever increasing offers, and wisely declined. Now they would have to give him full value or risk losing their big payday.

“How much are they offering?”

“5.4 billion.”

“I’ll need a full third.”

Tyler and Ethan began to protest, but Steve held up his hand.

“Gentlemen, I have you over the proverbial barrel. Without my share, your deal falls through. This was a high risk investment for me, I was and am still prepared to lose every dime of it. I have plenty of money for my own needs. I can wait forever if need be.”

He ended up settling for 30 per cent. He’d have been happy with his 25 per cent, but he felt they needed a lesson in honest business dealings.

After paying capital gains tax, Steve found himself with a net worth of almost 1.3 Billion dollars. And he still hadn’t told Janet.

Their anniversary was next week. She was going to get the surprise of her life!

.

When you have that kind of money, you can get things done much faster than the rest of us, like having jewelry custom made.

Waiting on the bedside table on the morning of their anniversary was a beautiful box, hand carved from a solid block of bird’s eye maple, with a card that read; “To Janet, the love of my life.”

She hadn’t yet noticed it when she gently pulled the head of her sleeping husband’s penis into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, as she had almost every morning for the last 22 years.

And just like it had almost every morning for the last 22 years, his penis quickly stiffened in her mouth. Soon it had stiffened to its full ten inch length, and like she did almost every morning, she pulled him deep into her throat.

The routine changed from day to day from this point on, but they had plans for today, so Janet employed her secret trick, cupping his balls in one hand and tickling the secret spot under his bag with the other. Soon he was blowing his hot thick load straight down his beautiful hd altyazılı porno wife’s throat.

She slowly pulled her head up off his dick and let it flop against his belly with a loud wet slap.

“Happy anniversary sweetie!” She smiled, not a trace of his cum visible in her mouth.

“Happy anniversary to you too! I got you a little something.” He smiled, indicating the box and card on the bedside table.

Janet read the card first like she did every year, and smiled warmly as she reached for the box.

Of course it was jewelry, it was every year. Janet loved shiny things and Steve knew it. She usually pretended to be surprised for him, only this year there was no need to pretend.

When she lifted the lid of the black velvet lined box, her eyes flew open and a lump formed in her throat.

The first thing that caught her eye was the ring.

Janet had a nice enough wedding ring, a half carat diamond solitaire of good quality, but the one in the box was stunning.

The center stone was well over a full carat, and the two perfectly matched stones that flanked it were both larger than the half carat stone she had worn all these years. All round cut, and all absolutely flawless and set in 18 karat gold, the finest money could buy.

Two pairs of diamond stud earrings, one with full carat stones and one with half carats came next, followed by a tennis bracelet with alternating large diamonds and equally large blue sapphires.

Last came the pendant, on a fine yet sturdy gold chain, a full five caret flawless diamond.

When she finally regained her composure, He handed her a sheet of paper.

“What’s this?” she managed to say.

“The bank balance.”

Janet sat in stunned silence when her eyes came to the bottom line.

There was more money in their checking account than they had made in their entire lives, by a factor of 10.

“That’s just our spending money for the week. Almost all of our money is invested already.”

“How?”

“Remember those two geeky guys that I gave money to start a company?”

Oh, she remembered all right. By the time all was said and done, Steve had given them over half a million dollars. He told her it was “Venture capital”, half the money he had taken from the sale of his business that he got almost four times more than he expected to get for. “It’s like found money, Janet. No risk, no reward. Besides, these guys are brilliant. I think they have ideas that could be huge!” he had told her.

Janet had disagreed, but he did it anyway.

“I ended up owning 25% of their company. They sold it last month. We’re Billionaires, Janet!”

Janet was stunned. Her face registered her joy, but no words came from her mouth.

“Oh, there’s one more thing. Look out the window!”

Parked on the street in front of the house, with a big red bow on the roof, sat Janet’s new red Maserati Granturismo.

Janet began to laugh and hop up and down like a kid.

“Get dressed! Let’s go for a ride! Will my clubs fit in the trunk?”

“Sure! If you take the driver out first.” He said.

***

Janet was surprised to see the name on the screen when she pulled her ringing phone from her purse.

“Hi sweetie!” Said her father’s familiar voice.

“I was just calling to tell you I’ll be coming to town Sunday night for a two week conference, and I’ll call you as soon I get checked in to the hotel.”

“Like hell you will! You’re staying with us! And no argument, Daddy!”

“Tell him to come a day early and bring his clubs!” Steve shouted from across the room, loud enough to be heard through the phone.

Frank heard him clearly and laughed.

“Tell him to book a tee time for Sunday morning. I’ll see y’all Saturday night!”

***

Steve had always liked his father in law, but the fact he lived several hundred miles away meant his visits were both brief and rare.

Frank was an avid golfer and kept himself in great shape. Even at 62 years of age, he could still pound the ball.

The score was close, Steve one up with five to play, as they waited on the 14th tee, a not quite driveable par 4 that everyone tried to drive anyway, creating a stack up on any given Sunday.

Steve had been looking for an opportunity to talk all day, and finally, here it was.

“You know Frank, Janet and I have been so happy together these last 22 years, and it’s because we have no secrets.”

Frank looked at him like a deer looks at approaching headlights.

“Yes, including that one.”

“I can explain…” Frank began to stammer.

“Frank, I know all about it. I know you’re carrying a lot of guilt, and trust me, you shouldn’t be feeling that way. Janet loves you, and she treasures the memory of what you did for her that day.”

Frank cast his eyes down, still feeling the shame he had harbored all these years.

“I appreciate your saying so, but I still feel ashamed, and I know there’s just no way to make it right.”

“There’s nothing wrong to make right, Frank.”

“Thanks Steve.” Frank said, raising his eyes from the neatly mown grass of the tee box.

“There is one little thing you could do for me, Frank, and if you would I’d appreciate it more than you’ll ever know.”

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Lady Eleanor

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I had always had a thing for my neighbor Eleanor; she was in her late fifties but had an incredible body for a lady more than twice my age. She stood around 5’8 had legs that went up forever an ass that was big and round and her breasts had to be at least DD’s.

One day as I was sneaking around my parent’s room I went to my favorite spot, my dad’s plethora of porn he had stashed in a box deep in his closet. As I tore through the various magazines I came to the conclusion that he must have stopped purchasing the magazines after he met my mother because the dates on the porn stopped at over nineteen years ago. I found one with a girl on the cover that kind of reminded me of my neighbor but at a much younger age and took it to my room.

As I leafed through the mag I came to the spread with the cover girl. In big bold letters it said “Lady Eleanor. It had to be my neighbor and my cock throbbed as I looked at the pictures and though much firmer Eleanor held the same bodacious body now that she did way back then. Turning from page to page I slowly stroked my cock as I stared at her beautiful hairy bush and tight ass. The way she opened her cunt lips splaying it like it was a butterfly on display had my cock oozing precum. I put the magazine down on my favorite picture, she was bent over at the waist with her head turned looking at the camera, legs slightly apart and her hands were pulling her ass cheeks apart.

As I stroked my cock faster and faster I imagined her asking me over and posing for me just that way now. The thought of coming in behind her and sliding my cock in that altyazılı porno wet pussy or tight ass sent me over the edge and my cock erupted sending wads of cum all over my floor.

I cleaned up my mess and hid the magazine in my room for future jerk off sessions then took a shower and headed outside. I couldn’t believe my luck when I saw Eleanor out in her back garden bent over pulling weeds. The images of her in the magazine swept through my mind and I felt myself getting a hardon. I called over to her and said hi and asked if she needed any help. She graciously accepted and I hoped the fence and went over to her. When I got right in front of her she looked up, the lump in my pants was right at her eye level and her gaze seemed to linger there for a few seconds.

Eleanor showed me what she wanted me to do and I went in front of her on my knees and began to pull weeds. From my spot I had a perfect view of her ample bosom. Her cleavage made a deep valley and her fullness was almost spilling out of the low cut top. My cock twitched each time I looked at the older woman. It didn’t go unnoticed to her either; she had caught me staring on more than one occasion. After we were done she asked me in for a beer and I followed her into her house, the whole time I stared at her ass as it swayed too and fro.

I washed my hands and sat at the kitchen table and gawked at the beautiful mature lady as she made chit chat. Then she hit me up with a question that left me speechless for a few seconds.

“Brad I couldn’t help but notice the way you have been staring at me all afternoon. Not türkçe altyazılı porno that I mind, it makes this old broad feel good but I was curious to why you would?” She asked.

Without even thinking about the consequence I answered her. “I saw you in a magazine today, from when you were younger. I can’t get the images out of my mind.”

“Oh my I almost forgot about those” She giggled. “I take it you liked what you saw?” She asked.

I didn’t even realize what I was saying when I blurted it out. “Oh God yes, I came so hard stroking my cock I thought I would pass out.”

“Mmmmm, that is sweet Brad but surely you like the younger me. I mean an old broad couldn’t do that to you now.” Eleanor said.

“Are you kidding you look better now!” I answered. With that Eleanor stood up and removed all her clothes and posed for me. When she turned her back to me and bent over just like my favorite shot in the mag I thought I might cum in my pants. She even pulled her ass cheeks apart.

I dropped to my knees in an instant and ran my tongue from her pussy to her tight puckered asshole. She moaned as my tongue ate her up. I licked her until she started shaking with her first orgasm, her cum left my face shiny with her juices.

I quickly got undressed and put my cock at the entrance to her cunt. In one swift movement I shoved my entire rod deep inside her. She moaned as I based my cock inside her. I couldn’t believe how tight this old chick was as I slammed my cock in and out of her. Her cunt gripped my cock as if it was hanging on for dear life. I was so turned hd altyazılı porno on from the whole scene.

First here I was in my neighbor’s kitchen fucking the shit out of her, also the fact she was an ex pinup girl sent me over the edge. I felt my nuts tighten as my cum started shooting out of my cock. Exhausted we fell to the floor to catch our breath. I gently stroked her body as we lay there and felt my cock get hard again.

“Brad could you do something for me please?” Eleanor asked.

“Sure anything you want!” I answered swiftly.

“There is one thing I have never done and would love to try.” She said.

“That is?” I asked.

“I would love for you to take my ass virginity. I never had a cock in my ass and I think it is about time I did!” She said as she got up on all fours and pushed her ass out to me. I could not believe the luck I was having as I grabbed my pole in my fist and guided it in to her virgin hole. Inch by inch I fed her my cock. She told me to stop a couple of times as I pushed forward so she could get used to the feeling. It didn’t take long until I was balls deep in her tight asshole.

“OHHH YESSSS FFFFUUUCKKK MEEEE HAAARDDD NOOOWW!!! YYYYESSS BBBRRRAADDD FFFUUCCKK MYYY TTIIGHHT ASSS. SSSHHHOOTTTT YYYYOUURR HHOOT CUMMM DEEEP INNN MYYY ASSSSSS! OOOHHH GGGOODD III’MMMM CCCCCUUUUUMMMMINNNGG!!!!!!!” She cried.

As her orgasm tore through her body it cause her asshole to tighten up so much for a minute I thought she might tear my cock right off but the tight grip and her hot words sent me over the edge and I responded by flooding her anal cavity with the most cum I had ever shot in my life.

Finally done we lay on her kitchen floor kissing passionately. “Thanks for making this old broad feel young again.” She said. I told her anytime she needed to feel young I was just next door.

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Pleasure in Denial Ch. 02

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A continuing story of lesbian seduction, awakening, control, and intense edging. This is mostly fantasy, although there are some autobiographical elements buried in there if you can find them.

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I must have drifted off to sleep because it was starting to get light when I heard a faint noise, the sound of someone in my room. In the half-darkness I partly opened one eye and could just make out the outline of a person standing in my doorway. They were wearing a long baggy white tee-shirt, pulled up at the front.

Keeping perfectly still and quiet I listened, and heard the unmistakable, delicious sound of fingers working a well-lubricated vulva. I could hear breathing, and a quiet, whispering voice saying something like ‘Oh fuck. Oh yes. Ohhh. Mmmm. ahhhhhh, oh fuck yes.’ Then, as quietly as they had arrived, the mystery person turned, and left.

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I woke next morning to find the sun streaming through the windows. A glance at my clock; 9:45! Far later than I usually wake up. I was still completely naked and the sun cast parallel lines of warm light across my torso. As my brain whirred into first gear I half-recalled that vision of loveliness in my doorway in the night. Was it a dream?

But moments later I sat bolt upright when I remembered I had actually shared my apartment with the lovely Felicity the previous night. However, I also accepted there was every probability she would have done a runner. Crept out before I woke up, taking over 400 Euros worth of stuff with her, for which I’d never get paid. Worse than that, I’d never see her again; phoning her mum to get her home address might be awkward.

I threw on some Chinese silk shorts and an almost-matching shirt, not even bothering to fix it closed around me as I’d already convinced myself I’d now be alone. But when I strolled into the kitchen, I was greeted by those two words it’s always nice to hear from someone for whom you harbour some affection.

“Nice tits.”

I smiled and walked towards her, making sure the floaty silk billowed out giving her a clear view and she didn’t take her eyes off them until I offered: “You can touch as well as look, if you’d like to.”

Felicity turned away, as though she was looking out of the window. “Nah, but thanks anyway.” She seemed pensive. “They do look lovely though, and sometimes I hope mine will get bigger, when I’m a woman. But like I said, I’m only into guys. I’d much sooner be touching a long hard cock, and …” then looking at me and continuing “you’re not into that, are you Julia. I can tell,” before sliding herself down off the worksurface where she’d been nursing a glass of orange juice. She was wearing a long white baggy tee-shirt (oh, so it wasn’t a dream …) and I think she registered I was watching her.

The atmosphere felt loaded. My arousal, which had been simmering in the background since I woke up, was now beginning to nag at me and my pussy was tingling nicely, a feeling I love to sustain through the day but of which Felicity would be blissfully unaware. However, I could not hide the fact my nipples had grown significantly larger and were now also three shades darker. I pulled my shirt across me to hide them from view but the feel of the cool silk on my buds only accentuated the sensation. Lovely.

Felicity smiled, then chirped: “I’m starving, any chance of something to eat?”, which somewhat defused the situation.

“Well depends what you want altyazılı porno to do today. I have nothing planned (which was a lie). We could go out and get some breakfast on the harbourside, or I have some yoghurt and cheese in the fridge and we could go out later.”

Felicity thought for a moment. “Yeah, I like the sound of going out. And then can we try to find me a hostel bed for the next two nights?”

My disappointment must have been obvious.

“No, really Julia you have done enough for me already.”

“Well from what they told me yesterday I don’t hold out much hope, but we can try.”

Felicity walked over and kissed me on the cheek. “Thank you anyway. I’ll go and get showered and dressed. Is it far to walk?

I assured her it wasn’t and, my mind working up an alternative plan as I dressed, I allowed myself a few minutes of clit and nipple play until my excitement started to cloud my thinking.

Soon she called from the living room: “What do you think, Auntie? Suitable for today?”

I strolled out nonchalantly to find her in front of the long mirror, pulling sexy expressions and trying out provocative poses. She was dressed in a tight, stretchy cropped top and a short flared skirt. She had the heels on from last night and obviously no bra. She looked stunning and I could have thrown her on the sofa right then, but resisted. I was willing to play a long game with this young beauty, so I walked across and stood behind her, looking over her shoulder.

“Flix … you look stunning,” I purred into her ear, “and you know it. You’ll put me totally in the shade as we walk to the harbour. That’s what you like isn’t it, you like to draw attention to yourself. You like to be looked at. Watched. Don’t you?”

She didn’t reply, well, not using words, and she looked at herself again then at my reflection. “Come on Julia, you’ll draw lots of attention too. You look amazing for your age too,” and I gave her a confirmatory twirl in my floaty gypsy cotton dress.

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Felicity was right and, as we walked side by side to the laid-back cafes near the harbour, people did indeed look at us. I suspect it was her gorgeous slim body, her perky little titties, her flowing blonde hair, her tight little bum, narrow hips and pretty face. It was probably also because the short skirt combined with 3-inch heels made her slim legs look like they went on for ever. She certainly knew how to use them to her advantage; her walk would put a lot of catwalk lingerie models to shame. No doubt we also drew attention because of our age difference and the chemistry between us. I didn’t think the Niece and Aunt ruse was going to be convincing.

As we walked beside her, I was becoming more and more turned on and was wondering if I’d taken myself too far when I’d touched myself in the bedroom, but then, I reminded myself, that was the whole point, to keep my body in a heightened state of arousal. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply.

Felicity trotted ahead and did a few twirls, holding out the hem of her skirt each side. “Do you like this on me Julia?” she asked, her head tilted to one side.

Sensing she needed constant approval, I reassured her: “Yes Flix, yes, you look amazing and I get turned on every time I look at you.”

“Really, Auntie? Isn’t that a bit … naughty?”

I hadn’t really intended to say that last part but you can’t un-say something.

“Maybe. How does that make you feel?”

“Wanted. türkçe altyazılı porno Valued. Affirmed …. Excited.”

She stopped for a moment to admire her reflection in a shop window. “Everything seems such good value here. It’s amazing what I got for my money yesterday … sorry … your money.”

“Shame I won’t get to see most of it,” I replied.

“I don’t understand, Julia. I want you to. I want to show off what we bought. I want you to see me in everything. I’d like that. And I thought you would too?”

“Yes Flix, I would. More than you realise.” My vagina clenched at the thought of seeing more of her, dressed and undressed. I must have shuddered because Felicity asked if I was feeling OK; I suspect she knew the effect she was having on me.

“Then why not?”

“I’ll explain later”

I let her choose a table and we sat close to a thoroughfare, where we would be seen, of course. I ordered coffee and miniature pastries. Felicity, to my surprise, chose a huge pile of pancakes with syrup and cream. “Is that OK? I’m starving hungry!” she explained.

“I don’t know where you put it. You’re so small.”

“I burn it all off in physical and nervous energy.”

“No doubt.”

We chatted over breakfast and she licked and sucked syrup off her fingers – I didn’t dare imagine.

She told me more about her home life, how she never remembered her father; he’d had an affair with a younger woman and left when Felicity was only three. Her mother was very strict, very conservative and totally overbearing, wanting her daughter to grow up stuffy and sensible, like her. Seemed her attitude had the opposite effect though. No wonder she had rebelled and wanted to escape her control.

“Come on the Julia. Explain. Why won’t you let me model all my lovely new stuff?”

I looked into her big blue eyes. “It’s not that I don’t want you to. But once we find you a hostel space, I expect I won’t see you again until the boat comes on Friday, you pay me back and we wave goodbye.”

Felicity looked away from her empty plate, deep in thought, then turned and faced me.

“Auntie Julia,” she began, sucking in and biting her bottom lip like she was going to ask for money to go to the sweet shop. She paused for what seemed like an eternity then squeezed my hand in both of hers across the table and surprised me when she continued: “Can I stay?”

I looked into her eyes and saw a confused and vulnerable young woman.

“Please, Julia.”

I didn’t want to respond too quickly as I risked losing the advantage.

“Stay with me in my apartment until Friday?”

“Yes. Please Julia. I’d like that. I … I want to, Julia.”

“There would be conditions.”

“Oh. Such as?”

“We’d have to reassure the local police that you were here, and in no danger. But not reveal your whereabouts. Your friends must have reported you missing by now.

“I’d prefer not. They are not like, close friends, just people I was hanging out with, casually – no-one who knows I’m missing has any idea who I am – it would totally fuck up everything. There has to be another way.”

“Not convinced. Anyway, secondly: you don’t mix with anyone else on the island, OK? No guys, no rock-hard cocks, no clubbing, unless I chaperone you.”

“I could live with that for two days. I know you’ll look after me.”

“And lastly, you don’t tell me your age. It’s better if I don’t know.”

Felicity hd altyazılı porno giggled. “Best not talk to the police either then.”

“OK. That might be negotiable and we’ll let that slide for now. So now, my gorgeous pretty little thing; anything more for breakfast?”

“Erm, no thanks. You’re already spending too much on me.”

“It’s OK, really. It’s my treat.”

Felicity wiped syrup off her plate with her last piece of pancake and sat quietly for a moment.

“Julia …”

“Yes?”

“There’s something I need to tell you,” she continued.

“OK, go on.”

“I have no money.”

“I know, it’s OK. As I said, I’m getting this.”

“No, I mean, I have no money. At all. Not with me, not in my bag I left on the boat, not anywhere at all, actually. My mum has cut off all my allowance. I’ve spent all the money I earned when I was working briefly and basically now … I’m dead skint.”

“Oh, wow, OK then. So … how have you been living?”

“Easy really. How do you think most pretty girls do it? I’m fucking my way around Europe … Basically.”

I must have looked shocked.

“Not like that. I’m not a prostitute. But I can get maybe one meal a day and a night in a hostel in return for a blowjob or even just a handie. Although, and this may come as a surprise, I’m actually a virgin.”

“but you said …”

“Sorry, I lied. I won’t lie again. I promise.”

What could I say? I’d lied too.

“Oh my, Flix, no wonder you’re so hungry. And, I wish you didn’t have to do this. With men I mean.”

“So, can I stay with you? Until Friday?”

I smiled, trying not to look too lascivious. “Yes, my lovely. You can stay. And I expect nothing in return.”

“We’ll see, shall we, Auntie?”

My nipples tingled, and my clit too, as I pondered what those last few loaded words meant.

“Yes, Flix, we’ll see.” She smiled, and winked.

As I paid, the waitress looked at Felicity then at me, thanked me for my tip and gave me one in return: “Be careful.”

As we headed back towards the shore, Felicity hugged my arm close against her body. “Thank you, Julia. You’re a good woman.”

If only she knew.

“What shall we do? What should we do this morning?” she continued, in her enticing, chirpy rising intonation.

“Well sweetie it’s already 11 o’clock. What would you like to do?”

“Go back, get changed and hit the beach until lunchtime?”

“Sure. Then?”

“We’ll see, shall we?”

Then she leant into me and purred in my ear: “Julia, I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh, do tell,” I urged her.

She ran forward from me a few metres then turned to face me.

“Actions speak louder than words,” she taunted and, after looking around to make sure no-one was close by, she turned her back to me, bent forward from her supple hips and grasped her ankles. Her skirt rode up onto her firm bum and, yes, as I’d imagined, she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Then just as quickly, she stood upright and reached out a hand to me, pulling me along and laughing.

“Felicity,” I half-whispered.

“Yes?”

“Neither am I.”

“Julia.”

“yes?”

“Shall we skip the beach? We could pick up something for lunch and, well, just go back to your apartment and …”

“I interrupted and finished her sentence: ” … we’ll see, shall we?”

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I hope you enjoyed. Only another 10 chapters to go! Be patient, the sexual temperature rises as the story unfolds. The allure is in the slow burn; trust me.

Please rate and comment, and ladies, do write to me if you have something worth saying and let’s start a discussion. I always reply. Kisses, J

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Daddy and the Elevator

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“Dad!” Zarina screamed at the top of her lungs from the kitchen as she swallowed the last of her cereal. They were going to be late this morning and she couldn’t afford another absence at school this month. “It’s 8: 15…we’ve gotta run!”

Zarina was an average 18 year old high school student. Her grades weren’t wonderful and she would rather spend her time out with her friends or with her boyfriend Marcus. She knew her dad wasn’t a fan of her choice in men and noticed how he scowled every time Marcus was around. She knew the feeling was mutual as Marcus told her that he always had an uneasy feeling about her dad.

Brunette hair and exceptional turquoise eyes that shone like the sea, Zarina knew she was an attractive young woman. Today she wore a tiny black skirt and a black baby-t shirt that read:

“Objects In T-Shirt Are Larger Than They Appear”.

Her hair was in a long pony tail and her bangs were brushed to the side.

“Dad!” She screamed again, getting no response. She grabbed her backpack off of the kitchen counter and walked to the front door of their large condo.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” came a voice from behind her.

Her dad, Jerrick, was a doctor at a nearby practice. He stood about a foot taller than herself and had salt and pepper hair which Zarina thought made him look distinguished.

They’re relationship had always been one of distance as neither one sought to become close with the other. Zarina’s mother, Savannah, wasn’t much different. She was usually more busy writing her novel than she was being a mother.

“You two haven’t left yet?” Savannah approached the condominium doorway where her daughter was standing. “You’re supposed to be at school in 15 minutes. Where’s your father?” She placed her hands on her hips in exasperation.

“I was just grabbing a different tie.” Jerrick came up behind his wife and wrapped his arms around her. He twirled her around and kissed her passionately on the lips. Zarina adjusted her backpack and rolled her eyes. Sometimes she hated how much ‘PDA’ her parents showed.

“You’re in a good mood today…” Her mom giggled as Jerrick slid his hand along his wife’s crotch, teasing her.

“You have no idea how….frustrated….I am right now, Vannah.” He whispered in her ear and placed his wifes hand on his crotch so she could feel just how hard he was.

Zarina threw the door open. “I’m waiting at the elevator, dad. When you’re done molesting mom, I’ll be outside.” she pulled the door shut behind her.

Jerrick pushed his wife up against the door. “Honey, you’re going to be late,” his wife smiled. He smirked and leaned in to kiss her again.

“I’ll call in sick…” he slid his hand inside her pants and rubbed his fingers against her shaved clit. “Your daughter is waiting by the elevator. Please take her to school.” his wife begged.

“Spoilsport.” he mumbled, pulling his hand out and grabbing his briefcase. Jerrick adjusted his pants to compensate for his growing hard-on. “We’ll finish this later, then.” He kissed his wife once more before heading out the door.

Zarina stood impatiently waiting by the elevator, having already pushed the button. “There’s no way altyazılı porno I’m going to be on time now,” she huffed at her dad.

Jerrick glanced at his daughter. “I’ll write you a note. Don’t worry, Zar.” he said. The elevator dinged and opened in front of them, void of other parties. They stepped in and Zarina pushed the button for the lobby.

“Whatever, dad.” she rolled her eyes.

Jerrick was getting fed up with his daughters attitude lately. She had been missing school to hang out with her boyfriend and she had no interest in the fact that it was her final year or looking into collages.

Zarina let her backpack fall to the ground and leaned against the wall of the elevator. Jerrick looked his daughter up and down. She was turning into a young woman and looked remarkably like her mother. As Jerrick suddenly thought of his wife, he remembered just how horny he was. He shifted his cock in his pants once more.

The elevator screeched to a sudden halt and the main lights went out, leaving the lone emergency light.

“What the fuck?” swore Zarina.

“Don’t swear,” said Jerrick, pressing the communication button on the elevator panel so that he could talk to security. The button did nothing.

“Fuck.” he swore. Zarina smirked. “What the hell are we supposed to do now?”

“I dunno, wait, I guess.” said Zarina. The solitary emergency light barely lit up the space around them. It was dim and the elevator was warm. Jerrick loosened his tie and glanced at his daughter, reading the words on her shirt. “Why do you were shirts like that?” he spat at her.

Zarina scowled at her father. “‘Cause I’m a whore, dad. I want all the guys to read my shirt and want to fuck my brains out.” she spat back at him sarcastically.

Jerrick narrowed his eyes at her. He was a patient man, but only to a certain degree. He was sexually frustrated and angry at being stuck in an elevator for who knows how long. His arm suddenly shot up and he grabbed his daughter by her pony tail.

“You know, I’ve had just about enough of that smart mouth of yours.” he growled, pulling her head back and glaring into her eyes. Zarina’s mouth fell open slightly as she looked up at her dad. Jerrick pushed her up against the opposite wall of the elevator, still holding her by her pony tail.

“Dad…” Zarina looked fearfully into her fathers angry eyes.

“You dress like a little slut and then you make jokes about it to me? How is that fair? I’m standing here with a monster of a hard on and you just couldn’t care less, could you?” he spat at her.

“Dad, I’m not…” she swallowed.

“Shut up, you little slut.” he leaned in closer to her. “I think a little slut like you needs a good solid cock inside you, don’t you?” While Jerrick held onto his daughters pony tail with one hand, he undid his belt with is other hand. “This will be better than anything that fuck up of a boyfriend could give you.”

Zarina just shook her head in disbelief. She couldn’t believe what her father was about to do. She prayed the elevator would start up again and that he wouldn’t touch her. She prayed in vain.

Jerricks pants fell to the ground, revealing his tented boxers. He reached türkçe altyazılı porno up underneath his daughters skirt and pulled her panties down. A black thong. Just what he would have expected from his little slut of a daughter. “Take them off.” He ordered.

Zarina complied and removed her panties, pushing them away with her foot. Jerrick reached his hand underneath his daughters skirt again, finding a smoothly shaved cunt. “You shave your pussy for that fucker?” he yanked at her ponytail again. Jerrick began to massage his fingers against his daughters clit, finding that she was already dripping wet.

“You dirty little whore. You’re already wet for me.”

He shoved two of his fingers inside his daughters awaiting cunt. Probing his fingers deep inside her, he heard a slight gasp from his daughter.

“You like it, don’t you? Say it. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you right now.”

Zarina couldn’t believe this was happening to her. She knew her dad and her mom fucked like rabbits…and did it more or less right in front of her, but she would never have expected for him to suddenly turn on her like this. She had never thought about her dad in such a carnal way before. Seeing her dads cock tenting his boxers was making her wet, though.

She hated the fact that she wondered what it would be like to feel it inside of her. Zarina and Marcus fucked each others brains out every chance they got, and sometimes even fucked other people. Zarina hated to admit the fact that she really was the whore her dad seemed to think she was.

Jerrick tightened his grip on his daughters pony tail. “Say it, bitch. You want my cock, don’t you?” Jerrick pulled his cock out of his boxers, showing it to his daughter. He gripped her hair harder and smacked her face.

“Yes.”

“Say ‘Yes, Daddy’, slut.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” He forced his daughter onto her knees and brought her sweet young mouth up to his mature cock.

“You’re going to suck Daddy’s cock now.” He held tight to her pony tail and forced her to take him into her mouth, moving her head back and forth to his need.

Zarina looked up at her dad lustfully. She still couldn’t believe she and her dad were doing this. She had been with mature men before, but somehow the thought of fucking her dad had never entered the picture. The picture had widened.

“You like that, don’t you bitch? You like sucking on your Daddy’s cock.” He brought her mouth away from his cock long enough for her to answer:

“Yes, Daddy.”

He shoved his cock back in her mouth and used her head again. “Daddy loves your sweet young mouth, slut.”

Jerrick brought his daughters head away from his cock again and pulled her up to a standing position. He let go of her hair while he hoisted her up against the wall of the elevator so that she had to wrap her legs around him for support. He placed his shaft between her legs and teased her clit, feeling just how dripping wet his slut of a daughter really was.

Zarina could feel how wet she was. She was so turned on by the forcefullness of her father that she actually did crave his cock inside her. His teasing right now was just making it worse.

“Daddy…”

“What hd altyazılı porno do you want, bitch?”

“I want you to make me cum on your thick cock, Daddy.”

That was all Jerrick needed to hear. He placed his naked cock at his daughters pussy lips and rammed it deep inside her. She let out a yelp as he did so.

Jerrick wasn’t about to go easy on his slutty daughter. He knew she wasn’t a virgin and that she would take whatever was given to her. “You like my cock inside you, slut?”

Zarina let out a loud moan in response. Jerrick brought her hands above her head as he rammed his cock deep inside his daughters tight pussy. She soaked his cock with her juices.

“Oh…DADDY!” She screamed.

“Fucking slut, I want you to cum on my cock.” Zarina could feel herself about to cum on her dad’s massive cock.

“Fuck me, Daddy…” she moaned loudly as she came.

“That’s it, slut.” He pulled his cock out of his daughters cunt as soon as she came and forced her onto the ground on all fours. Jerrick approached his daughter from behind, grabbed her hips and shoved his cock into her pussy again. He rocked her back and forth on his cock using her hips.

He smacked his daughters firm ass and rubbed it as it turned red. He began pounding into her harder than he was able to against the elevator wall.

“Fuck…Daddy….yeah….” she moaned loudly. Jerrick grabbed his daughter by her pony tail again, pounding his thick cock into her tight young cunt.

“GOD!” He yelled loudly, grabbing his daughters hair tighter. “You’re such a little slut.” He pulled himself out of his daughter and forced her on her knees in front of him as he came on her face.

Zarina stuck her tongue out to grab the cum that she could as it dripped off her chin. She wiped the cum off of her face and licked it off of her fingers.

“Such a little whore…you’ve got cum all over your face.” He grabbed her pony tail again to pick her up off of the ground. He shoved her against the wall of the elevator again as he pulled his pants back on and did his belt buckle up. “I can see what that fuck of a boyfriend sees in you. You’re a good fuck.”

Zarina bent down to pick her panties up off of the ground so she could put them back on. “Oh no you don’t,” Jerrick grabbed the panties out of her hand. “Sluts like you don’t get to wear panties to school.”

“Yes, Daddy.” she complied.

“I’m going to fuck you again when you get home from school today. You better be fucking ready, whore.”

Zarina just nodded at her dad. She actually liked feeling his cock inside her and actually looked forward to coming home from school tonight and having to please her dad again. The emergency light in the elevator flickered and the light behind the elevator panel lit up.

“Hello? Is there anyone in the elevator?” came a voice from the security box.

Jerrick pressed the communication button again on the elevator. “Yeah…where the fuck have you guys been?”

“We’re going to work on getting you out of there, Sir. It may take an hour or so, though. Just hang in there.” said the voice.

“Fucking unbelievable,” he said grabbing his daughter again. “Looks like we’re going to be in here a little bit longer, bitch. I have some plans for you…”

Zarina bit her lower lip in anticipation. Her pussy was sore, and she knew her dad had more plans for her while they were stuck in the elevator…

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Kinky Carla Pt. 02: Seduction

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For the rest of the weekend, I kept picturing that lewdly exciting scene I witnessed in the parking garage. It quickly dawned on me that I was becoming increasingly obsessed with Carla. I was anxious to go to the office, then to figure out a way to connect with her.

I knew that Carla was a smoker, because I often saw her sitting on the courtyard benches where smoking is allowed. As with most smoking areas, it was pushed off to the downwind side, under a large tree. That Monday, after a quick lunch, I went downstairs and walked across the courtyard. I saw her! She was about to light-up.

I approached the bench. When she saw me, I managed what must have been a nervous smile. I spoke. “Would you mind me sharing this bench with you?” She glanced quickly around the area, obviously noticing that there were other benches that were empty. She replied,

“Oh, not at all. That is, as long as you don’t mind cigarette smoke. I’m about to light up.”

“I don’t mind a bit. I used to be a pack-a-day guy myself, so the smell kinda brings back fond memories. And I’d rather sit here in the shade, than bake in the sun. By the way, my name is Adam.”

“Hi. I’m Carla. You look familiar. Don’t I know you from somewhere?”

“I think our offices might be on the same floor. Twentieth floor, isn’t it?”

“Ah yes. That must be it. I knew I saw you before.”

We chatted very comfortably for a few minutes. Seeing her up-close for the first time, I took mental note. All-in-all, I found her attractive. First, she was tastefully attired in her business ensemble of a white blouse, dark slacks and a well-tailored jacket. She possessed a sparkling personality. In a word, I would describe her as vivacious and outgoing.

Her physical attributes were very much to my liking. I have always been attracted to large, soft and full-figured women. And I have a special “thing” for older, mature-minded ones. (I’m quite sure that I have had this predilection because of something that I experienced when I was eleven years old. That event also led to my first masturbation. But that’s a long story, better left for another time.)

As the week progressed, I actively sought more time with Carla, at the only place I knew she might be. We spoke easily, freely and openly about a wide range of topics – from the weather to more exotic subjects. One thing struck me as being unusual. While her overall countenance might be described as “ladylike,” certain vulgarities flowed from her lips quite easily, with a fluidity borne of familiar and frequent use of such words.

In time, Carla and I became quite familiar with each other. There was only one subject that I meticulously avoided, which was anything having to do with age. This was as my guiding rule whenever I had any interaction with an older woman. I had a feeling that she had some appreciation of my reluctance to “go there.”

So she surprised me, one day, when out of the blue, she asked me, “How old are you, Adam?” When I told her that I was 30, she rolled her eyes and said, “Oh shit! Both of my kids are older than you. I probably started having puffy cunt lips from before you were born! Geezus fucking Christ! 30?” The way she delivered her Beylikdüzü escort feigned tirade, I knew she was joking, and it gave me a chuckle. Then, in a more somber tone, she continued.

“But seriously, Adam. I love your company, but I can’t figure out why a young guy like you would even bother hanging out with a fat old bag like me? Maybe you feel pity for a flabby old broad like me? Just talking to you I can tell that you could have just about any young lady you want. Are you gay or something?” I laughed at the thought and responded.

“No no, Carla. I am definitely not gay. And I don’t know why you see yourself as a ‘fat old bag.’ Personally, I find you very attractive.” With that, I saw her eyes widen and her mouth fall open. I guessed that she was surprised to hear what I said, that being that I found her attractive. She was about to say something, but I cut her off.

“Just hear me out, Carla. Then I’ll listen to whatever you have to say. First of all, you have such beautiful eyes. When the sunlight hits them, they change from a warm blue to fiery green. And they have a look that makes me think that there is a naughty side to you. Yeah, that’s it. You have deliciously ‘naughty eyes!’ Also, your body drips with sexual beauty. You may not know this, but many guys my age find your mature body style to be absolutely irresistible. Myself, I don’t care for that skinny cover girl look. I prefer a woman of abundance. A lavishly large and full-bodied woman always arouses me … and gets me hot. Maybe that’s why, when I see an ad for weight loss products, I always prefer the ‘before’ to the ‘after.'”

Carla appeared stunned by what I had to say. It looked as though she was trying to digest what I said and was trying to find the words to respond. Finally, she spoke.

“Well, uh … holy shit, Adam! It’s been years … no … make that decades … since anyone has paid me a compliment about my looks. And I don’t think anyone has ever described me as being sexually attractive. At least not in the way you just did. Wow! I had no idea. I know you were eyeing-up my tits a few times. But I had no idea. So you say that I arouse you? Are you aroused right now?”

I decided to “go for it.” By saying and doing what I was about to, I knew that I ran the risk of offending her, which would likely end our still-developing relationship. I told her this.

“Let me answer you by showing you. I’m going to stand and move to the other side of you. When I move past you, I’ll be facing you. See it you can notice whether you have me aroused.” As it was with every time that I sat with Carla, I had an erection, just realizing that this woman is the one that cast caution to the wind, to sate her carnal need for a fucking. I could feel my hardness, trapped in my confining pants, and pressing hard against my body. A quick glance downward confirmed for me that I had a prominent bulge, even while seated.

I stood and started to move past her. Then, I stood directly in front of her and feigned a yawn, which made my hips jut forward. Looking down my body again, I saw that my bulge was very obvious and noticeable, and unmistakably caused by my now fully-erect cock pressing hard against Beylikdüzü escort the fabric of my pants.

I saw Carla’s eyes riveted on my erection. Her eyes smoldered and she bit her upper lip. As soon as I sat on the other side of her, she spoke.

“Holy crap, honey! That boner of yours is quite impressive! Now you have me so-o-o-o hot to have it! I have this maddening urge to feel it in my hands … then to lick it … and suck it for you. And if I please you, will you use it to fuck me? I have this feeling that you can fuck me real good!” With that, she sat quietly for just a couple of seconds, then continued.

“Is there somewhere private in your office where we can do it?”

“No. Our employees are free to roam anywhere, and my office door doesn’t have a lock.”

“Yeah. Shit! Same with my office.” She went quiet again, seemingly in deep thought. Then she went on.

“Do you have a car, and do you park in our garage?” I told her that I did. I thought I knew what she had in mind, having witnessed her recent escapade. It worried me, and I tried to talk her out of it. I told her, “If you have in mind what I think you have in mind, we have to be careful. There must be many people coming back from lunch. They will be all over the place.”

She took my hand in hers and said, “Trust me. I have a plan.”

We walked to the garage elevator and hurried to my car. She sat in the front passenger seat. Then, she instructed me to start the car and to drive to the top floor of the parking structure. There, she directed me to a stall which was against a wall. “Ok. Now park with the wall on my side of the car, then get out of the car and come around the back to my door.”

I did as I was instructed. By the time I came around to her, she had her door open and was sitting sideways with her feet on the ground. She said, “Ok. Now stand as close as you can to me.”

I felt her fingers unzipping. Then she fumbled trying to get my hardened cock through the opening in my briefs. She seemed to be struggling, so I reached down to help her. As I did this, I bent at my waist to give my cock more room to come out.

At last, my cock sprung free. In a heartbeat, she bent slightly and I felt her take me into her mouth. Placing her hands on my hips, she helped me move as she massaged my dick with her closed lips and her warm wet mouth.

After a few minutes of her elegant and expert cock sucking with her lips clamped snugly around my shaft, she leaned further toward me and tilted her head slightly backward. She continued holding my hips to help me thrust into her mouth in a way that made me remember the rhythm of fucking. I was becoming lost in the exquisite pleasure of her ardent blowjob.

I soon learned why she had tilted her head. I felt her hands move from my hips to lock her arms around my ass. At the same time, I felt her lips parting away from my shaft. I looked downward to see what she was doing, which now felt quite different. I saw her mouth open wide, as her arms aggressively pulled my body tighter to her face. As she did this, she also slammed her face very hard against me.

I had never before felt such a sensation. Now, my cock was Escort Beylikdüzü not merely sliding in and out of her mouth. Instead, I felt much more pressure clamping around my cock head. I heard her guttural sounds “mmff … aarg … ungh … ” and realized what she was doing. With her head tilted, she was in position to take my erect member fully into the tight confines of her throat. She kept slamming her head aggressively. So much so that I could hear a very soft “thunk” every time my cock rammed the back of her throat.

Then, with my cock still lodged deeply in her throat, she closed her lips on me again. The sensation was dizzyingly exquisite! While I felt the tight confines of her throat, at the same time the rest of my cock was treated to the warm soft embrace of her lips, with the underside of my cock sliding smoothly over her slippery tongue. I recall thinking that what she was doing to me was no mere blowjob. No. What she was delivering to me was an energetic and dedicated throat fucking!

I dearly wanted the pleasure of her expert oral ministrations to last much longer. But it only took a few more minutes for her skill, in doing me this way, to achieve what she wanted. I started to pant and my breathing became ragged. I tried to suppress my moans of pleasure, but I could not, once I felt the precursor of my impending orgasm.

I felt the familiar heat radiating from my lower belly, outward to my hips. This usually signals that my cumming would not be of the slowly-developing, pleasurable type, but would engulf me, with an explosive and complete release.

In time, I knew I was about to ejaculate. I tried to pull away from Carla’s oral embrace to avoid shooting my semen into her mouth. She would have none of that. Grasping my ass, she stopped my effort to move away, murmuring a disapproving “mm mmm.”

I felt my throbbing cock thicken in spasms even more as I cried out in the powerful throes of my ecstasy … cumming in long squirts … as Carla sucked harder … as though she was trying to drink every drop of my warm, clear/white fluid. She had “done” me so completely that my breathing continued to be labored and my legs wobbled under me.

Once Carla knew that I was completely spent, she made a ring by touching the tips of her thumb and forefinger, wrapping it tightly around the base of my cock. Pulling along my softening shaft, she “milked” whatever liquid was left in me, licking the pearls of emerging cum from my pee hole.

After she zipped me up, I went back to the driver’s seat. Carla’s cheeks were stained with her eye makeup blended with her tears that must have flowed as she was gagging to take my cock deeper into her throat. As I started to drive back to my parking stall, she spoke.

“Did you like that, honey?”

“Like it? That was un-fucking-believable!! Please don’t take this the wrong way, but you are one amazing cocksucker!”

She smiled, then said, “You’re right about one thing. I absolutely love sucking cock. And I’ll do that for you any time you want. The next time, when we are more comfortable, I’ll show you how I can use other parts of my body to give you an even more mind-blowing dick sucking.”

Once back downstairs, we exchanged email and phone info. Back in my office, I wondered when we would next be together. I had a feeling it would not be too long. And would I come to know why she is referred to as “Kinky Carla?”

Next: “Kinky Carla Part 3 – Releasing her Kink.”

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Key for a Lasting Marriage

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July 20 was my thirty-ninth wedding anniversary, why yes, thank you very much it is quite an achievement. People have been asking me the secret of having a marriage that has lasted this long in fact so often I have been pondering an answer. I read a blog in Yahoo News the other day titled ‘In Love? It’s Not Enough to Keep a Marriage.’ This piece is loaded with stats gathered from 2500 couples that were tracked from 2001 to 2007. According to the blog, your history is what determines the success of you marriage. Along with age separation, children brought to the marriage, they also included success of you parent’s marriage. I just can’t go along with this numbers crunch; of course, your past will influence your marriage but it does not determine if your marriage will fail.

So how does a man who already has one failed marriage with two children that he is sharing custody with and helping support stay married for over thirty-nine years? How did this woman almost young enough to be from a different generation and from a far different background stay with him for thirty-nine years? The main answer is love and yet it takes Beylikdüzü escort more than love to make a marriage work, I mean if you didn’t love each other you would not have married in the first place. Another answer is happiness but if you aren’t Pollyanna, you’re not going to be happy 24/7. Don’t even think that money will make a marriage work; for one thing believe me, you don’t have that much money. Money might buy things but things get boring fast. Having children might keep some people together for a while but it just might drive others apart. If you can’t even agree on what film to see how will you be able to agree on how you want to raise a child?

I’m sure we all agree that sex is an important part of all relationships. However, after thirty-nine years sex manages to slip in the all important ratings department. An open sexual fantasy that partners are able to discuss with each other will help make sexual enjoyment a lasting part of any marriage. I know it’s not possible to discuss every fantasy with every partner but knowing your mates tastes will help in giving satisfaction.

I feel one Beylikdüzü escort of the most important parts of a successful marriage is communication. You and your partner need to keep a dialog to understand the feeling and needs of each other. Is your wife going to be happy with you all of the time? No way, but if she feels she can’t tell you that whatever you are doing bothers her it grows from an annoyance, to a problem that is going to erupt somewhere in the future. If this problem is discussed when it is just an annoyance it has a better chance of being resolved than after it has been allowed to fester into a problem, causing an argument. Not every annoyance can be fixed, some traits cannot be changed, yet at least they are brought up in an open dialog there is a better chance of a compromise being reached.

It is simple logic to see that all partnerships need compromise to survive, whether it’s business, love, or even doubles for tennis. Still marriage is long term and harder to maintain. This leads to the most important part of a long-term marriage and that is commitment. A long-term relationship is Escort Beylikdüzü a goal worthy of complete commitment. A couple committed to a long term will not allow day-to-day problems escalate into something larger. Compromise means sacrifice to attain something, if there is something you want from your mate it might mean giving up something else to them to get what you want. There will always be things that are beyond compromise, and that’s how it should be. The compromise then becomes an agreement to disagree.

All I am saying is marriage, as life is a game of give and take. If you don’t allow yourself to become too upset on that which you cannot change you will have a better chance of success. Forget about the math; don’t try to make it a fifty-fifty partnership, or sixty-forty. The keys to a long lasting relationship is when both sides try to make it seventy-thirty, meaning don’t try to make it equal try to make your partner happy with no thought about what you will get out of it. Having said all this you need to know not every relationship can work long term. If you are in an unhappy marriage and staying together just because you think you should you’re making a mistake. Don’t give up too easy yet don’t stay unhappy too long either.

Enjoy your life, enjoy your marriage, and don’t dwell on that you cannot change. With positive thoughts, you will make your life happier.

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Pixie Pt. 03 Ch. 08: Nasty Nesta

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At the station we were met by a chauffeuse with a card saying ‘Emm and Angie’, so there was no doubt about who she was waiting for. She eyed Angie up, as Angie stared at her; this was going to be fun.

Angie and Emm held hands in the car. They quite clearly wanted to devour each other, and I felt as out of place as the shy one at some orgy.

We swept into the drive of an Edwardian manor house, and from thence were shown into the hall, where we were invited into the lounge by a maid; you could tell she was a maid, something about the obscenely short skirt and the tits thrust out of the sexy maid’s outfit. Over by the fireplace stood a blonde woman of middle height. By her aura of authority, we knew who she was before she spoke.

‘I am Mistress Nesta,’ she said, her voice surprisingly deep. Her perfectly cut two-piece suit, with its shortish skirt and fitted jacket, showed off her peachy ass, shapely legs and firm bust. She exuded wealth and power.

‘I am Slave Angie,’ said Angie, falling to her knees, where Emm already was, crawling to Nesta and kissing her shoes.

‘I am Slave Slut Emm,’ she said, her head on the floor next to Nesta’s expensively shod feet.

‘Well, my, aren’t you two the perfect sluts. And who are you?’ That last was directed at me.

‘I’m Pixie, I’m their lawyer, just in case any papers need signing, ignore me otherwise.’

‘Well you’re the cutest little thing, so I may well not ignore you. Now, ladies,’ she said, I want you down in the basement dungeon as soon as you have showered. If you go to your rooms, you will find all you need.’

With that, she exited, leaving Angie and Emm to get up.

I could see from their body language that they were aroused. I do not think I have ever seen anyone get upstairs faster.

The bedrooms were enormous, and we seemed to be sharing one giant one. The screen on the wall flashed into life and a voice said:

‘Strip, ladies, your attendants will be here shortly.”

I think I could have watched Emm and Angie strip as a hobby.

Emm’s body never failed to turn me on. Five foot seven of blonde sex goddess, her pert, 36c breasts were so firm they needed no bra, and her ass, kept in shape by working out and daily swimming, as tight, firm and luscious, while her body, lasered smooth as it was, looked like a model for a Greek statue of Venus. However many times I saw that body, I never stopped marvelling. No wonder other women lost their heads over her.

I’d have hated to have been nude with her, the comparison would have been ludicrous. But it was not so with Angie. Slightly older, her breasts were also firm, and if I was any judge (which I am) she was the same size as Emm. Her blonde hair tied in a pony-tail, and her clothes off, she seemed to me the only woman who could stand comparison with Emm. But where Emm exuded an almost innocent sense of sexy fun, Angie Beylikdüzü escort exuded kinky, but classy, sex-appeal.

The door opened, and two tall blonde women entered, wearing, well, to tell the truth, not a great deal beyond a bikini which hid nothing very much, but tended rather to emphasis the cunt and the nipples.

‘You will come with me.’

Each of them paired up with one of my friends, and led them off to the shower room.

‘You may watch but not take part.’

Oh, my, her German accent was the perfect one to utter such lines.

I was so glad to have been asked in.

Each blonde went into the wet room with their chosen woman and made a thorough job of washing them.

That done, each of them was led into an adjoining room.

‘That was just the initial showering, now, ladies, to ensure you are thoroughly clean.’

I soon saw what she meant.

To Emm’s delight, they were both put on a couch and had enema tubes fitted. If there was any pinnacle to Emm’s kinky delights pre-sex, it was the enema. Angie seemed rather to enjoy it too. I made my excuses and left. For me, if not for Emm, some things were best kept private.

It was interesting, I thought, thus far no one had shown any sign of picking up the transmitting devices, which meant, at the very least, headquarters knew our exact location. If nothing else came of our adventure, we now knew the location of the Ms. Big of the slave-trafficking organisation in southern England.

My train of thought was interrupted by the arrival back in the room of Angie and Emm. I gasped when I saw them.

Emm’s nipple bars had been removed and replaced with nipple clamps, chained together and attached to the leash by which she was being led. She wore six inch heels, strapped to her feet, and nothing else. Angie was similarly ‘clad.’ The heels stretched their legs, emphasising their asses, which swayed as they walked.

‘Bend.’

They turned and bent. Both assholes were plugged.

‘Stand.’

They did. I followed as they were led from the room.

There is something about a beautiful, sexy woman on a leash which, as it were, ‘does it’ for me. I felt a tell-tale wetness between my thighs, and my knickers felt damp as I walked behind them.

We were all led into the dungeon.

There we were met by Mistress Nesta, now in full bondage gear – thigh boots, short, tight leather skirt, and leather bra – and brandishing a whip.

She ordered the minions to string Emm and Angie ‘up by the tits.’

Both emitted groans as their chains were attached to hooks in the ceiling. They were facing each other.

‘Kiss, sluts,’ Mistress Nesta ordered.

In order to encourage them, she whipped Emm’s back, then Angie’s.

They began to kiss, their movements making the chains on their nipples move, and thus causing them pain.

Mistress Beylikdüzü escort Nesta whipped them both, turn and turn about, concentrating on their backs and asses. They more she whipped, the more they kissed.

As I watched them kiss and rub against each other, I had to fight the desire growing in me to touch my cunt. She ordered them to be ‘cut down.’

Emm and Angie sank to their knees.

Nothing daunted, Emm crawled over to Mistress Nesta.

‘May I clean your boots, Mistress?’

‘My, you are a feisty one, most sluts would have needed a break.’

Emm began to lick.

Angie, who adored boot-licking, joined her.

The erotic charge of watching those two gorgeous blondes licking Nesta’s boots was so powerful I thought I might actually orgasm spontaneously.

Emm and Angie began to work their way up.

Oh, my, I thought, this was carefully choreographed.

Angie was kneeling in front of her, working her way slowly with her tongue up to her knees, then to her inner thighs, and finally to between her thighs, where, gripping her clit in her practiced lips, she drew a cry of, ‘oh fuck,’ from her.

At the same time, Emm was mounting the same assault from behind, and to deadly effect. Her tongue really ought to have been classified as a deadly weapon, and once she reached Nesta’s ass, spread it, and began tonguing it, that was the signal for the fun to begin.

Well, I thought, there was really only way to sustain Nesta through her ‘ordeal,’ so stepping forward, I offered to tie her arms to the chains hanging from the ceiling. She nodded her assent, gasping as she did so. Standing on a stool I did it. And so the fun began.

Angie stood up, unzipped Nesta’s skirt, lowering it, and her knickers followed suite, with Angie stuffing them in her mouth. Nesta’s eyes lit up, and as she moaned, her intense pleasure was obvious. It would soon increase.

Emm got behind her, spreading her ass cheeks, and she began to lick her asshole, rimming it as only Emm could, before spitting into it three times, and rubbing her spit in. Nesta’s moans could be heard, even through Emm’s panties.

In the meantime, Angie was attaching wicked-looking nipple clamps to Nesta’s swollen teats. The wet panties did not muffle the groaning, which increased as Angie began to slap her tits.

So, I had been right, I reflected. Like so many dominatrixes, Nesta had a secret urge to submit. Well, Angie and Emm were now exploiting that to the full. Not, I would have to admit, in the Handbook, but by the looks of it, bloody effective. Emm really did need to be given the job of revising the manual – and speaking of manual.

Emm was kneading Nesta’s ass as though it was made of two mounds of dough, and her tongue had disappeared up the anal passageway she had opened, and Angie was taking a bull-whip to her ass and back. Nesta’s groans Escort Beylikdüzü could he heard through the gag, and her thighs glistened, as her juices flowed. The more Angie wielded the whip, the more Nesta moaned. Mind you, that might have been Emm’s tongue and its effects, of course.

Nesta seemed to have entered deep into sub space. Her eyes were glazed, the drool was dripping down onto her rather large, but clamped tits. Then Angle started on her cunt … with her lips I am relieved to say. All the whip stuff was freaking me out, though Emm, Angie and Nesta were all enjoying themselves hugely.

Then Nesta had the most enormous orgasm. It wracked her whole body, and she came in floods. Emm lapped it all up, licking her through what turned out to be the early stages of a long, continuous orgasm. Angie ripped the wet knickers from her mouth and spat in her face. She moaned.

‘Oh fuck, fuck.’

And for the next few minutes that was about all she said, apart from some inaudible mumblings. I had thought Emm the wettest girl I had ever seen when having an orgasm, but Nesta was competing well, her cunt seemed to send spasms of juice spraying ever few seconds. Angie was in seventh heaven, drinking copiously, sharing with Emm.

Time, I thought, to assert myself.

As she calmed down, I went over to her, twisted her nipples

‘Okay, cunt, now would you like more of this?’

Wrecked, she looked up at me.

At that moment, Emm began to insert a needle, suitably sterilized of course, into her meaty lips,

She screamed.

She did so with the other five piercings.

‘Okay, Angie, complete the equipment.’

Angie placed five pretty tungsten steel rings through the piercings, fixing each with a tiny lock. It left enough room for her to pee, but her cunt was now out of bounds, unless, of course, one had the keys.

She came again in the process, but then Emm’s tongue was back up her ass. Few resisted Emm and her ass-licking.

When she calmed down, she thanked us effusively.

‘Thank you Mistresses.’

‘Good slut. Now I assume you want a set of keys?’

I smiled as I asked the question.

‘Yes, Mistress.’

‘Well, bitch, all you have to do is to give us the password to your encrypted files and you can have a set.’

She looked startled.

She gave it readily.

Emm, who was our computer whizz, got to work on the computer in the corner. She transferred all the details to our Headquarters.

‘Right, bitch. If anything changes in the next day, there will be no keys for you. A set will be delivered in the morning.’

‘Aren’t you going to cut me down?’

‘No, have fun,’ Angie said.

With that, they dressed and we exited the dungeon.

The Maids looked puzzled.

‘We’re off, your Mistress asked not to be disturbed for the next hour.’

Well, as we had gagged her again, she wasn’t going to contradict us, was she?

And that, was how the ladies from AUNTIE cracked the biggest trafficking ring in the south of England. Of course, the report of the House of Commons Select Committee omitted that part, for some reason.

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