The Adventures of a Nerd Ch. 04

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Kevin’s life was going great. He was near the top of all of his classes, had job recruiters contacting him almost daily, and, thanks to his former professor, Anna Price, was getting laid on a regular basis. That’s not to say that they were ever really a couple. Kevin knew that Anna was just using him for sex. The truth was that he didn’t mind one bit. It was the perfect setup as far as Kevin was concerned. The lack of commitment or a relationship with Anna meant that Kevin had more time for his studies and working towards a well-paying career.

Anna, on the other hand, was getting bored with her arrangement with Kevin. Sure, it was fun for a while and helped her get over her divorce, but things were beginning to get stale. Anna positively loved teaching Kevin the ways of sex. Even though he possessed a cock that would make him the envy of most porn actors, his lack of technique and experience would only get him so far. Moreover, his shyness, while cute in the abstract, was frustrating. However, Anna’s sessions with Kevin over the last few months had taken care of both issues. Sometimes, now, Kevin would show up at Anna’s apartment unannounced and, without saying a word, have his way with her. The way he could make every inch of her body shake was exhilarating. It was mind-blowing. It was utterly animalistic. So why then, Anna wondered to herself, was something wrong?

…

Anna had already ordered herself a vanilla latte with skim milk and had grabbed a seat, by the time Donna entered the coffee shop. Donna was one of Anna’s closest friends and had been since their college days when they were members of the same sorority. Donna was also the only other person that knew about Anna’s dalliances with Kevin, having encouraged it from the start. Every year, pledges at their sorority were charged with taking a naked photograph of a random male “target,” which often proved challenging. Kevin was one such target and his photograph made quite an impression at this year’s Pledge Day among the sisters due to his enormous member. After considerable drinking, Donna convinced Anna that Kevin was the perfect way for Anna to get over Sean, whom she found cheating on her. Since then, Donna had become Anna’s confidant in the matter, wanting to know all over the intimate details.

Anna waved at Donna and Donna proceeded to sit down across from Anna in the booth.

“I got your text,” Donna said. “So you said that you had some news about Kevin. Don’t tell me that you’ve finally decided to go public with your relationship.”

“It was never a relationship, and you know it,” Anna said.

“From what you’ve told me, he gives the best orgasms of your life and consistently,” Donna said. “That’s more than most people in a supposed relationship have.”

Anna sighed and paused for a moment. “I think I’m going pendik escort to break it off with Kevin,” she said.

“What?” Donna exclaimed. “Why on Earth would you do that? You have what most women would die for,” she said. “Hell, the only way I get off any more is using my vibrator after Charlie falls asleep.”

Anna proceeded to tell Donna about her mixed emotions regarding Kevin. She went on at length about how their dynamic has shifted and how it just wasn’t the same anymore, mind-blowing orgasms aside.

“Hmm,” Donna said. “It sounds to me like you miss having total control over Kevin, now that he’s no longer in your class. I guess it makes sense. With Sean, you were always the passive one in the relationship. Kevin’s your way of reclaiming our own sense of control.”

“Even if you’re right,” Anna said, “then I think that’s all the more reason to break it off with Kevin. Plus, I’m pretty sure he’s at least fooling around with someone his own age. Call it a hunch, but he just seemed different the other weekend.”

“And that bothers you?” Donna asked. “Honey, you’ve been using the boy as a personal sex toy for months, all the while preaching how you want things with him to be casual.”

Anna thought about it for a few moments. “I don’t know. I’m actually OK with him being with other women. It’s not like I’m in love with him or anything. I don’t know. Maybe the thrill is just gone with Kevin and I should cut him loose. Does that make sense?”

“Oh, sweetie, I don’t think you should be hasty, ” Donna replied. “I think the real root of the problem is that you’re finding out new things about yourself that you’re afraid to explore.”

Anna took a sip of her latte. She asked, “What do you mean?”

“Have you ever thought about getting into S he wasn’t sure which one actually put it on him.

Enshrouded in darkness, Kevin felt a tug on his collar, as Anna led him into the club. He could still use his hands and placed one hand on Anna as she led him past the silver door.

The inside of the door opened to a larger seating area filled with sofas and chairs. Extending from the seating area were a series of hallways that had rooms on each side, although Anna could not see into any of them. She could hear moans of pleasure from one of the hallways, but could not pinpoint the room. Anna suppressed the feeling of butterflies in her stomach.

The seating area was mostly empty, with the exception of a couple sitting on one of the couches. The female member of the couple was a redhead, probably in her late 20s by Anna’s estimation, with a slim figure and of average height. She wore a tight corset that accentuated her medium-sized chest over a bright red dress that made her look like she had stepped out of a history book. The man, on the other hand, wore a modern business maltepe escort suit, with the exception of a mask and collar, similar to what Kevin was wearing. Unlike Kevin’s mask, however, his had zippers over his eyes and mouth and holes for his ears and nose. While the mouth zipper was open, the eye zippers were closed, meaning that John was also blind, like Kevin.

After seeing Anna and Kevin, the redhead stood up and rushed over to greet them. “Welcome,” she said. “I’m Melissa. Is this your first visit?”

“Yes, it is. I’m…Tina,” Anna found herself saying. While it was a small risk that anyone would ever find out about Anna’s visit to the club, she thought it prudent to lie about her real name, just in case. “This is Mike,” Anna said and tugged on Kevin’s leash.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet both of you,” Melissa said. “Over there is my husband, John. Would you like for us to give you the tour?”

“I’d love it,” Anna said, smiling.

Melissa grabbed Anna’s hand and led her over to the couch to collect John’s leash. She then escorted the three of them down one of the hallways. The first two doors down the hallway were closed, but the third door was ajar.

As the group arrived at the door, Anna poked her head into the room. The room was lit with a soft green glow that illuminated a cage in the far corner of the room. Hanging from the ceiling was a swing-like contraption, leaving its actual use to Anna’s imagination.

“This room may be a bit intense for newbies,” Melissa said. “I think I know the perfect room, to get the two of you started.” With that, she continued leading the group farther down the hallway, stopping at the next door. “This room should be perfect,” she said.

Anna followed Melissa and John into the room, leading Kevin in, as well. To his credit, Kevin was playing along perfectly and hadn’t said a word since the entryway of the club.

Inside the room was an X-shaped table that ran perpendicular to the ground. At each endpoint was a padded cuff. “It looks like a medieval torture device,” Anna thought to herself. The dim red lighting made the table look even more menacing. Located around the perimeter of the room were a number of wooden chairs. Every other chair had a similar set of cuffs attach to it on its arms and legs.

Melissa walked over to the table. “So this right here is a great way to begin, in my opinion. You’ll have complete control over Mike while he’s strapped down. You’ll need to decide, though, what type of control you want over him.”

“What do you mean,” Anna asked.

“I mean in a sexual way or a non-sexual way,” Melissa explained. “Not all that are into the lifestyle are strictly in it for carnal reasons.”

“Oh, um, I’d say sexual,” Anna replied.

Melissa smiled. “Good choice,” she said. “Do you need kartal escort any help setting him up?”

“If you could get us set up, that would be great,” Anna said.

“OK,” Melissa replied. “Well, since you’re looking for sexual control, I would suggest stripping him either partially or fully naked before putting him on the table.” Melissa paused. “Of course, if you’d like some privacy for that, I can show you how to operate the straps using John over there.”

Anna mulled over Melissa’s words. The was something about the way Melissa said the word, privacy, that made her wonder. She glanced over at the chairs located around the room before it hit her. “She’s asking to watch, isn’t she?” Anna thought to herself. A mix of emotions swept over Anna including fear and excitement. Of the two, excitement finally won out. “Why not?” she thought to herself. “Having an audience might help rekindle some of the spark, right?”

“Oh, that won’t be necessary,” Anna said to Melissa, nonchalantly, as she led Kevin to the table. “We’re not shy.” She was finally back in control and the feeling was wonderful.

“Great!” Melissa said. “Feel free to kick us out at any time,” she said with half smile. She grabbed John and led him over to one of the chairs with straps on it, forcing him to sit and quickly bound him to the chair. Melissa then unzipped the eye zippers in John’s mask, letting him see Anna and Kevin for the first time.

“You be a good boy,” Melissa said to John, as she zipped up the mouth hole in his mask, leaving him to breath through two small nose holes in his mask.

“Mmmmmmffff,” John said through his mask.

…

Kevin felt himself being led around by Anna and was eager to find out what she had planned for him, now that they were stopped. Not knowing where he was, he felt Anna turn him around and undo his collar. He could feel her breath on his neck from behind and the press of her breasts against his back, as she lifted up his shirt. Eager for something to finally happen, Kevin help pull his shirt the rest of the way off, leaving him topless from the waist up with the exception of his mask.

“Finally,” Kevin said, forgetting for a moment that he was unlikely to hear Anna’s response. All that he could feel was Anna placing her hand over his mouth, indicating that she wanted him to remain silent.

Anna pushed Kevin backwards towards what felt like a bench, but slightly higher off the ground. “Does she want me to sit?” he wondered. The continued pressure from Anna’s hand on Kevin’s bare chest answered his question for him. He sat down and felt Anna continue to push against his chest. “Oh, she wants me to lie down,” he thought, complying with her silent request as her hand guided him backwards onto the table.

Kevin then felt two sets of hands grab his wrists and lift them above his head. Both sets were feminine, alleviating most of Kevin’s apprehensions. “Oh, the one from the entryway must be helping her,” he thought. “I wonder what Anna has planned.” He then felt the cuffs tighten around both of his wrists.

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The Affair

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The doorbell rang. It was his wife’s friend at the door.

‘Hi Dan!’, she smiled brightly. ‘How are you?’

‘Fine, thanks Janet,’ he replied. ‘Come on in.’ She walked in, closing the door behind her.

He turned to give her the customary kiss on the cheek, but things got a bit confused and their lips brushed instead. He felt a bit awkward, he didn’t want to seem to be coming on to his wife’s friend.

She didn’t seem to notice. ‘Is Melissa home?’ she asked. ‘I thought we could go out for a coffee.’

‘No, she’s working today, sorry.’

‘Oh, I forgot about that. Oh well, never mind. Mind if I stay for a coffee? I don’t have to go anywhere for an hour or so.’

‘Sure,’ he replied gallantly. He didn’t mind. Janet was easy on the eyes, and today in particular she was dressed pretty smartly. Sexy, too, with a V-cut tank top showing a hint of her nice round breasts.

She brushed lightly past him as she walked down to the kitchen, her hand briefly trailing over his back. Did he imagine it, or did he get a whiff of perfume? Stronger than he remembered her wearing last time she visited, but still subtle.

As he followed her, he was able to admire he shapely body from behind, safe from seeming like he was perving on her. She was taking her time, with her hips swaying slightly.

‘Your house looks fantastic,’ she commented as she walked. ‘Melissa does a great job of keeping it nice.’

She stopped suddenly to look at one of the prints hanging on the wall. Distracted, he barely avoided walking straight into her. Stopping just in time, he looked at the picture too, then glanced back at her. As she had turned to look sideways he could see clearly down her front. She seemed to be studying the picture so he let his eyes linger a few moments longer. This close, the perfume was definitely noticeable.

He felt a slight thickening in his pants. This was crazy! He had to think about something else before the bulge became obvious.

‘Uh, I’ll put the kettle on,’ he said, steadying her with his hand as he walked past her quickly. She smiled quietly at his retreating back. It was working! She knew Melissa would be out, she had found out from a mutual friend. Nothing suspicious about that, Melissa was not to know that she knew.

She had chosen her outfit with care. Smart enough to look suitable for a coffee at the local cafe, but sexy enough to catch his eye. She had previously noticed him glancing at her tits, so made sure she wore something to show them off. Plus, a push-up bra to just give them a bit more roundness than he would have remembered. And the perfume, of course, applied just before she got out of her car.

She wasn’t sure if it was going to work, but she hoped. Some excitement was definitely what she craved. Her own husband left for work early each morning, and came home late, usually too tired to pay her any attention. But Dan, he seemed more laid-back.

Dan worked part-time, so he was more available. She knew he would be home today, she had got the pattern of his working days from Melissa last time they had coffee, by asking some innocent-sounding questions.

The thing was, not to scare him off. Plus, she had some tricks up her sleeve. She thought she had a chance. His clumsiness in the hallway suggested he was thinking about her body, rather than what he was doing. She intended to keep him doing that.

She dropped her handbag, and a few items of shopping, onto the kitchen counter. While he was making the coffee she grabbed a compact camera from her handbag, pointed it towards the table where they were going to sit, and hit Record. Her body blocked his view of what she was doing.

She had previously charged the battery fully and put in a high-capacity memory card. It should be good for over an hour. She had previously covered the ‘recording’ light with a tiny bit of black paper, so there would be no tell-tale light. She dropped a handkerchief partly over the camera to make it look less obvious, being careful not to cover the lens.

As he poured her coffee, she walked up beside him and briefly put her hand on his waist, seemingly in a natural, friendly way. Just a brief touch. ‘Do you have any sugar?’ she asked.

‘Er, sure!’ he replied, moving away from the hand and grabbing the sugar bowl. ‘I’ll bring it over.’

‘Thanks, Dan.’ She sat down at the kitchen table, leaning forwards just slightly so her tank top fell slightly forwards, exposing more of her breasts. She pulled the morning newspaper towards her and pretended to read it.

He brought over her coffee, standing next to her, and looking down as he put the coffee cup down. He could hardly help noticing her cleavage, and since her eyes were looking away from him, at the newspaper, his eyes lingered for a moment longer than good taste would normally dictate.

‘You’re welcome,’ he replied, moving back reluctantly. His wife didn’t normally give him such a good show of tit, and he was enjoying it.

Meanwhile Janet had been silently counting up, just how long he had stood there and ogled her breasts. Definitely longer pendik escort than was required to just put down a coffee cup. She had carefully kept still, so as to not frighten him off.

Dan went to make himself a coffee too. While he did that, she pulled out the adjacent chair for him to sit on. To sit anywhere else would have been awkward.

As he walked back she gestured to the chair, so he had little choice but to sit there. They swivelled out a bit from the table, to face each other, and then he noticed more clearly that she was wearing a skirt, and not a particularly long one. Her bare knees, pressed together, were very visible. They had a creamy, inviting look.

‘So, how’s work?’ she asked, picking up the coffee cup in one hand and the saucer in the other. Before he could answer he noticed that by doing so her arms were both gently pressing against her breasts, pushing them together slightly, and accentuating her cleavage. She leant forwards slightly, as if to better hear his reply.

‘Er, work?’ he replied in a distracted tone. ‘Ah …’ (‘Stop looking at her tits!’ he said to himself. ‘That’s Melissa’s friend, not your date’).

He felt his erection growing, and to his horror he remembered he was only wearing a light tracksuit. The fabric wasn’t stiff enough — (no no) ‘strong’ was the word he was looking for — to hold it in. Any moment now she would glance down and see it, and he would be in big trouble, he thought. However she was just smiling into his eyes, apparently oblivious.

He had an idea. ‘Biscuit?’ he asked, jumping up, and turning away towards the cupboard. It was done so clumsily he almost knocked over the chair. Her smile broadened. He hadn’t turned fast enough. As he stood up up, she could clearly see the tent of his erection, much more clearly than when he was sitting. So far so good. All going to plan.

At the cupboard, with his back to her, he dropped one hand down inside his pants and did a quick ‘adjustment’, trying to lie his cock flat where it wouldn’t be as noticeable. He flicked the T-shirt over the bulge, hoping it would look like a fold in the cloth. The movement did not go unobserved though, she was expecting exactly that. She licked her lips.

As he turned back towards her with the packet of biscuits she quickly looked away, to hide the fact that she had been watching.

He sat down again, and forced himself to answer her questions, difficult though it was. Eventually he had a brainwave. He dropped his hands casually onto his lap, trying to look natural, as he leaned forwards to hear what she said. The hands covered his bulge, but he wasn’t sure what he was going to do if he had to stand up again.

She edged her chair towards him a bit, as if to better participate in the conversation. Their knees were almost touching. As he was the taller, his eyes were a bit higher, and it was very hard not to look at her breasts again.

She started to worry. He looked close to panic. She thought he might be about to flee. ‘Dan, can you help me with my mobile phone?’ she asked. ‘I can’t work out how to change the picture on the front screen.’

‘Uh, sure,’ he replied. She reached into her handbag and grabbed the phone. Walking over to be beside him she put the phone in front of him and sunk to her knees next to his chair, her eyes glued to the phone.

He took the opportunity to push the chair towards the table, and sit forwards, so the tabletop was covering his rather obvious bulge.

He glanced from the phone, to her. On her knees next to him, right next to him, he could look straight down her top. He started breathing more shallowly. ‘Concentrate, you bastard!’ he told himself.

As he started jabbing at the menu buttons she seemed to lose balance. She reached over and put her arm around his waist to steady herself. She left it there. The feeling was electric. It was like being a teenager again. But he wasn’t doing anything wrong, right? Sure. Just showing her how to use the phone. The warmth of her hand was turning him on even more. He wanted it to stay there as long as possible. He slowed down his explanation, made a couple of mistakes. Well, that part was easy. His mind was only half on the phone.

He found the wallpaper part of the phone menu. ‘Which picture do you want?’ he asked her. She reached out with her free hand, languidly covering his and pointed. For a moment she touched his hand. ‘That one,’ she breathed.

He finished fixing the phone. ‘Thanks so much,’ she smiled brightly at him. ‘Let me reward you.’

‘Ah no, it’s nothing,’ he replied modestly.

‘Sure, it’s something. My husband is always too busy to help me. Here.’ With her arm still around his waist she pulled him closer and kissed him on the lips. ‘Thanks a lot, Dan,’ she whispered.

He closed his eyes, savouring the moment. ‘Well, don’t I get a kiss back?’ she asked mischievously. ‘Here, stand up and face me.’

As he stood up, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him again. ‘Why not?’, he thought. He put his arms around her and returned the kiss, at the same time maltepe escort trying to keep their hips apart so she wouldn’t feel the full effect she was having on him.

It didn’t work. She dropped one hand to his bum, and pulled their hips firmly together. He could feel his cock grinding into her skirt, as could she. She started to wriggle to increase the effect on him.

As they kissed she gently turned around, making sure that their faces would appear on the video camera she had left running. She probably had enough footage now to get him into deep shit with Melissa, but if she could encourage him to go further, all the better.

Janet was ecstatic. Armed with the footage she could blackmail Dan into a lot of stuff: sex, money, obedience, secret dinners, dancing even.

Then a moment of doubt. Just kissing? Probably not enough. He could bluff his way out of it in a pinch. He might not have the nerve, but he might. She could hear him explaining it away, ‘she trapped me, it only happened once.’

No, it had to be more. Something like: him undressing her, or kissing her tits. That would be a lot harder to explain.

He would eventually come to his senses. Surely. Meantime she needed to keep the pressure on. Tightening her grip on his bum she ground against his cock, feeling it getting thicker and thicker. The thicker the cock, the less rational the man, she knew.

She moaned with pleasure. ‘Touch my tits, Dan? Please? Pretty please? A quick grope? I don’t get that very often.’

He had spent the last couple of minutes wishing he could do just that. He stepped back, dropped his hand down and touched them through the outside of the tank top. She wriggled with pleasure. ‘More.’

He knew he was going too far. Kissing was one thing. Friends kissed, right? But the tits? No-one would know, though, he told himself. His cock told him, ‘keep going, make the most of it!’

She moved back in closer. ‘Kiss them? Please, Dan. Just a quick kiss. No-one will know.’ She closed her eyes, as if to suggest that not even she would know.

He kissed the tanktop over her breasts, feeling their warmth. She smelt good too. Her arms tightened around him. She obviously wanted him to keep going. His cock was throbbing, and it didn’t take much effort to do that. His mouth opened wider and he took more of her breast into it. She moaned again with pleasure.

He moved his mouth over her nipple, feeling it poking through the fabric. He flicked it with his tongue. She writhed again, and pulled him tighter to her. His intention of just a quick kiss on the outside of the tanktop was starting to go out the window.

He moved his tongue onto the bare part of her breasts, where the cleavage showed. Her breathing slowed and her chest heaved. ‘Please, god,’ she thought to herself. ‘Let him push my top up and expose my bra. Make it look like it is his idea. Much better that way.’

Meanwhile Dan and rational thought had more-or-less parted company. He slipped his hands under her top, feeling her bare back. She moaned with pleasure again. ‘He’s doing it!’ she thought. ‘I just have to keep him at it.’

She moved her right hand from the outside of his pants to the inside, on his bare bum. A reciprocal gesture. An encouraging gesture. Just to make sure he knew it was OK to continue.

He got the message, and started pushing the top up, exposing her bra. She briefly raised her arms so he could remove her top, being careful to position herself so that his removal of it would be clearly visible on the video.

It was almost enough, Janet thought. Undressing your wife’s friend on video would be close to a hanging offence. But if he would suck her naked tits, that definitely would be.

‘I love it when you do that, Dan,’ she breathed. ‘Take my bra off please?’

He reached behind her and expertly removed the clip (at least he knows how to do that, she thought).

The bra fell to the floor, and moments later his mouth was clamped on her tits. His tongue darted around in circles, and he was starting to grind back into her more vigorously.

As his breathing became hoarser, he pulled her tighter to him.

She thought, ‘Uh oh, this is going faster than I dared hope. Gosh, maybe Dan and Melissa do it less often than I thought. Looks like I might get him to fuck me today, but I need it on video, otherwise there is no proof. No proof, no blackmail.’

Writhing as if with pleasure, she reviewed her options. Trying to move the camera would be hopeless. He was so fired up he would be unlikely to let her out of his sight. And if he guessed what it was doing, he was strong enough to take it from her and smash it.

The only option she could think of was to make sure they undressed in the kitchen. On camera. Then even if they headed out off-camera to the bedroom there would be little doubt what was going to happen.

That would have to be it. The final fuck, that could be elsewhere, but everything else had to happen here, in front of the camera. And she had to get his pants off, so Melissa could see the huge erection kartal escort he had. That was essential.

‘My turn,’ she giggled, pulling his T-shirt over his head. ‘Nice body,’ she complimented.

Dropping to her knees, she pulled his clothed hips towards her, lightly kissed his bulging dick. ‘Let’s get these off, darling,’ she coaxed. She untied the draw-string before he could resist, and pulled the tracksuit down.

Sproing! With the pants gone his cock strained against his jocks, straight towards her face. She leaned forwards, and kissed it, put her mouth over it. Then she started tugging his jocks down as well. He was too far gone to resist. His dick was waving in her face, and she put it into her mouth. Suck, suck, moving her head backwards and forwards.

She’d done it! On video, his dick in her mouth. That would be hard to explain away.

She relaxed slightly. Sex. Money. Control. All the things she wanted. All within her grasp; if she didn’t screw up now. Even leaving right now, with the camera in hand, would be plenty. But she could go further.

She reviewed her options. She needed to do a couple of things.

First, string Dan along enough that HE asked HER to go to bed, not the other way around. It had to be clear on the video that he was the aggressor. In fact it would be good if she appeared to struggle towards the end. To resist. To remind him of his wife. That would make the end look all that much more appalling. After all, the camera also recorded sound.

Second, Dan didn’t have to know there wasn’t a second camera in the bedroom. He couldn’t prove it wasn’t there. So just fucking on the bed would be enough. She could later say that there was another camera on the dresser. His eyes would only be on her tits, he couldn’t be sure if it was there or not. Best though to put on a show as if the camera were there. Say she wanted it on top of the bed, not under the covers.

She would make an imaginary camera in the bedroom, in her mind. That was it! And then make sure that everything happened for its benefit. He would remember later that she always turned him a certain way, wanted to do it on top of the bed. He would be convinced it must have been there.

She stood back up and kissed him passionately. She could feel his stiff dick pushing against her. His eyes were glazed. ‘Let’s go to bed,’ he whispered.

‘Dan!’ she replied, clearly (for the benefit of the camera). ‘What about Melissa? We were just having a bit of fun.’

‘Please, please,’ she thought to herself, ‘Be a man. Talk me into going to bed.’

‘Fuck Melissa,’ said Dan loudly.

‘Ooo,’ she thought, ‘An unexpected bonus. This video will be priceless.’

‘Come on, Janet’, Dan said, pulling her against him again. ‘You know you want it.’

She smiled to herself, ‘and you don’t know how much, or for what reason,’ she thought.

His hands fumbled with her skirt zip. Yes! She silently punched the air. It was going on video. Him. Undressing her. Leading her to the bedroom. Pleading with her. She couldn’t have scripted it better.

She closed her eyes. He pulled down her skirt. She stepped out of it. Then he pulled down her panties. She hesitated. Would he pull her into his arms? Yes! He did. She writhed as she felt his stiff cock between her legs, up against her cunt. Was the camera getting it? It had to. She had practiced at home, making sure she had the aim right, the settings right. A lot rode on this.

He grabbed her hand and practically dragged her out of the kitchen. Perfect!

In the bedroom, before he could suggest getting INTO the bed, she dragged the blankets onto the floor. ‘Let’s do it on top,’ she giggled. ‘I love to see your body. It’s so much better than my husband’s.’

She lay back on the bed, reaching for him. He jumped on top of her. Nestling into her. Lying on top. Breathing heavily. His cock digging into her stomach.

As he wriggled up towards her, she wondered to herself: ‘Will he insist on a condom? If he does, it will be hard to play the ‘but I’m pregnant’ line later. But if not, ahhhh, he is totally in my power.’ She didn’t care, she was on the Pill anyway. But he couldn’t know that.

He started thrusting urgently against her. She thought, ‘ahh, my little one, this time you get to do it when YOU want to. Next time I’ll be in control.’ She bit her lip with pleasure at the thought.

Even so, Janet found the whole situation quite erotic. Her planning had worked out. She was in bed with a different man. And afterwards, ah then the fun would start!

As he kissed her tits, and manoeuvered himself into position for that thrust into her cunt, she had a brilliant idea. Rape! ‘That’s it,’ she thought. ‘I’ll convince him he raped me. Adultery. That’s bad. The wife will go insane. But rape? Jail. Beatings. Humiliation. And the wife won’t just go insane, she’ll go ballistic. Married to a rapist? No, no.’

She wriggled around, giving herself a few seconds to think. Kissed him deeply, tongue into his mouth. He pushed upwards, his cock seeking her cunt. Any moment now. She thought furiously, ‘I have to wait until it is almost there. His passion has to be at its height. But, technically, it is still rape the moment I say ‘no’. So I’ll do that at the last moment. But please, please, fuck me. Then I can say ‘you raped me, bozo’.’

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Xanthippos felt the firm, muscular shoulder of the man on his right against his own. Timocrates’ sweat-slick flesh held reassurance. Their shields were large and round, but their position, strapped to the left arm, meant they could only cover half of the body. Timocrates’ shield overlapped the exposed right half of his body in this position, just as his would cover Cleon to his left. In other armies, the whole line would gradually slide to the right as each man sought to cower behind his mate’s shield, but these men bore the Lambda on their shields, they were Lacedaemonians, Spartans. They held their place.

For two days they had fought, denying the Persian horde entrance into the bosom of Greece. Their blood and the flesh of friends clogged the narrow pass of Thermopylae. But now it was over, their king dead, their position encircled there was no hope now. Nothing left to do but sell their lives dearly and join their king at the breakfast in Hades he promised them. For Xanthippos this was the worst part of combat. The “Hymn to Castor” had been sung, in a moment they would charge the Persians with no regard for defense, seeking only to take as many lives as possible. In this moment time stretched, thoughts raced. He knew fear: Spartans were not barbarians to charge drunkenly, fearlessly. Fear of the enemy could be mastered. His true fear was of failure. What if he should fall before his friends? His shield would not defend them.

He felt the men next to him tense and move before he realized that he had as well. Hours of drill allowed them to anticipate the pipe’s call to charge. He wanted to turn to them…to these men whom he had known all his life…these brothers…to say goodbye. But he knew no words were needed, they knew his heart as well as he did. He shifted his heavy shield, flexed his thighs like a sprinter as he moved to charge. White-hot agony rippled from the poorly bound wound in his thigh as the still-embedded Persian arrowhead bit into his flexing muscle. He bled anew, but he caught his lips between his teeth…they would charge in silence, but for the pipes…

Xanthippos awoke in a grove of olive and vine. Fruit hung heavy on each, luscious and ripe. The air was cool from the freshness of the sputtering spring beside him. He looked into its waters; the gently rippling surface reflected a face he hardly recognized. His fingers slid across his cheek, feeling for the long scar from temple to chin. That scar had marred his face from his youth, a badge of honor, a wound received in combat. Now it was gone. Suddenly he realized that the pain was gone, he looked to his thigh. The skin was clean and unmarred. His rough hands ran over his chest, over the soft, fresh linen tunic. The tunic was scarlet like his own, but no Spartan would wear a woman’s tunic: only a woman would wear soft linen instead of coarse homespun wool. His body too was slick, anointed with oil…perfumed like a Corinthian whore. Had the Persians captured him? He had heard of some of their more perverse ways. He pendik escort almost laughed at the thought of a soft, white Persian noble “taking advantage” of him.

He was startled as the water in the middle of the pool bubbled and churned. Instantly he assumed the fighting stance he had learned as a boxer. Slowly he watched as raven tresses broke the surface of the pool. Then the dark blue doe eyes, blinking away droplets. The eyes…they were the color of the pool’s tepid water. He somehow sensed that a man could drown in either; he suspected that the eyes were far deeper. His attention was so wholly focused that he didn’t realize that she had risen completely from the water until she stepped forward, toes rippling the surface.

“Bye the Twins…” Xanthippos stood slack-jawed.

A broad smile blossomed across her face, which he noticed for the first time was beautiful beyond compare. He realized suddenly that he couldn’t really see her, not all of her, each of her features demanded so much of his attention. It was as if his human eyes could not take all of her in at once.

“I am for you, Xanthippos.” His eyes focused solely on her slick red lips, teeth like perfectly matched pearls.

His head swam as her lips rushed to meet his. At their touch he found himself taking her lips eagerly, like a babe to mother’s breast. Drinking passion from them like none he had ever known.

She stood back. His eyes took her whole form in now. Something had changed with that kiss. She appeared human, but the most perfect woman he had ever seen. His gaze sliding up her alabaster thighs, the swelling of her hips, her tight, slim waist. His eyes lingered at her breasts; they were magnificent. Her nipples were taut and pink. Her clavicle perched above in the flowing curves of a Skythian bow.

“You may call me Daphnae.” At her voice his eyes leapt to meet hers, his face reddened rapidly.

“Daphnae…” The name flowed like honey from his tongue

She smiled again. Her hands moved swiftly. Xanthippos had boxed since early youth, his reflexes were tuned to a pitch few men could match, but before he could move to block her, hands had slipped his tunic from his shoulders. It bundled about his waist, binding his arms as he sought to raise them.

Her laughter was like the shepherd’s bells tinkling as the sheep come in from pasture. “Child of man, know that I am what your kind calls a Nymph. This is my glade.” She indicated the expanse of greenery around the pool with a casual wave of her hand. “I am for you, you must take me…lay with me for a time as you would a mortal woman.”

Seeing the look of shock on his face, she knelt before him. “I will explain more later.” She said, smiling up at him as her hands crept up his strong thighs. His manhood had been hard since her headfirst broke the surface of the pool. Her eyes held his as she gently brought her mouth to the tip. She forced his cock to spread her rich red lips apart as he entered.

Xanthippos felt his cock maltepe escort slipping into the tight, virgin sex of the first girl he had ever lain with. It settled deep in the warm wet grip of her tight sheath. His mind fought to brake away from this illusion. He knew he had entered the mouth of the Nymph. The feeling was incongruent, but amazing. His hands settled themselves around her soft face; fingers tangled in her still wet hair. He felt the warmth drawing him in, her mouth sucking gently. He felt her tongue torturing him with ecstasy, lashing his cock with broad strokes. He felt…
“No”, he pushed at her head, she knelt unmoved, but his cock sprang free as he fell backwards. He looked up, no boy to cum so soon, but now sprawled on his ass like a fool.

She smiled at his self-control, far beyond what she expected. Daphnae, who remembered the time when Titans still roamed the earth, who had loved and been loved by great heroes, Demi-Gods whose names were now but myth, crept slowly over his supine form; a panther claiming her prey, a force of nature.

“This way will suffice just as well.” She said as she settled her body over his, straddling his hips. She forced his eyes to meet hers, her slim white fingers tilting his broad cleft chin. She dipped her lips to meet his, feeding him another taste of ambrosia, making him temporarily something more than human. She slid her splayed sex slowly along the length of his shaft, taking her pleasure from him as he writhed beneath her. Raising up slightly, she settled down upon him, letting him barely penetrate her.

Fighting the urge to surrender to his pleasure completely, he rose up on his elbows, bringing his lips to her fever-hot flesh. He trailed kisses across her flawless flesh, his tongue slowly circling her lush buxom. His mouth closed over her breast, tongue dancing over her turgid nipple. She tasted of wine and honey. He feasted on each nipple in turn; teeth grazed her smooth skin. His strong fingers dimpled her buttocks and thighs as they pressed into the soft flesh. He battled within as he sought either to thrust deep with in her and slake his lust, or to hold her still and prolong the delicious torment he now felt.

She lowered herself slowly onto his jutting manhood, letting him triumph over his passion. She was careful in her movements so as not to try his mortal will too severely, he was trying so hard to please her. She lost herself in the feel of a man’s mouth wetly suckling. How long had it been? She shuddered as she felt herself impaled on his entire length. Slowly she ground her hips, savoring the feel of him inside her.

His mind clouded with excitement, he was only conscious of flickering images: the sweet firm flesh of her breast in his mouth, the throbbing in his loins, the tightening of his scrotum.

Not since flames had consumed Troy and the Sea Kings became legends had she known such passion. She thrust her chest to meet his eager mouth and swiveled her hips upon him as her control slackened. kartal escort Sex with him was her Destiny, but she hadn’t imagined that he would waken her dormant lusts so fully. In her excitement, she forgot about his mortal frame, her fingers dug cruelly into his flesh. Her nails raked his soft flesh like talons. She slammed her hungry sex down upon him again and again. Her tightness gripped him, dripping her nectar along his butter-slick shaft. She would have him. She would make him hers. She would…

The raw gashes that lined his body bled freely. He looked more like an unsuccessful lion hunter than a lover, but he was beyond mere physical pain. Sensations merged within him, her claws on his flesh, her clutching sex, urging him to cum, and more than cum. Daphnae thrashed wildly upon him, her head thrown back. Her howl was that of a wolf pack, of the whipping northern wind. She quaked upon his loins, her juices thick on him. He felt himself cum deep within her; some inner part of him lost forever. More than just his seed, a portion of his spirit entered her, merged with her.

She collapsed upon his chest, panting. As her consuming passion faded, she slipped his body from hers, noticing his torn, abused flesh. As he fought to catch his heaving breath, the searing pain hit him at last. He stoically set his face as his eyes met hers, the memory of moments before worth his suffering. A tear slipped from her eye. Her palm slowly passed over the rough, raw wounds, and it was as if they had never been.

“Xanthippos, I am pleased to have been yours. In another age you would bedeck the night sky with your flame, as do the heroes of old.” She looked up to the heavens, eyes tracing the shapes of the constellations, heroes she had loved.

“Why?” Xanthippos gasped. His strength sorely sapped, he sought a thousand answers with that one question. He felt the effect of her kisses wearing thin. The wound in his leg appeared again, the blood, the fatigue.

“Two hundred and ninety seven of my sisters are with you Spartans now.” She took his head in her lap, her hands gently cradled his face, and her fingers traced the long scar that creased his cheek again. “You will die today. It is not in my power to alter Fate. You and all the rest.” Her voice trembled with the timbre of a falling tree. Her tears flowed over her ivory cheeks like quicksilver. “Even your name will be lost in time, but your sacrifice will be remembered. Men of your race will rule all Greece.” She slowly slid her palm across the soft flesh of her belly. Already she knew his seed had sparked new life. “And your daughter will live forever…”

Xanthippos lay tangled in death with his companions. Gore-ridden piles of Persians formed a wall around the site of their last stand. In the end, they could only be defeated from afar, slaughtered by a hail of arrows that darkened the sun.

The Great King of Persia himself surveyed the carnage. Stepping down from his chariot, he turned to his chancellor Hydarnes. “What kind of men are these?” He spit upon them. “Do they love battle so much? Not only do they decimate my finest troops, but see how they greet death?” The Great King pointed with a fat, jeweled finger.

Every blood-spattered Spartan corpse was smiling…

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That Life Ch. 03

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There was one or two more pieces of the puzzle I needed to flesh out a bit.

Nancy was asleep and I went to work. First was the plentiful emails with Kitty. Kitty didn’t know I was Nancy’s step-son, only that I’m twenty years her junior and recently in college. She knows Nancy adores me.

Here’s what I wanted to find out.

Nancy eventually wants to feel my cum inside of her. Not necessarily to get pregnant, but to feel like a woman. Nancy nor Kitty (both about the same age) are not on birth control, but there’s some kind of discussion out there on the net by women in their mid forties who aren’t on birth control and want their men to fuck them naturally. Throwing caution to the wind, not caring if they get pregnant.

It was midnight here and I went to the garage to call my buddy.

“Hi Matt, how are you?”

“Great man. You don’t usually call at midnight.”

Matt lives in the San Francisco area.

“Yeah, but I want to catch up and curious about some drugs”.

We must have spent 45 minutes reminiscing, catching up on lost time and just plain having a good time before I got to the heart of the matter.

“I know you man, you always save your most important questions for last”. Matt said half joking.

“OK, OK. What do you know about male birth control drugs.”

“Are you snooping around my computer.” we laughed.

“Why do you ask,” he continued?

“I’m dating a woman, she’s more excited by having unprotected sex and not on birth control.”

“Ohhhh do tell.”

“She’s eighteen years my senior,” I lied to protect Nancy/me, “and horny as all get out.”

“A forty something year old in heat who wants your baby, how hot is that,” Matt said.

“That’s it, except it’s not about getting pregnant for her. It’s all about the excitement while having sex.”

“I think I’m getting the picture,” Matt queried.

“What do you know,” I asked?

“Well you came to the right place.”

“And?”

“And you know I was the lead on creating the juvenile arthritis drug.”

“Right.”

“Well they let me do pretty much whatever I want to do here.”

“And?”

“And I’ve created a male birth control drug that they don’t want to bring to market.”

“Why not?”

“Well how about politics, money, religion and controversy to name a few.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, this company makes so much friggin’ money they don’t want the negative PR.”

“And the drug?”

“Well it was relatively easy to create.”

“How so?”

“It’s based on a healthy fertile man versus a healthy infertile one?”

“A healthy infertile one,” I postured?

“Yes a healthy infertile one doesn’t have STD’s, infection’s or retrograde ejaculations. A healthy infertile one has a low sperm count and typically his fishy’s don’t swim right,” Matt said laughing. “It could be a bunch of reasons, but again the key here is a healthy fertile one vs. a healthy infertile one.”

“I think I’m getting it.”

“My program is to make a healthy fertile male temporarily infertile.”

“How temporary?”

“After his final dose, about four to six weeks.”

“What’s your success rate?”

“The company pulled the plug after 2,000 trials with no pregnancy’s and no after or side affects. I hit the mark on this. We’ve got plenty of pills left over. It’s very expensive to make these pills.”

“Aren’t all these trials expensive? Matt you always hit the mark!”

“Yes, I’m a humble servant,” he chuckled. “However, this drug has to account for blood types and pH levels. However the pH levels can be adjusted with foods and vitamins.”

“So four different pills?”

No, eight different pills, silly.”

“Eight?”

“Did you forget positive and negative.”

“I did. I understand now why so expensive.”

“Right.”

“Can I get a regimen?”

“The company will eventually destroy most of the inventory. I can send you

enough for about eight years worth and four starter packs of medicine. What is your blood type”?

“AB-.”

“No wonder you’re such a rare bird.”

“What do I need to know here.”

“Well the medicine needs to be refrigerated. You use a starter pack with one pill every day for seven days and then what’s in the bottle for once a week thereafter. You need to take it at the same time every evening before bed. It takes six weeks to be fully effective. The medicine will increase your semen by three to four times, thereby decreasing the sperm count. Also make sure your pH balance is neutral. Any questions?”

“I don’t think so, but I know where to find you. Thanks.”

We chatted a few more minutes and said good night. I told you Matt is a genius. Interesting the company is putting the kibosh on this, probably worth billions.

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I opened Nancy’s next entry into her fantasy writing and well it keeps getting better.

Yumi and her sister Akira were close. Yumi is much more introverted and definitely a creative type. Akira being eleven years older has always been more daring, marrying a foreigner, who dropped it all to move back to his native Italy. He left his son Haruto, never contacting him since, from a previous relationship pendik escort with Akira four years ago. Haruto and Yumi have always had some kind of connection through their drawing and introverted nature.

Akira, who is forty two has been thinking about moving to the US for several months, but knows it’d be a disaster for Haruto to move. Also, Akira was never much of a mother to Haruto, who is nineteen now and getting ready for his third year in college, here in Tokyo. Akira told Yumi about the dilemma and to get guidance. Yumi thought Haruto would probably live with his college buddies. However he’s understandably very shy around people.

Akira asked Yumi if Haruto could stay with her for a long weekend while Akira and her boyfriend went up north for some rest and relaxation. Yumi said it was no problem.

Yumi never paid much attention to Haruto’s shyness till then. But they even had more to do together while each posed for the others art during the weekend. When it was time to leave Yumi and Haruto hugged with a nice familial embrace and no awkwardness.

Yumi now thought more about Haruto coming to live with her. Yumi, a very attractive woman didn’t enjoyed being around men much. She has her own business as an artist for her online gallery, never needing to leave the confines of her apartment much. Mentally she considered how the process would work having Haruto with her. She’d have to clear out a room now used for storage for him to live there. After a few weeks of cleaning and rearranging she was ready.

“I’ve made a decision,” Yumi stated.

“What’s that,” Akira asked?

“I’ll take Haruto in, if he wants to live here.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me.”

“I wasn’t trying to place him with you, just looking for feedback on what to do,” Akira responded.

“Well, now you can relax and it will work out fine.”

“I wasn’t expecting this?”

“Neither was I, however it’ll be good for all three of us.”

“How’s that?”

“Haruto and I both need to come out of our shells.”

“Are you sure?”

“Quite sure.”

“OK, I’ll see how he feels about it.”

Later that evening Akira asked Haruto if he’d be interested in staying with Yumi through the end of college. He thought deliberately, as always and said that it’d be a good fit. Akira started to see the connection and she was more relaxed now that this issue seemed settled. Not that she didn’t care about Haruto, but he wasn’t her biological child and her mind was always somewhere else.

A month later Akira moved to the US and Haruto moved in with Yumi.

Haruto was somewhat complicated for many to understand, but not to Yumi. She had an intrinsic sense about his needs. He studied robotics with a specialty in motor and articulation functions. His computer was filled with algorithmic formulas and fascinating drawings. He could make certain parts of the mechanical arms and legs rotate in a 360 circle without being ruined by the motion. He was way more advanced then the others in his class.

Yumi’s drawings were pure art. Her integration of hand and computer projects were seamless. Companies and individuals alike bought her pieces. Her attention to detail was priceless as was the nuanced approach she was an artist in the true sense of the word.

Yumi and Haruto said few words to each other, but whatever was said always had a deeper meaning.

Yumi was beautiful in mind, body and spirit.

She has wide hips unlike most asian women. Her face is very pleasing to look at and her breasts are not over or under sized. Maybe a bit more then a hand full.

Haruto tried hard not to stare at her.

A month later she had mistakenly left the shower door open a crack and he just happened to be walking by. He was frozen in his steps looking at her naked body with water glistening off her golden skin.

“Uhhh…uhhh…uhhh,” he quietly grunted, as a copious ejaculation drenched his shorts without his even touching himself. Haruto quickly ran to his room to change, leaving before she turned around to notice.

That night the rain, thunder and lightning was intense. Like a child he asked if he could stay with her. Yumi was fine with that. Wearing a full night gown wouldn’t make him excited, she thought. Yumi was awaked with Haruto’s soft grunting, then she got up to go to the bathroom and noticed the backside of her gown had a huge wet spot. Haruto was sound asleep when she returned. Yumi began to wonder.

She decided to try a different tack. A few nights later having a quiet dinner Yumi broke the silence.

“What are your goals Haruto,” she asked?

“What do you mean?”

“What are your life goals?”

“Well…I’m going to finish school and get a job.”

“OK…and?”

“And???”

“Yes, is there something besides work and school?”

“Is there something besides work for you,” he asked?

Ouch, that one hurt.

“You know we’ve some similarities and I think it’s time for both of us to come out of our shells,” she stated emphatically.

“What are you getting at,” he asked?

“Some people have relationships in addition to school or jobs.”

“You and I hang out when we’re not focused on our responsibilities.”

This maltepe escort was going to be harder then she thought.

“Do you want to have more play here with a game,” Yumi asked?

“What game?”

“A game where we role play over several months.”

“It’s starting to look more interesting,” he said.

“You and I are going to pretend to court each other. In several months we’ll feel comfortable to date others.”

“OK, how do we start?”

“We start by talking to each other, asking good questions listening and responding back.”

“I think this will be fun.” he said.

Yumi would see if he truly gets the picture. It took him a month to get the gist of this role playing gig and he picked it up a lot quicker then she expected. At dinner that night they were asking questions, laughing and enjoying the moment. Haruto was doing the dishes and Yumi came up behind him to give him a kiss on the cheek. She turned him around to give him kiss on the mouth. Kissing for a few minutes…

“Uhhh…uhhh…uhhh,” Haruto groaned and came in his pants.

“Yumi, I can’t control myself,” he said dejectedly.

“No worries. Time will help and I don’t care when you cum.”

He hugged me and the scent of his cum was intoxicating to her.

“I need to change my clothes and rest,” he said.

Yumi’s pussy was wet. Wet as she could ever remember it being. She could see some wetness on his white pants too.

“Haruto, come back please,” she surprised herself.

“Yes,” he asked?

She gave him another hug. Slipped her tongue in his mouth and put her hand on him, rubbing his wet bulge.

“Yumi, I…uhhh…uhhh…uhhh.”

This time she kept her hand on his hard on while he came again. Yumi needed to rub her cunt, but waited.

“Yumi, I…”

“No worries.”

He went to his room exhausted falling asleep. She went back to her room and masturbated having several orgasms thinking about Haruto’s premature ejaculations. The funny thing is she stopped dating men in general because the one’s she did date all had the same damn issue. Haruto’s issue doesn’t seem to bother her for some reason? Not only doesn’t it bother her, but Yumi gets very excited by being his sexual surrogate and concubine.

The next few nights were mostly similar with the exception when they kissed Haruto didn’t have “issues”. That was a good sign.

She decided to try a different tack and after a shower one evening she came out with a full body towel wrapped around, asking Haruto to help.

“Haruto, can you come in my room?”

“Sure, in a sec.”

He came in to see her like that and took a step backwards.

“It’s OK. please rub my back,” she asked.

“Are you sure?”

“Yep.”

Yumi got face down on the bed and Haruto standing next the bed started to rub her shoulders.

“Please sit on my legs and rub from there.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Um…OK.”

Haruto got on her legs, a foot away from her butt.

“Come on Haruto, move up so you can rub my shoulders.”

“OK,” he said sheepishly.

He moved up and his hard on was pressing into her butt. He did this for several minutes with no “issues”. Great!

“Haruto, lie on your back so you can get my shoulders from a different angle.”

His eyes went wide when she got on top and her head was eye level to his cock. Her towel was falling off and he was staring at her tits. He rubbed her shoulders, while Yumi started to lower his shorts and underwear. His cock popped out. Her breath was on top of his beautiful fragrant husk.

She ever so slightly aimed had his cock at her face when…”Yumi… Yumi… I…I… uhhh…uhhh…uhhh.” One, two…three healthy cum shots covered her face, she was soaked in cum.

“Yumi, I can’t control it.”

Yumi was enjoying the moment so much that she started eating the cum off his cock. Splurt…two more cum shots in her hair. “Haruto, you can practice with me so you can learn how to please a women.”

He looked at her quizzically. She could only see out of one eye now. Haruto was exhausted and was about to nod off. Yumi didn’t ease up. She took hold of his cum soaked cock, beginning to lick and slurp the tasty stuff off. His cock was semi hard, quickly getting harder, She took the full length in her mouth bobbing furiously.

“Yumi…uhh…uhhh.”

Yumi kept his spongy cock inside her mouth repeating the same blow job technique.

“Yumi…uhh.”

Yumi sexily put all the cum on her face into her mouth. Haruto smiled but had no more energy finally, he pushed her away and quickly fell asleep, a very happy camper. Actually two very happy campers.

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This role playing was clearly working. Haruto would hum some music while he worked. Yumi never remembered that before.

He came home a few days latter telling Yumi he made a friend at school. This was undeniably news. His shyness was leaving for a man more comfortable in his own skin.

“What’s your friends name,” Yumi asked.

“Yamato and we struck up a conversation as though we’ve been friends for years,” he said. “He smart and kind. Sort of a nerd kartal escort like me,” Yumi and Haruto chuckled at that.

“It’s so nice to learn about your new friendship,” she said with great affection.

Yes it was nice to see Haruto becoming a man before Yumi’s very eyes. He continued to outline the conversation with Yamato, careful not to bore her with the technical details of robotics. She turned away from him so he wouldn’t see her tears of joy.

At dinner Yumi explained to Haruto that a key client wanted to meet her for a custom piece of art. She explained her excitement and intertwined fear at the same time. Haruto was a very patient listener, giving her more confidence to proceed. Yumi hardly ever met her clients in person, nor did she need to most of the time. So stepping out of her shell was a big step for her as well.

After dinner they stayed in the living room talking and smiling as their stories unfolded. After a while both were ready for bed.

“Yumi, may I sleep with you tonight, ” Haruto asked as they were getting ready?

“That would be beautiful,” she said with a hug and a smile.

Yumi was wearing a loose button down night shirt and somewhat flimsy baggy panties that are more common underwear with asian women. Haruto wore boxer shorts.

They kissed a lot. Haruto was more confident. He started to unbutton her shirt, slipping his hand underneath to lightly feel her smooth succulent breasts, her nipples were hard. His cock was hard against Yumi’s thigh and now out of the opening.

“Uhhh…uhhh…uhhh,” Haturo shot his load on her thigh.

“Beautiful,” she exclaimed.

“You’re beautiful,” he retorted.

“You can keep going if you like,” she said.

Haruto and Yumi kept kissing. He kept fondling her breasts. He reached down to touch her vagina and his cock was rock hard again. His hand moving easily under her waistband to her very hairy pussy.

“Uhhh…uhhh…uhhh,” Haturo again shot his load on her thigh. There was now quite the puddle in bed.

“Yumi can we continue again another time,” he asked in a matter of fact tone.

“Of course honey.”

They kissed some more and Haruto was asleep in minutes. Yumi smiled stroking her pussy with fantasies of his ejaculations, orgasms and eventual sleep.

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The next night Haruto was curious.

“Yumi, do you fantasize about sex,” he blurted out.

“Uh, yes,” Yumi not expecting that question.

“A lot, a little or in-between,” he asked?

“A lot,” she had no secrets.

“Can you share some or one?”

“Sure. Here’s one. I’m sound asleep and my partner starts to want to play at night. He carefully loosens my top and ever so lightly caresses my breast. I don’t realize this is real, as I believe it’s part of my dream. He knows that the pectoral and a part of the bicep muscles are connected to my breasts and very much an erogenous area to stimulate. He’s lightly raking his fingertips over this area for sometime, not playing favorites he switches to the other side. My cunt is starting to moisten.”

Haruto’s cock is starting to get stiff as is mine from these stories.

“Then he lightly circles my breasts from the outside slowly toward my nipples, but careful not to touch them until they are erect. He uses his saliva on my nipples while playing with them. After several minutes of this he relocates his touch to my inner thighs, another erogenous zone. Playing lightly there he notices a wet spot on my panties and lightly plays with that. My panties are flimsy and so easy to tear, which he does causing me more excitement. He places his fingers on my wet snatch…”

“Uhhh…uhhh…uhhh,” Haruto grunting as he cums all over Yumi. She doesn’t stop.

“He’s bold and slightly inserts his middle finger into my hairy beaver. I still think this is a wonderful dream and not real. He glides his finger along my clit and teases my hole with little insertions. Now after much foreplay he’s ready to fuck me. Aiming his woody at the opening, he slowly inserts a little bit at a time in…”

“Uhhh…uhhh…uhhh,” Haruto grunts as he again cums all over Yumi.

She keeps the story going without missing a beat.

“He’s thrusting slowly and my pussy juices are flowing, getting thicker and slicker with each thrust. Now after several minutes I realize it’s not a dream and open my eyes to greet his lustful look. We kiss while fucking. I grab his butt to encourage him to go faster. Faster he goes. We’re both sweating, moaning and grunting while this intercourse dance is happening. He grunts pumping my pussy with so much cum…”

“Uhhh…uhhh,” Haruto grunts as he again cums all over Yumi. “That was wonderful,” he gasped and fell right to sleep.

Again, Yumi is very excited thinking about the story she relayed to Haruto and his ample cum shots, as well as his constant excitement toward sex. His almost total lack of control has now become a terrific turn on for her. He’s sound asleep next to her while she’s tenderly masturbating to her story with his uncontrollable reactions. Yumi keeps reliving the story as her hand and fingers are damp from Haruto’s cum along with her overflowing juices. Yumi is picturing him fucking her with unadulterated passion. In her mind the fucking is endless. Yumi has several orgasms that follow. Now it takes her at least an hour to fall asleep from all the intensity and excitement.

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A warm sensation washes over her as he nuzzles the side of her neck. His fingers glide through her silky hair before grabbing a fistful of it. A soft moan escapes her throat. She is captured in his eyes. Her cheeks are flushed and her heart is racing. His grip on her hair tightens as he pulls him closer to him. his teeth nip playfully on the corner of her mouth, and down her jaw to the nap of her neck. God how she craves him. Trapped by the grip he has on her hair. Would she run if she had the chance?

Probably not. It thrills her to be at his mercy. Their teasing and torturing has gone on far too long for her to tell him to stop now. She longs to wrap her legs around his waist as he plunges into the very center of her. His tongue traces a line from the nape of her neck to her ear. His left hand slides up her shirt and cups her breast. His fingers tease the already hardened nipple through her bra. Her knees are weak. She braces herself against him. She shifts her hips slowly escort ataşehir from side to side so that her ass is rubbing against his crotch. Turn about is fair play after all. He groans quietly.

“My pet how unfair of you to tease me like that.” He whispers in her ear. She can’t help but smile. She reaches up to gently pull his hand from her hair. She is shocked that he gives up his control so easily. She turns to face him. Lust burns in his eyes. It sends chills through her. She squeezes her hand between them and lazily brushes it over the bulge in his pants. He closes his eyes for a moment to relish the feeling. A mischievous smile creeps across her face as she undoes the buckle to his belt. With one swift motion she removes it from his pants. Her hand again drifts to the bulge in his pants. She slowly walks around him, letting her hand drag across his crotch.

“Put your hands behind you back.” She says sternly. His head whips around as he tries kadıköy escort to protest.

“Do it!” She says before he can put up a fight. Slowly he moves his hands behind his back. She loops his belt around his wrists. Tight enough so he knows she means business, but not so tight as to actually restrain him. She smiles sweetly as she steps back around to the front of him. A smirk plays on his lips. She stands on her tiptoes to kiss his roughly on the mouth before dropping to her knees in front of him. She uses her teeth to unbutton and unzip his pants. She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and underwear to pull them down. His cock stands at complete attention. She wraps her arms around his waist and takes him all the way in her mouth. She lets her teeth graze over the head before slowly sliding it back out of her mouth. His legs tremble as her tongue makes small circles on the head of his cock. She nibbles gently up and down the shaft, then maltepe escort bayan flattens her tongue to lick and tease the underside. She reaches down the front of her own pants to finger her clit. Hell if he’s getting off she might as well get off too, right? She moans softly while sucking his cock in and out of her mouth.

He tries to hold back his groans, but her teasing draws it out of him. Her fingers pick up the pace on her clit, while her mouth does the same on his cock. His breathing becomes faster. So does hers. Without warning her orgasm hits her hard. She takes his dick from her mouth, and wraps her hand around it. She jerks him off fast, while striving for a second orgasm of her own. His body goes rigid as his orgasm wash over him. She doesn’t realize he’s coming until the first little spurt hits her chin. Without thinking twice she wraps her lips around the head of his cock and lets him come in her mouth. When he is finished she swallows, then stands.

“Thanks for the stockings.” She says before using her index finger to wipe the come from her chin. She winks at him as she sucks it off her finger, and walks out of his apartment. Leaving him standing there with his pants around his ankles and a huge grin on his face.

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Texas Trio Pt. 02 – Becky’s Debt Ch. 14

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REMINDER: I write long stories. Many chapters don’t have naughty bits, but those that do will be way more fun if you read the others, too! Also, although TT2 is a stand-alone novel, it takes place in the same family as Texas Trio, so you might want to read that one first! -Stefanie

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They were the oddest family Brody had ever met.

Since Kendall and Wilson had seen fit to allow it, Brody had begun dropping by the house to sit on the porch after supper two or three times a week, though he’d skirted their directive by not mentioning his true motivation to Becky.

He justified his reticence by reasoning that Becky had lived on this remote ranch for several years. She was inexperienced and would surely refuse to be courted out of fear alone. He thought once she’d come to know him and was more comfortable in his presence, she’d be more likely to consent to walking out with him.

His deeper reasons for withholding the information went without conscious mention, but peeked fleetingly from the shadowy corners of his mind. He wanted her, but he wasn’t sure he should have her. He wasn’t sure he deserved to have her.

Rebecca Connor was a respectable young woman. She wasn’t just a virgin: she was a virtuous woman from an upper-class family, reared in refined circumstances which surely allowed her little contact with the seamier side of life. Even if she possessed some general knowledge of human sexuality- which he doubted- Becky would be ignorant of dark desires like Brody’s own.

The more he came to know her, the more complicated and interesting she became. At the same time, sacrificing a piece of himself to be with her seemed a more and more reasonable proposition. If he was successful in his pursuit, he expected the missing pieces of his sex life would eat at him occasionally over the years, but he thought just being near Becky would make up for whatever the union lacked.

In order not to be detected, he behaved with perfect propriety toward Miss Connor and every other member of the family, on the surface paying no one more attention than the rest, he believed. And they were an unusual bunch, to be sure.

To start with, you could hardly tell the family from the hired help without resorting to an examination of their wardrobes, and even that would only place Mrs. Connor and Rebecca above the rest. On a daily basis, Kendall and Wilson didn’t dress any differently from any of the men working on their ranch. To some extent, everyone dressed for dinner, and on Sundays, the family went all-out for church. Even Kendall, who didn’t attend services, put on a formal suit before the family came home to dine later that afternoon.

Caleb did not dress for dinner or any other meal, but his sporadic presence at table illustrated what Brody found most extraordinary about the family, even more unusual than the three-way marriage at the head of it: the seemingly unconscious mixing of races. The only time anyone showed that they were cognizant of skin color being an issue was when they left the ranch for a trip into town.

Though folks in and around Liberty Falls reacted with varying degrees of disapproval and prurient interest to the concept of a woman with two husbands- it wasn’t the only such alliance in the state, after all; this far west men outnumbered women at least five to one- there was hardly any dissension when the topic came around to a racially mixed marriage, especially when it involved a white woman.

Kendall wasn’t Christian, so church wasn’t an issue, but he often chose to stay in the shadows at other events, as well, keeping an eye on things without alarming the citizenry. Brody knew all about it because the family wasn’t trying to keep it quiet. At home, it was a topic addressed with teasing and mock alarm, since Kendall thought having splinters driven under his nails would be more fun than plastering a smile on his face and listening to inane “conversation.”

Maybe the lack of attention paid to race was partly due to Kendall being half Indian, Brody thought, though from what he could tell, Kendall and Caleb were the two most racist people on earth. They had no problem with nationalities unilaterally despised by the rest of the country- Chinese, Mexican, African, and Irish- but tribal prejudices were apparently endemic to the Indian race. After the first few times Brody heard them talking like that, he stopped trying to figure out anyone’s ancestry or alliances.

And then there was Clancy. To Brody’s disgust, he soon realized that spending time with Rebecca put him in constant contact with the evil elf responsible for his most recent broken nose. The leathery, one-legged devil lived in the stable, where Caleb had slept before his marriage, but unlike Caleb, Clancy spent much of his time at the house, entertaining the children, keeping an eye on the ladies while the men were away, and volunteering to taste-test everything coming out of the kitchen.

Plus being loudly unhappy escort ataşehir with Brody’s presence, of course.

Kendall and Wilson grinned silently whenever Clancy gave Brody a hard time, unless Mrs. Connor or the children were around. Then one of them would snap their fingers in his direction and, unbelievably, Clancy would shut his voluminous trap.

Mrs. Connor’s kindness was surely a huge part of the family’s equitable attitude, Brody thought. From her arrogant husbands right down to the meanest cowhand among them, practically everyone on the ranch loved Mrs. Connor. She treated Nanny as her mother, Yan as a daughter, and even had the nerve to swat Caleb’s hand away when he stole sweets before dinner. Nanny was the only other person who could get away with something like that without losing the hand. Even the children were cautious around Caleb, and those three had no native fear of anything at all, as far as Brody could see.

That was another check-mark in the column marked odd . . . the children.

Lily was obviously Kendall’s child, but the boys were a mystery. Everybody referred to them as “the twins,” but Brody suspected one of them was the child of a mistress, who Mrs. Connor had generously taken in to raise as her own. After watching for a while, though, he’d seen no difference whatsoever in the way she treated them, and at times, Brody thought he saw bits of her in both boys, and small resemblances between them.

Despite the novelty of a wholesome household stemming from such an unconventional alliance, he didn’t spend much time thinking about it, but Brody was damned curious about the two boys, he admitted to himself.

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At first Becky was determined to maintain a cordial reserve with Mr. Easton. She seemed unable to handle his advances with aplomb, and she wanted to avoid any repetition of the awkward looks that had passed between them in the library and parlor. Soon, however, she came to believe he’d taken either her slap or her brothers’ threatening glares to heart. He paid no particular attention to her, and gradually her aloof manner relaxed into something closer to acceptance. She tried to look at him as merely another of her sister’s strays. His presence was inconvenient, since she’d rather forget him altogether, but unimportant in the long run.

She couldn’t help hearing what he said, however, and learned quite a bit about him during marathon interrogations conducted by Lily and the twins. Adults tended to progress rapidly from quizzing one another about their backgrounds to making shallow small talk as they became more familiar, but children were unfamiliar with the entire world: their introductory phase lasted forever. Brody obviously didn’t know much about kids, but he quickly adopted a practical approach to answering their endless litany of questions with short words and gentle humor.

Why? Why? Why?

Why do dogs chase rabbits?

Why don’t you have a mom?

Why don’t you have a dog?

“I like Topper better than any other dog; I come here to visit him instead of paying good money for a second-rate dog.”

Why don’t you play the fiddle?

“I tried to learn piano back in Ohio,” Brody answered, “but I couldn’t get the hang of it, so I learned to sing instead. My tongue doesn’t trip as much as my fingers did.” Then he taught them a funny song about a lady who kissed a bear. Mr. Easton had a lovely voice, Becky learned.

“Your eyes are a funny color,” said Jamie.

Nanny hissed at that, but Mr. Easton had already begun to answer, “I know! I always wanted purple eyes, but I got these boring grey ones! What do you think I should do?”

The children offered suggestions- pulling his hat down further being the least impractical.

Brody put his hat on like usual. “Like this?” Jamie and Kenny took turns trying to pull and push it down past his eyebrows, then tied his neckerchief across the bridge of his nose, and the whole family laughed at that. Except Colt and Clancy, of course.

Becky couldn’t help enjoying his sense of humor, and his stories were often disgustingly informative.

He told the children of a “great island” near Africa and the strange, monkey-like creature he’d seen there, with the mask and striped tail of a raccoon, but thumbs like a child. Mr. Easton mimicked a few of the animal’s many calls, including a hiccuping sound and a yodel.

While the children practiced their yodeling, Becky and Brody discussed evolution, and Jeremiah fetched a taxonomic reference from his lab to show the children pictures of a lemur.

Brody didn’t know nearly as much about science as she or Jeremiah, but Becky discovered he was interested in a great many things. She often found herself talking about plants or animals with him, though she tried to stay away from her favorite topic- geology- since she’d been in so much trouble lately over her explorations.

After several weeks of Mr. Easton’s visits, however, kadıköy escort their sporadic discussions of evolution led Becky inevitably to Lyell’s theory of stratification.

Since Brody knew nothing about geology unrelated to the practicalities of removing gold from rock and water, she began by explaining how multi-colored stripes in the rocks were formed. The limestone layers in nearby cliffs and canyons, for instance, had been created by the deposition of millions of dead sea creatures, layer upon layer upon layer, over aeons. Brody was silent for such a long time after her description that Becky began to think maybe he was one of those stupid, stubborn people who automatically regarded any radical, new knowledge as impossible. Or maybe he just doubted the veracity of intelligence imparted to him by a woman.

Then Brody started asking questions, and she forgot all that. Every answer she gave raised another question in Brody’s mind, and half his questions raised a question in hers, too.

How did sea creatures come to be in cliffs this far inland? If Texas was underwater at one time, how was it not underwater now? If fossils were formed in layers of stone, why weren’t there fossils in metals? He’d seen a lot of gold straight from the mine, and he’d never heard even a rumor about anything like that. What about quartz crystals? There weren’t any fossils in that, either, and it was rock, too, wasn’t it?

Their conversations about geology were so stimulating that Becky lost all her reservations about being around him. She forgot she was pretending he didn’t exist. One particular evening, she even forgot to go to bed. They talked so enthusiastically and at such length that everyone else drifted away, and Becky barely heard herself bidding them goodnight. One by one they slipped off to bed, until only Jem and Colt were left on the porch with Brody and Rebecca.

Finally, Becky paused to sip her drink, hoping to soothe a throat made sore by talking, and surprised Colt and Jem staring at her and Brody with a mixture of apprehension and amusement.

She looked from Brody, to Colt, to Jem, and back to Brody.

After a long moment spent absorbing the shock of her brothers’ suppositions, she flushed and stood so abruptly that she nearly knocked the drink from Brody’s hand as he hurried to rise, as well.

“Well, good night, gentlemen,” she said evenly.

Without looking at Brody, Becky fled into the house, leaving Colt and Jem grinning from ear to ear. Both men stood to face him down.

Colt stuck one thumb in his belt. “Guess you got no choice now, Easton. Ask her or don’t, but Becky better tell me she wants you settin’ on our porch before I see you out here again.”

He turned and went inside.

Jem lifted the lantern from the hook by Brody’s shoulder and followed his partner, leaving Brody alone in the dark.

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Two days later, Becky was in the barnyard feeding chickens when Brody appeared, as though she’d conjured him with the confusion she’d been feeling since that night.

“Miss Connor.” He removed his hat, squinting in the afternoon sun. “I was wondering if I might have a word?”

Becky latched the door in the fence surrounding the chicken coop- they’d been having a grey fox problem recently, and the chickens were temporarily imprisoned until someone shot the fox. She turned toward the house without another glance at Brody. “I’m very busy today, Mr. Easton: perhaps some other time.”

Brody caught Becky’s hand, and she was forced to stop, her eyes flying to his face. She tried once to tug her hand from his grasp, but saw right away that was useless and stopped tugging.

“Mr. Easton-” she began.

“Miss Connor-” Brody interrupted, still holding her hand and standing much too close.

In the sun, Brody’s eyes sparkled like smoky quartz dotted with flecks of biotite and diamond. He studied her solemnly from his greater height and Becky couldn’t find the will to speak again. Only the soft scratching and clucking of the hens broke the silence between them.

Why couldn’t she cut him? Becky wondered. Not once since that day in the library had she been able to put him from her mind or put him in his place. She knew exactly how to handle men behaving in a forward manner. Girls of her social stratum learned it early and put it to use a dozen times each year, but Becky couldn’t muster the strength to give Brody Easton a chilly look and yank her hand away. Not a single searing comment rose to her lips. Instead, she waited, her heart fluttering and her hand in his, as his eyes ran over her face like a caress.

“Miss Connor, I’d be honored if you would allow me to call on you this evening.”

Becky’s lips parted enticingly, but no words came.

Brody was so close he didn’t even have to move his feet; he just shifted his weight from one to the other, and suddenly he was much, much closer, looming over her.

Slowly, so she had plenty of time maltepe escort bayan to protest, he bent his head. His grip on her hand gentled, but he didn’t release it or move to embrace her.

On a gasp, Becky drew in the air of his last exhalation, a second before his lips touched hers.

For the first time in her life, Becky’s wits completely failed her. No, not failed her, she thought later . . . deserted her altogether. When she’d first seen him in the library, Becky had been stunned into silence by his sheer good looks, but when Mr. Easton kissed her, it wasn’t only the power of speech which deserted her. When Mr. Easton kissed her, Becky’s brain packed a trunk and lit off for parts unknown.

Brody kissed Becky and everything else in the world was drowned in the swirling, kaleidoscopic sensation of his lips on hers. Her eyes flickered and closed, a roaring sound filling her ears. He was gentle, barely pressing his lips to hers, but the kiss was devastating. He ended it before she thought to, but Brody didn’t move away, and Becky stayed in exactly the same position, her eyes closed, her head tilted back, and her lips parted.

She felt as though the seas which had once covered this part of Texas had suddenly returned, flooding familiar settings, leaving her adrift on a watery landscape where nothing looked the same.

Having spent so much time sitting on the porch with her, Brody had come to know not only the depth of Becky’s passions but the will with which she clung to her standards. Becky could be swayed from her beliefs by reason and logic, but she wasn’t one to be budged from her chosen path by the push of another person’s casual desire. Since her actions last night and her answer only a moment before made it clear that Becky wasn’t interested in his attentions, he expected her to pull away. When that didn’t happen, he expected an outburst of anger, maybe another slap. When she simply stood silently, her lovely face flushed and upturned, Brody had no choice in the matter: he kissed her again.

Becky melted.

He felt her sway, so Brody dropped her fingers and drew her into his arms. Hers wound themselves naturally around his neck. His kiss, which had been gentle, deepened when he felt her surrender. He drew her full bottom lip between his own, tipped his head, and parted her lips with his. Once, twice more he kissed her, letting his tongue play lightly across the delicious pink flesh just beyond her lips. He made himself keep his hands light and quiet on her back, when he wanted to hold her so closely not even air could come between them.

Scared, Brody told himself. She’s a virgin. She’ll be scared and shy.

Gently, he straightened, brushing the fine, soft curls away from her temple. For the first time, he noticed the deep, square scar near the edge of one eyebrow. His own brows dipped inward momentarily, but Becky’s lashes fluttered open, and Brody released her, forgetting the scar.

Becky swayed again, and he reached out to steady her, but this time she evaded him.

She stared for a few long moments, her normally expressive face empty of emotion. She stepped back and, without lowering her eyes, spoke calmly. “I’m flattered by your interest, Mr. Easton, but I don’t think that would be wise. Thank you, and good-bye.”

Unhurried, she turned and walked away.

He barely remembered riding Bear back to the bunkhouse or putting him up for the night. He didn’t undress, but did pull his boots off before falling backward onto his rough cornhusk mattress. He lay staring up at the ceiling, listening to twenty snoring cowboys, and felt nothing. He was empty.

Brody was no longer worried about whether his sexual needs could be accommodated within the confines of a traditional marriage. He didn’t give a shit about his sexual needs. Sometime between waking up with two black eyes and arguing with her about fish in the desert, Brody had come to the conclusion that he was falling in love with Rebecca Connor. After their kiss, he was sure she felt it, too, but for some reason, Rebecca Connor wanted nothing to do with him.

Brody lay awake most of the night, staring at nothing, his eyes and mouth dry, and his belly full of stone. Around dawn, he seriously considered pulling his gun from beneath the pillow, cocking it, and blowing the head off the man sleeping in the next bed, which would end Billy’s horrendous snoring, but might precipitate an even more violent episode of flatulence.

Fortunately for Billy, Brody drifted off without making a decision.

The foreman kicked his bunk an hour later, and Brody went back to work. For several days, that was all he did: work. Occasionally, he’d drink a cup of coffee, take a piss, or eat some beef and beans, but he didn’t bathe, didn’t speak, and he tried like hell not to think at all.

On the fifth day, Herman Arnold spit on Brody’s boot and got his arm broken in return, along with a split lip, a cracked tooth, and two black eyes. It took four men to break up the fight, but only one of them was holding Herman. Finally, the foreman cocked Brody in the head with the butt of his rifle, knocking him senseless. He gestured to Brody’s crumpled form. “Throw him in the creek, but don’t let him drown.”

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There were probably 100 people at the party all dressed in their best outfits, drinking and eating and laughing and making small talk. I had come to the party for political reasons and really wasn’t very interested in most of the people there. I wore my long black skirt that is split up to the top of my thigh, my black silk blouse with the jet buttons up the front, a black lace bra that hooks in the front, no panties, black thigh-high stockings and black heels. I looked like the rest of the group and tried not to appear too bored.

As I walked across the large room to the bar I spotted a man leaning against the wall. He was dressed in a nice suit, was a nice-looking man and seemed as bored as I was. He looked up at me and that’s when I saw what would draw me to him – his eyes. He had the same eyes that I see when I look in the mirror – those of a slut. I guess it really does take one to know one. Our eyes held the gaze for only a second and I went on over to the bar and ordered a glass of wine.

Sluts always seem to manage to find one another and this was no exception. I walked in his direction and caught his eye again. Never having been shy I introduced myself and asked if he were having as much fun as I was. We both laughed and I knew he was as bored as I was. We talked about all the things people discuss at parties but there was a knowing in each of us that this meeting would be more than small talk.

As I looked into his eyes I could feel my pussy get wet and I wanted his hands on me. I wanted to feel his mouth on mine and I wanted to see if he had grown hard as we talked. I turned just slightly so that my breast brushed against his arm. He didn’t back off and I knew I had him and he would have me. He moved his leg so that it was now against my thigh and my body shivered ever so slightly. I could feel him moving toward me but his body was standing still. We continued to talk about things that didn’t matter but there was another unspoken conversation going on that overshadowed any words that were said.

I put my wine glass on the table and turned toward him so that the slit in my skirt was hidden from the view of everyone else there. He turned slightly sideways and placed his hand on my arm. The heat of his body sent signals to my breasts and my clit and my nipples hardened as I felt his energy. I needed his hands on me. I reached for his hand that was on my arm and moved it to my thigh. He could feel my bare skin above my stockings and he stroked my thigh very softly.

Our eyes never left each other and there were no more words, only feeling those desires that sluts have for each other. I knew he understood escort ataşehir who and what I was and that he wanted me for all of those reasons. I needed him so desperately. My body craved him and I knew he felt that – it was in his eyes. His hand moved up my thigh and my legs parted slightly. I could feel the wetness start to seep out of my pussy as I anticipated his touch on that tender part of me.

I moved just enough so that my hand could find his cock without being seen. It was hard and needy as I brushed it lightly. I could feel him tighten his muscles so that his cock moved against my hand. Then, so suddenly his fingers reached my wetness and he pressed against my clit. Oh god how I needed to feel his cock inside me. I knew what he would feel like before he was ever there and I needed, craved, desired, and wanted him. My body burned with a desire I hadn’t know before. I wanted to crawl into this man and have him possess me. He was like me, he knew the needs of my body because his had those same needs. I felt as though I were outside my own body and moving toward something that would change me forever. Never had I experienced such total freedom.

The heat in the room was unbearable. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You are a lovely slut.” I felt as though I would faint. His arm was suddenly around me and guiding me out of the room to a large patio. Beyond the patio was a beautiful garden and the full moon shone so brightly on it. I knew he was guiding me to the garden but it was as though I were floating, led by what must be.

We reached a spot deep into the garden where there were hedges all around and a large stone bench in the center of them. He took my hand and led me to the bench where I sat for fear of falling if I didn’t. He knelt in front of me and took my hands in his and started to kiss my palms. My head rolled back and my eyes closed so that I could feel all that he was giving me. His kisses moved up my arm to my shoulder and then to my throat. I was being consumed by fire from within and I wanted this never to stop.

He whispered to me again, “You are a lovely slut and you are mine.” I knew I was his and I wanted to be his. I wanted to let all of the years of being a slut and a whore bring to him such pleasure as he had never known. My arms went around his neck and I pulled him to my breasts so that I could feel his warmth. The night air was cool but the fire that burned inside the two of us was enough to keep us warm. We both moved slowly, kissing each other’s faces and necks, holding each other close and letting the waves of passion wash over us.

Each of us held kadıköy escort back and wouldn’t let the passion take its full measure. We needed to touch and feel and taste and smell all of those things that would eventually lead to the total release of the passion. Our hands roamed over each other’s bodies in gentle strokes, not daring to break the moments of anticipation that grew in each of us. The fires of passion were rising to fever pitch yet we still held back from giving in. We were not withholding ourselves, only delaying that final moment when the earth would shatter and we would be spent in each other’s arms.

He laid me back on the bench and stood over me and looked the full length of me before placing his hands on my belly. His gentle hands that made me quiver with excitement. He moved them over my belly and up to my breasts, cupping each one so tenderly that I thought I would scream out for more. I put my hand over my mouth just to keep from screaming for him to take me. I wanted to savor each touch, each movement of his hands. He released my breasts and moved his hands slowly down my body.

He moved my skirt aside to reveal my womanhood but his hands never touched me there. He only made feather light touches down my thighs to my ankles. He removed my shoes and ran his fingers over my feet. Then he knelt beside me and started to kiss from my toes up over my calves and my thighs until he reached the place that burned for him. I didn’t think I could stand anymore but he made me wait for him. He kissed my belly slowly and make shivers go all over my body as his hands continued to stroke my thighs.

Finally, finally – the touch I had waited for. His mouth came to my swollen clit and kissed me there so softly that I thought I would die. I could feel the orgasm building in me but it built from the inside out. My whole being seemed to focus on him and my energy centered on his kisses. I could not wait. My body exploded as it had never done before and the orgasm was not only for my swollen clit but also for my entire being. He stayed with me until I couldn’t take anymore and he moved to my mouth to kiss me and let me taste the juices from my own body that he had solicited. I kissed him deeply and tasted the two of us mixed together.

He cradled me in his arms until I was breathing slowly and totally relaxed. I never wanted to let him go or to be out of his arms. Such lust as I had never known had consumed me and I needed him to feel what I had felt. I sat up and asked him to sit with me. He sat with his arms around me and I reached for his manhood. Oh yes, it was hard and wanting as I had been wanting.

I maltepe escort bayan knelt in front of him and took out his hard cock. It was all I could do not to immediately devour it but I wanted to take my time with him as he had with me. My hands ran the length of his thighs as my tongue flicked the head of his cock. There was precum there and it tasted so sweet on my tongue. I kissed the head of his cock and then let my tongue slowly wander the length of it, getting it wet. He lifted his hips just enough for me to slide his pants down so that I could get to his tight balls.

As I sucked each one of his balls into my mouth I stroked his cock in long slow strokes. I could feel his body tense as he experienced the same pleasure he had given me. My mouth closed over his cock as my hands cupped his balls, squeezing them gently. His cock felt so right in my mouth as I closed over it and let my tongue play lightly. Then just as slowly I brought my mouth back up again and continued the slow stroking with my warm wet mouth. My hands searched his body so that I could know every part of him as he knew me.

Even though I moved slowly I could feel the orgasm start to build. Suddenly he took me by the shoulders and moved me back. “I need to put my seed inside you. I need to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock.” I lay back on the grass, pulled my skirt open and move my legs apart. As he lowered his body to mind he kissed me. I could feel his hard cock against me but he didn’t enter me immediately. He let his cock slide over my clit until I was begging him to take me.

He thrust his cock into me suddenly and deeply and held it there. I gasped as I felt him fill me up. I could feel him all the way inside me and I needed him even more than I had before. He pressed his body against me and I felt myself turn to liquid. I was his to own and he was mine and we were one. He moved his cock all the way out of me and then slowly inserted himself into me again. The pleasure was more than any I had ever known and I needed his cum inside me. He moved faster and my hips matched his movements so perfectly that it was as if we had always been together.

I was moving to the edge so quickly and he sensed my need. He matched my rhythm so that we would cum together. I felt it – the hot liquid that was his essence – as it spurted into my waiting womb. We came together in total release of passion. There was no one and nothing else around us – we were caught up in a world of our own – two sluts giving totally to one another, understanding the need to give and to receive. We were spent.

We lay there under the stars and the full moon for a very long time just letting the passion ebb and flow as it would. We made love several times that night and each time was more intense and releasing than the one before. We were two whores who barely knew each other’s names but we knew each other so very well.

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He watched her stroll on to the tennis court. Long, slim, tanned legs stretched to unimaginable heights and disappeared beneath a very short white tennis skirt. It barely covered the twin globes of her trim rump. He swallowed and hoped that he wouldn’t get a hard on right then and there before they’d even tossed the first serve.

She stepped forward and stooped to pick up a wayward ball and he flushed as the tender flesh of her inner thigh was exposed from beneath the skirt. She rose, concentrating on bouncing the tennis ball and he noted with admiration her slim but well toned arms as she held her racket casually.

Her long, golden-blonde hair was tied up neatly in a ponytail that flipped around as she moved. She was constantly pushing back strands that flitted about her face. Now holding the ball in one hand, she looked up and smiled at him.

“Ready?” She asked.

He could only nod weakly, dazzled by that smile and those luminous dark eyes on a heart-shaped face, high cheekbones and a pretty pink mouth. His pulse was beating hard and he knew it wasn’t the thrill of a tennis competition.

The air was warm, buzzing with summer noise; people in a pool nearby, kids playing basketball, distant traffic. The smell of jasmine was everywhere, intoxicating, wrapping him in a haze of pleasure. He stretched his taut muscles and tried to loosen up, tried to focus on the game at hand. Pulling his mind away from his distracting fantasies about this girl.

She hit the ball with a smooth stroke and it bounced easily in front of him. He lined it up and hit it back. They had a short rally to warm up then played for serve. He watched her twenty-one year old, athletic body maneuver around the court. Shapely calf muscles and slim thighs flexing as she planted her feet then shifted quickly to a new position. Her concentration and athletic skill was evident as she hit a cross-court forehand that whizzed by him.

He flashed her a smile. “Nice one. Your serve.”

“Thanks,” she replied with a small smile.

She set up for her serve on the baseline and threw the ball high in the air. As she bought her racket back and moved forward over the ball her small but nicely rounded breasts pressed up against the white sleeveless top she was wearing. He couldn’t help but notice that her nipples were slightly hard poking obviously through the fabric. With barely a second to spare he wrenched his concentration back but lucky for him her first serve hit the net. He shook his head wondering how he could ever get through this game being as distracted as he was.

Her second serve sailed across the net and hit the service court. He returned it with ease, winning the first point.

“Love-Fifteen,” she called.

The game played out and she raced around the court winning her service game by a point. He realized they were in for some good tennis, they were both breathing a little harder. He watched her position her body to receive his serve, a small furrow of concentration on her brow.

After the first set, which he had barely won, they took a quick break for a drink and perched on the concrete bench at the side of the court. She was so close now, he could smell her sweat; it was fragrant and musky; perfume and woman. He breathed her into his nostrils and tried to keep his eyes off her legs stretched out in front of her, her left thigh barely inches from his right hand. She raised the drink bottle to her lips and he noted the pleasing lines of her neck and throat and longed to plant his lips in that tiny crevice that pulsed at the base of her throat.

He licked his lips and looked up at the splendid blue of the sky, cloudless and azure. When he looked down again, he caught her looking at him. Her dark eyes were shining and he thought for a moment that there was something in their depths that looked familiar. He glanced at her again. He knew that look! His throat went dry and he started to panic. He’d seen that look before but he’d never dreamed it would appear on the face of this girl who sat beside him. He cleared his throat and wiped the sweat from his brow once again. He must be mistaken. Combing his fingers nervously through his short but unruly hair, he glanced at her again.

“You really do play great tennis,” he murmured, more to try and calm himself than to make conversation. She looked away then, leaning over to put down the drink bottle.

“Thanks,” she said with a pleased smile. “It’s been a long time since I’ve played. My dad taught me to return his serve, it’s how I learned to hit.” Her voice, accented and unusual to his ears, was like music; soft and breathy.

“He taught you well.”

“Not well enough. You’re very good.”

She was grinning at him and he noticed her appreciative look. Ridiculously, he felt himself flush with pleasure at her compliment. He noticed her body was turned more towards him, the side of her knee almost touching his thigh. The body language, he thought, I know that body language.

He felt an icy chill of excitement as he dared to believe that this girl was actually sending him signals. But no, it couldn’t be. Everything escort ataşehir inside him told him it was wrong, that it was never going to happen. He was virtually her boss, although not directly he reasoned with himself. He’d been watching her for awhile at work, admiring the shape of her. The way she moved her body was liquid and sensual. He had even struck up a conversation with her, pleasantly surprised that she was interesting and intelligent. He couldn’t believe his luck when she’d consented to play tennis with him. Now she was here, her body mere inches from him. He itched to reach out and run his hand along the length of her thigh and up inside that white skirt.

She caught him looking at her legs and he watched her expression change. There was hesitation, fear, and then a glint of knowing. Had he blown it? He saw her shift on the seat but to his astonishment it was towards him till her leg was touching his. He felt the contact immediately, her warm, slightly damp skin on his. A curl of excitement erupted inside his guts and wormed its way down between his legs. His cock responded instantly. It moved in his pants and he gritted his teeth hoping she didn’t notice. But she was staring at him now and the look on her face left him in little doubt.

The atmosphere around them was electrically charged, he could feel it prickling his skin like he was being touched by air-sprites. He caught her eye with difficulty and licked his lips. It was make or break right now but he was going to go for it. His hand moved as if through molasses and without taking his eyes from her face he gently laid a finger on her exposed knee. Her expression did not change and he lay his whole hand on her thigh. Her large, oval brown eyes gazing into his were doe-like. They seemed to shimmer with unspoken words: I want you?

This first contact was intensely pleasurable and he felt his mouth go dry. Her skin was damp and tight. He could feel the tone of her muscle beneath his fingertips as he pressed gently. Her lips parted slightly; her chest was rising and falling more rapidly now. Tentatively, with questioning eyes, he slipped his hand gradually along her thigh till it rested just below the hem of the short tennis skirt.

She leaned into him, continuing to hold him enthralled with her eyes. Their arms touched and then he watched in amazement as she lifted her hand and touched his face. Her caress was soft like a butterfly. She drew her fingertips across the contours of his cheek and brow and then traced the line of his lips. His skin burned where she touched him and he closed his eyes, too overwhelmed to speak, knowing her touch to be an invitation.

When he opened his eyes her dreamy pink lips were inches from his, all he had to do was move his head just slightly, then … there it was. His lips contacted hers and he could smell her sweet breath and feel the soft fullness of her lips against his. He moved his mouth against hers and incredibly she responded, the lips moved apart slightly and carefully. Fatefully he tasted them with his tongue. As if on cue, her tongue darted out to meet his. The kiss deepened.

His response was immediate and his pants moved inexorably as all the feelings inside him flooded directly to his cock. It was straining against his tennis shorts now; he shifted uncomfortably and they pulled apart, both breathing a little unsteadily.

She was smiling at him, all hesitation seemingly gone from her expression now. A stray strand of blonde hair escaped from the ponytail and blew across her face. He suppressed the urge to catch it between two fingers, wind the silky stuff around his hand, and pull her face to his for another kiss.

“You look stunned.” He heard her say gently, with that smile playing at the corners of her mouth, her eyes dancing with amusement.

“Well, let’s say… well, yes, I am,” he stammered feeling like a fool.

“I’ve been watching you at work, hearing your voice in the hallways. You have beautiful blue eyes,” she whispered at him huskily and she seemed to be surveying his features. He wondered what she must think. He had been told he was handsome by quite a few women in his life, but middle-age starts to add lines where there had only been firm skin, add fat layers where there had only been muscle. He kept in very good shape though and he was proud of his body. Her eyes wandered back to meet his again and they were dark and serious.

“Will you kiss me again please?” She asked him as if she were ordering a loaf of bread.

Like a man finding water after a long walk in the desert he raised his hand to the back of her neck and drew her head closer. This time he kissed her firmly. Pressing his tongue between her lips he teased open her mouth. It yielded gracefully and she took his tongue, tasting him with equal passion. He was breathless and disbelieving. Thoughts and doubts whirled until he felt her hand connect to the skin of his thigh. Her hand moved slowly higher till it rested on the zipper of his shorts and he knew he could not hide the reality of his wanting her any longer.

When her hand passed over the kadıköy escort front of his shorts and found his erection, he pulled away from their kiss leaning his forehead against hers. He gasped and let out a low chuckle. He glanced up at her, her face so close to his. He wore a sheepish expression from being found out but the look in her eyes told him all he needed to know. They were glazed over with desire and she was letting him read everything in their amber depths. It was true! He felt a deep thrill as he let himself accept that this woman wanted him.

He kissed her again as she continued to rub his cock gently and insistently through his shorts. He felt ready to explode right beneath her hand. With difficulty he kept control, feeling his whole body shudder. His hand slid along her thigh, invading the confines of her white skirt, until he pressed his fingertips against the soft cotton of her panties and felt the hillock of her mound. Her thighs opened slightly for him, encouraging him. He pulled away from their kiss to catch her eye. Finding only invitation, his hand snaked beneath the rim of her panties and slid into her silky curls. His finger pushed down into the warm fleshy slit between her thighs.

Her eyes closed and then opened in wide-eyed pleasure when he found her firm, hooded nodule and rubbed it. He heard a tiny moan escape from her lips and the sound somehow dragged him back from the delirium of his feelings. She was curled against him, clinging desperately to his arm, her face buried against his shoulder while his fingers were doing their job in her panties. He remembered they were in a public place and distantly he took in their surroundings.

A high fence covered in thick, green gauze that was designed to shield players from the wind and to keep in the balls surrounded the single tennis court. It offered some privacy from passersby but anyone could unlock the gate if they wanted to use the court. He was about to withdraw his hand and suggest that they return to his apartment, but she must have felt him move and she grabbed his arm staying his fingers.

“Don’t you think we should go back to my place?” He whispered.

She caught his eye with an enigmatic expression and a warm gleam in her eye. “No. I like it right here.”

He raised an eyebrow and smiled, loving her style. He could still hear the people in the pool not three or four hundred feet away over a slight rise and the distant zoom of traffic. But the park they were in was unusually empty for a weekend. The smells of nature and the warm air were irresistible accompaniments to this unexpected afternoon pleasure. To have this woman anywhere was more than he could have dreamed, and he had dreamed of it often lately. To have her out here under the bluest of summer skies was ecstasy.

She allowed him to remove his hand from her panties and he surveyed the concrete bench they were sitting on. He pushed the tennis rackets and a tube of balls off the bench to the ground to make space. He turned to her then and he was suddenly lost in the dark brown depths of her eyes. He faltered a moment, but there was no argument in her eyes.

“Lie down,” he ordered her gently, loving what was to come next as he imagined what her taste would be like on his tongue. Silently, she lay back against the bench and he kneeled on the soft grass surface of the court. Her skirt was hitched up even further now and he took in the sight of her thighs spread apart for him. They tapered down to the silky edges of her underwear. He hooked his fingers underneath the band and pulled. A trim patch of fluffy brown hair covered her pubis. She raised her hips slightly and he slid her panties over her buttocks and down her thighs, discarding them on the ground.

He slid the palm of his hand along the luscious length of her legs then pulled her towards him till her knees were over his shoulders. His groin pulsed with his delight in being surrounded by her incredible legs. A warm, musky scent drifted up to him from that delectable place between her thighs and he paused a moment taking in the sight of her; a glint of moisture told him she was ready. He longed to taste her, to lick up that moisture.

He kissed the soft skin of her inner thighs on his way down. He smelled the warm aroma of her and then parted the folds with gentle fingertips. She arched her back when his tongue delicately contacted her sensitive skin and he got his first taste of her rich, sweet honey. Her thighs tightened slightly around his head when he discovered the hardening button in her center and pushed against it, and then licked and sucked until he heard her make mewing, gasping sounds of pleasure. He grasped her firm, rounded bottom in his hands raising her to him so he could taste her more deeply. Exploring her smooth, responsive flesh, his tongue tasted every crevice with delight. It thrust into the tight slit that contained that canal of muscle he longed to dive into, if only she would allow it, and as long as he could hold on that long.

As he pushed his tongue into her he looked up at her. Her head was flung back revealing maltepe escort bayan her long neck and throat. One arm covered her face and she was biting the back of her hand as she writhed against his mouth. Oblivious to her surroundings, lost completely in the sensations he was provoking in her. He loved this position for the pleasure he knew he was bringing her.

Her breasts were heaving under the tight top, her prominent nipples almost tearing through the fabric in their excited state. He could hardly wait to get his mouth around them, but there were even more delectable treats waiting for him and he returned to the business at hand.

Copious juices were escaping from her and he lapped them up, reveling in the salty sweet mix. He kept lapping, opening her soft folds wider and making contact on her clitoris again and again until suddenly her thighs went rigid around his neck. Her body bucked against his mouth and she was crying out, trying to muffle the sound with her arm as the orgasm ravaged her body. He kept on, licking up the thick juices that she had released when she came, until she gripped his head with her thighs trying to get him to stop.

She lay limply as he enjoyed the sight of her and he started to become aware of his own aching need. He wanted her badly and he felt his erection rear insistently inside his shorts. He wondered if she would allow that to happen. There were still doubts in his mind that it would. They barely knew each other and he was afraid he was taking advantage of her youth. But she was making her wants very clear.

Glancing around he was relieved to see they were still alone. He perched on the edge of the bench feeling torn; his feelings were in a tumult. After a moment she raised herself on her elbows and fixed him with deep brown eyes. She was smiling and looking a little shamefaced. She sat up curling those legs underneath her on the bench and tried to pull down her skirt to hide herself. Her ponytail was askew, more blonde hair had escaped and her cheeks were flushed.

“My god, that was incredible.” She breathed softly. “But now it’s my turn,” she said fixing him with a meaningful look.

He swallowed and found it hard to breathe. She slid her hand across his shorts, feeling the hard shaft and his doubts began to recede. He felt her fumble to unzip his shorts, releasing his eager rod. She took him in her fist and he closed his eyes, aching with desire, feeling completely unable to call any shots now.

He could never have predicted this could happen when they had first arrived on the court barely an hour ago. He had never been this disarmed by a woman or a situation. He tried not to focus on the idea of being out here in the open, in a public place with this girl he had wanted for too long now. Instead, he concentrated on his flesh in her hands.

On her knees for him now, between his thighs, she was stroking him expertly. She leaned over and he felt her lick the head of his cock. Her tongue on him was excruciatingly good and he heard himself groan. His eyes squeezed shut as she took him wholly into the hot wetness of her mouth and began sucking him hard and fast.

It was all he could do to hold off shooting his load down her throat right then. He thought of baseball, standing in the outfield counting the gulls on their stadium roosts. He looked down at her kneeling between his legs, blonde ponytail bobbing as she pumped his cock in and out between pretty pink lips. He caught a glimpse of her long tan legs that had just been around his shoulders, and counted his lucky stars.

She stopped for breath, licked her lips and held his aching member tightly in her hand. She looked up at him with that lusting, innocent, doe-like expression that he could just about die for.

“I want you. I want this inside me now.”

The blurred expression that appeared on her face sent a shiver of uncontrolled lust through him and all practicality was swept aside. How could he refuse that look, he thought, realizing that what he wanted most, to sink into the hot, tight, smooth depths of her, was really going to happen. To hell with the fact that they were on a public tennis court in the middle of the day and anyone could catch them. To hell with the fact that she was only twenty-one and he was middle-aged. She wanted him and that was enough for him. He would live this out now and analyze it later.

She stood up and her supple body moved over him. He sat on the bench feeling shaken with excitement. She pressed her breasts against his chest and he scooted back from the edge of the concrete bench. She stood over him, a long leg on either side of the narrow bench, and slowly, deliciously she lowered herself onto his rearing cock.

The wide head of his cock slipped inside her soaking pussy with ease. As she lowered herself to encapsulate the engorged length of him, he was astonished by how firm and tight her flesh was. She seemed to suck and pulsate all around him; submerging him in liquid bliss. Raising a hand to her heaving chest, he felt her breasts at last through the thin fabric of her top. His hand slipped underneath and lightly squeezed first one of her tantalizingly erect nipples then the other, yearning to throw off her tennis top and bra and hold her pert, round breasts in his hands. He heard her sigh and squeeze him harder inside her. He groaned when her muscles clenched him.

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Unlocking the door to Amy’s apartment, Nick let himself inside. He looked around to see if Amy was about, but as he walked silently from room to room he still couldn’t locate her whereabouts. Where was she? Suddenly he heard the water being emptied from the bathtub, and he knew where she had hidden herself. Any moment now and she would come out.

He quietly walked into her bedroom, and started undressing. Shirt, jeans, t-shirt and even his boxers he carefully laid them on the chair beside the bed, before he pushed the covers aside and laid himself down in the middle of the bed, naked from top to bottom.

He lay listening to her opening the bathroom door and walking around humming as she made her nightly preparations. He heard her brushing her teeth and he knew now was the moment of truth.

What would she say about finding a naked man in her bed? His cock made a jerking motion by the thought of how she might fondle every part of his body, before impaling herself on his cock and ride him until they both screamed out their pleasure. He felt another jerk go through his lower body and he looked down to see his cock already being almost fully erect.

This would be hard, he chuckled as he listened to her moving through her apartment and putting out the lights one by one. Soon, very soon, he said to himself. Soon, he would know pleasure or rejection. His cock hardened even more by the thought of the woman coming closer to him.

He lay back on the bed, resting his head on his folded arms and just enjoyed the feeling of being exposed so completely. Was this how Amy had felt when laying spread out on his bed? He hoped so, as another wave of arousal poured through his body and almost making him erupt at the spot.

The door opened and Amy came barging in, making a shocked gasp as she noticed him laying on her bed.

“But…? What…?” she started.

“Dinner is served,” he offered heatedly. “Come and take me any way you want, mistress. Tonight I’m your willing slave.”

Her eyes heated in reply as she took in his naked body being offered and shown so shamelessly. Her gaze settled on his erect cock and he felt himself hardening even further just by the thought of her watching him. It felt excitingly kinky to be completely naked in front of a clad woman, even though she was only wearing a large t-shirt.

“My slave, you said?” she asked interestedly. “Does that mean I can do anything I want? And have you do anything I want?”

“Yes, anything you want,” he said in a strangled voice.

“Good,” she said almost gloating with joy. “What a splendid idea.”

Nick swallowed the lump that had settled in his throat. The rules had been set. Now there was no way he could back out of this agreement. He only hoped she didn’t ask him to do something he would have a problem with. No matter what, he would do everything she asked of him this night.

“And what does the mistress want?” Nick asked slowly, worried about what request she would put forward.

“Ah, what I want first is a real rubdown,” Amy said triumphantly. “After this day I could really need some massage on my aching muscles.”

“You mean after laying and waiting in my bed for a couple of hours?” he asked humorously.

“Don’t remind me of that fiasco,” she interrupted him. “And yes, it was very hard, actually.”

“I bet,” he smiled as he got up from the bed and allowed her to lie down on her stomach. Immediately he sat down beside her on the bed and started massaging her shoulders and arms. Taking his time to massage every muscle and every part of her body that longed for a rubdown.

Sliding down her backside, she groaned as he found a difficult spot in her lower back. A slight escort ataşehir moan was heard from her as he worked out the kinks in her backside before moving slowly down one of her legs, until he touched her ankles and moved slowly around her aching sole of the foot. Rubbing slowly up along her foot again, she gave another satisfied moan as he continued down her other leg and rubbing every part of her leg muscles.

Her skin felt hot and relaxed against his fingers and he continued into more interesting territory as he rubbed both his hands up along her thighs, and slowly moving toward her inner thighs. Dragging her t-shirt away from her bottom, he looked at the tempting skin being revealed. Moving slightly upwards, he stroked her hips and massaged her bottom in long and slow movements.

Slowly he moved one of his hands between her cheeks and massaged her clit softly from behind. She responded immediately by arching her butt upwards and slowly spreading her legs to allow him more room.

He smiled at the open invitation and he stroked her cunt slowly and lightly as he heard her breath catch.

“And then it’s time for the other side,” he said hoarsely as he removed his hand from her cunt with a reluctant gesture. He had to remind himself this time it was she who was pulling the reins.

She pulled off her t-shirt, rolled over and spread her legs slightly. “Do you best, slave,” she provoked him as she gave him a sultry smile.

“Believe me, I will,” he responded just as heatedly, before he started again on her shoulders and arms, before moving slowly across her breasts. Teasing her nipples to tighten to his every touch he wanted to bend down and lick her but he controlled himself at the last moment.

Slowly rubbing her skin on her stomach he moved down over her legs and paid particular attention to every aching muscle in her thighs and ankles. Slowly moving his hand along the insides of her legs, he gradually approached some more interesting territory.

She spread her legs slightly as he roamed over her cunt with a warm finger and she shuddered as he circled her clit.

“Lick me, slave,” she ordered and arched her back while she spread her legs even further. The invitation could not be any clearer and Nick instantly followed her lead and burrowed his face between her thighs and sucked on her clit.

The resulting moan made him almost smile at the success, and he continued by slowly lapping at her warm flesh, teasing her folds to open for him and let him inside. She gasped loudly as he directed his tongue directly on her clit and the tip hardened to his ministrations.

He felt Amy’s hands settle on both sides of his head as she held him tightly to her. As if he had any plans to going any where, he chuckled as he licked and sucked greedily on her hungry flesh. He speared his tongue into her cunt and she moaned loudly, telling him she was getting really close to her climax. He retreated and continued lapping at her sex lips instead; making her calm down before he aroused her again.

“Don’t stop,” she groaned.

“Patience,” he drawled as he continued his slow research of her cunt.

“Damn it, just fuck me and be done with it!” she snarled at him.

He laughed heartily. “So greedy. Relax, darling. It will be so much better this way,” Nick assured her. “Just have a little patience and your climax will be even stronger than before.”

“I don’t care,” she gasped out as he sucked her clit into his mouth. “Oh god,” she groaned and arched her body even closer to his mouth.

He continued lapping at her but was very careful not to make her come just yet. He wanted to make this one last as long as he could.

Finally, kadıköy escort she had enough of his torture and she grabbed his face and rubbed her clit against his mouth. He answered by blowing cold air on her clit and she shuddered but still it was not enough to drag her over the cliff.

“Damn it, if you’re my slave then you follow my orders,” she grunted.

He lifted his mouth away from her cunt. “All right, And what does the slave driver require?” Even though he could guess quite well what she wanted. He saw it in the desperation that clouded her eyes and he felt elated by the thought of her desperation to have him.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said emphasising every word. “No more games, just some good old hard fucking.”

He felt his body heat to her words and his cock hardened to the thought of launching himself inside of her warm body.

“Okay,” he said hoarsely, not believing his voice could turn so strange in such a short time. Raising his body, he looked at her spread thighs and the welcoming warmth inviting him inside, as he struggled to keep himself in rein long enough to pleasure her.

He could not resist moving slowly up her body as he got into position, licking his way across her body and giving her nipples a hard sucking as he prepared to take them both into oblivion. She groaned loudly and raised her hips to capture his cock inside of her.

He felt his cock having hardened completely and as he directed his aching cock toward her warm centre every thought escaped him as he coated his cock head with her warm juices.

“Hurry,” she begged. “Please hurry.”

“As you wish,” he groaned as he plunged his hard cock inside of her pussy, stretching her walls and feeling her tight muscles surround him and making it difficult to concentrate. She screamed out her joy and held him on tightly to him. He withdrew slightly, before plunging even further inside of her.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he said hoarsely as he continued to sink deep inside of her body, making her moan and make small screams of pleasure. She followed his request and gripped her hands around his ass, urging him even deeper inside as she followed his every move.

He felt the friction from the walls in her sheath as he withdrew and then plunged hard inside of her again. She was whimpering as she tried to get that last piece of stimulation that would trigger her climax. He adjusted the angle of his body, making every deep plunge touch her clit.

Suddenly, she screamed out in pleasure and he felt her contractions around his cock, making her even tighter than before and tempting his cock to give up its load. He plunged inside of her a couple of more times, until he could not hold back any longer and he erupted in a wave of bliss and utter elation as he held his cock inside of her body, making small withdrawals before plunging inside of her again.

At last he lay embedded in her body, and felt relaxation finally invade his entire body. Contentment was felt in every pore and he rolled himself to the side, taking her with him, as he settled on his back with her on top of him. His cock still embedded in her sweet warmth.

***

Amy finally came to and stretched languidly at her weak muscles. She felt as if she had run for miles. Taking in the warm presence underneath and inside of her she made an experimental move with her hips, and felt a slight tugging deep inside of her cunt. Tempted by the result she tightened her muscles and moved her hips again. She felt him grow harder and soon she gave a gasp as she felt him filling her body again.

“So soon?” she asked wonderingly.

He chuckled. “Tempt the beast and you’ll be maltepe escort bayan eaten,” he said heatedly as he took her mouth in a hard kiss, making her insides erupt into fire at the same time. She tasted his tongue and suckled him slightly, making him shudder as he groaned into her mouth. She tasted herself on his mouth and the thought made her feel naughty and hungry for more.

“I thought you were my slave,” Amy said heatedly as she raised her upper body away from his tempting mouth. “Are you breaking that promise already?”

He lay still as if trying to remember his own promise. “All right. And what do the mistress want from her slave?” he asked provocatively.

The man was far too dominant for his own good, Amy thought. He would never be able to submit to anyone, although she wouldn’t mind trying. And now was the perfect opportunity. She raised herself up in a sitting position, his cock still buried inside her cunt. Tilting her hips she moved slowly up his shaft, feeling his entire length as she lifted her body away from his cock.

Feeling his engorged cock head approach the opening of her cunt, she stopped the movement, and let herself go and surged down again. Filling her flesh with his hardened cock as they both moaned to the increased pressure. She felt as if her entire body was filled with him and she tightened her muscles around him.

“Lay still!” she ordered as he reached out his hands to touch her breasts. “Or I’ll tie you up.” His eyes flashed with annoyance and something else. As if her words had aroused him even though he didn’t want them to. She reached out and caught his wrists, holding them down on the bed as she slowly moved up and down his hard cock, tightening her muscles around his flesh as she pleasured herself on his body.

“Faster,” he begged. “Go faster.”

“No, I like this pace,” she smiled as she slowly lifted her body up and away from his cock, before capturing him between her thighs and sinking slowly down his length again. She let go of his wrists and sat up on him, feeling his cock taking her deeper than before and invading every part of her cunt. Steadying her arms on his stomach, she used her legs to lift herself upwards, rubbing her sheath on his hard length, making the friction turn them both into desperate beings.

“Amy,” he groaned at her. “I won’t be able to last much longer.”

“Don’t worry,” she said between gasps. “I want you to let go.” She felt him tightening his muscles and soon she felt him arch his body to surge his cock even deeper inside of her. Her upward movement was met by his arching and she felt herself being filled to the rim.

Adjusting her angle she felt like being a complete egocentric person and just think abut her own pleasure for a change. Finding just the right angle she lifted her pussy up along his cock before sinking down again.

Feeling her clit being stimulated she repeated the motion and felt elation fill her as she felt her climax coming closer. Straightening her body, she lifted herself before sinking down on him again. A gasp protruded from her mouth as she felt her G-spot being touched and she continued the motion.

“Oh god, please hurry,” Nick begged as she increased the pace and rode harder and harder on his cock, tightening around him and pleasuring herself.

Just as she felt her body coming closer to the edge, Nick dragged her down to him and sucked her left nipple into his mouth. Sucking her hard. The stimulation plunged her right over the cliff and she screamed as she felt her entire body being plunged into a feeling of sheer and utter bliss.

Her contractions were felt all across her body and she sank bonelessly on top of Nick as he erupted inside of her. He held onto her ass as he arched himself as deep inside of her as he could, milked by her warm sheath and emptied of every drop of his come.

Finally, they both lay gasping for air with every muscle completely relaxed as sleep finally overcame them.

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Jennifer quickly turned off her computer as soon as she heard her long time boyfriend Mick open the front door. It’d only been three months ago when she finally decided to move in with him. She ran to the front room and as soon as she saw him, she threw her arms around him.

“Whoa! That’s a nice greeting,” Mick said holding her.

“Glad you’re home. I was getting lonely.”

Mick eyed her curiously. “Ok what do you want?”

She giggled. “Nothing. I just love you so much.”

He placed a soft kiss on her lips. “I love you too.”

“You ready to eat? Cuz I’m starving.”

He smiled and touched her face. “I know what I want to eat.”

She blushed. “You can get your desert after dinner.”

They had a nice home cooked meal and laid around the living room watching their favorite sitcom shows. Jennifer stared at her boyfriend. His brown eyes focused on the TV but soon enough met with hers.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing.”

He went back to watching TV. Jennifer wanted to tell him right then and there, but the words would not come out. She’d been wanting to tell him for a while the secret she’d been hiding from him.

Mick’s eyes focused on Jennifer. “Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” she lied.

He turned off the TV and got up. Jennifer stared up at him innocently. Mick held out his hand. “Come on.”

“What?”

“Let’s go to the room. I’m so ready to make love to you right now.”

She held his hand as he helped her up from the floor. They walked to their bedroom and soon enough they were kissing passionately. Mick’s body pressed against Jennifer’s. She could already feel his hard on pressed against her thighs.

“I want you,” she whispered in between kisses.

“I always want you,” Mick replied in a husky voice.

He began to trail kisses down her neck gently kissing it and sucking on it. She could feel his hot breath on her skin setting her body on fire! He easily picked her up and carried her over to their bed. He laid her down gently. She stared up at her lover with lustful eyes.

Mick peeled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes. He quickly removed his pants and boxers. Jennifer couldn’t take her eyes off his hard cock. She smiled at him and opened her arms out to him.

“Hurry! I need you.”

He laughed. “You’re a little tomcat tonight aren’t you?”

Jennifer blushed. “Only for you.”

Mick climbed on the bed with her and unbuttoned her top. He slipped his hands underneath her and fumbled with her bra ready to take it off. Once her bra came loose, she raised her body and took her top and bra off throwing them on the floor. Mick cupped one breast and put it in his mouth. He flicked his tongue on her hard nipple.

“Oooh!” She cooed.

He grabbed the other breasts and repeated. His other hand roamed down her body and pulled her skirt up over her waist. He rubbed her thighs while taking turns sucking on her nipples. He moved his hand up and grabbed her panties.

“Just tear them off will ya?” She muttered.

He had a wicked grin on his face. He easily tore off her panties exposing her shaven pussy. He looked down and smiled. “Very sexy.”

“Make love to me…please,” she implored.

Mick didn’t hesitate. He positioned himself between her legs and plunged his cock in her. Jennifer wrapped her legs around him pulling him closer and deeper. Their eyes locked as they made love.

Mick moved in and out of her smoothly. He would dip his head down every now and then to suck on one of her nipples. Jennifer closed her eyes for a moment and moaned. He felt so damn good inside of her. His body was heavy on top of hers but she didn’t mind one bit. She opened her eyes again and realized he’d been staring at her.

“You’re so beautiful. I want you to explode on my cock,” he rasped.

She ran her hand on his chest. “I want to. Then I want you to cum inside of me. Let me feel your seed in me.”

“Mmm,” he groaned and pumped his cock in and out of her faster.

“Ooh yes! A little harder! Mick…oh Mick!” Jennifer cried out. His cock sliding in and out faster was making her body tingle all over.

“I love you Jenny,” he said sweetly and planted a long wet kiss on her lips.

Jennifer couldn’t take it anymore. She began to climax. Her sounds of pleasure became muffled in their kiss. Mick broke the kiss and watched her orgasm. He always loved to watch her.

“Mmmmmggghh!” Jennifer wailed.

“Ahh yes baby, I’m so close!” Mick said.

Jennifer looked into his eyes and clenched her pussy on his cock.

“Oh shit! Don’t do that! You’re going to make me cum so fast!”

She let go letting him continue to please her. Then a few minutes later she did it again tightening her pussy. Mick closed his eyes and was panting harder than ever. “I-I’m going to cum! Ugggghh!”

Jennifer pulled him down to kiss him. Hot spurts of cum shot inside of her. He remained inside of her until he was completely finished.

“Oh damn girl, you made me cum so hard!” Mick sighed.

She giggled. “That’s the point.”

He slipped his cock out of her and lay next to her. Jennifer ataşehir escort bayan laid her head on his chest hearing his heart thumping. She was definitely in love. How would she ever continue to keep this secret from him?

* * *

Jennifer had finished writing her 70th erotic story. She saved her story to a cd-rom and put it in a desk drawer. Mick would hardly ever use the computer. If he did, it was mostly to download music or check his e-mail. Jennifer had feared he’d come across one of her stories but luckily that hadn’t happened.

Jennifer turned off the computer and sighed. She laid back on her chair and thought of how she would ever be able to tell Mick that she wrote erotic stories. Not that Mick was absolutely close-minded, but the fact that Jennifer’s stories were taboo. She had written many incest stories, which Mick had no clue about. Sure she had mentioned to him every now and then that her dream was to be a writer. He believed in her and had always asked to see her work, but she never did. She knew he might like some of her work but feared about the whole incest stories. She would gladly show him any erotic coupling story or nonhuman story she’d written, but there would be those incest ones that she didn’t have the guts to show him.

She wondered how he would react to the whole incest story writing. Would he freak? Would he just ignore it, and would things ever be the same between them? It might have not been a big deal to others but this was the love of her life she would have to tell. What he thought meant so much to her. She knew he loved her unconditionally, or at least that’s what he had told her.

“I have to find a way to tell him,” Jennifer said out loud. She wondered what would be a smooth way to tell him without actually having to say it straight out?

“E-mail. I’ll send an incest story to his e-mail,” she said to herself.

She quickly got back on her computer and created an anonymous e-mail address so that she could send him her stories. Afterwards, she copied and pasted a story and sent it off to him. She only hoped he wouldn’t freak.

* * *

Mick arrived home later on that evening. After a warm shower, he ordered Chinese that night. Jennifer and Mick ate while Mick went on about his day. Jennifer listened but couldn’t get the e-mail out of her mind. She knew that before bedtime, Mick would go and check his e-mail. He usually told her everything. She wondered if he would tell her about the story she sent him.

An hour later, Mick was at the computer. Jennifer was finishing up cleaning the kitchen and peeked out every now and then to see what his reaction was. She knew he was reading her e-mail. Since his back was towards her, she had no clue what his reaction was.

“You got lots of e-mail?” Jennifer asked.

Mick didn’t respond.

“Mick?” Jennifer asked peeking her head out.

Mick turned around and seemed in a daze. “W-what?”

“I asked if you had lots of e-mail tonight? You’ve been reading for quite a while.”

Mick scoffed. “Well, someone sent me some nasty story about a brother and sister fucking if you can believe that.”

Jennifer’s heart sank. “Oh? Is it that bad?”

Mick frowned. “Of course it is! That’s sick!”

Jennifer went back to washing the dishes. “Yeah that is pretty sick stuff huh? Who sent it to ya?”

Mick shrugged and she saw him delete the e-mail. Her heart broke. “I don’t know some sicko I guess.”

Jennifer tried to hold back her tears. She finished washing dishes and went to go shower. Once in the shower, she got to cry. He had sounded so hateful towards her story. Now how would she ever be able to tell him that it was her? That she was the one who wrote it and sent it. Jennifer sobbed and wished she had enough courage to tell him everything.

* * *

The next day, Jennifer did it again. She wasn’t going to give up so easily. She sent Mick yet another e-mail featuring another incest story. If he would delete it, she knew she’d have to wait a while longer before confessing that she was the one who had written the story.

That evening Mick was at the computer again. Jennifer was sitting on the couch pretending to be watching TV. She knew he was reading her second story that she’d sent him. He seemed to be reading for hours but never told her anything about the story. She didn’t want to ask either. She wondered if deep down he really enjoyed her story.

Mick turned off the computer. Jennifer watched as he took a deep breath and laid back on the chair.

“You ok babe?” She asked.

Mick nodded. “I’m fine. I’m going to take a shower.”

He got up and quickly ran into the shower. Jennifer had noticed that he hadn’t deleted the second email she’d sent him.

* * *

Late at night, Once Mick had fallen asleep, Jennifer crept to the living room and turned on the computer. She wanted to finish writing one of her new stories. She slipped the disk into the computer and began typing away. Mick was a deep sleeper so she knew the sound of the keyboard would not wake him.

She took a quick break from her writing to check her escort kadıöy email. She loved receiving feedback for all her stories. As she looked, she noticed Mick had sent her an email. Her heart pounded. It was either good news or bad. She’d have to open up the email to find out for sure.

Once she opened up the email, her eyes watered. It was an angry email from Mick stating not to send him stories anymore. She tried to hold back her tears but they fell down her face naturally. She was no longer in a mood to write anymore.

* * *

As the days went by, Jennifer decided not to write for a few days. She wasn’t feeling hungry and hardly smiled. Mick looked worried but she couldn’t possibly tell him that she was the one who had sent the stories he had hated so much.

At school, her friend Lilly knew that something was terribly wrong. She and Jennifer usually went to get coffee after class but as they sat at the café that afternoon, Jennifer hardly talked or joked.

“Alright Jen, what’s up?” Lilly asked.

Jennifer looked up at her friend as if she didn’t know what she was talking about. “W-what?”

Lilly nodded. “Hmm something is wrong. You’re not laughing or making jokes like you usually do. Jen tell me what’s wrong.”

Jennifer wished she could tell her friend. She’d known Lilly for over 8 years when they had met in seventh grade. This secret was really getting to Jennifer. She liked writing taboo stories no matter what anyone thought of them, yet the most important people in her life had no clue that she did.

Lilly eyed Jennifer waiting for a response. “I guess you don’t want to talk about it huh?”

Jennifer sipped her coffee slowly. “Not really.”

“Is it Mick? Did he do something wrong?”

“No. He’s so wonderful. It’s just…never mind.”

Lilly gave her a sympathetic look. “You know you can always talk to me right Jen?”

Jennifer nodded. “Yeah. Well, if I tell you, do you promise not to judge me?”

Lilly sat back and crossed her arms. “Do I ever judge?”

Jennifer laughed. “Sometimes.”

Lilly smiled wickedly. “Well, we all do sometimes, but you’re my friend so that’s different. Wait! Don’t tell me, you’re gay?”

Jennifer burst out laughing. “No!”

Lilly sighed. “Oh good. I was thinking you were and that you might ask me out. I wouldn’t have turned you down of course but you know.”

“Oh Lilly, you’re too much.”

“See? I got you all relaxed now, so tell me.”

Jennifer leaned closer to her friend. Lilly moved closer and listened attentively. Jennifer looked around to make sure no one was listening. “I have a secret,” Jennifer whispered.

Lilly raised a brown. “Yeah? What is it?”

“You have to promise not to say a word to anyone about it and you have to promise not to judge me.”

“I promise.”

“Pinky swear,” Jennifer teased.

Lilly laughed. “What is this? Eighth grade?”

Jennifer’s face was serious again. “Ok well, I write stories.”

“What kind of stories?”

Jennifer felt her face turning red. “Erotic stories.”

Lilly’s eyes widened. “Oh yeah? Like romance novels?”

“Well, some do have romance but more sex.”

Lilly had a blank face. “What’s the big deal about that Jen?”

Jennifer took a deep breath. “Well, some of them are very taboo.”

Lilly leaned in closer. “Ooh taboo? Hmm sounds interesting. Tell me more.”

Jennifer took another deep breath. “I write lots of stories that deal with incest.”

Lilly gasped and almost fell off her chair. She cleared her throat and took a long sip of her coffee. Jennifer watched her friends reaction. She hoped Lilly would not think any less of her.

Lilly looked away briefly and held her hand across her heart. “Wow! That was a surprise Jen. I have to admit I was shocked. I thought you’d say you wrote about rape or something like that. I never expected you to say incest. Wow!”

Jennifer looked down.

“Hey! Jen! No it’s ok,” Lilly assured.

Jennifer looked at her friend. “Is that bad of me? It’s all just fantasy Lilly. I’d never participate in incest I hope you know that.”

“Yeah I know. I’m just speechless right now.”

Jennifer sipped her coffee slowly. The silence was intense but she expected that. She knew Lilly wouldn’t take the news so easy.

“Jen?” Lilly finally spoke.

“Yeah?”

“I’d love to read one. I mean if you’d like to show me?”

Jennifer smiled. She felt relieved that her friend was ok with the whole thing. Maybe after she read her work, she’d understand more about writing erotica. “Really? I don’t write just incest you know. I write other stuff.”

Lilly nodded. “I’d love to read whatever you want to show me, but I have to admit the incest has me intrigued. I mean I don’t like any of my family members, although I did have a crush on a second cousin of mine, I don’t think that counts though.”

Jennifer laughed. “I should write a story about you.”

Lilly blushed. “But seriously, I’d love to read some of your stories.”

“Ok I’ll email you a few and then you let me what you think ok?”

“Sounds good to me.”

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Jennifer sent Lilly three of her stories all different topics, but she was sure to send her one incest one just like Lilly had requested. As she finished sending the email, she felt Mick’s lips on her neck.

“Oh! You scared me!” Jennifer gasped almost jumping up from her chair.

Mick laughed quietly. “You’re cute when you’re scared.”

Jennifer turned to face her lover. “I thought you’d be asleep.”

“I couldn’t. I reached over to put my arms around you, but you weren’t there. What are you doing up so late? Don’t you have early class tomorrow?”

Jennifer turned off the computer. She tried to keep her cool. “Yeah I do. I just finished sending off an email.”

“Not to an online lover I hope,” Mick teased.

Jennifer smiled. She held her lovers hand. “No.”

He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Come to bed with me.”

Jennifer stood up and followed him to bed. After a beautiful love making session, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

* * *

“Oh my god! Jen, you’ve got to send me more stories!” Lilly shrilled. It was the next day and once again the girls were at the café.

Jennifer’s eyes lit up. “Really? I mean did you really like them?”

“Oh yeah! I especially liked…the incest one,” Lilly almost hesitated to say.

Jennifer beamed. “I’m so glad!”

“You have to show Mick these stories. He’ll be so hot he’ll fuck your brains out all night.”

Jennifer frowned. “I don’t think so.”

“What? Why not?”

Jennifer looked down. “I’ve sent him some of my stories, anonymously, and he’s rejected them.”

“Well, maybe because he thinks it’s some pervert who sent them to him. If he knows it’s you, I’m sure he’ll get all turned on,” Lilly assured.

“No. I really don’t want to tell him. I’m scared.”

Lilly formed a serious face. “Jen, if you don’t tell him this, then there is really no trust in your relationship. I mean you can keep doing this behind his back, but it’s something you love to do and he should accept you for it. If he doesn’t, then he never truly loved you.”

Jennifer knew her friend was right. She had to figure out a way to tell him. She knew Mick loved her with all of his heart and something like this could not ruin their happiness. She wouldn’t let that happen.

* * *

“Jenny? Jen?” Mick called out. He threw his keys on the coffee table and took off his jacket. He’d gotten out of work early that day. There was silence.

“Jenny?” He called out again.

Nothing.

Mick headed to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. He had been waiting for a coworker to email him important documents. He turned on the computer and as it came up he searched for the printer connector to print out the documents. He finally got into his email and began to print out the information. He wanted to save it on a disk as well. He searched for a blank disk. Grabbing the first disk that didn’t seem to have anything on it, he inserted it into the disk drive.

His eyes widened when he saw what came up. He knew he shouldn’t have, but the titles intrigued him. He clicked on one document titled, “My brother, My lover.” He gulped as he read the first few paragraphs. As he got into the story, his heart pounded. He felt numb. He sat in shock at the words his girlfriend had typed.

“Honey?”

Mick couldn’t move. His eyes were glued to the screen. He’d been lost in the story to even notice Jennifer was home.

“Hey sweetheart I – ” Jennifer stopped and realized Mick was reading one of her stories.

Mick still didn’t turn to look at her.

“M-Mick?” Jennifer asked nervously.

Mick finally turned. His face filled with confusion. “What is this?” He asked her.

Jennifer’s heart sank. “That’s uh…nothing.”

“Nothing?” He snapped.

Jennifer felt her hands begin to shake. “Let me explain-“

“Explain what? Jenny, did you really write all this?”

Jennifer’s eyes filled with tears. “Y-yes.”

Mick stood up. His eyes filled with fury. “So you were the one who sent me those dirty stories huh? Why didn’t you just come out and tell me?”

Tears ran down Jennifer’s face. “I-I was scared.”

“I can’t believe this Jenny. I’m shocked. Incest stories? That’s really sick, so sick!”

With that, he grabbed his jacked and keys and ran out the door. Jennifer heard his car start and he peeled out of the driveway. She flopped down on the couch and sobbed. This was it. Was it true what Lilly had said? Did he not love her enough to look past the stories?

* * *

“I have to stay here tonight ok? I can’t talk about it right now.” Mick explained to his best friend Roger.

Roger crossed his arms and shook his head. “What’s up? You two never fight. I mean if you do, you make up in like five minutes.”

“Please, I don’t want to talk about it,” Mick groaned. He sat on the couch and bowed his head down. The whole situation was bizarre. Never in a million years did he imagine his girlfriend writing taboo stories.

* * *

A storm began to rise. Jennifer paced the living room hoping that Mick would come home soon. It was past midnight and still no sign of her lover. Jennifer’s eyes were red and puffy from having cried so much. She hoped he’d come back and tell her that he didn’t care about the stories. He loved her for who she was and that was that.

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