Trainwrecked Ch. 02

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Chapter 2

“Dude chill. I’m walking in now. Where are you sitting?” Shay yelled into the phone as she got closer to the door to the bar.

“I’m at the bar grabbing a drink with Henry. We’re kinda towards the back left corner.” Kellen’s words were already slurring.

Great. Now I gotta play ‘Babysit the Dumbass’. Shay thought as she walked in.

“Hey Shay, how’s it going?” Brandon asked. He was Shay’s favorite bouncer. He took no shit but was a big teddy bear at the same time.

“It’s good so far. Bout to go track down gay boy.”

Brandon laughed. “Well good luck. There’s plenty of them here.”

Shay smiled and rolled her eyes as she walked towards the bar area to look for Kellen. She spotted him towards the back with the blonde boy he likes hooking up with once a month.

Ew. Is he eating his face? Shay walked up and tapped Kellen on the back. He turned and gave her a very drunk smile. “Hey girl! Whatcha doin?”

Shay cocked one eyebrow at him. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Um. I’m not sure right now. Why?”

“Because when you drink to much you start sounding a little too gay for comfort.”

Henry peaked around Kellen. “He’s not driving, I promise. Neither of us are but I will make sure he’s safe. Promise.”

“Thank you Henry. I appreciate it.” Shay turned back to Kellen. “At least someone can be responsible tonight.” She gave Kellen a teasing smile.

“Hey! I’m responsible!”

Shay threw her head back and laughed. “Uh. I’m sorry. Did you just have a stroke? Can you repeat that?”

Kellen narrowed his eyes at her before joining in with her laughing.

“So what are you two doing tonight?”

Kellen raised his cocktail “This…” and then pointed at Henry. “And hopefully this”

Henry wiggled his eyebrows back at Kellen. “We’ll see.”

At this time Shay’s phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out to check her texts.

What’s your favorite color? Katie’s text read.

Why???? Shay replied.

K: Going out and I need help finding an outfit.

Mmm. Happy to help. You’d look good in red or blue. Shay ended the text with a wink emoji.

K: Thanks, gorgeous.

S: Any time. Where are you going out to?

K: 7Colours. It’s girls night. Wanna meet me at my place later?

S: LOL. I’ll see you sooner than that. I’m at Sevens right now.

Oooo. Even better. I’ll come say hi when I get there. Katie ended the text with the red lip emoji.

S: Sounds good. Do me a favor though?

K: What’s that?

S: Don’t wear any panties.

K: What if it matches my bra?

S: I said what I said. No panties.

K: Yes ma’am.

Shay put her phone back in her pocket and waved the bartender over.

“Is everything okay?” Kellen asked

“Yeah, just some plans for later”

“What are you doing after here? Or rather I should ask, who are you doing?”

“Waitress from the diner across from my work.”

Henry’s eyes widened as he tilted is head down. “Girl you make friends fast!”

Kellen laughed. “Oh you have no idea. Ladies love this one. Sometimes a little to much.”

Shay chuckled. “Heard!”°

“What can I get ya Shay?” The bar tender asked.

“Bourbon. Neat please.”

“You got it.”

“Thanks Jason.”

Shay turned back to the two boys while she waited on her drink. She watched them be engulfed in a conversation about Spiderman.

Oh my fucking God, they’re perfect for each other. Shay thought. They really were cute together. If Kellen could stop being so blind to the possibility somebody might actually care about him, he might have a chance at being happy. Henry was sweet, funny, and had the patience of a Saint. And that was definitely going to be needed with Kellens skittish tendencies with a relationship.

“I’m gonna go to the little boys room” Kellen spun in his chair and stood up to walk to the bathroom.

Henry watched him stumble his way to the bathroom before turning back to Shay. “Can I ask you something?”

The bartender set a glass of Bourbon in front of Shay. She grabbed the glass and took a sip before responding.

Damn. That’s some good Bourbon. “Sure thing. What’s up?”

“Does Kellen…feel anything…for me? Like at all? Or am I just reading too much into things? We’ve been doing this on and off thing for seven months and like I’m fine if he’s just not ready but, I just wanted to know if I’m reading too much. And everything I’ve tried to bring it up, he changes the subject faster than a second place race car driver gunning for the finish line. But he does little things for me all the time. Like random gifts. Or plans these spontaneous dates. And I’m not wanting to push him but I’m highly confused at this point.”

Shay gave Henry a reassuring smile. “He’s just scared. His last relationship did a really bad number on him. We both kinda had to get through a rough time. Our relationships fell apart around the same time. His was quite a bit worse though. I don’t know if he’s told you about Damien.”

“We’ve had a few conversations. He gives Çorum Escort a little more information each time but he doesn’t stay on topic much.”

“Well Damien was Kellen’s first love. They were together since sophomore year. And when they graduated Damien gave him a promise ring. Made this big show of telling him that one day he would pop the question. Kellen was head over heels. And for the entire eight years they were together he planned the wedding, that way when Damien did it, they were ready. He was in love with him. And when he came home from work early on Valentines day to surprise him, he found him in a bed of roses with another guy. He spent quite a few months going off the deep end. Damien kept showing up wanting to talk and Kellen tried to hear him out once but it only made things worse. So he stopped answering the door and eventually moved in with me for a while and changed his phone number. Damien kept trying for three months. It just messed with him more and more.and ever since he skittish. He gets scared when he starts getting feelings and he distances himself. But with you. He comes back. And that’s because you’ve been patient and you give him his space. I watch him get a little more comfortable every time he’s with you. But make no mistake. If you tell him how you feel right now. He will run and there is no guarantee he will come back.”

Henry listened to every word intently and smiled. “Thank you. I appreciate the input. I can be patient with him. Now. Speaking of our boy. I’m gonna go see what’s taking so long.”

Shay gave him a sweet smile and put her hand on his cheek. “He cares. Just keep doing whatever it is you are doing.”

Henry smiled and nodded before getting up and heading to the bathroom.

Shay was sipping her bourbon and listening to the music when her phone vibrated. She pulled it out of her pocket and checked the text.

K: I may run a tad late, there is this gorgeous blonde sitting at the bar drinking…Bourbon? Neat maybe?

Shay looked up to see Katie standing at the doorway wearing a knee length, bright ruby red dress covered by a floral lace shaw of the same color. Her long blonde hair fell in waves down her back and the look was complete with a pair of lace up stiletto heels. As she walked closer to the bar, Shay licked her lips which caused Katie to give a teasing smile back.

“Was the cute blonde comment necessary?”Shay asked while waving the bartender over.

“Probably not. But it made me laugh.”

Shay scoffed and gestured to the seat next to her. “So where are your friends?”

“On the way, they decided to carpool.”

“You opted out?”

“I have a….more intriguing idea in mind when we leave here.” Katie’s flirtatious smile was contagious.

Shay cocked one eyebrow as she took another sip of her drink. “Is that so?’

Katie leaned in close next to Shay’s ear. “Yes ma’am.”

Shay smiled into her glass. “You’ll pay for that later.”

“I look forward to it.”

At that point, four women walked in the bar. Katie looked over and smiled. “And that, would be my girls. I’ll see you later on?”

“Looking forward to it.”

Shay walked away to join her friends. The little extra sway in her hips made Shay smile. Damn, she’s got a nice ass.

Kellen and Henry popped up on either side of Shay.

“Hey pretty lady, care to dance?” Kellen’s teasing question made Shay laugh.

“Sorry love. I’m gay.”

Kellen made a dramatic show of looking over at Henry. “What a coincidence!

“So are we!” They said together.

Shay laughed and stood up. “Alright alright. Lead the way gentlemen.” The two boys each linked an arm with Shay as they walked out onto the dance floor.

They danced for several songs before the three of them were out of breath. Henry checked if they wanted anything to drink before leaving to go grab one himself. The next song that played was a slower one and Kellen held out his hand to Shay. “Care to dance?”

Shay grabbed his hand and they fell in step easily. As they danced Kellen looked over Shay’s shoulder at Henry at the bar. Shay peeked behind to see Henry’s smile beaming back at them. She turned back to Kellen. “You like him. Don’t you.” She didn’t phrase it as a question but Kellen’s expression looked scared to answer. “You don’t have to say anything. But I see it. And he is in no rush. So don’t freak out okay?” Kellen smiled and nodded. The song ended and Henry came back with a round of drinks for everyone and they took a seat to drink and watch everyone else dancing on the floor.

“Hey Shay? You got a cute blonde with cherry red lipstick staring at you across the way.”

“Hmmm. I’d say it’s more crimson.” Kellen responded

“Oh, it’s definitely crimson.” Shay replied. She didn’t need to turn around. She knew whose lipstick they were talking about.

“How would you know? You didn’t even turn around!” Henry said laughing.

“Because that lipstick is part of her plans for later.” Kellen responded before Shay could.

Henry’s eyebrows raised. Çorum Escort Bayan “Hmm. good taste Shay.”

Shay raised her glass to Henry and winked before getting up and walking over to Katie’s table. Katie smiled as she walked up to her. “Hey gorgeous. Miss me already?”

Shay smirked and winked at her before leaning in close to her ear. “So my friends over there are having a small debate on whether your lipstick is cherry red, or crimson. Would you care to help me prove who’s right?”

Katie licked her lips. “Not at all.” She grabbed the front of Shay’s shirt and pulled her in for a kiss. Katie’s friends let out a few “oos” and a “get it girl” before Katie released Shay’s shirt.

“Well thank you. See you soon?” she said as she wiped her lip with her thumb

“Oh, count on it.”

Shay walked back over to her table and held up her thumb at the two boys. Kellen looked amused and Henry was still trying to pick his jaw up off the table.

“So boys. Cherry? Or crimson?

The two looked at each other before saying “Crimson.” together.

Katie walked up behind Shay and wrapped her arms over her chest and leaned into Shay’s ear. “So they are heading to another bar for karaoke. I, however, am headed home. Wanna come?”

Shay downed the rest of her drink. “Yes please.” She looked over at her friends and nodded. “Boys.”

Both raised their glasses and smiled. “G’night”

Shay got up and followed Katie out the door. Once out Katie linked her arm with Shay’s. “Ready?”

Shay laughed. “Absolutely.”

Katie’s smile beamed. They walked to their cars and Shay opened Katie’s door for her.

“Oooo. Sexy and chivalrous. I like it.”

Shay rolled her eyes as Katie climbed into her front seat. Shay shut the door and Katie rolled her window down. “Follow me?”

“Yes ma’am.” Shay replied. Shay walked back to her car and waited as Katie pulled out of her parking spot. She followed her on the ten minute drive to her house. Once there, she pulled into the driveway behind Katie. Shay got out of her car and walked to Katie’s door and opened it for her.

“Do you remember that wedding I was planning in my head for Tuesday? Keep this up and I’m gonna end up dragging you there.”

Shay raised her eyebrows and Katie noticed her eyes darted to her car for a brief second. She Put her hand on Shay’s cheek. “Relax, I’m only joking. No need to panic.”

“You say that. But I’m getting a little too used to girls going crazy after a few nights.” Shay’s breathing slowly returned to normal as they walked up the sidewalk to Katie’s front door.

“I can assure you, I am not those girls.” Katie unlocked the door and beckoned Shay inside. Shay walked in and looked around. Her house was cute. She definitely had a thing for abstract art decor. As Shay walked into the living room she noticed a canvas broken into three parts above the fireplace. They looked like a magnified view of different types of golden leaves.

“What are these?” Shay asked, walking towards them.

“Oh that’s a piece I submitted for one of my college art classes. I found some leaves walking home one day and thought the designs were cool so I painted a close up of them when I got home.”

“Hold up. YOU painted that?” Shay asked, astonished.

“Yep it brings the room together don’t ya think?”

“Absolutely. That’s amazing. You’re really good.”

“Thank you, I’m finishing up a piece right now for a gallery downtown next week. You should come by. There are plenty of artists that will be there that will be showing a lot of cool work.

“I will see what I can do, no promises.”

“Deal. Now, I don’t know about you, but I want a drink. Want one?”

“Absolutely.” Shay followed Katie to

the kitchen. Her kitchen was spacious. She had white cabinets complete with a black, gray, and white marble counter. She had paintings in here as well. No doubt she did these herself. They matched the style of the ones in the living room. She watched as Katie walked to the other side and opened a door revealing a collection of different types of alcohol. Shay’s eyes widened at the many different bottles that lined each shelf. “So, uh. Got enough to drink?”

Katie laughed and pulled out a bottle

and set it on the counter. Shay walked over to the bottle and picked it up to read it.

“Henry McKenna huh? Now I definitely

know you’re after my heart.”

“Hahaha. You have good taste. This is probably one of the smoother bourbons I’ve tried.”

“Oh absolutely, and depending on what you mix it with, it’ll bring out the vanilla, caramel and oak flavors.”

“Well, aren’t you just a little connoisseur?” Katie laughed.

“Something like that, however, I do have a question. Why are we drinking it now if you drink it on your birthday?”

“Well, you see… tonight wasn’t actually just a girls night. The girls took me out for my birthday.”

“Well then why did you leave early? I wasn’t trying to take you away from your own party.”

“Well I recall coming Escort Çorum and asking you if you wanted to leave.”

“Fair.”

“Besides, I’m not much of a birthday person. The girls just wanted to go for drinks but that’s about the extent of my birthday plans.”ithda

“Well, I’m happy to be a part of your plans. Can I ask why you don’t celebrate your birthday?”

“You can. At some other point when I’m not in the process of undressing you in my head.”

“Mmm, fair. Would you like something to help with those images?”

“Yes.”

Shay raised her eyebrows. “Yes what?”

Katie’s grin was almost devilish as she closed the distance between her and Shay. “Yes ma’am.”

Shay rested her hand on the back of Katie’s neck and pulled her in to kiss her. She let Katies tongue enter her mouth as Katie’s hands slipped under her shirt. As Katie lifted her shirt up, Shay raised her arms. Once Shay’s shirt was removed, Katie’s lips began to explore the exposed skin. She kissed the side of Shay’s neck before leaving a trail of kisses along Shay’s collarbone. She reached around Shay’s back and undid the clasp and ran her fingers lightly over Shay’s skin and looped one finger under the strap and gave a small tug, causing the bra to fall to the floor.

“Should we take this to my bedroom?” Katie asked between kisses.

“I think we would both prefer that.”

Katie grabbed Shay’s hand and walked past her pulling her back towards the living room. Across the living room there was a doorway that led to a hall. She led Shay down the hall and turned at the last door at the end. Once inside the room Shay pushed Katie against the bedroom door. She trailed her lips from the top to the bottom of Katie’s neck starting just below her ear. Shay kissed back up to her chin and barely grazed her lips across Katie’s, keeping a hair’s width away from her lips. Katie responded by running her fingers up the back of Shay’s neck, and grabbing a handful of her hair, forcing Shay to close the distance between their lips.

“Let’s go to bed.” Katie whispered breathlessly

Shay smiled and picked Katie up and wrapped her legs around her waist. As Shay walked towards the bed, Katie sunk her teeth into Shay’s neck. Shay’s moan made Katie giggle before Shay set her on the bed. She pushed Katie down onto it and ran her hands under Katie’s shirt before pulling it over her head. Shay kissed Katie’s collar bone, and down to her bra line before sliding Katie’s sports bra over her head. t Shay kissed and nibbled fromKatie’s neck down to each breast paying attention to each nipple before moving down further as she unbuttoned Katie’s pants. She took her lips off of Katie long enough to only pull them off along with Katie’s underwear.

She teased Katie’s pantyline by running the tip of her tongue from one crease to another. She placed one kiss above Katie’s clit before bringing her tongue down, swirling it in tight circles around her clit. Katie’s body responded by arching her back which allowed Shay the perfect opportunity to bring her hands up under Katie’s legs pulling her closer as she continued to lick every last drop of Katie’s juices. Katies hand came down on top of Shay’s head pressing her mouth against her clit. But Shay wasn’t going to give her what she wanted that quickly. She teased each labium, coming closer to Katie’s clitoris before her tongue danced away at the last second. Katie’s moans increased every time Shay took her tongue away from her clitoris.

Shay knew she was frustrating Katie, but she was having far too much fun to give in quite so easily. Shay paused her tongue’s movements long enough to look up and give Katie a smirk. Shay brought her right hand up, extending her index and middle fingers and slowly inserting them into Katie’s now soaking wet pussy. Katie’s head fell back onto the pillow as her hands gripped the sheets. Shay curled her fingers up to reach Katie’s g-spot as she pumped her fingers regularly against the bundle of nerves. After several minutes, Shay decided she was ready to bring Katie to a climax. She engulfed Katie’s clitoris, holding it between her lips, she flicked it up and down, and then in tight circles.

The dual stimulation was enough to bring Katie over the edge. Katie’s boy jerked as her thighs squeezed against the sides of Shay’s head, as she let out one last final loud moan before collapsing back onto the bed. Shay took her time cleaning up every last bit of the mess Katie had left, going back to flick her clit every so often. Once satisfied with her clean-up, Shay moved her mouth back up Katie’s body as she made her way back to Katie’s mouth. Katie moaned again as their lips touched and Shay slid her tongue into her mouth, letting her taste her own arousal. They laid there together for a while, tasting each other and exploring each other’s body. Afterwards, Shay sat up and walked to the door and opened it.

“I’m going to go grab my shirt and bra. Would you like anything while I’m up?”

“Mhm, can you do a little spin for me? The view is fantastic from this angle.”

Shay rolled her eyes, yet still held out both hands and did a little slow spin before opening the door and heading to the kitchen. From the bedroom she heard Katie yell, “Also, a glass of water would be amazing. Glasses are in the cabinet to the left of the sink”

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Lonely Hearts Club Pt. 02 – MONDAY

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All Characters are 18 years and over.

This is part 2 of the series. You will need to read Part 1 to understand the storyline.

The next few parts are a flashback for Carly, mainly her school life from 18 years old. She’s on a journey to find her sexuality. Also to find herself sexually, and the circumstances to her meeting her husband.

This is also an introduction to the other characters that I will be using in future parts of this story, especially in the final chapters called. ‘The Reunion’ which will be a three part series in itself.

The three Lionesses. Carly. Teresa. Anthena.

•Monday•

First period Biology class 8.36am.•

Monday morning always seemed to come around too quickly. The week seemed to go so slow, and the weekend seemed to pass so quickly. Before you knew it, you had sobered up and it’s Monday again.

B2 Biology class in B block was full of the usual banter and laughing, The students sitting and catching up after the weekend, telling stories about the parties and the dates, and of course who shagged who and who likes who. It was also a chance to catch up as they waited patiently for their teacher Mr Thompson to arrive.

Billy Friend and Jason Reeves always sat at the back of the class, they liked to look at and observe everyone. They were the loudest and the most vocal students, and mostly involved with the usual joking and always had something to say. Mainly at the expense of other students.

Emma Samaras sat talking to her friend Bridget O’Leary. The two girls were joined at the hip, and almost inseparable. Emma sat on her desk with both of her legs dangling off the end. She knew that Biily’s line of sight was directly in line with her groin, and the potential for quick glance up her skirt was always possible.

To negate his well known wandering eyes, and him not being able to see up her skirt. Her hands were resting on her thighs holding her dress down to cover the front of her groin. She didn’t want to allow any stray perving eyes from a particular guy to catch a glimpse up her short skirt. Not his eyes anyway. There were only a couple of guys that she would consider letting catch a small look.

Both girls were like sisters as they had known each other since they were young, their mothers had worked at the same supermarket as checkout workers. Their parents had both managed to get pregnant at the same time, Emma and Bridget actually felt like sisters to the point of actually acting like sisters. They often wondered if they were concieved by the same father. and they were also in tune with each others feelings. A few times they had been asked if they were actually twins.

Billy sat back in his chair, his feet were up on the desk with his legs crossed looking directly at Emma admiring her long tanned legs. He had eyes for most of the girls in the class, which often lead to his downfall.

“Are you having a nice perve, pervert?” Emma said to Billy who had his arms up and his fingers interlocked resting the back of his head into his hands. He sat glancing at Emma, looking up and down her body.

He was hoping to get a quick look up her skirt, and wishing a button would pop off from the front of her tight blue blouse that was holding her rounded bosom in. He could see the lace of her bra peaking out from the collar around her neck from the two undone top buttons.

“Oh fuck yes Emma. I was just thinking how sexy you looked in that red dress on Friday night babe.” he said as she turned away from him.

“Jerk.” she snapped turning her body slightly away from him as she continued talking to Bridget about her new hairstyle.

The classroom door slowly squeaked open. It was annoyingly obvious that the maintenence man hadn’t quite been able to get to the door in the weekend, to fix the rather annoying and very offending metal hinge. Adam Nicholas arrived, his tall but skinny frame seemed to glide through the wooden door. He carried his school bag and flute case towards his desk as the door squeaked closed.

Adam was just your regular nerd, his short curly ginger hair and his fair and pale complexion seemed to lure most school bullies out of the woodwork. Although for Adam luckily there wasn’t any physical abuse, he was only verbally teased. Also with the occasional practical joke which he seemed to his credit, to take all in his stride.

He often got teased for the colour and the style of his curly ginger hair, and of course his interests. They even teased him for tucking his school shirt into his trousers when most of the boys wore them untucked. Adam was also in the school orchestra as a flautist. He would often be seen practicing in the school music rooms at lunchtime, he made the mistake of practicing outside one day on the school field, with his flute been broken by another school bully.

“Hey Adam’s here.” Billy said whispering to Jason, as he saw him enter. Both of them watched as he got to his seat. His shirt was tucked in and Adam was asking for trouble. He placed his bag under his seat and removed his school jacket draping it Diyarbakır Escort over the back of the plastic chair.

“Good morning Adam.” Billy remarked from the corner, Emma’s disapproving glare at Billy was telling him to leave him alone.

“Yeh.” Adam said totally not committed to reply, and not really wanting to engage with Billy. He did look over and try to be polite with a quick look. He thought, along with most of the class that Billy as a complete prick. Anthena Samuels, a slightly larger Jamaican girl looked over at him and smiled as she talked to her friend Karen Simcox.

“Good morning Adam!” she politely said as he opened the lid of his desk.

He gave her a friendly smile as he lifted the desk lid up, the wooden top coming off in his hands. He tried to catch it as it fell to the floor in front of his desk.

Billy and Jason Reeves erupted into laughter as it hit the floor with a big bang. A few other students laughed at his misfortune. “Think you might need the screws?” Jason said holding up a plastic bag with the screws in it.

“Your a fuckwit Reeves.” Anthena Samuels snapped as she stood up breaking her conversation with Karen Simcox. Adam ignored him as Anthena stepped over to him and picked up the lid.

She lay it back on the desk as she cast a disapproving glare over at Billy. “Your a fucking wanker.” she added as Carly Anderson walked into the class, again the squeaky hinge letting everyone know that the door was opening.

“Good morning Carly.” Billy said smiling over at her in his most polite and friendly voice.

She made her way over to her desk, she glanced over at him giving him a quick look. Adam pulled out an envelope and as he opened it, he looked in he pulled out a wrapped condom.

Jason looked over and saw him find it. “Its a condom Adam. I know that your’ve never seen one, its just in case you ever need to have sex. You use it so you don’t get the girl pregnant, and there is no more of your nerdy offspring when your girlfriend Anthena wants to fuck you.”

“It’ll probably be too big for his litte dick anyway.” Billy said.

“Just ignore him. He’s just an arsehole.” Anthena said.

“Well at least he’s got a dick.” Emma commented smiling over at Adam.

Billy smiled at Adam and winked as he looked over at Emma “So Emma you would know. Have you being perving in the mens changing sheds again.

“Look it was a fucking dare ok.” she replied as she remembered the day that she was dared to enter the mens changing sheds after a sports day. The various penises that she saw will be imprinted in her memory for life. Especially Adam’s.

“Ok I’ve got a dare for you?” Jason replied.

“Oh show you my tits, how bloody predictable is that. Shit the amount of times I’ve being asked that. The answer is no by the way.” she said patronising him.

“Na Emmy, I dare you to show me your lovely sweet delicate pussy?”

“Fuck off pervert!” she snapped.

“I don’t think that he’s seen a pussy before.” Anthena said as she snatched the condom off Adam. She walked over to him and leant over his desk, Billy looked at her face and down to her cleavage. “Maybe you should use it, so there are no more of you around.”

“Show me that beautiful Jamaican pussy then. Or has your boyfriend Adam seen it before me.” Billy asked.

“Your just jealous that he already has. Oh and by the way. Ma Jamaican pussy is to good fa your eyes.” she replied then moved back over to Adam, as she snatched the screws up off Jason’s desk.

“I thought your’d save it for me Thena? Instead of wasting it on Adam. Your girlfriend did.” Jason said to her as she turned around.

“Yeh well, Thats what happens when ya drunk, ya shag the losers.” Anthena snapped back returning to Adam’s desk.

“She wouldn’t if she was sober.” Emma said laughing.

“He wasn’t very good anyway Emma.” Anthena replied. “It was a size thing, he’s not as big as he says he is.”

The classroom door opened again, all the students knew when everyone was there. The only student missing was Teresa Hutton. But today a new face appeared as he slowly walked into the class.

He was tall. He had short black hair combed over his head from the side part on his left hand side. His green eyes nervously scanned the room, he was well presented and well groomed. He carried a guitar case in his right hand with his school bag over his right shoulder.

“Who the fuck are you? Are you lost?” Billy asked.

“Umm… I don’t know. Is this Biology two?” he asked.

“Well that depends on who’s asking.” Jason said.

“Oh I’m Neil Grey. I’ve just moved into town, its my first day at school today.

“Yeh sweet mate. You are at the right class then.” Billy said as he stood up. Showing everyone that he could be polite.

“Oh come in mate, welcome to the fucking circus my friend.” Jason said.

Emma and Bridget smiled at each other, as the handsome but kind of nerdy looking guy walked into the room. Emma spun around on her arse to face him, turning her back to Billy and Jason.

Jason Diyarbakır Escort Bayan stood up and pulled out a chair from the back of the class, and moved it over to the spare desk. “Sit here mate, this must be your desk. I wondered why there was a spare desk here. Join the cool students, we sit down the back mate.”

“Hi I’m Emma.” Emma said introducing herself as she stood up. She put out her hand and shook his hand. She looked up and down his tall frame.

“Neil, Neil Grey.” he replied being held up by Emma from getting to his desk. Jason stood looking like a idiot at the empty desk as Bridget also stood up and introduced herself.

“Bridget O’Leary its so nice to meet you.” she said smiling as she pushed the long stray blonde hairs behind her ear,

“Hello.” he said. “Wow are you two sisters?” he asked.

Emma laughed and smiled. “We get that a lot, but no we aren’t.”

“Ya got a machine gun in the case?” Billy asked.

Neil sniggered and looked at Billy, he got that question a lot. “No it’s a Gibson electric quitar. Slash from Guns and Roses played a Gibson.” he said.

“So you play?” Billy asked.

“No, no I don’t! I just carry a heavy guitar around all day because I want to, just for the sake of it.” he said scarcastically.

“I play the acoustic guitar.” Anthena said.

“Oh cool, what do you play?”

“The guitar!” Billy said said trying to be funny.

“I have a 12 string electric acuostic guitar.” she said as everyone ignored Billy’s attempt at humour.

“Cool you play the 12 string. Man thats cool. Hey we need to get together for a jam sometime…. Um whats your name?” he asked.

“Anthena Samuels.”

“Wish I could play the quitar?” Emma said smiling. There seemed to be a fight to get his attention. He had made quite an impressive impression on the ladies.

“Hey I could teach you, it’s easy when you get to know the chords and you know where to put your fingers.” he said. Billy couldn’t believe the nerdy new boy was surrounded by girls.

“Oh so it’s all about the fingers is it?” she said softly.

“Yes, yes it is.” Neil said.

“Oh nice. I like a guy who knows how to use his fingers.” Emma said seductively.

“Oh cool. Oh this is Adam, he plays the flute.” Bridget said looking over at Adam before Emma mentally got Neil into bed.

“Oh cool, are you in the orchestra?” Neil asked as Emma gave her friend a look.

“Yes I am.” Adam replied as Bridget smiled at Emma.

“Oh cool. I’m teaching guitar in the music room after school from next week. You should start teaching Anthena. I really enjoy it. I was teaching at my old school.” he said.

“The teacher should be here soon.” Jason said smiling back at him.

“Um Mr Thompson.” Neil asked.

“Yes.” Emma replied.

Billy sat on his desk looking at Neil. “Yeh he’s ok really. He’s a bit of a push over Mr Kev though. But we all have fun here. Isn’t that right Adam?”

Adam ignored him as Anthena glared over at Billy.

“Cool.” Neil replied as the squeak let the classroom know that the door was slowly opening. Kevin Thompson the school biology teacher entered the classroom.

Moans sounded as he was greeted by the sight of his 19 students as he walked through the door. Occasionally some would politely say good morning as they saw him enter. Some would not even realise the teacher was there, or they just chose to ignore his presence.

“Good Morning class.” he said with Monday morning cheerful exuberance

“Morning sir.” was the droning and dreary melancholy response.

“I wish that they would fix that annoying door.” Kevin said.

“It’s rather annoying isn’t it sir.” Emma said looking and smiling at Kevin.

“Yes Miss Samaras. Your right. It sure is. Right can every one please take their seats.” he asked as he walked past the big blackboard. The chatter slowly decreased as the chairs dragged on the floor, as arses sat on the plastic seats. Some stopped and immediately obeyed the request, the others needing his further encouragment to settle.

“Come on Emma just one small peek.” Billy said as Emma flattened her skirt over her arse with her hands as she sat down.

“Ok class settle down.” he said louder as he made it to his desk, he set his leather briefcase on the old wooden desktop he then removed his jacket.

“How was everyones weekend?” he asked.

The varing responses told him that no-one was really pleased to be back at school today.

“Sir, we have a new kid.” Billy said from the back of the class as he pointed to Neil.

“Ah yes everybody, I’d like you all to say hi to Neil Grey. He has just moved to our prestigous school, so I hope you will make him feel very welcome.” Kevin replied.

“Yep sir. Billy and I are already onto that sir.” Jason added.

“Thank you Jason. I appreciate that.”

“Thank you sir.” Jason replied.

Adam Nicholls sat raising his hand catching Kevin’s attention.

“Can I go to the toilet sir?” Billy mocked looking over at Jason Reeves his best Escort Diyarbakır friend. Adam was known for occasionally needing to relieve his bladder during class. They both laughed as they high fived.

“Adam?” Kevin replied glaring at Billy Friend as he adjusted his checkered tie.

“Dick.” Emma muttered under her breath looking over at Billy.

“Sir. When is the field trip to the lavatory?” he asked. He then realised what he’d said, and gave more ammunition for Billy and Jason to tease him.

“Wow Adam, a class trip to the lavatory. That really sounds like fun.” Jason remarked glancing over at Anthena Samuels, she looked back at him with her big brown eyes.

“Well I hope it’s the girls lavatory, you might learn something.” Billy replied as some of the class giggled and sniggered.

Kevin just ignored the comments. “Well as you know Adam, the trip to the laboratory is at the end of term. The top ten students at the end of term will be going on that trip. So I hope that there is a lot of studing going on “

“Yes sir.” He replied.

“Lavatory.” Billy Friend mocked again from the back of the class.

“Fuck up dick!” Adam cursed looking back at him as the class erupted in laughter again.

“Ok class.” Kevin snapped. “Please quieten down now. Adam that day is yet to be confirmed.”

“Yes Sir.” Adam said ignoring Billy. Billy’s sorry attempt at a paper aeroplane fell well short of it’s attended target. Instead it hit the back of Emma Samaras head, and got stuck in her long hair and the back of the seat.

“Fuck off jerk.” she snapped reaching behind her back for the paper aeroplane, she screwed it up and she threw the ball of paper back at Billy hitting him on the shoulder.

“Oh yeh. You really did look hot in that dress Friday night Emmy.” Billy said again.

“Thank you! But in your fucking dreams pervert.” she snapped again flicking her long silvery grey hair back off her shoulder.

“You had better start dreaming then.” Jason joked looking back at Billy.

“Oh wow, Jason actually said something that I actually agree with, good job Jason.” Emma replied scarcastically.

Anthena smiled over at Emma and then looked back at Jason giving him the middle finger.

“Ok class, thats enough. The classroom isn’t a dating site, or a circus.” Kevin said as he started to get frustrated. Although he did like to know who was dating who, and who liked who.

“I think Jason wants you Thena.” Emma said quietly at Anthena who sat next to her.

“Yeh when hell freezes over.” she whispered as the door squeaked open again.

All the class looked to see Anthena’s best friend Teresa Hutton came rushing into the class.

“Oh Miss Hutton. It’s so nice of you to join us this morning.” Kevin said as she rushed to her desk.

“Yeh sorry sir, my fucking car had a flat battery.” she said puffing, as she attempted to catch her breath.

“Language Miss Hutton.” Kevin reminded her.

“Sorry sir. It’s being a fuc…. I mean a frustrating morning sir.”

“I thought that I’d let you sleep in this morning sexy, you look so sexy sleeping. I didn’t want to wake you up.” Jason said as she found her seat.

She looked back at him. “Fuck off. I wouldn’t fuck you again if the human race depended on it.” she snapped adjusting her long blonde ponytail that sat high on her head.

“Miss Hutton!” Kevin said again.

“Oh Tess, you know that I’d love to be the last man on earth with you.” he said.

“Ok everyone quiet NOW.” Kevin snapped. “I mean it. Now. I know that its Monday morning, but we’re at school now. I expect total quietness now please, and when Miss Hutton is organised we will then start with a pop quiz.” he said.

“Fuck.” Jason snapped. “Really sir, can’t we start the week by dissecting an elephant or something.”

“Master Reeves. Please!”

“Ya dicks not that big. I had to finish myself off.” Teresa said as she remembered the one night stand that she had with him. Everyone at school knew about it, as it was no secret. Jason always refered to his penis as like an elephants trunk.

Emma laughed as she looked back at him. “Oh small dick Jason.”

“Ok ENOUGH. I mean it. Billy and Jason. If there are anymore comments that aren’t subject related today, I will see you in detention on Thursday.”

“Yes sir.” they both said grinning at each other, finally pushing Kevin too far. They loved to push him to his breaking point.

There were groans from the class as Kevin started to hand out the test papers to each student. “Ok no looking at the tests until I say to turn them over.” Kevin said dropping each test paper face down in front of his disgruntled students. He loved giving them a pop quiz first thing on a Monday morning.

Carly Anderson smiled as she recieved her test paper, she loved the quizzes. In fact she loved tests in general. She wasn’t the class nerd like Adam Nicholas, but she did like a challange.

She knew that there was a big scholarship up for grabs, and there were three students in line for it and that were fighting for the big prize. She didn’t want to disappoint her parents who were so excited that she was so close.

Billy again looked over at Carly catching her attention. “Well I suppose that Carly will get top marks again.” he said grinning at her. “Sorry sir.” Billy said in the same breath.

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How I Met My Mother

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This is a work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen years of age.

This is the story of how I met my mother, my birth mother that is. I was adopted as a baby, and I loved my parents very much, but after they passed I began to get more and more curious about my birth parents. My own research through one of those DNA matching services found my birth father, but he had passed as well.

There was no record of my birth mother’s DNA in the system, so I fell back on other methods. This is a good time to introduce myself, I’m Adam Stone, or that’s the name my adopted parents gave me. They died in an auto accident when I was twenty two, a few years ago. They left me very well off, money wasn’t going to be an issue for me. Having failed my own searches for my birth mom I hired a private investigation firm and gave them what little information I had.

Then I sort of forgot about it. Not really of course, I just let them look for my mother and focused on my own life again for a while. Being a handsome, wealthy man in his mid-twenties was no hardship and I was enjoying myself immensely while an investment firm grew my money.

I had joined some adult websites, looking for more interesting hookups than the norm. I was having great success, no surprise, many women checking out my profile where I made no secret of my earnings. I was looking for someone with my own tastes in sex, I’m Dominant and I wanted a good sub.

Most of the young women I was meeting were nowhere near what I was looking for. They tended to be too self-involved and immature to be a good sex partner for me. I expanded my age range and was looking at more mature women when one in particular caught my eye.

I liked her profile page right off the bat, very tasteful. Her photos showed a woman in her late thirties with a great figure. What caught my attention was her black hair and green eyes. I have that coloration as well, it’s not uncommon but not an everyday thing either. That combined with the shape of her face pulled at me somehow. I bookmarked her profile for more perusal later.

That night I bolted awake from a very erotic dream about that woman, with a suspicion that sent me to my computer. I checked her profile again, the photos of her face made me more and more certain. I called the PI firm I was using, not caring it was 3am, and set them to finding the woman in the profile. I’d bet anything that was my own mother.

I didn’t try to contact her over the adult website, in fact I deleted my profile. I wasn’t going to meet this woman that way, and not without all the information I could get. The way I looked at it I was in a win-win scenario. If it was my birth mother I could end my search and finally get to know her. Other than what I already knew, which was too much.

If she wasn’t my birth mother, she and I could maybe get freaky. What I’d read of her profile had dovetailed with my interests, maybe I’d get a long-term play partner out of this. I waited impatiently for the results of the investigation.

One of their men came to my house with the report. I’d had to tell them where I’d found the woman in question but other than that I gave them nothing. For my money, I got almost everything. Her name, address, age, job and employment history, shoe size, you name it. I was paying for the best after all.

Marla Anders, age thirty seven, she would have been thirteen when I was born, just a kid. No wonder she gave me up. It looked like she was doing well for herself professionally, in good health, never married and no other family.

In Didim Escort their opinion things were ‘inconclusive’. I was trusting my gut. She had to be my mother, it just felt right. To me a DNA test would just certify it at this point. I paid the firm with a bonus to forget everything, then thought about how I’d get in touch with her.

The report said she worked at a non-profit, something with the homeless. And I saw she was Head of Charitable Contributions. Aha! I emailed the foundation about donating money and soon we were corresponding. I suggested getting together in person to discuss a larger gift and got a cautious yes.

We met for lunch at a place she suggested, I got there first. When she walked in I knew immediately that whatever thoughts I’d had about having a normal family-type relationship with her weren’t going to work. Once our eyes locked we each knew we’d be fucking by the end of the day.

It was that knowing smile she gave me. She looked at me like she knew I was the answer to all her sex-related problems, there was the hint of a smirk in there somewhere. I stood to greet her and as I pulled out her chair for her, we touched hands and there it was, an electric current traveling between us, silently communicating our desire for each other.

Once the waiter had taken our order and vanished she put her hand on mine and called me by my former screen name for that adult website. Damn! I hadn’t planned for this scenario, like an idiot I’d just hoped she hadn’t seen that profile.

Suddenly this seemed like a very bad idea. I excused myself and left the restaurant, telling the maitre’ d she was to have whatever she wanted. While I was waiting for the valet to bring my car I felt someone behind me, it was her.

She was pissed, but she controlled it well. She took my arm as though we’d left together, once my Benz was brought around she had the valet open the car door and hand her in. I got behind the wheel and as we drove off she spoke.

“What was that all about? Are you even going to contribute anything or was this just some sort of prank?” She was staring ahead, not looking at me. Well, here goes, I thought to myself. I pulled over onto a side street and parked.

We were silent for a moment. I sighed and said, “It’s not that. I didn’t think you’d seen my profile on that BDSM site. Maybe I just hoped you hadn’t. There’s no easy way to say this but, I’m pretty sure you’re my birth mother.”

Marla turned to me, shock on her face. “I thought…”

“Yeah, I know, awkward. I’d been hoping you hadn’t seen that profile yet. I’ve been looking for you for a while now.” I finally smiled. “Hi, I’m Adam, Adam Stone, nice to meet you.” Things got weird, then things got emotional and teary for a while, and I found out my mom carries tissues in her purse just like other moms.

I managed to slip her questions on the odd way I’d gotten ahold of her, for the moment. She was evasive on some of her answers as well but I put that down to our present lack of familiarity.

We decided to go back and eat now that things were getting sorted out, had a wonderful meal and possibly a drink too many. I’m blaming the booze anyway. Because that charge had never gone away. I could still feel it and I could tell Marla did too. I called us an Uber Black and we went back to my place. We kept touching accidentally somehow, that charge was building and building.

Once inside she cast any pretense aside and kissed me. Looking back it was one of the only bold things I’ve seen her do. She must have sensed Didim Escort Bayan that if she made the first move I’d respond in kind. Her kiss was warm and soft, not motherly at all. There was hunger there, craving and desire and need as well as a promise of emotions returned.

I kissed her back, hard, telling her without words I would demand things of her, she would need to submit to me. She melted against me and moaned, I had to hold her up by the shoulders.

“This could be incest, you know,” I said.

“I don’t care. Adam, I don’t care, I want you. Like I’ve never wanted anyone ever before.” She kissed me again, running her hands across my broad back, thrusting her hips against me.

I was still somewhat drunk. But I knew what I was doing, oh yes. I knew very well. I was going to fuck my mother, not just fuck her but make her my plaything. All her holes would be mine, any time any place, my very own cum-dumpster.

Suddenly Marla knelt before me, head down, knees together. “May I suck your cock, please, Master?” Then looked up at me with those green eyes so like my own.

“Yes, suck me,” I whispered, voice hoarse with desire. She unzipped me and extracted my hardness from my boxers, cradling it lovingly before engulfing me in her warm wet mouth. I was instantly ready to cum, this whole thing was so mind-blowing, I couldn’t believe it was really happening.

She was an expert cocksucker, she kept me on the edge of orgasm for an eternity before I had to grab her head and just fuck her mouth as I came. She swallowed it all even though I’d blasted without warning, she never even gagged. Her tongue was magic on my cock, she kept sucking and in moments I was hard again.

“My god, what the hell is happening here,” I asked rhetorically. “You’re sure about this? I feel it too, I’ve never had this deep a, a craving for anyone before, what if you really are her?” Even if my head was confused my body knew what was going on, all this time I was unbuttoning my shirt, shedding socks and shoes.

Marla was doing the same, getting slowly naked as I watched, enjoying my gaze on her. “I’ve told you, I don’t care. We’re going to fuck and we both know it,” she said.

“This way,” I said and led her to the bedroom. She followed behind me and to the right, head down, arms behind her back, I wondered if someone had trained her a bit already. She was certainly old enough to know what she wanted by now, and still attractive enough to get it on demand.

I hadn’t planned on having an encounter tonight but I’m prepared to be spontaneous as well. I told her to get on the bed, all fours, while I rummaged through the nightstand for what I needed. When I turned back to her I had to take a mental snapshot, she was lovely, everything I desired in a woman.

Generous behind with wide hips and narrow waist. Well sculpted legs, toned arms. Busty but not huge breasted. Shiny black hair like a dark waterfall. Her eyes pleaded with me, she needed release, needed a Master to give it to her.

“From now on, call me Master,” I told her as I approached the bed. I set the condoms and lube down and joined her in the center of the king-sized mattress.

“Master,” she asked, “if it would make you happy… would you like to call me mommy?” She was breathing hard, I could smell how hot she was.

“I’ll call my sub whatever I want,” I said casually. Inside I was boiling. I’d never considered incest that much of a turn on before, it turns out the real thing is much more exciting. After all, I was into other things most Escort Didim right thinking people would call taboo anyway so the mental leap wasn’t too far.

She was gorgeous. I loved how her tits hung under her as she waited for my commands. Her nipples were hard and rough on dark areolas. Her thighs were trembling slightly. Her cunt was shaved with thick outer lips and tidy inner ones; her clit was larger than I’d ever seen before, it was twitching as I watched.

“Does my Master like what he sees?” she asked shyly. She hadn’t lifted her head yet, she stole glances here and there from the corner of her eye.

“Did I tell you to speak?” I asked and brought a palm down on my mommy’s ass. She gasped and thrust her behind back at me. I picked up a rhythm, one side then the next as she squirmed silently under the slaps. “You may answer.”

“No Master!” my mommy said, following it with a moan I pulled out of her. I’d just grazed her clit, she was apparently very sensitive.

“Tell you what, slut, we’ll get that DNA test like we planned, but yes, I think whatever the results I’ll call you mommy. My slutty cum-dumpster mommy. Now get on your back, your Master and son is going to fuck you.” My nine inches were rigid, I was looking forward to a proper rough fuck.

She was gorgeous, lying beneath me, black hair spread on the pillow. Face flushed, breath ragged, she was ready all right. I looked deep into those green eyes so like my own as I pushed my throbbing shaft into her wet cunt. She gasped as I filled her to the brim with my cock.

“Mmm,” I whispered, “my new slut’s cunt is so wet. I think this slut likes the thought she might be fucking her own son.” Her hips were shifting under me, she was biting her lower lip and gripping the sheets with white knuckles.

“Tell me slut, do you like it? Thinking this might just be the most taboo thing ever? Does that get you off, thinking it is?” The whole time I was verbally teasing her I was fucking her with long, slow strokes, getting her used to a rhythm.

“Master yes, I do think it’s hot, oh my god, Master! Your cock his so big! This slut has never been fucked by such a large cock!” She was rolling her hips now, grinding her ass against the sheets, desperate for more stimulation, more, more!

“If it gets you this hot then I hope it’s true” I said, her cunny was getting hotter by the second. “Slut, cum for me, cum for your son, cum on my cock!” I shifted from the long slow strokes to a furious pounding and Marla went wild.

“Oh Master yes!” she cried, “Cumming for my new Master, my son, my baby boy, cumming on your cock, oh god YES!” Back arched she flooded our crotches with a blast of pussy juice as she came, my nine inches fucking her right through her orgasm.

“What a good slut!” I said, I was railing her hard now and my maybe-mommy was flopping on the end of my cock, still cumming. “Your new Master likes to fuck his new slut, while she cums!” I was practically lifting her off the bed with the force of my thrusts, her eyes were rolled back and she was babbling.

Now I was ready, I plowed as deep as I could while biting her shoulder and hunching my hips. Suddenly I exploded, firing pulse after pulse into my slut mommy’s greedy pussy. Thick gobs of jizz flew up my thrusting shaft as we orgasmed together, her cunt gobbling my spunk as fast as I could pump it.

God, she felt fantastic around me, I’d never had a pussy so responsive and tight at once, she was like a fine race car, moving with my thrusts and enhancing everything, it was like we were made for each other.

Well that was last week. We’ve seen each other every day and we’re talking about Marla moving in. The sex is mind-blowing. Today’s mail is due any time now, the results will be here soon.

I don’t think it will matter too much either way.

The End

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Hank Ch. 01 – The Man for His Mother

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Hank, Ch.1 becomes the man for his mother

Hank is shocked by his slut mother and fills her with hot cum

This story contains incest between a son and his mother, blowjobs, anal and discipline. If that is not for you do not read on. This is a fantasy so please no comments that mother’s don’t talk or act like that. Of course all participants would be eighteen or older.

My name is Henry and of course everyone calls me Hank. Mom told me I was named for her father, my grandfather, duh! I never had a dad and my mother never told me the facts about that. We were just a ‘single mom’ family. We visited GrandPa as often as we could actually spending summers with him. Looking back with new info I now know why.

Mom was very adept with computers and supported us with short term assignments while I was in school or she was working directly from home. She was extremely well paid when rescuing a company from a snafu or hack. She taught me everything I now know about the insides of a computer and the various coding languages. Was I a geek in school? Somewhat but I was also a multi letter sports jock.

Mom was a ‘soccer mom’ supporting all my sports activities. My friends and fellow jocks all thought my mom ‘was hot’. Mom kept herself in shape with a home gym, eating right and running in races with me. My buddies always ran just behind my mom’s behind making all kinds of appreciative comments. Mom would laugh all that off sometimes whacking my buds with her sweaty towel and threatening to tell their mom. She is very beautiful but to me she was always just Mom; until that day!

I had turned eighteen in September that senior year and was planning to go to the local tech-school to get an Associates in Computer Technology. Unbeknownst to most of her companies I often wrote the code to save their sorry ass. Mom wanted me to go to MIT or some fancy college but I told her I was okay in following in her footsteps.

Grandpa had recently passed and left Mom that house and the small farm that he tended until his death. His life policy far exceeded the last of the mortgage with plenty to pay the taxes and upkeep for many many years. He also named me the beneficiary of another policy that would pay for my two year program leaving me with no debt.

Mom and I went up to his place to make final arrangements. Being a very smart man he had contracted with a wireless company for one of those towers and Mom had excellent Wi-Fi coverage at the property. So we decided we would give up our current house and move once I graduated high school. I could do my college classes on line and it was close enough for the various in person classes.

Let me describe Mom. She was very young when she had me turning thirty-six about the time I turned eighteen. My buddies called her a MILF and I always socked them. My mom did have large firm breasts and a plump but firm rump. She wore her raven black hair long — like down to her ass long. She always had a smile and our house was the crew hangout. I’d catch the guys in the laundry room rummaging for Mom’s panties. Damn I’d give them such a smack my being the largest and strongest of the pack.

Mom would give me tender kisses often on the lips telling me she loved my being her hero. We were never formal about what we wore in the house. I saw my mom in bra and panties or sports bra and tight shorts so often it didn’t really register. Too often at breakfast I’d see the two dark circles on her chest and the dark triangle between her thighs through her silky sleeper. Occasionally her two large nipples would rise and I’d be forced to look at them across the table.

Mom would see where my eyes were and laugh at my discomfort, come over and ruffle my hair and give me one of her tender kisses. Her leaning over would give me a clear look down her front to those two firm globs of mom flesh. She would tell me she loved my being the man-of-the-house. She was happiest when we visited Grandpa and saddest when we returned home, the sadness lasting about a week. Once I turned eighteen Mom became more touchy-feely with me and cared much less about walking naked after a shower.

There were many mornings on the last weeks of senior year when she would pull her night sleeper over her head and toss it into the washer. I’d get to see her firm full ass cheeks and tight back then her full breasts and dark triangle as she walked back and went to her room. Her breasts had those dark circles the size of a coffee cup and two dark chocolate long thick nipples. I felt so gross when my long thick pecker got hard.

She started asking me to spot her when doing exercises in the house. Her nipples were always hard and her shorts always rode up her thighs giving me a clear picture of her cameltoe. She would laugh when she saw my large manhood creep down my leg making me blush like crazy. She always thanked me with many kisses and rubbed her large breasts against my chest. When she hugged me she would hum when she felt my long thick cock push against her thigh.

One night I heard weeping coming from the Didim Escort den. Of course it had to be Mom. She was curled up on the sofa quietly sobbing. I sat on the sofa and put Mom’s head on my lap. She had her soft pjs on and I held her and ran my hand up and down her back and tapped her butt from time to time. She grabbed my other hand and pulled it across her and placed my hand on one firm large breast.

Mom and I were very close as I was growing up and we would often sit close and cuddle watching Netflix. But I was shocked and fidgeted but Mom pet my hand holding her breast letting me know that was what she wanted. She gripped my hand squeezing her own breast again letting me know that it was okay for me to grip and massage that breast. Her large nipple firmed and extended almost poking a hole in my palm. She gripped my other hand and slid it under her pj hem making me grip her bare ass cheek.

My cock had a mind of its own and crawled down my leg pushing against Mom’s cheek. My teammates called me ‘sausage’ because of the length and thickness of my cock. Now it was betraying me getting long and firm against my mother. Her hand left mine on her breast to investigate what was pushing against her cheek.

She gripped my thick shaft moving her hand up and down and squeezing my large head. My cock was its full nine inches and was rock hard. My mom shifted her head on my lap and placed her warm lips across my shaft. She pushed her hot breath out warming my cock then tightened her lips.

This went on for some time. I was scared my mom would freak but my heart was thumping with excitement causing my cock to pulse and leak my pre-cum. Mom put her lips on my cockhead and sucked lightly. I could tell I was leaking my sperm as it always did when I rubbed one out in the quiet of my room.

“Henry, stand up,” my mom whispered.

Damn I thought I was in a shits load of trouble as I moved out from under her and stood. Mom reached up and pulled down my gym shorts that I sometimes wear to bed. I also always go commando at night so my hard cock ‘twanged’ when the waistband slid off my cockhead. I stood there dripping my pre-cum onto my mother’s palm. She licked it off then moaned.

“Henry, kneel down here baby,” my mom cooed.

I did as she asked still very frightened. Mom moved her cheeks to the edge of the sofa and her warm tongue came out and licked the pudding collecting on my crown. My body trembled as her lips closed behind my bulge and she sucked I guess like a baby seeking milk. Her tongue circled my cockhead finding my pleasure knot and flicking it with her pointed tip.

Her hand reached out and held my cockbase her fingers not reaching quite around. She pulled me forward by my thick cock taking more of it into her mouth. She slowly moved her lips up and down my cock, not in a hurry but savoring the feeling. This went on for some time with the sound of her slurping her saliva off my shaft.

I saw her moving and opening the buttons on her pjs until her large breasts were exposed then she returned my hand to those warm globes of flesh. She slid up and down my thick shaft taking as much as would fit then sucked just the fat head wanting my thick seed.

“Squeeze my tits and pull on my nipples Henry. You won’t hurt them if you squeeze tight or pull hard on my nipples. Don’t be frightened. Momma needs you to do this for her.”

I did as she asked and squeezed those tits and pulled on those hard pointed thick long nipples. Wanking off in my bedroom I dreamed about getting my hands on those tits. When I twisted them she groaned and I thought I was hurting her but she whispered I was her ‘good man’.

Mom turned her hips and unbuttoned her pj bottoms. She took my left arm and moved my hand into her pjs.

I trembled as I felt the curly hair on her mons then the wetness on her pussy lips. Mom gripped my two long fingers and moved them up and down in her wet warm cleft then circled the bump of her pleasure knot. She guided my fingers teaching me what pleased her then took her hand away to grip my cock. Her lips closed on my cock and slid up and down my shaft. I trembled grabbing her tit to hold on. I squeezed hard and Mom moaned on my cock.

Don’t get me wrong. This was not my first blowjob. Being on all the sport teams one could be on throughout the academic year I had many willing cheerleaders polishing my knob. Some of the girls had to hold my cock with two hands to keep from choking. Some girls swallowed, some let me fill their mouth with hot cum then spit into a tissue.

All of them said that I came like a firehose filling their mouth or belly with many pulses of thick hot cum. There were one or two seniors that would take my fat cockhead deep to the opening of their throat and suck my cum right to their belly. None of my dates were willing to take my long thick meat into their pussy so I got cameltoe rides with hot wet dripping twats until I came on my abs. They willingly sucked and licked my cum until I was clean.

Invited to their bedroom when their Didim Escort Bayan parents were out we would strip and quickly move into sixty-nine. I soon learned my way around a pussy making sure my partner came at least three times. Some of the more willing seniors asked for assplay so my fingers and tongue would get into their dark rose and help them cum with two fingers deep up their ass and two others riding in and out their hot pussy. I was quite popular.

However having my cock in Mom’s mouth was something altogether different. She was acting like she loved me and needed me to pleasure her. Her hand was back holding my fingers in and around her pussy. Can I say ‘pussy’ when talking about my mother? Her other hand was stroking my cock while the bulb was deep in her warm wet mouth.

“Henry, I miss your GrandPa so much it hurts my heart. Help me to cum Henry, help me soak my pjs as I tremble from the climax your fingers will give me. Then as I’m moaning from pleasure fill my belly with your hot thick cum. I want to taste all of you across my tongue as I suck your cock. Fill my mouth and fill my belly Henry. I need this! I miss your GrandPa so much,” she groaned and took my cock back into her warm mouth, deep and tight.

I had never seen my mother like this. It was about two months since my GrandPa died and we were finalizing the plans to sell and move. I looked around on the floor for a wine bottle but didn’t see one. My mother was in emotional turmoil. I took my task to give needed pleasure to my mother.

My mom rolled more flat on her ass and my fingers dug deep into her wetness. My thumb was busy rubbing and rolling her clit as mom thrust upwards off the sofa. As I had done with my girl friends I added a third finger and pushed it into her vagina. A woman’s pleasure is from the wishbone of nerves at the edge of her pussy entrance and of course the pleasure knot of nerves just below her mons.

I went faster and faster thrusting all three fingers in and out of my mother from where she had delivered me. Her ass was moving upwards meeting my fingers thrusting into her. Her pussy was soaking my fingers, her pjs and the sofa as she groaned on my cock going in and out of her mouth.

In her unbridled enthusiasm she was letting my cockhead tap the depths of her mouth. She had all of my cock above her small hand holding my thick cockbase. Mom screamed around my thick cock as her pussy clamped down on my fingers. Her thighs locked down trapping my fingers as she crashed into a powerful orgasm.

With her ass and hips moving wildly up and down and side to side she rubbed my fingers along her pussy lips making my thumb crush her clit. Her pussy gripped and pulsed on my fingers releasing bursts of hot female cum. She screamed again trembling all along her body taking my cock deep sucking hard to pull my cum from my cock.

My body was tightening like it does just before I cum and I crushed her tits with my one hand and mangled her pussy with my other. She moved back holding just my cockhead behind her teeth and sucked. Her tongue punished my own pleasure knot and my thighs began to tremble.

“OH FUCK MOM,” I screamed as a painful glob of my cum exploded out the cockhead painting my mother’s waiting tongue. She coughed as another blast hit the opening of her throat. She took my cock the deepest yet releasing her hand and her heat made me pulse cum again. She sucked and swallowed emptying her mouth of cum only to get filled again.

I was so lost in pleasure I didn’t count how many globs of hot thick cum I fed my mother but it felt like many; like she had pulled all my cum my balls had stored. She wanted more; she wanted it all! She sucked my cockhead, her lips tight not letting one drop leak out. I listened to her swallowing my globs then felt her lips sink down my long thick cock. She tightened her lips and sucked upwards hoping to get the last of my cum. Her wet tongue teased my knot causing the last of my cum to pulse out and paint her tongue.

Mom moved her hips rubbing her pussy against my fingers grabbing the last of her climax aftershocks to pleasure her body. She held my fingers deep in her pussy and my softening cock in her mouth. She put her hand over mine and squeezed the tit I had hold of also making me pinch her hard extended nipple. Mom moaned on my cock giving me a final twinge of pleasure.

She pulled back and my cock slipped from her mouth. She quickly grabbed my softening flesh and took me back in her mouth. I moaned as it was now getting too sensitive. Her lips softly rode my cock until she released it then kissed all over the mushroom cockhead. Her fingers played with my balls even going under them to stroke my taint.

Mom opened her thighs and pulled my pussy juices soaked fingers to her face. She turned and opening her mouth took those fingers inside and licked them clean of her own cum. She let my hand drop and tenderly ran her fingers along my cheeks moaning as she did. Mom caressed my face and neck and ran her fingers through my red Escort Didim hair.

“Henry, go get ready for bed. We have a lot of final packing to do. The movers will be here tomorrow and we start our new life at Grandpa’s place. Now give me a kiss and go to bed.”

I went to give her a mom-son peck on her lips but she grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me down. Her lips crushed mine then her tongue slid out onto mine. I tasted the combination of my cum and her aromatic pussy juices. She kissed me like a lover for some time bringing my hand to her breasts again. She moaned then kissed me softly and tenderly.

“I’ll be up later to check on you and maybe tuck you in. I love you Henry; always have and always will. Now get to bed,” she said and let out a long cleansing breath.

Mom watched me stand with my pecker hanging down until I covered it with my shorts. I staggered upstairs and took a quick shower and flopped naked onto my bed. Confusing thoughts ran through my brain for some time depriving me of sleep.

What caused Mom to act that way? What caused Mom to have me crush her tits and punish her big fat nipples? What caused Mom to have me make her cum? What caused Mom to suck me off and swallow all my hot thick cum? And being a horny eighteen year old; Would Mom do all that with me again? And what was — “Henry, I miss your GrandPa so much it hurts my heart,” all about.

I drifted in and out of a restless sleep until I heard my floor creak. From the soft light off the hall I could just make out my mother was standing beside my bed. She was naked! I could smell her female scent and watched her fingers rub between her pussy lips. Mom was softly humming and swaying her hips working her fingers up and down the cleft between her thighs.

I watched her rub those wet fingers across her lips then she leaned down and kissed me tenderly. Her wetness tasted delicious. Her hanging mom tits rubbed softly across my arm and I felt her hard nipples. She moved her hands back between her thighs and brought her fingers to my lips and held them there until I licked them clean.

Mom kissed me softly turned and walked out. The light from the lamppost illuminated her firm ass as the cheeks moved up and down. I had another, “What the hell was that?” thought and realized my cock was rock hard. I took deep breaths and waited till it went soft before I rolled over and eventually fell asleep.

My mom called me down in the morning yelling that we had a lot of packing to do, “So get your ass down here quick!”

As I descended the stairs I smelt the coffee and the bacon. I sat at the table and watched Mom cook. She had on the shortest nightie I had ever seen her wear. The bottom hem barely covered her ass. She went into the fridge to get something from a lower shelf and her naked ass was on display. She reached to the back and her thighs opened and naked pussy lips poked through.

What the hell? Mom shaved her pussy lips this morning? What is with her? my mind raced.

She brought the maple syrup to the table and I watched her firm mom breasts wobble under her silky nightie. Her dark circles were obvious under the almost see through fabric and her hard pointed nipples pushed out the top. She ran her fingers through my hair and asked, “How is my man-of-the-house this morning?”

She brought me a plate of pancakes, bacon and some eggs. She held the plate high causing the bottom front hem to lift revealing her shaved pussy lips. Her scent was emanating from between her thighs making my cock start to get hard. She served me then sat across from me and now I had her firm breasts and pointed dark nipples to look at. My cock got rock hard.

She talked out our plans for the day making gestures with her hands. In my heightened state all that did was wobble her tits keeping her nipples rock hard and extended. She finished first and brought her plate to the sink then pushed my chair back and sat across my lap.

As she fed me the last of my breakfast her naked pussy found my hard cock and she rocked back and forth. I could feel my cock get wet from her warm juices as she soaked my sleeper shorts. Her breasts rubbed my arm as she hummed a song I didn’t recognize.

I think she teased me on purpose as she asked me if I wanted anything else before we got started on our day. I could hardly squeak out a ‘No’ and she laughed. Mom took my plate to the sink then stood before me and pulled the nightie over her head. She stood there on display; newly naked pussy lips, her black curls on her mons, her tight abdomen, her large dark aureoles and her dark chocolate nipples.

She let the nightie run across my face and over my head and told me to go get dressed as we had packing to do. Her nightie was deeply scented with her pussy and caused my cock to throb. All I thought was, “Yea, I’d like to do some packing; my long thick cock up her dripping pussy over and over till my frustration was relieved!”

That thought made me blush with shame as I realized it was just my mom being her free spirit self. But then what the hell was last night all about and why didn’t she talk about it this morning? All I could do was take today as it played out leaving the ball in Mom’s hands. I went upstairs and dressed in old gym clothes as I knew we were going to work up a sweat.

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Desperate Times Pt. 04

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This is the fourth and final piece of this story, and it takes place in April of 2022, almost twenty years after the previous part.

*****

“We think this weekend is gonna be it.” My daughter Courtney tells me, hitting me with the news before I’ve barely gotten through their door.

“You’re gonna tell ’em?” I ask for clarification, but I’m pretty sure I already know what she’s referring to.

“Yeah, well…” My daughter’s husband, Geoff interjects. “If everything goes according to plan, then hopefully we’ll be showing them instead of just telling them.” And then my son-in-law gives off a nervous laugh, as if to indicate the absurdity of the situation.

“Oh wow.” I react. “So this weekend? Like in three days?”

“Yeah, we’re thinking Friday night.” Courtney clarifies. “So day after tomorrow.” And then she goes on to explain their reasoning. “The timing works for me, personally.” She says as she gestures down towards her crotch, so I have to assume she’s referring to her menstrual cycle. “And Emma finished up her period this past weekend too, so she’ll be good.”

I had no idea a mother would know her daughter’s cycle that precisely, so I’m sure I give off a pretty perplexed look. Courtney sees this and apparently feels the need to explain herself, “I only know because I can see the tampon wrappers in her trash.” She says with a small laugh. “That’s how.”

I guess that’s a fair explanation, but I feel like whether or not the two of them are on their period seems like a pretty minor detail in this otherwise HUGE decision and potentially life-altering event.

“So you’re sure about this? Like you’ve thought all of it through?” I stress, while trying to keep an open mind that they might be able to convince me this isn’t a horrible, horrible idea.

To me, it seems like an enormous leap to go from what we’ve been doing all these years, to what it would become if they end up bringing their son and daughter into the mix. I mean, it would be complicated enough if the twins found out about the kind of relationship their parents have with their grandfather, but to actually involve them physically too? This seems crazy to me. We have such a great thing going here, why would we risk it?

I admit that my opinion is certainly far from unbiased, and I’m probably thinking about this selfishly, too. It took me a long time to come to grips with the fact that I have a sexual relationship with my daughter, and the only reason I’m at peace with it is because I’ve convinced myself that it’s solely based on who she is, and not what she is. I’ve been extremely lucky to have two soulmates on this Earth, and while my wife was taken from us far too soon, finding everything I once had with Beth, but now with our daughter Courtney has been a godsend. It’s made the second half of my life happier than I ever could’ve imagined.

If anything, the fact that she’s my daughter has been a huge burden, more so than some kinky bonus. It means we always have to hide who we are, because no one besides her husband can ever know. And there’s no question that weighs on me, especially since Geoff and Courtney obviously don’t have to hide their relationship from anyone. On the other hand, the fact that I have to “share” Beth with her husband has never really bothered me in the least. In fact, there are so many wonderful aspects to our dynamic that I enjoy every day. But the one thing that does gets to me, is seeing how Geoff can be openly affectionate with his wife in public, while I have to save all my physical affection towards her for the total privacy of our bedrooms.

But don’t get me wrong, Geoff and I really do get along great. We obviously have a very intimate connection, as so much of Courtney’s and my sexual relationship takes place with Geoff right there with us. And while I would hesitate to ever call myself bisexual, he and I have a level of interaction and comfort with each other in the bedroom that I never in a million years thought I would’ve had with another male.

There’s no doubt that my son-in-law is just as happy with our arrangement as I am, too. It’s quite obvious he has a kinky side that LOVES the fact that we’re father and daughter. He’s always been enamored with the taboo aspect of the two of us having sex, and so it’s something that gets played up a lot in the bedroom. There’s plenty of dirty talk, and sometimes he’ll even have us watch incest-themed porn. Most of the time, these videos are pretty silly and obviously fake, but he did find this one family that we’ve watched countless times. It’s a husband, wife, and their daughter, and I think they live in Spain. It’s all in Spanish, so none of us has any clue what they’re actually saying, but in a number of their videos the three of them hold up their IDs, I guess to prove they’re legitimately related. It all comes across as surprisingly believable, and oh man does he love it when we have sex while watching those movies.

So all of this is to say that while Geoff and I get along great, Çeşme Escort and I think we’re both very content in our current arrangement, we may view our situation from slightly different angles. I love Courtney more than life itself, and I have no desire to change anything about our relationship. However, I know Geoff gets so turned on by anything taboo, that he probably looks at his son Josh and his daughter Emma, and I think he’s intrigued by all the kinky possibilities they could bring to the table. Part of me is worried that getting them involved wouldn’t be right from a moral standpoint, but I’m self-aware enough to know how hypocritical this makes me, considering what Courtney’s mom and I did with her all those years ago. If I’m really being honest, I’m most afraid that changing anything is going to risk what we currently have, and that’s the last thing I want to do.

“We know it’s a risk.” Geoff responds, “But we think as long as we’re doing it for the right reasons, it’s likely to work out for everybody.”

Courtney then chimes in, “We think they’re ready. And you know we’ve been contemplating this for a long time.”

I do know this is a decision they aren’t taking lightly, but I’m more intrigued by Geoff’s comment a second ago. So I ask, “What exactly do you mean, for the right reasons?”

I can see my son-in-law take a second to articulate his response. And then he says to me, “So you obviously know both of the twins really well. And you know they’re good kids.” Sure, I definitely agree with that. Geoff then continues, “And I think they’re generally pretty happy. But I’m also pretty sure that they’re missing out on this whole other aspect of life. Something that in my opinion is the BEST part of being alive.”

“You’re talking about sex?” I respond.

“Yes! Exactly.” Geoff confirms, before going on. “I don’t think Josh has done much, and we’re both positive that Emma has done even less.”

As he’s telling me this, I look over at my daughter to gauge her reaction, and she adds her own commentary. “That poor girl…” Then she looks at me and asks, “Did you ever meet Jacob?”

The name doesn’t ring a bell.

Courtney then explains, “Well they dated sophomore year. But he was clearly gay. I mean IS gay, I should say, as he’s come out now I believe. And here we are two years later and Emma will still make little comments about how she turned her ex-boyfriend gay. I know she’s only joking, but I can tell it bothers her that she doesn’t get more attention from any other boys.”

Geoff then chimes in, “And it’s insane. She’s fucking beautiful! And she makes these self-deprecating comments that she has the body of a little boy, and I kinda get why high school guys get so fixated on huge tits and could overlook someone like Emma, but you should see…” And then Geoff weirdly stops himself mid-sentence from completing his thought, as if he felt the need to catch himself.

I kind of look around at both of them thinking, I should see what?

“It’s fine.” Courtney then tells her husband. “He’s obviously not gonna judge you.” And then she laughs.

I’m both confused and super curious now, and as I look over at my son-in-law, he says, “Ok sure. Here… look at this.” He then pulls his phone out of his pocket, and after a few quick swipes he turns his device so I can see it.

“A couple weeks ago, my curiosity got the best of me and I hid my phone in the closet of their bathroom. I did it right before Emma was going in to shower.”

And holy fuck, there she is on the screen of Geoff’s phone. My 18-year-old granddaughter undressing herself without the slightest clue in the world she’s being recorded. As much as I understood the gravity of what we had been discussing up until this point, it had all felt pretty hypothetical. Seeing Emma getting completely naked really drives home just what’s at stake here.

She looks so innocent, so precious, and yet so alluring. Emma didn’t inherit her mom’s beautiful brown hair, but instead she has these adorable blonde curls she got from her father. In fact, both she and Josh got their father’s golden locks. The video has progressed now to where my granddaughter is completely naked, seemingly checking various spots on her face in the bathroom mirror. Objectively speaking, I know what a huge invasion of Emma’s privacy this is, but It’s impossible for me to look away.

My granddaughter’s so petite and slender, that I think you would classify her as being the exact opposite of curvy. Her breasts are tiny, practically non-existent, which is where her comments about having a boy’s body come from. But with her bright pink nipples clearly visible on the screen, they look absolutely gorgeous, especially against her pale, white body. She does have some subtle tan lines on her arms and legs, but all they do is offer a stark reminder of her total nudity. Her pussy is harder to make out in the video, but I can see she does have a patch of golden pubic hair that is unlike any pussy Çeşme Escort Bayan hair I’ve ever seen. I’m so used to seeing either dark pubes, or no hair at all, that I’m instantly drawn to this unique aspect of Emma’s body.

Eventually, she turns and opens up the shower curtain to get in. As she does, the camera catches a perfect view of her minuscule ass. It’s so small and petite, and while it probably doesn’t draw much attention when she’s wearing pants, all I can think of when seeing it naked is how amazing it would feel to fully grab each of her tiny cheeks in my two hands. But soon enough, that glorious view is over as Emma hops into the shower and closes the curtain behind her. A million thoughts are running through my head right now, but first and foremost, I’m wondering if that’s the end of the video. I’m completely hooked and want to see more, but apparently that’s it.

“Can you believe that?” Geoff then says to me, and I’m actually not sure what in particular he’s referring to, so I look blankly back at him without answering. My son-in-law then continues, “Can you believe THAT girl, with THAT precious body, is convinced that no one would find her attractive?”

“She is beautiful.” I respond.

“It’s the boys. They’re idiots.” Geoff then says.

“They’re just immature.” Courtney chimes in to clarify.

“Well, whatever they are, they’re missing out.” Her husband responds. “And Emma deserves more.”

I still have the image of my naked granddaughter running through my mind, and it’s hard to concentrate on much else, even though the topic at hand is obviously related.

Geoff then continues on with the discussion, “I mean a big part of it is definitely their age.” He then motions to his phone and says, “I could take this video and have dozens of middle-aged men lined up around the block, willing to throw their marriage away just for one hour alone with Emma’s naked body.” Then he pauses before emphasizing, “I’m serious.”

No one in their right mind would refer to me anymore as middle-aged, as I’m in my early 70s, but I know exactly what my son-in-law is talking about. Seeing this 18-year-old body just triggers something inside of me, something almost primal in nature, that brings a level of nervous excitement that I haven’t felt in decades. I think it’s the combination of knowing that on an intellectual level it would be so wrong, but on a biological level it would feel so right, that the resulting internal conflict is extremely intense. I’m long removed from ever being physically capable of reproducing, but my brain still can’t deny the overwhelming urge to mate with someone so innocent, young, and fertile.

And again, if this is how I feel in my seventies, I can’t imagine how strong the desire must be for someone like Geoff in his forties. Actually I take that back, I CAN imagine, as that’s basically the situation I was in when Courtney and I first made love in that abandoned cabin all those years ago. I remember wanting my daughter so badly, and a huge part of that was specifically because she was a virgin.

So I certainly understand Geoff’s desires here, and I could never judge him for wanting that. I had my opportunity with Courtney when she was a teenager, so who am I to question his desire now for his own daughter? Fuck, I’m clearly lusting over Emma’s naked body myself, even though I don’t think I personally could ever do anything with her. But I can also see where he’s coming from in claiming that Emma deserves more physical attention than she’s currently receiving in this world, but is that really enough to justify him being the one to give that to her?

The crazy thing is, I actually think if they do decide to try and coerce their daughter into having a sexual relationship, they’ll probably succeed. Emma has always been the sweetest little do-gooder and rule-follower, that she’s the type of child that would never dream of defying her parents. Now, I have no idea what kind of sexual thoughts Emma has, but it sounds like she and her mom are pretty open in what they share with one another. And if they already have this level of trust, and you combine that with Emma’s willingness to do whatever her parents tell her to do, It wouldn’t shock me if she would end up submitting to a sexual relationship with her father if that’s what her mom told her she should do.

But that’s just one half of the equation, as there’s also Josh to consider. How does he factor into all of this? What’s the rationale for introducing him to sex before he otherwise would’ve found it? I mean, it’ll surely happen for him eventually, as just like his sister, he’s not a bad-looking kid.

So I decide to bring that up next. “What about Josh? What do you want him to get out of all of this?”

This clearly piques Courtney’s interest, as she jumps right in. “Oh he’s so ready. There’s not a doubt in my mind.” And I can immediately tell that my daughter seems to have just as much of a fascination with her son as Geoff does Escort Çeşme with Emma. “Believe me, speaking as the one doing his laundry, I can tell you there’s a cum-filled sock in his pile of dirty clothes every single day, like clockwork.”

I can see Geoff nodding his head in agreement with his wife. “It’s true. Sometimes we’ll even play a game where the two of us see who can find it first.”

Geoff says this very matter-of-factly, but I can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of this supposed game. However, knowing Geoff as I do, I can’t say it’s surprising. As long as the three of us have been together, I’ve known that he has an enormous cum fetish. He’s always been obsessed with both his and my semen, and the different ways we cum on Courtney, or cum inside of Courtney. His fetish is so consistent, that I honestly can’t remember the last time I made love to my daughter with him there, and he DIDN’T end up licking her clean afterwards. And I have to say, while it’s not something I would necessarily ever want to do myself, it’s always been intriguing to watch, especially when it involves him eating my cum directly out of Courtney’s vagina. Needless to say, I would bet anything that after finding his son’s mystery sock, Geoff is willing to lick the jizz right out of it.

“Yeah if it’s crusty and dried, then we know it’s from the night before, but there are times when it’s still wet and from the morning of.” Courtney explains. “And there are plenty of times when there’s one of each.”

“The kid probably masturbates ten times a week!” Geoff boasts proudly.

I certainly believe them about their son, but I’m not sure why this makes it necessary to be the ones to start Josh on his sexual journey, ahead of schedule. I’ve obviously gotten to know my grandson just as well as my granddaughter over the years, and I’m sure if he’s not sexually active it’s mainly because he’s such a shy kid. He’s very sweet, just like his sister, but he’s not nearly as outgoing and bubbly as she is. On the contrary, he always seems to keep to himself and comes across as a very private person.

While I think Geoff and Courtney could end up convincing Emma to join our ‘lifestyle’ as we sometimes call it, ironically despite his horniness, I think Josh is the bigger question mark. It’s possible he’s not sexually active right now simply because that’s his choice. He’s a handsome guy, and he’s in pretty good shape too as he stays quite active. And just like Emma, he’s skinny, but he definitely has more muscle tone than she does. The bottom line is, if he’s already getting some attention from girls in school but choosing to keep to himself, then I don’t think there’s any way he’s going to be interested in sex being offered to him by his own parents.

“Ok, so he’s a horny kid. That’s not exactly noteworthy.” I say, pushing back a little.

I can see both my daughter and her husband are starting to realize that I have my doubts about their entire plan, and I think this leads Courtney to get somewhat defensive and feel the need to explain themselves a little more.

“We’ve obviously been thinking about this for awhile, so we’re not being reckless here.” She says. “They’ve been 18 for a couple of months now too, and while I always thought their age was just an arbitrary number, Geoff has been adamant this whole time we had to wait until 18.”

“Damn straight.” He interjects. “If anyone ever found out, that number is the difference between someone thinking we’re a bunch a weirdos, and someone throwing us in prison.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Courtney responds to her husband. “But we’re past that now. But anyway…” and then Courtney looks right at me, “Why did you and Mom do what you did to me when I was 19?” Basically putting me on the spot, and subtly making her point that I’m kind of a hypocrite here. And before I even have time to reply, Courtney answers for me. “It was because you wanted me to experience sex, right?”

“Well yeah… but that was totally different.” I tell her. “We thought we were going to die!”

“Of course. I totally get that.” She admits before continuing, “But our thought process is still the same. We don’t want our kids to have to wait any longer to experience something everyone on this planet should get to enjoy.” And then she says with quite a bit of emphasis, “Yeah, they’re probably not gonna die in the next few months, but they might! Anything’s possible!”

I just don’t know. On the one hand this seems very far-fetched, like they’re grasping at straws to justify their actions. I would never directly say this to them, but part of me thinks their selfish desire to have sex with their own kids is much stronger than any small benefit they’d be providing them, and that’s the true reason they’re doing this. Purely for themselves.

But on the other hand, I don’t truly know where their motivation is coming from here, I’m only guessing. And these are THEIR kids, not mine, so it’s not really my place to tell them how to raise them. Especially when it would be such a hypocritical stance for me to take with this particular topic. I mean, even the part I just told Courtney about how we thought we were going to die was a pretty blatant lie. She and I didn’t have sex until AFTER we knew we were already saved.

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The Institute of Apotheosis Research

Daddy’s Mind-Control Spreads 5: Daddy Loves His Daughter-Wife

Agent Daniel Hardson

I had to watch my daughter being fucked by the man I had cucked for years. By the man who hadn’t even known that Danielle wasn’t his daughter until today.

My lover quivered as she watched the husband she regularly cheated on plowing her daughter, too. Shannon was dripping with excitement. This turned her on being her husband’s sex slave. No longer would she have the freedom to fuck other men. She would be used by her husband and daughter now.

I stood in the corner knowing that this would be my life. Being a slave. Having to work for the man I had wronged. Having to serve him utterly. The god had made it all so clear to me when he had confronted me and stripped away my feeble protection.

I deserved this punishment for being an asshole.

For fucking all those married women throughout my life. I had made fools of their husbands. It was wrong of me. I understood that now. It had been seared in my brain by the god. So I stood here and watched the humiliating sight of my daughter gasping out her pleasure beneath my master.

My cheeks burned. I knew I would never be allowed to fuck a woman again.

~ ** ~

Shannon Roberts

I was so wet as my husband came in my daughter. I quivered there, my thick bush dripping with cream. My big boobs quivered. I had finally confessed to my husband about all my dalliances. I didn’t even use all those excuses that I had lied to myself to rationalize being a whore.

He was never around. I was lonely. It was his fault for being in the Air Force and going away from me. I never would have cheated.

Blah, blah, blah.

I just didn’t want to be celibate. So I became a whore. I cheated on my husband. I loved him, but that hadn’t stopped me from tricking Derrick into raising a daughter that wasn’t his.

Now he was kissing Danielle. He had just dumped his cum into her. They loved each other. My daughter wouldn’t betray him. Danielle wouldn’t be a whore. She would be his devoted wife. She would be everything I should have been.

And that made me even wetter. I was their sex slave. My nipples throbbed. I was so eager to repay my husband for all my bad behavior. Whatever he wanted me to do, I would do it. My lover was here. The man I had enjoyed the most over the years. The only one I had given a child.

That was how much of a whore I was.

Derrick broke the kiss with my daughter. He rose off her. She quivered on the bed. Eighteen and so petite. A virgin deflowered by the man she thought was her father. She panted, her small breasts rising and falling. Her trimmed bush dripping with Derrick’s seed.

“Slut,” my husband growled, “get over here and lick our daughter clean. Put that fucking mouth to some good use.”

“Yes, Master,” I moaned, my cunt on fire. That sounded so hot.

I moved to him, my hips swaying. I crawled onto the bed as my husband moved out of the way. My daughter stared at me. She had this wicked gleam in her green eyes. She licked her lips then crooked her finger towards me.

I shuddered as I knew what she wanted, too. I ducked my head down and buried my face into my daughter’s bush. Her cum-matted curls spilled over my face. Then I licked at her forbidden pussy. I had brought her into this world. Now I would eat her out. I would pleasure her.

I licked through her folds, gathering up my husband’s salty cum and Danielle’s tangy pussy. She had a cunt that tasted so similar to mine. I shuddered, thrusting my hands beneath her rump. I gripped her ass as I devoured the creampie from my daughter’s pussy.

From my own flesh and blood.

“Ooh, that’s so good, Mom,” gasped Danielle. “Ooh, such a slutty mommy. Feast on me! Lick all of my daddy’s cum from me.” Then her eyes flicked above me. “Oh, Daddy, what are you going to do to her? Fuck her? Spank her?”

My asscheeks clenched. They still burned from being spanked by my husband. I quivered, feeling him looming behind me as I feasted on our daughter’s cunt. I licked at her with hunger. My tongue swept through her folds, gathering up all his cum from her tangy depths.

His cock slapped down on my rump soaked in my daughter’s pussy cream. I shuddered as he slid it across my butt-cheek and into my crack. I quivered as that soaked dick caressed down my crevice until he nuzzled against my asshole.

“I think I’ll fuck your mother up the ass for being a cheating bitch,” growled Derrick. His anger still poured out of him. Would he ever forgive me?

Should I ever be forgiven?

He thrust against my asshole.

I moaned into my daughter’s young cunt. My anal ring widened and widened. I quivered at that. It was intense feeling my asshole yawning open to swallow his cock. I groaned in delight he had such a big and thick dick. He would make me explode like the sex slave I was.

I thrust my tongue into my daughter’s cum-filled depths. I scooped Derrick’s cum out of Danielle’s twat. I loved the flavor of their fluids mixing. Salty and tangy juices. Beylikdüzü Escort I groaned as my asshole clung to his dick as he sank deeper into me.

Then he bottomed out on me. His hands grabbed my hips. He held me tight as he drew back. I moaned into Danielle’s cunt. I shuddered, the heat burning in my asshole. It melted to my whorish, cheating, slutty cunt. I moaned out my pleasure.

“Yeah, you fucking like it in the ass, bitch,” growled Derrick.

“You fuck that whore good and hard, Daddy!” Danielle moaned. “You put that bitch in her place!”

My daughter’s squeezed her thighs around my head, her butt-cheeks clenching beneath my hands. Derrick slammed back into my bowels hard. His crotch smacked into my spanked rump. My big boobs swayed beneath me as I moaned, the heat melting to my cunt.

The pleasure of his cock fucking my ass suffused my pussy. My twat grew hotter and hotter with every thrust of his cock into my bowels. My anal sheath squeezed about him. I held him tight as he buggered me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned into Danielle’s cunt between thrusts of my tongue into her pussy. I scooped out his cum from her depths.

My husband hammered my bowels. He fucked my asshole without mercy. His nuts slapped into my taint as he grunted his pleasure. I shuddered and tongued my daughter’s snatch. I licked at her. Lapped at her with all the hunger I had. I feasted on the salty cum I found in her tangy depths.

Danielle moaned. Her petite body shuddered as my tongue dove into her pussy again and again. I licked around in her twat. I searched for the spunk. I found it and dug it out. She had such a wonderful snatch. It was quite the delight to feast on her like this.

I licked and lapped at her. I tongued her with all the hunger that I had. It was an amazing delight to devour her. She humped against me. She smeared her pussy against my face, her bush tickling my nose and lips. I loved it as my husband hammered my bowels.

“That’s it, slut-Mommy,” moaned my daughter. “That’s a good whore. Just feast on me and lick out all of Daddy’s cum. He’s the man you should have been loving, but you’re a trashy whore!”

“I am!” I groaned. “I’m disgusting! A slut! I deserve to be your sex slave. Both of yours!”

“Yes!” roared my husband as he rammed his cock to the hilt in my bowels.

His crotch smacked my butt-cheeks. I groaned, the heat flaring across my rump. That only made my cunt hotter. My orgasm drank it in while my asshole melted around my husband’s thrusting dick. He pistoned in and out of me with force.

My tongue wiggled about in Danielle’s pussy as I searched for more of her pussy cream. I looked for every drop of it. My tongue darted in and pulled out every drop of it I could find. But there was less and less of my husband’s jizz.

I danced through her, struggling to find all that yummy cream, but I only tasted her tangy pussy. That delicious flavor of her young cunt. I feasted on my daughter’s hot twat. My tongue fluttered up and down her tight slit.

I brushed her clit.

“Mommy-Slut!” she gasped. “Yes, yes, you naughty whore! Make me cum! I want to drown you in pussy cream!”

“Drown her, sweetie,” my husband grunted, his dick slamming to the hilt in my bowels.

“I will, Daddy!” Danielle moaned. “I love you so much!”

“I know you do!” he groaned as he buried to the hilt in my asshole again and again.

I fluttered my tongue against my daughter’s clit. Fluttered up and down against her pearl, loving how she quivered and bucked. It was so fantastic to hear her moaning as I did this to her. As I loved her with all that I had.

I would make her cum so hard. I would make her explode with passion. She groaned as I suckled on her bud. It was such a hot delight to hear. As I nursed on her, my husband thrust to the hilt in my bowels. He fucked me with such force. He rammed into me, the heat melting to my cunt.

“God,” I whimpered around my daughter’s clit.

“You nasty Mommy-slut!” whimpered Danielle, her head tossing. “Just keep sucking!”

“Fucking keep sucking on her clit, whore!” growled Derrick as he buried his dick into my bowels. He filled me up. “You make my daughter-wife cum!”

“Yes, Master!” I moaned and suckled hard on my daughter’s pearl.

She gasped as I did. My orgasm swelled in my cunt. I hurtled towards my orgasm. I rushed towards it. I was almost there, my asshole squeezing about my husband’s big dick. He plowed to the hilt in my anal sheath, his balls slapping my taint.

“Mommy-whore!” squealed Danielle.

Her body bucked. I gripped her rump as she flooded me with her tangy pussy juices. She gushed her cream. It was a hot delight to drink her passion. To gulp down all her pussy cream. She had such a yummy cunt.

I groaned, drinking down all the passion that she had. I loved every drop of it. I savored every last gush of her juices as they flooded my mouth. I squeezed down on my husband’s cock. He plowed to the hilt in my bowels.

I exploded.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned as my bowels writhed Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan around my husband’s dick.

“Shit,” he groaned as he drew back. He gripped my hips as he rammed back into my bowels. He filled me to the hilt. “Fucking whore!”

His cum fired into my writhing bowels. My anal sheath convulsed around his big dick. I suckled at him as he dumped his cum into my asshole. It felt so good to feel his spunk pumping into me. I groaned into our daughter’s pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes, Mommy-slut!” Danielle gasped, her body bucking through her orgasm.

Her furred muff rubbed on my face as she trembled through her orgasm. She quivered there, gasping out her pleasure. She sounded like she was in heaven. I licked at her cunt. I tongued her, drinking in her pussy cream.

She had such a yummy pussy. It was a delicious one. I licked and lapped at her with all the hunger that I had. I drank her pussy cream as my mind drowned in rapture. My asshole milked my husband’s cock. He grunted, dumping more and more of his cum into my bowels.

And my lover watched from the corner.

“Fuck,” growled Derrick as he dumped the last of his cum into my bowels. He had emptied himself. He had run dry. “Goddamn, that’s good.”

He ripped his cock out of my asshole as my orgasm peaked in me. I rubbed my face into my daughter’s pussy and bush. Her wet folds and ticklish curls spilled over my lips and cheeks. I breathed in her tangy musk as I came down from that high.

“Now suck my dick clean of your filthy ass, bitch,” snarled my husband.

“Yes, Master,” I purred, so eager to degrade myself for him.

I turned around and faced him. He stared down at me with those hard eyes. He was a handsome and strong man, his blond hair cut short. He slid his fingers through my hair then held a fistful of my fiery locks. He yanked me to the tip of his cock.

“Suck that dick clean!” he growled.

I opened my mouth wide and swallowed his cock.

I slid my lips over his dirty tip. I shuddered at the flavor of my sour asshole wreathing his dick. I had never done this before. It was so disgusting and demeaning. I shuddered, my pussy clenching with the heat of it. This was so good.

“You nasty mommy-whore,” my daughter hissed as she moved on the bed behind me. “I can’t believe you would ever cheat on Daddy. That you would fuck that loser in the corner.”

I could only suckle on my husband’s cock, my tongue polishing his pole to clean off his dick of my sour asshole. I shuddered at how nasty this was. How much it made me feel like an abject whore. My pussy dripped with my excitement. My husband’s cum dribbled out of my asshole and ran down my taint. I was such a nasty slut.

I loved this.

“He’s the best man, and you fucked that dummy?” Danielle hissed.

SLAP!

I gasped as her hand spanked my rump. The stinging impact melted to my cunt. It wasn’t nearly as hard as her father’s spanks had been downstairs. I shuddered and moaned around his cock, loving them anyway. A dirty whore like me deserved to be spanked.

SLAP!

To be punished.

SLAP!

I shuddered, sucking with all my might on my husband’s dirty dick. I bobbed my head as my daughter punished me.

SLAP!

The stinging impacts warmed my rump.

SLAP!

And my cheating pussy.

SLAP!

I suckled with all my might, my cheeks hollowing as her hand slapped my rump.

“You dirty mommy!” she cried, hurt by my actions.

SLAP!

“Daddy’s the best man, and you betrayed him with that disgusting guy!”

SLAP!

“That skeezy man?”

SLAP!

“You thought he was better than my daddy!”

SMACK!

I gasped as that spank hurt. I moaned around my husband’s cock, nursing on him. My tongue danced to polish off the sour flavor of my ass. I could hear the pain and anger in my daughter’s voice. She despised me.

SMACK!

The spanks echoed through the bedroom. They rose over the sloppy sounds of my blowjob. I nursed on my husband’s cock, buffing him clean, as our daughter spanked my ass hard. She made me whimper. The pain swelled the ache in my cunt.

SMACK!

“Dirty!”

SMACK!

“Filthy!”

SMACK!

“Nasty!”

SMACK!

“Mommy!”

I was. I was all those things.

“You clean that dick, whore!” she hissed.

SMACK!

“You make my daddy feel good. That was your job!”

SMACK!

“Well, it’s mine now!”

I shuddered at that. My pussy dripped juices that spilled down my thighs. I groaned around his dick. I suckled with everything that I had. I nursed with all my might. My ass burned. My cunt ached. My husband groaned as he stared down at me.

His cock throbbed, the flavor of his precum swelling with my every suckle. I nursed with all my might on him. I wanted his cum. I wanted to drink everything that he had. I whimpered, my tongue dancing around his cock.

He grunted. Groaned. His face twisted with the passion of my nursing mouth. He gripped my red hair while my daughter watched on. Drool ran down my chin. The sour flavor Escort Beylikdüzü of my asshole faded. The salty flavor of precum grew.

“You fucking whore!” he snarled. “Goddamn slut!”

He erupted.

His cum fired into my mouth. All that salty cum that I should have been drinking every chance I could. I closed my eyes, gulping down his cum. I swallowed his salty spunk as he sprayed it into my mouth. He flooded me with that passion.

I shuddered, loving that delight. My tongue swallowed every bit of it. I groaned, savoring that spunk flowing down my throat. I savored his salty passion. I whimpered around him, my pussy burning for attention.

“Drink that cum, slut!” hissed my daughter.

I was. Every drop.

My husband groaned as he fired the last of his load. He panted as his cock twitched in my mouth. Then he ripped it out. I panted, drool running down my chin. My asshole clenched, forcing out more of his cum to run down my taint.

“Now I want you to get our daughter’s asshole ready for my dick, slut,” growled my husband.

“Ooh, yes, yes, Mommy,” moaned Danielle. “I won’t ever deny Daddy what he wants. I’m his wife now. I will love him in every way I can.”

I panted, “Yes, Master.”

I turned on the bed and found my daughter’s cute tush aimed right at me. Pale and delicious. Her strawberry-blonde bush dripped with her juices. It had turned her on to spank me. That was good. I hoped she enjoyed this, too.

I pressed my face into my daughter’s butt-crack, the sour scent of her asshole filling my nose. Then I kissed her puckered backdoor. I swept my tongue over her puckered sphincter. She gasped as I did that. I caressed her. Rimmed her.

“Mommy,” she groaned. “Yes, yes, get me ready for Daddy’s big dick! Ooh, a whore like you must know how to do that!”

I shuddered at her words. I licked and lapped at her asshole, wanting to do just that. To put all my whorish behavior to good use. I swept my tongue in fast circles over her asshole, soaking her in my saliva. The dirty flavor suffused my taste buds.

I pushed my tongue against her anal ring. She gasped as I thrust my tongue against her asshole. Her backdoor widened and widened. Then I wiggled into her bowels. She gasped as I did that, my tongue sweeping around in her.

“God, Mom, that’s so filthy,” she moaned. “Yes, yes, you’re just such a filthy bitch!”

“Yes, she is,” Derrick agreed, watching.

“I am,” I purred and thrust my tongue back into my daughter’s asshole.

She groaned as I swirled about in her bowels. I soaked her in my saliva, but was this enough to get her ready to be fucked in the asshole by my husband? I wasn’t sure. Maybe I should use my fingers, too. Get her nice and loose.

And lubed. I could use her pussy juices for lube. She had such a wet cunt.

I pressed my fingers against my daughter’s slit and found her opening. She groaned as I sank deeper and deeper into her twat. My fingers wiggled about in her. I soaked them in my cunt cream as I tongued her asshole.

Then I ripped my fingers out of her cunt and pulled my lips from her asshole. I brought my dripping digits to her backdoor. I pressed them against her anal ring and pushed on them. She gasped as I did that. She groaned as I pushed on her anal ring.

Her butthole stretched. She groaned as her asshole widened and widened for my fingers. Then I popped into her asshole. I pushed both my digits into her asshole. She tossed her head, gasping as I worked them in and out.

“Mommy!” she groaned.

“Just using your pussy juices to lube you up, honey,” I told her. “God made you wet. Let’s use that, honey.”

“Ooh, you are such a naughty slut, Mommy!” she moaned.

“I am,” I purred, working my fingers in and out of her asshole. I thrust into her again and again, driving her wild. She moaned, her bowels clenching on my digits.

Then my husband pressed his cock through my thick bush and found my snatch. He rammed into me with such bold confidence. He knew that he owned my cunt now. I groaned as he buried into me. He filled me to the hilt. I shuddered as he didn’t fuck me.

He soaked in me. Lubing up to fuck my daughter.

I squeezed down on him as I worked my fingers in and out of my daughter’s asshole. She groaned, her head tossing from side to side. I loved how she gasped as I did this. I buggered her with my digits, loosening her asshole for my husband.

It grew easier and easier for me to ream out her asshole. I groaned, my pussy clenching on and relaxing on my husband’s cock. I wanted to cum. Sucking his dick clean had been so hot, and being spanked had left me dripping wet.

“I’m ready, Daddy,” moaned my daughter. “Ooh, yes, yes, I’m so ready for my daddy to fuck me so hard and make me cum!”

“Yes,” I panted, ripping my fingers out. “She’s ready, Master.” I shuddered. I had readied my daughter for my husband. That was so hot. I loved being their sex slave. I didn’t deserve even this much after what I had done.

But I was thrilled that I could be their slut. Thankful they let me do naughty things with them.

~ ** ~

Colonel Derrick Roberts

I pulled my cock out of my whore-wife and smiled at my daughter-wife. Danielle knelt there, her mother moving out of the way. My sexy daughter wiggled her rump and flashed a smile at me over her shoulders. Her strawberry-blonde hair draped over her back.

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Jay’s Loelife Ch. 05

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“Thanks for hanging out today. I’ll be live at the gym tomorrow at 6am if you want to work out with me. I’ve got a new drink this week. Spoiler: Mitchel and Megan at Buck Farms sent me some bomb shit. Y’all know how I love their fresh caramel. Well, they have new cinnamon caramel…so that’s definitely going down on Thursday for all my baristas and baristos out there. And of course, don’t forget the clothing launch is this Saturday, nine-am pacific standard time. I’ll be wearing my favorites all week so y’all can see, starting with this zip hoodie. I’ve already gotten messages about it. It’s my favorite thing from this coming launch and it comes in three colors. So check it out. Anyway, I gotta go. The guys will kick my ass if I’m late tonight. Have a good night and remember, it doesn’t matter if you’re livin’ the low life or the high life, just make sure you’re livin’ your best life.”

I stop filming and take a moment to make sure there’s no issue posting. I fall back on the couch and open my inbox. It’s already full. Questions about tomorrow’s workout, wanting links for this and that, a million questions about the launch, and of course, the usual messages that are not rated PG and ones that are full of hate. I go through as many as I can, replying, ignoring, or just double tapping so they know I read it.

“Yo,” Corey hollers from the front door. “You ready?”

I flop my phone on my chest and give myself a good head scratch. “Yeah. I’m ready.”

Corey leans against the wall and watches me carefully. Out of our group, he’s the most proper. Dressed in chinos and a button down like he’s always ready for a meeting. He’s been like that since I can remember. In school he had a briefcase instead of a backpack. It’s just who he is.

“I’m shocked you’re coming out again. That’s what? Five? Six times in the last two months?”

I give him a pointed look. Not super interested in being psychoanalyzed by someone I’ve seen go mute in front of a girl he liked.

He raises his hands. “Just saying…” There’s a minute of silence because I don’t feel obligated to entertain his judgment. He pushes off from the wall and comes closer. “You were on a lot today.”

“Isn’t that the point?”

“Yeah…but you’re not usually on that much.”

“I should be.” I heft myself off the couch and grab my keys. “Let’s roll. I don’t want to get my ass chewed because you wanted to have a heart-to-heart.”

“Fuck you. I’m not trying to have a heart-to-heart. As your advisor, I’m making sure everything is okie dokie.”

“Everything is okie dokie,” I confirm.

“That would mean more if you tried at all to sound convincing, which you didn’t.”

I ignore him and head to his car. “I found a really great pop-up camper,” I tell him as we settle in for the drive to Seattle for what is now the seventh guys night in two months.

“And by really great you mean a total shit show?” Corey grins. He already knows the answer. I buy projects. It’s what I do. It’s what reels viewers in and it’s something I enjoy.

“The frame is in good shape.”

“Fuck,” he laughs. “And the rest of it?”

“Popupcamper.com already reached out and they’re willing to give us full catalog access, expedited shipping, plus three thousand a week for product recognition.”

Corey purses his lips as he mulls it over. I’ve already got him hooked. If Corey hated the idea, he would’ve voiced it already. “Minimum?”

“Four weeks secured pay.”

“Do you think you can finish it in four weeks?”

“You know I can but we need to time it so it doesn’t interfere with other partnerships. If I do the camper, it’s all I’m posting about for four weeks.”

“We can still squeeze other partnerships in there.”

“Not without losing viewership. It’s a balance, you know this,” I say, looking at him pointedly, like he hasn’t heard this before.

He rolls his eyes. This is the part of the job that’s a double-edged sword. Partnerships bring in money but viewers hate partnerships because they’re advertisements. They think it means we’ve sold out. They want 24/7 access to you but they don’t want you to make money doing it.

“I have a killer idea for the camper and a plan to make a bit of coin off of it. I’ve reached out to a few places who are willing to help with some of the customized parts that will bring the idea to life. When it’s all finished, I’m going to do an online auction and sell the camper to the highest bidder.”

“What do you think it will go for?”

“Twenty?” I guess. “I’ll be in it for zero. The camper is being given to me and everything else will be on trade. I’ll make money off of popupcamper.com and the sale of the trailer.”

Corey’s fingers strum the steering wheel as he thinks. “This would be the perfect winter project. We can get everything lined out, knock it out, and sell it in February, right before spring break and the start of camping season.”

Not that I need his approval, but we’re a team, so Bolu Escort I’m glad to see him on board. We spend the rest of the trip spitballing ideas.

When we pull into the parking lot, I scan the cars. Then I chastise myself for scanning the cars. Then I scan the cars one more time in case.

“You love him,” Corey teases as he gets out of the car. “Every time we come here, you get all fidgety.”

“I’m not fidgety.”

“That’s the part you deny? Oh man, you got it baa-aad.” His voice grates on me, all sing-songy.

“I figured the part where I don’t love him was implied,” I grumble, then try to maim him with my mind power. That only fuels him. The bastard starts walking like Tigger, with a bounce in his step and a mischievous grin on his face. Then the fuckhead starts sprinting. He just can’t wait to get inside and throw me under the bus.

When I finally join them, everyone’s looking at me with maniacal smiles. I shake my head at their boyish nonsense. “Don’t you guys have anything better to do than make up fantasies about my nonexistent love life?”

Isaac greets me with the signature hand shake we’ve been doing since we were twelve and thought we were cool. Now we’re in our late twenties and know we’re cool. “Your potential love life could get us season tickets.”

I push him away. “Y’all are dreamin’.” I glance at our spot and frown. “Why are people sitting at our table?”

“Because it’s not our table. Unlike your boyfriend and his friends, we have to get here early to stake a claim. That clearly didn’t happen today,” Cole says as someone brushes past him. He holds his glass away from his body just as the drink spills everywhere.

Isaac looks at me and sighs. “If only we could somehow get invited to the big table…”

“Yeah, that would be cool,” I deadpan.

There’s a beat of silence. No words, just a few not-so-subtle glances of impatience. Finally, Isaac throws his hands in the air. “You’re such a prick sometimes. You barely have to flex your stupid muscles and bam Seattle’s BOOM are begging us to sit with them.”

“Begging?” I ask with one brow raised. “Seems excessive.” I glance at the empty table towards the back, then think back to two months ago when I forfeited any flex the guys think I have.

“They’re not even here. I can’t very well snap my fingers and expect them to appear out of thin air. Besides, standing is good for us,” I reason. “It keeps the blood circulating.”

They groan but there’s not much we can do, so we stand around chatting.

“Are they coming tonight?”

I shrug.

“C’mon,” Cole complains. “You’ve barely said two things about Jay in months. You barely even talked to him last time they were here. Give us something!”

Actually, Jay barely talked to me last time we were both here but I know what’s good for me. I eat clean, stay hydrated, work out, and prioritize my mental health (kind of). Telling a group of Seahawk super fans that I told Jay Petermeyer we’d never be a thing would surely shave a few decades off my life.

Then it happens. Light fills the bar and a moment later the hair on my arms stand on end. I tell myself to be cool.

The eyes of my dearest, not-even-a-little-discreet friends track across the bar until they are looking behind me.

The air crackles. I take a breath and turn as casually as I can. I’ve only seen Jay once since that fateful night and it was only a few days after the talk. He was nice, waved even, but he was not the same. There were no lingering looks or heated glances. I was reduced to just another person.

I nod politely at him and his friends then look away, you know, real chill like because it doesn’t bother me at all that we don’t talk or anything. Then my head snaps back. Jay’s leaning against a crutch and his knee is strapped in a thick brace.

My chest tightens.

“Loren,” he greets with more kindness than I deserve. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he’s even a little happy to see me.

My eyes skitter over the rest of his body. Two months. Sixty-ish days. Enough time to forget how well he fills out his clothes. Saliva builds in my mouth, which is fucking ridiculous because he looks like a damn dad in his quarter zip sweater and jeans. A hot dad but still…

“Jay.”

I want to say more, ask how things have been, what he’s been up to but I can’t. I gave up that privilege months ago.

Jay studies me for a moment. My body vibrates, desperate to know what he wants to say. Eventually he lets out a long breath then follows his friends to their booth.

Ouch. A self-inflicting ouch but an ouch nonetheless.

“Who’s got the next round?” I ask, if only to distract my friends that are looking at me suspiciously. When no one moves a muscle, I reach for my wallet. “You know what? My shout.” I hurry to the bar. When I get there, I stretch my fingers to stop them from shaking. I use the time to collect myself. There is no fucking reason I should feel this anxious.

Randy Bolu Escort Bayan loads me up. I take a breath then head back to the table. They’re still staring at me slack jawed, not distracted at all by my generosity. I pass the drinks around and wait. “Am I drinking alone?”

They take their drinks but continue to watch me skeptically. I sip mine and avoid eye contact while we epically fail to find a table. Every time one opens, someone beats us to it. Despite my earlier blood flow argument, I find myself shifting from one foot to the other the longer we stand.

I glance at Jay, again. He hasn’t looked our way once. Not even for a second. He’s too busy laughing with his teammates. He gestures something to the group and then grabs his crutch and hobbles his way to the bar with Garrett. I do a bang-up job of not watching him laugh with Randy as he orders drinks, or watching as his friend loads the drinks onto a tray. I definitely don’t pay attention as they come to our tables instead of back to theirs.

Jay leans against his crutches and smiles at everyone. “How about a round on us?”

My friends are pleased as peaches as Jay passes drinks around. When he reaches me, he smiles. It would be arrogant for me to say it was a smile reserved just for me but…it is his smile that’s reserved for me. “A greyhound?”

I take the drink and study it. “Are you proposing to me?”

Jay lights up, seemingly happy to be teasing again. “Are you saying yes?”

I lift the drink to my lips and hold Jay’s eye. The flirty look lasts only until Jay shifts awkwardly on his bum leg. My eyes go straight to his injury. “What happened?”

Jay frowns and rubs the top of the thick brace. “Nothing serious.”

“It’s dolled up awfully pretty for not being serious.”

“It’s more of a preventive measure given my history. No one wants to risk this season since it’s a promising one. Hopefully being BFF’s with the team PT will have me back in the game in a few weeks.”

“But you’re benched for now?” I ask. Having googled a little bit about football, I know most contracts have some stipulations about salaries for games played. “Is it still pre-season?”

Jay grins, probably amused by my failed attempt to know what the fuck is happening in his sports. “No, pre-season is long gone. I’ll miss a few games but that’s better than missing the bulk of the season,” he says. “How’re you? Work busy?”

I look at him, nice try, but he can’t change the subject that easily. “What are the chances you’re out for the season?”

“I’m fine,” he says with a happy little smile. “I’ll be careful and do what I need to do. Anyway, I want to know how work is going. Every time I see an ad on TV I wonder if it’s your work.”

I feel the need to press my fingers against my chest to stop my heart from beating out of it. It’s stupid to get this worked up because someone was thinking about me. People think about me all the time.

I clear my throat. “TV isn’t where I do business. It’s internet based. Social media platforms to be exact.”

“I guess that’s kind of the new wave now, isn’t it?”

“Are you on social media?” I ask despite knowing the answer. He has all the major ones; Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter. He’s not on Tik Tok which is probably why he doesn’t know who I am. The way that platform works, he would’ve seen at least a dozen of my videos.

“Well, kind of. Jay Petermeyer has a social media presence but it’s rarely me. I mean, I do get on sometimes but I don’t really know how it all works. But my PR team insists I need it. Something about keeping my image, staying relevant with fans, sharing events and what not.”

“But you don’t post anything? It’s all done by your team?”

“If I didn’t post sometimes then the whole thing would be stifled and too professional. I probably should have more involvement though.”

“You should. People who post more personal things tend to have more followers and are held with higher regard because of their transparency. But I also understand there’s a line between wanting to be open with the public and valuing your private life.”

“There is. I’m lucky to have a fan base that’s incredibly respectful of my private life. I have paps and fans that follow me around, but not like some of the other players. Mostly, I’m left in peace.”

“I really think you’d benefit from having a more personal social media presence,” I tell him, “You don’t even have to post personal things, it’s just about showing up.”

“Maybe,” he shrugs. “I’m not that savvy. I don’t really know how they work but I can post a picture with a caption if I’m in a bind.”

“I mean, it’s kind of what I do for a living,” I tell him. “I could show you.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because I believe in what you bring to the table,” I tell him. “I think the world could use a daily dose of Jay Petermeyer.”

“And what about you? Could you use a daily dose of Jay Petermeyer?”

I smile Escort Bolu when I realize he has no idea what he just propositioned me for. Then it hits him and his neck blooms and his face lights up like the fourth of July. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not asking you to give me a–I’m not asking for that. I didn’t mean–I just meant on social media. I’m not–“

I laugh so hard I almost double over. “Jay–” I manage to say. “This is why the world needs you. And yes, I could use a little Jay every day.”

Jay covers his face with his hands. He can’t even make eye contact. “I’m going back to my table.”

I tug his sweater. “Don’t be like that.”

He looks at me, most of the humor gone. He raises his hand and says, “If it’s work, work, gym, rock-climbing, work–if there’s no room for me in your schedule, then I should definitely go back to my table.”

Fuck. Panicked, I pull his sweater to keep him where he’s at. “I was serious when I said I’d help you with your social media.”

“It’s not going to be work, work, gym, rock-climbing, work, Jay’s social, then Jay all the way at the bottom. It’s not going to be like that. But–” he says with an offering of hope, “if something changes, you know where to find me.

Even with a limp, he walks away with confidence, if that’s even possible. I’m left feeling like an idiot because I put myself out there and for what? Fucking nothing.

I do my damnedest to let it go.

“Why are you glaring at Jay?”

“I’m not glaring.”

Corey, Cole, and Isaac look at me like I’m an idiot. Twenty plus years later and they know me better than anyone. They can see past the bullshit.

Cole leans forward and waits for me to look at him. I do, begrudgingly, because I know he won’t stop. “You’ve been staring at him for an hour, stewing. What’s the deal?”

“No deal. I can’t help but look in that direction, it’s in my line of sight.”

They don’t believe me.

Because I’m a liar.

I cross my arms and completely ignore my friends. I don’t want to be on this side of Jay. It sucks. I want to fix it. Who the fuck knows why? The fact I don’t hate spending time with him or that he’s really fucking chill probably has something to do with it. He doesn’t do stupid shit like ask if I want to go to dinner and a movie. We’re always on the go, always doing something fun and adventurous. He never backs down from a challenge. In fact, he motivates me. It’s also the little things…things I never thought I’d like. The way he holds doors open, waits for me before he sits down, and never starts walking until I’m beside him. He’s not obvious about it, but he’s a fucking gentleman. So much so that I find myself doing the same things for him in return, or at least wanting to. Plus, he doesn’t try to pay for everything, yet he doesn’t expect me to pay either. Nothing between us ever seems forced. It just…is.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

With a little acid bile in my stomach, I tap the tab nervously then grab my drink and stand. When the guys don’t immediately join me, I give them an annoyed look.

“Coming to the big table or what?”

They don’t jump to their feet like every other time. There’s hesitation for sure, but they do come, letting me lead the way just in case things go south.

The three giants sharing a table with Jay stare at me like I’m the scum on the bottom of their shoes. They’re primed and ready to throw themselves in front of a bullet at a moment’s notice. I’m the bullet. I don’t blame them.

Ignoring the death glares from his gang of merry men, I look at Jay. “I was told if something changes, I could find you here.”

He looks a bit confused. It’s only been an hour since he’d left me to think about my actions. Well, more like two months but that’s besides the point. He leans back and studies me. “Has something changed?”

“Changing?” I offer awkwardly as everyone at the table watches. I can’t very well tell them to mind their own fucking business so I grab the chair next to him and straddle it. “I don’t know exactly what it will look like but it doesn’t have to be work, work, gym, rock-climbing, work, and Jay at the very bottom.”

“Are you saying you like being on the bottom?”

On damn. The boy is shameless. I smile but chastise him nonetheless. “I’m trying to have a serious conversation here.”

It doesn’t help that the whole table heard his comment and are laughing at him. Jay’s bright red but at least he’s owning his double-entendre this time. “Okay, continue. You were about to tell me I’ll be second from the bottom now.”

I growl. Jay finds that quite amusing. He waves for my friends to take a seat, which they do embarrassingly fast.

“So…” he says as he waits for me to make a move.

“So…”

“Don’t do me dirty,” he says, playfully laughing at me with his gorgeous smile and bright blue eyes. “You came to me. This is your play.”

I motion to the exit and wink. “Then let’s go.”

Amused, he shakes his head. “Try again.”

“Bathroom?”

“Nope.”

“Van?”

Another headshake.

I pout, mostly as a joke, though there’s definitely disappointment on my end. “Then tell me what a day in your life looks like.”

This pleases him.

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Idolatria Ch. 17

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Job 23:14-15

That one single day had felt like a week. And a week later, I still felt like I was recovering from it all. Even if the “change” hadn’t quite hit me the night that I slept in Levi’s bed again, there was definitely something different about me when I left the next morning.

It took me a while to realize what it was: a strange, relieving sense of freedom.

I’d given Levi everything I was afraid of losing to him. My affection, my trust, my submission and my body. And knowing that was like releasing a breath I’d been holding since the moment I’d met him.

Which was fortunate timing, because I already had enough stress piled on me from before he showed up.

The beginning of May meant focusing on exams and papers, the last I’d ever have before my graduation that summer. So weekdays were consumed with classes, studying, and writing. And my weekends were consumed with exhibition matches, as well as practice in the mornings before class. As much as I wanted to devote more time to being with Levi, there weren’t enough hours in the day.

But I actually did end up inviting Janina over to my place one afternoon so we could study together, at my mom’s insistence. I wasn’t brave enough to try it with Levi yet. Janina had been reticent at my offer, but I assured her it was not only my parents’ idea, but that we wouldn’t be going in my bedroom. Not that it mattered to me. I couldn’t imagine myself ever coming onto her, regardless of whether I was already seeing Levi or not.

I sighed and sank down on the couch opposite her, spinning my pen in one hand. “Gotta be honest,” I said sullenly, “I don’t really get the point of including an essay portion on the exam when we’re already handing in thesis papers in the same week.”

“It’s supposed to test your critical thinking with little preparation,” said Janina, frowning at the sample page she’d been poring over. “Well… probably.”

“Y’know, weirdly enough, I’m better at that kind than taking weeks to write a paper.”

“Really? How?”

“I dunno… When you leave me with a paper for too long, I rethink everything too much and take half my time rewriting.”

“I guess everyone has their skills.” She crossed one leg over the other and swept her hair back over one shoulder, only briefly glancing at me over her papers. After a moment, she giggled and put a hand over her mouth.

“What?” I asked.

“Sorry… this is weird,” she admitted. “I never go to guys’ houses. I’m crazy nervous for some reason.”

“We’re not totally alone, I swear,” I assured her with a wry smile. “If anything funny happened, my mom would be out here in a hot second.”

“Oh, gosh. Ash, I didn’t seriously think you’d do anything, that’s not what I –“

“I know. I’m just saying you can relax.”

Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. Janina was very pink in the face after that. I cleared my throat and tried to go back to my notes. Between the books on the coffee table, our laptops, and the papers we had between us, I didn’t understand how we’d ever managed to get this far in this class.

I found my gaze drifting over to the cell phone resting on the arm of the couch beside me. It hadn’t made any noise all day. Just to be sure, I picked it up and flicked it open, briefly scanning for notifications before giving up and putting it down.

“What’s up?” asked Janina.

“Huh?” I glanced from her to the phone and back. “Sorry… I’m waiting for someone to text me back.”

That was all I could say. Truthfully, I’d sent Levi two messages earlier that morning and he still hadn’t responded. I was starting to worry, if only a little.

Although… I could only imagine him in his workspace with those headphones on, completely unaware of his phone buzzing. Probably the likely answer.

“Who are you talking to?”

“Uh –“

“He’s texting his booooy-friend.”

The accusation almost froze me. Daniel came strolling out of his room with his hands in the pockets of his tattered black hoodie, smirking at me. I noticed he’d increased the amount of black eyeliner he was smearing on lately.

“Not funny, Dan,” I sighed.

“Mom said you slept over that guy Levi’s house,” Dan went on. “Didn’t you go on a date with him last week?”

“Dan, stop. I’m serious.”

“I didn’t hear you say no,” he said, singsong.

“Grow up,” I snapped. I looked over at Janina, who looked very confused… and, strangely, almost hurt. “Will you give me a second?” I asked her, getting to my feet.

Dan protested the whole way I dragged him by the back of his hood into the hallway. When we were out of earshot of Janina, I grabbed him by the shoulders, gritting my teeth to keep my calm. “Stop saying that kind of shit in front of my friends,” I hissed. “You didn’t tell Mom something like that, did you? She’ll have a heart attack.”

“No,” he said smugly. “It’s just a joke.”

“I told you, it’s not funny!”

“He’s gay, though, isn’t he?”

“Who?”

“Your buddy Levi. I saw a guy hanging out with him outside his apartment, by the bondage store — that’s where he lives, right?”

“I thought I said not to go near that place!” Bolu Escort But he’d said enough to force me to ask. “When was that? What guy?”

Dan was grinning again. “Why do you care?”

“Fine. Don’t tell me. But stop talking about him, and leave Janina alone. She doesn’t need to be thinking weird crap about me, okay?”

“I guess.”

“Daniel!”

“All right, all right!” he spat. “Let go of me already, will ya?”

He shook me off and stormed into his room, slamming the door behind him.

My heart was going crazy in the aftermath. I hadn’t considered the fact that my nosy kid brother could ruin everything for me. It was absolutely none of his business what either Levi or I did, separately or together.

There was a part of me that wanted to just talk to Janina about him. But… it had been difficult enough telling Marc, and I just barely missed him ditching me over it. Janina, who was more conservative, might not be understanding or forgiving at all.

The idea of that really upset me. For a wild moment, I wondered why I was even hanging out with people who wouldn’t accept me for who I loved.

And then what Dan had said interrupted this. Was he talking out his ass to get a rise out of me, or had he really seen someone with Levi? Who? His trainer, maybe? Probably just a friend.

Or… was it something I should actually be worried about?

‡

I’d left that evening open in case I got the chance to visit Levi, and after Janina had gone home, I still hadn’t heard anything from him. I found myself still worrying about the conversation earlier while I drove over, as if I’d see this mystery person making out with Levi in front of the store when I got there.

Dan’s full of shit. He didn’t see anything. Even if he did, it doesn’t mean anything. Doesn’t matter. Levi’s allowed to talk to guy friends. I’m not gonna be some jealous bitch over nothing. It’s nothing.

Parked in front of the store, I took a long, deep breath and pulled my collar out of the bag I now took with me to Levi’s every time I went — packed with a change of clothes so I could stop borrowing his. With the leather band back around my throat, I was starting to calm down. I noticed it was starting to soften up and reshape itself the more I wore it, like breaking in a pair of sneakers. It was pretty comfortable by now.

I was still holding the collar of my shirt up over the thing when I got out of the car, though. Just until I made it across the street. It was still bright out. As I glanced each way down the empty street, I realized I wasn’t the only vehicle parked nearby. A little ways away, there was a bright crimson sports car, extremely low to the ground and very clean.

One of Levi’s customers? It sure didn’t belong to anyone I knew in town.

I was getting a bad feeling.

The sign on the Tannery was set to ‘open’. Hand inches from the door, I thought I could hear Levi’s voice inside, though once again, the numerous stickers and signs in the window blocked the inside view. I inhaled sharply and pushed the door open.

“… no way I’m comfortable going unless there’s an absolute guarantee he won’t be –” When the bell rang over the door, Levi immediately stopped talking and looked at me in surprise… And just as quickly, a faint flush of red tinged the bridge of his nose. “Ash,” he said. “I didn’t know you were…”

“I, um… I tried texting you,” I shrugged apologetically.

Startled, he groped for his pockets — in his jeans, and in the black denim vest he was wearing over his tee. He groaned and let his head fall back. “I left it upstairs again.”

“Is that why I had to call the shop? Huh.”

I jumped at the sound of the other voice. It belonged to the person standing opposite Levi, leaning her hands back on the glass countertop. A woman, very slender, with barely any chest, but a mature face with shockingly red-painted lips. Her deep auburn hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, dressed in long trousers and stiletto heels with a wine-red blazer. And at that moment, she was looking at me like she’d just been presented with a kitten in a basket.

“Did you call this guy Ash just now?” she said silkily.

Levi was suddenly flustered. “Cass, don’t…”

“Come on, you know I’m not gonna do anything to him,” she wheedled. “Just let me look.”

Levi crossed his arms and exhaled slowly through his nose, meeting my eyes as I stared back at him in confusion. “Ash, come here.”

I did, after a moment’s delay in which I looked from the woman back to him, feeling like I’d just stepped into the wrong building.

“This is Cass,” said Levi, a note of faint reluctance in his voice. “She’s a really close friend of mine, and a fellow Dominant.”

“Oh… It’s nice to m–“

“When you speak to her,” Levi interrupted me, “I’d like you to call her by her ‘title’. To you, she’s Miss Red or Lady Red. Understood?”

“You’re being so strict with him already,” Miss Red simpered, taking no time in bouncing the few steps between us and clasping my face in her small hands. Even with the heels on, she was a few inches shorter than me. Her Bolu Escort Bayan large, dark eyes bore into mine, almost shining. “Oh, god. You are exactly like Lee said you were,” she squealed, her voice hushed as she turned my face from side to side. “No wonder he was obsessed! If I saw you biting your lip in a church pew, I’d wanna rail you, too.”

“Cass,” Levi groaned.

I had no time to process what she’d just said. Having had her fill of my appearance, she turned her attention to the collar around my neck, fingering the ring carefully. “This is your work, isn’t it? Well, of course it is. Oh, the color goes so well with his complexion. I’m jealous, Lee, seriously. You’ve got to send me photos of him.”

I stammered and looked at Levi helplessly, feeling my face going very red. Immediately sensing my cry for help, he stepped in, taking Miss Red by the shoulder.

“He’s overwhelmed,” Levi said gently. “Why don’t we give him a chance to breathe, okay? Ash, come.”

Miss Red pouted, but she let me escape to Levi’s side, where he pulled me rather possessively against his hip and laid his hand against the back pocket of my jeans.

“I-I’m sorry,” I mumbled.

“Don’t be,” said Levi. “You’re allowed to decide what you’re comfortable and uncomfortable with.”

“I wasn’t trying to make him uncomfortable,” complained Miss Red.

“He’s new to this. Go easy on him.” Levi was sullen, but I thought he might be more embarrassed about all this than I was.

“Well,” she smiled, rocking on one heel, “Why don’t you get him more exposure, then? He’d probably love going to the munch with –“

“Absolutely not,” he said bitterly.

“Come on. I know a bunch of the group would love to see you again.”

“What’s a munch?” I asked Levi.

He sighed, eyes fluttering, and gestured to Miss Red. “Tell him.”

Her eyes gleamed like a cat’s. “It’s nothing huge,” she told me. “‘Munch’ is slang for an informal meetup for people practicing or interested in BDSM. Levi and I are involved in a regional group for the Delaware Valley area. We usually meet in private rooms in bars or restaurants around Philly.”

“You — you’re doing bondage and stuff in a restaurant?”

She laughed. “No. That’s for play parties; they’re more private, usually at someone’s home or a club. A munch is just a hangout. You meet people, you chill, you drink if you want. And every single one of Levi’s friends has been trying to get him to come back to one for the past two years,” she added accusingly to Levi.

“Wulf doesn’t go to them,” he replied stiffly.

“Wulf is too busy organizing the play parties,” Miss Red countered. “Which you also haven’t been to. And he lets his boys come sometimes. And do I have to remind you, once again, who else is not coming to these meetups?”

It was hard to follow this. “Who… um… Is Wulf one of your friends, too?”

“Sir Wulf,” said Levi. “He’s my mentor.”

“Why do you bother teaching your boy the etiquette if you’re never going to bring him out with you?” she prodded him. “See, to me, that says you’d love to come show him off.”

“Not if it risks seeing him again.”

“Lee, he isn’t coming! He will not be there.”

“Is he not coming because he’s banned or because I’m not there?” Levi snapped.

Miss Red threw up her hands. “I don’t know, who cares? Bitch didn’t RSVP for this one.”

“Neither did I.”

“I guarantee they’ll make an exception for you.”

“I — um — should I ask–” I started, but Levi cut me off.

“Don’t ask about him. Don’t YOU answer him, either,” he shot at Red. “I’ve already told him I don’t want to talk about that, and you bringing it up like this is blatantly fucking up boundaries I’m trying to put down for myself, so will you just stop?”

“Levi — you’re hurting me…”

At the realization, Levi immediately loosened his bared nails from my waist, abjectly straightening my shirt. He took his arm back from around me and crossed them over his chest with a sigh.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “Just… Stop trying to make me go. Please.”

Miss Red pursed her lips, plunging her hands into the pockets of her trousers. “Lee… He acts the way he does because he believes he still has power over you,” she said haughtily. “For the love of god, stop proving him right.”

Levi lifted his face to her abruptly, in such a way that his hair fell over the side of his face that I could see… But whatever look he was giving her, she was seemingly unfazed by it, instead strolling over and peering into the lit glass display behind her.

“Oooh… You didn’t put this one on your site! I need it. Ring me up, please!”

The thing she was so excited about turned out to be another one of Levi’s more elaborate, artsy pieces – as he explained it, a chest harness and collar with a metallic scale pattern in pale teals, blues, and pinks. “Mermaid harness”, he called it, and when he told her the price, she scoffed and fished out her wallet while I reeled from the number he’d quoted.

When the bell rang in the wake of her departure, I stuck my hands in my pockets, avoiding Levi’s icy gaze the Escort Bolu way he avoided me. He was quiet, leaning his splayed hands on the glass countertop as if he intended to break it.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, unsure what else to say. “Did she really upset you that much?”

He breathed out slowly, lowering his head. “She didn’t mean to.”

“I can’t tell if you’re… angry or not.”

“I am. A bit. Not at you. Not at her, either.”

“Is… Is there something I can do?”

“… You can get upstairs, strip, and wait in bed on your knees.”

I laughed weakly, then caught Levi’s darkened eye. “Oh — you were serious.”

‡

By the time Levi had finished closing the Tannery early, I was, as he’d commanded, kneeling in his bed, naked save for my collar and pendant. When he came upstairs, he came as far as the bedroom door, discarded his vest and shirt, and leaned against the doorway to look at me.

“Cuffs and carabiners,” he said shortly. “One pair each. Find them and get them on.”

He left me with that and went off towards the bathroom. The anxiety of all this was almost painful. I was starkly reminded of the night I came back, almost a month ago now. But that time was different… It was something I’d actually done that made him angry, or at least upset. Now, I just wished he could tell me why the smallest suggestion of — was it an ex? — could infuriate him like this.

I knew where everything was. Levi hadn’t bothered to tell me because he knew that. I got a good look in the far right drawer for the first time, where Levi’s personal stash of restraints and play collars lay in a well-organized assortment. I picked out the pair he’d given me ages ago, the burnished brown ones that closely matched my collar. I’d never actually put them on by myself, though, and it proved to be a little bit of a trick. It was easier to tell on my own wrists whether the band was too tight, at least. The carabiners I found in the middle drawer, with a host of metal accoutrements in separate canvas boxes — probably to keep the noise and mess to a minimum.

Levi returned just after I’d finished getting ready, but he barely glanced at my restraints. Instead, he strode around to the other side of the bed and pulled out a drawer I hadn’t noticed before — this one way longer, and full of things that sounded quite heavy. He retrieved what looked like a metal pole and kicked the drawer back where it was, sitting on the side of the bed and beckoning me with the flick of a finger.

He took my wrists before I’d settled down and examined them, pushing his fingers under the leather bands to check the fit, then set the steel bar down heavily in front of me, horizontally across the bed. It wasn’t totally straight. There were all these rings and loops fixed along the length of it, plus a large clip at each end.

“You haven’t told me what we’re doing,” I said nervously.

“I’m collecting on that punishment you owe me,” he replied smoothly, “for shoving my head down when you came in my mouth.”

“I — uhm, I thought you were playing when you said that,” I said, my cheeks burning at the memory.

“I was. Partly. But I don’t like hitting you for no reason.” Without looking me in the face, Levi set to work affixing my cuffs to each very far end of the bar, then paused in apparent thought. “Fuck. I needed three.”

“Three what?”

“Carabiners.” He stalked to the other side and snagged one out of the drawer, throwing it back under with a clatter and sitting back down on my left. He seized the ring of my collar and roughly turned it around to the back of my neck, so that the buckle was in front, then clipped the third carabiner behind me.

“What’s the pole for?” I asked — not that I had to. I found out before I’d even finished speaking.

Levi hoisted the whole assembly up over my head and rested it against my shoulders, bringing my hands with it, my arms spread far apart by the cuffs. I heard the click of the carabiner behind my head before Levi let go.

Immediately, I lost my balance and instinctively tried to put my hands out to steady myself. But, predictably, what Levi had just done rendered me awkward and helpless in a bizarre way, and instead I ended up sprawling on my front with the bar pinning my arms back parallel with my shoulders.

“That’s a spreader bar,” Levi said calmly, standing up from the bed. “Say hello.”

“Hello, spreader bar,” I mumbled, muffled by the sheets against my face.

“They’re usually a bit more adjustable,” he went on, voice drifting behind me. “I had this one made for this size of bed. A few others, too, but this will do fine.”

As I struggled to get myself up, apparently impossible in this position, Levi seized me around my waist and dragged me back, then up onto my knees with my face still stuck in the sheets — not for long, though. As soon as my legs were repositioned, he reached over me and grabbed the spreader bar, lifting it and my upper half together before shoving it into place against the posts at the lower corners of the bed. Although it was hard to see, I could hear the heavy clicking as each end was fastened to the metal rings bolted halfway up the bed frame. And when Levi let go, I found myself suspended by my arms and neck over the foot of the bed, with my knees resting on the leatherbound ottoman Levi kept there. On all fours, without the support of my front, as it were.

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Patty had a smile on her face as she released my legs from the leather straps securing them to the desk. She knew she had been played but wasn’t mad about the outcome in the slightest. Even though I had been released I felt it would be a few minutes before my legs would be steady enough for it to be safe for me to walk in heels without falling over.

Still wearing the obscenely large strap on, Patty took a seat at the desk I was still laying across where she could see my face. She said “I’m sure you are feeling proud of yourself right now, but just be warned, now that I fully understand the literal depth of your depravity, in the future I will find a way to express my displeasure that will get the point across. Now get out of my office…..and don’t forget to leave the money you owe.”

I stood, and despite some doubt on my part, confirmed that my legs would still support me, though a bit unsteadily. I fished her money out of my purse, left it on the desk and made my way to the seat I usually claimed at the end of the bar. My pussy was still dripping wet and the next woman who occupied this seat might be in for a damp surprise. I was also pretty sure my ass was still gaping wide open and I flexed my sphincter muscles a bit to try to tighten things back up.

After ordering a drink, I started to scan the bar to see if anyone caught my attention. I was pretty sure I wasn’t ready for round two yet, but you have to take opportunities as they present themselves. However, after nearly an hour I had not seen any of my regular customers and nobody new had approached.

Just when I thought I might have to be a little more pro-active in finding some nocturnal entertainment, I heard a weak voice, practically inaudible over the sound of the music. She mumbled, “ummm, excuse me, but ummmm, the woman behind the bar said that, ummm, I could pay you to, ummm, come home with me and ummm……”. I turned to have a look at her. She appeared young, didn’t even look old enough to be in a bar, but Patty had never been too scrupulous about such things. She was small, probably not much over 5 feet tall and maybe not even 100 pounds, but with the shapeless blouse and loose-fitting skirt down to the floor, it was hard to tell much else. I couldn’t even see much of her face as she was looking squarely at the floor. As I was assessing her, she went on “ummm, I can pay. She, umm, the woman at the bar, umm, she said that I could pay you to ummmm……do things…. to, umm, let me do things.”

Sitting on the bar stool I was still several inches taller than her and I was pretty sure if I stood up I would be a whole head taller than her. I reached out a hand to lift her chin so I could see her face. She stiffened at my touch, but she didn’t back away. I gently raised her face up so I could see her. She was pretty but plain. Her brown hair was pinned up so it was hard to tell how long it was. If she worked at it a little she could be cute though. After seeing her face, I put her age at more like 22 or 23. It must have been her small size that gave me the impression she was even younger. I could tell she was nervous, but she held my gaze and didn’t look away.

Normally this sort of thing wouldn’t interest me. An obviously inexperienced young woman wasn’t my usual preferred client but it was a slow night and I was intrigued. I figured this would just wind up being a little pussy licking and some light fondling but I felt like I would be disappointing her if I said no after she worked up the courage to approach me. And you never know maybe it would be fun.

I told her, “Lets step outside where we can talk a bit” and I headed for the door. She followed and we walked over to my car. I opened the passenger door, ushed her in, and then crossed around to the driver side and got in. She sat stiffly in the passenger seat facing forward, not looking at me. Now that we were out of the bar, I could smell her perfume and it was better than I would have expected. My estimation of her went up a notch or two.

I reached a hand over and put it on her knee and she stiffened again. I said “My name is Samantha, but I usually go by Sam. And you don’t seem like my usual kind of client.” She nodded her head slightly and in a small voice said her name was Kate. At this point I felt like I had two options. I could take the soft approach and be gentle with her, but something in the way she had said “do things to me” had made me think maybe taking a harder line was the way to go. So I told her “My usual clients are bull dykes and wanna be dominatrixes; women who want to flog my ass and fist my pussy while I am strapped down over a padded bench wearing nipple clamps and a gag.”

And then she turned and for the first time she looked into my eyes and said “yes, that’s what I want, all of that and more…..please”. It was the please, almost pleading, that made me realize how badly Bolu Escort she needed to have me and how badly I wanted to let her.

Then, sitting there in my car, looking forward and not at me, she spilled out her story. Her whole life she had been painfully shy. Rarely talking unless spoken to and even then, only saying the minimum of words in a mumbled whisper. Most people didn’t bother to try to get to know her and those that did, quickly gave up when they couldn’t get through her shell. As long as she could remember she had always been this way. Her mother had tried everything; play dates, enrolling her in activities, anything she could think of that might get her daughter to engage and interact. But eventually, even her mother had given up. When she had graduated from high school with a straight A average, she enrolled in college and was able to get a library science degree in only 3 years by taking heavy course loads and attending summers. Now she worked as a research librarian at the university where she gets by on as little personal interaction as possible.

But just because she couldn’t seem to bring herself to interact didn’t mean she didn’t desperately want to. But her fear of rejection was stronger than her need for personal connection. And that’s why she sought me out…or rather anyone she could pay to give her the release she so desperately needed. Since she figured if she was paying for it, there was no risk of them saying no. I didn’t tell her that I had almost told her no and now I was glad I hadn’t.

She went on to say that as a researcher she read voraciously for work and for pleasure but she now spent most evenings, curled up in her bed on her computer watching all manner of the raunchiest lesbian porn the internet could offer. At this point I was afraid to interrupt her narrative, but it seemed like she was opening up so I was willing to risk a question. I tried my best neutral, clinical voice and asked if she touched herself when she watched porn. For a second it looked like the question might be going to push her away, but she seemed to nod inwardly and force herself on. She turned toward me, but didn’t look at me and in a meek, embarrassed, voice whispered “yes”. I took her hand and said “Its ok, Kate, we all do it.” She let me hold her hand, I wasn’t sure she would, and continued on, still not looking me in the eye. She said I didn’t understand. That it wasn’t just masturbating. She had done things, used things.

I asked her if she hadn’t heard what I had said earlier about being tied up, gagged, spanked, and generally fucked in all my holes by every slut who was willing to pay for the privilege of using my body. Her response what that she just though I was saying that for effect (which I had been) and things like that only happen in the videos.

After a moment’s consideration, I reached for my purse, opened it and took out the butt plug I had put in there before heading out for the evening. At the sight of it, her eyes got wide and her mouth made a “oh” sound. It wasn’t a huge plug, by my standards, but most women would have had trouble with something of that girth. I told her it was ok, she could touch it. And she reached out and encircled the thickest part with her thumb and forefinger. When she did, her eyes got even bigger. “Its huge!” she said and I took the plug back and dropped in back in my purse. “Let’s get your car and we can head to your place and you can show me some of your toys.”

We got out, I locked up my car and we crossed the lot to her car. She unlocked it as we approached and she then walked around to the driver’s side. But since she had to walk around, I got in first, and when I did, rather than sitting down in the front seat, I knelt on it facing backward. When she got in she looked at me in surprise and I pushed the short skirt up above my ass. Now I was kneeling in her front seat with my bare ass toward the windshield and my legs spread as wide as I could in the seat. I handed her the plug and a small bottle of lube and waited quietly, watching her for a reaction.

She held the two items in her hands for perhaps a count of ten, then she popped the top on the lube and squeezed a generous amount onto the tip of the plug. Kneeling in her seat, she reached over to me with her right hand to help spread my ass cheeks and then she used her left to start the plug toward my waiting hole. Now this is what I call my medium plug and after the reaming Patty had given my ass a little while earlier, it was going to go into me pretty easily. But I was trying to get our relationship off on the right foot and when she hesitated as she brought the tip of the plug to my ass (as I knew she would) I cooed “Please shove it my ass Ms. Kate, shove it hard” and to her credit, she did. With one firm swift push she seated it home in my ass. And just for effect I gave a small jerk like it might have hurt a little and made a little grunting noise. When her immediate response was an almost Bolu Escort Bayan feral grin and her eyes lighting up, I knew we were going to get along just fine.

Chapter 2

Her apartment was small but well appointed and neat. Rather than the Swedish flat pack furniture I had expected there were antiques in dark wood. And bookshelves and barrister cabinets everywhere I looked. All full of neatly shelved books. I don’t know exactly what a research librarian makes, but she must have spent a significant amount of her salary on books and furniture. But there would be time to investigate her reading habits late. I needed to maintain her momentum now.

She stood just inside the door after ushering me in, like she wasn’t sure what to do next. I turned to face her and knelt down onto my knees in the middle of the living room. I said “Before we begin, there are a few things to cover. Firstly, its $300 for an hour (which was lower than my usual fee, but I was intrigued where this would lead and didn’t want to scare her away). Second, no permanent marks, no scat and no bondage….at least until I get to know you better. Third, no photos, no video. Otherwise, my body is yours to do with as you wish.” “Are these terms acceptable?”, I asked. She nodded her agreement, placed $300 on the coffee table and I replied, “How may I serve you Ms. Kate?”.

She was still standing near the door and I waited patiently on my knees. Finally, she said, “Can you get undressed? I’d like to see your body.” To which I replied “Of course Miss, but you don’t have to ask. I am yours to command tonight.” She seemed to think that over a moment and in a somewhat firmer voice said, “Stand and get undressed.” And after a bit of a pause added “slut”. Keeping my eyes down I obediently stood and shrugged off the leather jacket and dropped it to the floor, then unbuttoned the blouse and dropped in on top of the jacket. Finally, I unzipped the skirt and slipped it over my hips to fall to the floor. I stepped out of the skirt and used my foot to push the pile of discarded clothing out of the way. Next, I unzipped the boots and tossed them onto the pile of clothes. This left me standing naked in the center of the room.

Even though I kept my eyes down I could see her approach. She got to within a couple feet and reached out a hand to touch my nipple. It was a gentle touch with her fingertip, caressing the tip of my nipple, which immediately stiffened to a surprising degree. Considering all the wild sex I have had in my life, I was surprised at my reaction. Her full attention was focused on my nipple. She continued lightly touching just the tip of the nipple for some time, before moving on to the jewelry adorning that nipple. She gave it a little tug and I felt my nipple get even harder. She asked, “Did it hurt when you got this done?” and I replied that it had hurt a bit and for a while thereafter, but it was definitely worth it. She seemed to take in this information, thought about it a while and switched to the other nipple, giving it the same attention.

After playing with my nipples, she reached up (yes she had to reach up slightly to touch my breasts since they were about even with her chin) with both hands and gave my breasts a squeeze, not hard, but firmly. My erect nipples pressing into the palms of her hands. My breasts aren’t huge by any measure, but they more than filled her tiny hands. She kneaded them in her hands, increasing the pressure as she gained confidence. I have experienced a lot of breast play, some self-inflicted and a lot by others. I have had them flogged, slapped, squeezed, shocked and bound. But Kate’s inexperienced touch was just as much of a rush as any of the more intensive attention they had ever received. Just her hands on my tits were starting to make my pussy genuinely wet.

She removed her hands from my breasts, took a step back and asked, “Can you spread your legs?”. To which I responded, “Of course Ms. Kate, but you don’t have…” and before I could finish I saw her expression change and she said in a more authoritative voice “Spread your legs, slut”. And I obeyed, spreading my legs wide apart. My pussy was completely shaved and unpierced (so far). Kate spent a long moment admiring my naked pussy before stepping back toward me and again reaching out a hand to explore my body.

Her touch was again light, almost hesitant, but she gained confidence quickly and soon had a finger between my pussy lips feeling my wetness, but not yet entering me. She found my clit and used a fingertip to rub it lightly, then more firmly. I let out a moan, involuntarily this time, and my knees weakened a bit, but I remained standing in front of her. The anticipation was beginning to get to me. I wanted her to take me, make me cum. But she wasn’t done exploring the first other female body she had ever had access to.

She walked around behind me and in her strongest voice yet ordered “Bend over, slut.” Which I did. Bending at the Escort Bolu waist, hands on knees. I assume she spent a minute contemplating the view since she didn’t say anything or touch me for some time. Then I felt her touch the plug in my ass. She gave it a bit of a push and wiggled the base a bit, which again made me moan involuntarily. She said “I haven’t tried anal, but I have thought about it. Fantasized about it really. Does it hurt?” To which I responded “It depends. Some enjoy it more than others. I love it.” As I talked, she kept her hand on the base of the plug, pulling on it gently, wiggling it around, making it hard for me to concentrate on what I was saying. “But like anything…moan…..it takes practice………moan. And whether it hurts…moan….is up to the parties in…..moan….volved. I personally….moan…..don’t mind a little pain mixed…moan…with my pleasure. ” And as I finished, she jerked the plug out of my ass, and even though it was only moderately sized, I released a rather loud grunt of surprise and pleasure and had to work to regain my balance and not fall over. Kate let out a little noise of pleasure as well as she did it, then she slowly pushed the plug back into me and I gave a little shudder as it went back in.

I couldn’t see a clock, but Kate must have been able to because she said “Time is flying and I have so much more I want to do. But I want to make you cum and I want you to make me cum. Let’s go to the bedroom.” I straightened up from where I was still bent over showing my ass and headed in the direction she indicated. As I said, it wasn’t a big apartment so the way to the bedroom wasn’t hard to find.

The bedroom was similar to the rest of the apartment. Neat, tidy and full of bookshelves filled with books. In the center of one wall was what appeared to be a full bed and I was glad to see it wasn’t covered in decorative pillows. She instructed me to lay down and she stood by the bed and undressed. Then she climbed onto the bed beside me, kneeling. “Spread your legs”, she ordered. She was getting better at the ordering me around thing. And I gladly spread wide for her. She moved one hand down toward my bare, spread pussy, and the other went to my breasts. I felt her squeeze my breast with her small hand and she began to slide a finger into my hungry pussy. As she worked her finger in and out and played with my breast and nipple I said “More, please”, and she obliged by sliding a second finger into my wet pussy. With a real dominant, experienced mistress I would not have had the temerity to tell her how to finger my pussy, but in this case, I felt a little guidance and encouragement was in order, and I said “I can take more, Miss.” And in response she added a third finger and began to fuck my pussy with more force.

I was beginning to feel the very beginnings of the orgasm that was to come but I wasn’t ready to let it happen yet, and once again I said “More, please.” She looked at me and I could see the questioning look on her face saying, “Are you sure?”. But I was. I had had quite a bit more than this woman’s tiny hand in my pussy and I intended to show her how far she could take me.

The orgasm was building, my breath was beginning to get faster, shallower and my back was arching, pushing my pussy up to meet her thrusting fingers, wanting her to fuck me even harder. More, I needed more. “My tits” I said, “Spank my tits!”. And I felt the first tentative slap. My breaths coming faster now. “Harder! Please Harder!” I begged. And this time it was her turn to surprise me, or maybe she wasn’t sure what I meant, but at the same time the first truly hard slap landed across my breast I felt her shove her whole hand into my pussy. That was it, that was what I needed, and the orgasm rolled over me. My head was thrown back letting out a primal groan and she continued to pound my pussy with her fist and land slap after slap after slap on my chest. I came again and again and if anything, she went at me even harder. Each slap on my now sore, reddened tits sending a jolt of pleasure pain through me. Her fist deep, deep in me hammering against the depth of my pussy. I was as though she were exercising some kind of demon and she poured all the years of want and desire into me and I took it all. I can’t tell you how long the pounding lasted, I lost all track of time and the number of times she made me cum. I knew she needed to do this, but It was nearly too much. I was on the verge of begging her to please stop but I would let her go as long as I could stand it. And eventually she collapsed on top of me, her hand still inside me and she was crying.

I held her, stroking her hair and whispering to her that I understood, and she would never be alone again. Eventually she quit crying and I slid her hand out of my pussy and rolled her onto her back. Then I crawled down the bed to between her legs and, spreading them, began to slowly and gently lap at her clit. Her orgasm came quickly and quietly. I felt her muscles begin to tighten as she was getting close and I ever so slightly increased the pressure and speed of my tongue. Only a minute longer and she shuddered and collapsed back onto the bed. I moved up beside her and held her until we both fell asleep.

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I was worried about my grades. This paper was a difficult one, and the grades would make a very big difference to my final GPA. I spent many sleepless nights trying to figure out a way to salvage the situation. That is when I thought of approaching you. You promised to help, on certain conditions of course.

*****

You call me to your room at around 10 at night. You ask me to wear a skirt and a tank top. This is it! This is my one chance to ensure a good grade, and I am ready to do whatever it takes. I am scared; you can be quite intimidating. But I trust you, and I have a feeling that I am going to have an exciting night.

I am at your door at 10.15, late as usual. As I knock, you open the door with a stony expression. My heart does a somersault in my chest.

“For someone who needs an urgent favour, you are not making a very good initial impression P. Come in and shut the door.”

I nearly smirk, because I can sense your excitement underneath the fake anger, but I keep a suitably remorseful expression.

“So, you have managed to get a B-. I can bump it up to A-. But you will have to work for it. Are you ready to do that?”

“Yes…”

“Yes Sir!” you bark out.

I gulp. I can feel liquid warmth pool into my nether regions. “Yes Sir”.

“Good girl. Now come stand near the bed.” Your voice softens as I move forward. “Any time this gets to be too much for you, call out my name, and I’ll stop.”

You sit back on the bed as I come closer. Your eyes are coal dark, sparkling with desire. You run your fingers gently down my calf, making me gasp.

“Mm, your skin is so soft…” you mutter, before pulling me forward. I stumble and land on your lap, and you deftly slide your hand up under my skirt, up to my derriere. Your other hand fists into my hair, and the next moment we drown into each other’s mouths, all tongues. I feel sn electric tingling all over my body as you fondle my butt. I hold on to your collar as I push my tongue deeper into your mouth, tasting the warm musk of your breath. Unconsciously, I start grinding against you. You stop as abruptly as you started, holding me firmly by the hip, restricting movement.

“Just look at you, Bodrum Escort foaming at your mouth for me already. What a ready little slut you are!”

I groan, frustrated. But I quickly realise what you want from me, and I am thrilled at the thought. I work my hands down your torso slowly, unbuttoning your shirt as you gaze intensely into my eyes. I travel all the way to your jeans. I can feel your erection through it, straining to be released. I fiddle at your buckle, my anticipation building up. After what seems like an eternity, it finally comes undone. I step off you, and you shake off your jeans and boxers. Your cock leaps out at me, and I draw in a sharp breath. You are nearly as thick as my fist, and I can sense my fear returning at the thought of that meat inside of me. You notice my expression, and your gaze softens even as you push me gently down on my knees.

“Fear not, you will be ready for it. I will make sure of that.”

“Yes Sir,” I reply throatily. I grab on to your shaft and give your head a tentative lick. I feel you shudder, and that boosts my confidence. Cautiously I take you into my mouth bit by bit, my jaw opening wide. You have a strangely pleasant odour that turns me on even further. I keep going till you fill my mouth completely, and I can taste the soft tuft of hair at the base. Sheathing my teeth, I apply pressure there, while my hands go on to explore your balls, searching for your magic spot. And so it continues, my head bobbing on you, covering you whole and sucking in deeply, making you squirm, before moving back up to let my tongue continue exploring your rock hard meat, your soft and pliant balls, and that secret stretch behind them that drives you mad with pleasure every time I flick my tongue on it or scratch it gently with my fingers.

I can sense that you are close as you begin tensing up, your fingers digging into my shoulders as you steady yourself. Your moans grow louder, my shoulder starts stinging, but I refuse to stop, increasing my pace instead, planning to move away at the last moment. But you explode into my mouth as your hand fists into my hair, pushing me down further and holding me tight. I struggle Bodrum Escort Bayan for air but you are relentless. The hot liquid fills my mouth and travels down my throat. I am usually revolted by the taste of cum, but you taste strangely delicious, and pleasure overrides my gag reflex..

I am drenched in sweat, and panting from exertion. I stand up unsteadily, and you catch me from stumbling, setting me down on the bed next to you. You give me a few minutes to gather myself, and then you are suddenly on top of me, straddling me. The shock makes me lean back, and soon I am sprawled out on the bed, pinned beneath you.

“You have on far too much clothing for my tastes” you growl, as I feel you tugging at the cords of my skirt. They come undone in seconds. The next to go is my top, which you rip off me, nearly tearing it to pieces. I suddenly feel very vulnerable as you stop to look over me in my lingerie, your gaze feral as you lick your lips.

“Mm, I’m going to ravish you, little girl. But first I need you under control.” Your voice is menacingly low, and I feel my flesh crawl from carnal need. You reach out to your bedside drawer, and bring out a bright pink satin ribbon. You push my hands over my head and tie my wrists together with it, tightly enough for them to be rendered useless. And then your mouth is upon mine again and your tongue begins its ferocious assault. You move to my ears, teasing it with light licks. Your hands reach behind me, deftly undoing my bra clasp and the straps. As your mouth explores my decolletage, every inch and crevice of it, your fingers remove the impeding cloth and begin working on my cups. Eventually your mouth reaches my left nipple, and you latch on like a child, sucking in deeply as your hand pinches my right bud. I struggle beneath you, desperate to trace your skin with my fingers, but the satin holds me back. You repeat your play on my right bosom, my knobs hard as buttons by now, my breath ragged. The need keeps growing down below, and you seem to know it. You take your time, exploring my stomach with your mouth, and finally you are there.

You stop for a while and stare at my panties. By now it is Escort Bodrum dripping wet and bunched up, barely doing its job of covering me. You smirk at me before tracing your finger on my clit through my panties, making me tremble.

You reach down and roll my panties off with your teeth. Suddenly I am completely naked in your bed, my mound exposed to your piercing gaze. You bring your face down and inhale deeply, before flicking your tongue on my button. The sensation sends me over the edge, and my eyes roll back into my head. I groan and arch, pushing my mound into your face. But you have other plans.

‘On your fours baby, I’m going to take you now” you whisper, and you flip me around. Now I am on my knees and elbows, my butt sticking out obscenely into the air, my juices trickling down my thigh. That is when the first spank lands. Your twitching palm lands on my right cheek with a resounding ring. It takes me by surprise and my knees buckle. But you are ready for my reflex action and hold me firmly in place with your thighs, like steel cables. There comes a rain of blows in quick succession, each one sharper than the previous, and soon I am moaning piteously. And then it stops as suddenly as it had started. I get a moment’s respite, a moment to lick the tears off my cheek and focus on the red hot glow on my posterior. And then your hands are cupping my tits as you ram into me from behind, taking the wind out of me.

I nearly pass out from pleasure, from pain. Your cock, warm and throbbing, fills me up and stretches me out like no one ever has. The initial thrust brings a sharp stab of pain, but my pussy is dripping wet for you, and opens up willingly. The heat builds up as you move in and out of me with your steady rhythm, your thumbs teasing my nipples all the time. I know I will not last long under your dexterous thrusts. As the ringing in my ears reaches a crescendo, I cry out from deep into my tummy. My muscles contract, and moments later I can sense you shooting your seed inside me as I milk you for all I’m worth. The warm liquid spreads and seeps out of me, trickling down to your bed as you slow your pace, finally coming to a stop. I collapse on my stomach, and you fall on me, stretched out on the bed. As I drift into exhausted sleep, I hear you murmur into my ear, your breath moist on my shoulder, “Good job, Ms. P, you’ve just earned yourself an A.”

“Thank you, Sir, when can I earn my grades from you again?” I smile, before the night closes in.

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