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A Slow Unwinding Ch. 01

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“Alright, love, I’ll be there in about five minutes.” John closed his cell phone and pulled out of the parking garage.

Behind him in the car, piled up on the back seat, was an absurd amount of luggage for a single week vacationing on the North Fork. It had all been carefully packed that morning by Sara, his girlfriend of four years, who now awaited him outside the front entryway of the New Rochelle High School, where she had just moments ago finished yet another grueling, difficult school year teaching algebra to the ungrateful miscreants of Westchester County.

John had big plans for this vacation. Four years is a long time to be in a relationship, and though he and Sara were not married they had been together long enough so that passion, and therefore sex, now took a way-back seat to bills, careers, and the seemingly endless chores and errands that now filled the weekend days that were once spent as one long, carefree bout of foreplay. Make no doubt about it—John was deadest on making this week all about getting laid. His goal was to get Sara away from the job that seemed to stress her so, away from the troubles and worries that had seemed to make generally grumpy as of late, and try to get let go a little bit for once.

He grimaced at the thought. Sara had made this plan substantially ankara2010.com more complicated by inviting their old college friends, Marc and Theresa, to share the tiny, two-bedroom cottage that John had rented many months ago. Sara had certainly had a point—the astronomical weekly price was certainly more palatable when split in half, and they had always had a blast when traveling with Marc and Theresa. To be honest, John had to admit that Marc and Theresa were way cooler and hipper than he and Sara, and though they had been married since college they were still the first to crank the party up a notch, and the first to disappear and then make it loud and clear to those around them—with emphasis on “loud”—that they had managed to maintain in permanence the libido of a horny teenager.

So sure, it would be fun, but still not what John had in mind. Certainly, with another couple around, there would be no room for the kind of spontaneous, naked-on-the-dining-room-table sex with Sara that he had been fantasizing about—and masturbating to—since he first booked the cottage in January.

He pulled into the long circular drive in front of the school, trying to find Sara. The scene was crazier than usual, with students and parents and teachers all buzzing about with the excitement that comes with the last day of school. He couldn’t tell who seemed more jubilant, the students or the teachers.

He spotted Sara and pulled over to the side of the driveway. Despite the fact that she had her brow furrowed in a stern, stressful way that had become quite familiar to him, she still looked fabulous. Sara was petite, with a very fair face and blonde hair that lightly curled around her neck. Both John and Sara had began a rigorous exercise regime in December in attempt to escape the funk of winter, and it taken paid serious dividends for Sara; her legs were taut and firm, and her ass nearly perfect, wonderfully round but hard and tight at the same time. Her blue blouse stressed every so lightly at her breasts, which though small were a textbook example of the meaning if “perky.” John felt that familiar tightness in his groin—there was nothing quite like Sara in her teacher clothes to get him hot.

She spotted him pull aside and walked over to him, opening the door and nearly leaping into the car. “Hey hon,” she said, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek.” “Let’s get out of here fast. I don’t want to even think about this place for the next three months.” They had not even pulled back onto the street before she betrayed what she had said, launching into the familiar recount of the day’s gripes, grudges and annoyances, which lasted the fifteen minutes it took to reach the highway and begin the three-hour drive in earnest. He did his best to nod sympathetically and to offer the occasional “Really?” or “That’s terrible,” just to make clear he was listening, at least in theory.

When they hit the highway he tried to make a break in the conversation. “Well, love, you can put that all out of your mind, because we are on vacation!” He slapped her left leg gently for emphasis. He shot her a glance that was cautiously suggestive and placed his hand on her thigh, sliding it no more than a half-inch under the hem of her skirt. “I promise to do my best to give you something else to think about this week…” He slid his hand up another half inch.

Sara gave them that forced, half smile that he had seen so many times, and then took his hand and locked her fingers in his, resting it on her lap. “We should call Theresa and see if they’re on the road.”

“Good idea, hon,” he said, flashing his own forced, half smile. He took his hand back, reaching into the console for his cell and handing into his cell phone to Sara. “It’s all you, babe.” He felt the tightness in his groin slip away, and he looked down the highway, anticipating the many hours of all comfortable silence that would take them to the cottage, and to the scene of grand expectations that had already begun to deflate.

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Taking Lovely Breeana

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This one is sort of short and was inspired by a clip of some porn movie I saw. Basic premise was older female forcing a younger one. Except there was a real gun and a strap-on involved in that one.

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She stopped at the doorway and felt the unwelcome sensation creep over her. There before her was a cute little teenager, eighteen and certainly not older, she stood looking in the mirror and adjusting her hair. Chelsea resisted the urge that quickly started to fill her making her way to the bathroom stall for the purpose she’d come in here. She squatted over the seat even though the place was clean and in a well to do neighborhood she didn’t trust it. Her ass hovering over the seat she peed letting out a soft sigh of relief. A small bundle of tissue paper dabbed at her pussy with no hair on her vagina it was easy to wipe away the yellow liquid. She tossed the paper into the toilet and kicked the flush bar watching the water drain away.

“Fuck,” She mumbled to herself stepping out of the stall and seeing the teenager was still standing at the mirror, still fixing her hair.

The urge which she had let float away in the stall snapped right back into her and she did her best to shake it off. Going to the sink she started to wash her hands keeping the water cold and rubbing a little across her cleavage. It helped cool her down. In the mirror looking back at herself was Chelsea Thor. A woman who looked the dictionary definition of nondescript housewife. Wavy dusty blond hair pulled back in a pony tail a few strands loose. A face that was on the attractive side of average and not much more. She was forgetful something she could have attested to from the past relationships she’d been in. She was married and had two children with husband at work and children at school.

The teen glanced her way in the mirror before quickly looking away and now obviously pretending to fix her hair. Chelsea was committed. The urge had her. She finished washing her hands and stepped out of the bathroom. A long hallway stretched one way and at the end people walked by not glancing down in this direction. This was one of the less used bathrooms but some code or something had made them have to put bathrooms every so often, even though in the center of the mall they had a large bathroom area. A little up and across the hall was a room marked “Employees Only” and she quickly moved towards it.

She tried the knob and smiled in a manner nobody would believe out of a woman who looked like her. The evil grin was because the door was unlocked and inside she saw what she needed. Grabbing the mop bucket, a broom, a couple wet floor signs, and a out of order magnet that would cling to the metal bathroom door. Peeking out before she exited Chelsea moved towards the bathroom knowing the hot young teen was still inside. Quickly she dumped out half the mop bucket onto the floor and pushed it against the wall. Then set up the wet floor signs and finally slapped the “Sorry Temporarily Out Of Order” sign onto the women’s bathroom door. Slipping inside she shoved the broom into the handle of the door, it wasn’t perfect a few good yanks would knock out but it was better than nothing. Mostly it gave her more of the privacy she’d need.

As she turned the corner into the bathroom again the teen was leaning against the wall half sitting on the sink and thumbing through a magazine. She’d obviously not heard Chelsea enter and the fact that the girl was loitering about meant nobody would soon come looking for her. Chelsea’s mind put together ideas of why this girl would be here, from skipping school to waiting for a boyfriend to call. Whatever it was something was going to happen that the teen never expected too. Chelsea reached deep into her purse and pulled out the tazergun held inside. The gun like shaped device had been a gift for protection but she’d used it three times now for a very different purpose. This would be the forth. She thumbed up the on switch and heard the tiny battery inside charge up. Then her finger touched down on the trigger button.

The teen looked up a second after it was to late Chelsea was already too close and she was cornered. She flinched back turning her face as Chelsea pretended to swing a fist towards her face. The barely legal teen hesitated her back mostly turned towards Chelsea probably wondering why the punch wasn’t hurting. Chelsea’s fist quickly opened up and grabbing the back of the girl’s shirt she yanked it up and then pulled the trigger. Two fish hook like zappers darted out sinking in deep from this close range and stopped the teen as she seemed just about to let a scream out. Instead it came out as a gravelly cry of pain that could only have been heard if somebody had their ear to the door. She fell to the floor and Chelsea winced a little bit not because it might have hurt the girl but because it might bruise the girl’s precious body.

“What… What do you want? I didn’t do anything!” The girl groaned when the electricity stopped pumping through her body and she was able to register anything but the pain. “I didn’t do manisa escort anything at all!”

“Shut-up!” Chelsea growled knowing she had to make sure this girl knew she was in charge, a smile crept to her lips at the mental pun, in charge.

“What did I do…. EHHH!!” The words turned up into another cry but for whatever reason the electricity never allowed the scream to get too loud.

“Shut the fuck up.” Chelsea let go of the trigger and the teen relaxed from the pain breathing heavily. “I can do this all fucking day long and I will too unless you do what I want.”

“What… do you want?” The teen sort of raised herself up off the floor glancing at Chelsea and then at the electrodes in her back, Chelsea knew there was no chance the girl was pulling them out before she could shock her enough to let go, they were in so deep because she’d been so close when she shot them.

“I’m going to do whatever I want with you. Do you understand?” Chelsea let the idea sink in and then pulled back the trigger as the girl’s face had twisted in disgust.

“Ah! No! Stop please stop! It hurts!” She let out in a desperate tone as soon as she could and Chelsea pulled the trigger again. The teen squirmed and hissed but Chelsea just felt her nipples get hard and her pussy get wet knowing what would soon be coming. “Stop it please! No more! It hurts! Please, I’ll do… whatever!”

“Will you lick my asshole?” Chelsea asked just as the teen was looking over her shoulder the pain not coming for a long enough time to give her some hope it was over, the teen shook her head and grimaced before she could think better of it.

More electricity pumped out of the gun and Chelsea knew that law enforcement type weapons were limited in how much they could shock. They had like a ten second timer between shocks so they couldn’t hurt their captive. Chelsea’s tazer had no such safety guard and the box had claimed that it could pack up to a thousand shocks before the battery went dead. Chelsea knew this to be true and held the button down again reaching down and undoing her pants. She wiggled somewhat awkwardly out of them while keeping one hand on the tazer. Then yanked her blouse over her heard switching hands to fully remove the shirt. The bra and panties were a little more difficult but soon enough she was naked except for her socks.

“No more! No more!” The teen kept repeating crying into the tiled floor and Chelsea smiled putting her finger into her gash and letting out a moan.

“What’s your name sexy?” She asked giving the girl time to recover.

“Breeana,” The other female hissed blinking as she turned around to see Chelsea naked or near enough to it. “My name is Breeana Duncan. Please don’t hurt me anymore.”

“Make me happy and I won’t have to,” Chelsea said simply and Breeana nodded her head rolling up to her hands and knees. “Now take off your clothes. But don’t try anything or I might pull this trigger until you pass out. You don’t want me to do that because you’ll probably wake up and require somebody to change your diaper and clean up your drool forever.”

“Don’t! Don’t please!” The girl shook her head and Chelsea motioned for her stand up.

The teenager did taking just a moment to collect herself before reaching down to pull off her shirt. The shirt fell to the floor and soon was followed by skirt and undergarments. They looked close to a pair standing in nothing but their socks but there was a lot of different between them. Chelsea was thirty-two and while she was still pretty happy with her body she knew she’d rounded out a bit over the years. Her full breasts hung a little lower than when she was this girl’s age. She was tan all over having her husband buy her a tanning bed and tucked it into a back room. She hadn’t gone crazy with it but she had a nice even tan that seemed to make her body look better. Her nipples were hard pencil erasers set in the middle of quarter sized areolas. Her body was hairless except what was on her head, between the hair removal lotion and shaving. She was five one and had C-cup tits that looked much larger on her small build.

Breeana was an incredible looking latin female with her black hair put into two braids with a few loose locks from her temples to frame her round face. She was lithe as only a girl her age could be with the naturally dark skin of her spanish heritage. Her tits were nearly insignificant barely more than puffy brown nipples on top of mounds which could scarcely be given that name. Flat stomach of course with the hint of her ribs seen down both sides until it slipped in across her sides and then out again over her hips. Her bush wasn’t as trimmed down as Chelsea’s the dark black hair thick right over her gash. Farther out it was trimmed and then maybe waxed or shaved, most likely the teen knew that kind of hair poked out when in a swimsuit. Long legs that seemed have her body stretched out from there thin and not shapely like a most woman’s legs but appealing just the same.

She stood naked looking somewhat embarrassed and Chelsea fought away kushinagar.net the internal smiled that wanted to cross her lips. That nervous set of her body meant so much to Chelsea who had seen it once before. It was much better than the angry defiance that was the typical reaction. The last time Chelsea had seen the shy sort of reaction to being naked had been one of the best experiences. While she enjoyed the dominance factor of what she did, there was something to be said for a willing hostage.

“What next?” She asked after Chelsea let the silence stretch to long just staring at the youth’s amazing body.

“Do you ever play with yourself Breeana?” Chelsea asked and the teen looked down at the older woman’s pussy which was spread with thumb and middle finger the pointer making slow circles around the clit.

“Yes,” She admitted with a nod looking away embarrassed and Chelsea smiled wide.

“Then do it for me now,” She instructed and the barely legal nodded as if she knew this was what was coming and her hand shaking she squatted a little and then touched her dark hand into her pubes.

Her bottom lip was quickly pulled into her mouth as the finger’s thin but dexterous looking wiggled through hair and labia to get at the goods hidden inside. Her big brown eyes opened wide as two fingers started moving up and down on her clitoris and Chelsea watched licking her her lips. In a moment a crack in the thick hair appeared and the pink inner folds came into view glistening nicely. Chelsea also noted the nipples of the girl tightened and pushed out a little hardening the rest of the way as hormones trigged their full erection. The teens legs parted a little more as her fingers slid quickly down and then hooked up inside herself. Head rolling to the side a moan came from her mouth lips looking so sweet gapped with the vocalization of her pleasure coming out of them.

Chelsea couldn’t help herself. She usually let this first act last a lot longer but she wanted to see how willing the girl would be. Walking over she tickled the trigger back sending just a flick of a jolt into the girl. Breeana twitched then let out a small cry but didn’t pull her fingers out from her insides or complain. Leaning in she kissed those spanish lips and then moaned into them. They were so soft and delicate. Chelsea leaned in more kissing harder and breaking it just enough to order the teen to french her. She knew better than to stick her tongue in a captive’s mouth. Breeana did it and soon enough the two were kissing passionately. They parted their faces wet from Breeana’s tongue and then they came together again.

Chelsea relaxed a little not feeling a hint of resistance from this youth and she kissed harder actually pushing her tongue into the spanish thing’s mouth. The taste was wonderful as the feeling and with her free hand she grabbed Breeana’s hand and placed it on her breast. The spanish girl’s fingers squeezed the large breasts and made Chelsea moan in delight.

“Kiss my neck!” She ordered giving another hint of a jolt to the teen.

The lips on her neck were so much better than her husband’s or any man’s. So much better than the roughness of a man. She knew that she did what she did because she would never be accepted by her family and friends if she admitted she liked the touch and feel of a woman so much more than a male. Her husband would leave her and take the kids and she had no marketable skill to get a job with. So she was left with waiting and burying her desires until they exploded out in violent need.

Breeana was good too. Her tongue darting out every so often licking the flesh she’d just been kissing and making Chelsea’s knees go weak. She was able to kiss the teens ear nibbling softly on the lobe as the girl sent shivers of delight all through her body. Her pussy was a swamp so much wetter than her husband could ever hope to get her. She pulled her hand out of herself as she stepped away and Breeana gapped a second still trying to kiss her neck. She opened her eyes just in tome to see Chelsea wipe her wet fingers across her breasts smearing her thick fluids across her nipples. The contact made her hiss out her pleasure and then pointing to them. Breeana hesitated to long and stumbled forward the shock to the back lick a push. Chelsea’s tits were in her face and instinct had her sucking on them before she could make anymore pain arise.

“Oh shit that’s good. You like the taste of that because you’ll be getting it right from the source soon enough.” Chelsea admitted and looked down at the spanish’s teens face was twisted in fear but her tongue was eagerly licking all across Chelsea’s sensitive tits cleaning the juice away and replacing it with spit. “Do you want me to eat you out?”

“What?” Breeana asked blinking as her hair was pulled thus pulling her face away from Chelsea’s breasts, she winced at the pain.

“Do you want me to eat you out.” This was new development even for Chelsea who’d never offered this to any of her other victims, to much risk.

She’d finger them and suck off the juices if they smelled nice enough. She’d have them finger themselves and hold out their digits so she could lick them. Mostly though she’d finger them while sucking on their tits getting them to orgasm was a sure way to keep them silent. Because most women thought that if you orgasmed it couldn’t be rape. Now though with this one she wanted more. Breanna had put up less of a fight than any of the others and it just felt safer.

“Answer!” She yanked the hair again and tears welled up in Breeana’s hair before she nodded.

“Yes I do! I want that very much!” The tears were from the admission not whatever little pain pulling her hair was causing.

“You’re such a dirty lesbian!” Chelsea growled pushing her victim back once and then twice until her perfect little ass hit a sink. “You’re so sick that you actually want me, another woman, to lick your dirty cunt.”

“I know! I do!” She seemed near crying and Chelsea found herself extremely turned on by this thinking perhaps she’d found herself a nice little guilty in the closet lesbian.

Grabbing her right leg she pushed it up onto one sink and Breeana got the hint. Pushing her tiny weight up with her hands she placed the other leg on the next sink over. This spread her legs nicely and as she leaned back against the wall looked pretty comfortable as well. There was a good foot of space between once sink and the next and as Chelsea dropped to her knees for the first time in nearly two decades she prepared to eat another female out.

The sight was incredible the teen’s sweet little ass hanging down between the sinks and her skin looking so much darker contrasting with the white porcelain. Mostly though there was the pussy and asshole there opened up completely before her eyes. The pink slit was dripping fluids and Chelsea leaned in and opened her mouth the drip falling on her upper lip and rolling into her mouth. She liked the flavor and pushed her head up and tongue out licking from cornhole to clitoris. A moan of pleasure escaped Breeana’s lips and the other woman heard the thump of the girl knocking her head back into the wall.

She focused her attention on the asshole first having never licked one before and wanting to know what she’d forced a couple of her victims into doing. Chelsea liked it. Breeana was clean but there was still a hint of muskier scent and flavor there and the extra taboo of it increased her arousal. Driving her tongue up inside the teen caused moans to arise and flavor to come to her taster. As she did this her face quickly became coated in the latina’s juices, leaning left and right to get the best rim angle had her soaked from ear to ear. The wetness of her face and the taste of the asshole had her pussy near squirting juices.

Glancing up she saw the teen’s body stretching up above her and she had the sneaking feeling that she was going to have to quit her ways after this and get a serious girlfriend. One who would be willing to sit on her face and bend over for an asslicking and not try and run away or tell the authorities. This willingness was a lot better than the fighting and trying to escape. Her tongue eventually raked up higher and darted into the pink hole instead of the brown. The moans peeked a little higher and the flavor pouring into her mouth made Chelsea nearly cry in delight. Lashing her tongue across the entrance and then shoving it in as deep as it would go more taste came into her mouth. Finally she raised up even more and made only two circles and then one actual lick of Breeana’s tiny clit and the girl was going off.

“I am so sick I’m cumming! I’m cumming because of another woman! I am so gross!” She moaned yanking on the sink handles causing the water to flow.

Chelsea sped her tongue up faster lashing as hard as she could across the clit before pulling away as the youth leaned forward. Breeana shook and twitched about as hard as she had when she’d been shocked. Chelsea watched in aroused fascination. Finally the girl slumped down from the sinks and opened her eyes Chelsea was laying on her back not inches away her feet pushing up into the sinks Breeana had just been sitting on and using it to give herself a good angle so the latin girl had access to all Chelsea wanted licked.

Breeana didn’t even have to be ordered she leaned forward and licked Chelsea the same way she had licked her. Starting from her asshole she licked all the way up and then dipped back down to her asshole again. Chelsea loved having her asshole licked and the way Breeana was doing it, eagerly, she wanted a good anal orgasm. So she covered her pussy with her hand pressing a palm into her clit and using her fingers to space her ass cheeks a little more for little miss Duncan to work.

The closet lesbian worked too lapping hungrily and then pushing her tongue into the older woman’s asshole. If there was any bad taste it didn’t show on her face as she licked and lapped quicker and quicker. The pleasure of this was so different than from cunnilingus. Analingus was deeper and took a lot longer to build up to anything. She coaxed it along with rubbing gently into her clitoris but not enough to change the pleasure. Breeana’s tiny tongue was a natural pleasure device twirling and stiffening at the right moments.

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The Garden

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I am thirty-six years old.

I was dressed in my hunter green two-piece suit, with my skirt just above the knee and my newest, best green shoes with tiny gold buckles at the ankle. I made sure my hair and makeup were perfect in the car before getting out. Inside the 70-story glass building, I signed in at the front desk, and security gave me a new name badge in a plastic glove to pin to my jacket, even though they all knew me there by then. I breathed, pretended to look confident and together, and moved to the elevators. Inside, I was shaking.

I emerged from the golden double doors with my shoulders straight, my chin up, with confident strides. I knew the room where we were meeting. I’d done my homework. I knew what I was there to do, and I knew that my numbers were correct and would benefit everyone involved. But still, my heart was fluttering. If this went well, it would mean a great deal for me and my boss, and my company for that matter. If this took a turn for the unexpected, it could hurt me. I needed this to work. I needed the win.

When I entered the meeting room, I was greeted by two men in gray suits. They smiled to me; I knew them both well, I’d been working closely with them on this deal since the beginning. Bradley and Ramsey. Ramsey was handsome and refined, and spoke with a very East-coastern exactness. Bradley, on the other hand, was not an immediately handsome man. His waistline pudge and plump face might turn many women off, but he was an Idaho farm boy with smiling gray eyes and a preciously cute drawl which always made me fall in love with him a little. Both men wore gleaming gold bands on their left ring fingers, and I often quietly wondered about their wives, how pretty and smart they must be, though I’d never been brave enough to ask about them.

“Hello Becca,” Ramsey said as he saw me enter, standing near the door. I took his outstretched hand and squeezed with confident firmness, smiling to him. He always waited for me to relax first before letting go. I liked that.

“Hi guys.” I was happy to see them both in the same room again. Bradley took my hand after I released Ramsey’s. He grinned as his hand closed around mine. His grip was tighter than Ramsey’s, and his was more of an actual shake. I think his cock is bigger.

“Becca, how was the drive?” Bradley asked, his casual tone easing my nerves. He always had a way of diffusing my stress with just a few smooth words, almost as if he could massage the tension right out of my body with nothing but his voice.

“Nice and smooth,” I replied, tucking my hair behind my ear. Nervous habit. “Hoping the rain will hold off until I’m out of the city. Rush hour I can handle, rush hour in the rain always makes me crazy.”

Ramsey chuckled, gesturing to my seat as he moved around to take his own. “Have you taken my advice yet?” he asked.

“Not yet, no,” I admitted bashfully, as I pulled my chair out and sank into the cushioned leather. “I keep forgetting to look when I’m online. I promise I will one of these days.” Ramsey has told me many times about books on MP3 that you can download from Barnes & Noble, and how well they pass time when stuck in Atlanta traffic.

I placed my bag on the table in front of me and pulled out my portfolio, selecting a few papers to have ready to retrieve. As soon as she arrived.

My tone was semi-conspiratorial. I’ve been working with both of them for months now, I felt like I knew them pretty well. But I had yet to meet their boss. “What’s her mood like?” I wanted to know.

Bradley’s eyes flashed as he smiled, understanding my question. “I think it’ll be a good day.”

Ramsey though had something on his mind. “She talks like she knows you, or at least, knew you a while ago. Have you worked with her before?”

I was puzzled. “Really?” I thought where I could have met her. I knew she was a few years older than me, even though her position with the company put her in a pay-grade well above my own. The way she was described here at the home office, I always imagined her surrounded by minions who clung to her every word and gesture, maybe with glittering flashbulbs surrounding her whenever she emerged from the back of some stretch Lexus for an evening out. Suffice it to say we moved in very different circles. Today she held my fate, and the fate of this multimillion-dollar contract, in her powerful hands, and although I’ve heard the guys mention her name many times, this was going to be my first audience with her. If I did not impress, the consequences would be grave for me. I had to be perfect, and my numbers had to be as well.

“She thinks so. She’s been acting kind of strange this morning in fact.”

“Strange how?” I was now acutely curious.

Bradley looked at him with an amused smile, as though surprised Ramsey had brought it up. Ramsey went on, his voice low. “I don’t know, she’s been kind of buzzing about it.”

I was about to press him with another question when we heard the approach of clicking ankara2010.com heels in the hallway. Then the door opened, and our heads turned. Senior Vice President of Operations Melina McKnight stepped into the room. I saw her, and our eyes locked. My God, I did know her, and my recollection was tinged with panic. I couldn’t for the life of me remember where I knew her from. And her name, it had never occured to me that her name was one I’d seen before. I was sure I hadn’t. I’m no Latitia Baldridge but I’m decent at remembering people’s names. But the panic that filled me was not limited to my failed recall. An intense arousal surged in me, as our eyes fixed in each other’s. Thank god I had sat down, or I very likely would have swooned. I felt my heart suddenly blaze and my cheeks flushed in confusion, and God help me, I didn’t have a clue as to what this woman was doing to me, nor why.

I forced myself to fight through my initial momentary discomposure and I rose to my feet, offering my hand to shake.

* * *

I am eighteen years old.

I’m a freshman in college, my first year away from home, and I am confused.

I am sitting in a counselor’s office. Not the kind of counselor my parents would want me to be in, or would ever know about. Last night, I was at a club, and I met a girl there. I don’t meet girls at clubs. I wasn’t a lesbian. At least, I never thought I was a lesbian before. But this girl, her eyes… the way her eyes glistened in the dark, noisy room, the way they made me feel like I was not only wanted, but craved. No one I’d ever been with before made me feel that way, and this girl did it with only her eyes. I had fallen into her embrace, captivated, grinding against her, wanting all sorts of impossible things, my mind swimming as the heavy bass house music thundered through the floor, shaking our spines. As our lips met, my hands sliding through her luscious mane of auburn red hair, a flurry of thoughts and feelings inundated me: shame, the immediate worry my friends might see me, confusion at the intensity of my body’s reaction to this strange girl’s touch, and something deeper: raw, visceral desire on a level I’d never felt until then.

I sat in this office with the upside-down triangles on the door, which I was told meant this was a “safe space” to talk about… things. I was sitting in front of a woman, a very beautiful woman with long golden hair and little oval glasses on her nose. Her name was Brenda. She was a counselor who was listening to me talk about my experience with the girl, how she made me feel, and whether my feelings made me gay, or was I just experimenting with things other girls did when they got to college. It’s what I hoped. I didn’t want to be a lesbian, but I knew I had to go further. I wanted her, it scared the everliving crap out of me, but I couldn’t deny that I wanted to see her again.

Brenda smiled a warm, friendly smile to me. “I would estimate that ninety to ninety-five percent of all young women have experimented to some degree with another woman,” I remember her telling me. “Kissing, touching, climaxing. You’d probably be shocked to learn how common it is.”

I was trembling inside as I listened to her. “It felt so…. I was so ashamed of myself,” I confessed. “Like I knew it was wrong, but I wanted it so much at the same time. I felt horrible, but…”

She nodded. “What you’re feeling is normal too. It’s the same as when you had your first masturbatory orgasm. Do you remember that?”

I shook my head.

“Have you ever given yourself a climax, Becca?” she asked gently. I nodded. “You may not remember it now because you were probably young.” Yes, I was. “But young girls discovering their bodies for the first time are often frightened and confused by the feelings they’re processing. The fact that you allowed yourself pleasure last night in another girl’s arms doesn’t mean there’s anything whatsoever the matter with you.”

I just nodded again. She could read the confusion on my face like it was plain English.

“You want to see her again, don’t you?” she asked, supportively. I remember thinking how easy the question was, and although the answer was the simplest one in the world, it was the hardest to actually give. But this was supposed to be a safe place, right? I lifted my eyes to her and decided it was better to be honest, and squeaked, “Yes?”

She looked at me hard now, like she was considering something she wasn’t sure she should share with me. Leaning over the desk, she opened her hand to me. I hesitantly took it, and she squeezed gently. What she said next I’ll never forget.

She said, with a soft voice, “Womanly love is very different from love with a man. It runs deeper than most can understand. But if you choose to understand it, you can love not just women, but men, even more deeply and passionately than you thought possible. Becca, do you want to understand it?”

This question had the same answer as the one before, the same impossible but undeniable answer.

I remember when I left her office that day, I noticed the image of a flower inside one of the upside-down triangles on her door.

* * *

I am eighteen years old. I am laying on my back on a padded slab, with my ankles and wrists bound in soft but firm restraints. I am wearing nothing, but my body is wrapped with white sheer fabric, and I am blindfolded. It is night, and I am in a building somewhere removed from campus, but I don’t know where it is. I am to trust her.

It’s been two weeks since my visit with Brenda. She has taken me here, and promised me that if I want to understand, I have to first trust. She had me sit in the back seat of her car, and then blindfolded me with a white, lacy, padded eye mask, for sleeping. Two teenage girls got into the back seat with me, one on either side, and they both held my hands. Once when I tried to let one of them go to scratch my nose, they wouldn’t let me go, and shushed me gently. We drove for what seemed like half an hour before stopping.

Then she had me get out, and they took me into a building. Still blindfolded, they undressed me, had me step into a bathtub where they bathed me with warm water and scented oils. Their hands were small and soft, and I wondered if they were going to try to pleasure me as they bathed, but they didn’t. They didn’t even talk. It was like they’d done it before, that they were used to doing it. I was trembling the whole time.

They blowdried my hair, brushed it out thoroughly, and wrapped a delicate fabric around my torso and legs, before leading me out of the bath into a bigger room. There they had me lay down on my back on this padded surface, with a pillow under my head. They stretched my arms out over my head and tied them with silk cords at the wrists, and they spread my legs out wide, causing me to gasp as I felt cold air on my naked sex, and bound my ankles there. Then I felt their mouths on my lips, briefly, as they each kissed me before leaving me alone in the room.

I wasn’t alone for long. I could hear footsteps, people walking all around me, and I felt their eyes on my body. My heart was pounding from the strangeness of it all, but soon I felt a presence behind me, a familiar perfume, and a soothing touch. I whimpered as gentle hands removed the eyemask from my face finally, and I opened my eyes, staring up into Brenda’s beautiful smile. She was wearing a glistening golden silk robe with floral patterns, her face and hair elegantly made up, like she was ready for a night out in the toniest city restaurant, her golden hair shimmering in the radiance of candles, a corona haloing her angelic face. I smiled nervously back at her, then looked around the room.

It was windowless, about the size of a classroom, resplendent with lit candles of many sizes. There were seven girls here with us, some beautiful, some homely, a few heavy, others slender, here fair-complected, there dark-skinned. All looked to be around my age, none older than 21. They were all wearing robes of varying, but solid colors, none matching. They were all kneeling around us on the carpeted floor in a circle, their knees on pillows, with some items arranged in front of each of them. Each had a lit candle mounted in a candlestick before them, a porcelain-looking oblong egg with an odd black wire snaking out of it, a little bottle, and a little round spongey cylinder. There was also a vase with a flower in front of each girl, and each flower was different, the flower’s color matching the color of their robes, I noticed. My eyes moved from each one to the next, until they came to the one with the red rose …

… and I saw her. I gasped in shock and tugged at my restraints in sudden, overwhelming self-consciousness. It was her. She was staring intently at me, her smile widening, her red hair luminescent in the flickering candlelight. She remembered me. I felt my face burn with embarrassment, oh my God, she’s looking at me like this? Then all at once, I realized, she had done this too. They all did. They had all been bound like this themselves, like me, and knew what was about to come, because the same thing had happened to each of them. But what on Earth was that? I trembled as I turned my eyes up to Brenda’s, pleading for answers.

She smiled down at me, her hands laying on my face lovingly. “I know you’re nervous. Don’t be.” She leaned down and kissed my forehead like a loving parent. “Tonight is the first night of your blossoming.”

I parted my lips to ask my first question. “Why ..”

But she laid her finger over my lips and softly whispered. “Shhhh. It’s okay. Everything’s okay, I promise you. You’ve trusted me this far, and I’m grateful. Will you trust me now?” She looked into my eyes. I swallowed, and finally nodded.

She rose to her feet and looked around at all the girls gathered. They all gazed back at her with knowing eyes, some smiling excitedly, some wearing expressions of adoring reverence. She said, “Each of you has advanced another step in your path through the Garden. Now it is time again for a new step, for a new seedling has been found, and come to bloom with us, perhaps to be chosen for our patroness.” The girls all smiled at me, with warm, loving eyes. Especially …her.

“Now, take your eggs, and put them in.”

They reached for their little bottles and flipped the caps, applying a dollop of gel on their fingers and then rubbing their fingers between their legs, moistening themselves. My breathing quickened as they then took their eggs, which began humming as they touched a tiny unseen switch. I stared agog as I watched them open their legs and slide them into their vaginas, each moaning softly as they felt it shivering inside their tight canals, with only the black wire dangling from them. I turned my eyes to her, the one with the rose, and she quietly moaned as her eyes stared back into mine, slowly rolling her hips. Then the girls picked up the spongey tube and slid it into themselves, pushing the egg further into them, leaving the black cord loose between their legs on the pillow.

Brenda admired the girls for a moment, then she removed her robe, revealing her nakedness beneath. I inhaled sharply, having no idea it would proceed this far, and I felt the same panic I’d felt at the club—I shouldn’t be doing this! I shouldn’t be here, but… my curiosity blended with my body’s arousal kept me riveted to Brenda’s beautiful body. And I felt myself moistening as I silently realized what was about to happen to me.

She then spoke a strange word. “Muladhara.”

The girl with the magnolia, wearing the white robe, hesitantly rose to her feet. She had a slender build, creamy skin, dark eyes and sandy brown short hair. She looked like a Julie or a Jennifer, not a “Muladhara”, but when I saw her slide her robe off her shoulders, I forgot everything else but the vision of her naked body. She was the only one of the girls who seemed wavering and uneasy with whatever she was about to do, but the reluctance in her eyes was tempered with understanding. Brenda reached out her hand for her to come forward, and she came to me, leaning over me to kiss me. My lips parted and I closed my eyes, accepting her, and she sighed softly as our mouths pressed together. I could hear the others’ whimpering around us as they watched, their eggs buzzing softly deep inside them. Then I felt her hand on me and I started, my eyes flying open. I jerked at my bindings again, remembering that I was tied down, and that whatever they wanted to do with my body I was mostly unable to resist. The sensation sent ripples of electricity through me, and I couldn’t tell if it was panic or pleasure.

Then her lips left mine and she stared into my eyes as her fingers caressed me, nestling between my warm labia and spreading my wetness up and down between them with the tips of her fingers. She smiled softly down at me. I breathed hard, staring up at her, and slowly writhed my hips against her touch.

Brenda softly spoke, the girl rising away from me and moving between my legs. “O soft and dainty maiden, from afar I watch you, as amidst the flowers you move, and pluck them, singing …” Brenda unwrapped me and left the fabric draping over the sides of the pedestal I laid on. I was now fully naked and exposed to the room. I closed my eyes, feeling tears gathering and finally spilling down the sides of my face, my chest heaving with my breaths, my heart pounding in my chest. “More golden than all gold your tresses are, never was harp-note like your voice, my love, your voice sweet ringing.”

Her tongue on my sex sent shockwaves through my body and I gasped loudly, arching my back. All the girls around me gave soft moans of arousal as they watched me. They must have known it was the first time a girl had ever kissed me there. I opened my shame-wet eyes and turned my head to see her, the redhead behind the rose, her hand between her legs rubbing herself, her hips undulating slowly and passionately. I stared helplessly at her as the young girl between my legs licked and suckled and moaned over me, driving me to greater and greater heights of pleasure, but as good as it felt, I could only stare into her eyes, wishing it was her. Moaning in desperation, confusion and surrender, I collapsed into the embrace of my first Sapphic climax, the most loving and all-consuming ecstasy my body had ever known, like a fountain of pleasure between my legs suddenly gushing like never before. All around me I heard a chorus of passionate moans and sighs, like they were all climaxing with me, carrying me with them up, up and up, our hearts surging out of our chests.

I moaned loud in release, my muscles straining, shuddering, then finally relaxing in denouement, my breath pouring out of my lungs in exhaustion. The chorus of voices in the room also seemed to relax again into breathless sighs and soft moans. Had they really all climaxed with me? I fought to open my eyes, looking around, looking up at Brenda. She was now holding something in her hands. Something with tiny dials on it, and a small black metal antenna.

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Part 1:

I walked through town, on my way to meet up with Pearly at the Grand Bar and Hotel. I was excited, a little nervous. I walked slowly and “browsed” in storefronts without registering the t-shirts and caps for sell. A car passed on the main street; some friends honked and waved as they drove, startling me from my anxious thoughts of sex. “Hi, hi” I waved. I wondered if they could see the ribs and lace of the corset I wore under my fleece.

My backpack contents rattled slightly; the small metal ching of a handcuff touching the rings of a strap-on harness or the small bottle of lubricant falling into the bottle of Chardonnay. I continued walking past 2 older ladies, also window shopping. Even though they were oblivious to me, I thrilled they might hear.

“Hey Tori”. My friends Mike and Charlotte were standing beneath the Grand Bar’s marquee. “What are you up to tonight?”

Hmm “Hiya!! Well, I am meeting someone here actually. What’s up with you guys?” I noticed a slight sweaty sheen on my palms, and wiped my hands on my jeans.

“You are?! Can you come have a drink with us first?” Charlotte touched my wrist tenderly, and smiled. I think she may already be buzzing. “Where are you heading?” she asked.

“Right here, Char. So, yes I can have a a quick, wee drink with you first. But then I have to dash.” My Chardonnay bottle clanged like a wind chime in my backpack.

I followed them inside the aging bar and we took a seat along the wall. 2 young men played pool on the freshly felted table, and a 30something couple had drinks at the bar. The 1 bartender looked a bit bored, watching local cricket on a wide screen above the juke box. But the place was deserted otherwise.

“Who are you meeting, Tori? A guy?” Mike plopped onto a bar stool across from me, placing a tequila and beer in front of me.

“Yeah, what’s in your backpack?” Charlotte chimed in before swigging back her tequila.

I took a deep breath with a smile, then quickly shot the tequila back. The heat scorching my throat, my eyes watered slightly. “I’m meeting a guy here. I met him online. He is from Christchurch.”

“What? What are you talking about?” Mike was clearly flustered, his thick brows furrowed as he pointed his finger at me.

“Ah, guys! I’m fine. I am meeting him here. I will give you the room number. I will be fine.” I fingered with my beer mug.

“Room number?” Charlotte looked more awake now. “What the hell? No way! Christchurch is dodgy.”

Mike shook his head, continued to look at me sternly. “You don’t know him. I don’t feel right about that.”

I sighed. “Yes, I don’t really like the whole deal either. But I have little choice.” I paused to drink, gather my thoughts. I put up a hand to stop them from further protests. I lowered my voice a bit, “Look, I am into a bit of BDSM.” Pause again to let that sink in. “And, it is really difficult to find partners who also like what I am into. Frankly, it scares most people.”

“What is BDSM?” Charlotte cocked her head. “Is it like S&M?”

I laughed. “Yes. Bondage and Domination is the BD part. You see, there are certain things that I enjoy in bed that tends to frighten most people. Even when I tell a guy straight off that I like to be spanked, he may say ‘ooh, nice’ at first. But when it comes down to the nittygritty, he is less enthused and slightly intimidated that I really want to be spanked- hard. Most people just aren’t into it.”

“Yeah, because beating up people hurts.” sarcasm from Mike. I rolled my eyes.

“I didn’t know you were into S&M” Charlotte is seriously thinking about what I just said now. She twirls her pretty black curls with her fingers, and lightly bites her lower lip.

Mike runs his hands over his shaved head, almost angry. “No way are you going through with this. I don’t trust it.” He shakes his head. “Nope. I will not let you get a room with some wanker from out of town just so he can tie you up and beat you and leave you for dead. Are you serious?”

I fidget in my seat, take another drink. Think a bit. My hands are really sweaty now. I haven’t told my friends about my fetish before. Every slight or blurt I have made about someone getting spanked has always been a joke before. Now I watch them weigh everything I have ever said.

“I want to meet him. I am tired of boring sex. This is what I am into, it turns me on. And I play safe.” I watch one of the pool players bend over the table, his skivvies riding up just over his Levi’s. “I’ll be fine!! I told you, I will give you the room number.” Mike shakes his head to protest, but I raise my hand. “I will text you as soon as I am leaving. And if you don’t hear from me by noon tomorrow, you can call the cops.”

“So what all do you do?” Charlotte’s brown eyes are moist again, almost dreamy. “Is it really painful?”

“Charlotte!” Mike gives his girlfriend a side glance. “Don’t encourage her. What’s gotten into you?”

She blushes behind her beer glass. “I wanna know. What do you like aydın escort about it?” Her eyes are so glassy, she must be baked already.

“Ha! You’re curious now!” I say, happy the attention is off me for a little while. “Its like eating a jalapeno: it’s hot! But it releases the endorphins into your system and creates a kind of high. It helps you enjoy the rest of your food better because your taste buds are wide open. “

Silence as I watch it to sink in. Mike drinks his beer, his hand resting on his head again. Charlotte starts to get a perma-grin on her rosy face, and there is a serious curl in one strand of hair.

Just then, I feel the vibration from my cell phone. Pearly has texted me. “Rm 5. I hope u r ready 2 party. 2 more who want 2 watch and??. When do u think u’ll b here?”

Mike snatched the phone from my hand.

“Pearly?? What the hell name is that? Another 2 what? People? This isn’t good, Tori. I really don’t want you to do this.” He balanced between pleading and anger.

“Really, Tori. Why don’t you come home with us?” Mike and I looked at Charlotte, startled. She nodded seriously, concerned. “Really! I don’t want you to be in a dangerous situation.” She looked coy momentarily. She is admittedly bi sexual, but never has come on to me because I prefer men, and she is in a committed relationship. She her doe-y eyes beseech me and she grins like mad. “I’ll spank you, if you want.”

You know how in the latest movies, the picture pauses on one scene and the camera spins around 180* to view a different perspective of the same situation? Yeah, the room went still and we were the only people on the planet. As flattered as I was, I couldn’t help but bust a giggle out loud and shake my head. “Ha! Thank you Chaz, but I don’t think that is the same thing. I don’t want to scare you, or embarrass you. We’re friends, and I want us to stay that way.”

Mike relaxed slightly, but I could tell he was picturing me bent over his petite girlfriend’s knee. The rosy glow hadn’t left his cheeks just yet. Charlotte leaned forward, perhaps unconsciously, pushed her breasts forward over the bar table. Whether I went home with them or not, they were clearly gonna have some wild sex that night. I sipped the dregs of my beer, making it last a little longer.

“I’m serious. I want you to come home with us. I want you to tell me more about what you like. What you do.” Charlotte gripped her empty beer mug with both hands, fondled it with her thumbs. She shifted her eyes between the mug and me. Mike was silent now.

“Charlotte.(pause) I… don’t know. I really don’t want to miss my chance for something that might be great.”

Mike piped in “It might suck too. He might be some jackass loser you wouldn’t look at twice. And who is the other couple? No, you are coming with us. I’ll spank you myself if I have to.” Smirk, nervous fidgeting with his hands. ” Come on, Tori. Don’t do this. He can play with the other 2 whatevers.”

I thought about the riding crop in my backpack, the strap on. It would be fun to watch their faces as I pulled out the toys and explained the techniques and various ways I have used them.

Mike opened my cell phone and replied to Pearly’s text. “later, mate”, then slapped it closed. “Done deal. Lets go get some wine and go home.”

Charlotte and I slowly got up, not really sure about this, but excited and giggly like idiots.

——————–

We sat in their living room, Mike built a fire, and Charlotte poured the wine I gave her from my bag. They curled into each other on the plush couch and I sat in a comfy chair, all watching the flames intently, avoiding the elephant. I didn’t dare take off my fleece yet, just sat there getting hot by the fire. My texts would vibrate and chime every so often, but I didn’t bother to check them. I bent down to take off my tennis shoes.

Finally, Charlotte broke the lead-weighted silence. “Um, yeah, so… how long have you been doing S&M?”

I swung my legs over the arm of the LazyBoy Chair and revealed the fishnets over my toes. “I am more into the B&D than the Sado stuff, really. But I like spankings and biting, tickle bondage, wrestling. Mmm I sometimes play the role of the dominant and sometimes the submissive. My first boyfriend introduced me a few years ago. But he was always dominant, and being a big guy, I could never really ever dominate him. ” I sipped my wine, wiggled my toes by the fire.

“What do you mean, you dominate?” Mike was perplexed. He gripped his wineglass like a video game toggle, stared at my toes.”Do you beat guys up?”

“Ha-ha, no. not really.” I watched his face. “Unless they want me to…. usually, I just tie them up and spank or bite them as much as I think they can take. I sit on their faces or make them do some menial tasks. Sometimes I spank them while I suck on their cocks. I don’t want to hurt so much, just increase the sensations.” Mike met my gaze and squirmed slightly.

Charlotte sat up a little nazillibelediyespor.org straighter. “Wait. But doesn’t it hurt?” She hurries to drink her wine, so to have another glass…

“Yes, a little. I personally don’t want major pain. Some people like to really feel the burn and to be humiliated. But I prefer just to stimulate.

“Also, I like the anticipation factor. Waiting for the hand to strike my ass is infinitely sexy.” I tugged the bottom edge of my fleece. My feet were burning hot now, but I just swiveled them on the ankle some more. I unzipped the fleece just enough to let some air into my cleavage.

Charlotte sat legs crossed under her now, refilling her glass. “Do you use handcuffs and whips? What happens if you don’t like what is happening to you?”

“Well, I have rules, n stuff, of course.” I pulled my backpack up from the floor onto my lap. I unzipped it slowly, feeling their eyes on me. Where is that elephant? I pulled out the handcuffs, feeling that they were the least offensive, the easiest to introduce first. “These are a bit harsh sometimes. I prefer scarves if they are tied correctly.” I tossed the handcuffs at Mike. He looked at them like he held a a dead rat. Charlotte reached over and traced her finger around the metal.

“You have seen handcuffs before, right?” They laughed, a relaxed..

Mike flicked one cuff open and encircled it on Char’s wrist quickly. “Hey!” she laughed.

“You DO have the keys for these, right?” Mike held the other cuff tightly.

I pulled some scarves out of my bag and laid them across the chair arm by my legs. “Maybe” I pulled out the riding crop slowly. They watched me intently then. This was something they were frightened of. I imagined an audible gulp from them, and it made me tingle with power. I held it straight up from my hip, the leather flap at the end flopped over. Then I glanced over to the couch. “Wanna test this?”

“Can I see it?” Charlotte reached out with her un-cuffed hand. I met her reach and watched her inspect it.

“Slap your wrist with it, Char.” I urged. I stood to get a wine refill. I hovered at the end of couch, waiting for her to test it, pouring my wine. She tentatively smacked the outside of her cuffed wrist. “Would you like me to show you? I wont do it hard, but it should sting a little.” I put my hand out.

She just sat and stared, torn between yes and no. Eventually, she handed over the crop.

“Turn your arm over; your wrist is more sensitive than the back of your arm.” She held out the un-cuffed arm, wrist up.

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“ooh!” She pulled her wrist back tight to her breast. Mike smiled briefly.

“Did that really hurt?” I said.

Charlotte rubbed her wrist against her shirt. “Actually no, not really. I think I reacted more to the shock than the sting.”

“Thatta girl. Once I got over the initial shock, it was easier to relax and enjoy it.” I looked at Mike, “You next? Hold out your wrist.”

He shook his head, “No way! Let me do it to you.” He twisted and turned the handcuff in his hand.

I shifted my weight and bawked at him. “uhh!! I will eventually get you to like this. Don’t be a baby. Hold out your wrist. It will only sting a moment max.” I smacked the crop against my jeans slightly harder than what I had inflicted on Charlotte. “don’t be afraid.”

He wouldn’t budge. “Nope. Nuthin doin.” He leaned over to kiss Charlotte lightly and placed the other cuff on Charlotte’s available wrist. “I’m just waiting until you girls get undressed, so we can go to bed.”

“Chicken!” I said. “I ‘m gonna take Charlotte up to the room and give her a private demonstration.” I took a hold of Char’s handcuffs in the middle. “Kiss her goodbye until I’m done with her.”

His eyes widened with lust, he played a scenario in his head immediately. Pausing only for a second, he followed my order: he kissed his girl hard, and long on the mouth. Until I pulled the cuffs up, and Char off the couch. Any reluctance was just for show. She was excited. I handed her the bottle of wine to carry. I grabbed the scarves and my backpack, and led her up the stairs and into the bedroom.

Part 2:

“Kneel on the bed.”

Charlotte knelt on the bed, ankles crossed. She placed her arms on her lap, wrists out, like displaying the handcuffs to me. I unzipped my fleece, revealing my purple satin corset and all its stiff ribs. It pushed my 36C breasts up high, pulled my waist in tight. Charlotte watched admiringly; her eyes found every freckle across my shoulders down my arms. I opened my fly slowly and pushed my jeans down. Guarder suspenders held fishnet leggings in place. Shiny purple panties dark against my milky skin.

“This is all about trust. I’m only gonna do some mild stuff to you. If I hurt you, tell me to stop. If you want more, then say so.” I twisted a blindfold in my hands. “This is something called sensory deprivation. I am going to put a blindfold and ear plugs on you. Do you trust me?”

She shrugged at first, then nodded.

“No, Do you trust me? Tell me.”

She looked me in the eye, “Yes. I do trust you.” She nodded again, sincere.

” I know you have been with girls before, so that part wont be so new to you. Even though it is kinda new to me. I just want to introduce you to other sensations. And, I need you to say yes or no. You need to be vocal. Tell me that you want me to blindfold you.”

She nodded. “It’s OK You can blindfold me.” She adjusted her legs one by one.

“No. Tell me that you want me to blindfold you.” I was stern, but sincere. I stretched the blindfold out in front of her, tempting.

Her eyes were on my panties; she darted her tongue out briefly, then bit the bottom lip. “I want you to blindfold me.” She whispered.

“Excellent. I thought you’d never ask” I smiled, then moved to stand just before her. She stared at my breasts shoved up high towards her face, before I slipped the blindfold over her eyes.

“Do you want me to cover your ears?”

Like a good girl, “Will you cover my ears?”

Then, I massaged an ear plug thin, I leaned over and breathed slowly in her left ear. I grazed my teeth across the outer curve, and slipped the rubber plug in. She sighed. I did the same with the right ear. Charlotte adjusted her legs on the bed again, raising them and holding her tiptoes on the floor.

Laying my backpack next to us, I knelt on the bed behind Charlotte, each leg on either side of her.. I ran my fingers through her dark curls, fingernails light on the scalp. I pushed the hair away from her neck, and ran my lips over the nape. Tongue lightly touching at the base. Then back up. I moved her hair to the other side, and ran my lips over the other side. I pulled her hair up into a pony tail intertwined with my fingers. I pushed her head down, kissing the back of her neck.

Then I bit her.

Not too hard, but it got her attention. She grunted with desire. I continued biting her neck, the nape, the ear, slowly. I heard her slurp, she was salivating. I gripped her hair a little harder and pulled her head back, I bit the tender space just under the jaw. Charlotte moved her arms back and forth over her lap.

I moved back and bit a little harder beneath the ear, testing her. She moaned and opened her mouth, she was way into it now, lustful.

I released her hair, but continued to bite her neck and shoulder. I massaged her shoulders, and down her back, up and down her arms. I reached around and unbuttoned the top button of her shirt. She leaned her head against my face now, pushing into my teeth on her neck. I bit a little harder. She yelped, but stayed in place. My tongue worked the fold of skin between my teeth, as I continued to unbutton. I pulled the shirt open and back over her shoulders. I could see her heart thump against her chest. Her breasts heavy and pushing against the peach lace bra, nipples already erect through the fabric.

I pulled the straps down off her shoulders. She shrugged her shoulders forward, pushing her breasts together. I pulled the shoulders back, massaging them back into a relaxed pose. She moaned, she wanted me to touch her tits. She wanted the bra off. Eh, but that is the beauty of dominance.

Instead I moved my hands down her sides, across her flat belly. Touching lightly.

Then a pinch on the side.

“oh!”

I pinched again, just under the navel.

“Mmm” she moaned.

I bit into her shoulder. And ran my tongue across her upper back. Then I pressed my chest up again her back, smashing my overstuffed breasts against her. I pushed my hands down her outer thighs, down her skirt. My fingers traced over the knees and up the inside of her thighs, pulling her skirt up some. I circled her thighs again, following the same path as before, pulling that skirt up higher.

I pressed my fingers to her inner thighs, pulling them apart. She quickly obliged, spreading her knees as wide as she could, pushing her skirt up high. I slapped her inner thighs, and she tried to close them up again. But I held on, pulling them wide. Charlotte relinquished. I slapped them again, and she kept her knees open.

Without knocking, Mike opened the door. And instant hard-on pushed his trousers forward. With my eyes, I indicated for him to sit in the chair across from the bed. He started to speak, but I shook my head for him to be quiet and not interfere. He closed the door, and took his seat, eyes wide and glassy.

I unfastened Charlotte’s bra, and let it slide down her arms. Her breasts swayed, and she pushed them forward with desire. I grabbed her breasts, held them, weighed them. I pulled and swiveled the nipples, until she moaned again. I pinched them a little harder, pulling them towards Mike. Charlotte was in ecstasy, and rolled her head back and forth on my shoulder.

I released them abruptly and rolled my finger for Mike to come closer. I pushed Charlotte forward, and raised her butt off her ankles. I bent her over, and her breasts swayed into Mike’s mouth. She gasped, quickly moved her shackled hands to his shoulders for support. Mike so full of desire, sucked each nipple, and pinched them as I had done.

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A few days had passed since I visited Jessica and her family at the hospital where her mother was getting her ankle checked out. I went back to visit a few more times, partially to make sure the mother was okay but also to see if I could talk to my former lover alone. Unfortunately Jessica was standoffish and I didn’t get the opportunity. I was bummed. I was really hoping to at least talk to her once. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be a possibility.

My crew had recovered my boat and were busy fixing it up. There was a bit of minor damage to the hull and some leaking along with a few other things that needed to be repaired. I estimated that it would be at least a week before my boat was in good working order again. Since my boat was out of commission, I decided catch up on paperwork at my shop. I did my best to consume myself in work and try to forget the young girl that I had made such unbridled and passionate love to.

Then a few days later, much to my surprise, she came back into my life. The door to my shop had opened, I looked up to see Jessica waking through the door. My heart skipped a beat seeing her again. She was like a tanned goddess and I was her disciple. God she looked beautiful. Jessica was in a pink and white stripped tank top, a short frilly white skirt and a pair of black flip flops. It was such a mundane thing to wear here on Aruba but she made it look so damn irresistible. But in my opinion, she could make anything look sexy!

My heart was pounding hard. I think my lust, my yearning for this young girl had turned into something more. Without hesitation, I got up from behind the counter and walked towards her. I felt giddy just seeing her back in my life. I moved towards her with a swagger that was more appropriate for a 20 year old boy than that of a 58 year old dyke.

Jessica started to say, “I’m… I’m sorry that I…”

But before she could finish I hushed her lips and said, “Shh. Let’s not ruin this moment with words.”

Then I pulled her body into mine. She gasped slightly. Her smaller feminine frame contrasted my larger more masculine body. I inhaled Jessica’s sweet perfume, she smelled like a woman should, sweet and pure with a hint of naughtiness. I put my hand behind her neck and guided her head towards me and kissed her luscious lips with all the passion and desire that had been building in me since I had first made love to her.

As our lips met in our passionate embrace, Jessica wrapped her arms around my neck and opened her mouth, inviting me in. Our tongues met and danced across each other as we kissed. Over the next couple of minutes, we continued kissing right in the middle of my shop where anyone could walk through the door at any moment. But neither of us seemed to care. We were oblivious to the outside world. I was in a state of bliss, simply kissing the beautiful young woman in my arms.

Feeling Jessica’s supple body in my arms again made me feel so young, so vibrant. God, I wanted her. I wanted her badly! It took every ounce of self-control that I had to keep myself from dropping to my knees and sticking my head underneath her skirt and eat her out right then and there. But as much as I wanted to take her at that very moment, I didn’t want to repeat past mistakes and give her another reason to run away after making love to her. I wanted her to be mine and have her give herself to me completely. I wanted this little girl to be my woman.

When the kissing finally subsided, I whispered in her ear, “I missed you baby! I didn’t think I would see you ever again. I would’ve thought that you would be home by now.”

“We’re staying in Aruba for a few more days, until my mom’s ankle heals up a bit more. …I…I missed you too. I’m sorry I freaked out. I just…I don’t know. I’m still so confused. I’ve got a boyfriend and I’m not gay…but ….” Said Jessica.

Smiling confidently, I said “…But there’s something about me, isn’t there? I stirred something inside of you, didn’t I baby? You don’t quite understand it, but it’s there.”

Jessica sheepishly responded. “…Yes.”

I held her tightly in my strong arms, then I lightly kissed her nose and her lips before finally saying. “I know that you feel confused right now baby. I think that’s natural. But you can’t deny that there’s something between us. Why else would you come back to me? Come out with me tonight. Let me show you around and see where the night takes us.”

“I…I don’t know…” said Jessica hesitantly.

“C’mon baby. Take a chance. I’ll be a gentleman, I promise!” I said with with an air of confidence in my voice.

Still unsure, Jessica said. “But I’ve got a boyfriend! And you’re so much older than me! And…and you’re a woman and I’m straight!!! I just don’t know.”

“Sweetie, I’m not asking you to marry me. I’m just asking you to go out with me tonight. Besides, age ain’t nothing but a number to me. And yes, I’m a woman. But you know what? I can treat you better than any man. And I would be a better lover to you than samsun escort any man could ever be!” I said.

My 19 year old lover was silent for a minute. I could tell she was thinking long and hard about it. She looked confused. But finally she acquiesced and said. “Okay, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to get to know you at least.”

I smiled and kissed Jessica on the lips. Then we finally made arrangements for me to pick her up around 6:30 at her hotel. Shortly thereafter, Jessica left my shop. I quickly closed up for the day and rushed home to get ready for the evening. I went home and showered. Then I went through my clothes, looking for something to impress my young college coed.

I thought about wearing a suit and tie but decided that it was too formal. I decided on something a little more casual yet stylish. First I put on my strapon harness, I attached a realistic looking silicon dildo that had veins and even a pair of balls. It was 7 inches long. Then I put on over my strapon a pair of boxer briefs to keep my erection from getting in the way. There would be an obvious bulge but it wouldn’t be too bad. After that I decided on wearing a pair of tan dockers, a purple undershirt, an orange long sleeve button up shirt with a black tie, a brown belt and a pair of brown dress shoes. I also put on my best cologne for the evening. I combed my short salt and pepper colored hair. I thought I looked pretty damn handsome for a 58 year old butch. I just hoped my date would have the same opinion. By the time I had finished getting ready, it was time for me to go and pick up my date.

I was looking forward to my evening out with Jessica. I hadn’t been on a date in a long time. I was a little nervous but excited, I could feel my anticipation grow. I parked my car in the parking lot and headed into the hotel. It was a hot and humid evening. I called up to her room, she said she would be right down. I waited for what felt like an eternity. Then suddenly, I heard a man’s voice behind me. Startled, I turned around. It was Jessica’s father.

“Well captain, it’s a surprise to see you again! What are you doing here?” He said.

I reached out and shook his hand and replied. “It’s a small island. You never can tell who you’re going to bump into around here.”

Smiling he said. “Well that’s the truth. So what are you doing here?”

Part of me wanted to tell him that I was going to take his little girl out. That I was going to make his little girl my woman. I was going to wine and dine her and possibly take her to bed. But instead, I told him. “I’m just catching up with an acquaintance tonight. I didn’t realize that you were still in town.”

“Just for a couple more days is all. Well it was great seeing you again! I need to get going. Take care.” He said.

Somewhat relived that he had finally left, I said. “Good night and good-bye sir.”

A few minutes later Jessica stepped out of the elevator. This little girl took my breath away. I felt like I had hit the lottery and was going to have a heart attack all at the same time! She was dressed to kill. She wore a black mini dress that had a very revealing neckline. In fact, it plunged just slightly below her belly button and yet her dress was still able to cover her full breasts. As revealing as her dress was, it still looked classy. Jessica look around and finally saw me. She started to make her way towards me. I could see the glint of her belly button ring at a distance. As she came closer, I noticed her black, open toed stilettos. Her toe nails were painted pink and wore a ring on her right index toe. My crotch tightened just staring at her beautiful body.

I smiled at her and said. “You look beautiful tonight!”

Jessica smiled back and said. “Thank you.”

“I have something for you sweetie.” I said.

Inquisitively, she asked. “What is it?”

I reached into my pocket and presented her with a gold necklace. “This.”

She said. “I can’t accept this!”

“Please baby. I’m old fashioned. I’m used to giving my dates a gift. Please, for me?” I pleaded.

Jessica finally relented, she smiled and said. “Ok.”

I turned her around. Then I noticed that her dress was backless. I could see the tattoo on the small of her back. Damn, this girl knew how to dress sexy! Once I finally put her necklace on I had her turn around. Admiring her in all her beauty, I said. “Wow, you are gorgeous!”

She smiled and said. “Thanks.”

Smiling back at her I said. “Well let’s get going babe.”

As we walked out of the lobby, I reached for Jessica’s hand. She hesitated for a moment. She didn’t take my hand until we were outside of the hotel. I guess she didn’t want to risk her parents seeing us holding hands. We made small talk and I told her a few jokes to ease the tension as we walked to my car. I opened the door for her, admiring her gorgeous figure as she got in. I took Jessica to one of my favorite restaurants.

I had reserved a secluded area of the restaurant for Jessica samsunkurdu.com and me. Being friends with the Maitre d’ has its benefits. My friend took us to our table. The somewhat dimly lit table was lighted with candles and adjacent to the table was bottle of champaign. I pulled out the chair for Jessica to sit and seated her as any gentleman would and then I sat across from her. The table was perfect for lovers. It was big enough to serve us our dinner but yet small enough for intimate contact. I stared at the young woman across from me. I tried not to make it too obvious but I couldn’t help but stare at her beautiful body in that skimpy dress.

I complimented Jessica on how hot she looked in her outfit. She thanked me. Then I reached across the table and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. After that I poured her a glass of champaign. Jessica asked me if it was legal for her to drink here. I laughed and told her that she was fine. The drinking age in Aruba was 18. Since she was 19, there was no problem. I reached my left hand across the table and intertwined my fingers with Jessica’s. We talked for a bit and told her some dirty jokes while we waited for our food to arrive. I admired her demure figure and her full breasts that were barely covered by her dress. My crotch was throbbing for her.

I reached my right hand under the table and started to caress her soft smooth leg. Jessica stopped talking for a moment, she had a surprised look on her face as she felt my hand. Then after a moment, she smiled. With an unspoken acknowledgement of her approval, I continued gently stroking my hand up and down the side of her supple leg. Finally, our dinner had arrived. We ate and drank and talked some more.

“I can’t believe that you’re going out with me tonight!” I said.

Jessica said. “I know! It’s kinda crazy!!!”

“And yet, here we are babe. You and me together tonight. Enjoying each other’s company. And you know what? I’m enjoying each and every moment of it!” I told her.

Smiling she said. “Yeah, I’m enjoying it too!”

I thought for a moment about what I wanted to say next. “You know I’m just curious. But what made you decide to come back to my shop and see me again? You were pretty hesitant about talking to me along after our time on the island.”

“I’m sorry.” She said. “I was kinda freaked out after that. I was never with a woman before. It was just all really… I don’t know. I guess it was too much.”

Curious, I asked her. “Then what was it that made you come and visit me?”

“I don’t know. There’s just something about you that just made me want to see you again.” Jessica said.

Smiling, I said. “Oh really? Like what?”

Jessica blushed and replied. “Well, I…I think it’s because you are so confident. I can feel it from you. Like on the island, you took charge and knew what to do and you did it. And I think you’re handsome too.”

“Really?” I said.

“Yeah. I’ve always been kinda attracted to older men. I know you’re not a man, but you’ve got that ruggedness to you that is sexy.” She said.

I laughed and half joking I said to her. “Well I do have that effect on women.”

Feeling frisky, I leaned over the table and kissed Jessica on the lips. I paused for a second and looked deeply into her eyes and kissed her again. With her mouth partially open, I slipped my tongue inside and kissed her for a few more minutes. I loved kissing her. She had such soft full lips. I sat back down. We looked at each other smiling.

“Well I think we’re done eating. Don’t you?” I said.

She smiled and said.”Yes.”

“Good. Cause I want to take you out dancing babe.” I said.

We waited for the check to come and I dutifully paid the bill. Then we got up and left the restaurant. I wrapped my arm around Jessica’s slim waist, holding her close to me. We got to my car. Jessica was standing in front of the passenger side door. She turned around to face me. I put my arms on either side of her and pressed my body into hers, pushing her against the car. She could feel the buldge in my dockers.

“What’s that?” She asked.

I smiled and said. “A surprise for later.”

Then I leaned in and kissed Jessica passionately. A few people walked by us as we kissed. An elderly couple glared at us but I couldn’t care less. In fact I kinda liked the idea of the whole world seeing us making out like we were. It made an old butch like me feel like quite the stud. Part of me wanted to defile this young, would-be straight girl in front of the world. I wanted everyone to see that this young girl was all mine!

Finally we arrived at one of the local night clubs. It was a slow night in there. There weren’t more than 50 people there. Jessica looked a little disappointed, but I didn’t care. As long as she was in my arms, I was happy. We found a table and sat down. I ordered us a few drinks. I had a few beers and Jessica had some sangrias and we both had a couple of shots of tequila. Needless to say, were were both a little drunk at that point.

That’s when we both decided to go out on the dance floor and start dancing. The lights were flashing, the music was loud and the bass was bumping. Jessica and I danced to the beat. She swayed her body seductively for me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I put my hands on her hips as we danced. We stared into each others eyes smiling. I looked down to see her hips swaying to and from. I could see the glint of her belly button ring as we danced. She was so hot in that dress of hers! I leaned in to try and give her a kiss but Jessica smiled and turned her head. I smiled back, she was playing hard to get.

We stayed on the dance floor for another song. It was a really fast song. Jessica had me stand there as she danced for me. Her body moved gracefully to the beat. She turned her back to me, swaying her hips. She back up to me, grinding her lovely ass against my crotch. My groin was throbbing as she ground herself against me. Jessica reached her right arm back, putting her right hand on the back of my neck. I put my hands around her trim waist and moved my body in unison with hers. She was making me so horny, feeling her young, perfect body grinding against mine. I licked and kissed the side of her neck. Jessica’s right hand gripped the back of my neck a little tighter as I kissed her.

Once the song had ended, Jessica excused herself to go to the restroom. I went back to our table to rest. I was a little tired from the dancing. But I was also feeling horny, my body was tingling. I wanted her young body so bad! I decided to go to the restroom as well.

I walked into the restroom to find Jessica at the sink washing up. I looked around to find that she and I were alone. She looked up and saw me, she smiled. I smiled back to her. Like a heat seeking missile, I headed straight for her. I pulled her in tight against my body and kissed her deeply. God, I felt like a teenager again. I just couldn’t keep my hands off of her. I pulled my little girl into one of the stalls at the far end of the restroom for a little privacy. I pushed her up against the wall, sliding my tongue into her mouth as we kissed. I ground my crotch against hers while we made out.

I pulled the material that covered Jessica’s breasts to each side. God they were so perfect! My hands fondled her tits as we continued to passionately kiss. I could feel her nipples getting hard under my expert touch. My mouth was watering, staring at the perfection that was her body. I started to kiss my way down, kissing her neck softly, then kissing her collar bone and then I started to kiss her gorgeous breasts. I ran my tongue over her luscious breasts. My tongue circled her erect nipple before I finally took it into my hungry mouth.

I stared up at my love as I began to suckle from her breast. My tanned beauty stared deeply into my eyes. My hands fondled her other breast as I sucked on her nipple. Her breath was slightly labored. I would take turns lightly bitting on her nipple and flicking my tongue at it as sucked on her breasts. Jessica caressed my face and ran her fingers through my hair. Feeling her soft touch was only getting me hornier.

I dropped to my knees and stared up into my young lovers eyes. We smiled at each other. I brought my hands to either side of her smooth supple legs. I slowly guided my hands up underneath Jessica’s black micro dress. My fingers found the think straps of her black g-string panties. Jessica smiled as I started to pull her panties down. I pulled them down to her ankles, then my young lover lifted her legs up so I could take them off. I put them in my pocket.

Jessica spread her legs apart and leaned against the wall. I hiked her skirt up above her hips. With her waxed pussy in clear view, I brought my head close to her sex. I let her feel my warm breath against her skin. I inhaled her scent. It was intoxicating. Jessica put her hands on the back of my head. She pulled my head towards her crotch. I smiled, happy to oblige her.

I circled my tongue around her pussy, flicking it against her clit. Then I put my lips on Jessica’s already moist sex, kissing it tenderly. Jessica let out a little moan. I tasted her succulent juices on my lips. Ravenous now, I put my hands on her hips, clutching her tightly ant taking her pussy into my hungry mouth. I drove my tongue deep inside her young body, flicking it inside her.

With a gasp, Jessica arched her back and brought her hips up in better position for my eager mouth. I felt her juices flow into my mouth. I went wild, lapping up her sweet nectar. My little girl put her hands on the back of my head, holding me tightly against her hot pussy. I looked up at my young lover. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks were flushed red. I kept up my assault on her delicious pussy. My tongue was deep inside her, flicking wildly. Her body was on the verge of cumming. I could feel her body tighten up. Then I felt the muscles on inner walls of her vagina start to flutter and then tighten around my tongue. Then a torrent of her juices came rushing into my mouth. I greedily drank up her essence. After a few minutes, Jessica’s body finished climaxing. I lapped up every last ounce of her juices.

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This story is for my boy Nick, and is closely based on him. I changed a little, but not too much of his character for this fictional story. I hope you enjoy this Nick, my good boy.

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“Sorry, I got the call just before I got here. Is it cool if I take it and get to it after I run to work and physically replace that server I told them was going to fail?” Luke lifted the laptop in one hand.

“Sure, go ahead. Must be big if they are calling you in on a Saturday.” Nick responded, glad his friend was still willing to work on the messed up laptop.

“Yeah, some physical stuff we can’t do by logging in at home. I’m going straight there. Hate to, but I gotta run.”

“Go, I’ll catch you later.”

“Later bud.” Luke rushed out to his car, putting Nick’s laptop on the passenger seat.

The work problem wasn’t that much of an issue, but some executives were twittering about it, so Luke’s boss called him in to show they were on it. Luke did what was needed, and headed back home, grabbing drive-through on the way.

Sitting at his desk, he opened up Nick’s laptop. Nothing came up on the screen. Probably a power issue. Closing the lid, Luke flipped it over and undid the casing. Shortly, he had found the problem and was able to fix it. It turned on, and booted up. Nick had taped his password to the edge, and Luke connected to his network and pulled up the browser. It asked if he wanted to restore pages. On automatic, he clicked “OK”. Several tabs opened up and Luke gave them a quick scan. Nothing really out of the ordinary. Except one tab. Luke clicked it. A site called . Now that wasn’t expected, and Luke sat up a bit. Auto-login was enabled, so Luke took a look. It was a social network for kinky people. Luke poked around a bit and discovered his dick was poking up. Not surprising as Luke had a long history of dominating the men he bedded. There was a lot of stuff on this site that went even further than Luke did. He was going to have to spend more time getting ideas.

Luke leaned back and considered things. Nick wasn’t very computer savvy, so shutting down the browser would erase what he had looked at. Luke did that and turned off the machine. He pulled his own out. Grabbing a beer and flopping on the sofa, Luke created a profile “BrainyAnd***ung”. After all, he was brainy, and he was hung. It was bound to get Nick’s attention, and spent a few hours looking around on the site. At some point a plan began to form in his head. A good plan. Luke got creating and expanding his connections there, as that was needed for the next part.

Luke returned Nick’s laptop the next day and they sat around drinking beers and watching ESPN. Luke stole a couple looks at Nick, for the first time thinking of him in a sexual way. Nick had a great personality and looked like Freddie Prinze, Jr. Luke let a smile cross his face as he thought about getting Nick to suck his dick. After all, that was what Nick was cruising for on the fetish site. A man’s dick to suck. And more than only suck, he wanted to be cuckolded with his girlfriend and forced to do things. Luke was going to have Nick between his thighs and a whole lot more.

Over the next few weeks Luke watched Nick on the network. He would come on every few days, like some pictures and occasionally post text. Luke joined most of the same groups and posted in some of the same groups, so Nick would see his handle. Finally Nick made a post Luke could post a direct response to, so he did. A few days later they friended each other. Luke messaged Nick and started a conversation.

The first exchange of messages went well, and communication continued over time. Luke probed for things about Nick, and Nick responded, glad to have a man talking to him. At some point, Nick revealed he almost got to meet up with a guy.

BrainyAnd***ung: So you got close to meeting that guy and he bugged out?

Beta***ick: Yeah, was a while back. Not had a lot of luck since then.

BrainyAnd***ung: Poor boy, craving cock and not able to get any.

Beta***ick: Yeah…..

BrainyAnd***ung: Noticed you’re not too far from me, if that’s where you actually are, I could just see you getting down on your knees, opening your mouth, making me happy.

Beta***ick: I’d do it, show you what I’m willing to do for you.

BrainyAnd***ung: How much will you do to prove it to me? Prove you are worthy to suck my cock.

Beta***ick: Tell me & I’ll do it, I’ll be the best beta you ever had.

Beta***ick: Look, I know I said I’d do anything. Got really hot. The pic of your dick turns me on like you wouldn’t believe. But I can’t be exposed. Show my face, or meet up with someone who would know me. I can’t have my friends & family seeing me do this.

BrainyAnd***ung: Hmmm. I don’t usually like it when betas tell me they can’t do things, but I understand. You’ll have to do some extra work to prove yourself. Then I’ll let you take a swing on this samsun escort long dick. Just imagine it sliding between your lips, the taste, the feel.

Beta***ick: I’m hard thinking of it…so hard.

BrainyAnd***ung: And that other fantasy of yours, maybe I could fuck your girlfriend for you. Sit you tied up in a corner, mount her and give her the pounding of a lifetime. Something you could never do.

Beta***ick: oooo Sir you are so right, that would be your right to do. Anytime you wanted. I am sure you could satisfy her like I never could.

BrainyAnd***ung: Yes, it would be right. Whatever I want, whenever I want it.

Beta***ick: Yes Sir, that’s right, anything for you.

BrainyAnd***ung: Anything, how about a pic of your dick? Let me see what I’m taking control of.

Beta***ick: Yes Sir.

Beta***ick: I’m so fucking nervous doing this.

BrainyAnd***ung: You can do it beta, make your boss happy.

Beta***ick: Sir, I can’t attach a picture here. It wont let me.

BrainyAnd***ung: I have a gmail account at BrainyAnd***ung.

Nick took a picture of his junk, having to concentrate to hold his hands steady as he was shaking with anxiety. He sat staring at the screen before he hit send, having had to get a stiff drink to gather the courage. He had never considered he would do something like this. He was surprised at himself for doing it at all. This was so far out of anything he had ever done before. Nick was always pretending to be a man in charge, but inside he wanted to obey orders. Something about this guy really reached into him. Nick had gotten to suck a dick once on vacation, and had been craving it more and more ever since. had been his best bet, but Nick hadn’t found someone close enough and at the same time far enough away he wouldn’t run into them on the street. Damn, Nick needed a cock in his mouth.

Across town, Luke grinned when the email arrived. Nick had done it, sent his cock and balls out. Luke would push Nick to do more and more until he was kneeling sucking his cock. It would be so nice to have the alpha-pretender there. Nick had always seemed confident, in charge. Checking out his profile told a different story. Nick liked to be bossed around, wanted to be a cuckold. And most of all wanted to suck a dick. Luke was amazed Nick was so submissive. He had followed Nick’s posts and likes for a while to get a good feel for what was happening in the secret corners of his mind. It was going to make victory so much sweeter.

The next day Luke pulled the picture of Nick’s junk back up and looked at it. Luke outclassed him in a big way, so this was going to be fun. He messaged Nick on asking if he was up for his next task to prove he was worthy of sucking a real man’s dick. Luke had decided he was going to play with Nick a bit. See what he could make the boy do before getting rewarded with dick.

A few hours later Nick responded that he was. Luke didn’t know for sure how much Nick was twisted inside at admitting he would do more. Getting to have the man who seemed so confident figuratively fall to his knees was giving Luke more of a boner than he expected. Luke had dominated his sexual partners for years, but this was a whole new experience, a whole new way to be in charge.

Luke made Nick wait for the task. He had planned what it would be, and knew the delay would make Nick desire it more. Luke sent the message at 2 AM. In the conversations that had occurred between them, Nick had mentioned that his family had a real estate firm, owning several properties in the area. That was part of Luke’s plan.

BrainyAnd***ung: OK boy, go to one of the empty buildings your family is trying to rent out at night. Go in, strip naked and take some pictures. Send them to me. You can keep your face out of them since I know you’re a real pussy. Do it for me and my cock. The same cock you can almost taste.

Looking at the message Nick felt his guts go cold. But the draw of dick was so great. If he did that it would be closer to getting a cock, if this guy was serious. They had been talking back and forth and it had been going well. It was like BrainyAnd***ung really knew him. It felt so good to be talking to someone about wanting cock, and other things. Nick was torn, but the desire was so great, he would do anything to get it.

That night Nick tried to sleep. The orders ran around and around in his head. He could not sleep. In the early hours of the morning, Nick got out of bed. He wasn’t going to be able to sleep at all. Getting dressed, he grabbed his set of work keys and drove through dark streets to one of the empty warehouses his family business owned. One that did not have fancy security, so there were no cameras or alarm systems that would log his entry. Nick had brought a camping lantern but didn’t turn it on until he was away from the window in the door. Nick was smart enough not to want to have some passing cop see a light sneaking out. He had parked his car unobtrusively samsunkurdu.com to reduce anyone raising an eyebrow.

Nick turned on the lantern when he was far enough in, having passed a gray divider. Hearing his footsteps echo and feeling the empty air squeezed his brain with what he was about to do. He found a corner, put down the lantern and propped his phone against it. His nervousness rising, he kicked off his shoes and pulled off the golf shirt he was wearing. Pulling his socks off, Nick felt the cement on his bare feet. The chill and grittiness really emphasized how he was stripping for a man, at a man’s command, to entertain the man. Nick’s very soul felt like it was being exposed as he removed his pants. He stood completely naked in the empty warehouse and took a deep breath. He was doing this, doing it for his Master, for the hopes of sucking cock.

Nick reached for his cock, already hard. He was conflicted. His cock felt so good doing this for such a commanding man. The desire to please the man overwhelmed his fear and trepidation. As difficult as it was, the drive to obey was so much greater.

Nick reached for his pants, pulling a thin silk ski mask out of a pocket. Nick looked at it. Should he do this without the mask? Could he reveal more than his body? Let this man see his face, know who he is? BrainyAnd***ung would discover it when (if) he sucked the man off. Could he do it maskless now? No, too early. Part of Nick really wanted to expose himself completely. But the fear the video would leak out stopped him. Nick put on the mask and started his phone to record.

Backing up to the wall, so he was entirely in the frame, Nick started to pull on his dick. So hard, Nick was so hard, he had never gotten so stiff so fast. A few strokes had Nick ready to shoot. His eyes widened in the realization that he was going to be pressed to make this last. As he was considering backing off and making this last longer he went over the edge and his cum shot out, splattering on the floor in front of him.

The orgasm was powerful, knocking the wind out of Nick’s body. He bent forward, his right hand coming up, cum dripping from the fingers. Nick gasped, and a shudder rocketed through his body. It was so intense. He had never cum like that in his life. Not as a boy first discovering his dick, not when he wanked, not even when he fucked a woman. Never. Doing this, obeying a man in hopes of sucking, that was it. It was the cause of the best he had ever had. Here, in an empty warehouse, doing as he was told.

Nick fell to his knees and fumbled to end the recording, breathing heavy. Nick stared at his phone. He had done it, he had gotten naked in a warehouse and recorded himself jacking off and he was going to send it to a man. Even coming off the high did not dull Nick’s resolve. He would send it to the man on the other end of this as soon as he got home.

Nick rushed to dress and scrambled to his car, going a bit faster than he should to get home. Shaking he sent the video and that was a feeling almost as good as cumming. He knew he could not recall the message, it was sent. Gone, it was in BrainyAnd***ung hands now. A wave of relief washed over him. Nick had expected regret, but he was overjoyed to have proven his submission to this man.

After waking later that morning, Luke broke into a wide grin to realize Nick had sent a video. That was sooner than he expected. Luke interrupted his schedule to download and watch it. The speed and explosiveness of Nick’s performance astounded Luke, the boy was more into this than Luke expected, much more. Judging from his actions, Nick wasn’t expecting to find it so erotic either. Perfect. Luke would be able to get Nick to do a lot of this, simply to earn the right to swing on his dick. Luke fired off a message saying he was pleased and how did Nick feel after doing it.

The response came a few hours later:

“Sir – I can’t believe I came so quick. I hardly touched my dick at all. I’ve never shot like that, it drained me. Really drained, like you read about. I’ve never come like that, not with anybody. It was like the best thing. I can’t stop thinking about it. I jerked off this morning and I’m still hard. I can’t get my mind off of it. I’m going to have to take the afternoon off so I can jerk off again. So happy you liked it, and you’re pleased with your beta and will hope you’ll reward your beta and let him suck your dick over and over again – Nick”

Luke was surprised at the speed of the response. Nick must have logged on with this phone at work. Something he had sworn he would never do just two weeks ago. Now he couldn’t resist. Luke knew he was getting his hooks into Nick deep.

Sure enough, Nick emailed that he had taken the afternoon to go home and beat off. Luke replied with an order for Nick to stay naked. After dinner, Luke got confirmation that Nick had not put any clothes on and toyed with the idea of sending Nick out again. Nick had beat off three times already, and was commenting that he was still horny. It was dark, Luke stood at the window and looked at the city in the general direction of Nick’s house.

Thinking back on it, Nick might seem to be in charge, but Luke knew now he wasn’t. Outside of this charade Luke made, they were friends, but not very close. A few invitations to cook outs or to watch a game with others. Not to hang out together alone much. There was a group getting together at Nick’s on Sunday in fact. Luke hadn’t responded to the invitation yet. He would have to be sure to go.

Luke got on a chat as BrainyAnd***ung with Nick, asking about the afternoon.

BrainyAnd***ung: Got all horny doing that for me, did you beta?

Beta***ick: Yes, Boss, very horny. I

Beta***ick: I’m still horny.

BrainyAnd***ung: I want you to do something for me, more proof you deserve it.

Beta***ick: Anything!

Right then, Luke texted Nick. “Hey bro – gonna make it to your place Sunday for the game. Be there about kickoff.”

Beta***ick: Oh fuck, Luke just texted me.

BrainyAnd***ung: Who’s Luke?

Beta***ick: Buddy of mine. Real smart.

Beta***ick: I think he’s got a big dick. I check him out. There is a bulge…..

Luke smiled at that. Hearing what Nick thought of him was the reason that text went when it did.

BrainyAnd***ung: Maybe you’ll get to blow him.

Beta***ick: Maybe. I don’t know. Never see him with a girl.

BrainyAnd***ung: Doesn’t mean anything. Do you know him well?

Beta***ick: Not really. He’s got a good ass. I’d love to lick it.

BrainyAnd***ung: Rim it.

Beta***ick: Yeah rim it. I told you I like rimming my girlfriends.

BrainyAnd***ung: You did.

BrainyAnd***ung: So you’d rim this dude?

Beta***ick: Yea. Want his cock more. Any cock.

BrainyAnd***ung: You are such a cockhound.

They chatted more, Luke getting to know the beta even better, having started to submit to Luke, Nick was falling hard. It was going to make game day very interesting. Luke decided not to send Nick out on a new task tonight, to let what he had done sink in more.

The following day, Nick emailed that he had jerked off again when he woke up, even before a shower. Luke decided he had to send Nick on a new adventure that evening. After dark, BrainyAnd***ung messaged Nick with new orders. Jerk off at a warehouse again. This time outside.

Nick struggled with that. It was one thing to go into an empty building his family owned. Another to be outside jerking off. But the excitement of the first task had not left him and he was becoming more desperate every day for a cock. He paced around his home, before and after he had replied that he would. He couldn’t sleep, Nick had decided he needed to wait at least until after midnight, and he was going over all the places his family had property to pick one to do this. He was pretty sure he had it, and at 11:57 PM he headed for his car. Close enough to midnight.

Nick made the drive, nervous and excited. The excitement was certainly winning over the nervousness. Nick could hardly believe it, he felt more excited to do this than the last one. Was it the hope of cock, or the risk of exposure he felt more? He could not tell. It did not matter. He’d prove he was worthy to suck BrainyAnd***ung dick.

This warehouse had a big lot for trucks. Nick had to park a block away, and wearing a hoodie and ball cap to obscure his features. There were cameras on this lot. Tugged over his eyes, he knew no one would be able to recognize him in the nondescript clothes. Nick also knew how to avoid most of the cameras, so he wouldn’t be in much. Behind the building he got between a couple of dumpsters and dropped his pants. His dick was already hard. He didn’t have to be nude for this one, but his pants had to be around his ankles. He set the phone and started recording. One hand on his cock, the other on his balls, he started to go at it. Nick couldn’t help but look around at the start, but the arousal hit him quick and his eyes unfocused. Like the other night, he was going to cum quick. He could not stop it. His hand was his hand, same as every time he wanked, but out here, doing it under orders was too much for him to handle, too much to resist. He blew again. A couple drops hit his shoes. Nick didn’t care.

A few breaths and he was pulling up his pants. The air suddenly chilled him and he wanted to cover up. After he got out from behind the dumpsters, he heard a noise and his blood ran cold. Was someone there? Nick looked around, panic rising only to see a cat dart across the lot. With a sigh of relief, Nick half ran back to his car. He did not see the homeless man poke out from a corner across the way and investigate where Nick had been. The homeless guy had only seen Nick leave, and went to check if something worthwhile had been left behind.

At home, Nick felt he was ready to cum again, but he got the video sent to his Master first. He did strip all his clothes off during the upload. BrainyAnd***ung liked Nick to be naked at home. The upload finished and Nick added in a message that he was so turned on he was going to masturbate again.

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Double or Nothing Ch. 06

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Babes

Finally, I had the house to myself for the day. I decided to use the time to work on my tan. The deck on the back of my parents’ house was secluded, and I often lay out there in my bikini, when the men weren’t home, to catch some rays.

I was lying face-down on a towel on a lounge chair, and to help with my tan lines I had untied my top and let the strings fall down to the ground. The warm summer air was seductive, and I closed my eyes briefly, thinking that I would just rest them for a moment.

I think I realized quickly enough that I was dreaming. The lounge chair pressing against my bare breasts and the rest of my near-naked body became my younger brother. We were standing, pressed together, in a dark place. We were both without clothing. We were unable to move, bound together like this somehow.

My bare breasts were pressed firmly against his ribs, and his penis, erect and so warm, was against me, too. I could feel his breath in my hair, as I knew he could, mine, near the nape of his neck. As our mutual bondage stretched on, I noticed my breathing becoming attuned to his.

It was so intensely intimate sharing the very rhythm of life with his body, his skin, his soul, and my memory flashed to the touch of my hand to his fingers in another place.

In my dream, we stood there, bound together, immobile, but even without motion I became aware that his stiff penis was throbbing against me. Without warning, it erupted, spraying warm liquid onto the both of us, the liquid reaching up to my breasts and running down the curves of my belly toward my sex. As it flowed and cooled, I shivered, and shivering, I awoke.

Aware of a presence there in the waking daylight, I turned my face toward him and I saw my younger brother there, on a lounge chair beside me. He was nude, and at first I thought, “Wow! ‘Full of cum’ is right.”

But he was not there to play our game. He had a brown bottle of Coppertone in his hand and he was massaging a calf with the white lotion. I glanced quickly toward his middle and saw that his penis was soft. So, it wasn’t “like that.”

“Hi, little bro,” I murmured sleepily. “You’re home early.”

“Yeah, slow day,” he replied, adding suntan lotion to the tops of his pale white feet. “I figured I’d join you tekirdağ escort out here and work on my tan lines,” he added, glancing pointedly down at his own nakedness. Then his eyes returned to me.

“More like you figured you’d come over and stare at my ass,” I retorted. “Stop it!” I chided him, and I slapped him playfully on the arm.

He finished putting on lotion and laid back, lacing his fingers behind his head. He stared off at the treetops and still I saw no signs of an erection.

Meanwhile, I was kind of stuck there on my belly. My top was untied, and it would have been much easier to re-tie it if I could have sat up first. With my brother there, I couldn’t do that.

I know, he had seen me completely naked not that long ago, the day that Emily was here. That didn’t make me any more willing to show him my bare little breasts again just now.

Since I was apparently not going anywhere for a while, I relaxed and turned my thoughts to the things I wanted to talk to him about.

I began.

“Do you like Emily?” I asked.

“Uh, yeah.”

“I think she likes you, too.” I reached back and adjusted my bikini bottoms, for no better reason than to tease him with my bum. “You should ask her out,” I went on, “but after what happened the other day, you need to start really slow.” In this, I was sincere. “If you want my advice, don’t even try to touch her on the first date. You should let her decide.”

He listened quietly to me and said, “yeah, I guess I can understand that.” In the heat of the moment, in our family room, after he had put on a display of stroking his dick for two horny college girls, Jordan had come a second time while Emily was cleaning him up.

If he really wanted to woo her, after that kind of beginning, he seriously needed to start all over again.

I remembered how he had tried to caress her little butt through her dress that day, and how she had stopped him. But it hadn’t stopped her from what she was doing to him.

I went on. “Jordan, Emily is my best friend; she’s really special. Take the time to find out why.”

Another pause. “I think I can do that.”

We sunned then together in silence. I worked myself up to the next question, one that at once I did, and did forumagic.com not, want to know.

“Jordan?”

“Sis?”

“The other day, when Emily told you to imagine that it was me, you know, doing that to you?”

“Mmm hmmm?”

“Well, you came in an instant.”

My brother cleared his throat. Was he as uncomfortable as me? It didn’t matter; this had to be aired. “Yeah, yeah, I did, didn’t I?”

Another long pause as I made the words come out of me.

“Is that what you want?”

He rolled halfway towards me, resting his head on his hand, his flaccid penis falling against his thigh. “Honestly? No,” he said. “I mean, it’s fun doing the things we’ve been doing, you know? But…”

I cut him off. “Then explain why you did it so quickly, because I ….”

“Yeah,” he answered, “I know how it looks. But believe me, I like playing together the way we’ve been doing, but… you’re my sister. It’s cool being able to show you that stuff, but… sis… I don’t want to touch you.”

“That’s how I feel, too,” I agreed. “So, why…?”

“I guess it was just, she was touching me and saying that, and it was so, I don’t know, dirty, you know? But you’re my sister, for Christ’s sake. Isn’t there a difference between looking and, you know …” and he let his voice trail off. “You… understand?” His voice was so pained then, I wondered if he was crying. I was close, myself.

“Yeah,” I sighed. “I know.”

“Jordan?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t get … hard right now, ok?”

He said nothing.

I needed to know something about touching, about him. About us. I reached my hand across the small divide between us and touched his maleness. I was immediately struck by how truly soft the skin felt on my fingers. And I was struck, too, that I felt nothing like the electric connection of touching hand to hand, fingers to fingers, as had happened between us that day.

This was just a touch. Brothers and sisters pushed and patted and elbowed each other every minute, every day. And I could do it, too, without connecting our souls.

His penis felt cool, and I let my hand roam down it further. His balls beneath felt decidedly warm and, well, fuzzy. I measured their weight in my hand. I just wanted to get this past us, and then the touching would be done.

“Thank you,” I said, and I could see his breathing was quickening. As I trailed my hand off of him, his control was giving way to a growing erection. I gave him a squeeze as we parted.

I watched with sisterly curiosity as he rose, beat by beat of his heart, into firmness, my hand no longer upon him.

He was hard now. I understood. I admired it. And I gave him permission. “You can take care of that, if you need to.” I looked in his eyes. “It’s ok.”

He started, as I had done myself shyly before, by rubbing his thighs, before gradually taking himself in his hand. For my part, I remained face down on my lounge chair. It was nice to realize that I could watch him take care of himself without feeling wild uncontrolled desire rage in myself. Until now, each time we had played our little game, there had been some ratcheting up of the stakes, some escalation. This time, for a change, I felt I could just watch him and not add more fuel to the fire. I held to his eyes, like I had made him do for me once before, making myself relax and absorb the erotic feelings.

My brother, too, seemed more relaxed and casual than before. There was no urgency to his pleasuring touch. I did feel a familiar warmth start inside me, but I resisted it, and lay still on my belly focusing instead on the sensations of a light summer breeze, knowing that he was gazing at me.

I could have resisted my brother’s temptation, but he whispered to me, “I have to confess, it’s a nice ass.” And while we laughed, nothing had ever made me so aware of the little bikini just hiding my essential places, and exposing my feminine curves.

The warmth inside me had grown to a thing that demanded attention.

“Close your eyes for me, please?” I whispered. He did, and I turned myself over, exposing my breasts to the sky.

I peeled myself out of my bottoms, reveling in the breezy feeling of bareness there on the deck.

Lazily, I touched myself, like my brother beside me was languidly doing.

Then I whimpered, whispered his name, Jordan, quietly, as I enjoyed a soft orgasm. When it finished, I turned my face toward him. Sensing me there, he opened his eyes. I smiled then at my wonderful brother, and he, without fanfare, released soft streams on himself, again and again. His eyes slowly closed in contentment.

Then I stood, collecting the pieces of my swimsuit, and headed indoors.

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0258223 , the Purity Laws Ch. 06

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Chapter 6 – An encounter in the night

I sat in the cell with my hands tied behind my back – my balls were aching from the hangings that they had undergone. My prick was sore from its imprisonment within the barbaric Cage – although it had withered to nothing I could feel that it was bruised by the rough metal inside.

I must have slept – for it was dark when I woke and realised that I could hear someone in the cell.

“Who is it? What are you doing?” I asked.

“Shhh!” came a quiet voice. A small torch suddenly blinded me as it shone in my eyes – I had no idea who was holding it. The beam dropped to my privates.

“Who are you?” I demanded.

“Shh! Do you want to wake everyone?” The whisper was so quiet I could only tell it was a female voice.

“What are you going to do?”

“Make you comfortable. This may be your last opportunity.”

“Last opportunity for what?”

“Stop talking or I’ll go.” By now the torch had been put down, I could make out only the dark figure of a woman with long hair – it could have been any colour – it could have been anyone. It could have been Josie, or raven-hair – or anyone. I somehow had the feeling that it was raven-hair and the thought made my weary member begin to stir.

Soft hands brushed my balls and I felt the catch on the Cage being unlocked. The relief as, firstly, my balls were released, and secondly my dick was eased out of the contraption was immense. ısparta escort It was nothing to feelings that were to follow.

She gently ran her fingers around my balls and traced the line of my growing shaft from roots to tip. All the while I was helpless as my hands were still tied.

Her hands felt cool and were soothing – but, at the same time, causing a fire to burn in my loins. Slowly she ran her hand up and down my now fully erect penis – her strokes were deliberate and long. Her other hand cupped and uncapped my balls – occasionally I was reminded of the damage done by the hanging but other feelings were beginning to take over.

All of a sudden she stopped – she began to move and I though she was leaving. It soon became apparent that she was doing other things. She shuffled me away from the wall that I had been leaning against and helped me to lie on my back. I had to get my hands in a position where they weren’t digging into my back. She moved way and I felt like a submarine – lying there with only my prick standing up like some kind of periscope. What was she doing? I still couldn’t see as she’d switched off the torch.

I soon found out as I felt her hair brushing my face (I could picture her dark tresses from earlier in the day) – travelling down my body. She was straddling me moving towards the 69 position. I felt two soft and floppy breasts drag themselves down my face – it would have kars escort taken a stronger man than I not to catch a nipple as it passed, roll it round my tongue, and give it a good suck before it continued on its journey southwards.

As her breasts dragged slowly across my chest I became aware of the musty smell of her sex approaching my face, followed by the tickle of her pubic hair as it slowly moved down my nose and finally came to rest on my mouth. Again I had a mental picture of her earlier in the day with her fingers in this very place as she had stood amongst all those other women.

My tongue hungrily found her cunt and hunted out her clit. Having found my mark I spent some time sucking and licking her “third nipple” and the lips of her vagina – which was wet with her own juices.

Meanwhile her mouth had reached my cock and she was running her tongue around its tip in an infuriating way – I wanted her to take the whole thing in her mouth. She preferred to lick up and down the shaft and then take one ball at a time in her mouth and suck it like a boiled sweet. The coolness of her saliva soothed the pains I’d suffered during the day. Eventually she did take my prick into her mouth and I answered her movements with flicks of my tongue and sucking round her cunt and clit.

She clearly enjoyed the effect as she tensed and released her own orgasms over and over again.

This mutual mouth masturbation continued kastamonu escort for what seemed like hours. – until I felt that tingling sensation building in the pit of my stomach and moving to my balls.

It was a matter of moments before I started bucking like a mad horse and cumming into her ever-active mouth. I was in heaven.

And then it stopped.

She was off me, dressing and leaving the cell without a word.

I lay there, exhausted, satiated, confused and, after a sudden panic, terrified.

The raven-haired woman hadn’t replaced the Cage (there was no way it could be replaced in my present condition!). What would happen when it was discovered that I’d somehow got out? My cock began to shrink at the thought and the damp patches on my face and groin from each other’s juices simply felt cold.

I spent the rest of the night in despair.

When morning came it was Josie who came into the cell – her blonde hair was tied in a pony tail and had with her a cup of water.

“Breakfast,” she said. “Sit up and drink this.”

She pulled me up to a sitting position and put the cup to my lips. I could barely drink (though I was thirst – the only liquid intake I’d had was the girl’s cum from last night). I was waiting for her to notice.

It was a matter of seconds before she glanced down.

“Fuck!” she said. “Did I forget to put that back?” She moved quickly to the door, pushed it to, returned to me and, in a few deft movements replaced the Cage before returning to open the door.

When she returned with the drink, “That was close.”

Call me dim, but it was only gradually that I realised that last night’s visitor had not been the raven-haired woman.

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A Sissy is Born Ch. 03

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As the title indicates there are two previous chapters. They are quick reads and even if you’ve already read them a quick review will enhance the enjoyment of this installment!

*

When the reality of my situation became clear I began to panic. I was seated in a woman’s car dressed as a whore and I had no idea where my regular clothes or car keys were! I began sobbing again. “What am I going to do?”

“There there, little girl.” The woman tried to comfort me as she patted my stocking clad leg again. “Mama’s going to take good care of you. Don’t you worry your pretty little head!”

“Bu..bu..but. m..m..my c..car!” I stammered as I held my head in shame.

“First tings first, sweetie. Let’s get you cleaned up and find some more presentable clothes then we’ll worry about your car.” She reassured me as we pulled into the drive of an old farm house. We were still in the city but the size of the lot and the numerous outbuildings gave witness to its former utility.

Distracted from the mess I was in for a moment I asked, “Where are we?”

“We’re at my house, lover.” She replied simply.

“Yes, Ma’am, but where exactly are we?”

“Not to worry, dear.” She avoided giving me a direct answer. “We’re only about a half mile from the hospital.”

“But I’ve lived and worked here half my life and I’ve never seen this street or house before!”

“Why would you, honey. People with no business here seldom come up my street because it’s dead end. My mail box is out on the main road; has been for over a hundred years. We sit so far back that the house is nearly invisible except during the winter months.” She explained as she parked between the four car garage and the house. “You’re safe back here, darlin’. The main road is two hundred yards down the hill, the Metro Parks surround us and the freeway is a good half mile behind us. There are forty thousand neighbors living within a three mile radius but for all practical purposes we are out in the country! You could be naked and no one would ever know. Fact is, during the summer I enjoy a little nude sun bathing myself but it’s a little too cold now. Enough chit-chat, let’s get you cleaned up and then we’ll worry about your car!”

I followed her to the house. The back entrance was spacious, an all weather sun room, sort of. There was a bath tub on a raised platform on one end of the room. The wall next to the tub was lined with cupboards. There was a padded table over what looked like a seat-less toilet on the other end of the room. “This is different.” I observed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a bath tub on anyone’s back porch before!”

“That’s not my bath tub, sugar! My bath tub is upstairs in my bath room. I used to train Whippets and this is where I groomed them.”

“Oh.”

“You’re going to get cleaned up here, though. Get out of those nasty things and get up here in the tub!” Her manner was calmly assertive as she began to draw the bath water. I hesitated momentarily. “Sweetheart, your penis and testicles aren’t even covered by your panties any more! Just strip and get into the tub and let Mama give you a nice bath!”

I blushed as I realized how ridiculous I looked. I sat on the edge of the bathing platform and removed my shoes and stockings. She watched as adana escort I took off my wig and bustier. She smiled as I stepped out of the tiny panties. She offered me a hand. “Step up here and get in the tub. It’s time for a nice relaxing bubble bath!”

I slipped beneath the warm water and under a cloud of fresh smelling bubbles. “Now tell Mama, doesn’t that feel nice, sweet lips?”

I smiled. This woman was clearly young enough to be my daughter but she kept referring to herself as “Mama.” It was odd but somehow appropriate. She was comfortingly maternal; pleasant and accepting. “Ah” I sighed as I closed my eyes and relaxed for the first time since I was left all alone at the medical offices.

“Isn’t that better, lambikins, I’ll be right back; I’m going to get some towels.”

It was relaxing; the warm bath and the floral aroma of the bubble bath. I felt safe and secure even though I still had no idea of where my clothing and car keys were.

“Do you feel better, honey?” She asked sweetly as she re-entered the room carrying some large bath towels and some items I couldn’t quite make out.

“Yes, Ma’am, I surely do.”

She placed her load on the counter and walked to the end of the tub where I was reclining. She began massaging my neck and shoulders. I relaxed under her gentle touch. After a few minutes she said very softly, “Tell Mama how you got yourself into this mess.”

“Well……” I hesitated, trying to figure out how much to say.

She moved to the side of the tub and began washing my chest with one of those spongy net things. “Look at me, little girl!” Her hand held my jaw. “I found you wearing ladies underwear and a wig in a public restroom. You had semen in your hair, on your face and clothing. I know you are a man who wants to suck cocks! I know you are a man who gets a thrill out of dressing as a woman. Don’t be shy now, silly girl!”

“I don’t know where to begin……”

“Why don’t you start at the very beginning? The very first time you wore female clothing and then just go from there.”

“Ok…but don’t laugh.”

“Oh, honey girl, Mama’s not going to laugh….Mama just wants to get to know her new baby girl.”

“It was the Halloween after I graduated from high school. There was a costume party at the Maxwell’s down the street. I didn’t have a clue what to go as and my mom suggested I go as an Indian girl. I half-heartedly objected but when I saw the sari she had in the back of her closet I knew it was going to be fun. Her sister helped with makeup and a wig. They shaved my legs from the knees down and gave me a pedicure. They darkened my skin, painted my nails and made up my face. I was wearing white cotton briefs. My aunt said that she thought I should wear panties. My mother said it wasn’t necessary; no one was going to see my underwear. My aunt insisted saying that to go as a girl I had to feel like a girl and that meant wearing panties! It would help me play the part.”

“So, did you wear the panties, sweet cheeks?”

“Yes, I did and it made me feel so sexy!”

“What happened at the party?”

“They told me to take very tiny steps when I walked and act as if I didn’t understand English. It worked like a charm. None of my friends recognized me. When afyon escort it came time to vote on best costume my mother nominated me. Everyone asked where I was. She said I had been there all night and brought me to the center of the room. She took off the wig and everyone gasped. I won hands down.”

“How did that make you feel?”

“Wonderful, just wonderful!”

“Did you continue to dress up after that?”

“No, not for a long time. But I thought about it.”

“So, when did you start dressing as a girl again?”

“Not until a few weeks ago when I met a guy on line.”

“Do you meet lots of guys on line?”

“No, just the one.”

By this time she was scrubbing my belly was the net thing. I was hard as a rock. I’m sure she knew. “Why would you look for a guy on line?”

“It just kind of happened. I bought lots of men’s magazines and read lots of stories.”

“You masturbated when you read them didn’t you?”

I blushed. “It’s OK, sweetie, everybody likes to play with themselves. It’s the most natural thing in the world.” She gently cupped my balls and squeezed. It took my breath away. “Do you like that?”

I nodded, unable to speak.

“Go on, lover, tell Mama everything.”

“I read all kinds of stories but always seemed to like the ones about men who wore women’s clothes.”

“In some of the stories their wives or girl friends would make them dress up and then make love to them like they were a girl.”

“How would they do that?”

“You know.”

“Pretend I don’t. Tell me what they did that excited you most.” She was gently stroking my cock.

“Usually they would start by wearing a strap-on dildo and make the men suck it and then fuck them.”

“Does your wife do that to you?”

“Heavens no! She doesn’t know about this at all!”

“Would you like her to.”?

“If she enjoyed it too.”

“Do you think she wouldn’t?”

“I think she’d hate me.”

“That’s too bad, Sugar. She doesn’t know what she’s missing. Continue, tell me how you ended up in that restroom sucking a cock.”

“Almost all of the stories that I read were about sissy husbands who would suck their wife’s lover’s cock or eat their wife’s lover’s semen from her pussy after she had sex with them. Then I read about guys who looked for other men on line. I started to read ads like that and masturbate.”

“And then you answered one?”

“Not just one! Twenty, thirty, I don’t know how many.”

“But you said this was your first time.”

“It never worked out before. This was different. He said I had to prove I was a sissy.”

“How did you prove to him that you were a sissy, honey buns?”

“He gave me a series of challenges and after each one I had to send him pictures. The first one was really simple; all I had to do was put on my wife’s panties and bra and send him a picture.”

“OK, what came next?”

“I had to buy lip stick and face powder and send him the receipts. The biggest challenge or hardest was to go into a lingerie shop and buy a bustier. Not just buy it but tell the clerk that it was for me to wear.”

That was exciting, wasn’t it, sugar?”

“I could feel my heart pounding in my chest almost the whole time. But she was so nice alanya escort and polite that by the end I was very calm. I even bought thigh high stockings. Then I went to a party store and bought that cheap wig and a shoe store to get the high heeled sandals. My reward was to meet him at the medical building.”

“Was it worth it?”

“All but being left by myself in that restroom!”

“So you’d do it again?”

“Maybe….well yes….if I had a little more control.”

“Would you like Mama to help you look the part of a cock tease?”

“I’ll never really look that sexy!”

“Maybe not but if you feel sexier you will be sexier.”

“What do you think you could do?”

“For starters your eyebrows could use a little trim and those wild hairs in your ears and nose and if you’re really serious I’d wax your back and chest and shave your armpits.”

“That’s a little too much! My wife would have a fit if she noticed.”

“You’re afraid your wife wouldn’t approve?”

“Afraid? Not at all. I know for a fact she wouldn’t approve. In fact, she’d be so mad that I’m sure she’d kick me out of the house.”

“But you did it anyway, why?”

“I got carried away. It felt so sexy…so good.”

“As good a sex with your wife?”

“We haven’t had sex for a while.”

“A long while?”

“A very long while, maybe twenty years.”

“That’s not right! Why do you stay?”

“The kids…the grand kids. Ninety-nine percent of our marriage is great.”

She was still idly stroking my swollen cock and rubbing my balls. “I see.” She sighed. “It’s a shame; she could be having so much fun, too bad. Maybe I should tell her a thing or two.”

“Don’t you dare?” I blurted.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, Mama won’t get you in trouble.” With that she started draining the bath. She attached a rubber hose to the faucet. “Let’s get you rinsed off.” The water played over my chest and belly then my arms and shoulders. “On your knees, darlin, drop your head, dear.” She rinsed my hair and back and then my butt. As the water ran between my cheeks her free hand was busy playing with my balls as her thumb massaged my anus. “Looks like your pussy needs a shave, gorgeous!” I blushed at the thought. “Straighten up, dear. I don’t want any soap irritating your legs!” The warm water played over my legs and her free hand continued to stroke my skin. She cupped my balls and focused the water between my legs. “Stand up, lover!”

When the last of the soapy water was rinsed from my legs and feet she turned the water off. “Hold still now sexy, I’ll get a towel.” She went to the cupboard and pulled out a large soft bath towel and began patting me dry. When my legs and feet were done she helped me out of the tub and dried my torso and arms. My face and neck and hair were last. “Doesn’t that feel better?”

I nodded my approval.

She got a hair brush and pointed to a chair. “Sit down, handsome, let me fix your hair.”

How could I object? Being pampered and fussed over was something I wasn’t used to. When she was satisfied she held out her hand. “I’ve got a fire going in the great room. Let’s go in there and relax.”

“But what about my clothes?”

She led me into the house. “All in good time, big boy.”

“As we entered the great room a male voice called out. “I’m having scotch neat, what can I get you?” It was you standing naked at the bar!

The woman held my hand even tighter and pulled me towards the bar. “You two need to get acquainted. I’m going to freshen up.”

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A Friendly Fuck Goes Three Ways

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Authors Note: This is my twenty-seventh story. Part of it was inspired by an email from a friend and part of it is my response to his fantasy email. Enjoy and please remember that all feedback is greatly appreciated!

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Currently single and preferring things that way, I have an arrangement with a friend of mine, Clark, in which we are simply friends but we get together for a good fuck now and then. Since neither of us is a hopeless romantic and both tend more towards cold realism it works well for us.

I live with a childhood friend and her husband. She works days and he works nights, so my place is almost always out of the question.

Clark lives with a high school friend of his, Damian, who is almost never home, so we always get together for our little fuck sessions at his place so we won’t be overheard or interrupted.

It’s a lazy Saturday morning and I’m having a relaxing bath when my cell rings. I dry my hands and reach for the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Clark. Any plans for today?”

“Not really. What did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking I’d come pick you up, we could hit the theater and see a matinee then head back here since Damian will be gone all afternoon.”

A sly grin crosses my face, “Sounds good to me…I’ll be ready in about a half hour.”

I put on a baby blue thong under my dark grey sweats and a black bra under the black tank top. I brush my wet hair back into a pony tail, throw on my black hoodie and runners, grab my purse, and I’m out the door just as Clark pulls up in front.

We end up seeing the latest “thriller” movie which is kind of a let down. We spend the majority of the movie running fingertips across each others arms, legs and necks and nuzzling close. It’s been a couple weeks for both of us and we decide to leave the movie before it ends and head back to Clark’s place.

Once we’re in the door I kick off my shoes and run upstairs and lay down on the bed. Clark walks in behind me and gives me a wicked grin as he starts unbuckling his belt. I pull down my sweats to reveal the baby blue thong and take off my tank top and bra in one motion.

Clark steps out of his jeans and boxers and crawls on top of me. He leans down and kisses me hard and deep and I moan into his mouth as my hands move under his shirt and up his back. Finally I break the kiss and pull his shirt over his head and throw it across the room. I run my fingers through his blond hair and tug his lips back down to mine.

Clark presses his cock into my thigh and my body arches against him as I moan into his mouth. He moves down to suck one of my nipples into his hot mouth when I pull his head up by his hair and say in a voice hoarse with need, “No time for foreplay lover, it’s been too long…just fuck me!”

He growls as he moves off my body, “Well in that case we’ll be doing it my way this time…on your knees!”

My favorite position is the classic missionary…Clark’s is doggy style…we compromise by alternating.

I move onto my hands and knees, spreading my legs and moving one of the pillows so I can grip the bars at the foot of the bed. I look at Clark over my shoulder, “What are you waiting for!?!?!?! Damnit Clark just fuck me!!!”

His hands grab my hips and I feel his hand guide his cock into my tight pussy. I moan loudly as I push back against him. My head drops and my body tingles as I feel his cock pushed inside me to the hilt. He holds there a moment, knowing I love to savor that sensation, before he begins slowly pulling his cock out of my pussy to the tip and then pushing it back in even slower.

I scream out in frustration, “I’m not a china doll, I won’t break!!! I don’t want you to be gentle! I want you to fuck me hard and fast and make me scream!”

I hear Clark’s sharp intake of breath and feel him shove his cock deep into my pussy. I cry out in pleasure and pain and shove back against him.

Soon we’re both lost in a haze of intense pleasure as we fuck hard and fast. I throw my head back and as I do I notice that in our haste we’ve left the bedroom door slightly ajar…and through it I can see Damian standing in the hallway in his boxers watching us.

I moan loudly and shove back harder against Clark’s cock. It turns me on watching him watching us. A thought occurs to me to have him join us and I just about cum from the idea alone. I don’t know how either of them would feel about it…but with Clark’s cock pounding me from behind and Damian’s look of desire I can’t resist.

“I want something in my mouth.” I say in a voice deep with lust. Damian’s shocked eyes look into mine as he realizes I’ve seen him and am inviting him to join us.

Clark is so far gone he doesn’t even hear me…but when Damian eases the bedroom door open and slowly enters Clark slows his pounding of my pussy, “What the fuck are you doing home!?” he demands.

Damian looks unsure…he glances to me, then to Clark, then stairs at the floor. “I didn’t have ısparta escort to go in today. I was sleeping when you two got home…I work up…the door was open…then she was looking at me and she said she wanted something in her mouth…I thought you knew what she meant…I’ll go now.”

As Damian turned to leave, I shove back against Clark’s hard cock. Looking over my shoulder at him I clenched my pussy muscles around his cock, “Please?”

He knew what I meant and as Damian was reaching for the door Clark said, “She said she wanted something in her mouth…so why the fuck are you walking away!?”

Damian turned around and looked both surprised and somewhat embarrassed. He looked to Clark for confirmation that he wasn’t just hearing what he wanted to hear. “Put your cock in her mouth, man. If it helps her cum, put it in. You’ve got to feel this girl’s pussy when she cums. It’s incredible.” Damian grinned and looked to me. I licked my lips and shoved back against Clark to remind him not to stop fucking me.

Within second Damian’s boxers were off and he had grabbed a handful of my long hair as he laid his hard cock on your tongue and started pushing it into my mouth. I quickly picked up a steady rhythm sucking his cock while my Clark returned to vigorously fucking my pussy as he says in a strained voice, “Are you gonna cum for us, Lynne? Are you gonna cum taking two cocks at once you dirty, slutty girl? Are you gonna get off like a little slut!?”

Clark knows I LOVE dirty talk and he knows I’m loving every second of this. I’m aching to cum but I still want more. “My clit,” I say, pulling my mouth off Damian’s cock for a second. “Touch my clit! PLEASE!”

Clark slows his pounding of my pussy and says, “What do you say man? Wanna’ feel this pussy when she cums?”

Damian runs his fingers through my hair and holds tight to stop my mouth from working his cock for a second, “Sure…if you don’t mind.”

Clark slaps my ass as he pulls out of my pussy, “Go for it man…besides…gives me a chance to give her a facial!”

Damian pulls his cock from my mouth and the men change places. I can feel the tip of Damian’s cock teasing my pussy and it’s driving me insane, but his hand is firmly holding my hips, keeping me from pressing back against him. I’m licking Clark’s cock when I feel Damian’s finger press gently against my ass and I moan and futilely try to press back against him.

“You like that?” Damian asks teasingly as he shoves his cock deep into my pussy and then pulls it out and teases my ass with his hard, wet cock. I feel the head of his cock slowly ease into my tight ass, teasing my ass the same way he did my pussy by not filling me completely and making me ache.

“You know you’re a bad girl, Lynne…taking two cocks tonight already.” Damian says as he teases my ass and Clark moves his fingers to slip inside my aching pussy.

“Tell us what us slut you are!” Clark chimes in as he pulls his cock from my mouth so I can respond.

I moan loudly, “Fuck me Damian! Fuck my ass!!!”

“So you want it in your ass?” he asks teasingly, though I can hear his own need in his voice.

“Yes!”

“Do you NEED it up your ass? Do you my hard cock in your tight little ass!?”

Damian starts to slowly push his cock deeper into my ass as Clark starts rubbing his cock in front of my face with his fingers rubbing against my throbbing clit.

“Yes! Please! Fuck my ass! Oh! Yes! Like that!”

“That’s it Lynne, tell us what a slut you are,” Clark says as he start fucking my pussy with his fingers.

“I’m a whore! I want you both to fuck me!”

“Put your fingers in her pussy. I want her full when she cums.” Damian says to Clark as he shoves hard into my ass.

“That’s it,” Damian says as he watches Clark slip his fingers into my hot pussy,”Finger fuck her cunt. Three Fingers in that sopping cunt”

“Yes! Yes! Fuck Yes! Ohh fuck!!! I’m cumming!!! Don’t stop!!! Don’t you fucking stop!!! UUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH” I scream as my body spasms in climax. My pussy clenches tight around Clark’s fingers and I shove my ass back hard against Damian’s cock. My eyes closed, head thrown back and mouth open in screams of pleasure I feel Clark’s hot cum on my face and it makes me cum even more.

I hear Damian moan loudly behind me and feel his cock throbbing inside my ass while he cums deep inside me.

Once we’ve all caught our respective breaths I collapse onto the bed, Damian excuses himself from the room and Clark starts looking for his clothes. I knew he had to work later but until I glanced at the clock I hadn’t realized just how long we’d spent in that haze of lust. If he didn’t hurry Clark was going to be late for his shift.

He bends down to kiss me goodbye and I thank him for an unforgettable night and say that I’ll just have a quick shower and be on my way.

“You don’t have to go. I’m just doing a short 5 hour shift. You can stay here and we can go another kars escort round when I get home if you want.”

I sit up in the bed and Clark hands me my clothes, “I’ll have a shower and think about it. Now, you, go to work!” I kiss him goodbye as I head towards the bathroom.

I’m standing in the hallway naked since the door is closed. Damian finally opens the door to step out and I can see that he has that heavy lidded look of afterglow about him still and I grin to myself. I lean over and place a hand on his shoulder as I kiss his cheek and walk past him into the bathroom and close the door behind me.

I spend about twenty minutes relaxing, unwinding and enjoy the heat of the shower and the warmth of the sexual afterglow.

I step out of the bathroom and open the door a crack to let the cool air in while I dry off. I wrap one towel around my wet hair and another around my body as I step out of the bathroom in a cloud of mist.

I can see Clark’s bedroom door wide open and know there’s an assortment of my clothing and lingerie in one of his drawers. I also see Damian’s bedroom door open just a crack and can see a glimpse of his thigh sticking out from under the sheets.

I hesitate in the hallway for a second before making up my mind.

I go into Clark’s room and brush out my wet hair then put it into pigtail braids to keep it from going out of control as I sleep. I then pull out a mid-thigh length dusty rose satin nighty with thin spaghetti straps which I know compliments my pale skin wonderfully and highlights my auburn hair just right.

I glance over to the bed where we all had lain just an hour ago and feel my pussy pulse with the memory. A small moan escapes my lips as I pull my eyes from the bed and head into the hallway towards Damian’s bedroom.

Going from the hot bathroom to the chilly hallway and putting on the satin nighty has made my nipples stand out hard against the soft fabric I graze the palms of my hands over them just before I knock lightly on the bedroom door and ease it open.

In an instant I take in the sight of Damian’s arms stretched languidly above his head, his naked torso and my eyes linger just below his belly button where the bed sheet begins. In my peripheral vision I can see the tent in the sheets…but I feign ignorance of his again aroused state and put into my face a look of exhaustion and innocence.

“Clark said I could crash here till he gets home from work…but I hate sleeping alone. Would you mind horribly if I asked you to come and lay down with me in there until I fell asleep?”

The damsel in distress act…it never fails…too weak to be alone but strong enough to not ask more than one might be willing to give…just the right combination and it works just the way I wanted it too. Damian scoots closer to the wall and lifts the edge of the cover up saying, “If you don’t want to be alone you can climb in here with me. You might want to grab a pair of my boxers from the top drawer over there though…I’m…kind of…naked right now. I’d hate to make you feel uncomfortable or anything.”

Inwardly I grin impishly…outwardly I walk over to the bed and climb in, “It’s not like it’s nothing I haven’t already seen.” I say as I climb under the covers and lay on my back as still as I can, making sure no part of my body touches his.

Damian lays there for a moment unsure what to do…then I turn to him and say in a soft voice, “Would it make you uncomfortable if I asked if I could cuddle a little?”

It takes everything I have not to flick my gaze to his groin…but the glimpse from the corner of my eye showed a bob in the tent he’d created in the sheets.

“Sure” he says in a voice that sounds both confused and aroused. I move onto my side and snuggle up so the line of my body is pressed against his. I wiggle my head into the crook of his shoulder and move my arm across his chest and sigh contentedly, “mmm…thank you” as I snuggle into him.

With his arm around me I feel his fingertips begin tracing shapes on my back and I let out a soft moan and whisper, “that feels good” against his ear. My encouragement has the desired effect and he begins kneading my tense shoulders.

As always when being given a shoulder massage I begin moaning in earnest. When he hit a tender spot at the base of my neck my back arches, causing me to press against his body more. I moan loudly and as he eases off the spot. I kiss his neck just below his ear and whisper, “God, your good at that” before quickly flicking my tongue against his earlobe.

He turns his head towards me and for a second we just look at each other…then I move forward and kiss him. Softly at first…testing the waters. While we may have just fucked this is our first kiss. However, it doesn’t take long before the passion mounts and my tongue snakes in to explore his mouth.

I pull away from the kiss and trace the tip of my tongue across his lips. Then kiss his Adam’s apple and begin slowly kissing my way down his torso…past kastamonu escort his belly button…then veer to the side and kiss my way down to mid-thigh on his left leg.

I look up at him as I slowly begin kissing my way back up his thigh…moving not towards his hip but straight for his groin. Instead of taking his now hard and throbbing cock into my mouth as he expects I look into his eyes as I trace the tip of my tongue across his balls.

After teasing his balls with my tongue for a minute or two I ever so slowly trace the tip of my tongue up the shaft of his cock before I flick my tongue out to lick up the precum.

I see his eyes close and feel him shudder and then I devour his cock, taking as much into my mouth as I can as I look up to see him staring down at me wide eyed and hear him moan before his eyes roll back in his head again.

He runs his fingers through my hair as I suck his cock for a few minutes before he grabs a fistful of my hair and pull my head up from his cock, “I want to feel that tight pussy for myself” he says as he releases my hair and pushes on my shoulders to get me to lay down on my back.

He crawls to kneel above me and pushes the satin nighty up slowly to reveal my shaved and gleaming wet pussy.

“My, my, my…look how wet you are…just from snuggling up with me and sucking on my cock. You are a horny little slut aren’t you?”

I know it’s a rhetorical question since my body has obviously answered for me, but I arch towards him and moan softly, “Mmmm…yes I am…very horny…let me be a little slut for you Damian…please.”

He grins down at me and slips the nighty down below my tits…he bends down and flicks his tongue across each of my nipples, making me moan and arch up against his hot mouth.

“And so eager for me to suck on your nipples…would you like me to suck on your nipples Lynne?” he asks in a slightly mocking tone.

I arch farther towards him and moan, “Yes…please…yes” as my hand moves to the back of his head, fingers running through his hair, urging his mouth down to my aching nipples.

His head move downwards and his tongue snakes out and flicks across my right nipple. I moan and try to push his head down farther, but he’s stronger than me and resists easily.

“Please…Damian…please…suck it!” I plead as I futilely try to push his mouth down to my aching nipple.

Finally he relents and his mouth clamps down on my hard nipple…I scream out in pleasure and my hips move up towards his body.

Within moments my hips are writhing beneath him, my pussy begging for attention as I cry out for him to suck my nipples harder and harder. He complies and I cry out, “Oh fuck yes!!!” as his mouth reaches just the right level of pressure.

His mouth on my nipple is like heaven…but my pussy is still aching and oh so wet.

“Please…Damian…I want you inside me…please…fuck me…please” I beg while I run my fingers through his hair and keep his head pressed against my tit.

While I’d thought it was obvious I was asking for his cock inside my pussy he seems to have other ideas. He slips his hand down and begins stroking his fingers across my clit, making me buck and moan beneath him.

I’m so worked up that in under a minute I’m chanting, “Please, please, please” as I near my climax. With this he slowly eases his fingers from my clit and as I moan my protest he eases first one, then two, then three fingers into my pussy. I’m moaning again, but no longer in protest as he begins working his fingers in and out of my wet pussy.

His fingers inside me feel amazing…but now my clit is left all alone, “Please…my clit…play with my clit while you finger fuck me…I’m gunna’ cum soon…please…my clit…PLEASE!!!”

Again I’m expecting one thing and he gives me another.

I’m hoping his thumb will move up to my clit…instead his body moves down and his wonderful tongue flicks out against my clit.

I cry out a wordless moan and push my pussy up against his face. In seconds my hands are in his hair again and his tongue is lashing against my throbbing clit while his fingers mercilessly pump in and out of my pussy.

“God! Yes! Fuck yes! Fuck me Damian! Fuck me deeper!!! Oh yes! My clit! My clit! Yes!!! Lick my clit while you shove your fingers in my pussy baby!!! Deeper! Deeper!!! I’m gunna’ cum!!! I want your cock in me when I cum…please Damian! FUCK ME!!!”

I pull his head up from my pussy by his hair and urge him up the length of my body. I move my hand down to grasp his hot, throbbing cock in my hand. I hold him for a second and moan softly before guiding his cock into my aching pussy.

He pushes in until he’s as deep inside me as he can go and I moan loudly and clench my pussy muscles to hold him there a moment so I can enjoy the feeling of being filled.

I slip my hand down between our bodies and begin rubbing my clit as I relax my pussy muscles and look up at him, “Please…fuck me…I’m so close…I want to feel you cum inside me…please…fuck me hard…make me cum for you…please!”

He throws his head back and pulls his cock slowly out of my pussy then shoves it back in as hard and as deep as he can, making me scream out wordlessly and arch against his body.

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