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“Bye Janice,” I called behind me as I left the cafe, “enjoy your weekend!” I didn’t bother to wait for her reply and let the heavy door fall shut. The musty city air was unpleasant compared to the smooth roasted coffee aroma of the cafe. It was nearly eight-thirty, not an ideal time to get out of work on a Friday but at least there was no traffic getting home.

As soon as I got out of my car I checked my texts and voicemails. Nothing exciting except for a message from my landlord about my new roommate. I rolled my eyes, she never gave me much warning about when someone was moving in but I always put up with it. It’s only fair considering she never harasses me for rent or tacks on fees, even if it’s over a month late.

My last roommate stayed for one semester and I hardly ever saw her except for when she came out of her room to microwave some ramen or use the bathroom. She was one of those video-gamer shut-ins. I didn’t feel like meeting my new one right away so I grabbed one of my joints from my purse and walked around behind the building.

I lit up and read a book to decompress for a few minutes. Leaning my back against the building and closing my eyes, I let the gentle tingle of the high flood my body. My mind began to wander back to the night before when I missed the last train and didn’t have enough money to pay the taxi.

I was a horny from smoking and grinding on guys all night long at the club, so the idea came to mind pretty quickly. There were plenty of taxis along the main road so I searched for one with a lonely-looking guy. I lucked out in finding a scrawny, thin-haired caramel colored guy who looked to be in his early twenties. His shirt had “Magic the–” something written on it and there were large plush, oddly shaped dice hanging from the rear-view mirror.

I pulled my thin skirt up a bit before walking over and getting in the front. His name was Jeff and he had curly black hair and a lanky frame. I gave him my address and complimented his hair, making sure to lightly run my hands through it. He blushed and thanked me before taking off in a jerky haste.

I flirted with him a bit on the way and when we stopped in front of my place I gently placed my hand on his thigh, “So Jeff, I was wondering, theoretically, if I didn’t have enough money to pay the bill…” a bulge began to form in his pants as I slowly rubbed his leg and leaned closer, letting my nipple slip out a bit, “could I possibly pay you with…” I looked in his eyes, “…other services?”

I was surprised to find Jeff rather forward as he demanded that I get naked and suck his cock. I gladly did so and told him to spank me, hard. He degraded me and insulted me as I slurped up his cock, getting wetter with every slap on my ass. Eventually his cum exploded into my mouth and I drank it greedily.

A loud car horn coming from a street away ripped me from my daydream and I realized I was soaking wet and incredibly horny. I finished off my joint and went inside with the hopes of masturbating for a few hours. I unlocked the front door and rushed through the kitchen, colliding with my roommate as I came around a corner. I went flying back onto my large rump while he caught himself on the wall.

“I’m so–” As I looked up I first noticed the large bald patch on his head, then the sag of his skin around sivas escort his face. He looked like he was eighty years old. “…sorry.” I finished as he reached down to help me up.

“Not a problem honey, are you okay?” He asked.

“Oh, yeah I’m fine, sorry again. Are you my new roommate?” I noticed he was looking at my breasts which were easily seen through my thin white t-shirt. Thin shirts got me better tips at the cafe so that’s what I wore to work. Feeling confident, I straightened my back, allowing my chest to stick out a little more.

“Oh…uh, yeah, I hope that’s okay with you?” He looked apologetic.

“Yeah that’s fine.” I said before he shuffled over to the living room. I watched him sit on the couch and then had a sudden thought. I had seen a couple porn videos of old men fucking younger girls and wondered if it would be fun. I went into my room to change into a thin, skin-tight top and silky pajama shorts before joining him on the couch.

“Are you a student at the local college?” I asked him.

“Yes, ma’am. I’m coming back for the GED program they offer to old-farts like myself.” He laughed at his own joke before changing the channel.

I noticed him eyeing me again so I stood up and began cleaning the livingroom, making sure to give him good views of the merchandise as I bent over. “Sorry it’s such a mess, I didn’t know I was going to have company today.”

He answered hoarsely, “My ex-wife never cleaned so this is nothing in comparison.” I turned to see him trying to hide his erection. “In fact, she never did much for me.”

I came over and sat on the arm of the couch, right next to him, “That’s awful, I believe that in every relationship, both partners should try hard to please each other as much as they can.” His eyes were trained on my erect nipples. “Did she do that for you?”

He didn’t realize I had asked him a question at first, “Uh, did…did she try to…p-please me?” He seemed unsure of whether he should answer, “…no, not really. Plus it’s been years since we divorced.” His erection was now too large to hide so he let his arm sit on the arm rest, barely grazing my ass.

I scooted just enough so that his hand was fully touching me, sending hot, electric tingles throughout my rump and into my hot sex. I felt him slide his hand up, carefully running it along my back and then back down. My eyelids fluttered at the heat of his touch as I leaned forward, giving him more to work with. Whispering breathily I said, “That’s too bad,” and licked my lips.

He reached up with his other hand and gently pulled me closer, closing the gap between our lips. His were soft but his tongue was strong as it slipped its way into me, exploring my mouth. The area between my legs burned with desire as I slid onto his lap. I ran my hand along his chest and began grinding myself on him, savoring the feel of my wet heat against my silky shorts. I felt his cock grow even bigger as we moved against each other.

He groaned as I rubbed myself on him through our clothes. His hands explored my body, gently feeling my ass as he slid his warm hands up my back and under my shirt.

I felt his thumbs graze the sides of my chest lightly before his hands found their way to my lustrous and soft breasts. My nipples lit with passion when https://sivashabersitesi.com his fingers slid across them, rubbing them and teasing them, sending electric signals throughout. He stroked them with his thumbs, moving them in circles as his tongue continued to interlock with mine.

I broke the kiss just long enough to lean back and tear off my shirt, exposing my breasts to this man I had just met. He reached forward and pulled me in as his tongue reached for my nipples. His tongue flicked over one and I let out a light groan. My pussy pulsed with desire and pleasure as I continued to rub myself against him. The feel of his tongue against my nipples felt amazing, I never wanted him to stop. I was so wet I could feel my juices drip down my thighs and through my shorts onto him. Every movement I made ignited a fire in me as I pressed myself harder and harder into him, nearly shaking with the blissful tingle of my sex down below.

To my chagrin he pulled away from my breasts and began to unbuckle his belt. Realizing what he wanted I stood up and let my silky shorts drop to the floor, exposing myself entirely to him. Enjoying the way his eyes lit up at the sight of my curvaceous body I turned around, swaying my hips and slowly making my way back to him. When I was within arms reach, he grabbed my ass and squeezed, sending electricity from his fingertips into me.

At this point my pussy was throbbing with desire and I didn’t think I could wait anymore. I reached down, grabbing and stroking his huge, thick cock as I brought myself closer. As the tip of his dick touched my wet slit, I let out a loud moan and began rubbing it along me, from my pussy up to my clit and back down.

I felt him grab my hips and force me down. The tip pressed at my opening, sending a burning desire through me, causing me to exclaim with pleasure. It pushed easily further and I moaned as it slowly spread me apart. With every inch that entered me, I felt myself lose a part of my consciousness to the incredible pleasure that was amplified by the high. He pushed until his balls pressed against my smooth ass and I could feel his twitching cock touching every inch of my vagina. It felt so good to have such an enormous dick in me that for a second all I could do was sit there. Soon I lifted myself, enjoying the feeling of his cock slipping out of me, pulling on me as we both moaned with the motion. I moved slowly at first, down and then back up, almost overwhelmed by the feeling of his shaft moving in and out of me.

We were both moaning and thrusting into each other, trying my push his cock in as far as we could until it wouldn’t go any further. With each thrust I could feel more and more pleasure fill me, my body, and every inch of my soaking wet sex. I was nearly drowning in it, unable to even remember where I was or who I was with. All I knew was the pleasure of the dick pounding me until minutes later I felt something change in me and all of that pleasure burst into an ocean of ecstasy and white light. I closed my eyes and leaned back into him as I huffed and let the light fade away. I was breathing heavy and when i opened my eyes, my vision was a little blurred as I realized I had squirted all over the floor and was resting against him.

“Get up and bend over the arm.” He breathed into my ear. “I’m not done.”

Still a little dazed, I did as he said. He came up behind me and slipped his huge cock back into me, causing me to cry out.

He fucked and slapped and bit me as his cock pounded my pussy into oblivion. Every thrust of his cock into me felt better than the last and I wanted more and more. I angled myself so the tip of his cock would slam against my g-spot with every thrust. I felt a second orgasm coming at the same time he began saying “Oh god, I’m going to cum. Of fuck, oh fuck! Oh shit here it comes!” He moaned loudly as he thrust his pulsing cock into me and pumped load after load of semen deep into my vagina. He huffed as he stepped back, pulling himself out. I watched as an enormous stream of white, fluffy cum dripped out of me.

I sighed and flopped onto the couch.

He smiled.

“Your cock is amazing, old man, but I don’t know if you can keep up with me.” I smiled and began rubbing my clit, already wanting more.

He flashed a toothy smile as he stroked his cock and walked closer. He picked up my legs and brought himself closer, teasing me with his eyes.

“Do you want this?” He asked as I looked at his still erect cock.

“Yes.” I moaned, gyrating my hips in anticipation.

“How badly do you want my cock?” He smirked.

“So bad. I want it so bad, please, just put it in me.” I could feel the tingle of desire pulse through me.

“If you want it that bad, you have to call me Daddy.” His demeanor seemed to become more stoic and rough. “You have to beg your Daddy to please you.” I could see his cock getting even harder, if that was possible.

I saw the need flash in his eyes, the need to be called Daddy, to dominate me. “Please Daddy, please.” With each word I spoke, I got more into it, “Please Daddy, won’t you help your little girl?” I slid my fingers down and rubbed my clit, “I need my Daddy to teach me how to feel good. Can you do that for me Daddy?” I pleaded him with my voice and my eyes, feeling myself really get into the role.

“Yes baby, oh god, Daddy is going to fucking destroy you.” He positioned himself and shoved his cock into me with a force I didn’t even think he could muster

He pounded me over and over again as I shouted “Yes, Daddy! Oh god!” squirming as I felt every inch of his cock fill me. I thrust my hips into him, savoring the feeling of his cock slamming against me. I could feel the pleasure build up. I began whimpering in ecstasy, getting louder each time as an orgasm began to hit me. I let out a long, loud moan as my body pulsed with pure bliss.

He didn’t stop and continued to pound me, telling me I was a dirty little girl and Daddy needed to teach me a lesson. An hour later I could see pleasure contort his face as an orgasm built up. He leaned into me and shouted loudly as he released an enormous blast of cum inside me. It was so strong I could feel it shooting into me, filling me everywhere. It seeped out around his cock as he came until he collapsed on top of me. We laid there in an enormous puddle of cum that had formed beneath us, unable to do anything but breathe.

Eventually he stood, examining his work. I spread my legs, playing with my cum-covered pussy and giving a good view.

He smirked, “I think we are going to get along just fine.”

I returned the smile.

“You would definitely like my friends.” He said.

I raised my eyebrows, “I guess I’ll have to meet them to make that decision.”

“Oh, you will.” He said as he slowly left the room.

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Elizabeth and John Ch. 03

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The shared bath changed everything. Now, they didn’t bother to hide their feelings and were slowly discovering each other. Elizabeth knew that she was falling deeply in love with him in a very different way from the way that she had loved Peter. Her feelings for her brother were those of a sensual woman, not a girl. She could see that the attraction she felt for him had probably always been there but that she had denied it and that her submission to his will was caused by a suppressed wish to belong to him. She knew that was ready to let him have sex with her. She also knew that what they were going to do was a sin in the eyes of both God and man but she believed in a forgiving God, one that would not blame them for a love that was not hurting anyone.

The amorous and sensual climate surrounding their relationship was suddenly broken a few weeks later. Her brother had hired new hands to help with the cattle he had bought and, since Mrs Bennett was busy elsewhere, Elizabeth had gone to the stable to take the men their lunch. She greeted them politely and was greeted politely in return but as the men lined up to receive their food she became aware that their attention was not on their food but on her body. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about that, and it was clear from the looks they were giving her that they were envisioning her in a different setting and certainly without the every-day work clothes that she was wearing. John, who was sitting with the men, was incensed by their interest in her but, wanting to avoid an argument, he decided that the best way to warn them off was to clearly establish the nature of the relationship between the two of them. He got up from the table, seized her by the waist and gave her a kiss on her lips. Startled by his actions she tried to escape from his grasp. As he released her he laughed and said,

“Come on my love, don’t I deserve a kiss before lunch?” Embarrassed to her core by his action and flushing a bright red she ran out of the stable and into the house silently cursing both him and his possessive ways.

She was both ashamed and angered by his behaviour. Mr. Bennett had been there and she was afraid that he would tell the others that she was John’s sister. What would everybody think? My God, they could be imprisoned for that. At dinner she sat in stony silence ignoring him and his numerous attempts at conversation. She tried to distract herself by watching Michael trying to feed himself while she gave little John his dinner. When the boys had finished she cleaned their hands and mouths and took them upstairs where she played a little with them before putting them to sleep.

When she returned downstairs and went to the table to clear the dishes, John grabbed her, pulled her to him and made her sit on his lap.

“Tsk, Tsk, so, my little kitten is angry with me?” he teased while he nibbled on her ear.

“Oh, stop it John,” she said feigning anger as she tried to hide her body’s response to even his slightest touch. “Don’t you see what you’ve done? Mr Bennett will tell everybody that you’re my brother and they’ll know that we’ve committed incest. God, we can both go to prison for that.”

He looked at her in surprise and replied,

“What are you saying? Firstly, as far as I know we haven’t committed incest and secondly, neither of the Bennetts know that you are my sister — they both think you are my sister-in-law. It seems that when you told Mrs. Bennett about Susan you referred to her as ‘my dear sister’ and, fortunately for us, she misunderstood and now thinks that Susan was your real sister. For that I think we both ought to thank God!”

“How do you know?” she asked, but he ignored her and started to caress her breasts through her blouse. She pulled his hair to draw his attention.

“O.k. let me think… I guess that I’ve known for about two or three months. Mr. Bennett came to me the day after our trip to town and suggested that since you were no longer in mourning that it was a good time to make an honest woman out of you. He also said that he was sure your sister would not have minded if I married you. When I asked him how he knew that Susan was your sister he mentioned your conversation with his wife. You see? I told you that you don’t need to be worried.”

Re-assured, but still upset, she slapped his hand away from her breasts and got up from his lap..

“But you still had no right to treat me like you did in front of those men today. They all know we’re not married. What will they think of me?” His mood, which up to now had been playful, changed in an instant.

“Those men in the stable, I saw the way they looked at you and that can only mean one thing …trouble. It’s better that they know once and for all that you’re mine, that you belong to me. I don’t give a damn about the men and neither should you … that’s if you’re not interested in what they have to offer.”

Irritated, once again by his insensitivity, she tried to escape uşak escort from his grasp, but he easily held her. Pinning both her hands in one of his he pulled her back onto his lap and then used the other to explore her body. Gradually, as his hands touched her secret places, her resistance waned and her body started to respond to his caresses. He kissed her passionately and she moaned as her body responded; her sex becoming moist with want. With her help he slowly removed her clothes until, finally, she was sitting naked on his lap. She could feel, even through his clothes, his erect cock as it probed and rubbed against the opening to her pussy. Reaching round her body he rubbed her belly and, as he did, whispered in her ear, “You’ll soon stop whining about propriety when I plant my cum in your little warm, wet cunt and your belly starts to grow with my child.” Her face burned as she heard his soft, masculine laugh. “Don’t deny it, Beth. I know that you want me. I also know that what you really want is for me to be your master, for me to mount you, to pleasure you, to fill your cunt with my cum.”

She got up from his lap and slapped him hard on the face, her body trembling with anger. She knew she wanted him, she knew that every word he said was true, but his ugly words hurt her and brought tears to her eyes. He touched his face where she had hit him and looked at her.

“You’re mine, Elizabeth and no other man will have you, not while I’m alive. Incest may well be a sin, but I’d rather go to hell than lose you, and, whatever you say, sooner or later I will have you… The sooner you recognize that this is what you want the better.” When he had finished he got up from the chair and left, leaving her alone and confused.

That had happened two days ago. In the meantime he had gone with the men to a neighbouring ranch to bring back the cattle he had bought and, although he had returned to the ranch that afternoon, they had not been able to talk as he had been too busy with the cattle. Elizabeth ate dinner alone and was thankful as she was unsure how they would both react when they were in each other’s presence again.

After dinner she sat in the parlour on her own thinking about their relationship and where it was going. She knew she wanted him but couldn’t see how they could live together as lovers or even as husband and wife under the ever-present threat of their incestuous relationship being discovered. Unable to find a solution she went to bed. Lying in bed provided no relief as her mind kept returning to their relationship and her feelings for him. She was brought back to the present when the baby emitted a long wail, a sure indication that he was feeling hungry. She got out of bed, sat in the armchair, unbuttoned her night-dress and, with practiced ease, removed her left breast and offered the nipple to him. A full moon illuminated the room and fell onto her pale skin, accentuating her fair complexion and highlighting her heavy milk-filled breast. As the baby started suckling, the door opened and she saw her brother in the threshold.

“I though I heard a sound,” he said as he entered the room looking tired.

The summer night was hot and he had stripped down so that he was wearing only his pants. She stared briefly at his tanned torso taking in his lean muscles and his sculpted abdomen but then her mind drifted back to the last time she had seen him naked and to the image of his proud, rampant cock which she had since incestuously held, licked and sucked and whose cum she had swallowed. Frightened, but excited by her thoughts, she gave him a tentative smile.

“Sorry, I tried to get to him before he made too much noise.” Her voice was barely a whisper as she tried not to wake her son who slept in the room next to hers. “Please, go back to bed, I will take care of him. Tomorrow is going to be a hard day and you need to rest.”

Tomorrow would be a hard day. The cattle they had brought back that afternoon needed to be branded, treated for injuries and separated by age and sex. In fact the next few days would be tough for not only had he to deal with new livestock but he also had to make sure that the new men were settled in. However, if everything went well, they would be able to sell some of the cattle next year and use the money to make much needed improvements to both the house and the ranch.

“Oh, I don’t mind, it gives me a chance to be with him. I don’t get much chance during the day and besides, you know I love to watch you breastfeeding him,” he said, his grey eyes piercing her blue ones.

With a smile he sat down on his haunches in front of her and took the one of the baby’s little hands in his. When the baby gripped his finger his smile deepened.

“Hi there little one, are you enjoying yourself? Do you like your auntie’s breast?”

As he watched the baby hungrily sucking her breast, almost absent-mindedly he started stroking the baby’s hair and, as he did so, touched the muglalisahidi.com top of her breast. She knew that it wasn’t an accident, that, whatever their disagreements, he wanted her and that he wanted her to decide once and for all to let him make love to her. She also knew that by touching her breast he was, in effect, letting her decide if she would reject or accept him.

In spite of the hurt she felt from the way he had treated her in front of others or the assumptions he made about her desire for him she knew that she didn’t have the will or desire to refuse him any longer. She was just as anxious as him to be more to him than just his sister and, by default, a mother to his son. She wanted to belong to him, to be his woman and the one to satisfy the needs of his body.

When the baby finished sucking her breast she raised him to her shoulder in order to burp him. Automatically she started to cover her exposed breast with her free hand but her brother interrupted her attempt at modesty by taking her hand in his.

“Don’t!” he ordered in the authoritative tone typical of him, “I want to see your body — all of it.” She obeyed immediately, moving her hands to her side and leaving her body totally open to his gaze. Although she couldn’t understand it or explain it his aggressiveness, the look of lust on his face and his semi-naked masculinity excited her and she started to feel shivers running down her spine. Against her best intentions she felt her body respond and her nipples begin to swell. He moved to kneel in front of her and then, very slowly and without taking his eyes from hers, he bent his head toward her breast, his hot breath on her skin. His mouth closed around her left nipple, replacing that of his son. He started suckling, gently taking her milk into his mouth.

Overwhelmed by the effects of him feeding from her breast, her breathing became erratic and her pussy started to moisten. He began to suck harder, from time to time removing his mouth, milking her with his hand and watching, enthralled, as the milk sprayed from her nipples. The more he sucked and played with her breasts the more love he felt for her and the more her pussy responded, becoming slicker and slicker with her juices. Then, without warning, his suckling was interrupted by a cry from his son, startling him and causing him to let go of her breast.

Interpreting the baby’s cry as evidence that he was still hungry, Elizabeth took out her right breast and gave it to him. As the baby started suckling, her brother resumed his use of her other breast, at first playing with and stimulating her nipple and making her milk flow, then twisting it between his fingers and finally biting it so hard that she gasped. Totally under his spell she felt her body respond to the bite, her nipples felt as if they were on fire, her pussy became even slicker and her cum leaked onto her night-dress. Caught up in the pleasant sensations provided by her bother’s hands and mouth the baby at her breast was now a hindrance. She removed him from her breast, burped him perfunctorily and put him in the cradle. Standing there with her night-dress partially open, with both her breasts exposed and with a growing stain on her night-dress she felt embarrassed but, at the same time, knowing that her body craved her brother’s attention.

Sensing her indecision, he reached out, took her hand and led her down the corridor to his own room. As soon as they entered the room he took her in his arms and kissed her face, her neck and the curve of her breasts.

As he started to unbutton the rest of the buttons on her night-dress he whispered,

“I want you so much that I could eat you! I’ve waited far too long to make love to you. I want to as my lover as well as my sister. But before I do I need you to tell me that this is what you want. You must tell me that you want me to fuck you.”

The buttons undone her night-dress fell to the floor leaving her naked, exposed and trembling but with a look of love in her eyes. She knew the answer. Whatever doubts she had ever had about their relationship has disappeared.

“John, you know I love you and I know that you love me. I want you. I think that I have always wanted you and to be yours but now I finally think that I’m ready to have you do whatever you want to me. Yes – to fuck me if you want.”

Excited by her words, hearing from her for the first time that she wanted him to fuck her, he kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, and then, taking her into his arms, he carried her to the bed. Sitting beside her he took off his pants and then said, light-heartedly, “from now on you will be my lover and as my lover and my mistress one of your first duties will be to feed me ……from your breasts.” He started once again to suckle on her right breast. To Elizabeth, excited by a sexual tension she had never before experienced, it felt as if every stream of milk that went into his mouth connected directly to her pussy. Her body shuddered. Feeling her response he used his hands to caress her inner thigh and then stroke her silk-like public hair, her pussy lips and, finally, her engorged clit. His mouth left her breast and trailed soft kisses up to her neck.

“Who do you belong to?” He nipped her ear lobe with his teeth as he breathed into her ear.

“You, brother…. I belong to you …only to you.”

Satisfied with her response, he slid his mouth down to her neck, sucking and biting, using his mouth to mark her as his possession and sending shivers down her spine and into her pussy. He licked his way down to her breasts biting and marking them as further proof of his ownership of her most intimate places. He continued down to her stomach and, finally, to her waiting pussy. It was beautiful; he had wanted to lick and suck it from the moment he saw her naked for the first time.

He eased himself between her thighs and opened the pink folds slowly savouring the moment and loving how wet she was for him. Absorbing the feel and the tantalising, womanly smell of her pussy he knew he couldn’t resist taking her in his mouth. He leaned forward running his tongue round the labia and then her clitoris, which had burst out of its hood. He played with the man-in-the-boat and as it grew even larger he took the throbbing flesh and suckled it with his mouth.

Elizabeth gasped and thrust her hips forward to offer more of her pussy to his voracious sucking. He abandoned her clitoris and thrust his tongue deep inside her cunt making her moan in passion as he tongue-fucked her.

She tastes like heaven he thought, as he ran his tongue deep inside her, licking her juices out of her slick hole. He felt her hands clasp his head as he fucked her pussy with his tongue. As her passion mounted he returned his attention to her clit; licking, sucking and, occasionally, nipping it. Her body started to buck and, in response, he inserted two fingers deep into her channel. As he felt her getting close to her orgasm he inserted a third finger, roughly thrusting all three in and out while all the time continuing to suck, nibble and lick her clit. The closer she came to her climax the harder she bucked against his face and then, as she came, she grabbed his head and thrust her pussy hard and repeatedly against his face. She moaned and trembled violently, loosing a flood of cum from her pussy onto his face. Coming down from her climax she continued to rub herself against his mouth while he continued to lick her cum from her pussy until, unable to stand it anymore, she gasped,

“Please. No more. It’s too much!”

To her brother her response and her uncomplaining submission were everything he had wished for. He was so excited that he thought his balls would explode if she wouldn’t let him fuck her. Knowing now what he had to do, he got up from between her legs, grabbed her by the waist and threw her without ceremony into the middle of the bed. Excited by a feeling of power, he straddled her and then grabbed his erect cock, flaunting it, showing it to her, pointing it at her and telling her what she could expect when it penetrated not just her cunt but all of her orifices. Looking up it appeared enormous to her and, for a moment, she was concerned that it was too big for her pussy. She didn’t have long to worry about it. Without waiting for her permission, he mounted her and rammed it up to the hilt into her waiting pussy.

As he penetrated her he felt her pussy stretch around his cock and he groaned, lost in waves of raw pleasure from the heavenly sensations induced by both the incredible tightness and the searing heat of her cunt. She issued a moan from depth of her throat as the initial pain of being stretched by his cock transformed into waves of pleasure which permeated her entire body.

He became a man driven, all his pent up lust driving him to use his cock as a battering ram. Lost in the pleasure of fucking her, he was barely aware of her loud moans and yelps of pain as he rammed his cock violently against her cervix. Twisting and pinching her exposed breasts he demanded,

“Will you always be mine? Will you let me fuck you wherever, whenever and however I want?”

Totally dominated by his aggression and, despite herself, feeling pleasure in the pain he was inflicting on both her breasts and pussy she gasped,

“Yes, I’ll do whatever you want. Yes, you can fuck me when, where and however you want.” She knew now that her brother had become her owner, the master of her body and of her soul. She knew now that her surrender to his will was complete and irreversible and that from now on she would always give him whatever he asked of her.

Satisfied by her capitulation he raised his arm, shouted a victorious ‘Yes’ and started to fuck her faster, pumping his cock in and out of her pussy. She responded, moving her hips to the increasing rhythm of his strokes.

“Oh God it’s good…. please go on…don’t stop. Faster. Harder. Cum in me….fill my cunt,” she pleaded. Then, as she approached her climax, she uttered the words which he knew meant her final submission, ” …………..make me pregnant.”

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Authour’s Note: This is the third part of a longer series. To fully enjoy this chapter, please read One Week With Mr. Hansen Ch. 01 and Ch. 02 first!

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I tapped my fingers against the table in frustration. Mr. Hansen had taken my best friend Jenny inside and locked me out. This was not what was supposed to happen. Jenny and I wanted to share him, and that meant I was supposed to be included. A three-way couldn’t happen if I was locked out in the back yard.

He had told me to trust him before shutting the window a few minutes earlier. Trust him to do what? Fuck my best friend when he was supposed to be fucking me? I couldn’t be mad at Jenny — she had been as obviously shocked as I was when he pulled her into the house and locked the door behind him. But I still felt a pang of irritation when I thought about her. I didn’t mind sharing with Jenny at all — Jenny and I had done a lot together and we had been talking about having a threesome for a long time before the opportunity presented itself with Mr. Hansen. But I was irritated that she was with Mr. Hansen by herself, with me locked outside for who knew how long.

I crossed my arms over my modest breasts, but my hard nipples poking into my arm just served to remind me how turned on I still was from sucking on Jenny’s large tits. I had been sitting in the sun just long enough for the water from the pool to have dried off me, and the only moisture left on my body other than my wet hair was between my legs. I crossed my legs, holding them together tightly as I glared at nothing in particular.

I don’t know how long I sat outside with my arms and legs crossed. It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes, but it felt like a lot longer. I was trying to convince myself that my anger was because I was so incredibly turned on rather than me wanting Mr. Hansen to myself, when the clicking of the lock caught my attention. I stood up and whirled around as Mr. Hansen opened the door. He was still as naked as I was, his cock standing up. I could see precum dripping off it, glistening in the afternoon sunlight. My initial reaction was to drop onto my knees and lick the precum off his cock, but I glared at him instead.

“Am I allowed to join you now?” I asked sarcastically.

Instead of looking angry or ashamed, Mr. Hansen smiled, stepping forward to wrap his strong arms around me. I struggled to move away from him, refusing to let him off the hook so easily, but he held me against him firmly, kissing my neck. “You won’t be so angry when you see what I’ve got for you.”

I frowned again. “What?” I asked, looking at him as I stopped struggling away from him.

Mr. Hansen took the opportunity to kiss me gently on the lips. “Come on. It wouldn’t have taken so long but I had to convince her it was okay.”

I didn’t wait for Mr. Hansen to lead me into the house, instead pulling away from him and bolting through the door. Convince Jenny it was okay? Since when did Jenny need convincing in regards to anything sex-related? I suddenly felt guilty for being irritated with her. I trusted Mr. Hansen fully, but what if he had done something to her?

I turned into the den and stopped short. My mouth dropped open and I still hadn’t moved when Mr. Hansen came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “What do you think?” he whispered.

Jenny was sitting on a chair that Mr. Hansen had taken from the kitchen, her eyes sparkling as she looked at me. I was sure she would have been smiling, but the scarf tied around her mouth was pulling at her cheeks. Her arms were tied behind the back of the chair with another scarf, which made her chest push forward. Her legs had been tied to two of the chair legs, spread just wide enough that I could see her bare, glistening pussy. She was so wet that it had already dripped on the chair, and her scent was already filling the room. I could almost taste her sweet juices — I had licked her cunt many times before, and I knew just how wonderful she tasted.

What shocked me most, however, was that her large pink nipples had shiny silver clamps on them. They were attached by a thin chain that was pulled almost taut from the size of her breasts, with another chain attached in the middle that was currently hanging against Jenny’s flat stomach, obviously meant to be held by someone else. I wondered mildly where Mr. Hansen had gotten them, before remembering he had been running errands, and that he had probably meant those for me. My pussy throbbed as I wondered what else he had gotten for me.

“You said you wanted to see her dominated,” Mr. Hansen whispered in my ear, sounding concerned. “Is this okay?”

I finally turned to face him, smiling widely. “It’s PERFECT, Daddy!” I exclaimed, throwing my arms around his neck and pulling him in for a hard kiss. Mr. Hansen held me tightly against him, and I felt his cock twitch against me as I kissed him enthusiastically. He rolled his hips against me, grinding his cock into me, and I moaned against him. I finally had to pull back to take a breath, but I looked up at him, grinning. “Do I get to play with her?”

He kissed me lightly. “Yes, baby, of course,” he said. “But your Daddy gets to watch, right?”

I giggled. “Of course, Daddy.”

He kissed me again, a bit softer, incredibly caring. “Am I forgiven now?” he whispered.

I kissed him harder, sucking on his lower lip. “Of course, Daddy,” I answered softly, before pulling away from him and beylikdüzü escort walking up in front of Jenny.

Her eyes followed me until I was stopped directly in front of her. My arousal grew as I looked at her more closely. The clamps were tight on her nipples, and it would only take a gentle tug of the chain to make things uncomfortable for her. I picked it up delicately, not wanting to pull on it just yet. The cool metal chain was thin in my hands, but I knew just how powerful a tool it was — just picking it up, Jenny tensed. I assumed that Mr. Hansen had practiced with it before he let me inside.

He came up behind me, his hard cock pressing against my ass. “You can do anything you want to her,” he said, talking about Jenny as if she wasn’t even there. “This little whore has no limits. She wants to be fucked, slapped, bitten, hit… if you really want, you can untie her and make her do anything you want.”

I inhaled sharply as he talked about my best friend like that. Jenny moaned softly, the sound so muffled by her gag that I almost didn’t hear it. She was loving every second of this. Mr. Hansen moved away from me, sitting on the couch so he could watch what I did.

The first thing I did to Jenny was give a light, experimental tug on the chain in my hand. She jumped forward, a high pitched whimper escaping from her throat. I almost dropped the chain in surprise. Her breathing was heavy as she looked up at me, and I was incredibly relieved to see that she had enjoyed it.

“God, Jenny,” I whispered. I leaned forward, bending over to run my tongue along her cleavage, letting it jump over the chain that connected the two clamps, and licking underneath her breasts. I kissed her stomach and all the way down to her shaven mound, but once I was there, I moved my mouth to her thighs so I could taste her juices without touching the place she wanted me to play with most. She whimpered longingly and I shook my head, licking her thighs before I stood back up. “Daddy, I want her to lick my pussy,” I said, making my voice almost whiny.

“Go ahead and untie her, baby,” he told me. “Hold onto that chain, though. Make sure she behaves.”

I let my fingers trail down Jenny’s legs before I untied her legs from the chair. After I had her legs untied, I took the chain lightly and moved behind her to untie her arms. The chain was long enough that she could move a little ways away from me, which I knew would come in handy when she was licking my dripping cunt. As soon as her arms were loose, she pulled them to her side, stretching them. She made the mistake of trying to rub her arms, as crossing them across her chest pushed on the clamps. Mr. Hansen laughed as she yelped. “She’ll figure it out sooner or later,” he chuckled.

I leaned forward and kissed Jenny’s clamped nipples, my lips just hardly brushing against her, hardly even touching the cool metal of the clamp. I let my tongue run around her areolas, and the attention paid there made Jenny moan through her gag. She grasped my shoulders, her knees almost giving out as I played with her increasingly sensitive nipples. After a few moments, I stopped. Each time she moaned, my pussy throbbed, and I was at the point that I needed her mouth on me.

I pushed down on her shoulders, making her drop to her knees, though I was nice and held the chain a bit lower so it wouldn’t tug. She looked up at me, her eyes wide, and I quickly undid the gag and pulled it off her. She took a deep gasp of air, and I’m sure she meant to say something, but I immediately pressed her face against my pussy. I heard her surprised cry before she stuck her tongue out and licked my slit.

A soft moan escaped my lips as I felt Jenny’s familiar tongue on me. She raised her hands, letting them rest on my hips before moving one to my pussy. Her fingers spread my pussy lips and she wasted no time teasing me. She dipped her tongue into my tight, dripping hole, and I gasped as she tongue-fucked me. I let one of my hands rest on her head, her hair still wet from our swim earlier, while the other dangled at my side, holding the chain attached to her nipples. Her tongue slid in and out of my pussy before she moved her mouth away from my hole and to my clit, flicking her tongue against it and sucking on it as she slipped a finger into my pussy. I almost dropped the chain in my hands and lost balance as she sucked my clit, the hand I had on her head the only thing that kept me from falling over. I gasped, grinding my cunt against her face unintentionally as Jenny’s skilled mouth worked my clit and her finger slid in and out of my cunt. It wasn’t long before she added another finger, curling them just slightly so she hit my G-spot, pushing her fingers in as far as they’d go before she pulled back.

Jenny knew how to make me cum, and she knew how to make me cum fast. She moved her mouth against my clit hard, and she didn’t slow at all as I started to whimper, my hand tightening in her hair as I felt myself getting closer to the edge. She worked her tongue around my clit, still pumping her fingers in and out of my pussy. It took a single, light sucking of my clit to push me over the edge and I felt my orgasm rolling through me. Jenny’s wonderful mouth never stopped, lapping at my juices as her fingers rubbed my pussy. I held her face close to my cunt as my orgasm rocked through my body, keeping her there until I came down, panting. She pulled away from me and adana escort looked up, grinning as she licked her lips and wiped some of my juices off her face.

“Did I do good?” she asked, still grinning.

“Very good,” Mr. Hansen answered for me. I glanced over at him. His hand was on his cock and precum dripped from the tip. He saw me looking at him and smiled as he stood. “It was a good show.”

“I’m glad you liked it, Daddy,” I giggled as he came up to me. He kissed me lightly, his hand resting around me on my ass.

“Do I get to have a turn with her?” he asked me.

Jenny moaned, still on her knees in front of us, but neither Mr. Hansen nor I looked at her, only adding to the charade that Jenny seemed to absolutely love. I kissed Mr. Hansen, letting a hand trail down to his hard cock. I stroked him softly for a moment, pressing it between my hand and my body lightly. Mr. Hansen groaned against my lips, and I let go of his cock after a moment, pulling back and grinning at him. “Only if I get to play, too,” I told him. “Go sit on the couch again, Daddy.”

Mr. Hansen smiled and sat down. I pulled ever so slightly on Jenny’s chain, and she whimpered. “Follow me,” I said, stepping forward towards Mr. Hansen. Jenny had no choice but to fall onto her hands and crawl after me, hurrying so that the chain wouldn’t pull. Once we were in front of Mr. Hansen, I sat down on the couch beside him and handed him the chain. “Suck his cock, slut,” I ordered Jenny.

She grinned at me and leaned forward, licking Mr. Hansen’s cock. Mr. Hansen groaned and made to put his arm around me, but I shifted, pulling my legs up onto the couch and moving onto my stomach, my head in his lap. His hand ended up on my ass as I licked the tip of his cock. Jenny looked at me as we both licked Mr. Hansen’s cock, her eyes sparkling as she worked the underside and I licked the top. Eventually she moved her mouth to his balls, sucking them as I wrapped my lips around his cock and sucked him. Mr. Hansen’s breathing was hard and his hand moved against my ass, slipping down between my legs so he could rub my slit. I didn’t know exactly what Jenny was doing with his balls, but Mr. Hansen was loving it, and he couldn’t keep himself from thrusting up into my mouth. I took his cock eagerly, hoping he was enjoying having two sets of teen lips on his hard cock.

After a few moments, his hand moved from my ass up to my hair and he pulled me back almost roughly. “Stop, Jenny,” he ordered as he pulled me away, and she obeyed immediately, sitting back on her knees and looking up at the two of us. Mr. Hansen kissed me hard, laughing after he pulled back. “I’m not ending this so soon,” he said, and I grinned, not wanting it to end either.

Jenny smiled innocently. “Did we do a good job, sir?” she asked, licking her full lips.

“Very good,” he told her, and she looked incredibly pleased with herself. I couldn’t help the tingle that ran through my body as Jenny smiled, so into playing the submissive slave to me and Mr. Hansen. She bit her lip after she smiled, glancing at me before looking back at him.

“Do I get a… a treat for being good?” she asked hesitantly.

Mr. Hansen smiled at her. “I would say you deserve one, but you have to ask Claire, remember?”

She looked at me again, her eyes pleading with me. I realised that she had been dripping since I had stepped into the room, and her fingers hadn’t even strayed to her pussy. “I think she deserves a treat, Daddy,” I said. Jenny opened her mouth, starting to interrupt, but I kept talking. “But I think first we should take her leash off. I want to play with her tits.”

The smile faded off Jenny’s face. We both knew taking the clamps off would be painful, but it had to happen sooner or later, and all I could think about was having her gorgeous nipples in my mouth. I needed it.

She nodded, though obviously nervous. “Yes, ma’am,” she whispered. I moved off the couch, motioning for Jenny to follow me. Mr. Hansen had spread a blanket on the floor of the den before he had let me back in the house, and I was thankful for it. I grabbed a pillow off the couch and threw it down.

“Lie down,” I said. Jenny crawled over to the blanket and lay on her back, her breasts up in the air, the silver clamps glinting. I moved between her legs, holding myself over her. I let my fingers slide along her slit. Jenny moaned and I hoped that the pleasure would be enough to distract her as I used my other hand to quickly take the clamp off.

Jenny yelped in pain the second it was off and I dipped my head, soothing her aching nipple with my mouth. She squirmed a bit under me, and I pushed my fingers into her cunt. She sighed in relief and I was shocked at how wet she was — two of my fingers slid inside her easily and her juices were all over my hand within seconds. I pulled my mouth away from her nipple and looked at the other one. I moved my fingers a little bit quicker inside her pussy as I took the other one off.

The other one was a bit tighter, and Jenny shrieked when I took it off, her cries still continuing as I lowered my mouth to soothe her other nipple. “You motherfucking BITCH!” she blurted, her hips raising against my hand as I fingered. “FUCK FUCK FUCK!”

“Claire, stop touching her.” I pulled back at Mr. Hansen’s order, looking up at him as I tried to ignore Jenny’s whimpering under me.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, worried.

He afyon escort chuckled, standing and moving over to us. “Not you.”

I moved away from Jenny and he pulled her to her feet. I hadn’t noticed, but she had started crying, and I felt horrible for having to take the clamps off. “I don’t care how much pain you are in, I told you that you were not to insult my Claire,” he growled at Jenny.

I felt a tingling wave rush through me when he referred to me as “his Claire,” but it was replaced with a bit of dread.

“Daddy, it’s okay, I know she didn’t mean it…” I said, trying to stick up for her.

He looked at me, shaking his head. “You know what happens when you don’t obey,” he reminded me.

Jenny looked at me, her eyes wide, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop Mr. Hansen from sitting on the chair he had brought from the kitchen and pulling her over his lap. I wanted to see him spank her, and I knew she would enjoy it, but I was still a bit nervous.

His hand rubbed her ass, and she bit her lip as his fingers trailed along her crack. Without warning, he drew his hand back and smacked her ass three times, hard, the slapping sound filling the room. Jenny bit her full lip, and I could tell she was trying not to cry out, though a small whimper escaped her throat. After hearing it, Mr. Hansen repeated his actions. Even from across the room, I could see Jenny’s ass turning red from his spanking.

“Come here, Claire,” he said, and I shook my head.

“I don’t want to hit her, Daddy,” I said.

“You don’t have to, baby,” he said. “I just want you to feel this.”

I stood up and crossed the room warily. He grasped my hand gently and pulled it to Jenny’s ass, which was incredibly warm and had to be stinging like hell. But that wasn’t what he wanted — Mr. Hansen led my hand between her legs and I felt Jenny’s dripping cunt. I knew exactly how turned on she was — I remember exactly what it was like to be in her position, having been there just the night before. Jenny moaned as I touched her and I looked at Mr. Hansen pleadingly. “I never got to give her the treat, Daddy,” I said.

He kissed me and gave Jenny a light swat before helping her off his lap. “Sorry, baby,” he said.

I smiled before grabbing Jenny, holding her close to me and kissing her full lips. She kissed me back eagerly. I don’t know who did it, but somehow we ended up on the floor, kissing heatedly. I lay overtop of her between her spread legs, kissing her passionately as she played with my breasts. Eventually we adjusted so that I had one of her legs between mine, and she had one of mine between hers. I could feel her pussy dripping on my thigh as I pulled her up so we were kneeling together. This position was familiar to us. I started to grind against Jenny’s leg, my hands on her breasts as she moved against my leg. It felt amazing, and I was sure that we could both cum this way, but I wanted to be fucked, and I still wanted to watch Jenny get fucked. I let her grind against me for a few minutes, let both of us build up, before pulling back.

“Daddy…” I called softly, looking up at him. He was still on the chair, his hand around his cock as his eyes locked on us. He looked at me and I grinned. “I think we need to be fucked, Daddy,” I said.

Jenny moaned. “Please, please, please,” she begged, looking at me. “Please, can I go first, oh, I’d give anything Claire, please…”

I kissed her hard. “Yes,” was all I said. Mr. Hansen moved to the blanket and I moved away from Jenny. He didn’t say anything, nor did Jenny, she just lay back on the blanket as he positioned himself between her legs. With a single thrust, he entered her, and Jenny moaned in satisfaction. I couldn’t keep myself from pushing my fingers into my pussy as I watched Jenny get the fucking of her life. He pounded into her hard, and her hips raised with each thrust. Mr. Hansen lifted her legs, throwing one over each shoulder as he fucked my best friend harder than she’d ever been fucked before. The only thing that took my eyes off Jenny’s bouncing tits was the view of Mr. Hansen’s cock sliding in and out of her pussy, his balls slapping against her, her pussy clenching around his cock. I watched for a bit before I moved towards them, moving my mouth on to Jenny’s bouncing tits, sucking her nipples. Mr. Hansen fucked her hard and fast, and between the two of us, Jenny couldn’t take much longer. She came hard, crying out as she squirmed beneath Mr. Hansen, and I imagined that her cunt was clenched around his cock. As soon as she came down, Mr. Hansen pulled out of her. He was still rock hard and I grinned at him, moving away from Jenny. He grabbed my hips and pushed me on my hands and knees, entering my dripping cunt in a swift movement. I gasped and moaned as he fucked me wildly, his hands reaching around me to hold my tits. He pushed me down even further, until I was hardly holding myself up on my elbows. I don’t know when she did it, but Jenny moved in front of me and spread her legs. I buried my head against her cunt, licking her pussy, and she gasped each time Mr. Hansen made me moan, the hot air brushing against her sensitive clit. I sucked on her clit, building her up quickly. Jenny’s body was incredibly sensitive after she came, and I knew that if she had cum once, I could make her do it again multiple times. Before I knew it, she was squirming under me and cumming hard against my mouth. Mr. Hansen must have been watching because the sight pushed him over the edge. I was close, and I knew all it would take to push me over was the feeling of his hot cum inside me. I was right — Mr. Hansen thrust hard into me, his cock spurting, and I came, my moans muffled by the bare mound in my face.

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I was on a business trip to New York City. After a long day at work with a high-paying client, I went back to my hotel, had a few before dinner drinks in the bar, and dinner with wine and some after dinner aperitifs. I was a bit tipsy and real horny, so I headed for Times Square. I hit a few book/videostores but got no action going. I decided to walk back to my hotel. On the way I came to a theater advertising porno movies. I bought a ticket, walked through the lobby and into the dark theater, the only light from the flickering images on the screen. Pausing for a moment to let my night vision adjust I saw there were only men in the theater, scattered among the rows of seats. The images on the screen were of a busty woman sucking a cock, taking another one up her cunt, and yet another one in her ass.

I sat on the back row on the right of the theater. Soon the first movie stopped and a new one started. The new movie was all men, not necessarily hunky studs but regular men, sucking cock, licking balls, rimming and being fucked in the ass. As this movie played I noticed in front of me men pairing off or gathering in groups of three. The men were close to each other. From time to time a head would disappear below the level of the seat backs. The head stayed down for some minutes then reappeared. Some times the head of the man or men sitting next to another man would then go below the level of the seat backs. Those guys must be sucking cock I thought. Some men also got up and left their seats, walked up the aisle clutching or rubbing their crotches. Often the men who left had been the ones whose heads had gone down.

Soon I heard the noises of sex in the space behind the last row of seats where I was sitting – slurping, squishing, moaning, mumbled, short phrases, “Yeah,” Umnh,” “Oh yes,” “Suck it,” “Take it deeper,” Yeah, lick them,” “Rim me, baby.”

My cock was hard as an iron bar and oozing pre-cum. I looked around behind me, and sure enough, there were several men behind me. Some were leaning with their backs against the wall, their pants and underwear down, white flesh exposed, hairy bellies, thick thighs. Others were kneeling in front of them, their heads moving back and forth. A pair of guys was facing the back wall; one hands up against the wall, the other behind him thrusting his hips rhythmically. Those guys are sucking, and that pair is fucking, I realized.

I could not resist the urge. I got out of my seat and went behind the back row to join this group of men. As I walked slowly down the row of men, I came to one with his cock jutting out of his pants. He was sliding his fist up and down it slowly, squishing his pre-cum over his hard cock, jacking it steadily. I stopped, turned toward him, leaned my chest against his and reached for his cock. He moved his hand for my hand to replace his. His cock was a good gaziantep escort size, long, thick, hot, and wet with his juices. I stroked and squeezed it, felt more pre-cum ooze out of the flared head. I brought my hand to my mouth and wet it, tasting his slick, clear juice. I stroked his cock with my saliva and pre-cum coated hand. He leaned toward my ear, kissed, licked it and said, “Yeah, good, please man suck me.” I dropped to my knees, face close to his crotch, smelled his musky cock, looked it over real good. The knob was rounding, prominent, well defined from his long, thick shaft. A mat of dark curly hairs over his root, big balls hanging in a curly-haired covered sack.

I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and leaned forward. I kissed the tip, his slit, the source of his clear, slick juice. I took my tongue off his slit and milked his cock with my hand. I watched a bubble of his pre-cum emerge from the opening in the head of his penis and turn into a string running over the base of my thumb. I licked up the slimy juice getting another good taste of him. I closed my lips over his mushroom crown and sucked drawing more of his natural lubricant into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and slid his shaft over my tongue.

“Oooooh,” he moaned, “yeah, suck it man, suck my cock.”

I sucked. I moved my head back and forth sliding his cock between my ovaled lips, over my tongue, the insides of my flexing face cheeks, the spongy hard knob rubbing on the roof of my mouth. I held tight pressure on his cock, feeling the veins on the top, side and bottom of his shaft, the big vein along the underside most prominent moving in my mouth, the head going to the back of my throat, his juice flowing, mixing with the saliva dripping down my chin, rolling down my neck, wetting the front of my shirt.

He started flexing his hips, moving his cock in my mouth. His curly hairs tickled my nose. His sack of big nuts bouncing on my chin. I took his balls in one hand and massaged them gently. I let go of his cock with my other hand and reached around to grasp a cheek of his muscular butt. With the hand on his balls I let a finger slide into the cleft of his ass, touch his puckered anus, the tip ease into his hole.

“Oooooh, ungh, ooooh, yeah, gonna cum,” he moaned again.

“Muuumh,” I mouthed my mouth full of his moving cock.

“You gonna swallow it?” he asked.

“Muuumph, unh,” I answered nodding my head up and down in assent.

I felt his cock flex, the head flare bigger, his shaft stiffen, the vein on the bottom pulse. A blast of cum shot against the back of my throat. I gulped it down. Another wad squirted into my mouth. I backed off just a bit to feel his salty, creamy cum roiling onto my tongue.

He was humping and grunting as I took all his jism hatay escort and swallowed it, as fast as I could.

“Unnnnh,” he grunted.

I sucked, backing off his cock, draining the last string of his manjuice into my mouth. I let go of his butt and balls. My finger plopped out of his rectum with a slight sound. I stood in front of him.

“Thanks man, that was good,” he said.

I felt hands on my shoulders, turning me around my back to the wall. The man I had just sucked off stepped aside and left. The new man turning me and pushing me down offered his cock to my mouth. I took it. Right shoulder against the side wall, back against the back wall, I repeated my performance on the fresh cock. Then another, another, another. Load after load of hot cum filled my mouth.

After sucking five cocks my lips were numb, upper lip, nose and chin scruffed by wiry pubic hairs. My jaw ached. I stood up as a new guy approached me his hard cock jutting out of his unzipped trousers. I waved my hand at him weakly. “Sorry man,” I said. “I need a break.” I saw his teeth as he grinned at me.

“Come with me to the men’s room,” he said. “I want to fuck your ass.?

“Okay,” I mumbled.

I followed him out of the theater, through the lobby and into the men’s room. He led me into a stall. As he stroked his cock and slicked it with some lube, I turned my back to him, dropped my trousers and shorts, and bent over resting my hands on the toilet tank. I noticed my cockhead was slimed with my pre-cum, my ball sack was slick with my own juices. My cock was half hard. He swiped some of the lube in the cleft of my ass, found my puckered hole and fingered some of the lube up into me. He held one of my cheeks aside with one hand, guided his cock to my asshole and put the head against me. He let my cheeks close holding his knob right where it was.

“Here,” he said, “take a hit on these poppers.”

He handed me the brown bottle, cap off, his thumb over the open top. I took the bottle, closed one side of my nostrils with a finger and sniffed deep, drawing the sharp vapors into one side of my nose. I repeated the process on the other side and handed the bottle back to him. I heard him sniffing the poppers also, felt his cock flex inside my cheeks, the knob flare and push firmer against my tight, slick hole.

“Ungh, ah, oh,” I grunted as the thick head of his cock forced into my lenslike opening, ovaling it to fit around his mushroom crown.

“Ah, oh, easy,” I pleaded, “you are thick, big.”

He put the brown bottle of poppers under one side of my nose. I sniffed. He moved it to the other side, and I sniffed again. He sat the bottle on top of the toilet tank, the lid on loosely. As a warm and tingly feeling flushed my face, coursed through my abdomen, balls, then relaxed my hole, his cock slip hatay escort right up into me.

“Ah, oh, yeah, ungh,” I grunted. “What a fat, long cock.”

“It’s all the way in man, you ready?” he asked.

“Yes, oh yes, please fuck my ass with your big cock,” I answered.

He pulled back leaving just the fat knob trapped inside my sphincter, then reversed direction and pushed into me again.

“Oh yeah, fuck me,” I urged him.

I felt both his hands on my hips as his cock rode back and forth in me. He moved slowly, gently at first, then picked up the pace. As he fucked me my cock drooped at first. Then as he started rubbing the special place inside me my cock started flowing pre-cum in a steady stream and got half hard again, tingling.

He let go of one cheek and reached around to stroke my slimy cock. I erected immediately, and in no time was cumming into the bowl and all over the top of the toilet seat. As my asshole flexed with my cumming, I felt him stiffen, grow thicker harder inside me and his cum coating the insides of my hot, squishy channel. He blasted five shots of cum up my asshole then pulled out slowly. Cum ran down the insides of my legs. As he stepped back, I started to straighten up and pull up my underwear and trousers.

“No man,” he said. “There is another guy here, a friend of mine who wants to fuck you pussy too.”

I looked around and sure enough there was another man in the stall with us. He was grinning at me and stroking a cock, almost a mate to his buddies. It wasn’t quite as thick but looked several inches longer.

“Okay,” I said, “let me have it.”

I bent over again, took another couple of hits on the poppers and put my hands on the tank again. I felt the longer, thinner cock slide right up into my squishy, cum-filled rectum. He went deeper than his partner and fucked me immediately faster, pounding into me, making me feel so good, stringing more pre-cum then cumming again just before he added his load of hot cum to my asshole.

They were through with me then. Thanked me and left. I sat on the toilet to let some of their cum, the slick lube, and some of my own rectal juices spill into the bowl. I wiped my ass and cleaned my cock with toilet paper, stood up and pulled my underwear and trousers up fastening my pants and adjusting my cock down the leg of my trousers before leaving the stall. I figured I was through for the night, but as I walked out a big, black man met me in the bathroom. He was accompanied by a friend of his, also big and black. The first of them said, “Hey man, you sucked my cock in the back of the theater. We been standing out here listening to you get fucked, and we want you to come to our apartment.”

Resigned to further sucking and being fucked through the rest of the night I agreed to go with them. The next day about mid-morning I went back to my hotel for some much-needed sleep and rest for my well used mouth and ass. What had started as a lost night with no sex ended in a fuckfest for me, and I went back to that theater for more fun any time I was in New York City after that.

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Evil Twin Ch. 01

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A rather innocuous package arrived at the household of the Barkers one Saturday evening. No return address was listed on the brown box. A simple postage and the mailing label which was directed to Tiffany Barker. Since it arrived the day of her birthday, it was assumed to be just an ordinary birthday gift from her a friend or relative.

Sarah Barker, Tiffany’s mom, picked the package off the front stoop and brought it into the kitchen where the rest of the presents from other family members were stacked. Tiffany amassed tons of gifts for her 18th birthday. Some boxes were large while others were tiny.

The immediate family gathered around the table as Tiffany cut the first slice of cake. Tiffany was incredibly gorgeous. Flowing blonde hair that went down to the nape of her neck. Sparkling blue eyes that lit up any room she walked in. A classic hourglass figure, with hips that mesmerized men and woman alike as they swayed into a room. Tiffany’s proudest feature was her perky tits. She loved the attention paid upon her when she wore a bathing suit. She never wore anything too revealing, because despite her looks she remained quite shy.

Sarah Barker just a tad over 40 does not look like she could have mothered two children. Certainly none that were 18 and 20. Her 36d breasts were still firm at her age. She kept herself fit by going to the gym five days a week and watching what she eats. Her platinum blonde locks showed only hints of gray. She could easily be mistaken for a woman in her late 20s. She flashed her beautiful smile every time she gets carded for buying beer. While not vain, Sarah prided herself in looking her best at all times.

The oldest child of the family was Stephen Barker. A shy young man at the ripe age of 20. He wore thick-rimmed glasses and recently grew a goatee. He spends most of his time on the computer when he is not attending college at the community center. While never athletic, Stephen was still in decent shape. Unlike his blonde mother and sister, he had dark hair much like his father.

The head of the family was Jeffery Barker. A successful banker he provided for his whole family. They lived in a nice four bedroom 3 floor old-style Victorian house. 3 high-speed computers and a state-of-the-art entertainment center were readily available. A BMW as well as a sporty Mazda Miata sat out in the driveway. The Pathfinder was being repaired. Jeff did not want to be showy with his fortune, but he didn’t want to deprive his family of some of the finer things in life.

Unfortunately to provide for his household, Jeff often had to work late. It was only on rare occasions he was out of his suit. Jeff managed to work out during his lunch hour and remain in great condition at 43. His black hair slightly thinned on top, but not noticeably unless you looked directly at it. Jeffrey surveyed his family, proud at how well his life was going.

“Time to open my presents,” Tiffany said enthusiastically.

“Sheesh sis, can’t you wait til we finish the cake first,” exasperated Stephen.

“No, I’ve been waiting all week to see what I get,” retorted Tiffany. She scrambled out of her chair and grabbed the first package.

“That’s from me honey,” said her mother.

Tiffany tore into the gift, not bother preserving the wrapping paper. She opened the box from Saks Fifth Avenue. A loud squeal emitted from the birthday girl.

“Eeeee, this purse is beautiful. I will be the envy of all my friends,” squealed Tiffany.

“I’m glad you like it Tiff,” said Sarah happily. “Here open your brother’s.”

“I bet its something stupid,” said Tiffany as she stuck out her tongue at her older brother.

“Funny, funny,” said Stephen. “If you don’t want it…”

Stephen reached to take the gift away from his sister. Tiffany yanked it back and stuck out her tongue again. She quickly unwrapped the present. Two DVDs fell into her lap. One was Tiffany’s favorite movie of all-time “The Princess Bride.” The other was a copy of the classic film “Casablanca.” A smile appeared on Tiffany’s lips.

“Oooo, I love these. Thanks bro.” Tiffany stood up and gave her brother a peck on the cheek. Stephen pantomimed wiping it off. Tiffany used her usual response and stuck her tongue out at him again.

“This one is from me sweetie,” Jeffery handed his daughter a small box.

Tiffany wasted no time opening it. Her eyes lit up as she saw the contents of the box. Two diamond earrings stared back at her. She hastily scooped them out of the box and placed them into her ears. She proudly showed them off to her family.

:”I feel so grown-up now.” Tiffany said happily.

The rest of the night was opening packages from various family members and friends who could not attend the intimate gathering. Tiffany received a wide selection of clothes and gift certificates. It was an impressive haul for the young woman. She was quite satisfied with her presents.

“Oh Tiffany, one more gift came late. I think it’s from Aunt Sue, cause I don’t see a present of hers here.” beylikdüzü escort Sarah produced the ordinary looking brown UPS package.

“Where is your sister these days,” asked Jeffrey.

“Somewhere in either Japan or China I think. Last I heard she is working for some archaeologist.”

Tiffany opened the package and pulled out an odd shaped doll. It was dressed in a kimono, but looked very similar to Tiffany. Tiffany examined it closely and shrugged as she set on the table.

“Eh, its looks ok.”

“Well Aunt Sue must have had it specially handcrafted, it looks like you.”

“Yeah I guess, I was hoping for something more exotic. But it’s not bad.”

“Well be sure to thank Aunt Sue with a letter,” insisted her mother.

“I will Mom. Can you help me carry my stuff upstairs?”

“Sure honey.”

The rest of the night was spent eating cake and telling stories about birthday past. Stephen turned in for bed when they began discussing the time for his 14th birthday he fell into the pool wearing his clothes.

Before long the clock struck midnight. Jeffrey had to turn to bed to catch some sleep before work the next day. Sarah and Tiffany both agreed it was time to turn in as well. The family said goodnight as Jeffrey and Sarah headed to their bedroom on the third floor as Tiffany settled into her room on the 2nd floor across from her brother.

Tiffany cleared her newfound goods off her bed and took another look at the doll from her Aunt. It was kinda cute. She placed it on the edge of the bed with some her other stuffed animals. Tiffany did appreciate the fact that her aunt went out of the way to make something handcrafted.

Tiffany’s sleep was restless. She first dreamt an unseen force was chasing her. Every corner she turned the force was waiting for her. Eventually the dream led her to a hall of mirrors. She saw different images of herself as she continued running in a panic. One image stood out though.

In the center of the chamber of mirrors stood the doll she received as a birthday gift. Tiffany felt drawn to it. As if touching that mirror was her only escape. Her hands grazed the pane and her body started to tingle. The sensation felt incredible. Tiffany reached forward and touched the glass. A jolt of energy went through her body. It felt like a powerful orgasm.

After nearly collapsing from the pleasure she turned back to the mirror. The image of the doll was gone. Before her stood a gorgeous woman. Tiffany suddenly realized she was the gorgeous woman. She smiled wickedly as she admired her body. Thoughts of what she could do now ran through her mind. They seemed completely foreign but completely enjoyable.

The morning came to Tiffany as Sarah shook her shoulder to wake. Tiffany blinked her eyes several times and saw her mother standing above. Sarah wore a jumpsuit for the gym. Tiffany admired her mother’s body and wondered what it looked like under the clothes. This notion both shocked and excited Tiffany. She never thought of another woman let alone her mother naked before.

“Wake up sleepy head,” chided Sarah playfully.

“Mom…” Tiffany’s voice sounded distant.

“Are you feeling alright sweetie?”

“Umm yeah, just tired from the party. Couldn’t sleep well.” Tiffany said softly. Words seemed like a struggle. Its as if she had to learn to speak all over again.

“You don’t sound ok,” said her mother with concern in her voice.

“I’ll be fine,” Tiffany said stronger.

“Well ok, I’m going to the gym then to hang out with Carol and Barbara. Dad is at work”

A naughty thought of her Dad caused Tiffany to flush a little. “Dad,” she murmured. Sarah looked at her daughter worried.

“Are you sure you are alright, you look a little red.”

“Mom, I’ll be fine,” said Tiffany as she sat up. She looked at her bed, but saw the doll nowhere around.

“If you say so, well Stephen went to the computer store to pick up something he’ll be back soon.”

Tiffany involuntarily smiled at the thought of having the house alone with her brother. Tiffany could not figure out what came over her but she enjoyed whatever it was. She had sudden cravings and impulses she could not explain. But the only thing she knew is that she wanted all her cravings to be satisfied. And soon.

Sarah looked down at her daughter once more. She still worried that she might be feeling ill. However Tiffany insisted that she should go out and enjoy herself. Sarah sighed, there was nothing more she could now at the present so she decided to let Tiffany be.

As soon as her Mom left, Tiffany rose out of bed. She put on an old black t-shirt. It was tight and form fitting to her ample chest. She made the decision to forgo underwear and put on some daisy dukes. She loved the feel of the denim between her bare thighs. She had never worn clothes with out a bra or panties before. However Tiffany felt excited.

Tiffany went downstairs to the kitchen and prepared breakfast. She tried to ponder bolu escort if she might indeed be sick. However she had no symptoms and didn’t feel under the weather. She felt something else instead. She smiled wickedly as she heard the front door open.

“Stephen is that you?”

“Yeah Tiff.”

“Come to the TV room with me, I want to watch my new movies.”

“Do I have too?” Stephen said as he entered the kitchen. He stopped almost in his tracks as he saw his sister in her tight clothing. Even though they were related, Stephen had to admit to himself that his sister was drop dead gorgeous.

“Come on.” Tiffany hopped out of her chair. Her tits bounced as she did. This allowed her shirt to ride up a little to reveal a perfectly fit midsection. She grabbed her brother’s hand and led him to the TV room. She plopped down on the couch and cross her legs underneath herself.

“Since you bought them,” Tiffany began, “You can decide what we watch first.”

“But..” Stephen said to protest.

Tiffany pouted. In Stephen’s eyes she didn’t look like a little girl wanting to get her way. Instead she looked damn sexy. His will was too weak to refuse. She could have asked for almost anything at that point and he would have given. Stephen was just thankful his sister didn’t realize it.

“Fine…Fine…how about Casablanca?” asked Stephen.

“Sounds good, slide it in.”

Stephen slid the DVD into the VCR. After fiddling with the expensive system the movie began to play. He headed over to a green leather chair, when Tiffany motioned for him to sit on the couch. Stephen shrugged and sat down next to his sister. As Humphrey Bogart appeared on the screen Tiffany snuggled up to her brother and grabbed his arm.

They stayed and that position throughout the whole flick. When the movie finished and Bogart’s character walked off with his new best friend, Stephen saw a tear in his sister’s eye.

“Tiffany, you ok?”

“Oh fine,” said Tiffany as she wiped away the tear. “The movie is just so sweet you know?”

“Um yeah,” said Stephen.

“You guys are all a like,” Tiffany said with a sigh. Stephen watched her breasts rise up and down as she breathed. His sister climbed off the couch and went to the VCR to presumably play the second movie. As she got to the VCR she noticed an unmarked case.

“What’s this?” asked Tiffany curiously.

‘Shit’ thought Stephen. He just remembered he forgot to hide his recently purchased porno in his room after he watched it down here.

“Its nothing Tif,” Stephen said unconvincingly.

“Nothing huh? Then you don’t mind me putting on.”

Before he could object further, Tiffany had the DVD out of the case and into the VCR. Her eyes opened wide with both amusement and pleasure as she saw the title screen “Big Tit Sluts IV.”

“Nothing bro?” Tiffany said wickedly. “Those boobs don’t look like nothing.”

“Fine you caught me, don’t tell mom and dad please,” pleaded Stephen.

“I won’t,” Tiffany promised.

Stephen sighed in relief. “Ok let’s watch Princess Bride now.”

Tiffany smiled at her brother, “Nah, let’s watch this!”

Stephen dick start to stiffen as he realized that his sister wanted to watch the porno. He didn’t know what to say as she resumed her position close to him on the couch. He also realized that Tiffany was staring more at the bulge in his pants then the hot action on the screen.

Tiffany’s hand slowly drifted up and down Stephen’s arm. The motion was soothing, relaxing and a tad sensual. Stephen hesitantly glanced at his sister. He saw that she was staring hungrily at his crotch; she seemed to be constantly licking her lips.

Stephen was unsure how to react. The first emotion was embarrassment that his sister noticed his hard-on. The second feeling was shock that his sister could be possibly interested in what’s inside his pants. Finally he felt turned-on that something may in fact occur. This caused his dick to grow larger.

Tiffany purred as she saw the bulge increase in size. Her hand drop off Stephen’s arm and over onto her brother’s crotch. The sudden move caused Stephen to jump slightly. Tiffany responded by giving his cock a reassuring squeeze.

“Don’t be afraid Stephen, I just wanted to see what it felt like…”

“I don’t know if…”

“Hush,” tiffany said as she put a finger to her brother’s lips. She slid it inside his mouth before taking it and putting it in hers. Stephen’s cock ached to be released from its confines watching his sister perform such sultry moves. Tiffany grinned wickedly and slowly worked her brother’s pants zipper down.

“Tiffany…”

With a giggle, Tiffany said, “I guess I need to quiet you another way.”

Before Stephen could react Tiffany pressed her lips against his. Stephen’s reactions were instinctual. He opened his mouth to accept his sister’s tongue in a passionate kiss. Their tongues entwined in each other’s mouth. Tiffany pressed her body tight against her brother’s as she bursa escort reached inside his unzipped pants. She fished out what she had been searching for.

Tiffany’s hand began to stroke his cock gently. Sliding her hand up and down the length of the shaft. Spreading some of the precum over the tip then back down the length of his hard cock. She repeated this motion several times as they continued their erotic embrace. Stephen’s dick was rock solid in her soft grip.

Reluctantly, Tiffany broke her kiss from her brother. Stephen was speechless. His fly was open and his dick was in his sister’s hand. They had just shared the greatest kiss in his life. He had no idea what to expect next.

Stephen did not have to wait long for the answer. Tiffany lowered her head and greedily took his dick into her mouth. She sucked on it hard and fast. Pumping her head up and down. Occasionally, she lifted her head up and licked the sides of his dick. When it was nice and moist she slowly began working her head down over the full length of his cock.

No one had deep-throated his cock before. Stephen was aghast that his sister not only attempted this feat, but that she was actually succeeding. The sensation and the knowledge of his sister blowing him, Stephen knew he could not hold out much longer.

“Tiffany, I’m going to cum…” Stephen said in an attempt to warn his sister.

Tiffany slowly worked her head to the base of his dick and then slid her mouth to the very tip. She climbed off the couch and onto her knees in front of her brother. With one final kiss on the head of the dick, it exploded. The cum shot forward, Tiffany opened her mouth to catch most of it. However some landed on her face and her tight black shirt.

“Oh my such as mess,” Tiffany stated.

“I’m sorry,” apologized Stephen.

“Don’t be,” began Tiffany as she wiped some strands of cum off her face. She stuck her fingers in her mouth to lick his sperm off. “But I guess I can’t wear this shirt anymore.”

Stephen didn’t get to say a word before Tiffany pulled off her top. The glorious sight of her perky naked tits greeted Stephen. Tiffany smiled as she thought she saw her brother’s cock stir slightly at the revealing of her breasts. She pinched her nipples and heard Stephen gasp.

“The shirt was much too hot for this weather,” Tiffany said slowly with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “So are the shorts…”

Tiffany yanked off her daisy dukes to reveal her smooth bald pussy to her older brother. She rubbed her hands up and down her thighs and spread her legs wider. Stephen saw her dripping pussy. Her brother was completely mesmerized.

With a crooked finger, Tiffany beckoned her brother off the couch and to join her on the rug. Stephen obeyed instantly. Grabbing the back of his head she guided him so that his face was merely inches from her horny cunt. She held him there just out of reach so that he could smell her sweet nectar.

“Do you know how to please a woman with your tongue, big bro?” Tiffany asked teasingly.

“Please let me show you how good I am at it…” begged Stephen.

Tiffany laughed as she shoved her brother’s face into her cunt. Stephen responded by sticking out his tongue and lapping away. His tongue swirled around her pussy fast and furious. It probed deeper with each thrashing. Eventually it brushed against her clit.

“Mmmm,” moaned Tiffany as she wrapped her legs around her brother’s head. Stephen cupped his hands underneath her ass to hold her in place. With a gentle squeeze on her behind, he dove his tongue in deeper.

Stephen’s tongue went in as deep as possible, touching every tasty inch of her juicy cunt. Tiffany squirmed as a pending orgasm began to build. Her brother’s hands on her ass kept her firmly underneath his mouth. Tiffany started pulling on her nipples as she moaned in excitement.

“Yes Stephen. Lick me. Suck me. Don’t Stop! Faster! Deeper! HARDER!”

Stephen responded to Tiffany’s verbal cues. He put as much pressure as his tongue could bear directly on her clit. This sent his sister over the edge. Tiffany began to tremble as a powerful orgasm wrack her body. A couple waves of pleasure followed. Her cunt flooded with her juices. Stephen enjoyed licking up every bit of moisture.

After her orgasm subsided, Tiffany leaned back and mouthed the word “Wow…”

“Did I do a good job Tif?”

Tiffany smiled that devilish grin once more. “Nearly perfect. But now I need to see how well you can fuck me…”

Any thought of wrong it would be to commit incest had fled Stephen’s mind eons ago. All he knew now was that he wanted to plant his re-hardened cock into this gorgeous vixen. His pants came off quickly. Stephen couldn’t remember if he removed them or if his sister yanked them off. All he could remember was that they both wanted to fuck that instant.

Tiffany’s hand guided her brother’s cock over her entrance. She wrapped her other arm around his neck and pulled him close. They exchanged another long passionate kiss as Stephen entered his sister for the first time. He pushed his cock slowly and deeply into her cunt. As their tongue’s mixed, Stephen continued to slide into Tiffany.

“I feel so full,” moaned Tiffany.

“You feel so tight,” responded her brother.

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Downfall of the CEO Pt. 03

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Ass

As she lay there, the cool air on her exposed arse, Marie felt Candii coming to the fore: she knew only one thing for certain — that nothing would ever be the same again. Now that Fiona knew her secret, well, well. And it was there her mind went into dark and secret places. What would she confess to Fiona? What would Fiona make her do? Her thoughts were rudely interrupted.

She felt a finger push her scanty knickers into her dripping cunt from behind.

“You really are a slut, aren’t you, Candii?”

“Yes, yes Miss,” she stammered, her tongue stumbling over the word “Miss.”

Suddenly her knickers were ripped off — she heard the tearing sound.

“Knees, now, slut!”

Candii slid from the desk and got on her knees.

Fiona was sitting in her chair in the big office.

Candii crawled to her. No one had told her to, but it seemed natural.

“Good girl, Candii, you are learning your place.”

“Yes Miss.” She replied humbly.

“There will be changes round here, kayseri escort but first, I need to cum.”

Candii pushed her face between Fiona’s thighs and began to service her.

She knew what she liked, she had read about this, and now put what she had read into practice.

She was almost overwhelmed.

None of what she had read talked about the smell. God, the smell of ripe cunt was so strong, She could taste something else, probably, she reflected with a shudder of pleasure and shame, pee.

Candii’s tongue swirled around Fiona’s clit, massaging it, flicking it up, then side to side, before dipping into her gooey slit. Fiona grabbed her hair and pushed it into her leaking cunt, using her boss as her sex aid. She had long suspected that the bitch had this side to her, and she was going to look forward to exploiting it. But for now, oh for now, that tongue, and the thrill of using her boss like this.

Candii was now to the fore. Marie was there enough to register her kıbrıs escort disgust and shame, and even her fear of what would happen next, but Candii’s job was to obey. Bimbos did not think, they obeyed. She was not longer the CEO, she was a pair of big tits, thick lips and open sex holes. Marie felt the intense shame, and Candii’s cunt was so wet that she felt a trickle down her thighs.

Lost in a haze of lust and shame, the ex-CEO serviced her former employee. Both women felt the terms of their relationship shift irrevocably, and as Fiona screamed her orgasm, grinding her cunt into Candii’s face, the question of who ruled whom was decided between them.

As she came down from her orgasm, Fiona looked at her former boss and liked what she saw.

Candii was still between her thighs, wet-faced, smeared with her goo, shamed but obedient.

“You have been very good Candii. Take that silly top off, in face, strip to your knickers.”

As in a daze, Candii complied. She knelt before konya escort her new mistress.

Fiona took two ribbons and tied Candii’s hair into bunches. She then took a pink diamanté collar and fastened it round her neck.

“Sit and beg like the bitch you are now!”

Candii knelt, begging for attention, her big tits on show. Oh God, she thought, this is what I wanted, god help me.

“There are going to be changes round here Candii. I have some nice clothes for you, much more suitable for your new station in life. You will wear skirts and dresses which show generous expanses of thigh, and you will wear low cut tops which show off those udders. We shall have to think how the staff are told of these changes, but I think they should be fine. I’m younger, fitter and cleverer than you. But I think a bimbo in the office will cheer them all up.”

Inside, Marie was shrivelling up, but Candii was growing stronger, if that was the word for such weakness.

“But now, bimbo, we are going back to my house for some training. So put this on.”

Fiona handed Candii a pink latex dress. She squeezed her self into it and then slipped her high heels on.

As they left the office, Candii tottered a few paces behind her new Mistress. A new era had begun.

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A Lesson in Cock Control

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The crack of the sleek riding crop blistered the silent darkness and echoed off the concrete walls as it hammered another violent battery on the hard, throbbing penis that was its target. The owner of the tortured cock made the only other sound detectable in the gloomy darkness, in the form of muffled grunts and cries; responses to the assault on his manhood that might otherwise have roused the dead if not for the fat dildo gag lodged in his mouth and down his throat, securely locked in place and preventing all but the primal sounds such as the kind coming from the bound, captive man.

The perpetrator of the pilloried man’s suffering was a tall, shapely and very cruel dominatrix. Her jet-black skin and voluptuous curves never ceased to make men drool, and she loved it. From the time she had grown into young womanhood, Julia was constantly barraged with the attention of men, many who, in their lusty zeal would offer to do anything to be with her. A variation of “Baby, you are so fine, I’d do anything to get next to you” was something she had heard on a daily basis. As she got older, through her college days, she began to wonder what it would be like to actually make these fellas live up to their claims. Soon, she had sexual fantasies about forcing men to do all kinds of things – unspeakable things – just to please her. She even began to fantasize about making men endure anything that she wanted to do to them just for her pleasure.

Julia Hicks had never really been conscious of her sadistic desires, but somehow, perhaps by some kind of erotic osmosis, she had, in a very short time, grown into a practicing, if not a lifestyle, dominatrix. By day she was a popular disc jockey (or “air talent” in the current jargon of the radio business) at the powerhouse Hip Hop station in town, shouting out props and keeping it real with her warm, engaging and witty banter. By night, she was Mistress Julia, a cruel, sometimes savage domina, with the only shouting out occurring when her victims weren’t quite so thoroughly gagged as the suffering supplicant now before her.

“I said that I wanted this piece of meat soft, bitch! I told you that if you couldn’t, or wouldn’t, control that thing of yours, I’d do it for you!” she scolded as another crack of her crop made contact with the bruised flesh of her slave’s cock.

“Do you remember what my orders were, huh?” Julia growled. “You were not to cum for two weeks, remember? Well, slut, it turns out that you were able to handle that assignment. I can tell when you are lying, and I can certainly tell when that dick of yours has been jerked off. I was proud when you came here today, knowing you had endured a fortnight of sexual tension and frustration at my request.”

Looking her captive right in the eyes, her face close enough to kiss, Julia continued. “I had planned a nice reward for you – a nice slow ass fuck with my new strap-on, with you being allowed to release all of that pent-up need as I maul your prostate. But you fucked up. You, slave, fucked the whole thing up. And do you know how?” she barked, “by showing up here with an erection! Damn, damn, damn, damn!”

With that she pulled away and slammed her crop once again on his battered manhood.

“I want it soft now. SOFT…NOW!”

Her suffering supplicant would have liked very much to see his cock go flaccid. He couldn’t understand why it was so hard, nor could beylikdüzü escort he plead for mercy, or even ask for a little reason from his tormentor. After all, everyone knows that cocks have lives of their own, he thought, often getting hard at the least opportune moments and, all too often for some men, not getting hard at the most opportune moments. All he knew is that he wanted to cum, and for that pleasure, he had to endure this indescribable torment if he was to remain a slave to his gorgeous mistress.

What Ethan Lewis didn’t know was that his raging hard-on was not just the product of his 14-day abstinence, but also one induced by the Viagra Mistress Julia had spiked in the mineral water she had offered poor Ethan twenty minutes earlier just prior to having him pilloried. Julia laughed at the thought of her cruel deception. “But what the fuck?” she thought, “this is my game and I make the rules.”

Tears were streaming down Ethan’s face as Mistress Julia turned her gaze to meet his just as she administered another violent – what would be the last, though Ethan couldn’t know that – to his suffering cock. “Looks like you can’t follow orders, slave,” she offered in an angry purr.” Too fucking bad for…”

As she looked down at her target once again, she saw its hardness seem to seep away as it meekly retreated – offering its surrender – into a state of small, humble softness, as if finally broken.

“My, my, bitch. It looks like a little bit of torture goes a long way. Maybe you are finally understanding some basic realities, as in you get hard when I say so, and you get soft when I say so. It’s really pretty simple. Now, maybe, I’ve got both of your heads on the same page.”

Stepping toward Ethan, Julia wiped a tear from his blotched cheek. Reaching down, her head barely touching his bruised meat – just a finger tip grazing the surface of his flaccid member – a wince of pain emanated through his gagged mouth. “Oh, baby, it hurts so much. I can only imagine. But now I want to give you your reward. So, Ethan, do you still want to cum, huh? Do you, whore?”

Ethan tried to nod, and managed to wiggle his head just a bit. Shaking tightly from side to side, Ethan was trying to signal his mistress that he’d rather wait for his reward. He was tired, beaten, bruised and so head-fucked that he just wanted to go home, or perhaps to the E.R. But Julia had turned away, not looking at all at Ethan’s response.

“Ethan, it was silly of me to ask you about letting you cum right now. Of course you want to, and I think I want you to as well. After all, little boy, you have earned it. However,” the beautiful, dark sadist said, as though the thought had just crossed her mind, “I wonder how you’re going to get any pleasure from your cock, you know, with it being so black and blue. Well, just the same, you handled the two weeks and took your punishment, so I say its time for you to enjoy a really nice release.”

Laughing cruelly, Julia untied Ethan from the wall, assisting his tired legs and walking him to a padded wooden sawhorse just to the left of where he had just been pummeled. She pushed Ethan so that his stomach was directly on top of the structure, then tied off his limbs so they were as wide apart as possible. Approaching his head, Julia took Ethan’s face in her hands and began extracting the cruel gag. “Oh, I know, bolu escort Ethan, how much you like having big cocks like that in your mouth, but you really can’t suck dick 24/7, can you?” she laughed. “While you work your jaw muscles back into place, Mistress is going to prepare your reward. I can only imagine how much pent-up fucking cum you’ve got backed up in those balls. I’m tired of wondering, so what do you say we find out, huh?”

In a move that was very unorthodox for “Mistress Julia,” but one she particularly enjoyed in her vanilla life, when a handsome record rep. or adoring fan tickled her fancy, and her clit, Julia got on her knees, wedged her head right to the spot where Ethan’s flaccid dick was now resting, and began to suck it. Ethan’s member was smaller than then those of the black studs she occasionally pleasured in this way (“God,” she thought, “I really like big dicks in my mouth,” though she could never say such a thing to one of her subs) but she purposefully wrapped her pouty, full lips around the bruised head and began to fellate Ethan.

“Oh, fuck,” Ethan cried, with a vexing mixture of pain and pleasure confounding his libido. “Mistress, please don’t…it fucking hurts…it, oweee, geez, ahh…feels…oh, damn, nice, ouch, oooh, not like….” Ethan was lost as the pain of his flesh and the need in his loins engaged in something that felt to Ethan like mortal combat, and he wasn’t even sure which side he was on. Soon, under Julia’s expert ministrations, Ethan’s manhood was hard like steel.

“Think you can follow orders this time, slut?” Julia barked. “Unlike a bit ago, when you needed to get soft and stay that way, now I want you hard, and I want you to stay that way. Simple, don’t you think? Since you didn’t have a problem being hard before, I’m sure you’ll have no problem now staying erect for your Mistress Julia, will you, Ethan? For your sake, bitch, I hope not.”

With the sexually wiring in his head now a tangled-up mess, Ethan began to sob. Soon tears were streaming down his face and onto the floor while quiet pleas for mercy, release, SANITY, escaped his throat.

“Settle down, slut,” Julia snickered. “You want it bad, I know, and I’m gonna give it to you. And knowing how bad you want it, I’m gonna give it to you just the way you like it – brutal and hard with my new strap-on. I’m not going to show you how big it is, ‘cause I don’t want to hear any pleas about it being too big and all of that nonsense. I’ll even spare you all the details about what I’m gonna do. You, Ethan, my confused, anxious little whore, are going to take my cock up your sweet ass, and then you are gonna cum when I tell you too. That’s ‘cause I got mad love for you, baby. And damn your ass looks fine.”

All Ethan could hear was the sound of Julia’s preparations for fucking his ass. He waited nervously, trying to keep his cock hard. So far he was successful, perhaps, he thought, because the overload of testosterone was winning out over the pain. Then he felt a gentle hand touch his cock. “Still hard I see. Good boy,” he heard Julia say. He also felt her hands gently messaging his cock, with the now familiar mixture of intense pain and primal pleasure flooding his senses.

Then he felt it, as Julia forcefully pulled his ass checks wide apart. Ethan heard a low moan escape her lips, and then he felt the invasion. Julia, cruel as she could be, bursa escort knew she couldn’t just ram it in to Ethan, as is often described in some of the porn she had seen. But she did want him to feel it – this massive cock of hers – so she made sure that even as she proceeded judiciously, she maintained inward pressure; never pulling, always pushing.

“Baby, you got back,” she snickered as she forced her strap-on further inside her whimpering victim. Soon she was all the way in, her “balls” meeting his. As this happened, she started stroking his cock. Gently at first, then more demandingly, Julia soon had a rhythm established between her ass fucking and cock stroking, with the result being a slave lost on a dark, fantastic dreamscape of pain and pleasure. Ethan looked so lost – as if trying to comprehend a world he no longer knew – and Julia loved it.

“Ethan, you have been so good, even though I did have to give you some mild punishment. Next time, if you can’t control this cock of yours, I’m going to have to use some severe measures.” Julia laughed for a moment at her taunting. “Now, slave, see if you can control your cock as I have instructed.”

Giving Ethan’s battered dick several long, deliberate stokes, Julia told him that she was going to pump and stroke him ten more times. As the tenth simultaneous ass fuck/cock stroke occurred, he was to cum.

“Here we go, boy. It’s time for your reward.”

With that, the ebony goddess began a vicious assault on poor Ethan. “It’s all here for you, bitch. Take my cock and cum for me. Take my…damn…fucking big dick, uh..up your, shit…” Julia’s savage arousal was now beginning to peak. “Whore, Ethan, take this fucking huge…seven-n-n…oh, you damn, oh, wow…eight…m-m-m,, mmmother fucker. You had…nine…better cum for me…”

Quiet, still, then…

“YOU BITCH….TEN! As her final thrust hammered into him and her strong hand tugged insistently, rubbing over the sore head of his cock, Ethan hit the moment of crisis. At first he screamed. Then, as if even such a guttural cry as that was insufficient, Ethan opened his mouth wide, eyes agape like dark moons in his head, and some sort of silent scream escaped him just as his cock went off like some kind of alarm, in violent throbs, blasting out cum in amounts so big both he and Julia were awed, and almost scared.

Absorbed in his own orgasm, Ethan could scarcely have been aware that Julia had a raging climax. As Ethan was thrashing about, Julia was pounding into him, stroking him, and blasting off into her own glorious “O.”

Both dom and sub stayed locked to each other for a few minutes, each too weak to move. Finally, Julia moved, dismounted her slave, untied him and reclined in the plush leather sofa on the other side of Ethan.

“Baby, you are one fine bitch, you know that?” Julia whispered. “Get over here and lick my beautiful black pussy. And I hope you learned your lesson. That cock of yours had better be hard!”

As Ethan pulled himself onto his shaky legs and momentarily stretched his aching limbs, he saw his lovely mistress staring toward crotch, which was hidden by the top of the sawhorse. “Don’t fuck up, slut,” Julia cooed as she crossed her exquisite legs. Stepping gently to his left, so that he could fully present himself to his dominatrix, both Ethan and Julia took in the sight of the “hard” evidence that he had indeed learned his lesson.

While I am working on a really hot Natalie & Chris piece, this one sort of just came to me and I wanted to share it. Again, please vote for this if you like, and please do not hesitate to e-mail. I am so much looking forward to getting to know you all.

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A Night’s Work Ch. 4

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Blowjob

You have waited a long time to complete your training slut, I hope you haven’t lost your enthusiasm and desire to please me. Back to the gym…

I take a deep breath, sigh and then open my eyes; the taste of your sweetness still lingers in my mouth. I suddenly become aware of the hour – my, the time has passed quickly, we must make quick work of this.

“To your feet” I command. As you spring to your feet, I cue the trainers to begin your workout; your heart races at the thought of the challenges ahead. You become weak in the knee at the thought of servicing these trainers, and providing your Mistress with the visions she craves…

You are first directed to an apparatus with two slings hanging from it. You’re told to climb the step and to insert your arms into the slings so they support your upper arms. As you hang suspended by these straps you’ll lift your knees until your thighs are parallel to the floor – yes stomach crunches. I tell you, the number of repetitions you will have to complete may depend upon the tightness of your hole…the speed of your movements…or perhaps the staying power of this trainer. You will do repetitions without pause until you feel his hot cum squirt in your ass – “do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress, completely,” you murmur. I smile. With this, you see in the mirror a trainer taking off his shorts and exposing a cock which seems to have no end…even I am amazed at its length. Another trainer offers him some goo to slather over his long shaft and he takes a moment to stroke himself – making his meat ready to penetrate your tight hole. I notice you watch as he works his cock – your own cock strains at this sight and I sense your desire! My slave is needing to be filled by this hot throbbing cock…I smile again, and sigh.

The trainer climbs the step and stands behind you as you hang suspended in the air. With one hand he spreads your ass, with the other hand he takes his cock and searches for your hole. I hear him moan; I see you draw a deep breath and sigh as you close your eyes – it is found. I watch intently as his cock disappears into your flesh…mmmmm.

I imagine what it must feel like to have your tight warm flesh wrapped around this cock and what it must feel like to have your hole filled with this seemingly endless rock hard cock. My pussy aches at the thought. In an instant you are moving. The trainer holds your hips as your bring your legs up and then down. Even when you çanakkale escort bring your legs up, his cock remains imbedded in your ass…amazing.

Your moves are fluid and seem effortless; your talent at working cock is apparent. Another trainer is counting…10, 11, 12…17,18. You are watching this spectacle in the mirror. The sight, along with the moans of this trainer, and the feel of his cock sliding rhythmically in and out of your body are all fueling your energy! You feel his hot breath on your back – you are becoming lost, as your senses and your body are being filled.

25, 26,27…you begin to feel the burn in your muscles. The warmth adds to your own excitement; your rhythm hasn’t faltered. I too am consumed – lost in desire as I take in this sight. The trainer’s back is now arched, his pelvis jutting forward, his knees slightly bent and his muscles tensed…his moans and grunts now louder. It is apparent he is enjoying the services of my slut; what a vision this is!

I am dripping wet and can’t avoid the need to touch my pussy. You can see in the mirror that my hand is now between my legs; you are satisfied in knowing you’re giving me great pleasure – the sight of me helps you to endure. Even though you wish this not to end, you’re beginning realize you will not be able to continue indefinitely; the burn has become more intense.

As this thought crosses your mind, you feel the trainers hands move to your ass; his grip is strong. He is now helping to lift your ass. He begins to thrust himself more deeply into your hole. He is now working you, creating his own rhythm – he is using you – taking you…making you his whore, his slut, his hole.

I am enjoying this sight – two men totally lost in their lust, looking and sounding much like two animals instinctively engaged in copulation. With each thrust there is a grunt. You struggle for your breath. I feel the tension mount; there will be an explosion of energy soon – I can feel it in my pussy.

He takes one hand and reaches around you, grabs your cock and pulls you closer, making it nearly impossible for you to lift your legs. He’s working your cock, forcefully…oh God! It feels too good; you’re going to cum. You want to; desperately need to, but mustn’t – if you do, it will all be over. Please stop, you think – you can’t hold it!…your going to cum…oh noooooooo.

And in an instant, just in the nick of time, he releases his grip on çeşme escort your cock. You feel both disappointment and relief; your cock and balls ache with desire. Your mind and your body tiptoe -just inches from the edge. As quickly as he removes his hand from your cock, it moves to your hips – now both hands controlling your movement; you are but a hole dangling by a string. His hips are thrusting, hard and deliberately as you hang in mid air.

You feel nothing but his cock inside of you – sliding in and out…more quickly, furiously. His hand slips from your hip, and then returns; your body and his body are both wet with sweat – the scent intoxicating! And then suddenly, you are awakened by his shuddering moan – you feel as though you are being pulled from your perch as this trainer forces you onto his cock more completely. He drives himself into you so deeply you moan…in one, two, three thrusts – he delivers his hot cum into your ass. And I wonder if you’re able to feel his cock pulse inside of you as it deposits its load into your hole – it is done.

I too awaken from bliss, and tell you boys to hurry up. The trainer removes his cock. Again I wonder how you took it all in – truly a feat…my slut worthy of accolades. You release yourself from the slings and step down from the stool. Your cock now displaying a glorious shade of purple, its veins gorged with blood and I delight in this sight! I know you are on the verge. Again I throw you a clean towel, and this time a bottle of water. “Clean up…drink up…just a moments rest before we move on,” I command. “Yes Mistress,” you utter softly…your stomach and ass still burning.

Now to a vertical press – you’ll work on the upper body, as the trainers work on your lower body. The trainers determine an appropriate amount of weight to place on this apparatus; it mustn’t be too easy, nor too hard as you will experience distractions as you complete this exercise.

You’re directed to your position on the seat. I advice you six trainers are in line – each anxious and waiting to suck your cock as you are engaged in this exercise. Remember, you mustn’t cum, unless I ask for “my” cum…and you have but five seconds to deliver it. You will lift the weights continuously until each trainer has had the opportunity to taste your cock for 30 seconds…six trainers…a total of three minutes, which may feel like a lifetime before you’re through.

You spread your legs to allow diyarbakır escort access to the hungry trainers. And it begins; the weights feel light to you and you are pleased – piece of cake you think. The first trainer kneels to take your cock into her mouth, a woman – soft wet lips…appealing. You take in the reflection from the mirror. She teases your cock with her tongue and lips, sucks the liquid seeping from the tip…mmmm. I am imagining the feel.

Onto the next, a man. He focuses on your balls; he buries his face in them. Teases them with his tongue, then gently takes each testicle into his mouth – you feel the warmth and wetness. The pressure and suction is enough to produce a moan…mmmm…but, it stops.

Another man. As his mouth envelopes your cock, he places a hand at your balls and gently stokes. The feel of this warm wet mouth surrounding your cock, compounded by the stroke of his hand on your balls is beginning to drive you to distraction. You’re beginning to feel the weights. I enjoy watching you being teased and tormented…pleasure and pain! The vision of you being blown by this crowd amuses me – I am delighted!

Now a woman – she seems to have a remarkable ability to take your entire cock completely in her mouth, and down her throat. She is as hungry for cum as you, and is working diligently to produce it! The burn in your muscles is now unmistakable. How soon will this end? – your chest and your cock cannot take much more.

Your muscles are fatigued. Another male trainer -he grabs the base of your shaft firmly with his hand and covers the head of your cock with his mouth, his other hand grabs your balls. His hand is pumping your cock as his mouth sucks…and his tongue flicks across your head and shaft…you’re becoming perilously close to coming. Once again you fight the urge to succumb – it is difficult. Only one trainer left, and you are finished with the task.

Your muscles are now beginning to quiver and shake from the weights. A man enters. And as he lowers his mouth on your cock, he takes your balls in one hand, while using the other to grab your ass. You feel his experience – his talent. Whether it be from the weights or the feel of your cock lost in this wet, warm mouth, there is no mistaking your moans…you’re enjoying the experience. Your cock is consumed completely by this mouth and throat. He is pumping your cock; trying to pull your cum from it. Again you wish for release…you are soooo close…it feels soooo good!

“Please Mistress…do you wish for your cum?” “No!” I retort…”pleeeeease Mistress!” you beg. And it stops. Time is up. “Clean up and drink,” I command – “we must move on to the next challenge.”…

…can you handle it??

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Marla Ch. 05

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Babes

Sunday morning Buddy Wilson woke up to the delicious smell of food cooking. For a second the fact that he wasn’t in his own bed confused him, then he smiled. The bed he was in belonged to his neighbor, Marla Harris, one of his mother’s friends. He had been doing chores for her for years, but in the past few days things between them had developed into much more than an employer-employee relationship. The night before, after they finished having a long delightful, sensual time in the large bathtub, they went to bed and, after talking for a while, made love one more time before falling asleep.

Buddy still found it hard to believe that he was where he was. It was almost too good to be true. He and his beautiful older neighbor were lovers, his fondest dream had come true and, much to the young man’s delight, reality turned out to be far better than his dreams had ever been. As far as he could tell, he and Marla had done just about everything a couple could do sexually, and all of it had been incredible.

He stretched, sat up, and slid his legs over the side of the bed. His cutoff denim shorts, jockey shorts, socks, and T-shirt were lying on the floor next to the bed. He’d was wearing them when he left his house on Friday and he’d even had them on a few times since he’d gotten to Marla’s house. “Mom would kill me if she knew I’d worn the same underwear for three days,” he thought. Despite himself, he chuckled. If his mother knew all that had happened since he arrived at the Harris home, wearing the same underwear for three days would be the least of his problems.

He looked across the room, saw that the closet door was open, and noticed a man’s dark blue terrycloth robe hanging on a hook on the back of the door. He stood up, walked over, and slipped the robe on. He was sure it belonged to Mr. Harris, but Buddy didn’t care. It was like the underwear problem, wearing the robe was no big deal given what he’d been doing with the man’s wife.

Marla had awakened before Buddy. She laid next to her young lover, watching him sleep, for some time. She, too, had a hard time believing what had taken place over the past two days. She, like Buddy, had harbored fantasies about a relationship between them, but hadn’t acted on those fantasies because she and the boy’s mother were close friends. Then, on Friday afternoon, she lost control and the fantasies became reality. Now she wondered why she’d waited as long as she had. What was even worse was that Buddy would be leaving to go to college in just a few weeks.

Finally, not wanting to awaken her young lover, Marla carefully slid out of bed. She walked across the room to the closet, opened it, slipped on the pale peach colored fleece bathrobe hanging inside, and walked across the hallway to the bathroom.

Buddy visited the bathroom first, then headed for the kitchen. “Good morning,” he said to Marla, who was standing at the stove making something. He liked the look of the robe she had on.

“Good morning,” Marla replied. “I was afraid you were going to sleep the day away.”

Buddy grinned and shook his head. “Not likely,” he told her. “I mean, I don’t want to waste the time we have left.”

“Me, either,” Marla said. “But we do have to eat. I hope you don’t mind sausage and scrambled eggs. We do need to eat to keep our energy level up.”

Buddy pulled Marla into his arms and kissed her. “You got that right,” he said after the kiss was over.

They sat down at the table and ate the food Marla had prepared. She was a little surprised to learn that he liked ketchup on his scrambled eggs and said so.

“It’s good, you ought to try it,” the young man replied, smiling. He put a forkful of ketchup-covered eggs into his mouth.

“I…I think I’ll pass on that delight,” Marla said, shuddering a little.

After they finished eating, they cleared the table and moved to the sink to rinse the dishes they’d dirtied to put them in the dishwasher.

Marla opened the dishwasher door and bent to put the rinsed dishes in. Buddy, smiling, stepped behind her and opened his robe. Then he stepped forward, grabbed her hips, and pressed his middle against her bottom.

“Buddy!” Marla exclaimed, surprised – but delighted – by the young man’s action. She straightened up, closing the dishwasher door, and allowed Buddy’s weight to push her forward until she was pressed against the kitchen counter. She was delighted to recognize the feel of his swollen penis pressing against her bottom through the soft robe she wore. A rush of delight swept through her. “Did…did you forget…forget about…what…what happened yesterday?” she stammered. “Gina…she…” She felt the pressure of the young man’s body leave hers.

“Stay right where you are,” Buddy said. He walked to the kitchen door, locked it, and turned the mini-blinds on it so they were closed. He glanced around and assured himself that the other kitchen windows were set high enough in the house so nobody would be able to look in without a ladder, then went back to where Marla stood, still leaning against the counter. He again moved behind kocaeli escort her, but before he pressed himself against her, he reached around in front of her and untied the belt holding her robe closed. “Why don’t we take this off?” he murmured, tugging on it. Marla relaxed her arms to let him take the robe off. Once he had her naked, Buddy pressed back against her.

“That feels very nice,” she purred when she felt his erection nudging her buttocks. She twisted her hips from side a little.

“Ah…that feels very nice, too,” Buddy replied. He bent his legs a little and when his erection was in the position he wanted it to be, he pushed forward again. He felt Marla moving her legs apart a little bit so he could slide his swollen penis between them. “Um…that feels even better,” he noted, rocking his hips back and forth slowly.

“It certainly does,” Marla agreed. She shivers raced through her body as the tip of the young man’s erection slid over her hyper-sensitive vaginal area. Then he shifted position and the next time his hip rocked forward, his erection slid into her, causing her an even more powerful shudder and a long, fervent gasp. “Oh, Buddy! Oh…my…God!” she murmured. She felt his hands sliding from her hips to her belly, then up to her breasts. He cupped his palms over her breasts in such a way that every time he lunged into her and made her shake, her nipples rubbed lightly against his palms. She’d never experienced anything like it. “Please! Oh, Buddy, please!” she moaned.

When he started, Buddy wasn’t sure they’d be able to make love standing up and was excited to learn that they could, in fact do it. Added to that excitement was the fact that they were again making love in broad daylight in her kitchen. There weren’t too many places in the house where they hadn’t made love, actually. He kept rocking his hips, shoving his erection deep into Marla while he savored the incredible feelings that resulted from their coupling. He especially liked the way it felt as he held her breasts and her nipples tickled him. “If it feels that good to me, I bet she really likes it,” he thought.

Wild, wonderful sensations continued to bounce around inside Marla’s body, their intensity growing every second. She wasn’t sure exactly what it was about what they were doing that made this joining so arousing, but it was. “Please, Buddy! Oh, Buddy, please!” she moaned. “Take me! Don’t…Oh, God, darling…don’t make me wait! Please! I…I’m going to…” She could no longer talk. Her body stiffened, then went into a series of jolting movements that seemed almost like seizures. Swell after swell of rapture broke over her like a tidal wave. She could vaguely feel her fingers clutching the edge of the counter. “Ohhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” she wailed as a fantastic orgasm rumbled through her.

Buddy briefly felt Marla’s vaginal walls rippling along the sides of his swollen penis, buried deep inside her. Then, like his love, all he could feel were the breathtaking feelings of ecstasy he’d become so familiar with since he and his neighbor had become lovers. And those feelings, as they always seemed to, robbed him of what little control he had left. His insides began churning and his fluids rushed up through him and gushed into his lover’s snug cave. “Oh, yeahhh! Take ittt! Oh, God, take ittt!” he groaned. His hands closed, squeezing the breasts they held, pulling Marla back, pressing her bottom tight against his rocking hips.

“Yesssss!!! Oh, God, Buddy, yessssss!” Marla cried when she felt the young man’s hot fluids spurting into her. She didn’t think it was possible, but her orgasm grew even more intense. “Ohhhhhhh!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”

Buddy kept lunging against Marla, continuing to shove his erect penis into her until he could feel his erection begin to soften. He finally released her breasts, slipped his hands down to her hips, and held her against him.

“Oh, God, Buddy!” Marla gasped. “That…that was so wonderful!”

“It’s always wonderful when we make love, isn’t it?” the young man responded.

“Ah…I…I guess it is,” Marla agreed. She felt his erection soften a bit more and could feel droplets of his fluids dribbling out of her and dripping on her inner thighs. In other circumstances, she would have found that irritating, but the fact that it was Buddy’s fluids dripping out of her made it wonderful. “You know, I’m going to have to take a bath after this,” she continued.

“That sounds like fun,” Buddy said. He released her and stepped back.

Marla turned and leaned back against the counter. Her legs were still a bit shaky and she didn’t trust them to hold her completely. “Come here,” she said, lifting her arms.

Buddy stepped forward, into his lover’s embrace, and they kissed passionately while their naked bodies caressed.

They showered together and, of course, did engage in a considerable amount of fondling and touching while they did so, but they somehow managed to get through the experience without actually making love.

“If you don’t mind, there are kocaeliescort.biz some things I’d really like to get done before you go home,” Marla told the young man while they walked from the bathroom to the bedroom. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

“I don’t mind,” Buddy replied. “You know that.”

While Marla tried to decide what to wear, the young man slid back into his cutoff shorts, T-shirt, and sneakers. Marla finally decided on a snug red ribbed long sleeved cotton shirt that the store clerk called a “corset T”. It fit her very snugly had hook and eye closures down the front and a pair of snug-fitting jeans. She slid her feet into a pair of felt clogs. Dressed, she turned and was elated to see the look of appreciation in the young man’s eyes while he watched her dress.

“I like your outfit,” Buddy said.

Marla felt herself blushing. “Thank you,” she replied softly. When was the last time her husband had complimented her on what she was wearing? She couldn’t remember. Of course her young neighbor did a whole lot of things for her that her husband didn’t do, so…

“It’s kind of neat watching you get dressed, too,” Buddy added.

Marla giggled. “I would have thought you’d prefer to see me undress.”

The teenager’s face reddened. “I…I guess I do,” he admitted, looking a bit sheepish. “But watching you get dressed is neat, too.”

Marla walked across the room, to where the young man sat on the bed, sat down next to him, put her arm around him, and pulled him against her. “You want to know something?” she asked softly.

Buddy nodded. “Ah…sure, OK.”

Marla took a deep breath. “You’re only the second man who’s ever seen me get dressed,” she said, very softly. Actually, he might have been the first man to see her put her clothes on, since her husband seldom paid attention to her, even when he was home.

Buddy turned and looked at her with a surprised look on his face. “Really?” he asked.

Marla nodded and placed a gentle kiss on his nose. “Really,” she said. She stood up. “Now let’s get to work. I have a whole lot of boxes packed with clothes in the spare bedroom I’d like to take down to that charity dropoff site.”

“OK,” Buddy said.

It took them quite a few trips to lug all of the boxes out to the garage and load them in Marla’s SUV, but they managed. Once they’d loaded the last box in the big vehicle, they got in. Marla pressed the button on the automatic garage door opener to open the garage door, then she started the big vehicle’s engine.

“Wow, you’re giving them a lot of clothing,” Buddy commented as Marla backed the vehicle out of the garage. “If it’s all as nice as the stuff you have at home, they’re going to love it at the charity place.”

“Most of it is out of style, but it is all good quality,” Marla said as she drove down the street. “I decided I needed to clean out my closet. I have far more clothing than I’ll ever wear. And a lot of what’s in those boxes back there I haven’t worn in years.”

They arrived at the used clothing store run by the charity and Marla drove around back to a large bin set up so people could drop things off after hours. They got out of the SUV and began putting the boxes of clothing into the bin.

“This is really nice clothing,” Buddy commented, “if you’d brought it down when they were open, they would have given you a receipt and you could have claimed it on your taxes.”

Marla snorted. “My husband could have claimed it,” she said. “Right now, I don’t really give a damn if he gets a tax deduction or not.”

“OK,” Buddy said, grinning. “Your choice.”

As they drove back toward Marla’s house, Buddy turned in his seat, reached across the SUV’s center console and caressed Marla’s leg. “I love the way those jeans look on you,” he said.

“Thank you,” Marla replied, feeling her face get warm. She loved the compliment, but it embarrassed her a little, too. She wasn’t used to hearing compliments, but it was something she could get used to.

He slid his hand up over her belly, cupped her breast, and squeezed it gently. A rush of delight caused Marla to shudder. “Buddy!” she murmured. “I…I’m driving!”

The young man chuckled. “And I’m feeling you up,” he retorted. He slid his cupped hand up over her breast, caressing her rapidly-erecting nipple through her bra and shirt.

“Oh, God, Buddy!” Marla groaned. “Do…do you know how nice that feels?”

“I think so,” the young man replied.

“You could make me have an accident?” Marla gasped. “How…how would we explain that?”

“We better not have an accident, then,” the teen said. He slid his hand over and began opening the hook and eye fasteners holding her blouse shut. Once he had most of them open, he slid his hand inside the blouse and began to caress her bra-covered breast.

Despite the fact that Buddy’s caresses were really arousing her and making it hard for her to concentrate on driving, Marla did manage to control herself enough to drive back to her house safely. She pulled into the alley behind the house, then into the garage. She shut the SUV’s engine off and pushed the button on the door closer. The big overhead door began humming down.

Marla unhooked her seatbelt and turned to face the young man sitting in the passenger seat, whose hand remained on her breast. “You never stop, do you?” she murmured. The fluids of excitement had her panties wet and she could feel the dampness when she moved. “God, how does he do it? How does he always know exactly what to do to turn me on?” she found herself wondering. The fact that she was now facing Buddy made it possible for him to touch both of her breasts, which he did. She didn’t know what made her do it, but she found herself crawling over the console, to the passenger side of the large vehicle.

She hadn’t wanted the big SUV, but her husband had insisted on buying it. Now, as she knelt on the floor in front of Buddy , tugging at his shorts to get them off, she began to think maybe buying it wasn’t such a bad idea after all. The car she’d wanted was a lot smaller.

Buddy couldn’t believe it when Marla joined him on the passenger side of the vehicle. He was even more surprised when she began pulling down his shorts and underpants. Happily, he lifted his hips to make it easier for her to bare the lower half of his body. When Marla slid her mouth over his nearly-erect penis, he groaned, “Oh, God!” Ecstasy blossomed through him while his lover raised and lowered her head, caressing his stiffening penis with her lips and tongue.

While she was working on Buddy’s swollen shaft with her lips, Marla was opening her jeans and shoving them down. The fact that they were snug caused her more problems than she’d have liked, but after some struggling she managed to get her lower body as bare as that of her young lover. She lifted her mouth from the young man’s now steel-hard pole and smiled. “Did you know the seats did this?” she asked. She reached down and pushed a button. An electric motor hummed and the back of the seat reclined. While the seatback was lowering, Marla leaned forward and licked and kissed the tip of Buddy’s rampant erection. Then, when the seat was where she wanted it, she climbed up onto the young man’s lap and felt a thrill when his erection slapped gently against her labia. “You don’t want to wait until we get in the house, do you?” she asked while she was reaching between them and positioning the tip of the young man’s hard penis between her labia.

“Ah…no…um…no way!” Buddy groaned in reply. The minute he felt the tip of his hard on being engulfed by her warmth, he lifted his hips, trying to get into her.

“I don’t either,” Marla said as she lowered her hips. She sighed as she felt his hardness pushing up into her. “I want you in me…now…just…like…this.!” She began moving her hips and could feel his erection lashing around inside her, caressing her insides in ways only it could.

Buddy was surprised when Marla jumped his bones in the car. He’d have expected that with a girl his age, but not with her. He didn’t care, though. Making love with her was incredible, no matter where they did it. He reached up and managed to get her breasts out of her flimsy bra, so he could reach the rigid tips with his mouth, then he slid his hands down and grabbed her rocking, twisting bottom while he lunged against her with his hips. The car seat was low, and he found that by putting his feet on the floor, he could shove himself up into her better than he could when they did it this way in bed.

Fabulous sensory inputs wracked Marla’s body as she rode her young lover. His forceful thrusts shook her and it felt as if he was reaching places inside her he’d never reached before. Little starbursts of pleasure erupted and evolved into more powerful ones, which then evolved into explosions of joy that were still more wonderful. She couldn’t imagine how she’d survived nearly four decades without experiencing anything this wonderful. “Take…me…darling! Oh…Buddy…darling…please…take…me!” she gasped as his swollen shaft slid up into her again and again, driven by fervent motion of his hips. Her body stiffened and what felt like a nuclear bomb of ecstasy exploded inside her. “Now! Now, Buddy! Ohhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” she wailed as her body, in the grip of another incredible orgasm, thrashed atop her lover’s.

“Yeahhh!! Oh, yeahhhhhhh!!!” Buddy groaned in reply. He felt his fingers digging into Marla’s firm bottom when his insides unleashed, releasing a whirlpool of bliss. He felt powerful jets of his fluids exploding into Marla.

“So…hot…Ohhhhhhh!!! Oh, yessssssssss!!! Oh, God, yessssssssssssss!!!” Marla cried when she felt the explosion of her young lover’s fluids.

The couple’s frantic movements gradually slowed until they were still, with Marla lying atop Buddy, who continued to hang on to her bottom. They were quiet for a little while, then Marla pushed herself upright and, in doing so, felt the young man’s softening erection sliding from her. She also felt their mixed fluids dripping out of her onto the SUV’s leather upholstery. “If we stain the seat, Tom’s going to have a fit,” she mused, “but who cares?” She leaned down and shared a gentle kiss with her young lover. “I think I’m ready to go in the house now, how about you?”

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My Daughter’s Best Friend Ch. 02

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The first chapter in this story was so well received I decided to continue the story. ‘Thank you’ to all the people who wrote, your encouragement and criticisms were all greatly apreciated and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

I awoke alone the morning after Cindy and I became lovers. She had already left the house by the time I arose. Still, I felt better than I had in years. Some how the sun seemed brighter, the air smelled sweeter. Yeah, it’s corny but that’s how I felt. Gee, all it takes for a 45 year old man to rediscover the zest in life is to make love to a beautiful, passionate 18 year old. I don’t know why everyone doesn’t try it. I couldn’t wait to see her again later that night.

At work everyone could see the difference in me. “Somebody got some last night!” was the joke of the day. I didn’t care. Even my most obnoxious clients couldn’t get under my skin. I couldn’t wait to get home.

I didn’t see Cindy that night. I was disappointed but I understood. With school and 2 jobs she often got home late and left early. I wasn’t about to become possessive of someone who had struggled so hard to make something of her life. I would see her tomorrow.

But I didn’t. Again she left early and came home after I was asleep. The same thing happened the next day. It was obvious she was avoiding me. I have to admit that I was a little hurt by this. That night meant a lot to me but I was afraid that Cindy might have been embarrassed by it. I had to speak to her.

The next day I left work early, hoping to catch Cindy at home. She had moved into my house when my daughter went away to college to escape a bad home life but now I might have made her feel uncomfortable in her new home. That was the last thing I wanted.

When I came through the front door I could hear her in her room. I knocked softly on the door and asked if I could enter. “Is everything okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, sure. Everything’s great.” Cindy’s voice was strained and she couldn’t bring herself to look at me. “Um, I just want to tell you I’m moving out. I’m moving back home.”

I was stunned. “Home? Look, if this is about what we did the other night…”

As soon as I said that Cindy’s eyes welled up with tears. Her eyes were riveted on the floor and her posture screamed defeat.

“God, this is such a joke.” she sobbed. “School, jobs, dreams. Bullshit. All I am is a fucking slut. Just like my step-father says I am.”

That’s what this was all about. Cindy’s stepfather was notorious in our neighborhood. A loudmouthed, drunken waste product who abused his wife and terrorized Cindy. He was an unapologetic misogynist who believed all women are nothing but whores and he beat that belief into Cindy’s brain through years of repetition. Despite all she’d accomplished in her short years Cindy still harbored that belief in the depths of her soul. And my making love to her cemented that idea.

I crossed the room in a rush, taking Cindy’s face in my hands, forcing her to look in my eyes. “Don’t you ever be afraid to look me in the eye, me or anyone else. You’re only 18 and you’ve already done more aydın escort with yourself than most people will do with their whole lives. You are not my whore. Not mine or anyone else’s! Don’t ever run yourself down like that, not in front of me.”

When I finished my outburst I stepped back from Cindy. I was out of breath and shaking with the strength of my emotions. I suddenly felt clumsy and awkward and very, very stupid. We stood there for a moment wrapped in the uncomfortable silence. Then I turned and lurched out of the room. Somehow I found myself in the kitchen.

I was staring blankly out of the window above the sink, seeing nothing. I heard a soft sound behind me. It was Cindy. I opened my mouth to speak but she silenced me with a finger to my lips. She slipped into my arms and we held each other tight. I’ve heard it said that if a person is fortunate enough to go to heaven they will spend eternity suspended in the most perfect moment of joy they’d ever experienced in life. This was my moment

Sometimes the heart knows what the head denies. I was in love with an 18 year old woman.

I have no idea how long we stood there like that, I only know it could never be long enough. I luxuriated in her presence, the smell of her skin and hair, the warmth of her body. She turned her face up to mine. Tears were in her eyes but this time they were tears of happiness. I brushed a tear from her cheek and she smiled. Our lips came together in a kiss, soft and tender, saying far more than words ever could. I could taste her strawberry lip gloss. Cindy moaned as I kissed her eyelids, her cheeks. My tongue traced the outline of her jawline and I nibbled her earlobe before our lips met again.

I broke the kiss and looked Cindy in the eyes to make sure this was what she wanted. Again she silenced me with a finger on my lips. She looked at me in wonder, as if seeing me for the first time. Her delicate finger traced my lips, then slowly down my chin, my throat, my chest. Lower. Down my stomach to my belt. She placed her hands on my hips and smiled. Then Cindy gracefully knelt before me.

Cindy lowered my zipper and released my penis. She lightly ran her fingertips along it’s length, gently coaxing it to hardness. She studied it as if it were an art object she’d discovered. Pursing her lips she blew cool air on the head of my cock and I shivered. She smiled and held my gaze with hers as her soft, moist lips engulfed the tip of my penis. The point of her tongue tickled the glans and then she ran her lips along the underside. My moans and sighs gave her encouragement to increase her efforts.

Cindy unbuckled my pants and tugged them to the floor so she could have access to my balls as well. While she slowly stroked my dick she took first one ball, then the other, in her mouth and tongued them. My breathing had become erratic and I wasn’t going to last long like this. Cindy knew it and she loved being in control of my pleasure. She kissed the head of my cock and then took as much of me in her mouth as she could. Massaging my balls with her hand she sucked me harder and nazillibelediyespor.org deeper. Her tongue swirled around my shaft as she twisted her head seeking to give me as much pleasure as possible. I placed my hands on her head and wrapped my fingers in her hair. She knew I was about to come so she grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper. The slurping sounds she made combined with the incredible sight of my cock disappearing into her angelic face to push me over the edge. With a groan I filled her mouth with sperm and Cindy eagerly swallowed it all.

I helped Cindy back to her feet and kissed her. Kicking off my pants I picked her up and carried her up the stairs. Since we came to her room first, I brought her in there and lay her on the bed. We kissed, deeply and passionately for many long minutes. She lay on top of me as we made out and my hands teased and caressed her through her clothes. She seemed to love having her breasts caressed and her nipples are very sensitive. Finally I rolled off the bed and had Cindy stand up with me. I stopped her when she tried to undress herself. I wanted that job.

I peeled her shirt over her head and kissed the soft, young flesh exposed to me. I kissed her neck and throat and the tender flesh of her upper chest. Cindy’s nipples looked like they were trying to burst through her bra, but they would have to wait their turn. Bypassing her breasts, I kissed my way down her tummy. She giggled when I paused to lick her bellybutton. I unbuttoned her lowriders and slowly peeled them off. Again, I kissed and caressed the newly exposed skin, worshipping her body, but avoiding her still covered parts. Next I slipped off her panties. As I slip them down I blew on her pussy and kissed her lower tummy, just above her slit. Cindy wriggled, trying to get contact with her now wet pussy, but I had other plans. As she stepped out of her panties I maneuvered behind her and kissed her butt, just a few kisses on each cheek plus a long, lingering lick up the crack.

I stood up behind her and pulled her back towards me. Cindy could feel my hardness pressing into her and she reached back to stroke me, but it wasn’t time for that yet. I turned her to face me and unhooked her bra, finally freeing her perky, young tits. Holding her hands in mine I stepped back a pace to take in her beauty. At 5’4” Cindy is perfectly proportioned. Her 34B breasts stand proudly out from her chest, soft white mounds capped by puffy, pale pink nipples. Her flat belly and slim waist flare gently outwards to her slender, womanly hips. Her firm round ass is the stuff of dreams. Her short, black hair frames a cute, pixie-ish face. Her warm brown eyes were now expressing anticipation and sexual hunger.

I ran my hands up her sides, then in to her breasts. Cindy covered my hands with hers and pressed them firmly to her chest. We kissed, passionately, while I rolled her stiffened nipples between my fingers. I kissed my way to her tits, taking one nipple at a time between my lips. Cindy’s knees buckled and we fell back onto the bed. I continued sucking those magnificent tits and placed my hand on her cunt. Spreading her pussylips I sought out her clit, teasing her to the point of orgasm. I fingered the opening to her vagina without actually penetrating her. Cindy squirmed and moaned while I teased her.

I left her tits and kissed my way down, down to her sweet pussy. I knelt between Cindy’s widespread legs. Her cunt was drooling juice down her asscrack. She looked so sweet, so angelic and yet so wanton. Her hips writhed of their own accord, her body overcome by lust. She bit her lower lip in anticipation of what was about to happen, what she longed to happen. Cindy let out a long groan as I dipped my head between her thighs and licked the length of her slit. I spread her with my thumbs and licked her wet hole. As I increased the speed of my ministrations Cindy thrashed her head back and forth, humping her hips at my face. She pinched her nipples and moaned encouragement. She came with a loud moan, her body convulsing in ecstasy, but I didn’t stop.

When Cindy was recovered from her orgasm I flipped her on her stomach and buried my face in her buttcrack. I spread her cheeks and licked her tight, little hole. She didn’t know how to react at first but when I pushed one, then two fingers deep into her wet pussy she figured it out: she came again.

Rolling her onto her back again I focused my attention on her clit, licking it, stroking it, gently sucking it. I massaged her pussyhole and slid a finger up her asshole, lubricated by the copious flow of juice from her cunt. I finger fucked her ass while I ate her sweet pussy. Cindy kept repeating the same word over and over: “Coming!” Finally Cindy grabbed my head and held it to her cunt with surprising strength and came again, shrieking, her ass rising high off the bed.

Cindy pulled me up on top of her and kissed me hard, wrapping her arms and legs around me tightly like she was trying to keep me from getting away. She reached between us and lined my cock up with her hungry pussy. “Fuck me. This is your pussy. Show me how much you love this pussy.” I slid into her with one stroke and she arched her back to take it. This was not tender lovemaking, we’d left that behind. We were fucking now, two people taking their pleasure from one another. Her cunt gripped me and squeezed me. I drove into her with all the power I could muster. The room was filled with the sounds of sex, squeaking bedsprings, moans of passion and the flat slap of flesh on flesh. I could hear the wet, squashy sound of my penis stretching Cindy’s tight, young cunt. She whispered in my ear as I fucked her. “Come on, baby! Give it to me! Give me your come!”

I exploded into her just as she reached her climax. Cindy screamed as she came and her pussy clamped down on me like a velvet fist. I kept pumping her and she whimpered. I held her in my arms and kissed her tenderly, the madness of lust having passed. I stroked her hair and nuzzled her neck. Cindy purred like a kitten and snuggled closer to me.

“Did you mean what you said before?” Cindy asked in a dreamy voice.

“Every word of it, Cindy”

She was quiet for a few moments. “You were wrong about one thing.”

“Oh, what has that?” I asked.

She kissed me and said. “I am a whore. Your whore, for as long as you’ll have me.”

The next morning I did not wake up alone.

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