Maine by Chance

Maine by Chance

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It was one of those perfect fall days that remind you why you put up with the months of New England winter. This particular Friday the sky was crystal clear, the sun was as bright as any summer day. The few red and orange leaves still clinging to the trees were absolutely glowing as their fallen colleagues flitted across the road, catching the sun like tiny mirrors.

Despite the wonderful weather, I was in a rotten mood. I was going to be cooped up the entire day in a hastily called meeting at a client’s office in Portsmouth. The sun would be long gone before the meeting ended. Portsmouth, so teasingly close to the water, and I was going to be stuck wearing a suit in a stuffy conference room. The only connection I would have with the outside world this day would be a single window overlooking a parking lot. And to add to the gloom, the weather report for the weekend called for cloudy and cold days with a good chance of an early snow. Today was the last nice day of fall and I was going to miss it! I’d already missed way too many nice days stuck in meetings this year. What a lousy and definitive end to any hint of summer.

I tried to leave the house early so I might at least get a chance to drive by the ocean in Portsmouth before the meeting. In summer the New England shore becomes a city teeming with people, but every fall, the people leave and the pristine beauty returns like swallows to Capistrano. But this day the traffic gods conspired against me. An accident caused a big backup on 495, and even without any detours, I was already few minutes late for the meeting when I pulled into the parking lot.

Flustered, I quickly gathered my briefcase and headed inside; forgetting the bottle of wine I’d brought as a thank you for their referral of another client. I was quickly greeted by the office manager who was acting quite harried herself. She told me the meeting had been hastily cancelled. The president and most of the others had been called to an emergency meeting in New York and had left 15 minutes ago for the airport. She was apologetic that they hadn’t been able to reach me and didn’t have my cell number. I put on my customer face, said no problem we’d reschedule, but inside I was fuming. As I was getting in my car she ran out with a wrapped platter to take back to my colleagues. They had ordered it for the meeting, but no one was left to eat it. It seemed pointless to argue, so I accepted the cheese platter just to get away. I thanked her and headed back for the highway home.

As is often the case when I’m flustered and not paying attention, I picked the wrong entrance ramp and went North instead of South on I-95. I realized my mistake too late and cursed as that meant the next exit wouldn’t be for miles – not until after I crossed into Maine. As I crossed the bridge cursing my bad luck, I stopped sulking just long enough to look out over the Piscataqua River. It is always a spectacular view from the bridge. The river is wide, the road seems a mile high and on this day the sun shone brightly on the bustling boats preparing for winter. I began to calm down and realize that maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing, no one expected me back at work today. I’d been working long hours, and maybe this was fate’s way of telling me to take a day for myself, So, at the next exit, I took a quick right turn off the rotary and headed for the seashore. Past the outlets, past the tourist shops and quaint Maine villages along the seacoast, up route 1A where the rocky shoreline rolls randomly in and out, at times teasingly close to the road, at other times completely hidden for miles.

As I rounded a bend, a long clear view suddenly opened up; a long crescent shaped beach, one end capped by a large steep cliff, topped by a lighthouse now shining in the sun. The only thing separating me from the ocean was a seawall and a hundred feet of beach. Up ahead, multiple parking spots were nestled against the seawall, barely a car in site. In summer, an open space was as rare as a blanket spot on the beach. I parked the car to relax and admire the view. I badly wanted to take a walk, but being in suit and tie and dress shoes, I wasn’t quite attired for a romp through the sand. Wishing I had a change of clothes, it occurred to me that I had my gym bag in the trunk. Checking the bag, I found a t-shirt, shorts, running shoes and a towel. A little thin for the cool ocean breeze, çankaya escort but a hell of a lot better than a suit. And a nice run along the beach would be just the ticket. Needing a place to change, I noticed that just north the seawall was a good 10 feet above the beach, so I took the stairs down and found a nice secluded spot against the seawall by a tree that was amazingly still harboring a few leaves.

From there I had a clear view both ways along the beach and other than a few walkers in the distance and a dog playing frisbee in the surf, the beach was deserted. I had time and privacy, so I carefully folded my dress clothes in the duffel bag. Not having a change of underwear and not wanting to drive home in sweaty undershorts, I nervously stepped out of my briefs. I was now fully nude in the sun and it felt so wonderful against my body. The beach was still clear, so I stayed like that for a bit, lingering in the sun. Back to reality I stepped into my shorts, t-shirt and shoes and headed back to the next set of stairs just past the tree. It was only then that I looked up through the tree and noticed a woman sitting on the seawall. Where did she come from? Had she been there all the time? Had she seen me under the tree – from there she must have had a pretty good view of where I was standing. I’d never even thought to look up! I was a bit embarrassed but what could I do now? As I passed her going back to the car we exchanged smiles and hellos as anyone walking along the beach might. There was a little extra twist to her smile and a little wink that either said, “I saw you the whole time” or “isn’t it nice to be out on such a nice day”.

I put my bag in the car and headed out for a relaxed jog along the beach, the tension of the day lessening with every step. And I have to admit I thought about the woman on the seawall, whether she had seen me and I kind of hoped she had. I thought of her cute smile, her cheeks rosy from the wind and sun, even wondered what she might look like under her baggy sweatshirt and jeans that hadn’t revealed much. It was a glorious run. Thinking of her, enjoying the scenery, and basking in the sun. The waves were spectacular today and I really enjoyed one particular spot where a wave would crash from rock to rock and finally spew up like an elaborate fountain.

When I got back from the run, I found myself a bit disappointed that the woman was no longer there. Her spot on the seawall was now in the shade. Too bad, it would have been nice to chat a bit more. I was so busy scanning the seawall that I almost didn’t see her sitting on a sun-drenched park bench not more than 10 feet away from my car. My heart skipped. We exchanged a short hello. I commented on what a great day it was, and she asked me how the run had been. I told her it was fantastic and told her about the rock fountain in the ocean. It was wonderful talking to her. She has such a wonderful smile and the sun reflected in her brown eyes. I wanted to keep talking, but the wind was throwing a chill through me and I began to shiver a bit, although I was doing my best to hide it. She noticed and much to my surprise, offered me a spare sweatshirt from her bag. I thanked her, but I was so sweaty I didn’t want to get it wet. She said: “no problem, just take off your wet-t-shirt and towel off and it’ll be fine”.

So there I was, taking off my t-shirt in front of her, wondering if this was the second time she’d watched me undress that day. I was a bit nervous and maybe it showed – she gave a little wolf whistled and quipped not to worry, its nothing she hadn’t seen before. We both laughed but I couldn’t help but wonder if it was a general statement or whether she was implying that she’d seen me on the beach below. I have to say I started to enjoy taking my time toweling off. I’d been working out all summer, and I guess I enjoyed showing off my toned chest and abs. Thoughts of her watching me started to stir my erection, and I realized that without underwear, my shorts would make this way too obvious. So, I turned around so my back was to her, and when I was able to peek around, it sure seemed like she was checking me out, enjoying the view of my butt and legs firm and taut from my workouts. I quickly pulled on the sweatshirt and thankfully it was long enough that I could pull it down to hide the growing tent in my shorts.

We chatted escort çankaya a bit longer. I really enjoyed her company. She was always smiling, and she had this wonderful way of saying things – there was a hint of mischief but always in a way where I couldn’t tell if it was propositioning or just being friendly. Either way, it was a pleasant conversation that I didn’t want it to end. Turns out that she was here by chance as well. She and her husband had planned a kid-less long weekend, but he had to cancel due to a work emergency. And since she’d already planned the day off from work and a sitter for the kids, she too decided to take a little time for herself.

It was getting near lunchtime and I remembered the cheese platter I had been given that morning and also the bottle of wine meant for my client, so I asked her if she’d like to join me for a picnic. She was game and contributed a blanket from her magic bag. So, there we were, two grown adults playing hooky from our lives, together in the middle of the deserted beach on an incredible day, having our own private impromptu picnic in the sun. And savoring every minute! Up until now her hair had been tucked into her sweatshirt, but now it was free and playfully blowing in the breeze. Her light brown hair twinkled in the sun and hung beautifully on her shoulders. I couldn’t help but wonder what else she was hiding under that loose sweatshirt she was wearing. It didn’t reveal much, but my imagination was in overdrive and I could tell from the occasional fold of her sweatshirt, that there was something ample underneath.

She told me she wanted to see the wave fountain I’d told her about, so we walked together down the beach. We were just having fun – like two long lost friends who’d suddenly rediscovered each other -we didn’t feel like strangers at all. We walked close to each other, our shoulders often touching, bumping into each other. Half on purpose and half accidentally, her breast would rub often against my arm. Soon we were walking down the beach hand in hand, warming ourselves against the cool ocean breeze.

The breeze got stronger and we moved closer to each other to keep warm. I put my arm around her: half brotherly, half loverly. Neither of us wanted to fully give into our emotions, neither was sure where this was headed, we were just enjoying the moment. I felt her warm breath on my cheek. She said something about her hands still being cold and the next thing I felt were her cool hands warming themselves against my back under my shirt. I held her close and our lips touched. We stood like that and kissed for a long time. Her hands moving up and down my back, warming, massaging, rubbing. I put my hands under her shirt and warmed myself, holding her close and gently rubbing her back. I was getting aroused and when it dawned on me that I hadn’t felt any bra strap, any chance of me controlling my erection disappeared. I couldn’t hide it, I’m sure she could feel my hardness rubbing against her leg. True to form, she deftly showed indifference – rubbing against it every so often to keep me in a maximum state of frenzy, but in a way that she could also feign that it was by accident. Likewise, I kept moving my hands teasingly close to the edges of her breasts, circling close, pulling away, only to return closer in a bit. We continued to kiss, her warm mouth against mine – it felt so wonderful, so natural, so comfortable.

When I finally went a little further, and begun to move my hands closer to cupping her breasts, she suddenly pulled away, I figured I had gone too far and our fun had reached its limits, But instead she just said, “come on, I want to show you something”. She grabbed my hand and pulled me along the beach until we came to a spot where the rocks jutted out into the surf. We scampered ankle deep into the water to get around the rocks. The water was chilly, but not unbearable, there was still a hint of the warmth left from summer, and quickly the rocks receded a bit from the ocean. Suddenly we were in our own private little cove-nest, protected on all sides by rock. I remembered my lesson from before and looked up, but thankfully the rock also jutted out from the seawall above, putting us well out of sight of anyone who might be walking by.

Now in our own private Eden, we quickly picked up where we left off, this time with a vengeance. We couldn’t çankaya escort bayan get close enough to each other, our hands wanting to be everywhere at once, to explore everywhere. Our kisses were deep and hard, I hadn’t felt like this since high school. My cock felt as hard as the rock we were leaning against. I felt her wonderful round breasts under her sweatshirt and slowly lifted it over her head and threw it on the rocks. She was stunning. Her breasts were full, each a perfect handful, and I hoped soon to be a mouthful. Firm, but not overly so, just a little sag to them; these were not the breasts of a pampered model, but of a real woman, a woman of passion. Her nipples were the color of sand, centered with slightly darker perfect erasers that were now as hard as glass with excitement. Seeing her standing like that, topless in jeans with the sun shining across her body put me in nirvana. My cock ignored the confines of my waistband and began peaking out into the sunshine. I wanted her so badly. I wanted to lick every inch of her body, to be inside her, to make her moan with pleasure, to feel that ultimate release holding each other so close.

I kissed her on the lips and as her mouth opened yet again to eagerly suck my tongue in, I moved my kisses down to and eagerly kissed and sucked her soft neck while beginning to slowly massage her wonderful breasts. I sucked her erect nipples, playing with them with my tongue. And as I slowly started moving my kisses south, continuing to tease, our passions boiled over. In one quick motion she stripped me of my sweatshirt and of the shorts that had long since stopped pretending to have any useful purpose. Together we eagerly dropped her jeans to the ground, I could smell her wetness combining with the smell of the ocean and the sun. I could feel her pussy press against the base of my cock, its tip probing her belly button. Her lips were already swollen and open, enveloping my shaft as her wetness dripped along my cock to my balls. As I rubbed against her I felt her shudder with a mini orgasm from just the touch. I knelt to taste her sweetness for the very first time, as she braced herself against the rock wall. My tongue probed deep inside her, as my face rubbed against her wetness, often leaving her depth to move my tongue in long strokes up her pussy from bottom to top, lingering ever so slightly at her engorged clit. I could feel her begin to shudder, I sucked deeply on her clit as she moaned with pleasure, her legs clamping around my head as she vibrated with a major orgasm, my hands enjoying the softness of her smooth butt. What a wonderful feeling it is to be able to be the giver of such pleasure

She pulled me up to her mouth and kissed me deeply, her hands running through my windblown hair. Her wetness was on my face, glistening in the sun as it moistened her cheeks as well. She moved her kisses lower, lingering over my chest, teasing my nipples. Each time she touched me I couldn’t help but shudder, the shudders getting more intense as her kisses moved down my now sensitive belly. Soon I felt her warm mouth on my cock. She sucked deeply, her fingers teasing my balls. She expertly moved her mouth up and down the shaft, sending shivers through me with each stroke. Stopping every so often to admire her handiwork and tease me with little licks and kisses. I so wanted to explode. I could tell she wanted that too, to feel my warm cum in her mouth, sliding down her throat. It was just so intense and wonderful and I didn’t want it to ever end.

Just before reaching the point of no return, I pulled away from her mouth and as she looked up at me with puzzlement and even a little disappointment. Without saying a word, I turned her around and bent her over a rock as I entered her engorged pussy from behind, thrusting deeply, the friction sending shots of pleasure through us both with each thrust. The sounds of our bodies moving together mingled wonderfully with the sounds of the waves. Each thrust adding more of our musty smell to the ocean mist. Our pace quickened as we bucked back and forth and it wasn’t long before I exploded with such force that I knew she would feel it hitting deep inside. That set her off on another orgasm and we continued to come together, our moans mixing with the song of the gulls, our juices dripping down our legs, quickly drying in the sunshine. We held each other close, not wanting this day to end, protecting each other against the wind. We sat in the sand and hugged close together under the blanket, blissfully huddling, totally spent, not talking, watching the waves crashing over the rocks. Each wave an orgasm of its own as the white crests formed over each hidden rock.

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The Blue Life Ch. 18: Little Mistress

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The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission and bisexuality. If any of that offends you, just move on to the next story. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are appreciated. Thanks again to John for his help in editing and proofreading.

This story picks up where Chapter 17 left off. Bobby has been adding to his stable of submissives. There is now his mother and father, Mrs. Sally Whitehall (his mother’s best friend), Terri Whitehall (Sally’s eighteen year old daughter), and Sondra Gutierrez (an owner of a Lingerie Shop in her late twenties).

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I entered Dressing Room

in the Lace Boudoir to find my youngest submissive, the eighteen year old Terri Whitehall, on her hands and knees. She was topless, wearing only a pleated, plaid miniskirt, knee highs, brown penny loafers, oh, and a thin, white dog collar around her neck. She was looking at herself in the mirror, with one hand between her legs, inside her panties, stroking her pussy. Her massive tits hung down, and swung underneath her as she stroked.

“Terri,” I asked, “what the hell are you doing?”

“I was getting bored, Bobby. So I thought I might rub one out. You got me excited earlier and then left me hanging. So, I thought I would take matters into my own hands.”

“Is that why you’ve been acting like a bitch to Sophie?” Sophie had been trying to help fit Terri with a new bra.

“She was a bitch to me first. She’s supposed to be finding me like a bra and panties to wear to work here at the lingerie shop. She measured me, and then she brought me that crap! I can’t wear that!” Terri’s voice went up an octave into a piercing whine.

I looked at the bras that were on the table. They were fine. There was a black lace bra, and a white plain one. They were very similar to ones Sally, Terri’s mother, had bought the day before at The Lace Boudoir. Conservative, but sexy. I said, “What is wrong with these bras? They are very sexy and nice. Your Mom got bras like these here just yesterday. Don’t you think she looks hot?”

“Mom is super-sexy. And the bras she got here are fine. But I don’t want to look like my mother! Geez, Bobby!”

I grabbed a chair and sat down. “Pussycat, come here,” I commanded, “across my lap, now!”

Terri stood, and sassed, “Oh, you want me to sit your lap again, so you can press that cock of yours against my butt-cheeks, Bobby?” She turned and flipped up her skirt, giving me a peek at her full, muscular, perfectly round ass.

“No, Kitten. We are going to play a game. You are going to lie down across my lap. And you are going to get to whine about whatever you want. But for each thing you whine about, I will spank your ass a number of times.”

“You can’t do that, Bobby,” Terri sniped.

“I can and I will, and I will consider that your first whine. You want to be your Mother’s Mistress, well, then you need to learn what it means to be a good little submissive. Get your belly over my lap now, you dirty little slut, before I walk out of this room and decide that your training isn’t going to be worth the effort. I didn’t want to take you on as one of my Kittens. Mistress Sunny talked me into this, saying you were so cute, and you really wanted to learn, that really needed training. That’s why you are wearing that collar. Because you are a submissive slut, and you need training.”

She walked slowly toward me, covering her breasts with one arm. She said, “Yes, Bobby.”

“No,” I said firmly, “you are about to be disciplined, Pussycat. You say, “Yes, Sir; yes, Master; or yes, Daddy!”

She looked scared. She looked in my eyes. She looked at her own bra and shirt on the table. She looked at the door. Finally, she said, “Yes, Daddy.” And she laid herself over my lap.

“Pull off your panties, Slut!”

Terri didn’t hesitate. She immediately said, “Yes, Daddy,” and reached under her skirt to pull her panties off.

“You obeyed right away, Kitten. Is that because you got your pussy worked up, and you think I’m going to give it some attention now?”

“I was hoping, Sir.”

“Lift up your skirt, show me your ass!” She did. “You have the finest ass I’ve ever fucking seen, Kitten. It is big and round and firm. I could bounce quarters off your ass! I’m going to enjoy spanking you now. And one day soon, I’m going to enjoy spreading your ass cheeks and drilling my cock into your backdoor. I know you’re a virgin now, Terri. But you know what I’m talking about.”

“Thank you, Bobby. I’m very proud that you like my ass so much.”

I spanked her ass, hard. “That was for calling me, Bobby.” I waited a second. “When getting a spanking, you should say, ‘Thank you, Sir, or Daddy or Master.’ Then if I’ve told you, you are getting spanked five or ten or twenty-five times, you will also be expected to keep count.”

She said, “Thank you, Daddy. That was one. How many spankings am I getting?”

I spanked her again, harder on her other butt cheek. “That was for being slow to obey.”

“Thank you, Daddy. That çankaya escort was two.”

My hand came down on her upper thighs, right at the crease between leg and butt. “That was for being a little bitch to Sophie when she’s trying to help you.”

“She was a bitch to me first,” Terri whined.

I spanked her two more times hard. “Ow! I’m sorry, Sir. Thank you, Daddy. I think we are up to five now. And I was the one being the bitch.”

I started to gently rub my hand over where I had spanked her. I could feel the warmth coming off her ass. If you gently rub, it short circuits the pain messages getting sent from the area, and is quite pleasing, comforting, and can be very arousing. “Spread your legs, Kitten. Wider.” My hand traveled down her thigh and back up her inner thigh to brush lightly over her pussy. Terri moaned and whimpered a bit. Just the tips of my fingers grazed her pussy lips. “All right, now we are going to start our game. You whine, and then get what is coming to you. Start now.”

“Yes, Daddy. I don’t like the bras Sophie brought in. They look too much like my Mom’s. And I love my Mom and think she is hot as Hell. But I don’t want to look like her.” Terri steeled herself for another swat. Instead, two fingers plunged into her wet cunt. “Fuck, Daddy! Yes! But, I thought I was going to get spanked.”

I twisted my fingers inside her, curving them down to put pressure on her G-spot. “Are you disappointed, Kitten?”

“No, Daddy. Oh, fuuuck, what are you doing? I’m not, fuuuhhck, disappointed. I just don’t fucking understand.”

“I agree with you. Those bras aren’t right for you, Pussycat. You want something more young and hip, more punk, something with more style and edge.”

“Exactly, that’s what I thought!”

“Did you tell Sophia that?”

Terri looked puzzled. “No.”

I quickly withdrew my fingers and slapped her butt-cheeks again twice.

“Holy fu-I’m sorry, Sir. Thank you, Daddy. I’ve lost count, Sir.”

“Sophie can’t help you find what you want if you just bitch at her about what you don’t like. You’ve got to tell her what you do want. By the way, she thinks you have a smoking hot, tight body.”

“She didn’t tell you that.”

“She said you have a body…let me think…out of a Lesbian Pornographer’s Wet Dreams.”

“Do you think she’s Lesbian?”

“Yeah. Mostly,” I said. “So what else has you feeling bitchy?”

“I don’t want to be left alone.”

I caressed Terri’s ass. “I can’t be with you all the time, Kitten.”

“Mmm. No, Sir. I mean, you’ve got Sondra. I get that she’s special. And your Dad has your Mom. And my Mom is going out with that foot-guy, Dennis.”

“Let’s just call him Dennis, or Bookstore Dennis, so we don’t accidentally slip up when we meet him.”

“Are there guys that really get off on touching feet?”

“Yep. It not that weird. Really. It’s just another sexy part of you. If a guy thinks your feet are sexy, just say, thank you. By the way, I think your feet are very sexy. Don’t tell her I said this, but your feet are even sexier than your Mom’s.”

Terri looked up at me. She kicked off her shoes and wiggled her toes in her argyle socks. “Do you want to jack off onto my feet, like Mistress Sunny was talking about?”

“I would love to cum on lots of parts of your body, Pussycat. Your feet aren’t at the top of my list, but they aren’t at the bottom either. We will get there eventually.”

Terri kicked off her shoes, raised her feet in her black, knee-high, socks, and wiggled her toes. “Anyway, everybody has somebody tonight, and I’m like the one left out.”

I gently patted Terri’s butt. “Stand up, Kitten.” I looked at her up and down, five feet of teen, punk, sex goddess. Blue hair, shaved on one side. Pierced nipples. And an incredible hourglass figure with giant breasts, tiny waist, and a full hips. Terri’s body was built like a thrill ride. “Goddamn, woman! You are stacked and packed in ways that just make my mouth water. Come sit on my lap for real.”

Terri lifted up the front of her skirt, and straddled the chair facing me. She lowered herself, until her bare pussy was grinding on my cock through my pants. She gave me an innocent pout, and said, “Like this, Daddy? I bet I could rub one out like this, maybe for the both of us. Oh, is that hard cock in your pants for me? Did I do that, Sir?”

It was so wanton, and innocent at the same time. I grabbed her hips and guided her dry humping of me. Well, for me it was dry. Terri was putting a wet spot on the front of my slacks. “Oh Terri-Kitten,” I groaned, “you are so fucking sexy.”

Terri kissed me, “Not fucking sexy yet, Daddy. I’m still a tight, little virgin! Do you want to fuck me right now? I’m on the Pill. And you don’t have to wear a condom. You don’t have any diseases. I trust you. You can just unzip your pants, right now, and slip your cock up inside me! I’m ready, Daddy.”

I kissed Terri, and my tongue entered her mouth. But then, I lifted her off my escort çankaya lap, and stood up. “Pussycat, you make my teeth ache with the desire to fuck you. But, everyone gets tested for STDs tomorrow. And I’m going to have you the night of your school semi-formal dance. How many days away is that?”

“Twelve days. But I’m so horny now, Bobby,” she caught herself, “I mean, Daddy! You don’t have to spank me.” Terri covered her ass cheeks with her hands.

“We have a job to do: find you some bras and panties today, so you can start work here tomorrow. Look, do you want to stay and have dinner with me, Sondra and Sophie? There has been talk of naked Reindeer Games happening after dinner.”

“Is Sophie your Slut now too now, Daddy?”

“No. But she was feeling left out and horny, just like you. And I think you two might get along.”

“Can I tie her up, and force her to eat my cunt?”

“Why don’t you suggest a back-rub first, followed by a make-out session, and then maybe some mutual pussy appreciation?”

“You said, she likes me? Like, she really thinks I’m sexy? Like in a Lesbian way?”

“Yes. And she’s cute too! And she’s an older woman. You like older women. Your mom is an older woman,” I reminded Terri.

“So is yours,” Terri said.

“Yes. But I have a thing for younger women too.” I kissed Terri. “I’m going to tell Sophie what you want, and then check up on my Dad and Sondra. When Sophie gets back in here, be nice to her, please. I think she has a crush on you. And she is the one buying dinner.”

Terri giggled. “OK, Daddy. I will behave.”

I left the dressing room, and found Sophie out in the shop. She was folding merchandise and arranging it on a table. I was feeling bold. So I hugged Sophie from behind. “I’ve got good news,” I said.

Sophie commented, “Wow! Somebody’s happy to see me!” I realized that she could feel my erection pressed against her butt-cheek. I blushed. She was smiling. She looked down and then reached and touched the wet spot on my pants, feeling my cock in the process. “Looks like somebody was getting a lap-dance from a horny, little High School Girl!”

“Uh, yeah. Sorta. Sorry.” I was really blushing now.

“You are really cute when you’re embarrassed,” Sophie gave my bulge one more squeeze, and then went back to folding camisoles like nothing happened. “You said, there was good news?”

“Oh, yeah. Can Terri join us for dinner? There will be Reindeer Games! I promise. And you can pick whether you want to start with Terri or Sondra,” I offered.

Sophie said, “That is good news. But, I might want to start with you, Bobby!” She flirting with me! It was the first time she had called me, “Bobby.” She asked, “What about the bra diva? What was her problem?”

“The bras you brought her were nice. But they were too much like the bras her mother bought here, yesterday. She doesn’t want to look like her Mom. Bring her something edgy, punk, bold, funny or sassy. The brasher the better.”

“That’s not very subtle.”

“We are talking about a girl with pierced nipples, blue hair, with a Mohawk on one side.”

Sophie chuckled. “Yeah, OK, I was bringing her the wrong kinds of bras. I think I know what she wants now.”

“Did I mention that Terri is a virgin? And her pubic hair is blue too? Oh, and her clit is pierced, just like her nipples.”

“And you still think Terri is a virgin?” Sophie grinned and shook her head.

“I didn’t say she was innocent, just virginal.”

“Give me fifteen minutes. And then your High School Virgin will be ready for a fashion show,” Sophie said.

I went back to Sondra’s office. When I had left, my father had seemed very confused and despondent about his future, especially concerning his alternate, female personality, Jillian. I opened the door quietly. I didn’t want to disturb Sondra and Dad if she was trying to comfort him, or if they were sharing a tender moment.

They were sharing all right. But the moment wasn’t tender. Dad had his shoes, pants underwear and jacket off. He was standing in his socks, shirt and vest, with his feet spread. Kneeling between his legs was my girlfriend, Sondra! Her sweatshirt was missing, so she was topless, but still wearing her yoga pants and cross-trainer athletic shoes. She was sucking my Dad’s cock like a woman possessed. One hand gripped the base of his shaft. The other was pulling on his balls.

My Dad had fistfuls of Sondra’s hair in his hands, and he was brutally fucking her mouth. Dad was shouting, “That’s right, you Vixen Bitch! Suck that monster cock. Take it! Take all of it. Back into your fucking throat! I’m going to empty my balls right into your fucking belly, you Vixen Slut.”

“Wow.” The word just slipped out of my mouth. The scene in front of me both excited and shocked me.

My Dad turned to me and said, “Don’t just stand there like an idiot with your mouth open, Bobby. Close the fucking door and get in here. I’ve been holding off from cumming until you got back, çankaya escort bayan and I can’t hold back much longer. Kneel on the floor behind me, Bobby. You’ve got an amazing vixen whore here, Son! I’m so damned proud of you. She’s such a good cock-sucking slut! I hope we get to double team her later. You can have her pussy. I’m in love with this mouth on my cock! Fuck! So good. That’s right, Bobby. On your knees, Son.” Like a man in a dream, I knelt behind my father. I had never seen him so Dominant and commanding. “Good boy. Now lick Foxxy’s dark hole, Son. Yes. Fucking spread my cheeks and tongue me where y are going to fuck me later. Fuck. Yes! Get ready whore. Feel my balls tighten. I’m about to cum! Tongue my ass, Bobby. Tongue fuck me. Eat me like you mean it!”

I felt Sondra’s hand come down and caress my package through my pants. I’m sure she felt the wet stain that Terri had left there too. I didn’t care. I was spreading my Dad’s ass cheeks, try to stab my tongue past his sphincter.

My father bellowed, “That’s it! That’s right! Oh fuck. I’m fucking coming. Drink it like a good slut. Yessss! Wait! Pull off, Slut, let me turn around!” Sondra backed off my father’s cock. Dad was holding his cock, pinching it at the base. Dad turned and put his cock right in my face. “Open up, Son. Suck my cock! I want to finish in your fucking mouth!”

I didn’t know what to do. I was supposed to be the Master, the Dominant! Dad was supposed to suck and clean MY cock! My girlfriend was looking right at me with eyes of love, lust, and anticipation. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes. Dad shoved his cock in my mouth, and I choked for a second. Then Dad pulled back so the head of his thin, uncircumcised cock was on the flat of my tongue, and he released his cock at the base. Dad’s cock spasmed again. Two or three small spurts of jism squirted into my mouth.

My dad lost his balance and had to brace himself on the desk. “So good. So fucking good. Welcome to the family, Sondra. That was wonderful. Bobby, thank you for tonguing your old man’s asshole and letting me finish in my son’s mouth. That was so beautiful and nasty.”

Sondra was smiling and panting. Her nipples stood up at least a half inch from her A cup breasts. I leaned forward and kissed her. I had saved some of Red’s jism in my mouth to “snowball,” to pass to Sondra in the kiss. It was a fetish of mine. Our lips met, and our mouths opened to each other’s passion. And I found Sondra’s kiss to be at least as sloppy as mine. She had done the same thing! Sondra swallowed, giggled and smiled. “You kinky bastard!! I guess great minds think alike.”

I leaned in toward her and whispered, “What the heck just happened?”

Sondra gave me a sly grin, and shrugged. She whispered, “I don’t know. But I want more.” Then in a full voice, “That was amazing, Foxxy-Sir. I’m going to love being one of your vixens.” Sondra stood and kissed my Dad’s lips. My Dad seemed cheerful and powerful. His whole demeanor had changed.

I was still on my knees in front of him. “Red, what got into you?”

“I’m sorry, Bobby. I decided to Red-card your plan to punish your mother. It’s a bad plan, so I changed it. Suddenly, I felt like celebrating. Thank you, Sondra. You are a delight in every way.”

“Red. You can’t just change my plans.” I stood up, confused by the situation. “Mom disobeyed her Master, she needs to be punished, broken, and trained.”

“Bobby,” Dad began, “Sondra is more important than any of that. She’s your future. She’s amazing.”

Sondra quickly kissed my Dad’s lips. I realized I was jealous. “Thank you, Foxxy. You are too,” she said. She grabbed the cut-off sweatshirt she had been wearing and put it on. “I need to quick get changed, and pack. I can’t wait!” She grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me forward, quickly kissing me before running out the door.

“Dad, what the hell is going on?”

“I’m sorry, Bobby. Sondra and I got carried away. She is so sexy and eager. She showed me that I didn’t have to let you make such a huge mistake.”

“Dad, I have to punish and train Mom. I’m her Master.”

“Yes, you are, Bobby. And you’re still my Master too. But you love Sondra.”

“Yeah. I’ve only known her a day, but I feel like my whole life is starting with her. She’s going to live with me, once the house is built.”

“Does she know that yet?”

“No. But I’m her Master now.”

“Bobby, that Master stuff is just a game. The love is real. She’ll say, yes. But she will resent you assuming her answer, or commanding her to take such a big step.” Dad finished putting on his underwear and pants.

“OK, I can see that. But you just can’t change your Master’s plans.”

Dad laughed and shook his head. “Just watch me, Master,” he simply said. “You were going to introduce your mother to your girlfriend by shunning Marjorie and cutting her off from sex. Why? Because she seduced her best friend and made her our beautiful submissive slut! Bobby, your mother would resent you for years, and she might hate Sondra if you pulled a stunt like that.”

“So what do you suggest?”

“We’re going to celebrate! We’ll get a bottle of champagne. We are going to introduce Sondra and Marjorie. Then, we can go out to dinner and later fuck. Or maybe we will skip dinner and just all fuck.”

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========== MONDAY ==========

It was one of those lazy Monday mornings, the ones where the weekend still lingers, and you just want to lie in bed, and pretend you don’t have to get up. It was already 9am, and my husband, Pete, laid next to me. Both of us were out of breath, and his hand idly played with my still sensitive nipples. Every touch re-ignited the embers of a just-passed orgasm, and his cum slowly dribbled out of my pussy.

“I think we have to get up,” Pete announced reluctantly.

“Really?” I whined. “Come on, let’s go again!”

Pete leaned over, and kissed me. It was wonderful, and I could taste my own juices mixed with salty sweat on his lips.

“Sorry, Carrot. I’m already late for work, and I do have a plane to catch.”

I let out a long, drawn out, terribly exaggerated sigh, and watched him get up. Carrot was not my real name, of course (that was Holly), but the nickname Pete had given me because of my red hair. It wasn’t red like a carrot, either, it was auburn, but the name had stuck anyways.

Listening to the prattle of the shower in the adjacent bathroom was soothing, and made me sleepy again. Pete may have had to leave on a business trip for almost an entire damn week, but I didn’t. I could just keep lying there, in the warm, cozy bed, and snuggle up with my blanket. I might as well get some practice in, since that would be my only partner until Thursday night.

Pete woke me up with a kiss on the cheek, and I remember him smelling fresh, and clean.

“I really gotta go,” he whispered. “I’ll call you when I land, ok? Don’t forget to pick up Neil’s present.”

“Yes, honey,” I murmured, before falling back asleep.

I woke up again at noon, feeling incredibly rested, satisfied, and finally ready to start the week without my husband. I left the comforts of my very warm bed to shower (which I definitely needed), and eat breakfast. Well, it was more of a lunch, really.

At one, I drove to the mall, where I picked up Neil’s birthday cake. It wasn’t anything special, just normal sponge cake with candles, frosting, and the words “Happy 19th Birthday, Neil!” I was never a big fan of them, and neither was Neil, but Pete insisted that it was tradition, and his son should definitely have a cake on his birthday. Funny, how the only person who thought it was important was the only person not there.

With the cake safely secured with seatbelts in the passenger’s seat, I drove to the post office. Pete and I had ordered a brand new, top of the line laptop for Neil, to use at college the next year. To be honest, we’ve had our doubts about whether or not he’d get into a college, but his grades had really picked up in the recent months. We had ordered it online, and it was supposed to have arrived last Friday, but for some reason it never did. Instead, we got a card telling us to pick up the parcel on the next business day, at the post office.

The old man at the counter frowned after I slipped him the card, and informed me that my package had never actually left California. He apologized, said there was nothing he could do, and told me I should come back in three to five days. No amount of pleading, or telling him it was my son’s birthday present seemed to change anything, and five minutes later, I was on the way back home, annoyed.

We had some other presents (mostly clothes, and sweets), as well as a package from my sister, but I had really wanted him to see his new laptop on his actual birthday. I definitely wanted him to get at least something that wasn’t just sugar and clothes. After arriving back home, I had about two hours before he came home from school. Not enough time to really make something special, and I didn’t want to just buy a second gift. After all, he would still get the laptop, it would just be a few days late.

While cleaning the dishes from that morning, and setting up the kitchen table with cake, an idea popped into my head. It was really cheesy, and maybe even cringey, but goddamn, I was his mother, and it was my duty to embarrass him every once in awhile.

I sat down at the computer, and started typing. “I, Holly Hill, present the wonderful Neil Hill a one time use coupon redeemable for: ” Actually, I got the idea from Neil himself. Back, when he was eight years old, and it had been my twenty-sixth birthday, he had given me a whole stack of similar coupons, for cleaning his room, brushing his teeth, and similar things. All things that he was supposed to do already, actually, but it was sweet nonetheless.

I copy-pasted the sentence a bunch of times, leaving enough space to write something in between, and printed out a sheet. After cutting them up, I thought about what to write on them. For the first one, I put “a hug.” For the second one, too. And the third. At the bottom of each of them, I signed my name, making it “official.” I also wrote one for a “nice meal out,” and a “leave me alone for the evening” one. That one would probably get used pretty quickly.

Of course, I also wrote some more serious ones, like a coupon for a one time, no-questions-asked pickup in the middle of the night. I knew that he and his friends çankaya escort had gotten drunk at least once, because I found the empty bottle in a bush in our backyard, and I didn’t think telling him not to get drunk would accomplish anything. It was far better to make sure that he knew he could always turn to me for help if he needed it.

After writing another few coupons, I put them all in a stack, and stuffed them into his birthday card. I finished just in time, too, because only ten minutes later, the front door opened, and Neil walked in. I hurriedly lit the candles, before meeting him. Turns out he did not actually look any older than he did the day before. I had to rack my brains for older memories to really see the difference.

Neil took after his father on the outside. He had the same short, black hair, and brown eyes. He didn’t play any sports, and ate a lot of junk food, but managed to somehow look fit. By now, he had actually outgrown me by at least a foot, and was even slightly taller than Pete. It seemed like just yesterday, when I was still able to pick him up, and carry him around.

“Happy birthday, Neil!” I greeted him, and hugged him before he even dropped his backpack to the floor. He didn’t even need a coupon for that one, what a lucky boy!

“Thanks, Mom.”

“Are you hungry?” I inquired, letting go of him.

“A little.”

“Well, I got cake,” I announced grandly.

“Oh, wonderful,” he said, trying hard to actually sound excited.

“You have to eat at least one slice, for Dad.”

Neil sighed. “Let’s get it over with, then.”

I got out my cellphone, and took many pictures of Neil blowing out the candles, cutting the cake, and eating a slice. I picked out the best one, with him looking in the camera (and smiling) in front of the cake, and sent it to Pete.

“So, is it time for presents?” asked Neil, with a grin, looking at the too-small pile of wrapped objects.

“Well… yes, and no,” I answered, cryptically.

“What does that mean?” he asked, confused.

I figured I should lead with the bad news, and get it out of the way. “You won’t be getting your real present today, because—”

“What!” he yelled, but I knew he wasn’t really angry.

“Because the package didn’t arrive in time,” I finished.

“How dare you! I demand presents at once,” he playfully commanded, and I laughed.

“Ease up there, tiger. I put in a substitute.”

“A substitute for what?” he inquired, raising one of his eyebrows.

“We got you…” I banged my fingers on the edge of the table in a drumroll, “…a new laptop.”

“Ooh!” Neil’s eyes lit up with excitement.

“But like I said, it’s not here yet. They messed up the delivery.”

“That’s okay. Thanks, Mom!”

Neil leaned over, and gave me another coupon-less hug.

“There’s also some small stuff, and something from Aunt Megs.”

“Cool,” he exclaimed, and immediately set upon the package from my sister.

I was actually curious to find out what was inside, myself. Neil tore open the wrapper, and inside was a small, brown cardboard box, wrapped with twine. He fumbled for half a minute with the knot, before giving up.

“Mom, some help?”

I got up, and pulled a steak knife out of the drawer. The twine was wrapped tightly around it, and I had to push the blade sideways underneath it. With one smooth motion, I pulled the knife up, and felt a sharp sting on my thumb, as the knife handle slipped out of my grip.

“Fuck!” I yelled, and dropped the knife.

A large drop of blood formed at the tip of my thumb, and I quickly grabbed a paper towel. The cut didn’t appear to be too deep, but it stung like a motherfucker.

“You ok, Mom?” asked Neil concerned. He had picked up the knife, inspected the blade, and then used it to slice open the package.

“Yeah, it’s not bad. Just hurts a lot. Be right back.” I replied, and went into the adjacent bathroom, to look for bandaids.

Unfortunately, the box was empty, and no one had bothered to replace it, or tell me. With a sigh, I returned to the table. Neil had apparently finished with Megs’ present, and moved on to the pile of clothes. I tried looking around for what was in the box, but couldn’t see anything.

“What did you get?” I asked.

“Oh, just some stuff,” he dodged the question.

If it hadn’t been his birthday, I would have immediately investigated it, but I did not want to be that kind of mother. I sat back down, and stuck my thumb in my mouth, sucking the wound in lieu of a bandage. Neil unwrapped a sweatshirt, four pairs of socks (his somehow managed to always get holes), and a t-shirt from his favorite band, “Blargh.” I had to give him credit for looking happy despite such meager offerings. Unless Megs’ mystery present was the reason for his happiness.

“Thanks, Mom!”

“Still one more thing left,” I said, nodding at the card.

I almost considered telling him not to open it, and let me take out the cheesy coupons before he opened it, since he seemed to be pretty happy with his other presents, but before I could act, he had already escort çankaya picked up the envelope. He opened the card, with a cartoon cat shrugging, and saying, “Happy 19th birthday, I guess. It’s not 18, it’s not 21, why even bother?” Pete had found it hilarious.

“What’s this?” Neil asked, as the small stack of coupons tumbled out onto the table.

“That’s the substitute I mentioned earlier,” I explained. “I didn’t want you to be completely without presents, so I made you something to tide you over, until the laptop gets here.”

Neil looked at the topmost coupon, one for a free hug, and rolled his eyes. “Gee, thanks, Mom.”

“Hey, I remember a certain someone making me a very similar present many years ago,” I teased him.

“Sorry. Thanks, Mom. A free hug, really? And another one? Are all of these hugs?” he asked, glaring at me.

“No,” I giggled.

“Hey, this one could be pretty useful. And this one, too. Oh, what’s this?” the last two coupons had gotten stuck to each other, and he carefully separated them. Apparently I had forgotten one of them, and it was still blank.

“Oh, sorry,” I said, and reached out to grab it. I already had it in my hand, but he wouldn’t let go.

“No, I want to keep it,” he announced, and pulled it out of my hand.

“Why?”

“It’s a blank coupon, duh. I can just write something in it, and you’ll have to do it. Look, you even signed it in blood,” he explained. At the bottom of the slip of paper was indeed a small, red, partial thumbprint. I stuck my thumb back in my mouth, and rolled my eyes at him. Whatever. He might as well have his fun.

“So now what?” I asked.

“I’m redeeming one of these right now,” he said, and handed me a free hug coupon.

In grand fashion, I accepted the slip of paper, and tore it in two. “There. That means it’s been used.” And then gave him a big, fierce hug. “I love you, Neil.”

“Thanks, Mom. I love you, too.”

“You want something more to eat before the party?” I inquired.

He had made his own plans for a birthday party with his friend Zach. When he turned eighteen, he decided that he was too old to still celebrate his birthday with his own parents, and went off to do this own thing. That suited us perfectly fine, actually. Far less work, and I didn’t have to try to play the host for his friends.

“Nope. I’m actually about to head out.”

“Ok… well, in that case, have fun. Try to make it back home before midnight, ok?”

“Don’t worry, Mom, I’ll be fine,” he grinned at me.

“That’s not a yes, or a no,” I observed.

“Very astute,” he shot back, and was already halfway out of the door, before I could scowl at him.

That left me all by myself. I ate a slice of the cake, and put the rest in the fridge. The wrappings from Megs’ gift were lying on the floor, and I tossed them in the trash. There wasn’t a trace of what she had sent, though. Had he taken it with him? If he did, I didn’t see it. The only thing left were the clothes. I folded the sweater and t-shirt back up, and deposited them in front of his room.

After that, the day was all mine. Cleaning, watching TV, wondering what Neil was doing, grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning again, talking to Pete on the phone, and telling him about my coupons (he loved the idea), and finally going to bed. I stayed up later than usual, curled up in my warm blanket, reading a book, when I heard Neil return. Five minutes to midnight. I was proud of him.

========== TUESDAY ==========

The alarm rang at 7:00am, and I forced myself to get up, made slightly easier by the fact that there wasn’t a warm body next to me. I knocked loudly on Neil’s door, until I heard him yell, “I’m awake,” and then went down into the kitchen, to make some coffee, and toast.

Half an hour later, he came bounding down the stairs, freshly showered, and wearing his new t-shirt.

“Good morning. How does it feel, being nineteen?” I asked.

Neil rolled his eyes at me. “Feels exactly the same as before. Toast?”

I handed him a plate, and he grabbed the still warm slices of bread out of the toaster. He smeared some peanut butter on them, and wolfed them down, while I sat there, sipping my coffee. It happened so quickly, but he really had grown up a lot over the last year.

When he turned eighteen, he still had a youthful, soft face, but now he shaved every day, and his face seemed… sharper. More adult. He hadn’t inherited that from his father, that’s for sure. Pete had an eternal youthful charm about him, with smiles that came easy and naturally. Neil would definitely break a lot of girls’ hearts, some day. Or guys’. As far as I was aware, he had never actually dated anyone yet, and I liked to believe that he would tell me about something like that.

“Bye, Mom,” Neil announced, and got up.

“Have fun at school.”

At the kitchen door, he stopped, and placed a piece of paper on the counter. “By the way, I’m redeeming another coupon,” he announced, turned around, and walked out of the front door.

Curious, I got up, and picked up the piece of paper. It was the blank one, çankaya escort bayan the one with my little blood thumbprint on it. Except, it wasn’t blank anymore. It now read: “I, Holly Hill, present the wonderful Neil Hill a one time use coupon redeemable for: Being my son’s whore. To be under his complete control, and obey every one of his commands, no matter how filthy or degrading, until my husband comes back.”

I had to read it three times before the words finally made sense in my head. I couldn’t believe what I was reading. What the fuck. His whore? I read the paper again, just to make sure what I saw was real. It was.

I ran to the front door, opened it, and looked around. Neil was nowhere in sight. I almost tore up the coupon, but decided not to, so I could confront him with it, the second he got home.

The more minutes that passed, the angrier I got. What the fuck kind of idiotic idea had gotten into him, that he would actually write that out? By noon, I had worked myself into almost a frenzy, stalking around the house, unable to think straight. By the afternoon, my anger had faded a little bit, but I was still fuming.

I couldn’t believe that just last night, I had been so proud of him. The thought tasted bitter in my mouth.

Around two, I sat at the kitchen table, tapping my finger on the wooden surface. Doing that caused the cut in my thumb to sting, reminding me of that damn coupon again.

A key was inserted into the front door, and it opened. Neil walked inside, and I shot up. He dropped his backpack on the floor, and I stood behind him, hands curled into fists, trying my utmost to not start screaming.

“What. Is. The. Deal. With. This,” I demanded, waving the little piece of paper in front of his eyes.

“Hi, Mom,” he said nonchalantly.

“Neil. Pete. Hill. You. Answer. Me. This. God. Damn. Second.”

“I think it’s pretty self explanatory,” he shot back, grinning.

I glanced down at the piece of paper, just to make sure that it actually still read the same thing. Why was he being so damn calm? There the words were: My son’s whore.

“How dare you write something like that about your mother. Why would you do that?” I hissed.

“Because you gave me a blank coupon, and that’s exactly what I wanted,” he explained, as if talking to a child.

“I certainly did not give you permission to write something like… this!”

“Yes, you did. You even signed it in your own blood, see?”

“I—” The words got stuck in my throat. What the hell was happening?

“It’s simple, Mom. You’ve always said that you should never sign something you haven’t read, and you also taught me that you should always honor your word. So, either you honor this coupon, signed with your own fingerprint, or you declare right here and now that you have been a terrible mother, who has lied to her own son, and everything you have ever taught me is wrong. What is it, Mom? Are you going to be my whore, or are you going to be a liar?”

That decision was really easy. Everybody lied sometimes, it’s just part of life. Even mothers lie to their children. I just had to tell him that things aren’t so black and white, and then he could apologize for the filthy thing he wrote.

Except, I couldn’t bring myself to say it. What was wrong with me? Out of frustration, I tore the coupon apart, and dropped the pieces on the floor.

“I knew you’d choose the right thing,” said my son with a huge grin on his face.

“What? No, I—”

Before I could protest, Neil reached out, and put one of his hands on my breast. His hand was big enough to wrap around my C cups, and he gave it a good squeeze. Having my own son touch me like that felt incredibly inappropriate, and for just a moment I was at a complete loss for words. I should have slapped his hand away, but by the time my body responded, he had already withdrawn his hand.

“Wow, I always wanted to do that. It’s way better than I thought,” he commented.

“What in the hell are you doing? I am your mother!” I protested, finding my voice.

“Hmm, you were my mother a couple of minutes ago, but I just redeemed the coupon, remember? That means you’re now my whore,” he told me, looking me straight into the eyes. There was no fear, or remorse in them. No, there was only ice cold certainty.

“I most certainly am not.”

“That’s not what the coupon says,” he argued.

“Fuck the coupon.”

Neil picked up the two pieces of the torn paper off the ground, and considered them. “I’ll think I’ll keep these around as a memory for all the fun times we’re going to have.”

“Are you insane?”

“No, Mom, I’m not. I know how boring Dad is—”

“He is not boring!” I protested. Alright, so he’s not exactly exciting either, but I loved him, and that’s what mattered.

“Yes he is, and we both know it.” Neil stepped closer to me, and leaned in close. His hand landed on my other breast this time. He started gently kneading it, and whispered in my ear. “You and I are going to have a lot of fun, my little slut. We’ll start of nice and slow, but rest assured, it’s going to get wild. You’re going to be on your knees, begging me to do things to you that you’ve never even dream about. You’re going to finally be able to completely let go of all of your morality, and just be the slut you’ve always wanted to be.” He ended by pinching my nipple through the bra, and let go of me as I yelped in surprise.

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Magic Ch. 04

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Magic part 4; “A Touch of Magic”

The suspense of actually meeting you is driving me crazy with desire. Oh god, the thought of your hands, fingers and lips wrapped around my nipples had had them remain hard most of the day. My pussy is yearning to have your cock thrust deep inside it and my panties were so wet I had to change them three times. The accumulation of the emails and the talk about our stranger-to-stranger encounter has electrified my whole body.

I see this image of you knocking on my door, pulling me into your arms. We kiss as your fingers caress every inch of me. We soon become a frenzy of discarded clothing and end up on the bed.

Later that day I see you online. We chat and I type, “Are we still meeting Sunday?”

You type back, “I do not know, according to your email you need a down to earth fucking now! How about me coming over tonight instead?”

I have begged him for so long to meet me and cannot believe what he just typed. Here he is in a hurry to come over meet me. With trembling finger’s I type, “Cum on over and get it! Oh Magic, I cannot wait to wrap my lips around your cock as you watch me! Oh fuck my clit is throbbing!”

You type, “Sounds like someone is more the ready and horny like me! Good-bye! I will Cya in an hour baby!”

I set up some candles to give the evening an alluring atmosphere. I then take a shower looking at the clock constantly. Oh fuck why does the hour seem to go slower than molasses when you’re anticipating some hot fucking? I put on my lavender nightie and dab my favorite perfume in the right places. I sit on the bed a wringing my hands and wondering if I am doing the çankaya escort right thing.

I tell myself, “Go for it baby, too late to turn back now and you, my dear, need a fucking!”

A knock at the door startles me. I quickly light the candle in the bedroom and dim the lights in the living room. As I walk toward the front door, I hear the sounds of my hot wet pussy! Egads!

I swallow hard then peek to see who is at the door. I slowly open it and utter, “Come in Magic!”

My mind is screaming, “Oh-my-god he is gorgeous, better looking then his picture!”

I close the door and lock it then kiss you softly and say, “Hello.”

You pull me into his arms and we kiss as your fingers find my hard nipples and caress them. You utter, “You’re trembling honey, you are horny?”

I return your kiss, run my hand down the small of his back, and feel his hot breath on my neck. I feel his cock against me and whisper, “Looks like I am not the only one horny.”

We kiss and caress for a while then I lead you to the bedroom. The candlelight adds just the right touch to our fantasy. I pull you close and say, “Let’s get comfortable and have some fun.”

I remove my gown and your fingers go to my hardened nipples making me quiver more. As you pull your shirt off, I say, “You cannot have fun with these pants on.” Then I unzip them and shove them and your shorts to your knees. I wrap my lips around your cock. I stop sucking long enough to tell you that your cock tastes so good and mumble, “Oooooh yummy!”

You run your fingers through my hair and thrust your cock deeper into my mouth and shout, escort çankaya “Oh, suck my cock! I want to feel your lips all the way down to the base of my shaft. Ooooh fuck, that’s it, play with my balls too!”

I suck you deep and hard and fondle your heavy cum filled balls. I stop long enough to say, Ooooh I love sucking your cock.”

You fuck my mouth and tremble saying, “Oh yes, suck me harder! Ok enough for now. You said in your email that you wanted to straddle me and ride me. But first I want to play with your cunt and tits and make you cum! I lay back and your fingers find my wanting pussy and you yell, “Oh baby you are drenched!”

As you rub my clit, you lean down, suck my nipple into your mouth, and bite it. You suck and bite them as your fingers worked their magic on my cunt. Soon all of your fingers are in my cunt and I am cuming continuously.

I grab your arm and yell, “Oh fuck, are you ready? I told you I was going to drown you when I cum! “

You keep on fucking as my sweet nectar covers your hand and the bed. You then ask, “Are you ready to ride my cock like you said in your last email?”

I kiss you and say, “Time to ride baby!”

You put on a condom and lay flat on the bed. I straddle you and guide your cock into me. I slam my pussy down on you hard, repeatedly. You take my breast in your hands and suck and bite my nipples as you fuck me.

As my arousal heightens your pace increases. My cunt milks your cock hard and I lean back so your cock goes as deep as it can.

I lean back and utter, “Yes,” and started cumming again.

You say, “Oh god, ride me, yesssss!” çankaya escort bayan

We ride long and hard for what seems like an hour. All the sudden you stop and say, “Suck your juices off my cock!”

I suck you with the condom still on. You touch my head and said, “Stop, or I will cum to soon! I want to fuck your cunt some more, lay back.”

I lay back and spread my legs. You guide your cock into me once more and fuck me like a wild animal in heat! Your reach down and rub my clit hard and start talking dirty.

Saying, “Do you like the way I fuck your hot cunt? I like to ram it hard into your hole. Baby, I am going to rub your clit! Oh fuck my cock and cover it with your cum!”

We fuck in a wild frenzy! I feel your cock-hitting bottom and wish we could fuck like this all night. You lean forward, kiss me and ask, “Do you want to swallow my cum?”

I utter, “Yes,” then remove your condom. I watch your glistening cock in the candle light as it slides in and out ready to empty its load down my throat.

You utter a guttural moan, “Oh fuck, I can tell you love to suck cock! Suck it baby harder make me cum!”

You scream, “I’m going to cum! Want me to cum in your mouth?”

I mumble, “Yes!” I suck you a few stroke then squeeze your balls. I swallow hard not wanting to miss a drop of your cum.

We lie back on the bed and catch our breath. You turn and kiss me softly and say, “Sorry love but I need have to work tomorrow and need to go home soon. I loved the fantasy. Will you awaken in the morning and think it was a dream?”

I kiss you passionately and whisper, “I know this is not a dream. My fantasy has become a reality.”

I put on my robe and walk you to the door. You turn and I move into your arms and we kiss one more time.

I look into your eyes and say, “Tell me your name stranger.”

You kiss my check and say I cannot, “Just remember me as “A touch of magic!”

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She stood in front of the mirror, checking yet again that she looked alright. She’d dressed for him, wearing a short black skirt a sheer top through which could be seen the pale blue basque. She also wore black stockings and heeled shoes.

She was excited yet nervous having never done this before. All her previous lovers she’d known ages but this guy she’d known barely a week, and having only chatted to him online, she knew she was taking a bit of a risk.

The doorbell rang; she took a deep breath to calm her nerves then walked through to answer it.

“Hello. Come in out of the rain,” she said as she moved aside.

“Hi,” he replied as he stepped inside.

She smiled at him. “Now you’re sure you’re not a homicidal maniac?”

He laughed and holding his arms out to his sides asked. “Would you like to check for concealed weapons?”

She ran her hands along his arms, then down his sides over his hips and legs. As she stood her hand lightly brushed his erection.

“Now that feels like a loaded weapon to me,” she said as she leant forward to kiss him on the lips. “Come on through.”

She led him through to the living room.

“This is a nice place,” he said as he sat on the settee. “And you look absolutely fabulous. Come here.”

She went and sat beside him. He brushed her hair back from her face and kissed her tenderly on the lips. She responded. He wound his fingers in her mass of curls and continued pendik escort to kiss her more passionately; his tongue exploring her mouth. She subconsciously followed his lead, her hand caressing the short cropped hair at the nape of his neck.

“You kiss well,” she whispered close to his ear.

“As do you,” he replied as he moved to kiss her neck.

He proceeded to unbutton her blouse. As he slipped it from her shoulders he kissed them. He then left a trail of kisses down and across the tops of her breasts.

She removed his T-shirt slowly running her hands up his sides as she did so.

“No vest? You’ll catch cold,” she murmured as her thumbs brushed across his nipples. He groaned unable to answer as she lowered her head and kissed each nipple in turn, gently sucking at them.

She sat back and undid his trousers. His erect prick straining at the material sprang out to greet her.

“And no underpants….. You hussy.”

She stroked his prick, it throbbed with her touch. She leant forward and licked the head, tasting his pre-come. She took the head into her mouth and ran her tongue all around and over it. Very slowly she took the full length into her mouth, and then just as slowly withdrew. Again she licked the head and slowly took his full length. As she withdrew she grazed her teeth gently along his length. It felt so good the sheer pleasure as she continued the slowness the depth.

“I can’t……..” He groaned escort pendik as she stepped up the pace and stroked the area of skin just behind his balls. That did it for him. “Oh fuuuck.”

He came in her mouth, she took it all, and then ran her tongue over his now sensitive prick before sitting up.

She smiled at him, her mouth closed, and lent forward to see what he’d do. He smiled at her realizing now why she hadn’t told him whether she swallowed….. It was all part of the game. He put his hand behind her head and pulled her towards him, kissing her deeply.

“Thank goodness for that,” he said and they both laughed. “Stand up.”

As she did so, he removed her skirt. He ran his hands up her stocking clad legs, over her buttocks and across her basque. He stood and walked around behind her, where he again stroked her buttocks. He stepped up encircling her with his arms, pulling her close, his still erect prick pushing at the cheeks of her ass. He kissed her neck again and she leaned back against him.

“Where’s your bedroom?” He asked

She led him through to it and sat on the bed. He gently pushed her back, leaning over her, he kissed her. He released her breasts from the basque caressing then kissing each one. He stroked the pubic hair around her pussy, before stroking the lips. She sighed.

He ran his fingers between her parted lips towards her already swollen clit, she was damp and inviting.

He so wanted pendik escort bayan his prick in her warm wet pussy but that could wait.

He lowered his head and slid his tongue the length of her pussy lips, she quivered. He parted her lips with his fingers, his tongue dipping into her depths. He tasted her sex and wanted more. He grabbed her buttocks and pulled her towards him as he greedily sucked at her. She squirmed against his mouth as he teased her clit with his tongue and inserted two fingers into her pussy. He continued sucking her clit but as she neared an orgasm, his fingers replaced his tongue on her clit and his tongue licked at her pussy waiting to taste her as she came.

“Wow” she sighed as he lay beside her on the bed. They lay for a while touching caressing and kissing.

She then rolled him onto his back and straddled him. She looked at him seriously “I’m sorry………. But I’ve just got to do this again.” She smiled wickedly. He attempted to stop her but she pinned his hands to the bed, kissed his mouth, neck and down to his nipples again. He sighed as she kissed and licked them. She released his hands, took hold of his prick and stroked it against her pussy.

She guided the head into her and held it there. As he tried to thrust she rose with him. She then very slowly lowered herself. Both of them savouring the feeling as his prick filled her pussy. She proceeded to fuck him, varying the long deep strokes with short fast ones.

As their excitement built he rolled her onto her back. With her legs over his shoulder he fucked her hard and fast.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck” she screamed as she came. With that he too came pumping her full.

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My back was killing me by two o’clock. At eighteen I’m in good shape but, Damn!

My sister has a lot of crap!

Some how it’s become my job to move it all.

My dad would help, but at sixty his back doesn’t need the strain. And he’s working on the family barbecue grill.

My two older brothers should be helping but, Tim is away at collage. My other brother, Tom, their twins and mom should be shot, is off in the Middle East getting sand in his bdu’s

Mom and my sister are packing it all up.

And I’m toting a lot of crap!

I’ve made three trips from the rented storage unit today already. This is just the first one from the house.

And answer me this why does a recently divorced woman truly need with all this crap?

She got all her stuff and he got the house. It was in their prenup. The house had been in his family for three generations.

I shut off dad’s truck in my sister’s new driveway. I looked at the house again and was still dumbfounded.

Forty eight hundred square foot, fixer upper on five acres plus… for a single woman age thirty. Who couldn’t drive a nail into a snow bank, is terrified of power tools and hates yard work.

Yep, all kind of logic there.

Mom called it marriage bait.

You know though, she does have enough crap to fill it.

Opening the front door I looked at the Mayan ziggurat of boxes I had already delivered today.

I walked past them and headed upstairs. This load was the start of the stuff she had been using while living back home with us.

Pushing open the door to her bedroom I saw the large four poster bed. A true antique it had come with the house. There was a large king size mattress still in it’s plastic bag leaned up against the wall. I had opened the door and watched as two guys delivered it this morning. All I can say is it’s a good thing I hadn’t been responsible for getting that thing up those stairs. She would have been sleeping her ass down stairs if I had.

I sat down the first box and went for the others. It was as I was putting down the third box that it started to buzz!

Startled I pulled off the tape and opened the box. I figured it might be an electric toothbrush or an old cell phone set to vibrate.

As I moved aside a pile of lacy underwear I felt my jaw hit the floor.

I picked the nine inch long blue vibrator up out the box. It had a little man on the side of it. No! It was an angel! He was knelt down on the top of the thing leaning forward. His wings were soft plastic and were twitching as they vibrated.

I found out how to switch it off after a bit of looking. I was about to put it back when I saw the other one!

Reaching in I pulled it out and to my total astonishment I saw that it was made of glass. It also looked nothing like the other one. This one was short, maybe six inches but it was way thicker in the middle than near the base or the tip. Hell it was almost as thick as a coke can!

“God, why would a woman want this in her pussy?” I asked out loud.

From behind me, scaring me out of two years of my life, my sister answered.

“It doesn’t go in my pussy! That’s what the blue one is for. Now if your done being a perve and going through my things there are more boxes in my car.” She told me hot, her eyes a blaze.

“I wasn’t being a perve, it started vibrating!” I protest. “I didn’t know what the hell it was till I opened the box!”

“Well now you do. Go get the rest of the boxes, Please.”

Severely pissed at the whole damn business I handed her the two things and went outside to where her car sat beside dad’s truck. Damn electric hybrid. Little toy fucking car doesn’t make any noise.

As I leaned in to pick up the box something she had said to me clicked.

It wasn’t for her pussy.

Holy Shit!

I carried the rest of the boxes inside like a zombie. I felt like a steer at the slaughterhouse just after the hammer falls.

Not for her…

Holy shit!

“Hey William.”

I turned towards my sister’s voice. She was sitting on the edge of her desk.

“I’m sorry about snapping at you earlier. I was just really embarrassed by what you found. I didn’t mean what I said and I want to thank you. I never could have gotten all this stuff over here by myself.”

I shrugged. Part of me wanted to be mad but, I was still struggling with the visual that kept trying to form.

Not for her…

Holy shit!

“You ok Will? You look tired.”

I nodded and shook away the thought.

She came over and gave me a hug.

“Well if you’ll help me do one more thing I’m good and you can go.”

I looked over at the four poster.

“The damn mattress on the bed.” I said with a sigh.

“Yep come on it won’t be bad.”

I don’t know what delusional world she thinks she bought that mattress from but that bastard was heavy.

As I drove Dad’s truck home I thought about my sister. Hell my whole family for that matter.

Mom and Dad married late. They both had kids from previous marriages, a real Brady Bunch kind of deal. Dad’s first wife, my tuzla escort sister’s mom, died in a car wreck. The same wreck that messed his back up for the rest of his life.

Now my Mom’s husband, the twins’ dad, well he cheated on her and left or, she threw him out. Depends on how many rum and cokes she’s had when she tells the story.

They met in their late thirties, dated for about a year. That means they were having sex without the kids having to hear. I’m told it was a nice wedding. My sister tossing flowers, the twins as the ring bearers.

They never expected to have anymore children since mom’s tubes had been tied when the twins were born.

Well guess what! The stork didn’t get that memo. Mom gave birth to me at age thirty-nine.

My brothers and sister can remember long visits to grand parents. They had all passed by the time my memories start. Tom and Tim have told me of Dad playing football with them when they were kids. His back hurt him too much by the time I was around.

Yea having older parents can really suck.

The old ford ground it’s gears all the way home.

Not for her…

The image of my sister trying to put that glass thing up her…

Holy shit!

I never had the long brother, sister relationship most siblings have. She was twenty and off to collage when I turned eight. She was getting married before I ever dated. She was divorced before I went to the prom.

I saw the red lights as I rounded the corner. The burning plastic smell of a house fire hit me at the same time I saw what house was burning.

I don’t remember parking the truck.

A policeman and two fire fighters tackled me before I could run into the burning house.

All three were friends of my older brothers. Had gone to school with them. Had been over to our house, for dinner, a many a night. They had called my mom ‘Mom’. They held me till I ran out of strength.

I was sitting on the curb silently crying when my sister’s car turned the corner doing ninety. She skidded the tires twenty feet to get it to stop. She ran towards me then slowed to a step by step halt.

“Dad? Mom?”

I couldn’t talk. I just looked towards the billows of white smoke pouring out all the windows.

We sat holding one another, surrounded by onlookers from the near by houses. They made stupid comments trying to comfort. Like maybe mom and dad had gone some where and would be pulling up any minute. Maybe to get dinner?

I could clearly see the car burning through the garage door.

After an hour the fire was but a smoky haze. The air smelled of damp ash and burned plastic. I know it was only my imagination that smelled charred meat.

I watched the people go inside. It was not long after that when one of them came back out and went over to the fire chef.

An old friend of Dads I saw his face even before he started to walk over towards us. I knew then, I was crying and clinging to my sister before he even spoke.

The insurance on the house, plus Dad’s life insurance, came to a large sum. My sister was executor of the estate. She handled all the details while I existed in a zombie like state.

At the funeral I saw my brothers again for the first time in a few years. For once the twins didn’t look alike. Tim now had glasses and had grown out his hair to a pony tail mom would have hated. Tom wore his dress uniform. He was tanned a dark brown and his hair was high and tight. He looked skinny. Like all the fat had been cooked off him under the desert sun.

I’ve always been closer to them than to my sister. Not as much distance in age maybe. It was their words that brought the most comfort to me.

I didn’t know it at the time of course… but, that was to be the last time that I would see them alive.

Six weeks latter Tom was shot in the chest by a sniper in some piss ant little town in Iraq.

Tim died of a heart attack. From the coroners report it was to the second that his twin had died.

The day after the fire I moved in with my sister. It didn’t take long to move. All I had were the smoke smelling clothes I had on my back.

When news of our brothers came… I lost it! Somehow she kept it together. She managed to get through it with her sanity intact.

Wish I could say the same. I must hide it well though. They didn’t lock me up.

Part of me wishes they had.

I began to twist inside to try and fill the lost voids in me. I would find myself thinking and doing things that were just plain weird.

Some of them were just plain sick.

I also began to hurt myself in ways that didn’t show.

The pain helped to forget about other pains.

One of the things I did was troll into the sicker side of the Internet. Into dark places where dark thing hide. I saw the things no one should see.

Late one night I was sitting half looking at a site, It was full of wild things, twisted things.

I heard a moan. I reached down to turn down the volume, then I realized it was already muted.

I got up and went to my door. Opening it I looked down the hall towards my sisters room.

I tuzla escort bayan heard the moan again.

I went on silent feet to her door. The doors in this old house don’t close well. They would sometimes pop open just a bit. Her’s had done this.

I put my eye to the side of the door and looked into her room.

My sister lay naked on her big four poster bed. I could see every thing! My god she looked good. I could hear a light humming sound and her hand was pumping slowly between her legs.

Her head was laid back in the deep pillows, her eyes closed and she was uttering deep throaty moans of pleasure.

As I stood there watching, I felt my self harden. I pulled back a bit when I saw her move. Looking back I saw she was now facing away from me her ass towards the door. I watched her hand come around to her back.

I saw the light glitter off glass!

My mouth dropped open as I watched her slid it into her ass.

“Uhh! Oh god yes.” She moaned.

My hand went into my sleep pants. My cock felt like a lead pipe in my fingers.

As I watched her she pumped the glass toy into and out of her ass. She would groan as it went in then shudder and sigh as she pulled it out.

I must have watched her for ten minutes till she brought herself to orgasm.

There was cum running down my leg long before then.

I got back to my room and dropped onto the bed. My cock still hard, I pulled it out and I began to pull on it as hard as I could.

I made myself cum till I couldn’t get hard. Five, six times maybe? I lost track. Every time I thought that I could get some sleep the image of my sister with that toy up her ass would pop back into my head. Her moans as it entered her!

My god I would be hard again! I stayed hard several times even after I thought I was done.

My cock felt raw by morning. I finally gave up on sleep and went down stairs.

Sitting in the kitchen I was a wreck. I was sipping my way through a second pot of coffee, when I heard her start to move around. When she came into the kitchen my eyes went to her ass as she opened the door to the refrigerator.

I noticed then that my foot was tapping a hole in the floor. When I stopped she looked over at me.

“You ok?” she asked her face scrunching up in concern.

I shook my head. My foot went back to tapping.

“What’s wrong?” she asked softly.

I shook my head again.

She came over and tried to take my hand. I pulled it away from her.

“What is it?” she sat down looking at me

“Please talk to me.” She said after a moment when I didn’t answer. “You can tell me anything.”

She sat there looking at me, pleading me to talk with her eyes.

“You wont like it.” I told her.

She smiled.

“Anything.” She made the word into one long breath.

I took a deep breath.

“I heard you last night.

She blushed. She took a deep breath about to speak, but I didn’t let her.

“Then I saw you. Your door was open.”

Her jaw dropped. She went scarlet. I saw her trying to speak several times. Finally she picked up her glass and took a long drink of her orange juice.

She sighed.

“Well I said anything. Ok. Well. All right you watched me masturbate. Ok. Well I guess… it’s a good thing I didn’t know you were there. I might have died of embarrassment… I may still. Well ok… you want to talk about what you saw?”

I looked up at her I could see she was serious.

“You looked beautiful.”

She smiled ruefully.

“Well thank you. Knowing that my kid brother finds me beautiful when I’m buck naked and stuffed with dildo’s does my ego a world of good.” She chuckled softly.

“Sorry.”

She reached over and took my hand.

“Don’t be. We all do it after all. I’m sure to a young man a naked woman playing with herself was something incredible to see.” She sighed then looked up at my eyes. “Well did you get hard?”

I nodded.

“And?” she tilted her head slightly to catch my down turned eyes.

“I had to play with myself.”

She nodded.

“Ok… a bit sick but ok. Well I don’t know what to say. Got any questions? Have you ever seen a woman naked? Are you virgin?”

“I thought you wanted to know if I had questions.” I said looking up.

She chuckled.

“Yea I did. Sorry. Any questions?” she reached over and patted my hand.

I swallowed. There was a lot of them but, at that moment I figured answering hers would be easier than asking mine.

“No I haven’t. Seen a woman naked before.” I looked down at my hands. “And yes I am. A virgin.”

She patted my hand again. It was clearly doing something to calm her nerves. What her touch was doing to me is another matter.

“Ok. Well that’s ok. I was about your age when I lost mine so… you’re still running about average.” She looked up at the clock. “Shit. I’ve got to go get ready for work. When I get home we’ll talk some more. Ok?”

“Sure.” I answered relieved she’s leaving.

I watched her go back up stairs. When she came back down in a bit, she was dressed in the business escort tuzla conservative look she always wears. The top buttons were undone to show a good amount of cleavage. Marriage bait.

I was watched from the doorway as she drove away. Closing the door I went back up to my room. I sat in front of my computer just starring at the screen.

I typed in a search.

For the next hour I watched an ever increasingly harsh collection of anal porn videos. I saw women being….

I was harder than a Chinese algebra test when I got up. I went down the hall to my sister’s room in a kind of daze.

I crawled onto her bed. I could smell her on the sheets. I noticed that the middle of the bed was damp. I leaned down smelling this place, then buried my face in the wet scent. Sitting up I started opening drawers. By the bed I found the toys.

I brought them out and smelled the blue one.

Laying it to the side I stripped out of my pants and shirt. Laying naked on the spot where she had ‘masturbated” to use her words. I took hold of my cock. Pulling hard I didn’t care how sore I was. I cried out in pleasure.

Opening my eyes I saw the glass toy lying on the bed beside me. The other one didn’t interest me. I picked it up and ran it across my chest. It was cool and silky feeling. Pulling even harder on my cock I slid the toy around to my ass. I centered it up on myself and started to push in.

“Oh fuck!”

The pain was horrible. I pulled it out as quickly as I could.

My hard on died in my hand as I lay there panting. I felt more than a little nauseous.

Lying there with the scent of her surrounding me I again pictured my sister. Then all the women I had seen online. The size of the things they put into themselves dwarfed this little glass toy.

I tried again.

“Oh god!”

Picturing how easily it had gone into my sister I pushed harder.

“Oh Fuck!”

It popped into me! Felt like I had a tree inside me!

I had to get it out!

“Oh dear god. Oh fuck.”

Pulling on the base the thicker middle section seemed like to was going to rip me open. My screams were echoing off the walls as I finally pulled it free.

Tears running from my eyes and gasping for breath I rolled over to get up.

And saw my sister standing at the door.

She looked like she would never get her jaw to close again. Ever.

Finally she shook her head and walked into the room.

“Well I guess fair is fair huh.” She sat down on the corner of the bed. “You saw me, now I’ve seen you.”

I couldn’t say anything. I lay there trying to cover myself.

“Not much point in that.” She looked in my eyes. Reaching down she picked up my shirt and tossed it to me. “Here then,”

I lay the shirt across my flaccid self.

“Now.” She took a deep breath. Reaching over she picked up her blue toy. “I know Mom must have at some point told you that sharing toys was the right thing to do, but not like this.”

I chuckled. Fuck even laughing hurt.

She picked up the glass toy with two fingers near the base. She held it out from her and put it back in the drawer.

“Clean that up in a bit ok?”

I nodded. I wanted to reach around to my ass.

“Sore?” she asked with a grin trying to peek out.

I nodded.

She laughed.

“Did you not Think… something like that would hurt?”

“But you can do it.” I told her hotly. “I saw you!”

She nodded.

“Now. I promise you it’s not a quick thing to get use to. The first couple of times I was penetrated back there it hurt like hell.” She said looking me in the eye.

I sat silent for a second.

“Why did you keep doing it?”

She sighed and looked down at the bed.

“Because I loved the man who was doing it. I thought he loved me too. I was wrong about that. The next guy taught me what gentle could be like.”

“Your husband?”

She shook her head.

“No, he hated the idea of anal sex. Considered it disgusting. He’s the reason I have that toy.” She looked towards the drawer by the bed. “By the end of our marriage the other one as well.”

I sat quite trying not to flinch when my ass throbbed.

“Ok.” she nodded. “Alright. Well. Look I… I can’t have you in my room doing this ok? Really the idea of incest is not a turn on for me at all. If you have that idea in your head little brother… give it up. The fact that I know you will be masturbating while thinking of me is disturbing enough as is.”

I nodded. I have to admit to being disappointed. Having seen her in a sexual heat I wanted more. I could still smell her scent coming up off the sheets.

“Ok tomorrow we are going to go do two things.” She took a deep breath and at that moment noticed she was holding her blue toy tightly. She leaned down and put it back into the drawer.

“Take me to the sanitarium. Lock me in the sanitarium.” I asked as the toy disappeared.

She chuckled.

“The thought is there, but no. Where going to a toy store. You’ll use your own… not mine.”

I was about to say I would never do that again but, even at that moment with pain trobbing I knew I would.

She saw the look on my face and nodded.

“Yea.” A hard look came into her eyes. “Now when we are at the toy store if you call me sister I will murder you!”

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Harper stood up abruptly, causing the papers that lay in his lap to fall to the ground. He wanted to throttle her. His anger was rising up inside him like a flood and needed to be put somewhere.

Ever since she had arrived, it seemed as if one thing after another went wrong. Not that he could completely blame her. She wasn’t deliberately sabotaging him or his work. It was more like she was a constant distraction.

The company had hired her to be his assistant. As assistants went, she seemed quite capable if not perhaps a bit clumsier than was absolutely necessary. Jenna had appeared in the doorway of his office, her golden hair loose and flowing about her face, and he worried for a moment that she was a mirage. But no, she was real. From her blue eyes to her pale skin to her ripe breasts to her slim hips, she was very real. She was also a very real distraction for him.

He had tried to keep his thoughts upon the job. He found separating work from all the pleasurable things in life sometimes difficult and yet he did his best. He was not some young kid fresh out of school. He had been around the block more than once. And as for Jenna, she too was not some child. She was a woman of enormous talents and the giggle that could peel icing off a cake.

No, there he was again. His mind tended to wander to the abstract when it came to her. He found himself at times thinking about what she was thinking. He lay in bed at night wondering if she was asleep. It wasn’t a wholesome relationship and he knew it. He knew in his head he needed to put an end to this mental obsession with her but somehow he couldn’t find the strength to do so. It was as if every time he cleared his mind of her, she would reappear as instantly as she had gone.

He had a girlfriend. She was a wonderful woman, full of life, fruity and ripe, sweet to be with so he did not understand why his mind felt it necessary to wander into forbidden territory so often and with such alarming intensity. There was nothing inordinately special about Jenna. Yes she was attractive with that honey blonde hair and her full ripe cherry lips that looked so kissable especially first thing in the morning after she had had her coffee. Her eyes certainly were as blue as a summer sky when the clouds are no more than fluffy reminders of childhood. And her breasts were mere soft mounds hidden beneath buttoned down shirts, always appearing as if at any moment they might break free and run rampant up and down the halls of the office.

And her personality was indescribable. She laughed at the slightest provocation and it was such a pleasant sound that he could bursa escort not help but smile himself when he heard it. She was very outgoing and open, sharing with him all types of ideas or thoughts that just appeared in her head out of the blue. And they were often very good ideas as well. She was intelligent with a structured mind that was able to quickly figure out the situation and set it to rights if it needed to be. And she could charm a bee out of stinging her if she tried.

But still there was the girlfriend, always faithful and available on a Friday night. And Harper had no intention whatsoever of embarking upon an office romance. They never turned out well. Alright for some people they did but not for him. He tended to fixate on the obvious and his needs tended to wander towards the absurd. As far as women were concerned, he was not selective in the least and tended to go for the obvious. He enjoyed fine wine and women with breasts that looked as if they were ready to pop out of a tight blouse at any moment. He also enjoyed a medium well done steak and asses that filled out a tight skirt so well the seams seemed to be in danger of splitting with every step. He enjoyed travel and walking on the beach and a girl that could grab her own ankles keeping her legs up in the air while he fucked her hard against a firm mattress.

When Jenna came into his office that morning, she was wearing a new perfume. He didn’t know the name of it but it was something sinful and ripe, decadent and dirty. He caught a whiff of it as she breezed in and he was gone. In his mind, he saw her with her legs up in the air as she held her own ankles and he drilled her deep into a firm mattress at some cheap hotel on the Jersey Shore. Snapping back to reality, he looked up at her as if she was a piece of fruit hanging from a vine that he needed to pluck. And pluck he would.

She was wearing a tight navy sweater that accentuated her breasts and a short grey skirt that gave him the tease of thigh without exposing it too much. Before he could edit himself or his actions, he stood up and out of his office chair and strolled around his desk to the side she was standing on. “I can’t take this anymore,” was all he said in way of foreplay as he slipped his hands underneath that sweater and quickly took possession of those soft sweet breasts of hers.

“Harper,” she breathed and he cut her off with his mouth, covering hers and sucking the air from her lungs before his hands slipped from under her sweater and moved to the hem of her skirt. He tugged it up as his mouth held hers, not paying any mind to where her hands were or what perhaps bursa escort bayan she wanted. Hell no, he was taking what she had been selling. And he was taking it now.

The skirt was tight but he managed to get it up over her hips then clear to her waist before his right hand wandered down between her thighs. The soft hairless skin he felt there was a bit of a surprise, no panties or stockings just her under that skirt. He was ready to let his fingers do the walking until he felt the firm grip of hers wrapping around his wrist and the faint sound of her cry, “No”.

“No?” he echoed her, not even interested in being denied and pretty close to taking what he wanted and truly not caring whether she wanted it or not.

“Not there,” she whimpered and she reached into the pocket of her skirt. She had this obsession with keeping her lips moist, soft and free of being chapped, he saw her often enough putting lube on them. She took the small tube of petroleum jelly out of her pocket and put it in the palm of his hand as she whimpered softly in need, “In my ass, Harper, please.”

“Oh yeah, baby” he managed as she turned, placing herself handily over his desk, ass up, as he undid his pants, freeing his throbbing cock. Just a dab of the lube on the head of his cock and he was ready to go, rubbing it up over the crack of her naked ass. And it was a beauty, those firm globes shining, making him nearly whimper in need himself as the head of his cock found the hole it was aiming for and popped inside.

“Fuck me, Harper,” she begged, looking at him over her shoulder. Who was he to deny her? He wasn’t about to. His fingers dug into the flesh of her ass, using them to hold her, as he drove his cock into her tight hole over and over again. He grunted with each thrust, her ass so tight. It felt so sweet wrapped around his cock he wanted to stay buried inside her forever. He had to hold on to her though as she kept slipping across his desk with each thrust as if she was oiled. And so he held on, his cock stabbing at her repeatedly as she moaned and groaned her own pleasurable response at his assault.

His balls slapped against her as he drilled into her and he began to sweat, feeling the beads trickling down the back of his neck. He couldn’t remember the last time fucking someone felt this good, this wicked, this much like paradise. Here she was with her skirt up around her waist as he fucked her ass on his desk. The thought of it alone was like heaven, making him moan aloud, closing his eyes as he drummed her harder against the desk until it actually began shaking on its legs which weren’t built to escort bursa withstand such an assault.

All the while she continued to beg him to keep going, to keep fucking her. He knew she was enjoying it almost as much as him. He could feel the wetness of her arousal coating the inside of her thighs as they slammed against the desk. Oh this was too good. It felt like the Fourth of July, Thanksgiving and Christmas all rolled up into one. His cock was nearly trembling with its own delicious headiness at such pleasure. Harper knew he couldn’t last much longer. The need inside his balls was rising up, the heat churning them into a volcanic explosion about to erupt inside her ass. “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum, Jenna.”

“Do it! Cum in my ass, please!” she pleaded with him, her voice cracking with the strain of it. She was trembling too, her thighs heaving as if trying to hold up twice their normal weight. He could see her own passion in her face as she gazed at him over her shoulder, licking her lips in a wanton display of need. He could feel her passion as her anus molded itself around him, squeezing the seed right from his balls as if begging for it, wanting it planted deep inside her sweet ass. He wasn’t going to deny her anything, not at this moment, so he threw back his head and came inside her sweet tight butt hole with a howl of triumph, forgetting for a moment where they were and that people might actually hear them. Then when that tidbit finally filtered through his mind, he quieted down his second vocal burst of compassioned fulfillment as he nearly fell, completely spent, over her body sprawled on his desk.

“Oh jeez, Jenna, I can’t believe we did that,” he said in a somewhat understated way as he finally withdrew his very satisfied cock from her not quite so tight and now very slick ass. He managed to grab a tissue from the box on his desk and cleaned himself up with a quick but sufficient enough for now wipe before he tucked himself away until later.

“Me neither, Harper,” she giggled in that charming way she had as he straightened himself out. She managed to pull herself off of his desk in the most graceful of ways after having her ass totally reamed then she pulled down her skirt to its proper length. She bent into him then and kissed him softly on his mouth, her tongue just teasing his before she broke it off and gazed into his eyes as she whispered “You’re the best boss I have ever had.”

She smiled at him then as if nothing more had happened in the past few moments other than he had perhaps given her something to type at her own cubicle. Spinning on her very high heels with one last smile to reassure him everything was fine, she left his office. Before he even had time to say a word to her but assuming control of himself and the situation, he made sure his pants were zipped then sat back down at his desk, going back to work.

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A Country Road

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The two lane country road was deserted, which was good, because she drove like a woman possessed, taking the corners too fast and too wide. The rubber tires squealed on the pavement as they tried to hold the line. The headlights illuminated the towering pine trees, creating eerie shadows which chased the car as it shot forward into the night.

“How could he do that?” she cried.

Brooke wiped the tears from her eyes and pushed her thick auburn hair away from her face.

“How could he fuck her in our bed?”

The car accelerated in answer as it rounded a curve and started up the mountain. She pushed the car until the engine roared. A few miles up the road, and the snow started to fall. Brooke reluctantly let up on the gas when the back end of the car started to squirrel out on her. No matter, she could see the lights of the town up ahead, it was not much further. Brooke had found a small mountain resort situated on the edge of a lake and made reservations to get away from her cheating boyfriend, the asswipe, as she now called him.

She slowed the car on the outskirts of town. Brooke’s stomach growled reminding her she had not eaten anything since breakfast. She spotted a tavern named Buddy’s and decided to stop for something to eat before she drove up to the resort.

Brooke bursa escort pulled into the parking lot, exited her car, stomped through the falling snow, and into the tavern. Once the door slammed behind her, she eyed the room angrily, as if daring anyone to talk to her. As she strode through the crowded room, every eye in the place followed her petite body, taking in the fitted jeans, rounded ass, and tight sweater with full soft breasts, but not one man tried to talk to her. The hostility rolled off her body in wave after wave of hate. She walked to the end of the bar and sat down.

“What’ll you have?” asked the bartender.

“Long Island” as she slammed her money down on the bar.

The first drink was quickly downed, and Brooke ordered a second one. As she waited for her drink, she looked at the guy to the right of her and acknowledged him with a curt nod of her head.

“Hard day?” he asked.

“You don’t want to know” she replied.

Brooke’s drink arrived and the man next to her held up his glass and said “To a new day.”

“I’ll drink to that.”

Their glasses clinked quietly as Brooke took a second look at the man sitting next to her. Nice build, hazel eyes, glasses, and medium length brown hair, not bad she thought to herself.

By the end of the bursa escort bayan second Long Island Ice Tea, Brooke had forgotten about ordering any food and was letting the stranger run his hand across her arm while he whispered gently into her ear. The caress of his soft breath against her neck produced a feeling of hot longing between her legs. Brooke leaned into him. He smiled at her and pulled her bar stool over to his in a sudden display of strength. Her nipples protruded outward in response to his body. She felt the wetness gather on the crotch of her thong.

He rubbed her arm again, but this time he used the knuckles of his hand to lightly caress the side of her breast; she inhaled sharply, and her breathing deepened. He smiled quietly at her reaction, and moved his hand to her lower back, rubbing it gently in a circular motion as they talked. The next time he whispered into her ear his lips trailed down to her ear lobe where he sucked on it as she squirmed in place.

“Come with me” he said as he took her hand.

Numb from the alcohol and the pain of betrayal, she followed him down a darkened hallway to the back of the busy tavern. He led her into a single bathroom and locked the door behind them. He turned around and quickly pulled Brooke into his arms, kissing her deeply. escort bursa She sighed in response and melted into his body as her lips opened for his tongue. Hungrily he tasted her mouth, and his hand reached under her sweater for her breast. He found the nipple and twisted it between his fingers. The sensation of his touch caused a fresh wave of wetness at her crotch. It soaked through her jeans, releasing the odor of her sex throughout the room.

Brooke undid his pants and urgently exposed his hard cock. Her need was great and he was ready. His cock twitched with pre cum which oozed from the head. He all but ripped her jeans from her body and he positioned the head of his rock hard dick at the opening of her soaked pussy. Parting the lips he plunged his cock inside of her and Brooke wrapped one leg around his waist to take his cock even deeper. He fucked her hard, thrusting his cock into her tender pussy, and slamming his body against her swollen clit, harder and harder until she felt her orgasm explode through her body as the wetness ran down her legs. When he felt her muscles contracting around his cock, he grunted at his own release and came, his body slumped against hers.

It was the moment his dick slipped out of her body, Brooke regretted what she had done. She silently got dressed and without a word, she ran from the bathroom, through the tavern, and out door into the snowy night. She got into her car and drove down the road towards the resort as her body continued to throb from her recent orgasm.

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Massage With a Very Happy Ending

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I’ve always liked massage, especially the sensuous kind. Stroke and caress me and I’m like putty.

I had found that the massage part of the activities at massage parlors was lots of fun for me, perhaps more so that the so-called happy ending part. The sexual part always seemed so much like a business transaction. It felt like a contest between seeing how fast the provider could make me finish, and how long I could hold out. I once even gave a massage gal some extra cash just to continue the stroking and caressing instead of stroking my johnson.

I found myself in New York City once with a desire for something sensual. I found a listing in a local rag and called to make an appointment. When I got there we went through the usual preliminaries. Once I was naked and waiting on a table, Margaret, the “massage therapist” came in, introduced herself, and began massaging my front, which was somewhat unusual. Typically in these places, they massage your back lightly, turn you over, massage your front until they get to your privates. They try to get you all worked up, and then offer you the menu of “other services.”

This gal began by massaging my chest from above my head. As she brushed my nipples, a shock coursed through me and she noticed me shiver. “You OK hun?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s just that I’m sorta sensitive there. Not bad sensitive, just very sensitive.”

She proceeded to massage my pecs, but she then made it a point to come in contact with my nipples, until she finally placed the balls of her index fingers right on them and rotated them a bit. They responded quickly and became hard little nubs. She then grasped them between her fingers and thumbs and as she did, she could see the towel that was draped over my middle began to tent. As she continued, I got so turned on my hips began to move, almost involuntarily.

“Ooh, hun, we’ll definitely have to come back to these later.” Her promise of future delights made me even more eager.

She had me turn over, which wasn’t all that easy given the erection I was sporting by that time. Laying down on it wasn’t very comfortable either. She giggled at my predicament but didn’t offer to do anything about it. What could she do anyway?

She began massaging my shoulders, then got up on the massage table and straddled my upper thighs. She began massaging my lower back. As she tried to move her legs lower, they caught the towel that covered my ass and pulled it with her. Was that intentional?

Her hands then began to massage my upper thighs and butt cheeks. And when she did, I again began to get aroused. I began to push my hips back in a slowly pulsing motion, not an easy trick given the fact that her weight was pinning my legs down.

“Does that feel nice hun? Does my touching your ass turn you on?”

Never having had anyone ever play with my butt before, I was somewhat surprised by my own feelings. I just stammered, “Uh, yes. It does.” Even I was surprised at how innocent I sounded.

The massage gal then shifted her weight so bursa escort that she now had one knee between my thighs, which caused my thighs to splay a bit, leaving me rather wide open. She resumed her massaging of my butt, but this time moving my butt cheeks in such a way that they opened often, providing her a most intimate view. As she did this, her thumbs grew steadily closer to my opening. When they finally got to it, I was humping my ass up and down and was truly surprised at my own feelings here.

I heard the click of the massage oil battle and then felt a cold drizzle of the oil right on my rosebud. I jumped at first, mostly from the surprise. “Relax hun, you’re gonna love this. Just take it easy. I’ll take it nice and slow.”

I next felt her finger press against my ring and rub around in a little circle. She then placed her finger tip right at the opening and applied firm and steady pressure. My ass began to give way and let her finger in. It felt both intrusive and highly exciting at the same time. No one had put anything in my ass since my mother took my temperature that way when I was a little kid. I was amazed at the sensations.

Her finger moved in deeper, ever so slowly. She would pause when a little more would make its way in, I assume to allow me to get used to it. Before I knew it, I could feel her hand pushing up against my cheeks and I knew that her whole finger was in me.

“That feel good hun?”

“Mmmm,” was all I could respond.

She then wiggled her finger around, twisted it around then began to withdraw it. I was a combination of raw excitement and confusion. Sure, I had done this to women before, in preparation for fucking their asses. I had always thought that they just endured it for me. I never realized it could feel so good. As soon as her finger was out, she replaced it with two. That was a bit uncomfortable and she could sense it. “Relax it babe. Relax your ass muscle for me. There, that’s right. I can feel you loosen it up.”

And with that, she shoved her two fingers all the way in me, but hard this time. Gone was the sweet tenderness of her first finger. Gone was the sweetness of my sweet massage gal.

“How’s that!” she said as she rammed her fingers in and out hard.

I pushed my hips back and forth which seemed to be the only answer she needed.

“Oh, we’re gonna have so much fun, sweet cheeks. Are you gay or something?”

“Not that I know of,” I answered with a nervous laugh.

She had gotten off the massage table and was fussing with something out of my field of view. I was too nervous to look back at her. I felt like her victim, her lamb awaiting his fate. When she came back to the massage table, she crawled up between my now wide-splayed legs. “Hon, if you weren’t gay already, I’m gonna make you bi now, at least” she said with a laugh.

I felt her spreading my butt cheeks with the fingers of one hand, and then felt something cold and firm pressing against me. She wasn’t aiming right. Whatever it was, she wasn’t wielding it very bursa escort bayan well. “A little higher. Higher. No that’s too high.”

“You aim me. Reach back and aim this thing.”

I reached back and felt what seemed like an enormous dildo that was strapped onto her. From the feel of its heft and its thickness, I knew it was much bigger than my 6½ inch cock. How the hell would I be able to take this in my ass? Would it hurt? Would I bleed? Well, there was no going back now.

I guided her monster right to my anus and held it there. “OK,” was my only comment.

“OK what?”

“It’s aimed right.”

“What? What?” she asked, the second time a little harsher.

“It’s OK to go. Go ahead.”

“Go ahead what?”

I finally got her drift. “Go ahead and fuck me. Fuck my ass.”

“You want it? Tell me,” she demanded.

“Yes, please fuck my ass. I want you to fuck my ass. Take me. Fuck me like all the women whose asses I’ve fucked.”

A quick flick of her hips and the head of the big dildo was past my sphincter. It hurt momentarily. I wasn’t prepared for the suddenness of her entry. “Oh, you’ve fucked a lot of women’s asses have you?”

“Yes.”

She drove in another inch and stopped. It hurt again, but now I was beginning to enjoy it. It still hurt, so I guess I was enjoying it despite the pain; or maybe because of the pain; maybe I was enjoying the pain too. And then the pain left.

She drove it in another inch or two with another hard shove. “How many? How many women’s asses have you fucked? Tell me!” With the last sentence, she rammed her dildo in some more.

“I don’t know. Maybe a dozen.”

Just then, a hard rap came at the door. I guess that was the signal that the session was supposed to be over soon.

“Hey Brandi, come in here. I want to show you something.”

I froze. Holy shit! She’s going to let someone else see my defilement? I panicked, but had no options.

As the door opened, the gal who had that enormous dildo in my ass began to move it in and out. “Hey Brandi. Look what I got here. Want some of this?”

Brandi was a lithesome brunette wearing a T-shirt and skirt. I had my head down so I couldn’t see much of her face, but I could see her from her chest down. She walked around behind me to watch Margaret thrusting in and out of my ass. Margaret picked up the pace, alternating between short, hard thrusts, and long, slow strokes.

“We have ourselves a little toy here. Get your skirt off and join us. I bet I can make him do anything.”

At that, I pushed my ass back so that her dildo went all the way in for the first time. I wiggled my ass back and forth reveling in the feel of it filling me up.

As Brandi stripped off all her clothes, Margaret told her to slide under my face. The direction was clear to both of us. While Margaret fucked my ass, I was to satisfy Brandi orally. Margaret pulled my hips back until I was up on my knees, and Brandi hopped up on the table and slid under my face. Her pussy hair was neatly escort bursa trimmed and being so close, I could see elastic lines from where her panties had been.

She gently put her hand on the back of my head and guided my face into her crotch. Margaret commanded,”Do her well or I’ll take it out on your ass.”

I tried my best to make Brandi cum. I tried to find her clit, which wasn’t aroused yet, but with all the bumping from behind, I had trouble keeping my aim. It just wasn’t working.

Brandi grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. She looked down at me and said,”You’re not too good at his are you?”

Margaret pulled her dildo all the way out of me in one long pull and then smacked my ass. “Roll over stud. Let’s do this my way.”

I rolled onto my back and Margaret lifted my legs way up, till they were on her shoulders. Brandi then climbed up over my face and hovered above me. I could see her pretty pussy just below her tightly closed rose bud. She hesitated for a second, then lowered herself onto my face, but still held herself slightly off.

Margaret then instructed me to aim her dildo again. I reached down and aimed it at my now loosened ass. She held the head against my hole for a second and then said something to Brandi that I couldn’y hear clearly.

Brandi then sat down on my mouth much harder, and as she did, Margaret slammed that dildo into me hard. It went all the way in, in one big thrust. When I felt the base against my ass, Brandi then wiggled her hips back and forth a bit, as if to make the seal better.

I began to lick, suck, and do whatever I could to pleasure Brandi. I stuck my tongue deep in her pussy hole, I sucked her clit, I let my nose slide into her pussy. When I stuck my tongue in her pussy, my nose would press against her rose bud.

I could hear them talking to each other softly now, as Margaret was thrusting in and out of me again. In this position she could get much farther into me. My guts felt like they were turning to honey and butter. My cock was hard and I wanted some stimulation of it, but I thought better than to touch myself without Margaret’s order.

I felt the two of them shift a bit and then I realized that they were kissing each other. And then it happened. Brandi began to cum. She shook, she moaned, she thrust her hips forward and back in sharp spasms. She sat down on my mouth even harder. Fortunately I had just taken a breath because now my mouth and nose were so covered I couldn’t breathe.

I took great satisfaction in knowing I made Brandi cum. Just then I heard Margaret shout, “Holy shit Brandi. I’m gonna cum.”

I felt a few hard thrusts, and then the dildo in my ass was still. Both women had just cum. I was still left unsatisfied however. I felt the women shift a bit and then one of them grabbed my hard cock with some lube in her hand. She stroked me only a few times and I erupted like Vesuvius. My cum shot up onto my chest and neck, and in subsequent spurts, dribbled onto whose ever hand had just jacked me off.

Brandi lifted off my face leaving my cheeks wet with her pungent juices. Margaret slid her dildo out of my ass, slowly. As she climbed of the table, Brandi said to Margaret, I guess we’re going to have to call you Peg from now on.

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Assmaster McStuff , His Email Honey

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So I meet a girl on the internet. We exchange e-mail, mostly erotic, for some time. We decide to take the plunge and meet face to face. She knows or should know what she’s getting into — I’m very explicit in my letters and tell her what to expect. I fly out to see her for the weekend, and here’s what happens:

I show up at her door. She’s nervous and in a vintage corset — wasp waist, plush hips, you know the story. The corset’s so tight I think she might have had a neighbor help her into it and wonder how many people she’s fucking. Aside from a black thong and black high heels all wrapped up under a smoking jacket, that’s all she’s got on.

Who cares what I’m wearing.

It’s a bit awkward at first. We chat, I tell her I love what she’s in. We drink a bit. I tell her “Why don’t you take your jacket off? Now.” She’s taken aback. She knows I’m dominant, but still, aren’t we just getting to know each other? But she stands and sheds it. She’s exposed and knows it. I walk up to her and pull her very heavy breasts out of the corset, and I think she’s beginning to feel embarrassed for dressing like such a whore. I tweak her nipples. She gasps. I sit down, and say,

“Present your breast to me. Put your nipple in my mouth.” She says, “okay.” Okay what? “Okay, sir.” So she bends over my chair and lifts a tit to my mouth. I lick, she moans. We drink a bit more.

I stand up, open my suitcase, and pull bahis firmaları out two fine leather cuffs lined in fleece. I put them on her wrists. Then, pulling her arms back, I march her to her bedroom and push her down on the bed on her back. Pull her down so her ass is right on the edge of the bed. Clip her wrists together and pull her arms above her head. “Where can I find a bowl and a towel?”

I’m gone for a few minutes, rummaging in her kitchen. When I come back I’ve got a razor, a towel, a bowl, and some cream. I pull a chair to the edge of the bed. “Put your feet on the bed. Now spread your legs. Wider. Don’t move.”

Later, when she’s clean, we move into the dining room. She’s moved into sub-space. As instructed, she’s had an eyebolt installed in the ceiling. I attach her wrist cuffs to the bolt, and now she’s stretched, feet still on the floor and hands in the air. She’s so exposed. “Spread your legs.”

She looks good. Heels, corset, cuffs. I get a horse crop and run it down her back, softly, teasingly… till I get to the point of her mid lower back. I stop there and jab her ever so lightly. “Arch your back for me.” This will become a mantra in the two days we spend together. She arches her back, jutting her breasts forward and her ass, with her legs spread, protruding even more. I put her hair up in a pony tail. I like it that way. Something to grab.

I slap her softly with the crop. kaçak iddaa Breasts, inner thighs, buttocks. Her eyes are closed. Lulled into a sense of comfort and then suddenly brought out of it by a harsh slap on the ass. I put a rubber ball gag in her mouth, forcing it open and leaving her with no voice, other than groans.

Her ass becomes my whipping ground. “Don’t slouch.” Slap. A soft slap on one cheek and then the other. Then a caress. Then a slap. I cup a breast, bounce it slightly. Then reach for a nipple. A squeeze. Her ass is so red.

I unhook her from the bolt and lead her gently into the bedroom and guide her onto the bed. “Get on all fours.” She is open and her breasts sway unhampered. The room is lit by her nightstand lamp. I position her so that her ass is at the end of the bed. Again, the mantra — “arch your back for me.” I run the crop over her body, gently, then lightly slap her ass. She is aroused and sensitive to the touch of the crop, moaning and wanting a caress. And then she freezes — she feels the crop at the entrance of her ass. I have it turned around and say “I’m going to fuck you with the handle.” She feels it enter ever so slightly and then stop.

“Move your ass back.” I want her to impale your ass on the crop. She blushes, hesitates. “Now!” I say.

So she does. She fucks her ass on the crop while I hold it still. And begins to move back and forth on my command. It is long, kaçak bahis slim and so controlled. When it is about four inches into her I stop and tell her not to move. I let go of the crop and tell her to keep it in that position. Sticking straight out of her ass. She complies. It is about eighteen inches long and makes such a beautiful tail sticking out of her ass that it’s hard for me not to cum.

I unbutton my shirt. Rattle ice in my glass. Slap her ass. Unzip my pants. Shoes off. I caress her buttocks…. remove her ball gag. “God I want you,” she says.

“I know.” Her ass is trembling with the effort of holding the crop with her sphincter. I slowly pull it out. “Open your mouth.” She bites the crop and I tell her to hold it lengthwise in her mouth.

“When I tell you, I want you to look back at me so I can see you with my crop in your mouth.” I pour oil down the cleft of her cheeks and work one, two fingers into her. In and out. And suddenly, she arches her back and realizes it isn’t my fingers, it is ME. My cock is pressed against her asshole and her ring relaxes as I shove myself up her ass. “Now!” I say and she looks back at me. She looks like she has a bridle in her mouth. Her breasts are swaying furiously. I fuck her ass as hard as I can and hold her hair and say “are you my submissive? are you?” punctuated by deep thrusts in her ass. I am getting there.

“Are you my pussy? Are you?” Another deep thrust and another. Deep and fast. And as her ring contracts around my cock and I unload my cum into her ass and shout “are you?” it is all she can do to drop the crop from her mouth and yell “yes! Yes! YES!”

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