A New Breed

A New Breed

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Michael was a smart man, and he was very protective of his younger sister, Sarah. They lived in the heart of the south in America, in the middle of Texas, where Michael, a mechanic by training, chose to work on his family’s dairy farm, applying technology to streamline the entire process. He was just shy of 6’5″, well tanned, and at 210 LBs, not someone that people chose to mess with. Sarah, on the other hand, was 5’8″, with blond hair, eyes as blue as sapphires, and skin the color of milk; suffice to say, she was the kind that couldn’t get people to leave her alone. But, as often as people fell for Sarah, Michael just as often let them know what was waiting should they so much as think of breaking his baby sister’s heart; to Sarah’s great frustration, it seemed her brother would scare away any and all of her lovers before anything serious could happen.

But, that would all change one fateful summer. Not long after she graduated college, as she worked on her family’s dairy, deciding what to do with an expensive English degree, Sarah laid eyes on Keith, a tech guy helping her brother install new systems on the farm; Keith was in from up north, Ohio, she thought she heard her brother say, and he was the exact opposite of a Texas cowboy: tall, slim, with dark brown hair, green eyes, and a close cut beard. In a word, for Sarah, it was love at first sight. While Michael didn’t trust him, and would just as soon chase him out, he also saw that his sister was happy, and decided to sit back for once and see what happened. Sarah and Keith courted for a short 16 months, after which Keith proposed to Sarah in front of her father with what she thought was a beautiful ring.

Not long after, they were married in Texas, and Keith moved to join her on her family’s farm, at least until she found a job in her field, perhaps teaching. And, while all seemed well, and the couple seemed outwardly happy, Michael still had his famous cynicism and doubts. All too often, it seemed to him, he saw Keith making cellphone calls late at night, long after Sarah had gone to bed, and Keith seemed to vanish for hours at a time during the day, often to “check out other farms”, and “see how they setup their tech.” In Michael’s mind, he was afraid it wasn’t the milking machines that Keith was ‘checking out’, and he started to plan a stakeout.

Michael’s first step was to place a small beacon, no bigger than a hockey puck, inside the wheel well of Keith’s off-road jeep; the beacon had a gps antenna, and it confirmed over the next few weeks that Keith was indeed visiting other farms in the area, staying for a few hours and either returning back or moving to the next farm. While this relieved some of Michael’s fears, he was still suspicious, and he began pondering how he could determine just what ‘equipment’ Keith was inspecting on his trips. Following the success of his first stage, Michael decided that he would travel to one of the farms himself, arrive before Keith, and place a tiny spy kit in the rafters of the milking barn.

The kit could record up to 12 hours of HD (albeit, black and white) video and then encrypt the files and send them to his email address, for later review. The kit had new advanced lithium batteries, as well as a motion sensing trigger, so it only recorded when something was happening. All told, it should record and transmit for close to 5 weeks, before using the last of its battery power to short circuit itself, removing all data left in the box. It was, Michael told himself, a foolproof plan, and it had no obvious flaws. Late one Sunday morning, when the rest of Texas was in church, Michael snuck into the nearest of Keith’s stops, and set up the wide angle camera high above the floor, making sure to get as much of the barn in frame as possible. His work done, he retreated home, and began what he hoped (if not expected) would be a boring and featureless stakeout. Oh, how wrong he’d be…

-3 WEEKS LATER-

It’d been three weeks since Michael had set up his camera trap in the next ranch down the road, and, while he checked the video feed every night, he began to think he’d been a little paranoid, and that Keith was honestly just examining the latest in livestock handling equipment. That is, until one fateful Monday night, when, upon his daily video review, he saw what he had dreaded for so long: Keith, entering from the bottom of the frame and embracing the daughter of the rancher who ran the farm. After a quick hug, and kiss on the lips, the two laid down in the straw and began to make out and grope each other, slowly stripping each other in the process, till both were as naked as they day they were born. Keith then rolled the girl onto her knees and took her from behind, thrusting for several minutes, till both collapsed into the straw in each others arms. After what seemed like an eternity to the now

furious Michael, he saw Keith check his watch, dress quickly, kiss the girl again, and then jog out to his car to be back in time for Sarah’s home cooked meal. The video was gaziantep escort still rolling, showing the girl washing off quickly using a sprayer normally used to clean off the cattle, drying, redressing herself, and then tidying up the scene of the crime. Michael closed his laptop, fuming angry at the betrayal dealt upon his sister, made seemingly worse by the fact that she didn’t seem to know that it was even going on. With a start, Michael realized that the video uploaded each night at midnight, and he watched each video the following night… meaning that Keith had done this the previous day, and was now sleeping next to Sarah as if he’d done nothing wrong.

Feeling his hands start to shake in anger, Michael quickly decided on a course of action that he felt would be perfect revenge, laughing darkly as he started to make preparations. He knew that Keith wasn’t religious, and therefore he’d sleep in late on Sunday, even though the rest of the household would be away at church, Sarah included. But, that just seemed fitting… Come Sunday, Keith would be judged for his sins, even if it was on a farm instead of in a pew.

-SUNDAY MORNING-

Keith rolled over in the now half-empty queen sized bed, remembering that Sarah was away, at least till noon, maybe later, and he grinned as he drifted back to sleep. He never saw Michael edge in through door left ajar by Sarah, nor did he notice the cloth bag in Michael’s hands, the bag that would’ve smelled sickly sweet, had he been awake. Michael slipped the chemical-soaked pillowcase over Keith’s head, and, while he struggled slightly, he was no match for the strong Texan, nor the powerful mix of chemicals that made his whole world quickly fade to black.

When Keith awoke, his head was throbbing, and his jaws ached terribly. He felt like he’d been out for hours, while in reality it had been closer to 40 minutes. As he came to, he quickly realized something was very wrong: he was stark naked, bound, with a large ball of wadded-up fabric forced into his jaws. As he looked around the dim area he found himself in, he could tell he was suspended belly down in a spread eagle pose between two parallel rails, maybe 4 feet off the ground. His hands were bound in thick rubber mittens, attached to the rails with rollers, similar to his feet, with his cock hanging beneath him.

As all of this began to sink in, he started to thrash, as he immediately knew exactly where he was… the new experimental processing line he’d been working on with Michael…But the current rig that suspended him was new. The final design had called for a treadmill-like conveyer belt that the cattle would be carried along, secured by clamps. This meant some major modifications had been made…He didn’t know what was going on, but he knew it couldn’t be good, and he began to try and cry out for help, hoping that someone would hear him and release him; the improvised ballgag, however, made this rather difficult, and all that came out were panicked sounding grunts. As if on cue, Keith heard foot steps from both sides at once, each very different: from his left, he could hear the distinctive thud-rattle of cowboy boots with spurs, while to his right he heard the much lighter slap of bare feminine feet on the concrete floor. Out of the gloom stepped Michael on one side, a dark, malicious grin spread across his normally stoic face, while Sarah approached from the other, her face a mixture of heartbreak and fury. Now thoroughly confused, Keith stopped struggling and waited to see just what the hell was going on, and why he was strung up in the loading stage of a (newly modified) experimental livestock-management machine. Without warning, he felt two simultaneous pains: a vicegrip on his hanging balls, loose in the Texas summer heat, and a burning slap across his left ass cheek, both delivered by the normally sweet and docile Sarah. Just as quickly as he felt the double pains, he heard Michael begin to speak: he heard him describe how he’d grown suspicious of him and set beacons, ultimately resulting in the discovery of his affairs,with what could assumed to be several of the local farmers’ daughters. He told Keith of how he’d brought the evidence to Sarah, after she’d refused to take her own brother at his word. How, after seeing her newlywed husband plowing some whore doggy-style in a milking parlor, she and Michael had begun planning her revenge. And thus, why Keith was strung up naked, in the machine he’d helped create.

At this point Keith began to quake, because, while unsure exactly what revenge would be dished out upon him, it could take a wide variety of forms, courtesy of the various stages that made up what he was beginning to think of as his own personal hell, not to mention whatever ‘additions’ Sarah and Michael had cooked up. Just as he began to think this, the pain renewed in intensity on both fronts, as Sarah slapped his other cheek, just as hard, and clenched with her other hand, hard enough to bring tears to Keith’s eyes. Michael giresun escort described to him that certain ‘additions’ had been made to the machine, for this, it’s maiden test on another living being, just as Keith had already surmised. Just as Keith began to wonder what ‘additions’ Michael had made, he received one more hearty slap on the ass, before hearing motors begin to spool, pulling him towards plastic flaps that separated him from the first stage of his purgation.

-INTAKE & PROCESSING-

As Keith rolled along, the effort of keeping his head aloft was already straining his neck; was it worse to see his fate coming (with a sore neck) or simply look at the ground… As he pondered this, he moved through the plastic curtain into the first chamber. The whole machine took up a long barn, longer than a couple football fields, with partition walls that could be raised up at intervals, thus breaking up the long distance into shorter ‘chambers’. To both his relief and his confusion, the first chamber seemed unchanged from his and Michael’s designs, aside from the addition of a catwalk near the ceiling, upon which Michael and Sarah were following his progress. From what he could see, the catwalk appeared to run over the top of the partition walls, and stretched off into the distance, its end out of sight.

The first chamber was the initial scanning room, where new livestock were scanned by a series of lasers, as well as weighed and blood sampled, all in order to determine their breed, size, and health; important information that had to be known before the cow (or bull) in question could be mixed with the rest of the herd. Thus the source of Keith’s confusion… He was an (average sized) human, and no matter how many times they scanned him, he wouldn’t match any known breed.

As if reading his mind, Michael began to laugh, before shouting down at Keith in his Texas drawl exactly what was happening.

“Sorry city boy, but we don’t have no cows ’round here that are man-shaped… So, your wife and I, we decided to setup a new breed in the computer, so you could have yer little lesson this mornin’. We argued for a while on what to name this new breed, but we decided on Homo Fallax; latin, for lying man, according to miss smarty pants over here,” he said with a dark chuckle, which Sarah matched, marking the first time she’d spoken that morning, if a laugh really counted.

“Now, irony aside, we had to tell the computer just what kind of thing this new breed was, so we set the standards to be just about a perfect description of you, city boy. I say just about because we might have… fudged… a few characteristics, but only to enhance the lesson we’re trying to teach you. But, I’m talking too much. I’ll let the machine do it’s job, and I’ll see you in the next chamber, city boy. Have fun.”

With that, Michael and Sarah walked along the walkway and out of sight. As if on cue, the machine seemingly sprang to life, powering on the scanning lasers and moving Keith to the center of the chamber. The lasers played green lines over the contours of his body, creating a visible 3-D model on a wall mounted LCD screen. After a few seconds, the lasers turned off again, and the screen showed HOMO FALLAX in large letters. Then, after another few seconds, the speakers droned to life, announcing the next operation.

“Now commencing with full body depilation procedure for: Keith,” the machine droned, using a recording of Sarah speaking Keith’s name. “For your safety, please keep your eyes closed for the duration of the procedure” the machine added with irritating cheeriness.

Keith panicked, but ultimately obeyed, fearing for the effect the treatment would have on his sight. Closing his eyes, he waited in agonizing anticipation. Moving unseen were a whole cadre of robotic arms, similar to those used in Japanese auto factories, but instead of welders these ended in two-headed units, consisting of a small rotary scrubber and a spray nozzle. As the arms moved into position, the rollers on his legs moved forward, effectively putting him into a split. With the arms now surrounding him, Keith was doused suddenly with cold, high-pressure water from the various arms, which had impeccable aim, guiding intense jets along the crack of his ass, the base of his cock, balls, and his butthole itself. As quickly as it started, it stopped, leaving Keith cold, wet, and stinging. After a short pause, the sprayers fired again, this time coating him with what felt like a thick, warm gel. After coating his entire body, the scrubbers attached to the arms spun up to full speed and then moved in, bringing the gel on his skin to a white froth. The brushes left nowhere untouched, harshly scrubbing his balls, chest, back, and cock, with a special spinning bottle brush going to town on his ass crack. After what felt like an eternity of being flayed, the brushes stopped and pulled back… and then nothing. As Keith hung in his restraints, he looked for all the world like an accident from a gümüşhane escort marshmallow factory.

It was several seconds later when Keith, recovering from his brush treatment, began to feel a strange sensation all over his entire body. It quickly moved from warmth, to tingling, to agony. Just as he thought he would surely ignite, the jets came on again, dousing him again with hard hitting jets of cold water. After being thoroughly rinsed, the feeling subsided. Afraid of what he’d find, Keith slowly opened his eyes and looked back along his stomach… to find himself pinker than an embarrassed flamingo, and with less hair than a newborn. He felt utterly humiliated, and then suddenly terrified… because there were still a good number of chambers between himself and the exit. As these thoughts were going through his head, several things happened in rapid succession. First, a needle punched into his left buttock, and drew back a blood sample. Then, another punctured his right cheek, but it implanted what he knew to be a radio tag. To the system, he was now an animal, to be processed accordingly. As soon as the needles withdrew from his now smooth (and still tender) butt, he heard a new sound that brought a new wave of fear washing over him… the click-whump of an igniting gas torch… The kind he had installed on the machine to heat the end of the branding arms.

Keith began thrashing against his restraints, and trying desperately to do something, anything, to save himself from what he knew was coming… He knew full well that the pain it would bring would make his previous treatment feel like a relaxing massage. Eventually, he stopped, knowing that there was nothing he could do, and he tried to face his next punishment with dignity. Around this time, the wooshing of the gas torches fell silent, and the two arms, each ending in a steel plate, swung into position, one over each ass cheek. The arm on the left bore a large, block letter HF, and the right a six digit number, 000001. Without any warning, the two red-hot plates plunged down, planting firmly on either side of Keith’s ass with a sizzle, followed shortly by a primal scream that could wake the dead. After 2-3 seconds, they lifted away, leaving angry red welts that would permanently scar over in the near future. Keith’s ass was doused again in cold water, this time to Keith’s overwhelming joy. This stage of his torture complete, his legs were brought back into a more normal posture, and he was moved along the tracks to another plastic curtain, and the next circle of the hell he’d built himself.

Passing through the hanging flaps of plastic, which irritatingly dragged along his sensitive and now-hairless skin, he arrived in a chamber he didn’t recognize. Looking up, he spotted Michael and Sarah on the catwalk, now wearing matching yellow rain ponchos.

“Gotta say, those marks really fit you, city boy. I wasn’t really sure if we should brand you, but sis’ here insisted… You know how she is. She wanted you to suffer and remember; what kinda brother would I be if I couldn’t support her?” Michael drawled out.

“Ya might be wonderin’ why we got rain coats on… Let’s just say that, even after you got the shave-job you did, Sarah here wanted to really make sure you got clean… And neither of us want to share the experience with you.”

As Michael said this, Keith looked up and noticed… arches… in front of him, and what could have been large red and blue barrels, mounted on some kind of axle; some vertical, others horizontal. With a start, he realized that, to his growing horror, they were the type of wraparound brushes seen in automatic car washes; Michael’s comments about cleaning suddenly took a dark twist.

“Sorry, city boy, you’re probably still sore from the last room, but we can’t wait all day. As for this room, did you know that the old power-wash down the road went out of business? We got a whole carwash’s worth of stuff for dirt cheap!!” Michael grinned as he said this, seemingly genuinely excited.

“Now, I dunno that we’ll use this stage for the cattle, but you’re a special breed after all… nothing but the best for you.”

“Gotta say, I was sad I couldn’t watch the first room’s festivities,” Sarah added. “But, I helped pick out the parts for this room, and I’ll enjoy watching you finally get your act cleaned up, Honey,” the final word dripping with contempt. “Oh, by the way, we had our pick on brushes. I picked the firmest ones, I know how much you value keeping clean.” With this, Sarah retrieved what looked like a large remote, and pressed the green button, setting the man-wash into action.

Keith again tried to fight, but again realized the pointlessness of his endeavors. He began rolling forward, for what would be his second, and hopefully last, harsh cleansing of the day. As he neared the first arch, a neon sign off to his side blazed to life, which read ‘Manual Pre-Wash’. Before he could register confusion, he saw Sarah step in from his side, wearing the same poncho, as well as a pair of swim goggles, and holding what looked like a cross between a push broom and a pressure washer. Without a word, she activated the wand, set the temperature setting to maximum, and loaded a canister into it which read ‘Super Solvent! Now Removes Road Tar!’

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The College Life

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I can’t believe it.. I really did it, this is really happening. I’m going to college. So many thoughts raced though my mind as I stand just below the stage inching closer and closer to the top step. The time going slower and slower until they call my name, until I walk across the stage, shake hands, pose for pictures and receive my diploma. Everyone told me to enjoy life while I was young because the time would go by quickly, I didn’t believe them. But now, here I stand, 18 years old, all grown up and now there’s no turning back.

Summer went by fairly fast. I played my last summer travel season with my team and we wished each other luck as we were all attending different colleges. Some staying in state and others leaving. Some getting softball scholarships and others knowing this was the end of the road as they wouldn’t be able to move on to the next level of softball, at least not yet. As moving day approached I was getting nervous. Would I like my roommates? Would they like me? How many roommates would I have? So many questions that couldn’t be answered until I arrived.

I was staying in state attending a college that was basically like my second home. I had been going to work with my mom since I was young, when I was doing online school so I knew the campus very well. Besides that, my brother was now attending that university, he was a junior. The night before it was time to move in was probably the most nerve wracking for me. I couldn’t sleep, I was just thinking about all of the possibilities. I had committed to play softball and was excited for that as well. They were a D2 school and I kept asking my self really how hard it would be to keep up with my studies while playing sports, I wasn’t in high school anymore so I knew it would be a challenge.

The next morning i ate showered, and packed the last things in to my suit cases. I looked around the room like school wasn’t 15 minutes away, like I would never see it again. Although, it may be true. Freshman are required to live on campus so I don’t really know how often i’ll be back. I loaded my things into an already packed Honda Civic and hopped in the car. I threw my beats over my ears and let the music play. “It’s our party we can do what we want, it’s our party we can say what we want, it’s our party we can do what we want we can kiss who we want we can..” the music was interrupted by a text message. I looked down to see my ex- girlfriends name appear erzurum escort on the screen.

About 3 months ago I broke up with my girlfriend. She cheated on me yet she can’t seem to get over the relationship. She texts me at least 6 times a day (Not including when I respond) and calls me twice a day but I usually don’t pick up. I told her we should just be friends even though I didn’t mean that. I didn’t want anything to do with her. Even if I did mean what I said it wouldn’t of mattered, she insisted she wanted a relationship, I refused. The car pulled in to the BUSY and FULL parking lot. I should of came to the room earlier and unpacked all of my things I mean it’s not like I didn’t know where I was going.

There were 4 dorms. There were all girl dorms, all boy dorms and then a dorm with boys and girls. Kennedy was the only boys and girls dorm but still, it was mostly girls. Then there was Bristle, the all girl dorm, Matt, the all boy dorm and Jazz, the all girl dorm. Every dorm had a “family” room which was a lounge room. With games, vending machines, microwaves, tv etc. It felt like home.

My mom and dad helped me carry my bags to my dorm, I was in Bristle. “You need help with that sweetie?” my mom asked seeing me carry 2 packs of 35 water bottles. “Thanks, but I think I got it” I said, my voice carrying backwards. I unlocked my dorm to see my roommate already inside. I paused, in shock. My parents looked around me to see my roommate. “Hi we’re Sarah’s parents” they said smiling and extending their hands. My roommate smiled and extended her hand. “Hi, i’m Jess. Nice to meet you” “Sarah, aren’t you going to introduce yourself?” My mother said nudging my shoulder. Jess looked at me and then to my parents “There’s no need we already know each other” She said with a smile My parents smile got even wider and said “Well isn’t that great!!” I looked down aggravated and said “Yeah, something like that” My parents left leaving me and Jess to “catch up”.

I continued to un pack my things not paying any attention to Jess. “So you’re not going to say nice to see you again or ask me how i’m doing” Jess said “Jess, come on. this living arrangement isn’t going to work. The hatred I have for you is unbelievable. I said we could stay friends but I didn’t mean that. I can’t stand you. I gave you my heart and you broke it. ” I said holding back tears. I want to tell her to leave but seeing as we both bodrum escort live in this room I can’t do that. “What are you even doing here? I thought you got a scholarship to play softball at Kentucky. Why didn’t you take that instead of staying out here and why the fuck are you my roommate” I said anger starting to rise

“I took a scholarship here because of you. I’m your roommate because i requested to be. Sarah I love you. I made a mistake.” she said looking me in the eyes

“You made a mistake? You weren’t drunk you weren’t high. You were in your right mind, you cheated on me knowing what you were doing. Knowing it would affect me. I can’t forgive that. You can have this room to yourself, I won’t be staying here much. I’ll probably go stay with my brother at his apartment” I said grabbing my phone, walking to the door and closing it behind me.

The day was tiring, filled with family activities, meeting your alpha group and meeting new friends. By the end I was exhausted. I walked across the street to my brothers apartment and slept there that night. I forgot to turn my phone back on after the argument with Jess. I let it power on and when I did it was shocking. 150 texts, 50 calls, tweets, facebook messages, instagram posts, kiks, and snapchats all from her. “Are you serious” I said to myself I went to my phone and dialed her number

“Hello” she said sleepily like I had just woken her up. “What?” I said my tone sharp

“Sarah, can we talk?” she said “No we can’t, goodnight” and with that I hung up. I woke up early to get some breakfast and then headed to my first class of the day. Throughout class I saw my professors mouth moving but I couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying all I could think about was Jess. I shouldn’t be but I was. I loved her but I kept telling myself “You’ve been strong this long, why stop now.” I had been listening to that ever since the 3rd day of our breakup. So I don’t know what made me take my phone out of my pocket and text her.

“Lets talk. Meet me in the dorm at 1” is what the text said as soon as I sent it I wished I didn’t. Her reply was immediate “Sounds good. what do you want to talk about” “… You said you wanted to talk last night so that’s what we’re talking about. No promises, no obligations. Just a talk.” I replied back “Okay” she texted back.

I wondered what she had up her sleeve because with her it’s never just a talk.

I eskişehir escort got out of class at 12:50 and I walked over to a mexican place they had on campus and ordered some quesadillas with meat. They’re so good. I grabbed my food and a gatorade then headed back to the dorm to meet up with Jess. I opened the door and Jess was sitting on her bed with her phone in hand. I looked around and had totally forgot that I didn’t barely unpacked any of my things. I tossed my keys on to the desk by the door, dropped my bag and walked over to my bed waiting for Jess to speak.

It was silent for a couple of minutes until I broke it “Did I come here so we could sit in silence or did you actually want to talk about something, Jess?” she looked at me and then spoke “Yeah, I want to talk. I’m sorry that what happened happened. You’re right I was in my right mind when it happened but it didn’t mean anything. You were away and I just..” I cut her off before she could finish. “You just what? I was gone for a week Jess. Not a year, not even a month. Are you telling me you couldn’t please yourself until then Jess? If you say you couldn’t that’s bullshit and we both know it. We dated for a year and a half and I highly highly doubt that this happened just once. I don’t know what you’re expecting because I don’t trust you. Will I ever? I don’t know” I got up to leave but before I did I said one more thing “You gave up a D1 scholarship to supposedly come and win me back. That should mean something but it doesn’t. You wasted a scholarship”

Before I could slip out the door she grabbed my arm and pulled me to her. “Just hug me Sarah” she whispered into my ear sending chills down my neck. I don’t know why I obliged but I did. I had my long blonde hair in a pony tail giving direct access to my neck, my weak spot. She kissed and licked my neck. Before I could object I ended up moaning. Jess was exploring my body hitting the spots only she would know. Don’t get me wrong I protested and protested.. kind of. They were weak attempts because I didn’t really want her to stop.

She titled my head up and kissed me, slipping her tongue in to my mouth. She had been chewing gum, big league chew watermelon to be exact, I could taste it. She slipped her hand under my shirt giving me goose bumps like only her touch could do. Then she changed up and slid her hand in the waist of my shorts. “jess” I started to say she briefly stopped the kiss to respond “shhh. We’ll talk later, just let me enjoy this now” Before I could protest I felt her hand on my clit forcing me to moan into her lips. “Uhhh jess.”

I guess we were so involved that we didn’t hear the door open or maybe this was planned.

“Sarah!!!!”

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A Romance, In Pieces Ch. 02

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Andre set his laptop on the desk next to the window and slumped against the mullion, squinting into the sunlight. From his desk on the 39th floor he had a crystal-clear view of Lake Ontario. From here he had a semi-obstructed view of the construction site next door.

“Why are we down here again,” he asked no one in particular.

Across the divider a co-worker looked up from unpacking a box of portable hard drives. “Because our office has no power,” he said, “remember? They’re rewiring the entire floor this week.”

Andre nodded. “Right. Three hundred-million-dollar building fucked up by a raccoon.” He slumped into his chair and flipped open the computer. The model of the condo tower he was working on materialized on the screen, toolbars and menus on the monitor next to it. He took a sip of coffee from the paper cup near the edge of the desk and got to work.

Two hours later, he leaned back in the chair and sighed, rubbing his eyes. The glare on his screens from the unshaded windows made it impossible to concentrate on the fine colored latticework of lines defining the model. He shifted in several directions, attempting to block the light, but nothing worked. To make matters worse, the drone of the pneumatic hammers next door had been constant for the last 40 minutes. Snapping the laptop shut he shoved himself away from the desk and headed to the break room for a drink.

He popped open the refrigerator, frowned. All the shelves were empty, save for someone’s plastic-wrapped peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a small tub of Greek yogurt set on top. He shut the door and surveyed his remaining options; one vending machine loaded with soda and another with juice and tea. He dug a credit card out of his pocket and swiped it through the reader. Two-fifty seemed like a lot for lemonade, but whatever.

He tossed the lid into the recycling bin and leaned back against the counter, taking several swigs of the liquid refreshment. He sighed. Considered returning to his desk. But decided against it for the moment, instead distracting himself with the construction underway on the other side of the glass.

The skeleton was taking shape. The structural columns were already up and the concrete floor plates in place. Near the elevator towers a worker cut steel studs to size with a chop saw. Two guys lugged rolls of vapor barrier to a pile of material off to the right. And at the edge of the floor nearest Andre’s window a worker in jeans and a tee shirt with a full sleeve tattoo over one arm nailed steel track to the concrete with something resembling a large elongated handgun.

Andre paused. That tattoo looked familiar. Like an H. R. Giger drawing. “No way,” he muttered, disbelieving his eyes. He rapped his knuckles on the window. The worker looked up. Then around. Then away. The reflective coating on the glass probably made it difficult for anyone to see in from outside. Setting the lemonade on the counter he dashed out of the breakroom into the stairwell, down to the lobby and out to the street.

Rounding the corner of the building he sprinted across the narrow plaza and up to the orange construction fence surrounding the neighboring site. He searched the edge of the second floor for the person he’d seen through the window. Directly above him a tattooed arm appeared, then disappeared beyond the edge of the concrete. “Lucy!” he shouted over the buzz of the chop saw. He waited a moment, then called out again. A white hard hat appeared over the edge, followed by a familiar face. Her eyes narrowed, squinting in the sun.

“Andre?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he replied. “So…what are you doing here?”

Lucy shed the hard hat and rested a knee on the floor. Her hair cascaded over her shoulder as she pointed to the scene behind her.

“Working,” she replied. “What um…what are you doing here?”

Andre pointed to the building behind him. “Working.” They smiled at each other. He opened his mouth to speak but stopped when she did the same. They laughed. She motioned for him to continue. He shrugged. “How have you been?”

“Good,” she said, “I’ve been good. How about you?”

Andre’s reply was interrupted by a voice from above them both. “Larsson!” it shouted. “Where do you want these strap anchors?”

“Be right up,” Lucy shouted back. She looked down at Andre, rolling her eyes. “I have to go,” she said, “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, no, I understand. Do you um…do you get lunch?”

She smiled, seeming suddenly, inexplicably shy. “11:30,” she answered.

He nodded. “See you at 11:30 then?”

She nodded, rising to her feet. “11:30.” She lingered a moment, watching him, before disappearing beyond the edge of the floor. Andre nodded, smiling to himself. He slipped his hands into his pockets and headed back inside.

…

The next 90 minutes flew by, and before he could accomplish anything productive, Andre found himself back outside, leaning on the corner of the fence, waiting for Lucy. It was warmer now — at least it felt that way. He unzipped his sweater a quarter of the way, the April breeze cool on his neck. As he watched the traffic roll by, he felt a gaziantep escort tap on his shoulder. He turned to find Lucy, now in a white knit Maple Leafs beanie and a light jacket, pulling off her gloves and stuffing them into the back pockets of her jeans.

“So,” she said, tucking hair behind her ear, “what is there to eat around here?”

“Well,” Andre replied, “on this block we’ve got tacos and burgers. You have a preference?”

“Mmm. I would kill for a taco about now.”

Andre laughed. “Fortunately, you won’t have to,” he replied. “Luis will make you as many as you want.”

…

Ten minutes later they were seated on the patio of Taqueria Mexicano, each with a soft drink and a basket of tacos. She had shed her jacket over the back of her chair, hung her beanie over a finial of the wrought iron fence between them and the sidewalk. Andre pulled his sleeves up over his forearms, set his phone face down next to his cup. The midday sun danced across the metal table, reflecting pools of light up onto their faces and warming their arms. The traffic provided a white noise background for their conversation.

“Okay, help me out here,” Andre began, midway through his first taco. “How does one go from selling guitars to framing condos in ten weeks?”

She laughed. “Right, soooo that was a temp job. This is my real job.”

“You’re a carpenter.” His disbelief was evident in his tone.

Lucy shrugged. “I don’t look like a carpenter?”

Andre laughed. “I’ve met hundreds of carpenters. None of them look like you.”

“All right,” she conceded. “How does one go from shredding metal riffs in a sound booth at a music store to…standing on a street corner catcalling construction workers.”

He raised a hand in protest. “That is not what happened.”

“I know,” she admitted, “but I have no idea what you do now so I made something up.”

Andre shook his head, smiling. “Music is my weekend gig,” he said with a certain resignation. “Monday through Friday I’m an architect. It’s not as cool as the weekender, but, it pays the bills.”

Lucy shrugged. “I know plenty of…cool…architects.”

He frowned. “No you don’t.”

“You’re right,” she nodded, “I don’t.” They laughed together before she added, “Well, maybe one.”

Andre sipped his drink while Lucy finished her taco. He watched, admiring her. She’d been a fixture in his memory since their previous encounter. He’d returned to the music store several times, hoping to run into her. But he had long since accepted he would never see her again and filed the event away as one of those once-in-a-lifetime moments some people are just lucky enough to experience. Now she was here. Across from him. Smiling in the sun.

She gulped her soda and set it at the edge of the table, clearing the space between them. “So,” she said, cocking her head. “Tell me something people don’t know about you.”

Andre considered the directive. There wasn’t much he kept secret. Certainly nothing he considered interesting. He shrugged. “I played college hockey.”

She laughed. Not the reaction he expected. “You can’t just make it up,” she said, “that ruins the fun.”

“Seriously,” he insisted. “Michigan Wolverines, number 12, left wing, three years.” She shook her head. “What,” he challenged, “I don’t look like a hockey player?”

She shook her head, pointing to her mouth. “You still have all your teeth.”

He frowned. Then chuckled. Not at all where he thought she was going with that. “Point taken,” he conceded, “I did play though, I swear.”

“Okay,” she said, still sounding unconvinced. “Tell me something else.”

“I wanted to be a writer,” he said finally, his tone far more reflective than he had intended. He was surprised the words even left his mouth. Of the things he didn’t talk about, that one was tucked away at the back of the vault. Lucy, however, seemed intrigued.

“Then why aren’t you a writer?”

He sighed, uncomfortable. “I guess I wasn’t very good at it. I wrote a novel, some short stories, a few screenplays. I shopped them around, entered some competitions. No one was interested.”

She frowned. “So you became an architect instead.”

Andre shrugged. “I was already an architect. I just…stopped trying to get out of it I guess.”

“Huh.” she replied. Her voice sounded flat. Wounded even. “That’s kind of a downer.”

“It’s not all bad,” he countered. “I can draw a perfectly straight line without a ruler, bet you can’t do that.”

She laughed. Andre bit into his last taco. “What about you,” he said. “What do you not like to talk about?”

Lucy drummed her fingers on the tabletop, mulling over the question. “I have a theoretical mathematics degree from Princeton.”

Andre’s eyebrows leapt up. “Wut?”

“Magna cum laude. Minor in Astronomy.”

“Astronomy,” he repeated, floored by the revelation, “and theoretical mathematics. So…you’re basically like…a genius.” He kicked himself under the table for sounding like a drunken frat boy. She shook her head.

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“Why aren’t you sipping wine at dinner hatay escort party with the other academics theorizing about orbits and the origins of the universe?”

Lucy slurped her soda. “I don’t drink wine, I suck at dinner parties, and I hate academics.”

Andre laughed. “So you’re a brilliant, yet disaffected mathematician, distracting herself from professional morose by framing condos…and occasionally selling guitars.”

“More or less,” she shrugged, smiling. “Seriously though? I like this better. I’m outside, I’m exercising, and it pays better than math. I can theorize on my own time.”

“Okay,” Andre nodded, “I can respect that.”

He finished his drink as she popped the lid from her cup and crunched on several pieces of crushed ice. She mesmerized him. Her hair was different now. Longer, and symmetrical, but still glossy black and slightly curled. Her eyes sparkled like sapphires in the early spring light. The cool lake breeze drew goosebumps up all over her arms, and her nipples strained against the heathered fabric of her shirt. Suddenly, something she mentioned earlier registered in his brain.

“Wait a minute,” he started, creasing his forehead, “the music store was a temp job?” Lucy nodded, crunching another ice cube. “So, you didn’t…need to sell me that guitar? Or offer me…the discount?”

Lucy smiled, her eyes falling to the table, cheeks a deepening shade of pink. She bit her lip, then looked up. “Can I be honest with you,” she asked, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

“Sure,” Andre puzzled.

Lucy glanced around, noting a family seating at the table closest to them. She leaned forward, across the table. He followed suit, turning an ear toward her lips. She took a deep breath and held it a moment, then whispered, “I just really wanted to suck your cock.”

Andre froze, waiting for his heart to beat, uncertain he heard what he thought he did. He turned toward her. She shrugged, her eyes wide and bright. Slowly she settled back in her chair, tipping the last of her ice into her mouth. Andre straightened up, rubbed his chin. He opened his mouth to speak, but sighed instead, a shy smile creasing his lips. “I’m uh…flattered,” he said finally, keenly aware of the stirring in his khakis.

“What time is it,” Lucy crunched.

Andre flipped his phone over. “About noon,” he replied. “Do you have to go?”

She shook her head. “Half-an-hour.” She twisted in her seat, looking back toward the construction site. “So, you work in that building, huh.”

“I do,” he replied, “thirty-ninth floor. Great view of the lake.” She craned her neck to look up, then turned back to him, subtly shifting her eyes away. Another thought flashed through his head. “You want to see it?”

…

They stepped off the elevator together onto a dim, empty thirty-ninth floor. Stacks of ceiling tiles leaned against every vertical surface. Ladders obstructed many of the walkways, poking through the open ceiling grid, spools of wire set on their top steps. Above, mesh cable trays conveyed miles of bundled wire from one end of the room to the other in both directions.

“What happened here,” Lucy wondered, glancing around.

“Raccoon,” Andre replied. “They have to rewire the whole floor.”

“Damn,” Lucy laughed, “little bastard.”

He led her around a corner to a large frosted glass wall. Etched on the door in the center in a stylized technical font were the words “DHC Architecture — Toronto.Chicago.Vancouver.” Gripping the pull bar, he swung it open and ushered her inside.

Lucy stood in awe in the center of the reception space, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling renderings of the firm’s projects printed on glass plates near the walls. A glossy white reception desk swept off to the right, leading into a spacious lounge surrounded by swooping wood and metal desks and tables — separated by glass dividers. The lights hung from the ceiling like blades, neatly bundled cables branching out high above. She drifted further into the lounge, Andre following behind her.

Bending a corner, they came to a long narrow light table featuring 3D-printed models of more buildings. Lucy gravitated to a slender, angular one with an elliptical curve at one end. She leaned over it, studying it closely, smiling. “You designed this?” she asked.

“I worked on it,” he replied. “Can’t say I designed it. Why?”

“My crew framed all the condo units. Do you know how many times we cursed out the asshole who designed an elliptical curtain wall?”

Andre laughed. “I tried to talk them out of that.” he protested. “But Diana told me to shut the fuck up and get back to drafting.”

“Well fuck that bitch,” Lucy quipped, “what the hell does she know!”

“Well, she’s the managing partner, so…I shut the fuck up and got back to drafting.”

Lucy laughed. Their arms brushed each other as they turned. Andre caught her fingers in his and she curled them to hold on. She was warm, her grip strong. They lingered together a moment before finally breaking away. He thought he detected a smile crease her lips.

“Soooo,” she wondered, gesturing hatay escort at the desks, “which one is you?”

Andre pointed to a chest high white glass divider behind two large format printers. On the far side of it was a generous space hosting a desk with three large monitors, and a floor-to-ceiling view of Lake Ontario. Lucy’s eyebrows jumped, seeking confirmation. He waved a hand to usher her in. She weaved around the glass and made a beeline for the windows, Andre following behind. Her shoulder resting against the mullion, she gazed out into the blue.

“Holy shit,” she mumbled, scanning the entire vista. “How did you score this spot?”

Andre shrugged. “Apparently, nobody wanted to sit by the printers. It was the only space open when I got here.”

Lucy shook her head. “How do you get any work done?”

He stepped up beside her, his bicep nudging her shoulder. “I guess you get used to it after a while,” he said. Looking out he watched the water, rippling with white caps, gently bobbing small boats escaping their berths early in the season. The piers were peppered with people enjoying the warm rays of sunlight after a dreary wet winter. Aircraft lined up over the lake on approach to the airport. He glanced at Lucy’s face, her eyes still wide, smile broad, and realized that while he looked out this window nine hours a day, five days a week, he hadn’t truly seen through this window for a very long time.

He slipped his arm behind her back, resting his hand on her hip. The shift nudged her toward him, nesting her in the crook of his shoulder. Her head bumped his cheek, surprising him. Her hair smelled like vanilla and he filled his head with the scent in one deep breath. The hand on her hip gave a gentle squeeze and her body slipped in front of his, her shoulders across his chest, her ass against the bulge in his groin.

She leaned into him, sending a shiver up his spine from his cock to his brain. He traced his fingers along a vein up her left arm, cupping his hand around just below her shoulder. The other hand left her hip, crossed behind her head and raked away a swath of that piano black hair. He lowered his head, brushed his lips over her skin, kissing the radiant ivory nape of her neck. She switched her hips, her right arm crossing her chest to hold the one squeezing her shoulder. Her head fell back against him, her eyes closed, a long deep sigh escaping her throat. “Took you long enough,” she breathed.

Andre chuckled into her shoulder, working slowly back up her neck. “Just wanted to be sure we were cool,” he replied. “Didn’t want to be that guy.”

“What guy?” she questioned. “The kind of guy that takes a girl he barely knows up to his office and makes out with her in front of the window for everyone to see?”

He shrugged. “I took you to lunch first.”

Lucy laughed, twisting around to face him, her forehead tipped back, touching his. “You took me to lunch so now I should sleep with you?”

Andre shook his head, the tip of his nose brushing the bridge of hers. “Only if you want to.”

Lucy freed her arms from the embrace, draping them over his neck. She slipped her hands around the back of his head, lacing her fingers together, tugging him toward her. She planted her lips firmly against his, assuring there could be no mistaking her answer. He pulled her in tight, one arm around her waist, the other round her shoulders. She breathed through her nose, refusing to release him. When he finally broke away, they faced each other, nose to nose, panting.

“I’ve been waiting three months for that,” they blurted out together. They laughed, Andre stroking her hair, Lucy stroking his face. He glanced back over his shoulder at the room, then turned back to her. “There’s something else I’ve been waiting for,” he whispered. She cocked her head, curious. He smiled, mischievous.

He gripped her waist with both hands, hoisting her up off her feet. She squeaked in surprise, cupping a hand over her mouth to silence herself. He carried her across the floor, setting her firmly on the end of his desk. Before he could extricate himself from his sweater, she had wriggled free of her jacket and tossed it on the floor.

He kissed her again, a hand behind her head, the other on her shoulder, easing her down onto the desktop. She held tight, arms around his neck, but he slipped through, his eyes fixed on hers as he moved, hands tracing the outline of her shape. Reaching her waist, he flipped up the base of her shirt, exposing her taut abdomen to the sunlight streaming through the windows. Deft musician’s fingers separated the buttons at the waist and fly of her jeans, then curled themselves over the edge of the denim between her underwear and her skin. She understood what he wanted.

She raised her hips slightly as he pulled, and in one fluid motion swept her jeans from her waist down over her ass to the middle of her thighs. She gasped as her skin touched the cool glass, arching her back to escape. But he held her still, his kiss contacting just below her navel, skipping down in tiny jumps toward the furnace between her legs. He veered left at the fork, plotting a path along the top of her thigh down to her knee, where he again gripped the waist of her pants and stripped them down to her ankles. Watching her eyes, he untied her laces, curled her boots off her feet and flung her jeans on top of them in a heap on the floor.

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This is a true story. A few years ago when I was 23, I was dating a girl 6 years older than me. She had 2 kids and therefore couldn’t always find the time to see me – so when she did, it wasn’t always for long, sometimes a matter of hours. She had indicated early on that she loved receiving oral more than anything else, sometimes even more than penetrative sex.

Our first time together was terrific. We really liked each other and coming out of a marriage, I think she just loved that this slightly younger guy was so into her and it really allowed her to come out of her shell and be the way she wanted sexually. The first few times we had slept together, I’d always go down on her first. I’d always started like this, ever since the first girl I slept with; another good story.

The first time she stayed over at my place for the whole night, she was out with girlfriends. I met her after the nightclub and we went back to her friend’s house. I was dying to get her home, but she was quite drunk. When we did leave, it was for her to strip off, don a loose t-shirt and fall asleep. I thought she didn’t get much chance to socialise, being a young mother, certainly not as much as me, so I dropped off to. I awoke in the morning and on an impulse, ducked my head under the covers. She was sleeping in the foetal position and I was soon focusing on her crotch from close range. I began to lick her from front to back. She didn’t stir for a while but then spoke.

“You’re such a dirty bastard”.

I didn’t answer but ploughed on, very gently as she had literally just woken up. I suppose I was equally the instigator for a lot of oral from then on (her receiving) because she then said.

“What do you want me to do?”

I hesitated then sheepishly replied.

“I’d like you to sit on my face but you probably won’t want to”.

“Aye I will!” she declared, now suddenly fully awake.

As soon as I emerged from the covers and lay on my back, she swiftly positioned her thighs each side of my head and sank down onto my tongue. As I began to lick, her blue eyes watched with what looked like arousal and fascination.

There was no prior agreement that this would this sexual act would lay the foundations of many more liaisons but as I had actually offered to perform something for her sole enjoyment, there seemed to be no hurry. I had wondered about her comment earlier when she asked me what I wanted her to do. On reflection, she was saying it as if she felt obliged but not enthusiastic about doing something for me perhaps a blowjob. Once she realised I was offering the exact opposite, her true excitement emerged. I licked her for a while, as she watched me from above with a half smile on her face.

“Do it from side to side?” she said to me at one point and I obliged, my tongue running across her pussy as she pressed close to my mouth.

Then I varied my technique again and she slid forward a little so I could tongue fuck her properly.

To be fair to her, she had a hairless bum, an amazing pussy and even her juices tasted good. I lapped at them as I continued thrusting my tongue inside her. Eventually, she seemed to grow bolder herself as she yelled.

“Keep your tongue out” and proceeded to literally ride my face.

I had never experienced this before and kept up my efforts as she climaxed. Afterwards, she rested then finally slipped off my face. I wasted no time in mounting her and we had incredible sex, before she had to leave.

Another typical occasion was when she came through to my flat one night, but was unable to stay. In fact, she was meeting some of the girls from work for a drink again, non-alcoholic for her as she was driving home afterwards. Returning to my flat about 9pm, we ended up in the bedroom. I was excited seeing her in hold ups and began the familiar position of eating her pussy. At one point she gripped my hair bringing my eyes into focus with hers saying

“You’ll keep doing that until I tell you to stop”.

I licked her with more enthusiasm when she gripped my hair even harder.

“Don’t look away from me,” she said and I strived to maintain eye contact with her as I licked her out.

It went on for some time and after she had cum twice I slid up her body to fuck her.

The next occasion was at a time when things were a bit rocky. We were both unsure of where things were going but she wasn’t one to fuck around and felt it either had to be right with me or not at all. Arriving one Friday night, she sat on the couch as I tried to persuade her to take her trousers off. After much persuasion and a promise of some amazing oral sex, she relented and I sank to the wooden floor, removing her trousers then her knickers. After about 5 minutes of my tongue she asked me to turn the light in the room up a bit so she could watch better.

I did so and for the next 45 minutes, through a mixture of reading her body language and subtle instructions she spoke I had managed to bring her close to orgasm a few times, stopping for a moment to let her recover then beginning the process again. At ısparta escort one point, I rimmed her but only for a few minutes. She enjoyed it immensely, telling me to go from side to side, up a bit, down a bit until she managed to switch off from my oral ministrations by flicking on the tv. As she watched it, I licked slowly so she was in control of the enjoyment and sensing she could last longer, she changed tack again.

This time, she picked up the newspaper so that it prevented us from seeing each other and began to read it. Occasionally she would ask me something about an article or tell me to go up a bit until after an hour, it became too much. She put down the paper, gripped my hair as she always did when coming, then had an intense orgasm, thrashing my head about as I tried to maintain contact with her clitoris.

Once it was over, I licked her for another 5 minutes before she pushed me away. In less than 10 minutes, she was fully dressed and heading for the door, then she drove home. She didn’t mention much about it, but she had enjoyed her oral servicing a lot, being the focus of attention and not having it lead to intercourse.

About 3 weeks later, she showed up again on a Friday. I could tell there was something different as I again tried to get her to take her clothes off, kissing her, trying to turn her on. My intention was to hopefully fuck her and I was prepared to give her amazing oral to get her in the mood. We had pulled a spare duvet onto the sofa where I lay with her. She was also clearly turned on as I kissed her stomach and eventually she relented, telling me to remove her trousers. I did so and this time as I licked her, she brazenly parted her thighs, pulling back the duvet to watch me as she. After a while she said down a bit and kept up her observation as I tongued lower until I was licking her arse.

My tongue sought entry into her ass as she continued to watch. After a short while I asked if I could get a glass of water and promised to rush straight back in. She was very reluctant to let me stop but I was surprised, as she appeared in the kitchen doorway, naked apart from a short cardigan and the duvet around her shoulders.

“Do it in here” she said and I knelt down and began to tongue her as she cocked one leg up.

She kept moving forward until she was facing away from me.

“C’mon then” she said moving to the sink and refilling the glass of water.

I understood what she wanted me to do and kneeling behind her, I parted her bum cheeks and began to rim her enthusiastically.

“What’s that noise?” she said as she turned the tap off.

Outside there were people walking past on the pavement.

It was an attic flat and the slanted window built in against the sloping roof made it impossible to see out.

“Why don’t you go to the living room window and see?” I said, meaning the bay window at which she would be able to look down on the street below.

She didn’t say anything but walked through to the living room window, the duvet around her shoulders but pulled up so her legs and ass were visible. I didn’t say anything but knelt behind her again. My tongue found her asshole again and I entered it, beginning once again to rim her. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but the paper was on the windowsill and she had picked it up and started leafing through it. Down below, I had begun a steady rhythm; fucking her ass with my tongue while she stood silently, not even an indication she knew I was there. My face was pressed to her ass cheeks, my mouth glued to her orifice to allow my tongue to dig deeper but she didn’t even acknowledge my efforts. In fact if anything, she completely ignored me.

This went on for a long time. The only sounds were my oral ministrations and her flicking through the paper above me. Eventually, she simply walked away from me to sit on the sofa, parting her legs. I immediately dove into her pussy, my mouth seeking her clitoris, but moving swiftly back to her pussy lips and licking inside them. This time, it only lasted 10 minutes before she stopped me.

“I want to sit,” she announced so I fetched two cushions and lay on the hard wooden floor.

Her knees settled on the cushions each side of my head and I heard the remote control activating the tv. Somehow, she managed to switch off from my oral ministrations and seemed content to let me pleasure her front and back with my bold tongue. Occasionally, she would slide forwards or backwards, almost giving me an indication of which orifice I should lick.

At one point she lifted herself a little higher. It meant there was a gap between my face and the wet crotch above me but I stretched my tongue to reach. Perhaps this was her small way of ‘giving something back’ to the sexual events, as if giving me some breathing space was making things equal between us. I wasn’t sure if this was comfortable for her and my hands were holding her waist at this point. Then I felt her shift on the cushions a little and once she had her knees firmly supported on soft cushions again properly, she kastamonu escort lowered herself to my face. This time, there was no gap; she simply let herself get completely comfortable. My tongue had already slid with total ease into her fuck hole and I was actively swallowing her juices quite loudly now in order for my mouth not to fill up with them.

I was feeling quite submissive to her desires at this point and surprised myself by reaching up to touch her upper back. This wasn’t hard as she was sitting on my face, toward my feet. I began to gently massage her shoulder blades and heard an appreciative sigh.

“Mhhmm” she said above me.

As I began to gently massage her shoulder blades, she slid forward a little, bringing her arse into contact with my mouth again. I didn’t hesitate to seek entry again while she pressed down to help me drive my tongue in deeper, all the while enjoying my shoulder massage. It became a liberating and enjoyable addition to her night, as she began to occasionally shift position. Her upper body stayed still, but a small shift of her hips brought her pussy directly over my mouth again. When she wanted a change, she simply moved a little to bring her arse over me for more attention.

Her evening was now a long journey of doing nothing but enjoying herself immensely, with me providing the enjoyment. After another long spell, she rose up and went back to the sofa. I positioned myself between her thighs again as she picked up the paper, idly leafing through it.

“Up a bit” she casually announced at times.

“Down a bit” was said a little bit less.

“Side to side now, then fuck your tongue in me” was said a couple of times.

She sat completely and utterly relaxed while I had been on the wooden floor for quite a long time now in front of her on my knees. It had gone past the stage of me hoping I would get to fuck her that night; it was clear she was enjoying the situation and was intent on receiving as much pleasure as possible. Suddenly, she put down the paper and pulled my head to her.

“Fuck, lick me!!!!!!!!!!!!” she yelled, her thighs contracting, hands in my hair as she came hard against my mouth.

She was so attuned to her own needs that even when I attempted a final effort to fuck her, beginning to unbutton my trousers, she closed her legs saying no.

I tried to pacify her by kissing her thighs and gently licking the lower part of her slit, until she relaxed again. Knowing her clit would be too sensitive, I concentrated on her arse, causing my nose to stimulate her pussy and making breathing a little difficult. She seemed to relax even further though and didn’t move positions; she simply picked up the paper again and ignored me. After 20 minutes of this, I really began to lick and suck at her pussy lips, while she sat in an orgasmic daze until her inevitable 2nd orgasm arrived.

After it was over, she again simply dressed and left within 15 minutes.

After that night, she made no secret that she had enjoyed the focus being firmly on her oral pleasure. She even joked on the phone that she could have a leash or tie my head to her waist so my tongue was right up her arse and she could issue orders such as Keep doing that until I say otherwise. She found this highly amusing and highly arousing that we could do this. After a few drinks one night, she was staying over at my place, intending on returning home the next day. Once back in my flat, we retired to bed quite quickly. She seemed quite horny and in the pub had told me earlier

“You’ll need your jaw muscles when you’re licking me out tonight” and I knew roughly what her intentions were.

Once in bed, she surprised me by getting on top. As her bra came off, she was already down to her knickers too.

“Beg Me,” she said, a nipple over my face.

“Please let me suck your breasts, please” I attempted and she lowered one breast to me.

My mouth went to work, sucking gently, licking, and rolling my tongue over her whole breast for several minutes.

“Now the other one” she said simply, shifting her torso to bring her other breast into contact with my mouth.

I begged a little again and after a few minutes my tongue was gliding down her stomach as she rose higher above me. Positioning herself, even as her knickers slid off, her thighs were soon either side of my head.

“Beg me again,” she said, her voice husky with lust.

“Please, I’m begging you, please let me lick you delicious pussy. I’ll do it better than I’ve ever done it, for as long as you like. Please, I’m begging you” I said as convincingly as possible and at that moment I meant it.

“Oh all right” she said, almost grudgingly and dropped her wet pussy onto my mouth.

My tongue and lips immediately caressed her every way I knew how, sucking, slurping and swallowing her juices, while she watched above me.

“What are you doing?” she said as she slid forward a little on my face.

“Please let me lick your beautiful bum, it’s so divine” I said even as she sat firmly on my mouth kayseri escort to make sure I did exactly that.

As she slid back again later, I was becoming used to her alternating which orifice I was expected to lick.

“I’m a lucky boy,” I said, my thoughts coming out expressively.

“Yes, you are a lucky boy, aren’t you? And don’t you forget it” she said, no trace of gratification at my efforts in her voice.

She really seemed to be enjoying directing my tongue work, ordering me to go from side to side, fuck her deeply with my tongue or pleasure her clit. After some time, she got up off my face. And bent forward, her knees on the bed still but her head resting on her hands, to let her bum sit high in the air. I moved behind her and began to rim her again.

She enjoyed this for a while before lounging back on the bed as I lashed her pussy with my tongue. She held my head between her legs and pulled hard on my hair as she came hard. Only then did I fuck her. She did love me inside her and we had incredible sex. I was so turned on and would often cum twice when I could finally fuck her. In the morning, I woke her with my tongue before she left.

On another occasion, we returned from a wedding reception. She put on a short t-shirt of mine and once we were in bed, I was ready to kiss her but instead she looked at me, looked at her crotch then back at me again. When I didn’t immediately ‘get the hint’ she nodded down to her crotch again. I kissed over her stomach while she sighed and smiled, resting her head on her arms as I felt her thighs slip over my shoulders. I felt her completely relax as I began to probe her pussy with my tongue. She was in no hurry to rush towards an orgasm and I wanted to fuck her so I took my time and threw all my efforts into it. Just when I thought I was getting into a rhythm she liked, her legs moved and she rolled over and up into a position where her arse was in the air with her head resting on her hands in front of her. I took that as my queue to rim her. Once I had found purchase and got my tongue into her arse, I paused, straightened it and as much as I could, I thrust it deep into her. Withdrawing, I did it again very slowly and struck up a rhythm of deep and slow.

“That feels FAN TAS TIC,” she said slowly as I managed to get deeper than ever before.

I managed to continue a steady motion, while she had a dreamy look on her face. It was a strain on my tongue but she was wrapped up in her own pleasure now as I continued ceaselessly.

“Right, lie down again, I want to sit,” she said after what seemed like an age and I lay on my back.

She remounted my face and began to work towards orgasm.

“Keep your tongue out!” she said urgently, then began to fuck herself on it until she was yelling out in orgasm.

Afterwards, she slumped off me and sighed as my cock pistoned into her. I was incredibly turned on and it was an effort not to just cum but I held back, long enough to get some enjoyment too.

On another occasion, we were indulging in a very rare 69. The last time she had taken me in her mouth was over a year prior to this. She was on top and my tongue was slowly trailing a furrow through her admittedly delicious pussy, darting down to lap her ass too. She held my cock in one hand and after a few sucks would stop. The gaps became longer until I realised she wasn’t into it so I positioned her until she was upright on my face. Instead, she moved off me completely and I spun around on the bed so my head was on the pillow, while she smiled and mounted my face, staring down at me. It had gone from mutual pleasure to just her pleasure and she gave a sigh of appreciation as I began to lick her again. As she relaxed, she slid forward until my nose was in her slit and my tongue was at her arse. She would then move back and seemed to take great enjoyment from the change in stimulus.

In all honesty, she loved fucking me but it was clear that however we had sex, her satisfaction came first. As she sat on my face that night, she looked down at me and said, “I get all the pleasure and that’s the only thing that counts” as I licked her achingly slowly. I simply looked up at her and nodded as best I could while I concentrated on exactly that – her pleasure. By this point, she would sometimes find it fun if I begged to go down on her, despite it being for her enjoyment and receiving all the pleasure. It turned her on a lot.

While with me all this time, she was going through a divorce and trying to buy a house for her and the kids. I helped out when she began to get more stressed about everything and provided some money for her deposit, not much but a few hundred and made sure the ex gave her space. Sex had suddenly stopped while she became really stressed and I wasn’t sure how to get it back on track but once I’d helped her secure the house, she was delighted. Before long, it was time for her to move in and I helped her do so. By this point, I was keen to see her more often and resume our sex life. The opportunity arose one Friday night when she came round to my flat. After a lot of oral, both pussy and arse licking, I fucked her for almost as long and came twice. In the morning, we repeated this before she went home but I was invited round the following Thursday. The kids were up and it wasn’t until they went to bed that she turned to me.

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Donna sat back in the couch sipping another glass of wine. She wasn’t much of a drinker but the events of this week were easier ponder with the help of the alcohol.

A few days earlier she had stumbled across a bookmark on her husbands computer that took her to an armature porn website’s contributors page and—much to her dismay—there was a set of six pictures of her completely naked.

The pictures were taken by her husband on vacation with their new digital camera and she had assumed that they had been deleted. She had no idea that her husband would dare post them for all the world to see.

Donna was a very attractive “Filippina”, born in the Philippines but having grown up in the United States after immigrating with her parents at the age of five. She had married very young, but even at 40 years of age and with two fully grown children she was very desirable. She was short—standing only 5’3″ and petite, but she had stayed in fantastic shape. She had medium length brown hair and brown eyes, naturally tan skin and firm 32-A breasts that looked larger on her tiny frame.

Donna was proud of her looks, and perhaps would not have minded the pictures being posted had her husband blurred her face and asked her permission. But there she was, the mother of two, a decent church going women who served on the League of Women Voters and worked with the PTA. She would be mortified if anyone saw these photos.

Donna confronted her husband, only to learn that he could not have them removed. She cut him off sexually as punishment, which perhaps was worse for Donna than for her husband. He had to leave for a few days of training and Donna missed him, even if she would not admit it.

Now here she was alone, wearing nothing but her silk robe and with a bottle of wine to console her. At least she had her 7-inch vibrating friend in the nightstand next to her bed to play with later on.

Donna continued to sip on her wine, drinking beyond her normal amount and eventually passed out on the couch and was sound asleep and did not hear the front door open.

Edward, her 20-year-old son entered with his girl-friend Loreli and his 18-year-old sister Vivian. The trio had gone out to see a movie and had been talking about Donna during the car ride back home.

Edward was a muscular 5′ 8″ light skinned attractive man who took after his American father with the exception of his brown hair and eyes. His sister, Vivian was a beautiful young woman with long brown hair and brown eyes. She was very petite, like her mother, with small breasts and a perfect ass.

Edward and Vivian had been telling Edward’s girl-friend, Loreli all about the pictures that Edward had found bookmarked on the family computer. Loreli was surprised by the news. The beautiful blond would have never believed that Donna would do such a thing and she admitted that she really wanted to see the pictures.

When they found Donna asleep on the couch Edward said, “There’s the slut now. Imagine if Dad found out.”

Ignoring her further they went to the den where Edward brought up the post with his mother’s pictures.

Loreli looked at the beautiful mother of her boyfriend. She had always thought Donna to be attractive but was surprised at how well she looked naked. Loreli was a good looking girl too. She was in great shape with full 34-c breasts that many mistook for a D-cup on her slender frame.

She was even more surprised when she saw that her boyfriend’s mom shaved her pussy: It was completely bald except for a thin landing strip above her pussy. Loreli, unlike most of the girls her age, maintained a full—though well trimmed—bush of light brown hair.

“I can’t believe she posted those.” Vivian said of her mother.

“I’m sure she was looking to get fucked while dad’s away.” Edward accused.

“Who do you think took the pictures?” Loreli asked.

“Probably someone she cheated with.” Edward spat.

Loreli returned to the picture showing Donna spread legged on a couch. “Do you think she’s still shaved?”

“How should I know?” Edward answered.

“Well, let’s go find out.” Loreli said as she turned to leave the room.

The blond girl led her boyfriend and his sister back to the living room where Donna still slept on the couch. Without hesitation she untied the robe and opened it, exposing Donna’s naked body to them.

“Damn, she looks better in real life than in the pictures.” Loreli said.

Loreli kept no secrets as to her desire for other women. She found women attractive and had experimented with other girls before. She even once put on a show for Edward, telling him that he owed her something in return. Perhaps tonight she would call in that debt.

Loreli liked Donna, but she was still a little upset with her after the way the older woman had berated her after Vivian’s 18th birthday two weeks earlier. When Loreli had learned that one of the colleges Vivian had been accepted to was an all-girl school Loreli had bought her a gag gift: A special curved two-ended dildo called kayseri escort a ‘feeldo’ that could be used by one girl to fuck another and get both off. Loreli said that she might need it to stay happy at an all-girl school.

Donna had thought the gift inappropriate and—even though she had experimented with lesbianism in her younger days—did not want anyone to encourage Vivian to do any such thing.

As the trio stood there staring down at Donna’s exposed body Loreli rubbed her hand between her boyfriend’s legs.

“Oh my god, you have a hard on.” She announced.

Edward backed away from his girlfriend’s hand. He had not realized it but it was true, he had become aroused looking at his naked mother. She was very attractive for a woman twice his age, but he had never really thought of her in that way.

“You should fuck her.” Loreli suggested.

“What?” Edward asked in shock.

“Well, she obviously is looking for cock so why don’t you give her what she wants. Besides, this will make us even for me getting Cynthia to have sex with me for you. And besides, you obviously are horny for her.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Vivian said at the notion of her brother having sex with her mom.

“Go for it, she’ll never know and it will be your way of getting back at her for what she is doing to your dad.” Loreli continued, “And you can fuck her without a condom.”

Edward looked down at his mother’s nude body. He was horny and she was very desirable. He remembered some of his old high school friends talking about how hot she was. And it was true that he wanted her to be punished for trying to cheat on his dad by advertising on the internet. Why shouldn’t he take advantage of this situation, besides, it would really turn his girlfriend on to watch this.

The fact that he could fuck her without a rubber sealed the deal. Edward had fucked several girls and enjoyed a very regular sex life with Loreli, but other than blow jobs, everything else had to be done with a rubber. He always wanted to feel a pussy wrapped around his hard cock without anything to lessen the sensation. Now here was a pussy just waiting to be fucked.

“You’re not really going to fuck her are you?” Vivian asked.

“Why not?” Edward replied as he began undoing his pants.

“Oh my god.” Vivian remarked as she watched her brother disrobe in front of her. His stiff cock was ready as he got down on his knees and spread his mother’s legs apart. He pushed his finger into her twat then bent down to lick her pussy in order to get it wet enough for his cock.

Donna lay there oblivious to what was happening. But as her son’s tongue began licking her pussy she began to dream of being pleasured.

“Go ahead and fuck her.” Loreli said, wanting to see Edward bury his cock into his mother before he changed his mind.

At Loreli’s urging Edward rose up and pushed his hard cock between his mother’s pussy lips and gradually began to push inside of her. He could not believe that he was actually going through with this, but the deeper he pressed in the more excited he became.

Donna’s pussy felt wonderful around his bare cock. Never before had Edward felt pussy in this way and soon he was slamming his cock into his mother not caring that his sister was watching.

Loreli lifted her skirt and slid her thong down her shapely legs so that she could finger her swollen clit as she watched Edward fuck his mother. “Viv, go grab the camera.”

Vivian, looking for any excuse to take her eyes off the scene before her did as instructed and brought the digital camera back to Loreli, who took it and with her free hand began to take pictures of Edward fucking Donna.

Vivian knew that she should be appalled by what was happening, but in truth she too was wet and could feel her pussy burning with desire as she watched the forbidden lustful action that was happening on the couch.

Donna was dreaming of getting fucked. But this felt better than any dream she had experienced before. As her mind began to slowly awaken she could feel her desire growing. She was on the verge of climax. Then her mind told her that this was no dream. She was indeed getting fucked.

She opened her eyes to find Edward’s face in front of her. “What the fuck!” She exclaimed as she felt and saw her son fucking her with Vivian stood off to the side and Loreli took pictures of the act, with one hand hurriedly rubbing her clit.

“Edward, stop it!” She demanded.

“Don’t you dare stop.” Loreli yelled back.

Edward did not need his girlfriend’s instructions, for he was too into it now to ever consider stopping. This may be wrong, but it felt too fucking great to quit. And the fact that his mother was now awake made it even more exciting.

“You wanted to get fucked, mom, so now you’re getting fucked.”

Donna was speechless, never had she believed such a thing as this could happen to her. She had been faithful to her husband for their entire marriage and now here she was getting fucked by her kıbrıs escort son. And worse, she was so near to orgasm that she could not stop her body from enjoying it.

“Please stop.” She mumbled as Edward’s cock continued slamming into her, rubbing her clit sensually with every thrust.

“Oh no.” She moaned as she began to climax.

“Oh fuck, she’s cumming!” Loreli cried out as she watched Donna begin to thrash about. She had to pull her hand, wet fingers and all, away from her pussy to make sure to get some good pictures of this.

Donna was mortified at the thought that she was climaxing for her son. But she could not stop the orgasm that flooded her body. And still Edward continued to fuck her.

“Oh god, yes!” Edward yelled as he felt his own orgasm beginning.

“Edward, no! For god’s sake don’t cum in me!” Donna pleaded as she felt her son’s thrust pick up pace in what she knew to be the final act before spewing his semen into her. “Stop!” She cried one last time.

Edward couldn’t stop if he wanted to. He came in his mother’s pussy, unleashing a torrent of cum as he thrust as deep as possible into her cunt.

Edward finished cumming and pulled out of his mother’s pussy. He looked down with satisfaction as he watched cum dribbling out of her pussy and running down along her ass.

“What in the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Donna demanded as she began to get up.

Loreli wasted no time in handing the camera to Edward and grabbing Donna before she got her balance. The blond girl fell back onto the couch, her legs spread and pulling Donna’s face between her legs. “Now get me off!”

Donna did not know what was happening until she felt her face rubbing against Loreli’s wet pussy. The younger woman held her hair tightly in her fists as she pulled Donna’s face between her legs.

“Yea, mom, lick her pussy!”

Donna was not sure of what else to do. She was humiliated about what had just happened, but now her son wanted to watch her eat his girlfriend’s cunt. Feeling that there was little that she could do to resist she stuck out her tongue and complied.

“Oh yes, your mom is licking my pussy.” Loreli said as she felt Donna’s tongue begin to massage her clit. She needed to cum after watching Edward fucking Donna and what better way than to have her boyfriend’s mother get her off with her mouth.

Donna could hear Edward’s crude comments but could see nothing more than the full bush of light brown pubic hair that her nose was buried in as she continued licking Loreli. She could only imagine the sight she must be presenting as she pleasured her son’s girlfriend.

“Yes, make me cum!” Loreli cried out as Donna’s tongue brought her to climax.

Donna could feel the younger woman’s juices spilling out onto her chin as she spasmed with delight. Loreli’s legs squeezed against Donna’s sides as she moaned in ecstasy while forcing this older woman to get her off.

Donna’s hair was finally released and she squatted back onto the floor, wiping Loreli’s juice from her face.

“Your turn, Viv.” Edward said to his sister.

“I can’t.” Vivian replied.

“Come on, I know you have to be horny too.” Loreli added.

Vivian was indeed turned on and it did not take much prompting before she too was sliding her panties off and depositing her petite frame onto the couch before her mother.

“No, don’t make me do this.” Donna said as she looked at her daughter’s spread pussy in front of her.

“Get her off too.” Loreli ordered, pushing Donna’s head forward between Vivian’s legs.

Donna closed her eyes and began licking her daughter’s pussy. She could hear Loreli taking the camera from Edward so that she could get pictures of this latest round of humiliation.

“She licks pussy good, doesn’t she?” Lorelie commented.

“Yes.” Vivian said between moans as her mother’s tongue lapped at her wet box. Vivian had boyfriends go down on her before, but she had never experienced oral sex with another woman. She did not know if she was just so turned on or if her mother was just that good, but no matter what the reason, this felt absolutely wonderful.

“Finger her!” Edward demanded.

Donna raised her right hand and slid one finger into Vivian’s pussy. Her daughter began thrusting her hips up and down as Donna fucked her with her finger while licking her clit.

“Fuck this feels so goooood.” Vivian moaned just as she began climaxing on her mother’s face.

Once her daughter’s hips stopped bouncing around Donna withdrew her finger from Vivian’s tight box and pulled back away. She looked at the three of them. Vivian lay panting on the couch, Donna stood there holding the camera with a wicked smile on her face, and Edward stroked his hard cock.

“Look at what you did, mom.” Edward said as he held his cock before her. “You made me all stiff again. I think you need to kiss it and make it better.”

“Suck his cock!” Loreli agreed.

Edward sat on the chair and ordered his mother to crawl konya escort over between his legs. Donna, her will long gone, did as instructed and knelt obediently before her son. She opened her mouth and took his cock between her lips.

Donna loved giving blow jobs. She would suck her husband off anytime she had the chance. It was probably her favorite thing to do. But this was different; this was her son’s cock that she was sucking.

Edward rose up as his mother began working his rod with her mouth. He knew at once that she was well experienced in this. He had enjoyed several blow jobs, but this was becoming the best ever.

Loreli approached Vivian, “Do you still have that feeldo I gave you?”

“Yes.” Vivian replied, unable to pull her eyes away from watching her mother’s face bobbing up and down on her brother’s cock.

“Go get it.”

Vivian raced to her bedroom and returned with the curved rubber dildlo. Loreli snatched it out of Vivian’s hands and applied the lubricant then slid it into her pussy. Vivian looked at the blond girl standing in front of her with what amounted to a large black rubber cock sticking out from her body.

Lorelie could not believe how well the other end stayed stuffed inside of her as she knelt behind Donna, placing the toy cock up to her pussy.

Donna gasped as she felt the invading instrument entering her, but Edward just grabbed her hair and pulled her face back down until his cock hit the back of her throat.

Loreli began fucking Donna from behind. As she fucked the woman the feeldo rubbed her clit and the bulb inside rubbed her g-spot and the girl knew that this would make her cum too. With that in mind she began slamming the dildo into Donna.

Donna bounced back and forth as she was fucked from behind by her son’s girlfriend but never once stopped working her son’s cock with her mouth.

Edward could feel his balls tightening as his mother’s mouth worked to milk him of another load of cum. Watching Loreli fucking her only quickened his desire for release and sooner than expected he was bucking his hips and filling Donna’s mouth with cum.

Donna felt her son climaxing in her mouth and began swallowing every drop of his cum, continuing to work his cock. If she had to suck him off then he was going to get the best fucking blowjob he had ever experienced. Even when he was finished she continued sucking him, causing Edward to shift about from side to side as his mother’s mouth and tongue caressed his overly-sensitive glands at the head of his cock until he had to push her head away.

Loreli continued fucking Donna from behind, feeling the toy inside of her bringing her closer and closer to orgasm at Donna’s expense. Donna leaned forward, taking every thrust of the rubber cock until she heard Donna cry out with delight.

“Viv, you have got to try this.” Donna said as she pulled the used toy out of Donna’s pussy.

“I don’t know.” Vivian replied.

“Come on, let’s make her ride you.” Edward said.

Vivian came over and took the feeldo from Loreli. She cautiously inserted it into her pussy and lay on the floor as Edward and Loreli lifted Donna and dropped her onto her knees over the dildo. Loreli guided the thing into Donna’s twat as Edward pushed his mother down onto it.

“Now, fuck your daughter.” Loreli ordered as she once again grabbed the camera.

Donna began bouncing up and down on the dildo. As she did so Edward’s cock began growing hard again. Feeling turned on once more he knelt behind his mother and rubbed his cock against her asshole.

Donna did not mind anal sex, but her husband very rarely complied with that request. So instead Donna’s slender vibrator was all that she ever felt up her ass. But now Edward was shoving his hard cock up inside her butt while her pussy was filled with the thick, long dildo.

Cock met toy with just a thin layer of skin between them inside of her as Donna immediately climaxed from the duel fucking. She drooled all over Loreli’s face as she was fucked in both holes and unable to stop the powerful orgasm she was experiencing, all while Loreli took more pictures.

Edward fucked his mother’s asshole causing her to bounce up and down onto the feeldo and soon he could hear his sister’s cries intermingling with his mother’s as both women climaxed together.

Vivian did not think that she could take the multiple orgasms but was unable to stop them from occurring as her mom, driven by the force of Edward’s cock, continued to ride her.

If Vivian was having a time with the multiple orgasms then Donna was going insane from them. What started as a series of multiple orgasms was becoming one continuous climax that had her entire body shaking from head to toe. She was covered in sweat and could do nothing but pant and drool. She was unable to use her arms to hold herself up and lay atop her daughter as the twin invaders continued to fuck her.

Edward pounded his mother’s asshole, desiring nothing more than to unleash inside of her once more. Finally he was ready and he cried out as he came inside of his mother’s ass.

He fell back and rested against the chair as his cock went flaccid. Donna rolled off of Vivian and lay as still as she could while Vivian just looked up at the ceiling.

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When agent K1 regained consciousness everything was black. Her head hurt as if her old soccer team had been using it for the ball. She quickly dismissed any thoughts of being dead. There was no way that being dead could hurt this much. Her brain was trying to work but things were still really fuzzy. What had happened? Where was she?

K1 was a member of a secret UN agency that as far as the rest of world knows does not exist. This secret organization was specifically designed to fight, for lack of a better term super-villains. Strange, mutated and or biologically advanced people who want to take over the world. Yes men and women bent on world domination just like in comic books and TV.

K1 had once been a normal college cheerleader until a UN representative approached her about joining their team of commandos. An orphan of only child parents K1 one had been perfect. If she was killed or disappeared there would be no one who’d miss her.

As K1 tried to move she discovered two things. First, that it was not only her head that hurt but her whole body. Second, that she was strapped down. The straps felt thick and she was guessing nylon or something like that. I’ll use the saw in my watch, K1 thought, it will chew right through these bonds.

“Damn,” Said K1 as she discovered her watch was gone.

Where was it?

“Hello Princes. Looking for this?”

K1 easily recognized that voice, Sheila Green.

Sheila was the sidekick of K1 arch nemeses, Dr. Drew. She was K1’s height and general weight, 5’8 120. They both had a well toned, athletic body type. Sheila was older than K1 but K1 didn’t know by how much. Their fighting skills were also evenly matched, save for the fact that Sheila had a superpower in the form of hands that seem to be able to rip through just about anything.

That is where their similarities ended. K1 had red hair and a pail but bright completion. Sheila had dark black hair with almost green skin. Another major difference was that K1 had an almost boyish figure, flat chest with mosquito bit tits and no butt. Sheila on the other hand was voluptuous with more cures than the pacific coast highway. K1 was usually up beat and fought on the side of good. Whereas Sheila was condescending, smart mouthed and fought for evil.

Sheila almost always wore a green and black suit, her uniform from when she was part of Team G. Years ago Sheila and four other KGB agents had been hit by a meteor which had given them all super powers. They had formed “Team G” and fought for good. Each member of team had a signature color. One brother had dressed in blue and black. Another brother had dressed in purple and black. Sheila’s colors were green and black. K1 figured Sheila still wore the old uniform either out of respect to her old team members, or as a way to thumb her nose at them. Most likely the latter.

“So you’re finally awake.”

“Finally? How long have I been out?” Asked K1.

“Well dear, you’ve been fading in and out for the last couple of hours. I’ve hear concussions will cause you to do that.”

“Concussion?” Once again K1 tried to get up only to be stopped by the straps.

“What are the straps for, Sheila? Afraid you can’t handle me?”

“Oh, I can hand you, but I didn’t want you to get hurt while we were moving you.”

“Where are we Sheila?”

“My Place.”

“You mean we’re not in Dr. Drew’s lair?”

Sheila sighed, “Well, we couldn’t stay there after you blew it up, now could we?”

“No. I guess not.”

Sheila walked over to where K1 lay on a gurney. Sheila undid the straps. K1 moved to sit up once they were gone. Sheila put her hands on K1’s shoulders and lightly pushed her back down onto the table. “Easy, don’t try to get up.”

“Afraid I’ll escape?”

“No. I’m afraid you’ll hurl.”

K1 pushed back on Sheila’s arms and

reached a sitting position. Once there she regretted it. Her head swam and the room began to spin. Nausea hit her and she reached out for anything to steady herself. Sheila slowly moved her back into a laying position. Once flat again K1 grabbed the sides of the gurney and held on for dear life. Within minutes the room came to rest and her stomach settled.

When K1 opened her eyes Sheila was monitoring her breathing and looking at her face. She smiled when she saw that K1’s eyes were open. “I told you not to move.” Surprisingly, Sheila’s face and tone were one of concern not malice.

“You may have smashed your ear drum in the explosion. Not to mention you may still be suffering from a slight concussion.” She continued while pulling out a small pen light and flashing it in K1’s eyes.

Slowly, Sheila moved K1 to a nearby bed. She slowly raised K1 into a sitting position. Looking down K1 saw she was wearing green and black flannel Pajamas that had SG embroidered on the pocket. “Sheila, where are my clothes?”

“You mean these?” Sheila smiled as she held up what was left of K1’s black t-shirt in one hand and her cargo pants in the other. There wasn’t much left of them and what there was çanakkale escort smelled vile.

K1’s mind quick formed a picture of how much of her body would be exposed if she were wearing only the scraps of cloth Sheila was holding up and all the blood rushed to her face in a blush. Sheila seeing K1’s discomfort walked over and sat on the side of the bed. Sheila spoke in an almost sisterly tone, as she stroked K1’s hair, “Don’t worry K1. I got to you before any of Dr Drew’s goons and I made sure none of them saw or touched anything.”

Sheila walked over to a table and brought K1 a drink of water, “And don’t worry about Dr Drew either. He and the boys know better than to come to my house. So it’s just us girls.”

“So you’re just going to let me go?”

“In a little while, yes.” Sheila’s tone turned from sincere to concerned, “I want to make sure you’re ok first.”

“Thanks.” Was all K1 could mange.

“I may be a super villain but I’m not a murder.” Sheila said with more than a bit of umbrage. “Get some rest I’ll be back with another blanket.”

Was this a dream K1 thought. Sheila being nice to her just didn’t seem right. Of course they had never spent that much time together they were always too busy trying to kill each other. But why would Sheila, go to all the trouble of taking care of me? K1 wondered. If she wanted to kill me all the other times we fought.

K1 tried really hard to think of all the time she and Sheila had fought and there had been quite a few. Sheila was older stronger and she had those glowing hands. Even a well trained fighter can’t defeat an opponent with better skills, weapons and the will to use them.

After several minutes of thinking the reason hit K1 and it was startling to say the least. Sheila did not want to kill her. Sheila was playing with her. Every time K1 got better Sheila dialed her fighting skills up another level so they were just about equal. Sheila wanted K1 to keep coming back. But why? Maybe Sheila found some enjoyment in fighting K1. Lord knows K1 did. It was always satisfying to land a good punch or nice kick. But K1 had to admit, to be held down by Sheila or to lie on top of her, holding her down was far more enjoyable.

What the hell am I thinking? K1 thought as she shook her head, Sheila is evil. She doesn’t care about anyone but herself. She captured me, strapped me down and is holding me against my will. Of course I would have died if not for her help. I’m not strapped down now and she did say she was planning to let me go. What the hell Possible. Sheila’s an evil villain and you’re talking like you crushing on her. O my god I am crushing on her.

Sheila walked in carrying a small covered tray. “Are you up for a little dinner?”

Completely forgetting her previous experience with sitting up too fast, K1 did so again with a similar result. This time however, she did hurl and then collapsed onto the floor.

K1 woke up within minutes. Sheila had put the tray down and rusted to her side. She had picked K1 up and resettled her in bed. Fortunately, K1 had hurled all over a small area rug. Sheila simply rolled it up, took it outside and incinerated it a flash of green light. Dusting her hand she returned to the room opened it only window and turned on a ceiling fan.

K1’s face was apologetic to say the least when Sheila walked in. “Sorry about your rug.”

“It’s ok. It was Dr. D’s favorite but I hated it so, Thank you?”

Sheila handed K1 a small bowl full of water and a travel toothbrush and tooth paste.

“Thanks Sheila.”

“No big.” Sheila grimaced, “I’m guessing you’re not hungry.”

“On the contrary, I’m starving.”

Sheila noticeable perked up as she set a serving tray over K1’s lap and put the small plate on it. It was only a chicken salad sandwich and chips but K1 ate it with relish. As she ate K1 decide she had to ask the question that had been bothering her since she woke up. “Sheila, did you see R1?”

Sheila instantly reverted to old Sheila mode at the mention of R1’s Name. “You mean the buffoon. Don’t worry your little side kick slash boyfriend is just fine. I saw him loping away under his own power, so I assume he’s ok.”

There was an awkward silence and then Sheila started in again. “What do you see in him anyway? I mean I know he has an IQ of like 185 but…”

K1 forced a smile. “He’s a big goof.”

K1’s brain was not firing on all cylinders yet, but she knew jealousy when she heard it. Sheila was jealous of R1, but jealous of him for what? K1 soon got her answer.

“Last I heard you two were dating.”

Oh my god she’s jealous that R1 has me, Thought K1. So why is Sheila Jealous of R1 having me and more important why does that kind of excite me?

“No. I mean we went out once…”

“But…” Sheila asked her tone softening now that R1 was no longer the topic of interest.

“But, He’s more like a brother than a boyfriend. I mean the thing is he…” K1 decided to change the subject. “Thank you for the sandwich. It was really good.” çeşme escort Sheila cleared the plate and tray.

“Sheila, can I ask you a personal question?”

Sheila sat in a high backed arm chair, “Sure.”

“Why are you evil?”

Sheila was up and back at K1 side in a second. “I’m not evil.”

K1 cringed from the force of the shout. Sheila walked back and sat in the arm chair again and repeated in a much softer tone, “I’m not evil.”

“You steal stuff. You try to take over the world.”

“Dr. Drew tries to take over the world.” Sheila extended her pointer finger towards K1. “I’m just along for the ride. I only hurt people when I absolutely have too and I don’t kill. As I said before I’m not a murder.”

“So you’re not evil, than why work for someone who is.”

Sheila got out of the chair and walked over to sit beside K1. “Dr Drew is evil, but he’s one other thing.”

“Insane?”

“Stupid.” Sheila let that sink in for a minute before going on. “K1, I know that you have a low opinion of me but I’m not stupid. If I where evil and I wanted to take over the world don’t you think I could?”

“Ok so you’re not evil. But if you’re not evil, then what are you?”

Sheila smiled, “Bad.”

“Bad?”

“Yes K. I’m bad; mischievous; even a little bit naughty.”

K1’s heart was pounding. She had never been this close to Sheila and not punching her. Her brain was putting all the information together. I was crushing on Sheila. Sheila is jealous of Ron because Ron is dating me. Sheila is taking great care of me and explaining to me all the reasons that she does what she does. Why would she care what I thought of her? Unless… Sheila’s trying to impress me because she crushing on me?

“Have you ever been bad?” K1’s silence said no. “Well you should try it some time. It’s a whole lot more fun.”

“Stealing is not my idea of fun.”

Sheila leaned in so close to K1’s face they were practically nose to nose. “Steal stuff is bad but why don’t we start with naughty.”

Before K1 could protest Sheila kissed her firm on the lips. K1 had always assumed Ron in highschool was a good kisser but he was a wet fish compared to Sheila. Her lips were warm and wet. Sheila held the kiss as though her life would end once they separated. Surprising enough K1 found herself not wanting it to end it either. Therefore, when Sheila’s tong entered her mouth she greeted it warmly. Finally, Sheila broke the kiss leaning back panting but also smiling. K1 smiled back dumb founded by the kiss.

“See, being naughty is kind of fun.”

That was the best kiss K1 had ever had.

“You think you can stand without passing out?” asked Sheila as she got up.

Between the rest and the food K1 did feel a lot stronger. “I think so.”

Sheila stood and helped a shaky K1 to her feet. K1 didn’t hurl. Sheila lead her down the hallway to a tile floored bathroom. “What are you thinking Sheila?”

“I’m thinking you don’t smell the best, Princes.”

“After you,” said K1.

“No after you,” insisted Sheila with a flourish of her right arm.

“Why.” K1 asked suspiciously.

Sheila looked hurt, “Because if you slip I can’t ketch you if you’re behind me.”

K1 looked at Sheila ashamed, “I’m sorry. You’ve been nothing but kind to me.”

“So you still want to get cleaned up?”

“Please.”

Sheila guided K1 to a vanity with a large oval mirror on the wall and a green vessel sink. K1 flinched at her own reflection. She had total bed head. Her hair, normally bright red, was dishwater brown. Her face and neck were clean, thanks to Sheila, but the rest of her was covered in a thin layer of dirt and she couldn’t be sure but one of her eyebrows looked a little scorched.

K1 turned away from the mirror. Sheila came up behind K1 and began to rub K1’s shoulders. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Look at me,” K1 whimpered “I look…I look…”

“Like you were shout out of a cannon.” Sheila completed the sentence.

Sheila took K1’s chin between thumb and fore finger and rotated her face around so she had to look at her face in the mirror. Sheila then started rubbing K1’s shoulders again. “You look like you have been shot out of a cannon sweetie, because you kind of were.” K1’s face dropped again and Sheila returned it to facing the mirror. “But don’t worry I can fix that.”

Sheila slowly, cautiously turned K1 around to face her. Sheila leaned in and kissed K1 again. Sheila began to unbutton the front of K1’s pajamas. From the first wisps of cold air against her bear skin, K1 realized that not only was she not worried about Sheila seeing her naked but that she was, becoming very aroused by it. Her nipples were hardening and her pussy was getting wet.

Sheila unhooked the last button and opened K1’s top. Sheila kissed K1 on the lips, then on the cheek and the neck. She kept going down K1’s body until she came to K1’s left nipple. The electric throb that accompanied each of Sheila’s kisses suddenly intensified and K1 looked down to see why. Sheila’s diyarbakır escort was lightly encircling K1’s nipple. The rhythmic massage sent a new bolt of pleaser though K1. She could barely stand it. “Oh Sheila…”

K1 grabbed the counter behind her to steady herself as Sheila continued. Sheila dropped her right hand to the waist band of K1’s pajama pants. Surmising what Sheila had in mind K1 moved her own hand to Sheila’s in an attempt to cut her off. “Please…Sheila…Not…Yet.” K1 said in between breaths.

Sheila’s eyes were for an instant as fiery. Sheila’s hand went to the waist band of K1’s pants. Already a size or two too big the pants fell to the ground in a heap. The sudden act of anger pushed K1 over the edge. Using her cheerleading skill she broke from Sheila’s grasp, stepped back and jumped into Sheila’s arm’s. K1’s legs gripping Sheila’s hips and her arms wrapped around Sheila’s neck and then pressed her lips to Sheila’s.

Sheila hadn’t been ready for K1’s vault, but training and fighting K1 had her reflexes heightened and she was ready for K1’s weight. Sheila’s eyes were covered by K1’s red hair so she couldn’t see at all as she took a few steps forward. Sheila didn’t know how far it was to the counter so she stepped carefully towards the counter. K1’s passion didn’t wane so Sheila knew she had reached the sink only when she felt the counter taking some of K1’s wait. K1’s flurry of kisses was grow in intensity to the point that Sheila was becoming concerned that K1 might be trying to kiss her to death. With one arm still holding K1 Sheila pushed with just enough force into her two fingers to brake threw the panties K1 was wearing. Once through they continued into her soaking wet pussy.

K1’s face bent skyward and her back arched, as though someone had stabbed her. Sheila had found and was rubbing K1’s clit. Within seconds K1’s pussy closed around Sheila’s fingers. Sheila smiled a Cheshire’s grin as she continued to play with K1’s love button until she screamed. Sheila held tight to K1’s back as she bucked violently several times and relaxed her grip only after K1’s body went limp.

Sheila removed what was left of K1’s panties and carried her over to the tub. The tub was designed for sitting and soaking. There was a series of jets placed to stimulate the pleasure centers of the body. Sheila turned on the water and brought it up to temperature and decided to get undressed while the tub filled.

Still dazed K1 could only watch as Sheila unbuttoned the top button of her uniform and then unzipped the front of her tunic. K1’s eyes went wide. Beneath her top Sheila wore a simple black bra with a little green bow where the cups met. K1 watched Sheila remove the remainder of her cloths in rapt attention. Sheila unbuttoned and unzipped her pants next. She then removed them slowly with a little stripper’s wiggle. Sheila wore black panties with a green rose blossom embroidered on the front. K1 had the same pare at home with a red blossom in front. The difference was K1 never had the courage to wear hers.

“Oh my hair.” K1 shouted.

Sheila rushed to her side, “What?”

“I need to put my hair up.”

“Why? It needs to be washed more than any other

part of you.”

“Do you know how long it takes to dry this much hair?” K1 asked holding up the soaked ends of her red hair.

Sheila swished her jet black hair, which was twice as long as K1’s, back and forth. “Oh I think I have an idea. Don’t worry sweetie I have a way to dry your hair in no time flat.”

K1 sunk lower into the water to hide her blush. Sheila cleaned and caress every inch of K1’s body from her scalp to her little toe. K1 hadn’t been this thoroughly cleaned since she was exposed to an alien race several years ago. Sheila took a strange silver device in her left hand and with a single swipe down K1’s left leg removed the more than two days hair growth of her leg. K1’s looked down with disbelief. The skin was smooth and only slightly warm to the touch. Sheila did the other leg with equal swiftness.

“That’s amazing.”

“Thank you.” Sheila smiled, “It’s my own invention. It removes hair anywhere and it won’t grow back.”

“Ever?”

“Not for more than a month. Dead hair follicles don’t grow.”

“Cool.”

“Now with regards to a couple of other places…” Sheila lift each of K1’s arms and swiped under each, “The French look is defiantly not for you. And with regards to one other place…”

K1 moved her hands quickly to cover her uncut red bush. “No. Not that too.”

“K1, I am all for carpet.” Sheila said as she ran her not glowing fingers through K1’s crimson bush. “And I love that in this case it matches the drapes,” Sheila said as she ran her finger along K1’s fore head just below her hair line, “But this shag look is well…” Sheila stuck out her tong to finish the sentence.

K1 Looked down at her own bush. She had to admit it looked very untidy. “What did you have in mind?”

Sheila smiled, “Just a little shave and a trim.”

“How little?”

When Sheila was done K1’s pussy was hairless save for a small patch in the shape of a downward pointing triangular whose point ended at the top of K1’s clit. To Sheila it was like an arrow point the way to heaven. “Now that looks good,” said Sheila admiring her handy work.

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The Carpet Layer’s Club Ch. 02

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The next day, Christina brought me to the home of The Carpet Layer’s Club president, Jamie. She was a tall blonde beauty, with long legs and curves in all the right places. Her 36c breasts were rounded and flawless. Jamie was every bit the most popular girl at their school, and of course, very bisexual. The events of Jamie’s dates with the boys were talked over daily by the upper echelon of school and her calendar was usually filled months in advance.

There were seven other girls in attendance at the meeting. I knew their names and was dumbstruck that all of them were either bi or lesbians. There was Jenni, the short-haired blonde; Stephanie, the sexy light-skinned Dominican who was more into girls than boys; Megan, who had similar attributes to Jenni; Nicole, who looked younger than 18 in the face but had the body of a 21 year old; Lauren, whose breasts rivaled those of Jamie’s; Tiffany, a brunette who has an affinity for sucking cock and pussy in the same sex session; and Ashley, the shortest girl of them all at 4’10”, who was running her hands on her thighs while eyeing my breasts. All had caught my eye during school and now here they were, all in one room.

I was horny. I had been horny since before having sex with Christina, was horny after Christina left, and last night I fingered my juicy pussy to two orgasms before drifting off to sleep. Seeing all of these beautiful young women all looking at me with smiles on their faces and lust in their eyes was a little too much. My panties, a satiny pink thong, was starting to dampen at the thoughts of having sex with all of these girls, only a day after my first sexual experience with a female.

Jamie then called the meeting to order, and the other eight girls looked to their designated leader.

“This meeting of The Carpet Layer’s Club will come to order. Before we ask the Secretary of the Panties to take the role, we have to give a warm Carpet Layer’s Club welcome to our initiate, Amelia,” she said, and all of the girls clapped twice before blowing me a kiss. Then they put their right hands to their mouths, separated their index and middle fingers before sticking their tongues out and wiggling them. My pussy started to get even wetter, knowing that this little action was like licking a pussy. Jamie continued her opening remarks.

“Amelia, so you know, the club was formed a few years ago by the bisexual and lesbian women of our school as a way to experiment and to enjoy the company of girls without the prying eyes of boys. Our name was taken this way: carpet because some people call a hairy pussy a carpet; layer’s because we all like to get laid,” she winked at me, and all of the girls giggled at her remarks. “So, just relax and enjoy yourself. We only ask that you don’t speak a word of the club to anyone, especially those pesky boys!”

The girls laughed a little more, and I quickly agreed to those terms.

“So, let’s begin our meeting. First order of business. Would the Secretary of the Panties please take the role?”

I admit, I was stumped and wondered what the Secretary of the Panties was. I soon found out.

Nicole stood. Her 5’5″ frame seemed to tower over the other girls at that moment. Her hips were rounded curves, her breasts stood out like a sore thumb. But her long blonde hair shimmered in the soft light of the large room where they were meeting.

“When I call your name, please acknowledge by saying here, then stand up and show us your panties,” Katherine said, smiling. “President Jamie.”

“Here,” Jamie said, before she stood in front of the assembled ladies. She unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them, letting them fall down her legs. I saw the black front of her panties, barely covering her pubic area. She turned around so I could see her perfect ass, and I got an eyeful of the T-shaped top of her thong. She sat down, not bothering to pick her jeans up.

The role continued. Nicole, as Secretary of the Panties, went next. She shucked her khaki skirt off and was standing in a lilac thong. Jenni was next, and she was in a pair of blue bikini panties. The rest of the girls were called: Ashley in a red g-string; Stephanie in a white g-string; Lauren in a yellow thong; Megan and Tiffany were wearing matching green panties – Megan in a thong, Tiffany in a g-string. Christina was called next, and she shocked me when she took her shorts off. She was bare under her shorts, not a stitch of underwear to be found. Her pussy was nice and shaved clean; apparently she had taken a razor to it before the meeting.

“Amelia, why don’t you be a dear and show us your panties,” Katherine said, and all of the girls giggled a little. I blushed at her request. I then stood up slowly, before Jamie interrupted.

“Why don’t you do a little dance while taking off your pants? It would give us a thrill and since you’re the new girl, that’s what we want,” she said, smiling as the girls heartily agreed to her statement.

Christina, sitting to my left in only her white bursa escort t-shirt, nodded to me, telling me it was okay. I started to sway a little before Tiffany began to hum “The Stripper” song. The rest of the girls joined in, getting louder. It was turning me on, performing for these girls. I swung my hips to the left as I inched my pants down, showing the hem of my pale pink bikinis. I turned around and shook my ass as I dropped the pants. The girls applauded for me, and I bowed for them.

I sat down among the girls, all of us without pants. Christina assured me this was normal in the club.

“Now,” Jamie continued, “next on the agenda is the ‘who you’ve fucked this week’ portion. Amelia, this is where we tell everyone who we’ve had sex with. Normally everyone here fucks someone at least once a week, be it a boyfriend, a girlfriend or a fuck friend. Why don’t we start with you?”

I was a little shocked that she would start with me, but being the initiate, I expected it.

“Well, I hadn’t had sex at all this week until yesterday. Christina here give me a pre-initiation of my own,” I said, stunning the girls a little. For some reason, I knew exactly what to say to these women. “We fucked each other until we couldn’t cum anymore. She brought over a strap on and we fucked each other’s pussies and I fucked her tits. I licked her ass cheeks a little too, because I’ve just been fascinated with it. I made her cum, rubbing her g-spot. We just had a whole lot of fun.”

Several girls were rubbing their shirts over their breasts, a few had their legs pulled together. But I had each and every one of them on the edge of their seat.

“Was it your first time with a girl?” Megan asked, her green panties getting a little darker.

“Yeah, it was better than I expected,” I said, reminiscing about yesterday’s antics in my bedroom. I clenched my own thighs again.

The girls were murmuring with keen interest as I told my tale. Jamie sat in her chair with her legs spread, her right hand dipping to the front of her panties. She was making light circles with her fingertips and I could tell she was enjoying this. Nicole was touching her breasts, and several of the others were sitting closely together. I noticed that some of them were touching each other’s legs. I made a mental note to find out if they were together.

Lauren told the group about her girlfriend Jenna from another school, about how the duo had fooled around with each other when Jenna’s boyfriend had walked in. She said in clear detail how they got off of the bed and walked over to him naked and proceeded to take his clothes off. Lauren had her hand inside her panties at this point; all of the other girls, including myself, were rubbing the outside of our panties. I was maintaining a good rhythm of pressure around my clit and I could feel an orgasm building. I truly didn’t want to be the first one to cum today, although I had the feeling I would be doing a lot of cumming in the next few hours regardless if I came first, second or third.

All of the girls ended up telling a good tale, but Christina shocked me when she said she had her pussy reamed by Bobby Taylor, the kicker for the football team, behind the fieldhouse three days ago. She had not told me this, but then it dawned on me that she had skipped lunch that day and had returned to history class with a huge smile on her face. By now my pussy was dripping, and Christina’s pussy, on display for everyone in the room, was looking puffy and excited.

“Oooooh, I’m just a little too horny now,” Jamie said, and all of us giggled, myself included. I too was feeling extremely aroused and I saw that the girls were arching their backs slightly, as if they were pressing their nipples against their bras to keep them stimulated. “Let’s show each other how horny we all are.”

The girls stood up and began to take their panties off, and one by one the floor became littered with underwear. Jamie went one step further and pulled her top off, revealing braless breasts. The president of The Carpet Layers Club was stark naked in front of us all with no embarrassment at all. And with a body like that, she had no reason to be embarrassed.

I caught myself staring at Jamie and she saw me looking at her. She smiled and winked at me. Then she said something that really shocked me.

“It’s time to give Amelia her initiation into the club. Amelia, lay down on the floor and be prepared to eat all of our pussies. It called the “Lick the Linoleum Initiation.” Something my mom taught us,” Jamie noted with the sly grin on her face.

With shaky legs I stood up and walked to the center of the room. I got down on my knees before turning over and laying flat on my back. My heart was racing; I had never been so nervous. I had only eaten Christina’s pussy the day before, and I was expected not 24 hours later to eat the pussy of not only Christina, but also of Jamie, Nicole, Tiffany, Lauren, Jenni, Megan, Stephanie and Ashley çanakkale escort as well. Well, when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

My eyes were darting around as I looked at the ceiling, then all nine girls got on their knees surrounding me on the floor. They were giggling and smiling at me, rubbing their hands on my arms before Megan had me take my shirt off. As I was in a sitting position, Stephanie unclasped my bra and took it off of me. She grabbed my shoulders and lowered me to the floor, and when I was finally laying down, all of the girls started rubbing my body. Nine pairs of hands explored my flesh, taking in the curves of my breasts, the tautness of my tummy, the silky smooth skin around my pussy. One girl – I think it was Lauren – was lightly masturbating me, slowly rubbing my outer lips while dragging a finger along the crease. I was beyond wet now.

As president, Jamie went first. She placed her pussy on my face and I started licking her. She moaned as I slowly licked the lips, then separated the lips with two fingers. Her clit was sticking right out at me as I began to gently nibble on her inner pelvis, catching the sensitive spots by grazing my teeth over them. My tongue then went into overdrive, speeding up the intensity of my licking prowess. For only the second pussy I had ever licked, I was licking like a pro. Not to pat myself on the back, but by the way she was moaning and whimpering, I think I deserve some of the credit.

Jamie moved her hips around my face as she said she was about to cum. I took a little bit of pride in making her cum on my tongue and soon I tasted her juices. The girls were holding her up as she came, and then pulled her off my tongue. Her eyes were half closed, her hair plastered to her face with sweat Her mouth was open slightly, her breathing coming in short breaths. As they sat her down, her hand went to her pussy. She groaned as she touched her clit; I suppose I licked her until it had became sensitive. She spooned out a little bit of her cum before bringing it to her mouth for a taste. She gave an “mmmmmmm” of pleasure while she rubbed herself again.

Lauren took her place on my face. I looked into her puffy pussy and did the same to her, but Lauren grabbed the back of my head and pressed it against her groin. I started to breathe through my nose as I licked her. She was groaning and breathing through clenched teeth. She was directing this licking. My tongue was darting around her pussy, wiggling inside the deep wet crevice. I liked the taste of Lauren, she was sweet and tangy to sip on. As I licked her, my nose was brushing against her clit and it seemed as she was moving my head so that my nose would always be in contact with her clit, even if it was in circles or just rubbing it a certain way.

Her juices were running out of my mouth as I tried to lick all of them up. She hadn’t had an orgasm just yet, but she was so wet it was hard to lick all of it and swallow it. I could feel it spilling out of her pussy onto my cheeks, rubbing down them to the sides of my throat. Some even got in my hair.

I was just nibbling of her vaginal walls when Lauren announced she was cumming. A rush of cum flooded my mouth and I drank as much as I could. She raised herself off my face slightly and stuck her fingers deep inside her. She dragged out a little bit of cum and put her fingers to my mouth, ordering me to lick it. I sucked on her finger like it was a cock, swirling my tongue around it. Then she got off me, knelt down, and then bent over to give me a soulful kiss. Our tongues mingled through the taste of her and Jamie’s cum. She moaned throughout the kiss, and I moaned too as her hands brushed my boobs.

As the afternoon progressed, I continued to eat their pussies, with my lovely Christina being the last girl for me to suck and lick. I especially enjoyed Megan’s pussy. She was like Lauren: a little rough with me when I was licking her. She was ordering me to eat her pussy while she bent back and started to diddle my clit. I had to admit that I was glad she did, as I was so incredibly horny from licking my news friends’ pussies that I needed a release from my own built up sexual energy.

By the time I was finished eating all nine pussies, my tongue was very tired. My face and neck were covered with the remnants of sticky cum and I was clearly out of breath. Then Jamie got between my legs and started to lick my pussy, while Stephanie and Ashley started sucking on my full breasts. The feeling of two mouths on my nipples was exquisite, and Jamie’s expert tongue was splitting me in two as she was bathing my clit with her saliva. The other girls were standing behind Jamie, their hands running on each other’s bodies. Lauren was feeling up Nicole while Christina was on her knees, lightly lapping at Tiffany’s tasty folds. Jenni surprised me, as she was situated behind Jamie wearing a smaller version of Christina’s strap on and she was fucking her with it. Her hands were on Jamie’s hips didim escort and she was rocking her pelvis back and forth, sliding the fake cock into her pussy. Jamie was moaning into my pussy, but kept contact with my clit as the dildo was sawing into her.

Stephanie and Ashley were looking at each other while sucking on my nipples. Ashley licked around and around the soft circle around my nipple, flicking it with her tongue before she clamped her mouth down on it. Stephanie did the same to my right tit while cupping it. My nipples felt extremely hard by now, and they were already sensitive from Christina pinching them yesterday.

Soon I was cumming from the combined efforts of the three girls. My whole body was on fire as it reeled with pleasure. I was whimpering and moaning as my pussy was licked and my nipples were tongued. Jamie had her face buried in my pussy and the vibrations from her own moans were driving me insane. As her tongue started licking my clit, I started to cum. It was a very long orgasm and my body seemed to have little spasms. I stopped shaking when Stephanie and Ashley removed their mouths from my breasts. Jamie’s mouth was slowly lapping up my cum from my pussy.

After Jamie detached her tongue from my sweet pussy, the president rose from the floor and said, “Now that we’ve all initiated Amelia properly, can we have the vote? By a show of hands, who here believes we should allow membership to The Carpet Layer’s Club to Amelia?”

One by one the girls raised their hands and I was welcomed into the club. I learned their secret codes including the not so difficult tongue between the fingers. They all hugged me and kissed me, sliding their tongues into my mouth. The press of bare tits against my own was getting me horny again.

“Ok, who has the strap on?” I asked. Jenni has removed it and had handed it to Megan, who was slipping into it. Another strap on materialized around Stephanie’s waist, and another around Tiffany’s. Soon, there were five strap ons – Lauren and Jamie also sported thick fake cocks – and five girls were either on their hands and knees or laying on their backs. I was on my hands and knees. Megan came up behind me and proceeded to rub the head of the dildo against my wet pussy lips. I whined to her, hoping privately that she was about to fuck me very hard.

She pushed the head into me and I grunted, gritting my teeth as the thick dildo entered my pussy. It was a matter of moments until she started fucking me, slowly building up speed as my pussy got used to the intruder. She then held onto my hips, letting her momentum carry her waist into me. She was sweating as she pummeled my pussy, the droplets running down her body, clinging to her breasts.

I was also sweating, the motions of moving back and forth against the dildo heating my body. We were moving like a well-tuned machine, almost like the way Christina and I moved yesterday. And speaking of Christina, she caught my eye, getting fucked by Stephanie’s strap on. She was on her back, with Stephanie on top in the missionary position. Her hips were pistoning in and out of her pussy and they were kissing. My heart had a pang of jealousy, but I was also getting fucked and it didn’t seem to me that she was jealous of me. She was enjoying herself and I was too.

The room was filled with moans: Jamie was fucking Nicole doggy style and Lauren was fucking Jenni doggy style too; in fact, the couples were facing each other, allowing Jenni and Nicole to kiss each other and feel up their tits. Tiffany was on top of Ashley, with Ashley’s legs wrapped around Tiffany’s waist. The air was filled with sex, the smell of pussies getting fucked. The moans intensified as the speed of fucking increased and the girls were having simultaneous orgasms; well, within two minutes of each other.

After the girls pulled the dildos out, they did not wipe them off. Jamie said, “Now, the girls who were doing the fucking, take your dildos off and suck them. Clean them all off.”

All of the girls listened to the leader of the club, who already had the dildo unstrapped and in her mouth. She had relaxed her throat muscles and had the dildo deep throated. Megan had the dildo we were using in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the fake phallus. Stephanie was tasting Christina’s cum, while Lauren and Tiffany shared a dildo, tasting the juices of Ashley and Jenni.

We then broke into partners and retreated to separate love seats; I was with my Christina, Jamie with Jenni, Lauren with Stephanie, Ashley with Nicole and Megan with Tiffany. Christina straddled my lap as we began to kiss. After a few minutes of tonguing my best friend’s mouth, I noticed that everyone in the room was making out. I didn’t want to stop making out with Christina, just in case Jamie told us to change partners.

We kissed, looking into each other’s eyes. I ran my fingers through her hair. She tried to run hers through mine, even though it was stuck together by the cum of various girls.

“I love you, Christina,” I said, noticing her catch her breath as I said it.

“I love you too, Ames. But remember, we fuck all the girls in the club and some girls and boys out of it. We have to find you a boy to fuck too,” she said, winking at me.

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Platres Conclave Ch. 04

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“English. English, please. We have an American guest.”

I normally would have taken that as a friendly gesture, but I felt the sarcasm and condescension at the core of Elias Mikalaides’s request that the men of the conclave discuss their topic in a language I could understand when he had gathered at Elias’s bungalow late the next morning. It was like he was sticking their bilingual fluency at me, and I wondered how good his French was.

And as if to punctuate his tone of superiority, all of the men immediately switched from Greek to impeccable British English. It wouldn’t have mattered much, really, if they had remained in Greek, as I was sitting off to the side and they were discussing esoteric references in ancient Greece to the concept of “beauty.” I didn’t understand much of what they said, no matter what they said—and didn’t much care. I was beginning to feel trapped just being here, and I tried turning my thoughts to mulling what I wanted to write next in my novel manuscript. It wasn’t until they progressed to talking about what they said was the overworked motif of Venus—Aphrodite here in Cyprus—arising from the sea on a clamshell that I could be completely sure that they were talking about the concept of beauty at all.

This was the first time in the day that Nico had turned to me and directly addressed me—he hadn’t answered my knock at the door to his room at the Forest Park before breakfast, and I’d seen him just finishing his breakfast here in Elias’s house as I arrived. So, I then assumed he’d spent the night here, with Elias.

I almost hadn’t come. Elias had been dismissive of me the previous day, and I couldn’t get the image of Nico topping him the previous night out of my mind. Just the thought of it disgusted me—but it also raised my hackles and my jealously. This, in turn angered and frustrated me, as, though I had wanted Nico to fuck me—continuously—I’d told myself it was just a week’s fantasy fling before returning to real life. I didn’t have any claim on Nico. It was obviously that these men were inbred and fucked each other almost indiscriminately affected only by their own insular jealousies. I could either fit in for a brief time or take a hike. I intellectually accepted that. I had no right to want anything more from Nico—or any of the rest of them.

When the names “Venus” and “Aphrodite” were invoked and were being used interchangeably, Nico turned to me. “Venus is the mainland Greek version and Aphrodite is ours, Collin. Our Aphrodite rose from the waves near some distinct rocks out in the water on the coast between here and Paphos. We’ll have to visit there.”

I merely nodded, still stinging that he had so readily deserted me—for this . . . this walrus of a man sitting there on his throne in his own living room. Living room was a good term for it, I thought, as I looked around. It was a large room—an enormous room, really. There were a couple of conversational areas situated around composed of old, run-down, but comfortable-looking upholstered furniture, but the room swallowed these up. This also was Elias’s dining room. The conclave was sitting around a massive pine table, aged almost to black—all except for me, of course. I was sitting off to the side in a rush-bottomed peasant chair. All of the chairs at the table were similar to mine except the massive armed and carved oak chair at the end of the table where Elias sat.

The room, mainly, though, was Elias’s studio. Paintings in various stages of finish were hanging on the walls and propped up against each other and various pieces of furniture throughout the room. As Elias’s primary style was exuberant naïve landscapes, the room was dressed in a riot of color. There also were some abstracts—Elias had had his Picasso period, apparently—but these too were quite colorful. The impression I got from Elias’s paintings was that he insisted that the painting dominated, almost to excess, any space it was in. In this, I thought the paintings reflected the artist well. Set at the far end of the room from where the conclave sat was a raised wooden dais, positioned under theatrical lighting trained at it from the ceiling. At the moment a high-legged bench was sitting on the dais, covered by a gold lamé cloth that glittered in the stage lighting.

“What we could do in art, of course,” Spiro Charalambou said, “was turn the clichés on their heads. For instance, I could take the Aphrodite image and substitute a sexy man—a George Michael or a Ricky Martin, or the movie star Henry Cavil—rising naked from Petra tou Romiou—that’s Aphrodite’s Rock in English,” Spiro said, turning his face and a sultry smile to me.

“And so, you have already chosen your model for this week, have you?” the novelist Nemo Constantinou asked in a gruff voice?

“Yes, yes, I have,” Spiro answered, still looking directly at me, “It is none of those men. But it is someone every bit as compelling and sensual.”

After that, the discussion drifted off into esoteric points of ancient Greek legend on the topic of beauty that, again, went edirne escort completely over my head. As I sensed the discussion coming to a close, with the more frequent mention of hunger and the possibilities of what and where for lunch, I quietly left the house. Although I had been seeking him ever since the night before, I suddenly felt I didn’t want to endure a meeting with Nico. I didn’t know what to say to him. I could hardly be indignant; I had no hold on him. His change in focus had just been too abrupt. But I should be able to understand that. Elias Mikalaides undoubtedly was the island’s foremost artist. It didn’t matter really what he looked like; the strength of his personality obviously was enough to attract Nico, who was no slouch in the charisma category himself—at least in relationship to me.

I walked briskly back to the hotel, hoping that Nico would not come after me—but aching for him to do just that. When I reached there, rather than going into the hotel, where Nico may, in fact encounter me at lunch—I asked the attendant at the entrance to bring around to my Jaguar and I drove up to Prodomous, just below the peak of Mount Olympus, for lunch and then on up to the peak, the highest point on the island. It seemed that every highest point in a Greek region was named Mount Olympus—as a signal to the gods where they could touch the earth no matter what region they came to to play. I had intended to make this excursion during my vacation anyway, so I wasn’t really escaping anything in Platres—or so I could pretend to myself.

I managed not to return to Platres until almost 5:00 p.m., having driven on from the peak to the Kykkos Monastery and arriving when the monks’ choir was in the process of giving a concert of Gregorian chants through the ages. Sitting and listening to them calmed my nerves—at least until I looked at the program, which was in Greek, but was able, with the lessons I took before arriving in Cyprus, to pick out the name of Xanthos Economou among the composers of the modern section of the concert—the same composer who was in the spring Platres Conclave. It seemed I could not escape this group now. I couldn’t be inside it, but I couldn’t draw away from it either.

I had intended, really, just to cut away from the group, but as I came down from the heights and into Platres, I found myself parking on the main road of the village rather than driving up to the hotel, and my feet carried me to the door of Elias’s bungalow, where the conclave was scheduled to reconvene for individual work on their projects at nearly this precise time.

Most of them had already gathered in Elias’s spacious studio living room. Nico wasn’t there and Elias wasn’t in the room either. He was still snoozing away his siesta in his bedroom, which opened directly off the main room and the door of which wasn’t closed. He lay on his bed like a beached whale, once again in his orange kimono and—as it had partially fallen away from his body—in nothing else.

The composer, Xanthos Economou, wasn’t there either, and I noted in my mind that I should mention when I saw him that I’d heard his music at Kykkos and was very impressed.

Costas Spyrou, the poet; Thanos Adamou, the sculptor; Nemo Constantinou, the novelist; and Spiro Charalambou, the fine artist, were all sitting at the table. Arrayed in front of them was a massive collection of wine bottles.

“Come, come, Collin,” Spiro called out to me with a big smile and an expansive wave of an arm, “as we contemplate the beginning of our separate searches for beauty in art, we are having a wine sampling—trying to decide what the best wine produced by Cyprus. Come help us decide.”

I had already developed a weakness for Cypriot wine, so I moved to the table and sat in the chair Spiro was holding out for me—close beside him.

We sipped and, increasingly, more fully drank of the wine there. And we laughed and joked, and I came as near as I ever had—or ever would—to feeling part of the conclave in the hour and a half in which we all became quite mellow indeed—with the possible exception of Nemo, who kept himself mainly in glowering reserve, although he didn’t stint on including himself in the drinking.

Spiro started me with the light, white Aphrodite as, he said, a bridge from the discussion earlier in the day, and we moved to the Palamino, which was my favorite white. I’m not sure at what point we switched to reds, but I do remember the full-bodied Othello and the much fuller, almost port, Commandaria. It was during Spiro’s explanation to me, with me very much in a haze but enjoying the musky thickness of the wine, that Commandaria was the oldest named wine still in production, dating back to 800 B.C., but named during the crusades of the King Richard’s time in the twelfth century, when he suddenly changed gears and asked if I would be his model now. He was touching me lightly on the arm again with that soft, electric touch of his and looking at me under his thick eyelashes like I was some sort of sweetmeat.

He was gorgeous, elazığ escort and I was frustrated by whatever was or was not happening between me and Nico, and I was more than half way to drunk. So, I said yes.

“And then we fuck?” he asked, his smile tentative.

“Yes, why not?” I answered, giving him a level stare.

“I fuck you?”

“Yes.”

From the other side of me, Thanos said he would also like to sculpt me as his image of the beauty theme, which I found flattering. He also said that he too would like to fuck me, which I also found flattering. There didn’t seem to be a bit of competition expressed or exhibited by the two on who would get to do what when. Again, I found the casual frankness of it arousing.

“Yes, I would like that,” I answered.

“We could perhaps fuck you together?” Spiro asked.

“If you like.”

Spiro than reiterated that I’d model in the nude, which I said was fine, aglow with the attention I was receiving and not thinking a bit about the risk of exposure in the real world. I was buzzed on the wine—and I increasingly was convinced this wasn’t the real world. And I just didn’t care. All of this openly expressed attention was exhilarating.

Nemo, who had been glowering at us from across the table, stood, said something about starting to work on a short story, and retreated to a desk in the corner. This appeared to be a signal to the poet, Costas Spyrou, as well, and he went to the porch across the back of the room, overlooking a ravine, and sat in an armed bamboo patio chair with a tablet of paper on his lap, a pencil in his hand, and a pensive, withdrawn look on his face.

Spiro decided to pose me as an ancient Greek boxer resting from a victory in the games. As I stripped for him, he and Thanos went out into the garden and selected laurel vines, which Thanos formed into a wreathed crown as Spiro went through a door into what seemed to be a bedroom at the other end of the bungalow from Elias’s bedroom and next to a kitchen. Through the door, I could see the figure of a woman, with short hair, in a red silk dress sitting at a vanity. The image surprised me, and I suddenly felt conscious of being nude in a way that I didn’t feel just in the company of just men.

Spiro shut the door on the room when he came back into the main studio. He was carrying a pair of lace-up leather sandals and some earthen-colored leather thong strips. As he posed me on the bench on the dais, he explained to me that all I would be wearing as an ancient Greek boxer were the sandals, which laced in criss-crosses up my calves to just below my knees, and the thongs, which he said were called himantes when used this way, wrapped around my knuckles to protect them from scrapes during a boxing match, which was a no-holds-barred one in the ancient tradition.

Both men touched and ran their hands along the lines of my body as Thanos set the laurel wreath on my head and then held my head this way and that and ran his long, sensitive fingers along the contours of my face and neck, getting the measure of me so that he could start working on a clay lump sitting on a small pedestal stand nearly. Simultaneously, Spiro was manipulating my body to the pose he preferred. I was sitting in the middle of the bench, still covered in the gold lamé, one foot resting on the bench at an angle from my body, with the elbow of one of my arms propped against this leg. The other leg dangled off the front of the bench, only touching the surface of the dais as my toe reached down for it. My other arm was stretched out toward the end of the bench. This left me, chest stretched out at an angle, in a pensive pose, as if at rest, contemplating a recent hard-won victory. Spiro set the wreath slightly askew around my brow and asked me to smile slightly and luxuriate in a victory reverie.

In the process of arranging my body for posing, each man, in turn, kissed me on the lips, and I let them know I enjoyed it. I could feel them trembling in anticipation—of the art they were going to create or of getting their cocks inside me, or both, I didn’t know and didn’t care. I was trembling too. This would be a unique experience.

I was glad that they didn’t take too long in manipulating my body, as I was working hard to control its response to their delicate, seductive touch.

Spiro went to an easel and Thanos to his pedestal, and for a good hour silence reigned over the studio. Eventually, however, I realized that I could hear a hum from the room where I’d seen the women. She was humming a haunting tune in a low contralto, and she seemed to be playing with the tune, developing it. It was start and go for several bars and then stop and start again and go for a few longer bars than the first time.

It became clearer, as if no longer beyond a closed door. I so wanted to turn my head to see if she had come out of the room, and I felt trapped, not wanting a complete stranger to see me naked like this. Then I knew that she was coming into the room; I could both sense her erzincan escort presence—and there was a floral scent in the air—and hear the rustling of the silk dress. She floated into my peripheral vision and beyond. She was moving over to the desk where Nemo was furiously writing. She leaned down, over his shoulder, lifted his face up to hers with a hand under his chin, and the two began to kiss. Nemo lifted a hand to her bodice, unbuttoned her dress there, and inserted his hand.

I watched as they became increasingly intimate and then, nearly lost my pose in shock and surprise as Nemo stood and turned the other figure in an embrace and started to guide them both over to an overstuffed parlor chair. It wasn’t a woman at all, I realized. It was the composer, Xanthos Economou, in a woman’s dress. Nemo sat in the chair and Xanthos knelt in front of him and unbuttoned the fly of Nemo’s trousers and fished out a short, but impressively thick cock and began to suck him off.

I tore my eyes away from that spectacle at the sound of someone entering at the front of the bungalow. It was Nico. He walked in and then stopped, dead in his tracks, as he saw me on the dais. I saw his eyes narrow and a flash of anger slice across his face, which immediately after turned into a look of nonchalance and detachment. I followed the movement of his dance-like gait as he turned and went into Elias’s room.

With an anger and frustration of my own, I watched him put his hands on Elias and move the kimono away from the older artist’s corpulent body and then move a hand down to cup Elias’s cock and balls while Nico leaned over and kissed Elias’s nipples and throat and then his mouth until Elias stirred and opened his arms to Nico.

My eyes went back to Nemo and Xanthos. Xanthos was sitting in Nemo’s lap, facing him, the red silk dress gathered up around his chest, his channel skewered on Nemo’s cock. Their chests were plastered together and they were kissing deeply as Nemo pumped his cock up into Xanthos’s channel. Xanthos’s legs were spread and raised over the back of the upholstered chair. Xanthos’s pasty legs were sheathed—but only up to the knees, in sheer silk stockings.

I shuddered at this image and looked back into Elias’s bedroom, where Elias’s legs were open to Nico now and Nico was crouched between them and lost in the rhythm of the fuck.

I shut my eyes for several moments, trying to close it all out. When my eyes were shut, though, I realized how tipsy I had become. When I was all alone within myself like this, I realized how easily I had agreed to strip and sit here in the nude—and then to fuck two men afterward. The world of my mind was spinning in flashes of images and swirls of color on the insides of my eyelids.

I felt the lips on mine before I opened my eyes. And I left them closed, as I opened my lips to him and gave the sweet taste of his tongue—the Commandaria still thick on his tongue—free access. He was flicking his tongue in and out between my parted lips and I sighed for him.

I opened my eyes to see that it was Spiro leaning over me, adjusting my pose now, so that I was fully facing him and he was leaning into me between my knees. he was naked and I felt his hard cock pressing at my belly. He embraced me in his arms, supporting my torso as I leaned back and moaned at the touch of his lips moving to my throat and then to my nipples. My sternum, pausing to flick his tongue in and out of my navel. Down my lower belly into my tightly curled pubes and swallowing my cock and pressing his tongue into my piss slit and flicking it there until I jerked and came, filling his mouth with my cum.

He rose back up to where he was looking down into my face and smiling as I rolled my buttocks up and hooked my legs on his hips.

“There, I want to capture that look in your eyes in a painting too,” he murmured. “Postcoital, satisfied and mellow.”

I lurched and started to give a little cry as he began to enter me, but he leaned down and took my lips in his again and we went into a deep kiss until he had entered me fully.

“And your expression like this, too. Possessed. Giving yourself to another man.”

He pulled his face away from me then and gave me a questioning look with his eyes.

“Yes, oh yes,” I whispered and then I groaned and starting moaning deep in my chest as he began to take me in long, deep strokes.

I looked beyond Spiro and saw that all attention was on us now. Xanthos was still mounted on Nemo’s cock but their faces were now turned to us. Thanos was standing nearby, this hands covered with clay, the bust on the pedestal already well formed into a human head. The poet, Costas, was standing in the doorway to the porch, watching. Even Nico and Elias were watching. Elias had come out of the bedroom and was seated at an easel with a large canvas in front of him. He was peeking around the side of the easel at us, and his right hand, in which he held a paint brush, was racing across the canvas.

Nico was lounging in the doorway into Elias’s bedroom, leaning provocatively against the frame, his cock-ringed manhood hanging low between the legs that were crossed at his ankles. He had a tight little smile, but his eyes were frowning and were dull, as if he had transported himself somewhere else altogether.

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“Oh my God,” the view takes my breath away and those three words are all I can manage. The sky stretches for miles and in it, shining brighter than anything I can see in the States, are millions of stars. I’m sure I’m a funny sight, standing with my mouth wide open, head tilted back, and eyes as wide as they’ll go.

“You know, if you move, they don’t go away,” she smiles at me and I move out of her way so she can step onto the deck.

“I know that, smart ass,” I watch her take a seat before leaning against the railing. “There are always so many lights that take the awe out of the stars where I live.” Venturing a look at her, I try not to show that I’m a bit nervous, “There are places in the country where you can see them better, but this view,” I look up again, “is amazing.”

“Thank you,” she starts, then stops smiling, pretending to be slightly hurt. “Oh, you didn’t mean me.”

Walking towards her, I smile, “Aww, come on. You know you’re the brightest star out here.” I take a seat next to her on the bench and elbow her in the side.

She catches me off guard by shaking her head slowly as she looks at me, “No, I’m not. Trust me.”

“Okay,” I sigh, “you’re not going to point up at the North Star and give me some bullshit about how it’s the brightest, are you?”

She smiles slowly, and is very fucking sexy, “No.” She brushes hair off my shoulder and her smile falters just a bit, “Is that a scar on your eyebrow?”

As if I’ve been burned, my hand flies to cover my eyebrow, “Yeah.” I can’t make eye contact, “It’s from the…” my voice trails off.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see her leaning towards me. When her lips touch my face, I clinch my eyes closed and bite my lip. Her face is close to mine when she whispers, “I’m sorry for pointing it out. I didn’t know.”

Turning to face her, we’re now impossibly close, but she turns away before I can even say anything, “I know you didn’t know.” I reach out and turn her face back towards me, “You didn’t hurt me. I promise.”

Nodding quickly, she takes my hand and smiles, “Ok.” Standing abruptly, she announces, “I’m going to get something to drink. Would you like something?”

“Um, yeah,” I mumble, “a soda is fine.” As she turns away from me, I can’t help reprimanding myself for making her feel uncomfortable.

She returns with a drink for me and as I grab it, she doesn’t let go until I look at her. I watch her visibly swallow and she almost whispers when she talks, “You didn’t say anything or do anything bad.”

Unsure of what to say I just nod, “Okay.”

She smiles quickly and looks away, “Those fucking eyes, though, shit.”

“Oh,” I breathe with a smile. Looking down at the deck, I can’t stop the grin, but make a half-hearted offer, “I could close them if you like.”

“What, and walk around blind?” She laughs out loud and turns away from me, “No. I’ll get accustomed to them. I’ll be fine.” She takes a long swig of her beer before adding, almost so quietly I don’t hear, “Maybe.”

I stand and slowly walk over to her. Once I’m a step behind her, she reaches out and grabs the railing, as if she’s anticipating a touch before it comes. There’s something about this little show of vulnerability that brings out the confidence in me. diyarbakır escort I guess I just needed to see that I’m not alone with the nerves. That my being here is affecting her the same way being here is affecting me. Not sure what to do, I decide to go slow and I don’t touch her, “Do you know any constellations?”

She takes a shallow breath before looking up at the sky and pointing, “That’s the Southern Cross right there.”

Squinting, and genuinely interested, I lean closer to her, “Where?”

With something to focus on other than my body right behind her, she tries to get me to see what she’s pointing at, “Just there. Do you see that big star with the three small ones around it?”

Chuckling softly, I answer, “Yes. Right next to the bigger star with the four other small ones around it?”

“Don’t be an ass,” she turns to look at me over her shoulder.

“I’m not being an ass! I’m asking a legitimate question!” She turns back around and I mumble, “I hope you give better directions in bed.”

Turning her head only slightly back my direction, she answers softly, “Keep acting like an ass and you won’t find out.”

Oooh, fire! I lean in closer to her ear, “If I keep acting like an ass,” I press against her back, “you’ll melt into this deck.”

I watch with satisfaction as her jaw clenches before she shocks me, “I might melt into the deck, but I bet you’ll melt in my hand.”

“If you do it right, yeah, I will. Thing is, if you melt into the deck, there won’t be a hand for me to melt into.”

Half turning towards me, and with a little bite to her words, she retorts, “If you’ll let me turn around we can have this conversation face to face and you won’t seem so cowardly.”

“Oh,” I scoff, “so now I’m a cowardly ass?” I lean back just enough to let her turn to face me. I don’t look her in the eye immediately; instead, I look down at the deck, “If you melt into the wood, who will give me directions in bed?” I look up at her now, knowing that the light from the deck is shining on my eyes at just the right angle to make them very, very blue.

She can only breathe, “Um..”

I lean in and whisper, “What?” I put a hand on the railing behind her and press against her body just slightly, “Tell me. If you melt into the deck, who will tell me how to make you cum?” The words fall out of my mouth and if you could shut the sound of our breathing out, you could almost hear them hit the wood below our feet.

With a slight height advantage, she finds her guts and leans down to whisper, “You shouldn’t have to be told. You should be paying attention.”

“Good point.” I raise my chin just enough to almost make our lips touch before whispering, “May I kiss you?”

Not letting our stare break for a moment, she answers, “Please.”

Caught between pure lust and the anticipation of the first kiss, I don’t know if I should take her fast or take my time. My brain, in a moment of clarity before being clouded with desire again, makes the decision for me and brings my hand up to stroke her cheek. This movement makes her eyes close. I wonder, in this moment, if she knows how beautiful she is. I reach out with my other hand and grab the railing behind her. Milliseconds before our lips meet, I’m vaguely edirne escort aware of her hand in my hair. But once flesh meets flesh, I am aware of only one thing…I see stars…but my eyes are very much closed.

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In frantic flashes, I try to remember everything about these moments. The feel, taste, smell, sound, and sight…little pieces of a night so perfect that you want to rush home and tell your best friends about it. The best part, though, is that she is one of those people I’d tell…in detail. With my mind turned off (except for the storage part), I focus on us. Not the sky. Not the deck. Nothing but us and this…time.

A shoulder blade in the moonlight… A palm flattened against the small of a back… Legs intertwined and shifting…

Her mouth is open against my throat and her tongue slips out to flick against the skin there as she closes her eyes and sighs, “God, yes.” Her arms quiver just a bit as she grinds her hips against me. Her skin is warm against mine and her lips are so soft I don’t feel them until she moves to kiss another spot.

I reach up and pull the band out of her hair, causing the waves to fall around her shoulders and our faces. With a smile, I brush it from her face and whisper, “You are so beautiful.” Even with the slight amount of light provided by the moon, I can see the blush on her cheeks. When she pushes the top half of her body off me, I shift and kiss her neck. It’s kind of salty and I find that I like it. She takes one of my hands and raises it above my head to press it against the wood under us. I look into her face and realize she’s studying me.

Fingers of one hand laced together… Hearts pounding so loud they’re surely waking up the universe… Sighs so soft they almost don’t make a sound… Eyes searching, finding, imploring, drinking in the view…

Wrong. I was so wrong. I thought she’d be shy. When I dreamed of these moments, I was in charge most of the time. That’s how it’s always been…I’ve been the one to do, feel, put in more than the other party. So, finding that she’s comfortable taking control is making me feel a way I’ve never felt…wanted. Desired. Maybe even needed.

Her voice breaks through my thoughts, “I remember you telling me that I’d know what to do when I was in this position.” She smiles wickedly at me, “And you know what?” Without waiting for my response, she finishes in a whisper, “You were right.” She lowers her head to mine and kisses me passionately, leaving me only when we’re out of breath and things are very, very hot.

“You’re quite good at that,” I whisper to her, smiling.

“Mmmm,” she breathes against my shoulder, “and you are, too. You are very good.” She shifts slightly atop me and groans, “Shit.” She shivers and I smile.

“Like that, hm?” I take a moment to lightly lick her neck and then slightly bite the same spot, making her shudder.

When I suck there, she actually loses her breath, but not before muttering, “Fuck.”

I pull her harder against me and growl, “Yes, please.” She settles herself against my leg and then plants her thigh between mine. I grab her hip with my free hand and guide her to the right spot before whispering, “Right there.” elazığ escort

Hips rising and lowering in a rhythm created by delicious friction… Moans so deep they seem to originate in the Earth… Ecstasy so exquisite it can only come from the holiest of places…

The sound of her grunting is the only thing I hear between my own breathing and both of our gasps. All her weight seems to be on my thigh and I’m using hers to keep me from floating off somewhere with this feeling she’s creating. When she rolls her hips away from me, I want to pull her back down. And when she rolls them towards me, I rise to meet her.

Her head tips back and she’s so fucking stunning in this moment I almost don’t want her to climax. I just want to stay here. Right here in the few moments before the end where every sense is shut off except the ones that are bringing you pleasure. I want to stay suspended in the feeling of being the object of her desire, the one that gives her the most amazing sensation humans are allowed to feel with their bodies.

Eyelashes against cheeks against lips… Kisses so sweet they almost rain down like little crystals of sugar against heated flesh… Names whispered like prayers and growled like demands…

“God,” she moans, breaking into my thoughts. “Oh my God.”

I pull her head down to kiss her deeply and without reservation. I want her to feel how much I want her. I want her to know what she does to me…all over. I manage to whisper, “I want you so damn bad.”

Her eyes meet mine and she says, quite convincingly, “I want you more.”

Never one to let her get away with a statement like that, I quip, “Impossible. That is absolutely not possible.”

Without stopping or slowing down, she smirks, “Trust me, if you touched me right now, you’d know I want you more. You’d feel it…everywhere.”

I’m sure there’s as much of a challenge in my eyes as there is in my words when I retort, “Wanna bet?”

She snarls, “We have plenty of time for that. Right now, though, I’m going to finish what you started.” She grinds harder and faster now and it’s driving me to distraction.

I gasp, “Please.” Somehow I know this is going to be my last conscience thought.

Dropping her head forward and resting it on my shoulder, she whispers, “yes”, over and over. I pull at her, not caring if it hurts, in an effort to get her impossibly closer. Just before the white light hits us both, she picks her head up to kiss me.

Lips seeking to taste every inch… Tongues dancing a tango only the moon and stars are meant to witness… Fingertips of the unoccupied hand tracing, caressing, memorizing every curve…

This kiss, number whatever of millions, is slow and adoring as opposed to being fast and frantic. Our tongues tease each other by playing chase in and out of our mouths. And when she begins her “end”, she gasps, allowing me to bite her bottom lip gently as I meet her there.

Trembling bodies arching, bowing, then relaxing… Realizing the air is cool against skin that seems to have been set on fire… Breathing erratic, stopping, and restarting…

As she lies on top of me in the aftermath, both of us breathing heavily and spent for the moment, an evil grin spreads over my face. I wrap my arms around her waist, “So, I started this?”

After a moment, I feel her laughing before I hear the sound. She doesn’t pick her head up, or move any other muscle that I’m aware of, “Mhm.”

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Aylin didn’t want to go home today. She didn’t want to go home because she had messed up badly and had decided to confess the fact to her husband, Eric, before he had to ask about it. He had promised to punish her when he got home from work, and had given her careful instructions about how she was to prepare herself for him. So, although she had brought this evening upon herself, first by having a nine hundred dollar bill on her secret credit card, money that she had spent buying virtual housing, food and clothing for her various games on the Net; and then by confessing her folly to Eric before he found out on his own, she felt sickened by the thought of the beating that he told her that she would receive at his hands.

Aylin had a problem. She had had it for years. When she first met Eric she was a client in his debt consolidation consultancy. He specialised in helping defenceless women navigate their way through the shadowy hallways of the banking system. She had gone to his offices with multiple credit card debts of over $75,000. She was looking at possible jail time, definite bankruptcy. Through Eric’s genius, however, she had come back into the black, with a small savings in the bank, in under three years. He had taken her case up personally, and had insisted that she get into one of those 12-Step programmes that helped people with addiction since he didn’t want to see her get into this kind of trouble again.

For her, Eric became a knight in shining armour. He had saved her from ruin and so when he asked her out she was more than willing to accompany him to the dinner and theatre that were on offer that evening. The dinner was wonderful, but the play later that evening left her pensive. Indeed, she was surprised to learn that it had already had a run of five years. It was as far Off Broadway as one could get, but it seemed to have found its niche and be holding its own.

It had been about a woman who had a gambling problem and whose husband had had to take her in hand to enforce discipline. Aylin did not like it that the man in the play chained up and beat his wife if he caught her gambling. Even worse was the fact that she seemed to be the only person in the theatre that night who felt that this portrayal was wrong! She glanced at Eric out of the corner of her eye expecting to see him gathering his things so that they could leave in protest, but instead she saw that he sported a massive tent in his jeans!

This bothered her most of all, because she had dared to entertain visions of how their evening would end. She had planned to invite him in when he dropped her at home. She wanted to express her gratitude to him for the services that he had rendered through a more personal expression of her appreciation than the cheque that she had drawn when he closed her file. She had hoped to retain him as a friend. He could keep an eye on her; see to it that she didn’t stray again. He was very attractive in an Ed Harris sort of way, and so she wouldn’t have minded offering him benefits with that friendship. Now she wasn’t sure what sort of man he really was.

Her fears were allayed when he escorted her to her door and declined her offer of a nightcap. He said that he had to stop by a client briefly before going home. Before taking his leave he informed her that he wanted her to think about what she had seen in the play because he didn’t want anything like that to happen to her. He gazed into her eyes and smiled serenely, before planting a soft kiss on her forehead. He was gone in a moment, but he had left a very powerful impression.

With his help, as a friend who did not take advantage of the increasing number of benefits that Aylin offered him, Eric became her mainstay. Over the next year he advised her, occasionally, about sound investments for her money and showed her even more ways to manage her spending. With his help she projected the confidence that her newly ordered life allowed her. She got a promotion at work and invited him for drinks to celebrate. This time he accepted and it wasn’t a surprise that he proposed to her because there had been a steadily growing sexual tension between them since the first night that they had gone out together.

They lived a nice life together. They had had a magnificent wedding and a honeymoon in Jamaica where he owned two time-shared villas. They lived in a nice home, they went out occasionally; they pursued activities together and separately. No one could have said that Eric was mean; for he wasn’t. He was just disciplined about how he managed his affairs. He never had unpaid balances on his credit cards; he never missed payments for any utility bills or owed anyone for anything.

Aylin held her own too. She managed her money, less well than he did his to be sure, but he didn’t pressure her about that. He just asked her each month if she was okay. He reminded her that it was a sign of her maturity to manage on her own but to ask him for help if she needed it. He was her husband, not really her financial advisor. Theirs was a marriage based upon love and respect alanya escort and trust.

The sex was incredible! There were times, early in their marriage, when she thought that he might have been cheating on her because he had some unexplained absences; but since he admitted that he had to see clients at home sometimes, she relaxed. He explained that he wanted all of his clients to be as successful as she was. She was one of his star performers and he was very proud of her.

In any event, he was always ravenous for her. She reasoned that if he had just shot his load with someone else then he couldn’t have been so randy when he came home to her; and he always attacked her cunt or ass like a madman whenever he came home. He always seemed eager to be with her and she revelled in the fact that she was his favourite way to reduce his stress.

True he seemed to enjoy forcing his thick, veined cock into her while pulling her hair back, most of all. Those role plays were a lot of fun and got them both very excited. He also loved to hold her down on her stomach, lie on top of her and pin her arms while slicing in and out of her. He would bite her sometimes, but never enough to hurt her unbearably, and the impressions never lasted for more than a couple of days; and he’d spanked her only once, while during the throes of a particularly intense orgasm one night. She just thought herself lucky to have a husband who was anything but vanilla. Her girlfriends had sometimes complained about their partners, but she never had a reason to do so.

Then complacency set in. She didn’t feel the need to impress him as much. She had her life, he had his; they came together in carefully measured hours to do couple activities. She had got her promotion and things were going well at work. The longer hours at work meant that she didn’t see her friends as much, but she still had those late nights to fill before Eric came home. She went online to keep up with everybody. She felt a little left out when she saw photographs posted showing events that she hadn’t attended. She realised that she had more in common with some random strangers who’d joined the same online groups that she had, than she did her real-life friends. She joined more groups, ostensibly to discover who she really was. On a whim she bought and decorated a virtual house. She enjoyed that and bought a second house, revelling in her own artistic expression. She realised how cute her avatar was and asked Eric if they couldn’t have a baby. He was very surprised and asked her where the sudden interest in babies had come from. She told him that she was bored.

To be fair to him, he was more attentive to her for several weeks after that conversation. He came home earlier and babied her more. He bought her little gifts and assured her repeatedly of his love for her. He explained to her though that he didn’t think that it was a good idea to have a baby since he didn’t really have the time to devote to one right now, and boredom was not a good enough reason for her to take on something like that. He suggested that she take on a hobby instead to fill the hours when he had to work in the evenings. He bought her a year-long membership at their local gym. Then he was gone again. It was back to the gruelling schedule of late nights and weekends alone. These were punctuated by passionate sex to be sure, but something was missing.

Aylin filled her lonely hours with her new life online. She set out to find new friends and explore new worlds. She visited some online stores and bought some new lingerie and tried out some sex toys. They were pricey, but if Eric liked them then they were worth the money spent. He loved them! They brought him back to her in a big way but, again, only for a little while. She discussed her marriage with her online friends and sought their advice. Some things worked, others didn’t, but eventually she decided to just please herself. She got out a new credit card that was supposed to be just for her little mad spending trips. She set herself an allowance of $300.00 per month for this and promised herself that she would stop when she reached her limit.

This was how she had slipped back into her profligate spending patterns. When she had overspent during her first month she decided to call it an advance from her second month’s allowance. Not surprisingly, she took an advance from month three as well. She was looking for validation, for a sense of security; she was building the ideal life for herself online; a model that she planned to take into the real world. It had seemed okay at first, and even now she knew that she could retreat from this life. The credit card bill that she opened this morning frightened her though. She couldn’t even remember spending this money and it was only the itemised statement that convinced her that there was no fraud here. She decided to take Eric at his word. She called him at work to ask for advice.

His voice had grown cold when she told him about her secret credit card and the bill that she had amassed and explained artvin escort how it had got so high. He had asked her what the one for the previous month had been and she had told him that it was $750.58 and that she had pretty much spent the money the same way; the one from the month before was $674.30. She was on a downward spiral. Worse, she had lied to him when she had given him glowing reports for the previous two months. If she hadn’t been so frightened by, what even she could see as a trend, she would not have told him about this month’s bill either; since, technically she could pay it.

Eric had gone silent at his end of the line and it frightened Aylin. She had enjoyed his pride in her and it seemed as if her betrayal of his trust would cost her dearly.

“Eric?” she whispered. “Are you there?”

“Yes.”

“Look, don’t worry about it, I can pay the bill. It’s not a problem,” she said, suddenly regretting her phone call.

“You will pay for it, Aylin,” Eric said quietly. “I had hoped that this would never have been necessary between us. I warned you from the very first evening that we went out together. You go straight home this evening. I’ll be there by 7 o’clock and you’d better be waiting for me.”

“Yes, Eric.”

“Shut up. What you are to do when you get home by 6 o’clock this evening is to strip yourself completely naked. Put your nipple clamps on for five minutes and stand in the corner. Then I want you to take them off and spank your nipples as hard as you can, 10 times each. I want you to repeat that sequence five times before I get home. I will know if you have cheated, Aylin, so don’t even try. When I get in I will complete your punishment.”

Aylin did as she had been told; and so by the time her husband came home she was a trembling mess. Her nipples already hurt badly and she knew that this was going to be the start of a long night for her. She tried to explain her motivations to Eric, but he was not interested. He reminded her that her kind of compulsive overspending was an addiction like any other: narcotics, alcohol, overeating, and even the West’s rabid dependence on fossil fuels. He reminded her that she knew that she could not afford to feed her habit.

Aylin listened shamefaced. Part of her embarrassment was because Eric spoke to her as if she were a wayward child while the other factor contributing to her discomfiture was that he remained fully clothed; and she was not accustomed to him ignoring her naked body as he was doing now. Even though he hadn’t said so, she felt as if she disgusted him.

“…with the slave buckle,” Eric said calmly.

It was then that Aylin realised, to her chagrin, that her attention had wandered during her husband’s lecture and she had not heard his instruction. There was nothing for it but to confess by asking him to repeat himself.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear what you said just now, Eric.”

He looked at her and smirked. It was clear that he had known that she had been daydreaming.

“I know,” he said, amused. “I asked you to get my belt with the slave buckle. That’s what I’m going to use to remind you not to spend your money foolishly.”

Aylin froze. Suddenly, she understood the significance of their first date. Suddenly his process became clear to her. He was so methodical in his response to her that she could not have been his first time at this. It dawned on her that he wore that belt every night that he worked late; every weekend with those insufficiently explained meetings at his clients’ homes! He had worn it on their first date! He had left her that night having seen the play to go see a client! This was why his business was so successful! Eric punished his women to decrease their inappropriate behaviour and this was now her turn to graduate to Level II of his programme.

“Are your nipples sore, Aylin?” he asked when she returned with the belt.

“Yes, Eric,” she replied, tears coming to her eyes.

“No, Aylin, you call me Mr. Hart while we’re doing this.”

She felt the first throb of her clit when he said that! This was going to be a Victorian-style birching! She had noticed that he had brought into the room, the bundle of switches that stood, she thought, as decoration in the large terracotta Panya jar that adorned their hall. He also had the paddle that hung on the kitchen wall, another decoration; until now. Eric had a jar and bundle of switches like it at work too, she realised in horror.

“I-I’m so sorry, Eric,” she sobbed.

She felt the shame of disappointing him and letting herself down keenly. She knew that he really had trusted her and that she had behaved irresponsibly.

Her husband just looked at her, eyebrows raised. She remembered belatedly that this evening, he was not the Eric who loved her, but rather he was Mr. Hart, the man charged with disciplining her for her own good.

“You seem to have a difficulty learning things, Aylin,” he said meanly. “Don’t worry, we’ll work on that.”

“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Hart!”

“I know you burdur escort are, Aylin, but we have to make sure that you remember this for a long time. Go and stand beside the dining table.”

She obeyed, all the while fighting against the sensations stirring in her loins. She could not believe that this could be happening to her.

“Bend over at your waist and hold on to the sides of the table, Aylin.”

The woman hesitated, looking at her husband to see if he were serious. He was.

“Do it now, Aylin!” he said hitting her naked buttocks with the twig birch.

The sting made her yelp. She pulled away from him and, rubbing her behind, turned to gaze at him. It occurred to her that if she didn’t say something then he might go through with it.

“Eric! Isn’t this extreme? After all, it is my money!”

“How dare you, Missie! I am Mr. Hart to you, girl!” the man exclaimed and landed three quick blows of the reed switch on her rump. “Bend over or it will be worse for you!”

Aylin could see that there would be no reasoning with Eric for the moment. She decided to allow him to birch her with the reeds and then when he paused for breath then they would have to talk. She bent over the table and grabbed hold. Somehow, knowing how exposed she was turned out to be far more sensual than she had anticipated it would be. She wondered how she looked to Eric. She glanced at his crotch hoping to see signs of tenting there. She was not disappointed.

“Count them please.”

SWISH

“Uuhh!”

She waited but nothing happened. She glanced around at Eric who stood there looking back at her impassively.

“Haven’t you forgotten something?” he asked at last.

Realisation dawned.

“One!”

“Too late. Let us begin again.”

SWISH

“One!”

SWISH

“Two.”

SWISH

“T-three!”

SWISH

“F-four!”

SWISH

“Please Eric! You can stop now!” Aylin begged, standing up.

“Let’s start again.”

“No! Eric! Stop!”

“Bend over.”

“Eric! No! Please!”

“Bend over, Aylin!”

SWISH

“Eric! Mr. Hart!”

“Good girl. Now bend over.”

SWISH

“Eric, please!”

“One?”

“One.”

SWISH

“T-t-two.”

SWISH…

The tears flowed freely, but Aylin managed to count out the twelve strokes to her left buttock. By the time Eric finished punishing her right cheek she was a blubbering mess. She promised to be a good girl. She promised never to lie to him again; never to waste her money ever.

“I know, Aylin, but just to make sure.”

SWOOSH, WHUMP

Aylin howled as the paddle hit her in the middle of her backside.

“ONE!”

WHUMP

“T-two.”

WHUMP

“Threeeee,”

She was crying full out by this time, but Mr. Hart continued torturing her behind unabated. She counted twelve strokes with the paddle before he paused again. His hands felt delightfully cold as they caressed the curve of her heated flanks. With this gesture she knew that despite what was happening between them that he loved her. When he pushed first one, then two fingers into her slimy vagina and frigged her clit with his thumb she cooed and pushed back toward him.

He played with her for a few minutes before withdrawing his hand and pressing her away from him, painfully sensitive breasts plastered on the table again.

“We’re almost done,” he whispered hoarsely.

She heard him remove the slave-buckled belt from his waist of his trousers where he had put it when she had handed it to him earlier. The sounds of the belt being removed, and what might have been him winding it around his hand, frightened her, but she remembered his brief caress, and what it signified, and kept her position, stoically.

WHOOO SNAP!

“One,” she whimpered as the belt hit her.

SNAP!

“Two,” she sniffed.

SNAP!

“Three,” she huffed, grabbing on to the table for support as her knees began to unlock.

SNAP!

“F-our?”

“Yes, my baby, that was four,” Mr. Hart said gently.

He paused and looked at her, as if considering aborting his process. She could feel him psyche himself up for the rest of her punishment as he renewed his hold on her back.

SNAP!

“Five. Thank you, Mr. Hart,” she whispered.

She heard him groan. He paused again.

SNAP!

“Mr. Hart!” Aylin whispered as an other-worldly feeling seized her and she no longer cared about the beating.

It did not hurt to have him rain blows on her rear. She had almost stepped out of her body. She smiled through her tears. Then she felt the thick blunt end of his diamond-hard penis as he sought immediate entry into her body. She was so wet that it was not hard for him to thrust his pole to the end of her shaft in one smooth movement. His fingers dug into her flesh desperately as he found the purchase that he needed to hold her while he bounced in and out of her roughly.

It didn’t take him long to finish what the beating had started for them both; and when Aylin clutched helplessly around his cock as her orgasm hit her he grunted his release to the world through the teeth gripping his wife’s shoulder. He lay on top of her for a while, pressing her into the table painfully, but unable to stand.

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