Birthday Present Ch. 02

Birthday Present Ch. 02

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Holding Rachel tightly to my chest I give her another long kiss and ask her, “there is going to be more to do day goddess?”

Rachel dropped the her fake Russian accent ever since her first orgasm smiles that taunting grin that I know all too well means I have fallen into her trap like always.

“Why my sweet love, Jordan, you really think I’d have dressed up and made both my best friends her get all dressed sexy just for looks babe? It is your 18th birthday a man only does that once and it is my job to make sure my new man doesn’t forget how great his girlfriend is at gift giving!”

Rachel stands again and I can’t help but stare at her once more, her long golden brown hair falling all the way down to the middle of her back, standing easily at 6’5 in her high-heeled boots. Her perfectly toned legs covered in thigh high stockings where they meet her black and red lace crotch less panties and her 38C breasts locked behind her fiery red corset.

Quickly Rachel’s friends race to her side giggling both acting as her servants to only listen and do and practice her biddings. Rachel begins whispering to her friends and they both giggle and smile occasionally looking over at me now sitting on the bed fully taking in the three women standing in front of me. Rachel’s friends, Amy and Victoria, never before have I once truly took in these to women that now were in black corsets long fishnet stockings and simple short black high heels. Amy is same height as myself at 5’9, with supple B sized breasts, jet black hair and dark brown eyes that in most lights appear black, and with the blood red lipstick mixed with her natural olive skin tone makes her look very exotic. Victoria is 5’6, wearing the same outfit as Amy, yet she has paler white skin making her lipstick appear even redder, yet her eyes sky blue and shoulder length blonde hair gives her the look of a classic fifties pin-up girl.

All three suddenly turn and stand shoulder to shoulder in front of me. Rachel says in a commanding voice, “Jordan lay back down on the bed and do as your told or else!” I lay back down on her king size bed as told butt make sure to keep my eye on the three of the girls as to not lose track of what is to happen next. Rachel slaps Amy on her cute tight little ass. Amy lets out a soft little yell and dashes around the bed so she is on the other side of me. Victoria goes without encouragement and stays on the same side as Rachel. Amy and Victoria climb on the bed at the same time. Both girls staying below my waste they give me soft smiles of knowing. Rachel comes up to the side of bed and stand to watch Eryaman Escort over watch and stay in control of her two servants and myself. Amy and Victoria wait for Rachel to give them permission. My cock already stands hard and ready wanting just from the site of three goddess. Victoria leans down on Rachel’s signal and takes my whole cock into her mouth and begins to suck and play with my cock, yet she quickly stops when Rachel slaps her ass with the crop, on this Amy leans in and begins her work sucking and licking. Both girls begin licking and sharing my cock between the two of them. Rachel watches as her servants begin their work. I am quickly moaning in pleasure the two women working magic with their mouths on my cock.

Rachel suddenly barks at me, “Jordan no cumming till I say! Now start rubbing me! She grabs my arm and pushes my hand up between her legs all five of my fingers get pushed into her. Making her shiver lightly in pleasure.

I smile knowing how much Rachel loves being in charge and getting to watch her friends work and my touch. I do as she commands and begin to thrust my fingers in and out of her tight wet pussy. I take my thumb to rub her clit with every upward thrust of my hand. I move quicker and quicker to pound her as much as I can. I twist my fingers together to form more ridges for her. Rachel’s moans begin to mix the air with my own moans.

Amy and Victoria keep stroking, licking and kissing the head of my cock. Holding pleasing it, the waves of pleasure send sparks of pleasure throughout my body making every part of me feel pleasure! I begin to feel the pressure of the girl’s sweet oral worship of my cock pushing me to need to cum.

“My sexy commanding goddess, Rachel please please let me cum now! I need to!” my moans growing louder.

“No! Damn it, not yet, not till I desire you to cum!” Rachel says between clench teeth and sexual grunts. I begin thrusting my fingers faster and harder into her pussy, with the thrusts her moans grow louder and heavier, she grinds down on my hand as I work it up. With one final hard thrust of my hand she releases a pent up orgasm her sweet honey flowing over my hand dripping to the floor. Rachel lets out a soft sigh of relief.

I feel myself no longer able to sustain going and holding back cumming after the girls work and feel myself cumming hard. Amy has her mouth over my cock at the time and takes in all the sweet cum, swallowing it all.

“Damn it Jordan did I ever say you could cum!” She slaps her crop down on my chest leaving its red outline. Rachel leans over grabbing Escort Eryaman Amy by the hair and pulls her in giving her a long hard kiss to taste the warm cum on her lips. When Rachel finally releases Amy from the kiss a person could see Amy having a heart flutter from the powerful kiss of Rachel. “Now I have to punish you Jordan because you have failed to follow my rules.” She slaps the crop into my thigh leaving another red mark. Rachel grabs my arms once more and cuffs me back to the posts. Rachel climbs onto the bed and straddles my face her pussy still glistens with her cum. She suddenly drops hard sitting her pussy down hard on my face, forcing me to take in her pussy and eat her once more.

As I am happily licking at Rachel’s pussy, she pulls Victoria over and has her stand over Rachel’s kneeling form. Rachel spreads open Victoria’s slender legs and begin to lick her pussy, she slide her tongue up through her lip up to her clit giving it just the slightest brush. Victoria shivers as Rachel begins her magic on her. Amy moves over and begins to suck on Victoria’s beautiful breasts her nipples stand out hard begging for pleasure. As lick and suck on Rachel’s perfect clit she works on Victoria. The sweet moans of women begins filling the air, Rachel moans right into Victoria’s wonderful cunt licking faster and pushing for Victoria to cum onto her face in sync with Rachel’s own orgasm. Amy sucks on Victoria harder her sweet nipples rolling in her lips. Amy reaches down and massages one of Rachel’s ample breasts. Rachel pushes hard down onto my face making it harder for me to breath but I do not fight loving the sweetness of her pussy covering my face. Eating it faster licking sucking her sweet clit. Rachel lets out a hard load moan her body shacking from her orgasm she slide over and lays down next to me on the bed a look of bliss on her face.

“Mm god, Jordan you really can eat pussy.” Rachel smiles at me, her body feeing almost completely fulfilled. As Rachel lays in bliss cuddling close to me, Rachel wrapping her legs around my own lightly rubbing her still wet pussy against my legs. Victoria and Amy both go to the foot of the bed. Victoria gives an evil grin that only could be seconded by Rachel.

Victoria pushes Amy back onto the bed spreading her legs wide Victoria dives in and begins to lick her sweet little pussy. Amy tenses feeling the new pleasures to her pussy. Victoria reaches up and massages one of Amy’s breasts her other hand begins to penetrates Amy’s tight little cunt. Victoria thrusts three of her fingers in and out faster pumping her Eryaman Escort Bayan beautiful pussy harder and quicker. (While this happens Rachel undoes my cuffs so we can both sit and watch Rachel’s best friends enjoy each other’s tight little pussy’s. Victoria’s bouncing blonde head moving faster and loving the sweet taste of Amy. Victoria thrusts her three fingers in and out twisting her fingers as she thrusts working the tight lips apart and back together. Amy shakes with each thrust of Victoria’s hand. Victoria licks Amy’s little clits, and works around her beautiful pussy lips. Amy lets out a whimsical moan as Victoria sucks in her sweet clit and thrust her fingers in hard and deep cumming for Victoria.

Watching this I feel myself rejuvenated and ready for finally taking the sexiest woman here. “That’s it Rachel!” I flip her over and pin her to the bed and smile knowing she is now going to be my sexy little girl! “You know you’re going to be all mine now babe!”

My cock hard and ready holding Rachel down she wiggles around to tease. I lightly push my cock into her still wet and tight little pussy. Her lips clench down on my hard cock. She is sweet and tight. I begin rhythmically thrusting in and out of her. Rachel thrusts back with her sweet hips. I let out a mild moan feeling her warmth’s.

“Mmm Jordan harder!” Rachel screams back as she pounds faster back. I hit her harder thrusting her back loving her tight cunts hot wetness, I push harder and faster I keep her down to the bed loving her shacking breasts. Rachel’s sexy breasts bounce with our rhythmic thrusts. I kiss Rachel hard on her lips, I gently bite her lips Rachel’s dark red lipstick covers my own lips lightly. Suddenly Rachel rolls us once over so she can ride my cock hard and fast and be back in power. She thrusts hard bouncing fast up and down up and down on my cock. She bounces up and down her pussy pounding down hard onto my cock. “Oh god yes Rachel! Please go harder babe!”

She bounces faster, I thrust up hard into her sweet cunt, Amy and Victoria have since finished their fun with each other and come over and begin to rub Rachel’s breasts as we fuck each other. Going closer and closer to cumming Almost in perfect since Rachel and I cum together her pussy squeezing my cock hard filling her with hot cunt.

“Mmm, thank you my sweet sexy goddess!”

“Happy birthday, babe! Hope this was special enough for you.” Rachel gets up and grabs her tossed aside corset and panties and begins to leave, “come girls time we shower, “Babe, come meet me in the shower you need to get better to take me to dinner still!,” Rachel smiles and winks at me. God I love that chick I never will complain getting to be with her again. I watch as Rachel’s tight beautiful bar ass walks out of the room followed by her two friends both of their hair messed up and make up smeared yet both looking weak from the pleasure.

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Bad Dolly Ch. 03

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Mr. Wells pulled up across the road from my house. We hadn’t spoken the whole ride home and I was beginning to think perhaps he was done with my presence. I looked over to him nervously and smiled. He looked over to me, his eyes flicking toward my breasts and the short hem of my dress.

‘Well, this is it then. I’ll ring my associate tomorrow and transfer to town when I get home.’ He said to me, as though he was speaking to his secretary. The taste of his cum still resonated in my mouth and I leaned over slowly, giving him a devilish grin. I made sure he could see down my dress, though my tits were nothing to brag about, they were perky and supple, the very antonym of his wife’s.

‘I’m afraid we’re not done just yet, Mr. Wells.’ I was excited by my own words. He raised an eyebrow questioningly. I played with his tie flirtingly and leaned closer until I reached his ear, then began nibbling softly on his lobe.

‘You’re going to risk being seen in the car with an old man?’ He shuffled away from me and looked me up and down. I rolled my eyes at his rejection as if to say ‘oh well, your loss’ and leaned back back into my own seat. I thought for a second, perhaps he really was done, but I’d at least let him make the choice, so I’d know for sure. ‘No, with an empty house, I think we could do better than a car.’ With that I opened the door and got out, leaving him to wonder.

I walked up my driveway and produced the key to my room, it had a ranch slider and sat at the right side of the house, if anyone pulled up they couldn’t see my room and anyone could make a quick escape out the side gate.

I got into my room and looked around. It wasn’t too messy, just a few clothes and books scattered around. We didn’t have a maid to clean up after us. I stuffed my clothes under my bed and shelved the books. Taking another look around, I realized how uncomfortable it might make David. Photos of his daughter and I were plastered everywhere, along without our other high school friends. My immaturity shone through relentlessly in this room. Letters declaring my love for past crushes, with huge hearts with arrows going through them sat on my desk. My queen sized bed had a billowy pink duvet on it, with purple pillowcases and fluffy cushions. My curtains hadn’t changed since I was 11, although I’d outgrown my unicorn phase a long time ago.

I snapped out of my embarrassment trance and figured, hell, if he wants to fuck an 18 year old, he’s just going to have to deal with uncomfortable situations like this.

That’s when I heard footsteps on the back patio. Shit that was quick, I thought, though I’d been standing there for at least five minutes. I leaned on my desk, still standing, waiting for him.

His shadow appeared at the ranch slider and I felt my heart warm up again. Whenever I knew he was around or when I saw his face a huge rush encompassed me. I couldn’t help myself, I had big crush on him and he was only making matters worse by doing this with me. He frightened and excited me, I had almost no time to think about the gravity of what we were doing, and I knew that when I fell asleep tonight it would come, full force and drown me in guilt; not only for Madge and Amber, but for myself.

‘Dolly?’ He said as he carefully peeled back the white veil behind the ranch slider and stepped through, perhaps expecting my father to be standing in front of me with a baseball bat at the ready. He was a master excuse maker, so that probably wouldn’t be too much of an ordeal for him, anyway.

‘May I ask who’s calling?’ I said in a high voice, then frowned at my own idiocy. If he wasn’t so interested in fucking me, he probably would have fobbed me off by now. To my surprise he chuckled, but didn’t reply. He came through the thin curtain, then walked over until he was arms length away from me.

He always looked so nice in his business suits, I knew he had an incredible body underneath, but there was something so arousing about the thought of being taken while he was wearing it. Then it dawned on me. He is going to take me while he’s wearing it. We’re alone and will be for however long he stays. There won’t be any more Kızılay Escort interruptions, no more people to ruin our intense heat. This is it. He’s going to fuck me; my own best friend’s father is going to fuck me.

My heart pumped faster and harder until I could hear the blood in my head again. I looked up at him, trying to keep calm. He was so fucking sexy, I couldn’t have thought of anyone else I’d rather lose it to, if only there wasn’t such a fucked up situation around us.

‘So nobody’s home?’ He questioned seriously, looking toward my door that lead into the house.

‘That’s right. And they won’t be for a looong time, Mr. Wells.’ I eyed him sensually and took his tie again, gently tugging him toward me with it. He responded by stepping the final step that it took for our bodies to be together. He looked down into my eyes and I saw him drink in my facial features.

‘You are stunning, Dolly. You grew up so fast.’

‘I’m glad you noticed.’ I said smugly, but inside I was almost screaming, I wanted to kiss him so bad.

‘How could I not notice a sexy young woman in my own home?’ While he said this, he smoothed his hand up my thigh, passed the hem of my dress. He pulled my head towards his and our lips met finally. I melted into him instantly, my lips moving with his and caressing my hands up his chest to his shoulders, holding onto his neck and head. I felt heat rise up inside me and I wanted more, needed more.

We kissed deeply, his tongue expertly wrestling with mine while his hands trailed all over my body. The hand holding my head slipped down to my left breast and squeezed gently, the thumb flicking over my hardened nipple a few times, which made me draw in breath sharply and bite his lip softly. His other hand continued, very slowly, up my dress to my firm ass. He massaged my right cheek for a while, on top of my panties, then slipped under the fabric and continued.

I could feel his bulge growing harder and more prominent. I shifted one hand from his neck, down to his crotch and rubbed the outside of his pants hard. I wanted him, badly, I wanted him to release his cock and force it inside me, I didn’t care if it hurt, I didn’t care what anyone would think, I didn’t care if guilt would kill me, I just needed him inside me, my pussy ached and I ground it into him, replacing my hand.

He could clearly sense my desperation. He pulled away from kissing me and looked at me for a while, taking in the sight of me, ravenous and desperate for him. He smiled with satisfaction at what he was doing to me, then lowered to his knees.

I lulled my head back and groaned in anticipation. He slipped his hands up my thighs again, without looking up or lifting my dress, and pulled my panties down in one swift motion. Then he smoothed his hands back up, taking the hem of my dress with them.

He softly pushed me onto my desk, so I could spread my legs comfortably. I obeyed, spreading them wider. I felt his hand move over to my mound and I shivered in excitement. I looked down at him, his face was inches from my pussy, he was admiring it. His thumb slid over my clit hood, already drenched in my honey.

‘Ooha,’ the moan escaped my lips uncontrolled. He looked up at me and smiled, keeping eye contact as he slowly circled my clit over and over. Not fast enough to build up to orgasm, but just enough to tease and build the tingling heat that was torturing me, until I couldn’t take it anymore.

‘Mr. Wells please!’ I breathed heavily, and looked at him pleadingly and noticed my juices were dripping almost to the floor. He seemed happy with his work and stood up, letting my hem fall down again. ‘Why are you doing this to me?’ I moaned, I’d never been so desperate for anything in my life.

He looked down at me again, brushing hair out of my face and tutted. ‘It’s going to be okay Dolly, you’ll live.’ He walked over to my bed, stayed standing and pointed to the bed, beckoning me over to it. I couldn’t understand why he had teased me so much, got me so worked up and wet.. I was about to burst.

I walked over, feeling my wetness drip down my thigh. I lay on Escort Kızılay the bed, the way I always did, with my head on the pillow. I was swallowed up by my thick blankets and cushions almost immediately. Then he was beside me, sitting, facing me. He untied my dress at the back of my neck and pulled it down, leaving me completely exposed. I stared at him the entire time, writhing each time his skin touched mine.

Once I was naked, I felt a strange aura of control. I leaned over and tugged at his belt. He looked and me smugly and undid the belt for me. I unbuttoned and unzipped his suit pants and pulled them down, his cock springing up, large, veiny and covered with precum. I held it firmly and pumped it up and down a few times until he stopped me.

‘No, my good girl, this time is different.’ He placed my hand back to my side and I leaned my head back into my pillow in frustration. I was almost angry with him. He’s done this to me, in one weekend he turned me from a straight A, trustworthy girl, to a home wrecking little slut. And now he won’t give me what I want. I felt like telling him to get out.

Then suddenly he was on top of me. I gasped in fright as I felt the full weight of his body on me, then when I registered, I spread my legs and hooked them over his hips and grabbed his head, kissing him deeply again.

He kissed me for a while, then shifted so he was semi-kneeling in between my legs, his cock still standing at attention and my pussy right in front of it, begging to be filled. He took his cock in his hand and stroked it slowly, the same way he’d down earlier in the day, in his office.

Behind his head, on my wall, I caught a glimpse of a photo. It was Amber and I in her pool. I was looking at her dad stroking his cock, ready to fuck me and she was completely oblivious. But it wasn’t guilt that coursed through me, it was lust, the idea made me hot. I gyrated my hips so my pussy lips touched his knob.

‘Come on, Mr. Wells, I know you want this just as bad as me..’ I pleaded, trying to keep a flirty attitude, but failing in my desperation. He kept stroking and looked at me concerned,

‘I do, Dolly, I really do. But I want you to know that this is probably going to hurt. And I want you to say you want it.’ I knew he wasn’t being overly confident or controlling. He wanted to know that I knew what I was doing, that he wasn’t just taking advantage of me.

I sat up, pulled his face to mine and whispered, ‘I want you to fuck me, Mr. Wells, I want you to fuck me the way you always wanted to fuck your wife. I know it’s going to hurt, but it’s worth having you inside me.’ I lay back down and spread my legs wider, shifting my hips readily.

I thought that I heard him purr, and he leaned forward directly over me and shuffled in between my legs until his cock was aimed right for my tight cunt. I lifted both knees so they were under his armpits, giving him total access and control of depth. My pussy throbbed with need and desire.

I felt his knob spread my pussy lips gently. He pushed into me, only the head, and the width of his cock caused a light pang of stretching pain, but it was accompanied by a kind pleasure I had never felt before. He looked up at me, trying to read my expression. I was cringing slightly from both sensations. ‘Keep going, it’s okay,’ I breathed.

His big cock probed deeper and the pain and pleasure intensified. He pulled out and pushed in a few times more, I felt him enter untouched territory each time and more searing pain and pleasure enveloped my body. Finally he was inside me all the way, and on the final thrust I felt a jolt of electric pleasure that over powered the pain. ‘Auh, yeah,’ I winced.

I hadn’t looked at him while he was exploring my pussy, but I opened my eyes now, to find him frowning with concentration. ‘Are you okay?’ I whispered.

‘You’re tighter than I imagined..’ He grumbled quickly. I was proud of my little pussy, obviously I was so tight he was having trouble stopping himself from coming and I had already finished him off once today.

‘Is that bad?’ I asked innocently and he shot me a cross Kızılay Escort Bayan look,

‘It’s fine.’

Then he thrust once, quickly and hard, ‘AH!’ I yelped, my pussy had only just gotten used to his girth and any movement provoked a little pain, but more pleasure than I could have imagined. The spot at the end of the thrust flared up again, causing the yelp.

He smiled, satisfactorily, and kissed me, hard. This time he thrust a little slower, and I felt every inch of him exit and enter my tight cavern. My eyes rolled and I pushed my head back into my pillow, the pleasure had officially overcome the pain and I was in heaven.

He sat up and held my knees where they were, thrusting rhythmically, progressively getting faster and harder. I looked at him fucking me in his nice business suit and a surge of excitement and lust hit me, just as the tip of his dick hit that spot again. His balls slapped on my ass but I could barely hear it over my own moans. My tits jiggled up and down with each thrust and he stared at them, mesmerized.

He continued hitting that special spot every time he thrust, and its electricity spread through my pelvis and down my legs, I was sure I was coming. ‘Ohhh.. Ohh, Mr. Wells, I think I’m coming.. It feels so good, ahhh.. Ah fuck..’

He looked at me, concentrating hard, and began thrusting harder, the feeling in my pussy intensified. I had no idea so much pleasure could be felt, but with each thrust in, my spot opened up another window of bliss. My moans filled the room, I mewed and groaned, whispered how good I felt and how close I was.

The dam of pleasure had almost burst when he finally murmured, ‘I’m going to come soon, Dolly.’ And that was all I needed to hear. Knowing that he was just as close to orgasm as I was pushed me over the edge.

Burst after burst of cool orgasm shivered down my legs and through my pussy. My nipples pricked and goosebumps flared all over my body. I writhed and squirmed underneath his exploding cock, pumping me full of hot cum, I felt his girth expand inside me, intensifying the crashing waves of bliss coursing through me.

I gripped his suit sleeves as he pounded the last of our orgasms out of us. He slammed into me, over and over until he felt my pussy relax. He pulled out slowly as my orgasm was subsiding, he was already softening. I pulled a towel out from under my bed, cleaning up the cum that was spilling out of my stretched and used cunt. He wiped his cock off and zipped himself up.

I lay on the bed, completely spent. I was finally deflowered, and by my best friend’s dad, no less. He sat on the bed, facing the room, instead of me. I felt like he might have regretted doing this and felt guilty, even though he had caused all of this.

‘Mr. Wells, are you alright?’ I asked gently, sitting up and placing my hand on his back lightly.

‘Of course.’ He smoothed his hair back and got up. I felt like a common whore. Why did I think I was special in the first place? Did I really think he would actually like me after taking my virginity? Of course not. I was just a play thing. I flopped back onto my bed, saddened by my own naivety.

He turned to me, ‘I wish I could stay, Doll..’

‘I know.’ I was throwing a good old fashioned teenage patty. I looked away from him and stared at the wall, slipping myself under my rustled blankets.

‘I don’t think you do.’ He said, suddenly mere inches away from the back of my head. I turned my head slightly, but not enough to see him. I felt his breath on my neck, then his lips softly tracing my skin and I tilted my head in satisfaction. He lightly traced his fingers down my arm and back up causing a sprinkling of goosebumps to appear.

‘I really wish I could stay. I’m sorry that I dragged you into this, but I’m glad it’s something. You’re a good girl, and you shouldn’t get upset over an old man like me.’ He chuckled into my ear and I smiled, ‘it’s up to you whether there’s a next time, but if my input helps, I’d love to have you again. I’d love to show you want I could do to your body.’

My raw pussy moistened again at his words and I felt better. He wasn’t using me. Well, he kinda was, but he was on the same page as me; wanted to fuck all the time, but knew we had to wait and be careful. I rolled around to face him and kissed him squarely on the lips, then smiled confidently,

‘There will be a next time, Mr. Wells.’

To be continued…

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Best Camp Ever

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This is a true story, and I’m so glad it is (I’ve also obtained the express permission (and encouragement) of the other main character of the story).

*****

It begins in the summer after I turned 18, at a small summer camp in southern Ohio. I was a counselor, and arrived the night before any children were due. That night, as we had a staff meeting and exchanged basic introductions, two boys walked in late. One, I can’t recall well. The other, I do, very well.

I can still recall what he was wearing when he entered that room. He had boots, and jeans (the kind I like to make fun of because they’re kind of girly), a gray and blue long-sleeved t-shirt, a rubber wristband, his class ring, and an ugly green hat that would grow on me before the weekend was over. The boy himself was another thing entirely. He was extremely attractive, that was undeniable. But more on that later.

I didn’t consciously notice all of this right away. After the meeting, the counselors went back to their building, to play cards and get acquainted. I suppose this is when I began to notice him. He changed into basketball shorts (a lovely addition), and laughed and talked as we had been. His smile was perfected, thought for a pretty girl or a show ring I wasn’t sure, it had to work wonderfully well in both places. He was intelligent, but the kind of lazy intelligence I was familiar with. I appreciated that, and his sense of humor that was dirty and cute at the same time. We got along. The conversation turned to sex, as it always seems to, and we quickly realized we were the most experienced people in the room. We traded stories, asked questions, and generally got a feel for each other. That wasn’t what I was intending to do at that point, but I suppose I was, subconsciously, trying to understand this boy and what he was thinking. He had the most expressive eyes, and looking back now I can see what I didn’t then- the look he had when he smoothly instructed I put my number in his phone, or when he casually asked if I was on the pill.

We never went to sleep that night, though he dozed off with his head in my lap a few times. I liked playing with his hair, and he enjoyed me doing it, and I still couldn’t believe someone so far out of my league hadn’t beaten me with a stick yet. I decided I’d shower before starting the day, and he commented something along the lines of, “Okay, see you in there in a minute.” I laughed it off.

“You think I’m joking,” he laughed. And I did. But he wasn’t. What followed after I was done showering(uneventfully) is one of my favorite exchanges to date, between me, him, and another counselor, Corey.

“DUDE. I don’t think you understand how close he was to COMING Çukuramba IN YOUR SHOWER.”

“What?”

“HE WAS IN THERE WITH YOU.”

“Wait, what?”

“Oh yeah, I got in there, but somebody else started coming in so I had to hide.”

That boy had most definitely intended on coming into my shower, and I had all day to process that information. To be honest, I had no idea what to do with that information. But I figured it out pretty quickly.

I think it was probably lunch that day. I made some comment about how I thought maybe I’d wake up at 4 a.m., to take a shower before my campers were awake. He looked up kind of suddenly, and it was my turn. I smiled and added that long showers were stress relief for me.

He nodded. “Yeah, I think I might do that too.” He looked out of it for a second, thinking about something. I was scared and excited and trembling to know what.

“What’re you thinking?” I asked. His answer sent shudders down my spine.

“Nothing. Just fixing to take a long-ass shower.”

The next morning, at 3:55, my alarm went off. I checked on my campers, grabbed a towel, and took a long deep breath. Was I really about to do this?

Then he flashed into my mind again. Fuck yes, I was. I brushed my teeth and walked down to the middle room, but no one was there. I shrugged. He was probably coming. Minutes passed, and a few more. It was 4:10, and I was getting nervous. 4:15, I decided, if he still wasn’t there at 4:15, I’d go back to bed. Then I heard a sound behind the men’s hallway door. I’d like to say I hid behind a chair or made up some slick lie as to why I was standing around in the common room at four in the morning, but to be incredibly honest, I froze like a deer in headlights.

The door cracked, and there was that smile. I returned it, and we crept out the door silent as mice. There was a shower building, maybe 70 yards from the main dorms. It was a bit of a walk, mostly spent silently rubbing our arms from the morning chill. In those moments, my stomach dropped, and my mind started clicking. Yes, I’m really about to do this. I’m going to go fuck this incredibly beautiful stranger in a public shower. I was terrified and excited and incredibly aroused.

We entered the men’s side of the building, as typical of a camp shower room as I’d seen. He led me, I suppose, as he really did in everything, to the end of the aisle. I was still kind of bashful, and I went into the shower next to his and stripped. I wrapped a towel around me, took another deep breath, and meekly peered around the shower curtain. I had to stop and stare at what I saw.

He wasn’t particularly tall or short; he probably stood Çukurambar Escort an inch above me, and was a few months older. He was slim but nicely muscled, and I can’t help but think now that I sound more like I’m judging livestock than describing someone. I always look to a boy’s upper body; there’s nothing I love more than broad shoulders and strong arms and a chest I can run my hands over. He was built like I couldn’t have dreamed up better. He was tan; I loved that about him too. Between that and dark feathery hair, his bright eyes had an amazing contrast. It made it incredibly hard to look away from them. Unless, of course, you were distracted by his rather nice, rather large cock. That helped.

He looked up, and saw me, and smiled. I shyly dropped my towel, and I like to think, in memory, that he smiled a little more.

(If he’s reading this, you’ll have to forgive me, my memory’s not verbatim and I’ve taken some poetic license.)

I didn’t really know where to begin, so I did where I always do. I watched his eyes, and kissed him for a moment. He was really a rather stellar kisser, the kind that makes you wish you were a better one. He was gentle with his tongue, but teasing. He knew how bad I wanted it, and he enjoyed that more than anything else, I think.

He pushed me up against the wall, and I wrapped my legs around him. Of course, we were wet and had difficulty, so he suggested we shower off first and then begin. Thus I had the incredible pleasure of standing back and watching this boy shower.

It’s kind of fascinating, watching someone shower. It’s almost like seeing them in their own habitat, when they’re not concerned about you for that immediate moment. Of course, I’m not really a voyeur, and I don’t really condone stalking either, but there’s something, a certain truth, in watching someone go about their lives when they’re not trying to put up a front for you.

He moved out from the shower’s spray and I took the vacated spot, and took a moment to enjoy the way he looked at me. I don’t consider myself extremely attractive, nor do I consider myself a gremlin. I’m about 5’8″, a slim build, what some may call boyish. I have a 34 A-and-a-half cup chest, and small hips, though I suppose enough to fill size 5 jeans. I’ve got red or brown hair, depending on who you ask, and a dusting of freckles.

Anyway, I turned off the water, and we toweled off. Genius that he was, he found a plastic folding chair, and put it inside our shower. When he first pushed into me, he was sitting and I was above him. His fingertips squeezed into my hips as I lowered herself onto him, and I couldn’t help but let a moan escape my lips. Escort Çukurambar He was big and full, and made my pussy feel like it had been missing his cock for years. I stroked up and down, rather slowly, exploring the two bodies between the two of us. My fingertips explored the exquisite body before me, and I kissed at his neck and collarbone with absolute admiration.

Before long, though, I became desperate. I bounced up and down on that big, hard cock faster, and I could feel my breath come harder and faster. He took over, lifting me by my hips and slamming himself into me. I could feel myself getting stiffer and realized he was penetrating my cervix. I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming so loud the entire county would hear.

At his instruction, I bent over against the wall, bracing against the corner. He kissed the back of my shoulder, and continued in a line down my back. It excited me, but I was also nervous; I hadn’t done much before then.

“You’re not really going to-” And I cut myself off with a moan as he sucked at my pussy from behind me. He was incredibly good at it, giving head like he kissed. I suppose it is generally the same idea. He applied pressure with his tongue, and sucked just slightly. Especially because it was my first time receiving oral, it was rather incredible.

I knelt on the chair, and bent over the back. His first thrust into me was slow, but he made sure it was deep. He drew back out, and rammed in again. Harder. Farther. He started moving faster, alternating between short fast strokes and the really good ones, the ones that made his balls slap my clit and made me want to scream. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning too loudly. I hadn’t considered myself submissive until then, but lord, did I love it.

He kept pulling my hair and slamming my pussy, and slapped my ass once. I can’t explain how much that single slap excited me. It was partly the quick instant of pain that just accelerated the pleasure, and partly this boy above me, who now so unashamedly did as he liked with me, and treated me as his.

I couldn’t have loved it more. I begged him to spank me again, and again, until he had to stop for fear the noise of my ass being slapped my own moans would draw unwanted attention.

He flipped me over, had me sit on the chair, leaned back. He slammed into me again, quickly now, and wrapped a tan hand around my throat. I closed my eyes in complete rapture at this, I really didn’t know what to do with myself. This boy, he was doing things to me that I hadn’t imagined. I almost felt bad, like I couldn’t return the favor. But I suppose that’s alright, because I’ll get another chance to soon. And because he came all over my chest and stomach.

Even though we had to leave camp and go back to our opposite ends of the state, he’s still my master, and I’m still his little whore. I can’t wait until we’re together again. Oh, and his name is Cole.

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“Cornwall’s, Merry Christmas.”

“And a Merry Christmas to you, too, Andrew. It’s Camellia, darling. How are you and yours?”

“Camellia, what a surprise. We’re going very well, thank-you, and how are things at the Trevethlyn’s?”

“Just lovely, thanks.” There was a pause, “Andy, I was talking to Poppy last night and she told me that she and your dear Steven have never gotten past heavy petting. It seems that the farthest they’ve ever gone was a hand job or two. I thought you might want to know?”

“No! Oh dear, eighteen years old and they’re both still virgins? Good Lord, who’d have thought?”

“I know. Surprising, isn’t it? Whatever is wrong with the current generation, I sometimes wonder. Anyway, because she’s still a virgin I’m going to start her on pompoir exercises after the New Year so that by June she will be fully trained.”

“Are you? What an excellent idea. You know, Jane and I were wondering what to give the boy for graduation. A full course in tantric control might be just the ticket?”

“Really? Hmmm—Asphodel’s doesn’t usually accept clients as young as he is. The assumption is that young men will make their own arrangements but it does make a certain amount of sense. At least that way he won’t have to unlearn anything. And of course it would be all for Poppy’s benefit—eventually. I wonder about the ethics of it, though. I mean, should I be training my daughter’s fiancé?”

“For that matter, should I be sampling my future daughter-in-law? Presuming she and Steve continue to restrain themselves until they graduate Poppy will be a very expensive ‘date’ when June comes. I mean—a pompoir-trained virgin? Pricey!”

“You bet she will be and you can be sure I’m already thinking along those lines, my dear Andrew. Jane may have to put in some overtime to pay for your dalliance. Either that or you’re going to have to win a very big case.”

“That much? But you know, Jane might just do that since my birthday is June twentieth. Not that it would bother her to spend more time ‘at work’ whatever the reason. I’ll talk to her on both subjects, sweetheart. Have Axel kiss you for me and I’ll see you next Wednesday.”

“Smooches, Andy. Pinch Janey for me. Bye, now.”

*****

Poppy Trevethlyn kicked off her galoshes and hung her coat in the mud room. Then she stomped into the kitchen, sat down at the breakfast bar and rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Boys!”

Camellia raised her head from the roast she was basting. “Mmm?”

“Mom, where is Asphodel’s?”

Her mother raised an eyebrow with a half smile. “Asphodel’s? It’s the sixth floor of the Hotel Gentian, right across the street from the capitol building.”

Poppy froze. She looked up at the ceiling and sighed. “Why do I just know I’m going to wish I hadn’t asked this? Mother, what is Asphodel’s?”

Camellia put down the basting brush and reached up into the cupboard. Her smile broadened as she took down two mugs, filled them with coffee, slid one across to her daughter and sat on the stool next to her.

“Asphodel’s is the oldest, most reputable and most expensive bordello in the state. Why do you ask?”

“I knew it, I just knew it,” Poppy muttered under her breath. Aloud she continued, “A bunch of Steve’s friends are talking about going to Asphodel’s after the grad prom.”

Camellia snorted. “In their dreams! I’ll bet they don’t even know where it is and even if they did they couldn’t get there. One must have a key to open the elevator on the sixth floor and the stairwell door only opens from the inside. Besides, none of them can possibly afford it. A trip to Asphodel’s costs a minimum of five hundred dollars and since I’m sure what they want is to get laid good and proper, it would be a thousand or more. Fat chance of that.”

Poppy spewed coffee all over the counter. “Mom! How do you know that?”

Her mother sipped the hot coffee and winked conspiratorially. “Because we own it, or should I say, your grandmother owns it.”

The girl was dumbfounded. After several tries she finally managed to squeak, “Grandma?”

“Mm-hm. And her mother before her and so on clear back to your thrice great-grandmother Asphodel, the one it’s named after. You see, dear, over a hundred years ago your thrice great-grandfather Alonzo died of pneumonia leaving Asphodel a widow with two small children. He’d been a successful merchant but had encored considerable debt in an attempt to expand his business. Asphodel was able to pay off all the indebtedness but had to sell off most of his holdings to do so. By the time she was free and clear all she owned was their home. Admittedly it was a large one but she didn’t have the money to pay for enough staff to run it.

She might have turned it into a boarding house. That would have been a proper thing for a widow of the time to do but instead she moved with the kiddies into a smaller house and turned hers into a house of assignation, that’s a place where people having affairs can meet discretely. All she had to do was make sure the sheets Oran Escort were cleaned after each couple left. It was quite profitable, given that legislators often had (and still have) mistresses in the capitol when they are far from home.”

“And later she turned it into a brothel? I’m shocked.”

“No, later she bought a small hotel and turned it into a brothel. She moved back into the house. Unlike many of her contemporaries she didn’t spend all the money she made on high living. Instead she bought property. When her daughter took over the business she bought railway stock and more income property. Her daughter bought oil and auto stock and even more property and so on. But the only business we ever actually run is Asphodel’s and each of them, or should I say of us, has learned the business from the mattress up.”

Poppy took a while to digest that. “Mother, I’m descended from six generations of . . .?”

“We like the word courtesan, darling. When a man is paying as much as we charge, it’s way beyond whoredom. And yes you are. That’s how I paid for college. That’s how we all pay for college. Sure, Mama could have afforded to send me but earning your way through school flat on your back has become traditional.”

“Does—does Daddy know?”

“Of course he does. We met there. I know you aren’t aware of this but your father swings both ways and as a poor boy on the make, working Asphodel’s was how he paid for college. He doesn’t now, of course, he’s too busy running the foundation. But once you children were old enough to spend the whole day in school I went back to work. I do the lunch shift because it is one of the busiest times of the day. There aren’t many jobs a woman can clear a couple of thousand dollars between eleven and one, you know.”

“Daddy. Swings. Both ways?”

“Yes. Of course now when he wants some cock he goes to his club where his like-minded friends all hang out. That’s his way of getting a little variety just as working at Mama’s place is mine. It obviously isn’t the money, Poppy, not after six generations of intelligent investment. I do it for fun and getting paid is part of the fun.”

*****

Poppy sat on her bed, her head in her hands. It had been too much information. And she knew where it was leading. With six generations of ‘working women’ behind her there was no way she was going to avoid working her way through college flat on her back—or on her hands and knees or reverse cowgirl or any other of the many positions people had sex in. I’m a hereditary whore. She needed to talk to someone about it but who? Ordinarily she would call her patient, tolerant grandmother O’Malley but it was Grandma who was at the root of the problem. Maybe if she called Grandmother Trevethlyn? No, not Nona. She was so proud that her son had pulled himself up by the bootstraps that it would be just rotten to tell her what some of that had entailed. On the other hand her Aunt Cora, her father’s sister, had gone to college on a softball scholarship and was now a prominent attorney in the capitol. A much better choice. She popped open her cell phone.

“Auntie Cora?”

“Well, hello Poppy. What can I do for you?”

“I need to talk to someone.”

“And your mother won’t do?”

“Talking to my mother is why I have to talk to someone, Auntie.”

“Mm?”

“She wants me to start practicing exercises—to learn pompoir, Auntie.”

There was a chuckle on the other end of the conversation. “That’s a very good skill for a young woman and one that’s not easy to learn. I wish I had time to study it, myself, but I hear it takes about six months to develop the strength and coordination. Did she say why she wanted you to learn it?”

“Well—not exactly. But she told me some other things and I’m afraid I know where this is leading.”

Cora laughed out loud. “This is about the family firm, isn’t it?”

Poppy gasped in disbelief. “You know about it?”

“Honey, I’m a lobbyist. Everyone in state politics knows about Asphodel’s. Shoot, girl, I’ve been laid there myself a couple of times.”

The silence was long. “You got laid at Asphodel’s?”

“Sweetie, like I told you. I’m a lobbyist. And there are times when the chair of the Senate finance committee won’t be swayed by campaign contributions, good booze or just any pussy, she wants mine. If that’s what it takes to get a bill through I can muff dive with the best of them.”

“Wait, the Finance Chair is a lesbian? I thought she was all about pride in her family and shit like that.”

“She is. However, now and again she likes something a little different. I’m the different. It gives me an edge over male lobbyists and all’s fair in politics.”

Poppy thought about this for a while. “But you want to be in politics, Auntie. I don’t. I just want to go to college, get my credential and teach kindergarten. I don’t want anything to do with politics or with my grandmother’s business.”

“That, young lady, is where you are dead wrong. Have you any idea how powerful Oran Escort Bayan your grandmother is, politically? Remember last year when the majority and minority leaders where having a very personal spat over the budget? And it looked like it wouldn’t get passed for months, leaving the state treading water and the schools unfunded? And then suddenly all was love and kisses and the budget passed? Have you any idea why that happened?”

“Uh—yes, I remember and no, I don’t know what happened.”

“Your grandmother Azalea quietly called each of them and said that if the state shut down she’d close Asphodel’s until the budget was passed. And not only would she close up shop, she’d go on television and say why, naming names and giving dates.”

“But—but that’s blackmail.”

“No, Poppy, it’s politics. Now, I have a client on call waiting so I’m going to have to hang up. We can talk any time, dear. ‘Bye, Poppy.”

*****

The following Wednesday Camellia closed the door to her room and pushed the “Do Not Disturb” switch. She turned languidly and slid the satin robe off her shoulders and raised her chin. She held the pose long enough to give her client a good look and dropped the robe over the back of a chair. She stepped forward and put her arms around his neck drawing him down for a long, deep, swallowing and probing kiss. When it was over she leaned back.

“Good morning, Mr. Cornwall.” She undid the watch chain from his vest and tucked it into the pocket next to the watch. What tales that time piece could tell! Cornwall men had been clients at Asphodel’s ever since it opened and that watch had been handed down from father to son for six generations. She patted it fondly and continued to undo the vest. Andrew reached into his coat pocket and handed her a fat envelope. She looked at the symbol on the front. It said today he wanted conversation and missionary sex and counted the bills inside. Everything was in order.

As she helped him out of his coat and undid his tie she looked up at him. “You know, Mr. Cornwall, I’ve been giving it some thought. I believe I will take personal charge of Steven’s training. There’s something so deliciously semi-incestuous about getting fucked by one’s future son-in-law that it is positively irresistible.”

“Now don’t get me started on thoughts like that,” Cornwall smiled as he ran his thumbs gently under her nipples. “You’ll have me wanting to put down a deposit on Poppy’s first trick, as right of first refusal to use the legal term for something technically illegal.”

Camellia’s nipples stood up straight and the tingle reached her pussy. She shuddered and licked her lips. “Wait a bit on that, sir. We don’t know that the kids will be able to resist each other for another six months. However, I will teach her how to give good head. That should keep Stevie satisfied for a while. And if it does, I’ll let you know in time. Mother and I have discussed this. Since Poppy’s just the prettiest little thing her well trained virginity will be priced at around forty thousand dollars. After all, she is the Asphodel-in-waiting.”

She moaned as he bent down and sucked one nipple while twisting the other. His style greatly resembled her husband Axel’s and she wondered if they had ever done each other. It seemed unlikely. There was never any subliminal heat between the men when the families got together and twenty years of sex work had made Camellia very good at detecting such things.

Andrew undid his trousers and dropped them to the Persian carpet along with his silk boxers. He lifted her easily off the floor and carried her over to the canopied and veiled four poster. He inspected the tethers that hung from the headboard but decided against them. Not that he couldn’t afford the extra charge but today he wanted talk with his nooky. He kicked his socks off and lay next to her.

Camellia rolled on top of him for another long, wet kiss. She reached down and began stroking his cock. “Some evening when the kids are out, the four of us ought to get together the way we did back in college, Mr. Cornwall. Jane and I could put on a show for you and Mr. Trevethlyn and then the two of you could have your way with us. It might keep your mind off Poppy’s pert little boobs and ass for a while.”

Cornwall held her close with one arm while the other clutched her butt. “Are you kidding? As much as Poppy resembles her mother all it will do is give me more incentive to pay that forty grand. I look at the pictures in the upstairs lobby and I’m amazed at how much the Asphodel women’s looks have carried down through the generations. You’re only one-sixty-fourth of the first one but the two of you could be sisters. And so could Poppy!”

Camellia ground her hips against him and reached up for the condom package on the night stand. Even with clients who were also old and trusted friends, house rules were house rules. She ripped it open and tucked the roll against her pursed lips. Leaning down she put it over the head of his cock and with Escort Oran an easy motion slid it all the way to the base. That was one trick Poppy was going to learn soon, she thought as she worked her throat muscles, squeezing and teasing him. She lifted her head and leaned back, spreading her thighs as she did, then moaned softly as he entered her. She sank her nails into his back and reveled in the warm weight pressing down on top of her, the turgid mass sliding in and out of her. “Ah, Mr. Cornwall, you are always such a good fit. Now, shut up, sir. Just fuck me. We can talk later. Oh, Poppy will just love this.”

*****

Her mother’s Mercedes purred down the street with a very anxiety-ridden Poppy in the passenger seat. The trip down-town from their home in the suburbs could not take too long as far as she was concerned. Her mind drifted to last night’s conversation.

“Mom,” she had begun, “have you any idea what this will do to my life? If Steve ever finds out—worse yet, if his parents ever find out, I’ll be a pariah!”

Camellia smiled benignly. “Honey, Andrew Cornwall has been a client of mine for ten years and Jane occupies the room next to mine on Tuesdays and Thursdays. She’s one of Daddy’s favorites. We used to get together and swap informally before you kids came along and I’m thinking we should resume that. After all, what Andy pays me is just turned around and paid back to Jane. Why even bother with money?”

It had seemed to Poppy that it was at least five minutes before she could speak again. “Jane? Jane and Daddy? You and Andy? What? Is this entire town one huge orgy?”

That had made her mother guffaw. “No, it’s not and we’re not going to talk about this anymore tonight where your younger siblings can hear. However, tomorrow I’m taking you out of school and we’re going down town. It’s high time you toured Asphodel’s in person.”

Poppy tried to imagine what Asphodel’s could be like as Camellia’s car turned down the driveway and into the underground garage of the Hotel Gentian. That seemed perfectly normal but when she got to the end of aisle, instead of turning to go look for a place, Ms. Trevethlyn swiped a key card and a pair of large doors opened in front of them. A young man in a tuxedo opened the driver’s door with a bow and then dashed around to let Poppy out.

“Good Morning, Juan.” Camellia handed the valet her car keys.

“Buenos dias, Señora Trevethlyn. You are a little early today, no?”

“Yes, I am. But I’m not working today, Juan. I’d like you to meet my daughter Poppy. Poppy this is Juan Costada, the head valet.”

Juan bowed deeply and Poppy blushed. “Con mucho gusto,” he intoned.

“Uh, el gusto is mio,” Poppy replied properly, despite a terrible American accent. Still blushing she took her mother’s proffered arm. They walked to the elevator as Juan drove off to park the car.

When the doors opened, Poppy could see that there were only five buttons for the floors above but her mother nonchalantly took out a key and fitted it into the lock above the top button. The doors closed smoothly and the car zipped up to the sixth floor. There the doors opened again to reveal Azalea O’Malley, elegantly clad in a Chanel original suit.

“Darlings,” Grandmother exclaimed, “your timing is exquisite. The tea has been steeping just long enough. Come sit down.”

A boyish but well muscled young man poured their tea and faded into the background. Poppy looked at her grandmother. “Is that the bouncer?”

“Good heavens, no! Asphodel’ doesn’t need a bouncer. We do background checks on all prospective clients and if they have the slightest inclination to rowdy drunkenness they never get invited. All the lobbyists know that, as well, as does the entire legislature. And any new assemblyman or Senator with overly kinky taste? We know about it early and they get a quiet little note letting them know what the limits are here. We do have a dungeon in the subbasement below the parking lot but it hardly ever gets used. Once people find out how much that kind of play costs they make their own arrangements—elsewhere! No, dear, Clarence is the barman—usually.”

“I get it, Grandma. Clarence is the barman for all the straight clients but if a gay guy shows up . . .?”

“Indeed. Or if a lonely lady comes in. That does happen periodically.”

“Like Daddy was?” Poppy’s smile was overly bright.

“Yes, little smart alec, like your father was.” Azalea’s expression was serene but her voice had an edge.

Abashed, Poppy sipped her tea in silence while Camellia and Azalea discussed adult things like cash flow, depreciation on the hotel and health insurance for the workers. Eventually the pot was empty and Grandmother stood up . “Now darlings, Mr. McBride is due here in about ten minutes so I must get ready. Do enjoy the tour, Poppy, and pay attention.” She kissed her daughter and granddaughter on the cheek and breezed out of the room.

Poppy looked around. The lobby looked like a bar in the most expensive, tasteful restaurant in the city. No velvet flocked wall paper, no aspidistras in pots and none of the attractive ladies who floated in and out seemed to be dressed in the least bit provocatively. In a way, it was a bit disappointing. Still, her grandmother’s last comment required clarification.

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Smoking Paradise Island Origin’s Martha

This story is part of a little trilogy of “how did the residents get to the island” you may find it interesting, or you may not.

I have tried to have a different story for each character. I hope that it’s enough to hold your interest.

I hope that there is enough smoking and hints of nice women drinking and smoking for you all to enjoy.

Thanks again,

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2017

Chapter 1

The large gathering of Wilkinson family had all sat down around two long wooden pub beer garden bench tables and eaten their lunch. Jessica Wilkinson tinged her teaspoon against the wine glass and using both hands she managed to stand up, her chubby fingers holding the edge of the table for support as her body gently swayed.

Martha Wilkinson looked across at her mother nervously with one eye as she exhaled a cone out the other side of her mouth as her clearly tipsy mum was whilst waiting for people to be quiet was both trying to stay standing whilst she topped up both their wines glasses.

She coughed loudly “Thank you,” she coughed again and carefully picked up her wine glass and took a messy gulp, before leaning forward to put it back down, “Thank you all for coming for this little celebration, and before we lose my other daughter Hannah into the large rather delicious deserts counter,” she paused as Hannah moaned and rolled her eyes ” which is coming our way in a second, I feel like I should say a few words on behalf of the whole family in support to my other daughter Martha. On behalf of your dad and I…well done to Martha on passing your torturous, stressful exams, it has been seven years of your life and with your serious hard graft you have finally done it. I am I mean, we are, really pleased to finally have a Doctor in the house!” Jessica picked up her wine glass and smiled as she raised her glass “Cheers!” she gulped the fizzy wine, “As she is a proper doctor I am now looking forward to her looking after me in my old age.”

She smiled at the group “I think it’s now time for me to sit down, before I fall down and carry on doing what I do best, which is drinking and now I think it’s very much time for her to say a few words.” and then promptly sat back down, before raising her body slightly and tucking her long floral dress under her legs before her large bottom again reached the bench which creaked loudly as her rear landed.

The alcohol fuelled family group nodded and chatted amongst themselves and then loudly chanted “Speech” and enthusiastically banged the table.

The blonde haired slim Martha shook her head reluctantly and nervously smiled, tutted and placed her lit cigarette in the black ashtray in the middle of the table and as she anxiously stood up, adjusting her own summer dress pulling it up to protect her modesty on her chest as she rose and then with her hand in front of her mouth gently coughed to clear her throat and picked up her glass and took another Dutch courage sip of her wine and smiled at the gathered family. “Firstly, I will follow mum and thank you so much for coming, and I am so glad that it’s not raining so we can all gather outside and not be hiding under umbrellas, or even worse spending most of the afternoon in that little porch over there and of course secondly, but actually more importantly thank you so much Mum and Dad for supporting me through these last few hard years. Initially everyone thought I was mad trying to be a doctor and follow my amazing grandfather, but I really have appreciated everyone’s help and of course assistance and I really couldn’t have done it without you all.”

“Get on with Mart, deserts are coming!” whinged Hannah from the end of the bench as Jessica scowled at Hannah as she waved away the smoke drifting off the cigarette which was left burning in the ashtray in the middle of the table.

Martha smiled at Hannah “I am eternally grateful and almost certainly couldn’t have done it with the endless love and support from my gorgeous sister!” she winked. “Briefly looking forward as most of you now know I have now got the fun task of finding my real job, but I should find out very soon, it could be the local ER department, but if am really lucky I am hopeful to escape to a remote sunny island and work on my tan, I haven’t seen proper daylight for months.” She smiled as the family tapped the table supportively, she glanced to the side, and she clocked the waitress carrying the chocolate cake. “But for Hannah’s sake, I will sit down now, enjoy the cake, and thanks again.” She beamed and sat down and swiftly picked up her cigarette and placed it back between her lips and swiftly took a recuperative drag as the gathered grandmother and aunts and uncles all clapped.

Chapter 2

Martha shook her head and looked down at the table and carefully put her drink down on it, and rubbed her hand under her nose and tucked her hair away from her face again and looked at her dad, tilted her head as she placed the filter between her red lipstick rich lips and pulled Tunalı Escort deeply on her cigarette again and held the smoke within her lungs “Again please Dad, don’t have a go at me, you’re drunk too,” she stated and then let her exhale of smoke pour out, and with her left hand on her hip pulled on her cigarette again “it’s my choice if I want to go and work on this island.” She said before exhaling yet another cone.

“Darling, I don’t want you to have worked so hard to waste it on some hedonistic island.” The overly portly grey-haired Gerald Wilkinson begged.

“Dad, they’ve told me the average age of the inhabitants is sixty-six; it’s a retirement home, in the sun. It will be great to get some experience for my career working with these people.”

“Old people have sex Martha! I should know!” he stated.

Martha shook her head and pulled on the cigarette again “Way too much information Dad”

“So why would you go out there, it’s not as if you are going to find a husband out there, if they are all bloody eighty.”

Martha laughed, “Maybe I could find myself a nice kind sugar daddy!” and then dragged on her cigarette again.

“But what do I tell the Rotarians? My amazing doctor daughter is off swinging on some island in a far-flung corner of the world apparently saving people’s lives?”

Martha glared and exhaled through her nose “The saving people’s lives bit will be true dad.” She stated and glanced at her cigarette and then flicked the growing ash off on to the floor.

“I am just not comfortable with it.”

“I don’t need to pay for board or lodging, cigarettes or alcohol, I just need work on the people in the morning and then go work hard on my tan in the afternoon!” she grinned.

“This is what concerns me, it’s going to be that you are going to join them and be an alcoholic, swinging chain-smoker.” He opened his hands out trying to explain himself.

“Well, if you sell it like that” she grinned fondly at her dad and flicked her cigarette again, the long ash tumbling to the floor.

“Martha!”

“But dad even Mum is halfway there already, and she lives here, don’t worry about me I will be fine.” And took a final drag on the cigarette.

“But darling you full well know that I see a lot of your mum in you!”

Martha shook her head as she exhaled out the corner of mouth and stubbed the cigarette out, picked up her wine and finished it with a final gulp, she then picked up her handbag and whilst holding it close to her chest, she looked at Gerald “See you in a minute Dad!” she stated as she swung her legs from the table, got up and stumbled off in the direction of the toilets.

Chapter 3

Martha gently shut the oak front door and walked into the kitchen and smiled “Morning dad” she said as she sashayed into the kitchen room still in her blue scrubs from nightshift, and came up behind her dad and ran her hands in a faux massage over his shoulders and then affectionately kissed him on the top of his bald pate on his head and leaned across him as he said “morning” as she very unstealthily pulled a cigarette out of his pack on the kitchen table.

“Oh, morning Mart, what did I do deserve that?” He asked as he quickly offered the waiting cigarette a flame from his lighter in his shirt pocket.

“Nothing” she said after finally exhaling, “you were in my way of getting my morning cigarette!” she cheekily grinned and dragged again.

“Hey, they are mine!” he smiled fondly at his daughter “what happened to your own pack?”

“Yours were closer than mine which are still upstairs, I left them here, remember the hospital has become a completely ‘no smoking site’ and its easier if they are not on me!” she grumbled and pulled hard on her first of many post shift cigarettes.

Gerald shook his head “…anyway is it today that you will hear from the hospital trust about your permanent position?”

“Nah, the end of the month, but Dad, I am not expecting to agree to it.” She mused and leant across her dad again and flicked her initial ash off the end.

“You are not serious about the island?”

“Why not dad it will be an adventure?”

“But you won’t get to be a consultant out at this stoner island.”

“Dad, who says I want to be a consultant? Just because grandpa was?”

“He was respected.”

“I can and will be highly respected!”

Gerald smiled “No you will just be high!”

“Dad, that’s not true.” Martha crossed her left hand under her bust and dragged hard on her cigarette as she glared at her dad.

“Well, I spent last night reading up on their website about it…”

Martha glared “Dad, please don’t always believe everything they say on the internet!”

Gerald shrugged his shoulders “Look, I googled and read their rather clunky website and there is literally one paragraph that states they have a functioning hospital, the rest of it is all about how wonderful the sand and blue water is.”

“Yes, that hospital is where I will work.”

“But Martha it’s Tunalı Escort Bayan not a proper hospital.”

“Dad, look, I am going to bed, I’ve had a 20-hour shift and I can’t cope with the argument now.” She took short hard hit again on her cigarette.

“Fine, but I just wish you would reconsider you thought process.”

“We shall see what options I get!”

“Oh, to get into Bart’s, that’s a good option and hospital, you know you could always give up smoking if that helps?”

Martha laughed and reached across the flicked her ash again, “DAD, as I have said several times over the years, even after I first started, I would do only if both you and mum did as well? Then we have a deal” she smirked and cocked her head to the side, closed her eyes and her chest rose as she filled her lungs with smoke and as she opened her eyes again she exhaled and said “goodnight dad” as she headed to the hallway as her dad grumbled, opened his mouth to reply before shaking his head acknowledging defeat and looked down at his paper as she then smiled and clumped tiredly up the stairs.

A few minutes later Hannah heavily stomped down the stairs.

“Morning dad, ooh toast” She stated as she too kissed him on the top of his head and leaned across and stole his remaining piece of toast of his plate. “Ooh cold toast and no jam…” she said as she frowned and chewed.

“Well, it was…. never mind…” he sighed “What are you doing today?”

“Work, I am…”she looked at the clock on the wall “…late already…mum still asleep…bye dad.” she said with her mouthful as she picked up a black handbag off the floor quickly rummaged around checking things where there and then headed for the door

“Yeah, she went out with Janice again…”

“Lucky her, right got to go…bye dad.” Hannah waved and then as Gerald opened his mouth

“Your mum is asleep, and your sister is trying to sleep don’t sla….”

He started to say as she slammed the door, the leaving the metal letterbox swinging and clapping afterwards.

Chapter 4

Gerald looked up from his paper as he heard clumping along the landing upstairs.

“Afternoon Jess” stated as the bleary-eyed Jessica rubbed her eyes as she made her way down the stairs in her white fluffy dressing gown.

She coughed and rubbed her eyes again as she reached the bottom step. “Morning darling, where is everyone?”

“It’s twelve fifteen, it’s definitely afternoon, they are either still in bed or out at work.”

“Fuck, sorry how did that happen?” She asked looking around at the empty kitchen diner.

“Well what time did you get home?”

“I don’t know, two maybe?” she stated as she leant across Gerald and extracted a cigarette from the pack on the table. Gerald smiled and as he had done thousands of times offered her a flame from the lighter.

“It was more like three, I know Janice needs to get out after her divorce, but you have got to remember you still have a husband and a family.”

Jessica exhaled. “I do know that I have an amazing husband.” She leaned in for a kiss. “But I need a coffee or two!”

“The kettle is still hot.” He smiled and sipped his coffee.

“Good, but why are you looking so grumpy?” as asked as she padded towards the kitchen.

“Just Martha stuff again going around in my head.”

“Is she still talking about going to that island?”

“Yup” he called to her as she clattered around in the kitchen before returning dangling her cigarette and carrying her mug securely in two hands.

“It’s not our fault she started smoking. We were very good I had thought we were very good in making sure they both didn’t pick up our awful habit.”

Gerald chuckled “Yeah she must have been the oldest to actually start smoking at Uni!”

Jessica took a deep drag off her cigarette before leaving in in the ashtray as she exhaled and picked up her mug again in both hands as she exhaled through her nose and took a gulp of the brown liquid “We were not there to tell her off!” she grinned. “What did she say again, the seniors in her course taught her how to smoke to reduce stress?”

Gerald chuckled again “Yeah can you imagine it a group of trainee doctors all learning to smoke in the evening trying deal with the stress of dealing with blood and guts from dealing with people who are sick because they smoke.”

“Don’t start we will be one of those people one day!” Jessica sternly looked at her husband and took another drag on her cigarette.

“Especially if you are out drinking and partying all night long, you’re not eighteen anymore, darling!” he scolded her.

“To be honest, I am feeling it today, but surely, I am allowed little fun darling, I’ve earnt it? Two grown up daughters, wonderful husband, why can’t go out and enjoy myself now, it was good fun last night, you missed out!”

“Hmmm.”

“So, what is this about Martha?” Jessica asked before picking up and taking another drag.

“She is still talking of giving up her place at Escort Tunalı Barts to runaway to this pot island.”

“That is not how she described it, wasn’t it almost guaranteed 350 days of sun a year, freeboard, and all the alcohol and cigarettes you could dream of or something?”

“Don’t you start?”

“What?”

“Singing the positives of this darn island. She will be stoned out her head swinging from the trees with three children from 2 different octogenarian pervey men!”

“She is more sensible than that darling, but if she wants to go, should we let her?”

“What travel halfway around the world all on her own?”

“She is a highly educated, grown woman?”

“Would you, do it?”

Jessica screwed her face up in disgust “God no.”

“Well then, why should she?”

“Because years ago, darling we promised each other not to hold our girls back.” Jessica stretched her arm and defiantly flicked her cigarette on the ashtray.

Gerald sighed “I know, I know, I know…but you know…”

“I do, but she is bright, and persistent.

“Yeah, can you remember that Christmas she came back from uni after she started smoking?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“She almost religiously would have to keep going outside every couple of hours for fresh air, even in the wind and rain.”

“Oh god yeah,” he chucked again “I found her sheltering from the sleet in the shed smoking a cigarette.”

“She sheepishly came back in, didn’t she?” Jessica deeply laughed again.

“I think we played it right by giving her hug and telling her off being silly rather than anything else, but it did mean that the following Easter holiday she came back with that tattoo above her bum.”

“True, at least her tramp stamp stays hidden most of the time, especially at work by her scrubs but with her smoking it just means Hannah is cross with all three of us for having a cigarette in the evening!” Jessica grinned, trimmed her ash, took a final drag and then stubbed it out as she exhaled. “Any way, I think my stomach can now face food, it’s time for breakfast.”

“You mean lunch?”

Jessica shrugged her shoulders “Yeah, I guess so. Then you can take me out shopping, don’t think I should drive!”

Gerald pursed his lips and shook his head.

Chapter 5

Martha shuffled on the sofa and went to grab her pink Bic to light her cigarette and then stopped and removed the filter from her lips as she yawned and stretched, her elbows clicking loudly as she reached up, she then replaced her unlit cigarette back between her lips and reached across to the lighter on the coffee table lit it with a double pump inhale as she sighed the exhale and flipped her slim smooth bare legs under her pink silky pyjama shorts, and turned the TV on using the remote next to her pack on the arm of the sofa and settled in for a couple of hours chilling watching day time television repeats before heading back to work.

The peace was soon disturbed by the front door bursting open with Hannah standing there carrying a tray of iced donuts.

“Afternoon Mart” she smiled as she kicked the door shut with her foot and carried the tray in.

“Afternoon, how was work, Han?” Martha asked as she leaned forward and flicked her cigarette in the large glass ashtray on the coffee table and then settled back on the sofa in her tucked in a ball position.

“Stressful as ever, been on my feet all day and it wasn’t helped by Matt was whinging about his love life with Graham again and Nadine had the worst hangover ‘ever’ and wasn’t much help to me.” She wryly smiled. “So, I bought donuts. That helped me!”

“Oh, poor Nadine, but those two guys are lovely though!” Martha said and ran her thumb along her lips and drew on her cigarette again.

“Yeah, they are when they are not complaining quite so dramatically, so are you working again tonight?” Hannah asked as she carried the donuts into the kitchen walking through the cloud of Martha’s exhaled smoke.

“Yup, mum and dad are out shopping, or sobering mum up delete as appropriate.” She giggled to herself and took another drag.

Hannah shook her head as she came back into the living room “Mum is having fun helping Janice at the moment isn’t she!” and then took a bite out of a donut and licked her lips.

“I am worried for her; she is acting like a wing ‘wo’man for Janice as a couple of cougars roaming the town at night looking for unsuspecting men!” Martha said and screwed her face up at the thought as she flicked her ash again.

“I think Mum and Dad are more worried about you!” Hannah said as she sat down on the chair opposite.

“I can’t see why I am fine, if a little tired from nightshift and will need another coffee before going starting my next shift, but apart from that I am fine, I was thinking of going to the movies on Friday night, if you want to?” she grinned and placed the orange filter back between her lips and her cheeks briefly collapsed as she took another lungful of smoke.

Hannah chewed on her last of her donut as she licked the sugar off her hands and then wiped them on her dress as Martha exhaled a cloud of smoke into the middle of the room. “I would love to, but Mum was saying that you are serious about going to the island?”

A wry smiled crept across Martha’s face. “Han, yes I am.”

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Chapter 2

Jack stared at the computer monitor; his mouth partially open. He reread the email that Jess had sent to him, just to make sure that he hadn’t imagined her words.

I’m going to need you to work late every day this week.

Jack slowly shook his head, letting the implication of her words sink in. There was only one thing that she could have meant. Jess wanted him to help her with her milk again.

Or maybe even more.

Jack reached down and rearranged himself, his cock becoming uncomfortably hard while thinking about the email. He quickly closed the window and looked around the office, confirming that no one had been looking at his screen, potentially seeing Jess’ message. His stomach fluttered, both excited and nervous about the new relationship in his life. If it could even be called a relationship.

His love life left a lot to be desired these days, but only since moving to the city. Jack’s last relationship, with Amanda, had lasted the better part of three years, the longest relationship of Jack’s life. They loved each other, had similar interests, even liked the same movies; but within the first few months Jack knew that it probably wouldn’t work out.

They were completely incompatible sexually. Jack liked to be active in the bedroom, exploring new ideas and dynamics; Amanda liked the lights off and missionary.

Helping Jess with her engorgement was the first truly kinky thing that Jack had ever been allowed to participate in; and it had been with an incredibly hot woman. Jack closed his eyes, remembering the taste of her milk, the feeling of her nipple in his mouth, and the way her milk dripped from her breasts as he jerked off.

Jack rearranged his pants again; at this rate he would need to go and let off some steam just to concentrate on his work. He put his headphones into his ears and selected some music to listen to. His theory was that if he focused on his work, his erection would go away, and the end of the day would seem to arrive sooner.

His plan had worked, before long he checked his watch and saw that it was almost lunch time already, the end of the day getting within reach.

Jack pushed himself away from his desk, taking his headphones out as his chair rolled across the floor. He stood and began walking towards the kitchen when Jess suddenly appeared in front of him.

“Oh, hi.” Jack said, willing his cock to stay flaccid.

“Have you been doing work on the Smith file?” Jess said, firmly.

“Uh, yesterday I did. Why?” Jack replied, nervously.

Jess’ shoulders slumped as she let out a sigh.

“Well, that file is a mess, we need to have a chat. My office, please.” Jess said, her arm raising and directing him across the office floor.

Jack’s face flushed, he thought he had done good work on the Smith file, he couldn’t think of anything that could be wrong. Definitely nothing that would require a telling off. He walked through the doorway to Jess’ office and took a seat in front of her desk. Jess walked in a moment later, closing the door behind her.

“Jack.” She said, as she stared closing the blinds between her office and the rest of the building. “I wanted to thank you again for helping me last night.”

Jack watched her pulling the blinds closed, still unsure if he was actually in trouble of not. He watched her reaching for the cord, her blue dress rising up the back of her legs each time.

“Ah, that’s okay.” Jack replied, confused.

“And I want you to know, what happened is completely between the two of us.” Jess said, sitting in her chair on the opposite side of the desk. “You don’t have to worry about being treated differently to the rest of the staff.”

“Oh, sure, that’s fine.” Jack stammered.

“That arrangement is completely separate to work. Are we on the same page?”

“Absolutely.” Jack said, nodding with enthusiasm.

“Good to hear.” Jess said, leaning forward. “Because I was wondering if you’d be interested in helping me again.”

Jack’s cock sprang to life instantly as he realized why Jess had closed all the blinds.

“This isn’t about the Smith file, is it?” He said.

“No, Jack, I don’t care about the Smith file in the slightest.”

“You want help now? In here?”

“That’s right, this piece of shit is still broken.” Jess said, pushing her breast pump with the back of her hand. “I fed on my left breast this morning, but my right one is engorged; and without a pump I’m kind of stuck.”

Jack shuffled in his seat, his erection trying to form a tent in his pants. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This sexy, busty woman was asking him to suck on her nipple again. He was trying to calm himself down, hoping not to reveal how excited the prospect made him, while sounding eager enough to show interest.

“Absolutely!” He blurted out. “If that’s what you want.”

“It’s not what I want, but what I need, Jack. I need you to know that if you say no, nothing bad will Çukuramba happen to you, this is completely up to you.” Jess said, trying to reassure him.

“No that’s fine, I’m happy to help. But what if someone comes in?”

“No one will, they think you are in trouble, they will steer clear.” Jess said, smiling. “And the door is locked.”

Jack looked around the office, trying to see if there was any other way for people to see them, but came up empty. His hands shook slightly, quivering with excitement.

“Okay, sure. I’m in.” He said, smiling across the desk.

“Thank god, I’m bursting here.” Jess said, returning his smile.

“How should we do it?” Jack asked, looking around the office once more.

“Well, I don’t have a couch here, so we are going to have to improvise.” Jess said, slowly unbuttoning her shirt. “I think if I sit here, and you kneel on the ground next to my chair, we will be close to the right height.”

Jack stood up from his chair and walked around the desk, more than ready to help his boss out. He watched Jess’ hands make their way down her shirt, picking away at each button, revealing more of her chest with every movement.

“Well then.” Jess said, looking at the tent in Jack’s pants. “I guess you’re telling the truth about wanting to help.”

Jack quickly and unsuccessfully tried to cover the bulge in his pants. He was so swept up in the moment that he had forgotten about his cock.

“Shit, sorry.” He said.

“Don’t be, it’s only natural. I thought he would be a bit more subdued after last night, but it looks like he is relentless.” Jess said, chuckling.

Jack watched as she finished with her last button, before pulling the white fabric aside, revealing a white bra with thick black trim around the seams. Her breasts looked fantastic, her thick nipples poking through the fabric of the bra. Her cleavage plunged downwards, a dark shadow cast between her engorged tits.

Jack’s cock strained against his pants, begging to be set free, as he knelt down next to her chair.

“Is here okay?” He asked.

“Only one way to find out.” Jess said, unclasping the bra from the front, her breasts falling free.

Her nipple stood firm, white dots of milk forming on the tip before dripping off. She leaned forward, turning her body in the chair to bring her nipple closer to Jack’s mouth.

“You might have to sit up a bit higher.” She said.

Jack straightened his back, leaning forward to meet Jess’ breast with his mouth. The arm of her office chair pressed into his chest, stopping him from leaning forward any further. Jess placed her hand underneath her breast as she leant forward, pushing her breast towards him.

Jack opened his mouth and tried to take the nipple in, but he was a few inches short of where he needed to be, the arm of the office chair impeding his ability to latch onto her nipple. He stuck his tongue out, gently licking the milk from the end of her nipple, before she pulled away, sighing as she did so.

“This isn’t going to work, come sit in front of me. You can get closer.”

Jack shuffled on his knees, moving to in front of Jess. He looked up at his boss, her breasts swaying slightly as she moved forward in her chair. Jess sat at the edge of her seat and opened her legs, her knees going on each side of Jack’s body, as she rolled the chair forward.

Jack glanced down, looking at her stocking covered thighs as they passed by him, her blue skirt riding up, a hint of white panties showing.

“Eyes up, Jack.” Jess said, chuckling.

Jack lifted his head and was immediately met with a breast pressed against his face. He opened his mouth and took Jess’ nipple into his mouth, sucking eagerly as the first flow of milk hit his tongue.

“That’s it.” Jess said, breathing a sigh of relief.

Jack felt the milk pouring into his mouth, covering his tongue as it flowed freely from her stiff nipple. He thought is tasted sweeter today, less metallic, almost impossibly warm.

“My letdown is coming.” Jess said, whispering sensually.

Jack was ready for it this time, sucking firmly on her nipple as he felt the increase in volume come pouring out of her breast. He managed to avoid the jet of milk hitting the back of his throat, swallowing quickly to try and keep up.

Jack lifted his hand, gently holding the bottom of her voluptuous breast as he suckled away at her nipple. Jess inhaled sharply for a moment when his hand made contact with her skin, surprised by his tender touch.

Jack noticed goosebumps spreading across her chest as he rolled his tongue across her nipple, purposely trying to arouse her. He looked up at her while he sucked and saw that she had her eyes closed. Her mouth was slightly open as she breathed quickly, lost in her own word.

Jack felt her legs close slowly, her thighs pressing against his sides as she held him. Jack took it as a sign that he was doing a good job and began sucking slightly harder, trying to settle into a rhythm Çukurambar Escort of on and off suction, intentionally trying to pleasure her.

The flow of milk had started to ease off, a few drops coming out with each suck instead of a free-flowing stream.

Jack knew that the session would come to an end soon.

He prepared himself for Jess to pull away, or to relax her legs from around him, but neither happened. She remained still, the nylon of her stockings rubbing against his ribs, breathing deeply.

He could see that she was enjoying herself, the situation turning from functional to erotic. Jack knew that he wanted to take it further but wasn’t entirely sure what would be acceptable.

His free hand began to move, running on auto-pilot, tracing gently over the skin of her stomach. He slowly reached out for her free breast, taking the weight of it into the palm of his hand.

Jess took another sharp breath, flinching slightly as Jack touched the flesh of her other breast. He looked up and saw that her eyes were still closed, her legs were still holding him tight, a signal that he could continue.

He sucked at nipple while his hand gently rubbed her other breast, her breathing quickening further as he rolled his fingers over her nipple. It responded to his touch, stiffening further, becoming moist as milk began to form on the end of it. Jack felt the milk roll down his thumb as he rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“God…” Jess whispered, her legs tightening against him again.

Jack realized that there was hardly any milk flowing into his mouth anymore. He continued to slide his tongue across her nipple, gently flicking it back and forth.

Suddenly, Jess’ legs opened, releasing Jack from her hold. Jess sat up straight and pulled her nipple from his mouth.

“That…that is enough.” Jess said, panting gently.

Jack removed his hands from her body, leaning away from her as she rolled her chair away slightly.

Jack took in the sight of the woman in front him. Jess’ eyes were still shut, her enormous breasts still bare, milk slowly dripping from the side that he wasn’t sucking on. Her skirt had hiked up further, revealing that she was wearing thigh high stockings, white lace panties covering her most private of places.

His cock throbbed as it strained against his pants. He desperately wanted to take his cock out and jerk-off, but he needed Jess to be the one to bring it up. He didn’t want to assume that he was allowed to do that in front of her, even after what they had just done together.

Jess slowly opened her eyes and looked down at Jack. A smile started to spread across her face; beautiful white teeth showing behind bright red lipstick.

“Well…” She said, mostly whispering. “That did the trick.”

A knock at the door rang through the office, making them both jump and turn to look in that direction.

“Jess?” A voice called through the door.

“What is it?” Jess replied.

“We have that client meeting; it was supposed to start five minutes ago.”

“Shit.” Jess said under her breath. “I’ll be done in a moment!” She called back, scrambling to button up her shirt.

Jack stood up, giving her the space to straighten her clothes out. Jess chuckled as she finished buttoning her shirt, looking down at the bulge in Jack’s pants.

“We can take care of that later.” She said, pulling her skirt into position.

Jess passed a clipboard to Jack, a piece of paper clipped to the front.

“Sit at my desk and pretend to fill this in until your boner dies down.” She said.

Jack understood, though he thought it might be a little while before his cock decided to cooperate.

Jess moved towards him and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek, before reaching down and grabbing the shaft of his cock through his pants.

“Thank you, I owe you one.” She said before swiftly walking to the door and leaving the office.

Jack quickly sat down, hiding the tent in his pants as best as he could while pretending to fill in paperwork. The sounds of the rest of the staff had returned now that the door was open, people rushing about their day, completely oblivious to what had happened in this office.

Jack waited patiently for his erection to start to soften, struggling to push images of the last thirty minutes to the back of his mind. After a while, the rumbling in his hungry stomach pushed the images of Jess’ beautiful breasts away and allowed his cock to soften.

Jack stood up and walked to the kitchen, wanting to reheat his lunch and retreat to his desk, but as soon as he walked in, he was greeted by a familiar voice.

“Jacky-boy!” Vince called out, his mouth half full of food. “I heard you got dragged into the Ice-queen’s office, you get fired?”

Jack retrieved his lunch and placed it into the microwave before engaging with Vince.

“No, not fired, just clearing up a few things.” He replied.

“Lucky, usually she clears things Escort Çukurambar up by clearing peoples desks out.” He said, chuckling at his own joke.

Jack feigned a smile, not wanting to upset Vince but also not wanting to bad-mouth a woman that he was lusting for so badly. He grabbed his lunch and left the kitchen, giving Vince an awkward wave on the way out.

He wanted to tell Vince to shut-up, but he knew that it would create too much attention. He had a great thing going with Jess at the moment and he didn’t want to take any chances that might ruin that.

He sat at his desk, placed his headphones back in and started eating his lunch. Hoping that the end of the day would hurry-up so he could get the release that he desperately needed.

*

Jack couldn’t concentrate on his work, he spent the majority of the afternoon shuffling emails into different folders in a futile attempt to look like he was busy. He couldn’t get the images of Jess out of his mind. The way she smelled, the way she tasted, the lacey white underwear that he saw under her skirt.

His cock had been growing and shrinking all afternoon, driving him crazy with the pressure in his pants. Finally, the last few people in the office had packed up their belongings and said their farewells. Jack stood up while he packed his things into his bag, making sure that he couldn’t see anyone else in the office.

He took a short walk around the cubicles, finding no signs of life, before heading towards Jess’ office. He didn’t know exactly what to expect tonight. Jess had said that they would “take care” of his erection, she’d even touched it, but he didn’t want to assume anything. If she needed his help, he would assist her in any way that he could.

He approached the open door of her office and knocked on the doorframe.

“Hey, Jess?” He said as he poked his head around the corner.

He was met with an empty office, Jess’ desk sat unoccupied. Jack’s heart sank for a moment, desperately upset that Jess had left without telling him.

“Hey!”

Jack spun around and saw Jess calling him from down the hallway, outside the meeting room that they had used last night. Her shirt was already half unbuttoned as she slowly motioned with one finger for jack to come down the hallway.

“I thought you’d gone home.” Jack said, making his way to her.

“With this level of engorgement? No chance.” She said, her hands lifting and dropping her breasts as she chuckled.

Jess walked into the meeting room and took a seat on the same couch as last night. She unbuttoned the remaining buttons of her shirt and patted the couch next to her.

“Come on, I need your help.”

Jess opened her shirt and unclasped her bra, letting her breasts fall free once again. Jack’s cock responded by becoming firm as he walked across the room and laid down on the couch. He rested his head onto her lap and looked up from below Jess’ swollen breasts. Her nipple was already starting to leak white milk as she lowered it to his mouth.

Jack greedily took the nipple into his mouth, starting with gentle sucking motions, letting the milk flow into his mouth immediately. Jess let her head fall back as she let out a small groan, clearly getting a great amount of pleasure from the situation.

Jess’s body tensed up slightly, indicating that her letdown was about to hit. Jack sucked slightly harder, rolling his tongue across her nipple as milk started to gush into his mouth. He eagerly swallowed Jess’ letdown as it filled the front of his mouth, trying to keep up with the volume that was flowing in.

“That’s perfect.” Jess whispered, her hand running through the hair at the back of his head and pulling him closer to her breast.

Jack took her lead and sucked harder, pulling as much milk out as he could, trying to emulate the rhythm that had worked for her during their previous session. A moan escaping Jess’ lips let him know that he had succeeded.

Jack watched from below as the pace of her breathing picked up, his tongue flicking back and forth across her nipple as he continued to suck at her breast. Jack’s pants crushed his cock as it hardened in his pants, becoming almost painful as it pressed against the fabric.

Jess’ hand suddenly grabbed hold of Jacks wrist slowly guiding it to her free breast. Jack immediately began playing with her nipple, feeling it harden between his fingers.

Jack used his hand and mouth to pleasure her, milk dripping into his palm as he gently played with her free nipple.

“Swap sides.” Jess whispered, letting go of Jack’s hair.

Jack stood up, his obvious erection pointing at Jess from behind his pants. Jess didn’t seem to notice as she stood up and pulled her white shirt off, before removing her bra completely. Jess stood in front of him, her bra falling to the floor.

“You don’t mind, do you?” Jess asked, smirking.

“N…no” Jack stammered, taking in the sight of his beautiful, topless boss.

“Good, because I don’t want to get milk stains on my skirt.” She said.

Jess reached for the small button at the top of her blue skirt, unclasping it and pulling down at the waistline. Jack watched her wiggle her backside as the skirt fell free, revealing her white lace panties, followed by her black thigh-high stockings.

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Patty’s Lace Ch. 15

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Patty’s Lace

This is the story of Patty and her Adventures in the city. Be sure to check out the profile to read the foreword to her story, and a link to image albums of the outfits used during appointments kept.

Chapter 14, Thrifty Monday!

Waking up to gorgeous red half-slip she was wearing wrapped around his hard cock, Young stirred as Patty quietly climbed from the bed. Plugging in the pot, the elixir of life started to brew, as she found some cinnamon rolls in on top of the fridge. Going to the bath, she stepped out of the slip leaving it on the floor outside the bath door and started the shower.

Hearing the bath door open, she fist-bumped with James as he reached into her shower and started purring. He joined her after a few minutes in the shower with of all things, a cinnamon roll, feeding her, taking a bite, and she finished it up, giggling. They played with and washed each other until as usual, the hot water ran out.

Patty dried James and be-bopped out of the bath, to the armoire. Some full cuts went up her legs followed by a pretty Dreamtime mini half-slip that she sewed the gorgeous four-inch-wide lace to its bottom herself. Walking to the kitchen, she poured a cup as he joined her kissing her neck as his arms went around her waist.

She started pouring a cup for him and he whispered, “Just water, please.” She poured his coffee into her cup, rinsed his and filled it with water.

Patty’s phone chirped and she answered Cindy’s call, “Wake up, Sleepyhead, I’m on the way, see You in about thirty!” Is your buddy coming?

Patty asked Young if he was coming and he replied, “I’m sorry Sugar, I have to get some more sleep for my shift tonight, maybe next trip out?”

Looking up with pouty lips, Patty said, “Ok” then added, “Back in the Saddle, Cowboy!” and smiled answering Cindy with, “James can’t come, but Steve will be with us. I’ll call him, See You soon!”

Patty rang Steve’s number and he answered as she moved between the back of the couch and side window topless, in just her slip and panties. She saw him as he answered move into his living room, and they looked at each other as they chatted.

“Get ready, Cindy will be here in a few minutes for Thrifty Monday! You still coming, right?” Patty asked.

Steve answered laughing, “Sure! It looks like You may need to get ready though!”

Patty looked down then back up and her boobs jiggled as she shrugged her shoulders at him saying, “See You downstairs in a little bit!” and they clicked off.

She traded the Dreamtime slip for a lacy Lorraine mini half-slip and a floral print skirt went up her legs over the pretty slip that fell to about mid-thigh. Patty then put on a crop-top that had a vintage Wynn’s Friction Proofing Hot Rod logo with no brassiere under and tied it off as James adjusted the Golden Heart Belly Chain from Hadra. He sat in the chair playing with her feet as he put her lace topped socks on them and tied the All-Stars tight.

Patty grabbed a casual clutch, putting her money clip, cards, and essentials inside and headed for the door. Stopping when Young put his arms around her waist, Patty turned, and her arms went around his neck. They swayed in the open doorway for a few moments looking into each other’s eyes, as he said. “Have Fun and Good Luck with the Treasure Hunt!”

They kissed and Patty replied, “I wish You could come, but You Sleep Well, with Sweet Dreams, Cowboy!

James said, “My Dreams will be of You.” as she walked down the hall, then looked over her shoulder and blew him a kiss.

Now it was his turn to sit in the big bay window. He watched as she came out of the building, standing on the sidewalk, Steve came out of his building after a few moments and Patty kissed his cheek. They chatted looking up and down the street. After a couple of minutes Cindy’s Chevy Suburban rumbled up the street, did a three-point turn and pulled up to them.

Steve held the door open for Patty and she stepped into the front passenger side. Gently closing it, He stepped into the rear passenger side. As they pulled away and took off, James thought, “They are in Good Hands, as he climbed out of the window and back into the bed of slips.

As they rode toward Lisa’s House, proper introductions between Cindy and Steve were made and it wasn’t long until Cindy pulled up in the drive and blew the horn on the Suburban. After a few moments, Lisa stepped out looking fantastic in her long organic cotton rust color Boho Skirt with wrap top. She had on tan boots and when she walked there was just a little peek of formal slip lace from underneath.

Cindy said, “Let’s step out for a minute,” as she opened her door. Patty did the same from the front passenger seat as Steve exited the rear driver’s side.

Lisa bounced across the yard, yelling, “Hi S-Sissie” as her lavish lace fell from her skirt. Cindy gathered Lisa up in her arms for a hug while Patty leaned against the front of the Suburban with Steve out the door on the driver’s side noticing some Vassarette Signature lace peek Eryaman Escort out from under Cindy’s dress. Lisa bounced from Cindy’s into Patty’s arms with a “Sissie!” as Patty caught her.

They hugged and Patty said, “You look fabulous!” Lisa took a couple steps back and twirled then giggled, as Cindy said, “Let’s get going!”

Patty chimed in with, “Lisa, I’d like for You to meet a friend of mine, his name is Steve.” as Lisa approached him with a hand out. Patty said, “Steve, meet my Sister, Lisa!” It felt so good to Patty to be able to say those words.

Steve gently took Lisa’s hand and kissed it, saying, “Very Nice to meet You, Lisa,” She bounced around and into the front passenger seat of Cindy’s Suburban as Patty joined Steve in the backseat. Some of Patty’s Lace popped out as she slid in.

Skytower walked out on the porch in full uniform, cup of coffee in hand, and the Suburban unloaded. Cindy ran to Him and jumped in his arms, kissing his cheek. He spun her around and set her down gently. Patty walked up and he grabbed her, picking her up and spinning her as she giggled and kissed his cheek. Setting her down, he looked at the three sisters and asked, “Where are my Treasure Hunters going today?”

Patty spoke up saying, “Ohh we have a tour guide!” Steve walked up and the guys shook hands as Patty introduced them properly.

Sky said, “Hey, I recognize You! Are You the guy from the Aetós report?”

Steve replied, “Yes” relieved because it’s usually not a good thing when a cop recognizes you!

Skytower continued with, “Man, I really like Your Podcast” as Cindy and Patty snuggled with him, one on each side. “You really do News and Politics well!”

Lisa fidgeted around in her bag, producing her phone as Steve said, “Thanks!” She tugged Steve’s shirt and he moved by her as she prepared to shoot images of Her Man in Uniform with Cindy and Patty on each side of him, snuggled in close.

After shooting the images, Lisa handed the phone to Cindy and went to Sky snuggling in. “Big Smiles, Biiiigggg Smiles!” Cindy shouted while she snapped images of the trio, a few of them as Lisa looked up to Sky with admiration.

A little bit of chat, and a long, see You later, alligator kiss for Lisa and Sky, everybody loaded up as Cindy fired up the Suburban. Sky was shouting, Have Fun and waving as they backed out into the street.

Approaching Beverly Boulevard, Cindy asked, East or West?

Steve chimed in with, “I know a place on Melrose, called get this, Wasteland if it sounds interesting.”

“How ’bout it, gang?” Cindy asked.

Lisa bounced in her seat excitedly, clapping her hands, Patty punched Steve’s arm in the back seat saying, “I’ve been there, lotsa cool stuffs, Good Choice!”

“Ok, Wasteland it is” Cindy said as she put the address in her GPS and straight-ahead crossing Beverly Boulevard, they went! She also looked Steve’s way through the rearview mirror, a lot, smiling.

Heading west on Melrose they found a spot, and everybody piled out of the Suburban. Crossing the street and going inside, the group split up. Patty started thumbing the racks, looking for of course, Vintage Slips! Finding a few, she ended up with three lacy full slips and two half-slips, along with a couple of camisoles. Patty joined Lisa and Cindy as a lady was retrieving a tye-dye drawstring bag from a display case for Lisa. Handing the bag to her, Lisa looked up and smiled wide as Cindy said, “Thank You”

Nodding to both, the lady said, “Your Quite Welcome” then scurried away to help other customers as Lisa looked inside the bag as if it were a treasure chest.

Steve came around the corner with an armload of clothing and a Cool Fedora on his head. Patty turned and called him, “Indy” as he reached into her basket grabbing a lacy coral color vintage half-slip for a closer look. The ladies giggled at the Indy remark, as he said, “Nice” and dropped the slip back into the basket.

Lining up, they paid for their purchases and out to the Suburban they went. Cindy remarked, “Ladies and Gents, this is a good start, but we need to have this truck loaded and full, by sundown!” Everybody laughed as Lisa switched the contents of her purse into the new to her tye-dye bag.

“There is another place just down the street to check out, if You like,” Steve said and added, “Just a couple blocks away.”

“Great!” Cindy said, “We can leave the truck here!” plucking change into the meter.

Taking Patty’s arm on one side, and Cindy’s arm to his right, the group strolled down to and crossed Gardner with Lisa staying close to Cindy. As they went inside the store on the corner, they grabbed some oversized hand baskets and stayed pretty close as they explored the store for treasures.

Lisa found a nice casual long dress in the racks and took a couple steps back as she held the dress up for Patty to see.

A woman came around the corner, bumping her cart into Lisa, then looked at her with a scowl as she just about yelled, “What is the matter with Escort Eryaman You?”

Lisa turned and said, “I ap-ap-apologize, I’m sor-sorry.”

The woman looked Lisa up and down and started berating her making fun of her stutter and saying things like, “What are You? The female version of Forrest Gump?” as she laughed.

Patty grabbed Lisa, taking her into her arms, holding her tight and turning her from the vile woman’s continued attack as Lisa cried out. Looking over her shoulder Patty growled, “Go away, I’m warning You, Go Away!”

Cindy came flying around the corner glancing at Patty as she shielded Lisa from the repugnant woman’s verbal onslaught while she passed by them dropping her full hand basket and right into the woman’s face, saying, “Lookee here, bitch. I don’t know what your problem is, but You better fix it, right now or I’ll drop You where You stand.”

Cindy continued as she moved forward while the woman moved back leaving her cart. “Nobody, I mean Nobody makes My Sister cry, What the fuck, I mean, REALLY, What the Fuck!” The woman started to speak, but Cindy shut her down, pointing, “Just walk away, in that direction, while You can.” as Steve joined the group.

She did and showed back up with a manager after a couple of minutes as Patty and Cindy consoled Lisa and dried her eyes.

The manager told the group that it was time for them to leave and Steve stepped up, getting in his face. “So that’s it? You don’t want to hear both sides?”

The manager just crossed his arms over his chest and said, “I can call the police, if You would like to explain this to them.” Steve and the manager went into a staring contest until he heard a thump and looked over his shoulder.

Lisa’s foot was on the edge of her hand basket that she just knocked over, spilling the clothing and other items on the floor as she stared directly at the manager with a defiant, stern look on her face, not saying a word.

Patty was next, kicking her basket over as she put an arm around Lisa’s shoulders staring at the manager with a Fuck-Off look on her face. Cindy flipped her basket sending what she was planning to purchase into the floor and put an arm around Lisa staring at the manager with a Drop-Dead look.

Steve stood between the manager and despicable woman as the ladies passed behind him. Steve looked the manager straight in the eyes lifted his basket to chest level and dropped it at the manager’s feet as he said, “Fuck this dump, Fuck this dump, and Fuck You, Man. Then joined the ladies at the door.

The manager just looked at the clothing, small household goods, and deco scattered on the floor from the four oversized hand baskets, which was worth perhaps a thousand dollars, then into the woman’s basket with maybe twenty-five dollars of goods inside and said nothing as he turned and walked away.

The Suburban pulled onto the boulevard as Lisa said while looking down. “I Sor-Sor-Sorry, I’ve sp-spoiled everything.” The truck flew into a spot and screeched to a halt as Patty’s hand went to Lisa’s shoulder from the back.

Cindy turned to Lisa and said in a low, almost combative tone, “Get that outta Your head, Sister. You’ve spoiled nothing, now take that apology back.” Lisa looked at Cindy with tears in her beautiful eyes, as Cindy said again, “Take it back, Sister.” Lisa looked at Patty who nodded her head yes with a hand on Lisa’s shoulder

Lisa looked down and said in a hushed tone, “I take it back.” Cindy reached over and lifted Lisa’s chin then leaned toward her as she wiped away Lisa’s tears with a tissue. Looking into Lisa’s eyes, Cindy said, “You know we got each other’s six, right Sissie? Shut off the waterworks and let’s get some lunch.”

Looking away then back with a silly grin on her face Cindy said, “Besides, did You know elephants can roll through doughnuts if done at the right angle?”

Lisa burst out laughing through her tears and they went away, quickly as she said, “You kn-know I gots your s-s-six, Sissie.” They fist bumped and Cindy pulled the Suburban into gear as Lisa said, “Mmmmm Dou-Doughnuts! Now I Hun-Hungry!”

Cindy looked over with that silly grin saying, “Ha! Homer! as she pulled back out onto the boulevard.

Patty squeezed Lisa shoulder and settled back in her seat. Lisa turned and smiled as Steve chimed in with, “Hey, ya’ll like Cuban? I know a place over in Culver City on Venice that serves up a killer Cubano! My treat! I think there is a doughnut shop close too!” Steve said and winked at Lisa.

Cindy looked in the mirror at Steve, and said, “I Like Your Treat,” laughing as Lisa bounced in her seat excitedly clapping her hands.

Patty looked at Steve and said, “I guess it’s unanimous” as Cindy got the SUV turned around. Lisa stuck her tongue out as they passed by the store they were just kicked out of, and everybody laughed.

Pulling up in front of Versailles, everybody stretched their legs as they made their way to an outside table, since inside the restaurant was packed. A waitress Eryaman Escort Bayan came out front as they sat with menus and a pitcher of tea along with set-ups.

She was Gorgeous and may have been Cuban as Her and Steve spoke to each other in Spanish. She hugged Steve’s neck and kissed his cheek as he said, “Everybody, this is Hermosa” Switching back to Spanish he said, “Hermosa, esta es Patty, conoce a Lisa, y esta es Cindy!”

Hermosa held out her hand and all shook as they were introduced, then she said, “It’s good to meet You, Ladies and always good to see You, Steve. How is your show doing? I see more and more are tuning in! I’ll be right back to take your orders.” and she went back inside.

Patty punched Steve’s arm and all the ladies giggled as Steve shrugged his shoulders with a stupid grin on his face.

A couple of guys gave Steve a thumb’s up as they went inside, while his group of three Stunning Cali Girls giggled and they all chatted until Hermosa returned for the lunch orders.

Cindy was helping Lisa with the menu, so Patty started out, “I would like the Cubano, with chips. Steve says it’s Killer! Cindy was next ordering for Lisa and herself choosing Cubano. one with chips, one with fries. Lisa chimed in with, “Freedom Fr-Fr-Fries, Please!

Hermosa smiled at Lisa as she said, “Papas fritas de la libertad para ti, Lisa!” Then turned to Steve saying, “Tu almuerzo habitual Estaban, Cubano con patatas fritas?”

Steve smiled and said, ¡Parece cubano por todas partes! Tres con fichas, uno con,

“Papas fritas de la libertad!” Hermosa replied with a wide smile then said. “Traeré una jarra fresca de té, solo un momento.”

Cindy excused herself and Lisa and they went to take care of business. Patty asked Steve about the conversation in Spanish, and he said, “Oh, four sandwiches are on the way. Three with chips, one with Freedom Fries for Lisa! Hermosa will be out with a fresh pitcher of tea in a few minutes, and I’ll be right back”

Lisa returned to the table, by herself, giggling. Sitting by Patty, Lisa tapped her on the shoulder and nodded to the inside of the restaurant giggling as she said, “Your Friend wan-wants My Sissie!”

Patty looked inside the restaurant, finding Cindy leaned back against a post, with Steve’s hand above her head, leaning on the same post. Cindy looked down, then back up with a sparkling smile as Steve the Smooth Operator and Cindy chatted. After a few minutes Hermosa brought lunch then Cindy and Steve returned to the table, holding hands.

Hermosa placed the sandwiches saying, “¡Cubano con papas fritas para ti, Cindy! Disfrutar ¡Cubano con Papas Fritas de la Libertad para Ti, Lisa! Disfrutar ¡Cubano con papas fritas para ti, Patty! Disfrutar y Cubano con patatas fritas para ti, ¡Estaban! Disfrutar” then filled the glasses with tea. Hermosa left a small bell, with them, saying, “I’ll be back in a little bit, but if You need anything, just ring!” and disappeared back inside the busy restaurant.

Patty took a bite of her sandwich and said, “Mmmmmm, I can see why this place is so busy!” Lisa and Cindy nodded in agreement. They chatted, giggled, and laughed until the fights were on when Hermosa brought the check and a couple of bottles of Cuban Mojo Marinade.

All three ladies were trying to grab the ticket as Lisa squealed with delight. Steve finally wrestled it from them saying, “Remember, My Treat!” as he laughed.

Patty replied, “Ok, but I got the tip” as all three ladies slapped a twenty on the table, then giggled looking at each other.

Steve said, “You know that’s more than the ticket?”

Patty smiled at Steve and replied saying, “Well, Maybe, I can get Hermosa to teach me Spanish!” Then Cindy upped the ante saying, “Hmmmmm, Maybe I can get You to teach me Spanish, Guapo!” as she looked into Steve’s eyes. Lisa looked at the two rubbing her index fingers together and giggling. Steve smiled as everybody headed for the Suburban to go do more shopping!

Lisa held the Front Passenger Door of the Suburban open for Steve, closing it after he climbed in, then slipped in the back with Patty.

“Where to guys? What store to raid next?” Cindy asked.

“I didn’t do so great picking that last dump, so somebody else chose!” Steve said.

Patty piped up, “How about Buffalo Exchange, on Main over in Santa Monica?”

Lisa, bounced around clapping excitedly, saying, “Buffalo!”

Steve replied, “I’ve not been there, Sounds Good!”

Cindy spoke the address into her GPS and took off down Venice Boulevard under the 405 heading toward Lincoln. Then over to Ocean Park.

Cindy smiled as she looked in the rearview while turning onto Ocean Park finding Lisa and Patty playing Paper, Rock, Scissors. Patty didn’t know, but she was now one of Cindy’s Sisters too.

Turning onto Main, Cindy said, “This must be our Lucky Day”, as she pulled into the spot right in front of Buffalo Exchange.

Going inside, Lisa found the spinner full of Sunglasses. Her and Patty tried on just about every pair as Cindy and Steve wandered around the store.

Cindy walked around the corner to Lisa and Patty and started trying on sunglasses. They all giggled then laughed when Steve came around the corner. He had a Black Pimp Hat with a Leopard Band and a Feather from the 60’s or 70’s on his head.

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I Blew My Girlfriend’s Dad

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Okay, full disclosure!

After my 1st marriage, I was in between women in my life, and I’ve always been interested in cocks and cock sucking.

When I got out of a rocky relationship with a woman that was super possessive and controlling, I began exploring the side of me that loved cock sucking aggressively.

I was living in the Central Valley, didn’t have a real job, just a bunch of odd jobs in weird hours and so I had lots of time on my hands.

Having grown up in the area, I knew of several ABS’s that had glory holes in their video booths, so I started to make a few appearances to get a taste of stranger’s cocks through the holes.

I have always loved sucking cocks through the holes. You don’t know them, they don’t know you, other than your mouth and throat, which has been something I loved and enjoyed.

I began making some stops here and there, and really got the ‘taste’ for strange cock.

Then I got a really good day job at a local department store that paid well, and had regular hours that gave me evenings to go and play when I wanted to.

What I didn’t count on was meeting this amazing woman, well actually young woman. Janice, just out of High School, Armenian girl who I could tell when we first started to chat, had one of the most amazing bodies I’ve seen in a long time.

Full, pert breasts, a tiny waist, and nice full butt and wonderful strong legs, and a pretty face.

In the weeks following our first meeting, we would run into each other in the store, smile at each other from a distance and wave. After a while, I thought that I’d sure love to get to see that body, and figured why not just ask her out to dinner and see what happens.

So I did. She was caught off guard, blushed and said “Sure”. I started to figure out that for whatever reason, I don’t think she had many dates before me, which made me wonder if she was a virgin.

I told her that I’d like to take her to dinner at her favorite restaurant if she would tell me what it was, and she told me that her parents would take her to this Italian place that she really liked, and maybe we could go there.

I said sure. Then she told me that before she could go, that I would have to ask her Dad if I could take her.

RED FLAGS!

But I figured WTF! So I got her address and went to talk to him to ask. So there I was, this 22 year old guy, asking out his 18 year old Kızılay Escort Daughter on a date, and he invited me in to have a “chat”.

We sit down alone in his living room, and he starts in on what my intention was with his daughter. He asked me lots of questions about myself. Where I grew up. What sort of family I had, Where I went to school. What my future plans were.

I told him, that I grew up there in town, that I was the last of 7 k**s, that I went to school where his daughter graduated from, that I had just served 4 years as a U.S. Marine, and that if his daughter and I hit it off, I’d like to taste her nice little asshole.

Okay, so maybe not the part about her ass part, but I thought it.

He actually didn’t seem too bothered by any of my answers, and he set up a timeline to bring his daughter back from the date, and that he hoped that since I was a bit older than her, that she wasn’t very experienced with ‘boys’ and that I would be respectful and bring her back on time.

I told him that I would indeed respect her, as my Mother taught me how to respect a woman.

I called her the next day, told her that her Dad was cool with me taking her to dinner, and that I would pick her up. But I also told her that I thought she had an awesome body and that I hoped she would wear something that would show it off a little.

She questioned what I meant, and I told her a dress that was a little low cut to show off those amazing breasts and nice and short so I can see those luscious legs.

She didn’t disappoint!

I walked up to the door, and she answered wearing the little black dress, that was exactly what I asked for.

We sat across the table from each other at dinner and after having a couple of drinks, I could see that she was having a really good time and was laughing and happy.

So I decided to take a risk and told her that she looked super sexy in that dress, and wondered if she was wearing black panties too.

She blushed, but told me yes.

I asked her if she would take them off and pass them over to me over the table.

She wasn’t sure if I was serious, but I told her that if she wanted to go on another date with me, that she needed to show me that she did, and this was my way of her showing me that she did.

After she thought about it, her hands left the table and I could see her wiggle Escort Kızılay around, then in one hand, she handed me her panties.

I asked her if doing that was making her wet, and she said that she was.

I told her that she needed to prove it to me by coming and sitting next to me.

She did.

I put a hand on her bare thigh and moved it slowly up and I felt her legs separate, exposing her pussy to my hand.

I felt her tightly trimmed bush and let a finger slip down and could feel just how soaking wet the really was.

I got my finger wet and brought it up to my lips and tasted her pussy juices for the first time, and doing it made her gasp that I did that right there in the restaurant.

It wasn’t long before I took her virginity, and that body that I thought was so good was even better than I expected.

So weeks in, we were tight and I was enjoying the delights of that amazing body, that pussy and especially that sweet, tight little asshole.

But I couldn’t get out of the back of my mind the thought of how nice cock felt in my mouth, and I started to visit the occasional glory hole here and there in the late evenings.

One very late night, I went to one that, when I got there, had a parking lot full of cars, so I knew I was in for some fun.

I slipped in, and went to a booth that I’d been in before, knowing that it had a good sized hole.

Right away, a very nice dark thick cock came through and my mouth was watering as I grabbed it, stroked it and put the head up to my lips, hearing a low moan from the other side of the wall.

I got to work, and it grew nice and hard, and I new that it wasn’t going to be long before I would get what I wanted, which was a nice sticky reward for my services, and did.

But it was late, and I knew that I had to work and early shift the next morning, so instead of staying longer, I decided to head out.

As I opened the door, the door on the booth next to me opened too.

Much to my surprise, standing there was the man that I just sucked off, my girlfriend’s Father.

He was just a surprised as I was, but I could tell that he was angry and asked me what was I doing there, and was that me in the next booth.

I knew that he wasn’t stupid, that he would see that I was coming out of the booth that was next to him, and it was obviously that it was me that just sucked his cock.

I tried to tell him that I could explain, but he grabbed my arm and marched out straight out into the parking lot, over to his car, and he made me get into the passenger side seat.

He asked me, point blank, if I had just sucked his cock. I told him yes, I think that I did, and that it was a really nice cock, by the way.

He asked me if his daughter knew that I visited places like this, and I told him no, that she didn’t have any idea that I loved cock sucking.

He asked me to say it again. He asked, ‘You love cock sucking?”.

I told him that I have always loved cock sucking and have for many years.

When I did, he had to adjust himself in his seat and I could see that he was getting hard again.

He told me that if I loved it so much, that maybe I should suck his cock again right now. right there in the parking lot.

I said that I would if he wanted me to, which made him wiggle in his seat again, and he leaned his seat back a little, and told me to suck him again then.

So I reached over, unbuckled his pants, unzipped him, and reached in to bring out his already hard gorgeous cock, and leaned over and took him in my mouth.

He immediately began moaning, and was telling me what a hot mouth I had and how his wife wouldn’t suck his cock, which was apparently why he went to a glory hole to get what he needed.

Within 10 minutes, he exploded a huge load into my mouth, and he pushed the back of my head down on his cock to make sure that I didn’t miss a drop.

He told me that we were going to have to talk about this more, and told me to go home, to not speak to anyone about this, and we would talk later.

2 days later, he called me and told me that his wife and daughter were out for a shopping trip and that he needed his ‘cock sucker’ to come over and suck him off.

“Am I your cock sucker now”?, I asked him.

He told me that I was, and that I would remain to be his personal cock sucker until he told me otherwise.

So I showed up, knocked on the door, and there he was, naked and grabbed me by the arm, lead me into the living room, over to the couch where his wife and my girlfriend sat every night, and pushed me down between his legs to suck him off, which I eagerly did.

This kept up for several months, and that awesome cock became a weekly source of some really sweet cum.

As a matter of fact, even after his daughter and I broke up, as she thought I was distracted by something or someone else, I was still meeting him wherever he told me to service him.

Might still be my favorite cock!

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Faking It Ch. 01

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Warning : Contains pissing/golden shower scene

Five years ago

13 years old Priya was in chemistry class. The mousy Indian girl was very socially awkward and no one wanted to help her, mostly because the girl was the only non-white student in the class. But she did just fine on her own, even though the task was hard. Her father graduated from All India Institute of Medical Sciences, the best medical school in India. He immigrated to the US and started his practice at John Hopkins before she was born, and has taught her all about science from a very young age. At times she struggled a bit, but that’s only a part of the learning process. Still Priya wished she had someone who would help her get through this. Doesn’t mean she got what she wanted though. Not by a long shot. The girl suddenly accidentally broke a test tube by dropping it in the sink at the back of the classroom.

The stick thin geek quickly hid amongst other students who were nearby, as their intimidating teacher Mrs Jones approached the back. There she found the broken test tube and glared at all of them. “Who broke the test tube?” the scary Mrs Jones demanded, making them all flinch. No one saw Priya, or else they would have ratted her out to the teacher instantly. “I asked you who broke it! Someone better step up and take responsibility soon, or no one is going home.” Shit. This happened to be the past period of school too. And knowing Mrs. Jones, she probably meant what she said.

Priya wanted to take responsibility for her own actions but her legs were just rooted to the ground. Sweat broke out across her brown skin as she tried to make herself move but failed. Then a voice piped up “Mrs Jones, it was me. I broke that test tube. I am so sorry that I didn’t tell you right away.” Turning to look at the source in surprise, Priya saw a cute boy named Luke. She knew she broke the thing. He most definitely did not, since there’s only one broken test tube, so why was he taking the blame for it?

Mrs Jones’ eyes softened. Luke always was her favorite student. How could he not be? He was always so cute and kind and ever so polite. “Well, Luke, since you accept blame for it, I will let you off the hook this time,” she said to him. He breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing a bit. “However, I must tell you that I’m very disappointed you didn’t notify me right away when you broke something. You of all people should know better than to keep quiet about something like that,” she berated him. “Everybody, pack up now. Once you are done you can go.”

Once the teacher had her back turned, Luke glanced sideway at her and gave her a little wink, before packing up his stuff and tidying his work station. Priya was mesmerised. The girl was, simply put, smitten by him. He knew it was her who broke the test tube but he still said it was him. Luke protected her. He put his own ass on the line to save her from the wrath of their notoriously tyrannical chemistry teacher, when the two of them weren’t friends yet. They were both geeks, but not friends. But from that moment on, Priya always secretly watched Luke from afar.

Present day.

The now 18 years old Priya rises with a yawn. Ever since that day, the 6 feet 4 girl has blossomed. Priya transformed from a nerdy little girl into an athletic beauty, having started playing volleyball a few years ago. She is now the captain and ace of her school’s team. Her face also became much prettier as her body became toned and muscular, yet still feminine with curves in all the right places. The Indian beauty cups her large, muscular ass and caresses her powerful thighs, feeling proud of herself for achieving and maintaining her perfect body shape.

Not only did she become a jock but she also became the most popular girl in school. Right now she is the most feared girl in her high school. Despite once being ostracised because of her race, Priya managed to rise and become the queen bee, ruling the school with a group of some close friends. Winning enough volleyball tournaments would get that done for you. She plays with the bush above her vagina, having never shaved her hairy cunt once in her entire life. Keeping the wild jungle makes her feel even more powerful than she already does, which is saying a lot.

The popular bombshell might ben the queen of her high school but she only bullies one person, and that, ironically, is the boy she loves. Right from the moment Luke took the fall for her, Priya never looked away from him. But she knows that if people know about her love for the boy, they would see her as weak and turn against her. The hottest girl in school can’t be seen courting a geek like him. No way. It would totally ruin her reputation and get her toppled from her throne. That can’t happen. She worked way too hard to acquire her league of minions.

So she is his bully now, as this is the only way she can be close to him without arousing anyone’s suspicions. Priya has been tormenting him for a year now ever since she became the most popular girl in their school. Her and Oran Escort her sidekicks Leslie and Bella, who are the only two people she ever told about her true feelings for Luke. She trusted them enough to tell them this since they were like her, having risen from the bottom of the hierarchy and straight to the top.

Priya strips off her nightdress and walks into the bathroom, naked. She stares at the reflection of her nude body in the mirror, admiring her own six pack abs and muscular thighs. Her pussy got wet from thinking about Luke and she thinks about rubbing one out before going to school, but then gets an even better idea. The exotic beauty quickly brushes her teeth and showers, putting on her short skirts and top right afterwards.

Having breakfast quickly, she then gets into the Aston Martin her dad bought for her and drives to school. Once she arrives, she tries to look for her friends. Many boys blatantly ogle her beautiful thighs but she ignores them. Priya only has eyes for Luke, who is probably reading by himself in the library right now. “There you are!” she cries out when Bella approaches her, along with Leslie. Both of them are tall blondes who are almost as tall as Priya, and are on the volleyball team.

“Hey, captain,” Leslie greets her, making Priya roll her eyes. She tells her that they don’t have to call her that except when they are playing against another school and then goes to take some stuff out of her locker. “So, any plans about how to torture pretty little Luke today?” Bella snickers as Leslie continues “Oh, come on. Just tell me. We both know you need to hurt him first before going home at the end of the day to masturbate. It makes you cum hard when you think about him crying, doesn’t it? Sadistic bitch.”

This makes Priya chuckle. “I’ll take it as a compliment,” she says. “Today I’m going to buy a nice chocolate milkshake and pour it out all over Luke’s head. How about that?” Bella and Leslie nod in agreement, excited by the thought. Priya herself could feel her panties growing moist, just from thinking about how adorable he would look when she bullies him. It always get her off fast when she fingers herself to the thought of his anguished, tear streaked face. Maybe she really is a sadistic bitch like Leslie said.

The three athletes head towards the cafe where Priya quickly buys a chocolate milkshake like she said she would. She then leads them to the library. Along the way, a couple of boys from the basketball team approach Priya. They both ask her out and she tells both of them that she isn’t interested. The two then walk away looking dejected, making Bella feel sorry for and decide that she will give them a mercy fuck each. Leslie giggles and calls her a slut for this, and Bella accepts the label with pride, not at all offended. It’s no secret that her pussy is open to anyone who wants it.

When they finally reach the library, the sporty girls find Luke sitting by himself at his usual table. “Are you sure I can’t fuck him once first?” Bella asks Priya timidly, making Priya glare at her. Priya is so possessive of Luke that once she became captain of the volleyball team, she ordered all the girls to secretly intimidate any girl who might be interested in him. Fortunately, they have only had to do that twice, since almost no one is interested in Luke, so no one found out about the order. “Okay, I was just kidding, Jeez, relax bitch.”

Priya then walks over to where Luke is. A lot of people in the library turn to watch the hottest girl in their school approach the dork, watching her. Luke looks up from his book in surprise and is about to move, but it’s too late. “Hey, wimp,” she says and upends the milkshake over his head and pours the sludge down all over his hair. Priya also pours some of it onto his shirt, ruining it as well, making him freeze in shock from feeling it on him. “You’re such a pathetic loser. No wonder you don’t have any friends. I mean, you couldn’t even stand up to a girl, for Christ’s sake! No one would want to hang out with a weakling like you.”

Luke’s eyes tear up and Priya has a mini orgasm looking at her secret love starting to cry. “Why are you doing this to me?” he whimpers, taking out a handkerchief and trying to wipe some of the shake off his hair, failing. “What did I ever do to you?” Bella and Leslie have to hold their tongue. They feel this nearly irresistible urge to tell Luke that seeing him suffer makes Priya orgasm really hard. “Can’t you just leave me alone? It was bad enough when you ripped up my homework and broke my glasses yesterday!”

“I like doing this to you because you are just a piece of garbage for me to torture. You’re worth even less than the dirt beneath my feet,” she says. “Speaking of which, if you don’t want me to have you beaten up by all my friends, then you will kiss each of my shoes and thank me for letting you do it.” He looks up at her, horrified. Leslie and Bella exchange amused glances. Neither of them expected this. The other students have already Oran Escort Bayan begun snickering from the moment Priya poured her milkshake on Luke’s head.

They are now full on laughing at him as he gets down and bends to place his lips on Priya’s right shoe, kissing it. Then he moves over to kiss the Indian beauty’s left shoe, as the laughter grows increasingly loud. Once he is done, Luke stands up. “Can you please leave me alone now?” he begs her, making her frown. She knows that doing this might end up making Luke hate her but it is the only way. she can be close to him. Plus, it turns Priya on to see him suffer this way.

She grabs him by the collar of his shirt and yanks him over so they are face to face, the tips of their noses nearly touching. “Listen here, twerp. You don’t get any say in this. I’m going to keep making your life miserable just because it amuses me and I can do whatever I want but you can’t. I’m strong and you are weak, Luke. That is a concept you have to start getting used to really soon. Got that?” She then shoves him away and leaves with her friends, her round booty swaying as she goes.

….

In the period before lunch, Luke tries to avoid looking at Priya, who is in the same class as him. It is difficult to do so though, since she keeps glancing his way. When she catches him peeking at her, a smile breaks out across her beautiful face. Her brown skin glows as she smirks, making him blush and then turn away. Yes, he is cruel, but the girl is still a girl, and he is still an awkward boy who flushed every time a girl looks at him. I really need to do something about my complete lack of confidence, Luke tells himself, just like he already did several times before.

During lunch, he sits at his own table in an isolated corner of the cafeteria. No one wants to be friends with him. He is all by himself. The boy sighs as he eats and reads at the same time. Oryx and Crake is the only distraction Luke has from his mundane day to day existence. The book is good but he doesn’t like the sequels very much. He tried reading The Year of the Flood and MadAddam before and didn’t like them very much. It’s only the first book in the trilogy that the young nerd really likes. He has worn out the paperback novel by now.

Suddenly, he could see a pair of tanned thighs through his peripheral vision as someone wearing a revealing miniskirt approaches him from the side. Hands slam down on the table where Luke is sitting and he looks up in surprise. It is Leslie. “You’re going to follow me to the changing room,” the gorgeous blonde informs him in a superior tone, looking down on him. He might be the object of desire of the hottest girl in school but that doesn’t make him hot. To her, he is just a geek who should be grateful the captain of the volleyball team loves him, even though she expresses that love poorly.

Like tries desperately to stand up for himself. He doesn’t want to be pushed around for the remainder of his final year of high school. “No!” Luke yells at her, surprising both the tall girl and himself. “I’m not letting you three bully me again. I won’t go there with you.” He glares at her angrily. Leslie stares at him then tenses up her thigh muscles. Grabbing the back of his head, she then slams his face in her crotch, clamping her powerful thighs on either side of Luke’s head. She traps his face between her legs for a few seconds before letting go.

He takes several deep breaths, inhaling multiple lungfuls of air. She has briefly suffocated him and all he could do then was to take in whiffs of her pussy. Even through the skirt, he could tell she was horny, as her cunt leaked a lot of nectar and the smell of it was obvious. “If you don’t come with me right now I will take the plate and break it over your head,” she threatens the boy. Luke wheezes out, his throat burning after the temporary lack of air. He nods in reluctance. Leslie just smirks and then grabs his arm, yanking him up to his feet and dragging him after her towards the locker room, where the other girls are waiting.

When they get there, Leslie opens the door to show him that Bella and Priya are already inside. She then uses both hands to secure his right arm while Bella takes his left. They hold him still together while Kathy, a brunette who is also on the volleyball team with them, places her hands on the waistband of his pants. “What are you girls doing? Let go of me. Don’t take my pants off!” he cries out before Kathy proceeds to take his trousers off. She then removes his boxers as well, allowing Luke’s dick to flop out, his balls dangling behind them.

Priya takes her phone out and then starts taking full body photos of Luke with his dick in view. “Looks kind of small to me. In fact, I think it is very small,” the Indian athlete remarks to the boy she’s been in love with for so many years. “How are you ever going to be able to please anyone with that tiny cock? No, it is too small to be called a cock. I’ll call it a pee pee instead.” They all burst Escort Oran out into laughter at the sight of his tear streaked face as he starts to sob. “Go on, little bitch. Cry like a girl because you look more like one than a boy should.”

Bella laughs the loudest. She watches as Kathy reaches out to grab the boy’s balls and squeezes him. Just seconds later, Priya stomps over to slap Kathy’s hand away roughly. Kathy looks at her in confusion, while Bella and Leslie exchange knowing grins. “Why can’t I just grope him? I have a crush on Luke, you know? That’s why I agreed to this.” Hearing it makes Leslie wince, as she fears that Priya might lose her shit and smack Kathy or kick her in the kidney. But she doesn’t do either of those.

Priya knows she can’t let Kathy find out the real reason, since Kathy could feel jealous and spread rumors. So she just says “His genitals are below us. We are only using them as blackmail material. They serve no other purpose.” Then the best volleyball player in their school looks Luke in the eyes and says “Hear that? Your cock and balls mean nothing to me. If you disobey me I will stamp on them and crush them under my stilettos.” She lifts her powerful leg up and sets her left foot on a bench. The hemline of her miniskirt hikes up and she shows off her muscular thigh.

Luke cries as he stands there, his four inches cock exposed before the girls’ eyes, totally humiliated. With his arms held tightly by two girls who are both stronger than him, he can not escape. All he can do is plead with her. Speaking to Priya in the sweetest tone he could muster, he says “Please just let me go. I never did a bad thing to you or any of your friends. Can you please stop making my life hell?” Hearing that she is making his life hell hurts Priya but she masks her feelings, not wanting to reveal weakness in front of the boy. One day she will ask him to be her boyfriend but today she just wants to torture him first.

“I can stop but I don’t want to, so I am not going to stop,” she says simply. Her gorgeous face is now sneering at him as she hides how she truly loves the boy. “I enjoy ruining your life way too much to give up. You are just entertainment to me. Whatever I tell you to, you will do it for me. If you don’t obey me, I’ll send the pictures of your dick to all the girls in our class, along with whatever colleges you are applying to. Maybe I’ll even send them to your mom and dad.” Her eyes gleam in a way that makes him think she will really do it.

He looks at her through his teary eyes and says “I’ll do what you want. Please, don’t send them to anyone.” Priya nods and then walks up to him and slides one of her strong legs up between his balls. She rubs her powerful thigh on Luke’s balls, grinding up into his sack as he moans lightly. Feeling her leg on his private areas is making Luke stiffen unwillingly. He looks away with shame on his face as he gets hard, his cock now filled with blood. This is the worst thing that could happen right now, or so he thinks.

“Good boy,” Priya mutters. She then says “Now get down on your knees.” He quickly follows her instruction, and she turns around. Bending over at the waist in a graceful motion, Priya slides her skirt down her legs to her ankles. She proudly reveals her muscular ass and thighs to the stunned boy. “Kiss each of my asscheeks and then eat out my asshole,” the athlete commands him. Luke gasps in shock. “Do what I say or else people are going to see and laugh at your small dick.” He sobs at being so debased and then kisses her muscular asscheeks, first the left and then the right, before spreading them apart and looking at her dirty asshole.

The volleyball captain giggles after hearing her beloved cry and rams her buttocks backwards into his face. He tentatively licks her anus and starts kissing it tentatively. To Luke’s shame, his cock is getting hard from being degraded. “Make out with my asshole. French kiss it.” He forces himself to obey her, sucking her nasty sphincter and sliding his tongue inside, through her tight asshole, deep into her ass. With his tongue now buried inside the sporty girl’s ass, he starts sucking her asshole in earnest, hoping that she would be satisfied enough to let him go soon.

She moans in pleasure, delighted that the love of her life has buried his cute tongue inside her thick ass. This is just perfect. Priya smirks when a twisted idea occurs to her. The girl clenches her abdominal muscles and, without giving any warning, farts into Luke’s mouth. He gags violently and pulls his lips away from her asshole immediately, his tongue following out of the orifice as she and her friends all start laughing at him again. “What did you do that for?” he angrily demands, watching the four girls continue to cackle.

“Oh my god!” Bella chokes on her own laughter, unable to contain it as she and Leslie continue breaking into new fits of giggles. “I can’t believe you really did that! That was so cool.” Leslie nods in agreement and they take turns with high diving Priya. All four girls in the room sneer at the very indignant Luke. Priya puts her skirt back on and then yanks him to his feet. His lips tremble as he tries not to cry in front of them. He doesn’t want to give these bitches the satisfaction. Not after what they have already done to him.

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