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One of my passions, is masturbating in public. Not in the exhibitionist kind of way, where the goal is to show off – I don’t do much of that. My thing is to cum, or keep myself just on the edge, in public situations. I’ve been doing this since I was a teenager and it definitely hasn’t lost it’s thrill. Ever since I discovered that I could wear a vibrator (my current favorite is/was a little blue dolphin) under my slacks, I’ve had some amazing orgasms in some really crowded spots. I often masturbate at work, many times in plain site of the shoppers toward the back of the store. Definitely in plain site of my staff. You’d be surprised at how well you can control your body during a climax! Don’t get me wrong, I’ve definitely gotten some raised eyebrows – sometimes I’ll shudder a little too much, or gasp a little too loudly. I know I can smell myself, especially after two or three climaxes. That’s all part of the fun, though. It wouldn’t be as much of a thrill if there was no chance of being caught. Yesterday, I had a really memorable time and I found that I’m not the only woman in my town who is into this kind of thing. Every spring, my town has a crafts fair, which means they close off a couple of the downtown blocks and lots of local (and not so local) craftsman come in to sell stuff. It lasts for the weekend, and it’s usually a lot of fun. The town always looks forward to it. So, once the weather is nice, they start selling tickets. (the festival isn’t until late April). About a month ago, one of organizers asked me if I’d be willing to sell tickets in the park when the weather got nice, and I said sure. They’ve got this little information booth near one entrance to the park, looking out on the main street and a bunch of park benches, that they use to sell tickets to whatever events are coming up. (There’s usually a couple of plays in the park each year, too). The sides and back are full walls, and the front is a walk up counter. The height is such that you can either stand behind the counter or sit on a stool. I got a call on Thursday afternoon to ask if I could do a shift on Saturday (yesterday). I told her that I could, and she came by after work to drop off the keys to the booth. On the way home, I stopped by the park and took a walk over to the booth. The front was boarded shut, but the counter looked high enough that it gave me some interesting ideas. 🙂 By the time Saturday morning rolled around, I was seriously horny. I’d been fantasizing about being in that booth since I’d driven away from it on Thursday! I jumped in the shower, somehow resisted the urge to spend an extra few minutes with the shower massage, and got dressed in one of my ‘play’ outfits. I put on some tight nylon panties, followed by the dolphin strapped tight against me, with spandex tights on top of that. I’ve found that the dolphin pinches after a short time if I don’t wear something smooth under it, and the tights hold it against me with just the right pressure. I put some sweats on over that, because it was still morning and cool outside. I left the vibe off for the drive to the park, but it might as well have been on with the way I was feeling by the time I got there. God, I wanted to cum so bad! I unlocked the door in the back Sex hikayeleri of thebooth, flicked on the lights and stepped inside. Pretty much your standard box, just what you’d expect. An empty cash register, a stool, an old radio plugged in to an outlet, and a fan on the wall. I pulled the door shut behind me and noted happily that it had a latch on the inside – I could lock it and not worry about anyone coming in behind me. This was going to be fun! I stashed my backpack on the shelf under the counter, and reached for the dolphin’s controller stashed in my waistband. With the dolphin buzzing away, I stood leaning against the counter, legs spread, eyes closed, hips pumping slowly back and forth, and let the days first orgasm wash over me. It was a nice long climax, and I had warmed up plenty by the time it tapered off. I turned the dolphin down to a gentle humm, and slid off my sweatpants. It took me a minute to figure out how to open the front of the booth. There was a board, hinged on top, that pushed out and up to open, and there were two poles to prop it open with. The result was an awning that kept the sun out of the booth, which suited me because I didn’t want it to be that well-lit. I pulled up the stool, took out the roll of tickets and my current paperback, and was ready to go. I love the feel of spandex against me, and I had one hand in my lap gently stroking around the dophin, which was still doing it’s thing. The counter of the booth came up to my midsection while either sitting on the stool or standing and there was a bit of an overhang so nobody could what I was doing below it, especially if I stayed close enough. There were runners passing by, and people out for their morning walks. Starbucks had a good crowd out in front of it, and there was bus stop about 30 feet away that always had 3 or 4 people waiting. It was a great place for me to indulge myself! I turned the dolphin up again and held it tightly against my clit, watching the people walk by. I came again in no time, arching my hips off the stool as I spasmed against the vibe. Whew. That was two in the first half hour. The dolphin was getting pretty hot, so I turned it off. My tights were pretty sloshy in the crotch, too, and I wondered if I should have brought more kleenex. Ah well, it wasn’t like anyone could see in, or be close enough to smell me. Besides, I like the smell of sex. A few minutes later, I noticed the chalkboard on the side wall. Hmm. I smiled and drew two short vertical lines in one corner. Might as well keep count, I thought. The first customers came by a little before 11, two old ladies out for a walk in the park who commented on how nice it was that I was doing this. “Yup”, I thought, smiling. “Sure is”.  After they’d left, I figured enough time had passed and that the dolphin should be well rested, so I reached down and turned it back on. Unfortunately, after about a minute of maximum buzzing, it let out a high pitched screech and stopped. I’d heard that sound before – it was the death cry of those little vibes. I don’t know what causes it, but I’ve gone through about six of them in the last couple of years. It didn’t really bug me, though, in fact it was exciting. I had brought bunch of toys Sikiş hikayeleri with me in my backpack hoping that I might find a way to use them, so this gave me cause to try something new out. As casually as I could, I reached down into my tights and unsnapped the straps that held the dolphin on. I took the poor little thing out (what a nice way to die, though, don’t you think?), and put it in a side pocket of my bag for an honorable burial later. 🙂 There was an electrical outlet under the counter along with the one on the wall that the radio was plugged in to. I had brought a plug-in massager with me, so I took that out and plugged it in. The massager can be really intense – it makes me cum faster than any other toy that I have. They’re also really strong orgasms, especially if I press it really hard against me. It’s almost like I don’t feel the vibrations anymore, I just cum and cum and cum. I don’t get over sensitive to it when it’s that tight against me, I just keep cumming. My record with it is something like 30 in a row, in a little over an hour. (I was tied down at the time, but that’s another story). What does happen is I get stomach cramps, which isn’t so fun. Anyway, I sat back on the stool and picked up my book with one hand and put the massager in my lap with the other. There was a group of teenagers heading over to the park from the other side of the street, waiting for the light to turn so they could cross. With the way the massager works, I knew I could be cumming hard just as they were passing by me. I flicked it on high, and pressed it tight against me. I couldn’t help but lean back and push my hips forward toward the massager. As planned, the teens had crossed and were passing by when the orgasm hit. My hips started spasming against the machine, and I quickly stood up to lean against the counter for support. I don’t think I made any noise, but my motion caught one of the boys eyes and he looked over at me. I’d seen him in my store at the mall, and he recognized me as well. He smiled at me and said “Hey, what’s up? You’re the one from the sports store, right?” A couple of the girls that were with him had stopped, too, and were idly watching me while they waited. I was still spasming against the massager, but managed to keep my voice pretty steady. I told him yes, and asked if they wanted to buy any tickets for the fair. I looked over at the girls as another shudder ran through me, and when I looked back I caught him staring at my chest. I could feel that my nipples were rock hard, so I knew what he was looking at. Another spasm went through me, less intense, and I turned the massager off. The girls had come over and were pulling him away, so he just waved and went with them. My legs were shaking from the climax, so I sat on the stool and stretched them out, enjoying the pleasant feeling you get after a really strong orgasm. I leaned over and put another line on the chalkboard. I spend the next half hour or so resting and reading. I sold a dozen or tickets, most to pairs of elderly couples out for walks, enjoying the day. I sold one pair to an absolutely gorgeous guy and his even more gorgeous girlfriend. Two guys in bicycling gear (whew, have I mentioned that I love Erotik hikaye spandex?) bought two pairs. Around 11:30, I decided to give it another go. There were enough people around that I was getting turned on again. I scooted the stool up close to the counter and reached down for the massager. I had it against me for about 30 seconds – my hips were just starting to move on their own, when a really cute young woman came up and asked to buy a pair of tickets. She was wearing gray lycra warmup tights and a short sweatshirt, it was all I could do not to ogle her outright – especially in my aroused state. (BTW, I’m bi if that wasn’t clear). I love the curves of a womans hips and thighs. The tight lycra showed off all of her curves, too, and I imagined what it would be like to run my tongue over her lycra-covered mound. “Sure!” I quckly switched the massager off and picked up the roll of tickets. She ruffled through her fanny pack, and then looked up. “Shoot, I don’t have enough cash on me. Do you take checks?” We’re not supposed to, but she was too cute to let leave that quickyl. “Well, we’re not supposed to, but sure.” She gave me a quick smile, and started hunting for a pen. I took the opportunity to sneak my hand down between my legs again and started working my clit gently. “I keep forgetting to get cash when I go to the bank.” I nodded. “I’m the same way. I always end up paying the penalty at an ATM somewhere.” She finished writing and nodded agreement. “Yup. Everytime. ” Ah well, it was over. I handed her the tickets, and she put them in her fanny pack. “Thanks for the tickets.” “That’s what I’m here for.” I smiled and worked my hand back into my lap. She turned to go and then turned back. “Hey, I’m going over to Starbucks. Can I bring you anything? I’ve should have enough for two coffees.” I leaned forward like I was thinking about it, and found the massager with my other hand. Click. “That’d be great! Just a latte, though. No sugar.” She nodded. “Okay, be right back!” I pressed the massager against me as hard as I could as she walked away. I was flat out staring at her, I knew, but I wanted to cum so hard. She jogged across the street and vanished into Starbucks, and I backed off on the massager a little. Once again, I wanted to time it right. I really wished I had the dolphin on me, so I didn’t have to hold anything with my hand. But, the massager was what I had at the moment. Just after she went inside, a middle-aged couple came up to buy some tickets. I put the massager down, and tried to hurry them along, but they took their time and made smalltalk. They had just turned to leave when I saw her come out of Starbucks with the coffees. I grabbed the massager and held it against my clit. God, that thing was great. My whole lower body was tensed up, pushing against the tip of the massager. I was trying to cum so hard that I couldn’t. She made it across the street before I could go completely over the edge, and I had to stop. My hips were twitching randomly and all I wanted to do was cum, but I couldn’t. I took a deep breath as she walked up and tried to stop trembling. She put her stuff down and slid the coffee to me. “Here you go!” I picked up the coffee and noticed my hand was shaking, so I put it down again. “Thanks alot. I’ll let it cool a little first. Did you have enough?” She smiled a beautiful smile. “I’m not as destitute as I look.” I smiled in return, still trying to stop trembling. I saw her glance at me, face to chest, to hands.

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It was 1974 and I was working in Christchurch, NZ. Fridays after work I usually played squash with a mate from my rugby team, and then we headed to the Grenadier Arms, where we would grab a burger or something for dinner and have a few beers with our friends.  This Friday night there were about a dozen of us girls and guys sitting around a table in the bar. The bar was moderately full, as it was most Friday nights; people conversing and waiting to find where the action was going to be later in the evening. About 6:30 p.m. a very smartly dressed woman came into the bar and moved to the bar to get a drink. Someone in the group made comment, along the lines of “look at that snooty bitch”. Looking over I could see they were not far off the mark; she was about 5′ 8″ with dark hair, quite attractive in a handsome way rather than beauty queen material, and really well dressed in a dark suited jacket and skirt with white blouse. But she looked like she should be in an executive meeting of some large corporation, not in a bar on a Friday night. I felt sorry for her as it was obvious that everyone in the crowded bar was looking at her and making derogatory comments. I needed a drink, so I got up and moved over beside her at the bar where she was waiting to order. She looked down her nose at me; most guys would have given up and moved away. But I gave her a cheeky remark, which got me a very scathing reply. “You’re not very friendly tonight. Are you always so uptight or has someone really pissed you off?” I said. She replied in a very posh voice that matched everything about her. “I just feel a bit out of my comfort zone here. Not the normal sort of place I would frequent.” I had thought New Zealand relatively class free, but believe me this lady was very upper class. I had to wonder what the hell she was doing here. But refusing to be flipped off so easily, I told her she reminded me of a joke about a polo player I had once heard and proceeded to narrate the tale. (I find if you can get a woman laughing, you are on the way to breaking most of her barriers). She did laugh. “Very good, how did you know I play polo?” “I’d have to be a fucking idiot if I could not pick that. You really do stand out a bit in here.” Something I found when living in England and mixing with Sex hikayeleri the upper classes, they like to swear, and the cruder the better it seemed. “What are you doing here? And I’m not having a dig at you, just intrigued,” I said. “I’m getting married tomorrow, and just wanted to get out and do something I may never get a chance to do again. A girl I work with said this was a good place to find some action, parties etcetera.” “Yes she’s right, most Fridays and Saturdays if you keep your ears open, you will hear of a party here. What do you want to drink?” “I don’t want to be beholding to anyone, I will get my own thanks.” “Hey, you are not going to be beholding to anyone, especially not me. What do you want to drink?” She backed down and asked for a Campari and soda. “Not a good choice, you will not fit in at all drinking that here, let me order for you. You are going to need a buzz on if you want to let your hair down, and Campari is not going to do it. By the way, you are not exactly dressed for a party.” “Yes, I know, but the only way I could get out tonight without raising all sorts of questions, was to stay overnight in the city because of work. That meant I could not really bring any party clothes. The way I feel here, I think it was a bad idea; I may give up and head home.” “Don’t you dare give up yet, I’ll sort something out,” I said. I ordered her a double vodka lime and lemonade, and myself, bourbon and coke, and then we joined my friends. I introduced her as Joy, which is the name she gave me. Everyone tried to make her feel welcome, but she really was struggling and I felt quite awkward for her. I did find out a bit more about her however, she was 25, I have to admit I thought she was older than that, and that she had known the guy she was about to marry all her life. His parents and her parents had adjoining farms and it had always been known they would marry. By the sound of things both families were “old money” and owned a great deal of property around Christchurch. She had had a girls’ night out with her friends a few nights earlier, but was starting to realize her life had been very insular and protected. Then she floored me by coming straight out and admitting she had never been with another man and at the last Sikiş hikayeleri minute had decided she needed to rectify this. “I could help out there too,” I offered, giving her a cheeky wink, which thank goodness, made her smile. “But let’s leave that for now, you may find someone far more to your liking as the night goes on.” As we talked and I kept the jokes flowing to make her laugh, a thought started growing in my head. Mostly it was about keeping her to myself and not letting some other smooth bastard reap the rewards of all the work I was putting in. There was obviously not going to be a raving party this Friday night or we would have heard about it by now. Which meant the gang would all just wind up at someone’s flat boozing and shooting the shit. Besides she was not exactly dressed for taking many places. I had just the place to take her – but I need to digress a bit and paint picture of the place I was thinking of. I had a good mate “Ivan” who worked for a radio station. One of the DJ’s (I think his name was Tom) who worked with Ivan, was taking out a lady that owned a massage parlour, called “Trixie’s Sauna Parlour”. About three months earlier, he had invited Ivan and I up to the parlour after they finished the evening shift at the station around 11:00pm. Massage parlours have a bad name in NZ; I guess it is the same the world around. But when we got up there, I found it to be quite tame really, and Trixie who owned and ran it, was incredibly competent and well presented. She said she had chosen her name as it meant ‘one who brings joy’. The parlour was upstairs above shops near the centre of the CBD and had obviously been a company’s offices before. When you got to the top of the stairs, there was a reception desk immediately in front of you and if you walked left along behind the reception you entered Trixie’s office, to the right of the reception desk was a large lounge that had about five groups of lounge chairs and settees around coffee tables. There was a very good stereo system with tapes, records and magazines. and the room was lit with lamps that gave calming subdued lighting and one of those purple florescent lights that made your teeth glow, over the stereo, where there was a bit of polished floor for dancing. If Erotik hikaye you turned hard left as you entered the lounge there was a kitchen with a server bench into the lounge. It may give you a better picture if I say that Trixie’s office and the kitchen both overlooked the street at the front of the building, everything else stretched out through to the back of the building. Trixie told us we could get free coffee and nibbles here and that there was a good range of alcohol locked under the bench, but she was not allowed to sell it. She could sell you books of tickets though, and these could be used to get drinks, somehow this was meant to get around the licensing laws. Half way down the lounge on the right an archway led you into a corridor that ran pretty much the full length of the building and off this was half a dozen massage rooms, the smaller two opposite the archway had just a massage table in them, the two either side of these had two massage tables and lounge chairs and the last two were quite large rooms and had a settee, bed and a massage table in them. On the left of the corridor behind the lounge was a sauna that held about ten people, a steam room that was just as large, a spa pool that took six people, four showers grouped together and some toilets and lockers. Ivan had jacked up a couple of girls from the radio station this first night and we had a ball. The parlour was quite busy with at least three groups of eight or nine persons, quite a few of them couples. We bought a book of tickets each, this was all we had to pay for, and we danced, fooled around in the spa pool and wound up fucking both girls in the showers with people walking past into the sauna etcetera. As I say a very good night. Trixie had about a dozen girls she could call on, but there we only ever about six girls on at any one time. She opened seven days a week but Mondays and Tuesdays there were only two girls on. The girls didn’t get any retainer, but got paid part of the fee for each client they enticed into having a massage. Ivan and I had become good friends with Trixie, and we had been going up there at least once a week since the first night. We never had to pay, except for any booze we drank; she liked us being there especially on the weekend nights when some of the clients could turn up quite drunk. We got to know the girls and they came from all walks of life, two were even housewives. They all were very uptight about anyone calling them prostitutes, and insisted they never slept with clients but only gave massages.

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We met at a different house every time the club met. We might meet only once a month with all the members, but some members would meet in smaller groups more often if they cared too. We were young and old, male and female, beautiful and average, gay and straight, and we all loved masturbating. It had all began slowly, of course. I was the instigator. I loved jerking off. Much more than fucking, which I had experienced several times. But I had always returned to jacking it for my real pleasure. I wasn’t married and had found that rubbing one off in front of a girl while she or I played with her pussy was quite often more acceptable, especially on the first date. If she wanted to move on to screwing the relationship ended then. But if she loved masturbating as much as I we would remain masturbation buddies. In this way I gathered a group of friends who had similar tastes. Some liked to jerk off to magazines, some to the internet porn sites, some in front of others watching, some all by themselves with their thoughts. I had started with the girls I met who loved playing with themselves, and, inevitably some of them had friends, either male or female, who loved rubbing their cocks or pussies as much as I. After several years we had formed an informal club of Sex hikayeleri like-minded jerk offs and started having group sessions, just like club meetings, but there were no officers, and no rules, except no meant no, always. If that rule was broken, that person was shunned and never brought up again, let alone allowed into the meetings. There was no rule against touching each other. In fact, that was a very popular form of masturbation, when someone would jerk off another’s cock, or someone would tickle and finger-fuck a pussy. You could touch anyone in any way, except, no fucking with cocks or toys, and no blow-jobs. Simple, but a hell of a lot of fun if you were into it. One evening in early May almost everyone showed up at my house. We always gathered after dinner and each person brought their favorite kind of drink. So there was always plenty of alcohol to start the lubrication marathon. First, we all made our favorite drink, then we sat around chatting, some hugging and kissing happened, major making out seldom occurred. We were more interested in the masturbation sessions. This evening was quite typical. People arrived singly, in pairs, or in groups. Some may have started the fun earlier at other places. All okay, of course. Sikiş hikayeleri After a large enough group had gathered, and everyone had finished their desired libation, we got down to the business at hand, to coin a phrase. Everyone took off their clothes. We had gay men, mostly with hard bodies, lesbians, mostly with very fine bodies, straight guys, staring at all the titties and cunts around them, and bi-sexuals trying to decide who to focus on tonight. We even had a a couple of trannies, with tits and dicks. Very welcome, of course. All were welcome. Slowly the room made its own rhythm out of what was present. In one corner, a young man was diddling a little lady of college age. His fingers were going into and out of her shaven pussy. At the same time, she was jacking him off. All this time I was sitting back in my own easy chair, slowly playing with my cock, just observing. He started to cum first, and shot his cum up into the air and it landed on her tits. But he kept diddling her pussy and she came all over his hand. He licked it clean. Then licked her tits clean. On my couch two lesbians were mutually diddling each other. One was was blond and thin, with tiny little tits. The other was a full dyke type. Short hair and Erotik hikaye stout but cute body. She had kept all the pussy hair on her cunt. Totally natural. The blonde had a little landing strip on her cunt. They were mutually finger fucking each other. I could see plenty of pussy juice running down both of their thighs. And each was sucking a tit of the other. One tit on the blonde was totally engulfed. The tit of the little dyke was huge, so just the nipple was being sucked. On another couch two trannies were jerking each other off, while they kissed and adored each other. They both started shooting cum in the air at virtually the same time. The cum landed on their bodies. They licked it off, not caring whose cum they ate. Over by the fireplace one little lady about 25 had knelt down on the rug and there were 5 men surrounding her. They all had hard-ons. She was, of course, free to do as she pleased in this place, and it was looking as if she wanted to take part in a bukkake. The men, all straight I’m sure, were jerking their various sized cocks very happily. I think there was a contest going on. The first to cum had bragging rights, I’m sure. So they were jacking off as hard and as fast as they could. And the redhead on her knees was waiting patiently, fingers in her pussy, making herself cum faster than these dildoes. Finally the one with the smallest dick won. He started cumming on her face. That set off a chain reaction, and all the others followed quickly, one by one, to shoot cum on her face and on her tits.

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Michelle sat on the bed with her red dildo in one hand, her other hand rubbing her fully erect nipples. In, out, in, out, in her wet pussy. She had done this many times, she was a fully fledged pornstar, respected on many sites. She loved the life, and she also worked as a prostitute on Friday nights. She was the only one in the room, besides the man holding the camera, she was his actress, he was the Sex hikayeleri filmer. On the brink of an orgasm, she started to vibrate. This was a characteristic that porn watches recognized her by. She pulled the dildo out, stared erotically at the camera, and licked it sexily. She fingered her clit for a moment, and it felt so good. She could feel the cum, it was ready to squirt out of Sikiş hikayeleri her tight pussy.”Mmmmm. That is so hot.” Muttered the cinematographer.She licked dildo, teasing herself, licking it all the way. She placed it in between her two large, 34 DD breasts, and smiled seductively. Then she rammed it into her pussy, faster and harder than before. Quickly, she pulled it out and a Erotik hikaye stream of warm, sweet cum shot up into the sky, and landed on the bed spread. “Yum, I love a good squirt,” whispered Michelle. Michelle crawled over, this time her huge round ass facing the camera, and proceeded to lick the cum off.”Aaaand…Cut!” “That was great, Michelle. You’ve got me an erection, baby. Oooh damn.” He slowly unzipped his fly and took his 11 incher out. He rubbed it fast, and Michelle felt a sudden jolt of lust. “Here, let me.”Michelle walked over, stark naked, and took his cock and placed it in his mouth. Sucking until he moaned in pleasure.”Make me cum, Michelle.

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“Okay Mr Grayson, so it’s £20 if you want me to pull my top down.”“Do you like them? It’s another ten to touch.”“Okay, you can Sex hikayeleri show me yours.”“Oh gosh, it’s Sikiş hikayeleri big. Rub it against my Erotik hikaye boobs? I guess that’s another twenty.”“Go on, you can put it between them.”“Oh God no, Mr Grayson! I didn’t say you could cum on them. Now I’m covered in it. What a mess.”“Lick it off? I suppose so. But that’s another fifty.”“You haven’t got that much cash? Don’t worry, I’ve got my own card reader. Just tap here.”

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He came from a small town. You know, the kind of town where everyone knows everyone and rumors, true or false, spread like dandelions in the spring. Austin lived in a town like that and was first introduced to sex at an early age. He was barely sixteen when a neighbor girl, a year older chronically but ages older physically, wanted to play.Austin was in the woods foraging for morels that he sold at the local market for twenty dollars a pound. On this day, the prized mushrooms were hard to find. Austin wasn’t sure if it was too early in the spring or too late. Too late was a real possibility since this day was hot like on a summer’s day. Austin made a mental note to start earlier next year. Climate change had arrived in Vermont.Surprisingly, there was a delicate scent of hyacinth in the air. It was a flower that Austin had seen in his mom’s garden but never in the forest. He didn’t have to wait long to find the source.  Austin figured someone was muscling in on his mushroom business. This had never happened before. Austin always had the woods to himself.  He was certain that his competitor had already harvested the mushrooms leaving him with slim pickings.Within a few minutes, Austin was close enough to see the interloper. It was Daisy Dunlop, a girl in the grade ahead of him. She was wearing a short pink skirt and a loose top, not that he noticed. What he noticed was her long legs accentuated by a miniskirt. She was taller than most boys.Daisy wasn’t looking for morels. She was just wandering around as if she was lost or looking for someone. Austin’s first impulse was to hide. He was never comfortable around girls, especially if they were almost as tall as him. It was too late. Daisy spotted him. Austin froze as Daisy approached.“Hi Austin,” she said in the sweetest voice he had ever heard. “Are you treasure hunting?”“In a way, I’m looking for morels.”She giggled. “What kind of morals? Good morals or bad morals?”“Not that kind. I’m picking mushrooms.”“I don’t know anything about mushrooms. Show me what you’ve found.”“I haven’t found any yet.”“Oh, that’s too bad. What do you do with them?”“I sell them to people in town.”“That’s great, Austin. Maybe I can help.”“They’re hard to find. How do you know my name?” he asked.“I’ve seen you at school. All the girls have a crush on you, you dumb turkey.”Austin blushed and walked away heading toward a couple of dead elm trees where several mushrooms were standing straight up at attention. Daisy followed close behind. He wasn’t getting rid of her easily.“Are those morels?” she asked.“Yeah,” Austin answered as if bored.“God, they remind me of something.”“Really? What’s that?”“A boner!”Austin stared at the mushrooms for a few seconds, then asked, “What’s a boner?”“Come on Austin. Everyone knows what a boner is.” “I don’t.”She took off her Sex hikayeleri blouse, wearing no bra, showing Austin her trophy-size tits. “This might explain it.” Although Austin gave her a nonchalant expression, the bulge in his loose-fitting shorts told a different story.“I see you are catching on. Maybe you can show me yours.”Austin was at a loss for words. “What? Show you what?” he stammered.“Your boner, of course. You take off your shorts, and I’ll take off mine.”His eyes avoided Daisy as she got naked, except for her sneakers.“Looks like you need some help, Austin,” and she went to her knees pulling his shorts and boxers to his ankles. “Oh Austin, you have such a nice big boner. Let me kiss it.” Before Austin could mumble an answer, her lips were on him. “Oh Austin, you are a hunk. Do you want me to suck it?”She didn’t wait for an answer and had his cock in her mouth. It took less than a minute for him to shoot an enormous wad down her throat. “Oh, that was great, Austin. Maybe you can do that in my pussy sometime. You know what a girl’s pussy is, right?”Austin just nodded.“Give me your hand, Austin. I want you to touch it.”  Daisy took his hand and pressed it against her shaved pussy. “Put your finger inside me. I like it when a boy does that to me.” It wasn’t hard for him to understand what she meant. “How does it feel?” she asked.Austin just shrugged his shoulders and said, “Warm and wet, I guess.”“I want to feel your boner inside me but not today. I gotta go and help with the chores at home. Meet me here on Saturday. I’ll be here around ten.”Daisy dressed and began walking away. She looked back saying, “Don’t forget! Saturday at ten.” When she was out of sight, Austin sat on a log trying to come to terms with what had just happened. It was both scary and satisfying at the same time. After he harvested a few morels, Austin decided to be there on Saturday.Lots of people say their first time was not satisfying. That was not Austin’s experience. Daisy led him to the gates of paradise. There was something very gratifying about being with a girl like Daisy. She taught him that there is more to life than hunting for mushrooms.*********So that was the beginning.Daisy and Austin were inseparable enjoying each other’s bodies until she went off to college in the fall. Austin grew up a lot during those months with Daisy. He learned how to satisfy a girl in ways he had never imagined. She wasn’t shy about telling him what she wanted and how to do it.Finger fucking was the prelude to sucking clit, then fucking and learning how to hold back to satisfy her. Usually, he didn’t have to wait long because Daisy’s orgasms came almost as soon as he slipped his cock in her slit.Most times he came inside her when she said it was okay because the timing was right. When the timing Sikiş hikayeleri wasn’t right, she had him cum in her mouth. Daisy liked to tease him asking for a kiss when his cum drooled off her lips. Austin had gone from a boy to a man in a few short months.When she left for school, Austin realized he had been in love, a love that poets write about, and that he had seen in movies. He just didn’t know it also involved aches in his chest and sleepless nights.  When she came home for Christmas break, Daisy brought home her boyfriend. Austin was heartbroken. He promised himself that from then on, he would never fall in love again.During his senior year in high school, Austin learned that making love was different from being in love. He had lost his shyness and had a self-confidence that Daisy had inspired in him. He didn’t count the number of girls he had hooked up with, but it is fair to say that Austin was popular with the girls once his “gifts” became known.College, well college wasn’t in the picture for Austin. He still dated high school girls after graduation and went to the high school football games where he had been the third-string quarterback. Austin went more for meeting a girl than watching the game. Some of the girls were an easy touch and liked being with an older boy. But something very unexpected happened that gave Austin a different outlook from screwing high school girls. He had taken a job at Erickson Electrical, a family-owned company. As an electrician, he often worked in the homes of people living in the area.Her name was Margorie Burkholder who was the wife of a lawyer. She was pretty, not beautiful but very attractive. Margorie was not quite forty, short and slim with modest size tits that gave her the body of a much younger woman. Mr. Burkholder was the senior partner in Burkholder, Flanagan, and Peters Law firm. Mr. and Mrs. Burkholder had hired Erickson Electrical to renovate their home with the latest technology. Austin worked under his boss, Brad Turkley on the multi-million-dollar project.The first time Austin met Mrs. Burkholder, she said, “Aren’t you the boy that sold mushrooms at the roadside vegetable stand?”“Yes, Ma’am.”“Oh, they were the best mushrooms we’ve ever bought. I haven’t seen you there for a while.”“No, Ma’am. I’m an electrician now.”“You look young for being an electrician. How old are you?”“I’m nineteen, Ma’am, and an apprentice.”“Call me Marge. Ma’am is too formal for this house.”“Yes Ma’am, I mean Marge.””What’s your name, Mr. Electrical Apprentice?”“Austin, but my friends call me Tin.”“Okay, then if you don’t mind, I’ll call you Tin.”“Yes, Ma’am.”“It’s Marge.”Austin knew right away that she loved to flirt.The next time Austin saw Marge, she asked him to help carry in packages from her Lexis. He was happy Erotik hikaye to help and declined the tip she offered. “Well, Tin, in that case, I’m going to need to find another way to show my appreciation.”On a Tuesday afternoon when Tin helped bring in the groceries again, Marge asked, “Do you know Daisy Dunlop?”“Yes, of course,” Austin replied. We went to school together. She was a year ahead of me.”“You make it sound like you two just passed each other in the hall. Her mom tells a different story. Apparently, you were Daisy’s boyfriend.“Well, we dated some, I guess.”“According to Daisy’s mom, it was more than that.”“You’re blushing Tim,” Marge said. “Let me put it this way. Mrs. Dunlop told me about the time she caught you two in a very romantic situation. Do you remember?”“It was no big deal. We were just making out,” giving her the impression that nothing else happened.“Okay. I guess making out means something different from when I was in school.”“What do you mean, Mrs. Burkholder?”“According to Mrs. Dunlop, you were hooking up, with your pants below your knees and Daisy’s panties on the floor. Look, Tin, I’m not being judgmental here. You’re a handsome guy. Daisy is a pretty girl so it’s easy to see why Daisy and you were getting it on. You make a nice-looking couple. And Mrs. Dunlop was impressed by your package.”“My package?” Austin asked.“Yes, your male package. To put it bluntly, Tin, your cock.”That abruptly ended the conversation but not without Marge giving Tin a peck on the cheek.Later that week, Mrs. Burkholder asked Austin to fix a device that wasn’t working. It’s in the bedroom, Tin. Do you have a minute to look at it?”“Sure, but I’ve only a minute. My boss, Mr. Turkley needs me to string some wiring in the guest room.”In the bedroom on top of the bedside table was a small pink object that reminded Austin of a tadpole, bulbous on one end, a tail on the other.“I can’t get it to work, Tin. Maybe it needs fresh batteries.”Austin took a quick look and said, “I don’t think it needs new batteries, Mrs. Burkholder. It’s rechargeable. See this tiny hole at the round end? That’s where you plug it in the charger.”Mrs. Burkholder reached into a drawer and asked, “Is this what you mean?”“Yes, I think so. Plug it in and wait a few hours, then try it.”“Thanks, Tin.”The next day, Mrs. Burkholder said it still didn’t work. “It doesn’t have a switch to turn it on, Tin. It says something about an app. What’s an app? she asked.“Do you have a smartphone? You need to load an app or a kind of software to run it from your phone. It’s a remote-controlled device. Go to the website and download the application.”“Can you do it for me?”In a few minutes, Austin had the app on her smartphone and showed her how to turn on her toy. He really had no idea why it vibrated. “What’s it do, Mrs. Burkholder?”“It’s a female thing. When you have time, I’ll show you.”At the end of the week, Marge Burkholder was all smiles. “You’re a genius, Tin. My toy works great and is just what I wanted.”Austin took a long moment before asking, “What is that, Ma’am?”

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It was Summer, 2010, and a Friday night. I was searching on Craigslist under casual encounters. I came across an ad from a girl who was twenty-three years old. I was almost thirty-five at this time. The ad said that she was married but had permission from her husband to see other men. She also said in the ad that she was a squirter and liked kinky sex.I had been with a squirter once before this. Her name was Dawn. I met her in 2009. She was a cute bbw who I had sex with twice. The second time I was with her was the first time I experienced squirting. I was licking her pussy and she violently squirted in my face. It was like an explosion, it came out in force. I had no warning and it was a huge turn-on.I decided to respond to this Craigslist ad. I was surprised when she wrote me back. Her name was Lulu and she said that she liked my look. I reminded her of her husband because he had long hair too. After I responded I didn’t get an immediate answer. I got worried that it was going to end like that. I noticed that she had a Yahoo email address so I got on instant messenger and sent her a message.I was very happy that she answered me on the instant messenger. I knew that girls got tons of responses on Craigslist. I knew that I had to be aggressive if I wanted a chance at hooking up with Lulu. We exchanged a few messages and then she Sex hikayeleri sent me her picture.She was an attractive Latina with dyed pink hair. She was thick in a very good way. She gave me her number. I called her and she answered in a low and sexy voice. She told me that she lived in Montebello. I told her that my friend lived there. She told me to come and pick her up. We made plans to hang out at my place and see what happens.Montebello was a forty-minute drive for me but I decided that it was worth it. I got a shower and drove to pick up Lulu. As I got close to her address I called her and told her that I was 5 minutes away. She said that she’d be outside waiting.As I pulled up I saw her there waiting in the dark on a small side street in East Los Angeles.Lulu looked like her pictures. She was wearing black jeans and a hoodie. She looked like was dressed to go to a concert. I let her into my car, we hugged for a minute and I started to drive us back to my guest house in Woodland Hills. We had a long drive to chat and get to know each other.We had a nice chat during the drive. We talked about much more than sex and we were on the same page in many ways.We got back to my place and I offered Lulu something to drink. We sat down to watch a comedy show that she had brought over on some DVDs. We chatted for twenty Sikiş hikayeleri minutes while watching her show. Suddenly she looked up at me and our eyes met. We both moved in to kiss each other. There was no warm-up, our mouths were fully open. Our tongues were deeply exploring each other. After a few minutes, she stood up and I started undressing her. I removed her hoodie and her shirt. I removed her bra and started licking her beautiful c-cup tits.She stopped me.Lulu said, “You don’t understand, you need to get some towels and put them on your couch. I squirt a lot.”I got up and went to my bathroom. I grabbed a few towels and laid them on my couch.Lulu giggled and said, “That’s not enough but you’ll see.”I went ahead and unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down and off of Lulu. Her legs were smooth and shaved. To my surprise, she was wearing gray men’s boxer briefs. I went back to sucking on her nipples. I was grabbing her ass cheeks at the same time. All of a sudden she started cumming. The gray boxer briefs that she had on were suddenly soaked underneath her pussy. Warm liquid was running down Lulu’s legs.”I told you I squirt like fucking crazy,” Lulu said.I pulled her boxers briefs down and laid her down on my couch. I spread her legs open. She had a beautiful pussy. It was totally shaved. I spread her Erotik hikaye thick pussy lips apart and began licking her clit. She tasted so good and sweet. I was about to put two fingers in her pussy but she started cumming again. She squirted all over my face and it ran down onto the towel. She soaked through the towel and into my couch.Lulu laughed and said, “I fucking told you, you should’ve listened. Go get some more towels.”So I did and I grabbed a condom too. I put the fresh towels on top of the wet towels. I took my clothes off and my cock was very hard. I sat down on the couch. Lulu sat to my right and grabbed my hard cock with her right hand. She gave me a short but aggressive handjob.”Are you ready for my pussy?” Lulu asked.I replied, “Yes.”I quickly got the condom out and unrolled it onto my cock. She mounted me in cowgirl position. She started riding me very slowly but passionately. Her pussy was very tight. She was grinding it up and down on my dick with aggression and passion.Lulu then said, “If I go too fast I’m going to squirt like crazy and ruin your stupid couch.”She kept slowly grinding me and within two minutes she started cumming again.”Oh shit, oh shit, fuck!” Lulu said.I replied, “What’s wrong?””I’m going to make a real mess,” she replied.I felt the warm liquid running down my cock and balls. It was soaking through the fresh towels I had just put down. I remember thinking that this was going to be a serious clean-up after.Lulu got up and told me to lie down flat. She mounted me in reverse cowgirl.”Now you can watch your dick go in and out my pussy, ok?” Lulu said.

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As I sit in my office, I am wearing my pink sissy uniform, watching the hired gardener dig up the weeds out front. I’m not supposed to expose myself to others, but my sissy rules state that I must be in uniform when nobody else is inside the house. I’m doing work, but all I can really concentrate on is the idea that I should be on my knees sucking cock, or being on all fours being fucked.It’s all a bit much, so I head into the kitchen for a drink of water, my heels clicking on the wooden floorboards, my permanently locked away cock trying to strain against the metal chastity device.I hear the door open and, “Hello? Do you mind if Sex hikayeleri I use the… Oh.” I forgot to lock the front door. I turn to see John, the gardener, giving me the up and down, and licking his lips. He says, “You’re a sissy, I see. I bet you’re going to give me more than cash for this job, then, aren’t you?”I blush, and smooth my ruffled apron a little, but all it does is draw his attention to the fact that I am, clearly, nothing but a chastised and obedient sissy. I start to open my mouth, but before I can say anything he says, “Don’t say a word, slut. I came in to use the toilet. So you’re going to Sikiş hikayeleri come drink my pee now, aren’t you?”I can’t help myself. I nod, silently. He gestures for me to walk past him, and towards the toilet. I obey, trembling a little. As I pass him, he gooses me on the right butt cheek, then grabs me from behind and pulls me against him, wrapping his arms around mine and squeezing my D-cup boobs. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my butt, and I let out a tiny moan and automatically wiggle my arse against it.He whispers into my ear, “Good gurl, you behave and I’ll fuck you right.” Then he stands me Erotik hikaye upright, smacks my butt again, and I start high-stepping to the bathroom as I’ve been trained to do when on display.I arrive in the bathroom, turn around, and kneel down, crossing my arms behind me, and presenting my open mouth up. He walks slowly in, giving me an appreciative look, then unzips his fly. His cock pops out, and I again reflexively lick my lips, hungry to get that cock in my mouth. But I wait on my knees, as I’m trained to do.He steps forward, and I lift my head up and wrap my lips around his hard cock. He puts his hand on my cheek and strokes it, then sighs and starts to pee. All that nightly deep-throating practice pays off, as I suck his whole cock into my throat and start swallowing. It’s a good minute before he stops peeing and I come up for air, tears running down my face from the effort.

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Her growinginner strengthsings for him.His soft scribblesin betweenthese fragilelines of her beingthat Sex hikayeleri spill starlightupon Sikiş hikayeleri Erotik hikaye his every word,spoken as a prayer,that echo like a melody,as their bodiesentwine beneaththe cashmere moonlight.And oh howthey intertwineHis rampantmajestic beingclaiming everyfibre of herheart and mindUnlockingher oncefrigid frameNow electrifiedby his presencehis touchand his words

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I was twenty-four, twice Brandon’s age, when he showed up on move-in day at our new home seeking a lawn mowing job. We’d only been married a short time, and this was our first home, or we probably wouldn’t have hired him. He seemed so little that I didn’t want to, but Richard, my husband, pointed out that it would save buying a mower. Temporarily mortgage-poor, that was a significant expense, so the miniature entrepreneur got the job.He was cute, but painfully shy, blushing all the time, often for no apparent reason. Watching him straining to push that roaring mower up the slight incline in our yard was mildly terrifying, but he was dependable and did Sex hikayeleri a good job. By fourteen, he was bigger and handled his mower with ease, but he was still so shy it seemed painful for him to speak – good kid, though.At sixteen, he’d quit mowing for another job, so we hired a service, something we could finally afford. He still said hello when our paths crossed, and he still blushed, but he came to mind some months later regarding a chore that had proved more difficult than anticipated. He’d grown and filled out by then, and I thought his long arms and additional muscle might be just what was called for.Planning to call him, Sikiş hikayeleri instead I saw him outside his family home one afternoon and stopped. I tapped the horn and waved, lowering my window.“Hi, Brandon.”“Hi, Mrs. Nelson.”“Please call me Rayne, OK?” He blushed – of course – jamming his hands in his back pockets. “Hey, would you like to earn some extra money?”He shrugged. “I guess.”“I’m removing those nasty Russian olive shrubs out back, and I could use some help.” The previous owner planted the thorny, nasty things, and I hated them. Richard, my husband, is allergic to them as well, so they needed to go.“Sure, I can help you. Erotik hikaye When?”“What’s your next day off?”“Tuesday.”“I’ll take the day off; we’ll do it then.” His retail job required weekends, so I’d known it would be a weekday. “Bring leather gloves and wear good shoes, the thorns are bad – and it’s supposed to be hot, so dress for that.” He nodded, and I said, “Eight-thirty, OK?”“Sure.”I had all the tools and equipment ready when he showed up early on Tuesday, and we dived in immediately. We were making progress, Brandon gradually relaxing as we chatted and worked. It was hot, so I wore shorts and a tank top and he’d worn sweat shorts and an old t-shirt. At one point, when we paused for a drink, I asked him how old he was, impressed with how he’d matured!“I’m almost eighteen.”“So, you’re seventeen?” When he nodded, I said, “I didn’t ask how old you almost are.” He blushed, and I laughed. “I’m teasing you.”

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Après avoir plongé dans les arcanes de la série “Emprise sur la Ville”, coécrite par Verdu et moi-même en huit actes palpitants, je me fais le plaisir de vous offrir une deuxième expansion de cet univers à travers le récit détaillé d’un personnage clé. J’ai déjà commis une ‘Histoire d’Aïké’. A présent, préparez-vous à renouer avec certains visages familiers de la série principale dans ce dernier chapitre de cette ‘Histoire de Leila’.

Que vous ayez été séduits par la série originale ou que vous soyez de nouveaux arrivants dans cet univers, je vous souhaite une lecture envoûtante et immersive.

Bienvenue dans l’extension de “Emprise sur la Ville”.

Bon voyage!

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Emprise sur la Ville – Histoire de Leila (Chapitre 3)

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Résumé du chapitre 2 : Dans l’Uber Sex, Leila subit le pire outrage de sa vie avec un couple de clients et leur chien. La maghrébine fuit et tente d’échapper à la Confrérie. Son ancienne amante, Maëva la recueille chez elle mais elle est assujettie à Jacques Mousatir qui, entretemps avait corrompu les parents de Leila grâce au collier d’asservissement développé dans la start up. Jacques reprend sa soumise.

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Chapitre 3 : Perversité de Jacques

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L’homme est l’animal dont le plaisir est de faire ce qui ne fait pas plaisir.

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Dans l’obscurité du sous-sol de l’immeuble appartenant la Confrérie, un aménagement singulier évoquait l’atmosphère mystérieuse d’un donjon médiéval. Dans le sous-sol du vaste bâtiment, la pénombre enveloppait les lieux, accentuant le sentiment d’intimité et de secret qui régnait en ces murs. Des bougies LED disséminées ici et là projetaient des reflets vacillants, créant des jeux d’ombres et de lumières dans les recoins sombres. L’odeur envoûtante de l’encens flottait dans l’air, ajoutant une touche d’exotisme à cet espace insolite.

Les murs étaient ornés de tapisseries riches et colorées, dépeignant des scènes d’orgies sexuelles et des sacrifices humains. Leurs fibres douces et épaisses donnaient une texture chaleureuse, créant une atmosphère à la fois raffinée et mystique. Le sol était recouvert de tapis épais et précieux, dont les motifs complexes semblaient raconter des histoires d’un autre temps. Chaque pas résonnait légèrement sur les fibres épaisses, créant un léger bruissement qui se mêlait aux murmures de l’endroit. Au centre de la pièce principale, un autel en bois noble était soigneusement disposé, orné d’objets rituels, de symboles ésotériques et d’un double anneau entrelacé. Des chandeliers en argent poli éclairaient faiblement la scène, projetant des ombres dansantes sur les murs.

Le sous-sol aménagé en mode donjon était à présent le sanctuaire intime, où les membres de la Confrérie se réunissaient pour plonger dans un autre univers. Dans cet espace unique, la pénombre, les senteurs enivrantes, les tapisseries et les tapis riches s’unissaient pour créer une ambiance envoûtante, un refuge pour ceux en quête de perversité, une prison pour les esclaves qui y demeuraient et un enfer pour les soumises traînées ici.

Des coups de fouet résonnaient. Secs et aigües, ils s’accompagnaient de cris inhumains. L’immense sous-sol en mode donjon se composait de différents espaces soigneusement séparés par des murs épais, chacun servant une fonction spécifique. Deux vastes salles s’étendaient majestueusement, chacune avec sa fonction particulière. L’une d’entre elles était aménagée pour accueillir des buffets lors de rassemblements, avec de longues tables en bois massif chargées de mets délicats et de breuvages envoûtants. Les murs étaient ornés de tapisseries somptueuses représentant toutes les positions du kamasutra, ajoutant une touche de grandeur à cet espace de convivialité. C’est dans cette salle qu’une blonde aux seins volumineux subissait les coups de fouet d’une autre esclave, à la couleur noire.

Enchassée dans le mur séparant les deux principales salles, la journaliste Larysa Pokirnyy d’origine ukrainienne vivait là en permanence depuis son enlèvement. Dom Pietro, le parrain de la pègre, conçut une vengeance inhumaine pour celle qui tenta de le faire tomber. Dans le vaste donjon principal, percée dans un des murs qui structurait l’espace, un trou d’une trentaine de centimètres de diamètre accueillait la taille de la journaliste blonde. En fait, on avait construit le mur autour du ventre de l’esclave ukrainienne la laissant en permanence dans une position inconfortablement debout et penchée à la fois : nue, perchée sur des talons aiguilles d’un côté du mur de béton et légèrement penchée de l’autre côté. Impossible pour la grande blonde autrefois plantureuse de s’échapper de cette torture.

N’importe qui pouvait la baiser du côté de ses fesses sans qu’elle ne puisse le voir. C’est Aïké, une autre esclave qui se chargeait de la nourrir, de la nettoyer à coup de jet d’eau et de la fouetter chaque jour.

Au fond du donjon, de modestes petites cellules étaient dissimulées, offrant un espace fermé pour Sex hikayeleri les esclaves de la Confrérie. Les murs de pierre brute ajoutaient une touche d’authenticité à ces recoins intimes, tandis que des lueurs tamisées provenant de bougies à LED discrètement placées créaient une ambiance feutrée. C’est dans l’une de ces cellules que Leila, la jeune maghrébine, vivait à présent. Allongée à même le sol en ciment, elle dormait encore après son viol de la veille. Depuis que Maitre Jacques l’avait récupéré avec la complicité de Maëva, la beurette vivait un enfer.

Non loin de là, un espace dédié aux besoins sanitaires comprenait une salle de douche et des toilettes. Des carrelages sombres et luisants recouvraient le sol, donnant une impression de propreté et de modernité dans ce cadre médiéval. Mais il était réservé aux membres de la Confrérie. Les esclaves recevaient des jets d’eau programmés directement dans leur cellule et constituait leur seul aise hygiénique. Des trous dans les sols des cellules permettaient l’évacuation des fluides.

Une salle de dressage intrigante occupait également une partie du sous-sol. Les murs étaient ornés d’ustensiles curieux tels que des cannes de bambous, des fouets, des collections de godemichet et de ceintures gode et d’autres équipements rappelant l’époque révolue de l’Inquisition. C’était un espace propice au dressage des esclaves et des soumises. Des croix de saint André entouraient la pièce et des crochets étaient fixés un peu partout sur le plafond et sur le sol. Dans cette salle, Joséphine Charline, l’inspectrice de police, tenait une sorte de lance terminée par un arc métallique. Toute habillée de cuir, elle faisait face à Laura Macudam suspendue au plafond par un entrelac ingénieux de cordes qui fisselaient son corps de métisse vietnamienne. L’ancienne patronne de Health Dynamic, jouait le rôle d’exutoire à la policière brune qui l’électrocutait avec sa lance avant de la branler violemment.

L’entrée du sous-sol, où arrivait l’ascenseur secret, était un espace impressionnant. Des portes massives en bois sombre s’ouvraient sur un couloir voûté, où des torches LED aux flammes dansantes éclairaient le passage. Les visiteurs étaient accueillis par une ambiance mystérieuse et intrigante dès leur arrivée. L’ascenseur s’ouvrit et un couple menotté suivait Jacques Mousatir.

La femme vêtue d’un abaya et voilée à la mode islamique, marchait péniblement comme un âne têtu refusant la voie proposée. Droit, tel un pique, son mari marchait le long du couloir. Son cou serti du collier de silicone qui contrôlait sa volonté et ses mouvements l’obligeait à obéir au mécréant qui le devançait. Les foudres de l’enfer frappaient la famille de Leila. Ses parents allaient devenir des choses de la Confrérie. Nora et Mohammed avançaient vers un destin funeste.

Jacques dirigea le couple dans la salle de dressage dans laquelle Joséphine Charline avait joué avec Laura suffisamment longtemps. Le vieil homme attacha les deux mains de Nora aux branches supérieures d’une croix de Saint André. Derrière son voile noir, la musulmane gueulait dans un mélange de français et d’arabe. Incapable de se mouvoir et dépouillé de volonté, Mohammed bouillait intérieurement de colère en observant Jacques attacher son épouse.

– Je vais m’amuser avec vous, commença le membre de la Confrérie. Votre fille a fait une bêtise. Vous allez payer.

– Laisse-nous sale chien, hurlait Nora. La police va arrêter vous.

– Ça m’étonnerait Madame, sourit Jacques.

– Mais tu fais quoi Mohammed! hurla la musulmane. Défends-moi.

Jacques éclata de rire alors qu’il préparait quelques ustensiles sur une petite desserte à roulettes qu’il rapprocha de l’algérienne voilée en colère.

– Mohammed, retire l’abaya de ta femme, commanda-t-il en lui proposant une paire de ciseaux.

Intérieurement, l’homme refusa et, obéit extérieurement. Il découpa les manches de sa femme jusqu’à l’encolure de l’abaya. Nora lui gueulait dessus sans comprendre qu’il n’avait pas le choix. Puis, Mohammed tira sur le tissu au niveau de la taille et le vêtement tomba à ses pieds. Seuls la culotte, le soutien gorge noir et le voile qui tombait sur les épaules nues, habillement encore la mère de Leila.

– Elle a quelle âge ta femme?

– 37 ans, Monsieur.

– Tu t’embêtes pas Mohammed! Tu as 25 ans de plus que ta femme. Elle est encore très belle, remarqua Jacques en contemplant le ventre peu rebondi et les hanches menues.

Nora pleurait d’humiliation. Jamais elle n’avait été aussi dévêtue devant un homme. Seul son mari avec lequel elle s’était mariée à 18 ans l’avait vu nu.

– Enlève sa culotte.

Mohammed baissa le tissu. Un sexe broussailleux noir se démarquant sur la peau halée de la femme. Nora pleurait et tentait de se détacher. Mais les liens fixaient solidement ses poignets.

– Tu aimes baiser ta femme, Mohammed?

– Oui, Monsieur. Tous les soirs.

– Elle est gironde. Montre-moi ses seins.

L’algérien en colère se voyait obéir aux abominations Sikiş hikayeleri de Jacques. Il dégrafa le soutien-gorge et libéra deux jolis seins en poire.

– Je sais d’où Leila tient sa beauté.

Nora fixa Jacques.

– Oui, Madame. Je baise et viole votre fille depuis des mois et des mois. C’est mon esclave sexuelle.

Le couple se mit à pleurer. L’enfer n’avait pas de fond. Jacques passa devant Mohammed et malaxa les seins.

– Pitié M’sieur. Pitié, suppliait la musulmane n’ayant que son voile pour couvrir sa pudeur.

Le rictus malsain sur le visage de Jacques effraya le couple.

– Mohammed. Tu vas sortir ma queue et la sucer pour me faire bander. Je vais violer ta femme ensuite.

Le silence a des profondeurs que les cris de haine ne parviennent pas à tarir. Nora regarda son époux s’agenouiller aux pieds du tortionnaire. Il baissa la fermeture éclair. Entre ses doigts flétris, Mohammed dégagea la queue déjà presque dure de Jacques. Une nausée infâme s’empara de la musulmane. Le vieux algérien introduisit le sexe dur dans sa bouche.

– Mmmmmhhh, mais tu es bon toi. Mets-y la langue aussi, lança Jacques en jouant avec les tétons de Nora.

Il passait également ses doigts dans la fente poilue. Il sentait la bouche humide de son jouet l’aspirer de mieux en mieux. Jacques se dégagea et saisit les hanches de la mère de Leila. Il se plaça entre ses cuisses et pénétra la musulmane qui hurla comme une bête blessée. Jacques la culbuta de plus en plus fort.

– Eh… suceuse de queue, s’adressa-t-il à Mohammed, retire le voile de ta femme que je vois son visage et ses cheveux.

Le tissu tiré, Jacques eut l’impression de baiser Leila 20 vingt ans plus vieille. Il éjacula dans la chatte de la musulmane qui gueulait de rage.

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La détresse de Leila était palpable lorsqu’elle se retrouva à nouveau enfermée dans une cellule exiguë. Les murs froids et austères semblaient se refermer sur elle, amplifiant son sentiment d’oppression. Les rares sorties vers la salle de dressage offraient une brève échappatoire, mais la souffrance expérimentée y était plus crue qu’autrefois. Le retour à sa prison étroite ne faisait qu’accentuer son désespoir.

Dans cet environnement lugubre, c’était Aïké qui prenait en charge la nourriture de Leila. Les échanges étaient minimalistes, réduits à de brefs échanges de regards et quelques mots échangés dans le silence pesant de la cellule.

Alors que Leila subissait avec acharnement des coups de canne sous la supervision de Jacques, Marie et Moussa rejoignirent la session. Les échanges verbaux étaient rares, mais la tension était palpable. Le corps recouvert de blessure et de plaies presqu’ouvertes excita Moussa, un grand black qui appartenait à la Confrérie.

– Je n’ai pas le temps aujourd’hui ma puce, dit le grand gaillard noir en giflant les seins de Leila. Je te baiserai le cul une autre fois.

La beurette le vit revenir des cellules avec Laura. L’ancienne patronne de Leila était toute mince et semblait vide de vie. Marie Mousatir tenait en laisse une autre femme. Une vieille vietnamienne.

– Pourquoi vous faites cela? Qu’est-ce que vous voulez de moi? criait Laura Mucadam.

– Tu as désobéi. Suis les ordres et tais-toi, répondit calmement Marie en tirant sur la longe de la mère de Laura qui pleurait.

Ils allèrent dans le second donjon.

Jacques quitta la salle de dressage où Leila goûtait à présent les lanières d’un fouet que la belle Aïké abattait sur ses flancs. La douleur cuisante du cuir sur sa peau fine tirait des cris affreux. Jamais encore, depuis sa soumission, la maghrébine subit une telle torture. Elle en regrettait presque sa condition de soumise à l’Uber-Sex ou les séances pendant lesquelles, le plaisir apparaissait parfois malgré elle.

– Alors ma petite pute, lança Jacques dans son dos en revenant dans la pièce.

Attachée sur le chevalet de bois et de cuir, la tête en bas, les quatre membres solidement attachés à cheval sur la barre centrale, comme une motarde sur sa machine, les fesses vers le haut, la beurette ne pouvait pas le voir. Quand il passa devant elle suivit de deux personnes, elle hurla comme une bête qu’on éviscère vivante.

– J’ai ramené tes parents pour qu’ils te tiennent compagnie.

Leila avait une assez bonne connaissance du niveau de perversité de son Maître pour s’attendre à toutes les abominations. Elle avait cédé sous le joug implacable d’un chantage vicieux, qui avait exploité sa liaison avec Maëva pour manipuler sa peur du jugement de ses parents. Dans l’amère réalité de cette trahison, la belle rousse se révélant être complice de cette mascarade, le dégoût envahissait Leila, noyant son esprit dans une profonde répulsion. L’abjecte punition infligée par le truchement de ses propres parents, sous l’emprise de la manipulation de quelques drogues ou quelques moyens qu’elle ne comprenait pas, amplifiait encore davantage son sentiment de dégoût, transformant son être en une marée sombre d’amertume et de désillusion.

Nora Erotik hikaye et Mohammed logeaient depuis deux jours dans l’une des cellules du sous-sol. Jacques, Dom Pietro, Martial Bascoul et Joséphine Cherline en avaient largement profité en violant les deux maghrébins. La mère de Leila était dévastée. Violée à de multiples reprises, la femme de trente-sept ans avait subi tous les outrages. L’absence de réaction de son mari et sa complicité étonnante redoublait son désespoir.

Le vieux algérien, lui aussi subissait sans pouvoir réagir les outrages les plus immondes. Le collier d’asservissement développé par Jacques Mousatir avec le concours des moyens de l’entreprise Health Dynamics l’obligeait à obéir alors que son esprit hurlait de s’y soustraire.

– Déshabille-toi Mohammed que tu montres ta belle queue à ta fille, dit Jacques.

– Noonnnn, hurla Leila.

La chemise et le pantalon du vieil homme tombèrent sur le sol. Comme il était pieds nus, seul son slip blanc kangourou d’un autre temps masquait sa nudité. Leila ferma les yeux quand son père le baissa.

– Aïké, tu vas branler tranquillement Mohammed pour le préparer. Il va baiser sa fille.

– Noonnnn, hurla Nora, les bras attachés dans le dos, et les chevilles entravées.

– En fait, madame, murmura Jacques, j’ai très envie de voir du sexe. Donc….

– Non… c’est fille à nous…

Le petit rictus au coin de la bouche de Jacques fit frissonner Nora. La belle esclave noire, nue, les fesses divinement rebondies, la poitrine fière, referma doucement ses doigts sur la verge molle de Mohammed. Le lent mouvement fit gonfler la tige. Leila gardait toujours les yeux fermés.

– Ma petite pute chérie, dit Jacques en caressant les plaies de la jeune maghrébine, si tu n’ouvres pas les yeux, je vais torturer ta mère, l’électrocuter, la fouetter, la frapper, lui tordre les seins à les arracher, lui percer le sexe…

Leila découvrit la queue de son père dressée devant ses yeux dans la main noire d’Aïké.

– …Bien, ma bonne pute, rit Jacques en enfonçant un doigt dans son cul. Maintenant Nora, si vous ne voulez pas que son papa la baise, vous allez me donner votre corps.

Une boule serrée étrangla la gorge de la mère. Alors que l’esclave noire continuait à masturber tranquillement le maghrébin et que Jacques branlait le cul de Leila avec deux doigts, Nora acquiesça.

– Je veux que tout le monde l’entende, insista l’homme aux cheveux blancs.

– Je vais offrir mon corps à vous, m’sieur, dit-elle en pleurant. Mohammed pas sexe avec ma fille, je vous en supplie.

– Déshabillez-vous madame.

Nora regarda son mari nu se faisant branler par une grande black chauve. La mère de Leila ôta son abaya déjà bien sale de son séjour dans la cellule. Elle retira son voile pour dégager une longue chevelure noire.

– Tes sous-vêtements également!

Mohammed, Aïké, Leila et Jacques la regardèrent se mettre complètement nue.

– Viens-là. Tu vas me sucer si tu ne veux pas que papa baise sa fille, lança méchamment le vieil homme en continuant de doigter le cul de Leila.

Nora s’agenouilla devant son tortionnaire. Rapidement, sans réfléchir, soumise aux ordres, elle enfonça la verge molle dans sa bouche. Le goût de ce blanc la dégoûtait mais, obéissante, elle le suçait.

– C’est bien! Tu ne suces pas aussi bien que ta fille mais c’est pas mal.

Les cœurs de Nora et Leila se serrèrent. L’humiliation était le moteur de Jacques et il était bien rodé. Continuant d’enfoncer ses deux doigts dans le fondement de la jeune algérienne, il pénétra au fond de la gorge de la mère.

– Mohammed approche que ta femme nous suce tous les deux. Aïké, viens me remplacer.

Le vieil homme soumis et Jacques entouraient Nora qui, une verge dans chaque main, gobait alternativement les deux queues bien raides. L’esclave noire passa derrière Leila qui était toujours entravée sur le chevalet. Elle enfonça un gode dans l’anus.

– Mets-les deux queues dans ta bouche!

Nora s’exécuta comme elle pût. Soumise, la trentenaire suçait les deux bites comme une sale pute.

– Aïké, va chercher un autre chevalet. Tu sais ce que je veux?

– Oui Maitre. J’y vais, répondit l’esclave noire.

La grande black installa un chevalet juste en face du visage de Leila. Elle enfonça une cagoule de cuir noir sur la tête de la beurette. Trois trous : les deux yeux et la bouche. La fermeture éclair empêchait la cagoule de glisser. Sur le haut, au niveau du crâne, un crochet d’acier était fixé. Aïké tendit une cordelette entre ce crochet et les pieds arrière du chevalet. Cela imposait à la tête de Leila de rester relevée.

Jacques et son esclave noire installèrent Nora dans l’exacte position symétrique de Leila. Mère et fille, l’une en face de l’autre, contrainte à quatre pattes sur un chevalet, la même cagoule, les têtes relevées, comme l’envers d’un miroir.

– Maintenant Mesdames, lança Jacques en se branlant pour conserver son érection, nous allons nous amuser. Aïké va revenir avec un petit objet que j’aime bien. Sur la base du chevalet sur lequel vous êtes confortablement installée…

Le ton ironique et sadique de Jacques irrita la mère et la fille qui avaient du mal à respirer dans cette position humiliante.

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Brody Barlow decided to rent out a cabin in the woods for one month to help him recover from the nervous breakdown he recently experienced. His boss had placed him on an indefinite leave of absence and had recommended an extended vacation. This cabin, suggested by a coworker, was a lakeshore property surrounded by forest. There was a dock and a private boathouse. The nearest neighbors were about a half mile away. The town was on the other side of the vast lake and it was about a forty-minute drive, twenty minutes by boat, away. It was a quiet and serene place, perfect for relaxing.Brody arrived at the cabin in the early afternoon; he had wanted to get settled in before a storm that was forecasted began to move in. He made sure that the pantry and refrigerator were stocked before unpacking his suitcase. Once everything was in place, Brody went for a walk down to the boathouse. The crisp air was refreshing to Brody’s fragile spirit. The clouds were darkening, and small drops of rain started to fall as Brody made his way back up from the boathouse. The small drops turned into a downpour after Brody made it back inside.Brody set to work making dinner: a hearty chicken noodle soup. Once all the ingredients were added to the pot, he sat down in the living room and turned on the TV. When the soup was ready, he pulled up a stool to the kitchen island and enjoyed his meal there. As he ate, he read the pamphlet the owners of the cabin left for their guests.“Welcome to the Mullins House. This home has been in our family since the cabin was built more than one hundred years ago! Great-great-grandfather Mullins purchased the property in 1899 with the fortune that he earned during the gold rush in this area (from the 1870s through the 1910s). The cabin itself was built in 1905 and much if it still remains as part of the ground floor. The house has expanded and been modernized over the years. The upstairs was added in 1914, as the Mullins family grew. The 1950s saw the kitchen and dining room merge into an open-floor concept. Remodeling in the 1960s opened and expanded the living room to give the space more natural light; this is when the Sex hikayeleri deck and original hot tub were added. The 1990s saw the master bedroom expand into the master suite, with a walk-in closet and grand bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub. More recent renovations in the 2000s and 2010s have seen the modernization of the electricity and plumbing. The hot tub on the deck was upgraded in 2015. The bathrooms and kitchen have new tiling and cabinets as of 2016. The whole house had new flooring put in just last year in 2022.”The pamphlet went on to talk about Great-great-grandfather Mullins and his family, including photos; it named the architect of the original cabin as Lloyd W. Franks. It even had advertisements for the contractors who did the more recent renovations from the last twenty years. It was very informative and interesting. It gave a brief history of each room; it turns out that the downstairs library-office space was once Granny Mullins’ bedroom.Brody got himself ready for bed. The storm outside was getting stronger and louder. Brody figured it was best to ride out the storm from the comfort of his master suite. He went downstairs to get a glass of water when he heard a knock. He assumed it was the wind and thought nothing of it. The knock became stronger. He walked over to the front door and listened; the knocking was coming from the other side of the door. He crept closer and heard something he did not expect.“Help me!” said a voice from the other side of the door.Brody leaped back in fright.“Please let me in!” said the voice; it was faint, but Brody could tell it was feminine.Brody opened the door, a beautiful woman dressed in all white was standing on the doorstep soaking wet. She had pale, porcelain skin, long sandy brown hair, crystal blue eyes, full pink lips, and a sensuous curvy body. She looked familiar, but Brody couldn’t place her.“Oh! Um! Come in, come in,” said Brody, moving his body out of the way. “Are you okay?”“I’m much better now,” the woman said.“Let’s get you warmed up.”Brody led the woman to the fireplace and turned on the gas-fueled flames.“Oh, that feels so good,” the woman Sikiş hikayeleri said. She placed her hands near the fire.“I’ll find you something dry to wear,” said Brody.He dashed upstairs and into one of the unoccupied bedrooms. He found two bathrobes in the closet, but nothing else. He took one of the bathrobes and returned to the living room. The woman was still warming herself by the fire.“Sorry, miss,” Brody said. “This robe is all I could find.”“That’s alright,” she shivered as she accepted the robe. “It’s certainly better than nothing.”“I’ll show you to the bathroom so you can change. Feel free to take a warm shower; the owners left out some toiletries you can use. I can wash and dry your wet clothes when you’re done.”Brody led the mystery woman to the bathroom. He was curious about the woman, but he thought it was best to question her after she warmed up.“Thank you so much for your hospitality,” said the woman.She went into the bathroom and closed and locked the door. Brody heard the shower turn on and he went back to the living room. He had so many questions: who was this woman? Where did she come from? Why was she out in the storm? How come she looks so familiar?It was too dangerous to send her back out or to drive her anywhere. He figured he can let her sleep in one of the unused bedrooms. He went into the kitchen and started boiling water; he wanted to offer her a warm beverage. He then went upstairs into the hall closet to find extra blankets for the woman, and placed them on the bed in the spare room. He went back downstairs to check on the kettle. Brody was a little startled to find the woman dressed in the bathrobe in the kitchen.“Oh! Uh, hi,” he said. “I was making you a warm beverage. I have tea, hot cocoa, coffee– it might be a little late for coffee–, uh, something else?”“I’ll have tea,” said the woman.“What flavor?” Brody asked. “I have chamomile, lavender, peppermint, lemon, and ginger.”“That’s quite an assortment of tea. I’ll take a chamomile.”“Excellent choice.”Brody fixed the woman some tea, and made himself a cup.“Thank you, Mister–?” the woman started.“Brody, my name is Brody.”“I’m Erotik hikaye Almira.”“Nice to meet you Almira.”“Nice to meet you, too, Brody.”They shook hands. Brody couldn’t help but feel as though he had seen this woman before. Why did the name Almira ring a bell? He didn’t know anyone by that name.“Almira, may I ask how you came to this cabin, in this storm?”“I was driving home. I live about a mile up the road, and my car got a flat. I couldn’t get phone service out there and the rain was coming down so hard; I went to the closest house I could find.”“I have a spare room you can sleep in tonight, then we can get your tire fixed in the morning.”“I’m not imposing on you?”“No, I’m glad to be of service to you.”“Thank you, Brody.” Almira settled in upstairs, and Brody took her damp clothes to the laundry room and washed them. He then went back to the master suite. He turned off the lights and got into bed. He tried to read an eBook on his phone, but he couldn’t stop thinking of the beautiful woman in the next room. Her curvy, voluptuous body aroused him; how warm would it feel against his. He thought of her full lips, how he wanted to kiss them. He imagined her soft, brown hair; he wished he could run his fingers through it. His thoughts turned into dreams as he fell asleep.Brody wasn’t sure how long he had been sleeping when he woke to the sound of the bedroom door opening. Almira walked in, wearing nothing but a smile. She closed the door softly before she tip-toed over to Brody’s bed. Her body appeared to be glowing in the moonlight. She slid into the bed next to Brody. He turned to look at her and she kissed him on the lips. Perhaps Brody was still asleep; surely this must be a dream, a very pleasant dream.Almira’s kisses grew intense with need. She placed her left hand around his head; her right hand massaged his chest, then his stomach, then down to his growing bulge. Brody sat up and took off his shirt. Almira pushed him back gently, still massaging his bulge. Brody pulled her closer, kissing her neck, grabbing her breast. Almira moved herself up on Brody until her breasts were at his mouth. He took turns kissing and sucking both of them. She moved herself up on Brody again, until her thick thighs were straddling his face. She rocked her hips as his tongue glided along her slit. He sucked on her clit and made circles with his tongue; Almira came hard in his mouth.

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