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Danielle’s Depravity Ch. 01

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Inspired by a story I read LONG ago, and decided to try and elaborate upon with some continuing erotic adventures. Dedicated with many thanks to the authors I have read, and the people of past & present (equally lovable and depraved) who have inspired me richly and critiqued me…x

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When Danielle moved out to Los Angeles, she was more than a bit dazed at the various differences her new city wore on its sleeve, and the way it did so quite unashamedly, brazenly, like one of its very own blockbuster movies.

This was light years from the life she had left behind her in Trenton, something Danielle frequently wondered at (and very happily so). This was a fantasy city, a melting pot, a twenty-four hour a day non-stop carnival whose characters lived up to all the cliches of shallowness she had heard of the place, and was what had drawn her. All the obsessed, those seeking fame, illusion, beauty, and the wantonness of that beauty, plastic tits, tans, paparazzi, Paris Hilton, celebrities, faux celebrities and more.

She had left several troubles behind her back east, and was learning that the lifestyle out here was very new, how the climate was a wonderful change and the people were a whole lot more diverse…

Danielle had blown a lot of her precious staring money on renting the smallest apartment in a typical L.A. complex: a building Spanish in style with three stories and balconies all clustered around a pool. The rent for her very small place was sucking most of her money, but she thought the pool was the very lap of luxury, not having had anything similar in Jersey. All in all, she was basically happy, if more just glad to be away from her previous life, even though there were certain old fiends she missed a lot.

Whilst she was slowly starting to get to know some people at her work, the pressure of the job and aloof nature of lots of people she encountered meant that Dani still felt quite alone in her new setting, knowing the stereotypes about L.A.’s potential loneliness trap. Given the disasterous relationship she had left behind, Dani was still feeling her way back into any kind of sex life to, and she had not had any partners since she had made her move west.

Dani had landed a job as a waitress in a chic West Hollywood restaurant, and whilst it was damn hard work by night, with late finishes and busy shifts, she often got the days to do what she liked with. With not a lot of disposable income, she spent a lot of time sunbathing. She still couldn’t get over the fact that the glorious weather seemed to offer her body constant rays, and her apartment block with its facilities was the perfect location to indulge in that cheap little luxury of her’s. Most of the people in her building were at work when she was off and so Dani usually had the pool area to enjoy all to herself.

One day in the second month after she had moved in, Danielle was soaking up the sun as she lay on her stomach, with her bikini top untied to avoid that tell-tale line in her bronzing. The bikini set was her stand-out favourite item, a sleek black Dolce & Gabanna number and she could always remember exactly how excited she’d been the day she had care-free splurged her cash and bought it. It fitted her delightfully, and each time she wore it now, she loved to admit to herself that she felt like a goddess in it.

As Dani lay there that day, her thoughts drifting as she absorbed the warmth, she presently heard the unmistakable click of high-heeled footfalls stepping sharply along the paved pool side and coming toward her. Idley, she turned her head to see a pair of legs standing actually very close to her.

From her low, prone position, Dani found herself staring at a pair of woman’s shins and feet which were very tanned, and were in a pair of obviously expensive high-heeled sandals that looked very fashionable, and had a wonderfully graceful towering heel that must have been 5 inches high.

Her eyes travelled up from this view, and as they did so, she took in the longest and most shapely pair of legs she had ever seen, legs that finally ended in a tiny white string-bikini bottom that was wrapped briefly and tightly over her crotch. This woman was tan, real tan, not her New Jersey wanna-be and she had the flawless body of a model.

“Hello. You must be new here,” the woman said after she had seemingly given Dani a couple of moments to study her. “I’m Bethany. Welcome.”

Danielle still couldn’t make out the woman’s upper half, or any of her face as she squinted upward, since the stranger seemed to be deliberately standing right in the sun, her shadow falling over Dani’s prone form.

“Um, thanks. I’ve been here for a couple of months now,” Danielle replied to the figure in front of her, screwing up her eyes as she reached for her oversize black plastic sunglasses that were on the floor next to her discarded paperback.

“Have you been away?”, Dani asked her, as she slipped the glasses on.

Just as the woman took a form before her tinted eyes, Dani watched her then move gracefully to perch bayan esmer escort bursa herself down on the very edge of the lounger that was next to her own.

Aware that she was clearly following the woman’s lead, Dani knew that she could remove her sunglasses now, and as Dani slowly pushed them up onto her forehead, she actually almost gasped a little. The woman there before her was fantastically beautiful, so much so that it physically struck Dani.

Now she was sat down, Dani could finally get a look at this “Bethany”. Up from her lovely thin legs, the woman’s stomach was flat, with perfect toning, and above her flawless abdomen was her hard-to-miss chest. Dani felt a slight pang of envy given that this new girl’s breasts were quite bigger than her own, and also looked quite absolutely perfect in their full shape. Every bit of the wonderful appearance of these heavy breasts was quite apparent because the tiny white triangles of her matching bikini top barely covered her ample globes.

The woman was a honey blonde and her hair looked very sexy cut short-ish on her in a kind of bob that had bangs swinging down at the front to just below her jaw. The way she sat on the edge of the sun-lounger with her back straight, chest pushed out and neck swiveled to face Dani side-on made her look statuesque, and everything about her said maturity. Danielle realised she was feeling just a little embarassed in the woman’s presence, even though Dani reckoned the woman must be close to her age, probably only two or three years more than her 25.

Bethany, who had pushed her own large, black sunglasses back onto the top of her head, showing off the Dior name quite evident down their thick arm as she did so, then produced some suntan oil and began rubbing it on her own arms and shoulders.

“Yes, I have been away for a little while. In Europe. I was….busy,” she explained vaguely, a slightly far-away look coming over her face as she seemed to think back to it. Dani didn’t feel like rudely prying.

“I love your bikini. Dolce right?” the Bethany woman added.

“Thank you, it is,” replied Dani happily, wriggling a bit on her front still as she remembered uncomfortably that her top was untied. “You have an eye for fashion I see. I adore those shoes, and your costume is wonderful too, it really shows you off.”

“It’s a Chanel number. I love the classics,” Bethany offered by way of a matter-of-fact explanation. “Would you like some of this oil? I actually just got it on my last trip to France,” she said as she held the bottle out, and stared quite fixedly, but with a curiously blank expression at Dani.

Like her shoes, and glacier-white costume the lotion looked expensive, and from the way the woman carried herself, Danielle got the impression that this Bethany must be wealthy.

Danielle knew herself well enough to detect how excited she was by Bethany’s beauty and her sudden arrival, and how she was already sure she wanted to know more about this woman, and possibly sleep with her. Dani admitted to herself that she was more than a little enthralled by the woman’s mysterious, yet snooty attitude too, one that suggested she always knew exactly what she wanted. It was clear that at this very moment Bethany wanted to coat her, a total stranger, in sun cream, and Danielle knew she was being asked a very direct question.

Dani felt her heart happily race a little faster as she took the bold step of smiling and thanking the woman before she got herself comfortable on her front again, very happy to invite the beautiful Bethany to perform a courting ritual. Bethany smiled at her in turn which seemed to express so much understanding, and the blonde then rose quite gracefully off her lounger and knelt down next to Dani who felt as a few luxurious, fresh drops splashed onto her back.

“You’ll like this.” Dani heard Bethany say very softly and very close to her ear, the insistency enough to show that Bethany seemed pretty certain about this fact. Dani’s response was to close her eyes…

As Bethany spread the oil over her supple back, Danielle found herself enjoying this stranger touching her. As a fairly liberal sensualist, Dani accepted all sorts of attentions in order to feel good, and returned them too. With both genders of course, but not people she had only just laid eyes on and didn’t know from Adam (or Eve). Bethany’s constant ministrations were making Dani think that she didn’t need to know a lot else.

She felt as Bethany’s hand gently kneaded her smooth, tight sun-warmed flesh and spread the slick liquid over her. Occasionally Danielle would detect as Bethany dipped her hands down the sides of her ribs, just to get some lotion onto her front. Each time, Beth’s fingers would actually touch the sides of Dani’s breasts and linger just a little longer than strictly necessary. This attention caused Danielle’s nipples to harden at the caresses and she felt as she started to dew a little deep in her crotch as every touch had become electric for her now.

Bethany bursa ucuz eskort poured out more oil and then suddenly, swiftly, she went way down Danielle’s spine, right the way to the top of her bikini bottoms.

“You have a quite lovely ass.” Bethany announced like it was the most natural observation ever, saying it as she began going a little under Dani’s suit with her fingers.

“Don’t worry. This stuff won’t stain. Or, we can always take your bottom off if you’re afraid…”

Feeling afraid was the last of Danielle’s emotions. The woman’s hand had become more insistent and the heat of the sun together with the talented rubbing was generating sheer pleasure in her crotch and brain.

“That’s okaaaay. Mmmmm, just keep touching me the way you are. ” Dani murmured gently.

She could now unmistakably feel Bethany’s middle finger under her bikin and rubbing gently in her ass crack. By now, there was no pretence of this being just a friendly oiling. Danielle’s pussy was dripping with juice inside her bikini briefs, and she was breathing hard. The finger in her crack went lower and deeper as it seemed to be egged on by the signs of Dani’s arousal.

Finally Dani felt the digit worm in to make contact with her asshole and she wriggled as Bethany teased her little ridge there before snatching her finger away just as quickly as it had arrived. Dani moaned out loud at this touch. And that was it.

“Maybe we should go inside and finish this?” Bethany then whispered to her.

“Oh, GOD. I do believe you’re right.” Dani heard herself reply in a husky voice that was crammed with lust.

Bethany then quickly tied the top of Danielle’s bikini for her, pulling the strings so tight that it dug into her breasts, but this briefly cruel act only aroused Dani further still. She hurriedly gathered up her belongings into her bag.

Then Danielle had to ask her the timeless question: “Your place or mine?”, flashing Bethany another searing look as she did so.

“Let’s go to mine,” Beth replied quietly, gazing hard back at her, “It’s probably better…equipped.”

This was the first time Beth had seen Danielle standing up and her eyes could now travel hungrily all over her stunning body, taking in her flawless skin, tight behind and wonderfully bountiful breasts with an appreciative look.

Bethany said that her apartment was on the top floor and as she went ahead, quite deliberately Dani suspected, Dani followed her up the stairs. All the while, her eyes were drawn to her new playmate’s ass. It was absolutely perfect in its shape, movement and appeal, perched up high as it hovered right in front of Dani on the climb up the stairs. The cheeks were so round and firm, and all in that lovely all-over bronzed colour of her skin. Dani could see little blonde downy hairs covering the backs of her thighs and she excitedly knew that she would get to stroke them before this hot afternoon was going to be over.

When they got to her door Bethany suddenly turned and said, “You don’t have to come in, you know….” leaving the sentence hanging perfectly.

“I want to.” Danielle answered without hesitation, and she saw yet another very sexy kind of look spread across Bethany’s face. Something incredibly powerful was drawing Dani to her, and she knew she just had to see where it was all going.

They got into the apartment and Bethany carelessly threw her own stuff on a beautiful hardwood table near the door.

Luxury, refinement and once again expense was written all over the flat, and Dani knew her rooms had a lot to be desired compared to this, guessing this apartment was actually two of the block’s condos converted into one.

“What’s your name?” the beautiful blonde said to her suddenly. The question startled Dani since she realised she hadn’t actually mentioned it before.

“Danielle,” she said, leaving her mouth open on the final vowel so Bethany could see her tongue and the little drop of spit that Dani had carefully made sure was there.

Bethany stared long into Danielle’s eyes, holding them with her own deep, piercing, glare and then she stepped forwards so there was finally nothing betwen them any more. Putting her hands on her shoulders she pulled Dani close to her and kissed her.

Her tongue went straight into Dani’s open mouth and swirled around in there like a whirlpool. Her kiss was hot and wet as she urgently explored every inch of Dani’s mouth, running her tongue between the girl’s cheeks and gums, showing her desire. After taking the initial oral onslaught, Dani recovered to kiss back like a banshee herself, thrusting her neck into it and then using her hands to hold Beth passionately round her jaw as their bodies pressed together so they were wrapped by each other’s bodies and could detect the other’s racing heartbeat.

They stood there locked like that for minutes as their tongues battled away furiously and deliciously. The two girls’ bathing suits exposed a lot of flesh and they rubbed their smooth legs, bursa anal yapan escort flat stomachs, toned arms and magical breasts against each other’s, unable to get enough of touching their mutually fabulous bodies together.

Bethany then reached behind Dani and undid the strings of her top. Her breasts, now with nipples of marble, fell out of the flimsy cloth as Beth then tossed the bikini to one side.

“Hey, that’s my best top!” complained Danielle.

“Oh, baby,” whispered Beth as she rubbed the palms of her hands over Dani’s orbs, showing an experienced touch as she did so, “I’ll buy you one hundred of those. Uuuuummmmmm.”.

The sensations went right to Dani’s pussy when Beth said that and touched her in her rampant way, and she felt the way she was sopping wet deep in her vee, the place which was fast becoming the centre of her universe. Dani wondered if the woman turning her on like nothing before could actually smell her keen arousal.

Bethany’s handwork on her tits became stronger and rougher, kneading them and pulling them, then pushing them together in her hands. At one point Bethany had Dani’s nipples touching and she bent over and sucked them both into her talented mouth, gazing up at Dani with big eyes as she did so. Up to now Beth had been the aggressor, but this act drove Dani crazy and she suddenly needed some of her new partner, and quickly.

Dani reached around Beth’s back in turn and peeled her top, finally revealing her breasts which were somewhat larger than her own. Working on Beth’s wonderful chest, Dani reciprocated the nipple sucks, using her tongue to wiggle the blonde’s pointy tips as she squeezed them gently between her teeth. This worked wonders on Bethany, according to the moans she was making. Under her breath Dani could hear her desperately pleading “SUCKKK” and so that’s just what she did, causing Beth to groan louder still.

Dropping to her knees in front of her conquest, Bethany then began licking Dani’s toned and muscled stomach. With her hands she started to inch Dani’s bikini bottoms down, covering each newly exposed area with rippling tongue-tip kisses. Dani knew that tongue would get to her pussy soon, so she was surprised when Bethany turned her around and began licking at her ass crack. The bikini still covered the bottom part of Danielle’s pert cheeks, and she felt as Bethany pulled the rest of the cloth below her butt using only her teeth. Her tongue then made long uninhibited strokes up Dani”s crack, almost, but never quite touching her asshole.

When this was about to get too unbearable, Beth snatched Dani’s bikini bottom to the floor and helped her step out of it.

“Lean forward on the table. Rest your hands on it so I can get your ass apart, darling.” Beth told her, breathing urgent.

Dani quickly did what Bethany instructed her, figuring her asshole was in for a good time. She wasn’t disappointed.

As she spread Dani’s nubile cheeks with her hand, Bethany’s tongue swiftly made contact right on top of Dani’s anal ridge, the naughty little volcano that she shit from and which made her feel so good.

Next thing, Danielle felt her behind being further apart by one of Dani’s hands, and shockingly but not unexpectedly as a slick finger darted right inside her butt. She gasped appreciatively, and then felt as this expert finger probed her, before it then hooked round and pulled on her ring muscle, working it with tugs. Only a few moments later, she then detected the glorious sensation of Bethany’s warm, wet tongue as it burrowed inside her tight hole as well, and then when her girl-lover’s nose press keenly in her groove! It was incredible.

The many little ass touches Beth had given her before had clearly been hints that Bethany would not be neglecting her backdoor, but they were nothing compared to this full lingual anal assault. Beth treated her soft insides to deep, longing swirls with her tongue and then she switched to practically machine-gunning her talented tongue inside Dani’s asshole, moving it as fast as the most angry vibrator. It all felt simply divine to Danielle who still couldn’t believe that the first act she had received from this gorgeous Bethany was to have her rectum invaded orally, dined on. ‘What drove this

incredible woman?’ she wondered to herself as she surrendered to the vivid thrills that began to overwhelm her.

When her face was far enough up Dani’s butt that it wasn’t about to come out, Bethany let go of the girl’s ass cheeks and reached round to start caressing Dani’s pussy with her hands, tickling her on either side of her finely trimmed bush. Her moistened fingertips then trailed purposefully down, slowly moving on to Dani’s swollen pussy which ached for the attention that was still being lavished on her anus.

Along with that naughty joy that Dani felt building deep in her rear, Bethany was soon driving her crazy with her tremendous pussy skills as well and Danielle gladly surrendered to the rising pleasure tide. The dual stimulation she was receiveing was the most intense she had ever undergone, all the wild factors of the surprise occasion serving to increase her pleasure and stretch her body’s lust-nerves. With one hand Bethany held open Dani’s soft pussy lips, whilst with the other she beat a tattoo of friction on her acutely sensitised clit, her talented manipulation aided by the flowing juices.

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All in the Family Ch. 02

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Some time had elapsed since I had the opportunity to witness something exciting. It was perhaps my endless patience that finally paid off almost 5 weeks after I had hoped something would happen in my brother’s room that will teach me a thing or two in the fine art of seduction perfected by my maestro brother.

I am Salim and this story mainly revolves around the sexcapades of my elder brother (older by about 5 years) Ijaz.

Ours is a dilapidated building in old Township of Meerut. I and my brother Ijaz had a common connecting door. We never used it. There was a wooden Almirah in my room, which was used to block that door. There was another door which I used to enter or leave my room. It lead to a common passage in our house. The blocked door had seen better days. It needed replacement for a long time. It had cracks and if lights are on in the other room and if you were sitting in dark, I could clearly see what was going on in my brother’s room. I used that door many times exactly for that purpose by sliding the cupboard a little making some space for me to peek into my brother’s room.

Through this cracked door of education, I learnt my first lessons in sex, when I saw my brother Ijaz seducing girls and women young and old. It would be more appropriate to say that the girls and women were eager to get seduced by my handsome, charming and strongly built brother with prolific man power (for the satisfaction of the opposite sex).

I saw Ijaz tempting his own elder Bhabhi (elder brother’s wife) Shazia. Not that she needed too much tempting. She was sex starved, wanted attention and was therefore an easy prey. The next was our young voluptuous maid, who also did not require too much tempting. The third one was a neighbour girl Mumtaz, who needed a bit of coaxing as well as pseudo sympathy, guidance, a dose of brotherly love and a tinge of titillation. She was the first one I know, who fell for my brother; although she was conservative and not easily seducible.

Ijaz spun a web of hallucinating fibres in the form of logical arguments to trap gullible but very beautiful Mumtaz. Mumtaz convinced herself that Ijaz had no intention to exploit her or harm her; rather, she thought that Ijaz obliged her by imparting sex education to her; which she could not get from anyone including her parents. In the first part of this story you read how Mumtaz had her first sexual encounter with my brother Ijaz. She experienced a series of unprecedented, titillating and sensuous waves reverberating in her fast throbbing heart. The desire to relive that intoxicating and exhilarating experience forced her think of Ijaz constantly. She was looking for some, any excuse to get some intimate time with Ijaz again.

Somewhere in a far remote corner of her mind, Ijaz’s logic did not make much sense. However, she was so overwhelmed by Ijaz’s manliness and smell of his manhood in her first encounter with him that she did not even acknowledge it. She emphatically rejected the thought that she was doing something wrong. What she felt in the presence of Ijaz, she had never felt before. She felt captured by some mesmerizing and hallucinating effect through his touch, his speech and what he did to her or what he made her do to him.

After Mumtaz touched and caressed my brother’s engorged cock, she experienced unprecedented emotions; feelings that never surfaced in her mind and heart before. She felt herself changed bodily in one day. She felt that she had grown up to be woman. She had seen children’s penises and had touched them whilst bathing her younger brothers. She never felt like that before. Of course, she knew her body was different from males. However, she did not know or understand the difference in physics or chemistry between two sexes. She wanted more and more of that hallucinating experience she had the other day. She argued to herself that she had to learn more from him as soon as she had the opportunity to be alone with him.

Quite some time passed since Mumtaz was last with Ijaz. In between Mumtaz had to leave to her mother’s place somewhere in the country side. She returned when her college opened after summer holidays. .

In public, Ijaz always maintained respectable distance between him and Mumtaz. He had to devise a plan again to be able to have her alone with him and Mumtaz unknowingly (or perhaps knowingly) gave him the opportunity. Her parents had to be away to their native place for a social engagement. She pleaded to her parents that she could not go with them as her classes were on and she could not be absent. Her parents let Mumtaz remain home with her younger brother and asked Ijaz to look after them in their absence.

Ijaz gladly accepted the responsibility. It gave him an excuse to be with Mumtaz. He saw this as a wonderful opportunity to work further on the girl of his dreams. However, Ijaz was a cool guy. He worked to a plan. The next day Mumtaz was on her way to her college. Ijaz was at the bus stop when Mumtaz walked bursa eve gelen eskort bayan in. After usual hello and hi, she stood there hoping for Ijaz to take some initiative. Ijaz asked her about where her brother was. Mumtaz did not hesitate to come close to Ijaz and replied that her brother was quite happy to stay alone in the house and studied his lessons.

Ijaaz asked her when she could come to his house, Mumtaz blushed and blurted out that she wanted to come to him for guidance on some questions she could not solve, in her studies. She however hesitated for she did not want to disturb him. From Mumtaz’s half enthusiastic response, Ijaz easily guessed that she was willing but hesitant. Ijaz asked Mumtaz to come his room the next afternoon, when all would be away.

I was damned lucky to be in my room when Mumtaz entered Ijaz’s room. I carefully shifted the furniture to get a perfect view of my brother’s room from a vantage point, which I had painstakingly prepared by drilling a hole such that it gave me cinema scope view of my brother’s room. I could sit comfortably on a high stool in my room and watch the show without having to stand, bend or kneel on my knees.

Mumtaz had some books and as soon as she entered, she opened her books and started to ask some questions that she was unable to understand. Ijaz was good in studies and his answers seemed to satisfy Mumtaz. They must have spent half an hour in this exercise. After she was finished, she should have got up to leave. She sat awkwardly on the sofa instead, waiting for Ijaz to say something. The stalemate continued for a while as neither Mumtaz nor my brother took initiative. I could clearly feel sexual heat in the environment. Each expected the other to take the initiative.

After a while Mumtaz got up to leave. Ijaz asked her if she would like tea. Mumtaz promptly replied that she would. She told Ijaz that she would make tea for both of them. Mumtaz walked into the corner towards a small pantry with a gas stove to heat food stuff and make tea, coffee etc. She said that she did not know where all the stuff like tea leaves, sugar etc. were located. This was a signal for Ijaz to follow her.

The pantry was small and could barely accommodate two persons. Ijaz and Mumtaz were presed against each other. Ijaz showed where the bottles of tea and sugar etc were kept. Mumtaz stretched to reach them. The shelf was a bit higher than she could reach. I was seeing their backs from my position. Suddenly Ijaz reached from behind Mumtaz and lifted her up inserting his hands inside her armpits. In the process he poked his hard cock onto her well shaped behind and touched the periphery of her breasts.

The poor young girl was overwhelmed by intimate physical touch of Ijaz’s body. She felt poking of his cock on her ass. Without reacting, she hurriedly reached and collected tea and sugar bottles. When Ijaz brought her down, she turned slightly to face Ijaz and looked into his eyes like a goat looks into the eyes of a tiger, when it gets trapped into Tiger’s paws. I could not see her eyes clearly but could well imagine how she must have mated her eyes with Ijaz’s for those few moments.

Mumtaz turned and hurriedly began making tea; as Ijaz withdrew and walked back to the sitting room. There was complete silence in the room. The situation was tense and filled with sexual nervousness. As Mumtaz returned with the tea pot, her trembling hands made chinaware shake, making a clinking sound. Her face clearly revealed her state of mind.

She sat nervously opposite Ijaz and with shaking hands she poured tea into two cups. She raised the cup with a saucer and offered it to Ijaz with shaking hand. As Ijaz was about to take the cup, the cup slipped from Mumtaz’s hands. She dropped the cup full of hot tea. The cup fell right onto her shoulder and dropped onto the floor, shattered into pieces. She cried out loud in pain caused by sizzling hot tea flowing down her chest, knees and legs.

Without giving a second thought, Ijaz lifted Mumtaz in his strong arms and rushed her to the washroom. He began throwing cold water on her dress and body. Mumtaz was wearing a loose flowing skirt and a loose thin cotton shirt. Hot tea had fallen on her chest. She was trying to pull her blouse away from her skin. Ijaz saw this. He lifted a bucket full of water and poured it all on top of Mumtaz’s head.

Water poured by Ijaz drenched Mumtaz completely. Water flowed down her shoulders soaking her dress. Ijaz’s quick action saved any skin damage to Mumtaz. She was a lot more comfortable and perhaps grateful to Ijaz for his quick action. She stood drenched completely in the bathroom feeling a lot relieved from the hot liquid scorching her skin. She stopped crying. She had however, another problem to deal with. She looked almost completely naked with the clothing stuck on her skin and unable to hide her body. She had chosen fine thin cloth dress to wear bursa eskort bayanlar that day and the cloth snugly stuck to her skin exposing her fully.

Ijaz bent down and lifted her skirt right up to her thighs to check if she had any burns on her legs. Mumtaz was too dazed to react.

I could see her two breasts, which prominently stood out with the cloth sticking on her skin and making them clearly visible. I could even see her areolas and erect nipples from where I was. Area between her thighs was visible. She stood shaking with cold trying to regain her composure. Obviously she must have made a mind blowing spectacle for my brother, who was right there with her.

Mumtaz noticed Ijaz eyeing her breasts, her thighs and her entire body lustily. She tried to cover her breasts with her arms, to prevent Ijaz from seeing them. She was standing awkwardly in front of Ijaz looking almost naked. My brother was master in the art of seduction. He knew how to play his cards. He did not try to take advantage of his position. Instead, Ijaz quickly rushed to his wardrobe and extracted a large towel. He quickly wrapped it around her and walked out of the washroom to let the dazed and embarrassed girl dry and change alone. As Ijaz walked out, he closed the washroom door behind him.

I could guess that that gesture must have boosted up Ijaz’s rating in Mumtaz’s eyes. She saw him as a saviour from hot burns and then a chivalrous man who did not take advantage of her when she was vulnerable.

After a few minutes, Mumtaz emerged from the washroom. She had discarded all her clothing in the washroom and was in Ijaz’s rather large towel; which covered her body fully. She had tied the towel well above her chest. However, she looked sexier in the towel than before. I knew she had nothing underneath. I also knew that she was far more vulnerable in a towel than when she was fully drenched with her clothes on. As she entered back into the room, the naïve girl smiled at Ijaz, probably conveying her thanks for his care.

Ijaz asked if she was feeling better; to which she said she was. The she lifted her one leg a little and scratched the other leg with her toe. Ijaz promptly noticed that. He said, “Mumtaz please sit down. Perhaps you have a slight burn there on your skin. Let me check there and if required apply some antiseptic cream.” Mumtaz sat on the bed obediently.

Ijaz sat down on the floor and lifted her towel a wee bit to check her skin above her ankles. I knew that if he had lifted the towel a bit more, he could have seen quite a lot of her. However, he quickly replaced the towel, got up and said, “I see some red spots there. It would be better if I applied some anti-septic lotion.” Without waiting for her reply, Ijaz went to his table and extracted antiseptic lotion bottle from one of the drawers and returned quickly.

He went back to his position on the floor and lifted Mumtaz’s towel a little bit higher than before to apply the anti-septic lotion on her legs. He extracted a generous portion of the cream and pasted it on his fingers and in his palms. He then began applying it on and above her ankles massaging her legs with his fingers gently and lovingly. I saw Mumtaz enjoying Ijaz’s touch with her eyes closed. Since Ijaz was only massaging her toes and ankles she did not feel alarmed.

This was a golden opportunity for Ijaz and he knew exactly what he was doing. Ijaz then said, “Mumtaz this lotion would completely remove any trace of burns from your skin and heal your skin fully. Should I carry on?” I knew the bastard wanted to go up.

Poor girl probably did not have an idea of the sinister plan that was cooking in Ijaz’s mind (or did she?)” She opened her eyes a little, looked at Ijaz for a few seconds and closed them without saying anything. Ijaz knew he had her approval.

Ijaz inched his gentle and deliberately slow massage up to her calf muscle. He waited for her reaction. Mumtaz still had her eyes closed. She sat quiet without reacting to his touch on her calf muscle just below her knees. Ijaz continued his gentle massage as he inched up wards and applied ointment on her knees. He saw her silent consent to his moves. Ijaz next moved closer to the bed and took both her hanging legs in his lap with her toes touching his cock. Ijaz saw Mumtaz open her eyes but was quiet. He resumed applying ointment on her knees.

She closed her eyes again. Ijaz knew that she was enjoying his gentle massage. Ijaz asked her, “Are you feeling better?” Mumtaz again opened her eyes, nodded her head but said nothing.

That was the turning point for Ijaz. He knew that she was perhaps ready for the next session. He slowly opened her towel a bit higher and began massaging her skin above her knees. Her thighs were supple and smooth. Application of the ointment and massaging her muscle must have given a dizzy feeling to Mumtaz. I saw my brother then not just applying the ointment but massaging her görükle escort bayanlar thighs like a professional masseur. His massage was sending shivers down Mumtaz’s body.

As Ijaz inched upwards, Mumtaz began to squirm on the bed. She was experiencing sweet tingling feeling which made adrenalin in her veins rush at dizzying velocity. She was going through an unprecedented ecstasy as Ijaz massaged her thighs. Mumtaz knew he would soon reach her panties.

Mumtaz shuddered and got up with a jerk. She said mumbling half sentences, “Bhaiya, it is ok. I am feeling much better now. Thanks for your help.”

However, she realized that she could not leave Ijaz’s room because her dress was wet lying in the washroom in a bucket. She could not go out in the towel and Ijaz had no lady’s dress in his wardrobe. She felt helpless. She was caught in a dire situation.

Mumtaz was all wrapped in the towel. She had clutched the towel tightly in her hands and looked at Ijaz with that pitiful look. A look of a prey when it is about to be pounced upon by a powerful hunting animal and the prey knows that it has nowhere to run. She was visibly embarrassed at having to wear the towel and nothing underneath. The towel did cover her modesty; yet it opened up Ijaz’s (and mine too) imagination to unlimited heights. Mumtaz saw lusty looks in Ijaz’s eyes. Perhaps she did not understand the lust contained in Ijaz’s eyes, (although I doubted it) and asked Ijaz, “Bhaiya why are you looking at me like that?”

Words slipped out of Ijaz’s mouth, “Mumtaz, you are so beautiful.” This made Mumtaz blush profusely. She was quiet for a while digesting Ijaz’s compliments.

In her college her friends always kept talking about her beauty and cautioned her that “You are so beautiful that someday a man will come and sweep you off your feet and make you his.” At that time, she did not know what “Sweep you off your feet” meant. She now realized perhaps that the time had come. She felt that their forecast seemed to prove correct. Ijaz looked like the person to sweep her off her feet.

Ijaz had almost swept her feet. She was already feeling weak in her legs by the look on Ijaz’s face. He was staring at her hidden body. She did not know what to say. Ijaz kept looking at her questioningly seeking her response.

She dodged his look and stammered, “Bhaiya, don’t look at me like that. You are pulling my leg. I am not that beautiful.”

He said softly, “Mumtaz, you are beautiful and lovely. You deserve love. You deserve plenty of love. You need to experience what real love is like.” Mumtazz heard him with rapt attention. She was attentive, though she kept her eyes closed.

Ijaz moved close to Mumtaz, made her sit on bed with her legs hanging down and said in his soft voice, “As I told you, man has penis and a woman has a pussy. I have penis and you have pussy, right?”

Mumtaz nodded her head instinctively. Ijaz sat down again on the floor. He once again placed her legs in his lap. He then lifted her towel fairly high and began caressing her thighs affectionately. Mumtaz looked at Ijaz with awe at his matter of fact attitude. He had no shame or embarrassment and spoke like a wise man, “Just as a man’s penis oozes out fluids, when sexually excited, a girl’s pussy also oozes out fluids, when she is sexually excited. This fluid is also called ‘Love Juice’ Look your pussy has also started oozing out love juice so much that my hand is getting wet. Obviously, you are excited.”

Mumtaz could not bear the caresses of Ijaz’s hand so close to her point of ecstasy. She was half afraid and half hoping his hand would soon be on her shaved pussy mound.

I looked at Mumtaz’s face, she had closed her eyes and was perhaps, savouring the experience of Ijaz’s hands caressing her thighs. She badly wanted him to inch upwards and feel her pussy lips. She must have waxed her hair and trimmed her pubic hair in anticipation of something like this to happen, because Ijaz exclaimed, “Gosh, your legs are so smooth!”

Mumtaz had locked her eyes and her lips. It was obvious she was enjoying Ijaz caressing her thighs. Ijaz realized that she was waiting for him to touch her love hole. He slowly inched her hands upwards. He must have been onto Mumtaz’s pussy lips, for Mumtaz shuddered perceptibly. Sitting from some distance even I could see her shudder. However, she remained where she was. I heard an “Oomph…” escaping her lips. That was a good enough signal for my brother to go ahead.

I then knew for sure that Ijaz was gently spreading her pussy lips, because I saw Mumtaz trembling and grinding her hips on the bed in anticipation. I was not sure if Ijaz had already inserted his fingers into her pussy or not.

Mumtaz knew her pussy was liberally oozing out her love juices. The explosive sensation rang fierce bells and a loud “Ooh!” escaped from Mumtaz’s lips. She had never experienced such feelings. She considered it immoral to insert her own fingers inside her pussy. She was tempted to do it many times. However, she had never done it except at times grazing the periphery of her pussy lips and rubbing them to get a bit of that unknown sensation. Her experience with Ijaz was far more intense and explosive when Ijaz was about to handle that part of her, which remained forbidden to anyone including her own self.

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Dinner Party Mystery Ch. 02

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Dinner Party Mystery

A Girl Friday, Risk Versus Reward crossover story.

*

Author’s Note

This is chapter two, which should be a pretty good indication that you ought to read chapter one first.

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Chapter 2: A Broken Keyboard

Juliet

I was still humming the little melody that had lodged itself in my brain earlier this morning, as Charlotte and I rode the light rail into the city. C7 E7 G7 E7 B6 E7 G7 E7. At one point, I got rather obnoxious about it, hoping I could get Charlotte to join in, but she just sat there with her hands on her lap.

“What’s up, toots?” I said, eyes wide, and about two inches from her face.

Charlotte scrunched up her nose and grunted.

I laid my head on her shoulder. “Miss Charlotte.”

“Are you okay, darling?” she asked.

“I’m a little hopped up this morning, but yeah, I’m fine. And I’m chemical free if that’s what you’re hinting at.”

Charlotte moved her hand to my thigh and looked me in the eye. “You know we love you, don’t you? You’re not just a live-in sex toy.”

I grinned. “This morning? Is that what this is about?”

Charlotte nodded.

“I know you love me Miss Charlotte.” I covered her hand with mine. “And I know Miss Natasha loves me too. Just like I love both of you.”

Charlotte’s lips were still set in a tight line. Whatever it was that was bothering her, she wasn’t convinced that it was resolved.

“You don’t feel…” Charlotte’s nose scrunched up again. “I don’t know, used?”

“Hell yes.” I leaned in close to Charlotte’s ear and whispered, “Particularly with your hand all up in my lady bits. I feel fortunate that I can even sit down.”

“Would you be serious for one minute, please.”

I scooted over in the bench seat that we shared. Partly, I wanted to be closer to Charlotte to give her some reassurance in what I was about to say, and partly because what I had to say was no business of anyone else in the train car.

“Miss Charlotte,” I whispered, “when you and Miss Natasha have your way with me… Well, it’s quite relaxing. No, not relaxing, that’s the wrong word. Liberating. Liberating is the word.”

Charlotte’s lips were still pressed tight, but she did snuggle up to me, wrapping her hands around my arm, waiting for me to continue.

“You must know how it is too, Miss Charlotte,” I said, “but you probably don’t think anything of it. You’ve been with Miss Natasha so long that it’s just part of your life.”

Charlotte rested her chin on my shoulder and gazed into my eyes.

“Miss Natasha… she’s different than anyone I’ve ever been with. While you saw her tossing me on the kitchen counter like a rag doll, and riding my face while she… while she…” I lost my train of thought for a moment as I reviewed the events of this morning. I squirmed in my seat a little, probably leaving a wet spot for the next passenger.

“She takes me right up to the edge, Miss Charlotte. Right up to the edge and no further. And right about the point when I think I’m going to die, she makes me come like a fucking rocket. Do you know what that’s like? Of course you do.” I was pretty much talking to myself at this point. Charlotte still hadn’t said a word. It may have had something to do with the fact that I wasn’t really whispering anymore either, and that a few of our fellow passengers had taken an interest in our conversation. Fuck ’em.

“You met Miss Natasha early enough in your life that you were spared the rigors of dating, the one night stands, the selfish people that say they care, but really only care about themselves. Miss Natasha’s nothing like that. When it looks like she’s using me, fucking me into oblivion, that’s when I know how good you’ve got it. Because, she’s doing it for me, too. She’s taking me right up to the edge and no further. No further, Miss Charlotte. And I can trust her, that she’ll never take me beyond. So I can relax. And I can relax and be liberated.”

I closed my eyes and sighed.

Charlotte had moved her chin from my shoulder and was tapping at my thigh.

“What? Am I being too loud professing my love for your wife, Miss Charlotte? We should be shouting it from the rooftops. To hell what anybody else thinks.”

Charlotte kept tapping, more urgently now.

I looked her in the eye. “What? What’s wrong with—”

“Shh,” Charlotte hissed. “This is our stop.”

I chuckled briefly and then shot up from my seat to follow her briskly gorukle escort out the doors, the doors that had started chiming their intent to close, and onto the platform. From the corner of my eye, I saw few heads had turned to watch us go. Fuck ’em.

* * *

We opened the doors into the gloriousness that is the Saint Vincent DePaul thrift store. I was immediately transported back to my aunt Theresa’s attic—with the dusty smell of old clothes and even older books—and all the wonderful treasures my cousins and I found up there to play with.

As always, Charlotte was drawn, like a magnet, to the array of used musical instruments. And, as always, I tagged along.

“Do you know what this is?” Charlotte said, while practically fondling the keys of some dusty old keyboard.

I shook my head. “Maybe you should try dating before you start feeling it up like that.”

Charlotte turned and glared. “It’s a Hammond SK-1.”

“It’s a broken piece of shit.”

Charlotte’s glare narrowed. I could almost see the word ‘philistine’ forming on her lips. I had to suppress my grin.

“It’s a Hammond B3 in a portable, fifteen pound package,” she explained with glee.

“So?”

“So, it’s got that sound. That classic rock & soul sound of the original B3. James Brown. Booker T. and the MGs. Spencer Davis Group. Stop me when I get to something familiar.”

“It’s broken,” I said, tapping out this morning’s melody onto the keys. C7 E7 G7 E7 B6 E7 G7 E7. “See, no glorious B3 rock & soul extravaganza here, just dusty old plastic.”

Charlotte smacked me on the shoulder. “It needs to be hooked up to an outboard amp, smart ass. I’m going to find somebody that works here and see if I can plug it in.”

“While you’re wasting your time with that, I’m gonna cruise the vinyl. I’m still hoping that one day I’ll find an original pressing of The Rolling Stones’ Sticky Fingers. It’s got a working zipper on the cover so you can take a peek at Jagger’s junk, if you’re into that sort of thing. It got changed pretty soon after it came out. Apparently, nobody wanted to see ole Mick’s pito. I just want it for the collector’s—”

Charlotte had stopped paying attention and was looking at her phone. A split second later, my phone buzzed too.

N: Girls, remember that charity auction I bid on? I won! Dinner party tonight at our house. We’re having guests. Find something nice to wear while you’re out.

I looked at Charlotte, she looked at me. Without a word, we took each took the other’s hand and headed toward the racks of men’s suits.

* * *

“You look nice,” Charlotte said, as we stood toe to toe in the tiny fitting room. “There’s just something about a woman in a zoot suit.” She leaned in and ran her tongue over the side of my face, starting from the lower part of my jawbone and ending just below my ear. With my earlobe trapped in her teeth, she whispered, “It gets me slightly aroused.”

I shuddered. “Slightly?”

“Very aroused.” She clamped down a little harder after that.

“I’m digging your three-piece,” I said, “but it’s going to take me longer to get you out of it.”

“I can help.” Charlotte grinned.

And with that, we locked our lips together and began pawing at each other’s thrift shop finds. The jackets were easy to shed, but Charlotte’s vest took forever with all of it’s little buttons. As a result, I felt my pants hit the floor just as I popped the last one.

“No fair,” I complained as Charlotte cupped my underwear in her palm.

“That’s really not fair,” I said, as she started to rub, but I still scissored my legs to help her slide my panties down.

Charlotte spun me around until I was facing the wall and I thrust my hands out to avoid hitting it face first. She still had her pants on. “Hey that’s really not—”

My words were cut off as Charlotte stuffed my underwear between my teeth.

“You really are chatty today,” was all she said to justify it.

I said nothing, I was too busy with my palms on the wall trying not to fall forward. Charlotte ran her hands over my chest, stopping to hold my nipples between her fingers at one point, and give them a little tug while I moaned against the clingy cotton in my mouth.

“I know your pussy is probably worn out, darling.” Charlotte licked the back of my neck as she said this.

She then knelt down and licked the small of my back. I felt her hands leave my nipples next and then felt a moist finger up against my back door. Charlotte altıparmak eskort bayan must have been satisfied with my hygiene, because the next thing I felt was her tongue.

Charlotte held onto my hips, and I held onto the wall for dear life, as her tongue darted and probed my tight little opening. I moaned and ground me teeth against the underwear in my mouth. Charlotte was right though, I probably would have been very vocal about the attention she was giving my ass.

“Mmph.” I felt her finger again. This time instead of rubbing, it was pressing. I shivered and clenched as Charlotte pressed it home. Something was running down my inner thigh, either Charlotte’s saliva or my own juices. Come to think of it, it was probably both.

Charlotte had her finger buried now and was rubbing vigorously against that wall of flesh that separates the back door from the front door, and the front door was definitely feeling it.

‘Oh, baby,’ I tried to say. It came out more like, “Mmrr Mrrmrr.”

And then my arms betrayed me by quivering like jelly refusing to support my weight so that I was pressed with my face flat against the wall. My traitorous knees were next, and began knocking as I tried to stand. Charlotte took no notice of any of this.

‘Coming,’ I said, which came out as “MrrMrrph.”

While I shuddered and spasmed in that cramped little dressing room, I thought about all the things I wanted to do to Charlotte with my fingers and tongue. And when she finally released me, I manged to get her pants off and return the favor.

By the time we left Saint Vinny’s, we had two men’s suits in our hands and a pair of stupid grins plastered all over our faces. Oh, and we carted the broken keyboard home too. Though Charlotte insists that it lit up and did everything it was supposed to when the volunteer at the store let her plug it in.

* * *

When we arrived home, suits slung over our shoulders and Charlotte’s keyboard under her arm, a large cargo van was parked in the drive with Chowdury’s Cakes and Catering stenciled across the sides and back. A rather buxom looking woman, in a chef’s coat and coordinating pants, smiled and waved to us before opening up the rear doors. With her olive complexion and shiny, jet black hair set off against a white coat, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was her name plastered across the van.

She and two young women, young enough to pass for her daughters if only they shared her features, were bustling back and forth carrying things through the front door. Juliet and I just looked at each other and shrugged.

We stepped through the back door and Mistress kissed us both. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat. “The dinner party,” was all she offered in way of a greeting.

The buxom woman entered next and hugged Miss Natasha to her chest. I swear Miss Natasha’s eyes had gained a little extra sparkle after the experience.

“Charlotte, Juliet,” Miss Natasha said. “I’d like you to meet Vishranti Chowdhury. She’s a friend of a friend, you might say.”

I thought I heard Miss Natasha continuing on about a very old and dear friend who introduced them, but I’m not sure, because Charlotte and I were currently having our faces rather enthusiastically smooshed into the glorious bosom that was constrained inside Miss Vishranti Chowdury’s chef’s coat. I was on the verge of seeing stars, and also trying to figure out if this woman had just laid her hand on my ass when she finally released us.

“Good afternoon, ladies,” she said, with a delightful rolling of the R that made my ears tickle. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Juliet. And Miss Charlotte, it’s been too long.”

And with that, Vishranti Chowdhury, the handsy proprietor of Chowdhury’s Cakes and Catering, laid a kiss on Charlotte’s cheek and then mine, before rushing off to chastise her young assistants for some unseen infraction. Unseen by me at least. My eyes still held the afterimage of the woman’s chest.

“This is a fancy dinner party,” I said. Though what I really wanted to know is how the handsy chef knew Charlotte already and why I’d never been invited to one of her bosom smotherings until now.

“I should certainly hope so,” Miss Natasha said. “After the cash I dropped on that auction. Ah, but it was for a good cause. And, Miss Chowdhury is a top notch chef. I assure you, we will be eating high on the hog tonight.”

Another young assistant appeared, asking for directions to the dining room, and nilüfer eskort bayan we lost Miss Natasha as she took the girl in tow.

“What does that mean,” I asked.

“It’s an old expression. When pigs were roasted whole, the best cuts were toward the top, so high on the hog—”

“No, I mean the handsy Julia Child. She said, ‘it’s been too long,’ like she already knew you. I swear she did.”

Charlotte nodded. “I took some classes from her once.”

“I thought your grandma taught you everything you know in the kitchen. I didn’t know you had professional training. You’ve been holding out on me.”

“It was years ago, and it was part of the package. When I accepted the personal assistant job that led to me meeting Mistress, there were training classes.”

“Oh, that kind of classes.” I grinned. Charlotte had told me about that experience. Twelve hour days filled with everything from proper table setting, to expectations of personal grooming and posture, to sensual massage. All so she could be a more suitable match for some dominant client looking for a personal assistant ‘with benefits’.

Well, she got Miss Natasha, so I suppose it was all worth it. I sighed a little at that stroke of luck.

“We should probably stay out of their way,” Charlotte suggested.

I nodded and wandered off upstairs to find one of my old pulp detective novels. I thought it might be fun to study up and be in character with the suit I bought. Charlotte wandered downstairs to have some alone time with her new Hammond SK-1. Bella curled up with me, so it was okay.

* * *

“Damn it.” Charlotte’s voice echoed up the stairs, all the way from our little basement recording studio. Bella’s ears perked up.

I marked my page in my copy of The Maltese Falcon and set it down on the side table. I trotted downstairs to find Charlotte wearing a frown. “What’s the matter?”

“You were right, it’s broken.” Charlotte pressed a key.

I finally got to hear the soulful wavering tremolo of this classic organ sound she had been going on about all that time in the store. She then reached around to where the amp plugged into the back. At first I heard static, then nothing. With another wiggle, we were rocking again.

“You know the old joke, right?” I said. “I guy goes to the doctor. He says, ‘Hey doc, it hurts when I go like this.’ The doctor says, ‘Don’t go like that.'”

Charlotte stared at me with narrowing eyes again.

“Like don’t wiggle it,” I said.

“Oh yeah, that’s so gonna happen when I’m up on stage.” Charlotte kicked the floor with her toe. “You were right. I shouldn’t have bought it.”

“I hate to pass on the ‘I told you so’ moment, but it’s probably just a bad connection. If you’ve got a soldering iron, I bet I can fix it for you.”

For those words I got a big squeeze and a kiss on the mouth.

“You’re the best,” she said.

“So, you have a soldering iron?”

“No idea,” Charlotte said. “You’ll have to ask Mistress.”

Just as I had turned and was about to trot back upstairs, Charlotte wrapped her arms around my waist. “Thank you, darling.” She lowered her mouth to my neck and proceeded to set her tongue exploring for long enough that I lost track of time.

“You’re welcome?” I said.

Charlotte swatted me on the ass and sent me out the door.

I heard a short burst of static, and then my little two bar melody from this morning, Hammond B3 style drifting forth.

C7 E7 G7 E7 B6 E7 G7 E7

I was grinning all the way up the stairs, because in my mind I saw our sad little balloon and her porcupine friend—they were standing at the altar, reciting their wows. James Brown was officiating.

* * *

Unfortunately, I never did get a chance to find out if Miss Natasha had a soldering iron lying around. By the time I got to the top of the stairs, the doorbell rang and Miss Natasha ran off while shouting, “I’ll get it.”

I decided to go back to my book and at least finish up the chapter I was on before I went off to bother her.

I should have kept my nose in my book too, because when I finally trotted up to her office, I found Miss Natasha alright. She was kneeling on the floor, her blouse unbuttoned, draped in a loose ring around her waist, while some dragon lady in a black suit paced the floor and dragged a wicked-looking riding crop over the tops of her shoulders.

I quietly turned around and tip-toed off to find Charlotte.

*

Afterword

The stage is set, the handsy caterer and her assistants are carting in the evening’s delicacies for what should be a wonderful dinner party. But, who is the woman in the office Juliet stumbled upon, and why does she have a topless Mistress Natasha kneeling in front of her?

Find out in Chapter 3: The Dragon Lady.

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All about Mom Ch. 02

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If you haven’t read Chapter 1, the author suggests you take a moment to go back and read it to understand how Joey and his Mom got to this point. All participants in this story are over 21 years of age.

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After our chat at breakfast, Mom and I had a busy day shopping, running errands, paying bills, and cleaning up around the house. As always after a shopping day, Mom prepared a great dinner, and after dinner she went up to change, as usual. I decided to grab a quick shower before changing. I turned the shower off and was stepping out of the shower when the door to the steamy bathroom opened and Mom, wearing her terrycloth robe, walked in.

“Geeze, Mom, you might have knocked!” I scolded as I moved to grab a towel to cover myself with. Evidently she felt there was more license to our new “dating” status than I.

“I brought you a beer,” she replied, glancing down at my cock. I had to brush by her to reach the towel, and it would have been normal for her to step back to let me by, but she just stood her ground, holding out the beer and furtively checking me out. I had to squeeze by, brushing up against her. I grabbed a towel but had a better idea before I covered myself with it. Standing, facing her with no embarrassment, I began drying my hair with it. I let the towel fall in front of my face so Mom could take a nice long look without feeling shy about it. I took my time, feeling my cock start to fill with blood as the knowledge that Mom was seeing my cock aroused me.

When I finished drying my hair, she was gone. The funny thing is that I never drink beer after dinner.

When I got downstairs she was already on the couch waiting for me, and I noticed that she was wearing a different negligee again, still tasteful, but definitely more revealing than her usual neck to ankle version. By this time we were watching Shameless from Season 1, Episode 1, and I found our current episode on Netflix.

She cuddled right into me as usual, and we snuggled and caressed all through two episodes. A couple of times she kissed my neck or cheek, and I kissed her back on her forehead. When the second episode was over, she told me to turn it off and I thought we’d get up and go to bed as usual. Instead, she lay back again and pulled me down with her. We repeated the same routine as the night before, her kissing my neck, me returning kisses to her forehead. My cock swelled again, and without my urging Mom pressed her pelvis against it, obviously comfortable with feeling her son’s hard cock pressed against her stomach. Every once in a while she would move her hips just a little to create pressure against my hardness, then wriggle her pelvis around, sending waves of pleasure up through my cock and into my brain. I wanted to start dry humping her, I was so turned on, but I was afraid to go too far. I didn’t want to sacrifice what we had going on by pushing it too much.

For the next week or so, that became our routine. After dinner we would change and meet on the couch to cuddle and watch a couple of episodes of Shameless, then turn it off and lay on the couch together, cuddling and pushing our private parts together. As the week went on, Mom became better at positioning herself so my hard cock pressed against her mound through the fabric of our nightclothes. Although very subtle at first, by day seven, there was definitely dry-humping going on between us, although that’s as far as it went with no climax. She would work her lips and tongue on my neck and I would kiss her forehead while holding and comforting her. Three times that week I listened at Mom’s door while she brought herself to her climax alone in her room. Each night I was tempted to open the door and walk in, but couldn’t quite work up the courage to do it. The closest I got was when I heard her call out my name, but before I did I thought she might be calling for Big Joey, not little Joey. So I just stood in front of her door, wanking myself while she pleasured herself. During the day we never talked about what was going on between us other than once or twice when she mentioned that she was really feeling good and looking forward to our cuddle that night. I’d tell her I was looking forward to it, too.

In the meantime, she was getting better and better, almost back to her old self. She would leave the house without me now, although she still couldn’t quite get herself to park in the underground garage alone. Whoever had assaulted her was still out there, and she feared another attack, as remote a possibility as that probably was. I began thinking I might not go back to Houston, and thoughts of finding escort bayan bursa a job in Denver and staying close to Mom began to jell in my mind. I wasn’t sure I wanted to live so far away from her anymore.

The following Friday we went to the grocery store to buy snacks, brats, and beer for the fun weekend we had planned. On Saturday we were going to a Rockies game at Coors Field and on Sunday we’d stay in all day watching football, eating the snacks and brats, and drinking beer. Saturday was a beautiful fall day, and I had scored some great tickets right behind home plate. We rode the light rail in, and after scanning the passengers for any familiar faces, Mom held my hand and pressed against me as we rode the train. We had a great day at the ballpark, eating hot dogs and peanuts, drinking beer, and enjoying the day together. There was almost never a time when Mom wasn’t touching me somehow. Holding on to my arm, holding my hand, just resting her body against mine in our seats. The Rockies won, and after the game I suggested we go to eat at the View House right next to the stadium. We had a couple of drinks along with a great dinner, then got on the light rail for the ride home. Mom again scanned the passengers for familiar faces before moving against me and putting her hand on my thigh. Her hand was resting not 6 inches from my cock the entire ride home and every once in a while she would give my leg a little squeeze. It was driving me crazy and my cock jumped every time she squeezed.

As we rode, I thought about what was going on. Although we didn’t acknowledge it with words, there was no denying that our relationship had gone far past the conventional mother/son norm. It amazed me that I felt no regrets or weirdness about it. In fact, I didn’t want it to stop. She was my mother, and I loved her, and what we were doing felt completely normal and loving. She was still young, very good looking with a great body, and could pass for being somewhat close to my age. Plus, I had never had these feelings for anyone else. I loved the hugging and snuggling along with the feeling of love and comfort combined with it. I knew that she needed me and I was probably the first man in her life since my father that she could express her love for, and it made her happy. I had nursed her back to mental health, and in doing so, we had discovered new parts of each other. I was beginning to see her as more than just “Mom”, I was beginning to see her as a woman, as a human being, and it even dawned on me that I was loving her in a completely new way. I had never before felt the feelings I was having for her. They were new to me, and I liked them.

And she seemed to be enjoying it even more than I. I had always just seen her as Mom, but she was opening up another side of herself that was amazing. I started thinking about actually having sex with her. It was a thought that I had stayed away from mostly, I think, from fear of crossing that taboo barrier. I wondered if that was where this was heading. It just seemed so unreal to be wanting my own mother. But it seemed that she wanted it too.

As I was thinking, I felt Mom’s hand slide a little bit up my thigh closer to my bulging cock. She had to know what she was doing.

When we got home, it somehow felt different. We had spent the day together as a couple, not just as mother and son. Without saying anything, Mom went to her bedroom. In a couple of minutes, I heard the shower running and her humming her little song. I changed quickly, then went to the bar and made Black Russians again and settled in the family room, waiting for her.

When she walked in the room, I was even more shocked than I had been the first time she didn’t wear her granny-gown. She was wearing a sheer, see-through baby doll that barely covered her private parts. I could instantly make out the shape of her pink nipples through the gauze that covered her breasts. She walked over, took her drink from my hand, then took mine and set them both on the coffee table. She laid down on the couch, holding out her arms beckoning for me to join her. I wanted to look down at her crotch to see if the baby doll had ridden up enough for me to get a glimpse of anything, but I simply fell into her arms. We got face to face and body to body. She smelled of soap and shampoo and faintly of perfume. She curved her body into mine, burying her face against my chest. She pressed herself into me and said, “I love you so much, Joey. I love you so much.”

“I love you too Mom,” I answered quietly as I kissed her forehead. My cock was sticking straight up and hard bursa sinirsiz eskort as a rock as she nuzzled into my neck and started giving me gentle kisses there. I pressed my cock against her and I heard her sudden intake of breath. She pressed back and I felt her breathe out against my chest. She kissed my neck, then my jaw, then my cheek. I couldn’t help myself. I turned my head and instantly our hungry lips met. I felt a sudden surge of electricity as we embraced even more deeply, her pressing every inch of herself against me, our mouths open, our tongues entwined, as she positioned her mound against my stiff cock. With all pretense gone, she humped against me as we kissed, embraced, and pressed against each other.

When my first kiss with Mom ended, I pulled away and opened my eyes at the same instant she opened hers. Hers went wide, and she whispered, “Last chance to back out, Joey. If you don’t stop me now, we’re going to end up in bed together.” She paused. “Tonight, Joey. If it’s going to happen, I can’t wait any longer.”

I looked at her for a moment, knowing that this was the final pivot-point. “No, Mom. I’m not backing out. I can’t wait any longer either,” I said. She stood, held out her hand, and when I rose she led me to her bedroom.

We lay down on the bed and began kissing again. I couldn’t get enough of her mouth and tongue and every time I thought our kiss couldn’t get more intense, it would. I pulled my chest slightly away from hers, and put my hand on her breast. I could feel her stiff nipple through the silky fabric of her negligee as I rolled it and pulled gently on it, making her moan softly. Taking my hand from her breast, I pulled off my shirt, then began pulling her baby doll nightie up from the hem. Getting the message, she helped me take it off. There was my mother naked on the bed beneath me. I looked at her with awe, her breasts large even with her laying on her back, her nipples pink and extended. Without thinking, I also shed my pajama bottoms and for the first time felt my mother’s completely naked body against my naked body as I lay against her. Her firm round breasts pushed against my chest, my hard cock flopped for a moment before finding its spot against the warm skin of her stomach.

I kissed my way down Mom’s neck, then down her chest until I reached her left breast. I gently took her nipple in my mouth and sucked on it for the first time in over 20 years. Although I had no memory of my earlier relationship with these breasts, there was something special and familiar about them to me. Mom was breathing in gasps as I sucked and licked her nipples while gently caressing her breasts. She ran her fingers through my hair as I bit gently first on one nipple, then the other. She moaned as I flicked my tongue across one nipple, then sucked it deeply into my mouth, then groaned even louder when I repeated it on the other.

She reached for my arm and said, “I want you to feel what you’re doing to Mommy.” She guided my hand between us and down to her pussy. The first thing I felt was her damp curly pubic hair. When she finally pressed my hand against her, she was soaking wet. The hair on her outside lips was slick and matted with her juices, and her cunt was slippery and open. I rubbed her slick inner lips for a moment as I took her nipple back into my mouth, then ran my fingers up and down her slit, eventually stopping at her hard clit, which had emerged from its hooded hiding place. She groaned loudly as I slowly did circles around her clit with my index finger while I licked and sucked her nipples.

“Oh, fuck,” she said, and in spite of the moment I was surprised to hear my mother use the “F” word.

She grabbed me and pulled me back up to her and we kissed deeply again. As we did, I slid a finger inside her tight wet hole and slowly finger-fucked her, adding a second then a third finger as her excitement mounted. Our hungry mouths were busy and our hands were roaming over each other’s bodies.

Mom shifted and I felt her hand come around my hip. She moved it slowly towards my cock. Finally she came upon it, rock-hard and almost pulsing with desire. Gripping it firmly, she started stroking it up and down. I felt her excitement increase as she stroked me, and I kissed her deeply and started working my fingers in and out of her, stopping every third or fourth pump to flick my fingertips across her clit three or four times.

I began focusing more on her clit, rubbing my fingertips back and forth across it while kissing her deeply. As she became more excited, I increased escort bayan the pressure and moved my fingers more swiftly across her swollen clit. Then, with one hand holding the back of my neck and the other stroking my cock, Mom suddenly tensed and cried out as she climaxed on my hand. Unbelievably, she got even wetter as she came, releasing a sudden, short torrent of her cum into the palm of my hand. I felt her muscles clenching around my fingers as each wave of her orgasm hit her. I had a brief thought that there was no way I could have come into the world through this small, tight, wonderful opening.

She broke our kiss, looked at me, and smiled. “God, that was worth the wait, Joey. I feel like we’ve had three weeks of foreplay before that orgasm. That felt so good.” I smiled back at her, happy that I had pleased her. “I’ve been wanting you to do that to me for so long now,” she said.

“I know how you feel, Mom,” I answered. “I’ve been wanting it too, but wasn’t sure where this was all going.”

“Now we know, Joey,” she replied, still stroking my cock. “There’s only one thing left. One final line we have to cross.” She paused and looked me in the eyes.

I leaned into her and kissed her on the cheek. “I really want to fuck you now, Mom,” I whispered in her ear. “I want to fuck you really, really bad.”

“You want to fuck me, Joey? You want to fuck your loving mother?” she whispered back.

“I do, Mom, I do.” I shifted my body and moved on top of her, climbing between her spread-eagled legs. “That’s all I’ve been able to think about.”

“That’s all I’ve been thinking about lately too, Joey. You fucking me.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing coming from my mother’s mouth.

“Fuck me now, Joey. I’m ready for you. I want you.” She closed her eyes and put her arms around me as I lay down on her.

I put my arms around her, under her back, and held her tightly to me as I positioned the blunt tip of my rigid cock against her wet hole. She raised her knees slightly, then gave a gentle push against me, causing the tip of my cock to slide slowly into my mother’s cunt. Wanting the moment to last, I continued to go slowly in until I was completely buried up to the point where our pubic bones were pressed against each other.

“Oh fuck, that feels good,” my mother sighed as I pulled out until again just the tip was in her. She grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me back into her, groaning as I buried myself to the hilt again. I started to slowly pump my cock in and out of her, building momentum. Mom clawed at my back as I fucked her slowly and deeply.

I was too caught up at that moment to be shocked by either my mother’s language or how slutty she was being with me. No college girlfriend had ever been so openly vocal about how I was making her feel or what she wanted, even after a few months. And here was my mother, our first time, almost begging me to fuck her, telling me how good my cock felt in her.

“Fuck me faster, Joey. Make me cum again,” she said, almost on cue with what I was thinking. I didn’t know how long I was going to be able to last, but I started running the length of my cock in and out of her, building speed. I’d pull the entire length out, then plunge it back in to the hilt. Each time I did so, Mom would either shriek or blurt out “Fuck me, Joey!”

I was really fucking Mom now, and I felt her building towards her climax. I was in a state of complete bliss as I felt her entire body tense. As her orgasm arrived, I pushed deeply into her and held my cock deep inside her, filling her tight cunt completely as she spasmed against me. As she reached the crescendo of her climax, I felt my balls contract, I saw a sudden white light, an incredible feeling washed all over my body, and my cock exploded deep within her, splashing against her cervix and womb. I pumped six, seven, eight times as I drilled Mom’s sopping wet pussy with each powerful blast. I felt her shiver as she had one last small spasm of orgasm.

As we came down from the high of our first fuck, I let my body relax and cover hers. I felt my mother’s naked skin against mine. I felt at peace, I felt fulfilled. As my cock shrunk and did its slow exit from her drenched pussy, I let go a deep sigh and exhaled all the air out of my lungs. Mom hugged me and held me tight to her breast. When I finally slipped out of her with a little pop, I rolled to my side and pulled her with me so we were still body to body, face to face. With our hearts racing, we held each other until we calmed and sleep overtook us.

*****

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A damsel in distress finds her champion.

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Author’s Note

This is another one of my slice-of-life stories that chronicles events taking place over a twenty-four hour period. It’s also a bit of a sad tale with very little sex in it, so if you’re looking for wham-bam hot monkey love, you’ll need to look elsewhere.

I would like to thank TrueMort for giving me permission to use the characters Alex and Zabi. They are a really fun couple and I’m happy I was able to include them. Check out TrueMort’s stories for more of those two.

There are some scenes of dominant-submissive behavior in this story. In this tale it’s used as an example of what not to do, so it’s not really meant to be sexy. However, if this type of behavior offends you, please find something else to read.

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Cut My Hair

I stand in front of the mirror, hating my hair. I liked it so much better when it was short, and all I had to do was run a comb through it. Now I have to brush it all the time, not to mention piling on the products every morning and spending my days worrying over split ends.

The worst part about my hair is that it’s not quite long enough to tie back yet. It’s still in that annoying in-between stage, and I can’t seem to do a damn thing with it. If it were up to me, I’d chop it all off, go back to the way it was before. But it isn’t up to me. He likes it long, so I’m growing it out.

If it were up to me, I’d be soaking in the tub right now, preparing for an early bedtime and a date with a good book. But instead, I stand here in front of the mirror primping for an evening at the club. I’m wearing the slinky red dress that he bought for me. I want to rip it to shreds.

I used to think it made me look cute, but not tonight. Tonight I feel bloated, tired, and my head hurts.

I reach into the medicine cabinet for the bottle of Tylenol. I look longingly at the Advil — it’ll do a much better job of curing what ails me — but ultimately decide against it. Ibuprofen thins the blood and causes me to bruise too easily.

Not that he minds me with a few bruises. He just doesn’t want them to come too easily.

I lift the hem of my dress a bit and look at the latest mark on my thigh, the one I got when I asked to renegotiate my contract. It’s turning an ugly shade of purple with tinges of yellow and green around the edges. And it stings like fire when anything brushes against it. But that’s the idea. It was put there to serve as a reminder to not ask again.

I have no way out of my contract and he knows it. I’ve dropped out of school, overstayed my welcome on a student visa, and I’ve got nowhere to turn for help. There are only two ways out of this toxic relationship for me now.

One is to get busted by Immigration and Customs Enforcement and be shipped back home. Unfortunately, that option is the only thing worse than the mess I’m in now. The other way is so far fetched, that I hesitate to pin any hope on it at all.

There is this woman at the club, a safety monitor. She is tall and strong, with beautiful blonde hair, like a Nordic warrior-goddess. She could save me, and in my dreams she often does. There’s only one problem with this option — we’ve never spoken, and I don’t even know her name.

So for now I am stuck. Stuck with a man, a former professor of mine, who lured me into this kinky relationship. A man who made me sign a contract stating I would do certain things — things I no longer wish to do.

The contract we have is not legally binding, not even in the slightest, but that does not matter. He knows it and I know it. I have no legal status in this country, not anymore. That safety net evaporated when my visa expired and I became undocumented.

So when he fastens the collar around my neck and asks me if I’m ready to go, I have only one answer to give.

“Yes, master.”

*

“Go get me an iced tea, girl.” He doesn’t even bother with please, or call me sweetie like he did in the beginning. I’m lucky that we’re at the club, because at home when it’s just us, he calls me much worse.

“Yes, master.” I scurry off to the kitchen.

My eyes wander to the other girls as I pass. They are dressed in skimpy clothing like me, sitting at the feet of their masters and mistresses. But they are smiling, these girls — having their cheeks caressed, their breasts fondled, or their hair stroked — obviously objects of tender affection.

I turn my gaze away and continue on to the kitchen to fetch my master’s drink.

As I hand him the glass, he says nothing, simply points to the floor in front of the chair where he sits. I kneel. A part of me wishes I could drape my body across his lap, make him see me the way he did in the beginning — to receive his affections, to feel his hands caress my skin, to be smiling like the other girls here tonight — but I know those days are gone. I don’t even get a pat on the head.

I’m nervous about what comes next, after he finishes his görükle escort tea. I’ve been formulating my escape plan for a while now, but as the time grows nearer, I begin to question my ability to actually go through with it. Will this finally be the night, or will he take me home worn out and crying yet again?

I sit on my hands to stop them from shaking, as I envision all the things that could possibly go wrong.

It’s a busy Friday night and people continue trickling in. Others are already milling about, sipping drinks and chatting, waiting for the real fun to start. Waiting for something, someone, worth watching — someone like me.

I usually attract an audience here — my brown skin is exotic, and I have a tendency to scream when I orgasm. I still attract a crowd most nights, but lately I’ve been screaming for completely different reasons. But I need that audience — my witnesses — and tonight most of all.

He sets his empty glass on the side table. “Get up.”

The Tylenol’s not really working for me at this point, and it’s only going to feel worse when I change elevation, but I do as I am told. Hopefully for the last time.

My temples throb as he leads me to the room with the benches and straps me down. It takes a great deal of willpower to stay still and let him immobilize me, but it’s a necessary part of my plan to be here. This is where the people are watching.

When we first started coming to the club it was easier. He would take me to one of the benches for a bit of spanking or a light flogging, before complementing me on my lovely pink bottom and letting me up to play with some of the other girls.

Looking around now I see there are two other girls strapped down like me, and a safety monitor. I don’t recognize the girls, but I have seen the safety monitor before. She’s my blonde warrior-goddess and my ticket out of here. At least I hope so.

The two girls are panting and moaning, eyes glazed over as their mistresses alternate bare-handed swats and tender fondles. I remember those halcyon days, when I was so full of naïve wonder, and my master was eager to show me new heights of pleasure.

I watch him pull a fiberglass rod from his bag and I am reminded that tonight will be nothing like the idyllic past. I feel a chill run through me.

I look over at the safety monitor. She must stand a little over six feet tall; she’s taller than the man I call master. And the series of stars tattooed on her muscular shoulders seem to twinkle with every shift of her stance. She is strong and beautiful, so different from me.

In my dreams she takes me away from this place, to a lush green meadow where we lie together. But in reality I have only seen her from a distance, and I’ve never actually observed her intervening. But I have to trust that she will. It’s her job. And it’s my way out.

The rod lands, and I scream.

The room begins to fill with people at the sound of my cry. Sadistic bastards. I wiggle my legs as much as I am able, in an attempt to shake out the pain. It helps, but only a little. I bite my lip and squeeze my eyes tight to deal with the rest. I force myself to take slow, measured breaths.

The rod lands a second and third time in rapid succession, and I begin gasping again as I feel the heat rising on my backside. In the beginning I was putting extra effort into my screams, but I don’t really need to anymore. And I’ve already attracted enough witnesses.

Through tear-stained eyes, I see that the safety monitor’s curiosity has been piqued and she’s moved a little closer. Good. It’s time.

“Red.” I croak. She turns her gaze toward me. “Red!” I repeat.

The rod pauses, but still my buttocks throb, anticipating another blow. From the corner of my eye I see my master draw his hand back again, but the safety monitor is already on her way over. I do hope I have judged her correctly.

“The lady said stop.” She places her body between the rod and me, looking him squarely in the eyes. He moves toward her, but she does not budge. He’s not backing down either. “Why don’t you go get a drink and cool off,” she says.

My master’s face is bright crimson. I imagine it must burn him up to be told what to do, particularly by a woman. But when she points to the door, he drops the rod on the floor and heads out of the room. He’s a sadistic son of a bitch, but not stupid. He doesn’t want to jeopardize his club membership.

“You OK, honey?” She brushes a stray clump of hair out of my eyes and strokes my cheek.

“Maidali,” I manage as she unstraps me and helps me to my feet. “Thank you.” I hug her tightly as the tears flow. She hesitates for a moment, and then I feel her strong arms surround me. I know now that I have made the right choice.

“Kjersten,” she says.

My master enters the room again, only slightly less red-faced than when he left. “Let’s go, girl. I will deal with you at home.”

Still safely in Kjersten’s embrace, I look him in the eye. I’m shaking uncontrollably, eskort bayan and would probably collapse if not for Kjersten’s strong arms, but this is my best chance and I’ve got to take it. “No,” I say, and begin to unfasten the collar from around my neck. “I’m done.” I choke back a sob. “I break my contract with you.”

The room has gone deathly quiet and collar lands on the floor with a dull thud. Everyone is looking at us, and he seems to be stuck in a moment of indecision. His face has gone a deeper shade of red now, but he does not make a move toward me. He knows the club management has a zero-tolerance policy for those who break the rules, and Kjersten has already proved that she won’t be intimidated.

I’ve cast my lot with her now — Kjersten, my champion — and I’m counting on my former master’s interest in retaining his club membership to win out over his desire to put me in my place. He locks gazes with Kjersten. She stands with her arms folded over her chest and does not back down. My gamble has paid off.

“You’ll regret this.” He picks up the collar and stomps off. I’m not really sure which one of us he was addressing, but it doesn’t matter. He’s gone now.

*

It’s not too soon after my former master leaves that Kjersten returns to her duties. And it only takes another minute for the vultures to begin circling. Some of the single guys are already making their way over to chat me up, most of them hoping to replace the man who just left.

They promise that they know how to treat a girl right, but for me it’s only so much déjà vu. I hide my face in my hands and try to block it all from my mind. The room is spinning, and I have never felt so alone.

I hadn’t really planned much past getting away from him. I don’t know what I was expecting, that Kjersten was some sort of noble knight, here to slay my demons and break the curse. Stupid. It’s just a job for her. She’s done it and now she’s gone.

“Sorry boys, she’s with me tonight,” I hear, and allow myself a slight smile. Kjersten’s come to my rescue yet again. She wraps her arm around my shoulder. “I’m sorry Maidali, I never would have left you had I known.”

“You’re here now.” I shiver. I move my hands from my face, but I still can’t look her in the eye. “Thank you. — Thank you.”

“Come on, let’s get you something to drink.” She glances over her shoulder. “Dave, can you take over?” The big man nods and steps forward, and I shuffle off toward the kitchen with Kjersten’s arm around me.

She guides me to a table and sets a glass of juice in front of me. I take a sip, but I don’t sit down.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry. I’m not very good at this.” She frowns. “Let me get a first aid kit.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ve had worse.” My hand shakes slightly as I take another sip of juice.

“Can I call someone? Get you a cab?”

I tell her that there is no one to call, and that’s the point at which the tears begin to flow again. I confess my entire story standing there in the kitchen. As Kjersten holds me in her arms, she says nothing — offering no advice, no admonishments — just wipes my nose and lets me continue pouring my heart out.

“Thank you for listening,” I say. “Sorry to unload on you like that.”

“You’re coming home with me,” she says. It’s not a question, just a plain fact laid out before me. I nod. I have chosen my champion well.

*

I wake to sunlight streaming through the windows of a strange bedroom, and the smell of bacon in the air. I notice I’m still wearing my red dress as I slip out of the covers. I peek through the doorway, my shoulders tight, but I feel the tension easing as I spy Kjersten standing alone.

She’s wearing a blue terrycloth robe over gray sweats and a University of Chicago t-shirt. Her eyes are outlined by dark-framed glasses and her hair is looking a bit disheveled. She’s holding a spatula.

“Hi,” she says, a bit too cheery for the early hour. “Hungry?”

I nod, then turn to look at the rumpled sheets of the double bed I just crawled out of. “Did we?”

“No.” She runs her hand through her hair, moving aside the few stray clumps of blonde that hide her face. “Are you disappointed?”

I study her face for a moment and I am struck by her natural beauty — her bright eyes, shy smile, and the cute little freckles that bridge her nose. Even fresh out of bed she’s gorgeous. Am I disappointed? I feel my cheeks warming, but I don’t answer. I give her a smile instead.

“Don’t worry, I slept on the couch.” She gestures to the living area and the blanket that is still strewn over the cushions, before ducking back into the kitchen. “I hope you’re not a vegetarian, I didn’t really think about that.”

I shake my head.

“Good, good. Have a seat.” She pulls out a stool at the breakfast bar for me. “I’m not very good at this. It’s usually my roommate bringing the hotties home.”

I feel a grin cross my lips as I lower myself gingerly to take a seat. My butt’s a little tender, altıparmak escort but the pain is manageable.

“Not that I’m saying you’re hot.” Kjersten turns and hurries off to the kitchen. When she returns, she’s carrying two plates, and she seems to be no less flustered as she sets them down. “I — I mean you are, but …” She ducks back in the kitchen. “Coffee or juice?”

“Coffee please …” I decide to try it on for size. “Mistress?”

“Oh no,” she says, carrying two steaming mugs. “I don’t work at the club. I mean I do, but it’s more of an internship. I — I’m just an observer. I don’t know how to describe it.”

“Well, you certainly carry yourself like a domme. Thank goodness for that.” I lean over and kiss her on the cheek.

Kjersten springs to her feet and practically sprints to the other room. “I’m sorry, you must be chilly.” She comes back with a light blanket that she wraps around my shoulders.

“Thank you.”

She starts to sit back down, but when I move my hand toward her arm, she’s on her feet again. “Do you want ketchup for your eggs? Hot sauce?”

“No. Thank you.” I’m finally able to rest my hand on her forearm. “I don’t bite. Promise.”

The muscles in her arm relax a little. “Sorry. Like I said, it’s usually my roommate bringing the cute girls home.”

I take another bite of eggs and lean my head against her shoulder. Surprisingly, she does not run off. I try for some conversation. “So,” I say, “tell me about your internship. How did you decide to take a job at the club?”

“Oh, it’s more of a research position,” she says between bites of bacon. “I’m working on a doctorate in sociology and I decided to do my dissertation on kinky behavior. Everything else has already been done ten times over, but this is a chance at something new.” She goes on, explaining the details as we eat our breakfast.

I nod occasionally, but mostly I just listen. I only understand about half of what she’s saying, but it’s fascinating to me, partly because Kjersten is so animated when she talks about it.

“So that’s my project in a nutshell,” she says finally. “I’m sorry, I didn’t give you much of a chance to talk, did I?”

“Not much to tell beyond what I told you last night.” I sigh. “I was a student here too, once upon a time. But I dropped out and now I’m undocumented. I don’t want to get you in any trouble, so after breakfast I’ll just go.”

“Maidali,” she says. “Pretty name by the way. Maidali, Chicago is a sanctuary city. Did you know that? You’re not going to get me in any trouble. And you really shouldn’t be leaving here dressed like you are. Let me raid my roommate’s closet. She’s more your size.”

“Thank you.” And while she’s gone, I snag the last piece of bacon. Then out of guilt, I decide I should wash up the breakfast dishes.

Kjersten comes back with sweat pants and a University of Chicago t-shirt that’s almost an exact match of hers, but closer to my size. “Oh, you didn’t have to clean up.” She frowns. “I was going to do that.”

“Not a problem. It’s something I’m good at.” I feel a smile crossing my lips, but I’m staring at the floor. “Could I ask you a favor?”

“Um, sure.”

“Would you cut my hair?”

“Um, OK,” she says. “OK, but you’ll need to wash it first.”

*

I’m standing in Kjersten’s bathroom as she rummages through the closet. She pulls forth a big white bathtowel and sets it on the sink before starting the shower. “Be careful,” she says. “The plumbing is messed up, so hot and cold are reversed. Don’t want you scalded.”

She is smiling as she looks at me, and she’s beautiful, like in my dreams.

I look into her eyes and rest my hands on her hips. She shies away a little at my bold touch. I’m no sociologist, but I’m pretty sure I’ve been reading all the signs right this morning. “You want to join me?”

“What makes you think I’d want to do that?” she says.

“I saw the way you acted around the guys at the club last night. You didn’t take any crap off any of them. But this morning you couldn’t stop tripping over yourself just making me breakfast.” I slide my hands around Kjersten’s waist and sneak them up under her shirt a bit.

She pulls back a little, but doesn’t stop me.

“So I put two and two together and decided that you don’t really care how the guys see you, because you’re not interested in them. But with me it’s different. It’s like you want me to like you.” I move my hands up a little more. Her skin is warm and inviting.

I continue my explorations of Kjersten’s tummy. Her abdominals are absolutely amazing and I find myself feeling a little jealous as I trace over them with my fingertips. “I’m sure I’m not the prettiest girl you’ve ever brought home, but I promise I know how to make you feel good.”

“Maidali …”

I don’t meet her eyes. I can’t. I know exactly where this is going. I can tell by the tone of her voice, and I know what she’s going to say next.

“I don’t usually …” she starts to explain. “I mean — well — just ’cause I made you breakfast …”

She’s letting me down easy. I don’t know why I was expecting anything different. It was stupid of me to think I even stood a chance with her. Kjersten’s way out of my league, but at least she’s being polite about the rejection.

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Creme de Marisol

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Marisol walked briskly to her roadster. The resignation had been accepted and she was free to “pursue other opportunities.” She tensed her lips in the slight upturn at the corners that was the closest she came to mustering a grin. The nondisclosure clause, the noncompetitive clause and the secrecy clause should mollify Modulagen’s attorneys. They would have erased her memory too if they could pull that off. However, years of graduate education and mental training locked formulas and technical procedures into her Ivy League brain; what couldn’t be remembered had been transferred out in encrypted e-mail, journal articles and internal memos for months.

Her flats scuffed the asphalt as she paused to open the bright red car door. The roadster’s seat had been custom built to fit her diminutive frame, so her shortness was no impediment to driving the car – fast. She let out a long breath as she buckled up and started the motor. Her determined black eyes glanced at her round faced reflection in the rear view mirror. Her jet-black hair was pulled back into a short ponytail, and olive skin bore no makeup. Only a thin line of red lipstick added color to her face.

Unless one were to include the flush in her cheeks. The crimson of anger, rejection and retribution glowed through. The compound, her formula, was deemed to have “unacceptable psychotropic sequelae.” All work had ceased; all documentation was filed away. She would not accept reassignment. Thousands of women clamored for what she had spent years developing, and Marisol knew as she sped away from the biotech complex that desire would not only accept psychological aberration but would pay millions for its induction contingent on results.

Dr. Marisol Olvares could produce results. As she changed for bed she regarded herself in her full-length mirror. The taunts and jibes of high school, college and even graduate school were all past history. No more asking if she were a boy and calling her names. The proof was here in her full bosom and in the stares of lustful men and envious women. Marisol was not flat chested any longer. Her crème had done this, and she remained psychologically stable and unaffected.

“I will prove it,” she said out loud, defiantly.

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“Dr. Olvares, don’t you think it’s unusual to meet a chairperson at home rather than at the university?”

Marisol had researched well. Dr. Clifton headed the biochemistry department of a escort bursa small southern university willing to accept an accomplished Hispanic female for a faculty position. Any past irregularities and work history would be inconsequential. Dr. Clifton was a small-breasted woman nearly six feet tall. If there were psychological issues then Marisol was prepared to play them.

“Please, call me Marisol, Dr. Clifton. The university has made an offer that I’m prepared to accept, but I’d rather discuss my research in a more private venue.”

“Alright… Marisol,” Dr. Clifton started, “but of course you must call me Jan.”

The two sat on the sofa in the living room of the Clifton’s spacious home. The Cliftons were childless and the husband was on sabbatical in Europe. Nothing had been left to chance.

“Jan, my interest is hormonal catalysis of physiological change. Specifically I have researched ways to stimulate the hypertrophy of glandular tissue through the influence of synthetic biochemical agents.”

Jan Clifton squinted quizzically. “Glandular tissue such as the breast?”

“Brava! Precisely so. Mechanical implants are barbaric means to an end. What if this could be done with modified hormones?”

“Certainly this has been tried. It’s referenced in the literature, but the results haven’t been dramatic and there are side effects.” Dr. Clifton rose and paced as she thought. Her slacks rustled as she walked. She wore a loose fitting light blue blouse and her pants were belted at her narrow waist.

“What if I told you that I once wore an A cup.” Marisol’s blazer covered a tight white tank top that set off the size and firmness of her decolletage.

Jan’s head spun around with enough pace to splay her long wavy red hair behind her. Her green eyes widened as she took in the Latina’s chest. Marisol hunched out of the blazer so Dr. Clifton could see her entire torso. “I’d say that you have had augmentation. That’s very obvious.” Jan was a bit unsure and suspicious.

“You see why this had to be discussed here. The fact that I did this with a formula I developed can’t be talked about openly.”

“Dr. Olvares, I can’t believe that.” It wasn’t good that the chairperson had reverted to formalities. Marisol removed the small photo album from her blazer pocket and extended it to Dr. Clifton.

“Here is my evidence.”

Hesitantly she took the photos and examined them, pausing occasionally to look up at Marisol as she matched the face. Marisol got up and stood beside Dr. Clifton as she spoke, “You see the gradual change indicating no sudden surgical intervention.”

“Did you have a series of fat injections?” Jan was curious.

“None at all. The topical application and, bursa merkez eskort as I later learned, limited ingestion of the compound induced cellular growth.”

“How did you target one region?” The chairperson was dubious.

“Some genetic modification was needed.” Marisol whispered up to Jan’s thin-lobed ear with its diamond-studded earring. “I can’t reveal the details, of course.”

Dr. Clifton turned her attention to the sloe-eyed researcher staring up at her. Jan caught the scent of perfume, a melange of aromas unlike any she had encountered before. The smell was earthy and subtly bittersweet. Perhaps the mix of fragrance with the nervous perspiration of the new faculty member produced the exotic combination. The olfactory sensation wasn’t so much pleasant as intoxicating.

“Doc… uh, Marisol, the obvious question is why you did not remain at the corporation and market the product. The other faculty members will be wondering as well. Are there problems?”

“You know, as I do, that the potential is tremendous and lucrative. Ideas like this are wealth to be stolen.” Marisol gestured animatedly as she spoke louder and more stridently. I was to be reassigned,” she hissed the word, “and a team put together to refine the production process and the results.”

Jan interrupted. “Are there side effects? What does…”

Marisol covered Jan’s mouth with her hand. “Colleagues betrayed me and created obstacles. All of them can be overcome.”

The shorter woman’s agitation and proximity frightened Dr. Clifton a little, but the essence charging the air she breathed was entrancing, exciting. She felt her nipples hardening involuntarily as her clit’s throbbing made its way into her consciousness. Her breathing quickened and flooded her lungs with more perfumed air.

“Jan, the breast is a modified sweat gland. My body is loaded with my compound, so I excrete it into the environment around me. Your response is being evoked.”

Dr. Clifton pulled Marisol’s hand from her mouth. “Leave now. Experimenting on yourself is dangerous and unprofessional. Your appointment must be reconsidered.” Jan fought with all of her resolve to order Dr. Olvares out; she dared not move lest her bra and panties stimulated her aroused sex.

Marisol drew the fingers of her left hand across the skin of her right axilla. She placed her fingers under Jan’s freckled nose so that the strong smell of her sweat filled Jan’s thin nostrils. Jan needed air; she couldn’t keep her mouth closed. She sucked in greedily as her breasts ached with sensation. She was becoming hot and wet.

“Do you feel it working? Stimulating your mammary tissue?”

Jan wrestled with the urge to drop Marisol’s bursa sınırsız escort photo album and massage her swollen nipples. Her cortex was bathed in rising levels of different neurochemicals, addictive, pleasurable and energizing. The Latina slowly withdrew her fingers from the taller woman’s mouth and nose. Instinctively Jan followed the pungent sweet aroma as Marisol guided the flame-haired head to her shaved, moist armpit.

Dr. Clifton succumbed to her primordial instincts as she inhaled the alluring mix of hormones. Jan couldn’t know that Marisol’s full bosom required relief as well, and Marisol was becoming aroused herself. The photo album fell to the carpet as Jan sucked and licked Marisol’s underarm. The senior faculty member was now susceptible to suggestion. Completely forgetting herself, Jan dropped to her knees as the rush convulsed her in ecstasy.

Marisol peeled off her tank top and sports bra. Without prompting Jan took a dark brown nipple and areola into her eager mouth and sucked. “Si, chica,” Marisol murmured as her own excitement grew. Jan was beyond noticing that Dr. Olvares’s breast was lactating – a milky complex of hormones and genetically altered compounds. She only knew that the taste was irresistible.

Marisol ran her fingers through the wavy locks of red hair surrounding the face at her breast. The glossy black nail polish peeked through the auburn tresses. Olvares used the entwined hair to pull Jan’s ravenous mouth to her other breast. Jan sucked hungrily.

“Say nothing of this. You will hire me and you will allow me to do my work. I won’t be stopped now,” Marisol commanded.

Jan moaned with delight. Gritting her teeth, Marisol yanked Dr. Clifton hard by the hair and pulled her face away from her globular brown tit. Jan’s green eyes gazed desirously up at the source of her pleasure. She scarcely registered the pain of pulled hair and licked her lips in the hope of more nursing.

“Do you understand?” Marisol spat the words.

“Yes. Yes, Marisol. There will be no problems.”

“Good. If you cooperate then the growth of your breasts that is beginning now will continue. You will have what you have always secretly wanted – and more. You will want to be sucked as well. Before I massage the compound onto your chest I need one more thing.”

Marisol lowered her jeans and black panties. Her jet-black pubic hair glistened. Jan paused; she had never… The pussy scent was too alluring, and Jan plunged her tongue into the cleft that contained the turgid clit. Now Marisol moaned, the long tongue playing around her pussy lips and clit as Jan’s fingers kneaded her tight ass. Marisol’s staccato grunts came faster and faster as she climaxed.

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Jan lay naked on her bed. Her little white breasts were still sensitive, and Jan thought of their enlargement as she fingered her pussy. Whatever happened now, she was willing to do what was necessary to fulfill her own desires.

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College Roommates Ch. 04: Mall Trip

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“I love you,” she whispered a huge smile on her face. I smiled too pulling her into my arms for a kiss.

“I love you too,” I cooed stroking her cheek. I took her hand and she grabbed her purse and we headed down to meet Rebecca and Stacey. My aunt let Rebecca keep a car on campus so we all just took her jeep to the mall. Rachel and I sat in back, Rachel lying down her head on my lap. Stacey kept looking back at us then Rebecca turned up the music to stop a confrontation. Rachel sat up then singing and dancing Rebecca joining in. I missed this, the group of us hanging out. Summer was so hard on me… Rachel danced Rebecca and her singing together and laughing at Rachel’s goofy car dance moves. She and I knew that she was a terrific dancer but her in a car and that just was not the case! I kept noticing Stacey glaring at me and it was getting really obnoxious.

“Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods?!” Rachel turned to me dramatically, “Where’s the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds?” she took my hand, “Isn’t there a white knight upon a fiery steed? Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need!” then she did jazz hands as the temp picked up screaming out in sync with all the ahh’s! I laughed then and Stacey did too watching her as well. “I need a hero! I’m holding out for a hero til the end of the night!” she sang along dancing and I shook my head covering my face in embarrassment. There were a lot of things I loved about this girl but I swear when we were in an open car and she just spazzes out it is not adorable. It’s embarrassing. She knew it too. And she worked it anyway!

“Hey ladies!” we pulled up to a red light and Rebecca turned the music down looking over at the car next to us. Stacey crossed her arms staring dead ahead and Rebecca waved flirtatiously. I waved too, Rachel giggling as my hand crept onto her thigh. She nudged me and I leaned toward her to whisper in her ear.

“Too bad they don’t know,” I mumbled and she giggled turning and kissing me suddenly. I was shocked then I kissed her back and the guys hollered as Rebecca took off at the green light. They honked but Rebecca lost them and we all started laughing, except of course Stacey who just stared dead ahead her arms still crossed. We got to the mall a few minutes later and got out all talking animatedly. Stacey was really pissing me off though, the way she kept glaring at me.

“Hey, Rachel, let’s go get some pretzels!” Rebecca grabbed her arm and tugged her along as I stood in line to get myself lunch at the SubShop. Stacey cleared her throat stepping up behind me and I turned.

“You have been angry all freaking day so far and I’m pretty sick of it,” I said and she rolled her arms crossed.

“I didn’t appreciate walking into a lesbian love fest in my room!” she snapped and I threw my hands up in the air laughing.

“Unbelievable! That’s your cop out?” I kept laughing shaking my head and she grabbed my arm stopping me from turning around. “What?” I demanded and she stomped her foot.

“I was making her better, she was obsessed with you. It was unhealthy and I was helping her get over you!” she said and I rolled my eyes trying to turn way. She stopped me again. “She was going to have sex with me you know?” Stacey said her eyes now feisty trying to hurt me. “Yeah, the other night. I had gotten out of the shower and was drying off and she got all over me, trying to have me. I was about to let her when she stopped saying she just couldn’t. She had to try and get over her feelings for you before she could do anything with me,” her smug smile really pissed me off more. I felt my lips purse my eyes narrowing.

“Well, either way, I have her now. Deal with it,” I said and turned away. I ordered my food and found Rachel and Rebecca at a table, sitting down with them. Stacey came later with a tray and some italian food. We all started just talking as if nothing was wrong but I wanted to freak out on Stacey. She just kept flirting with Rachel and making it obvious to everyone that she wanted her. Rebecca was even getting uncomfortable and sexual behavior was the most natural for Rebecca out of all of us. Rachel excused herself to go to the bathroom and we said we’d wait here for her to get back. Rebecca turned to Stacey immediately.

“Grow. Up.”

“Look you don’t understand! She wanted me too! Then she comes back into the picture,” Stacey pointed at me angrily and Rebecca pinched her nose.

“You’re delusional! Rachel came running to Nikki, not the other way around. In fact Rachel spent the entire night in her bed and confessed her apologies and her love. Rachel even told her about the fact that you’ve been trying to get with her!” Stacey’s face went red with anger and embarrassment. Rebecca grabbed her arm both aggressively and comforting at the same time. It was a weird gesture but Stacey got the picture. “Move on. Okay? Rachel is not someone who can handle this type of stuff. She is sweet, and innocent except when it comes to Nikki. And that’s because bursa escort bayan Nikki is meant to be with her. No one else. Got it?” she stared at Stacey who just sat there silently. Then she nodded slowly and pouted picking at her food scraps. Rachel came back her hair now up in a cute bun. She saw Stacey’s sad expression and looked at all of us.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said standing up taking her trash and mine throwing it out. We all headed to the arcade and played games for a while, waiting for the movie time. According to Rebecca there was an event planned for our school to all meet at the movie theater for a showing and there were buses transporting tons of students. When we headed to the theater I realized she wasn’t crazy. There were tons of students, a lot of them being freshmen. Some students walked up to Rachel and she hugged them.

“Hey! Guys this is Dom, she’s my,” she paused and looked up at me I took her hand and smiled.

“Girlfriend,” I finished and we both smiled at each other for a second. The group of girls giggled and they started talking about Rachel’s work in her music theory class. I guess she was really popular among the music department. I was feeling a little left out but also really proud of her.

“You have to see her perform!” a guy said who joined the conversation a bit late. He was staring at Rachel with absolute love, lust, and admiration. I was getting irritated all these people doting on her. It made me want to just take her away and hide her. She was my love, and I was tired of people doting on her so obsessively.

“She’s performed for me,” I said proudly and Rachel blushed deeply clearing her throat. Rebecca snorted with laughter at the guy’s expression. Rachel nudged me playfully and I kissed her forehead. There was some brief chit chat and the guy was just staring at us totally unsure how to handle this turn of events. Rachel ran ahead with the girls to get our tickets and some snacks. Rebecca, myself, and the guy stayed back.

“Hey, so you and uh, Rachel?” he asked me. I nodded still amused at his dumbfounded expression. Rebecca spanked me playfully.

“We’re just a bunch of lesbians over here!” she hollered and I lost it. The guy laughed too and Rebecca smiled pleased with herself. She always knew how to make things better. Stacey was watching us from afar standing on the outside of the group. I’m not sure if she was staring at me with envy or if she was still just angry at me for “stealing” Rachel from her but I didn’t care.

“My name’s James,” he said reaching his hand out. I shook it still trying to calm down from Rebecca’s outburst.

“Yeah I’m Dominique. Rachel calls me Dom, everyone else pretty much just calls me Nikki,” I said. He nodded shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Sorry about, uh, you know, coming on to her?” he said and I shrugged staring at Rachel now.

“She’s smoking hot, she’s talented, she is so nice, and lovable. I’d be more offended if you didn’t like her,” I said and that wasn’t wrong either. It felt amazing knowing I had the one girl everyone wanted. He scratched his head laughing nervously.

“I asked her out a week ago, you know?” he said and I looked at him shocked.

“Yeah? What did she say?”

“She’d think about it,” he admitted and I laughed looking at her. She waved at me excitedly pointing at a jumbo bag of M&M’s. I laughed giving her two thumbs up.

“She doesn’t know how to hurt people. In fact she punishes herself worse than anyone ever could when she hurts someone,” I looked back at him and he nodded. I punched his shoulder playfully and he smiled. “If you want to take her on a date you can, I guess? But that’s up to her. I’m not gonna stand in her way of happiness just know that she does love me. And if you ever hurt her, I will hurt you,” I said sternly and Rebecca coughed on her drink looking at me terrified at my threat. James rocked on his feet uncomfortably then and Rachel came skipping to us which was an incredible feat in her heels.

“Let’s go! I sent them in to get seats for all of us!” she grabbed my hand and we followed. She made everyone happy. It was unbelievable. I was still so surprised she never had any friends in High School. This girl was meant to be around people. Her love was so amazing to experience, even if it wasn’t romantic it still made everyone around her happy. Rebecca and I had a long talk about it one day when she had gone home for a long weekend to see her mom and Rebecca offered to sleep over last year to fill the empty room for me. We talked about her the entire time. It was when we really first started calling each other our girlfriends. It still surprises me to this day. We joined the crowd filing into the theater and I pulled her close my hand on her hip my lips at her ear.

“You are the most amazing woman here,” I whispered and she giggled shaking her bag of M&M’s.

“Stop it! You are!” she teased staring excitedly at the amount of chocolate she had in her hands. We shuffled in gorukle escort and the girls I met earlier were all hollering at us from the middle of the theater. We hurried up to them James sitting on the other side of Rachel. I was pretty grateful he snagged the spot before Stacey could to be honest. She sat on the other side of him next to Rebecca who was flirting with the boy next to her. I rolled my eyes not surprised in the least bit because that was just Rebecca. She tried dating last year but as it turned out her suspicion was right, John was cheating on her. I felt so bad when I found out, but we loved her enough that she realized she didn’t need a guy.

“So we want to thank you all for coming. We are glad to introduce this new tradition for the school! We’d love your support and feedback on ideas for the Student Events Group to plan things like this in the future. We got the movie theater to play a special showing of the Romantic Comedy,” he paused and there was a playful drumroll in the crowd. “Other Woman!” a lot of people cheered some people grumbled, but I was excited. I loved this movie. Rachel looked at me offering me her chocolate.

“You’d really share your chocolate?!” I teased my hand on my chest in shock. She laughed then we got shushed as the lights went down the movie starting. We held hands and snuggled innocently through the whole movie. James kept glancing at us, very curious about our relationship. I felt very intrigued about his interest with us. I wasn’t sure if he had ever seen two girls together, or if he had it probably was only in a porno. I reached around her my arm pulling her closer to me, seeing him watching me. I don’t think he realized I was watching him watch me. She snuggled up leaning into me letting my hand rest on her leg. She sighed happily and I started stroking her leg softly teasing her dress up inch by inch. His eyes were locked on my hand and I smiled feeling her squirm. She told me before she loved risque things like us being a little too sexual in certain settings, so I felt like maybe this would be one of those time.

“You okay?” I whispered to her looking down feeling her tense up. She looked up at me with a smolder in her eyes and I bit my lip smiling nuzzling my nose against hers. She twisted a bit, her butt coming up off the seat. I reached down to her ass, seeing his eyes following my hand. I rubbed her leg and her ass lovingly and she sighed content. Then I felt a little more daring. I slipped my hand down further a devious smile on my lips. She didn’t protest but I felt her squirm again as my hand moved up between her thighs pressing up against her pussy. She was soaked. I felt my stomach knot up then and I was instantly turned on. I bit my lip groaning so softly. Her hand squeezed my thigh and I took that as a go ahead so I pushed her thong to the side with my fingers letting them slip up against her soppy slit. She tensed up trying to stop herself from trembling. We were pretty discreet in these kinds of settings but I know James was enjoying the show, and it definitely wasn’t the one on the screen. He eyes were locked on my hand. I moved it just enough to show him her pussy and I watched his mouth open just ever so slightly. He had a bulge in his pants too. I rubbed her slowly then. She had gotten so good about being quiet in public.

Her hand massaged my thigh, and that was my signal to keep going. So I did. I slipped my fingers into her feeling how ridiculously wet she was. I worked my fingers in and out slowly and she sighed moaning so quietly. I watched James trying to gauge his reaction to her. He crossed his legs to hide his bulge but continued to watch. I felt her pussy tightening and realized she was about to cum on my hand. I went a little faster and she went rigid her fingers clawing at my leg. She shivered and I looked at her playfully confused.

“You cold?” I whispered and she nodded not able to make any noise or say anything for fear of giving us away. I scooted closer to her getting my fingers deeper and she twitched then shuffled to look like she was adjusting too. I sat there with my hand pressed up against her pussy my fingers in her for a while longer, turning to watch the movie occasionally playing and teasing with her sweet little sex. Soon though she reached to move my hand to readjust and I let her knowing she was done. We still cuddled but she sat up more just holding my hand that was covered in her juices. She was so naughty, it was amazing.

“That was a wonderful movie!” she gushed when it ended turning to me with a huge smile on her face. I giggled giving her a quick kiss. James stood up then and we all did too following Rebecca out of the row. Rachel, Stacey and Rebecca ran off to the bathroom with all the other girls leaving me with James. I wanted to tease him.

“You enjoy the show?” I asked and he looked up at me horror in his eyes. “What? Were you not watching the movie?” I asked pretending to be confused. Relief struck him and he shrugged.

“The movie wasn’t bursa merkez escort bayan really that interesting,” he said and I nodded pursing my lips hugging myself kicking my foot.

“Yeah, I wasn’t really interested in the movie either. But I do those things to make Rachel happy you know?” I said and he coughed uncomfortably shifting his weight his hands shoved deep into his pockets. “She just loves seeing movies with me. Said it makes her reeeeally happy, even if I don’t care for or watch the movie. You know?” I pushed and he nodded.

“That’s really nice of you,” he said then and I shook my head laughing.

“It’s completely selfish though. Because bringing her pleasure brings me pleasure so,” I changed my phrasing and he tugged at his shirt collar rocking now. “You alright? You look like you saw something that really shook you up,” I said in concern putting my hand on his arm. He stared at it then, remembering it was the same hand that was just inside Rachel. I saw Rachel coming back and I took my chance leaning toward him to talk softly. “She likes it when people watch, don’t worry,” I smiled as he looked up at me in a panic then his eyes bulging.

“Rebecca said she and Stacey wanted to run to Victoria’s Secret to go shopping for some ‘perfume'” she giggled putting air quotes around it. I took her hand and looked at James then back at her.

“Why don’t we all go. You could use something new and sexy,” I said to her and she blushed deeply biting her lip.

“Is that really appropriate in front of James?” she said looking at him apologetically. I punched his shoulder playfully and he rubbed his arm smiling forcefully.

“Sorry if I’m freaking you out,” I said and he shook his head then pursing his lips.

“Let’s go!” he chimed in, more excited than he should have been. We headed to the store making small chat and I kept dropping subtle hints about James watching me finger Rachel in the movie. He kept blushing every time I brought it up and we made it to the store and I let Rachel go crazy with Rebecca.

“Surprise me!” I called after her and she giggled with Rebecca going crazy. It felt so good to have her back.

“So, did you do that on purpose?” he asked looking at me.

“Do what?” I pretended to not understand his question then he looked at me like I was stupid. “Oh you mean finger her in front of you?” I said blatantly and he looked around quickly to see if anyone was listening. “You looked desperate to know what our relationship was like,” I admitted pretending to look through the thongs. Some were pretty cute but I was really excited to see Rachel in whatever she picked out.

“What do you mean?” he pressed and I shrugged holding up a thong to him.

“Wouldn’t this look good on her?” I teased and his cheeks went red.

“Stop avoiding my question!” he demanded and I laughed.

“Relax. She is really dirty, not as innocent as she comes off. She loves it when people watch in fact she plans movie dates just so I can do that in the theater. She loves the idea that people may be watching or at least that’s what she told me. I figured since you liked her it would be nice to give her that,” I shrugged and he looked shocked. “Besides, you do seem extremely curious about how she and I are together,” I said and he looked down embarrassed. “You want her don’t you?” I pressed and he shrugged not wanting to look at me.

“I guess yeah, she is amazing!” he finally admitted and I smiled pleased with myself. I set down the underwear and leaned toward him.

“Yeah, she is. Especially in bed,” I said feeling evil. His cheeks went red and I chuckled.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked and I shrugged.

“Because I feel like you’re really interested and even though you won’t admit it you like hearing me talk about it,” I said and he didn’t argue. Rebecca stepped up to us and I smiled at her.

“You ready?” she asked me and I nodded letting her lead us to the fitting rooms. She pulled me into the room James having to stand outside since he was a guy. I saw her then she was twisting and turning in front of a mirror. She was wearing her own thong but she had on this sexy black corset with a lace bodice her skin looking so smooth. Her hair was down and she teased it to look all wild and sex ridden. My heart stopped when she smiled at me posing.

“What do you think?” she asked sweetly and I bit my lip afraid if I went near her I wouldn’t be able to contain myself.

“I think you should put something decent back on before I,” I stopped then and she nodded giggling. “Wait,” I pulled out my phone and took a picture of her. She posed innocently and it made her even sexier, if that was possible! She slipped back into the dressing room and I turned to Rebecca. “For the love of God, please make her buy that,” I demanded and Rebecca laughed pushing me out.

“Okay well at least I know what you like now,” Rebecca sounded devious and I assumed Rachel and her were planning something special for me so I didn’t protest and continued perusing while they ran around giggling and hiding things from me. James was talking to some girls who were picking out some thongs and I guess they were asking his opinion which amused me. I found one that looked like the one Rachel was wearing today so I walked over to the girls and held it out.

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Couch Time Fun

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Digital Sin

It was Halloween weekend last year, and we were on the couch watching our own horror movie marathon. It was my roommate Tara and her boyfriend, me and my best friend, Alex. By the time we were starting the second movie, it was getting late and cold in our apartment. Tara grabbed two blankets that we keep next to the couch and threw one to her boyfriend and the other to Alex and me. Alex was sitting in the corner of the couch, so I snuggled back against her, sitting sort of in her lap in front of her, and then we pulled the blanket over and around both of us. Tara and her boyfriend did the same.

About half way through the movie, I got up to go use the bathroom (we were drinking margaritas). When I got back, I pulled the blanket off of Alex and then sat back down between her legs and leaned back against her chest, just like I was before I left. Alex shook the blanket out and the pulled it back over us and then pulled her hands back inside the blanket and went to rest them on my stomach (since I was laying against her stomach). When she did this, she not only pulled her hands inside the blanket, but also pulled them inside my sweatshirt. I screamed. It wouldn’t have been such a big deal, but I was in my pj’s and wearing a sweatshirt with no t-shirt or bra, so her cold hands went right inside my sweatshirt and onto my stomach and boobs. Didn’t expect that.

“What was that, Chels?” Tara asked. Although it was a scary movie, it wasn’t during a scary part.

“Alex here just felt me up,” I said and then me and Alex laughed.

“I didn’t mean to, perv, I was just trying to get my arms back under the blanket,” bursa eskort bayan Alex said in her defense.

“Sure,” Tara said, “I know what the two of you are doing over there in the corner.”

“Yea, right,” I said. “We’re getting ourselves off over here. You’re next,” I said, and then we all laughed. And while doing so, Alex joked and cupped by breasts in her two hands (outside of my sweatshirt this time) and shook them really hard, saying “Oh, baby, baby.”

We all laughed and then began to watch the movie again. About 20 minutes later, Alex took a drink of her margarita, and then put her hands back under the blanket. She had been doing this the entire time during the movie, but this time was different. When put her hands back under the blanket, she also put them under my sweatshirt again, but this time very slowly almost caressing me. I looked over my shoulder at her, but she was looking down with her eyes closed. I sort of froze, but didn’t stop her. Her hands continued to lightly brush my skin and walk their way up to my boobs. What in the heck was she doing? Was my best friend really going to feel me up for real? The thought of it had my mind racing. Should I stop her? Do I embarrass her by saying something out loud, or just move her hands back down with my hand?

Before I could answer myself, she was cupping my right boob for real. Her hand felt warm this time, and sensual. My nipple reacted almost instantly and perked up. She gently squeezed my entire boob and let her fingers close in on my nipple. I pushed my back into her to give her a sign of encouragement, and that bursa merkez escort was all she needed. Her fingers quickly felt and pinched my nipple while her left hand now came in as well and started its way up my tummy. We were totally hidden by the blanket so Tara and her bf had no idea.

It felt so good. Her warm hands just massaging and teasing me — I was getting so turned on. What were we doing? Why did she do this? Why was I letting her? She must have been thinking about this since she playfully grabbed my boobs outside my sweatshirt earlier. Wow, I had no idea she wanted to do this, but I was loving it.

The better she made me feel, the more I pushed back into her. I was clearly starting to get wet and was wondering if she was as well. If I pushed back against her, I wondered if I was putting pressure on her pussy and if so was it enough for her to grind against? I didn’t know, but the thought of maybe causing her to have an orgasm made me lose it. I was being taken over by sexual desire.

With that, I slide my right hand down the waistband of my pj’s and panties. Yep, I was already soaked. I dove my middle finger in and brought out what felt like a handful of wetness. I smeared it around my lips and then dove in again. This time it made a little smacking sound, so I stopped abruptly wondering if anyone heard it. Just then, Alex leaned toward my ear and whispered with her hot sexy breath, “Do it, Chels.”

That was all I needed to hear. I pulled my finger out and smeared my juices all over my lips and all the way up my slit to my clit. It felt wonderful. bursa sınırsız escort bayan Having Alex playing with my boobs and encouraging me to masturbate myself was unbelievably erotic. I was dying from desire and feverishly rubbed by clit, although being careful not to make sloshing sounds. My breathing became shorter and erratic. I was getting close. Alex could tell and began squeezing my boobs and nipples harder. “Yes. Do it. Cum for me. Cum for me.”

Her breath was so hot and sexy in my ear. My fingers so slippery. My pussy so hot and aching. I wanted to cum for her. I wanted to cum for another girl. This was insane. Yes, insane. Yes, I’m cumming. My body shook although I tried so hard to stay still. I would die if Tara’s boyfriend knew what was happening. I closed my eyes at the peak of my orgasm, and felt so sensual as Alex hugged me tight until my convulsions subsided.

A couple of minutes later, I pulled my finger out of my soggy panties and brought it up to my lap. Alex let go of my boob and brought her hand down to reach mine. She grabbed my hand and then brought it up to the top of the blanket until just my finger was poking out. Next thing I knew I felt a warm sensual feeling on my finger. Alex had taken my finger into her mouth all the way up to the knuckle and was sucking on it. She licked it clean and then brought my hand back down to my lap where we held hands for the rest of the movie.

We went to bed that night and nothing else happened although I thought about it all night long. The next morning, I was hesitant to bring it up, but finally did. She said it must have been the margaritas and that tequila is bad, very bad. We both laughed a nervous laugh and never brought it up again. It still is one of the most erotic and intense things I have done. Just writing this down is making me crazy wet and turned on. I’m sure I will be able to cum within 60 seconds once I stop typing. Ready…go!

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After the Wedding

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Asha had already arranged the dinner and drinks and was waiting for me as I came out of the shower only in my towel. She came to me and took off my towel and dried me up. I stood their fully naked for the first time in front of her without any embarrassment; as if it was the most natural thing between a 28 year old nephew and his 38 year old auntie.

She then gave my hard cock a soft squeeze that was poking at her all the while she dried me. She smiled wickedly at me as she walked back and then slowly took off her skirt and the shirt before settling on the couch on the other end of the room. She was now wearing only her undergarments, red lacy bra and panties that were rather see through. I put a pair of fresh cotton boxers that was lying on the bed. She had already poured two helpings of the premium Scotch that she had brought from Australia. I finished my drink in a gulp and looked into her lust filled eyes. I went and sat opposite to her on the chair.

I sat their thinking of the events that had lead us to this blissful moment as she slowly took her drink.

Today was my cousin’s marriage. Asha auntie had flown in from Sydney yesterday evening for the marriage. I reached here today early morning, having driven more than 100 miles from Bangalore, where I am working as a Senior HR Executive in an MNC. My uncle had arranged two rooms in this hotel for me and my auntie as his house was already full with relatives. I slept for few hours and then got freshened up. I got dressed to go to my cousin’s marriage.

Then I went to auntie’s room to see if she was ready to go for the marriage. Auntie was already getting dressed as I entered her room. Only in her blouse and petticoat, she was starting to wear her sari. Her beautiful flat tummy and enchanting navel were open to my eyes. Her low cut semi transparent blouse was showing a lot of cleavage and her black bra through the material. She had at least 36D boobs which were looking great in her confining clothes. Her round shapely bums were a treat to any eyes. Her rather tight petticoat accentuated the curves of her beautiful bottoms. I could see her panty lines through the petticoat. The entire view was magical, I was filled with lust for her the moment I saw her in that state.

All the while she was observing my gaze and just smiled at me when our eyes met.

“Arun, I will be ready in few minutes. Would you mind having a drink with me now? It kind of keeps me fresh and steady” putting down the sari on the bed, she asked me and went to the liquor cabinet. I nodded my assent and went near her. She handed over the glass to me. I looked at her smooth exposed cleavage as she drank. I was brought back to earth by the feeling of her hands on mine. She was smiling when our eyes locked on to each others. She kissed me on my forehead, her blouse covered boobs kissing my chest. I could feel the familiar sensation of hardness between my legs.

“Arun, I am not interested in most of Jay’s relatives. After his death, except few, not many have contacted me. I have nobody other than you for company. So please don’t leave my side. You are the only one relative I really love to be with…..” after a moment of silence she added, “Hope it won’t be a problem for you!” I was only happy to oblige; I too was not interested in my father’s side of relatives, except for the cousin who was getting married today and Asha auntie, as she used to be really close to me before leaving to Australia with Jay uncle, due to his job requirement. I just smiled at her and put my hand on hers’ to assure her of my unrelenting companionship.

We went straight to the Church were the ceremony was arranged, the journey was uneventful with we just catching upon each other’s lives. The ceremony had already begun when we reached. The function went well and during the reception we got to meet and chat with all of our relatives. As promised I never left auntie’s side. As per the tradition all the relatives are to gather at the bride’s house after the reception, so we both went to uncle’s house where few other rituals were to be finished before the newly wed were set free. The marriage turned out to be much more fun than I had anticipated, thanks to my auntie’s company and also to few of my other relatives who were quite friendly. By around 4 PM we left our uncle’s house after saying goodbye to our relatives.

We headed back to the hotel. On our way back auntie put her hands softly on my thighs. “Arun, thanks for being a great company” auntie expressed her appreciation. Her hands continued to rest on my thighs. I was afraid of getting distracted by my mounting sexual tension. But nothing more happened and we reached the hotel without any untoward happening.

“I am rather tired, need some rest. Come to my room by around 7 and we will have dinner together” auntie said as she went into her room. I went to my room which was opposite hers’. My room had a beautiful view of the valley that bursa eskort stood magnificently kissing the Arabian Sea.

My mind was full of fantasies of my auntie as I hit my bed with exhaustion. I woke up to the sound of the door bell. I went and opened the door. It was Asha auntie. She was wearing a light blue skirt that dropped just below her knees and a loose shirt-like white sleeveless top. “It’s already 7.30 you sleepy head, I thought I will check on you. I have ordered dinner to your room, we will have it here” she said as I locked the door. Her gaze went to my boner which I was trying unsuccessfully to hide. “Is it because of me or because you were dreaming of fucking some beautiful sexy girl” I was stunned at her very open question. I stammered something for an answer which she smilingly ignored. The use of word ‘fuck’ kept ringing in mind, arousing me further.

She went and sat on the bed and invited me to sit near her. I sat near her and she fell back on to the bed, I followed. She looked into my eyes and asked “Arun, was it me in your dream?” I was searching for a lie to tell her, but all I could tell her was the truth. “I am so happy to hear that I still have a fan and he still lusts after me even after all these years and the age catching in on me” it was not the response I had expected. I was expecting her to scold me for all the lustful dreams I have had about her.

“Auntie, I don’t think you look aged. For me you are still the young loving sexy (some how I gathered courage to say the last adjective) auntie I knew before you left to Australia. I had a crush on you since my childhood and it is still there” I confessed. She changed her position and our eyes met in a lustful awakening. Our lips met, hers’ softly on mine. The kiss lingered for few moments. First it was a soft one then our lust overtaking us, we passionately explored each others mouth with our tongues. Her hand reached into my drawers and took hold of my hard cock. I was in a magical sexual paradise. Our encounter was interrupted by the service boy who had brought in our dinner.

“Dear, go freshen up and then we will have our dinner and then we can…. And from now on call me Asha, not auntie” she told me as the service guy disappeared behind the door. She then went and locked the door.

“Yes, Asha” giving her a small peck on her cheek I went to bathe. She was waiting for me on the bed as I came from the bathroom in just my towel.

This is how it all happened; and here I am sitting near my semi-naked auntie on the couch drinking liquor with her and expecting to fuck her before the day ends.

We finished our dinner in an awkward silence that filled the room with our sexual tensions. After putting the dishes out in front of the room for the room service to pick it up, I went and sat with her on the couch. She came and sat close to me, our bodies touching. Her naked smooth silky skin on mine sent shivers of sensual lust all over my body. She poured more scotch into our glass. Sipping her drink, she gently leaned onto my shoulders. I took my right hand and put it around her, holding her softly in my arms. She looked into my eyes and our lips met. Softly I took her lips into my mouth, her saliva mixing with mine. Our tongues reached into each others. Putting back her glass she stroked my hard straining cock over my boxers. My hands reached behind her and gently caressed her back.

Braking away from the slow sensual kiss she stood in front of me. She removed my boxers. I leaned back to the couch into a relaxing posture. She then kissed the tip of my cock lightly and giving it a tight squeeze she climbed on to my lap. I held her with both my hands and pulled her to me. My erect cock was nestled in between her thighs touching her panties that covered her treasure. I started to explore her face with my tongue and gradually went to her neck. She moaned in pleasure. She arched herself into me as my tongue reached into her ample cleavage. I unclasped her bra hooks and freed her beautiful round firm breasts. I started to suck on her left tit at first and then on the other. My right hand went down her back and into her panties. My fingers reached onto her pussy lips and started exploring the valley in a circular motion. Her moans started to grow louder and she thrust her panty covered pussy on to my dick that was straining with pleasure.

Moving back up my tongue explored her ears, licking its insides. She burst into a fit of giggles. I inhaled in the intoxicating scent of her smooth curly hair. She bent over and kissed the nape of my neck.

I pushed her back and looked into her eyes which were yearning with carnal desire. I gently took the sexy curvaceous but slim frame of her body into my hands and walked over to the bed. I gently laid her on the bed and climbed on top of her. My hard dick was now poking at her flat smooth abdomen. Kissing her neck my mouth went on to attack her boobs passionately. bursa escort bayan I then moved down kissing all over her body and stopped at the elastic band of her panties. After kissing her already wet pussy over the panties, I removed it entirely. Now we were both fully naked. Her pussy was a neatly shaven haven, just as I liked it to be. I wet down between her thighs and started to lick the entire length of her bald magical snatch. After few moments I concentrated my work on her clitoris. She thrust her pussy up into my mouth for more pleasure. She pushed my head down and held me tightly there. I licked the outer side of her pee hole which made her climax for the first time with me.

“Arun, I need you inside me now. Please don’t make me wait any more” she pleaded. I too was not in a mood to wait and so I took my hard excited cock in my hands and guided it into her wet waiting snatch. With a slow and soft thrust I entered her fully. She gasped with delight. I remained in her without any moment for a few seconds and then started to thrust gently to and fro in her. My thick cock filled her fully. She tightened her pussy around my dick for more sexual gratification. Her second orgasm was building and I too felt my climax building. I looked into her eyes and I could see her love and desire for me in there. At that moment we climaxed together. After discharging my full load in her lovely snatch and kissing her forehead softly, I rolled over her and lay on my back near her. A satiated smile crossed across or faces and we hugged each other intensely.

After few hours of sleep, I woke up to sound of Asha getting up from the bed. I switched on the bed lamp and looked at her questioningly. “I need to pee'” Asha answered. I checked the clock and it was 2 AM.

“Please, may I watch” I asked her. “I always wanted to see a woman pee; may I” I inquired. I was hoping against hope that she would agree, as I looked at her waiting for an answer.

She smiled and added “You are very naughty. I am okay if that is what you want.” She went to the toilet to pee. I went behind her watching the swaying form of her beautiful round bums. She sat on the commode and started to pee. I went near her and knelt in front of her. She smiled and brushed her hand through my hair. I looked eagerly at her pee hole and the gushing stream of pee. Few droplets of her urine splashed on to my chest as it hit the edge of the commode. I liked the feel of her hot yellow water on my skin. At last it came to an end, it was indeed a beautiful view for me. I leaned on to her and kissed the underside of her beautiful boobs. She smiled and kissed my forehead and held my face between her breasts. I broke the embrace and catching her bums I pulled her towards me. I kissed the sides of her pussy and then inhaled the smell of her pee in. I moved my mouth to her pee hole and licked clean what little droplet of her remaining urine.

“Oh…” she cooed with pleasure and excitement. “You like the taste of my pee, you mischievous nephew of mine” she playfully added. She was now trembling with her eventual orgasm.

“Asha, I think I love even your pee” I expressed my excited state and started putting the tip of my tongue inside her pee hole for more of her juices. She loved every inch of my tongue in her pee hole. She thrust her pussy upward in extreme pleasure. I then stood up and announced that I need to take a leak. But she just sat there without moving an inch. I warned her that if she didn’t move, I will bathe her in my piss. She challenged me and in no time I was peeing on her boobs and smooth flat stomach. She took hold of my semi hard cock and directed my urine to her pussy. Then when it was over she engulfed her mouth on my cock and sucked out the balance urine. She began a slow blowjob at first taking my now hard dick fully into her mouth. Then I started fucking her mouth passionately enjoying the sensation of her lovely mouth and the sensational tongue work she was giving me. I came in no time; she took the entire load with rather great sexual thirst. A great sense of sexual satisfaction is the only emotion I could see in her at that moment.

We then washed each other and went to sleep. We slept in each others arms peacefully for many hours. We then woke up and made love to each other this time very tenderly before putting ourselves through the morning chores.

Asha was set to fly back that evening, but she called her agent and rescheduled her flight for the morning next day.

We let ourselves enjoy each others companionship the entire time we had before she left to Australia, making love in between many lustful fucking sessions. And without waking me up she left to the airport in the morning.

I woke up to the sensation of a soft hand stroking my hard cock. When I looked, it was a small but beautiful frame of a woman in maid’s dress who was stroking me; her other hand was inside her panties. görükle escort She backed off the movement I woke up. I looked at her body eagerly, memory of Asha coming to me in a flash. I was fully naked entirely exposing my manhood to the maid. She was standing there fear in her eyes, waiting for my reprimand. The maid was beautiful, but not as beautiful as Asha. She was of smaller size, a thin short frame. Her maid’s gown reached only to her knees. She was trembling with embarrassment and fear.

She was Nazreen, a regular cleaning staff of the hotel. She is of 25 years of age and comes from a nearby colony. She was not fair but not too dark either. Her breasts were small but round. Her ass was her real feature that attracted me most.

She had seen the door to my room unlocked and ventured in. She then saw me lying fully naked on my back showing a hard morning cock. While enquiring about her I never gave thought to cover myself with any cloth and my hard on was still prominently displayed. And all the while her gaze was fixed on my thick hard cock. I sat up on the bed and took her hand in mine and asked her to sit down. She anxiously sat on the edge of the bed. “Nazreen, do you like my cock” I asked her looking into those beautiful eyes. She nodded in assent. “It’s all yours if you want” I added. She seemed surprised at my response. Knowing that I will not succeed, I was searching for Asha in her.

She smiled nervously back at me. My cock subsided to a semi-hard state by this time. I took her hand and placed on my dick. She looked into my eyes searching for something. I guessed that she wanted more assurance from me. I reached forward and kissed her on her forehead to assure her that I too wanted it. “Nazreen, please do lock the door and come back if you want this. You are free to go, if you don’t. I won’t hurt you or force you” I softly told her. She stood up and went to the door. For a moment I thought she wouldn’t come back, but she locked the door and came back. I was thrilled and my cock was coming back to life. Nazreen came and sat next to me on the bed and took my cock in her hand. She slowly stroked my cock to full mast. She then stood up and removed her gown. She had no bra on. She wore cotton pink panties. Kneeling in between my spread out legs she took my cock in her mouth. Her small mouth couldn’t fully engulf my cock. But she seemed to know what she did, because within no time I came in her mouth. She gulped down most of the load, but some spilled through the sides of her mouth.

She seemed happy and I felt that she liked sucking cock. I reached and took hold of her shoulders and laid her on my chest. She was so light; I could easily lift her up like a paper. Her erect tits pressed into my chest. The sensation was wonderful. My now soft dick lay under her pantie covered pussy. I kissed hard on her lips and she opened her mouth to allow my tongue in. She was really enthusiastic and soon I was to find that she was a tigress in the bed. She bit my lips and chewed in my lower lips into her mouth. All this brought my dick to a semi-hard state. I laid her on her back and went to her boobs and started to suck on her tits. She screamed in pleasure. My hands reached down and removed her panties. She had a neatly trimmed public hair. Putting her between my legs and reaching to her face I placed the tip of my cock on her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked on my hard cock. After few seconds I took out the cock from her mouth. She seemed disappointed.

Then I went down to her thighs, firstly kissing her inner thighs my fingers reached into her pussy. She started to squirm in sexual joy. I put my tongue into her pussy which was already wet in anticipation and tasted her for few minutes. Without wasting any more time I guided my dick into her love hole. Though she was small in frame, her pussy engulfed my dick almost entirely without much difficulty. I started stroking in and out of her. Gradually I increased my speed. She thrust back in unison with my thrusts. She came twice before I emptied my load into her eager pussy. I kissed softly on her lips and then on her forehead and lay on her side. She then took my cock that was covered with our combined love juices and sucked on it. She made it hard again and kissed the tip lovingly. Nazreen sat on my dick impaling the full length of it into her pussy. She fucked my cock with great wanton hunger. The pleasure taking over her pain, she hit her third orgasm. I felt my release hitting her insides. Totally spent she collapsed on to my chest, my dick still inside her. After few hours of sleep we bathed together. I gave her 1,000 rupees as a token of appreciation. Saying thank you she gave a soft kiss on my lips. She then left the room with a satisfied smile.

Lying back on my bed, I saw a note on the bed lamp table. It was from Asha. It read;

“Arun, you are a wonderful lover. I would have loved if this lasted longer. Come to me in Australia. I will be waiting… Yours Asha…”

N.B.: I have left you a gift… Do enjoy but don’t hurt her, my love…

I couldn’t believe; Nazreen was Asha’s gift to me. I smiled and got up to pack my bags for the return journey. Already my heart was planning my relocation to Australia.

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Convincing Me Pt. 10

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You know the best way to wake up? It’s waking up as you cum; especially when your orgasm is in appreciation of the best efforts from the world’s most beautiful woman. It truly was a glorious day.. My mind-blowing orgasm and the following tongue fucking I bestowed upon the birthday girl in shower before we ate a platter of all of T’s favorite breakfast food from mom’s kitchen was only the beginning of what turned out to be one of the best days of our lives.

“But I don’t think Tammy’ll be able to make it. She said she has other plans tonight,” Leah said when I told her about the surprise birthday party.

“Yeah, about that.. she had made plans with me. But I didn’t know it was her birthday.. Now that I do, I want to throw her a party..”

She looked at me like I ran over her dog with a car. “WHAT? She’d rather spend her birthday studying or whatever it is that you two do, than partying with her friends?”

“Look.. It’s not like she wanted to ditch you or anything.. I had begged her for a favour..Anyway it’s not important anymore. Please just come? You can sort everything with her after the party.. Do it for the birthday girl.. Please?”

For a moment she looked doubtful, but then said, “Fine-“

“Thank you”

“Hold on. Don’t think I don’t know something is up. She quit being the head cheerleader, dumped Jock and is now with some douche bag who doesn’t want to be seen with her. If I hear you have something to do with all this..that you are forcing her to do things she doesn’t want to.. Blackmailing her.. I swear on Prada, I will make your life miserable. High School may be over soon, but internet lives forever.”

I was taken aback by her loyalty. It seemed as if I had misjudged Tamara’s friends almost as much as I did her. “Sure Leah. I’ll hand you my ass myself if I do anything to hurt her.” I tried for a goofy smile. She nodded curtly and left with, “I’ll let everyone know. Just text me the details”.

I called in some favors with my former employers at Café Claytopia and booked their party hall for a cheap rate; if spending three-quarters of your total savings can be called cheap. Dina, the manager there promised to decorate the place tastefully without going all out.

Now that all of that was done, I had to get to the difficult part, the awkward part. How do you invite your secret girlfriend’s closeted ex-boyfriend to a birthday party in which you are planning to come out?

“Hey Jock..”

“What do you want, fuckface?”

With every ounce of willpower I ignored the juvenile insult.

“I am throwing a party at Claytopia for Tamara’s birthday and I thought you might like to come.”

“Why? We broke up.”

“I know, but I know she would like for you to be there..”

He came dangerously close to me, “Why would you say that? She say anything to you?”

“No.No.. She really cares for you and think she’d like to maintain friendship with you.. Please try to make it.. by 6.00..”

I walked away before I said or did anything stupid.

“Hey.. Where are you?” I texted Tamara after the fiasco with Jock.

“Im jst lvng cls. Wnna frshn up b4 our date. be at ur plce around 5.00. Ok?”

“Sure. But do you really have to go home?”

“YES! Plus I need to get our spl toy 4 tonite.” I blushed at the thought.

“Okay. Make it fast. I’ll miss you.”

“:D:* thts the first tym uve said that to me. <3 u" I couldn’t stop the shit-eating grin that covered my face all the way home. I had just finished showering and changing into a shirt that T loved and jeans that fit me so perfectly, I almost caught myself modelling in front of the mirror, when I heard the doorbell ring. “Hey..” I stopped short. I’m still not sure if the angel sent to save my soul was standing at my doorstep or the devil that came to damn bursa escort my soul to hell and beyond.. Truth be told, I didn’t care either way.

The red material plastered to all the curves and valleys of her goddess-like body, stopped in the middle of her thighs, that I couldn’t wait to wrap around my neck. Her shapely legs were fitted into high heel leather boots that I wanted to take my time removing. Those glorious D cups were pushed out of the barely containing low-cut dress that left little to the imagination. Her face was devoid of any make-up except for the red hot lipstick and back eye-liner.

“We could cancel the date, if you had other plans..” That snapped my attention back. I had to shake my head, literally shake it, to collect my thoughts.

I moved forward and ran my tongue over her plump lower lip before whispering, “Oh.. How I wish.. But for now, let’s go on that date.”

I said before locking the door behind us.

As she parked her car under my instructions, she asked, “So, this is where we are having our first date.”

“You seem disappointed.”

“I’ve got to say, I thought you might choose a restaurant.. Mostly because this is where everyone from school hangs out and I thought you would want privacy.. I would have preferred to have a date where we could actually behave like a couple, not somewhere you are not even going to let me hold your hands.” She might have seen my mood darken. “It’s fine. I’ll take what I can get. Come on, drama queen. Let’s get on with the date. But just so you know, when I take you out, we are going to have a romantic date, not a coffee date like friends”.

I gave her a slight smile and got out of the car.

Dina saw us and escorted us to a “special table reserved for us”,which happened to be inside the dark party hall.

“Happy Birthday,” went the whole crowd as the light came on.

Tamara seemed truly surprised and I’m afraid not in good way. At least she was happy when she got gifts from her friends and saw that my parents were present too. I don’t know how she managed it, but my mother had even talked Maria and other employees from the Rivera household into coming as well.

It seemed like Jock was a no-show.

“You don’t seem very pleased,” I told T when I got a moment alone with her. “Did you not want this?”

“I wanted to go on a date with my girlfriend.. Somewhere I could be myself with you. I wanted you to myself and I wanted to enjoy myself without having to constantly fear that you would let go off my hand when someone we know walks in..”

“Tamara..”

“No, let me finish. I know it must have taken a whole lot of effort on your part to arrange this and I appreciate it. But I am very pissed off at what you have done, squandering what you promised me. I don’t want to say anything I will regret so just give me some space”.

“T..please listen..”

She didn’t. She walked away as I helplessly watched.

I walked around the party I threw to make my love happy, pretending to interact with people whose company I thought would make my love happy, while nursing a heart burn. How do I make this right? When it comes to Tamara it is almost as if I am an imbecile.

“What the fuck are you saying?” I could hear Tamara’s voice from the washroom from outside.

“I’m saying you loved him once, you can do it again. Sticking with him is the best chance for you to get back your reputation.. He’s ready to work it out, aren’t you Jock?” I associated the voice with Leah’s.

“Oh, is that right? Sure you want me with all my anatomy back, Jock?”

“Say that again bitch, and I will end you.”

I was in there in a flashlight. “Let her go Jock, or I will break your nose, I swear.”

His hand on her body, the one that I started to think of as mine, was making me see red.

“They bursa escort were meant to be together. That’s how it works, Mandy, you don’t know how it works. They will be prom King and Queen..” Leah really needed to shut up.

“And then what? That’s how it ends? What happens to me after high school? I am stuck with someone who doesn’t love me and I don’t love, I can never love?” asked T.

“Tell me one good reason you can’t love him?”

“Because she loves me.” I blurted. Everything fell silent.

So, I am out, I thought. Jock let go off my hand and stared at me.

I don’t remember anything from the surroundings at that point. But I remember the swirl of emotions and for some reason a whirlwind of the colour yellow surrounding me as I walked towards the party hall, with Tamara at tow. I vaguely remember counting the two other pairs of footsteps right behind us.

I grabbed the mike from a cheerleader who was giving a soulful rendition of “Perfect” by Pink and looked pointedly at the guy handling the karaoke bar. He turned it off soon enough.

“I am in love with the birthday girl and I don’t want to hide it anymore.” I said before collecting the said girl’s curvaceous body into my arms and placing one of those passionate kisses you only see in movies on her mouth, which she enthusiastically reciprocated after only a moment’s pause. We went at it, forgetful of where we were, until I heard a sudden slamming of a plate.

I looked up just in time to see Maria walking out. The rest of the party was too stunned to react until my dad whistled in appreciation. I could see T was still reeling from that kiss.

There were a few disgusted looks, but mostly cheers, especially from the guys, who were chanting for us to kiss again.

Jock looked at us with what I hoped was a glimmer of hope, before his eyes searched the room. Ethan was not at the party, I remember thinking. He looked at me and nodded before running off in the direction of the exit.

Leah looked like she would either faint or puke soon, but before I had to bother about either of those scenarios her cheerleader friends escorted her out.

After making a mental note of all the reactions and dramatic exits, I finally looked the wonderful woman who was still snuggled against me, staring into my eyes. “You came out..” she whispered.

“I did..” I smiled.

“Is it because of what I said? I am really sorry… I didn’t mean to push you.”

“Do you see me complaining? And no, this whole party was as much of a coming out party for me as it was a birthday party for you.”

“Really? Now I feel even more terrible.”

“Don’t.. I feel awesome. I get to do this whenever I want.” With that I kissed her again, hard. I’m sure by this point her lipstick was smeared all over my face.

“Hey lovebirds.. We’re leaving. Hope you can find your way home.”

I reluctantly left those life-affirming lips and told my dad we would.

“We are proud of you, both of you..” My mom hugged us before parting.

“So…” I started.

“So..?”

“You want to have that date I promised you, now that everyone has left, or do you have something for me in that huge purse of yours?” I leered.

“Why, whatever do you mean? I just have a lip balm, this compact and wait, what is this? A phallic object I have no idea how to maneuver.” She bit her lips.

I pulled it out of her mouth using my teeth and spoke into her mouth, “you naughty girl.”

She suddenly pulled me by hands and walked me out.

We ran into Dina. “So you gay, huh?”

“Yeah..”

“Doesn’t mean you’re let off from cleaning the room. Come back tomorrow.”

“Sure Dina. Thanks..” I hugged her.. “For everything.” She hugged me back tighter before letting go.

“I didn’t know bursa eskort you still worked here.”

“I don’t… She offered me a discount on the rates if I cleaned up afterwards.”

Tamara drove her car to a secluded spot and parked it.

“What are we doing here?”

“It’s a fantasy of mine to have sex under the moonlight.”

“Are you kidding me? What if someone drives by?”

“The fear of getting caught is half the thrill.”

“What about the other half?”

“That’s all you, baby. Now shut that sweet mouth of yours, head to the backseat and get undressed.”

“No.. I want to play with you, you look so sexy in that dress.”

“No!”

I gave her my best dejected puppy dog eyes.

“I’ll wear it another day and you can take your sweet time unwrapping it and playing with me. Today..” she tugged my lower lip with her teeth, “you are my birthday present”. With that, she pushed my seat backwards and clambered over me.

There was nothing I could do to muffle the helpless moans that escaped me as she relished me. My throat exposed itself for further assaults and resulting hickies.

My skin burned wherever she touched and the rest of my body burned in anticipation of her touch.

After an excruciatingly long time, she had unbuttoned my shirt in its entirety and stared greedily at my breasts that threatened to poke someone dead. She twisted them both as I bucked. Her dilated pupils were focused on my face as it cringed and creased in tune with her nipple play.

“Shift to the backseat,” she commanded. As soon as I obeyed she was pulling my jeans down, kissing her way over every inch of exposed skin. “Do you know how much these skin-huggers tantalized me today? Even when I was mad at you, I wanted to rip them off of you and worship these legs.”

I looked at her; really, looked at her. In her frenzied state, one of her breasts had popped out, while the other was threatening to do so at any given moment. Her dress was hiked up to her hips, exposing her commando state. Her lipstick was smeared and her previously combed hair was disheveled. She looked perfect and she was mine.

A new wave of pleasure hit me and a hoarse voice I barely recognized as my own begged, “Please fuck me. Take me any way you want. I want to be your object of pleasure.”

She looked at first with surprise, then adoration that swiftly dissolved into passion. She pulled out the vibrator and turned it on. As the thick red rubbery rod slightly shivered in her palm, so did I.

She looked at me tantalizingly before licking it. I watched with half-closed eyes as she slowly inserted it into my vagina. Nothing we had ever done had prepared me for this feeling.

Tamara watched me in awe as I bucked against the vibrator in her hand. She put her free hand between her legs and started rubbing against her bald pussy, as my slightly hairy one, as per T’s demand, got continuously pounded by the rubber.

It was to the sight of Tamara screaming out my name and coming that I squirted all over her.

As she lay down over me, covering us both with a blanket she had packed, she said, “You still haven’t told me you love me.”

“What do you mean? I just announced it front of all your friends… and some of mine.”

“Technically, you told them, not me.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, in fact I may be a little pissed at you that you told all of them before you told me,” she said with a smug smile.

“We can’t have that, can we?” I lifted her chin and kissed her again.

“I love you, Tamara. I love you more than I can put to words. And you better get used to hearing it, cos I’m planning to say it as much as can, for as long as I can.”

She looked at me with affection, pecked my chin and said, “No you’re not.. I am going to have to beg to get you to say I love you every time. But that’s okay darling, I’ll say it for the both of us. Besides, I wouldn’t have you any other way,” she said.

“Way to ruin the moment,” I said wrly before my mouth was claimed for more pressing matters.

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FOREWARNING: The story that follows is a BDSM scene between a butch and a femme. The word “cock” is used multiple times, but always in reference to a strap-on. So please don’t get your panties in a bind.

***

{HER}

In a mostly-darkened room, you’re on your knees on a folded quilt. I’m standing in front of you in jeans but no shirt. You’re looking up at me as I gaze at your face, letting my fingertips brush across your lips before reaching down and twisting your hair into my fist.

Deliberately, I control the direction of your head, listening to your soft whimpers. Pulling upwards, which forces your eyes to travel from my face, down my bare chest, across my stomach, and then finally straight-on at the obvious bulge in the crotch of my jeans. Forwards now, causing you to brush your lips against that bulge. Then backwards while I unbutton my jeans and lower my zipper.

I love it when you bite that bottom lip. It makes me growl. “Remember how you said you wanted a sweet treat? Well, you’ve been such a good girl.”

Grinning, I watch your hands clench and unclench when I reach into my boxer briefs to pull out my strap-on cock. Once free, I reach for the bottle of chocolate syrup on the table and begin to drizzle it along the length until I’m satisfied. Gripping your hair still, I pull your lips to the head and move my cock from side to side, smearing the sauce over your mouth.

“Lick it off.”

I watch while your tongue slips out, twirling around the head. I can feel you attempting to pull yourself forward, but I give your hair a sharp yank and grin at the whimpering sound you make. I lick my own lips at how your tongue hungrily laps at the dark sweetness dripping off the head of my cock. Feeling something deep inside me twitch at the sight.

Finally, I guide your lips so very slowly down one side until you reach the open zipper of my jeans. God, you look so fucking hot lapping at my chocolate-glazed cock. Controlling your every move with my fist in your hair. When I see you’ve gotten most of the chocolate off that side, I guide your sugary-coated lips to the other, repeating the motions.

It takes every bit of control I have not to turn you around and push your face towards the ground with one hand between your shoulder blades. Holding you down and in place, the other gripping your hip as I slide deep into that soaked pussy.

Once I see the other side is reasonably cleaned off, I guide your tongue to the underside starting at the base. “Lay your tongue flat on my cock, girl.”

At your obedience, I tug your hair again, forcing your tongue to drag along the underside until you reach the tip. I pull your face away from my cock. When you lick your lips, I drizzle some more syrup round the head and along the length. I can feel you trembling, your eyes never leaving my crotch.

“Place your hands on my hips.” At the feeling of your fingers gripping my upper thighs, reaching higher, I tell you, “Look at me, baby girl.”

Your eyes meet mine.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth now. If you need to stop, tap my leg twice. Do you understand?”

You start to nod, but a yank to your hair stops it.

“Say it.”

“Yes. I will tap your leg twice, Syr.”

I give a small smile. “Good girl. Open your mouth.”

You lick your lips and obey.

Pulling your head towards me, I watch my cock slide between those sexy lips. Not for the first time, I wish my cock was real so I could see if the feeling was as good as the visual.

Holding your head in place by your hair, I begin to fuck that mouth with slow, shallow thrusts.

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{me}

My mind has gone to that special place of ecstasy it always does when we’re together. Sub space, you call it. When I’m not cuddled up against your warm body, it’s the place I prefer to be with you. I can feel you…smell you…hear you. Like you’re inside of me—part of me—yet outside of me, too. And I feel weightless.

Today, I feel the same, although all of my weight is perfectly centered while I kneel before you, letting you fuck my mouth. Because I am the one in control. I trust you, therefore I have handed the power of me over to you. And only you.

Your hands are tight in my hair. Gentle yet dominating. I can feel your fingers clenching and releasing against my scalp just as mine are doing on your upper thighs. Beneath me, my knees are spread wide, my pussy bared to the cooler air of the room. Pulsing. Weeping. My breasts ache for attention as well above, bouncing from my attempts to breathe steadily through my nose while my body jars slightly at each thrust from you. And further up, my eyes are on yours. My peripheral vision catches the clenching of your jaw. How your own chest heaves.

You finally give me a break and pull out. The absence of your cock between my lips makes me whimper. Your grin is mischievous yet understanding. You know exactly what you do to me. A caress of your fingers bursa otele gelen escort down my cheek makes me close my eyes…press into your touch. I love your touch, wherever it is on my body, but especially on my face. It reminds me that no matter what you do to me, you care.

Without a word, you help me lie back on the quilt. I watch through half-lidded eyes while you undress and your gaze travels down my body from tit to clit. I follow your tongue as you lick your lips. Mirroring you with my own tongue on my lips.

I moan when you reach for the syrup bottle again. Shivers ensue while you drizzle the chocolate from the cleft of my pussy all the way up to the valley between my heaving breasts. Circling each swollen mound in ever-widening arcs. I can’t stop worrying my lower lip. And then my body arches in a gasp when your mouth descends. I can’t see it, but I can definitely feel your teeth then your lips enclose my clit. Then I’m panting at your tongue lapping at my skin on your ascent to my chocolate-covered breasts, my nipples hard at the center, like a cherry topping a Papa Bear sundae.

Once you’ve reached your goal, I finally get mine as well. Your hands envelop each breast, squeezing and caressing while your tongue teases and suckles your prize. Our moans combine, and my legs spread wider, accommodating you. I can feel your cock resting against my pussy, which is sopping by now. You know it, because you grin against my breast, nipping with your teeth, teasing me by moving your hips so the cockhead sweeps against my swollen lips…pressing slightly but never enough.

When I reach to bury my fingers in your hair, you gather my wrists above my head and hold me still. Teasing me more down below. But giving me some respite by kissing me hard, your tongue taking control of my mouth now. Beneath you, I whimper…writhe…sink deeper into that space.

You suddenly release me, flipping me onto my stomach. Gasping, I know to get on my knees and bring them up and apart as far as possible. Before I can even take a deep breath once I’m in position, you push my face into the quilt. One hand presses between my shoulder blades, holding me down. The other grips my hip while you slide into my soaked pussy for a few strokes, digging deep before pulling all the way back and starting over again.

I can still taste the remnants of chocolate sauce from your kiss…sucking your cock. The same cock that just backed off and is now ever-so-slowly plunging into me from behind with the same shallow thrusts that you did to my mouth only minutes ago. I moan at the way you leave me wanting.

The heat of your body combines with mine. Sweat on sweat. You increase and decrease your speed, taking me to the brink each time but not letting me topple over.

I bite my lip to quell my cries. It’s right there. I can almost feel it. Clawing at the quilt now, I whimper, “Please, Syr! Please!”

“Yes, baby girl?” Your fingers on my hip and upper back flex, gripping and pressing harder.

“Please, Syr! May I come?”

“Well, you have been a good girl…” you say, but you don’t let up on stroking into me. Teasing me. Torturing me. Pleasing me.

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{HER}

My fingers dig into your hip and between your shoulder blades for just a moment as I feel another shiver crawl up my spine at the sound of your whimpering pleas. Gritting my teeth…growling, I pick up the pace of my thrusting. Looking down to see the unbelievably sexy sight of the cock disappearing into your pussy, only to reappear coated with your cream.

Over and over I thrust. Going deeper with each inward push. Feeling my own pussy swell and begin to leak while I hungrily feast my eyes on the beautiful sight below me.

Coming back to the moment, I realize you’re asking…no, pleading to come.

I can feel the tremors beneath your sweat-soaked skin causing my own pussy to clench yet again. Leaning over you while I continue to pound, the strap smacks your ass cheeks every time I bottom out.

“Come for me. Come all over my cock,” I growl to you when I release my hold on your upper back. Only to bring my hand back then down in a sweeping arch. Landing my palm squarely on your ass cheek with a loud slap just as I feel the first violent shiver course through your body at my words.

You scream my name. Cussing it.

“That’s it, baby girl. Let it all out…”

I grunt, keeping the cock seated deep inside you while you ride through your orgasm. My only movement being a slow, circular grind of my hips to keep the cockhead moving inside your spasming pussy. Fighting to control my own need for the moment. Panting while I watch you writhe beneath me. Letting my fingertips glide over your sweat-covered skin, I smile softly at your body involuntarily twitching when my fingers find an especially sensitive spot.

Slowly pulling back when your body begins to calm, I watch the cock slide out with a soft, wet sound. I lick my lips at the sight of your pussy hole gaping escort bayan then clenching, begging to be filled again.

Growling, I reach down and gently turn you over onto your back, unsnapping the buckles to the strap before I lower myself down beside you. Pull you flush with my own body. I can feel your heartbeat pounding just beneath your skin. Your panting breath against my small chest.

With a smile, I lay a kiss against your sweaty forehead and murmur, “Such a good girl.”

Another kiss follows my words of praise. My smile widens when I feel you squirm against me, burying your face against my neck. Tightening my arms around you, I throw one leg over your hip to cocoon you even more.

Even though I can feel my own wetness coating my thighs—the pulsing of my pussy—I’m determined to make you relaxed and comfortable for this moment.

It’s your first time, after all…eating another woman. So far, I’ve only pleasured you. Because you deserve it as my submissive. But tonight?

A slow grin spreads across my lips at that thought, and I place another kiss against your sweaty, dampened hair. I feel more than hear you inhale deeply. Releasing your ragged breath against my neck. An involuntarily shiver causes my muscles to twitch at the sensation.

My fingers ache to claim you again, to show you so much more. Your squirming body slows but never completely stops moving. With every contact of our skin, I grow hungrier to push you to the next level. Suddenly, I feel those lips—so soft and full—slide across the skin of my neck. Growling, I stretch, forcing my thigh in between yours. Letting my hands caress your curves while I press up into your heat. Loving the way you instinctively grind your pussy on my leg.

“Keep that up, and you’ll be getting more then you expected.”

At the sound of your moan, I lose it. Gripping your hair and pulling your lips to mine, I kiss you intensely. Easing you onto your back. Coming up for air only to see that mischievous glint in your eyes that had drawn me in from the first moment you’d said “hello.”

Arching my brow, I trace my finger along your bottom lip only to feel your wet tongue slide along the tip of my finger. “Fucking tease. You sure you want to test me?”

I am mesmerized by the sight and feel of your tongue lightly licking and sucking now while you undulate your hips, grinding harder against my thigh.

Your lips turn up into a soft grin, and you whisper around my finger, “Bring it,” giving my finger a good suck to drive home your dare.

Growling louder, I pull my hand away. Skimming the pads of my fingers over your skin on their downward journey, barely touching you. Licking my lips at the way you squirm and twitch when they hit a particularly sensitive spot. I can feel your quickening breaths, soft pants interspersed with whimpers that cause my pussy to spasm. Finally, I reach my destination.

With a grin, I watch realization dawn on your face that I’m not letting up with my thigh. That instead, I’m easing two of my fingers into my own wet pussy.

Closing my eyes for a moment, I slide my fingers deeper inside, clenching them with a groan. But my eyes shoot open when I feel your hands fisting my short hair, pulling my lips to yours.

You kiss me deeply. Almost with desperation, it seems, because your hips pick up speed…your pussy coating my thigh with your slick fluids now.

I get lost in the moment, immersing myself in the different sensations. Your lips and tongue against my own. The damp heat of your pussy against my thigh. My fingers slowly fucking myself while my muscles clench on them. The sounds of our moans and wet pussies filling the air around us.

Finally, I pull back to gasp for much-needed oxygen, spasming around my fingers when I hear you whimper in protest.

Your eyes are so glazed with desire, I nearly come right then.

Sliding my slickened fingers from my pussy, I brush them against your bottom lip. Groaning while I watch your tongue instinctively lick up the wetness left there. God, you’re so sexy when your eyes go wide with surprise then dark with need.

Pressing my wet fingers to your lips, I slide them into your mouth when you open for me. Growling at the feeling of your tongue eagerly lapping and sucking my cream clean.

“Fuck!” Taking a deep breath, my exhale comes out as an animalistic growl. The beast aching to break free. But not yet. It’s time for something more important. “I’m going to straddle your face, and you’re going to lick me until I cum, girl.”

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{me}

My brain is floating in a sea of bliss. The semi-darkness of the room aids in the surreal atmosphere. I have sensations, but they are distorted. I feel…ethereal. No control over my body.

Your words—your sounds—they guide me, like a master directing a puppet.

I know I’m still on my back, but your fingers at my mouth disappear. The pressure between my legs is gone, as well, making me whimper. Your soft chuckle reverberates mudanya escort in my head and travels downward. My neck arches in response, my jaw dropping with a gasp. The sound settles in my chest.

Slight dampness touches my belly before your knees brush my arms at my sides. My breasts heave at your command finally registering between my ears. Then heat—slightly spicy in scent—caresses my chin. My tongue flickers out, grazing your swollen lips.

I smile drowsily at your “fuck!” and then whimper at the sudden absence of the heat.

I don’t need to be fully cognizant to know you’re kneeling over my face…straddling me just as you said you would. My hands automatically reach up, finding your thighs. Sliding up the outsides, barely touching your skin—just like you did to me minutes earlier—while the heat returns. Disappears again.

In my addled brain, I know you’re fucking with me. Probably grinning yourself. Enjoying my reactions.

The heat returns once more but stays this time. Your legs tremble, touching my palms. I grip your thighs finally, feeling goosebumps prickling your skin. I can feel you rocking forward, hearing your gasps when I lash out my tongue, dragging it along the length outside of your pussy.

Hands on your ass now, squeezing, pulling you closer to my mouth. Salivating but holding my desire at bay. Somehow finding a surge of clarity, regaining control of my body and mind.

Taking you off guard, I grab your hips again and roll, landing with you down on the quilt now. Your cry of surprise morphs into a low moan when I press your knees apart, licking my lips…my grin wide and mischievous.

“Don’t. Fucking. Move,” I growl.

At your muffled moan, I get up on wobbly legs and head to the fridge.

Your hiss makes me tremble even more. “Fuck, little one. Your ass…mmm.”

I wiggle said ass and glance back at you over my shoulder. You’re biting your lip. I blow you a kiss. Retrieving the desired items in a bowl and placing a hand towel over them, I return to kneel between your legs. Smirking when you start to raise up on your elbows.

“Do I need to restrain you, Syr?”

Your twisted mouth and narrowed eyes indicate you realize I’m topping from the bottom. That you’re considering if you’re going to let me get away with it. For a moment, I don’t think you will. But maybe because it’s my first time, you’re lenient. You give me a quick shake of your head and lie back, seeming to relax…at least a little. Your eyes shift to where my hands move beside me. One eyebrow goes up, your mouth opening.

“Don’t worry. I will be licking you until you cum. I’m just taking a…detour. You do consider me a brat. Wouldn’t want to disappoint.”

The corner of your mouth arches now. You’re rubbing the fingers of your left hand together while your hand rests on the quilt.

That makes me grin wider. I know your tells. You may be on the fence of me topping, but you’re definitely in the zone.

I hold up a bottle and turn it to face you. Caramel sundae sauce with a pointed tip to allow ease of control. At your deep groan…the way your knees sway and your hands now fist at your hips, I close my eyes for a moment. Telling myself I can do this. I lick my lips and swallow…hard. Then I stare at you. The darkness in your eyes that glimmers each time you blink. It makes my chest swell with pride that I can turn you on so much. Especially when I’m in charge.

“No touching, Syr,” I manage to say, though my voice is raspy.

My hands shake when I remove the tiny top and invert the bottle. Circling it over each of your nipples, I draw an expanding curlicue. Then I draw a squiggly line from the top of your cleavage down between your breasts to your belly button. Swirling the sauce there the same as I did on your nipples. Mirroring what you did on me with chocolate syrup.

Your breasts jiggle slightly with each shallow breath. Hands clenching and releasing more now. Lower lip red where your teeth have hold.

At your hips, I make a wide back-and-forth pattern from side to side, getting narrower the closer I get to your mound.

Your hips jerk slightly. “Fucking hell, girl!”

“Don’t mess up my design,” I mumble, feeling my pussy clench, my nipples ache. This is as much torture for myself as it is for you.

Waiting until my hand steadies again, I dribble the bottle’s contents down over your cleft. Spread your lips with my thumb and forefinger. Adding a dollop to your clit.

Setting the bottle aside, I press your knees further apart with my arms and lean down, my knees to my chest. Eyes on your face, I see your tongue flicking at your top lip now. Simulating what you want me to do to you but down below. With a grin, I obey and suck your clit into my mouth, caramel and all.

Your cry of my name as you thrust your hips hard is music to my ears.

A hint of your musky arousal is mixed in with the sweetness of the sauce on my tongue. I have to close my eyes for a moment to swallow. Set my mind straight.

Your mouth is pressed tight when I look at your face again.

I waggle my eyebrows at you and show you my first two fingers on my right hand. Grinning when you lick your lips. But when I lower my hand, I reach into the bowl—out of your eyesight—before maneuvering my hand between your legs.

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On Paige and Hunter’s second anniversary, Paige decides she wants to try something new to strengthen their relationship. Little did Hunter know it wasn’t what he expected.

“Thank you, baby” Cooed Paige, as Hunter held the door for her.

“No, thank you” said Hunter, as he gave her a love tap on her bosom and a kiss on her cheek when she walked through the doorway of Marco’s – the local upscale Italian restaurant.

“I was hoping you were going to wear that dress Paige, it looks amazing on you.” said Hunter as the couple proceeded to their table.

“If you think this looks good on me, wait until later.” whispered Paige, grabbing hold of Hunter’s shoulder to hoist herself up to his ear playfully.

The couple sat down, ordered some drinks and appetizers and talked nostalgically about the two years they have spent together.

“So…I take it you have a little plan for tonight Paige.” said Hunter as he sipped his drink.

“I might, I might not!” chuckled Paige

Hunter leaned in towards the center of the small table they were seated at and whispered. “Well, I just might have something planned for us as well”

“Oh, really…Care to share?” said Paige playfully.

Hunter felt his dick twitch and slowly start to swell. “I don’t know, it depends if you care to share your plan with me!”

Paiged reached under the table and felt Hunters bulge through his pants, she knew what he was hoping for tonight. And she was going to give it to him, all of it.

“Well…” said Paige “I was thinking of trying something new tonight babe, but I really can’t spoil it!”

“Hm, okay. How about this…Rock Paper Scissors. If you win you get to do what you have planned, and if I win I get to do what I have planned”

“I don’t know Hunter, you might not want to gamble with that one sweetie” said Paige as she winked at him from across the table.

Hunter sat back in his chair as his heart rate started to climb, he felt his face start to flush from arousal. “Fuck Paige, you really know how to get me going. We haven’t even had our meals yet for fucks sake!”

Paige leaned back, crossing her legs and raising her wine glass to her lips and said. “Well, what’s it going to be? Are you going to let me show you what I have in store for you, or do you want to be a stupid boy and risk it all with your little game.”

Before Hunter could answer, the waitress arrived with their meals. Chicken Parmigiana for Paige, and Filet Mignon for Hunter.

“Okay, okay…You win I’ll roll the dice and see what my little girl has in store for me”

“Good, I thought so. Oh! That reminds me, I believe I left something of mine in your coat pocket. Can you grab it for me?”

Paige smirked behind the rim of her glass as Hunter reached behind him into the pocket of his jacket that was draped over the ornate wooden chair he was sitting on.

As Hunter slowly reached into his pocket, he felt something metallic. It was a small, round object with what felt like a stem on one side of it leading up to a flat disk-like top.

“Paige, is this what I think it is?! Is this a fucking butt plug? Where did you even get this?!” Hunter whispered energetically as he now knew he made the right decision letting Paige have her way.

“Well I know you’ve been wanting to, you know, for a long time and I’ve decided that tonight is the night baby. So do me a favor and give that to me so I can get myself ready for you.”

Hunter, who at this point is considering pinching himself thinking surely this wasn’t reality, removes the plug from his pocket placing it in his hand tightly and passes it under the table to Paige.

“Are you fucking for real right Sex Hikayeleri now Paige, is this real life or am I dreaming?”

“Oh honey, I promise you this is not a dream.” says Paige as she slides the plug into her purse, stands up and proceeds to the bathroom.

Now in the bathroom, Paige enters a stall and locks it behind her. She pulls her black lace panties down, realizing that they are soaked from the sexual tension between her and her man. She grabs the small, metallic plug with a pink gem on the end of it from her purse and warms it with her hand before slowly running it down herself, making sure to tease each of her nipples with it along the way. As it gets closer to her crotch she feels a hot, tingling sensation flutter from her pussy to her asshole. She felt so dirty, but yet so turned on to be doing this in a public restroom.

As soon as the butt plug reaches her now swollen clit, she can feel it throbbing and pulsing, shooting pleasure up to each of her nipples. She takes the plug and rubs it against her lips to lube it up before she reaches around her backside and plugs her, tight, virgin asshole.

As Paige makes her way back to the table, she can’t help but notice how good the plug feels in her ass. Hopefully her boyfriend’s cock will feel better.

“I’m ready for you.” says Paige

“Babe, I don’t even know if I can finish my meal! I’m so turned on, this is so fucking hot.” said Hunter as he flexes his cock to provide a small relief to the throbbing that has now overcome his groin.

“Eat, you’re going to need the energy.” Paige says seductively.

The couple, now overcome with sexual tension and a weird cross between excitement and anxiety finish their dinner and exit the restaurant. They get in Hunter’s car, and lock eyes.

“Are you sure you really want to do this Paige? I’ve brought it up before and you never were even slightly interested. What made you change your mind?”

“Well, It’s not that I was never interested. It’s just that I’ve never let anyone back there, but I want to give myself to you. Completely.” Paige says seriously as she is looking Hunter directly in his green eyes.

“Fuck Paige, give me a kiss, now.” Hunter leans over the console and kisses Paige, feeling her soft plump lips interlock with his sends a jolt of sensation to his cock.

Paige reaches into Hunter’s pants, and can’t help but notice how much pre-cum is leaking from his swollen cock. “Take me home before we end up fucking right here in this parking lot Hunter”

The couple drove back to their apartment, listening to no music and speaking very little – they didn’t need to – there was so much sexual tension in the air they could taste it.

Once they arrive, Paige stops Hunter shortly after walking through the door and says. “Wait in the kitchen until I call your name, then come to the bedroom.”

Hunter, still convinced he is dreaming but totally okay with it, reaches into his pants to stroke his cock. He is surprised with the amount of precum that has leaked out of him now saturating most of his boxers.

“Okay babe, come here” Paige’s voice echoes from down the hall.

Hunter pulls his hands from his pants, and walks swiftly to their bedroom. As he enters he notices that the lights are dim and Paige is wearing a bright red teddy with crotchless panties. Her nipples are clearly visible and poking through the see-through lace.

Paige looks him in the eyes and says “This stays on the whole time, even my skimpy little panties.”

“Fuck Paige you look so fucking hot, spin around and show me everything.”

Paige smirks, and slowly spins on the tips of her toes. Once her Erotik Hikayeler ass is facing him she slowly crawls onto the bed, arching her back as she now is on her hands and knees. Her entire crotch is open for him to see. “Come here and take this plug out of my tight little virgin ass, but don’t touch my pussy. She’s off limits tonight.”

Hunter makes his way towards the bed, removing his shirt and pants on his way over. Once he gets to her he kneels behind her, placing his hand on the small of her back and pushing her upper body down and her ass up. He slowly traces his finger along her back, down to her ass, he opens his hands and softly grabs a cheek in each hand and whispers to himself “Fuck” as he bites his lip.

He slowly makes his way to the plug, he lightly takes hold of it making sure not to startle his girlfriend. He slowly pulls on the plug and says “Relax baby, i’ll be gentle”

He feels her asshole relax as he continues pulling on the plug, removing it from her slowly to soak in every second of this intense moment. Her crotchless panties ran along each side of her pussy and along each of her ass cheeks with the shiny plug right in between it all, providing Hunter with one of the most attractive views of his girlfriend’s body that he has ever seen. Once the plug is out, he debates making his girlfriend taste it but decides that he had better not push his luck, and places it on the bed. He then reaches for the bottle of lube that Paige has conveniently placed right next to them.

“I want you to play with my tight little hole before you fuck me baby, put some lube on me and touch me.”

Hunter opens the cap to the lube and with his other hand, spreads Paige’s ass. He puts a dollop of lube right on her tight little hole and spreads it around with his finger. He slowly slides his pointer finger around the rim of her rosebud, as he does this he can hear Paige softly moan with pleasure.

He reaches down with his spare hand and strokes his swollen cock, thinking about sticking it in her tight, virgin asshole. As he continues stroking he slowly applies more pressure on her ass with his finger and feels her slowly relax, allowing his finger to penetrate her hole for the first time ever. He is so aroused at this point that his whole pelvic area feels as if it’s on fire.

“Fuck Hunter, that feels really good. Don’t stop, every time you move your finger I feel my pussy throb and beg for attention that it’s not going to get.”

“Thats right baby, let your pussy beg for it while I finger your tight little ass”

Paige moans loudly as her boyfriend continues to finger her ass, as she relaxes he slips another finger in her and feels her ass tense and grip his fingers. Immediately causing him to let out a moan, and another load of precum. He wants to jam his cock in her ass in the worst way, but knows that he needs to be slow and steady if he wants any chance at fucking her ass the way he truly wants to, deep and hard.

“Okay, I’m ready for you to fuck my ass Hunter. I need you to fuck my ass and take my virginity right now.”

Hunter slowly removes his fingers from his girlfriend’s asshole, and when he does he can see that her pussy is swollen and dripping.

Paige turns around, looks Hunter in the eyes and takes the entirety of his cock in her mouth in one motion without breaking eye contact. He can feel her gag but she continues to leave his cock buried in her throat. A few seconds later she pulls her head away, her face is red and his cock is covered in her spit.

“That should be enough lube for you to fuck my ass, dont you think baby?” says Paige.

Hunter doesn’t reply, he can’t Tecavüz Hikayeleri wait any longer. He spins Paige around, takes his spit covered cock and butts it up against her asshole. He lets the tip of his dick sit against her hole and waits to feel her relax, once she does he applies more pressure. The head of his cock slowly slides into her no longer virgin hole and she lets out a deep, sensual moan.

“Oh fuck yes Hunter, take my ass, take it all.” says Paige as Hunter slowly but steadily gives her ass more of his throbbing cock.

Hunter continues to slowly insert his cock into her until he bottoms out and feels his balls make contact with her neglected little pussy, he can’t believe how wet she is from all of this.

“How does it feel for me to fuck your ass baby?” says Hunter.

Paige pulls her head up from the mattress, almost as if she is in a trance and says “It feels so fucking good baby, I want you to fuck my ass as hard and as deep as you want to. It’s yours for the taking.”

She pushes her ass towards Hunter’s body to take him as deep as she can. “Even if it hurts, I’ll sit here like a good little slut while you stretch me out. My pussy wants to be touched so bad and it’s so hot to know that it’s not going to happen, even if I want it”

After Hunter hears Paige say what she did he nearly ejaculates on the spot, thankfully he was able to keep it under control for the time being. He adjusts his body and places both of his hands on Paige’s hips, he pulls his dick almost all the way out of her ass and stops there.

“Are you sure you will be a good little slut for me as I fuck your ass Paige?” Says Hunter as he prepares to fuck Paige how he truly wants to, hard.

“Yes I’ll be a good little slut for you Hunter I promise, use me how you want.” Paige moans.

Hunter now begins to rhythmically thrust his cock in and out of her ass, feeling his balls slap against her wet pussy with each stroke. He cannot believe how tight her ass is. With each stroke he applies slightly more force, until he is fucking Paiges once virgin asshole as hard as he can.

Paige is able to withstand Hunters cock in her ass and to her suprise, it feels really fucking good. With each stroke of his dick she lets out a loud moan and feels an intense wave of hot pleasure radiate from her ass, into her pussy and feels it beginning to escalate.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop Hunter, I think your going to make me come!” Paige moans as her boyfriend fucks her ass as hard as he can. She continues to feel the hot tingling pleasure escalate until It feels like she cant take it anymore.

“Fuck, fuck, dont stop I’m gonna come Hunter!” Paige whimpers as she loses her breath from the intense pleasure that has overcome her. She feels the pleasure peak, and then continues to pulse throughout her whole body as she orgasms from Hunter penetrating her ass. In the midst of this Paige is orgasming so hard that with each contraction her swollen pussy releases a small stream of cum. This has never happened before.

“Oh my god Paige you just fucking squirted! Your going to make me cum, fuck, i’m going to cum in your little ass.” moans Hunter.

Just as Paige’s orgasm subsides, she feels her boyfriend make one final thrust and then leave his cock as deep in her ass as he can while he ejaculates into her. She can feel his hot semen filling her with every pulse of his cock, and it is almost enough to make her have another orgasm.

Shortly after Hunter removes his cock from Paige’s deflowered ass, he feels a warm sensation on his thighs and is confused.

A few seconds later Hunter wakes up, realizing that he had just ejaculated into his underwear. He glances over and sees that his girlfriend Paige is still sleeping, he makes his way to the bathroom and takes a shower, remembering that today is their two year anniversary.

He looks toward the sky and says aloud: “If there is a god, please make my dream come true.”

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