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“What you two tall Gringos doing down here?” a tall slim Latina beauty, dressed loudly in the lilac dresses the bride’s maids were forced to wear, and not looking comfortable doing it, greeted the Harris brothers when they walked to the backyard. She sounded very Barrio.

“Cut it out, Contessa,” Marcus, the bridegroom smirked.

The Harris brothers: Reginald (“call me Reggie”), tall, long red hair and beard, and Nigel, beardless, immaculately short cut light brown hair, also tall, could see the similarities between their old friend and the caustic Chicana, though the woman was darker. Marcus’s father was Scotch/Irish. The heritage of the woman exclusively south of the border.

The brothers also looked related despite their differences in hair style and color. And their characters perhaps reflected in the hair. Reggie boisterous. Nigel more quiet and sly. And yet both would be welcomed at any party. Both being garrulous and charming.

“Contessa?” Reggie remarked.

“Because she think she is,” said Marcus.

“Fuck you cousin,” she said rudely yet tongue in cheek and without the tough Barrio accent. “Connie,” she smiled up at the brothers, lifting her hand to shake. “For Consuela.”

After the brothers introduced themselves and shook hands, an amused if shy blonde woman, much plainer than the woman she hid behind, but even the ugly lilac dress managed to suggest her voluptuousness, stepped forward. “Marcy. Trish’s best friend.” Trish was the bride.

“Speaking of Trish,” said Marcus, and left the four.

“I’m your best friend now,” said Connie. The two ladies giggled. Neither brother understood the humor and must have shown their confusion. “Long story,” Connie shrugged. “Now that Marcus has decided you two are safe with me, perhaps you’d like to catch up? Tequila shots?”

“Show us the way,” Reggie grinned.

She surprised them again, heading out the gate and to the street of lower middle class little houses. East LA. Half a block down, they stopped at a cherry red Camaro deuce coupe. She unlocked the passenger side door, pushed the seatback away and grabbed a paper bag with a bottle inside. “Mescal,” she told them, handing it to Reggie, who took a swig.

“That’s okay,” said Nigel.

“Go ahead, little brother. A swallow won’t hurt.”

“I’m driving.”

“One swig.”

Nigel shrugged and took a swig, handing it off to Marcy, who took a longer one, as did Connie.

“I got to change out of this ugly ass dress,” Connie muttered, moving to the trunk and opening it.

“Grab my bag too?” Marcy asked.

“I’m not going to have another picture in this ugly ass dress.”

“Me either,” Marcy giggled.

“Come on, you two” Connie said. “You must be starved.”

“I could eat something,” Nigel said.

“I could use a beer,” said Reggie before swigging again.

“Take it with us,” said Connie.

“Sure.”

The two ladies dragged small cases on wheels behind them. The brothers followed them to a second, less occupied house. The owners of the two houses related. “Give us a minute,” Connie said. “Or go ahead. You’re hard to miss.”

“See you in a minute.”

“Or so,” Connie laughed. She grabbed the bottle before pulling Marcy into a bedroom, winking at Reggie before shutting the door.

“She likes you,” Nigel said.

“And Marcy likes you,” Reggie smirked.

“She’s okay.”

“You check out her body?”

“Okay. I’m fine with second choice.”

“The Contessa would eat you up and spit you out.”

“She’s definitely intense,” Nigel agreed. “And nothing like Lainey.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”

“Sorry. It’s weird not having her here with you.”

“Well, she did kick me out of our apartment. I think Wayne was ready to kick me out of his I was moping so much. Even his primo hash buds didn’t cheer me up.”

“You going back to Barcelona after this?”

“After we visit with Mom and Grandma in San Diego. It’s a round trip ticket.”

“You’re hoping to reconcile with Lainey?”

“I’ll probably have to find a job first. Being on the dole got old for her. Me too to tell you the truth. Fucking great!” he smiled, heading to a table laden with Taco fixings and tamales. “You always have to go through all those toasts and whatever before you eat. This is how to have a reception.” He grabbed a plate and plopped a tamale on it. Nigel did the same. A metal tub had Dos Equis and Bohemia. Reggie grabbed the former. Nigel found an orange Fanta.

“Wuss.”

“I’m driving,” Nigel reminded his brother.

They settled on a temporary table. Four seats. They looked at a longer table, filled with families of the bride and groom. The groom mostly. His maternal side mostly. In front of it, a small table held a four tiered cake. Both newlyweds looked around, standing near it. Marcus spotted the brothers and rushed over. “Seen the Contessa?”

“Changing,” Reggie gestured towards the second house. “Sounds like it may take a few minutes.”

“Shit. And Marcy’s still with her?”

“Yep.”

“I’ll see if Trish wants to check on them.”

“Or elazığ escort you can just cut the cake.”

“I know, but…” Marcus shrugged and returned to his bride. The tall, pretty blonde shook her head and muttered something and dashed off to the neighbor house. Her bridal dress with the full skirt looked amusing in her rush. As did her obviously bare feet.

But Marcus holding the bridal bouquet uncomfortably was what made Reggie laugh. “I have a feeling the Contessa won’t be catching that, if that’s the problem,” he said.

“And we won’t be catching the garter,” Nigel added.

“Nope.”

It probably took longer than the wedding party wished before the bride, with her two bridesmaids in tow finally emerged. She looked flushed and calmer. Mescal, Nigel figured. The ladies they just met looked much better and more comfortable in summery cotton dresses. Connie looked almost elegant in her burnt orange number, and Marcy looked cute in pastel blue. The dresses also conformed well to their bodies. More curves than expected from Connie, but Marcy confirmed her voluptuous body. Brick shit house came to Nigel’s mind.

Bridesmaids and other young ladies gathered in a group to receive the toss. As predicted, Connie avoided catching it. Marcy didn’t. She caught it. And blushed. Connie punched her lightly and muttered something. Marcy bowed her head.

Both Nigel and Reggie avoided catching the garter. Another cousin of Marcus’s caught it. His girlfriend kissed him, and everyone laughed.

After the cake cutting and the messy offering to each other, people settled down. Champagne was poured and the best man, also a friend of Reggie’s, though less of Nigel’s than Marcus had been, made a hilarious speech. A much more sober and moving one from the groom’s father. Toasts were made. A couple of the older Chicana women, grandmother and great aunt Nigel figured, handed the bride and groom each a Styrofoam to go box. The newlyweds made the rounds, thanking people.

“Sorry I couldn’t hang out with you guys,” Marcus said to the brothers.

“Happy to see you happily married,” said Reggie.

“At least for a day,” Nigel smirked.

“Fuck you, asshole,” Marcus laughed.

“It’s all downhill. I hope you got a prenup.”

“She’d be the one needing it from me. Her family’s fucking rich.”

“So it wasn’t her pretty face.”

Marcus laughed again, along with Reggie, before he wandered off to the next person.

“It’s amazing the bride’s family came to the Barrio for this,” said Reggie.

“The limo’s for them. To make their escape.”

“Probably.”

“Great minds,” said Connie, tapping Reggie’s bottle of Dos Equis with hers. She also had a tamale on her plate, as did Marcy. But Marcy chose Sprite.

“Had enough alcohol too?” Nigel asked her.

“Who said,” she snickered, revealing a plastic cup. Pouring a couple fingers or four of the Mescal, she drowned it in the soda.

“I need another beer,” said Reggie. “Want me to get another for you?”

“Thanks,” said Connie with a smile.

When he returned with two bottle in one hand and a basket of fresh made tortilla chips and a cup of guacamole set in it, he settled into his seat. “Anyone got a joint?”

“I do,” said Connie. “But not here. Too many ‘rents.”

“Your parents here?” Nigel asked.

“The tall proud one chatting up the rich as shit in-laws. The sad one beside him is my mother.”

“A handsome couple,” Reggie said.

“I suppose. My dad’s a teatotaller. On the wagon. My mom’s a tippler. I don’t even know if my dad realizes it. But it takes it’s toll I think. She’s gotten heavy and her face is showing…changes. The teatotalling will probably keep my dad proud and handsome. Asshole.”

“You don’t get along?” Nigel said the obvious.

“It’s just sad. Let’s eat up and skedaddle.”

“Any place you want to skedaddle too?” Reggie asked.

The ladies looked at each other.

“Mexico,” said Marcy.

“We planned to head to Tijuana tomorrow,” Connie explained, “but with two strong Gringos, why not tonight?”

“Hasn’t it got dangerous?” Nigel said. “My uncle told me stories of going down there. Betting on Jai Lai. Fifty cent beers. I wanted to go, but he hasn’t gone in years.”

“That’s why we need you Gringos,” Connie smirked.

“I don’t know.”

“You’re such a wuss, brother.”

“Please?” said Marcy.

“Maybe we can do something else. Go to a club or something.”

“Such a chicken,” Reggie muttered.

“I’m not a chicken.”

“I can see your feathers. You can’t hide your feathers.”

“Damn it. I’m not chicken. You’re just doing it again.”

“What am I doing?”

“When you and Marcus and Billy would band together. Lure me along on your misadventures. Make fun of the little brother getting drunk or stoned for the first time and laughing your heads off. Getting me nearly killed a time or too. Or getting nearly caught. It’s how it starts. Calling me chicken.”

“And you didn’t have fun? Hanging with the older guys. The fun guys.”

“Well…”

“Let’s elazigescort.biz just go,” said Connie. “We can figure things out in the car.”

“I’m driving,” said Nigel.

“Of course you are, little brother,” Reggie laughed.

“Let us get our bags,” said Connie.

“And your stash?” Reggie suggested.

“Of course.”

“Another thing to worry about,” Reggie sighed. “Crossing the border smelling like marijuana.”

“I don’t think they’ll care crossing over,” said Connie. “It’s coming back you need to worry about.”

“Great.”

They laughed.

The seating was obvious, even with Marcy’s short legs. She sat up front with Nigel, and Connie and Reggie shared the back seat. Marcy’s legs did help give Reggie more room, since she could move her seat up. Even if Reggie wouldn’t have minded bumping knees with the gorgeous, sexy and daring Chicana beside him.

“Good shit,” said Reggie, a little choked but not coughing. Reggie was a connoisseur of marijuana. He even chose Amsterdam to live because of it, where he met his longtime girlfriend and eventually moved with her to Barcelona, the nearest city to the small town in which she had been brought up.

Connie just had a one-hitter, which Reggie decided wasn’t practical for Nigel. So he offered to roll it. Rolling his own cigarettes, he always had some papers. It was a thick immaculate joint, impressing Connie.

Besides getting high, Reggie realized it had another benefit. Nigel relaxed. And got funnier. Impressing Marcy. He had everyone in stitches as they headed south. “At least go in that direction,” Reggie insisted.

“We can do something in San Diego,” Nigel decided. “I know some cool clubs in San Diego.”

“Chicken,” Reggie muttered.

“Nice ride Nigel,” said Connie.

A Lexus Nigel had bought a couple months before.

“My brother the entrepreneur. Tell them about it.”

“I was working a summer intern job,” Nigel started, “between graduating college and going on to graduate school.”

“What did you study?” Marcy asked.

“Engineering. My uncle, who’s been my mentor, does software and hardware for Hughes aircraft. Designing simulators to test missiles. I wanted a more…constructive career I guess. Having to do with the medical side of things. The internship was mostly data entry, putting medical data from a couple of testing sites into a program that would analyze and graph the results. It seemed too superficial. Too narrow. Just local information, and rudimentary graphics. I thought if I could expand the data, feeding in from all over the country, and made the graphics more elaborate, color for instance, which, with the use of staining as well as the actual discoloration of tissue, could create a much more thorough database and much more substantial analysis.

“So I spent my time while not studying at graduate school creating the code, the algorithm to make it work, as well as designing a console to import information and export results, and then, once it got tested and worked, demonstrating it to various research facilities and pharmaceutical laboratories. Building as large amount of subscriptions as possible, not only for the money, but also to broaden the database. The most important aspect for those who subscribe is the researchers able to find a specific pool of people with the sort of medical problems in which the research laboratories can focus.”

“Specific people?” Marcy asked. “Isn’t there a problem with privacy?”

Nigel smiled at her. “Great question. It’s all coded. No names. Each person is assigned a code number. Part of the number comes from the sources. Where the person was originally tested. And that source basically is the only place in which the person is known and can be contacted.”

“Sounds like a lucrative niche,” said Connie.

“The entrepreneur’s greatest hope,” Reggie grinned.

“Well done,” said Marcy.

“Thanks.”

The brothers charmed their new lady friends. Nigel’s funny bits, and Reggie telling stories about his friends in Amsterdam and his life in Barcelona.

“Shut up and let them talk, Brother,” Nigel finally said.

“That’s okay,” said Marcy. “My life isn’t nearly as interesting.”

“Are you from around here?” Nigel asked.

“Born and bred in the valley. Orange County.”

Behind them they heard the two talking Spanish, so conversations became split.

“How do you know the bride?” Nigel asked.

“We grew up together.”

“Sounds like her family has money.”

“They didn’t always. Or her maternal grandfather did, and her father had to prove himself, which he did.”

“What sort of company?”

“Construction. Her father really did start at the bottom, which didn’t impress the grandfather. But he was ambitious enough to seduce the owner’s daughter and then went from there. The grandfather supported them enough to buy his daughter the house next to mine.”

“And your family?”

“My dad’s a dentist. My mom was the receptionist at the first place he worked. Where they met. She became his assistant until my brothers and I arrived. She actually does the books for my father and his partners.”

“I’m just wondering when you’re friend’s family got rich…”

“She was a sophomore when they moved to a much tonier neighborhood and she went to a private school. But we kept in touch as much as we could. It helped that we both got cars when we turned sixteen, though hers was a lot nicer than mine, a new convertible, while I got a hand me down from my father. Hers came first, and she came by to show it off, and didn’t come by after. When I got mine, I would drive to her place. Met her new friends. Most of them I thought were a bit too full of themselves. But her boyfriend was cool. And his friend. Double dating helped us sustain our relationships. My dad’s old Toyota proved the better make out car. I’d sleep over at her place, but a lot of times we spent evenings at my boyfriend’s place. His folks liked cocktail parties. They even left him home for a long weekend, and I slept with a boy for the first time. My best friend next door in his older brother’s room with her boyfriend.

“It got a bit rocky when she broke up with her boyfriend. She became a third wheel. Was I there to visit her or my boyfriend? He nudged it the wrong way, if he wanted to sustain our relationship. First insisting I should ignore my best friend. Then when I told him that wasn’t what I wanted, he suggested a threesome. And I don’t know if I was completely against that. Not that Trish and I ever experimented or anything. But it almost made sense. Except I got the feeling it might have been on his mind for a while. That he hoped I’d say yes, and would end up with her. Because they lived in the same neighborhood. I’m sure every boy has a fantasy. Being with two girls. And for a moment, like I said, I thought about it. But then the doubts came. Looking back on things. Noticing his glances at her in retrospect. Again, being a boy, and Trish is definitely better looking than me, it wasn’t unexpected. But those glances tended to linger. And never went away, no matter how close we were supposed to be. Or it maybe my own doubts or jealousy amplified his gazes. Whatever. I broke up with him after his suggestion. He played it like he didn’t really mean it, and I told him I just wanted to be with my best friend. He suggested I’d rather fuck her than him, and I told him to fuck himself, since I was no longer available. And that was that.”

“Did you ever tell Trish?”

“Not then, no. Later, in college, something similar happened. A boy I was with met Trish, and…”

“You two went to college together?”

“We shared a duplex. Her father buying the property. We went to different schools. San Jose State for me. Stanford for her.”

“So near Silicon Valley.”

“Where she met Marcus. Yes.”

Nigel laughed. “Did you hear that Reggie? ‘Let’s Party’ Marcus married a Stanford girl.”

“Hunh?” his brother replied dumbly.

Nigel angled his head so he could see him in the mirror. A goofy smile. Nigel couldn’t see Connie.

“Oh shit,” said Marcy, looking directly at the back seat.

“Is she doing what I think she is?” Nigel asked.

“Probably,” Marcy giggled. “And it isn’t one sided.”

“No?”

“My new friend’s got nice tits.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“I bet you got nicer ones,” said Connie.

“I’ll have to take your word for that too.” Nigel said.

“I don’t.” Reggie moaned.

“I’m not quite wasted enough for that,” Marcy blushed.

“No more booze, but I still got pot and my one hitter,” said Connie.

“No talking with your mouth full,” Reggie said.

“But…” Connie stopped, giggled and went silent. Except Nigel could swear he heard slurping noises.

“What the hell,” said Marcy, opening the front of her dress and then her bra. Front clasp. Since she was facing the back seat, her knees on the front passenger seat, Nigel’s glance only caught a side view. But it was enough. Full and resilient. Smallish nipples. Pinkish brown areola, about the size of quarter.

“Nice,” said Reggie.

Untranslatable noises came from Connie. But Reggie figured the translation. “Apples and oranges, Contessa. Or maybe grapefruit and plums,” he chuckled.

More sounds. Then silence. Or slurping.

“Oh shit,” said Marcy.

“What?” Nigel asked.

“Connie came prepared.”

Nigel saw his brother’s head lower and disappear. After a much more feminine moan, he saw feet. Smaller, female feet. One ended up resting against his head rest. Both masculine and feminine moans, muffled. Kissing.

Marcy wasn’t the only voyeur. Nigel watched her lift her dress and push fingers past her panties. A couple minutes of rubbing and she took his hand. “Here,” she murmured. “Feel,” and his fingers went where hers had been, feeling abundant wetness and heat. “Just a second,” she muttered and faced front, removing the panties. He braved weighing her amazing breasts before she turned around again and placed his hand back where it was. She worked her nipples, making them taut and a tad longer. His hardness pressed against the crotch of his slacks, but he had no way to relieve the pressure.

Things got noisier in the back seat. “Oh yes!” Connie gasped over and over, the words going higher and higher. “Oh fuck!” she finally keened.

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Mrs. Hardison Ch. 04

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*Liking someone is easy, loving them is hard, yet it is love we seek*

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(Friday)

I wake up feeling woozy and distant. My eyes come into focus and I realize someone is standing next to me and it is not who I would expect.

“Sadri,” I rasp. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m on my way home from work you big dummy,” she teases me. “Next time try ducking.”

“How long have I been out?” I ask. I feel like I must have been out for weeks I’m so sore. I’ve been shot after all.

“Eddie, it is Friday evening. You’ve been out less than twenty-four hours,” she smiles. I must look totally gob smacked because she laughs at me.

“It felt like so much longer,” I groan. “Does anyone know what happened to me?”

“Nothing really,” she answers, “but some detectives came by and asked a few questions.”

“What do you know?” I inquire weakly.

“Well, someone shot you in the shoulder in a room at the Regis and a woman was involved,” Sadri tells me. “Was it your dominatrix girlfriend?”

“Long story, but she wasn’t my girlfriend,” I respond.

“Since you aren’t going to tell me anything I can use for office gossip I’m going to go,” Sadri smiles. I give her a nod and she leaves with a look over her shoulder before the door shuts.

A little while later, I’m eating my first meal when a couple walks into the room and gives me the distinct impression I’ve done something wrong. I’ve lived a dubious enough existence to know the police when I see them.

“Mr. Duarte, we have a few questions for you, if you feel up to it,” the younger man questions me.

He’s maybe thirty but looks a little worn around the edges; maybe a drinking problem. His older compatriot seems bored with the whole affair.

“I wonder if you can relate to us what happened Thursday night?” he asks.

“It is not very clear. I was talking to Ms. Cook and the gun accidently went off,” I lie. I’m not even sure why. I should send her to prison for a long, long time.

The guy stares at me.

“How do you know the gun accidently went off if your recollections aren’t clear?” he points out.

“Nothing in our conversation leading up to that would make me believe that she meant to hurt me,” I rehearse the lines I vaguely remember piecing together before I passed out.

“Why did she have her gun out?” he persists.

“I think she was rummaging in her purse,” I evade. I know that is terribly lame, but as I said it was the plan I came up with while fending off shock.

“What is Ms. Cook to you?” he changes tact.

“We have engaged in a personal but non-sexual relationship,” I answer.

“Is that why she was dressed the way she was when we first interviewed her?” He questions.

“Do you seriously ask to ask a grown man why he was in a room with a grown woman in lingerie?” I sigh. “We weren’t sexual, but we were appreciative.”

“Listen you,” the second man finally speaks, “if you continue to hinder prosecution on this case we’ll drag you in right now. Now answer the damn questions.”

“I stand by my statements. The gun went off by accident; end of story,” I state.

“Next time she’ll put you in a pine box,” the second man sneers. He’s probably right.

The first detective hands me his card; Detective Linus Dirac. The second cop doesn’t even bother. I lie back and try to get some more sleep but the doctors stop by and examine me. On the plus side all my vitals are good and I’m scheduled to be released Sunday. Crap, how often do people get shot around her that they have to toss you out on the street after only three days?

(Saturday)

I’m eating like a champ and I’ve even have a nice female intern come by and give me some attention; apparently getting shot is manly. It seems my supervisor; Mr. Chu went by my place (brave man) and got me a new set of clothes. My old shirt and undershirt are a total loss, my pants and shoes have blood on them, but my tie made it through unscathed.

There is a knock on the door and there stands Joyce Cook. I can’t help myself.

“Please tell me you don’t have a gun,” I gulp. That earns me a pained smile.

“No, they don’t’ allow guns in hospitals,” she replies.

“Come in, take a seat, and tell me what the hell happened after I passed out,” I request.

“The man next door was a doctor and took care of you until the EMTs arrived. I spent the night with the police. I’m sorry about what happened. I’m surprised you aren’t sending me away,” Joyce whispers. “You could have ruined my career … my entire life.”

“Think nothing of it. You didn’t deserve to go out that way,” I wince at my own joke. “Of course had you killed me I’d have been really cross.” Joyce gives a dry chuckle.

“What am I going to do with you?” she says as she strokes my hand.

“I think we have established we aren’t doing anything with one another,” I grin, “or do I have to be shot again?”

“That’s not funny Eddie. I could have killed you,” she cautions.

“Fine Joyce; no more joking; I was trying to help you and Gloria not be at one another’s throats and I pressed you too hard and I’m gümüşhane escort sorry. I only want Gloria and I hope you can understand that,” I reason with her. I have to believe I can fix this thing; I have my reasons.

“Eddie, I will never know how you care so deeply for her yet not see her for who she really is,” Joyce assures me.

“No Joyce …” I stop her.

She is smart enough to know this isn’t an argument she is going to win today. Instead she squeezes my hand and turns and leaves. Part of me hopes that she’s shot me and this is the end of it. Part of me fears that she thinks I’ve saved her life and she’d got to return the favor.

(Sunday)

I’m with the male nurse helping me dress and my bag ready to go when I notice someone standing at the doorway drinking me in. It is Gloria and she looks decidedly unhappy. The nurse leaves and it is only she and I.

“I need to get home,” I tell her gingerly.

“I am your ride home,” she tells me.

“Oh … okay. I promise I’ll run up the stairs, lock the door and I’ll be back to work on Tuesday; Wednesday at the latest.”

“You are moving in with me,” she declares with cold iron efficiency.

“I think we should talk about this,” I begin to say.

“No, we shouldn’t,” she fixes me with her stare. “I’ve bought you some clothes and fixed up the guest room.”

“No Gloria, I think we need to talk about this,” I metaphorically stand up to her. Gloria walks physically into my space, standing up to me physically and I can tell she’s trembling with pent up emotional energy.

“Damn you Eddie, you could have died!” she screams at me. Tears are starting to stream down her face. “I only started caring about you and you did this stupid stunt. How dare you?”

“You are the most beautiful woman in my life,” I respond to her softly as I try to put my good hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t you dare,” she snaps. “You don’t get to be nice to me. I am so angry with you right now I could scream,” she screams. The fact that she is screaming is something I don’t need to share with her.

“Do you know how I felt when Chu gave me the news? Do you know how empty I felt as I had to wait for the hospital to get back to me on how you were doing? Do you know how much restraint it took to not go down and strangle Joyce Cook? Do you?” she continues to snarl.

“No I don’t,” I whisper to her. She bats my hand away as I try to run it through her hair.

“You don’t get to touch me,” she responds angrily. “If you weren’t already hurt I’d kill you. I can’t begin to tell you how furious I am with you.” There is really only one truth for this.

“I love you Gloria.” Her face pales then flushes with rage once more.

“How dare you?” she sobs. She drives her head into my breastbone. “Don’t you dare tell me you love me.”

“I apologize but I won’t take it back,” I respond.

“What were we going to do without you?” she moans. By that I figure she means herself and our unborn child.

“You were right; I was wrong; I beg your forgiveness Gloria. I’m sorry,” I express to her.

“Shut up!” She grumbles. “I’ve been building up to this for two days and you aren’t going to get out of it this easily.” I remain quiet for some time. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” she says.

“I don’t want to lose you, so I’m keeping my mouth shut,” I reply.

“Rrrrr … were your last thoughts of me?” she states with intensity.

“No,” I reply honestly, “my last thoughts were that this couldn’t be happening to me.” She sobs, then sniffles, then laughs softly into my chest.

“You are such an idiot,” she tells me.

“But …” I prod.

“But I love you too,” she whispers. “Now would you please come home with me?”

“I’d be happy to,” I answer. This time she lets me hug her with my good arm. My left shoulder still feels like crap, but I’ll manage.

(Sunday evening)

When she leads me into her place it feels different then I realize what it is; she’s been burning food. I’m not sure what to say. I doubt asking her ‘what is to eat’ will earn me much good will. She can’t cook so I have to imagine what anguish drove her to try again and again to win some sort of victory in the kitchen.

“What can I do for you?” I find myself asking.

“Go up and get situated and I’ll order us some dinner,” she says dejectedly. I’ve never want to see her this upset again.

“I’ll cook dinner for us,” I tell her.

“Sit down,” she orders me.

“Gloria no; I need to do something,” I say as I stand up and make my way to the kitchen. Gloria gets in my way. When I attempt to push pass her she holds me back violently which cause me to grimace.

“Are you going to push me around all night or are you going to let me do something for us,” I relay with some heat. Reluctantly she nods and lets me go around her. I take my time because I’m down to one arm but I feel her eyes upon me as I prepare our meal. As we sit down to eat I start our ritual.

“Don’t even say ‘kiss the cook’,” she states firmly. “Say it and I’ll hurt you.”

“Kiss the cook,” I grin and she gumushaneescortiste.com hits me in my good shoulder. It still hurts but not as much as the furious look in her eyes. God, I’ve hurt her and I’m not sure how to make it better because sex isn’t going to do it any more than begging forgiveness.

“I’ll try harder Gloria,” I promise her. She doesn’t stop glaring at me.

“You had better,” she insists violently. Gloria looks at me, still furious but with a surprising softness sneaking in against her will.

“I don’t want you to be angry with me,” I tell her.

“Shut up,” she snaps. A moment later she adds, “You told me you would stay with me under my terms Eddie. You lied.”

“How is that? I didn’t plan to get shot and all I wanted to do is keep you safe from Joyce. I fucked up; I admit it. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen,” I counter with some anger of my own. She looks pissed then sighs.

“I know. I knew you were doing the wrong thing and I should have stopped you,” she admits while insinuating that I’m mentally challenged.

“Is the baby okay?” I sort of toss out there. The fire returns to her eyes. Now I’ve done it.

“Don’t you dare go there,” she seethes. “You can’t hide behind me being a fragile mother. I’ve fought for everything I’ve gotten and being pregnant doesn’t change that. You keep this up and I’ll … I’ll …”

“Slap me so hard you’ll make my mother cry?” I offer. Gloria trembles then slaps me so hard I swear I hear my mother in the Midwest saying ‘What the fuck?’ I also go rocking into the wall and cry out in pain. Gloria shows all the feminine instincts of a Mother Grizzly. She slaps me four more times before her palm starts to hurt.

We are both standing their panting when she grabs me by my shirt and kisses me savagely for over a minute.

“Eat,” she orders. I don’t have much of a choice. I’m hungry and don’t want to see her any more pissed.

When dinner finishes I clean up and join Gloria by the TV. She finishes up early, clearly unwilling to engage me in conversation. In case I was confused she cuts off the lights as she goes up so I tag along.

“You are sleeping in the guest room,” she declares.

I take my pills and lie down for a few hours but I can’t sleep. I think I know what I’m missing so I go over to Gloria’s room and quietly climb into bed with her but on the far side. I know she will be pissed but I hope she will know how much I miss her. I wake up close to dawn with Gloria looking down at me.

“You … I’ve missed you too,” she says softly.

“I disobeyed you; do you forgive me?” I stifle a yawn.

“I should be angry with you forever — wounded in a room with a scantily clad Joyce Cook — but I can’t. I’m furious with myself as well as you. I want you like I haven’t wanted anything in years,” she confesses.

“Do you forgive me?” I ask hopefully.

“Hardly,” she snorts. “Let’s see where I am on Friday.” I groan in frustration.

“How about a little morning sex?” I suggest.

“Don’t press your luck,” she glares. “You are on thin ice as it is for slipping in here.” With that she left me for a day on my own.

(Tuesday)

“Damn you are an idiot!” Sadri exclaims as she runs up and hugs me. “What are you doing here?”

“Don’t I still have a job? Isn’t this my tiny cell in Hell?” I taunt her back.

“Home life driving you nuts?” she counters playfully

“And how; have you missed me?” I ask.

“Of course; every part of the new program that I worked on is perfect but all of your work is crap that I’ve had to fix,” she grins.

“You are so full of shit,” I complain as she takes her work at her station.

Chu and several of my co-workers come by and congratulate me for being dumb enough to catch a bullet and a few go fishing as to who I was with and what I said to get shot. No one has any doubt that me getting shot is my fault. I struggle on for two hours until Leslie gives me a call. The Bitch needs to see me.

“How’s the shoulder slugger?” Leslie greets me.

“I was trying to catch it in my teeth but it turns out I have lousy aim,” I say in mock seriousness that earns me a guffaw from Leslie. She sends me into see Mrs. Hardison where I wait for her to acknowledge me.

“Mr. Duarte, you have allowed personal matters to impact your work efficiency,” she notes coldly.

“I’ve already submitted the paperwork to qualify my missed hours as sick leave,” I explain.

“Sick leave is for unexpected illnesses,” Mrs. Hardison says as she looks sharply at me. How is getting shot not sick leave?

“Mrs. Hardison, would you rather have me put in for unpaid leave?” I manage to say.

“Yes. I thought that was abundantly clear Mr. Duarte,” she states.

“Consider it done Mrs. Hardison,” I answer.

“Dismissed,” she tells me as she gets back to work. It is all about productivity numbers. You pay sick workers for no work; being unpaid speaks for itself.

When I get back I must look terribly pissed because Sadri keeps her mouth shut for the rest of the morning. She takes me out to lunch were she broaches the question.

“She what?” Sadri growls when I let her in on my conversation with the Bitch. “Eddie, you have debts; even with the overtime we’ve been pulling we need to meet our bills.”

By the end of business Sadri and I’ve caught up with most of the backlog and we can look forward to a normal night at home. Once more I get a call from Leslie with a half hour to go. I drag my sore ass back to the Head office and Leslie tosses me into the Lioness’ Den.

“Mr. Duarte,” the Bitch addresses me distractedly. “You have one strike against you.”

“One more!” I gasp. That’s it for me; I’m fired. Mrs. Hardison doesn’t look up.

“No Mr. Duarte, you have a total of one strike against you unless you think I’m mistaken,” she continues on. I don’t know what to make of that. “You may go now,” she dismisses me.

“Good night Mrs. Hardison,” is my stunned response. She doesn’t look up.

(Tuesday night)

Dinner is freaking weird. By our rules work doesn’t transfer over to home life – the very concept of home life is slowly sinking in and scaring me — so I can’t talk about why in the hell the Bitch has been kind to me. As far as I know this is her first act of kindness in recorded history. I cook up some pork chops with onions and green peppers for dinner.

Gloria seems appreciative of the effort and cleans her plate. She doesn’t kiss me but she slips me a smile when she thinks I’m not looking. When we resume our routine around the sofa and TV I do attempt to touch her knee but she stops me. She’s still pissed and not willing to forgive me yet but at least I know there is a yet.

After my first day back at work I’m exhausted and sleep grabs hold of me and slams me into the pillow like a force of nature I willingly accept. I can’t quite remember what I’m dreaming about because Gloria’s voice invades my slumber urging me on to some unknown purpose.

“Wake up,” she urges me so I open my eyes and there she is hovering over my bed.

I reach out toward this dream and caress a breast covered by her sleeping gown. It is real alright and I bolt into wakefulness so suddenly that I forget to move my hand.

“I need you,” she tells me with a mingling of passion and anger. I scoot over and she pulls back the sheets, dispenses with her dressing gown, and settles into bed with me.

Gloria works off my boxers before running her hands over my body. She kisses my chest and neck intently before moving her leg over my hips and mounting me. I can’t say I’m not more than ready, her pendulous breasts hanging over me eclipses only by the beauty that is her face and the fire of determination in her eyes.

Gloria sighs as she slowly accepts my cock into her. I can only now think that she might have feared never feeling this way again. She leans forward until her hands are braced on either side of my head and her breasts drag along my nipples as she gyrates back and forth. I’m sore and hurt but I go on even when she starts rocking hard and my wounded shoulder screams.

“Eddie,” she gasps, “tell me you will never leave me again.”

“Never again,” I pant. She tries to suck the very life out of me with her mouth over mine. I feel her juices surround me then gush pass my penis. Her whole body trembles and tightens around me before she collapses on top of my body.

“That was fantastic,” I groan.

“Ssshhh,” Gloria whispers intensely. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“Oh crap,” I moan which earns me a wicked look and the knowledge that she really has missed me. After a little bit of a recovery she shifts us around so that I’m beside her (I can’t well be on top with only one good arm).

Our lovemaking is as much a matter of touch, kiss and tongue as breasts and penetrations. I do everything in my power to drive her insane with lust. I have her screaming and crying tears of rapture before I release her to climax and my climax within her. She’s feeble pushing up against my hips as I kiss her head and neck but I barely have the strength to roll to the side when I’m done.

When she finishes with me I am a broken man.

“If I can’t make it in tomorrow can I take a sick day?” I wheeze.

“How about a day of insolence,” she counters between her own ragged breaths. She does manage to sleep with me which you know is worth its weight in gold if you’ve ever been in love.

(Wednesday)

“What; did you have a run in with a vampire?” Sadri giggles. “When do I get to see this girlfriend of yours? She’s got to be quiet a hellcat in the bedroom.”

“Would it annoy you to know you’ve already met her?” I wink.

“Claudia from Accounting? know she’s go the hots for you and I hear she hits some seriously kinky sites. Maybe she could teach you something,” Sadri teases.

“Don’t expect to hear this often from me but I’m too tired to talk sex,” I croak out. Sadri starts searching around for the cloning equipment because I’m clearly not the real me. We are both struggling in our work for the morning and after my last sensitivity training I’m ready to go home. We sense the trouble coming the way a predator’s rumble permeates the forest as she stalks her pray. Sadri drops her stylus. The Bitch Queen has come down to our floor and focuses on our little bit of cubicle hell. She looks over the low wall that separates us from the outside world.

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Where should I begin my story? With the wet dream that woke me out of a perfect good sleep, or what brought the dream on in the first place? I suppose the wet dream would be the best place to start. I awoke with a jolt one early summer morning and felt that sticky sperm against my body, still warm, and I will admit that I was ashamed that it happened. No, it wasn’t the first time that it happened, but it was the first time that I had a very clear picture of the female involved. It was my the one person I would never have dreamed of, my own beautiful mother! “Oh,shit!” I groaned as I plucked the sticky underpants away from my skin. I think seeing the face of the dream lover got to me more than I realized. As I got up from the bed I felt I knew what brought the dream on, it was from the goofing around with some of my friends several days ago that brought it on.

“Come on Dean.,” One of my friends I think it was Harry said, “Your mom is one hot looking woman, I wouldn’t mind getting her naked.” I can still see the leering look on his face like he ment it. It seems that my other friends agreed with him, in fact the more I thought about it, the more I found myself agreeing with my friends.

My mother’s name is Lisa, she has brown hair, brown eyes and legs that never seem to quit. I once chanced to look into one of her drawers and found her bras, she’s a 34C. Since it was the early days of summer and very warm I was getting a very good look at her firm tanned legs since she wore tight low riding shorts and I was even luckier that she wore a shirt that she tied above her middle, she of course had no idea that I had developed the urge to see more of her, and not just wearing her scanty summer outfits. I thought it great that my mom managed to keep her stomach flat dispite the fact that she had given birth to my sisters and me. I knew of course that she keept herself in shape through exercise and sports, but until the day my friends and I started talking about who we would like to have sex with, I never thought that my mother would be seen an object of sexual desire, and try as I might I couldn’t get that image out of my head. I now felt like a real low life. I managed to return to my present problem, how to get to the bathroom to clean up without being seen by my mom or my sisters. Can you imagine the hard times my sisters would give me if they knew I was having “wet” dreams? I looked up and down the hall, then rushed to the bathroom once I was sure that the coast was clear. I quickly rinsed my soiled underpants, cleaned myself up a bit, and after another quick look I rushed back to my room where I came upon my worst nightmare, my mother was in my room and she was looking at my bed! I knew that I was doomed. I watched as she sat down on the edge of my bed, I saw the fold of her robe opened enough for me to get a glimps of her very shapely thighs.

Without a hint of reproach she said, “I see that you had an accident last night.” I blushed as red as a bad sunburn. I felt my mom touch my hand as she said, “Honey, you have nothing to be ashamed of, it’s a natural part of life, it happens to everybody.” I guess she was trying to assure me that all was well. “It happens to women as well.,” My mom went on. “Being horny is a part of life and it’s one of the good parts.” my mom concluded. I had no idea where she was going with this conversation. I just stood there dumb as a doorpost.

To this day I still find it hard to believe what happened next. It felt as though it came out of some demented dream that I never woke up from, at least that’s how it seemed at first, in fact I still don’t believe that it happened even now as I look back in time. I felt my mom’s finger trace the outline of my crotch as she said, “I know can’t be easy for you being surrounded by your three sisters and me.” I only grunted as my mom continued to slide her finger over my balls. I could see my mom’s robe open enough to show me that she wasn’t wearing a bra and she was making no effort to close that revealing gap in her robe. I was loosing control of myself now as the robe my mother wore opened even more.

“Mom!” I managed to gasp in surprise while my cock started to stand up and salute. I felt as though I was in a fog when I heard her tell me, “You have a nice hard cock honey and mommy is dying to play with it.” My mom licked her lips as she quickly without any ceremony pulled my underpants off.

You would have thought that she had never seen a hard penis before from the way she stroked my now very rigid cock. My mother let out a soft laugh when she said, “I haven’t touched your penis since I stopped giving you a bath.,” My knees went weak, it was all I could do to not fall down. “Nice to see that it’s grown some since then.”, she finished saying.

I watched in awe as my mother let her robe slide to the floor letting me see her nearly naked body for the first time. The only thing that stood between her and total nudity was a pair of white panties. izmir escort “Do you like what you see honey? I don’t mind if you want to touch my breasts.”, my mother told me as she moved closer. I could only nod my head. “I bet your dream lover did something like this.”, my mom then demonstrated by running her tongue up and down my already tortured shaft.

“Oh, mom!” I gasped when I felt her mouth cover the head of my cock and it got worse when her mouth moved up and down my cock sucking slowly and methodoically. I felt as though I would explode until my mom stopped her ministration of my cock. “Come over to the bed.,” she instructed me. “Strech out and let your mother show you how to feel good about sex and masterbation.”

I did manage to say, “I almost came in your mouth mom.”

As she moved her body over mine she said, “That can come later honey, right now this is what I want.”

Even now I find it hard picturing myself on my bed, with my cock staning up like a flag pole and my mom naked save for her slender panties sitting there leaning over me playing with my cock rubbing it’s slick head between her fingers and a smile on her face. A smile that seemed to tell me to relax and enjoy. “Oh boy!” I grunted out loud as I lifted my hips off of the bed.

My mom stopped what she was doing and said, “We mustn’t cum to soon honey.” And as quick as the words left her mouth she moved over me and slowly moved the head of my cock over each of her nipples sending me into a series of jerks and shudders and with one loud gasp I felt myself climax on my mom’s breasts as she continued to move my cock over each one. “Very nice honey.” My mother said with some satisfation in getting me to climax on her body but she didn’t stop there, she took the head of my cock and licked the dripping sperm from it while rubbing the white flecks of my sperm over her own breasts. “Now, lets see if you can make your mother happy.” She said as she slid her panties off letting me see for her pussy for the very first time. I lay on the bed as my mom moved her pussy close to my mouth and said softly, “Lick my pussy.” I was an obedient son.

With my hands grasping her firm ass and her closely shaved pubic hair touching my face, I started to lick my mom’s pussy. It was the first time that I ever did anything like it before, when I was with my former girlfriend, it was a finger job and nothing more. My mom rocked back and forth above me groaning and gasping “Ah!” and pressing her crotch closer to my face. “Lick faster honey! Oh my I…” My mother’s body shook hard and her legs clamped tight around my head as she reached her moment of ecstacy. I had felt as though I might suffocate while my mom sat on my face so, by moving my tongue as fast as I did allowed me to breath and got my mom off. Once my mom felt ready to move again, she lifted herself off of my face, leaned down and licked my lips before kissing me long and hard. “You did just fine honey,” My mom said in a soft voice. “it was better than any dildo I’ve ever used.” I was to overwhelmed to say a word. My mother and I lay together on the bed as she rubbed my drying sperm on her breasts, “I love the feel of warm sperm on my body.” It was her only explanation for letting me cum on her the way I did. Once my mom decided to get up she told me that she was going to clean herself up and that I should get myself ready for breakfast, she left the room and I lay on the bed lost in a whirl of confused thoughts wondering what happened and would it happen again.

When I finally arrived in the kitchen for breakfast my mom was there wearing a tight pair of low cut shorts and a shirt tide off above her stomach with enough buttons left open that let me get a good glimpse of her breasts. I could see enough to know she wore no bra. The moment that she put a plate in front of me she leaned close to me and kissed me while she stroked my crotch lovingly. I returned the kiss without hesitation and let my hand roam freely over her ass and upper thigh. I even managed to get one of her breasts free from her shirt. “Nice to see that you want more Dean.” My mom said with a knowing smile, my mom knew I wanted her, and she seemed more than willing to be wanted by me. I ate and went over to the sink where my mom had her back to me, I reached around her and while I kissed the nape of her neck I pulled her other breast free of her shirt and fondeled both her breasts. I could hear my mom sigh as she told me to be a good boy. “You’ll just have to wait till later honey, I have to go out for a while.” My mom said in a voice that was just flowed with lust as she playfully swatted my hands away from her breasts but she did leave them exposed so that I could admire them. Later didn’t come, not that day at any rate.

The weather was beyond sweltering, it was past melt down, and it went on forever. Several days after my session with my mom I was out in the yard doing chores and sweating bullets, my shirt stuck to izmirescort.asia my chest and it felt as though my underwear would vanish inside of my ass, I decided I needed a swim break and headed for the pool. I made a quick stop in the cabana to get into my swimming trunks and quickly headed for the welcoming coolness of the pool when I spied a female streched out on her stomach by the pools edge with a towel drapped over her head and I was sure that it was my mother.

Now as I look back on all that happened, I think just how lucky I’ve been and continue to be. I came upon the prone figure and noticed a bottle of tanning lotion next to her and without any preamble I started to rub some on the person I thought was my mother,the happy sigh that I heard didn’t make me think any different until I kissed the nape of her neck making her pull the towel from her head and saw looking back at me was my sister Amy! “Dean!,” She yelp. “What do you think your doing?”

Once again I was red in the face as I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Sorry, thought you were Lucy.” What Amy didn’t know yet was that Lucy broke up with me weeks ago, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell her that I thought she was our mother. It was the towel that threw me off, Amy and our mom have very similar builds but unlike our mother Amy has red hair and green eyes so the mistake was an easy one to make and I prayed that she bought my mistaken identity story.

The air like the weather itself hung like dead weight between my sister and me, and I for one was praying that I would turn invisible or something, after all, of my sisters, it was Amy and I who were quite close inspite of the fact that I was her older brother. It seemed as though Amy forgave my kiss when I heard her ask me if I would be kind enough to put some lotion on her back. I quickly agreed. Amy, was wearing a black thong bikini that exposed plenty of her smooth skin and tight looking ass. I assumed that Amy wore such a skimpy outfit to try and get as close to an overall tan as possible. I also wondered if mom would approve of Amy’s attire. although I did and it was then that I should have known I was in trouble. I started with Amy’s neck and shoulders and while I worked my fingers over her body I could feel her muscles relax. “That feels great Dean,” Amy said in a muffled voice since her head rested on her arms. “don’t stop now.”

My reply was simple, “To hear is to obey.” I worked my way slowly down her back and as I neared the tiny string that held her bikini top in place I wondered if I could get it untied without her noticing. I did the best I could by moving one hand steadily and firmly over her back while I picked the knot loose. Sucess! I untied the string and she said nothing, I was emboldened by Amy’s lack of protest, I knew now that I would go as far as I could if she stopped me I would stop. If not, then my desire to get my sister out of her bathing suit all together was became my primary goal as I worked my hands down near the small of her back then back up to her shoulders several times and each time I heard her tell me how good it felt.

If anything were to take place between us, now would be the time to make the bold move. I worked my way steadily back down to her buttocks, I started spreading the lotion on her lower legs and worked my way up to her thighs each time moving closer to her firm ass. I was aware that now was not the time to turn chicken I pressed on. I made sure that I had plenty of lotion on my hands as I boldly moved on my sister’s ass, I dripped some slowly between her buttocks, I felt her body shiver. I could almost hear myself begging for my sister to say or do something, anything tell me to “Fuck off.” if that’s what she wanted to say, but she didn’t. I moved my fingers in between her buttocks tugging lightly on the sting of her bikini bottom pulling it tight against her pussy. “What the hell do you think your doing Dean?” Amy stammered.

I leaned close and kissed the nape of her neck and said, “Just want to make you feel good sis.” Amy wiggled her body as though she wanted to get my hand away from her, although it didn’t seem that she was reallt trying all that hard. I planned to press my advantage.

As I have said before lust is a beast that is very hard to control, and I was loosing myself looking at my sister’s almost naked body writhing on the towel. I could feel Amy clamping and loosing her grip on the hand I had between her legs, her hips were gyrating on the towel, and yes, I could feel the dampness from her pussy. Amy was just as aroused as I was. I could her her whisper, “Oh! God!,” and “Oh! Yes!” Amy was on fire. I timed my next move so when she lifted her hips from the towel I pulled her bikini bottom off and not once did Amy say a word asking me to stop, in fact Amy was grinding herself hard against my hand. Here, my mind ceased to function on any normal level, I was going to make my sister cum, then I was going to make love to her.

Amy soon rolled over on her side, her back was to me and I pressed myself firmly against her as I shifted myself so that I could work my fingers of one hand into her pussy and with my other I could play with her breasts. I knew my hard cock was pressing against her and that Amy could feel it. Amy was gasping and moaning, her ass grinding against me as I worked her into a sexual whirlpool of desire. Amy to my surprise rolled over to face me and did a lip lock on me. It was our first real kiss of unbound passion. It was the kind of kiss where toungues would passionatly twist together and bodies grind hard against one another as though they plan on melting into a pool of unbridled passion. I made sure that I kissed every inch of Amy’s body, starting with our passionate kiss and working my way down over her throat and to her breasts that seemed to beckon me like a lighthouse in the fog.

Amy hissed, “Dean,” as I took a nipple between my teeth and played with it. “I really think we should stop now.” She managed to say almost breathlessly as her hands moved down to my crotch.

When Amy’s fingers finally touched me I said,”Go ahead sis,” I wanted to encourage her, “take it out. I want you to.”

It was just at that moment that Amy gave a heavy shudder as the first early wave of her orgasm passed through her body. “Dean!” She cried out, “We have to stop,” a wave of ecstacy washed throught her body.” But it feels so good.” Amy had my hand trapped between her legs.

I was helping her get my bathing suit off and I wasn’t even sure if she knew what was happening anymore. Hell, I wasn’t sure either. In a matter of moments Amy and I finally dispensed with the last article of clothes that came between us, my bathing suit. As soon as my cock touched the heated flesh of my sister’s body I almost ejaculated, I knew that my sister was very aware that I was pressing myself hard against her body.

In a wisper she commanded, “Not yet.” as she raked my back with her fingernails. I wasn’t sure that I would be able to hold on much longer.

My sister Amy is a very athletic person, she swims, plays tennis, baseball and softball. I think she also lifts weights. In short, she is a very agile and strong young lady. I mention this because while Amy and I were hotly rubbing our naked bodies against one another she pushed me onto my back and lowered her pussy down to my face, and all the while I could hear her say, “Lick my pussy.” I had a brief flashback to our mom saying almost the exact same thing. Amy was proving to be an ardent and willing lover. On her own she turned herself around so that she could suck on my cock while I sucked on her pussy. There was no doubt that we were interested in mutual gratification, but I realized by then who was actually in charge, and it sure as hell wasn’t me. I found that out for sure when Amy pulled her pussy away from my mouth and without any hesitation she lowered her pussy onto my cock real slow, holding my cock in place with her own hand until my cock was inside of her. Once Amy started moving herself up and down my shaft I knew that there could be only one outcome, and no doubt Amy was just as aware of the situation as I was. I was the one who let out a surprised grunt. Amy on the other hand didn’t utter much of a sound at all as she rode my cock, mabey a soft grunt but other than that nothing. I on the other hand groaned and grunted as if there were no tomorrow. I knew that I was ready to cum, I could feel the pressure building inside of me, it wouldn’t be long before I ejaculated and in my present position I would empty my sperm into Amy unless she moved and as far as I could tell, she wasn’t inclined to move.

It was a hell of a time for me to remember the phrase “Be careful what you wish for…”, because Amy was riding me like there was no tomorrow, her body now bent foward her hands pressed against my chest, her fingers digging into my chest with each thrust of her body against my cock. It was then that I was sure that I heard a soft, “Yes, honey.” as Amy placed my hand between my cock and her pussy making it move over her clitoris until I moved my hand on my own power. Amy let out a cry of delight and pushed herself on me even harder. “I’m cumming!” Amy crowed as if she scored the winning point in tennis, and I knew that I couldn’t hold on any longer because my ass lifted off the towel thrusting hard into my sister’s vaginia spurting my semen into her in quick spurts and each spurt elicited a happy sigh from Amy. “That feels good honey, yes!” She cried softly as she streched her body out full length against mine. As Amy slithered herself against my body like a snake she said, “My boyfriend never made me feel this good, come on lets get in the pool and cool off a bit. After all, we don’t want to expened all our enery at once now do we?” I just shook my head no which seemed to satisfy my sister as she took my hand and walked with me into the pool.

I looked at my sister and came up with a rather dumb statement. “Aren’t you going to put your bikini back on sis?” Amy’s areolas looked like tiny goosebumps begging to be touched.

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She was my first girlfriend, and my best friend. The first, and only, person I came out to for two years. And it was wonderful, I told her I was lesbian. She told me she’d had a crush on me for years. We started to date right then. She introduced me to some of her friends, we went to parties. She even introduced me to the bondage and submission and dominance lifestyle. Neither of us were dominants, we were both incredibly submissive. And never wanted to be dominant. So we never actually got to do anything.

But one of her friends, Cassandra, was staying the night a month or two ago. And she showed us something that we thought was amazing. A toy company recently released a robot Mistress. It was still in the prototype stages, but they were selling them in a very limited quantity as a type of beta. So Talia and I decided to order one. The site told us it would take three months to be built and delivered.

We were very excited, and thanked Cassandra profusely that night. While we were a little disappointed at the waiting period, we were over ourselves with the thought of finally having a dominant figure. That weekend Talia and I did some more shopping. Female nudity in our country was legalized, and if you were of a certain social class or occupation it was mandatory. Slavery wasn’t legal, but indefinite submission; of sexual, financial, and personal forms was encouraged. So for our shopping trip both Talia and I were bare naked.

She decided to add a little bit of fun to it, I had nipple piercings and she had pussy piercings. So we put weighted chains on our piercings. It was wonderful, felt so good, the gentle tug of the chain as I walked and my 32D breasts bounced.

When we got to the first store we were greeted by an almost equally naked early twenties woman. She had some thin gold chain jewelry running around her well tanned body.

“Morning ladies, how are you? Anything I can help you find or point you towards?”

Talia politely requested assistance with some gags and finding where those would be for trying on. The woman walked out from behind the counter and took a step toward us.

“May I guide you fine young women?” She asked lightly, putting her fingers under the chains we had on our piercings. “My name is Sarai, I’ll do my best to help you two find the right gag. Who is the submissive?”

“Me.” We both said joyfully

Sarai nodded and gave a gentle tug on the chains. Leading us through the racks of clothes, straps, whips, and catsuits. In the back was a meter high wall sectioning off what looked like a trial space. And just a little past the start of the lower wall was another four meter high wall adorned with nothing but gags.

Dildo gags, ring gags, ball gags, pacifier gags, dental gags, whiffle, panel, guard, spider, hook, so many types of gags. It was amazing. I didn’t know that many different types were made. Talia was drawn into a gag that would get us to drool all over ourselves. I was very interested in a panel gag that had a short interior dildo and a chain attached to the outside. Sarai however directed us to a range that we hadn’t even considered.

“Girls, over on this side of the wall are sets of gags made to be used by two whores. Such as yourselves.” She took one off the wall and pulled sharply on my chain.

I opened my mouth and let Sarai put the gag in, the one she grabbed as a simple ball gag. But it was connected to another ball by a two inch strip. Once mine was secured she pulled sharp on Talia’s chain, getting a little yelp out. And forced the gag in her mouth as well. When we were both secured our noses were almost touching, and we couldn’t turn our heads. Only see each other.

“Now it doesn’t have to be a ball. We do have two person ones built on a dildo, of varying lengths so you could both have a tip in your mouth, or a cock in your throats. We have some that make it so you two drool on each other. And my personal favorite for use, one that attaches the gag in your mouth to her tits. Very hot, and you can get attachments to pump your breasts, so not only are you gagged with her tits, you’re gagged with her breast çankırı escort milk.” Sarai said with a smile spreading through her face. “I’m no dominant though, but those are quite fun.”

We decided to buy a few different lengths of dual person dildo gags, and a couple that attach us to the other’s tits. Then she helped us find individual gags. For when we aren’t wanted, either personally or by a dominant, to be facing and attached to the other. We got matching solid colored ball gags, matching panel gags, two exterior dildo gags, a few gags to produce a lot of drool. And my choice, several that were panels with chains on them, and one that was a large ball, no strap, and a chain on it.

And with that we left. Didn’t want to buy anything else, we would wait for our Mistress before getting anything else. So now we had the incredibly boring chore of waiting. Two and a half months until she arrived. We checked the updates daily, watched the trailers several times. About a month before the arrival we got a very special update.

“Dear Ellie,

We are very excited, as we sure you are as well, to announce that your Mistress is on track to dominate you early. She will arrive in three days due to increased productivity in our company. As such we wanted to help you prepare for the sudden schedule change. First your Mistress will not need anything from you to be activated, set up, or invited. Upon delivery at your porch she will begin to dominate you. She has been given the location of the house key you supplied, as well as the garage code supplied as well. She will invite herself in, inspect the home, and then inspect you. While she is inspecting you will be expected to be naked, kneeling with your legs spread, palms up and resting on your thighs. She will determine where you will be sitting in this position upon her arrival.

Your Mistress will also, within 24 hours of activation, test your obedience and abilities. Her AI is programmed to grow and learn as it discovers the environment, and you. She will adapt based on your need, her need, and the need of the space. Some of the adaptation may happen as soon as activation, some may occur in years.

Now we’ve told you what will happen, though here is a way to physically prepare. In line with your requests your Mistress will check for body hair, none will be accepted. Only the hair on your head, no pubic hair, no arm hair. In her inspection of the area she will look for anything that appears to be out of place in relation to the pictures you sent us, as well as any dirt deposits. We recommend you clean yourself and your area to the best of your abilities. The Mistress will decide if it is acceptable. You may also want to check your hair’s length, you requested your Mistress require a minimum of 30.5 centimeters length. She will check to make sure that it is at least that length. You also requested she require you wear red lipstick, on the chance that you forgot the lipstick color: Ruby Red. And you listed your hair colors as platinum blonde and deep auburn. Your Mistress will check for those as well.

We sincerely hope this helps you to prepare for the arrival of your Mistress. And want to thank you for your patience and support as we’ve developed and delivered on our promise to you. We would like to pass on our well wishes, and hope you enjoy your future with your Mistress to be.

-Intelligent Sex Company Staff”

We were speechless. We knew that we needed to start preparing the house, but we were thinking that we still had a week to slowly start cleaning. Now we have less than a week until we have a Mistress. And our house is an absolute mess. We had makeup and makeup tools scattered around both bathrooms. Our kitchen had dirt and spills from our cooking over the last week. The back entry was covered in dirt and mud from when I went out and gardened. Our main entry was fine, but the entertaining space on the main level was a wreck. We had our coffee mugs on the table, some with coffee still in them, stains from the mugs on the table. The glass was smudged from our feet resting on it. There was a pizza box or two still cankiriescort.net on the table in the dining room, a few dishes still out. Our pantry was far from stocked, and what was left was probably expired. Our bedroom, oh God. We hadn’t vacuumed in a few weeks, hadn’t made the bed, or changed the sheets since last month. Had dirty laundry all over the floor. Which was surprising, cause neither of us had been clothed in a week and a half.

Our guest room hadn’t been touched since Cassandra was over, so it was probably covered in a layer of light dust. The linen closet was maybe half full. The other half was on our bathroom floor. The rocking chair we have in the bedroom was covered in cum and squirt. Our office was a disaster scene, papers scattered everywhere, the laptop had squirt on it. One of our desk office chairs had tears in it, the other was leather and also had cum and squirt all over it. The basement was never finished by the last owners, but it had a couple rooms done. And those both flooded, we haven’t had time to replace the carpet. But other than that they were pretty nice.

And if we check the timestamp on the email, it was sent almost 18 hours ago. So we really only had 36 hours until Mistress arrived. And there’s no way we have the whole house cleaned by that time. And we still have to dye Talia’s hair back to platinum blonde. Which itself takes a bit of time because her hair is over half a meter long, and has green dyed into it.

After an hour or two of precious time discussing how to start. We decided that the best start would be our bedroom and the two upper bathrooms. Following that we would move onto the office. And depending on the amount of time left we would either try to clean the kitchen, or get ourselves showered, shaved, and Talia’s hair dyed back.

We had roughly 33 hours to clean when we started. And we were going to use all of them. After about three hours of me cleaning up the bedroom floor, and Talia cleaning our main bathroom. We had gotten almost nowhere. I had gotten about half the clothes off the floor and into the laundry, the other half couldn’t fit in the first load. Then I still had to vacuum, and scrub the floor. Because there was a fair bit of orgasm juice, and a bit of blood since we were both naked for our week. And a lot of dirt mixed in from being such a mess. And Talia hadn’t done much better. She got half our double vanity sink clear. But there was still makeup and mascara stains on the counter. All our hair brushes were either broken or covered in hair still. The towels weren’t off the floor.

After about six hours I had gotten all the clothes washed, put away, and arranged properly. Talia had given me the towels from the bathroom floor to put in the laundry. And I had taken off our bed sheets. Those were all cleaned and put away. Now I had to scrub and vacuum the floor, and clean the walls of whatever dirt, or squirt, or pee, or whatever had gotten on them. Talia had cleaned off the vanity entirely. The shower was cleaned, the floor was cleaned, and she was able to move on to the next bathroom. Which was only about half as bad.

Another six hours, Talia had finished the other bathroom. We were down to about 18 hours at maximum. More than likely less. We were both scrubbing at the floor and walls of our bedroom. We’d gotten maybe half the floor done. The walls were looking fine, maybe a couple spots to touch up. But if it was small we weren’t too worried about it. We wanted the floor to be the full color, and not have any evidence of our making a mess of it.

We finally finished the bedroom and had about fifteen hours left. My breasts were sore from swinging while I scrubbed. Or bouncing while I ran and bent over and squatted. Talia was exhausted from running three cleaning rooms. I crawled over to where she was sitting, keeping my ass above my shoulders, and swinging it a little. And laid my head down in her lap. We need a short break.

Well I had actually fallen to sleep. And I guess Talia did too. But I didn’t wake up in Talia’s lap, as I had laid down. Instead I woke up with a pressure on my tits. On my stomach, and my head was facing a gorgeous heel. An amazing orange with the sparkled glitter texture on it making it shine just a little bit. In that heel was a beautiful foot, with orange matte painted toenails, smooth skin and an astounding set of legs. Smooth and long and beautiful, not thin, not athletic, and not thick but a wonderful mix of all three. And before I could look up the heel moved to position itself on my head. Holding it down from seeing the rest of presumably my new Mistress.

I could hear a low moaning from somewhere. I knew it was Talia but she didn’t sound like she was in the same room. Or near me. But I couldn’t look around or move my head much. I saw a hand, beautiful and smooth and tanned with orange nails, slowly stretching down. I felt it slide between my left breast and the floor. The pressure increased as it did, and then the hand squeezed. I let a loud yelp escape my mouth.

The heel let off of my head and I felt the hand push me up by the breast. I grimaced as I stood, hoping to get the pressure off my tit. As I stood I looked down to my very sore and painful breasts. Seeing that they were now tied rather tightly with a cord. Making them a nice shade of purple grey. Once I was completely on my feet I looked up more. My Mistress was the most beautiful person I’d seen. She had boobs just a little larger than mine. Amazing dark hair, raven, easily 75 centimeters long. Curled to have a bounce when she moved. Her eyes are an amazing deep blue, hypnotic almost. You could stare into them forever. Her lips were full and a complimentary dark shade to her hair.

“You don’t look at me cunt.” She ordered and pushed my head to look at the floor. “You didn’t clean for my arrival. You didn’t prepare yourself for my arrival. And I found you napping on the other whore when I got here. Neither of you was in position, or ready for me. Both of you were dirty, you had hair where you aren’t allowed hair. You didn’t have your makeup done.”

She paced around me in a circle just looking up and down my body. Lightly caressing the back of my hips every so often, running her hand up my pussy. On one pass she slapped my tit rather hard. Leaving a handprint. I let out a cry of shock and small pain when she did. After my yelp I heard more moaning and some shaking and desperation. Talia must’ve been trying to cum.

“So whore, I’m going to think of how to punish you for being such a stupid slave. While I do that I’ll list the rules.” She spanked my ass, leaving another mark. “You will respond to whore ellie, cunt ellie, slave ellie, slut ellie, bitch ellie. Or other such names and terms. You will follow orders when you are told. You will keep yourself shaved everyday. You will not cum, unless I give you permission, and am the cause for your orgasm. You do not sleep in a bed anymore, you will sleep chained in a cage that I will buy today. When in public you will walk a step behind me, with your eyes on my shoes. Your makeup, nails, and hair will be done everyday. Curled hair, ruby red lips, and as natural a makeup style you can get. You will not speak to anyone, unless I say ‘yes slave ellie you may speak.’ You will not wear clothes, unless I give them to you in the morning, with a specific time to have them on. All your toys are now my toys, and I will use them whenever I want. Even though you only have gags. If you break any of these rules you will be punished quickly, and as I see appropriate.”

She stopped and pushed me backward. Lifting my head up by the chin as she did so. “You can look at me now slave ellie.” I looked up into her eyes and fell in love. I immediately relaxed and let her guide me. I didn’t know where she was pushing me to but I didn’t care. I was so happy she was here. A Mistress.

She stopped and turned me around. In front of me, where our bed, stood a metal frame. Talia was tied to it, upside down. Covered in cum, squirt, pee. I don’t know why, she didn’t look to have a toy anywhere near her. Mistress forced me to my knees and lowered my head to the height of Talia’s. Keeping my ass in the air and spreading my legs a bit.

“Now, whore Talia and whore Ellie. We need to find a way to punish you. And I don’t think you will like what I have in mind. But for now, I think Talia you can come down off that frame and we can put Ellie up there.”

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I love to please my man J in any way that I possibly can.

When we have been playing one thing he has mentioned he would like to do is to look down and see two females enjoying his cock. The other thing he has also expressed a desire for is to be, and I quote “the meat in the sandwich.”

He’d just recently developed a liking for me to put my mistress head on, dominate him and to be fucked with my strap-on. Brave guy, I’m not sure I would like 7″ of hard thick cock deep in my arse the way that I take him! I’m not gentle with him at all but he enjoys it and after all there is no point in doing anything unless both parties enjoy it and we certainly were.

So anyway, he had mentioned after a particularly fun session that he thought it would be amazing for him to be pegged with a strap-on by one of my female “friends” while he was deep in me, thus making him the meat in sandwich. See where I’m going with this?

Unbeknown to him I had had a conversation with my female friend B. She is a girl that I/we have played with on a few occasions before and was pretty much game for anything. She and I had become good friends as we were similar in a lot of ways in both the vanilla and kink worlds. Both had male partners but both also liked to play with each other. As I’ve mentioned in my previous tales we both we learning to explore our bi-sides with each other and having a ball doing so. She and I had been brainstorming together planning on what we going to get up to when we all met again. The conversation had got a little hot and to be completely honest had got me incredibly turned on.

We were going to give J his meat in the sandwich scenario but throw him a massive curve ball in doing so…

J probably didn’t recall the conversation we had mid play where I said to him about him being the meat as he wanted but changing the strap-on idea to a real cock. He never said no at that point, so I took his silence as a yes. B’s man who I shall call E was bi and a top so when we were chatting about playing again I had casually dropped in that it would be fun for our men to play as well. She agreed with me so the plotting began. She had spoken to E and he had agreed to join us a foursome with my rule in play in that the males only play with each other and their own partners, no girl swapping.

Us girls had sorted out a date that they would come over which tied in to both mine and J’s schedules but had “accidentally” omitted to tell him. Whoops, my bad. They were both going to come over and be at my house before J’s normal arrival time and wait upstairs for us. I would blindfold him so he would be unaware of their presence until I was ready for him to be made aware. I love to tease him and he loves it back but this would be the ultimate!

D-Day arrived and I prepared myself in the same way that I would do for any day he was coming around. Showered, make-up and dressed in a sexy baby-doll style outfit, minus the matching panties and worn with some killer heels.

The doorbell rang and I opened it to reveal my beautiful friend and her partner. He wasn’t my cup of tea but there again no man other than mine would be as I am totally devoted and besotted with J. After a quick hug and kiss with B I let them in and let them carry on upstairs to sort themselves out. She knew where she was going as she had been over several times before both with threesome play and also just the two of us together playing alone.

I carried on into the kitchen and acted as I would do on any normal day just pottering around until amasya escort I heard him come in the front door and lock it behind him. Then throwing my arms around him for a kiss and a hug. We are also very soppy together as well as kinky when the timing was right. Pulling away from his embrace I instructed him to strip naked. Putting on a firm tone with him.

He did as he was instructed, his cock already standing to attention. He does get off on me putting my dominant head on and who I am to deny a man his kicks?

I eased a blindfold over his eyes and took him by the cock. “Follow me my love. We’re going upstairs.”

He totally trusts me and followed, although the fact that by being led by his cock he kind of had little option but to do so. I guided him up the stairs into the bedroom where our friends awaited. She had changed into an outfit not dissimilar to mine and her man was totally naked his cock also standing proud.

Motioning for them to remain silent as we entered the room. I led J in. Still using his cock as a lever I led him to an area where there was plenty of space all around him so everyone could get access to his body.

Leaning into my man I whispered into his ear. “Are you ready for the fun to commence?” he nodded an affirmation. Still blissfully unaware of the presence of others in the room.

I let go of him and left him standing erect in the middle of the room. I motioned to B and her partner in crime for them to touch my beloved. We all put our hands on his torso at the same time. The expression on his face even below the blindfold was an absolute picture. Surprise and delight all at the same time.

“How are you feeling darling?” I asked my somewhat bewildered man.

“I have no words.” Came the reply. I’d obviously shocked him into silence.

Time to up the shock factor after all there is no point in doing something unless you do it properly. Dominant head on I signalled for B to drop for her knees and take my man’s cock into her mouth. He would know it wasn’t me as every girl has their own technique for pleasuring a man, although he wouldn’t know who it was as I have never let anyone suck him since we have been together due to the fact that I’m quite insecure. But, as time has gone on I’ve got less so and I know he isn’t going to run away with B so no harm done. Turning up the gas a bit more I motioned for her man to join her in sucking J’s cock.

Whispering in his ear “How does that feel my love?”

“Oh. My. God” was the response. “Who…?”

“Would you like to see who is enjoying your cock?”

I leaned across my friends and kissed him hard on the mouth removing the blindfold from his eyes. He blinked, his eyes getting accustomed to the unfamiliar brightness of the room. Looking down to see who was indeed enjoying his cock then looking back up at me speechless.

“Are you ok darling?”

“Yes, my love. Just slightly surprised but wow! I never thought you would do this for me.”

“You know I’d do anything for you my love. Just enjoy the moment.”

He shut his eyes with a look of pure pleasure on his face. I loved the fact that I could fulfil my man’s fantasy and more besides. His pleasure was very much my pleasure and I was getting soaked. I needed some attention and seeing everyone else was busy I figured the best way to do it was to take matters into my own hands. Literally.

Grabbing my favourite vibrator from the toy box which I had got out earlier before they all arrived (call it a hunch, but I had a feeling amasyaescort.com that they would be out.). I turned it on to full. Laid back on the bed and placed the head of it onto my needy clit. Fuck, it felt good. Playing with my own personal porn show to watch at the same time.

My beloved loves to watch me play by myself but it was normally only something I did on cam with him when we weren’t able to see each other, but today he was having a front row view while being sent to heaven by our friends.

Stepping away from them he moved to join me on the bed but they clearly had other ideas. Not allowing him to where he was going, which was to get on top of me. E gave him a gentle push so he ended up next to me instead.

Looks like someone else liked to get dominant as well as me. Curious.

He spoke to my man. “Please lay on the bed next to Clara. We have not finished with you yet.”

Had B and him been doing their own planning without me I wondered?

Ever the obedient he did as he was instructed and lay next to me. My toy still buzzing away on my now aching clit. I was getting ready to explode but didn’t want to yet so stopped the toy. Also intrigued by what they were cooking up.

Exchanging a look between themselves it was obvious they had their own plans and were executing them. Strange how the curve ball to my guy has been turned into a curve ball for me.

B dropped to her knees in front of me and her and E positioned himself next to her on the floor so he was directly below my man. Again a look passed between them.

She grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to her and he did the same to my lover beside me. Both of us at the mercy of their tongues. Holy cow! This was hot with a capital H! Looking over to see the love of my life being given oral by another man with his eyes closed and a grin that would not look out of place on the Cheshire Cat on his face.

Laying back with my eyes also closed I figured that I’d go along with whatever they had worked out as I was definitely enjoying it so far. In fact I was in total ecstasy.

I must have been laying there for a good 10 minutes enjoying her tongue lapping at my aching clit before she abruptly stopped. I opened my eyes to see her getting up off her knees and her partner doing the same.

He spoke. “Ok you two. Turn over onto your knees.”

I’m not used to receiving instruction and don’t handle it well but didn’t want to ruin things so did as I was told and went onto my knees like a good girl. My man did the same next to me. We reached across as we did so and gave each other a passionate kiss.

“I have no idea what is happening. B and I did not discuss this before.” I whispered to him.

He was clearly not fussed as he didn’t reply, just shrugged his shoulders, and grinned at me. Maybe it was the fact that someone else was taking control of me he liked…

Kissing distracted me from what B was up to behind me but I soon realised as I felt the movement of the bed as she climbed on. My strap-on standing proud attached to her. More movement as E climbed on beside her. His condom encased cock also standing proud. Crap! We were both going to get fucked simultaneously!

“Look forward please you two.” E commanded. Totally taking the role of Dominant on. I was enjoying myself too much to argue back. Plus, it was actually rather refreshing for someone else to take the lead and my pussy was literally dripping.

I felt a change in the weights on the bed as she altered her position to give my needy pussy what it wanted. Easing the plastic cock into me I groaned. This was so good. Upping the tempo until she was fucking me hard and deep.

A groan from beside me and I looked over to see my man getting the same treatment from B’s partner. He was also getting fucked good and proper. At least part of what I had planned was coming to fruition. This was incredible and so hot!

B leaned further into me and reached around to my clit. Speaking softly “Cum Clara.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. An intense orgasm took over my body. Shudders running through me as waves of pleasure pulsed through. Wow this was mind blowing!

The movement next to us stopped as the men paused in their pleasure.

Her man spoke again. “B please lay down on the bed. Clara you’re to go on top with the strap on in your pussy.”

He looked at J. “I want you to get the lube and apply it to Clara’s ass. You’re then going to fuck her and I’m going to fuck you.”

Shit.

My mouth hit the ground. Never in all of my planning had this scenario come up. Oh well, in for a penny…

B did as she was told and lay down. I climbed on top and eased the dildo into my pussy. Feeling the cold of the lube on my ass as the rest of the instructions were being carried out, then pressure of my man’s cock being inserted gently into my ass. Jeez, we’d done dp like this before with B but this was something else! More movement and the weight changed again as E joined the tangle of bodies. A sharp intake of breath from J behind me as he put his cock into my man and began to fuck him, causing a domino effect of movement as everyone was fucking each other.

Well, my guy certainly had got his wish of being the meat in the sandwich only this was more than we’d both imagined as I was also being the meat. Not in my wildest dreams had I even imagined this would happen. My best girl was stunning although a little crafty but wow! This was something else. I was in heaven.

“Guys. I’m going to cum again!” This was going to make me explode.

“I’m joining you Clara!” Was B’s response. Good I wanted her to cum as she hadn’t done yet.

I felt her shudder from under me which then tipped me over the edge and I felt another wave of pleasure overtake me. Only this time the effects of being dp’d in such an amazing way caused me to gush over her. Her pussy getting soaked in my juices. She was being flooded! This caused a chain reaction as she grabbed hold of me tight as another wave of orgasm took over her.

Oh my God!

My man increased his tempo in my ass he was also approaching cumming. Again triggering another wave of orgasm in me. I don’t think I ever have cum so hard! Poor B was getting saturated!

A primal cry and one last powerful thrust from J as he flooded my ass with his warm seed. This was echoed from further behind him as E joined us in our orgasms. Filling the condom with his cum.

Untangling ourselves from each other all four of us flopped onto the bed. Each couple in an embrace. Happy and satisfied. Gathering our thoughts and reflecting on what had just happened. Nobody speaking, just laying and cuddling our respective partners.

B eventually spoke up. “So Clara. What did you make of that?” She grinned at me.

“You lady are a crafty one. I did not expect that to happen but thank you both it was mind blowing.”

“You are more than welcome. We thought that we would turn things around on you and give you a treat also.”

J spoke up. “Yes, thank you both. That was fantastic. I can’t wait to see what you girls cook up for next time!”

Hmmmm. That sounded like a challenge to me. What can we cook up for next time?

Watch this space…

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I was on vacation from the States. One bright, sunny day which is often most unusual in England while strolling along the beach, I listened to the ocean waves swishing onto the sandy-small rock strewn shore to kiss the land before returning out to sea from whence they came.

It was in the mid-fifties, and I was wearing a somewhat revealing bathing suit for that day and age, especially in staid England. It fit my body snuggly, accentuating my large breasts and firm, round ass. The bottom of the suit was cut straight across the tops of my thighs just below my pubic area, and beneath the front panel was a form-fitting panty that was cut high on my ass cheeks and showed the outline of my pussy or quim as the Brits like to call the female genitalia. It was black, and the V cut bodice accentuated my cleavage and fair, pale skin common to many of Irish ethnicity.

I was walking past a seaside Caravan in front of which sat two woman in lounge chairs. They were looking out at the water and chatting away loudly enough for me to hear them but not so I knew about what they were talking. They were large women, one elderly with grey hair and the other quite a bit younger with dark hair. Both women had exceptionally large breasts, and even though they were sitting down I could tell they both had broad, well-formed hips. Each was dressed modestly casually as they should since they were obviously vacationing at the shore.

As I walked slowly along the water’s edge, feeling the cold water as each new wave sloshed up around my feet, I couldn’t help but look their way since I knew they had been watching me.

Wanting to be polite I said somewhat loudly so they could hear me above the sound of the waves, “Good Morning! Lovely day. Isn’t it?”

The elderly woman called out in an equally loud voice, “Right you are. ‘Tis a beautiful morning.”

The younger woman chimed in, “From your accent I’d say you’re from the States. Yes?”

I stopped and answered, “Yes. From the States. Here on vacation. My maternal grandmother was from Sussex.”

“Ah, Sussex. A lovely place,” responded the elderly lady. “Why don’t you come up and join us so we don’t have to shout to be heard above the waves. There’s an extra lounge for you.”

I wasn’t heading to any particular place, so I didn’t mind having my morning walk interrupted. Besides, I enjoyed meeting new people, especially here since my grandmother Lucy Ann emigrated from England to America with some of her family, the older ones staying behind because they had jobs, when she was just two years old. I, therefore, walked up towards the two women until I was standing in front of them, and while looking down at their smiling faces, I couldn’t help but notice how large both their breasts were and how full they were in their hips. Both would be considered Rubenesque in form, meaning voluptuous.

My sexual orientation being a lesbian I must admit both women turned me on just looking at their large breasts and round, full hips, and I loved women of all ages, including the elderly. There is something so sensual about a large, buxom, elderly lady with her soft round curves and malleable flesh who usually has a large, rounded pubic mound covered with either dark pubic hair with streaks of grey running through it or totally grey. They also often have large clits that I find are so good to suck on and enjoy having my mouth full of their erect, hard clit and puffy, blood-engorged shaft. Very sexy. Besides, I enjoyed making love to large, full-bodied women. Although, I loved making love to women of any age and any colour. My taste in women is very eclectic.

The two ladies must have caught me starring down at their large breasts because I saw them look at one another and exchange a knowing glance and smile.

The elderly woman spoke up first.

“Well, I must say that is quite some swim suit you have on there, or should I say almost on? One doesn’t see too many like that here. A wee bit modest don’t you know.”

I blushed which is quite visible on my fair skin and felt a little self-conscious, but the elderly woman added, “Oh, don’t be embarrassed, Deary. On you and with your lovely body it looks very good. Doesn’t it, Barbs?”

Still blushing, nevertheless, I said, “Well, thank you for the compliment, Mrs….”

“Oh, please, my name is Louise, but most of the time I’m called Granny, and,” pointing to the woman sitting next to her, “this is my daughter Barbara who usually goes with just Barbs or Aunty Barbs by her nieces and nephews. She likes being called Aunty Barbs. Don’t you, Love?”

Aunty Barbs smiled and answered, “Yes, Mom, I like being called Aunty Barbs just as we all call you Granny. Almost like nicknames.”

I smiled down at Granny and Aunty Barbs and said, “Isn’t this a coincidence? My name is Maggie, but often I’m called Maggs by my friends and family.”

Granny glowed and said, “Well, Maggs, it’s a pleasure meeting you. Now, do sit down. Aunty Barbs, why not move into the other chair so Maggs can sit between us so we can be more comfortable while we adana escort talk and get to know one another better.”

Aunty Barbs willingly got up from her lounge and sat down in the one to Granny’s left, leaving the middle seat for me. As I studied their faces and bodies, I guessed Granny to be about sixty-five and Aunty Barbs to be in her mid-thirties.

I sat down in the lounge vacated by Aunty Barbs and stretched out my long legs to stretch my calves and thighs instead of crossing my legs and rested my forearms on the arms of the lounge.

“There, now isn’t this better?” asked Granny.

I smiled and answered, “Yes, Granny, this is much better.”

Granny smiled back as she reached across to a small table beside her lounge, picked up an empty glass, and poured some lemonade into it.

“Here, Maggs, you must be thirsty from your walk on this unusually sunny day,” Granny said as she handed me the glass of lemonade that already had condensation on the outside.

“Thank you, Granny. This will hit the spot,” I said politely. “Thank you.”

I felt Granny’s and Aunty Barbs’ eyes giving me the once over as they looked at me from head to feet.

“Maggs, I must say you have a beautiful body that you show off so well. Doesn’t she, Aunty Barbs?” asked Granny.

I looked down my own body, having received such a nice complement from Granny, and saw that the bottom of my outer swim suit had slid up my thighs, revealing the brief under panties beneath. I also saw my inner bottoms of my bathing suit had also crept up, creasing between my pussy lips, and since I had a thick, heavy bush of ginger-orange pubic hair, some of it was visible beyond the legs of my inner panties.

Self-consciously as I was reaching down to pull down the outer part of my swim suit, Granny spoke up, “Oh, Maggs, you don’t have to do that. If you’re comfortable as you are, keep it that way. We’re all women here. Aren’t we Aunty Barbs?”

Aunty Barbs answered quickly and with a slight tremor in her voice, “Oh, my yes, Maggs, we’re all women here. No need to be modest. Just relax and enjoy your lemonade as we talk and get to know one another better.”

I felt relieved but still somewhat embarrassed, but Granny and Aunty Barbs were doing their best to make me feel comfortable, so I put my forearms back onto the arm rests of the lounge and relaxed, taking sips of my lemonade as we talked.

It seemed like hours that we talked about anything and everything. Granny and Aunty Barbs wanted to know about my grandmother Lucy Ann, where I was from in the States– I told them was Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania–and what brought me to this particular part of England. They in turn told me much about themselves.

While Granny was talking, she raised her hands to the top of her shirt and began to unbutton it, saying, “It’s getting quite warm. Maggs, you don’t mind if I open my blouse to let some air cool me off do you?”

Now, feeling comfortable in Granny’s and Aunty Barbs’ presence, I said, “No, Granny, I don’t mind. Why should I? We’re all women here. Isn’t that I was told.”

Granny smiled at me warmly, and I saw a gleam in her eyes.

“Aunty Barbs, you must be getting warm, too. Why don’t you open your blouse and get comfortable,” Granny said.

When Granny said this to Aunty Barbs, I automatically looked over at her and saw she was already unbuttoning her blouse, too, until both of them had a good portion of their breasts revealed to me, neither one wearing a bra underneath their blouses, and I saw both of their large cleavages down to the beginning of their areolas. Granny’s areolas were a dark pink while Aunty Barbs’ were a lighter pink. I could not see their nipples though; although, I saw their nipples were standing out hard and erect against the thin material of their white blouses.

Within myself I had to admit that seeing Granny’s and Aunty Barbs’ large, melon-like breasts excited me, and I felt myself getting wet between my legs from my pussy cream seeping out of my slit.

Granny and Aunty Barbs continued talking, telling me about themselves…where they lived, what they enjoyed doing…you know…alot of trivial details that goes with small talk.

While we talked some more since Granny and Aunty Barbs had exposed a good portion of their large breasts, I noticed Granny drop her hand down onto her lap and begin to rub her fingers over her pubic area. That must have been a sign to Aunty Barbs to do the same because she also dropped her left hand into her lap and began massaging her pubic mound with her fingers.

Needless to say I was becoming more and more sexually aroused, and I began to wonder what Granny and Aunty Barbs were up to.

“Surely,” I thought, “they can’t tell I’m a lesbian, or is it written all over my face now that I’ve been staring so much at their large breasts and couldn’t keep my eyes off them.”

I was also not aware that while we were talking and I was becoming sexually aroused I had inadvertently spread my legs a little that exposed more of my crotch, adanaescort.biz making my wet spot quite noticeable.

“Oh, my Maggs,” said Granny in a thick voice, “look at yourself. You have a wet spot on the crotch of your bathing suit panties. Look Aunty Barbs. Isn’t Maggs wet between her legs?”

Just as I looked down at myself, Granny leaned forward, reached out with her right arm, and ran her fingers over my wet spot, sending shivers of sexual delight course through my aroused body. She raised them up for me to see my pussy’s moisture on her fingertips, and then she pointed them at Aunty Barbs.

“See, Aunty Barbs. Isn’t our Maggs wet?”

I looked quickly over at Aunty Barbs in time to see her smile wickedly and say, “Oh, my yes, Granny. Our Maggs is truely wet. No denying it, but I wonder why?”

Now, I turned my head to look into Granny’s eyes, feeling caught between them in the knowledge they both now knew that I was sexually aroused and I was wet between my legs, my pussy cream having seeped out of my slit to make the large wet spot on the crotch of my swim suit panties. Even though my suit was black, the wet spot shown even darker.

Before I had a chance to make up some excuse to explain my wetness between my legs, Granny put her fingers between my legs and ran them up between my puffy labia that were three times their normal size from my being sexually aroused.

When I felt Granny fingering my pussy, I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan of pleasure at her gentle touch.

Hearing my moan, Granny said salaciously, “Oh, my Maggs, you are sexually aroused. I can feel your wetness, and I just heard you moan.”

“What made you become sexually aroused, Maggs? Seeing Granny’s and my large breasts?” asked Aunty Barbs.

Before I had a chance to answer Aunty Barbs, Granny asked, “Do you like women, Maggs? Is that the reason you are so wet between your legs? Don’t be shy. You don’t have to be shy or embarrassed with Aunty Barbs and me. Does she Aunty Barbs?”

“Oh, my no, Maggs. You don’t have to be shy or embarrassed in front of Granny and me. You see, we both love women, and not only that Granny and I, Mom and I, have been enjoying an incestuous relationship for some time now. Ever since I was eighteen and becoming quite the lady.”

While listening to Aunty Barbs, I didn’t realize Granny had worked her first two fingers beneath my swimsuit panties and was fingering my pussy. I was mesmerized by what Aunty Barbs was telling me about hers and her mother’s incestuous relationship. I didn’t realize Granny’s fingering me until she flicked her fingertips across my now hard, erect clit that had popped out completely from beneath its protective hood.

I jumped at Granny’s touch and thrust my hips up off the seat of the lounge to push my sensitive clit against Granny’s delightful fingers.

My upward movement of my hips pushed Granny’s two fingers off my clit and down to my open, creamy slit into which Granny shoved them all the way over my rows of fleshy ridges and onto my puffy, soft, spongy area where she rubbed my hard G-Spot.

“Oh, my god,” I stifled a cry of pure sexual delight as I felt Granny finger fucking my vagina as she slipped her thumb beneath my swimsuit panties and placed it onto my throbbing clit. Once in that position Granny continued to finger fuck me while rubbing my hard clit at the same time.

I bucked my hips up and down on Granny’s hand as my sexual excitement mounted and I felt myself nearing an orgasm.

While Granny played with my pussy, Aunty Barbs got up from her lounge and came around to stand behind me. She reached down and slid her hands onto my breasts and got them beneath my bodice until she had my hard, erect nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and started to tweak, pull, and roll them.

Leaning down, Aunty Barbs put her mouth onto my ear and breathed into my ear canal and said, “Maggs, let it happen. Cum for Granny and me. We want you to cum all over Granny’s fingers.”

Having Aunty Barbs whisper those words into my ear, I groaned my wanton, sexual arousal and felt my body tense, that brief moment before being hit with orgasms.

“Ungh! Oh, my god, I’m cumming!” I moaned.

I pressed my feet against the ground and shoved hard on Granny’s hand, her two fingers deep inside me rubbing and pushing up against my G-Spot and her thumb massaging my vibrating clit. My inner thighs trembled with erotic tension when I cried out and ejaculated a hard stream of my love juice all over Granny’s hand that was cupping my pussy.

Granny cried out, “Yes, yesssssssssssssssssssssssss, Maggs, cum for Granny!”

I thought I’d never stop ejaculating, but in time it came out in a trickle as I gasped for air and my heart bounded inside my chest, my breasts rising and falling with Aunty Barbs’ hands still cupping them and squeezing my hard nipples.

When I had myself under control, Granny slid her wet hand out from beneath my swim suit panties that were soaked and wet, and Aunty Barbs took her hands off my breasts and put them onto my shoulders and massaged them to help me become relaxed after my intense orgasms.

When I was able to open my eyes, I was looking up into Granny’s grey eyes. She was smiling at me while licking her hands clean of my pussy cream and love juice.

“I must say, Maggs, when you cum, you really cum. That was intense,” Granny said.

I, on my part, was speechless as I still continued to get control of my bodily senses.

Still smiling, Granny said, “Maggs, let’s go into the Caravan where we can be more comfortable and not be on public display even though the beach is usually deserted. Okay?”

Granny reached down with a helping hand and pulled me up until our bodies pushed against each other. I now felt Granny’s large, pendulous breasts pressed against mine and sighed through parted lips.

“Would you like to see Granny’s big breasts, Maggs? Aunty Barbs’, too?” Granny asked seductively.

“Uh hum,” I murmured.

“Well then, lets go inside,” Granny said as she took my hand and led the way with Aunty Barbs opening the screen door and letting us pass before coming in behind us and closing it.

Once inside Granny led the way to the bedroom where we three took off all our clothes, leaving us standing naked in front of one another.

Granny and Aunty Barbs marveled at how tall I was and mentioned my long reddish-blonde hair and my ginger-orange pubic bush, and they loved my large breasts that were still firm and stood out from my chest.

I, on the other hand, was taken aback by both Granny’s and Aunty Barbs’ Rubenesque bodies with their huge breasts, each having very large areolas and large, round nipples. Granny’s big breasts sagged some because of her age of sixty-five. Aunty Barbs’ big tits also sagged because of their size, but they still held their form.

Looking down at their wide, round hips I was stunned at how large Granny’s pubic area was stretching full across her lower abdomen and over her puffy mons. Her thick forest of pubic hair was almost completely grey that matched the hair on her head that she kept up in a bun pinned onto the back of her head. Her pussy lips were quite puffy and full, especially now that hers, too, were swollen due to sexual excitement. However, it was Granny’s clit that intrigued me the most.

Granny’s clit was enormous. It was at least a half-inch long and round the size of a little finger, but it even looked bigger with the large protective hood and the blood-engorged shaft that disappeared over her pelvic bone into the forest of pubic hair.

God, I wanted to go down on Granny so badly and suck on her big clit.

As to be expected, Granny had a paunch or slight potbelly that creased above her pubic line that spread from hip to hip. She also had a deep bellybutton, quite large.

Granny’s thighs were large and a little flabby from loss of muscle tone, but her calves were still well formed.

Aunty Barbs had medium dark hair and hazel eyes, a pretty round face with pouting lips, and delicate ears close to her head.

Her large breasts were well suited for her broad hips that were still firm because of her age. She had nice legs even though somewhat large like Granny’s but, nevertheless attractive.

What both Granny and Aunty Barbs had were large asses, Granny’s being more flexible with a little flab while Aunty Barbs’ was tighter but still very round.

Aunty Barbs’ pubic area was also large like her mom’s but covered with a heavy, black bush of pubic hair. She had large labia, both large and small, that came together at the top of her pussy where her clit was popped out from beneath its protective hood. Her clit was almost as large as Granny’s. Her abdomen was on the paunchy side but firmer than her mom’s.

Granny and Aunty Barbs gave me plenty of time to look at their bodies before Granny spoke up.

“Well, Maggs, what do you think? Do Aunty Barbs and I pass the test? Do you like what you see?”

I cleared my throat and answered, “Oh my, yes, Granny. I like both yours and Aunty Barbs’ bodies. I love the Rubenesque figure with large breasts and equally large hips, giving it that hourglass look.”

Both Granny and Aunty Barbs smiled approvingly with my answer.

“Well, then, Maggs, come here and give us a kiss…both of us,” Granny said enticingly.

I walked over towards the bottom of the bed where Granny and Aunty Barbs were standing and took turns taking them into my arms and kissing them passionately, licking their lips; pressing my open mouth onto their open mouths; thrusting my tongue inside and sucking on their tongues and investigating their teeth, gums, and inside of their cheeks with the tip of my tongue; and then French kissing each one hungrily as I thrust my tongue into their throats as far as I could.

Granny and Aunty Barbs in turn did the same with me.

While we kissed, we each roamed over the body of the other with our hands…cupping our breasts, tweaking our hard nipples, running our hands down our sides, caressing our buttocks in our hands and squeezing each ass cheek in the process. Best of all we insinuated our hands between the legs of the other, feeling our pussies and sliding our fingers along the wet, creamy labia.

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For many, many months now a woman had been constantly been paying a man much money for his job. He would give her back massages each and every day for one week out of every month. She could order more if she wished, but she never did. And the man in question was a large man, rippling muscles all long his chest. His skin was bronzed and his hair had a short cut look. His hands were considered the magic of the lands and he was said to have been able to make any person walk from his office with a smile.

This woman always wanted this man, and this man had always wanted her, since the first day she had walked into his office.

Soon it would be the last day she would be coming, and he allowed it, but he wanted what he had craved for, for so long. That day she had came in, her brown locks running past her shoulders in what seemed to be the perfect curly position. She had ordered the special package. The first time that she ever had.

He smiled at her as she came in and spoke in a soft but manly voice, “Welcome, take off your shirt as usual and lie down on the table please.” She smiled at him and did as he had asked, not minding taking off her shirt in front of him because of the many times she had already done it.

She walked to the table and swung one leg over it as though ready to ride it before lying her face down into the hole and bringing her legs up to rest on the table. This position always was a little uncomfortable because of hard press of her large DD cup breast. She opened her green eyes and watched down at his feet as they walked past her, his fingers slowly dragging down her back. She groaned out very softly… and that was just a soft movement of his fingertips.

He took the oils he had used so many times on her, but this time an extra ingredient was added, something to ensure that he would get what he wanted. The combination of lavender and roses were poured along her back very soft, making a small pattern on her back.

He set the two bottles down and gently pressed his hands against her back, pushing up towards her shoulders and inwards towards her back. He heard many cracks and he smiled, “You should have come sooner.”

He softly grunted with each thrust of his fingers. There was something in the air, besides the Lavender and Rose. There was something that she could only smell… a smell coming from everywhere. She felt herself… ağrı escort deep inside of her she began to feel a clutter of pleasure build up. She could feel, deep in her panties she could feel wetness start to form… what was it?

He smiled as he continued thrusting his hands against her back, rubbing it with the utmost care but perfection. His hands traveled all over her middle and lower back, moving softly over her shoulder blades but making them seem to come out with perfection as well. Her body was so small it would almost seem like an impossible task to make every spot on her body feel good. But he was planning on doing just that.

His plan was starting to work as she began to become hazed in the lusty feelings for this man that had such fingers.

After he was done with her back he told her to flip over and smiled when she did so without a care in the world, looking up at him and boasting out her petite body, her large breast wiggling softly behind the cloth of bra that barely held it in, only holding a size C in, the breast seemed like they were about to snap the poor material in half.

He smiled as he saw it and looked at her eyes, the lusty glaze seemed to be protruding and watching the small bulge in his pants. He smeared the juices of the perfumed essences on her body and began to rub it with softness but such sensuality that she was holding in her soft moans from his fingers. He got her shoulders, stomach, and her chest and actually got part of her breast, but that wasn’t in the main part and he wasn’t quite sure if she was ready just yet.

He walked to the bottom of the massage table and reached foreword, pulling up the towel around her waist and pulling her pants down. He left her panties on but kept the towel over it so that he could see the dark stain though the white, cotton, little girl panties, and even see a small shimmering pool under that.

He smirked and reached forward, rubbing her thighs very softly with his hands. He felt something against his crotch and looked down to see her foot, pressed against his bulge. He groaned out softly as she started to press with her heel then toes, making love to his balls with her foot. He was watching her face and she was enjoying it so much, almost like he was playing with her breast. He smiled and heard her moan out with such sexuality as he moved his hands all over agriescort.net her thighs and legs.

He groaned out for almost twenty minutes straight, her feet having been playing with his balls the entire time. After those twenty minutes he finally moved to the side of her, looking down at her and smiling.

“You’re done Ashley,” He said softly, smiling, “Unless you want me to continue.”

She smiled at him and sat up, reaching behind her small frame and unclipping her bra, the bra shooting off of her body and landing on the ground with her shirt and pants. “Do my breast please.” She asked softly, looking up at him with the most innocent look he had ever seen. He smiled looking at her and nodded, placing his hands on her breast and softly rubbing them with his rough fingertips. She moaned out softly and pressed her Large breast against his fingers, letting his thumbs swipe over her nipples as his fingers played with the skin of her breast like strings.

She continued to moan out, her eyes closing… she loved his fingers so much… She opened her eyes and watched as his head lowered and his mouth engulfed her nipple, she moaned out loudly. “Oh god…” She breathed out, his lips feeling so heavily on her nipple. She gasped with a moan as he nibbled on her tender but hard nipple. She felt his other hand slowly slide down her stomach and over her perfectly shaped pelvis. His hand pushed the towel that guarded her sex away.

His fingers touching the cotton panties he smirks and slowly begins to pull away the worn down cloth, liquid leaking all over the table. He smiles and runs his fingers oh so smoothly over the dripping slit. “You’re dripping…” He whispers to her.

She smirks at him, “Your rock hard.”

He looks down and smiles at her.

“Then will have to do something about both of our dilemmas… won’t we?” She smiles and looks over at one of the many tables that had the leg area split open.

“What are those for?” She asks, pointing over towards them, her mouth almost dripping, wanting that huge looking dick in her mouth or better yet, in her pussy.

“Those… They are for vaginal messages.” He blinks and smiles, taking her hand and leading her over to one of the tables, laying her down, the head of it falling back as he stands in front of her face, dropping his pants. His huge dick comes out, pulling at about 3 1/2 in. wide and almost 8 1/2 in. long. Her mouth went from watering to pouring as she quickly opened her throat, allowing him to push his huge tool into her mouth. She closed her lips around it and started to suck on the massive member, letting him slide it in and out of her lips, covering it in her saliva. He was able to almost fit all of his dick into her mouth but it soon started to hurt her so he pulled out of her, a plopping being heard as her lips left the cock. He smiled and let the head prop again, wanting her to see her pussy be invaded by something the size of his dick.

He walks forward and lets his fingers run over the lips of her pussy before he moves his hand and grabs her thighs, slamming the entire length of his dick, hard and deep into the woman’s pussy, a loud and deep moan being heard from her throat.

He started to thrust faster and harder into this woman’s pussy then he ever had, stretching it with his huge size, her moans coming out as though she needed something new. The items that held her legs spread were now starting to rise up, giving him deeper penetration every thrust. His moans coming out and making her moan even deeper. She grabbed onto the side of the table, bracing herself for the next thrust, but was surprised when it never came.

Her eyes looking up at him as she felt another one of her holes become filled, her eyes going wide as tears spilled from each of them, pain searing though her body and a silent scream filled the room. He kept hold onto her, slowly starting to slide back and forth when he though she could take it. He saw her wince but less and less as he moved. Finally he started to move faster, moans issuing out from his and her own throat as he started pounding her ass hard, thrusting his dick into her stuffed ass.

He took her thighs, slamming himself harder into her, feeling that she would cum soon, he himself started feeling it… the liquid of her cum sliding down her pussy walls could be felt against his dick which was kept hard against each of the walls, the tightness was almost unbearable. They both moaned out into the small office as came shot though their bodies, her cum flying from her pussy and plastering against his chest. His own cum being sent flying far into Ashley’s ass.

The both fainted that very moment, his body laying on her own.

When they awoken, she made reservations to come for the next year, everyday, two times a day. The man smirked as she left, and started thinking of the many dirty and naughty things they would be doing for the next year.

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At age 20, life seemed that it was just beginning for Anna. In her sophomore year of college, she entered into a paid internship with a prominent law firm. She had an apartment of her own and her love life seemed to finally be taking off. Life was is good as anyone could dream.

After a few months of working at the firm, Anna started noticing things. Things about her supervisor. Her immediate supervisor started to take an unusual interest in her. At first it was little things like assigning certain tasks to her and work related things. Then it was as if he was hitting on her. He’d mention taking her out or how nice she looked.

At first she didn’t think much of it at all, but as time wore on the little things started becoming more and more sexual. At first it was slight banter and she played along, sometimes joking with him. But it increased into something more. She was slightly bothered by it because she was a virgin and never had done anything except for some heavy petting, but the more time that went by, the more she noticed that she looked forward to the glint in her supervisor’s eyes and the sexual remarks that he made. Although she did desire it, she would never actually do anything about it. Or so she thought.

One Friday, Jon asked her to stay late to work on a big case that had been on going the last few months. Of course she would. Anything to prove herself in the workplace. Jon and Anna had been working in his office when he had first started it. He looked at the clock and stood up and stretched. He took his tie of and unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt. He asked Anna if she was hungry and if she was, that he would order takeout. She said she was and they ordered from the local Chinese restaurant. While they were waiting for the food, Jon directed the conversation to her life. He asked her questions about where she grew up, what her family was like and then proceeding to ask her about her love life. She answered honestly, telling him that she was seeing someone, but that she was also a virgin and had never really had any sexual experiences.

He jokingly said that he would help in that area. Anna laughed it off and said maybe. What she didn’t know was that Jon was completely serious. Even though he sounded as if he was joking, he wanted Anna’s tight virgin hole stretching to fit around him. He wanted to feel her tight pussy clenching his thick cock, strangling him until he burst with pleasure.

Jon found that his cock was rock hard, raging with desire and lust. He was sitting next to Anna on his leather sofa and he didn’t think that he could resist the temptation of this wanton virgin next to him. Even though she was a virgin, she certainly didn’t act like it. Over the last few months Anna had gone from shy intern, to full blown vixen. She wore tight short skirts that molded ankaraescortbayansitesi.com to her perfectly shaped ass. Tight blouses that never seemed to completely button up showing off her voluptuous breasts and “fuck me” high heels.

He leaned close to her and asked her if she would mind if he helped. She looked into his eyes with her emerald green eyes full of lust and said she wanted him to. He leaned over and kissed her deeply. His tongue invaded her mouth hot and demanding. She moaned as his hands moved to her breasts and massaged them. She arched her back into his touch craving more. He deepened the kiss, his tongue battling frantically with hers. His hands squeezed harder, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples through her shirt and bra, causing them to harden into tight peaks.

Anna felt as though she was melting. Her body was on fire with Jon’s touch. Her pussy throbbed and became soaked as he fondled her breasts and kissed her passionately. She found herself panting with desire. She didn’t know what had overcome her. She was seeing someone. This was her boss. What in the hell was happening? But the fire that streaked through her body straight to her core was drowning her. She couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but let him overtake her.

Jon’s hands started undoing the buttons and she felt him reach around her and unsnap her bra. Her 36C tits fell free and he cupped them in his hands and moved his mouth over the hardened nipples. Anna gasped as his tongue licked and swirled about each nipple with great care. She writhed underneath his touch, crying out for more. He told her to lay down on the sofa and when she did, he pushed her skirt up over her hips revealing her black lacy thong she wore. He kissed her again and his hand moved down and covered her mound. His tongue battled ferociously with hers all the while his hand rubbing her hot mound, pushing her into higher ecstasy than ever before.

His finger traced up and down her slit with deliberate slowness. He slowly pushed his finger into her wet hole, slightly pushing the material of her thong into her. When he touched her clit, she cried out and wriggled beneath him, streaks of lightening pleasure flashing through her body like a violent storm. He rubbed harder and faster building her climax higher and higher. Right when she was about to cum, he stopped and replaced his hand with his mouth.

She jumped at the feel of his tongue through her thong. His tongue rasped up and down her slit, stopping at her clit to swirl around it. He then moved the thong aside and inserted a finger deep into her tight cunt. She screamed as his finger pierced through her and his tongue brought her to climax. Her orgasm came and burst through her body with the force of a thousand tornadoes. Her cunt gripped his finger hard and she weaved her fingers through his hair, pulling his face deeper into her spasming body. He licked up all the sweet cream that her body expelled and gave her cunt a little kiss.

He then stood up, his cock straining through his pants and undid them. He let them fall in a pool around his ankles. He grabbed Anna by the nape of her neck and with the other hand he gripped his cock and guided her mouth to it. He rubbed his cock on her lips reveling in how soft they were. He pushed his cock into her lips and she opened her mouth letting him slide into her. He groaned at how he filled her mouth with only the tip of him in her. Her mouth gripped him like a tight glove. He slowly pushed himself into her, inch by sweet inch. His hand still gripping the nape of her neck and the other one toying with her breasts.

Her mouth opened wider for him and his cock was now buried to the hilt in her mouth. He slowly began sliding it in and out of her mouth. He threw his head back as he began pumping his hips in a steady rhythm and Anna reached her hand out and massaged his balls. He cried out as he felt her hand rolling his nuts in her tiny hand. His pace began to climb faster and harder and he was driven to higher heights as the sucking sounds became more prominent.

He could feel his orgasm coming on. He drove harder and further into her, his cock touching the back of her throat. Anna felt his balls tighten and prepared for his climax. He yelled and grunted as his orgasm swept through him. Both of his hands were on her head now as he came. His cum spurted from the head of his cock and she felt him twitch in her mouth. His cum filled her mouth to the brim and she swallowed it down like it was a sweet drink. It spilled from her mouth onto her breasts and she massaged it into her silken skin. When he finally stopped cumming, she sucked him clean and he slid his cock from her sweet lips.

Jon leaned down and kissed her deeply tasting his seed in her mouth. He pulled her down onto the sofa with him and he made out with her while his body recuperated. His hands ran up and down her body, stopping for a moment and playing with her breasts. They squeezed her ass and massaged her pussy. He inserted a finger into her pussy and found that she was still sopping wet. He wanted her ready for him. He wanted her to stretch with his huge cock.

He reached down and pulled her thong all the way off admiring her shaven pussy that was clearly enjoying him. He inserted another finger and she gasped as he kept fingering her getting her good and ready. He then moved between her legs, grabbed his cock with his hand and rubbed it along her slit getting it nice and wet with her juices.

When he was coated with her juices, he began to push his cock into her. Little by little he slid his cock through her folds and into her fiery sheath. Her pussy stretched and he filled her to the max. She didn’t think that he was going to fit. He felt himself up against her thin barrier and stared down at Anna with lust filling his smoky eyes. She looked up at him with equal lust in hers and nodded and with one quick thrust he was through.

She gasped as the pain and pleasure rushed through her. His cock completely filled her pussy and he stilled for a few moments to let her adjust to his size. She nodded to him and he began to slide in and out of her tight wet cunt. He moaned as her pussy clenched his cock like a fist. She was so fucking tight. She strangled his cock with her tightness. His breath hitched in his throat and he fought for control as he wanted to just pound her dripping cunt with his long hard shaft. But she was new and he wanted it to be pleasurable for her as well.

His hands gripped her hips as he began to pick up a faster pace. She moaned and breathed yes to him. His cocked ached for release, yet he held on driving further into her silken heat. She cried out and her hips lifted from the sofa to meet every thrust of his with one of her own. Her breasts bounced with each thrust and she found herself reaching her hands up and playing with her nipples, tugging on them sending fiery sparks straight to her core.

Jon was driven at this point crazy with lust. Seeing Anna play with her own titties drove him over the edge. His long hard swollen shaft was now pounding her with a frantic rhythm. Her own thrusts bumped back into him bringing the pleasure even higher than before. He felt his orgasm coming. He felt his balls tighten, preparing to spill his thick cum.

Anna cried out as hers hit just before his did. She screamed as he drove his cock even further than she imagined and he finally came. His fingers bit deep down into her flesh as he pulled his cock from her and grabbed his cock and aimed it at her tits. He shot his hot sticky cum all over her tits. He grunted and his head fell back as his cum spurted from his cock and onto her chest. He came onto her for what seemed like forever and then when he was done he kissed her.

Anna massaged the cum into her skin loving how much he had cum on her. She smiled at him wantonly with satisfaction in her eyes. Jon smiled back and then the phone rang. Jon picked it up and smiled. Their food had finally arrived. He slid his pants back up and hurriedly put his shirt back on, haphazardly buttoning it up.

He went downstairs and paid for the food and when he entered his office again, he found Anna splayed all over the sofa waiting for him. She was still naked and her hand seemed to be pleasuring herself. He inhaled sharply and immediately set the food aside. It could wait. Right there in front of him seemed to be an employee who needed punishment. With a wicked glint in his eye and his cock now stiff with desire, he slammed the door shut and stalked over to the naked girl on his sofa.

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The Twin Pt. 01

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The characters in this story are aged 18.

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I’d heard my twin sister in the bunk below moaning. I had turned 18 just two weeks ago but actually so inexperienced with guys that I thought the guy was doing something bad to her. But the moaning didn’t really sound like she was in any sort of distress, I had actually Google searched as it happened and realised why she was making those noises. I knew my sister was a virgin like me when she had walked in our room but I was quite sure she was having sex. As my sister was reaching what Wikipedia had informed me was an orgasm, l was surprised to feel my own cheeks burning hot and heat spreading down my chest. I didn’t know if this was a twin connection but this was my first sexual experience – just the beginnings of arousal. Unfortunately the feeling disappeared just as my sister left the room with her boyfriend.

Curiosity was getting the better of me. Wanting to know what it actually felt like to be horny, I jumped down to the floor and pulled off my PJs, leaving my pink cotton briefs and bra on, As I looked at my freckled reflection in the long mirror in the corner of the room, ankaraescortbayansitesi.com I took a deep breath and pushed panties down a little to reveal the ginger hair covering my pussy. I squatted down to try and see the opening and began wondering how I had managed to get freckles right between my legs at the top of my thigh. I considered going back under my covers and touching myself with my fingers, wondering how I could get myself feeling hot again and realising I would probably have to Google for it! Just as I was about to climb to the top bunk, I heard a floorboard creak outside. I quickly pulled my panties back up and put my head around the bedroom door to see who was there.

He was on the landing outside my room and our eyes met and immediately I struggled to catch my breath, blood rushing to my freckled cheeks. He was my twins boyfriend and this was the first time I had seen his face. I think my brain and body were telling me that as twin sisters we found the same sort of guys hot. Just staring at the guy made that warmth in my cheeks and chest return and I felt quite giddy, however my shyness was overwhelming. I had no idea what to do or say.

“Hey you’re not Karla are you?”

I shook my head, my stomach flipped as my heart began beating so fast as I looked down his body. He was naked apart from his boxers. Noticing a growing bulge in them and realising I was almost completely undressed made my shyness get the better of me. Were my freckles actually hiding how much I was blushing?

He walked up to me and put his arm around me in a close hug. A wave of heat spread from my cheeks downwards, to my chest, stomach then right into my pussy. I let it it wash over me in a wave of giddiness as I put my arms around him. His hand was firmly grabbing my bum and it started to feel good.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered quietly in my ear.

As I gave him a nod he quickly pulled my body tighter to his, our eyes meeting again. As his lips pressed on mine I closed my eyes and began kissing back in complete innocence, this was my first kiss. I was feeling something hard against my belly – the realisation that it was his penis made me worried. You have no idea how amazing our slow long kiss felt but after a minute he began give me quick, short ones. I felt my nipples tingling in response to his touch and I think they were getting hard. Each kiss seemed to turn me on more. After less than a minute I was breathing hard and struggling to hide the new pleasures I was discovering. In my head I quickly listed the things it had said in the article online. But I realised my arousal wasn’t like that and some things were happening before others.

His fingers confidently moved my hair back to expose my neck and then his lips began to caress the exposed skin. It caught me a little off guard when my pussy started to tingle after just two kisses there – even more so the fact that I felt completely safe and comfortable with what was happening. With each kiss the pussy tingles got more intense and I let out an involuntary moan as I felt an intense shiver of pleasure run down my body, I think then I began to throb for him. After a couple more neck kisses I felt a new sensation of hot wetness in my panties. Now I knew I was actually wet and wondered how long I had actually been wet for before it had soaked my knickers. I didn’t want the neck kisses to stop but at the same time I kind of wsnted something more. As my innocent mind began to reconcile what it was he interrupted my thoughts by whispering.

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Sensuality, Sexuality and the Modern Woman Ch. 02

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The first few weeks after the seminar were really difficult. I know my husband felt that something had changed. He sometimes just looked at me with a puzzled expression on his face as if to say, “Who are you and what have you done with my wife?”

I spent those weeks trying to find a way to talk to him about Louise. She and I promised each other that we would find a way to leave our marriages so we could be together. We spoke over the phone every day. We had a code so we didn’t alert our husbands. If we were free o talk we would message the other, ‘Is now a good time?” If it were, the other would ring straight away. If it weren’t, then the message would be ignored.

I was so conflicted. I realised that my life up until then was fairly conventional. I married a man I loved and we raised a beautiful family. But then I met Louise again and had a really intense, weeklong sexual relationship with her. I had never even thought about another woman but she made me feel so comfortable and special that I fell for her in a big way.

I still hadn’t spoken with him when Louise made plans to come and see me. She was going to get a hotel room for the weekend and invited me to stay with her. I told my husband that some of the women from the seminar were having a weekend away to catch up and that I wanted to go.

He was fine with me going. At this stage I think he was just happy to get me out of the house. I think I was a fair bitch to him when I came back from the seminar. Everything he did I compared with Louise. He was lazy and did nothing but the bare minimum in terms of maintenance around the house. He rarely cleaned the kitchen after he had made some food for himself and he would no sooner clean the bathroom than grow wings and fly to the moon. He’s even let his weight balloon to over 220 lbs.

Louise, on the other hand, was energetic and beautiful. She was houseproud and had pride in her own appearance. She always kept her things tidy. Did I mention how beautiful she was?

Anyway, as the Friday of her arrival dawned, I woke up really nervous for some reason. Then I realised that I was worried that Lou wouldn’t want me anymore and she was visiting to let me know that she was staying with her husband.

As it turned out it was all for nothing. She texted me when she arrived and I went to her hotel to meet her. She had told me her room number in the text so I went straight up and knocked on her door. Suddenly, there she was, my beautiful Louise. I stepped towards her as she went to hug me. We kissed and I melted. It felt, right at that moment, like we had never left the seminar. This time, though, there was only one bed in the room.

We took it slowly, teasingly. I stepped away from that first kiss and unzipped my dress. I slowly and seductively shrugged it off my shoulders and let it drop to my waist, displaying my tits encased in a sexy red bra. I heard a sharp intake of breath from Louise. Then I let my dress drop to the floor, showing her my matching red knickers.

She then undid her blouse. As she spread it I saw her lacy bra and her beautiful tits. She took the blouse off and undid her skirt. She too had matching knickers under her skirt. We stood there facing each other in our underwear. I tried to look at all of her at once. It drove me crazy.

She lay back on the bed and beckoned me to join her. I walked over slowly and lay next to her. We kissed, slowly and lovingly. Not a word had been spoken. I reached behind her and undid her bra. I took her tits out of their confining cups and kissed both of her nipples. “Oh, I’ve missed these,” I whispered.

I then attacked them with vigour. I nipped then and sucked them. I adored then. I used my hand on the one not in my mouth, then swapped. I was really enjoying myself. Judging by her shortening breaths and moans of Joy, Louise was too.

While I was doing that I felt Louise undo my bra. It fell to the bed. She fondled my tits and made the nipples stand up, hard and proud. It felt heavenly. She had a light touch but I needed her to be rougher. She must have known because she began squeezing and pulling at my nipples. My mouth left her breasts and found her mouth. We massaged each other’s tongues while we explored each other’s mouths, all the while playing with each other’s tits.

My hand wormed its way down to her knickers. I felt her wet slit through the thin material. ankaraescortbayansitesi.com I felt her hand doing the same thing to me. I knew I was sopping wet. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her knickers and began to tug at them. Louise lifted her bum off the bed to make it easier for me to remove them. As I threw them onto the floor, she grabbed the elastic of mine and pulled. I helped her as much as I could.

We were both naked on the bed. I drank in her beauty. For a fifty-year-old woman, she was perfect. Not classically beautiful but she had a confidence in herself that was beautiful to behold. She projected that she was happy with her body and confident enough to be naked in front of me.

My breasts were larger, but so were my hips. I was fairly happy with my shape considering I have given birth to five children, including twins. The look on Lou’s face seemed to show she was pretty happy with it too.

I kissed her mouth, then worked my way down to her nipples. After a short stay there I kept kissing my way down to her mound. I was in no hurry but I didn’t feel like teasing either. So when I eventually made it to her vagina I began kissing and licking it straight away.

She pushed herself into a position where she could lick me too so for the next little while we lapped at each other’s pussies. It was unhurried, but suddenly became more urgent for me when I felt the build up to orgasm. I began to lick her faster and harder. She did the same to me. I bit her clit lightly and sucked it into my mouth. The combination of biting and sucking saw Lou approach her first of what I hoped would be many orgasms for the weekend.

We hardly got out of bed for the whole weekend. When we weren’t making love we were talking. We found once again that we had pretty similar outlooks on life. We had both sacrificed our careers for our families, me in teaching and Louise as a nurse; all of our children had left home, leaving just ourselves and our husbands; and, probably most important of all, we seemed to both have problems at home that were similar. Louise said that she felt taken for granted. I feel the same. When I said that it was like we were a piece of furniture, Lou said she felt the same. It was amazing how much we had in common.

We had both been married for a similar amount of time, Lou had just celebrated 25 years and I was up to 27. We both went to the seminar originally to do something for ourselves for almost the first time in our lives. It was uncanny. Neither had ever thought about a lesbian relationship but both felt that it was exactly what we had been searching for, for a long time.

I had been unhappy in my marriage for about fifteen years, ever since my father died. When he died I felt that my husband didn’t emotionally support me through his illness. I felt left to my own devices and with no one to talk to about how I was feeling. My husband had lost his father while he was a teenager. I think he just didn’t know that I needed his support. As a result I felt abandoned and on my own when I most needed him. I had been carrying that resentment around with me for a long time and it affected our relationship in a negative way.

Louise had a similar, but more tragic story. Her eldest son was a victim of suicide when he was eighteen, seven years ago. Her husband blamed Lou for it so she was not only left to grieve on her own but carried a lot of guilt around as well. She said that counselling helped her over the worst of the guilt but she felt abandoned by her husband when her need was greatest, similar to me.

My husband complained about our sexual relationship all the time. The problem for me was that I didn’t feel the deep love for him that I once did. I felt that he just wanted sex for the sake of it. Louise told me she felt the same in her physical relationship with her husband.

We really seemed to connect that weekend on a deeper level that either of had with our husbands for many years. So when we discussed her proposal, my immediate thought was to stay with her from that moment on. That was impractical, I know, but it’s just how I felt.

Louise came from a family with money and her mother was still alive. She knew her mother would support her if she left her husband. She promised me that she would take care of me too. She wanted to support me to go back to my original job in education and she wanted to try her hand at nursing again. We had both tried part-time, secretarial work while our kids had been growing up. In fact, I had first met Lou a number of years ago when she was a secretary at my husband’s workplace. Neither of us wanted to go back to that again.

We made slow, quiet comfortable love with each other, both of us able to bring the other to quick, loud orgasms. We had loud, rushed sex and made each other scream with delight. One time, when Lou was devouring my pussy and making me squirm, she licked a finger and stuck it up my ass. I hadn’t had that happen before but I hope I’ll have it again. Instead of being on the brink of orgasm, I was a quivering mess of orgasmic bliss.

That was when I realised that making love with Louise was a completely unselfish act. We both wanted the other to feel loved and experience sexual highs and multiple orgasms. With our husbands there was no joy for us. Neither of them even thought about our sexual release. They were selfish lovers.

When Sunday evening came around and it was time for us to say goodbye we both cried. Neither of us wanted to go but we both knew we had to. We both promised to talk to our husbands about our marriages during the week and hope that it was all amiable.

I reluctantly went home to my husband. I knew what was going to happen in the following days and, while I knew it was inevitable, I wasn’t looking forward to it. I arrived home, parked in the driveway and went inside. My heart was pounding. I wasn’t going to say anything that night but I was still really nervous. I thought that he would be able to tell something was going on as soon as he saw me. I opened the door and stepped inside. He wasn’t home.

I breathed a sigh of relief but then thought, “Where’s he gone? He isn’t usually out on a Sunday night.”

My relief turned to anger. I knew it was irrational given that I’d been away two nights but I was angry. Typical of him really, not being there when I arrived.

I unpacked my bag and put the clean things away and the dirties in the laundry basket, separating lights from darks. I unpacked my toiletries and put them away too. Eventually I was finished unpacking. It looked as if I hadn’t been anywhere.

By this time it was ten o’clock and I was missing Louise.

I sent a text, “Is now a good time?”

My phone rang straight away.

“Hey, gorgeous, how are you? What’s going on?”

“Well, my lump of a husband isn’t home. I’ve got no idea where he is either, and really, I don’t care. I miss you already, lovely lady.”

“I miss you too, Jen. My husband is in bed already. He gave me a kiss hello and then told me he had an early start in the morning. He’s snoring away as we speak.”

I heard a car in our driveway. “He’s home, Lou, gotta go. Love you.”

“I love you too, Jen. Talk soon. Bye”

I put my phone in my pocket as my husband walked through the door.

“So, you’re home then?”

“What gave it away, the fact that my car is in the driveway, or the fact that I’m standing here talking to you?”

“Hey, don’t get your knickers in a twist, I was just saying…”

“Yes, dear, I’m home. Where have you been?”

“Out!”

“Hmm, OK, I’ll play along. Out where?”

“What does it matter to you where I’ve been. You’ve been away for two nights, I’ve been out for two hours.”

“At least you knew where I was.”

“Yeah, out with your lesbian friends.”

“What? What did you say?”

“I said, out with your lesbian friends,” he shouted.

I was shocked that he would say such a thing, even if it were true. “What are you talking about? What would you know anyway?”

“Everyone knows that those women’s spirituality seminars are a great big lesbo fest. No man in his right mind would go near any of those dykes.”

“Well, maybe none of those women would want a man with that sort of attitude. Who told you they were lesbians anyway? One of your mates who can’t get it up any more, probably.”

“Yeah, whatever. I’m going to bed.”

I was angry now. I followed him into the bedroom. “It just so happens that I met some of the most amazing, married women I’ll ever meet. Some of us just wanted some companionship, some friendship, that we weren’t getting at home. You never talk to me any more. We never share anything of ourselves any more. That’s what I went for – to talk with people who shared my feelings and weren’t afraid to say so.”

He said, “Yeah, a lot of dykes who couldn’t get a man if they tried. Those married ones are the worst. They say they’ll love you for ever and then expect you to be somebody different or they shut off the sex.”

“What are you talking about?” I steamed.

“Look, Jen, you and I both know that our marriage is fucked. I was talking about us. We never talk, we never have sex. You want me to change into someone different. And I’ve tried to change, I really have. But, you know, I’d rather be me and take the consequences rather than be what you want me to be and be miserable. You’ll blame me and I’ll blame you. We both know it. There’s no point saying anything else.”

I was surprised at the depth of his feelings about us. I never even thought he might be unhappy. And here I was trying to find a way to break it to him gently that I was leaving.

“Scott, I know, and I agree. And yes, I’ll blame you for a lot of things. But I’m mature enough to realise that I’m not perfect either. I’ll be leaving tomorrow. Hopefully we can have an amicable split. I don’t hate you; I doubt I’ll ever hate you. But I don’t love you anymore either. I need to leave to find happiness. I think deep down you need this too. I’m sorry it had to end like this but I think it’s for the best.”

I walked out of our bedroom and into the spare room and shut the door.

The next morning I heard him get ready for the day. As soon as he left I got up and readied myself. I began packing my personal belongings. Apart from my clothes, my sewing machine and my books, most of the things left were jointly owned, bought for the family home.

At about ten o’clock I got a message from Louise, “Is now a good time.” I rang her straight way.

“Hi, babe. How are you,” I said?

She sobbed. “He hit me.”

“What?”

“I told him I was leaving and he hit me. Punched my right in the face.”

“Oh, Lou, you poor darling. What can I do? Is there a hospital you can go to?”

“Yeah, I’m there already, just waiting. The cops are here too. They want to talk to me.”

“Tell them everything, my darling. I’ll drive over right now to be with you. I told Scott I was leaving. I think he almost expected it. He’s at work and I’ve just packed my things. I’ll put them in the car and head over to see you right away.”

“Thank you, darling. I need a hug.”

“Oh, you’ll be getting more than a hug, that’s for sure.”

“I wasn’t sure whether to leave a note or not. In the end I took off my wedding and engagement rings and left them on the kitchen table with a note. “I’ll talk to you in a few days to sort something out about the house.”

I looed around what had been my home for the last twenty-seven years. I shed some tears but I was secure in the knowledge that I was doing the right thing.

EPILOGUE – Six months later

Scott and I had the amicable split I had hoped for. We both knew it simply had to happen. Fortunately he was happy to sell the house and much of the contents. We took what we wanted – I wanted the bed, he wanted the television. We both owned our cars outright. We split the money evenly between us and promised that we would stay in touch.

The kids were shocked and saddened that we had split up. We both sat them down and explained the situation. They accepted it eventually and the fact that we didn’t hate each other was a bonus.

Louise had a family place not far from where I lived. It was a little place in the country in between the town I lived in and the town she lived in. Her mother gave it to her as a gift. When I got up the courage I invited my children to visit me there. One weekend they all showed up. My eldest daughter with her husband in tow, my second daughter with her boyfriend, my eldest son with his girlfriend and my twins by themselves. Louise wasn’t there for their arrivals. She came later.

When she arrived, I met her car outside and took her by the hand. I led her into out lounge room and said to everybody, “This is Louise, everyone. She is my special friend. We met a while ago and fell in love. We are engaged and as soon as those silly politicians get their heads out of their asses and allow gay marriage, we’re getting married.”

There was genuine delight from all of my children, summed up by my youngest son, “Mum, if Louise makes you happy then we’re happy.” He looked at Lou and said, “Welcome to our family, Louise.”

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The Sweetest of Times

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. These stories have been public for some time, but I am slowly uploading my back catalogue of stories currently.

Author’s note: as I’ve been receiving some very peculiar comments, I’d like to clarify that all commenting on stories has been disabled and I’ve changed my feedback to only allow non-anonymous comments. These are my oldest works and I’d also like to note that furry/anthro work is pure fantasy and it’s just a way of imagining characters that this particular fandom appears to enjoy – it is not animal sex. I have some real erotic animal (dragons etc) stories but, if those are actually permitted here, they will be tagged correctly and in the correct category.

Until then – please enjoy! The newest stories, when I come to them, will be my best work in terms of style, grammar and so on; so please be patient while I upload the back catalogue.

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The Sweetest of Times

William poked at his sandwich, seated alone in the raucous school canteen. The gun-metal grey wolf sighed theatrically, tearing apart bread and cheap luncheon meat until it no longer resembled a sandwich or anything that a self-respecting wolf should devour. In his free paw was a small, black box of a mobile phone, one of the newer models that friends should have been eager to see, if he had had any friends close enough to talk to about such gadgets. Other students in the densely populated high school avoided him in the corridors and the same rang true in the canteen, so he could at least spend lunch breaks in relative peace. Hell, even the skunk boys had more company than he did. The lengths to which other students went to in order to avoid being around him had risen to ridiculous proportions, but what could one wolf do? Lilith said they found him intimidating.

“Not hungry today, are we?”

He jerked back, shocked to be addressed as the subject of his thoughts startled him. A small black cat with grey on her paws and the underside of her muzzle shifted anxiously from hind paw to paw, her hazel eyes contemplative. She stood with her arms folded across her chest and a book clasped between them as if she was afraid that someone would snatch it away if she released it for even a moment. As was usual for her, she wore her ‘Pikachu’ hooded sweatshirt with the hood tugged up around her ears. The pointed, Pokemon ears flopped to the sides comically, though the cat was unaware of their disarray, which made her appear as if she was drooping with dramatised sadness: typical Lilith.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” He gestured at the phone, though the wolf could not keep the smile from his voice; it was hard not to smile around Lilith. “I thought you were going for lunch today with the girls.”

“Not today,” she slid easily on to the seat beside him. “Jane and Sarah are fighting again and, well, you know how that goes. I just don’t get why those two are still friends after all this drama.”

Oh yes, William knew all too well about that particular duo. He had heard about the fights between Jane the husky and Sarah the malamute for too many years, even if he would always listen to Lilith no matter what she wanted to talk about. He couldn’t fathom how those two canines always seemed to drift back together after every one of their explosive fights, usually public, both growling at one another as ferociously as ones caught in a lover’s feud. Perhaps they were locked away lovers.

“So you’d rather sit here alone with me?” He asked critically. “Surely the free show is more than worth it.”

Lilith rolled her eyes and clapped a paw over her lips to stifle an untimely chuckle.

“I’m not here alone if I’m with you,” she said, opening her book to ensure the purple bookmark had not dropped free during the course of carrying – she could not stand to lose her place while reading. “So what did that poor sandwich do to you?”

“Nothing,” William sighed. “Just not hungry, that’s all.”

“Don’t you make your own lunch?”

The wolf shook his head, unwilling to agree or disagree. He would only seem stupid if he admitted aloud that he made his own lunch every day, yet rarely ate any of it. He hated to look stupid, especially in front of Lilith. Sure, she was his best friend, but sometimes the simplest of actions around her had him stumbling over his paws like a pup, goofing up yet again. And the ‘goof up’s’ often included things that he’d rather not repeat or recall, quite frankly.

He looked up, caught her eye and looked away again, cheeks burning. What was wrong with him? Digging out her own lunch from the depths of her shoulder bag, Lilith scooped a squashed sandwich on to the crumb-strewn table, nose wrinkling in distaste. The wolf shuffled awkwardly, lost for words that should have come far more easily around his friend than they currently were. Was he unwell? He had felt Avrupalı porno fine before… He had felt fine before Lilith had joined him. Or as fine as a lone wolf could feel. What was going on? Thoughts scrambling for precedence, he dared not answer his own question. Instead, he cleared his throat loudly, glancing awkwardly from side to side as her gaze slid vacantly away from his.

“Are we still on for this weekend?” He asked, hoping she had not noticed his fumbling change in demeanour.

She unwrapped her sandwich slowly, lost in her own thoughts. William had to poke her shoulder to get her attention and she jumped as if she had been stung, tail fluffing up in surprise. Biting back a laugh, the wolf repeated the question and her muzzle lit up with a smile.

“Oh! Yes,” she grinned shyly. “My mom said it was okay for you to stay over, said she didn’t know why I was asking.”

“We are over each other’s places quite often,” William admitted, scratching away an itch from the back of his paw. “It’s not exactly uncommon for us.”

“Nope!” She chirped. “Not strange! Dad isn’t too keen on it though, but you know how he is. He thinks the worst of everything, worst case scenario and all that.”

“What would be the worst case scenario?”

“Probably setting something on fire.”

William laughed, a note of embarrassment in his reluctant amusement. That had only been one time and the sofa had been fine once they had dumped water from the vase over the arm. The flowers in the vase had been less okay. He was abruptly aware of every little motion, the sound of his breathing and the way his heart pounded against his eardrums. The beat was obnoxiously loud and he wondered that Lilith could not hear it and question. She seemed too caught up in her own lunch to engage in greater conversation or awareness, however, so William was left to silently suspect.

Why didn’t she know? They said males were the slowest to catch on but Lilith… He sighed heavily. Couldn’t she see how much he cared about her? He didn’t know about anything more – how could he?

“Something on your mind?” Lilith cocked her muzzle.

A strand of brown hair tugged free of her hood, fluttering across her eyes.

“No, nothing,” he said, as unwilling and evasive as ever: he could not say.

“I think I know you a bit better than that.” She put her half-eaten sandwich down. “Come on – tell me.”

“Oh, it’s…” William cast about vaguely for something – anything – that he could say instead of the suspected truth. “Oh, a test later.”

“I didn’t think you usually worried about tests,” Lilith’s mouth twisted sympathetically. “Must be a bad one.”

“It’s with Mr Evans, you know what he’s like.”

A perfect excuse at least.

“Yeah, I know,” Lilith fell for it, shuddering in memory; she had had the strict otter for her chemistry module last semester. “Do you want me to quiz you before you face the beast?”

“It would certain increase my intellect points.”

William kept his expression as neutral as possible as Lilith struggled to work out whether or not he was serious, whiskers twitching curiously. A smile tugged at the corner of the wolf’s lips, giving the game away, and she broke into a smile, rolling her eyes.

“You are such a geek,” she laughed, tearing away the crusts from her sandwiches, a personal quirk. “You had me going then, thanks, wolf.”

“Geek? Look who’s talking!” He teased, warmth flooding his veins. “It’d be a help if you did quiz me though, really would appreciate it.”

“‘course I will,” she said. “What’s the poison this time?”

Lilith was smarter than she claimed and, although he was actually fine with the content of the upcoming test, William could not deny that he was grateful for additional assistance. Perhaps he was a little too much of an intellectual due to his self-imposed solitude, but nothing helped him more when studying than another fur to bounce questions and answers off. Lilith was especially helpful and what wolf would he be if he did not take the chance to spend even more time with her.

Licking his dry lips, he dragged his stained science textbook from his backpack, ignoring Lilith’s ‘tut’ of disapproval: she could not stand a damaged book. Thankfully, William did not mind damaged textbooks for school subjects as he usually succeeded in destroying them during the course of study – how he did this, he could never accurately relate – and cared little if they served their purpose. The feline’s textbooks, on the other paw, were irrefutably pristine and she mourned a damaged book like she would a friend. She took the textbook from him and fired off questions rapidly, testing his skills in every manner she could think of. She mimicked the otter teacher’s style so precisely, however, that William was hard pressed to take the study seriously, earning some light-hearted chiding.

When the bell rang for next period, signalling the end of their lunch slot, Lilith sighed, tugging her hood down a little further over her forehead as she wished to disappear into it. The wolf’s ears perked. Maybe she was disappointed Video porno to have to leave him? Maybe she wanted to spend more time with him? Or maybe his hopes were simply the futile ones of a friend that wanted more. He cleared his throat, banishing the threads of moping, and poked her shoulder, startling a smile from her downturned lips. She was even more beautiful when she smiled. Their eyes met in a moment of connection, neither wanting to leave the table and walk away, and shyness bade Lilith to shuffle her hind paws uncomfortably, skin tingling beneath her fur.

“Meet you after last period?” William smiled, sliding his glance away. “I’ve got that book to give you, but it’s in my locker.”

He swore her eyes lit up with the mention of a new book and warmed with satisfaction: thankfully, his interest in reading and exploring fresh genres had hit the right note this time. No goof up. Lilith’s tail flicked against his leg, almost unconsciously, and he flushed.

“Sure,” she met his smile with her own, glancing quickly down as she edged towards her next class. “Took you long enough! I’ll see you then.”

*

“Oh come on!” William thumped the controller against his leg, feigning anger. “I had that one!”

“Clearly not.”

Uncharacteristically, Lilith’s lips curved up in a cheeky grin, paws folded around the gaming console’s controller.

The weekend had come at last and the pair sat on the floor in front of the wide, beige sofa, a bowl of popcorn between them. It was an hour after last period late Friday afternoon and Lilith had challenged William to a gaming match (as one does), which turned out to be much to his detriment. Neither would have considered themselves hardcore gamers, though there was good fun in the challenge, even if William felt that he was a little too prone to losing at Mario Kart. He would have thought he would have been better at the game with the bright graphics, but the silly voices made him laugh and lose concentration – a fatal move when it came to gaming with Lilith. He was better at other games, so he supposed it did not really matter. Gaming was simply another thing that he had in common with Lilith, even if she teased him when he lost. Regardless of this loss, he would get her back in another game, there was no doubt about that!

“I’ve got to get you into something better than this,” William shot her a sideways glance.

“Hey, don’t have a go at Mario!” Lilith’s fur fluffed up as she was briefly affronted. “At least I don’t need to know ten hours of story and plot behind this game before going out to shoot things one after another.”

The wolf laughed and grabbed a piece of popcorn, tossing it in the air and catching it expertly in his maw. Lilith shook her head in a pretence of long-suffering weariness.

“Say what you will: shooters are just another brand of hack and slash games.”

“Take that back!” William mock-growled.

“Or what?” The cat’s eyes sparkled deviously.

“Or else!”

She laughed, calling his bluff, and William pounced, grabbing her wrists and lightly wrestling her back against the sofa. Squeaking in surprise, the feline squirmed, eyes startlingly wide until they narrowed into sly slits in the next heartbeat. She twisted like a snake, almost throwing the wolf off – not that he was exerting much pressure on her shoulders as he pinned her back. Tail wagging nineteen to the dozen, William scrambled on to his knees, dropping backwards to the carpet with the feline on top of him as they wrestled playfully. They rolled from side to side for a few seconds, neither gaining the upper paw, until the wolf managed to manoeuvre on top. Using his weight to his advantage, he bore the agile feeling down until she was pinned by his body, unable to squirm free. Trying to ignore how her body pressed to his made him feel, he caught her flailing wrists and trust them above her head.

“Gotcha!” William yelped triumphantly, slamming Lilith’s paws gently back against the carpet.

She huffed and wriggled but his greater size and bulk rendered her near helpless in such a position.

“You still can’t beat me in game,” she quipped, tail lashing wildly.

“We’ll see about that.”

Realising that he was still holding Lilith down, William scrambled back hurriedly, coughing lightly into his paw and scooping up a paw full of popcorn to hide the pink tinge colouring the interior of his ears. He could almost feel the heat emanating from his muzzle and, no stranger to his own body, his jeans were uncomfortably tight in one particular area. What was wrong with him? It was Lilith! And it was that fact that made all the difference between her and any other female fur.

Shaking his head as if to clear water from his ears, the wolf flopped on to the sofa, sinking into the plush cushions. A moment or two later, Lilith joined him, sitting at the other end with one leg crossed over the other, hind paw jiggling in what he would have thought a nervous twitch. Then again, he could not imagine Lilith being nervous around him. There were very specific things that the feline became nervous about – tests like the one he had undertaken earlier in the week, for example – and William was fairly confident that he was not one of them. What if he had made her feel uncomfortable though? The tip of his tail twitched anxiously.

“Do you want to take your bag up to the spare room?” Lilith broke the silence, swallowing hard.

Holding back a sigh – what was wrong with the cat now? What had he done? – William nodded quietly and leaned over the arm of the sofa to grasp the strap of his navy holdall. It had a sports brand logo embellished on the side but he was not big on brands or following what was popular and what was not. It was such a waste of time. His tail drooped as he stood, glancing at the cat to catch her sliding her gaze away, arms folded across her stomach. She had shed her hooded sweatshirt for a black tank top in the warmth of the house and hardly seemed to notice how it clung to her torso. It shamelessly highlighted the shape of her breasts, even through the loose fabric, catching William’s eye as he tried not to look.

“Um…” He coughed, the flush across his muzzle evident to the curious feline. “I’ll just take this up… Back in a minute.”

Could he have been any more awkward? William fled the room as if the hounds of hell snapped at his heels, bag thumping painfully against his hip. Angrily, he half-stomped up the stairs, only checking himself when he recalled that Lilith’s mother was still in the house; it wouldn’t do to aggravate them, he didn’t want to be kicked out. Did Lilith want to get him out of the room for some reason? Why did he have take his bag upstairs right that minute? His thoughts whirled and he thought himself a petulant cub briefly, as his understanding was of such.

At the top of the stairs, he automatically turned right, passing Lilith’s room and the upstairs bathroom, pushing the door open to the spare room with the small double bed. Barely large enough for the bed and a chest of drawers, Lilith told him before that it had used to be a study when her father worked from home. He supposed he was lucky they had converted it into a guest bedroom over the years; it meant that he had not had to sleep on an uncomfortable, old air mattress any longer. Squeezing into the room, he dropped his bag in the narrow gap at the foot of the bed and rubbed the back of his neck, gathering himself to return downstairs. Why did things have to be so difficult? He had no answer for that question, which was only to be expected in his flurry of thinking.

He turned and nearly leapt out of his skin. As quiet as a mouse (which was amusing when one considered Lilith’s species) the feline had crept into the bedroom and stood in the doorway. She leaned against the door frame as she fidgeted with a loose thread in her tank top, eyes curiously downcast. Trying to slow his rapidly beating heart – damn, she had scared him! – William scratched his arm, counting slowly backwards from three: enough time to compose himself.

“Why’d you follow me up?” He said at last, making a feeble attempt at a joke. “I know where the room is, I’ve been here enough. Did you think I’d get lost?”

“Ah, well,” Lilith shuffled, arms crossed tightly over her chest – something that William noted with a flicker of disappointment. “I didn’t mean to be…you know…”

“Huh?” William blinked, uncomprehending.

Just what was she on about? The wolf shook his head slowly, paw smoothing the grey fur on his arm flat. Lashing her tail – anxiously? – Lilith licked her lips and shrank back against the frame, seeming to quail under the light probing, if it could even be counted as such. He couldn’t bear to see her so timid. Embarrassment forgotten, he stepped forward in a sudden surge of boldness and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her in close to his broad chest. She was so small that the tips of her ears did not even brush his chin and, after a tense moment, she unfolded her arms and hugged him back, cheek pressed to his chest with a quiet purr. Holding each other close for seconds that seemed to flit by far too quickly, William closed his eyes and inhaled her soft, feminine scent, the clean, floral aroma of her fur conditioner oddly alluring.

“Let’s go back downstairs,” Lilith breathed a sigh, refusing to look up. “Please?”

“Of course,” William said at once.

Though he was perplexed by her behaviour, he followed her back down the stairs, pretending his gaze was lowered to watch his step rather than admire her body. Why could she not see? He must be making her uncomfortable, he decided with a shamed flush, which meant he would have to try much harder to hide his affections from her. It was all he could do…right?

Things seemed to revert to normal for some time, for which William was thankful. Still, it was as if the two of them were going through a set of very well practiced motions, which admittedly came easily to both of them. Well, it could have just been in William’s mind, as he was becoming prone to over-thinking events as they became increasingly confusing. Half an hour later, the wolf’s brow furrowed in concentration as he determinedly paid the feline back for the humiliating Mario Kart loss. Shooters were definitely more his forte, even if Lilith made a formidable team member in group games. Strange to think that such a sweet cat was deadly with a controller in her paws.

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I step out of the limousine and into the sodium-yellow of the city lights. Dressed to the nines: sequins and lace and sheer silks. Shoes that cost hundreds, with a heel that I can barely walk in (let alone dance in) but without which the look would be incomplete. Because the point is not function. The point is the form and fit.

It’s like a hundred other events. Premieres, thousand-a-plate political dinners, grand-re-openings of whatever building has been newly renovated this year. It’s like them all, and I’m not even sure what this one is celebrating, only that I have to attend, have to look good on his arm, because that’s what my job is.

So I’m smiling, taking the hand of that acquaintance, telling him how long it’s been, cocking my eyebrow in the way that implies I find him attractive, that I could have been his, if he’d only been as great as my husband is. It’s reflexive, born of four years’ practice. And it’s tedious. But I do it again to the next guy, too. And the next. Because part of the alpha-male dominance game is letting them know what they’re missing, and I know what’s expected of me.

Beatrice Shellesworth, matronly and insipid, takes my hand and marvels at how good I look, and how much she missed me at the charity gala last month. I respond with the appropriate noises, the brimming-over enthusiasm which is supposed to tell her how much I regretted having to make the trip to London for the business conference instead. She is not fooled; she knows the game, too, and was playing it long before I entered the scene. Bitch.

I hate them all. Myself not least.

Then there’s the entrance, with its doormen and luxurious red carpeting, and the elegant table with the gilt-lettered parchment, Mr. and Mrs. Joshua Plantagenet. I’m just Mrs. Him.

The wine is typical– the best doesn’t get any better if you’ve had it seven times in the last year– and the conversation doubly so. This is all building to a fever pitch for me, and with a fixed smile I excuse myself to powder my nose… and head instead for the exit. My head is ringing, and my ears are buzzing and for some reason tonight, my God, tonight I just can’t fucking take this at all for one minute longer and I need to escape.

The limo driver looks confused; he’s not even pulled away from the line of cars at the curb, yet, and already I’m leaping into the back seat. My face is in my hands, and I’m trying to breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. Keep it together.

“Mrs. Plantagenet, are you okay?”

“Mm-hmm,” I reply, barely audible.

“Uh, I’m getting to the front of the line, soon. Did you… did you want me to take you someplace, or just park across the street?”

“No! İstanbul Escort Get me away from–” I stop myself. I don’t need this guy to know how upset I am. I need to regain control. “No, I’m just feeling a bit ill right now. Can you drive around a bit? A long trip would not be bad. With the windows open, for some air?”

He nods, looking at me sympathetically. I’m not sure he buys my sickness line, but regardless, he does what I request.

***

The city is a cacophony of colored sparkles against a background of concrete gray, and it soothes me in ways that the thrum of the limo engine only touch on. I’ve always loved the glory of urbanity: the buildings, the way the sound of car horns never abates, even the smell of grease from the local grill, mixed with the barest tang of gasoline fumes. I’ve heard the complaints, and I can’t deny them, but they are outweighed, for me, by the vibrance and the sheer immensity of man’s creation, and I love them all the more. It’s why I came here.

Came so long ago that the city is in my bones, now, but every now and then there is the recollection of that plague of a place where I was born. Of those people who wanted nothing more for me than pregnancy and housekeeping, and who scoffed at and even openly scorned my desires to improve myself and be a part of a larger world. “Stay here and you’ll have the love of your family to guide you, the love of good, clean land, and God,” that creature who named himself my father had said to me as I packed my bags that last night. “You go to the city and you’ll be nothing but a rich man’s whore.”

I damn him for being a sodomizing, incestual sonofabitch. I damn him for the ignorance-loving, self-righteous bumpkin he was. Most of all, though, late at night as I wash Joshua’s filth from my soul, I damn him for being right.

I’d come to the city, worked my way into the money needed to go to college, and there in some godforsaken class on English composition I’d met my destiny. He’d been quite charming, and willing to spend money to make me happy and keep me happy, and had opened doors to a piece of the city I’d only seen in films and glamour magazines. The shimmer had entranced me even as it had blinded me to the trap I’d walked into, and it wasn’t until five years in that I realized when I became his I’d lost all the things that were delightful and unique about myself. And what was more, I knew I’d never have the will to leave.

My nausea passes slowly, but the inner demons still haunt me, and it is a while before I see the streets as anything corporeal. When I realize that we have passed the fourth bar denoting “Old Style On Tap”, I know we are far from the place I call Anadolu Yakası Escort home and that I will get out here. Somewhere here. Soon. I see a line of people entering the door of a grubby building with no sign and order the driver to stop the car. Here.

“Mrs. Plantagenet?” he inquires.

“I want to get out here.”

“Mrs. Plantagenet, I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“Neither do I.” I pop open the door before he can say more and the clicking of my heels gives a response to anything he might still have left unsaid. I cross the street and walk to the front of the line, where a burly man with an untrimmed beard checks identification. I have no handbag or wallet, but either he can read my age on my face or he has looked me up and down and decided I am more of an asset to the establishment than a liability. He gestures for me to enter.

I’m grossly out of place here, with my elegant coiffure and my thousand-dollar dress: most of the women here are wearing black and the ones who are not are wearing their underwear as outerwear. Or so it seems to me. The miniature piercings of my ears seem silly and trite next to the piercings in evidence on the rest of the patrons, male and female… and the tightness of the womens’ garb makes it evident that other piercings are present and half-concealed. Only my heels are appropriate, and then only due to their height and the sharpness of the points to which they are whittled. No one else is being seen in ivory.

It’s reassuring. There is a world away from my own, a planet where Joshua doesn’t belong and couldn’t belong. A place where my life can be a distant memory.

I head for a table and order a drink from the obviously-amused barmaid. Something strong is required– straight vodka, some top-shelf brand named “3”. I drop it down and demand another, throwing her my American Express and asking for a tab. It’s smooth and not punishing enough. I switch to Popov for the next three.

It is there and then that she finds me: blurred vision, slumped atop a bar stool with my hair in disarray from repeatedly, violently throwing the drinks back, smelling of the other patrons’ cigarette smoke. She is dressed in white, too, but somehow does not look out of place.

“Hello, angel,” comes the voice, and I assume it’s from her lips. I can’t concentrate because the pounding of the music is playing games with my perception.

“I’m no angel,” I return with a smirk. “I live in hell.”

“Welcome to heaven, baby,” she laughs, grabbing my unresisting hand and dragging me to the dance floor. I can’t dance in this state, but I don’t need to: she’s dancing me around, rubbing herself against Ümraniye Escort me in calculated attempts to arouse me. Successful attempts, I am suprised to discover. I don’t love women. Not that way. Not usually.

Her arms are wrapped around me, now, her pubic mound grinding into mine as her thighs part my own, slightly. I’m teetering on the edge of unconsciousness and lesbianism and she’s the only thing holding me up. I moan into the side of her neck and beg her to take me… “home”, I’m thinking, but somehow never get around to adding that word. She wraps me in her strong arms and eases me out a back entrance, where a uniformed woman of her apparent acquaintance waits and helps drag me to a black sedan.

The blurriness from the music is gone now, and I’m starting to recover my sanity, and I reach for the door handle to escape, but at a word from her I lose volition. Tears streak down my face as my conflicted emotions struggle for control of my expression.

“No, angel,” come her words, and this time I can see that her lips have not moved. She brushes aside my tears and tastes their saltiness on her fingers. “You are mine, now. You are mine to control.” Her hands have torn the front of my dress askew and my panties are on display. She grins and paws at my pussy through them. My moisture has made the thin fabric slick and her fingers slide easily where she wants them. Where I want them. “You belong to me.”

No. I don’t want to belong to anyone. Not Joshua, not her. No one. But the only thing which can break through my lips is, “I don’t… I don’t want that. I want to be free.”

“You have to submit to be free. You have to give up your self-control, but when you do, you can truly be Free.”

“Free…” I chant back, and my inner muscles contract with the sound of the word, with the sound of her voice, with the sound of my moans. I’m coming, and I cannot stop, and it feels oh so good, and I want to be like this forever.

Free.

***

I’m wearing white, a cheap dress on a cheaper girl. The tight rayon hides nothing of my body, and I purposely don’t shave my cunt because I want it to show through the translucent material when I’m walking down the street. I’m in the artsy side of town, because the high concentration of lesbians there means I get to eat pussy more often, and eating pussy reminds me of who made me this way, and I can come without even touching myself. Come hard. I have to take care to readjust my makeup after each session, because the cunt-smeared lipstick gets onto my cheeks and chin, and even though I love the “painted” look, I’ve found I get fewer customers that way. Who’d have thought people renting a whore would be so picky about where she’d been last?

I’m completely out of control of my life. I’m fucking strangers with the body I call my own, lips coated with come and with pussy almost twenty-four hours a day, and giving Her Ladyship the cash proceeds.

But I’m me. I’m not Mrs. Anyone.

I’m finally me.

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