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It was a hot summer day back in the 70’s, I had just finished mowing my parents lawn and had retreated to the cool of my basement bedroom. I was wearing a t-shirt, and the short, athletic shorts that everyone had back then (if you don’t know just look at some 70’s summer pictures, we all had them). I was feeling a bit horny, so I pulled out an old Penthouse that I had stashed and started browsing.

Suddenly, I heard some movement outside the window, it was one of those egress type widows with a well that was probably four feet wide and long and about that deep as well. It was the neighbor girl Sally, she dropped into the well as I quickly tried to hide the mag and conceal the now large bulge in my shorts. What are you doing she asked? I responded, resting, in a rather frustrated tone. So that’s resting she responded with a big smile. Clearly she had an idea of what was going on.

Now Sally was a brunette with a tomboy like charm. She was about 18 at the time a month or two younger than I. She was rapidly maturing into a woman, something I had noticed for the first time this summer.

Now I was embarrassed and a bit annoyed and asked her what she wanted. Nothing, she responded, she just wanted to see what I was doing. She then asked where did I get it? Get what, I responded Avrupalı porno quite curtly. The magazine, she said. I found it by the railroad tracks, but don’t tell anyone. She gave me a big smile and asked if it excited me? None of your business, will you please leave. No, tell me does it excite you? Of course I said, embarrassed to no end by the whole experience. I was at the age that no one admitted to or wanted to be found out for masturbating.

Let me see it she barked. See what the magazine? No, I want to see your pee pee. No I quickly answered. Show it to me or I’m going to tell. No I said again. Show me yours and Ill show you mine she said in reply. Now she caught my attention. This was a situation I never had been in before. I had played Doctor when I was younger and had seen my share of the female anatomy, but this was different. She was older, more mature and I had a definite interest.

Promise not to tell, I said. Of course not she responded. I stood up and walked to the window, she was separated from me by a screen and probably three feet away, crouched down in a catcher like position wearing the same type of shorts that I had on and a tank top.

You go first she said. How do I know you will show me too, I questioned. Video porno Don’t worry I will, she responded. So I dropped my shorts exposing myself fully to her. Now I was about normal in size and had a good deal of pubic hair and at this point was semi erect, so I looked bigger than normal. She stared at it. After a couple of seconds I started to pull my shorts back up. She said, no, leave them down, I did so and quickly told her it was her turn. OK, she said and stood up quickly looked around to make sure no one was there. She dropped her shorts and crouched down again. She kept her legs together, and said there, now we both have seen each other. I said you have to open your legs I can’t see anything. She thought a second and then spread her knees apart exposing her beautiful pussy. She had a soft nap of pubic hair, but it was not very full and spreading her knees, opened her pussy slightly. Now being she was elevated in the window well, I got a great look and she was gorgeous!

I immediately became hard as a rock. So that’s what they look like hard for real she said. I stood there embarrassed, but excited, this was the first real, somewhat mature pussy I had ever seen. Do I excite you like the magazine? She asked. I nodded yes, more I said, I’ve never seen a real one before. Does it squirt? She asked. Yes I said, now really embarrassed that she knew as much about this. Here I was, fully erect and raging with hormones with a real live pussy just feet away from me. This was a fantasy come true, but I didn’t know quite what to do. Play with it she said. No I responded. I want to see it squirt she said. How do you know they squirt I asked? I’ve seen pictures in my dad’s magazines she said. I responded you have to play to then! OK, she responded and I started to stroke myself. Now given the level of my excitement I was surprised I didn’t explode with the first touch, but I slowly started to stoke.

She reached between her legs and slowly teased her pussy. As I watched her slowly tease herself, I felt the cum build inside me. I told her that I was going to cum soon and within a couple of more strokes I released a 3 or 4 huge ribbons of cum that covered my shirt and fell to my feet. She watched in astonishment. There I was, in my full glory, with a now spent cock in my hand and cum dripping off my shirt and hands. Wow, she said, that’s much better than the pictures. I told her I need to clean up, she stood again pulling up her panties and shorts and then crouched back down and asked if we could do it again sometime. I said yes. And she was out and on her way. I quickly cleaned up and stashed the magazine.

This was the start of an interesting relationship with her, one that I will share a couple of more experiences if you like the story.

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I am bored at home; My fiancee is frequently flying because of work and I, though I had a very good job and we lived in a swanky apartment in downtown New York, it wasn’t enough to keep the itch in. I decided to hit the clubs tonight after calling some of my good girlfriends. Being mixed asian and british has it’s positive points. I am blessed with good features from both mom and dad. Leggy, slightly busty than your average asian (I measured a satisfying 36C), tan skin (always getting the death stare on the beach from pasty caucasian girls – i don’t have to try hard to get a gorgeous tan, I was born with it), dark brown hair, and a nice curvy but athlete body shape. Blame that on the fiancee who enjoys marathons and me tagging along with him.

Nevertheless, I was dressed for attention tonight. My fiancee is a good, kind and loving man. But, he has his kinks that is quite fascinating. H enjoys seeing me with another man with or without him. As long as I tell him all about it and ensuring my pussy does not have the aftermath (weird eh? most men love the sloppy seconds, he don’t!). Funny too, is that I only had one other man on my bed with him moons back and felt quite uncomfortable with the arrangement. Who wouldn’t be? I didn’t want to be labelled a slut, a floozy or a skunk. I much prefer to just have intercourse with my man. Nevertheless, keeping my good loving man happy is a priority. His good friend was very happy too (after all, he has always wanted to bang me before getting married. Bless him, he is married now!)

I had on a short clinging dress that fall short below my pert ass cheeks. My fit and curvy ass can rival Jennifer Lopez or Kim Kardashian. Not a slight sag nor cellulite (My mom said it was due to the Spanish blood in the family). As I checked out my side profile on the mirror, I felt a slight tingling near my pussy. I know what that signals; my body is telling me she needs to be fucked and be fucked hard tonight. I smiled and slapped on some light cosmetics before putting on my slingbacks and left the house in glee. In the lift, I dropped a text to my beau “Hi baby, I am out to party with the girls. I may or may not be naughty tonight. I hope you are saving your load for me and not messing about with other girls. Haha, love you!” – I know my man will never mess with other girls, it’s not in him to do so, but he do not mind me being done by another man. Weird!

The lift door open to 2 men I recognised as my downstairs neighbours. Good-looking guys, perhaps around my age or slightly older. We nodded and said hello.

I felt a strange sensation and heat around my face. How can I get caught wearing like a high-class tramp/attention-seeking whore with my engagement ring glistening on my left hand. I was so closed to calling the whole gig off and crawl back into bed.

“Hey, you’re the lady who lives in the penthouse above with your man who is a gym freak right? I am David. Nice to meet you. We frequently bump into your man in the gym.” David, a very attractive man held out his hands to me, with a gorgeous smile plastered sincerely on his face.

“Hi! I’m Liz. Yes, we live in the penthouse. My fiancée, he is a gym-freak, haha. Guess all men needs some kind of ego boost. Looking good is of priority. I have been tortured into running countless marathons and fitness regime with him when I rather be stuffing myself with good old breakfast with sausages you know!” I was mortified when I said “sausages” – My mind was racing and chiding me for saying such lewd things! Why oh whyyyyyy..!

Dave smiled and introduced his friend “This is Chad” (I shook hands with an equally good-looking man. Probably Italian in his blood as he looks a little dark and broody. “Getting fit for a lady like you is good! No one likes a saggy thing in New York! Hahaha..! You’re all dressed up. Night out with the man?”

“Oh, Marc is travelling for business. He frequently travels the world to secure deals and that. At this hour, I am typically in the office too but decided to head out instead. Some girlfriends of mine are out to party too, so might as well hit the clubs together. Where are you all going?” I caught a whiff of arousal (maybe mine?) and some aftershave lingering in the air. My nipples started to harden and I trembled inside. Oh my, I actually wanted to do both of them.

“Aww. Well Avrupalı porno he will be back soon right? Chad and I are off to 5ive. We are not regulars there but some blokes are out so we decided to hit the joint and party up the weekend.”

“Well, what do you know? We are heading to 5ive too! Maybe we can go together, well, if you want. Not imposing anything here, haha” I laughed.

“I am driving Liz. Why don’t you ride with us?” Chad said and gave me his goofy grin.

“Sounds great boys. Thanks for this.”

—–

Chad unlocked his sexy Audi R8 and I squeezed in with David at the back. I hate two-doors car. How impractical. We passed through traffics as David, Chad and I laughed, talked and groove to party songs blaring on his stereo. To be honest, I am very attracted to both of them but David seems to take the cake. He has a nice kind face and some really soft and delicious looking lips that kept me hypnotised. He flirted a fair bit with me as well, with some light touches on my bare thighs, or small brush on my shoulders. I caught a slightly flare in his eyes, a desire that needs to be quenched. Ever so subtle, I bent forward to pick up my phone that dropped on the floors of the car and revealed to David my deep cleavage. A sharp intake of breath from David, I heard. I smiled ruefully and pretended to brush my cleavage and breasts when I sat straight up. In actuality, I was rubbing my palms sensuously over my breasts to further harden my nipples so he’ll notice how much I want him too.

“Oh I am so ditzy sometimes (brush breasts) – Dropping my phone cause my palms are sweaty. Hey Chad, the aircondition back here is cold. I have some bodily reaction to this mate!” I laughed and pretended that my nipples are poking, so I covered them.

At the red traffic Chad turned. “What bodily reaction? Show me!” I giggled and said No but David said “Mate, she meant her nipples are hardened. Its true though, its cold here.” We all burst into laughter’s as Chad drove off when the light turned green.

We arrived at 5ive much to the delight of my girlfriends. We had a table for ourselves (my girlfriend Aurielle, a Japanese-Brazilian is sleeping with the Club owner so we are very fortunate to have had a good table with constant flow of alcohol). Chad and David waved me off as they sat with their boys by the bar and chugging down beers. I secretly look at them when I can, to avoid getting caught. My, their friends are equally good-looking and from the amount of girls going up to them and flirting with them, I daresay, they are an attractive bunch.

“Oi Liz. Who were the 2 boys you came here with? Bloody hell, they got my pussy going yummy! Introduce!” said Aurielle.

“Hahha, you’re such a bitch. You are sleeping with the man who provide us this table and free flow of alcohol, whatever you want. And you want a share of them? Skank!”

“Oh whatever Liz. Whatever it is, those two boys has been throwing you looks. They are not affected by the throngs of scantily-clad girls trying to chat them up. I think they rather be with you. It’s not as if Marc minds right?” Aurielle knows Marc and I very well and our sexual arrangement.

“You bitch! Hahaha. Maybe.. Let me go to the ladies first” I excused myself and made my way to the ladies. It’s true. I think they want me as much as I want them. But how do I positioned it to them without making me seem like a downright hoe? I was walking into a low-lighted pathway when my wrists was pulled back.

“Arhh! What the…!”

“Hey Liz, it’s David. Shhhh”

I was held back to his front with his arms wrapped around my breast area. My dress hiked up and I was sure my arse was for all to see. Not that anyone can see, but my arse was right on his bulge and I meant bulge. A massive bulge that is growing and hot. He let me go after a while and I turned to face him.

“Hey David. That’s a little um.. scary. What’s up?” I asked him. It’s low-lighted and he has pulled me further into a small room (I am sure its utility room behind the curtains) and here I am, breathing heavily, my chest heaving and I am tugging my dress to cover my bits.

“I just wanted to um…” and he pulled me to him and kissed me right on my lips, tongues dancing across my lips. His hands trailed down my back and rested Video porno on my ass, before he caressed it and ‘lifted’ it. He pulled me further into him and pulled me back.

“Sorry Liz. I am so sorry. I am so attracted to you since we bumped into one another in the lift. I just wanted to kiss you and devour you. But you showed not much interest in me nor Chad. I just wanted to see if you are… in either one of us. But if you are not, I understand that. I mean, YOU are engaged with a good bloke and all. Damn, this is embarrassing.” David stuttered but still looking at me right in the eye, his hands resting on my back.

“Oh. Oh David. That’s nice of you. I am surprised. Wow..” I wanted to hit myself hard when that came out of my mouth. “I mean, yes, I am attracted to you. I am attracted to Chad as well. But I am very much into you and I have craved for your touch since we sat at the back of Chad’s car.” I said quietly.

“So what does this mean? Who do you want?” David looked at me, his kind eyes concerned.

“David – There’s something you need to know. Marc and I, we have a special arrangement. Marc loves me being intimate with another man or men. It’s his kink and I am happy to play along. I don’t love anyone but him and he, I. Argh, what I am trying to say is, I want you and Chad. And maybe that other guy in dark shirt and short spikey hair.”

“Oh my god Liz. Ross? Wait a minute. You want to do all 3 of us? Are you kidding me?” David asked.

“No. I am not. I would love to. Look, don’t judge me. I am not a slut or whatever. Marc loves knowing that his fiancée is doing stuff like this. And I, I am fine with it as I am sure as hell attracted to you three, you the most David”.

David took one look at me and pulled back to him. Another lip-crushing moment as his hands trailed down my neck and down to my breasts. He tugged the dress down and exposed my supple breasts and hardened nipples and licked them. His tongue caressed my nipples and tugged at it as I moan and felt myself getting wetter and wetter. I am a sucker for having my breasts being touched. I can instantly cum. I was at the brink of cumming when David stopped.

“Let’s go back to our place.” He pulled me with him. Aurielle and the girls saw us emerging from the pathway to the toilet and catcalled. I shouted “Bitches!” and laughed as Aurielle shouted ” I knew it!” before she collapsed on some man and snogged him hard. Must be the club owner she’s banging.

David went up to Chad and Ross and whispered to them that made their eyebrow shot up and looking at me in disbelief. I was introduced to Ross briefly before we ushered outself out of the club and quickly into Chad’s R8.

I was sitting next to David as Chad drove and Ross sat next to him. It was an awkward silence for a while til I said “Look, David, Chad, Ross. Dont judge me. Let’s have fun. I am on the pill and I am clean from medical records. I am not sure about you 3. But the point is, let’s have fun. I want all 3 of you.”

Ross cleared his throat and said “You are a desirable person Liz. I cannot imagine this happening to all of us tonight. It has never happened before by the way.”

Chad pulled up into the carpark and we went up the lift to their apartment. Thank god for personal and private lifts (no snooping neighbours!) in our building. The sexual tension was building and evident. The arousal was seen on their bulge and I had a glaze over my eyes.

“Would you like some water? Wine? Champagne?” David offered. I followed him into the kitchen and looked through the fridge when David hugged me from behind, thrusting his hard bulge on my ass. I felt the big bulge and looked back and laughed. “Easy tiger. Let me get a drink first.” He laughed and pat my ass as I gulped down Perrier.

Chad put on some jazz and sat on the sofa, looking up at me expectantly. Dang it, Liz. You have 3 virile men looking up to you and here you are, like a frigid virgin. Get it on, I scolded myself.

“Why don’t three of you sit down? I’ll put on a mini show for you 3.”

Turning the music louder, I gyrate and peeled my dress of my skin, leaving my lingerie on. Nothing but classy French lace bra and thongs. Gyrating and moving my hips to the men, I was in my zone. I wanted to peel off my bra and thongs when David said “Liz, get on your knees. We want you to suck our hard cocks”

I obeyed him and went on my knees, looking up to 3 gorgeous man, jacking off their cocks. Maybe it’s me but the smell of arousal is turning me on. I had 3 hard standing cocks at me and using my mouths and hands, I took turn blowing them. It spurred me on as I heard them moaning and groaning under my deft fingers and hot wet mouth.

David push me slowly to my back and pulled my thong aside. He lowered his lips to my cunt and licked my pussy lips. Chad straddled me and titfuck me. Ross pushed his cock into my mouth. I was in an oasis of bliss. So much was happening, so many feelings, so many touches.

Chad put me on all fours and pushed his cock into my mouth as Ross licked my cunt from behind. Someone passed him a butt plug and that was slowly pushed into my asshole after much lubricant. David was at the side and fondling, biting and pulling my nipples. I was groaning and moaning in ecstasy. I felt my wetness trailing down my thighs, dripping on to the floor.

“Liz, who do you want first?” David asked. Obviously he wanted me and I couldn’t agree more. I turned to my back and spread my legs. David held his hard cock in his hand and pushed it into my cunt. Chad and Ross were at my left and right side and pushed their cocks into my mouth.

David played with my clit as he thrust his cock deep into me. He knew he has hit on my G-spot as I creamed around his cock. I locked eyes with him and matched pace by pace with him. Ross pulled me off him and got me on fours and entered from behind. David offered his cock to my lips and I hungrily devoured it, tasting both of us as he grabbed my breasts and fondled it lovingly. Ross removed the butt plug as he plunged into my cunt. He has a shorter but thicker cock and that filled me up tightly around my cunt. I felt a slight pain as he moved in and out but my natural lubricant made it easier to move.

I was ready to be penetrated in all holes as I asked Chad to slide under me. I wanted David to be in my ass so he positioned behind me and Ross cleaned his cock in my mouth. Chad slowly entered me as his lips fixed on my breasts, giving them loving attention. David then slowly pushed this thick cockhead into my asshole.

I winced in pain for a bit but he managed to push his cock in balls deep. I had all 3 men in me and I felt utterly full and airtight. They pulled and pushed their cock in and out of me in sync and I was just squirting and creaming on their cocks.

Later, they changed position and put me on my back atop Ross. The delicious ordeal continued. I had all holes filled, my breasts were getting caressed all the time and my clit was furiously rubbed so I can squirt more.

There wasn’t any insult, dirty talks. Just pure loving and sexual intensity between us 4. Finally, the boys couldn’t take it anymore and came in all holes they were in. It was a long moment before they released me. I had cum trailing down my asshole, cunt and on my tits. David slowly brought me up to my feet and made our way to the tub in the toilet. He put on warm water in the tub and squeezed a couple of droplets of lavender essential oil and told me to soak well.

He closed the door, leaving me in privacy. I was very exhausted and ecstatic about my first gangbang. What a sensation. After awhile, I drifted off to sleep.

I was quietly awoken by Ross. “Liz, you okay? We are all worried.”

Yawn, “hey, I actually fall asleep. I am good. What about you three? I should get clean.”

“Great to hear – well clean up – David and Chad’s in the kitchen fixing supper. God knows we need some. Liz, you’re amazing.”

He took my hand and planted a kiss on the back of my palm and left me in the tub.

—

“Hello Princess…. Supper?” My tummy growled at the smell of the food. Chad and David was cooking up a storm at 2 in the morning. Chad handed me a bathrobe to put on as I came near to the kitchen. Not shy around the boys anymore, I removed the towel and put on the bathrobe. Obviously the boys caught sight of my figure and gasped.

“I just don’t know how to say this but you have such a beautiful figure Liz. Thank you for tonight.” David said as I sat down at the dining table. Everyone looked satisfied and tired. We quietly munched away supper prepared by them and had small talks and giggles.

Done with my food, I looked up to them and said “So, what’s next?” and showed them a sly smile as I silently pined for my fiancee, Marc. He’s love this story definitely.

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Bowling alleys are closed here now due to that blasted pandemic. Some have had to close for good. That’s sad, but it got me to thinking, and fantasizing about what might have been.

Back in the day, I bowled on leagues at a couple of different bowling alleys. I had my own ball, red marbled, and blue suede bowling shoes. I was never very good at it, but I had fun. I was never much of a drinker either, but I discovered if I had half of an Amaretto Sour, my game went up by 20 points.

My job had gotten to the point where I worked all sorts of days and shifts so I couldn’t commit to a league, but I still loved to bowl.

My friend Maria had recently gotten divorced. She’s from Germany and still has a German accent but it has softened over the years. She got the house in the divorce. The house wasn’t all that big, but proportionally, the living room and dining rooms were large, and it was near where we worked, so a perfect place to gather.

Maria also loves to cook. She almost always had some roast chicken or other meat, something in the Crock-pot and perhaps some salads and desserts. The food alone attracted the single guys from work.

I got into the habit of going to her place on Wednesdays after I got off work. Two of my best guy friends were usually there. Joe, who was at one point, my friend with benefits, lived next door. He’s from Georgia and a few years younger than me. He’s my height and all skin, muscle and bone, with blonde hair, blue eyes and a killer smile.

Sam was 18. He’s from Hong Kong. He lived two doors down from Maria. We’re both pigs in Chinese Astrology so I was 30 at the time. I didn’t find out until years later that he was madly in love with me. I should have known. When the weather was cold, we’d cuddle together under a blanket in the corner of Maria’s living room. He kept trying to show me how to play a card game but I never figured it out, so I’d always lose. Sometimes he would ask if he could touch my breasts. I’d let him put his hand in my bra and he would feel around in there, moaning.

Joe and Sam were almost always there as they lived so close, but there were usually plenty of other people there as well.

We fell into a pattern. We’d go bowling nearly every Wednesday. There was a bowling alley in North Seattle with a Hawaiian sounding name. A famous rock star once stopped in while I was bowling on a league there. I missed meeting him. I had dislocated my knee while dancing. It was hard to walk with the knee brace on and I knew I was in no shape to bowl, so I stayed home that night. Still kicking myself for that! I could have had him autograph my butt!

Maria began having us over on the weekends as well. We didn’t go bowling then because the bowling alley was too busy and usually had some special thing like Moonlight bowling going on.

Her house was often just a meeting place though. Some or all of us might decide to go off on some adventure elsewhere. We always had fun though!

On this particular Wednesday, I had the day off. Joe called me.

“Hey! Wear your yellow dress tonight. Okay?”

The dress was something I made myself, and quickly. I was required to wear a dress on my first day of work and I had nothing suitable. Neither did my friend Patty. I told her not to worry. I’d make her a dress.

In those days, the fabric stores had bolts of fabric with smocking at the top. With careful measuring, you could cut two pieces, sew a seam up each side and have a strapless dress or a long skirt.

I bought blue and red fabric for Patty. I sewed red ribbon straps at the top. She wore a T shirt under it. Then she gave it back to me after our first day of work. She said she would never wear a dress again! She was quite the tomboy!

The yellow fabric had tiny flowers on it and wide horizontal stripes at the bottom, in teal, purple and rose, each with a stripe of the yellow in between. I cut off a strip of the yellow from the bottom and fashioned it into thick straps that crisscrossed the back. The end result was a short sundress.

“You want me to go bowling in a dress?”

Joe snickered. His voice got a little higher. I always knew something was up when he snickered like that and his voice got higher.

“Oh, you can bring your ball if you want to! I don’t think you’re going to need it though.” He snickered again and told me he had to get back to work.

After dinner, I laid out the clothes I would have worn to go bowling. I normally wore jeans for bowling but they were too bulky to fit in my bowling bag so I opted for a pair of red gaucho pants that I’d made and a black lace tank top. I folded them carefully so they wouldn’t wrinkle and tucked them into my blue and white bowling bag.

I shook my head as I looked at the yellow dress and slipped it on. Why a dress? And why this dress? Joe had expressed interest in some of my clothes before, but never this dress. Yellow wasn’t even his favorite color. He liked blue. Sam’s favorite color was yellow though. He told me so.

Some people were at Maria’s house Uzun porno when I got there, but not Sam or Joe. They arrived shortly thereafter, but they didn’t come in. They just stood on the porch, calling my name through the open door.

I looked around.

“Aren’t we going bowling?”

Sue looked up at me from her plate. “Sorry. I’m really beat. I’m going to turn in early.”

Janice gave her boyfriend a side hug and a quick smile. “Um… Mike and I have other plans!”

“You three go ahead. We’ll bowl next week. I think we’re just going to sit around and gossip.” Maria waved us on.

“Okay then.” My mouth twisted as I spoke and one eye squinted. Something was up, and I felt like everyone but me, knew what that was!

I was elected to drive. Joe sat in the front seat, poking at the radio like guys tend to do. No matter what station I have on or how the radio is set, it’s not suitable for the guy. He could always do it better. I was used to that by now.

Sam sat quietly in the back seat.

And then I smelled it.

“Joe!”

He turned pink and doubled over in laughter. He knew all of my secrets. There’s a certain men’s cologne that turns me on so much I can almost have an orgasm just from sniffing it. He knew this and was always looking for samples of it. They were easy to find as they were commonly inserted into magazines. He and Sam were both wearing this cologne.

“Feeling horny?”

I saw Sam in the rear view mirror. His deep brown eyes grew wide.

“You know I am!”

Joe snickered again. “Drive!”

“Where to?”

“The bowling alley.”

“I thought we weren’t going bowling.”

“We’re not.”

“Then why are we…”

Sam interrupted me. “Pinball. We’re going to play pinball!”

My heart fluttered. I loved pinball. I was worse at that than bowling but I was enthralled by the bright colors, zinging balls, ringing bells and the feel of controlling the flippers. The three of us had played pinball there before, but it was always close to closing time so we could never play for long. This was going to be fun!

We entered the building together, with Joe taking my left arm and Sam taking my right. The owner, an older balding guy, waved at us from behind the desk. Joe and Sam each waved a roll of quarters back at him and pulled me into the little room just inside the entry door.

The room was small and unless you knew it was there, you might miss it. The walls were soundproofed in something black. Three pinball machines stood just inside the door and next to them were some video games that continued down that wall and around the back. Pinball machines were losing popularity as video games were taking over, but this place only had older machines. People who were really into games went to one of the arcades for the latest stuff. The few times we had played pinball here, no one else was in the room.

“Put your purse down there! You won’t need it. It’s our treat.”

I dropped my purse to the floor and Joe kicked it under the Fireball machine. That was my favorite machine at the time with its spinning disc and three balls. Cyclone didn’t come out until 1988 and that is probably my all time favorite.

Joe ran up to the snack bar to get us some drinks and a chicken sandwich for Sam. Sam was always hungry!

Sam and I sat at one of the two high tables along the blank wall. His legs dangled nervously off of the bar stool as he tried to make small talk. He brought up the WWE. Oddly enough we had a conversation about wresting the last time we’d played pinball. Both Joe and Sam laughed at me when I said I watched wresting. They didn’t believe me. I mentioned the name of a popular wrestler with a fake tan and beautiful blonde hair whose motto was that he’d make her glad she was a woman. I was never sure what that meant, but it sounded good.

Truth be told, I was never much of a TV watcher and I didn’t have cable in those days but I was flipping channels one night and watched a little bit of wrestling. I figured there must be something to it as my paternal great grandma went to see it live. She called it “Wrastlin”. And she said she liked to sit close enough that the men’s sweat would get on her!

I never really developed a liking for wrestling but I did watch it for a few months until the novelty wore off. I picked up enough in that length of time that it could be a topic of conversation though.

Joe came back with a loaded tray. Come to think of it, Joe was always hungry too. He brought me a buttered English muffin. I don’t usually eat between meals but he knew I liked those.

The guys ate quickly. I still had several bites left to my English muffin by the time they had finished their food. I knew if I didn’t eat it quickly, Joe would. Sam wouldn’t. He was polite like that. Plus he mostly liked things with chicken.

The guys cracked open their rolls of quarters and handed me one to put in the machine. I was to go first. I stood, poised and ready for action, Joe Öğrenci porno snickered again as he knew what I was going to do. Before I pull the plunger back, I wiggle my butt. I do the same thing in golf when I’m teeing off. That ticked off my golf pro who would grab my hips and call me “Hula hips”. Apparently it doesn’t accomplish a thing in pinball or golf so I’m not sure why I do it.

I was doing really well. I had all three balls going and the points were really racking up. That’s when they decided to distract me.

Sam stood behind me, leaning his lanky frame against me and filling my nostrils with that cologne. I could feel his cock growing hard between my butt cheeks. His arms stretched over mine, his hands covered mine on the flipper buttons. His hot breath was on my neck. Then he softly kissed the right side of my neck. I froze.

Somehow he was managing to pay attention to the game. His hands quickly pushed into mine, saving all three balls from going down.

“Ooh! Good save!” Joe snickered again. He moved around to my left side and put his hand on my breast and commented that I wasn’t wearing a bra.

“I… It’s in my bowling bag. I was going to put it on if…” My voice stammered and trailed off. I realized I was paying no attention to the game whatever, but Sam was still pressing on my hands, activating the flippers.

“How about panties? Are you wearing those?” Joe dropped to the floor, slid under the pinball machine and under my dress.

I had on a pair of peach colored satin panties. All he had to do was stretch the elastic a bit and they slithered down around my ankles. The two of us struggled to get them off. I had a pair of yellow anklets on and black canvas sneakers. The panties tangled around my feet and I fell back against Sam in trying to get them off. I don’t know where they went after that. I never saw them again.

Joe was up under my dress now, licking between my legs. He knew that I didn’t particularly like that but I was rather stuck with Sam pressing me against the pinball machine. The machine was silent now. The balls dropped down; all three of them. It was waiting for another quarter.

Sam ran his hands up my chest and then down inside the smocking to cup my bare breasts. I let out a moan as my nipples stiffened between his fingers. I turned my head back to kiss him. We had kissed before, but never a French kiss. We did now though. It felt so good! I could feel my pussy dripping into Joe’s mouth. I was enjoying all of this but I also had a sense that someone might see us. Apparently Joe and Sam did too as all three of us quickly straightened up and sat down at the table at the same time. We sat there frozen and glancing at each other, and took a sip of our drinks.

The owner peeked in.

“Not bowling tonight, huh?”

Joe answered. “No sir. The others are busy so the three of us decided to play some pinball instead.”

“Good! I’m glad somebody’s getting some use out of those machines! Here, let me take your tray.” He picked up the tray and the remnants of food, leaving only the drinks.

The three of us sat, blinking at each other for a good minute, then busted out laughing.

“Fuck!” Joe grinned. “That sure was close!” I’m going to take a turn now.”

He inserted a quarter into the machine and pulled the plunger. Sam and I stood watching for a few moments like everything was normal. Then he pulled me further into the room where the video games were.

The games were spaced pretty far apart. The owner could have easily put another game in between each one. But seeing as how I’d never seen anyone else in this room no matter the time of day, there was probably no point in spending the money on more games.

He pushed me up against the side of a Pac-Man game, wrapping me in his arms and kissing me deeply. I loosed my breasts from the stretchy fabric at the top of my dress and pulled his head to them. He sucked one nipple very gently, then the other, pausing to look in my eyes to see if it was okay.

“Are you going to take my virginity?” He whispered in my ear.

“Do you want me to?”

His eyes locked onto mine as he bit his lower lip. He said nothing.

We had talked about sex before. I knew he had a foreskin and I knew he had never been with a woman before except for kissing. I also knew he was very shy.

I spread my legs and put his hand there, helping him to move his fingers around to please me.

“So that’s what you feel like down there. It’s so slippery!”

“Yes. You made me that way. Now make me cum.”

“But I don’t know what I’m doing!” His voice came out in a squeak.

“I’ll help you. I cum very easily.”

“I know. You told me.”

His fingers moved softly and gently, exploring my hot, swollen lips and dripping pussy.

I kissed him again, moaning into his mouth and arching my back as I came.

“That was so good, baby. Do you want me to take your virginity now?”

Again, he said nothing. Just looked like a deer in the headlights.

“We can go back and play pinball if you’d rather”. I ran my fingers lightly down the front of his crotch, feeling the dampness there.

He still said nothing but put his hand over mine, helping me to undo his zipper.

I contemplated the confined and rather public space we were in and tried to decide what position might work best. Suddenly I wished we were at my place, in my nice comfy bed where we could take our time. But we weren’t there so I quickly pulled him against me and wrapped a leg around him while hiking up my dress. We did a little dancing around to get his cock up inside of me. I squeezed my pussy around his cock. And then he came.

“I’m sorry. I’m nervous.” He looked very serious.

“It’s okay. You come to my place some day and it will be much better.”

“Are you sure?” He looked very nervous.

“Of course I’m sure.”

“Good. I’d like that. And then we can cuddle all night.”

“Yes we can!”

I kissed him on the lips as he did his pants back up.

Both of us sheepishly went back to Joe who was racking up far more points than I had.

“Jump in!” He grabbed Sam and positioned him in front of the pinball machine.

Joe kissed me as he pulled me back into the spot that Sam and I just left. The smell of sex was in the air.

“You know I want and I know what you want.”

“Mm hm.”

I dropped to my knees and his cock sprang forth, steely and dripping with pre-cum. I shoved it all the way into my mouth. It was long enough to reach the back of my throat, but I didn’t gag.

He put his hands on my head and ran his fingers through my hair. And then he gave me a mouthful of cum.

“Don’t tell me you’re nervous too!”

“Hell no! Just horny as heck! Get on your hands and knees.”

It didn’t take much for Joe to get hard and he could get hard again in an instant, even if he had just cum.

He hunkered down and shoved his cock in me from behind. I felt like we were wedged in that space. We could barely move.

“Work with me now. We’ve got to get a move on. That old man might come back!”

I let out a moan and backed into his cock, squeezing my pussy around it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sam grab some quarters from the table. It sounded like he was working that pinball machine like mad. And that was a good thing as I have a hard time being quiet when I cum! I knew the room was soundproof but I wasn’t sure how effective it was.

The room felt like it was getting hotter and hotter. Yes the sex was hot but the video games were also generating a lot of heat. And Joe’s body always seemed hot too. Soon I was covered in sweat and crying out with the first of several orgasms. Joe rammed his cock into me again and again until his cum mixed with Sam’s cum and made me feel so naughty. I felt sticky, sweaty, out of breath and very wanton.

Joe helped me to my feet as he did up his pants. He was good at multitasking. Cum began to drip down my bare legs. He fell to his knees and licked me clean until he got to my pussy where he sucked the rest of the cum out of me. I clutched at his head as I cried out with one last orgasm.

The two of us got back to the pinball machine just in time to watch the last ball drop. Game over.

Joe gathered up the remaining quarters and told me to put them in my purse.

“We should go to the beach!” Joe took my arm and led me towards the door.

“Doesn’t the beach close at sunset?”

“After what we just did, does it matter? Sam looked at me with his puppy dog eyes.

“Okay then! The beach it is!”

Sam sat in the front seat and gave me directions. Good thing because I have no sense of direction. I would have likely taken us to Canada or Oregon instead of the beach!

The air was salty and still. No sounds except for the traffic that seemed so far away and the splashing of the waves. No one was there but the three of us. We walked over the rocks that slipped beneath our feet as we made our way to a large piece of driftwood.

Sam straddled it and pulled me back against him, resting his head on my shoulder. Joe leaned back against me letting his head fall onto my other shoulder. We sat there for a while, keeping each other warm, and listening to our breathing until we almost fell asleep.

I stretched my arms out, suddenly feeling stiff. That was the signal to go home. We all three got up slowly and headed back to my car.

The lights were off as I pulled up in front of Maria’s house. We all got out of the car and looked awkwardly at each other. As if we all knew what happened, but tried to pretend that we didn’t.

“Well… That was fun! I gave Joe a quick hug and peck on the cheek, then gave Sam the same.”

“Should we do that again?” Joe’s voice sounded a little too eager for him being as sleepy as I knew he was.

“Yeah, I think so.” Sam looked at me as if looking for approval.

“I think so too. But maybe next time we could just go to my place.”

“Hey! You don’t have a pinball machine!” Joe laughed.

“I know!” I grinned. “Sweet dreams! I know I’m going to have them!”

I watched the two of them slowly walk down the sidewalk, each in a different direction. I have such good friends!

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“If I take you on, I take you down to square one. You start out buck naked and will have to earn everything from your first stitch of clothing to your first phone call. I don’t care about our history or who you are right now, this is all about what you will become.”

She eyed me warily.

“You surrender all rights. I will have full authority over you and I will eventually permeate into your very soul. You will discover great joy in pleasing me and learning from me. You will be collared to indicate your subservience to me an to the illustrate to contract between us. I will use the crop and, when necessary, spank with my open hand. Every part of you from the tip of your toenails to the last follicle of the hairs on your head will be mine to mold as I see fit. In exchange I will house you, instruct you, and send you off with a new outlook, a new set of job skills, and a more satisfactory life all around but you MUST become my property!”

“But Daddy!” She pouted in return.

Technically speaking, Darla was not my daughter but she may as well have been. Her entire life she had called me ‘Daddy.’ I had raised her from the age of sixteen months to the age of sixteen. Now, four years later, at age twenty, she was tumbling down the same path as her worthless biological father and my now ex-wife. There was one bad boyfriend after another, there was the experimentation with drugs. There was her history of barely earning a diploma from high school and the subsequent flaming out of a college for dunderheads with a GPA too low to measure. Darla had lost her job, been kicked out of her apartment, and had no where else to go. My ex-wife, Bonnie, was simultaneously too self-absorbed and too obsessed with the cock of her new boy toy to provide any solace to her daughter. I had heard enough from old family friends and other sources to be prepared for Darla’s inevitable visit to my doorstep.

Neither her current loser boyfriend, nor the dopes she had a history with had the means to take care of her, nor did they have enough affection for her to give her even a corner of the roof in the apartments or flop houses they dwelt in. She was at the end of her rope.

Darla and I had always gotten along, with some major caveats. She had been an exasperating daughter as I had been prevented from disciplining her the way I could have or should have because of Bonnie’s interference. All of my old predictions as to how Darla would turn out were reverberating about my skull. It is true that a prophet goes without honor in his own country.

I returned her exasperation with a scowl.

“But Daddy, that’s not how you raised me! Me being naked in front of you would either case me to turn to stone or you to go blind! You did nothing like that when I lived with you!”

“And see how good that turned out? Had I had a free hand when you were living under my roof, you would not be in the pickle you are in now. I won’t take you back only to repeat the same mistakes. I will not repeat my offer. Take a walk around the block to think about it. After your walk you will have to fish or cut bait. If you enter my house tonight, you enter under my terms and you live here until I decide that you are capable of living on your own. Apply yourself, demonstrate that you have some backbone and a willingness to learn. If you do, I will even fund you another try at college. But the Darla that exists now can NOT enter this house. It is not too late for you but time is running out. I offer you hope and salvation, but my terms are non-negotiable and require unconditional surrender.”

“My God, Daddy, You ARE serious!”

“Yes I am. This is the last shot for both of us. It is your last chance to turn around your life and it is my last chance to impart maturity, self reliance, and wisdom into you.”

“But me naked. You spanking me.”

“Embarrassment and shame are the last tools left in my arsenal. Had I been able to raise you right the first time, today, instead of turning up on my doorstep like a bad penny, you would be a career woman or a successful college student. Those methods of embarrassment and shame would have never left the toolbox. Look at all the bad choices you have made. If you are honest with yourself, you will recall that my advice was ALWAYS better than the course you chose. Even now when all others are rejecting you, I offer you a lifeline. It is my lifeline so I get to dictate the terms”

“Daddy, I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m a young woman.”

“No Darla, you are a spoiled little brat who never heard no from her mother and were permitted to flaunt my authority night and day. Young women are respectful, properly demure, confident and capable. You Darla, are NONE of those things. You are a petulant six year old in the body of a twenty Uzun porno year old girl. That six year old little brat needs to be smacked in the fanny from time to time, made to clean her room, pick up her toys and apply herself in school. Most of all that spoiled little six year old needs to admit that she was wrong and that her life is messed up because she was too proud, and too spoiled to ask for help from a loving parent to make her a better little girl. When you lived with me, Darla. I offered you my ear. I attempted to discipline you the best I could but your mother wouldn’t let me. In spite of everything, I never stopped loving you. I STILL love you. I STILL want the best for you. You can STILL have those things. Now I am going inside for fifteen minuets. Take that time and decide if you want to continue being a failure. If you want to change, come back and knock on my door. This is the ONLY offer of help that you will get from me.”

Before she had a chance to object, I closed the door in her face. I knew that Darla had no where else to go. Since divorcing, Bonnie, Darla’s mother, my life had been one success after another. A year or so after she left me for a school teacher who was later caught with a ton of kiddie porn on his work computer, I developed a code that was highly desired by several very large software and computer companies. I patented this code and made some very impressive money by selling it to the highest bidder, For legal reasons, I can not mention the company I sold my code to, but rest assured that you have used it.

I’ve been retired for over a year. I have no family to speak of. A new long-term project was just the thing I needed to banish the retirement blahs. Darla was the closest thing I ever had to a child of my own. For the most part, I enjoyed raising her but the frustration I felt when I saw the direction her life was headed, made me truly grieve. Darla really is a great kid. Although she never applied herself in school, she is whip smart. She’s also quite lovely physically but her lack of self-confidence is so strong that she has never allowed herself to shine. Just altering the way she carries herself would do wonders for her appearance. Yes, I realize that Darla right now is a dead ringer for her mother. I married Darla’s mother when she was a few years older than Darla is now. The fact that Bonnie was an unwed mother, should have been a warning to me but what can I say? Love is blind. The ONLY good thing that Bonnie instilled in her daughter was the importance of good birth control so that she not repeat her own mistake.

I strolled around my new home. Since I had an more than an inkling that Darla would be headed my way I had a spare bedroom all set up for her. It was spartan by design. The thought of Darla naked was, to be honest, more than a little arousing but I would push my dirty old man inclinations aside as much as I could because, as I said I truly cared about Darla and wanted the best for her. I told myself repeatedly that quasi-incest was NOT my goal. In truth Darla NEEDED to be reduced to nothing before she could truly appreciate anything. The sound of my door bell ringing again was simultaneously delightful and conflicting.

I opened the door a crack. Darla was in tears as she stood with her head hung low on my door step.

“Daddy, I have nowhere else to go!”

“Will you abide by my rules?”

She inhaled deeply, nodded her head and said, “What other choice do I have?”

I opened the door all the way and Darla entered my foyer. I took the suitcase from her hand, and retrieved the rest of her luggage from my front stoop. In truth there was a lump in my throat and my heart was beating loudly in my ears. I steeled myself, and faced my step-daughter.

“Darla, I have a pot of tea steeping. In a while we will sit down and share a cup. But there are some things that must occur first. Later you are going get undressed and I will give you a bath. I imagine that tonight will be the single most awkward for both of us. You will feel humiliated and angry, but believe me, that is exactly what you need. Because I had more than an inkling that you would head my way, I have a nice room set aside for you. I’m sure you remember that I am an excellent cook. Starting tonight you have a strict bed time and wake up times. Most of your days henceforth will be tightly structured. The faster you adapt to your situation and the better you behave, the more freedoms you will be granted. I am going to lock up your suitcases and your purse. Starting as of this moment, I provide you with EVERYTHING. In exchange you apply yourself, listen to my instruction, and ultimately, turn your life around.”

“Daddy, WHY are you doing this?”

“Because I love you Darla, Öğrenci porno because I love you. You can’t see that now but as time passes you will. Now, follow me.”

Darla bit her lip and stamped her feet as I led her to my impressive master bathroom. Even so I could see Darla’s eyes drinking in all the new luxury I had come into. She was beginning to realized that living with me would indeed have its benefits.

“Now Darla,” I said as I adjusted the taps on the tub, “you have to get undressed now. Everything comes off, including that stud in your nose and your earrings and any other jewelry. I decide when and it you are permitted to adorn yourself and I decide what jewelry you will wear.”

Darla turned beat red and stamped her feet but eventually her fingers went to the zipper of the light jacket she was wearing. Even though it was June it had been a cool day. She kicked off her low heels, stared at me for a long moment. She gulped noticeably and then reached for the top button of her pink blouse.

“Oh, Daddy.” she whined before slowly undoing the buttons. She filled her lacy bra quite nicely and her tummy was nicely toned. It was like gazing through a time portal and viewing her mother’s body. I felt myself stiffen. As a precaution against embarrassment on the part of both myself And Darla, I was wearing two athletic supporters under my loose khaki pants Darla pouted for moment stomped her foot and at last open her jeans and withdrew her long shapely legs from them. Instantly, I was reminded that it was Bonnie’s legs that had first attracted me to her. I hoped that Darla did not hear my short intake of breath as I gazed at the trim dark haired woman who had once been my step daughter.

Delaying actual nudity as much as possible, Darla glared at me and then placed all of her jewelry on the edge of the sink. Last to go, the small stud from the left side of her nose. Tears welled up in Darla’s eyes and she squeaked, “Let’s get this over with!” In two quick motions she removed her bikini style panties and lacy bra. Her tits were just like her mother’s and her brown bush was thick but neatly trimmed. I was delighted to discover that she had not defiled her lovely flesh with tattoos or piercing below the neck. Full of shame, Darla bowed her head, turned beet red and stared at the floor.

I tried to force my mind away from my honeymoon, where as my first act as a new husband, I had given my bride a bath. The body before me now was practically identical. I prayed that my overlapping jock straps were up to the Herculean task of masking my boner.

With a splash, Darla was in the tub. I picked up a washcloth and said,

“See, Darla you didn’t explode and I didn’t turn to stone from seeing you naked.”

“Oh, I’ll bet you are just LOVING this! If I had anywhere else to go on the planet I would be there. Watch you hands ‘Daddy.'”

For the first time since she was an insolent teenager, Darla had pronounced the paternal word with as much venom and contempt that she could muster. I was content to let this particular instance slide. I would not be as forgiving in coming days. Gingerly, I began to lather and wash Darla. It had been a very long time since I had been in this situation. Looking back on it it seemed that Darla and I had our best bonding at bath time. I would ask her how he day had gone, what she had learned and what she had done. In return Darla would open up like a little flower for me, savoring and relishing in my attentions.

After a few minuets of silence that was beyond painful I asked Darla,

“How was your day?”

Darla laughed and said. “Well I never imagined when I woke up this morning that it would end with me at the mercy of a dirty old man or that that particular dirty old man would be the one who was literally once my very own old man.”

She gazed at me with tears welling up in her eyes.

“Under the circumstances it feels funny calling you ‘Daddy’ but I’ve never called you anything else. The only reason I am tolerating your outrageous behavior, is because out of everyone in my life, you’ve been the only one that was always there for me. I know that you have always been good to me and you alone among the people in my life has never lied to me, cheated , or abused me. Sadly, I can’t say that I treated you with the same respect you showed me. Because you have always meant right by me, I thought long and hard and decided that you would not change your spots now. I have always known you to be a wise and caring man, Daddy. I regret not having listened to you in the past. After circling the block and thinking long and hard, I decided that for the first time in my life I would obey you completely.”

I paused in my washing of Darla’s back and our eyes locked. With all of her heart she said softly,

“Daddy, please don’t take advantage of me while I am in your care. Always remain the hero you have always been in my heart.”

Silently, I nodded my assent, projecting as much sincerity as I could with my eyes.

We exchanged nods and then Darla turned from me and broke down in tears.

“Oh, Daddy! I had a horrid day!”

For the next three quarters of an hour, Darla poured her heart out to me. It was not hard to recall other bath times from a prior decade when she had cried about a particularly trying day at school or about a girlfriend who had been mean to her. For the most part all I did was listen and keep the water warm. My former step-daughter had a lot of frustrations to get out. When she was finished I presented the washcloth to her so that she could wash her face and blow her nose.

Somehow, we both knew that as she stepped out of the tub, something had changed between us. All of Darla’s hostility and rebellion were gone and I had pushed away all my incestuous thoughts to see my self almost solely as mentor, coach, and confessor. Somehow I knew that both of us would come to relish our new relationship.

As she stood with the towel about her body I took something out of my pocket.

“Now Darla, I could have gone with a conventional slave type collar, but those are declasse and bulky. However there must be some outward symbol of your obedience and my authority.” She oohed when I presented her symbol. “This choker is gold and platinum with the letter “D” in small emeralds It has a small but very strong lock in the back and I posses the only key. When your training is complete and you are on the way to a new productive life, I will remove it from your neck. I tell you now that your training will probably take more than a year. There will be frustrations and obstacles for both of us but together we can over come them. Do you accept my terms Darla? Do you give me full authority over you in ALL things?”

Darla nodded and then said, “Yes, Daddy. Whatever you say.”

My hands trembled as I lifted Darla’s hair and locked the choker about her neck. It looked marvelous against her skin and would look stylish with any type of clothing. Darla liked the look of my gift and spent some time gazing at it in the mirror.

“Its lovely, Daddy.”after another moment of appreciating the jewelry she turned and said, “Let’s have that tea.”

I allowed her to keep the towel as we sat in my kitchen and sipped tea. We filled each other in on the lost time between us. Darla seemed truly interested in my patent and was both surprised and delighted that my newfound wealth had not changed me as a person. When the time was right I gave her an extensive tour of the house. The tour ended where both of us knew it wold.

“This room is yours Darla. Right now you have a bed, a chair, a desk, a bookshelf with some reading material and a currently empty closet and chest of drawers. Through that doorway is a half bathroom consisting of a commode and a sink. You will note that there is no door on the bathroom and the lock on this door can only be operated from the outside. There will be no secrets between us. Over the next coming weeks and months your good behavior and obedience will fill up the dresser and the closet with very fine clothing that will be selected for you. The rooms are warm enough that you will not need clothing for a while and the quilt is thick for when the nights ARE cold.”

Darla stepped into her new world and said. “It’s better than where I have been living that’s for damn sure.” She saw the stuffed animal on the twin bed, broke out in a wide smile and said “Mr. Bun!”

She picked up the stuffed rabbit and her eyes looked at mine with wonder.

“Believe it or not, I found him last year in a trunk I had not opened since I was married to your mother. How he got in there I’ll never know but it seemed almost criminal to simply throw him away.”

“Oh Daddy, how sweet.” Darla embraced the memento of her childhood, reminding us both of other, more pleasant times. I had not seen her smile so serenely in years.

After a moment of letting her soak everything in I announced. “Well Darla, it is now technically past your bed time. I’ll need your towel now and then I am going to lock you in. The lights will go off in fifteen minuets. Breakfast is tomorrow at 8:30 A.M.”

Darla, unspooled the towel from around her body and seemed suddenly devoid of embarrassment as she held the towel out for me to take.

“Goodnight, Daddy! Sweet dreams.”

“And sweet dreams to you as well precious.”

It was only after the door had closed and locked that I realized Darla and I had just repeated, word for word, our final daily exchange from the entire time we had lived together. Even when she was rebellious and nasty, we almost always ended our day with those exact words!. Not for the first time I wondered just what I had gotten myself into.

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Samantha Pt 2. A Christmas to remember…

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Since our first sexual night together I have thought a lot about Jennifer. We have talked and texted back and forth, but with the last few days of school, followed by the upcoming holidays, we haven’t been able to plan any time together. I actually feel bad, I don’t want her to think this was a one-night thing or that I used her for sex. Although I am really not sure what this is? Or was? Or where this is going. I had fun, I experienced something new, but I don’t know if I want a girlfriend or a female fuck buddy. But yet, I am fascinated by her and want to have sex with her again. My mind goes back and forth.

Due to family commitments for the holiday, I will not be able to see her this week. You see my family is very religious and we have a big Christmas Eve dinner, followed by midnight mass, then home for breakfast and off to bed. Christmas morning is a late brunch and presents. Followed by a big Christmas family dinner. Then over the next day or two another family dinner with the other side of the family, so holidays are hard for me to get away.

Jennifer asked me several times to meet over the week, but with this ridiculous schedule I have around the holidays, it’s hard for me to get away. Fortunately, Christmas falls later in the week, so hopefully I will be done by the weekend. I ask Jennifer to hold off until later Saturday or Sunday so we can actually spend some time together. Jennifer says she understands, but I am sure she’s disappointed.

Late evening Christmas Eve, I am at my parent’s house waiting to go to church when I hear my phone go off. I get up to see I have a picture message from Jennifer. It is her lying in bed, wearing a Baby Doll Mini Bodysuit and a Santa’s hat asking me if she can CUM down my chimney? I was so excited and so shocked. As I stared at the picture enjoying the view, I realized I’m at my parent’s house, with family around. I went into panic mode. I quickly exited the message screen, turned my phone off and rammed it deep down in my purse. My mom asked me if I was alright, because I guess the look on my face was of absolute horror. I hadn’t told them about Jennifer, never was planning on it, and now to get this picture while I’m at my old house with family around, at this precise moment, was something rather scandalous to me.

I told my mom, “I was fine; it was a stupid message from a drunk friend” and played it off like it was nothing.

As we sat in church I started to think of Jennifer, the picture she sent and our first night together. I drifted off into deep thought of her kiss, our cab ride home from the bar, when her hand was rubbing up and down my leg. How horny I was, how my pussy was throbbing to be played with. How erotic that night was! As my mind wandered deeper, my body started aching for more. Right there in church I started to get wet thinking about pussy. I was so entranced in thought that I missed the whole congregation standing up for hymns. My mom literally smacked my shoulder, bringing me back to reality. Even as I was singing, I was thinking of Jennifer fingering me, licking my pussy and bringing me to orgasm. After church we went back to my parents’ house, it was late and I wasn’t going to drive back to my place, so I ended up sleeping in my old room. It was weird lying in my old bedroom after months of being out on my own. How small and inconsequential this room seemed. How I laid in this bed throughout my childhood day dreaming of a million things. I dreamed about boys, about friends, school, my wedding day, my perfect house with the perfect family and yet just a bit ago I was in church thinking about Jennifer.

I remembered I had that picture she sent earlier. I reached into my purse, retrieved my phone and went back to her picture message. She was so cute lying there in her red teddy and Santa’s hat. I starred at that image for quite a while. I finally replied to her, “Sorry for the late response I was in church. I loved the picture and wish you could be CUMMING down my chimney.”

It was very late so I didn’t expect a reply. As I closed my eyes, I kept thinking about what I would do to her if I walked into my room and found her lying on my bed that way. My stomach started getting those butterflies again, I felt the desires I had for her just more than a week back. I slid my hand up and under my T-shirt and started rubbing my stomach. My mind drifted off to kissing her lips, hearing her voice in my ear, sucking on her beautiful tits, feeling her wet pussy in my hand. Seeing her face between my legs licking my pussy. I slid my hand upwards and started rubbing my breasts, stopping at my nipples to pull, twist and tease them. Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore and slid my hand down into my panties. I was rubbing my clit in a deep slow circular motion, as my mouth opened with pleasure. I had to be quiet, but I needed to cum. It didn’t take me long thinking of her and Avrupalı porno I brought myself to orgasm. I wanted to go longer, I wanted to cum more, I wanted to start fingering myself. I wished I was at my place alone, so I could get my dildo out and slide it in and out of my wet pussy. And then deep in my ass. Oh, my ass!! It’s been so long since I have had cock, I want to fuck her again, but I need to get fucked.

Saturday night brought dad’s side of the family to my parent’s house. A host of aunts, uncles and cousins all gathered for the big family feast. You know us good Catholic’s dressed in their Sunday best all enjoying the holiday spirit. When the night was over, I couldn’t wait to go home, get out of these clothes, fall into bed and just get the Christmas week behind me. After arriving home, I changed into something comfortable, fell into bed and I slept very deep and very long into Sunday morning.

After waking up, I got up and took a long hot shower and just soaked my sore achy body, trying to revitalize my spirit. Afterwards, I just put on a pair of soft silky thong panties and my robe and wandered to my kitchen. Coffee!!! I need coffee. I wasn’t in my kitchen 5 minutes when I heard a knock at my door. I just knew it was my mom or dad, who were going to make me go to family breakfast. I tied my robe and walked to my door, looked out my peep hole and saw Jennifer outside my apartment. My heart leapt. I whipped open the door in shock that she was there.

“What are you doing here?” I exclaimed!

Jennifer said, “I was on my way to the gym and decided I wasn’t in the mood to work out.”

Jennifer stated, “I know you’ve had a few long days, so I thought I’d swing by with some coffee and bagels to surprise you'”

Jennifer held up her hands which were carrying a bag and two large coffee’s. Well she was right; it was a great surprise.

I was so amazed and heart touched and of course, I invited her in. We had a brief hug at my door and we walked to my kitchen. Jennifer was dressed down, she had on a large longer white T-shirt on, with dark blue yoga pants and flat white gym shoes. She didn’t have much make-up on but still looked absolutely beautiful. It was so good to see her. As we ate, we talked about my family gatherings and what she had done over the last few days with her holidays. She was so sweet for me bringing me breakfast and wanting to take care of me. I was nervous she was there, because this is the first time she has been at my place, but I was relieved I finally got to see her. I wasn’t sure anything was going to happen, or even if I wanted it to, but I was happy she stopped by to bring me a much-needed pick me up. Either way I was so glad she had thought enough about me to surprise me.

As we talked, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her and even though she wasn’t all dressed up, she was still so stunning and sexy with a smoking hot body. I remembered the picture she sent me and now I was envisioning her wearing that instead of these yoga pants. I remembered masturbating to it thinking of her and was wanting to tell her, but I kept that to myself. Jennifer could tell I was still very drained from this last half a week of Christmas monotonous, so she gave me a big hug. We stood in my kitchen cheek to cheek sharing a nice comforting moment. As we embraced, I started to get those tingly, nervous butterflies in my stomach. Suddenly I felt that want, that need, that sexual desire like I had on our first night.

I wanted to hold her longer. I wanted to kiss her. I realized how bad I wanted her. I leaned further against her just giving her a bigger longer hug, just finding comfort and release in her arms. I felt comfortable holding her. I needed her embrace. As we pulled way, we held hands and just stood there face to face. I gave her a long soft closed lip kiss. I felt my stomach doing flips. We both edged closer, starred into each other’s eyes, slowly leaning in towards each other and our lips met again. This time the kiss turned from a soft kiss on the lips to a full-blown French kiss. We were standing there kissing passionately. I could taste the coffee on her tongue, her smell was intoxicating, even without perfume. My mind raced because I was deeply engaged in a heated kiss with this beautiful woman in my own apartment. It got me even more excited.

After a few moments of intense kissing I knew I wanted her. Right here, right now! I couldn’t take it anymore. There was no time for a couch or bed. I wanted her right in this kitchen. My pussy was already pulsing. I broke from out kiss and I lifted Jennifer’s T-shirt over her head, throwing it on the ground. A smile came across her face. I reached out and pulled down the cups of her bra down exposing both her tits. I grabbed one of them with my hand as my mouth moved to the other one. I started softly sucking on her nipple. My tongue swirling around it, sucking on it, making “popping sucking sounds” as I worked her Video porno nipple. I switched over to the other tit and continued pleasuring her. I felt Jennifer reach behind her and unsnap her bra, throwing it on my counter. I stood back up meeting her face for another deep kiss. I felt her untie my robe letting it hang open and loose. I felt her hand on my stomach. I quivered, as her warm hand worked her way up to my tits. Her hands swirled back and forth between both breasts running her fingers and hands across my nipples, pulling them, teasing them. My pussy was throbbing. I wanted to eat her pussy out, I wanted her mouth on me. But I also needed to be penetrated. I needed to be filled.

Without breaking our kiss, I put my hands-on Jennifer’s hips and slid down her yoga pants and panties are far as I could push them down. She stepped out of her shoes as I reached my hand in between her legs to feel her completely hair free pussy. She shaved it and it felt so sexy. I rubbed up and down her pussy, just feeling her sensual body wanting to make her wet. I felt Jennifer’s hand start rubbing up and down my pussy over my thong. The smoothness of my panties made it more intense. She was using her fingers to rub my clit, making me even more excited and more week in the knees. I felt Jennifer trying to get her yoga pants off using her legs and her feet. We never broke the kiss as she finally managed to kick them off.

I hinted to her, as I started lifting her along her ribs that I wanted her on the counter. Jennifer smiled and picked herself up, landing her ass on my island counter. Her knees were up and her feet rested on the edge of the counter. She spread her legs apart, exposing that hot wet pussy I wanted. Jennifer leaned back onto her elbows as I began kissing down her inner thighs. I dipped my body and head down further in-between her legs. Her pussy looked amazing, all shaved, clean and fresh, getting wet with anticipation of my mouth, tongue and fingers. I dove right into licking her. I ran my tongue up and down her lips, licking and swirling around her clit. My mouth engulfed every inch of her hot pussy. I was going to make her cum and make her cum hard. This time I wasn’t nervous, this time I wanted that pussy! I wanted this!

My mouth covered her clit, deeply sucking her while my tongue swirled around it, listening to her ever-increasing moans. You could hear the sucking sounds filling my apartment. Sounds I had heard when my boyfriend’s ate me out and now, I was doing it to her. I could hear Jennifer’s breaths getting heavier and her moans getting louder. I slid down my panties and dropped my robe. I used my hand to rub my pussy and even played with my asshole. I brought Jennifer to her first orgasm and didn’t even stop. I just kept licking and sucking her pussy as she screamed in pleasure. Jennifer’s back arched, her hands grasping her own tits as I stuck my tongue as far as I could up into her. I wanted this pussy, I wanted her, I have wanted this for the last few days, I was going to enjoy every minute of slurping her pussy. I was tasting every bit of her pussy. My face soaked with her juices, my pussy dripping. I was becoming a lesbian and I fucking loved it. As I continued eating her out, Jennifer was moaning and groaning as I was tongue fucking her; all while my fingers were slamming in and out of my wet pussy.

I pulled my face back to see Jennifer in absolute pleasure, our eyes met, my pulse quickened. I stood up straight in-between her legs and I slid two fingers deep inside her. I watched her every move, hearing her every moan as I finger fucked her hard. Jennifer’s face filled with lust and pleasure. I stood in awe, just starring over her hot sexy body as my fingers slid in and out of her pussy, her body quivering, hips moving back and forth because I was bringing her to orgasm.

Jennifer was moaning out, “Don’t stop, don’t stop. I’m going to cum again.”

I pushed my fingers inside her as hard and fast as I could, watching, waiting for that orgasmic explosion. Finally, with an open mouth and arched back, Jennifer had a second more fierce orgasm, screaming in pleasure. Jennifer reached down to stop my hand from thrusting back and forth. Jennifer was breathless, shaking and drenched with her own juices and cum.

I pulled my fingers from her dripping wet pussy and placed them in my mouth. I wanted to lick her cum off my fingers. She watched me as I slid my fingers in and out of my mouth tasting every bit of her juices. Jennifer licked her lips, leaned forward and pulled me in for a deep sloppy kiss. Licking my lips and around my mouth tasting herself. I had never seen someone so relieved after cumming. Jennifer sat with heavy breath stating, “That was amazing!”

Jennifer pulled me in again for another deep kiss. She slid down from my counter and we both embraced for a long warm hug. Our naked bodies pressed against each other. I was in astonishment. We held each other and kissed even more deeply. WOW!!! I can’t believe this just happened again. I am in my apartment days after Christmas eating this girl out and wanting her to be here. Wanting more. Wanting to pleasure her and have her pleasure me.

Jennifer took me by the hand and walked me over to the couch saying, “Your turn.”

Before she could sit me down and return the favor, I said, “Let’s go to my bedroom, I need you to do something for me.”

Jennifer looked surprised and curious and agreed. We walked to my bedroom and I laid her down on my bed as I went to my dresser. Being rather uneasy, embarrassed and shy about It, I pulled my dildo from my drawer. I normally don’t share my sexual toys with anyone, but I wanted to have her fuck me with it. I slowly turned around and showed it to Jennifer and said, “I need you to fuck me with this.”

Jennifer smiled from ear to ear and said, “Of course I will.”

I followed up by saying, “In my pussy, but also my ass too.”

Jennifer’s eyes got wide as the sky. She said, “You like anal?”

I replied, “I love anal.”

Jennifer said, “I’ve always wanted to try it.”

I laid down next to Jennifer on my back. She leaned over and pressed up against me. She started kissing me deeply. I was already soaking wet and ready for her. Her hand slid up and down my chest, past my stomach eventually reaching my pussy. Jennifer’s lips were amazing! So soft and gentle as she kissed her way down to my pussy and started flicking my clit with the tip of her tongue. What a tease! I was in absolute heaven. I felt her warm wet tongue swirling on it as I felt her fingers rubbing up and down my wet lips. She slid a finger in me and I gasped. I could feel her pinky finger hovering around my asshole making me want her to slide that inside my ass. I lifted my knees up, placing my feet on my bed just as she slid a second finger in me as her tongue continued to lick and suck on my clit. Jennifer licked and fingered me to two orgasms before I even knew it. Wow, she is amazing at this!

Jennifer pulled her face away from my pussy and asked me for some lube. I reached into my night table drawer and handed it to her. I knew what she needed the lube for and now I was even more nervous and shy about bringing out my toy. I watched her lube up my dido, spread my legs further apart and slowly start rubbing it up and down my clit and lips. In my mind I was begging her to slide it in me, but worried and nervous about her fucking me with it. She slid down in-between my legs and slowly inserted the dildo in me. At first, she slid just the tip in, but with every thrust pushed it further and deeper into me. The feeling was incredible. I have used this dildo numerous times by myself, but never had a hot sexy woman, slide it in to me. She was sending chills down my spine and getting me off, fucking me with this dildo.

It wasn’t long until I was going to cum again. I was moaning deeply, enjoying my pussy being filled with her at the helm ramming it into me.

“OMG Jennifer, I’m going to cum.”

Jennifer picked up the pace and withing seconds I exploded all over that toy. Jennifer pushed my legs up to my chest and I felt a dribble of cool wet lube hit my asshole, her fingers rubbing it in, pleasing my asshole. Jennifer slid the Dildo out to my pussy and placed it at the entrance to my ass.

She asked, “Are you ready?”

“Yes”, I relied.

I felt the pressure of the dildo entering my ass. I groaned in pleasure. Jennifer slid the dildo in and out of me. OMG! I hadn’t been fucked in the ass in quite a while and now I have this big dildo sliding in and out of me. I begged her to go faster and deeper, I was screaming in pleasure. Every inch of my body tingled, my pussy still throbbing. I laid on my back holding my legs up, feeling the absolute pleasure of something long and hard sliding in and out of my tight ass.

“OMG Jennifer, don’t stop.” I begged her, “Don’t stop.”

I was moaning out, “Fuck me in the ass baby, fuck me!”

Just as fast as Jennifer made me cum playing with my pussy, was as fast as I was going to cum with her ramming the dildo up my ass. I started thrusting my hips, rubbing my clit and wanting her to do it harder and deeper. Within seconds I was cumming and cumming hard. “OMG” I screamed as I exploded for the third time.

Jennifer withdrew the dildo and climbed up next to me. We cuddled in each other’s arms softly kissing and touching as I caught my breath. Our hands softly rubbing each other’s chest, bodies and pussies.

Jennifer whispered, “Next time I get the dildo.”

I giggled, smiled and said, “Ok.”

We spent the rest of the late morning through early afternoon just lying in my bed naked, talking, cuddling and enjoying each other. Of course, we experimented more, licking and kissing and sucking each other off. Becoming closer as friends and as lovers. I think before she finally left, we had both cum 3 more times and we ate each other out at least 2 more times. And since she never experimented with anal sex, I ate her ass out. She loved it! I wanted to fuck her with the dildo and wanted her to fuck me again, but we decided to wait until next time for more toys.

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Maidservant and Her Mistress Pt. 03

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“So what? Have you made friends with your new little room yet?” Mistress Veronica asked, playing with the gloves she was holding in her hands.

“Yes my Mistress. A very pleasant place,” replied the scared maidservant.

Mistresses looked at each other and smiled. Slowly, they began to put black leather gloves on their left hands right next to the maidservant kneeling in front of them. They looked down at her, smiling all the time. Maidservant was enjoying the aroma of expensive leather. Mistresses, from time to time, touched her face with their fluttering gloves, which further aroused the maidservant’s excitement.

The room was quiet. Only the gentle sound of putting on two pairs of gloves was heard, intertwined with the delicate sounds of clicking heels of the boots as Mistresses jumped from one foot to the next. Mistress Veronica broke the silence turning to her daughter:

“My gloves put on tightly, and yours?”

“Mine too … they are closely matched … but I like them,” said Mistress Isabelle, stretching hers.

“Me too. That’s what I meant when I bought them yesterday in the shopping gallery. I like it when the glove tightly fits to my hand. It shouldn’t be too loose, because then it hangs sloppy,” said Mistress Veronica, stretching it.

“But you know, tight gloves mean that you need to put them on longer and more accurately on your hands so that they fit well. However, it takes some time,” said Mistress Isabelle, putting the right one on her hand.

“Yes, they have to be put on longer,” Mistress Veronica confirmed, doing the same actions as her daughter, “But who would care, my dear, after all we have so much time and nothing is chasing us.”

“You’re right, mom,” said Mistress Isabelle, admiring her palms. “It’s about time for our maidservant to ask her Mistresses to have a little fun and slap her face. After all, that’s why we met here. What do you think, mom?”

“Yes, because I can see that she is probably getting bored. And there is nothing worse than a bored maidservant without any chores. Maidservant cannot be bored, she has to do obediently her chores all the time.”

“Come on, ask your Mistresses to have some fun and slap your face. Just ask nicely and make an effort and say something more than just the word “please”, show that even a maidservant can be a little intelligent,” Mistress Isabelle ordered, grabbing and pulling the maidservant’s hair.

“Yes, but only a little, because intelligence is reserved for real Ladies like us.”

Mistresses laughed, then remaining smiling, leaned gloved hands on their sides on their waist and waited, gently clicking the soles of their boots on the floor as if showing their impatience.

“Well … maidservant … what are you still waiting for, huh? … your Mistresses are starting to get impatient a little.” Mistress Veronica said in a clearly commanding tone.

Maidservant, kneeling in front of her Mistresses, looked down at the booted feet of her Ladies and began her short speech.

“My dearest Mistresses … I would like to apologize to you for my behavior today that … sometimes you had to get angry at me … Please my Mistresses, as part of my penance, make have fun and slap my face hard.”

This speech was followed by a moment of silence that was broken by Mistress Isabelle.

“You must have forgotten something,” she said to the maidservant, putting gloved palms under her face, ready to kiss them.

Maidservant wanted to take the beautiful palms of her Mistress in her hands when suddenly she got her fingers smashed by her Mistress.

“Get your hands off my palms. Yet I didn’t let you touch them. You allow yourself too much. Your ugly paws will never experience the pleasure of touching this wonderful leather. You only have to gently kiss my fingertips so as not to get them dirty.”

“Honestly, I don’t know if even kissing is too much a privilege for her, honey,” Mistress Veronica interjected.

“Why do you think so, mom?”

“She can stain our beautiful expensive gloves with her saliva.”

“Don’t worry, Mom. She won’t do it. She knows that it is not worth for her. Believe me, it is not worth for her.”

“Not worth?”

“Yes. In the past it happened once when she asked for a faceslapping and stained my gloves with her saliva, then she got her face slapped very hard. She knows that she can’t even kiss them. If I order her to kiss my hands, I mean such an almost contactless peck.”

“Oh, you calmed me down, baby. So I can be calm about my gloves,” Mistress Veronica sighed admiring her palms.

“Relax, mom, don’t worry.”

Then both Mistresses put all their palms to the maidservant’s face so that she “kissed” them. Maidservant, according to the Mistress Isabelle guidelines, pecked every palm almost without touch four times, thanking four times and saying “thank you Mistress”.

Mistresses looked at each other first, and then, smiling, looked at the maidservant from above. Mistress Isabelle stretched her right glove a few more times, then grabbed the maidservant’s chin, squeezing her cheeks Uzun porno tightly and raising her head up.

“You’re lucky today that your Mistresses are in a good mood because we celebrate my birthday,” said Mistress Isabelle, starting to slap the maidservant’s face with her gloved hands.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!!

“So your Mistresses will be kind to you today …

SLAP! SLAP!!

“And they won’t slap your face too much for punishment …

SLAP! SLAP!!

“And they’ll just have a little fun …

SLAP!!

“And they only will stroke your cheeks,” Mistress Isabelle finished, but she continued to increase her faceslapping strength.

SLAP!!

“Yes, I agree with you my love,” added Mistress Veronica, also stretching her gloves and joining the maidservant’s faceslapping.

SLAP!!

“Her Mistresses will get her used to their fun slowly …

SLAP! SLAP!!

“They will have a lot of time for their fun …

SLAP!!

“So they don’t have to hurry …

SLAP!!

“And all the more unnecessary effort.”

SLAP!!

“Yes, especially since her Mistresses are Ladies,” added Mistress Isabelle.

SLAP! SLAP!!

“And Ladies slap face gracefully and with charm, but effectively make the maidservant feel both physical and mental pain,” added Mistress Veronica.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!!

Over the next few minutes, the maidservant’s faceslapping sound was heard, combined with the mocking laughter of her arrogant Mistresses and the clicking of their boots as they moved and changed their positions as they slapped her face.

Mistress Veronica, although she slapped face for the first time, did it very professionally. She behaved as if she were an experienced dominatrix. She knew what force to hit, at what angle. She knew how to set the face of the maidservant properly so that it had the right effect. She knew when to raise the maidservant chin and look into her eyes smiling.

After a few minutes of continuous faceslapping, which made the maidservant tears, smiling and happy with their result, Mistresses stopped for a moment, wanting to see the effect of their fun.

Mistresses stretched their gloves, then grabbed the maidservant’s hair, gripped it firmly, and began to watch the faceslapping effect by shaking the maidservant’s head once to the left once to the right.

“Hmm, you know my dear, I didn’t know that such the ugly face after a few faceslaps could be so red, the more so because after all we didn’t slap her hard at all, right? We are very delicate and sensitive women,” said Mistress Veronica. “I have to tell you I’m impressed with our work, and you?”

“I fully agree with you, mom. As you can see, we don’t need much effort, and we can relax not bad and relieve our stress and emotions. I wonder what our maidservant thinks about it. Maybe she would present us her impressions after your debut. You would have to ask her and you can still have some fun. I will be happy to look at the side and not disturb you.”

“Well, basically, I’m curious about her opinion myself. I hope she will praise me, because if she doesn’t, she’ll get her face slapped hard. Anyway, she will get her face slapped,” said Mistress Veronica, amused, and then directly addressed maidservant and raising her chin slightly upwards, “So? How did you like faceslapping?”

SLAP!!

“Thank you, Mistress, I loved it,” replied the maidservant in a sobbing voice.

“I hope I didn’t slap your face too much, huh?”

SLAP! SLAP!!

“No, my Mistress.”

“You probably enjoyed it, right?”

SLAP!!

“Yes, my Mistress.”

“And you can’t wait for your Mistress to slap your face again, right?”

SLAP! SLAP!!

“Yes, my Mistress.”

“And you won’t be able to wait when you enjoy it again, right?”

SLAP! SLAP!!

” Yes, my Mistress.”

Mistress Veronica turned for a moment towards her daughter and smiling at her and stretching her gloves asked her:

“So how am I doing, honey? Okay?”

“You look amazing, mom. I see you are escalating. I don’t recognize you. How much dominant energy is in you. You are slowly beginning to be like me. I would like to swap places with you at least for a moment, because I’m slowly starting to envy you.”

“Thanks, honey. But no … I won’t swap with you now. I won’t deny myself the pleasure of slapping her face.”

Mistress Veronica then turned back to the maidservant.

“Where were we? Remind your Mistress what you recently told her!”

SLAP! SLAP!!

“I said … I can’t wait … when I feel good again … when you slap my face, my Mistress.”

“Ah yes…

SLAP!!

“Indeed, I have already remembered …

SLAP!!

“But you know that for a moment of pleasure you have to deserve, right?”

SLAP! SLAP!!

“Yes, my Mistress.”

“You know that for a moment of pleasure you have to deserve by doing obediently your chores for your Mistresses, right?”

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!!

“Yes, my Mistress.”

“You know you’re here Öğrenci porno to do obediently your chores for your Mistresses, right?”

SLAP! SLAP!!

“Yes, my Mistress.”

“Chores first, then pleasure, right?”

SLAP!!

“Yes my Mistress.”

“It may be time for you to show your Mistresses how a real maidservant should work, huh?”

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!!

“Yes, my Mistress.”

“And then, after hard work, you’ll have a bit of pleasure. Would you like it, right?”

SLAP! SLAP!!

“Yes my Mistress.”

“And then, after hard work, your Mistresses will repay you. You would like them to repay you, right?”

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!!

“Yes my Mistress.”

“And how are your Mistresses repaying you?”

SLAP! SLAP!!

“By slapping my face.”

“I did not hear.”

SLAP!!

“By slapping my face.”

“By slapping my face and what?”

SLAP!!

“By slapping my face, my Mistress.”

“Yes”

SLAP!!

“Honey, what do you think about this?” Mistress Veronica turned to her daughter, “I think it’s time for our maidservant to show us how she can work, right? And then maybe we’ll have fun again and slap her face, as she deserves.”

“By saying as she deserves did you mean punishment or reward?”

“Is it important? For her it is all the same, and for us, it is important that we have fun.”

Mistresses laughed.

“I think so,” Mistress Isabelle continued, “That it’s time to check our maidservant. But maybe we’ll forgive her further faceslapping and this whole ceremony of kissing our palms as part of her thanks. Let’s get to the point right away. If we want her hire, she should show off her skills in front of her Mistresses. It may turn out to be unsuitable for this job and we will have to fire her.”

Mistresses laughed.

“I think there probably won’t be a need to fire her,” said Mistress Veronica. “I believe in her abilities. Anyway, think honey, where can we find such a maidservant working for free. Do you know how much I had to get tired to persuade her to work with us?”

“I know, mom. I was just joking. Of course, I would never get rid of such a maidservant. I have to add: where now such a maidservant looking for a job will find such good and forgiving Mistresses like us.”

“Maidservant, you had time to look around this room when we went upstairs for our gloves. So, did you look around?” Mistress Veronica asked.

“Yes, my Mistress.”

“And? Do you have everything you need for work here? Or maybe you still lack something, huh? We have tried to provide you with all the necessary things.”

“Basically … everything is here, my Mistress, but …”

“But?”

“Well, because as I looked around the room … I didn’t notice any mop anywhere … I don’t know what I will wash the floors with …”

Mistresses burst out laughing.

“You heard my dear,” Mistress Veronica turned to her daughter, “Our newly hired maidservant has a problem because she has no tool to wash the floors. Something unbelievable! Did you hear that?”

“It looks like we’ll have to help find a tool for her.”

Mistresses began looking around the room. Suddenly Mistress Veronica turned to the maidservant, waving her black-gloved hand nonchalantly toward the other end of the room:

“Look, I think there is the mop you are looking for. Can you see it?”

Mistress Veronica looked at her daughter knowingly, smiling at her. She reciprocated with her, realizing what her mother meant.

“I’m sorry … to be honest … I can’t see it,” the maidservant replied shyly.

Mistresses laughed.

“Come there to the end of the room, you’ll see it,” Mistress Veronica said in a warm voice, pointing again with her black gloved finger to the other end of the room. “Or not! Stay here on your knees! You won’t find it anyway. I’ll bring it to you myself.”

“But mother!” said Mistress Isabelle, surprised. “You will get your gloves dirty with this dirty thing. You’re the Lady.”

“Relax, honey. I’m not going to dirty my beautiful hands at all. I’ll show you what I mean in a moment. You will definitely like my idea.”

Mistress Veronica walked proudly to the other end of the room, clicking with her boots loudly. She came to the place where three dirty rags lay that were not washed away from dirt, probably after the last cleaning. Mistress Veronica, not bending at all for a rag, with her foot in the boot slotted one of them and began to slide it as if kicking her foot on the floor approaching the maidservant.

“Well done, Mom,” Mistress Isabelle praised her mother, clapping her gloved palms gently, “I didn’t expect you to solve it this way. I’m impressed.”

Mistress Veronica finally approached the maidservant with the rag transported by means of her foot and turned to her:

“This is your mop that you will use to clean the floors in our house! Okay?”

Maidservant, still in a slight shock, said nothing, which irritated Mistress Isabelle a little.

“Answer as your Mistress asks you. What, don’t you like the mop?”

“I like it… I don’t mind,” replied the scared maidservant.

Mistresses laughed.

Mistress Veronica touched the maidservant’s head, pushing her gently down.

“Somehow you didn’t convince me that you liked this mop. I would like you to make sure it is okay. Therefore, lean more and take a closer look. You can even sit down. I let you do it.”

Maidservant sat down in a kneeling position and with some resistance began to bend her head get close to the dirty rag lying on the floor, which Mistresses considered as mop.

Mistress Veronica, seeing resistance from the maidservant, raised her tight white skirt slightly up halfway down her thighs, exposing her legs more and crouched next to the maidservant, clutching her leather palm in the maidservant’s hair.

“Come on. Feel free. Get close to this rag. Smell its aroma.”

Maidservant was still resisting. She looked towards Mistress, who was crouching beside her. Maidservant’s eyes appeared the view of her Mistress’s beautiful legs in stockings and black lace panties.

Mistress, seeing that she was being watched, only smiled, squeezed her hand more tightly in her maidservant’s hair, and put her head firmly against the dirty rag lying on the floor.

“Don’t look at my legs like that because it’s not a sight for you, just savor the taste of your new work tool you missed so much,” said Mistress Veronica, then she turned to her daughter, “Honey, help me tame this stubborn, eh? Because you can see that she resists.”

“With pleasure, Mother. I even have an idea.”

Mistress Isabelle came closer to the maidservant’s head pressed against the floor with Mistress Veronica’s hand. She set her booted legs on both sides of the maidservant’s head just next to her cheeks. She began, using her booted legs, to move the protruding ends of the rag towards the face of the maidservant and press it against her cheeks, while Mistress Veronica was constantly pressing her gloved hand with the maidservant’s head against the dirty rag on the floor.

Maidservant could hear the mocking laughter of her Mistresses above her. She also felt like Mistress Isabelle gently kicking her cheeks with the pointy toes of her boots as she pressed the ends of the rag to her cheeks. From time to time, the maidservant also felt the soles of the Mistress Isabelle’s boots on her cheeks, tightening a dirty rag.

Mistresses sneered at their maidservant having fun at the same time. After a while Mistress Veronica raised her maidservant head up and looked into her face smiling.

“So? How’s your new work tool? Are you happy with it? Have we convinced you finally?”

“Yes, my Mistress.”

Mistress Veronica got up from crouching and ordered the maidservant, adjusting her skirt, lowering it down to her knees.

“Then take this rag once more in your teeth and keep it by the floor, and your Mistresses will go to bring you two more extra. It’s for the future if you run out of tools. You know, more rags certainly does not hurt.”

Mistresses laughed and clicking with their boots loudly went to the other end of the room for rags. Meanwhile, the maidservant leaned over again to hug her face against a dirty rag as instructed by Mistress Veronica.

Mistresses came to the lying rags and began, as Mistress Veronica had previously done, sliding them across the floor with short kicks, accompanied by the chaotic loud clicking of their boots and mocking laughs. Mistresses approached the maidservant with rags and began stuffing them at her, gently kicking her cheeks and pressing them firmly with their soles.

“Oh, yes … one more rag,” whispered the excited Mistress Isabelle.

After a few minutes of fun, Mistresses took a step back from the maidservant’s head and began to mock her, looking down at her.

“Beautiful view, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Mom. You know, I haven’t played like this for a long time.”

“I am very glad. Today is your birthday. Do you like the gift I prepared for you a bit?”

“You don’t even know how much. Thanks mom.”

“Come, give me a little hug.”

Mistresses embraced each other and kissed their cheeks. Then, hugging each other all the time, they looked down at the maidservant again.

“Okay, no more fun,” said Mistress Veronica, “Take these rags. There you have a bucket and lotions to wash and go scrub the floors right now. You will start from the corridor and then the rest of the rooms. You will take hot water from the laundry, there is a tap. Do not take from bathrooms, so as not to soil or damage expensive items that are there. Is that understood? “

“Yes my Mistress.”

“Good. We’re going to the living room to have a coffee, eat some birthday cake and relax a bit. And you, get to work, now.”

Mistresses smiled and clicking with their boots loudly left the room leaving the maidservant alone.

Maidservant took all the cleaning things with her and went to clean the floors. According to the order, she started from the corridor, which was quite large, so it took her a long time. She washed the floor kneeling all the time. From the living room, which was an open room for the whole house, she could hear conversations and laughter of resting Mistresses. She also heard the clicking of their boots.

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This is the third episode in the fictional series on Jeremy’s awakening. Kim is doing everything in her power in an accelerated manner to evolve him into an experienced sexual partner. The elements of this chapter will not be fully appreciated or understood if you have not read the previous chapters. There is a reason for how these events are unfolding and all will be made clear in the final chapter (which is expected to be my next submission). Please be patient and know that I too am evolving with this endeavor. This is my very first work of erotic fiction.

Thank you for taking time to read my story. Enjoy!

Jeremy was in shock after viewing the DVD. He didn’t know what to think or how to react. It was his understanding that the sexual research with Kim was implied to be only solo encounters between the two of them. Never did he envision or expect what had been conjured up for this second session. The whole thing affected him in so many ways. His emotions were scrambled and any attempts by him in sorting them out proved to be an insurmountable task given his novice level of social and sexual expertise. He simply just could not get his head wrapped around the concept of having multiple sexual partners at this point.

Kim recognized from the very beginning that her approach would be radical and perhaps even foreign to Jeremy. It was a risk she was willing to take. She knew his powers of reason would ultimately be challenged with the battles that would rage in his mind. She was counting on it. But, she was not without compassion. Kim wanted to help Jeremy realize his full potential as a person with deep sexual passions, who unfortunately had had these passions repressed, not by his own choice, but from some pretty cruel maltreatment by his peers in his youth and young adult years. Her approach was comparable to “shock” treatments. Except, she was not going to leave him in shock. She had planned to contact him late in the evening (after he was to have viewed the DVD) on the day after their second session with the intent of easing his mind through some “decompression therapy.”

In the primal regions of Jeremy’s mind he was in fact swimming on a sexual high that bordered on the insatiable lusts of an addict. The massive level of endorphins that had been released from his pleasure center began to overshadow all rational thoughts of “foul play” from what on the surface to him seemed to be a “bait and switch” experience last night. These new feelings had a powerful hold on him that transcended beyond any form of reason. The homunculus that used to be such an ordered entity in him was now developing exaggerated appendages like a fast growing cancer with tentacles that reached into all of the sensory regions of his body; and most particularly into his cock. Seeing those sexy young girls on the DVD ravage and devour his tool in so many ways was triggering an avalanche of cascading desires. Insatiable and unquenchable defined the state his cock. He wanted to have more! He needed to have more!

“What the hell had she unleashed in me?” He thought. Just as he began to sink into despair, Jeremy’s phone buzzed with a tweet informing him of a received text message.

“Hi my Lover.” Kim had texted him. “I’ve sent you an e-mail. Please baby, read it tonight.”

“An e-mail?” Jeremy couldn’t see how that would help his conundrum. But, his interests were peaked from the techniques Kim had been employing on him. “So,” he thought, “it wouldn’t hurt to see just what the hell she was up to now!”

He opened up his mail account to find the following message from Kim:

My Dearest Jeremy,

I’m sure that by now you have viewed the DVD I left for you. Undoubtedly, you are most likely in a state of shock about what actually happened last night. Please, please remember my goal in this research is manifold and complex. At this point I do not expect for you to fully understand or accept last night, but I will try to ease your mind by giving you some explanations and background from my side of things.

First, let me introduce you to the three lovely ladies that were my assistants:

Julie: She’s the brunette with the tattoo of a little windmill just above her ass crack. She’s 19 years old and comes from a rural Nebraska farming community. I’ll explain the tattoo another time.

Amber: She has the short cropped red hair and pierced nipple rings. She’s 18 years old and from Los Angeles.

Kara: The Platinum blonde. You may not be able to see on the DVD, but she has a small clit ring. She is 18 years old and from Las Vegas.

You will notice that every one of these fine young ladies, from their tits to their toes, have body types very similar to mine, plus their pussies were all shaved just as mine is. That was my doing. I needed girls that wouldn’t give away the fact that they were standing in for me as they worked you over. I hope you didn’t mind their doing that. So, you can understand then why they needed to be physically like my body.

I know each of these young ladies personally.

Prior Avrupalı porno to entering my advanced studies, while at my undergraduate school nearby, I worked part time as an exotic dancer. The girls on the DVD are from the club where I used to work. Two weeks ago, I put the word out to all my associates at the club that I needed 3 volunteers to assist me in a research project. Of course, I fully explained to them the exact nature of my research and what I needed them to do. It didn’t take much convincing before I had a large group of girls pleading with me to step up for the task, especially when I had presented to them the pics of your magnificent cock that I took at our first session!

Anyway, I finally selected three girls whom were the cream of the crop. They were only too happy to take turns in pleasuring you. I explained to them how it would all work. That they would start out slow and then work up to longer and more passionate stimuli; eventually giving you the two orgasms I promised you. It was kind of like a game for them. Each had equal time in taking turns with you. The game was similar to “Russian Roulette.” Only you would be the ultimate determiner as to which of them would be the lucky recipient of your “magic bullet” by having your loaded gun blast cum down their throat or cream into their pussy. As you can see on the DVD, Julie was the winner of the cum swallowing contest, and Amber got the walls of her pussy spray painted when your cock finally blasted away inside of her.

Now that you know them, they would love to have you really know them much better. I will not force you, but to give you a hint of the plan for our final session, Julie, Amber and Kara would each be the lucky recipient of one of the three orgasms planned for our third and final encounter. I do not want to spoil the build up to that encounter, so that’s all the details I can give you now.

If you still feel “up” to continuing this research, then a simple “YES” in response to this e-mail is all that is needed. Please, say nothing more than that at this time. We certainly will have all the time you feel you need or desire to debrief any aspect of this project after it is concluded. Any dialog at this point would be counterproductive to the research goals. If you respond in the affirmative, then the restrictions on further communications and your pleasuring yourself will still apply.

You will need to let me know within the next 24 hours.

Until then.

Love You, Kim.

Jeremy’s head was spinning. There was a war raging between his cognitive and cock-native thinking. So much to digest. So very much to decide. It was obvious that his cock was winning the argument. He seemed almost incapable to resist the chance at having another session with these stunning beauties. Kim’s proposal was titillating in every way.

“Double Damn!” He thought. “There’s no way anyone with one eye and half a brain would pass up a FUCK FEST like this!”

Jeremy reacted quickly and reflexively. He opened up his computer browser and typed the following e-mail response to Kim:

Kim,

YES, YES, YESSSSSSSSS!

Love, Jeremy

After closing his browser, Jeremy knew there was one more thing he absolutely must do before going to sleep. Tomorrow was another day that was given him to pleasure himself. No way was he going to miss out on that cock workout each and every day before their next encounter, especially while having the enjoyment of viewing that smoking hot DVD of those delectable sensual young ladies sucking and fucking him again, and again, and again! He put a discrete note on his phone day-planner as a conspicuous personal reminder to make special time each night just for doing that.

Jeremy then reflected on Kim’s reveal about the third research session. His mind was bustling with thoughts as he knew she had only given him a taste of what actually would happen. He wondered what would be on “The Menu” this time. Since her objectives from these last two encounters appeared to be a pattern of acceleration in the diversity and intensity of his sexual experiences, Jeremy got the distinct impression that this last session would be an event on such a grand scale that he would under no circumstances ever forget it. He had a fitful slumber all that night as countless scenarios with those delectable young girls spun through his head like sporadic jolts of electricity. His brain synapses were working on overtime forming new and vigorous pathways throughout his pleasure center. There was one constant with all this turmoil; the smile that seemed to be involuntarily and perpetually on his face from the anticipation of the licentious things to CUM!

Kim and the girls worked out the details of their plan over the next two weeks. It was all so very exciting for each of them as they looked forward to putting their strategy in “Motion.” Their goal for this concluding session was to give Jeremy the very best of their talents both individually and collectively.

Jeremy watched Video porno the DVD without fail every night. He ogled at how sexy each of the three girls were. It was as if he were a participant in the most erotic and magical dream ever. As he viewed what each of them had done to his cock, he had to pinch himself while watching just to ensure it wasn’t all some erogenous fantasy. There was plenty for him to salivate over.

He examined and re-examined every aspect of the three girls. Their pussies were all petite and hairless as Kim’s. He knew from the wonderful experience of having had the most delightful strawberry meal of Kim’s luscious little lips, that their hairless and silky cunts would be a king’s feast for sure. He also noticed each of them had smallish and pert titties that he longed to feel and suck. Their bodies were all similar to Kim’s in that they looked so very young. The three of them could easily get student discounted tickets at the movies if they had faked High School ID’s. It was a magnificent banquet of tender flesh!

Jeremy also observed that their bodies were unique in subtle ways too.

He noticed that Kara did indeed have a cute little black clit ring, and that her pussy mound was fuller than the others due to her larger outer lips. Her overall skin tone was much lighter than the rest of the girls and her dark chocolate areolas made for a striking contrast to her lighter color. Her platinum blonde hair was super straight and cut even to just below her jaw line. There was precision also in the cut of her bangs as they fell evenly across the upper border of her eyebrows.

Amber must have been a natural redhead because she had just a touch of the classic smattering of freckles on her cheeks (face and ass). Her pussy lips were bright pink as were her nipples. The silver rings in her nipples were intriguing to Jeremy. He wondered what it would be like to suck and nibble on them. Her hair was cropped in a short butch style; yet it was still a fiery red color even with its shortness.

Julie’s brunette hair was somewhat curly and full. She kept it shoulder length and the way that it framed her impish face gave her a dreamy country girl look. The windmill tattoo just above her ass crack seemed appropriate to her Nebraska roots. Jeremy still couldn’t fathom what its underlying connotation was, as alluded to, but unexplained by Kim in her email. “Another intrigue yet to be discovered,” he thought.

Jeremy was primed and ready as ever for their third session. Especially when it no longer was a secret to him who his pleasure givers would be. The days were not going fast enough. Even with daily masturbation, the relief to his wanton desires was minimal at best. His cock ached all day, every day. His mind had one tract only, and that was to lick, suck and fuck these girls nonstop until he passed out from exhaustion, and then do it all over again!

Kim’s methods were working as she had intended. She wanted to awaken the sleeping giant between his legs. It was now definitely wide awake, on steroids (testosterone mostly, mixed with epinephrine when in close quarters with female flesh) and insatiable with desire.

After a couple of weeks of torturous anticipation, Jeremy finally received the following e-mail from Kim:

Dearest Jeremy,

The time has come for us to get together again! I am so excited, I hope you are too. The girls and I have made great efforts to prepare for this final session to ensure that it will be well worth the wait you have endured. I am pleased that you responded in the affirmative for our research to continue and be majestically culminated as I hoped it would. I trust that you have been good in keeping to the conditions of only pleasuring yourself once each day. I’m sure by now you have probably worn out your DVD player! Lol.

It will be necessary for you to clear your schedule this Thursday for the entire day. You will need to be ready at 10 am that morning. I know that’s pretty short notice with today being Monday, but It’s the only day that will work for all of us.

There is an additional restriction you will need to comply with so that we may obtain the optimal result for this last event. That is: You must refrain from any form of masturbation for two days prior to the date of the planned session. This means no more touching yourself starting tomorrow! I know this will prove to be quite a challenge. But trust me; it will serve to multiply your pleasure immensely.

Also, please do as before and thoroughly bathe and groom yourself just prior to the planned meeting time. This includes touching up any shaving of your private parts so that they will be silky smooth for all of us to enjoy. Dress in some casual sweats and sandals. No underclothing allowed. Leave your door unlocked and just have a seat in your recliner as you wait for me.

That’s all for now! See you Thursday morning!

Love You, Kim

Jeremy reflected on the peculiar fact that for their meeting to be on a Thursday and for what appeared like it might be an all-day event, that the activities they had planned must be something very unusual. The suspense was almost unbearable.

He made a mental note to himself to ensure that his last jerk-off tonight would be a slow and deliberate process. He wanted to savor this last time and try to make it something that would keep him from going crazy for the next two abstaining days. Kim was in fact partially correct; over the past few weeks he was amazed that his DVD player and remote control hadn’t been worn out from all the playing, pausing and reversing commands he had made while watching the scorching sucking and fucking exploits directed to his cock.

Jeremy was wishing it was Thursday already. “Damn.” He hated the wait.

Two agonizing days later and he was up at the crack of dawn. No alarm clock needed! Jeremy spent several hours smooth shaving, bathing, and completing all of his other bathroom duties. Then, dressing in sweat pants and t-shirt, eating a light breakfast (nerves), and finally settling into a fidgety 30 minute recline on his chair.

Right on time at around 10 am, Kim walked through his door. He was set back when he saw that she was slovenly dressed in old sweat clothes. No sexy outfit today?

“HHmmmm?” Jeremy wondered why the seemingly reversal in her attire.

“Hi Lover!” Kim chirped with a cunning grin on her face.

“It’s that time! Now remember our restrictions about your complete and unwavering obedience and nonverbal communications unless specifically asked a question.” She asserted. “All of that begins now!”

“So, are you ready?” She queried.

“Yes Mam!” Jeremy snapped back with abundant enthusiasm in his voice.

“Okay!” Kim then directed: “We are going for a little ride in my car for about 40 minutes, so put your sandals on, get your keys and lock the door on our way out.”

Jeremy soared out of his chair and grabbed his keys in response; making a bee-line for the door.

“Let’s hit it Mister!” she barked as they walked quickly to her car.

Kim got in the driver’s seat and Jeremy understood he was to be the cargo as he got in on the passenger side. Once they were in and buckled up, Kim gave him further instructions.

“Open the glove box.”

He did.

“In there you will see our favorite prop that you have CUM to know well.”

Right away Jeremy spotted his familiar and trusty blindfold.

“Recline your seat all the way back as if you were attempting to take a little nap, then put on the blindfold.” She decreed, and he quickly complied. “Make sure it’s secured on tight so that you can’t peek out anywhere!”

Kim was enjoying every minute of this. She recognized that the mind games with Jeremy were just beginning and that there were considerably more in store. If he only knew! As the day played out, he would eventually know. Kim could hardly contain her enthusiasm.

Kim began driving.

As soon as the car started rolling, Jeremy heard music come on the car’s sound system at a volume level ample enough to drown out most of the car and road noises. That wasn’t what bothered him. The killer was that it was bland elevator type music. “YUCK!” he thought. “What the Fuck is up with this crap?”

Kim on the other hand knew her attire and the music would seriously frustrate him. The purpose was to make it so that when the fun really began, its contrast to the present doldrums would drive a home run out of the park with his sensory systems. She was all about the bottom line; what the final outcome would or was desired to be, that was her focus.

The music was so “uninteresting” that Jeremy did actually nod off within the first ten minutes of the drive. The next thing he remembered was Kim poking his arm to wake him up.

“Hmmm, Whaaat?” He mumbled as he stirred from his boredom induced slumber.

“We are at our destination, so it’s time to wake up sleepy-head.” Kim informed him.

“Leave the blindfold on for now. I will help you out of the car and to our next location” She did just that; leading Jeremy into the doorway of a building. “Take my arm and walk slowly. I don’t want you to trip and fall.” With that she directed him through a few corridors and eventually into a large room. Kim sat him down into a plush office type chair that rolled easily on castors but it was without any arm rests.

“Let your arms hang down!” She ordered.

Jeremy felt the familiar clinking of handcuffs being placed on each of his hands. A rope was placed running under the chair seat securing the two sets of cuffs to each other. Jeremy was all too acquainted with this form of restraint. The next thing he felt were several sets of hands tugging on his sweat pants. The pants were slowly inched down and then finally removed leaving him naked from the waist down. He heard several muted “Ooooh’s and Ahhhhh’s” as his semi-rigid cock was apparently being scrutinized when it came free from under his clothing.

The chair was then moved a little distance to relocate him. He felt something solid come into contact across his chest. It remained there giving only light pressure to his body. This was intriguing. He wanted to know where he was and why all the stealthy maneuvers to bring him here.

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Trish, Diane and I fucked our little hearts out. I soon had Trish’s tight pussy stretched slightly so it didn’t chafe my cock quite so much. Either Diane or I licking her sweet pussy and getting her juices flowing helped also. With my beautiful wife watching, or participating I managed to fuck our beautiful neighbor in almost all the positions possible. I also loved to watch the two make love. They bought several toys and used them to make love to each other. I watched, or used the camcorder to photograph the two. We made some very interesting tapes.

Then finally it happened. Diane invited Joanne down for a week. Joanne accepted the invitation as her husband was going to take the kids to Disneyland, somewhere Joanne didn’t really want to go. Trish, Diane and I sat up several nights talking about Joanne and how to bring Trish into the lovemaking, as well as yours truly.

Diane and I picked up Joanne at the airport. We hugged, and I gave her a brief brotherly kiss on the lips. Her body pressed briefly against mine and I felt her firm breasts against my chest. That made my manhood twitch. Her hips didn’t make contact with mine. Diane got just a little longer kiss from her. Their bodies press full length against each other. I saw Diane’s jaw drop just slightly and knew her tongue had slipped out to caress Joanne’s lips fleetingly. I would have never noticed that before. She was lovely as always. She had lost a little weight since the last time I’d seen her. She’s tall and slender, with small pointed breasts. She was wearing a dress that accentuated her slender build, and was low cut enough to expose the slopes of her breasts. Tasteful, and tasty, I noted.

She had Diane and I both getting excited, just having her between us in the car. We got tantalizing glimpses of her small perfect breasts as she talked and moved her arms talking. Her dress rode up a little exposing her long shapely legs. My cock got annoyingly stiff, and I couldn’t adjust it with her beside me. If she noticed our arousal, she gave no indication. Diane’s hand stroked the skin of her bare neck. I think that got her a little excited. She laid her hand on Diane’s thigh and moved it slightly from time to time as she talked. Nothing overt between two women, if you didn’t know they had been intimate together.

We made her comfortable in the guest bedroom, and Diane helped her unpack. I left the two together and went down the hall, to our bedroom. The two TV sets were already on and I quickly changed the channels. I had bought two of the new tiny TV cameras and placed one hidden in the spine of a book in the shelf looking slightly down on the bed from the side. The other was in the lamp over the bed looking straight down. Now in beautiful color, Diane and Joanne stood hugging each other and kissing.

“God, I’ve missed you.” Joanne sighed. I could even hear them kissing softly, and the rustle of clothes. Damn the camera and sound system was good.

“Oh me too, you lovely woman.” Diane cooed. “Your body feels so good against me. You drove me crazy in the car. I wanted your hand in my pussy. I wanted to put my hand into your dress and touch your beautiful breasts. Now I can. Oh, your skin is so soft and smooth. Your nipple is hard as can be. I want to kiss it.”

“Won’t Don hear us?” Joanne asked hesitantly.

“No, he’s probably wrapped up watching some dumb TV show. Besides, I locked the door. He doesn’t suspect a thing. I’m just your loving sister-in-law, helping you unpack your things.”

“I want to take a quick shower. I feel grungy from the trip. I want my pussy to be clean and fresh when you slip that talented tongue of yours in it. I’ll only be a minute.” Joanne said taking off her blouse.

Diane took off her blouse and laid it on the bed. “Hurry Darling, I’m going to get undressed and wait for you naked. Maybe that will hurry your shower up! But wash your sweet pussy and ass good. I want to really eat you. I’ll be right here stroking my clit and getting it ready for you.” She undressed slowly, doing a little strip tease for me, holding her breasts and offering them to me as I watched. She lay on the bed naked and spread her thighs wide. She really did stroke her clit slowly. She closed her eyes and was really getting with it, when Joanne came into the room brethtakingly naked.

God, she was beautiful. The years had added to her beauty. She was now a mature woman, with a gorgeous figure. She stood and looked at Diane then fondled her breasts and pulled at her nipples hardening them. “It’s been so long since we’ve made love. My breasts have swollen just thinking about it. My clit has been tingling all day. My panties were simply drenched. I’m surprised that my dress wasn’t wet in back. I almost came in the shower washing my pussy and ass. My clit is hard as can be. Did you miss me, Diane?” Her breasts were magnificent, small perfectly shaped rounded cones, the areolas very puffy and swollen. They looked like 16-year-olds breasts with no sag at all. The nipples seemed to stick out a half inch. Her Uzun porno belly was rounded, and below she had trimmed her bush to a neat perfect heart above her pussy. Below she was clean-shaven. Her thighs are long and shapely. She leaned over the bed and kissed Diane’s stomach, then got into bed with her. They rolled together, thighs and legs twining.

“Are you sure Don won’t come in here?” Joanne asked again.

“Positive, I locked the door.” Diane said kissing her. She had locked the door, but I wasn’t about to come in anyway. I could watch them on the TV, beside that, I had a VCR taping each camera.

For the next half-hour I watched the two beautiful women make passionate love. I sat and slowly stroked my cock while I watched. Damn they were really going after each other. I resisted the temptation to cum. I wanted to save myself for later. They were relatively quiet in lovemaking as I was in the house, but their moans and sobs came out loud and clear over the TV. I could ever near the little sucking sounds their lips made, and the squishing sounds as fingers slid in and out of pussies. I marveled at the fidelity of the tiny cameras. They went into a 69 and got each other off for one final orgasm. They pulled apart and got up. Joanne went to wash the pussy juices off her body again. Diane slipped her clothes on, and said she’d see Joanne downstairs, she had to wash up a little. They kissed and Diane came down to our bedroom.

She grinned when she saw my cock out hard and red from my stroking it. Without a word, she pulled her panties off and came over and straddled me, she grabbed my cock, wet with my precum and guided it to her pussy. She sank down and I slid all the way into her sopping pussy. It felt so wonderful enveloping m cock as she slid smoothly down.

“Your beautiful sister’s tongue was just inside my pussy. Now I have your fat, long cock in it.” She thrust her tongue inside my mouth. I could smell Joanne’s pussy juice on her face. She mashed her mouth to mine. “I just had my tongue inside her pussy and her pussy juice is all over my face. Lick your sister’s pussy juice off your wife’s lips while you fuck me.”

I didn’t have to be encouraged, I was on fire from watching the two make love. I licked her lips and thrust my tongue into her mouth and sucked her tongue while I thrust my hips up hard against her pussy. She had her feet on either side of me and lifted her ass as I thrust in and out. She was on fire and so was I. Her pussy muscles squeezed my cock as she rode me, and the exotic smell and taste of my sister’s pussy on her face made me explode in record time. She came with me and we had to make a real effort not to scream out as we came.

We went into the bathroom and cleaned up quickly then she went downstairs. Joanne was already down there. I came down a little later saying I’d taken a nap. I had a hard time keeping my cock from bulging out as I looked at Joanne and thought about her licking my wife’s pussy. She had lost some weight and looked very good. The thin top she wore showed off her nice tits and the nipples were visible. She’d slipped into some tight fitting shorts that really set off her long shapely legs and magnificent ass. I complemented her on her figure. My mouth watered at the sight of those beautiful tits. She just as well might have been nude up top. I tried not to stare at them. I’d just seen them in living color, while Diane sucked and licked them to hard erect points. I could see I was going to have a hard time of it while she was visiting. I hoped I would get to fuck her lovely body.

After dinner we talked a lot, catching up. Bedtime came and I went up first, leaving the girls alone for a while. Diane had told me she wouldn’t make love to Joanne downstairs, so I went into the bedroom and turned on both TV’s and cameras. A few minutes later they came up stairs and Joanne went into her bedroom. Diane came into ours and told me she was going to make love to Joanne again. They’d kissed and gotten hot downstairs but she’d told her she wanted to make sure I was in bed asleep before she came back into her bedroom. She brushed her teeth, slipped into a sexy negligée, dabbed a bit of perfume on, kissed me and told me to just watch her.

I watched as the door opened and Diane went into Joanne’s bedroom. Joanne had already put on her nightgown and was lying on the bed waiting. Diane locked the door behind her, and told her that I was sound asleep, and she had taken the precaution of closing our bedroom door also that they had as long as they wanted to make love.

The two lovely women lay down and resumed their kisses and caresses. Joanne was the aggressor this time and quickly slipped Diane’s gown off as well as her own. Diane had made sure they lights were on, but softly so I could see every detail of the lovemaking. She told Joanne she wanted to see every lovely detail of her body.

Joanne moved over Diane and kissed her breasts and licked her body for a long time before she moved down to her Öğrenci porno spread pussy. Diane slid her thighs apart, and brought her thighs up to her breasts giving her lover her wet love nest.

“God, I’ve missed you. It’s been so long since I was able to make love to this sweet juicy pussy of yours.” Joanne cooed, punctuating her words with kisses, and licks.

“Ohhh, Baby, that’s sooo good. I love your mouth on my pussy. You are such a good lover. Yes, suck my clit. It’s so hard and aches. Suck it harder. Yes, like that. Mnnn, you must have been practicing. Have you?” Diane asked breathlessly.

“Yes, I’ve been practicing on a lovely young thing. She’s Becky’s best friend. She’s wild and I’m teaching her all sorts of nasty things to do to my pussy. Her pussy is so tender and sweet. I wished you could have been there.” Joanne said between long pauses to kiss and suck my lovely wife’s pussy. Becky is her lovely daughter.

“Ohhh, yes, Lover. Oh shit, suck my clit harder. I’m coming, I’m coming. Ohhhhh, yes!” Diane cried out. I had my cock in hand and lay naked watching, stroking it softly. Diane writhed on the bed as my sister ate her to a long and vocal climax. She lay there panting for a while then moved up beside her. “Damn, you are good. I love having you eat my pussy. Oh, Baby, I’ve missed you.”

They kissed for a while and Diane stroked her body slowly. “Have you been practicing too?” Joanne asked.

“Mnnn, yes. Trish, the gal next door is beyond belief. She’s sexy as hell. Don would love to fuck her. She comes over a lot and I go over to her house too. The other day while Don was mowing the lawn, she came over and we made love in the kitchen on the counter while he was outside mowing. He’d love to have come in and found us making it together. He’d have wanted to join in.” They laughed.

“We’ll have to have her over and have a three-way. You’ll love her, literally. She’s a very good lover, too. God, she’s sexy. But enough about her. I want to eat your sweet juicy pussy. I hope you put out as much love juice as you did the last time I made love to you.” Diane said moving down to kiss Joanne’s small lovely breasts.

I watched as she sucked and tongued them. She moved slowly down, kissing every inch of her body till her face was buried in my sister’s sexy pussy. I wished the cameras had a zoom so I could really get a close look at her red, wet flesh. I watched the two TV’s as Diane’s tongue slid into her pussy, licking up her juices. She slid two fingers up inside Joanne and I could tell from the position of her hand that she was stroking and rubbing her g-spot. Joanne cried out and moaned, thrusting her hips upward.

“Ohhh, yes, there. If you keep that up, you’ll get a mouth full of my pussy juices. It makes me gush out my juices. Ohhh, shit, rub my clit. Oh Sweetheart, I’m going to cum. Rub my spot, just a little harder. Oh yes, I’m going to cum. Now. Now!” Joanne cried out her voice quavering with passion. Her hips shot upward and Diane’s mouth moved down to her pussy, opening wide. She kept her mouth several inches from Joanne’s open spread pussy. I wondered why, till Joanne cried out in ecstasy and I saw a stream of her pussy juice shoot out into the waiting mouth of my wife, while her finger stroked her clit outside, and her g-spot inside.

I had never seen anything like it except in a porn movie. Her juices pumped out in one spurt then another. I cried out as my hand flew over my rock hard cock and I shot my own juices out to fly almost up to my shoulder. I’d never seen it live, and it was my wife and my sister, making love. My cock shot load after load of my hot sperm out till I fell back spent. Joanne back, thighs spread while Diane stroked her thighs and slowly licked her thighs and open pussy. Finally she moves up beside her and they lay kissing and holding each other.

“I’m glad Don is asleep. I’m glad you closed your bedroom door too. We did make a lot of noise. I’d hate for him to come out and hear us making love. But, I couldn’t help it. You are really a good lover.” Joanne said kissing Diane.

“Yeah, he would probably want to come in here and join us.” Diane said laughing. “I’ll bet he has wanted to make love to you. Most brothers want to fuck their sisters, and you are one good-looking sister. Did you ever want to make love to him?”

“Yeah, I guess I probably did. He is good looking and was a sexy stud when he was growing up. He let me see his big cock several times – ‘accidentally’ on purpose. Of course I teased him too. I’d let him get a peek at my tits or ass, just by accident. I even let him have a good shot of my pussy a couple of times when I was really horny. Then I’d bring myself off wondering what he’d do! . He was probably beating off too. I’ll bet that set him on fire.

“But that’s as far as it ever went. We both knew it was a game. That rat bastard would slip my soiled panties out of the laundry basket, and masturbate with them around his cock. I’d find them in the laundry basket later, when I’d run short and find dried cum on them. I never did call him on it. Mom would have had his hide if she’d ever found out he did it.” Joanne laughed.

“Yep, that sounds like the horny bastard. Did you ever dream he was making love to you? I dreamed my brother and I made love any number of times.” Diane asked. She was leading Joanne on, feeling her out. Damn she was good! She knew I was listening.

“Oh yeah. I dreamed it a lot, while we were living at home. I guess it was a hormonal thing then, but the strange thing is, I still dream about it. Sometimes I wake up, and it’s seems so real. I dream we’ve made love, and I can feel him deep inside me, pumping away, and I’m about to cum. I wake up absolutely wet and really horny. I either have to bring myself off, or wake Jim up. He loves it when I go down on him, get him hard, and then have him fuck me in the middle of the night, for no seeming reason. I have to lie about what got me so hot. . “Shit. This is getting out of hand! Maybe it’s because you are so close to me, and I’m hot and bothered. We need to make love one more time. I want to do another 69 with you. I love to make love to another women that way. It feels so good.” Joanne said pulling Diane to her again.

Damn, so she dreamed of me and it got her really hot. My own sister! Well, I’d dreamed of her often enough and it really got me horny too. The dream was a reoccurring one, where I remember making love to her in the past dreams. It did seem so real. I stroked my cock faster watching the two moving into a 69 again.

Diane was on the bottom this time and I saw her reach under the pillow and bring out a large thick dildo. Joanne didn’t see it. The two licked and sucked each other’s spread pussies till they were moaning and threshing around. Diane took the dildo and quickly wet the end with her mouth before she placed it against Joanne’s spread, wet pussy. Joanne’s head came up a moment as it slid against her pussy.

“On, you devil. God, that feels huge. Go ahead, Lover. Slip it inside me. It’s like Jim is in the room with us and he’s going to fuck me while we make love. I’ve always fantasized about that, having a three-way with Jim and you. God, he’d love it. Slide it in. Ohhh, that’s really big. I wish Jim was that big and thick.” Joanne whispered then resumed her oral tribute to Diane’s wonderful pussy.

Diane slid the dildo, which incidentally is exactly the size and length of my cock, into my sister’s pussy. She was careful to move it slowly up inside her. Joanne moaned and pressed her hips backward. Her head came up a moment.

“Ohhh, that’s so long and thick. It really fills my pussy up so well. Lick my clit, that’s heavenly, feeling it sliding in and out.” She moaned as her head went back down against Diane’s wet pussy. Diane continued to lick her clit and pump the dildo inside her picking up the pace. Joanne was the first to climax and the dildo pumped in and out almost a blur as Joanne fucked her with it and licked her clit. Joanne writhed and bucked and cried out her ecstasy against Diane’s pussy. Her screams filled the room. I wondered if I could have heard them if the sound hadn’t been on. She went limp and Diane didn’t pull the dildo out. Joanne recovered and licked and sucked my lovely wife to a screaming climax too. Joanne fell on her side and lay there panting. Diane moved up beside her.

Diane reached down and pulled the thick dildo out of Joanne’s pussy slowly. She moaned as is slipped out. “Mnnn, that’s a wonderful cock. I like it.” She cooed.

“I’m glad you like it. Don gave it to me to keep me company when he’s gone. It’s almost an exact replica of his cock, same length, same thickness.” She said grinning at Joanne. She took it and put it to her lips and slid her mouth over the end and slid it down her throat. She pulled it out. “I love the taste of your pussy juices on it. Don would love to have his cock in your sweet pussy, I’ll bet. Think how his thick, long, hot cock would feel inside you, pumping in and out, so long and hard.”

Joanne watched fascinated as my wife slid it deeper down her throat this time. It had taken several years, but she had been determined when we married, to be able to deep throat me. I was more than willing for her to try, and she was persistent, till one wonderful night, she was finally able to slide all of my cock down her throat. As my beautiful sister watched fascinated, my wife slid the pussy slick dildo slowly down her throat till her lips touched the round scrotum at the bottom. She pumped it in and out several times before she came up for breath.

“God, I’ve never seen anything like that before, and I’ve seen “Deep Throat” several times. Is that the truth? Is Don’s cock really that long and thick?” She said reaching out and fondling it. She ran her hand up and down its length. I saw Diane’s eyes move upward to where she knew the overhead camera was and wink at me.

“It sure is. Of course he can’t last all night every night like this can. This baby never gets tired, is always hard and ready. Doesn’t need any sleep, and always ready for pussy. I’ll guarantee that! Don is only good for three or four cums a night. He does need a day or two off once in a while.” She laughed.

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You probably won’t agree with what I did. I don’t like that I did it but it happened and that’s as real as I can be. We all make mistakes and I considered not telling the second half of this chapter but that would be lying. I know that many people will have opinions but know that I still feel awful. Don’t judge me too harshly. All the love, Artie.

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It was a week of not leaving dorm except for class and even then it was a toss up. I was the king of not going to class before 10:30 even though my classes started at 9:15. It was a week of subsisting on Froot Loops and Cheez-Its mixed together. It’s delicious, really the saltiness mixed with the saccharine taste. Still, I didn’t usually allow myself artificial foods. I didn’t sleep and thus was more productive than I had been in weeks—hell months. Pages flew by me. My school work was done and writing was my only refuge. I threw myself into my work so I wouldn’t have to think.

I had turned off my phone, scaring my mother when she couldn’t reach me easily. My mother always did have the tendency to hover over me. But I wasn’t about to talk to her. She would have picked up on my melancholy and I wasn’t going to tell her about Ian, about my idiotic expectations.

I was truly alone for an entire week and though I spent most of freshman year that way, having friends and then feeling alone was devastating. I knew this was self-imposed, but I needed time away from the Lambda guys. I didn’t want to see Ian because I didn’t know if I would be angry or try to seduce him away and I didn’t want to see anyone else either.

I made it all the way to Thursday evening before there was a knock on my door. Drew barged in moments after I opened the door. He shoved me toward the bathroom and demanded, “Shower and get dressed.” Fucking fine. I didn’t look into the mirror, I knew I would find my eyes sunken and in the midst of deep purple bruises. That wasn’t Ian’s fault, that was just my own insomnia. My brain just hates letting me sleep, always had. Plus, I was always more creative late at night which led to self-imposed abstaining from sleep.

I dutifully scrubbed myself down and threw on clothing before presenting myself to Drew. I seemed to pass inspection.

“Where’s your phone?” He asked.

It was on my desk and off. He didn’t need to know that I had shut down Imessage on my laptop and turned off notifications on Facebook. I wanted to wallow in feeling betrayed despite having no reason to. We weren’t a couple. I had no right to feel jealous and angry. But I did.

Turning my phone on was a revelation. I had gotten 15 texts from Drew alone, growing less frantic and angrier. Most of my pledge class had reached out to hang or something. I had a few texts from Sean, surprising but flattering. I felt like a dick for not talking to him, in class I had only said a few words. The most surprising were the 7 texts from Ian. I didn’t open them.

I held my phone up for Drew, “Got it, now what?”

“Now, we go to the bar.”

“I have class tomorrow; it’s a Thursday.”

Drew laughed off my concerns, “C’mon Thirsty Thursday! Live a little, Artie. So you might be a little hung over tomorrow. At least you’ll sleep a drunken blissful night tonight.” While sleep sounded good, I’m sure my doctor wouldn’t be down for me self-medicating.

“You know I’m twenty right?

Drew ushered me out the door, “Yes. But Emily bartends so it’s not like you won’t get served.”

I shrugged and let him lead me. April in Boston is still fucking confusing. One day it’s highs in the 80’s and the next it snows. No way to plan an outfit. Nevertheless, we were having one of those highs in the 80’s moments and the streets were packed with students, residents, and tourists out for a good time. Drew strode through the crowds easily and I followed in his wake.

The section of Commonwealth Ave. where I live is known for two things: tattoo parlors and bars. They frequently had the same clientele. Drew issued instructions out of the side of his mouth as we approached The Dugout Café, “If another bartender asks to see your ID just motion Emily over. All the bartenders do it for show but they know the deal. The most important thing is that the place makes money.”

I had never bothered to get a fake ID. I had nearly 25 brothers of age who were totally willing to buy for me if I wanted but the parties had booze for free. Having a fake in Boston was just asking to get written up. Most big clubs and bars had box scanners that wouldn’t be fooled by even the best fake. You had to go to a shitty dive if you wanted a fake to fly.

Literally underground, I stepped into an already lively bar despite the sun still being pretty high in the sky and it being a weekday. It was also the biggest dive bar ever; sports memorabilia was affixed to the walls and the darkness made it tough to see. I wished I could see though, the whole place stunk of stale beer and I could feel the tread of my shoes sticking to the ground.

The bar was dingy Avrupalı porno and the people there were too, already piss drunk and unapologetic about it. Crowding the bar were rough and tumble men, the kind that I find the most annoying and the ones trying to hit on Emily. I’ve never been a protective, caveman style guy but seeing Emily, so pretty and petite, having to ward off the advances of huge guys pissed me off. Drew was calm just pushing elbows and man-spreaded knees to the side to make room for me and him. Emily gave a dazzling smile before asking us both for ID.

Dutifully I gave up my ID which clearly proclaimed me to have 8 months before being legal. She made a show of scanning it before thrusting it back with a cheery, “What can I get you?”

“I’ll have a rum and coke and Artie will have a vodka Redbull,” Drew said confidently. That drink wasn’t something I had often. Drew shrugged at my questioning glance, “You want to get drunk? That’s the best thing for it. Can’t order you a Long Island Iced Tea here but this will do.”

I merely shrugged and accepted his wisdom. We had clearly cut in the line for drinks with meatheads looking for pitchers to be refilled. Perks of knowing the bartender. Emily slid me my drink with a sympathetic, “So… how are you doing?”

Jesus. Was I that pathetic? Yes. I had spent a fucking week alone sad that the biggest fucker on campus didn’t want to stick with me despite the preponderance of evidence he would definitely be fucking other people.

Taking a large swig of my drink I answered, “I’m doing great.”

She smiled sadly, “It’s just he needed to be touched. He’s weird that way. Never feels complete without it.”

Her words confused me and I doubted that they were true. Ian never seemed hungry for attention. He was effortlessly cool and due to that girls swarmed to him.

I nodded slightly and I thought I pulled off totally well adjusted man and Emily gave a bolstering smile before moving to continue serving.

Drew and I sat at the bar stools, each taking uncomfortable swallows. Drew and I weren’t very close. He wasn’t my big, or my friend but I appreciated him looking out for me as both my brother and the president. I was down for our drinking session but three drinks in Drew cleared his throat.

“Look man, I know Ian can be a dick—”

“Drew,” I cut him off, “It’s all good. I wasn’t expecting anything and I’m not hurt. I just don’t want to talk about it.”

He looked like I had removed a thousand pounds from his shoulders. Clearly making excuses for his man whore of a best friend wasn’t in Drew’s wheelhouse. “Wanna get shitfaced?”

I almost laughed and didn’t bothering answering instead asking Emily to bring us another round.

Seven rounds in I was feeling good, the Redbull was keeping me up and awake. I didn’t feel drunk—I felt alive. Emily had stopped pretending to work and was far busier talking to Drew than getting some ‘roided up asshole another pitcher of BudLight. Watching Drew and Emily both lean over the sticky counter top to be close together even as they just talked was sickening—horrifically cute—but still sickening. As Drew brushed his lips over her cheek, I had a pang deep in my stomach. My drunk brain rebelled, that’s what I wanted. But my mental state didn’t call for sentimentality nor passion nor love nor romance. It wanted to fuck.

A drunken glance around the bar revealed no one that interested me. My rolodex started in my brain of who I could call. I threw away the first thought, no drunk texts to Ian. I scrolled through my phone and alighted on the unread messages from Sean.

Perfect. My hands were all thumbs as I typed out a message reading over it several times to check for coherency before pressing send. Just then Drew nudged me and handed me a tequila shot. The salt and lime did nothing to combat the bitterness of the bottom shelf liquor.

Ashamedly, I had forgotten my text when I felt Sean’s fingers tap my shoulder. Inebriated this was divine intervention bringing a hot, willing boy to me in my time of need and not the text I sent: MIssing You. Cum to Dugout?

I’m still ashamed that I decided to spell come: cum. I’m even more ashamed that Sean showed up but at least he knew what he was getting into.

His hair gleamed under the overhead lighting, crowning him in an ethereal halo as I stepped up and hugged him. He didn’t seem to flinch at my obvious intoxication and took the shot handed to him with ease.

Drew slid off his barstool looking at me with confusion as my arm slipped around Sean’s shoulder. I nodded at him, yes we were going to fuck tonight. Don’t cock block. The men of Lambda are excellent at fostering fucking. Drew got the hell out of the way, sliding down to the other end of the bar where he could continue to flirt with and entertain Emily.

For the first time I got a good look at Sean’s eyes, they were blurry and bloodshot. He was also clearly celebrating the weekend early. I wondered Video porno if he would be going to class at 9:15 the next morning. With a small smirk I wondered if we would still be together and decide to ditch it.

“I’m glad you texted me.” Sean yelled above the roar of the crowd. It was almost a reproach. Even drunk I could get the subtext, he wanted to know why I hadn’t texted or called him in the month I’d been fucking Ian.

“Sorry Sean, midterm season you know? I’ve gotta get my grades up if I want to get into a good MFA program.” That was bullshit. My grades were immaculate.

He nodded like he knew the struggle. Judging from the essays I helped him edit, he probably did though grad school wasn’t in his future.

His hand snuck up my thigh, “I’m really happy you texted me though.” His fingers brushed my cock through my pants. Well, I signaled to Emily that I was going to be closing my tab, we were all on the same page. Sean’s fingers danced around my cock as he finished his drink and then swooped down to my lips. It was a brief kiss, but hot. I wondered why I hadn’t called him.

I paid and grabbed his hand ready to make up for lost time. Sean followed close behind me. With a quick nod to Drew, we escaped out into the night.

I did something I had never done before. I exiled my roommate and it fucking rocked. I had the foresight to shoot him a text before I toted Sean home with me. Sean was making it hard to walk, his lips finding my neck. I wondered what we looked like, the tall incredibly blond boy leaning down to make out with my neck while my arm was snug around him trying to lead him toward my apartment.

There was something about him that was so enticing. He was tall far taller than me, and his body was like a whip cord and his hair made him a seraph. The whole angelic look was pretty ruined by his eyes that found mine and begged to fuck.

We were barely inside the door of my apartment when Sean had my shirt off. His eyes darkened as they took in my body. I flushed feeling slightly embarrassed by the perusal until he tilted my chin up to lay a passionate kiss against my lips. His fingers trailed up my body slowly, wandering around my chest.

His lips tasted like whiskey, smoky and sweet. For not the first time, I wished I was taller. I couldn’t tangle my hands as easily in his hair so I went under, my hands finding the corded muscle of his back. I wanted his shirt gone but when he pushed me away from him he batted my hands away from the buttons.

He kissed me briefly, “All I can think about is you blowing me… and me not returning the favor. Time to even the score. He pulled me over to my couch. He found the clasp to my belt and slipped it off me all the while kissing my chest and neck. I was glad my pants were coming off because I was going to burst out of them any moment now.

He unzipped me teasingly, taking forever. He didn’t shove my pants down, instead slipping his hand underneath my boxer briefs to find my cock. His hand found the slight stickiness around the head, evidence of my excitement. His fingers curved around my shaft lightly. I tried bucking into his hand to get more friction but he evaded me with a chuckle.

He heard my groan at the light pressure and tickled the end, right below my slit. Fuck it, I would beg if necessary, “C’mon Sean. Please?”

Sean loomed over me and I stretched to kiss him trying to convince him with every slip of my tongue to do anything but keep teasing me.

He broke away smiling and slid to his knees. Slowly he dragged my pants and boxer briefs down letting my cock bounce back up and leave a sticky patch in my happy trail.

He might have been teasing me before but Sean was no longer out to mess with me. His finger trailed up my spread thighs as he pushed me down so that I was sitting with my legs spread wide. My roommate would kill me if he saw what I was doing to his couch. Fuck him, he was a terrible person.

Sean knelt between my thighs his breath hovering over the head of my cock and internally I begged him to do anything. He seemed to hear my plea because he ran the flat of his tongue up the of the side of my dick. Fuck. My eyes fell closed as warmth encased my cock. Sean was a fucking pro. Just like no one would be able to miss that he was gay, no one who was treated to one of his blow jobs would think he was in any way new to this. His tongue tickled up the underside of my cock and I could feel my balls getting heavier.

His mouth was pure beautiful heat and suction as he sucked lightly then with more vigor, thrusting my shaft deep into his throat. I could feel my orgasm building and I reached my hands up to my nipples twisting them and flicking them.

My balls started to draw up and Sean jumped into action. I whimpered when the suction went away. Sean pushed my legs further apart and up toward my shoulders exposing my hole and dove in. His hand curled around my shaft using his spit and my pre-cum as lube to stroke quickly. I was in a sea of sensation. His clever tongue circled the sensitive nerves and slowly breached inside.

I gasped and instinctively my hands came to rest in his hair. The primal side of my brain wanted to push him deeper to take the pleasure being offered. I held back because of his enthusiasm to drive me wild. Quickly he was fucking me with his mouth and I was moments from shooting.

“God. Fuck. Sean fuck me now please.” I could barely cobble together words.

Sean pulled away, his eyes pure black. “Lube?”

“Bedroom.” I leapt up dashing ahead to get the lube as Sean stalked after me slowly. I had the small tube out of my bedside table when Sean wasn’t even to my doorway yet. I could have felt embarrassed that I was naked when he was fully clothed but I didn’t. I couldn’t when his eyes devoured me. He stared deep into my soul as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it on the ground beside him. Sean could have stripped for a living, all that was missing was some music but I would have paid him to move faster. He didn’t need to turn me on more. I was already going to burst if he didn’t get in me.

He unsnapped his tight jeans and murmured, “Touch yourself. Get yourself ready for me.”

For fucks sake, when did he get so dominating. Not that I was complaining in the least as I squeezed out some lube on my fingers and started to tease my own hole. My cheeks burned as he watched me. As his jeans hit the floor, I pushed one finger in, slowly stretching myself out wishing it was him. His cock looked bigger than I had remembered. The tent pushed out obscenely in his flamboyantly colored briefs. I caught the name across the waistband: Andrew Christian. Bougie bitch.

He waited until I was fucking myself with two fingers, twisting and stretching myself open for him before his underwear touched the ground. He still didn’t approach the bed, twisting his fist around his cock.

He bent slightly to retrieve a foil packet from his pants. Ripping it open with his teeth, I went into hyper drive. I was through with the preliminaries. I needed him: now.

I flipped over onto my hands and knees and arched my back. I knew what a wanton, slutty picture I made. I heard his slight gasp and then him approaching. The bed jostled slightly but he settled into the cleft of my ass. His pulsing hardness burned against my ass and I arched even more proving myself ready for him.

Sean reached over and grabbed the lube spreading a little over his cockhead before grabbing hold of my hips. I could feel him poised at my entrance, there was a moment of him rubbing his cock over that bundle of nerves on the outside before he began pressing in. He didn’t stop. In one long sinuous glide he seated himself fully in me. A low keening whine burst from my chest as he spread me open.

I didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t want to compare their dicks. But my mind couldn’t help it. One was thicker, the other longer. Sean drawing out and then easing back in brought me out of those thoughts. Sean leaned forward fractionally and then thrust in hard. A wild “oof” sprang out of me unbidden as his cock hit my spot perfectly.

“There you are.” Sean whispered as he started a brutal pace that had me biting down on a pillow to keep from yelling out my ecstasy so loudly that my neighbors would complain.

My hand came down to my cock, jerking myself wildly. I was on the precipice of pleasure and pain. Sean’s hips shot forward and then dragged out slowly, running over every nerve.

“Come for me Artie. Come now.”

I couldn’t resist him. I had been on edge for what felt like hours. I shot my load into my hand as Sean let out a masculine groan. He didn’t immediately pull out, just rolling us to the side so that we spooned. I could feel the sweat from his chest on my back. I merely curled up deeper into his embrace.

I woke up to rustling, “Whazz happenin’?”

The room was dark and the fuzziness in my head could have been due to an impending hangover or the sleep that I had blissfully been in. I could barely make out the figure but the slight throb of my hole reminded me.

Sean spoke quietly, “I’ve gotta go. Early class tomorrow—well, today.”

“I know. We’re both in it.”

“Nah, I’ve got an 8 am.”

I leaned up on my elbows, “Okay.” Sean seemed to think I was distressed by him leaving. He leaned down and kissed me softly, which was nice, but I wasn’t after him staying. I just thought it was pretty reckless to drink a load before having an 8 am. But then again I wasn’t about to chastise him for his choices. “Want to come to a party with me tonight?” The question sprung out of nowhere and I was slightly irritated with myself.

I breathed out a sigh of relief when he said, “I’ve got to work tonight, sorry.” I waved away his apology and watched as he went.

I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea, that I wanted more than sex. He seemed on board and if I was being really honest with myself the sex was really good.

I fell back asleep reveling in the feeling of being well fucked and having my entire bed to myself again. I might have not been the most romantic but the twin xl beds that college students sleep on are not designed for sleep overs.

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From a Jack to a King, but if he’s the Knave
she must be the Queen of cocks…

‘She never wears panties y’know’ says Dean. ‘She likes to make it easy for straying hands. Shall I demonstrate?’

His hand goes teasingly to my lap. Dave smiles as Dean begins to inch the hemline slowly up. I tense a little, surely he’s not going any further? Not here in the Bar alcove with the mock-Tudor décor and the low pulse of ambient music? But I was wrong, Dean is lucky at cards – and with Dean, the game doesn’t stop till he’s collected the winnings in FULL! He smiles at me, daring me to object, although he knows I won’t, my eyes fall in a show of modesty as false at the décor, and he gradually eases the hemline up over the stocking flesh-line in the shade of the table. Dave stares, swallows hard, ‘very nice’ he breathes, his voice suddenly husky. Dean incy-wincy spiders his cool index finger around the top of my leg, hooking the material of the mini-dress out to reveal the wispy haze of dark pubence beneath.

‘I’ll tell you this in confidence, Dave’ he says. ‘She’s horny as they come. I can’t keep up with her to be honest. Listen, we were driving down here today and she begins to come on strong, y’know…?’ I was biting my lower lip, certain I was blushing despite myself. It’s a game we’ve played before – Dean and I. One we’ll play again. I know the rules as well as he does, yet it never fails to stimulate new nerve-ends and erogenous zones I didn’t previously know existed. ‘…And she begins brushing my leg cosy and intimate like, so I pull into a lay-by and she’s into my trousers faster’n you can say blow-job. She’s got my knob out and down her throat and she’s going ‘glob-glob-glob slurp-slurp-slurp’ like she’s not eaten for a month and needs the protein. That’s right – isn’t it Maxine?’ I can feel his insistent index finger brush my pubes on the slippery slope down to my vaginal lips. ‘Isn’t it, Max?’

I look up at Dave, giving him the full hand-tinted baby-blues as Dean’s finger parts flesh, then begins its moist penetration. I nod, ‘sure it’s true Dave, every word.’ I grip the stem of my martini glass so tight I’m scared it’ll shatter, concentrating my entire nervous system on that probing finger-edge that’s now worming first-joint deep into me. It’s all I can do to stop myself squirming, while Dave – travel-rep with some anonymous stationery company – is going bug-eyed, can’t believe what he’s seeing. His expression is so delicious – pearls of sweat standing out on his forehead, full attention transfixed on the finger that’s now slip-slithering up and down, sawing in and out my salivating pussy – that I’d be laughing if it weren’t for the more urgent sensations burning their way up from my thighs. My legs part involuntarily to admit a second finger, and they’re tunnelling so deep and Dean’s pumping furiously now, while at the next table people are talking and drinking, and Dave – a guy we’ve hardly known twenty minutes, is watching like his life depends on it.

There are orgasms, and there are ORGASMS – this one comes on like a jolt of lightning, a cum so powerful I’ve got to grit my teeth to keep from crying out… and, at the same time, I notice the retro jukebox is playing Hot Chocolate’s “You Sexy Thing”!

Dean glances across to where Dave’s sat like he’s shell-shocked. ‘And I know I can tell you this in confidence, Dave. As we came into the Bar tonight and saw you there sitting alone, Maxine said to me – didn’t you Max? she said she fancied you something strong. She said she was powerfully attracted to you.’ All the while he’s un-cunting his fingers with agonising slowness. ‘We’re travelling to London tomorrow, me and Maxine, but we’ve got a Hotel room here just for tonight. Perhaps you’d care to come back with us for a – uh, nightcap? That is – unless you’ve something better to do?’ I close my eyes and lick my lip-glossed lips, the very thought making my mouth water with anticipation. I sense the evening’s erotic entertainments are just beginning…

— 0 —

I’ve never been what you’d call a ‘good girl’. I’m attracted to ‘dangerous’ men, to the element of risk. I’ve had fingers (and other parts of my anatomy!) burned in sexual encounters before I met Dean, but he’s in a DIFFERENT LEAGUE. An incredible Uzun porno turn-on, tall, good-looking in a dark swarthy way, a voice vibrantly deep and strong. All of it tuned into a kind of outlaw mystique that snares me from the start. He’s a Gambler – a compulsive game-player fuelled by the permanent nervous energy of a man living on the edge, driven by obsession, one step ahead of debtors, one step ahead of disaster – or one step from a triumph that’s more real, more ecstatic than any orgasm I can ever give him.

We first met just nine-and-a-half weeks ago in a Club I work as a hostess, the chic kind of place where you wear your cleavage down to the pussy, with a hemline high enough to meet it. Outfits designed sheer enough to advertise your nipples. Not that THAT bothers me. I dress to thrill, black seams, the sharp outline of scanty briefs showing through the cling-film-tight material, heavy eye-shadow – all kohl and corruption, and long black hair as lush as a shampoo commercial. I’ve a class figure, good boobs – white and flawless as two giant scoops from some Heavenly Freezer. I know how to tease – AND how to deliver. I make my own choices, live my life according to my own rules. But I like to play games too. I enjoy being looked at, enjoy the furtive way men ‘accidentally’ brush up against me. But once I saw Dean I had eyes for no-one else, I was the perfect Nastassia Kinski to his ragged Steve McQueen. I melt to him, knew we’d be exchanging tongues before the night was done. But he was off-hand, too into a winning jag to notice ANYTHING, so I had to make the running.

I stand close, moulding myself against him as he concentrates on his game, kissing him all come-on when he turns a good hand – and that night he wins it ALL! When he leaves, I go with him, determined to get him to myself by fair means or foul. As soon as we are in the taxi to were-ever I was into his pants. And he was EVERYTHING I could’ve hoped for, his cock a magnificent beast long and thick in my fist, cleanly circumcised, and he’s high on winning, on an adrenalin fix even as I go down on him in wet engulfment. I shimmy that shiny lilac glans as far down my throat as I can, and suck it contentedly through half the West End and into Mayfair, rewarded with a copious mouthful of my favourite cream (after Crème de Menthe!) somewhere around Kensington Gardens.

We wind up together in a Hotel, and afterwards I move in on a more regular basis – to share his successes, and provide consolation during the manic depressions that follow bad losses. I still work the Clubs, often providing his stake for the evening’s gaming. And we live nocturnally, emerging at dusk – a life of sophisticated Clubs, speeding neon, exotic drinks, fast cars, spiked by the artificial energies of risk. There’s something about risk that makes me horny, that makes me want to get it on. The constant stimulus of vicarious thrills acts like powerful aphrodisiac. When we’re winning it’s ultra-sex, we fuck with an energy and animal enthusiasm that lasts for hours, until we’re both sated and exhausted. Other times, when he loses, I rouse him and do all the work, but that makes the reward of his erection that much more satisfying.

Gambling and risk inevitably laps over into our sex life. We play cards endlessly in all kinds of hotel rooms as he practices technique and dexterity. He begins by making ‘special tokens’ out of photo porn-cards, so if I win I might get an IOU for cunnilingus, if he wins, a wrist-job or a penalty token that means I go without underwear all day, or lipstick my nipples a shade of savage pink for him to lick clean. Sometimes we keep the cards we win, hoarding them. It’s a tremendous kick to play for such stakes, and a cruelly erotic sense of power to suddenly produce a card and demand instant payment in full. The games, dares and risk-taking get crazier. He once presents a blow-job card in a hotel lift and I have to crouch down and gobble him between floors, then I had him eat me in the car-park of some Motorway Services halfway to Manchester, headlights arcing and slicing through the luminous dark as he goes into me tongue-first, then again, in a Disco I smuggle myself into the Gents to deliver… but it was always just me and Dean. Until that night Öğrenci porno when everything got turned upside down.

During a bad spell Dean organises a card school in a Highgate flat we share, a few punters come around and they play till the early hours. I serve drinks, play hostess. Dean was in deep trouble, dodging heavily connected creditors – the kind who break your legs if you default, and he’s banking on tonight to recoup, but hits an immediate run of bummers and is soon fighting to keep head above water. He’s sweating visibly, a tension standing out so real you can feel it. I go out to refresh their drinks, and come back to find some of the pressure has eased off, but they’re playing with a new sense of urgency. In a bizarre sensation of unreality I see they’re now gaming for ‘token’ cards that Dean has put up to compensate for his mounting debts. My skin crawls with perverse fascination, willing him to WIN, as the cards (and by implication – ME!) pass back and forth, moving from player to player, to Dean, then to some card-sharp he’d met in a Bar. But as the game progresses it increasingly seems that in an odd sort of way it was flattering, a compliment to my powers of attraction. Like in some medieval joust or chivalrous duel, I was the prize they ALL desire, they compete to win my hand (although considerably more than my hand is at stake!). The very idea is as sensual as the most exotic stimulant.

For a while it seems Dean is onto a good thing, he makes a run of wins but can’t quit, it goes badly, and as dawn breaks he’s wiped out. The school folds, people leave with mumbled apologies, some richer, mostly poorer. Then there’s just me, Dean, and two men watching me, leering – but nervous. I know them slightly from the Club circuit, a suave handsome Jamaican called Anton, and Robbie, a likeable Northerner whose well-tailored suits exactly contradict his earthy Geordie humour. They spread their cards face-up on the coffee table – Robbie’s card depicts fellatio, Anton’s a graphic photo of a lusty stud taking a crouching girl from behind. I don’t know how I’m supposed to react. The joker’s REALLY wild this time. How far will Dean want to take it? Surely not ALL the way? I’ll take my cue from him. I think of those heavy creditors – the kind with leg-breaking tendencies. Dean is depending on me. Before things turn violent.

They sit on the sofa in soft lighting, Dean slumped smirking beside the music centre to see fair play, and yes – I understand, it’s MY choice. I can walk out here and now, but I know I won’t. Like a good little bad girl I’ll do it for Dean, I’ll bail him out. That’s the way it has to be. But it’s got to be here, now, before I’ve time to reconsider. Suddenly amused and aroused by it all I shuck my dress down kind of slinky, in one movement. I never wear a bra, don’t need one, my large firm breasts quiver free for their eager appraisal. I’m wearing pearls, and leave them on – a kinky touch of sophistication like a debutante doing pin-up spreads, my long black hair cascading forward over my shoulder as if to veil what I’m so sexily uncovering. Then I’m stooping to skin my tiny briefs down, face burning with whoreish excitement as I raise one bare leg to shake them off.

I’m squatting nude between Robbie’s parted knees, drawing his zip down and delving within. The air of perverse eroticism acting on me, I’m fiercely turned on despite myself, my nipples jiggling up against the razor-sharp crease of his trouser-knees as I manoeuvre. His cock is thick, and although he’s not yet stiff he’s obviously very well-hung. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, sensing his tension as my fingers slither over his flesh, smelling the warm musk of his body, my tongue outlining the soft wedge of his glans, the delicate dance of my hair shimmering over his thighs as my lips stretch moistly around the heart-shaped dome. He’s stiffening, as if the hot slide inwards is skinning his nerves. Arching his back as my tongue circles, glissading silkily over the sex-heated skin, my mouth engulfs more slowly now, breathing heavily. It’s deep in my mouth, and I begin sucking until it grows hard, its taste – a salty tang, invades me. I’m slobbering on his fat sinewy knob, becoming more adventurous as I surrender to the inevitability of it all.

Now Robbie’s watching my head bob up, down, round and around in his lap like he can scarce believe his luck, now he’s glancing across at Dean, gloating. They’re all watching me, they all want me. I feel the way a pretty girl in a Hard-Core Blue Movie must feel, aware of the pent-up desire I’m deliberately provoking, the intensity of their gaze burning into me. I can hear the quick sharp intake of their breathing and it sounds so good. I begin to make it more visual for them, holding the sex-meat tightly erect in both hands, squeezing it lasciviously, my lips glued around its shiny bell-end, then gorging myself on the shaft, taking as much as I possibly can, sucking hard, force-feeding on the best part of eight inches of stiff cock.

Now Anton’s shrugging his jeans off, ostentatiously wanking a length that’s thick and long as heavy-duty black cable. And he’s climbing in behind me, moving me around, repositioning me to his requirements, smoothing the curve of my bottom, parting my legs, fingering down to roughly insert a finger that makes me squirm voluptuously, steeling myself in exquisite expectation of what’s to follow. Hoping he’s targeting the correct orifice. I can feel the blood-pumping heat and then the solid pressure of his cock-head up against the mouth of my quim, forcing the narrow sex-tight passage open more and more until I feel he’s going to rip me wide open, then – with a lunge, the glans is inside me. I groan audibly (as best I can) as he feeds deeper, more easily now, and I feel s-o-o-o-o strange to be penetrated so completely. I’m wriggling and writhing, spitted on hot maleness, moaning and gasping somewhere between desire and agonising pleasure, pussy on fire, nipples swaying tender and distended, hard and erect. I’m keeping Robbie trapped in my mouth by force of sheer suction while tonguing it, feeling it pulse up firm against my palette as he bucks, hairy balls squashed up against my chin as I’m fucked from the rear, establishing a balance, a rhythm.

They talk over me, ‘cunt’s smooth as silk, what’s she gam like?’ ‘Great, she’s (grunt) loving every inch of it.’ Me crouching on all-fours, impaled totally, whole body wracked in sensation, an orgasm hits me uncontrollably, excruciatingly. I try telling myself I’m doing this for Dean – just for him, like jazz musician’s women whore themselves on Harlem street corners to raise drug-money for their men, I’m giving myself for Dean, to save him from the wrath of brutal creditors. All he has to do is say the word and I’ll stop, but by now I’m hoping that word never comes. I’m doing it for ME, because I’m greedy for experience, because the game amuses and intrigues me – the risk, the daring. And Dean just sits there, watching, enjoying it as he ensures my safety, probably with an angry hard-on that’s threatening serious damage to his y-fronts (but there’s plenty of time for me to relieve him of THAT tension later!).

‘Open your throat, Maxine, so’s I can cream your tonsils.’ My lips slither around the gooey shaft, sucking it ferociously as I concentrate on lifting my thighs and pushing back, fucking myself on Anton’s cock so I’m doing the work brazenly, no longer faking, my body alive with passions so intense I feel I’ll explode, proud of the way I’m exciting both of them, nakedly charged with animal sensuality, doing my best to suck that sinewy length in my mouth and squeeze and work the cock up my pussy. Then Robbie’s holding me gently by the hair, easing my head down so far I feel I’m immersing in public hair, suffocating, a muffled gasp as it throbs expectantly, the entire length swelling and pulsing, expanding, spurting a thick jet of spunk that fills my mouth, oozing over my teeth, slobbering tiny clear globlets of spermatozoa from my lips. Even as I draw back, gasping for breath, it’s all happening all over again, my aching cunt filled to capacity and I’m well into my own second orgasm…

Once it’s done we dress in an air of dreamy shyness (although I leave my panties off, to make it easy later for Dean’s straying hands). And Dean meets my eyes with relief, thanks, and a promise of sex to come. He seems even more exciting to me now. Some instinct tells me this will be the first of many such wild scenes we’ll have together. I’m grateful for the times we’ve had – and eager for what’s to come. I don’t regret ANYTHING.

To the victor go the spoils, you CAN be lucky in cards – and love!

by

TRISTAN TROTSKY

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It was early Saturday morning and lying in bed under the covers reading the paper, music drifting down the hall from his daughter’s bedroom, Jill’s father looked up surprised as his nineteen-year-old daughter home from school for the summer danced into his bedroom.

“Wow, baby…where’d you learn to dance like that, sweetie?”

Her smile contagious Jill looked her father right in the eye, pointing at him like the girl in the movie, dancing to Roxy Music’s version of, If There Is Something, mouthing the words to the chorus, “when we were young.”

“…from the TV, Daddy,” she beamed, smiling sensually, provocatively, flushed hot, at first feigning a certain innocence, a heat coursing through her knowing she’d masturbated to a wrecking orgasm on her father’s bed the morning before, right where he was laying, his smell in the sheets, her fingers pressing against her warm little pussy, her favorite fantasy her father’s cock pressing against her warm little hole through her flowery little panties, the ones with the bow in front her boyfriend loved seeing her in.

“From the TV,” meant from the video she’d watched, the movie Tokyo Decadence he’d left in his DVD player. She’d watched it while he was at work, imagining the man making the woman make herself cum moving for him was her father.

Jill couldn’t help that Daddy turned her on so much. Something about him made her feel wild and naughty. She wanted him to want her like all the boys at school did, especially the oder boys, her just 5′-2, and so petite, them so big and strong.

Thinking she shouldn’t be so wet for her own father, just turned her on even more. Fully in character pretending she was a go-go like dancer for Roxy Music, her father looked so much like Bryan Ferry she wanted to be sexy for him, like he was, her sexy Daddy all her girlfriends teased.

Unlike generally, she felt so soft and confident in front of her father an extension of their playfulness with each other. Already having worked herself up watching herself dance in her full length mirror, already buttery warm inside pushing past her shyness she turned and wagged her little bottom at him, like a little girl dog in heat begging for cock she thought to herself, grinning, her secret thoughts, having seen some very naughty hentai her and her girlfriends saw online and laughed at, but that secretly turned them all on, her Papa’s little puppy girl.

Jill purposefully dressed in just her loose fitting pink boy-shorts pajama bottoms – she knew how sexy she looked in them; and, just like one of the strippers in the video she found on her father’s computer she’d bunched up her matching pink little half top t-shirt into the collar barely covering her swollen hot breasts.

At first, she was just dancing innocently enough to the rhythm of the music. Now, she was sliding down the doorframe and standing back up like she was pole dancing, looking to him for approval, becoming more and more sexual, getting more and more confident as her father watched her so fluidly mimicking the girl in the video. Jill stopped smiling and was looking at her father differently suddenly let herself feel sexier than she imagined she could, her father’s gaze making her feel so warm inside, grinding, swiveling her hips, more and more, the bigger his eyes got, erotically, just like the stripper in the movie in front of the huge plate glass window overlooking downtown Tokyo, all the while mouthing the words to the song…

…” Reveal my secrets

More than enough for me to share

I would put roses round our door”…

She gazed right into her father’s brown eyes, his dark brown hair the same color as hers, him partially smiling, a sort of stunned look on his face, her long hair in pigtails dangling down on either side of her face, feeling so steamy sexy, deliciously more than her father’s daughter, his little girl all grown up.

She kept smiling at him looking into her eyes, letting her dance not sure really how else to react being so surprised by his daughters impromptu performance; his balls tingling hot…how else was he supposed to react; his daughter, his little girl, so scantily clad; her soft skin and smile so radiant, her breasts and nipples so prominently displayed, her perfect round glowing little belly, her soft little hips, her boy shorts making her look so provocative he could grab her and take her like she wasn’t his daughter. She was like the women he fantasized about, jerked off to, and suddenly here she was his little baby in his bedroom his own daughter. It was so wrong it made his cock jump and swell and ache with a seething kind of tingling heat. His daughter, his little girl, her glowing skin the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. A fine line he sensed he was about to cross, they, were about to cross, if they weren’t already, her dancing so seductively, his cock now swollen and thick and hard under the covers for her. He stared at her lovely round breasts her nipples pushing out through the thin cotton tee, and when he did, Jill pushed her chest out, wanted him Uzun porno to look.

He’d only been to a strip club twice and back when he was in college, and even then, he intellectualized the experience he’d laughed with friends years later telling the story; and here was his little girl dancing, like his own private little stripper right in front of him, even so young so sexually provocatively gorgeous, everything about her sensuous, erotic, wholly female and in heat and looking him deeply in the eyes made him churn with desire a growl rumbling deep in his chest.

His little girl was making him hard and the harder he got the more he looked at her like a father shouldn’t be looking at his daughter, or her at her own father.

When she jumped onto the bed above him he remembered her when she was little bouncing and turning, them laughing together, her dancing for Daddy; he laughed with her now, trying not to be so aroused, to look at her smooth bare skin, her loose boy-shorts hiding her little treasure she knew full well the power of, trying to not look at her shorts lifting again and again subtly, furtively revealing her soft bare translucent skin underneath.

Teasing him with glimpses of her, her inner thighs, the round of her little bottom, a single father, when she began rolling her little hips moving to the steady beat of the rhythm, gyrating, churning inside, biting her lower lip and smiling at him knowing just how sexy she was, he felt himself even if a uncomfortable let himself feel that sexual urge, began to watch his little girl openly, her dance for him, him her only audience in the privacy of their house, in the privacy of his bedroom the curtain drawn, their own little world father and daughter, the music surrounding them in a cocoon of secretive incestuous desire.

He stared openly at the V of her groin her jostling breasts her hardened nipples, into her simply smoldering eyes, longer and longer. He looked at her soft little frame her smooth belly the way she moved, so naturally feminine, so naturally erotic and lowered the paper fully into his lap to cover himself, to press against his straining throbbing hard cock without her seeing.

He thought of the scene in Gus Van Sant’s, “To Die For,” when Nicole Kidman in a short little flowery summer dress danced in front of the car headlights. Lifting her skirt, showing her panties, swiveling her hips, a scene that stuck with him over the years as one of the all time most erotic scenes in Hollywood film, her beautifully feminine thighs, her girlish tummy, the cleft of her soft little pussy apparent under her girlish white cotton panties.

Now, his little-girl, rocking her hips, him staring at her soft little baby pussy barely concealed under her thin little shorts, her curves so incredibly sensual, his little baby, his daughter dancing for him; from his prone position it was like looking up at a stripper on a stage, from that angle seeing up under her loose little shorts, the bare smooth heat of her inner thighs. Her knowingly teasing, glimpses of his daughter’s bare smooth glowing soft pussy so clearly visible under the thin soft fabric.

The more he stared, the more he let himself enjoy her performing for him, the more he thought things he shouldn’t be feeling for his little girl, his baby daughter. Naughty taboo incestuous thoughts making him even harder, thoughts long a secret turn on, his own little lover, his little girl, his private little whore sucking his cock, him licking her for her first time, him lapping at her soft little baby cunny, urged on by her sweet baby cream flowing out to meet his mouth, her rocking her tender little hips, a young sensuous woman now, that magic between her beautiful athletic legs, like a dancers he thought to himself, his little baby his own private stripper. His cock surged.

His heart beating faster, his judgment clouded, his cock aching hot hard, the cheeks of her bottom so tantalizingly close as she turned, bent, her shorts pulling open revealing her entire soft little cunt; she was perfectly bald smooth, her pink little slit shiny wet and his mouth so tantalizingly close. His cock bounced as he sucked in his breath.

How utterly beautiful his daughter was, her smile, her eyes, her mouth, how stunningly captivating, her little pussy, his daughter’s beautiful bald little mound, her pink little slit…he imagined sliding his fingers under her shorts and touching her, licking her, pleasuring his little girl, his own daughter making him so hard. He wanted to reach up and pull her to him. He wanted to bury his face between her young legs, lick her soft little pussy.

He breathed in the sight of her coltish legs and torso so elongated, older now, and looked up into her eyes, and smiled knowingly, this time though like a lover looks at his partner, blood rushing to his throbbing aching hard cock, him pressing the back of his hand down against it under the paper, lifting his hips in sync with hers, watching his daughter dance for him.

Jill was loving the way Öğrenci porno her father looked at her, “this is how…the girl did it, on TV…Daddy,” she said breathily, aroused, excited seeing her handsome father staring right at her barely covered creamy wet little pussy as she gyrated, seeing him pressing his cock against his arm, him fucking his hips up toward her staring at her swollen hot tingling breasts.

She felt terribly naughty; what she was doing was maybe wrong to be doing to her father, but looking down into his eyes the way she was and the smoldering way he looked back at her she couldn’t stop. The minute she decided to leave dancing in front of her mirror and into her father’s bedroom, she wasn’t a little girl anymore; she was dancing for him, his own little whore slippery hot wet, her entire body tingling. His staring at her made her feel even more sexy even more sexual, even more like the little whore she imagined herself being for him when she touched herself at night. She saw his cock under the covers, saw it lift the newspaper up, again, and then again, and felt wickedly naughty. She’d made him hard, her father, visualizing his cock thick and straining lifting up the blanket and newspaper him trying in vain to conceal it. She saw him press his arm down on top of his erection, and his hips rise once, twice, rubbing himself. She wanted to see it, up close, hold it in her warm little hands, her father’s cock, raging thick and meaty smooth soft hard and wanting to be inside her. She imagined his cock must be wet with pre-cum like her boyfriend’s, imagined herself licking it, tasting him, her father’s arousal, his need.

She’d seen him naked before, peeking into his bath when he was showering, his long thick hard cock standing up soapy and glistening and so, so beautiful. She’d run back into her room and climbed under her covers rubbing herself to orgasm touching herself imagining his warm wet mouth sucking her hot puffy swollen breasts, imagined him pulling on his cock in the shower having seen her, his hands all soapy touching her everywhere at once, her pulling on it for him, like the man with the woman in the magazine she’d taken from his closet, the magazine that had inspired her to peek on her father, to think about him that way.

Jill was delighting in watching her Daddy lying just beneath her, as turned on as she was, responding to her, aroused by her, his little girl his daughter his private little whore her eyes gushed she was into his.

“Daddy, let me show you…how the girl in the movie did it, except Daddy,” she paused, making a little girl pouty expression and so aroused she spoke in an almost whisper, “the girl on the TV, she-she wasn’t wearing panties, so, I should do it…like that, too, don’t you think, Papa?”

She watched her father’s eyes spark and smile, his mouth hanging open in anticipation.

Before he could even answer, even if he could answer, she’d stepped over his legs, straddling him at his knees turned and bent over right above him, him looking right between her legs, at her perfect soft round bottom.

Looking into her father’s eyes, she tugged her panties down one side at a time in rhythm to the music, wiggling her bottom provocatively her handsome father breathless; all he could think was, “My god, my sexy little baby.”

His heart pounding he desperately wanted to pull on his cock as he watched his daughter, pressing his wrist against it making him see stars, his thoughts perfectly on her, imagining, fantasizing, watching her movements as if in slow motion, savoring her every little twist and turn of her lovely tender hips, wanting to see her soft sweet cunny.

Jill turned slowly her breasts visibly swollen, her soft feminine hips rocking and swaying more deliberately, slowing, accentuating her heat like the woman in the movie arousing herself, her smiles flashing hot, her face flushed now too, biting her lower lip, her visibly excited, making herself so wet she needed something inside her to fill that place deep in her warm little belly.

She pictured her father’s cock, and felt it deep in her core, felt her cream dripping down the insides of her soft pearly bare inner thighs igniting in her a roiling steamy lust for him his incestuous hot hard daddy-cock, her eyes flashing into his, licking her lips, her father’s…cock.

He saw that look in her eyes as she tipped her panties down provocatively, teasing, her bald mound satiny shiny bare smooth, her boy-shorts revealing a damp spot over her warm little hole.

She saw her father’s cock jump as he stared at her bald little mound, a glimpse of her, of what was to come, tantalizing, performing for him.

She smiled powerfully, pushing her panties down even further, past the cleft of her bare soft little baby cunny.

Seeing him draw in his breath, him lick his lips looking at her dripping pink slit, him unable to pull his eyes away from her tender bare groin, willing her to reveal herself, to show him all of her, she turned again, teasing him, wriggling her hips, pushing her bottom out, her father now more openly rubbing his cock under the covers.

She could see it, its outline…it was huge and thick and hard, much bigger than her boyfriends, and her incestuous thoughts made her gush creamy hot wet. The thought of his cock, her father’s cock touching her wet little cunny made her gush and her knees weak. She swiveled and rocked her hips, staring at it, moving her hips as if her father’s cock were inside her. Rhythmically undulating she tipped her panties down in front again, bending over at the waist, causing her t-shirt to raise up over the lower swell of her breasts, her nipples threatening to show themselves too, giving him a first real and total peek at her perfect bald little cunny, her pink wet little slit.

He drew in his breath, his eyes big, his cock lifting the blanket.

“Do I…dance good, Daddy?” Jill asked breathlessly looking her father right in the eyes, both so aroused they were both dripping hot wet with incestuous desire.

Her little slit, her beautiful belly, her perfectly smooth mons, her incredible thighs, his lovely beautiful little baby, his cock so throbbing hot hard he was lifting his hips without realizing.

Looking right at his daughters shiny little pussy he growled, “Mmmgghhhyes baby, Daddy thinks you’re an amazing dancer, better than the girl on t.v.” acknowledging he knew the movie she was imitating.

“Do you like…dancing for Daddy, sweetie?” he asked looking right into his daughter’s beautiful eyes, already knowing the answer, not really asking the question.

Jill nodded, biting her lower lip. She stood transfixed, swiveling her little hips, biting her lower lip, her father’s little girl again, her panties pushed down, her bald little cunny exposed to him, her father’s gaze making her creamy little pussy throb.

She’d hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her loose boy-shorts and swiveled her hips in slow motion. She wasn’t dancing anymore. She bent at the waist, her legs straight, her movements now, back and forth, staring at his cock under the covers, his gripping it, wagging her little bottom her imagining her rubbing herself on it, it slipping through her creamy little folds, sliding through her wet humming slit. She licked her lips again and bit her lower lip her breath gushing through her nose.

He couldn’t stop himself; he wanted her to see him slide his hand under the covers to rub his swollen hot hard cock. Her eyes followed his hand under the covers, him stroking his erection as she moved above him swaying her little bottom back and forth, looking at his hand under the blankets and then back into his eyes, and back again.

The look on her face was priceless. He felt powerfully sexy too. He looked up at his little baby, his face, savage, hungry for her, her bare belly her soft little pussy her creamy wet little slit; he could smell her, her sex, her dripping wet creamy soft cunt, her glowing heart-shaped little bottom wriggling so provocatively, her bare bald little cunny calling to him, the way she bent her knees, rocked her hips, gyrating, not because she was dancing anymore, but because her swollen hot little cunt was on fire for him, dripping slippery hot, creamy wet, her hands cupping up under her swollen breasts, his little lover.

Jill turned and arching her back provocatively bent over. Her legs spread open, her little bottom pushed out, her frilly boy-shorts down over her bottom past the opening of her thighs her beautiful bald hot cunny fully on display, her smooth bald dripping wet little pussy from behind, pink and swollen.

The newspaper fell off the bed, her father jacking his cock staring at his little girl’s ripe dripping little baby cunny.

She pushed her panties down until they slid delicately over her smooth bare thighs, down her glistening bare calves, and in time to the music stepped out of them perfectly feminine, so tiny, so petite, so girlishly fragile just like the woman had done in the movie making the man watching her growl with want.

Standing above her father, straddling his legs, she turned facing him, her pussy glistening wet, her sweet little slit open and revealing her pink inner folds. She heard the rumbling growl rise deep in her father’s chest.

He stared directly at his little girl’s perfectly smooth slit, his daughter so close he could smell her fragrance, his daughter smiling down at him, a look of pure flushed sexual arousal in her eyes.

She lowered herself sitting on him straddling his waist, her warm heat and weight crushing into the bloated swollen need of his throbbing hard cock as she began humping her father’s lap. A look on her face feigning she was still just dancing for him making the moment all the more incestuously hot, fervently naughty, the two dancing on that precipice, father and daughter, incestuous lovers, the ultimate taboo so natural and necessary and absolute in that devastating moment when her bald little slippery wet sex touched the bare underside of father’s raging hot hard cock rising out from under the covers under her, grazing through her buttery wet folds, electric seething humming, a moment full of a power neither of them from that moment on would ever get enough of.

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He could feel his heart drop as he treaded into the dungeon. His hands, cuffed behind his back felt sore. His captor was behind him, pushing him along. He didn’t dare look back. When they reached the center of the dark chamber, she stepped in front and motioned him to stop.

In the dim candlelight, he could just make the feint outline of his captor. The woman was half a foot shorter than him, but felt much taller. Her dark hair stopped just above her shoulders. She grabbed his upper arm and yanked him down to his knees. He looked up, she towered over him. Now she was at the right height.

“Oh, this is going to be fun,” she laughed. Her voice felt sweet in his ears, made his skin crawl. It was a high pitched voice with the presence of a deep voice.

“You have a name, don’t you?” She asked.

“Yes, it’s— ” He started.

Her hand whipped across his face. He nearly toppled over from the force of it.

“Wrong. You have no name. Not in here.” She paused, briefly, and knelt down to his level. “You know, when I say things, you should reply ‘yes Mistress’. That’s how I know you’re listening. Can you be a good listener? Can you do that for me?” With every sentence her voice grew sweeter.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied. He faced down and blinked away the few tears that had begun to form in his eyes. His face still stung red.

“Good.” She said softly. It was still dark but he could feel the warmth of her smile.

Shink.

He looked back up at her. The light from the candle glimmered off a small, metallic object in her hands. A knife. He took deneme bonusu veren siteler shallow, quick breathes as she brought the knife to his body. She cut down the side of his shirt, ripping it open and tore it off his torso. He was surprised to feel no cut on his body.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you yet.” The words echoed in his mind.

She did the same with his pants, leaving him naked on the cold, stone floor.

“Now, slave, we can begin.”

She walked around the room, lighting more candles. Each tap of her high heels against the stone felt like gunshots in his mind.

With the light of the extra candles he could start to make out more of this woman. She wore a shiny leather bra, barely hiding two round breasts. Her pants were also shiny leather and wrapped tightly around her ass. There was something at her waste that he couldn’t quite make out. She lit the last candle and he could see it. A small dildo, strapped onto her pelvis, stared back at him. His mouth felt dry and his heart dropped further. She walked back to him, this time stopping just behind him.

“Come on now,” she said, reaching down to his cuffed hands. She interlocked her fingers with his and pulled him up. Touching her hand made his start to sweat.

Once up, she guided him to side of the room. Reluctantly he followed, whimpering as he moved.

At the edge of the room was a table. At first it looked like a regular table, but getting closer revealed three belt straps. One at the center of the table and two at the bottoms of the table fransız ruleti legs.

She strapped the two lower belts to his ankles, much tighter than he was comfortable with. His feet grew numb with the lack of blood flow.

He felt a force as she shoved hands against his upper back, bending him over the table. She tied the third strap around his neck, trapping him bent at a 90 degree angle.

“Please,” he whined. “Don’t.”

She lashed her hand against his bare ass. His face still stung from the first hit, and this was harder.

“Don’t you fucking dare tell me what to do.” The sweetness of her voice was gone now. It was sour now. He tried blinking away the tears, but there were too many this time. One dripped down his cheek.

She pushed up against his hole with the strap-on. This felt like nothing he had ever experienced before. This was new, and heavenly. The bliss quickly turned to pain as she ripped further inside.

Thrust.

She pushed herself deeper than he thought was possible. When he saw the dildo, he thought it was small, but now it felt like the largest dick in the world. He exhaled a breath of relief as she started to pull back out.

Thrust.

In an instant that relief was gone. She was in deeper this time and held it there. He felt the coldness of her leather pants pressed again his ass. She was in as deep as she could go. He would have been thankful that this was as far as she could go, but even this was too far. She held there for what felt like minutes. He bit down on his tongue to mobil rulet distract from the pain, and loosened his

bite as she pulled out again.

Thrust.

He bit back down on his tongue. Hard. He tasted blood. She was in all the way once more. There wasn’t any time to think this time as she already

began pulling out again.

Thrust.

“You’re enjoying it, aren’t you?” She asked.

Thrust.

He whimpered.

Thrust.

“I hope that means yes,” she laughed.

Thrust.

Her rhythm steadied at a brisk pace. Each thrust felt worse than the last. The pain in his ass was building up. She kept going until his ass felt on fire from the friction. She slowed her pace, and pulled it all the way out.

“God that’s a nice workout.” She said. The sweetness of her voice was back.

His jaw trembled.

“I said,” she said. “That is a nice workout.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He was barely able to get that out.

She undid the straps around his neck and legs and gently lifted him up. The two stood face to face now. She inched closer, glancing down at his lips.

Their faces were an inch a part and she kissed him passionately. He was shocked at first and then kissed back. Their tongues intertwined, the heavenly bliss was back. All the pain he had experienced just moments before had washed away, and the fear he had was replaced by. . . Love? This woman was a stranger but this kiss felt like the sweetest devotion in the world. He adored her. Her left arm grabbed him tightly by his hair while her right arm suspiciously reached behind her.

They continued kissing and he jolted when he felt something scrape against his cock. He pulled his head back and looked down. A small chastity cage enveloped his dick. A hefty lock kept it shut.

“I can’t wait for the next session,” she said, and pecked him on his cheek.

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