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It had been a month since I went to the Club Blue and had my fun, work had gotten the better of my and I saw less and less of Roxxana. Everything seemed to have gotten back to normal. I dreamt of dark rooms, stranger pussies and mouths tormenting me, using me.

I would be fast asleep, and suddenly feel a hand stroking my cock lightly. Feel warm breath on my stomach and hair lightly dragging down to my crotch. My cock welcomed the warmth as it slid in a warm wet mouth, teeth gently raking my skin. I would feel warm soft hands on my balls, massaging as my cock was swished around and around by a warm wet tongue.

The smell of sex, passion, and pussy would waft to me in the darkness. My hands, taken and bound; I would feel the warmth on my palms as a wet pussy would sit just before my hand, forcing my fingers inside. Suddenly, I felt the pressure of someone placing their knees and either side of my head as they maneuvered their pussy just above my mouth. My tongue would reach out, daring to feel for their throbbing clit in the darkness. Tasting her wetness, I would lap at her labia, feeling her shudder against my mouth.

My cock would explode, sending white cream off into the darkness. Orgasmic bliss surrounded me, engulfing me in its warmth, again…the smell of vanilla. I loved being used, just like that; being the toy for some woman’s personal pleasure.

In the morning, I would wake with a smile on my face. Penis hard and begging for action, but smiling. Masturbation in the shower became a regular practice; sometimes I wouldn’t even make it to the shower. Standing in my bedroom at the foot of my bed, cock in hand imagining Roxxana…

Bent over my bed, begging to be fucked, a blue blindfold tied neatly around her head. Bare-naked, I could see her hard nipples, see her glistening pussy, and hear her shallow breaths as she waited to be taken from behind. I enjoyed teasing her, running my finger lightly along her shoulder blade, digging my nail in as I scratched down her spine ending at her perfect little ass crack. She would shiver as I blew warm air on the nape of her neck, letting my cock throb against her side.

Her hips bucked, begging to be penetrated her pussy would drip. My warm tongue would gently tease her as I bent over tasting her moisture. Suddenly, racing up along her slit and running one circle around hr tight asshole. She would moan, pushing back on my face, horniness turning into animalistic craving.

Finally, I would get along behind her, cock in hand and forcefully shove it deep into her dripping snatch. Her juices would explode as I buried my cock deep inside her, running down both of our legs. Her moans, her screams of passion would resonate throughout the apartment as my hand came down loudly clapping her ass cheek. With each spank she would get even louder. My hand grabbed at her hair, yanking her head back, her torso colliding with mine as my other hand reached around to grasp her perfectly perky breast. I would twist and pinch her nipple, some strange dominance coming from me I new existed.

Eventually, my hand would migrate down to her clit, teasing her as I thrusted my hard cock deeper and deeper inside Roxxana. Pushing her forward, I repositioned my cock, sinking it into her wet, tight asshole, pulling her body back up. As my balls slapped her thighs, she flexed her muscles loving ever moment of it. I buried my fingers deep in her pussy as I pulled her wide open with my other hand.

As she came closer and closer to orgasm, I would suddenly push her down on the bed, stroking my cock over her I would shoot my load all over her legs and ass. She would lie silently, still, as I stood up from the bed and walked out of the room. After my shower, I would return to my room, finding it empty just as it was when I left.

I returned home for holidays, it was my first Christmas since moving out of the states. Minnesota was cold, with a -30º wind-chill. I visited family and old friends, many of them commenting how different I seemed. I couldn’t explain it; I hadn’t changed that much in my own mind.

One day while at a bar with friends, I happened upon an old crush from high school. She hadn’t changed much, still looked hot as ever. She was clearly drunk, and acting like a slut all over the bar, dancing on tabled, grinding against anyone and everyone. As I sat there watching, sitting at the table with two of my best friends, she made her way over to us. She pulled my chair out from under the table and began giving me a lap dance.

“Kaitlin, what are you doing?” I asked politely.

“What, are you gay?’ She asked, standing up for a moment. “You don’t feel gay, I’d say ten inches?” She smiled, grinding down on me.

“Well why don’t you let me show you,” I demanded evilly. She didn’t need very long to think about it, flying out of my lap she ran to grab her purse and returned seconds later.

I left my friends at the bar, driving Kaitlin to her apartment. As we entered the front door she unzipped her pants, leaving her silver stilettos on as she clicked across the hardwood floor.

“Are you going beşiktaş escort to show me or what?” She asked drunkenly from the door to her bedroom. I followed quickly, throwing off my shoes on the way. “Mmm John, I have to tell you…back in high school you were always more of a mousy nerd, I wish you were more like this. I probably would have fucked you then,” she smiled sultrily.

She bent over her bed, tugging at her black thong as she exposed her pussy from between her legs.

“Take your shirt off,” I demanded walking to her. I ripped the shirt from her shoulders as she struggled to get it off, exposing her huge tits. They bounced as I threw her down against the bed. She looked up at me, surprised by my newfound dominance.

“Mmm, baby, I love it when you talk so dirty to me,” she smiled, lying on her back. She started to tease her pussy, pulling her thong tight, it slid between her labia pronouncing her hard clit.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I grinned, “but you are going to have to get my interested first.” I demanded looking down at my stiff penis. She sat up on the bed, scooting to the edge of the bed. She unzipped my pants, and pushed them down to my ankles as she pulled my throbbing penis from my boxers.

“Shaved?” She asked surprised. I had decided to shave ever since the fun with Roxxana. “You’re so fucking huge,” she drooled, contemplating how she was going to fit me in her mouth, finally just deciding to do it. I leaned back as she slid my head into her warm mouth, her fingers gently massaging my balls. The veins in my cock throbbed and thickened with every stroke she took, taking even more and more until half my cock was in her mouth, my hands reaching down to play with her breasts as she sucked.

I pushed her back, tits bouncing as her back hit the bed. Her legs fell perfectly open as she looked up at me innocently. I reached down, ripping her thong from her body, smiling as I heard it tear. The smell of her pussy was intoxicating. This was something I had always wanted, but never dared to go for. She moved up on the bed as I got into position. Lying before her, my tongue slowly began to probe along her thigh, in search of this invigorating scent, like a snake searching for a mouse in the desert.

She shuddered and gasped with each lick, with each caress I moved closer and closer. As I reached her pussy, my left hand reached up between her legs extending my index finger as I licked along her slit. Just as I reached her clit, sucking it into my mouth my finger plunged into her asshole. She moaned and quivered as I licked and sucked. Her pussy exploding and dripping from my lashing, her hands grabbed at my back pulling me in harder.

I sat up, throbbing cock hungry for the taste of her juices. Picking her up and throwing her down on her stomach like she was a rag doll I positioned her ass perfectly. Sliding in behind her, my cock licked at her pussy, rubbing in her juices as they drizzled down her inner thigh as she stood on her knees. I pushed her down onto all fours as I pulled my cock up in my hand, thrusting it just high enough to rub her clit. She screamed and shivered as I thrusted softly, grabbing my thigh with her cold hand.

I pulled back and bore down burying my cock in her waiting pussy, as it lay open for me. The sound of it was enough to make me smile, as my cock sunk into her wet pussy she cried out my name, falling onto her breasts. I held onto her waist keeping her in position. As I thrusted harder and harder she screamed louder and louder, grabbing at the bed sheets and squeezing me from within, her tight pussy was creating a vacuum as I thrusted deeper and deeper.

Flipping her onto her back, I pulled her up putting her thighs against my chest as I thrusted my thick cock into her. Feeling her g-spot rub against my shaft as I slowly shoved my cock deeper and deeper inside her tight snatch. She moaned and screamed, and fought against me as I forced her closer and closer to cumming. Finally, she flung back against the bed, convulsing in strong orgasmic pleasure. Her pussy squirted and spurted as she bounced on the bed, her breasts giggling with every movement.

Sitting up, she took my cock in her mouth, sucking and licking it. She smiled tasting her juices as she massaged my shaft. I pulled my cock out as I shot my load on her face. Watching as her surprised face as my cum ran down her chin, dripping onto her bare breasts. She smiled as she laid back in the bed, happy we had done it. She drifted off to sleep, I looked back…in disbelief I had finally done it. Then walked out the door, leaving her naked and alone.

I returned to Amsterdam after the holidays, nothing much had changed there. Work was still work. Roxxana seemed happy and chipper as always. Walking around with her office suit, hiding how much of a sexual freak she truly was with her innocent façade.

“How was your holiday?” She smiled, pulling her head out of the fridge, a blue Tupperware container in hand.

“Pretty uneventful,” I lied. If only she knew the truth. “How about you?” I smiled, wondering istanbul escort how freaky she really got.

“Oh, I went to a fun little retreat with some friends. Have you ever been?”

“To a retreat? No, not in Europe anyway,” I smiled, curious as to what kind of activity she was actually talking about…

Walking around the bar, Roxxana looked around seeing masked man after masked man, wondering…hoping one of them was her friend from before. She couldn’t keep her gaze from all of their swollen peckers, as she walked around noticing all the beautiful men and women, just wanting to be fucked once!

Walking into the bathroom, Roxxana stood in the mirror, primping herself. Checking out her breasts, rubbing her wet clit for just a second. All the sexual tension was driving her wild. Suddenly, something caught her eye in the mirror. Behind her on the wall was a small hole. Walking over to it, Roxxana got down on her knees peering through it she found a room full of gyrating bodies; men and women all participating in sweaty, sexy, orgasmic bliss. Suddenly, someone stood on the other side of the hole. Roxxana watched as a man shoved his hard throbbing cock through the hole.

She looked down, strangely turned on by his penis. She licked it gently, teasing him. Watching as it throbbed, Roxxana wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking it slowly. She dripped some spit into his shaft, lubricating his massage. She bent over, sucking his head into her mouth as her fingers migrated to her pussy, feeling her wet and hard clit. Deep throating his cock, Roxxana felt as he struggled against the wall, quickly coming closer and closer to orgasm.

With a few more tugs, she pulled back watching with excitement as the strange man exploded; his cock shooting its load all over her as she leaned back fingering herself wildly. Roxxana stood up, taking a few moments to compose herself. She looked in the mirror, smiling at her horny naked reflection, then walked out of the bathroom.

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During the day, I had been fixing a bunch of computers. Apparently, somebody decided to get a virus before we all left for vacation and during the break all the computers were infected. So I sent out a server-wide message asking everyone to schedule a time for me to check their computer out. I was excited when I got Roxxana’s response.

As I walked into her office, she eyed me from behind her desk, smiling widely.

“I’m leaving early today, so I figured you could have a look at my computer. It’s been acting kinda funny,” she smiled sheepishly. “I wonder if someone was searching porn or something.”

“You know, having looked through so many of the computers in the building, I wonder HOW people get this much porn on their computers. There are some definite freaks in the building,” I smiled comfortingly. She blushed and looked down at her feet, silently. “Don’t worry, I’m sure it’s just a small bug. Probably something from an email or something like that. I’ll have you fixed up by tomorrow morning. Ok?”

She smiled, leaning in she kissed my cheek. “I don’t know what the company would do without you,” she smiled again, leaning back. The scent of vanilla caught my nose, dragging me after her. “I’m off now, I have an appointment to get my hair done. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she smiled, and ran off.

I sat down to her computer, remembering that night that now seemed so long ago. Right here was where she masturbated so many times. I wondered how many times she had done it since then. As I dug through her files I found something very interesting. A posting she had made to craigslist…

Looking for a great time, I am a young blond woman who is up for anything, the freakier the better. Anal, oral, BDSM, I like it all. Email me with a picture and we’ll set something up. But email quick, my schedule is filling up.

My cock raced to life as I read this. Thoughts and plans, I could really have fun with her. But how? After leaving work that night I stopped at a sex shop on the way, picking up a whip, lube, and some handcuffs. As I was sitting and the counter, the lady behind the counter smiling at me, a mask caught my eye. It was simple, but perfect; a simple black mask, wings reaching down to the chin it would cover most of my face but still allow me clearance to eat her sweet pussy. I bought it without hesitation.

As soon as I got home, I quickly took a few nude shots of myself in the mask. Checking them for perfection as I uploaded them to my computer. I did a simple focus trick and faded the background; it looked like a very nice professional nude, but of ME! I couldn’t believe it as my fingers flew to life, finding the listing and responding quickly. As I sat there at the computer, it took what seemed like hours for her to respond. It was quick and certain.

Come to my place, the front door will be open. I will be blind folded and naked. Tell the doorman you’re here to see Roxxana, he’ll take care of the rest. I’m waiting, don’t make me wait too long, please…I need you inside me.

I grabbed my bag of goodies and ran out the door. bakırköy escort As my car flew down the road plans jumped into my mind. I was nervous, but so excited. I wanted to see that slutty side of her yet again. I yearned for it, to make her mine once more.

I pulled up to her apartment, surprised by how nice it really was. Though I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised, the company paid really well. As I walked up to the doorman, he smiled at me. Realizing I had my mask on, I went to take it off.

“Don’t worry, I know you’re here for Roxxana,” he smiled.

“You get this a lot, I suppose.” I laughed, nervously.

“Actually, you’re the first. She was just very clear what she was hoping for. Go right on up,” he held the door open for me.

As I walked through the lobby to the elevator, many people turned to eye me. I couldn’t blame them; if I had seen a strange man with a masquerade mask on I might be a little curious too. Standing in the elevator, I thought about what I would say to her, trying not to talk to much…by now I was sure she would recognize my voice.

The door was unlocked, as I pushed open her door the smell of vanilla wafted to my nose. My cock immediately rushed to life, throbbing against my leg. Checking my mask in the mirror, I put down my bag.

“Hello?” I called innocently.

“I’m in here,” I very different voice called to me. I turned quickly, surprised by the sultriness. Pulling my bag alongside me, I walked down her stone hallway. Finding her bedroom door wide open. “I hope you shut and locked the door after you, I wouldn’t want this to become a threesome.” She giggled.

“Yes you would,” I demanded, knowing how much of a slut she truly was.

“You’re right, but not tonight.” Lying bare in bed, she called up to me. Blindfolded she could not see what she was in for.

“Are you ready for a fun night?” I asked, grinning.

“I hope so,” her hand reached down to her bare pussy, teasing herself.

“You are such a dirty girl,” I watched with enjoyment as she rubbed at her clit. “But that won’t be allowed tonight,” I cracked the whip.

“Oh?” she grinned, pulling her pussy apart exposing her clit to the warm vanilla air that filled the room. I cracked the whip, this time on the bed next to her. She jumped in surprise. “I’m sorry!” She shouted. “I just got so horny waiting for you, blindfolded, and alone…naked.” She started to caress her body; my cock began pounding against my thigh.

CRACK! I snapped the whip on her thigh, leaving a bright pink mark.

“OUCH! What the fuck?!” She screamed.

“Now, are you ready. You will call me master. Take off your silly blind fold, see your master, know your master.” I demanded. She sheepishly pulled the blindfold from her eyes, afraid of what she might see. I stood before her, black tux, black masquerade mask, and whip.

“Yes master, I will obey,” she got up on her knees, shaking with fear.

“You are right to fear me,” I grinned. “But you will also know my pleasurable side. Prepare to know the most pleasure you have ever felt in your life.” I stepped closer to the bed. “You have a balcony, yes?” I demanded.

“Yes,” she looked down at my crotch; the bulge was clearly visible.

“Take me there,” I demanded, walking along behind her.

Her ass was perfect, gliding from side to side as she walked, her bare feet pattering on the floor. She left the lights off as we walked out into the cold dark night.

“I want you to fuck yourself,” I told her in the darkness. “I want to see you squirm as you start to cum. I want to HEAR you scream as you do cum,” I handed her a vibrator I had purchased, just for this occasion.

“Right here?” She asked, bashfully.

“You act like such a slut, yet you are truly such a prude. Tonight, I will bring out your true nature,” I cracked the whip one more time.

She took a seat on her patio chair, spreading her legs. Caressing her soft, warm body, she started to breathe shallowly eyes closed clearly imagining something.

“I want you to stand up,” I demanded. She did as I said very quickly. As she leaned against the railing, exposing her bottom to the world, I watched grinning evilly. Her feet started to quiver as she got more and more turned on. “Turn around,” I rushed to her, forcing her around pressing my hard cock to her ass.

She gasped, feeling the cold of the metal railing against her stomach. I pressed in harder; sure she could feel my penis as it throbbed against her butt cheek. I grabbed the vibrator from her hand, pulling it along behind her. I turned it on, feeling the vibration in my hand as I pushed it nearer and nearer to her body. Bending her over the railing, I reached down, running the vibrator between her legs. She quivered as it touched her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Digging in my pocket, I pulled out a small bottle of warming lube. I opened it with my teeth, and then drizzled it down her ass crack watching as it ran down reaching her asshole and continuing to her pussy. She continued rubbing, rubbing faster and faster. I heard her moan, the pleasure of her hand and now the warming lube was enough to take her over the edge. When suddenly, I sunk the vibrator in her waiting asshole her body shot straight up, pressing back against me she pushed the vibrator deeper inside herself.

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Lacy and Stacy are mirror image twins who have run wild over their father, Chief Master Victor Bartholomew. They come to W and ask him to build a machine that can determine which of the pair is Mistress and which is the sub so they can join their father’s club. After some careful consideration, W agrees. This story is rather mild, sex-wise and bdsm-wise, but overall has a nice pleasant glow to it. It will especially appeal to those who are into machine-themed stories. In any case, I think you will like it.

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There are few things that upset me more than a client who comes to me at the last minute. And right now I am pretty upset. The annual party for the local BDSM club in which I am actually a member was coming up and I already had more than enough work to do. But as the date got close, I got multiple texts, emails, and voice mails all of which began, “W, would it be possible…”

Some wanted rather standard equipment but wanted it immediately. Luckily, I had most of what they wanted in stock. Some wanted specialized equipment that no amount of money could make happen in the time available. Some wanted… well, they didn’t know what they hell they wanted. And then there were the twins.

Lacy and Stacy were RBB twins. RBB is a notation I use in my personal files. It stands for Rich Bitch Brat. That doesn’t mean I won’t do work for them. I work for some pretty nasty people, so petty, spoiled brats are not a problem. As long as someone doesn’t want an assassination device or some kind of pure torture equipment or a device that would do permanent bodily harm, I don’t care what kind of personality someone has. As long as their money is good, I will build what they want. And for most of my clients their money is good… and plentiful.

Unfortunately, many of their children are brats. So I have to regularly deal with RBBs and RABs. The A stands for asshole. Somehow it doesn’t feel right to me to call a female an asshole, though I have met a few for whom the epithet actually fits. And I’ve met a few males who qualify more for the bitch moniker. The twins were definitely RBBs.

Lacy and Stacy were spoiled brats growing up. When they turned twenty-one and their full trusts became available to them, they got worse. Their dad, Victor Bartholomew, knew they were brats. He once said, “I wish I could blame their mother for them being spoiled, but I’m the Master of the house. I’m the one who did it.”

Victor was afraid that his Master-slave relationship with their mother, Barbara- known in the club as slave babs- might bleed into his parenting. It did, but in reverse. He was so afraid that he would be too masterful over his children that he basically let them run feral. They grew up pretty wild and had several run-ins with the law. When they were nineteen, they and several of their college friends, got arrested when the cops busted a free-for-all drug-induced orgy in the middle of the town park. The arresting officer told them, “I would think that children of Chief Master Victor would know what was allowed and what wasn’t tolerated in this town.”

After daddy had bailed them out and paid the fines, they wanted to know what this “Chief Master” thing was all about. He tried to put them off, but they pushed pretty hard. And it is hard enough for a father to resist one daughter batting her big doe eyes at him. When two do it in unison, resistance becomes almost impossible. He told them what Chief Master meant… sort of. The BDSM club scene is something that is better experienced than described. They were made probationary members of the club and classified as “neutrals.” That is the same designation used for a spouse who knows of her husband’s- or his wife’s- membership, but does not participate as a Master bayrampaşa escort or a submissive.

Last year they attended the annual munch as observers… more or less. Their eyes got really wide the first time they saw their mother naked at their father’s feet. Their eyes- and their mouths- got even wider as they witnessed some of the activities of the club. Nothing- except the actual Master/slave relationships- was anything that they, themselves, hadn’t already seen, done, or participated in. What was surprising to them was that someone as old and uncool as their parents did any of that. Chief Master Daddy was a little surprised himself that both of his daughters knew how to tie some of the complicated bondage knots that were used for various activities during the night.

This year is the last year that the twins can attend as probationary members. At this year’s meeting- if they desire to remain members- they have to declare themselves as Mistresses or submissives and request full membership. If they chose Mistress, they will have to find a submissive… and a mentor who will guide them in the proper rules, expectations, and responsibilities of that position. If they choose submissive they will have to find a Master or Mistress who will fully train them. The club will, of course, help them in all of that once they have declared themselves.

About three months before the meeting, they came to me and asked me to create a special machine for their “coming out” as they called it. They have this habit of talking in a weird almost unison that can drive you nuts in a really short time. It is bad enough that one will start a sentence and the other will finish it, but sometimes they will alternate basically every other word or speak in perfect unison. Or worse, they will suddenly babble at each other in some strange not-really-a-language that only they could speak or understand. They have the strongest twin bonding I have ever seen or experienced. It is like dealing with one person split in two.

Stacy and Lacy are identical twins with perfectly-proportioned faces and equally perfect bodies to match. Some of my friends would say that the twins have small tits, but I disagree. I go by the adage that more than a handful is helpful, but more than a mouthful is wasteful. Their 36C breasts are perky and symmetrical, and their bright pink nipples point just slightly up. Since both girls are exactly 5′ 3″ that means that when you are looking down at them, their breasts are looking up at you, often through a thin, clingy blouse or sweater… and no bra.

Most people can’t tell them apart, but if you can get your gaze to move up a little ways off their chests and actually look at their faces, it’s pretty simple. Both girls are heterochromatic. That sounds like some weird sexual perversion, but heterochromia actually means that your eyes are multicolored. It can be in one eye with part of the circle of the iris green and the rest brown or it can be complete heterochromia, sometimes called pure heterochromia, where one eye is one color and the other eye is a totally different color.

Lacy’s left eye is a brilliant Irish blue, while her right eye is heather green. Stacy is a mirror image. Her right eye is blue while her left eye is green. You just have to remember that the blue (L)eft eye belongs to (L)acy.

Lacy also has a small, round birthmark in the center of her left buttocks- again remember the L in Left and Lacy. Stacy has the same, identical birthmark, but it is in the center of her right buttocks. I have seen them both in bikinis, or maybe what they wore that day should have been called microkinis- besides which they were topless. In any case, I’ve seen just about everything there is to see for both Lacy and Stacy and can tell them apart from the front or from the back… providing their eyes are open and their asses are bare.

I once asked Stacy if she had situs inversus, since she was a mirror image of Lacy in every other way. I had to explain that it wasn’t an illness, but rather just the term for someone whose heart and other organs were on the opposite side of where they were in most people.

She looked at me a little confused and then said, “Oh! That’s why the doctor listens to me here…” pointing to just beneath her right breast, “… and he listens to Lacy here…” pointing to just beneath her left breast.”

She smiled at me, pointed down at her crotch, and said, “But the important stuff in the middle is in the right place.” Then she cocked her head as if she were thinking and said, “But my larger flap is on the right side while Lacy’s is on the left.”

It was my turn to look confused until I realized that she was talking about her labia that extended slightly from her slit. That was one identifier that I didn’t think I needed to remember because I would probably never, ever see it.

The day they came to me they were surprisingly respectful. “Mr W, they said in unison. Then they continued in their every other word fashion, “we – would escort bayan istanbul – like – you – to – build – us – a machine – or machines – so – that – we – can – decide – which of us is a slave – and which of us is a Master.”

Then they both smiled at me with the most mischievous smiles I had ever seen. As they stood there for what seemed like several minutes standing totally still with their heads cocked slightly to one side and that little girl smile frozen on their faces I realized why their dad had such a hard time not spoiling them. I also noticed that Lacy’s smile curled upward slightly more on the left side while Stacy’s curled more on the right side.

“I assume you want this machine for the night of the party,” I replied, “and not for some special event.”

Their bodies remained frozen, but their faces relaxed as they answered in unison, “Of course, Mister W. It would be even better if the machine or perhaps the people at the party made the decision for us.”

Then Lacy said, “We know that one of us is the Master sometimes, but not all the time.” And Stacy continued, “And one of us is the submissive slave sometimes, but not all the time.” Then they said in unison, “We are our own Mistress and submissive pair, but we don’t know which is which. Would you help us find out? … Please?”

That last word was drawn out quite a bit and accompanied by the synchronized batting of two sets of eyelashes. No wonder Master Victor couldn’t resist them.

“OK,” I responded, “but there are some caveats. You came to me really late for this so I am going to have to push aside other projects rather than scheduling it in. That means that I am going to charge you triple for my labor. The parts will also be more expensive because I will have to use priority rush shipping from God knows where for things I might need. In other words, it is going to be expensive.”

“We agree,” they said in unison. They didn’t ask the price, but for most of my stuff, including when I am doing detective work for someone, if you have to ask, you can’t afford me.

“And for this to work,” I added sternly, “it will have to be a surprise to everyone, including you. No one sees what I have built until the night of the party.”

“We agree,” they again said in unison.

“OK, then,” I said, trying to hold my stern demeanor against the onslaught of their beauty, their sparkling eyes, and their smiles. “Now get your pretty little almost identical asses out of here.”

“Bye, Mister W,” they both said as they turned and bounced out of my shop. As they went through the big door, they both turned and gave me a little wave. Lacy waved with her left hand while Stacy waved with her right. Or maybe it was the other way around. They weren’t close enough for me to see the colors of their eyes.

After they left, I expressed my frustration by talking to myself in a bad imitation of their unison voices, “Mister W, what in the hell have you gotten yourself into this time?”

My apprehension got a boost later that afternoon when I heard a soft knock at the door to my shop. I wasn’t expecting anyone and the security warning hadn’t indicated that anyone had driven into the parking lot. Also, there were no cars visible on the security monitor. I flipped the monitor to the door camera- which would have happened automatically if whoever it was had used the doorbell.

I put my Glock back in its holder beneath my workbench when I saw the smiling face of Lacy- without Stacy or anyone else- standing at my door.

I opened the door and gestured for her to come in. “Yes?” I asked.

“Well… um… Mister W,” she began haltingly, “I have some additional… specifications… for whatever it is that you are going to build for me and Stacy.”

“And they are?” I said, trying to keep any suspicion or anger out of my voice. I was already starting to regret agreeing to this. It was beginning to feel like a typical RBB project.

“Well,” she began after taking a big breath and letting it out, “what we said before wasn’t exactly true. I mean, both Stacy and I enjoy someone doing things to us. But Stacy enjoys it a lot more than me. And we both enjoy being really in charge. But I enjoy it a lot more than Stacy. So I think that both of us would be happiest if you would rig the machine or the final results or whatever so it comes out that I am the Mistress and Stacy is the submissive.”

She batted her eyes at me and asked, “Do you know what I mean?”

“Yes, I think I do,” I answered, slowly nodding my head up and down. “You want to cheat to make sure that Stacy is your slave and you are her Mistress.”

“It sounds kind of harsh when you say it like that,” she replied, “but, yes, that’s what I want you to do.” She made a strange face and sort of shrugged and then said, “I think both of us would be happiest that way.”

“OK,” I said. “I will take that into consideration as I design and build… whatever.”

“Thanks, Mister W,” she said with a big smile.

“One taksim vip escort thing,” I said, stopping her from turning to leave. “I don’t see a car out there. How did you get here?”

I actually was more interested in how she got all the way up to the door of my shop without triggering any of the security systems.

“Oh,” she said, almost excited, “I rode my bicycle. The trail goes along where the tracks used to be. I locked my bike to a tree and then came across the big concrete area where they tore down the warehouse. Then I just walked around your building to the front door.”

“Thank you,” I said, “that is very helpful to know.”

As soon as she left, I made several notations about upgrading my security system. I normally do a threat assessment every six months, and the warehouse was still there six months ago. I mentally kicked myself in the ass for not checking things when it was recently taken down. My sensors were set up to detect someone going into or out of the area between the buildings. I hadn’t realized there was a blind spot between the sensors that became a hole in my detection once the building was gone. Once Lacy, with her petite size, was actually against the side of my building, she slipped under the sensors. It was time for a full upgrade on all of that. My workshop isn’t quite as protected as my houses, but I don’t want someone sneaking up on me and surprising me.

I went back to my desk to work on a few ideas that were forming in my head. Then about an hour later I heard another soft knock on the door. I triggered the camera and almost said, “What now, Lacy?” but then I noticed the blue eye was on the right side. This was Stacy.

I opened the door and gestured for her to come in. “Yes?” I asked.

The sense of dejavu was absolute as she began, “Well… um… Mister W… I have some additional… specifications… for whatever it is that you are going to build for me and Lacy.”

“And they are?” I said, trying to keep from smiling like an idiot. Somehow I knew for sure what she was going to say next. And she didn’t disappoint me.

“Well,” she began after taking a big breath and letting it out, “what we said before wasn’t exactly true. I mean, both Lacy and I enjoy someone doing things to us. But Lacy enjoys it a lot more than me. And we both enjoy being really in charge. But I enjoy it a lot more than Lacy. So I think that both of us would be happiest if you would rig the machine or the final results or whatever so it comes out that I am the Mistress and Lacy is the submissive.”

She batted her eyes at me and asked, “Do you know what I mean?”

“Yes, I think I do,” I answered, slowly nodding my head up and down. There were several things I wanted to say, but I decided to stick to the script and said, “You want to cheat to make sure that Lacy is your slave and you are her Mistress.”

“It sounds kind of harsh when you say it like that,” she replied, “but, yes, that’s what I want you to do.” She made the same strange face that Lacy had, shrugged and said, “I think both of us would be happiest that way.”

“OK,” I said. “I will take that into consideration as I design and build… whatever.”

“Thanks, Mister W,” she said with a big smile.

After she left, as I was walking back to my desk, I could have sworn I saw a white rabbit hop into the corner, sit up on his back legs, and check the time on his big pocket watch before he said to me in Lacy and Stacy’s unison voices, “Welcome to Wonderland, Mister W.”

My subconscious was working more than overtime warning me that shit was getting weird. I opened my desk drawer and took out my bottle of dark rum and a small glass. As I filled it nearly to the brim I said, “Curiouser and curiouser.” Then I sat sipping rum and making notes and sketches on my big desk pad. Seven hours and half a bottle of rum later, I had gotten nowhere. I looked over at the corner of the room to see if my watch-wearing rabbit had any ideas, but he had evidently hopped off to inhabit someone else’s hallucinations. Then I did what I should have done as soon as Stacey left. I called Jamie.

“How’s my favorite shrink?” I asked when she answered the phone.

“Something is up, W,” she replied, “or you wouldn’t have called me at home at this hour.”

“What time is it?” I asked, and she replied with that deep throaty laugh of hers, “Something is definitely up, W, if you’ve lost track of time. How much of that bottle of rum do you have left?”

I sputtered slightly and said, “What makes you think I’ve been drinking rum?”

“You always sip rum so you can think better when you are working on a difficult problem,” she said in her professional therapist voice. “Since it’s damn near midnight, I’d say you’ve thought your way through at least half-a-bottle.”

“It’s at least a half-a-bottle problem,” I replied. “I got suckered into making something for the Bartholomew twins and I don’t know what to do.”

“I can’t help you design something,” she replied softly. “You’re the technical genius.”

“The equipment is a minor part of the problem,” I answered. “Lacy and Stacey are the big problem. I’m supposed to come up with something that determines which of them is Mistress and which is submissive and they both want me to cheat so the other is the submissive.”

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She noticed the goose pimples along her legs as the cool morning air licked her bare skin. She didn’t care as she was taking in the outdoors and savoring all the different hues of green that accompanied a country club’s golf course. The dew still glistened on the grass and you could hear the sounds of birds beginning their day with songs. It was Sunday and she was excited when her butt was given a good smack this morning by RJ’s hand to wake her up. At first she thought she did something wrong, but his warm playful smile immediately relived her fears.

“Its Sunday sleepy head.” RJ stated “How would you like to come golfing with me today?”

She didn’t know anything about golf except how boring it was to watch on TV, but a chance to get out of the office and to be with him was something she definitely wanted.

“Yes Sir.” She smiled and nodded her head.

“Then get ready, we leave in 30 mins.”

She was up in a flash and before she knew it she was trying to balance a golf bag full of clubs in the elevator on its way down to the lobby. He had given her a little white outfit that almost looked like a tennis outfit including a white visor with a small pink swoosh symbol on it. She barely even noticed that he had neglected to give her any panties to wear, as he never let her wear them in the office anymore. She enjoyed how spontaneous he could be and full of passion when it concerned her. At times she felt so completely used and cherish all at the same time.

Like the other day when she walked into his office carrying his lunch, he suddenly grabbed her and bent her over the desk and began driving that delicious cock of his into her from behind. All she could do was hold onto the edge of the desk as his hips pounded against her ass. It was just the wild suddenness of it that was so erotic for her.

A quick wave of panic as his strong hands subdued her; followed by the rough initial thrust inside her making her gasp with pain and feel her cheeks redden with shame as she laid there helplessly used for his pleasure. She loved how he understood her need for shame and then push her past it to a place of freedom she had never known before she met him.

She remembered while he was taking her over the desk, the phone rang and he placed his hand on her back holding her still and he started talking on the phone. She listened to the sound of his voice talking nonchalantly chuckling and making small talk with the person on the other end of the phone while his hard cock was still inside her and it drove her so crazy that she came violently right then and there. After he hung up the phone he pulled out of her denying her his release for cumming without permission and made her stand there bent over the desk letting her juices running down her legs. He took his seat directly behind her so that her ass was directly in front of him and for the rest of the afternoon he kept her in mecidiyeköy escort a state between shame and orgasm by working around her always-calling attention to the nuisance of having to reach around her because she was in his way.

From time to time he would use his fingers to play with her mindlessly as he carried on with his work. He decided she had enough when he asked her a question and all she could do was moan something incoherently. He then stood up and using his hand to spank her and she lost count of the orgasms as his hand brought liquid fire all over her ass. It just seemed like one long orgasm that didn’t stop.

Later, she remembered opening her eyes and she was laying in bed in his arms. He was asleep yet his arms still held onto her and she could hear his heartbeat with her head against his chest. She loved him for using her and for cherishing her. There was nothing she missed…miss…Miss…

“Miss!” repeated the elevator man as he held open the elevator door looking at her.

She blinked and then realized the elevator had reached the lobby. She blushed at the man and mumbled an apology and picked up the heavy golf bag and walked out of the elevator. She gave the bag to the driver outside and then got into the car with RJ and they drove to the country club.

Inside she felt a bit timid, as everything seemed so open. She missed the office already as it somehow made her feel safe from the world. Here the world seemed to close in on her and she stayed very close to RJ wherever he went. It wasn’t long till another couple showed up.

The man walked over in a manner full of himself and wearing the kind of smile a used car salesman wore. He heartily shook RJ’s hand. The only charisma this man had was that he was so transparently fake; you knew you could count on him to consistently be shallow. She noticed that as he talked to RJ, his eyes were focused on her and she felt very uneasy by his presence and took a half step back behind RJ to shield herself from his gaze. When she looked to the lady, all she got was a jealous look of contempt, which magically disappeared into a disarming smile when RJ said hello to her.

“Hello Dave, good to see you and Reysha again,” said RJ. “Our tee time is in about 10 mins. We will meet you on the 1st Tee and get started.”

She wasn’t to thrilled to learn that she would be riding in a golf-cart with Reysha behind RJ and Dave. She decided to make the best of the situation knowing this is what RJ wanted and she would just keep to herself and enjoy the outdoors.

She watched with some amusement when Dave teed up his ball and his swing was short and choppy resulting in all manner of directions, except straight, the golf ball would take when he hit it. RJ’s swing though was something to watch. She held her breath as he stood up to the ball and she wanted to see him do good. As she watch him, it vip escort istanbul seemed he was not rushed or hurried and his body moved with grace bringing all the force of that club head down impacting the ball sending it soaring down the center of the fairway. She almost clapped with delight and he just smiled at her and gave her a wink as he climbed into his cart with Dave to chased off after their balls. She expected their cart to follow but it didn’t move and she looked over to see Reysha looking at her with a smirk on her face.

“Oh honey, you really got this whole thing down.” Said Reysha.

She looked at her questioningly. “What…what do you mean?”

“Ooooh pleaaase.” Reysha responded rolling her eyes. “Your little shy routine isn’t gonna work on me honey. Let’s get something straight here and now… You so much as bat your eyelashes at my master and I am gonna scratch your eyes out.”

She felt her anger build up inside her along with a measure of fear. She didn’t know what to say so she just focused ahead and didn’t say anything. The cart leaped ahead as Reysha stomped on the accelerator.

One thing about golf was it was a long game. They were only on the 9th hole two hours later and still had 9 more holes to go. She was glad they were stopping at the club house for a break as she had her fill of Reysha wiggling her little ass around and bending over shamelessly picking up the golf balls from the cup making sure that she gave the men a little shot of her undercarriage each time she did. She just wanted to take the flag she was holding and stab this little bitch with it.

She calmed down a bit when RJ came over and gave her a quick kiss and told her we were going to take a break before doing the back nine. She got up from the cart and walked around back to use the bathroom. When she came out she wasn’t watching where she was going as she was looking down and bumped into Dave. When she looked up and saw who it was she took a step backwards.

“I…I’m sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going.” She said stepping quickly to the side.

His hand reached out and quickly grabbed her by the arm and she held her breath.

“It’s ok. I don’t mind at all.” He replied as he looked her up and down. “Hmmm aren’t you a little sweet thing?”

“Please let go of me.” She said quietly.

His grip on her arm tightened as he replied. “I will let go of you when I am done having my look at you.”

Just then a voice came from around the side of the building.

“No, you are going to take your hand off of her right now.” RJ’s voice came low and with conviction carrying with it a promise of retribution that made Dave’s blood run cold.

Dave’s hand released it’s grip. She quickly moved over behind RJ.

Dave broke out into his salesman smile and shrugged with his palms outward towards RJ.

“Hey now… come on you know sarıyer escort how it is RJ, I was just looking at the new girl is all. I didn’t mean anything by…”

RJ didn’t say a word he just stepped up and caught Dave across the jaw mid sentence with a powerful right hand and watched him fall to the ground.

“No Dave I have no idea what you are talking about. We’re threw. Your out.”

Dave tasted blood and spit. “You can’t get rid of me! You need me to finish the real-estate deal.”

RJ rubbed his hand, which pulsated with pain. “Not any more I don’t.”

RJ turned and walked away and she followed him.

Just then Reysha was coming out of the club house with a full tray of ice-tea drinks for everyone. When she saw Rehsha she reached out and hit the tray of drinks from underneath causing all the drinks to pour all over her.

They walked through the clubhouse to the car and drove to the office building. It was clear RJ had broken his hand and it was swelling and turning black and blue. They didn’t say anything she just knelt down in the back of the limo and laid her head on his thigh. She lightly held his hand and softly kissed it.

She looked up at RJ who stared out the window deep in thought.

“Sir?” She whispered.

He looked down in her direction and met her eyes. Waiting for her to continue.

“This…is bad isn’t it?”

At first he thought she was talking about the whole incident, which just happened, but then he saw her eyes and knew she understood the deeper ramifications of the situation. He could tell she knew the important role Dave played in the real-estate deal.

“Yes, it is bad.” He replied quietly and then turned and looked out the window again.

She kissed his hand and let a few moments of silence pass gathering up her courage for what she was about to say.

“Sir, don’t do this over some foolish pride notion over me. It’s not worth it.”

He turned and looked at her again. Then pulled her up into his lap and kissed her.

“It will be alright, I will think of something. And…”

He lifts her chin to look into her eyes.

“Don’t ever call how I feel for you foolish again.”

“Yes Sir”

She put her arms around his neck and held onto him till they reached the office building. RJ told the driver to go pick up his doctor and bring him to the office. She made up an ice pack and made up a drink for RJ and made sure he was comfortable till the doctor arrived. The doctor told her it wasn’t too bad, just a small fracture and he placed it in a wrist-hand brace to keep it straight. He told her he was sleeping as he gave him something to help him sleep. If it began to bother him further, have him come down and he would take another look at it. She thanked him and saw him out.

She peeked in and saw him sleeping and turned and walked to her desk. She opened up her laptop with a calculating coldness. She looked once towards the room where RJ rested then spoke to herself in a low voice.

“Before I am done with you Dave, you will wish you never caused trouble for my master.”

Her fingers began to move over the keyboard setting her plan into motion.

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Dominating the Field Ch. 04

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She looked over at watched his chest rise and fall. She put her hand on his chest and felt the small wispy hairs as she ran her hand over the skin. All she could do was snuggle up closer to him and wrap her arms around his waist. They hadn’t really talked much after sitting down to dinner together. They had seen a few more of the parents and children from the tournament. He kept asking if anyone was looking at them and each time when she looked around no one was. Kids were chasing each other around. A mother scolded one of her children as he leaned over the partition. It was a normal restaurant ,but she could feel his anxiety.

“Come on Andy we just need to go back up to the room.” She had eaten with a never ending appetite as they sat there. Her burger and fries were the first things to go. He just sat there and picked at his food.

“God Rich what is wrong?” She began to reach over and grab pieces of chicken from his plate and dab them in her ketchup.

“Andy stop that .. there are going to think we are together … I mean seeing each other .. I mean seeing allot of each other.. Not that it was bad.” He was babbling as he sat there. The endless stream of words.

“Rich can you please just be quiet. Its ok we are both adults. Nothing bad is going to happen. I am divorced your single and we are both refereeing a youth soccer league. This is not the World Cup.” He seemed to ease back into his chair somewhat and he stopped picking at his food. She managed to get him back up to her room. Each time he spoke she was hoping he would demand that she strip off her clothes and slide into bed with him. Instead he just drank a glass of water and took a shower. He walked out in a pair of shorts and T-Shirt and just plopped down into bed. After watching 20 minutes of Sportscenter without saying a word he finally rolled over and fell asleep. She let out a sigh and curled up next to him. She let out another sigh as she rubbed his chest. His soft breath turned into a dull snore as his hand slid onto her ass.

“I just wish you were more ….like what I thought you would be like.” She pushed his hand off her ass and grabbed at the pillow and quickly fell asleep.

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She quickly woke up as she heard a pounding on the door.

“Mommy? Are you there?” She heard Rylee calling for her through the door and tensed up instantly. Her eyes darted over to Rich as he began to wake up. Her hands reached out and shook him awake. He stirred slightly before she slapped her hand over his mouth. She grabbed him by the arm and forced him into a closet. He still wasn’t completely awake before she shut the door.

“Just please stay here and don’t make a sound. I don’t want Michael or Rylee to see you.” A flicker of anger formed on his face before she shut the door in his face. She pulled a T-shirt over her head and ran over to the door.

“Sorry I forgot you guys were coming so early and I must have slept in.” Her eyes drifted over Michael as he looked at her with a quizzical look on his face.

“Andy you have never overslept.” Michael was right she never had overslept the entire time they were married. By the time seven a.m. rolled around she was already up and going. Her mind grabbed onto a small sliver of truth.

“Well I was just exhausted. Those kids, it felt like they ran me over 10 miles yesterday and I just collapsed last night and dropped into bed. I am gonna need some pain pills just to keep standing the entire time.” She heard a groan come from the closet. Michael looked over at the door as Rylee walked over to the bed and jumped in and flipped on the TV. She was already in her uniform and would be playing in a few hours.

“What was that noise?” Michael looked over to the closet door where she felt Rich’s eyes bore through mirrored glass.

“I think the water heater for the floor is behind that wall. Its been making noise all night long. ” Michael seemed hesitant but satisfied with her explanation as she shifted from one foot to the other.

“Michael can you take Rylee down to the restaurant and get her some breakfast. I still need to take a shower, do my hair, put on makeup, and a few other things.” It was the truth. He had to believe it. That’s when he did it. She felt him lean forward for a second like he was going to kiss her. Then he just shook his head and walked back out the door.

“Princess let your Mother get dressed and I’ll take you down for breakfast.” Rylee looked up for a second as she kept flipping through the channels.

“But we already ate Daddy.” Michael just shook his head and looked at Rylee again.

“Well I am hungry and you probably want a milkshake.” Rylee looked up with surprise and leapt off the bed and ran off to her father. She watched both disappear out the door as Michael desperately tried to shake the quandary that was before him. She moved back over to the closet and opened it. The first thing she saw were Rich’s eyes boring into her forehead.

“I don’t kağıthane escort appreciate being pushed into a closet Andy.” God he was pissed. She felt her thighs dampen slightly at his tone.

“I am so sorry… uh Master?” She tried to plead with her body language. His eyes softened somewhat as he began to put on his pants.

“Andy are you serious about this?” The bed felt cool as she sat down. Her T-shirt rode up around her hips. His hand reached out and rubbed her knee.

“If you are Master. I am completely serious.” He smiled a small grin and broke out laughing. He ran his fingers under his nose and around his mouth.

“Ok but exactly why? I mean why would you do this?” She sat for a second and felt her nipples harden and her breath quicken.

“I don’t know why it just makes me feel.. safe and more … I guess confident would be the word .. and it makes me feel attractive. ” A dumbfounded look came across his face.

“So you enjoy being objectified? You enjoy being ordered around by some guy?” Next time I ask a guy to be my Master I am gonna bring a letter of introduction.

“Yes, by some strong guy. It makes me feel like more of woman to have a man take me and use me. To know that I make him feel good and that he wants me in every way.” She reached out and rubbed his chest and played with the hairs on his chest. She felt small goosebumps rise on his chest. He breathed in and out quickly and looked at her.

“Andy … I want to be that guy for you. But I want you to tell me if I hurt you. If you can do that then I can be that man for you.” She smiled as she nodded. Maybe she was wrong for once. Maybe he can be what she needs in her life.

“Well if your fine with it then .. Wednesday I want you alone and ready for me.” She felt her nipples harden more as she pulled off her shirt and rubbed her breasts.

“Yes sir.” She slid over his lap as she felt his hand rub her ass.

“Did you push me in the closet on purpose?” She smiled as she felt the first smack land on her ass.

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All day Wednesday all she could think about was Rich. He had been gone all week or at least he wasn’t answering his phone or email. She had even asked another one of the referees if she had seen Rich. No one knew anything. She was about to give up and fix Rylee’s dinner when she heard her phone ring. She quickly answered it and heard Rich’s voice at the other end.

“Are you alone?” She felt her nipples harden the instant she heard it.

“No I have Rylee with me.” She heard a sigh on the other end.

“I told you to make yourself free now fix it and I will be there in about 45 minutes and I don’t think you really want her there… ” She tried to mutter out a request to put it off ,but the phone just went dead. She tried to call him back ,but the phone went straight to voice mail. She called Julia and begged her to take Rylee for a sleepover. Julia tried to say she was busy until she told her she had a date. Julia had tried to worm out every detail ,but she told her just to get over here now and she would tell her everything tomorrow. Even when she finally came to pickup Rylee it took all her willpower to finally force Julia out the door and back into her car. It was maybe five minutes later that she saw Rich pull up. He pulled out a large rolling suit case and set it down on the porch.

“Anything I want right?” She nodded again and wrapped her arms around him and tried to kiss him. He leaned in slightly and gave her a quick peck. His hand roughly massaged her ass through the jeans she was wearing.

“First off I think you need a time out ,but we need to put you in the right frame of mind. Strip, all of it.” She tried to reach for the door to her house to go back in but his hand reached out and shut it before she could open it back.

“Here?” His eyes never faltered for a second. She tried to reach for the door his hand held the door firm.

“Yes” She watched Rich grab for his suitcase and start to step down off the porch.

“No wait I’ll do it.” She looked around and didn’t see anyone coming down the road. Mrs. O’Brien was already asleep anyway. She grabbed her T-shirt and pulled it off. She regretted not putting on some better underwear as he saw the plain white bra come out. He grabbed her shirt and tossed it over a arm. She reached down and unzipped her jeans and pulled them down. At least the plain white thong might interest him. She turned around and ran her hands over her ass as she stepped out of her pants. She spun around on her heels as she watched his eyes. Nothing.

“The underwear and bra too.” She tried to speak ,but his hand reached out and slapped an ass cheek. Her hands slid together over her crotch as she looked at him. His hands just grabbed at hers and pulled them apart.

“If you want me to leave I will. You already pissed me off once this week Andy.” She felt a lump form in her throat. A small voice in her head told elit escort istanbul her that she should have been careful what she wished for. A smirk hid any reassurance she could find in his face.

“Now lose the bra and undies NOW.” She hooked her fingers into the panties and slid them down her legs and handed them to him. His foot reached out and kicked her ankles apart. She felt a slight sway enter her body before she regained her balance. His hand reached up and steadied her. Her eyes managed to look up at his as he only managed a curt nod. Her hands shook as she reached up and took off her bra.

“Now can we go inside Rich? Please?” She begged with her eyes. He pointed to the bag.

“You can take that in when you go.” All she could think of was.. Who is this guy? Rich was so neurotic and worried about me that he could barely even smack me for biting him. Now here I am carrying his bag into my house not wearing a damn thing. She shook her head as the bag caught the door jam. Rich gave it a stiff kick as she slid back onto the floor inside of her house. He walked over to the closet and opened the door.

“Get in.” She walked into the closet and sat down. For once she was glad there was carpet in the closet bottom. The door gradually shut and she heard Rich jamming it shut.

“You know I should just call your ex-husband and tell him that your nude inside of this closet. From what I saw he would definitely enjoy that.” A slight chuckle greeted her ears. Then she heard it. He was starting to open drawers and open cabinets. He was looking for something. For a brief second she felt up. Oh my god he can’t be looking for that.

“Rich what are you doing?” The sound of buttons being pushed on her phone stopped as he approached the closet.

“Easy I said I was going to call your husband. I am looking through your cell phone. I am sure his number is in it.” She instantly reached for the door handle. She pushed and pushed ,but it wouldn’t come open. He must have jammed it shut. She heard the phone continue to have buttons pressed on it.

“Well is 708-9134.. his number.” God that was Michael’s house. What is wrong with Rich. She waited for a second. Think .. think .. think. If Michael finds out about this…

“Master please let me out? I know I was bad for pushing you into the closet ,but I promise it won’t happen again.” She scratched at the bottom of the door. God she wished she had just blown him in the hotel on Sunday then he couldn’t throw this back in her face.

“Please let me out. I’ll be good and I promised I would do anything you wanted. Just let me out.” A small squeak of the door hinges greeted her ears as Rich opened the door. She looked up at him.

“I will let you out in a few minutes.” She watched him slam the door shut and heard his foot-steps in the kitchen as he opened the fridge and opened a soda. What was going on. She heard the television flip on and the metal clang of something heavy flopping down on the couch. Time seemed to creep by as she sat there. A chill surged through the air as she sat there. Goosebumps rose up on every inch of her skin. Her nipples hardened to almost the point of a dull ache. Her hands grazed them as she reached up and found a coat. It was a old leather jacket that she had worn back in college. The jacket didn’t cover much as she slipped it over her body. Her hands covered her crotch as she tried to keep warm. She shivered slightly as she looked under the door. The television boomed in the distance as she continued to wait. She closed her eyes and leaned back. A series of breaths passed her lips as she sat there. Just as her mind was drifting off. She heard it.

“Oh my god I couldn’t believe it when I saw him. He was standing there without his shirt on and no matter how hard I try I just can’t get him out of my mind. I can’t even keep my hands out of my pants. He is just so I don’t know… forceful. I wonder if he is like that for real?” She pushed toward the door as she stood up. That was her journal. He must have grabbed it off her desk. She listened intently as he continued to read it.

“Rich can you please not read that?” She heard him laugh.

“I am borrowing it. It will be an interesting read.” She could hear him continuing to flip through the pages. She reached for the door handle and felt that it was again jammed shut. The door to her porch opened and slammed shut. That journal .. she had kept it for almost 10 years. The entries were sporadic at best ,but it held so much about her. So much about her that she didn’t want anyone to know.

“I knew I should have locked it up.” She had started leaving it out ever since Michael left. Her hand reached down and rubbed her pussy as she stood there. Her nipples ached with each caress.

“Yes you should have and next time well we can see what happens then. ” A rough slam against the door told her he was standing against it.

“What do you mean by that?” She felt a growing buzzing of nervousness fatih escort mixed with a heavy tint of arousal drift over her.

“Well it seems from all of this. What happened on Saturday and what has happened tonight that you don’t like to be out of control. You just want the illusion of it.” She felt a gentle dampness surge through her crotch. Who is this guy?

“That entire night wasn’t even about us. It was about you and your fantasy of what you wanted. You didn’t want me. You wanted someone to spank you and play your game. I don’t care what you want. I am tired of being the nice guy and I think this is the perfect time for me to show someone that.” Her hand snaked down and felt the growing dampness as she settled back down onto her knees. Her hips arched into her hand as she heard his breathing outside of the door. The light almost blinded her as she knelt in front of him.

“Did I say you could put that on?” She quickly pulled the jacket off and crawled out of the closet.

“No sir, but I removed it and there is no problem now.” He smiled again.

“I think that is for me to decide…. Candy.” Her eyebrows shot up like she had been hit by a bolt of lighting. She felt a glowing cloud of redness form on her chest and spread into her face. Her nipples begged to be touched as her began to rub faster.

“Uh Rich that is not my name and I really don’t like you calling me that.” She felt her body try to catch up with the breath that she was expending. His hand slapped her ass as she knelt there. She let out a brief whimper. As a second tried to form ,but she crushed it in her mouth. His hand reached out and grabbed her chin. His thumb pressing over her lips.

“I think you are just saying that.. I mean you started rubbing yourself as soon as I said that.” She jerked her hand away and placed it on her thigh.

“Too late you can’t put the candy back in the dish and expect not to be punished for it. Now tell me you love your new name.” She tried to relax ,but her body kept betraying her. Her hands moved up and down her thighs desperate to finish what she had started. Her eyes met his and she knew she didn’t want to break that easy. If he wants it so bad .. he is going to have to take it. She clinched her jaws together and put her hands over her chest.

“No.” She shook her head and smiled back at him. Fine if he wants to give me the name of a stuck up stripper… I am going to act like one.

“Good.” Good? What did he mean by that? Before her mind could figure out anything further she felt him push her forward onto her stomach and pull her arms behind her. His hand pressed on the back of her head as his body pressed into her back. She heard a small zip as she felt something plastic loop around her wrists and tighten.

“There.. I wish I could have found some handcuffs ,but if zip ties work for the cops. Well they can hold you.” She jerked her arms from side to side as she tried to get free of the zip ties that now bound her wrists. He seemed to like watching her struggle as he sat down on the floor next to her. His hands reached over and roamed up and down her torso. His fingertips rubbed up and down each rib as he sat there. Her eyes shut as she gave into his ministrations. The warmth of his hands felt so comforting after she had been pushed into the cold closet. His hands felt along her knees as she slid onto her side. The slight burn she had gotten from being on her knees seemed to melt away as his hands rubbed. The feel of his fingers began to move up to inner thigh as she laid there. Before he could get closer her eyes popped open. He smiled back at her. Her breathing was still quicker than usual ,but not what it had been before.

“Well now that I have you relaxed.. I can decide on your punishment.” She smiled as she managed to get on to her knees and shake her ass at him.

“No no you enjoy that too much. I don’t want to encourage you to do that anymore.” She whimpered and frowned.

“Now be a good girl and tell me what your name is.” He looked at her expectantly. She looked back at him as she thought “what could he do?”

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“Damn it why won’t this spot come out.” She picked at a place on her tiled kitchen floor as Rich sat at the bar enjoying a sand-which as she scrubbed her kitchen floor on her hands and knees.

“Candy?” His eyes were still focused on the plate as he pushed a potato chip into his mouth.

“Yes sir?” She tried not to sound displeased when he told her to scrub the kitchen floor on her hands and knees. As she tried to walk to her bedroom to get dressed he stopped her and walked to her sink and pulled out a bucket and a sponge. After some cajoling and a few accidental brushes against his crotch with her hand he had finally relented on allowing her the apron. She looked up expectantly.

“No more swearing. You need to set an example for Rylee.” He smiled and took a big bite of his sandwhich before setting it back down on the plate. She looked over her shoulder and wiggled her ass at him as he sat there. If I have to suffer he does too. She reached over and dipped the sponge into the hot soapy water and rang it out over her chest. There that will work nicely she thought. His eyes only perked up for an instant.

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My name is Robert. I was, at one time, addicted to the online world called Second Life. I guess I cannot say I am not addicted to it any more but that is what this story is all about.

I first heard of second life on a TV show called CSI New York. I was a little intrigued by it but did not do anything about it for over a year. I then decided to try it. My first character was a male of the name Fred. I did not have a premium account so Fred was pretty much a newb character.

Not having a premium account I did not have any money unless I purchased the in game version of money called Lindens. The exchange rate of Lindens was somewhere around 250 Lindens for a USA dollar. I would occasionally splurge and spend 4 dollars and get a 1000 lindens to play with.

I started trying out some of my fantasies in second life.

Even though to all outward appearance I am normal guy in real life, I have always had several urges that I could never fully indulge in. It was not so much lack of courage but understanding that what I wanted was just not possible to have in the real world.

The urges revolved around wishing I was a woman, and wanting to have sex as a woman with real woman parts. I do not hate my male parts, I just would prefer to have woman parts when it comes to sexuality. I took some online tests for gender orientation and every time I took the various tests I came out as Androgynous.

I suppose the term Androgynous needs some explanation to folks that are not that way. Androgynous means I do not see myself as male and I do not see myself as female. It means I see myself as something different from each of those.

To make it even more complicated, I am not attracted to males in everyday life. I am attracted to women then. In my favorite sexual fantasies I am a complete woman and in those fantasies I am turned on by men.

Some would say I am just Gay and in denial. I can not stop people from thinking that but that is why I do not tell anyone about the way I feel or mention anything about my most fulfilling fantasies. It is too much trouble to try and explain the situation and then after I have explained it to be told I am not what I am.

Now back to my SL, (that is shorthand for Second Life) character. Fred eventually broke down and bought a female shape and skin and eventually female body parts. My fantasy to be a complete woman was able to be fulfilled in SL. The problem is that many men in SL are phobic about making love to a SL character that appears to be a woman yet has a RL (shorthand for Real Life) man animating the character. Because my character started out as a male I was constantly being asked about my RL gender and it spoiled the fantasy for me.

I decided Fred would have to go and now that I knew a lot more about SL I would start fresh with a new character that was 100% woman from the start.

Trina was born. I decided not to fool around, figuratively speaking, and made Trina a premium account from the beginning. I spent hours getting the correct look and style for Trina. I started slow, but it seemed like whenever there were men around they wanted to get into Trina’s panties.

I was çapa escort in heaven. I had men asking to be with me and sometimes one man would be making love to me while another was messaging me about getting together. This went on for some time but it started having an effect on my RL. I started not being able to have sexual release unless I had something pushing into me where my vagina would be if I had one.

I began to be worried as I was too old to really be a candidate for Gender reassignment. I was not really happy with the idea of surgery that would transform me into a near copy of a woman. As an Androgynous person I did not hate my penis, but I did wish I had a vagina as well.

I did some research and found out that there are some genetic females that are born with no vagina. In some cases a neo vagina could be formed by persistent use of vaginal dilators. It was called the “Franks Method” There were several methods with similar strategies.

The way it worked for a genetic female was a dilator was pushed into the area where a normal vagina would be. At first a narrow dilator was used and then as depth was achieved, larger dilators could be used until eventually a working vaginal opening was formed.

This intrigued me. I have seen some examples of body modification, the natives that put rings around their necks until they have extended their neck far beyond what a normal person would have. People who study yoga who could bend their body in ways that most could not duplicate. It all seemed to point to an alternative to surgery for achieving a vaginal opening.

I finally broke down and ordered a vaginal dilator set on Ebay after trying several other objects that did not really accomplish anything. Most dildos or vibrators are just too wide and big to begin this kind of process.

I finally received my own set of vaginal dilators and started to use them. At first it was rather uncomfortable but at the same time highly erotic, as I imagined a vaginal opening slowly being formed.

I slowly developed an opening using the thinnest and shortest dilator. I was able to get all 3 inches of the dilator into me when I went to the next larger size.

It was at this point I was finally able to get my smallest vibrator into my slowly forming vagina. I started taking hormones I bought online to give my body a more feminine overall appearance. I started drinking spearmint tea to reduce the effect of my natural testosterone. The spearmint tea coupled with the hormones allowed small breasts to start to develop.

I found a transgender person online who had worked to develop a female voice. Her voice sounded great and I started following her lessons. After 6 months I could talk with a very convincing female voice. It was at this point I started using voice on SL. I then was able to move to the next largest dilator and as a reward for myself bought a realistic dildo in the shape and size of a normal 6 inch penis.

I started shaving my entire body except for the hair on my head which I let grow. The hormones had caused the hair on my head to become fuller and I was able to grow it longer than I had in the past. istanbul escort bayan

I found a way to use spirit gum to hide my penis under a fold of skin. It was at this point I began to do web cam whoring on SL. I could talk like a woman, take a 6 inch dildo like a woman, and my penis was hid behind a convincing bit of skin. My testicles had shrunk to the point where I could push them up inside and use the skin of my ball sack to imitate outer labial lips.

I was finally living the fantasy.

Then it happened.

The web cam group where I was whoring for in SL changed ownership. I did not think much about it at the time. I also did not realize that they knew my real address due to the IP connection needed for my web cam.

I received a gift from the web cam group in the mail. It was a nice 8 inch vibrating dildo molded from a popular porn star. The note that came with the gift said, “Log on to SL and get ready to feel the best sex you have every achieved, message me at xxxxxxxx when you get online and ready.” This really made me hot. I cleaned up the new toy and got a generous amount of lube ready and signed in.

I messaged the person who had given me the present and we shared web cams. He was an average looking guy, mid 20s, about 5′ 10″, brown hair, clean shaven. He looked like he might have a trace of oriental ancestry. He introduced himself as Louis.

I should say that I look like a early 40 milf. My breasts are nice 38 Bcups and my waist had narrowed down to 24 inches and my hips had swelled to 36 inches. I had died my hair platinum blond and it was over my shoulders. I was a hot milf in all but DNA. We started our play session.

I had just worked about half of the 8 inch dildo into my opening when I suddenly felt a sharp little prick from the dildo. I gasped and looked at the screen to Louis holding a complicated looking control. It was about then that I heard my front door being opened and that was the last thing I heard before I lost consciousness.

I woke up feeling very groggy.

My body felt different. I looked down and saw huge mounds of flesh on my chest. I looked around the room and it appeared to be a hospital room. It was then I heard Louis speaking.

“Hello Rob, or I should say, Roberta, I hope you really enjoy the changes we have made.” said Louis

“What happened to me!” I cried.

“Well Roberta, I think we both got a bit of a surprise. You see, I was hoping to pick up a cute milf to sell on the white slavery market. What I found was you, not really a milf and not really a guy.” said Louis.

“What have you done to me!” I asked.

“You can see the 38 DD breasts you now have Roberta, and when you finally check you will find you no longer have to hide your penis behind some skin and glue, as you no longer have one, except for the most sensitive parts of it, that is.” said Louis.

“Why have you done this!” I asked.

“We decided to make it so you could give us a good return on our investment, Roberta. We have given you a vagina that can accommodate a 12 inch cock, we have also opened your ass to do the same, and we have performed throat güngören escort surgery that will allow you to deep throat an 8 inch cock. We have also added a pump to supply you with female hormones at 120% the normal level of a genetic woman. We have have been feeding you subliminal training tapes the entire time of your recovery from surgery. We want you to be happy with your new job and life.” said Louis.

“What do you mean!”, I said loudly, “I do not feel any different than from before.”

“Lets try something Roberta, you cumslut.” said Louis.

At the sound of the word cumslut I suddenly found my nipples hardening and I felt a wetness between my legs. My skin got goosebumps and my legs spread of their own accord. I felt one of my hands reach up to tweak my hardening nipples while the other reached down and touched what felt like a very real clit.

“Oooooo , oooooo, ooo my god ooooo fuck my brains out oooo.” I moaned.

I heard these sounds coming out of my lips even as a man I had never seen before walked into my vision. He had his cock out and I gazed at it with longing. I saw him reach out and pull on the nipple I was not tweaking. I felt a gush of wetness around my fingers that were pushing into my vagina.

He pulled me roughly to the end of the bed I was lying on and with no ceremony thrust his cock into my pussy, moving my hand out of the way.

“Fuck me, Fuck Me, God FUCK ME.” I screamed.

I was in heat as he sank into me to his balls. My legs lifted and wrapped around his waist as I played with both of my nipples. I felt myself begin to orgasm after the tenth thrust of the mans cock.

“Yes, a good little cumslut you are , Roberta.” said Louis.

“The programming is working perfectly.” Louis slowly said.

At this point I was oblivious as stars were shooting out of the ceiling of the room and I was on my second orgasm. My toes were curled and I had reached out with my hands and was cupping the mans backside trying to pull him deeper into my pussy.

“FuckmeFuckmeFuckmeFuckmeFuckme.” I chanted.

I moaned, over and over again as my body shuddered and joy filled my being. I felt the man shudder and suddenly a warm wet sensation filled my vagina. I felt liquid dripping down across my anus as the man stopped fucking me and just held my hips, keeping his cock buried inside me.

“You are a most promising addition to my stable Roberta.” Louis gloated.

“I hope you enjoy the upcoming movie you are going to star in. I think it is called, Hot interracial milf gangbang.” said Louis.

“You should be quite happy with your new position.” Louis said, laughing.

Epilog

You can still see me in SL, but it is on those animations where they show 3 huge black cocks fucking a platinum blond milf who has a look of ecstasy in her eyes. I was told that my surgery that gave me my huge tits and my new vagina cost over 30,000 USA dollars.

The surgery had taken place in Thailand, and they get a lot of bang for their buck there. I think I will have the cost of the surgery all paid off in 3 months.

I am very popular with the people who like to make milf movies with lots of big black cock (bbc) in them.

As a matter of fact I am about to start one right now. I guess I really was not gay, I was just not woman enough before this happened to me. I am now the happiest person in the world.

The happiest cumslut, in the world.

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I stepped out of the shower, my bathroom filled with steam and sweet smells of lavender and cucumber melon body scrub. I opened the door and began oiling my skin in front of the mirror, my reflection slowly becoming visible as the steam left the room. I was glowing, and my body tingling all over in anticipation of tonight.

He liked to play games, all sorts of games. After the most recent experience of being bound and fucked senseless, I couldn’t even imagine what he had in store for me tonight. I went about the house, getting ready — laying out the clothes that fit the description he had given me. I was to wear a tight white cotton shirt with a black flowing skirt that stopped just above my knees. I didn’t think that there was anything particularly sexy about the outfit he had chosen but I knew better than to disobey the order I was given.

As I was putting on my earrings and finishing my mascara I heard my phone *bzzzz bzzzz*. Immediately I felt my nipples harden into the lace of my bra.

“No bra. No panties. Your pussy better be completely bare and wet by the time you get here.”

My thighs instinctively squeezed together, trying to put some pressure on my clit. His words were enough to make the desire pool and heat at the apex of my thighs. I walked back into the bedroom and shimmied out of my black lace panties and then I removed my bra. What I had previously thought of as a “not so sexy” outfit had just become me wearing my arousal on my sleeve, so to speak. As I walked to my car I was hyper aware of every little breeze and rustle of the wind. Each one gently caressing my pussy lips and sending shivers down my spine — reminding me of what was to come.

When I got to the restaurant my lover was there waiting for me. I was escorted to the booth where he waited and he motioned me to sit. This was all very new, this public display of our sexual games. I couldn’t have been more excited.

When I went to sit down he whispered in my ear “Lift your skirt. I want Ümraniye Ukraynalı Escort your ass and cunt on this leather seat.”

Of course I obliged, too eager to please him as our game was beginning. I knew that if I obeyed every order he would give me orgasms that would rock my body to its core.

I sat down next to him and we proceeded to order appetizers and drinks. He asked me about my day and about what was new at work. He made no move to touch me, no move to even brush against me. The distance between our bodies was only a few inches but the agony of the anticipation was starting to drive me crazy. It wasn’t until after we had finished our appetizers and first glasses of wine, that his hand first went under the table.

“Pull your skirt back all the way to your hips and spread your legs wide like the good little slut you are.”

I was so desperate for his touch that my mouth went dry and my skirt was pulled up and my legs were spread wide before another second had passed. He stroked my thighs slowly at first, from my knee all the way to my pussy lips and back down to my other knee. He kept stroking me, feather light with his finger tips. My nipples were so hard and pushing against the cotton of my shirt; it would have been obvious to anyone that looked at me. The sensation was incredible as my nerve endings were extremely sensitive and any rub against my skin felt like electrical currents.

I hadn’t realized my eyes were closed until I heard his voice.

“Ah ah ah, open your eyes. Look at all the people in this restaurant. Your greedy little cunt is on display for all of them to see. Do you think they’re noticing? Do you think they can smell you yet? See that man over there…stare at him. Don’t take your eyes off him or you’ll be punished.”

My eyes locked on my target, my lips parted and my breathing started to quicken. I stared at him, willing him to look up at me. When we finally made eye contact he raised an eye brow at me, Ümraniye Üniversiteli Escort questioning whether or not my “come fuck me” eyes were meant for him. I nodded — answering his unspoken question.

“That’s my good girl. Now get him to look down under the table.”

I looked down into my lap, hoping my target’s eyes would follow mine. I looked up at him again and found that he had gotten my message. Although the lighting was dim, I could see that his eyes were now transfixed underneath the table on my wide spread legs and my bare pussy lips. My muscles clenched deliciously and my nipples got even harder. There was heat radiating from between my thighs now, and I could smell my arousal. My lower lips were slightly parted, glistening with my wetness and begging for some kind of stimulation.

I think I unconsciously moaned or begged because then his thumb and middle finger were on me, spreading my outer lips as wide as they would go. I tensed when I felt the cool air conditioned air of the restaurant touch my inner lips. Then with his index finger, my lover began stroking my inner lips. Teasing them. Rubbing them. He dipped his finger inside my tight hole and spread my lubrication from my entrance up to my clit. Then he stayed there rubbing my clit with slow circular motions, then up and down, and side to side.

He was deliberately drawing this out, putting me on display for this other man to see me as vulnerable and weak against my sexual desires. I tried to thrust my hips forward into his touch, begging for more than the limited skin to skin contact he was granting me. All the while I kept my eyes on my target whose mouth was now open, his tongue tracing his bottom lip and I could see that his left hand had dropped below the table and was now stroking what I’m sure was an impressive hard-on.

My lover leaned into my left side and whispered, “Your cunt is getting wetter by the minute. You dirty little bitch, you want him don’t you? Want Ümraniye Vip Escort him underneath this table licking your beautiful tight little pussy? Want his fat cock ramming you from behind? Is that what you want?”

I whimpered then, his words enough to almost push me over the edge. I felt so exposed and ashamed but so turned on at the same time.

“Answer me BITCH. You want him don’t you??”

I almost couldn’t breathe. My face was hot with embarrassment. How was I supposed to admit that I wanted this stranger? This random man who was stroking himself while watching me. This man looking at me as if I were his last meal…not even blinking for fear he might miss my climax.

My lover moved then, he was able to get both his hands under the table and both were on me. With his right hand he spread my lips again, wider this time. And with his left hand he plunged his middle and ring fingers deep inside me. I was so tight and swollen from being teased that his intrusion hurt. I bit my lip to stop from crying out and relished in the sting of his abrupt stretching of my hole.

My pussy was now flooded with my juices and the sounds of his pumping fingers was deafening. I was sure that the other diners around us could hear it. He rubbed against my most sensitive spot with his finger tips and used the palm of his hand against my clitoris. He leaned in to me and bit my neck, hard. I lost control. I completely came undone. My legs were shaking and my back arched into the seat. I came all over his fingers and he continued to pump into me, riding out the contractions of my pussy.

My target was now fidgeting and adjusting himself, I absent mindedly wondered if his cock was dripping precum and leaving a spot on his boxers.

My lover’s commanding voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

“Get up and walk to the restrooms. Go into the men’s room and sit on the couch just inside the door. But first, clean my fingers.”

He put his fingers up to my lips and I opened my mouth. He slid them inside and I sucked and licked them clean. Then he kissed me and sent me on my way. I scooted out of the booth and adjusted my skirt as I stood from the table. My target watched me intensely, and I could feel my own juices covering my inner thighs while I walked, wondering what was in store for me.

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When I walked in, you were sat at the bar facing away from the door, and I had no doubt that you will have been doing so since eight o’clock, just as I had specified. I was also sure that the fifteen minutes you had spent waiting for your client to turn up would have been somewhat disconcerting for you, but you waited patiently as I knew you would. I knew that you wouldn’t be leaving without a trick.

Finding an empty table near the door, I sat down and hung my suit jacket on the chair behind me. As the waitress carried my order back to the bar she led my eyes back to you, and I watched as she presented you with the glass of wine I had ordered for you, saying a few words. One of these words was ‘James’. You knew this James was probably me, but you couldn’t have been entirely sure; after all, the way you were dressed had been granting you a lot of attention that night. Either way, whoever’s eye you’d caught was probably training it on you at that very moment. Indeed he was. You didn’t turn around. Good girl.

I sat back smugly and tried to pretend that you weren’t so familiar to me, and that James was running his eyes over your beautiful form for the first time. Heels hooked over the brushed steel barstool, and the swell of soft, curvaceous calves accentuated by the black nylon that stretched thin over their fullness. I could not see the hem or the cut of your dress from where I sat, but I could see how it clung to you and flattered your delectably ample figure, how the straps ran under the dirty blonde hair which sat neatly on your shoulders; I was strongly tempted to oblige my instinct and walk straight over to you, smooth my hands down your sides, breathe you in, kiss your neck. But James didn’t know you that well. My whisky arrived, and as I warmed the glass in my hands I considered this moment where both of us were having to exercise discipline. There wouldn’t be many more of those for me tonight. I knocked back my drink and waited. You had until eight thirty.

I knew it would be difficult for you, another quarter of an hour wondering who it was that had taken a fancy to you, who your prospective client might be tonight, whose eyes were burning into you as you sat there looking so unmistakably, tantalisingly whorish. But my rules had been clear: no eye contact until I ask your name. My eyes remained fixed on you as I waited for your nerve to break, and as I did so I was undressing you, flicking through flashbacks of our previous encounters, considering what I might demand of you back at the hotel. Then your head tilted around, you scanned the bar and your eyes met with mine for the briefest moment before you turned back to your drink. There was shame in your shoulders and I watched as you began to fidget nervously with your glass. That was that. I would be demanding a lot of you tonight.

Eight thirty. I sauntered over. “How much?”

“One hundred an hour.” Meek, coy, lovely. You didn’t look up but I saw you watch my hand as it disappeared into my pocket. I folded two hundred pounds into yours.

“Pardon?” I flexed my voice of authority.

You shook a little. Then, softly, “One hundred an hour, sir.”

“Better. Come on.” I pulled you along to the door, my hand on your arm. Not used to your heels you stumbled a little, but you kept up. My darling obedient girl, always compliant, conscientious.

I sat down beside you in the taxi and was able to see the extent of the effort you’d made. Lips painted a deep, alluring red. Mascara, eyeliner, shadow, foundation, a little blush. You always looked beautiful but now here before me you smouldered, and I was ogling you unashamedly. Legs crossed, skirt riding up your thigh enough to show the tops of your stockings. Were you purposefully testing my restraint? Still your eyes were nonchalantly evasive, looking out the window, at the taxi meter, anywhere but at me, only your nervous fingers fidgeting with your hair giving away that this wasn’t such a regular job for you. But I wanted your eyes now.

“So, what’s your name?” I ventured.

When Ümraniye Sınırsız Escort you turned towards me and you looked at me with such care, I almost forgot myself for wanting to wrap my arms around you, cherish you, protect you. I felt that way too much of the time for my own good. You replied, “Whatever you want it to be. Sir.” Very well, I thought. With all my heart, I’ll cherish you. In about two hours. Minx.

I had already checked into the hotel, a soulless honeycomb of businessmen, rugby teams and conspicuous tourists; we cut a path through their hovering and flitting in the lobby towards the lift. I also looked the part, neatly turned out and sporting a suit, shirt and tie — anyone would take me for just another young professional. And so would you. I pressed a button marked ‘8’. The doors closed behind us and we stood there quivering like a hand on a pulled arrow. I looked at you in the mirror, a voyeur to my own lover.

“Busy night?”

“None of your business, Sir.”

“Quite. Come.” The doors pinged open and I led the way to my room, passing an older gentleman whose eyes I saw drop to your full cleavage, your pretty, shapely legs. I couldn’t blame him, what with the unmistakable purpose of how you presented yourself, and so convincingly. Jealous old fart, probably looking back over his shoulder to check you out. Enjoy your movie, I thought, and pushed open the door to room 801.

–

“Stand.” You were still as a post as I circled you, inspecting you, wanting to take in this perfect picture of promiscuity before the inevitable dismantling of your attire. Almost perfect, anyway – one detail was bugging me; a feint line around your hips, under your dress. I lifted the hem, and peered down. They were pretty panties, just enough to be decent and very tasteful. But they were panties nonetheless, and I had specified otherwise. I yanked them down your legs and showed them to you, finding a line of sweet wetness.

“What kind of girl are you?” I said sternly, down into your wide eyes. “Are you trying to be some kind of high-class escort? Or are you the dirty little tramp I thought I was paying for?”

“I-I’m a dirty, little…”

“Tramp! Sir!” I finished your sentence for you, punctuating each word with a sharp smack on your exposed behind.

“Yes, sir.” you quaked.

I grabbed your arm and dragged you from the soft yellow light of the bedroom through to the ensuite bathroom, gleaming white tiles, formica and steel. I stood you in front of the mirror, the lights either side illuminating you brightly and clearly. “Look at yourself. What are you?”

“I’m a dirty little tramp, sir.” I was standing beside you, looking at you in the mirror. You returned my gaze. I bent you over and you steadied yourself with your forearms on the edge of the sink. You must have watched me as I lifted your dress and smacked out the words, “Look! At! Yourself!” When I looked back in the mirror, your eyes were trained on themselves, on your arms and shoulders, on the cleavage that rippled with my caresses and swelled with your breath. You’d adjusted your posture, too — back arched seductively, offering your behind to me, twitching proudly under my warm hand. I patted you softly. It was a welcome invitation.

“Don’t move.” I deftly unbuckled my belt and unfastened my trousers, pushing them down my legs with my pants in a vaguely ungraceful puddle of clothes around my feet. My cock sprang up and I began to stroke myself to my fullest. Standing behind you, you felt me rest the wet tip against your soft bottom as I slowly touched myself, leaving trails of pre-cum on your creamy skin. My other hand was busy enjoying the swell of your hips, teasing fingertips stroking your sides and studying your wonderful shape, grabbing you, filling my strong hand with the soft flesh of your ample bottom, drawing a moan from you.

“You like me being firm with you like that, don’t you whore?” Cool, calm, on top.

“Yes sir.” Blushing, bashful and Ümraniye Suriyeli Escort completely honest. Your words were cut short by a sharp gasp that accompanied the familiar sting of my palm on your rump, and then my fingers digging into your delicious flesh. My hand came away leaving its image in blood drawn to the surface of your skin.

“And like that?” I looked at your face in the mirror, your eyes closed for a moment as you focused instead on the sensation, opening slowly to look straight back into themselves. You were biting your lip. Good girl.

“Yes sir.” There was a shiver on your breath. You trembled as you felt my fingers between your legs, sliding one between your delicate folds and inside. It came out slick with your excitement, and I reached over to push my finger into your mouth. You sucked hungrily, cleaning my finger with your tongue, wallowing in your submission and probably quite enjoying the way you tasted.

“You really are a dirty little tramp, aren’t you?” I said partly for my own pleasure, my eyes trained on your pretty bottom as my hand came down on it again with a sharp crack.

“Yes sir. Yours, sir.” you gasped.

“You’re enjoying me treating you like this,” — smack — “making my mark on you,” — smack — “making sure you know you’re mine,” — smack — “aren’t you?” You whimpered an answer, lost in the truth of my statements. I drew you out of your trance with another sharp crack. “Aren’t you?” I said, my hand in your hair, pulling your head around to face me. Your eyes raised, hypnotised. “Yesss.”

Before you knew what was happening, I had sat on the edge of the bath and pulled you across my lap. I grabbed your wrists and pulled them firmly behind your back, holding them in place with one hand as I pinned you down, the other hitching up your skirt to pat you. Then a pause while I reached down to the floor for something — you heard my belt buckle — and the folded leather coming down on your beautiful behind, again and again. “Yes… Sir! Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir! Sorry Sir!” You panted, mouth hanging open, eyes shut tight, your whole body bucking with each blow as I left stripe after red stripe on your pale flesh. Feeling you squirm, I ran my palm over your glowing skin, enjoying the heat I’d brought to it.

“Now, are you going to behave for me, whore? Or will I have to discipline you again?”

“I’ll behave, Sir.”

“Good girl. Well, just to make sure…” Holding your wrists firmly together, I slipped the leather belt around and between them, knotting and buckling it tightly. “Free yourself.” I commanded. Still bent over my knees and prone, I watched you struggling with your ties until I was satisfied that you were truly bound. I pulled you to your feet, smiling, lost in our game.

“Look at yourself now.” I spun you around and lifted your skirt so you could see your backside, hot red stripes framed beautifully between the black stocking tops and the hem of your lifted skirt. “Better?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good. Come.” Grabbing you by your elbow, I led you through to the bedroom and firmly pushed you down to your knees beside the bed, unceremoniously feeding my strong, wet cock into your hungry mouth. There was little tenderness about it, I wanted to show you that I was willing to use you just as you wanted to be used, and that I wasn’t afraid to test your limits. We would develop a new etiquette in trust, and be free to express our deepest and most pressing urges. Right now my urge was to feel your sweet, warm, wet mouth enveloping me, so I watched your pretty painted lips glide down my shaft, accepting inch after inch of me so eagerly, so willingly. Then my hand clutching at a fistful of hair and pushing you down on me, I took your soft, pretty mouth as mine, enjoying feeling my cock filling your mouth completely, testing the opening to your throat and listening to you gag just a little. And I was adoring you, every second I adored you, my wonderful girl.

I pulled you off me, and turned Ümraniye İranlı Escort your face up to look at me. Your eyes opened languorously and met mine in a deep, smouldering smile, showing me how happy you were to be taken like this, to be tested, to obey. I stroked and patted myself against your soft cheek, making your skin glisten, every little action a reminder of my power over you, and an opportunity for you to show your willing subservience. I looked down at you; your dress fanning over your pretty thighs, it rode up past your stocking tops and showed off the swell of your hips. My sweet little whore. I’m going to fuck you now, I thought to myself.

Wordlessly, I grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet again, shoving you down on the bed and rolling you over on to your front. Now my hands on your hips to pull your sweet behind up towards me, then in your hair to push your head firmly down against the mattress, your wrists still bound, your body still prone, your mind still willing, and — I ease a finger inside you — your sex still wet and ready.

“Horny little slut,” I mutter to myself, lifting your skirt up once more and planting a firm smack on your still-red cheek, making you buckle and moan. “You want to touch yourself, don’t you?”

“Yes sir…” you moaned.

Smack — “Show some manners, girl.”

“Yes sir, please sir…”

You were waiting for me to unfasten your wrists, but instead you only heard me fumbling through my wash bag behind your back. A pause as I rolled the condom down while you waited patiently, exposed and utterly vulnerable. Then you felt it — the smooth cool tip, parting you, teasing you, opening you, and pushing steadily deeper inside you, stretching and filling and fitting. My hands grabbing your hips and pulling you to me until your buttocks are pressed hard against my lap. Only then did you feel me tugging at the belt, loosening it, freeing you; I watched your fingers find your clit and begin rubbing, glancing against my cock as I held myself there deep inside you.

“I’m far too good to you.”, I muttered distractedly, holding you still while I withdrew myself almost completely, just so I could enjoy feeling your warmth enveloping me completely again and again, moving faster, stronger, deeper. Hungry for me, you started to push and pull against me, urging me to take you harder, faster. Naughty girl, trying to take control; I smacked you very sharply once, twice, and filled my hands with your soft flesh as I started to fuck you so strongly, shoving you back and forth, on and off me in a blur, using my darling girl as the fucktoy that you had so convincingly presented yourself as. I felt myself swell inside you as your pussy milked me, sucked at me, instinctively coaxing me towards filling you with my seed as you approached your orgasm.

But I had another idea, another way I could make you feel the whore you were for me at that moment. I could sense your disappointment when I withdrew, more so when you heard me hurriedly pulling off the condom, but I’d paid to do as I wished to you, and I would do exactly that. Laying my heavy cock on the small of your back, slippery in the groove of your beautiful arse, I began to rock back and forth with my hand holding me against you, easing myself towards my orgasm. I pushed your dress up to expose your back, and placing one hand on your blushing bottom I patted you firmly and fondly, drawing appreciative squirms. Your stifled, girlish cries pushed me close to cumming all over my sweet, obedient girl, as I watched your hand moving in a furious blur between your legs, desperate to cum for me, for you. Your breathing deep and irregular, your body shaking, and then it was all happening at once — my body tensed as I came with you, across your back, in your hair, on your dress, marking you, my sweet lover, my beautiful whore.

“Good girl, my good girl…” I barely knew what I was saying as the waves of pleasure faded away. Slumped beside you, dizzy and sated, I looked into your eyes with all my love and as much mischief as my hand softly smoothed over your arse. “Can I have my money back now? I’d like to spend it on you again some time.”

You shot me a cheeky faux-shocked look. I flicked off the light and dove at you, and after the giggles petered out we lay glowing against each other until the morning.

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I had been unemployed for eighteen months; due to the recession my previous employer decided to downsize and because I was 41 at the time, I was amongst the first to go. Finding another job at my age, considering the economic climate, was a nearly impossible task. My husband is a hard worker but his salary just wasn’t enough to get us by, so we had been nibbling at our savings, which were now running out. While working some crummy temp jobs to get us by, I applied for dozens of positions with my spruced up resume, all in vain. Even though I had already considerably lowered my standards, I remained frustratingly unsuccessful. However, one Thursday, while returning from yet another botched interview, I found an unusual ad in a three-day old paper: Smithers & Hall, a consultancy firm, was looking for a “secretary/slut” to handle their paperwork, incoming phone calls and “other secretarial duties”. Although a bit dodgy and questionable to say the least, I was in no position to be picky and since the address was on my way home, I decided to go and have a quick look.

To my surprise the address led me to a brand new office building in a upright neighborhood; I walked into the lobby and read the information board: Smithers & Hall was on the sixth floor of a nineteen story building. When I arrived on the sixth floor, a series of arrows led me to a backwater part of the floor, where I was greeted by a receptionist named Becky who asked me how she could of assistance. Convinced I was in the wrong place, I hesitantly mentioned the ad. She smiled and as she looked me up and down, she whispered:”Interesting.”

“What is?” I asked.

“Never mind.” she smiled as she stepped into a nearby empty office and invited me in. After closing the door, she said:”The ad has been running for the better part of a year now and I’ve interviewed hundreds of applicants so far, but none of them were suitable for the position; so you’ll have to excuse my rather rough and direct interviewing technique, but it saves me a lot of time!”

“Ok.” I said, not sure what to expect here.

“First of all: the actual secretarial duties are easy: answering phones, filing stuff, keeping schedules etc., anyone with half a brain can do those tasks; it’s the slut part of the job that’s the stumbling block for most applicants!”

So it wasn’t a typo, I thought to myself, apprehensive about what was to follow.

“This is a high-stress environment: the men working here usually don’t have the time for a wife, family or even a girlfriend… and the ones that do, need some diversion once in a while: this is where you and I come in. The most important part of the job is to sexually please the men anyway they require: letting them grope you, giving out hand- and blowjobs, letting them fuck you or simply sitting still while they fling their cum on you.”

Looking at her watch, she said:”There you go, that’s the job in a nutshell… I will give you some time to think about it; duty calls, but I shouldn’t be more than five or six minutes, if you’re still here when I get back, we’ll take it from there. By the way, this is what you’d be making a month.” she said, scribbling down a number on a piece of paper. She put down the note in front of me and walked out of the office, closing the door behind her. When I looked at the piece of paper, I couldn’t believe my eyes: it was more than I had ever made in my career: this was seven months of temp jobs worth!

The slut part of the job was a little scary to say the least, but to be honest, I had always lived a promiscuous life. I had cheated on my husband more times than I could count — I still did — and there was little or nothing I hadn’t done or wasn’t willing to try, so I figured this wouldn’t be an insurmountable problem. Off course, doing it on demand and getting paid for it, would make me a whore — nothing more, nothing less, no matter what the title said – but even this didn’t scare me off. In fact, referring to myself as whore made me a little horny.

Not more than six minutes later, Becky poked her head in to see if I was still there; she was clearly –pleasantly — surprised to see me sitting there, waiting patiently for her to return. She walked in, rubbing a hanky over some fresh cum stains on her jacket and said:”Good, you’re still here.”

“Yes.” I said. “So what’s next?”

“If you pass the inspection, you sign the contract and you’re hired; however, first I’ll walk you through the rules which are not included within your contract, for obvious legal reasons:

1)You will exclusively wear skirts, no longer than 5 inches above the knees, accompanied by high heels and either a silk blouse or, weather permitting, a halter top; you are free in your choice of underwear, nylon stocking are allowed, but not encouraged as they hinder access;

2)You will be polite, obedient and submissive at all times, unless told otherwise;

3)You will provide sexual relief to all male staff members wherever, however and whenever they ask; occasionally you may be required to Ümraniye Yabancı Escort provide your services to suppliers, potential clients etc.;

4)You are allowed to give yourself sexual relief at any moment during work hours, as long as it does not conflict with any of the aforementioned rules;

“Do you understand these rules?”

“Yes.”

“Are you willing to abide by these rules while working here?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent, then I think we’re done here. That leaves us with the inspection: this part is quite demeaning, but it’s nothing compared to what you’ll be doing once hired; so take off your clothes, all of them please.” she said as she walked out the room for just a minute, leaving the door open. I slowly undressed, still having a hard time with all of this. It wasn’t until I was completely naked, standing there in an unfamiliar environment, that I fully realized what I was doing: it felt strange but also a little arousing.

Several minutes later, Becky pushed the door open further and said:”Follow me.”

As I walked — completely naked — beside her down the corridor, she said:”This is the last part of the interview, all the men will evaluate you in their own way, however they see fit: if you pass this test, you’re hired!”

“This is David’s office.” Becky said before opening the door and walking in. I followed her in and felt very self-aware, standing butt naked, about to be graded by a complete stranger.

“Hi.” David said, coming out from behind his desk.

“Hello sir.” I said, remembering the rules. As he looked me up and down and walked around me, he said:”Polite, nice figure, big tits — a little saggy, just the way I like ‘m — she’ll do.” as he returned to his chair.

“Ok.” Becky said. “Onto the next.”

We walked out and headed over to the next office and walked in through the open door.

“Brian, this is Maya.” Becky said. “Maya, Brian.”

Without getting up from behind his desk, he said:” Turn around and bend over hon.”

I did as I was told.

“Do you take it up the ass, Maya?”

“Yes sir.” I replied truthfully.

“She’ll do.” he said.

Becky tapped my shoulder, indicating that I could get up again and we walked out.

“Two down, four to go.” Becky said as we walked across the hall to the next office.

“This is Hendry. He’s a real jerk… which makes pleasing him all the more fun!” Becky whispered.

My cunt tingled after hearing her talk like that.

Hendry looked up for behind his computer screen and said:”Ah, the new slut.”

He got up, walked over to Becky and whispered:”On your knees.”

As Becky obediently sunk to her knees, he turned his head to me and said:”Well Maya, tell us a bit about yourself: are you married?”

“Yes sir.” I said as I saw Becky fishing out his erection and taking it in her mouth.

“You ever cheat on your husband?”

“Yes sir.” I replied.

“Does he know?”

“No sir.” I replied truthfully.

As Becky was bobbing her head up and down his large shaft, he asked:”You like cheating on him?”

“Yes sir.”

“Excellent. You’re pretty old, but you’re in reasonable shape, except for those saggy tits. I like married cheating women.” he said, as he grabbed Becky’s head and roughly fucked her mouth for a little bit, then pulled out and jerked off right in her face! It was a really big load, at least five thick strands — as far as I could count — and some residual drops; she happily closed her eyes, opened her mouth enthusiastically and let it happen.

After pulling up his pants, he said:”Welcome aboard Maya.”

Realizing that this was our queue to disappear, we headed out of his office; in the corridor Becky scooped some cum out of her eye socket and whispered:”I’ve gotta go clean up.” and headed towards what I could only assume were the bathrooms.

“Hang on, I’m coming with you.” I said, as I felt pretty moist between my legs. As she headed in first, she half turned towards me and said:”He IS a jerk isn’t he?”

I smiled and said:”Yes, but I don’t mind… I can’t remember a time I’ve been so damn horny!”

As Becky used the left sink to splash some water in her face, I went to the right one and used a few paper napkins from the dispenser to clean up the moisture between my legs.

“How long have you been doing this?” I asked.

“About four years now.” she said.

“Does it ever get old?”

“Not really, there is more than enough variation to keep a girl happy… you’ll see.” Becky replied, with a sly grin on her face. After cleaning up, I followed her towards the next office.

“This is Carter’s office. I think you’re going to like him.” she smiled. As soon as we walked in, I realized what she meant; behind the desk was a tall, impressive black man. He stopped what he was doing as soon as he saw us come in, smiled and walked over to us. Walking around me several times, he evaluated me like a piece of meat, gently poking my ass, my tits; eventually Ümraniye Yeni Escort he stopped right in front of me, caressed the right side of my face and whispered:”She’ll do fine… just fine.” It was like being at a slave-market; god, it was such a turn-on!

As we walked out of his office, Becky smiled at me and used both index fingers to suggest the size of his dick: a solid 10 inches! I smiled and as I followed her to the next office, I caught myself really wishing that I would get this job.

After poking her head into the next office for a second, Becky said:”Well, I know Donald is in and I know he’s not in a meeting, so he’s probably whacking off in the bathroom again… no matter, we’ll get to him later, let’s go into Jerry’s office first: he’s the CEO and probably the most important one you need to convince.”

Just before entering, she continued:”He’s 57 so he’s not that much of a hassle, but he’s got a kink for girl-on-girl porn and lesbians, so I’ve got a feeling that — if he approves of you — we’ll be burying our faces in each other’s snatches on a regular basis!”

What? What did she say? That was so unfair of her to put that image in my mind just before we entered Jerry’s office; I was completely turned on! I did my best to calm myself as I offered my naked body for inspection to yet another perfect stranger.

“Sir, this is Maya… she’s applying for the secretary/slut vacancy.”

Jerry glanced over at me and got up. He was pretty good-looking for a 57-year old geezer, although the stark white hair was a bit of a put off.

“Good.” he said as he used one hand to unbutton Becky’s blouse; she remained motionless and just looked at his hands.

“So you like sex?” he asked as he reached in Becky’ open blouse and ripped off one of the cups of her bra, slowly and deliberately, dropping the piece of fabric on the floor and grabbing her exposed tit, squeezing it roughly. Becky closed her eyes and did her best to hide her enjoyment, but it was clear that this was making her — and me — horny.

“Yes sir.” I replied, trying to focus on the inspection part, instead of Becky’s naked tit. After manhandling Becky’s tit for a few more seconds, he walked over to me and groped my two tits, saying:”Big, saggy…” then rolled my nipples between his fingers and continued:”Large sensitive nipples, very good.”

Then he lowered his right hand and put it between my legs, feeling around my bush and quickly locating my wet entrance. “Some of that hair will have to go Maya, I like my secretaries nicely trimmed… Becky, show her yours so she knows what I mean.”

“Yes sir.” she said as she reached under her skirt, pulled down her panties and stepped out of them.

While she raised her skirt to expose her naked cunt, Jerry shoved a finger up mine!

“You see what I mean?” Jerry asked as he put a second finger in me and started moving in and out. I turned my head towards Becky and nearly came when I saw her standing there, her panties rolled up on the floor in front of her feet, holding her skirt with both hands to expose her crotch to us and her blouse hanging open with one tit obscenely dangling out of her torn bra. I stared at Becky’s cunt, which was neatly trimmed except for a very thin line directly above her cunt.

As he kept fingering me roughly, Jerry asked:”Can you trim yours to look like that Maya?”

“Yes sir.” I whispered.

“What was that, I didn’t quite get that?” he asked loudly as he increased the pace and power of his fingering.

“Ye… yes ssir” I shouted, half moaning, now writhing against his fingers.

“Good, then as far as I am concerned you’re hired!” he said, as he redrew his fingers, leaving me unfulfilled and completely vulnerable. I looked at Becky, who was still holding up her skirt in the lewdest of ways. Even when Jerry returned to his seat, sat down and started reading a letter, she didn’t move or lower her skirt; she obviously knew better than that, so I remained still as well, which wasn’t easy, considering the heartless fingering I’d just gotten.

We stayed like that for almost two minutes, until he finally said — without looking up I might add:”Dismissed ladies.” Becky lowered her skirt, picked up her panties and the piece of torn bra fabric and walked out. I followed her and closed the door behind me. As she buttoned up her blouse again, she whispered:”God, the old fart got me all wet again!”

“He got you wet? My cunt is sopping!”

Becky smiled and said:”Better get used to it girl! Giving you an orgasm is not exactly high on their list of priorities; if you wanna get off, most days, you’ll need to do it yourself… speaking of which: I’ve gotta take care of this itch or I’ll be useless the rest of the day.”

“Care to join me?” she added as she headed towards the bathrooms.

“Sure.” I eagerly replied as I followed her.

We entered the ladies room and as she entered the first of three stalls, I headed towards the second stall.

Becky looked at Ümraniye Masaj Salonu me quizzically and said:”I thought you wanted to join me.” as she held the door open.

“Oh, I thought… I didn’t…” I stuttered as I turned and walked into her stall, feeling slightly embarrassed for having misunderstood her.

“We might as well get familiar with each other’s bodies, right?” Becky whispered, as she undid her short skirt and let it slide onto the floor. She then unbuttoned her blouse and undid her bra — what was left of it — dropping them both on the floor. Except for her high heels, she was now as naked as I was. I stared at her gorgeous, 27-year old body, which had all the right curves and no imperfections whatsoever.

“My god, you’re beautiful.” I whispered as I reached out and traced my fingers along her perfect breasts. She gasped and closed her eyes as her body reacted by giving her goose bumps all over.

“So sensitive!” I added as I continued tracing my fingers along her arms, belly, loins, neck and back. She responded by putting her hands on my tits, gently squeezing them and saying:”There so big and…”

As she stopped mid-sentence, I whispered:”Say it. I don’t mind.”

“Saggy.” she added.

As my nipples got hard almost immediately, she smiled and said:”Mmmm, you don’t mind at all apparently.”

I giggled and said:”You know what’s strange: I couldn’t stand it if my husband said something like that; yet, this is the third time you guys have called my tits saggy and it just makes me hornier every time!”

Becky smiled and said:”That’s because you’re a bit of a slut, aren’t you?”

“Let’s get on with it, shall we?” I smiled as I cupped her crotch and used my middle finger to find her entrance, then inserted two fingers. She moaned and did the same to me. A few seconds later, we were plunging our fingers in each other’s love tunnels, moaning and writhing against the wooden walls of the stall. Becky reached out with her free hand, found my clit and started diddling it. I reciprocated and a feverish battle ensued as we tried to bring the other person to orgasm as quickly as possible. After several glorious minutes of moaning and trashing around, Becky said:”Let’s finish this!” and slowly squatted down. I followed suit, feeling her fingers probing deeper and deeper in my tunnel while I felt less and less resistance around my fingers, jamming them deeper into her cunt. By the time we were both completely squatted, we were ready to explode!

Barely a few seconds later, we started to orgasm almost simultaneously and although I didn’t have many inhibitions left after that inspection, I started off by moaning as quietly as possible. Becky’s total lack for discretion was contagious however, and so I quickly started screaming my lungs out and trashing against the wooden walls along with her, making the entire stall wobble. Empowered by our mutual pleasure, we further increased the rate of diddling each other and tried to cram our fingers even deeper into each other; needless to say, our orgasms were absolutely spectacular!

After what seemed like six or seven minutes, we finally let up and redrew our fingers, both of sitting down on the cold tiled floor, catching our breath and giving our cunts some rest.

“I am going to enjoy working here.” I whispered while catching my breath.

“I bet.” Becky smiled. “I am just glad they finally hired another slut.”

My worn out cunt tingled when she said that.

“When I started here, it was just Jerry, Carter and Hendry… three cocks I can handle, but now there’s six of them and they seem to be getting hornier with each passing month, so no matter how much I like sex, I am sure glad we’ve got another set of holes around here now!”

“Stop with the nasty talk.” I grimaced as I felt another contraction in my cunt.

Becky laughed.

Suddenly we heard the door to the ladies room open. “Becky?” a male voice asked.

“That’s Donald.” she mouthed to me.

“Yes sir?”

“I figured it was you howling in here…”

“I was just showing Maya around, getting her acquainted with her new work environment, sir.”

“Maya, the new girl. Is she in there with you?”

“Yes sir, we were just on our way to see you.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes sir.”

“Then why don’t we perform the inspection right here?” he said, as we heard him lock the outside door. Becky got up and unlocked the stall door, but before she could push it open, Donald said:”No, stay in there and lock the door.”

Becky complied and as we looked at each other puzzled, Donald asked:”You girls naked?”

“Yes sir.” Becky said. “Why, is there anything we can do for you?” she continued in a soft, seductive tone.

“Yes, slide your cunt under the door so I can fuck you.” he said as I heard the distinct sound of a zipper. Becky slid on her ass towards the door, moving her legs outside of the stall until everything below her bellybutton was outside of the stall. I got up and sat down on toilet seat behind her, watching curiously.

“Like this sir?” Becky asked.

Donald didn’t answer, instead her penetrated her roughly and started fucking her, rocking her body back and forth, moving it a few centimeters up and down with each of his thrusts. Becky grabbed my ankles and whispered:”Oh god.”

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After a very small and private wedding, my groom, Ben, and I passionately made out in the back of the limousine. My short white wedding gown was bunched up around my waist exposing my white silk panties. My hands roamed the front of my new husband’s pants and made short work of pulling out his hard 8 inch cock.

As I wrapped my fingers around Ben’s shaft I felt his fingers slip under the side of my panties. I cooed as my hot husband pushed my panties to the side letting my 7 inch cock free. We kissed deeper as his hand encircled my smooth girly cock as I slowly pumped his hard shaft. Of course my kinky new husband didn’t raise the privacy glass so our driver’s eyes scanned our sexual fondling every few seconds, sharing his attention with the road ahead.

I locked eyes with our chauffer as my husband kissed and sucked my neck. He could clearly see I had a hard throbbing cock as my kinky husband slowly stroked me as he kissed down my neck. The limo made a slight swerve and I knew we had his attention. My hand took to the back of Ben’s head and I pushed his kissing mouth lower and lover until his lips were kissing my glistening cock head.

I looked forward to the rear view mirror with my mouth half open. The feeling of Ben’s mouth gliding down my girly shaft made me let out a soft moan. I pulled down the tight corset like top of my wedding dress exposing my firm perky A cup titties and I began rubbing them still looking forward to the driver.

My attention to the driver’s eyes faded as Ben’s finger slipped back into my boi pussy as he sucked me faster. I began moaning louder and tensing my body as my orgasm built. Ümraniye Grup Escort Ben’s fingers fondled my smooth balls as his tongue circled my swollen cock head. He pushed me past the point of no return as he finger probed me deeper. I whimpered and grunted as my girly cream rushed into my husband’s mouth. I heard Ben moan around my hard shaft as he swallowed each squirt of cum.

Ben’s pants were around his ankles and his throbbing cock swung from side to side as he turned me and put me on all fours in the back of that limo. My wedding dress was pushed up to my lower back exposing my milky white ass cheeks and my smooth hungry boi pussy. I cooed as my husband licked my spread ass lubing my hole. I was grateful my maid of honor bathed me and cleansed my ass.

My head rose up and my back arched as I felt my husband’s cock head kisses my smooth hole. His shaft slowly sank in between my round ass cheeks. We both softly moaned as my boi pussy began to squeeze his invading cock. I whimpered “I love you” back to him as I felt his hard cock bottom out in my bowels. My wedding veil slipped back down over my face as the force of my husband’s thrusts shook my petite body. The smell of our sex filled the limo along with our soft moaning.

I let out a disappointed moan as Ben pulls his cock from my ass. I knew he was close but I knew my dirty husband likes to fuck me on my back. My eyes widened as I saw our limo driver was sitting in the back with us on the opposite seat. Ben was fucking me so deep and long I was oblivious to the limo stopping and him sneaking into the back with us. I looked at my husband Ümraniye Manken Escort who only smiled and offered our driver as my first wedding gift.

I look back to the limo driver who had taken off his pants and was stroking his hard smooth cock. I lay back on the large bench seat as Ben lifted my legs. The driver approached us as my husband pushed his wet hard cock into my quivering hole. I locked eyes on the driver’s cock as it neared my face. I felt the velvety hard flesh of his shaft slip across my face as he moved in closer. As the driver’s cock pushed between my lips I fondled his balls. Ben’s cock kept fucking me and his hand caressed my hard clitty. I knew what my husband wanted as he leaned his face towards mine. I locked eyes with Ben as I flicked my tongue on the underside of the driver’s cock. I moaned as Ben’s lips rubbed along the top of the man’s shaft as I continued to lick the underside.

My new hubby stole the cock from my mouth and he began pumping his mouth up and down the throbbing shaft. I heard him moan and his cock swell inside me. The driver’s cock popped out of his mouth as Ben moaned out. I whimpered as I held him tightly. Several ropes of my husband’s seed squirted deep inside me. With a few more deep thrusts I was filled with my husband’s creamy load.

My boi pussy felt empty as Ben withdrew his cock. Our dirty limo chauffer was eager to take his turn. I held my bridal dress up around my waist as the driver sat and held his hard dick straight up for me. I straddled him as he held my ass cheeks apart. Globs of my husband’s cum dripped out of my freshly fucked ass Ümraniye Masöz Escort onto the driver’s cock. It was quite a sight to see as the pearly white drips ran down his shaft. Ben reached out and held the driver’s cock steady as I began to sink down. I groaned deeply as his shaft pushed the load in my boi pussy around.

I began riding the driver slowly making sure he felt every tight part of my ass. I felt my husband behind me rubbing my ass cheeks and smearing the leaking cum on my ass. The driver began sucking my tits as he held my ass cheeks apart. I felt Ben’s mouth on the back of my neck as he began kissing and nibbling on me. He knew my sensual spots and worked me quite well. My girly cock rubbed on the driver’s stomach as I bounced up and down on his shaft. The feeling of two men fucking and fondling me made my body shutter.

Then I felt my husband kiss down my back and run his tongue down the crack of my spread ass. The driver was close to cumming and as my man licked around his hard shaft and down to his balls, I felt his load jet up into my bowels. My clitty was now in the driver’s hand and he stroked me faster and faster. The feeling of his still cumming cock hitting my prostate worked me into a huge orgasm. I yelped as he pulled me down as hard as he could on his dick. My girly cock began to squirt my load of cum up onto the driver’s stomach and all over his hand. I kept rocking his cock getting every last bit of cum. My husband pulled the dirty shaft from my boi pussy and he sucked the cummy mixture of the driver’s cock before his kissed and licked my well fucked taboo hole.

The driver pulled himself together and got back into the driver’s seat. Ben and I kissed and relaxed as we drove away to head to our posh hotel downtown. We had the rest of the night to play before we were to fly to the Caribbean for our honeymoon. I kissed my husband and thanked him for the hot and dirty wedding present.

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This is a true story that is slightly embellished. I’ve changed the names and some of the events to protect the innocent. I tried to portray what happened as close as possible to the actuality. This is not fiction and, thus, the “characters” are very flawed. Please keep that in mind and treat that as such. A polite suggestion: negative flaming “Anonymous” commenters who appear to have one purpose (not constructive criticism, rather to destroy the self-esteem of the writer) will have their posts removed. I have not been the only victim of this vicious behavior. Please be respectful of your fellow Literoticans.

A special thank you and shout out to chixjinxbdsm who wrote a story whose male lead character reminded me so much of “Chris” that I felt compelled to finally draft my unresolved feelings on paper. You are a rock star among Literoticans! I can’t wait to find out what happens next to Aiden and Amy!

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He didn’t just say that, did he? I looked around the table, aghast at what had come out of his mouth.

I caught my best friend’s eye. She appeared equally shocked—and disgusted.

In contrast, I was shocked—but not disgusted. I was more aroused than anything, to be perfectly honest—and that scared me.

He stared at me through his glasses, his expression inscrutable, but, even after knowing him for only a few months, I could tell he was challenging me, daring me.

“Bend over this table for your birthday spanking,” he had said in the busy lounge of the liberal arts building at our university.

We dominated—pardon the pun—the only table in the room, a four-top in waitressing terms. At the table sat my best friend Jessica, him (Chris), and me (Lisa). The fourth seat was blank.

I’m sure he saw in my eyes that I was imagining it and getting turned on. Our eyes locked for several seconds before I realized that Jess was staring pointedly at me.

“Um, but my birthday was yesterday,” I demurred, brushing him off. It’s true; it was. I had turned 22 yesterday. It was his 21st birthday today. Even the adult me felt a bit superior to that, that I was a year and a day older than he was. I also used it as an excuse, the difference in our ages, to not submit to his command.

He appeared disappointed and even a little disgusted that I refused. Inwardly, I cursed myself for being a coward.

When I was eighteen, I read my first spanking story. I knew, at that time, that I wanted to be spanked. By a man. Whether as a prelude to sex or as discipline, I didn’t care; I just wanted it.

And I was ashamed of my deepest, darkest secret.

And now, four years later, I was given the perfect opportunity to be a spankee, and what do I do? I chicken out.

The conversation turned general after that. When the time came for us to move on to class, he watched me walk away. I felt his eyes on me, pale blue and piercing, as I turned to wave with a smile and wished him happy birthday again.

When Jess and I separated, studiously avoiding the conversational gambit Chris had mentioned, I collapsed against the wall, blushing furiously.

Two days Ümraniye Olgun Escort earlier, Jess and I were on the phone, and his name was mentioned. He had attached himself to our group early in the semester. Chris didn’t appear to have many friends. In fact, he appeared the awkward introvert. A nerd. But then, I was a nerd, as well.

We had started calling him “Icky Chris” to distinguish him from a man who had been in one of my classes the semester before.

I think one reason we called him icky was because he stared so hard at me every time he was around, making me extremely uncomfortable.

By no means was I used to masculine attention. As I said, I was a nerd. I was also overweight with overly large boobs, and I tended to hunch over to hide that fact. My hair was dark blonde slowly turning brown, and my eyes behind my glasses were an indeterminate shade of grayish green that I simply called hazel.

To me, the idea that he might be attracted to me was laughable. Until that day.

I went home that night and logged on to the website that was my newest secret obsession. The site was devoted to spanking stories, and I had masturbated to them for months.

Now, as I touched myself as I read, I was the woman draped over Chris’s knee or bent over the table or desk with my skirt tossed up and my panties pulled down to my knees, forced to be immobile while he relentlessly spanked, paddled, switched, and caned my ample pale ass.

He became my newest obsession.

I began actively paying attention to his every word and movement.

Before that day, he was on the fringes of our group, someone who would make often inappropriate comments about hot button issues that were so awkward you felt something almost akin to pity for him. I had never singled him out for attention or notice, had never felt we had deep meaningful conversations one-on-one.

But all that changed. The girl who had, throughout middle school and high school, watched as friends and classmates dated and hooked up, while scratching out romantic stories in the library at lunch, now came into my own.

I’m not proud of many of the things I did to attempt garner his attention and favor, but I feel it best to detail what happened.

I was known for arriving early at the lounge, sometimes by seven even if my first class was after 11. I did this to secure an okay parking spot and to get the table. There was only one coveted table in the lounge. And it was unofficially ours.

Now, I was sure to arrive early every day. With baited breath but while trying to appear nonchalant, I would wait to hear his distinctive, almost dragging steps. Then, I would studiously appear studious, reading a book or scribbling in one of my ever-present spiral notebooks.

I took to wearing tight sweater tops and little skirts. I hung on his every word. Oddly enough, we discovered we shared many views. Both of us had grown up in traditional nuclear family backgrounds, and we both wanted the same thing for ourselves one day. Even though we were both children of the 80s, our expectations for family life were Ümraniye Sarışın Escort deeply grounded in sitcoms of the fifties, in which the husband was the breadwinner who came home to wifey who had done the housekeeping and cleaning but still managed to wear a perfect A-line dress an pearls to make her husband proud when he arrived home at 6 in the evening.

Not that I was at university to receive my MRS. degree. I had lofty career goals that he appeared to respect.

We both had a love of classical and contemporary fantasy literature. We both discovered the Harry Potter books at about the same time. In fact, in his awkwardness, he could have easily been an older version of Harry Potter.

Those hours in the lounge spent talking, just talking, added up. Soon, we were both calling each other friends, but then something happened that twisted things slightly.

Jess had a friend named Valerie who didn’t like Chris. They completely rubbed each other the wrong way.

Chris wanted us all to “cut her off.” He had espoused that for another friend of Jess’s and mine that he had never met. Basically, he wanted us to have nothing to do with either of them—Valerie or our other friend.

I was called upon to be the peacekeeper. Jess was beyond frustrated with the situation by that point, so that left me, in the middle and unable to choose sides.

And part of me worried how I would deal if Chris decided to cut me off.

When I had something deep or difficult to discuss with him (and when the weather allowed it), we would go for walks. Part of this—a huge portion, in fact—was to ensure that he would not pop off a reckless statement (like asking me to bend over for a birthday spanking) in front of the crowded lounge.

I’m not sure, looking back on it now, that this tactic led to any self-preservation on my behalf. Quite the opposite, in fact.

It was during those moments of togetherness where he said some of the most outlandish things to me.

That day, when Jess beseeched, or rather demanded, that I intercede was one such event. Shrouded, partially hidden by the rows of crepe myrtles that flanked the walkway from the liberal arts building to the library, I begged him to be the bigger person, to bury the hatchet, and other trite statements involving Valerie.

At first, he wanted to argue, to accuse me of taking her side. I stood next to him, a few inches shorter, dressed in my little black skirt and cream cable knit sweater, a bit too tight through the boob area, and fired back before he could voice his response: “What do you want, me to get own on my knees and beg you?”

My outburst seemed to hold both of us in suspended animation. At the time, sheltered and virginal as I was, I had never done that, gone down on my knees before a man. But, I knew that mentioning it ranked right up there with his spanking directive for inappropriate behavior.

In the silence that followed, he stared into my eyes, for seconds, minutes, or hours; I couldn’t tell you which. I simply knew that I had to backtrack again.

His eyebrow raised, he scanned Ümraniye Şişman Escort down my body stopping briefly on my sweater, heaving at my breasts with an intoxicating mix of fear and desire. Meandering further to rest his eyes on the shorter than normal hemline of my skirt, he smiled slightly, that challenging glint in his eyes, and looked back up into my greenish-gray orbs, still mute with shock.

Lips that were thinly spread in a form of amusement I can only classify as cruel parted to form words, sounds, that could never be taken back.

Finally finding my voice, I rushed to elaborate. “I would do it, if simply to keep the peace—beg you, I mean.”

Despite the chill of the first bite of autumn, causing the shift from skimpier shorts and tees to sweaters and, for Chris, his ever-present tan leather jacket that always seemed to remind me of a large overstuffed leather easy chair in a British lord’s library or study, I felt heat flood my face. Without looking, I was sure that, from my eyes to my chin, my normally pale skin was fuchsia or even crimson.

He appeared to consider my offer. With a smirk, he looked knowingly in my eyes as he came to a decision.

Please, please don’t make me drop down to my knees in front of you I pleaded to him with my eyes.

But another part, the core of me that was responsible for my pussy leaking onto my panties, dampening them, reveled in an additional show of his cruelty, his sadistic streak. Please, please, please make me kneel before you, that partition of me seemed determined to speak.

By now, I had branched out from run-of-the-mill spanking stories to full-on BDSM textual porn. I knew, or at least I thought I knew, what that entailed.

At the last second, he relented. We both heard—and saw—people coming up the walkway toward us, so we veered to the right, making a loop to head back to the liberal arts building. No words were spoken until we neared the lounge again. And, this time, he broke the silence.

“For you, I’ll do it; I’ll keep the peace, I mean.”

“For me?” My heart began to trip hammer and a blush warmed me almost to a fever point.

He nodded. “For you. I wouldn’t do it for anyone else in that lounge, Lisa, not Jess and certainly not Valerie. You’re the leader of us, the lounge lizards, the one around whom we all revolve.”

I was stunned into silence. Words jammed up in my brain, but I could not give voice to them. Following Chris in to the lounge where Jess awaited the results of my semi-self-imposed mission, all I could manage was a tight smile and a nod.

Chris, by contrast, entered the room gregariously, as if nothing had ever been wrong, as if nothing momentous ha just happened outdoors.

But, I felt bereft and knew that nothing would be the same again. He walked me to my next class. As I smiled at him in farewell, still on autopilot until I was alone and could sort out my emotions, Chris handed me a slip of paper with seven digits. A phone number. “Yours?” I asked, still not able to comprehend everything.

“Mine. Write yours on this slip of paper,” he directed, and just like that, I did, as if in a trance. “See you tomorrow,” he said over his shoulder. He loped off down the hall, whistling.

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Let me know if you think I should continue. I warn you: the interlude with “Chris” did not end happily. My BDSM journey has “ended” happily, however.

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Two months after having moved in with Master, i had to visit my doctor again. My Gynecologist was in Tennessee. i knew i had fibroid tumors that had not been totally removed in the previous procedure. i was constantly bleeding. i could not go on this way. i made the trip down in one day and back. The doctor came in to the room i was waiting and i spoke before he could, and told him i wanted a full Hysterectomy. i wanted this over and finished. The appointment was set up at the hospital for the surgery to be done in one month. After i had returned home, Biker and i discussed what care i would need after the surgery. Susan would be coming up to visit that weekend, so we would talk with her about it as well. i was happy she was coming i wanted her to see our new home. We had already begun planning for the day when she and her kids would be moving in with us. That time was not far off, maybe by summer’s end, just before the new school year would start for Nikki.

It was now April, spring was showing itself in tiny buds on the trees, the yellow daffodils were in bloom and the grass was turning from brown to green. The sunshine was growing warmer each day. i was able to open the windows of the trailer and breathe fresh clean air. i loved watching as the wind would gently blow in and lift the curtains. i had clothes hanging on the line to dry in the sun each day. Nothing smelled sweeter than clothes dried in the sun.

On Friday evening Susan and the kids arrived. Our trailer was small. Only one bedroom that Biker and i shared. Susan would sleep with us on that set of double mattresses. We still had no bed frame. We would lay out sleeping bags for Jen and her boyfriend Darrel. Nikki would use the sofa. i was working out in my head just how this was going to work, all of us living in this small trailer. There was not room to move about. We chatted a while, had snacks of chips, salsa and soda’s. Then everyone settled in for the night. Jim, Susan and myself headed off to bed.

The kids were watching the TV. It was up loud but that would cover any noise that might drift out to their young perceptive ears. It is hard for me to explain the mixed emotions i had. i enjoyed having Susan to talk too, but then i also hated what i knew was coming once we were in bed. Sometimes it was a little more than pleasant. The three of us would laugh and joke around, Listen to music and then the play would begin. On some of these occasions i would be the recipient of their attention. But it never lasted very long. They soon became distracted from me and began to focus on each other. After all Susan had not had any attention from Biker for a few weeks. At times Biker would instruct me to do certain things, such as toy with Susan’s nipples while He loved toying with her ass. Many times Susan and i would focus on Biker. There did seem to be an air of competition between us. Each trying to please Him in certain ways. Who could do the best B. J., Or who could get the most reaction from Him. i hated feeling this way. We did enjoy each other. I should say they enjoyed each other. It’s how i felt whether it was true or my own insecurities. When the play was over. i would turn over on my side, away from them and try to fall asleep. Biker did make the effort to hold she and I both for a bit. He slept in the middle.

Morning came and i was up cleaning up from the night before and making coffee for when they woke. i am an early rise anyway. i made myself a cup of coffee and went out to sit on the front steps. i loved the early morning hours as the sun came up. Watching the cows graze across the way. Watching the birds gathering twigs to build the nests for their young on the way. It was also a time for me to gather myself for the day. i wondered if all poly homes had the issues mine did. Did all slaves have this inner conflict? Were they filled with doubt and anxiety? Was their fear?

The walls of the trailer were thin so i could hear movement inside. i went back and found the kids stirring. i could see down the hall into the bedroom and Biker and she were sitting up in bed talking and kissing. i prepared their coffee and took Ümraniye Esmer Escort it in to them. i sat down on the edge of the bed and began discussing my surgery. Susan would come up and stay with me the week after the surgery so Biker could go to work each day.

i had told Susan i wanted to make me a small rose garden and plant some other flowers about the yard. After we had eaten breakfast and dressed the three of us took off for the greenhouses. She said she knew just the right things for our yard. i have to admit i was a bit put out by her manner. i knew what i wanted and how to plant them but she had Biker’s ear. So i just followed along. After browsing though the houses we picked out a variety of flowering plants, potting soil and fertilizer. We then returned home and began digging up the areas we intended to plant. At one point i almost lost my self-control, (which I never do), But i was feeling pushed. i was carrying a bucket of water to soak the plants and wanted so desperately to soak Susan instead. i resisted that urge only because i feared Biker’s reaction. i went inside instead and gave up my desire to plant my own flowers. The joy of it was gone. i busied myself with chores. After another night of play, Susan and the children left for home. The house was nice and quiet again. i did not say a word to Biker about how the flower incident bothered me.

Over the next few weeks prior to my surgery, i spoke often to Susan, either by way of online chat or by phone. Biker had a project deadline so He would not be able to be with me for the surgery in Tennessee. Susan was irate. There was no way i could be alone while having surgery. i told her it was ok that my Mom and Dad who lived near the hospital would be there. This did not satisfy her. She seemed upset with Biker. Biker worked for the military as a civilian and this job had to be done. She decided she would come to the hospital with me until Biker could get to me on Friday. i was going in on Thursday and having the surgery the same morning. Susan said she would be there. She never came.

On Thursday evening after my surgery, Biker called and told me Susan was on her way there. Not to the hospital but to our Home. i had not told Biker that Susan had said she would be with me at the hospital. i was still dazed from the surgery and drugs so didn’t quite get it. He had told her He did not need her there as He was coming down on Friday to stay with me. She was coming anyway she would have the house ready for me when i got home. We said goodnight and hung up. Friday morning Biker called, and told me He would be leaving shortly to come down. Susan was there. i did not say a word about her not showing up at the hospital like she had said she would. On Saturday morning Biker and i left the hospital. He had loaded the bike onto the truck. i had driven it down for my surgery. Once home i was settled on the sofa so i could be with them and not isolated in the bedroom. The children had come with her. They all took very good care of me, making sure i had everything i needed. On Monday Biker returned to work and I was left in the caring hands of them. Susan and the kids took care of the chores, which completely surprised me.

i was straitening the bedclothes on my bed when i noticed the sheets needed washing. i knew i had just washed them the day before i left. What i saw was unmistakably dried cum on my sheets. i was a crushed. Not that Biker couldn’t play with her if He wished, but while i was in the hospital, having surgery? As sore as i was i ripped the sheets from the bed and tossed them into the wash. Later that day i was in the kitchen getting a drink of water. i needed to walk to work the soreness out. Susan comes in and shows me her tits. There were bruises on them. She pretended not to know how they had gotten there. i’m thinking, now come on! Did she really expect me not to know how they gotten there? She had been fucking my Biker while i lay sick in the hospital. When she had seemed so upset that Biker wouldn’t be with me, here she was in my home and my bed and trying to act oh so innocent. i was furious, hurt and Ümraniye Eve Gelen Escort feeling betrayed by her. But as always i kept my feelings and thoughts inside. The rest of the week i reminded myself that she was here looking after me. At night i could not play. It would be some months before i could. i wouldn’t say she and Biker didn’t at all during that week but how could i expect them not too. It would be some time before we saw her again.

Two weeks later we drove down to visit her. The thirteenth of May was Biker’s anniversary, of our meeting online and mine. i had a surprise planned for Him with Susan’s help. Biker had never insisted i have my nipples or clit pierced, But i knew how He loved the idea. No way would Susan entertain the idea of doing the same, She had said so. i was determined. i knew it would be painful but never the less i wanted it done. Now this is only my feeling, but i felt Susan decided to have her nipples done so as not to be out done by me. She and i left early that morning while Biker stayed with Nikki, Jen went along with us. Biker had no clue.

We drove into Columbia and stopped at a small tattoo parlor. Susan knew this man. He had done a couple of tattoos for her. Susan went first. i watched. i heard her let out a couple of screams but then it was over. i was a bit nervous but still had a made up mind to go through with this. It was for my Biker. It was my turn. i sat down and the man prepared my tits with some alcohol and proceeded to pierce my nipples. Yes!!! It hurt like Hell! i felt a bit faint but quickly recovered feeling proud i had gone through with it. The next step was my clit.

If i had known what i do now no way would i have let him touch me. He lied through His proverbial ass. He said it would not hurt as bad as the nipples had. Good thing Biker was not present He might have decked the guy. Susan and Jen stood in the room with me. It was a tiny cubicle, barely room enough to get into and sit in this reclining type chair. i leaned back and parted my legs wide. The room was not air-conditioned and no fan to circulate fresh air. i saw Him preparing a tray with sterilized tools. i felt him take hold of the hood over my clit and then. i nearly jumped clear out of the chair. i screamed from the top of my lungs. i felt i was going to pass out. i was hot and couldn’t breathe. Susan began fanning me. She told me later my face went deathly white. Jen rushed to get a wet paper towel and a glass of water. The guy was trying to hook the ring but when i had moved the needle had slipped. He tried for five minutes with me screaming for him to get it done. i wasn’t going home without that ring. He finally said he just couldn’t go on. It was going to work. i began crying not from the pain but from disappointment. i had gone through this for nothing. My surprise for Biker was not going to happen.

When i could stand, i carefully left the room without a word and slipped out side. i could breathe again and no longer felt faint. i waited on Susan and we drove back to her place. The clit no longer hurt. i cried all the way home. By the time we reached home our tits were unbelievably painful. Biker was walking along the drive with Nikki and her cousin Elizabeth. He said He could tell something was going on from the look on our faces. We just smiled limply and drove on up to the house. i went straight upstairs and waited on Susan to bring Biker up. i felt as though my surprise was a dismal failure. Not only had Susan stolen my thunder, the clit piercing was also a flop. He was quite pleased with the both of us. He told us that none of it was demanded but He was wearing the biggest smile. It did make me feel happier just seeing Him pleased. Susan and i spent the rest of the weekend nursing our wounds. On Sunday Jim and i left to go home.

Joe, our landlord knew how much i wanted a porch to sit out on. He and his son David showed up one Monday morning with another helper. They were there to build me that porch. We had become very close to Joe and his family, in just a short time. Jim was home. It was some sort of paid holiday for Him. Ümraniye Evi Olan Escort i was very pleased to have Him home and now i would have a porch to sit on. i kept the coffee coming and baked a coffee cake for their trouble. Between the four men i had a small sitting porch by noon that day. They would come back in a few weeks and add a roof to it.

That evening Biker and i sat out under the stars. It was a beautiful night. There were no streets lights to interfere with the view of the heavens. The moon was full and shone brightly. The starts never seem larger or to sparkle more. i had made us a drink. Biker had His usual Captain Morgan’s Spiced Rum and Coke and for myself a Vodka and O J. We sat quietly and talked for hours. This was the time i sometimes chose to speak to Him of the things that troubled me. i always seem to stutter and stumble trying to put my feelings in words. i had to choose my words carefully so as not appear to be attacking. By now i knew Biker also loved Susan. His eyes lit up thinking of her or even hearing her name. Biker sat quietly and listened.

i was worried about the small living quarters we had. Susan and her brood would add four more to that small space. The fourth being Jen’s boyfriend Darrel. He would be moving in too. We liked Darrel so if He was willing to work and pay into the house that was fine. We would have to move in order to accommodate a family that size, my other issues a side and those issues were many, One being Nikki. She was ten. Nikki had been abandon by her father. He had nothing to do with her so Susan tried to make up for that By allowing her to have her own way most of the time. Nikki would stand and argue about anything. She was constantly in your face needing your undivided attention. As i was supposed to be Prime, i would be running the house. Susan would not make Nikki behave. This, neither Jim nor i could handle. She would not correct Nikki.

So I had made it clear she would follow the rules Jim set up for her, as would Jen and Darrel. Since i would be the one home while He worked, it would fall to me to see that those rules were adhered too. Nikki was having none of that and Susan was not reinforcing that idea. If Susan had taken her role, as she should have, there would have been no further issue, but she wouldn’t or could not. This caused Biker and i some stress to say the least. Nikki was a heavy child. She did nothing but sit in front of a TV and snack when she was not in school. This would change. She took all evening to get her homework done. Many nights way past her usual bedtime of nine it still was not done. This would also stop. She would be in bed at nine and her homework finished. The TV would not be on while she did so either. She was always picky about the foods she wanted, which was mostly junk. She always wanted something different that what was on the table for the rest of us. This would also be stopped.

My issues also included my own desires not to raise another family. i had raised seven children. Three were my own, and four nephews that belonged to my sister. i did not want to do this again. i was 52 and wanted my own life. As much as i cared for Jen, i wasn’t looking forward to living that part of my life over again. i also know Biker was not thrilled either. But He wanted Susan. If it had just been Susan it would have been very different. When they would visit, if without having to tell them too, they would at least clean up after themselves that would have helped my feelings. It seemed they thought they were staying in a motel, where a maid came in and did that for them. i was Not the maid. i didn’t want to have to direct every cleanup job, and i shouldn’t have too as three of them were adults. i cooked the meals and then did the cleanup. i did the laundry. There would be chip bags, full ashtrays, empty soda cans and dirty glasses scattered throughout the trailer. This, i also cleared away. In many respects i was relieved when they went home. i would be extremely tired and need a day or so to recover.

Biker had sat there while i tripped over myself trying to explain my reasoning. I knew it upset Him. He had some of the same concerns. Biker had raised three children as well and felt it was our time to live. But His love for Susan demanded He follow through. He stated He would see to those things i mentioned. They would have to help and abide by common house rules.

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It was about 2 in the morning when I pulled into his apartment complex. As I drove to the back I could see the spot he was talking about, a big dumpster in an almost completely unlit part of the parking lot, so I did as he said and pulled into one of the parking spots right beside it.

As soon as I parked I got a text from him: “Now do what I said.”

I responded, “You mean get in the back seat?”

“Yeah bitch, I’m on my way.”

So I did what he said. I hopped out of my truck and got into the backseat. I made sure the doors were unlocked and the lube was sitting on the console. When I turned and glanced out of the back window I could see him, emerging from the shadows of the three story apartment complex, walking towards me. He was a tall and thin black man with an athletic build. My heart started racing and as he got closer I turned in my seat, put my head down and ass up in the air as he had demanded earlier. I couldn’t believe I was doing this!

I had found this guy on Kik and after chatting and sharing pics he wanted me to come to his apartment so he could fuck me. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I already had quite a bit to drink that night and I was feeling extra slutty so I told him I would come by as long as he agreed to be rough with me and call me dirty names. He was more than down for that. As our chatting continued he decided that I was too much of a dirty sissy whore to go inside his apartment so instead, he would fuck me in my own car by the dumpster and if I were a good faggot he was going to piss all over me when he was done!

So there I was waiting to get manhandled!

Just then, my passenger side door opened and the cold morning air rushed in lifting my dress ever so slightly and sending a chill across my bare ass cheeks sandwiching the tight blue thong I was wearing. I could feel the truck bounce as he climbed in and shut the door behind him.

I glanced over my shoulder and he quickly shouted, “Eyes front!” I snapped my eyes forward immediately.

“Mmm yeah.” I could hear him growl as he undid his pants. Then, his big rough hands were all over my ass massaging it, and then slapping it. Smack! Smack! He gave me a couple of good spankings making me wiggle and moan a little. Then he said, “I’m gonna ruin this bitch ass tonight. You ready slut!?” Ümraniye Fetiş Escort

“Yes, Sir.” My voice quivered as I listened to him lubing and stroking his cock.

Then, he pulled my thong to the side, firmly shoved my torso down, and pushed his fat cock head up against my sissy hole. I took a deep breath and tried to relax. I could feel the tip of his cock stretching my anus and then, finally, my sphincter relaxed and swallowed his massive mushroom tip!

“Aghhhhh!” I moaned in ecstasy.

“Oh yeah, that’s fucking tight.” He said.

Once the tip was in, he grabbed my hips with both hands and started to push his cock deep inside me.

“Ohh god!” He was so huge!

“Yeah, take it all bitch boi!” He said as he continued to drill deeper into my love hole.

His slow pushing quickly turned into fast and hard pounding. He didn’t give me any time to get used to the size of his cock. He was giving me the full length of his big black cock, all the way in, and almost all the way out. It was intense! I could feel his pendulous balls slapping my tucked clitty!

I was trying my best to take it but he was fucking me so hard that I was pressed up against the door and desperately trying to find something to cling to. He started pulling his cock all the way out and then slamming back in, deeper and deeper. If anyone else was outside they would definitely know what was going on from how much the truck was rocking!

“You like that fat dick faggot boi?”

“Ohh god yeeEESssss!”

Then he pulled it completely out and sat back in his seat.

“Get yo nasty ass over here and suck your ass juice off my dick!”

I clumsily spun around and he immediately grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face down onto his massive glistening dick. I opened my mouth and took in his cock. I could taste the precum, lube, and my own ass. My head was spinning! He shoved on the back of my head making me take as much as I could. I think I only managed to get half of his member down my throat before I began to gag and choke on him, but that didn’t deter him

“Yeah, gag on it bitch!”

My eyes were watering and tears were rolling down my cheeks. By now his cock was covered in my saliva.

“Turn the fuck around!”

I did what he said, as fast as Ümraniye Gecelik Escort I could. I spun around, face back against the door and ass in the air. He didn’t waste any time. Before I was even situated he slammed his spit covered cock deep inside me!

“Holy fuck!” I shouted.

He started pounding me even harder than before and this time he reached around and grabbed me by the throat and began choking me hard. I almost fainted but he released my throat and slapped my face really hard.

“Alright slut,” he pulled his cock out of me and sat up “Get out of the truck and go back behind the dumpster.”

I hesitated. He caught me off guard. He was pounding and choking so hard for so long I was a bit disoriented. He had already opened his door and stepped out before I regained just enough of my composure.

He leaned in to the door, “Get the fuck out now bitch before I drag yo ass back there!”

“Ugh y-e-ssss s-i-rrr.” I stammered.

I opened my door and stepped out in to the dark parking lot. I was a little light headed and dizzy and completely disheveled, but I staggered towards the dumpster. As he came around the back of the truck I met him beside the dumpster he gave me a shove.

“I said behind the dumpster faggot. I don’t want nobody seeing me with you.” He gave me another shove and in my inebriated state I almost lost my balance and had to grab the nasty dumpster to steady myself.

It was completely dark behind the dumpster, and of course, it smelled awful. There was a piece of an old furniture box behind it though so I quickly threw it flat on the ground so I wouldn’t have to get on the dirty pavement.

“On yo knees sissy, I got some piss for you.”

I did as I was told. I dropped to my knees on the old piece of cardboard, looked up at him, and opened my mouth. When he undid his pants to take his cock out, I could smell myself all over loins. He stepped back just a bit and released his hot pungent yellow stream. At first it landed on my forehead and in my eyes, but he corrected it and made it go into my mouth. I swallowed some of his salty juice and spit some of it out. It felt so wonderful rolling down my chest. It was so warm against the cold wind blowing across my skin.

He then started to move his cock around making Ümraniye Genç Escort his never ending stream land all over me. My face hair and dress were covered in his urine. Then, he stopped pissing.

“Bend over and lift yo dress.”

I quickly did as he demanded.

“Spread that ass bitch.”

I laid my face down on the now wet, piss covered, cardboard, reached back with both my hands and spread my ass cheeks apart. He then let another hot stream of piss go, and completely covered my ass. It felt so amazing! His piss was running down the small of my back and soaking the back of my dress, and as I lay there, eyes closed, he aimed his pisser right at my face and drenched me.

“Ahh yeah, you a dirty little bitch.” He said as he emptied his bladder all over me. “Now turn around and suck my dick hard.”

Again, I did as he commanded. As I took his cock into my mouth I could taste the piss on the tip of it. He grabbed my head with both hands and started using my face to jerk his cock off. It didn’t take more than a minute of me choking, gagging, and drooling on his cock before he was rock hard again.

“Now bend the fuck over. I want yo face in that puddle of piss and yo ass in the air cuz I’m about to bust dis nut up in yo hole faggot.”

I spun around and put my face down in the now cold puddle of piss and I braced myself for what was about to happen.

He squatted down and spit on my gaping hole and then, with no concern for how much it might hurt me, he shoved his massive black cock into my ass!

“Ohh fuuuuck! Shiiiittt!”

“Yeah! Take it… Take it bitch boi!”

He was pounding me hard and with purpose now. He was clearly ready to blow his load and I could feels his heavy balls slamming against my taint as he fucked me with everything he had.

“Ohh gawd! Please cuuum! I dunno how much more I can take! Aghhhhh!” I whimpered.

He hammered away at my poor sissy hole for only a couple of minutes before I felt him tense up.

“Aghhhhh yeahhhhhh, you ready bitch! Ugh ugh ugh ughhhh! Yeah take that shit! Ugh!”

“Ohh gawd, yes!” I cried out.

I could feel his cock twitching inside me and his hot load filling me up. He pump his cock in me a couple more times and then yanked his cook out of me causing some of his come to leak out of my ass. It was so intense that I fell flat on my tummy when he pulled out.

“Haha, damn! Later bitch”

With that he just walked away leaving me laying there behind the nasty dumpster in a puddle of piss with his cum leaking from my gaping asshole.

I felt so used, so dirty, and so sexy!

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