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Beklenmedık bır sekılde gelıstı….
1 yıl kadar once basımdan gecen bır olayı sızınle paylasmak ıstıyorum.Oncelıkle kendımı tanıtayım adım Noyan İstanbul Avrupa yakasında Kurtulusta oturuyorum.Ermenıyım fızıksel ozellıklerımde klasık bır ermenı gıbıdır.Kara kas kara goz boyum 1.80 kılom72 22 yasındayım cok yakısıklı degılım ama cevremde ılgı goren bır kısıyımdır.Her neyse artık sadete gelelım (:
Daha oncede belırttıgım gıbı yaklasık 1 yıl once dershanede basımdan gecen bır olayı anlatacagım.
Aılemın maddı durumları yuzunden okula lıseden sonra ara vermıstım.Gecen sene artık okula gerı donebılmek unıversıtelı olabılmek ıcın Besıktasta bır dershaneye yazıldım.Yasım dıger ogrencılerden buyuk oldugu ıcın dershanede asosyal takılıor test cozuyor hemen hemen aynı yaslarda oldugum stajyer ogretmenlerle muhabbet edıyordum.Dershanenın hemen hemen son zamanlarıydı artık butun ogretmenlerle aram ıyı hepsıyle muhabettım vardı.Bırgun Dershaneden cıakrken stajyer ogretmenlerden cografya ogretmenı olan Özden hocayla(1.70 boylarında esmer bır ogretmen olarak cekıcı bır kadındır) cıkısta karsılastık daha oncedende muhabbetım oldugu ıcın rahatca muhabbet edebılıyordum.Gelın sıze bır cay ısmarlıyayım dedım oda kabul ettı ve Lavazza adlı kafeye gıttık saatler ılerlemıstı artık muhabbetımız neredeyse belden asagıya ınmıstı.Kafe artık kapanmak uzereydı ve Özden’e ıstersen muhabbete baska bır yerde devam edelım dedım oda saat artık gec oldu yarın sabah dershanede erkenden dersım var dıyerek ıstersen bıze gıdelım orda devam edelım dedı bende kabul ettım.Muhabbet etmeye basladıgımız andan ıtıbaren hıc aklımda kotu bır nıyet yoktu sadece yakın gordugu ıcın bana rahat rahat acılabıldıgını dusunuyordum.Evıne vardık ve bırer turk kahvesı yaptı artık yavas yavas bana dokunuyordu ve bende tarık olmaya baslamıstım ona karsılık vermek ıstıyor aynı zamanda cekınıyordum.Bır anda baska bır sey konusurken uzun suredır senden hoslanıyordum ama fırsatını bulup acılamadım dershane ortamında oldugumuz ıcın nasıl karsılanır dıye hep aklımda soru ısaretlerı vardı ama dayanamadım umarım benı yanlıs anlamıssındır dedı ve kafasını one egdı. O anda o kadar masumdu kı hıc bır sey soylemeden kafasını kaldırıp dudaklarına ufak bır opucuk kondurdum yanı onu yokluyordum.Karsılık alınca sankı bırbırnı yıllardır seven ama bır turlu kavusamayan bır cıft gıbı opusmeye baslamıstık arttık ellerım onun butun vucutunda dolasıyordu oda saclarımdan tutuyor sırtıma tırnaklarını bastırıyordu yavas yavas uzerındekı tsortu cıkarttım sıyah sutyenı kalmıstı ama acele etmıyordum butun her seyı onun yapmasını ıstıyordum boylesı daha zevklıydı… Oda bana karsılık verıyordu benı yavas yavas soyuyordu artık bedenıme kucuk opucukler konduruyordu yavas yavas benım cok buyuk olmıyan 17 18 cm bıraz kalın penısıme gelmıstı hıc beklemıyordum ondan ve artık penısım onun o dolgun dudaklarının arasından agzının ıcındeydı ve cok guzel bır sekılde agzında gıt gel yapıyordu elıyle tassaklarımı ovuyordu delırmıstım cok fazla tadmın oluyordum onu yavas yavas yukarıya kaldırdım goguslerını yapmaya basladım hafıf hafıf ısırıp bırakıyordum ınlemeye baslamıstı ama gozlerının ıcı parlıyordu halınden mutluydu ve zevk alıyordum bu durumda benı daha cok motıve edıyordu.Gobek delıgınden hızlıca dılımı kaydırarak sıyah normal ıc camarısının uzerınden vajınasına dıl darbelerı vurmaya basladım ınlemelerı artmıstı ve ıc camasırınıda cıkarttım hafıf kıllıydı ama kotu bır goruntusu yoktu.Artık dılım klıtorısındeydı dudaklarımla cekıp bırakıyrodu vajınasından akan sular artık cenemden vucudtuma ınıyordu artık gırmemeı ıstıyordu sanırım ıcıne bakıslarından bellıydı bende artık dayanamıyordum ayaga kalktım onuda bıraz kendıme yaklastırdım yavas hareketlerle ıcıne gırmeye basladım artık ınlemelerının yerını ufak cıglıklar almıstı artık rahat rahat ıcıne gıdıp gelıyordum bır anda uzerınde oldugumuz kanapeyı sıkmaya basladı kendını tutamıyordu ben ıcındeyken bosaldı bende onun bıraz rahatlaması ıcın tempomu dusurmustum bır kac dakıka gectıkden sonra tempomu yenıden arttırmak ıcın kendısını ılerıye ve gerıye hareket ettırmeye basladım ben yenıden basladım cok hızlanmıstım artık ufak cıglıklar yerını buyuk bagrıntılara bırakmıstı arada sırada egılıp opuyordum ama cok surmuyordu cunku ıstemeden cıglık atıyordu ben artık daha fazla dayanamıyordum kulagına dogru egılerek ıcınemı bosalayım dedım nasıl ıstersen sen suanda benım sahıbımsın dıyerek cevap verdı ben de kendımı ve onu rıske atmamak ıcın penısımı vajınasından cıkarttım ve goguslerının uzerıne bosaldım 5 10 dk yanyana uzandık ben Özdene artık ıstersen ben gıdeyım sabah dersın var dedım karsılık olarak gıtmek ıstıyorsan gıt yada burda kal beraber uyuyalım dedı bende kabul ettım beraber dusa gırdık dusta sadece opusuyor ve bırbırımızı ellıyorduk cunku yenıden seks yapmaya baslasaydık ıkımızınde sabah kalkamayacagını bılıyorduk dustan cıktık ve yarı cıplak bır sekılde yataga gırdık sarılarak uyuduk suanda 9aydır bırlıkteyız o gunden berı hıc ayrılmadık ama yınede arada kacamaklarım oluyor onlarıda daha sonra sızınle paylasabılırım…

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Bir akşam daha başlamaktaydı yaşadığım kentte. Emeklilik dilekçemi verdiğim günden beri evdeydim. Sabahları eşimi işe uğurladıktan sonra önce ev işlerine dalıyor, bunları halledince de geçiyordum bilgisayarın başına ve başlıyordum yazmaya ve internette sörf yapıp video müzik ve sair şeylerle oyalanmaya. Akşam olmasına yakın da geçiyordum mutfağa ve yemek hazırlamaya duruyordum.
O akşam da bu minvalde başlamıştı. Yemekleri hazırladıktan sonra sofrayı kurmuş ve balkonda puro ve kahve keyfi yapmaya başlamıştım. Derken kapı çalındı. Hemen puromu bir kenara koyup gittim açmaya kapıyı. Gelen eşimdi. Yüzümde gülücüklerle karşıladım onu. Orada birbirimize sarılıp, en ateşli öpücüklerimizi vermemiz gece olacakların habercisiydi adeta.
Eşimin akşam hazırlığının ardından oturduk sofraya ve keyif içinde yenen yemeğin sonrasında geçtik televizyonun karşısına. Bir süre kanallar arasında dolandıktan sonra bir filme takılıp kaldık. Sarmaş dolaş izlediğimiz ve arada bir birbirimize bakarak dudaklarımızı birleştirdiğimiz film bitince geçtik bilgisayarın başına ve internette bir süre dolaştık durduk. Derken bilgisayarı kapatıp balkona çıktık, kadehler elimizde. Bir yandan şarap içerken bir yandan da manzarayı izlemeye durduk kulaklarımıza aşk sözcükleri fısıldayarak.
Tam bu sırada eşim elindeki kadehi bir kenara bırakıp içeri gitti. Bana da eliyle beklememi söyleyen bir işaret yaptı. Meraklanmıştım. Neyse ki bu merakım fazla uzun sürmedi. eşim yeniden salona geldiğinde üzerinde harika bir transparan bluz vardı, altındaysa çok beğendiğim o dantelli külodu. Hayran hayran ona bakarken o kadehini eline aldı ve bana şuh bakışlar atarak yudumlamaya başladı. Bir yandan da ateşli öpücükler gönderiyordu. Yavaş yavaş içimde bir şeyler kaynamaya başlamıştı.
Hemen hemen gece yarısına kadar balkonda o halde kaldık. Fakat bu arada ben de biraz şarabın birazsa eşimin ateşli halinin etkisiyle üzerimdekileri çıkartmış sutyen ve külotla kalmıştım. Ve birbirimize iyice sokulmuş, hatta sarılmış halde şaraplarımızı yudumlarken arada bir de en ateşli biçimde öpüşüyorduk… İyice ateşimizin başımıza vurduğu anda eşim önce elindeki kadehi bir kenara bıraktı, sonrasında benim elimdeki kadehi bir kenara koyduktan sonra elimden tutup beni yerimden kaldırdı ve hiç bir şey sormamam gerektiğini işaret ederek ve elimi bırakmadan yatak odamıza götürdü.
Daha içeri girer girmez başladık sarmaş dolaş bir halde çılgınlar gibi öpüşmeye. Öpüştükçe iyice azgınlaşıyorduk. eşim öpüşmemizi kesmeden beni yatağa sürükledi ve bir hamlede atıverdi yatağın üzerine. Ardından çarçabuk üzerindekileri çıkartıp uzandı yanıma. Uzanır uzanmaz da başladı her yanımı çılgınlar gibi öpmeye ve yalamaya. Ben de ona aynı biçimde karşılık veriyor ve bu bizi daha da azgınlaştırıyordu. Bu sırada eşim bir anda önce sutyenimi sonra da külodumu bir çırpıda çıkarıverdi. İlk önce göğüslerimi emip okşadıktan sonra göbeğime oradan bacaklarıma ve ayaklarıma geçti. Ayaklarımı resmen yalayıp yutuyordu. Ben de zevkten inliyor ve ona en ateşli sözcükleri fısıldıyordum. Eşim ayaklarımı öpüp okşamasının ardından yavaşça bacaklarımı öpüp okşayarak apış arama geldi. Önce arka deliğimi sonra da iyice sırılsıklam olmuş kadınlığımı emmeye başladı. Zevkten çıldırmıştım. Ben de eşimin okşanmadık yerini bırakmıyordum. Ve eşim kadınlığıma attığı dil darbeleriyle beni zevkten uçuruyordu. Bu anın hiç bitmemesini istiyordum. Bu yüzden boşalmamak için kendimi sıkıyordum.
Eşim kadınlığımın ardından önce göbeğime sonra da göğüslerime hamle yaptı. Göğüslerimi yoğururken dudaklarıma en içten öpüşlerini sunuyordu. Tam o sırada usulca kadınlığını kadınlığıma yaklaştıran eşim kadınlığını kadınlığıma sürtmeye başladı yavaşça. Artık tamamen kendimden geçmiştim. İkimiz de aldığımız zevkin etkisiyle çığlık atmaya başlamıştık. Derken daha fazla dayanamadık ve sarsıla sarsıla aynı anda boşaldık. Bir süre daha öpüşüp birbirimizi yumuşak hareketlerle okşadıktan sonra sırt üstü uzanıp birer sigara yaktık. Bir yandan derin derin soluk alıp verirken bir yandan da sigaralarımızı telleniyorduk.
Tam sigaralarımız bitmişti ki eşim bana doğru dönerek lez pornosu izlemeyi önerdi. Kabul ettim bu önerisini hemen. Ve yataktan kalkıp çırılçıplak geçtik televizyonun başına ve dvd’ye bir tane lez pornosu koydum. Film başlarken gözüm saate ilişti bir anda, saat gecenin dördüne geliyordu… Birbirimize sarılmış halde bir saati aşkın lez pornosunu izledik. İzlerken de ara sıra birbirimize dudaklarımızı sunuyor ve birbirimizi okşuyorduk.
Film biter bitmez de eşim birden üzerime atılıp çılgınlar gibi beni öpmeye ve okşamaya başladı. Benim de karşılık vermemin ardından kanepede bir saati aşkın çılgınlar gibi seviştik. Günün ilk ışıkları oturma odamıza dolarken biz sabaha kadar süren sevişmelerin verdiği yorgunlukla birbirimize sarılmış halde ve bir yandan birbirimizi öpüp yumuşak hareketlerle okşarken bir yandan da aşk sözcükleri fısıldıyorduk kulaklarımıza.

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1970 ler ilk deneyim
Lise 2. sınıftaydım Alman cı uzaktan da olsa babamın cok yakın arkadaşı akrabalarımız bize (Ankara ya) gelmişlerdi ,
Emel adında 15 yaşlarında kız ları ile birlikte, ömer amcanın babası ölmüş Kayseri ye gideceklerdi babam ve annemi de alarak , Bana kardeşim (8 Yaşında uğur ) ile birlikte EMEL ,sen ve kardeşin evde kalın biz yarın sabah geliriz Genç lik parkına gidebilirsiniz ama erken gelin diyerek Gittiler ben kardeşim ve Emel Gençlik parkına (Ankarayı bilenler bilir yapay gölü,Luna parkı çay bahçeleri olan inanılmaz bir yerdi şimdilerde nasıl bilmiyorum), Gidecek tik küçük kardeşim gelmek istemedi komşu nun oğlu ile oynamak istedi , biz Emel ile birlikte Gençlik parkına gidip kayık kiraladık Almanya da hayat nasıl faslı başladı Emel bilgiç edası ile bizleri de hor görerek Almanya bir üst dünya olduğunu sayısız örnekler ile anlatıyor bende kayık küreği çekiyor onu gezdiriyordum, Biraz kızgınlık biraz merak tan, Emel Almanlar sokak ta öpüşüyormuş doğrumu dedim başladı anlatmaya.. hatta kız arkadaşı ingirit ile birlikte 8 mm film makine sin de sex filmi izlemişler kaçak olarak orada ne öpüşmeler anlatamayacağı şeyler görmüş , İnanmıyorum dedik çe daha da detaya girerek anlatıyordu, Peki yarak – amcık emmesi varmıy dı , tabi ki sen nereden biliyorsun demez mi, , Madem anlatacaksın Açık Açık anlat ta öğreneyim deyince Bilgiç lik damarı kabarıp daha detaylı anlatmaya başladı ,benimki çelik gibi olmuş neredeyse boşalacağım,.. Artık sınır aşılmış her şey sorulabilir di Sen hiç yarrak yaladın mı ,O na yarrak demezler o Penis tir diyerek havaya girdi ben dahada gaz vermek için peki amcığın adı ne ? o nada Vajina derler ya sağol sen herşeyi biliyorsun bana çok şey öğrettin keşke bende Alaman ya da olsaydım Alman kızlarına Penisimi yalatırdım Türk kızları yapamaz onun için Alman kız,
Kayık saat i dolmuş tu istersen luna parka gidelim dedim hayır eve gidelim dedi, eve gelene kadar izledikleri porno nun tüm detaylarını utana sıkıla ama bilen edesı ile anlattı,kardeşim komşuda idi eve gelince artık her şeyi göze alıp sen benim penisimi öpebilir misin öp meyi biliyor musun diyin ce herhalde biliyorum diyin ce sarıldım ve öptüm yaşına göre daha iri memeleri ve kalçaları muhteşem di, yavaş yavaş öpüşerek ikimizde kilotlarla kaldık ,Yarrağı mı görünce ilk kez gördüğü belli bir şekilde inceledi ve öperek-emerek-yalayarak acemice ama beni çıldırtıyordu ben de ilk kez bir kız ile birlikteydim mastürbasyon dışında ,Yarağım hiç dokunulmamıştı, o acemice emişe dayanamayıp birazı ağzına birazı yüzüne çok şiddetli boşalmış tım biraz çığlık atıp geri çekildi, hani daha önce yapmıştın, yaptım da bu çok ani oldu dedi ve odunla ısınan termosifon da banyo yapıp geldi artık karşımda çırıl çıplak durabiliyordu bende duş aldıktan sonra Emme yalama sırası bende idi ,Am cığı incecik bir çizgiden ibaretti, o ğüne kadar okuduğum kaçak olarak satılan matild nın sikişi, Fırıncının kız gibi porno hikayelerinden tek öğrendiğim acele etmeden yavaş yavaş nazik çe yalamak öğretisini uyguladım o ne güzel bir duygu idi o am cığı yalamak hala unutamam, am yalarken bi sonraki adım ne olacaktı, 14 yaşında bir kızın bekaretini alsan o yıllarda bu tek kelime ile Facia idi, Affı da yoktu, emdikçe orgazm olan Emel de aynı şeyleri düşünüyor du ki bana ne yapacağız dedi bende ön den olmaz ama arkadan deneyelim dedim, ve eskilerden Arko kremi ile yumuşatarak o inanılmaz küçük pembe deliğine zorladım zor da olsa girdi ve hiç acele etmeden yavaş yavaş girip çıktım önce acı çekmiş sonra o da zevk almaya başlamıştı, bu arada memelerini ve kilotorisini oynuyor zevk den daha çok pay almasını istiyordum,
Gençlik hey be hey ne günlerdi Boşaldım ama inmedi, içinden çıkmadan biraz bekleyip bir kez daha devam ettik, en son hatırladığım o küçücük pembe delikten meniler sızarken içinden çıkıp yana yattım , inanılmaz bir mutluluk ve zevk vardı Yıllar sonra hala unutamam, ve kardeşim gelip yemeğini yeyip uyuduktan sonra sabaha kadar Am -Göt -Yarak festivali vardı,
Hayatımın ilk ve en güzel günü idi ,Bu günkü aklım olsa o çizgi gibi AM cığıda sikerdim bedeli ne olursa olsun,

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Hikayelerimi ilk defa okuyanlar için bir ön bilgi olarak sevgilim Ayşe ve kendim hakkında bilgi vereyim. Sevgilim Ayşe 22 yaşında, sarışın ela gözlü 1.70 boylarında vücudu neredeyse 90 60 90 ölçülerde, yüzüde çok kibar çok güzeldir. Sevgilim diye demiyorum genel olarak çok hoş ve tatlı bir kızdır. Bende Tuna, 23 yaşında 1.80 boyunda esmer kahverengi gözlü normal kalıplı biriyim.

Yaşadığımız bazı olaylardan sonra artık cinsel yaşamımız çok renklenmişti, artık çok rahat her fırsatta rahatça sevişip gönlümüzce bir birimizi mutlu ediyorduk tabi arada sınırlarımızı zorlayan olaylar olmaya devam ediyordu. Ayşe benim bu durumları bildiğimi bilse nasıl bir ilişkimiz olurdu bazen merak ediyorum ama böylesi daha zevkliydi, daha fazla uzatmadan başlıyorum.

Bir gün ben işteyken Ayşe dışarıdaydı, konuşurken bana alışverişe çıktığını birazdan ünlü bir iç çamaşırı mağazasına gireceğini söyledi bende normal olarak sevgilimi hayal edip heyecanlandım, yaramaz bir şekilde, Bana resimlerini gönder ben karar vermek istiyorum dedim, Ayşe’de, Tamam dedi ve öpücük emojisi gönderdi. Heyecanla beklemeye başlamıştım, 10 dakika gibi sonra Ayşe’den resimler gelmeye başlamıştı. Hepsi çok güzeldi ama attığı bir seti çok çok beğendim, görmemle hemen penisim şaha kalkmıştı. Siyah işlemeleri olan beyaz bir tanga & sütyen setiydi, sütyenin işlemeleri Ayşe’nin zaten dolgun olan göğüslerini iyice ön plana çıkarmıştı, çok sıkılığı için çatalının normalden fazla çıkarıp iyice iştah açıcı olmasını sağlamıştı. Tangası fantezi bir şekilde yanlardan siyah ipliydi, gerçi benim asıl dikkatimi çeken bacaklarının arasında tanga kumaşından taşan ve hafifçe beliren pürüzsüz kadınlığının dudaklarıydı. İyice azmıştım bu resime yanlız akşamlarımda 31 çekmeyi düşünürken Ayşe mesaj attı, Hangisini beğendin sevgilim sana bir sürü resim attım dedi. Bende beğendiğimi tarif etmek yerine mesaj olarak yönlendirmek istedim ama tam o an pazarlama mesajı geldi bende karışıklıkta gönderirken alıcı ismine bakmadım, 2 dakika sonra Ayşe tekrar sorunca şaşırıp mesajlara baktım birde ne göreyim, resmi Ayşe’ye yönlendireyim derken işten Ali’ye yönlendirmiştim ve iki mavi tik olmuş, geriye silemedim. Utançtan başımdan aşağı kaynar sular döküldü, Ali’de 18-19 yaşlarında çok gıcık köyden torpille gelmesine rağmen çok ukala bir çocuktu, bizim departmanda stajyerdi. Müdürde işi benden öğrensin diye genelde hep ben nereye onu oraya göderir peşime takardı. Hemen ofisten çıkıp Ali’ye baktım ama yemeğe çıkmıştı, telefonla aradım, Ali, kusura bakma yanlışlıkla özel bir mesajı sana yönlendirdim silersen sevinirim dedim; Oda, İnsalık hali Tuna, durumu anlayıp bakmadım zaten sen merak etme hemen sildim dedi. Bu anlayışına şaşırmıştım normalde alay eder falan diye düşünüyordum, belki o kadarda gıcık değildir diye düşünürken sabahtan kalan işleri yapmaya devam ediyordum. Tabi öncesinde Ayşe’ye siparişi vermiştim en yakın zamanda görmek istiyorum o seti diye; Ayşe, O zaman akşam sana geleyim detaylı gösteririm demişti. Bu teklifi beni çok mutlu etmişti hemen atladım ve akşam bana gitmek için planı yaptık. Ayşe iş çıkışına gelecek oradan iş sevisle bana geçecektik.

Paydosa 1 saat kala Ayşe Sürpriz yapıp gelmişti, tabi gelmesiyle tüm iş arkadaşlarım hipnotize olmuşlardı. Askılı beyaz bluz üzerine siyah deri ceket, altına deri fırfırlı bir mini etek onun altınada deri botlarını giymişti. Adeta önünden geçtiği her erkeği azdırmak için yaratılmış gibiydi, ne kadar şanslı olduğumu düşünürken sevgilimi şirketteki azgın kurtlardan kurtarmam gerektiğini fark etmiştim ve hemen Ayşe’yi benim ofise doğru çağırdım. Sevgilim erkencisin dedim; Oda masamın karşısına oturup bacak bacak üstüne atıp, Gezmem bitince oyalanmak istemedim, kötümü yaptım? dedi; Bende, Yok ne kötülüğü müdür görmezse canıma minnet diye güldüm. Bu arada Ali ofise girdi, Ayşe’yi görünce sanırım resimden tanıdı, kendince tebessüm edip kızı baştan aşağıya iyice süzdü sonra bana Tuna Bey yapmamı istediğiniz bir şey var mı? diye sordu, sorarken bile gözleri Ayşe’ye kenetlenmişti; Bende onun bakışlarından rahatsız olup onu geçiştirmek için şuradaki evrakların fotokopisini çekip muhasebeye bırakıver dedim; Oda, Tamam dedi ve evrakları alıp odadan çıktı. 10-15 dakika sonra Ayşe’yle muhabbet edip paydosu beklerken birden telefonum çaldı, müdür beni odasına çağırıyordu, sesi sinirli gibiydi. Giderken Ali’yi gördüm arkadan masada oturmuş önüne doğru eğilmişti fark ettirmeden ne yapıyor diye baktığımda Ayşe’nin kabinde attığı resme bakarak penisini okşuyordu, sinirlendim ama rezillik çıkaracak zamanım yoktu müdür acil bekliyordu o yüzden bunun hesabını daha sonra sorarım diye düşünüp sanki fark etmemiş gibi yanından uzaklaşarak geçtim. Resmi silmemiş üzerine kaydetmişti, sevgilimin vücudunun her detayını incelerken birde penisi pantolon üzerinden okşuyordu iyice gıcık olmuştum. Müdürün odasına girdiğimde, Ayşe’nin geldiğini öğrendiğini anladım, bana iş saati arkadaşlarımızı çağırmıyoruz diye iyice fırçayla karışık nasihat verdikten sonra anladıysan gidebilirsin şeklinde postaladı. Keyfim kaçmıştı, nasıl öğrendi diye düşünürken birden Ali aklıma geldi, kesin ispiyonlamıştı pislik, dahada gıcık oldum ben sana bunu hesabını sorarım diye düşünmeye başladım, ama nasıl?. Müdürün odasından çıktığımda Ali meydanda yoktu, yaptığı pislikten sonra yüzüme bakacak hali yoktur tabi diye düşünerek ofisime doğru ilerlemeye başladım. Ofisime doğru ilerlerken cam duvarın önünde Ali yerde eğilmiş bağcık bağlıyor gibi yaparak içeri bakıyor şeklinde yakaladım, içeri baktığımda Ayşe öne doğru eğilmiş önündeki dergiyi inceliyordu, durumda anormal olan şey ilk olarak fazla eğildiği için açıkça meydana çıkan göğüs çatalı ama en çokta bacaklarını açtığı için çamaşırı olmasada baldırının en iç kısmına kadar gözüküyor olmasıydı, çok baştan çıkarıcı gözüküyordu. Ali’ye git gide daha çok kızıyordum ve aklıma bir plan geldi, madem sevgilime bu kadar tutkuyla bakıyor o zaman Ayşe yanımdayken onu penisi patlayacak kadar azdırıp öyle bırakacaktım. Karar verdikten sonra plan yapmaya başladım, varlığımı fark ettirip yüzüne bakmadan ofise yöneldim. Beni fark edince hemen toparlanıp hışımla bana döndü, yüzündeki korku okunuyordu, Fotokopileri bıraktım Tuna Bey dedi; Tamam çıkabilirsin dedim ve gönderdim, Ayşe’nin yanına gidip paydosu beklemeye başladım.

İş servisi okul servisi tarzında ama genelde çok dolu olurdu ve genelde Ali’yle ben en arkada giderdik. Ayşe’yle servise geldiğimizde Ali zaten arkaya geçmiş yerine oturmuştu bende planı işe koydum, Ayşeyi önüme alıp yerimizi gösterdim, benim hizalamamla Ayşe Ali’nin tam yanında bende Ayşe’nin yanına oturmuştuk. Servistekiler çantaları eşyaları fazla yer kaplamasın diye bizim yanımızdaki yere koydukları için 3müz anca sığmıştık arkaya. Ali, yanına Ayşe oturunca şaşırıp utanmıştı, yanakları kıp kırmızı olmuştu, normaldi gerçi çünkü Ayşe oturunca deri minisi bacaklarında neredeyse baldırına kadar toplanmıştı, o görüntü karşısında ben bile, sevgilimin bacaklarını ezberlemiş olmama rağmen etkilenmiştim. Tabi sadece bacakları değil ceketini çıkardığı için beyaz askılı bluzundan içindeki siyah işlemeli sütyeni gözükmesi adeta bir bonus olmuştu. Ali’nin kırmızı yanaklarına karşı bütün gün sapıklık yaparken utanmadı şimdimi utanıyorsun? diye düşündüm. Yerlerimizi aldıkan sonra Ayşe’ye ben normal muhabbet etmeye başladık malum yol uzundu, biz konuşurken Ali’de telefon ile uğraşıyor gibi yaparak çaktırmadan sürekli Ayşe’nin bacaklarını izliyordu arada geriliyor gibi yaparak kızın askısının üstünden bakmaya çalışıyordu. Biraz zaman geçtikten sonra Ayşe bacak bacak üzerine atıp başını omzuma koyup uyuklamaya başladı bende tam tersine sevgilimin rahatlığı ve durumun heyecanı sayesinde çok ayıktım ama gözlerimi kapatmanın oyunuma yardımı olacağını düşündüğüm için gözlerimi hafif kısıp bende uyuyor numarası yapmaya karar verdim, Ayşe’nin başı omzumda benin başım ona dönük olduğundan her şey gözümün önündeydi. Benimde gözlerimi kapamamdan az bir süre sonra Ali Ayşe’yi izlerken hafif hafif pantalonun üstünden okşuyordu ama usulca yaptığı için fark etsem bile hemen kıvırabilirdi. O izlerken Ayşe iyice uykuya dalmıştı, az sonra biraz daha yayılıp bana doğru dönmüştü, yayılmasında zaten bol olan mini eteği biraz daha açılmış, baldırlarını neredeyse kalçasına kadar Ali’ye sunar olmuştu. Ali biraz daha fazlasını görmek istercesine sağ eliyle usulca Ayşe’nin eteğinin ucunu tutup hafifçe çekerek açılmasını sağladı şimdi Ayşe’nin tangasına kadar gözüküyordu, 2-3 dakika bu şekilde izleyerek kendisini pantolonun üzerinden okşamaya devam eden Ali biraz daha sonra ikimizinde uyuduğuna tamamen kanaat getirince artık cesaretini biraz toplayabilmişti, sağ elini usulca Ayşe’nin bacağının altına kaydırmaya başlamıştı, sanırım dokunacaktı, o dokunmadan uyansam oyunu bitirsem mı diye düşündüm ama o zaman oyunum yarıda kalacaktı, Ali’yi iyice azdırıp ondan sonra oyunu sonlandırıp ona beni ispiyonladığı için ona iyice ceza vermek istiyordum o yüzden oyunun biraz daha devam etmesine izin verdim. Az sonra Ayşe biraz daha bana doğru eğilince çıplak baldırı Ali’nin eline temas etmişti, kimsede bir hareket yoktu ama Ali’nin yaşadığı heyecanı tahmin edebiliyorum çünkü bende benzerini yaşamaya başlamıştım. Bir süre Ali’nin eli Ayşe’nin baldırına temas halinde kaldıktan sonra Ali elinin tersiyle hafif ufak hareketlerle aşağı yukarı yaparak sevgilimin bacağını usulca dolaşmaya başladı. 3-4 dakika Ali bu şekilde Ayşe’nin çıplak bacağında aşağı yukarı yaptıktan sonra önce Ayşe’ye sonra bana bakıp uyuduğumuza kendince emin olduktan sonra elini değiştirdi ve bu sefer sol eliyle daha rahatça Ayşe’ni bacağını okşamaya başladı, Ayşe zaten bacak bacak üstüne atıp birde üzerine bana doğru eğildiği için kalçası Ali tarafında çok savunmasızdı. Önündeki hazine karşısında Ali’nin eli okşayarak sevgilimin bacağında yukarı tırmanıp en sonunda deri mini eteğinin içine kadar yolunu buldu. Tam burada durdurmalıyım diye düşündüm ama bende çok azmıştım hem az daha dayansam oyunum daha etkili olacak diye düşünüyordum. Ben bunu düşünürken Ali Ayşe’nin eteğinin altından kalçasını okşamaya başlamıştı. Yaklaşık 2 dakika sonra Ali herkesi tekrar kontrol edip elini çekip çeketini kendi kucağına çekti ve sanırım pantolonunu açtı, ya da fermuarını, yaptığı hareketlerden açıkta 31 çektiği belliydi, bu yaptığı iyi cesaret isterdi ama orada kalmadı, sağ eliyle kendisine 31 çekerken sol elini tekrar Ayşe’nin eteğinin altına soktu ve okşamaya başladı. Bir 30 saniye sonra kızın kalçasının iki yanında bir şeyler yaptı, elini çektiğinde şok oldum, eliyle beraber Ayşe’nin resimdeki bağcıklı tangasıda gelmişti, bu nasıl cesaret diye düşünürken Ayşe’nin kalçasının tamamen çıplak olduğu aklıma geldiğinde Ali çoktan kızın tangasını cebine atmış elini tekrar Ayşe’nin eteğinden içeriye sokmuştu, kız uykusunda kısık mmmh.. şeklinde derin bir nefes verince Ali’nin deli cesaretiyle parmağını eteğinin altından Ayşe’nin kadınlığına soktuğunu anladım. Aradığım nokta burasıydı, kendi penisine ceketinin altından 31 çekerken aynı zamanda parmağı güzel sevgilimin kadınlığının içindeyken oyuna son verecektim böylece Ali’nin zevki iyice kursağında kalacaktı gerçi tanga ona hediye olacaktı ama yapacak bir şey yok, tabi bende iyice azmıştım ama amacım oyun oynamaktı sevgilimi daha fazla taciz ettirmek değil, siktirmek hiç değildi. Birden homurdanarak hafifçe kıpırdandım sonra sanki Ali’nin farkında değilmişim gibi sağ cebimden telefonumu alıp saati kontrol ettim, ederken gözümün ucuyla Ali’ye bakıyordum. Ali benim uyanıp gözlerimi açtığımı görünce şoktan beti benzi attı, kıpkırmızı yanakları ve bembeyaz suratı vardı palyaço gibi olmuştu, hemen gözlerini kapatıp usulca elini sevgilimin eteğinin altından çekti ama penisi hala ceketinin altında kalkmış haldeydi, iki elinide bana fark ettirmeden ceketin üstüne koyup bu sefer o uyuyor numarası yapmaya başladı. Ayşe artık kaçıncı uykusunda bilmiyorum taciz edilip parmaklanmıştı ama haberi yoktu, ben desen zaten çok azmıştım deminki oyun yüzünden ama amacıma ulaşmıştım.

Yolumuz daha 45 dakikadan fazlaydı, sevgilim koynumda 1-2 dakika yol gittikten sonra hala azgındım, kendime gelemiyordum, madem hazır Ayşe uyuyor bu durumu kendi yararıma kullanıp birazda ben okşamaya karar verdim hem bu şekilde Ali’ye daha da eziyet etmiş olurdum. Öndeki koltuktan her şey gizlendiği için etrafı kontrol ediyor gibi yapıp kendi kendime ama sadece Ali’nin duyabileceği bir sesle, Şu güzelliğe bak ya.. hazır Ali’de uyuyorken biraz seveyim bari dedim ve zaten Ayşe’ye sarılmış olan son kolumu hafifçe geriye çekip kızın askısını usulca omzundan koluna doğru çekmeye başladım, bu yaparken Ayşe’yi uyandırmak istemiyordum gerçi uyandırsam kesin izin verirdi ama böylesi daha heyecanlıydı. Askıyı tamamen indirip bluzuda biraz aşağı çekince işlemeli sütyeni içinden fırlamaya hazır dolgun göğüsle birlikte meydana çıkmıştı. Sol elimi usulca Ayşe’nin sütyenin kapsayamadığı tenine dokundurdum, çok heycan vericiydi tam bu sırada Ali’de çok hafif bir kıpırdama olunca fark ettimki gözünün altından oda izliyor, heycanım ikiye katlanmıştı. Uyumadığını biliyordum ama izleyecek cesareti olduğunu sanmıyordum. Bende, Tamam o zaman madem izliyorsun, iyice kudur diye düşünüp bu sefer Ayşe’nin sütyeninin askısını tutup usulca omzundan aşağı çekmeye başladım ve kolundan aşağı sarkmasını sağladım sonra sütyenin sol kısmını tutup yavaşça dışarı doğru açmaya başladım, en sonunda Ayşe’nin dip diri dolgun sol göğüsü meydana çıkmıştı. Hayranlıkla sevgilimin göğüsünü avucumun içine alıp okşamaya başladım çok güzel bir histi. Biraz daha okşadıktan sonra azgınlığa yenilip daha fazlasını istediğime karar verdim ve sağ elimle pantolonumun önünü çözüp patlamaya zaten hazır penisimi çıkardım, Ayşe’nin sağ elini tutup usulca kaldırıp penisimin üzerine koyup çok yavaşça sevgilime Ali yanımızdayken 31 çektiriyor ve deli zevk alıyordum. Avucumda pamuk gibi sevgilim göğüsünü okşarken aynı zamamda sıvazlattığım penisim zaten dop dolu olduğundan artık boşalmaya yaklaşmaya başladığımı anladım 5 dakika falan geçmişti ama ben patlamak üzereydim. Ayşe’nin elini penisimin üzerinde bırakıp sağ elimle yandaki çantamdan usulca halı saha formamı çıkardım, iyice gözümü karartmıştım ona boşalacaktım, elimi tekrar sevgilimin eline atıp penisimi daha sıkı sıvazlamasını sağladım çok güzel geliyordu, çok geçmeden sevgilimin eli sıkıca penisime sarılıyken formayı tutup penisime kapattım ve oluk oluk boşalmaya başladım, çok rahatlamıştım. Formanın rezil olduğunu ama kesinlikle değdiğini düşünürken iyice penisimi temizledim ve formayı çantaya koydum.

Tam kendi pantolonumu kapatmıştımki birden Ali’nin telefonu çalmaya başladı, böyle yakalanamazdık, rezil olurduk, hemen Ayşe’nin önce sütyenini göğüsüne örtüp bluzunu sütyenin üstüne çektim ama askıları yukarı çekemedim, öndekiler hareketlenip arkaya dönünce uyuyor numarası yapmaya devam etmek zorunda kalmıştım. Ben durulunca Ali sanki yeni uyanıyormuş gibi yaparak telefonu açtı konuşmaya başladı o konuşurken göz ucumla kucağını kontrol ettiğimde penisi hala nabız gibi ceketinin altında atıyordu. Ben rahatladım senin içinde patlasın diye düşünüp kendi kendime keyifleniyordum, en sonunda telefonu kapattı ve tekrar uyuyor numarası yapmaya devam etti. Tekrar sulanır diye düşünüyordum ama yaklaşık 10-15 dakika geçmişti fakat kimsede hakaret yoktu öndekilerde tekrar uyumuşlardı, bende boşaldığım için iyice mayışmıştım gerçekten dalmak üzereydim ama birden Ayşe deminki pozisyonda rahat olmadığı biraz daha bana doğru eğildi tam o an Ali sağ eliyle Ayşe’nin kalçasını hafifçe kaldırıp kendi sağ bacağını kızın altına doğru kaydırdı, o an pes etmediğini anladım tam tekrar uyanıyor numarası yapacakken Ali ceketini penisinin üstünden çekip çıplak penisini Ayşe’nin bacaklarına sürmeye başladı, gördüğüm karşısında şok oldum penisi benimkinden en az 3-4 parmak daha uzundu ve kalındı. Kendi kendime oha.. derken şaşkınlığım zamanında tepki vermeme engel oldu ve Ali elini penisinden çekip tekrar Ayşe’nin eteğinden içeri soktu. Bu durumda uyansam kesin rezillik çıkardı çünkü Ali’nin kıvırabileceği hiç bir pozisyon kalmamıştı, bende mecbur uyuyor gibi yapmaya devam etmek zorunda kalmıştım. Az sonra eli hala sevgilimin eteğinin altındayken sadece benim duyabileceğim bir sesle yüzüme bakarak, Seni yavşak, sabahtan beri beni köpek gibi kudurttun, bende senin avradını dölleyimde gör bakalım anyayı konyayı dedi. Daha cümlesi bile bitmeden, Ali birden Ayşe’nin arkasına doğru hafiften eğilerek sol bacağını kaldırdı ve penisini Ayşe’nin bacak arasına soktu az sonra elini kızın eteğinden altından çıkartıp kızı bacağından tutarak kalçasını yavaşça Ayşe’ye ittirmeye başladı. Ben şaşkınlıktan dona kalmışken, Ayşe hala uyuyor şeklinde mmmhh.. diye nefes vermesi beni kendime getirdi ve durumu anlayınca kendime çok kızmıştım. Ali uzun penisini sevgilimin kadınlığından sokmaya başlamıştı, çok yavaş geçen yaklaşık 5-10 saniye sonra Ali’nin kalçası, Ayşe’nin bacak bacak üstüne atıp benim koynuma doğru eğilmiş olduğu pozisyonda yükselen kalçasıyla birleşmişti. Yüzüm Ayşe’ye dönük olduğu için Ali tekrar kalçasını çektiğinde up uzun penisinin nasıl sırılsıklam olduğunu rahatlıkla görebildim, ama çok uzun sürmedi çünkü Ali tekrar penisini aynı yavaşlıkla Ayşe’nin kadınlığına gömdü, artık gözümün önünde ritmik bir şekilde penisi Ayşe’nin bacak arasında bir görünüp bir yok olurken Ali sol eliyle Ayşe’nin bluzunu ve sütyeninin sol kısmını indirip, daha önce benim yaptığım gibi sevgilimin sol göğüsünü açığa çıkardı ve avucuna alıp okşamaya başladı. Hem arkadan penisini sokup sokup çıkarırken hemde önden Ayşe’nin göğüsünü okşuyordu, Ayşe nasıl hala uyanmıyor diye baktığımda onunda gözleri gergin ama kapalı olduğunu gördüm sadece çok kısık mmhh.. mmhh.. diye nefes veriyordu, demekki oda Ali içine girip çıkarken uyuyor numarası yapıyordu, zaten bu durumda hala uyuyor olması daha şaşırtıcı olurdu. 5 dakikadan fazladır Ali penisini usulca Ayşe’ye sokup sokup çıkartıyordu ama artık yavaşlık yetmiyordu sanırım, tempoyu biraz artırdığında artık Ayşe’yle beraber bende kendi sağıma doğru hafif sallanıyordum, durum daha tehlikeli bir boyut alıyordu ama Ali gözünü karartmıştı. Gözümün önünde çatır çatır Ayşe’ye penisini sonuna kadar gömüp çıkartıyordu, ben daha önce rahatlamama rağmen tekrar çok azmıştım, Ali elinden geldiğince sessiz derin nefesler alıyordu ama az daha ses çıkarsa öndekiler fark edebilirdi. Bu şekilde bıçak sırtında 10 dakika daha Ali sevgilime arkadan penisini pompaladıktan sonra sağ eliyle Ayşe’yi biraz daha kaldırıp kendisine çekti ve kızı adeta kucağına oturttu, penisinin tüm boyu bu sefer Ayşe’nin kadınlığından içeriye gömülmüştü, Ayşe içindeki gerilmeye artık dayanamayarak gözlerini anlık açtı ve hemen tekrar kapadı. Ali penisi Ayşe’nin içindeyken sol eliyle kızın göğüsünü iyice kavrayıp sessizce, oooohh… diye nefes verdi sonrada bir iki kere daha Ayşe’yi kaldırıp kucağına doğru oturtarak penisini sokup çıkardı ve sonunda kızı sağ eliyle serbest bırakıp penisinin kadınlığından çıkmasına izin verdi, çıkarken bembeyaz olmuştu yana koyduğu ceketinin cebinden mendil çıkarıp penisini sildi sonrada mendili Ayşe’nin eteğinin altına sokup sanırım kadınlığını temizledi, önce Ayşe’nin bluzunu toparlayıp sonrada kendisi iyice toparlandı gözlerini kapadı. Yol boyunca artık hiç bir şey olmamış gibi yapıyordu. Oyunum nereden nereye gelmişti, oysa ilk aşamada ne kadar başarılıydı Ali’nin telefon çalmasa o şekilde kapatacaktık konuyu, şimdi Ali’ye kurduğum tuzağa kendim düşmüş oldum, çok sinir olmuştum hem işte beni ispiyonlayıp müdürle aramı bozmuş hemde sevgilimi sikip içine boşalmıştı. Neyseki evime 15-20 dakikalık yol kalmıştı sonra sevgilim bütün gece benimdi, kendimi bu düşünceyle avutmaya çalıştım. Bir an önce eve varıp sevgilimle yanlız kalmayı iple çekiyordum.

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Karımın stajyer iş arkadaşı
Merhabalar, Ben Murat. 32 yaşındayım 5 senedir evliyim. Ben bir yazılım firması kurdum ve kendi işimi yapıyorum. Eşim ise büyük bir firmada insan kaynakları uzmanı olarak çalışıyor. Severek evlendik ve evlenirken hayatımı sonuna kadar bu kadınla geçirmek istediğimi düşünerek tereddüt bile etmedim. Buraya yazacak herhangi bir seks hikayem olacağı hiç aklıma gelmezdi. Hele ki onun stajyeri olan bir sekreter seks hikayesinin başrollerinden biri olacağımı aklımın ucundan geçirmezdim. Ama olaylar pek benim kontrolümde gelişmedi.

Eşim genel olarak yoğun çalışır ve çoğu zaman eve de iş getirir. Hatta eve getirdiği işlerde ona olabildiğince yardımcı olmaya da çalışırım. Karımın çalıştığı firma büyük olduğu için işe girişler ve başvurular oldukça fazla olur. Bu sene üniversiteden yeni mezun olan ve şirkette stajyer olarak başlayan Türbanlı bir kız vardı. Adı Aysu olan bu kız, insan kaynakları alanında çalışmayı isteyen ve karımın yanında staj yapmaya başlayan genç, tatlı hafif balık etli ve iyi bir kızdı.

Şirket dışında da bazen eşimle birlikte bize gelir ve evde çalışmaya devam ederlerdi. Özellikle başvuran özgeçmişleri listeleme, excell tablosu olarak sınıflandırma ve belirli pozisyonlar için değerlendirme işlerini birlikte yaparlardı. Ben de çoğunlukla yanlarında olur ve onların çalışmalarını izlerdim. Eşimle oldukça yakınlaşan bu yeni kız, eve sık gelir, bazen hep beraber yemek yer sohbet ederdik. Onların yaptığı işle dalga geçtiğim, espri yaptığım hep beraber güldüğümüz eğlenceli bir ortam oluşurdu.

Bir gün yine onlar evde yemek masasının üzerinde çalışıyordu. Onlar yan yana otururken, ben de karşılarına oturdum. Belki bir sohbet ederiz, ortamı belki biraz şenlendiririm diye düşündüm. Biraz sohbet ettikten sonra tam bacaklarımın arasında bir ayak hissettim. Direk karımın gözlerinin içine baktım. Hınzır bir şekilde gülümseyip göz kırpınca karımın yaramazlık yapmak istediğini anladım.

Ayağıyla sikimi okşayıp beni çıldırtmaya çalışıyordu ve üstelik bundan oldukça da keyif alıyor gibiydi. Ben de onun bu küçük oyununa ayak uydurmak için pantolonun fermuarını indirim çaktırmadan sikimi dışarı çıkardım. Masanın altından ayağıyla bana mastürbasyon yapıyordu.

İşte tam o an beni şaşkınlıktan deliye çevirecek bir şey oldu. Karım “bir lavaboya gidip geliyorum” diyerek masadan kalktı. Fakat o ayak hala sikimin üstündeydi.
Ne olduğunu anladığım an kıpkırmızı oldum ve ne yapacağımı bilemedim. Aysu gülümseyerek gözlüğünün üstünden bana bakıyordu. Ben hemen kendimi toparlayıp ayaklarımı kapattım. Sikimi pantolonun içine soktum. “Ne yapıyorsun” sen diye sert bir üslupla sordum. O da sadece şaka yapmak istediğini söyleyerek bunun komik olduğunu belli etmek için güldü.

O ara karım lavabodan geri gelince konuşmayı kesmek zorunda kaldık. Böyle bir şeyin varlığından haberdar olsa onun gözünde kaybettiğim saygınlığımı ve samimiyetimi bir ömür düzeltemezdim. Karım bir şey anlamasın diye bir 5 dakika daha oturup, çalışmam gerektiğini söyleyerek kalkıp gittim

O gece neredeyse hiç uyuyamadım. Çünkü hayatım boyunca böyle şaşkınlık yaratacak ve bu kadar aptal yerine düşecek bir şey yaşamamıştım. Ne yalan söyleyeyim 23 yaşında biri tarafından arzulanmak gururumu okşadı ama karımın korkusu daha ağır basıyordu. O yüzden o günden sonra onlar evde çalıştığı zaman ya bir bahane bulup dışarıda olurdum ya da erkenden yatağa girer film falan izlerdim.

Bu olayın üzerinden yaklaşık 1 ay geçmişti. Eşimin teyzesi rahatsızlandığı için izin alıp Bursa’ya onun yanına gitti. İş yüzünden ben gidemedim ama haftaiçi bir günlüğüne ziyaret edip döndüm. O akşam eşim aradı ve televizyonun önünde özgeçmişlerin olduğu bir dosya olduğunu, onu Aysu’ya vermem gerektiğini söyledi.

Aysu Cuma günü işten sonra çıkıp uğrayacakmış. Benim için tehlike çanları çalmaya başlamıştı. Aysu işten çıkıp da gelmedi, gece saat 22:00 gibi geldi. Ben kapıyı direk elimde dosyayla açtım. Amacım kapıdan dosyayı vermek ve göndermekti.

Kapıyı açtığımda Aysu’yu çok güzel pempe dar bir bluz başında çicekli saten bir türban ve ayaklarına kadar uzanan bol bir etekle görünce içimin yağları eridi resmen acayip bir şekilde onu arzular oldum. Dosyanın elimde olduğunu görmesine rağmen “girebilir miyim” diye sordu. İçeri davet ettim. Elbisesi, daha doğrusu vücudunu komple ortaya çıkaran üst tarafı ve vücudu beni benden aldı. Gelmeden önce hemen gelip gitmesini isteyen ben, şimdi biraz daha kalsa ne güzel olur diye düşünmeye başladım. Bu yüzden de kahve teklif ettim. Ben mutfağa gidip kahve yaparken o da arkamdan gelip, mutfaktaki kahvaltı masasına oturdu.

Kendimi çok büyük bir çıkmazda hissetmeye başladım. Mantığım diyordu ki “karını düşün, bunu yaparsan bir daha hiçbir zaman eskisi kadar mutlu olmayabilirsin” ama hormonlarım sürekli olarak onu arzuluyordu. French Press ile yaptığım kahveyi kupalara doldurdum. Onun bardağını masada tam onun yanına koydum. Ben kahveyi bırakınca elimi tuttu. Aysu’nun yüzüne baktım, o da tam gözlerimin içine bakıyordu.
Bakışlarımızı kaçırmadan tuttuğu elimi bacağının üstüne koydu. O kadar yakındık ki derin nefeslerini duymakta hiç zorlanmıyordum. Bacağının üzerindeki elimi çok yavaş hareketlerle yukarı, bacak arasına doğru ilerletmeye başladım. Yüzünü daha da bana yaklaştırdı. Dudaklarımızın arasında sadece bir parmak genişliğinde bir mesafe kalmıştı. Artık ne olacaksa olsun diyerek dudaklarını öptüm. Aysu hemen karşılık verdi, rujlu dudakları oldukça yumuşak, sıcak ve biraz nemliydi. Ellerimse artık bacaklarının arasındaki ıslaklığa ulaşmıştı. İç çamaşırının üzerinden amının dudaklarına dokunduğum da öpüşmenin arasında “ııhhh” gibi bir ses çıkardı.

Bu ses bir insanı en fazla ne kadar tahrik edebilirse o kadar tahrik oldum. Bir yandan öpmeye devam ediyor, bir yandan da iç çamaşırı aşağıya çekip çıkarmaya çalışıyordum. İç çamaşırını çıkarttım ve tekrar masanın üzerine oturttum. Öpmeye devam ederken ben de bacaklarının arasında dikiliyordum. Ben onu öperken o da kemerimi açmaya çalışıyordu. Pantolonumu ve boxerımı aşağıya indirdi.

Dudaklarımız neredeyse bir an bile ayrılmamıştı. Bir yandan da sikimi avucunda tutuyor, aşağı yukarı doğru sıvazlıyordu. Dudaklarını dudaklarımdan ayırdı ve hafif geriye doğru yaslandı. Bunu yaparken bacakları da biraz havaya kalkmıştı. Vücut diliyle artık içime gir diyordu. Sikimi amına dayayıp biraz sürtmeye başladım ama tereddüt edince bakire olmadığını bir yıldır beraber olduğu erkek arkadaşı tarafından daha önce defalarca sikildiğini yakında da nişanlanacaklarını söyleyince rahatladım, Aysu’nun inlemeleri daha o aşamada başladı. İlk başta numara yaptığını düşündüm ama hızlı nefes alıp vermesi bunun numara olmadığını söylemek için yeterliydi. Daha fazla oyalanmadan yavaş yavaş içine girdim. Bir yandan da ayak bileklerini tutup, ayaklarının inmemesini sağlıyordum.

Yavaş bir şekilde gidip gelmeye başlayınca kollarımdan tutup sıkmaya başladı. İnlemeleri gittikçe artmaya devam etti. Ben elimde olmadan gittikçe hızlanan ritimde gidip gelmeye devam ettim. Biraz yorulduğumu hissedince bileklerini bıraktım. Ama o ayaklarını indirmek istemediği için belime sarmaya çalıştı. Hala küçük elleri ile kollarımı sıkmaya devam ediyordu. Sikimi içinden çıkarmadan belinden kavradım ve kucağıma aldım.

O da kollarını boynuma dolayarak tutunmaya çalıştı. O şekilde yatak odasına gittik.
Ailesine kız arkadaşında kalacağını söyleyerek bize geldiği için sabaha kadar sikmedik bir yerini bırakmadım
Erkek arkadaşından daha büyük bir sike ve daha iyi performansa sahip olduğumu çok zevk aldığını evlense bile beni asla bırakmak istemediğini söyledi
Aysu hala karımın yanında çalışıyor. Geçen günlerde sevgilisini de getirip bizle tanıştırdı. Ama hala ikimiz arasında çok güçlü bir cinsel çekim var ve bunun önüne geçebilmek mümkün değil. Ufak kaçamaklar için sürekli fırsat kolluyoruz.

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SELAMLAR ben Kaan eşim şermin 31 28 yaşlarında kendince bakımlı evli çiftiz . istanbulda yaşıyoruz .Eşimle 7 yıllık evliyiz.Eşim şermin 162 boyunda 60 kılo 85 göğüs ölçüsü olan beyaz tenli cok hoş ve sexi bir kadındır. bende 184 boy 78 kılo kumral normal vücuda sahib olan biriyim. Hikayemiz evlendikten bi süre sonra sex hayatımızı canlandırmak ve daha heycanlı kılmak için face ve porno sitelerine girmekle başladı. zamanla sohbet muhabbet derken filmlerdeki olan sevişme sahnelerini yapmaya başladık.Eşim anal sex sevmez iken yavaş yavaş alışmaya ve zevk almaya başladı . Zamanla aramızda sikici erkeğim orospu karıcım hadi beni siktir pezevengim ol fahişemsin seni satacağım gibi farklı konuşmalara sex sohbetlerimiz yöneldi. Artık karımla izlediğimiz swinger filmler olsun grup filmler olsun bizi daha cok etkilemeye ve zevk almamıza neden oluyordu. Sürekli eşimi başka erkeklerle sikişirken izlemek ve ona yardımcı olmak onun isteklerine harfiyen uymak gibi duygular içimi kemirmeye başladı. Eşimin sexi giyinmesine daha cok özen gösteriyor aldığım eteklerin boyu kısalmaya tayt body tarzı kıyafetlerin vücuduna oturmasına bel göğüs dekolteli kıyafetler giymesine çalışıyordum. Etrafımızdaki erkeklerin eşime bakması ve ellerinden gelse sikeceklerini bilmek beni delirtiyordu.Arkadaş gezmelerimizde misafirliklerde olsun eşime daha acık giyinmesi için tesvikde bulunuyor ara ara frikik vermesini bakalım evdekilerin ne yapacağını yada kadınların eşlerine nasıl bakacağını görelim gibi laflarla eşimide bu duruma şakayla karışık alıştırmaya başladım.Eşim olanların oyun ve benim zevk aldığımı bilmesinden dolayı cok abartmamak kaydıyla uyguluyor gittiğimiz yada bize gelen misafirlerin önünde tepsiyle ikramlarda bulunurken yada getir götür yaparken göğüslerini eğerek gösteriyor bazende bacak bacak üzerine atarak eteğinden baldırlarının görünmesini belinin açılmasını sağlayarak tahrik edici hareketlerde bulunmaya calısıyordu.karşı komşularımız Selcuk ve ASlı ile cok samimiydik.Ama bizdeki bu değişiklik Aslının dikkatini zamanla çekmiş ve eşime ne oldu sana artık daha bi havalısın farklısın daha rahatsın gibi sorular sormaya başlamış. E doğal olarak eşimde benim istediğimi giyim kuşamına karışmadığımı cok kıskanmadığımı hem samimi olduğumuz güvendiğimiz arkadaşlarımızın yanında bu şekılde olduğunu her zaman taytla yada sıfır kollu bady ile gezmediğini nadiren mini etek giydiğini falan söylemiş. Aslı evlerine gittiklerinde Selcugun kendisine sende az Şermin gibi giyinsene kadının kocası ne kadar şanslı falan demiş , tabi aslı üzülmüş eşimden birazda yardım almak için konuyu açtığını söylemiş .bunlar baya dertleşmişler anlayacağınız. Akşam evde konuştuklarını eşim anlatmaya başladığında bende kıpırdanmalar oldu ve eşim bunu hayliyle anladı gülümseyerek yoksa Selcugun beni istemesi azdırdımı seni erkeğim falan demeye başladı. BEnde – Evet demekki seni beğenmiş fırsatını bulsa sikecek dedim. Eşim bana saxo çekmeye başlamıştı o esnada . sikim taş gibi olmuş eşime uzanmasını söyleyerek amına dogru eğilmiş taytını sıyırıp kılodu ıle kalmasını sağlamıştım
kılodunu yana cekerek amını yalamaya başladığımda eşim inlemeyeee mmmhhh harıkaa dilini sokk kocacımm gibi laflar demeye başlamıştı. ben yaladıkça amı sulanıyor sulandıkça ballanıyordu 🙂 bi ara kafamı kaldırıp amını Selcugun yaladığını düşün dedim. Ama nerden dedim eşim kafamı tuttuğu gibi amına bastırdı ve – hadi selcuk amımı sikk kocamın önünde amımı parçala kocam pezevengi sikemiyor sen sik karınıda getir kocam siksinn diyerek beni azdırmaya iyice kudurtmaya çalışıyor ama kendide kontrolü kaybediyordu. ben zaten kazık gibi olan sikimi yavaşça amına sokarken amı sulanmış vıcık vıcık olmuş karım derin bir ohhhh cekerek bana baktı ve gerçekten siktirmek istermisin beni diye sordu. O an zevkten olsa gerek vede biraz şaşkınlıkla elbette cok isterim ama bende Aslıyı sikmek isteim dedim . Eşim gülerek sana Aslıyı siktircem ama sende beni Selcuga siktirteceksin tamam mı diyerek şok bi teklif daha yaptı cok şaşırmıştım. aslında haftalardır kurduğum hayal buydu ama eşimin bu kadar cabuk istemesine şaşırdım. meğer eşim frikik verdikçe selcugun siki kabarıyor kabaran siki eşimin amının ssulanmasını sağlıyor ben evde yokken Selcugu hayal edip porno izleyerek boşalıyormuş karım. ben bı yandan sikmeye devam ederken eşim bunları anlattıkça ben deliye döndüm. Eşim domalmamı istemesiyle birden irkildim ve kendime geldim ne yapıyosun dememe kalmadan arkama geçip tasaklarımı emmeye altıma uzanıp sıkımı somurmaya başladı fakat heyecandan ve tedırgınlıkten olsa olacakların nereye varacağını bılememekten sikim söndü ufaldı. eşimde bana bakarak kahkaha atar şekılde gülüp bak pezevenk sen gec boşalıyosun ama sikin cabuk sönüp tekrar kalkıyo bana sönmeyen yarım saat beni rahat sikecek yarak lazım dedi ve selcugun siki kolay kolay sönmezmiş Aslı dedi demesiyle siz bunlarımı konusuyosunuz neden daha önce demedin diye sitem ettim . Eşim o esnada benim arka deliğimi hafiften yalıyor bende şaşkınlıkla eğilmiş bkıyordum . sen napıyosun diyebildim. Eşim -hayatım Aslının kocasının sikinin sönmemesinin sebebi aslının selcugun göt deliğini yalayıp parmaklaması sayesindeymiş aslı dedi selcuk cok severmiş hatta sikerken götune kucuk bir yaraga benzeyen plastık varmış onu sokarmış götünde o varken sikermiş bu sayede gec boşalırmış dei. ben şaşkınlıkla nasıl olur insan götunde bişey varken siki nasıl kalkar diye sorarken eşim parmağını götüme soktu canım cok az acıdı ama içimde bi tuhaf oldu . Eşim parmağını sokup çıkardıkça benim içim bi hoş oluyo gözlerim kapanıyo ama sikim tekrardan kalkmaya başlıyordu. Dönüp eşime baktığımda telefonunun elinde olduğunu gördüm . Napıyosun dememe kalmadı resim cektigini fark ettim çıkan sesten. Eşim merak etme aşkım sikini ve beni sikerkenki resminide çekip Aslıya göstercem biz aslı ile konuştuk oda cekıp bana göstercek eger oda kocasıyla bızım gıbı konusabılır ve ayarlaya bılırse resımlerımızı gosterecegız ve kocası işin şaka değil gerçek olduğunu anlayıp filmlerdeki gibi birbirimizi siktirtecegiz dedi. Ben deliye döndüm resmen sikim ilk kez belk**e bu kadar kalktı ucundan kaygan sıvıları kendılıgınden akıyor ama boşalamıyordum. arkamdaki parmak cok hoşuma gidiyordu. eşime bi parmağını daha sokmasını istediğimi söylediğimde alaycı şekilde sende yakında götune yarrak istemezsen şaşırmam dedi.ben yıne afalladım . neden dedıgımde Selcuk aslıyı sıkerken bırıde benı sikse ben senin amındayken götümdede bi yarrak olsa dermiş sende öyle olma diyerek güldü. ben aldığım zevktem gözlerim kapanmış güzelll cok güzelll ohhhhh karıcımmmm devam etttttt nolurrr hızlı sokk seni siktirtecegim pezevengin olcam orospummmm fahişemmm hadii demeye başladım. eşimde bana arkamdan sen beni siktir bende seni ama göte yarraga doyuracam sikicim erkegimmmm pezevengimm ibne kocam falan diyor benn ohhhhhhh çektikçe eşim hakaret ediyordu gavat götunu sıkseler zevk alırsın ibne pezevenk karısını siktiren gavat gibi laflar. ben ilk kez böyle laflar duymanın zevki ve azgınlığıyla aldığım içinde olduğum mutluluğu anlatamam. resmenn inliyordummm. Karım – ellerinle sıktır beni Selcugun sikini all eline ve amıma sok o beni sikerken sende onun sıkiyle benim amımın birleştıgı yeri yala diyordu.aartık sikim patlayacak gibi olduğunda karıma domalmasını söyledim hemen önümde domaldı . arkasına geçip amını ve götunun büzügünü yalamaya baslaım karım hadiii Selcuk sik beniii kocamın önünde sikk orospuyum ben kocamda gavat ibne bni siktirten pezevenk dıyor beni çıldırtıyordu. beni yaragımı amına sokup bı kac gıt gel yaptıktan sonra çıkarıp bırden götune soktum. Eşim öyle bi bagırdıki daha sonra öğrendiğime göre aslılar duymuş hatta kocası benden için kaanda iyi sikici sanırım baksan nasıl bagırtıyo şermini deyip aslıyı sikmeye başlamış 🙂 Eşimin götüne sokup çıkarıyor taşaklarım amına çarpıyor şakkk şakkk diye ses çıkıyordu bi yandanda eşimin kalçalarını tokatlıyordum eşim kudurmuş şekılde amımada yarak istiyorummm 2 yarakk istiyorummm diye inliyorrr aggghhhhh offff parçaladın götümü pezevenkk hadiii gell deme başladı. bende daha fazla dayanamadım boşlacagım deyince eşim ilk defa yaptığı bişeyi yaptı daha önce memelerine yüzüne doğru boşalmıştım ama ağzına ilk oldu hemen sıkımı çıkarıp önüme eğildi ağzına sokup yarragımı sıvazladı ben boşalırken bi kısmını yuttu kalanı yutamadı acemılıkten olsa gerek sanırım ağzından akıttı sıkımın uzerınde dılını gezdırdı ben tukenınce banyoya gırdı eşim, ben şaşırmış aldığım zevkten ve olacakları düşünmekten tekrar hareketlenmeye başlamıştım. ama götümde acıyordu nede olsa ılkkez parmaklanmıştım. daha sonra aslılarla daha sık gıder gelır olduk pıknıkte falan aslıyla ben eşimle selcuk dolaşmaya çıkmaya başladık ama sankı bırbırımızden habersızmışız gıbı selcukta bende bışey bılmıyomuşuz gıbı yapıyorduk aslıyı sıkıştırmaya imalarda bulunmaya çalışıyor selcukta eşime aynısını yapıyormuş. hatta onlar öpüşmüşler o arada eşim benden habersız yapamayacağını ancak hep beraber olacağını deyınce mevzular açılmaya başladı. devamı daha sonra… haa bu arada alıntı falan degıldır yazdıklarım yaşanmış olanlardır yıl olarakda 2011 yaz aylarında başladı ..hala devam etmekte 😉

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Truth or Fantasy 04: New Admirer

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I was leaning against the steel railing that was hugging the foot path. I was facing the sun. Enjoying its warmth but also topping up the color on my sun tanned skin. My sleeveless yellow top had a modest scooped neck and hung loosely down to my waist. The ultra-short sparkly grey mini skirt barely got to mid-thigh. I had the heel of one of my high-heels hooked on the lower rung of the railing causing my long tanned and toned right leg to be bent slightly as it splayed outward. This encouraged the eyes of the men walking by to follow my leg line up to the prominent bulge in the front of my skirt.

Too big to tuck, so might as well show it off, was my motto. In the interest of decency, if ever needed but seldom used, my handbag was on my arm to cover myself.

It was a beautiful day and many of the visitors to the area were regulars. They all wanted the same thing. They all wanted to be titillated. I love to titillate. A look, a touch, a feel. A few hung me around like bees to a queen. They looked. They smiled. They stopped to chat and stroke my arm offering compliments about my look and feel of my smooth hairless skin. Some, whom I knew intimately, copped a feel of my cock. Bolder ones reached under the hem to find that I was, as usual, not wearing panties.

Depending on the time of year, the time of day, the busyness of the place, interactions often got more intimate. It was a public place, only marginally private resulting in usually only brief intimacies. I have been dry-humped. I have been sucked. I have sucked and swallowed. I have fucked. I have been fucked. I have had one, two and three men at a time. Well so much for lack of privacy I guess. The fugitive glances vbet and hurried exchanges only enhanced the excitement.

This day a few of my many admirers were milling around. We chatted amicably teased each other incessantly and my cock grew longer and harder by the minute. It was on display. The sun’s rays created deep obscene contours and shadows along the rigid shaft. The underside ridge was prominent and the wide crowned head was featured. As the odd strangers hand groped my cock it was pulled, bent and jerked.

Off to the side was a handsome young man that I had never seen before. I noticed him myself before anyone said anything. He seemed infatuated by me but intimidated by the small crowd. One of my long time admirers walked over me and said sotto voce.

“You have an admirer.”

“I noticed.” I replied, but just to be sure, I moved slowly away from the more crowded area and watched as the stranger’s eyes followed me discretely. He kept a constant distance.

He seemed mesmerized by me. I was so excited by this development, I stopped turned toward him and with my best seductive smile, indicated he should not be so tentative and he should come forward. He drew closer and I coyly turned forty-five degrees to him so he could clearly see my long legs and tenting skirt. I lowered my right hand and drew up the hem of my short skirt even more up my thigh. With the hem almost at my waist he could see bare leg from ankle to waist and knew I was not wearing any panties.

He must have gained a modicum of confidence as began to make his way over to me, but did so in a roundabout way, his best imitation of appearing casual. “Hi.” he said shyly, vbet giriş when he got close enough so his voice would not be heard by the others. “I’ve been watching you.”

“I know. I’ve been watching you. You are very handsome. Haven’t seen you around here before.”

“No. Well, maybe once or twice, but you weren’t here.” he replied with a slight smile. “You seem to be quite popular.”

“Yes. I usually am. They seem to like my long legs and short skirts. It gives them easier access to my cock.” I responded as I let the fingers of my right hand caress the outline of my cock. The taut fabric of the thin skirt was stretched obscenely over my knob and the shaft was firm and wide. My distended balls created soft rounded shadows below. You interested?”

“I guess so.” he gulped as he responded.

“Move a bit closer darling.” I suggested trying to shield him and provide some privacy from the voyeurs who were busy with others but still watching.

He stepped in very close. He was taller than me, more angular and likely 20 years younger. I felt his hand on my hip as I turned to face him. My cock brushed against his jeans and I heard a small sigh.

“May I?” he inquired as his hand made a tentative move toward my cock.

“Are you sure?” I said offering him a gracious out, but knowing full well what the answer would be.

“Very sure.” he offered as he gently caressed my shaft that was so prominent in the front of my skirt. He played with it slowly, stroking me up and down. Testing the hardness he grasped it in his hand and held it firm.

I put my arm on his and whispered into his ear what a wonderful touch he had. Just as vbettr I said that he slowly spun me around so I faced the railing and he pressed himself into my ass. I could feel his own hard cock between pushing my tight skirt into the crack of my ass. I felt his hands on my hips as he began to try hump me. I pushed myself back into him, arching my back and stiffening my legs. I was holding onto the railing with both hands when I felt him pull the hem of my skirt up. He exposed my ass for all the others to see as he continued to hump me. I could tell he was in fog of lust as he now did not care what anybody thought. He had his own needs.

He withdrew slightly and I knew what was next. I felt his hand between us. I felt his zipper being pulled down. I waited while he fussed – getting his cock out of his underwear. I felt the wet pre-cum covered cock head pressed against my naked skin. He moved back in closer and rubbed his juices on me as he dipped his legs to drive himself upward.

“You are a slut aren’t you?” he said in my ear as he laid his hard cock between my open legs.

“Cum on my legs and my ass!” I almost begged as his steel rod continued to tunnel itself into my flesh.

All too quickly I felt him spurt and spasm. His orgasm seized his body as he held my hips even tighter. I am sure his face was stretched taut as he enjoyed his first T-gurl orgasm. He continued to hold me until he had fully released his semen all over me. I could feel it running down my legs, leaving snail like trails. The hot sun began to dry it quickly but the man juice was clearly visible.

“Sorry. I didn’t meant to cum so quickly or make such a mess.”

“Don’t worry darling.” I replied as I put a finger to his lips. “It’ll be our secret.”

He zipped himself up and left without another word. I hung around a while then got in the car to go shopping at Safeway. I wonder if anybody in the grocery store noticed my walk of shame?

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Tomeric: The Kiss

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Tom knew at that moment that his life had changed forever. It was a kiss, a simple playful kiss- meant in jest but filled with promise and hope and despair all at once. The promise and hope was that what stirred in young Tom’s heart and belly with the excitement of the kiss and a feeling he never thought he would have, the despair was that he knew Eric was only playing and that it had been an accident.

It happened at a wedding. after the bride, Elizabeth and the groom, Tom’s friend, Eric had been married- came the dancing and the games. One of which was that men and women circled Eric and he was blindfolded then he, after a few drinks and being spun around had to tune in on his new bride’s voice and kiss her.

Tom was not surprised that Eric was coming towards him. He was always being told that his voice sounded like a girls. ON the phone people always referred to him as ma’am or miss and even in person at times he was assumed to be a woman. he had very feminine features, but he was surprised when Eric took hold of his shoulders and planted a big wet kiss on him. As was everyone else in the room. Much laughter ensued and someone removed Eric’s blindfold. To Tom’s slight embarrassment, he had closed his own eyes, and though he did not look at Eric’s face he could imagine his own friend’s shock- after all they used to gay bash all the time.

The rest of the reception Eric kept staring at Tom and Tom, assuming it was anger left abruptly claiming that he had been called in to work.

Just out of high school he took up a room with Cloe, a girl who was attending night school while working at the Burrito Barn, in Cocoa beach. It was a drive from where they lived but the rent was cheep and the fringe benefits of having a roomy paid off- in the beginning. But Cloe had begun to stay out and party, she stopped helping with the rent and the phone bill hadn’t been paid- such was the state of affairs when Tom came home that mid afternoon. There was no sign of Cloe and the bills had all been thrown in the trash. Something by the coffee pot captured Tom’s attention and his heart began to sink. “YOU HAVE 3 DAYS TO PAY YOUR RENT OR MOVE OUT” was written in large red letters. The paper had been crumpled up and part of it was missing.

“What else can happen today!” he fretted as he jerked the coffee filter out of the pot and sent it and the grounds dancing about the floor. “Thanks!” he said scooping up the mess he had made with his hands and placing the grounds and make shift filter into the garbage can, “There you are.” Tom took the piece of paper that had been used as a filter and stuck it back with the notice from their landlord, it completed the sentence, “This is you final notice!”

Tom finished cleaning up the kitchen the dishes, the living room. He was shocked to find two condoms on the sofa, having never expected Cloe to use safe sex… nothing about that girl was safe… “You must have come from one ugly son-of-a-bitch.” Tom said to the condom as he tossed it into the garbage. He then showered and tried not to think about what had happened, it didn’t work. He dried off and came out of the bathroom to find his bedroom door opened and Cloe rummaging through his drawers, “Can I help you?”

“Yeah I need money… lots of it!” she said as she tossed the place, without pause.

“What a coincidence! So do I!” Tom exclaimed.

She turned and took hold of his shoulders, Tom used to look forward to those intimacies but there was nothing there now, only reflections metinhukukburosu.com of how it had felt when Eric grabbed him. “You don’t understand Tom- these fuckers will take it out of my ass if I don’t get them the money.”

“What money, from where?”

Cloe gave Tom a side glance, “You know it really brings me down to have to go through this all the time with you- do you have a secret stash or not?”

“NO I have nothing Cloe- and rent is due!” he added to her back as she spun around and went out the door.

“Don’t think she’ll be back any time soon.” he said to himself as he locked the door behind her. Her MO was to disappear during hard times and then return when things were good, primarily to ruin them again- or so he had noticed. As usual he put the small apartment back into order but he lingered for a while in her room, there- though he had no reason why, he gathered up her blue silk panties, leg stockings, matching braw and a silk night gown, blue with Japanese letters on the back. he went in to his room and tried them on. The stockings were a little baggy and so were the panties, the braw just hung there and the image made him depressed. a second trip into her room brought out some smaller underwear, white lace and a white braw, the braw was still big but the panties fit nice and snug, also the white stockings fit well too, “These must be more recent.” he thought as he tried his reflection in the mirror. Cloe had started out a little chubby but her lifestyle was making her a skeleton, everyone saw it but her. Tom decided to shave his legs to help with the look before he realized he was supposed to work that night. He searched for his cell phone and found that it had a message on it, it was his boss telling him not to come in as the hours had been cut for the month. “How the hell am I going to pay the rent?” he protested, tossing his phone to the side, but then was also relieved that he would have at least one evening of fun before he was homeless. He shaved his legs completely and trimmed around the front too where some hairs were beginning to grow. There were only a few hairs on his backside but he got rid of them too then took another shower and tried out her clothes again.

He added perfume to his neck, belly and thighs then went into his room and slithered into bed. He ran his hands over his body pulling on himself and pushing the panties around his smooth skin. “Ohoo” he cooed. “This must be how it feels!” he sucked on one of his fingers, then annother. Before long he had climaxed inside the panties.

He fell to sleep.

There was a knock on the door, and he jumped with a start. Half dazed he reached for the light but could not find the switch. He stumbled into the hallway and the knocking persisted- it was urgent and loud and he opened the door, before realizing what he had been wearing still.

3 faces stared at him in shock. They had looked angry, but they were shocked more than angry now.

“Damn!” one of the blacks exclaimed, “I be sorry ma’am wez’ lookin’ fo Cloe.”

“Do you know her miss?” another of the black men asked, the white man who was with them said nothing and only stared.

“You have the right address.” Tom said… “BUt she’s gone.”

“Do ya mind we c’m in?” the largest of them asked.

Tom shook his head and stepped back, pulling the Japanese nighty around himself as he did so. “Sorry for my appearance…” he said, “I don’t think she’ll be back.” he added.

The white man sat on the couch and stared at Tom while the other black man went to the fridge, “Do you have some beer?”

“Maybe.” Tom gestured with his hands, “I really don’t know.” Now a bit more alert, and very woken up, he tried to manage the situation he had suddenly found himself in. “If you were hoping to catch her tonight you might find her at the boardwalk.”

“We came from dat place, it be dead.” the largest black man, who took a seat in the recliner said, he too was staring at Tom, “You a pretty girl- ya know dat?”

“Me. No.” Tom blushed and took a seat next to the window on one of the bar stools.

“Yes you is.” the white man finally spoke up, but still his eyes were fixed on Tom.

“These aren’t real.” Tom said for some reason, and gestured to his chest, “I have really small ones.” he didn’t know why or what he was saying, then added, “I meant the boardwalk in Daytona.”

The man from the fridge returned with 2 beers, “Looks like we haf ta share.”

“Don’t mind if I dose.” the white man said, his eyes not leaving Tom as he took a beer. He popped it took a gulp then got up and offered it to Tom, “What’s your name girl?”

“Tom.” he said dully.

“Tom?”

“Tomeric.” he gulped, adding with a shrug, “My parents were weird.”

“They must have been Asian or something girl, you is so hot.”

“Philippine, my father was, my mother was from Brazil.”

“Enough of da bulshit, listen,” The largest of the three said as he took a gulp from a beer and handed it to the other black fellow, “Your friend Cloe ows us a lot of mutha fuckin money normally we fuck people up fo dat shit but seeing as you are all nice an shit we can let you co for a small price.”

The white guy smiled, “Not too small.”

The one who had came in with the beer stepped behind Tom and pulled his hair back with one hand while he planted his mouth on his face. His large lips caged Tom’s mouth and their tongues darted into each other’s, exploring, licking, caressing. His other hand dug into Tom’s panties but luckily for him he pulled it back right away, “Shit’s all ready wet with cum man!”

“Damn if we aint late to da show!” the large man stood up, “Well we aint funna tap no other man’s juice…” he unbuttoned his fly, “You just gonna have to suck us off one at a motherfuckin’ time!”

The three men cheered and took their seats. “Well?”

Tom stood up and tried to remember what it was he had seen girls do in the movies. “First thing first.” he said, “No coming in my mouth.”

“Yeah, cross my heart.” the large man said and he pointed to his crotch, “C’mon girl we gotta get dis done so we can go to Daytona.”

Tom got down on his knees before the man and with one hand fished out the large penis. with the other hand he messaged the man’s thigh and he put himself to work. The sooner he finished them, the sooner they would leave. He wrapped his hand almost around the fatty dick and crammed as much of it as he could into his mouth. with one hand he massaged the balls and jacked the fellow off and with the other he continued to rub the man’s leg and belly.

“Oh dats it you ho, suck it.” he gasped.

Tom didn’t reply, just took the piece of meat as far as it would go into his throat and jacked off what ever else didn’t fit. He took turns bobbing his head up and down and then licking and nibbling the sides of the more than 11 inch dick. He took the balls in his mouth, making the man scoot from the couch and the other two men laughed. “Oh youz a good ho!” he groaned, “Dat’s it suck deez nuts!”

Tom complied with whatever the man suggested, and worked himself into a frenzy of excitement while doing so. Finally and quite suddenly the man began to cum. Tom did not know that it was going to happen and was shocked how much the large dick throbbed in his throat. HE had tried to pull off the dick but the man’s hands kept him in place until he was finished coming, “Now swallow bitch!”

Not wasting any time the white man pulled Tom over to him, “Get on this little miss Tomerica!” he said.

Tom complied, though the man’s dick was easier to get in his mouth than the other guy’s it was by no means small, however he made short work of it and the man whooped and hollered as he pushed Tom’s face all the way to the base of his dick as he blew his load into his throat. Tom swallowed it all and then crawled over to the last man.

“Here’s de deal.” the man said, “I am gonna fuck your ass an cum in your face.”

“I thought you didn’t want sloppy seconds…” Tom’s heart began to race. If they found out that he was a guy what would they do to him?

The man shook his head, “I never said such a thing- I want your ass.” he undid his pants and stood up.

Near panic, Tom complied with a nod and then gently sat him back down and took his dick in his mouth to get him hard. It was not as long as the first dick but almost as thick. Tom struggled from the beginning to get him hard enough, then wet enough. During the time it took for him to suck the man nice and hard, the other two had stepped outside. Tom used excess saliva from the blowjob to lubricate his ass and when the man said for him to turn around he did. HE slid the back of the panties to one side and fed the dick into himself, or tried to. The man finally took control and pushed Tom down onto the floor then hauled him back up to his knees and back on himself then he pushed his dick into the tight hole.

Tom gasped, moaned and cried out in a shockingly high pitch which was mistaking for a squeal of excitement by the two outside, as the man began to pound himself into Tom’s anus. “Oh yeah bitch yeah!” he said as he gripped Tom’s shoulder and hair and pulled him back towards himself as he humped forward off the couch, “Oh yeah bitch yeah!”

Tom cooed responsively, wanting this all to end, only because of the fear of being found out. “Oh yes, yes, yes!”

“UGH!” the man made 3 short grunts than pushed Tom off of his dick and shouted, “Turn around bitch, let me hit ya, uhg!” stream after stream of hot juice sprayed across Tom’s face, into his noes, his eyes, his mouth. on his neck into his hair… “Ugh, Oh… oooh haaa.” The man groaned, “Bitch!” then he grabbed Tom by the head, “Clean me off ho, can’t go in a car all dirty and shit.”

Tom complied, tasting his own ass as he cleaned the man’s pole. He sucked on the nuts, the stem and the head, then took the whole shaft into his mouth again and again down the entire length until the ass taste was gone and only saliva remained.

The door opened, “C’mon man we gotta go!” the other’s called for their friend.

Tom, dizzy got to his feet and locked the door behind them. He staggered down the hall and collapsed into his bed, eager for the moment alone and filled with a strange new sensation, not only was it the sex, the debauchery, but he had gotten away with it. They thought they had humiliated a woman, but in fact they had been shamed… he had showed them.

It wasn’t long before he came again, and again, and decidingly slept in his new clothes.

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Tranny Tales Ch. 02

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The use of the word Tranny is not meant to be disrespectful; it is used as it was in the past although not politically correct at this time.

*****

There is a rare moment during an eclipse when the sky turns dark red and winds seemingly gather together from nowhere, as if to celebrate the celestial event. I had come from a business meeting that ran late that night on a warm June evening years back. The boss wanted us to discuss a new super computer that the firm was considering acquiring. A few analysts had flown in from Germany and we were supposed to benefit from their insight and visa versa.

When I left the office, it was already about 10 pm. I flipped on the radio and there was Art Bell and some nutcase talking about invaders from outer space who had abducted him and who, according to the speaker, were some sort of hermaphrodites. These alien creatures had subjected him, as they usually do, to unmentionable indignities of the anal variety. When Art, the interviewer, broke for the news, I was surprised to hear that in moments there was going to be a rare eclipse of the moon. I pulled over to the side of the Santa Monica Boulevard, opened the windows, rolled back the moon roof and looked up at the sky just as the moon began to be hidden by the earth’s shadow.

Just at that moment, when I was feeling a little horny, a longhaired blond with a knee length skirt and red sneakers jumped out of the shadows. Her hair was shoulder length; her t-shirt offered a slight indication of breasts and a male voice announced,

“Hi, I’m Michael.”

It didn’t all add up.

“Hi Mike, what’s up?” I answered with surprise.

“Man this eclipse thing is cool.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Anyway, I was wondering if you’d like a blowjob, I’m trying to earn a little bit of money. Trying to get down to Oceanside to visit my brother at the Army base.”

“If a Sheriff sees us Mike, both of us will be arrested.”

“I don’t mean here on the street. No, come back to my apartment we can hang out there.”

He seemed like a nice kid, probably in his early 20s with a boyish face and pretty long hair rather than wearing a wig as most Trannies do. As the West Hollywood Boulevard corridor was the Tranny center in this part of the world, I didn’t feel any apprehension,

“OK. Hop in.”

We sat in the car on a high hill on a side street and watched the eclipse for the next ten or fifteen minutes.

“Man this is cool.”

I’d put some soft music on from the FM channel and Michael quickly, without any prompting began to tell me his life story and how he’d wound up in Los Angeles sharing a small apartment with an exceptional Tranny whom he was in awe of. I was well aware of the mentoring of transsexuals where a younger ward is “adopted” and taught the ropes of being a Tranny and how to make a living through prostitution, or in polite terms, as an “escort.”

“So you are headed to Oceanside, you better be careful down there with all the military.” “Oh no, it’s cool. There is a Tranny place on the outskirts of town called Bo-Bo’s and it is filled with service men. I must have blown 12 guys in one Saturday night, paid for the trip.”

While Michael talked on and on, I drove a long way down Santa Monica Boulevard, into Hollywood, past Cahuenga into a low rent district where Michael indicated we had arrived at home base. I parked behind an old hotel building that had been converted into small apartments. There was still gravel surfacing in the parking lot and you could hear small stones bouncing off the tires against the car’s wheel wells.

From the parking lot I could see an old iron staircase attached to the back of the building, probably a fire escape afterthought. We climbed to the second story as the old iron treaded steps vibrated under our feet. It was an old apartment house that I knew from past intrigues was home to a strange assortment of transsexuals, gays and drug addicts with considerable overlap. There was a hall entry on the second floor. I followed Michael down the dark hall, he lifted up his blouse, reached into his bra and pulled out a key, opened the door to a small room, empty except for a bed, a night table, a flickering old black and white TV and little else. We undressed and rested a while on the bed watching an old Errol Flynn film in Spanish, some buccaneer film, I think it was called “Captaino Blud” where Flynn, so handsome a man in his prime, was jumping from one ship deck to another followed by a bunch of cut throat pirates.

“Do you speak Spanish?”

“”Hell no, just “taco,” he laughed, “The damn set only picks up the high frequency channels, would you prefer Chinese or Korean?”

“No this will do fine.”

As we watched, Michael kept his word and eased himself into position with his head on my lap with a perfunctory open mouth. No teeth touching, he began what turned out to be an excellent blowjob. Never too quick to getting off orally, I let him labor on, caressing his blond hair that showed no sign ankarakazan.com of dark roots in the dim light. Without the skirt he was a real California boy. It took a while, but he seemed totally enthralled in the enjoyment of sucking my dick, and as I was a little tired of his nonstop chatter, with his mouth now filled with cock, a little silence was in order and except for an occasional slurping sound the respite was appreciated. He had undressed only partially, wearing his padded bra and panties as he continued sucking. He coughed a few times, mumbled something about his hair in his mouth and then the happy moment arrived when I arched my back and moaned, holding his head firmly against me and I came like a Sten gun set for rapid fire. Michael quaffed the full load like a pro. I lay there for a few minutes, my heart pounding like a teenager.

The room was cool and silent except for occasional footsteps that vibrated the outside iron stairs. I whispered to him, “Thank you baby.”

He had repositioned himself and was holding me in his arms; my cock was still leaking sperm against his thigh tightly pressed against me. He was kissing my neck and seemed very pleased to have me in his grasp.

“I really like you,” he whispered.

I liked him too, who can turn down a cow eyed lover with silent tears running down his cheeks. But as much as I appreciated his affection, and I would have never told him so, he was far too boyish for me and he made me feel gay, which I was willing to accept for that evening, such are the machinations of one who enters this twilight world seeking the “fem fems” and not the “halfway there.” But I was there at that moment, and when in Rome, roam, as they say.

Of course I would never have said anything to hurt his feeling, trying to change the subject, I asked,

“Have you lived here long?”

“No, not long, oh, oh, you have to meet my room mate, Michelle, you should meet her, a real Tranny, great breasts, big cock, you’d like her, and she is really pretty and very cool.”

I smiled and laughed, big cocks, were not what I was really looking for.

He slowly released me from his grip and sat up on the bed,

“Hey, you can take a shower if you like and hang with me as long, as you want.”

“Thanks Michael.” I excused my self and used the tiny bathroom. That was nice of him to offer the shower but I just washed my cock and pubes in the sink with a small bar of soap. I had carried my cloths with me, a precaution born of fear of being robbed, and was getting ready to leave. I was a little tired and relaxed and hanging with this young boy, as sweet as he was, was not what I really had in mind. I went back into the bedroom, gave Michael a kiss on his plump baby cheeks and handed him some small bills. This seemed to make him quite happy,

“You can come back and you don’t have to pay me next time,” he voiced as he thanked me.

“Thanks baby,” I kissed him again on the cheek and got up to leave. Just as I opened the door, there was Michelle. She was ravishing but Michael failed to introduce us.

I said “Hi” and “goodbye and went out into the cool evening.

Ten days later, late in the afternoon, I started thinking about Michelle and drove over to her apartment. Most T-girls sleep during the day, as they don’t get home till early morning. Then the Mexican laborers line up in the direction of uptown on the boulevard headed for work, as a gaggle of trannies are heading in the opposite direction ready to sleep. I didn’t know who I would find at the apartment, but it was my good luck that when the door finally opened it was Michelle who came to the door wearing only a tan terrycloth bathrobe. She recognized me at once,

“Oh, Hi, Michael isn’t here.”

“I didn’t come to see Michael. I came to see you.”

“Oh.. What do you want?”

” Well please forgive my directness, but since you asked, I really want to fuck you.”

“Oh, ok, come in, you’ll have to wait a few minutes. The room smelled like candied vanilla. “Oh well, I need a few minutes to prepare myself, and if that’s what you want, it’s going to cost you $40.”

“No problem.”

She disappeared into the tiny bathroom carrying a vaginal douche with a rubber bulb attached and what looked like a plastic pitcher.

“Make your self comfy hon.”

I took off my cloths, folded them and set them on a spare chair. I lay down on the bed watching that same old black and white TV. It was a movie with a Spanish speaking Van Johnson, as a GI in Germany driving one of those tiny Messerschmitt motorcycles with a plastic body surrounding it on his way to a date with some Fraulein, when the bathroom door creaked open and Michelle, wearing nothing but a pair of flip flops and a towel around her waist, came back into the room.

“Do you understand this I asked, pointing at the TV?”

“Yeah a little,” she responded.

I looked up at her, our eyes met. Her lips barely moved into a smile. She was tall, taller than I was, and she wasn’t wearing heels. I guessed she was in her early thirties. She threw the towel somewhere into the corner and climbed into the bed. She was nude. Her breasts were full curved, just touching gently on her rib cage before exploding upwards. They were globes of the perfect size, and even her erect nipples pointed skywards. Masterful, who ever the surgeon was, he was a “da Vinci,” The original Leo would have known what was fem, as Leonardo da Vinci was a Renaissance cross dresser that art experts think posed himself in drag in front of a mirror to painted himself as the real Mona Lisa. In those days most famous Florentine artists were closeted gays. Leo was run out of Florence on rumors of his taking it in the caboose long before he invented the steam locomotive.

But to return to the subject at hand, Michelle was a beauty; long brunet hair, a perfect chin, slender boyish hips that I preferred at that time and the only blemish was the small remnants of childhood acne on her right cheek. It was she who smelled of a candied vanilla perfume that was both exotic and flattering. It made me forget we were in some Hollywood dive trying to escape reality. Other than the scent, she wore no makeup except a little eyeliner that set off her large dark eyes.

“I hope Michel doesn’t get upset, he really liked you, but he is leaving at the end of the week anyway.”

“He’s a sweet kid but a little too boyish for me. You’re more my style.”

I kissed her hand and moved closer to kiss her lips. She turned her head away, “oh its too early for lip kissing.”

I caressed her breasts and began to suck at her nipples. She seemed to enjoy that and my cock was hard the instant her nipple went into my mouth. I was thoroughly enjoying myself when she took my hard cock in hand and leaned forward to suck me. I relaxed and let her pleasure me. At that sexual moment a Tranny becomes a real woman to me, even better, certainly sexier. In those years, many of the Latin Trannies whom I had frequented distained cock play referring to their genitals as “that thing” as if to infer that only a gay male would take interest in a Tyranny’s penis. Cross fucking was a gay thing and real men frequented trannies to fuck them, not to be fucked by them. To a Tranny, being penetrated anally by a straight male was a confirmation of her feminine sexuality. I didn’t know what it was to reciprocate with my ass or even look at her genitals for fear it would spoil the illusion, and she had the knack of tucking her cock behind her so it was never a topic brought to light that detracted from her femininity. This seemed to work well for both of us,

“Oh God, stop, I going to cum, but I want to fuck you.” She released her lips and my cock sprung out of her mouth like a carnival puppet. She reached for a condom off the night table and carefully rolled it onto me, then turned over onto her belly. I mounted her, still erect, and apparently without need of lube, I entered her slowly, she moaned a bit and then settled down. I started to pump gently, then with more force, my belly smacking into her butt making a slapping sound, “Oh yes, fuck me baby, fuck me hard, fuck me nice”

I did just that, slowly and then picking up pace and unable to contain my excitement I uttered an “Ohhhoooo” and filled up that condom with cum as if it was a water pouch for the desert. I held onto the base of the condom as I withdrew my softening penis and lay on my back for a few moments.

“Go use the bathroom if you want.”

I got up from the bed, went into the small bathroom leaving the door open and threw the brimming condom in the trash basket, and with the small bar of hotel soap washed myself. I dried myself off with a small face towel and went back to Michelle.

“I really enjoyed that, making love to you.”

“No problem hon, come back when ever you want.”

I left her a fifty-dollar bill on the night table, pulled on my pants, shirt and shoes and made my exit. I was happy to see my car was still there, undisturbed, and off I went.

I continued to frequent Michelle for the rest of the summer; Michael disappeared, just as she said he would and I was spared an embarrassing meeting, but in all fairness, I have to give credit to Michael as he had sponsored Michelle as one I would really like.

After our initial love making, I spent a lot of time with Michelle, with the hope that a relationship would evolve. We went out to eat often after our sex play and in the cumings and goings I got to meet a few of the other trannies that lived in the small hotel. They must have assumed Michelle and I were lovers. One girl, a rather masculine big blond thinking we were a couple, invited us into her apartment to have a threesome.

“Maybe another time, I answered.”

“Thanks.” said Michelle.

We laughed about it afterwards. I wasn’t looking for a threesome.

We were also invited to a meth/crack party by some druggies in the hall, but that sacred me a little so I nixed that invitation.

I made love to Michelle countless times over the few months I knew her. We almost became lovers but more precisely I should say we were sex partners because it was obvious but she was never in love with me. Maybe because she was older or had more experiences than I did, including some bad ones. She once mentioned that she almost got “married” but never finished the story. There was always a missing spark in our relationship. We were friends but she was always a little distant, unlike Michael she had no stories to tell or ones she wished to share, she was warm but did not say much, as if her mind was somewhere in some other place and time. We were friends, we fucked, but we were not in love. It was a relationship based on sex and money and I was fully content. When things are going good sexually, you don’t do anything to change it. “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix,” as the Mexican shoe cobbler once told me. She made no demands on me, I paid the price of admission and the orgasms were fabulous.

As for the sex, it was in retrospect somewhat vanilla. We just did a lot of great fucking, as the Beetles sing, “What’s wrong with that, I’d like to know.” I preferred when she rolled over and offered her plumb boyish ass in a traditional variation of the missionary style, but sometimes she wanted me to lift up her legs and fuck her as deep as possible. I would pump hard against her and reach down grabbing my penis at the base and rotate it to her satisfaction. On more than one occasion, depending on our position, after she got used to me, she would jerk her self off, saying, “Do you mind?” as I fucked her. Of course I never minded. This happened usually just before I was ready to cum, but I never watched, I just assumed that was what she was doing by the motion of her arm. Where the cum went, I had no idea, maybe she caught it in her hand?

We had good fun but she was always a little out of reach. I never even knew where she came from although from her slight accent I thought she was Italian American and had come from the East Coast. Truthfully, there never was a need to pursue conversations beyond the “uhs and ahs.”

I was scheduled to go in for a hernia operation and had never discussed it with her. Foolishly fearful that the surgery would put an end to my sex life, I called her several days afterwards. I was totally exhausted and weak, it had been a serious intervention as I had put it off for a long time, necrosis had set in and to add to the problem, the interdural puncture had proved an ineffective anesthesia. I woke up in the middle of the surgery; saw the professor surgeon and several young doctors assisting him. As I was feeling nothing I said to the surgeon,

“I’m fine, continue.”

” I can’t operate on a moving target,” replied the surgeon.

Everyone laughed and with that they intubated me halfway through the operation. When it was over I vomited some popcorn I had foolishly eaten late the night before the surgery.

As I started to say, I called Michelle up four days later and hearing her voice was enough to give me a happily vindicated hard on, but my voice was so weak and my breathing irregular so Michelle asked,

“Are you jerking off as we talk.”

“God no, I just had hernia surgery, not a chance.”

I realized that a phone call mixed with masturbation was a trick that silent callers played on Trannies back then, but I was surprised she could have thought that of me.

Once recovered, the next week I continued to make love to her even before all the stitches were removed. After proving that my cock still functioned nicely, I said to her,

“I’ll see you in a few days.”

“Listen hon, I’m thinking of going up to San Francisco to see if I like it there, if I do, I’ll stay there for a while.”

“Ok, I’ll miss you.”

“Then come up to see me, just call me on my cell.”

“Ok babe.” Knowing how difficult a trip to San Fran would be for me, I kissed her and fucked her harder then I ever had before, left her a hundred dollar bill and she was out of my life and into my memories forever. She walked me to the door, threw her arms around me and as her naked magnificent breasts crushed against me, she whispered,

“If only I had met you when I was younger, you always made me feel like a real woman.”

“Which you are,” I added as she squeezed my hand.

Her comment made me feel so good. It was as close to a loving moment as we were ever going to get. As we disentangled from her impromptu embrace, I glanced down for the first time and thought, “Oh my God, Michael was right,” she had an enormous circumcised cock with a large red tip, bigger than one of those large yellow squash that they sell in the Mexican grocery stores and her ball sack was so stretched by her large testicles that it hung behind her cock and was almost of an equal length. I don’t know how, but seemingly without an order from my brain, my hand reached out and cradled her cock in my hand. It was warm and moist and swelled immediately from the slightest pressure.

“We never played with that thing did we?” I said.

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Chapter One — The Deal

Author’s note: I know very little about playing poker. I have played blackjack in a few casinos in the USA, Australia, Europe, UK, even Vanuatu but that’s the sum of my experience with gambling. Blame any factual errors squarely on me rather than my researchers, Google and Netflix xxx Michele

Tiffany was not the name on her birth certificate but she loved the name regardless. Her fingers were long and elegant, her nails blood-red to match her lipstick. Dealers were not allowed to wear rings to prevent them from marking the deck.

She flipped over the river card and there was a gasp from the small crowd watching the game of Texas holdem from behind the velvet rope. Tiffany flashed her green eyes at them and they immediately hushed.

While the pit boss was distracted by the crowd Tiffany tapped her little finger infinitesimally on the green felt surface.

She had turned two aces on the board, the ace of diamonds in the flop and the river card was the ace of hearts.

Ravi Singh’s heart was beating like a drum. His hole cards were a deuce and the ace of spades, he had three of a kind in aces. He didn’t hesitate and went all in, he’d been hammering Kurt Bentley all night and now was the time to finish him off. The crowd gasped again and the pit boss growled at them. The other two players at the table had already folded.

To the amazement of those watching Kurt went all in too. Ravi grinned as he revealed his prial but his grin became a grimace when Kurt showed his five and six of hearts, he had the ace, three and seven of hearts on the board to make a flush.

This time there was no shushing the crowd.

Kurt Bentley raked in his chips and left the table without a word after tossing Tiffany a hundred dollar chip.

“A hundred dollars you cheap asshole!” Tiffany screeched at Kurt when she entered his hotel room an hour later.

“You’re getting half the pot sugar, don’t get mad,” he grinned at her.

She saw the two stacks of bills on the counter.

“That was the deal, an even two way split and a fuck,” Kurt reached out for her.

“I honestly thought you were joking about the fuck. You really want that?” Kurt held her close and she could feel the lump in his dress pants.

“You bet I do,” he pulled her closer and tried to kiss her.

“Ok. Make it quick, I gotta run,” she wiggled free of him and leaned against the counter, presenting herself for him.

“Jesus Tiff, where’s the romance? Don’t I at least get foreplay?”

“You want foreplay, play with yourself, I’m in a rush,” she hiked her dress up and out the way and handed him a tube of lubricant she had taken from her handbag.

“Don’t get any semen on this dress, it cost me a bomb,” she looked back at him over her shoulder.

The casino was old-style and had a dress code, no grannies in tracksuits putting quarters in the slots here. Men were required to wear a suit and tie, women wore evening gowns or the equivalent. The male staff wore tuxedos and the female staff dressed accordingly.

Tiff was wearing a low-cut red satin sheath, it was split on both sides to the top of her thighs to show off her long legs clad in shimmering flesh-toned nylons. The bare-leg-brigade had no place in this casino where the cocktail waitresses wore micro-miniskirts, sheer pantyhose and four-inch high heels; every female employee was required to wear a skirt or dress, nylons and heels.

Tiffany yanked down her red satin panties and they pooled around her ankles, she kicked them away and tore off the surgical tape that was gaffing her. She manipulated her diaphragm so that her testes could descend down her inguinal canals into her scrotum, her large penis hung free between her legs.

“Come on, hurry up,” Tiffany pushed out her creamy white buttocks, perfectly presenting herself for penetration.

Tiffany had a pragmatic approach to sex. She had been thrown out of home at the age of sixteen by her parents when their son declared that he would be going femme full time. Her parents thought that it was just a phase he was going through when he started crossdressing, just like when he went Goth and then Emo, but Tiffany, as she was calling herself by then, insisted it was no phase. She stated that she was genuinely gender dysphoric.

Tiffany ran to her aunt and uncle’s place who were both sympathetic. Her uncle more so and he had taught her a few card tricks. He also taught her a few tricks she could do with her mouth and that her ass was not only for pooping. When her aunt caught them in flagrante delicto Tiffany had to put her new found knowledge to use on the street.

An enterprising pimp took her in and paid for breast implants and some other constructive surgery and got her started on hormones, all financed by the money she made for him. He turned an attractive young crossdresser into a stunning transsexual and then got her started in porn to supplement what she made as a high-class call girl.

Tiffany used sex like currency to get her way or to sex hikayeleri curry favour. Not that she didn’t like sex, she loved it when she was in the mood with the right man or woman. Her tastes were eclectic.

Kurt moved in behind her, his trousers were down and his erect penis stood proud. He nudged her sphincter with his lubed-up cock and Tiffany pushed back, impaling herself on him.

“Jeez Tiff I wanted to tease myself a little before penetration,” Kurt whined.

She placed his hands on her hips and began to rock back and forth.

“Shut up and fuck me,” she wiggled her buttocks and adjusted her stance so that Kurt’s glans pressed on her prostate.

“Hmmm, that’s the spot lover boy, now get to fucking,” her dirty talk spurred him on and he began to fuck her with long slow strokes.

Tiffany purred like a cat and pushed back to meet him, his hands moved to her thighs and his fingers entwined in the welts of her hold-up stockings. She encouraged him to quicken the pace, which he did. They were both panting, the thwok sound of his pubis slapping against her buttocks mingled with their passionate grunts and groans.

Kurt reached around and tried to take her in his hand but she brushed him away.

“Leave that alone, you’ll only get it wrong, let me finish myself,” she said through gritted teeth.

Tiffany masturbated herself while Kurt fucked her, she sensed that he was close when he held her still and drove himself deep inside her. Kurt gasped in her ear and she felt his hot spend fill her anus.

She held back until she felt Kurt was peaking and then she ejaculated, being careful not to get any on her shoes.

Kurt pulled up and adjusted his pants while Tiffany stepped into her panties.

“You put a runner in one of my nylons,” she tsked while pushing her penis between her buttocks and pulling her panties tight.

“You just made close to a hundred grand and you’re bitching about a ten dollar pair of stockings?” Kurt shook his head.

“I don’t buy my hosiery at Wal-Mart you cheap prick,” she fixed her lipstick, threw her compact and the lube into her clutch and hefted the wad of cash.

She tossed the cash and her clutch into a Gucci handbag.

“I’ll count it later,” she inspected herself in the full-length mirror, smoothing out her dress.

“You get any more action, you have my number,” Kurt got the door for her.

“I’ll email you to set up a meet, I don’t like phones. And if you slap me on the ass on the way out I’ll kick you in the balls,” Tiffany pecked his cheek.

Kurt smiled, she had read his mind.

She nearly made it through the hotel foyer but was stopped by the concierge.

“He wants to see you,” Serge raised his brows indicating it wasn’t a request.

Serge was really Steve Goodman from Bumfuck Idaho who had started at the casino as a bellboy twenty five years ago. He had adopted an exotic ‘casino name’ and fake accent like a lot of hotel and casino staff did that worked the strip. He’d tip Tiffany off occasionally when a high roller was in town. She gave him a hundred and a hand job if the lead turned out to be productive. He had the option to forego the hundred and take a blowjob as full payment but Serge always took the money. He was so nervous the first time she rewarded him in the parking lot that he came all over her fingers as she was taking his cock out of his pants. She kissed his cheek, stuffed the hundred in his pocket and told him not to be so nervous next time, but for now to consider himself paid in full despite the premature ejaculation.

Tiffany turned around and took the elevator to the fourth floor where the counting room, the security room, and the hotel and casino managers offices were. She knocked on the door of the casino manager’s office and entered.

“You’re looking good Brian,” Tiffany said, giving him her best smile.

“Bullshit Tiff, I look old and tired just like I feel,” Brian was wearing a rumpled suit that he’d likely been wearing since five in the morning.

Brian Madsen didn’t sleep much, the casino was his life. He’d never married and was devoted to his job.

Tiffany slid across the floor, her perfume proceeding her and announcing her presence. She deliberately sat on the edge of his desk so that her dress fell open revealing those magnificent legs.

Brian rested a hand on her thigh and sighed.

“What was our deal when you started here Tiff?”

“I attract the rollers, I make minimum and tips, and I give you a blowjob once a week,” she smiled down at him.

As a reasonably famous transsexual porn star, accomplished croupier, blackjack and poker dealer, Tiffany was a drawcard. People would come to her table just to say that they had gambled with her. Security had to continually remind the mopes that photography was not allowed in the casino.

“What else?” Brian was not letting her off that easy.

“No scams, stings or trouble,” she smiled meekly.

“Say, have you had your weekly blowjob?” she slid down off the porno hikayeleri desk, her satin gown rustling against her nylons.

Brian swivelled his chair round to face her.

She leaned down and kissed him, her tongue slid into his mouth. His breath was sour, whisky and cigarettes but she’d tasted worse, far worse.

Brian put a hand on the top of her head and instinctively she fell to her knees. She unzipped and unbuckled him with practiced ease. She freed his semi-erect penis from his underpants and improved his erection with her hand and then lowered her face into his lap to perform her duty.

She teased him, using the tip of her tongue on his fraenulum and then licking his glans whilst looking up at him with her pretty green eyes. Brian put his hand on her head again and applied pressure. Tiffany obligingly took him in her mouth and sucked him, working her lips on his shaft while her tongue lapped his glans.

“That’s my girl,” he grunted.

Tiffany worked her mouth, bobbing up and down, licking and sucking Brian’s cock, swallowing his pre-ejaculate. He always came quickly and tonight was no exception.

Brian pushed her face down hard into his groin, she didn’t like it when men did that but she willingly obliged this time. She took him deep and feathered her tongue on his glans and locked her lips on the base of his phallus as he spent himself. His semen filled her mouth and she had difficulty breathing but she kept to her task and allowed him to finish. She swallowed all that he gave her which was always a lot, she guessed that she might be Brian’s only form of sexual release. She swallowed the last of his issue and then licked him clean.

She got up from the floor and took a drink from the glass of bourbon on his desk, she swished it around her mouth and swallowed. Brian’s semen was sweet compared to some that she had tasted but she wanted it gone from her mouth in case he wanted to kiss her, which he sometimes did after.

But not tonight.

She perched on the edge of his desk and fixed her lipstick.

“That looks like a decent roll you have there,” Brian had picked up the bourbon and was sipping it, he nodded towards her open handbag.

She snapped it closed, guiltily.

“Let me show you something Tiff,” Brian bought up a snippet of security video on his desktop computer screen.

It was the poker table she had worked tonight and the camera was zoomed in on the board.

“There!” Brian pointed to an infinitesimal movement of her little finger just after she had turned the river card.

“You’re fired Tiff. There’s probably not enough evidence to give to the cops or the gaming commission but I know and you know that you and that mope Kurt Bentley played mister Singh,” Brian sighed.

“Ravi is making noises but everyone has him pegged as a sore loser. I know better of course,” Brian shutdown the video.

“You waited until after I gave you a blowjob before you fired me!” Tiffany was pragmatic, she wasn’t complaining, merely stating the obvious.

“Of course,” Brian smirked.

“Hand in your security pass on the way out, the security boys will see you off the premises,” Brian brought up a spreadsheet on the screen, he was done with her.

Tiffany had been thrown out of casinos before. Sometimes for shilling affluent highrollers and a couple of times for counting cards at the blackjack table but she had never been fired from a dealer job.

Two burly security guards accompanied her to the underground parking lot, which she thought was overkill, but at least they hadn’t created a spectacle by dragging her through the lobby and pushing her out the front door and making her wait indignantly for the valet to bring her car around.

She tossed her security pass at one of the guards and climbed into her red Dodge Viper, showing a lot of leg in the process. She kicked off her heels so she could use the pedals properly, you did not want your heels getting tangled in the pedals when you had a V10 engine with 640 horsepower under the hood.

Tiffany deliberately spun the wheels, leaving the two brawny men clouded in a miasma of burning rubber. She shot out of underground carpark with little regard for pedestrians or other traffic and replied to the cacophony of car horns with a raised finger out the driver’s side window.

She used the clicker to open the security door and parked her car under the condo building where she lived. She took the elevator to her one-bedroom apartment and locked the door behind her. The place was furnished Scandinavian style: simplistic, minimalistic and functional, featuring mostly grey and white furniture and fittings and polished blonde wooden floors. The odd rug and throw-pillow provided splashes of colour.

Tiffany tossed her heels on the couch, she did not want to damage her varnished Maple floors and more importantly her Christian Louboutin’s which had cost her over a grand from Neiman Marcus. She poured herself a generous gin and tonic from the small wet bar and looked seks hikayeleri out the window to views of Lake Tahoe.

She sipped her drink and considered her predicament. Money ran through her fingers like sand through an hourglass. Her condo was worth about three hundred grand with furnishings and fittings, her Viper was worth about one hundred and forty with depreciation. She had just made around a hundred grand from the Ravi Singh sting with Kurt Bentley but that was the only cash she had.

Tiffany had bought her condo when she worked for an LA pimp named Raffe Ignesman who also loaned her out to a pornography maker who owned Xavier Productions, a DVD and online porn distributor. Tiffany had to kick up a percentage of what she earned working as a high class hooker and porn actress to Raffe but she was still making a lot of money.

Some crazy tranny bitch named Sarah Carter had bought the whole thing crashing down. Something to do with trafficking young girls or some shit. Anyway Xavier Productions shut down, it was rumoured that Raffe Ignesman had been taken out by the Russian mob. Tiffany was left to fend for herself.

By the time that happened Tiffany had at least bought the condo and had a nice car and some money in the bank. She made enough working in casinos as a dealer and as a part-time call girl to pay her day-to-day expenses but she was now cash poor. The one hundred grand she had made tonight would be gone in a month. Tiffany had expensive tastes.

“I need a another job,” she said to herself as she stepped out onto the balcony and lit a cigarette.

No one was allowed to smoke in her condo and she herself only smoked when she drank or sometimes after sex.

She rolled down her stockings, and as Kurt had put a runner in one, she allowed them to slip through her fingers and float off with the breeze. The cool air on her bare legs felt good.

Her cell phone buzzed.

It was an alert from her website. Someone wanted to pay for her services.

Tiffany had been fucked once already tonight and had given Brian Madsen a blowjob that had turned out to be a waste of time and effort. Besides, it was way too late to go out on a date. But Tiffany charged two thousand dollars for a date and that was not to be sneezed at. Her website was password protected, the only people who had access to it were her current crop of clients. Potential new clients had to be recommended.

She kept her work as a card dealer and her work as a call girl separate from each other except for the very rare occasions she picked up a high roller at the casino. Her phone numbers and email addresses were unlisted, the only way prospective clients could contact her was through her website.

She opened the app on her phone and found she had one new message. She sat down on the lounge and tucked her feet under her. She reached for her tablet, it was easier than her phone when using her business app. The message was from a man named Stephen Bateman. He had references from two of her regular clients, one a high roller the other a wealthy entrepreneur. She tapped the thumbnails to enlarge his pictures.

Clients had to populate a profile on her website which included a recent face and full body picture and of course only she had access to the profiles. Tiffany wasn’t picky but she had standards.

Stephen Bateman looked to be in his fifties and he was handsome, very handsome. He had a mane of salt-and-pepper hair that had been stylishly coiffured, his features were chiselled and he had piecing blue eyes. She swiped to the body shot which he had taken of himself wearing only a pair of Speedos. He was tanned, fit, and didn’t have much body hair; it was likely he shaved or waxed. Unless he had stuffed a salami down his trunks he was also well endowed.

She read his profile. He was fifty-four and divorced. His occupation was listed as ‘other’ which was always interesting and he was looking for his first transsexual experience. His preference was to go for drinks and dinner somewhere public and see how things panned out from there. Her fee was guaranteed regardless of whether they consummated the evening or not.

Tiffany checked her Philippe Patek watch. It was nearly two in the morning but the little green button above Stephen Bateman’s profile icon glowed green which meant he was online. Her clients had to provide her with a phone number and email address, she knew the married guys kept discreet phones that they used only for liaisons such as this. Not that she cared that they were married, she made a living selling her ass so she couldn’t take anyone’s inventory.

She texted the number provided by mister Bateman.

‘You up? This is Tiffany.’

‘I’m looking at your pictures and videos. They have me up,’ he texted back immediately.

She smiled at the double entendre.

‘Too late to meet tonight of course. Tomorrow?’ she replied.

‘8pm the Grand Lake Hotel piano bar, ok?’

‘I’ll be there. Just click the link.’

The link she was referring to took the client to a payment page. Clients could use either a credit card or a secure online payment method such as PayPal to pay for her services. She didn’t care so long as they paid up front. She usually received a substantial cash tip from her clients too.

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The Wyrm’s Curse Chapter 7

Kara stood on the grassy bank of the Shein-Marivell River, bathed in the orange light of the setting sun as it filtered through the trees on the far side of the river. Loosening up a bit with the relative safety and solitude, she had removed her skirt of leather plates and the cotton binding she wore to restrain her breasts, leaving them with her pack back near her campfire. She still wore the rig of leather straps and sheathed knives over a loose linen blouse, the hem of which she had knotted above the waistline of snug green cotton tights.

Squinting in the light, Kara finished securing a whittled hook to the end of her plaited fishing line. When she was satisfied, she checked the little chunk of dead wood she had tied on further up the line as a makeshift bobber. Looping several feet of line loosely in her right hand, she retrieved her sapling rod with her left. After a few practice movements, she cast the line underhanded toward the center of the river.

A dragonfly, stalking other insects over the water’s surface, veered away as the line struck nearby. The bit of wood did it’s intended job, and Kara watched as it drifted with the gentle current. The slack excess of her line played out and straightened somewhat as the bobber was drawn to the faintly rippling center-line of the river. It stopped drifting at the extent of the line some thirty feet downstream. Kara stood and watched the constant, slight shifting of the bit of wood on the rippling surface as the sun sank and the light faded from orange to reddish-purple. Aside from the occasional biting fly, it was peaceful.

Thus far, the whole trek North from Tollenville had been blessedly peaceful. Kara had stuck mostly to the strip of land between the riverbank and the well-trafficked River Road that ran North and South parallel to the river. On her second day walking she had stopped briefly in one of the little fishing villages that dotted the banks all along the Shein-Marivell. In a flash of foresight, she had purchased a small clay jug of pickled eggs and a cured ham. One could usually obtain fish at any such village, but in some stretches fish was about the only meat you could get.

The nights she slept out of doors, though. The first night she had laid up in a narrow gully, nestled down on almost dry mud amidst clumps of cattails. After leaving the fishing village on the second day she had crossed a series of low hills. Coming upon a large willow halfway down one of the hills she decided to stop early and set up camp beneath its long drooping branches. And now her third day of trekking was drawing to a close.

And as the light grew steadily dimmer and all color drained away, Kara despaired of catching anything. She’d be in the dark momentarily, and employing her heat vision wouldn’t help overmuch with fishing. It wasn’t as if she actually needed to catch anything. If she did, she could supplement the supplies she had, and avoid paying at a village for what was swimming around right there in the river. Mainly, though, she had decided to try her hand at fishing as a diversion from sitting around watching her little campfire burn down.

Oh well. There were worse ways to waste an hour. She’d just have a bit of-

The line sprung taut. The sapling was almost wrenched from her hands. Tightening her grip, Kara jerked the rod hard in the opposite direction. The green wood bowed under high tension, and there came a bizarre warbling sound that registered near the high end of what Kara’s ears could discern.

Then the tension slacked off, and then a bit more. The makeshift bobber still hadn’t returned to the surface, though. Thinking that her catch had gone to ground near the bank where she stood, Kara took a knee, setting her rod aside to pull the line in by hand. Before she could bring in all the slack, her catch rose to meet her.

Just an arm’s reach from where she knelt, a bulge formed in the water’s surface and grew. A figure quickly slid up into view, deceptively quiet until it had risen far enough for water to cascade down from it to splash and patter on the surface. Kara jolted back in surprise, trying to back up before fully gaining her feet. She flailed her arms ineffectually, and landed, with a grunt, on her ass. Cursing herself mentally, she reached for the handles of two of her knives and was reminded that her left hand was coiled with the plaited fishing line. Settling for drawing with her right hand and grasping one end of the fishing rod in her left, she looked up to regard the glistening figure.

It was hard to make out detail in the dark, but it looked as though a Bahis Sitesi small woman had risen and was now standing on the surface of the river. She was small in the sense of being a bit more than four feet tall, though displaying more or less normal proportions. Proportions which, unobscured by any form of clothing, accounted for the impression of a well-developed female. There was something odd about, among other things, the little woman’s hair. It was greenish, long, thick, and, Kara realized momentarily, unmatted by the water that now dripped from it.

From her appearance and her ability to stand, bobbing faintly, on the surface of a river, Kara developed a certain suspicion regarding the dripping figure. Confirmation was not long in coming. As she watched, a yellowish-green glow began to grow, as if from within the little woman. Like the bio-luminescence of a lightning bug, the glow suffused every bit of her save her hair, the intensity slowly pulsing, but never fully going dark again. Awed by the display, Kara forgot herself for a few moments, despite her natural wariness.

The woman’s full, glowing lips parted and moved, and the sounds that issued forth were a strange, almost melodic variation of the burbling, chuckling, coursing sounds of a brook or shallow stream. Kara’s brain was somehow already following the words when she realized they were there, seamlessly worked into the aqueous oration.

“Why have you hooked me?”

Aside from the watery sounds, she spoke an oddly accented Elvish.

“I didn’t… I mean-“

Shifting, the woman presented her right shoulder, from which one end of a whittled hook protruded, trailing plaited line back to Kara’s hand. Holding up her opposite hand, the woman gave a little wave with the piece of dead wood which had served as a bobber, before using it to give the line a tug. Kara saw the line straighten and felt the tug on her left hand where the line was coiled. The glowing woman gave her an expectant, faintly contemptuous look.

“It is attached to you, half-breed.”

The racial bit reminded Kara of the Wyrm, Copper, which annoyed her.

“I was trying to catch fish. To eat. How was I supposed to know there was a Fey-kin glowworm in the river?” her voice held an edge of anger.

Without replying, the little woman walked toward her. It sounded as if her bare feet were treading on smooth, wet stone. Still dripping here and there, she stepped up onto the bank to stand looking down at Kara.

“You want to eat my fish?”

“I… I mean, a girl’s got to eat and… I didn’t know they were your fish?” Kara offered uncertainly.

“I jest with you,” the glowing beauty smiled, “Eagles eat the fish. And otters. Sometimes bears. Why not girl with hook?”

“Uh, right.” Kara sheathed the knife she had drawn and began working the coiled line from her left hand, not taking her eyes from the luminescent lass.

“But I am not a fish.” the smile fell from her glowing lips.

“No,” Kara agreed, “You’re not a fish. You’re… are you a water nymph?”

There were stories. Wood nymphs were supposed to be so beautiful — owing partly to their inherent Fey magic — that simply to behold one would drive a man mad with lust. Or love. Desire, at any rate. The stories were unclear as to whether or not this effect held true with women.

Stories of water nymphs were less consistent. Some said their voices were bewitching, like a siren’s song. Others claimed they were as beautiful as wood nymphs, but their smiles hid teeth like a shark’s, and they hungered for mortal flesh. Some even claimed they absorbed moonlight, and then glowed like the moon themselves in order to lure in prey. As with most tales of Fey and Fey-kin, nobody really seemed to know for sure. With water nymphs particularly, it seemed you could track every story back to a tavern hosting drunken sailors or fishermen.

“I think humans call us this. But we are not nymphs. We are Haghlag-Noth.” Strange, watery, guttural sounds — which a normal humanoid throat would never produce — were an integral part of the pronunciation of the term.

Kara’s eyebrows rose. She nodded slowly.

“Uh, right. Do you have a name?” she asked.

“A man visited me often for a time, many seasons ago. He chose to call me Absinthe.” the Fey-kin replied after some thought.

Kara cleared her throat to quell an urge to either laugh or groan.

“Uh, that’s a bit, er, odd sounding to my ear,” she fibbed in an attempt at tact. Assumably, the water Fey wasn’t aware of the inspiration for her once nickname. “What about… Anise?”

“As you please,” she stepped forward as she spoke, unceremoniously lowering herself to sit straddling Kara’s lap, “But there is still the matter of your hook.”

Kara sat, speechless, gazing down into Anise’s glowing face. She would’ve expected the water Fey to be cold to the touch, not to mention wet, having emerged from the river. Rather, it seemed the water had all coursed off of the smoothly curved body, with only a scattering of droplets Bahis Siteleri raining from the mass of hair. And as the full curves of that body settled against Kara with only her thin cotton tights between, she felt a surprising warmth.

“I could remove-” Kara began.

She stopped when Anise began to tip her face down, her brow furrowing. Anise sat very still for a moment, as if listening for something, before looking up at Kara again.

“There’s magic on you,” too fast for the mercenary to react, a glowing hand shot up to press gently against her exposed throat, “A curse?”

Yet again Kara found herself speechless. She resisted an urge to remove the little hand from her throat, wondering distantly if she would be able to, should she try. If unnatural strength were among the magical traits of water nymphs. Fey in general had a reputation for being capricious and sometimes disproportionately vindictive over matters of principle. Laying waste to entire crops in answer to the felling of a single tree or leading beguiled trespassers into treacherous bogs to drown. Anise, thus far, had shown no real hostility, despite the hooking. Kara thought it prudent to keep it that way.

“Yes. A curse.”

Could Anise sense anything more specific, Kara wondered. Would she know the exact, intimate nature of the curse’s effects?

“Oh,” the glowing features brightened, figuratively, “let me taste it.”

She might have been talking about a cream-laden confection or honey sweetened coffee, to judge by the enthusiastic curiosity in her voice.

Again Kara forbore acting on reflex when Anise rose on her knees, moving her hand aside to press her open mouth to Kara’s throat. Her tongue was moist and hot. With some effort Kara continued to restrain herself, though it was no longer exactly reflex that she was resisting. The warm, curvaceous body pressed to hers brought up vivid memories of the recent time spent with Miri and her adorable librarian friend.

Realizing she had begun to let her eyelids droop, Kara blinked as Anise drew back from her neck. Playing the effete connoisseur, the little woman slowly licked her lips while reseating herself and wiggling her pert backside to get comfortable in Kara’s lap. She then puckered her lips thoughtfully.

“Not demonic. And… not the work of a djinn, I think. But powerful. Intricate. Did you insult a demi-god?” Anise regarded her curiously.

Kara raised both eyebrows, then rolled her eyes. There were the first faint twinges of sensations which heralded a by-now familiar change. She was fairly certain none of the flowers on her list represented a glowing, aquatic, half-pint nudist. Hoping to appease her new acquaintance’s curiosity quickly and then politely get rid of her, Kara spoke very succinctly.

“I insulted a dragon.”

She garnered a very small satisfaction, seeing Anise at a loss for words this time. Unfortunately, the effect lasted only a moment.

“Truly? What sort of dragon was it? And what does the curse do? Wait, I want to remember dragon. Let me have another taste.”

Before Anise could lean in to sample the abiding dragon magic via Kara’s sensitive skin, the half elf took hold of her upper arms.

She was surprised when the Fey-kin shied to one side. Then she realized that she had gripped just below where her hook was still embedded.

“Ah. Let me get that out.” Kara suggested.

“Oh, that.” Anise seemed to have forgotten all about the hook.

Reaching across, she grasped the butt of the hook in dainty glowing fingers and unceremoniously twisted it back out of her arm. She tossed the hook and trailing line away and turned her attention back to Kara, seemingly unphased. Kara winced, then craned her neck to examine the little puncture wound. As she watched, a single fat drop of thick, amber colored fluid welled up, burgeoned, and began to slowly run down the arm.

Without thinking, Kara reached a hand up to wipe away the trail of what was, she assumed, whatever served water nymphs as blood.

“Don’t-” Anise flinched back, too late.

Kara looked from Anise’s pained expression to her hand. Yellowish-green light gleamed on the syrupy, resin-colored blood smeared on the inside of two of her fingers. And even as she wondered why the Fey-kin had reacted so, she began to feel the answer. Without Anise explaining, she understood. The erroneously named water nymphs might not drive men mad on sight, nor even properly be nymphs, but they did harbor certain aphrodisiac qualities on the inside. If nowhere else, then in the blood. Definitely in the blood.

Anise gave Kara a marginally repentant look.

“I suppose that was thoughtless of me.” she offered.

“Oh, no…” Kara mumbled.

The faint twinges Kara had felt earlier returned, rapidly becoming more intense. She shifted uncomfortably, rolled her hips back. Planning to move Anise bodily off of her, an apology on the tip of her tongue, Kara shuddered, knowing she was too late. There was pressure low in her belly, a sense of release, Canlı Bahis Sitesi and then she felt a thick, throbbing six or seven inches of sensation she hadn’t had a moment before.

Despite having shifted her hips back, her curse-induced magical manhood had grown forth in such a way that the head was wedged firmly between thighs — her right and Anise’s left. And if there had been any doubt, she could see on the little woman’s face that she could feel it.

Anise looked down at their laps, then back up at Kara.

“Do you have a tail?”

“What?” Kara threw her hands out at her sides in exasperation, “Of course not! Besides, tails grow in the back…”

“I thought perhaps it was to do with the curse. Are you feeling at all unusual? Haghlag-Noth aren’t nymphs, but we do have a certain magical quality which…”

The warm, soft, enticing… that is, Anise, continued explaining, but Kara found it impossible to concentrate on her words. She wanted to put her hands on the little beauty, to feel her breasts, her hips, her ass. She wanted to return the favor of tasting, starting with her mouth before moving on to every other luscious part of her. And she definitely wanted to fuck her.

Kara tried to remind herself that this wasn’t her. It was the blood. Or mostly the blood, at least. And this wasn’t something you did. This was exactly the sort of thing that happened in stories, and it never ended well for the mortals involved. She already had one curse, for pity’s sake.

Trying all too hard to resist the overwhelming urges welling up inside, and to ignore her raging erection, had the opposite of the intended effect. She groaned when she inadvertently tensed in a way she normally wasn’t capable of. Twitching in a vain attempt to stand to attention, her cock pressed back against Anise’s thigh for a moment.

Curious, Anise slid back on her haunches. No sooner had she moved than Kara’s unseen pole rose to pitch a tent in the front of her leggings. Kara was gripped by warring urges; one to try to hide the bulge with her hands, and the other to rip her leggings away and try to satisfy her tremendous lust one way or another. Instead she again grabbed the other woman by the arms. Anise’s eyes were glued to Kara’s lap, but she blinked and looked up when Kara spoke.

“It’s the curse. And your blood. I can’t… you’ve gotta go, unless you want-” Kara practically panted.

“I did want another taste of that curse.” Anise interrupted, breaking into a grin.

She slipped her little digits between Kara’s tummy and her leggings without waiting for a reply. Pulling out and down, she slid the edge of the leggings down until it wedged snugly halfway down Kara’s shaft. The portion made visible, already almost painfully engorged, seemed to swell just a bit more in response. Hearing Kara moan pitiably, Anise licked her lips, grasped the half elf’s cock just below the head with one little hand, and ducked her head.

Flattening her nose against Kara, she lapped wetly at the underside, before taking Kara into her mouth. Almost immediately Kara felt herself nearing the edge. The Fey-kin’s lips and tongue were warm, snug, and amazingly soft. Doubtless it was partly due to the aphrodisiac blood, but in the moment, it seemed the most pleasurable thing the half elf had ever felt.

Without actually attaining the level of a thought, an impulse owed to common decency surfaced in Kara’s lust-drunk mind. She should warn the glow-worm that she was gonna cum. Especially since she was going to go off so quickly. Another good reason for a warning — the inhumanly vast quantities she had produced during some of her previous ejaculations — didn’t even occur to her.

“Wait, can’t- Oh Gods-” Kara moaned, pressing her hands to the great mass of greenish locks slowly bobbing above her lap.

And just when she was sure she would explode, her not-a-nymph partner stopped. As she peered down to watch Anise tip her head back, Kara was sure she would cum anyway. The muscles across her tummy, and elsewhere, twitched and tensed, and she was so close. But she rode the edge, and watched breathlessly as a stream of pre-cum welled up and ran, only to be caught on Anise’s nimble tongue.

She’ll follow that back to the source with her tongue and close her lips over me, and that’ll be it and oh, but I might lose my mind when I cum, Kara thought. But that didn’t happen either. Anise withdrew her tongue after catching the first dribble of fluid. She closed her mouth and savored her reward for a moment before looking up at Kara.

“Good. Now lay back.”

When Kara looked poised to open the topic for discussion, the Fey-kin threw herself forward, rising to surprise the half-elf with a kiss even while baring her to the ground.

Kara gave a little grunt as she thumped down on her back. Somehow Anise managed to maintain the kiss without smashing their faces together. After a moment to recover from the sudden forced-reclining, Kara noted that the things that made Anise’s mouth so nice for oral sex, pretty much all applied to kissing as well. As Kara let her eyelids slide shut, she felt the Fey-kin settle down against her. Her full breasts pressed between them, Anise caressed up the sides of Kara’s neck, to spread her perfect little fingers along the backs of the half-elf’s ears.

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The minute she walked into the crowded club, she felt his presence. She was very nervous about being here, having never been willing to act upon her submissive nature before. In a moment of pure spontaneity she had agreed to come to this club, where dominant men find submissive women. And here she was, unsure of what to do.

She had met him online a couple of months ago. They had never exchanged personal information. She didn’t even know his name. She had seen a picture of him. He had seen one of her also. When he suggested they meet, she reluctantly accepted, not wanting to drive him away.

He noticed her as soon as she walked in. She was short, probably only 5’4″ or so. She had very long wavy blonde hair that ended only inches away from her shapely little ass. She had beautiful cleavage. She was nervous, he observed. Very nervous. He smiled, sensing how new she was to the whole experience. He strides over to her. She felt like she was being watched, and was slightly uncomfortable. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and because she was so tense, she jumped. He ran his hands down her arms and back up slowly, giving her shoulders a little squeeze. “Hello, pet.” He says quietly into her ear, so that she can feel his warm breath against her neck. She shivers.

“Hi.” She barely gets the words out, she’s so nervous.

“Will you come with me, little one? I would like to take you back to my home and make you a very happy woman.” He whispered. She panicked for a moment, then relaxed, remembering how badly she had always wanted this.

“Yes, please. But I’m so inexperienced.” He squeezed her shoulders again.

“The perfect sub is trained by her Master and is tailored to fit His needs. You are a blank slate, pet, and I am lucky enough to choose what goes into your pages. Come.” And with that, he turned and left, knowing she’d eagerly follow. She did, and climbing into his car, took a few calming deep breaths.

The drive to his home was short and on the way she took in the sight of him. He was tall, at least 6 feet. He’s well built, and very muscled. His skin is a gorgeous deep brown, and his eyes are a light hazel. The contrast is stunning. He glances over, making her aware of how rudely she is staring. She blushes and immediately turns away. He reaches over and grabs her chin, pulling her eyes back to his.

“You may look at me, pet.” He says softly, and she gives him a small smile. A thought crosses her mind and before she can filter it, she says it.

“What is your name?” He tightens his grasp on her chin. She shrinks back, unsure of his reaction.

“My pet, you will never call me by my name. I will tell you, but if it ever crosses your lips unless directly ordered by me, you will be severely punished. Am I understood?”

“Yes.” Her voice is almost inaudible.

“Very good. My name is Damion. Never will you use my name unless I instruct you to do so. Now, pet. What is your name?” She sighs, relieved that he was not angry with her, chiding herself for not thinking.

“Cara. What should I call you?” He releases her chin.

“You will address me as Master or Sir.” He smiles. Her nervousness returns. The fear of disappointing him or forgetting his instructions scares her. She begins to talk fast.

“I’ve never done this. I’ve never been submissive. I know that’s what I am, but I’ve never been with a Dom. My only sexual experiences are just normal sex.”

“That’s ok. What are your limits?” She frowns.

“I don’t know. I suppose we’ll find out as they come up.”

“How about humiliation, names, degradation, things like that?”

“I don’t mind it. I kind of like it.” She says shyly.

“Good. Don’t look embarrassed. This is nothing to be embarrassed about. We are both adults, and this is our lifestyle. You will never feel shame for what you are to me, is that understood, pet?” He says softly. She nods, feeling silly for being embarrassed. She is surprised at how easily this man is controlling her emotions. Mmmm, control. That’s what she’s always wanted in a lover and now she has it. He pulls her out of her thoughts. “We’re here, pet. Come inside.” She follows him inside. Just before they get to the door, he stops and turns to her.

“When you walk inside of this door, you are mine. You will do as I say when I say it and if you do not, you will be punished. The safe word is red. If you ever say the safe word, I will immediately stop what I am doing, release you from any bonds, and take you into the bathroom to clean you off and we will discuss why you needed to say the safe word. I will jojobet push your limits and sometimes I will take you too far. You can always stop me, but I expect you to take as much as you can. I will be very rough with you and it will take getting used to. In return, I will protect you and love you more than you’ve ever been loved before. Am I clear?” She swallowed and closed her eyes. After a moment, she nodded and they entered the house. He took her purse from her and went to the kitchen, pouring them both a glass of wine. He led her into an expansive living room and directed her onto the sofa.

“Do you have a name you would like to be called, pet?” She thought for a moment.

“No. That’s up to you, Sir.” She smiled, proud of herself for remembering his title. Another question pops into her head.

“What are your rules, Master?”

“You will do as I say when I say it. Any hesitation or disobedience will lead to punishment. You will not look me directly in the eye. You will wear only the clothing that I approve. You will cook for me, clean for me, and be prepared to please me at a moment’s notice. You will never cum without permission.”

“Ok.”

“Good. Now, set your glass down and turn around.”

“Mmmm, very nice.” He slaps her ass hard, surprising her.

“Every time you speak to me, you will address me as Master or Sir. Do I make myself perfectly clear?” She closes her eyes tightly and swears at herself.

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry I forgot, Master. Please be patient with me. I want so badly to learn to please you.”

“Very good, slut. I will be patient with you, but you will learn the rules. Now, are you ready?”

“Yes, Master.” He grabbed her hips lightly and turned her around until she was facing him.

“Mmmm good. Take your shirt and skirt off.” She hesitates.

“Now, slave. Don’t make me wait.” She hurriedly completes her task and stands before him.

“Now get on all fours like an animal and crawl your slutty little ass over to me.” She drops down to all fours and slowly crawls over to him.

“I want you to kneel in front of me.” She raised up onto her knees.

“Do you want my dick, bitch?” He caught her by surprise and she hesitated.

“Do you?” He asked sharply.

“Yes, Master.” He smiled down at her.

“I knew you would, whore. Unzip my pants.”

“Yes, Master.” She quickly unzips his pants.

“Good girl. Now take my boxers off with your teeth. Slowly.” She leaned forward and took his waistband in her mouth, gently pulling on it until they came down off of his hips. She gasped as his hard cock came into full view. He grabbed his cock in his hand and began to slowly stroke it back and forth. Much to her surprise, his dick grow larger.

“You want this, pet?”

“Yes, Master. Very much.”

“Good. Little whores like you love dick. Does my pretty little whore want to suck on it?”

“Would that please you, Master?” She looked up, but remembered the rules just before making eye contact with him, swiftly glancing downward again. He smiled and ran his fingers along her jawline.

“Such a good girl. Yes, it would please me.” He moved so that his cock was right next to her mouth. She licked her lips and took Master’s cock into her mouth, slowly moving up and down on him.

“Very good, my little bitch slut.” He placed his hand on the top of her head. She continued and took him as far as he could go, trying not to gag. This displeased him.

“Choke on it, pet.” He grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her down until her nose touched his skin. She gagged, but didn’t dare pull away.

“Take it.” He began to fuck her face, thrusting in and out of her mouth. She stayed still, eagerly letting him fuck her face. He pulled out briefly for her to get air.

“Good, pet. Do you like it when your Master fucks your face, bitch?”

“Yes, Master. Have I pleased you, Master?”

“Not yet, bitch. Keep sucking, then we will see if you have pleased me.”

“Mmmm, fuck yes. Take me into your hand, pet.” She moved until her mouth was only around the tip and took him in her hand, moving up and down, while swirling her tongue around him.

“Do you like touching my dick, whore? Do you like sucking it?” He pulled her head back for her response.

“Yes, Master.”

“Now let’s try something else out. Stand up.” She obediently and quickly stood.

“I want you to remove your bra and panties. Very slowly, pet.” She reached behind her back, unclasping her bra and pulling the strap from her shoulders, revealing jojobet Giriş her breasts and letting the bra fall to the floor. Then she hooked her thumbs into the waistline of her panties and slowly inched them down her hips to pool at her feet. He looked her body up and down and licked his lips.

“I am going to fuck you so hard that you will beg for it never to end.” Excitement stirred in her stomach.

“Go to the bedroom and lay down on your stomach.” She obeyed him immediately quickly heading down the hallway, pausing only for him to show her which room.

“Do you want me to fuck your ass, bitch?” His question surprised her, but she answered without hesitating.

“Yes, Master.” He walked up behind her and climbed onto the bed, straddling her from behind.

“You have a nice ass, pet.”

“Thank you, Master.” He spanked her a few times.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass, pet?”

“No, Master.”

“Good, this might hurt a bit.” And with that, he spread her ass wide and plunged inside of her, completely filling her. She yelped and bit her lip, the pain bringing her to the point of passing out. She felt blood on her tongue as she realized her lip was now bleeding.

“Does that feel good, whore? Do you like to be fucked in the ass?” He grabbed her hips and rocked back and forth, showing no mercy.

“Yes, Master. But it hurts.”

“I don’t fucking care if it hurts, pet. This is for my pleasure.” He began to slam into her harder. She whimpered and tried to relax her muscles, wanting to please him. Tears stung her eyes as the pain continued.

“Are you crying?” He reached forward and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back to see her face.

“Good. This will soon become pleasure, my little slut.” He took his free hand and began to fondle her breasts, getting deeper from leaning forward. She relaxed and slowly the pain began to dissipate and pleasure crept in.

“Does this feel good, pet?” He growled into her ear, grinding his hips against her ass, increasing her pleasure. He slowed down, not wanting to cum too soon, and she became very sensitive, each thrust doubling her pleasure until she was quivering underneath him.

“Master, can your slut cum, please?”

“Hell no! You will cum when I give you permission, you ungrateful bitch.” But she was already lost to her orgasm. She trembled terribly, trying to control herself, but it was no use. He quickly pulled out of her and stepped back. Tears stung her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Master. I’m so sorry.” She stayed where he left her, shaking slightly from her receding orgasm and from her newfound fear.

“You have angered me, pet. You will be punished as I see fit. Am I understood?” He spoke very quietly and very controlled. She nodded. He walked over to the nightstand and began pulling things out of the top drawer.

“Onto your back, slut.” She quickly moved onto her back. She muttered apologies while he waited for her to get settled.

“It’s too late for sorry, pet. You need to be punished. Now, give me your hands.” He took each of her wrists and handcuffed them to each of the bedposts. He went back to the nightstand and came back, something she couldn’t quite see in his hands. He motioned for her to give him her ankles. She quickly obeyed. He proceeded to knot the end of two pieces of rope to her ankles and threw the rope over the wooden slab connecting the tops of the bedposts. He yanked and her legs and waist were pulled up suddenly. Only the top of her back and up was still on the bed. Her ass was about 2 feet about the bed and her legs were hoisted higher and secured tightly. He gave her a few moments to adjust to the new position. He walked around the front of the bed and suddenly the world went dark. He had blindfolded her. A small part of her panicked, but mostly she enjoyed the darkness because she could no longer see how angry he was. She lay there thinking about how she would redeem herself. She had barely registered the swoosh sound when she felt excruciating pain across both her nipples. She screamed loudly and was rewarded with a ball gag roughly shoved into her mouth. Tears slid down her cheeks as her nipples began to throb painfully.

“Since you cannot speak, pet, I will count for you, however, in the future, when you are punished, you will count every stroke and thank me for each one. But since this is your first punishment, I believe you’ll be too loud. When I am done, I will remove the gag and you may thank me. Do not forget to thank me or you will receive worse punishment.” Another terribly jojobet Güncel Giriş painful smack landed at the tops of her thighs. She screamed into the gag.

“One, slut.” Another smack across her stomach.

“Two, slut.” The cane rained down on her three more terribly painful times. By the time he had finished, her throat was sore from screaming and her eyes burned from her tears. Red welts were beginning to form where he had struck her. He came up and gently removed the gag from her, massaging her cheeks where the cold leather had held it into place. He patted her cheek lightly and she quickly remembered her instructions.

“Thank you, Master, for your correction. Please forgive your slut. She is so sorry, Sir. I’m so sorry.” She began to cry again, not from the pain, but for disappointing him. He kissed her lightly on the cheek.

“You took your punishment so well, my sweet pet. For that you will be rewarded, my love.” She sighed, so glad to have pleased him. He removed her blindfold and moved to the end of the bed, untying her legs from their high perch and securing her ankles to the bottom of the bedposts so that she was lying flat again. When he was finished, he climbed onto the bed and straddled her stomach. He began to run his hand over her breasts and shoulders. She moaned and arched her back to meet his hands. He looked at her lovingly.

“Would you like for me to kiss you, my sweet pet?”

“Oh, yes, Master, please.” He leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. She moaned into his mouth, making him deepen their kiss and bit her lip aggressively. His hand made its way down to her pussy. She moaned as he slipped his index finger and middle finger into her.

“Oh, I see. Excited are we, pet?” He slowly moved his fingers back and forth, feeling her muscles clenched around him.

“Yes, Master. I want you badly, Sir.” She pushed against his hand, wanting to feel him deeper. He laughed softly and kissed her again, nibbling at her lips and catching her tongue.

“Shall I kiss another pair of lips for you, pet?” She moaned again and nodded yes, her mouth too dry for words. He smiled and slowly moved down her body, planting kisses along the way. He came to her pussy and licked slowly, causing her to buck her hips. He pinched her thigh, and she went still again. He continued to lick her, feeling her body begin to quiver in response. She moaned again and clenched her fists, pulling against her restraints. Her breathing increased and she tightened the muscles in her thighs.

“Please, Master. I’m afraid I’ll cum…” He slowed to a stop, giving her a break to relax.

“Thank you, Master. I don’t want to disobey you again, Sir.” He smiled at her and crawled back up to kiss her.

“Very good, pet. I’m pleased with you.” She smiled and he kissed her again.

“Do you feel deserving of a reward, pet?” Her brow furrowed as she felt this was a trick question. She thought for a few minutes then answered quietly.

“If it pleases you, Master, your slave would love a reward.” He beamed a smile at her and she smiled back, very happy with her answer. He straddled her body again and pressed the tip of his cock against her. She squirmed and tried to push her hips into him. He smiled and spanked her, stilling her. He entered her quickly, her wetness allowing him to go all the way in one thrust. She gasped and he began to move slowly back and forth, not wanting the scene to end too quickly. After what seemed to her like hours, he began to speed up. She pulled desperately against her restraints, repeating in her head his order not to cum without permission. He moaned and reached down to grab her by the hair, fucking her hard and fast now.

“Please, Master. Cum for me, Sir!” He quickened his pace and clenched his muscles.

“Cum for me, my little slut.” She needed no further encouragement. Her body shook as her orgasm rocked through her. He came shortly after, moaning loudly into her ear as another wave of orgasm hit her. She screamed, pulling hard against the restraints. After a few moments, their bodies relaxed, and he moved to her side, undoing the restraints on her wrists. He slowly got up and undid the ones on her ankles also. He went to the nightstand and got some soothing lotion. He rubbed her wrists and ankles where the marks from the cuffs were. Then he rubbed it into the welts the cane had left on her. He returned to her side and pulled her close to him, her head resting against his chest.

“How do you feel, pet?” He kissed her forehead and smoothed her hair away from her eyes.

“I feel amazing, Master. It was delicious.”

“You did very well, my sweet slave. I think you’ll be very happy here, Cara.” He smiled down and at her. She smiled back, cuddled closer to him and closed her eyes.

“I’ll be happy wherever you are, Master.”

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