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This is a story about an adventure that I thought up of early on when my wife first started fucking my frineds and doing orn videos. I thought that these would be a great opportunity since we were soon moving from this neighberhood to a new home that we had purchased.

At about 11:30 a.m. Tracy and I went out in the backyard to sunbathe. Our patio is fairly secluded. As we lay there I reached over and began rubbing suntan oil on her back. I slipped the straps of her bathing suit off and worked my way down her back. I then moved to her legs and then up to her ass. I pealed down the bottom of her suit, exposing the globes of her rear. I continued the massage the oil into her body, letting a few drops go down the cleft of her ass. I rubbed it into her and moved my hand between her legs, rubbing the lips of her pussy. She then began to moan. I continued to massage her entire backside, lingering on her ass and cunt at times.

After about 20 minutes I had her roll over onto her back. She quickly pulled her suit up over her breasts and pussy. She looked around to see if any neighbors were watching. None were. In the past we had put on several intense shows for them.

I then began massaging the fronts of her legs. I moved slowly higher and higher until I came to the juncture of her legs. I then moved to her arms. I slowly moved down her chest and slowly creeping back her suit I exposed her breasts to the open air. She quickly glanced around again for some neighborly voyeur but none was to be seen. I rub a fair quantity of oil into her ample breasts while she enjoyed the warmth of the sun. I pulled her suit down further displaying her neatly trimmed mound. I slipped her one-piece suit completely off, baring her fully nude to the sun. I continued working the oil into her skin.

I then reached for a bottle of sexual lubricant and dripped a stream down over the lips of her vagina. She turned her head to the side and relaxed with a moan. While working one hand over her stomach and huge tits, I began to lightly work the lubricant into her pussy lips. To this, she responded with more whimpers. I was getting very hard by this point. So I reached down and removed my bathing suit, letting my hardening cock bounce free against her side. I moved between her legs and lowered my body against hers. I rubbed my entire body up and down hers, using my hard dick as a third hand. I let it especially linger against her clitoris. Slowly, I slid the head of my cock into the folds of her cunt. She responded by moaning and spreading her legs further. She was so wet from excitement and the lubricant that my dick slid all the way in up to the hilt. I rocked back and forth, feeling the sensation around the shaft.

I had another plan in mind so I slipped out of her and just lay there in the sun next to her. Soon, I checked my watch and told her I had to run to work but that she could stay out here and sunbathe.

I knew she was incredibly turned on, but that was part of my plan. I went inside and dressed for work. I came out and told her good-bye. I then drove up the street to where a neighbor was having a patio put in.

The five workers were just finishing and packing up their tools when I approached. I told them that there was a woman who lays out naked in her backyard down the street and often services men when her husband wasn’t home. I told them the address of my house and drove away.

I watched in the rear view mirror as I saw them huddle and look down the street. They suddenly quickened their pace and threw their shovels and wheelbarrows hastily into their truck.

I quickly drove around the block and watched them approach and park in front of my house. They quietly got out and started to walk around to my gate.

I left my car and snuck around the other way and into the house. Through our sliding glass door I could see my wife laying on the patio on her stomach. Through a side window I could see the men sneaking around the other way.

Looking back to my wife I saw her stir and roll onto her back. She looked around and slowly reached down and started to finger her unsatisfied pussy. She reached over and put some more lubricant on her hand and worked it into her lips.

I quickly ran upstairs and loaded up our video camera. I went and checked out a few of the upstairs windows for the best vantage point.

The men had quietly worked their way around the house and were silently taking turns peeking around the corner at my masturbating wife. I went back downstairs and peeked out the window, taking shots of her and her attentive audience. She was lost totally in her activity and didn’t notice the men. Some had removed their shirts.

At this point let me describe each of the men. Three were white. One, the supervisor, about 40 years old. The other two were about 30 and 21. One of the other guys was a latino with the stereotypical macho look-very muscular and tanned. The last man was black and about 6′-4″.

Slowly each of the men moved out from their seclusion and formed a circle around my wife. They bursa escort watched intently as she neared her peak. Soon she gave a low moan, tensed, flushed red and shook uncontrollably. She then laid back and relaxed. In a moment she slowly opened her eyes.

Shocked, she saw her audience gathered around. She let out a small scream and reached for her bathing suit.

The men approached and surrounded her as she fumbled with the suit, trying to find the openings. They knelt next to her enclosing her in their circle. All the while they were complimenting her on her performance.

It was obvious she was panicking, because she took a long time to even begin to get her suit on. In the meantime she kept pleading for them to leave, not paying much attention to their comments.

At this point I thought that maybe she was afraid of being alone. All the other times I was right there are within hearing distance when she was being fucked.

Soon one of the men reached out and stroked her arm. By this time her suit was almost back on and she started to stand up. The men stood around her not letting her leave the patio despite her appeals. By this time they each were rubbing some part of her body, her arms, legs, neck, or back. They stayed away from the more private areas.

Tracy tried to force her way out of the ring but doing so only brought her in contact with one or another of the men. They kept begging her to stay saying that they wouldn’t hurt her. That they only wanted to talk.

She looked around but could see no escape.

Again she push against one of the men but he only embraced her, rubbing his bare chest against her. After a few awkward moments one of the men embraced her from behind. Two others on each side of her each grabbed a leg. Together the three men laid her back on the patio.

She struggled trying to break free but this only caused the other two to each grasp an arm. They held her down as she struggled. After a few moments she tired a little and each man held a limb in one hand while stroking her legs, arms, or neck with the other.

The man at her head cradled her against his crotch as he sat cross-legged. She continued her verbal pleas but slowed her physical resistance. The men continued massaging her gently.

Despite her objections she began to relax and obviously enjoy the ministrations the five hands were giving her.

When she was fully relaxed they loosened their grips with their other hands and soon ten hands were caressing her. They passed around the bottle of oil and began to smooth it over areas of her exposed flesh. The man at her head began moving his strokes from her face and neck ever so slowly, millimeter by millimeter onto her upper chest.

At the same time the men working on her legs moved higher and higher up her thighs.

The men on her arms soon stroked their entire length pausing at the straps on her shoulders.

The large black man had her right arm, the latino her right leg, the supervisor her left leg and the two others her left arm and head. They kept their touching away from her private areas which helped her to relax further.

Soon they prodded her to roll over onto her stomach. She did this with a look of concern and curiosity. They continued to massage her legs, arms, and back. They worked the oil into her gently. She closed her eyes and moaned softly.

The men working her legs moved higher and higher and soon began stroking the exposed areas of the cheeks of her ass. Slowly they moved her suit aside little by little until more and more of her ass was exposed.

She looked back over her shoulder and tried to reach back to pull her suit out of her crack but her arms were gently restrained by the men working her upper body.

They were soon massaging her cheeks gently and sensuously. She again relaxed and closed her eyes.

The men working her upper body slowly pulled aside the straps of her suit so they could have unimpeded access to her shoulders. Again she tried to oppose the action but was gently stopped.

They pull her straps further and further down her arms until the top front of her bathing suit pressed against the ground stopped its progress. At this point they tugged a little harder until it began to slide down over her breasts which were against the pavement.

This caused her to move her arms up in an attempt to push herself up. This only caused her to loosen the pressure against her body and the bathing suit and allowed the men to pull it down clear to her waist, exposing her breasts against the patio.

She immediately dropped back to the ground, attempting to cover herself. She moaned a scared, almost crying response.

The men further reveal her back to the sun and had greater access to her entire back. Her suit now just barely covered her waist and down her crack. The men continued their massage now almost having full access to her entire backside. She soon again relaxed and slowly closed her eyes.

This continued for about another 15 minutes. They then gürsu escort prodded her to turn over onto her back. She reached down and brought her suit up over her breasts and began to turn over.

Once in a seated position she began to reinsert her arms into the straps of the suit but the men gently forced her back and pulled her arms away from the straps. She again moaned her disapproval.

She started to say something but realized it would be of no avail and lay back against the pavement. She had, however, recovered her breasts.

The men again began their sensuous massage. This time the men on her legs became a little more bold in their movements along her legs and up her thighs.

Occasionally they would bump up against her crotch and indirectly rub her cunt with the side of their hands as they rubbed her upper thighs. The men working her arms and upper chest became also more daring and reached more and more under her bathing suit top toward her breasts.

In doing so they pushed further and further aside the material of her bathing suit. Soon she relaxed and again slowly closed her eyes.

The man at her head lowered it to the ground, got up and disappeared around the side of the house. About one minute later he reappeared-naked. His cock slowly rising in a semi-erect state.

He approached quietly and tapped the black man on the shoulder. The naked man reached down and took the place of the black man who got up and also went around the corner of the house.

The naked man positioned himself so Tracy’s arm and hand were between his kneeling legs-her hand inches below his dangling balls.

The black man reappeared sporting a huge member, also semi-erect. He approached and tapped off the man on her other arm. The black man then place himself in a position similar to the man over her right arm. Each man took his turn disrobing around the corner.

Tracy was totally oblivious to this activity. All the while the men continued their boldness in exposing her breast and rubbing her crotch through her suit. It was obvious that despite her objections she was enjoying the attention.

By the time the men were all naked her suit had been pulled down almost to her waist and the men working her upper body had full access to her stomach and breasts. She was breathing deeply and her chest heaved slightly with each breath-a noticeable sign of excitement.

The supervisor, who was working her legs, reached up and moved aside the crotch over her suit. This caused my wife to open her eyes and try to reach toward her exposed cunt. This action only brought her in contact with two excited cocks. She looked left and right and all around and surveyed the situation.

Seeing all these men naked and in various states of excitement caused her to struggle more violently to escape. The men in turn held her tighter. She was not going to escape until they all had their way with her.

The supervisor grabbed the sides of her bathing suit and said, “O.K. Enough of the appetizers. Let’s get to the main course.”

With that he quickly jerked down the suit totally exposing her fully naked body. She tried to kick and squirm but to no avail. She moaned half crying. The supervisor then reached over to the sexual lubricant I had left behind and drooled a large amount down on her pubic hair and over onto her cunt lips.

He gently reached forward and rub in into her lips while two of the men held her legs apart. He rubbed her clitoris for a minute or two and then slowly worked his middle finger into her vagina.

“Boys, she doesn’t need any lubricant. She’s wetter than any I’ve ever felt.”

He reached down and stroked his own cock with lubricant back and forth until it stood totally erect.

He then told the other men to lift her up. Each man cradled a part of her body, controlling her squirming.

They brought her up to waist height. The supervisor then stepped forward between her legs and rubbed his cock up and down her moist slit.

She begged him not to fuck her but her pleas were not even heard. The supervisoer asked the men at her upper body to lift her head so she could see his cock parting her lips.

Slowly he began to insert just the tip a little bit at a time into her vagina. Moving back and forth he lingeringly entered her. After a few minutes of this teasing he was fully inserted.

The other men began to rock her back and forth on his turgid cock. He commented on how great it felt. Tracy looked down between her legs watching intently. She appeared as if she didn’t know whether to enjoy it or to fight back. She slowly began to respond.

The supervisor moved her legs up over his shoulders until her knees were locked up over them. He signaled the others to lowered her to the ground.

Once back on the ground he began his own rhythm-back and forth-slowly and deliberately. She braced herself against the ground still fighting slightly.

Two men at her side, the black man and another placed their cocks into her orhangazi escort outstretched hands. At first she tried to pull away but then they kept forcing her to make contact. Deftly they worked their cocks into her palms. At first she didn’t respond but soon she tightened her gripped slightly. She turned her head to the side relaxed and closed her eyes. The supervisor still worked away between her legs.

Shortly one of the men suggested that she be fully pleasured first. He recommended he make her come first. The supervisor withdrew and the man who made the suggestion dropped between her limp thighs.

He began to vigorously lick her cunt, especially her clitoris. After about a minute she began to respond. First she moaned and then gripped the two cocks tighter and began to stroke them almost subconsciously. The man between her legs carried on his motions. Tracy soon began bucking and stroking the cocks faster and harder.

The man licking her inserted two fingers inside and continued his tongue thrashes harder and faster. After about five or six minutes she tensed and moaned a deep guttural sound as her cunt began to pulsate rhythmically. She relaxed and turned her head to the side-stopping all movement.

The action stopped for a few minutes as she rested and then the supervisor resumed his position between her legs and slowly reinserted his tool.

This time Tracy laid back and relaxed. Soon she even began to respond to his movements. She resumed her tight grip on the two cocks in her hand and slowly began to pump them again. This again triggered the hardening process.

The supervisor pump harder and faster and soon was obviously well on his way. He reached down and locked Tracy’s knees in his arms and pulled her legs up over her shoulders-allowing total deep penetration. She moaned and bucked in response. Soon he rose up on his arms groaned and tensed the muscles of his legs and ass and poured his sperm into her waiting pussy.

She moaned and froze in an effort to feel each squirt of his cock. After about thirty seconds he dropped onto her chest and lay there until his softening cock fell onto her lips.

The men in her hands had pulled free and the black man had moved to the lawn, laying on his back. He called to her stroking his cock and invited her to come over and ride it.

At first she hesitated. I don’t know whether it was because she was beginning to feel guilty and did not want to continue or because she was fearful of the size of his monstrous cock.

It stood up against his stomach, extending about eight inches from its base. She looked at it for a minute as the other men prodded her to try it. She then crawled over toward the awaiting erection.

At this point, I could see come oozing from her cunt. The entire inside of her thighs were coated and it dripped down toward her knees as she crawled along. I zoomed in the camera to get a close-up.

As she approached the sable colored penis she reached forward and touched in gently. She examined it thoroughly. I think she was testing to see if it would bend.

Many times if I used a dildo on her that size she later complained that it hurt because it didn’t bend like a real one.

Then curiously she bent over and began to taste the huge cock. She worked it all over. In the meantime, the others approached and began rubbing her back and ass.

Two men again began rubbing her dangling tits. The latino man moved in behind her and slowly insert his hardened cock into her cunt. To this she responded by glancing back to see who her visitor was and then went back to work on her ebony rod.

As the man pumped her from behind she moaned. She was experiencing for having two real cocks enter her body at the same time. She continued to suck and lick the cock in her mouth, pausing occasionally to feel more completely the penis in her vagina.

After about five minutes the man in her cunt exploded and pulled her tight against his loins. She stopped sucking and closed her eyes, again trying to feel each streaming jet of sperm entering her. He came for almost a full minute and then withdrew.

Tracy then move quickly astride the black man and positioned her cunt above his dick. She rubbed the lips of her cunt against his cock, spreading a mixture of her juices and the semen from the two other men over him.

She then whispered, “Put it in but please go slow.”

He reached down and she raised herself up slightly. She looked down between her hanging breasts and watched as he place the head against her entrance. She began to lower herself, savoring each millimeter of the large cock invading her. She moved up and down slightly, each time taking more and more of the immense unit. After about two or three minutes she finally hit rock bottom. Their pubic bones hit. Tracy threw back her head and closed her eyes, sitting still, feeling the experience of this mammoth tool. Slowly she began to move. Soon she was really getting into it.

The other men again surrounded her and began to stroke her body. She continued to pump the large cock hard and fast. After about five minutes she suddenly got off and urged the black man to do her doggy style.Her favorite position. He pumped her solidly as she let out little squeals and moans with each thrust of his hips.

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…My Initial Transgression Further Continued

The Weekend

Saturday

I sensed a lot more light in the room then there had been when I had fallen asleep—but I didn’t have to open my eyes to know where it came from; it would be morning sunlight streaming through the row of narrow windows near the vaulted ceiling of the bedroom. I hadn’t worried about covering them, since it would take a very tall, extendable ladder for anyone to be able to see into the bedroom from outside, and being so high above the head of the bed, anyone foolish enough to be out on that ladder in the middle of the night—attempting to peek into my bedroom—would have only been able to glimpse the foot of the bed at best. And that portion of my recent debauchery bed would have been cast in shadow, anyway.

I opened my eyes and verified the fact that the sun was, indeed, up by the white textured ceiling of the bedroom being bathed in the sharp brilliance of the sun’s warm light. As far as sensations go, while a glorious event, I grant you, this one was still a fairly mundane occurrence. However, the particular scent I became very much aware of with my first conscious breath—even though it was a newly acquired scent—was now just as firmly ingrained in my mind as witnessing the sun rising in the east every morning.

I slid my eyes to the right and there it was; the source of the scent that breathed more life into me then the morning sun ever had. It was the unmistakable acrid muskiness of young black male genitals. The black cock beside my face didn’t look quite as it had the last time I had seen it; then it had been only semi-erect. I had fallen asleep on Darnell’s shoulder, but had awoken sometime in the wee hours of the morning and the stirring sight of Darnell’s dark crotch bathed in silver moonlight being reflected off the white ceiling had drawn me like magnet. I had slid down, taken it in my mouth, and had been sucking softly, with Darnell barely stirring. And I knew Darnell hadn’t cum, because—sad to say—I had fallen back to sleep—with his thickening cock in my mouth like a big black pacifier—before I could suck him off enough to nut in my mouth.

But now was an entirely different situation. Darnell’s erection was a raging black hardon, jutting up at an acute angle from his groin… like a black guided missile, complete with its angry purple warhead, ready to blast off toward the enemy. So, now would be the perfect time to see how much muscle memory my esophagus had retained from the previous night’s endeavors on behalf of this fine black cock.

I rose up on my elbow, kissed the peeslit, then took the satin smooth crown of his cock into my mouth. ‘Good Lord’ I thought as I began to go down on that cock; it felt somehow harder in my mouth this morning, much harder than it had felt all of the night before. I took another couple of inches of his cock into my mouth, and with the head entering my reflexively relaxed esophagus, I wondered why this was.

Then I felt Darnell’s hand on the back of my head. “Like my piss-hard, Diane?”

I couldn’t turn my head; if I did, I would loose his cock from my mouth and I wasn’t about to do that. So, I scooted around on the bed until I was between his legs and could see his face. I rose up and reluctantly loosed my oral hold on his cock to ask, “Your what?”

“My piss hardon,” he chuckled. “Guys wake up with a piss-hard, Mrs. C. Happens cause we’re young and naturally hard all the time, but also cause we always gotta piss first thing in the morning.”

Well, that answered my earlier musing; Darnell’s cock being hard was the result of him having to pee. “How long can you hold off peeing?”

”Not long.”

“Well, give me some warning before you do,” I said and swallowed his entire cock. I sucked up and down furiously. I wanted see if could make him blow me a morning load of cum before he couldn’t hold back his pee any longer.

I lost as a strong stream of hot piss flooded my mouth. I quickly clenched my hand around his cock, with my thumb pressed tight against the large vein underneath, cutting off the flow of pee, and yanked my mouth off his cock. I was fuming, but with my lips pressed tight together and my cheeks bulging out from the mouth full of Darnell’s piss, I couldn’t read him the enraged riot act that was building inside me. I scrambled off the bed and raced for the bathroom.

Darnell was right behind me as I opened my mouth and spewed his salty piss into the toilet bowl. “I’m real sorry, Mrs. C,” he said remorsefully as he moved in and flipped up the seat. He forced his hard black cock down and pissed. “I tried to hold it long as I could, but the way you was suckin’…”

Hearing the honest apology in his voice, my anger dissipated. Darnell hadn’t meant to pee in my mouth. It had just… happened… partially because of my sucking. “Here, “ I said, wrapping my hand around his, ‘let me hold it for you, Darnell.” My aim was getting better and I played the strong stream of pee around the bowl, unaware that I was unconsciously bursa escort bayan licking the droplets of salty urine from my lips.

But D’bone caught me doing it. “Like the taste of piss, slut?”

I realized what I was doing and ceased immediately. Then, after a long soul-searching moment, I shrugged my shoulders and smiled sheepishly. “It isn’t exactly expensive brandy, nor is it your delicious cum, but…”

D’bone turned so his cock was aimed right at me. “Then, ‘stead of shakin’ the dewdrops off my cock, why don’t you get down on your knees and clean the bore of this black pipe like a real freak slut would?”

It had been a statement, not a question. And it might be going too far, but I wanted to prove conclusively to D’bone that I was far more of a slut than Julie could ever hope to become… badly. I got down on my knees and took the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked. I expected a few salty dribbles, maybe, but D’bone had evidently held back just a little, because a spurt of hot piss filled my mouth. I kept my lips tight around his cock so none would leak out and bravely continued to suck. I received a few more salty dribbles for my efforts, then nothing more.

D’bone pulled his wet cock from my mouth. There was a detectable softness in his eyes and in his voice when he said, “You can spit that in the bowl, if you want, Mrs. C.”

I seriously considered doing just that, but then I contemplated the opposing degenerate alternative for a long second or two. I had already swallowed Darnell/D’bone’s syrupy cum several times already, and was ready to freely admit that I was now helplessly addicted to the salty/sweet jism. So, why not his hot, salty piss, too? Both bodily fluids spewed from his hard black cock and I fully intended to have as much of its hard black length in my mouth—and as often as possible—over the next two days. So, why the fuck not?

Because it was simply too disgusting, that’s why. I had already stepped well outside the limits of acceptable society by having an adulterous unbridled sexual affair with a black guy, and I wasn’t the least bit sorry, nor did I feel any guilt for doing it. But, damnit, I needed to preserve some of my self-dignity, right? With my stomach roiling from the unaccustomed, and unnatural, infusion of the urine that had already trickled down my throat, I leaned over and spewed the mouthful of piss into the bowl. I smiled bravely, as much to myself as at D’bone. “Does holding it in my mouth, for over a full minute, still qualify me as being a really nasty white slut?”

“In royal fucking spades, Mrs. C,” D’bone laughed. “Not even nasty-slut Julie’s done that… for any of us.”

I grinned. I had surpassed a little white slut less than half my age, who was far prettier than me, with a much better figure, and clearly far more experience servicing black cocks. ‘Not bad for a homely ol’ broad,’ I proudly thought to myself. Not too fucking bad at all!

As I soaped Darnell’s strong black body in the shower, I unabashedly revealed my X-rated Shakespearian scenario from the night before to him. He laughed and said that it was a scene the Bard definitely should have inserted into the boring play. It would have really spiced things up.

Darnell’s cock was thickening very nicely in my soapy hand and the hungry look that came into his dark eyes told me that he wanted my naughty sex scene to be fully realized. I was, naturally, in full agreement this impromptu sexual rewrite. I slid my uninspiring white body down the length of Darnell’s lathe black body—the both of us all sudsy and slippery with my rose-scented soap—and knelt before him. I cupped his balls in one hand and thoroughly rinsed off his hard cock. The rich flavor of black cock and the addictive taste of the slimy jism that erupts from one I cannot deny liking… a lot; the bitter taste of soap—not matter how fragrant—I do not.

With Darnell towering over me like a young Moor of Venice, I serviced him in the same way I imagine adoring Desdemona would have serviced her hard-cocked Black Prince; by taking his cock deep in my (now more experienced) throat, grabbing his tight young ass in both hands, and mouth-fucking him to the explosive orgasm he had missed out on earlier by having a piss-hardon. And, just like the adoring Venetian princess I was imaging myself as, I dutifully swallowed every syrupy dollop of my Moorish Prince’s delicious cum.

If poor Othello had not allowed that deceitful Iago to fill his head with unwarranted jealousy, he would not have senselessly murdered his beloved Desdemona, and I know in my heart of romantic hearts, that the brawny Moor of Venice would have received this very same sort of supplicant oral worship from his adoring white princess for many, many years. As well as any other “variations of dutiful servicing” he might have requested of Desdemona, I am certain.

As to just what other sorts of “servicing variations” I might be required to perform for my own Black Prince, I learned in short and, initially, very bursa evi olan escort painful order. Lifting me to my feet, D’bone turned my face to the glass wall and forced my feet wide apart with his own. “Ready to relinquish your cherry to your Black Prince, Desdemona?”

I almost laughed. It had been a number of years since I had lost my virginity. But, if this was the way he wanted to play the scene out… “Yesssssss, my forceful Othello” I fawned in exaggerated supplication. “I am but yours for the taking.”

I wasn’t wrong about losing my virginity way back in my late teens; I was merely mistaken in my belief that I had surrendered all of it. There was a portion of my body that was still…

The firm head of D’bone’s cock was pressed against my anal opening and before I could tense up—let alone draw a preparatory breath—the spongy glans was quickly thrust inside me and was well past my startled sphincter when I screamed, “Take it out! It’s too big… it hurts too much! Take it out, Darnell. Please!”

“Hold still, damnit!” D’bone commanded. “Let your asshole get used to it.” He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “Otherwise…” He pushed another inch of his cock into my raped asshole “…otherwise I’m gonna bury every last inch of it in your ass—right up to my balls—in one push.” He then shoved another inch of cock into my ass for emphasis.

It hurt like the fires of hell were now loose inside my ravaged rectum and I held still—very, very still—in the fervent hope that, like Darnell had said, my asshole would eventually get used to having a fucking log jammed up inside it. The pain did begin to lessen, but only in sorely graduated stages.

“When you think you’re ready to take more, Diane,” D’bone said, “you push yourself back on it.” He still had my hair in his fist. “But get this straight in your mind; I’m gonna fuck your nasty white-slut ass, with or without your consent.” He twisted my head around. “Got it… Slut!”

Being called “Slut!” once more worked its evil black magic on me. I held perfectly still for a few minutes, attempted to control my breathing, then I took a deep breath and looking right into D’bone’s eyes, I tentatively pushed my asshole further onto his invading cock. There had been enough slippery soap on my ass to provide some slickum and, now that the bibulous head was past my sphincter muscle, several more inches of cock more easily followed behind it.

D’bone glanced down between us. “That’s about half of it. You want to take the rest yourself, or you want me to just give it to you?” He looked back up at me. “Just like a real nasty white slut gets herself ass-fucked?”

I’m quite certain my eyes were glazed over with raw lust when I keened, “Give it to me, D’bone! Ram your powerful black cock in my white ass… all of it!”

And D’bone promptly acceded to my deplorable demand. The remainder of his cock plowed into my asshole and the next thing I knew, I was arching my back and bucking my ass on the cock imbedded in my asshole like the insane, nasty white slut he was demanding that I be for him. “Yesssssss,” I hissed, “pound my white ass, D’bone. I want you to pound the ever lovin’ shit out of my slutty asshole.”

I balled my fists and fucked back for all I was worth. The pain had become intense pleasure for me. This was my first ass-fuck and I wanted to wring every delirious moment out of having my asshole’s cherry being taken that I possibly could. I wanted this to last forever, but knew it couldn’t. When I felt D’bone’s cock harden perceptively and begin to throb inside my asshole, I knew the moment had arrived… for him, and for me as well.

We (D’bone and I together) didn’t literally fuck the ever lovin’ shit out of my asshole. Thank God! That would have been entirely too gross. He did, however, do something that jolted me right over the top. With one hand still entwined in my hair—like he was holding the reins of an out-of-control horse, he reached down between my legs, took my throbbing clit in his thumb and forefinger, and jerked it like a tiny cock. That did it for this modern day Desdemona and I came violently the instant he buried his entire cock in my asshole and shot a powerful jet of scorching jism searing into my bowels.

One powerful blast, then a second, a third, and then a forth jet of cum flooded my bowels. And I felt every one of them, even through the crashing waves of my own intense orgasm. When the welcome spurts of his cum no longer bathed the super-sensitive walls of my anal cavity, my rectal muscles reflexively began milking his cock. I was dying. I was already in heaven. White Slut Heaven.

I continued to milk D’bone’s softening cock with my well-fucked asshole. I didn’t want to release it. I turned my head and smiled at him weakly. “Guess I’m no longer any sort of virgin… not now.”

D’bone grinned. “There are a couple of areas where you’re still a cherry, Diane, but we’ll get those taken care of, too… eventually.”

“Oh, I hope so, my big brawny bursa otele gelen escort Moor,” I sighed. “I hope so.”

* *

With the outside doors all securely locked and the heavy drapes pulled closed on any window with visibility into the house, Darnell and I pretty much went about our business stark naked for the entire weekend. When we did wear an item of clothing, for me, it was invariably the smoky, crotchless panties from my diaphanous negligee. Darnell liked seeing me in them, he could see my pussy when I was facing him and he liked the way my cunt opened up whenever I happened to bend over, which I happily did at every conceivable opportunity… and few that were inconceivable.

For me as well, Darnell wore his athletic supporter. I especially liked the way it fit when he was hard; then the head and an inch or two of young black cock would invitingly protrude from the white waistband. I also like the way the jock strap fit across his backside, leaving his cheeks and the crack of his ass exposed, making it easy for me to slide my hand down his tight young ass, then underneath and into the jock from behind to cup and massage his balls. And Darnell liked me doing this for him, too.

Late in the morning Darnell turned the Ohio State game on in the den. Edwin abhorred athletic endeavors of any sort; a quick mind and columns of figures that balanced to the last penny are what did it for him, not muscle-bound bodies sweating and straining against one another over a ball.

I, on the other hand—as I’ve already made you aware, was (and still am) an American Football junkie. I eagerly joined Darnell on the couch and I must say that watching football with some who not only enjoys the game, but is also knowledgeable about its intricacies, was quite refreshing. And watching football with someone who possess a nice black cock, that you can make so nice and so hard in your hand as the two of watch the game, is just as much fun. I did this over and over throughout the first half of the game; stroking Darnell nice and hard, then letting it soften in my hand, then fisting it back to pleasing hardness.

By halftime, Darnell had enough of my ‘get him hard, let it go soft, get him hard’ shit. “Teach you to be teasin’ a black jock,” he snarled. Grabbing me by the hair, he shoved my face into his black crotch. “Suck me off, Slut!” he demanded. “And you best make me nut, have all of it swallowed, and my cock and balls licked clean ‘fore the second half starts.”

I mewed, “Mmmmmmmmmm Hmmmmm,” around his cock, then took it deep into my throat and proceeded to suck him off with an enthusiastic frenzy. I only had about twenty minutes to accomplish my mission and had no time to waste with my own selfish needs… like sucking him off slowly, because I was a blackcock slut who was crazy with lust for having his big black cock in my mouth and down my throat.

With such a restrictive time frame—knowing the effect my vibrating throat muscles would have on D’bone’s cock—I hummed as I sucked him off. I cupped his bloated balls and earnestly massaged them as I swallowed his cock all the way down to my hand, pulled up and swirled my tongue around the swollen head in my mouth, before lunging back down on his turgid black cock. The humming and my insistent ball massaging—along with my voraciously deep-throat sucking worked its magic. Holding my head tight in his lap, D’bone lunged up, burying his throbbing cock in my throat, and exploded. Three hard jet of cum shot down my throat before he relaxed his hold on my head, allowing me to pull up so that the head was in my mouth and I could get a good taste of the next two spurts.

I swirled D’bone’s cum around his cock several times—savoring the exquisite taste of it on my tongue—before swallowing. I then set about sucking and slurping and swallowing the cum from his cock until I could detect no more of the viscous slime on his cock or in my mouth. I then pulled my mouth off his cock and plunged my face into the couch beneath his balls, where I dutifully licked and sucked his drained balls.

I sat up, contentedly licking my lips, in time to see the opening kickoff of the second half. “No delay of game flag thrown for this nasty white slut,” I proudly declared and promptly took D’bone’s deflated black cock back into my massaging white hand.

Ohio State was so far ahead at the end of the third quarter that the game was, for all intents and purposes, over. I spent the fourth quarter openly splayed across the coffee table with D’bone fucking his great black cock into my enraptured pink cunt while we watched to see what the final score would be. The ac-CUM-ulated score that counted most: Me- 3 gratifying cums, D’bone- 2 tremendous CUMS! One of his loads in my belly, the second one leaking out of my well-fucked cunt… I guess you could say we both won.

* *

After supper, Darnell asked if I got any of the porn channels.

“I suppose so,” I answered from the kitchen. “I’ve never bothered to check and see.” We were subscribed to just about everything else on the satellite dish, and the porn channels were all Pay Per View. However, being what I considered to be basically a non-sexual person, I always assumed that Edwin would distain pornography even more than he did sports. “Find one for us and I’ll join you in a minute.”

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I live in a fairly wealthy family. We’re not carefree by any means, but we don’t have to worry. And I’ll admit it, people with money are strange sometimes. My father is the vice-president of a company, and we live in a really nice neighborhood. Our house is big but not lavish, but it’s more than enough for the four of us, including my sister Sara, who is two years older than me. She has long bleached hair, and a nice tanned, tight body. And back to my point about people with money, we’re a lot different than the other families around us. We don’t have dark family secrets, we don’t lie to each other or squabble constantly.

In fact, we all get along really well. My parents are very open with us, and my sister and I were unusually close. Even after my parents gave me the sex talk, my sister told me all of the things they left out, like all of the positions and various activities people did during sex. I always felt close to her, and she genuinely liked me. Sometimes she would come in my room just to be around me, and we would listen to music or talk.

As I neared eighteen, Sara started joking around with me about sex. Sometimes she would come into my room without knocking, to see if I was jerking off. Stuff like that, she was just playing around. Once I was eighteen, and I felt like I could do anything I wanted, I decided to pull that prank on her.

Our parents left for a business trip, and we would be alone for a whole week, and I knew that Sara would occasionally sneak boys up to her room. I never really gave it another thought, I guess I just assumed she was having sex, and it wasn’t a big deal. I wasn’t going to tell our parents, my sister and I trusted each other.

But one day, late in the afternoon, I waited until Sara had been in her room for a while, and I figured I would burst into her room. So I snuck up the stairs to her bedroom and listened through the door. bursa escort To my delight, I heard distinct sexual sounds. She must have been masturbating, I was so lucky! I quickly opened the door.

Sara was on all fours on her bed, naked and facing me with her eyes closed, and to my surprise there was a skinny young man not much older than me slamming into her from behind. I just froze, I had not expected to find Sara fucking someone in her room. She opened her eyes when she heard me enter, but she didn’t act embarrassed or angry. She kind of smiled at me while I just stood there. The guy stuffing her didn’t let up, he looked questioningly at me, and then down at Sara.

“Who’s this?” he asked casually.

Sara seemed to really be enjoying herself, and she was obviously approaching an orgasm. Her face contorted a bit.

“My brother,” she answered.

The guy kept slamming her, unaffected by my presence. I just stared as he pumped into her, and after a few moments Sara squealed and gripped the bed tightly. She lowered her face into the mattress and cried out into the sheets as she came. The guy was not far behind, and he soon grunted and hunched over her as he shot deep inside of her. After a minute of catching their breath, Sara looked up at me and smiled.

“Hey,” she said. “Don’t just stand there, come over here.”

I cautiously approached the bed. The guy leaned back against the bed, and Sara sat up on her knees. She pulled me over to her.

“You got quite the show,” she said.

I didn’t know what to say. I felt weird with the guy who I didn’t know laying naked next to me. He probably felt the same way, although fucking my sister in front of me didn’t seem to bother him, so he pulled the condom off his dick and got dressed and left quickly.

“He comes over once in a while,” Sara said.

Sara didn’t seem to mind being naked in front bursa türbanlı escort of me, in fact she was kind of touchy feely with me on her bed.

“Did you like what you saw?” she asked with a smile.

I looked her up and down. “I like what I’m still seeing.”

She leaned back on her elbows, giving me a great view of her body.

“Why don’t you take your clothes off too? Then we can be nudie buddies.”

I shrugged and quickly stripped down. I didn’t feel shy at all, I wasn’t worried that she wouldn’t like seeing me naked or anything like that, I wasn’t even embarrassed about my erection. She smiled when she saw it, and reached out to touch it. I was taken by surprise, and jumped.

She giggled. “Does that feel good?”

I sighed. “Oh yeah. But, why are you doing that?”

Sara cocked her head. “You don’t like it?”

“No, I love it.”

“Then just let it happen.”

Those were the best words I’d ever heard in my life. For the next few minutes, I had my first handjob. Sara was an expert in the manipulation of male genitals. She fondled and rubbed and caressed, I thought I would cum immediately. She lovingly jacked me off, while I relaxed on the bed. Finally, I came in her hands, and it was the most blissful feeling I had ever experienced. She smiled up at me.

“Feel good?” she said cheerily.

I nodded. “I’m a virgin,” I blurted out.

She seemed surprised, and then she gave me a big smile.

“How about we take care of that?”

I couldn’t believe what she was saying, did she really want to have sex with me? She crawled on top of me and moved her hips over mine. She lowered her face to mine and kissed me very sensually. It was so erotic, and the thought of fucking my sister was really arousing. So I let it happen, as she had suggested.

She rubbed her crotch against my dick, which kestel escort was rock hard again. She circled her hips around on me, and pressed her tits against my chest while she kissed. She was really experienced, I could tell. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and swirled it around, and I was too overwhelmed to do anything back. She kept humping me and kissing me until she had her fill and then she raised her hips.

She moved my dick to her warm hole and I sunk right in. She was really wet and I slid all the way in. It felt so good filling her up, I came right away. I was so embarrassed, I was worried she would be mad. She just smiled and kissed me.

“It’s okay,” she said. “It was your first time.”

She squeezed me inside of her and started to ride me, and I was still hard. It felt so good, and since I had cum twice already, I could really enjoy it without worrying about finishing too soon. I squeezed her tits and played with them while she rode me. She came after a few minutes, and it felt so good to have her climax around my dick.

Then she rolled over and I fucked her missionary. I slid in and out of her hot pussy, which was full of my cum. She had two more orgasms, and she loved it when we kissed. We were both full of lust, we couldn’t get enough of each others’ bodies. Finally I came with a deep groan inside of her. She held me tightly against her as I released my cum inside her pussy. I was exhausted, and we just laid there, still joined.

“Did it feel good?” she asked.

“It was fantastic,” I sighed.

“Do you like how my pussy feels?” she asked.

“It was so warm and tight.”

“You filled me so full of cum, I’ve never let a guy cum in me before.”

I looked up at her. “Really? Why did you let me?”

“Because I love you, silly.”

“Did you use…protection?”

She smiled. “Don’t worry about that. Just relax, and we’ll fuck again when you’re ready.”

After a few minutes, we fucked again, and I came inside of her. I loved filling her up with my cum. Afterwards, she gave me a nice long blowjob, and I came in her mouth. I loved knowing that I lost my virginity with my sister.

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Introducing Diane and Matt, a married couple open to sexual experiences with other single and married men and women. Matt chooses the prey. Diane springs the trap and seduces. The seduction is well orchestrated and sensual leaving the prey ready for any sexual encounter Diane and Matt have ready.

Part 1 – The Prey

Diane jumped up practically spilling the drinks on the table in her enthusiasm. She grabbed Matt by the wrist and yanked him to his feet. She quickly dragged him to the dance floor. Matt followed close behind with a smile. He loved dancing with his wife. He loved how her body flowed to the music. He loved her body. He also knew something good was about to happen.

Diane hit the dance floor but the dance began at the table. Dancing was simply a formality … and the dance floor her hunting ground. As soon as she made up her mind, the dance was flowing in and out of her. Her body was shaking and beating to the music as she led Matt. He admired her firm ass shaking to the beat as he followed her.

As soon as her feet hit the floor, she twirled around and threw her arms around Matt’s shoulders. She pulled him close and gave him a long, passionate, tongue-filled kiss as her long fingers snaked through his hair and pulled him so close he thought he’d come out the other side. Matt sucked her kiss and returned it with the same passion. His hands dug into her swaying ass and helped her gyrate her crotch harder into his.

His erection was not lost on Diane. As she kissed him, she continued humping at his cock, eager to inflame his desires. Her pussy was wet with excitement. A small wet spot appeared in the crotch of her panties. She was ready to dance the dance of love.

She broke the kiss and pulled Matt’s head to the side. Her tongue darted out and did a wispy run the length of his ear from lobe to top. Matt’s senses were firing on all cylinders. Diane knew his ears are very sensitive and felt him tense. Goosebumps formed all over his body.

“Which one?” she whispered in his ear, loud enough to be heard over the music but only for Matt to hear.

Matt’s body shuddered and goosebumps formed on his goosebumps.

“The brunette on my right, your left,” he replied.

Diane knew better than to look. She took the lead and turned their bodies so she could see the lady Matt chose. Her eyes darted in the direction he pointed out.

“Blue dress?” she asked. “Nice choice.”

“Nope.”

“Oh? Hmmm, red dress and spikes?”

Matt quickly turned and found her.

“Oooh, damn, I didn’t see her, but she would be good too.,” he replied.

“Oh, I see her,” Diane said. “Earthy, long hair, not too showy, sexy body, perfect breasts.”

“You found her.”

“Typical,” she said. “You always pick the conservative ones. Trying to make my job difficult are you?”

“Life’s hard, sexy.”

“I got this,” she said with confidence and led Matt dancing toward the “earthy” babe.

The hunt was on.

Part 2 – The Hunt

The music was pounding. The sexual electricity was buzzing. Diane and Matt danced their carnal tango as sweat ran down their faces. Diane was not, however, paying a lot of attention to Matt. Her sights were focused on the “earthy” woman Matt had chosen.

She seemed to be on the dance floor by herself, which wasn’t too strange. Her husband or boyfriend was probably sitting at the table checking out the other sexy women or simply bored and wanting to get somewhere quiet with his lady.

She knew how to move her body. Every time she raised her arms above her head, her breasts clung to the flimsy material outlining her perfect, braless breasts. When she twirled, Diane and Matt could catch glimpses of her ass. They couldn’t determine if she was wearing a thong or, even better, commando. Matt knew he wanted his face between her legs and hers between Diane’s. But he had no control.

It was Diane’s job to seduce her. It was Diane’s job to get this gorgeous woman to abandon her date and come home with Matt and her. Matt could only watch in extreme arousal and fascination as Diane unbundled her raw sexuality on this unsuspecting woman.

Diane made her move. She twirled around and came face to face with her prey. The hunt was on.

“Oh, haha, sorry. Hi,” Diane yelled over the music with a smile while continuing her dance.

The woman, shocked at the close and sudden proximity, pulled her face away. “Oh my, Hi,” she said. “The music really takes over one’s body, doesn’t it?”

“Mmmm, yes it does. I love shaking my ‘groove thang’ all over the floor,” Diane replied. “How about you?”

“I can’t get enough,” she said.

“I’m sorry, I’m being rude. I’m Diane,” she said and put out a hand to shake.

“Mary,” she responded, and the game was on.

“Who you dancing with, Mary?” Diane asked.

“Well, it’s supposed to be my boyfriend but he’s being boring tonight,” Mary said. “How about you? You alone too?”

“Nope. My man is right here,” she said pointing at Matt. He smiled and waved. “He’s not boring. He’s quite the sexy bursa eskort dancer.”

“Yes, he is,” Mary smiled. “I wish Steve weren’t such a stick in the mud.”

“Well, you can dance with us,” Diane offered. “Then you won’t have to feel so alone.”

“Perfect,” she said and turned to face them both.

“Matt,” Diane started, “this is Mary. Mary, this is Matt.”

He reached out, took her hand and bowed down to give it a light kiss. Mary blushed a little and smiled.

“Mary is here with a stick in the mud named Steve. He doesn’t want to dance and have fun,” Diane explained.

“His loss,” Matt countered as he smiled at Mary.

“Mary says she can’t keep from dancing. She says the music takes her body over.,” Diane said.

“And you’ve got a wonderful body to take over,” Matt replied making Mary blush a little.

“Well, thanks,” she blushed. “Steve loves it. I just wish he’d learn to use it on the dance floor,” Mary said.

“Better for us,” Diane replied.

The trap was set.

Part 3 – The Seduction

Several songs had played. Diane knew how to seduce and Mary was not immune. Several times she danced up to Mary and ground her hips into her, then leaned forward and rubbed her tits against hers. Mary was clearly enjoying the attention but kept looking at Matt as if she was either asking for permission or maybe wasn’t into girls.

One song ended and another started up. Diane needed a break. Frankly, so did Matt. Mary was looking a little ruffled as well. Diane invited her to come get a drink at their table. Mary turned to look in the direction of her table with Steve, turned back to Diane with a worried look on her face and said, “I don’t know. I should probably get back to Steve.”

“Nonsense,” Diane protested. “If he wanted to be with you, he would have come to find you.”

The look on Mary’s face was heartbreaking. She knew Steve was not her type but an investment is made in every relationship. It’s hard to let it go even when one knows it needs to happen.

“Come on. We’re more fun than Steve and he’s probably found someone else as boring as him,” Diane urged.

She again looked toward Steve, turned back to Diane with a frustrated but determined look. “Yeah, I think you’re right. His loss.”

“THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!” Diane blurted as she grabbed her arm and started leading her toward the table.

Back at the table, Matt was largely ignored as Diane and Mary talked and got to know each other. Diane ordered drinks for all and the alcohol flowed freely. With each drink, Diane became more emboldened with Mary. After the carnal dancing on the floor, Mary didn’t seem to mind Diane’s forwardness as she touched her legs under the table. Then Diane was touching her hands, and arms. Then up to her shoulders. With each move, she would slide her chair a little closer until they were sitting with their knees almost in each other’s crotch.

Matt simply smiled when needed, said very little, but enjoyed watching his wife seduce this pretty lady. Mary was matching the friendly gestures as well.

Diane looked over at Matt, gave him a sly smile letting him know she was going in for the kill. Matt winked at her.

Diane and Mary were sitting so close their heads were only a few inches apart. Diane suddenly reached behind Mary’s head, pulled her close, and whispered in her ear. Mary’s eyes became big, her lips turned up into a big smile as she looked at Matt, then looked down at his crotch. Suddenly, her eyes closed, her head tilted back, her mouth gaped opened, and a moan escaped her lips. Diane did her “wispy lick’ on Mary’s ear. Matt looked at Mary’s arms. Sure enough, goosebumps.

Diane’s hand moved from the back of Mary’s head to her chin as she pulled back and stared directly into Mary’s eyes for several seconds. Suddenly without losing eye contact, Mary moved forward and kissed Diane softly. Matt’s cock jumped. The kiss was very short and sensuous. Mary pulled back, maintaining eye contact, then moved again. This time, the kiss was long and open mouthed as Mary and Diane shared their fluids.

As they kissed, Diane slid her hand down Mary’s neck, to her chest, across her breast, to her hand. She took Mary’s hand in hers and guided it to Matt’s growing cock. Mary grabbed Matt’s member and started rubbing it through his pants. Matt sat back and enjoyed the show and the grab.

When the kiss ended, Mary’s hand remained in Matt’s lap as Diane reached behind her head and pulled her close again. Mary’s eyes again closed, her head tilted back, and her mouth gaped open. She grabbed Matt’s cock a little harder as goosebumps again appeared on her arm. She nodded her head, opened her eyes, looked at Matt and said, “Please take me home with you.”

Part 4 – The Rules

Matt unlocked the door and the three new friends stumbled into the house. His cock was hard as a rock. From the driveway to the door, he walked with his arms around the two ladies as they played with his manhood.

During the drive home, Diane and Mary sat in the back seat and görükle escort became more friendly. As Matt drove, he watched in the mirror while listening to the sounds of lust behind him. Diane was kissing and fondling Mary the entire ride. Of course, Mary was returning all the favors. Their moans had Matt hard as a rock and stroking himself through his pants all the way home.

Once inside, he closed the door and locked it.

“Ladies,” he announced, “if you would please retire to the den, I will get us some drinks.”

“Perfect,” Mary said.

Diane took Mary by the hand and led her to the den. It was a large room with a large sectional sofa. Diane led Mary to the sofa and they plopped down next to each other.

“So, Mary, have you ever done anything like this before?” Diane asked as she ran a finger over her cheek.

“No, I haven’t,” she replied, “but I’m looking forward to whatever may happen, though.”

“Oh, really,” Diane said as she slowly moved in and kissed Mary softly on the lips. “What if Matt simply goes to bed and leaves us to make love all night?”

“Well, I would be disappointed to have played with that cock and not get to see it or play with it more, but you, Diane, are amazingly beautiful and sexy. I’ve never been with another woman before but I could make love to you with no disappointment.”

“Well,” Diane continued as she laid soft kisses on Mary’s neck, “what if I were to go to bed and leave you with Matt?”

“Same thing. I want you. You’re sexy and gorgeous. But I’ll take Matt’s sexy body and cock all night too.”

“You have an answer for everything, don’tcha?”

“I hope so.” She answered and pulled Diane in closer for a soft kiss.

“So what about this,” Diane continued the sexy interrogation while still applying soft kisses to Mary’s neck, “What if we both stay, strip your clothes off you, ravage your body, suck your tits, lick your pussy, and fuck the hell outta you?”

“That sounds the best,” Mary smiled as she reached behind Diane’s back and began sliding the zipper of her dress down her back.

“Slow down girl,” Diane scolded, still softly kissing Mary’s neck and cheeks. “You’re not here for me.”

Mary stopped. Confused, she asked, “What do you mean?”

“Matt chose you,” Diane replied. “He chooses.”

“Matt chose me?” Mary asked, more confused. “But you’ve been all over me. All night. He’s simply been watching.”

“That’s our game, sweetie. When it’s Matt’s turn for some sexy fun, my job is to seduce the woman of his choice and get her ready for him.”

“Oh, really?” Mary quizzed. “You two do this often?”

Matt entered with three glasses of wine.

“Thanks, babe,” Diane said as she took her glass.

“Thanks, Matt,” Mary smiled. “You’re so sweet.”

Diane sat her glass on the table and returned her attention to Mary.

“We do this about once a month, give or take. Whenever we’re in the mood. Sometimes we go for singles and sometimes for couples. Matt’s a bit awkward about the seduction so it’s usually my job to prepare our … target.”

Matt took a seat beside Mary. She was facing Diane as Diane continued her lip exploration of Mary’s neck and face. Mary let out a soft moan, sipped her wine, and leaned back into Matt’s chest.

Matt reached up and cupped Mary’s right breast. Her blouse was silk and sheer. He felt her nipple stiffen as he lightly passed his fingers over it. Mary moaned her approval and reached down to grope Matt’s hard cock. She moaned again feeling its girth.

“You two are making me so wet,” she moaned.

“Relax and enjoy it,” Matt replied and moved in kissing the back of her neck as he softly caressed her breast. Diane continued kissing her neck and face and was lightly groping at Mary’s left breast.

Diane pulled Mary’s mouth to hers, gave her a long, wet, passionate kiss, then suddenly broke away. She stood and moved to the love seat opposite the sofa.

“What? Where’re you going?” Mary asked.

“As I said, this is Matt’s night. He chose you. He decides,” Diane answered. “I get to watch, and if I’m lucky, Matt will let me join in. One other rule. If you ask about me joining again, I have to leave and you won’t see me again. If you want me to join, you must only communicate it with your desire, non-verbally to Matt. He, and he alone, can beckon me to join.”

“That’s not fair,” Mary protested. “I want to make love to you too.”

“That’s your one warning,” Matt said. “Next comment like that, and she’s gone,” he said softly but sternly.

Part 5 – The Unwrapping

Mary sighed her frustration but gave in to their wishes. She was still leaning into Matt’s chest as he was fondling her breast and kissing the back of her neck.

“Matt, honey, I’ve been dying to see her breasts all night, Diane said. “Would you kindly remove her blouse for me?”

Matt slowly pushed Mary forward and turned her to face him. Mary started to say something to Diane but caught herself as Matt gave her a ‘don’t say it’ look. Mary swallowed bursa escort bayan hard then turned her gaze on Diane. Matt slowly started undoing the buttons on Mary’s blouse. The buttons were only separated by an inch and Matt took his time. Each button revealed a bit more of Mary’s chest. Mary sat quietly, eyes fixed on Diane, mouth gaping open, and placed her hands lightly on Matt’s. When Matt finished the last button, he realized there were two additional buttons on her sleeves. He left the blouse in place, separated enough to see Mary’s glorious breasts but her nipples remained concealed.

When the sleeves were unfastened, Matt reached up to Mary’s shoulders and began slowly pushing the silky smooth fabric over her shoulders. Mary didn’t flinch as the silky blouse glided over her shoulders, tickled her nipples, and fell on the couch exposing her upper body to Matt and Diane.

“My god, Matt, she’s a goddess,” Diane said still holding eye contact with Mary. Mary blushed and momentarily lowered her gaze.

Goddess was a great description for Mary. Her brunette hair was wavy and long, cascading over her shoulders and covering the rise of her breasts. Her breasts were perfect in size and shape with small, nickel sized areolas, and small pointy nipples.

Matt remained silent. He lightly placed both hands on Mary’s breasts and slowly caressed them. Mary’s breathing increased as Matt attended to her breasts. She returned her gaze to Diane. Diane, in turn, leaned back in the love seat, spread her legs, and began rubbing her pussy through her damp panties. Mary felt her own juices stir and let out an audible gasp.

“Mary, stand up,” Diane instructed. Matt helped her up.

“Matt. Shoes.”

Matt reached up to Mary’s breasts, fondled them for a moment, then slowly started down her body, passing her waist, down her smooth legs, to her feet, and slowly removed each of Mary’s shoes.

Mary stood in silence, eyes fixed on Diane, watching her rub her pussy through her wet panties.

“Skirt.”

Matt, still caressing Mary’s feet, turned her to face away from him and slowly started up her right leg with a hand on the outside and one on the inside, moving up her calf, to her knee, up her thigh, under her dress, but stopped short of her love nest. Mary gasped when he stopped just short of her hot zone. His hands slipped out from under her dress, moved to both hips, and turned her to the side. He found the zipper and slowly slid it down.

“Mary, Matt and I were watching closely tonight as you were dancing. We saw your ass cheeks several times as you were twirling about. We never caught sight of your panties. We’ve wondered all night; Thong? Or Commando?”

Careful not to break the rules, Mary turned to Matt and said in a sexy, soft voice, “I guess you’re about to find out.” As soon as she finished her sentence, she immediately turned her gaze back to Diane.

Matt lifted the back of Mary’s skirt and leaned in to kiss the soft skin of her ass cheek. Mary moaned her pleasure. He gave both cheeks a hearty squeeze and continued kissing her ass.

“Matt?”

“Yes love,”

“I’m still in the dark over here,” Diane said.

“Yes, love. What would you like me to do, sweetie?”

“Slide her skirt off so I can determine her undies,” Diane answered.

“Yes, love.”

Matt reached up to the waist of Mary’s skirt and started to slowly peel it over her ass. Mary hooked her thumbs in the front and helped guide it over her hips.

As the skirt cleared her loins, a very small pair of white lacy panties were revealed covering her pubic mound. The skirt hit the floor and Matt helped Mary step out of it.

“Very sexy, Mary,” Diane stated. “Turn around for me.”

Mary slowly started to turn. Matt’s hands found their way back to her hips. He caressed her as she turned her ass to Diane.

When she turned, Diane learned what Matt already knew. The fabric of her panties was only visible from the top of her ass crack up. Mary was wearing one the smallest thongs Matt and Diane had ever seen.

“Did I say goddess, Matt?” Diane said.

“Yes you did, my love.”

“Was I correct?”

“Yes, you were.”

“Spread your legs, Mary,” Diane instructed.

Mary’s gaze was boring holes through Diane’s eyes as she did what she was instructed.

“Matt, how wet is she?”

Matt slowly moved a hand from Mary’s hip and slid it between Mary’s thighs. He rubbed her panty covered pussy lightly, then pushed underneath to insert his finger just a bit into Mary’s opening. Mary closed her eyes and moaned as Matt touched her in her sensitive spot.

Matt pulled his finger away and reached out to Diane with the evidence. Diane could see the cum glistening on Matt’s finger. Diane leaned forward for a closer look and noticed Mary’s inner thighs were glistening as well.

“You’re leaking, girl,” Diane said with a sly smile.

Mary could only moan. Her loins were on fire.

“Matt, remove her thong,” Diane instructed.

“Yes, love.”

Mary shifted her legs back together as Matt slowly began sliding her thong past her ass and pussy and down her legs. When they hit the floor, Matt helped her step out of them. Matt, again, followed the path up her legs returning his hands to her hips. He turned her back to face him.

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The Lure of The Night Ch. 01

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Bent Over

Desperation leads to disaster. It forces you to leave the safe cocoon you have built over the years and venture out into the wild. Desperation would even make you forget—if only for a short moment—that you shouldn’t expose your ugliness to the world. Desperation might also make you forget the ugliness of the world itself.

Millie Foster took one look at the Ashford estate and grimaced. What was she doing here? She didn’t belong in the outside world. How would she deal with the staring—the judging?

“You staying or what?” the cab driver shot out impatiently as Millie appraised the mansion just a few feet away.

“Just a second,” she shot back, glancing briefly at the pudgy driver before turning wary eyes back to the house.

It was beautiful, laden with history and background. And she would explore every inch of it with gusto.

This new job was a big opportunity for Millie. For the first time in her life, she had a chance to truly showcase her talents as a historian. She would help decorate the old mansion for the new owners. She would also be able to do her own research, gather enough information about the mysterious-looking Victorian mansion to… what? Write a book about it? Sell the information to some obscure journal that catered to history buffs? Whatever. She would do something with it. Opportunities such as this don’t happen every day, especially to someone like her.

Mr. Morris, the new owner, was planning to turn the old house into an exclusive club and casino that would cater to wealthy, important men. In other words, he wanted the place to become an Edwardian-themed gentlemen’s club. A new-money web entrepreneur, Mr. Morris wanted to climb the social ladder as quickly as he’d made his first billion, and he was quite certain that this new business venture would catapult him to the very top of the crème de la crème of high society.

“I’m bringing back the class and exclusivity of old times,” Mr. Morris had enthused. “No one will be able to just barge in. If anyone other than society’s A-list tries to access our club—” He shook his head. “Not going to happen. Not here.” He’d sounded as serious as a heart attack.

At first, Millie thought she wouldn’t get the job—one good look at her and the man would run off in horror—so imagine her surprise when Mr. Morris had called her just two days ago, saying that he needed her right away. He’d made it clear that she would have to stay at the mansion to oversee historical details such as costume and home design. The Ashford estate would be her new home, at least for a little while.

It had been a shock, getting this job. She thought she had scared Mr. Morris away when she walked in and showed him her face. She didn’t show her face to very many people, not since the day she discovered she was scarred for life. But he seemed kind, if somewhat pompous, and had the grace to gloss over his weatherworn features into that of politeness after the initial shock of seeing her scars.

Millie touched the deformity on her right cheek and sighed. She hadn’t looked at herself in a mirror for years. Not since the day she woke up in a hospital, her face covered with a bandage, not knowing what had happened or how she’d gotten there.

To this day, she had no recollection of the events that had left her scarred for life. She went to bed one night and woke up in the hospital many weeks later. The events that had led her to that hospital were a big blur. If only she had a clue, or inkling, about how she’d ended up alone and deformed…

That was in the past, she reminded herself. It was time to move on and live a semi-normal life. This job was a lifesaver. She needed to save money for those reconstructive surgeries that had, until now, been beyond her financial reach. Maybe, just maybe, she would be able to make it happen now. She would, of course, leave the Ashford estate the second the club-slash-casino opened its doors for the beautiful people. She had no interest in making this her permanent home.

Her eyes skimmed the estate. It was built in 1844 and part of the left wing was burned down in 1911. It had been rumored that its landlord, a Mr. Alexander Benjamin Ashford III, the son of a wealthy jewelry merchant, had set it on fire after discovering his wife in bed with another man. Mr. and Mrs. Ashford died in the fire—their bodies consumed by the flames. Rumors circulated the estate for years, claiming that Mr. Ashford’s ghost resided in the mansion and scared away various new home owners. That was supposedly the reason why the house had been abandoned for almost seventy-six years, for its last owner closed down its doors in 1934.

The mansion had been restored over the years, but Mr. Morris wanted it to look exactly like an Edwardian house, complete with turn-of-the-twentieth-century furnishings and customs. The staff, or, as Mr. Morris said, the “hired help,” was supposed to wear period clothing, and they had to behave like the underlings of those times. Modern technology was not allowed, at least not during work hours. escort bayan Cell phones, laptops, tablets, iPods, e-Readers, or whatever new gadget was currently hot in the market, were not allowed in the premises. All staff members would live like in the old days—no ifs or buts. That was the main reason Millie was there. She would be a consultant of sorts, imparting information on the manners and mores of the early 1900s. She had gone to college for this very purpose. Her dream, one she’d thought lost, was finally coming true.

She paid the cab driver and scooted out of the car, a small suitcase in hand, slamming the door shut. The autumn chill hit her face, making her shudder a little. She had no idea what to expect from this place, but at least they wouldn’t involve lonely nights in front of the television, avoiding the horrified gazes of both strangers and acquaintances whenever she made a halfhearted attempt to be social.

Gathering her courage, she shuffled over to the entrance, glancing over her shoulder at the cab as it sped away. Great. Now she had to stay. There was no going back. She would have to talk with others, and they would catch a glimpse of her face. Time to face the music.

She covered her right cheek with her chestnut-brown hair and hoped for the best. Perhaps Mr. Morris had warned the staff members about her appearance, and told them to ignore her half-covered face. It had been bad enough getting strange looks from Mr. Morris during the first half of the interview—looks of terror, followed by something resembling pity—she didn’t want the same reaction from all of her colleagues. In any event, she would avoid socializing as much as humanly possible. She was here to work, not make friends.

Clutching her purse and suitcase, Millie smoothed down her black turtleneck sweater and knee-length skirt and craned her neck to take in the massive scope of the house. It resembled a Victorian castle—with graying stones and large windows. The sun had set, the sky turning into the bluish shade of twilight. The faint moonlight shone above, casting a phantom-like shadow across the house.

Something flew up from the roof. Crows. Their cawing echoed through the air.

Fighting off a shiver, Millie stalked up the great stone steps that led to a large wooden door. She rapped the great brass knocker, which was roughly the size of a bowling ball, and just as heavy.

Calm yourself, Millie. This may be your one and only chance to make things happen. To make money. To have a career. To have a life.

The heavy oak door swung open, revealing an aging, heavyset, glum-looking woman wearing a turn-of-the-century version of a maid’s uniform. She even wore one of those ugly white caps made popular by spinsters during the late Victorian era. The woman sighed and glared at Millie, wiping her large hands on her dirty white apron.

Millie smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Apprehension took over, and now she wished she had stayed home. “Hello, I’m here for the—”

“You must be Melinda Foster,” the woman cut in, her voice hoarse and sharp. “Mr. Morris has been expecting you. Follow me.”

She followed the woman through an enormous foyer where a double staircase was situated. The staircase was divided into two sections, left and right. A faint breeze from a slightly open window stirred the air, crinkling the crystals of an enormous chandelier just above her head. Millie gasped. The house was enormous, not to mention gorgeous. All of it. Even in its deteriorated stated, it looked grand and imposing. It was something right out of a Bronte novel—Thornfield Hall come alive. For a second, Millie beamed with hope. Maybe coming here hadn’t been such a bad idea after all.

“Watch your step, hon,” the woman croaked, glancing over her shoulder at Millie. “Stairs haven’t been fixed yet.”

The stairs seemed endless, and they creaked with each step. Millie had gone three stories now, and she was fighting the urge to pant. She hadn’t done this much exercise since… Come to think of it, she had never done this much exercise, period. After all, watching TV and reading novels all day long didn’t require a great deal of physical activity.

Over the banister, she could see the polished hard-wood floors shine down below. She reached the top of the stairs and encountered a large painting of a man and a woman in Victorian clothing on a wall facing the landing. The woman was seated, and the man stood behind her, one large hand on her delicate shoulder and the other one behind his back. The woman’s titian-colored hair was wrapped in an elaborate chignon, pretty ringlets spilled down her delicate shoulders. She wore a blue gown, the neckline so low her breasts looked as if they were about to pop out of the confinements. She was beautiful—ethereally so, with eyes as large and hazel as Millie’s.

The man on the painting was the exact opposite of the woman. He was tall, dark, handsome and mysterious-looking. His dark eyes were slightly narrowed, as if in brooding contemplation. altıparmak escort Millie stopped in front of the painting, transfixed. Were these the original owners? Were they—?

“That’s Alexander Benjamin Ashford III and his wife Meredith,” the maid informed her. “The original lord and lady of the Ashford manor.” Her eyes twinkled with amusement when she added, “They say that this place is haunted, that Mr. Ashford’s ghost drifts from room to room at night, looking for innocent girls to uh… quench his ghostly needs.” She threw her head back and laughed as if she’d said the funniest, cleverest thing in the world.

Millie said nothing as she turned her gaze back to the picture. There was something eerily familiar about them. Uneasiness pierced her; she didn’t know why. Crossing her arms over her chest to ward off a shudder, she started after the maid, who was still chuckling to herself.

They walked down a long corridor to a large wooden door. The faux-maid knocked on the door and waited. Sighing, Millie cast a curious glance at her surroundings. The corridor was dimly lit, giving the hallway an unearthly, spooky appearance. To the far left, there was a set of double doors, secured by an old lock. The doors looked like they hadn’t been opened since the house burned down a hundred years ago.

“Where do those doors lead?” Millie asked.

The maid’s brows furrowed, her lips thinned. “That’s the main bedchamber. It was completely destroyed in the fire. The owners were unable to restore it and the doors must be locked at all times.”

At that moment, the door in front of them swung open, revealing Mr. Morris in his best Edwardian finery. He looked like the real-life version of the Monopoly Man. “Ah, Miss Foster. I’ve been expecting you. Do come in.” He sounded like a bad Shakespearean actor.

He moved aside to let Millie in. She swept past the maid and let herself in, but not before glancing back at the two double doors on the far left… and catching sight of something odd. A shadow crossed past the doors. The silhouette of a man in a black cloak. Cold fear surged through her, and she momentarily froze.

“Did—did you see that?” she asked, gasping.

“See what?” the maid said, glancing at the double doors. Mr. Morris frowned.

Millie closed her eyes for a second and shook her head. No, it was nothing. It was just her imagination—she was seeing things that weren’t there. It wouldn’t be the first time. She opened her eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath.

“Nothing,” she answered wearily. “I thought I saw something.”

“Mr. Ashford’s ghost, perhaps?” the maid asked, a hint of amusement glimmering in her beady blue eyes. Millie turned pale.

“Marla,” Mr. Morris said warningly.

“Sorry, boss.”

Millie sighed. She hadn’t been here for fifteen minutes and was already regretting her choice. Was it too late to call a cab and go back home?

Wary, she moved past Mr. Morris and rushed into his office.

There she is, after all this time. Such a long wait, but it was worth every second of it. I would have waited forever for her though. Forever wouldn’t have been enough. In actuality, I’d only waited one hundred years—a century of solitude, pain and hatred for the woman who ruined my life and turned me into the mere apparition that I am now. I can’t reverse this curse, nor am I allowed to rest in peace, so why should she carry on with a new life, in a new body, while I waste away in the ruins of our old home?

Meredith, my darling, my sweet torment. You have no idea what is in store for you. This is karma calling, and it’s here to collect.

By definition, karma is payback for actions committed in a previous life. And I—Alexander Benjamin Ashford III—is karma personified. You, Meredith, will pay for everything you did to me, and I’ll do it the same way you had done it. First I will seduce you, and then I will crush you to bits. I’ll give you pleasure like you’ve never experienced before, and then I shall take it all away. You will be scarred in the inside as well as out. Your vanity has been taken away, and now it is your soul that shall be possessed. And you will carry that pain with you for as long as you live, which will be a very long time. I will make sure of that. My curse, this damnation I’ve been forced to endure for so many years, has finally worked in my favor.

It is time, my darling. Brace yourself. Let the seduction begin!

Millie heard a soft rasp on her bedroom door and twisted around in time to see Marla enter the room carrying towels and blankets. She dropped it on the bed and then frowned at Millie.

“Why are you in bed?” she inquired. “It’s only six o’clock. Don’t you want to go downstairs and meet the rest of the staff? Dinner is going to bed served in an hour.”

Millie shuddered at the thought of meeting people. “No, I—I’m still tired from my trip.”

“So you’d rather have your dinner here?”

“I’m actually not that hungry.”

Marla nodded. “Well, mudanya escort rest up all you can then. There’s an early morning meeting tomorrow. Mr. Morris has a big announcement to make.”

“What announcement?”

“Something about revamping the club’s theme, but I’m sure he’ll tell us all about it tomorrow.” She glanced around the room and sighed. “All right, I’ll let you get some sleep now. If you change your mind about dinner, just pull the bell and I’ll be right up with the tray.”

Millie nodded a thank you, her big cotton nightshirt crumpling around her waist as she sat up in bed. “Marla?”

Marla was about to leave the room when she turned. “Yes?”

“Those people in the portrait. You know, Mr. and Mrs.—”

“The Ashfords?” Marla cut in.

Millie sat up straighter in bed, bending her knees to her chest. “Yes. That thing you said about—”

“Alex’s ghost?” Marla finished for her again. “I was just messing with you, kid. Don’t worry about it.”

“But is it true?” Millie persisted. “I mean, have people said anything about Mr. Ashford’s ghost haunting this house?”

Marla smiled and, smoothing her hands on her apron, nodded. “What, are you afraid of ghosts?”

I’m afraid of many things, but not particularly of ghosts. “N—no. I was just wondering. This is an old house, and I’ve heard quite a few things about it. So is any of it true?”

“Depends on what you’ve heard.” Marla moved to the front of the bed, her hands inside the pockets of her apron. “But if you’re referring to Alex’s ghost, well… there have been stories. Many stories, actually. Naughty stories, if you get my meaning. I don’t think you’d want to hear any of it—”

“Oh, but I would!” It was her turn to interrupt. Then, upon hearing her own words, her cheeks flushed pink and she looked down at her hands. “What I mean is, I wouldn’t mind hearing about them.”

“The stories are quite… explicit.”

Millie sighed. “I… don’t mind.”

Marla shrugged and moved over to the bed where she plopped unceremoniously on to the mattress. “All right, if you insist.”

She settled in bed, next to Millie, and wrapping herself around one of the blankets that she had deposited upon the bed, she settled down in front of Millie and stared into the distance. “There was one particular story that presumably took place just five years after the house’s left wing was engulfed in flames. A nice family moved in from France. I believe their name was Deveraux. A middle-aged married couple with an eighteen-year-old daughter. They only used the house’s right wing. Most of it was habitable at the time, and the lands were so beautiful and the gardens so picturesque during the summer that the couple didn’t think twice about moving in. The smell of smoke had gone and everything looked almost normal again. They moved to America hoping to improve their finances. The daughter was going to marry a wealthy merchant from Boston. The wedding date was set up and everything. But suddenly the girl—her name was Sabine—began to behave strangely. She seldom left her bedroom, and when she did, she hardly spoke. She no longer seemed excited about her wedding. She grew more withdrawn with time, spending every single waking moment in her bedroom, and no one knew why.”

Millie fidgeted in her bed, absently flattening the hair that fell across her right cheek. She had a feeling she already knew where the story was heading.

“The reason she never left the room,” Marla continued, “had three words—or is it four? Maybe five? Anyway, it was Alexander Benjamin Ashford III. He visited her bedroom, demanded sexual favors from her, then left her for days and days at a time, driving the poor girl mad with heartbreak and longing. The more aloof Alex’s ghost was, the more desperate the girl became. It all ended one terrible night—the night Sabine went in to her parent’s bedchamber.”

Marla paused, rubbed her hands together, and turned inquisitive eyes to Millie. “Are you sure you want to hear the rest of this?”

Impatient, but not wanting to seem rude, Millie nodded. “Please, do. I love ghost stories.”

“This isn’t your typical ghost story.”

“I know,” Millie smiled. “And that is why I want to hear it. Please continue.”

Marla rubbed her hands together again, a playful smile teasing her lips. “Sabine had heard strange sounds coming from her parents’ bedroom. It wasn’t the usual sound of her father’s loud snoring, but a different sound altogether. This sound filled Sabine with dread, for she knew that something peculiar was going on. Turning the doorknob, Sabine entered her parents’ room, only to stop in her tracks when she heard the unmistakable groan of pleasure from her mother, swiftly followed by a pleading moan. For a mortifying moment, she thought she had walked in on her parents during their intimacy and was about to walk out when a figure stepped from the shadows and situated himself in front of Mrs. Deveraux. The girl’s mother was on the bed, her brown hair fanning out like a blanket behind her. Her legs were raised almost level with her hips while her fingers traced lazy circles around her full breasts. The figure before her just stood there and watched, his eyes drawn to the area between the woman’s legs where the glistening, swollen lips of her vagina lay parted.

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Someone Like You

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Babes

CH. 1

“I’m tired of being alone.”

Elizabeth Anne Gorden announced to her three best friends while at their usual Saturday lunch date. Looking down at her food that she no longer had a taste for, she pushed the plate away. Giving her full attention back to the ladies sitting around her she waited for their response.

All she got was two sighs and a grumble. “Really you guys are not going to say anything, I need your guidance or I could start my cat collection and the age of 23 how about that?”

“Izzy what do you expect us to say you haven’t have a decent date since you broke up with Sean at the end of our first year of college. You never told us why you broke up with him and we all were ready for the two of you two get married. Then you disappeared for three months, we didn’t know where you were and when you came back you didn’t explain anything to us your, best friends. Now you want our help come on.” Jessica took a deep breath.

“Jess you didn’t have to go so hard on her. Look Izzy you know we want what’s best for you but you have to admit it’s been like a revolving door down there lately.” Zoe said laughing in her thick Puerto Rican/New York accent.

“ZOE!” Sara shirked. “You’re no better than Jessica. She serious and I think she wants our help or she wouldn’t be telling us. Now Izzy you need to explain to us what exactly you mean.”

”Thank you Sara and Zoe I have only slept with two of those guys bringing my number to three. We can’t say the same about you now can we?” Izzy had to think about this one even though her friend were all right with there comment it didn’t make her feel any better about herself. The vision she had of her life at this point wasn’t living up to her expectations. Career wise she was where she wants to be as a nurse in the emergency of a local Children’s Hospital. She lives in a nice condo in the meat packing district and owned her own car but something just didn’t click. ‘What do I want’ she asked herself and as she glanced over to the pregnant couple sitting next to them it clicked.

“I want that. I want to go home at night to more than just Bailey wanting for me to fill her bowl after a long day at work. I want, no wait scratch that, I need a man there waiting for me when I get there to hear how my day went and to rub ma feet.”

“Chica I keep telling you not even our manicurist wants to touch those things.” Zoe giggled.

“But you love that fat ball of fur you call a cat.” Jessica snorted.

“Zoe stay focused.” Sara said hitting her with her elbow as she patted Izzy’s hand. “Well sweetie, you need to start taking the guys you’ve been dating more serious if you want find that one for you.”

“I know Sara and I try but there’s just something that’s missing from them.” She sighed. “Why can’t I find him? He’s out there isn’t he? And Jess I do love my cat just because she doesn’t like you doesn’t mean you have to be nasty towards her. Zoe if you don’t stay off my feet. You don’t hear me saying anything about your ever changing eyebrows I mean we aren’t five anymore its not ok for you to still continue to experiment with them. “

“Boom she told you!” Jessica laughed.

Zoe’s hand shot up to her eyebrows. “You always go for the low blow Izzy. I put to much Nair yesterday, does it really look that bad I have a date tonight?”

“That’s what you get and no they don’t look that bad I just wanted you to she how it felt.” She laughed.

“Ok, back to the subject at hand. Izzy you need to let go and not be so frigid be more open don’t allow your fears to stop you from trying new thing.” Sara said not wanting to be sidetracked.

“Let me tell you why she doesn’t try to get to know these guys that she dates. Their not 6’4 with sea green and blue eyes, dark brown hair, perfectly tanned with creamy skin, and a surfer body that knows how to make her cum fifty ways to Sunday. See basically none of these guys she goes out with is Sean Matthews and will never be.” Jessica said with a smirk on her face as everyone stares at her stone faced. “Then tell me I’m lying and I won’t talk anymore but you can’t because you know I’m right.”

“JESSICA can you please leave Sean’s name out of our conversation he has nothing to do with this, I moved on a long time ago from my relationship with him so stop bring him up!” She practically yelled but caught herself when she noticed people were staring at her.

“My bad damn Elizabeth, I was just stating the fact you don’t have to be so aggressive.” Sara rolled her eyes.

“I’m ready to go were’s the waiter so I can pay the bill it is my turn right?” Sara said looking around the restaurant for to signal the waiter for the bill. After she got his attention and paid for their meal she stood hugging her friend’s goodbye then left them sitting there. As she walked she could hear Sara fussing with Jessica and Zoe as she walked away.

“Now look what you two did; she’s leaving and her feelings are more than likely hurt! Are you proud of yourselves?” Sara asked look at both of them.

“No bursa escort hice nada (I did nothing). This time it was all Jess’ fault.” Looking at Jessica she say

“Sometimes you need to let things go. We agreed to let her tell us what happened that summer when she’s ready. Siempre tienes que empujar boca grande. (You always have to push, big mouth).”

“Shut up Zoe, if you have a say in it you never do anything.” Giving Zoe the finger she then turned to Sara. “You really need to stop babying her. We know something happened to her that summer and she needs to talk about it. Keeping that shit in doesn’t help her. It’s been four years when will she be ready?”

“Y no oivides el hecho de que su entrometido.” (And don’t forget the fact that you’re nosey.) Zoe mumbled.

That was the last part of the conversation she was able to hear before she got to far away.

************

Never mind I’ll find someone like I wish nothing but the best for you to don’t forget me I beg I remember you said sometimes it lasts in love but sometime it hurts instead.

Sometimes I wonder why I bought this damn CD. Izzy thought to herself as she drove home, after leaving the restaurant she went the grocery store to pick up a couple thing for her house. Now 3 blocks away from home Adele has her thinking about the one person she tries so hard to forget.

4 years 7 months ago

“Babe hurry I want to get on the Ferris wheel before the line get to long!” Elizabeth was like a kid in a candy story she was so cute. With finals over at last she could finally unwind with the one person that makes her feel free Sean.

“Izzy slow down we just got her there is no need to rush I thought you said in the car that you were hungry how about we go get something to eat and check out some of the venders first don’t you want me to win you one of those over stuffed bear?” Sean was trying his best to steer to get her to go in the opposite direction.

“If we do it now we won’t have to worry about it for the rest of the night and I know how much you hate getting on the Ferris Wheel but you know I’ll hold you hand the whole time and if you lucky I’ll even give you a kiss.” She teased as she walked them close to the ride.

“Who said anything about being scared I just thought you would want to eat first. But if you want to get on the ride lets go and I’ll tell you this I’ll be cashing in on that kiss and I want it all.”

“You can’t have it all we’re in public there’s kids here.” Izzy said laughing and blushing all at the same time.

“Wanna bet, bring that ass and let’s get this over with now.”

As Sean paid for the tickets she stood in the line watch all the girls around him wonder where they could find a guy like him. She love Sean with every fiber of her soul in the three years they’d been together they had yet to have a serious argument about anything. They had started dating the summer after their sophomore year in high school following an incident where he nearly mowed her down with his power scooter but luckily for her she jumped out of his way. Once he got finished begging her not to tell his parent and noticed how beautiful she was that was all she wrote then been stuck like glue. She’d never been close with anyone other than Sara, Jessica, and Zoe that all changed after that summer.

“Stop thinking about me.” Sean caught her day dreaming so he decided to sneak up behind her after kissing her neck he turned her to face him. He started walking her backward as the line began moving again. “Have I told you how sexy you look in this little white skirt and the girls they are phenomenal in this top. I just want to suck on them so bad.” Kissing her again but this time at that spot right next to her ear making her moan from deep in her throat while still try to push him away. “How about we blow this joint and go back to my place and I relieve you of these clothes.”

“Sean, baby wait we can not do this here remember you got us kick out of the movies last week because of this now take your hands off my ass and back away for my neck. I not ready to go and if we keep this up that is what will happen.” She blew him a kiss as she filled the gap that they’d caused in the line.

Sean stood watching he walk away giving him some time so the erection that he worked up could go do. It always amazed him how strong his love and attraction was toward her was. His caramel queen as he would call her when they where making love. She stood 5’7 with dark brown hair her eyes were the color of melted caramel and skin looked like roasted almonds on a cold winter day. Now her body was out of this world 38DD’s that stood at perfect attention, a flat stomach, small waist, and an ass that sat just right in her pant’s it made him want to squeeze every time he saw her. Snapping himself of the day dream he closed the gap that formed between the two of them. As the rides conductor helped her into the seat of the ride Sean took a deep breath and prepared himself for the dreadful ride.

“Stop being a baby and bursa escort get on the ride.” Izzy with a big smile on her face patted the open space next to her.

As their seat raised into the night sky a sense of peace come over Sean this is what he wanted for the rest of their lives. He knew that this young woman sitting next to him was going to eventually be his wife and give him many babies. If it was up to him they would have already been married with a baby on the way but knowing how important getting a degree is to her made him put off asking her until to marry him until the graduate.

“I love you.” Snuggling up next Sean Izzy kissed his cheek.

Getting off the Farris wheel they strolled hand in hand to the area designated for food.

“I want popcorn and a hotdog with extra sautéed onions.”

“I’m going to have some cotton candy and a ginger ale, my stomach hurts a little.” Izzy told Sean as to walk up to the food booth.

“I told you that we shouldn’t have gone on the ride. Now you don’t feel well. We should leave after this; you should go home and sleep.” Sean said while rubbing her shoulders.

“I’m not ready to leave yet. It will be better after I have the ginger ale. And it wasn’t the ride I have been feeling well on and off for a will I just haven’t said anything.” She said in a slight whisper preparing herself for his reaction.

He paid the lady in the booth and took their food to a bench.

“Ok, so you been sick and haven’t told anyone that something wasn’t right with you. Does that make any sense to you because that makes absolutely none to me.”

“This is way I didn’t say anything to you. You’re ready to send me to the emergency for nothing but an upset stomach. You have to remember that I have been stressed out over finals and all that stuff I’ll fine.”

Kissing her chin he got up and took their thrash away.

“I want to go buy some things.” Izzy walk towards him while stuffing cotton candy into her mouth.

By the time they got to the care Izzy had a little of everything that included a purple hand stitched throw quilt for her couch, homemade jams, seasons and hot sauce to last her for the next six months.

“All I want to do is take a shower and go to bed. This was fun thank you.”

As they pulled up to Sean’s apartment Izzy was fast asleep and he didn’t want to wake her so he took the stuff inside then came back; carried her to the bedroom gently laid her on the bed and took off her clothes/shoes. After taking of all his clothes were off he pulled her into his arms and went to sleep.

The next morning when Izzy woke it was to an empty bed, the smell of coffee and bile rising from the pit of her stomach as she ran to the toilet all she could this is that this is getting old and well will it end. Making sure nothing looked out of place and no remnants of her upset stomach lingered. Then she took a quick shower; put on some comfortable clothes. She headed to the kitchen.

“You’re finally awake. I made your favorite for breakfast, French toast!” Turning as she walking into the kitchen with a plate of fresh French toast he walked up to her and gave her a kiss.

“Umm, I’m not that hungry yet but it smells so good and I now you wanted to spend the day together but I have to go do some stuff that I forgot about.” Avoiding eye contact she started gathering her things trying to make a quick exit.

“Wait a minute, you just woke up and we were going to spend the day watching the entire Batman series we’ve been planning this for week. Your acting weird, what’s the matter with you?” Sean asked as he followed her around his apartment.

“It’s nothing I swear I just have some stuff that I have to get done before we go to the Hamptons to meet up with everyone else. Just call Mike and tell him to come over, he probable isn’t doing anything with his time anyway. Stop pouting I’ll be back in time for us to leave.” Giving him a quick kiss she was gone. His gut told him something was absolutely not right.

As Izzy started her car she gave herself a peep talk “Elizabeth Anne pull it together you could be totally fine”. Taking a deep breath she pulled off and headed straight to Target. What she didn’t tell Sean was that while she was in the shower it dawned that her period was missing in action and she was scared shitless. As she rushed to pick-up three pregnancy test one of each of the best ones. She drove as fast as she could to her apartment saying a little pray. Drinking two glasses of fruit punch she waited for that urge to pee. After the third test came back positive she speed dialed her doctor and made an emergency appointment.

At the doctor’s office the nurse called her name faster than she expected and she was more than happy.

“So Elizabeth what brings you into our office today you file show that you’re not due for a checkup for next six months?” The smiling nurse asked.

“I failed three pregnancy test this morning and I need to be sure.” As tear ran down her face she felt like her escort bayan chest would implode.

“Hey, look at me you’re going to be ok we’ll give you a couple of test and see what’s doing in there and then you go from there don’t work yourself up.

Twenty minutes later her doctor walked into the exam room with a smile on her face.

“I have great news Elizabeth you six weeks pregnant.”

Not blinking she thanked her doctor and left the office. Dialing Sara’s number she told her that she wouldn’t be able to make it to the Hampton all for the summer and to tell Jessica as well as Zoe that she was sorry and to have fun. Then she sent

Sean a text telling him she would be over in a few minutes. Pulling up to Sean’s building she prepared herself for what was about to go down.

Sean opened the door as Izzy walked towards his door. “What happened Sara just called and said that you canceled on her. We’ve been going to the Hamptons since junior year; so what went down between you leaving here and running your errands.”

“You want to know what happened. I figure out that I don’t want to be in this pointless relationship anymore and you like a weight that’s making me drown fast so this is the end of us. So lose my number don’t call me anymore, don’t visit my parents and don’t call my friends looking for me because they won’t know anything. Am I clear?” With tear running down her face she packed as much as the duffle bag that she had at his house could hold. “I’ll have my dad send someone to pick-up the rest of my thing later on in the week.”

“ELIZABETH WAIT A MOTHERFUCKING MINUTE! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO WALKING IN HERE TELL ME THIS BULLSHIT AND EXPECT ME TO BE OK WITH IT! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED WITHIN THE TWO HOUR YOUR WERE GONE?” Sean surprised himself by yelling at her but he didn’t know what else to do. The love of his life was walking out the door and he had no clue as to what to do.

Calmly Izzy explained. “Sean you’re sucking the life out of me I can’t do this anymore. We’ll turn into a love less couple that has nothing in common. Let’s just cut our losses and end this while it’s still good.” And with that she walked out the door.

When Izzy got home she called her mom and told her to let their family in St. Croix, USVI know that she would be spending the summer with them also to tell the family pilot that she would be ready to go by six. Her mom questioned her sudden need to go the island; all she told her was that she needed to get away and to send her dad to get the remaining items from Sean house sometime this week.

Sitting in her living room she searched the phone book for local abortion clinic. The whole time telling herself that she she’ll be ok and that this was for the best. Following six calls and receiving dates that would be too far away she away the last call gave her an even better answer than she expected they had a cancellation so she to the spot. After taking another shower and packing two bags she left the house.

As she laid on the table waiting for the pain medication to set in once that happened everything went into fast forward. The doctor came in asked a few questions a nurse held her hand and ten minutes later she was waiting for the nurse to clear her to leave. “Elizabeth, this has officially been the longest day of your life.”

Tear for the life she just took slide down her face but she shook the away. “I did what I had to do for me.” That was the justification she gave herself to move on.

Before the plane took off she called her cell phone company and changed her number then she text everyone except for Sean her number, told her friend not to worry about her then she turned her phone off for the rest of the summer. This was she needed island food, sun and her grandma.

By the time the summer was over her self healing process was completed and even though she did give him her knew Sean had finally stop calling after leaving a heart retching voicemail that almost had her on the next smoking thing back to New York but she caught herself.

************

Nothing compares, no worries or cares Regrets and mistakes, they’re memories made Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste? Never mind, I’ll find someone like you wish nothing but the best for you Don’t forget me, I begged, I remember you said Sometimes it last in love, but sometimes it hurts instead.

By the time she snapped out of her daydream she was already parked in her spot, as she got out her car she took the c.d. with her. Thinking Adele you ain’t ever lie girl. When she opened the door to her condo her beautiful cat was there to great her at the door.

“Hey, baby did you miss mommy. I know I missed you. Let’s go to the kitchen so I can put the groceries down.” Like she knew what Izzy was saying Bailey prance ahead she closed and looked the door. As she walked into the kitchen she hit play on the answering machine, dropped the bags on the counter and picked up Bailey. The answer machine played: ‘You have four missed calls’

1. “Elizabeth Anne Gorden this is your mother, yes you know the one that gave birth to you? You need to call me. You’re my only child and I don’t talk to you enough. Ok, so if you don’t call me by tomorrow I will send you father to get you and I mean this. Good night.”

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She’d just exited the shower when she heard the code to her room being punched in. Her ears had become attuned to the sound over the past few days; she didn’t like anyone sneaking up on her.

As she unwrapped the towel from her damp hair, the door seemed to burst open, hitting the wall and bouncing back. Even though she’d expected someone to enter, the violent movement made her heart jump and blood race. She watched, wide-eyed, as Adrian entered.

The door slammed shut.

She began trembling. She didn’t know why, but she instinctively knew something was wrong. Adrian simply stood there, staring at her. His eyes were slightly red and the muscles on his biceps were straining. Eerie green veins seemed to be popping up on his neck, making her think of the incredible hulk. She tried to swallow her fear as his eyes roamed over her.

Then he was striding forward.

She backed up. Several steps, in fact. She felt like she was being rushed by a wild animal. There was danger reflected in his eyes and she was much too smart to stand her ground.

Her back hit the bathroom door just as his hand closed around her throat. The towel dropped from her hands as she reached up to claw at him. His fingers were slowly cutting off the flow of air to her lungs. She was going to die. She could feel it happening. She could see the intent in his navy eyes. He was in a rage about something and he wouldn’t give up until…

He kissed her. It took her several moments to comprehend the change. His hand lifted from her throat and he was kissing her, backing her against the door, lifting her. She was light-headed from the lack of air and could not muster the strength to push him away. His hands seemed to be everywhere, tugging at her, pulling, fondling roughly.

It was all a blur to her. She was still concentrating on breathing. She could feel herself clinging to him, trying to get her world straight. Then she felt heat scorch through her body and everything around her became very still.

She could hear her rapid breathing, her erratic heartbeat. She could feel his too, beating a tattoo rhythm against her. His lips were buried in her neck, biting, nibbling, kissing. And she whimpered, a soft sound that she did not recognize as her own.

His hands delved under her tank top to caress her breasts. As she usually went to bed without a bra, he was allowed easy access to the sensitive mounds. She moaned deep in her throat when he pinched the tight nub, sending sparks of pain and pleasure through her body.

He carried her over to the bed and deposited her on it. The jolt she received from bouncing on the bed made her snap out of the sexual haze he’d fogged her with. She stared up at him with eyes clouded with confusion.

As he shed his shirt and jeans, she couldn’t help but notice the beautiful contours of his chest. Before, she’d thought he didn’t have six a pack. But as he leaned down to pull his jeans off, his torso muscles flexed, revealing a perfectly contoured chest.

But when he slid onto the bed, she moved away. She wasn’t intoxicated enough to think that any of this was right.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked, her voice tight and hoarse.

He simply reached over and pulled her back, straddling her in one swift move.

“Stop it!” she yelled, pushing at his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh to inflict maximum pain.

He growled low in his throat and captured both her hands above her head, pinning her to the bed.

She struggled against him, trying to use her hips to buck him off.

“Stop struggling, princess. You know it’s going to be no use.”

But his words only made her struggle more.

As her knee came close to his crotch, he held her down more forcefully, trapping her legs between his own.

There were tears in her eyes now, glittering in the lamplight. She continued to struggle against him, crying out in pain when she couldn’t dislodge him.

“Why are you doing this?” she repeated, sounding almost defeated.

“Because I want you,” he lied, kissing her neck again. He already knew she had a sensitive spot right there.

“I-I thought you hate me?”

“I lied.”

She opened her mouth to question him more, but he quickly covered it with his, thrusting his tongue deep into her warmth. He kissed her that way for what seemed like hours, trying to shave away her reluctance. When he pulled back, her expression was bemused.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he whispered hoarsely against her lips.

His words were crude, but they made little shocks of electricity run through her body.

“I…” She shook her head, unable to mouth the words.

“Are you sure?”

His fingers moved to her mound and stroked it, making her arch in surprised pleasure. She hadn’t even been aware of him taking her shorts off. She was so sensitive and his touch was making her body so weak and needy. God, had she ever been this sensitive before?

“You’re wet. Why am I not surprised?”

Soft whimpers escaped from her throat as he sifted his görükle escort fingers through her trimmed curls, letting his forefinger brush against her clit periodically. He could feel what his touch was doing to her. Her lips were becoming fuller, her slit coated in her cream. Her body was reacting to his.

“Your body’s begging to be fucked, princess,” he growled, biting down on her earlobe. “Are you sure you don’t want to be fucked?”

Her breath caught. She wanted to shake her head.

Before she could respond, he thrust into her, cleaving that fragile barrier even before he knew it was there. His gaze was every bit as stricken as hers when their eyes met.

It would’ve been so easy. Seduce her, get the tape, blackmail Augustine. It was solid — plan 2.4. He’d seen the vibrator in her room and interpreted it as a sign that she wasn’t a virgin. Apparently, he’d made a huge mistake on that account.

He found that he could not meet her gaze. He’d stolen her virginity from her. So callously. She began crying, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes. She looked so desolate, so pained, so very defeated. She made him feel like a monster — which he probably was.

The last of his anger drained out of him, and with a clear mind, he finally saw the truth of what he’d done. He’d raped her. He’d raped a virgin.

He laid his forehead against hers, trying to take in a calming breath. He was still buried inside her heat. She was still pulsing around him to the rhythm of her heartbeat, coating him with her wetness.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, brushing the tears from her eyes.

“W-what?” she asked, stunned. More tears flowed from her eyes.

“Hush. Stop that.” His voice was gruff as he dashed away the remainder of her tears.

He moved slightly inside her and her breath caught.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, watching the play of emotions cross her face.

“Not really,” she admitted, staring up at him with confusion in her eyes. She didn’t know what to make of him. Damn, he didn’t know what to make of himself. Which idiot would assault a woman and then ask if she was all right? Shit, he was going crazy!

He moved inside her slowly, watching as her pupils dilated in pleasure. He buried his lips in her neck and her eyelids fluttered shut. He released her hands and she immediately curled it around his neck, holding on for the ride, pulling him closer. He picked up the pace, raising her legs to curl around his waist. Soft whimpers left her throat and those sexy little sounds spurred him on.

He sucked on his index finger and brought it to her clit, making her buck under him. The circular motions of his fingers quickened, and she drew in a sharp breath, tensing. Her sheath closed over him so tightly that it was almost painful.

The look of ecstasy on her face got to him. With a low growl, he spurted in her sensitized sheath, triggering a riot of mini-orgasms in her body.

Minutes later, he pulled on his jeans and grabbed his shirt. She still lay on the bed, curled into a ball. His eyes met hers and he saw the confusion in them, the helplessness. Not wanting to deal with it, he left the room, making sure he locked it down.

Only then did he cover his face with his hands. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the hell had he done?

*

Lucio started as the door to the surveillance room opened. Adrian strode in and scowled when he saw that the monitor to the princess’s room was off. He reached over and flicked it on. She was still lying in the same position that he’d left her in.

“So you did it,” Lucio commented, his voice betraying none of the anger he was feeling. He’d told Adrian from the start that the girl was an innocent and deserved no punishment for what her father had done. But had his brother listened? No.

Adrian didn’t reply. Instead, he said, “I want the tape.”

Lucio gave him a curt nod. They’d been through this plan before.

“By seven. I’ll see you in the meeting room.” His hand was on the doorknob when he paused and turned again, “Bring the princess.”

*

He got the tape ready in record time and burned it into a CD. Bull stepped into the surveillance room for his shift just as Lucio put the CD into a case.

“Mama sent you her cookies,” Bull said as he shut the door. In his hand was a tin full of his mother’s chocolate chip and macadamia nut cookies. As children, Lucio would haunt the Matteo household every baking day, waiting for Mama to break out a new batch of cookies so he could pounce on them. He never really grew out of that cookie-eating phase.

“Thanks,” he said, reaching for the tin.

“Any change?” Bull asked, turning his attention to the cameras. When he spotted Tressa on the bed, naked, he raised an eyebrow. She’d never been one to sleep naked; he should know, since he’d been monitoring her sleeping habits.

Lucio cleared his throat. “Yes, actually. Adrian carried out plan 2.4 a few minutes ago.”

“What?” Bull’s sharp exclamation reverberated through the room.

“He’s calling a meeting for bursa sınırsız escort 0700. He’ll inform all of you about the progress then.”

Bull ran a hand over his smooth head in agitation. “How could he do that without discussing with the team first?”

Lucio sighed, sharing Bull’s sentiment. “I think he snapped. After we watched the video… he lost it a little. He had that look in his eyes… I didn’t think I could stop him even if I wanted to.”

Bull’s fist came down hard on the table, toppling the pencil holder. “So he raped her?”

“Not really.”

Bull’s eyes narrowed. “Then it was consensual?”

Lucio swallowed. “Not really.”

“Then what the hell was it?”

It was Lucio’s turn to run his hands through his hair. “I don’t know, ok? She was responding to him, and that’s all we need.”

The dark man sat down heavily on his chair.

“You agreed to this, Bull. When we formulated the plan, you agreed to 2.4.”

“I know, god damnit!”

Lucio took the other chair and straddled it. “Look, I know how you feel. She’s innocent. She doesn’t deserve this. Adrian knows that too. But there’s really no other way to threaten that bastard. We want him on his toes.”

Bull flicked a button and zoomed in on her, lying on the bed.

“Look at her, man. She’s broken.”

Lucio flicked the screen off and turned Bull in his direction.

“That girl’s father is the bastard that bombed the court where your father was standing. Her father is responsible for making your mother a widow. Can you forgive that?”

The wounds, though over thirty years old, were not buried. They still burned like someone poured salt water on them. Bull shut his eyes. “No, I can’t.”

“I can’t, either. Neither can Adrian. We’re all fighting for one cause here. Adrian is doing his best to ensure we get justice. He needs everyone on board.”

“I am on board. It’s just…” His voice trailed off.

“Just what?”

“She reminds me of my sister.”

When Lucio said nothing, Bull continued. “I feel like I need to protect her.”

“Well, she’s not Rose and you don’t have to protect her. Just remind yourself that her family is responsible for the death of your father and your relatives. It should give you enough ammo to move forward.”

There was a long silence as Bull stared into a blank screen. Then he cleared his throat and said, “Yeah, thanks, man.”

Luc slapped him on the back. “Stay strong.”

*

Ok, so he didn’t really believe what he told Bull. The girl was an innocent. She shouldn’t be put through this shit. But he wasn’t going to spoil his brother’s plans by sympathizing with the enemy. He was smarter than that. It had taken the family 30 years to get here, and he wasn’t going to ruin it for them all.

Looking around the corridor to make sure no one was coming, he quickly punched in the code to her room and entered. She was not on the bed as he’d last seen her. Instead, he heard the shower running.

He moved forward to sit on the bed, but froze awkwardly mid-way when he saw the stains on the bedsheet. Blood. Her blood. Had she been a virgin? It was impossible. They’d seen the toy in her room… and yet…

The water stopped running. Luc looked from the bed to the chair repeatedly then chose to stand in the middle of the room instead. When she exited the shower in her tank top and shorts, he stood awkwardly with the tin of cookies in one hand.

When she saw him, her eyes widened in panic and she moved backwards, trying to get away from him.

“No, no, no.” He backed away slowly, showing her that he meant no harm. “I wanted to give you something.”

She stopped and looked at him suspiciously. He attempted a smile and failed miserably.

“Here,” he said, passing her the tin. She didn’t reach out for it. She looked at it, then back at him.

“They’re cookies. Bull’s mama made them. They’re wonderful. She puts little bits of Cadbury chocolate in them and chunks of macadamia nuts…”

She looked at him as though he’d lost a couple of crucial brain cells.

“Bull gave them to me and I thought you might like some. Here.” He popped the tin open and handed it to her. She still didn’t move and continued to eye him warily.

“Well, I’ll just set it down here then.” He put it on the bed. “You can eat it whenever you want.”

But as the smell from the tin wafted towards him, his mouth watered. Smiling apologetically, he reached into the tin. “I’m just going to take a couple of these.”

He stuffed one in his mouth and grabbed a couple more.

She was now looking at him with a weird expression on her face.

“I’m gonna go,” he said around a mouthful of cookies.

As he opened the door, she called out to him. Her voice was hoarse — from her tears, he knew.

“Thank you.”

He smiled, but it was apologetic. “I hope they make you feel better.”

*

His men gathered in the meeting room at seven sharp. No one was late, except for Lucio, who was bringing nilüfer escort the princess in. Adrian glanced at his watch again, waiting for the two of them to show up.

The men were getting impatient. All of them had important tasks to do — mostly pertaining to security. When they were inside, they had to watch their posts through a camera… it was not the safest thing to do.

It was fifteen past seven when Luc showed up with the princess in tow. She looked bedraggled, with her hair tousled and dressed only in shorts and a tank top. Her lips were fuller than they’d been before. He refused to think about why that was so.

“Have a seat,” he said, his voice sharp.

The princess looked at him, an unreadable expression on her face. Then she looked away, seating herself next to Luc.

“As some of you might already know, plan 2.4 was carried out last night.”

Tressa looked up, wondering what plan 2.4 was. She hoped it didn’t involve bombing or violence of any kind. Just thinking about her country in shambles made her shiver.

“Today, we’re sending Augustine the video. If he does not respect our request, we’ll be sending the video out to all major entertainment industries and shows.”

Tressa frowned and leaned close to Luc. “What tape?” she whispered, but one look at him showed her that the nice, kind guy she’d seen last night was gone. His eyes were hard, cold, like the first time she’d met him.

She leaned back slowly, suddenly quite afraid. The men were all looking at her with weird looks in their eyes. Only Bull stared straight ahead, avoiding eye contact.

Next to her, Luc flicked a key on his laptop and a video played on screen. So, they were going to watch a video. Fine by her.

It took her a while to recognize the room from that angle. When she did, she sat up straighter, her jaw dropping in shock. It was her room. And there she was, lying on the bed, naked, with Adrian covering her body.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

At first, she thought the voice was inside her head. God only knew she’d repeated the scene several times in her mind. But then, she realized that it was actually coming from the video. And she also realized that she’d been making really slutty whimpers at that point.

Her voice filled the room. “Yes, god, Adrian. Fuck me!”

Those words snapped her out of her shocked stupor. Anger effervesced inside her, spilling over as she slammed her palms on the table. They stung badly, but she ignored the pain.

“I did not say those words!” she shouted at the leader. “This is inhumane! I knew it! I knew you had a motive for doing that last night.”

Adrian ignored her and turned to Luc. “Send it off.”

Tressa turned to the younger brother, her stance panicked. “Send it off? Send it off to whom?”

“Why, your father of course.”

Tressa raised petrified eyes to Adrian’s. There was nothing left of the man who had apologized to her last night for hurting her. The man before her was the ruthless, cold, mean-tempered asshole who’d held a hand to her throat last night.

She reached out to grab Luc’s hands as they flew across the keyboard. “Please, don’t.”

Her voice left no doubt that she was begging.

Bull stood and left the room.

Tressa’s eyes pleaded with Luc. He looked over to Adrian.

“Send it.”

“No, please! He’s my father. H-he can’t see this.”

Luc shook her off and did as his brother told him to. When he was done, he closed his laptop and followed Bull out of the room. He didn’t want to look at her. The other members of the team followed suit.

She sat in her chair, stunned. How could anyone…? It had been her first time… He’d raped her and then he’d edited the damn video to make it seem like she’d wanted it?

Tears fell from her eyes, and she didn’t stop them from falling. She was too numb. Her entire body felt frozen. Her father was going to see her having sex. And if he didn’t abdicate the throne, they were going to send the video to the entertainment industry.

It was all too much to take in. It was happening much too fast. She didn’t know how to react. Her shoulders sagged and she covered her eyes with her hands.

When a hand touched her shoulder, she stood and whirled around.

“You have to go back to your room.”

She attacked him. The anger seemed to burst from inside her and she rushed at him with a growl.

He hadn’t been expecting that. She’d looked so helpless, so defeated. He didn’t know how he ended up on the floor with her on top of him, tearing his shirt apart.

“I hate you!” she spat. He didn’t think anyone else had said those three words with that much conviction.

Her hands moved into his hair and she pulled, trying as hard as possible to tear out as much hair as she could by the roots. The pain nearly made his eyes roll back in his head. He’d been punched in the face countless times, but the agony of having his hair pulled was really something close to getting his crotch kicked.

He rolled her under him in one quick move, dislodging her hands from his hair. She wriggled and kicked and spat profanities, but like the night before, it was so easy for him to subdue her. She was small and had little strength.

She spat on him. Right on his cheek. Then she bared her teeth at him like a wild animal.

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I have been happily married to Susan for five years now. I met her as she was starting a new life after a nasty divorce from her first husband. Susan has a daughter named Julie that has just turned eighteen years old and is about to graduate from high school.

Julie has recently transformed from a young schoolgirl to a lovely lady. She sports long dark brown curly hair and a very shapely body with 34D breasts. As her stepfather Julie and I have developed a closeness that is rare. She at times delights in teasing me with her sexy body.

Susan was once again away for the week on business. Her position as a department store manager often requires her to go to Seattle where the regional home office is for meetings. Home alone, I was laying on the floor watching Monday night football and enjoying a couple of tall neck beers. Suddenly the living room door opened and there stood Julie in the dim light. She was wearing short shorts and a white blouse loosely tied above her navel that exposed her very dark suntan. Julie had legs that were smooth and very shapely. I often admired them in secret when I thought Susan and Julie weren’t noticing.

Julie had many boys hanging around her most of the time, but I was sure she was still a virgin. Susan had had her motherly talks with Julie and had mentioned to me that she was worried about Julie’s interest in sex. Susan was sure it wouldn’t be long before Julie would experience sexual pleasures. This had been on my mind for some time also and I secretly wished I could be the man to introduce her to a cock for her first time. Now Julie stood before me in the dim living room light as though a goddess. She slowly approached and kneeled next to me. Reaching out she took the long neck bottle of beer from me and pressed it to her sweet lips. After a long draw from the bottle she escort bursa smiled wiped her lips with the back of her hand and said, “don’t you think its time you shared your beer with me?” I laughed and took the beer from her drank from the bottle then handed it back to her.

By the second quarter of the football game Julie and I had both finished off three beers and were enjoying each other’s company more than the ball game. Julie’s sexuality was over whelming me and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her breasts as they swelled and pressed outward each time she leaned her head back to take a drink. Under her blouse I could see that her nipples were hard and pointed. Just begging to be sucked into my mouth and savored.

While my mind was dreaming of her breasts I hadn’t noticed that Julie’s hand had found its way to rest against my thigh while her conversation had turned to sexual comments about men’s anatomy in general. Then she took a drink from her bottle…I could see her lips moist with beer as she leaned forward and pressed them against mine. Reactively, my tongue pressed its way between her lips and the beer flowed between our mouths freely. I reached up and pressed the back of her head firmer against me as we French kissed passionately. As the kiss finally ended we gazed into each other’s eyes and I felt her hand gently slid up towards my cock. As her my cock felt her fingers slid across its length it surged to life and became instantly hard.

“Julie, we can’t do this,” I reluctantly told her. Not answering me, she guided my hand to her firm breasts and I began messaging them instinctively. I knew now that I could not help myself any longer and I had to have her sexy body. I knew the beer had taken its toll and that it was time she became a woman and I was going to enjoy giving her the first lesson.

I bursa merkez escort stood up facing Julie and unzipped my jeans. I took her hand and guided it to my swollen cock. Once her hand touched it she wrapped her fingers around it. It acked and pulsated in her grip as she began stroking it up and down. I knew then that she had held a mans cock in her hands before. She stroked it for several minutes and I could feel the cum slowly rising from my balls through the shaft and knew it wouldn’t be long before it would erupt. Stopping the motion of her hand I guided the head of my cock closer towards her moist lips. Julie suspected what was about to happen and did not resist. Suddenly she parted her red lips and wrapped them around the throbbing head of my cock staring straight into my eyes as though a professional porn star.

The feeling of my cock inside Julie’s warm moist mouth was unbelievable. This was every man’s dream come true. I slowly pushed the shaft further into her mouth as she tightened her lips against the rock hard shaft. Soon I felt the head come into contact with the back of her throat and I began withdrawing it back out. We repeated this maneuver several times each time I withdrew the head from her lips rubbing it against her cheeks then reinserting it between her lips and driving it deep back into her mouth.

Suddenly, I couldn’t hold the cum back any longer. I withdrew my cock from her lips as my white cum shot out onto her lips. I then pressed the head of my cock back into her mouth and drove it deeply as it continued to pulsate coating the inside of her gums and throat with my seed. Julie sucked every drop from my tool swallowing it she licked her lips as though she wanted more.

Pressing down on her shoulders I had her lay on her back while I removed bursa yabancı escort her shorts. There exposed and without any panties was a young beautiful pussy. Wet with anticipation of what was about to come. I buried my face into her pussy without hesitation and licked up and down its slit pausing to run my tongue around her clit. It sprang from its hiding place and strained to reach and feel the pressure against my tongue. Julie’s love juices flowed freely and ran down my face and dripped off my chin. Then I drove my tongue deep inside her honey pot as far as possible, fucking her with my tongue. Julie moaned with pleasure as she pressed her hips tighter against my face. Then I lifted up from between her legs and repositioned myself so to push my cock into this virgin pussy. I paused to rub the head of my cock up and down her slit once again and she jumped as the electricity shot through her body. Then leaning into her I slowly pushed my cock into her. Julie screamed and bit her lip trying hard to not make to much noise so the neighbors could hear. Then once the head was finally inside her, the pain eased and I quickly drove the cock deeper and without hesitation.

I loved how it felt when my balls rubbed against her pussy and I let them rest there against her for a moment before withdrawing my cock back out. We repeated this action for what seemed like hours then my cock pulsated and shot thick gobs of hot cum deep inside her virgin pussy. I withdrew my cock and slid it up her stomach towards Julie’s face once again. There I rubbed it across her eyes and nose then forced it into her mouth where the last droplets of cum were sucked out and swallowed eagerly.

Julie and I went into the bedroom where we repeated the lesson for another hour then we showered together and dressed for dinner. Julie kissed me and said that she had dreamed of this experience with me for a long time and wanted very much to repeat it again while Susan was away. I laughed and assured her that I had several other lessons I could give her and by the time her mother returned she would be a professional at pleasing any man.

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Smooth Jazz Ch. 10

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*To clarify: People were asking why Marcelo and Connor didn’t ask for a name. Honestly I don’t know If Martin told William his real name or not, I haven’t written it in haha, even so I don’t think a similar name, and no proof of correct identity is going to convince someone their best friend is a serial rapist. Especially since when Connor saw him he didn’t look the same (because he changes identities)* Thanks for those comments.

SO WE COME TO THE END!!!! Wow time flies, this is the final chapter of the saga of Jazz and Connor. I’ve learned so much through this process of making my writing public. THANK YOU to everyone who read, favorite, commented, and or rated the story. Thank you for the good and critical feedback!!!!

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P.S Marcelo may be getting a story 😉

CONNOR AND MARCELO PUT THEIR T-SHIRTS OVER THEIR BULLET PROOF VEST AND MADE SURE THEY HAD ENOUGH ROUNDS IN THEIR GUNS.

“I don’t think this is necessary guys.” William spoke but quickly stepped back when Marcelo looked his way while loading his gun.

“We’re going into a trap house with captive drugs, money, and to convince a drug dealer that we haven’t stole it but we are giving it back to him. Being that he probably knows Ellen cut you off, I wouldn’t be so cool.” Marcelo quipped.

“Do I get a gun?” William asked hopefully.

“Ah no,” Connor said shooting down his hopes.

“Don’t worry we need you alive. We won’t let you get hurt. You can carry these bags though.” William sat in the back as Marcelo threw the duffel bags of drugs and money in his lap.

“This isn’t even half the drugs.” William was starting to get nervous.

“I thought you sold drugs before? Why would we take all we have if were using the drugs as a bargaining chip…” Marcelo questioned and then William felt dumb.

“Okay I’ll shut up.”

“That’s what I wanna hear. Connor let’s get it.” Marcelo slammed the door and got into the Passenger seat, because Connor was driving.

“Heads up Connor, if they start shooting at us I call William as a secondary shield.”

“What?” William looked horrified and Connor and Marcelo laughed.

*

“Park on the side street,” Marcelo suggested and Connor did just that. They hopped out the car and Connor and Marcelo made sure their guns were tucked in reachable places.

“Go ahead William and give us the signal when were clear. If we sense any funny business we’ll come in and take you and all the boys out.” Marcelo warned him.

“I told you I got this.” William was tired of looking like a chump. This was his chance to prove himself. He kept revenge on Ellen on his mind. He was getting closer and closer to seeing her go up in smoke. If he went up too then so be it. It was all worth it.

William approached the house carefully. He knew Black was expecting him. As soon as he stepped into the house he was searched and patted down. Black was sitting on the couch. William couldn’t believe Black had been reduced to selling Marijuana.

He had heard that people were black balling him. Nobody wanted to spot him any drugs so he could get back in the game, at least not the heavy kind he needed. Then since he lost the drugs with no profit his plug had left him hanging as well.

“What the fuck you wanna meet with me for. Yo bitch already let me know you got scraped by ole boy and aint no closer to getting me my money. So what is there to talk about?”

“That’s it. I got you the money but there’s a lot more going down then you know.”

“What chu saying?” William tried not to get nervous as Black peered into him with his dark eyes. He put down the PS2 controller, and his two home boys came into the living room as well.

“I’m saying that Ellen is not who you think she is. She’s tryna play you. She’s trying to set you up.”

“Stop talking in circles and tell me what it is cuz’. Set me up how!” Black could feel his anger boiling up inside him. He just wanted his money and now he had two muthafuckas he felt was tryna cross him.

“The robbery, she wants you to rob Mr. Pennington so she can set you up. For what reason, I can’t really say, but I heard her and her brother talking about it.” William started to sweat when he saw both of the men put their hands on their gun.

“She told me she cut you off. How I know you aint in here on some flexin’ shit just tryna throw shots at her cause she den’ left you in the dust. Plus, that bitch knows better than to try to play me. She know who I am.” Black looked at him as if he had some nerve to assume that Black was being crossed right under his nose.

“I understand it’s hard for you to believe. She cut me off, because she was done using me. That’s what she does. Once she gets what she wants it’s over. She doesn’t care about no one but herself, but your pride won’t let you see that.”

“Cuz who tha fuck you think you talkin too!” Black pulled his gun out on William.

“I run this shit here, and I just told you what it is. I gave you a chance to get me back my money bursa escort and my drugs from that white boy and you didn’t show and prove. Now Ellen gotta do it. At the end of the day she got more heart than you.”

“She willing to take a charge getting her hands dirty and you not built for that. Now you tryna throw shade at her and you think I can’t see that? You think I’m stupid?”

“Listen. I told you I got the money and the drugs. The white boy and his friend are with me, and they’ll be able to explain how you can help us with Ellen.” William knew that he had said the wrong words when Black looked more enraged.

“You brought them here!” Black stood up and grabbed William by the collar.

“Where are they?” Black screamed in his face.

“They’re outside waiting for my signal. They came to bring you the money and drugs, and make a deal. Ellen’s been lying to you. I’m trying to tell you. You gotta listen!” William was trying to get him to see how blind he was.

“This is what you’re going to do. You’re going to signal for them to come in, so I can blast they asses away. You hear me?” Black held a gun to Williams head. William closed his eyes. He had to think quickly. He knew he couldn’t set them up.

“Black please, you don’t understand. They’re not what you think. They not here for any trouble. They got what you want, and they just wanna talk to you so they can show you the truth.” Black threw him to the ground.

“You got ten seconds to make a decision, because I don’t trust any of you. Tee aim that shit at the door brah. If somebody come in this bitch blast em'” Black barked and his foot solider nodded.

“You too Bry I’m not playing.” Bry, Blacks other soldier, threw William towards the door.

“Give the signal.” Black barked and William went towards the door. He prayed that he could think of some way to let them know that everything had gone array, and he had ultimately failed.

William put his hand on the knob and opened the door. He immediately felt the gush of wind as Connor and Marcelo shot passed him.

William watched as Marcelo tackled Bry to the ground pistol whipping taking his gun. Connor flew across the couch kicking Tee in the chest with both his feet and disengaging his gun from him as well.

Before Black could blink he had four barrels staring him down along with four pair of eyes that didn’t look like they were fucking around.

“You gone stick me up in my own house,” Black had his own gun aimed at Connor and Marcelo.

“William already told you why we’re here. Now if you want to change that to putting a bullet between your eyes then that’s your choice.” Marcelo was already eyeing the spot where he wouldn’t miss.

“I can’t tell y’all came running in here on bullshit. Why bring guns if yall here to talk?”

“For the same reasons there was guns aimed at the door waiting to greet us. We already told you we got your drugs and money. We’re here to help you. Ellen is playing you. You really think you’re going to hit a lick at his office. It’s a place of business not a bank. He can’t be keeping that much money there.”

Black lowered his gun a little as he began to think about what they were saying.

“He a senator I’m pretty sure he keeps more than enough dough.”

“Wrong again, he’s affiliated with senators. He’s not a senator himself. Do you know what connections this guy has? Even if you do make off with money, you’ll be found. You’ll be the one taking the fall.”

“No her brother already agreed too!” Black was starting to get angrier the more they seemed to be right and he seemed to be a damn fool.

“Plus he won’t because they got the dirt on em'”

“Oh yeah he won’t take them to jail but the cops are just waiting on you to slip up. You paroled and you really think Ellen is going to save you. If she has so much dirt on him she could have been requested the money. She’s been black balling him for money. Isn’t that right?” Connor looked towards William.

“Black, he’s telling the truth. Mr. Pennington gives Ellen money all the time. All she has to do is threatened him and ask. She has no reason to rob him except to set you up. Let me go get the money and the drugs and show you. We have proof. I have records of every transaction.” William didn’t make any move to get off the floor, neither did Black’s henchmen they didn’t want those problems.

“Go, show me. You two don’t move.” He pointed to Marcelo and Connor.

“We didn’t plan too.” Marcelo kept his eyes on Black’s gun. If he saw any movement he was letting his trigger go.

William came back with the papers, and records. They watched patiently as Black shifted through them, willing to lower his gun.

“This bitch been making bank off this old man. Damn. All you see is deposit, deposit, deposit. Mmm? So she was trying to set me up. I had a bad feeling about her, but I didn’t think she would cross me.”

“Charge it to the game. We brought you some of the drugs and the money. You get the rest when you help us get Ellen.” Connor bursa türbanlı escort offered.

“Shit, the way this bitch tried to get me cuz I’ll get that bitch caught up for thee free. You feel me?” Black was boiling inside with anger. All that snake shit that hoe was talking and she the real one. Damn he had to admit he got caught up, by a snow bunny at that.

“We need you to go through with it. Act normal. Don’t change routine. You’ll wear a wire. We want her to confess to the plan and all of that. Once you get there we’ll nab her and her brother.” Marcelo wanted both their assess going down.

“I don’t know how ya’ll plan to do that. Chick is crazy and she got connections. I’d rather kill her and her snake ass brother.” Black suggested. He wasn’t for that snitching shit.

“I understand that, but the best thing to do is let them rot. Especially her brother, he’s a serial rapist who’s been on the loose for a while. We want an id on him. He likes to play dress up, so who you saw may not be who he really is.” Connor told him

“That’s fucking sick. I knew that dude was weird G. It was just something off about him. Ellen white but he was pasty as hell. If it helps he told me his name was Martin, but I don’t know if that’s his real name or not.”

“I have a friend name Martin. You got a last name.” Connor said, and when he said that he got a chill up his spine and exchange looks with Marcelo.

“Naw I don’t. It’s a lot of Martins out there though. Unless ya’ll got time to search all of San fran then I suggest y’all try to pen him that night. I must be honest I’m not too comfortable with this snitching shit.”

“Ellen was willing to set you up to basically either kill you or send you back to prison. Killing her would accomplish just that. She works with the police. Your best bet is to go with us on this, while we get the police on our team.” Connor told him.

“How do you plan on doing that?” Black questioned.

“We go to the source.” Connor smirked when Williams’s eyes got wide.

“Mr. Pennington!” William said.

“Bingo. You in,” Connor extended his hand to Black who eyed it suspiciously. He had trusted one snake and didn’t want to trust another.

“How do I know I can trust you?”

“I have a feeling you already know what they have planned for my lady. I want nothing more than to see them both suffer. However, I’m trying not to play too dirty. As long as she’s safe they can rot in prison for all I care. I could have easily turned your drugs and money in. Or bargained with Ellen, instead I’m cutting you a break.” Connor told him and Black nodded.

“Alright white boy, Thanks for the heads up.”

“No problem. Just hold up your end and I’ll get the rest to you.” Connor slapped hands with him and after removing the clips from the guns tossed them back to Blacks friends.

“You aint gotta worry about that player; they both going down.” Black watched them leave and then banged his fist on the table.

“Watch that bitch when she come back, and clean up. Them white boys wipe the floor with ya’ll.” Black dismissed them and rubbed his hands together. That bitch was tryna play him and now he would have the last laugh.

*

Marcelo drove downtown back in front of the place where he saw Ellen go in, and where William had directed. They called Black to make sure she was secured at his place and then let William lead them passed the front desk.

“Hey we’re here to see Mr. Pennington.” William hoped they were doing the right thing coming here.

“Of course Mr. Price go right in. He’s cleared today.” She smiled and eyed Connor and Marcelo appreciatively. She nearly melted when Marcelo sent a wink her way before they proceeded upstairs.

William was the first to go in, and Mr. Pennington greeted him with a smile. Then when Connor and Marcelo followed the smile immediately faded.

“Hi, you must be Jazz’s guy. She was just here talking about you.” Mr. Pennington stuck out his hand but didn’t get an extension from Connor.

“Sit down and let’s talk.” Connor said and Mr. Pennington eyed the door nervously as it was only slightly closed. Marcelo unplugged the phones, and took them off the hook.

“Hey, what’s the meaning of this, William?” William stood to the back and let Connor and Marcelo take over.

“I need you to listen and listen good okay?” Connor said and Mr. Pennington shut up and nodded.

“We know that Ellen is your daughter and that the serial rapist is your son.” Marcelo watched the old man’s face twist in denial.

“Are you kidding me? Ellen is no more my daughter than William is my son. They both have worked for me yes, but my daughter? And who is this serial rapist?” Marcelo looked to Connor practically begging him with his eyes to pull out his gun. Connor held up his hand stopping him.

“In no way did we come here expecting for you to be forth coming. Can you explain this?” Connor slapped the police reports on his desk, and the bank statements.

“I didn’t kestel escort know William was involved in a dispute with Jazz. William is this true?” Mr. Pennington tried his best to appear surprised and appalled. Marcelo had enough of the talking. He pulled out his gun and cocked it.

“Listen old man, let’s cut the shit okay. We brought William here because he told us everything. Plus, we’ve been on to you. We know about the scandal and how you got that stripper pregnant and had her running through politicians like a well seasoned track star. We also know Ellen and your son is a product of that and you’ve been paying them off.”

“This is ridiculous! William will you please tell these gentleman the truth? How dare you come into my office with these false accusations, which were put to rest years ago? Ellen is not my daughter and I don’t have a son!”

Mr. Pennington stood but sat back down when Marcelo pointed to him with the gun.

“Mr. Pennington they know the truth. This has gone on long enough. Stop thinking about yourself for once! Stop letting Ellen rule your life and your son commit these horrible crimes. I was there too but it’s time for both of us to step up and pay for what we’ve done! It’s time for you to put them away for good!”

William came from the back and stood in front of Marcelo confronting Mr. Pennington with tired eyes. William was desperate to end it. Ellen had to be stopped. The more he got pulled in with Connor and Marcelo the more he realized how crazy this all had become.

“Why should I have to pay for their doings? Don’t you think if I could stop them I would have already! None of you have the right to judge me, for what I’ve done. This city has thrived under my leadership!”

“Women have been raped and assaulted under your leadership! And you’ve sat back and watched it happen. You’ve sat back and watched Ellen take money from you and business’s. What about the families that work for you? What kind of leader sells out his own people to save his own ass?”

Connor moved closer and William moved out the way.

“Do you think for a fucking second that you get to sit here and act like you have no right to be attacked? You know your son was gunning for Jazz. I have no doubt in my mind that you knew how sick he and your daughter really are.”

Connor’s voice got louder, and more filled with vile.

“Yes I knew. I’ve known for a long time that my daughter is a psycho and my son is too. When I slept with their mothers I tried to get them to abort both the babies, but they wouldn’t. They wanted money and then when they died their children wanted money. I’ve been paying for my mistakes every day, they black mail me! I can’t stop them. I have tried. Ellen’s going to move away!”

Mr. Pennington wanted to convince them that all of this was coming to an end.

“I’m paying her off. Next week we’re meeting here and she’s going to take the money and leave. She promised me she would convince her brother to do the same. It’s all going to be over you see? There’s no need for this. Jazz will be safe, now how much do you want? Huh? Name your price.”

Mr. Pennington quickly got out his check book as his hands were shaking. He knew it was only a matter of time before it all caught up to him.

Now though since Ellen was leaving and hopefully with her brother he could put it behind him. All he had to do was pay Connor off and he would go away too.

“Them going away is not good enough. They both need to be in prison. You’re going to help us make that happen. You’re going to sit down, call your police buddies, and tell them to back off. Then you’re going to call in to report a threat of a robbery.” Connor ordered him.

“Why would I do that?” Mr. Pennington asked but picked up the phone when he saw Marcelo’s finger graze the trigger.

“Cause you’re going to be robbed and we’ll be here to intercept it.” Marcelo told him.

“By who?”

“By your loving son and daughter, now make the call.” Connor and Marcelo crossed looks and started combing the office for pictures or anything else that could give them a clear ID and found nothing. They would have to just wait for the moment to come and then nab him. For now, they stood by patiently as he made the calls.

“Why should I do this? You can’t come in here and just force me with no evidence.” Mr. Pennington thought about it, and hung up the phone.

“Except this,” Marcelo took out a recorder and played back Mr. Pennington’s confession, and he picked back up the phone grudgingly. Then he thought about it again. This was the opportunity to finally get rid of them.

“I can do more, I can get them put a way for a long time with your help, but I want off scott free.” Mr. Pennington told them. Connor considered it and then nodded.

“We’ll see how much you actually do.” Marcelo said before Connor spoke. Whether or not they liked it they had to make a deal with the devil to get what they wanted.

*

Martin stood on the other side of the door listening. He couldn’t believe they were on to him and Ellen. He also couldn’t believe she had plans to persuade him to leave the city. She hadn’t mentioned anything to him about Mr. Pennington paying her off to leave. Martin knew that she was playing him. She was keeping him out of the loop for a reason.

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Successful Businesswoman Ep. 05

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PREPARATIONS

The world is a small place, there might be six steps to Kevin Bacon in the global scale, but in a single city there is a significant chance that two random people have a common acquaintance. I learnt that when Émeraude invited me to Ashley’s bachelorette party; it soon turned out that Stacy was a friend of theirs and of course was invited as well.

“I though that the two of you were a pair” I inquired when Émeraude told me the news.

“We’re friends with benefits, but Ashley’s bi and wants to start a family.”

“So it’s over between you and her? The benefits I mean.”

“Not at all. Sam, her husband-to-be, says he’s not jealous even if he doesn’t get to watch, as long as he hears about all the sexy details. He’s a bit kinky himself.”

“I’d like to meet him” I replied with a wink.

“You will eventually. As for the party…”

There were supposed to be thirty to forty girls at the party, so they planned to rent a club for the night. We would all participate in the costs of the lease, the snacks and the alcohol. They also wanted to hire a stipper.

“One stripper?” I asked Émeraude when she informed me about that part.

“Yeah. They’re pretty expensive.”

“I bet that the guys are going to have few strippers plus sexy waitresses serving drinks in skimpy outfits. We can’t be worse than them!”

“Well… all girls would love that, but I can’t afford that from my police wage.”

“But I can” I replied with a grin “I want young sexy waiters in skimpy outfits and five strippers. The costs are all on me.”

“If you put it that way, I don’t think that anyone will object” Émeraude matched my grin.

I was a busy businesswoman, so the younger girls took care of the arrangements while I covered all the extra expenses. Soon afterwards I talked with Émeraude again.

“The girls loved your idea and are grateful for your financial support. But that gave us another idea – dress code. We decided that for this occasion we should go full bimbo, so make sure you’ll wear something slutty.”

“Oh, I sure will! I have a wide range of such outfits.”

I even had an idea of what exactly to wear – the dress I wore to my own hen party; yep, it still fit. It was a white tube mini dress, made of semi-transparent fabric, it made me feel even more naked than being actually nude. Of course such dresses did not go well with bras, so when my nipples will get erect from excitement they will be screaming ‘hello’ to the whole world through the thin fabric. Underneath I planned to wear just a tiny white g-string and because I was adventurous also a pink jewelled anal plug. My legs would be covered by sheer white stockings made of a thinnest material, for my feet I had a pair of pink strappy sandals on fifteen centimetre heels, commonly called the “fuck-me-heels”. My lipstick would be equally pink to match the other accessories.

The day of the event came, I got ready and called a taxi, I did not want to drive my car to such a party, after all no-one would want to stay sober. I set up with Stacy to pick her up on my way as well. The cabbie did not even try to hide his gaze when he saw me in my slutty dress. First we drove to Stacy’s place to pick her up, she obviously stuck to the dress code too.

Stacy’s outfit was not much less revealing than mine, as a top she wore a red bandeau bra made of made of fabric thin enough to let her nippes poke through it. Her toned abs were exposed and her hips were covered by a unique red leather mini skirt, it had two thick straps of fabric covering the crotch and the back and several leather straps on the sides connecting the strips. Just like me Stacy decided to spice up the outfit with stockings, hers were black fishnets. On her feet the girl wore a pair of red strappy sandals on fifteen centimetre tall stiletto heels. I doubted that any of the strippers could look her in the eye.

The driver shamelessly ogled her body as well in the rear view mirror as we all made small talk; we both acted as silly bimbos and told him where we were going. As a tip of sorts for the drives the two of us made out on the back seat. He drove really slowly, so that we would get to the place safely of course. At the club we met with Ashley and Émeraude, the girls did not disappoint with their outfits either.

Émeraude wore a little black dress with a twist, it was obviously short and tight, but most importantly it was mostly sheer. An elaborate asymmetrical pattern of opaque fabric was weaved throughout the dress to cover the “strategic” regions, but more skin remained exposed than hidden. It was clear to see that she was not wearing a bra, she decided to keep her legs bare. On her feet she wore a pair of beautiful black Louboutins.

Ashley, as befits the bride-to-be, was dressed in white, all the fabrics contrasted wonderfully with her dark skin. Unlike the rest of us she was not wearing a mini, her dress was ankle long but had a wide slit on the side that exposed her entire left escort bayan leg and reached even beyond the hip. There were two more triangular slits on the sides right beneath the breasts. The dress was strapless so Ashley’s toned wide shoulders were fully exposed. She wore sheer white stockings with wide lacy tops and a pair of white patent shoes on thirteen centimetres tall stiletto heels; she was another braless woman.

We were one of the first to arrive, so there was not much greeting and introducing to be done yet. Émeraude lead us to out table; there were two medium sized couches by it that could fit three to four people. Two spaces were already taken; the women were introduced as Eve and Maya. Maya looked young, twenty as most, but was fully developed and confident, of slightly above average height she had full feminine curves and large firm breasts, her long auburn hair was mostly loose, but several strands were tied into elaborate braids.

Maya had the most flashy outfit from all the women so far. She was wearing only a black bodystockings and a pair of red fuck-me fifteen centimetres tall heels. the bodystocking was made of tiny fishnet but the ‘stockings and ‘teddy’ parts were made of lace weaved into fancy floral patterns. The fabric over Maya’s nipples and crotch was thick enough to cover them, but only barely. The item created an effect of an extreme cleavage, because the lacy ‘teddy’ had a deep V-cut filled with a tiny mesh. If one looked closely a tiny red g-string could be spotted beneath the bodystocking, there were no more clothes on the girl’s body; those that she wore perfectly showed off her marvelous feminine curves.

Eve on the other hand was the only woman in the room who was about my age, the rest were in their early twenties. She looked like a woman who was embracing her second youth which made me like her almost immediately. She was of average height and while no-one would dare call her fat, she had a lot of flesh in all the places a woman should. Eve’s breasts were magnificently huge and enhanced further by a brown leather corset which not only gave her a marvelous hourglass figure, but also pushed up the breasts while barely covering the nipples. She wore a brown leather mini skirt that ended just below her buttocks, on her legs she had black fishnet stockings and on her feet a pair of red stiletto heels identical with Maya’s; her lips matched the fierce colour. Eve’s long hair was dyed blonde and styled in a similar fashion as Maya’s. Some might have missed it, but I had always been a perceptive person and I suspected that these two were mother and daughter.

Ashley went back to greet the newly arriving guests and introducing them to those already present, if they did not know each other yet. Émeraude, as the future bridesmaid, still had some final organizing touches to deal with. The remaining four of us took something light to drink, sat down and had a pleasant chat. Many compliments were exchanged and my suspicions got confirmed – Eve was indeed Maya’s mother and was tremendously enjoying her new relationship with an eighteen year old boyfriend. On my part I shared the motivational program for my employees and our “relationship” with Stacy. To match the promiscuity of our tale Eve told us the story of their recent visit to a club [which can be found in Second Youth ep.4]. The mutual confessions and the overall atmosphere of ease, honesty and… hotness pretty soon got us all mildly aroused, even though we were still sober and no strippers had arrived yet. My nipples got excited enough to poke visibly through the revealing dress; I noticed that I was not the only one with such reaction.

THE PARTY

All the guests eventually arrived and believe it or not I memorized all of their names, that is one of my talents that allowed me to be a successful manager. It was only then that the REAL service with drinks and snacks arrived; young sexy guys wearing white collars, cuffs, patent leather shoes, thongs and… nothing else. Of course as soon as one of them approached our table I had to grab his buttock with my palm, it was firm and toned; I fully understood why men enjoyed groping women, maybe that was also the reason I liked being “inappropriately” touched myself. But despite their outfits these were still just waiters, the actual strippers were yet to come. We used that time to have few more drinks and share the naughty details of our recent activities.

“We have a kinky game with Tom, my boyfriend” said Eve then continued to explain her condition “I love anal sex, but just can’t cum from it. I need some other form of stimulation to push me over the edge, so Tom…”

“You too?!” I interrupted her “sorry, I mean I have exactly the same thing. I love anal, but can’t cum from it. Please, continue.”

“Wow! And here I was thinking I’m unique” she replied with a wink “Tom uses that to tease and edge me throughout the whole week. We have sex everyday, usually more than once, but I never get to cum.”

“That’s altıparmak escort awful!” commented Ashley.

“I would’ve thought the same thing, if I haven’t tried it. My ex-husband came up with the idea and I repeated it to Tom. The edging feels incredible and the ultimate orgasm is just insane.”

“What was the last time you came?”

“Last Saturday, one week ago.”

“Oh my!” I was amazed “I can’t imagine myself in your role. I’d go crazy from the horniness.”

“So do I, that’s the best part.”

We all laughed and ordered another round of drinks… and groped the waiter once again when he delivered them.

Eventually the first stripper came, his entrance was accompanied by a rhythmical music. He was a tall athletic man, had a light brown skin and smooth motions of a dancer; the man was wearing suit pants, white shirt and a bow tie. He entered the room through the back door leading onto the stage, so we all turned our heads in that direction to admire the spectacle. The stripper did not remain in his clothes for too long, all were designed to be taken off in a swift motion and soon landed on the stage leaving the man in just a thong. Since we were the closest table I noticed the large bulge undeath it.

The stripper got off the stage in a dance-like walk and approached our table. He still had his thong on, but he gyrated his hips and pushed his crotch in our general direction. Ashley, the bride-to-be, was closest to him so she extended her hand to touch the stripper’s still covered penis, as she did that the girls in the room screamed with a faked (for now) enthusiasm. The man withdrew his hips again, but only to pull his penis out of the thong and began to wiggle it in front of us. The penis was still flaccid, but even in that state I could tell it was huge; so were the testicles hanging beneath it. The stripper danced around the table and this time approached me; I wasted no time, I grabbed his firm buttock with one hand and the cock with the other, I jerked it few times which caused the crowd to issue another scream, this time more authentic. I did not get the chance to enjoy the touch too much, because the man soon proceeded to another table, so the rest of the girls could participate in the fun as well.

We were not left unattended for too long; while the first stripper was showing off his package to all the girls a second one emerged on the scene. He was taller, but equally athletic, his skin while white had a strong even tan; the bulge in his thong was of matching size. He had a similar introduction and relatively soon he was by our table. This time the stripper offered us more than just a “handshake”, he also had a prop – a bottle of whipped cream. Before he used the cream he asked Ashley to “give him a hand” which she enthusiastically did; in short time his large penis was erect and hard. The stripper than poured some cream onto the tip and presented it to Ashley, she could of course just lick it off the cock, but she was more ‘ambitious’; the bride took the entire head into her mouth and held it there for a moment while savouring the taste.

Ashley was just the first of many to taste the ‘cream’; Émeraude rejected the proposal, but Stacy, Maya and Eve eagerly accepted. Eve even went a step further and took not only the head into her mouth, but slowly deepthroated the entire long penis; I was impressed, she seemed to be just as good at deepthroating as me. Her feat was rewarded by a cheer from nearby tables. This time I was the last at our table and after Eve’s example I wanted to brag about my oral skill as well. The stripper approached me and sprayed some cream onto his penis, I took the head into my mouth, then slowly proceeded to take it deeper, eventually my nose touched the man’s cleanly shaven underbelly. I looked to the side at Eve and winked at her, she responded with a grin. The girls around us cheered as I held the penis inside of my throat for several seconds. When I withdrew my head and inhaled deeply Eve said:

“My turn” and invited the stripper with a gesture.

I was not jealous at the loss of the penis to suck, after all the night had just begun.

This time Eve did not want the cream any more, she was only interested in the cock itself. She acted in the same way as I had a moment earlier, she proceeded slowly and carefully, and did not gag once. When her nose touched the man’s underbelly she looked sideways at me and winked, I matched her earlier grin and began to clap; the girls sitting nearby followed my example.

“Maybe you’ll join effort, ladies?” suggested the stripper and we both knew what he meant.

I swapped places with Maya to sit next to Eve, the man stood in front of us with his huge erection pointing forward. We kissed it on both sides, the began to slide our lips along the shaft; our synchronicity was a bit off at first, but soon we found a common pace. After few such sloppy motions we kissed each other through the head of the penis, mudanya escort that feat was rewarded with another round of applause.

But the stripper was not meant to be the amusement solely for out table, just like his companion he eventually went on a route to entertain other ladies. We watched as the other girls sucked and licked his huge cock, but neither of them could take it whole into her throat. Certain skills come with experience which Eve and I understood that as we shared a knowing look.

We did not remain passive for too long though, after making the tour around the room the first stripper returned to us. The first to suck him was once again Ashley, she did her best to deepthroat the massive penis, but after some gagging she eventually gave up; the smile on her face told us that she was not disappointed by that try. Stacy was next, then Maya; Eve’s daughter, the youngest of the girls came closest to swallowing the whole huge cock. I was next and once again I showed them how it was done; I held the penis deep inside of my throat for a longer while, but did that only once, then I proceeded to a regular deepthroating. It did not last too long though, since I wanted to leave something for Eve.

We sensed that the stripper was close to climaxing and it would be Eve who would finish him off. She took the task from where I left it, but after merely thirty seconds of deepthroating the man was brought over the edge; he withdrew his hips with the clear intention of giving Eve a facial, but she was quicker and just as the sperm began to ejaculate she wrapped her full lips around the head of the cock and gathered the seed inside of her mouth. The stripper had a surprisingly voluminous load considering his job, but she managed to contain all of the semen inside of her mouth; only once he finished ejaculating she swallowed the entire load. Her feat was rewarded with an even louder round of applause.

The man wanted Eve to lick him clean, but with a gesture she passed that task to me, which I happily accepted. With few slow deliberate licks along the entire shaft I made sure that the penis was completely clean. The stripper made a final short dance for us which we used to touch his body some more, then he left.

Not long after the departure the second man was brought to an orgasm to, this time the girl who achieved it did not decide to swallow and he sprayed her pretty face with his seed; she accepted it with closed eyes and a wild smile. After a short dance and some more groping this stripper left as well. Before new ones appeared we had time to chat, drink, eat some snacks.. and grope the waiters of course; it was all fun and pleasant, but the arousal hanging in the air never diminished.

I am not sure how much time passed before the next stripper came in, it went by in a blink of an eye. This man was similar to his companions in the fact that he was slender and athletic, he also gave a short show of dance and a strip routine before he fully exposed his masculine, but hairless body. Once again he approached Ashley first, they were all most likely informed that she was the bride-to-be and thus the very reason this party was taking place. She pulled out his sizeable penis out from his thong and sucked it for a short while, but apparently this time it was not going to be a sucking-around-the-room again. The stripper motioned to Ashley to get up, as soon as she obliged he bent her over the table, slapped each of her buttocks playfully, then began to mimic an intercourse. It was not even dry humping, more like over-exaggerated theatrical act; but he held her hips fast and she was genuinely excited, the other girls cheered. With two more slaps, harder this time, he finished the spectacle and proceeded to Stacy. While he did that another stipper entered the room and moved directly to its opposite end to entertain girls over there.

Our man gestured for Stacy to lay back on the couch, but in order for her to fit Maya needed to join us on our couch, so Stacy was left with just Émeraude and she laid her head on the other girl’s lap. The stripper raised her endless legs up and began to caress them, he also laid several kisses; the man was overacting his part, but it fit well with the overall atmosphere. Eventually the stripper put Stacy’s ankles on his shoulders and began to fake sex with her; she did some overacting of her own which was more funny than sexy, but it got all of us amused. The spectacle did not last too long, the man finished the dry humping, then he once again worshipped Stacy’s legs for a short while.

For his next ‘victim’ the stripper picked Maya, he walked her behind the couch and turned her so that she was leaning onto the backrest. He grabbed her large breasts and began to hump her holding her like that. The man groped Maya’s breasts and was not exactly gentle, but the girl seemed to be enjoying his activity. She was not acting when she cried out as the man withdrew one of his palms only to spank her full round buttock, apparently the hit was not exactly playful. It seemed the stripped assumed that a girl in a bodystocking at a party liked things to be a bit kinky and it turned out he was right. There were few more slaps, some more groping and he even pinched her nipples, which caused another cry.

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Never make assumptions about the lives of people you don’t know. My name is Hagarla Osman and I’m a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. On September 13, 2013, I turned twenty two. I study accounting at Carleton University and hope to work in finance or banking someday. As a pious, Hijab-wearing East African Muslim female immigrant in the Capital region of Canada, I’m used to people judging me before getting to know me. I’m more than I seem. I’m a university student, a community volunteer, an aspiring businesswoman and also an out and proud bisexual woman. I just wish they’d remember that I’m a human being first and foremost, and that there’s more to me than my gender, my religion and all facets of me which mark me as the cultural other.

The other day, while walking through the Rideau Shopping Center, I was accosted by a middle-aged white woman who told me to go back where I came from. I told the old bitch to get out of my face lest she get smacked. You should have seen the look on her face, seriously. People always assume that Hijab-wearing Muslim chicks like me are soft and sweet. As if! The defiance in my eyes startled the old bat and she walked away, stunned. The old days are over, lady. People like me don’t bow to people like you anymore. Get used to it.

Beat it bitch, I told her. Briefly she turned and looked at me, bit her lip and then she walked away for good. I stood there, hands on my hips, feeling pretty good. Then I walked away with a profound bursa escort sense of satisfaction. When you’re a person of color, it always feels good to stand up to racist white people who think the world belongs to them. It’s the twenty-first century yet they’re still walking around with that sense of entitlement. Ha! God didn’t make the African, the Arab or the various other races of men inferior to the White man. So get over yourselves already, Team Europa!

My parents, Akbar and Fowsio Osman left the town of Mogadishu, Somalia, for Ontario, Canada in 1999. We settled in Ottawa and have been here ever since. I love my parents but we’ve got very different mindsets. I’m fairly liberal and they’re deeply conservative. I embraced Canada and all that it has to offer. The place has never truly felt like home though it was far better than what we left behind. I never thought anyone from this side of the world could understand me or love me for who I am. Until I met Kimberly Kellerman, a young white woman from the town of Toronto, Ontario. Kimberly grew up in a predominantly Somali area of the GTA and to my immense surprise, this five-foot-ten, blonde-haired and green-eyed Caucasian gal actually spoke my native language!

Kimberly and I bonded during my freshman year at Carleton and became fast friends. We were never more than that until something happened. I had a crush on this tall, cute Somali guy named Ali Bashir and we were starting to go out. He dumped me for a plump Asian chick gürsu escort named Lin something or other and I was heartbroken. Distraught, I turned to Kimberly, and my best friend was there for me. That night, in her dorm, we made love for the first time. It was an event that profoundly changed our friendship and indeed changed my life.

I’ve never thought about a female sexually before Kimberly and I made love that night. I considered myself totally straight but now had to reckon with the fact that I might be bisexual or even lesbian. Kimberly told me she slept with both girls and guys. I had no idea that she was bisexual. She told me she kept her sexual orientation secret from me because she thought I would disapprove, since I’m Muslim and all. I wish people would stop making assumptions about me because of my religion. There are gays and lesbians in the Muslim world just like everywhere else. I told Kimberly that I respected her life choices, and found her beautiful. Grinning, she pulled me close and kissed me.

Kimberly and I have a lot of fun together, in and out of the bedroom. I’m five-foot-four, chubby and curvy, with big tits and a big round butt. My skin is coconut brown. Most people don’t find me physically intimidating. Yet I can be very dominant. Kimberly absolutely loves that about me. My tall, athletic blonde girlfriend is very submissive in the bedroom and I love to dominate her. Sometimes I just grab her and smack her face, spit in her mouth and force orhangazi escort her on her knees. Spreading my legs after hiking up my long skirt, I make her lick my pussy. Say Somali pussy is the best, I bark at Kimberly as she’s going down on me. Nodding, she does just that before resuming her tongue work on my cunt.

I like to tie Kimberly up and make her feel completely helpless. I find it incredibly sexy to do that to such a tall, strongly built young female athlete. My Teutonic slave whore, that’s what I call Kimberly sometimes. I like to pinch her nipples, gently bit on her clitoris and also insert dildos and butt plugs in her tight asshole. For a white chick, Kimberly’s got a nice, big ass. I like to spank her with my bare hands and leave nice red marks on her pale ass. My favorite thing to do is to insert my whole fist in Kimberly’s pussy while also shoving a butt plug into her asshole. That drives my Teutonic slut over the edge and she howls in pain and pleasure like a woman possessed.

After tormenting Kimberly sexually and totally dominating and abusing her, I kiss her gently and she hugs me fiercely. We love each other, you see. When we’re out together, sometimes we kiss and hold hands. People tend to stare because we make for one awkward and unusual pair. A tall, blonde-haired and muscular, athletic white female who wears a Crucifix holding hands with a short, round and dark-skinned, Hijab-wearing Muslim chick. Definitely not the sort of pairing you see every day, that’s for damn sure. So what if she’s white and Christian and I’m black and Muslim? We’re just two women in love. Leave us be. Only God can judge me, and I don’t believe the Creator hates me for being what I am. I didn’t choose to be this way. I simply am what I am. Peace.

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“I want to watch you wank,” she said.

“Whaaat?” I replied.

“You asked what I would most like to see and that’s it. I’ve always been fascinated by the idea and I want to see a man rub himself off. I want to watch from start to finish.”

My cock had suddenly become rigid inside my underpants. I’m sure my mouth was gaping open, but I was unable to make a sound.

We had probably had a bit too much to drink and we’d both got to that point where we indulged in harmless flirting – something we would never do in the office if we were sober, but my original question had been intended to ask what she would most like to see – in terms of sights around the world. But she had deliberately misinterpreted this and given her saucy reply.

“Oops! Did I just say that out loud? What must you think of me?”

I still couldn’t think of what to say.

Her eyes looked down at the table almost coyly as she said, “Don’t worry, I didn’t mean you necessarily. I meant that I’d like to see a man do it.”

Finally I spoke, with a small amount of incredulity, “You mean you’ve never seen a man…?”

I didn’t finish the sentence, so she carried on; her cheeks and upper chest seemed a little flushed.

“It’s just that, well, with my all of my boyfriends – not that I’ve had that many – when it got to the point that it was out in the open, well, they just wanted to get on with it. I mean, sure, sometimes they wanted me to wank them, but it rarely finished that way.”

She paused, seeming a little embarrassed, but then she took another deep swig of her drink and blurted out the rest of her explanation.

“Usually, they would get so excited that they just wanted to…you know, just get in me. But, sometimes they’d want me to use my mouth. God I can’t believe I’m telling you this!”

Neither could I!

I guess that I’d always quite fancied Chantal, but this was the first time that we’d ever found ourselves alone together. One of the secretaries was leaving to have a baby and so we’d all gone down to one of the local pubs to wish her goodbye. It was a Wednesday, so most people had sloped away early, leaving just the two of us. Unlike the rest, I had the next day off as I had had to work the weekend before, whereas Chantal was due back in the next day. But it was still only 8.30pm, so it wasn’t exactly late yet.

“Why didn’t you ever ask one of them to do it for you then?”

“I guess I was too embarrassed. I become very shy when it comes to sex.”

“Really?” I said, arching an eyebrow.

She gave me a playful shove – we were sitting on a padded bench behind a table on which we had our drinks. The bar was almost empty at this end of the pub and we were unobserved and it was unlikely that our conversation could be overheard.

“Stop it! You know it’s only the drink making me talk so much!”

I smiled, enjoying the momentary physical contact and her closeness. Suddenly, I found myself really attracted to Chantal.

“Well, what did your girlfriends say?”

“Like I said, I find it difficult to talk about sex usually.”

“Even when you’ve been drinking?”

“I don’t usually drink all that much – not that I’ve had that much this evening!” she blurted.

“Well, I’m happy that you’ve been able to relax enough to be able to open up.”

Chantal always dressed fairly conservatively, but at the same time her suits made her look very sexy. Just now, she had removed her jacket and laid it on the seat beside her, covering her bag. Her cream blouse looked to be made of silk and was fine enough to reveal the pretty lace bra beneath. It made me start to wonder if she wore matching panties. My cock stiffened even more.

Feeling so horny, I decided to press on, “So, this fantasy of yours; how would you envisage a man carrying out this demonstration for you?”

She cocked her head to one side and thought for a moment.

“Well, I’d be sitting in a nice comfy chair and he would be standing about two metres away.”

“OK, so what would he do? Pull his cock out and just start rubbing?”

“Oh no, I’d want him to be naked – so that I can see everything.”

“And what about you?”

“Me?”

“Yes. Would you be naked too?”

“No, I don’t think so. I’d be dressed. That way there would be less chance of… well, unnecessary distractions.”

“Wouldn’t you want to touch yourself while you were watching?”

Her eyes seemed to lose focus for a moment, as her mind drifted over the scenario.

“Um, well I guess maybe. I mean, it’s bound to be pretty hot, isn’t it?”

“Having a woman watch while you wank is pretty hot,” I agreed. “Almost as hot as being able to watch a woman masturbate.”

It was Chantal’s turn to display a gaping mouth. She closed it quickly with a chomping sound.

“Have you ever watched a woman do that then?”

“Oh, yes. It really is something wonderful to watch.”

I couldn’t help it when my eyes wandered to Chantal’s chest. There was probably one blouse button too many unfastened and there was the faintest glimpse görükle escort of cleavage and lace. I tore my eyes away and looked back at her face. Of course, she caught me looking, but she instantly broke eye contact and looked away. Or to be more precise she inadvertently looked downwards – towards my crotch.

“Oh! Danny!” she leaned in and hissed. “Are you… have you… is it… you’re not aroused are you?”

I had the urge to cross my hands in front of me in order to cover up, but I had an even greater urge to let her see, just to find out how she would now react.

Chantal’s face reddened again, but she looked back down at the lump in the front of my trousers.

“Um… I must say; it looks quite big. Is it?”

“I’ve never had the opportunity to compare. What do you think?”

“Usually when I’ve seen one, I’ve had my hand wrapped around it!” she giggled.

“Well, why don’t you wrap your hand around it and compare?”

I could hear the blood pulsing in my ears. Had I gone too far?

Chantal made a deep intake of breath and for a moment I thought she was going to shout or scream. But she didn’t. Instead, she quickly looked around to see if anybody was watching.

“What, here?” she whispered.

“Yeah, go on.”

She double-checked that the coast was clear and then slid her hand up my leg onto my erection. My trousers were relatively loose, which allowed her to get a good grip. To my surprise, she began to rub up and down. Within thirty seconds I was wishing we were somewhere else – somewhere private. She was that good at it.

“I can see why your boyfriends didn’t last very long before ripping off your knickers.”

She stopped rubbing, a shocked look on her face.

“Who told you that?” she demanded. “That I like having my knickers ripped off?”

Momentarily confused at my accidental discovery, I was a little nonplussed.

“Do you?” I asked.

The look on Chantal’s face showed that she now realised she had unwittingly revealed a very personal secret.

“I’m not going to answer that!”

I grinned and said, “You already have.”

Her face went a shade deeper and she wriggled in her seat.

“Please stop. You’re making me… uncomfortable.”

What I wanted just then was for Chantal to wrap her hand around my cock again, but she had retreated into a defensive shell. In my highly intoxicated state, I decided to try pushing some buttons.

“Was it always in private, or did it ever happen in a public place?”

Chantal made a sharp intake of breath. I’d noticed that she was already breathing more heavily and her breasts were rising and falling delightfully. Indeed, now I looked, I could see that her nipples were beginning to show.

“Never in public? Didn’t you ever fantasise about it?”

She didn’t speak and for a few moments I thought that she was going to shake her head, but then – to my delight – she slowly nodded.

“So… would you like it to happen… now?”

She closed her eyes and I watched as she gave another, almost imperceptible nod.

It was my turn to check that nobody was observing us, and then I slipped my hand around Chantal’s waist and tugged the bottom of her blouse out of her skirt. My fingers touched the smooth, warm flesh and she shivered. I slipped my fingers under her waistband and located the side of her panties. The band was thin, maybe only a centimetre wide and I could feel a seam. I drew the material up out of the skirt, wrapped my hand around and gave a firm tug. It took two attempts, but then the seam gave way.

Chantal gave a little, “Oh!”

I tugged her blouse out on the side nearest me and then repeated the manoeuvre, the lace band giving way at the third attempt this time. Then I slipped my hand inside the back of Chantal’s skirt, the back of my hand grazing her spine as I reached down to locate the loose end of her panties. My fingers went further than necessary so that I could feel the knuckle of my middle finger sliding into her bum cleavage.

Pulling the material free, I whispered to Chantal to lift a little and then I slowly drew the wrecked panties out of her skirt, knowing that they would be sliding across her pussy and up between her cheeks. Her eyes opened again, but then crossed as I retrieved the garment, stimulating her erogenous zones.

Chantal’s nostrils were flared and I guessed that she was probably as turned on as me. It took about thirty seconds for her to regain an element of self-control, at which point she spotted the panties in my hand. She snatched them away and quickly secreted them in her bag. For the first time in a while she spoke again.

“Oh shit! That’s was so erotic! It’s making me have all sorts of naughty thoughts!”

“Like?”

“Like… now I want to see your dick, so that I can properly compare it to my boyfriends'”

“OK,” I said. And then I unzipped my fly.

“Not here!” she whispered.

“Too late,” I grunted, as I pulled at the buttons securing my underpants. My cock head sprang into view immediately.

Chantal bursa sınırsız escort gasped, quickly looked to make sure nobody could see and then reached out. This time she was able wrap her hand completely round my cock and immediately resumed her rubbing. If it was good before, now, flesh on flesh, if she kept this up for very long, the pub was going to experience a new indoor fountain.

And then it all became surreal; as I watched, fascinated, Chantal suddenly bent at the waist and dropped her head into my lap. Suddenly my cock was wrapped in the soft, warm wetness of her mouth and her tongue was doing some amazing things. I’d stopped breathing and my orgasm hit at lightning speed – too fast to warn Chantal. But she continued to bob her head as I emptied my testicles and she swallowed everything I produced. When I’d finally finished spurting she sat back up, licking her lips and promptly tucked my softening cock away in my underpants and zipped my trousers up. Then she checked just to make sure that nobody had seen.

I just sat looking at her with what must have been an astounded look on my face.

“Well don’t just sit there,” she giggled. Go and get me another drink to wash it down.

So I stood up, quickly adjusted myself to ensure that my cock wasn’t too obvious and walked down to the bar. By the time I returned, Chantal had picked up a beer mat and was fanning herself with it.

As I sat down, I whispered, “That was amazing! It was possibly the most erotic thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Chantal smiled, but her voice was husky as she replied, “Well, that’s gotten you off, but what about me?”

My mouth was dry. I knew what I wanted to do, but I couldn’t see how to do it.

“I want to repay the compliment, but I think its way too risky here.”

As if to underline my point, just then another couple walked past and sat at a table a short distance away. I could feel the heat in my face rising as I realised just how close we came to being caught in the act.

“Well, perhaps we should finish our drinks and then call it a day here.”

I was surprised at her words, considering what she had said only a few moments ago, but then she continued.

“I think I need to go back to the office. Perhaps you’d like to come with me. I think there’s something you may be able to help me with.”

Assuming that she had intended the double meaning, I asked, “Will it still be open?”

“Of course, very open,” she breathed.

We walked along the road towards our building, but just before we get there Chantal tugged on my arm and leaned over to whisper conspiratorially.

“I can’t believe how wet you’ve made my pussy. I hope that you’re not going to let me down?”

A half turn and nudge of my groin into her hip gave her an appropriate answer.

The security guard hardly even looked up as we walked past and then individually used our passes to enter the interior of the building. The cleaning staff were just on their way out, having finished for the day. We got into the lift together and as the doors closed Chantal pressed her body up against mine.

“I have never felt so horny in my life! I’m almost out of control!”

The lift doors opened at the fifth floor and we almost ran down to Chantal’s tiny office. She shut and locked the door behind us then, rather bizarrely, opened the blinds that had been closed when we entered. Then she switched off the lights. Now I understood her purpose; our building wasn’t overlooked on this side, but the night time view was spectacular and there was just enough light to see each other.

Chantal leaned back against her desk, breathing heavily, drawing her skirt up her legs. I walked over and dropped to my knees in front of her. She continued to lift the garment slowly, until I couldn’t stand the suspense any more. I pushed the skirt up to her waist and plunged my face between her already parted legs.

I could see the sheen on Chantal’s pussy. She was wetter than I’d ever seen a woman before and in the brief millisecond that it took for my lips to target her swollen clit, I noticed that her lips were puffed and parted. She gasped as my tongue rasped across the sensitive little organ. I concentrated on it, swirling my tongue around and nibbling gently with my teeth, then occasionally delving the tip down between those soft folds. Her breathing became heavier and she shuddered every now and then.

Judging the time was right, I eased two of my fingers up into Chantal’s pussy. She moaned and almost immediately began to buck against my mouth and hand. Her legs crushed against the sides of my head, effectively making me deaf, yet I could still hear her cries as she came heavily.

*****

When Chantal finally released the pressure on my ears, I was able to back away. I stood, wanting nothing more than to penetrate her with my cock. I began to unzip my trousers, my attention centred between her legs.

“No, wait!” she panted. “I can’t take you just yet. It’s too soon. It will hurt. You’ll have to nilüfer escort give me a few minutes.”

I fought to control the impulse to ignore her pleas and just dive right in, but common sense just managed to hold me in check. She wasn’t stopping me – she just needed time to recover from her orgasm.

“Besides,” she said with a smile. “You still need to fulfil my fantasy for me.”

She stood upright, knees shaking slightly and walked around her desk. She pulled the chair out to the side of it and sat down. Then she signalled me to move across by the door and stand in front of her.

“Well, you remember what I told you that I’ve always wanted to see, don’t you?”

I nodded, my mind beginning to spin.

“Come on then, get ’em off!” she jokingly commanded. She was still panting from her previous efforts.

So, I began to strip. Slowly, piece by piece, until I stood naked, my cock harder than I had ever imagined possible, nodding with the blood pulsing through it.

Chantal had pulled her skirt back down when she sat on the chair and her legs were together, revealing nothing. But as I took hold of my shaft and gently began to stroke up and down it, she began to unbutton her blouse, raising my libido even higher.

The blouse fluttered to the floor and I found myself staring at the beautiful lace brassiere – but not for long, as she reached behind and unhooked it. Sliding the straps down and off, she kept one arm holding the cups in place, then transferred her hands to the cups. I watched, transfixed as he allowed the bra to fall slowly away, while leaving her hands in place covering her breasts.

“My nipples are sooooo hard,” she breathed. “And hot! They’re almost burning my hands.”

I moaned in appreciation, my hand movements involuntarily speeding up.

Chantal took her hands away, her chest heaving with her heavy breathing, the near-perfect orbs glowing with a sheen of sweat, the angry red nipples seemingly aimed at me.

I was getting close now and my hand was moving faster. Chantal slowly stood and began to unzip the side of her skirt – the last item of clothing hiding her complete nudity. And then she dropped it. I felt my cock surge with the ejaculate.

With an edge of excitement in her voice, Chantal challenged me, “Come on then, see if you can hit me!”

I’d said that it was a small office, but I was still a good six feet away from her, so I didn’t think it was possible. But I was wrong, the first spurt landed on her legs around her knees, the second was much higher; almost reaching her breasts. The third jet was an almost perfect shot and Chantal looked down at the come dribbling across her pussy.

“You dirty bastard!” she said with a wicked grin. “I told myself that if you managed it, then I’d let you do whatever you want with me. I hope you’ve got more where that came from so that you can use me properly?”

I’d surprised myself – especially as this was my second orgasm of the evening. Hearing Chantal’s words both excited me and filled me with dread – I had no idea if I would be capable of anything else now. But I needn’t have worried; before I’d even finished, Chantal closed the two paces between us and sank to her knees. She licked the head of my penis clean and then began sucking it back to hardness. It didn’t take very long.

My cock was hurting, feeling as though it had been stretched beyond endurance, but I was ready to enter Chantal now. I told her to get up and bend over her desk. She readily and quickly complied, looking back over her shoulder as I approached her from behind. She giggled as I nudged the head against her pussy lips. She was tight, but I kept increasing the pressure and my dick gradually sank further, until my balls were nestled against her pubic hair. I began to stroke in and out, building up a rhythm.

I kept going until I felt that Chantal was close to her orgasm, but then stopped. I wanted to prolong my enjoyment.

“Keep going, keep going, I’m nearly there!” she pleaded. But instead, I withdrew.

Chantal looked back at me with a pained look on her face. I took my pussy-soaked shaft in my hand and aimed it a little higher, then leaned back in. She gasped.

“Oh! I’ve never done that before!”

“You said that I could do whatever I want with you,” I reminded her.

“You really are a dirty bastard, aren’t you? Look, I’m scared it will hurt.”

The lubrication already smothering my cock allowed the head to pop through the sphincter quickly, but I stopped and waited for her discomfort to ease. Slowly, ever so slowly, I started to rock gently and push further and further. Chantal said nothing, but seemed to have clamped her mouth shut. She was breathing forcefully through her nose.

I could feel Chantal’s anal walls relaxing and her breathing began to settle, so I started moving, it took maybe ten minutes, but eventually I was fucking her ass rapidly – and I got the impression she was beginning to enjoy it.

“Oh you dirty bugger! You’re going to make me come like this aren’t you?”

The slapping sounds of my thighs on her bum cheeks echoed around the office. I got faster and faster, but after two orgasms already I lasted a long time. I began to think I was going to pass out from the marathon effort, but then I felt Chantal responding and watched her hand slither down to play with her pussy.

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