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My Wife Expands Her Love Life Ch. 02

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Erica arrived at the spa fifteen minutes before her appointment. She brought her book with her, as she wanted to be early. Soon after she registered and sat down the door opened and another client joined her in the waiting area. Soft lights and running water, plus quiet harp music created a tranquil environment. The other client was a black gentleman, who she noted was very, very black and she knew instantly that he must be African.

They fell into an easy conversation and she learned that he was also attending the same insurance conference. His first name was Collin and she stood up and went over to shake his hand. He was young and strong, well over six feet tall and she could not help but be impressed with his handsome good looks and easy manner. He explained that he worked for a very large diamond exploration and wholesale company in Botswana, and one of his current priorities was to expand the company’s insurance portfolio. A fairly recent graduate with his MBA from Oxford in England, he was superbly well educated, having been sent to the famous boys’ school Eton from Botswana when he was just 12 years old.

He asked about her background and she was happy to report on her university degrees and senior position with Robert’s firm. She asked if he knew very many people in attendance at the conference, and he said he did not know anyone.

Erica thought to herself that most of the attendees would be interested in new product development, she had done a little homework on her way to the spa and also noted that the seating for the afternoon session was like a university lecture hall in two person desks. Also the more Collin talked, the more she thought that this was an excellent opportunity for her firm to interest him, and the diamond company, in being a new client.

She suggested to him that they sit together at the afternoon session, and he enthusiastically agreed. She was excited to make this connection as all good sales people make relationships with their clients and she knew Robert would want her to be aggressive with this wonderful opportunity.

A very young Asian woman came out and asked Collin to follow her in for his appointment. Erica could not help but note her beauty and tiny figure. She was dressed in a halter top and a short white skirt which was, apparently, the uniform for all the women working in the spa.

A few moments later a very cute young redhead with an engaging smile and Irish accent came out and asked Erica to follow her. They entered a dim hallway, and then the treatment room which had wall to wall mirrors on both sides of the massage table. The girl’s name was Linda, and her beautiful red hair tumbled in curls down over her shoulders. She was dressed like the other masseur, and she made herself busy preparing lotions while chatting easily with Erica, who quickly removed her clothes. The casual top came off and Linda whistled softly and smiled as she admired Erica’s full breasts.

Unnoticed in the hallway outside the spa, Nicole, the hotel hostess, padded silently down the hall to an unmarked door, and she opened it with her own key. She was not due to be on duty until 2 pm. She closed and locked the door behind her just in time to see Erica, through the one way mirror, remove her top.

Nicole watched, transfixed, as Linda approached Erica and softly cupped the older woman’s breasts. Erica was caught off guard and her nipples instantly became erect and full. Linda asked Erica to sit, and she walked behind her and drizzled massage oil over her breasts just a couple of feet in front of the mirror. Nicole excitedly watched, and hoped Erica would not stop the redhead’s advances.

The Irish girl talked softly to her client, every word was as Nicole had asked her to say, and Nicole grew extremely excited and stroked herself as Erica moaned. Linda brought her head around Erica’s shoulder and Erica turned towards her to see what she was going to do. The women’s lips met and Linda pushed her tongue into Erica’s mouth.

Erica responded in kind and the two women deep french kissed.

Nicole had her first orgasm. She wanted this woman. The black man had shown plenty of interest in her, but Nicole wanted the busty blonde. She could not afford to just try and seduce her, as she could lose her job, so she decided on the special offer of the massage. Nicole had met the Irish girl at a pub months earlier and took her home and seduced her. Then it was easy. She employed her at the luxury hotel to do her bidding, and the young lesbian was paid well.

Nicole had to know how far the gorgeous blonde was willing to go, and Linda was about to find out. She instructed Erica to lie on her front and she began massaging her shoulders, neck, and down her back. She trailed her fingers lovingly down the Escort bayan crack in the blonde’s beautiful ass. Nicole held her breath and Linda, breathing heavily, lightly touched Erica’s anal ring. Erica called out, but in a passionate way, not alarmed, and Nicole had another orgasm as she watched, delighted.

Linda got a warm facecloth and pushed part of it in Erica’s anus, cleaning and rubbing.

When she was happy with the cleaning she discarded the cloth and drizzled massage oil around the edge and inserted a finger slowly, slipping it in and out, over and over as she repeated the teasing. She then ran her mouth down Erica’s ass. Erica had never experienced this with any person, and then she felt the incredible tongue of the redhead pushing its way into her anal channel. Linda slid two fingers around Erica’s clit and she screamed with a huge orgasm. The two fingers did not stop but entered her pussy as her mouth continued rimming the blonde’s anus. Linda’s other hand stroked Erica’s clit while the other two fingers worked their magic deep in her pussy. Erica was powerless, and screamed into the pillow, as she squirted and came in the girl’s face.

Nicole was beside herself with lust. She wanted to burst in on the two women and take Erica herself, but she contented herself with orgasm after orgasm as she watched.

The redhead would get a big tip after this performance, she would make sure of that.

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A reminder popped up on James’s phone that he and Erica were to attend an 18th birthday party that night for Becky, who had been their pet and house sitter for many years and lived on the next street. He thought to himself that the last time he had seen Becky, some months previous, that she was maturing quite nicely from the skinny teen they had first met. Becky was very fond of Erica, as she was like a big sister to her, and he thought she liked him a lot too. In latter years he would always walk her home at night to make sure she was safe, and in the last year or so, she would always hug him, and sometimes kiss him on the cheek, thanking him. He found himself enjoying the hugs, looking forward to them as a matter of fact.

He wondered what Erica was doing, and he thought about sending her a text to ask her whether he should attend Becky’s party without him, but he wanted to go to it, so he didn’t ask his wife.

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Erica and Collin met a few minutes before 2 pm and picked up their identification credentials at the reception desk outside the conference center and proceeded to take their seats about halfway down the hall. She had showered after the incredible massage session and wore a simple skirt with a fairly tight top. She noticed Collin, and many other men for that matter, looking at her ample bust. Collin for his part, was casually dressed with an open neck shirt, which was well tailored and his slacks were finely cut. She thought to herself that he must be fairly senior in the diamond company despite his relative youth.

Collin’s company address showed New York, so she asked him about that, and he replied that they had just opened a New York office, and he would be splitting his time between there and Botswana.

As the conference speakers began their presentations, Erica noted that Collin was making notes about certain products, and so she quickly began making notes on the same subjects using shorthand that she had learned many years earlier. They sat very close together as the double seating required. Their arms were constantly rubbing against each other, and Erica found herself shifting positions slightly so that his arm would make contact with her breast. He looked down her front, and then realizing that she had noticed, pulled away quickly. She smiled, and ever so lightly gave his leg a squeeze. He noticed her wedding rings and smiled back, a radiant smile with his white teeth standing out against his very black complexion. His hand covered and squeezed hers.

They got back to work, and they covered their note papers with ideas and suggestions.

She texted Robert and wrote that it was very important for him to come to the end of the sales meeting, as she wanted him to meet he man she had met. He texted back that he would be there when their meeting broke up.

Erica was delighted when Robert arrived just as they stood up to leave the session. She introduced Collin to him and suggested the two men get to know each other over a drink, and she would proceed up and get dressed for dinner. Robert then asked Collin to join them for dinner which was sponsored by the conference, and he readily agreed.

Erica proceeded to the elevator and ran into Abel the room service delivery boy. He smiled warmly at her and they got into the elevator together. He was carrying a tray. She stood close to him and touched his face caressing him, and telling him not to be shy, that she liked what happened that morning, and asked him if he was on duty the next morning.

He was headed to her Bayan escort floor, so she told him to come to her room after he delivered the tray and he stammered that he would. Erica was quite horny after practically sitting on Collin’s lap for three hours and with Robert tied up for an hour she decided that she would ask Abel for a favour.

Erica was sure that Abel would do what she wanted, that he was a submissive type, and so she planned to find out right now. She slipped out of her business attire and put on an outrageously low cut T shirt and a short skirt. She threw her damp panties into the laundry hamper. She had a plan for the young busboy, and finally he rang the doorbell of the suite. When he walked in she took him by the hand and pushed him down on a comfortable chair in the living room of the suite. Wordlessly, she bent over in front of him and showed him her ample cleavage. Smiling, she reminded him that her husband back in Chicago wanted her to have a black lover. She ordered him to slide down in the chair and he did exactly as he was told. Pulling up her skirt, she sat on his face, holding his mouth firmly against her pussy. She called him names. She moved her pussy faster and faster against his eagerly licking lips and tongue. Her legs had his arms pinned to the chair.

She had an orgasm and the relief of the built up tension of the afternoon with Collin flooded the young man’s face. She told him to stand, and ripped at his pants. His cock sprang free, fully erect and engorged. She slapped his cock and was delighted to hear him moan with pleasure before she kissed the cock head and sucked it into her white mouth, over and over as her saliva built up. She only had fifteen minutes. She yelled at him to fuck her hard, and bent over for him to take her doggy style. He did not disappoint and rammed his eight inches hard into her willing pussy. She grabbed his hand and with it, stroked her clit. He would do anything for her. After the wild experience with Linda, the masseuse, Erica thought that the next time she would make Abel do her in the ass. She would start him off by making him rim and lick her ass as the young Irish girl had done and Erica had loved it. She felt Robert’s cock would be too big for her back there, but Abel she could probably handle.

He exploded his cum deep in her pussy.

She realized that he had not even tried to kiss her and she thought that she would fix that too.

She told him to get dressed and leave as she had to be ready for her boss. He obediently excused himself, and she went to shower.

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Collin was very taken with the beautiful Erica. While seated beside her he felt himself getting aroused, and his thoughts went back to his teenage years and later his university experiences. When he was studying at Eton he only returned to Botswana for the long summer break where his father, a senior executive at the diamond company put him to work in the labor force. This gave him experience in working with the laborers, and also made him more fit as the outdoor physical work built his strength and endurance. The men whom he worked with often made comments about the white wives of the ex-patriot executives who were hired from England to work at the company, mostly in engineering and financial fields. The workers intimated that some white wives were seduced by the black, local men who populated the executive branch of the company, and they commented on how they would like to take their turn with the white women.

Collin was in a work gang that was run by Odete, an older student who was finished at Eton and now studying geology at Oxford.

Collin remembered vividly that after his first year at Oxford, when he lived in residence, like all undergrads were expected to do, that it was Odete who recommended a place for him to live with a white couple. Odete said they were very nice, the man was a professor, and his wife worked part time at a local library. They did not have any children and they were happy to have a boarder on their third floor. The rooms were spacious, and Collin was delighted. There was even a small living room with a television, and a tiny study for him to work.

The second evening with Professor Pears and his wife, Collin got a headache and asked Mrs. Pears for a pill. She said for him to go up to his room and get into bed and she would be up to attend to him. A few minutes later she arrived with a cold compress and the pill he requested. She sat on the side of the bed and put the compress over his eyes and forehead. As she leaned in to do that he was very aware of her full breasts against his chest. It was a warm September night and Collin had only pulled up a sheet over his naked body. Mrs. Pears pulled the sheet down to his waist. She commented on his wonderful physique, and ran her hands lightly over his chest. Her perfume was intoxicating. Collin remembered the workers comments about white wives with black lovers and he started to get hard.

Mrs. Pears noticed.

Mrs. Pears loved black students, Escort the blacker the better, the stronger the better, and she was very taken with young Collin. She told Collin about the many nights with Odete, and how she had taught the young man the many ways of sexually satisfying an older woman. She asked Collin if Odete had told him anything about her, and Collin replied that he had not. Mrs. Pears was very pleased.

She told Collin that Professor Pears was over thirty years her senior, She slipped her hand under the sheet. Collin froze with fear. But his cock paid no attention, and formed a tent that Mrs. Pears looked at with anticipation.

Collin snapped back to attention as he realized Robert was speaking to him.

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James was late for the party at Beck’y apartment. He had finished up an assignment and had received the next day off as a partial reward. When he arrived some of the guests had already left whilst others young people were preparing to go out clubbing. Becky spotted him immediately and bounced over to him excitedly. He was stunned by her appearance. It seemed she had matured greatly in the past few months, and he was delighted to see her. She hugged him and put her arms around his neck kissing him on the lips. A friend of hers went past and said to her to give him one of her special kisses, and they both laughed. Becky was wearing a thin cotton sundress, and it was certainly evident she was not wearing a bra. The dress was flared out and short, mid thigh or higher, and her legs were bare and gorgeous. James realized with a start, that she was dressed exactly like the young porn star he had been watching in the movie on his computer, her long hair was the same, the dress was identical in white with summer flowers on it , and her trim, ripe teenage body was overwhelmingly sexy, just like Riley, the porn star.

She took him by the hand into the living room where some couples were dancing, and she handed him a glass of wine. He noticed a flush on her cheeks and assumed that she had already had several glasses of wine. There was one seat left on the couch and Becky had him sit down and she sat on his lap. His arm went naturally around her waist, and her arm around his neck.

She whispered in his ear and asked about Erica, and seemed genuinely pleased to hear she was doing so well, and laughingly said to him that she would have to give him two special kisses, one he could pass on to Erica. His other hand slipped easily onto her exposed thigh, and he was delighted when she made no move to remove it, rather she patted it lightly and then put her hand to his face and moved his head slightly to kiss him.

Her mouth opened and their tongues met in a passionate french kiss. She told him she had wanted to kiss him like that for ages, and that she had given the special birthday kiss to lots of both boys and girls that night.

He was rock hard.

She moved on his lap, aware of his growing erection, and smiled sweetly. She pointed out her two girlfriend roommates who were dancing and necking with each other. She explained that they occupied the double bed room and she had the single. More and more of the friends left, and James was hoping she would not want to go downtown. He suggested they go back to his place where they could be alone.

She went to her room and came back with a knapsack, she whispered something to her roommates and then she and James, holding hands, left.

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Collin went back to his room after he and Robert parted.

His mind went back to thinking about Erica, and he wondered if he would get to know her better, or if she and Robert were an item.

He poured himself a drink, changed for dinner and had some time to himself. He thought back to the lovely Mrs. Pears. She had felt him get very nervous the night she treated him for his headache, so as much as she wanted to run her hand down to his throbbing naked black cock, she said she heard her husband call her and she excused herself.

Two more days passed. The routine was for him to share dinner with the professor and his wife. She would prepare the meal, and her husband would clean up after. Then Collin went into the living room and had tea with Mrs. Pears. They got along quite well and she asked him about his courses and how he was doing. She would sit beside him, touch his leg gently, and she always kissed him when he excused himself to study. As the week wore on the kiss would last longer, and he tried not to let her see that his cock was getting hard as they embraced. Once her husband walked in just as they were kissing. He made no comment as he walked past with his newspaper and his cup of tea.

The next night Collin was surprised.

The professor was out for the evening at departmental meetings, and the table was set with candles burning and an open bottle of good French wine on the table. Mrs. Pears came downstairs to greet him wearing a short skirt and a low cut tight top which showed her large breasts to perfection. She greeted him with a huge hug and a long kiss. She pushed her big, firm chest into the teenagers body and tousled his hair like an older person would do with a little boy. She said they had hours before the professor returned.

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The Box Ch. 06: “Sable Strokes”

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The Box had been absent from their lives for a time.

Nevertheless they had delighted in each other. Recently, he had placed her on a very strict no-touch regime, going deeply into teasing and denying her, excruciatingly so. Night after night he himself would edge her, demand she report how close she was to orgasm, take her close, closer, again and again, whispering such wicked and depraved things into her ear that he barely needed to touch her to take her there.

Each night, after at least a half dozen edges, he would promise her at least one ruin, and then instead edge her again and yet again, without even that satisfaction, until she was nearly weeping, begging him, promising him anything for even the deeply dissatisfying ruin she knew it would end up being.

And he in turn would assure her that he would satisfy that urge this time, as long as she adhered to some bargain he concocted in the moment. Either by counting down a little too quickly, or asking her some riddle that confused her, the answer to which failed some arcane test and meant she hadn’t won satisfaction, or using two fingers deep inside her and no stimulation of her clit whatsoever, and when she wailed: “I can’t come like this” merely to whisper that he was sure she could, and that she should either relax more or try harder, and then he would start counting again, always too quickly.

He would stop touching her, leaving her short, and she would moan and shake in frustration and murmur: “I hate you”, and with genuine sounding sorrow in his tone, he would hug her tightly and kiss her softly and assure her he knew what she really meant, and that tomorrow would be different.

Of course, it wasn’t.

She could barely think straight in the day, during this time, her mind straying back between her legs constantly, her thoughts filled with dozens of alternatives to that forbidden stimulation, just as he intended. Filling her mouth, filling her arse, reddening her buttocks with crops, paddles, bare hands, anything to take away that throbbing itch for a time.

*

Now, though, a national holiday approached and they had planned to disconnect from the world. They had raced to complete all their work by a certain date and agreed to turn off their phones, close up their laptops, set their email to auto-respond, and travel out into the countryside.

They had planned in the days to wander the local area, enjoying the sunshine, the parklands, the natural hikes, the historical sites. By night they would dedicate themselves to each other.

The place they had chosen was a small rural cottage, whitewashed walls, thatched roof, an authentic kitchen served by a log fire. It was quite removed from the local towns and warm and snug inside. It felt like stepping back into a bygone era with its oil lamps, its open grate, its own well for fresh water.

She had unpacked and hung her clothes in the oak wardrobe and returned to the main room, flooded with spring sunshine and uncluttered as only a holiday residence could be, when she saw The Box resting on the coffee table.

She became aroused immediately. So long without seeing it, she had wondered if its effects upon her would still work. Yet they did. Knowing how deeply their game had woven itself into her consciousness was itself also arousing. She felt a thrill somewhere between expectation, fear and delight deep in her belly that sang though her nerves and her hips twitched all on their own.

As usual he was watching her. He took such pleasure in the effects of its surprise appearance upon her, looking for the change in her expression, the quickening of her breath, the flush of her cheeks, the parting of her lips and the way she flicked her gaze back to him as he sat there smiling quietly.

He loved how conditioned to their game she had become.

Further, he loved heightening those effects. They had arranged to spend their first day touring the local area so when he suggested she remove her panties before they left the house, he did so knowing full well what effect it would have upon her throughout the day. She eased them off right there before him, slipping them out from Side escort under her light skirt, and handed them to him. He tucked them into his pocket.

And tour they did, in the open top car they had hired, the better to feel part of the landscape through which they drove. They stopped off here and there to park and look at the sights.

Throughout the day, every so often, he would lean in to place a gentle kiss upon her neck and murmur something wicked in her ear.

“I wonder if you’ll get to see inside the box tonight,” he’d say. Or:

“How does it feel, being naked under your skirt?”

Once or twice as they strolled the parapets of a local castle, with a few other tourists nearby, the warm breeze caught her skirt and she had to smooth it down with her hand. He came behind her, took her hand in his and pressed it to the hardness between his legs, whispering how excited it made him to think of her like that, slick between her legs and with the thinnest of material hiding this from the other people.

“Do you think we will allow you will come tonight?” he asked her. “Seeing as we are on holiday?”

She moaned in anticipation.

They took a light supper in the open air at a local village. Candles flickered on the tables. The warm breeze felt like silk against her skin and a lover’s breath between her thighs. He stroked her cheek with his fingers. Every so often he flicked a glance over at nearby diners. A silent look back to her, a slightly grin, suggested he was enjoying her frustration, her exposure to the elements, the proximity of the unwitting diners.

*

Back in the cottage, with a pretty fire dancing in the grate and the oil lamps dotted around the main room giving off a warm, orange glow, he eased the necklace that bore the key off from her neck, inserted it into The Box and turned it.

The metallic click as the lid sprung up was music to her ears.

She peered inside to see what lay there.

It was a paintbrush, for fine art, expensive, made of soft sable, about the diameter of his thumb.

She peered up at him curiously.

“Are we going to paint something?” she asked.

“We are,” he said. “We are going to paint you, my beautiful artwork.”

“Body painting?” she said. “But where are the paints?”

He simply smiled and led her over to a space he had cleared that morning, in front of the fireplace. He had laid carpet and several soft rugs there.

“Undress,” he said, in that certain tone he sometimes used with her that spoke to some deep, obedient part of her mind. She felt her hands jerk to obey him almost before she consciously moved to do so herself.

“Kneel,” he said, in that same tone, and she found herself dropping to her knees instantly, to gaze up at him. He stroked her hair, admired her beauty, praised her obedience and then eased her back until she lay, face up, on the carpet, warmed by the heat of the open fire.

He bound her there, arms stretched taut above her head, legs parted and ankles secure, another loop around her thighs to prevent her hips lifting and one more around her neck, partly to prevent her lifting her body but also because he knew she enjoyed that sensation. As he fastened this last loop about her throat, he whispered: “Just like a collar, to remind you that you are mine.”

Then he fetched the brush from The Box.

He began at her scalp, drawing the brush from the very crown of her head down through her hair, a curious sensation, and down her forehead, across her temples, along the upper parts of her neck. Slow, steady, gentle strokes in an almost meditative rhythm.

At first, he simply moved down her body, from head to shoulders to chest, to belly, thighs, legs and feet, as if she were being slowly drawn through the lightest of portals, head first, like being reborn. The fire flickered, the shadows swung in the dim light of the room. There was no music, just her soft, steady breath, the guttering of the flames and occasionally the odd word of praise from him as he worked.

Once he had moved down from the very top to the very bottom of her body, he began seriously Escort side to paint sensation upon her.

There was a pattern she began to discern in his ministrations. He began in her least sensitive areas, painting invisible, swirling, arcane patterns like beautiful lace or perhaps the intricate Celtic knotworks. Her shoulders, her arms, her hips. Yes, they were still sensitive, acutely so after the weeks of denial but still this was mere sensation, not yet acutely erotic.

She closed her eyes and the sensations upon her skin became amplified. As if she had entered an altered state, she began not just to feel the brush tracing patterns across her skin but also to see them in her mind’s eye. Spirals and whorls arose in her imagination, floated through her mind, danced and spun. It reminded her of the film Fantasia she had watched as a child.

It was as if he were filling her in like colouring book.

He moved on to more sensitive areas: the palms of her hands and her fingertips, the lids of her eyes, her face, the slightly parted lips of her mouth. Every faint dab of the brush now thrilled her and sent out shimmers of sensation that echoed around her body. The pretty patterns in her mind became more intricate and fractal. Her breath began to deepen.

And still he administered the brush in that slow, even-handed rhythm. He wasn’t out to surprise her with sudden, different pace or pressure. This was something else. A more calculated torture.

She knew, very well, what he was doing. As the brush stroked around her breasts towards the very edges of her areolae, or wandered up her thighs nearer and nearer to her vulva. He was painting her pleasure from least sensitive, least erotic, to the very place she needed to be touched. The very place he had been promising all day. Indeed, he had been promising something for weeks, during her denial.

He spoke to her quietly of her beauty, of how pleased he was to see her in this guttering firelight, of how delighted he was with her obedience, her denial, her yearning to please him.

Sometimes she drifted, floated, as if she had fallen asleep for a moment. She returned with a little thrill, to the present moment, to the touch of the brush, to his sweet, low voice murmuring things to her, urging her to breathe deeply and evenly, to relax.

Slowly, inexorably, he began to near her nipples and her clit, excruciating her with light, lapping teasing promises of the brush. The weeks of teasing before were nothing compared to the hair fine fibres of the brush stroking towards and alongside her most sensitive places.

But he did not quite touch them. Every time she felt he was about to stroke the fine hairs across that most sensitive flesh, and she arched her back and stretched her body forward to meet them, he simply drew the brush around her nipple, in a circle, three times, and then allowed it to recede, following the lines he had drawn previously.

He did the same as he neared her swollen clit. Her hips pressed forward, opening herself as she tried to raise herself, seeking out the fine hair with her most hungry, sensitive spot, only to find him circle it three times and allow the brush to recede, like an ebbing tide, back the way it came.

Something about the hours – it must have been hours by now – of slow, concentrated stimulation had pushed her into a hypersensitive state. She swore she could feel individual hairs of the brush dragging across her skin.

And it didn’t help that his low, murmuring voice urged her to feel the light lapping. Didn’t she want to feel it everywhere? Couldn’t she imagine it stroking and teasing her where she wanted it the most. It was almost hypnotic, those gentle, repetitive words.

Her nipples and clit burned like tiny points of fire. Her body tingled, covered in the lacework of sensation. And where he avoided with the brush, those three circles around her nipples and her most throbbing centre, felt like three tiny disks of longing, numb in contrast to the even-handed lapping of the brush that had touched every other inch of her. Between the lapping, and the numbness, and the hoping, and his gentle, Side escort bayan urging voice, she simply floated, mindless, the edges of her perception dissolving into a single wash of need.

Perhaps she had faded out for a moment, for she came to her senses, once again, to find the brush lapping, slowly, steadily, directly along her clit. She could hardly breathe. It lapped, like the softest, sweetest tongue, edging her, holding her right there, just before the tipping point. The edge had at one time been a sharp line over which she could pass, to tip directly into orgasm. Now after all their games, after these weeks of teasing, after these hours of the brush, the edge was a landscape that lead into the foothills of orgasm, a burning, pulsing landscape of sensation which led ever upwards towards a receding peak of sensation she wasn’t even sure she wanted to reach. If it were just a little faster, a little firmer…

“Oh please,” she moaned.

“Please what?”

“Please keep doing that. I’m so close.”

“Please keep doing what?”

She opened her eyes to see what he was doing.

He sat, beside her, hands in his lap, gazing at her intently.

And still that steady, soft stroking stimulated her. She still could hardly breathe, despite the confusion and astonishment. She wasn’t sure what was happening.

“Can you still feel it? Like when you spin around and stop but your head keeps spinning? Like you’ve been on a boat for the day, and you step off it but you still feel yourself swaying? Apparently the echoes concentrate physically in the place you have been focusing your attention. I wonder where that is.”

She moaned as the ghostly sensation of the brush lapped at her core.

“I don’t know how long it will last,” he said. “It could be a couple of hours. It could be a couple of days.”

A couple of days! A half-moan, half-whimper escaped her. A couple of days with an incessant, steady lapping, teasing sensation edging her, like a scratch unable to be itched, driving her ever upward in frustration without relief.

“We could leave you lying here,” he mused. Her whimper was her only reply. “Or perhaps you would prefer we relieve you with touch?” She nodded, desperate for the teasing to end.

“Very well,” he said.

He stroked one finger down her neck and she arched her back. The single touch upon her flesh seemed magnified by her now hypersensitive skin. She swore she could feel the ridges of his fingerprint. And more … she felt the touch trickle through her, following the lines of the loops and whorls he had painted on her flesh, sensation like lava, like sparkling light, tracing across her skin, following the maze upon her flesh to flood against her nipples…

No, not her nipples. He had drawn circles around them. The cascade of sensation washed against this, taunting her nipples with denial too. They were burning hard now, longing for sensation.

Another stroking touch, upon her thigh this time, the sensations flowing through the labyrinthine map upon her skin, to meet the circle he had drawn around her vulva, stopping them going any further. And just inside, that light, invisible, echoing lapping on her clit, slow, steady, unsatisfying.

She writhed and whimpered upon the carpet but that simply seemed to send further teasing ebb and flow across her skin to fall short of her most needy points.

“You should try to keep still,” he whispered, “or you might drive yourself insane with unfulfilled sensation.”

He tested her bonds, ensuring she was still firmly restrained. Then he himself ran another finger down her neck. Her core burned, throbbed, the ghostly brushing exquisite and unsatisfying.

“Perhaps we’ll let you feel a real finger upon your tip later on,” he said. “Or the real lick of the brush. It would be explosive, after all this time, wouldn’t it? It would send you right over. But it would be a shame to ruin this beautiful state too quickly, wouldn’t it? Right now it just takes a fingertip upon your shoulder to frustrate you so much your mind simply dissolves. You’d promise me so many things just for relief, wouldn’t you?”

She nodded, delirious with pleasure. She knew he’d bargain with her. Pain and punishment in the future for satisfaction right now. And she would gladly agree. He knew her very well indeed.

“Take a breath and relax, sweet thing. We have all night.”

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Chapter 27 – Sisters, Friends and Lovers

How to invite two straight friends to a wedding orgy

At home the next weekend, Fran laid out the next challenge we had now that we’d coped with explaining our lifestyle and rough wedding plans to my parents. Fran had two close friends she’d grown up with – Val and Loren – neither of whom were sexual players as far as we knew, and they both needed to be convinced to be in the wedding and to play sexually with our perverted bunch of partiers. Val was an old high school friend, and Fran worked with Loren and they’d become BFFs outside the family circle.

Fran said, “I think the best plan is for the two of us to approach them one at a time, but together – you and me. I’ll do the hard sell, and you turn on the romance and flirt outrageously with them.”

I shrugged. I could do flirting with the two women just by being present, at least according to René. I’d seen pictures of Val and Loren, and they were both knockouts, although it had been hard to tell much more due to the limited nature of the photographs and their Facebook snapshots.

Val lived and worked about two hours away in Newport, Rhode Island. Fran arranged for us to go down and see her for lunch the following Saturday. Val was thrilled she’d get to spend a little time with her old friend, and also get to meet me again without the distraction of large lawn party.

Val did some kind of telemarketing and customer service, but Fran and a search of Facebook didn’t provide any more details than that. I’d had a couple of friends doing cold call telemarketing, and they told me it was the most unrewarding job they could think of.

We caught up with Val at a waterfront restaurant and pub in Newport. She was a hot woman Fran’s age, with glasses, but the kind of personality that made you think she was a sleeper and that her sexuality ran deep but had been suppressed to the point it was just ready to explode into a fourth of July fireworks.

Seeing her again, I wondered what she’d be like in bed. I scolded myself for that thought, but I realized I thought of almost every woman I saw that way.

We were about the only ones in the pub, and since the weather was relatively warm we sat outside but kept our coats on. I played a relatively silent role as Fran and Val caught up. They hadn’t seen each other for almost two years, since Fran and I had first started to go together, but they had had various telephone chats.

I almost dozed off in the warm sun, listening with half an ear to the feminine chatter about old friends, who was where, who’d seen what on Facebook, and so on. That said, I occasionally turned on the charm with Val, even touching her hand or arm to make a point now and then in a way I’d been told warmed a woman up to you. When talk about the wedding started I tuned in a little more, but I had no idea how Fran intended to broach the delicate subject she’d really wanted to explore with Val.

Fran spoke, “Val, this is a bit delicate, but I would like you to listen to me because your participation in our April wedding as a bridesmaid is so important to me.”

“Sure. Oh, I’m looking forward to it. I don’t see what’s delicate at all. I’m flattered to be asked.”

Fran said, “There are some details that I need to share with you.”

“Details?”

“Well, for one, we’re doing a destination wedding in St. Maartens in the Caribbean. We’ve picked a resort, and this is the delicate part, the dress code at the resort we’ll be using is clothing optional.”

Val smiled and said, “I still don’t see the problem.”

I jumped in after touching Val’s shoulders to get her attention and share the burden with my fiancée, “What Fran is trying to say is that part of the wedding may be clothing optional too, and … well, the reception will go on another five days in that spirit.”

Val looked between Fran and me. Fran said, “Let me explain a little more. Steve and I have lived together about two years, but my two sisters and two other friends also live with us … with an intimacy between all of us.”

In a very hushed tone but an interested look, Val said, “Oh.”

Fran continued. “Steve also has some other women he loves, and they too will be part of the ceremony along with some of the men who are my intimate friends.”

Val repeated softly, “Intimate friends?”

We both nodded. Fran emphasized, “Very intimate friends.” She put an emphasis on the word ‘very’ and the fact that ‘friends’ was a plural noun.

Val said in a matter of fact tone, “So, if I’m to participate in the wedding or reception I may need to be nude?”

“Maybe. We’re still planning the wedding,” Fran assured. “That’s our inclination, or maybe at least topless. Does that shock you?”

Val laughed for the first time since our conversation had taken this turn, “Actually, no. I sort of like the idea, in part because it holds the middle finger up to authority and the status quo. You should know, I’m no fashion model or porn queen.”

Fran ignored her deprecating comment yalova escort and I know the reference to a porn queen made her think of Sheila. She said, “You can bring a friend, and just to warn you, there’s likely to be some pretty serious swinging at the reception and the rest of the week.” Fran had really stuck her neck out now.

Val smiled and nodded, “Well, that’s what I sort of picked up from what you were saying. Do you want me to participate?” I sensed eagerness in her voice. I was getting the impression that there wasn’t one part of the proposed wedding scenario that bothered Val. She seemed to roll easily with nudity, topless, swinging, and who knows what else.

Fran said quickly, “Oh, only if you want to. I just want you to know what’ll be going on.”

Val laughed again, “Fran, you were worried about telling me and getting me to participate weren’t you?”

Fran nodded. “I hope I haven’t insulted you … or ruined our friendship.”

“Oh, God, no,” Val exclaimed with a chuckle as she leaned forward to touch Fran’s arm. “Let me tell you something about my job that very few people know.” She settled back in her chair and looked around to make sure that no one near us would hear her.

Val said, “I tell everyone I have a job doing telemarketing, but … well, I’m one of the key women at the end of a ‘900’ number.”

Fran didn’t get it; I did instantly. I laughed.

Val looked at Fran and said, “Phone sex! I do phone sex with people that call in.”

Fran started to laugh. “I might have expected that of you, but I couldn’t be sure your high level of horniness had stuck with you since school.”

Val retorted, “I love sex, and while I don’t sell my body, I sell my voice – and I’m thinking of starting a webcam operation too. I have a bunch of steady clients, and I’m making some really good money. Someday, I know I’m going to have to stop and get a ‘real’ job, but this is still fun and sexy and arousing.”

I asked, “Do you use an office or work from home?”

“Both. I spend about three afternoons a week in an office near here. The rest of the time, we login with our phones and then calls get routed to us automatically. Not much happens in the morning, so I’ve become a night person. I get the high school and college guys calling in the afternoon and early evening, and the older men calling in between nine and one a.m.”

I asked, “What’s your specialty, or do you have one?”

Val said, “I have several, and I get my calls depending on what they’ve punched in as their preference. They can also login their preferences at our website, and shortcut the calls to get to us then if they have a PIN. My specialties are straight sex, group, cuckold, hot wife, lesbian, gangbang, and masturbation.”

Fran said, “Do you join in or is it all just make believe?”

“Oh, some of the men can really get me cranked up. I’m embarrassed to admit that I usually cum about five or six times a day – sometimes twice in one call with the right guy when he’s talking back to me a lot, you know, good dirty talk.”

“Do you have a steady guy or is it all solo?”

“Oh, I’ve been getting plowed rather heavily while I’ve been on the phone describing to some caller what’s happening to me. They love it, and will usually spend another ten or fifteen minutes hanging in with me until I orgasm – if I can hold it off that long.” She blushed and added, “I’ve also had a gal friend eating my pussy during a few calls, but she moved away, so that doesn’t happen these days.”

Fran asked, “So, boyfriend doesn’t mind you doing this?”

“Boyfriend’s name is Jerry, and he gets really turned on by it. It has really spiced up our sex life to a real peak.”

I asked, “How’d you get the job?”

“Friend of a friend at a party asked me some probing questions and I guess I answered the right way. The jobs are sought after because they pay so well – like I can make an average of eighty to a hundred dollars an hour. About half of the gross revenue goes to the guys that run the hotlines, and we get the rest. The more we can keep someone on the line, the more we make – it’s a sliding scale too, and that’s why I like the returning customers too; they’re content to engage in a long call at three bucks a minute.”

“How do you think up stuff?”

“Oh, I have some scripts to get me started, and then cue cards with lots of expressions and key words on it to give me some ideas or remind me of dirty expressions. I keep adding to my lists and cue cards. I’m naturally creative and very verbal.” She gave me licentious grin.

I chuckled, “I have this vision of a bunch of severely overweight women doing this? Are you the exception to the rule? You’re beautiful, trim, and guys would like to eat you alive.”

Val said, “Thank you. Some of the other women that work in our call center are … well, the only words I can think of are calorie challenged, but then there are a few that are skin and bones, but they smoke like chimneys. They’re forced to stand outside yozgat escort in the snow and rain to get that hit of nicotine once an hour. The boss times them too. That said, they’re all one horny bunch and can talk a guy into cuming twice with them over an hour call. They’re good.”

“Any guys?”

“Just a few. Some of the calls are women, and most want to be sweet talked, to enjoy some fantasy lover who tells them they’re wonderful, can do no wrong, look fabulous, and are the most desirable person on the planet. We all have to be good at lying through our teeth to strangers who we’ll never see. Of course, there are guys because the gays call in too, but not as many as you’d think. We all use fake names; mine is Syndi.”

I speculated, “You’re in the business of selling a fantasy … of being a fantasy to someone.”

Val said, “Yes, about four an hour on average, but some only hang in there for five or ten minutes, and others may go an hour or more. You can really get into it with the longer calls; you know, create an identity, develop your character, see how the new you plays out against the character who’s on the other end of the phone line, and then work the storyline through to some fabulous conclusion with unbridled sex or true love or both.”

Fran mumbled, “I think I want to change jobs, particularly at a hundred an hour.” Val and I laughed.

Fran said, “Well, I was all worried about whether we’d shock you, but I have to admit you’ve shocked me … in a nice way. I’ll think of more questions on the drive home, but at least I know you’re ‘in’ on the wedding.” She paused and asked, “What about the extracurricular stuff that’ll be going on?”

Val thought, “Surprisingly, I’ve never actually done a lot of the stuff I pretend to have done. I’ve never been in a threesome or done anal sex or made love with a woman, but boy can I talk a good story. Maybe it’s about time I at least tried some of the things I’ve been telling my clients.”

I asked, “How do you learn your stuff?”

Val blushed, “I watch Internet porn and read Literotica. Visit a few sites and cruise around, and you can end up watching every sexual perversion known to mankind.” She chuckled.

“I know what you mean.”

Fran said, “Well, you’re in, and if you want a sympathetic ear during the week, come or call, and find me. I’ll help you, coach you, demonstrate for you, and just about anything else.” She added, “Sometime, I’d like to listen in to a bunch of your calls; could I do that?”

“Oh, sure. I have some of my friends over once in a while and I give them a headset so they can tune in. Jerry listens in all the time too. I think he’s curious what other guys are getting off on, plus sometimes he’s doing sexual things to me while I’m on the phone.”

We had a great lunch with Val, talked more about her job, the wedding, our lifestyle, and then about a half hour just talking about swinging, something Val had never engaged in but had a huge curiosity about. She told Fran she wanted to become a player.

After our long lunch we parted ways, but not before Fran had invited Val to come up and stay over on some weekend in the near future. Hopefully, I’d be home.

* * * * *

On the way home, Fran and I had a little pretend game where she played the role of a phone sex operator, and I called in.

Fran started, “Hi, Darling. Tell me your name. I’m so glad you called. I’ve been horny for you all day.”

Me, “Really. I’m Steve. Well, I was sort of curious about you, and what you’re wearing.”

“Oh, I’m Fran, and I have on a long t-shirt, but there’s nothing on under it because I like to be able to reach my pussy and play with myself when I think about you, Steve.”

“Are you playing with yourself now?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yeah, I’d like that, but tell me what you’re doing.”

Fran actually started to run her hand up under her woolen skirt. “I’m rubbing my nipples with one hand – I have big breasts, but you probably might have guessed that. They have big areolas, and right now my nips are excited and standing up at attention because I’m rubbing them. They’re very stimulated. Touching them or having them sucked on makes me really horny. With my other hand, well, I just put that down by my pussy. I have a little strip of hair that I saved when I last shaved down there. I like it when people like you run your finger through it – or your tongue, or your cock.”

“Could you put a finger inside your cunt?”

“Oh, Steve, I want to do that for you. Oooooooh, God. I’m doing it right now … and it feels so gooooood. I wish you were here doing it to me.”

“Say more.”

“Oh, I’m adding another finger … and another. I have three fingers in my pussy right now, and it’s really getting sloshy because I’m giving off so much girl juice … oh, I’m using my little finger too, … and now I’m folding my thumb into my hand … and … Oh, fuck, I just put my whole hand inside my cunt.”

“How’s that feel?”

“Oh, God, Steve. I ankara escort wish it were your hard cock. I bet you’re really big and a fucking powerhouse. Wouldn’t you like to … Oh, Steve, I think I’m going to cum. Oh … Oh … Oh, … Jeeze, I’m squirting girl juice. Oh, dear, I flooded the bed. There’s a huge wet spot right where I came just thinking about you fucking me – about you sinking your massive cock deep inside me and then pumping away until you cum deep inside me.”

Fran’s right hand was a blur under her skirt. Her eyes were slits as she stared at me and made love to herself. I kept checking the traffic around me, and pacing the car so no one was right next to us.

Before I could say anything further, Fran came for real. She gasped out, “Oh, fuck, that was intense.”

“I love you, Babe. You are a really hot fiancée, and you’re going to be one hot wife.”

Fran unfastened her seatbelt and came across the center console so she could kiss me. “I love you, husband to be. We are going to have such fun. We are having such fun. I love the way we are with everybody right now. I say that, but if you ever feel something is a ‘off’ I hope that you’ll come and talk to me. We have to keep being open with each other just the way we’ve been, particularly because we share ourselves with others.”

“You have my promise. Right now, I feel the same way you do. This is the good life, and I don’t want to change anything.”

Fran sat back down and added, “Now, hurry home because I need all eight-point-three-seven inches of your cock up my little cunt before we do anything else.”

True to her word, we no sooner got home, than Fran willingly dragged me past a few of the others in the living room, stripped the two of us, pushed me onto the large bed, and then gave me a genuine ‘Fran Henson, patented blowjob’ to get me hard again, and then started to ride me to several orgasms before I relaxed and blew a huge load of cum into the beautiful and moist dark reaches of her interior. We cuddled for a little, and both of us fell asleep for a bit, before we got up, showered, and joined the others to share the news about Val.

* * * * *

Fran and I sat on the sofa facing each other having a glass of wine. We’d both just gotten home from work, but I’d met her at lunch with her work colleague Loren. This was the start of what promised to be a slow seduction so that in six months Loren could be a ‘fully participating’ bridesmaid in our wedding.

I said, “You have yourself an uphill project with Loren. She’s one of the most conservative people I’ve met. At least today, I can’t imagine her even wearing a bikini, let alone going topless or nude at the resort, and participating in the ‘party after’ is an even further reach.”

Fran shook her head. “I think part of her demeanor today had to do with meeting you for the first time. She’s shy. Did you see the color rise in her neck just because you held her coat for her?”

I laughed, “Fran, I was standing about a quarter inch behind her, breathing hot air on her neck to turn her on, and as I helped her with the coat I lightly stroked the back of her neck with my fingers.”

Fran laughed, “You devil. Well, at least she responded. As we walked back to the office she allowed as how you were really nice … and now I see why she put the emphasis on the word ‘really.'”

“I did try to be engaging during our lunch. She’s nice, but as you said, she’s shy. Do shy and conservative mean the same thing in this case?”

“I guess we’ll find out. Tomorrow, I’m going to let it slip that we live in a polyamorous relationship. We’re going to build up to full disclosure over the next month or so.”

I speculated, “Even at full disclosure, I’m not sure she’s in your pocket. She needs to be a bit of exhibitionist or even a slut to fit in with our crowd.”

“Hey, are you calling me a slut?”

“Yeah, wanna make something of it?”

Fran grinned and said, “Yeah, how about a quickie before the others get home.”

On that note the two of us practically sprinted for the bedroom. I shut the door and left a telltale sock on the doorknob.

* * * * *

Periodically during my travels I got reports from Fran about luring Loren into our bawdy wedding and beyond that into pure lusty sluthood. Loren had taken the news of us living in a polyamorous relationship without much emotion other than curiosity. Fran said she asked some polite questions about how it worked, who else was involved, and why Fran had decided to pursue that lifestyle.

A week later, Fran commented about meeting up with Aidan for dinner, emphasizing that the liaison was a ‘date’ and that for certain he’d get lucky that night because she was horny. She’d already commented that I was in Denver. Fran said that Loren’s eyebrows went very high, even after she assured her that I was fully cognizant of Aidan and Fran’s ultimate intent, and that I not only approved but encouraged them.

A day or so later, she mentioned Matt Chung and how it was so nice to have him stay over occasionally when I was away because he could fix ‘guy things’ and was nice to cuddle up to. This time Loren enquired more specifically how many men and women were in our group. Fran only talked about the Cambridge contingent at that point: herself, Sheila, Ally, René, Ivy, Aidan, Matt, and me.

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Chapter 4 – The Dinner Party

The start of the fourth month was basically more of the same sort of things. I was having more sex than I probably ever had and I was loving it. We spent a lot of time doing normal sorts of things, but usually with at least some touch of the erotic, and some of the time, of course, I would have her posing for me and whatnot. One night I had her climb up on the table while I was eating and face away from me on her hands and knees while she masturbated. Another night I had her climb under the table and suck me off while I ate.

Mid way through the month, I told her that I was going to have a dinner party and that she would be the hostess of course. She asked me exactly what I meant by that, but I said that she would just need to wait and see. I was having a group of six male business associates from Germany over for dinner. I didn’t see them often, and didn’t really know them very well, but when I was in Germany they’d taken me out to a number of good strip clubs, and I was very confident that they would enjoy what I had planned. As long as Cindy went along with it…

The day of the dinner she was preparing the food in the afternoon. I went out shopping for her clothes for the night. Before I left I told her to dress in her French Maid’s outfit. It was sexy, but didn’t show anything. It consisted of a very short dress with the ruffled petticoats underneath, a strapless top that was very low cut and pushed her breasts up impressively and had low back. I instructed her to wear a very small pair on panties and the garter belt and fishnet stockings with very high heels. When I got home she met me at the door wearing the outfit. She was nervous. She had worn less in front of strangers a number of times, but something about being the hostess and clearly wearing this outfit for the excitement of the guests made her feel more of the pressure of attention. Regardless, she didn’t complain and the guests started to show up shortly afterwards.

The guests all complimented her on her outfit. Some with very lewd looks… She served us dinner and each time she put down a plate one of the guys or another would lean back to catch a glimpse of her ass. One time a guy did it very blatantly and I happened to catch his eye as he was doing it. He looked embarrassed, and he apologized as soon as she went back into the kitchen.

I said, “no, by all means, she is a very attractive woman and I appreciate the fact that other men like to look at her.”

They all concurred that she was very attractive, especially in the outfit she was wearing. I said that they hadn’t seen the half of it. I explained that she was a bit of a exhibitionist and tended to wear very revealing outfits. They were trying to be subtle, but one of them couldn’t help but ask what kinds of outfits I was talking about. I said that I wasn’t very good at describing that kind of thing, but maybe I could persuade her to show them one or two of them. They all looked a little surprised, a little embarrassed, and a good deal excited.

When Cindy came back in I told her that we had just been talking about some of the wonderful outfits she has and I asked if she wouldn’t mind showing us one or two of them. I had left the shopping bags in the den, so I ‘offered’ to grab them for her. I went and got the new things I had bought that day and gave her the first bag. She took it with her into the other room to change. It was a very short white dress and high heels. The dress was low cut, barely would cover her ass, and was so low cut in the back that from some angles you could see the curve of the top of her ass. I put a note in the bag earlier explaining that she was not to wear anything other than what was in each bag.

She came back out after what really seemed like too long of a delay… She looked great. The dress was extremely sexy, but almost had a class about it as well and she carried it off well. She brought urfa escort us out drinks, and more than a few times one of the guys would catch a glimpse of either the top or bottom of her ass, or part way down her chest, but I don’t think anyone saw her nipples or pussy or anything. She was fairly nervous and was moving around very carefully. The guys ooo’d and ahh’d over her outfit and I kept leading them into being comfortable telling her how sexy she was. They picked up on it and were pouring compliments on her.

After a while, one of the guys asked if perhaps she had any other wonderful outfits that she would like to show them. I jumped in and said that of course she did. I handed her the next bag. This one had a matching skirt and tank top. They were both made out of a very thin, silky material that clung to her body very closely. The skirt was incredibly short and had slits in the side as well. I knew that no matter what she did, she would likely be flashing part of her ass from time to time, and if she wasn’t very careful she would be flashing her pussy as well. The top was fairly small, but tight and the way it clung to her you could clearly see the shape of her nipples through the fabric. She must have been looking in the mirror pulling together some courage for a while, but when she came back out the guys were stunned. She was a vision, and the nervousness she was showing just made it more exciting. She brought out desert and was very careful how she moved, so I don’t think anyone saw much of anything. At least not much of the very small portion of her body that the outfit hid…

After she gave everyone their deserts, I pulled her onto my lap sideways. I put my arm around her back and my other hand on her thigh. Everyone was talking for a while, but it was pretty clear that everyone’s minds were on her body. After a while I started kissing her and we got pretty heavy for a bit. I was rubbing my hand up and down on her thigh, and maybe pushed the skirt up slightly and brushed against her breasts, but nothing too intense. Finally, the guys couldn’t pretend not to focus on her any more. They all just started talking at length about how beautiful she was, and how wonderful it was that she was so open, and how much they liked her outfits. She was clearly loving being the center of attention and getting so much over the top praise… She giggled and squirmed around a little, but didn’t say anything to discourage the guys from looking her up and down in her half naked condition. Finally, she stood up and started clearing all the desert plates.

As soon as she left the room, one of the guys asked whether I had any, um, other outfits that she might like to show us. I hesitated, and then said that yes I did. In fact, I had one that was significantly more interesting than the ones she had worn so far, but that I wanted to be very clear about something- this was not going to turn into a gangbang. I would only ask her to try on the next outfit if I was comfortable that all the guys understood that she was for looking at only, and that none of them would be allowed to touch her in any way. I would be the only person that would be allowed to touch her at all. They would have to go back to their hotel rooms and jerk off at the end of the night. I asked them if they were comfortable with that and wanted to see if I could get her to try on another outfit. I made sure that I got agreement from each one individually. A couple of them seemed a little bit disappointed, but they all agreed, and I knew that I could trust them. Most of them I trusted individually, since I knew them, and with the whole group here I didn’t think anyone would try anything inappropriate.

So, I grabbed the last bag and went into the kitchen to talk to Cindy. She whispered that she had overheard our conversation and she thanked me for being so careful, but she said that she was sort of apprehensive about what uşak escort would be in the bag I was holding that warranted such a fuss….

First I told her the plan of what she was to do, and then opened up the bag for her. The bag held a small, transparent black nightie and a tiny, transparent, pair of panties. Worn together they were enough to hide her pussy, but either one by itself would be transparent. She was very nervous about some of the things I had told her to do when she was out in the room again, and the outfit didn’t help calm her much, but she was definitely excited as well. While we talked, I lifted up her top and rubbed her breasts with one hand and reached under her skirt to touch her ass with the other. Then I guided her hand into my pants and let her stroke me for a minute before going back out to let her change.

When she came back in, conversation stopped and everyone’s jaws dropped. Her gorgeous breasts were plainly visible through the nightie, and really the only part of her body you could not see clearly was her pussy. I think the guys were expecting something sexy, but not this revealing.

She strutted up to the table next to me and said, “so what do you think boys? Do you like this outfit?”

That broke the silence and they all started raving about how amazing she looked. A couple of them even said that she was making them horny. I told her that as good as the front was, we would sure like to see the back as well, and she turned around and bent forward accommodatingly. I was impressed. She was carrying this off with more confidence than I thought she would have. And I noticed that her nipples were very hard. The danger and ‘naughtiness’ of this was clearly a turn on for her as well as myself. The guys just watched her and she sort of half-danced, half-strutted around taking in their attention and finally came and sat on my lap again.

We all talked for a while, but nobody was even pretending not to stare at her anymore. One of the guys talked about how he wished his wife would experiment like this more, and so on. Cindy and I kissed from time to time and I fondled her somewhat. After a while, I started to slide my hand up her thighs, and then over her stomach and up to her breasts, lifting the nightie as I went. It was pulled up well above her belly and the front of her transparent panties were clearly visible to at least a few of the guys. They were not as transparent as the nightie, but you could definitely make out her pussy.

She pretended to be oblivious, but it was obvious from the way she was squeezing my arm that she was fully aware of what I was doing. I started to massage her breasts in earnest and then I whispered to her to pull her nightie the rest of the way off. She did, glancing some of nervously around at the other guys, who were all sitting there watching, enthralled while I rubbed her ass and tits while she sat on my lap wearing nothing but a flimsy pair of panties.

After playing for a while I asked her to get us another round of drinks. That gave the guys that were not lucky enough to have had a good view of her when she was on my lap a chance to take her whole body in, and it gave all of us a good look at her ass as she walked away into the kitchen.

As soon as she went into the kitchen, I said that I was very serious about what I said about this not being a gangbang, and emphasized that anyone who took this any farther than I explicitly said was allowed would get kicked out right that second. But, I said that maybe we could be a little bit flexible on the strict no-touching rule… I said that I would allow them to cop a quick feel of her ass or her tits as she gave them drinks, but no more.

Just a second later, she came in carrying a tray with the drinks. She went around the table giving one guy a drink at a time. She had to hold the tray with one hand while she put the drink down with van escort the other, all the time balancing on some fairly ridiculous heels, so the guys basically had free reign of her body. Most of them grabbed for her ass, since that was the easiest, but a couple snuck a quick feel of her tits. She neither pulled away nor encouraged them. It didn’t seem like she knew how to react, so she just didn’t. At least, not outwardly. She brought me my drink last, and when she leaned forward to put it on the table I reached around her and grabbed one of her breasts with each hand. I had to bend her forward slightly to reach, which was even hotter. I slid my hands all around her body in front of all the guys, and finally I stood up behind her and pulled her back up straight. I massaged her breasts for a while, and let my hands slide over her pussy from time to time. She leaned back into me and moaned a bit. By the way she was breathing and moving I could tell she was extremely aroused.

So, I took her hand and moved it to one of her breasts. She started touching it while I touched the other and teased her pussy and stomach. After a few minutes, I reached under the sides of her panties and pulled them down, leaving her naked in front of all 8 strangers. She didn’t miss a beat, and kept working her breast while I started to rub her pussy. She was rapidly approaching an orgasm, but I wanted to milk it out longer so I slowed my pace. She was moaning and writhing against me and all the guys were in awe at what they were seeing. I noticed two of their arms moving back and forth below the table. Then, I took her left hand and slid it down to her own pussy and whispered that she was to keep herself on the brink of cumming, but was not allowed to make herself cum yet. She was clearly having trouble following that instruction, but managed to hold off. I stepped back and walked around to the other side of the table to take the spectacle in. It was incredibly erotic to see her touching herself, clearly in the sway of her passion, in front of all these strangers.

Finally, I went back to her side and whispered that she could cum now. I rubbed her breasts while she brought herself off. One or two of the guys appeared to beat her to the punch… She came very quickly, and extremely loudly. She was shaking uncontrollably for a couple of minutes, and when she finally slumped back into my arms she was beat. I lead her into the bedroom and laid her back on the bed naked. As she sat down on the bed she reached out and unbuttoned my pants and quickly fished my cock out and into her mouth. I let her suck on it for a minute or two, but then told her to wait there, as she was, and not to touch herself, until I was back.

I went out into the dining room again and 5 of the guys had already left and one more was getting his coat together. He gave me a very grateful thanks and goodnight and went on his way. The other two were still drinking the last of their drinks in the dining room. They both said that they were blown away by Cindy, and thanked me over and over again. We talked for a few minutes, and then I said that I had matters to attend to with Cindy, and that I would have to wish them goodnight. They were clearly both hoping for something more, but they started to get their things together. I told them both that if they would be interested, maybe I would have them back another time… Maybe for a more interactive night. They both heartily encouraged that, but went on their ways.

I went back in to the bedroom and let Cindy suck my cock until I came in her mouth. We both dozed off for a couple of hours, but I woke up later with a raging hardon and I rolled over and slipped it into Cindy’s pussy almost before she was awake. She was still so wet, and must have been dreaming of something pretty hot because I slipped right in.

The rest of the month was comparatively tame. We had both probably used up a lot of our sexual energy on that night… A few nights after the party, though, she did tell me that she never thought something like that would make her so horny, but that it was incredible how it took hold of her. She was definitely embarrassed about what she had done, but excited by it at the same time.

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Janet, Chrissie and Me Ch. 03

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Ryan continues to celebrate his 18th Birthday.

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When Ryan reached his eighteenth birthday Mum gave herself to him. She had her Daughter’s blessing with the caveat that she should teach him everything he needed to know. She would reach her eighteenth birthday, twenty five days later and also wanted her Brother’s cock.

For the detail of the story so far – please see Janet, Chrissie and me Chapters 1 – 2.

“That all of it?”

I dragged my eyes from Mum’s face and tits and glanced along my body to where my cock disappeared into her cunt.

“Little bit still to go Mum,”

“Think you can thrust your hips up nice and hard? Like you were trying to tease the last of the strawberry jam out of the corners of the jar with a spoon?”

Moving my hands such that I could cup her magnificent tits more fully while positioning a finger and thumb either side of each nipple I squeezed each breast and pinched each nipple. Mum let out a groan, long and low. I pushed my hips upwards, urgently.

“Arrh fuck!”

Mum’s head went back, her tits seemed suddenly a lot firmer and she grunted loudly.

“Thought you said it was only a little bit?”

“Sorry Mum.”

“Don’t be. Do it again and again and… Fuck! Yes just like that…!”

So I rammed my hips upwards and pulled Mum’s body down onto my cock by hauling on her hard tits. Just so she’d really suffer I rolled her nipples firmly between my fingers and thumbs.

Mum became more and more energetic as she started to bounce on my cock, forcing herself down to meet my upthrusting cock.

“Don’t… fucking… stop… ’til… you’ve… fucking… filled… me…with… your… fucking… baby… fucking… batter.”

I was on a roll and had absolutely no intention of stopping. I drove my hips up and thrust my cock deep into her descending cunt. Mum squealed with pleasure and panted erotically between incomprehensible grunts of exertion.

“I’m still cumin! I’m still cumin! I’m still cumin! I’m still cumin! Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me and fill me. Fill my cunt with spunk!”

I’m a good boy. Always do what Mum says. With a final, double strength upwards thrust I rammed my cock deep as possible into Mum’s cunt and held the position as I felt my balls contract and the first fuck load of spunk spurt into Mum’s cunt.

“Oh shit! That feels incredible. My cunt is filling with your spunk, Ryan. You’re a proper man now. My man! Just hold it there and let me enjoy feeling you fill me.”

Mum shuddered as I pumped my juices into her, spurt after spurt. When I thought I’d finished I felt her cunt tightening around my cock then she started to move. Resting her elbows either side of my head she started to rock back and forth on my cock. Squeeze as she pulled her cunt up my length and relaxed as she pushed back onto it.

“Feel good?”

“Fuck yeah! Fantastic. What ya doin’?

“Special cunt muscles for squeezing cocks and other items inserted in greedy cunts. Not used them significantly in years. Should have been squeezing your cock while I rode you but … I’ll just have to practice more often, eh?” she chuckled.

“Anytime you like, Mum, just say the word. I’ll cum running… err, Mum… can I eat your cunt again?”

“Now? With my cunt full to overflowing with your spunk?”

“Yes, is that wrong?”

Mum laughed delightedly then whispered into my ear;

“You mean wrong as in, eating me to countless orgasms, pumping your load direct into me belly and making me cum again then fucking me beautifully, making me cum loads more, is right? No Darling, eating my cunt after fucking me is not wrong by any manner of means. I’d love it. How’d you want me?”

“Downstairs I pretty much fucked your face until I spunked in your throat. I’d like you to fuck my face until you cum all over it and in my mouth, if you can squirt again?”

“Darling, you and me are going to have so much fun in the cumin years.”

“Only years?” I sniggered dirtily “I’m thinking decades.”

“Chrissie will need a piece of your cock very soon. Probably a big piece, regularly. She’s waited so long. I’m not greedy, Darling, I’ll share you quite happily and I don’t think she’ll object to sharing you either. Mind you, you’ll spoil her for any other man in the future. Although I seriously doubt she’ll ever look at another man.”

We reorganised on the bed, Mum’s legs between my arms and my body and her cunt positioned perfectly such that she could use my entire face to bring herself to orgasm.

“Just slap my arse if I forget to let you breathe, okay?”

I could easily see why a cunt that had just been fucked was called a cream pie. Mum’s cunt was frothy where we’d continued fucking after I’d dumped my load high up inside her. A white frothy whipped up confection of my spunk mixed with Mum’s cum and cunt juices. It really did look inviting.

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Maybe I’m different, I don’t know but I had trabzon escort tasted my own spunk a long time before fucking Mum. I’d wanked off, some missed the paper hankie and ended up on my belly. I’d already binned the hankie when I discovered I’d missed some so scooped it up with my finger. Get out of bed and get the hankie from the bin or lick my finger clean?

I already knew that girls loved swallowing spunk from the stories I’d read on the internet so it obviously wasn’t going to do me any harm. I licked my finger. Simples.

I’ll be honest, it wasn’t something I’d use instead of marmalade or strawberry jam on my toast in the morning but it would be a whole lot higher up my list of choices than Marmite ever would.

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I already knew Mum tasted delicious from when she was laying on the settee earlier so the cream pie just above my face was eagerly and enthusiastically awaited.

“You gonna lower that delicious looking cream pie on my face or am I gonna have to pull you down on my mouth?”

Mum lowered, cautiously at first but once she realised I wanted her cunt in my face and her cream all over it she became much more enthusiastic. I didn’t have to remind her to let me breath more than a couple of dozen times, most. I loved the way she used me to bring herself to orgasm. Her cunt didn’t stay still for a moment as she switched from my nose driving into her clitty to my chin as she tried to force my entire face, chin first, into her cunt. My cock was very quickly ready to fuck her again.

As it was when she knew I was just about to upload spunk into her throat I instinctively knew when Mum was going to climax. I opened my mouth wide and closed my eyes as her cum flowed into my waiting mouth and her squirt splashed on my face. I laughed with delight as best I could and lapped up every drop that I was able to reach. Mum was as clean as a whistle before I let her move.

Mum slid down my body until my erect cock blocked her path, rubbing against her well fucked and eagerly eaten cunt.

“More? You got a boner with me face-fucking you with a cream pie?

“I got a boner eating your cunt and making you cum.”

“How do you want me this time?”

“You choose, something that will make you explode with pleasure.”

“Doggie! I kneel on the bed, you kneel behind me and work your cock in nice and deep. Comfy for both of us. We can fuck ’til morning if we need.”

Again we adjusted our positions. Mum’s bum looked absolutely glorious up in the air and presented as it was. A definite ‘fuck me’ position. I knelt behind her and eased my cock into her cunt and took a firm grip on her hips as instructed.

“Okay? Now hammer your beautiful nail home until it is all the way inside my slutty cunt. Fuck me as hard and fast as you like until you’ve shot your load again.”

I rammed my cock into her. Mum’s head came up as she let out a loud grunt of pleasure. The bed headboard slammed against the party wall. I stopped abruptly.

“Wassamarra?”

“We carry on like this and Mrs. Johnson next door will have told the whole street that you’ve got a new fella and he fucked you hard all night, before we’ve even started on breakfast.”

“Shit! I forgot that. Good job your head’s still working. Pity, I was looking forward to a damn good, hard, fucking again. It’s been a long time since…”

“We could pull the bed away from the wall about 6″ or maybe you can kneel on the side of the bed and I’ll stand behind you? That work?”

“We’ll do both.”

Mum knelt up and scooted to the side of the bed. I moved to the opposite side. Together we worked the whole bed away from the party wall about 12″.

“That should do it, announced Mum happily, “now let’s try the kneeling/standing position.”

Mum knelt on the edge of the bed then shuffled backwards, making beep, beep this vehicle is reversing noises, until she was only just balanced on the very edge.

“How’s that?”

I stepped in close behind her and offered my cock to her cunt. By widening the position of her knees Mum was able to line my cock and her cunt up perfectly. I slid inside her gently.

“Ohhh, that feels gorgeous,” Mum declared, “how’s it for you?”

“Looks fantastic but I’m banging my shins against the wood each stroke.”

“No problem, we can sort that!”

She was off the bed in a trice and over to the tallboy wardrobe.

“Help me with this old suitcase, Darling.”

I put it on the bed. It was full of old style blankets. We all had duvets on our beds with a blanket under the bottom sheet for comfort. Mum sorted out two and closed the suitcase. I returned it to the top of the wardrobe while Mum unfolded them. She laid them one on top of the other and folded them lengthwise forming a long, thick, 2 foot wide strip.

“Lift the mattress for me Darling.”

I lifted and Mum fed about 12″ of thick blanket under the mattress. We worked our way up the length of the bed until the blanket folds covered the entire length tunceli escort of the piece of wood.

“Try that.”

I stood up close to the piece of wood and thrust my hips forward as if driving my cock into Mum’s cunt. Nice!

“Perfect! No hard edges at all. Now get your tight little cunt up here so I can fuck you until morning or you’re too sore to carry on.”

“Yes, Master,” Mum said eagerly, “anything you say Master.”

Mum was in position. I was in position. I grabbed hold of her hips for a second time. Mum introduced the tip of my cock to the entrance of her cunt.

“Once in slow to make sure everything is perfect then fuck my brains out Darling. Don’t stop until you’ve given me another cream pie.”

I eased in slow. Mum adjusted her knees to compensate for the thickness of the blankets then she gave the ‘all clear’.

Pushing my hips forward I jerked Mum’s cunt back towards my rapidly advancing cock. It was fifty minutes past midnight, ten to one. As I bottomed out inside Mum’s cunt she responded with a loud grunt of pleasure.

“Grab the panties off the bedside table, Darling, I’m gonna need them.”

We paused again while Mum sorted out the best way to silence her pleasure. We tried again and the only sound I heard as I bottomed out once more was a muffled scream of delight. The bed, being forced to take a load from 90 degrees to the norm, made not one sound of complaint. I fucked Mum solidly for five minutes. In my position I could last for hours. All I had to do was rock back and forth on my feet. Mum’s beautiful, naked body was being pushed and pulled all over the shop. I didn’t want her collapsing from exhaustion. I wanted her collapsing from too many orgasms. I slowed, held her still so that she could recover and just swung my hips forward and back a few inches. My cock just teased tenderly around the first couple of inches of her wet cunt.

Mum dipped her head to her hand and removed the pantie gag. She turned to look at me and smiled.

“Sure you’ve not fucked a girl before Ryan?”

“Think I’d remember if I had Mum, particularly if she was as good as you.”

“So how come you’re not pounding my poor, swollen cunt for all it’s worth but knowing when to stop and let me catch my breath?”

“Internet Mum, dirty story sites. Loads of good, dirty stories for a guy to use and find ways and means to please his Mum.”

“Aren’t they just wank fodder?”

“Yep, the bulk of them are. It’s a bit like finding a Prince, you’ve gotta kiss a lot of frogs.”

“Think we could find something better than a couple of pairs of panties to help me keep the noise down on the internet?”

“You gonna make a noise on the internet Mum?” I chuckled.

“Smart arse! You know what I mean.”

“I think you look very fetching with pink and blue panties stuffed in your mouth. We’ll look tomorrow, not tonight. You’re supposed to be getting another cunt full of my spunk, remember?”

Mum grinned wickedly and stuffed her two pairs of panties back into her mouth. Once she’d settled I built up to a sound fucking and gave her another five minutes of solid cock driving hard against her cervix. I stopped counting Mum’s orgasms and focused on my own. Another couple of sessions should see me right, I thought.

Mum seemed to appreciate the quieter pace and rested her head on her arms and held tight to her panties until I started again.

“Okay Mum?”

“Ummm,” came her reply as she quickly filled her mouth with pink and blue material.

I pushed in and Mum grabbed my cock very firmly with her cunt muscles. As I stroked in and out so she milked my cock. I realised I wasn’t going to last very long but kept to the steady stroking that allowed Mum to play with my cock.

“Not going to last long if you keep doing that Mum.”

She pulled the panties from her mouth.

“Good! Fill my cunt Ryan, just keep going slow and steady and let me play with your cock.”

She didn’t put the panties back in her mouth and the sounds of her pleasure made my impending orgasm climb aboard the express train and head straight for the buffers.

We came together. A massive shared orgasm with both of us gasping for breath and laughing like little children sliding down a steep hill on tin tea trays.

Chooooo choo choo choo, spurt, spurt, spurt.

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I almost fell onto Mum’s back. She flopped to the bed. We both sighed contentedly. It was twenty minutes past one, Saturday morning. I slid to my knees leaving a little wet trail of kisses all the way down Mum’s backbone, between the cheeks of her arse. I licked her anus and received a soft sob of pleasure in return. I paused, repeated the action and moved onward before she responded. Her gaping, swollen, spunk dripping cunt awaited my attention.

At thirty five minutes past one we hauled ourselves up the bed and snuggled under the covers, spooned, with Mum the little spoon and my arm over her waist with my hand cupping her breast. Already my cock zonguldak escort was recovering as it felt her pert bum pressed against it…

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“Okay Ryan?”

“Umm, perfect thank you Mum,” I replied nuzzling into her neck before nibbling her ear lobe.

Mum shivered contentedly.

“Can we talk a little? About your Dad?” she asked tentatively.

That came as a shock I can tell you. He hadn’t been mentioned since the day Mum beat him up and threw him out. There was nothing in the house that related to him. Even the bed we were in was a replacement.

“If you want to,” I answered quietly.

“I don’t really want to but I think that I should, now that you’re a man, my man and I’m your woman, so to speak. I loved your Dad, I mean really loved him. Worshiped the ground he walked on for a long time…”

“Loved? Past tense?”

“Oh yes, long past. Long before I threw him out he was dead to me. That’s why I was so pleased. I’d been preparing for that moment for a long time. Wish it hadn’t involved you kids though…

Ryan, I really didn’t know about your Mum and you. I thought your Dad was mine alone and worked away. Only saw me when he wasn’t working away. He didn’t tell me about you until the day before you arrived. I’m so sorry, I didn’t steal him away knowingly.”

“S’okay Mum. When you threw him out I was frightened you would make me go with him. You didn’t and I’m totally grateful for that. Me ‘n’ Chrissie knew something was wrong, he was treating you so bad. He treated my Mum the same. She walked out. We wondered how you put up with it. I understand why my Mum left, I think. I feel sorry for the way my Dad treated you, my Mum and the lady before.”

“And the three since? He’s got at least twelve kids now, that I know of. Y’Gran kept me informed… because I’m looking after you, I think.”

“Twelve! The bastard. If I ever show any tendency to behave like my Dad, kick my arse and throw me out, or under a bus, please.”

I nuzzled her neck again and told her that I loved her and was sorry for the way my Dad had treated her.

“You’ll never be like your Dad, Darling. He was good, in some ways but you are much better in all of them. He was a bastard in even more ways and you could never be like that. Your Mum must have been very good and strong to plant her all her characteristics in you and totally wipe out your Dad’s. I respect her and thank her for letting me look after you.”

“If she was so strong why did she leave me behind when she left?”

“Well, she didn’t leave you but she did. Makes no sense I know but in reality she had no choice. Yer Dad knocked her about and told her to be gone, or else, when he got home, remember? According to your Gran he said she was to leave you when she went, or else he’d track her down and she’d rue the day she was born. A few days later you moved in with me and settled down quickly. Sorry Darling”

“Don’t be, Mum. All I can remember of my early days was Dad always shouting. Mum always crying and Gran always cuddling me and telling me everything will be alright. Coming here with you seemed to make everything alright, as Gran promised. A proper family with a lovely Mum and a wonderful sister, and no rows, at least for a while. Can I ask how you managed to get caught up with a creep like my Dad?”

Mum went silent for a few moments.

“I was young and I was stupid…”

“You were never stupid Mum!”

“I was. I fell for your Dad hook, line and sinker. Would do anything he asked, no question and he knew it, right from the start. Played me like a stupid tart all the way…

My parents went on holiday. I was way too old to go with them I’d said so they left me at home to look after everything. First night I was lonely so took myself to the local club. Only there ten minutes and this guy came up to me, brushed his lips across my cheek and whispered ‘I want to see you naked!’ in my ear. I wetted my panties instantly. ‘Not here,’ I replied. Should have told him to sod off or I’d call the police but like I said, I was stupid.

Five minutes later I was on my knees in the car park. He’d made me get his cock out and open my mouth. He grabbed my ponytail and pulled my mouth onto his cock. I’d never had a cock in my mouth. Thought I was going to be sick. He held my head steady and started to fuck my throat. I gagged, coughed and spluttered. ‘Not had a cock in your mouth before? You’ll get used to it!’ he told me then started to force his cock down my throat. Before he even came in my mouth I was starting to enjoy his total dominance. I actually wanted to suck him off and swallow his spunk. He stopped, jerked my head up and said ‘you’re enjoying this, you little slut,’ I just nodded. He laughed and fucked my throat harder and faster. Thought I’d pass out from lack of air. Then he came, poured his spunk down my throat with instructions not to spill a single drop. I didn’t.

He asked me if he could take me home, strip me and fuck me. I told him my parents were away for two weeks. like I said, I was stupid. He took me home, I stripped for him. I sucked his cock hard then he fucked me, twice in the cunt and a third time in my arse. It hurt like hell and he just laughed and told me I’d get used to it. He left and I tried to sleep. I couldn’t and was totally wrecked the next day at work.

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The Game

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I love playing games with my girlfriend. We have been together for 3 years and are madly in love. I am 5’6 with long brown hair and hazel eyes. I have 36 DD tits with large and very sensitive nipples. The lightest brush of fabric makes them hard, so they are hard almost constantly. This means I am always aroused and I masturbate several times a day as well as having sex with my girlfriend, Amy. Through our play, we have found out that Amy is naturally submissive and I am naturally dominant. I enjoy punishing her with a whip or anything I can get my hands on. I especially love smacking her 34 C tits and small, but equally sensitive nipples. A year ago, Amy committed herself to me and is now my 24/7 slave. She does all the cooking and housework. We don’t need to worry about money because I am an heir to an oil company. We live very well. I make her sleep on the floor or in a metal cage that I had built especially for her.

Tonight, I have chosen a special game to play with her. She is always naked and has a permanent metal collar welded around her neck. I made sure that I can adjust its height to make it a posture collar if I want. I pull her long blonde hair and she knows that I want her attention.

“Yes, Mistress Alexa. How may your slave service you?” she replies without looking any higher than my ankles. I have taught her very well.

“I’m bored. Let’s play a game.” I say as I grab a leash from the coffee table and attach it to her collar.

Without another word, I stand up and start pulling her leash. She keeps her nose touching the floor and crawls behind me. I look back to see her beautiful form crawling with her nose touching the floor. I know I really have taught her good lessons of how to serve me.

I lead her up the wooden stairs to the playroom. When I first decided to buy my four bedroom, two bath home, I dedicated one of the two master bedrooms to being my play room. It also has a walk in closet attached to it and this is where I store my toys that I use on both myself and Amy.

I slip siirt escort the handle of her leash around the door handle and she kneels outside the room with her nose touching the floor while I retrieve the key for the door. I am the only one who has a key to the door and I forbid her to enter this room alone. She can’t have any fun without me. She can’t touch herself at all since I have fitted her with a chastity belt. It is about 4 inches thick and has three shields covering her pussy. She can’t even try to slip anything behind the shields because it goes down her legs about three inches and has a bar that is permanently attached to the leg bands that keeps her legs spread apart. I can adjust this bar to be as short as three inches and as wide as six inches. I have had all her pussy hair removed by laser surgery. I made sure that they destroyed the hair follicles so that no hair will ever grow again.

I unlock the door and grab ahold of her leash once again. Without a word, I pull on the leash signaling her that it is okay to enter the room. I lead her to the center of the room.

“Stand up, slave.” I order.

She quickly stands up and places her hands behind her back. I take some rope and tie her elbows together tightly. Then, I take a pair of handcuffs and place them tightly around her wrists. I place a 2 inch wide red ball gag in her mouth and padlock the straps behind her head tightly. I can see her cheeks struggle to hold the ball in while they are being squeezed. I made sure to place the gag behind her teeth to ensure that it wouldn’t come out. I place a blindfold over her eyes. I unlock her chastity belt because her pussy needs to be free for this game.

I make sure she is lined up perfectly with the two eye hooks that are bolted into the ceiling. I take more rope and tie it tightly to the eye hook in front of her. I make sure I keep it very taught and run it down her body. I start knotting the rope so a string of knots run between her pussy and her ass stopping short of her asshole I have a special treat for this. I take a 4 inch round six inch butt plug and put a light layer of lube just on the tip. I force it in with one quick movement. I run the rope over her butt plug and up her back and loop it through the other eyehook.

“Now, sinop escort we haven’t played in such a long time. Your pussy is free of your belt for now. As you can feel, it has to be to play this game. Now, stand on your tip toes.”

She complies quickly. I slip a wooden wedge under each of her feet, ensuring that she is just barely balancing on the balls of her feet. Then, I take the rope and pull it very tight. I see the rope dig into her and pull a bit harder. She moans through the gag. I tighten it more and see her toes tremble. This is how I know that the tightness of the rope is perfect. I know that she will be whining through her gag soon from the things I have planned to do to her.

I tie off the rope behind her. I stand back and admire my rope work and knots. It looks beautiful and no doubt painful for her. But I don’t care about that. I take a pair of weighted nipple clamps an attach them to the middle of her nipples. The weight is about 5 ounces on each nipple. She moans a little as each one is placed on. I take each tit and drop it as soon as the nipple is clamped. I see her try to lower herself down to avoid the clamping and dropping of the second tit and nipple but she can’t go anywhere.

“Delicious.” I say, licking my lips as the second weight falls. I hear her try to say something but I can’t understand a thing that she says because of the gag. i step back and watch the clamps sway with each breath she takes and it turns me on.

“One last thing my slave.” I say as I bend over and remove the wooden wedges from under her feet. She instinctively tries to lower her feet to the ground, but the tightness of the rope prevents her from lowering her feet at all.

“Now, I hope you didn’t think that this game would be easy for you. I want to play.” I say as I watch her try to keep her balance. The next part will definitely be fun.

I go into the walk in closet and choose three instruments to use on her. The first is a black whip with leather strands. Each strand has knots on it in a random pattern. The second is a simple wooden paddle that is about two inches thick and has holes drilled in it for some added spark. The third is a ping pong paddle with red leather coating it.

I stand in the doorway of şırnak escort the closet watching her for fifteen minutes. She is trying to shift her weight on her toes and each little movement she makes swings the weights on her nipple clamps. She can’t cum because I have trained her not to cum without my permission. I have kept her horny for days at a time. I am able to keep her on edge for so long that I see her rub her chastity belt, wanting relief. I can make her cum just by ordering it. I have made her cum without any stimulation at all. I can make her stop cumming in the middle of an orgasm with an order. My favorite thing to do to her is order her to cum and ordering her to stop just as the first spasm of an orgasm hits her, telling her she has had enough time to cum.

I pull a chair up behind her and see the muscles in her legs straining. i know that she cant move far to flinch because of the rope holding her to the ceiling. I start off with the ping pong paddle.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I hit her a bit harder with each strike. She whimpers after ten strikes so I give her twenty more. I place the ping pong paddle on the floor and notice her ass is a nice shade of red. I upgrade my weapon to the paddle with the holes drilled in it. I rub it, knowing it will hurt more. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I use this paddle twenty times and see her trembling more after stopping at twenty swats. I give her twenty more for good measure. By now, her ass is redder than a fire engine. I know that the whip is next. WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! Thirty cracks of my whip and I can her whimper and sob slightly. Thirty more strikes of the whip later and I stop to see welts forming on her ass.

I get up as quickly as I sat down and put my toys away. I retrieve the numbing cream from the closet and apply it to her ass. I know I will admire my work for many days. I release the ropes, choosing to keep her gag in, blindfold and clamps on. She sinks to the floor partly from pain and partly because she knows that is her place.

I rub the numbing cream on her ass once more and lock the belt back on her. I remove her blindfold and she adjusts her eyes easily to the dim light in the room. She stretches her jaw for a few minutes.

“Thank you, Mistress.” She says meekly as I untie her elbows and release the handcuffs.

For the next two weeks after that, I tie her to my dining room table and remove her belt.

I sit and admire the welts and bruises I left from the spanking game for a while and reapply the numbing cream.

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The Gift

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She was not like the others, we all knew it the moment we saw her. The color of her name tag, required to enter the gathering, proclaimed her submissive but she moved as if she owned the place. She was short and slightly rounded as if she had never really escaped childhood. Her hair was a wild tangle of red gold waves restrained a little unsuccessfully by a couple of pinned braids. She was quiet and respectful and I marveled at her training.

She stepped aside when approached by a Dominant and gently shook her head when one of her sister subs offered to serve her. I watched in amusement as more then one Dominant stepped out of HER way or offered to fetch HER something. Unlike most submissives in her position she did not seem to view the offers as weakness, rather as courtesy. She dropped her head as a Queen might, in acceptance to what was being offered to her. I admired her but the club was newly mine and I had worked hard to create a certain atmosphere; an atmosphere which she was ruining. It would not do to have some of the weaker Dominants bowing to a strong slave. I hadn’t seen her before so my guess was that she, like many of the others, had come for the auction. I made it a mental note to say something to her if it became out of hand.

“She is a slave dance teacher.” A familiar voice said from beside me. I reached absently to stroke the head of Nate, my most favored pet. I liked Nate because he listened well and because I could count on him not to be jealous. He was beautiful, well muscles and dark complected. He had come to me to learn the ropes of dominance. A journey which, to my dismay, he had almost come to the end of.

“Who?” I asked just to throw him.

“The red head in the corner.” He answered, his confidence wavering a bit.

“A slave dance teacher.” I let the thoughts roll through my mind with no small amount of pleasure. “What is her name?”

“She wouldn’t say?”

I frowned down at him. “She refused to tell you?”

He shrugged with a shy smile that let me know that he was interested in her too. It was Nate’s dream to be a Dominant and I wondered a moment if his searching of information on the girl wasn’t more for him then for me.

“She said she had no Master and there for had no name.”

I smiled in satisfaction, “She answers to what her Master calls her.”

“What is everyone else supposed to call her in the meantime?” He asked knowing the answer.

“GIRL!” I called out muğla escort letting my voice boom through the club. She had been having a conversation with another girl, both relaxed and leaning against a wall. The sound of my voice brought her to instant attention and I watched as she scanned the crowd to make sure it was she who was being called. The crowd turned to look at me and I kept my eyes on her leaving her no doubt to whom I was speaking. She walked to me quickly, her palms turned away from her body in an age old symbol of acceptance.

When she was about three paces from me she dropped to her knees to crawl ending her journey at my feet, kneeling, her legs together, her palms still open. She surprised me by looking at me directly, though she kept her face turned down. It made her eyes seem bigger and her position less servantile. Her movements were direct and supple and again I marveled at the one who had trained her.

“Do you have need of this girl, Sir?” She asked.

“Who are you here with?”

“A girl has been sent by One who trained her.” She answered.

“And the verbal restriction?” I asked referring to her use of the third person. It was a very hard language to master fluently and yet she spoke it as if she were born to it. Most slaves I had seen had to form the phrases in their minds and then speak but she just spoke.

“Is to last until One who trained her decides that she knows her place.”

I tilted her chin up to have a better look at her. Her eyes were a strange color brown that matched the darker shades of her hair.

“It looks to me as if you know it pretty well.”

Her lips quirked in private amusement, “You would be surprised Sir.”

I felt Nate shift beside me…moving subtly closer to me to better view her. I had allowed him to walk at my left rather then to crawl behind me. It was the first time in a while he had even slightly pushed his boundaries and I was caught between shock and jealousy. I moved to the side allowing them to see each other, “My pet tells me that you are a teacher of slave dance.” I felt more then saw Nate blush…it was a subtle reminder of his place in the food chain. He took the correction well, nodding in understanding and dropping his dark eyes to the floor. I was going to miss him when he was gone. That more then anything was the reason I had not released him .

“A girl can dance.” She said neither confirming nor denying muş escort my statement.

“Are you buying or selling tonight girl?” I asked watching the absolute stillness in which she sat. It was a gift I had never had when I was a submissive, one I had been punished for more then once.

“Gifting.” She said her gaze coming to capture mine. “This one is here to gift you with a dance.”

“Me or any Dominant here.”

“You.” She replied with almost disconcerting confidence. “She was sent for you.”

“Find us somewhere to be alone.” I said over my left shoulder not daring to take my eyes off the girl. My mind raced with a thousand questions. Who had sent me such a gift? Why would her trainer, who had obviously spent so much time with her, trust her to a stranger. I could have shook the man’s teeth out for not protecting her properly were I not preoccupied with the gift.

In less then 5 minutes Nate had us seated in the back of the club. The small dark room had been built specifically for recovery time after a scene. The music was as soft and low as the furniture; designed to soothe and to comfort. Usually you could find at least one recovering couple in it but because the evenings events had not really started yet it was deserted. She had followed three paces behind Me as Nate led us to the space. He spoke a low word to one of the people close to the door and the stage was set.

I noticed for the first time that the long skirt that she wore was cut up to her hips on both sides to allow her easy movement. She was dressed in dark green, a shade that suited her golden red coloring. Something her ways stuck a familiar chord in me and I tried to figure out if I had seen her before.

She removed a small purse from around her torso and pulled from it a collar of plain black leather, a leash about three feet in length, and a CD. I thought that she would bring the collar to me but instead she sat it at Nate’s feet and turned to kneel, her back to him, holding up a wealth of red-gold hair. It would have been a breach of ettiquette had she belonged to me but I remembered just beofore I said something that she did not.

He put the collar on her with marked solemnity and I wondered again about his interest in her. He left the leash to dangle and then offered her his hand to help her up. I opened my mouth to remind Nate to tuck the lead into her clothing but something stopped me. They looked at nevşehir escort each other for a moment in such a sad sort of way that I felt a lump rise in the back of my throat.

The moment was finished almost before it had began and the girl walked to the CD player in the room and put the CD in. The music came in slow haunting beats, a middle eastern rhythm that she caught perfectly with her hips. She placed the handle of the leash in her mouth and began to move. The song was a ballad of sorts and she told its story of with her movements. It was a story of sadness and searching. She moved seductively toward an empty chair eyeing it as if its inhabitant were her hearts desire. She twirled and danced and dropped in submission in front of the chair throwing her leash into the emptiness. There she stayed a moment while the song ebbed and the woman’s voice keened, she peeked up in confusion and then, almost as if she were embarrassed, picked the leash up with her mouth and began again.

She repeated the movement to two other seats, each time looking more dejected then the last. I was impressed with the preciseness of her offering and could almost feel myself resent the empty chairs for not accepting her. It was at that moment that I realized why she seemed so familiar to me and why she and Nate had looked at each other in such a way. She was Nate’s pet.

He would be leaving tonight, I knew it with the certainty I had always prided myself on, but he was leaving me with a gift. She had his precision and his dignity but unlike him she sought no higher then what she was. If she offered the leash to me I would have to make a choice. Accept her and release him or send her away, possibly send them both away.

Her eyes caught mine and in them there was such hope. She writhed and twirled, smiled and teased, coming close and then backing away. Her very body seemed to say, “Please…please don’t send me away.”

She made a final twirl in the crescendo of the music and fell to my feet in supplication. She knelt, her left cheek pressed to the floor, her wrists crossed and extended over her bowed red gold head with her leash offered up in her pale palms. Her breathing came in soft pants that seemed exaggerated in the stillness of the moment. I looked at Nate. His shoulders were straight and proud and his dark eyes were shinning with tears of pride.

I had no doubt that he had worked long and hard on her. He had poured all that was submissive about him into her until only the Dominant remained. I leaned forward and picked up the end of the leash pulling the girl to me. She looked up a moment stunned and then came to me without hesitation. I would miss him terribly but I would grant him his wish, I would accept his gift.

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UCAC Ch. 02

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Balls Caress

I apologize in advance for the back-stories and slow pacing, but bear with the series until the real drama picks up.

This is, so far, my favorite story… I hope it becomes a favorite to my loyal readers too!

*****

Most of my life, I’d been alone. I remember the day when the overwhelming feeling that there was no one left to protect me, came with the force of a gale storm. I was nine years old, me, my mother and father were on an ocean barge coming from the Americas to France. They never told me why at the time but I learned it had something to do with the UCAC and I was recruited from a very young age.

So my parents did everything in their power to take me to France where I could then be sent to Finland. Things were going great until we reached the English Channel. It was a place where pirates were known to loot ships. Indeed, we got looted. That night, my parents fought with all they had to protect me, not knowing the looters only came for their rations.

My mother and Father were both hardened people. Having grown up in Post War America made them hardened nonsensical behaviors and always about their business. That night, their toughness was their detriment, feeling the need to fight no knowing the odds. They gunned down before their only son, not knowing how this would inevitably scar me. It didn’t dawn on me that they were dead until the ship crashed on the British shore. I crawled over to my parents, lying on the cold wet tarmac.

“Mom..” I said, trying to shake her awake. She was as hard as a rock. I ended up flipping her over, mortified by her face. She had been stabbed in the temple and beaten so badly I didn’t even recognize her. She was blue, having changed color due all the blood rushing to her face after lying there for so long.

I fell back, screaming to the top of my lungs wondering what monster was this because it was certainly not my mother. I could see the corpse of my father hanging by a rail as the ship had capsized upon running aground. I crawled over to him, he too was stiff and mangled so badly I couldn’t recognize him.

I cried, and cried, not able to believe this was them. I waited inside that ship for hours, hoping they’d all come back somehow, not able to grasp the fact that they were dead. I didn’t realize they were dead until, from hunger, I began exploring the ship. I crawled up to the cabin, reaching the cockpit. There the ship’s Captain lay dead, bludgeoned to death, in equally bad shape as my parents. The more I searched, the more dead bodies I began to find.

I’d go up to someone, thinking they were sleeping.

“Hey!” I’d call out, but upon looking at their face, would realize there was something wrong with them. They simply didn’t look human to me. Their faces were so mangled, I couldn’t come to believing these slaughtered, dead people were humans. It was so disconcerting and frustrating to see what my mind perceived as sentient beings but not humans everywhere I turned. I cried so much,

“I want my momma,” I’d repeat.

I was so hungry, eventually reaching the pantry deep within the ship. Upon opening the door, a dead body fell on me. I screamed and kicked, thinking I was being attacked. I pushed the the cook off of me and scrambled out of the ship. I hit the stony shore, scraping myself up badly. I looked back, seeing how it was riddled with so many dead folk…people that weren’t responsive to the world around them… just gone. I couldn’t quite grasp the concept of death then, but I knew these people were not themselves anymore… including my parents.

I may was nine years old, but from the time I could walk and talk, my parents taught me everything they knew about survival. If I wanted food, I’d have to hunt and forage for it. If I wanted water, I’d have to dig and distill it. If I wanted to survive, I’d have to build shelters. But still, for a nine year old, that was too much.

I eventually was picked up by some roving bandits, probably the same bandits that killed my parents. From then on out, I made my little niche amongst them and stuck with them until I was about eighteen. That is when the UCAC raided our stronghold and said I was one of theirs. Then I was forced to be a product of their military only to learn that it was for my greater good. Still though, I was a delinquent… Very, very hard-headed and was a lot more trouble than I was worth. I got beaten and shouted at so much, I was used to it. It all changed when I met Raul in the final stages of basics.

He was a young Frenchman, the same age as I. He probably would have been my best friend throughout most of my life if events would have taken a right turn, but still I was grateful for him. He was a gorgeous, little something. He had striking blue eyes, fiery auburn hair and the greatest smile you’d ever see. He tended to be my voice of reason in this place, keeping me out of harm’s way when I had a calling for some excitement.

In turn, I provided him with excitement, he and I exploring our sexualities urfa escort with each other. To me it was no big deal but I was the one to take Raul’s virginity. Not only that, but I persisted to whore around while Raul only wanted one person and that was me. I often was sent on hit and run mission that carried me across hundreds of miles and back. Along the way, I’d fuck any and everything that was attractive and would go back and tell Raul about my adventures. He’d always smile and nod but deep down, it hurt so much.

Then came the long a gruelling Italy runs. We had received a tip that the Revivalists had a major head of operations in old Venice. We Long Wingers were tasked with opening the door for the job and did so as planned. However it became quite evident that this was trap, to lure all of the UCAC into one area and lay waste to them. This was not a Revivalist nest but bait and lure from a massive Cobalt attack. The only one to figure that out was Tinnu as he saw insurgents surrounding the empty building we were in. However, he did not figure it out in time.

Our second wing, Laggar, was shot by a high posted sniper and many of the Broad Wingers were gunned down too. We were left pretty much in an air versus ground battle that dragged out over the course of weeks as we were pretty much pinned down. What we needed were forces on the ground because us light weights in the air only were built to provide air support. But with the death of professor Aheem, we had to pull extra weight.

The Air Core was known for it’s hard work but the Marine Core, the ones with the firepower to stop this within a matter of hours held back, watching many of us die at the hands of the Cobalt Insurgents. It was so frustrating when they were the ones with the numbers, the weaponry and the intelligence. Maybe it was because they were the first team to be designed but didn’t like that there was an Air Core? Who knows, but the man in charge of the Marine Core, General Harman was as twisted as a Chinese willow.

What ever his end game was, he wanted to come out on top and quite frankly, we did not need someone like him in charge. He wanted death, especially if it could get him his way. Our General, General Aquil, often had to pull miracles out of his ass and this was no exception. He had to bring in a special team of Broad Wingers, the Roc Class.

Basically it was a team of eight men, each over seven feet tall and over two hundred seventy five pounds, in cybernetic wing suits based upon eagles. The Roc Class all had wingspans well over twenty eight feet, each being platforms for powerful explosive weapons. His arrival turned the tides of this battle and we all fought our way out.

The battle lasted two more weeks as insurgents kept pouring in, but under General Aquil’s fist, no more Winger’s lives’ were lost and it truly was the first time General Harman’s authority had been questioned. Of course, when all the bloodshed had fell, General Harman sent the clean up recovery crew to take care of the wreckage and the locals.

The battle that lasted two months had an aftermath that lasted four more months. We couldn’t leave until General Harman’s work was done which was tough because, we didn’t use the same resources as the Marine Core. Our rations were running low and we had dozens of mouths to feed.

All I could think about was getting out of this hell hole and getting home to Raul, telling him about this shit! Upon doing so, I learned some very tough things. He had gotten over what we had, or what we didn’t have. He was tired of the heartbreak and cut ties with me all together. We weren’t even friends at this point and it felt like the little bit of life I did have was crumbling in my hands…it’s particles being whisked away at the slightest breeze.

I just wasn’t my loud, brash and carefree self anymore. I just wanted that void in my life filled again and no one soul could replaster it except Raul. I loved him more than he could ever know. I just sat in my bed, thinking about him non stop.

“DENVER!” A superior shouted. I sprung up to my feet, standing at parade rest.

“SIR!” I shouted back unsure who it was.

It was Captain Wallace, Lead Wing of the Long Wingers.

“Everyone’s looking for you! Go to the locker room and give your team a prep talk.” He said, unsure why I was still in my barracks.

“Will do sir.” I said, making my way to the stairs.

“And one more thing…” Cap began, “Don’t come back here for the rest of the day…That’s an order.”

“Captain…” I sighed, begging him.

“What happened?” Captain asked.

“Things are dead between Raul and I… I just don’t know…” I sighed.

“You’re twenty four years old…take your mind off of love and think about the people who depend on you! Now, get down there and show them some love!” Captain said. He always could put a smile on my face. I nodded and headed down to the locker room. I walked past the Broad Wingers, uşak escort the Roc Class and met my squad, all stretching for the long day of flying ahead. Marcell was the first to lay eyes on me.

“Oh my God, why the fuck weren’t you here?” He asked.

“I guess I was a little bit more beat than thought I was.” I laughed.

“Wait,” Milan began, “You’re not flying with us?”

“Not this time…” I said with a faint smile.

“We won’t need him…” Jarvis chimed in, not bothering to make eye contact. Milan turned to him, ready to give Jarvis a thorough tongue lashing.

“Yeah you all won’t,” I began, “You have Everette and he’s very, capable.” Everette turned to me as he stretched.

“You think so?” Everette asked.

“Of course!” I smiled, “Just don’t hold back kid! Not many Wingers your age can fly like that! You’re a rare force!”

Jarvis gave a quick glance at me, the brief eye contact speaking volumes. He was not enthused with what I was saying but again, held his silence. Everette too was surprised by my kind tongue, obviously hearing from Jarvis that I was not the nicest person.

“Thank you and will heed…” Everette responded.

Everyone was chattering, all except Liam who sat silently on the floor, stretching. I almost didn’t notice him, there.

“You alright back there?” I asked.

“Yeah, I just want to get this over with…” Liam sighed.

“Oh god, he sounds like you…” Jarvis murmured.

“Well Liam, this right here will officially break you into the team. Don’t sweat it. It’s all fun and games, at the end of the day.” Milan sighed.

“We’ll see when I get out there. I mean I am the smallest thing on two wings… If I get bumped out of the sky, I just get bumped out of the sky…” Liam said, sounding truly unenthused.

“You realise you are the most agile flying Winger of us all right? If you don’t want to be touched, no one can touch you. You also seem caught up on the fact that you’re small. Well let me tell you something, us small guys pack the biggest punch! We can get into places bigger blokes cannot and get the fuck out just as easy. A bit of advice…don’t be so linear when it comes to flying. Any and everything can work to your possible advantage out there. You just gotta keep that mind of yours open and learn to listen to Marcell! He won’t lead you wrong… He’s our intel for a reason!” I said.

“Will heed…” Liam said.

Jarvis looked at the little munchkin, spread out on the floor. He meticulously scanned him from head to toe with almost predatory intent.

“Hmp,” He said with a brief nod, before returning to being a douchebag. Something about Jarvis just made my skin crawl. He was the Starscream to Captain Wallace’s Megatron, I swear!! I just hated that sleaze…

“Ok,” Marcell began, “At least be in radio contact with us!”

“Nope.” I laughed.

“WHY NOT!” Marcell asked, growing frustrated.

“I’m telling you, put a little faith in Liam and Everette. It could be kinda like how you and Milan have a big-little structure and use it well! The two are really young but I can promise you this! When they learn to work together the way you two do, they’ll be a force unlike anything we’ve seen here at UCAC.” I said. Marcell sighed, my words giving him something to think about.

Jarvis eyed me threateningly, the statement obviously going against everything he was instilling in Everette. Everette turned to Liam who continued to stretch on the floor, giving him a brief nod and a smile.

“Ok yeah, you have a point…” Milan chimed in, he too thinking about it.

“In order for this to work, the two will at least have to have the same build mechanics and they simply do not. Subbu is built for aerial…meandering while Lanner is built for high speed coursing…much like Saker and I.” Jarvis chimed in. This dude was simply nasty. How he was attempting to wedge barriers between the team made it clear he was here for his own agenda.

“That’s all science talk when I’m talking strategy. Milan and Marcell have very different builds but I can assure you that the two work together like butter on scones! What I’m saying is that teamwork is key to the success of anything we do, and that Milan and Marcell are testaments to that.” I said back.

“They also have seven years of experience together when Lanner went on his first real mission yesterday and Subbu has been attempting to be successful on these missions for the past eleven months.” Jarvis said, throwing insults in as he nimbly learned how to do.

“What you lack in agility in mid air, you surely know you make up for it with your smart as tongue…” Milan said, coming to Liam’s defense.

“Look,” I said sitting between Everette and Liam, “Neither of you are going to get working together as a team right on the first try. But I can assure you that if you do try, you will grow as a team! Nothing is ever easy and nothing is ever concrete. But I’d van escort recommend you pay attention to Milan and Marcell because they work in a way that keeps each other alive. Even on this team exercise, you will learn that there is no such thing as every man for himself. You are dependent on the man next to you and vice versa.”

“Yeah, I remember when Milan swooped down a flipped that boat when it was shooting at Marcell…” Everette recalled, warranting a snide look from Jarvis.

“Not only that, but Marcell is our most valuable man on the field. If he’s down, we’re all at a disadvantage.” I added.

“Oh really?” Everette asked.

“Yeah.” I responded.

“He’s our intel. Without him, we know nothing, can do nothing and are fighting blind. I learned that the hard way yesterday…” Liam chuckled.

“Yeah and mistakes are fine. As long as you recover swiftly and learn from them, it’s all the matter. I know we can be a little tough on you but so is this world. We can’t go easy on you and you get out there and ruin yourself… It has happened before…” I sighed.

“What?” Everette responded.

“You know the Broad Wing team is the biggest team… Well their training is a little lenient and they don’t work on extreme variables. You were in basics at the time but this became all too evident when we have the Venice mission. Over half the Broad Wingers were out of comission over the course of the mission. We lost a man too…codenamed, Laggar. You are here to replace him…” I responded.

“Well damn…” Everette said, taken aback.

“I don’t mean to scare you. And just so you know, you have no shoes to fill but your own. Laggar left a legacy behind but you must forge your own. Let this training exercise be the start!” I said, extending out my hand. He shook it, taking great interest in the words I said. I looked over to Liam, giving him a swift brow furl.

I did the boy a grand favor, reducing the gap between him and Everette by a huge margin. Now, it was time for them to build a friendship that would stay with them for their entire military career. I did have my concerns though. Jarvis may have been defeated this once, but he truly had a gameplan. I bet it had something to do about concerns of losing his spot as Second Wing. All and all, Everette could rob him of it because Everette was a better flyer than Jarvis.

Yeah I said it and will say it again! Everette was better on the wing than Jarvis and Jarvis knew this. Jarvis, though, had nearly a decade of experience over Everette which gave him the skill to combat Everette’s talent. It was why Jarvis was attempting to get close to Everette. He wanted to get inside this boy’s head, fuck around with him and eventually send him into ruin. Essentially, Jarvis was eliminating the competition.

It was time for the team to be off. They stood up, all heading towards the hangar. As they left, I stopped Everette, grabbing him by his arm. He looked surprised, unsure what this would be about.

“Hey…” I said.

“Yeah?” He responded, full of uncertainty.

“I want you to be careful around Jarvis. He’s not a good guy at all and if you’re not careful, you’ll end up like Chance.” I said.

“Who’s Chance?” The boy asked.

“Laggar… Laggar died because of Jarvis. I’m warning you…steer clear of Jarvis.” I said sternly.

“That’s funny…” Everette said.

“What?” I responded.

“He said you’d say something like this.”

“Look, if you don’t believe me then fine. Jarvis will boil you so slow you won’t even know the water’s scalding until you’re dead. I’m not here to scare you Everette but I do wish for you to heed my warnings. Stay away from Jarvis…” I responded.

“He said that you only care about yourself,” Everette said, snatching his arm away from me, “That you’re not a team player, and that you’ll do anything to get your way…”

“He seems to have that mixed up with himself. Well as I said you were warned… Find out on your own, dammit and when you end up with talons in your back because you thought it was someone you can trust, I won’t be there with an I told you so because you’ll likely be dead…and guess who’s gonna be responsible… Jarvis. The closer you get to him, the less likely you are to see it coming and quite frankly, he’s clawing at your shins…” I sighed.

“Well,” He said looming over me with his chest puffed out, “Seems you’re the one clawing at my shins. Jarvis was so right about you. He called you out so well…” The boy chuckled, walking away.

“I’m sorry for you kid… You haven’t even had a good run yet.” I said, sitting down on the bench.

“So now you’re preying on the new grunts…” Someone said from behind. I turned, startled. It was Raul.

“What? No…” I refuted.

“Well it seems you just got shot down and took it up the ass…” He sighed.

“Raul, that battle in Italy was no joke. We lost our second best flyer and it was no one’s fault but Jarvis’s. You weren’t there! You didn’t see what we saw.” I said to him.

“Wow…” He said full of skepticism.

“Have I ever lied to you?” I asked, unsure where this lack of trust was coming from, “Have I ever told you anything that wasn’t true?” He thought on it long and hard.

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It all began when I was very young. My family consisted of two elder brothers along with my mom and dad. My brothers were much older than me. Sam was 6 years older. Joe was 8 years older than me and they were both already working with dad. My dad had been a Silicon Valley whiz kid. He had his own Software Company by the age of 25, and was a millionaire before Joe was born. Mom was also a software engineer and my parents met at a technology convention and fell in love. I think anybody could fall in love with mom. She was the hottest software engineer you’ll ever meet. My dad wasn’t the nerdy type either. In fact he always had an aura of a Cooperate Giant rather than a geeky computer guy. We lived in a big mansion and ever since I was kid, I enjoyed the lifestyle of a princess.

I just had started college. I was still dating my high school boyfriend, to whom lost my cherry a couple of years ago. I was not a promiscuous kid. I was good at study and was a model child of a model family.

On the Christmas Eve, It was a family tradition that we all waited for Santa in our own rooms. He always came in the middle of the night and brought a bag of gifts. We all then showed each other our presents in the morning. When I was a kid, I used to believe that it was the real Santa. As I grew up, and grew out of my Santa believing phase, I knew it was either my dad or one of my brothers dressed up as Santa. The Ritual continued and whoever he was, my Santa did a very good job of disguising his identity.

That fateful night, I was not feeling well. I was feeling hot and uneasy. Yet I did not feel like turning of the room radiator. I was getting sweaty and as the time passed by, I felt more and more uneasy. I decided to let lose my clothes a little bit. I unbuttoned my shirt. It felt better. So, I took it off completely. I then also removed my trousers. It was a relief. I was now clad only in my white cotton panties and white bra. I was considering that if I should be wearing such dress when Santa arrives. But then I thought that there is no harm in it as I was convinced that the Santa was my dad. And I saw no reason to be ashamed of my dad. I lied down on my bed and drifted of to sleep. I was woken yalova escort up by the sound of heavy panting. I was astounded to see that Santa was standing by my bed with his pant dropped to his ankles. He was furiously jerking his big thick dick!

I was no stranger to the male sexuality and had seen my boyfriend masturbating but the fact that astounded me was that it was perhaps my dad who was beating off at the image of his semi naked daughter. Before I could speak anything, Santa let out a heavy groan and came all over bed sheets. I was astounded and baffled. Santa, on the other hand, was calm and cool. He took a minute to calm down and then spoke in his electronically disguised voice, “Sorry my dear! You are so beautiful I could not resist. ”

I tried to speak something! Anything!! But no voice came out of my dry throat. In stead I noticed that I was feeling wetness in my panties. I covered my wetness with the sheet which was already soaking with Santa’s cum.

Santa spoke again, “So my dear have you been a nice girl in this year?”

I was beginning to get by and took a couple of deep breaths. Then I finally spoke, “Yes, Santa.”

“Good, I’ll note that down. I think these will cheer you up.” He said pointing to a stack of gifts.

The stack was taller than ever. I managed a smile. I was back to my senses. A part of me wanted confront him about the totally pervert act he had committed. But a part of me was getting so damn turned on by the situation. It was a fair tussle, but the horny part won. My hand automatically moved to my pussy under the sheet. Santa noticed but did not comment.

Santa, “So, you want anything else?”

I had decided to play dirty, “How about a piece of this big fat cock of yours?”

I knew it may have been my dad. But at that moment I wanted nothing but that fucking cock buried deep inside me.

Santa’s eyes lit up on my statement. He smiled and said, “This is proving easier than I thought. Well my dear are you sure about this.”

“Sure as anything”, I said furiously rubbing my pussy. My other hand was automatically rubbing my breasts though my bra. “Come on daddy! Fuck me now.”

Santa seemed a bit surprised at that, “It appears you know a lot more than I thought.”

I could see that his limp cock was now stirring back to life. yozgat escort He reached to his neck and turned off the voice changer. He then undid the cap and beard and I could see the handsome face of my father.

I don’t know if it was the heat or was he actually looking more handsome than ever. I felt like dreaming. He slowly approached my bed. I lied down and let my body loose. He gently removed the sheet off my body and then he slowly came above me. His hand gently scanned the length of my body. I could feel the chills where he touched. Then he planted his lips at my forehead. He moved his lips then to my eyes and to my cheeks. He then gently kissed my lower lip. Then all of a sudden I felt his warm tongue entering my mouth. I responded with equal vigor and our tongues dueled in each others mouths.

Meanwhile his hands were busy undressing me. I didn’t even notice that I already was out of my bra and my panties were now lying torn on the bed. His hands gently explored my body. When he reached my breasts he gave them a hearty cupping and then his hand found my pussy lips. I was totally bald there as I did not like hair much. He gently rubbed my clit. At that very time I had the first orgasm of the night. I was in heaven. Every inch of my body was at the height of sexual pleasure but my mind was telling me that I was only the beginning. Dad broke the kiss. He looked at my body in detail and said, “Oh my dear, you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Oh God, these breasts!! How did you get so big and beautiful?” Saying this he plunged at my chest and started sucking my boobs. He alternatively sucked both my nipples and simultaneously he was rubbing my clit. He then moved his mouth lower down my body. He gave my bellybutton a lick and then suddenly planted his mouth on pussy lips. I automatically opened my legs to give him better access. He began to skillfully lick my pussy.

I had plenty of oral sex before with my boyfriend but dad’s technique was far more superior. I was yelling like crazy and could feel the room spinning around me. Dad stopped for a moment and said, “Honey, will you please return the favor?” Saying this, he stood up and moved his body over so that his dick was dangling in my face. We were in 69 position. Dad did not waste anytime in resuming what he had left from. I was awed ankara escort at the size of dad’s dick. It was at least 8 inches long and had good girth too. I had never sucked a cock that big. But I was determined to do well. I took the mushroom shaped dick in my mouth. I let it slide as far as it would go then I could feel it touching the back of my throat. I pushed forward a bit more till I found my touching his pubes. My nose was right at his asshole and I could feel a sordid smell. Yet somehow it was turning me on even more. I took it out of my mouth and then took it in again. He took the signal and started to move his dick in and out of my mouth. As he was fucking my face, his tongue violated my pussy like hell.

Suddenly he stopped and placed his mouth at my asshole. The sensation was too much for me. I had the climax of my life. I could not believe when I felt actual stream of liquid leaving my rocking pussy. I never knew I was a squirter. I was subsiding from the intense orgasm and dad was furiously licking my asshole. His tongue was moving in and out of the hole. My whole body was rocking like crazy. And I was increasing my pace at dad’s dick. He stopped and stood up and declared, “Enough with the lubrication dear. Why don’t we get some real action?”

I approved the idea by a eager nod. He positioned himself over my body and placed my legs over his shoulders. His big monster was now pointing at my pussy. With just a single thrust, he buried his whole dick in. I let out a gasp but before I could yell he placed his mouth over mine. He slowly brought his dick out and then shoved it in again. Our bodies began to get into rhythm and I found that my hips were trusting forward to receive his dick in. His pace was increasing with each thrust.

Soon he was fucking me with the speed of train. I could feel my orgasm building up and soon I was squirting all over the bed again. Seconds after my climax, dad reached his and he released his seed deep inside my womb. After that he collapsed on the bed beside me.

I was reviewing what had happened in the last hour. I could’ve never thought of doing anything like that before that day. But now that it had happened, it neither felt wrong nor I was guilty for doing it. In fact I could happily say that I just had the best sex of my life. I felt like yelling it at the top of my voice. And speaking of yelling, I realized that I had been yelling like crazy. Someone must’ve heard my voice. What would they think? Were we in trouble?

I shared my fears with dad, but he did not panic. In fact he smiled and began, “You need not to worry about it honey. Just let the good times roll.”

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Master Thomas worked at his desk. Daily his routine began 7 am. It was Wednesday, the 18th of the month. Carefully he studied the appointment calendar. His first appointment would be at nine. Mr. Morstly’s wife had completed three months of schooling. He had brought her to The Women’s School for Behavior Corrections because she had been Lazy and uncooperative. Master Thomas took great pride in his training methods. He looked forward to the opportunity to exhibit the results.

The second appointment was for two in the afternoon. A sheriff in the neighboring county was bringing a thirty year old woman who had been caught stealing. The the school had a long term contract to provide punishment services for that county. There would be very little negotiation needed. He consulted his enrollment log. The new student would be number 417. He would give her a quick examination, and assign a guard to have her enrolled and placed into field training. He continued scanning the log. His gaze settled on number 403. Cheryl was his newest and most prized possession. He had purchased her from her parents near the end of the previous month.

Master Thomas’s face relaxed. He smiled at the thought of her innocent beautiful body in his arms. He then grew anguished with the recollection of the dilemma that faced him. Cheryl’s virginity belonged to him. He deeply desired to take her for his very own. But the school had gone into debt during the previous year. The income from new enrollments had been slow, yet the payroll for his guards and the medical upkeep for his students had increased. The practical thing to do would be to sell Cheryl’s virginity in his brothel to eliminate the debt, and secure the future of the school.

Tentatively, he planned for her to be taken on Friday, her 19th birthday. His advertising campaign had been extremely successful. Cheryl’s virginity had been purchased by Fred Lockload, a wealthy merchant in town. Master Thomas looked at his schedule, then turned to his typewriter and began making out his orders for her. He would have her for dinner that evening. Tomorrow, her preparation would begin. He typed out the orders for Mr. Morstly’s wife to be brought to his office.

“Good morning Master Thomas. Are you ready for your coffee?” Nurse Lankford entered the office at precisely 8 am. She placed the cup of freshly brewed coffee on his desk. Master Thomas pulled the orders for Mr. Morstly’s wife from his typewriter and handed them to the nurse. Nurse Lankford left to take them to the guard at the front door, then returned.

“Have a seat Miss Lankford.” He handed her Cheryl’s orders and filled her in on the details. They discussed the day’s appointments.

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Cheryl lay peacefully on her cell bunk. The days had flown by swiftly for her. She felt strong and beautiful. Nurse Lankford had taken good care of her. She had grown accustomed to her daily routine of being fed, bathed, and exercised. She had also enjoyed giving and receiving warm wonderful orgasms with Nurse Lankford. She always looked forward to the nurse’s next visit. The brand on her hip was now healed. Cheryl tenderly rubbed the scar that made her the property of Master Thomas. She longed to be in his powerful arms again, enjoying the touch of his hands upon her breasts and clitoris, and the warmth of his kiss on her lips.

“It’s time to eat number 403.” The Nurse’s cheerful voice at the cell door caught Cheryl off guard. She realized she was touching her clitoris again. Her breath caught in her throat. The unavoidable consequence became clear as Nurse Lankford’s voice grew harsh and scolding. “Get that hand away from that clitoris girl. You know better than that. Why can’t you be satisfied with the pleasure I have given you?”

Cheryl sat up on the bed. Obediently, she placed the backs of her hands on her knees, with the palms open. Nurse Lankford rolled the meal cart next to the wall and turned towards Cheryl with the thin leather whip in her hand. It angered her to punish Cheryl. This made the force of her strokes stronger as she brought the whip down across the delicate skin of Cheryl’s fingers.

Cheryl closed her eyes. She forced herself not to close her stinging hands as she heard the whip swish through the air ten times. It bit into her fingers and palms as the tears streamed down her face. Soon it was over and the nurse was wiping her face with a cloth. “I hope you learn to control yourself better, so I won’t have to do that. Now you need to eat. I have to exercise you and then get you ready to have dinner with Master Thomas this evening.” Cheryl ‘s happiness at hearing these words overwhelmed her. She eagerly ate her meal as excitement and anticipation filled her heart. She responded obediently to every command made by the nurse for the rest of the muğla escort day.

At dinnertime, Cheryl found herself being lead down the mansion corridors. She was carefully groomed. Her leash, collar, and chastity belt had been cleaned and polished. They glistened in the candlelight as Cheryl’s heart pounded with the anticipation of seeing her master. Nurse Lankford lead her into a small dining room. The walls were covered with deep green drapes embroidered with roses. Master Thomas sat at the table. An abundance of fruits, vegetables, and bread surrounded a beautifully roasted chicken. Candles flickered on each side of the centerpiece of aromatic roses. Nurse Lankford instructed her to sit in a chair opposite her master. She removed Cheryl’s collar and leash, then left the room. Cheryl longed to look at her master as she settled onto the chair in front of him. But her eyes remained on her plate. She struggled to quell the butterflies in her stomach as she awaited further instruction.

“My dear sex slave, you look beautiful tonight. How are you this fine evening?” Master Thomas’s voice was gentle and sincere.

Cheryl was surprised at how relaxed it made her feel. Her reply sounded sweet and confident. “Thank you Master Thomas. I am feeling very happy to be with you.”

“Good, I am glad you are well. I have looked forward to this evening myself. Let us enjoy this fine meal together now.” He carved a slice of chicken for her and placed it on her plate. Then did the same for himself. “You must eat some fruits and vegetables too. Eat as much as you want”

Cheryl obeyed. Her smile was endearing and her eyes filled with joy as she enjoyed her meal. Eating the delicious food with her master filled her with a sense of ecstasy. She found it impossible not to long for his gentle touches that she hoped would soon fallow.

Master Thomas gazed at her charming beauty as they finished their meal together. He worked hard to control his desire for her, knowing he could only have some of her. With a firm tone, he ordered her to stand and walk to him. He rose from the table as she came to him. Taking her by the hand, he lead her through the curtains into his bed chamber. Cheryl was directed to stand before him. Master Thomas removed his trousers and sat in a large chair near the bed. Cheryl admired the hardening object between his legs as he inspected her, running his hand along her arms and shoulders. He held her breasts in his hands. She felt tingling heat running through her, as her nipples hardened between his fingers. His hands moved gently over her stomach and onto her waist. He turned her and looked at her branded hip, mumbling an approval of his mark on her. The master reached into his pocket and pulled out his key to her chastity belt.

Cheryl felt the cool air against the wetness between her legs as he removed the leather straps from her body. He chuckled as he felt the moisture on the belt. Cheryl felt the warm blush in her cheeks. She felt his thick fingers rubbing the opening of her vagina. “I can see that you want me my sweet slave.”

“Yes Master Thomas. I want you.” Cheryl gasped. She wanted to reach out to him. The fear of offending him kept her still.

He placed her belt on a table. “Do you remember how I taught you to suck me during your first lesson with me?”

“Yes, I remember Master Thomas.”

“Good. You will do it again for me now.” He pushed Cheryl into a kneeling position between his legs. She carefully lifted his cock with her hand. It it was very long and thick. She placed her lips around it, feeling it’s head wedged between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She began sucking on it, then slid her mouth onto it as far as she could go, slipping her lips between it and her teeth. She slid back out and licked the thin crevice on the end, before sliding her mouth back onto it a second time. Master Thomas groaned with pleasure.

She felt his hands stroking her hair, as she began bobbing her head up and down with a slow rhythm. Her throat tightened as the head of his cock penetrated it with each stroke. She didn’t want to disappoint him, so she forced herself to tolerate the discomfort. She began bobbing faster. The organ became rock hard in her mouth. She heard him grunt with pleasure, as she worked, the pride and joy of pleasing her master filled her heart. His hands grasped her head tightly. His cock became even larger as he thrust it into her hot wet mouth. His balls slapped against her chin with each stroke. She could taste the salty liquid. He collapsed backward into the chair, gasping as his organ began to twitch. Cheryl eagerly swallowed his delicious juices as they flowed into her mouth. She continued to suckle him as he lay still. She then heard his warm voice. “That muş escort was excellent. You are a good little slave.” He stroked her head gently.

“Come up here and sit in my lap.” He helped her, pulling her to him. She was now sitting on his soft cock. He lifted her legs apart onto the arms of the chair. Cheryl’s skin quivered under his hands as he stroked her body. His powerful hands squeezed her breasts and nipples. She enjoyed the pleasant rushes of heat evoked by his touch. His hand soon found the moist folds of her vagina as he kissed and licked the back of her neck. The tingling rushed through her neck as he nibbled her ear. The sensations ran down her body as she felt his fingers messaging her clitoris with her wet juices. Her plump nipples seemed ready to burst between his fingers. The intensity of her pleasure grew within her as he played her. She wished it would never end. But her muscles began to tighten. Her body arched and she felt the explosion of her orgasm carrying her into a complete state of ecstasy. Cheryl felt the wetness as it spilled from her vagina. She collapsed into her masters arms and he held her close to him.

They sat quietly. Cheryl relished every second of her master’s embrace. She could hear his heart beating and felt the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. She soon noticed a hard lump against the flesh of her bottom. Her body yearned for it. She wanted to feel it inside her. The sound of his voice startled her. “You want me inside you. Don’t you my sweet slave?”

“Oh yes master Thomas. I want it more than anything.”

“I plan to use your virginity for another purpose. But tonight, I will take your ass for my own.” Cheryl did not understand. But her desire to please him made her obedient to his every wish.

“Get down on your hands and knees facing away from me.” Without hesitation she followed his instructions. Cheryl felt her master’s hands rubbing her bottom and thighs. “Spread your legs a little more for me.” His fingers caressed her clitoris and the tender opening of her vagina. Thrilling sensations of pleasure streamed through her as he summoned her juices with his fingers. His fingers worked with her wetness, spreading it onto the area below her rectum.

“Relax and hold still slave.” His fingers felt thick against her tender flesh. They prodded their way into the crack of her bottom, spreading her juices onto the tiny opening of her rectum. Cheryl gasped as the thick finger pressed against the tightness of her sphincter. She was beginning to enjoy the gentle manipulation of her hole. Then it slowly pushed into her. The pinching pressure felt like it was burning. Her back arched involuntarily toward the floor, shifting her away from him.

“I told you to hold still.” He grabbed her thighs, repositioning her in front of him. His hand felt incredibly hard as he spanked her three times.

Master Thomas was amazed at the smallness of her anus. He had enjoyed watching his thick fingertip disappear into her. He thrilled at the tightness of her sphincter squeezing against his finger as he watched her body respond to the discomfort. He did not want to hurt her and knew he would have to go easy on her. He removed a pot of oil from a shelf under the table near by.

Cheryl felt her masters hands apply the thick oil around her rectal opening. She forced herself to remain in position as his finger pushed its way back into her. She tried to relax against the painful pressure. More oil was added as the finger slowly stroked in and out, making its way in deeper each time. It pressed and rubbed against the walls of her rectum as it filled her. A thrilling sensation shot through her as his knuckles made contact with the mouth of her vagina.

She felt his finger retreat. He squeezed one of the cheeks of her bottom, exposing her more fully. More oil was added. She felt his thumb press into her, pulling her open, and allowing two fingers to penetrate her tight sphincter. The two fingers stroked the walls of her rectum in and out. The oil was added with each stroke. Finally she felt knuckles against her vagina again. She gasped quietly as the pleasant sensation spread through her loins. His fingers began to pump in and out of her. Her discomfort returned as he slipped the thumb of his other hand in with them, pulling her more open.

Master Thomas was pleased as he felt her tender flesh slowly relaxing against the force of his thrusting fingers. “Good girl. I think you will be ready for me now. Turn around and suck your masters cock until it is hard.”

Cheryl felt an emptiness within her as her master’s fingers left her. Eagerly she pivoted on her knees and began kissing and licking the semi erect organ between his legs. He grasped her breasts, messaging nevşehir escort them forcefully as she sucked on him. She felt his hardness growing as she pumped him She wondered how it could ever fit into her tiny ass.

He stopped her. “Stand by my bed.” An oily fart escaped through her sphincter as she stood up. The embarrassment was overwhelming, as the oil spilled out of her rectum and streamed down her legs. But her master seemed not to notice. He reached under the bed, pulling out a giant bulging pillow. He tossed it onto the center of the bed. “Get on the pillow, face down. Spread your legs and grab your knees with your hands.”

Cheryl crawled onto the soft, firm pillow. It was so thick, it held up above the bed a few inches. She spread her legs, grasping her knees. Her ass was pointing up towards the ceiling. She felt totally vulnerable to her master’s wishes.

The pink flesh of the slave girls rectum looked inviting to Master Thomas as he mounted the bed behind her carrying the pot of oil. He oiled his fingers and began pressing them into her again. He worked one all the way in with a generous supply of oil. He followed with a second finger messaging the walls of her tender rectum as he worked the two fingers into her. He messaged her sphincter with his other thumb. He listened carefully to her breathing, waiting as she became more relaxed and began to enjoy his invasion of her innocent body.

He saw the pleasure begin to take hold within her. He oiled his cock and poured some into her rectum. He slid his hard cock into her part way. He marveled at the tremendous pressure around the shaft of his cock. He waited for her to relax, then slowly shoved himself into her. He held her body as it quivered from the mixed sensations of pleasure and pain.

Cheryl felt like she was having a horrible bowel movement in reverse, as her master’s cock pushed between the walls of her rectum. She felt him stop as he allowed her to get used to him. As her discomfort subsided, she felt him thrusting into her again. An erotic sense of fulfillment mingled with her pain as his scrotum settled into the mouth of her vagina. He held her closely as her body trembled. He began to rock gently in and out of her. Tingling heat filled her loins. She felt her clitoris hardening against the pillow bellow her. His oily hand slipped under her, sliding past the hardened nipple of one breast, and finding the other with his probing fingers.

He began to pump harder. His balls slapped against her vagina, sending erotic shafts of ecstasy through her body. His other hand found her clitoris and pressed against it as he thrust himself into her with great force. All of her discomfort was gone. An erotic fire filled her loins, flowing throughout her body. Her master began to groan with pleasure as it mingled with her own. His hot juices shot into her, filling her. Her orgasm exploded through her. Filling her with a pleasure more tremendous than she had ever known.

She laid there pinned tightly under his full weight as their panting subsided. His cock was now small soft mass of flesh nestled between the cheeks of her ass. She had never been so happy. She now knew that her master’s body was the only thing she would ever want.

Master Thomas rose from the bed and walked out of the room. A few minutes later, he returned and put on his trousers. Cheryl remained on the pillow, holding her knees with her legs spread. She patiently waited for his instructions. Her master said nothing as he sat back down in the chair. He sat for several minutes, gazing at her ravaged body.

“What a good slave number 403 has been.” Cheryl was startled at the sound of nurse Lankford’s voice. She walked to the bedside without hesitation and immediately began washing Cheryl’s ass and thighs with a warm soapy wash cloth.

“Yes Miss Lankford, she is the best slave I have ever had.” Cheryl beamed with pride as she heard her Master’s compliment.

The nurse finished cleaning her. “Stand up slave,” ordered Nurse Lankford. Cheryl pushed herself up and onto her feet. She stood quietly as the nurse secured the chastity belt back onto her body, then buckled the collar around her neck.

“Stand before me slave.” Cheryl obeyed, surprised by the sternness in her master’s voice. “The day after tomorrow you will serve in my brothel. Your virginity has been sold to a merchant in town. He is a good friend of mine. I want you to please and obey him, just as you have done for me tonight. Do you understand my slave?”

Yes Master Thomas, I understand.” Cheryl lowered her eyes hoping not to show her disappointments.”

Without another word, Cheryl was lead back to her cell, far away from her master’s chambers. She began to dread the prospect of having someone other than her master inside her. She quietly cooperated as Nurse Lankford washed the oil and her master’s semen from her rectum. The nurse put her to bed, then locked the cell door securely as she left. Cheryl felt a deep sense of loneliness and despair, but her exhaustion soon overtook her. She slept soundly.

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She was anxious and alone, stuck in a room with no windows and only one door. She had no idea why she was even there. In a million years she would never have imagined herself where she was. But that’s where she was and now there was nothing she could do about it.

The room didn’t suit her. Not in the least. She fancied herself a good girl. Prim and proper. Smart. Respectable. This wasn’t a place for her. For the other girls maybe, but definitely not for her.

She’d only gone to the bachelorette party as a favor to her friend. It wasn’t her thing at all. The drinking and strippers and all that went along with it, she was above that.

But dinner and then drinks had somehow brought them all here. The place seemed so seedy. Men prancing all around half dressed, men that were paid to be there, to entertain them. The sight and sound and smell of sex was all around them.

She’d never been to a place like this. She had no idea they even existed. Now she was caught up in it all. At first she didn’t want to look. She kept her head down and her eyes to herself. But soon she couldn’t help it. Curiosity got the better of her.

She watched the other women flirt with the men. The men with their tanned and toned bodies, their clean shaven chests, strong arms and square jaws, and their thick hard bulges concealed by nothing more than a g-string.

She felt the warmth between her legs. She felt her stomach tighten and her pussy tingle. She wanted to touch. She wanted to feel their big hard cocks with her own hands. The other girls did.

She was too scared. She was too respectable. She wasn’t a slut like all those other girls. She told herself she didn’t even like men like that, still she was curious.

She thought about her boyfriend, and how his body, how his cock was nothing like that. He was all she had seen. He was all she had been with. And now there was this all right in front of her.

She imagined what it trabzon escort would be like to feel a hard cock, to squeeze it through a g-string. To feel its size, its hardness. Her skin tingled at the thought.

The other girls cheered her on when a man started to dance for her. His bulge inches from her grasp. They wanted her to take it, to touch him, to touch his body.

She wasn’t a slut she thought. She was a good girl. She was respectable. The other girls knew that. That’s why they cheered.

The party went on with more dancing, more drinking, more staring. Still she wouldn’t touch. She wouldn’t even really look. No matter how much her pussy ached, no matter how much her body tingled.

Soon they made a game of it. She refused but they said she had to play. They spun the bottle and when it stopped it pointed at her. All the women cheered. She protested but there was nothing she could do.

So it was that she found herself anxious and alone, trapped in a room with nothing but a closed door behind her and a small hole in the wall in front of her.

As she sat and waited a million thoughts went through her head. She thought of her boyfriend, and what he would think. She tried to think of a way out, of somehow pretending, and just walking out with a smile on her face. She wanted to leave, but knew that she couldn’t.

In those moments a million thoughts flashed through her head. She was a good girl she told herself over and over. Still as she sat there alone and scared, she couldn’t help but think of the men in the other room, and how they had made her feel, and how badly she wanted to look even though she knew she couldn’t.

She fought all the urges, she tried to purge her mind, but still the dirty thoughts overwhelmed her pure, pristine mind.

Her body was shaking when she first saw it slide slowly through the hole. Veins bulged along its entire length. It was so hard tunceli escort it seemed to throb.

She’d never seen anything like it. It seemed so big, so thick. She stared as her mind was overcome.

Before she’d always thought it was the man behind the cock that really mattered, but that was before she’d seen anything like this. None of that seem to matter now. All that did was the beautiful cock before her.

She couldn’t help but wrap both hands around it. The skin seemed so smooth and so supple, yet the cock itself was rock hard. Back and forth she stroked it, her hands trembling as she did. In that moment, she forgot about everything but the cock right in front of her.

She stared at her hands holding it, reveling in the touch, the sight of it all. It made her feel so feminine and so sexy to touch it, to feel it, to hold it in her hands.

The feeling of power washed over her. She felt in complete control. It was as if the hard cock in her hands no longer belonged to the man behind the wall, but it was now hers and hers alone.

She felt the body arch and the cock strain for her touch. She felt the blood pulsating through it, throbbing between her fingers.

She studied the cock as she held it, slowly running her fingers around its bulging veins, down around the tip, and back along the underside. Her hands seemed so small in its presence, as if her hands alone would not be enough to tame it.

She felt her wetness grow and her pussy ache. She imagined the cock inside her, filling her, stretching her, the tightness of her pussy wrapped around it.

As she stroked it gingerly, she longed for it in her mouth. Her tongue fell back in her throat as she imagined the thought.

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, wanting nothing more at that moment the feeling of her lips wrapped around the hardness. She felt her mouth stretch as the tip slipped in. The feeling zonguldak escort consumed her. Her mouth stretched further as the hard shaft started to slip deeper in.

She felt the warmth and the wetness of her mouth wrap around the cock. She savored the sensation, feeling it throbbing on her lips. Her mouth felt stretched and tight, but she welcomed the feeling. She welcomed it all in her mouth.

For the first time she felt like a slut, but she didn’t care. She just wanted more. More of the cock, more of the way it made her feel, more of it in her mouth. She wanted more of everything.

For a brief instant she imagined her friends outside and wondered what they would think. She felt reckless and out of control. But it didn’t matter. The cock was all she wanted.

Up and down her lips slid around it. She took it as deep into her mouth as her body would allow, each time going a bit deeper than she had before.

She grew more excited with each stroke. Her heart racing and her mind overwhelmed. She heard whimpering behind the wall as the cock grew even harder in her mouth.

As virile as the cock seemed, as big as it felt in her mouth, nothing made her feel more powerful than the whimpering. She opened her eyes with a feeling of complete and total power. Whatever man was behind that wall, he was now totally and completely hers.

To her the whimpering sounded like a puppy, begging for a treat. She liked having that power, hearing that sound, knowing she was the cause. Her alone deciding if the puppy deserved a treat. She lingered for a bit as the whimpering continued, the cock begging for release.

She slowed down for a bit, teasing, drawing the agony out. She wanted him to suffer and to long for something more, knowing that she was the only one able to give it to him.

Her mouth slid off the cock completely. She stared at it peeking through the hole in all its glory, slick from her mouth, the veins throbbing, aching for her touch. In the moment that she paused, she never wanted it more.

Finally the spell was broken by a sound from behind the wall.

“Pleaassseee…” was all she heard.

With that she wrapped her lips around it one more time, knowing it was completely and utterly hers.

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Peak of Desire Ch. 06

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**Hey guys. I apologize for taking so long to update. I’ve had a lot going on, so I haven’t been writing as much as I should have. I submitted Chapter 7 at the same time as this one, so it should be posted within the next day.

Thanks for your continued interest, and I hope you’ll find both this, and Chapter 7 to your liking. Thank you for reading!**

At just past ten on Thursday morning, the buzzing of an alarm clock roused Erica from her sleep. After switching it off, she rolled over onto her back and tucked her arms behind her head,staring up at the curved Airstream ceiling. Several days had elapsed since her date with Cody at the bowling alley, but the provocative experience they’d shared still vividly played in her mind.

All it took was the memory of his long, nimble fingers skillfully teasing her clit, or the thought of her palms gliding across his broad, naked chest, and she found herself in a state of intense arousal. The experience they’d shared in the pool table room had been one of the most erotic moments of her life, and if that was a sign of things to come, then she was eagerly anticipating more moments like it.

She’d known Cody for nearly three weeks now, and it seemed that every time they came together, the attraction they felt for one another only seemed to increase. Like metal to a magnet, she was irresistibly drawn to him, and was intensely curious as to what their next encounter would be like. She could spend hours in bed fantasizing about him, but she had a free day ahead of her, and was eager to get a start on it.

The bamboo flooring creaked lightly as she padded into the front of the trailer, and as she reached the small fridge, she pulled open the door and retrieved a fudge popsicle, then peeled off the paper surrounding it. She took a few generous licks of the fudgesicle, then turned on a small fan that was sitting on the kitchen counter top.

She plopped lazily onto the sofa, and as she enjoyed the rich chocolate flavor of her frozen treat, she thought about the various ways she could spend her day. By the time she’d eaten half of her popsicle, she’d decided on taking a bike ride down to a nearby creek. Maybe she would even take a swim while she was there, then go to one of her favorite restaurants and treat herself to a delicious lunch.

Then once she returned home she would stop by Marisol’s and see what she was up to. Air from the fan blew a gentle, cool breeze against her face, and she contentedly finished the rest of her popsicle. A chiming sound came from her cell phone, and as she picked it up, she saw she had a text message from Cody.

*Hey there, beautiful. How are you this morning?*

A smile crossed her lips as she typed her response, then she hit the message send button.

~Doing well. What are you up to?~

*Horny. Woke up with a raging hard on.*

His text sent a flood of liquid heat to her core, and she quickly typed her response.

~If I were there, I’d give you a hand~

*I could use more than a hand*

~I’m sure you could~

Nearly a minute passed before another message from him came through.

*So when do I get that massage?*

~I don’t know. When do you want it?~

*Right now would be good*

~You’re not working today?~

*Nope. It’s my day off*

Not wanting to seem overly eager, she let a few moments pass, then typed her response. Yet before she could send her message, her phone vibrated with another text.

*Can you be here in the next hour?*

Her heart rate increased as she thought about her hands caressing his toned, nude form. She’d only seen his chest, but she was beyond certain that the lower half of his body was just as exquisite as the top. Of course she would drape a sheet over him so he wouldn’t be completely bare, but how long would it actually stay on? Their intense sexual attraction to each other guaranteed that the massage would most likely lead to sex, but was she actually ready for them to take things to that next level?

She could try and resist him all she wanted, but being in the privacy of his home, combined with the allure of his nearly naked body would be far too powerful for her to resist. She’d never been very good at resisting temptation, and although she knew the power was ultimately in her hands, whenever she was around him, it seemed as if she became filled with insatiable lust.

Physically speaking, she was eager to have sex with him, but was she emotionally ready for it? She took a few more moments to think it over, then typed her response. She was just finishing her message to him, when her phone vibrated with another one of his texts.

*So when can you get here?*

It came as no surprise to her that he was getting impatient, and as she hit the button to send her message through, the sound of a ring tone floated from the rear of the trailer. Erica tossed the cell phone in her hands aside, then headed for her sleeping quarters. As she reached her bed, she picked up her business cell phone and placed the receiver against her ear.

“Erica’s mobile massage. How can I help you?”

“Hello,” said siirt escort a female voice with a Slavic accent. “My name is Aksinya, and I’m calling on behalf of my boss, Mr. Stevens. I need to book a massage for him. Is it possible to get an appointment today?”

“Sure. What time would you like to set the appointment for?”

“One thirty.”

“That’s no problem, I can book you for that time. How long of a session does he need?”

“One hour.”

“Will this be a Swedish or hot stone massage?”

“Swedish.”

Erica grabbed her appointment book from a drawer beneath her bed, then set it on the mattress and poised a pen over the paper. “Can I get the name and address, please?”

As the client relayed the information to her, Erica wrote it down in her book. Then once the call was finished, she set the phone down and headed back to the front of the trailer. As she picked up her phone, she noticed she’d received three texts from Cody, and clicked a button to open the first text.

*Still thinking it over?*

She then opened the second message.

*So are you coming over or not?*

His third text message proved to be even more urgent than the previous ones.

*Why are you ignoring me?*

Erica typed back a response, then hit the send button.

~Wasn’t ignoring you. Got a call on my business phone and I had to take it.~

She knew that Cody disliked being made to wait, so it came as no surprise that it took twenty minutes for him to respond. She figured it was his way of trying to regain control, and although it was frustrating, she couldn’t help feeling a bit amused. As dominating and masculine as he was, he could sometimes be immature, and impatience was clearly one of his weak traits. The phone vibrated in her hand as his message finally came through.

*Are you still coming over?*

~Nope. Just booked a last minute appointment, so it looks like I’ll be busy~

*Any way you can get out of it?*

~Not really. I need the money, and the appointment’s already set~

She waited for his response, but instead of the chime of another text message, her cell phone ring tone filled the air. She didn’t have to look at the display screen to know that it was Cody, and after hitting the answer call button, she brought the phone up to her ear.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” He gave a short pause. “You got a last minute client, huh?”

“Yep. I really don’t feel like working today, but I need the money, so there was no way I could refuse.”

“I understand.” His voice was rife with disappointment. “When will you be back home?”

“Three thirty, maybe four.”

“So you’ll be gone most of the day.”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

He gave a little sigh of displeasure. “That’s too bad, because I was really looking forward to seeing you.”

“Yeah, so was I.”

“So this client of yours, is it a male or female?”

Her lips curled into a smile. “I knew you were going to ask that question”

“I’m not jealous, I just want to know what type of a situation you’re going into.”

“Okay.”

“So, male or female?”

“Male.”

“And what kind of a vibe did you get from him?”

“I didn’t speak with him directly. His maid booked the appointment.”

“Hmm, that seems a bit weird.”

“Not to me. He’s obviously rich, so he’s probably got a whole staff of people to take care of all his needs.”

“Just because he has a housekeeper, it doesn’t mean he’s wealthy.”

“Judging by the address of his house, I’d say he’s pretty loaded. He lives in Chandler Hills. Only people with serious money can afford to buy homes out there.”

“How did this guy find out about you?”

“He was referred to me by a friend.”

“Which friend?”

“I don’t know. Didn’t think to ask.”

“You’re not curious?”

“A little, but it isn’t all that important. He’s paying good money, so that’s what matters most.”

“What about your safety? Isn’t that important, too?”

“Of course.”

“Doesn’t sound like it.”

Cocking an eyebrow, she asked, “Why are you being so weird about this?”

“Caring about you makes me weird?”

“Look, I appreciate your concern, but there’s no need for you to be worried. Everything will be fine.”

“How can you be certain? He’s a first time client, and you don’t even know who referred him. Seems to me like he might be hiding something.”

“I don’t work purely on referrals, so it isn’t a huge issue to me.”

“You should have at least spoken to him. You need to know what type of a person he is.”

“Yeah, okay. I guess you’re right about that. I’ll call back once I get off the phone with you.”

“I really hope you do.”

“No worries, I will.” After finishing the last of her popsicle, she threw the stick in the trash, then poured herself a glass of water.

“Something about this client seems off.”

Noting the apprehension in his voice, she said, “It’ll be fine. There’s nothing for you to worry about.”

“You’re going to a strange man’s house to give him a massage, and you’re telling me there’s sinop escort nothing for me to worry about?”

“It’s my job, it’s what I do. I don’t know why you have to make it sound so dirty.”

“Well how else can I put it? Because that’s exactly what’s going to happen.”

“You make what I do sound cheap. This is a legitimate career I have, Cody. There isn’t anything gross or shameful about it. I’m *very* professional.”

“It’s not you I distrust, it’s the client.”

A sound of exasperation passed her lips. “I can’t believe I’m going through this with you yet again.”

“Why does it bother you to know that I’m concerned? I’m a part of your life now, so of course I want you to be safe.”

“It doesn’t bother me, it just makes me wonder how you can take all sorts of crazy risks, and then lecture *me* on being safe.”

“Oh, I get it. You’re purposely taking risks to try and get back at me for free soloing. Is that it?”

“Get back at you? How ridiculous. You don’t actually believe that, do you?”

“Well I see no other reason why you seem to be so intent on going against what I say. You don’t like me climbing, and you know I won’t stop, so now you’re trying to get even with me.”

She rolled her eyes. “You can’t seriously think that.”

He remained quiet, and after a few moments of silence, she began to wonder if he was still on the line. “Hello?”

“Yeah, I’m still here.”

“Why aren’t you talking?”

“What’s the point? You’re not interested in taking any of my advice, and you’re going to do what you want anyway, so there’s really no point in continuing this conversation.”

She sighed heavily, then said, “Alright, then. Since you’re no longer interested in speaking with me, then I’ll just get off the phone.”

“Fine,” he retorted flatly.

Yet instead of ending the call, she kept the phone pressed against her ear. Although he wasn’t speaking, she could tell he was still on the line, and was curious as to why he didn’t just get off.

“Hang up,” she said.

“*You* hang up.”

“Fine, I will.” She hit the call end button, then tossed the phone onto the couch.

A mere thirty seconds passed before her phone rang, and as she pressed the receiver against her ear, she emitted a little sigh which was part frustration, and part annoyance.

As captivating and alluring as he was, Cody could also be quite pushy and controlling, and it was beginning to annoy her. She remained quiet, prompting him to speak first, and it seemed as if he was doing the same, because neither of them said a word. Then finally she heard him speak.

“You’re heading blindly into a potentially dangerous situation. Think about what you’re doing.”

“I already have thought about it.”

“Then think again. Because I don’t get the best feeling from this guy.”

“You haven’t even talked to him, so how can you know what he’s like?”

“That’s my point. You haven’t talked to him, either. Why would you book an appointment without speaking to the client?”

“It isn’t a common thing. This is the first time it’s happened.”

“Exactly. This is why the whole thing seems odd to me.”

“You love to be free to do what you want, yet can’t stand the fact that I expect the same.”

“I’m not trying to control you, I just want to make sure you’re safe. That’s what people do when they care about someone.”

“I’ve had a mobile massage business for years, and nothing’s ever happened to me. That isn’t pure luck, it’s because I’ve always been cautious.”

He let out a heavy breath. “I really wish you could see things from my point of view.”

“Welcome to the club. Now you know how I feel.”

“You hate that I free solo, I get it. But putting yourself in danger isn’t going to make me stop.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “I never said that I wanted you to.”

“You don’t have to say it, it’s pretty obvious.”

“Listen, Cody. The last thing I want to do is control you, so that’s not what this is about. I know you’re passionate about rock climbing, and I think it’s great. The only issue I have is when you do it without any safety equipment.”

“You’re basically doing the same thing.”

“How? Since when am I climbing hundreds of feet without any protective equipment? Sorry, but it’s not comparable.”

“Actually, it is. When you go to a client’s house, you’re giving them the chance to hurt or kill you. You’re small and defenseless, and there are guys out there who would just love to take advantage of that. How can that not scare you?”

“I’m not totally helpless. I know how to protect myself.”

“I’m not saying you’re weak, but most men are bigger and stronger than women, so you could easily be overpowered.”

“Look, I know it’s a possibility, okay? I get that. But I’m not going to let the thought of what could happen stop me from running my business.”

Cody was silent for a moment, and then he said, “Why don’t you work in a spa? Then you would have the safety of being around other people.”

“Why would I work for someone else, when I have my own thing going? şırnak escort It’s taken years to build my list of clients, and the money I make doing outcalls is way better than what I would earn as a spa worker.”

A sound of exasperation came from Cody’s end of the line. “Fine, keep exposing yourself to danger. I hope the money is worth it.”

“Listen, you take way bigger risks than I do. You climb hundreds of feet without any protective gear, all the while knowing that you may fall to your death. You go willingly into ridiculously dangerous situations, and yet I’m the one who’s being unsafe? Come on, Cody.” She gave a humorless laugh, then shook her head.

“Yeah, whatever. Do what you want, because I don’t care anymore.”

His voice came out sounding flat and emotionless, and she felt her heart sink in response. Erica bit her lip, then said, “I appreciate your concern. I really do.”

“Doesn’t seem like it.”

He was obviously peeved, so she knew the best thing to do was to try and smooth things over. “Please don’t be upset with me.” He said nothing in return, and as his silence stretched on, she realized it was up to her to once again speak.

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Ignore me. That’s what you did the last time you got mad.”

“I have nothing more to say to you.”

Vexed by his refusal to communicate any further, she blew out a little breath of air. “Guess I’ll let you go, then.”

“Okay. Bye.”

“Bye.”

She placed the phone on the end table next to the couch, then rose up from the couch and headed for the bathroom. It had been a rough start to the day, but she wasn’t going to let the conversation that she and Cody had sour her mood. They both disagreed about certain aspects of each others life, and that most likely wouldn’t change, so they would just have to find some way to work things out.

After stripping out of her night clothes, she climbed into the tiny shower and turned on the water. As Erica soaped up, she found herself overcome with uneasiness. With things now uncertain between her and Cody, she was starting to regret the fact that she’d been so stubborn toward him.

She knew he was concerned about her, and that he wanted to ensure her safety, but how could he live his life so recklessly and not expect her to worry about him as well? Obviously something had to give, otherwise this situation could end up driving a wedge between them. And the connection they shared was way too amazing to allow things to get screwed up.

Yet despite the fact that she and Cody weren’t currently on the best of terms, she still felt optimistic about the day ahead of her, and promised herself that she’d make the best of it. She guessed he’d made a good point about her needing to speak with the client directly, and it was customary for her to do that, so she made a mental note to contact her customer before heading to his house.

After finishing her shower, she dried off with an oversized towel, then headed for her bedroom to change. Her massage uniform consisted of a cream colored boat neck tunic that was tapered at the waist, and a pair of black, slim cut uniform pants. Once she was dressed, she did her hair and makeup, then slipped some money into the pocket of her pants. Her massage table was already in the back of her car, so the only thing left to do was to call the client, and then she would get on the road. She dialed in the number, and after three rings, a voice which she instantly recognized as the Slavic maid’s, came through the phone.

“Mr. Steven’s residence.”

“Yes, hi. It’s Erica, the massage therapist.”

“Of course, I remember. What can I do for you, Ms. Collins?”

“Can I speak with Mr. Stevens?”

“He’s on an important call right now, but I’d be happy to relay a message.”

“There’s no message. I just wanted to have the chance to speak with him directly. Do you know when he’ll be available?”

“You could always try back in the next half hour, but Mr. Stevens is a very busy man. He prefers I take care of things for him. If there’s an issue or concern, you can communicate it to me, and I’ll let him know what it is.”

“It’s nothing important. I just wanted to go over a few details with him.”

“It’s probably best if you do that in person. He really isn’t fond of talking on the phone unless it’s related to business, so I’m afraid you’ll have to wait until you arrive.”

“Oh, alright.” Her voice was full of hesitancy.

“If it’s going to be a problem, then I can just cancel the appointment and we’ll hire someone else. My boss prefers I handle all his affairs, so I can assure you he’s completely trustworthy.”

There was a sharp edge to the maid’s voice, and Erica could tell that the other woman was beginning to feel insulted. It hadn’t been her intent to do so, and she did very much want to keep him as a client, so she decided to go ahead and keep the appointment. “No, it won’t be any problem at all. I’ll just speak to him in person.”

“Wonderful. We look forward to seeing you at one thirty.”

“Great, see you then. Bye.”

“Goodbye.”

Erica slipped the phone into her pocket, then grabbed her keys and headed for the door. A few hours still remained before she was due to show up for the appointment, so she would grab a late breakfast, take care of a few errands, then head out to Chandler Hills to meet with her client.

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