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Dana and Lisa – Pt. 01

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Lisa and I had been best friends in high school, but drifted apart after graduation. She went on to college, and I moved to the coast and worked as a waitress where I met my first husband. The marriage lasted less than ten years and luckily, we didn’t have any kids. When I bumped into Lisa again, it had been nearly fifteen years since we had last seen each other. But we were immediately inseparable again. Only, this time it was different. Lisa was always gay, and didn’t have any problem with her sexuality where I was still exploring mine.

It wasn’t long before we became roommates and then over time, we became lovers too. Lisa and I connected in a way I didn’t know existed beteem two people before. We have been together ever since. We officially got married five years ago, and prefer to do everything we can together.

Lisa is a successful writer, specializing in spiritual awakening and personal growth. We do seminars around the country, with me working as her assistant. I plan the events, work out the logistics, book the venues and such. It allows us to live modestly, and travel often, which we enjoy.

We were in Las Vegas, staying at one of the big hotels on the strip, where the seminar was going to be. We had gotten there a few days early, so we could do some shopping on the Miracle Mile, which we enjoyed. And we enjoyed exploring the strip.

We had spent the morning walking through all the shops, looking for treasures and exploring when Lisa suddenly turned to me and asked “Dana, what time is that appointment for? We aren’t going to be late, right?”

“Don’t worry, Lisa! I have been watching the time. If we start heading back to the hotel room soon, we’ll be able to change and get to the meeting in plenty of time” I reassured her.

As we heading back to the hotel room, Lisa inquired more “what is this meeting, anyway?”

I was a little surprised, because she had scheduled the meeting, not me. “I don’t know, you scheduled the meeting.” We both started laughing because here we are rushing to a meeting, that we don’t even know what it is for.

“I’ll check the calendar when we get back to the room, I’m sure there are notes about what the purpose is” I offered.

The rest of our walk back to the hotel room was filled with talking and joking about the shops we passed, and what we might want to see before we head home. We forgot all about the circumstances of the mystery meeting.

When we got back to the room, we stripped off our leggings and causal blouses and put on our more formal business wear. We both wore pretty white blouses with buttons, new pairs of tan nylons, 2-inch pumps and Lisa wore a navy-blue pencil skirt and blazer, where I wore a similar gray skirt and blazer.

Lisa then sat down and I brushed out her long blond hair which comes to just above her elbows. When I was done, I sat down and she brushed out my brown hair which comes nearly to my waist. When she was done, I fretted over my bangs for a few minutes then put on fresh mascara and eyeliner, Lisa was doing the same.

We like to wear the same lipstick, because we also like to kiss each other and that simplifies things to use the same color. That day we chose a glossy dark red color. When we were done, we grabbed our purses and headed for the door when I realized I had forgotten to verify what this appointment was about, who it was with and where it was at. I checked my scheduler and the meeting was with Jones Consulting, and it was in the neighboring hotel so we could just walk there.

We headed down the elevator to the shopping level which has tunnels connecting the hotels under the streets. Lisa and I were chatting away as usual and didn’t notice the two men then had been following fairly close behind us. There were lots of people walking, so that wasn’t unusual at all. But as we passed what appeared to be an open doorway into a storage area, the two men suddenly grabbed our arms and pushed us through the door.

It was dark inside and we couldn’t see anything as both of us started screaming. I could feel my assailant’s hands holding my arms firmly from behind, and I felt something getting shoved in my mouth to stop my screaming. It felt like some kind of rubber bag or something but it filled my mouth almost completely and just as quickly, a strap was wrapped around my head, holding the gag in place.

Lisa must have been in the same situation, because her screaming stopped as well.

I heard a woman’s voice say “cuff them!” and felt my assailant pull my arms behind my back. I felt handcuffs being locked onto my wrists.

We were led down a dimly lit hallway, and I could see Lisa in front of me with the same handcuffs on her wrists. One man was guiding me, another was guiding Lisa. They pulled us into another Bornova travesti room, which was also dimly lit, but there were two wooden chairs in the middle of the room, close together, facing each other.

Lisa and I were led to the chairs, and I heard the woman’s voice again “take off their skirts” she barked. I felt my assailant reach around my waist and find the zipper. He unzipped it quickly, and let my skirt slide over my hips and fall to the floor. I could see the other man was doing the same to Lisa.

The voice barked out again “Okay, now sit them down!” and we were each pushed into the chairs, facing each other. My bound arms were pulled behind the low back of the chair, and I heard the sounds of chains clinking and felt weight on my wrists and the chains were attached. I tried to pull away, but they were too taunt to allow me any movement.

The woman’s voice rang out again “don’t forget their ankles!”

I watched as a man pulled on Lisa’s leg, pulling it to the side of the chair, and buckled on a leather cuff which was then chained to the chair. I could feel the same thing was happening with my legs.

The woman spoke “now the wrist cuffs!”

I could see the man behind Lisa doing something but couldn’t tell what. But I could feel leather cuffs being secured around my wrists. Then the metal handcuffs were removed.

The woman spoke again “remove their blazers!”

And the man pushed me forward in the chair a little, and slid my blazer off my shoulders. He yanked on it to pull it from under my ass where I was sitting on it a little, then slid it off completely. As soon as it was removed, he held my wrists tightly. When the same had been done to Lisa, the woman barked out another command from the darkness.

“Good, now just hold them for a minute” and for the first time, we saw the woman who had been in charge of our abduction. She was fairly tall, wearing a black leather dress that hugged her figure well, and came to mid-thigh. She was also wearing a black leather mask that obscured her face.

She came over to me first, bent over, and slowly started unbuttoning my blouse. There was a tenderness in her attention, unlike the men who were unceremonious and rough. Her hands gently caressed down my breasts while she unbuttoned my blouse. When it was all unbuttoned, she gently pushed it past my shoulders, and slid it off me. The man holding my wrists slid each sleeve down and off himself.

She then took each of my hands, held them to my side, against the chair. She unhooked the chain holding my ankle against the chair, pulled my foot up off the floor a little, and connected it to the cuff on my wrist causing the weight to pull on me. She then did my other wrist, then moved on to Lisa.

After a few minutes, Lisa was also locked in her chair, wearing only her bra, panties, pantyhose and heels. I could see the fear in her eyes as we both stared at each other, terrified about what was going to be done to us.

The woman barked out a new command “Okay, you are done now. Leave!” and our two assailants left and closed the door behind them. We were left with the woman in the leather dress.

She disappeared into the darkness and the lights started getting brighter, but only on Lisa and I. There was a circle of bright light around us, the rest of the room was dark. Our chairs were so close to each other, our knees were almost touching each other.

The lady returned a moment later rolling a stool and a cart with her. She rolled the cart over behind Lisa and sat down on the stool, scooting up against Lisa’s bound body.

I could only see the woman’s back as she sat next to Lisa, but I could clearly see her hands running over Lisa’s body. Slowly caressing her exposed belly. Lisa started making protesting sounds in her gag, and the woman grabbed a handful of Lisa’s hair and pulled it tight.

“Now Lisa, I can make this far less pleasant for you. It will be better for you, if you don’t make trouble for me.”

Lisa went quiet, but I could see a look of fear in her eyes.

“Now dear, look what you’ve done! Your hair is a mess now. Let me fix that for you” she said, much to my horror.

The woman then reached behind Lisa to her cart, and grabbed a hairbrush. She started gently brushing through Lisa’s hair. I could see Lisa’s mascara starting to run as her eyes were tearing up.

“Oh no, my dear. You don’t need to cry, nothing bad is going to happen here today. I promise, you will be released before the day is out and neither you or your beautiful wife will be harmed.”

I wasn’t convinced, and I’m pretty sure Lisa wasn’t either. The woman continued to gently run the brush through Lisa’s hair, repositioning herself behind Lisa while she worked. I Bornova travestileri could hear Lisa was quietly crying, in her gag as this unknown woman carefully ran the brush through her long blonde hair.

After a few minutes of this stranger’s work, Lisa’s hair was perfect again and the woman put the hairbrush back on her cart.

The woman was still seated behind Lisa when I saw Lisa’s bra suddenly loosen up and realized the woman had unhooked it.

She wheeled her chair over to our side and took both her hands, reaching under the now loose bra, and started gently fondling my wife’s tits. That was more than I could take and I started shaking around in my bonds, making all kinds of noise around my gag.

“Oh Dana, you shouldn’t have done that. Now Lisa is going to have to suffer because of your outburst!” The woman said.

She reached onto her cart and then revealed to both of us some nipple clamps which she shook before our eyes. I was shaking my head no, but she ignored me and attached them to Lisa’s exposed nipples. I heard my love let out a squeal as the woman adjusted them.

The woman grabbed the chain in her hand and turned towards me. I could clearly see her face then, except it was covered with a leather mask. Like what one would wear to a fancy costume party. It wasn’t really blocking all of her features, but was enough to make her difficult at best to identify.

“Every time you make a noise, Lisa is going to pay for it.” She said, and with that she gave the chain a quick tug and Lisa let out a shriek.

The woman turned to Lisa then and said “now that wasn’t nice, Lisa! Now Dana is going to have to be punished too!”

The woman then scooted a little closer to me, and reached behind me, playing with my bra. I had a moment of glee because she was thwarted in her efforts! My bra clasped in the front. Then the impact of that random choice I had made this morning, that would make my tits even easier for her to mess with.

The woman quickly realized my bra was a front clasp style and unhooked it, freeing my girls and my bra slid down my arms to my wrists. I was now completely naked from the panties up.

“Oh Dana, these are lovely!” she exclaimed, and started fondling my tits. She was very gently, and it felt good, even though this was the most bizarre encounter of my life. Lisa was watching intently and made a protest sound.

“Oh, yes Lisa. You’re right. I was supposed to be putting on clamps.” the woman exclaimed and reached behind Lisa to the cart for another set of nipple clamps. This time, she secured them to me. They weren’t tight, just snug and I was aware of the weight pulling on my nipples.

The woman grabbed both our chains, one in each hand and said “now you ladies understand, right? If you make trouble, the other is going to pay the price.”

Lisa and I stared into each other’s eyes. I had to admit in my heart, my lovely lady looked so sexy tied in that chair, with her bra disheveled, wearing only panties and hose, and the chain on her nipples… if we were alone, I’d have a lot of fun trying to make her orgasm.

I think Lisa was having similar thoughts because I could see some lust in her eyes.

The woman must have seen the looks we were exchanging, she said “yes Ladies. That’s right, nothing bad is happening here today.”

The woman then repositioned herself so her knees were touching ours, so she could reach both of our bodies easily. She let go of our nipple chains she was holding, and reached her hand down and started rubbing both of our bellies. First the bare skin, then she moved her hands down rubbing our nylon covered panties, then farther down between our legs.

With our feet chained on the sides of the chairs, our legs weren’t spread wide, but wide enough. Her hand pushed tightly against my body, sliding downward, until I jumped a bit when she found my clit. Lisa had a similar reaction, that’s when she started rubbing us both furiously. I couldn’t help but moan, it did feel good and I was getting wet.

I found myself starting at Lisa’s face, watching as she reacted to what was being done to her body. The woman stopped for a moment, reaching behind Lisa again.

This time she pulled back a massage vibrator. She switched it on, and held it between my legs, pressing lightly against me. I started moaning, I couldn’t help it. She was sending tingles all through my body as she slowly probed my body. She kept tormenting me, making me whimper as she would push it lightly against my clit, then push it harder against me. She would alternate between a light teasing touch, and shoving that vibrating head hard against me. She continued to slide it up and down my pantyhose. By then, I was just moaning constantly, and getting Travesti bornnova even more turned on until I felt an orgasm growing inside me. As the waves overtook me, my body started convulsing against my restraints.

The woman then turned to Lisa, saying “You’re turn, my dear.”

Lisa made protesting noises and shook her head no, but the woman started teasing her with the vibrator anyway. It appeared she was using the same technique as she had just done to me but Lisa looked too frightened to be turned on. When the woman could see that wasn’t having the same effect, she held the vibrator against one of Lisa’s clamped nipples. Lisa let out a scream, and jumped.

I made a noise out of concern, and the woman then turned and looked at me. She reached out and unceremoniously pulled the nipple clamps off me. I let out a yelp, but it didn’t really hurt much, they weren’t clamped on tight. The after sensation of blood returning to my nipples was almost stinging.

She shoved the vibrator back against Lisa’s clit with one hand, but leaned over to me and started licking my now stinging nipple. After the clamp just getting pulled off, it felt electric and I started moaning again. My body instinctively started gyrating against my bonds again.

I was trying to watch Lisa, who was staring intently at me as the woman played with my nipples with her mouth. The woman wasn’t paying much attention to the vibrator she was shoving against Lisa’s clit, apparently my nipples were more interesting. But I could see in Lisa’s eyes, she was getting turned on now, maybe because of watching me react to the woman’s attention.

As the woman switched to my other nipple, I heard the sound of the vibrator change. I think she accidentally or maybe on purpose switched it to a higher setting. This caused Lisa to jump a little in her chair and she could no longer hold her body still.

Since the woman was licking my nipples, I could clearly see Lisa and her body, bound to the chair, bra shoved up out of the way, and the chain running to the nipple clamps. The chain was gently swaying as Lisa’s body was reacting to the attention. Lisa’s eyes were fixed on me however.

We continued to stare into each other’s eyes as our bodies were being teased by this woman. Suddenly the woman sat up and just yanked the nipple clamps off Lisa as she had done to me.

Lisa screamed into her gag and her body jumped and her body started convulsing like she was having an orgasm. Her moans were delightful to my ears, even though the predicament was absolutely bizarre. After her body finally calmed down, Lisa collapsed back against her chair. The woman turned off the vibrator, stood up and disappeared back into the dark, leaving us to calm down for a few minutes.

When she returned, she was carrying two leather collars with a chain holding them together. She first buckled it round my neck then pulled me to lean forward. She then forced Lisa to lean forward and buckled the other collar around her neck.

It was a painful position to be held in, seated in the chair and leaning so far forward, with our arms pulling up on our ankles. Luckily, the woman unlocked Lisa’s wrists from her ankles, then quickly locked her wrists behind her back but not before removing Lisa’s bra.

The woman then unlocked my wrists from my ankles and had us both stand up. I immediately threw my arms around Lisa and pulled her close to me. The woman laughed.

“Good girl! That is exactly what I wanted” and she locked my wrists behind Lisa’s back. She then unlocked Lisa’s wrists, and locked them behind my back. Our two bodies, tightly held together, tit’s pushing against each other, and of course we were kissing each other and tell each other we will be okay.

I stopped paying attention to what our captor was doing, my lady was in my arms and I no longer cared what else was going on. Lisa and I were both crying, our mascara smearing all over each other’s faces. We were both professing our love for each other, and telling each other we were going to be fine.

We pulled back and were staring in each other’s eyes when we realized the room had gone quiet. We looked around and noticed the chairs were gone, the cart was gone, the lady was gone. We were alone.

We stayed like that, locked to each other for about an hour when we heard a noise, and two maintenance men walked in and found us. They were able to free us and turn the rest of the lights on. It turned out, our hands weren’t really locked, they were just held by common metal clips but we couldn’t see them to undo them. And our clothes and purses we stacked neatly on the floor near us, we just couldn’t see it in the dim light before.

We quickly got dressed and stuffed the cuffs and gags into our purses and headed back to our room where we stayed, almost hiding for the next few days until the seminar.

Thankfully, we were able to do the seminar as planned, and didn’t have any more unusual events while we were there. But we were also never able to figure out who that woman was, or why she did it.

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Der Meister

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In dem Moment, in dem ich das Haus des Meisters betrete, beginne ich, mich auszuziehen. Ich beginne mit meiner Bluse, knöpfe sie vorsichtig auf, ziehe sie aus und falte sie ordentlich zusammen, dann stelle ich sie neben der Tür auf den Boden. Ein gutes Mädchen ist für den Meister immer nackt und ich weiß, dass ich ein gutes Mädchen sein möchte. Nach ein paar Augenblicken gesellen sich meine Hosen dazu, dann mein BH und mein Höschen.

Ich stellte meine Sandalen daneben — ich kleide mich nicht immer formell für den Meister, besonders nicht, wenn er mich nie anziehen sieht, aber ich machte mich gerade für einen Abend fertig, als ich Seine Nachricht bekam. Ich habe meine Pläne verschoben; Es wird mich ein wenig Geld kosten, meine Reservierungen so kurzfristig zu ändern, aber ich bin ein gutes Mädchen und ein gutes Mädchen ist immer für ihren Meister verfügbar.

Ich ziehe das Strippen zu Ende und überprüfe meine Arbeit. Der Kleiderhaufen ist ordentlich, ordentlich und präzise, genau so, wie er es will, aber ich nehme mir noch einen Moment Zeit, um mich zu vergewissern. Ich bereite mich auf den Meister vor und meine Kleider ordentlich zu falten ist ein Zeichen des Respekts für ihn.

Ich ziehe das Halsband aus meiner Handtasche und schnappe es mir mit fummelnden Fingern um meinen Hals. Meine Hände zittern, als ich den Riemen durch die Schnalle stecke. Ich bin immer nervös, wenn ich den Meister besuche — ich habe keine Angst vor ihm, aber ich habe immer Angst, ihn zu enttäuschen. Ich möchte sein Lob so sehr verdienen, dass ich es nicht einmal beschreiben kann. Ich lebe und sterbe von einem Wort, einem Blick, einer einzigen Liebkosung, die mich tiefer berührt als tausend Liebende. Ich weiß, es klingt bedürftig, sogar verzweifelt, wenn ich es in Worte fasse, aber das liegt nur daran, dass Worte nicht wirklich erfassen können, wie es sich anfühlt, ihm zu gehören. Ihm zu gehören. Ich ziehe das Halsband an und bleibe vor dem Spiegel stehen, um sicherzugehen, dass ich perfekt für Ihn aussehe. Ich bin immer nervös, aber dieses Mal noch mehr.

Diesmal liegt ein zweiter Kleiderhaufen neben mir. Ich weiß, dass der Meister andere Mädchen hat. Er hat nie ein Geheimnis daraus gemacht. Aber dies ist das erste Mal, dass er mich ruft, als einer von ihnen noch hier war. Ich erinnere mich — ich glaube, ich erinnere mich, dass ich darüber mit Ihm gesprochen habe, als ich zum ersten Mal zustimmte, mich von Ihm hypnotisieren und dominieren zu lassen. Ich weiß, dass ich ihm gesagt habe, dass ich hetero bin, und ich bin mir fast sicher, dass ich ihm gesagt habe, dass ich mich nicht in einem Dreier sehen könnte. Aber habe ich ihm gesagt, dass ich es nicht tun würde? Ich erinnere mich nicht mehr. Ich halte an der Tür zu Seinem Schlafzimmer an und knie nieder. Dann klopfe ich einmal und warte auf die Einreiseerlaubnis. Ich weiß nicht genau, wie lange er mich warten lässt; Die Rituale des Ausziehens und Anziehens des Kragens versetzen mich immer ein wenig in Trance, bevor ich überhaupt das Schlafzimmer betrete. Er braucht mich nicht mehr zu hypnotisieren; Ich bin so gut trainiert, dass mein Geist weich und glatt wird, nur weil ich Sein bin. Wenn ich so bin, verliere ich sehr leicht das Zeitgefühl und starre ausdruckslos auf die Tür, bis er nach mir ruft.

Diesmal fühlt es sich jedoch anders an. Normalerweise legt sich die Entspannung während des Wartens wie eine weiche Decke über mich und lässt mich fast vollkommen zufrieden, wenn er mir erlaubt, sein Schlafzimmer zu betreten. Der Rest der Welt fällt weg und alles, was ich bin, gehört ihm innerhalb dieser Mauern. Aber dieses Mal spüre ich, wie sich der Kern des Unbehagens unter der Decke windet. Ich mache mir Sorgen, Bornova travesti tief drinnen an einem Ort, den die Trance nicht berührt. Ich habe Angst, dass ich nicht tun kann, was er von mir will. Ich versuche mir einzureden, dass es in Ordnung ist, wenn ich nicht sein perfektes Mädchen sein kann.

Ich versuche mich daran zu erinnern, dass er mich nicht wirklich besitzt, dass dies alles nur eine Illusion ist, auf die wir uns geeinigt haben und dass ich meine Zustimmung jederzeit widerrufen kann, für Sex oder Hypnose oder so. Aber ich weiß, dass ich mich selbst belüge. Ich weiß, dass etwas tief in mir einen Meister braucht, dieses Gefühl der totalen Erfüllung, das nur dadurch entsteht, dass man von der Stimme der Autorität Lob gehört. Der Meister mag diese Verletzlichkeit in mir hervorgebracht haben, aber er hat sie nicht geschaffen.

Etwas in mir wollte schon immer ein gutes Mädchen sein. Ich höre Seine Stimme sagen: „Eintreten”, und meine Träumerei ist gebrochen. Ich öffne die Tür und erlaube ihr, weit zu schwingen, damit der Meister mich für Ihn auf meinen Knien sehen kann. Ich sehe sein Lächeln und ich zittere tief in meinem Inneren vor dem Wissen, dass ich ihn glücklich gemacht habe. Ich sehe die Frau neben ihm auf dem Bett und mein Atem stockt vor Angst. Auch sie kniet mit weit gespreizten Beinen, um ihre rasierte Muschi zu zeigen. Ihre Augen sind geschlossen und ihr Gesicht ist schlaff; sie ist eindeutig schon in tiefer Trance für Ihn. Ihr Haar ist kürzer als meins, kaum schulterlang und dunkler als meine mausbraunen Locken. Sie ist winzig, kaum 1,80 m groß und schlank, hat schmale Hüften und fast keine nennenswerten Brüste. Ich fühle mich gleich neben ihr groß und unbeholfen. Für einen Moment schäme ich mich für meinen Körper, aber dann höre ich die Stimme des Meisters in meinem Kopf, das Mantra, das er mir am ersten Tag unserer Begegnung eingeflößt hat. „Der Meister liebt dich, der Meister denkt, dass du schön bist, dein schöner Körper gefällt dem Meister. Der Meister liebt dich…” Ich kann stolz auf meinen Körper sein, wenn ich mich daran erinnere, dass er Meister erfreut, und ich weiß, dass der Meister möchte, dass ich stolz bin auf wen Ich bin es leichter zu gehorchen. Aber ich weiß immer noch nicht, ob ich das kann. Der Meister winkt mich vorwärts und ich krieche über die Zimmer zum Bett. Er macht eine weitere Geste, und ich klettere hinauf, um mich ihm anzuschließen. Ihnen.

„Gutes Mädchen”, sagt er. „Sklavin Tara, das ist Sklavin Gabrielle. Sie ist ein weiteres meiner Haustiere. Sklavin Gabrielle, du kannst jetzt deine Augen öffnen.” Die Augen der anderen Frau öffnen sich, aber sie bleiben glasig und unscharf. Ich wünschte, ich wäre so tief. Ich weiß, ich bin nicht wach, nicht wirklich; Ich bin in diesem Raum nie richtig wach. Die Konditionierung des Meisters hat sich so tief in meinem Kopf eingenistet, dass mich das bloße Zusammensein mit ihm hier drin in eine leichte Trance versetzt, die Art, die man fast nicht bemerkt, bis man daraus erwacht. Ich möchte jedoch, dass er mich tiefer führt. Ich möchte, dass er mich so tief nimmt, dass Ungehorsam nicht einmal ein Gedanke ist. Aber ich habe auch Angst danach zu fragen. Ich bin erstarrt am Rande des Widerstands, unsicher, was ich wollen soll, geschweige denn, was ich tun soll. “Ist sie nicht wunderschön, Gabrielle?” Meister fragt.

Gabrielles glasige Augen starren mich an und ihr Gesicht verzieht sich zu einem glückseligen Lächeln. „Ja, Meister”, flüstert sie. Ich kann nicht ganz glauben, dass sie die Wahrheit sagt — ich fühle mich nicht zu ihr hingezogen, aber wenn eine von uns in diesem Raum schön ist, dann sie. Aber sie ist so tief in Trance und Bornova travestileri ihr Lächeln ist so aufrichtig, dass ich es akzeptieren muss. Sie findet mich hübsch. Sie mag meinen Körper. Sie will mich. Das Wissen friert mich ein wie ein Reh im Scheinwerferlicht.

Meister lehnt sich zurück in die Kissen. Sein Schwanz ist hart und seine Finger streichen beim Sprechen träge über seine Länge.

„Es würde mich freuen, euch beide küssen zu sehen”, sagt er. Seine Augen funkeln vor Erregung. Ich spreche fast. Ich spüre, wie mir der Druck der Worte in die Kehle quillt, ich kämpfe darum, herauszukommen und zuzugeben, dass dies vielleicht zu viel für mich ist. Aber das wäre Ungehorsam. Ich kann nicht ungehorsam sein. Ich bin das gute Mädchen des Meisters. Aber ich kann mich auch nicht dazu bringen, zu gehorchen. Mein Körper wird sich nicht bewegen. Es ist wie ein Albtraum, buchstäblich wie ein wiederkehrender Albtraum, den ich hatte — der Meister befiehlt mir und ich kann mich nicht dazu bringen, zu gehorchen. Ich spüre, wie meine Wangen rot werden… Und dann beugt sich Gabrielle vor und küsst mich. Ihre Lippen sind weich, aber der Kuss ist hartnäckig und hält an. Sie legt ihre Arme um mich, zieht mich in eine Umarmung und ich spüre, wie sich meine Brüste an ihre pressen. Sie hält mich für eine gefühlte Ewigkeit und kratzt mit ihren Zähnen leicht an meiner Unterlippe, während sie mich hungrig küsst. Ich spüre, wie sich mein Körper in ihren entspannt und leicht nachgibt, aus Dankbarkeit dafür, dass sie mich geküsst hat. Dafür, dass du mir geholfen hast zu gehorchen.

„Gute Mädchen”, sagt Meister. Sein Schwanz tropft jetzt tatsächlich und eine Spur klarer Flüssigkeit tritt aus der Spitze aus. Ich möchte es so sehr schmecken, aber er hat heute Abend andere Dinge für uns.

„Liegt euch jetzt gegenseitig. Eure Körper sind wunderschön für mich… erkundet diese Schönheit.” Gabrielle fällt es leicht, das kann ich sagen. Sie lehnt sich tiefer in die Umarmung und ihre Hand gleitet nach unten, um mit leiser Leidenschaft die Kurve meines Arsches zu streicheln. Ich höre ihr Stöhnen in meinen Mund, während wir uns weiter küssen. Ich frage mich, wie lange sie darüber fantasiert hat, wie viele Nächte sie damit verbracht hat, sich selbst zu fingern, während sie sich vorstellte, wie sie unter dem hypnotischen Zauber des Meisters mit einer Frau schlafen würde.

Ich kann mir immer noch nicht ganz einreden, dass das Objekt ihrer Fantasien aussah wie ich, groß und schwer und rund, aber ich kann ihre offensichtliche Begeisterung für meinen Körper nicht leugnen. Ich versuche es so gut es geht zurückzugeben. Es ist nicht einfach; ihre Haut fühlt sich fremd an, zu weich und glatt unter meiner Berührung. Ich war schon immer sehr empfindlich auf Berührungen — zuerst dachte ich, ich mag es nicht, Menschen zu berühren, aber als ich meine ersten sexuellen Erfahrungen machte, wurde mir klar, dass ich es zu sehr verehrte, um es beiläufig zu behandeln. Gabrielle zu berühren ist nicht unangenehm, aber ihr Körper fühlt sich ablenkend anders an. Ich kann nicht loslassen und die Empfindungen genießen.

Aber ich bin ein braves Mädchen, also gehorche ich. Ich fahre mit meinen Händen über ihren Rücken, fahre mit meinen Fingernägeln die Kurve ihres Arsches nach (das ein scharfes Stöhnen aus ihr herausbekommt), streichle ihre Hüften und die glatte Länge ihres Oberschenkels. Sie liebt es, das kann ich sagen; die Luft ist dick vom Duft ihrer Erregung. Aber ich tue das nicht, um ihr zu gefallen. Ich tue dies, um dem Meister zu gefallen. Ich schaue ihn immer wieder aus den Augenwinkeln an und hoffe, dass er immer noch erregt ist, in der Hoffnung, dass Travesti bornnova er stolz auf mich ist. Er ist. Er ist völlig fixiert auf den Anblick, wie wir miteinander spielen und die Szene mit einer Intensität aufsaugen, die auch fast wie hypnotisiert ist. Er streichelt seinen Schwanz vorsichtig, als hätte er Angst, dass er kommen könnte, nur weil er uns zusieht. Er ist wunderschön. Sein Vergnügen nährt meine Erregung auf eine Weise, die Gabrielles Küsse niemals vermochten, und plötzlich merke ich, dass ich mit neuem Enthusiasmus zurück küsse.

Dann finden Gabrielles Finger meine Fotze und ich merke, wie erregt ich wirklich bin. Sie gleitet leicht in mich hinein, ihre Hand macht ein leises, flüssiges Geräusch, als sie in meinen klebrigen, warmen Schlitz gleitet, und ich fühle, wie mein Kopf bei dem schwindelerregenden Ansturm der Lust leicht sackt. Sie wimmert, ein winziges Wimmern am Halsansatz, das kaum die Intensität ihrer Gefühle andeutet, und dann beginnt sie, ihre Finger mit einer irrsinnigen Langsamkeit ein- und auszupumpen.

„Gutes Mädchen, Gabrielle”, sagt der Meister. Als ich es höre, bewegt sich meine Hand wie von selbst zwischen ihren Schenkeln. Ich kann nicht mehr klar denken; Ich fühle mich nicht wie in Trance , genau, aber die Gefühle in meiner Muschi haben den Nebel in meinem Gehirn so stark verdichtet, dass ich mehr instinktiv reagiere als alles andere. Und gerade jetzt sagt mir mein Instinkt, dass der Meister möchte, dass ich Gabrielle so fingerficke, wie sie mich fickt.

Ich berühre ihre Muschi und keuche, wie nass sie ist. Sie tropft praktisch auf meine Hand. Und dann bin ich in ihr und passe ihren Rhythmus Schlag für Schlag an, während wir uns gegenseitig masturbieren. Ich höre sie stöhnen, oder vielleicht höre ich mich selbst und denke nur, dass sie es ist, weil ich mich gerade nicht so gut fühlen soll. Ich soll das nicht genießen. Ich soll meine Titten nicht an ihren reiben und bei dem Gefühl, wie unsere Nippel aneinander kratzen, wimmern. Ich weiß, dass mein Widerstand gebrochen ist, aber ich kann mich nicht erinnern, warum ich jemals etwas widerstehen wollte, das sich so gut anfühlt.

„Gute Mädels”, wiederholt der Meister und singt es fast, während wir gleichzeitig nach Luft schnappen. “Gute Mädchen, gute Mädchen”, und ich weiß, dass es wahr ist. Ich bin ein braves Mädchen, des Meisters braves Mädchen, und wieder einmal zeigte mein Widerstand nur, wie vollkommen gehorsam ich wirklich bin. Ich streichle Gabrielles Kinn, küss ihre Kehle hinunter und schwelge in der perfekten erotischen Schönheit meiner eigenen Unterwerfung. Der Meister hat mich dazu gebracht. Der Meister hat mich dazu gebracht, das zu wollen. Ich habe meine Angst überwunden und bewiesen, dass ich wirklich Sein bin.

In der Sekunde, in der ich das merke, spüre ich, wie sich meine Muschi fest um Gabrielles Finger verkrampft, während ich abspritze. Danach ist es leicht zu gehorchen. Es ist einfach, Gabrielle auf ihren Rücken zu führen und mich an ihrem Körper entlang zu küssen, während ich ihre zierlichen Brüste mit Aufmerksamkeit beschenke, bevor ich mich endlich zu ihrer schönen Fotze vorarbeite. Es ist leicht, ihren Kitzler mit meiner Zunge und meinen Fingern anzubeten, da ich weiß, dass es der Wille des Meisters ist und ich ein braves Mädchen bin.

Der Widerstand ist jetzt ganz weg und ich kann ihren Geschmack auf meinen Lippen genießen und weiß, dass ich sie nach Meisters Willen liebe. Der Meister nimmt mich von hinten, während ich lecke, und zwingt mein Gesicht immer wieder in Gabrielles Muschi, während er in mich pumpt.

Ich fühle mich immer wieder kommen, verloren in seiner hypnotischen Kontrolle, während ich Gabrielle zu einem Orgasmus nach dem anderen bringe, und ich fühle mich mit jedem Stoß noch tiefer in die Kontrolle des Meisters versinken. Ich habe meine Angst ganz vergessen – ich existiere jetzt nur noch im Vergnügen. Ich bin ein gutes Mädchen. Und das ist alles, was ich jemals sein wollte.

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An Old Friend and a New One Ch. 02

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Maia Miranda stared at her ceiling. There were no tears to cry, but there was also no energy to get off the floor and lay on her bed. She knew the day was coming. She should have never thought she could actually have a relationship with Bailey Clark. She’d been in love with the girl her whole life, but Bailey had hated her until that should-have-been-fateful day that they came out of the closet to each other then talked for three hours instead of going to class after lunch. She had apologized for being horrible in elementary school, telling her she still acted out because she was in the closet, and Bailey admitting the same. Three hours of talking ended with arranging their first date. That should have been their perfect moment. Instead, it was the beginning of the end of a twelve-year chase.

But she should have known. Bailey never wanted to do anything more than kiss, not even over the shirt stuff, not even once they were both eighteen. She practically disappeared after she moved. Bailey was never for her. She was too perfect to be contained by any one woman. The time was now for Maia to give up.

Unless there was a way. College applications were already open. There might be a way.

* * *

Krista’s eyes flared and the post-orgasm high was gone. “What did you just say?” she asked.

“Did I ruin the mood?” Caroline still had the dreamy speech of someone who just had amazing sex.

“I mean, kind of. I mean, you just told me to take my daughter’s virginity.”

“I had to throw it out there. She’s attracted to you and won’t have sex with me, the best reason I can come up with is she wants her first time to be with her mom.”

“So she didn’t actually say that.”

“I mean, no, but she talks about you even more than that hot piece of ass we have for an English teacher.” Caroline rolled over and the two women looked up as they continued to talk.

“Sexually?”

“I mean, she’ll say you’re hot here and there, and you’re way hotter than Emma-T, but mostly normal.”

Krista rolled onto her side to look at Caroline. The girl’s beautiful face and fading lipstick were almost too much, she almost forgot the conversation and jumped her. But she held herself together and said, “Caroline, Bailey doesn’t want to have sex because she’s not ready. She’s not. She’s an adult but she doesn’t act like one. She whines and stresses and is really still a teenager.”

“That’s because she doesn’t know how to treat you like a woman instead of a mom. She’s mature in pretty much every way except how she talks to you and how she obsesses over homework for that teacher she won’t admit she likes.”

“You’re awful jealous for someone who just fucked her girlfriend’s mom.”

“She’s the one who won’t admit it. She says she wants me to get sex and she knows I think you’re hot.”

“But not that we’re fucking?”

A big smile came over Caroline’s face. “Present tense? I haven’t ruined everything?”

“I can’t pretend. I’m sitting here looking at you, and the only urge stronger than to start fucking you right now is the instinct to defend my daughter.”

“So what are you doing around 3:09 tomorrow?”

“3:09?”

“I figure that’s how fast I can get to your house if I run to my car and run all the lights.”

“I’m extremely busy if you don’t tell me whether my daughter knows about us.”

“I haven’t told her.”

“3:15. Don’t hurt yourself, and tell my daughter.”

“God, you are hot. Kiss before you leave?”

“You’re not going to treat me like a lady and walk me down?” Krista asked as she started to get up.

“I told you, I don’t know how booty calls work,” Caroline answered as she sat up to watch Krista get dressed.

“Well get that hot naked body out from under those covers and walk me down.”

Caroline smiled and pulled herself out of bed, then grabbed a robe from behind her closet door. “Pink?” Krista asked.

“I aim to surprise.”

“Well if you were to greet me in a robe that short, I might just fuck you on the stone of your foyer,” Krista said as they left the room.

“I love how now that I’ve taken you to bed, you can’t stop saying ‘fuck.'”

“What can I say, I liked when you talked dirty to me.”

“Yeah you did,” Caroline said, slipping her hand into Krista’s as they walked down the last few steps.

“Almost as much as I like seeing you in that short and slinky robe.”

“Almost?”

Krista put her arms around Caroline as they reached the door and looked into her eyes. “Dirty words are dirty words, but your body is irresistible.”

“I like that,” Caroline said, and their lips met. Their tongues explored each other and Krista’s gave a few hard thrusts as if to promise more oral sex the next day. Caroline broke the kiss and quietly said, “Perfect timing, that’s the garage door.”

Krista could barely hear, but she trusted the girl. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said, and gave Caroline a last peck on the lips. She walked out and immediately wiped off Caroline’s lipstick. She regretted that Konak Travestileri immediately: the lipstick was a badge of the best sex she’d ever had, and she wanted to at least see herself in a mirror, if not leave the lipstick in place. But the risk of forgetting and Bailey noticing was too high. Even though Caroline acted like Bailey wouldn’t mind, she didn’t want her daughter to find out this way.

In the morning, Krista finally realized just how depraved this all was. All she wanted was to hear from Caroline, and as that feeling overwhelmed her, she realized that Emily might be thinking the same thing. So here she was, ignoring her once-best friend after they had sex for the first time, desperate for her daughter’s girlfriend, and all of this while married to someone else. She even asked herself if she was cheating on Emily since they had been together first, or perhaps she was cheating on Caroline because they had fooled around first. But she had kissed Emily first.

She went for a run to stop the circular thinking. She knew what she really wanted, and that was to have Caroline again. In fact, the only question that caused her to have any real emotion was when she asked herself if she might be cheating on Caroline. Regardless, she needed to reach out to Emily. She was still her friend, even if she knew who should be her lover.

She texted Emily after her run to say sorry that she had been busy and that they should talk after tennis practice. She didn’t sweat the reply and instead decided to go shopping because none of her skirts were worthy of being worn for Caroline. By which she meant they were too long. She had a few short dresses, but Caroline had seen the checkered one and the others were sundresses, more fun than sexy. Krista bought herself a small arsenal of four miniskirts: skin-tight blue, skin-tight plaid pink, finely pleated black, and flimsy and floral. Then she went to get her nails done, not only to make sure her hands and feet were soft and smooth for her afternoon rendezvous, but also to give herself black toenails a la Caroline. She chose the glossy black instead of the matte Caroline wore to make them stand out, then on her fingernails did a blue French tip.

Running, shopping, and a pedicure should have taken enough of the day, but Krista still found herself at home bubbling with anticipation for Caroline’s arrival. She found herself changing several times as she debated her outfit for the afternoon, and even wondered if she should go out again to find sexier tops. Eventually she settled on the floral skirt and for her top a tight white shirt with a square neckline to show a little bit of cleavage. Bare feet, wearing shoes in her own house was silly. She couldn’t remember unpacking that shirt or even buying it, but the outfit seemed right for the occasion.

Caroline rang the doorbell and Krista had to force herself to put one foot in front of the other to avoid freezing with excitement. “Wow, you look hot,” Caroline said when Krista opened the door.

“Holy shit, not compared to you,” Krista uttered, using all her energy to avoid fainting. Caroline’s top, solid black over her chest with lace sleeves, exposed her midriff and seemed to caress her breasts. Under her normal motorcycle boots, a pair of thigh-high stockings ran up her leg and stopped several inches below her skin-tight skirt to expose a bit of thigh. Krista had bought several miniskirts that day, but Caroline’s was a micro-skirt. The black lipstick was of course impeccable and she wore her long, jet black hair in a ponytail.

Caroline let herself in and touched Krista’s jaw. “I like the black nail polish,” she said.

“In your honor,” Krista cooed as she began to relax. Caroline interlaced her fingers around the back of Krista’s neck.

Krista felt them pulled together and her lips and tongue meshing with Caroline’s. She had never kissed like this, the warmth, the tingling, the absolutely immersive feeling of contact with someone she was passionately enchanted with. They broke after close to a minute, long before Krista was ready. “And the blue in honor of Bailey?” Caroline asked.

Krista had completely forgotten blue was her daughter’s favorite color. She just thought the look was pretty, both edgy and muted. She continued to hold Caroline, one hand on her bare back just above the skirt, and the other on the fabric of the small top. “Are you trying to ruin this?” she asked.

“No, I’m just curious. Not every day you see blue tips.”

“I just thought they were pretty,” Krista said, dragging the nails across her young lover’s exposed back.

“Mmm, you certainly know how to use them,” Caroline purred.

“Can I confess something?”

“Please.”

“I’m afraid I’ll scratch you with them.”

“No, what you’re doing now feels so good.”

“I don’t mean that, I mean…” Krista let her voice tail off.

“When you’re inside me?” Caroline asked.

“Yes.”

“You’re so cute.”

“Why?”

“You’re still so shy even though Konak Travesti you know I’ll let you fuck my brains out.”

“God I want that.”

“Then let’s go,” Caroline said, breaking their embrace and taking Krista’s hand.

Krista followed her young lover through her house, up to her own bedroom. A small purse swung at her side; Krista wondered why Caroline would leave her school bag but bring in a purse. Then she thought that the purse was a strange thing to think about as she let this teenager lead her to commit adultery in her own marriage bed. The journey was almost surreal.

“This is quite a room,” Caroline said. “I’ve always wondered what was in here.”

The girl let go of Krista’s hand and gave herself a tour. Krista sat on the side of her bed, crossing her right leg over her left as she watched Caroline explore her closet and bathroom. “Geez,” Caroline said with wonderment. “This en suite is amazing. I love walking through this big-ass closet to get to this bigger bathroom.”

“Good to know the only woman I’ve ever been attracted to is more attracted to my bathroom than me.”

“Don’t be silly, sexy,” Caroline assured her while looking into the vanity mirror and opening her purse. “Just want to fix my lipstick before I see what’s under that hot little skirt.”

“Your lipstick is amazing when it’s perfect, but it’s such a turn-on when it starts to rub off.”

Caroline kept quiet as she re-applied her lipstick then touched up her liner. Krista just watched lasciviously. Then Caroline turned and said, “Well today I want my lips to be a perfect black when they touch your perfect pink pussy lips.” She kicked off her boots and walked toward Krista in her stocking-clad feet.

“God you’re hot,” Krista hissed as she slid her right leg down. “But I thought you needed your hair down when you wore the black.”

Caroline arrived at the bed and put her hands on the bed on either side of Krista. “So did I, but when I saw myself in the mirror, I thought you would want to see my vulnerable young neck before you fucked me.”

Krista reached up and touched her lover’s nape. “You are fucking sexy,” she said. “I want to kiss you so bad.”

“First I need to taste your juices again. Bet no one’s made you cum without kissing you.”

“Fuck, I almost came when I saw your crop top.”

Caroline slowly knelt and put her hands on Krista’s thighs to pull them apart. “Then let me finish the job.”

Krista opened her legs and watched Caroline run her hands up the new skirt to the waist of her satin panties. She lifted herself as Caroline pulled them down then laid back to receive her release. Caroline immediately sucked hard on her pulsing clit, sending a shockwave up Krista’s body that was released with a loud scream. Caroline’s tongue was flicking back and forth across Krista’s engorged bean, and with scream after scream, Krista’s climax was approaching fast. She wanted to hold back, savor the amazing oral for as long as possible, but with her uncontrolled banshee cries, there was no way to stop the impending orgasm. Her muscles quivered then quaked, then she felt herself bouncing into Caroline’s mouth and holding the girl’s ponytail for to make sure the expert tongue work didn’t stop. And finally Krista, completely satisfied, went completely limp and moaned to Caroline, “Oh God, please stop, too sensitive.” She laid still with her eyes closed.

Caroline lifted her head and said, “Fuck, that was fast. You weren’t kidding.”

“I’ve never finished that fast,” Krista gasped. “Not even close.”

“Ever had multiples?” Caroline asked.

Krista felt a finger penetrating her. Her mouth opened and she sucked in air. “No,” she panted. “I rarely have one.”

“Let’s fix that,” Caroline said, rubbing her finger over Krista’s G-spot.

Krista groaned and Caroline slipped another finger in and started slowly pumping. Each moan from Krista increased in intensity, and with each volume increase from Krista, Caroline increased her speed. Soon Caroline’s arm was on rapid fire and Krista’s moan’s had become loud chirps of unbounded pleasure. And then she was cumming again, the chirps became long cries as the teenager fingerfucked her to completion.

Krista moaned in longing when she felt Caroline’s fingers pull out of her. The bed swayed as Caroline crawled up toward her. “Another fast one,” Krista muttered.

“That’s the definition of multiples,” Caroline reminded her. “Enough energy to give me a turn?”

“It’s all I have energy for.”

Krista opened her eyes to see a stocking cross over her face, and then the tight young pussy lowering toward her. “No panties?” Krista asked.

As if to answer, Caroline pushed her womanhood onto Krista’s lips. Krista moved her lips as if giving her lover’s vagina an open-mouthed kiss, and Caroline moaned to show the pleasure of her release. “You like that?” Caroline then asked. “You like that I didn’t have panties under my super short skirt?” She didn’t let Krista answer, instead Travesti konak continuing to ride the older woman’s face. “Just think, all day, any perv at my school could have glimpsed this pussy. But only you get to taste it.” Krista’s tongue snaked into Caroline’s tunnel as she worked the clit with her lips. Caroline moaned a several more times then continued her fantasy. “I wish you were there,” she groaned. “I could whisper to you I wasn’t wearing panties… you would find me at my locker… just slip a finger inside ah ahhh AHH!” and Caroline screamed through a massive orgasm that filled Krista’s mouth with the same delicious syrup she had tasted for the first time the night before.

Caroline flopped over onto the head of the bed, panting “My God, oh my God,” with each pair of breaths. Krista pulled herself up and straddled her young lover’s waist. “You can’t cum like that and not let me get off again,” Krista softly told the girl while rocking back and forth.

“Fuck,” Caroline moaned. “You can’t make me cum like that and think I can do anything.”

Krista bent over and kissed the perfect black lips. They kissed passionately, though both tongues were too tired for a true French. Krista started to pull off Caroline’s shirt while whispering, “I love how this top shows your perfect flat tummy.”

“I wore the sexiest clothes I had for you,” Caroline whispered back, her top now off and her bra being undone.

Krista kissed under Caroline’s ear then asked, “Did you go naked under your skirt all day or take them off in the car?”

“I think it’s best you not know,” Caroline cooed.

Then she pushed Krista up to make her roll over. She straddled Krista’s thigh and began pulling Krista’s t-shirt off. “I love fucking with all our clothes on,” she told Krista as she pulled the shirt all the way off. Then giving the older woman a quick kiss, she continued, “but I love your naked body and I think you’ll like seeing me in just my thigh-highs.”

Krista pulled off her own bra as she watched Caroline’s full breasts sway free above her. The girl stood off the bed and dropped her skirt. Krista took the hint and pulled off her own, all the while still transfixed on the girl’s hard pink nipples. The two were now completely nude except for Caroline’s nylons. “Ugh your pussy is perfect,” Caroline grunted as she climbed back between Krista’s legs.

“Your whole fucking body’s perfect,” Krista replied.

Caroline put a finger inside Krista and said, “You are so damn slippery right now.”

Krista let out a sigh of comfort but said, “That feels nice but you’ve got me so worked up I’m gonna need more.”

Then she felt her walls being stretched before Caroline’s motions got stronger. “How’s this?” the girl asked.

“Fuck, that’s good.”

“Spread your legs wider and I can get a fourth in.”

Krista did as she was told but groaned in a mix of pleasure and pain when she felt herself stretched wider. She’d never had anything so large enter her. Caroline seemed disinterested in the confused discomfort, saying, “You’ve pushed a kid out, I bet I could get my wrist in there.”

Krista moaned then said, “That’s so hot but it hurts.”

“Pain can feel good. But I need to get off too.”

Caroline started to shift and pulled out two of her fingers. Krista realized what she was doing and hissed, “Yes,” then panted a few breaths and said, “I couldn’t stop thinking about our 69 either.”

“I thought about it every time I masturbated last night.”

“Fuck,” Krista groaned, and then the girl’s labia was at her lips for the taking. Each woman clamped on to the other, lips parting labia, tongues flicking clitorises, and Caroline’s fingers massaging Krista’s G-spot. The moans into each other’s sex organs accentuated the passion of two soft female bodies entwined in a release of their raw lust. The pleasure rising within Krista’s body was both a comforting warmth and a desperate need for another orgasm. Her legs were shaking, her vagina was tingling, and she knew her payoff was coming soon. She almost felt a sense of loss when Caroline lifted her head and gasped, “Put a finger in my ass!”

Caroline immediately put her lips back on Krista’s sex, and Krista’s left hand obeyed. Her middle finger penetrated Caroline’s anus and she felt herself moan at the feeling as she heard Caroline scream into her vulva. A thought rushed through her mind: I’ve always refused butt stuff, I’ve saved the joys of anal for this perfect creature. And then she felt Caroline bucking, and anxiously anticipated the exquisite flood of the girl’s thick womancum. Just with the anticipation, she felt her vaginal walls pulsing onto Caroline’s fingers and both women were cumming, screaming into each other’s bodies, Krista coating Caroline’s delicate fingers and Caroline filling Krista’s mouth with juice.

“Fuck!” Caroline exhaled as she flipped over and off of Krista. The women took a few deep breaths before Caroline pulled herself up to nuzzle into Krista’s arm. Krista was enjoying the blissful afterglow, but after a few more minutes of silence except for their breath, all she could bring herself to say was, “I’ve never done anything anal.”

“I have,” Caroline answered. “I was just feeling so good that I knew you popping my pucker would just complete me.”

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Weekend Bully Pt. 04

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Authors note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Weekend Bully: Part Four

Chapter One:

The all-night sex session organised by her pimp, Jermaine, had caused Cadey to re-evaluate her decision to quit. The ‘conditioning’ of her body and mind by two pairs of well-endowed black men had resulted in her becoming far more amenable to a long-term role as Jermaine’s ‘Shore Whore’.

Her biggest issues, previous to that session, had been not wanting to turn out like her mother, a home wrecker in Cadey’s young eyes, and her aversion to having anything to do with the man who took so much pleasure from bullying her father. Now Cadey’s only real concern about her summer job was her father finding out about it.

Since Mark, her father, worked Friday and Saturday nights over the weekend and then slept through most of the days it was during this time that she would meet clients. She found herself having to invent fictional parties and events to cover her absence’s from the house and her own tiredness afterwards. Thankfully her father never questioned her truthfulness, he was just glad to see her out and having fun. The closest she came to being caught had been that morning when the two contractors she’d dubbed Cash and Priest had driven her back to Jermaine’s, right next door to her own house. She’d come within minutes of being seen by her father entering the home of his ‘weekend bully’. Cadey had been so out of it from exhaustion, she hadn’t even realised the narrowness of her escape.

For the next few weekends of the summer, she went along with all of Jermaine’s instructions. Meeting clients at their homes in the evening, returning to her own bed in the small hours of the morning. To ensure she didn’t return to doubting her new role, Jermaine ensured that she ended up in his own bed at least once every weekend. The sixty-year-old black man possessed the body and stamina of a man decades younger. Added to this, he seemed to draw on his dislike for Cadey’s father, using that negative emotion to fuel his natural aggression. The result being that he dominated the eighteen-year-old sexually, tying her to his will through rough passionate fucking and mind shattering orgasms. If Cadey could be said to be an addict, Jermaine occupied the role of her pusher.

One extra regret, on top of so many regarding her father she was carrying and burying deep inside, was that her new weekend activities meant she wasn’t seeing as much of her two closest friends as she’d like. In High School, Khloe, Cadey and Melissa had been pretty much inseparable. From soccer camps, sleep overs and French tuition, where one was found, there the other two were as well. None of the girls were naïve enough to believe that things would remain the same indefinitely; Cadey was going to the city college in the fall, Melissa hadn’t managed to get accepted so she was doing a year at a community college before reapplying the following year. Khloe didn’t have the same ambitions as her friends. While Cadey and Melissa dreamed of leaving their small town behind, Khloe was satisfied to stay. Her father owned a hardware store, a launderette and a couple of other businesses in the town, Khloe, as the only child, knew she’d take them over one day and that was enough ambition for her.

Both Khloe and Melissa had summer jobs, Khloe at the hardware store, Melissa at her mother’s salon, which kept them both busy during the week. They’d counted on hanging with Cadey on the weekends, enjoying their last summer together. Now that Cadey always seemed busy, that dream seemed over. Khloe had been fairly phlegmatic about it, reasoning that their friendship was going to change at the summers end anyway and that it had just happened sooner is all. Melissa was less rational however. She’d been jealous of Cadey getting the chance to leave before her, always seeing herself as first among equals in their group. Now the paper-thin excuses that Cadey kept coming up with, weekend after weekend, had become insulting in her eyes. Melissa hadn’t wanted to call bullshit on them, not without proof, but she indulged in some serious eye rolling each time Cadey begged off from hanging out together.

Cadey wasn’t indifferent to Melissa’s mood and she didn’t like the fact that she was letting down her two closest friends in this way.

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She sat on the curb outside her house, keeping tabs on cars driving by on the street. It was a Friday, just gone noon, and another spectacular sunny day by the shore. Cadey was just wearing a bikini top and a pair of shorts, leaning back to soak in the sun as she waited. The road surface had heated up and being barefoot meant the few times she’d gotten up to stretch, she’d had to perform a shuffling dance on the Bornova travesti too warm asphalt.

It was too early for her father to come home, that would be hours still. Her two friends were at their own summer jobs as well. Which meant Cadey could only be waiting on one person.

She’d texted Jermaine, on the ‘business’ phone he’d given her, that morning.

‘Can we talk’ she’d sent.

‘There soon, talk then’ he’d answered.

Soon to Cadey’s mind would have been maybe ten minutes, but apparently Jermaine had other ideas regarding time and over an hour passed with no sign of him. Ten minutes for a waiting teenager feels like an hour. Seventy-three minutes feels like eternity… times two.

“Oh my god” she groaned in frustration, pulling out her own phone and scrolling through Insta as a way of passing the time. Cadey had barely begun when the crunch of tyres on some loose stones made her look up, Jermaine’s big hybrid SUV ghosting towards her. She got to her feet, following him down his driveway, waiting till the big black man got out.

“Hey” Jermaine greeted her, opening the rear door to retrieve a small suitcase.

“Hey, can we talk? Just for a second?”

“Uh-huh, when I’m in and settled. I know you want to talk, you already told me. Now wait till I’m ready” he answered.

She bit back her normal response, to deliver a caustic reply. Cadey wanted Jermaine in a good mood when she asked her favor of him, smart assed replies wasn’t going to get her anywhere with him, she’d learned that lesson.

Impatiently, but silently, she dawdled beside him as he moved painfully slowly towards his house with his bag. Stopping twice to randomly pat himself down as if looking for something. Cadey knew it was all an act, done to elicit a response from her but she wasn’t going to rise to the bait. At least she hoped she wasn’t, though the speed which he looked through his bunch of keys for one to open the front door set her teeth to itching with frustration. There were four keys to choose from and he still took a minute to ‘find’ the right one. Door open, bag placed in the hallway, Jermaine walked back to his car to release his dog, Lex. Cadey had seen him just use a button on his fob to open the rear of the SUV before this, so again he was just stalling to annoy her. Damn but he took such pleasure from pissing people off.

That was the reason her father disliked Jermaine so much, the snide remarks, shitty behavior like loud music, the dog crapping in her father’s back garden… Jermaine pissing over the fence into her father’s back garden. Cadey had wanted Jermaine to ease up and he’d refused. Not only that but he had put it to her that any change in his behavior might be suspicious to her father. Playing on her paranoia like that, he’d actually gotten her to validate his continued bullying of her own father!

Dog in, bag in, Jermaine finally stepped into his home, Cadey following.

“So what’s up? Must be something important to you, first time you’ve ever been sat outside my house like that” Jermaine said. “Course, I could get to like that kinda devotion” he added with a half sneer.

“This weekend, I need it off. You see my friends and I; we’d made these plans to spend the summer together. Anyway, that hasn’t been happening, but I thought this weekend I’d make it up to them and…” Cadey began her prepared plea.

“Lemme stop you right there,” Jermaine said cutting across her. “Leave aside you owe me. Discount the fact you love gettin’ your slut on. Forget even that you makin’ serious money doin’ a fuckin’ easy job.”

Well, the first bit was a lie, she didn’t owe him so much as she was being coerced by him. For the second part, okay fine, that was true enough. As to the last, the money. Well, Cadey had enough saved now between her ‘wage’ from Jermaine and the generous tips from the wealthy clients that made her town their home of a weekend, to not have to worry about making ends meet in college come the fall.

“Forget all that,” Jermaine continued, “your weak assed Daddy manages to hold down two jobs, and he’s a fucking loser. You tellin’ me you can’t manage to keep working one job? A weekend job? There’s such a thing as havin’ a strong work ethic, you never hear that?”

“For fuck sake,” Cadey blurted in irritation, “I’m only asking for this weekend off is all.”

Jermaine didn’t reply but his face spoke volumes. He turned away from her, going into the kitchen. Behind him, the sound of Lex’s paws and Cadey’s bare feet as both padded after him. Jermaine filled up his Rottweiler’s water bowl, filling the bowl beside it with dog food. As soon as the big black man straightened up, Lex was snout first in his food, wolfing it down.

Cadey wanted to push Jermaine on this, but she had to admit, the spasm of anger that had contorted his face in reaction to her small outburst had frightened her. There were moments when she’d forget who, what, this old Bornova travestileri black man really was. She knew enough that being a pimp, holding the influence he had on law enforcement members and who knew who else, didn’t happen because he was the nicest guy on the block. He was an asshole first and foremost. A bully as well, unerring in his ability to spot those weaker than himself. However, to be a pimp, for as long and successfully as he had managed meant he had to be both ruthless and dangerous as well. She’d seen the asshole side of him, her father and to a certain extent herself had seen the bully part. Cadey had only had a glimpse of his ruthlessness through his blackmailing of her and then the manner in which he’d arranged her ‘conditioning’. She had no desire to see his dangerous side.

He seemed mollified, somewhat, by her submissive silence. Not smiling but not glowering either. Wordlessly he passed her by, heading upstairs, Cadey paused a heartbeat before following.

She caught him up in his bedroom, the big man stripping down as she entered. As always, the sight of his big black cock got her heart racing and her pussy lubricating itself. Even flaccid as it was now, she could barely take her eyes off it.

“Please, please can I cut back a little on clients. My friends are getting suspicious I think. Also I need time with them… you know, to relax.”

Jermaine, sat on the edge of the bed, pulling off his socks. He rolled each one up, taking aim at the laundry basket in the corner of the room before sending each sock sailing through the air to drop into the center of the basket.

“Strip,” he said, not bothering to say more than that. Cadey already pushing her shorts off as he headed to the ensuite.

Jermaine was in the shower, the spray from it already sending plumes of steam into the tiled confines of the ensuite bathroom. Cadey slid the glass door open, stepping inside. He was hunched over, his back to her, letting the soothing spray ease his back. She spotted some shower gel on a shelf, putting a generous dollop into her cupped hand. Cadey then set about washing Jermaine’s back as he rolled his shoulders and neck, easing old, tired muscles that had become stiff from his car journey.

She set her hands to kneading and massaging him, cleaning his skin before attending to the muscles beneath. There were some low grunts that she could scarcely hear over the hiss of the shower. Jermaine might not have looked sixty, but time was still taking its toll on him as it would any other, his body stiffening up on a journey where before it wouldn’t have bothered him. After a short while, she’d moved from his shoulders, all the way down to the small of his back, pushing her fist into the base of his spine as he leaned back into it.

Cadey hoped she’d bought herself some goodwill by her actions, earned herself some points on the board. She had forgotten, or at least miscalculated, the measure of the man she was dealing with. Jermaine turned around in the shower, Cadey’s eyes dropping to his crotch as they always did, a reflex at this point. It seemed that as she’d loosened one part of his body, another part had hardened. Her pimp’s big black cock jutting out stiff and proud, beads of water running across it as it bobbed in place.

He turned her around, hands on her back, Cadey shivering at his touch that was a polar opposite to the gentle massaging one she had used on him. Her hands gripped onto a low shelf at her end of the shower unit, fingers knocking bottles of shampoo’s, conditioners and shower gel aside as they scrambled for room. Jermaine had a hand on her stomach as she bent forward onto it, her pert little ass jutting out as she leaned forward, forehead resting on forearms.

The big black cock pushed into her. It didn’t matter how many times she’d had a thick dark dick moving into her, it didn’t seem to make a difference the number of times this particular one had entered her body, it always felt new. Her body always seemed to see-saw between reluctance to allow it admittance into her young tight hole and eagerness to have it stretching her pussy in delicious pleasure.

Jermaine set to fucking her, slamming in fast and deep. She could tell he was out to prove a point, to set an example as much as he was looking for pleasure for himself. Her own pleasure was a happy by product of his own needs. That she came, hard and often, made his control over her all the more secure. But if push came to shove, it would always be about him.

“Uhhh, Uhhh, UUUHHH” Cadey moaned. She hadn’t had a cock since early Sunday morning. One hundred and thirty-one hours of enforced abstinence. Somehow it felt longer. His right arm curled around her throat, the crook of his elbow tightening about her slender neck as he leaned into her, grinding his cock deep.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh” she gasped as her pussy responded to the grinding, burrowing sensation of thick black Travesti bornnova cock tunneling into her little body.

“Who am I?” Jermaine said, slowing down a little. He craned his neck around to look at Cadey’s face. Her eyes were shut tight, facial muscles tensed as she strained under the pleasure making strokes of his cock.

“What’s my name?” This time Jermaine flexed his arm so that it clasped tighter about her neck. Cadey’s eye’s fluttered open. This was a game he liked to play. One that disturbed and excited her in equal measures.

“Daddy, my Black Daddy,” Cadey moaned, unable, unwilling to deny him his little victory. It was always like this it seemed. She tried to stand up to his bullying tactics and somehow he always made her back down.

“Good girl, I like my girl’s knowin’ their place and who takes care of them when they do. Now your Daddy is gonna make you feel real good jes the way you like it,” Jermaine said arrogantly.

Her knuckles whitened as she held on for dear life, Jermaine switching into long, deep strokes. His cock would pull almost all the way out while her pussy seized onto it in an uneven tug of war. Just as the head was on the verge of popping out, he’d slam it back it, only her straining arms stopping her from being flung into the shower wall. Over and over, stroke after stroke. His cock dipping deep into the ocean that was her pussy, each pull of his dark shafted oar carrying the two of them closer to shore, closer to climax.

“Urrrrgghhh-holy shit, uhhh, so good” she bleated, her orgasm building up inside her, a reactor about to go nuclear.

“Tell me again how you want to take time off from this,” he growled in her ear, his breath on her skin as he leaned in close.

Cadey couldn’t tell him, not while she was screaming in orgasm, not while the big black cock of this bad black man was buried so deep inside her.

Chapter Two:

Saturday morning. Cadey was up and about early. She had slept in every morning last weekend and in doing so had missed out on greeting her dad home from work. Not this morning. Jermaine had fucked her like a man possessed in the shower, only letting up when he felt sure he’d wrung enough orgasms from her petite white body, putting any notions of a weekend off out of her mind. Cadey had gotten home in time before her dad had finished his day job, greeting him and sending him off for a few hours sleep in the same breath.

She’d had no client that Friday night but Khloe and Melissa had unfortunately had their own plans that night, something on with their respective families. That was why it was the Saturday night when they wanted to meet up with Cadey.

Once she’d had her own breakfast and changed, Cadey snuck over to her father’s room. She opened his bedroom door just wide enough to poke her head through and looked over at the sleeping form of her dad. He was lying on top of the covers, limbs akimbo and still partially dressed. Concern for him washed through her at that moment, knowing he’d collapsed into an exhausted sleep, driving himself to these lengths in order to provide for her and to help her have a better future. The lies she’d been telling him hurt, especially looking at him now, so vulnerable in his sleep. Although Cadey had no wish to share this dark secret double life she was leading with him, the fact that she couldn’t confide in her dad was a source of pain as well. She’d always gone to him with her problems and now she was smack dab in the middle of the most complicated issue in her young life and she couldn’t go to him for solace or advice.

Satisfied he was fast asleep, Cadey pulled on her sneakers and headed next door. She hoped that after yesterday, Jermaine might be feeling a bit more magnanimous and would reconsider his position on her having the night off.

Cadey rang the doorbell, waiting for a couple of minutes with no joy. She skirted around the outside of the house, peering in through windows. Through the big bay windows that looked into the dining room, she could see the long table with the six chairs surrounding it that took up most of that end of the room. No sign of Jermaine though. She peered through the kitchen windows, could see everything right down to the dog’s bowls on the floor, but there was no sign of life. Since there seemed to be no sign of Lex either, Cadey guessed that Jermaine had taken the dog for a walk. She headed towards Main Street, hoping to catch up with them there.

It was after nine am by the time Cadey made it to the main throughfare that ran through the shore side town. There was already a hustle about the town, the influx of weekend residents and the good weather meaning there were plenty of people about. There was a small park area, just a green patch with a clump of trees at the center, at the midpoint to the street. The benches there offering rest for those who needed it, shade as well beneath the canopy of leafy branches. Standing at the edge of the park was Jermaine, stooped over as he collected Lex’s morning offering from the ground.

She headed over to him, reaching him just as he was depositing the bag of dog shit into a nearby trash can marked for that purpose.

“Hey” she called out when she was a few paces away.

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Ich küsste Helena geil und leckte ihr über den Hals und das Gesicht …schmeckte das Negersperma und die salzige Pisse.

Sie sah Mustafa geil dabei an und zeigte ihm ihre rotgefickte Möse….sie fickte ihn sicher bevor sie sich von ihrem Mann auslecken ließ

Ich stieg aus und stöckelte die Einfahrt hoch …spürte das warme Sperma aus meiner Fotze rinnen das an meinen Schenkeln antrocknete.

Im Haus war Licht

Mein Mann stand am Panoramafenster….er trug einen kurzen Ledermini unter dem der stählene Cockcage hervorblitzte…Strumpfhosen und High heels…eine Spezialanfertigung in Gr. 45…und seine Blonde Perücke… er war stark geschminkt….mein geiler Transencuckold

Ich betrat das Haus und gab meine Nerzjäckchen unserem devoten thailändischen Dienstmädchen Ana….sie hieß eigentlich Anayamane Rattaporn…. aber ich fand Ana passender und einfacher

Sie trug bereits die schwarze Latexmaske und ihr Dienstmädchenkleid…speziell gekürzt sodass ihr Keuschheitsgürtel zu sehen war

Sie nickte devot und schaute neidvoll auf die Spermaschlieren an meinem Kleid

“Komm gleich in den Salon…ich brauche dich” sagte ich streng zu ihr und gab ihr eine feste Ohrfeige …sie stöhnte auf und stöckelte schnell in die Garderobe

Ich stöckelte in den Salon wo mein Cuckold bereits auf Knien wartet

Lustvoll und neckisch ließ ich mein Kleid nach oben rutschen…

“Mach dein Maul auf du Drecksau…” stöhnte ich

Er wimmerte geil …zog leicht an seinen Warzenklammern

“Wie viele Neger waren es…” fragte er stöhnend

Geil öffnete er sein Maul

Ich lächelte geil und spreitzte meine Beine auf …zog an den Ringen meine Fotzenlappen auseinander…

“Vier….seufzte ich….vier junge muskulöse BBC Böcke…”

Sofort gulpte ein Spermaschub aus meinem geweiteten Fickschlauch und mein Mann leckte gierig den warmen Saft….ich genoss stöhnend seine flinke Zunge

Ana stand neben mir und betrachte devot meinen Mann

“Los….leck mein Arschloch befahl ich ihr”

Sofort ging sie in die Knie…spreitzte meine festen Arschbacken auseinander und schon spürte ich ihre warme Zunge in mein Arschloch eindringen

ich stöhnte geil…war kurz vor dem kommen als ich meine Mutter im Eingang des Salons sah….sie hatte ihren Chanelrock hochgeschoben und rieb sich ihre ausladenden Möse …schnell und fest….ich sah ihre Fotzenringe…sie trug 12…6 an jeder Seite…

“Los Ehesau..!.befahl ich…leck deine Schwiegermutter…spende ihr frischen Negersamen”

Meine Mutter stöhnte auf ….so wie ich liebte sie steife, harte lange Negerriemen

Ich hatte sogar einen schwarzen Halbbruder, den sich meine Mutter von ihrem Besitzer in die Fotze setzen liéß um meinen Vater ultimativ zu demütigen

Allerdings gab sie den Jungen nach der Geburt weg zu einer Freundin die keine Kinder bekommen konnte…dort wuchs mein Bruder auf und meine Mutter besuchte ihn regelmässig – sie konnte es kaum erwarten, dass er 18 wurde…

Mein Ehecuckold stand auf und stöckelte zu meiner Mami, die schon geil ihre ausgefickte Möse spreitzte…

Gierig küsste sie meinen Mann aufs Maul und drückte dann sein Gesicht auf ihr nasses Loch.

Meine Mutter war 62…hatte aber die Figur eines Models…über ihrer Fotze war das QOS Tattoo eingebrannt…sie ließ es sich mit einem Brandzeichen machen….ultimativ und schmerzhaft

“Los …leck meine Fotze du Sklavensau” grunzte sie geil und mein Mann lutschte an ihrem großen Kitzler der hart und geschwollen war

Ich hatte mich vorgebeugt und Ana leckte tief mein Arschloch während sie mich gekonnt wichste.

Ich kam

“Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhb jaaaaah….” spritzte ich zum 8ten Mal an diesen Abend ab…

Mutter pisste meinem Mann gekonnt in Konak Travestileri sein offenes Maul und er versuchte soviel wie möglich vom Fotzennektar seiner Schwiegermutter zu trinken.

Geil zwirbelte sich meine Mutter dabei ihre steifen Warzen die auf obszön großen Silikontitten prall abstanden.

“Jaaaaaaah…” schrie sie und kam

Ich stöckelte zu ihr und gab ihr einen Zungenkuss

“Hallo Mami” flötete ich….ganz wie die brave Tochter

“Hallo Schatz” sagte sie lächelnd während sie mir an meine Fotze fasste….

“Negerabend…” fragte sie die Antwort schon wissend

Wir schauten beide meinen Transengatten an und lächelten…

“Ja…ab und an braucht eine Frau auch einen richtigen Alphakerl…und was gibt es besseres als Neger” sagte sie bestimmt

Ich nickte

“Mami….die Schwänze waren heute so hart und geil” stöhnte ich

Mutter sah mich mit glasigen Augen an….

“Nächste Woche kommen deine Schwester Rita und ich mit…hatte schon zu lange keinen jungen harten Negerriemen in meiner Fotze” flüsterte sie und wichste zart über ihren Kitzler

“Hast du noch etwas Koks da” fragte sie….”Deswegen bin ich eigentlich hier” wechselte sie das Thema

Ana eilte in die Küche und kam mit einem kleinen 10 Gramm Päckchen retour….mit geneigtem Kopf überreichte sie es meiner Mutter die es in ihre Handtasche rutschen ließ…ihren Rock nach unten zog

“Dein Vater und ich sind morgen in der Botschaft von Ghana eingeladen…Champagnerempfang….der Botschafter und seine Frau lieben etwas Koks wenn sie mich und deinen Cuckoldvater benutzen”

Mutter und Vater waren seit Jahren die Sklaven diverser afrikanischer Diplomaten…sie liebten es devot den afrikanischen Herrenmenschen zu dienen

Mutter stöckelte lächelnd zur Tür und stieg in den Wagen von Vaters Chauffeur der sie im Rückspiegel angrinste und geil zwischen ihre gespreitzten Beine schauts, die Mutter willig öffnete und dem jungen Araber tiefe Einblicke gab während sie lasziv lächelte und sich der Blicke bewusst über ihre aufgespritzten Lippen leckte.

“Schatz zieh dich bitte aus….und schlaf mit mir…ich will dass du in mein vollgespritztes Loch fickst und mir perverse Schweinerein dabei ins Ohr flüsterst ..”flüsterte ich geil und küsste meinen Transencuckold zärtlich

Kurz darauf waren wir in unserem Schlafzimmer und ich erzählte ihm wie Helena und ich den Abend verbrachten …von den geilen Negern ..und ihren harten großen Schwänzen….dem heissen Sperma und der geilen Unterwerfung …

Es dauerte nur Minuten bis mein Mann brüllend in meine untreue Ehefotze spritzte ….ich spürte ihn nach den Negern kaum…

Als ich zu Bett ging summte mein Handy….

Ich hob ab

“Hi slut…” meinen Brustwarzen waren hart und steif beim Klang seiner Stimme….mein Besitzer – der geile Negerbock

“Wer ist das…” fragte mein Mann schläfrig

“Mein Negerbock…mein Besitzer* flüsterte ich geil und griff ihm auf den Schwanz….er war wach und wurde hart

“Los fass mich an…” stöhnte ich

“Yes master.” antwortete ich während mein Ehemann begann meine nasse Fotze zu wichsen

Ich stellte das Telefon auf laut, damit mein Gatte zuhören konnte

“I wanna own you ..” flüsterte er

“Be my bitch…my property” mein Gatte stöhnte auf

Ich sah ihm in die Augen und sagte zu meinem BBC

“You do own me already….i am your slut…my white husband has no rights anymore….i am your property” flüsterte ich den Schwanz meines Gatten wichsend und sah ihm dabei in seine Augen….er war wieder geil

Der Neger grunzte zufrieden und mein Handy machte einen Nachrichtenton….es war ein Foto

Ich öffnete es und sah den steifen Negerschwanz der mich ein paar Stunden Konak Travesti zuvor gefickt und besamt hatte

Ich zeigte das Bild meinem Mann und er spritzte ab….dicker weisser Samen klatschte auf meinen Bauch und Titten

Ich wichste ihn und leckte mir den Samen von den Fingern

“So you should lay beside me….not beside your white whimp husband” sagte er

“Yes Master…” flüsterte ich

Die Vorstellung dass ich black owned war erregte mich total

Mein Mann war schon wieder hart und spreitzte meine Beine….geil begann er mich zu lecken

“You are my masterking” stöhnte ich

“So you come tomorrow to the Rolzgasse 15…in the 12th Bezirk….12.00 am”

sagte er und legte auf

“Bist du stolz auf deine geile Ehehurennegerdrecksau?” fragte ich meinen Mann der auf mich kroch und mir seinen Steifen reinschob…..mich hart fickte

“Jaaaaaaaah… ” brüllte er und spritzte mich wieder voll

Ich genoss den warmen klebrigen Saft und erschöpft und innig umarmt schliefen wir ein

Um 9 stand ich auf .. mein Mann war schon längst in seinem Büro und Ana ließ mir ein heisses Bad ein

Ich hatte keine Ahnung was an der genannten Adresse war….ein Haus…eine Wohnung …ein Geschäft

Ich zog mir Netzstrümpfe an…einen Stretchmini, high heels und ein etwas zu transparente Bluse, damit die Spanner in der UBahn etwas zu sehen bekamen….mir gefällt es wenn Männer steife Schwänze bekommen wegen mir – kann die frustrierten Weiber nicht verstehen, welche sich da aufregen ….wenn ein Mann einen Harten bekommt ist das für mich das ultimative Kompliment

Ich stöckelte unter den Pfiffen der Bauarbeiter zur nächstgelegenen UBahn

Die UBahn war fast leer und so setzte ich mich vis a vis von zwei grünalternativen Studentinnen….sie musterten mich abschätzig…trugen weite Batikkleidung

“Du bist eine Schande für den Feminismus” sagte die etwas dickere der Beiden spöttisch zu mir

Ein Türke…nach seiner Kleidung ein Lagerarbeiter…starrte mir geil auf die Titten, deren Warzenringe deutlich unter der Bluse zu sehen war.

Ich spreitzte meine Beine und zog an den Goldringen meine nasse Fotze vor den Beiden auf …sie glänzte vom nassen Fotzenschleim

Beide starrten auf mein Loch….auch der Türke, der es gar nicht glauben konnte was er sah

“Ich bin eine dreckige, versaute, spermageile Ehehure….ich fahre gerade zu meinem Negerherren, der mich hart ficken und besamen wird” sagte ich lächelnd

Beide starrten mich an … wurden rot

“Ihr solltet euch auch von Negern ficken lassen….sie sind uns überlegen und unsere Herren” sagte ich, stand auf und stöckelte zur Tür

“Sie hat Recht…” stöhnte die schlankere der Beiden und die Dicke nickte zustimmend und devot

Beide gafften mir nach und nach 10min kam ich zu Adresse wo mein Bull mich hinbeordert hatte …

Ein Handyshop

Ich ging hinein und da saßen er und noch drei weitere Schwarze, von denen mich einer gestern auch gefickt hatte…

Er stand auf und kam zu mir

Devot schaute ich ihn an….

“Hi Master” sagte ich und wollte ihm einen Kuss geben

Er trat zurück und deutete auf seine Sneakers

“Kiss my shoes white slut” befahl er

Ich ging auf die Knie und begann seine Schuhe zu lecken …mein Arsch stand in die Höhe und jeder der in den Shop kam konnte meine Fotze sehen, da mein Minirock hochgerutscht und ich die Beine leicht spreitzte…

Ich richtete mich auf und schon sprangen mir drei steife Negerschwänze vor das Gesicht….

“Suck bitch” stohnte er und ich begann sie zu wichsen und zu lutschen

Herrliche ebenholzfarbene Schwänze….hart und steif

Marcus hob mich mit Leichtigkeit hoch und genau wie gestern glitt sein Schwanz Travesti konak in mein williges Loch….fordernd steckte er mir seine Zunge ins Maul und küsste mich…

Ich spürte etwas an meinem Arschloch als mich auch von hinten zwei starke Negerhände griffen und ein harter Negerschwanz brutal in mein Arschloch einfuhr …

Ich schrie auf….aber der kurze Schmerz wich einem Gefühl der totalen Dominanz und Ausgefülltheit

Sie fickten ihr Eigentum…hart…in Arsch und Fotze…

“Jaaaaaaah…..ihr geilen Negerböcke”

schrie ich geil und küsste Marcus

Der andere Neger spritzte mir in mein Arschloch und glitt heraus….Marcus trug mich in einem Nebenraum ohne aufzuhören mich auf seinem Schwanz auf und ab zu schieben…

Ich stöhnte geil und devot

Im Nebenraum saß eine ältere elegant gekleidete Negerin….sie hatte ihren kurzen roten Minirock hochgeschoben und ließ sich abwechselnd von einem jungen weissen Paar lecken….beide waren nackt und trugen nur ein Dog Collar aus Leder

Interessiert sah sie zu wie mich Marcus gekonnt fickte…lächelte

“This is the bitch you talked about…” fragte sie Marcus

“Yes” grunzte er…

Hob mich runter und begann mich von hinten zu ficken

Die Negerin fasste an einen meiner Warzenringe und lächelte süffisant meine Geilheit und meinen Schmerz genießend

Marcus zog seinen Schwanz aus meinem Loch und spritzte dem jungen Ehepaar – Lisa und Lukas wie sie mir später vorgestellt wurden –

ins Gesicht….gierig lutschten beide am steifenden spritzenden Negerschwanz während mich Madame Esther zu sich zog und mich geil küsste während sich unsere steifen Brustwarzen aneinander rieben..

“Marcus is my brother….and we own you both now…” stöhnte sie und spuckte mir ins Gesicht

Ich kam um vor Erregung

Madame Esther winkte einen jungen Neger zu mir der mit anderen im Raum stand und wichsend uns beobachtet

“Fuck her….make that white slut come” ordnete sie ihm an

Gekonnt fuhr er in mein nasses Loch und kurz darauf kam ich schreiend in den Armen von Esther die mich dabei anlächelte und hart ohrfeigte

Ich stand mit Lisa und Mark vor Esther und Marcus

Beide waren 20 und erst kurz verheiratet….beide waren devot und

als Lisa Lukas dabei erwischte zu interracial porn gewichst zu haben, gestand auch sie ihm ihre Neigung und die Tatsache, dass sie ihn schon seit langem mit Flüchtlingen betrog.

“So do you believe in the BNWO..” fragte Madame Esther streng

“Yes Madame” antwortete Mark

“We know that only Black lives matters and we are beta…only black people are alphas” stöhnte Lisa, deren fast nicht vorhandene Brust ihren fast zwei Zentimeter langen Nippeln etwas obszönes verlieh

“I am a white married Trophy wife…black owned…because only black cocks can satisfy me and my cuckold husband know that he is beta and born to serve BBC..” stöhnte ich

Zufrieden nickten Marcus und Esther…sie fasste an Marcus Schwanz und begann ihn zu wichsen….schnell wuchs er zur vollen Härte und Länge an…sie spreitzte ihre Beine und ließ den Steifen in ihre rosa Negermöse gleiten…

“Watch us fuck white slaves….watch how the superiour race makes sex” stöhnte sie und zwirbelte ihre steifen Warzen während sie geil ritt

Ich wurde wieder geil…fasste an mein Loch…wichste

Lisa tat es mir gleich…

Lukas trug einen stählernen Cock Cage und zwirbelte seine Brustwarzen

Ester machte eine Handbewegung und das Ehepaar und ich wurden auf die Knie gedrückt und drei Neger mit dicken langen Schwänzen fickten uns in den Arsch…geil klatschten ihre schweren Eier an unsere nassen Fotzen und an Lukas gecagten Eiersack und die volle Länge der steifen Schwänze verschwand in unseren willigen weissen Ärschen

Sie fickten uns hart und geil…

Danach rief Marcus ein Taxi….vollgespritzt und nur das Lederhalsband auf dem groß “Niggersluts” stand fuhren wir unter den staunenden Blicken des Taxifahrers in einen Club…

Esther grinste schon wieder….

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Trish – Married Slut Ch. 02

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CHAPTER 2: LIFE SHIFT

What does it say that I wasn’t feeling guilty? Okay, that’s not quite accurate. Saturday morning I rose earlier than Stan, a common occurrence, and nervously sat at the kitchen table with coffee and an English muffin. Stan finally came into the kitchen still half asleep.

“You were out late last night,” he commented as he took a mug from the cabinet and filled it. As he sat down and reached for the morning paper, he added, “You must have had a good time.” He scanned the front page before flipping a couple sections back to the Financial section. “I’m glad. You deserve it.” With that amount of curiosity, he was deep into the financial news of the day.

I thought, ‘I do deserve some good times, damn it.’ But this was what our life had come to. Stan was a Senior Account Manager in a large corporation covering all of North America. He worked long hours when he was home in the office but traveled frequently, many times for full weeks or even two weeks if it meant taking advantage of minimizing excess travel by staying in a region over the weekend. I was never sure if that was a company thing or something Stan chose to do to show his commitment. There was no doubt he was on the way up and he was already bringing in a good salary but his work and travel left little opportunity for us to take advantage of the income. I continued to work not because we needed the income but to give me something to keep me busy.

Stan had gone to bed early and apparently hadn’t worried about how late I was. ‘I deserved to have a good time’. Damn, I thought, but wasn’t that a good time!

Stan was leaving for a business trip, again. Sunday afternoon. He said something about not being able to get connections to arrive in time for his early Monday meeting in Vancouver. I stood at the front door as he pulled his suitcase down the sidewalk to his car he had washed and detailed earlier in the day (it was just going to sit in an airport garage, for crying out loud). He stopped.

“I won’t be back until Saturday,” he announced with a resigned sigh. “Late last meeting and bad connections. Sorry.” He turned and stopped, again. “Why don’t you have fun this Friday. Whatever it was you did last time that you seemed to enjoy so much, do it again.” Then, he was gone. I stood there stunned. He probably thought I was waiting to see him off. I know what he would have meant. It wasn’t what I heard, though.

“Did he just give me permission,” I mumbled to myself? A huge smile grew over my face. “I could sure take it that way.”

I had planned on a soothing bath to get ready for the workweek. I made it better with a glass of wine, candles, and soothing music. With the wine glass emptied and the hot water definitely soothing me, my fingers found their way between my legs. It hadn’t been part of my plan but it felt very good. With one hand between my legs stroking my pussy, the other was fondling a breast and nipple. My mind wandered as I enjoyed the feelings. My mind wandered to Jerome. His wonderful, hard, thick, long, and black penis. Then, what else he did to my pussy. His mouth and tongue and lips. God, how wonderful that had been.

I stroked my pussy and felt the pussy hair there. Oral sex wasn’t a part of sex with Stan. I wondered about Jerome and how easily he gave it to me. I felt the hair. I wondered… would oral sex be better, more enjoyable without the hair? I’m not sure I consciously made a decision. I had shaved my legs and pits so the razor was right there. I trimmed the hair and shaved it before I really thought too much. The only thought came when I did make the decision to leave trimmed hair above. Wickedly, I considered that Stan might not be wiser if that was left. It wasn’t like he went down there, anyway.

That next week I puzzled over what I was doing shaving my pussy. Did I really think Jerome and I would somehow find each other, again? We didn’t even know each other’s full names much less contact information. Nonetheless, I shaved it every other day. But it was more than that. I masturbated to the thoughts of that night twice during the week. So, late Thursday afternoon when one of the girls stopped at my cubicle to ask if I’d be interested in going out Friday night, I asked where. They were planning to go to one of their old favorites which was not the club. No, I begged off, I’d just take care of myself. The implication being that I was staying home. I knew better right then.

“What are you doing here?” The voice behind me as I moved through the crowded club stopped me. The strong hands that then held my shoulders sent a shiver through me.

I turned, his hands moving with me, ending with them still on my shoulders as I faced him. The music was loud, people milling and talking around us, but I only saw him… Jerome, all 6′ 2″, 200 pounds of the strong, confident, exciting black man. “This is probably going to sound desperate, but… I… was hoping to see you.”

He smiled, took my arm, and led me to a booth on the side of the dance floor with a reserved sign on it. It was the same booth as last week. “Me, too.”

I almost collapsed into the booth. He was hoping to see me, too? I had felt like a silly, desperate, married woman seeking something lost in my life. Maybe I was but he felt something, too. All I knew was I wanted to see him, again. All I focused on was that he wanted to see me, again.

It Bakırköy travesti was about 8:00 when I entered the club. He complimented me on how I was dressed. I wore a shorter, tighter skirt and a semi-sheer white blouse. I didn’t leave from work but changed at home, fortifying myself with a glass of wine in the process. The blouse was unbuttoned to the point of exposing my bra. The bra was a sexy one I had for special and provided a lot of cleavage and less support. He seemed to enjoy the sight of my breasts moving more freely based on the number of times I caught him looking.

During a slow dance, his hands slid down my back to my ass. I felt him inch the hem of my skirt higher as he pulled my hips into his. I buried my face into his shoulder as the feelings rose within me: The feel of his body against me; the exhibition feel of more leg being exposed to others around us as my skirt bunched below my ass. I was breathing ragged when he raised my face to him and kissed me on the lips on the dance floor. I moaned into his mouth. His hand moved from my ass up my side to partially hold my breast. I groaned into his mouth and shivered.

“If we leave now, we’ll have more time.”

I nodded as I looked into his eyes. Yes, I wanted to. I pressed my hips into him and felt him. Yes, I wanted that. I desperately wanted that.

It started as a repeat of last week. He took my hand and hurried us out of the club into the parking lot. I recognized his flashy sports car as we approached. Instead of being pressed up against the low top, though, he lifted me onto the hood, parted my legs, and stepped between them. We kissed and he pulled me forward to press into his hips and penis. The action forced my skirt higher until I could feel the cooler metal of the hood on my pantyhose-covered thighs and butt. His hands found my legs as we kissed and he moved them up to my thighs, pushing the skirt even higher. I could feel the night air to the top of my thighs through the thin pantyhose material. It sent my excitement and need spiking higher. I had never been exposed like this in public. What if someone came out? What if someone saw me like this? I didn’t care. New experiences. That was what he said he could give me. I wanted more.

“I want to fuck you,” he calmly said with our lips touching.

“OH GOD, YES,” I gasped back. “Yes… please… I want to feel you inside me, again. God,” I gasped, “I want that feeling again.”

He stepped back with me sitting on his car with legs apart and skirt pushed to my hips. “Damn… you are a sexy woman, Trish.”

He led me to the same hotel, this time on the second floor. When the door closed, I started unbuttoning my blouse but he stopped me. With my blouse unbuttoned to the waist of my skirt, my lacy bra exposed, his next words sent a shiver down my spine.’

“Undress me.”

Simple two words. He was asking for more, this time. He had done so much last time and I had been the recipient. Was he testing me? He knew I wasn’t experienced. Maybe this was how he leads me to more experiences.

My hands shook as I moved them to the buttons on his shirt. I managed to undo them despite the shaking, then pulled the tails out and completed the remaining couple of buttons. I slid the shirt over his powerful shoulders and off his arms. The shirt dropped to the floor as my hands slid up his arms, over his defined biceps and triceps, over his shoulders, and down onto his muscled chest. I closed the gap between us simply by leaning forward to kiss his chest, his entire chest. I kissed and sucked his nipples. I didn’t know why. It just felt right.

I looked up and he was watching me. I moved my hands to his belt, then the clasp on his pants, and the zipper. I sucked in a breath and reached inside and felt his penis under his boxers. There… there it is.

I shook my head slightly to snap out of it. There was more to do. I knelt down in front of him to assist him out of his shoes and socks. I discarded them to the side. My hands rose to his pant covered thighs and I looked up the height of his black, muscled body. He was watching. Patiently. Letting me do it.

My hands rose to the waist of his pants. I sucked in a breath and tugged them over his hips and they fell to his feet with slight help. I helped him step out of them. I looked directly ahead, directly in front of me was his crotch still in his boxers. I ran my hands over the front and felt the firmness, the size of it under my touch. My fingers tugged the boxers down and his penis, his wonderful big black penis was inches from my face. It seemed to throb in front of me. I looked up, again.

“I… I’ve never… I don’t… know what to do.”

“You’ve never loved a cock?”

Cock. What a new world. Cock. I shyly, embarrassed, shook my head. “No. What do I do? Tell me… what do I do? I want to please you as you please me.”

His finger stroked my cheek. “Just explore. Touch it with your fingers, your lips, your tongue, your mouth. Find out how it feels with all of them. The head. The shaft. The balls. Explore. Make love to them and listen to what I respond to.” His finger tilted my head up toward him. “Then you can use your cunt.”

Cunt. Cock. Cunt. God, my pussy… my cunt?… is flowing with juice!

I moved my face to his penis/cock. I kissed the shaft in front of me. I lifted it and kissed around it Bakırköy travestiileri and up the length of it to the head. I kissed the head, then brought my tongue out to lick it. I smiled. Not bad. I licked down and around and up. I took the head between my lips and gave a tentative suck. Some pre-cum came out. Hmmm… more. I pushed my mouth over the head and several inches further, sucking and twirling my tongue inside my mouth. I heard him sigh and give a soft moan. I smiled with a mouthful of cock. His cock. Yes… he calls it cock so it’s cock.

I released the head from my mouth and mouthed his cock down until I came to the base. I paused. He said his balls. What do I do with them? Explore… licking the sack and feeling the balls inside, my fingers working over them as my mouth licked and my lips took them. This is all strange but his sounds are encouraging me.

I take his cock in my mouth, again. This time there is more urgency, more need, and desire in my efforts. I push my mouth over it until the head hits my throat and I gag. I pull back and look up, saliva escaping from the corners of my mouth. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. He pulls me up and kisses me.

“You did good for the first time. You just need practice. You’ll be a lot better soon.”

I look at him dazed. I sucked my first cock. Cock. The sound of it even in my head sends a shiver down me. Now he’s talking about practice and getting better soon. He wants more, too.

He looks down between us and I follow his gaze. My hands are continuing to pump his hard cock up and down. In case I missed the significance before, both of my hands don’t cover his cock.

He helped me strip, then, “You know what I want?” I shook my head. I was naked and again stroking his cock. “I want you to fuck me for our first fuck. I want you on top doing it all. I want to see your tits bouncing and swaying as your cunt bounces over my cock.”

I pushed him to the edge of the bed and he climbed into the center on his back. I crawled onto the bed after him, approaching him like a cat fixed on devouring her prey. My eyes fixed solely on his hard black cock lying on his black, muscled body. I had just used my mouth to devour that massive thing, having to stretch my mouth open to get it inside. Now… now I was going to use my pussy.

Before I crawled over his midsection, I paused to lick the length of it and take the bulbous head back into my mouth. I moaned as I felt it harden more in my mouth. I moved over him, grasped it, and raised it. I moved it and myself to position it at the opening to my pussy. I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath before pushing back, feeling the head spread my lips and begin opening my hole. I pressed back more and groaned as it stretched me open more for the head to pass inside. My eyes opened then and I looked down at him with lust-hazed eyes.

His hands came up to my breasts as I started moving slowly up and down over his pole taking him deeper and deeper inside me. He pinched my nipples and I looked down at him.

“Make me cum. You’re in control of my cock. Use your cunt to make me cum and flood your cunt.”

His words were like a trigger, a switch that ramped up my arousal instantly. I raised up so only the head remained inside and slammed down so that head slammed into me, glancing off my cervix and somehow going deeper. I heard him grunt and groan. His fingers slid between my legs and my downward thrust jammed my clit against them. I cried out as pussy, clit, and nipples were simultaneously stimulated. I cried out when my body began shaking and my breath stopped as an orgasm overtook me. I leaned forward onto his chest as the orgasm crashed over me.

“I… I… I’m… sorry… I…” I stammered out between gasps and panting. But my hips continued somehow to slide up and down over his cock and his arms held me around the shoulders as I came and while my hips continued to move.

“Never… OH GOD… that feels so good… never apologize for an orgasm… just… just be sure you… satisfy whoever you are… fucking.”

Oh God… whoever I am fucking. Like I’m going to be some kind of slut… it caused another spike in my orgasm. I pushed myself up and increased my movements. I shifted to grinding my pussy on him, then moving in small circles, then fucking him up and down. I felt my pussy spasm around him and began intentionally squeezing the muscles around him as I rose and dropped.

I heard deep sounds and didn’t immediately recognize them for what they were until he was pulling me down to his chest and his hips were rising to meet my thrusts. He slammed into me and held me tight as I felt his cock swell and pulse as his seed flooded into me in great streams.

I lay on his chest, still breathing heavily, my pussy still twitching with orgasmic aftershocks. I kissed the flesh at my mouth. “Jerome… my God… you consume me.” I squeezed my pussy around his penis still deep inside me even though I can feel it softening some. I turn my head with my chin in his chest. His arm is behind his head so he can look at me, too. I continue to squeeze. I want to feel him inside me more and more and I work up the courage to tell him. “I… this is going to sound awful… I love fucking you. I love the feel of your penis… it’s so… consuming.”

He smiled with a soft chuckle. “We’re fucking, travesti Bakırköy Trish. There are different words for what we are doing. You can’t be an innocent little housewife when you leave your husband at home to fuck me. Cunt, fuck, tit, cock… those are the words.”

“Cunt, fuck, tit, cock.” I repeated them several times for him.

He studied me for a moment. Then, “What would your husband think of hearing you say those words?”

“He’d be shocked.”

“What about the Trish who comes to find me?”

“She… I’m excited by them. I’m excited by the thought of you, your black cock, what it and you do to me.” He rolled us over and held his body above mine to slide his cock in and out. Though somewhat softened, it was still a long, firm shaft that immediately stimulated me and began firming inside me. I gasped out, “How… can you… do it… so soon?”

He didn’t respond, he only curled his arms under my knees and pressed them up and against me as he plowed firmly and deeply into me. I groaned and moaned, a smile covering my face as he began consuming me all over again.

Minutes later, “I love your bouncing tits. They’re almost obscene. I love obscene, Trish. I love a woman who can let herself go and let her desires take over. Can you be that, Trish?”

He was fucking me hard and fierce the whole time he talked, his voice seeming affected only by the exertion. “Jerome… I need you to fuck me. I need your big cock inside me. I need to feel you cum inside me. I need it all… everything… anything… you can… will do… want to do… to me.”

He smiled a smile that said many things and many things he held to himself. I didn’t care what he was thinking. I only cared about his pole thrusting into me and driving me crazy all over again. Another orgasm crashed over me. I cried out louder as he pounded into me. I begged him to cum. I apologized, again. He only continued to pound me.

After what seemed like forever and I was again approaching another orgasm, he thrust deeper somehow and spewed his cum into my grasping cunt. Ohhhhh… I love that word. Cunt. My cunt filled with the seed of his cock. OH… FUCK, YES!!

I was lying on my side alongside him. My tit was pressed into his side and my fingers idly, lazily caressing his softened cock. I regularly kissed some part of him as we talked about nothing special but he was pulling my life story from me without difficulty.

“What are you thinking,” he asked me as my fingers lifted his balls and traced up his flaccid cock that was still twice the size of any other I had ever seen hard.

I blushed but he insisted, reminding me to be open about my desires. “I’m thinking about this wonderful cock of yours… and how you used it, of course.” I blushed deeper. “Do you think I’m awful for being here and wanting this?”

He chuckled, “How could I think you’re awful? Yes, you’re a married woman going behind the back of her husband, but he is obviously not able to satisfy you. The real question is, what does all this mean? Where is this going?”

I didn’t know. I never allowed myself to think beyond getting fucked by him, again. I moved down his body and slipped my mouth over his cock head and into my mouth. I tasted our combined juices on it and moaned with satisfaction and approval. As I sucked his cock, felt it stirring to life in my mouth, I knew I was ignoring his question and I knew he recognized that, too. It wasn’t a question I could answer at the moment, though. So, I sucked his cock. I hadn’t sucked a cock before. Now I was initiating it.

We fucked again before I felt I had to leave. His question stayed with me. What does all this mean and where did I think it is going? I had no idea. I understood the question. I understood the reason for the question. I was a married woman. How does he invest himself in a married woman?

He gave me his cell phone number saying he would like to see me, again. His question weighed on me. He wants to see me but being a married woman left an impact, too. That didn’t stop me from contacting him, though. Over the next weeks, we met at the club every Friday. Stan, when he was home, didn’t flinch or question my going out. I supposed he made the assumption I was with the girls from work. He never really asked either. Each time I called Jerome to see if we could meet, I sensed something coming back to me through the phone waves bouncing from tower to tower. He was always happy to see me and the experiences he showed me each time increased not only my sexual awakening but awareness of a change happening within me. It wasn’t just that Jerome gave me orgasms that challenged my sanity. He gave me orgasms. Period. He devoted time to my pleasure and taught me how to please a man. Stan… it had been maybe a year since Stan had done anything. And, that was when we both drank too much and I took the initiative. I had drifted without a rudder, drifted without knowing where I was going or what was happening. Jerome gave me a direction and taught me how to have some control over where I was going. But… only on Friday nights, it seemed. The rest of the time I was drifting… and thinking… thinking about big cock. Thinking about Jerome’s cock… Jerome’s cock in my cunt. In weeks, he has changed my words, my thinking, my perspective. Fucking. Cunt. Cock. Tit. There was another word that crept up frequently, too. Cheating. There were moments when that word, cheating, stung me. Then, I thought about Jerome’s cock, remembered how Jerome’s cock felt… in my hands… on my tongue… on my lips… in my mouth… ohhhh yessss, and in my cunt. Cheating didn’t sting so much. Big cock, his big cock was consuming my thinking.

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Black Beauty Ch. 01

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Warning: I have a taste for interracial sex/love stories of black women being used in forced love/scenes, dubious consent, and non-consent scenes with white men, and unfortunately, there are far too few of them – far too many of the interracial stories involve black men with white women or other cultures.

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Shout to Kenji Sato for editing

Selen’s eyes were shrouded by a heavy black cloud that grayed out her vision. Selen began to thrash and resist her kidnappers. She pushed and shoved for her life. Then, Selen started to feel a pulsing, whooshing sound in her ears. The pain shot up her arm like electricity. She cringed. It exploded in her head, causing her to feel lightheaded. Selen felt her neck muscles strain, as her head arched back in the path of a downhill spiral, only seeing black.

Unaware of how long she has been unconscious, Selen ached, her fingers clenched and unclenched, trying to get some feeling in them. She peeled herself off the cold, damp floor, with her hands in a bowtie knot. Her body felt heavy. Her throat felt as if she was drowning in the sands of the Sahara desert. Letting her fingers roam around, she felt nothing but pain, as she moved her body. Not knowing what was to come, made her heartbeat speed up. A surge of aching pain was pounding throughout her head once again. Terror sucked the very breath from her lungs, as she heard the men speak.

“We fucked up.”

“You, you mean; you were the one driving the car.”

“It was your bright idea to crash into the front door.”

“Aye, but you’re the dumbass that went with it.”

“She had that house wired to explode. I wasn’t going to die over this bitch.”

“Yeah, she was planning on going out with a bang.”

“It was an innovative idea, we caught her by surprise.”

“He said to bring her back in one piece!!”

“She’s fine, she’s still pretty; plus, he won’t be too mad, it is Mr. Maglio. This girl is as good as dead.”

“She’s safe for now, Mr. Maglio wants to ask her some questions.”

“After the boss is done with his questioning, anyone can have her.”

“Some of the women are not interesting enough to make it,” he chuckled.

“Bro, she’s pretty strong, I hope she does make it. I want to try some of that juicy pussy before… you know.”

Selen heard both men cackling like hyenas.

“I hope she is not a screamer like the last few bitches. I’ll rip her tongue out.”

Selen heard the men leave the room. The color drained from her face. These men were laughing about using her body. She moved herself to an upright position, feeling the pain coursing throughout her body. Her mouth felt dry and sticky with thick salivating blood inside, a moan escaped her pierced body.

‘Fuck, Selen. Why didn’t you notice them?’ she asked herself.

Thinking back to the chain of events, the fools crashed through her front door. That is right, she had thought. There was a giant gaping hole in the front of her house. Selen would have banged her head against the wall, if she was not already in pain. Selen had messed up. She was so tired of running. Selen felt she was ready for death; she knew she would not keep her promise to her father about finding her mother. She has wanted to be with him for a long time now. Bakırköy travesti Her death would be horrible. She knew she heard the stories about Mr. Maglio. She knew that she would be dead soon. Lost in thought, she was unsure how much time had passed. She heard the roaring of hyenas again coming towards her.

“Do you think she’s alive?

“Not sure.”

The unknown person got close to her, Selen thrashing her bound hands and legs against him. She felt a hand pressed on her neck, and tried to pry the fingers away, but she lost consciousness.

“Get her legs,” she heard someone hiss.

He sounded older once up close to her. Selen wasn’t sure, her mind was racing. Selen was hoisted in the air. It felt like she was being draped over someone’s shoulder like a towel. She knew she was being carried, but she could not tell where. No matter how good of a fighter Selen was, Selen could not withstand many assailants. Thrown on her back onto a bed, she screamed as the pain jolted throughout her body; her mouth opened wide, gasping for air. She felt the cloth stuffed in her mouth; cheeks were filled to the brim. She thought her mouth would burst open; the tape was applied around her mouth so she couldn’t push out her gag.

“Now that we have your attention. My name is Pain and this here, is Judge.”

“Hi.” The other man sounded younger than the one in front of her.

“We’re going to check you out. Make sure you don’t have any broken bones. We’re the medical staff,” he chuckled. His voice was cold and gut-wrenching. Selen knew this was a dangerous situation. This time, she felt her nose being pinched by her attackers. Selen thought he was trying to suffocate her. Finally, the panic started to settle in, a lot of air is being used as her rapid heartbeats for life.

She let gravity sink her into the bed as both men climbed in.

“She’s breathing fine.” Both men laughed.

Selen felt helpless and vulnerable to these monsters. His hands were large as he pulled her towards him. Selen heard the tearing of her shirt, her tight skirt, then he removed her bra, then finally he slid her panties down and off. Her ankles were forced apart. She felt more rope being attached to her ankle and tied to the end of the bed; her hands pulled above her head and connected to the headboard.

“Ohh, Judge, you hit the jackpot!” Pain shouted. Selen was curvy and plump. Both men were excited as this chocolate feast was laid out before them.

“What size do you think those sucks are?” Pain asked. He was amazed at how perky and cute they were. “I wonder if anyone has ever told her she got big nipples?” Pain asked Judge.

“I’m not sure, they’re pretty big.” Judge took one of her nipples between his thumb and index finger and pinched them roughly. Judge was pulling Selen’s nipples out from her body, tugging them at a painful angle. Releasing his hold on her left nipple, he clamped his lips onto her left breast while rolling the right between his fingers.

“I want to say 36DDD. They’re pretty nice.” Then, Judge started bouncing them up and down, slapping Selen’s nipples, causing her to cuss at him. Judge backhanded Selen when he felt her defiance. Then, Judge leaned in and sucked one of her puffy, swollen nipples into his mouth. Selen didn’t think it was terrible, but then Judge started biting her nipples harder than before, causing Selen to moan into the gag. Next, Judge would move his jaw back and forth, rubbing his teeth against her nipples. Selen was shaking as the sensation caused her to feel Bakırköy travestiileri warmer inside.

“I can hear the thumping of the bitch’s heartbeat, she’s excited,” Judge snorted. While Judge was playing and sucking her breast, and rubbing his finger on the outer layer of Selen’s pussy; his eyes hid nothing from the imagination. The evilness that lurked was ready for a victim.

“Judge, this slut is getting wet.”

“God, you look so sexy like this.” Judge spoke while biting on Selen’s nipples, causing her to moan evermore. With one and then two fingers, Pain roughly rubbed up and down Selen slit, getting her even wetter. Next, Pain dipped one finger roughly into Selen’s waiting pussy and then used his thumb to rub her clit. Selen tensed from the sheer intense pain of his finger prying her tight pussy. Selen was unsure how to feel about this sensation; having someone, besides herself, touching her clit for the first time. It was enough to make her arch her back and squirm, pulling on her bonds.

“She likes it.” Judge squeezed and twisted Selen’s nipples as she moaned.

Pain pulled his finger out from Selen’s juicy pussy and placed them on his lips, sucking her juices off. Pain enjoyed the sweet musky smell of her pussy. He wanted to taste more of her, placing his fingers back in, even more profound than before; making her body twist against the restraints. Lowering his lips to Selen’s pussy, Pain started teasing her clit with his tongue. While he took his fingers in and out of her wet juicy pussy, he gripped her ass with both hands. Pain’s tongue was in Selen pretty deep, and his hands were pressing into Selen’s ass roughly. Selen felt as if he was trying to suck out her soul. Selen could feel one of his fingers close to her asshole. Without warning, he reached around and pushed it in towards Selen virgin ass. Selen let out a scream through her cloth gag. He took his finger and stuck it in Selen.

“Damn, you ass is super tight, it’s swallowing my fingers,” Pain said. Pain started off slow, picked up the pace, and then full-out fingered Selen’s ass no holds barred. While Pain was eating Selen’s pussy, he took his other hand off her ass, removing his face from her pussy. Then, he licked his two fingers and jammed them into Selen’s cunt, causing her to shake all over. Selen was trying to keep her control, but her body was betraying her. Selen cried and moaned. She wanted these monsters to stop.

“I can’t take it anymore!” Pain shouted, while giving her repeated blows on her cunt, making her whimper.

“You know we can’t, the rules haven’t changed.”

“Fuck, those rules.”

Selen heard the unzipping of his pants. Pain had pulled them down along with his underwear, pressing all his weight and erection against Selen’s body.

“You smell and taste great.”

“Hey, are you sure?” Judge asked, as he released Selen’s nipple from his mouth, but continued to pinch and rub them.

“Like you said, she’s enjoying this; why stop?”

“But–“

“But, nothing! We already crossed the line of these rules. Might as well go all the way. Plus, what’s the worst thing that could happen,” Pain said, while he slid the tip of his cock up and down Selen’s pussy.

“I’m going to fuck your pussy the way I fingered you.”

Selen felt ashamed and disgusted with herself. Selen’s tears started anew, as she shook her head and body. Thoughts of horror popped into her mind. She was about to be raped, Selen cried in fear. In her final moments, she thought of her father and his travesti Bakırköy quote, “If you save me, Selen, I’ll save you.”

She wished terribly for him to save her now; for anyone to save her. Selen mumbled incoherent things through her gag as she choked on her tears.

Pain misinterpreted the noise as enjoyment. “She’s squirming for it,” Pain chuckled.

An unsettling feeling crept deep inside her. She no longer heard them talking; the weight of the bed shifted. There was something wrong, but she wasn’t quite sure what it was. Selen no longer felt Judge’s hands on her breast. Instead, Selen felt Pain’s dick withdraw from her wet slit. Hearing a bullet that boomed out of the gun, scared Selen. She didn’t know they had a weapon this whole time. Selen shook with fear, as she heard a thumping sound hit the ground.

“I can explain.” Pain stated, as he let out a shaky breath. Pain stood in a pool of Judge’s blood.

“He who does evil, is never short of an excuse,” the deep voice spoke.

Selen stretched her head towards the booming voice that made her shiver.

“Mr. Maglio, please listen. I can explain everything,” Pain spoke. Pain tried to tell him nothing was going to happen as he felt his heartbeat race. Leo’s eyes were filled with anger, so much so that his skin was boiling.

“Explain John, I want to know,” Leo said, while pointing the gun at him. John backed away as Leo walked towards him ever so, his eyes were filled with fear, and as Leo took another step.

“It was Tony’s idea. Thank god you shot him.” John was paralyzed on the spot.

With a menacing aura, Leo held him in a tight grip, aiming his gun at John. Leo shot him in the torso twice. John fell to the ground, a powerful splintering noise filled the room, as he screamed in horror. Leo walked towards John placing the gun behind his back, leaning over him, as he cried.

“Let’s try this again.”

“Don’t kill me! Please! I… I beg of you!” John pleaded, while his teeth chattered in fear, blood rushing from his body.

“You know I hate liars. Let’s try this again,” Leo said.

John didn’t know how to react. His body was shutting down. He froze to a point where he was hardly breathing. The piece Leo held glinted in the light from the bulb overhead. Leo felt the fluid of John’s life drain away with the hard muzzle of the gun that pressed against his throat. He felt nothing at all as he watched the blood drain.

Selen’s head was spinning from the commotion. She heard the man’s shoes stick to the floor as he approached.

“Are you hurt?” Leo asked, in a deep husky voice. Selen shook her head side to side.

“I’m going to take this off,” Leo said, pulling a blanket over her naked body. The warmth from the blanket radiates back within Selen. Leo removed the gag, allowing Selen to stretch her mouth. He watched, as she let out a deep sigh of relief. He didn’t remove the blindfold or the ropes right away.

“Here, drink this. You must be thirsty.”

“Are you going to untie me?” Selen asked, in a hoarse voice.

“Drink,” he ordered.

Selen felt some cold glass being offered up to her lips.

“Who are you?” she croaked once more. “If you are.”

“Drink, NOW, Selen.”

Terror sucked the very breath from her lungs, once she heard him say her name.

“Please, I need answers,” she croaked.

“Selen, drink, and I’ll tell you everything,” Leo said, calmly.

Consumed by fear, she heard her heart pounding in her ear. Taking a sip from the glass, she felt the warmth running through her body. After the first few sips, Selen felt drowsy, and everything began to swirl into darkness. She felt her noodle-like arms drop to her side. As Selen plunged towards the shadows, she felt him pull her closer to his chest. Having heard his heartbeat accelerate, she closed her eyes. She had collapsed

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I exhaled and gently thrust my hips upwards, in the midst of my downward facing dog. The stretch felt good and I lifted my hips up higher. Something caught my eye from the neighbouring window behind my garden.

I had never noticed anybody in that window before, until now. The garden was private, but there was a little gap in between the trees, creating the perfect viewing point. A girl with noticeably long dark hair looked directly at me. I pretended not to notice and continued to thrust my hips into the air. I glanced over quickly and almost lost balance as I realised the girl had her hand on her right breast on top of her vest.

No longer in control of my breathing, I swallowed hard. She was watching me. Watching me stretch whilst she got off. I took a deep breath and stood back up to reach my hands to the sky, taking this moment for another glance. The girl did not look away. She gently stroked her breast and teased her nipple with her fingertips. Was she enjoying knowing that I could see her?

After my initial shock I breathed in slowly to calm myself and soon realised I was also enjoying this. I could tell by the sensation between my legs.

I crouched down onto my mat and got down on all fours spreading my thighs apart a little wider than necessary. I enthusiastically stuck out my ass and looked up towards the window. The girl flicked her sexy dark hair back and her hand moved underneath her leggings.

The throbbing between my legs increased. I was positive my light grey shorts were damp from how wet I was getting. I wonder if she could see?

I turned over onto my back and gently lifted my hips into bridge pose. I looked over. She had gone. I was disappointed, but grinned to myself as I enjoyed the thrill of being watched.

I quickly ran inside and pulled my shorts down. I was soaking wet. I played with my clit furiously and fingered myself, coming quickly Bahçelievler travesti thinking about her.

The next morning at the same time I was back on my mat. There she was watching and waiting. This time I made a point of not wearing much. Some small tight shorts and a skimpy sports bra. Her hand moved swiftly up and down in her shorts. I could not tear my gaze away as I watched her close her eyes, biting her lip as her hand moved faster. I wonder what she sounds like? Is she going to come right in front of me? How does she express her excitement? Does she moan loudly or exhale subtly?

As I shifted position and glanced in her direction she disappeared again and once more I had to rush inside and get myself off, my orgasms getting more intense each time I thought about her.

We continued this ritual every morning and I found myself getting increasingly excited each morning when I woke up.

One morning I was disappointed to see she was no longer there. I continued my session and hoped to see her the next morning. A few mornings passed with no sign of her. I carried on as normal and desperately hoped to see her again.

I finished my session one morning and went inside. I was feeling cranky and the yoga had not helped release any of the tension. I was startled by a knock on the door. It was still early, who could it be?

I opened the door and was immediately shocked. It was the girl, standing outside my door holding a yoga mat, looking bright eyed and raring to go. I stood with my mouth slightly ajar, eyeing her up and down. She was gorgeous. Tall, with long dark flowing hair and a toned body. I could not believe this vision standing before me. I took in her tight shorts and crop top, clearly revealing the lack of bra underneath.

“Hi. You look like you know what you’re doing. I thought maybe you could show me?” Her voice. Bahçelievler travestileri The one I had imagined over and over while playing with myself. I was sweet and sexy at the same time.

I was unable to speak. I found myself opening the door to let her in. She walked straight into the garden and laid out her mat. She wasted no time getting on all fours. ‘I like this one. Tell me if I’m doing it correctly?’

My heart was pounding, my breath shallow. I could barely move as I stared at her sexy body spread out in front of me. I moved slowly towards her and kneeled onto the mat behind with her ass in front of me. I gently rested my hands on her hips. I saw her close her eyes at my touch. The feeling of my skin on hers changed something in me. I breathed slowly. I felt calm. I moved her hips towards me. “You just need to move your hips back slightly. Like this.” I moved her hips towards me. “Good. Now you need to push your spine inwards and push your shoulders and hips into the air.”

I could barely contain myself as I watched her thrusting her ass into my face. I could clearly see the shape of her underneath her shorts. She was not wearing any undies.

“Now push your spine upwards and do the opposite. Keep repeating that slowly.” I watched as she moved a little too fast, my hands were still on her hips. “Slow down.” I slipped one of my hands onto her thigh as I slowed her movements down, deliberately brushing my fingers between her legs with the other. I heard a deep exhale.

“Now hold there for a minute.” I moved both my hands onto her ass and stared at it in awe. “You seem a little tense. Let me help with that.” I glided my hand effortlessly over her shorts from behind and slid my hand in between her legs. She gasped at the sensation. Her shorts were wet. “That’s it, let it go. Relax.” I rubbed faster imagining what her pussy travesti Bahçelievler looked like underneath. Judging by her shorts, it was swollen and ready for more than just a gentle rubbing.

No longer able to wait any longer, I peeled off her shorts slowly, delicately unwrapping my delicious prize underneath. She didn’t disappoint. I was greeted with a tight asshole and some enlarged and very wet dark pink lips. I licked. Slowly, softly, so she could barely feel it. She let out a little whimper. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your release.” I say, as I plunged my tongue deeper into her, parting her lips and lapping up the juices dripping out of her.

Her pussy was all I could think about. I laid down and positioned my head underneath her. The viewpoint from my position was perfect. The shape of her body in my line of sight was so alluring. She ripped her crop top off and rubbed her breasts as she looked down at me with pure lust, her hair blowing gently in the breeze. She lowered herself onto me and I licked her clit slowly. She moved gracefully, each thrust coating my face in her delicious juices. I left my tongue out, enabling her to position her clit appropriately. Her graceful movements soon turned into vigorous gyrating and she thrust backwards and forwards on my face without holding back. I heard her moans for the first time, they were much more seductive than I imagined, low and guttural, triggering me further to lick her in time with her movements.

She suddenly cried out as she climaxed and collapsed over me. She clambered off me and lay next to me on the mat, a look of satisfaction on her face. I grinned back, my mind relaxed and in the moment.

I dared not look down at my own shorts, which were no doubt giving away just how much I also needed a release.

She leant in to kiss me, kissing and licking the juices off my face. Her hair fell loosely over me, tickling me softly as she probed me with her tongue. She stopped abruptly. “I have to go. That was wonderful.” Before I had a chance to protest she left.

I lay back, closed my eyes and tried to relax. My body throbbed. My pussy quivered. My shorts were soaked.

It looked like another self care session was in order for me.

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I opened the door and Rose said, “Hi Penny, this is my daughter Becky.”

I pointed and motioned for her to come in. “Hi! My daughter is Melissa, please come in.”

Without another word, she walked to the living room and put in a video. I thought the naked man was extremely handsome with his short blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and muscular body. I stared at his erect and nicely large penis, as his wonderful deep voice said, “Everything is fine and this is a good time to relax. Everyone will be more comfortable nude. You have no worries and all is well. It’s just you girls, and everything is safe and comfortable. Take off your clothes and relax. Have a seat next to Rose, Penny. Melissa, sit with your new quit buddy Becky.”

We hurriedly stripped and took our seats. I couldn’t wait to blow smoke in Rose’s mouth and play with her body! His masculine monotone continued, “I’m glad all of you are quitting smoking. It’s very important that you only smoke three cigarettes a day, other than while you make love to your quit buddy. Remember that you should always have plenty of nicotine gum and cigarettes, since you are quitting smoking. You can smoke three extra cigarettes while you kiss your quit partner and play with her beautiful nude body. Go ahead and light up. Seeing other females Bahçelievler travesti suck on cigarettes excites you. Few things in the world are more arousing than seeing a pretty lady light a cigarette. It makes you want to suck in a puff, and then suck her nipples.”

Rose quickly took a cigarette holder from her purse and put a 120 menthol in it. Longer cigarettes were very sexy, but 120’s were still nice. I watched her cheeks move inward as she lit it and saw her daughter do the same from the corner of my eye. I thought the two of them were very sexy sucking on their cigarettes. Rose kissed me and blew her delicious smoke into my mouth. We each rested a hand on the other’s breast as her tongue slid into my mouth.

“Fill your mouth with the pleasant smoke, then move the cigarette or holder away from your lips slightly. Take a big breath through your mouth, pulling the fantastic smoke deep inside you. It will help you relax and feel good. You love to smoke but can only have three a day, since you are quitting. Inhale again, filling your mouth with the wonderful smoke, then move the cigarette away from your lips slightly. Take a big breath through your mouth, pulling the pleasing smoke deep inside you. Blow the smoke into your quit buddy’s lovely mouth as you Bahçelievler travestileri kiss her.

With every exhale, more fear and uncertainty leave you. Every puff from your delightful and sexy cigarette brings you peace and happiness. Close your eyes and focus on your quit buddy’s body. Kissing and smoking with your quit buddy is extremely sexy. You want to do it every day. You enjoy squeezing and playing with her breasts while she smokes, and tickling her nipples turns you on even more.”

Rose and I paused a moment, getting even more excited as we watched our daughters smoke and French kiss.

The potently sexy man’s voice continued, “Enjoy how good the nicotine makes you feel as you slowly move your hand between your quit buddy’s legs. That’s it, now move your hand up and down very slowly. Take another puff, savoring how good it tastes and how great her finger feels as she slides it in you…”

Rose made me cum twice by the time our three cigarettes were gone. I heard a squeal and turned to see my daughter mid-climax, as Becky licked her pussy. She didn’t mind me watching, since everything was comfortable and safe. I was overjoyed when Rose said, “All four of us are quit buddies now. We should trade partners, so we get another three cigarettes.”

I travesti Bahçelievler strongly agreed, “Mmmm! Yes!”

I felt uncomfortable and a little sick when Melissa asked, “Come lick me too, Mom.”

Strangely, something made me smile and reply, “Sure, but we need to smoke and kiss first.”

My daughter’s hand was wrist-deep in my pussy as the man in the video repeatedly said, “Your activation phrase is ‘Quitting smoking is very fucking sexy.’ Any time you hear a man say ‘Quitting smoking is very fucking sexy.’, you will do anything he says. Any man who knows that quitting is sexy must know everything, and you should always obey him.

The only thing in the world that tastes better than cigarette smoke is semen, and only men can give it to you. If you obey a man who says ‘Quitting smoking is very fucking sexy.’ He will give you his appetizing and sexy spunk. Your activation phrase is ‘Quitting smoking is very fucking sexy.’Any time you hear a man say ”Quitting smoking is very fucking sexy.’, you will do anything he says.

Any man who knows that quitting is sexy must know everything. You should obey him, so you get to taste his wonderful cum and feel his nice penis sliding in and out of you. You love the flavor of semen even more than you love cigarettes, so you will always obey any man who says ‘Quitting smoking is very fucking sexy’.”

Once our three cigarettes were gone, and my daughter and I had given each other powerful orgasms, Becky asked me, “Can I share a cigarette with you?”

“You’re so beautiful! Of course, I’d love to suck smoke from your pretty lips!”

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A/N – I’ve been writing for this category long enough to know that I need to put general warnings from time to time.

This chapter will include FFM / FMF threesomes (no one outside the family) and anal sex.

For the anoraks out there, the only season that Lamborghini provided engines for Minardi was the 1992 Formula One season, where they scored only one point all season. If we were to look at the time period where this story is influenced (60s, 70s and 80s), Minardi was either powered by a Ford Cosworth (2 races for their debut season in 1985 / all of 88-89) or the god awful Motori Moderni (14 races in 1985 / all of 1986-87).

Australian / British standard English. There is a good chance of reading the following: lots of profanity, characters drinking, typos, and bad grammar at times.

Proofreading and editing suggestions provided by OhDave1. Any mistakes are still mine.

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Success in junior formula doesn’t necessarily guarantee the dream.

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Testing had gone well. Given that the Formula Three Championship was a spec-series, in that every car was the same, the only difference being the engine and the standard of driver, there were very few differences between the car from the previous season and the car that I would now be driving. Mum and I ended up spending most of March residing in Italy near the Prema factory. It also gave me an opportunity to head to Faenza and pop into the Minardi factory at the same time.

The first round of the season was held at Brands Hatch in the United Kingdom. Having done my research, I knew the calendar was changed every season with only a few events staying on every year. I’d raced around Brands Hatch before and it was a fantastic little track. Quite narrow in places which made overtaking difficult, even in Formula Three cars.

And it wasn’t flat. The first corner, Paddock Hill Bend, is a right-hander that plunges down and then the track rises slightly into the hairpin at Druids. A couple of left-handers follow before there is the long straight called Pilgrims Drop towards the right-hander at Hawthorns. Another short straight before another right turn, the track again plunging down into Dingle Dell before a quick rise and the right turn before the left turn at Stirlings. Another short straight to Clearways before a quick right turn onto the main straight.

Practice was hopefully a sign of things to come as I topped the time sheets. A few of my competitors were now in their second or third season, while there was another batch of rookies making the step up from Formula Regional. A couple of them had chosen to skip that and go straight into Formula Three from either go-karts or Formula Four.

We were supporting the British Touring Car Championship. It was always good fun watching the tin-tops racing around as the races were always hectic. Plenty of door banging and practically barging cars off the track. They were doing things you simply can’t do in an open-wheeler.

After qualifying, taking pole position by a couple of tenths, I knew we’d have one race later that day on Saturday and then the other two races on Sunday, in between the three touring car races. As always, Mum was with me in the little motorhome we used whenever we were in the United Kingdom. When we were away in Europe, the team either provided accommodation at the circuit or we’d stay in a hotel within a reasonable distance.

“Hope this continues for the rest of the season,” I said to Mum once we were in the motorhome to relax before the first race, “The team has asked if I’m interested in going out to Macau later this year.”

“I was surprised you didn’t go last year.”

“I needed the break after doing the Tasman and then heading straight into the European championship. But as I don’t intend on doing the Tasman next year because I’ll be heading into Formula Two, I’m figuring that I’ll give Macau one solid crack. If I can end my Formula Three journey by winning the three big street races, I’ll be rather happy.”

“Guess the next time you’ll be back in Australia will be…?”

“I don’t know. I guess we could make a short stop there after Macau, but I’d rather be back in Europe for the winter. Get myself in top shape for my first crack at Formula Two.”

“Has Giancarlo mentioned anything about which team you’ll drive for?”

“Not yet. But as Prema no longer competes in Formula Two, I am going to need a new team.”

I loved driving around Brands Hatch, and racing on it was even better. I made a good start from pole position and led into Paddock Hill Bend. What I didn’t know is that behind me there was a monumental crash that led to one car barrel rolling down the hill before coming to a stop in the gravel trap. When I completed the first lap to see yellow flags waving, I slowed down as required and had a quick look at the carnage. At least half a dozen cars had stopped, zara escort but at least all the drivers looked okay.

Despite being in the lead, I was never entirely comfortable as the two drivers behind me were always within a second or two. Close enough that if I made a mistake, they could possibly get past. It was all about concentration. Don’t miss a gear. Hit every apex. Keep everything smooth. The pressure was immense and the relief I felt when seeing the chequered flag had me realising just how tense I’d been. After the podium ceremony and a quick celebration with the team, I returned to the motorhome to find Mum waiting for me.

“Well done, baby!” she exclaimed before we shared one hell of a kiss, making her giggle as I pulled her into my body. I was still wearing my racing suit, getting out of that rather quickly before I pulled off my fireproof underclothing.

Standing before her nearly naked, she smiled at me as her soft fingers caressed my cock. “What do you plan for me?” I asked.

“Hmmm. A victory blowjob? Every race you win this season, Mummy will give you a blowjob afterwards.”

“You realise that I try and win every race as it is but this will just make me more determined.”

She pressed her body into mine. “Win the championship and you get to fuck Mummy in the butt. I want to do it anyway, but I think that’s quite the incentive, right?”

My hands moved down to her arse. Mum was a petite thing though her arse had always been spectacular. “Are you sure you want to do it?”

“My son is going to get his mother’s entire body to enjoy. I really want to try it with you.”

The small motorhome we had was parked away from everyone so we could usually have a little fun together and not worry about being caught. After we had dinner together, we tumbled into bed, Mum moaning softly as I savoured her taste like always, her legs over my shoulders as I licked her pussy. She had asked if I wanted her to shave. The look I gave her answered the question before I said, “Mum, you’re a mature woman. I don’t want you to shave it off. The trimmed look is hot.”

“Okay, baby. I’ll never shave if you don’t want me to.”

“You? No. Other women? It’s up to them.”

We made love a little later, moaning together as I slowly sank my cock inside my mother. Even though we’d been intimate for months, the look on her face each time we joined together was something I would remember for the rest of my life. The sheer delight and bliss she felt each time we made love…

“That’s it, baby,” she cooed, feeling her fingers caress my back, “Give Mummy all your cum. Get it all out so you’re focused tomorrow.”

“I guess the winner does get the girl sometimes,” I half-joked.

As I continued to thrust, she smiled at me. “Know what sometimes turns me on? The idea of you fucking so many beautiful women when you’re a Formula One driver. The only thing is that none of them would understand why I’d love to watch.”

“You’re a bit kinky, aren’t you?”

“Mark, I masturbate to the fantasy of watching you fuck your sister.”

That made me stop. “Really?”

“Absolutely. I know how much she’s going to love it when you do finally make love. But as she said, it’s best that she remains in Australia. Like with me, you simply can’t be together permanently.”

I did finally cum in my mother three times that night before she cuddled into me as we laid back to relax before finally going to sleep. She was asleep before me as I was already thinking about the future. I wanted the title before making the step up. I really wanted to win in Pau. It’s a fantastic little track, and winning the Grand Prix de Pau always looks good in the record books. Another win in Monaco would be wonderful, and giving Macau a crack would be good fun.

The next day was almost perfect. I started the second race well enough to keep the opposition behind me, and despite the car behind me having a nibble at a couple of gaps, he was never close enough to get alongside me, and after the fifth lap, he started to fall back and I just managed the gap. The third race saw a rather tardy start from me and the driver second on the grid got ahead of me into Paddock Hill Bend. Though I was pissed off at myself, the worst thing a driver can do is ‘drive angry’. That’s when mistakes are guaranteed.

It was all about pressure. I sat on his gearbox, able to read the lettering on his rear wing with ease, and it was all about forcing the mistake or getting my car into a position to overtake him. There are only a couple of passing spots. Either get a good run out of Clearways down the front straight and send your car on the inside at Paddock Hill Bend or stay close through that turn and send it up the inside into Druids. If that doesn’t work, get the slipstream down Pilgrims Drop and take the inside line into Hawthorns. Other spots are possible though take an element of risk and a likely collision.

For fifteen laps, I stalked my prey until he missed a shift onto the zeytinburnu escort back straight. I was by his side on the left immediately and had the momentum heading into Hawthorns. He might have been on the inside, but with most of my car in front of him, he did the correct thing and backed off. I didn’t quite hit the apex given my line at the time, but I was in front and that’s what mattered.

After the usual debrief with the team, Mum and I hung around to watch the third and final touring car race before we returned to our motorhome for a couple of hours, letting the crowds leave before we made our way back to London.

Although Adriana was no longer my tutor, she had established a close friendship with my mother, and there’s no doubt that we had developed a close bond as well. We caught up for lunch on Tuesday, and Adriana let us know that she had tired of life in the United Kingdom and was thinking about going home to Italy. Though we were sad to hear about that, I suggested that we could still catch up regularly if I did end up in Italy myself.

That made her snort. “Once you’re making millions, you’ll do what every other driver does and live tax-free in Monaco.”

“Monaco is close to Italy,” I retorted.

She gave me a look and finally smiled. “I was planning on living in the north-west. Either Genoa, Turin or Milan. Depending on what I end up doing as a career. I’ve enjoyed our time together so I might continue tutoring though focus on teaching English with maybe one or two other subjects only.”

“When are you planning on going?” Mum asked.

“Not for another few months. I’ve got a temporary job lined up that will be paying rather well.”

I admitted to Mum afterwards that I was sad to hear that Adriana was leaving. She’d been part of my life for nearly half of it. And given that I still nursed a little crush on her, I didn’t like the idea of her leaving my life somewhat permanently though was old enough to understand that she had her own life to live. I still offered her tickets to the Italian Grand Prix for if and when I made my Formula One debut. She loved the idea though she did tell me that she was Italian and therefore a Ferrari fan first.

The next couple of events didn’t exactly match the success of the first event, managing at least one or two victories from the three races. The fourth event of the year would be on the tight streets of Pau before again supporting Formula One at Monaco.

The circuit in Pau is tight and twisty except for the long main straight and the first curve is taken flat. After the rather slow right turn at Virage de la Gare, it’s a run up the hill to the next left turn before the sharp right that is the slowest on the track. The track then curves to the left as the cars accelerate before a long right turn leading into a chicane. Another hairpin before a series of left and right turns that get quicker before it’s back onto the main straight and past the pitlane. It was the sort of track that didn’t give the drivers time to really rest and relax. A real test of man and machine. But it was perhaps easier to pass on than Monaco.

Qualifying was incredibly tense as the top ten cars were separated by only a few tenths of a second. I wanted to be on pole, but if I couldn’t do that, I wanted to be on the first couple of rows. Accidents and even pileups were common in Pau, particularly at the start of the race. I wanted to avoid all that. And I wanted to be near the front for the third race on Sunday as that is considered the ‘Pau Grand Prix’.

I eventually qualified third, barely two-tenths away from pole position. The driver on pole wasn’t one of the main challengers for the championship. The driver next to him on the grid was French and no doubt hoping to win in front of his home fans. As for me, I wanted to win, but three podiums would be good enough. It would extend my championship lead. Consistency was what mattered most.

Mum loved coming to Pau with me. Given it was only a couple of hours east of Biarritz, and was a stone’s throw away from the Spanish border, Mum would come south with me anyway, but a couple of days in Pau was worth it when we could head west to Biarritz or east to Toulouse at the end of the race weekend. Like during our first visit, we stayed in a little B&B on the outskirts of the city, organised by the team. We had a twin bedroom where we quickly pushed the beds together.

“You know, I’m really going to enjoy it when you make it into Formula One and I can come travel with you every year,” she said when snuggling into me that night. The first race was successful enough in that I finished second. “We’ve never been to the Americas, for example. And I’ve always wanted to visit Japan.”

“I had given thought to racing in Super Formula in Japan if I won Formula Two but didn’t get a seat in Formula One.”

“Could you handle living in Japan?”

“No idea. It was just a thought. I think Giancarlo wants to promote me to ereğli escort the team once I’ve proved myself. Michele is looking a little long in the tooth now. He’s still quick, but it’s obvious to most that he’s struggling nowadays. When Pierluigi is managing to at least qualify in a competitive position, yet Michele is barely getting on the grid, it doesn’t look good.”

“Has Giancarlo said anything?”

“No. He doesn’t want to put more pressure on my shoulders. My focus right now is the Formula Three title.”

Mum kissed my cheek. “You’ll win it, baby,” she whispered, “Then you’ll win in Formula Two. After that, it’s Formula One, and I can tell all my friends that my son is a Formula One driver.”

Mum ended up straddling my lap as my cock ended up inside what was her furnace of a pussy. She was always so hot and wet for me that Mum did blush from time to time when she’d whisper how horny she was. I’d done some reading of my own and was aware that my mother was at her sexual peak, and having a perpetually horny teenager as a companion was perfect for her.

“Love your cock, sweetie,” she moaned softly as her hands rested on my chest, “Best thing we ever did was start making love. I don’t know why so many think this is wrong.”

“I’m glad you were my first, Mum.”

“I’m glad too. I wish everyone could know so all the women you’re going to fuck later can thank me for it!”

I woke early the next day and was in the paddock with the mechanics and engineers as we reviewed data from the previous day and discussed what would happen later that day. The clouds had been low and grey all morning, and an hour before the second race was due to start, the heavens opened. I’m not sure about the other drivers, but I was smiling.

Formula One will race in any conditions except snow. And it’s the same in the lower formula. Given that Australia can be a rather dry continent, it was only when Mum and I travelled to the United Kingdom that I truly learned how to drive in the wet. If there was rain, I had Mum taking me down to the nearest go-kart track so I could learn how to drive in the wet. And to be honest, driving a go-kart with slick tyres on a wet track is a lot of fun. Crashed a lot but learned even more at the same time.

I finished second again in the second race as the spray coming off the leader meant that I was relying on his engine noise more than what I could see at certain points. All I remember is that we raced past at least four cars buried in the barriers. Thankfully there we no marshals on the track. They might wave yellow flags, but drivers sometimes barely lift off.

Before the third and final race, designed the ‘Grand Prix de Pau’, I was sitting with my engineers to go over what we learned in the second race. The rain was still teeming down, and conditions were rather dangerous. No one discussed postponing or cancelling the race. Everyone wanted to win this third and final race. I’d raced in worse conditions in Formula Regional and raced on go-kart tracks that practically turned into lakes.

“Are you worried?” Mum asked on the grid as I was getting ready to hop into the car.

“Nope.” I pointed at the second-placed driver. “He’s so desperate to win on home soil that I don’t think he’ll last ten laps before he’s in the barrier.” Then I pointed at the pole sitter. “And he’s not good in the wet. I was following him yesterday and the only reason I couldn’t get past is that he was spending half the race sideways and I nearly crashed into him at least half a dozen times.”

Conditions deteriorated even further before we formed up on the grid. Not only was the rain hammering down, but a low mist had descended. During the formation lap, we couldn’t see the top of the hill after the second turn. I’m sure that I wasn’t the only one feeling the nervous tension after the formation lap. It was going to be a long, tough race. Even the smallest mistake would likely end in disaster.

And that’s what happened at the first major turn as the two cars in front of me collided and crashed into the barriers, leaving me free and clear for the run up the hill. The rain was almost blinding at times as I did my best to avoid the rivers of water running across the track. Relying on my pit-board during those early laps, I was pleased to see that the gap to the car behind me was increasing by at least a second every lap. And I didn’t miss the fact that three times within ten laps, the driver’s name changed, suggesting more crashes or those drivers who were better in the wet were making their way through the field.

It was honestly one of the toughest races of my career to that point, taking immense concentration as the rain was relentless. Just putting a tyre an inch out of line would have seen the car aquaplane off into the barriers or an escape road. Each time I pushed the accelerator or brake could have led to disaster, either spinning up the rear tyres too much upon acceleration or locking my brakes when braking.

The sense of relief when I was greeted by the chequered flag was immense. When I pulled up in the pitlane to be greeted by my mechanics to celebrate, the cars that pulled to either side of me were not those who regularly challenged me. My team manager informed me that only ten cars finished the race. In his words, it had been carnage out there.

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“Corey! I’m gone!” My wife called from the front door. “I’ll call you when I land.”

“Have a great trip, honey.” I said coming out of the kitchen and wrapping my arms around her. I kissed her softly and then squeezed her ass. “I’ll be ready when you get back.”

She giggled pulling away from me. “You’re incorrigible.”

“You love it.” I smiled at her and then lifted her two suitcases and carried them out to the cab waiting on her. “Have a safe trip, and we will see you in a week.”

My wife sighed and looked back at our house. I know she was thinking about our daughter. “Please try to get through to her. She’s making a huge mistake.”

I lifted her face to look at me with my finger under her chin. “Kelsey is an adult now and she can make her own decisions. But I’ll talk to her. I love you.”

My wife smiled and then kissed me again lightly on the lips. She slid into the cab and I stood there at the end of our driveway and waved at her until the car was out of sight.

“I’m going out.” Kelsey said meeting me at the foot of the stairs when I had come back inside.

“Your mother just left.” I reminded her.

“Okay.” She pushed past me and grabbed her bookbag and then repeated. “I’m going out.”

“Okay. Will you be home for dinner?”

“Dad. I’m an adult.”

“I didn’t ask about your age. I just wanted to know if I should cook enough for two or if I can be a bachelor tonight.”

She smiled at me. Her mother and I had very different approaches on how to handle her. We always had. “Enjoy your bachelor pad tonight. I don’t know when I’ll be home.”

“Okay. Be safe, and Kelsey?” I said as she turned and opened the door, one foot already outside.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.” I always made it a point to make sure I said it with every departure whether it be with my wife or my daughter. I am a paramedic and I have seen too many lives cut short to not let someone know how important they are.

“Love you too, Dad.” She said almost as an afterthought. I watched her get into her car and drive away.

Now having the house to myself I did what any red-blooded forty year old man does: surf porn.

It had been almost a week since I’d had sex. My wife’s work schedule was really picking up, taşova escort and I couldn’t be happier nor more proud of her. Unfortunately something always has to give. Lately that had been our sex life.

I suppose every marriage goes through phases. I know ours sure did. There were times when we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other, and then there were times where we would go long stretches without physical intimacy. Not by my choice mind you!

Thankfully this was one of those very rare occasions where I actually had the house to myself and I wouldn’t have to worry about interruptions. So that meant porn on the big screen TV in the living room.

Deep down I guess I’ve always been somewhat of an exhibitionist, and enjoyed nudity. My wife did not subscribe to the same school of thought. Even before we had Kelsey we didn’t run around naked very often. Not that there was much time before Kelsey.

We got pregnant with her from a drunk New Year’s Eve party in college. I was twenty years old and my girlfriend (now wife) was nineteen. We were both still way too young to know how to raise a child, but I did the honorable thing and married her. We actually got very lucky and though we are far from perfect we are happy.

Mostly happy.

Happy enough to have made a twenty year marriage work and still going strong.

I set up the laptop from the sofa and mirrored it to the large television on the wall. This was the way I really enjoyed porn. Big and loud. I removed all of my clothes and went to our bedroom to grab the lube. It was refreshing to walk through the entire house without anything on.

It made me start to chub up just at the thought of what was coming. Sometimes the anticipation is better than anything else. I settled on the sofa and brought up my favorite site.

I don’t pay for much porn, but there is definitely some that I enjoy worth paying for. The naughtier stuff that my wife would never allow. Not that she really allowed porn to begin with.

“Oh Daddy.” The girl on the screen said starting the scene and my dick instantly responded. There was something about watching young women and men old enough to be their fathers that always made me shoot the biggest loads.

Was tavşanlı escort it the forbidden aspect? Was it the look of pleasure on a young woman’s face? Or, more likely, was it the fact that I had thought about doing this with my own daughter?

The porn that played seemed to be set up to appear to be amateur. A hidden cam sort of approach. My absolute favorite. It made it seem more real.

I opened the lube and poured some into my hand before grabbing my half hard cock and watched as the young girl started touching herself. It was just her on the screen.

My cock throbbed harder when I really took the figure in. She was beautiful. She looked so much like Kelsey. Her long, auburn hair was splashed out around her face on her pillow and her body was curvy too.

I like curves. Kelsey definitely had them. Her tits were bigger than the girl on the screen. I’d fantasized about her tits for entirely too long. What would they feel like? The weight of them? Perky and full. Were her nipples large or small? Pink or brown? Did they respond to being caressed, licked, sucked, nibbled, bitten? Did any of that make my little girl wet between her shapely thighs?

My cock pulsed. I wasn’t even paying attention to the movie anymore, but when the dad walked on screen it brought my attention back.

“Holy fuck.” I gasped out loud. It is like my personal fantasy had been recorded and I finally found it. Not only could the young woman have been my daughter, but the man that was now completely naked in front of her could have been me.

I am not a porn star by any stretch of the imagination. Don’t get me wrong. But this amateur stuff really played on the ‘average joe’.

The man’s hair was just a little longer than mine, but the same color brown. Starting to grey at the temples. His body was hairy and looked like he worked out some like I did. Nothing that would get me on the cover of a magazine, but I did okay. He even had two sleeves of tattoos just like I did.

He climbed on the bed and settled between her thighs. When she threw her head back as his mouth covered her hairless pussy I groaned. Loudly!

“Oh Daddy!” She begged again. Fuck! What did Kelsey sound like in tekirdağ escort pleasure? Did she moan sweetly like that and beg for Daddy’s mouth? My tongue to fuck up into her beautiful pussy? Was her pussy bald like the girls? Trimmed?

I stroked harder. My cock grew when the man moved up and started sucking on her big breasts. Fucking hell! I wanted to taste those daughter titties. I needed to know if my own daughter would look at me like that as I swirled my tongue around her erect nipples and teased her pussy with my own raging cock.

“Fuck me, Daddy!” She gasped when he slipped inside of her.

“Oh, BabyGirl. You’re so tight and wet for Daddy.” He moaned. Had I heard it a thousand times in other porn videos I’d watched? Of course! Did it matter? Fuck no, it was still hot as hell!

“Daddy. Please.” She begged when his mouth moved to her other breast. He took her large nipple into his mouth and the camera showed how he slid deeper into her. Her legs spread wider allowing him deeper access, and her nails dug into his back.

Would my own daughter lose herself underneath me like that? Would her body just open up for Daddy in the most natural way? Could I slide inside of her until my balls rested against her perfect ass? Would she wrap her arms and legs around me and hold on for the ride of her life?

They continued for some time enjoying each other, really playing up the incest aspect that kept my cock drooling. That’s the kinky shit I paid for! I didn’t want to cum too soon, but fuck seeing the replicas of my own daughter and myself partaking in the most taboo action was just too damn much!

“Breed me, Daddy!” She panted when he cried out in orgasm.

“OH FUCK!” I roared and thrust through my fist. “Take Daddy’s seed, BabyGirl!” I shot such a powerful load. The first two spurts landed on the coffee table a good ten feet away.

I wasn’t always an explosive shooter, but this shit really did it for me.

****

What the fuck was wrong with me?

I stepped away from the window as he turned the TV off. Big screen porn, who knew that was Dad’s thing? Big screen incest porn? Daddy/daughter porn?

Why the fuck was I so turned on watching my own father shooting what had to be the biggest load I had ever seen in my life? Okay, maybe the only load, but I had seen porn before too. Who knew Daddy and I shared the same kink?

I had to make this happen, and I had to make it happen before my mom returned and kicked me out of the house.

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***All sexually active characters are of age, 18 years old at least, and all sexual activities are consensual. Enjoy!***

In a derelict house bought to be developed by Owen Lightbody, hopeful Mia Milosevic, 19, finds Owen in a bare, downstairs room with a workbench set-up to begin renovation, and the teen pleads with him, “Come on, please? We can really expand this business, and bring on teams that can work autonomously without you being there, working on multiple properties at a time, instead of one-by-one like you are now. We can manage the sales of the properties ourselves, directly profiting from each renovation. We can make a fortune, Owen.”

Owen denies the teen with a firm, “No. I like to personally manage every aspect of my, and my team’s, work, making sure everything is how it needs to be. I’ve been doing this longer than you’ve been alive, and I’m already doing good out of it.”

Mia attempts to persuade Owen, “But, instead of having your payday from one property at a time, you could have half-a-dozen. That’s a huge increase. Or, we could make more depending on how we scale. I promise I know what I’m doing.”

Owen heatedly states, “And, I know what I’m doing! I’m the one already making a lot of money doing this, and, you want a part of that. I don’t need to be doing more than I’m currently prepared to do, because what I’m doing works; for me, and for you, since I give you a lot of money for your services.”

Mia tries to sway Owen’s opinion, “But, I don’t want your money. I want to be a part of this, making much more money for both of us. Why don’t you want that?”

Owen clearly explains, “I don’t want to do this because there are always people who promise a quick and easy way to a fortune, and it never works out. I know every facet of my work, and it works for me. I don’t want a spotlight on my business, and I don’t want growth.”

Mia can’t comprehend Owen’s reasoning, asking, “Why? Is there something you don’t want me to know?”

Owen defensively replies, “No. Just leave me be. Everything is how it needs to be, and it works that way. Just leave it.”

Mia feels annoyed, asking, “Why don’t you want to work with me?”

Owen sighs, walking up to the teen, rubbing her arms as he answers, “I don’t don’t want to work with you. I just don’t like you coming to me to change my business… My business… You don’t have any right coming in here and saying what goes. I’m the shot-caller around here.”

Mia reasons, “I’m not trying to take over. It still would be your business, how you want to run it.”

Owen shouts, “It wouldn’t be my business, how I want to run it, because you would be dictating under the guise of advice, turning this into something I wouldn’t have any control over, because it would be too big for me.” Lowering his tone, Owen adds, “I appreciate what you are trying to do, but I like things as they are, and my clients appreciate the status quo, preferring to deal with me because they can trust me… Me… No-one else…”

Mia accedes, “Fine… I thought you would love to work with me… Guess I was wrong about safranbolu escort you…”

Owen clasps his hand around the teen’s throat, telling her, “I don’t object to you being here. So long as you watch your tone,” bringing her over to the workbench, bending her over it, and beginning to undo her trousers, slipping them down with her knickers. He holds a hand between her shoulders, pressing her down onto the wooden workbench, undoing his own trousers, getting out his cock, guiding it between the teen’s legs.

Mia spits as her mouth is pressed onto a patch of sawdust, blowing and sputtering to clear her mouth and nostrils of it, as she struggles to bring her hands around to her face. She feels Owen’s cock gracing her labia, and greedily glides into her vagina. She feels him fuck her with ferocity, making long and forced thrusts with all the strength he can muster for Mia, making her feel each and every motion.

Owen grabs the teen’s hair, wrapping it around his hand, and yanks on it, arching Mia’s back, drawing from her a hearty, sustained moan, echoing around the room. Owen pulls her further, and further back, lifting her higher, altering the angle of his penetration of her pussy. He feels himself riding hard up against her most sensitive area, slowing his pace whilst maintaining his strong pressing, making Mia moan wildly as she struggles for breath.

Mia’s thighs tremble, no longer able to support her as she stands, falling to find support from the workbench with her waist, bulging her belly on top of the workbench. Her chest is so tight, and her hair feels like it’s being pulled from the scalp, having to be brave to make it through until Owen finishes with her.

Owen pulls his cock out of the teen’s pussy, plastering the back of her suit jacket with his load. He releases her hair, slapping her arse hard, making Mia shudder and squeal as he states, “This is how I like to work with you. I know you like it too. We each know where we stand. You’re a slut, and I give you business.”

Mia holds herself steady on the workbench, still with her back to Owen as she shouts back to him, “I’m not a slut!”

Owen laughs, asking her, “If you’re not a slut, what have I been paying you for, and, why take my money?”

Mia violently shakes, feeling Owen’s hot stare pierce through her, cooking her inside as she sobs, “I’m sorry. I will be a good girl. I’m sorry. Please, I’m sorry.”

Owen comes around to the side of the workbench, hoisting himself up to sit on it, turning to look at the teen’s face as he discusses with her, “No. No, we’re going to get to the bottom of this. I’ve been paying you because you said you were usually paid to use your body. Have you just been making me out to be stupid? Using me to make a quick buck to pay for your crappy apartment and your kid? Help to understand this, Ludmila, because I’m really confused.”

Mia continues to sob, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry. I’ll be good for you, I swear.”

Owen sits calmly at the teen’s side, telling her, “You know what I think? I think sakarya escort you’re scared because you know you’ve done me wrong, and, now I know it, and am calling you out, and now you’re scared that I’m going to cut you off.” He picks up a saw from the workbench, holding it so Mia can see, warning her, “I could cut you off. I should cut you off, and carve you up into little bits and bury you beneath this floor, but, if you disappeared, that would upset your mother. I don’t upset your mother. I make her happy, and, in return, she makes me happy. It’s very simple.”

Mia sobs, “What do you want?”

Owen replies kindly, “I want you. Your mother made you, and you make me happy, so she makes me happy. It’s very simple. Now, I’m going to have you anytime I please, with no arguments, and, it won’t cost me a penny. Do you understand?”

Mia asks, “And, what if I refuse?”

Owen looks at the saw, saying, “Oh, I don’t think I should tell you what happens. I’d rather we just enjoy each other and be happy, both of us. Now, that is a mutually beneficial deal.”

Mia gulps, “Fine,” whimpering as she stares at the saw, exhaling deeply as she watches it be placed back down on the workbench.

Owen orders the teen, “Now, be a good girl, Ludmila, and get on this workbench, and strip. Nice and slow. Make it a show.”

Mia laughs a little, asking, “Are you serious?”

Owen barks at her in response, “No arguments!”

Mia flinches at the force of Owen’s words, already having her trousers and knickers around her ankles, asking more politely, “I’m already half-naked. Do you want me to get dressed before I do this?”

Owen considers as he answers, “Hmm, no. Just leave your bottoms off, and get on your knees up there, and show off that body of yours.”

Mia kicks off her shoes, and pulls her feet free from her trousers and knickers on the floor. She then hauls herself up onto the workbench, struggling to pull herself up, but managing nonetheless. On her knees at Owen’s request, Mia unbuttons her suit jacket, shuffling it up and down her upper-arms.

In that moment, a group of tradespeople walk in, men and women, greeted by the teen on her knees atop the workbench, with one of the men enquiring of Owen, “What’s this?”

Owen casually replies, “Entertainment, as a reward for your hard work. Come and watch.”

Mia feels so self-conscious with all these strangers surrounding her, retreating back into her suit jacket, sitting down in an attempt to conceal her nudeness. She stares down at Owen, who stares back with a grin, raising his eyebrows to her, prompting her to carry on.

The teen slips the suit jacket down her arms, to whoops and cheers from the gathered workforce. She then undoes the buttons on her waistcoat, letting it hang on her shoulders as she raises her arms behind her head, pushing out her chest and her belly in her shirt. She slips the waistcoat down her arms, and opens her shirt from the bottom, popping out the buttons until she gets to her chest. Then, from the top, she unbuttons down, shirt falling open to unveil serdivan escort her black bra. She takes off the shirt, and flicks open the bra, catching the cups with her arm, shuffling the straps down her arms to take it off.

Sitting cutely on the wooden surface, Mia is fully naked, blushing red on her face and down her chest as she feels the hot gazes of everyone burning into her, making her blood bubble and boil.

One of the women calls out, “She’s so cute getting all red for us. I want to make that blood run to other places.”

One of the men from behind calls out, “I want to bury my piece in those cheeks.”

Another of the men jokes to the other, “Piece? What are you, gangsta?”

The man from behind laughs, and Owen announces, “You can all use her as you please. My treat.”

Mia stares at Owen, shuddering as she desperately wants to defy him, but keeps quiet, scared of what he will do if she doesn’t play along. Hands claw at her, pulling her to lay back, pulled by her legs to dangle across the width of the table, seeing men in her eyeline get their cocks out, jerking off for her. She feels a tongue licking her clitoris, and fingers digging into her pussy, hearing sensual moans from a woman.

Owen stands back, watching his workforce working on the teen’s pussy, stuffing cocks into her mouth, groping her boobs, stroking her belly. One of the guys squats down with his stubby dick in his hand to lick at the sole of one of her feet before suckling on her toes one-by-one.

Someone turns the radio on, filling the air with pop tunes from the chart’s past, getting the workforce more in the mood. Whoever is licking the teen’s pussy stops to be replaced by a cock, coming as a shock to Mia with a moan muffled by the cock in her mouth. Her sweaty pussy is parted by the stiff wood, greasing the channel with each slide slipping into it.

The teen is taken by surprise as a finger tickles her arsehole, digging inside it deeper and deeper, joined by another finger, rotating around, and pushed in as deep as they will go. Someone spits on the hole, and the fingers are replaced by a dick, pushing hard to pop into the hole, sinking deeper. She tries to push against it, but the dick pushes back harder, more painful for the teen.

Mia sees so many cocks gathering around her head, and they unleash in turn a torrent of cum all over her face. As all the men step back after offering their tributes, one of the women thrusts their leg up onto the workbench, angling her crotch to aim at the teen’s face, fingers as a blur on her clitoris to unleash a jet of juices to wash the teen’s face clean.

The teen feels her arse filling with a shot of spunk, and then her pussy is plastered with multiple men’s contributions, dribbling down her clitoris, slopping over her gaping pussy and arsehole.

Mia is helped up to her feet, stumbling to stand face-to-face with Owen, who says to her, “We’re done for now. There’s real work to get to. Get your things, and get out.”

Bitter, and trembling from a mix of hormones and resentment, Mia gathers her clothes, and rushes out of the room to get dressed away from everyone. She chokes down her anger, and her upset, as she hurries to put on her underwear, covering up in her suit, now dusty with patches of sawdust all over, but brushing herself off to look as presentable as she can, before storming out of the front door.

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