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Don’t Split the Party – Act 01

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CW: Impregnation

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“Alright,” Mai said, glancing around the trestle table. To her right, Sophie was spinning a pair of d20s in her fingers, and also playing footsie with Mai under the table. Across the table Tegan was biting her lip as she waited to see what came next, and Rick was looking at the map. Tegan and Rick might also have been playing footsie but Mai couldn’t see for certain. “You drop down the chimney into the hag’s lair. She turns, an uneven grin across her violet face, and points a gnarled hand towards the three of you.”

“I draw my sword,” Tegan said.

“See, I never put my knives down in the first place,” Sophie said.

“I have quick draw, so I put my axe away and then draw it a second time just to flex,” Rick said.

“The hag doesn’t seem that intimidated,” Mai replied. “A bit confused, but she shakes it off. She cackles, and she says-“

***

“More meat for my stewpot!”

Tan’ka bared her fangs and raised her blessed sword, her muscled green skin almost glowing in the firelight. “You’ll pay for your crimes, fiend!”

Raf didn’t bother with words. He roared, the spirit of the wolf overtaking him as he charged at the hag. He knocked her cauldron onto the floor, then swung his axe in a wide arc, the blow glancing off of her iron-hard skin.

Stray vanished into the shadows, circling to put herself opposite her friends. She lunged out from the darkness, her daggers slipping beneath the hag’s ragged robes and sinking into her flesh.

The hag cried out. She raised her arms, and every candle in her lair burst into unnatural green flames at once, the light driving away the shadows and casting a sickly glimmer across the three friends. They readied themselves–Tan’ka’s sword casting a pure radiant glow across the muscular frame that no amount of armor could entirely conceal, Raf’s bloodied axe and bare torso glinting in the weak light, and Stray’s knives and tiefling horns and slender, leather-clad body blending into what shadows remained. Then, as one, they dove towards the hag’s flashing claws.

***

“Does a 22 hit Raf?”

“Yes,” Rick said.

“The hag’s claws rake across your chest. 13 damage.”

Sophie bit her lip. “On a scale of 0 to 50, how are you feeling?”

“Boo,” Mai said. “Stay in character.”

“Well, I’ve been worse,” Rick said. “But *five* been better, too.”

Mai rolled her eyes, but she was grinning while she did it. “Terrible. Sophie, you’re up.”

***

Stray dashed in, plunging her daggers into the hag’s side. The hag backhanded her, sending her sprawling back, but she rolled and came up effortlessly.

Ignoring his wounds, Raf rushed in and brought his axe down. The hag cried out as the blade bit in and forced her to the ground.

The hag winced, raising a wavering finger to point at the party. “My sisters will have your hearts!” she gasped, then slumped to the floor. As she fell still, the candles around her guttered out, leaving them all standing in the pale moonlight.

Tan’ka looked around her, watching as her friends caught their breath. They were both beautiful, in their own way. The moonlight glinted off of Raf’s muscular torso, which he never covered up no matter where he went. He turned, and gave her a grin. Stray leaned back for a moment, her lithe body drawing Tan’ka’s eye. She smirked.

Tan’ka knew that her friends had the same thoughts that she did. She’d seen the way they both looked at her, in her armor and out of it. And yet, none of them had acted on that desire, for reasons that she couldn’t quite explain. As she watched Stray search the room for treasure, she decided that she could do something about that. She was about to remark on the way Stray’s ass looked in her leather armor when an unexpected voice broke her reverie.

***

“‘Let me out!’ the barmaid says. She’s trapped in a cage at the back of the room.”

“I’ve got this,” Sophie grinned. “Tegan, you touch your boyfriend and make him feel better.”

“It’s called ‘Lay On Hands.'”

“Yeah, lay him. I pick the lock and free the barmaid. Kadıköy travesti And then I see if she’ll kiss me.”

Sophie leaned closer to the GM screen, and Mai blushed. “Do you say anything, or…”

“No, I just go in for it,” Sophie said. Mai was about to tell her to roll Charm when Sophie’s lips reached hers.

The kiss was longer than Rick would have expected given the audience. He grinned at Tegan, then noticed a flicker of determination in her eye. Not knowing what she intended, he nodded his support.

***

“Who taught you to rescue someone, Stray?” Tan’ka said.

Stray stepped back, grinning, as Tan’ka stepped forward. “Just making her feel comfortable.”

Tan’ka reached into the cage and slipped one muscular arm behind the barmaid, then lifted her out to freedom and set her gently on the ground. The girl stood, but kept one hand on Tan’ka’s bicep, glancing between it and Tan’ka’s face with a deepening blush.

“I think she’s more comfortable now,” Tan’ka said softly. She couldn’t exactly say whether she or the barmaid leaned in first – all she knew was that in a moment they were kissing, the girl’s breath hot against her lips as Tan’ka held her close and felt their hearts racing.

***

“Oh,” Mai said.

Tegan, suddenly blushing, backed away from the kiss and slumped into her seat. Sophie looked stunned, more than anything else, and Rick’s hand on hers felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

“Unfair,” Sophie said. “A, she’s my girlfriend, and B, I’m supposed to be the one with high charisma.”

“That was smooth as hell,” Rick agreed. “But I’m sure you’ll have plenty of characters we can flirt with next game, yeah?”

“We…yeah, probably,” Mai said, shuffling her notes in a way that felt intensely unnecessary. “I, uh. Do you want to do anything else in the hag’s lair?”

“Maybe we should burn it down?” Tegan asked.

“It’s the only way to be sure,” Rick said.

“Fire,” Sophie agreed.

“Okay,” Mai said. “It burns a sickly green behind you as you walk back to town. And, uh, that’s as much adventure as I have for tonight.”

“Great,” Rick said, glancing over at Tegan. “Thank you.”

“Sure,” Mai said, and Rick caught a smile beneath all of her blushing. “Happy to.”

—

“I’m sorry,” Tegan said.

They’d returned to their apartment, and put the character sheets and dice away, and climbed into bed, but the memory was still vivid in Tegan’s mind – the exultation and the embarrassment jostling for position. She knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep if she kept silent.

“It’s okay,” Rick said.

“It doesn’t have to be okay,” she replied. “You can be mad at me.”

“I know,” Rick said. “You wouldn’t want me to lie to you. So…” he took a deep breath. “When I tell you that I loved it, believe me. You were so into character. And you were being the hero.”

“Okay,” she sighed.

He set a hand against her belly and pulled himself close, admiring for the thousandth time the firmness of her abs. He leaned against her, his mouth close to her ear, and spoke softly.

“You being happy is never going to make me sad.”

“You can’t know that.”

“Maybe not,” he said. “But I believe it.”

He held her, his breathing falling into the evenness of sleep, and she decided she’d try believing it too.

—

“Is this going to be okay?” Mai asked.

A week had passed since the last game session. Sophie had watched, with slowly increasing worry, as Mai’s usual planning and worldbuilding had been repeatedly derailed by anxiety.

“Yes,” Sophie said.

Mai frowned. “How do you know?”

“Because you love D he could understand that.

***

“I don’t understand,” Raf growled.

“We need to find the assassin,” Tan’ka said, “and I think they’re down here.”

“You know damn well what I mean,” he sighed. The royal wine cellar was large enough that Raf was certain they could camp comfortably inside. Instead of being constructed of stone blocks by human or dwarvish masons, it was nestled into the caves that Kadıköy travestileri naturally occurred beneath the palace’s roots. And unless the assassin was hiding inside of a wine barrel, it hid nothing.

“Why are you fighting Stray for a kiss when we owe each other our lives?”

“I’m not,” Tan’ka insisted. “I’m trying to do the right thing. Kisses are nice but that’s not what this is about.”

“And why aren’t we doing the right thing together?”

“Because I think she’s wrong.”

Raf was about to smack Tan’ka upside the head in a strictly educational way when a sharp cry of anger and pain pierced the quiet, the voice unmistakable.

“Stray!” Tan’ka cried, and pelted towards the stairs, Raf running at her heels.

***

“The changeling assassin drops their crossbow and picks up two daggers, dripping with poison,” Mai said.

“How close are we now?” Rick asked.

“Another round before you can enter,” Mai said. “Don’t roll initiative yet. Sophie, it’s your turn. Remember you don’t have advantage.”

“Shit,” Sophie winced. “Okay. I attack with my daggers, and…shit. A fourteen doesn’t hit?”

Mai shook her head. “The assassin lunges at you, their first blade biting into your torso. Nineteen damage-“

“Shit!”

“And make a con save against poison.”

Sophie threw a d20 onto the table, only reluctantly looking at it. “Thirteen?”

Mai shook her head. “Take another six.”

“Are you up?” Tegan said, her voice loud enough to fill the dining room.

Sophie didn’t say anything – only shook her head. Tegan took a deep breath, as if she was the one facing death.

“Okay,” Mai said. “Now you can roll initiative.”

***

Tan’ka leveled her shield and ran, knocking the door off its hinges. Stray lay near the back of the room, one hand covering a bloody wound in her torso. The assassin turned to see what new threat had arrived, their face shifting unnaturally between a human and an elvish disguise. They narrowed their flickering green eyes, and Tan’ka charged.

The assassin dodged to the side as Tan’ka ran at her, flipping across the room towards the window. Tan’ka knelt, throwing her gauntlet aside to set her hand on Stray’s face. Healing energy flowed through her hand. Stray took a breath, and Tan’ka let herself take one too.

Raf roared, rushing at the assassin just as they darted for the door. His axe nicked their shoulder and they staggered back. Stray had wounded the assassin, judging by the silvery blood on their tunic, and rather than leaping into another fight they were looking for a gap in his defenses.

“Here’s your opening,” Raf said, and ran forward enough to give them a sudden shove. They stumbled back, pitched over the elegant elvish windowsill, and fell screaming into the palace garden three stories below.

“That’ll do it,” Stray gasped, still catching her breath.

“You idiot,” Tan’ka bellowed. “You could’ve died! Hells, you almost did!”

“I’m fine,” Stray insisted.

“If you had stayed with us instead of galavanting off in search of a kiss, I wouldn’t have…”

“Wouldn’t have what?” Stray challenged, one eyebrow arched. She likely would have said something else, if Tan’ka hadn’t reached down and picked her up, lifting her by the shoulders until she could pin her against the wall, her delicate feet hanging a foot above the ground.

“I wouldn’t have been afraid that I was going to lose you,” Tan’ka growled. She’d leaned in close enough that Stray could hardly do anything but look into her eyes, and rest her hands on the tense muscles in Tan’ka’s arms, and try to think of a clever rejoinder that never quite occurred to her. Tan’ka didn’t wait for it, anyway – she leaned in close and pressed her lips to Stray’s.

It wasn’t just a kiss, really, as far as Raf could see. It was an admission from Tan’ka that she wanted more from Stray than she’d ever said, and a bit of an apology from Stray for the hurt she’d caused. Stray pulled herself close, her tail swishing as her lips danced across Tan’ka’s, hoping to bury Travesti kadıköy their pain in pleasure. Tan’ka reached down and lifted Stray up, and Stray responded by wrapping her legs around Tan’ka’s beautifully muscled hips. Tan’ka growled in anticipation.

Raf, noting that the room had a bed and didn’t seem to contain any other assassins, stepped out into the hallway and closed the door.

***

“This is not how I expected things to go,” Sophie said, panting.

She was, by then, sitting on Tegan’s lap, the chair pushed back so that they could kiss as deeply as their characters had been. Sophie’s arms were wrapped around Tegan’s shoulders, and Tegan held Sophie’s ass with both hands to keep her from slipping.

The other members of the group looked almost as excited. Mai was blushing deeply and biting her lip while Rick watched intently, Tegan’s every triumphant motion bringing a smile to his lips.

“We’re derailing game a bit,” Tegan admitted, before kissing Sophie’s neck.

“No,” Mai said. “You’re in character.”

“This does explain why Tan’ka and Stray have been sparring,” Rick agreed.

“Do you want to, uh…” Mai blushed more deeply, her words refusing to come for a moment. “Do you want to take a short rest?”

There was a moment of quiet as everyone processed what she was suggesting. Sophie leaned back a bit so that she could look Tegan in the eye, seeing her own desire reflected, then looked over at Mai.

“I could really use the hit points,” Sophie admitted.

Tegan glanced over at Rick, who said nothing, only raised his eyebrows and gave her a thumbs-up. She grinned at Sophie.

“Let me gather my party, then,” Tegan said. She adjusted her footing, then stood, still carrying Sophie against her chest.

“Oh,” Sophie grinned, running a hand along Tegan’s bicep as they turned the corner and marched towards Sophie and Mai’s bedroom.

“Wow,” Mai murmured.

“Yeah,” Rick agreed. “I’m really lucky.” He glanced over at Mai, who had settled back behind the GM screen. “Are you ok?”

Mai nodded, a shy grin on her face. “Yeah.” She glanced at her notes, then tried to gather her wits. “So what is Raf doing?”

***

“The assassin was a changeling,” Raf said. “We dealt with them, but we…weren’t able to question them.”

The princess nodded. “Because you punted them out a third-story window.”

Raf shrugged. “‘Boot first, ask questions later’ is my usual approach,” he admitted. “But my first goal was to keep everyone safe.”

“Except the assassin,” she grinned.

“That goes without saying.”

“So did the assassin.”

Raf smiled. “They did say ‘aaagh’ as they fell, but your majesty can decide whether that counts.”

“I’ll have to consider it,” she said, smiling. “But, there is also the matter of your reward.”

“I…” Raf glanced at the stairway leading up to the guest hall where Tan’ka and Stray were making up for lost time. “My companions are busy.”

“That’s fine,” the princess said, grinning cheekily. “I can give you the reward, and you can distribute it amongst your friends.”

Raf hesitated, if only because he wasn’t sure how his friends would feel about that. It wasn’t much of a hesitation, though. Tan’ka and Stray were getting a reward, even if it wasn’t bestowed by the princess. Besides, her knowing smile was beautiful, and he wanted to feel it pressed against his lips.

“I’ll deliver it,” Raf said, watching as the princess stepped around her writing desk and approached him. “You can trust me.”

“Can I?” she asked, her grin broadening, and she took his shoulders and pulled herself close.

***

Rick tried to keep his breath from getting away from him as Mai’s lips touched his. She’d stepped away from the GM screen, perhaps so that he wouldn’t see anything behind it – not that he could focus on anything but her. He could feel the princess’ smile, and feel her calm control in the way Mai caressed his neck with one hand, and he wondered how much of the kiss was Mai playing a role.

If she was still in character, Rick wanted to carry her as far as she wanted to go. Her immersion in the universe she’d built was lovely, her imagination carrying it all higher, and he was not about to shoot her down. So, rather than asking how much of her passion was elvish, he wrapped his arms around her hips and pulled her close.

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My First Year with Austin Ch. 05

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This story is a sequel to My First Year in College and My First Year in Prison.

Tyler is finally ready to commit to a serious relationship when he moves in with his former College crush, Austin. After years of entertaining the idea, it is time for those two to figure it out: is their relationship meant to last?

This story is entirely fictional and all characters featured are above 18.

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MY FIRST YEAR WITH AUSTIN

Chapter 5: Drive safe

The weeks following our “fight” with Austin turned out to be some of the best we had ever spent together. Who knew that talking things out could actually improve your relationship?

To make it simple, we were constantly having sex.

It did not take us very long to fuck in every corner of our small apartment. Austin pounded my ass (and my throat) in our bed, in the shower, on the couch, on the kitchen counter, and against the washing machine, – great experience by the way -, in the span of just a few days.

But then, we got creative.

Once, we did it on the beach at midnight. Sure, it was hot, but I would not recommend as I still found sand in my ass days later! More accurately, Austin was the one digging more sand from my asshole during our following intercourses.

It even became a running gag between us. How did that keep happening?

Austin also fucked me against his desk during his lunch break. We almost got caught that time, his office was right next to the Stadium’s construction site and there were a lot of guys moving around.

Still, seeing him throwing aside all his files and paperwork to clear his desk, sliding down my pants just to uncover my ass, having me bend over and getting his big dick out of his fly was one the hottest thing I had ever experienced in my life.

We even did it in a restaurant’s restrooms at Janice’s fancy engagement party.

After a couple of years together, Richard had decided to put a ring on it and Janice had happily said yes!

Do not get me wrong, the party was very nice, aside from Richard’s very closed family members, most of the guests were people close to Janice that I liked. But it was even better when I celebrated with Austin’s dick lodged in my ass in a bathroom’s stall.

We only live once! Right?

We will get to a point later in this story where fucking in the restrooms turned to be quite the traumatizing experience, but that time, it was just great.

We were insatiable and when we were not together, Austin and I were sexting pretty much all day.

“Thinking about your ass.”

“Dreaming about your lips.”

“Want to fuck you… Raw.”

Often, the texts were coming in with an attachment, Austin’s visible hard cock through his pants.

That man knew how to get me in the mood.

It is hard to say why we were so horny all the time. I guess we had reached this perfect spot between having so much more to learn and discover about each other sexually, while simultaneously feeling very comfortable with one another.

To be honest, there was still one barrier in our sexperimentation that I was eager to break.

You probably guessed it, I could not wait to fuck Austin’s banging ass for the first time, but Austin did not seem ready yet and I did not want to push him.

Besides, I could hardly complain, he was already getting great at blowing me like a pro.

See, Austin knew how to suck a dick with passion. Probably, because he himself loved receiving intense sloppy blow-jobs.

We had just been visiting Janice and her (brand new) fiancé Richard when Austin showed me what he was truly made of.

By the way, Richard was looking dapper and sexier as ever that evening, wearing a full-on suit and tie for our casual dinner. I felt a little stupid in my ripped jeans but Richard was not judgemental about it.

I could easily see how Janice had fallen for him.

Richard (or “Dick”) was a man of a few words, talking in a deep low voice, always looking confident and acting as a great listener. He was not sharing much about himself but, talking to him, you felt as if you were the most important man in the world.

Physically, he was very attractive in the high-profile business man type: tall, trimmed beard, salt and pepper hair, constantly wearing a pair of luxury glasses and a Rolex.

Besides, he was clearly fit but not showy about it. Even when he was wearing a designer shirt and a tie around his neck, you could easily tell that the man had large pecs and broad shoulders. Janice had told me that he was going at the gym every single day.

Maybe it was because I was sitting in front of Richard for the entire dinner that I was very horny during the car ride back home. We had a 45 minutes’ drive until we got to our place and it seemed like way too long to wait!

While he was driving, I put my hand on Austin’s crotch. I know. I was bad.

Let me tell you this upfront: do not try this at home, guys! Although, I have to admit, it was hot as fuck to feel his dick reacting under my touch.

“What are you doing, babe?”

“Don’t know… konyaaltı travesti I think the oysters we ate were aphrodisiac…”

I started to rub my hand against his bulge.

“Ty, I’m driving.”

“Yeah… I can feel that you’re tense… Only trying to help you out.”

I opened-up his fly.

He let me.

The cheeky boy! He was not wearing any underwear!

“Wow, I did not know you were going commando!” I said, fetching his heavy dick out of his pants.

He was already sporting a semi. I mean, I knew what I was doing.

“I don’t really see the point of wearing any underwear anymore, you always seem to take them off from me as soon as we meet.” Austin replied with a smile.

Fair point. I was now stroking his cock.

Austin tried to focus on the road ahead. It was the middle of the night. There was not much traffic.

“You want me to stop?” I asked.

He was not looking at me but he grinned at the road.

“Please, don’t stop.” He muttered.

Exactly what I assumed: he wanted this as much as I did.

I stroked his dick harder; it was getting stiffed in my hand. I could almost feel the blood pumping in his veins.

We stopped at a redlight. I was gentler, I played with his foreskin. It was getting wet.

I felt the first droplets of precum forming around his piss-slit. I licked my fingers off.

“You taste so fucking good, Austin.”

“Go down on me, babe. You’ll get a much stronger taste.”

He did not have to ask twice.

I took my seat belt off, – again, do not reproduce this at home, guys -, and I found the perfect position to swallow his shaft as Austin started to speed-up as the light turned green.

I did not anticipate a sudden bump in the road and his dick tapping against my throat. I gagged.

Thankfully, I was a skilled and experienced cock-sucker. Austin seemed to enjoy watching me struggling, he chuckled when he heard me choke and he guided my head with his free hand. Not that I needed much guidance, I knew exactly my way around that big slab of meat.

I went down on his dick; I licked the edges. I fetched for his balls which were still stuck underneath his zipper.

When I had the full and dripping meal lying in front of my eyes, I went back to sucking him.

There was an outrageous rap song playing on the radio. Something about a bitch licking the singer’s “fat hairy balls”.

How fitting!

Maybe Austin was having a bit too much fun though, as his dick was now buried deep in my throat and I was giving an A+ deepthroat, – saliva dripping all over my chin -, I felt the car suddenly switching direction and then abruptly stopping.

OUCH.

Again, I thought I was about to choke on that dick as my head hit the wheel. I almost puked when the cockhead tapped the back of my throat roughly.

“FUUUUUUUUUCK.” Austin yelled out.

There was a honk behind us.

Shit. What had we done?

I pulled out my head from my lover’s crotch, leaving a big slimy mess on the top of his pants. We were stopped between the sidewalk and the road, somewhat in diagonal, blocking the couple of cars stopped behind us.

“Austin, damn. We did not hit anyone, right?”

“No… No… But it was close.”

“Just pull over, we will park somewhere.”

The car behind us honked again. As if this was going to help!

I wondered if they had realized there was someone between the driver’s legs. I guessed they saw me when I lifted up my head.

Austin started the engine back, drove down a less busy street and stopped on a rather isolated parking.

He looked tense.

“Austin, that’s fine, nothing happened. We’re good.” I said to reassure him.

“I could have killed us. The both of us!”

“I’m sorry, babe… This was stupid.”

“Yes, it was… On both of us part.”

I put my hand on his cheek.

“That’s my fault. But I learned my lesson. Just let’s go back home…”

“That was a damn good blowjob, Ty. I lost control.”

I chuckled.

“A blowjob to die for.”

He smiled at me.

“Don’t say that.”

I looked at his cock still hanging out of his pants, still dripping. Slightly deflating, yeah, but still looking yummy as hell.

“Do you want me to finish you off now? Seems like this place is really quiet… And I bet it won’t take long.”

I could tell that Austin was battling with himself. Being good or being naughty. But he had that cheeky smile. I knew where this was going.

“I guess that as long the car is not moving…”

Naughty had won!

“If you want my opinion, it’s even safer to take care of this now, rather than driving horny and rushing to come back home.” I told him.

“You’re a sneaky boy…”

I was leaning over to go back to my task when Austin really surprised me.

“…Although, I’d like to switch things up a bit.”

“What do you mean?” I whispered at his cock more than I was talking to him.

Austin put his hand on my own crotch.

“Let me take care of you this time.”

I did not expect konyaaltı travestileri that. And I was very horny. My dick immediately stirred up at Austin’s proposal. He was already sliding down my pants and leaning over towards me.

“Austin… You’re sure… Here?”

He was already kissing my foreskin. He seemed sure enough. My cock was rising up fast and hard, already poking against Austin’s cheeks.

It was not his first blowjob, but it was always a special occasion.

I felt his lips locking around my cockhead. I knew I was already leaving precum in his mouth. He worked his tongue around my edges.

“Mmmm… Austin…”

I looked down but not too often.

Just seeing him going up and down my cock was enough to make me jizz and I sure wanted this moment to last, especially as I saw how hard he was himself while he was bobbing on my cock. He used one hand to stroke my dick and the other to stroke himself.

“Play with my balls too…” I pleaded at some point.

Austin happily obliged.

“Do you like that, daddy?” He winked at me.

That was funny, him, calling me daddy. I smiled. It was just playfulness; it did not mean anything. I loved it.

“Show me how good you can really suck a dick.” I heard me say.

The words acted like a switch in Austin’s brain.

From this moment on, he went hard and deep on my cock. I was far from packing his nine inches, although I was on the larger side of the spectrum when it comes to dick sizes, but trust me, it was still impressive to see him swallowing my (nearly) seven inches, hard, throbbing and leaking.

His nose was reaching the base of my shaft and my pubic hair.

“Fuck yeah…”

The gargling sounds were so fucking exciting, and doing this in a somewhat risky environment was making the entire thing even more of a turn-on.

I was fully aware that despite my best efforts, I would certainly not last long.

“Look at me, Austin. I’m gonna cum…”

I wanted to see his blue eyes as my milk would be sprayed all over his face.

He stared right at me and stroked my cock harder. He did even better than that. He asked for my spunk.

“Come on, babe, jizz on my face, I want it.”

“Fuck, Austin, fuck…”

“You like that when I act dirty like that?”

“Damn… What are you doing to me… I’m so close…”

“Cream my face, babe, right now, I’m your slut.”

“Aaaah….”

“I’m begging you Tyler, cum on my jock’s face!”

He stuck his tongue out. I exploded at these words, properly painting his face white.

The first stream of thick cum covered his entire left cheek, the second hit his forehead, the third and fourth ended-up right on his tongue and opened lips, and the rest flew away, God knows where, as I was closing my eyes in a state of trance.

You want to know the best part?

When I opened my eyes again, Austin had creamed himself too! Apparently, he had loved being on the giving hand — or rather giving mouth — of the blowjob.

We looked around at the mess in the car and on our clothes and started laughing.

“I guess we can drive safely now.” Austin ended-up saying.

“Yeap. I think this release was necessary before going back on the road.”

I picked up a thick droplet of cum on his cheek and licked it. I told you; I was feeling naughty!

Do not get me wrong though, things between Austin and I were not only about sex.

When we came home that night, we cuddled together for a long time as we were talking about life, politics and the upcoming issues of Garuto.

A rare and sweet taste of happiness.

But let’s be real… We did have sex again a couple of hours later and Austin pounded my ass right before we fell asleep. I guess a lot of our relationship was ultimately about sex at that time… Who could blame us?

Besides, I did not have much other things to care about. I was still jobless and dutifully rejected at every interview I was taking.

Even if I wanted to lie about my past, the testimony and the trial against the Southern California Prison System had somewhat become viral and I knew that my identity of “ex-convicted” would be found out sooner than later.

I had given up on an office job at this point and I was at a stage where I was spending a couple afternoons a week walking through various bars and clubs in the hope that I could get a job which would let me sufficient time to focus on my writing.

It was during that period of my life, – probably because I had a lot of time on my hands -, that I started to write what would later become “My First Year in College”.

It was a very different version than the one you were able to read and the story would be finished and published only years later…

I had told Ralph that Austin was not thrilled with the idea of me working with him, but I still helped him with some ideas (basically, that he should purchase some good jockstraps and some butt plugs), and he started developing his X-rated page on his own.

Truly, he was the talent, he travesti konya did not really need me.

Ralph wanted me to be more committed though, he did not like the whole social media thing and he was lost on his own, the “Nine Inches King” did not know where to start to find a reliable “manager”.

As I promised Austin that I would not get too involved, I had to keep my distance with my ex-cellmate.

I did send him the social media links of a rising star in the business, a straight dude named Carlos from New-York City, to give him some pointers.

Apparently, the guy had seen his revenues growing from 2K to 60K a month in the span of a year.

It makes you think, right?

In the end, I was spending a lot of my time alone in the apartment as Austin was working a lot.

To distract myself from my writing, I could count on some entertainment provided by Allison or Sergio going for a swim. I was friendly with them and we would get together for a lunch from times to times but I would not go as far as calling them friends.

At least, not yet.

But as I said, they did provide the entertainment. Allison was regularly arguing with Mrs. Smith in the middle of the apartment complex for the silliest stuff. Namely, the size of the Allison’s bikinis appeared to be a problem for our older neighbour.

“The pool belongs to everyone in here! You have no place asking me to leave. But please, come down here! Be my guest!” Allison was screaming at the apartment next to mine.

“This is a family building!” Mrs Smith was yelling back.

“Where do you see children? Eh?! Do you have some hidden in your home? I would not be too surprised!”

“Good Lord! Little Barbie! I’m just asking for you to have some sort of decency and cover yourself.”

“IN A POOL! Are you hearing yourself? I should wear a coat diving in?”

At this moment, Mrs. Smith slammed her own door and Allison effectively jumped in the pool. To be fair, the bikini she was wearing that time was so small that you could almost see his vagina lips.

Sergio was no better and he was certainly not against wandering around in what looked more like man thongs than anything else.

To give me something else to look for, and because I could tell that he needed it, I invited my older brother to spend a few days with us.

Given how fast Ryan had told me yes, I knew that I had been right and that he was very overwhelmed with his children. I loved my nephews very much but three kids at home, I did not envy my brother one bit.

It was decided that Ryan would come spend a few days with us before the end of the month of May. Austin was glad, he was getting along with my big brother very well.

He was not so happy when I finally heard back from one of my job’s interviews…

“Look who just wrote to me.”

I showed him the e-mail from the owner of “the Man Cave” a somewhat sleazy gay bar / club, not so far from Hollywood Boulevard.

“Really, Ty? The Man Cave?”

“Well, yeah. It’s just a bar tending job, not a stripper gig.”

Austin shrugged his shoulders.

“You’re sure you really want to do that?”

“Of course not, Austin! What do you think? I wish I could have kept my job as a therapist although I was arguably very bad at it. I wish I could already focus on my writing. But in the meantime, I have to do something to make some money, and from the hundreds of job applications I sent out, this is my only yes. Well, there is this, and Burger King.”

Austin patted my shoulders. We were both in our underwear, as always when we were alone in our apartment.

“You don’t have to work right now. Why the rush? I can pay the rent for the two of us. And you can write!”

I rolled my eyes.

“How is it so difficult for you to understand that I don’t want to be dependent from you, from anyone actually. And before you get started, this has nothing to do with trust or love or anything else. This is just about making my own money. Besides, I have visited the place for the interview, it looked okay, mostly older dudes were in there.”

“Look, Ty. I’m not trying to control you. I just want to make sure that, if you need more time to find something which would suit you better, you know that you can. But if you want to take the job, go ahead, I trust you.”

“I just need a reason to leave the apartment at this point. Between working in a fast-food chain restaurant or this, I do choose the Man Cave.”

I chuckled when I realized how that sounded. Austin smiled too.

“Perfect then!” He said, being ironical.

“And really, Austin, you would prefer for me to work with Ralph?”

“In porn?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, no. I confirm that I would not prefer that.” Austin replied, a little mad.

“It’s not like I’m committing too much to this job. If it’s too cringy, I’ll just leave. I met with one of the bartenders there during my job interview, I think his name was Jasper, and he seemed nice. I was doing some bartending during my college years here, it was fine.”

Austin seemed about to say something but he changed his mind. Instead, he kissed me. Good move on his part.

“Ok then. I told you; I trust you.”

I kissed him back.

“How was work today?”

“It was okay. The construction might be delayed again… I am trying to keep everyone calm, the team is stressing out.”

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Rio, Ex-Pornstar Pt. 17

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Rio uploaded his honest, confessional video to Onlyfans on Saturday night before joining Jay in bed. He checked that the upload was successful, then quietly shut his laptop down.

“Well, it’s done,” he said, slipping under the bed covers. “It’s posted.”

Jay knew what he meant.

“It’s out there now. Out in the world of zeroes and ones.” Rio paused, contemplating what he’d just done. It was life-changing in every sense of the word, and potentially career-destroying, too. He felt like a reptile shedding old skin. He listened to the sirens in the distance; they never went away. There was too much crime and too many emergencies, but not enough people to respond. “Like, even if I changed my mind right now and deleted my post, someone would’ve already seen it. Someone, somewhere, has already watched my post and knows what I said. Maybe someone has even downloaded a copy. And if logged back on and deleted it now, I’d look like a fuckin’ coward.”

Jay rolled over. “I don’t think you’re a coward,” he said, placing a reassuring hand on Rio’s chest. “Actually, I think you’re extremely fucking brave. I mean, you’re asking people to view you differently to how they’ve viewed you in the past, which is hard enough for anyone in your position. But in your case, it’s also tied up with your career, and I know how hard you’ve worked recently to resurrect it.” He felt Rio’s chest rise and fall underneath the weight of his hand.

“Yeah,” Rio agreed. “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see how people react tomorrow. I’m tryin’ hard not to think about it anymore tonight.” He spooned Jay from behind.

“I love you, Rio, whatever happens.”

“I love you too.”

“I’ll get you a job at the library if I need to.”

“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

Jay reminisced. “Hey, you remember the time you came in to join the library and you asked me, very fucking loudly I might add, where the hardcore porn section was?”

Rio laughed. “Yeah, bruh, I do. That was funny. I’m just glad I didn’t kill that old lady.”

“She was deaf as a fucking post. I heard she made a recovery, but she didn’t hear any of your complaint that the library didn’t store porn mags on its shelves. She passed out because she came across a racy paragraph in the Barbara Cartland novel she was reading.”

“Fuck around and find out,” said Rio. “That Cartland skank had a dirty fuckin’ mind.”

Jay laughed hard. He went to sleep with a gigantic grin on his face.

*

Jay woke alone on Sunday morning — the other side of the bed was vacant.

Rio was already up; he woke with the sun. He poured himself a coffee and logged on, steeling himself for the worst of all possible worlds. He began scrolling through the comments to last night’s post. While there were a few nasty and ignorant comments, most of the feedback from his followers was either neutral or positive. A few people offered praise for the guts he showed in owning his truth, even though he feared for his career in doing so.

Jay padded out to the living room where Rio was sitting with his laptop. “How did it go?”

Rio peered at Jay over the top of his reading glasses. “I’m feeling very relieved, bro.”

Jay sat next to him and gave him a big hug. “I mean, I’ve got a few less followers this morning than I had last night,” Rio continued, “but most of the comments are good.”

So some people had unsubscribed. “Show me?” Jay asked. Rio turned the laptop screen in Jay’s direction.

Jay began scrolling down through Rio’s feed. Some of the negative comments were downright nasty and offensive, but Jay felt way more upset about them than Rio did. He kept his thoughts quiet. This morning was about Rio, and not himself.

Rio pointed at the screen. “Look at this comment, Jay. That’s a word I never thought I’d ever be called.”

Jay knew the pain that six-letter word beginning with the letter F could bring. He’d been on the receiving end of it a few times himself. “I know.”

“You know what? Fuck ’em,” Rio decided. “If people like that have unfollowed me because of what I said, I’m glad they’ve gone. I don’t want people like that as my fans.”

He quietly closed his laptop and made breakfast for Jay and himself. Poached eggs on rye toast, with wilted spinach, hash browns and an abundance of coffee.

They thought no more of it until Rio’s cellphone rang in the middle of the afternoon. He was sitting outside, enjoying a cup of herbal tea, but not doing anything in particular. He picked up his vibrating handset, but he didn’t recognise the caller’s number.

“Hey, Jay,” he hollered, “what does it mean when you get a call from a number with a plus sign in front of it?”

Rather than shouting back, Jay stepped outside to join Rio. “It means it’s an international call. Someone’s calling you from overseas.”

Rio’s phone stopped vibrating — the caller had given up.

“Who the fuck could be calling me from overseas? I don’t even think I know anyone from out of the country.”

Jay shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t ask me.”

“Must be a wrong lara travesti number,” Rio concluded. “Someone’s doin’ an international buttdial. They’re gonna get a surprise when their next bill arrives.”

A few seconds later, Rio’s phone sprang to life again, buzzing loudly. He looked at the screen. “I think it’s the same number, Jay. There’s a plus sign on my screen, followed by 61. So if the plus sign means international, what does 61 mean?”

“Wait a second.” Jay unlocked his own phone and googled international dialling codes. “So, 61 is the international dialling code for Australia. Someone’s calling you from down under.”

Rio looked perplexed. “Who the fuck do I know from Australia?”

His phone rang again. Same number. This time, out of sheer curiosity, he answered. The line wasn’t very clear, but he heard a distant female voice.

“Uhh … yeah … g’day. Am I speaking with Rio?”

“Yeah, I’m Rio. What can I do for you?”

“My name’s Sandy. I’m calling from Australia. I’m a journalist from the Sydney Evening Garbage. I believe we’ve met before. In Fiji. You might remember me.”

Rio put his handset on mute for a second. “Fuck. Jay, it’s that fuckin’ Australian whore with those terrible plastic titties who hounded us on vacation. Remember?” Jay nodded, and Rio returned his attention to the call. “Yeah, I remember you. But how’d you get my fuckin’ number, bitch? My digits are private.”

Sandy’s answer was nonchalant. “I’m a journalist. Phone numbers are easy.” She pressed on with her inquiry. “So, Rio, I follow your Onlyfans account, and I was interested in the post you uploaded last night where you said you were bisexual and that you live with a guy. I was wondering if the guy you mentioned was the business partner you were vacationing with in Fiji.”

Rio wound up. “Listen, whore, I said what I said last night, but I ain’t got nothin’ further to add. My life ain’t none of your goddamn fuckin’ business …”

“I just want to let you know,” interrupted Sandy, “that I took some photos of you both in Fiji. You were splashing around in the pool, throwing a plastic football back and forth to each other in the sun. I think I overheard you talking about libraries. Is your business partner a librarian? I know librarians don’t get paid very much, so I assume that’s why you both shared the same room.”

Rio’s mouth opened, but no words came out.

“I also took some photos of you both when you were watching a football game at the bar one night. You were high-fiving each other and hugging. I guess that means you and your business partner follow the same football team. You both looked happy. Decades ago, people might have described you as having a gay time that night.”

Rio said nothing. He knew precisely what she meant by that word, but he refused to bite.

“So did you enjoy your vacation?”

“Until I met you, I did. Now listen, bitch, I thought I made things clear before. I ain’t your fuckin’ property.”

“I know that, Rio,” she said. “But the photos I took of you and your business partner are still on my phone, and they *are* my property. It’d be a pity if they … you know … got accidentally leaked to the internet.”

Rio wasn’t ashamed about anything. Personally, he couldn’t give a fuck if this sleazy journalist uploaded private pictures of him, but he wanted to protect Jay. He thought hard: nothing in last night’s post mentioned who his partner was. His shoulders sank. “What do you want?” Rio asked.

“An interview. An exclusive one, where I ask you about your … journey. My newspaper will pay you.”

“Listen. Why don’t you write some bullshit ’bout Taylor Swift and leave me the fuck alone.” He ended the call. His face was a scowl.

“What did she say?” asked Jay.

Rio sighed. “She saw my post last night. And she took photos of us in Fiji when we were in the pool, and when we were at the bar watching the Raiders game. She wants to interview me, and threatened to publish the photos she has of us if I don’t agree.”

Jay waited for Rio to continue.

“I’ve got nothing to hide anymore, but you ain’t part of this story and I wanna keep it that way. In my post, I mentioned I lived with a dude, but I didn’t say anything about who you were. So this ain’t about me right now, but about you. I wanna protect you and keep you outta this, but fuck, Jay, this bitch is blackmailing me right now.”

Jay rubbed Rio’s sculpted shoulders. “Fuck, dude, that’s what journalists do. They work in the fucking gutter. But you don’t need to protect me. I don’t care if she publishes those photos either. And if she’s got photos of me, she already knows what I look like, and it’s probably only a matter of time before she learns we did a scene together.”

As if on cue, Rio’s phone received two images. The first was a screenshot of Rio’s huge dick buried in Flower’s ass, with Jay sitting in a chair in the distance, jacking off as he watched. The second was of Jay’s tongue slurping Rio’s thick nut out of Flower’s ass.

“So it’s true,” texted Sandy. lara travestileri “He really *is* your business partner, isn’t he? You’re definitely ‘working together’ if these screenshots are anything to go by.”

Rio showed Jay the screencaps she’d sent. “Fuck, dude,” he said. “That didn’t take long.”

His phone beeped again. “I can’t publish these screencaps,” Sandy messaged. “Besides being a breach of copyright, they’d be too raunchy for my newspaper to print. But there’s nothing stopping me writing about them.”

“If you’re not intimidated by her, neither am I,” declared Jay. “But if you agree to an interview, do it for your own sake, and not mine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

Rio smiled. “Imma fuckin’ skewer this bitch.” He called her back, and she picked up almost immediately.

“Shut yo’ mouth, whore, Rio be talkin’ right now,” he boomed. “Now you fuckin’ listen to my gospel. I ain’t fuckin’ scared of you, or your shitty-ass column or the shitty-ass bullshit rag you write for. Imma agree to an interview wit’ you because it’ll be good for my profile. But Imma name my price. I want a hundred thousand.”

Sandy croaked. “Dollars?”

“Nah, bitch, a hundred thousand grains of sand. Yes, dollars.”

Sandy did some rough math in her head. “American dollars?”

“Well, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout Australian dollarydoos, am I? By the way, I ain’t got nothin’ against fake titties, but you ought to see a lawyer, yours are terrible.”

“I’ll need to … take your proposal … to my editors,” Sandy stammered.

“Yeah, you do that, bitch.” Rio hung up and looked at Jay. “Well, at least she ain’t gonna release those pictures just yet. Fuckin’ whore got somethin’ to think about first.”

Jay felt the need to reassure his partner. “Don’t worry about me. You’ve got no reason to. I’m personally not upset by any of this. Fuck, I mean, nobody knows who I am, so why should I care if those photos get published? Besides, I was a million times more worried about the scene we did, but that’s been released and the world hasn’t ended. I’m still waiting for the awkward phone call from my parents when they eventually find out that I’ve appeared in a porn scene and I’m living with a male pornstar, and having that conversation with my parents worries me way more than anything she can scribble.”

Rio’s phone vibrated with a new call. This time, the number was local, and Rio recognised it. The caller was the producer of his most recent scene. Here it comes: the end of everything. He pressed the green button.

“Hey, dude, wassup,” greeted Rio.

“Hey, Rio, I saw your post last night,” said the producer. “I’ll get straight to the point.”

Rio braced for impact.

“If you’re free, we wanna get you on set for some new scenes,” the producer continued. “We wanna craft a feature-length adult film around you. No pressure, it’ll just be you fuckin’ five different bitches like old times, and then we’ll shoot some continuity to connect the separate scenes.”

Rio’s jaw dropped. “Wait a second. I just need to check. You said you saw my post last night, right?”

“Yeah, I did. Why?” the producer asked.

“Because what you’re saying feels like a step up, and that was the very last thing I expected.” He paused for a second. “Like, I half-expected my career to die today.”

“Why?” asked the producer.

“Because … you’re commissioning me to fuck women when you now know that something about my personal life is … different … and I’ve been hiding it.”

“So what?”

Rio took a deep breath. “So … wait, lemme check … the fact I just told the world I’m bisexual and I sleep with a guy hasn’t changed anything?”

“Not as far as we’re concerned,” said the producer. “You’re an artist, and your canvas is the female body. From our perspective, absolutely nothing has changed.”

Rio blinked in sheer disbelief. “You bein’ fuckin’ serious with me right now, dawg? You ain’t playin’ me?”

“If you doubt my word, you can drive over here right now and sign on the dotted line. Your contract is already printed. You’re gonna be working with Tory, Loni, India, Brigitte, and Flower. If you want to, that is. I know you’ve worked with them all before.”

Rio was completely speechless.

“I’ve spoken with them all earlier today,” continued the producer. “They’ve all watched your post, they understand where you’re at personally, and as long as you pass the regular medical tests, none of them have any concerns about working with you. Flower asked if you’re living with that guy Jay, from the cuck scene you did. She said the three of you went out to dinner after the shoot. She said he was very polite, funny, and cute.”

Rio was smiling so hard his jaw began to ache. “Yeah, that’s him. Jay’s my bro. And I’m 100% in on this project, dude. Absolutely 100%.”

“Sweet,” said the producer. “Like I said, the contract is here for you whenever you’re ready to ink it.”

Rio ended the call and looked at Jay. “I feel like … umm … I feel like I just won the lottery.” There Travesti lara were tears in his eyes.

“Tell me?” asked Jay. He’d only heard half of the conversation.

Rio’s mind was exploding. “I don’t know if I can, but I’ll try to summarise. When I went to bed last night, I thought owning my truth might mean the end of my career, but so far, it’s turning out to be the exact opposite.” He chose his words carefully. “They … they want to make a full-length adult movie based around me.”

Jay beamed. “Fuck, no way.”

Rio nodded. He’d never smiled so hard in his life.

“Are you sure?” Jay queried.

“The producer told me the contract was already printed and was sitting at the front desk waiting for me to sign.”

“This deserves a toast,” said Jay. He scooted inside and pulled two icy beers from the fridge. After flipping the tops off, he brought them back outside. “I’m living with a stone-cold legend of adult entertainment.”

Rio accepted his beer and took a satisfied slug. “Nah, not really. I’m not a legend. I just got lucky.”

Jay took a sip of his ale. “Lucky in what way?”

Rio answered Jay’s question by grabbing his fat junk through his pants.

“Well, yeah, you’ve got an enormous cock,” Jay said, “which I guess was your ticket to ride, but I’m sure your craft requires more than just your natural endowment. I mean, you need to be able to get on well with the cast and crew and make them feel comfortable, you need to have chemistry with the women you’re working with, you need to have patience and stamina, you need to have a sense of humour, and you need to be able to nut on cue. Shit, dude, not many people can muster those skills, and on top of that, I think you’re an excellent actor. I mean, you could probably be an action star. Bruh, you’re not just a legend, you’re the fucking GOAT.”

Rio took a chug of his beer and looked up at the clear blue afternoon sky, feeling privileged to be alive. “I feel like I’m a thousand feet tall right now.”

Jay smiled out the corner of his mouth. “So nearly as tall as your dick, then.”

Rio hugged Jay tight and kissed him hard. “I’m so lucky to have met you.”

“I feel the exact same way about you, Rio.”

Rio grabbed Jay’s hand and led him into the bedroom. They undressed each other slowly, then lay side by side on the mattress. Jay ran his fingertips up and down Rio’s beautiful torso, feeling his sculpted pecs and his tight abdomen muscles. He touched Rio’s beautiful flaccid penis before looking up into Rio’s fiery, dark eyes. “A full-length adult film, huh?”

“That’s what the producer said.”

“We’re gonna need some shelf space for all your Oscars,” Jay joked. He knew there was a similar awards ceremony for porn, but he couldn’t remember what it was called, and right now, it didn’t matter.

Rio chuckled. “I’m gonna be working with Flower again. She remembers you. The producer told me she said you were polite, funny and cute.”

Jay’s heart swelled. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s so fucking sweet! I’ll never forget meeting Flower through my boyfriend!”

The word was out there. Conversation halted, and Jay took his hand away from Rio’s chest. He worried that he’d crossed a line.

“I’m … fuck … I’m really sorry,” stammered Jay. “I know you called me your boyfriend in your post last night, but I don’t know how you feel about me calling you *my* boyfriend.” He paused for a moment, not sure how to proceed. “I mean … that’s definitely how I feel about you … like, to me, you’re my boyfriend … and I’ve felt like that ever since I moved in with you … but if you don’t want me to use that word, I won’t.”

Rio immediately put Jay’s mind at ease. “I’ve just spent the past 24 hours being as honest with myself as I can, so there ain’t no way Imma tell you to be any different. I’m not ’bout to tell you not to use a word that you wanna use. Does that make sense? So yeah, it’s cool. I mean, I never thought I’d be called the F-word, but I also never thought I’d have a boyfriend. It’s a day of extraordinary terminological discoveries.”

“I’m gonna hide that fucking thesaurus from you and your ‘extraordinary terminological discoveries’,” Jay grinned. He’d rarely felt this happy in his life.

“Just for saying that, Imma tickle you to death.” Rio knew exactly where Jay’s ticklish spots were and he zoned in. Jay’s body thrashed and contorted as he tried to hide his vulnerabilties from Rio’s touch, giggling uncontrollably the entire time.

Eventually, Rio showed mercy, and Jay caught his breath. He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, in a state of near-delerium. Ecstasy didn’t feel this good. He tried hard to pull a serious face. “No, but seriously, that thesaurus is in my sights. It’s going down.”

“But have you considered the downside?” asked Rio. “You won’t get to see me wear my reading glasses no more?”

Jay pouted. “Fuck.” Rio’s frames were sexy as hell, and he wasn’t willing to pay that big a price. He turned his mind back to Rio’s upcoming film. “Anyway, so tell me about the movie?”

Rio propped himself up on one elbow. “I don’t know too much. They said it’d be five or six scenes with me fucking different chicks, and they’d shoot some bridging material to stitch the scenes together into a storyline that’s at least semi-coherent.”

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Mike und Ich 19

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Mike und ich neunzehnter Teil (Mike’s Befreiung)

In der letzten Folge haben sich unsere Freunde, nach dem Skilager wieder so richtig gefreut. Konnten sie sich doch gegenseitig so richtig Verwöhnen, die Tatsache, dass sie allein zu Hause sind begünstigte das ganze sogar. Doch beim Saunagang rutschte Mike’s Schwanz zwischen die Latten. Die Freude der Zustimmung von Sven es Anal zu versuchen, brachte ihm eine Latte ein, die nun festklemmt. Die ersten Versuche ihn zu befreien scheiterten.

Nun die Fortsetzung

Mike hat sich so weit verrenkt, dass er einen Blick unter die Liegefläche ausführen konnte. Dabei fragte er, “Was habe ich für ein Problem, dass ich unbedingt Schauen muss”. Er musste sich sichtlich verrenken, dass er einen Blick auf seinen Schwanz ergattern kann.

Wobei ich bereits fragte “Ich habe das Gefühl, dass er einiges länger und dicker ist als ich ihn sonst je gesehen habe, auch habe ich das Gefühl, das deine Eichel kurz vor dem Platzen ist”. (Mike) “Langsam mache ich mir glaube doch sorgen, so habe ich ihn bis jetzt noch nie gesehen”. Mike schaute mich anschliessend besorgt an, “Ups, so gross hatte ich ihn noch nie selbst gesehen, langsam mache ich mir sorgen. Kannst du ihn noch etwas biegen?” Fragte mich Mike. “Wenn ich ehrlich bin, ging es vorher nicht, aber ich versuche es nochmals”. Ich griff mit meiner Handfläche seinen Penis so, dass er es sehen konnte. Wobei ich ziemlich stark daran zog, ohne dass er sich gross verbiege. “Hab keine Angst, dass bringen wir hin, dass wir dich frei kriegen, ohne dass dein Schwanz Schaden nimmt”. “Max, ich vertraue dir, was hast du als nächstes vor”.

Ich überlegte einen kurzen Moment und sagte, “Ist es recht, wenn ich ihn als erstes Mal kühle”, “Die die ist gut, am besten mit etwas möglichst Kaltem”. “Lass mir einen kurzen Moment, ich überlege mir wie wir das am besten machen”.

Nach kurzem Überlegen meinte ich zu Mike, “Ich habe glaube eine Idee, habt ihr in der Nähe einen Eimer?” “Wenn du richtig Werkstatt gehst, ist auf der linken Seite vor der Türe die Putzsachen. Was hast du den vor”. “Ich dachte ich fülle einen Kessel mit Eiswasser und hänge deinen Schwanz rein. In der Hoffnung, dass deine Latte in der Kälte zusammenfällt”. “Gute Idee, versuchen wir es doch Mal”. “Dann werde ich doch die Utensilien zusammentragen”.

Ich machte mich auf dem Weg, um dem Eimer zu holen und ging mit diesem in die Küche. Dort angekommen, leerte ich als erstes das Eis aus der Eismaschine. Den Rest füllte ich mit gekühltem Wasser aus dem Wasserspender.

Mit diesem kalten Wasser/Eis Mischung machte ich mich wieder auf dem Weg zu Mike. Zusätzlich nahm ich noch einen Kochlöffel mit.

Unten angekommen meinte Mike, “In der Hoffnung, dass dies so funktioniert, aber was hast du mit dem Löffel vor?” “Mit dem Schlage ich nun dein deinen Prügel weich”, “Was hast du vor, du willst doch meine Notlage nicht ausnutzen”. “Nein sicher nicht, ich möchte mit ihm Konak travesti den Kessel aufhängen”. “Denn ist ja alles klar”.

Also streifte ich den Kessel mit dem Eiswasser über das Monster von Mike. Wobei ich den Henckel durch zwei Latten vor Mike’s Schwanz durchschob, dabei hoffe ich, dass ich den Henckel mit dem Löffel arretieren kann, bevor sein Schwanz am Boden des Kessels ansteht. Das gelingt mit auf Anhieb.

Nach einer Weile fragte ich Mike “Wie sieht es aus spürst du schon etwas?” “Nein, leider immer noch das Taube Gefühl. Kannst du mal schauen, wie es sich anfühlt”. Ich griff mit meiner Hand in den Kessel an das Monster von Mike. “Ich habe noch nicht das Gefühl, dass sich etwas geändert hat. Er ist immer noch Steinhardt”. “Okay, ich glaube wir sollten langsam über einen Plan B nachdenken, oder was meinst du”. “Das ist sicher nicht verkehrt”.

Nach einer Denkpause von mir griff ich nochmals den Prügel von Mike. “So wie ich das sehe ist dein Schwanz noch kein Stück weicher geworden”. “Er fühlt sich immer noch sehr Taub an, ich kann dir dazu leider leine Auskunft geben”. “Also zum Plan B. Ich denke es sollte möglich sein, die Holzlatten, die bei deinen Füssen sind zu lösen. Anschliessend könnte man sie etwas auseinanderziehen, so würde dein Schwanz vermutlich frei werden”.

“Das Klingt doch nach einem vernünftigen Plan B, gut bist du ein begnadeter Handwerker”. “Wenn es dir recht ist, werde ich das Werkzeug mal zusammensuchen”. “Ist für mich in Ordnung, wenn du etwas nicht findest, melde dich einfach”, “Okay, mache ich doch”.

Ich machte mich nun auf dem Weg in die Werkstatt, dort wurde ich fündig. Neben einem Akkuschrauber mit dem dazugehörigen Einsatz, habe ich auch noch Holzkeile und einen Hammer gefunden und mitgenommen.

Ich ging zurück zu Mike, “und ist eine Veränderung Spürbar?” “Leider nein, er fühlt sich immer noch Taub an. Was meinst du, wenn du nach ihm greifst?”. Ich griff erneut nach seinem Schwanz, “Keine Änderung, der ist immer noch Steinhardt. Ist es dir recht, wenn beginne den Lattenrost du lösen?” “Ja, ist mir recht, langsam mache ich mir sorgen und ich will hier raus”.

Unverzüglich begann ich die ersten Schrauben, der Latten zu lösen an denen Mike’s Schwanz klemmt. Mit etwas Verrenkungen von Mike konnte ich schliesslich sogar alle Schrauben lösen und Mike konnte seinen Schwanz aus dem Rost ziehen.

Nach dem Aufstehen nahm er seinen Schwanz behutsam mit der Hand. “Danke dir für meine Befreiung. So extrem steif und gross war er noch nie”. “Keine Ursache, ich gehe davon aus, dass du für mich dasselbe machst”.

Mike’s verzog sein Gesicht, ich vermute das sein Gefühl im Schwanz langsam zurückkommt und er Schmerzen verspürt. Sein Schwanz wurde auch wieder langsam kleiner, bis zur erst auf sein normalen Steifen Grösse schrumpfte. Mike atmete etwas auf und seine Latte lies schliesslich ganz nach. Als sein Penis sich richtig Boden neigte, lief Konak travestileri ihm das Sperma aus seiner Eichel. Ich vermute, dass dieses noch von meiner Wichserei, in den Schwanz gespritzt wurde, aber durch die Druckstelle die Harnröhre nicht passieren konnte.

Mike stellte sich unter die Dusche, um sich das Sperma abzuwaschen und setzte sich anschliessend in der Garderobe hin. “Zurzeit kann ich für dich vermutlich nichts machen. Ich werde daher die Sauna wieder instand setzen”. “Ist in Ordnung, ich möchte meinem Schwanz noch etwas Zeit zum Erholen geben, bevor ich ihn Untersuche”.

Ich ging in die Sauna, und schraubte die Latten wieder an, anschliessend versorgte ich das Werkzeug wieder, dort wo ich es herholte. Anschliessend setzte ich mich zu Mike.

Er nahm mich in den Arm und meinte “Danke, keine Ahnung wie das Ausgegangen wäre, wenn du nicht hier gewesen währst”. ” Das kann ich dir auch nicht sagen. Aber ich habe dich gerne unterstützt. Hast du eigentlich Schmerzen?” “Ja, ein wenig, aber es wird langsam besser”.

Nach einer Weile meinte Mike “Er ist wieder aufgetaut und die Schmerzen lassen nach. Langsam habe ich Hunger, wie sieht es bei dir aus?” “Also ich hätte nicht dagegen, ich etwas zwischen die Zähne kriege”. „Das ist eine gute Idee, ich habe auch langsam Hunger”.

Wir machten uns auf dem Weg in die Küche, im Kühlschrank war eine vorbereitete Mahlzeit, die wir nun in der Mikrowelle wärmten.

Während dem Essen fragte mich Mike „Hast du Lust nachher einen Actionstreifen zu schauen?” „Wieso nicht, gerne”.

Wir gingen anschliessend in das zweite Wohnzimmer, an welchem neben einer grossen Leinwand auch ein top Soundanlage installiert ist. Mike zeigte mir welche Filme zur Auswahl standen. Ich konnte mich kaum entscheidend, die Auswahl ist einfach riesig.

Wir konnten uns auf einen Streifen einigen und er bereitete die Technik vor. Wir setzen uns auf zu zweit Nackt auf ein Sofa, um den Streifen zu sehen. Aufgrund das wir immer noch nackt waren, griff ich vorsichtig Richtung Mike’s Schwanz. „Ist bei euch alles wieder in Ordnung?” „Bis jetzt fühlt es sich wieder normal an”.

Durch meine vorsichtige Berührung bemerkte ich, dass sein Penis wieder langsam an der Länge zulegte, Mike lies mich Gewehren. „Hast du noch Schmerzen, soll ich aufhören, bevor er Komplet steif ist?”, „Nein mach nur weiter, ich glaube, dass er keinen bleibenden Schäden hat. Aber einfach etwas behutsam, soweit du dich etwas zurückhalten kannst”. „Mache ich doch”.

Ich machte also Behutsam weiter mit dem Wichsen, seines immer länger werdenden Schwanzes. Bis dieser wider seine komplette Grösse erreicht hat.

„So wie ich das sehe, ist er wieder normal”, „Da bin ich doch erleichtert. Lass mich noch ein paar Tücher holen, bevor wir hier alles vollspritzen “, meint Mike und drückte die Pausentaste.

Er ging anschliessen, um ein paar Tücher zu holen. Ich genoss es zu sehen wie Travesti konak sein Monster waagerecht von ihm Abstand, am liebsten wäre ich gleich nachgegangen um diesen. Prügel zu verwöhnen.

Er Kamm mit ein paar Tücher wieder zurück und setzte sich wieder neben mich, wobei er direkt nach meinem Schwanz griff, der inzwischen auch vollkommen ausgefahren war.

Der Film wurde zur Nebensache, hatten wir uns doch gegenseitig verwöhnt. Wobei wir mit den Tüchern versuchte, die Sauerei etwas in Zaun zu halten.

Wir gingen anschliessend in das Zimmer von Mike, ich hatte immer noch einen Steifen zu bieten, wobei Mike’s Monster wieder in sich zusammengefallen ist.

Im Zimmer angenommen meinte Mike „Wie ich sehe ist deiner immer noch einsatzbereit, darf ich ihn mal Einführen?” „Wieso nicht, dies ist auch eine neue Erfahrung für mich”.

Ich legte mich auf sein Bett, Wobei Mike sich so über mich platzierte, dass er sich meinen Schwanz in seinen Hintern einführen konnte. Er gilt dabei rauf und runter. „Wow, was für ein Gefühl. Einfach Geil”. Ich stöhnte und meinte zwischendurch „Du hast recht, das ist einfach Geil”.

Ich spritze ihn ihm ab und mein Schwanz verlor an seiner Steife und zog sich wieder zu meiner schlaffen Grösse zusammen.

Er stieg wieder von mir herunter, und legte sich neben mich in sein grosses Bett. Wir genossen den Moment und küssten uns. Aufgrund das die Zeit bereits fortgeschritten ist und wir am anderen Tag wieder in die Schule mussten, machten wir nicht mehr viel.

Am Morgen danach, duschten wir zusammen, mit Genuss seifte ich Mike und vor allem seinen Penis ein, durch meine Berührungen an seinem Monster richtete sich Mike’s Penis wieder zu einer Riesen Latte. Auch mein kleiner Freund blieb bei der Aktion nicht hängen.

Wir holten und gegenseitig einen herunter, so dass unsere Schwänze wieder zur normalen Grösse zurückfanden. Nach dem Frühstück gingen wir gemeinsam in die Schule.

Auf dem Weg zu Schule oder besser gesagt, bereits am Morgentisch, Kamm wieder Sven zur Sprache. Es geht immer noch darum, herauszufinden, ob er auch auf Jungs steht oder wenigstens Bi ist. Auch Jonas Schwanz hätten wir gerne mal in seiner vollen Pracht gesehen.

(Mike) „Was meinst du, sollen wir, wenn Jonas und Sven dabei ist, über das Skilager sprechen. Eventuell können wir das Gespräch auf die Penislängen richten und auf Raimunds Demütigung kommen”. „wäre eine Möglichkeit, was hast du vor, möchtest du ihn fragen, ob er auch mitgemacht hätte?” „In etwa so, je nach dem hätten wir ihn über seine Länge Fragen können”. „Ich bin mir nicht ganz sicher, ob das nicht zu gewagt ist. Sollen wir nicht zuerst mit Sven beginnen. Wir können anschliessen über ihn Richtung Jonas gehen. Aber wenn du möchtest, unterstütze dich bei deinem jetzigen Vorhaben auch schon”. „Du hast vermutlich recht, wir sind schon so lange an diesem Punkt, da sollte eine weitere Verspätung auch nicht stören”.

Aufgrund das wir auf dem Weg zur Schule noch weitere Kollegen getroffen haben, haben wir das Thema gewechselt.

Ende Teil neunzehn

Für welche Option sich unsere Freunde schlussendlich Entscheiden, um Sven und auch näher an Jonas zu kommen, schreibe ich in der nächsten Folge.

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The Lone Ranger and the Ho

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Girlfriend

“Oooo. Girl, you’ve got one fine apple booty!”

Natalie shrieked and grabbed her towel to cover herself before turning to her roommate, who had just come through the door.

“Jesus, Shawna, you scared me!”

“Sorry, Nat. Didn’t know you were getting dressed.”

“Well, I am. Maybe you could, uh, look away for a few seconds while I get something on.”

“And miss that booty? Hell no! Where have you been hiding it, anyway?”

“I’m not hiding anything, I just prefer to dress modestly, you know.”

“Modestly? Girl, you wear sweat suits ninety percent of the time and the other ten you’ve got on a flannel shirt and overalls.”

“That’s what I like.”

“I know, but with what I saw, you should be struttin’ your stuff.”

“You know I’m not like that.”

“Yeah, I know. Here,” she said as she approached her roomie, “Let’s see what else you’ve got.”

“Shawna! You’re embarrassing me! Now let me get dressed.”

“Nope,” she said with a big grin, “You’re gonna have to get dressed with me sitting here and watching. That little towel can’t cover you forever, you know.”

“I’m beginning to wonder about you and what team you bat for.”

“Oh, I play with guys’ bats,” she laughed, “Believe me. I just wanna see what you’ve been hiding all these weeks.”

Natalie was a freshman at Downstate U and had been sharing a dorm room with the frisky and, at times, sassy black sophomore Shawna. For the six weeks they lived together, they had bonded nicely even though they had different majors and vastly different backgrounds. Natalie was extremely modest and always changed clothes in a cubicle in the shower room or when Shawna was out of their room. And Shawna’s bursting into their room was the first time Natalie had been seen undressed.

“I’m not hiding, I’m just…”

“Come on. You are too hiding. Let me see that cute little ass of yours. I can wait all day,” she giggled.

“Promise you won’t laugh?”

“Laugh? Girl, from what I saw, I’ll probably die of envy. Come on, drop the towel. Get it over with.”

After taking in a deep breath to calm her nerves but with her heart racing, Natalie stood up, faced her roomie and slowly brought the towel down to her side. There was silence as Shawna looked at her, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

“Holy shit, Nat. You are, your bod is some kinda special. Girl, you’re beautiful.”

“Oh, I’m not, I mean…”

“Shit, don’t talk that way ’bout yourself. Here, let’s put you in front of this mirror and check things out.” Shawna took Natalie by the hand and led her to the full-length mirror on the back of the closet door. Standing behind her and gently placing hands on the shoulders, Shawna lightly shook her roommate to get her to look up at the mirror.

“OK, let’s take it from the top. Hair: Not bad, not bad at all. Full, curly, brunette. You normally wear it in a pony tail but right now, it looks full and luscious. I bet if you wore it up off your neck in some kinda twist, you’d look sexy as hell.”

“Mmm.”

“Now, your face, I’ve always liked your face. Blue eyes, cute button nose and dimples when you smile. Nicer when you’re wearing contacts. God, I’m surprised the guys haven’t come after you…oh wait, they can’t get past your frumpy clothes.”

“They’re not frumpy, they’re…”

“Frumpy! Admit it: Your clothes are a major guy repellent. Now, on to the girls. You’ve got some serious guy bait there, if only they knew about them. Nice sized, way more than a handful but not huge and droopy. Firm. God, I just love those little nips and how they stick out. Show those off with a nice, thin top and I’ll have to pry the guys off you.”

“You think they’re OK?”

“OK? OK? What did I just say? Major guy bait. Your ta-tas put half the Sports Illustrated models to shame…and the other half wouldn’t even try to compete. If I was into women, I’d so be into these girls. Now, further south you’ve got a toned, flat tummy I’d die to have. I’ve got five pounds of flab I can’t get rid of but yours…Jeez.”

“I never knew tummies were so important.”

“Well, they are. Now, further down you’ve got some serious curves with your hips. You got the hourglass thing down perfect. Nice hips but not flabby. And look! Same with your walking sticks.”

“Walking sticks?”

“Legs! Your legs are curvy, toned and not an ounce of cellulite. Shit, making me envious all the sudden. Now, back up to the main event. Your cooch.”

“Shaw, this is so embarrassing,” she said as she tried to cover herself.

Playfully slapping at Natalie’s hands, Shawna went on, “Get those hands away. Let’s see. Carpet matches the drapes, that’s good, but there is a little too much carpet, don’t you think?”

“But if no one’s gonna see, why should I shave or anything?”

“Girl, you’re at college. You never know when you suddenly will be with a guy and you want him to go downtown. Never hurts to be ready.”

“But I don’t want to shave it all.”

“Then don’t. Most girls I know shave the lips and trim the fur above, you know, Bornova travesti keep it tidy.”

“Isn’t shaving kinda hard…and dangerous?”

“Like everything else, it takes a little practice. Once you’re good at it, it’ll just be part of your shower thing. Now, for the best part. Turn around and hold this mirror. Look at your apple ass.”

“Apple ass?”

“Yeah, apple ass. Round, firm, sweet and so juicy guys will want to eat it.”

“Ewww.”

“Nat, it’s just an expression but your ass is a world class ass. I think mine, like a lot of my sisters’, is too big, but I still get attention. But yours! If the guys only knew what you have hidden in your sweats, I’d have to sleep in the hall so I wouldn’t have to listen to you goin’ at it.”

“So, you’re saying…?”

“What I’m saying is you’re a solid ‘nine’ and with some grooming, work on your hair and makeup, you’d be a smoking ‘ten,’ that’s what I’m saying.”

The response was a soft, “Really?”

“Yes. Really. Now, go ahead and get dressed and then we need to do some serious planning for you…Wait! Wait a goddamn second! Granny panties? Nat! No! You can’t be serious! Not granny panties!”

“They’re, they’re all I got. I like ’em. Comfortable.”

“OK, OK. Put ’em on but you and I are going shopping tomorrow. You can’t be wearing those…and what, what is that?”

“My bra?”

“That’s not a bra, that’s a full chest body armor. No wonder I never knew you had such nice girls. You keep ’em all hidden and squished. Come on, put a nicer bra on, at least.”

“This is all I’ve got, well this kind and my sports bras”

“Sally’s Slinkies, here we come. When are you done with classes tomorrow?”

“Two thirty.”

“Good, meet me here at a quarter to three and bring your credit card. Girl, we’ve got work to do.”

That night, while Shawna slumbered softly in her bed across the room, Natalie lay awake thinking about the day. She had always been modest once she hit puberty. She liked guys but was shy around them. During the last few years of high school, she had gradually adopted a clothing style mainly to deflect unwanted attention from some of the jerks who thought themselves God’s gift to women. Still, she had dated a few times in high school, nothing wild or passionate, and even went to her senior prom with Irving, a pimple-faced nerd who got too handsy during the slow dances. Once most of the jerks and jocks ignored her, she was far happier and continued to wear similar clothes at the U.

But Shawna had opened her eyes. Sure, it had been shocking and embarrassing, but for the first time, Natalie realized she might be attractive, truly attractive. Shawna had even said ‘beautiful.’ She had assumed jerks in high school were envious of her smarts, her GPA and her valedictorian status but maybe they were more interested in her looks, after all. Eventually, sleep won over her racing mind though her dreams kept taking her back to being naked, not in front of Shawna but in front of her entire biochemistry class.

Sally’s Slinkies, located in a strip mall near the campus, featured several mannequins wearing the skimpiest underclothing imaginable. Natalie’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she realized a woman wearing such undies would be next to naked. ‘Might as well go commando,’ she thought.

“Come on, Girl,” said Shawna as she grabbed Nat’s hand and nearly dragged her into the shop. “Hi, Sally, we’re here to fix this girl up!”

“Oh, I’m not Sally, there’s no Sally, actually. I’m Mandy. What can I do to help you today?”

“Mandy, this is my roomie Natalie and she needs a complete makeover in the panties and bra world. She wears, well, forget what she has on now, but we want to see what you got.”

“Hi, Natalie. What size are you, anyway?”

“Uh, I usually wear a small or medium for panties.”

“OK, let’s do a quick waist measurement. Come in back here where I can measure you. Here, slip off your clothes and I’ll be right with you.”

In the dressing room Natalie stood for a few nervous seconds wondering how much to take off before she heard Shawna and Mandy walking towards her. Once the curtain was pulled back, there was a sickening silence as Mandy eyed her.

“Uh, Natalie, I need you to take, uh, take those things off.”

“Everything?” she squeaked.

“Everything. And we will take them outside and burn them for you for no extra charge,” she snickered. “Now, off with them.”

Natalie reluctantly stripped, dropped her things onto the chair and turned, facing the clerk.

“You’re quite attractive, know that?”

“Um, I guess.”

“No, seriously. Your figure is to die for.”

“See, Nat? I told you that yesterday.”

“So, you two an item?”

“No!” exclaimed Natalie, “We’re roomies at the U.”

“Oh, well, good. Here, let’s get started. Undies are the easiest. Let’s see, your waist is, uh huh, got it and just for good measure I’ll check your tush size.”

“You need that?”

“Sometimes. So, what are you looking for.”

Shawna Bornova travestileri spoke up, “She wants a package of thongs, some boy shorts and some bikini style panties.”

“Good choice, nice variety. OK, let me go get some for you. Any favorite colors?”

“White?”

“Now, Honey, white is so…, well, you need some variety. And colors are very important when you go to take off your clothes. You want there to be some excitement for your guy, now, don’t you?”

“I guess. I don’t have a guy…”

“And Nat, you won’t get one if you don’t try something new,” opined Shawna.

Still completely naked, Natalie stood nervously in the dressing room while the other two went to grab some samples. When they came back, each was carrying a pile of clothing.

“OK, Natalie, look at these. First, we’ll go with the boy shorts. These are popular and we’ve got them on sale today; buy two and get one free. Here, slip one on.”

After pulling them up her legs and snugging them to her crotch, Natalie looked in the mirror. “These feel fine.”

“And, Girl, they look great,” added Shawna, “Get three pairs, at least.”

They stood there picking out two other sets before turning back to Mandy.

“Now, Natalie, I’ve got a whole selection of bikini styles. Look through these and let me know which ones you might like.”

“They all look kinda small. Uh, how about these and these?”

“Great! Try them on.”

As she stood there nude slipping on and off several pairs of underwear, Natalie thought about how one day before she had hidden behind a towel from her roomie and now was buck naked in front of Shawna and a total stranger like it was nothing. “Uh, I like these two and that one over there.”

“OK, I’ll put them in your pile. Now, on to the thongs. Uh, before I go any further, can I ask about your hair, uh…”

“Yeah, Shawna says I need to groom.”

“Good, because excess hair with the bikini briefs looks weird but with a thong, well, it’s kinda gross. Here, look at these three basic styles.”

“Styles? I thought a thong was a thong.”

“Well, look here. These are fairly simple, these go way up over the hips, these have nothing but a string, or as we call it ‘floss’ in back while these have a bit more cloth, almost a little triangle in back. I recommend you get one of each major style and once you’ve decided which one you like the most, you can come back for more. OK?”

“‘K.”

She grabbed a few thongs to add to her pile and turned back to Mandy.

“Now, for the fun part. Your bras. Let’s get you measured. We do a chest circumference, a circumference including your boobs, nice ones, by the way, and exclusive to our store, we have these cup measures.” She held out a tray of a few dozen cone-shaped silicone cups.

“Cup measures?”

“Yeah, cup measure. You know, probably ninety percent of women are walking around with the wrong sized bras on while the other ten percent are going without,” she laughed, “But we believe in making them fit right. Here, may I?” She reached up and gently lifted one breast into a round, cup-like device. She tried another and finally a third. “OK, I’ve got your measurements, let me see what we’ve got.”

While she was gone, Natalie looked at Shawna and began to giggle.

“What?”

“Look at me! Yesterday I hid behind a towel and today…”

“Yeah, you’ve done a lot of growing up.”

“OK, Natalie, I’ve got about seven styles for you to try. I’m going to leave you two and let you figure out which ones are the best. I’ll come back and make sure they’re a good fit.”

After trying them all on, Natalie decided on four bras. Mandy approved three of them but pointed out one didn’t fit quite right and recommended another size in the same style. Shawna spoke up, “Nat, you need one bra that says ‘I’m sexy, look at me.’ Do you have any like that?” she asked of Mandy.

“Of course. Hmm, like I said, nice boobs. We could go with a little one that’s so thin you can see right through it. It also lifts a little and will bring the girls together, too. Makes the cleavage nicer. It goes by the initials ‘GF.'”

“GF?”

“Yeah. It stands for ‘Girl’s Friend’ but I like to call it ‘Guaranteed Fuck’.”

Shawna laughed, “I like it. Maybe I’ll get one someday. Go ahead, Nat, try one on.”

It fit perfectly. Her boobs, already attractive, looked great. Her cleavage was more prominent and her nipples teasingly poked through the thin cloth.

“I guess I’ll take it,” murmured Natalie.

“Guess? Girl, that bra is perfect. She’s right, that is a guaranteed fuck. Wear a low top and lean over and there’s not a straight guy on the planet who wouldn’t try to get you in the sack.”

“Shawna, you know I’m not like that…”

“Maybe not yet, but that’s what college is for; learning new things and growing up. And with this bra, shit, Girl, you look all grown up!”

On their way back to campus, Shawna brought up the other issue about clothes. “You’re gonna need some nice clothes to go with this Travesti bornova stuff. Can’t be wearing sweats and overalls all the time.” Natalie agreed to go clothes shopping eventually but insisted on simple things like jeans and blouses. “Tight jeans and a blouse unbuttoned over your GF bra, yeah, that’ll work just fine!”

“I’ve blown my budget for this month. I’ll get used to these for now and maybe in a month or so I can get some new clothes and I’ll ask for clothes for Christmas.”

“Well, Girl, at least I’ve got you started in the right direction.”

Over the next few weeks Natalie got more comfortable in her new underwear. She also began to tidy up downstairs by shaving her lips and trimming her muff down to a cute little triangle which was hidden by her new panties and even the thongs. She realized she was developing a new sense of confidence in herself and her looks. Shawna loaned her a few tops to wear which, when paired with Natalie’s only pair of jeans, gave her a slightly new look. Rather than tying her hair up in a simple ponytail, she would wear it loose, showing off her natural curls. She used some subtle makeup, as well.

And some guys noticed. In her biochem class, she could tell a fellow in the next seat would turn his head slightly in her direction while pretending to pay attention to the prof. And a guy in her calculus class would hang out by the door at the end of the class and casually walk with her back to the dorm. Neither were what she would call hot but it was reassuring, nonetheless.

—–

“Nat, it’s party time!” said Shawna as she crashed into their room one afternoon late in October.”

“Party? You know I don’t do parties.”

“Yeah, but it’s Halloween and you’re gonna party. I insist. It’s time to get you dressed up and strut your stuff. People will be havin’ fun and maybe you’ll get lucky.”

“Shawna, you know I won’t sleep with some casual guy. I’ve got to like him, spend time with him and then maybe one day I’ll think about it.”

“Oh, I get it that you want to punch your V-card to someone special but it never hurts to have a little fun in the meantime.”

“V-card?”

“Virginity.”

“How do you know I’m a, uh…?”

“Well, you are, aren’t you?”

“Uh, well, yeah.”

“Look. It’s OK if you’re a virgin. It’s your choice. But you need to get out there and see what’s available. And you can still have fun with guys; dancin’, kissin’, strokin’, jerkin’; well, you get the idea.”

“If you think I’m gonna casually jerk some guy off, you’re crazy.”

“Even if he is willing to paint your taco?”

“Shawna, jeez, I can’t believe you.”

“OK, you don’t have to and I’m not gonna force the issue. You’re you and you gotta be true to yourself. But I insist you go to a Halloween party with me. Now, what will you be, huh?”

“What are you going as?”

“I was thinking maybe a ho. A big, black ho. You know; heels, fishnet stockings, short slutty dress showing off the girls and lots of makeup.”

“You’d be quite the sight.”

“Just as long as I catch the right guy’s attention.”

“Is it always about guys with you?”

“Pretty much, at least at a party. Get some attention. Give some attention. Maybe enjoy being up close and personal, if you know what I mean and I think you do. Now, what are we going to do with you?”

“I dunno. Maybe I’ll stay here and relax, watch a movie…”

“No, Girl, you are coming with me and for once you are gonna strut your stuff! All we gotta do is come up with an idea. Wait, how about a princess, you know, long, off-the-shoulders top showing off those fantastic boobies?”

“Nope. Uh-uh. Too expensive anyway.”

“You can rent the dress.”

“Still, no.”

“Huh. Well, wait! I know! You and me, we’re gonna go as ‘Sista Hos.’ Same kind of dress, stockings and we’ll make up your face so no one recognizes you. You know, tons of makeup, glitter, lots of lipstick.”

“Shawna, I’m not going as a whore!”

“Not a whore, Silly, a ho!”

“Still…”

“OK, here’s the deal. We’ll get ourselves ready together and after we’re done and only after we’re done can you say ‘no.’ But you gotta get dressed up. I insist. You’re in college now and it’s time to grow up, experience new things. Got it?”

“Maybe…”

“No maybes! I’ll borrow a dress for you from one of my friends and you’re gonna do it. Decision made.”

—–

On Halloween afternoon, Natalie finished her homework early so she’d have plenty of time to dress up. She was nervous about going but was glad Shawna would be with her. She’d feel much better knowing she’d not be the only one dressed up as a whore. She showered, shaved her legs and, somewhat nervously, her lips below, something she was slowly getting used to. She and Shawna quickly hit the cafeteria for dinner before heading back upstairs to get dressed.

“OK! Ready?”

“No, I don’t think I’ll ever be ready for this.”

“Girl, you’ll be fine. OK, here’s your dress. Put on your skimpiest thong and see how this fits.”

“Which bra?”

“Bra? You ain’t wearing no bra! You want to find a guy and you can’t do it with a bra on. You want to let ’em spill over the top and…”

“I’m not looking for a guy!”

“Girl, we is all lookin’ for a guy,” intoned Shawna with her best imitation of sluttish talk.

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My neighbor loved when I called him daddy. He wasn’t my daddy at all. He wasn’t ever related to me. If his kids found out we would both be in big trouble. If my Mom found out I was fooling around with Mr. Davies and calling him Daddy, she probably wouldn’t let me out of the house again. If she found out he was fooling around with her son, she would probably kill him.

It wasn’t just about sex with him. I knew how much he really loved me. I pretended to be into girls and he pretended he was straight. His wife left him ten years ago, and he hadn’t been with anyone since. Well, that isn’t completely true.

Sometimes at night I would close my eyes, and imagine his big manly arms wrapped tight around my tight teenage body. I would pretend I was on top of his hairy chest, slowly having him finish inside of me. I knew how much he would enjoy that. I missed him so much every night. He was so close, but so forbidden.

We usually fooled around when his kids were in school. It was always such a rush, knowing someone could catch us any moment. We usually fooled around on his couch in the basement. We knew we needed to be quick. I loved the way he grunted when he would shoot all over my face smooth pink lips while I toyed with his hard nipples.

He didn’t seem to like kissing all that much. I wish he would kiss me more, or at least use some tongue instead of just peck me on the lips. I pretending to be into girls, but really I was into beefy and hairy men. He was the type of guy that would instantly make me hard.

In the summer I would help him do a bit of garden work. I would always wear a white tank top and short shorts. I did my best to show him my somewhat masculine body. Of course, he pretended not to stare at me. I knew he couldn’t take his eyes off of me. I never wore underwear when I would work in his garden. I knew he was staring at me under those tinted glasses. I knew he was checking my tight ass out when nobody was paying attention.

He always wore the same thing when we would garden. He wore green cargo shorts and an oversized red T-shirt. He always paid me well when were done the work. He knew I was heading off to college in September and needed the money.

After a few hours of helping him with his yard work, we would sit down and grab a beer. We sit at the side of his house in one of his lawn chairs. Those old metal ones that always burnt your skin. Of course we both wanted to fool around, but there were always people around watching us.

After a few cold ones, he would shake my hand and thank me. He would always pay me way too much. I head across his yard knowing that he was peeking out at me under those shades. I slowly took my dirty mud-covered clothes off and headed into the shower.

I would stroke myself up and down just thinking about him. I wonder if he knew I was peeking out of the small bathroom mirror at him asleep in his chair. I bet he was hard from staring at my tight ass all day. I can’t believe just thinking about this old beefy dad would Dikmen travesti take me to completion.

I couldn’t believe my mom didn’t trust me staying home alone for the weekend. I was eighteen, and worked two jobs. I was heading off to college on my own. She wasn’t sure what to do. We didn’t have too many options. My eyes lit up when she asked me what I thought about staying with Mr. Davies. I couldn’t wait to be naked with him. If only she knew what was about to happen.

We argued back and forth. I pretended that she was treating me like a child, and I should be allowed to stay home by myself. I went up to the washroom and peeked out the window. There he was sunning in his chair. The cold six-pack next to him looked so inviting. My mom smiled as I went outside to talk with him, she loved being right. She had no idea that I was barely able to walk because I was so hard.

He glanced down at me as I adjusted my little black shorts, doing my best to hide my raging hard on. His eyes grew wider as he stared down at me, gulping down his cold beer. I wanted him so bad. The next week was going to be torture. I barely had to ask him, I knew he was hard under those cargoes.

Finally, it was Friday night. My mom made sure I packed a small backpack with a change of clothes. I couldn’t believe she still treated me like a child. I almost wanted to tell her I was going to be making sweet love with neighbor she trusted so much. I wanted to tell he was going to fuck me. Yes, your son you don’t trust is getting slammed by the neighbor. You know, that neighbor, the one who you go to church with.

I knew not to ring the bell. He was pretty strict about getting his kids to bed by eight. He slowly led me down to basement were he prepared a bed for me. I was starting to get a bit sad, thinking he would leave me alone. I really wanted to make love to him. He sat down on the bed and kissed me softly on the lips. I was surprised he always pushed me away when we kissed.

“Get naked for daddy, I’m just going to check on the kids,” I quickly took my clothes off under the blanket while I waited for him to come back. I wasn’t long before he came back to the basement. He was wearing a long bathrobe. He quickly threw it on the floor and got under the blanket to join me. He was completely naked under the bathrobe. I was already hard as rock when he started gently stroking me up and down. I kissed him on the lips again. I couldn’t believe he was kissing me so much, and so passionately. I thought he hated kissing me. He always pushed away when I tried to kiss him.

I wanted to taste him so badly. I got up and slowly put him in my mouth. He kept getting harder and harder in my mouth. I loved making my daddy happy. I stroked him up and down while slapping my tongue against him. He wasn’t massive, but he certainly was thick. He pushed my curly blonde hair hard against his cock. I was surprised I was able to fit the whole thing in my hungry mouth.

l slid my hands all over his Dikmen travestileri hairy chest and played with man boobs while he got harder in my mouth. He loved when I pinched his nipples hard. He would just lie there and close his eyes tight, hopefully dreaming of going inside me. I never felt him this hard before.

He got up off the bed and grabbed his bathroom, closing it tight. I looked at him all confused, my mouth dripping with his saliva, my blue puppy eyes begging for his cock. “I forgot something” he said, quickly going up the stairs. I went back under the covers and jerked myself off. Thinking he would forget about me. He slowly came back down the stairs, and had a small container in his hand. I remembered why I called him Daddy.

He pressed himself between my ass cheeks ass he gently massaged my upper back. I could feel him gliding between my smooth ass cheeks. He leaned back and dripped a warm liquid onto himself. He teased himself slowly between my cheeks. I wanted to tell him about the little blue toy I’d been using to get ready for him. My hole was stretched and ready for a big hairy daddy.

He pushed his finger slowly in and of me. He was probably thinking it was like last time. Last time he couldn’t even get a finger inside. I gasped with pleasure as he pushed a second finger in me. I could feel the bed shake as he jerked himself off just above me. He took his finger out of me, and pushed his big sweaty body against mine. “Are you ready for daddy?” he whispered quietly in my ear.

Last time he went in it hurt so much. I didn’t want to disappoint him. I also wanted to feel him all the way inside me. He pushed a pillow underneath me, and slowly pushed inside me. He was so much thicker then my toy. I was sure I would tell him to stop, I was sure I’d be in so much pain.

He grabbed the headboard and pushed deeper inside me. I was surprised at how amazing he felt. I stuck my head deep into the pillow, doing my best to muffle my moans. I turned around and kissed him passionately while he hit spots I didn’t know existed. We kept kissing as he went a little bit faster in me, he was hitting my spot.

He stopped for a second and pushed himself all the way in me. He kissed me softly below my ear, and exploded in me. I gasped and moaned into my pillow as I felt another warm sensation shooting deep inside me. His body shook up and down, pushing further into me again. I didn’t want him to stop so soon.

Daddy slowly pulled himself out of me, and lay on the bed next to my warm naked body. I gently stroked his still throbbing cock, and licked the rest of it off of him. I was a little sad that he wasn’t hard, I wanted to ride him. I wanted to have him grab me while I rode him up and down.

He reached down and stroked me up and down. I knew how much he liked me giving head, but he was so tired and sweaty. I gently bit his little pink nipples doing my best to get his attention.

Was I dreaming? This hot hairy dad was pressed on my Travesti dikmen naked body under the blanket. I closed my eyes tight. I wanted to feel all of him. His sweating heaving body pushed up against me. He kissed me like I’d never been kissed before. I wrapped my legs around him, opening my big blue eyes to see his red sweaty beard greet me. I reached down and tried to jerk myself off, I was so fucking horny. I was such an animal.

He grabbed my hands and pinned me down against the bed. Daddy slowly made his way down my body. He slowly licked my smooth chest up and down. He bit my nipples softly but hard enough to make me squirm and moan. I spread my legs wide open eagerly waiting for him. I was the tease of a lifetime.

I felt his soft warm tongue go up and down my inner thighs. He pushed my hands away as I tried to stroke myself. He gently stroked me up and down as he softly sucked on my swollen balls.

He slowly licked me up and down, while his gently squeezed my swollen balls. He licked the bit of pre-come off me, and slowly sucked me up and down. I glanced down at the hairy daddy slowly sucking me off, I couldn’t hold out much longer. I tried to reach down and stroke myself. He grabbed both my hands and held them tight. He bobbed his head faster up and down on me, pushing both our hands into the bed. Why the hell did he stop? My face was beet read, I was about to shoot my load deep into his mouth.

“Want to finish in daddy?” he asked me, knowing the obvious. I never went inside him before. I didn’t care I was way to close. He grabbed the container of lube and slowly stroked me up and down. The warm liquid mixed so nicely with his saliva on my swollen throbbing cock. He pushed his hands hard against my smooth chest and slowly sat my cock. I grabbed his hairy ass as he nibbled on my nipples. He started to ride me a just little bit faster. He had another idea for me. He didn’t want me to finish so fast.

He quickly got off me and went on all fours. I flung my tongue in his hairy asshole, making him moan with pleasure. I would have licked his ass all night, but I was about to explode.

I grabbed the lube and rubbed it all over myself. I had to do this quickly I could feel myself pulsating in my hand. I grabbed his beefy hips and pushed myself inside him. I slowly slid in and out of him and gently started fucking him. He grabbed the headboard tight, and I started to go for it. I was just starting to enjoy my loud moaning, when I felt myself explode in him. Fuck! I wanted it to last longer.

I grabbed his ass as tight as I could and pushed deep in him. He shoved his face in the pillow and bent his ass up in the air towards me. I wish I could hear him moaning but we’d probably wake up the neighborhood. I very slowly pulled out of his hairy swollen asshole. I stroked one last little load into his eager mouth, getting a bit on his beard. I can’t believe I just fucked my daddy.

We lay under the blanket, our warm bodies melting in harmony as our tongues collided. I climbed on top of him. He reached down and spread my ass cheeks far apart, teasing his finger near my hole. I closed my eyes and kissed him on his sweaty bearded face. I could feel something pressing against my stomach. Daddy was hard again, it was finally time for me to ride him.

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Curious Daydreams to Real Hard Cock Ch. 02

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Here I am sitting in my bathroom reflecting on all that has taken place in the last few hours. Flushed with guilt and fear, while being totally enamored with the thought of Joe’s real cock.

I have thought about cocks, cocksucking and eating cum in my daydreams for so long I feel safe right now. The fear and guilt will not dominate my thoughts.

All I can think of now is the site of Joe’s real cock. Okay enough of my own mind games. Let’s get out here and get some lunch.

I walk into the living room expecting Joe to be ready for lunch. I noticed the porn video is still running. Closer I get, I see Joe still naked, hard cock in hand, slowly stroking. I can’t take my eyes off of the scene. I feel my dick getting rigid. I’m starting to shake again. Maybe it’s the adrenaline, maybe it’s the pure lust I feel when I see a real dick so close to me.

I walk closer. He and I lock eyes. I can see the lust in his eyes. My dick is rock hard in my shorts. I put both hands on the arms of the chair holding myself directly over his gorgeous meat. We’re looking in each others eyes as I lean down and lick precum from the tip of his cockhead. He closes his eyes as I put my lips around his shining prick.

Joe’s dick taste so damn Cebeci travesti good. I begin to simply make it with his cock. Moving my lips around the purple head, licking and sucking on sweet cock.

I have dreamed about this so many times. He’s moaning with pleasure. Just knowing I have complete control of another man simply by what I’m doing with my mouth is keeping my cock at complete attention in my shorts.

I begin to ease my head down taking a little more every time. I can now feel his head reaching the entrance to my throat. Joe’s cock pulses every time I move up and down nearing my throat. I come completely off his dick and say “Joe how do you like it?”. Joe says ” Fuck man it’s amazing! Take it in your throat, I need to cum!”. “Push it down, Joe”, I say as I take the length to my throat entrance.

Joe now understands what I mean, now taking my head with both hands, pushing me completely into his belly. I can feel it push into my throat. Joe begins throat fucking me up and down. I’m so enjoying having every inch of his beautiful dick penetrating my lips. I never want this to end. Fuck my throat, I’m saying to myself. Fuck it! I feel him stop all of a sudden, saying “I’m cumming Ray, I’m Cebeci travestileri cumming down your fucking throat!”

He holds my head with both hands as he shoots his whole load of hot sperm in me. He then removed his hands, OMG, thats the best fucking blowjob I’ve ever had. I’m slowly coming off his deflating cock, milking and cleaning every drop of his hot seed.

I know I have enjoyed eating my own cum for the last five years, but there’s nothing like getting a load directly from a real cock. I’m so proud, my years of practicing deepthroat on our 7.5″ lifelike dildo finally paid off.

Joe has raised up out of the chair and pulled my shorts to the floor. He reaches for my hands and places them on my ass cheeks holding them there and squeezing my ass with his hands over mine. He then inhales the length of my cock into his throat holding it there as I moan loudly. OMG, Joe!

I can feel my hard dick pulsing while he seems to swallow my cock deeper into his warm neck. I’m getting weak. Losing all presence of mind. Joe’s pulling on my ass as he takes every inch, then coming completely out of his mouth, then back down. It’s driving me crazy. I can feel my balls filling up with sperm. OMG, Joe, Travesti cebeci I’m getting close. I’m ready to cum. Joe, pulls off my cock. Places my right hand on my hard cock, my left hand on my balls and says ” Where do you want to cum? In my mouth or on my face?”.

All the time my wife and I have been together, I’ve always wanted to cum in her mouth and watch her swallow my load. Joe and I have been together a few hours, he’s going to make my wish come true.

I want to cum in your mouth Joe and watch you swallow it all. He said jack it off in my mouth big boy. I began jacking my meat tickling my balls. I watch the first shot go directly onto his waiting tongue with mouth wide open. I jacked at least five more nice cumshots, then milked a few more drops in his mouth. I sat down on the ottoman so I could have the best view as he rolls around my sperm load in his mouth before taking a deep swallow. Then he opens to show me his empty mouth. One more dream desire fulfilled thanks to Joe. Dude, I love the way you can deepthroat a hard dick.

He says lets get ready for lunch. I’ve had my appetizer, I need something else to eat.

Once again, I can’t even comprehend what has happened in the last few hours. But, I know I have sucked a cock, swallowed sperm and loved it. Joe’s by far the best cocksucker I have known. I want to learn more from him.

Just to be safe and discreet, I’m going to get my truck, pick you up at the end of our road so no one suspects anything. I say great, see you in a few.

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Journey to Bi – Beginning Pt. 03

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Part 3 — My Journey

I finally swallowed my first mouthful of cum. It was the most erotic experience I had ever had. Sex with a woman never brought such intense feelings of pleasure and satisfaction. Don’t misunderstand, I do like being with a woman, but this was different. With a woman, I enjoy the experience, but I’m not completely satiated until I have an orgasm. Taking his cum in my mouth was just as pleasurable as having an orgasm.

James and I drifted apart. He was married and lived too far to make getting together easy. There was also something he wanted that I couldn’t give him. First of all, he wanted anal sex. I had no interest at that time in butt sex. I knew I would not be a bottom, and being a top just wasn’t drawing me to try it. Also, James was attracted to older men. He was looking for a Daddy and I couldn’t be one for him.

I didn’t attempt to find a new playmate for several months after my encounter with James. Sex with the wife had become even less frequent. I was getting pity fucks on special days like Valentine, Christmas, my birthday, and our anniversary.

I was becoming more resentful as time went on. She was having night sweats, irritability, and rapid mood swings. It was hard for everyone around her to deal with. I kept my distance from her, I didn’t attempt to kiss, or touch her. I stayed away from her making sure I didn’t get in her personal space. We were becoming two people that lived in the same house.

I renewed the Craigslist ad and met a guy who played disc golf. We played golf a few times, but there wasn’t any connection to do more than that. I just didn’t feel like it was something I wanted to do.

I placed a new Craigslist ad and waited to see who replied. After going through a few prospects that didn’t work out for various reasons. A man named Scott replied and we started up a conversation. One plus was he lived in the same area and that was more convenient for both.

The wife was out of the house so I invited Scott over to meet and greet. He arrived in his little sporty car, parked in front of the house, and knocked on the door. Opening the front door I was met by a man in his early fifties, taller and wider than myself, and dressed in a suit and tie.

Letting Scott in we went to the living room and he sat on the love seat and I sat on the couch. We told a little bit about ourselves. He was a lawyer for a company. He wasn’t married but had a long-time girlfriend and a son between them. We both played music and even had the same model of electric guitar.

I explained what I was looking for. Someone local who would be interested in getting together and playing. He was looking for the same and said that he could host on the weekends when his girlfriend went to Memphis to visit family.

The conversation dwindled after a bit. Scott then suggested that we show what kind of package we had. I was fine with that idea and stood up and dropped my sweatpants. I was prepared by not wearing any underwear. Scott unzipped his pants and pulled his shorts down to unveil a very nice-cut cock. It was thick and had a large head. His balls were huge, big meaty sack. I liked what I was seeing.

I took off my shirt so now I was completely naked. I moved to get between his knees and took his cock in my mouth. We had just had hardwood floors installed and so I had to get a pillow for my Kızılay travesti bare knees.

Scotty’s dick was nice and thick and felt good in my mouth. I sucked on him for a few minutes and felt him get harder in my mouth. The shaft got rigid and the head mushroomed out to its full glory. I moved up closer to get a better angle. Gripping his shaft I stroked as my mouth bobbed up and down on him. He was enjoying it, I could tell from the way he opened his legs and arched his back.

I took one side of his huge ball sack in my mouth.

That caused him to quickly suck in air, “Oh!”, he said. I continued stroking his cock while I held his ball in my mouth.

Releasing his nut, I went back to his dick. My dick was rigid and throbbing. I was getting so aroused. Having his thick muscle in my mouth was glorious. I went back to pushing my mouth over his cock and moving it back out. I worked him at a steady pace.

It came suddenly, a full-on orgasm that released a huge amount of cum in my mouth. He was cumming so heavy and hard that I was having trouble keeping it all in my mouth and swallowing at the same time. The sensation of the sperm filling me that I couldn’t take it any longer. I began to pump cum out of my cock. It shot out over the floor. Ripples of pleasure went through me. My orgasm was hard, my cock was pumping and jerking as the sperm spilled on the floor. I had cum leaking from my lips and down his cock.

He stopped ejaculating, releasing his cock I swallowed what I had in my mouth. I leaned back on my knees and saw the strings of cum on the floor. My dick was hanging limp between my legs.

Scotty looked like he was exhausted. His legs were splayed open and his eyes were closed.

I stood up and went to the kitchen to get some paper towels to clean up the mess on the floor. It took a few to wipe up the creamy residue on the floor. I gave Scotty a tissue to wipe up the drippings from himself.

He zipped and straightened up and stood up. I put my T-shirt and sweatpants back on. We went to the door and said our goodbyes. He said he’d be in touch. I didn’t know if that would be true or not, but I did enjoy what we had done.

The next day the wife was asking me what I had spilled on the floor. She said she had to scrub whatever that white stuff was to get it off the floor. I said I must have spilled some of the soup I had eaten.

I didn’t hear from Scotty for almost two weeks when I received an email. He had been out of town on business and had just gotten back in town. His girlfriend was taking the son and going to Memphis this weekend and would I like to come over. I accepted the offer.

That Saturday afternoon after taking a shower I headed to his place. He was about 10 minutes from me so it didn’t take long to get to his house. Scotty met me at the door and led me to the back of the house to the den. This was the family playroom. There was a sofa, a PlayStation, a large recliner, a table, a desk and a chair. A nice large TV on the wall and a computer sitting on the desk.

We sat down together on the leather sofa. And he told a little about his girlfriend and son going to visit family in Memphis. It didn’t take long for him to suggest that we get comfortable, meaning get naked. I pulled off my T-shirt, untied and removed my shoes. I stood and took off the rest of my clothes. Kızılay travestileri Scotty was undressed before I had finished and I noticed that thick cock. We were about the same length, but he was thicker and his balls were larger too.

Scotty came and faced me. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. I had my first experience kissing James. Scotty was much better. He knew how to kiss. I didn’t enjoy kissing James, but Scotty was really enjoyable. I could get into doing this with him.

He released me and I sat down on the couch. Scotty had spread a towel on the leather sofa, the material was cool on my back. I spread my knees and he got between them. Scotty was working on my cock and I was hard. He was good with his skills. My orgasm was building faster than I wanted it to. I pulled my hips back and turned to the right on the couch. Scotty looked at me puzzled.

“You’re going to make me cum too quick,” I said. “Let’s trade places.”

Scotty took my seat and I took his. His cock was in my mouth and I went to work on him. I wasn’t going to let him up until I had made him cum. I was learning how to do oral better each time I had a chance to practice. It was paying off and Scotty unleashed another huge load. I was better prepared this time and allowed his cum to pool in my mouth. This gave me time to swallow without dribbling.

The thought of him filling up his girlfriend’s pussy crossed my mind. I wondered what kind of load he put in her.

I released him and sat back. Scotty’s cock was still hard.

He said, “My turn.”

I got back on the couch next to him and he leaned over and started working my dick. I didn’t last long. I unloaded into his mouth, not a load like his, but it was still nice, I thought.

After he finished licking me off he sat back and we rested in an afterglow for a while.

Scotty began talking about his sexual education. When he was a young man around twenty he would go to adult bookstores. There he met an older man who invited him to watch a porno in one of the video booths. He said they watched the movie for a bit and the older man unzipped his pants and took out his cock. He encouraged Scotty to do the same. They sat there stroking.

The man reached over and began playing with Scotty. He took Scotty’s hand and placed it on his cock. They fondled each other until the movie ran out. The man, Scotty mentioned his name but I don’t recall it, and suggested that they go to his place. He had movies they could watch in a more private setting.

Scotty said he thought about this for a moment but eventually consented to follow him to his place.

They arrived and the man, I’ll call him Dan, offered Scotty something to drink, coke or something. He put a VHS tape in the machine and hit play. They sat and watched the movie for a while. Dan suggested that get more comfortable and he began removing his clothes. Scotty did the same. Once they both were naked, Scotty said the man put his arm around his shoulder.

Somehow or another Dan convinced Scotty to put his mouth on his cock and give him oral. Scotty said Dan didn’t cum in his mouth but he did cum. I don’t know if Dan ever sucked Scotty or not. But Scotty said it became a regular thing for the two of them to get together and watch porn and he would suck him off. Eventually, he was swallowing Dan’s Travesti kızılay cum.

Dan approached Scotty to come over to his place in the evening. He said he was having a small party and it would be great if he came. When Scotty arrived he said there were four other older men, around the same age as Dan. I think at that time Dan was in his fifties, where Scotty was a young twenty-something.

Dan introduced Scotty to the other men who were sitting around the living room. Dan had porn on the television and the guys were getting into the movie playing. A couple of the men started playing with themselves. They were unzipping and pulling out their cocks.

Scotty said that Dan ask if he would be willing to suck the other men. Scotty said he would. Dan said it would be great if he would get naked when he did it.

He removed his clothes and started on one guy. He said he blew the first guy, then moved to the next. Once he had cum, he moved on until he had finished all four.

According to the story, Scotty was saying this was not the last time he would do this for Dan. It was always the same guys who came over. He said once the men were sitting around a table and he was under the table. He moved from one to the next sucking them under the table.

Scotty said he was still in college when this was happening. Once he graduated and got his law degree he moved away and hadn’t seen Dan since.

Scotty and I played several times over the next year. We would get together every couple of months when the girlfriend went to Memphis. One August day Scotty invited me over. I arrived as usual and Scotty let me in. I had a sense that something wasn’t the same around the house and with him. We headed to the den and I started to get undressed. Scotty only had a pair of shorts and he dropped those fast.

Scotty seemed more melancholy. I sat on the big recliner and leaned back. Scotty got on top of me and we embraced. He began saying that his girlfriend had left him. He told me that they had been having problems with the relationship and had been seeing a counselor. She had left with her son and went to stay with family in Memphis.

We kissed for a while. He slid down to the floor and I raised the recliner back. Scotty played with my cock and then moved up to suck on my nipples and kiss my neck. I let him play with me for a while before telling him to trade places.

Once he was in the recliner I began to play with him. He liked his nipples played with and I like sucking nipples. I moved down to his cock and sucked his puffy mushroom head. I worked down his shaft and put his balls in my mouth. Stroking him I sucked on his balls. They filled my mouth. I stroked him faster until he shot his load up in the air. It landed on my face and his stomach.

When his eruption subsided I got up and went to the bathroom. I washed my hands and face. I couldn’t find the light switch so it was dim in the room. It was the first time I had a facial. I came back into the den and Scotty was still in the recliner. He didn’t look happy, rather sad. I told him I was going to go and I’d talk to him later.

I left and stopped by the liquor store. I bought a bottle of scotch and I noticed that the cashier was looking at me a bit odd. When I got back into the car I looked in the rearview mirror. I had a splot of cum right at my hairline. Dang! No wonder I was getting an odd look.

I never heard from Scotty again. The pandemic hit and then the lockdown. My emails to him bounced. I tried texting but never got a response. I eventually rode by his house and the car in the driveway wasn’t any I had seen there before.

So ends Part 3.

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Shy Guy

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Corey was happy the semester was finally over. His first term at college was fun, but it was challenging. He found high school to be pretty easy, even though he took honors classes – and then AP classes – in math and science. But when he got to college – where lots of people were as smart as he was – he had to work a lot harder to keep up with the pace. He was also taking advanced classes as a freshman because he had received some college credit from his AP classes.

The funny thing about it was that he LIKED the challenge. He especially liked the advanced Physics class he was taking, since it gave a scientific explanation of things everyone experiences in the world every day. And he liked the challenge of proving he could do the work. He always loved JFK’s speech about going to the moon, when he said, “we choose to go to the moon not because it is easy but because it is hard.” Whenever Corey repeated the line, he always dropped the ‘R’ on the last word and did a terrible job of trying to replicate JFK’s Boston accent, pronouncing the last word “h-a-a-a-a-d”.

But now he could relax for a few weeks during Christman break. He lived less than two hours away, and his parents texted to say they’d be at the dorm in fifteen minutes.

When their car pulled up, Corey walked outside, rolling one suitcase with some clothes. He was surprised when the back door opened, and his sister, Melissa, stepped out. Suddenly he had a huge smile on his face.

“Melissa!” he yelled. “I didn’t think you were back yet.”

Melissa was two years older than Corey and went to a different college. She had told him she’d be home the day after him.

“I wanted to surprise you,” she said, just before the two embraced. “Good to see you, Corey!”

The two siblings were always very close even though they were, in some respects, very different. Corey was generally quiet, shy, and uncomfortable in groups of people who weren’t his friends. Melissa, on the other hand, could show up on another planet at a party with aliens, and within ten minutes, she’d know all the aliens’ names, and they’d all love her. She was very popular in high school; he was not. She dated a lot in high school; he did not.

Corey looked up to his sister in many ways. Even though she was beautiful and very popular, she was very down-to-earth. Some of the other pretty, popular girls in high school were real snobs. They wouldn’t even consider talking to a nerd like Corey. But Melissa was friends with everyone. She had some friends from the Pom Squad, some friends from her honor classes (some of whom were a little nerdy, like Corey), and random friends she had just made over the years. When some of her “popular” friends made bitchy comments about someone – especially about “nerdy guys” – Melissa would call them out. Corey wasn’t sure if she was explicitly trying to defend him or just not tolerating someone being a jerk. But it always made him respect her even more when she’d go against the crowd and defend people.

As they drove home, everyone asked Corey about finals. Corey caught up with Melissa, since they didn’t talk a lot the prior week when they were both studying for finals. On the way home, they stopped for lunch. Corey smiled when they were all piled into a booth, with Melissa next to him and his parents on the other side. It reminded him of his childhood, when they’d go out as a family and laugh and make fun of each other. He had friends who had older sisters, but none of them got along like he and Melissa did. He always appreciated Melissa – probably more than she realized.

That night, after everyone got ready for bed, Corey was sitting up in his bed surfing the web on his phone when he heard a knock on his door.

“Come in,” he yelled.

Melissa walked in wearing a t-shirt and shorts, her standard sleeping outfit. She sat on Corey’s bed and started asking more questions about his first semester. Once again, Corey smiled to himself as this was another event that reminded him of his childhood. Melissa would often plop on his bed to talk to him about everything and anything. When he started middle school, and then high school, she also tried to give him pep talks about girls. He was obviously very shy and didn’t date in high school, and Melissa always tried to convince him that girls would like him if he just tried.

So, he wasn’t surprised when Melissa finally got around to asking if he had gone out with any girls. When he said he hadn’t, Melissa again turned into his personal life coach and biggest cheer leader, telling him he didn’t realize that he’s a good-looking guy and that any girl would like him if he just talked to them. While he appreciated Melissa’s concern and confidence in him, this was not one of the conversations he enjoyed. Like when he was in high school, Melissa left a little frustrated and definitely feeling sad for her brother.

ON the following Monday, Melissa had a few of her high school friends over. They were sitting outside, just catching up on everyone’s last semester. One of the Taksim travesti girls asked about Corey and how he liked college. Melissa let them know he was doing well, but she briefly mentioned that he’s still as shy as he ever was. She told them she felt bad he didn’t have the confidence to talk to girls.

As soon as she heard that, Olivia smiled to herself. Back in high school, she was EXACTLY like Corey. She was shy around boys and didn’t think they were interested in her. It didn’t help that some of her friends – including Melissa – were absolutely beautiful. Some of the cheerleaders had big, curly blond hair, big boobs, and big personalities. They knew how to do their hair and apply makeup – a little too much, in Olivia’s opinion – to look like movie stars. Olivia had a thinner body, full B-cup breasts, and stick-straight, pitch-black hair that went halfway down her back. She had big, brown eyes which many would find to be alluring. But she just didn’t understand how attractive she was.

She was still uncomfortable around boys when she left for college, but her freshman year roommate fixed that. She was a year older, and she told Olivia she was making it “her personal project” to help Olivia come out of her shell. She was fine around girls – she only got nervous around guys. So, her roommate dragged her to every party she went to and forced her into situations where she had to talk to guys. It was a very painful couple of months before she finally found a guy whom she found easy to talk to. She also thought he was hot, and he ended up being the one to take her virginity. Once she got “over the hump”, the damn broke. She suddenly realized she COULD talk to guys, that some guys thought she was hot, and sex was fun!

She felt bad for Corey – she remembered how miserable she was before her “awakening”.

She was jolted out of her thoughts when she heard, “Hello! Earth to Olivia. Are you there?”

“Huh?” she asked, realizing the other girls were looking at her.

“I said we were going to go out for lunch and then go to the mall,” Melissa said. “Are you good with that?”

“Actually, I’m not feeling great. I think I’m going to head home. I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

“You sure?” Melissa asked. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just didn’t sleep well last night, and I’m kinda’ tired,” Olivia responded.

“Okay,” Melissa said, we’re going to head out.

“Okay. I’m gonna go say hi to Corey and then leave,” Olivia said.

As the other girls headed out, Olivia went inside and up the stairs. She had been in Melissa’s house a million times, so she felt quite comfortable being there without her. When she got to Corey’s room, she knocked.

“Come in,” she heard.

She opened the door, and Corey was sitting at his desk where he had been looking through email. He turned when the door opened, and he smiled. He always liked Olivia.

“Hi, Corey,” she said with a smile.

“Hey, Olivia. How ya’ doing?”

“I’m good,” she said. “How about you?”

“No complaints,” Corey said.

They chatted for a little while before Olivia said, “Melissa said you haven’t done much dating at school.”

Corey looked embarrassed and was a little pissed at his sister.

“Why would she tell you that?” he asked.

“It just came out when someone asked how you were doing. Nothing to be upset about,” she said.

“It’s just not easy…” he said, with his voice trailing off.

“You know,” Olivia said, “I used to be the same way. You know how shy I was.”

“Yeah, I suppose.”

“But my roommate really forced me into situations where I’d HAVE to talk to guys, and eventually it wasn’t so hard. Hey, I’ve got an idea. Come here.”

“What?” he asked, given they were already in the same room.

“I said stand up. Now!” she said with a laugh.

Corey got up and walked toward her. She walked into the hallway, outside his room, and then stopped. He followed her.

“Okay, let’s pretend we’re at a party and there’s some music playing.”

Corey laughed.

“Seriously? Pretend we’re at a party?”

“Shut up and listen to me. Yes, pretend we’re at a party.”

“Oh, okay,” Corey said in the most sarcastic voice possible. “I’m at a party.”

“Okay,” Olivia continued, “now pretend you see me, and you think I’m hot.”

“Well, that doesn’t take any pretending,” he said.

Olivia pulled her head back with a shocked look.

“You think I’m hot?”

Now Corey was embarrassed and looked down.

“Well, of course I think you’re hot. Who wouldn’t?”

Olivia was still surprised, but she ignored the comment for now.

“Okay, so…” Then she moved a few feet down the hallway. “So, you decide to come talk to me.”

Corey looked at her.

“Let’s go Corey. Remember? You think I’m hot, so you come over to talk to me. Come here.”

Corey walked the few feet to where Olivia was leaning against the wall.

“Hi, I’m Olivia,” she says.

Corey looks at her as if she’s crazy, but when Olivia Taksim travesti raises her eyebrows and holds her arms up with her palms up in a “your turn” gesture, Corey finally goes, “Oh, hi. I’m Corey.”

“Hey, look at that,” Olivia says, “you’re talking to a girl.”

“So, do you like this music?” Olivia asks.

Corey finally decides to play the game.

“Yeah, they’re not too bad.”

“Have you seen many bands on campus,” she asks.

Without thinking too much, Corey replies, talking about some bands he’s seen.

“See,” Olivia said. “Once you get going, it’s not so bad. Now, if the girl is smiling at you a lot or maybe putting her hand on your arms when she’s talking, like this…” and she places her hands on Corey’s upper arm, “then it means she’s into you and wants to keep talking. But after a while, maybe she says, ‘It’s kind of loud here. You wanna go talk in my room?’ That’s a good sign.”

Olivia puts her hand on Corey’s arm and leans into him as she says, “It’s kind of loud here. You wanna go talk in my room?”

Corey chuckles and says, “Yeah, sure.”

Olivia grabs his hand in hers and walks the three feet to Corey’s room and pulls him inside. She closes the door and locks it.

“So, if she invites you to her room, it probably means she likes you and wants to get to know you better. Maybe she wants to make out. If she doesn’t immediately go and sit down but is standing, walk up to her and put your hands on her waist, like this.”

Olivia put her hands on his waist, but Corey left his hanging down.

“Hey,” she said, “are you listening?” she said with a little chuckle. “We just came to my room, and I didn’t sit down. Put your hands on my waist like this.”

Corey smiled. He didn’t know why Olivia wanted to play this game, but he didn’t want her to get mad at him. So, he put his hands on her waist.

“So, if you get this far, she definitely wants to at least kiss you,” Olivia said. “You should lean in and give her your best kiss.”

Corey nodded, as if he understood.

After a couple of seconds, Olivia said, “I’m waiting.”

“Huh?”

“I said, you should lean in and give this hot girl a kiss.”

Suddenly Corey realized Olivia really expected him to do this. Now. Here. With her. He wasn’t sure why, but he thought he’d better do something. He leaned his head forward about an inch. Olivia smiled to herself but was happy he moved at all. She figured she’d better show him. She leaned forward, closed her eyes, and placed her lips on his. Corey didn’t move at first, but, finally, he realized she was serious. So, he started kissing her.

He couldn’t believe this was happening. He had kissed a few girls, but nobody as hot as Olivia. His sister’s friend. When Olivia opened her mouth, Corey did the same. When he felt her tongue enter his mouth, he moved his hands behind Olivia’s waist and pulled her against him just a bit as they enjoyed a passionate kiss.

Olivia was surprised he pulled her against him, and she could tell he was getting hard. She liked the feeling. A lot. And she started getting excited, herself.

After five minutes of wonderful kissing, Olivia pulled her head back and smiled.

“That was nice, Corey. Real nice.”

Corey just looked at her quietly with a smile on his face.

“So obviously she likes making out, but now you have to figure out if she’s interested in something more. You’re in her room… by the way,” she said, looking around as if to take in the whole room, “do you like the way I decorated my room?”

Corey looked around and smiled.

“Yes, I do. It’s very nice. We seem to have similar tastes.”

“So, now it gets even more fun. If you’re in her room and she’s been kissing you, she might want more. But you’ve got to go slowly, because you can’t assume anything. If you do something and she stops you or says no, that’s okay. That just means she’s not ready for it yet. So go back to kissing her. From my long-term experience kissing you, she’ll like more of that.”

They both smiled.

“So, something you can do that lets her know you’re interested in a little more without freaking her out is when you’re kissing her, move one of your hands onto her ass and give it some gentle squeezes. If she doesn’t object, keep your hand there and pull her against you. If she says ‘uh-uh’ or moves your hand off her butt, that’s fine. Just move your hand back to her waist and keep kissing. Let’s try that.”

Corey tried to process what he heard. Did she really say, “let’s try that”?

When Olivia started moving her head forward, Corey leaned forward, and they started kissing again. Not believing he was really doing this, he slid one hand down onto Olivia’s ass and gave it a little squeeze. It felt incredible. Olivia softly moaned and Corey pulled her against him. She started rubbing her pelvis a little bit against Corey’s hard dick, and he let out his own groan. They continued kissing and Corey continued squeezing Olivia’s ass, and they were both Travesti taksim very excited.

After another ten minutes, Olivia again pulled her head away from him, but he left his hand on her ass.

“Mmmm,” she said, “you’re very good at this. You must be very experienced.” This made Corey laugh. “You should be feeling pretty good about how it’s going with your hot friend by now,” she said, smiling at calling herself a ‘hot friend’. “So now you need to take the next step, again being subtle to let her bow out gracefully if she wants to. So, keeping the one hand on her butt, slide your other hand up her side.”

Corey did as instructed. His hand was getting dangerously close to Olivia’s breast.

“Keep going until your hand is just touching the side of her breast. Don’t try to grab it – just VERY SLOWLY and VERY GENTLY move your hand against the side of her breast.”

As Corey did this, Olivia let out a soft sigh.

“She’ll give you a sign if she doesn’t want you to do that, and you can move your hand away. But if she doesn’t object, stick out your thumb and gently stroke her breast. Go ahead.”

Again, Corey could not believe what Olivia just said. He took a deep breath, stuck out his thumb, and let it softly stroke her breast. He was so excited, he thought he might pass out. Olivia closed her eyes for a second.

“Mmm,” Olivia said, and she smiled as she stared at Corey.

“If you don’t get a negative reaction – and especially if you get a positive reaction, like your girl moaning – slide your hand onto her breast.”

Corey just stared at Olivia. Neither of them was smiling anymore. They each wore a different look – one of excitement. After what seemed like an eternity, Corey slid his hand onto Olivia’s breast and gave it a gentle squeeze, and they both groaned. Olivia leaned in to kiss Corey as his one hand was still squeezing her ass and the other was squeezing her breast, and it was a passionate kiss. Corey could feel Olivia’s hard nipple push against his hand.

After five minutes, Olivia pulled away again.

“Corey,” she said very softly, “take my shirt off.”

Corey’s entire body jerked against her when he heard that. He looked at her with raised eyebrows, and she nodded. Corey reluctantly removed one hand from her butt and the other from her breast as he grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and started lifting it up. Olivia put her arms straight up to accommodate the removal. As the hem of the shirt went over Olivia’s head and her breasts were uncovered, he could see the darker color of her areola through her lace bra; he stopped to stare. Unfortunately, Olivia’s head was totally covered by her shirt.

“Corey, don’t stop.”

Corey realized Olivia couldn’t see anything since her head was stuck in the shirt, so he continued pulling up and finally got the shirt completely off. He held the shirt in his hand while he continued staring at Olivia’s breasts.

“Toss the shirt, Corey, and feel my breasts,” she whispered.

He quickly threw the shirt on a chair and moved both hands to her breasts. This felt even better than before – for both of them.

“If the girl turns around, Corey, that means she wants you to take off her bra.”

As soon as she said it, Olivia turned around. Corey hesitated for just a second but then unhooked her bra. As soon as it was undone, Olivia turned back around, holding her bra against her. She stared at Corey, and he stared at her, but his eyes kept darting between her eyes and her hands covering her breasts. Finally, Olivia pulled her bra off and tossed it on the chair. Corey’s eyes got very big, seeing his first live pair of naked breasts. She had dark red areolas, and her nipples were very hard.

“Oh, God, Olivia. You are beautiful!”

This time, he didn’t wait for Olivia’s instructions. Thanks to millions of years of men’s brains being programmed to know what to do when they see naked breasts, Corey raised both his hands and cupped both of her bare breasts, again causing both of them to moan. He gently squeezed them.

“That’s good, Corey,” Olivia breathily said.

He removed one hand and leaned down to put his mouth over her nipple. When he flicked his tongue over her nipple, Olivia instinctively grabbed his head as she whimpered. After a few seconds, he pulled his head away just to be able to look at her breasts again before returning his mouth to her nipple.

After a few minutes of him massaging and kissing her breasts, she pushed Corey away and stared at him. Both were breathing heavily.

“Remember,” she said through her deep breaths, “you can never assume the girl wants to go further. But it’s a really good sign she wants more if she rubs your dick.”

And, before she finished the sentence, she put her hand on Corey’s hard dick and rubbed it.

Corey let out a loud groan, and Olivia quickly thought about her next moves. She was incredibly excited and incredibly wet. She was no longer just trying to help Corey – now she had her own needs. She really wanted Corey inside her. Two things flashed through her mind. First, since Corey had never fucked a girl before, he was probably going to come really quickly. But, fortunately, he was young and should recover soon.

Olivia squatted in front of Corey and lifted his shirt up over his waist.

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My Dream Job

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After high school, I attended a tech school, learning about CAD — Computer Aided Design, and also CNC — Computer Numerical Control, which takes the CAD information and actually manufactures the object, following the CAD instructions. I did very well in my training, if I say so myself. The various teachers praised my quick mind — even the ones that weren’t ogling my body. As I was about to graduate, the president of the school called me into her office.

“Since you’re the top of your graduating class, Ms. Renfold, I’ve referred you to a major CAD/CNC company that does military work. I can also arrange an interview there for you, if you want it,” she informed me. “I worked there at one time, and they are on the cutting edge of the industry and had the latest equipment even back then. I can’t imagine what strides they may have made since then. Do you have a problem working on military contracts?”

“On the contrary,” I replied. “I think I’d find the work interesting and it would certainly expand my education. I’d love to interview there, and thank you for this opportunity!” It didn’t hurt any that the company was just outside the city on the same side where I lived so it’d be an easy drive. I was given the address and drove out to meet with their personnel department.

Pulling into the outer lot, I noticed that there were not many cars present. All around the property, there was a high fence with barbed wire on it. I guessed that since they worked on military contracts, such security was necessary. I fixed my skirt and checked my hair and headed to the front gate.

Following the directions stated on the sign at the gate, I pressed the buzzer, and noted two video cameras aimed at me.

“Yes? May I help you?” said a voice on the speaker.

I tried a friendly wave at one of the cameras. “Yes, I have an appointment with the personnel department.”

“Name, please?”

“I’m Miss Renfold,” I replied.

There followed a sound like ‘BBBBBBBbzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz’ coming from the gate.

The gate opened, and as I entered, it immediately closed behind me.

A woman met me in the lobby, and escorted me to a conference room. “Please wait here, Miss Renfold. Someone from personnel will be here very soon,” she said, smiling. When she left, I looked around the room and again saw cameras watching me. I tried not to be nervous.

After I’d waited a short time, a woman from personnel came in caring a folder and greeted me. My jaw dropped a little in admiration. She was so attractive that she could’ve been a leading actress! I tried to look professional and not salivate too much, but my heart was going pitta-pat in my chest. When she sat next to me, her scent… was it perfume? body spray? Just her natural essence?… wafted into my nostrils and it was a little more difficult to remain professional.

I’d noticed both of the women I’d met so far wore photo IDs, which gave me a reason to stare briefly at her chest — at least, I tried to keep the stare brief. “Hello, my name is Darlene. Before we get started, I must inform you that there’ll be a security clearance investigation background check that is required to be performed on you. Do you feel you can pass it? Is there anything in your past that might prevent you passing?”

I thought for a moment and answered, ” I feel I can certainly pass a security check. I have nothing weird in my past of which I’m aware. I’m so plain and clean that I squeak.” Little did she know about my private fantasies, but I wasn’t about to mention those.

Smiling, she opened the folder and read it. “Yes, you seem to have a clean background as far as this preliminary report that I have, and your grades are very good — no, they are excellent!” In a very professional manner, she finger printed me, stating that my finger prints had to be sent to the FBI.

The remainder of the interview went well, and I then was given a brief tour. I noticed as I was guided into areas, as she announced my presence, work would stop. As I entered, things were covered and monitors were flicked to screen savers. In one area, she said, “If you’re hired, this is the area in which you might be working. This is the most advanced CAD/CNC equipment in the entire country,” she stated proudly.

When the tour concluded, she led me back to the lobby, and watched as I walked to the gate, which buzzed open as I approached. Getting into my car, I was excited! It looked like a great place to work! And all those lovely women! “Hmmm… did I see any men at all?” I mentally asked myself, and the answer seemed to be ‘not one’ which may have been strange, but I sure appreciated the scenery anyway.

However, 1 week went by, then 2 weeks, then 3 weeks — and I heard nothing. I was very saddened and disappointed. But finally the phone rang, and it was the owner’s secretary. “Miss Renfold? We finally received your full security clearance, and the job is yours if you still want it. If so, can you come in Monday morning for intake processing?”

“I’m thrilled for the chance to work with you all! Yes, I’ll Avcılar travesti be there bright and early!” I replied. I had noticed all those women were dressed very nice, almost overdressed but it added to the excitement of the environment. So I went to look through my clothes to decide what to wear on Monday.

Darlene, the woman from personnel that I’d met before greeted me and we started on the paperwork. The intake processing was very detailed. There were all kinds of legal papers to sign, including a very detailed Non-Disclosure Agreement, of which the secretary gave me a copy, so I could memorize the restrictions. My picture was taken, and I blushed a little during that, because I’d forgotten I was wearing my eternity collar that day, as I do every day.

She gave me a more thorough tour of the facility and this time the lights next to various doors were pointed out to me. She explained, “If the red light was on at any door, you must knock first then wait until the door is answered.” As I was introduced, I again noticed that all the people I met were women and all were quite attractive. Several seemed to be giving me appraising looks, but I might have been imagining that. It took about half the day for all the paperwork and introductions. I was shown the CAD/CNC area more closely and I was amazed at this equipment — it was truly state of the art! I couldn’t wait to get started on it!

The two of us went back to the conference room. When we entered, it was obvious that there was a new folder on the table that had not been there before. Darlene opened it. Smiling she said, “You’ve been fully approved. Can you start tomorrow at 9 am?” Gleefully I assured her that I could. Then she casually added, “Oh by the way, the owner of the company wants to talk to you now. She likes to really get to know all her people.”

As I entered the boss’s outer office her secretary used the intercom to announce me. Hearing a confirmation that all was ready, the secretary showed me into the big office of the boss. To my surprise, the boss turned out to be a woman seemingly only a few years older than me. I was shown in, she immediately closed and covered some papers she’d been reading. “Ah… Arin, isn’t it? I’m Mary, so I’d prefer that you call me that. Please make yourself comfortable.” I was a bit taken aback by her appearance, since she reminded me of Bettie Page! She had long black hair and a figure that was really something, but her face was like the girl next door. I stared for a second until I realized she’d asked me to sit.

We chatted almost like old friends, very relaxed and informal. “I actually kept my eye on your performance and progress in school, and received favorable reports about you from your instructors. I also noticed your eternity collar, and enjoy seeing a woman openly indulging in her kinky nature. I felt you’d fit right in here with us,” she confided.

“Are there actually only women working here?”, I asked, curious.

She replied, “Let’s just say I’m leveling the playing field for women. And with the programs we work on here, no one is liable to start trouble, in my opinion.” She flicked a switch. “I’ve just activated the red light outside my door. Do you understand what that means?”

“Yes, Mary. It means that people must knock on the door if they want to see you, and wait until you open the door.”

She beamed at me. “A very good and clear answer, from an obviously intelligent young lady.” I blushed a little at her praise. “Now I have another question for you, Arin. Does the sight of the human body bother you at all?”

Floundering a little at such an abrupt change in topic, I tried to sound nonchalant, “Not at all, Mary.”

“Good to hear, Arin. Because I have been dying to get comfortable all morning.” With that, she stood up and stripped off her dress — and she was wearing not a stitch of clothing under it! Now she really looked like Bettie Page as she posed for her many, many nude pictures! I’m sure my eyes bulged at seeing her lovely body, and my mouth watered a little. And so did some of my lower parts.

She sat back down an looked at me. “Would you also like to get comfortable, Arin?” she asked.

“Mmmm… I think I would Mary. But I’m not such a beauty as you are.”

“Thank you for the compliment, dear,” she grinned. “But why don’t you let me be the judge of that. I’d like you to be proud of your body. Remember, no one can bother us without knocking on the door.”

Blushing a lot more deeply, I stood up and slowly stripped off my own clothes. My dress, and then my bra came off, and finally I stepped out of my quite damp panties. The scent of my arousal juices perfumed the air around me, and I wondered if Mary was noticing. My hands instinctively started to move to cover my breasts and pussy, since it felt weird being naked in an office like this. But Mary had admonished me to be proud of my body, so I willed my hands to stay at my sides and stood up straight, facing her. I even pressed my shoulders back a little to make my tits jut forward more.

“See, Avcılar travestileri Arin? I knew you were lovely the moment I saw you. And you’ve just confirmed it.” She inhaled deeply, making her own magnificent breasts rise, and I realized that my body scent must be reaching her. “Mmmm… and from this scent, I’m intuiting that this situation is turning you on, at least a little.”

“Mary, I’ll be honest with you. This is turning me on — a lot!” I swallowed hard, trying to build up my courage. Finally, I blurted out, “If you weren’t my boss, and I wasn’t afraid of an accusation of sexual harassment, I’d probably already be sucking your pussy.” The outburst of that confession made my blush deepen to a scarlet color, and my neck and face felt like they were burning.

“I love honesty in our workforce, Arin. You may not have had time to fully absorb all the ramifications of the nondisclosure agreement you signed — that we all sign. But no one can accuse anyone of sexual harassment here. If you don’t like something, you just tell the person plainly, and they will stop.” She pulled her chair out from behind her desk and sat down in it, spreading her thighs wide open. “You just confessed an impulse that you have, so I’m offering to let you indulge in it.”

Once what she was saying fully sank in, I hurried over and went down on my knees between her legs and then went down on her. I was a little tentative at first, licking softly at her velvety pussy lips, and tasting her skin and the fluids that began gathering at her slit. But when I heard her purring with delight, I dove right in, covering her pussy and clit with my moistened lips, and spearing into her depths with my agile tongue. I really enjoyed the way she smelled and tasted, and swallowed with gusto as her fluids increased.

When her purring turned into more of a mewling sound, I took that as a signal that she needed to cum. Turning my attention to her clit, I used my lips to slide back its hood, treating her small rod of sensitive flesh to gentle suction as my tongue caressed it. I also slipped two fingers into her hot, churning pussy and rubbed my fingertips against her inner wall just deep to her clit. She hissed her delight, and her hand caressed my hair as that hiss became a moan and then a howl of release! In the throes of orgasm, she bucked in her chair.

When she’d quieted down, I licked her as clean as I could before she pulled me to my feet and licked and kissed my face, tasting her juices and cum which had smeared there. She looked down at my now drenched inner thighs and said, “Arin, I shouldn’t let you walk around like that. Have a seat.” She turned us around until I was sitting in her chair and she was kneeling between my legs. First she lapped at the errant juices that had trickled down onto my thighs. But she didn’t stop there.

Once Mary applied her mouth to my pussy, I knew I had encountered a true expert at cunnilingus. Without seeming to expend much effort, she soon had me cumming… and cumming… and cumming! I finally gasped, “Please… no more!” My heart was racing and I was out of breath and felt like a limp dishrag. But, oh, was I in bliss! She helped me up out of her chair long enough to sit down and then pull me into her lap to cuddle.

When my heart slowed, and I reacquired the power of speech, I murmured, “Thank you, Mary. That was a truly memorable experience. Does much of that go on around here?”

She smiled and answered, “Quite a bit, I imagine. Many of my employees are either lesbians, or bisexual. When people are free to release these tensions, we’ve found that production and creativity increase. So if people want to ‘relieve any tension’ with your help, you’re free to accept, or politely refuse.”

She hugged me, and kissed the top of my head, and then continued our post-coital chatting. “Oh, by the way, Arin, I’m having our yearly picnic at my home in a month and a half. This is a chance for employees to greet one another and get to know people from different departments. And yes, you’ll probably see a lot of sexual activity. The employees can also show off their imagination and skills, trying to impress the judges. There’s a prize of a thousand dollars for the winner, but it’s a friendly competition.”

That sounded wonderful to me — a chance to win money and impress everyone! That evening I thought and thought about the problem, but ultimately looking at a TV commercial a few days later gave me an idea. I wanted to keep that idea a secret so I located some material in a scrap bin at work. Anything in the bin was freely available for projects of small prototypes. I’d have to be very careful, because the amount of thin aluminum I’d salvaged would just about be enough with very little room for error, in my estimation.

I moved the metal to my area at the CAD/CNC and started designing my plan. I’d decided to come in on a Sunday for privacy. There would be no one around except security, but my pass allowed me limited access to places I needed to visit.

In the CAD/CNC Travesti avcılar area I turned everything on and got ready. I also flicked on the red light at the door, just in case. I’d only worn a top and shorts so I wouldn’t waste time. When everything was ready, I took my clothes off and stepped onto the equipment platform. This consisted of a rotating table used to scan parts by lasers to make copies of extreme precision. I’d set the scan to do two passes so I could double check the readings, in case I inadvertently moved a tiny bit during a scan. It took longer than I’d expected and I was worried about the amount of memory it was taking up. When it stopped, I sat at the console and viewed the results. I was quite please by them… it looked like a high resolution picture of my entire body.

This had taken so long, I was worried that I was pressing my luck, so I saved the program with my results, marking the file cryptically and shut everything down. Oh yes, and, grinning, I did remember to put my clothes back on and flick off the red light.

On Monday, we had a meeting about a new program that had come in and had to go over all the details about it. After lunch, I had some down time so I opened the CAD file and checked it more closely. I was pleased that there were things that I could remove from the file to make it smaller. I chuckled as first I removed my head, then my arms and legs. I was pleased to see the file become smaller and more manageable. I stayed late after work and refined the details. There were just a few minor changes I wanted to add to the suit I was creating. I’d have it gouge out thinly some scrolled decorations, rather than have it just look plain. I also added rings at the collar level on each side of the neck so I could hold the front and back panels together with them hinging at the crotch. At the last second, I added holes so my tits would push through into view, just for added humiliation… well that, and the fact that I’d not have to build curved domes to accommodate them.

I couldn’t wait to start. With my program file prepared, I mounted a piece of the aluminum on the CNC machine and let it run, hoping for the best. About an hour later, I heard the CNC stop. Rushing over to it to see the results, I felt that they looked really good. I turned the piece over so the machine could do the inside of the front half and pressed start. The inside was less complicated, so it took less time and I retrieved the finalized piece and stored it away. I had accomplished one goal and it had taken quite a bit of time, so I quit for the night. The CNC machine had a self-cleaning function which I ran before I left.

I had to wait for an entire week before I could have the place to myself on the following weekend. Well, I actually didn’t just wait around, twiddling my thumbs. I had company work to accomplish. And during the week three of my co-workers indicated that they needed some tension relief, and I was very thrilled to oblige them, especially because they helped me relieve my tensions too. Two of them wanted to 69 on a section of carpeted floor reserved for these activities. And the other one wanted to be bent over the back of a chair and fingered hard and fast. It was thoroughly enjoyable seeing the differences in the look of their pussies, and the subtle taste differences of their juices and cum fluids.

When the weekend arrived, I now had the chance to work on the back half. Things went faster because the back piece had less detail than the front although I again decorated the outside a bit. The work here was more just removing material, although some shallow grooves had to be machined very precisely on the inside to facilitate bending the metal into smooth curves for my butt.

The picnic was now a week away and I’d heard from several others that it was always a great party. Mary provided good food and drink and she had a pool — clothing optional. There was also talk about a special playroom. Everyone either dressed up or opted to wear less and less I was told. The most admired contest submission every year won a special prize.

When the time came to take the two halves of my work home, I told the woman at security that it was a sculpture for the boss’s party. She made a call to Mary and got her OK. I really hoped it didn’t give much of my surprise away. But she’d just heard it was possibly an aluminum sculpture. The night before the party I cleaned the front and back until they shone. I also checked for sharp edges and made certain that the hinge lined up perfectly. The system had done a great job in bringing my vision to life, and I thought I had a really good chance to win the prize.

But I thought something needed to be added to give a greater contrast to the metal look. Digging through my drawers and closet, I came up with black sexy thigh stockings with stay up lacy tops. And for my feet, my ‘fuck me’ ankle strap high heels, also in black.

The day of the party I used the toilet since doing it later would be very difficult, and showered carefully. Putting on my stockings and heels, I inserted the hinge pin that attached the back piece to the front. Opening it up, I laid the entire suit down on the floor and sat in the back piece. Knowing that I needed a way to keep the front and back closed, I’d grabbed two zip ties and a tool to trim their free ends off.

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Birthday Gift Revenge?

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I have never looked forward to a birthday so much and never feared one so much. I surprised my boyfriend on his birthday last month by tying him up and shoving a vibrator up his bum. He had a great time although he swore to get his revenge.

Why he would want revenge I don’t know, he may have suffered a little but the reward of three orgasms plus extras he should be rewarding me. My 21st birthday has started off well, I am booked into a posh spa for all the works.

Following the spa I was whisked off to the beauty parlour and had my hair and nails done. Things were becoming too good to be true as he took me to the poshest dress shop in town. You may wonder why so much trepidation when I was being treated so well but I shoved a vibrator up his bum. We had not talked about this and we had not talked about putting anything in my bum.

I tried on several dresses with Joe’s help, I had purposely put on sexy underwear expecting to be undressing at some point in the day. Not exactly like this. We chose a very sexy little black dress. A bit short but beautifully cut and fitted like a glove.

Joe drove me home, we did not get any further than the lounge. He held me close. “You are beautiful,” he whispered, holding my bum and pulling me into him. “We are going for a meal shortly and you are going to be dressed so beautifully.” He started unfastening my dress.

He kissed my neck and nibbled my ear, he was attentive not to mess my hair and makeup. Carefully removing my dress he kissed down my body, licked along the edges of my bra. Why I find that such a turn on I don’t know, perhaps he does. He got on his knees and licked my belly button prior to reaching the top of my very brief knickers. His tongue traced the top before running it under the waistband and almost to the top of my slit.

He eased his thumbs into the side of my knickers and oh so slowly lowered them. His tongue follows the waistband, over and into my pussy. It sent shivers through my whole body, but all too soon his tongue moved down the inside of my thigh.

He removed my knickers and my shoes. I’m standing in the centre of the lounge naked except for a bra. He soon altered that, standing behind me, he unclipped it and smoothing his hands around me he pushed it off and held my boobs. He kissed my neck again. I could feel his erection against my bum.

He moved away momentarily and returned with a suspender belt, unlike anything I have seen before it was made of pearls. Three rows, the top one fairly tight around my waist, the other two draped over my hips. A short string of pearls hung from the centre clasp to just above my pussy. other’s hung down with suspender catches on the end.

It was the sexiest thing I have ever worn, I was becoming embarrassingly wet, well not embarrassingly perhaps anticipatoringly, is that a word? wet. I felt like I should be doing a sexy dance, no, he made me sit on a dining chair. He had a pair of very Alsancak travesti sheer black stockings.

He rolled one, had me raise a leg and put it on my foot and using it to caress my foot, leg and thigh. He repeated with the other leg, oh fuck I feel like I’m drooling and not from my mouth. The stockings were non-stretch but fitted perfectly. They had seams and that old fashioned fancywork at the heel.

He fastened the suspenders to the stockings. I know he has a thing about stockings, I think I have too. I was told to sit down again and he produced a thong, made of black pearls. The waistband was elastic and the rest, the bit that covered the pussy was three strands of pearls.

He pushed the ‘knickers’ up my legs, when they were over my knees he had me stand up. Easing them up my thighs until the crotch (for want of a better word) reached my pussy. There were three strands, he put one on each side of my pussy lips and the third right through the centre.

He adjusted the waistband so that it was under the pearls of the suspender belt. He then pulled it up, the centre one sliding inside my pussy and against my clit. The outer ones pushed my lips in, oh fuck.

Next he produced a bra, pearls forming a flower over each boob, not really hiding anything. The cups were joined by pearls and the shoulder straps were pearls. He obviously liked what I had worn on his birthday. I stepped into my new dress and all that remained was shoes, I dread to think what he had got for me.

He went into the bedroom and instead of shoes he brought an oblong box with a jeweller’s name on it. He presented it to me. “Happy birthday,” he said. I opened the box and found a four row pearl choker. These I am sure are real pearls.

He took them out of the box. “If you wear this collar for the rest of the day you will have to do whatever I tell you.”

Oh fuck! I trust him, honestly I do but ‘whatever I tell you’ is a big commitment. I lifted my hair, turned my back and said: “Yes sir.” He fastened the pearls around my neck.

I looked in the full length mirror and honestly believed for the first time that I am beautiful. The little black dress that clung to my body, the pearl choker/collar, my makeup and the part of me I loved most my mass of hair, for once tamed by the very expensive hairdresser.

I was presented with a pair of red pointed toe shoes with comparatively sensible heels only 3 or 4 inches high. Turning I saw that my bum looked fantastic, the stance in heels somehow tightened it.

With a slight smack on my bum he said: “Come on babe time to go.” He slipped a coat round my shoulder followed by his arm round my shoulder he ushered me out to the waiting taxi.

We arrived at a very posh restaurant where I was treated like a princess. We were seated in a private alcove, I was given a beautiful rose and there were candles on the table. Seven small delicious courses and champagne, Alsancak travestileri enough to be pleasantly full.

Wow, this is the best birthday ever; I half expected something embarrassing to happen in the restaurant, however everything went smoothly. We held hands in the taxi home.

It was early evening as we entered our lounge, I turned and kissed Joe, oh how I love him and I showed it in my kiss. He had one hand in my hair and the other on my bum. He pulled me into him, his erection pressing against me, I wanted it in me not pressing against me.

He pulled back, smiling he wiped his thumb over my mouth, I sucked on it. He laughed and pulled it out of my mouth, moving behind me he parted my hair and pulled the dress zip down, kissing each newly exposed part. Shivers down my spine, lightning sparking between my pussy and nipples. The pearls between my lips were dripping with my pussy goo.

The dress was hanging on my hips when a pair of hands snaked round and held my pearl covered boobs. My nipples were fighting to get through any available gap. Fortunately the bra was designed to have a nipple escape gap.

Joe pinched each nipple playfully, more sparks flying, my mouth was dry, all fluids going south. “Drink,” I croaked.

“Please sir?” he asked.

“Drink, please sir,” I tittered.

“Of course my love, remiss of me.”

Removing my dress and carefully hanging it up, he took a drink of champagne, not his favourite, being a real ale drinker. He kissed me, pumping the champagne into my mouth. Water would have been better, I didn’t complain.

Joe or should I call him sir picked up the line of pearls that hung from my suspender belt and led me into the bedroom. I was scared, excited and so, so randy. I looked in the mirror on my way and my £70 hairdo and my impeccable makeup were destroyed. My lipstick had been smudged over my face.

I looked like a wanton whore who wanted to be fucked, I felt like a wanton whore and I so much wanted to be fucked. And I wanted him to be my boss, my owner, my love. I was standing by the foot of the bed, he kissed me so passionately before he held the waist of my pearl ‘knickers’ and pulled them up. This caused the two strings to squash my outer pussy lips. The string up the centre bounced over my clit.

I was near to climax, I just needed him to put it in and I would be there. Of course he didn’t. “Lay on the bed and put your legs over your head,” he ordered. This is it, I’m going to be fucked for my birthday. What a sweet revenge that would be, having me worried all this time and him being so good.

He spread my legs, he had removed his jacket earlier but remained wearing his shirt and tie (as well as his trousers.) He attacked my pussy with his mouth. I’m not sure what happened. Somehow he broke the centre run of pearls. He must have taken the pearls in his mouth because some ended up in my pussy.

His Travesti alsancak tongue moved down from my pussy across that space between bumhole and pussy until he was licking around and then in my bumhole. Oh hell he put his tongue in my bum! His tongue hit my clit, he is fantastic at cunnilingus, I climaxed immediately, the pearls moving about inside as he fingered me. When I was back in this universe he showed me a small vibrator.

I was looking between my legs which I had pulled in so they were on each side of my boobs. I could see him putting a condom on the vibrator, the one I had put up his bum. Why the condom, he knows I’m on the pill. Why the fuck put a condom on a vibrator?

He put the vibrator in my pussy, he was smiling at me, he removed the vibrator and slowly pushed it into my bum, Wow it was strange, I could feel the reverberation in my pussy through the thin pussy walls. I like it. To make things even better he fucked me.

I find it hard to describe my feelings, to describe what I was feeling down there. He stopped,and pulled the vibrator out, threw the condom on the floor and put it in my pussy.

Holding his cock he pointed it at my bumhole. Oh fuck this is it. Do I want it? Will it hurt? I was getting good vibrations already, did I need more? I smiled and nodded at him. ‘do whatever I tell you,’ I promised and I knew this was a possibility when I made the promise.

One thing for sure both his cock and my bumhole were well lubricated with my copious juices. I tried to relax as he slowly pushed his cock into my virgin hole. Relax, relax, relax, I repeated to myself over and over. Shit the head was in. It hurt. I whimpered but smiled in encouragement.

Further in with each thrust until his balls were hitting me. The sensation was different and weirdly wonderful. His action changed, he held it in and I could feel his cum enter my bum. I climaxed with a strident scream.

He collapsed on top of me and I lowered my legs. His cock slipped out of my bum and his spunk followed it. What a wonderful twenty-first birthday, I am floating in heaven.

I started giggling. “What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Do you realise we have just had the best sex ever and the only clothes we took off are my dress and your jacket,” I snickered.

“Before we go any further I would like to watch you undress,” he said. He deserved that.

“Oh yes sir,” I eased myself from under him and standing at the end of the bed I removed the bra. Shaking my boobs I sat down. There was no need to remove my knickers as they didn’t cover anything, in fact they kind of framed my pussy.

I felt so good, this perfect day was continuing with me turning him on again. I started unfastening my stockings, the thing guaranteed to get the blood rushing to his cock.

“Joe, you know tomorrow when we have the family party for my birthday at the Star Hotel, can I wear the same clothes?” I asked. I didn’t need his permission but I so much wanted his approval.

“Including the damaged knickers which don’t cover anything?”

“Yes.”

“Including the collar?”

He called it a collar, shivers all over me and my pussy was leaking again.

“Oh yes………………………………… Sir.”

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DarkFyre Ch. 02

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“If ye can spare a moment, Milord, I’m ready to report.”

Rael looked up from a map covering the huge pinewood table in his tent. A variety of similar maps and charts were arrayed on the table and rolled into tubes propped against the desk. There were writing supplies and a sheaf of fresh paper at the Knight Captain’s elbow.

StoneFingers was standing at the flap of Rael’s tent. The Dwarf looked like many of his brothers; short and stout, built like an anvil and twice as hard, with a short, wispy beard that was more chestnut than gray, for now. He had thick, stubby fingers that fit his name quite well, perfectly suited to swinging a hammer in a forge or gripping the heft of a battle axe.

Which left most people surprised when they discovered the physician’s hands were far more familiar with blades designed for surgical medicine than ones made for killing.

“Have a seat,” Rael motioned to a wicker chair on the other side of his table.

StoneFingers settled awkwardly into the chair, too short and too broad to sit the chair comfortably. He reached up with one heavy hand to adjust the thick lensed bifocals perched on the great knob of his nose.

Rael’s silvery gaze took the Dwarven physician in critically for a long moment. “Have you eaten today?”

StoneFingers gave a noncommittal grunt.

Rael shook his head and smiled wryly to himself as he rose and walked across the tent to a small stand beside his cot. A decanter of poorly spiced wine, a pair of dented tin cups, and a platter of food sat atop it. Pears and aged grapes, small roasted potatoes and white onions, and some thick slices of salted pork sat on the platter. None of the food was particularly fresh or well flavored, but it was better than most camp provisions these days. Rael poured a cup full of wine and grabbed some of the pork, and set them on the table in front of StoneFingers. The Dwarf gave the Captain a look but offered no argument.

Rael returned to his chair, folded his hands together, and waited patiently as StoneFingers ate his meal.

The Dwarf wiped his mouth on his sleeve. Rael had known the Doctor long enough to know it pained him to do so, but napkins and kerchiefs weren’t a high priority at the war front.

“Seven dead, thirteen wounded,” StoneFingers said at last. “One Knight, Sir Boras passed. Three Knights, Sir Wilhelm, Sir Jorin, and Sir Kor are wounded. Sir Wilhelm took an axe to the chest. Already got a fever that’d lay a hale man low. I don’t think he’ll be makin’ it. Jorin’s ribs been shattered by a war hammer. Lucky one, that lad. His lungs be fine. Sir Kor lost his left arm. Cleaned and cauterized the wound best I can, but there be no way of tellin’ if rot’ll set in or not. Might be he recovers, and he’s still got his sword arm, but he’ll never be the same Knight again. Rest of our dead and wounded were foot soldiers. I’ll have their names on yer desk on the morn.”

“Well done, StoneFingers. I’ll arrange for word to be sent to the families of the deceased, and burial arrangements made according to the men’s stations and beliefs. Tell the wounded I will make rounds to see them shortly,” Rael nodded. He took the news stoically, which was not to say that he took it without pain or grief. On the contrary, the deaths made his chest tight with emotion, and he had to force calm words past the lump in his throat. But war was a long suffering thing, and this one more than most. Men died every day. Good, true men. And more Şişli travesti would die tomorrow, and more still if he didn’t keep his wits and a head clear for command. A leader didn’t have the luxury of dwelling on loss.

“There’s more, Milord,” StoneFingers said in a heavy tone. The Dwarf’s face, which had always been dour and rough, was especially care-lined and weary tonight. “Arthas fell, Milord.”

“I know,” Rael said, and even to his ears, his voice was hollow and hard. The surge of emotion was harder to quell, now. Arthas had been a good lad, loyal and hardworking and earnest. He’d held his position as squire to the Knight Captain with utmost seriousness. He had been a fast learner and knew his Lord and his habits well. The boy had also been enthusiastically and single-mindedly working on his swordsmanship and other martial disciplines, and though he would never be more than the son of a minor noble with hardly a spit of land to his name, Rael had no doubt that one day his squire would make a fine warrior in his own right.

And now he was dead.

The Dwarven Physician reached down beside his chair. Rael hadn’t noticed when he entered, but the Physician had carried something in with him. He placed a single arrow quietly on Rael’s desk and sat back in the uncomfortable wicker chair, waiting.

Rael took up the arrow, held it before him, studied it. The arrow was uniquely made, a slender black shaft and a fine head of steel. The arrow head was so wickedly barbed that if the initial shot itself didn’t kill its target, attempting to remove the head would rip so much flesh away that death would be a mercy. Feathers of a vivid azure blue fletched the arrow and strange runes were scrawled along the obsidian shaft. It was like nothing the Captain had ever seen before.

“What do you make of it?” Rael mused as he turned the arrow slowly in his hand, feeling the weight of it.

“Ain’t no Haruke arrow or I’m a Hill Giant’s youngling,” StoneFingers replied.

Rael had known that immediately. Haruke preferred engaging their enemy in melee, face to face with their foes, but what bowmen they had were skilled archers. Their arrows tended to be on the thick side, driven by powerful bows crafted from the trees of the GhostWood to the west of the Johake grasslands. The arrows were a rich red; common rumor held each of their arrows were painted with the blood of their enemies. Most Haruke arrows either had a sharpened wood point or at most a simple iron head. As far different from the arrow in his hand as could be.

“It was meant for me,” Rael said at last, shaking his head slowly with a grim set to his jaw. “Arthas…fool boy. He shouldn’t have been there. He’d begged me, time and again, to join the battle. And like always, I said no. But there he was, flinging himself in front of me and taking the arrow. He shouldn’t have been there.”

“Didn’t see the archer, eh?” StoneFingers asked, and adjusted his bifocals.

“No.”

“Well. Yer lucky the boy was there. Arrow would have killed ye, even if ye’d bothered to wear plate. Near tore through the boy. Only stopped because it lodged in his spine. More besides…somethin’s fowl ’bout that arrow. The wound was near putrid with decay. Yet the body was…I can’t explain it. But the boy’s body seemed almost to be growin’ ’round the arrow, even as it decayed inside. Like the lad’s body was tryin’ to trap the arrow and its rot inside so there was no way it Şişli travestileri could be stopped or healed. Wasn’t no poison. Some kind o’…”

“Magic,” Rael finished for him, one thick finger tracing over the strangely scrawling runes along the arrows shaft.

“And a kind I’ve never seen a’fore.”

“Nor I,” Rael leaned back in his chair and passed a hand over his face. “What are your thoughts?”

“My thoughts is, I’m no mage,” StoneFingers grumbled. “But fer certain whatever this magic is, it’s somethin’ dark and unnatural.”

Rael placed the arrow down on his desk quietly and met the Dwarf healer’s eyes with his intense, gleaming gaze. “StoneFingers…did Morell see this?”

“No, MiLord,” the physician replied.

“And no one else has been told?”

“No, MiLord,” StoneFingers repeated.

“Good. It would best for it to stay that way. Understand?” Rael said softly.

“Aye, MiLord. I follow.”

“Very good,” Rael nodded. The Knight Captain leaned back in his seat. “Thank you for your report, and your discretion. That will be all.”

Later Rael sat on the edge of his cot, absently spinning the strange arrow between his fingers, deep in thought. A dark arrow, and dark magic. Shot in the heat of battle with him as the intended target. Who could the shooter have been? This attack spoke of deception and subtle, sinister warfare from the shadows. Though the Haruke were capable of guerilla tactics and cunning, Rael simply didn’t feel their hand in this.

Which left him with…what? Rael didn’t know. The Haruke weren’t the only possibility, of course. As a Nobleman and ranking Knight Officer, there was a pretty lengthy list of people who might profit from his death. The Haruke were not the only foreign power the Dalemen had known conflict with. As far as he knew DarkFyre Dale was on good terms with its other neighbors currently, but it wouldn’t be the first time an assassination was planned during peacetime.

Then there was the Court. He had never been active in Court, and in the past five years he had hardly been away from the warfront for more than a moment. Of course, that didn’t mean some Noble with more ambition and money than honor or sense wouldn’t make a reach for power without provocation. When it came down to it, the attack could have come from anywhere. Under different circumstances, Rael would have simply let it go at the unfortunate risk that comes with rank and title.

Only the attack was so passing strange. And serious, too. Someone had gone to great and unusual lengths to try to put him in the ground. If not for the bravery of an incredibly foolish and loyal boy, it would have worked. The arrow was strange, and the magic tied to it stranger still. Whatever dark spell had been enchanted on the arrow, it was nothing he’d ever heard of before but he was certain it did not come cheaply.

Rael carefully tucked the arrow under his cot and removed his boots and his wool jerkin before stretching his long frame out on his cot. He left a single candle burning on the short stand beside his cot. He watched the candle light flicker against the roof of his tent. He had to force himself not to see threats in the interplaying shadows swaying across the canvas. His hand found the hilt of the dagger under his pillow and took small comfort from it.

This would not be an isolated incident. The attack had been blatant, with no real effort made at disguising it. Rael might Travesti şişli have called it an incompetent attempt, only the measures used were not the tools and means of an amateur.

No, Rael did not believe his assassin was incompetent, but instead was arrogant. Whoever he was, the man probably had not imagined his attack would fail. That it had would not stop him. And Rael was in a precarious position; he was surrounded by guards and soldiers and security, true, but he was also stuck to a fixed location, followed a predictable routine, and regularly found himself vulnerable and exposed during battles. The assassin would strike again, and this time he would be careful and sure of the kill.

And he could do it at any time, at his leisure; where was Rael going to go?

Rael clenched his jaw and fought for control as a wave of anger washed over him. He warred with the desire to race out of his tent in a rage, to turn the camp and surrounding countryside upside down until he found his would be killer and spit the man on his sword. It was difficult to cool the righteous fire surging in his veins. But he counseled himself to calm. Anger wouldn’t solve this problem. A level head and sharp mind would.

It took some moments, but finally his emotions settled, and clarity filled him.

He would go where there was information, Rael decided. He would find this assassin, and through him, whoever had put a contract on his head. As he lacked any other clue or link to the assassin, the Captain’s mind went to the arrow. And the spell attached to it.

He briefly considered asking the camp’s mage, Ewin, about the spell. But he quickly rejected the notion. He didn’t trust the battle mage; Rael didn’t trust mages in general actually, but Ewin even less than most. The man was craven and reminded him of a weasel, his eyes flittering and his mannerisms nervous and twitchy. The mage was too eager for scraps of information and coveted secrets as if he were hoarding them. His eyes saw much, his lips spoke little, and though he obeyed orders and served his duties enough to keep up the pretense of loyalty, Rael felt sure it was not his Captain nor the Crown the mage served.

No, Rael would have to begin his search elsewhere. He had no doubt the information he needed would require some digging, which meant he needed to start somewhere with a wealth of knowledge collected, or people who specialized in finding specific, unusual bits of lore…

Dark fell in the tent as the candle at last guttered, spent. Rael let out a long sigh and did his best to still his darting mind. He had to snatch a few hours of rest, at least; he would be on the move all too soon, and he would need his wits about him to find a way to extract himself from his position with as little attention drawn his way as possible.

Doubtless there were eyes on him, eyes that would follow when he withdrew from the front. But with some luck and a bit of finesse, no one would know he realized his life was being targeted. If he could move quickly he might manage to stay one step ahead of those marking him, at least until he was discovered who and what he was dealing with.

As he began to drift, he almost imagined he could feel the arrow tucked under his cot thrumming with dark magic.

He would find his answers. And he knew where he would begin his search.

Home.

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