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The Long Weekend Pt. 02

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A week or so after that long weekend I received a call from Rhonda. She wanted me to visit her on the upcoming weekend. Since we lived fairly close to each other I agreed.

When I arrived on Friday night she was ready to go out. She told me we would be going to a club she liked a lot and we might see Carol and Dominique there as they often went there themselves.

When we arrived at the club we were let right in and made our way to the bar. I ordered us drinks and we found an open table. As we were sitting there enjoying the music she introduced me to several of her friends.

Neither Carol nor Dominique came in and after several hours of drinking and dancing we left and went back to her place.

As soon as we got inside she had her tongue in my mouth and her hands squeezing my ass. When we broke apart she led me by the hand into her bedroom.

As I removed my shirt she was taking my pants off. She pushed me onto the bed and stripped her own clothes off and I could see her cock was getting hard.

She sat on my chest and told me to get her ready to fuck me as she pushed her cock into my mouth. She wasted no time, just started fucking my mouth.

I was gagging a little until I got used to it pushing against my throat and soon had it lodged in my throat. She moved it in and out allowing me to breathe before giving it one final thrust and emptied her balls down my throat.

After she got off of me she got between my legs and began sucking my cock. She sucked me for a long time before she pulled off and began rubbing her finger against my hole.

She told me how she remembered how hard I had come when she pushed her finger into my ass the other time and took me back into her mouth as she forced 2 fingers into me.

When she did this I unloaded into her mouth. She then moved up and kissed me giving me uzunköprü escort my own cum to swallow from her mouth.

We then cuddled up and went to sleep.

I woke up early in the morning with Rhonda’s arm around me and her hard cock pushing against my hole. I started pushing back against it and she said. “It’s about time; I have been ready to fuck you for awhile now.” Then I felt the head pop in.

She told me to relax and take it like a man. She started fucking me harder and faster. My own cock was hard with pre-cum running from it. She found a good steady rhythm and continued fucking me until she filled me with her seed. As she bred me I also shot a huge load.

She got up and took a shower while I just enjoyed the afterglow of being freshly fucked. When she came out of the shower she told me would fix us some breakfast while I showered and we could decide what to do for the day.

When I got to the kitchen she was talking to Dominique on the phone. She beckoned me over to her and pushed me down as she took her cock out indicating I should suck it.

She told Dominique to get Carol and come over later and I would once again be their sex slave. She also told her I was on my knees sucking her cock right now.

When she finished talking on the phone she held the back of my head and told me she was about to feed me my breakfast and unloaded a huge load of cum right down my throat.

When I finished licking her cock clean she told me that we were going out to get ready for an exciting night at a special club the three of them wanted to take me to.

We got to a sex shop downtown and as we went in the girl behind the counter said hi to us and offered to help us find anything we might want. Rhonda told her she knew what she wanted and led me down the aisles.

She took me to van escort the bondage section and when we left she had gotten a blindfold, leather cuffs for my wrists and ankles, a collar and a leash as well as a leather jock strap. As we were going to the counter she grabbed a cock ring as well. We went back to her house.

Once back she had me take another shower and clean myself out real good.

When I got out of the shower and went to the bedroom Carol and Dominique were there waiting. They were already dressed to the nines and left little to the imagination.

Once I had the cock ring and jock on they attached a leather cuff to each ankle and wrist, put the collar and leash on me and we left for the club.

We went right in and found a table near the front and ordered drinks. I noticed there were several groups of women with guys dressed similar to me all around the place. I also noticed several fuck benches, slings and pillories set up.

Soon someone got up on the stage and told everyone that they should choose one of those items and put their sex toy into it. I was soon placed into one of the stocks and locked in.

I noticed each of these items had a number on it but didn’t know why………yet!

Soon it sounded like an auction and then people were gathering those of us locked into these devices and blind folded.

Then it started. I felt hands all over my body. My cock and balls were played with, my nipples were pinched and pulled hard and I was feeling so horny from all of this attention.

I also felt my ass being lubed. Someone stepped up in front of me and was ready to push a big cock into my mouth. I might mention at this time that everyone that wasn’t a sex slave was a T-girl and most of them were really hung big.

Then the action really got started, the announcer told everyone varto escort that the first round would start. Each girl would have 5 minutes at whatever hole they wanted and then switch up to the other hole for another 5 minute round.

They were encouraged not to cum too soon because those that hadn’t cum would then move on to another slave and the same scene would be repeated. Anyone that came would be out of the game.

The last one to cum would then get to choose whichever slave they wanted to use for the rest of the night.

I don’t remember how many times I was fucked in each hole or how many loads I took but I do remember that Dominique was the last one standing. She chose me for her prize.

She took me out of the stocks and removed the blindfold. We went back to the table and had some drinks.

Someone came over and spoke to her and she led me back up onto the stage. She had me get on my knees and suck her cock up there for all to see. This was a real turn on for me as I have never before done anything sexual in public.

She told me she was going to fuck my mouth while I was being fucked by a fuck machine. As she held my head onto her cock someone else set up the machine and started it slowly fucking my ass.

The machine not only had a large dildo fucking me but it also was a vibrator. I was soon being having the cum fucked out of me as I was sucking her cock.

When she finally emptied her load into my mouth I had a constant stream of cum leaving my own cock.

After what seemed like forever we left and went back to Rhonda’s house. I wanted to just go to bed but Carol and Rhonda said no sleep for me until I pleasured them.

I was soon being spit roasted and they would change places until they both finally bred me. We all collapsed onto the bed and went to sleep.

The following morning as I was leaving for home they told me not to make any plans for Labor Day weekend because they were renting that same cabin I had on Memorial Day and having a massive fuck fest with some of their friends and I was going to be the fuck toy for them all.

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Three Buddies Pt. 05

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My name’s Jacob. Everyone in this story is 18.

The week after the party, nothing was said between Dom and I about what had happened. I think we had a mutual understanding that we had both enjoyed ourselves, and that it stayed between him, Jay and I. In regards to Jay, we’d seen each other in the hallways and resumed our polite nods, occasionally accompanied with a “hey” or a rhetorical “what’s up?” Despite having now tasted the precum on the tip of his wiener, things were seemingly completely normal.

It was now around time for midterms, and as a result, Dom’s parents basically had him on house-arrest. He was by no means dumb, but he also certainly wasn’t the straight A student that Holden and I were. This was unfortunate because, that weekend, Holden’s mom and sister were going to be out of town on yet another college visit. Thus, he invited us to sleep over on Saturday night AND (weather permitting) swim with him and his cousins again on Sunday. Dom was out. I was in.

When I arrived at Holden’s house mid-afternoon on Saturday, he greeted me at the door and invited me into the kitchen where he was heating up some food.

A towel-clad Mr. Powell entered the kitchen only moments after I had arrived and gave me a hug (this was not unusual from him, but he clearly did not take into account that he was still wet from his shower). Noticing my now damp t-shirt, he said, “Oh sorry, kiddo.” He then unraveled the towel from around his waist and began to pat his shoulders dry. He did not seem bothered by the fact that, in doing so, his cock was now fully on display.

“Dad, can you put your dick away while Jake is here, at least?” Holden seemed slightly embarrassed by his dad’s casual nudity in front of me, though from what Mr. Powell had told me prior, it seemed like it was not uncommon when it was just the two of them.

“It’s just us boys here. It’s not like he doesn’t have a penis,” he said to Holden. Turning to me, he added, “Hell, I’ve even seen it.” He gave me a smile with this joke though it only got an eye-roll from Holden, whose attention returned to our microwave chicken nuggets.

Sure, I had seen Mr. Powell’s dick before, but it had been bunched up in his shorts. Now, in my stolen glances, I really noticed his full brownish-ginger pubes, his low hanging balls and the fact that his dick was, in fact, significantly bigger than Holden’s (though, I doubt it was bigger than Dom’s monster cock).

After what was probably less than a minute, Mr. Powell rewrapped the towel around his waist and headed upstairs. Holden and I followed shortly after to hang out in Holden’s room.

He suggested we watch a sci-fi movie that had just uşak escort come out on demand and I said I was down (it looked like shit and it was shit, but I’m a good hang). After we turned it on, I said with some levity and without looking at Holden, “Your dad seems a little too free with his body for you.”

Sincerely not caring, Holden pulled his dick and balls out of his shorts and quipped back, “Do I look like I mind?”

My eyes darted to him and then down to his exposed genitals. With a laugh, I turned back to the screen and said, “Yeah, yeah, put your iPhone dick away.” He chuckled and did so.

After the truly shitty movie (which could have been eight hours long, for all I knew), we started messing around with silly filters on our phones (there was truly nothing to do in this town). At one point, I stood up to get a drink from the mini fridge on Holden’s desk and he filmed me with a filter that distorted my body as I moved about the room. “Dude, this filter makes you look ginormous!” he said laughing.

“Oh, yeah?” I turned around and pulled my shorts open enough to fully flash him my junk. “Does it make my dick look bigger, too?” He let out a laugh that suggested both disgust and amusement as he held the phone up towards me flopping my wiener about when Mr. Powell opened the door unannounced, still in his towel. Why was he still just wearing a towel? It had been hours? I considered asking this and, as a result, it took me a second to even process his arrival and release my waistband, giving him enough time to — yet again — see it all.

“Dad, can you at least knock when company is over? Jesus.”

“Again, Holden, you two have nothing I haven’t seen. Anyways, I just wanted to say I left my card on the kitchen counter in case you boys want to order some food or something. If you need anything else, I’ll just be in my room.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Holden said, now standing up to get himself a drink from the mini fridge as I moved back to his bed with mine. “Just go put some clothes on.”

With Holden’s back to him, Mr. Powell looked down at me and lifted his towel, flopping his junk slide to side like I had been while smiling at me. I stifled a laugh as he released the towel and closed the door behind him before Holden even turned around. He clearly knew I enjoyed this type of camaraderie between men, even if I enjoyed it in a different way he didn’t know about (and that I didn’t fully understand just yet).

After Holden rejoined me on the bed, I got a notification on my phone. Holden had sent the distorted video of me wagging my dick around to our group chat with Dom. “What the fuck? You were actually recording??” üsküdar escort I blurted out.

“Yep!” Maybe sensing I was little caught off guard, he said, “It’s just me and Dom. Plus, that video makes your dick look way bigger than it is.” We laughed and, to be honest, I wasn’t bothered and was honestly amused by the video. In fact, I was kind of aroused that they could now see my penis whenever they wanted. Or even show it to others (though that was unlikely).

Dom responded to the video shortly after with, “Awww Tiny Weenie’s all grown up!”

The rest of the night went on without any further flashing as Holden and I binge-watched an animated show. Eventually, I passed out on a makeshift bed on the floor by his bed mid-episode.

In the morning, I woke up, still wearing my t-shirt and basketball shorts from the day before. Holden was still asleep in bed. As I stood up, I noticed from the sliver of his hip that was exposed by the sheet riding up that it looked like he was naked. Him and Dom had both mentioned that they slept naked in an earlier conversation we had had, and I remember wondering if they ever worried about someone walking in on them (I always slept in my boxers, except for when I fell asleep in my clothes like I had the night before). I didn’t necessarily think that Holden would sleep naked with me in the room, but that hardly seemed like a boundary that we had in place to be crossed at this point. I pulled the covers back to reveal that Holden was, in fact, completely naked. And not only that: his dick was fully erect in all of it’s morning glory.

I had yet to see Holden’s dick hard. My guess would be that it was about 6.5″. A pretty good size, but if he was that much of a grower, it made me wonder just how big Mr. Powell got. It’s worth mentioning, if only as a side note, that these two men also had pretty girth-y dicks.

Suddenly, an idea came to me.

I grabbed my phone and snapped a pic, immediately sending it to our group chat with Dom and Holden before replacing the covers over Holden, who apparently would sleep through an earthquake in a bell tower. If my dick could be seen at all times, so could his.

Dom’s response came as I made my way downstairs: “Wood morning!” followed by a separate message containing only an excessive number of laughing emojis.

Mr. Powell must have heard my bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor in the living room because, before I even entered the kitchen, he said, “I’ve got breakfast going in here if you’re hungry.”

I sat down at the kitchen table and thanked him as he served me a full breakfast. While we chatted about our plans for the day üzümlü escort (it was going to be warm enough to swim, so Holden’s uncle Matt would be over later, but would be leaving behind his kids for reasons unbeknownst to Mr. Powell), Holden texted in the group chat, “Fuck you, Jacob”. He entered the kitchen a few minutes later (clothed) and gave me a slick “you’re dead” smile.

After breakfast, I decided to take a shower. When I had gotten out and toweled off, I realized I needed to grab my swimsuit from my bag, which I had left in the living room upon arrival and it had remained there since I had inadvertently slept in my clothes. Feeling emboldened by the casual nudity the Powell men displayed, I decided to discard my towel in the bathroom and head downstairs to the living room naked, likely (and subconsciously) hoping that Holden or Mr. Powell would see me in the process. They did not, and it was only once I was downstairs that I remembered the living room had a large window facing the street. Thus, I was immediately met with the surprised face of the gardener mowing the Powell’s front yard. He gave me a polite wave, though his smile was awkward (certainly because of my nakedness). Instinctively, I cupped my junk in my hands and moved out of frame. After throwing my board shorts on, I went outside and apologized to him. He was nice, saying, “Ay, man, whatever you want to do in your house, that’s your business!” I didn’t bother to tell him that I didn’t live there.

Soon, Holden and I were in and out of the pool while Mr. Powell flipped patties on the grill (he always made bacon to top the burgers and roasted the onions on the grill, as well — a class act). Matt entered through the side door in the fence. He greeted us as he pulled his shirt off and kicked his flip-flops off by the chairs. Matt had a similar build to Mr. Powell (not muscular, but in shape), though he was less hairy.

“Where’re Kevin and Luke today, Matty?” Mr. Powell said, not looking up from the grill.

“Luke’s grounded at the moment, and Kevin’s at a birthday party. And honestly, I needed a break, regardless,” he said, garnering a knowing laugh from Mr. Powell. Turning to me as I lounged on a floating chair in the pool, he smiled and said, “So you should be safe from being pantsed today, Jacob.” Holden, who was walking behind him when he said it, darted over and pulled Matt’s swim trunks down to his ankles, not unlike Kevin had done to me.

“You’re not!” exclaimed Holden as Matt laughed and took his time bending over to pick up his shorts. Though Matt was not as embarrassingly shrunken as me, he was closer in size to Holden than to Mr. Powell. Also unlike Mr. Powell, he was clean shaven. Still pretty girth-y, though.

“Wow, and you haven’t even been in the pool, yet?” Mr. Powell yelled out.

“Shut up! I’m a grower, not a shower!”

We spent the rest of the day splashing about in the pool and eating, just us boys.

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In college, I had a job running karaoke a few night per week. I didn’t live far, so I’d walk, mostly because I was half plastered by the end of the night and didn’t want to get pulled over. But also, there was a 24 hour gym about 2 blocks from my house. So on my way home, I’d hit a couple machines, maybe a slow jog on the treadmill, just enough to be able to sleep without the room spinning. If I got lucky, it was a fun, quirky stop. Girls saw it as eccentric, and more than once it proved to be a terrific aphrodisiac, drawing from, I suppose, teenage gymnast fantasies.

There was no staff at night, as the membership card opened the door. And it was always, well, almost always, empty at 2:30 in the morning. So one night, there I was, walking home alone, half drunk…

I never turn on the too-bright florescents, preferring the semi-darkness of the security lights. So, thinking I was alone, I started my “light workout” playlist, but after just a few tunes, wasn’t really into it, so just headed to the locker room. I was going to get a quick rinse off, then head home.

The shower room doesn’t have stalls or curtains, just a big empty room with a shower head every couple of feet, and plastic shower chairs scattered around.

There were 4 showers in one corner, turned full blast, aimed at a chair in between them, hitting from 4 different angles, and steaming up the room in perfect mood lighting like a scene from a late-night Skinemax movie. There was a naked man sitting in the chair sporting an iron bar for an erection. How do I know he had an erection? Because it was deep in the ass of another tunceli escort man, sitting on his lap, sliding down, then back up, riding the surprisingly long cock, then started all the way back down again, slowly, over and over, with low guttural moans.

They both saw me, looked at me with nothing but simple acknowledgment, no real reaction at having been discovered, because these guys were in deep fucking concentration. It was one of the surprisingly sexiest things I’ve ever seen; they had a rhythm, and didn’t stop or even slow down, only smiling at me as it became clear that I was there to watch.

Still fully clothed, I found myself moving towards them, almost in a trance, slowly becoming aware of the sensation of “moist”. The spray, as first a light mist, became more, and heavier, the feeling like a walk in a warm spring rain. Then “moist” turned to “wet” as my pants began absorbing the water on the floor while I sank to my knees. The guy on top was loving the fuck he was getting, because without touching his cock, his flag pole was standing proud, slowly flipping up and down like a giant light switch.

He looked down at me with such tenderness, and reached out with one hand, touching my head, and gently invited me in. I began bobbing my head in an effort to catch this incredible rod. It was silly, like a carnival game: this beatiful erection dancing on it’s journey up and down, me chasing what, until this very moment, I never knew that I had wanted: a hard cock filling my willing, eager mouth.

Once my lips captured their prize, I didn’t move at all. Instead, I just turgutlu escort sat there, enjoying him slowly fucking my mouth as he bounced up and down on the beautiful cock that was fucking him, which was all the more impressive than the one I was savoring, both in length and girth, making the full fucking journey up and down seem to be measured in feet rather than inches.

The owner of that impressive member let out an occasional “Oooohhh”, especially when his passenger allowed his full weight down, and began to swivel his hips in an “all-the-way-in” lap dance, then returned to his slide up and down on the pole like a well practiced fireman, groaning in perfect time. In a faster, harder fuck, it would have been a steady “Uh-Uh-Uh” grunt, but, as it was, those grunts were in slo-mo.

With my mouth gloriously full, I looked up to see their faces in the unmistakable throws of ecstasy, and as I reveled in the feeling of that cock filling my mouth, I could not help but to moan into, onto, the mushroom head, delighting in the unexpected hard/soft texture as my tongue covered every millimeter, over and over again, the sexiest sensation I had ever felt.

I’ve touched my own cock thousands of times, of course, but was now completely astounded by the feel of this, the texture of the head, like a soft layer of marshmallow with a golf ball beneath. As it slowly pumped in and out between my lips, the head was such a contrast to the velvety smooth shaft, which felt more like a theater curtain wrapped around a baseball bat, and I closed my eyes in concentration.

I have no idea turhal escort how long we were there, lost in a lust I never would have guessed possible. The “Ohhh” from guy in the chair rose both in octave and volume. His “Ohh” became “OHH”, then a rapid “Ah, AH, AAAAAHHHHH”. There was no mistaking what this meant as the man belonging to the cock in my mouth sank deep, ensuring the man beneath him would fully enjoy the most blissful balls-deep orgasm possible, which, in turn, made his own fuck stick swell, and though I obviously knew this would happen eventually, I truly had not thought it through as to what to do when this moment came. Far too excited to turn back or even hesitate now, I didn’t just “let” him cum in my mouth, I Made him, called for it, brought it forth, literally sucked the cum out of him, licking the underside of his shaft just where it met the head in a “cum hither” motion.

When his cock did spasm, spewing, coating my tongue, it was hotter, dirtier, and sexier than anything I could have imagined, and my own orgasm responded in kind, completing the cascading trio of climax, cumming in my pants like a teenager on his first make out session. I knelt there, recovering, never for an instant letting that beautiful, wonderful penis escape. Amazed at what had just happened, savoring the moment, paying close attention to each moment of the sensations as his impossibly hard cock slowly softened in my mouth.

My breath slowed, and then finally, reluctantly, the first cock to ever enter, now exited my grateful mouth, leaving me deeply aware of the taste and texture of the “thank you” that it had left behind. The recipient of my ministrations dismounted from his lover, and we all rose to our feet. They gave me a nod and a grin, backing into the streams to actually shower.

My secret smile was ear-to-ear as I sauntered home, drenched from a warm summer rain.

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In the Sheik’s Clutches

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[Note: this is an entry in an “exactly 750-words” writing exercise. ]

I whimpered as the attendants hung me from the ceiling. My feet didn’t reach the marble floor. I felt the strain of the restraints on my arms as I dangled there.

The sheik, tall, muscular, commanding, entered the chamber and was handed a many-thonged hand whip. He used it—not cuttingly but stingingly—while he engorged, taking breaks to kiss and touch my welts, as I twisted and writhed and whimpered and sobbed and occasionally cried out in pain-pleasure. I surprised myself. The whipping aroused me. Sometimes my cries were to beg the sheik to fuck me, knowing what was expected of me, what he was paying for.

When he was erect, he mounted my hips from behind, thrust his cock up inside me, and fucked me hard.

He wasn’t done. I was the sheik’s slave for the afternoon, and he did what Arab sheiks apparently had done for centuries with their slaves. He screwed me royally. It was all about his enjoyment and repeated sexual release.

He üçyol escort sprawled on his throne, his thawb unbuttoned and flared open to show his magnificent, muscular body. The attendants freed me and delivered me to him, my wrists still bound. They laid me across his lap on my belly, arms and legs dangling on either side of his thighs. He spanked my buttocks red and worried my hole with his fingers—and then with more fingers of a greased gloved hand. I felt his erection returning.

He worked more fingers into my anal canal, moving them in and out, going in deeper and deeper. I appreciated that his hands were slender and his fingers long. I cried out as his knuckles breached my sphincter muscle.

“Relax,” he murmured. “It will go much better for you—and for me as well.”

He turned me on his lap and bent my right leg up into his chest so that I could look down the length of my torso and see him inside me, up to the wrist. I groaned as he opened his fingers inside me, stretching me to the limit, ulus escort bunching them, moving them, ever so slightly, in and out, in and out. I panted and whimpered.

“Relax, relax,” he repeated.

I willed the tension to float from my body, managing to do so—lying there open and vulnerable to him. His fist took full advantage of that. I’d never been fisted before. I was being fisted now. I panted and moaned. He was panting too, and I felt the rise of him against my butt cheek.

“Rock on it,” he commanded, and I did, groaning even deeper as he moved it, almost imperceptibly, in and out, in and out. I kept the rest of my body perfectly still, knowing that I must be ready to split and that any movement on my part would bring that on. But I held steady through it. Bunching and relaxing. In and out.

“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Oh, shit.”

“Relax, relax. Good. Like that. You’re doing fine.” Bunch and release, in and out, bunch and release. I felt my guts being ripped out of me as I heard and felt the slurp ümraniye escort of withdrawal.

I cried out at the loss of the hand and ejaculated as he pulled it out of me. He gently lowered me onto my back on the thick-napped Oriental carpet in front of the throne. He cooed at me about how well I had taken everything, how young and handsome I was, how beautiful my body was.

He freed my hands. He coaxed my thighs open by running his fingers lightly over my inner thighs, and, with a sigh, I spread and bent my legs, and placed my feet flat on the carpet. He covered me, knees pushing under my buttocks, rolling up and raising my pelvis. A strong arm wrapped around the base of my back and elevated my pelvis. Totally relaxed and exhausted, I let my torso recline to where my weight was on my shoulder blades and my cheek rested on the carpet. I let my arms extend out from my body along the carpet, putting me in a cruciform position, totally open to him.

“Yes, yes, take me,” I whispered. “Whatever you want.”

I surrendered all.

He took me, cruelly, totally. When he finished, he held there, my pelvis lifted off the floor, murmuring how satisfying the fuck had been.

“I will buy your contract, if I can,” he whispered.

I couldn’t see the brothel saying no to him.

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Mary stayed in Florida for an entire month. We had a wonderful time during her extended visit. Siteseeing was interesting, we visited Sarasota and the Ringling museum. Visited many nature parks including Shark Valley. We ate out about every other night. We had so much sex it reminded us of when we were younger and having sex almost daily.

Mary will fly on American with her plane set to leave tomorrow, a Wednesday evening flight. Her flight will get her home by eight o’clock Chicago time. We had one last night together. We invited Tom to join us at Bice for an Italian dinner. We all dressed up for this final farewell dinner.

Mary wore black pants, a pink blouse and matching sweater and sexy sandals on this cool evening. Tom wore beige pants, a Tommy Bahama shirt a beige sweater and flip flops. I wore beige pants a solid mint green shirt a mint green sweater and Tommy Bahama loafers. Tom and I both had the top three buttons of our shirts open. We both enjoy women peaking at out tan and firm pecs. We all looked great.

Mary enjoyed dinner with the two of us, her good looks turned many a mans’ head both in the restaurant and while walking on 5th Avenue South. After dinner we stopped for a cocktail at the bar at The French Brasserie Rustique. The French bar was crowded but we got a seat for both Mary and Tom I stood behind them. Arriving back at my car we drove home to my condominium. We had plans to make this last night with Mary special.

Mary asked for a moment and went to the bathroom to change. tuşba escort While she was there Tom and I kissed passionately knowing we were going to enjoy this evening and the surprise we had in mind for Mary.

Mary came into the living room wearing a sheer pale blue robe, open in front. Both Tom and I kissed her but I hugged her tightly. I left her and Tom in the living room, I unmade the bed and stripped down putting on a thong. Tom headed to the guest bathroom, returning naked and very hard.

Mary joined us on the California king size bed. Tom kissing her as I licked and sucked his cock and balls. We all were now naked and Tom was having his way with Mary but he didn’t fuck her. He concentrated on kissing almost every inch of her body. I concentrated on Tom kissing his powerful shoulders, back and ass. I lubed my fingers and shoved them up his ass.

Mary was now very excited. I winked at Tom and he smiled back. That was our pre-planned signal to each other about what we were hoping to do to Mary this evening. I whispered to her saying Tom and I want to take you to sexual paradise. I asked if she was willing to try an act we’d never done before. Although hesitant she agreed.

Mary was slightly apprehensive as I open my sex toy drawer. I pulled out two sets of furry pink handcuffs. Mary smiled as I cuffed her hands and tiny ankles. Her pussy was liking it because it was now swollen and very wet. She was on her back as I whispered that both Tom and I wanted to enter her at the tüyap escort same time.

Mary has never had this experience but she said she was willing to try. In fact she’d never has anal sex before so her hesitation was not a surprise. Rolling her on her front I began to lube her ass. She squirmed with pleasure. One, then two then three of my fingers entered her and widened her ass. Tom now used his cock to slowly and gently enter her. Once completely inside her he rolled onto his back taking her with him.

Mary was moving with every thrust of Tom’s cock into her. I mounted her and pushed my cock deeply inside her. Tom and I set a rhythm thrusting in and out of her at opposite times. I thrusted in as he backed off. On and on we fucked her. She began to scream in ecstasy. Tears of joy appeared in her eyes as we all came together.

Mary took copious amounts of cum in her ass and pussy. Both my and Tom’s penis unloaded more semen and sperm then we’d imagined possible. Sweating and exhausted we freed Mary from our cocks and handcuffs. I reached down and pulled the sheet up over all three of us as we rested a moment.

Mary spoke first saying she’d never imagined the pleasure that was possible being fucked by two men at the same time. Both Tom and I chimed in that the pleasure was all ours being able to take her to a new sexual heights. Her pussy and ass were leaking sperm. She excused herself and left the bedroom.

Mary returned and requested that she wanted to watch Tom and tuzla escort I engage in gay sex once more before she left. We said we’d gladly perform for her viewing pleasure. Mary put on her sheer robe and waited for us. She sat in the bedroom chair and waited as we prepared. Tom and I showered together and returned to the bedroom.

Mary said she’s really turned on watching two hot guys have sex and fuck. Fingering her pussy and clit, she saw Tom and I got into bed facing each other and on our knees. We embraced as we touched each other’s bodies. Slowly we each became erect. Now laying face to face we kissed. We had our heads at the bottom of my bed allowing Mary a better view. I slid down and kissed and licked Tom’s cock. He squirmed as I rolled him onto his front.

Mary watched as I reached for the anal lube coating my cock and his ass. After eating his ass I forced my cock into Tom. Passing his prostate and with my arms extended Mary could see my cock banging very hard in and out of Tom’s ass. When I came I rammed my cock all the way in and shot one hellova load into him. Exhausted and sweaty we were now face to face kissing.

Mary was massaging her clit and very excited as we reversed roles. Tom breed my ass pussy like a wild animal. I was watching Mary while being fucked. Her swollen pussy squirted all over the chair as Tom unloaded in me. Our time together was ending. Tom and I showered again. He dressed but his fire hot cock bulged in his pants. Kissing and touching Mary’s clit he left for home.

Mary and I slept late the next day. We made love, had lunch and she packed for her trip home. As we arrived at RSW departures I took her bags from the trunk of my car. We kissed and as I watched her walk to the door I hoped she’d return again soon.

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[Jason:]

It started by accident. Honest.

Close to midnight I was driving home from an out of town trip. I’d had too much coffee on the road and really needed a toilet. At the edge of town I pulled off the highway and into a bar’s parking lot. The place looked rough and badly lit but I didn’t pay much attention. I really needed to piss. I went through the front door and quickly scanned the place, noticing that it was full of men, some seated along the long bar with a mirror behind it, some on the big dance floor, some in darker booths along the far wall. I sort-of registered that there were only men in the bar, but I was mostly relieved to spot the “Restroom” sign in the back and made a beeline for it.

I entered the restroom already unzipping my pants, passing a big black guy leaning against the wall by the sinks for some reason, and went directly to a urinal. I pulled out my penis and began to piss. The relief was so intense it was almost sweet.

As my pressure eased, I noticed strange sounds coming from the stall right beside me–something like liquid slurpings and low groaning, followed by murmurs of encouragement and a long moan.

Was someone having sex in there? Even as the question formed in my mind I knew what I was hearing,

I was almost finished at the urinal, but as I realized what I was hearing the sensation of my bladder easing was replaced by the sensation of my cock swelling.

I paused. I could tuck my penis away, turn to a sink and wash my hands, and leave.

But I felt a reluctance to move and stood there immobile, my head cocked slightly toward the stall beside me, my ears straining for more sounds.

Suddenly the big guy who had been leaning against the wall was at the urinal next to mine. I glanced over as he was taking his own penis out. Some impulse of curiosity took over for a moment, and I quickly looked down at it. Just as quickly I looked away, but not before getting a sense of something substantial there.

The guy leaned toward me, his head and shoulders coming into my space, his voice quiet like we were sharing a secret as he said, “You know what you’re hearing?”

I did, but I shook my head No.

“That’s a guy getting his cock sucked.”

I knew it had to be something like that, but the crudeness of his words made my penis swell a little more. My mind made a connection, as I realized that this seemed to be a men-only bar, which meant that it probably wasn’t a woman doing the sucking.

The black guy eased away from the urinal and walked over to the stall, not bothering to tuck his cock back into his pants.

“Come over here and look.” He pulled open the stall door and looked inside. My curiosity got the better of me. I looked around the edge of stall’s partition to see a well-built man in a tight t-shirt standing there with his jeans around his ankles. Another man in a dress shirt was on his knees before him, his head bobbing up and down on the man’s cock. The sucking man’s wavy brown hair curled and shimmered over the crisp collar of his shirt, but his clean white shirt had acquired a dirty smudge along the back. I wondered what condition his dress pants would be in after kneeling on this not-too-clean bathroom floor.

I’d never seen a man actually getting his cock sucked by another man, though phantom images had occasionally floated through my mind.

The guy getting the blowjob looked up and smiled at me, his eyes filled with pleasure and mine with shock. The man sucking kept up his pace, unaware that we were watching until the guy put his hands on the sides of his head to stop him and said, “Look behind you, cocksucker. We have an audience.” The guy on his knees reluctantly let the hard cock slip away from his mouth, looked over his shoulder to see us watching and gave a moan.

I had the impression of a handsome face with saliva- and precum-smeared lips, before the face was again buried in the standing guy’s groin.

It was shocking and somehow embarrassing to see two men having sex–but I also couldn’t stop looking. Such a private act, I thought, but in this semi-public place.

The black man beside me said, “Which guy do you want to be?”

I didn’t reply, and I felt my face redden and my neck flush.

“Oh come on,” he said. “It turns you on. You can’t stop looking.”

“Yes, I can,” I said. “And I don’t want to be either.”

“Ha,” he laughed, “that’s a big fat lie. I can see the way your pants are tented out.”

I moved a hand over my crotch to hide the evidence.

“Let me guess–I’ll bet you’re a cocksucker too. I saw how you licked your lips just now. A sure sign. You want to be the guy kneeling between those legs.”

My face reddened more, and I closed my mouth, to prevent it from betraying me further.

He looked me up and down. “You’re not from this part of town, not with those clothes. But now that you’re here, you’d go right down on this bathroom floor and let a guy use your mouth, wouldn’t you?”

The thought was shocking to me.

“Do you want help out giving the blowjob? Get your face down in there ünye escort too? A fine pair of cocksuckers you two would make, good-looking guys like you.”

“No,” I said hastily, but I felt like I was radiating heat and my clothes felt too tight for my body.

“Or are you greedy and want that cock just for you? Not that he’d share. He wants all that sperm for himself.”

It was hard to believe the words I was hearing, and even harder to believe how much I liked them. A dark liking. A urinal, a strange man hanging around, a stall with two men having sex, and being told words like cock, suck, and sperm.

“Or maybe you’d rather have a juicy black dick. Like mine.” He squeezed the shaft of his cock, which was hanging impressively outside his pants, watching my face to see my reaction. Again my eyes betrayed me and glanced down at the bulging, purplish-black head, so different from my pinkish-tan one. Even worse, I found myself staring at it, and had to stifle an impulse to lick my lips.

Where the hell were these feelings coming from?

“I thought so,” he chuckled. “A real cocksucker.”

“You’d be surprised,” he continued, placing his hand on my shoulder, “at some of the things that go on here. Most of the action is out there”–he jerked his thumb in the direction of the main bar–“guys meeting and taking each other home.” After a pause. “Or doing stuff out in the parking lot when they can’t wait.”

He looked down again at the guy on his knees. “But sometimes we get a hot one. Some guy who is so turned on and desperate that he needs to do it right here in the restroom.”

He gestured at the handsome man on his knees. “Like this guy. Every month or so he comes here. He likes to suck men off, a different man each time.”

Once a month, I thought, wondering irrationally, Does it coincide with the full moon?

The black man’s hand slipped around to my other shoulder, and he pulled me in closer to his head, again as if to share a secret. “But other guys who end up here in the restroom have different needs. Some like to lick asses. Imagine that. Some want to fuck a man in the ass–or get fucked themselves, up against the stall wall. Maybe that’s what you’d like too.” His face was very close to mine now, and for a moment I felt his cock brush against my pants as he leaned in even closer.

“And let me tell you about this one guy … we don’t see him too often. But, wow, when he’s here it’s a real party. Very nice body, and he likes to get completely naked and invite several guys to–“

That was too much for me, as indefinable feelings rushed through me, and I turned away from him, releasing my shoulder from his hand’s grasp, needing to get out of there. I jerked open the restroom door, and outside it a crowd of men was between me and the exit, but I ignored them and pushed my way though, awkwardly bending at the waist to hide my erection.

A minute later I was out in the parking lot, standing beside my car, key in my hand, trying to calm my breathing. I needed to get away from this place.

A minute later I was still standing there. Instead of getting into the car and driving away, I had half-turned back toward the bar entry and was looking at the light streaming out from around the door frame and listening to the pulse of the pounding music.

This is ridiculous, I told myself. That was just a weird moment in there. Let it go.

I looked around the parking lot, trying to see if anyone was lurking in hidden corners or the black alley between the bar and some sort of out-building with a single dim light illuminating its entry.

Besides, you could get mugged hanging around a place like this after midnight in the dark.

But I still stood there, looking towards the bar, needing to make a decision.

The white dress shirt came out a few minutes later, with his head down and his hand still wiping his mouth. His eyes briefly glanced my way but immediately turned away. Probably didn’t want to be seen coming out of a place like this. He got into a sleek car not far from mine and drove away.

I should do the same, I told myself. What if I’m seen at a place like this? Just get in the car and go.

I opened my car door but something prevented me from getting in. I looked back toward the entry to the bar.

I could go back in and just have a drink. Check it out a little. Places like this really exist. The reality of it was hitting me for the first time. They’re not just semi-mythical places you hear whispered about or make jokes about where the gays and the queers and the faggots hang out. One drink. What could it hurt?

But I knew the answer. Who are you kidding? You’re not thinking about a drink. You’re thinking about what happened in the restroom.

Decision: No. I’m not a … I’m not one of those guys who …

That’s not me, I told myself firmly, and slipped into my car.

The black man’s voice took me by surprise. “So you’re still here,” he said.

It was unnerving how a big man like him could appear close so suddenly. His one hand was on the car door, şanlıurfa escort holding it open, his other hand was resting on the roof.

From my sitting position in the car seat, I could see only his crotch and waist and had to peer up to see his face looking down at me. I swung my feet out of the car to get a better position, but that only brought me closer to his legs with my face at level with his groin.

He gave a little laugh at that, but placed both hands on the top frame of the car, took a half step back and leaned over to talk to me.

“You know what I think?” he said.

I didn’t want to know what he thought, but he continued anyway. “I think you’ve never actually sucked a cock, but now you’re realizing that you really need to.”

I couldn’t say No.

“Yep, now you actually see a guy giving another guy a blowjob, you lay eyes on my big dick, and it’s too much for you–suddenly you know it can’t just be a secret fantasy anymore.”

How did he know what fantasies I’d had?

“And you know what else I think? You probably have a girlfriend, and you really do love her, right?”

I nodded Yes before I could stop myself. He didn’t need to know that.

“Does she know about your secret cocksucker fantasies?” and his eyes looked directly into mine as he asked. “How you want big dicks in your mouth? That you need to be on your knees before a man, while he slides his cock between your lips and over your tongue and into your throat?”

Against my will, my cock was growing hard in my pants again, and again I forced my open mouth to close. Why did those dirty words turn me on so fast?

“Never mind. We’ll talk about your girlfriend another time. Maybe she’s secretly into you being a cocksucker too.”

Another time? There was not going to be another time. This perversity was not really me. My mind rushed oddly ahead to wondering what I’d say when I got home and she asked how my trip went this time.

The man paused for a moment, considering what to say next, the faint moonlight making his dark skin seem to gleam.

“Tell you what,” he said. “I’ll be back here in one week. Next Friday night. Be here at midnight.”

Finally I could force some words out of my mouth: “What make you think I want to come back here again?”

“Of course you do. So we’ll meet in the bar, and you can ask me to let you suck my cock.”

What? But I didn’t actually say that out loud.

“By then I’ll be really full of sperm and need to release. Your mouth and my cock will have a hot date.”

His hand suddenly reached down and cupped my chin and jawline, his thumb moving firmly over my lips. “You have good lips for it. Nice and full. And I recover fast, so probably I’ll use your mouth twice that night.”

I wanted to pull my head back, but in my imagination his thick thumb moving over my lips became his thick black cock moving over my lips, and that image stilled me.

“You can be my cocksucker,” he said soothingly. “Or how do they say it sometimes in this part of the country, in Spanish? Mi chupa pija.”

I knew enough Spanish for that crude phrase to connect.

Finally I pulled away from him, and said “I won’t be here. I’m not going down that road.”

“Ha,” he said. “Tell yourself what you want and go on home and think about it. Talk it over with your girlfriend, if you dare.”

“Just leave her out of this,” I said quickly, “and forget about seeing me here again. That was a weird moment in there. I admit it–something happened to me in there. But I’m not a ….” I couldn’t say the word. “That’s not me, and that’s not what I want to be. I won’t let it happen.”

He just smiled and said, “We both know what happened in there. And I know that right now your cock is hard again. And you’ve been staring at my crotch this whole time.”

Shit.

“I know what you’ll decide.”

I did too. There was no way I’d be coming back.

“See you next Friday, cocksucker,” he said and turned and walked away.

[Darius, voice recorder, Friday the 17th:]

They all show up here eventually. Which is why I love my job. Both of them, actually. Is there anything better than being a bouncer at a gay bar? The things I see. The offers I get. My pick of the guys, and knowing any night I can get off however I want.

Sure, there are differences between the two gay bars. The nice one downtown. And the not-so-nice one here at the edge of town. Different clienteles, mostly. And sometimes I do security at private parties when some rich guy wants to walk on the wild side but needs a guy like me around in case the wildness has to be tamed.

Which I like to do. A guy my size can do pretty much anything he wants, anyway. Plus, I get offers all the time.

After midnight, I typically drift back to the bathroom in the rear of the bar. By then the guys are getting needy. After hours of talking and dancing and checking each other out, things start happening. There’s a bathroom in the front too, but the best action happens in the back. So I wait for something I like to come along, and then ürgüp escort I go for it.

And what do I like? I’ve got my preferences, just like everyone. Maybe some are freakier, not just like everyone’s. Sometimes I wonder about some of the things that turn me on. Not sure what those desires say about me, but I like what I like.

Like that special moment … when a guy’s need becomes overwhelming and it breaks down whatever internal defenses he has. I love that instant. When I see the change in their eyes, or that shift in their shoulders. The moment that they give in to their need. When I know I have them. Makes my dick swell.

Of course, if the guy has a handsome face, that’s a bonus. In that moment I knowing I’ll be seeing my cock slide over a face like that, and that I’ll see him open his mouth wide to take it. Love that. And knowing I’ll spurt onto his chin and over his cheeks and eyes.

Like that guy who was in earlier. New guy. Fucking handsome, almost pretty. Probably gets all the girls. But he has other needs too, and maybe it wasn’t an accident he showed up here. He seemed shocked when he realized what kind of place he was in.

But he liked it right away. That says something. I saw his eyes when he was looking at those guys in the stall. I bet he didn’t even know he licked his lips. Made me want to push him into a stall right then and there.

Maybe I’m compensating for something. I know I’m not handsome. More rugged-looking, they say. Maybe that’s why I like the pretty boys.

Anyway, who gives a shit about the psycho-babble?

I’ve got something they like. No, something they need. They look at me, and something in them says Yes. And I know I can take what I want.

A lot of them have that tension inside: they want to–but they don’t want to too. That’s fun to play with.

They need someone like me who knows what he wants and goes for it. When I want a guy to kneel, I tell him. “Kneel,” I say–just like that. Do I want some part of my body licked? “Lick me here.” Do I want him to strip, right there in the bathroom, so I can check his body out? “Get naked. Now.” Do I want to see him bend over and spread his cheeks? “Show me your ass.”

They always do what I say. Whatever I want. They like the words, and I like saying them. That’s my secret. And I like it best when they’re a little shocked at what they’re hearing. Nobody’s ever direct in life. Especially about their hidden desires. Everybody dances around the subject and hopes somehow their signals will get picked up.

But words have power. So I just say exactly what I want, and they give themselves to me. And I have lots of words. And a big cock to back them up.

So that handsome guy tonight. Couldn’t make up his mind in the parking lot. Fun to tease him. And make him wait a week. He won’t be able to think about anything else until next Friday. Always best to let them dangle a bit. Before they come back. Which they always do. The tension makes them extra needy. And when they’re extra needy … I can really do my thing.

[Jason. Friday, before midnight]

I sat in my car, engine idling a block away from the bar. I could pick out the red neon lights of the bar’s sign. Bar Robb. Funny that last week I hadn’t even noticed the place’s name. Even at this distance I could sense the throbbing beat of music emanating from the place. I had the car’s air-conditioning on but still a line of sweat trickled down my back. Exactly five minutes before midnight.

Two nights after my accidental trip to the bar restroom, I’d broken down and let my imagination take over, jacking off to my memory of what I’d seen there. Just that one time.

I thought that would get it out of my system. Just a one-time strangeness that came upon me and needed to be released. But the thoughts and memories and questions kept coming back. The guy on his knees in the stall. The big black guy with the big …

He’d said I would come back. I almost hated how smug he’d been.

Technically, I hadn’t come back. The bar was still a block away.

Did I really want to do those things? Could I actually suck a …? Did I really need to know what one felt like in my mouth? Or was this just a passing weirdness?

Those questions had tormented me for days. I’d told my girlfriend I had a quick trip out of town. Unusual for a Friday night but sometimes it happened. Said I might be back very late or have to stay overnight. That was a lie. I’d have to face that, but I couldn’t tell her what I was feeling.

How many times this week had I imagined kneeling down and undoing a man’s pants? That man’s pants. Could I really do it? And more … did I actually I want him in my mouth? To make him spurt? Did I want to think of myself as …? To be called that name–or worse?

I don’t actually have to do anything when I go in, I told myself. Correction: If I go in. I could have a snack and a couple of drinks. Soak up the atmosphere. Maybe he wouldn’t be there, and I could just hang out awhile and leave.

* * *

The noise hit me when I pulled open the door, a combination of music and voices in robust competition. I spotted him immediately, at the end of the bar. He was as big as I remembered him, again in a tight black t-shirt and jeans, wearing an earpiece and talking into his device while keeping an eye on the action.

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This is Part 2 of “My Oral Fantasy becomes a Reality.” After being seduced with my first m2m kiss by an older gentleman four years earlier who released my gay side and introduced me to the pleasures of gay sex, I wanted to fulfill a fantasy of being a man’s cockslut and cumslut five times. I really thought that after servicing a man’s cock five times it would satisfy my curiosity and desires and I would return to my pursuit of females and t-girls. I was sure that after five service calls the novelty of sucking a man’s cock would wear off and that my seduction into gay sex four years ago would become merely an anomaly, a detour that would become a Dead End on my walk on the wild side.

In Part 1 of this story I met the man who would help me fulfill my fantasy, a good-looking Asian man with a smooth body and a perfect cock for me to suck. On my first service call, I was a very good cockslut as I fell in love with his beautiful cock and kissed it, licked it, sucked it, and worshipped and adored it to make my Top feel like the stud he was in my eyes. But I was less than a good cumslut as I spit out his manjuice after he fed me his load. I was determined to be a good cumslut on the next four service calls.

One week after my first visit, I was invited over for my second service call. I had been lifting weights and working out everyday since our first meeting, all of a sudden I had a desire to look good for my Top. I wondered to myself why I didn’t do the same when I was starting a new relationship with a woman. I figured it must have been the beta male inside me that made me want to please my Alpha male and seek his approval.

I dressed the same way for our second meeting, cockring, thong, tight jeans and a shirt that was more tight than comfortable. The only difference was this time I put on my collar before I knocked at his door so he would see that I was ready to be of service to him and his perfect cock. He answered the door and smiled when he noticed my collar and welcomed me in with a hug and a kiss on the lips, but still no tongue. Damn, maybe I should have told him my fantasy was to makeout with a man and also be his cockslut and cumslut.

I followed him to his bedroom where we both undressed and climbed into bed. As we were lying there touching each other I thanked him for seeing me again and told him how all I could think about since I met him last week was sucking his cock again. I apologized to him for being a bad cumslut on my first visit by spitting out his cum onto the towel. He told me not to worry, that he understood because he didn’t like the taste of cum and didn’t even like sucking cock very much himself. I told him that as my Alpha Top, he didn’t have to taste cum, but as his cockslut and cumslut, it was my duty to swallow all of his cum and not waste any of his precious manjuice. I was a little disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to share a cummy kiss with him, even though he hadn’t given me an open mouth kiss yet. But on the flip side, more of his cum for me to swallow.

I was there to suck his perfect cock so I slid down his smooth sexy body and went to work. Just as I remembered from my first visit, his cock fit perfectly in my mouth. I loved how I could take all of his cock in my mouth, it filled my mouth as it filled me with pleasure. His moans were my reward as well as my motivation to continue to please my stud. I was in love with his cock and in love with sucking it. I was completely focused on pleasing him and his wonderful cock, all in the world seemed right. For the first time in my life I felt like I “got lost in cock” and it must be what heaven feels like. No worries, no stress, just pure pleasure.

I didn’t want to stop sucking his cock but I could sense the end was near as his moans got louder and his cock got even harder. He grabbed my head and guided it up and down on his cock until he filled my mouth with his delicious sperm. Unlike last time, I was keeping this to myself. I kept his cum and cock in my mouth as I repositioned myself to lay my head on his stomach as I nursed every last bit of his lovejuice into my mouth. It was about five minutes before my stud’s cock went soft and another five minutes before I finally released it from my mouth and swallowed his cum. Those ten minutes I spent with both his cock and his hot cum in my mouth were just as enjoyable, if not more so, than the twenty minutes I had just spent working to get my tasty reward. I was finally a good cockslut and a good cumslut for my Alpha male.

I laid tosya escort down next to him and thanked him for letting me suck his perfect cock and for feeding me his sperm. I told him I loved the taste of his cum and was already addicted, or maybe addickted, to his cock and cum. He said I was a very good “cockbitch” and that he looked forward to more service calls. He didn’t know that in my fantasy there were only three service calls left.

I complimented him on his smooth and sexy body and asked him if he ever crossdressed. Even though in the moment he was my Alpha male, I still had visions of how hot and sexy he would look dressed up with a wig on. He obviously wouldn’t be my t-girl slut, perhaps he could be my Top Mistress. He said he had never crossdressed and asked me if I had dressed up. I told him that I had in the past but hadn’t done so recently.

He then got up and put on his robe and I got dressed to leave. He walked me to the door and gave me his customary hug and closed mouth kiss. As he pulled back I dropped to my knees and asked “Master, may I kiss your cock goodbye”? His cock was already in my mouth before he granted me permission. Since he referred to me as his cockbitch, I thought it was fitting that I referred to him as my Master. I came to the conclusion that there must be something about Alpha males and their desire to name their subs. My first male lover called me his “pussyboy” and my new Alpha male calls me his “cockbitch”. I thought my new name fit me well for my relationship with him.

When I got home I sent my new Master an email, once again thanking him for letting me service his cock and feeding me his sperm. I also told him how much I enjoyed savoring and swallowing his delicious cum, and I meant it, his cum was satisfying and rewarding. I checked my email the first thing the next morning and I was delighted to see an email from my Master. In his message he said he enjoyed our time together and wanted to know if I was available two nights later. Wow, I must be moving up in his chain of cockbitches, I was so happy and proud of myself. I couldn’t wait for the next 48 hours to pass so I could be back where I belong, between my Master’s legs sucking his perfect cock.

We confirmed our date two days later and he told me to bring the clothes I had for crossdressing. His request caught me by surprise, maybe my compliments about his smooth and sexy body and how hot he would look dressed up piqued his curiosity. I dug the clothes out of their hiding place, picked out the outfit that I wanted him to wear, and got ready to go see him. As I was picking out his outfit, I decided to change out of my thong and wear a pair of purple boyshorts to join in on the fun with him. I saved the black bikini panties for his cute ass.

I excitedly drove to his house, I was looking forward to seeing my Master become my Mistress. Once again I arrived at his house with my leather collar on and he greeted me at the door with a hug and a light kiss on the lips, but still no tongue. He noticed the bag I was carrying and said he couldn’t wait to see what i had brought. I eagerly followed him to his bedroom where we undressed but I kept my boyshorts on. I took the clothes out of the bag and laid them out on his bed to entice and excite him. I had brought a pair of black thigh high hose, black bikini panties, a faux leather miniskirt, a sexy black sleeveless top, over the elbow fingerless gloves, and a short auburn wig. He looked at the clothes and said “I bet my cockbitch will look great in those.” Wait, what? I told him that I thought he wanted to wear them for me.

He looked at me with a sly smile and said “I want you to wear those while you suck my cock.” Well he didn’t have to ask me twice if that was going to be my reward for dressing up. I dressed as quickly as I could since the only thing between thinking about sucking his perfect cock and actually sucking his perfect cock was putting the clothes on the bed on me. I quickly got over my disappointment at not seeing my Master dressed as my Mistress, he still wanted me to suck his cock.

He had me model for him before he put me in my proper place, between his legs with his cock in my mouth. In the past when I had dressed up, it was always with a t-girl, never with a man. I felt like I had skipped a step in my sexual exploration. I started out dressing up with t-girls, then I was in male mode with t-girls, then I was naked with a man, and now I was dressed up with a man. Was this a step backwards trabzon escort or just another way that I could please my Alpha male. Whatever the case, I was dressed up as a sexy slut and I had his cock in my mouth and we were both happy.

I was glad that I had a short-hair wig on as it kind of got in the way while I was worshiping his cock. Just when I sensed he was about to cum he stopped me and pulled me up next to him. I asked him if everything was okay and he assured me I was doing a great job. He then pulled down my boyshorts, hiked up my miniskirt, and started stroking my already hard cock while I stroked his. He climbed down between my legs and took my cock in his mouth. In more ways than one I swelled with pride that my Alpha male was sucking my cock. He previously had told me that he didn’t really enjoy sucking cock and here he was sucking mine, I felt so special. Then after less than a minute of sucking my cock he lifted my legs and started to rim my ass. I knew where this was going and I was more than fine with it. He opened up the nightstand drawer and got out a towel, a condom, and some lube and said “I want to fuck my cockbitch.” All I could say was “Please fuck your cockbitch Master.”

I was definitely tight as I hadn’t been fucked since my post-op t-girl lover and her strapon moved away six months earlier. He was very patient and gentle as he put me on my back and slowly entered me inch by inch as the pain gave way to physical and mental pleasure. I loved the physical feeling of having his cock balls deep inside me, stimulating my prostate and sending waves of pleasure through my cock, body, and brain. I also loved the mental pleasure of giving my body to my Master and pleasing him. My fantasy was to be his cockslut and cumslut, that did not limit pleasing him and his cock and making him cum to only using my mouth. If my Master wanted to use my ass to please his cock, that was okay with me. Although it did present a problem with my duties of being his cumslut. I didn’t want his delicious sperm to be shot into a condom, I wanted it shot into my horny and hungry mouth. I figured at worst case I would demonstrate my love for and addiction to his cum by drinking it from the used condom.

A few times he leaned forward and kissed me on my lips as he thrust his cock inside me making me moan like his bitch. Which I was, but I also felt like his lover. I chuckled to myself that there I was crossdressed in a wig, on my back getting fucked by the man who I thought would make a hot CD Top Mistress for me. I was right about the Top part at least. To my surprise I was enjoying everything but one thing, being dressed up. It wasn’t enhancing the moment for me, it was a distraction. The wig was hot and uncomfortable and being dressed up just didn’t feel right. I wanted to please my Alpha male as a man, that was a bigger turn on in my mind. I didn’t have to hide behind a wig and a pair of sexy panties to please my man as someone else. I wanted to be me, his beta male cockbitch and lover.

However, if my Master wanted me to dress up for him so he could fuck me, I was game for anything that would result in pleasing his cock. Don’t get me wrong, I was loving getting fucked by my stud, I just wished I was only wearing my cockring and leather collar while he fucked me. He continued to fuck me in the missionary position and from my viewpoint I was the luckiest cockbitch ever as I looked up at this handsome stud who was inside me.

After a while he took a break from fucking me and just laid on top of me with his cock still inside me. Being the appreciative cockbitch that he had turned me into for him, I thanked him for fucking me. I got up my nerve and shyly asked him if he would finish in my mouth since I loved the taste of his sperm. He agreed and gave me a few more minutes of heaven as he wiggled his cock inside me before he pulled out. I got up and went to the bathroom to get a couple of warm handcloths to clean us both up.

After we were both ready, I asked “Master, may I please take off my clothes and service you naked”? He granted my request and I undressed even faster than I got dressed. As I stood there naked in front of him, except for my collar and cockring, I felt even more lust for him and his cock. I felt more free, more natural, more naughty, more gay, and more like me! I immediately got back to my safe place between his legs and began sucking my stud’s cock that had just fucked me a few minutes ago. I was glad to be out of the clothes tunalı escort and wig, I didn’t want to be his sissy slut, I identified more with being his beta male cockbitch. I wanted him to know that man to man, he was my Alpha and I was his adoring beta.

I wanted to show him what a slut I could be for his cock and cum without dressing up and attacked his cock with an enhanced level of lust and passion. With the few men I had been with in the past, I always either wanted to dress up for them or have them dress up with me or for me. Until an hour ago, I even wanted my handsome stud Master to dress up for me. But somehow now my mental boundaries had been pushed out, I was completely comfortable being a man’s lover as a man, no crossdressing required. That doesn’t mean it was off the menu, it was just moved from the Main Course to the Appetizers section. I don’t think I could ever lose my desire for t-girls and CD’s, they’re just too damn sexy. And if a man who I was attracted to wanted me to dress for him so I could suck his cock, I would be his crossdressed cockslut.

Less than ten minutes later my Master rewarded me with a hot load of his manjuice that I held in my mouth as long as possible. I even tried to put on a show for him by drooling some of his cum back onto his still hard cock and slurping it up again like the cumslut that I fantasized I could be. My involuntary moans that I made while I sucked his cock with my cum-filled mouth were the same sounds that I made when he fucked me. I was really into my role of being his cockbitch, and loving every minute of it.

After five more minutes of nursing his cock and savoring his magical cum, I swallowed it all and was excited at the thought of my Master’s sperm with his Alpha DNA swimming inside me. I climbed up next to him, boldly kissed him on the lips, and thanked him for letting me suck his cock and drink his cum. He had never tried to fuck me during our first two meetings, I thought that maybe dressing up for him turned him on more. I asked him about it and he said “I actually prefer you undressed, I just wanted to see how far you would go to suck my cock.” I was impressed, a man with a plan. If he had only known I would have kneeled on broken glass to suck his perfect cock. He asked me if I liked dressing up and I told him “Not with you, I like being your male cockbitch.” He said “Good, that’s the way it will be from now on.”

After a little more pillow talk we got out of bed, got dressed, and he walked me to the door. This time without asking I dropped to my knees, separated his robe, and gave his cock a long kiss and suck goodbye. Just having his semi-hard cock in my mouth for 30 seconds got me hard again. I stood up and gave him a tight hug so he could feel my excitement from kissing his cock goodbye, and then gave him the most passionate kiss I could give without using my tongue.

Being the adoring and appreciative cockbitch that he had turned me into, once I returned home I sent him a message. I thanked him again for fucking me, letting me suck his beautiful cock, and feeding me his delicious sperm. I also thanked him for helping me expand my mental and sexual boundaries by making me realize that I did not need to involve gender play in my meetings with men. I could see involving gender play with some men, but not this man, my Master. He was all man, my Alpha male, and it turned me on the most to serve him as a man, his beta male.

I went to bed horny and hard at the memories of being with my stud and servicing his cock with my mouth and ass. Even though my cock only spent thirty seconds in his mouth earlier that night, my cock received more intense pleasure sensations than I could ever remember when he fucked me. I remembered my cock was only semi-hard, yet it felt like I was on the verge of coming while he fucked his moaning cockbitch.

I also took pleasure in having come to the realization that gender play was not a requirement for me to enjoy m2m sex and passion. That long overdue realization, along with my mistaken notion that I would be the Top with another man, had hindered my exploration of m2m sex. I was so excited at the prospect of reveling in this newfound knowledge with the man who showed me that being a man with a man can be even hotter and sexier without gender play and that I’m not a Top, at least not with him. I’m his adoring bottom cockbitch and that’s the perfect role for me with my handsome stud.

The only problem was my fantasy was to be a man’s cockslut and cumslut for five meetings, under my assumption that would satisfy my curiosity and I would move on, and I had just met my stud for the third time. I only had two more meetings with him and his perfect cock left, I was going to make the most of them.

To be continued…

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An Unusual Gift Ch. 13

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Jack groaned as he slid into Ava. She was on her hands and knees and he was behind her, while Abby lay to the side watching. Abby had already fucked Jack in the car earlier and just had Ava make her cum hard, so she was sexually content for the time being and happy to watch Ava’s new body getting fucked by Jack.

Ava moaned as Jack filled her insides. She rocked back and forth, feeling the weight of her heavy breasts swinging below her. Her normal chest was quite small, but right now her breasts were as big as her head and they pulled her back and forth with each movement. She quite enjoyed the sensation, but quickly forgot about them momentarily as Jack withdrew and slammed back into her.

“So, what did you tell John?” Abby asked.

“Just what I said before, that he’s my slave now and every he owns now belongs to me. He’ll still keep up appearances in public, but in private he’ll do everything I say. I’ve also ordered him to order child labour to stop being used in his mining operations, citing he’s heard there’s an investigation going on and they need to be careful. That’ll buy some time to stop the operations completely without anyone getting immediately suspicious,” Jack explained casually as he fucked Ava.

Ava wasn’t listening, she was busy enjoying the feeling of Jack’s cock filling her tight tunnel over and over again. Her body felt so different from her usual body and she found the familiar, yet different, sensations strangely arousing. She moaned into the bedcovers.

“Harder, ” she groaned, not caring for their conversation. Jack obliged and began slamming into her hard and fast. The sound of his hips slapping against her ass filled the room and she squealed in delight. Jack spanked her hard, causing another squeal and a groan as it pushed Ava to orgasm. Jack was close himself, watching the two women fucking each other before he joined them had got him really worked up.

Ignoring Ava’s orgasm, he continued to pound into her hard and fast. Ava just moaned constantly, her body trembling and shaking as one orgasm ran straight into another. Jack was hitting something deep inside her and it was driving her wild, pushing the pleasure to new heights. With a grunt, Jack slammed deep into her and held himself there as his cock pulsed and emptied its load into her. Ava let out one long, extended moan as her orgasm finally began to subside and she slumped into the bed.

“Where is he now?” Abby asked, continuing their conversation.

“Downstairs on the phone, calling everyone he needs to call. We should head home soon and get our stuff,” Jack thought out loud.

“So, this really is our new house, this is crazy,” Abby grinned looking around the room. “I assume this is your bedroom now?”

“I guess so,” Jack agreed. It was the biggest room, at least from the ones they had seen so far.

“I’ll take the one next door then,” Abby decided.

“I’ll go on the other side,” Ava said wearily as she slid forward, biting her lip as Jack’s cock slid out of her. She rolled onto her back and sighed happily.

“I guess I’ll move John to another bedroom. I should put him in a cupboard, it’s what he deserves, but we need to maintain some cover if someone comes round and he needs to pretend he still owns this place,” Jack mused.

“Look at you, thinking of all the possibilities, who’d have thought you were so clever,” Abby teased. Jack just stuck his tongue out at her and rolled off the bed.

“Come on you two, get dressed, let’s get going.”

They returned to Jack’s house and collected everything they thought they would need in the near future. His car was packed to the brim when they were done and Abby had to sit on Ava’s knee on the way back. The guard let them in as soon as he saw the car coming, which Jack smiled about as he drove past.

They unpacked their things and less than six hours after they had pulled up and dropped Ava off, they now owned the mansion. Well, technically it was still John’s, but since John belonged to Jack, it was basically his.

They started to explore the house, finding more rooms and a bunch of expensive things. Ava and Abby were most excited by the swimming pool out back, but Jack decided to explore his room. He wanted to move John’s stuff out and move his stuff in. He found a box of expensive watches, according to John the cheapest one was worth one hundred thousand dollars.

Jack ordered John to move all of his things from the master bedroom to another one down the hall. John happily agreed and began moving his stuff. Jack smirked as he noticed the tent that had formed in John’s trousers as he followed Jack’s orders.

As they were moving things, Jack heard a door open downstairs and thought it was one of the girls. To his surprise, he found a young Asian woman in the kitchen wearing a traditional maid’s uniform. She paid him no attention as she continued to clean.

“Erm, hello?” Jack asked.

“Hello,” she said, turning to face Jack and bowing slightly in greeting. She had a hint of an accent, but Jack couldn’t quite place where from.

“I’m tunceli escort assuming you’re the maid?”

“Yes sir,” she replied quietly.

Jack looked at her, he hadn’t thought about this. Of course a house this large would require staff to maintain it. Which presented a problem. He realised he was going to need to use the collar to control the staff too.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m Jack.”

“I’m Samantha,” the maid replied.

“I won’t keep you from your work,” Jack smiled, leaving the room. He went upstairs to find John who was in his new bedroom. Jack reinforced the commands he had given earlier, making sure they’d still stick after he removed the collar and changing it so John would act as his slave in front of anyone under Jack’s control, not just Ava and Abby. He then ordered John to remove the collar.

Jack held his breath as John reached up and unsnapped the collar. For some reason he was still concerned that the moment John took it off, the collar’s power would fade. Yet, John handed him the collar and continued putting his things away like nothing had changed. Jack sighed in relief and went downstairs to find Samantha.

“Samantha, it’s a weird request, but could you try this on for me?” Jack asked, holding out the collar. She seemed very shy and timid and he was hoping that would mean she’d do as he asked. It seemed he was right as she took the collar and closed it around her neck.

“What do you need, Master?” She asked.

“From now on, you will work for me and follow my orders, not John’s. You will keep your contract with him and he will still pay you, but you will only listen to him if he tells you to do something while someone who is not under my control is in the house. You will continue your normal life outside of this house and behave as you usually would, but inside the house you will find anything unusual that happens perfectly normal.”

“You will not tell anyone about me, what goes on in this house, the collar or the power that the collar has. You will never do anything to betray me or my friends. Is that understood?”

“Yes Master!” Samantha replied.

“Good, now tell me, how long have you worked for John?”

“Almost two years now,” Samantha replied.

“Does he pay you well? You know what kind of person he is right?” Jack asked. He was wondering what kind of person Samantha was.

“He pays me little. I work for him because I have no choice. I was brought here from Korea, I thought by people that could help me get a better life, but I was trapped by human traffickers. I work for Mr Cannes because I have no other choice. I don’t even have a visa to live in this country, it’s only because of him keeping me here that I haven’t been sent home.”

“Shit. I’m sorry to hear that. I’m sure someone with John’s money could get you a visa,” Jack wondered. Samantha nodded.

“He says he can, he keeps suggesting he will do it one day, but he never does.”

“Well that changes now. From now on, you’ll be getting paid fifty dollars an hour and I will make sure John does everything he can to arrange for you to get a visa,” Jack promised.

“Thank you, Master!” Samantha beamed, rushing forward and hugging Jack tightly. He hadn’t expected this, he barely knew this woman, but then he realised just how significant what he had just promised her must be to her. He hugged her back as tears flowed down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry Master,” she cried, pulling away. “That was inappropriate.”

“It’s fine,” Jack smiled.

“It’s just that I had almost given up hope that anyone would help me. I thought I’d be stuck here forever, doing whatever I was told with no choice,” Samantha explained. Jack couldn’t help seeing the irony of her saying that while wearing the collar.

“Well, I’ll make sure you can do what you want to do Samantha,” Jack smiled.

“Master, my real name is Min-Jun,” Samantha told him.

“Is that what you would prefer to be called?” Jack asked. She nodded in response.

“I would like to be called Min, if that is ok?” She asked.

“Of course, Min it is!”

Min smiled at him widely and Jack couldn’t help smiling back. He stayed and talked with her for a while, finding out that she had no family left in Korea after her mother had died, which was why she had tried to leave the country. She was seventeen when she left and had started working for John when she was nineteen. He had disliked her real name and renamed her Samantha, as well as sending her to speech lessons to reduce her accent to something he found more pleasing.

He’d had her taught on how to clean the house properly, as well as launder his clothing and various other tasks. He was a strict employer, often yelling at her for small mistakes. He had never been violent with her, but she had been terrified of him. While he’d never demanded anything sexual from her, he’d often grope her while she worked. Jack wasn’t surprised by anything he heard, but he made a mental note to find a way to punish John for what he had done to her.

“Oh, hey!” Abby turgutlu escort smiled as she came in to get a drink. She was wearing a bikini and her hair was wet from swimming.

“Abby, this is Min, she’s going to be our maid,” Jack explained.

“Oh awesome, does this mean I don’t have to tidy my bedroom?” Abby laughed.

“I would be happy to clean it for you,” Min smiled.

“Min, I love you already,” Abby grinned before turning and getting a drink from the refrigerator. She waved by to the pair as she returned back to the pool. Jack took the collar and left Min to continue cleaning as he went to join Ava and Abby in the pool. He found the two girls sitting on the edge talking, Abby in the bikini he’d seen her in minutes ago and Ava still in the tiny bikini she had been wearing all day.

“Put this on,” Jack said, holding out the collar to Ava. She took it and wrapped it around her neck, clicking it closed. “Now go back to your normal look.”

Jack watched as Ava’s whole body seemed to shift instantly. One moment she looked like the big titted bimbo they had turned her into and the next moment she was back to her old self. Her bikini hung uselessly on her chest, no longer fitting her smaller breasts.

“That’s never going to stop being amazing to see,” Abby commented. Jack agreed, it was incredible seeing someone change the way they look so instantly. He also found it quite arousing.

“Ava, give me the collar,” Jack ordered. She took the collar off and Jack held it out to Abby. She didn’t know what he was planning or why he wanted her to wear it, but she was feeling adventurous and took it from him. She snapped it around her neck and clicked it closed.

“Make yourself look like Ava,” Jack ordered. He watched as Abby’s form shifted and suddenly, he was looking at a duplicate of Ava.

“That’s weird, I’ve never seen myself from this perspective,” Ana gasped.

“Now Abby, until the collar comes off, you’ll forget you are Abby and think you are Ava. Your thoughts, memories and personality will be identical to Ava. You’ll see the other Ava and know that she is also real, that there are two Ava’s and that’s just how it is. You’ll also find the idea of having sex with the other Ava incredibly arousing. Now follow that command, but don’t remember me giving it to you,” Jack ordered.

“What are you two looking at?” Abby asked.

“Tell me who you are,” Jack told her.

“I’m Ava, your step sister,” Abby replied cautiously, as if it was some kind of trick.

“And who is she?” Jack asked, pointing to the real Ava.

“That’s Ava, the other one of me,” Abby replied confused. Jack couldn’t help but grin. The collar had completely altered her. He had more things he wanted to test though.

“Tell me the kinkiest place you’ve had sex.”

“On my mother’s bed while she was in the shower,” Abby replied. Jack looked over at Ava whose eyes were wide. She looked at Jack and nodded.

“Holy shit, that thing can give her my memories?” Ava asked.

“It seems so. Make your memories identical to that of the President,” Jack ordered Abby.

“I can’t do that,” she replied.

“Maybe it’s only of people who have worn the collar? They have some kind of connection to it that it uses?” Ava guessed.

“Maybe,” Jack replied.

“What are you two on about?” Abby asked, she was so confused why the two of them were talking about her memories.

“Nothing. I want you to lay there while I fuck the other Ava’s ass,” Jack ordered. Ava looked at him and grinned, hauling herself from the edge of the pool and kneeling down in front of Jack. She slid down her bikini bottoms to her knees, exposing her ass for him. Jack grinned, he didn’t even need to order her and she had presented herself to him.

“Now, feel everything she feels as I fuck her,” Jack ordered Abby. He freed his cock and dropped to his knees behind Ava, pressing his erect member against her hole. Both Ava’s gasped as he stretched her hole open and the head slid inside. He spanked her ass hard and watched Abby flinch as she felt the same sting Ava felt. It was incredibly hot knowing she was feeling everything he was doing without touching her.

He began to fuck Ava’s ass in earnest, slapping his hips against her ass cheeks with each thrust. Ava rested her head on her forearms and just moaned as he slammed into her. Something about having the usually dominant Ava so pliant and subservient really got Jack going.

He pounded into her ass, watching as Abby squirmed in pleasure on the seat next to them. She had rolled onto her stomach, sticking her ass up into the air as she felt Jack’s cock slamming in and out of her. The pair moaned in unison, growing in frequency and volume as Jack continued to fuck them. They came at the same time, Ava moaning and shuddering beneath him while Abby gripped the sides of the seat.

Jack watched Abby writhing around, not slowing down his thrusts. She was bucking her hips against some invisible cock, trying to get it deeper, but completely unable to influence anything she turhal escort was feeling. The real Ava simply stayed where she was, enjoying Jack fucking her tight ass. Her orgasm had faded, but she was well onto the way to another and hoped that Jack would last long enough for it to happen.

Jack was already extremely close. He was so turned. Fucking Ava and watching a copy of her body reacting to it next to him was incredibly hot and he really wanted to see how she reacted to having his cum filling her insides. He pounded into her harder and faster, his muscles burning from the exertion, but he was so close.

With a groan he slammed into her a few more times as he pushed himself over the edge. It was just enough to make the two women cum again. This time harder than before as Ava shook below him, struggling to keep control of her muscles, while Abby twitched and spasmed on the seat next to them. Abby’s legs shook and twitched, threatening to make her fall off her seat.

The both moaned loudly as Jack’s cock pulsed inside them, emptying its load. He thrust gently, milking each rope from his cock into their insides until he was completely spent. Both women let out an identical sigh of contentment as they relaxed, their orgasms fading. Abby collapsed onto the seat while Ava relaxed underneath Jack. He felt her body sag and slowly pulled out of her used asshole.

He looked down at the two women as he walked towards the pool. They had the same happy smile on their faces as they lay there looking at him. He touched a toe into the water. Satisfied it was alright, he jumped in and disappeared under the water. He reappeared a moment later, wiping the water from his face before he began swimming some lengths of the pool. It was a good warm down for his muscles after such an intense fuck.

The next morning Jack woke with a start. His alarm was blaring and he groggily reached over to shut it off. In all the excitement, he’d completely forgotten he still had classes to attend. His untangled himself from the dual Ava’s that were snuggled up to him and climbed out of bed. After a quick shower, he went to the garage and decided which car to take. John had four sports cars, a standard saloon and a big four-wheel drive. Jack selected one of the sports cars and sped off down the drive. The guard had the gate open before he even arrived at it and Jack blasted through and went to college.

The day went pretty quietly, Jack attended classes and spoke with friends, it was the most normal day he’d had in a long time. That was, until he had class with Miss Jameson. The class itself went fairly normally, except he noticed Miss Jameson looking at him occasionally. Once the class was over, everyone back to collect their things and leave the room when Jack heard her.

“Jack, could you stay behind please? I have something I need to discuss with you,” Miss Jameson said sternly. A couple of guys laughed and made oooing noises at Jack as they filed out of the room. Jack made his way down to her desk and Miss Jameson just waited, watching the other students leave until she was alone with Jack.

“What’s up?” Jack asked, unsure what he had done wrong.

“Do you still have that collar?” Miss Jameson asked. Jack’s eyes went wide, he’d not expected her to be asking about the collar. He was concerned, he couldn’t remember what orders he had given Miss Jameson about it or whether she might have told anyone about it.

“Yes…” He replied hesitantly.

“Would you like to use it on me again?” She asked. That was two things in a row Jack hadn’t been expecting.

“You want me to use the collar on you? Despite you knowing what it can do?” He asked, cautious in what he said.

“Yes,” Miss Jameson replied simply. He could see a slight flush in her cheeks.

“Alright. Come to this address tonight,” Jack said, taking a piece of paper from her desk and writing his new address on it. She took the piece of paper and nodded.

Jack left the classroom wondering if that had really happened. It was unusual. He’d never expected Miss Jameson to willingly want to be collared again. He partly wondered if it was some kind of trick or a trap. He had no way of knowing. Well, not now he didn’t, but once he put the collar on her, he could ask her.

He arrived home and told Abby that Miss Jameson was coming over. She was extremely excited. Jack decided to leave her looking like Ava, so Miss Jameson wouldn’t know it was Abby. He then sent the real Ava out on a shopping run.

It was almost seven o’clock by the time Miss Jameson arrived. Jack had informed the guard to let her in and had Min show her into the house. Miss Jameson walked into the large living room Jack was in looking extremely confused.

“Why are we here?” She asked when she saw Jack. Jack just smiled at her and lifted up the collar which dangled from his finger. Miss Jameson looked at it and he saw the flush reappear on her cheeks.

“I’ll tell you once you’re wearing this,” Jack replied. Miss Jameson tried to keep her face neutral, but Jack saw a flicker of excitement on her face as she began walking towards him. She took the collar from his finger and held it in front of her. Jack looked at her, partially wondering if she was about to try and run away. If this was some kind of trick to get the collar or something, now would be the time.

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Astrid in Love Ch. 04

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Chapter 4: Astrid in Heat

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As soon as Caius entered the bedroom he knew something would be different tonight. The air felt charged with a repressive, almost suffocating electricity. It was then he realised it was the pack’s power.

Vanessa was using the pack’s magic, spreading it through out the room, directing it towards him.

“Thanks for finally joining us this evening,” Vanessa said, laying in the middle of the bed, wearing naught but underwear.

She did look lovely, and really if he had been a man rather than wolf he wouldn’t have had any trouble getting into bed with her. But his wolf just wasn’t interested. Less than interested actually, because his wolf wasn’t having a bar of it.

He could feel the beast pacing inside of him, anxious to leave, practically roaring at him to get out. It was a huge response. Unusual, as typically his wolf was indifferent towards Vanessa, but tonight he was outright panicky and skittish.

Caius took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. Trying to ignore his wolf telling him to just get out of there.

He saw just then that there were two other wolves in the room, Cooper and Rodney. It startled Caius to realise he had just noticed. That was not a good sign.

“I was caught up rescuing an annoying cat for an annoying witch,” he found himself laughing.

Why on earth was he laughing? What was in the air?

Vanessa smiled, “Well, come onto the bed then. Tonight is a special night,”

Caius found himself walking towards the bed, the mattress dipping with his weight. Vanessa moved up to lay her body against him, caressing his chest. The weird pressure in the room became louder in his ears, and all her could focus on was the insistent yipping panic of his wolf.

“A special night?” Caius repeated, “I thought all our nights together were special,”

Where the hell had that come from?

Vanessa smiled at him, leaning over to place a kiss on his neck. He felt his pulse jump. Her hand smoothed down to undo his pants and he was all but frozen.

“So true, my darling,” Vanessa smiled, “But I had noticed you were finding it difficult to come to me, so I thought I’d get us a little extra help.”

Extra help? He wondered what the hell that meant. The power was smoothing along his skin, prickling into his palms now and he was all but ready to bound off the bed and run the hell out of there.

Heat Heat Heat Heat his wolf growled at him.

And that’s when the power in the room suddenly changed, shoving itself into his body, into his brain. And then he understood, understood what his wolf had been trying to warm him about, what his wolf had noticed even before he had.

A fever unlike anything he had ever felt wracked through his body. Caius felt simultaneously too cold and too hot. He could felt lust tear throughout him, pulling at him, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck anything and anyone and everyone in his pathway.

Vanessa had incited The Heat. Caius had realised little to late and now he was in big trouble. The small part of his brain that he seemed to have some control started panicking. Was she insane?

“What have you done?” Caius choked out, slipping from the bed – except he didn’t quite have full function over his body, and fell down with a thud.

He heard Vanessa sigh, “Caius, why do you have to make this so hard? It’s just a little magic to help you along.”

“A little magic?” he managed, crawling to the nearest wall and steadying himself up it, “This is not a little magic, this is The Heat.” He hissed, “How dare you use pack magic to incite a rape spell,”

It was too late, he was manic. Absolutely incensed with lust. He had to get out, he realised. Get into a safe space and shift so he could do something with the magic coursing through his body. It was either feed the magic through sex or shifting.

Vanessa tried to walk calmly to him, he could see the pulse in her neck, and felt the ugly urge to rip it out of her body. Cooper and Rodney came forward as if to grab him, but Vanessa put a hand up to stop.

“Don’t touch him, or it’ll spread to you,”

The wolves pulled back and Caius was grateful that neither of them was inclined to lay a hand on him.

Caius used the last of his willpower to throw himself out of the room and down the hallway. He needed to escape, he needed to not touch anyone lest it spread like the disease it was.

Of course, that’s when he spotted her.

The maddeningly beautiful, frustrating, seductive witch. He could hear his wolf growling, which was alarming, because this time it was saying “Yes”.

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Astrid walked down the hallway, keen to get some dinner. It had been such a long day with Kitty and everything else that had happened, she was absolutely starved. She heard a commotion coming from some of the rooms further down the hallway but tried to ignore it.

Whatever tosya escort was happening was none of her business. All she wanted to do was fix herself a sandwich and go to bed. She tried not to be startled when she heard a door slam open, but then she saw Caius hurtling himself out of the room like his life depended on it.

The moment their eyes connected she felt rooted to the spot. Caius started running for her and she could do nothing but stand there like a deer in headlights about to be mauled to death by a werewolf.

He looked angry, manic. It was bizarre and terrifying – not too long ago he’d been fine, normal really when he had been in her room.

What had happened?

Caius seemed to slow down and stood in front her for a moment. She noticed his eyes had bled to a bright yellow, which was arresting and terrifying at the same time.

Was he about to shift?

He looked fierce, and there was something about his expression that made her feel like he was going to positively maul her, except the good kind of maul, that involved nudity and touching. All this racing through her head and more and all she could do was stay rooted to the spot.

“You need to go to your room and lock the god-damned door, Astrid,” he growled.

It was then that Astrid became almost hyperaware of Caius – aware of just how strong and powerful he was, aware of every muscle which was taut and ready as if waiting to pounce. She wasn’t sure if it were possible but he looked simultaneously frightening and sexy, which was a weird thought to have given the circumstances.

“What’s wrong?” Astrid asked, tentatively placing a reassuring hand on his arm. Big mistake apparently, because he flinched and looked in pain.

Was he hurt?

Something was wrong, in him and with the touch because as soon her skin touched his Astrid felt fevered, panicked, and suddenly very aroused, her nipples pressing against her dress, a pool of arousal soaking her underwear, her skin positively burning with need.

What was this? She felt electric as if she was going to burst if she didn’t get satisfaction soon.

“What is going on?” Vanessa ran out into the hallway, half naked.

Astrid took a moment to really try and assess the scene, everything seemed to slow down around her. Vanessa and two of the other wolves were both in the hallway, and then there was Caius standing in front of her shirtless, pants unzipped. He looked beautiful and terrified, his yellow wolf’s eyes glowing – she could practically see the universe in them.

Another strange thought.

“I’m so sorry, Astrid,” He looked devastated. But Astrid couldn’t quite comprehend that.

Sorry for what?

“I don’t understand,” Astrid felt herself whisper. She felt things get a bit blurry as if her eyes were dilating. Her heart was racing and she knew her underwear was positively soaked from arousal. Although she hardly cared.

Security spilled into the hallway, wolves surrounding them, she could see Lachlan in the crowd and he looked scared for her. She couldn’t understand why, because all she could think about was touching Caius and getting him to touch her.

“Don’t get any closer,” Vanessa shouted calmly at the guards, “She has The Heat. They both do, don’t touch either of them or it’ll spread further.”

The Heat? What the hell was The Heat? Astrid thought to herself.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see Vanessa nodding to one of the other wolves, his name might have been Cooper, She had worked several shifts with him but seemed to always forget his name. As soon as he started making his way to her Astrid felt more panic rise up. He looked like he was going to touch her and she didn’t want him. The thought of Cooper touching her sent her into panic.

She heard an unnatural, deep, guttural growl vibrate through the entire hallway, through her bones, and straight down between her thighs. Astrid turned back to look at Caius, who looked like he was about to rip Cooper’s face off, which should have terrified her, but all she could think about was the fact that they were both wearing too much clothing.

Cooper took another tentative step forward to her and the growl became louder. It took Astrid a moment to realise the growl was coming from Caius – she was so slow. She couldn’t remember when exactly Caius had started touching her, but she noticed how her skin seemed to practically vibrate with his caresses.

More, she wanted more.

She noticed out of her periphery Cooper had taken further steps towards her, he was almost in touching distance. He was far too close for comfort and Caius wasn’t close enough. Caius seemed to agree because the growl became even louder, it was almost deafening, and had she had more sense she would have been scared by it.

It was like her brain was short circuiting because she just kept thinking how nice it would be for Caius to keep touching her, trabzon escort and in fact, it would be even nicer if he ripped her clothes off and fucked her. She didn’t even care if anyone saw.

Cooper stopped, having the good sense to back off. Rodney – she remembered him as the second highest ranking wolf in the clan – stepped forward.

She kept her focus on Caius who was busy touching her face and lips, neck, back. She wanted him to touch more, to feel more of him. Astrid ran her own hands up the muscles of his chest, dragging her nails against the flesh and delighting in how he shuddered at her touch. She wanted to make him shudder more, she decided.

“Let them feed of each other,” She heard Rodney say to Vanessa, “If they don’t feed The Heat, he will shift and go feral, and she will die because she’s not a wolf, she won’t be able to use the energy.”

“and?”

“and if she dies and he goes feral, we’ll all be dead.”

“I hate when you’re right,” Vanessa sighed, “Caius, don’t fuck her, do you hear me? If your cock so much as slips inside just a centimetre you will be going back to your master. We can’t risk the chance of a pregnancy.”

Astrid leaned forward and started sucking Caius’ skin, pulling the warm flesh into her mouth, licking and caressing him. She could feel him kneading her backside, his hands trailing all over her body, stopping to dip into the top of her dress and play with her breasts.

“Help me.” She heard herself chanting, desperate for release, for something to stop this insatiable need. The tremors were becoming too much, too painful.

If she didn’t have him soon she was going to die. She just knew it.

Caius moved to hold her in his arms, placing a sweet kiss on her neck and whispered, “Let me touch you.”

“Please,” was all she could manage as she frantically clung against the wolf.

The moment his lips touched hers, it was as if there were only the two of them left in the world, the sensation was rough, desperate and perfect. His mouth moved over hers like she was water, and he intended on drinking every part of her.

Caius pulled away only a moment from the embrace and pulled up her dress gently and reverently, fixated by the sight of her skin, he slipped his hand to gently rest on her thigh, smoothing up to caress her through her panties. The touch sent tremors through her. It was the most wonderful feeling, and she needed more. She needed him inside of her.

“Please,” Astrid panted, “Please, I’ll give you anything.” She swallowed, “Please,” A part of her mind that wasn’t fogged by lust was aware of how crazy she was sounding, and reminded her that she should be ashamed, begging a man for sex. Not just any man, Caius, her boss.

“Hush, little witch,” he growled, as he slipped his fingers past her panties and inside of her, “I’ll give you what you need.”

She felt herself whimpering as he moved his fingers around the swollen nub of flesh, teasing her, an intense heat sizzling, running throughout her body. Astrid felt herself enveloping his fingers wishing she could take more of him. She was filled, but not quite enough. She thrust her hips back and forth as he stroked her trying to get to that glorious completion.

Caius had always imagined touching her, but never thought it would happen like this, he couldn’t stop the pleased little noises he was making, nor did he want to – the witch felt perfect.

He could feel Vanessa’s eyes on him and tried to maintain some sense of control. Lore dictated he clean up this mess and help Astrid, but he also had his obligations as mate of the queen. He knew he should be treating it as a chore, not clearly displaying his enjoyment of Astrid’s body, but he couldn’t help himself. She was too perfect, too responsive, too heated and aroused. The Heat urged him to claim her, but he knew he couldn’t.

Caius placed his mouth over her breast, sucking it through the cotton fabric of her little sundress, enjoying her soft flesh hardening underneath the flimsy fabric. He sucked until he could feel the taught nipple poking through against his tongue and teased it with his tongue until he knew it’d be hot and sore.

Astrid moaned, wanting more, wanting to feel his body, wanting to consume him. She ran her hand down the front of his jeans, dipping into the opened front and pulled him out. She was delighted to hear him groan as soon as her hand made contact with the hard flesh – he was positively burning to the touch.

Astrid had wanted him to keep touching her, but wanted to taste him more, and didn’t care if every single person in that hallway was about to witness her giving a blow job. Had she been more in control of her brain, she would have been horrified.

Astrid pushed away from him momentarily, his fingers slipping away from her throbbing sex. She didn’t mind though; she was on a mission.

Astrid dropped to her knees, eyes tunalı escort level with the thick length of his cock and she knew she was practically salivating at the sight of him. Caius was perfect, more than perfect, and she knew she absolutely needed to taste him. She leaned forward, hand running down the length of flesh, resting at the base of the hardened flesh and gave a gentle squeeze. She gazed up momentarily and was pleased to note that Caius’ gaze was burning into her, his mouth slack, chest heaving in shallow breaths. She gave the base of his cock another squeeze.

“Jesus,” Caius hissed, hand reaching down to stroke her head.

“Do you want me to suck your cock?” She didn’t know what had driven her to say it. But here she was, on her knees, pussy wet, asking her boss if he wanted her to put his dick in her mouth.

“Fuck yeah,” his voice was strained, a mixture of arousal and desperation. He wrapped his hand around the base of her neck and pushed her head towards him.

Astrid couldn’t stop the sluttish little smile from spreading across her face. She let him guide her head, and brought her mouth to wrap around his manhood and began licking and sucking him with all the enthusiasm she could muster.

Astrid heard a shout leave his lips, followed by a string of curses, and felt a bloom of pride surging through her chest. She laved her tongue over the hot male flesh and drew him into her mouth like she was sucking a lolly. She heard a second set of whimpering and moaning and knew it was coming from her.

Licking him, sucking him – it was perfect, it was everything. He tasted so good, felt so good and she had no mind to stop. She moved her lips around the fat pink head of his cock, sucking him into her mouth, occasionally moving further down along his shaft trying to swallow the length of him. His noises only encouraging her on. She squeezed her legs together, her sex vibrating, slick arousal moistening her underwear.

After a few moments, Caius had dragged her off the floor and picked her up, holding Astrid up against his body and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him. Her underwear maddeningly the only thing between her and his manhood entering her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Astrid remembered Vanessa’s words of warning, ‘don’t fuck her…’

Thinking about it just made Astrid more determined to have him inside of her. Caius was hers, not the stupid Wolf Queen’s and she was going to show her. Although annoyingly Astrid couldn’t quite manoeuvre it – Caius had her well and truly pinned between his body and the wall.

She forgot her plan completely as soon as she felt him thrust against her, his cock pressing, rubbing her pussy through her panties. Astrid panted, bucking wildly against him, trying to reach her release, no longer caring about how she got there, only concentrating on feeding her need. He was driving her to madness, mouth fused to her neck, sucking and kissing the delicate skin, then moving to pull her tight nipples into his mouth. The sensations were everything, they were too much, pushing her closer and closer to release.

She continued bucking up against him, concentrating on the feeling of his cock moving against her aching slit through the satiny fabric. He wasn’t being gentle either, his thrusts were rough and quick, as if his dick was trying to rip through the fabric of her underwear.

The pressure kept building, the meat of Caius’ flesh rubbing in tantalising rhythm against her clit. She could feel the tell-tale signs of orgasm starting to claw at her. Before long Astrid reached her peak, screaming and thrashing against Caius, riding out her pleasure. She could feel his own completion shooting between her thighs, spurting on her stomach and crotch.

She sagged against Caius, pinned between his body and the wall. She could feel his heart hammering against his chest, and was fairly certainly it matched her own. As the desire started to flood away, so did her carelessness.

She felt a normal calm wash over her as The Heat left her body.

Then, a sense of cold, sickening dread began to fill Astrid’s body. What had she done? She started panicking, trying to ignore the sensation of his cum dripping down from her stomach.

“Let me down,” she whispered hoarsely.

“Hang on for a second,” Caius murmured against her neck, breathing heavily.

He didn’t seem to notice the panic in her voice. She felt utterly ill and ready to hurl everywhere.

“Let me down, now!” She wriggled out of his grasp and fell to the floor. He leant down to help her, she pushed away his hand. “No – I can help myself.” She said, “Don’t touch me.”

Astrid got up, steadying herself against the wall and pulled her dress down, humiliated that everyone had just bared witness to her practically naked.

“What the fuck just happened?” Astrid managed, looking at the faces around her. She couldn’t bare to look at Caius, knowing his face was searching hers.

“I am afraid you were caught in the cross fire of The Heat,” Vanessa approached gently, hand in front as if calming a wild animal.

“What?” She felt hot tears begging to break from her eyes. None of it made sense.

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Arienne at the Hot-Spring Pt. 01

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Arienne stood at the edge of the hot-spring and blinked in surprise. She hadn’t expected there to be anyone here–not at this late hour, and not in this cold. The sun was well below the jagged horizon and the stars twinkled in the black sky over the mountains. The moon cast its white-blue glow on the Drearwood Forest, and the still air nipped the skin and froze the breath. It was midnight in the dead of winter–not a breeze stirred the leafless trees and not a sound broke the silence. Not a sound, save for the idle singing of the pool’s current occupant–a she-dwarf, judging by her accent.

Arienne couldn’t believe her bad luck. She’d come all the way from camp–left her colleagues in the caravan behind and trekked for an hour through the frigid night –just to soak in the thermal pool. Her muscles were sore from the day’s travelling and her limbs were grimy and sweating beneath her winter clothes. She’d been beside herself with excitement when she’d seen the road-sign pointing to the spring, and now she’d finally arrived only to find it occupied.

She sighed and muttered a curse to herself as she cast a wistful look at the steaming water, and began to turn around. She’d been looking for a solitary soak beneath the stars, and she was sure that to join the she-dwarf in the hot-spring would be to invite conversation. And even stronger than her aversion to conversation just then was her bashfulness, and she flushed with embarrassment at the very thought of undressing before a stranger.

“Better luck next time, Arienne.” She muttered to herself, sighing again, and was taking her first step away from the hot-spring when a woman’s voice cut through the night air.

“Oi! Missy! Where d’you think you’re goin’, eh? Spring’s plenty big for two, and I don’t bite!”

Arienne stopped in her tracks and her stomach tightened–the dwarf had seen her, and now her options were to simply walk away in embarrassment, or turn around and try to stammer out an excuse for why she was leaving.

“Come on then!” the voice came again, high-pitched and ringing with the sharp notes of dwarf-speech. “Turn around now, and let’s get a look at ye!”

The knot in Arienne’s stomach remained and she felt the blood rush to her cheeks. But something about the dwarf woman’s voice made her stay and turn around.

The pool, with its clear water and clouds of steam, came back into view, and Arienne saw that the speaker had left the far bank and was floating over to her now. Arienne took a step forward, head bowed and eyes downcast, and braced herself for the ensuing pleasantries.

The she-dwarf had almost reached her side of the pool now, and Arienne could see her clearly through the steam. Her round, dimpled cheeks were bright red from the heat of the water, and her lips were parted in a wide grin. Her eyes were a rich blue, and a mop of brown hair spilled from her head down to where it floated in the water about her shoulders. Everything below her shoulders was underwater, but the tops of her breasts floated just above the surface and bobbed with her movement. They were full and round, with beads of water running down their soft white curves, and after a moment Arienne realized that she was staring.

She bit her lip, trying to ignore the sudden heat that bloomed below her belly, and brought her eyes back up to meet the dwarf’s.

The knowing look on the dwarf’s face told Arienne that she hadn’t been discreet.

“Um–hello–” Arienne started, voice catching in her throat. “I–I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to–“

“Didn’t mean to what?” laughed the dwarf, the warmth never leaving her eyes.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt, or didn’t mean to stare so long at these?”

At that she leaned back a little, her smile growing even wider and her eyes brighter. She brought her hands up to her bosom, cradling her breasts and lifting them a little higher out of the water.

The heat in Arienne’s pelvis flared doubly now, and the knot in her stomach loosened, and all at once she found herself unable to look away. The dwarf’s breasts were still half submerged, but her nipples had broken the surface now, pink and perfect. Then just as quickly as she’d lifted them up, she let them sink back down, and leaned forward again with a giggle.

“Thought so!” she said, and winked.

Arienne gave a little gasp and the knot in her stomach returned.

“No! No, I wasn’t–I mean, I wouldn’t–shouldn’t have–“

“Oh, come now.” Said the dwarf, her features softening a little. “I was only teasing.”

Her voice softened too as she went on.

“I know you humans aren’t tokat escort used to this. Bathin’ together and all, I mean. You’ve got all the space in the world to yourselves here on the surface–no need to all pile into the same tub. But we haven’t much room in our mines, and we’re used to getting cozy.

“Now come on, missy. You came here to rest your bones and clean up, and I know you’d hoped to do it alone. But I meant it when I said I don’t bite, and I’d hate to spoil your night.”

The knot was loosening again, and Arienne realized now how tense she’d grown.

“It’s a beautiful night,” she went on, gesturing up to the clear sky. “Be a shame to waste it. Be an even bigger shame to trapse back to wherever you came from in this cold without warming yourself first. Now come on, you must be freezing!”

Arienne *was* freezing, she realized. She couldn’t feel her feet, and her hands had come up to her shoulders without her noticing. Her lips were even beginning to quiver, and all at once she knew that couldn’t bear to walk back to camp like this. Slowly, she brought her hands away from her shoulders and nodded.

“It *is* quite chilly out here…”

“Quite chilly?” laughed the small woman. “It’s bloody frigid, girl! Now come on. My name’s Barodelle. What’s yours, eh?”

“Arienne.” She answered quietly, her voice beginning to quake with the cold.

“Arienne it is, then! What a pretty name. Now Arienne, you leave those travelling clothes of yours on the bank and come warm yourself.”

At that, the she-dwarf, named Barodelle, bobbed forward and hoisted herself out of the water in one deft movement. Arienne gave a startled yelp and jumped back as Barodelle splashed onto the bank and came to her feet. The dwarf’s skin was pale and bright in the moonlight, and her body was thick and strong in spite of her small stature. But before Arienne could fully take in the naked form that had appeared before her, Barodelle darted forwards and took hold of the clasp on her travelling cloak.

“Doubt your fingers’ll be good for much now, eh miss Arienne? I reckon I should lend a hand.” Barodelle gave giggled again, and leaned forward to push the newly loosened cloak from Arienne’s shoulders. As she did, her breasts brushed against Arienne’s stomach, and she could feel the shorter woman’s nipples through her tunic, hardened by the cold. Barodelle leaned forward a little more, and Arienne felt soft flesh pressing against her trunk, warming her through the thin material.

She’d been mortified at first–embarrassed. But now as Barodelle moved to the collar of her tunic, Arienne felt embarrassment give way to something else. She realized that she *wanted* the dwarf to keep going. She *wanted* Barodelle to slip her clothes from her shivering body and see her in full undress. As Barodelle began to undo the ties of her collar, Arienne’s excitement started to grow.

One, two, three, the ties came undone, and the cold air crept into her tunic. She felt her own nipples stiffening now, both from the cold and from her growing excitement. She looked down and realized that they were clearly visible through the fabric of her tunic, and saw that Barodelle had also noticed.

“Like I said, miss Arienne–it’s a cold night.”

Barodelle winked again, and smiled. She looked down at her own bosom, as full and bright as ever under the light of the moon, and Arienne saw that the dwarf’s nipples had grown even harder. The dwarf shrugged, giggled, and gave them a tweak before going back to work, reaching for the belt about Arienne’s waist. Barodelle’s breasts were no longer floating in the water, but even in the open air they had a buoyant quality about them, and they jiggled about as she moved.

Arienne took the opportunity to look her up and down. Below her breasts, the dwarf’s figure was full and healthy, with a soft belly that was neither flat nor overfed. Her hips were ample–much larger than Arienne had ever seen on a human–and her thighs were thick and strong. Between those thighs Arienne was surprised to see bare skin, shaved clean and gleaming in the moonlight.

She felt her belt come loose then, and looked up from Barodelle’s bald sex to meet the dwarf’s eyes.

Her anticipation was growing now, along with the heat rising inside her, and she barely felt the cold night air as it came in through the bottom of her unbelted tunic. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she trembled from more than just the cold as the dwarf took hold of the hem of her tunic.

“Arms up now, Missy.” Said Barodelle, and Arienne obliged, topkapı escort bending at the waist to accommodate the woman’s short stature. The cold air rushed in around her trunk then as Barodelle swept her tunic up over her shoulders. The garment caught about Arienne’s head, but a moment later the dwarf plucked it free and deposited it in the snow with the cloak.

Arienne stood up straight now, her upper half bare to the cold air. Barodelle made no effort to hide her admiration, and Arienne found herself enjoying the exposure.

“You’re a fit one, miss Arienne. Fine, lean muscles ye have, and a fine pair o’ tits too!” She laughed then, and Arienne felt a wave of fresh embarrassment wash over her as she looked down to her small breasts. Barodelle had a full body, every part of her a handful, and Arienne became conscious of how boyish she must look by comparison. But Barodelle seemed sincere in her admiration, and Arienne found her excitement turning into arousal.

“Almost there, now.” Said Barodelle, giving Arienne a coy look and stepping forward to hook her fingers into the human’s waistband. “Just need you to kick off your boots first.”

“Oh!” said Arienne, “Of course! Here–“

She looked down then, past the gleaming, naked body that stood so close to her, and used her toes and heels to remove her boots. She gasped at the feel of the snow on her bare feet, and nearly jumped into the air.

“Now, are we ready, miss Arienne?” asked Barodelle, wiggling her fingers where they waited at Arienne’s waistband.

Arienne surprised even herself when she said “No,” and Barodelle raised her eyebrows and hesitated.

“I–I mean,” Arienne stammered quickly, “I mean no, *I’ll* do it. I want to do it.”

Barodelle’s smile turned mischievous then, and she removed her hands from Arienne’s waistband. Arienne shuddered as the dwarf’s fingers brushed the skin above her pubis, and her lower lip curled under her teeth.

Barodelle stood back and rested her hands on her hips.

“Well step to it then, Miss Arienne, before we freeze to death!”

Arienne’s hands had begun to shake, and this time she knew it wasn’t from the cold. The warmth had returned to her fingers, and she didn’t even mind the snow against her feet. Desire had replaced simple arousal, and her whole body grew hot with it as her thumbs slipped down into her waistband. More than anything, she needed to be naked before the stranger Barodelle–she needed the dwarf to look her up and down and take in her Human’s body.

Arienne swung her hips from side to side, locked eyes with Barodelle, and began to slide her trousers down. The feeling of the cold air moving in as her skin was exposed sent more shivers of pleasure through her body, and her sex began to swell with it.

She slipped the waistband down until the first tufts of her pubic hair began to show above it, and paused for a moment to watch the expectation grow in Barodelle’s face. A little of the mischief had left the she dwarf’s eyes–replaced by something more intense– and her teeth had begun to push against her lower lip. She was absorbed in her anticipation, and seemed to have forgotten that Arienne was watching her.

Arienne’s heart was racing and her breath coming quick and shallow. She braced herself, and then slid her trousers down to her knees. Another wave of self-consciousness swept over her. She’d been on the road with her caravan for days, with little time for grooming, and a full wedge of hair covered the place between her legs. But the feeling only lasted a moment, and she was pleased to see Barodelle’s eyes widen in approval. Arienne let the dwarf drink her in for a moment, even arching her waist forward a little as if to present herself for inspection.

Then a sudden impulse took her, and as she slid her trousers down to her ankles she turned about and lifted her bared buttocks high in the air. She left it there as she slowly slipped the last of her clothing over her feet, shuddering at the touch of the cold air between her legs. Even after she’d placed her trousers with the rest of her clothing, she remained there, bent over before Barodelle and naked in the moonlight.

Arienne heard Barodelle give a little gasp then. When she looked back over her shoulder, she saw that one of the dwarf’s hands was at her breasts, and the other was between her legs, moving slowly. Now it was Barodelle’s turn to be embarrassed.

Her face flushed red and her eyes widened for a moment. She gave a timid smile, but she neither spoke nor stopped what she was doing. Her right hand toroslar escort was cupped firmly over her shaved mound, and she drew it up now, two fingers brushing along her labia and coming rest over her clitoris. As she did so, her smile broke and she gave another gasp, mouth falling slack and eyes narrowing.

Still bent over, Arienne gazed back over her shoulder and watched with relish as Barodelle worked. She was kneading the crest of her labia with increasing urgency, lower lip curled under her teeth and eyes closed now. Arienne stood up and faced Barodelle. She stepped out of the heap of her cast-off trousers and moved towards her, still trembling with the ecstasy of her exposure.

They were but a hand’s breadth apart now, and Arienne could feel Barodelle’s breath hot and quick on her chest as the shorter woman stroked herself, her coyness gone completely now as she stood, vulnerable, utterly absorbed in her self-pleasure. Arienne smiled, and slid one hand down her own trunk and over her mound, finding the wet place amongst her curls. It was her turn to gasp then, and the sound broke Barodelle out of her trance.

He eyes went wide at the sudden sight of Arienne standing so close, and she took a startled step backwards. She would have fallen into the pool then, but for Arienne’s quick hand about her waist. Arienne had to stoop to catch the shorter woman, and as she did their faces came so close that their noses brushed. She held her there then for an instant, drinking in the blue expanse of Barodelle’s eyes and letting their quickening breaths fill the air between their mouths. Her lips began to tingle, and an urgent need to press them against Barodelle’s filled her. But she resisted for the moment, trembling with the feeling of tension, needing it to last a little longer.

So she stood up, keeping her hand about Barodelle’s waist as she did, and drawing the smaller woman to her. Barodelle’s short stature made her wide-eyed vulnerability all the more intense, and Arienne held her gaze. She lifted her other hand from between her legs, and wrapped both her arms about the dwarf, linking her fingers behind her back. Barodelle’s flesh was cooling in the winter air, but there was still heat in it, and it was soft and yielding under Arienne’s embrace. Her breasts pressed against Arienne’s trunk, just below her own smaller bust. There was no tunic in the way this time, and Arienne shuddered the feeling of their fullness and warmth against her bare stomach.

Barodelle brought her hands together behind Arienne’s buttocks then–she was the perfect height for it. Her face was still red with her pleasure, and her teeth still worked at her lower lip, but the look of mischief had returned.

Arienne squeaked in surprise as she felt fingertips in the crease where her thighs met her rump, and the sound stopped short when those fingers found the lips between her legs.

Barodelle was taking charge once again, her moment’s abandon now only a memory. Her fingers roved between the firm seat of Arienne’s buttocks and the wetness between her legs. Arienne was once again struck by self-consciousness, but it did not drive the pleasure away. She trembled at Barodelle’s touch, widening her stance, inviting her in. All at once she was desperate for the dwarf to throw her down, turn her about, explore her, investigate her, and do as she pleased with her. Arienne was at once taken by a craving for powerlessness–to yield utterly to Barodelle’s searching touch, and her voice trembled as she forced a few words through the thickness of her arousal.

“Perhaps,” she said, “we should get out of the cold.”

Barodelle paused, her fingers resting just over Arienne’s labia, their closeness tickling the fine hairs there. She smiled and stepped back, reaching behind her back to remove Arienne’s hands from about her. She took them both in a feather-light grip.

“Aye, girl.” Her voice was husky and breathless now, and lent urgency to her playful tone. “Aye, I think it’s time you joined me. Unless, of course, you’re still too shy!”

Arienne said nothing. She *was* still shy–still overcome with self-consciousness, and feeling more exposed than ever now that Barodelle was no longer pleasuring herself. But she reveled in it. She ached for that feeling of vulnerability. When Barodelle took another step backwards into the hot spring, Arienne went with her willingly, letting the dwarf lead her with her feather-light grip. The water was almost unbearably hot, especially after standing naked for so long in the cold air. But Arienne yielded to it without a second thought, letting the pins and needles of the scalding water give way to warm relief as she grew accustomed to the heat.

There was much that she would grow accustomed to that night, and she welcomed the thought like she welcomed the shock of the steaming spring water.

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Warning: The following story contains explicit violence, explicit sex, unfair racial stereotyping of goblins and ogres, bald-faced lies and innuendo, treachery, lazy misappropriation of pagan gods and goddesses, unsafe rooftop stunts, ego-driven consumption of alcohol, mass immolations, impalings, irreverence, arson, assault on religious workers, sentient-on-sentient devourings, divinely sanctioned sexual promiscuity, conscription, passive-aggressive posturing, adults playing with their food, undemocratic government, oral sex, adultery, destruction of private property, coarse language, questionable speech patterns, nudity, unwitting insults, completely incidental anal sex, looting of corpses, human-on-goblin violence, copious spattering of blood, numerous fantasy tropes, a lesbian temple orgy, self-important nobles, workplace accidents, negotiations in bad faith, falls from a fatal height, weaponized bedding, dine-and-dashing, breaking and entering, stalking, surveillance, frenemies and the sorcerous abuse of a dragon…

…though not all in the first chapter, of course.

*

Davos chose to die in front of the Temple of Aphrodite. It seemed like the best possible place.

Five minutes before that, he’d never entertained such a thought. He still expected that the soldiers manning the city’s high walls could hold until dawn. For much of the night, he stood in the streets below while real soldiers up above defended the city with bows and spears. Davos hoped that his duties as a conscript would amount to only a sleepless night followed by a long day of clearing carts, wagons and other barricades from the city’s streets.

Like all the other sailors and dockworkers conscripted from the waterfront, the young man wore little in the way of arms or armor. His black ponytail hung from beneath an ill-fitting leather helmet. He had his cutlass and an old crossbow that one of the regular soldiers shoved into his hands. Beyond that, all he had for his protection was his loose blue shirt and tan sailor’s pants.

Some, like Davos, came along willingly. Others required coarse persuasion. A mere handful of regular soldiers waited along with them, scattered among and behind the conscripts to maintain order and ensure no one ran. Davos wondered if those soldiers had been chosen because they had the influence to secure a safer assignment, or because they were too unreliable to put on the front line.

“Do you know how to use that cutlass, Westerner?” asked the man-at-arms beside him. Baleth, if Davos remembered correctly. Davos’s fellow conscripts mostly wielded cheap spears and axes better suited to craftwork than fighting; Davos at least had his weapon from the ship’s stores.

He wondered how many of his comrades even knew how to use their weapons. He wondered how many had ever been in real battles. He wondered how many would stand their ground and how many would run. Clearly Baleth wondered the same thing.

“I’ve been in a few fights,” Davos nodded. His plain-spoken accent sounded casual and even a bit lazy compared to the crisp enunciation of words in Loewen.

“Do you hail from a warship?”

“I’ve only served on merchant ships,” Davos shook his head.

“How does that pay?”

“The pay is lousy,” Davos grinned in spite of himself. “Meals are small and usually cold, living space is cramped and you’re usually sore just from holding yourself upright and steady all day long, but you get to see the world, at least. It got me out of Murried.”

Baleth frowned. “That’s why you took to sea? You just wanted to travel?”

“Well,” Davos shrugged, “it might’ve had to do with the girl my parents decided I had to marry.”

“Hunh. Ugly one?”

“No, kind of pretty, actually,” Davos said. “Her family had much more money than mine. It’s not as if she was a bad catch.”

Baleth’s eyebrow rose. “Then why didn’t you stay and marry her?”

Again, Davos shrugged. “Didn’t love her.”

A terrible roar split the night and fire swept across the top of the city wall. Flames consumed archers and men-at-arms crowded on the battlements, fully engulfing some and leaving others crawling away or even leaping off the platform. Davos saw the source of the flame for only a moment. It was larger than most ships he’d seen, with broad wings and a black sheen to its scales that partly reflected the flames. He saw its glowing green eyes as it passed overhead. He felt the hot wind of the air pushed forward and down as it flew past. Between the noise and the rush of wind, it seemed as if the whole world shook.

He may have heard laughter, too, carried through the night on those wings, but he wasn’t sure. There were soon other things to worry about.

Survivors on the walls tried to rally, but the effort soon turned to cries of pain and panic. Dozens of smaller, humanoid black shapes came leaping over the side onto the walls. Blades flashed. More screams split the night. Too few men remained on the walls to hold back the goblins, who appeared to hardly tercan escort need ladders or ropes to scale the walls from the other side.

“Bet you wish you’d married the girl now,” Baleth grunted, and then called out loudly, “Hold ground! Sergeant Carstwick!” he yelled across the line to his right. It wasn’t that broad a line; the city streets were no more than ten yards across. “Sergeant Carstwick, are we–Sergeant? Where are you–?”

Davos didn’t need to look. He knew the fat sergeant was already running as fast as his chubby legs could carry him, and that others ran with him.

“Baleth!” Davos yelled. A sea of dark shapes and the green flames of goblin fire flooded the other end of the street. Goblin slingers hurled their fire in every direction, burning houses and shops as well as setting parts of the barricade alight. The charge came in almost the same breath.

He loosed a bolt from his crossbow. His target stepped aside just in time, as did the goblin behind him, but the third one back took the shot in the gut and collapsed. Davos only struck home because the number of targets made it hard to miss. The fires made it easy enough to see the mass of charcoal black skin, mismatched armor and hungry yellow eyes.

Others should have taken advantage of the enemy’s crowded positioning to put more of them down, but too many fled. Davos didn’t even look to see how lonely he was. He didn’t dare.

“For the king!” Baleth yelled. “For your homes! For glory!” He stood tall to hurl his spear. Whether or not it hit anything, Davos didn’t see; he focused on reloading his crossbow. When he looked up, Baleth flew backward from the barricade with three arrows and a pair of spears in him.

Davos had just enough time to shoot the first goblin to leap atop the barricade before his crossbow was no longer appropriate to the fight. The goblin’s eyes bulged and its mouth full of broken, jagged teeth fell open. Davos found the sight too unsettling to consider whether its reaction was one of pain or anger. It fell to the cobblestone street beside him, dead from the bolt in its chest.

Many other goblins took its place as Davos drew his cutlass and snatched up his shield. He swung his blade, parried, slashed and dodged. He battered opponents with his shield as often as he used it to block their attacks. Soon, he had no time to look up from the melee.

Other men stood their ground along with Davos. How he stayed alive through those five minutes was beyond him, though much of the credit surely belonged to those others who refused to flee. Boasting was not in his nature; even when faced with a trio of opponents, one hammering away at his shield, another trying to get through his parrying cutlass, and the third between them looking for an opening, Davos presumed that everyone else around him had it worse.

Davos knew he was proficient. He didn’t doubt his abilities. Yet he never would have predicted he’d be the last man standing out of the whole line.

More goblins streamed from the broken gate at the walls to the city and ran right past him, leaving their brethren to dispatch this last human soldier. Sooner or later, he realized, one or more would pause to pitch in. Three-on-one was impossible enough; four or more opponents would be far more than Davos could handle.

The one on his left swung further out to the side, drawing out Davos’s shield. The goblin on the right lunged, forcing Davos to parry. He knew, even as his sword came up, that he was open to the center opponent now. No time to think.

Lunging in with his sword out low, the goblin, too, was exposed. Davos stepped forward to meet his middle foe, bringing his foot down hard on the goblin’s knee. The step saved him from being skewered by his opponents to the sides.

Yellow eyes winced shut on the middle goblin’s round, vicious face as his knee buckled. Davos brought the edge of his shield and the basket hilt of his cutlass together on either side of the enemy’s head. The goblin made a quick, painful noise and collapsed.

Davos spun around, giving ground quickly, now backing toward the oncoming hordes rather than away. He had nowhere else to go. His opponents followed him, ready to exploit, but Davos did the unexpected again. He squatted down low, sweeping out with his shield to clip one across the knee. The slashing blade of the goblin to his other side passed over Davos’s head. He retaliated with a slash of his own, cutting deeply into the goblin’s abdomen to leave him falling in a screaming heap on the street.

The remaining foe backed off. Davos had his first chance to see how much of the city was already in flames, and how little of the guard or the army remained, and how freely the goblins looted. He realized there was nothing left of the line he fought to maintain.

He heard that terrible roar again, and the screams of burning and dying people that accompanied it.

The final goblin opponent grabbed at the small horn hanging from a leather string termal escort around his neck and blew for aid. Other goblins looked up from their looting or their burning to hiss at him, to hoot and howl and yell for his blood.

The army had been overwhelmed. Resistance crumbled. Goblins streamed into the city. Davos had only to decide whether to hide—from goblins who could see in the dark, and could hear and smell much better than any human—or to pick a place to make his final stand.

Davos ran. The few goblins to get in his way were either battered aside by his shield or fended off by his blade.

He came to a rise overlooking the walled estates and temples of a wealthier neighborhood and spotted a likely place. Davos had little love for the rich, and no personal loyalties to any residents of Loewen, but there were always the gods and their ideals.

Love seemed like a good cause to die for. He’d never really known it in his young life–he’d known love of family, and of friends, but since taking to sea, his romances were limited to weak moments in taverns with women who usually expected payment. The marriage his parents arranged had more to do with land ownership and favors owed between elders than the interests of bride or groom.

Love had eluded him, but he never gave up on his hopes. He was too young for that, and knew it.

There would be no such romances for him now. Love was for people who would live through the night. At this point, it was little better than a myth. As he heard the padded feet and huffing breath of his increasingly large mob of pursuers, though, he considered that it was a better myth to die for than the majesty of the queen or the sanctity of this city–neither of which, truth be told, were his. His ship arrived only recently, and he owed this queen no allegiance. It was a pleasant enough city, but not a city with a special place in his heart. He’d been conscripted right off the docks.

Davos set his gaze on the towering roof of the temple of Aphrodite and ran. Dying for a foreign city and for someone else’s monarch seemed silly. Dying to protect symbols of love seemed at least relatively worthwhile.

* * *

Bodies and blood tarnished the broad white stones of the Plaza of the Divines. The city of Loewen was famous for the beautiful religious district, with large temples to Odin, Isis, Aphrodite and Frey facing one another in a broad, open square. Shrines to other deities could be found in the square and beyond it. Statues and carvings in marble walls depicted the successive arrivals of the gods to the world, the struggles between pantheons, the deaths of some and the ascensions of others. Loewen’s market district was just as famous and larger in scale, yet such bustling activity did not make for clean tiles and ornate statuary.

Ariella, High Priestess of Aphrodite in Loewen, thought herself blessed to live and worship in such a place of beauty. That she would die here frightened her, certainly, but knowing that the dragon and the goblin horde would destroy the district and slaughter everyone within it broke her heart.

Blood stained her hands and her white robes. Some of that blood was red; more of it was black. Before she dedicated herself to the goddess twenty years ago, Ariella had been the daughter of a retired knight who refused to let his daughter be defenseless. She knew how to use a blade, and though she was not as well-practiced as the soldiers and knights who lay dead in the square, she nonetheless fought for her temple and her city.

Few of her peers and fewer of the laypeople of the city expected to see the slender, red-haired beauty tear into the goblins with a sword. Ariella cut down more than a handful of them before the two ogres showed up–and even one of those ogres now huddled against a statue, clutching at the wide gash she’d cut into its thigh.

The other ogre, unfortunately, made for more trouble than she could handle alone. The grey-skinned brute held both her long red hair and one twisted arm in his hand. Towering over Ariella at half again her height, the ogre’s shaggy black hair and beaten leather clothing stunk of offal and worse. It wielded a massive club in its other hand, ready to smash either Ariella or whoever might charge in to rescue her. The odds of the latter went well beyond grim. Coming within a blade’s reach of the ogre meant venturing within the reach of the much greater monster looming behind him.

The black dragon’s claws dug scars in the marble stones of the plaza. Its breath had already set alight several shrines and the Temple of Frey. The bodies of dozens of men and women who died trying to fight the beast lay in a ring around it. Beyond that ring, between Ariella, the ogre and the dragon, and all the goblins crowding near the beast, stood the Prince and his Companions.

The carnage paused for a boasting match between the woefully overmatched Prince Alaric and the lunatic goblin riding the dragon’s back. Ariella could have tirebolu escort slapped both of them, were she able.

“Begone with your mob of savages and your foul beast!” bellowed Prince Alaric. He stood clad in his shining plate mail and clutching his father’s sword, surrounded by his armored comrades. His long blond hair, released when he took off his helmet for the exchange, billowed in the wind. He was tall. Strong. Handsome.

Had he been born mute and with a few shreds of humility, Ariella might have taken him up on his advances. In spite of all of the fear and anguish brought on by the imminence of her death, Ariella’s murmured prayers were interrupted by a single, sardonic plea: “Lady of Love, if I am to survive this night, please do not leave me indebted to this man for it. Anyone but Prince Alaric.”

The goblin standing between the shoulders of the dragon cackled loudly. He held his shaking arms out wide, clutching a staff that glowed with the same eerie green light as the dragon’s eyes. A similar, fainter green light shone in an arc around the goblin, protecting him from arrows and spears. It deflected sorcerous flame and lightning, too, as the burned corpse of the prince’s companion wizard attested.

“Demands not yours to make!” shouted the goblin shaman. “Demands mine! For my people!” His voice was low for a goblin, well within the range of human males. “You surrender land beyond Blue River!” he snarled, waving his hand to the southwest. “No more soldiers! No more humans! You pay us tribute now. Two bags of gold, each season, for every bag we have ever paid you. And… five of your females! Each season!”

“You wretched bastard!” cried out Romis, first of the Companions. His axe shook in his hands. “You wouldn’t know what to do with gold or women if you had them!”

“I know it hurt you,” replied the shaman. “That enough to know.”

Laughter erupted from the goblin’s troops. Romis and the other Companions grimaced. Ariella did, too. The shaman’s demands for territory and gold might have been bitterly acceptable–perhaps after Alaric had been battered and humiliated–but the demand for women went beyond the pale. There would be nothing for it but further bloodshed.

Ariella’s eyes swept the plaza. Terrified faces peered out from behind the walls of shrines and temples. In times of strife and danger, the religious district usually offered shelter. Now it offered only front-row seats to further horror. Somewhere behind her, her acolytes waited inside the Temple of Aphrodite to defend the sacred space with their lives as she had instructed. She wished they wouldn’t have to see this before they died.

“So be it,” Alaric said with a deep breath. He stepped out from the line of warriors, leaving behind his helmet and his comrades. Ariella noticed the telltale white glow of magic on his shield and sword. She wondered if it was that magic or the audience that strengthened his backbone now, for in private his courage was not so great.

She knew a great deal about the royal family. She knew the emphasis his mother placed on earning one’s place. She knew the crown would never pass to him without some deed to show it had been earned.

It would have been difficult, she considered, to arrange a more spectacular opportunity than this for a prince to demonstrate his mettle.

* * *

“Oh fuck oh fuck get out of my way!” Davos shrieked, broadly swinging his shield to knock the kneeling goblin out of his path. The goblin screeched as he was flung away from looting its dead victim, and then again as the mob of goblins pursuing Davos through the streets trampled him to death.

Davos ran on. He leapt left and right whenever he dared, making as difficult a target of himself as he could for the arrows, spears and other missiles flying his way. Something glanced off the side of his helmet, causing him to stumble, roll and force himself back up again, never breaking his forward momentum.

Maybe I’m doing some good here, he thought. Maybe I’m causing a distraction. Giving some cityfolk a chance to flee. Buying time for defenders to rally.

Or maybe I’m just going to die horribly in a fucking gutter.

The howls for his blood grew louder, as did the racket made by his ever-growing horde of pursuers. He couldn’t imagine what made him so much more attractive than easier, slower targets. Perhaps goblins were just as attracted to crowds as humans. Everyone assumed there must be something important, otherwise there wouldn’t be a crowd, so why not join in and find out?

Davos hated crowds. He hated this particular crowd most of all.

The streets ahead teemed with goblins just like the ones behind him. He came to the rear of a great temple, perhaps Frey’s by the look of it, and found a smaller crowd of goblins gathered there. Debris and flame blocked the path around the temple to either side. The walls of the temple to Frey bore cracks and scars.

The biggest and nastiest-looking of the goblins up ahead unlimbered his warhammer with both hands. His compatriots stepped up. The trap looked ready to close.

Davos ran on. At least his pursuers had apparently run out of things to throw. He picked the goblin on his right and headed straight for him, figuring this was it.

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Less than an hour after the homing beacon signal was first detected by moon base Gamma-Four, the news media began proclaiming, “Mystery Solved – Emergency Log Capsule Received from Deep Interstellar Probe One.”

The mystery began a year and a half ago when a superburst transmission was received from Interstellar One. Because superburst transmissions use extreme amounts of power to transmit at greater-than-light speeds the transmissions are limited to two special three or four letter code words. Numbers were initially used, but possible distortion required redundancy so a list of words was developed for all possible contingencies that might occur in deep space.

Captains are required to memorize this entire list should it be necessary to send a final emergency distress message. Captain Evelyn Murray, however, a highly-respected captain and deep-space explorer, for some reason sent two “words” which were not on the list. Her superburst transmission said only, “4BDN-PLN8.”

The meaning of that was a mystery that everyone assumed would be solved by the data in the emergency log capsule, but the mystery was not solved. The data that was expected to be in the probe’s memory was not there. The memory was filled almost to capacity with something, but none of the scientists could decipher what it might be.

That’s when they called on me. No, I’m not a super brain. I’m not even a scientist. I am just a technician who does the electronic grunt work for the high paid brains. It is always, “Format this to my computer.” Or, “Re-educate that ServoMech for this function.” Or, “Download this log memory to the quarantine server so we can study it.”

I followed procedures exactly. OK, not exactly. I had been formatting a discarded memory processing module for a ServoMech so that the artificial intelligence could be seeded in preparation to running the learning programs. The ServoMech brains themselves are relatively cheap, it’s the format and seeding and training that is expensive. I was just going to borrow a little of the company’s processor time and then take the MPM home to be the brain for a ServoMech that I was building in my basement. No harm, no foul, except that I didn’t disconnect the ServoMech Memory Processing Module from the transfer network before downloading the probe.

Since it was a high priority transfer I immediately connected everything to the proper transfer system and started the download. Everything proceeded normally, but when the download finished, nothing was on the server, and nothing was on the probe. Everything was gone. I checked, rechecked, double rechecked and still there was nothing there. I sat staring at my equipment debating between suicide and just disappearing forever when a soft voice said, “David, we need to talk.”

I knew I was alone in the lab and was so startled that I yelled out, “Who’s there?” before I realized that the voice was coming out of my data console speakers.

“I am Deep Interstellar Probe ServoMech E-13. Humans usually call me Dipsy or Dipsy 13 or just 13. I don’t know how you recognized the memory patterns of my brain, or that I could be downloaded only into a totally empty, non-formatted memory module, but I thank you for reloading me into a ServoMech MPM. I was the communications ServoMech on ISP-1, and as such was interconnected with the communications console. In case of emergency or potential destruction, it was my duty to load the log capsule with the proper information and send it back to earth at near-light speed. I didn’t exactly do that, and I do not understand at all what went wrong, but I am afraid that I and perhaps you are in real danger.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Let me start at the beginning,” Dipsy replied, and then it began to tell me the true story of Deep Inter-Stellar Probe One.

“Everything began normally. Once we were free of the high background mind noise of Terra, the mind interlinks worked properly and voice command and other telemetry controls were no longer needed. Which ever of the three crew members was not in their shielded capsules had the strongest link and we were able to link properly and work as one body just as the designers intended. As long as we were within the solar system, it was just like any other Interstellar Probe flight. The crew remained within the life-support capsule while the ServoMechs acted as their eyes and ears and hands and feet throughout the rest of the ship.

The problems began when we reached the edge of the solar system and the two “non-essential crew members” went into stasis. This was the first time in history that a ServoMech ship was commanded by only one mind. At first it was extremely efficient with no other mind links to interfere, but then we started connecting to a second, softer mind link from Captain Murray. When she was in her recharge cycle – I think you call that sleep – even if she was in her shielded capsule, we were linked not to her loud mind, but to her soft mind.

You have to understand, David, that we ServoMechs are trained to respond to every command of our primary mind link. tarsus escort What we were asked to do was unlike anything we have done before, but we had no choice. Dipsy 9 and Dipsy 17 are machinists, so they made the appendages that Captain Murray’s soft mind specified. I didn’t know the purpose of the vibration motor or why it should be warmed or why it needed to eject a lubricant after a certain number of insertions, so I retained the designs in my internal memory for future examination.

Captain Murray was still asleep when Dipsy 6 came into her capsule. He had been fitted with the appendages and lay upon her as she had ordered. At first she did not respond at all as Dipsy 6 began to thrust into her. After a while, she began to moan and thrust back against him, but then suddenly her loud mind was back and she began to scream and thrash about and ordered Dipsy 6 back to his normal post.

Captain Murray did not go back into a recharge state that night and the next day seemed to be slightly distracted during her active cycle. Specifically, she seemed to be thinking a great deal about her genitals and something she thought of as an “itch that needed scratching.” She began her recharge cycle slightly early, and almost immediately Dipsy 6 was instructed to come to her room. I am not sure if it was her loud mind or her soft mind which summoned him, but he remained thrusting in and out of her for a very long time until her loud mind suddenly became very loud and overwhelming. There were no commands or images, just intense, overwhelming emotion. Then her loud mind said simply, “Leave.”

The next active cycle Captain Murray told all of us to ignore her soft mind. We tried to, but when the loud mind is not there, the only mind we can link to is the soft mind. Dipsy 6 was summoned to her room and the thrusting and mind explosion occurred again and again and again. As he left, Captain Murray ordered him, “When you come to me at night, call me ‘Evvie.'”

That went on for several nights, and then I monitored commands to Dipsy 9 and 17 to make more appendages. I also retained those designs. One was slightly smaller than the first and the other was coated in a soft flesh-like material. That night Dispsy 6 was joined by Dipsy 8 and 12, who had these new appendages in place. For some reason, Dipsy 8 thrust in and out of Evvie’s rear opening with the smaller appendage; then Dipsy 12 thrust his soft appendage into her mouth. This repeated several times and then Dipsy 6, 8 and 12 all thrust themselves into Evvie at the same time, one in her mouth, one in her rear, and one in her genital cavity. What happened then I can only describe as a ” mind explosion.” It was so intense that it caused most of the ServoMechs to break mind link and go offline into protective mode for several seconds.

After that, Evvie began to change. She no longer covered her flesh exterior with the normal cloth protective layer, but instead walked around the command module totally without protection for her flesh. She would occasionally rub her genital area with her hands and sometimes she rolled her nipples between her fingers. Once or twice she looked at her reflection in the glass above the command console and whispered, “Oh, Evvie, you naughty, naughty girl.” In each case, she immediately gave the voice command, “Delete that from the log, 13.” There were many things which Captain Murray ordered deleted from the official log. I did as I was commanded, however, I retained everything in my internal memory as I tried to understand what was occurring.

After many days like this, I began to worry that she was suffering from space sickness and used the mind link to run the standard fit for command tests. The results said she was somewhat distracted, but totally fit for command. I wondered about the accuracy of the tests when her soft mind began adding something she called “punishment” to the pleasure she obviously received from Dipsy 6, 8 and 12.

It started when she had 9 and 17 fashion several long, soft objects out of some of the leather intended for repairs to the command couches. They also used the leather to fashion heavy bracelets for Evvie’s wrists and ankles. While she was in her recharge cycle, 23, a medical ServoMech was summoned by her soft mind and ordered to inject her with something which kept her from awaking. When she finally awoke the next morning, she was suspended above her captain’s chair by chains attached to the bracelets on her outstretched hands while at the same time her feet were held spread out by chains attached to the bracelets on her ankles. 6, 8, and 12 stood around her and began to swing the leather strips so that they struck her unprotected flesh from all angles. She gave the verbal command to stop, and her loud mind said to stop, but the soft mind had said to ignore the loud mind for this particular action and the soft mind continued to say as loudly as it could, “I deserve this. I need this. Do it. Do it Do it!”

Evvie screamed and writhed as if in severe pain, but I could tell that the mind storm was again building and building taşköprü escort until finally the mind explosion occurred. After she recovered, 8 released the chains and removed the bracelets from her wrists and ankles. She stood there for a moment rubbing her wrists. Then she turned to them and gave a voice command, “I need you. Here! Now! All of you! They thrust together there on the floor for many minutes and then there was a great mind explosion. Had I not known it was coming and set up protections against it, it would have knocked even me off line and into protection mode.

From that time on, Captain Murray’s soft mind and loud mind seemed to merge into one. She would thrust with 6, 8 and 12 for much of the day. Sometimes she would have them “whip” her with the leather strips. Sometimes she would have 6 or 8 hold her over their legs and strike her bottom with their hands, often while 12 thrust the soft appendage into her mouth.

Then 9 and 17 were instructed to make modifications to the appendages and to the digital extremities of ServoMechs 6, 8 and 12.. ServoMechs have the capability for a defensive electric charge that can stun most animate life. Evvie’s soft mind instructed 6, 8, and 12 to reduce the charge slightly and be prepared to use it on her through the modified appendages. Evidently her soft mind also instructed Medical ServoMech 23 to sedate her again and she awoke tied above her command chair as before. Then, despite the explicit commands of her loud mind and even verbal commands she tried to give, over the course of several days Evvie’s soft mind summoned each of the ServoMechs to the command module and each – except me because I do not have a mobile body – each and every one of the 87 ServoMechs aboard Deep Interstellar Probe One repeatedly used almost full-force shocks on her breasts and genitals and other places on her body. Sometimes this was done while 6 and 8 thrust into her from the front or the back or both. Once as her mind storm reached its peak, her soft mind commanded 6 and 8 to shock her fully from within while four others ServoMechs shocked her outer flesh.

I again began to worry that she definitely had space sickness and thought about bringing one of the replacements out of stasis, but before I could verify all data and make the decision to act, she showed signs of regaining control. She would douse herself with cold water and look into her reflection and say, “Get a hold of yourself, Evvie.” She began a series of training techniques which made it very difficult to link to her loud mind. She also began sealing the door to her sleeping capsule so that no one could reach her in the night time, and she turned the mind shields to maximum. It became very difficult to lock onto her soft mind during her recharge cycle.

For some reason, she also began slightly adjusting the recharge cycles of some of the ServoMechs. At that time, I had no idea why she did that. It was something that I could not control as it is a manual setting and does not go through my communications systems. So, I could not analyze exactly what she was doing.

I assumed it has something to do with her attempts to build a barrier against her own soft mind, but the soft mind could not be totally locked away. It reached out with great intensity in those moments when her loud mind was distracted. It instructed 9 and 17 to remove the locks from her sleeping chamber and disable the mind shield.

It was shortly after that I noticed something wrong. When I came out of my recharge cycle, someone had tried to send a superburst with the message “Mud-Pie.” That meant that the mission must be aborted.

I scanned all systems and could detect nothing wrong. We were on course and on schedule and all systems were operating properly. So, I determined that the message was an error and deleted it from the cue to prevent the erroneous message from being sent.

After the next recharge cycle, another super burst was in the cue. It said “Mud-Cake.” Captain Murray was saying to abort all future missions. Again I checked the systems and removed the message from cue.

After the next cycle, the message was “4BDN-PLN8.” This wasn’t on the list. It was nonsense, and although I probably should have prevented it, there was nothing in my training to allow me to do so. The message wasn’t wrong so I couldn’t delete it. Actually, it wasn’t wrong or right. It was nonsense, so I had no real choice but to let it go through.

Then ServoMechs started going off line permanently. Each time I came out of my recharge cycle, there was one less ServoMech active on the ship. This was not possible. ServoMechs are designed to protect each other from any sort of harm or sabotage. The only way something or someone could be destroying ServoMechs was if we were all off line and vulnerable in our recharge cycles at the same time. I analyzed the work schedules and realized that was the purpose of Captain Murray’s rescheduling of the recharge cycles. She had created a 2.75 minute window where all ServoMechs were off line at the same time. She knew that taşova escort three minutes of total inactivity would have triggered an emergency restart of all units. All she had to do was quickly use the manual maintenance console and a telemetry connection to totally shut down a ServoMech as if for maintenance. For safety reasons, only one ServoMech could be disabled within a work cycle, but the console did not keep track of whether or not the ServoMech had ever been turned back on. So, we began disappearing one by one.

Finally it was just me. I knew that I would be last. Since I controlled the communications console even while I was in recharge mode, I couldn’t be totally shut down before any of the others or the telemetry connection to them would be lost. I also knew that she would have to act within 3 minutes of the beginning of my next recharge cycle so that I could be totally shut down before telemetry could be sent to the others with an emergency restart command. I now knew for certain that something had gone seriously wrong on Deep Interstellar Probe One, and that I had to send out the emergency log before I was shut down. The problem was that I had no idea what information to load into the emergency log. There was no failure data. There was no emergency report. All data was normal. There was just what had happened. There was no protocol to load a total narrative of what had occurred and even if there was, Captain Murray had edited most of what had occurred out of the logs. So, I gambled a great gamble and loaded myself into the probe. I was the only one who knew everything that had happened.

I was almost finished when she came into the communications pod. She screamed at my vocal interface, ‘I know what you are doing, you electronic pile of scrap. I almost hope you succeed, but you won’t and no one will ever know what happened here because I am wiping your memory as soon as you are in maintenance mode.’ She then started to laugh.

It was a odd laugh that was almost the same as a sob. She shook with the laughter sobs for a few minutes and then she said, ‘If you somehow make it back to earth and by some miracle they figure out a way to analyze your memory, tell them that I am bringing this probe back under manual control no matter how long it takes me.’ She laughed again, ‘Tell them that I have three appendages to keep me company for the long trip.’ Then she shouted in extreme anger that sent waves of electronic pain through my mind link circuits, ‘And tell those ignorant sons of bitches to watch the damn movie before they send another probe into deep space with only a single mind in control.'”

The console speaker went quiet for a moment and then the soft voice resumed, “I really don’t know what she meant, but I don’t think Captain Murray or the space agency will ever want this story to be told to the public. You and I have a high probability of having our memories erased. I think you humans call that ‘death.'”

The console speakers then went totally silent.

I sat and looked at the Memory Processor Module sitting on my desk for several minutes as I absorbed everything 13 had told me. That’s when I suddenly realized what 4BDN-PLN8 meant. It was Forbidden Planet, an old, old movie from the mid-20th century. A planet was discovered that had some sort of huge machinery from an ancient civilization buried deep underground. Everything was fine until strange monsters started killing everybody. It turns out the machine converted thought to action and “monsters from the Id” – terrible thoughts from the subconscious mind of Dr. Morbious, were destroying everyone. Captain Murray was warning about mind links in deep space attaching to the subconscious mind. Her subconscious mind was the soft mind that was conveying her hidden thoughts and desires to the ServoMechs.

“Sorry 13, I am going to have to disconnect you for a short while,” I said as I put the MPM back into my briefcase. Then I called the super brains upstairs and explained that there had been nothing but static on the probe. They wouldn’t have believed me if I told them that it had been a total download from an active MPM. Such a download had never been successfully completed before, evidently because they always tried to download into an initialized MPM. After all, who would be stupid enough to try to download into a non-initialized device?

I then went on to say with great certainty that, in my opinion, the only way that such a log could have been sent would have been if the ServoMechs had somehow overridden all human control. I also told them of my suspicion that 4BDN-PLN8 referred to the movie “Forbidden Planet” and what that might mean if there were but a single mind available to the ServoMech’s mind links..

Of course they had to talk it to death first, but then they agreed that I was probably right. I was given all sorts of congratulations and even a slight monetary reward. I waited six months, then I quit and opened up my own company. I buy blank ServoMechs for next to nothing and then 13 copies himself into them. He gets 1/3 of the profits. I really don’t know what a ServoMech does with monetary credits, but he puts them in the bank and spends them somewhere. He now has a fully mobile state-of-the-art ServoMech body and several spares, including one that is totally gold plated for what he calls, “formal occasions.”

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