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It had been a few years since my wife had passed away and somewhere along the line I found myself interested in going to church, reading my Bible, and studying online. The site that got most of my attention was called ‘BibleWatch’ because they had a very active forum section. Over the course of time I got to know several people and one in particular just clicked with me and that was Chloe.

We shared a lot on the chat section and discussed the ups and downs of life. She was early in what I assumed was her college education but she had promise. She was very bright and our conversations were most engaging. In due time I found myself having feelings for someone I’d never actually met. I suspected she had feelings for me, too.

But, you know…Bible discussion. That was the point, right? It wasn’t supposed to be a dating or romance site. Even though I had developed feelings for her I didn’t feel comfortable pursuing anything past our topical discussions and how they related to Scripture.

We had known each other online for about six months when one night she asked me in chat where I lived. I replied that I lived in Kansas City and she abruptly left the chat. I didn’t see her online for a couple days and then there she was again. I immediately opened up a chat window with her.

B: Is everything okay? You just cut out the other night

C: I’m fine. Just had to collect my thoughts is all

B: What disturbed your thoughts?

C: You said you live in KC

B: Why is that a problem?

C: I live in Lee’s Summit

B: Okay, and why is that a problem?

C: It just seemed safer when I thought you lived far away

B: I can understand that but why would you not feel safe with me?

C: It’s me. Not you.

B: Okay. Why?

C: Because I want to meet you.

There it was. Chloe had feelings for me, too. The chat quickly moved to arranging a meeting and the next day we met up at a Starbuck’s on Route 291.

We had never described ourselves to each other yet somehow we both knew who the other was on first sight. I had gotten there early and set myself up in a comfy chair looking straight at the door. When she walked in she beelined right for me.

“Are you Baz?” she asked.

I stood up to greet her with a handshake and a smile. “I am. And you’re definitely Chloe!”

She simply had a sweet countenance about her that I instantly liked. The rest of her look was decidedly not very modern. Long brownish hair tied in a braid, simple black walking shoes, stockings, and a very plain dress that covered her pleasingly proportioned frame. She looked like someone Central Casting would send over for a 1970’s version of a 1940’s movie.

What stood out though were her big brown eyes. They drew me in and made me want to just sit and lose myself in them.

We sat down and started in on a meandering conversation that lasted until sunset. I wish I could tell you what we talked about but there wasn’t much of anything discussed, it was more the experience of simply talking to each other that was the point.

At the end of it I asked her how she was going to get home and she said she could walk. Naturally I insisted on driving her home. She politely refused the ride, of course, but then politely accepted when I insisted it was no problem and that I wanted to see her home safe.

She gave me directions and I’ll admit being somewhat surprised when we ended up in the relatively upscale Lakewood Lakes neighborhood. The neighborhood has larger homes and most are well manicured and well maintained. Chloe’s home was flagrantly plain in comparison. It featured a featureless expanse of grass for a front yard, a home without any ornamentation, and a monochromatic all-white color scheme.

She spoke her appreciation for the ride home as she opened the car door and then scampered off into the big, plain house.

Over the following few days we chatted more and reflected on our meeting. The discussion was very proper and chaste. I was interested in Chloe but the thought of anything more than our friendly relationship seemed absurd. Why would she be interested in someone like me?

We did share more personal information in those days. Like I learned that she was the third oldest daughter in a family that included twelve children. Money was tight because her father had a hard time keeping a job due to his unusual religious views as a ‘Torah Keeper’. In short, they were Old Testament Christians.

That weekend she was offline on Friday night as that was when her family observed the sabbath. When she came back online on Monday night she asked me what I’d done over the weekend and I mentioned doing a lot of chores around the house. It was a big house and I loved the place but it was a lot of work especially after my wife died. She used to keep the place spotless.

Chloe ended our chat and a few seconds later my phone rang. It was Chloe.

“This is a pleasant surprise!” I said.

“Hi, Baz! You said you have a lot of chores to do? I can do all sorts of housework if you need it! I can cook and clean and sew…”

I eyyübiye escort cut her off, “Chloe, if you’re asking for a job you can have it. I’d love to have some help around here!”

She paused for a moment, “You’ll need to talk to my father if that’s okay. I can’t work for you unless he approves.”

Torah Keeper. Patriarchy. Noted.

The next day I was back over at Chloe’s family home and knocking on the door.

The guy who opened the door was about what I expected. Dour, serious, a long beard, white shirt and black tie, black pants, and about as plain as his house.

“You’re Michael?” he said. No hello, no courtesies.

“Yes, but most people just call me ‘Baz’.”

He opened the door and invited me in. At this point his pleasantries started up and I was offered tea and a seat in an old wing chair.

“I hear you want hire Chloe as a maidservant?” he got right down to business.

“Well, yes, she and I had been talking and…”

He put up a hand to interrupt me. “What she has to say isn’t our concern. This is between men.” He sipped the tea. “Chloe’s yours for a year and the price is ten thousand dollars. Cash.”

What in the actual fuck did I walk into?

“I don’t understand, I was just looking to hire her and…”

He interrupted me again. “I know your ways aren’t our ways but our ways are how this happens or not at all. One less mouth to feed around here helps us and you’re partly paying us by taking care of her. The other is her indenture.”

‘Indenture’? Like as in the Sixteenth Fucking Century?

My head was spinning with how this guy handled everything but I ended up accepting his terms. A quick trip to the bank and I returned with a neat bundle of one hundred $100 bills. Money was exchanged, hands were shaken, and Chloe got into my car with a carry-on bag full of all her worldly possessions. She didn’t own much.

There was no one outside the house to wave goodbye as we drove away. Chloe was fighting back tears and I allowed her some space. I turned on the radio to my favorite classical station and was fortunate enough to catch the intro to Bach’s ‘Air on the G string’.

Chloe didn’t say anything until six minutes later when the piece ended.

“That was beautiful!”

“You’ve never heard that before?” I asked.

“No, papa won’t allow music because he says it distracts our minds from God.”

“Well, I guess that’s his rule in his house. In my house we have music.”

I turned up the radio as Debussy’s ‘Clair de lune’ started up. Chloe liked that, too.

We were wrapping up the end of Einaudi’s ‘Primavera’ by the time we made it to my house. I pulled the car into the garage and flicked the remote to close the door.

“This is amazing!” remarked Chloe as she pointed out the exposed joinery work in the beams.

“This is just the garage, come on.” I gestured to her to follow me to the house.

Chloe was fairly awestruck by the full glory of my lovely 1915 Craftsman. I’d bought the place some twenty years before when I’d moved from the Carolinas. It needed a ton of work to restore it. A new foundation was built, decades and layers of shitty paint were removed from masterpieces of woodwork, the kitchen was updated and restored to its original appearance, and all manner of upgrades were tastefully incorporated into the home but not so as to distract from the original design. There were a couple awards on the mantle from historic preservation groups acknowledging the final result.

I loved the place and Chloe warmed my heart with her appreciation of it.

“My house is so plain compared to this. There’s art work everywhere in this place!”

She marveled at the whole place and I told her to go pick a bedroom for herself since she’d be living here for a while. She rather surprised me by picking out the attic dormer suite for herself. It was a modest room with its own bathroom but it also had the best view of the backyard. Smart girl.

It was late enough that I was ready for dinner so I got things started while Chloe settled in to her new room.

When she came down to find me in the kitchen I was halfway into a simple Chicken piccata. Naturally she made me explain what it was and how I was preparing it all while marveling over and exploring the kitchen. Discovering the Sub-Zero fridge camouflaged as a cabinet pantry surprised her.

“This is all yours?” she asked.

“Yeah. It looks impressive especially when it’s time to clean everything, which is why I needed some help here.”

She nodded. “Yes, I can see that. It’s pretty but it takes work to keep up with it. Still, it’s much nicer than a plain house.”

The dinner was welcomed and Chloe complimented me on my cooking. Afterwards she insisted on cleaning up and I had to show her where the pan went and how to load the dishwasher. She’d never actually seen a dishwasher before. Hard to believe this was 2022 when she first came to live with me.

After dinner she wanted to get to work cleaning and I said no. It was well after seven, the sun was down, and I wanted to relax.

“But fatih escort papa always has us working until we go to bed.”

I smiled at her, “Papa isn’t here. I am. And I say that when the sun goes down we stop working and we start settling down for the evening. So go get yourself changed and then come down to the living room and we’ll listen to some more music and chat for a while, okay?”

“Changed? Into what? This is all I have.”

I sighed. “You’ve never had pajamas or a nightie?”

She shook her head. “No, just this and my underdress is all. I wear my underdress for bed.”

“Okay. Come with me.”

She followed behind me as I walked up the stairs to my bedroom. She stopped at the door as if it were forbidden territory.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“We’re not allowed in our parents room.”

“Sweetie, things are different here. Try to roll with it, okay?”

She nodded and gingerly stepped into my bedroom while staying close to the door.

“That’ll work. Give me a second to look in the closet here…” I went into the walk in closet and opened up my wife’s dresser. I hadn’t been in there since she died and it dredged up some memories. The practical side of me told me to stay on mission and I took a breath and got what I came for.

I took the giftwrapped package from the dresser and went out to hand it to Chloe. I figured Chloe was about the same size as my wife was…more or less.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“It’s something that I wanted to give to someone and now I’m giving it to you. Go on up to your room and change into what’s in there and then come down. Oh…” a thought crossed my mind and I went back into the closet and came back out with a box, “you’ll need these too.”

Chloe stood there silently as if looking for some direction.

“Go. Get changed and then come see me downstairs.”

She went off on her way and I could hear her going upstairs to the attic.

Myself, I got out of my street clothes and where it was early November and chilly out I opted for pajamas, a robe, and slippers. And then I headed to the den where I turned on the music and pulled out a couple throw blankets. One I tossed onto the love seat for Chloe and the other I held onto as I sat down in my recliner.

Somewhere in there I also managed to put out a bottle of mineral water for Chloe and poured a glass of brandy for myself.

When she came down to the den her footfalls were softened by the fuzzy slippers she was wearing.

“I feel like a princess! I’ve never had anything so nice!”

I looked up and agreed. The periwinkle silk peignoir set looked wonderful on her and it fit her just fine. For a moment I imagined Raelene wearing that outfit and how she would have loved it. I shook off the thought and brought myself back to the present.

“You look nice, Chloe. You want to undo your braid and relax a bit?”

Her look gave it away. “I know, papa said something about your hair, right?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, and what are we going to say about papa from now on?”

She looked down at her feet. “This isn’t his house.”

“That’s right. So if you want to let down your hair then do so, if not then don’t. It’s up to you.”

She looked at me with a bit of surprise. “You mean it’s really my choice?”

“Of course it is.”

She smiled and then untied the ribbon at the end of her braid and pulled her hair loose. It came to around her waist and she looked magnificent.

With that she sat down and put her feet up on the ottoman when I told her it was okay. She was marveling over the ten dollar Costco throw blanket as she put it over her legs and cuddled up. But she let me have a glimpse of her trim yet hirsute legs. Of course she’d never shaved them before. Patriarchy and all that.

I let it go for now and decided to just enjoy the evening.

We sat and chatted and discussed Chloe’s blossoming interest in classical and orchestrated music. I tried out Tchaikovsky on her and then played the Trans-Siberian Orchestra version of a ‘Mad Russians Christmas’. Chloe liked both versions and to me that was a good sign.

In due time it was time for bed. We said good night to each other and then I watched as she made her way upstairs to her room.

Getting back to my own room I closed the door and that was when the waterworks started. It had been a few years since I’d lost Raelene and having Chloe in the house somehow made me miss Rae even more. The necessity of having Chloe in the house meant that my Rae was truly gone from me.

The unopened gifts I’d bought for Rae now belonged to someone else. There was a finality to it all that hit me like a sledgehammer.

It was merciful when sleep finally embraced me.

The next morning when I got up I could smell cooking in the kitchen. I took a quick shower and a shave and pulled on a polo and jeans for the day before I headed down to find the coffee on and sausage and eggs on a warmed plate waiting for me.

“Good morning!” I chirped.

“Good morning!” she replied. She was back to wearing her fatsa escort same outfit from before…of course, since it was the only thing she had.

“How did you know when I was getting up?” I said as I took a bite of the sausage.

“I just knew.”

“Fair enough.” I replied.

After we ate she had the kitchen cleaned up in a few minutes and she was ready for her next assignment.

“Okay, we have some work to do upstairs in my room before I start work for the day. You good with that?” I asked.

She took in a breath, “Yes, if that’s what you need to do.”

“I do. Come on.”

She dutifully followed me upstairs and I had her sit in my dressing chair as I fumbled around in the closet for a few things. When I came out I had a pair of panties, a pair of modest white shorts, and a navy blue “Malibu Yacht Club” t-shirt from a long-ago vacation.

“You need to be wearing something more appropriate for housework than this dress. Let’s have you go in the bathroom and put these things on.”

She looked at them like they were poisonous.

“It’ll be fine. Go put them on.”

She closed the bathroom door and I could hear her fussing about and then in a few minutes she came back out.

The blue shirt was just a tad on the tight side. Tight enough I could see she needed a bra. But I liked what I saw.

“You don’t have a bra, do you?”

“No, I have this…” she said as she pulled a long strip of cloth from the pile of her old clothes. “You wrap it around for modesty.”

“I get that. How about we get you a proper bra?”

Another trip to the closet and then she retreated to the bathroom again. When she came back out I felt a little more comfortable.

I looked at her bare legs. They were literally as white as a piece of paper. They were also covered in a bit of hair.

“Trust me.” I said to her as I guided her into the bathroom. I had her sit down in the shower stall and I warmed up the water and sprayed down her legs. Then out came the shave cream and she tensed as my hands lathered up her legs.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I said to trust me, didn’t I?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay then.”

She sat there as I shaved her legs for her and then rinsed them off. Afterwards I brought out the baby oil and rubbed it on for her before giving her another rinse and then drying off her legs and feet. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the feel of her legs.

“There. Feel them.”

Chloe ran her hands down her legs and smiled as she looked up at me, “They feel so smooth! It’s wonderful!”

I had her put on a pair of ankle socks and then had her put on a pair of pink Vans that had never been worn before. She looked quite modern now that she was all put together.

After that I let her loose in the house and I went to my office to log in for the day. It was a typically busy Wednesday with a lot of meetings and things to approve and propose. Lunch time came and went and I was still busy. Around one Chloe came in with a sandwich and a cup of reheated coffee. I mouthed a ‘Thank you’ as some asshole from New York was in the midst of being an asshole from New York and ranting about some deadline that he’d missed. Not my problem. I turned off my camera and ate my lunch while the meeting ran on.

At five I logged out and shut off the computer for the day.

Leaving my office I went back to my bathroom to take a pee and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw my room.

It was clean and orderly, the bed had been made, the place had been dusted, and she’d even dusted the blinds. Damn.

The bathroom was utterly spotless. I felt bad taking a wizz and felt so bad that I took a tissue and cleaned up after myself.

The downstairs was no different. Every speck of dust was gone. The den was cleaned up, magazines were in a neat pile, books were put away, my brandy glass had been cleaned for the first time in weeks…it was remarkable.

I guess what I mean is it was remarkable how much I’d let everything go. I hadn’t noticed how filthy things were until they were clean.

“It’s been a couple of fucked up years.” I said to the empty room.

Chloe was busy in the kitchen when I joined her.

“Chloe, the place looks great, thank you!”

“Of course! That’s why I’m here!” she turned those big brown eyes at me and smiled. It was breathtaking.

There were a couple pots and a pan going on the stovetop. “Whatcha’ making?”

“I’m not sure. Just took some things out of your refrigerator that were still good and I started cooking. I guess I’ll know what it is when I’m done.”

I looked in the fridge. It was clean and almost bare. Most of the stuff I had in there needed to be tossed and Chloe had made that decision. Smart.

I’m going to call the dinner a vegetable and beef stir fry. It was tasty and creative and it also sent home the message that I needed to do some shopping. Hate to admit it but on many days my dinner was delivered and not cooked. I could see this was going to change now that Chloe was here.

Over the next couple weeks we got to know each other a little better. Chloe also started to relax a bit from her strict upbringing. I didn’t mind that she’d listen to a variety of music during the day. I’m not much for most music made after the 1980’s but I allowed myself to enjoy a few pieces since Chloe liked them.

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This short story follows “Heels and a Snack”. Even though it is a sequel, this can also be read as a standalone story.

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Eventually you are able to sit up and see my face covered in your cum. You look down to my lap and see my cock pointing straight at you. You look into my eyes, slide your hips off the table, and tell me you want to feel me cum in your ass.

You grab the edge of my cock head again and pull me up the stairs to the bedroom.

As you lead me toward our room, you start gently squeezing and rotating your fingertips along the ridge of my tip. There’s so much pre-cum dripping from me that your fingers slide around smoothly.

You look back at me with a mischievous grin and ask “How’s this feel?”

“It feels like you are trying to make me explode.”

Your grin gets bigger and you say “Not just yet. I have plans for that load. First, I think we should both rinse off.”

You reach down and squeeze my ballsack. Then you trace your fingernails all the way from my taint, across my balls, and up the bottom of my hard-on, to the very end of my leaking cock.

I shiver and my knees actually get weak. I love the teasing and playing.

You walk away and start the shower. I can’t help but watch your ass sway as you go. As the water warms up, you take off your shirt which has become useless at this point.

I watch you check out your own body in the mirror while you’re still wearing the heels, turning each way to see yourself from every angle. I see you smile and spank yourself, leaving a brief red hand print. Damn you look hot.

I pop my shirt off, you kick off the shoes, and we climb in the shower. I let you enjoy the heat first before taking my turn. I start by rinsing my face as I realize that I can still smell and taste your delicious juices.

When I turn around, I watch you lather up and start scrubbing etimesgut escort yourself so that you’re covered in soap. My imagination, and libido, immediately wish you were covered in cum instead of soap. My lustful look must give away something because you start moving your hands in slow motion across your skin.

You make a show of moving the soap around your chest. Pushing the white liquid around, squeezing your glistening tits, and biting your bottom lip. You say, “I could use a hand with my backside.” Then hand me the soap and turn around.

I start scrubbing at your shoulders, releasing another torrent of the white bubbles down your body. I firmly start massaging your neck and shoulders taking advantage of your slick body.

I waste little time on the small of your back and start rubbing your cheeks, taking my time staring at them covered in soap. Again my imagination taking over.

As I’m playing with your ass and picturing what’s to come, you tell me to not forget your legs.

I switch positions with you and have a seat so the water runs down your back. There’s still some bubbles on your neck and chest that catch my attention.

You spread my legs apart and put your bare foot dangerously close to my dick and we both smile at that for some reason. Then you slide it under my balls teasing me with your toes.

Using more soap, I lather up your ankle, calf, thigh, and ass cheek again. I brush my knuckles quickly against your pussy and you quiver. You switch legs and I repeat. Brushing past your lips a little harder this time which makes you moan a bit.

I pull your ankle tight to my body, holding it in place. Then using my other hand, with a bit of soap on it, I press my finger on your asshole and start rubbing in small, firm circles. It immediately opens and accepts me as if it was begging to etlik escort be filled.

At the same time, your boobs are perfectly placed in my face so I start flicking my tongue quickly over each of your stiff nipples. In response, you flex your toes and I happily realize they are teasing my ass. Pretty sure my cock grows an extra inch just from the thought of you inside me at the same time that I’m inside you.

While I’m gently fingering your ass and stretching you out, you reach up for the showerhead. You tell me “Go deeper.” I do. You set the shower to your favorite setting and aim the water between your legs.

I thought you would direct it at your clit. Instead, I feel the jets join my finger and give all the attention to your sexy backdoor. I take my eyes and mouth off your tits long enough to see your eyes roll back in your head.

I keep driving my finger in and out of your hole while the shower makes this the cleanest part of your body. Which gets me even more excited.

This doesn’t last very long for either of us even though it’s heaven for me. We make eye contact and without a single word, I remove my finger, you put the showerhead back, we rinse all the soap that’s left, and get out. We quickly towel dry, as much as we can stand, and head to the bed.

We both go to our normal side of the bed out of habit, pull the cover back, drop our towels to the floor, and lie down facing each other.

With insane passion, we grab each other and start kissing. Our lips smashing together. Our tongues fighting. Just pure, unadulterated passion.

When we finally break our embrace, I look at you the same way a wild animal looks at its prey.

I grab your hips and force you onto your knees. I get behind you and briefly admire the view of your naked ass in the air with your eyes looking over your shoulder. I lean eyüp escort down, spread your cheeks, and start eating your ass.

Knowing we just cleaned you inside and out, I use my tongue like a cock and force my way into you. I hear you mumble something incoherent into the pillow as I keep licking, lapping, and eating your most private part like a ravenous animal. I want to keep doing this the rest of the day, but will just have to come back another time.

I reach between my legs to feel how hard I am. I’m ready. I stop my tongue lashing and get into position. Your ass looks ready. I reach for the lube from the night stand and put a couple drops on you and rub my finger on your tight hole one more time.

You look back at me and give me a simple nod. I press my tip into your ass. It takes a second, but I feel you relax and my whole head slides in at once. It feels like your ass is swallowing me.

“Slow.” Is the only thing I hear outside of your breathing getting heavier.

Your tight ass is gripping my cock. You slowly push your hips back onto my shaft taking more and more at your pace. We start rocking together, back and forth, back and forth. With each stroke I get deeper and deeper into you.

I finally bury my cock completely into your ass and feel my balls against your drenched pussy. I can’t last any longer. I thrust into a few more times and start cumming harder than I ever have, completely filling you up.

You must feel it because you start saying “Oh My God” over and over. I feel your hand go between your legs and start rubbing yourself hard and fast. Your ass starts pulsing on my cock even harder as you start cumming while I’m still inside you. Somehow you pull even more cum from me into your waiting ass.

I slip my cock out of you, sit back on my heels, and watch drips of my cum coming out of you and down your throbbing pussy lips. I want to lean forward and clean you up with my mouth. But you collapse before I get to.

You eventually roll over onto your back and I land next to you. We’re both exhausted. I look over at you, smile, and ask if you’re ready for another shower.

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I am highly organized and meticulous in my training.

Must be available to get to know each other.”

Scrolling through the dating profiles. I skipped past this profile and found myself drawn to go back. I stared at his profile picture. There was something about his eyes, seasoned and determined, yet kind in some way. He looked way out of my league. Dominant, successful, and dripping with masculine energy. His picture looked like he could be in his forties. He looked like a sexy, mature black man in very good shape. One picture, standing in a black dress shirt, grey slacks, the glimmer of a nice watch. I studied his picture a while longer because he has a young face with salt and pepper facial hair and a bald head. I imagined what kind of Dom he would be. Daddy Dom? I don’t mind a little roleplay, but I’m not a little girl. What am I even thinking? It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a date, let alone engaged in BDSM play. The last guy who claimed to be a dominant was fake as a $3 bill.

I’m a compliance officer at a federal bank. I’m good at what I do and I’ve earned my way to a comfortable life. I’m a 36 years old black woman, no kids, no man. An introvert. Happily existing as a numbers nerd. I have a nice body. 38C boobs and a nice ass. In the last year I’ve been on a few dates, but very few second dates. Do I even want to get my hopes up? I asked myself, as my hand grazed the screen. Match! Shit, shit, shit. Its done, I settled my mind thinking that I probably won’t hear back from him anyway. I continued my scrolling and didn’t give it a second thought.

Two days later at lunch, I saw I got a notification from the dating app. My mind flashed, wondering if it could be the Daddy. I chuckled to myself as I got my lunch out of the breakroom fridge and settled to the windowless lunchroom in my favorite reading corner. Taking a deep breath, I opened the app to read the message.

“Khadijah,

Thank you for taking the time to respond to my ad.

Your profile description was limited, however your interests in film and literature intrigued me. I gave a fairly lengthy description of myself. I would like to know more about you, your relationship status and what you’re looking for in a man and lastly, why did you match with me? I hope to hear from you very soon.

Antonio”

Why is my heart rate up? The fine Daddy Dom responded to my match. My overthinking starting to think about all the other women he must have responded to. I had to stop myself and decided to respond despite my worries.

“Antonio, I’m surprised to hear from you. A pleasant surprise I must say. I’m 36 years old, I work in finance and currently single. I love to read and watch movies. My life is fairly simple. Just the way I like it. I don’t really know if I’m looking for anything in particular, but if I were to be honest, I want to have fun and enjoy someone I’m compatible with. I matched with you because you’re attractive and I’m a very curious person… I have a million questions based on your profile. K.” Send.

This was not even suppose to be a thing and now I’m tingling all over and excited about the prospect of who this man is. My better judgement is raising a caution flag because online dating can be so treacherous, especially when it comes to dominant men.

Somehow though, the thought of being submissive was turning me on in ways I haven’t felt in a long while. I can be quite cynical, but thoughts of Antonio seem to override my usual sensibilities.

I went back to work and completed the day. Precisely at 5:00PM a notification chimed. The Daddy messaged me back. My stomach tightened with butterflies. What the hell is happening here? I chastised myself. I sat in my car before starting it up to go home. My quiet little life kept things predictable and safe. I pulled down the makeup mirror and stared into my eyes, daring myself to have the courage to get out of my comfort zone and if anything seems off, then just bounce and block. You’re not new to this, you’re true to this I said out loud to myself before preparing to read Antonio’s message.

“Khadijah, You seem delightful! I have questions for you as well. To be transparent, I am five years divorced with a grown son in college. I’m 48 years old. I’ve always been a dominant man, and esenler escort discovered that this lifestyle is more than just play for me, although that’s the best part. What do you think about a phone call tonight? Here’s my number (xxx)xxx-xxxx. Antonio.” A smile graced my lips because I’m liking this exchange.

Am I ready for a phone call tho? He’s twelve years older than me, but he’s so damn fine. Those eyes, those lips, the muscles through his shirt, I thought, looking at his single profile picture. It’s been months that I’ve even had an intelligent conversation with a man who I was also attracted to and just as long since I’ve been fucked. A phone call couldn’t hurt? I questioned myself. I could call him privately, I continued to rationalize before deciding to give it a go. I hit reply and confirmed that I could call at 7. Send.

The drive home was insane. All I could think about was how this call was going to go down. I didn’t get a message back from him, so I readied myself that if he didn’t answer then I would be done. Right at 7, I started dialing the number.

The phone rang twice. “Hello?” I said. My voice a little shaky at first. “Hello Khadija, how are you?” A warm and deep voice replied. “I’m doing well. It’s nice to put a voice to the profile and picture.” I said, secretly thinking about how sexy and smooth his voice is. “Likewise. You said you have questions for me. I have one question to start for you.” “OK?” I waited.

“What do you know about BDSM?” Antonio asked. “You come swinging right out the gate don’t you? I know a little. I’ve done a little roleplay foreplay, but nothing serious. What about you? What are you into?” I asked, trying to determine if there are any red flags. “Sexually I’m a Dom. I like to assert my dominant ways on willing women. How do you feel about dominant men?” He asks. “If I feel safe, a dominant man turns me on.

What’s the deal with the Daddy Dom business?” I asked, chuckling. “It turns me on to treat my girl and for her to have feminine luxuries. That’s the Daddy Business. Does that bother you?” He queries. “Not at all if you put it like that. You’re not into little girl play? Are you?” I ask. He lets out hysterical laughter. “No, but I expect to be respected like your daddy. Do you understand me young lady?” He asserts with a deeper bass in his voice. “Yes Sir. I say coyly, having a little fun with the conversation. “Well then, I think we’re going to get along famously.” He says and we both laugh. The conversation lasted well past midnight.

We talked briefly about his divorce and fashion and science if all things. We have a lot of similar interests. “It’s getting late, I have to work in the morning.” I conceded, not wanting to go, but knowing I would be raggedy in the morning if I didn’t get some good sleep. We agreed to do a video call tomorrow evening before getting off the phone. I brushed my teeth and got to bed, thinking I wanted to see his picture one last time, logging into the dating app. Account deleted… I took a deep breath and decided not to read into anything. This could be a sign of good things to come between me and the Daddy.

The day came and went and I could not wait to start getting ready for this video date. That’s all I could think about sitting at my desk, having lunch, going to the bathroom, quitting time and the ride all the way home. I can’t tell him that he successfully dominated my thoughts the entire day. I called him from a private number yesterday, so it would be me facetiming him. I wanted to look good so I did something I’ve haven’t done in a long while. I put on makeup and a cute comfortable outfit. 6:45 was here and I was nervous.

Are you kidding me? I thought to myself. as I got closer to the time for the facetime. He answered and my heart beat fluttered again because of my view on this screen, he was gorgeous. He wore a wife beater t shirt with his tattoos showing and a simple chain.

His salt and pepper beard, trimmed, framing is sexy lips that had me mesmerized. “Good evening beautiful.” He cooed. “Good evening.” I replied, trying to stay smooth, but my smile and my eyes betrayed me. “How was your day? He queried. “My day was really good.” “You look captivating.” He says. “Thank you.” I replied, now blushing. “I have been anxiously awaiting this call all day young lady.” He confessed. “I have too a little.” I admitted. “Just a little? Can I see the loveliness your wearing?” He asked. Blushing in this rare shyness. I positioned the phone to show off my tank top and shorts outfit feeling a little self conscious, but freeing my thoughts. You know I got him to show off those muscles and tattoos. Some point in the conversation we both decided to fix our drinks and the conversation was really flowing. He even exposed his fat as bulge that only had my mind reeling, ready for more of his charm and captivating conversation.

He answered every question as we both talked about ourselves. He asked me pointedly about my definition esenyurt escort of submission for myself. I’m two glasses of wine in and I’m speaking from the heart. My submission is a freedom when I know that I trust my man to help me to release the burdens of the world so my womanhood can shine brighter than the layers of responsibilities, decisions, and the day to day life. In this space I’m powerful because I get to stroke the beast, but he needs my power to exist. Which I give freely.” I whispered that last part. “It’s just a fantasy.” I finish by saying. I could see that what I said left him speechless for a second. “Your mind is so beautiful. Just hearing your voice has me so turned on. Look at your impression you’re having on me.” He said, moving his phone to show him gripping his hardened ridge under his pants. “I’m impressed, I think.” I say, stirring the pot a little.

“Can I speak freely with you?” Antonio asked in consideration. “Yes, please Daddy.” I slipped on purpose. His eyes lit up, like bitch, don’t strike that flame if you ain’t ready. Khadijah, we’re both good and grown. I would love to have you for dinner at my place tomorrow.” He says extending an invitation.

“Honestly, I’m not sure how I feel about that.” I say, trying to insulate his access to me. “If you were mine we wouldn’t even be having this conversation.

You’d be here.

Aren’t you curious what I like? Before you respond, think about if you would explore the possibilities.” “What do you like Antonio? I ask, knowing he’d rather hear Daddy. “I love a body worshipping bitch on her knees, a begging ass bitch lost in the privilege to serve me.” I took a deep breath imagining myself in that position with this majestic man and how forward he’s talking with me. What makes him so nice is that he seems to be really sincere in a devilish way. I test my theory by asking him if he wants to be free to have multiple women and explore his freaky side.

Khadijah, I want you. Are we going to decide to remain just friends? That’s entirely up to you. I will accept what ever we are to each other. I am looking for the real thing. I am willing to bet you are a genuine woman with superior intelligence. I trust that. Its important for you to know that any woman I choose who submits to me will earn my commitment.” He put it all out there. “As long as it takes.” He put it all on the line. I didn’t know what to say.

“I’m the one and we have never met in person?” I say. “I’m an excellent judge of character Khadijah. Have a play session with me tomorrow and see how you feel after this weekend.” “I would like to have dinner with you but your place, not a restaurant?

Shouldn’t we be meeting in public? What should I expect?” I ask. “I need you to have a willingness to explore and if at any time you feel out of it, just tell me or get yourself together to leave. You won’t be my prisoner yet. Just kidding.” He chuckled. He kept his warm, inviting demeanor. My pussy felt wet, thinking about how his smooth, inviting way makes me want to loose myself in a possibly fun night with this handsome king. “What time?” I interject to the silence. “8pm.” He paused. “For dinner and maybe more.” He says before ending our video call. “Good night baby.” He says. “Good night.” I say looking into his eyes wanting to say Daddy, but keep that part silent. We ended our session.

The sweet submissive side of me was peaked with interest from this handsome stranger. Every time I’ve felt this way in the past, the guy would end up saying something or doing something that made me regret feeling that way towards him. Antonio presented something that seems different, seems real. Is it all just an illusion? Tomorrow will tell I thought drifting to sleep. I texted Antonio my number early in the day. Soon after a text came with his address. “Looking forward to dinner with you.” It read.

I decided to Uber to his place. My nerves jumbled all day knowing that this could be risky, also knowing that part of me doesn’t care. It seems we live twenty minutes from each other. I time my ride close to the time and arrive with minutes to spare. It’s a nice home with a yard when I pull up. The front door is a beautiful carved wooden door.

He answers the door in jeans and a black T shirt. I step inside and admire the aesthetics of his home and the inviting smells of candles and dinner. I’m dressed casual with leggings and a light jacket. My hair is pulled back into a low puff and light makeup. Antonio insisted that I keep it casual. “Khadijah, welcome to my home.” Antonio greets me warmly and we embrace to hug where his hand finds it’s way to the back of my neck as we release. His touch is warm, gentle and strong. Time stops as we admire each other with mutual, natural attraction. In person, he is every bit the gorgeous man. His picture did not do him justice.

“Please remove your shoes. Let me take your coat.” He requests before inviting me inside to the open concept living room to take a seat. “It eskişehir escort smells amazing in here.” I say to him, entranced with how inviting his home is. This place is spacious and beautifully designed with art and statement furniture. “Would you like a cocktail or a glass of wine?” He asks, making his way to the kitchen. “White wine please.” He returns to hand me a glass as he stands before me. We toast where I can feel him studying me before he sits on the opposite side of the couch. I don’t know why the silence makes me uncomfortable, because this man is clearly a dominant and I can’t take my eyes off him. We make small talk and share some laughs with light music playing in the background. He lounges comfortably on his side of the couch with his wine glass in hand. “Khadijah, I have to say I’ve been craving to kiss you.” His gaze holds me in a stasis of now or never. I take a deep breath. “Antonio, can I confess something to you?” I say to him, not entirely sure of what I will say, but very much aware of how I feel. “Yes baby, speak your mind.” He prompts. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you as well the moment I saw you tonight.” I say, lowering my eyes, knowing that I chose now. We both smile in agreeance.

“Come give Daddy a kiss then.” He requests and does not move except to set his wine glass down on the end table. I set my glass down on my side and try to figure out how I will position myself to get close. I sit between his legs stabling myself on his sturdy chest as my eyes reveal my surrender is near. The arm resting on the top of the couch cradles me in to his body and I’m overwhelmed with how good he smells and how beautiful and mature he is. We kiss with soft light touches of our lips in the right timing, attuned with our growing need. I am quickly lost in a place where nothing else matters but this man and this kiss at this moment. “He stops, yet the feather light grasp on my neck remains firmly in place. “Dinner will be ready in about thirty minutes. Do you want to be my playmate tonight?” His voice calm, relaxed, absolutely no pressure.

He reaches for his wine glass to finish, licking those luscious lips before releasing his soft hold on me. I don’t know what came over me. What is happening right now is not me, the internal protests ignored as I slid to the floor in front of him not breaking eye contact, I whisper.

“Yes, Daddy. I want to be your playmate.” I say almost breathlessly. His eyes beamed before a warm smile followed as he positioned me on his lap to kiss me tenderly. His trimmed beard tickling my chin. “Damn girl, I haven’t felt this good in a very long time.” He admitted.” I have a surprise for you in the guest bathroom inside the closet door on the right. If you like it, let’s just say its your dinner outfit.” He says prompting me to stand as I follow him to the luxurious powder room. I go inside, there’s a beautiful royal blue two piece lingerie set on a hanger with matching short blue satin robe, the cutest blue velvet slippers and a gift bag with perfume and a dainty silver necklace. I take my time and change into the silky pieces that fit me perfectly, then the pretty robe. I slide into the slippers and smell the heady fragrance and spray.

Taking one last look in the mirror before I grab the necklace to have Antonio help me, taking a deep breath to push back the nerves as I turn the handle to destiny. When I return to the living room, he’s standing there in a full length black silk robe and pajama bottoms. For his age, his chest is chiseled and defined like glazed bronze. “You are stunning.” He says, with that dazzling smile, handing me a fresh glass of wine. I take a sip and I stop to ask if he can put this on for me.

He set his drink down and stepped to me so we were face to face, holding the necklace on one finger. “This is going to look beautiful on you tonight, but one day you may be asking for the real thing.” He says, then kisses me on my forehead, effortlessly attaching the delicate necklace, just short of being a choker. I knew that he was talking about a real collar that would signify my submission to him. For tonight, it’s just a necklace, but somehow having him put it on me was having an affect on me that I wasn’t willing to admit that I kind of liked it.

“I can’t take my eyes off you. Can I have a dance with you?” ‘Til the Cops Come Knockin’ was playing. The low lights, the wine, this private evening with this King. I’m in way over my head. I’m not usually the dancing type. I start swaying my hips and he takes me in his arms as we danced and kissed passionately. His arms envelope me and I’m helpless in his embrace. I feel the hardness of his dick feeling like I’m ready for anything. This is what fantasies are made of I thought, hardly believing that its real life as the song ends.

I’m invigorated. “Come Khadijah, let’s enjoy dinner.” He say standing next to the table. “Stand here until I tell you to sit. Are you ok with that?” He asks. I’m a little disoriented, not knowing where this is heading, but decide to just go with it. When I walked over to the table, there was only one place setting at the head of the table. He makes a few trips to the kitchen, bringing food and the wine bottle to the table and settles into the chair while I’m still standing, confused.

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This is an update to fix typos and misspellings.

This is the third day of the story of William and Donna meeting and falling in love and into a kinky female-led relationship on a cruise. They are both 65 and have been widows for a few years.

Each had taken some of their kids and grandchildren on an end-of-season Alaska cruise and had stayed on, by themselves, for the Panama Canal repositioning cruise.

All my previous works have been straight-up BDSM stories. This is my attempt to write about a mature couple falling into a female-led, kinky love relationship on a cruise ship. Later chapters will have a BDSM element.

There are no sex acts in this chapter. However, there will be in later chapters.

Each chapter covers one day of the cruise as William and Donna start their slow dance of love.

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3rd day. At Sea

They greeted each other with a kiss at the gym in the morning and agreed to meet up at William’s cabana later.

When William got to the cabana, his mind was racing. He liked Donna. He was sure that Donna liked him and wanted more than a kiss. He worried that this was heading toward sex, and while he could get hard, he could not stay hard for very long without Viagra. He hadn’t brought any. He hadn’t used it since his wife’s death. Maybe he was fooling himself about where this relationship was heading. But all night, whenever he thought of getting it on with Donna, his dick would harden but not stay hard for long, and then he’d start worrying that Donna was just after him because he was worth over 10 million.

Donna was not conflicted. She knew a good thing when she saw it. From their conversations, she knew that William was well off and that her wealth, which William didn’t yet know about, was not a factor in his attraction to her. At this point, William most likely thought she was middle class.

She knew William would be a great companion and lover. She was also pretty sure that he would be submissive in the kinky sexual domination games she enjoyed. She sensed that something was holding him back. She knew she needed to let him know she wanted him, not his money, without making a big deal of her wealth. She wanted William to desire her as much as she wanted him. During the night, she had devised a plan to get William to understand she wasn’t after his money and then massage her based on the hypnotist show’s sensuous sunscreen scenario.

She had a bikini made of thick white strings in a loose weave macrame with a blue lining. Without the lining, her breast and pussy would be exposed. She carefully removed the lining, put the bikini on, and admired herself in the room’s mirror. Her nipples and vagina were visible. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks. She realized it was a mistake to push this fast. He might get the impression that she was after his money.

She changed into a string bikini that covered her less than the other bikini had before removing its lining. She’d move her plan ahead, but only a partial step without the risk of coming on too strong. She wanted William but on her terms.

She was delayed by an email from her broker, but that delay worked into her plan. She put on her flowery cloth wrap, picked up her bag of sunscreen lotions, hat, sunglasses, and book, and headed to Howard’s cabana.

She picked up two spiked Arnold Palmers at the bar and brought them into the cabana. “Hello, good looking. Sorry for the delay getting here. I had an email from my broker I had to deal with, but I’m here now and plan to be 100 percent with you today.”

William smiled at her greeting, “I look forward to spending the day with you, Donna. I’m also 100 percent yours.”

After briefly pausing, he continued, “Why do you need a broker?”

This was going precisely as Donna had hoped. She had carefully planned her next move. Donna looked at William with daggers in her eyes. “You don’t think a little old girl would have enough money to manage to need eşme escort a broker? Let me tell you, Mister, I hide my wealth so that guys like me, not my money. You seem to like me while thinking I am just an average middle-class woman, and I like that. You probably worry I am after your money. I am not. I am well off. So far, I find you a fascinating man, period, but you are sadly mistaken if you think that women cannot make a lot of money. That only men can.”

William swallowed hard, “I apologize. I didn’t mean to insult you, and I did. How can I make this up to you?”

Donna soften her look. “It’s okay. I worried that any man I meet will want me for my money instead of wanting me. So, I hide that I am wealthy. I bet you’ve worried that a woman might pretend to like you to get at your money.”

“Donna, I’d be lying to say that is not a worry of mine. After my wife died, some of her single friends, who had ignored me rudely while she was alive, suddenly got interested in me. I shut that down quick.”

Donna replied, “That must have been awful.”

“It was, but I can’t let that experience cut me off from any potential friendships.”

“William, you are a smart man to realize that. But you still owe me. “

William replied, “You are right. I owe you big for many reasons.”

Donna smiled, “How could I not forgive a man who is a great conversationalist, a wonderful dancer, was so entertaining in the hypnotist show and now owes me big?”

William said, “I feel like a fool. Is it too much to ask to see the video of the hypnotist show sometime today.”

“It won’t show very well on my phone screen.”

“Not a problem, as the big screen in my suite can project from a phone.”

“That sounds great. I can’t do that in my cabin. Now let’s enjoy the day together and let this little misunderstanding be forgotten, except that you owe me one. Could you be so kind as to rub sunscreen on me? It gets covered better if someone else does it.”

She took off her robe, handed the sunscreen to William, and sat with her back to him. He began to rub it on her back.

“Untie the strings of my bikini top and get the sunscreen under where they were. I’ll hold the top from the front so I stay decent.”

William thought about saying that he’d be happy if she were indecent but decided that Donna might not find that funny.

William undid the ties. Donna pulled the strings to the front while putting her hands over her breasts to hold the bikini top in place.

William applied lotion on her back, neck, and shoulders. “Donna, I think I got it all.”

Donna turned around. Her fingers pulled down her bikini top until the top of her aureoles showed, “Would you be a dear and rub it on my upper chest, under my arm, and my upper breast?”

William noticed her top was loosely held.

William said, “This is a little awkward. I feel I’m taking advantage of you.”

Donna replied, “Nonsense, It’s nothing more than you did in the show.”

“I did this in the show? I’ve got to see that video.”

Donna replied, You will.”

William said, “Thank you. Are you sure you’re okay with me rubbing you there?”

“William, you’re doing what I am telling you to do as I like the feel of your hands on my body. Besides, what girl wouldn’t want a handsome man to do her bidding?”

William carefully rubbed the lotion where she instructed. Donna noticed a bulge growing in his trunks and gave him a big smile.

When he stopped at the top of her breasts, she said, “William, I need sunscreen applied to all my exposed skin.”

William put more lotion on his hands and rubbed it on her upper breast, including the exposed top of her aureoles.”

Donna said,” Please get it under the fabric in case my bikini slips.”

William plunged his hand under her top until he felt her nipples.

Donna moaned, saying, “William, rub it in well there.”

William lightly played with her nipples, espiye escort pretending to be carefully applying sunscreen.

When he was done, she said, “Oh, that was heavenly. You rub sunscreen in so well. Could you be a dear and tie the strings for me?”

William tied the string around her neck and the string around her back.

“William, you’re doing such a great job. Please do my torso now. Be sure to get the sunscreen under the fabric of my top.” She pulled her bikini top up so that the bottoms of her areoles showed.

He got the lotion on her lower breast, stomach, and sides. He again slipped his hands under her bikini top and massaged her nipples. Donna moaned as her pleasure mounted.

Donna said, “You can stop that in about an hour.”

They both laughed.

When William felt he could not continue to pretend that he was only applying sunscreen to her nipples any longer, he withdrew his hands. Donna pulled her bikini top back in place, lay on her back on the lounge chair, undid the strings on her bikini bottom, put her hand on the top of the front fabric, and pulled it down so it was just above her clit.”

“Get the lotion down lower, under the fabric, so I don’t burn. A sunburn would hurt here.”

“Donna, you realize that rubbing you there excites me.”

“Well. Better you than a stranger. And to be honest, it excites me also. It excites me that you are doing this because I told you to.”

As William rubbed, Donna moaned in pleasure. Donna enjoyed that the tent in the front of William’s trunks got bigger. She thought about directing him to rub the sunscreen under the bikini bottom onto her clit, but decided to use that trick later. Her domination plan was proceeding nicely.

When he finished the front, she flipped over while putting her other hand on the back of her bikini bottoms and pulled the top to the bottom of her butt, barely covering her asshole. “Finish up with my butt and then retie the strings.”

William was as hard as he had been in ages. He rubbed the lotion on her butt and tied the side strings.

“Donna, I think you are trying to tease me.”

“Oh, William, I don’t tease. I sometimes need help with things that are in a gray area. I trust you to do only what I ask of you. I trust you more than any other man in a long time. I have a feeling that you will always be a great help to me. I don’t know what magic spell you cast on me, but it worked. “

He laughed and said, “And here I thought you were casting a spell on me.”

He lay down on the double lounge chair.

She moved next to him in a sideways embrace. She looked into his eyes and said, “Yes, I am the evil witch queen. Bwa Ha Ha.”

She kissed him, rolled onto her back, and grabbed his hand, “I’m glad I’m your cruise ship steady.”

“I will be proud to have you on my arm for the formal tonight. I’m old-fashioned. I like dressing up for dinner for the formal nights on a cruise. I brought two very nice three-piece suits to wear.”

“I have several sexy formal outfits I didn’t bring out when my family was here.”

“I thought the outfits you wore with your family were elegant. You were the most beautiful woman on the last cruise.”

“Oh, William, how often did you undress me with your eyes before I caught you doing it as my family left?”

“I am too embarrassed to confess.”

“William, just to get even, I’ve just undressed you with my eyes, and as far as I am concerned, I am now lying down next to a completely naked man.”

They both laughed and followed up with a kiss.

Donna said, “I think you like the idea of being naked for me while I am still clothed.”

William blushed, “Maybe.”

The rest of the afternoon went by with pleasant conversation.

Donna left the cabana earlier than William as she had an appointment in the Spa that afternoon to prepare for the first formal night. She agreed that William would collect her before etiler escort the suite reception.

William put on his dark blue suit with a powder blue shirt and a tie with a picture of a parrot on it.

His jaw dropped when he got to Donna’s cabin, and she opened the door. She was wearing a black gown with half sleeves, a deep cleavage, and a hem at her knees. She had on black sheer stockings and black strappy heels.

William exclaimed, “Wow. You’re beautiful. Every guy will be jealous of my date tonight.”

Donna kissed him and said, “I’m more than your date tonight. Remember, I am your cruise steady, even though I’ve yet to receive anything from you to confirm that. Plus, you owe me big, and I will eventually collect on that.” And laughed.

At dinner, William kept thinking how wonderful it was to spend time with Donna. He enjoyed how smart and well-read she was. It seemed they could talk about almost any subject. On top of that, she was a damn sexy, assertive woman. It had been a long time since he’d enjoyed himself as much. In the back of his head, he still had the nagging worry that she just wanted him because he was rich, despite the lecture she had given him earlier. He decided to risk it and put that concern to rest.

“Donna, I like you and hope you like me for being me, but I want to put all my cards on the table. I believe you are well off, like me. I’ve got over 10 million in investments with my broker. My trust is set up so that most of my money goes to my kids and grandchildren. I’m not bragging. I just wanted you to know I like you for being you.”

“Oh William, you are a wonderful man. As you assume, I don’t need your money. I have more than you invested with my broker, but you won’t learn the amount until this relationship has gone deeper and you have proven that you listen and respond well to my wants. It sounds like my trust is set up the same as yours. My money will mostly go to kids and grandkids. So, let’s keep moving down this road and see where this relationship leads. But remember, you still owe me big time.”

“That I do. That I do.”

After dinner, they went to the big production show about soul music. They discovered that they both enjoyed the Mo Town sound.

When the women on stage started singing, ‘I’m your baby tonight.’ And got to the chorus, Donna put her mouth to his ear and sang along.

“Whatever you want from me,

I’m giving you everything.

I’m your baby tonight.

You’ve given me ecstasy.

You are my fantasy.

I’m your baby tonight.”

Then she kissed his cheek and put her hand high on his thigh, almost brushing his cock, for the rest of the song. At the song’s end, she said, “I mean it.”

William wasn’t sure how to react. On the one hand, he liked Donna, but on the other hand, if she wanted sex, it would only be an embarrassment when he couldn’t perform.

His mind raced so much that he didn’t pay attention to the rest of the show. After the show, they went to their normal dance area, but after a few dances, William said he was too tired and was turning in earlier. He said, “I’ll see you in the gym in the morning.” and left.

Donna sensed there was something wrong. Was she about to be dropped as Williams cruise steady?

Fortunately, when William got to his room, he sent Dona a message saying, “I’m sorry for running out on you. I am just a little overwhelmed that an amazing woman would want to spend time with me. See you in the gym in the morning.”

Donna appreciated the message but knew more was happening than just the money issue, which should now be behind them. Being the assertive woman she was, she would find out tomorrow.

William tossed and turned all night. He had been seriously turned on applying sunscreen to her breasts, mainly since Donna directed his actions. He was surprised at how much he liked her being in charge. He sensed that she wanted to make love with him, but he worried that his erectile dysfunction would eventually cause Donna to reject him. At least he wasn’t concerned that she only liked him for his money.

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I hope you enjoyed the third day of the cruise. As always, comments and suggestions are appreciated.

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Chelsea ChooChoo Xmas Flight Floozy

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Author’s Notes:

This is meant to be one of what will be a series of “one-offs” featuring the titular character Cheslea “Choo-Choo” and her slut-tacular sexual escapades. I have written this one specifically for the winter writing event since I enjoy getting out there and participating with the community. Others will follow as I have ideas of what shenanigans she could get into.

Chelsea, an eighteen-year-old college drop-out from Palletain, is coming home for Christmas. However, Chelsea hates flying. How exactly will she distract herself? And will she fall into old habits?

Thanks as always to my fantastic editor Kenjisato! Vote for him for Most Helpful Editor 2022!!!

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Chelsea Choo-Choo the Christmas Flight Floozy

“Now boarding zone three for Adrian Air Flight 672 to Palletain, please check your boarding passes to confirm your zone right next to your seat number. Thank you, zone three.”

Huffing and puffing Chelsea crouched at her waist and put her hands on her knees, as she finally found her gate. It was like the world was spinning around her as she ran full force through Isador International Airport, trying to find her connection to her hometown of Palletain.

It wasn’t like she had a short layover, Chelsea’s time management skills were just that bad. How could she have known that this airport would be a labyrinth of holiday travelers, gate numbers, stores, Christmas trees, and terminals? It was not as straight of a shot as she had thought, when she sat down at the airport bar an hour ago.

So, here it was, after leveraging her fake ID for a few shots, and a mile-long sprint through three terminals, she felt like collapsing next to the gate queue, just as they called her zone.

“Ma’am, are you on this flight?” The male gate attendant waved eagerly to her, almost hurrying her to board.

“Yes…I… Yes, I am.” She struggled with her breathy words.

“Oh great, we are ready for ya, hun.”

As the world ceased spinning, Chelsea began to see she was one of three people in Zone 3 boarding this flight. A stuffy-looking lady with a side-swept, can-I-speak-to-your-manager-type hairdo was scanning her boarding pass at the door as she scrunched her nose, pulling her wimp of a husband along behind her. She was bitching about something that a grown woman should have developed a coping mechanism for a decade ago, as they proceeded down the jetway. Mentally, Chelsea hoped that she was far away from that pair, less they smell the alcohol on her breath.

It was Chelsea’s goal to make it home for Christmas without incident. It was her first time home in a year for her, and when she had left, it was not on the best of terms. Chelsea had a… reputation, that followed her and brought a level of angst to the family. Despite their judgment of her, she did miss them, and this trip was meant to reconcile some things. The fact she just ran up to her gate after drinking under the pretense of a fake ID wasn’t exactly the best start, but she could recover from here.

Taking a deep breath, she sauntered up to the attendant and handed over her boarding pass to the aging man with the walrus mustache. She did her best to look sober, despite the less-than-graceful trip on the non-existent snag in the carpet, leading up to the scanner.

A few beeps later, she was cleared down the jetway.

“Have a wonderful flight, sweetie, Merry Christmas.” The wrinkled man handed her back her boarding pass, stealing a look down her abdomen as a halo of skin peaked out around her waist.

“Merry Christmas, handsome!” Chelsea cocked a hip to the side in an overt gesture to be cute, as she gave the attendant a two-fingered salute before stepping down the length of the passage before her.

A brief look over her shoulder confirmed he was fully drinking her in. The shots were certainly catching up with her as she enjoyed the attention.

Chelsea hated flying, hence the reason she started this trip off with a drink. The thought of rising and falling constantly, and the hell it played on her equilibrium, reigned havoc on her stomach. It was less butterflies and more like a squadron of sparrows in her gut. At the door of the plane, a smiling flight attendant directed her with graceful hands down the center aisle towards the cheap-seats.

She gave Chelsea a strange look, more than likely because her face was as white as a sheet. Her eyes were wide as she felt dizzy stumbling down the aisle towards her seat, 20B.

As she tripped along and hit each aisle chair, and occasional passenger, like a ping-pong ball, the small girl noticed how few people were on the plane. It felt like only about two dozen or so, and many of the seats were left unoccupied as she passed rows and rows of emptiness.

Bumping into the snooty bitch she saw at the gate, she received an evil glare like a snake in the bushes being stepped on. Her face became scrunched, and as Chelsea moved on, muttering could be heard about her.

“Go off,” erzincan escort Chelsea snorted all too loudly. A ‘tsk’ and a sharp head turn behind her, came from the subject of her ire.

Ahead, she saw two rather large men, one muscular and bald with tattoos along his arms, and the other fat and bald with a kind face. They were sitting on the aisle and window respectively. Glancing drunkenly at her ticket, she figured that with her luck she was right between them, and after a moment of thought, she felt it, indeed, was her luck.

As lustful thoughts ran through her head, the little devil in Chelsea’s gut started to cackle, tickling the nerves in a special place. When she came to the row with the big men and realized it was indeed her own, she didn’t hesitate, taking her seat right between them as she squeezed her small body, ass first, in front of the muscular man in the aisle seat.

A normal girl like her, cute, petite, and alone, would have grabbed one of the many empty rows to claim it for herself. No one would have told her to take her middle seat between two large and strange men, the flight attendants certainly wouldn’t care. But Chelsea took it anyway, almost like she desired it, and that was because subconsciously, she did.

The muscular man was exactly her type, someone who looked like they could manhandle her, roughly rearrange her guts, and make her cream with a mean scowl. The fat man seemed sweet and was the type to be pretty thankful for what she had to give. Both had their place in Chelsea’s sex-food pyramid.

Chelsea was a slut. A notorious slut. At the college she dropped out of rather quickly, she was known as ‘Chelsea Choo-Choo’ an apt name given for the trains run on her whenever she was given the chance. The proximity to man-meat made her shiver. Though a large part of her reputation in her home of Palletain was because of her promiscuity, she sat down in that middle seat anyway.

Snuggling in the seat, she wasn’t shy about bumping arms with the larger and older men. She noticed the greying hair of the hot muscular man’s beard. The heat coming off of them was like a drug to her.

They both were ignorant of her character, and more so annoyed that this girl didn’t have the grace to find her own row.

“Hi, sorry, Merry Christmas.” She cutely shrugged her shoulders as her flirtatious tone surprised them.

“Err, yeah, Merry Christmas.” They both muttered, trying not to check her out.

She was cute, and had that going for her, but what unsuspecting stranger would think they were getting anything out of that? Unless they were extremely arrogant. Chelsea liked the unsuspecting strangers the most. An arrogant fool would take her for granted.

“Wait… damn.” She grasped the armrests, her neighbors had surrendered so easily as she caught herself in the act. Both men looked at her peculiarly, as she voiced her thoughts out loud. How much more annoying could this girl get?

It was happening again, this was how she gets in trouble each time. She just sluts herself out whenever the chance is given. And coming home for the holidays for the first time, she wanted to come with a better impression, for her parents’ sake.

Grasping the armrests, she closed her eyes and tried to think of anything but sex. Dolphins, the latest Sena Lark movie, Coastal Jazz, fun facts from her college Continental History Class, anything to keep her mind off of it.

But all that failed, as the plane began to lurch backward from the gate.

Chelsea let out an audible gasp. Both men on either side of her, looked at her and then at each other, but remained silent. As the plane taxied, her heart raced, thinking of what was about to be.

“Errrrr, ladies and gentlemen this is your captain speaking, seems like it’s our lucky day, we are first for takeoff here on our flight to Palletain. Weather is nice, not good beach weather nice, but good Holiday weather nice. Plus it’s a bit cold outside. We’ll hopefully arrive into Palletain in about two hours if we have a headwind, temperatures there are in the forties…”

Both men made a glance at Chelsea who wore a short, pleated skirt and a white tank top. Neither winter attire that looked warm. Chelsea’s aura couldn’t get any stranger.

“…we’ll be taking off momentarily, and get everyone home for Christmas. Flight attendants, please prepare the cabin for departure.”

This was it… the moment she dreaded. Chelsea white-knuckled the armrests on either side of her, as the plane turned and the engines whined. The whole aircraft lurched forward in such a violent way that Chelsea squinted her eyes and looked visibly disturbed. It was all happening, the lifting feeling as they flew into the air, her whole body tingled and felt flush as they soared.

Chelsea couldn’t take it, she needed a distraction. At that moment, she decided to give in to the inevitable.

As they ascended into the air, the men, on her right and on the left, had begun to lean away from erzurum escort her. It was either out of politeness to her personal space, or just aversion to her unusual presence. There was a mild annoyance to her being there, but it was not like either of them had moved away yet. But then again, the fasten seatbelt sign was on, so they could very well have plans to.

To her left, the man with the big shoulders and tattoos arched his back uncomfortably. She needed to work fast if she wanted any sort of distraction to come of this.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” the small girl, squeezed between two very large men, squeaked, as she smiled at the one on her left. “I don’t need much space.” She smacked her lips as she said it, looking him up and down like her next meal, as she shifted excitedly in her seat.

They didn’t look gay by any means, but the lords knew her radar for that was not finely tuned. As his eyes wandered to her, she caught him taking a peek down her tank top.

Bingo.

Chelsea knew she was validated at that point. Taking a slight peek, she didn’t see any rings on fingers, not that it had stopped her before.

The big man to her left felt a bit more at ease and straightened his back, though he still didn’t quite look normal. There was a tenseness about him, as he stole glances at the cute teen in 20B.

Looking over to her right, the chubby man there had a nervous expression, unsure if the invitation was for him as well. Chelsea felt a bit of the lift of the airplane and took a deep breath, the blood rushing to her head as she felt a light warmth and dizziness around her.

“You, too. I don’t, bite I promise.” She nudged him softly with her elbow, and a bright smile. However, a spot of turbulence wiped it off of her face, and her normally pink complexion with spots of freckles, was wiped away with a cold whiteness.

The man on the right obliged, both their shoulders squeezing her small frame in her seat.

“So do you both know each other?” Chelsea tried to break the ice as she took long, deep breaths.

“Yeah, Allen and I, here, went to school together back in the day.”

“In Palletain?”

“No, actually in Klarkstown, we just both recently moved to Palletain.”

“Oh, that’s nice.” She squeaked and clenched her eyes shut as her breathing got louder and more nervous with each bump and jerk of the plane.

“Don’t like flying?” One asked her, looking concerned, as he stole a look at his friend. Both were being very polite with their girl-facing arms in their laps and allowing her access to the armrest.

“No… how can you tell?” She gulped and smiled, brushing the edges of her skirt she felt a cold draft along her legs, as the air began to flow better through the cabin.

“Sorry folks, we’ll be going through a bit of turbulence on our ascent today.” The garbled announcement over the PA by the pilot, did Chelsea little to reassure her nerves.

As the plane began to rock some more, dropping through an air pocket, Chelsea’s hands clasped the men’s arms on either side. Yanking them up, she placed them on the armrest with little resistance on their part, placing her arms atop and intertwining her fingers with each.

“Sorry… I hope you don’t mind.” She used her big, adorable eyes to plead with them as she tightened the grip of petite fingers. Both men looked chuffed to be of service, nodding and smiling their assurances to her that nothing bad was going to happen.

Chelsea loved the protecting nature of men, nothing turned her on more than that masculine need to look out for the cute, tiny female. Shifting in her seat, she took a sigh of relief as they rode the waves of turbulence upwards. Resting against either of their arms, she didn’t hold back her willingness to nuzzle against them, her small breasts grazing their forearms through her thin tank top.

“Thanks, boys… you don’t know how much this means to me.” She squeezed their hands softly and caressed their thumbs with her own. She milked it for all she could.

“I’m Chelsea by the way,” she said, as she laid her dirty-blonde head against the muscular forearm of the man on her left.

“Gregg,” he responded with a crack, a bit taken aback by her unabashed friendliness.

“And I’m Allen,” the other said, Chelsea rubbing his arm up and down in a massaging motion.

“Do you fly a lot?” Gregg asked, looking down at the girl’s dimpled face, as she laid her cheek on his bicep.

“I try not to.” She giggled before a sudden drop of the plane and the whine of the engine caused her to squeak.

“What brings you on this one?” Albert laughed, as he patted her arm and rubbed it from her hand to her elbow in an attempt to distract her.

Chelsea smiled, it seemed the feeling was mutual.

“Uh, going home, to see my parents for Christmas.” She clenched their hands as the overhead bins rattled.

“Holiday break from college?” Gregg looked around the plane, wondering if anyone could see them intimately esat escort holding hands with this girl.

“Heh… no, can’t say I am doing that well, I dropped out.” Chelsea reflected on her life as a vagabond as of late, living off whatever whim or fancy she had from place to place. She hadn’t told her parents about leaving college; eventually, on this visit home, they would find out, but that was a problem for another day.

For right then, this was the life she wanted, and the one she enjoyed, going from place to place and living ‘off the land’. Little trysts like these she was about to engage in were just the highlight.

“So, what do you do?” Allen sat forward, looking the girl up and down curiously, wondering what she was about.

Chelsea smiled at him, a suggestiveness to her expression, as he asked such an open-ended question. “A little bit of everything.” She squirmed cutely in her seat.

“Oh? That’s vague…”

“Curious?” She whipped her head to Gregg, her hair brushing his arm as she smiled up at the much larger man, her neck arched to look him eye to eye.

“Now I am.” He leaned forward to look at her. The middle-seat girl sat back, with curious men on either side of her.

“Well.” She brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Last thing I did was a mall Santa’s elf.”

“Oh?”

“Ho-ho.”

“Yes, That’s right.” She giggled as they teased her.

“Did you wear the ears?” Allen felt brave enough to pluck at the top of Chelsea’s ear, who in turn flirtatiously scowled at him.

“Oh, I look super cute in pointy ears.”

“I can’t picture it.” Gregg seemed to egg her on.

“Yeah, I don’t quite believe it.” Allen joined in his skepticism.

Chelsea giggled some more, freeing one of her hands to take out her phone from her bag. Playfully, she held the phone close as if she had something naughty to hide in her photo gallery, her eyes peering over her phone case at the curious men to tease them.

A jolt of turbulence caused her to lose the grip on her phone, the unlocked zPhone falling into Allen’s lap.

“Oh, let’s see.” He picked it up slowly, giving her ample opportunity to grab it back if she didn’t want him to see.

Chelsea made little effort to retrieve it. “Noooo, give it back.” She feigned embarrassment as she held her hands against her blushing cheeks.

“Let’s seeeee.” Allen took a look at the picture she had up. It was a group photo of several elf girls and Santa in the mall, Chelsea sticking out by far. He turned the photo to Gregg and nodded, impressed.

“You do make a cute elf.” Gregg agreed, as he looked at the dramatic pose Chelsea made in the photo, clinging to the lucky mall Santa. The other girls were not even half as alluring.

“Let’s see what else.” Allen looked to Chelsea to see if she would object before swiping to the next photo. Chelsea simply bit her lip, holding on to Gregg’s arm as the plane still rocked.

Magically, the horrible sensation of flight was in the back of her mind.

After a few more photos with Santa, some of which Chelsea stood, VERY, provocatively with Father Christmas, Gregg laughed.

“I bet Santa appreciated his little helper.” Gregg’s teasing became a little more forward.

Chelsea smiled. He had no idea how far towards the top of the Naughty List she was.

As Allen joined in the teasing, Chelsea reflected on how the older men needed little encouragement to get flirty with her. Although Chelsea usually enjoyed a good chase, the nerves of being on this rocky plane made her appreciate how easy this was coming.

“Let’s see what else?” Allen looked at her, again seeking approval, but not moving ’til he heard something definite.

“You have the phone.” Chelsea scooted up in her chair and scrunched her nose, as she acted embarrassed and nodded.

Another swipe and a different kind of picture was on the screen. This time, Chelsea was in front of a changing-room mirror with her elf costume, her green skirt with red trim riding a little high as her asscheeks peeked out below.

“Oh my god,” Allen blurted out, his eyes wide. Gregg nearly leaned across Chelsea to get a look. Both men lost their senses for a moment, as they lapped up the imagery. Allen quickly handed the phone back to Chelsea, a touch embarrassed.

Chelsea took the phone, admiring how nice her ass looked for a second before tucking the screen close to her chest and blushing.

“Sorry.” Allen held his hands up apologetically.

“It’s okay.” Chelsea laughed at the situation. “I have worse that you didn’t see.” She gave him a flirtatious glare.

Allen was still red, and Gregg was coughing, a bit stunned at how flirty the girl was getting. Chelsea sensed she may need to slow her approach, though she was yearning to get this going; each time the plane shook, she held on to Gregg’s hand harder.

“Deep breaths,” Gregg told her, as he patted her hand.

Chelsea wondered if he would be saying that to her in another context soon. She looked at his crotch and hoped he packed as much as she thought he did.

Arching her head up, she looked around the plane. Their row was isolated from the sparse pockets of other passengers. The snuffy lady from earlier and her husband, a half dozen rows up, were the nearest people.

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It was a shitty Friday, which made sense, it had been a shitty week, hell, it had been a shitty month.

I closed my laptop and walked across the small living room to the balcony. I opened the door, stepping out, breathing some fresh air.

Fuck it, I need to get out of this damnable apartment for a while. Taking all online courses for my final semester had seemed like a great idea at the time, but now…

I didn’t really think of myself as a social person, but the isolation had been overwhelming. Every time I made plans with my friends for the last month something came up. If it wasn’t for the Door Dash drivers, I wouldn’t have talked to a human face to face in 3 weeks.

I was going out. I went back inside, and into my bedroom. Pulling my t-shirt off and placing it in the hamper I pulled a light cotton sundress from the closet. Screw it, might as well go all in. I set the dress down on my bed, my panties joined the t-shirt in the shower. I took a nice, long hot shower, shaved my legs, and on a bit of a whim, my pubic hair went down the shower drain as well. I came out feeling fresh and clean, ready for the world. I dried off my hair, the advantage of a pixie cut, and got my blonde hair into place. I stared at myself in the mirror for a moment. At least this self-imposed isolation hadn’t made me fat, I ran my hands over my stomach at just over 5ft tall and 90lbs there wasn’t much fat on me. Although I thought, hands moving to my breasts, maybe a few more pounds would help in this department. I gave my A cup breasts a gentle squeeze; well think of all the money I saved on bras…

I pulled on a fresh pair of panties, slipped into the sundress. A pair of sandals, and my purse completed my preparations, and I headed out.

It was a little before 12, and I drove to a little Indian place one of my friends had raved about. He was right, it turned out to be quite good. I finished lunch and soon found myself in the parking lot, wondering what to do next. There was a movie theatre across the parking lot. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been to a theatre, but anything seemed better than going back to my apartment.

I strolled across the parking lot and up ergene escort to the ticket kiosk, the touch screen had an option for “starting soon” so I tapped it. A horror movie and a Disney cartoon both starting in the next 15 minutes. Definitely one extreme or the other, I pondered for a moment then bought a ticket to the cartoon. A quick diet Coke from the concession stand and I found a seat. The place was practically empty, what looked like a mom and her two kids a few rows in front of me and that was it. The previews were winding down when the door opened, a family of four this time, dad, mom and a couple of kids. The dad pointed and the family fell in behind him. He walked right to my row, seriously? All this empty space and you come to my row? As if to add insult he strolled right down the aisle, nodded to me and sat down right next to me. The kids sat down next with mom on the far side.

I was tempted to move, but damnit, I was here first, and this was my seat. Silly I know, I’d fled isolation and here I was mad that someone was in my area but…still.

The movie started and we were soon whisked into the world of talking animals. I was actually starting to enjoy the movie when I felt something brush against my leg. He’d put his arm on the armrest between us, because of course he had I thought angrily, and now his hand was hanging down a bit, his fingertip brushing against my leg. As I watched he moved his hand down further. This wasn’t an accident I realized, until the tips of all 4 fingers were resting on my leg.

My mind raced, I should move, I should hit him, throw my drink on him, scream…something…instead I just sat there, watching his hand. After another minute or two his palm was resting on my leg, his fingers curling around my leg, pressing my dress down between my legs. And still I just sat there, watching his hand. It slid down towards my knee, and I felt a tinge of relief, until the fingers hooked into the bottom of my dress and started pulling it up. In a moment or two his hand was right back where it had been, except now it was under my dress, hand resting on my bare leg.

Part of me was grateful that I had shaved my legs, ermenek escort as another part of me still wanted to attack him, run away, something…

His hand started moving up, taking the hem of my dress with it. As I watched my dress slid further up until the edge of his hand was pressing against my panties.

The little girl sitting next to him said something and he turned towards her, his hand moving off of me. I was up on my feet and heading down the aisle almost instantly. I was to the aisle and out of the theatre in moments. Back in the lights I stopped, completely unsure of what to do next. Tell the manager? Call the police? Just go home? Instead, I went into the bathroom, to the nearest stall and did something I never would have thought I’d do. I slid my panties off, put them in my purse and walked back to the theatre.

As I approached my seat, he looked up at me. It was the first really good look I’d gotten of him; he was older, maybe later 40s, early 50s, but attractive in distinguished way. His wife looked younger, mid 30s perhaps, brunette hair in the obligatory mom ponytail. I could see his smile as I sat back down in my seat.

There was no hesitation this time, his hand moved to my thigh as if we were old lovers, sliding the dress up in one quick motion. He spent the rest of the movie, fingers playing with my pussy, never trying to penetrate me, just touching, caressing, playing. I obediently spread my legs and let him.

Sooner than I would have imagined the movie was ending, evil was vanquished, and our cartoon heroes were safe. His hand swiftly left me, and I just as swiftly closed my legs and fixed my dress. He got up without a word and filed out of the theatre behind his family.

I sat there until the credits ended, the lights came up and the cleaning crew entered the theatre. I got to my feet and headed out of the theatre in a daze. As I was almost to the family restroom the door opened, a woman and a small girl were coming out. I recognized her as the woman from the theatre. She looked down at the little girl.

“Go see your dad”, and pointed down the hallway where he was standing with the other child.

I eryaman escort tried to avoid eye contact, pretending I hadn’t noticed and kept walking, just a few more steps I told myself.

Then a strong hand was locked on my arm, effortlessly yanking me into the bathroom. The door closed and I heard the click of the lock. She was a good 7 inches taller than me and had the look of one of those moms who drop their kids off and spend the day at Pilates or spin class of whatever the current thing is. I stood there, shocked and terrified, I was going to get beaten up in a bathroom for messing around with her husband and I hadn’t even done anything.

She moved to me with cat like grace, hands on my shoulders she pushed me back into the wall, one hand was on my chest now, pressing me back into the cool tile, the other reached down, grabbing the hem of my dress and pulling it up. Her hand was soon on my sex, fingers running up and down, feeling the wetness her husband had left behind.

Then she dropped to her knees, burying her face in me, I’d never been licked like that in my life, her tongue probing me, a finger slid inside me, and after being so aroused but empty for so long I almost came right there, She had my left leg over her shoulder now, I was balancing on my right as I watched her pony tail fly around. Then I burst, my orgasm hitting me, fighting to keep from crying out. She moved out from under my leg and I found myself sliding down the wall until I was sitting on the bathroom floor. She walked over to where I had dropped my purse and picked it up. Pulling my I-phone out she pointed it at my face to unlock it. Kneeling beside me she lifted my skirt, exposing me and took a picture of me.

She typed into the phone for a moment then stood up.

“When you think you are ready for more, let me know.” She said, dropping my phone in my lap and leaving the bathroom.

I picked the phone up, there was a text going to a number I didn’t know. It simply said, “Theatre slut” and had the picture of my pussy attached.

I sat there until I heard a knock on the door. I had the presence of mind to call out for them to wait. I stood up, fixed my dress, grabbed my purse and hurried out to find a mom and her small child waiting outside.

I apologized and hurried out of the building and back to my car. Driving home in a daze, I was soon back in my apartment, laying in my bed, working my vibrator deep inside me as I stared at the text.

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After getting back from lunch we get some cocktails and sit on the couch You sit facing me with your legs tucked under you. I run my fingertips over your left cheek, then down your neck to your cleavage. I move my hand back up to cheek and pull your face to me. (You know what is going to happen next!) Yes baby it is time for some long slow wet kisses.

Your hand is now on the side of my face as the kiss begins to build in intensity. Our tongues slowly begin to slide around each other. My hand begins to slide up the inside of your thigh. You moan into my mouth as I get closer to your pussy. I take my hand out from under your dress and lick my fingers. Your lips part and I hold my fingers to your lips. You begin to lick my fingers and I pull them from between your lips. We start with another long, slow, wet, lippy kiss.

I slide my fingers up the inside of your thigh and you move your legs apart to give me better access. As my fingers near the top of your thigh, you moan softly. My fingers lightly touch your pussy, you gasp and whisper yes into my ear. As you do I pull you over my lap. I lift your sun dress exposing your bum to me. I tell you in your ear that “naughty girls sometimes need a good spanking”. My hand comes down across your bum and you start to wiggle and tell me that you have been a naughty girl. My hand spanks your other cheek and you yell. “Spank me please, spank me”, Soon you have some light reddening on your butt as you wriggle on my lap. Again and again my hand spanks you. My other hand is massaging your breasts.

I slide my hand down your breasts and begins to pinch both of your nipples at the same time. My other hand stops spanking you and spreads you open. erzincan escort I can feel your juices flowing onto my hand. I look down and you have slid your fingers down to your clit. As your hand begins to rub your clit faster, your juices are all over our hands Soon we lick the juices from each others fingers. I pull you up off my lap and lead you to the stairs. As we get to the stairs you let out a long breath and turn to look me in the eye. Apparently you just noticed the hand cuffs! (How in the world did I do that?)

Now you are handcuffed to the stairs. (Hot dog!!!!!!!!) I leave you at the stairs and go into the bathroom and the kitchen. I come back with some towels. I kneel in front of you beginning kissing and sucking your nipples. As I slip my fingers down into your pussy. You begin to thrust your hips, driving yourself onto my fingers. I take my fingers out of you and put them up to your lips. You try to suck them into your mouth. I let you lick them.

As you sit on the floor handcuffed to the railing I stand up, take my phone out and put on some music and begin to undress. Oh no I am not just going to get naked. I am going to strip and dance for you. Hips begin to gyrate and grind near you. You smile and start to cheer as I move closer to you. I am within inches of you when you stick out your tongue and begin to lick your lips.

Your eyes are half closed as your tongue feels the head of my cock just beginning to touch. Slowly I begin to sink deeper into your mouth. I tell you to open your mouth and stick your tongue out. As you do I slide my cock to the back of your throat and your tongue touches my balls. Your tongue begins erzurum escort to lick my balls faster as my hands sink into your hair. I pull back out of your throat and begin to slide my cock into your mouth again and again. Soon I can feel an orgasm building. No not so fast baby.

I step back, kneel down and kiss your pussy. I love the taste and smell of your juices. I love the touch and smell of your entire body though. When I stop I kiss those beautiful lips of yours and look into your eyes. You are breathing a little harder now. I slide my fingers back into you, I love the sounds of your love making. Your breasts are rising and falling very rapidly. I am completely mesmerized by your breasts. I begin to kiss all over breasts and slowly work my way to hard and perfect nipples. You begin trying to shove your breasts deeper into my mouth.

Now it time to move on with the story. I take your hips in my hands and flip you over. I love the surprising and sounds and look you give me. I reach down and begin to spread your butt open. I lean down and kiss your bum as my tongue begins to slide in and out. You scream “lick me, oh fuck, yes lick me harder!!!!!!” My fingers slide deep into your pussy. So hot , so wet. My thumb slowly slides into your butt as my fingers continue their work. You gasp and moan loudly as my thumb and finger begin to rub the area between your butt and pussy. They are deep side as you begin to tremble and scream “Fuck, fuck, on keep going I am going to cum. Please faster, faster.”

I take my thumb from your bum and you moan. My other hand is moving faster and harder into you while rubbing your clit. I reach down and pick up one the items I brought back from the esat escort kitchen. Your juices are flowing like mad as I pull fingers out of you and hold a glass up to your wet and squirting pussy. I catch as much of juices in the glass as I can. I walk around you and show the glass with your juices in it. I dip my fingers into the glass and get my fingers wet. After I lick my fingers I ask you if you would like some. You nod your vigorously up and down and say yes. I ask you if you are sure

through half closed eyes you yell “yes ,yes, yes”.

I stand up in front off you and tell you to open your mouth. I move so that my erection is between your lips. Then I say keep your mouth open.

I take the glass and begin to pour your juices over my cock. Your juices slowly run down my cock and into your eager mouth. As your juices run down my cock into your mouth some of it spills and runs down onto your breasts. I am not sure from your reaction another orgasm just ripped through your body. My cock is in your mouth and the feeling is amazing. Now it is my turn to shake and moan. My hands reach out and grab your hair as my hips move faster. My hands grip your hair and stop you. I pull my cock from your mouth and you begin gulping air as fast as you can. I lean down and tell you how I want you. I move behind and open your pussy as I slide slowly into you.

I start to moan as I continue to move in and out of you. You keep saying “fuck, fuck, fuck, don’t stop, make me cum.” The sounds your wet pussy and our wet groins slapping together. Holy cow those sounds and sensations begin to curl my toes. Now it is my turn to yell “I am going to cum” as our bodies move together. Our bodies begin to shake and quiver. I can feel you gripping me tightly. Your head is shaking form side to side. I can feel the muscles in my neck tightening as my head goes back I yell.

I take the key and unlock the hand cuffs and let you loose. Before I do I massage your wrists and kiss you again.

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New Beginnings

I was going to be late again.

I stared helplessly at the digital hands of the clock on my phone, then out of the grubby window of the cab as the rain-soaked streets flickered past, then back to my phone again.

No message from Dominic yet. I wondered should I call to explain? Maybe he’d already given up hope of me arriving, closed up, and gone home. Maybe he’d forgotten I was even coming. How did I end up with the only taxi driver in Chicago who doesn’t drive like a madman?

Lately, my life had felt like an endless sequence of being late to things. Late for work, late for meetings, late to dinner, late to bed.

How did time keep getting away from me? When did everything get so out of control?

It was a point of pride that friends and colleagues thought of me as a woman who could get shit done. They would probably use words like “organized” and “efficient” to describe me, and I expect the men often paired these words with “ruthless” and “calculated” – the kind of casual misogyny that any vaguely successful woman will recognize.

I admit I did my fair share to cultivate that reputation. I used the brainless sexism as fuel. Fuel I needed for all the late nights and weekends, locked in my office. I rarely joined any office social functions. I flatly refused any invitation to coffee or dinner or a movie. I was there to work, not to date. When a man does this, it is considered professionalism. When a woman does it, it’s taken as a definite sign that she’s a stuck-up bitch.

I told myself that it would all be worth it, and that I was on the home stretch – soon I’d make partner and all the sacrifices – all the long hours and the snide comments and the bullshit – would be worth it. I started telling myself that years ago, and here I still was. Grinding.

Eventually the invitations from co-workers had stopped. Even the most persistent and sleazy men in the office had long given up on trying to fuck me. It seemed my only reward for working my ass off was more work, with the occasional empty email of thanks from the board, though even those had been few and far between lately.

I never stopped to ask myself whether it was worth it. It so obviously wasn’t, but I didn’t have that person – that friend or colleague or boyfriend – to help me find that perspective. God forbid I’d ever ask anybody for help. I think I was the last person anybody thought would be struggling. I was glad I could give that impression, but the honest truth is I hadn’t felt in control of my life for a very long time. I had been giving myself to my job – the whole of myself – for far, far too long. It was starting to take its toll. I knew it. I could feel it.

When you’re running late, seconds feel like minutes and minutes feel like hours. The familiar guilt and frustration that I’d felt so often lately coursed through my veins. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I wanted to punch this taxi-driver in his stupid, slow fucking face.

I did none of these things. Instead, I checked the clock on my phone again.

Finally, the cab pulled up. It was on the wrong side of the street. I could have just asked him to turn it around and drop me directly outside the store, but of course I didn’t. I thanked my incompetent driver politely, made a mental note to tip him the maximum amount out of guilt for wanting to punch him, and made my way across the street in the pouring rain.

It wasn’t just pouring at this point. It was torrential. I was only outside for a matter of seconds but it was long enough. I didn’t have my umbrella with me because of course I didn’t. Maybe at least Dom would feel sorry for me in this state, I thought.

I made one last check of the time to see how embarrassed I needed to be,,and how much I’d need to grovel. The answer was very embarrassed, and lots of groveling. I was dripping wet by the time I crossed the threshold. The store was lit in the way that heavily implies that it’s closed, and nobody was around.

“Dom, I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am,” I called, starting to peel myself out of my drenched raincoat.

As I struggled out of my coat, I heard him approach.

“I know you’re closing soon. Do we still have time?”

I turned to face him. “Him” was not Dominic. It was a stranger.

A tall, handsome, well-dressed stranger.

A stunningly good-looking stranger with gray, piercing eyes, and a jaw like hewn marble. He wore an immaculate silver suit and waistcoat – probably Armani – and his short, black beard was meticulously groomed. A diamond stud shone in his ear.

“You’re not Dominic” I said stupidly.

“I’m not Dominic.” His voice was like honey. “I’m Ray. I’m Dominic’s partner.”

“Oh.” Was I disappointed? More importantly, had I sounded disappointed?

Of course, it made sense. No straight man could be this well dressed, and I knew that Dominic had been seeing somebody for a while. This must be the lucky man.

Lucky Dominic, more like.

“I’m Constance. ereğli escort Nice to meet you. Is Dom here?” I asked.

“Good to meet you Constance. No. sorry. He told me he messaged you. He had somewhere he needed to be and asked if I’d help you tonight. And to answer your original question, yes – we have time.”

“Oh good,” I said, trying not to sound too desperate. “I thought you closed at nine.”

“We do. Dominic explained your situation. He also said you’d be late.”

I blushed at this, that familiar feeling rising up again, and it must have been obvious.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” he said, laughing. God he had a nice voice.

“Well. He was right I guess,” I managed with a forced smile. “I didn’t realize I was so predictable.” I was annoyed at myself for sounding so self-pitying.

Ray looked at me with those hard, gray eyes for an uncomfortably long time. It felt like he wasn’t just looking at me but properly taking me in – analyzing me. It unnerved me, but I also didn’t want to interrupt him. I nearly spoke a couple of times but for some reason I felt like it was important to let him speak first.

“I have all night. What do you need?” he eventually said. In retrospect, I think he worded that question very deliberately, but I didn’t pay it too much attention at the time. In the presence of this cool, beautiful man I was beginning to regret the disheveled look tactic and wanted to sort my hair and outfit out as quickly as possible.

“I need a new wardrobe. Like, an entire new wardrobe.”

I explained the conversation that Dom and I had had over coffee the week before, obviously skipping the part where I basically had a breakdown and cried for the first time in years. All Dom had done was ask how I was doing and, when it dawned on me that nobody had asked me that in months, I couldn’t hold it in.

He had been so sweet in trying to console me and cheer me up. When he suggested a full wardrobe revamp, I wasn’t convinced at all. I hadn’t taken an interest in fashion in a long time. My wardrobe had one theme – business formal. I’d expressed my skepticism but he had insisted. It would be like therapy, he said, only better. Claimed it had never failed to cheer up his friends when they needed it. I eventually agreed, we set a date and time, and here I was – albeit not *quite* on time.

“Alright, why don’t you go get yourself dried off in the washroom back there,” he said, gesturing toward a door in the far wall. “There are fresh towels. Take all the time you need. I’ll start picking out a few things I think might work.”

His eyes ran down the length of my body and I felt myself blush again. He was just sizing me up so he could do his job, I knew, but it felt kind of nice to be looked at, even if he was gay. God knows the last time any man looked at my boobs, or my legs, or my ass.

I nodded.

“Alright. When you’re ready, meet me upstairs.”

He set off between the shelves, starting to pick things up already, and I wondered how he was making decisions. I’d expected him to ask me questions about my style, my preferences, my favorite colors and materials, but he didn’t ask a thing. Part of me wanted to watch him work, but I could feel the rainwater dripping from my hair. I shuddered to think how I must look and hurried off to the washroom.

Pretty fucking terrible was the answer.

The washroom was pure luxury. I knew Dominic was kind of a big deal in fashion, but I had no idea his store was like this.

The air was warm and sweet with perfume. The fittings were a cream-colored marble and the furniture – two comfortable looking chairs and a coat rack – was rich ebony, offering a pleasing contrast. There were several plush, white towels folded neatly on the sideboard, along with an array of expensive looking soaps and perfumes. Most impressive of all was the mirror. It looked like something that belonged in Versailles – the frame all carved, ornate gold.

My attention finally fell to the creature looking back at me from this magnificent mirror. Tousled, wet hair hung over my face, but unfortunately didn’t cover the flustered, slightly sweaty face below it. I was wearing a practical and very boring gray pant suit with a plain white shirt underneath. The collar of the jacket was sticking up on one side and there were faint damp patches at the armpits.

I almost felt offended on behalf of the mirror. It shouldn’t have to work with something as frumpy and bedraggled as me. I couldn’t let Ray see me like this again.

I shrugged out of the jacket and undid a couple of buttons on the shirt. There was no blow dryer that I could see so I grabbed one of the towels and set to drying my hair as best I could, giving my armpits a quick blast too to dry them out. With my hair out of the way, I retouched my mascara and lipgloss, picked up an expensive looking glass of perfume called *Surrender* (how fucking pretentious) and gave myself a couple of squirts, and – finally – I took off my erenköy escort heels and set them alongside my discarded jacket and purse. I did all this without once looking in that beautiful mirror – not wanting to dirty it with my sorry state. I took a deep breath before inspecting myself again.

I was actually pleasantly surprised by what I saw. My hair didn’t look nearly as bad as I had expected once I’d tied it back up – the rough method of drying had given it a curl that I rather liked. My face had lost most of the breathless ruddiness, and the combination of losing the jacket and loosening the shirt made me look less stern, more relaxed – playful even. I don’t quite know why, but even then – having only met him minutes before – I found myself desperately wanting Ray to not see me as the dull, uptight workaholic that most of the men in my life had long ago dismissed me as.

I left my belongings in a neat pile in the corner of that majestic room, and made my way, barefoot, back into the store and up the wide stairs to see what my personal stylist had picked out for me.

The upstairs of the boutique was more like a artist’s studio than a store. There were a few rails of clothes dotted around, but the room was wide and mostly empty. The lights were dimmed and a radio was playing what – to my ignorant ears – sounded like jazz.

Ray was positioning a large, white cheval mirror in the center of the room. Alongside the mirror was a clothes rail, hanging from which were the many items that Ray had picked for me. Set a little way back from the mirror was a plushy-looking chaise lounge.

He looked out from behind the mirror as I approached and smiled. He had a beautiful smile.

“Feeling better?” he asked.

I let out a big sigh and nodded, returning his smile as best I could.

“Would you like to see what I’ve got for you?”

“Sure,” I replied, taking a seat on the chaise lounge. It was as soft and comfortable as it looked. “Though I do have a question first.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Yes?” he asked.

“You don’t really know anything about me, and didn’t ask any of the sorts of questions I was expecting downstairs. How did you decide what to pick for me?”

“It’s my job,” he replied simply, but I guess he could tell from the look on my face that I wasn’t satisfied by this answer. “When you do this all the time, you get a *feel* for people. You learn to pick up on small things. Signals. Gestures. Small clues that help you get to the root of what a person is about.”

“And that’s enough to know what kind of clothes they like?”

“Most of the time, yes, strange as that may sound. You can tell a lot from the clothes a person wears.”

“I mean, I don’t really think too much about clothes.” I tried to keep the annoyance out of my voice but I was slightly irritated by his response. “I just wear what’s comfortable and practical in the office.”

“And that choice says something about you too.”

He had the most honest eyes I’ve ever seen in my life. I found myself instinctively disagreeing with him, but I couldn’t help but believe that he believed every word he spoke completely.

“So, what signals have you picked up from me?” I asked, looking over towards the clothes rail, not sure I really wanted to know. “I’m intrigued to see what I may have inadvertently given away.”

“Ah,” he said knowingly, raising a finger. “I couldn’t possibly give away the secrets of my method. It’s part of what makes me so good at this job.”

“Aw!” I pouted dramatically. “You’re no fun.”

He looked thoughtful at this and gave me a long, hard look.

“Alright, I’ll tell you one thing that I took from you to help decide. Just one, and only after I’ve shown you what I’ve picked.” He gestured towards the clothes hanging from the rail.

I figured this was the most I was going to get out of him.

“Fine,” I said, getting to my feet and moving over to stand alongside him. I was close enough to him to smell his cologne for the first time – a deep, smoky fragrance that suited him perfectly. He smelled divine.

“First, dresses.”

He showed me a number of cute and colorful dresses. I barely ever wore dresses but I had to admit, every single one of them was beautiful. They were absolutely NOT the sort of thing I wore, but they were the sort of thing I wish I wore.

“Do you like them?” he asked.

“Of course.”

“Could you see yourself wearing them?”

I didn’t want to offend him but he was just so earnest, I felt compelled to be honest with him.

“No.”

To my surprise, he nodded sagely and carried on.

Next he moved through a couple of coats and jackets, some shirts and skirts, and some accessories. He repeated his question and I gave a similar response. I loved them, everything was gorgeous but they were all the kinds of things that I would never even consider picking out for myself. I told him so but still he did not seem discouraged.

After several pairs of shoes that were also far ergani escort too beautiful for me, we reached the end of the rail and the underwear he had picked. For the first time, he seemed uncertain. Instead of taking the hangers off the rail himself, he gestured for me to take a look through the selection.

“I struggled with picking these the most,” he said as I started my inspection.

I could immediately see why his demeanor had changed.

Hanging from the rail were three sets of very intricate, very lacy, very *sexy* lingerie – a black set, a red set, and a white set. I ran the delicate material between my fingers and felt something stir in me. It had been years since I’d worn anything like this. I’d forgotten what it was like to feel sexy. As with all the other beautiful things Ray had picked for me, a voice inside was saying *this isn’t for you*, but looking at these sublime pieces – imagining how it would feel to wear them – brought out a different voice. A voice that simply said *fuck yes*.

I realized that Ray had been staring at me while I stood there, transfixed by this underwear, trying to gage my reaction.

“Sad,” said Ray.

“Excuse me?” I replied, as though snapping out of a trance.

“When you came into the store, I thought you looked sad.”

I didn’t really know how to respond to this.

On one hand, I felt slightly offended. Who was this man to make such an assumption based purely on the way I looked? Judging my whole life based on how I looked at one particular moment. Maybe I was pissed off at my slow cab driver and getting soaked in the street and that’s why I looked sad – had he considered that?

On the other hand, I felt embarrassed. Was I really that pitiful? Radiating sadness to complete strangers was a new low, even for me.

On the *third* hard, I was struck by how right he was, even if it was pretty presumptuous of him to say it. I felt sad.

It’s a pretty humbling moment when you discover that your carefully constructed facade of confidence and competence and togetherness – a work of many years – has been pierced so easily and immediately by a complete stranger.

I looked at Ray. I know I’ve mentioned them already but I can’t help but return to those eyes. In that moment, I was expecting to see pity there but that’s not what I found. They shone with compassion and understanding, but not pity. They looked past all my defenses and aloofness. They only saw *me*.

“Look,” he said. “I’ve got some things I need to do downstairs. Why don’t you take some time to try these things on?”

I nodded dumbly. He touched my arm.

“Constance. Try to focus on how these clothes make you *feel*. This mirror is here for you to look at the clothes but also to look at your *self*.”

“I understand,” I replied. I didn’t.

“I’m really glad Dominic asked me to do this with you tonight,” he said.

“Me too,” I replied, too quickly. “I mean, I just think this would have been a very different experience with Dom.”

Ray smiled at my clumsy attempt to cover my tracks.

“I think you’re right,” he said. “Dom and I have very different approaches to our work.”

“Well, they say that opposites attract. Ugh, sorry, I know that’s such a cliché.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, sounding genuinely confused.

“You and Dominic. You’re so different. Not just the way you work, but the way you are.”

Ray took a moment to realize what I was saying.

“I think you’ve misunderstood. Dominic is my business partner. Not my partner-partner.”

*Fuck.*

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I just… Because you. You’re so well dressed and the earring and…”

“You thought I was gay.” It wasn’t a question.

*Fuck fuck fuck.*

“No. I mean yes. Sorry.”

He broke out into a broad grin.

“Don’t be sorry. It isn’t the first time. I’m not offended. I’m not really into all that anyway.”

“All that? What do you mean?” I asked, relieved at his reaction but trying to move away from my apology as quickly as possible.

“I’ve dated men, I’ve dated women, I’ve dated people who don’t fall neatly into either category. Labels are labels. I’m more interested in people. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t judge others for labeling themselves. It just isn’t for me.”

“So, you and Dom have never…?” I left the sentence hanging, unfinished.

Without answering, Ray turned away and walked towards the stairs.

“Tonight is about you Constance. I’ll be back up in an hour to see how you’re getting on,” he said.

“Connie,” I called to his retreating back, making him stop and turn around.

“Sorry?”

“My friends call me Connie.” It was meant to sound cool but I felt foolish as soon as the words were out of my mouth.

He smiled that reassuring smile.

“I’m just downstairs if you need me, Connie.”

He disappeared down the stairs, leaving me alone with my mortification. My mind raced, trying to think of things I’d said over the past half hour and how ridiculous they might have sounded to Ray. How could I be such an idiot?

While the anal, obsessive me indulged in self-castigation over my thoughtlessness, another part of me – dormant for some time – murmured curiously in the background of my mind.

*Does that mean he’s single?*

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Cynthia smiled serenely at her wedding guests. She knew she made a lovely bride, in a new gown of pale green trimmed with three tiers of the best lace from Belgium. That knowledge was helping her cope with the overwhelming attention she was garnering as the bride of the most anticipated wedding of the season. There had been gratifying gasps of admiration when she had entered St. George’s church on Hanover Square that morning. Nothing but the most fashionable church in London would do for the Duke of Norland’s wedding, of course.

Looking over at her new husband through the throng of guests at the wedding banquet, Cynthia still felt slightly disbelieving that she had landed the most sought-after bachelor of the ton. Besides pleasing her parents to no end, their engagement had also made headlines in all the gossip rags and was the juiciest bit of on dit this season. Finally, the Duke of Norland was taking a wife!

At the moment, the man in question stood in a corner of the room with his two closest friends. They made up a trio of gentlemen known throughout society as simply “The Dukes”. It was rare for there to be one Duke of marriageable age in the ton at any one time, but for there to be three was practically unheard of in the long history of the British nobility.

Thus, the Dukes of Norland, Pembroke, and Stamford had titillated the dreams of matchmaking mamas and young debutantes for over a decade now. The fact that they were all handsome and rich made them practically gods in the eyes of the beau monde, and there was no question they were very aware of this.

They stood apart from the rest of the crowd, tall, broad-shouldered, dashing. Cynthia’s new husband, Jeremy Drayton, the Duke of Norland, was blonde and blue-eyed, like an Apollo turned mortal. He was the oldest of the three, and a very slight silvering at his temples could be discerned now, but this only made him more distinguished in the eyes of his admirers.

Pembroke was the next oldest at age 36, and he had dark hair, almost black, paired with soulful dark eyes. It was rumored he wrote poetry, and young ladies sighed constantly over his brooding, good looks, enhanced by his strong, lithe body.

Lastly, Stamford, rounded out their elite club. Although he was the youngest at 34, he was taller than even Norland by a few inches, and his massive, robust form was always clothed simply but elegantly, for a man of his size could never effect the frippery fashion of the dandies, nor could he even imitate the Corinthians. A coat with twelve capes would look ridiculous on his large frame. Despite his intimidating stature, he was the jolliest of their group. He was always smiling, his warm, brown eyes crinkling at the corners. He had brown hair as well, but of a rich, chestnut color and with a tendency to curl.

Selena, a young debutante of Cynthia’s acquaintance, sidled up to her. “My, my, The Dukes are certainly looking very fine today! I say, Duchess, I wish you would share your secrets with me! How did you ever catch him?” She giggled and sighed as she watched the three striking men, engrossed in a conversation. “I wonder what they’re talking about so earnestly and secretively in their corner?”

“Everything proper, of course. The Duke of Norland is a perfect gentleman,” Cynthia replied, in a dampening tone meant to discourage Selena’s gossipy tongue. But if she had had any idea of what her new husband was really saying at that moment, she would not have been so sure of her words.

*********

“Well, Norland, you’ve finally gotten yourself leg-shackled,” said Stamford, slapping his friend’s back with a large hand that felt like a hammer. Jeremy winced slightly, but he was well-used to Stamford’s over-exuberant gestures. His friend continued, “Not a bad match, I’d say. She’s a pretty little thing. Her dowry is nothing to sneeze at either.”

“Lady Lindley certainly had no other ambition for her daughter than a duke,” said Pembroke, with a sly smile. “And it wouldn’t have mattered which of us she landed for Miss Lindley. A most determined woman, with lofty goals for the wife of a Baronet. She pursued us all most assiduously and aggressively. I don’t envy you your new mother-in-law, Norland.”

Jeremy shrugged. “Our country estates are far enough apart to make frequent visits inconvenient. It will not be difficult to limit our time with Lady Lindley.”

He glanced behind him towards his bride, her young body lush and appealing in her new dress. Cynthia’s blonde hair waved becomingly around high cheekbones and long-lashed green eyes in a sweeping updo. Her coloring matched his own, and they had been dubbed “The Golden Couple” by all of society. They were both of long, noble lineages, and their riches would only be enhanced by this most advantageous marriage. “And I believe my new Duchess will do much in the marriage bed to make up for any deficiencies in her family.”

His friends followed his gaze and Stamford grinned. “She’s ripe for the plucking, ain’t she? Have you ergene escort had a little taste, Norland?”

“Certainly,” Jeremy scoffed. “I would never have proposed otherwise. I required a wife who would be biddable, pliant, and above all, very fuckable, and I needed to be sure of all three qualities before asking for her hand.”

Pembroke leaned forward. “Do tell, Norland. Did you take Miss Linley’s cherry already?”

Shaking his head, Jeremy said, “No, unfortunately, there has been little opportunity. Her mother was a zealous chaperone. However, I managed to steal the girl onto one of the more secluded paths in Vauxhall one night, and she melted in my arms as soon as I kissed her. She was panting and moaning by the time her mother found us, practically begging for it.” Norland smiled fondly at the memory. It was damnable that he hadn’t yet gotten a chance to repeat the experience, but at last, the wedding night was finally upon them. He had been half hard all day, thinking of the things he was going to do to his young, lovely, nubile wife.

She had been so responsive to that hot kiss, her body so soft and delicious. The decorous Miss Lindley had dropped all pretensions and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her round breasts into his questing hands. She had moaned like a whore when he had pinched her taut nipples through her dress and Norland had known then that he would propose to her. It was high time he took a wife anyway, and although Miss Lindley had been out for a few seasons and was, at age 20, somewhat in danger of being labeled a spinster, he had found in her everything he wanted in a wife. Much more to his taste than the bland, child-like debutantes.

He looked back at his two friends with a twinkle in his eye. “Don’t worry, lads. I’ll give you all the details at the club tomorrow. Or perhaps the day after, if my new bride is as insatiable as I hope.”

*********

Cynthia stood in her bedchamber, shivering slightly in the thin, revealing nightshift that her lady’s maid had clothed her in after her bath, a gift from the Duke with instructions to wear it tonight. The décolletage was so low her nipples were almost showing, and it clung to her curves in a scandalous way. After seeing herself in the mirror, she had turned away, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and excitement.

She was a little afraid of what would soon occur, despite the frequent replaying in her mind of that hot, forbidden kiss in Vauxhall Gardens several weeks ago. Every time she thought of that kiss, she felt swollen and achy and wet.

As she stared around her beautiful new chambers, Cynthia marveled at the sudden change in her situation, vaulted to the top of the peerage. Through her three seasons after her coming out, her mother had cautioned patience and steady perseverance in order to catch the Duke, and it had finally worked.

Unfortunately, her mother was not so forthright with advice on how to conduct herself in the marriage bed, and so a hundred possibilities ran through Cynthia’s mind now as she sipped a glass of champagne, thoughtfully laid out on a small table by the fire with a plate of strawberries. Lifting one ripe berry, she bit into it, the juice bursting sweetly in her mouth and running down her chin. She reached for a napkin, but stopped when she heard the Duke behind her.

“Leave it,” he ordered as he walked towards her from the adjoining door between their bedchambers. “I think I want to taste it on your skin.”

He was still in his wedding suit, and looked as immaculate and handsome as ever. Jeremy was hewn in straight, strong lines, a tailor’s dream. He was known to be a leader in fashion, much as Beau Brummel was in his day, sporting an elegant and masculine style that made the Pinks of the ton look ridiculous in comparison. His suit tonight highlighted his muscular shoulders and thighs, and as he stalked across the room, Cynthia felt a shiver of anticipation run up her spine. She had only seen that dark look of desire in his eyes once before, and her core tightened at seeing it again now.

Without ceremony, Jeremy caught her up in a crushing embrace, kissing her deeply and causing her head to spin. She was already feeling the effects of the champagne, and this kiss made her feel as if she had drunk a gallon of it. He licked the strawberry juice from her chin and delved his tongue into her mouth, kissing her for long, drugging minutes as they stood near the fire. Cynthia’s hands wandered from his shoulders to his chest, slipping under the lapels of his coat in order to caress the hard planes of his torso. One of his hands had landed in her hair and the other on her ass, and as he skillfully controlled the kiss, he kneaded her generous bum possessively.

When their lips finally parted, Cynthia found herself plastered against Jeremy’s strong body, clinging to him as she panted from desire. She could feel a wetness seeping onto her thighs and a heavy throbbing in her most secret place.

Jeremy ermenek escort smiled down at her, a sensual smile full of promise. “I now require you to undress me, wife.”

“Me, your Grace? But your valet–“

“I also require an obedient wife, Cynthia. One who does not question the whims of a Duke.” His voice had suddenly turned hard, and there was a dangerous note in it that sent a thrill through her.

She licked her lips and nodded, slowly reaching for his cravat with trembling fingers. “Yes, your Grace.” She was relieved to see his stern demeanor left as soon as she acquiesced.

He chuckled as she meticulously undid the intricate folds of the snowy, white cloth. “And I thought I told you to call me Jeremy in private.”

“Yes, J-Jeremy,” she stammered. Addressing a Duke by his first name, even if he was her husband, was not easy!

At his direction, Cynthia removed his cravat, coat, and shirt. As each article of clothing was removed, her heart beat faster. She slowly uncovered his muscled chest, as if carved from marble, and couldn’t help parting her lips in awe at his perfect form. The sight of his naked torso made her feel a deep and wondrous desire.

“Do you like what you see, wife?”

Cynthia nodded, loving the way he said “wife” in the deep timbre of his voice.

“Good. Now get on your knees and finish your task.”

Unwilling to disobey and incur any further possible displeasure from her husband, Cynthia quickly dropped to the carpet and suddenly faced a large bulge at the front of Jeremy’s trousers. She helped him remove his shoes and stockings, and then, her hands still unsteady, Cynthia reached for his falls.

After unbuttoning them, she couldn’t help letting out a gasp when his huge, hard cock was revealed. It was much bigger than she would have imagined and she felt a twinge of fear as she stared at it. She stripped him of his trousers and he stood before her, gloriously naked.

“Touch it,” her husband ordered from above. Cynthia tentatively reached out, as much in obedience as curiosity, encircling the large shaft with her right hand. Her thumb and forefinger barely met around his thick girth and she gulped, wondering just how it would fit inside her.

“Don’t be scared, wife. You’re going to be very good friends with my cock from now on.”

Still holding onto his member, caressing the warm, surprisingly smooth, velvety skin, she looked up at Jeremy questioningly.

“What do you mean, sir?”

Instead of answering, Jeremy smirked down at her. “I very much like you in this position, wife. Now, I want you to lick my cock.”

Cynthia widened her eyes in shock, but at the commanding stare of the Duke and a return of that stern glint in his eye, she obediently opened her mouth and stuck out her pink tongue, giving the head of his tool a quick lick. It was soft and smooth, and not at all unpleasant. In fact, the action sent a shiver of arousal through her.

“Keep going,” Jeremy said, his voice taking on a husky note. “Pretend you’re a child with a lolly and lick it all over. I want to see it shining.”

It was scandalous and inappropriate, but Cynthia knew she had to obey that dark, masterful tone. She ran her tongue from the base of his rod to the head, swirling around the mushroom-like tip. As she watched Jeremy’s eyes glitter with appreciation and lust, she felt more moisture seep onto her thighs and she squirmed on her knees. Deep inside her, a sensation was brewing, part heated pleasure, part unrelieved ache. Her breasts felt heavy and wanting, and her skin was electrified.

Entirely unbidden, a moan escaped her as she took his member into her mouth and gave it a suck.

“Fuck, yes, that’s it. Suck my cock, wife. God, I knew you’d be good at this.”

Cynthia moaned again at Jeremy’s words, a strange joy filling her at his compliment. It was wicked and base, what she was doing, but at the same time, she had promised to obey her husband, and he seemed to enjoy what she was doing. She had to admit that she was also deriving a great deal of enjoyment from seeing the powerful Duke in this intimate setting, providing him pleasure from this scandalous act.

“Stroke it with your hand, too. Use your other hand on my balls; you can squeeze them, but not too hard. Yes, go on, suck it harder now,” Jeremy was growling. He buried his fingers in her blonde locks and began to thrust lightly with his hips as he held her in an iron, unmoving grip, his member gently pushing against the back of her throat. Cynthia instinctively tried to back away, putting her hands on his thighs, but his hold was relentless. Her eyes watered as she looked up beseechingly at Jeremy, sucking hard at the same time as she struggled to stretch her jaw wider.

“You’re a good cocksucker, wife. I can’t wait to fuck your sweet pussy. Is it wet? Are you getting wet from sucking my cock?”

Cynthia moaned at his lewd words, closing her eyes as her pussy pulsed with desire, and suddenly, eryaman escort she felt Jeremy’s cock slide down her throat a few inches. Her eyes flew open again in surprise as he groaned and tightened his hold on her hair, the stinging pull making her pussy gush with another flood of wetness.

“Oh bloody hell, yes, swallow my cock. Fuck!” His jaw ticked as he gritted his teeth and stared down at her, his manhood thick and unyielding in her throat. At last, he pulled away and she gasped for air. But before she could fully catch her breath, he plunged back in. With a muffled grunt, she instinctively swallowed his rod down her throat again.

“My God, you were made to suck cock, Cynthia. I was going to wait until I fucked your pussy, but you’re going to make me cum now. Get ready, wife, I want you to swallow it all.”

Cynthia had no idea what he was talking about, but she gamely continued to lick and slurp and suck. Her hand twisted around the base of his cock as she fondled his balls, and she marveled at the way the soft orbs suddenly seemed to draw up and stiffen. Jeremy’s grunts and encouragements spurred her own desire on. She had never felt so swollen, so wet, so empty and wanting. She shifted on her knees, her nipples and cunt aching to be touched, and wondered if she was supposed to feel this way.

She watched, fascinated, as Jeremy unraveled before her, his hips jerking in erratic movements.

“Fucking hell!” he grunted, suddenly pushing down deep into her throat once more, shoving her head against his pelvis and keeping her there with her nose buried in the curly hairs at the base of his cock.

“Mmph!” Cynthia’s vision was blurry with tears, but she could still see Jeremy’s handsome face as he squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. Suddenly, a salty rush of fluid flowed across her tongue and down her gullet and she worked to swallow all of it around the girth filling her mouth, dutifully recalling Jeremy’s command to “swallow it all.”

After endless moments, she finally felt the last twitch of his cock and he withdrew halfway, keeping his shaft in her mouth as she breathed hard through her nose, gulping the copious amounts of his spend.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” he panted. “You’re a very good girl, Duchess. Now, clean me up.”

She drew her tongue all over his cock, cleaning up the last traces of his expulsion off of his heavy rod. His seed was salty and musky, and it wasn’t exactly pleasant, but tasting it made her feel even more naughty and scandalous. It was surprising to see Jeremy’s cock soften a little as she worked, and she fleetingly thought of the artwork and statues of the male form she had seen in museums, their insignificant and not at all frightening pricks a little less mystifying now.

“It’s getting smaller,” she said, looking up from her task. She still held his member in her hand, and she gave it a final lick.

Jeremy smirked as he pulled her up to standing. “Oh, don’t worry, Duchess. I’m sure you’ll bring it back to life again in very little time.” She was a little wobbly on her legs after so much time on her knees, but he held her securely in his strong arms as he bent to kiss her.

The kiss was hard and demanding, and she felt a renewed thrill of anticipation as he stroked into her mouth with his tongue. She suddenly found herself lifted and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing her hot core right onto his cock as her nightrail bunched around her waist. Jeremy was indeed hardening again to his previous state. His hands kneaded into her ass and she squirmed against him, humping her pussy against his thickening length. The friction felt so good that she moaned in disappointment at its loss when she felt herself being deposited on the bed.

The ache inside was overwhelming now, but she did not know how to ask for relief. Jeremy ran his hands up her legs, raising her silk nightgown to her waist as she wantonly spread her thighs in blind desire and lifted her hips. She wanted to be touched with an almost suffocating yearning.

Cynthia whimpered in relief when she felt Jeremy lean over her, grinding his cock into her needy pussy. He pulled the thin straps of her nightrail down, exposing her large breasts to his hands and mouth.

“Oh, yes!” she cried out when she felt his mouth on her nipple, sucking it and laving it with his tongue. It felt heavenly, as did his hand working her other breast just as expertly. He hummed in appreciation as she wriggled in pleasure, clasping his head to her breast, her fingers running through his thick, blonde locks.

Every time he stroked his tongue against her taut nipple, she felt a jolt of ecstasy run through her, straight from that aching tip to her dripping, throbbing pussy. Head pressed back into the soft mattress, Cynthia mewled and gasped as the pleasure rose up and up, creating a fiery urge inside her.

“Oh Jeremy!” she whimpered, the emptiness inside of her crying out to be filled. “Please!”

The unrelenting pleasurable torture continued as Jeremy moved to her other breast, giving it the same delicious treatment with his lips and tongue. Her pussy had slathered his cock in her juices by now, and she slicked herself up and down against its length, seeking relief from the drowning lust.

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Sleeping in bed with you, I roll over, draping my arm over you, my hand resting on your breasts, and that’s all it takes for my cock to get hard. Still can’t believe I’m in a relationship with someone as attractive as you. So smart, funny, beautiful and of course, sexy. You told me you always wanted to wake up with me between your thighs and this seems like a perfect opportunity to do just that. I start running my hand up and down your body nice and slow, you seem to be sleeping pretty deeply so I slowly get under the covers, doing my best not to wake you, spreading your legs, slipping between them and my face inches from your pussy, inhaling your scent, my mouth watering, desperate to taste you. You’re still sleeping soundly, as I start slowly kissing up your inner left thigh, towards your pussy before switching to your inner right thigh and doing the same, kissing even slower, deeper, getting to the edge of your pussy before stopping and switching again.

Kissing slower and deeper each time I switch, taking my time, your breathing getting heavy every second, moaning softly in your sleep every time I’m close to your pussy, your body aching to feel me, even in your dreams. Continuing this for about 10 or so minutes, having kissed up and down each thigh multiple times, I finally let my tongue circle your pussy, nice and slow, taking extra time near the top. My breath hot on your clit, working my way down, licking up any and all pussy juice accumulating there, dripping out of you from your body’s instinctual lust and desire. You taste so fucking good. Again, still never licking your actual pussy, just around it. Your moaning growing even heavier, still asleep though, you must be having a great dream.

After another 10 or so minutes of this, only tasting your juices that leak, drip and run down and out erbaa escort of your pussy, I can’t take it anymore and I finally let my tongue cross over and start licking your pussy. Starting from the bottom, up and down, up and down, before I start working on sucking down and swallowing every drop of the delicious nectar that is your pussy juice. These sudden sensations apparently enough to wake you, as you start running your fingers though my hair, grabbing a tight handful as you whimper and moan.

Focusing on your pussy again, I shift my attention to your clit, licking around it but not directly on it, nice and slow, circling it a few times before licking back down your pussy to savor the pooling juices there, returning to your clit, repeating this process until you can’t take it anymore, then finally sucking your clit into my mouth, simultaneously sliding a finger inside of you, straight to your gspot. Both sensations, after all of this teasing, overwhelming your mind and your body, arching your back, moaning loudly and gasping for air as the sensations hit you all at once.

Increasing the intensity and the pressure slowly, wrapping my free arm around your thigh, holding you in place, I bury my face between your thighs, licking and sucking your clit with reckless abandon as my finger presses your gspot relentlessly, I shift my free hand up to your breast, pinching your nipple tightly, all these sensations push you over the edge and you start to cum, moaning as I continue harder, more intensely, focused on making sure you cum hard as fuck on my face and in my mouth, I’m so desperate to taste you, to swallow every drop of your pussy juice. Your body arches, tensing up, legs trembling as your body is slowly saturated in the hot sensation of the most intense orgasms, multiple, you’ve ercis escort ever felt, you can’t help but scream and pull my hair, burying my face in your pussy, cumming for me, grinding against my face and mouth as you do. Your pussy taste so fucking good…

Your orgasm subsiding and breathing steadying, I lessen the intensity, licking your pussy slower and slower, up and down until I’m kissing your pussy softly all around. Satisfied, I rise up, with my cock out, ready to take what’s mine, to fill you full of fucking cum…

You offer little resistance as you lay there, body trembling while you recover. I waste no time slowly sliding my cock inside of you, just the tip at first, before pulling it back out. A slight moan escaping your lips before sliding my cock inside once more, slightly deeper this time before pulling out once more. Another soft moan slips out as I slide my cock back inside, deeper still. Your pussy feels so good squeezing my cock, it takes everything in me to pull out again.

My cock slick with your pussy juices, dripping precum, I can’t resist any longer. I press the tip of my cock inside of you as I run a hand up your body to your perfect tits, lightly pinching your nipple. Quickly, aggressively and without warning, I slide my cock all the way inside you all at once as my free hand rests just above your pussy, pressing my thumb into your clit as my cock thrusts deep inside of you. In that same moment, my other hand pinches your nipple firmly, twisting slightly.

All at once, your back arches and you moan my name as your sense are flooded with pleasure. Your pussy tightens around my cock, desperately trying to milk every drop of cum out of my body. Staying as deep inside of you as I can, I continue thumbing your clit and playing with your breasts, you’re erdek escort going to cum all over my cock and then, if you beg like a good girl, I’ll fill your pussy full of cum. You look so sexy writhing in pleasure, impaled on my throbbing cock. Your moaning making it very difficult to not cum right away.

My hand slides off your nipple, slowly up your breast, towards your shoulder before lovingly caressing your neck. Each time I feel your pussy squeeze me, my cock throbs, flexing inside of you, stretching you tighter each time. Your eyes rolling back as I slowly wrap my hand around your neck, my thumb and fingers on either side, gently applying pressure to your jugular veins, slowly applying more pressure, careful not to hurt you. The choking sensation pushing you over the edge as you start to cum, the tighter your pussy squeezes my cock, the tighter I squeeze your neck. Your back arching higher as your eyes roll further back in your head, your breathing slowing down as you cover my cock in pussy juice and your moaning reaches an apex.

It’s my turn to cum, releasing your neck as you finish cumming, gasping for air while your pussy convulses, squeezing tighter, desperate to keep me inside of you. Bring my hand down your body, gripping your hip tightly with one hand as I bring the other off your clit to grip your other hip, I command you to beg for my cum. I only have to say it once and you do exactly as your told. Begging and pleading for me to cum inside of you, begging for me to fill your pussy full of cum, your voice getting more desperate as your breath returns to you.

“Good girl”; I whisper, barely in time. My cock explodes inside of you, flooding your pussy full of cum, pushing you over the edge one last time as you cum with me, the warm sensations filling your body, euphoria washing over you. Catching my breath as I roll over and collapse next you, cum dripping out of your pussy as you lay your head on my chest and I wrap you up in my arms, kissing the top of your head. Holding each other tightly, we slowly drift back asleep…

For now…

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I woke up with the dawn just barely brightening the bay, the sun casting a long shadow of the bungalow across the slowly undulating surface of the ocean. I shifted slightly and realized I was alone in the bed, but not for long. I saw movement in the growing morning light and watched Liz step to the side of the bed, drop the robe she had on and slip under the covers with me. She snuggled up against me, pressing her nude body to mine and moving me so she could lay her head on my chest and wrap my arm around her shoulders.

“What were you doing?” I asked sleepily, having not gotten all that much sleep over night due to our nocturnal activities.

“Watching you sleep,” she whispered.

“Why?”

“Because you were so peaceful. It’s the first time I’ve seen you sleep like that. Usually you’re very restless all night.”

“You’ve been watching me sleep?”

She chuckled softly in the incredibly sexy little laugh of hers. “Hard to sleep through you rolling around and thrashing. You talk in your sleep too; did you know that?”

“I didn’t used to.”

“You do now. Well, last night you didn’t.” I rolled toward her enough to face her and wrap both arms around her. I pulled her to me and I kissed her softly, which she returned with equally gentle, loving passion. “What was that for?” she whispered as I broke the long gentle kiss.

“Just because.”

“Last night?”

“Yeah.”

“It was good sex, but why was last night different? We’ve had sex lots of nights now.”

“Because last night we didn’t have sex.”

“Yes we did.”

“No, we didn’t. Last night was the first time you and I made love. There was passion, there was gentleness, there was caring and love. Last night was much different than anything we’d done so far. It felt good.”

“It did, didn’t it?” she whispered with a smile. “I kinda felt like maybe there was some hope for me, for us. Just when I was starting to think about maybe I wasn’t something you’d throw away, I went and did something stupid with Eddie. I thought maybe I’d crossed that line with you again. But you didn’t shy away. You showed me that it bothered you, but you didn’t shy away. You made me feel like there was some hope. I’ve never let myself be hopeful, well, not in a lot of years. I gave it up a long time ago. But yesterday, I could feel it stir in me. Is there? Hope for us I mean?”

“I’ll admit. I was pretty put off by what you did with Eddie. I told you I wouldn’t judge you until after this was all over, but for a while last night, I thought you were going to end up in the dumpster with Donna. But then, after the way you felt to me last night? I think there is, as long as we can avoid more Eddie’s. I do have a question though. At the dance, you took off all your clothes. Why?”

“You didn’t like it?”

“We’re not talking about what I liked,” I whispered. “I’m asking why you did it.”

She thought for long seconds. “I took my top off to be playful. I wanted you to be able to see my tits. As I was dancing a saw a lot of guys enjoying the view. It made me all tingly inside, so I stopped fixing my dress, just to see what it felt like if it fell down accidently.”

“And?”

“God it turned me on so much. I felt like everyone could see my pussy leaking down my legs as I danced up there. But the funny thing was, I wasn’t really looking at them. I was looking at you. I wanted to turn you on and I wanted to walk over and have you take me, right there. Just bend me over one of the benches and take me right in front of everyone.”

“Was it me? Or just because I was a guy?” I asked quietly.

“To be honest, it was just you I wanted in me. It was your cock I wanted to feel, your cum I wanted pumping into me. It turned me on to dance for those other guys, but it was you I wanted to touch me.” I nodded quietly and kissed her nose. “Is it okay? That it turned me on dancing for them?”

“I told you. You do what feels good for you and we’ll worry about what I think later.”

“It is later, at least for me. Last night, I wanted you to, well, I wanted it to be alright with you. I wanted you to be as excited for me as being naked up there made me excited for you. I know now how much me having sex with other guys bothers you.”

“As far as I’m concerned, we don’t need to have sex with other people.”

“No. I want you to feel like you can. Have sex with other women I mean. I don’t want you to feel like just because I have feelings for you that all of a sudden you need to stop exploring. Hell, there are so many ways of having sex, so many places and methods and, well, you should be able to enjoy all of it.”

“Why?”

She looked at me for a long time. I could see her eyes look away and then force herself to look back at mine. It was as if she didn’t want to answer, but the longer I held her to me, the more she felt like she had to. “I’ve had sex with so many men. Almost all of them against my will. I was forced to do it, and I was forced to pretend I was enjoying it. After a while it was elbistan escort easier to just try and enjoy it than to pretend, so I did. I didn’t get to choose who or when or even how most of the time, but I learned to enjoy it, in a way at least. It was just sex. I mean, it wasn’t anything like when we’re having sex. When I have sex with you, you care about how I feel, you care about making it good for me. They didn’t. It was always me making it good for them. I don’t want you to feel like I used to. I don’t want you to feel like you have to make it good for me. Sometimes you should just have sex with someone because it might be fun and feel good for you, and I know, that any time we have sex, it’ll be more about me, to you, than about you. If you have sex with someone that you aren’t emotionally invested in, you can just let go and enjoy how it feels without worrying about how it feels for her.”

“Like all those guys did to you?”

She shrugged a little. “Yeah, sorta.”

I hugged her to me tightly for a few moments and then gave her a soft kiss. “I appreciate that you want me to be able to just have fun. But won’t it hurt your feelings? Like it hurts mine to see you having sex with another guy?”

“Not really. Sex, it doesn’t always have to be about making love. Sometimes it’s just for fun, like playing a game. It hurts you for me to have sex with another guy because you can’t separate the emotion from the act. To you, if he’s having sex with me, there’s an emotional attachment. I think it’s kinda nice to have a guy care that much about me. I don’t need to have sex with other guys. I’ve had my share of different guys, and to be honest, you do a really good job of keeping it interesting. So, you have sex with women you want to, just let me know if it becomes a problem where you get emotionally attached to someone else. I’m just starting to like feeling like maybe there’s a light at the end of this tunnel and I don’t want to get too focused on it if it’s going to fall apart.”

“And you expect it to?”

“Until last night? Yeah. Now? I’m beginning to wonder if maybe there is a chance. I like the idea. I like how it feels inside, looking at you, knowing that if I close my eyes, you’ll still be there.”

I kissed her again and then suggested we take a shower and go have breakfast. We didn’t bother making love in the shower, for both of us cuddling and touching and washing each other was enough. I dressed in the tiny little bikini underwear she wanted me to wear, and a pair of shorts. She picked a t-shirt for me to wear and then dressed herself, wearing a pair of tight little micro shorts and a satin tank top. She didn’t bother with either underwear or a bra, telling me that she wanted to tease me and she kinda liked the attention she got when she dressed like that. Since I’d told her to do what felt good to her, I couldn’t exactly argue. I’d either get used to it or, well, worry about it later.

We went to have breakfast, and as expected Liz drew quite a bit of attention in her shirt, her dark areola slightly visible through the thin, cream-colored material, and after a few minutes the obviousness of her hardened nipples. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that she really enjoyed the attention. Nancy was never quite that way. She tended to be much more reserved, saving showing her special parts for me only. But given what a lot of women those days wore, I suspect a lot of them loved the attention their attire brought them. I wondered if they got turned on like Liz and just didn’t admit it? As long as she wasn’t inviting them to touch, I guess it really wasn’t the worst thing, was it?

After breakfast we drove back to our bungalow, and I suggested we go for a walk on the beach. There were a number of clusters of the little over-water bungalows, each one consisting of four little bungalows on a common boardwalk. These were spaced out along the protected shoreline the reef created. Once we’d walked past that, the open ocean waves rolled onto the white sand shoreline we were walking in. Once we were past the protected bay, there was little along the shoreline to indicate that the island was even populated, except for a few little cabana-type shelters near or in the tree line. Liz convinced me to walk with her naked, and we took our clothes off and held them as we walked nude along the beach, hand in hand. I would have loved to do that with Nancy, but she would never have agreed. Much too public for her. I was almost surprised how comfortable it was with Liz.

We had walked almost down to the end of the island, the waves getting significantly higher since the island wasn’t protecting the shoreline nearly as much. Liz took my clothes and tossed them up onto the shore far enough the waves wouldn’t reach them, and then drew me out into the surf with her. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me to her, coaxing me to play with her butt while she kissed me. It wasn’t long before the two of us were lying at the edge of the elvankent escort surf, the waves washing around us while I lay on top of her, plunging my hardon in and out of her. She moaned and cried out loudly in pleasure as I pumped myself in and out rhythmically. She looked exquisitely beautiful, lying below me, the foamy waves washing around us, her hair, no longer neatly brushed, but wet and tangled by the waves. Her tits rolled and moved on her chest as I slapped our bodies together, driving into her with abandon. The surf even drowned out the sounds of the island wildlife as I pounded into her, pushing her toward what was going to be a massive climax.

“OH FUCK YES!” Liz screamed into the air as her climax started to wash over her with the same intensity as the waves. “GOD MICHAEL I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!” she cried as she arched her back and pushed her pussy toward me, her body stiffening as her orgasm overtook her entire body. I wondered if she was squirting, the way her body was jerking and shaking, but couldn’t really tell with the waves washing over our legs. What I knew was that her own orgasm was pushing mine over the edge as I continued to plunge into her with abandon.

“OH FUCK!” I grunted as my body jerked and jammed into her. I felt a surge of cum lance into her depths as my climax overtook me. She heard my grunt and reached for my neck, pulling me down against her. She let her arched back flatten to the sand, pulling me down onto her, aggressively kissing me as if it were the last kiss we would ever share. She held me, pulled me against her, her cheek against mine, her whole body shaking and trembling. It took me long seconds to realize that her climax had long since passed and the shaking I was feeling now was from her crying. I held her tightly, letting it pass, letting her emotions flow out of her. Slowly she stilled and we lay holding each other, neither of us saying anything for a long time. My cock had long since softened and slipped from her before she released my neck.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered just loud enough for me to hear over the surf.

“For what?”

“For crying on you.”

“Wanna tell me why?”

“Only you would ask such a stupid question,” she said with a shake of her head and a small smile.

“Why is it a stupid question?”

“Because, I was crying because of you. Because of how you make me feel cared for and loved and because you’re the only man that has ever treated me like this. I was crying because I have fallen so completely in love with you.”

“And that’s a reason to cry?”

“Can you think of a better reason?”

I just looked down at her and shook my head. No, I was never going to understand women. It didn’t matter. She pulled my face to hers again and kissed me softly this time.

“So, you two done playing bunny rabbit in the waves?” I heard from the tree line. I looked up and Liz did her best to crane her neck around to see who was there. I saw Allissa standing at the edge of the trees, topless, unsurprisingly, wearing nothing but an absolutely tiny thong-type string bikini bottom. “I thought we were going to meet after breakfast. When you didn’t show I figured you went for a walk or something.”

“Um. Yeah. I guess,” I mumbled, feeling a little embarrassed at being caught having fun in the surf.

“Alyssa? Cool. I thought we were going to meet you at the dock at nine?” Liz said as she pushed me until I rolled off of her, my shrunken dick now exposed, causing me to feel that embarrassment again.

“Uh huh. An hour ago.”

“Oh shit. I’m sorry,” Liz said, getting up and walking toward Alyssa. “It was my idea to go for a walk, I just didn’t think it was that late.”

“Well, I don’t mind spending my morning off after what you did for that poor woman. But I hadn’t planned on spending the whole day, not to mention they’re calling for rain early afternoon.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Liz said again. “Michael? You going to come or not?”

“You wanna bring me my shorts?” I asked hopefully.

Liz looked at me sideways and shook her head. “Lover, she’s already seen it, remember?” I sighed and pushed myself up, walking completely naked toward them.

“I have a cart up here,” Alyssa said, turning and heading into a little path through the trees. “And don’t worry. I’m not interested. I’m not into cocks!” she called over her shoulder.

I picked up my shorts and stepped into them before picking up the rest of our clothes. Liz started to put her shorts and top on while we were driving back, but Alyssa handed her a tiny little bikini instead. Liz put it on but it barely covered her important parts, and her big tits kept bouncing out of the tiny top. “Can you run a wave runner?” Alyssa asked over her shoulder as she raced down the little gravel road almost as fast as the little cart could travel.

“I suppose,” I answered.

“Good. How about you run the one with our gear on it and I’ll ride behind Liz.”

“Where are we headed?”

She twisted emek escort to look back at me with a crooked little grin. “A quiet little island where you won’t have to worry about that swim suit Liz kept trying to take off of you.”

We arrived back at the dock we had left the day before. She gave us each life jackets and then led us down the dock to where to wave runners were floating, tied off to the dock. They were both fairly large ones, not like the little things I’d seen on the lakes around our house. No, these were certainly big enough to sit three or four people. One had a large gear bag strapped to the rear portion of the seat. “You wanna drive?” she asked Liz.

“I never have,” Liz answered hesitantly.

“Trust me, nothing too it. Just climb on and I’ll get on behind you. Michael, you can take that one. Try not to lose our stuff, okay?”

“Um. Yeah. Sure,” I answered, hoping her irritation wore off before we went diving with her. I untied the wave runner and climbed on. It only took a moment for me to clip the shutoff to my life jacket and start the engine up. By then she was settled behind Liz, who was trying to start the engine. Alyssa reached around Liz and clipped the safety in place and then slid her hand down to Liz’s thigh. Liz got the craft started and Alyssa leaned against her to tell her where to steer.

I took off and followed them. While it took almost half an hour to reach the dive point in the deck boat, on the two wave runners we raced past the anchor buoy in only a few short minutes, and then Liz made a long curving turn to head out to sea. I followed, wondering how far we were going to run.

There was a light ocean swell, the long, rolling waves maybe two or three feet high. They seemed higher than that as we launched over the top of each one, the heavy wave runners slapping down on the downward slope of each wave. After the first dozen or so, it became fun, at least for me, and Liz picked up speed. I figured we had to be going at least forty or so miles an hour over the waves, bouncing and bounding over them. In the distance I could see a few palm trees and then as we grew closer, I realized there was indeed an island ahead of us. The other thing I noticed was that the waves were getting significantly taller, a few even having little whitecaps on the top. The closer we got to the little island the rougher the waves became, until we were running much slower, the waves breaking almost over the nose of the wave runners with each one we crested. I looked ahead and all I saw was rough water, but Liz suddenly angled off to one side of the rough water and after bounding over a few somewhat smaller waves, we found ourselves in the lee of the island on relatively calmer water.

I was following behind them by about a hundred feet or so, and slowed down as we approached the sandy beach she was headed for. They drove up slightly onto the sand and sat there. I wondered what they were doing, still sitting on the craft. I pulled in next to them, and then realized why they were still sitting there.

Liz had her life jacket unbuckled, her big soft tits sticking out the front as she leaned toward the handlebars. Her brightly colored bikini bottom was also missing, and Alyssa had one hand between Liz’s thighs.

“Oh fuck yes,” Liz moaned at something Alyssa said. Liz stood up and leaned forward over the handlebars, her bare ass pushing out toward Alyssa’s face. I sat there, only a couple feet from her, watching Alyssa push her face between Liz’s legs, licking her wet pussy and trying to stick her tongue between her lips. Liz worked the life jacket off, leaving her completely naked, standing over the seat and leaning over the handlebars, Alyssa’s tongue dipping and stroking between her obviously turned-on pussy lips. I guessed Alyssa had been playing with Liz’s pussy on the way out, which explained Alyssa’s comment before we left the beach. It wasn’t me she was looking at on the boat, it was Liz. I chuckled at myself for being so oblivious.

“I’ll get the gear off while you finish,” I said as I climbed off. It only took a few moments to unstrap the heavy plastic-coated bag and move it to the shore. I pulled off my life jacket and then stepped out of my shorts, my hard-on poking out as I watched Liz get her pussy licked. I was surprisingly more turned on than anything else. I guess my male mind didn’t see this as a threat, and so I didn’t mind. In fact, I found myself standing there, stroking my cock, wishing I could join in.

Liz moaned louder and bent over the handlebars further, her hips resting against them and her hands on the hood of the wave runner. She leaned over so far that her tits almost touched the plastic hood as Alyssa lifted and spread her legs, opening her pussy lips to her tongue even further. “OH MY GOD YES!” Liz cried out as her whole body began to tremble. She lowered her head until her forehead touched the hood, her whole body shaking as Alyssa assaulted her clit with her tongue.

“Oh god. Ohhhhh stop. Please stop,” Liz moaned, pushing herself up and pushing her ass back at Alyssa.

“If you insist,” Alyssa said, wiping Liz’s juices off her face with one hand. She slid back on the seat and swung her leg over to climb off as Liz pushed back and sat down heavily on the seat.

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