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Maya was mortified as she felt the light and familiar touch of Hawthorn’s hand on her inner thigh. She knew what the faery was asking for, and everything in her body screamed to go ahead and give Thorn the ‘O.K.’ But the other part of her, the one that was thankfully at the helm, was more concerned about her mom sitting across from the pair of them as they all sat down to dinner.

She pointedly squeezed her legs shut, feeling Hawthorn hesitate a moment before the hand was removed with a low grumble that only Maya could hear.

“You haven’t talked about that nasty Professor Jenkins tonight, mija. What happened with that test you told me about?” Maya’s mother asked as she tried not to jump. But Lupita was none the wiser, and Maya relaxed a bit as she toyed with the peas on her plate.

“He ended up giving me the point back, mama, it really wasn’t that big of a deal,” she laughed with no mirth, reaching up to rub the back of her neck a bit as she willed time to move faster.

Maya had been in college for three years already, but her mother insisted on continuing to micromanage everything about her life. And for the greater part of those three years, Maya had allowed the woman to do so. Lupita made her appointments, drove her to and from campus, went with her to orientations, even had Maya call her twice a day to update her on new notes from the classes she went to every day.

It was exhausting.

She could remember the first day she met Hawthorn. It was the beginning of the fall semester, and Maya was waving her mother off despite the woman’s hesitation. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?” Lupita had asked to which Maya had replied that it wouldn’t be necessary and that she’d call her mother in just a few short hours. Finally, the woman had left, and Maya nearly slammed her dorm room shut as she sighed deeply and brushed a hand through her hair. The fact that her mother let her stay in a dorm caddebostan escort at all was astounding, but somehow, Maya had convinced her it would be good for personal growth.

A knock on the door made her good mood vanish though, as she assumed it was her mother back for more.

“Mom, por favor, I’m alright—” but the being that greeted Maya was definitely not her mother. She was shorter than Maya, though not by much, and was dressed head-to-toe in black; black combat boots, black fishnets, a black skirt and shirt, black accessories, and a black wide-brimmed hat on her head, which was outlined by long, jet-black hair. The only thing that had color were her rainbow-shifting eyes, a tell-tale sign that this person was a faery. “Uh…you’re my new roommate, aren’t you?”

That the faery smiled a toothy grin rather than replying verbally should have told Maya just how trouble this little faery would get her into.

The hand was back on her thigh then, and Maya stiffened, hyper-aware of the warmth between her legs and the need for Hawthorn to reach lower.

“Ms. Alvarez, I promise, your daughter is underselling it!”

“Is she?” Lupita drew her lips into a tight line. Maya hated that face, it was the face her mother made when she wasn’t taking something seriously, and that always seemed to be the case with Hawthorn. Sure, her mom didn’t know they were dating, and Maya was more than okay keeping that part hidden, but it made things so much harder knowing Lupita had nothing but bad things to say about supernatural creatures. Maybe not faeries specifically, but it was enough for the woman to have a pretty severe distaste for the being Maya had grown to love.

“Oh yeah! Professor Jenkins never gives points back! And Maya didn’t beg or anything, she just laid out why she should get the points all professional-like, and Jenkins really didn’t have a choice but to give her the points. can escort It was pretty epic.”

Maya felt herself blush, and was thankful that the warmth on the face could be attributed to what Hawthorn was saying, rather than Hawthorn’s hand asking for permission to lower itself between Maya’s legs.

“Well, my daughter certainly does have a way with words,” Lupita smiled, her face a bit softer now as she listened to the faery wax poetic about Maya. But her eyes suddenly widened, and she gasped, moving quickly towards the kitchen. “I’m sorry girls, but I have to try and save dessert!”

“You certainly do,” Hawthorn’s voice was suddenly silk as she leaned her lips against Maya’s ear, sending a shiver down the human’s spine.

“D-do what?” Maya gulped, her legs opening ever so slightly.

“Have a way with words,” Hawthorn purred, her fingers dipping under Maya’s skirt to gingerly rub against her panties.

“Sometimes,” she breathed, letting her eyelashes flutter closed for just a moment at the feeling. She opened her legs even more. “This is n-not one of those t-times.” Maya could feel the gentle scrape of Hawthorn’s fingers against her panties, and she cast a glance to the kitchen, where her mother was still angrily chatting away to herself about the oven and burnt in Spanish. She gasped then, feeling Hawthorn’s fingers start to push the fabric aside to explore along her folds, which she could tell were already slick with want.

Hawthorn’s eyes spun their mesmerizing array of colors as they stared hungrily at Maya. She loved seeing the human turn into a mess at her touch, and she especially loved the idea that they could get caught at any moment along with it. She leaned the upper part of her body away from Maya’s face then, placing a lingering kiss against the human’s temple, and then sat back in her chair. Her hand remained though, and she glanced sideways, grinning wickedly. çanakkale escort “Don’t let her find out.”

With horrible timing, Lupita poked her head back into the dining room. “I’m so sorry chiquitas, just give me a few more moments.” Then she was back in the kitchen.

And then Hawthorn was playing against Maya’s wet opening, begging for entrance as she continued to side-eye the human. The rest of her face was serene though, it was impossible to tell what she was doing under the table.

Maya, on the other hand, was an open book. The feeling of Hawthorn slipping a digit into her accompanied by the idea of getting caught made her tingle and start to shiver. She could feel Hawthorn’s thumb too, lightly circling around her sensitive clit. Maya could feel her orgasm already building, her legs sprung wide open to offer Hawthorn the chance to really touch her.

Hawthorn took the opportunity, slipping a second digit easily in Maya, her thumb circling with more pressure. The faery could see just how much the human was enjoying being fingered, and she pumped her fingers faster as Maya opened her legs, giving the faery a much better angle that didn’t hurt her wrist.

Maya turned her head towards the kitchen again, trying not to pant as her climax built and built in the pit of her stomach. She opened her legs just a little wider, giving Hawthorn a chance to move her hand freely, and then she was gripping underside of the table, doing everything in her power not to utter more than the light moan that accidentally slid past her tongue, her orgasm rippling from the pit of her stomach outwards.

In one swift moment, she was sitting back upright, and Hawthorn’s hand had retreated as well. And not a second too soon, because Lupita was back then with rather charred looking pieces of…?

“Cake?” Maya asked her mother as she cleared her throat.

“Well…” Lupita looked defeated.

“I’d love some!” Hawthorn reached out for a slice.

Lupita and Maya both wore the same look of surprise, and both slipped into relief together as well. Hawthorn almost laughed at the similarity. Instead, she smiled, eating a huge piece of the burnt chocolate cake with a shit-eating grin.

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On a wet Wednesday afternoon

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Ass

On a wet Wednesday afternoon

Two strangers shelter from a rainstorm in a pub

He splashed across the gravel car park, catching every dip and puddle, and arrived at the pub entrance with soaking feet. They matched the rest of him. The sudden downpour had been violent. Jeans stuck to his legs and leather jacket dripping, his makeshift newspaper rain hat flopped around his head. He made his way to the bar where his bedraggled appearance raised a laugh from behind the counter.

“See you found the rain then,” was the barman’s smart comment as he polished glasses.

“Nothing gets past you.” The man looked around the old coaching inn. A vast room with exposed beams and a flagstone floor, as befitted a stopping off point on the old London to Oxford road. Wednesday lunchtime and the place was empty. “Was it your comedy patter that emptied the place, Charlie?”

“No, they all pissed off just before it pissed down. I was thinking of closing up early. It will be like this all afternoon.” They looked out of the window to see rain bouncing a foot high off the pavement. “What idiot would venture out in this?” Charlie grinned again.

“I don’t come here for the ambience. I’ll have a pint of Guinness, if you can shift yourself,” the man complained. The good-natured abuse started the first time he walked into the place and became the only way they could address each other. The man took the first quarter of his pint in two gulps and looked for a seat. He heard a crackle and noticed a small wood fire in the hearth. “You’ve lit the fire today?”

“You are pretty sharp yourself. It might be July, but tell that to the weather. Heat wave for four days and then this. Global warming. Blah, Blah.” Charlie was a skeptic, but even he had to concede it was all mucked up. “Besides, the lady was cold.”

The man looked at the semi-circle of high-backed chairs around the hearth and saw her. Or rather he saw a slender bare arm, one leg crossed over the other, a shapely foot bouncing in the air. Its metronome rhythm drew him towards the chairs.

“Mind if I take a seat to dry off?” he asked when he was behind the woman.

He wanted her to turn, and he liked what he saw when she did. She could have been forty or fifty. Some women were clever with makeup. She had black curly, shoulder length hair, dark eyes and a wide sensuous mouth. Her caramel coloring, either an excellent tan or the product of Latin heritage. She wore a single string of pearls and matching earrings. Her full skirted light cotton dress ended below the knee, but two open buttons at the top and bottom promised as much as they hid.

She dampened his obvious interest. “You certainly need to; you look like a drowned rat,” she laughed.

“I see you come from the same charm school as our barman friend.” A grunt from the bar told him Charlie could hear their every word in the empty pub.

He made a pretense of trying every chair in the semi-circle as he worked his way towards her. As he went through his shtick, she took him in. Forty something, not yet gone to seed, but probably due more to luck than a careful diet. He had dirty blonde shoulder length hair almost touching the collar of his leather jacket. She had him pegged as a self-employed builder and something else. His demeanor gave him away. He was a chancer.

He settled next to her with an exaggerated “Ah, just right.” He smiled, and she was caught unawares for a moment, then she rolled her eyes and went back to her glossy magazine.

He had laughing eyes. The kind of eyes her mother warned her about when she was a young girl dreamily watching a French singer on the TV. ‘He’s got bedroom eyes, you mean,’ her mum admonished. ‘It’s so easy for men like that. One smile and girls are taking their own knickers off. Then they never see him again.’

She wondered if that was the tale of her own missing father. She did not need the attention of Mister Laughing Eyes. She stared absent-mindedly at an advert showing a well-dressed, confident, middle-aged woman opening the door of a Mercedes sports car. A heavy Rolex watch adorned her wrist. She sighed. That was the problem with aspirational advertising. It made you unhappy with your lot. It set up expectations you should do better.

The man was pretending to study the form in the racing section of his soggy newspaper. A pencil produced from behind his ear told her he was a keen student of the turf. He tried to look at the paper, but his eyes were drawn hypnotically to her foot, tapping silently in midair. She wore tan-coloured tights and black patent sling back shoes, with a peep toe, from which two red nails called to him. They were not work shoes. Not that she worked. He had her pegged as a well-preserved housewife, with a husband who did something in the city, only half an hour away by fast train. Kids were probably away at boarding school and she had nothing better to do than coffee mornings and charity work. And perhaps a risqué afternoon in the pub, in her four-inch çankaya escort heeled bedroom shoes. Drawing unwanted attention from unsuitable men.

She crossed her legs towards him, displaying a lot of shapely calf and he gave up the pretence. “Can I help you?” she challenged.

He was embarrassed, but not apologetic. “I was just studying the form,” he said, waving his soggy newspaper.

Another eye roll dismissed his flimsy excuse. “You were studying the form all right.” Her smile told him she was not as displeased as she pretended to be. “Shouldn’t you be at work in the middle of the afternoon?” Her mild rebuke met its mark.

“I was on the way to the builder’s merchant when the downpour started. I’ll never get under the bridge. It will be a swimming pool down there by now.” He was put out. “Anyway, don’t you have a pie to bake or something? For when hubby gets home. Mrs….?”

She was not expecting his riposte and jumped to answer instead of rebuke him. “Err, Austin. I’m Mrs. Austin, Emma Austin,” she repeated to convince herself as much as him.

He gave her the eyes again. “Very wise, Mrs. Austin. You can’t be telling your real name to every strange man you meet in a pub.”

“I don’t make a habit of meeting strange men in a–“

He interrupted. “My name’s Elliott.” He held his hand out for her to shake.

She took it warily. “Elliott who?”

“George Elliott.” He winked at her. “You can’t be too careful, can you Mrs. Austin? Can I ask what Mr. Austin does for a living?”

She visibly puffed up before answering. “Crispin works for a prestigious international property agency. They find office space for banks and multinational firms. He’s doing very well.”

“I’m glad for you, Mrs. Austin. I think it’s remarkable how he’s overcome the handicap of having a name like Crispin.” His laugh was unkind.

“You are a vulgar man, Mr. Elliott. I don’t want to speak to you anymore.” She crossed her legs the other way and pulled her dress down so only her ankle and below was showing. It did not matter. He was still looking at her as if she were naked.

“You are right. I apologise, Mrs. Austin. I should have treated a fellow property professional with more respect.”

“Oh, you’ve got a few bedsits with tenants on benefits, then?” She could be nasty, too.

“Not exactly. But I have a property business that is rather unique. In fact, it might make a conversation starter for later at home, before he tucks into your pie.” He smiled again, letting her know he was fully aware of his double entendre. “Would you like to know what it is?” He leaned conspiratorially close.

She was expecting a whiff of plaster or turps and was surprised by his subtle, expensive cologne. Mr. Elliott was not what he seemed. She looked at him anew. His leather jacket was an expensive brand. His shoes were good and his shirt was a fancy designer number, with double buttons at the collar and French cuffs with links through them. He wore the comfortable clothes of his youth, just upgraded to his better spending power. He leaned close to her ear. “I promise it will surprise you, Mrs. Austin.”

She felt a knot in her stomach and her heart was beating faster. She was half expecting this chancer to kiss her, and she wasn’t backing away from it. She heard herself saying, “It takes a lot to surprise me, Mr. Elliott.” Why was she egging him on? The drink and the heat had robbed her of sensibility.

His lips were inches from her ear. He could smell the floral body lotion she’d applied that morning. “Mrs. Austin, I am a-“

“Do you folks want another drink before I close up this side and go to change a barrel?” The barman shouted from behind his taps.

“We’ll have the same again, thank you, Charlie,” said Mr. Elliott. He leaned closer so his lips were almost on her ear. The hairs rose on her arms. “I like Charlie, but I don’t want him earwigging this.” Then he sat back, waiting for their drinks to arrive.

She knew he’d hooked her. Appealing to her curiosity, then teasing her with the answer, and forcing her to have another drink with him to boot. She would have to keep her wits about her.

Charlie appeared with another Guinness and a gin and tonic on a tray. He collected their empties.

“I hope I can rely on your discretion, Charlie? My husband sometimes drinks in her. I would hate it to get back to him, I’ve been drinking with a strange man.”

“You can rely on Charlie, Mrs. Austin. Here’s a tenner for the drinks, and another for being such a charming host.” He put the two notes on the tray.

Charlie smiled. “You were never in here, either of you.” He walked away, chuckling to himself.

She pounced when he was out of earshot. “Okay, what do you do? I bet it’s illegal.”

He’d finished almost half a pint before he put his glass down and looked at her.

“My property business addresses a specific market.” He mugged looked around the empty bar but still took the excuse to move his chair çankırı escort closer until it was touching hers. “You’ve heard of Airbnb, no doubt?”

“Off course I have. We used it to book a villa in the Algarve in spring.”

“Well, I have a similar system, only I am booking accommodation for escorts.”

It took her a moment to parse the information. “You mean you are offering accommodation to prostitutes?” He nodded. “You are a whoremongerer. You are running a bawdy house, Mr. Elliott!”

“Keep your voice down Mrs. Austin! No one has used the term whoremongerer since your silly novels. But yes, I offer accommodation to ladies who sell sex. Although I have had the odd booking from gigolos.” He winked at her to make it even more salacious.

Her face felt like it was on fire, and her stomach was tied in knots. She took a large swig of her gin and tonic. ‘How many gins were in this?’ She knew the cause of her flush was what he’d admitted so brazenly. She’d come up against the rough side of life. It was shocking and exciting. “Shouldn’t you be checking none of your bitches are holding out on you, Mr. Elliott?”

He laughed. “You’ve been watching too many American detective shows Mrs. Austin. All the workers are self-employed these days. I merely provide a venue. My renters may come to town for the day, or the week, for all I know. I never actually meet them.”

“Then how do you get their money?” Her mind had moved on to the practicalities of the business.

“Just like Airbnb, the girls sign up, book online, and pay in advance. Most rooms rent for a day, it’s cheaper than for half a day as the girls change the bedding themselves. At the end of the booking, a maid tidies up and collects the laundry.”

“Some poor exploited wretch no doubt?”

“No, Stacey’s boy has special needs, so she can’t work days. Her mum looks after him while she cleans for me. Girl power.” His smile was ironic.

She would not concede he was a trailblazer for women’s independence. “But they work in hovels.”

“Why don’t you look for yourself?” He opened the booking app on his phone and offered it to her. She hesitated. She felt corrupted by taking it, and scanned quickly through pictures of simply decorated, clean and tidy, one bed hotel style rooms; as if speed would leave her less tainted.

“What about the neighbors? Don’t they complain about living next to a whorehouse?”

“Not really. I own the block. Or rather, two blocks. Sixteen rooms.” His phone beeped. “Oh, that one’s just booked. Sorry if you were interested.”

She huffed at him. “But you are facilitating the exploitation of these women.”

“Let me show you them and you can tell me.” He opened another app. “This is a popular one where the client’s book. It has nothing to do with me. They select their area and time and the app shows who’s available. Shall we see who is working in this area right now?”

“You mean they operate here?” Her chest tightened at the thought of carnality on her doorstep.

“You are such an innocent Mrs. Austin. There is no invisible chastity belt around Beaconsfield. They operate everywhere. Here you are.”

He handed her the phone again. Her hand trembled. She both dreaded and wished she’d come across someone she knew. Especially some of the snooty wives who helped in the local charity shops. Mostly what she saw were young, attractive women who to her mind did not need to do that for a living. There were a lot of Eastern Europeans, but also many locals, including women her age.

“Do all these women live around here?”

“Or a short cab ride away, if they are doing home visits. Or they may stay in a place like mine. Doing a couple of days in town before going on somewhere else. On tour if you like.” He smiled at her discomfort.

She sat back and gulped the rest of her drink. The powerful spirits, the heat of the fire, this man and his seedy conversation had all taken their toll. She realized her nipples were stiff, and she was moist. She crossed her legs uncomfortably, almost jumping when something sensitive pinched down below. She hoped Mr. Elliott had not noticed. He did not strike her as the sort of man who would be chivalrous. Why hadn’t she got herself out of this situation earlier? She stood up quickly. Her legs felt like pipe cleaners and almost gave way. He was up in a moment to catch her. He held her by the elbows, but his entire body seemed to be against hers. Her traitorous vagina responded to his embrace.

“Easy there, Mrs. Austin.” He sat her back down.

“It’s been interesting talking to you, Mr. Elliott, but I must be going.”

“I don’t think you’re in any condition to drive. You’ve had a lot to drink, and it’s still pouring down.”

He was right. It was still raining heavily. “Then I’ll get a cab. Charlie can phone me one.”

“You’ll be lucky. It’s the school run soon. Also, people who gave up waiting for the bus are trying as we speak. I would not feel right putting a woman who has overindulged çapa escort in a strange cab.” The last one overcame the objections she’d been listing. “It’s my duty to drive you home. When the rain slackens off. Now why don’t we finish our conversation?”

She thought about it. “Where is your car?”

He took a key fob out of his pocket and beeped it. The lights flashed on a silver Mercedes 4×4 parked across the way.

Her first thought was, ‘thank god it’s not a white van’. Then her second was, ‘I wanted one of those.’ If anything happened, his car was not inconspicuous. Plus, Charlie would have to say something to the police. A tenner would not buy an alibi for an axe murder.

“Okay then Mr. Elliott. As soon as it stops raining.” He leaned over to drop his keys on the table and she saw a gold Rolex on his wrist like the one in the magazine.

He noticed her interest. “Virtue has its own reward, Mrs. Austin. It’s part of a, his-and-hers set. It’s my wife’s birthday soon. I’m sure she’ll enjoy the surprise.”

“I’m not sure that makes up for your multitude of sins.”

“No, but it makes purgatory comfortable.”

She laughed, then frowned, because she liked him for all his faults.

“You know there are more dangerous things than what those girls do, Mrs. Austin?”

“Such as?”

“Such as meeting strange men in a country pub with no idea how the encounter might end.”

“I haven’t come out to pick up a man, Mr. Elliott. It’s all in your lurid imagination.” She crossed her arms indignantly, which plumped up her shapely cleavage. She saw what he was looking at and unfolded them.

“If a lady was so minded to look for the odd afternoon’s entertainment; she could do worse than rent a secure location and advertise to vetted clients.”

“Are you trying to procure me, Mr. Elliott?” Her mind was running ahead of her mouth. “What do you mean, vetted?”

“Just as the clients can leave reviews of their hostesses for others to see, so to the girls can leave a message about a punter for other escorts, to advise them of interests or kinks. You would not have to go in blindfolded. Unless you wanted to meet a man who enjoyed blindfolding women.” He laughed at his own joke.

The drink had broken her ability to self-censor. “But what would I have to do?”

Mr. Elliott leaned very close. “You’d have to suck his cock off course, and let him fuck you in as many positions as he can think of. Some of these men arrive loaded up with Viagra and a book full of sex fantasies they would never ask their wives to perform. And you’d have to dress up. But not everyone wants a tart. You’d make a great Belle de Jour.”

“Who?”

“You know the classic French film. A beautiful, bored French wife works a couple of afternoons a week in a brothel to escape her staid existence.”

“Yes, I do.” She was breathing heavily now. When he leaned over and kissed her, she put up no resistance. His tongue seemed to connect to all parts of her body at once. Her pussy was on fire. She was sure she’d leaked onto her dress.

He finally broke away. “Now we know what that feels like don’t we, Mrs. Austin?” She just nodded. “What men would love about you is how you look so prim and proper, but might be persuaded do the filthiest things.”

“What things, Mr. Elliott?” Her chest was tight.

“Like anal sex. Like pissing on them. Or sticking a big dildo up their arse.”

Her ears were burning. “Stop it, Mr. Elliott. I couldn’t do bum sex. Nothing has ever been up there.” Her mind was a tumble of images of her performing like a whore.

“No one does it from scratch. You could be trained to accept a finger, a banana, a cock, a butt plug.” His hand was on her thigh, sending electric shocks through her pussy.

“How do you know so much about filth, Mr. Elliott?”

“I’ve been approached by women who know what I do. Uncertain if they could do it for a living. I sometimes point them towards clients who like to train girls.”

“Does that work?”

“Some take to it like ducks to water. Some give up. Others end up marrying a client and they live happily ever after.”

“I don’t believe you. Who would marry a whore?”

“You’d be surprised how strong a relationship can be with no sexual secrets to hide.” She was lost in thought at that last comment. “Will you look at that? The rain is stopping. Shall we risk it, Mrs. Austin?”

He brought his car right up to the door of the pub. Charlie grinned and waved as they pulled away.

“This is a very comfortable car, Mr. Elliott.”

“Thank you. Why don’t you lie back and enjoy the ride?” He pushed a button on the dash and her leather seat reclined.

“What’s it doing to my back?”

“That’s the massage function.”

“It’s nice”

“Oh, my god. My pussy’s on fire.” Why couldn’t she just say her bum?

“Sorry. That’s the heated seat. No, wait a second. It’s not switched on.”

“You’re a bastard, Mr. Elliott.”

“Aren’t you glad you got to know me? We are taking a detour. The A road will be chocka at this time. He turned off the main road and soon they were in the countryside.

“Why are we in the country park?”

“Relax Mrs. Elliott. We’re just going to pull up here for a moment. The rain has kept the doggers away.”

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My Punishment, Our Pleasure

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Amateur

For you, my fellow Lit writer, always pushing my (former?) good girl boundaries….

I’m lying in your bed, naked, dozing while you take a shower and putter in the bathroom. It’s been a long day of hiking, and fresh air and I’m tired.

I wake to you standing next to the bed, erection hard against your belly. “Suck me.” You demand, wrapping a fist in my hair and pulling my head to your cock.

Obediently, I grasp your cock in one hand and tentatively slide my lips over the thick head, drawing you into my warm and wet mouth. Hearing your groan makes me instantly wet and I know you can feel the corresponding moan in my throat.

Licking, sucking, stroking, you grow even harder in my mouth, pushing deeper and deeper until I try to pull back, choking. Your hand at the back of my head holds me on you, releasing me only when I squirm, nails on your hips, twisting my body away from you.

Panting, I stare defiantly up at you, my light green eyes meeting your dark ones, expressing my anger at your treatment of me. No words, I know better than to speak my displeasure.

“Lie back, with your legs over the side of the bed.” You instruct me, your voice deep with lust. My unhappiness with you ignored, as I knew it would be. Your control over my actions is a given, the entire construction of our relationship. You demand, I give.

Rearranging myself under your watch, laying back on the soft mattress, legs primly together as I swing them over the edge of the bed, ankles entwined. A small burst of defiance, but one I’m willing to own. My thighs are soaking wet, slippery against each other, yet I refuse to let you win this early in the game. You’ll know soon enough how eager I truly am.

Fingers on your chin, you take in my appearance; long blonde hair strewn behind my head, across the sheets, arms above my head, green eyes flashing, face and chest flushed red with the desire I won’t express aloud.

“Spread your legs for me.” You watch as I struggle with your command, I know you can see the conflict on my face, I’ve never been able to hide my consternation with our play, even as I enjoy all of it.

Slowly, burhaniye escort I untangle my ankles, slide one leg to the side, then the other. Not far enough apart for you, so you step forward, between my legs, separating them further. Almost uncomfortably for me, but you are completely unconcerned.

“Do I have to tie your arms, or will you behave yourself today?” A reference to the previous evening, both of us stretched out before the fireplace, your mouth between my thighs, when I momentarily forgot myself and clutched your hair with my fingers as I came, over and over in your mouth.

“I’ll behave.” I concede, begrudgingly, knowing that I’m not following the script, deliberately leaving out your title of ‘sir’. Or, as I often tease, ‘boss’. Pushing you to your limits with my misbehavior is part of the game. I know you’ll be rougher with me as a result of my disobedience, using my body with less care, but it doesn’t matter to me, I crave the hardness of you inside of me too much to use caution.

Even now, I’m cumming under your gaze, my body arching involuntarily, moaning, as I struggle for control over the evidence of my desire.

Still, you watch, enjoying the display of me giving into the pleasure I feel, sprawled before you, knowing that you’ll give me, and yourself, much more soon.

“You are such a fucking slut. MY fucking slut. Cumming like that, I can smell you.” Your fingers trace a line down my stomach, further down, across my pubic bone to my slit. “How wet you are, my dear.”

Thrusting your finger inside of me, eyes locked on mine. I fight to keep my eyes on yours, to read your face, to anticipate what you have planned for me. But it’s too much, another finger joins the first, sliding in and out, and my eyes lose focus. My head tilts back, neck exposed. It’s impossible to meet your thrusts, my feet have no purchase, hanging on the side of the bed. I’m at your mercy, intentionally.

“Today, and today only, you get what you want.” You tell me, and I open my eyes, looking across the expanse of my skin to see your cock poised where your fingers had been. bursa escort “You’ve been such a good slut Beth, tell me how much you want this, and I’ll give you everything you need.”

I can’t. You know I can’t. Not with spoken words. I can tell you with my body how much I desire you. With the notes I send you. And yet you constantly want me to say the words aloud, knowing that I find it impossible. Pushing me, always finding my limits and pushing me beyond them.

Begging, I can beg. Please is my default. “Please?” I will beseech you, my eyes expressing everything that I feel. “Please, now, fuck me.” Those words I will say.

Abbreviated versions of what you want me to say. The full version you demand is impossible. I’ve never been able to say, “I want you to fuck me senseless, until I can’t breathe, until I can’t think.” I cannot. It’s admitting that what we do is truly something I want.

The good girl I continue to be, despite our play, can never fully admit to wanting a hard fuck. Not aloud. Would that make me burn? I don’t suppose so, I can’t know.

Eventually, you will accept my wordless pleas as enough, it happens this way every time. The game you play with me. Accepting that what I can offer is enough. Your cock won’t let you play as long as it would take to break me down.

This time, your cock between my full lips, teasing with a barely in, then out. I know full well now what my punishment will be, and I long for you to begin. You groan aloud, and I force myself to relax, knowing you won’t hold yourself in check much longer.

With one hard thrust, you bury yourself in me, as deep as my body allows. The length of you against my deepest point, the thickness of you making me stretch to accommodate you. My legs want to come up around you, to hold you inside of me, but you won’t allow me this.

Today is you fucking me, punishment for my disrespect last night. Not about my pleasure, although we both know I’m already there, have been there, will continue to cum, long after your cock leaves my body.

Thrusting hard, no tenderness, no lovemaking, no soft kisses on my mouth, bursa escort my breasts, my belly. You know how easily I wet, making your punishment not as much punishment, but pleasure. For both of us.

How quickly you learned my body, my sexuality, my cravings. Even now, fucking me, pounding me with your cock, I’m so slippery that you can’t chance withdrawing from inside of me, to tease me. Wet for you, your cock. None other.

My moans become gasps, then the unrelenting Oh’s as I cum against you. Over and over, clutching the sheet in my hands to stop myself from holding you. Me wanting the physical contact as you make me cum for you. You keep the distance, our only point of contact your cock inside of me.

Treating me only as a vessel for your cum. My punishment and yet, my sublime pleasure.

Gasping, your arms at my sides, head down, nearly touching my softness, you cum with a guttural moan. A loud, “FUUUUUCK.” Continuing your thrusts as long as possible, squeezing every single “Oh…..fuck…..oh,” from me.

And then you collapse next to me, on the bed, slowing your breathing, feeling me continue to writhe next to you until my body stops reacting with satisfaction.

“That was very nice, sir.” I mock you, grinning, as my finger strokes your jawline, down and around, up to your lips. Where you bite me.

“Nice? That’s all you have?” You turn your head to look at me, incredulous. Eyes open wide, mouth frowning.

“I’m just kidding. You should know that by now.” I tease. You are older, more literal and worldly; I’m ethereal, drifting around you, a whisper in your ear, a soft touch on your skin. “It was amazing, you know that. I’m still cumming.”

The words you want to hear, the words that fill you, your narcotic fix.

We both startle, then laugh, when your dog jumps on the bed, near your head. “It must be dinnertime.” You say to her, and playtime is over, both of us back to the reality of a hungry dog.

I watch you get up and throw a pair of shorts on over your skin, heading downstairs to feed your girl. Stretching, I decide to stay on the bed a bit longer, enjoying the feeling of you, as you felt inside of me. The imaginary weight of your cum inside of me, being absorbed by me.

Anxious for your return to me, because then you will wrap me in your arms, and we will entwine ourselves together until the birds begin to sing come morning.

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Chapter Six: Being Alone

It took a couple of months for things to die down completely. The first week Henry filled my texts and calls, blaming me for his apparent ‘demotion’ as he put it, as he was taken off his regular patrol and put somewhere else.

Then after I blocked him, he started to come by unannounced, never as far as coming inside or approaching me, but I always saw his car driving by my workplace or by a house I was trying to sell. It would always roll by or stay parked until I noticed, then speed off.

Alexander often asked if I wanted him to take care of it, but I knew it would die down. Henry was just mad, and this was his way of venting.

Finally, it took me storming over to his house to get things settled.

I told him it was over, and no matter how much ‘space’ he was going to give me or ‘attention’ he wanted to get, I wasn’t coming back to him.

It took a few more days to get through to him, but eventually, the stalking stopped. I hoped that he had found something new to fill his time. I hoped it wasn’t someone else as I didn’t want Henry to fool someone else with his pretense of being a nice guy and then turn on them the way he did with me.

The new cop on the stretch pulled me over just once when I was way above the speed limit. He gave me a warning and then apologized for what I went through with Henry. It seemed Henry had a reputation of going off on some of the younger officers.

“I am sorry, it’s just this open road and my foot seems to want to….” I started to say as he gave me the warning.

“Set your GPS to give you a chirp once you go over the speed limit,” the officer said, pointing at my GPS system. “It should slow you down.”

“I didn’t know it could do that,” I said.

“Sure, may I show you?” the young officer said.

“Absolutely,” I nodded.

The officer got in the passenger side and showed me how to set it up. Then he allowed me to speed off. Sure, enough, the loud chirp went off after going five miles per hour over the speed limit.

“Well, that’s annoying,” I said as he caught up to me as I parked.

“I set it to go off continuously until you go under,” he smiled.

“And you’re not going to tell me how to turn it back off?” I smiled.

“Nope, have a good day,” he smiled back at me.

“Rascal!” I shouted back at him.

It had worked. The annoying chirp got me to drop my speed everywhere I went. It was slowly bringing me used to doing the speed limit. This was a bonus as paying for speeding tickets was becoming a chore.

Things were good for me; finally, there were no problems from Henry, and Debra and Jimmy’s health problems were under control.

Mason had found a girlfriend, Debbie. He had brought her to see me a few weeks ago. She was lovely. The best thing about her was she kept him under wraps.

He hardly had an outburst the whole three days they were here. I couldn’t hug her hard enough and thank her. She truly knew how to calm him down.

That was the thing about a good relationship. One always countered the other. I wondered if I would ever be in a relationship like that again.

“Should get it tinted,” Alexander said one day as he drove with me to one of our new locations.

“I was thinking about it, since summer is coming,” I replied.

“I know a guy, he’s pretty good, and the price isn’t bad,” Alexander said.

“Absolutely,” I nodded.

I loved my job. It had always been the one thing I could count on to be stable. Even when things went haywire, I knew how to fix it.

“You’re kidding,” I said as Alexander showed me the guy.

“Nope,” Alexander said.

In the same strip mall was a small building with big signs that said tinting and other things.

“How did I not notice that?” I asked.

“You never needed it before,” Alexander smiled.

I nodded and couldn’t believe that I had wanted to get my car tinted for months and didn’t notice the building right in front of my workplace.

I drove my car over and went inside.

“Was wondering when you would come in,” a tall black man said.

“Me?” I smiled.

“No, the other white lady behind you,” the man smiled.

“Funny,” I smiled back at him.

“Andre,” the man said, holding out his hand.

“Alison,” I smiled back at him.

“So, full tint?” Andre asked.

“Yes, not too dark, I already get pulled over enough,” I stated.

“That beauty is meant to be driven fast,” Andre said as he came around the counter.

“I have the speeding tickets to attest to that,” I smiled as we went outside.

Andre walked around my car. “Rims?”

“Uh, don’t think so, just the tint,” I said as I followed bulancak escort him.

“Black on black would look good,” Andre said.

I thought about it and remembered another car like mine with full black rims and thought mine would look good that way.

“Tell you what let me show you,” Andre said.

I stood still and stared at my car as Andre went into the garage portion of his building. He came out rolling a tire with black rims.

“I got other designs, which you can pick from, just giving you an idea,” Andre said as he held the tire near my car.

I liked it. I didn’t just like it; I loved it. “You said other designs?” I asked.

“Yeah, come inside,” Andre smiled.

Andre went over many designs and sizes, and I picked out the one I liked.

“Now, how about that speeding?” Andre smiled.

“Someone set me up with that annoying chirp sound,” I shook my head as I thought about it.

Andre shook his head and made the sound. “Yes!” I shouted.

“Here, I got something for you,” Andre said as he went to the back and brought out a box. “Radar detection, really small, easy to hide and always accurate, hear the low beep, a cop is around,” he smiled.

“Are you trying to get a big sale out of me?” I smiled.

“Nope, this one is for free,” Andre smiled back.

“Nothing’s for free,” I smiled.

“Just keep smiling and I will accept that as payment,” Andre said.

I felt myself blushing. “Or you can do that, I accept that as well,” Andre smiled.

Again, I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. “Stop it,” I said, shaking my head.

“That too,” Andre smiled.

“Okay, enough,” I said, coughing and straightening my face.

We stared at each other for a few seconds before I started smiling again.

“Stop!” I yelled at him.

“Didn’t do anything that time,” Andre said.

“You were thinking it,” I said.

“Alison, if you knew what I was thinking you would slap me,” Andre said.

I opened my mouth in shock. “Andre! I am old enough to be your mother!”

“Age is just a number,” Andre nodded.

“So, that’s how you get the big sales huh? Flirt with all the female customers?” I asked. I found myself leaning on the counter, staring at him.

“Flirting? Me? Never!” Andre said, shaking his head.

“You’re doing it right now!” I said.

“Now?”

“Yes!”

“No!”

“Definitely, flirting,” I said.

“Okay, maybe a little,” Andre smiled as he pushed the small box over to me. “But it’s still free.”

“A lot and I will take it,” I nodded.

“I will let you know when the rims come in and do the tints and everything together,” Andre said.

“Sounds good,” I nodded. “Shall I leave my number?”

“No, I know where you work,” Andre nodded.

“How?” I started to ask but then realized where I was and shook my head. “Don’t answer that.”

“I will come by when it’s all here,” Andre smiled.

“Bye Andre,” I said as I turned to walk away.

“Hate that you’re leaving but love looking at you when you go,” Andre said.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing,” Andre said as I walked out the door.

It was easy to install the radar detector, and it even came with a clamp to hide under the seat. “Now only if I knew how to turn the damn chirp off,” I said as I sat in my car.

There was a knock on my window. I shook my head with a smile. “Looking for something else to sell me?”

Andre shook his head. “The right button,” he said, pointing to my dashboard. I followed his directions and turned the chirp to just one chirp after I went over the speed limit.

“Thank you,” I nodded.

“Anytime, now are you staying in my parking lot or you coming back inside for more talking?” Andre asked.

I shook my head and stared at him. “How old are you?” I asked.

“Turning forty, next month,” Andre said.

“My two oldest sons are three years younger than you,” I said, shaking my head.

“That’s good to know, but what has that got to do with you in my parking lot?” Andre smiled.

“You’re so bad,” I said, turning my car on.

“I take it you’re not coming back inside,” Andre smiled as he stood up.

“No, I am not,” I smiled back at him.

I had the same smile as I walked back into my office and sat down.

“Wow!” Kelly said as she looked over at me.

“What?” I replied.

“Alex, come here for a second,” Kelly yelled.

Alexander, who was hardly ever in the office, walked over and looked over at me. “Well, that’s new.”

“What?” I asked.

“You’re smiling,” Kelly nodded.

“Glowing more like,” Alexander said as the two stared at me.

“I smile,” I said as I brushed bulanık escort my hair, it was windy outside.

“And brushing the hair,” Alexander stated as he sat on Kelly’s desk.

“She hardly ever brushes her hair, even on the windy days,” Kelly said, shaking her head.

“It’s very windy outside,” I said.

“Still smiling too,” Alexander added.

“Enough,” I said, putting the brush down.

“She’s trying to be serious with a smile on her face,” Kelly said. “Who is he?”

“No one,” I said, shaking my head.

“I have known you for years and never seen that smile on your face, except when Mason didn’t have to go to jail for hitting that guy,” Alexander said. “Spill it.”

I sighed and shook my head. “It’s nothing, it was just funny,” I shrugged.

“It?” Kelly asked.

“Andre and I had a little back and forth talk and it was funny, I haven’t laughed like that in a while,” I shrugged.

“Andre, huh?” Alexander nodded.

“Isn’t he the tint guy?” Kelly asked.

“Well, he does more than tints,” I added.

“Like making you laugh,” Alexander smiled.

“Yes, I mean he was funny,” I said. “It’s what he does to make sales.”

“Didn’t make me laugh,” Kelly said.

“Me either,” Alexander said.

I started smiling again as I remembered more of the conversation. “It looks good on you,” Alexander said as he walked back to his office.

“Real good,” Kelly smiled.

For the rest of the day, I had a smile on my face.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Henry made you laugh,” Sabrina said as I met her for lunch later.

“He made me laugh, not smile,” I added. “I can’t stop.”

“I can see that,” Sabrina smiled. “What did he say?”

“It wasn’t what he said, it’s how he said it, and the looks and the smile, and oh, he so good at flirting, but not pushing it over to the creepy side,” I said, shaking my head.

“Like?” Sabrina asked.

“He said if I knew what he was thinking I would slap him,” I said.

“Wow,” Sabrina blushed. “That’s a lot of things and nothing.”

“Exactly!” I smiled. “Then he said this thing about hating to see me go and loving to watch me leave or something like that?”

“Your ass,” another lady at the other table said. “He meant he was staring at your ass.”

I almost spilt my drink. I had never heard it put like that. “Sorry, just overheard your conversation, but that’s what he meant.”

“Thank you,” Sabrina nodded.

We both started talking more quietly after that, but to say I was flustered was a small word for how I felt.

I walked back into Andre’s place and saw a young woman at the counter.

I waited in line as Andre took payment, then wished her a good day, no flirting, no pickup line, nothing.

As the lady left and Andre looked up at me, he smiled. “No,” he said.

“No, what?” I asked as I walked toward the counter.

“You can’t have my number,” Andre said.

I was floored again. A smile broke my face, and I had sat in my car for a good twenty minutes thinking about all the things I went through in the past year to make myself feel aggravated.

I took a deep breath and straightened my face.

“Oh no, we are going to be serious now,” Andre said as he followed suit and took a deep breath. “Yes ma’am, how can I help you today?”

I busted into laughter. “Stop!” I said, shaking my head. “You’re so bad at that.”

“I don’t know what you mean ma’am, how can I assist you today?” Andre said, still holding a straight face.

“Andre! Stop it,” I said as I stared at him. “I am older than you and I say stop.”

Andre shrugged and smiled. “The customer is always right,” he smiled.

“I came to ask you something and I want a serious answer,” I said.

“Back to serious, okay,” Andre said as he put his serious face back on.

“Were you checking out my ass?” I asked.

“Yes,” Andre answered. “Well, which time exactly?”

“There’s been more than one time?” I asked, stunned.

“Well, you do work right there,” Andre said as he motioned out the window on the left. Outside I could see my office.

“You’ve been stalking me?” I laughed.

“Stalking, admiring, whichever,” Andre shrugged.

“Kelly’s much more attractive and she’s closer to your age,” I said, but deep down, I found it alluring that such a handsome young man was admiring me.

“Honest?” Andre asked.

“Totally,” I nodded.

“You’re much more attractive than she is, plus,” Andre said as he leaned forward over the counter and stared behind me. “She doesn’t have that,” he said.

“Andre!” I said, pushing him back behind the counter and staring behind me. We were the only burdur escort ones in the small building.

“You told me to be honest,” Andre shrugged.

“How old am I?” I asked.

“Don’t care,” Andre shrugged.

“Fifty-two,” I replied.

“Nope, still don’t care,” Andre shrugged again.

I couldn’t believe it. I was flirting back with him. I was even considering giving him my number.

“Here,” Andre said. “That is my card, and that’s my cell phone number on the back, if you want you can call or text me.”

I took it and held it in my hand. “You’re welcome,” Andre said.

“For what?” I stared up at him.

“Don’t know yet, but when the time comes, you will know,” Andre said.

“So bad!” I said as I turned to walk away. “Stop it!” I yelled back without looking back at him.

“Can’t help it, it keeps going side to side, side to side,” Andre said.

I quickly sped up and closed the door behind me.

I had never felt like this, not with Benjamin, Henry, or others. I was breathing heavily, and my hands felt sweaty.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Mom!” Sheila said as she snapped her fingers in front of me.

“Sorry,” I said, coming back to reality.

Sheila had come by the house to tell me about her new apartment. I remembered she was saying it was closer to her new job and the college, but after that, I blanked out.

“What were you thinking about?” Sheila asked.

“I can’t tell you,” I said as I got up and started making dinner.

“You told me about your ex-boyfriend that used you as a cum dumpster, you can tell me anything,” Sheila said.

“I hate that description,” I said, shaking my head.

“It fits,” Sheila shrugged as she started to help me.

I told her about Andre, how he flirted with me, and how I felt about it.

“Back on the horse huh?” Sheila smiled.

“No, it’s not like that,” I shook my head.

I had planned on being single for a long time, and I intended to stick to it.

“Mom,” Sheila said.

“He’s too young and, well, he’s very young,” I said as I continued to make dinner.

“Mom!” Sheila said again.

“And he’s not my type, I have never gone outside of my ethnicity, not saying I am racist, but,” I said.

“Mom!” Sheila said.

“The age difference alone, but he is so funny, and the way he talks,” I said.

“Mom!” Sheila said as she reached over and shook my hand.

“What?” I asked.

“You poured flour into the dish, when it’s supposed to be salt, unless you’re putting lasagna into that pan and not that one, you’re messing it up and last time I checked ketchup isn’t pasta sauce,” Sheila said as she pointed out everything I had messed up.

“What the hell!” I said as I looked at everything.

“I’ll order pizza,” Sheila smiled. “You should call your boy toy!”

“He’s not my boy toy!” I yelled back at her.

“Uh-huh,” Sheila said. “Don’t drink your wine, it’s olive oil!”

I looked at the glass in my hand, and sure enough, the olive oil bottle was near to me, and the wine bottle was still in its place near the fridge.

“Call him!” Sheila smiled.

After, we had dinner and a few wines. I promised Sheila I would stop by her apartment tomorrow. I was left alone in the house, and for a while, I just stared at the card Andre had given me.

“Just a text,” I shrugged. “Simple text.”

‘Hi,’ I sent.

“There’s it’s done,” I said as I felt better.

‘About time, was wondering if you were going to give me the cold shoulder,’ Andre sent back.

‘How did you know it was me,’ I replied.

‘I don’t give out my personal number to everyone,’ Andre replied.

We went back and forth for most of the night. Finally, I called him. I had to know what about me he found interesting. Andre floored me by saying he found me alluring and attractive as well as mysterious. Plus, he had to comment on my chest and my ample ass.

“How about I take you out for lunch tomorrow?” Andre asked just before I was about to hang up for the night.

“How about we go to lunch together tomorrow and pay our own ways?” I asked.

“Sounds good,” Andre replied.

I hung up, and my thoughts started to linger. Was I jumping from one bad relationship to another? Was I that desperate for a relationship?

‘Smile, we are going to have fun,’ Andre sent a text.

‘Night!’ I sent back with a smile.

I tried to get some sleep, but my mind lingered. I had heard everything about dating a black male and wondered if any of it was true.

Before I knew it, I was thinking of sex with Andre. He was much taller than both Henry and Benjamin. He had a much better physique as well. I imagined that large muscular arms around me, squeezing me.

Then it just happened. I reached for my newest toy and started using it, imagining it was Andre on top of me fucking me hard, fast and deep.

I brought myself to two orgasms before turning around and going to sleep.

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Her ecstasy in Shibari

(Story 5 in the Trucker series.)

Suzie’s series features long haul truckers Dave and Jack. It might help set the scene if you read the earlier stories though this one will stand alone.

When I awoke it took time to recognize my surroundings. Flashes of last night’s activities returned when I realized that I was in the shearer’s cottage adjacent to the shed where Jack had introduced me to the wonders of the Japanese rope bondage called Shibari.

My pussy was sore. Angry red blotches on my tits and belly reminded me of the burning hot wax he had dribbled there. Peeling back the bed covers, I also found raised welts on my hips, a reminder of the thrashing I received with a coiled rope. A cold cup of tea sat on the bedside table.

Despite the marks, I felt no real pain. To the contrary, I felt vibrant and alive.

Just as I rolled out of bed to attend to my morning ablutions, Trish opened the door.

“Morning sleepy head,” she laughed. “Welcome to the land of the living. You’ve been asleep for fourteen hours.”

“Hell, Dave will be angry with me. Why didn’t he wake me? He’ll be late.” Dave was one of the most reliable contractors in the long-haul fleet. He prided himself on keeping to schedule, no matter what.

“Don’t worry about Dave. He and Jack pulled out hours ago. You’re stuck with me for a few days, girl.”

Spotting the marks on my naked body, she giggled.

“We did a good job on you didn’t we Suze? Go and have a shower while I find some lotion to put on those burns and welts.”

So Dave left me behind without even asking! Warm water from the tiny shower in the shearer’s quarters soothed my damaged skin and when I emerged, still dripping wet, I found Trish waiting for me with a large fluffy towel in each hand. She placed one across the bed and positioned me on it, patting me dry with the second. The soothing touch of her hands across my back, spreading lotion over my bruised torso, had me dozing off again but when she rolled me over and started on my front, I was soon wide awake. Starting on the wax burns covering my breasts, Trish teased the nipples before working her way downwards.

“To think that I had half my forearm in here last might,” she mused while working lotion into my upper thighs and across my pussy lips. “I didn’t think my hand would fit.”

I sighed. “Actually your hand felt great Trish. It was nothing like my first fisting, when Dave forced his hand in there. It hurt like hell! Even though I was screaming for him to stop, he just kept pushing.”

“If it hurt that bad, why didn’t you use your safe word?”

“Never thought about it at the time. I was more worried that he would split me open and I was surprised afterwards that there was no torn skin and no blood. Who’d have thought we girls could stretch that far.”

“I’m never going to let anyone do that to me. I struggle to take Jack’s big dick so trying to get a hand inside is just not going to happen. Dave always tells me he loves how tight I am every time we get together.”

“Mmmm,” I murmured as she worked the slippery, soothing lotion inside me. Her attention had definitely stopped being just therapeutic. This was foreplay and I was loving it. While her fingers gently pumped into my pussy, her other hand squeezed and kneaded my breasts, alternating from one to the other. She leaned forward to kiss me and slowly brought me to one of the longest and most satisfying orgasms of my life.

Trish remained fully dressed and lay close beside me, her fingers fluttering over my pussy lips, sending sensuous little aftershocks through my body.

“Oh my lord Girl,” I breathed. “You can do that to me any time. I had no idea you went both ways.”

“Never had any interest in girls until last night,” Trish said thoughtfully. “But when I finally pulled my arm out of your twat I realized that I was as randy as a buck goat in a herd of does in season. My pussy was dripping wet. You wouldn’t believe what I did to Dave after we left you.”

“I’m not sure I want to know,” I giggled. “But tell me, how often does Jack tie you up? He seemed very relaxed and experienced.”

“Last night was a night of surprises for me,” she said earnestly. “Jack never mentioned that he has this talent for tying up women and he’s certainly never tried to restrain me in any way — other that with his arms and legs I mean! Apparently he belongs to some sort of club where they practice their ties and there seems to be an endless supply of very enthusiastic girls just begging to be tied up.”

“I freaked out at times last night, particularly when I couldn’t speak or see. I realized at that point what it’s like to give another person complete control. It’s scary in a way, but once you accept it, it’s also quite liberating. And very fucking emotional. I cried like a baby when Jack brought me down and started to make love to me. I would have done anything for him at that moment. It’s strange isn’t it, how a big brute of a man like Jack can also be so gentle.”

“I see four guys regularly and they all know about each other. Rarely bornova escort do I see more than one at a time, so last night was pretty special for me too. Of all my guys though, Jack can be the most gentle — but he can also be very rough and demanding. With Jack, I never know what I’m going to get.”

“Are you going to let him tie you now?”

“I don’t know Suze. I could never take the punishment you endured last night. I’m not going to allow anyone to stretch out my pussy either. I like it when I can grip a cock with my kegel muscles to drag my guy to orgasm. I like them to tell me how tight I am down there. As for being restrained in rope – I think it might be interesting to try it, but with limits on the pain aspect. I’m so much smaller than you are Suze and forgive me for saying so, I’m probably a bit more athletic and fitter. It might be nice to be trussed up or stretched out with ropes, but I’ll need a guarantee that my pussy and ass are off limits and that nobody is going to try to beat me with whips, ropes or sticks. I’m not into pain.”

“Let’s talk to the boys about it when they come through town in a few days, shall we?”

We left the shearer’s quarters and made our way back to Trish’s house in town, where we had the chance to get to know each other. We were both brought up as country girls, but I finished up in a large country town with all modern conveniences while Trish stayed in her little home town which boasted little more than a pub, a road house and a couple of general stores. We shared a lot of childhood stories and though we were friendly, there were no further sexual encounters between us before Jack arrived late one afternoon with plans to stay with Trish overnight.

I discovered that Trish worked at the roadhouse, which gave her the opportunity to select her trucker friends without seeming to be pushy.

We were sharing a coffee after dinner when I decided to ask the question that had been eating away at me for the past two days.

“Jack, why have you never mentioned your interest in Shibari to Trish and why have you not tried to convince her to submit to your rope?”

He looked thoughtful before answering in his deep, melodic voice.

“Very few people know. I don’t broadcast it because there are some who view this interest as a weird fetish. They don’t understand. Your own experience a few days ago will have convinced you that when you let somebody take complete control of your body, it becomes a very emotional journey and it’s different for every person who allows themselves to be tied. Trish has become a very special friend. I know we’re not exclusive, but we do share a special bond and I did not want to run the risk of ruining our friendship by trying to lead her somewhere she did not want to go, so we’ve never even talked about it.”

Trish watched our exchange with interest.

“Trish and I talked about it after you left,” I continued. “Although she says she’s not very keen on being tied, she agreed with me yesterday that she would consider it providing you met some iron-clad guarantees.”

Jack laughed at me. “I think I can guess most of them. At the top of her list is a total ban on the possibility of being fisted. She has the tightest pussy I know and is proud of it. How is my guesswork so far?”

Trish and I laughed back.

“Right on Jack! That was the first thing she talked about. By the way, mine has shrunk back to normal again in case you’re interested.”

“SUZIE!” shrieked Trish. “Too much information. Besides, Jack’s mine tonight.”

I pressed on undaunted. “So Jack, what other things will Trish not want?”

“Ahh well, she’s a softy at heart. I doubt that she’ll get off on pain in the way that you do. That’s the thing about rope though girls, you don’t have to suffer agonizing pain. You need to set boundaries before you start so the bunny has complete confidence when she concedes control to her rope master. Without that trust, the experience will not be good for either party.”

Thinking back, I remembered that he had used the word “trust” several times when he tied me. Did he abuse that trust? I don’t think so, though if he had told me beforehand exactly what he intended to do to me I would probably have objected. I think it was Jack’s ability to read my response and push me well beyond my normal limits that made my experience so special.

“Why don’t we head over to the shed and let me show both of you what’s possible. And Trish, I promise you will not be penetrated in any way, nor will you be struck with anything. You’ve got the body of a gymnast, so you’ll probably enjoy it.”

Jack gathered his duffle bag from his truck and with some reluctance on Trish’s part, we headed to the shed again in Trish’s battered truck. The large bamboo pole still hung from the rafters. I noticed a couple of thinner poles lying on the floor I had failed to notice earlier.

“You first,” said Jack pointing in my direction. Trish gasped, watching him gather me to him and kissing me forcefully. Never relinquishing our kiss, he took my hands, placing them behind my head and wordlessly bostancı escort encouraging me to intertwine my fingers.

Working quickly, Jack extracted coils of rope from his duffle bag and laced my upper torso in a tight harness, leaving my arms free but separating my tits nicely. Looking down, I could see my nipples standing proudly at attention. Leaving me standing, he gathered up one of the smaller bamboo poles from the floor and standing behind me, fixed it to my harness. Using fresh coils of rope, he laced my arms to the pole until I looked as though I was suspended on a crucifix.

Still standing behind me, he used his knees to buckle my legs and gently lowered me to a sitting position.

“You won’t be needing these.” He sniggered as he pulled down my panties and threw them aside. “And you are so over-dressed!”

“You didn’t ask me to take anything off, Jack,” I complained.

“No I didn’t,” he admitted, turning to me with a pair of safety shears in hand. “But it’s all coming off anyway.”

By the time I realized what he was doing, he had already cut away most of my favourite summer dress and sliced my bra straps. Totally ignoring my objections, he cut away every remnant of my clothing and threw the pieces aside until I was stark naked in my rope prison.

Calling Trish over, he asked for her help.

“Kiss her Trish.” He commanded, “and suck on her tits. She has very sensitive nipples.”

“Jaaaack” she grizzled. “I’m not sure I want to go there.”

“I didn’t ask you girl. Just do it!”

She did as she was told and let me tell you, Trish is one hell of a good kisser! Meanwhile, Jack took my ankles, one at a time, folding them into my thighs and tying them tightly. I tried to preserve some essence of modesty by keeping my knees together but I was fighting a losing battle. Another rope, attached to my knee, drew my leg upwards toward my hand. I was now lying flat on my back being slowly exposed. I knew he would do the same with the other leg, which left me on my back, arms outstretched and fixed there on a bamboo pole, with my thighs forced obscenely open, completely helpless. Surprisingly, the position I was in was not particularly uncomfortable but it was humiliating to have my pussy spread like a half peeled banana in front of Trish. She stuck to her task, kissing my mouth passionately, and then sucking alternately on my nipples. It might not be heaven, but I think I could see it from there.

“Bite them!” Jack’s order broke the sound of sucking and slurping.

Trish’s teeth gently massaged my nipples.

“I said BITE HER FUCKING NIPPLES, TRISH.”

Startled, she bit with a little more force.

“Harder!” Jack ordered.

I winced a little as she bit, quickly followed by some soft suckling.

Jack seemed satisfied with this interpretation, smiling broadly each time I winced in pain but offering no criticism when Trish tried to comfort me.

“Trish, you need to understand that Suzie needs pain. She may not realise it herself, but if you check, you’ll find her pussy is dripping already and we’ve only just started.”

Trish checked, to find that Jack’s prediction was 100% correct.

“You’re soaked, Suzie!”

“Now that you agree with me Trish, you’d better get her to lick your fingers clean.”

She delicately offered me her wet fingers, which I diligently sucked deep into my mouth, savouring my own taste.

One more task for you Trish, before I introduce you to my rope. Smack Suzie, and hard. You can start on her butt if you like, which will be less stressful for you, but I want you to move from there to her tits and finally to her pussy. You will strike her hard enough to make her cry out. Trust me on this — she craves the pain.”

I was about to object when Trish’s hand descended on my exposed buttock. She finally realized that it was futile to start softly because eventually Jack would bully her into the force he demanded from her. A hard slap landed on the other cheek. I was about to cry out when she switched her focus to my tits, slapping them hard with an open hand. This time I did cry out. Her backhanded slaps landed flush on each exposed nipple, making me gasp with each strike.

“Now her pussy and then we’re done.”

Perhaps empathy made Trish pull her strikes at first. They were gentle and stimulating and Jack knew it.

“Back off!” he ordered as Trish scampered away. “This is how you smack a cunt.”

His meaty hand smashed down on my pussy so hard that I thought I would pass out. I screamed, but n my confusion, forgot to call my safe word. Seconds later, another strike from Jack’s hand on my open and exposed pussy unlocked a desire within. My movement was limited to a small twist — nothing more. Remembering his instructions from my first experience, I relaxed, allowing my legs to fall even further apart.

“Again!” I begged.

He struck again. I screamed again, regained my poise and relaxed.

“Again, please.”

He struck again. I screamed and began to cry, but not from pain, but from pleasing this man who allowed me to experience such boyabat escort pain and pleasure.

He leaned over me, taking my face gently in his rough hands and kissed me fervently.

“Well done, my girl. You will have your reward later.”

He reached for Trish, pulling her forward until she stood directly beneath a suspended bamboo pole. He took little time to remove all of her clothing (not that she was wearing much anyway) and trussed her chest up very similar to mine. Using another of the smaller poles, he laced her arms until they were spread just like mine, leaving her standing in a crucified position.

Jack tied a new rope to her harness from behind, throwing it over the suspended pole and drawing it tight until Trish could only stand on tip-toe. Fascinated, I watched this tiny girl being tied. She endured her treatment without comment. No cries, no deep sighs, no objections — no reaction whatever — just stoic acceptance.

Jack attached an ankle rope to one leg, drawing it gently upward until it was level with the girl’s waist, tying it off outside her extended arm. She looked like a ballet dancer, one toe on the floor while the other leg was elevated well above horizontal. He repeated the treatment on the other leg, leaving Trish hanging from the roof, arms fully outstretched and legs equally stretched out, parallel to the floor. The stress showed on her face but she offered no sound or complaint.

Jack stood back to survey his work.

“Beautiful.” He whispered. “You okay so far?”

Trish nodded and stepping to her again, Jack ran his hands from her face, over her breasts and down to her pussy, rubbing her gently as if seeking a reaction. Getting none, Jack’s big hands drifted across to her tits to knead them and tease her nipples. Little murmurs of appreciation escaped the suspended girl. Jack opened her pussy, gently. Her response was immediate and we all knew she was lost. With her legs spread impossibly wide, Trish thrust her hips forward, trying to meet Jack’s probing hand.

“Awww, Jack, please…” she pleaded.

With a knowing grin, Jack stepped back from the girl to take hold of the control line holding the girl’s weight, easing it down slowly. He tied her off again and turned to me.

“Your turn” he grinned, dragging me across the floor until I lay directly under Trish, looking up into her weeping pussy.

Taking the control line again, he lowered Trish further until her pussy came to rest on my face. Jack used his foot to position me so that my mouth could reach Trish’s pussy and lowered a little more.

“Get to work Suzie.”

I was a long way ahead of him. As her body came down to meet me, my tongue was already extended to greet it. The way she was positioned allowed me to swipe my tongue from her ass to her clit and I think I did a pretty good job. Trish’s ropes allowed her hips freedom to move forward and back to maximise the touch of my tongue and I sensed her closing in on her orgasm.

Jack stood over me so he was face to face with the suspended Trish. His bare foot (when had he discarded his shoes?) teased my wide open pussy. Although I could not see what he was doing, Trish’s reactions made it clear that he was pleasing her upper body.

It couldn’t last of course. Trish had been so quiet and non-reactive in her bondage that when she could no longer deny her impending orgasm, she exploded. She screamed. She used language that would make a bullock driver blush. She cursed me. She cursed Jack. She thanked us both. She continued to babble incoherently and finally when her orgasm subsided, she collapsed into her ropes.

Jack roughly dragged me aside and quickly lowered Trish to the floor. In no time he had removed her ropes. She slowly recovered from her faint, flinging her arms around the big man’s neck and weeping uncontrollably. He sat cross legged on the floor with the tiny girl curled up in his lap, unconcerned by her nudity and completely overcome with emotion.

“What have you done to me, Jack?” she cried. “that orgasm just went on and on until I couldn’t take it any more. It was beyond wonderful. Please Jack, just hold me now.”

For a long time, none of us spoke. Resisting the impulse to say something funny to break the silence, I left it to Trish, who between sobs, managed to repeat that she had never experienced an orgasm like this before and that the experience had frightened her. She needed to be held and comforted, which Jack understood, ignoring me while attending to her. Lying flat on my back and unable to move because my arms were still fastened to a long bamboo pole, I quietly observed Jack’s technique in bringing Trish back down. I understood her feelings perfectly. She would no doubt be wishing that she had Jack to herself if she thought about me at all. She would be quivering with need for him. How I longed to be in her skin right now!

My legs ached from being restricted for such a long time and were beginning to cramp. Just as I thought about asking Jack to release me, he turned, still cuddling Trish in his lap, and reached out with one hand to drag me in close. Skilfully using just one hand, he eased off the rope tying one of my legs, allowing it to relax and straighten. Still focused on Trish, he continued by working the rope off the arm on the same side. Finally, I was free to turn my body a little, despite the ache in my muscles.

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It was Friday morning and it was sunny. The trees were just starting to bud and the tiny house sparrows and cardinals that lived in the neighborhood flitted and squabbled between the bare branches.

Sun poured through the windows and Mya and Tom sat at their kitchen table, which looked bright and happy with its blue-and-white checked tablecloth.

Mya was sitting forward in her chair, leaning her elbows on the table and scanning her husband’s face.

He was sitting with his shoulders slumped and his eyebrows knit, his hands folded in his lap. He wore a loose white t-shirt and gray gym shorts, his brown hair laying haphazardly on his head, unkempt and about four weeks too long between haircuts. The stubble on his face was at least a day beyond a five-o-clock shadow, stray hairs standing out at odd angles at the corners of his jaw and curling down over his upper lip.

He was staring at the little white pill that sat on a small brown envelope on the table between them.

For several long seconds, neither Tom nor Mya spoke.

“Where did you get it?” Tom finally asked, without taking his eyes off the pill.

Mya hesitated. “I got it from Molly,” she said finally.

Tom’s eyes flicked to Mya’s face and she felt her shoulders tense.

“Molly?” His voice was sharp. “You told Molly?”

Mya sat back in her chair.

“She’s my best friend, Tom. I tell her lots of things.”

Tom leaned forward on the table and his gaze turned back to the pill. “Now she’s going to think I can’t get it up or something.”

“She doesn’t think that,” Mya said. “That’s not what I told her.”

“And anyway,” she continued, “Molly wouldn’t care even if she did think that. And who would she tell? She’s half-way around the world.”

Tom looked at his wife for a second then back to the pill.

“Well what did you tell her?”

“I told her the truth,” Mya replied. “We were just talking. We talk about sex sometimes and… well she’s my friend, so I told her we were having a little bit of trouble, that’s all. And she was really sympathetic.”

“And she thinks this will help?”

“If anyone would know, it’s Molly,” Mya replied.

“What is it?” Tom asked.

Mya paused again. “I don’t know exactly,” she said. Tom snorted in response.

“She didn’t say what it was,” Mya continued quickly, “just that it might help you… you know, get there.”

Tom raised an eyebrow and exhaled heavily through his nose. There was a long silence as he sat staring at the little white pill on the table.

“It was just an idea,” Mya said finally, pushing her chair away from the table. “You know Molly, she means well.”

Tom didn’t look up as Mya picked up her brown leather tote bag from the table and walked around behind his chair.

“You working today?”

“Yeah,” he said, without looking up. “Just for the morning though. I have to finish reviewing these documents for the Paris client but I’ll be finished in a few hours.”

“Well,” she said, “don’t enjoy yourself too much while I’m gone.”

“Mm,” Tom said, eyes still on the pill and its little brown envelope. “Probl’y just watch television or something.”

“Right.” Mya sighed to herself.

“Do you want me to get rid of that?” she asked and paused when he didn’t answer.

“I’ll do it,” he said finally.

Mya took her car keys off the hook on the wall.

“Okay. Well I’ll see you tonight. Love you.”

“You too,” came his reply from behind her, as Mya closed the front door and strode down the walkway to her car.

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It was a short time later and Mya was lost in thought.

She was remembering the previous weekend, the feel of the floor digging into her knees through the towel she’d laid down and of the ache in her neck as she bobbed her head back and forth on Tom’s cock, desperately working and willing it to orgasm. She remembered the feeling of Tom gently pushing her away from him and his thin smile as he picked her up off the floor and said “It’s okay babe, I don’t think it’s going to happen tonight.”

She remembered sitting on the edge of the bed with her hands clasped between her knees as Tom hugged her to him and suddenly feeling very, very naked.

“So anyway, the bathroom looks great, but we’re going to have to replace all that tile. Do you think we could use that to negotiate the price down a little bit?”

Mya’s attention snapped back to the furnitureless, sun-filled living room. Her voice echoed slightly off the bare walls and empty parquet floor. “Hm? Oh, the tile.” She fixed her face into a practiced professional smile. “You know, it doesn’t hurt to try. Let’s add that to the list. Did you get a chance to see the laundry room yet? It’s just this way.”

She extended her arm in the direction of the laundry room and her clients, a pair of thin, bespectacled mid-thirty-somethings meandered bozuyük escort past her toward the rear of the house, gawking at the moldings and the doorframes and the off-white paint on the walls.

The corners of Mya’s mouth fell as she followed behind them. She thought again of her husband, of his promises to discuss the matter further with Dr. Ward (which he’d done), his efforts to exercise and eat healthy (which had been successful) and his determination to ease up at work and reduce his overall stress level (which is exactly what had happened).

“It’s got nothing to do with you,” Tom had said. He’d said it many times. And Mya knew it was true. But it didn’t make her feel any better as she followed the bespectacled couple into the back of the house to see the laundry room.

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Mya’s feet felt like lead weights when she got home. She’d taken the bespectacled couple to half-a-dozen houses that day and they just seemed to get more demanding as the day wore on.

She hauled her legs out of the car, then climbed out behind them and locked the car door. She heaved a sigh and slumped against the frame of the car as she saw her messenger bag still in the back seat, the ache in her knees and lower back suddenly feeling overwhelming. She left the bag in the car and made her way to the house.

When she opened the door, Mya was stopped in her tracks by an incredible aroma. After a moment of puzzling, she recognized the savory smell of roasting fowl and herbes de provence, sauteing mushrooms and hot butter. She heard the clatter of metal utensils against steel prep bowls and the dramatic strains of french opera. She slipped off her shoes and peered cautiously around the corner into the kitchen.

Tom was dressed in tight gray trousers that hugged his now-muscular legs and backside and a black polo shirt that showed off his chest and arms. Overtop, he wore the faded, frilly kitchen apron that they’d bought half as a joke on one of their first weekends away together. He stood in front of the stove surrounded by bowls and whisks and bottles of oil and jars of seasoning, a large cast-iron skillet sizzling and spitting in front of him. A bottle of wine stood open on the counter next to a pair of stemmed glasses, one of which was half-empty.

Tom turned around, saw Mya and smiled. His hair had been cut and now lounged with easy, stylish confidence over his handsome face. He’d shaved, and his beard now carefully traced his jawline instead of obscuring it behind neglected fuzz.

For a moment, Mya forgot about the aches in the soles of her feet.

“Ah!” he said. “Bon soir, ma belle! You are just in time.” He grabbed the fuller of the two glasses of wine from the counter and slid gracefully across the kitchen floor in his socks to where Mya was standing. He pulled her to him and kissed her before pressing the glass of wine into her hand.

“Hello darling,” he said. “How was work?”

Mya smiled and raised her eyebrows at her husband.

“It was… fine,” she said. “I mean, no, it was terrible, but… fine. How was your day?”

“Oh you know,” said Tom as he let go of Mya and turned back to the stove. “Worked for a bit, took a walk, got a haircut.”

“Hey,” he turned to face her again. “I figured we could maybe have a bit of a date night at home tonight.”

Mya’s smile broadened.

“That sounds… perfect,” she said.

“Perfect,” he said in a sing-song voice, then turned back around and prodded the merrily sizzling mushroom slices with his spatula. “Well good then, why don’t you go get rid of your work clothes while I’m finishing up here? It’ll still be another 20 or 30 minutes.”

Mya walked to the stove and leaned her head on Tom’s shoulder.

“That,” she said, “is a good idea,” she said. As she passed through the doorway into the hall, she noticed the kitchen garbage propped open. Among the potato peels and empty grocery store wrappers she saw a small, crumpled brown envelope.

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It was two hours later. The duck and the mushrooms had been rich and tender. The wine — both bottles — had been sultry and complex. They had started the meal sitting across from each other, but as the evening progressed Tom had moved his chair closer and closer to Mya’s.

Mya’s stomach had fluttered when she felt Tom’s knee brush against hers under the table and when he lightly touched her elbow or her shoulder. Tom was animated and effusive — moreso than she’d seen him in a long time — and she felt lighter and lighter the more she laughed at his jokes and his teasing.

Tom talked with his hands and the closer he got, the more he emphasized his stories with a hand on Mya’s shoulder or her knee. Eventually, Tom had pushed himself right next to her so that their knees were touching and he rested one hand on the back of her chair buca escort as he spoke.

The conversation itself had become more and more spirited and they were both rocking with laughter.

“Wait, wait, wait…” Tom said, covering his eyes with one hand in mock astonishment, “you’re telling me that you two just walked into these people’s yard and jumped in their pool? And you didn’t know them at all?”

“No! I mean yes, we did do that and no, we didn’t know them at all!” Mya could feel her face flush as she spoke. “Nobody was home, though.”

“And you just happened to have your swimsuits?”

A mix of embarrassment and excitement tugged at the corners of Mya’s eyes as she remembered the incident. She shook her head.

“No swimsuits? So what, just your underwear?” Tom was looking right at her now, his eyes widening and a suggestive smile spreading on his face.

Mya shook her head again.

“You jumped in naked?” Tom exclaimed.

“Molly did it first!” Mya quickly replied, “And I didn’t want to just be left by myself!”

“I can’t believe it,” Tom leaned back in his chair.

Mya scrunched up her face. “Is that embarrassing?” She asked. “I feel like that’s super embarrassing.”

“Not at all, ” Tom said, his voice softening. He leaned towards her.

“Actually,” he said, his voice getting husky, “I’m just sorry I wasn’t there to see it.” His lips were soft and relaxed as he kissed her and Mya felt a tingle between her legs.

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When the two of them finally retreated to the bedroom, it was as though they were opposite poles of two very strong magnets.

Mya pulled Tom closer and she felt his hard cock pressing into her belly through their clothes. She felt him run his hands up her hips and along the sides of her body, felt the hem of her top slip up and over her head exposing her bra.

Mya pushed herself away from the wall and unclasped her bra, letting it fall off her shoulders and her breasts tumble out, bouncing slightly against her chest.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this ache for him.

She felt the smoothness and warmth of Tom’s palms as he cupped her breasts in his hands, gasping as he circled her nipples. He growled low in his chest, a hungry, impatient sound and in one swift motion, slid his fingers into Mya’s thick hair and pushed her back against the wall, pressing his mouth against hers and thrusting his tongue between her lips. She moaned and ground her pelvis against him. Her hands frantically gripped the hem of Tom’s shirt, pulling it up over his chest and tossing it into a corner before reaching lower.

She scrabbled with his belt buckle until his pants fell open. She pushed them over the swell of his ass and reached down.

Tom’s cock was as hot and as hard as she had ever felt it. She groaned and felt her wetness seep into her panties. Mya stroked his cock slowly, sliding his foreskin back and forth and letting her thumb brush feather-light over his frenulum.

Tom pulled away and Mya pressed her palms into the wall behind her as he knelt in front of her, quickly undoing the button on her jeans and sliding them down. She felt the cool air of the bedroom against her already slick pussy lips as her panties were peeled away and obediently stepped out of her pants until she stood naked in front of her kneeling husband.

She barely had time to look down at him before he plunged his face between her legs. She sucked in a breath and spread for him, then moaned as she felt his lips caress her, brushing lightly against the skin just above her clitoris.

She felt his wet, warm tongue slide between her lips and down towards her opening, its path made smooth and effortless by her wetness, before gliding back up and finding her clit. He circled it, gently at first, then more firmly. Mya groaned and buried the fingers of one hand in Tom’s hair, keeping her balance on the wall with the other.

Suddenly, Tom was on his feet and Mya felt the room blur and roll as he swept her off her feet and onto the bed, climbing between her legs and positioning the head of his cock at her now puffy and soaking wet opening

Mya gasped as he slid his entire length into her in one, smooth motion. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he began to push in and out of her, slowly at first then harder and faster, gripping her hip with one hand as he held himself up with the other.

Mya wrapped her legs around her husband, aching to feel him even deeper inside of her. She started moaning again, almost surprising herself with her increasingly desperate sounds, until she was crying out for Tom to fuck her deeper, harder, to giver her his huge, hard cock. She felt her abdomen begin to tingle and tense as Tom increased his cadence, their hips making thick, wet slapping sounds as he thrust into her bucak escort again and again.

Tom began to groan and grunt with each push and when Mya felt him grab a handful of her hair she knew he was getting close.

“Wait,” she gasped, “not yet!”

Tom stopped abruptly, his cock still buried in Mya’s cunt, and looked at her, breathing heavily.

“Here,” Mya said, as she scrambled out from under him, “over here.”

She slid off the bed and onto the floor, settled onto her knees and looked up plaintively at Tom.

“I want you to finish in my mouth, baby, please… cum in my mouth!”

Tom smiled and quickly moved to stand next to her, his throbbing cock standing at rigid attention just in front of Mya’s face. She took it in her hand, felt its slick coating of pussy juice, smelled the sex on it. She slid her lips over the head and she could taste herself, her thick, slippery fluids with their musky tang, and pushed Tom’s cock as far to the back of her mouth as she could. It felt huge in her mouth and she stretched her jaw around it as Tom groaned.

Mya held the base of Tom’s cock with one hand as she bobbed her head to meet the gentle thrusts of his hips. She slid her other hand down between her legs, finding the wet, thick folds of her labia, then the little button of her clit and her fingers began to dance.

She began to moan around his cock, furiously rubbing her clit.

“Oh god, baby, I’m… I’m gonna…” moaned Tom and suddenly Mya felt his cock swell even larger then tasted the first deluge of cum. It pumped and spurted into Mya’s eager and willing mouth, quickly filling it until cum leaked out around the seal of her lips and began to dribble down her chin.

Mya pulled away from Tom’s cock, and a gush of cum poured out of her mouth before she could close it. He kept spurting, over and over, his semen splashing onto her chest and neck and stomach. She smelled the the salty, almost briny smell of semen as it mingled with the smells of pussy and sweat and sex. It kept cumming, a torrent like nothing she’d seen before, pouring out onto her as Tom bucked and moaned.

Suddenly Mya caught a flicker of movement from the corner of her eye and glanced to her right. She saw herself in the full length mirror mounted on their bedroom door. She saw her curly black hair, now disheveled and wild, saw her large, round breasts, and the crease of her hip where her legs folded underneath her and her hand pulsing between her legs. She saw herself as a kneeling, dripping cumslut wantonly masturbating as she was covered in a hot, wet mess.

Mya screamed as she came, arching her back, her pelvis and legs and belly clenching and grasping. She screwed her eyes tightly shut, still seeing the image from her mirror behind her eyelids, and squeezed her hand between her legs as the world disappeared and she could feel only intense, overwhelming pleasure.

Mya’s muscles began to slacken as her orgasm receded. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Tom sitting on the bed staring at her with an open-mouthed smile. They locked eyes and Mya smiled back, as he collapsed back onto the bed, his cock still oozing cum out onto his leg in a slow, steady trickle. With a supreme effort, Mya pulled herself up and fell into bed next to him, rolling onto her back. She looked down at herself. There must have been a full quart of cum coating her body and as it cooled and thinned it began to drip down her sides and between her legs, tickling her swollen pussy lips and sliding across her ass to the sheets.

The two of them lay there together, breathing heavily, already dozing off, Mya dimly registering the feeling of Tom’s hand holding onto hers and the sensation of being wet and warm and sticky.

“Please remind me to send Molly a thank-you card,” Tom mumbled, and it was the last thing Mya heard before she fell into a deep sleep.

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When she awoke the next morning, Tom was already in the kitchen making breakfast and Mya was a mess of dried cum and sweat. As she’d stood under a hot shower, she thought back to the image in the mirror and felt her pussy instantly begin to tingle.

She would often think about that image in the days following. She thought about it when she rode her husband to loud mutual orgasms. And she thought about it when she lay awake at night quietly rubbing herself to smaller, quieter ones. While Tom never had much trouble getting off after that night — and the date nights and dinners and passion became regular features of their lives — he didn’t cum like that again.

And satisfied though she was, Mya sometimes found herself yearning for another look at the dripping cumslut from the mirror.

Molly was delighted to hear all of it when Mya eventually confessed these things to her on one of their regular video calls.

“Well,” Molly had said, “that is not entirely what I expected. I mean, I knew that’s what Tom was in for, but didn’t know it would have such an effect on you. Hm.”

And Mya blushed and smiled a mischievous smile as Molly wrote something on a small piece of paper just off-screen.

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She isn’t happy you think, your wife. She barely gives you any attention, answers in monosyllables and has stopped taking care of herself. The only time you see any semblance of energy in her is when she’s watching her shows on her laptop or when you have to attend public events to keep up the pretense of your marriage. She’s disinterested, you claim, and you want to rekindle the spark. That’s why you called my employer and asked for a couple’s massage, the Swedish kind and all my discretion to go with it. I was to set everything up at your house and offer my services for as long as you needed me to.

So I show up at your house, and it seems well taken care of, hardly what I’d expected from your description of her. She appears, in her loose cotton nighty. Her hair is in a bun, and she looks sleepy. You introduce me, you announce loudly that you’ve showered, throwing glances in her direction and discuss colognes with me. I make small talk and you direct me towards the room where I’m supposed to set up. The room has been emptied out I’m told, so that I have a blank canvas to work with, apart from the mattresses covered in white sheets.

I light the candles and and set up speakers for the music I’m supposed to play to “create an aura”, as per my instructional manuals. I set up the oils and the body butters – different products to for different areas and sensations. I signal to you that the room is ready and to get changed. You appear a few moments later, a towel wrapped around your waist, she’s still in the same cheap cotton nighty, looking no different than earlier.

“I guess you’ll just have to work with this, this is what she’s comfortable in..”, you tell me.

She glances in your direction and removes the long cotton garment on her in one single quick motion, before any of us can react. And there she stands before our horrified eyes, stark naked. There are no undergarments, not even bottoms. She opens her hair, greasy and messy, and has to shake it and run her fingers through to break the cast of the worn rubber band. I can’t help but notice the dark prickly growth of hair under her navel, spreading to the sides, with a thick dense growth just above her cunt. They’re long enough to coil up and reach the top of her thighs. You look shocked, almost apologetic, but you take belek escort your towel off to cover her, exposing yourself in the process. She refuses it and flops down on one of the mattresses. I see the large mass of hair poking between the backs of her thighs, going all the way to where her fleshy buttocks part. She throws your towel back at you, aggressively. Her buttocks and the folds on her belly jiggle. You sit on the mattress, defeated, and ask me to start with her. I maintain the appearance of professionalism, but my throat is drying up and I’m feeling the sweat in my armpits.

She picks the cold pressed coconut oil mixed with peppermint, after going through her choices. She seems unperturbed, and a sly smile appears on her face when she looks at you, tense and shrinking.

“Embarrassed are we?” she asks you.

You manage a feeble no. She asks you to relax, softly. She reminds you that this is supposed to be your gateway to a romantic evening together, almost mocking. She stretches her arms upwards, and I see another large mass of hair in the hollows under her shoulders. A musky smell fills the room, when I start emulsifying body butter on my hands, to be used before the flowery smelling oil. The butter melts on her skin as her body odour and the fragrance of the runny substance combine. I find myself nervous and the heady smell tensing up my groins. I start with her neck, gathering up all of her thick hair and letting them fall away. I start at the base of her skull behind the ears, slowly pressing my finger tips in to her. I reach her back and use my palms, molding her flesh like it was clay. Sweat and the oil collects in pools between the folds of skin when I drip it slowly.

Her body trembles at times, and I sense she holds back moans. I run my fingers through her scalp gently and she finally moans. You turn your face away, ashamed. I run my fingers slowly through the knots and tangles in her hair, thick and sweaty, and they glisten in the light. I run my fingers from the scalp to the ends, stretching them gently to their full length. She props herself on her elbows, letting her breasts hang for a moment, before flopping down again. As my hands move toward her thighs, she asks me to wait. She probes and plucks and pinches the hair around her pussy, beşevler escort almost reaching for her clit but pulling away at the last second.

You look helpless now, “What are you doing?” you ask her, almost pleading.

“I’m so wet, fuck” she lets out a slight moan.

I drip the oil on her thighs. As I squeeze the folds with my palms, she lets out audible moans.

She looks at you, and asks in low voice, “See not much to ask for is it? You barely care for months and then all you want to do is enter me and finish. And then I also catch you jerking yourself to porn. You like them thin and hairless is it? Well this is how real women are, asshole.”

You look visibly distressed now. She stands up from the mattress, and makes a grab for your towel. She places a foot on your limp cock and pushes your face in to the hairy bush around her cunt.

“Take that in, smell it, bastard”, she screams at you. I offer to leave, but she commands me not to. “Stay, you’re gonna be a part of this drama” she smiles at me.

And makes her way back to the mattress. Her body glistening, greasy and sweaty. The dark nipples now erect, with the flesh swaying as she walked. I feel my blood rushing lower, as my dick wakes up. She sits cross legged on the mattress, getting her out of her face, pushing them back. She beckons me to come closer, and notices the lump in my pants. She pulls my face near hers and runs her tongue over my lips in a way that is ugly. She bites my lower lip and pushes her tongue inside. I’m unable to resist this and the floodgates break open. I grab her and pull them back. I cover her mouth with mine, biting and sucking and licking, and then run my tongue down her neck. She moans. I notice you getting uncomfortable and your cock getting hard, too shocked to stop us. She reaches for the bottle of oil and pours it over her tits. The oil runs down towards her stomach and navel, dripping on to the sheets. She rubs her navel with both hands. Parting the hair with her fingers, and exhibiting and exposing her wet cunt for both of us.

“Enjoy the show!” she tells you and spreads her legs wide.

She pulls my face towards her breasts and squeezes my face between them, barely allowing me space to breathe. When I come up for air, she shoves her beşiktaş escort nipples in my mouth, and reaches for my pants.

“So hairy, what a dirty man you are!” she mocks me.

You reach for your groin as your wife makes a brazen display of lust, and stroke your cock. As my pants fall to the floor she immediately grabs my the shaft of my penis and shoves it into her mouth, like an animal that is hungry. All you can see are the veins and the coils of hair moving to and from your wife’s mouth. When she’s done, she pulls me lower and lies down on the mattress, her hands playing with her pussy. She calls you closer and grips your cock hard, till you let out a yelp.

She guides me inside her, and our hair form one black cloud together. Her fluids ensure it slips in easily and the smell of her juices fill us the room. The pink tip on your penis looks swollen from the grip she refuses to release, as you watch my spine making waves while I enter your wife. As I reach a rhythm and thrust in and out, her grip moves up and down between your legs, till she turns to spit at it.

At my crescent, her spine curves upward, and she trembles with pleasure, tensing up for a second before finally relaxing, indolence in her eyes and a smile on her face. She turns over, on her fours and spreads her butt cheeks, begging me to enter her from behind.

I rub some of the oil on my cock, and smack her butt hard. Her butt jiggles, and on the third time, I see that it is red. I spit on her back and rub my fingers on it, before running my fingers down her back, to her asshole. I massage her asshole, trying to get my finger to go in. A little goes in and she moans.

“Yes, fuck. Shove it deeper in my asshole. Fuck me like he won’t,” she mumbles.

I gather the greasy mass of her hair, and pull it. Her neck stretches up as I tug on her hair and shove my cock in to her pussy. She moans with every thrust – slow but forceful. As I put it in, I make sure I can feel all of her on my cock.

Your cock spurts out drops of the thin white liquid, while I thrust harder and bring it out. She gives me a sly smile and points to her face, as I finish. There is a hollow in my stomach as I cum all over her face and torso, leaving a trail of the milky white substance on her breasts and between the folds of her belly, mixing with the sweat, oils and glistening on the tips of her pubis.

Months later, my employer tells me I’m supposed to provide my services to you again. This time, your wife has called, and she has also requested for a female masseuse, along with me.

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It had been a bit of a dry spell for Peter although he was not surprised by that, he knew it was coming at some point and his early 60s seemed like as good a time as any to take stock and focus on what was important to him. He was retired and had an adequate income from his pension, enough to live on anyway even if he could no longer just disappear on holiday on a whim as often as he wanted.

This was one of those rare occasions. He had spent the last few days wandering aimlessly around town, doing some window shopping, watching the buskers in the market square and resisting the pull of the Amsterdam coffee shops. He was getting a bit old for that he kept telling himself without a lot of conviction.

It had been a spur of the moment trip now that countries were opening up again as the powers that be decided that the pandemic was over – a decision made mostly because of the need for tourist revenue rather than based on medical advice he believed. So he still took care in crowded places.

He found himself a quiet spot in Sarphatipark where he could plan his return home tomorrow, to work out what to do between checking out of his hotel and getting to Schiphol but that only took him a few moments so he sat quietly watching the passersby and trying to imagine different aspects of their lives – that young couple holding hands but looking miserable, a young woman with two small children in tow whose expression flitted between harried and happy as the kids kept her entertained.

He was watching two businessmen in suits sitting so close to each other on a nearby bench that they seemed to be flirting with each other when a flash of blue caught his eye. It belonged to a young woman striding purposefully through the park talking in an animated fashion into her phone. She came closer, her bright blue hair drawing attention to herself. She was so slight, dressed only in a white top with plenty of sideboob on show and a short skirt sitting precariously on her hips showing off the waistband of her panties.

As she approached she ended her call, looked up at Peter and announced furiously “he is such a wanker” and then, dropping her phone into her bag, burst out laughing. Her full lips and pronounced dimples drawing Peter’s attention away from her prominent nipples poking hard through her skimpy top. She was beautiful, Peter thought to himself as he felt that familiar ache in his balls.

Peter had never been very good at meeting new people, he did not really understand the rules of social interaction so his response was just to smile at her in acknowledgement. He reckoned she must be early 20s and as he was old enough to be her grandfather he did not feel under any pressure to be anything other than just friendly.

‘True, men can be dicks’ he replied eventually as she stood looking at him with what seemed to be curiosity – as if she was wondering ‘what’s a nice man like you doing in a place like this.’

She came closer and sat down next to him her slim legs sticking out in front of her as her skirt rode up her thighs. “Are you a dick?” she asked in an accent that Peter found difficult to place.

He laughed: “I’m sure there are some who might think so,” he replied “but I try not to be.” He was surprised at how at ease he felt in her presence, usually he would clam up as soon as anything resembling a conversation looked like happening.

“Oh good, come buy me a coffee then” she announced as she stood and held her hand out to him. He took her hand, slipped his bag over his shoulder and stood. She did not let go as he stood as he had been expecting but instead she edged herself closer to him so that he could smell her intoxicating essence. “I’m Pixie” she said as she led him down the path towards the exit of the park.

“Peter” he replied as he allowed himself to be led away.

She was so petite he imagined that he could easily pick her up and carry her away so he was impressed at her confidence in the way she trusted him. After all Peter stood a good foot taller than her and he was fairly well built. He was a typical older white male tourist and she was light-skinned black and smelled of cinnamon and coconut. They made a fine pair as they walked the Amsterdam streets.

She chattered away excitedly talking about how much she loved Amsterdam but the men were so disappointing, ‘not real men’ was a phrase he heard more than once, as they walked. They crossed a road and she stopped at one of Amsterdam’s famous coffee shops. “This is my favourite” she said as she led him by the hand through the door “It even does coffee” she laughed.

It was an older coffee shop, lots of wood, posters of musicians on the wall. She led him to an empty table. “Sit here, what coffee do you like?” She asked.

“A flat-white with proper milk” was his response. She looked at him enquiringly before turning and greeting the staff who she clearly knew well.

She went up to the counter where she spent the time waiting for the coffees to be made by checking out the weed selection before choosing something. He took the time to look around, it was bingöl escort pretty much as he had expected, he was clearly the oldest customer they had by quite a long way but the clientele were otherwise a mixed bunch, it was not the stoner lair that he had been expecting.

Pixie returned with a small tray with two coffees, a moist-looking brownie on a small plate and a little plastic pot of weed which she slipped into her tote bag as she sat down. “That’s for later,” she smiled at him. He could have sworn that she winked as she said this.

She cut the brownie into two before asking “are you cool with edibles, the brownies here will make you just so chilled”. Peter nodded although without admitting that it had been a decade or two since he had last indulged.

“So why did you come with me, I’m normally a bit much for many men?” she asked.

“How could I refuse such a beautiful young woman and to be honest I couldn’t really think of any reason not to” he replied sipping at his coffee.

She looked at him intently “You do like girls then, I did wonder if you might be gay, a good looking older man sitting in that park is usually there for other men. I may have rescued you, in that case, especially if you have a habit of going off with anyone who asks. What do you do?” She watched him intently, before she reached into her bag and pulled out large brown-framed glasses and set them on her nose. “Now I can see you properly” she said, “sometimes I forget I need these.”

Peter started to explain how he had retired early as he had become so bored at his office life and how he liked to travel when he could. They chatted easily for a good while as he began to feel a little light headed from the brownie. She tended to turn the conversation towards his love life whenever she could and as his inhibitions began to slip he told her how he had been out of luck since before the pandemic.

She looked shocked “But that’s over two years” she explained “Your balls must be so full” she giggled as the brownie was obviously affecting her too. “We must do something about that, where are you staying?”

She took him by the hand again and gathering up her things and shouting a cheery goodbye to the servers she led him out of the coffee shop and they turned towards Vondelpark and his hotel. She slipped her arm under his as they walked, her body pressed lightly against him as she matched his stride – no mean feat given the difference in their size.

At no point dd Peter check himself and wonder whether this was a good idea, he felt comfortable and at ease in her presence as if he had known her all his life. They went straight up to his hotel room. He fussed about moving his case off the bed where had left it and slipping his shoes off. As he did so she stripped out of her top and skirt and standing in front of him in just her panties she announced that she wanted to shower.

He looked at her standing there, her abs were tight, her pert little titties with hard pointing nipples, her outy belly button, a few wisps of hair escaping her panties. His cock throbbed in anticipation. She turned, wiggled her ass at him, and headed into the bathroom. “Give me five minutes and then join me” she said looking at him over her shoulder.

Peter sat on the bed, the effect of the weed making him a little light-headed still but more importantly he could feel his cock straining against his trousers. He slowly undressed to his boxers before fetching clean towels from the cupboard. He knew it had only been two or three minutes but he couldn’t wait any longer as he slowly pushed the bathroom door open.

Pixie was standing under the shower, her blue wig sitting on the chair next to the sink, her back towards him as she let the water flow over her. She was running her hands over her body as she rinsed the soap from herself. She turned her head to look at him and smiled that huge smile again. He stepped out of his boxers and his cock, now almost fully hard bounced as he kicked them away. She looked down and smiled again.

He stepped into the bath with her as he felt the running water from the shower hit his legs. At this point she turned towards him and he caught his first glimpse of her huge and amazing bush. There was almost as much hair on her pussy as on her head. He gasped ‘Wow, that’s so hot’ he exclaimed. It was the first properly hairy pussy he had seen for probably thirty years.

“Oh good, I am glad you like it” she said as she reached out and grabbed his hard cock, pulling him towards her for a deep and lingering kiss, his cock pressing into her tummy, her hard nipples pressing into his chest. She was so tiny he felt the urge to just pick her up, slide her down onto his shaft and fuck her hard against the shower wall but he resisted. She had been in charge up that point and he liked that so he wanted her to choose how they fucked.

She broke off the kiss and looked up at him. “I’m clean and on the pill so you do not need to worry about anything, feel free to cum where you like but at some point I do want to feel you fill me bingöl escort up with your cum so that it dribbles out and messes up my bush” she said as she sank to her knees the water running off her head and down her body as she took his cock into her mouth.

He felt harder than he had for years, he suspected the weed might be helping with that. She did not stay down for long and after a few moments she got back onto her feet and started lathering his body. She turned him around and reached under his arms as she soaped his chest before reaching down and stroking his cock with her soapy hands as she rubbed her nipples against his back.

“Rinse off now” she suddenly declared “I need to fuck, I am so horny.” Peter laughed at this and took the shower hose from the wall before hosing the soap off her and then himself. He stepped out and grabbed a towel which he held open for her as she stepped out. He wrapped it around her tiny body as he wrapped one around his waist and they both went through into the bedroom.

She towelled herself dry before throwing the wet towel onto a chair, she jumped excitedly onto the bed. She was such a tiny ball of energy he wondered how he would be able to keep up with her. She sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed, her hairy bush allowing only a glimpse of her wet pussy lips glistening at him. He dried himself and then threw his towel alongside hers. He reached across the bed and grabbed her ankles and gently uncrossing her legs he pulled her towards him, placing her legs over his shoulders as he started to kiss and nibble at her inner thighs.

She lay back muttering “oh what a good man you are” as she arched her back slightly, offering up her pussy to his mouth. They were both too stoned and horny for him to worry about warming her up so he delved right in, her hairs tickling his face as his tongue sought out her lips. She gasped as he found her clit. He pushed his shoulders against her thighs as he reached around with his arms, his hands parting her pussy hair as his tongue found its way up and down her lips, deep into her pussy and up grazing at her clit.

It did not take him long before he felt her spasm and her juices flowed down his chin and her legs tightened against his head, He slowed a little allowing her a little time to work through her first orgasm before he went back in harder this time, his tongue working her clit with no relief as she began to thrash against him. She came again and again before he allowed her some respite.

She lay back panting hard “I was wrong, you are not a good man at all, you are a bad man. Only a bad man knows how to do that” she laughed again. “But now it is my turn to torment.”

Peter climbed onto the bed and lay next to her, catching his breath and wiping her juices from his mouth. She stood up, a little unsteady on the soft bed, before turning and lowering her pussy onto his face, she ground herself onto his mouth for a second before leaning forward and taking his hard cock in her hands, she stroked him briefly before licking a little precum off his tip and the then enveloping his cock between her lips.

He gasped, which only caused her to apply more pressure onto his mouth as his tongue automatically slipped into her pussy. She took as much of him into her mouth as she could. He was not huge, probably a little longer than average but he was thick so she struggled getting him too far down her mouth and he felt her gag once or twice as she tried.

She soon relented and wrapping her long fingers around his cock she started to focus on his tip, licking and sucking, running her tongue around his head and squeezing and stroking his cock as he felt his balls tighten. She sensed how close he was and stroked him harder and faster, resting his cock on her tongue as he felt several years of pent up cum bubbling up inside his balls before shooting the first of many ropes of hot cum down her throat. As he came she took him deep into her mouth again until she was satisfied that she had drained his balls entirely.

They both lay back on the bed panting.

“I’ve cum so much and we haven’t even fucked yet” she giggled at him “but I’m hungry and need food.” After regaining her breath she suddenly jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom, returning a second later with her blue hair restored on her head, and her glasses sitting on her cute nose. She sat down at the writing desk and reached into her bag for the weed before she skilfully rolled a joint.

“I know we can’t smoke in here so can we go out and get food, please?”

He looked at her sitting there stark naked in her blue hair and laughed. “I think we will both need the energy, what do you like to eat?”

They agreed on a fish restaurant where she knew the owners and she guaranteed that everything would be fresh for them and both dressed hurriedly. She was right the food was fresh and tasty and she was great company, telling him about her life and how many wigs she owned and how she changed them to match her mood that day. Although they both ate with the urgency of the bismil escort anticipation of what was to follow the meal was relaxed and after less than an hour later Peter found himself crossing a canal bridge heading towards her apartment.

Her room was large, light and airy, in contrast to the dark wood panelling in his hotel. There were pictures, mirrors and wall hangings but the main feature was a huge queen sized bed in the middle of the room. Pixie pulled Peter into the room and started to undress him although he had to bend down to help her remove his top. As he unbuckled his trousers she slipped out of clothes and crawled to the centre of the bed. She knelt up and watched him, her arms folded on top of her blue hair, her nipples were bullet hard and her mouth was open in a big grin, her tongue just visible between her lips.

Peter had to pinch himself to remind him that this was not a dream but was very real. She smiled as she reached over and took a lighter from a bedside cabinet and she lit up the joint and inhaled deeply. Peter stood hypnotised by the way the light streamed through the window lighting up the smoke as she exhaled in a large cloud which wafted around her.

Peter stepped onto the bed, placed his hands on her hips and leaned down to kiss her hard and tight tummy. She took another long draw on the joint before bending down and blowing it slowly into his mouth. She twisted her body across his, her hard nipples grazing his back as she put the joint down. He reached around, his hand found her ass cheek and he slipped his middle finger between her soaking pussy lips.

No words were spoken, they moved across each others bodies languidly in a sensuous wrestle as he tried to reach her nipples with his mouth as she slowly stroked his rock hard cock, Finally he rolled over onto his back and she straddled his waist, his cock parting her bush as she slid slowly up and down leaving a slick trail the length of his staff.

She raised her ass and carefully positioned her pussy over his engorged tip before lowering herself ever so slightly as he entered her. She paused “mmmm finally” she exhaled quietly as with deliberate abandon she sank down, his cock stretching her tight pussy as she slowly adjusted to his width. She sat there looking at him with a wicked glint in her eye.

Peter watched her, still in some disbelief that this fine young woman had chosen him for their little adventure as he reached for her left nipple twisting it gently but firmly between his thumb and forefinger. Her pussy twitched as he did so and she arched her back away from him as she sought out that final half inch or so in order to be completely full of him.

She rode him slowly easing his cock out before slowly pushing back down until her pussy finally found that sweet spot where his shaft pressed against her clit and his tip grazed her g-spot every time she sank down. Peter watched her tummy muscles spasm as she came, her pussy muscles fluttering against his cock.

She sat on him until her orgasm subsided, looking at him in acknowledgement of the way they seemed to compliment each other sexually despite the age difference.

“I’m going to fuck your brains out man, I’m going to drain you dry, I want you every way we can think of and then you must dress and go back to your hotel and return to your life and we will not see each other again, I will feel your cock imprinted in my pussy for weeks and then we will have a wonderful memory.” She said these words as she slowly raised herself off him until just his tip was inside her.

She adjusted the angle and then slammed herself down hard onto him, he raised his ass to meet her and they began to fuck furiously, he reached for her shoulders pulling her forward before reaching around for her ass and he began to fuck her hard and fast, his hands pulling her ass cheeks apart in order to get total penetration into her.

He pounded her like this until he began to feel his balls tighten and it was only then that he eased off, he sat up and pulled her towards him into a tight embrace as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her nipples pressed into his chest hair and their lips met hard, their tongues seeking out each other.

As soon as he felt the tension in his balls ease he rolled her over onto her back, grabbed her ankles in his hands and placing the back of her heels on his shoulders he began fucking her hard again. The combination of his weight on her clit and the different position immediately bought on her next orgasm so he slowed once again. He pulled her back to the side of the bed still impaled on his cock before he wrapped his arms under her ass, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, and he stood.

They both gave a primal grunt as he took her weight onto his shaft, they both laughed at that. “Now what are you going to do” she giggled at him as he paused briefly wondering where to go with her. She clamped her pussy tight against his cock as he turned towards the only part of the wall that had no pictures or furniture and carried her over until her back was hard against the wall. He fucked her hard, he pounded her tight little pussy mercilessly as she squirmed against him. This time he was not going to let up as his balls tightened, her pussy muscles squeezed and he felt the first load build up in his cock.

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Cuckold

10. The Men They Couldn’t Hang

Thursday evening, I told Justine that I wouldn’t be back until late.

“Who ya fucking this time?” She didn’t sound pissed, just curious.

“No-one. Reuben and me are going to rehearse our routines for the club. He’s really hyped us up, so we need to be good. I’m going to his place for a dress rehearsal.”

“I see. Want an audience?”

“I — I guess yes. Let me just clear it with Reuben.” I reached for my phone.

Twenty minutes later, Reuben opened the door. “Hey, you must be Justine. Tommy’s been keepin’ you a secret, and I can see why. You’re one hot momma!”

Justine had applied some make-up and put on a tight top, a skirt and heels. Nothing too slutty, but just nicely and subtly sexy. By the look on her face, I could see she liked the look of Reuben.

“And Tommy hasn’t told me much at all about you, Reuben. And again, I can maybe see why.” She reached out to shake his hand, but he leaned in and kissed her. On the mouth. For several seconds. And her arms went around him, instinctively.

“Wow!” Justine said when they’d broken the clinch. “You’re a very direct young man.”

“Sure. People have called me worse than that. It sure beats ‘uppity nigga’. So Justine, can I fix you a drink?”

It turned out that Reuben’s range of alcohol was a little limited. Justine settled for a bourbon and soda, Reuben passed me a beer and then we headed to the bedroom to change while Justine settled into an armchair and read a magazine.

Five minutes later, we were back, in our cowboy outfits, both of us masked and with Stetsons and guns in holsters. (Turns out these were real, but not loaded). Each of us wore a kind of vest and a bandana, but no shirt.

“Mmm, pretty hot, but maybe start with the bandanas over your faces like outlaws,” Justine suggested. “What music are you gonna use?”

“Maybe Bon Jovi’s ‘Dead or Alive’,” Reuben replied.

“Cheesy. How about something by Clutch? Maybe ‘A Quick Death in Texas’?”

“Never heard it,” Reuben replied.

“I’ll get it on my phone. You got a Bluetooth speaker?”

A minute later, the song was blasting out of Reuben’s speakers. We listened, nodded to each other and I said “OK, let’s give it a try.”

So we started. We strutted, we circled each other, trying to act like two gunfighters sizing each other up. We faced off, swaying our bodies making mock-punches. Then we slipped off the vests. The music stopped.

“No, slower. Tease. The ladies want to get a view of those pecs and shoulders, but you need to reveal slowly. Face away from the audience, put your arms back and let the vests slide down and slip off. Then turn around so the audience get to see those bodies. Yes, like that. Wow, guys, that’s hot. The black and the white, and both of you ripped. That’s gonna moisten a few panties, believe me.”

We moved on, throwing the Stetsons away. “No, keep your hats on,” Justine suggested. So the next thing was the Velcro chaps. Some more mock fighting, then the gunfight bit, where we both drew out our guns, pretended to fire and both fell backwards.

“Guys, guys. Right, you need to lose the guns earlier. How about you draw, and then each of you knocks the gun out of each other’s hand? That means you have to wrestle. Two hunky guys, all muscles and testosterone, mock fighting in just their underpants — I’d pay to see that, and I reckon there’ll be a few fingers in panties while you’re doing it. Could you pull off each other’s chaps? Would that work?”

It was nearly an hour later, and we’d done the routine four times. Yes, the guns went earlier, we’d start mock-fighting, but we found we had to lose the chaps ourselves; it was too hard to remove each other’s. But the final part of the routine, which Justine suggested, involved each of us ripping off the other’s underpants, and then us both staring in amazement at each other’s cocks, before turning to the audience with looks of surprise on our faces, still wearing our Stetsons and holsters.

“You’ll need somewhere to put the tips,” Justine suggested, “and you can get more in a holster than just in a waistband.”

Another hour passed as we tried our ‘construction worker’ routine. This involved pretending it was hot and losing items of clothing along the way. The last move was ripping off our own underwear and mopping our foreheads with them. “OK, a bit weak, but you’ll be OK. You may have to mop up some woman juices as well.”

We ran through a couple of basic dance strips, one which involved Reuben turning a cartwheel, which we decided we had to do before he was naked, as his cock and balls flailed around too much.

“Tommy, could you do a handstand, or maybe even just a shoulder-stand?” Justine asked. I tried the former, but had to settle for the latter. I had the upper-body strength but not the balance. “Now both of you, get your underpants off and flip into a shoulder stand, side by side. No, turn your backs to the audience, then pants off, then shoulder stand — one, two three AND… Wow, bitlis escort that’s an impressive sight!”

Over the course of around two hours, Justine had rewritten most of our routines and given us a whole bunch of new ideas. Reuben and me were sweating, while Justine looked a little flushed, and kept crossing and uncrossing her legs.

“Guys, that was awesome. You’re really going to crush it tomorrow night. Now, get showered and I’ll fix us some more drinks.”

It’s a little weird, showering in close proximity with another guy, especially when we were soaping each other’s backs, but that was as intimate as it got. “She’s quite a lady, that Justine o’ yours,” Reuben said as he was drying off. “She looks like she’s kinda strait-laced, but she ain’t. You still want another re-lay-sion-shit? I’d’ve thought you’d certainly have enough of the ‘lay’ part.”

“Justine is great,” I said, ignoring the invitation to talk about the sex, “but like I said, she’s a lot older than me.”

We went back into the main room with towels around our necks. Justine had put out two more beers and helped herself to another Bourbon.

“Now that’s how most of the ladies will want to see you. I guess you’ll be walking around like that. Will you be giving lap-dances?”

“Sure,” said Reuben. “That’s, like, a big part of the deal.”

“Tommy, do you know how to do one?”

“I — y’know, I’ve never thought about it. What do we do, Reuben?”

“Well, like, anything you like, but the lady ain’t supposed to touch you.”

“But you can touch her, right? With any part of your body. Any part? Am I right?” Justine gave Reuben a ‘frank’ look.

“Sounds like you seen this before, lady.”

“Once or twice,” Justine answered, teasingly. “But I’m concerned that Tommy doesn’t seem to know how to do it. Would you like to practice, Tommy. Or maybe Reuben can demonstrate how it’s done?”

I could see where this was going. “OK, Reuben. I think what Justine is saying is would you demonstrate on her how I should do a lap dance?” A shy smile appeared on Justine’s face. Reuben’s split into a broad grin.

To some R Kelly thing, Reuben gyrated in front of Justine as she sat in the armchair. His cock, now semi-hard, swung in front of her. He leaned forward, put his hands on the back of the chair on either side of her head and dangled the cock just inches in front of her face. Then he leaned back, spread his legs, straddled hers and ran the tip up her thigh from her knee to the hem of her skirt. By now he’d hardened enough to push it a little further, squatting down so his dick slid under the skirt and teased the skin of her upper thigh. A few slow thrusts under the skirt, and Justine gave a squeal.

“Ooh, naughty!”

Reuben turned to me and grinned, his cock still in the cleft between Justine’s thighs, most of it under her skirt. “Dirty gal ain’t wearin’ panties,” he informed me. “And she’s wet.” Justine gave a guilty smile.

He pulled back, and I could see that he was now fully hard and impressively big. He turned around, pushing his ass toward Justine’s face. Then he bent forward so that she had a real close-up view of his ass, balls and cock, which hovered close to the front of her t-shirt. Some more shimmies, as he switched around again and squatted so he was almost on her thighs, pointing his very erect dick straight up towards Justine’s titties. He moved upwards, running the tip over the front of her t-shirt, leaving a faint trail of pre-cum, then shifted to point his cock across her forearm, just skimming the skin, up and down. He lifted up and went around to the other side, and Justine sneakily turned her arm over. Reuben, grinning again, ran his cock down her forearm until he reached the open palm, and then slowly thrust it back and forward, almost daring her to close her fingers around him and give him a hand-job — which she coolly did.

After a few strokes, he moved behind her and draped his cock over the top of her head. She tilted her head backwards, and he swung his heavy dick across her face. Then Justine stretched farther back, stuck out her tongue and licked the tip.

“Hey, is that allowed?” I asked, surprised at what was going down.

“I guess we make up the rules, my man,” Reuben grinned back.

He let his cock rest on Justine’s face while she ran her tongue over the head.

“Hey, this is hurtin’ my neck. How about you come around and kiss me goodnight?”

So Reuben moved back around in front of Justine, squatted over her thighs and kissed her. The kiss went on for a while. Then Reuben slowly stood up, so his fully-erect dick was about two inches from Justine’s face.

“An’ you can kiss your hard friend goodnight too, ma’am. It’s, like, only polite.”

Justine’s smile was a picture. She leaned slightly forward, puckered up and kissed Reuben’s cock, right on the tip. And then she slowly opened her mouth, pushing forward until she had the head in her mouth. Reuben’s white grin split his dark face like a huge gash in a coconut.

“OK, bodrum escort enough already,” I said. “This is supposed to be a cheap lapdance, not a full-blown blowjob. Let me have a try.”

It seems they were both a little reluctant when Reuben slid his cock out of Justine’s mouth and backed away, but it really was now my turn.

I tried to remember all of Reuben’s moves, but when I slid my rigid dick up under Justine’s skirt, she opened her legs and I hit something soft and very wet. “Oh, do that again, big boy!” she breathed, moving to increase the contact between my cock and her pussy. I slid up and down her open slit, and she let out a couple of contented sighs.

“Hey man, tease her, but don’t give her everything she wants. Remember, white boy; the lady has to pay for what she’s gettin’.”

I’d been enjoying the feeling of Justine’s pussy lips on my dick, so I reluctantly slid back, trying to re-trace Reuben’s route, down Justine’s arms — her palms up this time, so she stroked my dick with each hand in turn — and then across her face. I tried a variation, approaching from the side and rubbing my pre-cum over her cheek. And then she turned her head toward me and took a big mouthful of cock.

And about then, Reuben got down on his knees, pushed Justine’s legs wider apart and went in head first. I could feel Justine’s moan through my cock as Reuben’s tongue ran a wet trail up her slit. And a few moments later, her skirt was up around her waist and Reuben had his mouth and both hands fully engaged in Justine’s tight little slit as she gave me possibly the best blowjob she’d so far achieved on my dick.

Quite how it happened I can’t remember, but a few minutes later, Justine ended up kneeling on the chair and sucking my dick while Reuben fucked her from behind. With her mouth so full — and I promise you, Justine appeared to be trying hard to deep-throat me — all I could hear were muffled grunts and squeaks as Reuben really hammered away. But I noticed when she came; she almost bit my cock, and there were squeals coming from her throat. And then she got hold of my hips and kinda pushed me away.

“Tommy,” she gasped, her voice hoarse. “Switch around. Fuck me hard like Reuben did. Reuben, get the condom off. I want to suck you dry.”

I was pleased to see that Reuben had been wearing a condom. Justine and me, we had an understanding; bareback with each other, safe with anyone else. It seemed that Reuben kinda understood this too, or maybe he’d fucked so many women for money that every time he put his dick in one, he automatically rubbered-up first.

So we moved around a sweat-covered, panting Justine, a little like we’d circled each other during our act, and resumed our spit-roasting. Reuben had already stretched Justine’s nicely-snug pussy, so I went in quickly and easily. There was, of course, none of Rosa’s aversion to deep penetration, and I felt Justine come again only a minute or two after I’d started a rapid jackhammer routine, slamming repeatedly into the depths of her cunt and forcing her forward onto Reuben’s cock.

When the three of us finally separated, there seemed to be a lot of fluids around. In addition to two generous loads of semen, there was a mess of throat-goo and a pool of pussy-juice, all dribbling out of Justine. She seemed utterly spaced-out, and only seemed to be able to let out gasps and hoarse whispers. Reuben fixed her another bourbon and soda, which she gulped down, presenting her glass to request another — and then another.

That night, we slept in the same bed, Justine between Reuben and me. It felt a bit weird, but I’d certainly enjoyed this threesome a heck of a lot more than the one I’d had with Faith and Bryan. After breakfast, I took Justine home before driving on to college. She was very quiet on the journey, so when we got to her place, I asked Justine how she felt about the night before.

“Tommy, that was probably the best sex I’ve had in a very long time. My throat and pussy are both sore this morning, and I have a slight hangover from all the whiskey I drank, but I still get a little flushed when I think about what you guys did to me last night. I hope you don’t mind that I let your friend fuck me.”

“Why should I mind? You don’t object when I fuck other women, I’m almost certainly gonna fuck some more tonight, and I love it that Reuben gave you such a good time.”

“And you, Tommy. Don’t forget, that last orgasm was on your cock. You can always make me come, and I love that.” She leaned over and kissed me. “Will I see you before your show tonight?”

“Sure, I’ll come home and shower first.”

“Cool. I’ll fix us something light to eat. You wouldn’t want to strip — or fuck — on an empty stomach. And I guess there won’t be another cum-shower for me tonight?” She smiled.

“Sorry, no, baby. I need to keep it all in so I can use it for the paying public.” It was my turn to lean over and kiss her.

At college, I found it hard to concentrate on my classes. My thoughts keep going bolu escort back to the previous night, and then forward to what I was going to do that night. Stripping for Justine, giving her a lap dance and then fucking her had been so hot, but I wondered whether I could do that in public. I guessed that fucking a woman in the open area of the club, in front of an audience of other women, was probably not allowed, but almost everything else would have to happen with many ladies looking on. Would I be nervous? Could I perform? Could I even get it up?

It didn’t help that I saw Brianna and Minnie in the hallway. Minnie smiled and said “Hi!” like she was pleased to see me, but Brianna just gave me a look and said “Next time you’re around, you must introduce us to your boyfriend.” I nearly suggested they come to see me at the club, which would’ve stopped the taunts for good, but it was more important to me, back then, to retain my anonymity than score points with a girl I’d refused to fuck.

So that evening, after showering, having a small dish of pasta Alfredo and getting a very hot and passionate kiss from Justine, I arrived at the club around eight. Reuben was already there, and my costume, which I’d left at his place, was laid out on a table in what passed for a dressing room.

I’d undressed and started to put on my costume for the first performance when the door opened and in came the cute girl from the audition. I remembered that the boss lady had called her Francine. I saw her eyes widen as she took in two semi-naked male bodies. She smiled.

“Hey guys, just to let you know. When you’ve finished your routine, it’s usual to head off the stage and circulate among the audience. I’ll clear the stage of your outfits and bring them back here.” She looked down and the bulge in the front of my underpants, then at Reuben’s dick, as he hadn’t started to dress. “My, I’m sure the ladies will be delighted with what you have to offer. Do you mind if I have a feel before you start?”

I looked at Reuben, who smiled back.

“Sure. Are you, like, a fluffer, Francine?”

She smiled. “Please call me Frankie — all my friends do. But no, not really. I just like the feel of dick. But maybe I could do something like that if it would help.” She moved between Reuben and me, took Reuben’s dick in one hand and slid the other inside my pants to stroke mine. It felt very good.

I’d heard people talk about ‘fluffers’, who allegedly worked in the porn industry, back in the 70s and 80s. They’d be employed to blow a porn actor who couldn’t get an erection before a scene. I’d be happy to let her perform that service on me, before or after the show — or even on stage if it was allowed. And the gentle hand-job was working its magic.

“Mmm, nice!” she said. “So big! You guys are really gonna blow the ladies away tonight.”

“Maybe one or two of them would like to blow me too,” Reuben said with a sly smile.

“You’re really pretty,” I said to her. “I don’t know what they’re paying you here, but surely you could earn more as a stripper.”

She smiled back at me. Yes, she really was pretty, and quite cute looking. She seemed about my age. She had long, blonde hair, a turned-up nose, big blue eyes, a petite frame with tits that seemed a little too large for her, slim hips and nice long legs. She had on a pair of denim shorts and a tight t-shirt. I could see no sign of a bra.

“I did work for a while as a stripper. I – I even turned some tricks, but the guys weren’t nice. Some were OK, some even tried to make me come, and a few succeeded. But are lot were skuzzy and some wanted to hurt me or treat me badly. I enjoy nice dicks, but I really don’t like nasty assholes.” She smiled. “And your dicks are really nice.” She said the word ‘really’ with a kind of breathlessness.

“If you’d like some later — not tonight, but when maybe we’re not busy — I’d be happy to offer it; no charge. And I’ll be nice to you. Promise.”

She smiled broadly. By now, she’d made me almost fully hard, and my cock was sticking up through the waistband of my pants.

“I’m sure you would. You seem a nice guy. Both of you do.” For a moment, she seemed to have forgotten about Reuben, even as she was stroking his cock. “But, ohmygod, I don’t know if I could — if I could take that!” she said with a wide-eyed expression. “It’s enormous. I mean, even Reuben here isn’t that big, and he’s pretty huge.”

I could see that Reuben was enjoying the treatment he was getting. I was tempted to see whether the pair of us should give Frankie a treat before the show. Then I glanced at the clock. Shit, we had just fifteen minutes!

“Hey, Frankie, I appreciate your help in getting us ready, but we need to get our costumes on now. I think if I let you do any more, the ladies out there are gonna be disappointed.” I leaned in and kissed her. It was a nice kiss. And her nice perky tits felt good through her t-shirt, pressed against my chest. Definitely later. And not too much later. She smiled at me and left.

It was hard to get my erect cock back inside the tight, tear-off underpants. I had to aim it sideways and refasten the Velcro straps. I could see that Reuben had the same problem. I thought ‘if I have a problem getting hard tonight, I’m going to remember Frankie’s hand-job.’

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The sun rose over the City of Libreville, Capital of the Gabonese Republic. Allain Ondo sat in the basement of Phebus Laboratories, a high-tech facility housed in the Asma Quarter of southern Libreville. The big and tall, dark-skinned young African man got up, yawned and stretched. He’d spent the whole night watching the cameras in the security control center, and as usual, nothing happened. The huge laboratory housed high-tech equipment ranging from forensics to cutting edge scientific research in DNA, and was a crown jewel of the growing Gabonese scientific community. Allain takes his job seriously, but the Gabonese brother does get bored…

Allain Ondo even managed to complete the business ethics homework which Professor Helene Masuku of the Omar Bongo University assigned to him two days ago. Tall, curvy, dark-skinned and sexy, Professor Helene Masuku reminded Allain of American movie star Tracee Ellis Ross, only darker and with more ass. The professor is a difficult lady and a tough grader, but Allain enjoys her classes. Allain doesn’t mind hard work. It leads to success. That’s right, Allain isn’t just a security guard. The burly African brother is a college student and wants to work for the Government of Gabon someday. Allain could see himself as a big-shot businessman or Gabonese government minister with an office in downtown Libreville someday. The brother has ambition and still believes in his dreams. Nothing wrong with that.

Allain looked at some porn on his phone, and distracted himself while the sky slowly turned from dark blue to pink outside. Phebus Labs was still silent even though the City of Libreville was starting to wake up. The twelve-hour overnight shift is hell for most security guards but Allain didn’t mind it. The security company paid him two dollars extra just to work the overnight shift, and since the lab was usually empty, with the scientists and staff gone home for the night, there wasn’t much to do. Watching porn discretely on his phone seemed like a good way to pass the time. Allain made sure that the security camera couldn’t see him, of course…

“That’s more like it,” Allain said to himself, and he watched as his favorite porn star, transgender icon TS Madison fucked a big black man. With her curvy body, pretty face, big tits, big ass and smooth chocolate skin, not to mention her huge black cock, TS Madison was perfect as far as Allain was concerned. In the video, TS Madison bent a dreadlocked black man over and fucked him up the ass with her huge black cock. TS Madison fucked the brother real good and made him scream like a bitch. Allain felt his dick harden. Hot damn, if Allain lived in America, he would have gone after TS Madison.

“Damn that’s hot,” Allain said to himself, and he watched over videos where TS Madison did her thing. Whether she’s sucking a brother’s dick, riding a brother’s dick, or fucking a brother up the ass, TS Madison looked strong and sexy. The curvy, brown-skinned transgender porn star had bigger tits than the average cisgender black lady, and way more ass. Allain watched the videos, seriously besni escort wishing he were the one getting ass fucked by TS Madison. Why are all the hot transgender black porn stars in America? Black American men have all the luck. Gabonese men like Allain can only dream of this kind of action!

That’s right, ladies and gentlemen, Allain Ondo the handsome Gabonese gentleman is bisexual. Bisexual black men are everywhere, including the Central African nations of the Motherland of Africa. Allain finished watching the video, and then smiled to himself. One of these days, Allain would love to vacation in the United States, especially someplace like Atlanta, or Miami. Those cities seemed to be full of hot cisgender women and transgender women as well. Allain is attracted to both cisgender women and transgender women. Allain will let another man suck his dick but he won’t fuck another man, or let another man fuck him. Every bisexual man or heteroflexible man has his own standards and does things his own way. They’re not all the same.

Last night, Allain’s boredom was lessened by the arrival of Marguerite Assonouet, the cleaning lady. Tall and chubby, with large breasts, wide hips, thick legs and a big round ass, Marguerite looked much younger than her fifty seven years. The dark-skinned, voluptuous Gabonese MILF had one of those thick asses that Allain couldn’t help noticing. The fact that Marguerite wore a wedding ring and constantly mentioned her husband Joseph Assonouet did not dissuade Allain from pursuing her. Any man can pursue any woman, whether she’s married or single, lesbian or heterosexual. Once a woman says no, it means no, but prior to that, a man can dream…

When Marguerite came to work last night, she seemed miserable and forlorn, and Allain picked up on that. Leaving the security control center to make his rounds around the lab, Allain approached Marguerite. Technically, the security patrols on the overnight shift are supposed to be a two-man job, but Allain’s co-worker Jean Milama called in sick, and Allain had to handle things solo for a while. It turned out to be a stroke of luck, because Allain couldn’t have hollered at Marguerite with Jean Milama around. Sometimes, unexpected things happen and it still works out for the best…

“My husband Joseph is cheating on me, I saw him coming out of the Baphomet House,” Marguerite said, her eyes brimming with tears. Allain smiled and nodded, sensing a great opportunity. The Baphomet House was a place catering to men who have sex with men, and there was a plethora of crossdressers, transvestites and other unique escorts working there. Allain thought about going there but he didn’t have the cash. It’s not exactly a cheap establishment and Allain is still a college student. The Gabonese brother can barely pay his rent, tuition and feed himself and his little dog Harriet. Allain can’t afford that type of entertainment…

“I am so sorry, tell me all about it,” Allain said to the teary-eyed Marguerite, and he gently took her hand and sat her down. Marguerite sniffed, and then beykoz escort told Allain everything. Marguerite regaled Allain with her tale of woe. Apparently, Joseph had begun sneaking around, and Marguerite followed him around, thinking he was fucking some of the hot young Gabonese women living in Libreville. As it turns out, Joseph is secretly bisexual, and likes to suck some dick on the side at Baphomet House. Cherry, one of the transvestite escorts working at Baphomet House even told Marguerite that Joseph loves to get ass fucked. Desperate, Marguerite didn’t know what to do…

“I love my husband, I wish he would stop messing around with others, I feel ugly and alone, he wants things I cannot give him,” Marguerite said, sniffing. Allain smiled and gently brought Marguerite’s hand to his lips. Looking into Marguerite’s brown eyes, Allain assured her that she was beautiful, and it’s not her fault that Joseph likes dick a bit more than he likes pussy. Allain left out the part where he’s bisexual as well because Marguerite didn’t need to know his business. Besides, Marguerite has that Gabonese MILF pussy and since she was so wonderfully vulnerable, Allain decided to shoot his shot. What can it hurt?

“Marguerite, if you were my woman, I’d never cheat on you with anyone, you’re too beautiful to waste your time with this fool Joseph,” Allain said, sighing with admirable false sincerity. Marguerite looked at the big and tall, handsome young Gabonese man who sat opposite her. Truth be told, Marguerite found Allain quite handsome, but she resisted his flirtations before due to the fact that she loved her husband Joseph. Well, since Joseph is too busy chasing dick to appreciate Marguerite and her womanly charms, the lady decided that two can play that game…

“You are something else, Allain,” Marguerite said, her lovely face drawing closer to his. Allain grinned, and then kissed her. A man must seize the moment or forever lament not taking a chance. It’s yay or nay with the ladies at the end of the day. Marguerite surprised herself by kissing Allain passionately. The two of them began doing their thing, right in the cleaners quarters inside Phebus Labs. Making a mental note to wipe the security footage later, Allain worked his magic with Marguerite. The tall, chubby and sexy Gabonese MILF never knew what hit her…

“Just relax,” Allain said to Marguerite, who grinned and nodded. Hiking up her long traditional skirt, Marguerite revealed those thick, sexy dark thighs of hers. On his knees, Allain beheld the Gabonese MILF’s glory. Pulling down Marguerite’s panties, Allain sniffed her hairy pussy. Nodding gently, Allain went to work. Marguerite licked her lips as Allain buried his face between her legs and began eating her pussy. Joseph hasn’t gone down on Marguerite in ages, and now she knows why. Oh well, Joseph’s loss is Allain’s incredible gain as far as Marguerite is concerned…

“Slow down, handsome, take your time,” Marguerite said to Allain, who nodded. The young Gabonese man lathered the lady’s pussy with his tongue, sucked beylikdüzü escort on her clit and worked his fingers into her wet pussy. Marguerite leaned back on the chair and felt her nipples harden as Allain worked his magic on her. Allain flicked his tongue over Marguerite’s clit, and twisted his fingers inside her pussy. Marguerite let out a happy moan and Allain grinned as he continued to do his thing. Soon, Marguerite found herself squirming and groaning in pleasure as Allain gave her pussy a serious lick-down. For the horny, forlorn Gabonese MILF, it’s fun to make up for lost time…

“Such an amazing ass,” Allain said to Marguerite, who laughed. On all fours, face down and big ass up, Marguerite grinned as Allain ate her pussy from behind. Marguerite’s huge brown ass gave Allain a great visual to work with. After working her over like this, Allain was ready for more. So was Marguerite. Rolling a condom on his hard dick, Allain began his approach into her. Marguerite let out a happy sigh as Allain gripped her hips, angling her just right, and thrust his cock into her pussy. The big-booty Gabonese MILF groaned as Allain’s dick popped into her sweet spot. Just like that, he began to fuck her with slow, deep strokes.

“Hmm, don’t stop,” Marguerite murmured as Allain gripped her wide hips and leaned into her. Allain licked his lips as he felt Marguerite’s pussy grip his dick. For a mature black lady, Marguerite was pleasantly tight, and Allain thanked his lucky stars for that. He began fucking her with wild abandon, slamming his dick into her pussy. Marguerite squealed in delight, her big ass shaking as Allain pounded her. She hadn’t had it this good in ages. Allain and Marguerite fucked like this for a while, their screams of passion echoing across the empty hallways of Phebus Labs. They went at it like this for quite some time, then paused to catch their breath…

“You’re a unique woman,” Allain said to Marguerite, who smiled and readjusted her work clothes. They bantered a bit, and then returned to their assigned duties. This was a fun quickie and nothing more. Allain headed back to the security control center with a smile on his face. Marguerite resumed cleaning the offices and labs of Phebus Labs, and at the end of her shift, she turned in her access card and keys, then drove home. After wishing Marguerite a good day, Allain went back to his routine. Allain stayed inside the security control center, and wiped out the footage from the cleaners quarters event. No use getting fired over workplace pussy. Allain is smarter than that, thank you very much.

The young Gabonese man did his homework, watched porn, and awaited the dawn. There wasn’t much else for Allain to do, come to think of it. Outside Phebus Labs, the sky turned a pale blue. It looked like the beginning of a beautiful day in the Central African nation. When the clock hit seven in the morning, the daytime security team arrived, along with the Phebus Lab science team and staff. Allain greeted them, turned in his security report, and headed home. Once Allain got home, he walked and fed his dog Harriet, and then went to bed. Allain would sleep until mid-afternoon, and then head to the Omar Bongo University campus for his evening classes. Just another day in the life of a bisexual black man living in the City of Libreville, Gabonese Republic…

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January is a very special woman. At least, I think so, and I doubt I am the only one. She is smart, outgoing, kind, and heart-stoppingly beautiful. I have had a crush on her for longer than we have been friends, and I have been her friend long enough that I can talk with her and not get tongue-tied and keep the more obvious physical manifestations of my feelings for her under control, but I am sure she suspects something. It may be that she has the impression that I call all my female friends “Beautiful” and ”Sweetheart.” Perhaps it is best that she think that; she hasn’t asked, and I am certainly not going to volunteer the truth.

We were meeting for a drink; we hadn’t seen each other for quite a few months, and we had each started new jobs recently, so it was time to catch up. We sat together at a lovely neighbourhood bar and chatted for hours. I don’t think either of us stopped smiling for the whole time, and we couldn’t keep our eyes off each other! Our conversation went in all directions, covering our previous jobs, our new jobs, the weather, friends in common, family and acquaintances. I think I could listen to her talk for hours, but she is so gentle and graceful that I always feel like a frog-voiced brute in her presence.

Finally, she looked at her watch. This was the minute I had been dreading, but I knew it was coming. We would say good-bye, and not meet again for a few months. I’d been through this before, and was used to it, but it was never easy. I took a breath, and steeled myself.

Her next words surprised me.

“You have a crush on me.”

It was very matter-of-fact. It was tough to tell whether she felt flattered or offended, but it was clear she had known for a very long time. I looked back into her beautiful eyes. There didn’t seem to be much to say to that, so I just nodded and smiled.

“I’m glad to see that my statement doesn’t make you panic. I really like you too. And I can sense how much you want me every time we’re together. I know exactly how you feel, but I’ve been burnt before, so I now have some tests I put men through before I’ll consider dating them. They will make sure that we’re compatible, that you trust me, and that you are as open-minded as I am. If you pass the tests, we can do everything you’ve ever wanted to do. If you don’t, we stay as friends, if you’re comfortable with that. Some of the tests are very intimate and one-sided, and most guys who don’t make it can’t look me in the eye again afterwards. I have to admit I’ve been evaluating you over the past few years to gauge how you’ll manage, and I have high hopes that you’ll do just fine.”

I couldn’t say no, naturally.

“I’m in. When do we start? Just tell me what to do.”

“Follow me.”

I went with her. My car was parked two minutes away, with a meter which was going to expire in twenty minutes, but a parking ticket or towing fee seemed like a small price to pay. We headed up the hill to side street where she was parked. She opened the door for me, and I got in. She drove to a nearby plaza, and parked just on front of the drug store. Rush hour was almost over, and traffic was light.

“Here’s your first mission. Go in there and buy both an enema and condoms. Unlubricated condoms, without any spermicide. The brand doesn’t matter. Bring back the receipt, so I can make sure you bought them at the same time from the same sales clerk.”

That really didn’t sound so hard. I could see some guys being a little embarrassed by purchasing one, the other, or both, but I had no problem with it. I found them easily, and was back in her car within four minutes brandishing the receipt. She gave it a quick look, and said “good” beyoğlu escort just loud enough that I could hear it.

We went on to her place. “We’re here. Don’t forget your purchases,” she said. I got out of the car and followed her inside. As soon as we got inside her door, she said, “strip.” I knew she had a roommate – in fact, I had known her roommate longer than I had known her, but she had told me that this was a trust exercise. If her roommate saw me, either she was in on it, which was cool with me, or January would have some explaining to do, which was also not going to worry me. I have nothing to be ashamed of in that department. I undressed completely without hesitation.

She looked at me, and smiled. “Your are already doing better than most. Follow me.”

She led me to the bathroom, and put a towel down on the floor. “Supine,” she commanded, and I lay down. She picked up the enema bottle. “Lift your legs in the air. I’m going to administer this. You have to be very clean for the next part of the test. Now relax.” This was a new experience for me, but it was far from unpleasant. I felt as if I was her pet, her property, her plaything, and I loved it. I made myself breathe normally, and forced my buttocks to relax. I felt a slight pushing where things don’t normally push, then a sensation of fullness, and finally, a withdrawal. I looked up at January. She was looking at her watch.

“Now just lie there until you need to get up. Let’s try to keep that in for ten minutes. Don’t worry, this isn’t part of the test; when it hits you, you can’t fight it, and if I have to clean my towel or the floor, we’re done here.”

She smiled as she said it, but I certainly didn’t want any accidents on my watch any more than she did. I lay there, more vulnerable than I had ever felt in my life, while she stood over me counting the minutes. Just after she reached seven, I felt incipient uncontrollable spasms. “It’s time,” I said, and got up.

“You have five minutes to finish your business and clean yourself up. If you take a shower, you’ll have to use my towel.”

She checked her watch once more and left the room, leaving the door open. Fortunately, nature took its course very quickly, and I was out of the shower and drying off well before she came back in to say “Time’s up. You’re still in the game. Now onto the next mission.”

I followed her mutely into her bedroom.

“Shut your eyes. I have a surprise for you.”

I closed my eyes, but listened intently. I could hear her walk away from me, over to the wall. A drawer opened and closed, and then another. I could hear rustling, and was sure she was removing her jeans. I could feel myself starting to get hard at the idea. Apparently, she was still watching me.

“Oho, so you like what you hear, do you? I hope you like the surprise that goes with it!”

I kept my eyes shut, trying to decipher what I was hearing, but it was too quiet. Finally, I heard her giggle.

“Now we’ll see what kind of man you are. Open your eyes and look at me.”

I turned my head to face her. She was wearing skin-tight black tights and, strapped around her waist, was a harness holding a good-sized dildo. On some women, this would have looked scary or lame, but on her, it was incredibly sexy and exciting. I could not hide how I felt about seeing her like that. She went over and sat on the bed. Reaching behind herself, she grabbed a pillow and dropped it on the floor on front of her.

“Get on your knees and show me what you would like me to do to you.”

As I bounded across the room and knelt down before her, I saw her look at her watch again. I’d never done anything biga escort like this before, and I think she knew it, but by now, we were both fairly confident I would enjoy myself.

I leaned towards it, and kissed the tip, shyly. Then I ran my tongue around it, and up and down. I was more excited than I thought I should be, but realized quickly that I was more open-minded than I had given myself credit for being. I spent a few more minutes kissing and licking it before deciding to take the plunge. I put both my lips around it, and, gently at first, lowered my head towards her body. It felt completely natural, both physically and emotionally. I felt an almost unbearable strength in my own manhood as I took her into my mouth. Up and down I rocked, resting my hands on her thighs and moving only my neck. Soon, to my great embarrassment, I could feel my saliva flowing towards her. I was drooling like a baby. I slid my hands in and circled the base of her shaft with my fingers. I tightened my lips around her, and started moving more rapidly. It felt great to be so aggressive. I slowed down for a few seconds to see how far I could go without gagging. I think I did okay, but I would have to go home and buy a one of these of my own to practise on. I knew I could do better.

I looked up at her, and winked. She was grinning ear to ear. I kept at it, and finally she said,

“Okay, Killer, that’s enough. Outstanding job. You’re quite the little cock slut, aren’t you?”

She said it with affection, and even a little surprise and respect.

“I never really thought of myself that way, but I suppose, at least if you’re involved, I am!”

She was still smiling.

“So am I, as I hope you get the chance to find out. We have two more tasks to go. They are both very important. The next one is likely to be a little painful at first, but I really, really hope you like it.”

I smiled, maybe a little weakly. I had a pretty good idea of what was coming my way. I tried to speak confidently.

“Where do you want me?”

“Sit at the edge of the bed facing me, then lie back. I think you’ve figured out where this is going, so I am not going to explain it too much. I am going to use plenty of lube, and I will be very gentle, at least to start. Do yourself a favour, and try to breathe normally. If you hold your breath, it will hurt more. And try to keep those lovely blue eyes of yours open. I really to want to be able to see them while I’m doing you.”

I sat on the bed as she asked, and lay back. My legs were hanging a little awkwardly over the edge; I was curious to see the logistics. I looked over at her. She had put one of the condoms on her now somewhat intimidating prosthesis and, true to her word, she was applying a generous helping of a shiny clear gel.

Then she stepped over to me, holding a towel in her left hand.

“Spread your legs, and put them on my shoulders.”

I complied, smiling. I was starting to get excited at the prospect of her taking me. I had never experienced this before, and was looking forward to it.

“Oh, and put on one of the condoms. Just in case.”

It felt strange knowing that she was watching me from between my legs and above, but I was certainly hard enough that it went on easily. After I had finished, she reached down to my backside, and I felt her rub a substantial amount of her gel around, on, and even a little inside the entrance to my unexplored depths. I took a deep breath, and then another.

Again I felt some pushing, and then the completely new and most definitely pleasant sensation of being penetrated by someone. It was indescribably erotic and intimate. bilecik escort I felt movement, and more pushing. It was quite comfortable, really. I looked at her. She was not as close to me as I had expected; my legs were still braced on her shoulders, but her body was over a foot away from me. I realized she was softening me up, as it were, with her fingers. I guess this would ease her entry when the time came.

I felt a third finger come into me. This was starting to stretch things a little. It wasn’t painful, but it also wasn’t entirely pleasant. I forced myself to smile, and kept my eyes on her beautiful face for comfort. I saw an intense combination of compassion, lust, and determination in her look. Knowing her history as a runner of many marathons, I recognized clear as day that there would be no turning back for either of us. I took another deep breath to relax myself as her fingers withdraw. I felt her wipe her hand on her towel as she stepped forward, closing the last few inches between us. I felt the hardness of her substitute manhood against me, and then a very quick push, and she was inside me. Remembering her advice, I kept breathing. It hurt, more than I had expected it to, but it was also novel and exciting. I could see that this would always be exciting with her, even if it stopped being novel. She pushed herself further into me, and further. As she had promised, she was very gentle with me. She stayed still for a few seconds, to let me get used to all the new sensations streaming though me.

She pulled back a little, and then pushed in again. She repeated the action, with less of a pause and with a little more speed. Again and again she thrust into me, and each time it felt better. She kept up a relatively easy pace, no doubt so she wouldn’t tire herself out. My pulse was racing with excitement, and I felt out of breath, but I forced myself to relax. I was really starting to enjoy this.

I lost complete track of how long we spent like this, but eventually, she quickened her pace. I felt a powerful excitement flood through me, and I was soon quivering a little with every thrust. Finally, when I felt I couldn’t take any more of this incredible pleasure, I felt myself caught in a powerful quake of pleasure. I gasped, moaned, and almost screamed at the same time as I spasmed in the most intense explosion of sexual energy I had ever experienced. I felt exhausted, physically, mentally, and emotionally. She pulled out, completely this time, and stepped back.

“That was amazing, and wonderful, just like you. Thank you.”

She smiled at my words as she removed the harness and put it down.

“That was fun. I enjoyed it myself. You know there’s one more part to the test?”

“I remember. I can’t wait to find out what it is.”

I looked at her expectantly.

She sat on the bed beside me, and reached towards my crotch. Careful not to spill a drop of my essence, she peeled the condom off me. I was still lying down, watching her. She put the open end to my lips. Holding it around my lips with one hand, she pushed it into my mouth with the other. I was tired no, too tired to find this titillating, but it would be a disappointment for both of us if I were to falter here. It wasn’t, couldn’t be, more than a few drops. I felt it fall onto the back of my tongue, and decided to take a little more charge of it. My tongue circled her finger nestled in the condom, and then I took her other hand in mind and slowly pulled the condom out of my mouth, trying to clean with my lips. Once it was almost out, I pushed it slowly back in again, more in an attempt to retain her interest than because I felt it needed a second run. This time, I pulled it out all the way. It was completely clean.

She was glowing with pleasure, and maybe some pride.

“Congratulations, you passed all the tests with flying colours. We are going to have some very fun times together.”

I knew she was right.

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The next day dawned bright and clear as Andre woke up. Rubbing his eyes, Andre slowly gained consciousness of his surroundings. Both Silvie and Lin had already gotten up. They had thoughtfully closed the blinds in the bedroom letting him rest. As Andre got up and stepped out into the hall, he could see the city of Bangkok sparkling in the sun. The bright sunshine was a welcome change from the drab weather of London. The girls it appeared were busy preparing breakfast and setting the house in order. As Andre stepped out on to the open terrace in the sunshine, he could spy Silvie’s perky white bottom shining in the sun. As per his instructions, she was wearing no panties and only her teeny tiny French maid skirt. As Silvie bent down to arrange some cushions by the pool, her pussy started glinting in the sunshine.

Filled with lust, Andre approached her from behind. Busy with the vacuum, Silvie did not hear him approach. Feeling a strong urge to caress her ass, Andre grabbed her butt from behind as Silvie let out a small whimper of surprise.

“Continue with your work,” Andre ordered Silvie as he now gave her ass cheeks a tight smack making her moan with a mix of pleasure and pain. Satisfied Andre now bent down on feast on her exposed pussy. Burying his face in Silvie’s ass, Andre licked and sucked her pussy.

Silvie was now moaning loudly as Andre probed her pussy deeper with his tongue. Out of the corner of his eye, Andre could spy Lin approaching. She was carrying him a large breakfast tray which she now proceeded to set on one of the pool tables.

In want for some real food, Andre released Silvie from his grasp. Lin now approached him as he sat down on one of the poolside sofas to have his breakfast. Andre’s cock was already fully erect and he motioned to Lin to start sucking as he feasted on toast and eggs.

Lin was definitely talented Andre thought as he sampled her cooking while she sucked ferociously on his cock. While he had selected Lin for the opportunity of fucking her big boobs and curvy figure, the cooking skills were definitely a bonus.

Andre’s cock though at full mast was not as excitable as the previous night having already shot off two loads. As he was getting late for his first day in office, Andre told Lin to stop sucking so that he could shower and get ready.

After his shower as he stepped out, the girls were waiting for him with his clothes neatly laid out for him.

“Would you like me to assist you master?” Silvie asked as Andre stood buck naked and dripping wet on the bathroom floor.

“Sure,” Andre nodded wondering what assistance was being envisaged.

Both the girls now stepped forward with a set of towels to dry him paying special attention to his groin. Post that Lin brought a fresh pair of briefs to ensconce his cock and a neatly ironed pair of shirt and trousers. The girls dressed him as Andre stood there feeling like some baby.

Right from spraying him with cologne to combing his hair the girls it appeared were enjoying dressing him up like some doll. They sure were meticulous Andre thought as Silvie knotted his tie perfectly while Lin zipped up his pants.

As Andre glanced at himself in the mirror, he realized that he looked really smart. The girls had definitely upgraded him from the slap dash manner in which Andre would dress earlier in London.

As he stepped out to take the lift, Lin asked “Any special requests for dinner, master?”

“Surprise me,” Andre replied with a cheeky grin stepping into the lift.

Downstairs a private chauffeur driven Merc was already waiting for him, the senior exec from London. Definitely an upgrade from being smashed in the tube, Andre reminisced as the chauffeur held the door open for him with a smile.

The office was a short distance in a skyscraper in the central business district. As Andre entered, he was greeted by Ratchan, one of the local marketing execs part of his new team. Ratchan was a wiry fellow with a face that looked like he was permanently grinning like a monkey. Andre had already interacted with Ratchan over video from London before and Ratchan had been guiding him about the shift to his new role in battalgazi escort Bangkok.

“Welcome to Bangkok Sir. Hope you had a comfortable trip!” Ratchan asked with a faux obsequious smile.

“Ratchan, I’ve told you many times to just call me Andre. It was a long journey for sure, but I am already in love with place,” he replied with a grin.

“Allow me to lead you to your new office,” Ratchan gestured as he led him into the office.

Andre was to be his own boss in Bangkok with direct reporting to the London marketing head. There was however an Australian guy, Mike who was the local sales head at a level equal to his own. As one of the two leads in the office, Andre was entitled to one of the two large cabins at either end of the office with the rest of team of roughly 50 people spread in between.

“We have planned introductions later in the day,” Ratchan mentioned as the people in the office got up to greet him.

“Sure,” Andre replied noticing that most of the crowd was made up of young guys but then this was an Alchobev company and he knew that alchohol sales were largely taboo for any aspiring female employee in this geography.

As Andre stepped into his office, he let out a neat whistle. The space was simply massive with views across Downtown Bangkok. The cabin was also designed in a private manner with walls and a large sound proof door unlike the open plan layouts of London. It might get boring all alone in this massive place, Andre wondered as he took his seat.

Andre had barely settled in before the door flew open and a large heavy set roughish looking blonde guy in his 30’s stepped in.

“Hi Dude! Mike this side,” he grinned extending him hand in greeting.

“So nice to see you in person,” Andre replied, returning the handshake.

“Hope you are liking the place?” Mike asked as they settled down on a corner sofa in the office.

“It’s a definitely a big upgrade from London!” Andre replied smiling back.

“It sure will feel like that. Was a bit of culture shock for me when I first came over. Was the only white dude trying to grasp the local nuances. But not to worry, you’ll have me to guide you for sure”

“That’s definitely a mercy,” Andre replied.

“Could you ask Annie to send the new girl over?” Mike asked Ratchan who nodded and left.

“Annie’s my personal secretary,” Mike told Andre. “You’ll be getting one as well. Annie mentioned that a new girl has already been hired to help get you going immediately. This is definitely one of the bigger perks being a head here in the Bangkok office. Annie’s my one stop shop for everything,” Mike grinned and gave Andre a wink as he smiled back inquisitively.

“Hope you too are a bachelor dude!” Mike asked as Andre nodded back. “Bangkok is wasted on married people though marriage is hardly a hindrance for the local guys here,” Mike said laughingly.

“Having a PA is quite necessary here not just to navigate the local language and customs but also given our jobs in the alchobev business. You wouldn’t believe the amount of red tape and local govt officials that we need to meet and win over to keep the business running. I can’t remember the number of deals where Annie helped me swing things in our favour just by translating my words with a smile or keeping the horny fucker distracted with her sexy figure,” Mike added with a wink.

Mike had barely finished when a strikingly sexy voluptuous girl entered the room. Andre involuntarily let out a whistle as his eyes scanned her figure from top to bottom.

The girl had golden hair and a face that looked fresh out of college. From her facial features it was apparent that she was a local but quite unlike any Thai girl Andre had seen before. Her eyes had a seductive depth set against luscious lips that were just begging to be kissed. A perfectly sculpted jawline was definitely a rarity in this region. As Andre’s eyes moved downwards, he noted the massive cleavage staring in his face. The girl was wearing a tight blouse which framed her ample bosom to perfection. She was definitely a C cup, Andre noted even accounting for any Bra padding.

Moving his bayburt escort visual scan downwards, Andre next noted the shapely legs on display as the girl was wearing a fairly short and tight business skirt.

“It appears that our chosen candidate meets your approval, Andre!” Mike laughed as he looked at Andre’s star struck face.

“Hello Sir! I am Rita, your new personal assistant. I hope I can perform as per your expectations,” Rita addressed Andre as Andre’s mind raced in all manners of kinky directions.

Already Andre had mentally undressed the girl and was imagining what her clit would look like. Jolted into reality by Rita’s proffered handshake, Andre smiled back at her and they shook hands.

“It will all be my pleasure Rita,” Andre replied with a hungry grin.

“Well, I guess I’ll leave Rita to guide you through setting up your office. Let’s go out for drinks later in the day. Allow me to showcase to you Bangkok’s crazy nightlife,” Mike grinned as he got up to leave.

“It sure was a pleasure meeting you, Mike. Looking forward to tonight,” Andre replied shaking Mike’s proffered hand.

As Mike left the office, he closed the door, leaving Andre and Rita alone in the large plush cabin.

Rita promptly took the seat right next to Andre on the sofa leaving him pleasantly surprised by her warm presence right next to him. Already he could feel his cock throbbing beneath his briefs begging to be unleashed. A large bulge had formed beneath his trousers from his erect dick.

Rita, it appeared was also soaking in the view with her eyes intently set on his crotch as Andre in turn stared at her boobs.

“Well, how would you like to start your day Sir,” Rita asked apparently ignore the massive bulge staring her in the face.

“I am quite unaware Rita about how these things work,” replied Andre regaining his composure. “What all tasks are you expected to fulfil for me?”

“It is my duty Sir to assist you in every manner possible to help complete your work. I can schedule your day, organize your calendar, translate for you, take your calls, help you destress as per your desire. I am completely at your disposal,” Rita replied with a seductive smile.

“Sure, then where do we begin?

“Perhaps I can help you release some tension before we start planning the day?” Rita asked quizzically as she also started massaging his leg with her hand.

His dick now bonkers with her hand stroking so close, Andre wondered if she really meant what he thought she meant. This was Thailand after all, Andre thought as he nodded.

As if released on some cue, Rita immediately went down on her knees on the carpet her face level with his throbbing erection. Then without any further ado, she started pulling down Andre’s zipper as the reality sunk in that his fantasy of sex in the office was well and truly underway.

The girl was definitely a professional, Andre noted as she expertly navigated the hooks of his trousers and his belt buckle. In no time she had his white brief exposed with his massive cock framed out beneath. Looking at it she smiled and looked up at him seductively as if waiting for permission to proceed. Andre simply nodded hungrily as Rita now stroked his brief framing his dick. A massive wet patch had already been created by all the pre cum Andre was releasing.

Rita proceeded to add to that by licking the wet patch on his brief sending sensations to the tip of his dick below. She sure knew how to tease, Andre noted as he mentally realized that the agency that Mike had been mentioning was definitely an escort agency. He wondered what hotness was Mike himself fucking in the form of his own PA, Annie.

Rita having teased Andre sufficiently, now pulled back his brief only to have Andre’s erect dick give her a wet smack across the face spraying pre cum all over it. Rita let out a delighted grin as she now started stroking Andre’s eight inches of manhood with her hands.

The thrill and naughtiness of doing it in the office, with the rest of his staff just across the door, had given Andre a truly massive boner, even by his own standards. Andre’s cock was rock hard bayrampaşa escort and throbbing like a vibrator. Rita too it appeared was somewhat stunned by his size and girth as she stared wide eyed at his cock.

Andre thrust his dick near Rita’s lips as though reminding her of the task assigned. Regaining her composure, Rita now opened her lips and let Andre’s dick enter the warm wetness of her mouth.

With her hands she gently pulled back his foreskin exposing his glans which she now started massaging with her swirling tongue. All this while with one hand she stroked his cock while with the other she massaged his balls. Andre admired her professional training at sucking cock as she activated new and unknown erogenous zones with her tongue and hands.

Andre let his head fall back and closed in eyes in a state of relaxation as Rita gave his cock an expert blowjob. Every time Andre would come close to shooting his load, she would pause leaving him quivering on edge for an extended orgasmic sensation. Finally, after the third time she set him on edge, Andre could resist no more and holding her head in his arms, started to fuck her face rapidly.

His cock already on edge exploded as he shot off a stream of cum inside the warmth of Rita’s mouth. Rita too slurped all his jizz hungrily not even letting a drop spill out. Finally done, Andre released Rita’s head and relaxed. Rita however proceeded to squeeze out of the last drops of cum by sucking on and stroking his penis. Post that she licked every last bit of his shaft clean and wrapped his now flaccid dick back in his underwear.

Zipping his pants back up, Rita now got up from the carpet and asked, “I hope that was satisfactory for you, Sir. I am also happy to take it in my pussy or ass anytime if you so desire. It is my job to keep you satisfied.”

“Yes, you sure are amazingly talented Rita. I can imagine we will have a great time together here. What work can we begin with today?,” Andre asked.

“Perhaps we can now begin with scheduling a connect with your team?”

“Yes, sure let’s do that, “Andre replied.

Rita now got up from the sofa and stepped out of the cabin.

In a bit she returned with a group of 10 guys who Andre recognized as the local marketing team from previous video connects that he had done with them from the London office.

All of the guys were roughly in their 20’s and Andre was definitely the oldest of the lot. Baby faced like most Asian guys, they were looking on cheekily at Rita’s figure as she moved around setting up some extra chairs. Andre was sure every one of these horny fuckers would happily bang Rita on the spot if given the go ahead.

Ratchan however was giving Andre a naughty grin and nodding at his crotch. Catching the hint in his eyes, Andre looked down and noticed that there was a slight wet patch near his zip, the aftermath of his recent session with Rita.

Hoping to save some modesty till he could establish authority over his team, Andre promptly took the seat behind the desk, hiding his stained pants from view.

The meeting proceeded with a quick round of introductions. The guys were talented and Andre was sure that with his experience they would make a great team. The rest of the day proceeded with the usual set of meetings and connects with the London office. Andre was quite familiar with the work having handled it remotely for the last one month. As the workday ended, Mike popped over in his office.

“Time for drinks dude! It’s just your first day, don’t want to set a bad vibe in the office,” Mike grinned as he sat himself down.

“Sure, let’s set out,” Andre replied.

“Is there anything else that I can assist you with,” Rita asked as Andre started packing up his laptop.

“No that would be all Rita. You did a perfect job today. See you tomorrow,” Andre replied as Mike lounged back in his chair and gave Rita a fresh scan.

“Perfect job, eh!” Mike grinned cheekily making a blowjob gesture as Rita stepped out of the room leaving Andre red faced.

“Dude, you did not take long to get started I must say. In the very first hour itself from what I heard. Good! Nice to have a fellow bachelor to join in on the fun,” said Mike giving Andre a friendly pat on the back.

“Annie hardly ever steps out of your own cabin, from what I heard,” Andre replied giving Mike a naughty wink.

“I’ve got the perfect club lined up, I think. Come, the drivers are waiting.”

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