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A New Beginning Ch. 02

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About an hour after the explosion our recreation officer gave me a list of the living and the dead; George was among the living. I asked Louis where he was. Our recreation officer told me he was in his cabin. After looking over the list I dismissed Louis with an order to find an appropriate movie or some other suitable program to put on over stations four and six of our onboard television stations. I wanted station two left off air in case I needed it.

As he was leaving the bridge Chantelle Dawn sent me a short text message over my cell TV-phone; she and Anthony had finished their detailed inspection of the damage to the spaceship.

I thought about calling her back but I didn’t want those on the bridge to hear my conversation with her. I wanted to meet with her in private in case the damage to the spaceship was more extensive than I had anticipated. If it was then I would give the crew only the bad news they needed to know; I didn’t want to alarm them any more than necessary.

I sent a text message to her to meet me in my cabin.

I looked around the bridge. Juan was at the helm closely watching the monitor in front of him. Natalie Amiee, sitting behind him, was typing something in on the computer. Behind her, Elizabeth Dee was just sitting at the engineer’s station. Both she and Victoria Rose, sitting behind me, were watching me intently. The three remaining seats in the rear were occupied only by the ghosts of the dead.

“Vickie, I’m going to my cabin for a few minutes, if anyone needs me call me over my cell TV-phone. Juan, maintain present course and speed. I’ll give you a course correction later, after Aleks gives me one. Beth, Natalie, the two of you just stay at your stations.”

As I entered the lower flight deck everyone’s eyes focused on me; they all expected me to say something. I paused at the top of the stairs leading to the elevator room, “Joseph, I’m going to my cabin for a few minutes; you’re in charge. If George shows up call me on my cell TV-phone immediately. I’ve put Juan in charge of the helm until I return. Joshua will you accompany me. The rest of y’all remain at your stations for now.”

Chantelle and her first security officer were waiting for me outside my berth when we got there. I told Anthony to return to his station next to the brig.

As soon as the hatch slid close, “Chantelle, Butler is dead along with about half of our crew. I’ll give you a copy of the list later.”

I saw the look of sympathy for me on her face; my lesbian lover knows how I feel about Butler. But I didn’t have time for her empathy just now, maybe later. I waved her off with a diminutive shake of my head.

I turned to our flight officer, “Joshua, you’re second in command as of now. I’ll inform the rest of the crew later.”

“Thank you,” he answered me. “I wish it were under better circumstances. What about George? You know he’s . . .”

“Fuck George! I’ll deal with him later myself. Right now I need someone who is qualified to help me fly the James Cook and that person is you.” Then in a much calmer voice I said, “Besides, he only outranks you by a couple of months. Under the present circumstances I’m sure UNESA would want someone with flight experience as second in command.”

I paused and took a breath. “Before we get to your damage report Chantelle I want to inform you both that I’m going to start a journal of everything that has happened.”

“Isn’t that what the ship’s log is for?” Joshua asked.

“The ship’s log is the official journal. I want mine to be an unofficial record of what has happened under my command. Butler had an unofficial journal and he advised me to keep one if I ever got command of a spaceship. He said that such a record would come in handy if I ever went before a review board on how I managed a spaceship.”

“What about UNESA, don’t they frown on things like personal logs?” Chantelle asked.

“I’m not worried about that. I’m sure UNESA is going to meticulously examine everything that has happened onboard the James Cook over the last several days. They’re going to interview survivors, go over the ship’s log, study what’s left of the James Cook and that sort of thing.”

I paused to let the information sink in. Then, “I’m also sure that they’re going to hang someone out to dry too. It will probably be Butler. He’s dead and won’t be able to defend himself.”

“That’s the way things are done. Blame the weak and defenseless,” Joshua added.

I continued, “I can’t help Butler; his life is over. But I can defend myself and my crew. I won’t allow any of us to be made a scapegoat. With my journal, I’m going to do my best to make sure none of us are going to get crucified by some whitewash review board seeking to cover-up design flaws in the James Cook.”

“You know they’re going to try to exonerate the construction companies,” Joshua bitterly interjected.

“And the politicians for allowing them to do so,” I added.

Chantelle asked, “Do you think you’ll have enough time atalar escort to keep a personal log, with running the James Cook and everything?”

“Unlike the ship’s log, my journal won’t be a daily record. I don’t have enough free time to record in it everyday. I will enter information in it whenever I have the opportunity and any information I believe to be significant.”

“How is your record going to be different than the official ship’s log?” Chantelle inquired.

“Much of what I put there will be an elaboration of the James Cook’s log and will be able to be verified through the official record. For the most part, this will be facts that wouldn’t normally be entered in a ship’s log but should be able to be confirmed by questioning the members of the crew.”

“Sounds OK by me,” Joshua said.

“Me too,” Chantelle added.

Next the three of us discussed the reason why so many of the officers and crew members lived as opposed to losing over 70% of the construction laborers.

Together we came to the conclusion that the reason 73% of the officers lived was because they were all called to return to their duty stations within a few minutes of the fourth lightening strike, the one that caused us to spin like a top.

Also, nearly 69% of the crew members survived because most of them never left the living section of the spaceship. Except for a few of the custodians, the crew members were not allowed on the flight decks and there was no need for them to go into the construction crew’s sleeping quarters.

“Now what about the damage to the spaceship,” I nodded to Chantelle.

“Everything forward of the cafeteria seems to be OK. The computer wouldn’t let me open any of the hatches to about one third of the living section, all those behind the cafeteria.”

“When the tail section broke off, the computer closed all the airtight passages in the living section. You have to have a special override code to open any hatch the computer has closed in emergencies. Butler and I are the only ones to have that code.”

“I don’t think it’s necessary to open those hatches,” Joshua cut in, shaking his head in disgust. “We all know what happens when a spaceship looses all its air pressure.”

I continued, “Joseph used the telescopic camera and took some pictures of the rear of the living section right after the explosion. I haven’t seen them yet but he said that there was a large gapping hole there and that the bulkhead was ripped open in several places.”

“Damn construction companies cutting corners just to save money,” Joshua added. “There was no excuse not to have airtight doors in the tail section. It was just numerous dormitories connected to one another with open hatches spaced along the passageways.”

“That’s where I usually found myself looking for someone,” the security chief said. “I hated going back there. The custodians kept it pretty clean but there were always drops of water and small bits of trash floating throughout the rear section.”

Another reason I seldom went to the tail section. But I didn’t tell them that. Instead, “Having airtight hatches in the rear sleeping section wouldn’t have done any good Joshua. I’m sure most of those who died were in the movie theaters at the time. Both of them were playing that new science fiction thriller No Time Zone that UNESA sent us two days ago.”

“Are you making excuses for the construction companies,” Joshua asked incredulously.

“No, I’m just stating a fact. I’m sure that the reason the construction worker’s sleeping section and the cargo hold broke away is because they were connected to the James Cook only at the rear of the living section. There were no steel girders connecting the cargo hold to the front part of the living section or a passageway leading from the front part of the living section to the cargo hold.”

“There should have been.” He tightened his lips and shook his head in anger.

“You’re right Joshua. If the front part of the living section had had steel girders connecting it to the cargo hold and had there been a passageway leading from the forward elevator room below the flight deck to the cargo hold, this would have added strength to the connections holding the cargo hold onto the tail section.”

“Then maybe the tail section would not have broken off,” Chantelle interjected.

I added, “The Spaceship James Cook was built just like the RMS Titanic. They both had design flaws in their construction and in both construction companies cut corners to save money — both were constructed improperly.”

Once I had a list of the dead and the damage report I knew I had to make a decision. But I also knew what that decision was going to be.

I dismissed them both. I told Chantelle to return to her duty station on the third floor next to the brig. I ordered Joshua to go to the bridge but to let Joseph remain in charge until I got there.

After they left I was alone with my thoughts.

Those accommodations that the ataşehir escort officers and ship’s crew used, like sickbay, supply, the salon, the ship’s laundry, one of the games rooms and one of the TV lounges were all located towards the front of the living section.

The cafeteria was on the second floor dividing the living section in half. Behind it were all those accommodations used mainly by the construction laborers. Everything behind the cafeteria lost all oxygen and pressure, which is where everyone who died was located. I knew that there was one laborer — an electrician can you believe it — in the brig at the time; that’s why he lived.

I came to the conclusion that most of the laborers who survived were either in the forward TV lounge or the forward games room at the time of the explosion.

Then the thought hit me . . . like a sludge hammer. The kitchen closes at eighteen hundred. At the time of the fifth lightening strike, the kitchen had just closed. The waiters and waitresses were just starting to clean up from the evening meal. There were probably only a few stragglers still eating dinner.

I looked at the desktop picture of Stonehenge that I keep on my computer monitor and then to the picture of my mother taped in the corner of the screen. I said to her, “It’s too bad the cafeteria wasn’t serving dinner when the fifth lightening bolt hit us. If it had hit a few minutes earlier maybe more people would have survived.”

As to why 12 of the original 16 prostitutes died, I’m sure is a matter of where they were when the James Cook broke in half.

They were all berthed together in the forward part of the living section, four to a cabin. But they each had their own “rest areas” for their trade.

There are numerous pigeonhole storage areas situated in various parts of the living section. Sixteen of these cubicles were outfitted with cots, mattresses, sinks and toilets, one for each of the prostitutes. I guess you could say that they too had their own private berth; they often used them as a private berth. All but four of these rest areas were behind the cafeteria.

I later found out that two of the prostitutes, Alicia and Terri, were in their cabins at the time. Veronica Anne and Josephine Jasmine, the other two prostitutes who lived, were in the forward TV lounge at the time of the explosion. I assume the prostitutes who died were either in their rest areas or one of the rear TV lounges when the James Cook broke up. I guess they were trying to pick up a john, although it was a little early for that. It was about 18:45 hours.

All missions lasting longer than three months have prostitutes onboard to offer some relief to the crew. About a week before we left MC3 Captain Butler and I sat down and discussed some of the onboard rules everyone would have to obey concerning them and some other sensitive issues.

“What about the services the prostitutes offer?” I asked him. “I believe that there ought to be a limit on when they are available to everyone, if only to give them some relief.”

“I agree with you on that Toni. I was thinking that we limit their services and have them available only between nineteen hundred and zero seven hundred.”

“That sounds good to me.”

“I’m going to leave it up to each girl to decide when she wants to work within that time frame and exactly what services she offers and how much she charges for those services.”

“What about male prostitutes, will there be any onboard?” I inquired.

“No.” He paused. He could see the apprehension on my face. “I’m not trying to be insensitive Toni. It’s just that there just isn’t enough of a demand for male prostitutes. I figure that the any male homosexual who wants sex can rent one of the prostitute’s rest areas for their private use.”

“OK, OK, you’re right,” I reluctantly agreed.

“I’m also going to leave it up to each girl to decide for herself what form of birth control she will use.”

We then got sidetracked and started discussing the religious right and the social conservatives. He was still upset over an incident he had with an extreme sect of them a few days earlier.

They call themselves the Chaste Children for Christ. With the exception of Nuda Earth, they can be found on every space colony demonstrating against birth control, planned parenthood, nudity, the legalization of prostitution, homosexuality, bondage and discipline sex, and nearly any sex act other than the missionary position. They are socially ostracized on Nuda Earth.

When advancements in medicine finally wiped out the last of the sexual transmitted diseases — genital warts — they condemned that as a blasphemy. These self righteous individuals claimed that STDs were God’s punishment for those who live in lust and that to do away with these diseases, according to them, was a sacrilege. They also claimed that the universal legalization of prostitution back in December 2053 was also a blasphemy and prophesied warnings of dire consequences. avanos escort But nothing catastrophic ever happened.

Anyway, Butler and I were on MC3 preparing to board the shuttle to the James Cook. One of them, carrying a large sign condemning prostitution, approached us and verbally assaulted us. He said that we were children of evil and that we were going to hell.

We ignored him but the sign hit Butler in the forehead, giving him a small cut. Butler had just left from meeting with some UNESA officials and had on his dress uniform. He got blood all over his jacket. There are no dry cleaning services on MC3. The closest is on space station Earth II and he knew he wouldn’t have the time to get back there until the mission is over. He threw the jacket away in disgust.

The only other restriction Butler had was on the purchase of alcohol. He restricted its purchase to between eighteen hundred and zero two hundred and only through the TV lounge rooms.

A person could also buy beer, whisky, wine or soft drinks for consumption in their own berth with their credits. But the captain issued orders that no one could purchase more than one half liter of alcohol for their private consumption in any 48 hour period; the bartender would log their purchase into the ship’s computer.

Further, he told everyone onboard the day we left MC3 and posted a sign in each TV lounge stating that anyone caught drunk would spend two days in the ship’s brig with a lost of two day’s pay and any alcohol in their berth would be confiscated. There was always at least one person in one of the brig’s five cells.

All personal onboard were paid by debiting their onboard bank account. Everyone had an ATM card with their picture ID and left thumb print on it. They used their ATM card to pay for entrance to the movie theaters, bought booze or soft drinks, snacks, rented movies — adult movies or other kinds — to play on the DVD players in their cabins and paid for their prostitutes.

With the exception of the prostitute’s services, theater tickets and the snacks purchased in the theaters — which only showed current movies, none of which were adult — all these extras were purchased through the TV lounge. Each john paid their prostitute directly. The young lady would credit the john’s onboard account and then debit her onboard account the same amount.

Those who didn’t want to indulge in any of these things played pool, cards or whatever. Each TV lounge had six pool tables and twelve card tables; the latter could be used for playing cards or whatever those sitting there wanted to do. The forward TV lounge also had a library of over three million books on disk.

There was always someone playing on the tables, bridge, pinochle, hearts, poker, checkers, chess, monopoly, you name it. Decks of cards had to be purchased but you rented a rack of billiard balls by the hour. You also rented board games by the hour but some people had their own.

For money games, a person bought his or her chips from the bartender and cashed them in when they finished playing, just like a casino except that the house didn’t take a percentage of your winnings. Also, there were no slot machines, video poker machines or roulette wheels onboard.

There is one type of poker that I particularly enjoy. It’s called Hole Poker and is played just like regular five card Draw Poker except that two decks are used. There are no wild cards but the second deck, called the Hole Deck, has all the threes through the nines removed. The remaining 24 cards are shuffled and placed face down on the table.

Then the top card is turned face up on the table by the dealer before each deal begins. If a player is dealt a match for the Hole Card — regardless of the suit — then he or she automatically has the winning hand and can bet accordingly. If two people have the same Hole Card then the player with the five best cards wins. After all four aces are overturned the Hole Deck is reshuffled.

What I like about it is that you can have a rotten hand but if you have the Hole Card then you can even beat a royal flush. Of course, the down side of it is that you can have a great hand, say four kings, but if someone else has the Hole Card then your four kings doesn’t amount to anything. I know because I had four kings during one game but Joshua had the Hole Card. I lost a lot of money on that particular hand.

On our third month out Ronald, one of the waiters from the kitchen, was caught cheating during a Hole Poker game in one of the rear TV lounges; he palmed a Hole Card. Some threats were made and there was a fight. Things got out of hand and Steven, the bartender, had to call security. Brian answered the call.

Two people sitting at the table claimed that they saw the waiter put the palmed Hole Card on the top of the Hole Deck. The other two players said that they were looking at their cards at the time and didn’t see anything. Of course, Ronald denied it. But everyone thought it was suspicious that he kept getting dealt a match for the Hole Card.

But all four players wanted the waiter to reimburse them their losses. Brian put the three who were fighting — Ronald and the two who saw him cheat — into the brig until everything could be sorted out.

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My Best Friends Sister III

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Joe stretches as he walks out of the classroom, finally he is done with the last subject, now for a week or so to rest out and then start hunting for a summer job. Two hands closes over his eyes from behind and a gentle scent of lavender fills his nostrils

“Is this the part where I guess who you are?”

A soft giggle is all he hears

“Hmmmm let me think…Maryse?”

The hands slips from his eyes and hugs him to her

“Oh pooh baby you are no fun”

He chuckles, turns around and gives her a soft kiss

“Not my fault that you smell so lovely”

She smiles at him, her arms wrapped around his neck

“Soooooo…”

“Get a room you two”

They both look at Andy, who is giving them both a huge grin

“Come on lover birds, time for Andy to get home with an honor guard and you two will be that guard”

Maryse growls at him and Andy backs away with his hands up in defense, but with the grin firmly in place on his face

“Whoa easy tiger, I’ll just go get somebody cuter than you”

Joe chuckles as Maryse jumps at Andy, Andy ducks her lunge and starts running, weaving expertly between the other students. Joe walks after Maryse, smiling at her lost cause of trying to catch Andy.

“Hey Joe”

He looks to his right and recognizes Chris, one of the final year players

“Hey Chris”

Chris falls in next to him as he continue to walk down the hallway

“So you’re with Maryse now?”

Joe nods

“Yeah”

“How is she?”

“She’s a great girl Chris, I’m really happy with her”

“So how are you two going to cope next year?”

“With her going off to college? She refuses to talk about it”

“You do know that a girl like her is going to get hit on…a lot”

Joe stops and turns towards Chris

“What are you trying to say?”

Chris fidgets a bit

“Nothing really, just…you know the stories…”

“Ahhh I get it, you think she’ll be the campus bicycle”

“Uhm yeah something like that, look man I just don’t want you to hear some stories and start to think that the guys have anything to do with it”

“Listen Chris, I have known her just as long as I have known Andy, I trust her. It’s the college guys that I don’t trust”

Chris smiles wryly

“I got to say she seems a bit changed these days, but don’t tell anybody I said that”

“You got a deal there”

“So how do you feel about hitting the first squad next season?”

Joe chuckles and starts to walk again

“Quite excited really, I know that it’s a level higher than we are playing at now, but I think the team will be ready for it”

“Good, good. You ready to be new captain?”

Joe laughs and playfully punches Chris’ shoulder

“Stop talking nonsense man, you know just as well as I do, that I will not take that”

Chris grins

“Stranger things have happened before Joe, this is me, see you around”

Chris head off towards the parking lot, Joe notices Maryse, leaning against the door, watching him. She hooks in with him and looks at him with a slight frown

“What did Chris want?”

“He wanted to talk about you and college”

She rolls her eyes and smiles at Joe

“And you told him that you are not worried at all?”

Joe chuckles

“Did you spy on me hmmm?”

She laughs

“No, but I do know you and if you didn’t tell him that I’d be kicking your butt right now”

Joe chuckles and playfully taps her nose with his finger

“Feisty little tiger aren’t you”

She playfully nips at his finger

“Oh you bet your sexy ass I am”

They both laugh as they walk down the sidewalk on their way to her house, she stops him at the ice-cream parlor

“Come on, I want a milkshake and you’re paying”

Joe chuckles to himself as she bounces inside

“Hey uncle Pete”

“Hey there Maryse…Joe good to see you, what can I get you?”

Pete Gerber is a tall man, his steel grey eyes friendly and sparkling, but Joe have seen them flash a darker grey in anger before and he is thankful that he wasn’t the one who angered “uncle” Pete. Pete seemed to be the oldest shop owner in town and everybody loved him, he is a very kind and generous man, but also a very firm and strict person. Joe’s father once called him an iron fist in a silk glove and Joe can believe just that.

“I’d like to have a Mega Milkshake”

Pete arches his eyebrows and looks at Joe, Joe smiles and shrugs

“I’d guess you want that take away?”

Maryse nods happily and looks at Joe

“That OK baby?”

“Hey you’re the boss, you dragged me in here…”

Joe ducks her mock slap and laughs

“It’s fine Reese, just don’t complain that you run out of breath”

She sticks out her tongue and turns back to Pete who is watching this exchange with an amused twinkle in his eyes as he makes the milkshake, Maryse leans on the counter to watch him and Joe leans on the counter next to her.

“You two got any plans for the vacation?”

“Not really no”

Maryse nudges Joe

“My guy is going çeşme escort to get a summer job, I can see it in his eyes”

Pete looks at Joe

“Oh is that a fact now?”

Joe places an arm around Maryse

“Well somebody has to pay for your upkeep your highness”

Maryse tosses her hair, holding her head in a snobbish way

“That is true peasant, now make your queen happy”

Joe quickly slips behind her, pinning her to the counter and starts tickling her, she squeals out his name and loses all manner of speech in bouts of laughter. Joe finally stops tickling her and she elbows him in the stomach and wipes tears from her eyes

“You big oaf”

“Aaaaaawwwwww did I not make my queen happy by making her laugh?”

Pete places the huge take away glass on the counter

“As a matter of fact I think you asked for that Maryse”

Maryse looks from one to the other and sniffs

“So that is how it’s going to be? Two big guys teaming up on small, little ol’ me”

Pete and Joe bursts out laughing, Joe pays for the milkshake as Maryse picks up the milkshake with a smile and starts sucking on the straw.

“Thanks Joe”

Pete leans in closer

“I must say that it seems you are a very good influence on her, she seems genuinely happy for the first time in a long time”

Joe smiles

“She is a great girl, she deserves it”

Pete smiles back at Joe, Joe takes his change and turns to open the door for Maryse

“Good bye uncle Pete”

“’Bye uncle Pete”

“Take care kids, see you again”

They continue their walk, Maryse drinking her milkshake, she looks thoughtful and Joe just find that little frown on her face when she thinks so adorable

“What are you thinking Reese?”

She looks up at him

“When last did we have sex Joe?”

Joe frowns as he also thinks it over

“With the finals and all I think it’s been around two weeks?”

Maryse pouts

“You’ve been neglecting me Joe”

“Hey you also agreed that we got to study hard for this final Reese, I can’t take all the blame here”

She grins at him and he realizes she just caught him

“Oh man”

She giggles and hooks in with him again

“Awwww”

He just smiles at her and gently squeeze her arm, then he realizes something, it’s been two weeks for her, the girl who used to go nuts if she didn’t have sex every day

“Reese you do know what this means don’t you?”

She nods and suck on her milkshake

“I told you that you would be a good influence on me baby, just look at me two weeks of no sex and I haven’t gotten like before”

“So who is he?”

She nudges him in the ribs and smile with him

“Don’t try me mister, I’m a good girl”

He stops and pull her to him, she looks up at him with those lovely eyes and he leans in and kiss her gently, she kisses him back and he deepens the kiss, feeling her body pressed against his. He gently pulls away and find her smiling up at him

“Oh you know how to make me feel special don’t you?”

“I love you”

She blinks and smile even wider

“I love you too Joey boy”

They untangle from each other and start walking again

“Why is it so far today?”

Joe chuckles

“Well you wanted to go get that milkshake my dear, are you running out of steam hmmm?”

“Oh hush you big bully”

They both chuckle and he opens the gate for her, she enters and he follows her to the front door, she opens the door and turns around to him

“Come to the den, I have something I want to show you”

Joe grins, that voice is used only for one thing and it doesn’t matter where they are, it entails sex. He closes the door behind him and follows her down to the den, she starts setting up the pool table and he starts to wonder what is going on. She places the que ball and bending down low he has a clear view of her soft breasts as the stick slowly glide between them, her eyes is looking teasingly at him and he grins at her, starting to understand. She undid some buttons on her shirt while she was setting up the table and now she is showing off those lovely breasts and long legs as they play. Joe can feel how this slow seduction is starting to have an effect on him, being with Maryse have showed him that there is a time for patience and that this is one of those times. Planning his shot with care, he rolls back the que ball to where he usually stands, Maryse comes over and bends down to play her shot, slowly Joe runs his hand up her right leg, under her short skirt and rest it on her hip

“Oh my, seems that you have been a naughty girl today”

She grins at him over her shoulder, he slowly run his hand over her firm asscheek and she shudders slightly at his touch, slipping his hand between her spread legs he can feel dampness on her innerthighs and he can hear her breathing shorten. Suddenly she shoots and step away from him, he grins and watch her as she watches the table, she turns to him and smile sweetly

“Winner takes all”

Joe realizes that she would only acıbadem escort be so cocky if she is in the lead, but what she failed to realize is that he has set up his table and with this being his shot the game could be over. But that is when you are not thinking of sinking your throbbing member into her tight pussy, he thinks to himself. Joe grins at her and shake his finger admonishingly at her

“You are such a crafty girl”

She grins at him and motions for him to play on, he starts to sink the balls that he had set up, but misses on the last one, the ball settles across the table from where he is standing and Maryse leans over to play her shot, he can see her tight pink nipples popping out of her shirt as she leans far over the table, slowly sliding the stick between her breasts, he can’t stop thinking of sliding his own meat stick between her soft breasts, she makes the shot and stands up, her breasts slipping back under the cover of the shirt. Joe realizes that while she is hell bent on teasing him, she is also playing a good game, she keeps on teasing him with glimpses of her breasts and naked ass as she go on playing, luckily for Joe she misses the shot on the black. By this time his cock is ready to tear from his jeans and he knows that he got to win this one if he want any say in what happens further today. Calming himself down a bit and pushing the sight of her hard nipples and soft breasts from his mind, Joe makes his shot on the last ball, it falls and now they are both playing on the black, Maryse’s miss has placed the black close to the side pocket. Joe glances over at her, she is gently chewing on her lower lip an excited light flashing through her eyes and Joe knows that no matter who wins, her plan have succeeded. Taking careful aim he shoots and for an agonizing second it seems like the shot was too soft, but the ball wavers for a second and then falls as the que ball settles against the side. Joe turns to face Maryse who is regarding him with a seductive smile

“You play like that at the club and I’m sure we will be the double team champions”

She grins and set the stick on the table, Joe pulls her into his arms and kiss her hard, her arms snake around his waist and hold him tight as she kisses him back, her lips opening for his exploring tongue. She sucks his tongue into her mouth, nibbling gently on it and rubbing her tongue against it as he explores her mouth, she grinds herself into his hard cock and he knows that they are both ready as he takes in her smell and feels the heat radiating from her. He keeps kissing her, slipping his hands under her skirt, gripping her firm ass in his hands, she moans softly, pushing herself tighter against him. Suddenly she pulls away from him, turning herself around in his embrace, he reaches up and gently squeezes her breasts through her clothes, elicting a moan from her. Her hands reaches back and uzips his jeans and pulls his throbbing cock from his boxers, she gently stroke over his length as he gently nibbles on her neck, her breathing becomes more ragged and he gently pulls on her hard nipples, she moans softly as his fingers teases her nipples and squeezes her breasts. She lets go of his cock and leans into his hands, pushing her ass out, rubbing his cock with her firm buttocks.

‘It’s been a long two weeks’

Joe thinks to himself as he pinches her nipples a bit harder, getting a gasp mixed with a moan from Maryse, he grins as he nibbles on her earlobe, knowing that he is driving her even more up the walls than her ass rubbing his cock through her skirt is driving him mad. He squeezes her voluptious breasts, feeling the soft skin ply under his hands as her tight nipples offers resistant to his pinching fingers, her groans intensifies and he wonders if he ever saw her cum with just her sensitive nipples being played with, he deftly unbuttons her top and grasp her naked breasts in his hands, she shudders as his hands massages her soft breasts and his fingers start to pinch her nipples and roll it between his thumb and fingers. He continues to lick her ear, nibbling her earlobe and her neck, her hands join his on her breasts and squeezes along with him, he smiles as a particular hard pinch on her nipples makes her gasp loudly, moaning out his name, he can feel her body starting to shake and he times his pinch on both nipples just right. Her scream almost bursts his eardrums as she throw back her head and convulses hard against him, he grins in triumph as she whimpers in pleasure, pressing herself against him as her body convulses in the throes of her orgasm. Finally she slumps against him, breathing deeply, a kiss to her neck draws a shudder, she looks up at him

“Bastard”

“Aw but I bet you enjoyed it baby”

She smiles at him

“It feels like I peed myself and I think my nipples is going to be very sensitive tomorrow”

Joe grins

“And it would not be worth it?”

She smiles even bigger at him

“You bet your sexy ass it will be”

“Good”

He leans her forward and she grabs hold of the table, she gently sways her hips as he lifts adana escort her wet skirt up, from the amount of her juices on the skirt and on the ground it is obvious that she had squirted in her orgasm, suddenly Joe feels sad that he couldn’t see it, but he is sure that there will be another time. He runs his hand over the soft skin of her ass and she leans on her elbows to give him an even beter view, he slips his hand between her saturated innerthighs, his fingers brushing over her lips sends a shiver up her spine

“Don’t tease me anymore baby”

He doubt that he could stand more of this himself, he moves closer to her and she pushes out her ass more, spreading her legs a bit further apart. Using his hand he guide the head of his cock into her steaming hot entrance, she moans softly as his spreads her lips open. Joe still can’t believe at how tight she is as he slowly slide deeper into her, her walls clings to him, moving as if to pull him deeper into her, he slowly pulls back, closing his eyes in pleasure as her movements intensifies, he slowly push back into her, gripping her hips in the sheer pleasure her massaging walls sends through his throbbing cock. He keep sliding slowly deeper into her, breathing deeply as her hot tightness envelopes him, his groin pushes up against her firm ass and he starts to slowly move backwards and thrusting back into her, enjoying how her body moves around him and her deep moans of pleasure. He slips his one hand in front of her and his searching fingers quickly finds her clit, his first brush over her clit makes her gasp. He firmly presses down on her clit and start rubbing down with his fingers every time he thrusts in and back up as he pulls back, he keep stroking as he increases his pace, her muscles clamping and releasing his cock, makes him moan out as she herself moans loudly each time he thrusts into her, as his pace increases the tempo and intensity of her moans increases as well, he uses his grip on her hip to pull her back into each thrust. A soft thump makes him open his eyes, but he keep on thrusting hard into her, another thump makes him look at her hands, they are clenched and she slams her fist onto the table top with every particular loud moan from her. She slowly swivels her hips, the sensation it creates as his cock seems to thrust into her at different angles and how her tight walls seems to make his cock twist between them creating an intensely pleasurable friction. He starts to thrust faster, his fingers moving faster over her clit, they both start to gasp for breath as his groin slaps loudly against her ass. He can feel how his orgasm starts to build with each thrust into her, her moans and small screams urging him on to thrust even faster, she grips the edge of the pool table, throwing her head back, saying his name in breathless gasps. He gives a hard, deep thrust and she screams out loudly, her muscles clamps hard on him and he grabs her hips, trying to thrust deeper into her, she releases her muscles just to clamp down on him again, he can’t hold out much longer and grunt as his orgasm washes over him and he explodes deep inside her, each convulsion of his cock spurting a load of his cum into her, her body shivers under his hands and he can feel their mixed fluids oozing out past her lips and slowly drip down his balls as he continues to pump his cum into her and her pussy convulses around his throbbing shaft, as his orgasm starts to wind down it feels like his energy leaves him as well, he slumps against her, breathing heavily as he rests his hands on the side of the table, she leans forward onto her elbows again, breathing just as heavily. It takes them a few moments to catch their breath, he slowly steps away, his cock slowly slips out of her, releasing a rush of their mingled cum to escape from her pussy, she sighs deeply and turns around to face him, her skirt falling from her hips. She smiles up at him as she starts to button her top

“You know Joe, I think that I wont have to eat for quite a while with all those vitamins and minerals you just injected me with”

He laughs at her

“Not my fault that I had a two week build up baby”

She runs a hand over her eyes, he takes her hand and starts to walk with her up the stairs

“And just where are you taking me?”

“To bed, you look so cute when you are tired and sleepy, that I just instinctively want to tuck you in”

He can feel her blush and when he looks at her there is a rosy blush on her cheeks, he smiles at her, she returns the smile, squeezing his hand with hers. He opens her bedroom door and close it behind them, she quickly goes to the bathroom and he starts to take off his clothing and drop down on her bed, the long nights of studying and the exertion of the sex he just had catching up with him as he dozes off, he feels the bed weigh down and a gentle breath of lavender wafts over him. He smiles and wrap his arms around Maryse’s soft body, she pulls the covers over them and lies in his arms, looking at the gentle smile on his face as he slowly drifts off to sleep and she decides that he really is one of the best things that could ever have happened to her. She snuggles up to him, wrapping her arms around him, reveling in the feeling of being truly loved and protected as she also starts to slips away into the sweet embrace of sleep.

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Guide week Part 3

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Guide week

Chapter 3

Milly phoned Julie and arranged to meet at the garage clearance. It was a hot day and both girls were wet and sweaty as they moved box upon box of rubbish out of the garage. They were offered lemonade by Petra Anderson and were grateful for it.

Mrs Anderson would have she explained tidied it herself, but she had heard the GUIDES were on job week and thought it better if she had help for herself and helped a good movement at the same time. She told Milly and Julie of her time in the Guides and as they cleared had may a tale to tell.

Lunch approached and Petra, as they had been told to call her went inside to make sandwiches. Milly and Julie just carried on working they wanted to get to Richards as soon as possible, each had in their backpack a change of clothes and night attire.

They all stopped for sandwiches and refreshments and then continued their labours. It was 3 in the afternoon that the task was finally completed. Petra paid the girls and offered them her shower to freshen up but they refused giving the story they had 1 last task to do for the day.

Leaving Petra both girls were feeling the strain, it had been more work than at first appeared. Richard would probably be anxious they had not given a specific time, but nonetheless they wanted to get there as soon as possible, he had some other jobs to do and at least they would stay the night.

Arriving at Richards they found a note on the door addressed to them, which stated if he was not home go in make themselves comfy and there was food in the cupboard if they felt hungry. Milly and Julie entered the house, there was a strong smell of pine as though someone had been cleaning or polishing.

Looking around they noticed the differences in the rooms as they went exploring. Everywhere so neat and orderly, even the bed had been made and had fresh linen. These were some of the tasks they had come to fix as on Richards list. Both were puzzled as to why they had been requested back. Both were desperate for a shower and wondered what he would say if they used his bathroom. Deciding not to risk it they sat and waited. It was 45 minutes before Richard appeared with a large carry bag.

“Ah good I see you made it?” said Richard “Let me just attend to this and I shall be right with you”

Richard took the bag upstairs and soon returned to find the girls had noticed a photo album he had been looking through. Talking and showing them the photographs explaining who each was, where it was taken. The evening was getting later and the girls needed to freshen up, Milly asked if they may use the shower, Richard told them of course and as they went upstairs Milly made 1 final observation that Richard was looking smarter.

Undressing, they were soon soaping and cleaning, Julie washing Milly’s back and vice versa. Neither of them detected Richard spying on them behind the door. Richard had his cock out and was rubbing himself to the sight of these two lovelies. Watching them shower and clean their cute pussies and asses, he got a little too close and the door pushed open. The girls turned to see Richard his trousers open with his cock in hand stumble in the bathroom and gave a loud laugh. Julie suggested if he was so horny he should shower too.

Richard wasted no time in getting undressed and the 3 of them were soon frolicking around in the shower. Richard could now see the wondrous sight of Milly and Julie bathing at closer quarters. He watched as Milly soaped her friends pussy slowly and deliberately, then her belly and up over her breasts. Julie turned and Milly soaped down her back and round her bottom in a similar style.

Julie returned the compliment for her friend. Richard’s hard cock was standing to attention and he thought he would explode. Suddenly Milly knelt down and took Richard’s cock in her mouth; whilst she did Julie had moved round behind him and was soaping his back. Richard was letting out moans of pure ecstasy at the attention.

As Milly sucked harder and harder Julie inserted a finger in Richard’s anus and pushed in and out to excite his prostate. Richard was already too far gone and a few moments later his seed erupted in fury firing into the back of Milly’s adapazarı escort throat. Trying not to miss a drop Milly eagerly swallowed as much as she could.

Richard withdrew and stood back, he watched in amazement as Milly and Julie swapped his cum from one mouth to the other. They all 3 then finished their shower and dried off. Richard had the pleasure of drying both girls as they stepped out. In return the girl’s towel dried Richard.

Milly and Julie were about to get dressed but Richard told them to come in the bedroom he had a surprise. On the bed had been laid out 2 sets of girl’s underwear and 2 dresses. Richard told them to dress and he left them to it while he himself dressed. Milly checked the size it was spot on but how would he have known.

Seeing the girl’s dressed in the outfit’s he had chosen pleased Richard’s eyes. He had taken great care in the choice, and now he saw them being worn he chuckled at his wisdom. Milly was pleased with her outfit and so was Julie, they gave him a peck on the cheek. Much nicer than the jeans and t-shirt each had packed.

Richard asked if they were hungry, both were enthusiastic in saying yes. Richard had one more surprise in store; he led them downstairs and ordered a cab. Within 30 minutes the 3 were seated at a table in a rather posh looking restaurant. Neither had been anywhere like this, and they felt like fish out of water.

Richard allowed them to choose their own meal but did order the wine. The stares from other customers at his 2 companions made Richard feel proud. They did not let him down and they watched how other people ate not rushed but savouring each mouthful and sipping wine.

Both felt very grown up as the evening passed, the meal over it was time to head back. Richard settled the bill and with a girl on each arm they stepped into a waiting cab; on the ride home each sat either side of him and leaned in close, he put an arm around each.

Now ensconced back in Richard’s living room, the three sat relaxed as a warm milk drink was being supped. Richard asking them if they had enjoyed their evening, and the girls telling him that they had. Milly and Julie both affirmed that it was a pity the evening had to end.

Richard agreed but as they had enjoyed it so much and he their company asked of them if once in a while they would consider a repeat performance. Milly and Julie nodded in affirmation, and each rose and placed a kiss on Richards’s cheek.

Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was their company or maybe something else, but Richard felt a longing he had not had in a long time. He would love it if these two were to be his lovers. He checked his thoughts. He was lusting after two 15 year old girls. They had shown him they were not averse to some sexual activity, but he was unsure if they were virgins.

Milly and Julie both were feeling similar, they enjoyed his company and were more than willing to be wined and dined. Julie for one had enjoyed the sexual aspect too and maybe they would get to do it again; she certainly hoped they would. Milly had sat down legs crossed in front of Richard her dress had ridden a little of which she was unaware, but he had spotted.

As Milly sat there Richard began to feel a stir in his loins, a stir that Julie had noticed and without forethought she had taken it upon herself to massage it for him outside his pants. This only made Richard’s predicament worse, sensing the problem Julie moved in front of him, knelt and began to release him from his pants and shorts.

Richard lay back to enjoy the wonderful touch of this girl; no sooner had she freed it than she began to run her fingers along its length. Richard rose in his seat allowing Julie to remove his pants and shorts in their entirety. Julie helped Richard remove his shoes and socks; she then stood before him to help him remove his tie and his shirt.

Completely naked Richard was sat relaxed as Julie once more worked on his cock. This time she licked at his balls and up and down the shaft making Richard squirm and moan; taking a pause she invited Milly to help her. Now with 2 young nubile girls administering to his cock Richard felt he would soon cum and motioned the girls adıyaman escort to stop.

He invited them to stand and let him help them undress, taking his time with each as he removed the dresses 1 by 1. He took it in turn to remove their shoes and socks, leaving them clad in only their delicate little panties. He started with Milly first moving her round so he could see her back. He ran his hands over her shoulders down her back and across her bottom over her panties, feeling down each leg in turn till he reached her feet.

Turning her round he started by running his hands across her flawless body, over the outside of her panties and again down her legs to the feet. He asked her to raise each in turn, and slowly and lovingly kissed and licked his way over her foot and between her toes. Licking up her legs toward her thighs asking her to open them a little, he then licked and sucked at her panty covered pussy. Leaving aside Milly he then required Julie to accept the same treatment.

Milly had enjoyed the sensations and was a little disappointed he had not carried on but she appreciated it was now her friends turn. Julie too liked what was happening to her this was sheer bliss she had never seen this being performed in any of the clips of movie she had seen.

Richard had now licked and sucked each girl in turn and his cock needed attention, he urged the girls to give him relief. Milly and Julie were more than happy to render to his aid and within a few short strokes and licks Richard signalled his readiness to shoot. He asked the girls to lie on the floor, and as he felt the welling he aimed his cum at each of their panties; shooting forth he soaked each of their panties as they lay there.

Drained Richard once more sat down but asked the girl to lie there a few moments so he could witness the result of his actions. Satisfied he allowed them to stand and helped each one remove the stained panty. He took the articles aside and placed them on the table.

“May I keep those as a souvenir?” Richard asked, both nodded their approval and he kissed each delicious slit as a thank you. Unsure of where to take this Richard gave them time to compose, as each one had now taken to sit upon a knee and put their arms around him. He was gently rubbing his hands on their butt cheeks as he finally summoned the words.

“Girls that was so wonderful” Richard began “But if you would allow I could do so much more but only if you are both willing”

Milly and Julie listed as Richard explained he would like them to have full sex by inserting his cock inside them. He assured them he would be gentle if they were virgins, which each of them told him they were. He also explained there would be some pain, they both looked in doubt but Richard explained this would soon go and they would enjoy it.

Sitting back continuing to rub buttocks Richard watched and waited for their reply. Milly and Julie got off his lap and went to a corner to whisper. Julie was ready if Milly was, but her friend was not so sure, in the end Milly agreed that if Julie went first and she was ok then she would too. The girls came back to Richard and informed him of their decision.

“Then” replied Richard “I think it is time we moved to my bedroom it will be more comfortable”

All 3 went upstairs the discarded clothing left on the floor, reaching the bedroom Richard invited the girls to climb on the bed whilst he made preparation. Milly and Julie sat on the bed and watched as Richard went to a drawer and retrieved a tube of lubricant and a towel plus some condoms.

Once he had all items ready he asked Julie to lie on her back and raise her buttocks, as she did Richard placed the towel underneath.

“Now Julie “Richard said “I am going to start by licking your slit and placing a finger inside to loosen you just relax”

Richard was unsure if this would moisten her enough, which was why he had taken precaution to have lube ready in case. He gently moved her legs further apart, and with his fingers he parted the folds of flesh which surrounded her labia and cunt entrance. He wet his tongue and licked over the exposed area.

Julie yelped at the administration of Richard’s afşin escort tongue and the parting of her opening, and she patiently lay as he continued. Richard took his time in ensuring the opening was wet enough before inserting a finger; he gently moved it around inside and watched as the young girl lowly moaned her pleasure.

Satisfied she was enjoying it he asked Milly to come over and insert a finger in his anus as he continued with Julie; feeling himself becoming hard once more Richard felt time to continue to the next step. Asking Milly to stop he moved over Julie and resting on his arms he placed his cock at her entrance, moving over the girls wet slit.

He asked Milly to come in and help him to moisten his cock head by wetting it with her mouth. Julie felt excited and nervous she was going to become a woman, some of the girls at school had bragged about having done it but she was not sure if they were true or not. This was real it was going to happen and Julie wanted it.

Richards cock now glistening with Milly’s saliva he once again moved his cock back to Julie’s cunt entrance, this time he placed it inside just a little so the head was now embedded in the girl. Julie let out a soft moan at the invasion. Satisfied he was positioned correctly Richard withdraw a little and stopped.

“Now Julie” Richard explained “The next part may very well hurt so are you sure that you wish me to continue?”

Julie assured him she was and waited for what was to come. Richard satisfied that she was willing started to push his cock inside one more till he felt the resistance, giving Julie time to get accustomed to this he paused a few seconds. This was it now or never as Richard shifted his weight, withdrew a little and then in one swift and almost primal moment he lunged forward till he was almost ball deep.

Julie felt the surge and a pain so intense that it hurt her insides, they felt like they were burning, she gritted her teeth but still a tear appeared and a little sniffle. Richard stopped to enquire if she was all right; he wiped her tears and in a soothing voice assured her that was the worst of it. Julie through her teary eyes thanked him and asked if that was it.

Richard had taken her cherry she was deflowered but he had not come and needed release. He asked Julie to remain still while he continued assuring her this part would be better. Having made Julie comfortable he began a series of pumps in and out of her pussy, starting slowly he gradually increased his tempo until his seed was rising. Julie got used to the insertion and soon found the pain went and the feeling most enjoyable.

Milly had witnessed the crying as Julie was finally deflowered, and had felt her own pain, feeling for her friend. Now she saw the same Julie actually smiling in enjoyment, and watched Richard as his face contorted and listened to his moans and excited yelling’s.

Finally Richard could no longer hold onto his seed as he felt the precum he quickly withdrew and within seconds his seed was spurting in abundance over the girl, hitting her face abdomen and pussy. His seed spent Richard relaxed; he looked upon the sight before him as Julie lay there covered in his sperm. Julie was also happy lying there she was no longer a girl she was a woman now.

Milly needed no invitation to move in and clean the seed from Richard’s cock, then gently clean the sperm from her friend’s body, licking and swallowing every last drop. She did offer some to Julie by dipping in her fingers and proffering them to be licked. Richard watched in joyful admiration at the two young lovelies enjoying themselves.

Milly enquired when it would be her turn but Richard was by now tired and his foot was starting to become itchy again he needed a painkiller and told her that it was her turn in the morning he would be better then.

Milly was disappointed but saw Richard’s foot hurting, she helped him put some lotion on it and went to get him water for his tablets. Julie had risen meanwhile and kissed Richard on the mouth. Millie came back to find them both sat up cuddling on the bed. Richard took his painkiller as Mille took her place on the other side of him.

After a few more kisses and cuddles all 3 got into the bed and snuggling down together drifted into sleep.

THE END (or is it?)

This completes what I set out as a trilogy but if you want more I can expand it comments good or bad welcomed THANK YOU

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Zoey’s summer job

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Zoey slowed her car to crawl as she checked the house numbers as she slowly rolled down the quiet shaded street. “Let me see now,” she muttered under her breath, “115, 121, 127, ahhhhhhh, here we are, 133!” She parked her car in a under the shade of a large oak tree, and after checking to make sure that she had everything in her black attache case she headed up the front walk to the large colonial house that stood proudly amongst the large stand of trees surrounding the property. She checked one last time the name on the order form and rang the bell and waited. A few moments later a pretty red haired pregnant lady of about thirty or so answered the door and invited her inside.

“You must be Zoey,” she said with a smile while extending her hand. “And you must be Mrs. Gordon,” Zoey replied while setting down her brief case. “Call me Lisa,” the rotund woman answered while ushering Zoey into the large well appointed living room, “please, have a seat.” Zoey picked out a large plush easy chair and plopped herself down while Lisa did the same on the long sofa. “I was a little reluctant to call your company,” Lisa began, “but it’s gotten to the point where I just need some help!” Zoey smiled her radiant smile and replied gently, “Well, it’s good that you called us, that’s what we’re here for!” “How long have you been with the company?” Lisa asked. “I’m a senior at State U.,” Zoey replied, “this is just a summer job, but I certainly enjoy it, so what do you say we get down to business.”

“So, what exactly is it you want me to do?” Zoey asked softly. “Well, uh, you see it’s like this,” Lisa stammered. “My husband is a very busy man, and since I became pregnant…….” “Since you became pregnant,” Zoey interjected, “he’s become shall we say less attentive to your needs.” karabük escort “That’s exactly right,” a grateful Lisa replied. “Do you think you can help me?” Of course I can,” the young woman replied, “that’s what I’m here for, so if you don’t mind I’d like you to remove all of your clothing!”

“Y-you mean right here?” Lisa asked nervously. “Why not?” Zoey asked. “Are you expecting someone else?” “Er, no,” a red faced Lisa replied, “I guess not.” “Okay then, let’s get started,” Zoey ordered. Lisa struggled to her feet and began removing her clothing. When she was finally naked she revealed a pair of huge breasts that rested on her distended belly, which in turn hung over a crotch full of fiery red pubic hair. Zoey crossed the room and ran her delicate hands all over Lisa’s lush body, taking extra time to examine her huge boobs. Right away Zoey could see that the first thing that needed to be done was to ease the pressure in Lisa’s incredibly engorged breasts via the use of a breast pump. “Please sit down,” Zoey said while fishing the pump out of her bag, “this should make you feel better right away!”

After the hoses where firmly attached to Lisa’s turgid nipples Zoey flipped on the pump.
Almost instantly the milk began surging through the hoses and into the collection bottle.
“Oh, my” Lisa sighed, “that feels so nice, you can’t believe how heavy they feel.” Zoey sat down on the couch next to Lisa and while gently caressing her round tummy asked, “How may months are you along now?” “Ohhhhhh, about seven and a half,” the overly ripe woman replied. “You look very beautiful,” Zoey commented. “When’s the last time you and your husband made love?” “Over two months ago,” Lisa replied sadly while tears welled up in her eyes, karakoçan escort “I don’t think he loves me anymore!” “I’m sure that the pregnancy has thrown him off his game,” Zoey replied, “now just relax and let Zoey take care of everything!”

With the pump humming softly in the back ground Zoey reached into her bag of tricks and produced a short but very thick dildo that had a small vibrator hidden inside. “Now I’m going to help you get rid of all that pent up tension,” Zoey whispered while gently pushing the red head’s thighs apart, “and I think this will do the trick.” She carefully spread the hairy mound apart and slowly worked the fat head inside of the now drooling organ. “O-oh goodness gracious!” Lisa moaned. “That feels just wonderful, please, don’t stop, more, more!!!” Zoey always used a short dildo in the cases where pregnant women were involved, but it was the diameter that usually got them going as it was at least two and a half inches thick! With about four inches of rubber cock stuck in Lisa’s pussy, Zoey caressed her cheek and whispered, “Now, how does this feel?” At that moment Zoey turned on the mini vibe, sending poor Lisa’s pussy pin wheeling completely out of control! Lisa automatically arched her back and shoved her fat cunt forward as a tidal wave of orgasms build deep in the pit of her stomach!

“So that feels good, huh?” Zoey asked softly. Lisa was barely coherent, but she managed to nod her head in the affirmative as a small river of drool ran out of the corner of her mouth! Zoey continued to push the thick little invader in and out of Lisa’s pussy, and just as the passion was building to a crescendo pitch Zoey whispered into the panting woman’s ear, “Do you remember the day you got pregnant?” karaköy escort With her head spinning like a top, the poor woman could hardly comprehend a thing Zoey was saying and stammered, “W-what did you say?!?” “I just ask if you could remember the time when you hubby made you pregnant?” Lisa made and audible gulp as the suction on her nipples and the humming in her pussy drove her ever so close to the edge, but after giving it a moment’s thought replied, “Y-essssss, I remember, it was after a party, Dan took me right inside of the entry way, we never even made it to the bedroom!”

Zoey gave the dildo a couple of quick thrusts before continuing on, “Did you cum hard, I mean when he stuck his cock into your pussy did you have a big one!?!” “Oh yes,” she gasped, “h-he came in my mouth first though, and then after just a minute or two he leaned me face first against the wall and fucked me doggy style! “Is he hung?” Zoey asked. “Does he have a nice big cock!?!” “God, you should see it,” Lisa panted, “he’s eight inches long and thick as my wrist, he makes me cum so fucking hard!!!” “Do you love his pecker?” Zoey asked. “O-oh yesssss, I just love his big cock, it makes me feel like such a pussy!” Lisa stammered. Lisa was now so close to orgasm she could almost taste it! Zoey sensing that this was it, flicked the little vibe to the high setting and watched in wonder as the pregnant woman’s eyes nearly popped out of her head while a devastating climax literally shredded her poor pussy into confetti!!!

Lisa was so shell shocked that she was unable to move even a muscle! Zoey turned off the breast pump and detached the suction cups from puffy nipples and then carefully removed the fat dildo from the red haired cunt! “Thank you so much,” Lisa managed to mumble softly, “y-you don’t know how much I need that!” “I think I do,” Zoey said with a smile after putting everything back into her bag. “Shall I put you down for the same time next week?!?” With her pussy still gaping wide open Lisa sighed, “Same time, same channel!!!”

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The academy – Chapter I – Separation Anxiety

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Prologue

People do not choose to attend the academy, they are carefully selected; it is a true science, an elegant game. The academy is a place where behavioural science, neurochemistry, bioengineering, and synthetic biology are utilised to test the limits of pleasure and despair. Only the most elegant and devious minds are allowed to work here, to select our very special “guests” realize their full potential. None of us work full time at the academy, we have two lives; one we show to all, the other is hidden from all but the members of The Academy. We each have our jobs in different fields and we excel at them both in industry and academia. The Academy, however, is our true calling where the mastery over our disciplines is revealed. In the subsequent pages you will read some of the stories of our guests and you will be able to familiarise yourself with the kind of work we do here at The Academy. Who knows, maybe one day you will have the honour of being one of our guests; or even more rare, a member. Each case is unique, each story a different combination of the knowledge we have. Before each of our guests leaves The Academy, they will have learned something that changes them; that transforms who they are, and what they believe in. After all, we are in the business of teaching, and we do our job well.

Separation Anxiety

There is no such thing as liberty. You only change one sort of domination for another. All we can do is to choose our master.
– D. H. Lawrence

Hannah was thinking about her friends, how they always talk about their boyfriends, about sex; it’s all so disgusting. All they think about is sex and comparing and competing about who lasts longer, who has more orgasms, it all sounds so pointless. Her priority is her studies; flirting, dating, and course sexual encounters are a distraction. Sometimes she masturbates, but only because she needs to release the tension, the carnal instinct; she sees it as an inevitable and transitory weakness.

As she sips her coffee, oblivious of the conversation her friends are having she sees a man at the far end of the café. What drives her towards him is uncertain, he is clearly attractive, but it is something else. The way he annotates, reads, and stares at the equation-filled paper in front of him. For a moment she dares to hope; perhaps he is like her, maybe he would understand her and she could finally fall in love. She takes a deep breath, she has to go; she has a big test coming up. Hannah says goodbye to her friends and heads to her dorm room to study. That night she has a dream. She is on her bed, there is a man kissing her, it’s the boy from the café, he is biting her nipples, it feels so good, she starts to get wet, she wants him to fuck her. He undresses, she is filled with desire, and she wants him inside of her. As she sees his cock, erect and hard, she pushes him onto the bed. She starts to panic, when she looks down, her slit is gone, there is nothing but smooth skin. He can’t get in, she starts to sob, the frustration, the desire, denied. Suddenly Hannah wakes up, she is breathing hard and can feel the wetness inside her panties. She puts her hand over her panties, they are damp, her smell reaches her; she can feel her own lust. She starts to masturbate, but suddenly stops, she is angry at herself, at being weak, at being controlled by her desires.

A few months pass, Hannah has already been selected by The Academy, they have been watching her, studying her. They know what she likes to eat, what books she reads, how often she masturbates, and even about her wet dreams. As she is sitting down at the café she frequents, she is surprised by a soft voice. When she turns she sees the boy she saw a few months before, he is smiling and has her wallet in his hands. She grabs it clumsily, she must have dropped after she paid for her coffee. She thanks him. He continues to strike a conversation, it seems they saw a class together last year, thermodynamics, she can’t remember him. He says he’s struggling with particle physics, her favourite topic, Hannah is in a daze. Here she is next to this hot guy and she can help him with his work. They both sit down and start to work, he’s so smart, and she wonders why he is having so much trouble. He suddenly grabs her hand, she startles, he then uses his other hand to puts a little sticker on her neck. She is about to speak, but something is wrong, she feels weird. She stands up and begins to walk with him, she is scared, she can’t control her body, she wants to call for help but she can’t. Her body is not her own, something has taken over, she is trapped inside her mind. After a few blocks, a car is waiting for them, when she gets in she hears a voice: “it’s time to go to sleep”. Her world fades, she loses consciousness.

Hannah starts to open her eyes, she feels groggy, and her head hurts. She starts to remember, she panics. She is not in her room, she starts to move and she feels something attached to her hips. She unbuttons her pants, she is wearing some sort of metallic underwear; there is no way to get it off. Her heart is pounding, she is so scared, and tears run down her cheeks. She tries to calm down, to get a grip. She then realizes that she is dressed in her own clothes but not the ones she was wearing when she was taken. Her travel bag is by the bed, her diary is on the night table and next to it a letter. The room is a lot bigger than her dorm room, the bed is enormous; it looks almost Victorian. There is a toilet and a shower on one side of the room, and a small library on one of the corners; she recognizes the titles, they are all books from her Amazon wish list; she starts to wonder, where she is. She is confused and scared, but most of all she wants to know where she is. Then she remembers, the letter, maybe there is some information there.
As she opens the letter her heart is racing. Se beings to read it.

Dear Hannah,
Welcome to The Academy, we hope you will feel right at home. We have taken the liberty of gathering some of your personal belongings, as well as ordering kartal escort some books we thought you might find interesting. We hope that they make your stay with us even more agreeable.
Please know that we will not harm you, and that you will be able to resume your normal life in due course. Our objective is to provide you with a valuable learning experience, we hope you can appreciate it; we have worked very hard for you.
As soon as you finish reading this letter your training will begin. As you may have already noticed, a device has been strapped to your body. This device will help us with your training, please follow its instructions carefully.

Sincerely,
The Headmaster

Her thoughts are at a blaze, what is going on? What is this? How can she escape? What are they going to do to her? Before she can cry and outwardly express her panic, the device starts to beep and she feels something touch her pussy. It beings to coat her with a thick and wet substance. Then she hears another beep and a blue led appears at the front of the device. She feels something opening her pussy lips, it slowly enters her. She crosses her legs, while pulling at the edges of the device; she doesn’t want this. She feels more of it go in, it begins to vibrate slightly. As the device stops at her cervix, filling her up completely, Hannah finds herself standing up, with her legs slightly parted; in one hand she still holds the letter she was just reading, the other hand rests on the device where her pussy should be. Her breathing is disorganized, she is trying to fight her arousal; she doesn’t want to admit that she likes to be filled.
Suddenly, she hears a loud beeping sound and the device withdraws the vibrator from her pussy; she feels a jolt of electricity cursing through her whole body. The pain is unbearable, she can’t breathe. After a few seconds the blue led appears again and the vibrator fills her. The electricity stops. The vibrator begins to move and vibrate slowly, it feels so good. She is aroused again, she can feel herself getting wet. After five minutes she still has not moved, she is in a trance. A part of her is terrified as to what is happening and could happen, another part of her just wants to pretend it is not real, to disconnect herself from all thinking. A trickle of pussy juice is running down her thigh, it is thick and transparent. Her toes are curled up, her breathing is even and fast. She can feel her orgasm building, her juices flowing, her scent slowly taking over the room. The vibrator fits her like a glove, and it knows exactly where to touch her, perhaps even better than herself. She spreads her legs a bit more, her pussy juices are now coating both thighs; she is so close. She tightens her ass and pushes her pelvis forward, almost there.

She hears a loud beeping noise, the vibrator withdraws. Sheer dread grips her in less than second, she knows what is about to happen. She feels the jolt, the pain is too much; she falls to her knees. A minute passes before the blue led is turned on, the vibrator invades her again. She has drool running down her chin, her vision is blurred. She feels the vibrator pulsing more strongly, caressing her insides, touching her in all the right places. She is now sitting down with her knees recoiled and pointing up, her pussy wide open; she cums, pussy juice leaking uncontrollably making a puddle under her. Her eyes rollback, she screams, grunts, breaths heavily, asks for more in a breathless voice. It takes her a few minutes to recompose. As she tries to stand she feels how wet the floor is, she is disgusted; she feels awful. Suddenly she hears the loud beep; she screams “No! Please, no!” She feels empty and then the jolt hits her. She can’t tell how long it takes before the vibrator is filling her again and the electricity stops but she can’t move, she can barely breathe. She is face down on the pool of cum she made a few moments ago, she can smell herself; her lips touch the floor, she tastes her own cum, she can’t help it, she is too weak.
She feels a pair of hands grab her and lift her from the floor. They carefully placer onto the bed. They gently take off her socks, her shirt, and finally her pants which are still damp with her pussy juices. They make sure she is resting comfortably and then leave her. Hannah beings to fall asleep, she just wants to forget.

Four hours later Hannah is woken up by the vibrator. The feeling is subtle and yet so pleasing. She is already wet and wonders how long the vibrator has been working on her. As Hannah starts to move, the vibrators intensity increases slightly and begins to move inside her. She lets out a faint gasp. The sensations are very arousing but she can still keep it together; Hannah looks at the bookshelf, maybe she can read something and distract herself. She grabs a book from the shelf, “Smashing Physics” by Jon Butterworth. The book was just published in May, she has been meaning to read it; she disagrees with Butterworth’s negation of string theory and quantum physics “Standard model my ass!” she says to herself. Still, she wants to read it, see what he says. Twenty pages into the book she can’t stop ignoring how moist she is, her thighs are slippery and she has read the same paragraph at least five times. Then she hears the loud beep, she hates it; she prepares for the worse, she clenches her muscles. Her pussy wrapping itself onto the vibrator with all her strength, but then something different happens, she sees the blue led beep twice and then hears a soft chime. Meanwhile, inside of her, another device that was implanted while she was unconscious is telling her brain to release massive amounts of serotonin and other chemicals in her limbic system. Hannah feels so warm, and happy, and complete. She remembers feeling something like this when she tried ecstasy once, it feels so good. She tries to make sense of it… Somehow the device is rewarding her for clenching her pussy muscles and keeping the device inside of her. The feeling subsides, kastamonu escort the vibrator brings her back to reality; she is still so close to cumming. Then she hears the loud beep, she clenches her pussy hard waiting for the blue led to beep twice. She holds the vibrator in, waiting, fearing she will get shocked again. After five seconds of clenching the blue led beeps twice and she hears the chime. She gets that warm feeling again, she really likes it.

Two weeks pass and she has gotten good at stopping the device from shocking her. She is rarely shocked by the device, only when it catches her off guard. She still hates getting shocked, it is impossible to get used to that pain, she dreads it, hates it. Something has changed in her too, she rarely if ever feels bad about being constantly aroused, she cums at least three times a day. Her pussy juices are always flowing, coating her thighs, trickling down her leg. She has stopped wearing pants, it’s a waste of time and energy. She also feels energized all the time, she has read three books and is about to finish the fourth. Also, she is visited by this man who is brilliant at physics and tutors her for three hours after breakfast and again before she goes to bed. She is learning so much; a part of her is beginning to like being there. She is till scared, afraid of what they might do to her, but she can’t help feel happy sometimes.

After a month has passed, her dedication and discipline to study has doubled, her understanding of physics is sharper than ever. She was a good student before, but this is different, the man that visits her has made her incisive, relentless, and unforgiving about mistakes. The mind of scientist is forming within her. At the same time, she is always craving for more orgasms, she finds herself constantly and unconsciously clenching on the vibrator, as if asking for more pleasure. Now, it is not only that she rejects the pain from the jolts of electricity, she hates feeling of empty when she can’t hold the vibrator in. She feels anxious just thinking about not having the vibrator inside of her, she feels defeated every time it happens. Every time she stops the device from shocking her is a victory, a reflection of her discipline, and one step closer to her next orgasm. One day she wakes up to find that the bottom part of the device is gone. Her pussy is exposed, it’s been so long since she has seen her pussy. She starts to panic, her heart is racing, were is her vibrator? What is going on? Why have they taken it? Tears run down her cheeks. Her breathing is irregular, her hands and body are covered in sweat. Suddenly she sees something by the library, it looks like a harness and has two dildos. She jumps out of bed and quickly moves towards it, she hears the dreaded beep and sees the red light, she grabs one of the dildos and impales herself. The blue led appears and she hears the chime. She is safe.

Before she goes to sleep that night she quickly removes the dildo from the harness and puts it back in her pussy. She fucks herself with it for a while, she can’t believe how good it feels. She is so wet, she loves the feeling. Her first orgasm feels like it will never end, she keeps fucking her pussy furiously for more than a minute until she finally comes down from the height of her orgasm, she can barely breathe; she wants more. She keeps going, she can hear the wetness inside of her, she feels her juices trickling down and coating her asshole, she cums again. This time the orgasm is a sharp peak of pleasure, almost too steep to be comfortable. She pushes the dildo as far is it can go, she clenches her muscles; she is ready to go to sleep. As she drifts to sleep, she can smell her cum on the air, she smiles, she is so happy.

In the middle of the night she is woken up by a loud sound, she is not sure what is happening. Then she feels it, the dildo is gone! She panics, she begins to look for it, moving her hands through the bed. She feels the jolt, she had forgotten how painful it is, she screams. “Please no, pleaseee!”. The pain doesn’t stop, she stumbles upon the dildo, she grabs it. Her hands are trembling from the pain, she puts it in. Even with the pain still cursing through her, she begins to feel relief, it’s so nice to be full. The electricity stops. She now understand the purpose of the harness. She inspects it, it is subtle and light. It feels very soft to the touch. She remembers the other dildo, she gets the hint, she knows where it is supposed to go but she has never had anything up her ass. She notices that each dildo port is made so that she can fuck herself without removing the harness, all she has to do is turn a knob and a part of the harness detaches. There are two knobs, one for the front port and another for the back. “That’s clever”. She detaches both ports, and puts on the harness. She takes the dildo out of her; gobs of cum fall to the bed, the dildo is also coated in her juices, she has been clenching and relaxing her muscles all this time. She quickly places the dildo in the front port and puts it back in, just as the device beeps and the red led turns on. It quickly switches to blue. She smiles. She then turns the knob and locks the port to the harness. The clicking sound of the port being locked to the harness makes her shiver with pleasure. She looks at the other dildo, does she dare? She wants to, she is curious. But she is scared that it will hurt, she starts to wonders how she will get it in? Suddenly she gets an idea. She unlocks the front port; she is going to swap the dildos. As wet as she is, the dildo that is now in her pussy will enter effortlessly into her ass. She pulls the dildo out of her, making sure to coat it with as much of her juices as possible; she is so wet. Her juices look more like a thick transparent layer coating the dildo, she puts it to her side, careful not to tip it over and waste her precious cum. She quickly puts in the other dildo in her pussy and locks it. She bites her lip; no matter how many times she does it, it feels so good. Now kayaşehir escort she gets ready for the next part. She is on her knees, with her head resting on the bed, and her ass in the air. She takes the other dildo port with the dildo attached to it, her juices glistening, she brings it to her asshole. She pushes the dildo into her, the head goes in smoothly. Hannah smiles, she was right. She continues to push very slowly. She gradually feels more full, then she remembers her first day after her capture, how the vibrator entered her slowly, it’s so similar. She is flustered and she is making soft grunts. Suddenly she feels the port touch the harness, she turns the knob. She is now completely full, impaled by the two dildos. Her smile is obvious, her lust endless. Suddenly the same warm feeling that invaded her when she first clenched her pussy muscles around the dildo surges again. But this time it feels more like a wave of pleasure; she begins to cum, the feeling is brutal. Her juices wet the bed, her screams of pleasure are loud; she falls on her back with her leads spread. She has both hands over the dildos, pressing them through the harness with all her strength it is all she can do. After the orgasm subsides she falls asleep.

That night, she dreams that the boy from the café is fucking her; she is on top of him, bouncing up and down, her juices coating his dick. She wants more, she sees one of her dildos next to one of her legs. She leans and grabs it. She reaches back and lines it up with her asshole. The boy asks her what she is doing; “I want this in my ass while you fuck me.” The boy ask if she doesn’t think what she wants to do is wrong, she replies with need and lust “No, I need it.” She begins to slide the dildo inside of her. She pushes it as far as it can go. She cums, she cums so hard.

Hannah is suddenly awaken, she knows she is wet again. As she starts to move, something doesn’t feel right, she feels lighter. The device is gone, only the harness remains. She wonders what that means, she yawns. She needs to cum badly. She collects some of her cum from one of her thighs and brings it to her nose, she has grown to love her own smell. Suddenly she sees another letter waiting for her. She jumps up, her movements make her more conscious of the dildos inside of her, she is so full. She opens the letter, there is only one sentence. “You are going home.” She is in shock, she can’t believe it. A part of her is overjoyed and relieved. Yet, she will miss the tutoring sessions with the mysterious man, and the books she has here. She has practically finished this semesters and half of the next one, “Fuck, the semester”. She realises she hasn’t gone to class in over two months, she has probably flunked-out, what will she tell her parents, “Fuck, what will I tell them!” As she begins to worry she hears a familiar voice, “It’s time to go to sleep now”. Her world fades.

The familiar headache, “what the hell is in that drug they give me? You’d expect that they could develop a drug that doesn’t have such a nasty side effect!” She hears a voice “Consciousness regulators are not easy to develop, the field is still at its infancy.” Hannah jumps out of bed. She is in her college room; the boy from the Café, is staring at her. “You fucker, what the hell did you do to me?” He responds “No time to argue, in this envelope you will find your cover for the time you have been missing; rare case of meningitis, very contagious. You were locked up in an air-tight room at the hospital, no visitors allowed. The university permitted you to send all your evaluations via email; I’ve covered for you and I can inform you that you are doing very well. I am sorry but I must go; don’t even try explain what really happened, they won’t believe you, the will think it was the meningitis. Your parents will be here tomorrow, they are so relieved you are fine.” Hannah stops him “Wait! Hold on. I need to do something first.” She grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls him toward her, she kisses him. “Now you can go, I need to get my life back on track.”

After the boy leaves she notices her bookshelves have been replaced, all the books she had while she was captive are now in her room. She notices a letter on the night table: “What is it with these people and letters and night tables!” She opens it. It reads “With our compliments” and is singed “The Academy”. She calls her friends, they talk for a while, they promise to visit her tomorrow, afterwards she looks at her library, she is so happy. Then she remembers she has both her dildos inside of her, she has grown so used to them. She unzips her pants pulls them down. A familiar smell invades her, it makes her horny right away. She takes off the harness, dropping it onto the floor. Her pussy dripping lines of cum over the dildo and onto the floor. She is free, no beeps, no shocks. Yet, she feels so empty, so lonely without them. She notices a small tattoo just above her clit hood. It is a Star of Vergina, as big as a dime, the symbol of The Academy. “Those fuckers branded me! What the hell!?” Abruptly, she begins to feel anxious, incomplete, her pussy still oozing; she needs to be filled bad. Hannah tries to contain herself, but she can’t, the feelings are too strong. She crouches, picks up the harness and impales herself, the relief is immediate, the pleasure unforgiving. She goes back to her bed and unlocks both dildos, she needs to cum. She slowly begins fucks her ass while she clenches and relax her pussy around the other dildo. When she is close to cumming she starts to fuck her pussy, the orgasm comes crashing down, she can’t help let escape several short and high pitched screams. After she has rested for a few moments, she reaches for the dildos; she first locks the one inside her ass and then the one filling her pussy. Hannah wonders if the pleasure she feels when she hears the click produced by the ports as they are fixed to the harness will ever fade. At that moment she knows that she can’t live without them; she will sleep, eat, and go to class with them. They are now a part of her and she loves it. Parting from them would be too painful, the sheer thought causes so much anxiety, so much sadness. She loves to be filled, she needs it, and it makes her a better person, she has found herself in the strangest of ways, she is not afraid of being who she truly is anymore.

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Hi there, this is my second true story in a series. I was very happy with the response to my first so thank you very much too all the people who gave feedback and told me how I went. For all those who didn’t, and especially those who decided to give me negative ratings, please do rate and comment and tell me why you gave me a negative rating etc. That way I know how I can write my story better. Thank you ï Š

Part 2:
It’s been 3 year since I started having my cock buried in this gorgeous creature in front of me, and here I am doing it again. Her pussy feels as tight as the first time I fucked her, and it still amazes me. Right at this moment, I am fucking her from behind, doggy style. I still can’t believe how lucky I am, for those who don’t know, I am Jake 21, and my girlfriend is Jayne, who is now 20. She still has an incredible body, and I have put on some weight since last time, but nonetheless we are having an awesome time fucking.
“Fuck me harder; what the fuck are you doing back there?â€
“Sorry baby, just day dreaming†I reply quickly, grabbing a hold of her waist and slamming that perfect body hard back onto my cock.
“Oh yea, that’s it stud, fuck me†she starts moaning in short rapid moans.
I have learnt that if she calls me stud, she’s not faking it. So I move my hand around her waist towards her clit, and start to rub it. That sent her over the edge, as her back arches, as she starts to cum.
“AWWWW BABY, CUM FOR ME, CUM IN ME. I WANT YOU’RE CUM IN ME†she screams.
As she starts to cum, I think ‘thank god we weren’t fucking at her parents’ house; otherwise her dad would be down any second chasing me with his double barrel shot gun. ‘There’s a reason it has two barrels’ he told me one day, pointing towards my balls with two fingers.
Anyway I feel her pussy tightening around my cock a second time. This time I know I’m not going to last, so I lean forward and whisper in her ear, “does my girl want it in her, because if she does she needs to beg for it†. I start to kiss her ear, and her neck.
“Yes baby, cum in me…I need your cum in me….please cum in me now!!!!!â€
I felt my balls tighten as I hear her moaning for my cum. I grab her hips, and start to fuck her harder and harder, slamming my cock into her. I hear as my balls slap on her wet lips and as soon as I feel her cumming a third time, I started to cum. Spurt after spurt of cum starts to coat her pussy, and as I finish I feel my legs start to weaken and I collapse on top of her on my bed.
“That was amazing†she whispers to me during breathing.
“Thanks babe, I’m only getting better because of you. I love you†I say back to her.
“I love you too baby†she says.
She started to turn around and as I fall off her I hear my cock pop out of her, my cum coming out of her tight teen pussy. She reaches down, wiping most of it off and licks her fingers clean. She starts to kiss me, and I taste our cum mixed together, her sweetness with my saltiness.
“We have the perfect cum combination†she says to me and start to kiss me again, snaking her tongue in between my lips and pushing some more of our cum into my mouth. We both swallow our shared cum mixture and she starts to snuggle into my arms.
“Baby, what were you day dreaming about back there†she asks
“Hmmm, what are you talking about?†I asked
“When I ask you why you were so slow back there, you said you were day dreaming. What were you day dreaming about?†she asks again.
Now I know her well enough to know that she won’t let this go, so I told her exactly what I was thinking about. “I was thinking about that night in your parent’s house, where we first fuckedâ€
“Hmmm yea that was pretty amazing, thanks baby†she says.
“You’re welcome. So what is the plan for tomorrow?†I asked, hoping she’d say nothing and that we can just stay home.
“Well I’m having Sarah and Matthew over. And I’m guessing that you will also be hereâ€
“Great†I say with a bit of sarcasm.
“What’s wrong with them, they are nice people, plus we will be having a couple of drinks†she smiles at me. That devilish smile that makes me changes my mind about everything. The same one she gave me the first night we slept together. I knew that smile was trouble.
“Fine†I say back knowing that I will be regretting my decision later. Usually when we have people over, we don’t have sex. For some reason, Jayne loves her privacy when it comes to her friends.
With that I started falling asleep with her snuggled into my chest, with my right arm wrapped around her cupping her tit.

I woke up the next morning with the greatest sensation a man can wake up too. As I looked down, I see the blanket bob up and down and I feel Jayne’s soft wet lips wrapped around my cock. Her one hand was stroking my shaft while the other one was cupping and rolling my balls around in her palm.
She must’ve felt me moving because she pulls down the covers, removing her lips from my hard cock and say “good morning sleepy head, I figured I owe you for tonight†. As she finished her sentence, her tongue licks down my shaft and start licking my balls, after a while she sucks one nut in and pulling back popping it out of her mouth. I had no idea how long she has been going on like this but I knew I was getting close.
“Baby, I’m close†I say to her
“Yippee!!! Cum in my mouth, I want a big breakfastâ€
She wraps her lips around my cock again and kaynarca escort starts to bob up and down, her hand stroking my shaft at the same pace. Fuck this girl knows how to get me off, I hear her moan on my cock. I look down and I see her fingering herself,
As I feel her moaning again, I grab the back of her head and slowly push her further onto my cock. She starts to moan loudly and that sends me over the edge.
“Baby, I’m Cummmmmmmiiinnnnnngggggg!!!†I grunt loudly
Spurt after spurt of hot cum spurts into the little minx’s mouth. I feel her sucking and swallowing but some gets away from her and drips onto my balls. She lifts her head and cleans the rest of my cock off, getting the cum on my balls. She moves up my body and kisses me passionately on the lips, I can taste the saltiness of my cum on her tongue. “Morning baby, hope you had a good sleep†she says and gets off me walking to the bathroom.
“I had an even better wakening, thanksâ€
“That’s okay; you know I’d do anything for you. Especially after you shaved that magnificent cock of yours, at least I don’t get pubes in my mouth anymore. It makes it so much more enjoyable, now why don’t you come join me for a shower†she says
“Okay†. I get up; hoping that maybe I’d get some sex before the day start, but I wasn’t that lucky as she say that she needs to clean the house and I need to go buy alcohol before Sarah and Matt comes.
“Ah I forgot about them. Why are they coming again†I ask, as I feel her wet hands soap my body, paying special attention to my cock.
“No reason, just wanted them over for a bit†she says. After about 15 minutes of washing each other’s bodies she gets out and I follow. Each of us went about our day normally, me buying alcohol, snacks and a few steaks to cook. She went about from what I would assume cleaning the house.
5 pm comes and goes and around 6 pm we hear the doorbell ringing. We head to the door letting Sarah and Matt in.
Now let me first start by describing Sarah. She’s a gorgeous tall girl, about 185cm, with long legs that she loved to show off in miniskirts and short shorts. I didn’t mind as it gave me a good look at her ass and legs. Her tits were smaller than Jayne’s which was okay with me, as I’m more an ass and leg guy. I would guess about an A borderline B cup. She’s a brunette, with hazel eyes and set of lips that any guy would love to have wrapped around their cock. Yes I have thought about her sometimes when I needed to cum and Jayne wasn’t around.
Her boyfriend, Matt, he was a tool. Tradie by day, cocksucker by night, but like good friends me and Jayne tried to get to know him better. The only common ground me and him met was at sport and drinking, but that was it. I still thought of him as a tool, and I know he probably thought the same off me but I couldn’t care, he wasn’t my boyfriend.
We were drinking, cooking, snacking for about 3 hours when everyone was getting properly wasted. I saw the girls giggling, looking at us and I was sure I saw Sara looking at my crotch along with Jayne, but I couldn’t be sure. So I just dismissed the idea as they looked away and started to giggle again. As we reached 11 pm, I said that it was getting late and that we should probably head to bed.
“You guys can stay here, cant they Jake†as only a polite Jayne can offer, and I knew my chances of scoring was slim. “Sure, as long as they are quiet†I say laughing.
“Yea sure†Sarah says.
“No fucking way, I’m not staying here†A very drunk Matt started saying. “I have my own fucking bed I can sleep on, I’m not sleeping on these people bed and not fucking tonight’
“MATTHEW!!! We can’t drive home, we are too fucking drunk†yell Sarah.
“I don’t fucking care, I’m sleeping on my own bed†I heard him yell, I knew this was gonna turn into a shit storm if nothing was done.
“Look why don’t you leave your keys here and then catch a cab home or you can stay here and drive home in the morning†I offer.
“No way man, I’m driving home now†Matt says and storm out of the house, Sarah chasing him.
After about 10 minutes and a lot of screaming I hear Sarah come back up the stairs.
“That fucking dickhead, he’s going to get himself killed and I’m not going to be a part of it†she say’s crying.
“What happened baby?â€
“I told him that if he goes home that he should fucking leave me and that I never want to see him again. I’m not going to be around when he drives into a pole and kills himself.â€
‘Oh god this is going to be a long night’ thinking to myself. “Well you can stay here tonight in the spare bedroom and sort it out in the morning†I offered
“You sure I’m not imposing†she asked, wiping tears away.
“Yea it okay, we will look after you†I said guiding Jayne and Sarah to the spare bedroom. “I’ll leave you girls alone so that you can settle down and talk about stuffâ€
I left closing the door behind me and started cleaning up. After about half an hour, Jayne comes out of the room and hugs me.
“Is everything okay?†I ask
“Yer, I’m just realising how lucky I am sometimesâ€
“Well I do tell you all the time that you are lucky to have me†I say laughing, and receiving a soft knee in the balls.
“Shut up, I told Sarah that if she needs anything she can just come into our room and askâ€
“Sure thing gorgeousâ€
We headed for kaynaşlı escort bed, turning all the light off and as we got under the covers I felt Jayne’s arm on my leg, moving its way up to my groin. “Hey what are you doing†I asked sarcastically.
“I’m finishing up from this morning†as she grabs my now hard cock, rubbing it through my boxers. “I want you’re cum in me…tonightâ€
As she said this she started undressing and grabbed my cock again, this time moving her hand underneath the band. I pull my boxers down and feel her naked body move up against mine. I feel her hard nipples poking me and I feel her wet pussy softly grinding on my leg. I roll her over on top of me saying “I want you to ride me baby, I want you in chargeâ€
I felt her wet lips settle on top of my cock and she softly started grinding on me, god her lips feel great. She starts to kiss me, and get up on her knees, lifting her head I feel her grab a hold of my cock, putting the head at her wet warm lips and starts to slowly lower herself impaling my shaft deep into her pussy.
I see her in the dark, bobbing up and down on my cock. The full moonlight lighting her up, at that moment I was so happy I hired the apartment with the sunroof. Seeing her nipples coming out from those perfect breasts, her hairless pussy slowly sinking deeper and deeper onto my cock, and seeing her lips pull out a bit as she lifts herself off from it. It felt incredible; I grabbed her ass, kneading it and seeing her move her hand down and start to rub her clit. I knew she was getting close and honestly so was I.
“Aww baby, cum in me, please cum in me†she said as she started her first orgasm.
“I’m…Fuck….Cum…ming…ahhh†I close my eyes, and as I open them I look towards the door, seeing Sarah looking through the open door. I was stunned she hasn’t seen me looking at her yet, and I realised she was looking at my cock still in Jayne.
Jayne collapsed on me, and cuddled into my chest.
Whispering to her I say “Hey i think we have a peeping tom at the doorâ€
“Really†She lifts her head and looks straight at the door “Hey Slut, what are you doing. Get your ass in here†she says quite aggressively.
“Shit, sorry…um no†we hear the reply from the other side of the door.
“No you come in here and explain yourself†Jayne says again “or I’m going to come get youâ€
As she comes into the room, I can see she was just in her underwear. “um well, I heard noises in here and I thought I might come and have a lookâ€
“And?â€
“Well….uhmmmmâ€
By now I’ve grown hard again and I could see that she was staring straight at my exposed cock. I also noticed that her pink lace panties were growing a darker spot of pink as she was getting wetter.
“And….uhmmm…I was wondering if it’s alright with you guys if I could join you†She said really awkwardly, but walking and sitting on the end of the bed, her eyes still fixated on my member.
I was shocked, here I just had sex with a gorgeous girl and now another one wanted to join us, but nonetheless I was as keen as a bean. I knew that I had to play my cards right and didn’t want to ruin what might happen here and I looked at Jayne. “Uhmm up to you baby†was all I could get out.
Jayne leaned over to me and whispered at my ear, “Well baby, if it was up to me we wouldn’t still be just lying here†and her hand travelled down to my cock grabbing it firmly.
“Uhmm Ok, but only if it’s alright with Jayne, and I first want to see you two making out†and as I said that looking back at Sarah, I noticed her hand rubbing the outside of her crotch with her bra already taken off.
“How about Sarah comes over here and we decide what will happen, you just lie back and enjoy.†Jayne said to me, slowly moving down to my cock which was still in between her fingers.
I felt Sarah jump onto the bed, but what I felt more was the second hand grab onto my cock. It grabbed my cock softer, with more care but her fingernails were longer and so were her fingers. I looked back down and I saw the two girls making out furiously with both still stroking me, but I also saw Jayne’s finger inside of Sarah’s panties, which she still hadn’t taken off. I reached down, and from behind I placed my fingers onto Jayne’s bald mound. I started rubbing her clit and almost immediately I heard her moaning, and I felt her grind down onto my hand.
The girls broke their kiss, and both moved up to beside me, and started taking turns making out with me. First it was Sarah, her kiss was more forceful and her tongue darted in and out of my mouth. I felt her hard nipples rub against my side, and I felt her wet pussy grind on my right leg. Her left hand was still on my cock and I realised she must’ve taken off her panties at some point when she moved up because now she wasn’t wearing any.
I swapped kissing with the girls and I just loved feeling two different hands working on my shaft, occasionally playing with my balls.
“Should we do it†Jayne winks at Sarah.
“Yerâ€
As she said that, Jayne swung her leg over me and positioning her dripping pussy right above my head, and started lowering herself. I couldn’t wait so I grabbed her ass and pulled her pussy down onto my poked out tongue digging it in a little as she stopped right above me with her hands on my chest. I could taste my cum mixed with hers, which was a first, but I didn’t care. The aroma that she had was intoxicating kayseri escort and I couldn’t get enough of her. I loved eating her, my tongue working up and down her lips, slowly pushing in, my fingers spreading her lips far enough so that I can get my tongue as deep in as possible.
I was still busy eating Jayne and didn’t even notice that my cock was still being stroked by Sarah, that the sudden lowering of her pussy onto my cock was quite a surprise. I moaned into Jayne’s lips and I felt her moan but no moan came out. I figured she and Sarah must’ve been kissing again and I wasn’t going to break up that beautiful thought. But Sarah’s pussy was amazing, she was just as tight as Jayne but somehow felt different. She was wetter and I could feel her juices already run down my shaft and onto my bed. She was slowly lifting and lowering herself onto my cock, and I figured I’d let her take her pace while I was eating this incredible pussy above my head.
Jayne was close to cumming and I felt someone’s finger starting to rub her clit. I brought a finger up and started fingering her, and slowly adding a second one. She cummed and I felt her pussy juices flow onto and around my tongue. She just held still and yet I still felt the finger moving on her clit, I figured it must’ve been Sarah’s.
After she cummed, she just rolled of me and onto the side of the bed. This was the first time that I could see Sarah actually sitting on my cock, and she looked incredible. It felt like me and Jayne’s first time back in her parents’ house, only it was someone else. The moonlight showed her perfect figure moving up and down, her head thrown back, her mouth open moaning. I looked down her body and saw she had the tightest tummy I have ever seen, and looking further I could see she was shaven except for a landing strip. She was moaning quite loudly and I decided that I was going to take control, as Jayne was still recovering.
I grabbed her hips and rolled her over onto her back my cock still buried in her. I grabbed her legs, lifting them onto my shoulder and I supported my weight onto my knees. I started slamming into her, with no warning, and I felt her gasp as her pussy tried grabbing onto my cock tighter. She was cumming already; her juices were now flowing down her bum onto the mattress. I decided that I was going to keep going and just fucked harder and faster, her hand was now on her clit and I felt Jayne’s hand grabbing my balls. This was so hot; here I was fucking my girlfriend’s best friend with my girlfriend holding onto my balls. I knew I wasn’t going to last long.
As I felt Sarah cumming, I noticed that her body was spasming. Her hips were bucking very excessively and her moans were more like screams. She pushed me away from her, but I kept on fucking her. She became more forceful in her pushing and I felt my cock being enveloped in fluid, the pressure was increasing around my cock and as I slowly pulled out and just then, Sarah started to squirt. Her body was going insane. I remember there and then watching a porno one day with a girl named Cyntheria and she was a squirter just like Sarah. So I decided to do what the guy did with her. I grabbed her hips, and pushed her stomach down onto the mattress holding her in place. I then started rubbing her clit which just made her squirt more. She started begging “No, No more…Please†but I kept on going, she must’ve squirted bucket loads over me and Jayne and I decided to stop after about a minute or so. She was spent and blacked out on the mattress.
“Oh My God!!! That was amazing†yelled Jayne “How did you do thatâ€
“I don’t know; guess she’s a squirted†I laughed “But the bit about rubbing her clit more and more, that was pornâ€
“Well….she’s out of it now†Jayne said as she grabbed my cock and pushed me onto my back. “I don’t know about you but I’m very close to cumming alreadyâ€
“Yer me too baby, and I just want to cum all over you†I told her with a wink and cheeky smile.
She started to lower herself onto me, but I stopped her, rolled out from underneath her and pushed her onto all fours. Lining my cock up with her pussy I didn’t even warn, just forced myself through her lips. She started moaning, rubbing her own clit. I grabbed onto her hips and fucked her harder and faster, every now and again looking down at Sarah. It was incredible, here we were covered in someone else’s cum and loving it. I was close, very close and I heard from Jayne’s short rapid moans that she was too.
“I’m CUMMM….MMMINNNGGG†was all Jayne could get out. I felt her pussy wrap tighter around my cock and I felt her juices flow out and down her leg.
That sent me over the edge and I pulled out and motioned her to put her head right next to Sarah’s. She opened her mouth and as I was stroking my cock, I started cumming. It was the biggest load I’ve ever blown and here I was cumming across two gorgeous girl’s faces. I counted eight spurts of cum, with Jayne sucking the rest and cleaning me up. I looked at the two girls lying right next to one another, and I thought that the amount of cum that was on them looked like two separate guys cummed on individual faces.
Jayne rested her head onto Sarah’s chest sucking a nipple for a brief period. I rested my head on Sarah’s stomach close enough to her pussy for me to smell her erotic aroma.
That was the best night of my life, we all fell asleep in a wet sticky mess, the girls still covered in my cum and me still sticky from Sarah’s juices.

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The Chauffeur (7) The DEA and the CG boys

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

When I woke up the following morning, I went out to the kitchen table to get some pineapple juice and a couple slices of toast and butter. As I was eating my toast, I noticed that the porn twins had returned and were splashing around in one of the pools. The CG boys were also outside in the pools.

I got up from the kitchen table and walked outside. I called the two porn twins and the two CG boys over. Fred joined us so that my questions were asked and answered in an appropriate manner.

After the four of them were done splashing around, I asked them to join me in the dining room, which they did. I started with the CG boys. They were Fred’s nephews and Fred and I were curious as to where they have been for the last three weeks.

I asked the four of them where they have been and what they are up to. It turns out that they have gone to work for the DEA. The four of them had gone to Las Vegas which I wasn’t opposed to, but I think that it worried Fred a bit. He joined us at the table asking the boys questions about what they have been doing with the porn twins.

The porn twins both had wedding rings on their fingers. Dakota and Jill both asked what did that mean, where they all married or not? The porn twins shrugged their shoulders telling Fred and me to ‘not worry’ as they know what they are doing. I didn’t buy that answer for a moment and judging by Fred’s facial expression, neither did he.

However, wearing wedding rings made Fred and me look curiously at the rings. I started with the boys first asking them who asked who to get married. The boys told me that they asked the girls so that the four of them were appearing to be married. Fred asked them why the four of them were married, at first, we got a simple explanation that it was something that we didn’t need to put our nose into, but both Fred and I didn’t accept that explanation. Fred asked them who did the recruiting, but they were a bit vague as to who did what. To me, it felt as if the DEA did the recruiting and his nephews just followed along.

I asked the four of them if they received our text messages, and if they did why did they not respond? The four of them really had no good answer to our questions. The vague answer we received was that they needed to be married to fulfill the personnel profile that the DEA had built for the four of them.

I asked them who they were trying to stay away from. They told us that they were trying to keep from the Mexican drug cartel. The four of them went out into the desert around Las Vegas. The Mexicans didn’t seem to have the proper equipment. They only seemed to have a hookup in the desert. The CG boys brought their .50 caliber rifles and took out more than 25 Mexicans which surprised them. The porn twins stayed inside of a casino and played some penny slots, which brought them $500 of winnings and some safety.

Once again, the CG boys kept an eye on the Mexicans. Fred asked them if they felt as if they were being used by the DEA. The boys sat and thought a few minutes before they answered NO. I smiled when they told us NO, but I still didn’t believe them 100%. Fred and I worried about them. It was one thing for them to run drug interdiction in the waters off Somalia, but in the desert, it might be a different story. I asked them if they felt that they were safe in the desert. So far, they felt that they were safe. One of the boys told us about Special Agent Gwendolyn “Wendy” Wade. The DEA recruited her away from Homeland Security. They made her a project team lead. It is her job to lead a team of 20-25 agents to take on the drug cartels directly. Our CG boys seemed to be OK with Special Agent Wade. Since I didn’t know Agent Wade, I thought I would make a couple of phone calls to check on her.

I dialed up Fernandez and asked what he thought about the DEA using Fred’s nephews. Fernandez told me that it can easily go either way, usually, the DEA will try to hire people such as the CG boys and get them to aggressively take out the Mexican’s. I asked if I should worry about the CG boys being used against the drug cartel, Fernandez said it will depend on whom the DEA has running the project. I gave him the name of the agent who was the team lead. Fernandez said that he knows of Special Agent Wade and that she has a clean reputation but is tough and usually doesn’t leave a lot of loose ends. He also went on to tell me that the DEA looked for former military and former SWAT. They want people with some tactical experience before they recruit them.

I asked Fernandez how much his wife was enjoying working for me. He told me that he was very excited that she was working for Jaxson, Inc. He said that she told him every night that she went home that she was really enjoying the whole real estate division which made me smile.

He tells me that she finds working for me a bit quirky and she looks forward to going to the Hawk and firing up her computer to get people’s houses listed in the MLS. She enjoys going to the Hawk every single day, plus she likes working for Jennifer.

After time went on, I decided that it was time to unveil my new project. I dialed up the people that I needed and had them pull the three tractor-trailers out in front of the Hawk. The back doors opened, and ramps fell from the back door to the ground allowing an F1 to slowly back out of the trailer. There was a second trailer that opened, and a race car known as a ‘funny car’ emerged from inside the trailer. Again, it was adorned in Jaxson, Inc colors.

Both drivers were introduced, although virtually no one knew who they were. I stood in the sun at the entrance to the Hawk having multiple pictures taken with the new race team. The funny car was part of the NHRA group. Funny car is one level below top fuel. They usually travel the quarter-mile in just a hiccup over 4 seconds often in the high 3 seconds. I had contacted the veteran of Funny Car, John Force. He was a guiding light on starting a team to compete in Funny Car. He has two beautiful daughters that also race NHRA. One in funny car with him and the other in Top Fuel.

The other car, the F1 had lots of media taking pictures of the car and myself standing in front of the race vehicle. The guy we hired was from Germany and virtually no one in the US knew him. I chatted with the driver and asked him how excited he was to drive for Jaxson, Inc. He told me that he figured that it would take a few months to gain some traction with the fans. I agreed and asked him when the race in Long Beach would take place, he quoted the week and day of the race. I told him that I was looking forward to a race that most people in the US were not familiar with. He suggested a marketing plan regarding tee shirts that intrigued me. He said that people love to buy tee shirts as souvenirs from the race event. He said that virtually everywhere the teams sell the tee shirts for $20 and up. His suggestion was to keep the cost of the tee-shirt the first two years at $10 which made a whole bunch of sense to me. I dialed up our marketing people and gave them the direction to price all our tee shirts at $10.

Once again, Tony Stewart made an appearance and we chatted with our opinions about NASCAR. He told me that there was still an opening in the truck series and that he would like to see Jaxson, Inc. take advantage of it. I told him that we would put a vehicle in the truck series and will look forward to Tony helping us make our way through the truck series. He agreed that he would do so, and we ended the conversation.

Once the press conference was over, I took the time to dial up Special Agent Wade. I reached her voicemail and left her a message that I would like to have a discussion with her about Fred’s nephews. I left my phone number and Fred’s number hoping to hear from her shortly.

After the press conference about the three-race teams, I dialed up Dakota and asked her how she was feeling.

“How’s my darling feeling today?” I asked.

“Well, I miss you, Daddy. How’s the day going?” she replied.

“It’s going OK. I’m trying to reach a Special Agent Wade of the DEA. I want to speak to her about the CG boys and them being used by the DEA. I want to first make sure that they are surrounded by quality agents and second, I want to make sure that the boys are not walking into some sort of ambush since they are taking on the Mexican drug cartel,” I tell her.

“Well Daddy, what can I do for you,” she says to me in a serious manner.

“Darling, right now I don’t think that there’s much for you to do, but if I think of something, I will let you know,” I say to her.

We exchange our declarations of love for each other before we hang up.

Since we are driving, I ask Fred if we could find a place for him and me to chat a bit. He takes me to this out of the way pub that he knows about and parks the town car that we’re driving in. Once it’s parked, we both get out and head inside.

“Fred what’re your thoughts on your two nephews working for the DEA and having a profile of two guys who have brand new brides. I really don’t think that they thought this through all the way,” I say to Fred.

“I think you have the right idea. The boys are patriotic and believe that they are doing the right thing to help this country. However, I worry that now they have two wives which make them a bit weaker as they now must protect the twins and still put themselves into hostile situations. I think that the twins need to go back to the pool house at the Chateau to remain safe,” Fred says to me. What he said made a lot of sense.

I ordered myself a Coke and Fred ordered a glass of Sprite. I’m sure the bartender was laughing at both of us ordering a couple of sodas and no alcohol.

CHAPTER 2

We looked up at the TV that was playing over the bar. Once again, I saw my face on the TV. The TV was showing me standing in front of our three race teams along with Tony Steward and John Force. We had a good presence on TV, and I was happy about that.

While Fred was drinking his Sprite, my phone buzzed.

“Hello, this is David Greene,” I said as I answered the phone.

“Hi Mr. Greene, this is Special Agent Wade,” The voice on the other end of the phone said.

“Ah, Special Agent Wade, thank you for calling me back,” maraş escort I say to her.

“What can I do for you sir?”

“Well, I have a couple of questions about the two guys that used to be in the Coast Guard and are now working for you. I would like more details on what they do for you,” I say to her.

“Oh, you’re talking about Derrick and James Patrick. What can I answer for you?” she asks me.

“Well, first, they tell me that they are part of a 20-25-person team,” I tell her.

“Yes, they are part of a team about that size,” she tells me.

“May I ask about their safety?” I question.

“Well, not really. Since they both did drug interdiction over in Somalia, they were the perfect candidates for us to recruit,” she tells me.

“Um, how much are you paying them?” I ask expecting a poor pay scale.

“Well, we are paying them by the event,” she tells me.

“What does that me, by the event?” I ask.

“It means that when the team has interaction with the drug cartel people, they get paid for that amount of time only,” she tells me.

“Special Agent Wade, we need to change that way of paying these boys starting today. Either pay them all the time or take them off your payroll. I have lots of work for them to do if you can’t pay them properly,” I tell her. I get a long pause before she replies, “I will put through the necessary paperwork to get them paid more money,” she tells me.

“Ms. Wade, if they get hurt while interacting with the Mexican Drug Cartel group, will their new brides get the money?” I ask expecting a negative answer.

“Well, sir I’ll have to check into that,” she tells me.

“Agent Wade, I know that you can’t just make these decisions. You work for the government, but your agency set up a profile for them and they followed through and now they must worry about their new brides in addition to their own safety. Please let’s get this changed to make sure that the boys are being paid properly and that their wives are going to get injury or death benefits,” I tell her. She agrees that she will put through the paperwork and change things. I thank her for her time and for taking the time to call me back.

I tell Fred about the conversation that I just had with Special Agent Wade. He agrees with me that the boys need to be paid properly. We finish up our soda and head to the house.

The drive home was quite easy as the traffic was very light. When we reached the gates, Fred as usual poked the necessary buttons to get us inside the two gates and into the courtyard. He pulled the town car into one of the garages. He parked the car and we headed inside the house. I found Dakota first. She got up off the chair she was on and put her arms around me and hugged me and kissed me. As we were breaking from our hug and kiss, I flipped up her tee-shirt to check if she had panties on or not. She did.

Bobby and Sammy were cooking dinner. They had pork chops with a white gravy going on. They also had mashed potatoes along with buttered corn and biscuits. It just smelled delightful.

Since it was after 5 pm, many of the ladies who live at the Chateau were home or just arriving home. I saw Allison and Belinda. I asked them about what their opinions were about the porn twins and the CG boys now being married. They said that they thought it was a bad idea since the marriage wasn’t out of love for each other, it was to fulfill something that the DEA had requested.

As I was sitting at the kitchen table, I felt this soft pair of hands cover my eyes. I guessed that it was Tina, but I was wrong. Ronda had appeared at the Chateau just about an hour before Fred and I arrived. She whirled around me and sat her cute little ass on my lap once again. Clearly, she was on the horny side as she wrapped her legs around me and pulled herself into me. We kissed much like teenagers before Ronda got off my lap and took me by the hand down the hall to my bedroom.

Just like the day before, she shed my clothing and hers and took me into the bathroom for us to take a long hot shower to relax before we got intimate. She opened the shower door and we both stepped in. I turned on the hot water getting both of us wet. Ronda took the shampoo and washed my hair. I took the shampoo and did the same to her. We spent quite a while cleaning each other.

When we were done, we turned the water off and got a couple of towels to begin drying each other off. I took my time caressing and drying Ronda’s beautiful body. Once we were both dry, we tossed the towels into the hamper and went out into the bedroom to climb onto one of the play beds. We embraced each other gently caressing and licking and kissing each other. We spent a couple of hours being intimate. At some point, Jill peeked her head into the bedroom telling us that dinner was ready and if we didn’t get our bodies to the kitchen, John would eat our share of dinner. We both smiled and proceeded out to the kitchen holding hands the entire way out there.

I did everything that I could do to play with Ronda. Both Dakota and Jill managed to get Ronda into a process in the kitchen so that Ronda was ready to play with me. She took me by the hand down the hallway and into my bedroom.

I easily stripped all my clothes off and so did Ronda. She took me by the hand and lead me to a play bed making sure that we both managed to intertwine with each other.

Allison, BJ, Amy, Belinda, Dakota, Jill, Tina, Donna, Jennifer, Diane, and John all spent time making plates for dinner. The ladies all looked beautiful.

It was very important to make all the ladies come into the Chateau. Maybe I made all of them work hard at being in the play beds in my bedroom. They each brought themselves into the bedroom pulling me onto one of the play beds. I gladly allowed the ladies to pull me onto a bed before they played with me. I just smiled as they had their way with me.

Of all the women, I found myself attracted to Allison. Once again, she made herself available to me on the play bed. The other ladies were delightful, but I knew that Allison wanted me without a doubt. Although Allison and I played, Ronda joined in as well. She kept declaring her love for me which I found very erotic.

Fred and I still worried about his nephews and their new wives. We worried about the DEA using the two nephews. However, we were not going to allow the two nephews to randomly take aim at the Mexican drug cartel. John, I, and Fred all went with his nephews. We chatted with the DEA people and Special Agent Wade. She indicated that she was putting the CG boys to take out several of the drug cartel people. Now it was time to go to war and make the Mexican’s pay for their sins against our CG guys. The drug guys were hiding in an old dilapidated house. Special Agent Wade was happy that we came along to add some strength to the DEA side of the equation.

James and DJ both took their .50 caliber rifles. We all traveled out into the desert just outside of LA. We had the porn twins at the Chateau for safety. Special Agent Wade brought extra agents along for the attack on the Mexicans. Fred and I took aim and ensured that the Mexicans found themselves on the wrong side of the attack. With the 25 agents, plus the CG boys and Fred, John, and myself we ended up eliminating 66 bad guys. We all hooted and hollered taking down that many bad guys.

John, Fred, and I didn’t feel as if there was enough protection for all the agents. Special Agent Wade did her job and ensured that everyone was safe, however, John, Fred and I took aim at the Mexicans and used the cars that Special Agent Wade had us bring, which were a government issue. It was nice to take down more bad guys. They were not going to attack the Chateau. They were going to find out that we were ready for them and would take them down.

Once we all got back from the desert, I invited Special Agent Wade to come to have a late dinner with all of us at the Chateau. Agent Wade was hesitant to ride back to the house with us, but we convinced her to come to dinner. We explained about Bobby and Sammy. I think the idea of two chefs excited her.

Once we got back to the Chateau, I asked what Bobby and Sammy had prepared for dinner. We were told that they had prepared some beef tips and noodles along with a fresh salad that had some feta cheese added to it in addition Bobby made a couple of loaves of sourdough bread. Sammy also made three cakes, one lemon crème, one chocolate vanilla swirl, and one banana.

We all took seats at the dining room table. I think that Special Agent Wade was amazed at the sheer size of the Chateau.

“Agent Wade, do you like beef tips and noodles?” I asked.

“Absolutely,” she tells me.

“Can you tell me about your house. It is so large,” she says.

“How did you come to acquire this property?” She asks.

“Well, you are correct. It is very large. In fact, it is 28.000 square feet. 20 bedrooms and 31 bathrooms. We have two of the most advanced video gaming rooms, a pool table room, three kitchens, two offices, and three master suites. Our garage will hold 20 vehicles and the courtyard will hold another 25. And best of all, we acquired the house for free. And, we helped the FBI take down some Russian brothers that had been wanted for a couple of years but just kept under the radar and were nearly impossible to catch, but thankfully they were more greedy than ever and fell for the FBI’s trap that we set for the closing of the property,” I tell her.

“Well, that’s kind of a long story. Are you willing to hear it all?” I ask.

“Of course, I am, I would not have asked it I wasn’t,” she says to me.

“Well, Agent Wade, it started with a lady named Sasha who ran the Happy, Happee Limo company. As she was running this company, I was dating a lady named Tina, who is standing right behind you with a plate full of dinner. Tina and I met a group of college kids at an IHOP one night, which is where we met John and Diane. Now when we first met them, John was just part of her group. As they were at the register dealing with a horrible waitress, they were a bit short on their funds to pay their bill. I had made an incredible amount of money in tips that night. I walked up to the register and asked what the problem was. The waitress kept threatening to send them all to jail for dine and dash. I asked what kapaklı escort their total was, she didn’t tell me. I had to ask a second time before she answered me. It turned out that they owed about $75. I pulled out a $100 bill and left it for the waitress paying their bill and giving her a large tip. The very next night Jill was assigned to be my trainer that evening. I learned a lot from her. After we finished our shift, it was about 1 am. We spent some time discussing some tips on being successful in the limo business. We parted and headed home. When I reached my apartment, my phone kept ringing. I answered it and I got a hysterical Jill who had been in a serious car accident. She told me where she was, in what hospital. I jumped back into my car and drove as fast as I could to the hospital that she was taken to. When I arrived there, I asked the security guard where Jill Morgan was located. He told me what exam room she was in and I headed to that exam room.

Once I arrived at the door to the exam room, she summoned me to come in. By this time, she had an IV in her arm and they had a bag of fluids being put into her. While I was there, they shot her up with morphine which made her very chatty. While she was sitting on the exam bed, she declared her love for me. Now what I haven’t told you was that Tina and I decided to part ways after IHOP that evening. We just felt like we weren’t heading anywhere together. Tina was the smarter one between us and asked for me to let her out of our relationship, which I did.

As I stood there in the ER, I held Jill tightly. The nurse came into the exam room to tell her about the results of the pregnancy test that they took before they shot her full of morphine and before they took her to the place in the hospital to do an MRI. I offered to step out, but Jill told the nurse that she wanted me to stay and that she didn’t have anything to hide from me. Now mind you, at this point, I was just her trainee. The nurse reluctantly told Jill that she was pregnant. Jill put her head into me and just sobbed as she knew that the guy who got her pregnant wasn’t coming back. I put my arms around her and just held on.

It wasn’t until 6 am that they found a room for her as they were going to keep her at least overnight but maybe a couple of days, which it turned out they kept her a week. Now the lady, Sasha only showed up once to check on Jill. When I arrived to see Jill, Sasha tried to make it very uncomfortable, but I didn’t care because I knew she wasn’t a good manager of Happy, Happee Limo.

One would think that your best driver going into the hospital after a major accident which totaled the car that she was driving. Sasha only showed up once to visit Jill. While she was there, Sasha made an issue with me and her. I kept my mouth shut and let her just run her mouth on and on.

From there, I came to see Jill several times a day, which made Jill feel loved, which she was. I spoke to the charge nurse to ensure that Jill was healing, which she was doing so quite well. Once Jill was released from the hospital, I pulled into a jewelry store under the impression that I wanted to pick out a wedding set. I had Jill with me when she was released from the hospital. I pulled into the jewelry store for which Jill was yelling at me to quit being stupid. She pushed at me telling me that I’m causing an issue between Tina and myself. However, unbeknownst to Jill, it was her that I wanted to marry. She never saw it coming. I had her pick out 4 wedding sets under the guise that it was for Tina, but instead, it was for Jill. As she picked out her favorite wedding set, she fussed at me that the set was her favorite, but that doesn’t mean it would be Tina’s favorite. I had it already set up for the notary public in the jewelry store to marry us. She was crying as the notary read the words that made us man and wife.

Our first night, we stayed at my apartment. That really didn’t go over that well.

CHAPTER 3

Once I told Agent Wade the story of Jill and me, I forgot to tell her how I acquired the Chateau. I told her that at first, I called the house a different name other than the Chateau. She smiled at that tidbit.

I let her know that Sasha used the licenses of Happy, Happee Limo to hide some of the licenses underneath the limo company. I also went on to tell her about all the companies that we acquired such as the Horse track and the casinos. I also explained that selling the horse track brought in Jaxson, Inc. one billion dollars, money that the board of directors was not expecting. I told Wade about Melanie Jaxson coming to live at the Chateau when Bob Jaxson passed away. She sold her beachfront house in the Hamptons and gladly moved into the Chateau because it was so full of life. Young college-aged people that she has taken a position as their ‘Mom’ which they all call her.

As we were sitting at the table eating, I heard a knock at the front door. When Jennifer opened it, there stood Ronda wanting to play with me. I excused myself from the dining room table to go greet Ronda with a deep passionate kiss. She clearly wanted to play with me, but I whispered in her ear that I had a guest that I needed to finish with before we went to play. She nodded her head and I sat back down at the dining room table. Sammy brought out the three cakes, all of which was delicious. I took some banana cake along with a slice of the chocolate-vanilla swirl cake. Agent Wade took a slice of the lemon cream cake. She took small bites moaning after each bite.

“Agent Wade, what do you think about the Chateau?” I ask her.

“It’s beautiful. Probably the most beautiful house that I have ever been in,” She tells me.

“Well Agent Wade, are you married?” I asked.

“No, unfortunately, because of the hours I kept doing this job, I ended up getting divorced,” she tells me.

“Well, I’m sorry to hear that. Maybe at some point, we can find you a decent guy to date. Special Agent Fernandez from the FBI has found that I can put couples together and often they work out. Maybe we can get you, someone, as well,” I say to her smiling the whole time.

Special Agent Wade thanked me for dinner and a great story as well as providing more people to back up her team in the desert. She got up and left the house. I had Fred take the limo and drive her either home or back to the office, where I assumed her car was located. They left together and Fred estimated that he would be back at the house in about an hour to ninety minutes. I just smiled as I know he is accurate in his time estimations.

Once Agent Wade was gone, Ronda took hold of my hand and pulled me down the hallway to my bedroom. Once we were inside, she shucked my clothes and pulled me into the shower stall once again.

She pushed me back against the wall to get me all wet before she shampooed my hair. Once that was finished, she went about cleaning my body. When she got to the rinsing part, I pulled her into me and stood underneath the hot water emanating from the showerhead. I shampooed her hair just as she did mine. Once we were all clean, we took our time to dry each other off, tossing our wet towels into the hamper once again.

I’m starting to see a different look in Ronda’s eyes. She is clearly thinking about me helping her create a baby. So far it hasn’t occurred, but who knows when it may happen.

Ronda is a beautiful woman who his insanely smart. She has taken great care in everyone here at the Chateau. She has made numerous house calls to keep us all healthy. She randomly pops in to check on the three pregnant ladies before having her way with me, which I approve.

When Ronda and I play together, we usually go for a couple of hours. Occasionally either Dakota or Jill will join us, but lately, it has just been Ronda and myself in the play beds. Tonight, I was much more energized than usual. Mostly this was because of the run with the DEA guys the adrenaline had me pumped up and ready to be a bit more aggressive with Ronda than usual. After we play for nearly two and a half hours, Ronda gets up kisses me and lets me know that she must leave. When I ask why she tells me that she has patients that she had to check on early in the morning.

Since Ronda and I had such a long playtime, it was easy for me to change beds into the sleep bed. As I got comfortable, Dakota decided to join me in my sleep bed. As usual, she got into the bed and put her back to my front and pushed herself into me. Once she was comfortable, she grabbed my arm and draped it over her. In doing that, I just pulled her into me.

I whispered into her ear that I loved her which caused her to wiggle her ass into me.

The next morning, when my eyes opened, I felt very worn out, but it took me only a few minutes to figure out why. I had an early lunch and a late dinner. Since it was Friday, I decided that it would be much later before I head into the office. Once again, I took a shower, but this time by myself. When I finished, a beautiful Dakota came into the bathroom to take over the shower. I gave her a passionate good morning kiss and headed out to put on some clothes. As usual, I put on a pair of shorts and a white tee shirt. I left the bedroom and walked down the hallway to get my morning glass of pineapple juice and head upstairs to my office. It has been about 24 hours since I worked on the emails on my laptop.

I poured my glass of juice and headed up to the office. Once I got there, I turned on my laptop and sat in my chair. I thought about the chair and decided that I needed to get a new one. There wasn’t really anything wrong with the chair, it just wasn’t as soft and comfortable as I wanted it to be.

Finally, after what seemed to be an abnormally long wait the laptop was fired up and ready to run. As usual, I eliminated the duplicate emails. After that I looked for specific emails from people. I found one from IT, Rob. He said that he is sending me the final report regarding the employee ID verification. All in all, he found 287 people that were still on our payroll that were not working for us. I looked at my calendar and started to make notes for the upcoming HR conference. I printed out the list of people still on our payroll that should have been terminated. Rob also put a dollar amount to the overpayment to these people. I had a thought while I was waiting karabağlar escort for my printer to print out, that maybe some of those still on the payroll is somehow related to someone in the HR department.

I texted Dakota to come to the office when she gets a chance. It was only a few minutes, but as usual, Dakota was by my side waiting to take on the items that I wanted her to take care of. I asked her to match up the HR district with the employee who failed to terminate the employee. She grabbed the papers off the printer and began using Jill’s computer so she could put the proper HR person next to the employee’s name. This way I could see if one or two HR employees were guilty of most of the lack of terminations. In my head, I suspected that Dallas would be one of the issue districts.

I sent a reply to Rob thanking him for his hard work on this project. I looked through more emails to find another one from Roger. He explained to me that we probably need to go large city by large city on setting up security for the Pinetree. I replied that it sounded fine and to go forward on that project.

The contractors who were handling the room conversions for the Pinetree sent me a list of units that have been modified with the upgrades. I thanked them for their hard work and asked that they make sure they send us a current bill to be paid. I forwarded the email to Jill to make sure she knew what we were being sent a bill for.

I saw an email from the horse track manager down in Tampa Florida. He poked fun at me for not coming to see him before I sold off the horse tracks. I thought about it and decided that maybe the playgroup need to take the jet to Tampa. It would be very nice to see all of our beautiful ladies in their bikinis laying on the white sands of the beaches in Clearwater, St. Pete Beach, and Gulfport. Of course, we have such a delightful house that we probably don’t need to go all the way there to layout. However, I will think about it. I liked the manager from the horse track in the Tampa Bay area, he was a hard worker, he focused on taking care of his customers, and he was a decent boss as well since his staff turnover was really low.

I sent him a reply email telling him that the next time we are in the Tampa Bay area that I would look him up.

I never saw Dakota leave Jill’s desk but somehow, she did. I looked over at my juice glass and found it already refilled. I put a call into Sharon at the office to see how things were going, she told me that is was a very slow day and even the ride into work was easy as there wasn’t much traffic on the roads today. Once we discussed the office, I asked to be transferred to Jennifer.

“This is Jennifer, how may I help you?” She answered the phone.

“Well, this is David Greene, how are you doing darling?” I asked.

“Well, I’m finishing up on the Eagle, it should be all cleaned up and our long-term tenant should be happy,” she tells me.

“That’s good news darling. How is the new girl working out?” I ask.

“She’s doing just fine. She’s a hard worker. I keep having to stop her so she can get some lunch. She just keeps her nose to the proverbial grindstone and works as a slave. I like her. I think you really picked a cherry for our team,” Jennifer tells me.

“Jennifer, how is John doing? I know that he went on the DEA run the other night, but I’m worried about how his mental state is with Diane pregnant and now beginning to show,” I tell her.

“Well, so far he hasn’t complained to me about anything, which is surprising to me after all the years I spent with him growing up. You really influenced him David and I love you for that,” she says to me.

“Thank you, dear, I appreciate that. Hey, what do you think about throwing the three ladies a baby shower?” I ask her.

“Oh, that sounds wonderful, who are you going to put in charge of it?” She asks me.

“Well, I was thinking you and Amy,” I tell her.

“That would be wonderful. When do you want this to happen?” She asks me.

“Well since Diane is due in June, Dakota in July, and Jill late August I was thinking maybe April or early May,” I say to her.

“That sounds like a good time. Now do you want all three at the same time or do you want three different showers?” She asks me.

“Darling, I’m putting you completely in charge of this whole project,” I say to her.

“Well, that would be fine. I’ll set everything up and let you know when to show up,” she says to me. I thank her for making it easy for me.

I look at the clock and see that it is almost 4 pm. I ask her to transfer me back to Sharon. She tells me that she loves me just before she transfers the phone call. When I get Sharon, I tell her that it’s close enough to end the day and to go ahead and close the office down for the day, which makes Sharon happy. She asks me what the chefs are making for dinner. I had to put her on hold and call down to the kitchen. They told me that they are making a marinated grilled chicken breast, along with buttered baby peas, cauliflower and a large salad with shredded Mexican cheese and kalamata olives.

Jennifer asked me if we could invite the new girl to dinner with her husband. She says that she’s heard so much about the Chateau and would like to see it and interact with some of the people who live there. I tell her if she would like to join us tonight, she is more than welcome. She puts me on hold while she calls her husband who tells her that is, she can get to my house he will meet her there and then they would ride home together. I tell Jennifer to put the new girl in the car and bring her home with you, Sharon, Diane, BJ, and Danni.

As I was still on the phone with Jennifer, I heard Sharon going around from desk to desk telling everyone to shut off their computer and go ahead and head home per the boss. I just smiled as I wasn’t aware that Sharon referred to me in that manner. I told her that I would see her when she gets home and we can all sit down as a family and eat together.

When I hang up, I look through some more of the emails. I don’t find anything that really sticks out just a bunch of read-only emails. I begin my journey into reading them and deleting them once read. When I start there is about 275 and I know that it will take a couple of hours to read and delete them. As I’m reading them, my phone buzzes. I pick it up and see that it is a hidden number.

“Hello,” I say into my phone not knowing who may be on the other end of the phone call.

“This is Special Agent Wade, is this David?” She asks me.

“Yes, it is Agent. What can I do for you?” I ask.

“Well, I need for you join my group as we are going after another hideout in the desert tomorrow night if you’re willing,” she says to me.

“Do you want all of us?” I asked.

“Well yes, why do you have more to bring?” She asks me.

“Um, well actually I do. I have 6 former Secret Service Agents that have a rotation schedule to take care of Jill, Dakota, and myself. I got fussed at after you left the other night that I didn’t take at least one of them with me even though John and Fred both went. I pay them to watch over my personal safety, which I didn’t do. So, if you would like a bit more help, then we’re available tomorrow night,” I say to her.

“Well, heck yes we can use any or all of them,” Agent Wade says to me. I assure her that at least two agents will join us in the desert on the side of the good guys which made her giggle a bit.

After another 45 minutes, I was tired of reading the emails and heard some people downstairs, so I turn off my computer and head downstairs. Once I got down to the first floor, I headed into the kitchen where I saw everyone including the new girl Fernandez’s wife. She said that he had to stop by the office first. I saw her eyes roll, which I get from both Dakota and Jill when I must ‘just do a small bit of work’.

I noticed the dinner that Bobby and Sammy were cooking for us. I looked into a couple of the pots on the stove and saw that we didn’t have cauliflower, instead, we had asparagus.

“Bobby, I thought we were having cauliflower?” I asked.

“Well, we were until I lost track of it and burned the whole pot. So now I’m scrambling to replace the vegie with something different,” Bobby tells me.

“Sammy, what are tonight’s cakes and desserts?” I ask.

“Well, once again we have three cakes, one strawberry crème, one milk chocolate with a chocolate frosting, and one a NY style cheesecake with cherry topping. We also have chocolate chip cookies and peanut butter cookies,” he tells me. I think about John and his appetite. Having cookies is probably a good idea.

After a few minutes, most of the house starts showing up from work. Oddly enough, Mom came out to the dinner table which I introduced her to Fernandez’s wife as Melanie Jaxson the current controlling stockholder in Jaxson, Inc.

After several minutes, Fernandez showed up ready for dinner. I joked with him that he must have smelled the cooking food all the way back to the office. He replied that when an agent is offered a free meal, they show up like ants at a picnic, which made me laugh.

I have had a really nice few days and am happy with Special Agent Wade so far. Patrick and Heidi Longmire seem to be a couple. Special Agent Fernandez expresses thanks for hiring his wife.

Once everyone gets a plateful of dinner, I raise my glass of Coke and welcome all our new friends. Fernandez wants to know about how the mission with the DEA was a couple of nights back. He said that there was a memo sent to everyone in the field office for the FBI that they were encouraging agents to assist their sister agency. He laughed at the memo, but he wanted me to know which tells him that they are understaffed for the mission.

I told Fernandez that most of us guys were going on another mission Saturday night however, this time one or two of the SS agents will be joining us for protection. Fernandez said he will join my group if I didn’t mind, which of course I don’t.

We all sat around and enjoyed each other’s company over dinner with everyone having a plateful food. John, of course, was the first one done with his plate, but he got himself seconds. What was nice to see was him asking Diane if she wanted any more dinner, which she declined.

I APOLOGIZE FOR TAKING SO LONG IN TURNING OUT THIS CHAPTER. I WASN’T FEELING WELL AND MOM HAD SOMETHING CALLED A ‘TIA’ IN HER LEFT EYE. I SPENT SEVERAL HOURS IN THE HOSPITAL ER AND THEN IN HER ROOM AS THEY KEPT HER OVERNIGHT. ANYWAYS, I WANT TO THANK EVERYONE FOR THEIR PATIENCE WITH ME……PABLO DIABLO.

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The march was like a nightmare for Cathy. Stunned by the blast, she initially did not know where she was or who these men around her were. She allowed herself to be half carried, half dragged up the ridge and then down a valley to another steep ridgeline. Her senses returned only slowly. At first she thought these men were helping her; that there had been a crash and they were taking her to a hospital. Repeatedly she ask in a dazed voice about the others in her crew, but found no one who could, or would, respond to her English. Only slowly did she remember the forced landing and the sudden explosions. It was the worst shock of her life when Cathy finally understood what had happened and realized that she had been taken prisoner by men she had to assume were at best Taliban and quite possibly Al Qaida fighters. The realization that her men must be dead washed painfully over her. It took all her willpower to put aside the feelings of guilt she felt and focus on surviving. She continued to pretend that she was still in shock in hopes of finding an opportunity to escape. Cathy waited until just before darkness, then she made her attempt. Pretending to stumble against the man on her right, she drove her knee into his crotch, bringing him to his knees. Then she tried to use her left elbow to smash into the face of the other man. That blow miscarried when he was able to hang onto her arm. As she struggled with the second man, the tall dark man walking in front of them spun around and brutally drove the muzzle of his rifle deep into her stomach. With the air knocked out of her, Cathy was easily brought down by the man with whom she was struggling. As Cathy screamed and cursed at them, more hands grabbed her, holding her arms, punching her in the stomach and breasts, and finally twisting her over onto her stomach, then pulling her hands behind her and tying them tightly with a length of rope. While one knelt on her back to hold her down, others tied each end of a short length of rope to each leg, creating an effective hobble if she should try to run away again. When she was again hauled to her feet, the bound and battered Cathy found the dark clad man standing in front of her, another length of rope in his hand. To her surprise, he addressed her in perfect English,

” What is your name, girl?”

Despite her surprise at his use of English, Cathy responded as she had been trained- with name , rank, and serial number.

” Harper, Cathy C. ,Captain , United States Army, 409-67-0221″

” No. You are wrong. That is not who you are. You are no longer Harper, Captain, United States Army. You are now the slave Cathy. I am your Master. A merciful master, once you have learned to obey. A merciless one if you do not. I know Western women like you , Cathy. I know that obedience will not come easy to you. But you will learn your place. With God’s help, I shall see to that.”

For a moment Cathy was rendered speechless by the man’s bizarre words . Then she straightened her back and snapped defiantly back at him:

” I am an officer in the American Army. I may be a prisoner of war, but no man is my master.”

” I shall be, God willing.”

The Arab reached up and put one end of the rope he carried over Cathy’s head. The noose encircled her neck. He pulled it tight, tight enough to make breathing just a bit difficult. The other end he kept in his hand. Without another word he walked away, jerking Cathy after him by the noose around her neck. He led her like that for the rest of the night, pulling her along behind him as one would a reluctant donkey. He ignored her, never looking back at her. He simply walked forward forcing her to follow or to be dragged over the rocky trail. When Cathy tried to protested vocally or balked, the man walking behind her- the man she had kneed- would use the muzzle of his rifle to prod her forward, jabbing it painfully hard into her kidneys. Not as painful but even more humiliating was the way the man would grab her ass every time she began to lag even a little. Put off balance by the arms bound behind her back, jerked, groped, and prodded forward, her legs hobbles forcing her to shuffle along behind the Arab at a half run, Cathy was soon exhausted by the effort required of her. Her thermal underwear and flight suit quickly became soaked with her sweat despite the cold. Her lungs struggled for each breath in the thinner mountain air . Her strong leg muscles, accustomed to regularly running hard for an hour on the treadmill, felt weak as water. It was all her strong will could do to keep herself on her feet, moving forward. All thoughts of escape were put aside as she struggled simply to keep up with her captors. By the time they reached the cave in the early morning hours, Cathy was too exhausted to want anything other than to lie down and sleep. The Arab led her into one of the interior rooms of the huge cave and tied one end of the rope around her neck to the wooden frame of an elevated dirt sleeping platform. He did not speak; he only watched. Cathy collapsed onto the cold floor of the cave, quickly falling into an exhausted sleep. She lay there on the rocky ground, curled up into a fetal position on her side, her arms still tied behind her back, her feet still hobbled by the length of rope, tied like a dog on a leash.

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The Arab stood over her, intently staring at the face of the sleeping figure, thoughts of jihad replaced now by thoughts of earthly pleasure. He watched her face for a long time, the earlier anger on her face softened by sleep and the soft light of the lantern on the table. She was beautiful, he thought, far more so that any woman he had ever been with. She was strong as well as beautiful. And proud. Far too strong and too proud for a woman. She was everything he found both attractive and repellant in a woman. He would change that, he vowed. This would be his new jihad. He would make her into the perfect woman, submissive and beautiful. One who lived to serve the man God had placed over her. There were places he knew of , places in Yemen not too far from his homeland, where the old ways were still alive. There slavery was still practiced, as the Prophet, blessed be his name, had said it should be. There, in Yemen, the Law was still pure, unlike the law in his homeland where the Westerners and their Saudi puppets had corrupted it. If he could get her to Yemen, he could enjoy his slave in safety. To keep as a slave a Western woman – a woman who was also an officer of the infidel army as well as captured in battle- would be a deed worthy of his ancestors. And a strong blow for the true faith. And a deed which would win him much praise from those few righteous men with whom he could safely share his achievement. Men like Osama bin Laden, who, the Arab was convinced, was now hiding there in Yemen. Men with whom he could share his stories of jihad. And perhaps even his slave. Yes, to Yemen. There, God willing, he would have the time he needed to train this Cathy to accept her proper place. The thought made him smile. On a personal level, it would be a fitting revenge for the humiliations he had suffered from the whims of an American woman when he had been young and foolish. When he had been in love with the power and vitality of the Americans . Before he had found that there was no place for him there. But, like all women, he knew that she would bring dissension in her wake. He had seen through Kehalis’ pitiful attempt at deception. Kehalis wanted the blonde woman for himself, as though an unclean pig like him had any idea of what to do with such a treasure. For him to have Cathy would be a waste of God‘s largess. Kehalis merely wished to rut with her; he had no idea of how to truly possess her. To get her, Kehalis will no doubt try to stir up the other men, men of his treacherous blood, to betray him despite the money they would lose by killing him. It was in the nature God had given those fools to see only the prize to be taken today, never the larger prize. They would forget entirely about the money when Kehalis aroused their lust for the infidel woman. But Kehalis would not be able to keep Cathy for himself. Once aroused, the men would all want her and quarrel among themselves over her until all but one of them were killed fighting over her. And then that lone survivor would probably be deceived and killed by the blonde. No, he could not allow that to happen. God willing, he would prevail, using his guile to defeat their numbers.

The Arab leaned down and shook the sleeping woman, arousing her only with difficulty. Cathy instinctively shied away from him as soon as enough of her wits returned to make her aware of who he was and where she was. She tired to raise to her feet to confront him, but the rope tied around her neck prevented that, forcing to remain on her knees in front of the standing man, forced her to stare up at him as he towered over her. With her hands still tied behind her back, there was nothing else she could do. The Arab pulled a jambiya, large curved knife common to Arab lands, from his belt and held it in front of him as he leaned over her. Cathy instinctively braced herself. But, to her surprise, the tall man only reached into the open neck of her flight suit and pulled out her dog tags. He used his knife to cut through the plastic covering and the light metal chain which held it around her neck and then retreated a step and began carefully examining the information found on her two dog tags. Cathy was surprised and a little frightened at the ability of his knife to slice through the chain holding her dog tags like that,. Nevertheless, she sat quietly on her heels, determined not to speak until he did. She studied the man who held her. He appeared Arab to her rather than Afghan or Pakistani. taller than the local men she had seen. His countenance was dark; everything about him was , in fact, dark- his hair, his short beard, his eyes, his skin tone, and the clothing he wore. Seen in other circumstances, she might even have called him handsome in a dangerous way. Seen here, under these circumstances, he appeared very frightening to her. While she was intently studying him, he appeared to be ignoring her, seemingly intent upon reading the scant information- name, rank, religion, blood type- contained on her dog tags. After a moment, he casually pocketed the dog tags as if they were no longer of interest to him and turned his interest to his blonde captive.

” You did not flinch at the sight of my knife. You have courage .. for a woman. Nor did you speak without permission. You have learned your first lesson. That a woman – particularly a female slave- does not question a man.. I am pleased, slave. “

Cathy stiffened noticeably at his use of the word “slave”.

” I am not your slave. I am a prisoner of war, and as such I am entitled to be treated as a soldier. NOT AS A SLAVE!. I don’t know who you think you are, but you better think twice before you do something you will regret later when you’re sitting in an American prison. “

” You are my slave, Cathy. You are no longer a soldier, if you ever were. All that you knew is gone. You are simply my property under the Law to do with as I wish.”

” Who the fuck do you think you are? You can’t own another human being. There aren’t any slaves anymore. They’re…. not legal! And I am Captain Harper to you, not “Cathy”. A Prisoner of War has the right to be addressed by her rank. You need think kağızman escort about your situation here. They’re looking for me now, you know. The American Army. What do you think will happen to you if they find you haven’t respected my rights as a POW?”

He did not raise his voice or show any outward signs of anger as he replied, which strangely frightened Cathy more. Instead he spoke slowly and distinctly as one would speak to a very young or particularly slow child.

” The word of God, the Qur’an- what you foreigners call the Koran- tells us that unbelievers captured in battle by the warriors of Islam become slaves. They and all they possess become the property of the chosen Believer. The law is merciful as it is laid down by God, most gracious and most merciful. The law allows such slaves to have their freedom bought back by ransom or by the surrender of the remaining Unbelievers. Or eventually to be manumitted by the Believer whose slave they are, if the slave truly embraces Islam, the one true faith. But I do not see either your President paying for your freedom or surrendering to the Faithful. Nor do I see a Western whore like you surrendering to the truth of Islam and accepting your proper role as a woman. The Law also states that a woman taken by the right hand of a Believer -captured as a result of battle- are slaves. They too can be freed by ransom or accepting the True Faith. But they have another alternative; they can seek freedom through marriage, seek it by becoming a pleasure to their Master. Perhaps that alternative is one you should consider. For you most assuredly are a slave. You are not longer Captain Harper of your Godless army. You are the slave Cathy. Nothing more. And I am your Master. That is how you will address me, as Master. I control everything about your life now. I control whether you live or die, and everything you do – or that is done to you. Every breath you draw is a boon from me. Every necessity you receive, food or water or even being allowed to relieve yourself, is a gift from me, not a right. To receive any of these necessities, you must humbly ask for them from me. And to do so, you must address me as Master. Only that word will find my ear. I am deaf to all others. “

” No, I am a prisoner of war. You cannot make me a slave. This is the 21st century. There is no slavery now. No one can own another human being. Slavery died centuries ago. I am a prisoner of war.”

” Your slavery is God’s will, Cathy. No mere passage of time can change the will of God. Nor can man forbid what God in his Holy Law, the Shari’a, has permitted. What was his will before is his will now. As the Faithful enslaved your Frankish crusaders and freed the Holy places in the time of the true Caliphate, so today shall the Faithful enslave you and those crusaders like you who fight against the Faith and shall once more cleanse the Holy places. I grow impatient with you, slave. It is God’s will. And it is not the place of a woman to question God’s will. Do you desire water.. food ..after your journey?

His words made Cathy realize how thirsty she was. And hungry after the long night march. But she still shook her head and replied,

” I will not call you Master! Never! You cannot deny a prisoner of war food and water under the Geneva convention. “

” You are not a prisoner of war. You are a slave. You have no rights. Do you want a drink of water, slave?”

Cathy struggle to control her temper. She knew she should not provoke the man. He was obviously a madman. But she could not bring herself to call him “Master”. And she hated the demeaning way he called her “slave”. Even his use of “Cathy” made her feel that he was talking to a child rather than a grown woman and an officer in her county‘s Army.

” Yes, I do. But I will not call you master to get one. I have no master. I am not a slave. I am a prisoner of war, and I demand to be treated as one. Starting with being addressed by my rank.”

The dark man simply shrugged and picked up a large water bottle from a crudely built table near the sleeping platform. As Cathy watched, he took a long drink. Then he set the water bottle down just out of her reach on the cave floor and lay down on the sleeping platform above her. In moments, he seemed by his regular breathing to be asleep. Cathy struggle with the rope on her wrists, but could not loosen it in the least. She tried rubbing it against the sharpest thing she could find within her reach, the corner of the platform, but the ropes held. She gave up eventually. She simply sat on the floor, leaning with her back against the platform and her legs out in front of her, her eyes unable to look away from the water bottle. With it right in front of her eyes, but out of her reach, her thirst quickly grew from a discomfort to a torture. The dark man’s words confused her. He had shown no interest in learning anything of military value. He had not ask her a single question about her mission or her unit. This ran counter to everything Cathy had been taught to expect if she was taken prisoner. She did not understand what he wanted from her. Or how she was supposed to resist him other than the obvious answer of escape. Between her thirst and the terrible uncertainties running through her mind, she could not get back to sleep, tired as she was. She was still staring at the water bottle hours later when she heard the man begin to stir.

She watched him rise and move to the other sleeping platform against the opposite wall of the room. He appeared to take no notice to the bound American woman. She watched as he opened the small rucksack lying on the platform and took out a piece of the local unleavened bread and ate it, then begin to nibble on some dates. After a few moments, he picked up the water bottle from where he had put it on the floor and took a long swig. Cathy could stand it no longer. Why, she thought, did it matter what she called this man. If she had been captured by members of a real army, She would have had no problem addressing a senior officer of their army as “sir” or by his rank title. How was that different than calling this man by the title “Master”? She told herself that simply saying the word ” Master” did not mean she was accepting his dominance over her, only yielding to superior force for the moment, until the opportunity presented itself to escape. She had to have water if she was to survive. And as long as she gave him no information which might endanger American forces, what did it matter what she said? Slowly. Cathy convinced herself that playing along with this madman was the wisest course of action. In reality, the young female officer had over the last few hours made the very basic gut level decision that she wanted to live. From that followed the need to do anything demanded of her by her captor, however repulsive to her. Cathy rationalized that to survive, she would have to give up her pride and humor this madman, though only for the moment, only until she could escape or was rescued. Though she almost choked on the words, she forced them out:

” Master, may I have some water?”

The Arab looked at her impassively, successfully concealing the feeling of triumph that he felt at that moment. Though it was only a small surrender, he knew that it would set the pattern for the future. With each surrender, her will to resist would weaken. It would be progressively harder and harder for her to refuse each succeeding command until she eventually reached the point where she had surrendered her will to him entirely.

” Yes, slave, you may have water”.

Setting the water bottle down on the sleeping platform , he crossed to Cathy. He drew his knife; her eyes widened at that, but she remained silent. Bending over, he cut the ropes tying her wrists behind her strong back. As Cathy rubbed her hands to try to bring some feeling back into her numb fingers, he crossed the room and retrieved the water bottle. When Cathy was ready, he gave it to her. She greedily drank, the water running down her chin. She lowered the bottle to take a breath and then took another long drink, emptying the bottle.

” Do you want food, Cathy?”

She could have refused, and she knew it. She could have disputed the way he addressed her, his demeaning use of her first name as well as his use of “slave”. But there seemed no point in it. Perhaps, she thought, if she did not resist openly, he would treat her better. The awful word came a little easier this time.

” Yes , Master.”

He gave her bread as well, allowing her to eat the rest of the piece he had taken from the rucksack but no more. She ate the bread hurriedly, as if she were afraid he would snatch it away from her, crouched there on her knees, still tied to the platform by the rope around her neck , feeling like a leashed dog. When she finished, Cathy remained on her knees, waiting for him to tell her what to do next. In her exhausted and frightened state, his simple reward of bread and water for calling him “Master” began to seem to Cathy a sign of hope. She began to think that by giving in to him on little things like that, she might be able preserve her life and maybe even her dignity. Then his next four words crushed that hope even before it had fully formed.

Hungry to taste his prize of war, The tall Arab looked down at her and said:

” Take off your clothes.”

Cathy stared at him in shock. She neither began to disrobe nor neither did she defy him. Instead, she stared up at him from her kneeling position, her expression like that of a small frightened animal caught in a trap, her mind trying to cope with this sudden shift in direction. A few hours ago, he knew that she would have angrily, and rudely, refused his command. Now she did not openly refuse him even if she did not readily obey. He had instilled fear in the heart of this strong, young female officer. He had defeated her, an officer in his enemy‘s proud army. He was confident that her total submission would follow.

” You are in no position to defy me, Cathy” He began in a reasonable voice. ” If you do not take off your clothes yourself, I shall simply use my knife to cut all of the clothing from your body. I shall then leave you naked. Is that what you wish? To be naked in the cold? To be naked in front of my men? Are you such a shameless whore that you would do that, knowing that they would see your nakedness as an invitation to rape you? Or do you think that you can overpower me and then fight your way through the ten men waiting on the other side of that wall. No, you foolish woman, you cannot escape me. You have no choice but to obey me”

A feeling of helplessness washed over her. Much as she longed to simply tell him to go to Hell, Cathy could not deny the truth of his words. She had no choice. She saw no weapon at hand, and , even if there had been, by the time she got the rope off her neck and got to the weapon, he would have called for help or defeated her himself. Anyway, she could not fight ten men. She was going to be raped. Either by him or, he implied, gang raped by the men outside. A Hobbsian choice, but a simple one. One rape was preferable to ten. Fighting him now was futile. Cathy again rationalized that she had to survive until they came to rescue her. She had to endure the dishonor of rape and whatever else he did to her until that time. Although she didn’t realize it then, once she kahta escort had made the decision to live at all cost, Cathy had given up any control of the situation. By rejecting death, she had given up her only sure escape from the Arab- Death.

The young blonde Captain tried to steel herself to endure the worst. She could have begged him for mercy. But her pride prevented her from doing that. Perhaps another, more experienced woman might have tried to regain some control by seducing the Arab. But that option did not even occur to Cathy. She remained motionless, a single tear trickling down her cheek, her hands clenched in helpless rage at the choices before her.

” Take off your clothes!”

Through gritted teeth, Cathy managed a terse ” Yes, Master.” She braced herself mentally for the impending rape, repeating over and over in her mind the mantra, “you can do this, you can do this”. She began to unzip her flight jacket, working slowly and clumsily. Once it was off, she tried to stand, forgetting about the rope around her neck. As she crouched there halfway up, the Arab stepped forward and untied the end of the rope secured to the sleeping platform, finally allowing Cathy to stand. He also cut the rope hobble between her feet with his knife. Slowly, reluctantly, Cathy unzipped her flight jacket and dropped it on the floor. She then unzipped the front of her one piece flight suit and shrugged it off her shoulders, allowing it to drop to her booted feet. Woodenly she stepped out of the flight suit. Cathy sat on the edge of the sleeping platform to unlaced her boots. Her boots and socks joined the flight suit in a pile on the cold floor. She pulled the top half of her white thermal underwear over her head, pulled it clear of the rope still hanging from her neck, and dropped it to the floor. Hooking her thumbs in the elastic waist band of the bottom half, she pushed it down to her feet and stepped out of it. Now she stood clad only in her green sports bra and panties. Cathy stood straight and proud at attention in front of the Arab, her face clearly showing her humiliation at being forced to strip herself. At this point, she had gone as far as she could on reason alone. Overwhelmed by feelings of humiliation and anger at what he was doing to her, she simply could not bring herself to take off her bra and panties, to strip herself naked physically as well as emotionally for this man. Everything she was rebelled against what her mind told her was inevitable. For a second, Cathy forgot reason and even survival, and rebelled, allowing her hot temper to take over.

” NO, I WON’T DO IT FOR YOU; YOU WANT ME , YOU’LL HAVE TO DO IT YOURSELF, YOU BASTARD!. I AM NOT YOUR WHORE!”

The Arab did not bother with reason now. His open left hand struck Cathy hard with a resounding “SMACK” loud enough to echo in the confined spaces of the cave. He struck her hard enough to make her see stars. The blow shook her, as much for the fact that she had never been struck by a man before as for the force of the blow itself. Instinctively, she raised her hands to fight back, but the sight of the big knife that had suddenly appeared in the man’s right hand froze her in place. He held the curved tip of the knife just under her chin, inches from her jugular ,the tip already drawing a trickle of blood from her soft throat.

” Are you willing to die, you American whore? To die right here, right now?”

Cathy knew she was not; she wanted very much to live. She let her arms drop to her side, returning to a rigid position of attention, her eyes fixed on the cave wall opposite, unable to look at the Arab for fear of losing it. She had , Cathy reminded herself, to survive. To live to fight another day. Don’t throw away your life now when you can‘t win, she told herself.

The Arab had been disappointed by Cathy’s resistance in the face of his overwhelming advantage. He had moved too fast. And, because she was a Westerner, he had spoken to her as if she were rational, were a man. He had been foolish for, as the Qur’ an clearly taught, women were not rational. They were ruled by their emotions, most particularly their base desires. This woman was clearly no different. She was but a foolish woman, made even more foolish because she was filled with decedent Western ideas just like the others. He saw now that his blonde captive would only submit to him when he used force, not reason. Training her to acknowledge him as her Master would be no different than training any dumb beast; no different, he decided, than breaking a spirited horse, a task he had done many times. His method was the traditional one for Arabia, depending upon the whip and the spur to break the horse’s will. This, he decided , was the way to treat this woman. He smiled to himself at the prospect of such a challenging but pleasurable task.

The Arab traced the knife down Cathy’s bare torso until it rested between her breasts, the cold steel against her warm skin. With a flick of the curved tip, he cut the fabric in front of the bra between the cups , allowing both cups to fall to the side, held in place now only by Cathy’s erect nipples, revealing the soft curve of the insides of Cathy’s rounded breasts. He traced the tip over her left breast as Cathy shivered at the cold touch of the steel on her warm skin. Another flick of the tip and the left strap was cut, revealing her left breast in all its glory. He traced the tip across her torso above her breasts to the right strap. It parted with just a touch of his jambiya, allowing the bra to fall to the floor of its own weight, leaving Cathy half naked . The Arab traced the blade back to the centerline of her body and then down the soft skin, passing between Cathy’s breasts and over her flat stomach. Cathy’s stomach retreated at the touch of the cold metal of the blade. She did not dare to breath as the blade traveled over her. A flick of the knife’s tip and Cathy’s panties joined the bra on the floor at her feet. She did not dare to breath until the man and his knife stepped back. She tried to avoid looking at the Arab, but even so she could feel his eyes traveling over her now nude body. The Arab walked around Cathy, inspecting the nude woman standing before, her body rigid, heels together, her arms held close along her body, her hands clinched into tight fists, her entire body trembling from the cold as well as from the fear evident in her face , nude now except for the rope still tied around her neck, its trailing end hanging down her back. In the lantern light Cathy’s nude body showed the fading golden of her summer tan except for a strip of pale white at her hips matching in size and shape the green panties lying on the floor at her feet. Traces of red accented her nude body- the bright red of her lipstick, her painted nails, her painted toenails, and the paler red of the two red, erect nipples capping her breasts. In the dim light her nude body was a study in light and shadow. The shadows highlighted the play of the muscles under the skin of her strong arms and legs as they flexed involuntarily and cast teasing shadows over the half hidden vee where her long, muscular legs met. The light accented the two proud breasts which jutted from the captive officer’s torso without the slightest hint of sag and highlighted the smooth flat expanse of her stomach. The Arab silently watched her, enjoying the sight of her breasts rising and falling with each breath as well as the small shivers which periodically shock the nude body standing at attention in front of him. He reached out and weighted one of Cathy’s breasts, enjoying the way she flinched when he touched her.

” Spread your legs, slave! Show me your … ” The man hesitated as he struggled to remember the crudest American term he could from long ago, ” cunt.!”

Cathy glared at him , her full red lips tightly compressed in her anger and humiliation . An involuntary moan escaped Cathy’s lips. She could feel her face turn bright red in her humiliation. But she obeyed, spreading her legs until her feet were should width and her vagina visible.

Her pubic area had been shaven clean. He could see the pale red lips of her sex against the white of the surrounding skin. While traditional among Arab women, Cathy was the first Western woman he had ever seen shaven this way.

” Why are you shaven there? Is that the fashion for American whores now?”

Cathy had trouble replying. She knew that she was on the verge of either breaking into tears or throwing herself on the man- or both. But she managed to get a grip on herself and to stammer:

” no.. NO! For cleanliness . I ‘ve always done that in the field. In basic, they taught us that…”

SMACK

The unexpected open handed slap cut Cathy ‘s explanation off in mid sentence and rocked her head to one side. The second blow by the back of the same hand jerked her head back to the front. Her ears rang from the blow while she stared with pure hatred at the screaming Arab.

” MASTER! YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS MASTER, SLAVE!”

“Through gritted teeth, Cathy quietly replied, ” Yes, Master.”

” Put your hands behind your back, slave.”

Cathy obeyed, standing still as he bound her hands together behind her bare back with a length of rope. Her muscular body was rigid , her body arched, as her strong arms instinctively fought against the ropes binding them. The Arab smiled at this image of untamed beauty bound which the captured blonde officer presented. It was, he decided, much like the reaction of an unbroken mare when she felt the saddle on her back for the first time. He took a second length of rope and tied one end around her left arm just above the elbow. The Arab took the other end and ran over her other elbow, then pulled the rope as tight as he could, drawing her elbows together until they were only an inch or two apart, almost close enough for her elbows to touch. A wave of pain shot through Cathy’s shoulders as he tightened the ropes, pulling her muscular arms in a direction they were never designed to go. Cathy screamed in pain as she struggled against the ropes crushing her elbows together. It felt to Cathy as if her shoulders were being ripped out of their sockets. The ropes that pulled her elbows together also forced Cathy to arch her back, involuntarily thrusting her perfect breasts forward almost as if she were offering them to her tormentor. The Arab picked Cathy up and set her on the edge of the elevated sleeping platform. He grabbed the loose end of the rope tied around Cathy’s neck and ran the trailing end of the rope over and then under the wooden frame on the opposite side of the platform and pulled it tight, trapping Cathy on her back on the platform and incidentally forcing Cathy to rest her weight on her cruelly bound arms. More pain shot through her tortured shoulders as her own weight pressed her elbows even closer together. As Cathy struggled futilely, the Arab tied off the rope and stood back to admire his work. His enjoyment was cut short as Cathy lashed out with her bare foot, striking him in the chest hard enough to knock him backwards but to do any serious damage. Angered at her impudence, he momentarily retreated out of the range of Cathy‘s legs, only to return with 2 more lengths of rope. Working carefully from a position to Cathy’s side, he captured each leg and secured it, forcing her lower leg underneath each thigh and tying it there, kaman escort wrapping the rope around Cathy’s thigh and above her ankle. When he finished, Cathy was totally helpless, unable to use either her arms or her legs in her own defense. Now able to admire his work in safety, the Arab stood between Cathy’s legs so that he could look down upon Cathy’s nude, vulnerable body. He ran his hands over her soft, bare skin, tracing his way down from her shoulders to her soft breasts and over her flat stomach to her full hips, delighting in the feel of her warm skin. Cathy could only endured his hands in silence, unable to protect herself or to escape his touch- trapped , vulnerable, her nude body his for the taking.

Cathy closed her eyes, trying to shut out what was happening to her. But the Arab would not allow her that luxury. He covered her breasts with both his hands and began rolling his thumbs over the large red nubs of her nipples until each stood even more painfully erect than before. He took each of Cathy’s erect nipples between a thumb and forefinger, cruelly crushing the sensitive nub until Cathy arched her back in agony and cried out in her pain. Even then, the Arab increased the force he was applying to those sensitive nubs until they were crushed flat and white as a sheet, until Cathy opened her eyes and locked them onto his, silently pleading for mercy. She stared up into the black holes of his pupils, really seeing for the first time the hatred within. Unable to look away, she stared up at his face as he tortured her nipples further, cruelly twisting them until he drew tears from Cathy’s eyes. Through it all , the Arab stared unyielding back at her. He wanted Cathy to see his face as he took control of her body and used it to pleasure himself. He wanted her to see in his face the pleasure he took from raping her. In this he succeeded, the things she saw in those dark eyes driving her to a renewed struggle against the ropes holding her helpless. A low animal like moan escaped from her mouth as her strong body fought futilely against the ropes.

The Arab enjoyed watching Cathy struggle , enjoying the play of the well developed muscles of her arms and legs as she fought against the ropes. He watched with increasing arousal as her body arched and twisted, her breasts rising and falling erotically as she struggled. Unable to restrain himself, he captured those globes in his hands. Then her twin globes still lay under his hands, their softness an arousing contrast to the strength displayed by the rest of her body. His hands reluctantly left her globs and traced their way across Cathy’s flat stomach to her vulnerable, shaven cunt. He parted the outer lips with his thumbs, exposing the red flower within. She was dry to his touch, but this was of no importance to him. The sight of her soft red flesh , the small nub clearly visible at the top, drew his fingers deeper inside the helpless Cathy. He pushed two, then three, fingers into his struggling captive, thrusting them as far as into her cunt as he could, exploring her body. As the captive woman’s body arched upward and she cried out in response, he forced his fingers even deep inside Cathy, immersing them in the warmth of her body, careless of the pain he was causing her, but enjoying it at the same time. For her pain was to be his pleasure. That was the lesson he was to teach this arrogant Western whore this day.

He stripped off his coat, throwing it on the floor with her clothes. Otherwise, he remained fully dressed. He unzipped his pants and brought out his erect cock. From her position flat on her back, Cathy could not see his cock. If she could have seen the length and hardness of his member, she would have been even more afraid than she already was. Instead, her eyes remained locked on the face hovering above her. She felt his cock’s warmth- and its hardness- as he pressed himself against her cunt lips, running the head of his erect cock over Cathy’s soft cunt lips and against her sensitive clit before stabbing it deep inside Cathy in one hard thrust. The force of his thrust drove the breath from her lungs.

” AAHHHEEEE …….. STOP IT, YOU BASTARD… … GET AWAY FROM .. NOoooo!”

He held the helpless Captain down, a strong hand gripping each of her hips as he drove himself even deeper into her. Trapped between the Arab unyielding cock and the equally unyielding cave wall, she could only lie there and scream as she felt his cock force its way inside her. She tried to resist him, tried to close her legs top keep him out, but her muscles were no match for his greater strength – and desire. Already his cock had reached deep inside her. He had reached all the way to her cervix and was battering against it with his cock head. Again and again, he impaled her on the length of his cock. Cathy felt as if his cock was tearing her insides apart. It felt to her as if that cock had been sheathed in sandpaper and its head sheathed in iron. Every brutal stroke shook her body, driving drove the breath from her lungs. Relentlessly, the Arab battered his way deeper and deeper inside the helpless Cathy. He used his cock as a weapon to overwhelm Cathy, used it like a battering ram to shatter Cathy’s defenses. Trapped between his hard cock and the unyielding stone of the cave wall, Cathy could find no escape. With her arms and legs bound beneath her, she had no way of fighting back against this rape of her body and soul. All she could do was lie helplessly beneath him as he impaled her again and again on his cock. The only way she could give expression to her feelings of rage and helplessness was through her voice. Cathy began to scream:

” AGGHEEE.. NO.. NO, YOU BASTARD… LET ME GO! STOP .. STOP.. BASTARD! NO.. NO … NO!”

His body hovered over Cathy, the Arab smiling down at her as she railed against him. He drank in the beauty of Cathy’s helpless body, by now covered in sweat from her futile struggles despite the cold. He plowed deeper into Cathy’s strong young body. His cock throbbed almost painfully, seeming to swell in size with each new thrust. He knew he would not last much longer in Cathy’s warm tight cunt. He stared down into Cathy’s upturned face, his eyes drinking in the agony so evident on her face. He felt as if he were drunk, drunk on the pain/pleasure he was taking from Cathy. At that moment, the Arab felt a curious detachment toward his act of rape. It was as if he were a spectator watching another man rape the blonde American rather than the man raping her. He took in Cathy’s face- taking in the blonde hair framing her face, making a halo around it in the reflected lantern light, saw the pain in her deep blue eyes, evident in the tears running down her cheeks and the red round “O” of her mouth as Cathy screamed out at him in her pain. He watched over his own shoulder as Cathy fought frantically but without hope against the cock brutally impaling her, her strong body moving erotically if unwillingly against him . He watched his cock sink into Cathy, thrust in and out of her cunt, feeling the warmth and firmness of Cathy’s cunt but oddly detached from the act of the rape itself. He felt no pity for the victim. Instead, he savored Cathy’s screams of pain and outrage along with the softer moans of pain that escaped her lips each time his cock rammed into the depths of her womb. Slowly the screams of anger died out, to be totally replaced by moans as the now exhausted Cathy became increasingly incapable of coherent speech. The volume of her moans rose higher and higher, becoming screams of pain, perhaps even screams of arousal, as the power and depth of his thrusts built towards a climax. Brutally, the tall man slammed his cock into Cathy, the impact of his hips battering against her cunt and thighs, making Cathy’s nude body shudder and reaching depths which neither had never experienced before. He stared down at her, his sweat soaking his clothes and falling from his face to mix with the sweat covering Cathy’s nude, slick and shiny body. Never, he knew, had he seen anything as erotic as the woman struggling against him. His cock began to throb as he moved one hand from where it had been crushing her left breast and ran it across her cheek, feeling the warmth wetness of the tears on her soft cheek. He stared down into her blue eyes, his cock throbbing, as he drank in the agony so evident there as well as in the rest of her face. He began to speak, the volume and intensity of his words steadily rising

” Yes, speak to me slave. Scream… scream out your pain so that everyone can hear you. I want them to know what I do to you. Especially that pig Kehalis. Scream for him, my slave. SCREAM ! Scream out who is taking you, who is raping your whore’s cunt. TELL THEM WHO I AM, SLAVE! “

The Arab drew his curved knife from his belt, laying the cold steel against Cathy’s tear streaked cheeks. Cathy was lost in the sheer power of his cock, her mind was overwhelmed by a feeling of … fullness as his cock reached ever deeper inside her. Cathy stared up at him, her confusion evident in her expression. Slowly she realized what he wanted. He wanted her to call him “Master” as he raped her. He again ordered her to speak, emphasizing his command by impaling her again and again with his cock, making her body shake with the force of his thrusts. He held one of Cathy’s breasts in his grip, painfully squeezing the soft globe as he plowed in her. . He held his knife against her cheek, its phallic form cold and menacing, crudely reminding Cathy of his power over her. She felt the speed of his thrusts increase along with their depth and force. His cock was filling her, sinking deeper and deeper into her cunt no matter how hard she fought against it. Desperate to end this nightmare of rape and pain, and to find some relief from the cock which was turning her insides into jelly, Cathy gave in to him. She gave him what he wanted in a last coherent moment, screaming out:

” MASTER… YOU’RE HURTING ME MASTER.. IT HURTS SO MUCH.. PLEASEE.. MASTER… NO MORE… NO MORE. … OHHH! “

Hearing the words he wanted so much to hear pushed the Arab over the top. His cock emptied his cum into Cathy, filling her with a flood of his hot cum. He held himself still between her legs, eyes unfocused, body rigid as he emptied himself into the sobbing female officer trapped underneath him. He could feel his cock spurt again, and then again for a third time before it began to shrink. He stayed inside her warmth as long as he could, until he began to feel the cum leaking out of Cathy’s cunt. Slowly. he withdrew and put his cock back inside his pants. He looked down at Cathy as she lay there, eyes tightly shut, her nude body shiny with her sweat and shaking with her sobs; her breasts red from the punishment he had given them. A stream of white cum- his cum- trickling out of her still open cunt onto the platform. He slowly turned around to look toward the doorway. As he had hoped and expected, he saw the doorway filled with the faces of the Pashtoons. Except for the angry face of Kehalis, the men’s faces showed only delight in a foreigner’s- especially a foreign woman’s- humiliation. There was no anger at the Arab for taking the Western female soldier, only envy. Their faces showed something else as well. They showed a hunger, a hunger to experience the bound woman themselves, to take her as the Arab had taken her, to make her cry out for them as she cried out for the Arab when he had planted his seed deep inside her.

The Arab smiled and gestured to them, dumbly showing the men that they were welcome to enter. He needed no knowledge of their strange language to make it clear to the watching men that he was offering them a taste of what he had just experienced with Cathy.

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THE WILSON FAMILY SAGA BY JGE POWERS (PART 2)

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Gordy and Max sat on the front porch. Max opened a can
of beer. “You look like a man who need to talk,” he said.

“Mr. Duncan . . . Max, I don’t know where to start.
One part of me is saying, ‘Wow’; the other part is screaming
that I’ve just broken every rule in the book.” Gordy
shrugged his shoulders.

“Listen to me, young son. All that morality crap is
just so much bullshit! It was made up by some asshole who
convinced the other assholes that he was right. It’s just
pure man-made shit!

“If people screwed more,” he continued, ” do you think
we’d have all this hatred? All this war? Do you think
anybody would give a flying fuck what color you were if we
just fucked more?”

“Max, the Bible says you can’t covet your neighbor’s
wife. Besides we’re really talking about me fucking my . .
Mother,” Gordy said dejectedly. The euphoria of the night
was wearing off.

“Don’t forget your sister, or my niece. And you’re
right about the Bible, but what if your neighbor is banging
your wife while you’re banging his? Where the coveting
then? Shit, boy what about the rest of the Bible. The real
story. Lot and his juicy daughters? And Adam and Eve?
Where did all those chicks their sons married come from?
The brothers had to do some righteous laying down with the
sisters.” Max had reverted to the street dialect; a far cry
from his Rhodes Scholar accent.

“Max, this is the modern world, not Biblical times.”

“Listen to me, Gordy. You don’t know it yet, but
you’re a stud! A stud performs a service. The women of the
world have been brainwashed with this morality shit, but
their bodies still talk. The body knows crap from morality.

“It’s body language that you have to learn to read.
They can’t hide what they really want. Your Mother’s body
was talking to me tonight. Your father’s gone, and she
thought she couldn’t have you – that wouldn’t be moral – so
her body talked to mine. Besides every white woman
fantasizes about going to bed with a Black man. You know why
they fantasize? ‘Cause it ain’t moral to go to bed with a
nigger.
“Hell, I just read her body language and gave her what
she wanted. What she needed.”

“Okay, Max, that explains you. What about me? I
fucked my own Mother . . . well, Stepmother. And in the
ass, too.”

Max laughed and put his arm around Gordy’s shoulders.

“Boy, you’re a hard sell. Fraud. Old Sigmund. Every
son wants to screw his Mother. Every Mother wants to screw
her son. Did she fight you off? Did you force her to do
anything against her will?”

“No,” Gordy replied softly.

“Damn right. Her body wanted you. So did your
sister’s. You don’t know it yet, but you did Carol a big
favor.” He laughed. “Almost as big a favor as I did for
Serena.”

Gordy shifted his weight. His ass was beginning to
hurt, but the ache helped him to think clearly. Max made
sense. Where was the wrong of it? He was beginning to feel
good again. And he wanted to believe. Morality was man-
made. If man could make it, then man could change it. There
was no sin if all parties agreed. He nodded his head
thoughtfully, and took a deep breath of cool, night air. He
made his own version of peace with himself, and was
contented. “I feel a hellava lot better, Max.”

“Of course you do, young son. Good lovin’ and good
conversation make for good sleep. You now have the best of
all worlds. Enjoy them.”

“Max, What about them?” he nodded at the house.

“You may have to show them the way, Gordy. Remember,
you were a tough sell, too.

“Well, I’ve got to be going. By the way, Gordy, thanks
for inviting me to dinner.”

Gordy watched Max drive away. He took another deep
breath. Yes, he did feel much better. When he entered the
house, his Mother was sitting at the dining room table – was
it just a few hours ago? – the dishes were still there. She
was staring straight ahead. “Mom?”

“Gordy, we have to talk.” Her voice was very soft. He
could hardly hear her. He saw her eyes were red from
crying.

“No, Mom, we don’t. I know what you’re going to say,
and you’re wrong. Nothing that happened here tonight was
wrong. If anything, it was very right.”

Joanna Wilson was guiltridden. She was depraved,
disgusting! She had seduced her children; ruined their
lives. Because of her own lustful needs she had sunk to
uncharted depths. She was drowning, and Gordy was throwing
her a life preserver. She was ready to grasp at any straw.

He sat down beside her and took her in his arms,
continuing in the same way Max had. He even used the same
analogies. Joanna still vacillated. She wanted to believe,
to shed the guilt, but her engrained conformity continued to
fight her son’s logic.

“But Gordy, you and Carol are my children! How can you
say that this was right? My body betrayed me, and I’ve done
this horrible thing to you both.”

“Wrong. Wrong, Mom.” Gordy used all the rationale Max
had and added some of his own. ” . . . besides, how many
people can say that they truly love their family? I mean,
really love them! Up to now it’s just been an abstract
thing; not tangible. But that’s all changed now, Mom. We
have something no one can ever take away. Do you
understand?”

“Oh, Gordy. I want so much to believe. So very much.”

Her eyes were still filled with tears. He took her
gently by the hands. “Come back to bed. Everything is going
to be alright. Dry you eyes. You don’t want Carol to know
you’ve been crying.” He put his arm around her waist, very
conscious of her body; the fact that she was naked beneath
her robe. Gently they walked up the stairs together.

The night passed as in a dream; fantasy and reality
blending together. He was conscious of touch, and taste,
and enhanced feelings. He didn’t know if the warm, moist
mouth that sucked him belonged to Carol or Joanna, or whose
tight, wet pussy slid over his dick. He didn’t know whose
breast or cunt he kissed and licked. And he didn’t care.

***

Gordy woke up minutes before his alarm went off. He
was surprised that he felt so good, especially after only a
few hours sleep. It’s great to be young, he thought as he
absentmindedly opened the bathroom door. Carol stood there,
naked, toweling off. Automatically, he mumbled an apology
and quickly shut the door. Her laughter followed him.

He smiled and let himself back in. “Sorry,” he said,
“reflex action.”

She kissed him gently and stretched. Her body was taut
and her tits jutted upward. He felt a stirring in his
loins. “Good morning, Boy Wonder. Sleep well?” She didn’t
wait for a reply and continued.

“Gordy, I can’t tell you how good I feel. How full.
It’s like the first day of summer, and there’s no more
school.”

He remembered what Max said about doing her a favor.

Her voice kadirli escort turned low and serious. “We didn’t do
anything really wrong, did we?”

“No, we didn’t,” he assured her. “In fact, without
philosophizing, we just may have done something right for a
change.”

“About last night, Gordy,” her voice was still serious,
“There’s something I want you to know. Circumstances didn’t
allow you to be the first guy to . . . fuck me, but . . .
well, I mean . . . I wanted you to be the first to . . . you
know . . . my ass.” She was actually blushing.

He nodded, and hugged her. “I know, Carol.”

“Max was . . . well, Max was Max. A fantasy. Great
sex. But I made love to you.” It was a statement. “And
Mom, too. Wow, it still blows my mind.”

Damn, he thought, Max really was right. One hundred
percent, fucking right. He was totally relieved.

“I just wanted you to know that. And now,” her voice
perked up, “I’m going to catch a nap. I have a library
assignment I have to do later.” She kissed him again and
entered her room, leaving the bathroom door open.

There was no need for closed doors at the Wilson house,
anymore.

***

It was six A.M. The weather was clear and cool. A
perfect morning. Gordy felt great. Marvelous. Fantastic.
The world was great. He rode his bike effortlessly. His aim
was unerring. Each folded paper hit the mark. He could no
wrong. He pushed himself to go faster. He wanted to reach
the end of his route. Today, a different Gordy Wilson was
delivering the News. And more. He was a Stud! And he had a
mission.

At the end of his route he had a surprise for a special
lady. A real tease. Juanita Rojas was going to have the
tables turned on her, if he had his way. Sexy Juanita, in
her tight maids’ uniform. Full busted and firm assed. She
liked to squeeze Gordy to her tits and watch him turn red.
She liked to pinch him on the ass. Visions of Juanita
bending over came to him. The view of her cleavage was
spectacular. Everything that a fourteen year old could want.

Well, he thought, this fourteen year old wanted more.

He was almost on top of the joggers before he noticed
them. He hit the brakes just as the three, young girls
reached him.

“For a moment,” the little blonde said, “I thought you
were going to run us over.”

DeeDee Sanford was Marlene’s kid sister; the same age
as Gordy, and a younger version of her older sister. She
was with Margie Hart, a raven haired cutie-pie – nice tits,
too, Gordy thought – and Penny Grifford. Everyone called
her Plain Penny, for obvious reasons.

“Hi,” he said, “What’re you guys doing out so early?”

Cutie pie wiggled her rump. “Keeping our girlish
shapes. What does it look like?” DeeDee giggled.

How young they seemed to him.

Plain Penny stayed in the background, as usual. Gordy
knew her as a fellow student in Advanced Chemistry; another
egghead. She was tall, somewhat gangly, and self-conscious.
Her dark blonde hair hung limp. She never seem to do
anything with it. Gordy felt very sympathetic towards her.
She really was kind of cute, or would be, if she did
something with herself, he thought. He smiled at her. She
tried to smile back.

“What are you doin’ later?” DeeDee asked.

“Why?”

“We had a slumber party at Margie’s. Want to come for
breakfast, after you finish your route?”

“Yeah, sure. Margie’s folks would love that.”

“No,” Margie piped up, “they’re away for the week. We
have the place to ourselves. Come on over. Please.”

“I’ll try,” he said noncommittally. He wasn’t sure if
the look on Penny’s face meant she was glad or sad about the
invitation. He waved as he peddled away. The girls could
wait, he had other things to think of.

***

Helen Crotty was 49 years old, and looked ten years
younger. Her body was firm and womanly, and surprisingly
muscular. She owed her good figure to her daily swimming
workout. Day in, day out; whatever the weather, she swam.

She cut the water cleanly. Turning her head she caught
a glimpse of the paperboy coming up the drive. What was his
name? Oh, yes – Gordy. Gordy Wilson. Strong legs. Nice
buns, she thought. How old could he be? Fourteen; fifteen
at the most. She wondered, what does a fifteen year old cock
would look like? Young, tender, virginal, sleek. Strong.

Her loins began to heat up, and her juice began to
flow. Damn, she thought, now she was dreaming of robbing
the cradle. She swan faster.

Gordy had strict instructions about where to leave the
Crotty paper. Not in the drive or the bushes. He had to
bring it right up to the backdoor and give it to the maid.

He passed the pool area. Mrs. Crotty was doing her
daily workout. He saw her everyday. At least he caught
sight of her. He had never been really close to the woman.

Gordy pulled up to the back door. It was opened
immediately by the maid, Juanita. Her smile was wide and
genuine. “Buenos dias, Gordy.” She reached out and
playfully pinched his cheek. Her uniform was taut across her
full chest. He could see her nipples through the thin
material. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Gordy smiled.

“Good morning, love,” he said.

She was surprised at his greeting. Usually he was very
shy. As she turned, he reached out and pinched her ass.
She squealed. “All’s fair, love.” Juanita Rojas was
speechless. She loved to tease this pretty gringo, but until
today he had never made an overt gesture. She wondered.

“My little rooster is feeling his spurs, today.”

“Your little rooster is feeling like the cock of the
walk.”

All she could say was, “Oh.”

“May I have a cup of coffee, pretty senorita?”

She smiled back. He was actually flirting, she
thought. She was intrigued and aroused. Juanita liked
young boys. They actually turned her on more so than grown
men. They were sweeter and kinder. If only they had bigger
cocks, she thought.

Gordy followed her closely. When she turned, her tits
were touching his chest. He boldly fondled her hip, and ran
his hand up and down her thigh, gently. “You smell
wonderful. And feel good, too.”

She kissed him lightly and was taken aback when his
tongue entered the warm recesses of her mouth. Her breath
caught in her throat. Gordy pressed his advantage. He
pushed his loins at her and felt her respond. He smiled.

“Coffee is such a waste of time,” he said. The cup fell
to the floor as they locked in a tight embrace. He grabbed
her ass and pulled her to him. With a practiced motion, he
yanked her dress up – no panties, just a garter belt and
nylons; her mound a tangled jungle of thick black pubic hair
– pushed her against the table and jammed his cock into her
tingling hole. She gasped and whimpered.

Madre de Dios, she thought, I’m in Heaven. It was huge!
Her kadıköy escort pussy juice flowed like hot sap, lubricating his entry.
Gordy pumped furiously. She was coming already. Her fingers
dug deeply into his shoulders. Her legs wrapped around his hips.

“Aaaaaaah, Si, Si . . . yes, yes . . . fuck me.
Harder!” Her voice became strangled and she began mumbling
in Spanish as wave after orgasmic wave of pleasure engulfed
her.

“Yeah! Fuck me back,” he yelled. “Com’on, harder,
harder.” The pressure built in his loins. His legs trembled.

From far off, she could feel his convulsions start as
he started to cum. It triggered off another orgasm in her
heated cunt.

Helen Crotty stood by the window. Her fingers were
busy in her wet pussy. She had pulled her bathing suit
aside and was vigorously working her index finger over her
extended clitoris. Oh, God, she thought. You bitch! You
fucking lucky bitch. I hate you. I love you. I’m coming!
Juicy Mexican pussy; big beautiful young cock! Her mouth
watered for it.

She had towelled dry, put on her robe and started for
the house, when a noise, like glass breaking, made her walk
back to the kitchen window. She gasped at the sight. Her
breath caught and her legs went weak. That lovely young boy,
his pretty buns bare, was sticking an enormous prick into her
maid – men don’t even have cocks like that, she thought.
Rage, envy, desire flooded her body. Her fingers sought out
her cunt. The material was too thick. She roughly pushed it
aside and jammed two fingers into her dripping pussy.

It wasn’t the same.

***

Joanna awoke just in time to hear Carol’s car pull out
of the driveway. It was almost eight o’clock in the morning.
She stretched. Aside from some stiff muscles and some
soreness in her pussy and asshole, she felt marvelous; no
guilt, no remorse or recrimination. Putting on a robe, she
remembered another time when her pussy and asshole told
another story. All those wasted years, she thought, then
smiled to herself. At least this time the story has a happy
ending. Down the hall, she paused at Gordy’s room, knocked
and opened the door. His rumpled bed was empty. She
remembered his newspaper route. God, where do these kids get
the energy?

In the kitchen, she made coffee.

After Max had left, after Gordy’s marvelously convincing
arguments, she had laid together with her children, fucking,
sucking, touching, nibbling, holding each close, giving and
receiving pleasure, until, reluctantly, she told them to go
to bed and get some rest. Both had full schedules. Now,
with just a few hours sleep, they were up and out, and here
she was pumping coffee – life-giving fluid! – into her tired
body. She rubbed a hand over her full tits. The sensitive
flesh responded immediately and she laughed outloud. You’re
not tired, she said to herself, you’re still horny. Still
chuckling she went back upstairs to take a shower remembering
last night’s wonders: a black man – what a fantasy! Her
daughter and her stepson! – so exciting she still had
trouble believing it. And no guilt!

* * *

Joanna was rubbing her naked body briskly when the
doorbell rang insistantly. “Isn’t it always the way,” she
said, picking up her robe. “Just a minute,” she called
loudly. Hastily she put on a robe, wrapped her damp hair
with a towel and went downstairs to answer the door. “Max!”
she squealed, delight in her voice.

“Good morning, sweetcheeks. I was wondering if two lost
travelers could mooch a cup of coffee.”

Joanna saw the other black man standing behind him. She
blushed at Max’s physical reference to her and automatically
clutched her robe closer, which just accented her lovely body
even more so. “Oh.” was all she could say.

Max walked in, the other man sheepishly following. “Let
me introduce you to my brother, John,” he said.

John Duncan was almost handsome, in a distinguished
black manner, but Joanna could see a distinct facial
resemblance to his rougher looking brother and his skin was
just a few shades lighter.

“Oh! How do you do, Dr. Duncan. I’ve heard so much
about you,” she said, somewhat relieved. John Duncan mumbled
his thanks. Joanna thought him rather shy for a college
professor.

Max put his arm around her. “John’s a secret admirer of
yours.” Joanna looked at him, confused. He nodded. “He
became one as soon as I told him how much you like to fuck
black cock. He’s dying to sample that lovely white cunt of
yours.”

Joanna blanched. Her hand covered her mouth and her
body blazed with embarrassment and shock. “Max! How could
you?” she wailed.

“Damn you!” John Duncan said, angrily, “You have all the
tack of a bull elephant! Mrs. Wilson, I assure you my
intentions are . . .”

“Sexual and obscene!” Max finished for him. Standing
behind the flushed and abashed woman, holding her shoulders,
he pulled the robe off her shoulders, baring her big tits.
John Duncan gasped.

Guilty passion swept her body when she saw the look on
John’s face; a combination of wonder, desire and lust. Max’s
rough hands messaged her tits, tweaking the nipples. The air
around her was suddenly charged with electricity and an
exciting, forbidden thrill rippled through her still
pleasure-raw nerves. Heart pounding, she gasped as her
traitorous body released a stream of hot cream into her warm
cunt.
“Damn you, Max,” she whispered huskily, “Damn you!”

Her legs trembled and she leaned back against him for
support, unable to stop his brother, John, from opening her
robe and completely exposing her nakedness.

John Duncan was smiling, lewdly. “Max didn’t pay you
nearly enough compliments. You’re exquisite!” he gushed,
running the tip of his big, dark finger over her tits, down
her belly. His finger slid length-ward along her puffy slit
and a smile creased his face as he watched her mouth gape;
her eyes go wide as a shiver of pleasure washed over her
body.

“Oh, yes,” she said in a harsh whisper. “That feels so
good. Do fuck me!” she said, her hand caressing John’s warm,
dark cheek.

“I told you she was a hot bitch, Johnny.” Max said,
picking her up in his strong arms. “Com’on, lets have some
fun.” He carried the dreamy eyed woman to up to her bedroom.
Placing her in the soft Wing chair, he caressed her nipples
as John began to strip his clothes.

Joanna moaned softly. The strong ebony hands had a
tender touch that felt so good and she was still so excited
and incredibly horny. Her body melted and she leaned her
head back and closed her eyes.

Max held her, while John slipped the silk robe from her
shoulders and kissed his way down her throat to her large
tits. She couldn’t have resisted even if she had wanted to.

“God, you’re sexy!” he groaned. “And I love big tits!
Yours are great!”

Kneeling in front of her, John wrapped his arms around
her waist and eased her kağıthane escort ass out to the edge of the chair,
forcing her legs apart. He wedged himself in between them,
all the time kissing his way over her body, especially her
tits.

She ran her fingers through his thick hair, and pressed
his face deeper into her cleavage. A dreamy warmth filled
her loins. She could feel her pussy contract. She was in
heaven.

Max kissed her hungrily, his lips clamping over hers and
fucked her mouth with his tongue; just as his brother lifted
her ass and buried his black face in her hot white cunt.

Joanna lost control. Groaning deeply, she tried to hump
John’s face. Electric shocks, one after the other, shook her
body as John’s nimble pink tongue snaked up and into her
burning cunt. As Max slipped his hand down to massage her
big, hard nipples, she arched her back, thrusting her tits
forward so he could get at them better.

“You really are one hot bitch!” Max whispered, releasing
her tits. “Now, we’re gonna fuck you ragged.”

“Oh, yes, Max!” she choked, her brain hot with desire,
“Fuck me! I need your black cocks so bad! My pussy wants
it!”

John drew his face out from between her legs, his face
smeared with cunt juice. He wiped his mouth. “I’m first!”
he said with a smile. Then he picked up the almost limp
woman and laid her on the bed. Kneeling at her feet, his
eyes roaming her lush, white, naked body. Fascinated by the
constrast in color he lifted her legs into the air and spread
them wide apart baring her cunt to his hungry eyes.

Joanna gazed hungrily at his rigid black cock. It stood
straight up, long and slender but heavily ridged. A drop of
pre-cum glistened on the dark mushroom-shaped head. She
licked her lips. Somewhere in the back of her mind she
remembered that cocks like that – long and slender – were
called ass reamers. A wicked thrill flushed her already hot
body. John teased her, running his fat cockhead over her
slick opening. Her body heaved up; her grasping cunt trying
to suck it into her shivering body. “Oh, please,” she
moaned, “put it in!”

John Duncan chuckled and slid the entire length of his
cock into her boiling cunt in one swift stroke.

“Aggggggg!” she cried out, her body arching to meet his
thrust, her arms clutching his body to hers. “Ahhhhh! Oh,
so good . . . your cock . . . so good,” she sighed and
together, they began to move in unison, their bodies
instantly in tune with each other. In her lust filled brain,
Joanna was truly in paradise.

She was panting; wave after wave of pleasure washing
over her body, when something smacked against her lips.
Through foggy eyes she saw the head of Max’s monster cock
dangling before her mouth. He smacked it against her tender
skin again. Joanna smiled. “I’ll swallow it whole!” she
said in a challenge as her tongue teased the mushroom shaped
cock-tip, then she licked it all over.

Bug-eyed, John watched his brother’s massive twelve-inch
fuckpole disappear down Joanna’s throat. Her cheeks bulged,
and she looked like she would choke, but she didn’t release
an inch of it. In awe, he watched as Max put his dark hands
behind her head and pushed her face deep into his crotch.
His entire cock was completely sunk deep in the heat of her
sucking mouth and throat.

“Fucking tremendous! Oh, sweetcheeks, you’re one
hellava, deep-throating cocksucker!” Max said, pumping his
thick cock-log slowly in and out of her hot mouth; sliding it
out almost to the tip, then thrusting it back to the hilt.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it, baby?”

She mumbled and nodded as best she could with his big
cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the heavy
shaft; its tangy taste and texture driving her to a frenzy.
Her head began to move in fucking motions, faster and faster;
eager to get at Max’s prize cum.

John was so intrigued that his fucking had slowed to
nothing. He felt her hips rotate, lewdly, beneath him; the
walls of her cunt contracting around his prick. He sighed
with pleasure and felt the pressure start to heat up in his
nuts. He began humping her tight box in earnest.

Joanna gasped in delight. John’s cock was wonderful.
Max’s cock was magnificent. She didn’t think it was possible
to be filled so completely. Then she thought of Gordy’s
beautiful cock; of having it up her ass. All three cocks
together!

Her body exploded!

John squealed as he felt her cunt walls squeeze, vise-
like, around the head of his plowing dick, clutching at it,
sucking it deep into her volcano-like, erupting cunt. He
plunged in, his cock spurting into her squeezing pussy. She
erupted in a series of contractions so strong that she almost
passed out. Violent colors exploded in her brain and her
legs locked tightly around his body, making him ride out the
spasm that shook her body.

“Cumming!” John cried, almost in pain. “Aghhhhh! I’m
cummin’!”

She tried to scream her passion, but Max’s big prick
choked off the sound. It came out like a hoarse gasp for
air. Her lips clamped on his hot rod and she sucked his
monster cock in lusty desperation; her cheeks bulging and her
powerful jaw muscles working to form tremendous suction.

“Yeah, baby, yeah! Suck that knob! Make me cum! Suck
it! . . . Here it comes! . . . yeahhhhh!”

The wildly, throbbing cock erupted deep in her throat,
spurting gobs of thick, creamy, cum straight down her gullet.
She gagged on the vast amount. Cum overflowed her mouth and
ran down her chin, falling on her heaving chest. The still
cum-shooting cock sprayed her face, her hair, and her body
with droplets of milky-white cum juice.

Flushed and panting, she fisted it, back and forth,
draining the last dregs of his huge load; her tongue swishing
the swollen head; her hand smearing the streaking globs into
her skin, making it glisten.

Max sank down beside her, his body still trembling.

“Holy shit!” he said, tiredly.

Reluctantly, John pulled his wet shrinking cock out of
Joanna’s juice-filled pussy. He was panting. His body fell
heavily beside her. “Make that two,” he moaned and closed
his eyes.

Joanna signed deeply; her body glowing. Her nerve ends
tingled with charged electricity. She wiped her hand along
her cum-slick body, then stuck her fingers in her sopping
pussy, picking up the residue of their combined loads. She
licked each finger clean, sucking it deep into her mouth,
savoring the tangy flavor. “Oh, that tastes wonderful,” she
said, her voice soft and relaxed as her body. “You were both
wonderful! How can I ever thank you?”

“Are you serious, woman?” John Duncan asked,
incredulously, “What more can you do?”

Joanna giggled. “I can suck your cocks clean. How’s
that for a ‘thank you’ gesture?”

Max sighed a deep, satisfied sigh. “You go right ahead,
sweetcheeks, and if you do real well and get these pricks
hard again, we just might stick them up your ass. That’s if
you’re a good girl.”

Lowering her head to his crotch, she sucked his limp
prick into the cool depths of her mouth and mumbled,
“Promises, promises.” Then she giggled again.

John Duncan watched, again, his brother’s cock disappear
into that beautiful, sensuous mouth. He knew he’d have
another hard-on long before she got to his prong.

To be continued

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This will probably be the last chapter unless you all think it should continue, please let me hear your comments as to another chapter.

Jen just wasn’t sure she heard right, the part about condoms being worn but the other guys who would be fucking her were one thing. The part about making a baby with Zack was something else entirely.

Well its Sunday Zack will leaving soon and John should be home around 1. Zack was in the den watching porn, as she entered he looked at her with lust in his eyes.
“Jen if I had anything left in my balls I’d give it too you but I’m dry”. “Well sweetie I can see I’ve done my job, your nut sack is empty for today anyway”. They both laughed as she sat down next to him.
The back door opened, John came in and called “Mom I’m home”. He walked in the den, “Hi Zack how’s it hanging”? “Its hanging but your mom made sure the sack was empty”. “Well that’s good mine is full to the brim”. Jen stood up kissed Zack with an open mouth, “Zack honey let your self out, a mothers work is never done”. She wiggled out of her shorts revealing a pair of red thong panties”. “My baby needs a mother’s attention”. Taking Johns hand they walked upstairs.

In her bedroom she turned to face her son, he took hold of the bottom of the t shirt and pulled it over her head. Her red bra was off in a few seconds, he started sucking her nipple while twisting the other one. She was moaning with delight, they lay down on the bed and he pulled her panties off. John climbed between her legs and she felt the head of his cock pushing at the entrance of her pussy. As it slipped in she gave a moan, “Deeper baby I’d like it deeper in me”. John wasted no time pushing in until there pubic mounds were together. He was pumping hard; her hips were rising up to meet every downward push. “John baby fuck me harder shoot a big load in my pussy”. He kept pumping, she felt the wave of passion sweeping over her as she grunted “Fuck me, fuck me, and shoot that load baby”.
John pushed all the way down, held his cock there for a moment “Ugh I’m cumming mom, cum ejected from his cock into her milking pussy, spurt after spurt for four or five times before it ended.
They lay there catching there breath. “Mom that was great”. “The pleasure was all mine honey”.

They heard Zack, “Hay John from now on you should use a condom as Jen and I are working on a baby”. “Listen Zack, I’m not using a condom so one of us will be the daddy and we’ll have to wait to see who it looks like before we make a decision”.

Jen just laid there stunned by the conversation she was hearing. Zack waved good by and left. They were still in bed, “Mom can I have a blow job”? “You certainly can then we should talk”. “OK while I eat”.
Jen took his cock and swirled her tongue around the head it was fat and gorged with blood. She started bobbing up and down on it for what seemed like five minutes when she felt the familiar twitch, cum flooded her mouth, using her hand she massaged his cock so every drop was out. Looking him in the face she swallowed the entire load. “Good too the last drop”. They both started laughing.

Once they were in the kitchen with a sandwich in front of John she sat down, “John this thing with Zack about babies, I don’t get it”. “Mom there are three of you in the group”. “We have discussed this among us and basically we all feel if one of you gets pregnant it will be great”. “Really, great what do I tell your father”?
“Tell him it’s his”. Jen sat there in disbelief. “Honey we don’t have sex that often any more”. “Mom listen, the two other moms were very concerned just like you”. “We decided if they weren’t going along with the plan we would stop fucking them”. “Did you stop”? “Yes for about a month”. “How did that work out”?

John explained the boys had gotten together and stopped fucking Taylor Rimes Zack’s mom. It took her about 35 days to call John and tell him to come over with Armen she had changed her mind.
“For the last month or so we alternated between Taylor and Lynette Cutler a boy named Bobs mom”. “I assume it is working well for you guys”? “To tell the truth no now that you are with us it will be better”. “Why is izmit escort that”? “There are six of us with three moms we can have fuck parties, where each mom get two guys for an evening.

The thought of two other moms agreeing seemed strange. The thought of loosing Zack’s cock was very unsettling, as with him her orgasms were fucken great. She wasn’t going to just tell them no way at this point.
“John so now what”? “Dad will be home in a couple of hours so we’ll see if we can get together for the weekend, I’ll let you know”. “Mom they did video you Saturday right”? “Yes dear Armen is the first guy to have my ass”. “Wow he did your ass”? “He did my ass while Zack fucked my pussy”. “It was great, believe me”. “Well I’m going to watch it and you are our first DP mom”. “What’s that”? “Double penetration”.

John left the table and she sat there thinking I must be crazy; this could ruin my marriage and send me to jail. Perhaps even get knocked up in the bargain. They had video of me fucking both guys at the same time, oh god what have I done.

Her thoughts were cut short as the door opened and in walked Donald. They spent the rest of the afternoon talking about the flight and how the airlines continued to make demands of there people which seemed harsh but were necessary to keep the company profitable. The three of them had dinner; Jen straightened the kitchen while Donald gets in his favorite chair and started to dose off.

She headed for Johns room, opening the door she heard herself moaning, walking over to the computer she saw Zack fucking her and she came with a lot of noise.
“Looks like you are really enjoying Zack’s cock”. “That’s an understatement I love the way it feels inside me”. When he shoots cum in me it put me over the edge, as you saw”.

“The reason I came up was dad’s taking the Chicago to Rome Flight Friday night. “The airline has a new policy so he has to layover in Rome for two days”. “Instead of coming home he gets to go to Sidney, where he has another two day layover” “Mom get to the point, please”. “He’ll be gone for fourteen days, two complete weekends”. “This is great I’ll make some call and let you know what’s up.
The rest of the evening went by quietly and for three days there was nothing but John on the phone for hours at a time. Jen went through her normal routine while all the while thinking about Zack’s cock. My god she thought I can’t stop thinking about cock, I’m loosing my mind.

Thursday afternoon John arrived home from school with Zack. They walked in, Zack gave her a big smile, and she smiled back. “You guys hungry”? John response was “We sure are”. Zack looked around to see where Donald was, realizing they were alone he grabbed her tit and squeezed. “Um that feels good baby” They moved away as they heard footsteps and Donald walked in. The boys said hello and headed for Johns room.
“They seem quiet this afternoon”, said Donald. “I think new girl thing”. Continuing to go about her daily activities the squeeze had only heighten her awareness of the need for his cock. Zack stayed for dinner, immediately after they headed beck to John’s room. Donald went to his chair while Jen sat reading a Victoria’s catalog. Her thoughts were what outfit he will pick for me to wear this weekend.
An hour passed and snoring was coming from the den; she headed upstairs, open the door to John’s room and slipped inside. Zack was on his phone so she whispered, “What’s going on”? “I think we’ve put together a fuck party for the weekend”. “Wow you guys work fast”. Zack looked at her”We only work fast at some things”. “Glad to hear that”.
They outlined the plan to her in detail.

Friday afternoon Taylor would be over at about 2:30. Her husband thought she was going to a banker’s conference so she wouldn’t be home till Sunday afternoon as it was in Cleveland. Then by 4 Lynette as she was separated so she just had to wrap up a few loose ends would be over. They would be there a couple of hours to get acquainted until the guys showed up at 7. They would each have three outfits as per what the guys wanted and since each day they were with two new guys ığdır escort they all had different tastes in sexy so that’s the plan.
Friday afternoon at 2:45 a red headed women knocked at the door Jen opened it, “Hi I’m Taylor”, “Hi I’m Jen, come in”. Taylor was about the same age as Jen, but she had large breasts, long red hair and a great smile. They went into the kitchen. Only twenty minutes had passed until another knock on the door. Upon opening it there stood a woman a couple of years younger then her, small perky breasts, shoulder length hair. “I’m Lynette”, “Jen, nice to meet you.

All three women were seated at the kitchen table with vodka and cranberry drinks. “Well girls this should be exciting don’t you think”? “Frankly I’d prefer to just have Zack all weekend but it is what it is” replied Jen. “I wish John would fuck me senseless all week end without the others guys but”. “It’s almost six I guess we should get dressed”? “Mind as well” replied Taylor. Thirty minutes later they all looked at each other. Lynette giggled “We look like we work in a cat house”. Jen s reply was priceless “For this weekend we do”. They heard the front door and the guys were coming in, so they headed down stairs to meet them.
They entered the den and immediately were met with cheers; Taylor spoke up “I assume you guys like the look, right”? “It only took another minute to understand how this would work. Zack and Tyrell a large black guy took Jen by the hand, “Lets go to your room”, “I’d love to sweetie”. John and Owen a Latino took Taylor’s hand “Want to go to my room”? “It’s my pleasure babe”. Armen and Bob smiled at Lynette “We get the guest room off the den.

No sooner had the bedroom door closed and Zack had her tight boy shorts down while Tyrell unhook her bra and started sucking her nipples. It didn’t take long before her pussy was moist and her nipples were standing straight out. Zack laid her on the bed got between her legs and started rubbing his cock head on her moist pussy lips, a slight pressure and he was in. He was going deep and she loved it. Tyrell got on her chest, she opened her mouth and a very nice size cock was feed to her. Zack was balls deep and had acquired a good rhythm. She moaned as the fire between her legs was spreading, the large cock in her mouth started twitching, the first spurt of cum went straight down her throat, he pulled back a little and the next four spurts were enormous, she swallowed twice to get it all down. As he rolled off she was out of control with passion, fuck me honey shoot the baby stuff in my hot pussy”. He gripped her hips cum was flowing from his cock as she had a violent orgasm. It took a few minutes for there breathing to return to normal. “How as that Jen”? “Just wonderful sweetie”, “No it was fucken terrific that’s what it was”.
Tyrell moved between her legs with a broad smile, she looked up “OK big boy you get sloppy seconds but my pussy will milk every drop out for you”. Tyrell pushed into her pussy which was very sloppy so it fit in easily. He was bigger then Zack and was balls deep in nothing flat. “She moaned with delight as he started pumping her pussy. She moved her hips up to meet every down stroke he gave her. She came again while he just kept up the pumping motion. Pulling him down to her she told him “shoot that black cum deep in me baby”. Upon hearing that he pulled her hips close and let go with a volume flow of hot cum into her pussy. She moaned and had another orgasm. They finally fell asleep around 11, she laid there between them smiling to her self I’m going to have trouble walking tomorrow.

The next morning both guys were given a good morning blow job and in nothing but cum stained panties she went to the kitchen to start coffee. Within ten minutes both other women were with her in the same attire, just cum stained panties. “Well ladies” asked Jen “How are our pussies this morning”? “Mine feel wonderful” was Taylor’s reply “But walking may be a problem”. “That seems to be my problem too” said Lynette. They all giggled with the look of well fucked women. “Do we know who gets who tonight”? A unified no was there response.
The guys came to the kitchen and one by one ısparta escort left saying see you tonight. “Ladies I don’t know about you but I need to brush my teeth and shower” Ditto to that was the response from both of them. They lay around the house all afternoon until around six thirty “Lets get ready girls”
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They changed into the second different outfit they had been given. They heard the guys come in they once again headed for the den dressed like sluts.
Armen and Bob took Jen and led her to her room, the door closed, she felt her bra being unhooked, it fell to the floor and Bob was sucking her tits. Armen pulled her panties down and started rubbing her clit. She was moist rather quickly in anticipation of these two new guys. Bob lay down and she got on his cock and pushed it in her as deep as he could go. They were building a rhythm when she felt the head of Armen’s cock at her ass, a slight pressure and in he went. “Ugh she grunted as he pushed deep into he bowels, the three got a rhythm going and she knew the fire between her legs was out of control again. It didn’t take long with both cocks touching each other separated only by a membrane she cried very loudly “I’m cumming guys”. Both cock were pushed deep and cum was flowing out of both at the same time, she almost lost consciousness, all three laid there until there breathing returned to normal.
They didn’t get to sleep until well after midnight. She lay there thinking I feel wonderful.

The next morning in the kitchen they sat around laughing. “Girls this sex is better then anything I’ve ever experienced, what about you two”? Both Lynette and Jen agreed but all three were joking about walking funny for a week.
The guys seemed to get into the kitchen about the same time. They were all discussing the weekend and how it was too bad it was almost over.

Frank and Owen looked at Jen with a sly smile. She knew what they were thinking when at that minute Owen spoke. “Jen we’d like some of that fine pussy before we leave, how about it”? “Well I thought you’d never ask, sure”. As they left the kitchen Jen realized they were all getting a goodbye fuck. In her bedroom she watched as the boys pulled there short down. Frank had an average looking cock but Owens seemed fatter then usual. She wiggled out of panties, got on the bed and started rubbing both cocks which were now hard. Owen rolled over between her legs and she felt him rubbing the head of his cock on her pussy lips which were getting moist, a slight pressure and in his cock went. Wow this certainly feels different it’s fatter then Zack’s she thought as he pushed deep. He was working a slow deep rhythm and she was pushing her hips up to meet every downward thrust. This cock feels great as he went still deeper. She was moaning, grunting and just having a wonderful time as the burning between her legs built until she gushed, pussy juice started flowing she felt him push his cock deep hold it there for and then cum was flowing into her pussy canal. “Fuck me hard baby”, was all she could mutter as her pussy milked the cock dry.
Owen rolled off and Frank mounted her, “Baby I’m very sloppy but I’ll do my best to let my pussy milk you dry”. “I know you will Jen”. He was pumping her hard and there pubic mounds ground against each other for ten minutes until she burst forth with a wave of passion. Frank kept pumping for a few more minutes, then she felt him stiffen and cum oozed out, again her pussy milked every drop out. They laid there for about half an hour before they got up and headed for the bathroom.

Back in the kitchen the three women sat chatting while they oozed cum. Taylor giggled “I’m leaking like a faucet I hope it stops before I get home”. Jen laughed “I hope my husband doesn’t realize I’m walking funny”. They all laughed. Taylor stood up “Jen I’ve got to take a shower and get ready to leave”, “But lets get together this week for lunch or something”? “You’ve got a deal; we have to stay in touch”.
By three o’clock Jen and John were alone, she had showered and changed into fresh panties and had her robe on. She went in his room where he was on his bed half asleep.

“Honey anything left in your nut sack you need mom to get out”? “God no mom, I’m dry”. She stood up to leave, “Mom the guys think we should get together real soon”. “Well the girls think so too, we just need a little time to be able to walk straight, OK”? With a big smile he cooed back “Ok”.

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She accepted the gift with more than a drop of reluctance. She never saw herself as kinky and was not interested in the various fetish realms. And yet, the Hosiery given held a special mystery as if she was about to open Pandora’s Box and be enlightened by the secret within. Her boyfriend Gregg just couldn’t wait. He was so eager to get her home and see her in her special gift. As they drove home, they discussed the Hosiery and the depths of the leg fetish. Sandra looked directly into Gregg’s eyes and was more than a bit mystified. She had been married to Gregg for over two years, and not once had he mentioned his desire to see her wearing a garter belt and stockings. The same secretive question swarmed through her head… had he been cheating on her? Wouldn’t she had known… and would that be the only answer to his new found sexual fetish?

Greg insisted that they stopped at the Lingerie store on the way home. Sandra never owned a garter belt. She had no purpose for one. Sandra was an artist and her idea of getting dressed for work consisted of a pair of white cotton drawstring pants and a big white shirt. She had several “painting outfits” for years, each covered with different shapes of spattered colors. Recently, her paints had become more popular in the market, allowing her some extra financial freedom. Gregg was a great financial support, but Sandra wanted… no, she needed to be self-supporting. She never wanted to be dependent on anyone, especially izmir escort a man. She loved Gregg dearly, and would do anything (almost) for him. But her financial independence was essential to their successful relationship. Gregg didn’t understand her drive for independence. As a successful Architect, he made enough to support them in any style she wished. Even though they lacked for nothing, she never once splurged or bought her self something special. She insisted on only the necessities of life. That was one reason Gregg had felt so uncomfortable to bring up his desire to see her in Hosiery.

Sandra shook her head when she saw the skimpy outfit Gregg had chosen for her. Again, she reflected her doubts as she unconsciously stroked the softness of the stockings she held in her hands. A part of her was excited to see just how well she looked in her gift.

Upon arriving home, she insisted that she have some time to herself. Initially, she just wanted a few moments to mentally prepare her for the situation. But after a long hot bath brewing over the Hosiery that a waited for her, she was so eager to inspect herself in their long bathroom mirror. Carefully she towel dried her shapely body. She inspected her naked form in the mirror, admiring her soft curves. Sandra was a slender 5”8’, with short black hair that clung to her shoulders. Her breast were two large firm mounds that enhanced her broad shoulders izmir otele gelen escort and narrow waist. She looked down at her toes, admiring her firm shapely legs. All in all she had little to complain about. She still had an appetite of a 16 year old where sex, food, adventure and life were concerned. And yet she held the pose and elegance of a mature women.

Slowly she pulled each stocking up her firm legs, enjoying the feel of the silky material against her sensitive skin. She placed the belt around her waist and hooked the top of the Stocking, holding them in place. She pulled on the sexy red silk panties and the matching skimpy bra. The final touch were the high red heels. Once done, she admired the full picture in the mirror. Without realizing it, she found her hand down her panties fingering her wet pussy. She was so aroused with just the feel of the silk against her skin and the erotic image in the mirror, that her fingers slipped into her welcoming pussy as she orgasmed. Not wanting Gregg to miss out, she quickly turned away from her image and exited the bathroom. She found her husband laying on his side facing the bathroom door.

Gregg was struck dumb as he stared at his wife. “My God… was she beautiful.” His penis immediately became stiff with anticipation. She slowly walked toward the bed her hips swaying as she moved. She had a mischievous grin on her face and izmir rus escort decided to tease her husband just a little. She raised her foot onto the bed, spreading her legs wide. She moved her hands over her legs, smoothing the fine lines of the silk stocking. By this time, her pussy was dripping with anticipation. She wanted to feel her husband’s dagger deep inside her.

Gregg reached forward and stroked her moist panties. Sandra groaned with shear pleasure. Gregg ran his hands down her legs feel the silky material against the firmness of her legs. He savored each moment wanting to experience it both physically and emotionally. As his erection grew, he removed his panties. He pulled away from his wife, asking her to spread her legs flashing her delicate pink wet lips. She slid the material way and caressed her inner folds with her fingers. Again, she raised her head groaning with pleasure. She knew Gregg’s cock was so hard and about to bulge with his juices. She moved toward him, straddling his cock between her firm long Stocking legs. She ran his tip against the soft folds of the moist fabric barely covering her increasing wetness. Slowly, purposefully she pulled the material away allowing him to slowly slip into her world. He pumped her hard and deep as he stroked her stocking covered legs. The friction his under his hands made him quickly explode.

As Sandra she stroked her own legs, she orgasmed simultaneously. The rush was like nothing she had ever felt before. She was amazed that she had never dwelt into the world of stockings. Her husband pulled her close to him, whispering in her ear. She smiled and responded, “yes darling, the night is very young…. and if you desire, I will wear my present to bed!”

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I’m sitting in my living room reading, some movie on TV. When there’s a knock at my kitchen door. It’s him. Now before I go further let me tell you about me. I’m Aimee. Your standard goth, nerdy teenager. 5’10”,Short reddish brown hair, b-cup tits. And slightly wider hips/waist but still looking pretty good.
And on the other side of that door is my boyfriend. Josh. Black hair, glasses, nice body. He’s sweet, funny, charming, and also my dominant. Sir. I open the door and he gives me that smirk.

“I see you’re wearing the outfit I picked out for you.” I blushed. I was wearing a black tank top, a black bra, (fully showing off a good amount of cleavage). Along with my black skirt, peace leggings, and combat boots. You see, that was how our relationship had started. We had been friends for a while and then one night we started chatting about sexual quirks/fetishes and i completely opened up to him about wanting to be dominated. And part of that he liked. Controlling what a girl wore. So I asked him “what would you have me wear” and he chose that outfit for me. We sexed a few times after that and …our relationship just kind of developed from that. He stepped through the door and kissed me on the lips.

“Is your mom home?”
“Nope. She went out of town to see my grandmother. She won’t be back for a couple days.” I laugh.
“I was just watching a movie. Care to join me?”
“Sounds like a plan” He sits down on the couch and pats his knee. I sit on his lap lay my head on his chest. He starts rubbing my back, kissing my neck, all kinds of cute stuff. But they start making me squirm. And i feel myself getting wet. I look up at him.

“If my squirming gets bothersome, just tell me and I’ll sit somewhere else…” He raises his eyebrows in surprise.
“Never! In fact, I find it adorable.” Then he leans in close and whispers to me,

“Y’know what is bothersome though? Being unbearable turned on all day.” I bite my lip and look at him, slightly embarrassed.
“Yes that could be bothersome. Was that my doing?”I ask, giving him my sexiest wink.
“Yes, it was your doing.” He replied with his signature smirk. Teasing me.
“Hmm. Well between you and me , I understand the feeling. Because I was biting my lip and re-reading our conversations all day.”

“Hmm, have you now? Well, let me tell you my cock is simply aching thinking about you.” He whispered against my skin, biting down gently where my neck meets my shoulder, making me gasp.
“Mmmm. Well, then I’d better get on my knees and service you like a good girl”
“Mmmm, exactly what kind of service would you be providing me, hmm?” he asked, winking.
“Well, ılgaz escort first I have to ask your permission to suck your cock.”

“Hmm..well, to get my permission, you’d have to take off my belt and slip it between your tits, and unzip my pants with your teeth!”
“ hmm, challenging but I could definitely do it”
“Well, if you managed to do that, I’d allow you to suck me off like a good little slut”
So i slide off his lap and undo his belt. I slip it between my tits. Then i lean my head in and take his zipper between my teeth. And pull it down slowly. He looks down at me.
“Good girl. Now you may suck my cock.” So I pull his pants and boxers all the way down exposing his semi-erect cock.

I start stroking his cock. Slowly at first but then going faster and faster. Then I start licking the head and swirling my tongue around it. Then I start taking it in my mouth. Inch by inch. Slowly. Moving my tongue around it so he really feels it. I keep taking him in until i feel him all the way in my mouth, down my throat. (thank god for minimal gag reflex)I hear him moaning, gasping, and telling me what a good slut I am. That’s when I start sucking. And then I start moving my head back and forth, faster and faster until finally i feel his cum in my mouth and I swallow it all like a good girl. He starts to run his fingers through my hair. Telling me how much of a good girl i am.

“Mmmm..Make sure you clean off every drop”
“yes sir.” I run my tongue all over his cock, cleaning it thoroughly. I sit back on my heels, Then i realize something.
“Sir…doing that made me EXTREMELY wet…if i ask nicely, can you help me out? Please?” i look up to him with wide pleading eyes. He thinks for a moment.

“Hmm. Maybe you can seduce me into helping you out. Let me see what you can do!” I thought for a moment. A strip tease should do the trick. So i stand up, take his hand and lead him to my bed room.

“Here, sit on my bed.” He looks and gives me a curious look. I wink back at him. I start by removing his belt (and put it off the to side in case I misbehave later) Then, I take the combat boots off first. Followed by the leggings. Pulling them down slowly to show off my smooth, long, legs. But I leave the skirt on (even though he and i both know I’m not wearing panties) then I take my shirt off slowly, practically peeling it off my skin. Leaving me there in my bra and skirt. I take my bra off, exposing my tits. Then finally, it’s time for the skirt to come off. I pull the off ever…so…slowly. Until finally, I’m standing there completely naked. Then inegöl escort I walk over to him, straddle his hips, place my hands on his shoulders and look at him with pleading eyes, silently begging for him to make me cum. He looks back at me, lust ablaze in his eyes. He gives a sigh of relent and lays me back on my bed.

I start biting my lip in anticipation. And let out a silent gasp of air as I spread my legs as wide as I can so he can fully see just how wet I am. He hovers over me and whispers against my skin.

“that’s a good girl. Make me even harder” and begins to kiss a trail down my throat, biting along the way. Making his way to my tits, sucking and nibbling each nipple, before continuing down my body, grabbing and kissing my thick thighs, and lightly fingering my wet pussy, teasing me with his demonic smirk.

My toes start curling, I gulp, loudly. I’m so anxious. So ready. Every kiss sends a shiver through my body and my spine. A soft moan of “oh sir…” escapes my lips. Then when he starts to finger my pussy, I stiffen up and start moaning even louder. My eyes roll back in my head as my hips arch off the bed. He’s barely begun and already the pleasure is immense. He smirks smugly and inserts a second finger. He leans down and swipes his tongue over my clit. Then he starts pinching and twisting my nipple with his free hand.

I silently whisper to myself “oh crap…oh crap…” My hips bucking like crazy. The pain and pleasure mix of his fingers and tongue on my pussy and him pinching my nipple crash together and I go crazy. I look at you with wide eyes and whimper “sir…please….I can’t take this….much longer….I need…to cum” trying to make a complete sentence while gasping for air from the pleasure.
He stops for a moment, smiling.
“Do you want to cum? Then you will have to taste your own wetness first!” He steps back and strips off his own clothes then returns to his place. He rubs the head cock against my slit, wetting it, and then bringing it to my mouth. Him rubbing his cock on my pussy causes me to squirm even more. I gulp again. I’m hesitant at first. But I look into his eyes and I know, EXACTLY what he expects of me. So with a sigh of submission, I part my lips and open my mouth to give him access into my mouth. I stick my tongue out and start licking where he rubbed his cock to my pussy, tasting my own juices. And realizing, it’s not as bad as I expected.

“Do you like how you taste?” He leans down close to my face and whispers “Because I love it!”

“Yes sir, I do.”

He then kisses me deeply, our tongues innovia escort dancing together. When he kisses me, I moan into it. As we part for air, I feel a loss. But he slides back down to my cunt and renews is oral assault on my pussy. He spreads my lips with his thumb and index finger. Then i feel him slip his tongue slowly into my pussy and rubs a finger over my clit. I lay my head back and give in to the pleasure running throughout my entire body. ‘Oh yes…yes…oh dear god yes…’ He finds my g-spot, and takes full advantage of it with his tongue. He moans into my pussy, sending vibrations deep into my body, causing me to shudder and teeter on the edge of climax

My whole body begins to shake and shiver and twitch. My hands are grabbing at the sheets. My breathing becomes shallow, more ragged as I’m fast approaching my orgasm. I need to cum. Badly. But I haven’t asked in permission. In between each gasp of breath I manage to get out “sir…c..can I….cum…p…p…please?”

“Hmm. Y’know what? Yes. You can. This time” He says with a dark grin as he sucks my clit into his mouth and nibbles on it. At the same time, he pushes 3 finger deep into your pussy and renews his assault on my g-spot, using his other hand to knead my left tit
I open my mouth fully letting out a gasp. My whole body arches completely off the bed “OH YES!’ I cry as the wave of pleasure hits me and I orgasm into heaven. I cum hard. Soaking his fingers with my juices. My body writhing from pleasure. It takes me several minutes to regain myself. I continue to breathe deeply, having just experienced possibly the best orgasm of my life.
But I stare up into his eyes and at his dark grin. With gasping breaths, I mutter “thank you sir”

“You’re more than welcome” He tells me as he gently caresses my stomach and hips. “My hand is all messy.” He leans down close “What are we gonna do about that?”

I bite my lip then give him a sexy smile and seductively purr in his ear “I’ll take care of that sir” He brings his hand to my lips and starts sucking on each finger, one at a time. Then running my tongue all over the rest of your hand, over the palm, in between each finger. Cleaning it completely. “Better, sir?”

He sticks out his tongue and mumbles around it “You missed a spot!”

“Oh, I did, didn’t I?” I kiss him. Deeply and passionately. My tongue intertwining with yours, tasting myself on his tongue. Mine exploring every corner of his mouth. I moan into the long, lingering kiss. Reveling in the passion and romance. As we pull away for air, I gently bite down on his lip. Then give you my sexiest wink.

He chuckles and gives me a peck on the nose, laying down beside me, and wrapping me in his arms

I give a sigh of content feeling so happy, so warm, and so dirty. Knowing I’ve given him pleasure. And wrapped in your arms, so safe. I fall asleep there, cuddling with him.

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