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A Year Of First Times Ch. 03

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The following Sunday and Wednesday we went out on our normal dates. I was still so embarrassed about having cum Friday night, I found excuses for us to not go parking. By the next Friday, Torrie had started her period and I was ‘safe’ for the next week. Even though I dreaded the next time we would go parking, I wouldn’t change anything about the next Friday. It turned out to be an extraordinary evening for a red-blooded boy like me.

I went to Torrie’ house at 7 PM just as I always did. After going in for a short visit with her Mother, we were off for the evening. This was one of those evening when we drove straight to our favorite parking place. It wasn’t even dark and there we were parked in the woods where we wouldn’t be disturbed.

We both knew why we were there so without saying a word, Torrie took her shoes off, moved over onto the console that separated the bucket seats, leaned her seat forward and slipped into the backseat. After moving the passenger seat all the way forward, I took off my shoes, got out and moved my seat forward before getting in the back with her. Very soon we were enjoying kissing, hugging and touching each other. Our passion quickly increased. Our clothes began coming off almost as quickly.

First, I took Torrie’ light summer dress off and tossed it in the front seat. This revealed her beautiful body, covered only by her white panties and bra. We continued kissing as I began to fumble with the hooks of her bra and she unbuttoned my shirt. I was still struggling with the bra hooks as she unfastened şişli escort the waist of my pants. Slowly she pulled the zipper down allowing my erection to bulge forward. Breaking our kiss, Torrie sat back. First she allowed her bra straps to fall off her shoulders before reaching behind her to unfasten her bra which ended up in the front with her dress.

“Is that better?” she asked with a knowing smile.

“Yes.” was all I could manage to say as I sucked her right nipple into my mouth and began rolling the left one between my thumb and forefinger.

“Quit! Be patient for a minute while I help you take your shirt and pants off.” Torie said as she pushed my mouth away and playfully slapped my hand.

This was not unusual because most nights she would help me take my shirt and pants off. I sat up from the seat so she could get my shirt off and put it in the front with her dress and bra.

“Now your pants!” Torrie seemed to demand. I raised up off the seat so she could pull my pants off. I really wasn’t ready for what she did next because not only did she pull my pants off, she pulled my briefs off at the same time and tossed both of them in the front with the rest of our clothes. Suddenly, I was sitting there with my hard dick pointing at the roof of my car. I was very embarrassed as I sat there naked. Sure I had been naked with her one other time but this was the first time when it was light.

“That was certainly a surprise.” I managed to say. Torrie didn’t say a word as she turned on the seat and put one escort taksim leg on either side of my outstretched legs. With her straddling my lap, we began kissing deeply. The touch of my dick against the thin material that covered her pussy was almost more that I could stand. She pressed closer and closer until she had my dick pressed against my stomach. Apparently enjoying the feeling, Torrie started rubbing up and down the length of my dick with her pussy. We continued kissing for a long time before I realized I was about to cum. In an effort to keep from embarrassing myself again, I quit kissing here long enough to whisper in her ear, “Let me take your panties off.”

Torrie didn’t say a word as she moved off my lap. She still wouldn’t allow me to take her panties off. Instead, she slowly took them off herself. They immediately went in the front seat with our other clothes before she moved back to straddle my legs. I was now having ‘an extraordinary Friday evening.’ We were both completely naked. I could see her soft pubic hair and the outline of her spread pussy lips for the very first time. When our bodies pressed close again, I almost shot off at the touch of her wetness against my dick. The feeling was sensational as the swollen head of my dick moved between the smooth slick lips of her pussy.

I’m not sure why I didn’t try to slip my dick into her wet opening. Instead of trying to fuck Torrie, I began slowly kissing my way down her body. I kissed her neck and shoulders. I sucked on her nipples and teased them with kartal escort my tongue and teeth. Kissing across her stomach, I quickly came to her belly button which I gave a tongue bath and a slow tongue fucking. Kissing farther down I was soon looking straight at her pubic hair. Through her hair I could see the wetness on the pink folds of her pussy lips. The smell was intoxicating as I traced little designs in her soft hair with my tongue. Finally, I couldn’t stand it any longer. I thrust my tongue between her lips. Now I had tasted her pussy juices on my fingers in the past but this was much better. Moving my head farther between her legs I licked up and down her lips until I found the opening to her pussy. I wasn’t able to resist the temptation to stick my tongue deep into her. Torie held my head close to her pussy as I began tongue fucking her. The more I fucked, the wetter she became. As her juices soaked my face, she reached behind her back, took my dick in her hand and began to jack me off. She stroked slowly at first but the longer I tongue fucked her pussy the quicker her strokes became.

I don’t know about Torrie but for me it quickly became too late to stop. It wasn’t long before I shot cum all over her hand and myself. Only this time I wasn’t embarrassed. Not long after that Torrie pushed my mouth away from her pussy and slowly moved off of my face. Turning around on the seat, she lay her head on my side and returned to rubbing my dick and balls.

We lay there resting for a time before dressing in silence. We didn’t talk as I drove her home but I think she and I both knew we had crossed another one of those lines you can never turn back from. After walking Torrie to the door and kissing her goodnight, I went home and fell asleep very easily.

To be continued…

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Becoming His Slut Ch. 03

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Author’s notes: This is a work of fiction regarding consenting adults, group sex, sexual enslavement and other erotic things along those lines. If you do not like those topics please move along.

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Friday evening, I left work and headed to see Jimmy. I’d picked a peach and white with ruffle, shelf bra bustier and matching G-string to wear to work under my dress. I’d come to realize there were a couple perks to dressing as I did at work. While my dress was perfectly work appropriate, it was obvious that I was without a bra just about every day. Once call to the IT department, who sent a tech to my cubicle, and in a matter of a week I had the best running machine in the building! Just to be sure, each day at least one of them would come and check in on me. The cook in the lunch room and cashier also gave me preferential treatment as well. There were a couple women at work who gave me looks of disdain, but that was their issue. When I was asked how I could wear such high heels every day, I simply replied that I was short and needed the extra height. I’d also finally managed to figure out how to work while being constantly aroused or horny. Arriving at the parking lot around the corner from his apartment I slid out of my car, feeling a slight breeze against my inner thighs, reminding me just how wet I was already. Unlike the past weekend I didn’t bother bringing a bag, I knew the likelihood of my remembering to bring it was incredibly low. I made my way to his apartment building and up the stairs, feeling my excitement level growing with each step. Knocking on the door I tentatively began unbuttoning my top. The last time I’d had my top off before the door opened, I was surprised with Sabrina!

“Well hello!” Steve said with the biggest of smiles. “I’m just heading out.”

“I’m sure I’ll see you later,” I tried feeling a bit awkward with Steve now, “but I’m sure you’ll see a lot of me this weekend!”

“I’m planning on both!” Steve replied as he leaned in to give me a big bear hug.

One of Steve’s arms coiled around my lower back while his other hand eased over my ass. He gently cupped and squeezed my butt, giving me a kiss on the cheek, before letting me go. I watched anxiously as he descended the stairs leading out of the building. Prior to a couple days ago Steve was just my lover’s roommate who occasionally saw more of me than you’d expect. Then he ended up in the bathroom of the gas station Jimmy told me to meet him in, and had his cock in my mouth. It was a complex dynamic in my mind. Was he a friend? A friend with benefits to go with my original friend with benefits? A guy who’s cock I would occasionally suck? I didn’t know. As I walked into the apartment, I began to care less about the semantics of who was what to whom. Shedding my blouse, which I hung on a coat hook near the door, I began to unzip my skirt while I kept moving into the apartment.

“Jimmy?” I called out.

“I’m in the bedroom!” He replied.

Stepping out of my skirt, I walked into the bedroom to find him laying out what looked like an outfit for me to put on. He turned, seeing me in my open bust bustier and stopped what he was doing. His eyes turned ravenous as he turned and approached me. I was overcome with a combination of fear and desire as he neared.

“You look fuckable!” He said swarming me with his arms.

His hands grabbed my ass cheeks tightly, lifting my body by them, he moved me back pinning me against the wall. His body weight pressed me into the wall, keeping me several inches off the floor, as his mouth assaulted mine. His hands lifted my legs, lifting them until they crossed behind his back, I locked my ankles behind his back squeezing him tightly with my thighs. Throwing my arms around his neck, his hands were now free to roam my body, while his bulging jeans pressed against my pussy.

“I’ve been thinking of little more than fucking you all day!” He hoarsely grunted in my ear. “And from the heat I’m feeling from your pussy, I bet you’ve been thinking of little else than being fucked by me!”

“True!” I replied clenching him with my legs while trying to will his massive cock out of his jeans with my mind.

“You’ve got three seconds to get that G-string off or out of my way,” he said as he started to put me down giving me just enough time to unhook my ankles and get my feet under me, “or I’m tearing it off you!”

I didn’t waste time; this was one of the few articles I had that offered me any kind of coverage and I couldn’t afford to lose them. Jimmy was already undoing his jeans, revealing his already hard angry monster of a cock! Licking my lips, I started to squat as I pushed my G-string past my knees to take him into my mouth.

“Nope!” He said grabbing my upper arms pulling me back up. “I want that hot pussy of yours!” Jimmy quickly spun me around, somehow managing not to let me fall, then grabbed me in his arms. One hand went to my right breast while the other went between my thighs ankara escort roughly rubbing my wet pussy lips. “That’s a good slut,” he hissed in my ear, “sopping wet and ready for me already!” I could only moan at his touch and words.

His hands guided me into position, pulling me back from the wall a bit, then leaning me forward until I had to put my forearms on the wall to support myself. I was at almost a 90 degree angle as he started guiding his fat cock inside me.

“Ohhhh geeezusss!” I groaned as he entered me.

It didn’t take long before his cock was fully buried inside me. My entire world disappeared, it was his cock and only his cock I cared about. Then he stared fucking me!

“That’s my slut!” He said tightly gripping my hips pulling me into him as he violently thrust into me. “Take it all!”

“Oh, FUCK ME!” I cried out. “FUCK I’m CUMMING!”

He kept relentlessly pounding me like a jackhammer right through my orgasm. I should be used to it by now, but it wasn’t the case, we didn’t stop fucking until Jimmy was done fucking! He was fucking me right out of my heels. My right hand moved to my chest, still bracing myself with my left, I tugged and rolled my nipples until he erupted inside me!

“Ohh Baby! YES!” I screamed. “FUCK YES!”

I could feel him milking his cock into me and knew what was coming next. Pulling out he turned me around to face him, then pushed me to my knees. His cock, which he shoved into my mouth, was slowly softening and covered in our combined wetness. The first time he’d done this it was a shock, now I looked forward to it. My right hand tried to hold back the cum dripping from my pussy as I sucked what was left on his shaft, feeling it running down the corners of my mouth.

“Greedy little slut!” Jimmy teased pulling his shaft out of my mouth. “I left a present for you in the bathroom,” she said moving back to the bed to adjust the clothing he was picking out for that night, “come back naked with your hair done up.”

I nodded and complied. In the bathroom I found an enema kit. I’d never used one before so, as I sat on the toilet, I read the instructions twice. It seemed simple enough, but it was easy to tell that things could get messy. Roughly twenty minutes later I excited the bathroom, naked as requested, with a clean ass and great hair. Jimmy met me at the kitchen table, handing me a black leather corset to put on. Stepping into the corset, I pulled it up, slipping my arms through the straps which were set to the outside of the small cups. Jimmy wasted no time tightening the corset around my torso. With it in place Jimmy handed me a relatively boring pair of socks, which would soon be hidden by the thigh high boots I would have on.

“Those boots look good on you!” He said slowly looking me up and down.

“Thank you.” I replied taking a look at the 5 or more-inch heel boots I was teetering in. “Do I get to put on more?”

“Yeah you do,” He smirked, “but go do your make up first.”

I complied again, putting on my make up a bit heavy with a deep red lip gloss. The corset looked amazing, although my boobs were practically spilling out of them, but at least they were covered unlike most days. Making my way back to the kitchen, I could tell by the look on his face that Jimmy was pleased with my make-up and hair.

“Lay over the kitchen table,” he said with a greedy look in his eyes, “I don’t want to mess up your face!”

Moving to the table, I bent forward at my hips, laying my chest on the table leaving my ass high in the air. I spread my legs slightly, adjusting for the height of the boots, while feeling incredibly vulnerable. Jimmy was doing something behind me, I was hoping he was taking off the shorts he’d been wearing so he could fuck me again.

“Relax and breathe.” He said softly rubbing something through my pussy. “Just like Sabrina taught you the other night.”

Taking a deep breath, I felt a bit of pressure against my asshole. As whatever it was entered my body, felt like a candle like my mom had on her dinner table during holidays, I exhaled slowly while focusing on relaxing. Jimmy stopped, letting it sit in my anal canal like a thin invader. Then something happened.

“What the hell?” I started to move but Jimmy’s hand on my back held me in place. “What the fuck is going on?”

The thing that had been in my ass, for lack of a better word, had just melted. I could feel it oozing down my butt as well as inside me. The feeling of whatever it was oozing out of my ass was kind of horrifying. I had no control over what was going on, I was simply leaking from an area you don’t want to leak from! Jimmy took something, something big, and began rubbing it through whatever was now leaking from my ass.

“It’s a lube concoction slut,” he said softly, “it’s silicone based with a bit of a pain killer and muscle relaxer as well.” He pressed the thin tip of a butt plug against my loosening hole. “It will make this ankara eskort easier,” he said pressing it inside me slowly, “but you’ll need to breathe still.”

Jimmy pushed what felt like a very large buttplug inside me, then let it back out, before pushing it deeper inside.

“JESUS!” I groaned, “How big is that fucking thing?”

“It’s a little large.” Jimmy replied, I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Just keep breathing deep.” He instructed.

“OH God Baby!” I moaned as he fed more of it into me. The bulb was massive! I was so thankful the lube he used had some kind of numbing cream or I’d be screaming. “Soooooo fuckingggg biggggg!”

The bulb finally made its way through my stretched canal, my stretched muscles clamped around the fat invader pulling it into me. The stem, which was still in my anal canal, was fat too. Not to be gross but I felt like I was mid poop! Thankfully, Jimmy told me not to move. He left me there to adjust to the fat invader, returning with a couple wipes to clean up the left over lube. With my butt full and cleaned up, he returned, taking me by one hand to help me stand. It took a bit to adjust, I honestly felt like I had a cock in my ass! Jimmy helped me into a belted black leather mini-skirt that sat low on my hips and still barely covered my ass! I’d have been worried about it but I could barely focus on anything but the plug filling me. He added a semi-sheer white blouse, which he tied around my waist leaving it unbuttoned. Finally, he folded the upper half of each cup inside leaving the upper half of my nipples exposed. The semi-sheer top would do little to hide them from prying eyes, again, the plug had me completely distracted! Jimmy pronounced me ready then led me to the door.

“Ohhhh fuckkkk!” I growled in a low voice as a new challenge had started, walking with a massive plug shifting inside me. “I hope we aren’t going too far,” I said squeezing my legs tightly, “or I’m going to cum!”

“Not far slut,” he replied somewhat reassuringly, “just to the truck then to the bar where Steve’s band is playing.” I shuddered at his words wondering how I could go out with this massive plug in my ass. “Come on,” he coaxed as he pulled me with his hand, “you can do it!”

Making it out to the hallway I could feel my pussy tingle for attention. The stairs didn’t help, as with each step down the plug seemed to push against the inside of my anal canal. It wasn’t like it was going to fall out, but it was like being fucked from the inside! Because of the commercial areas downstairs the stairs to the apartments were longer than usual. I was almost a third of the way down the steps when the door opened from the street and two guys started to come toward us. The first elbowed the other guy then pointed upward. They were both looking up my very short skirt directly at my pussy! I had no way to cover myself, and with the plug consuming my brain and driving my libido, I really didn’t care that they were looking at me.

“Nice skirt!” One of them said as they walked past.

I wanted to respond but was almost sure my response would be little more than a guttural moan. Once outside things got a little easier, although I felt completely exposed as the early night air, as it seemed to touch my pussy, ass and tits the most. Jimmy put a towel on the seat for me to sit on, then helped me into his truck. I let out a yelp as he started it, the engine sending vibrations through the plug directly into my soul! Laughing, Jimmy revved the engine a couple times before pulling out of the parking space. In a matter of seconds my legs were spread as wide as they could go while I furiously rubbed my clit with my right hand while tugging my nipples free of the corset cups with my left. Thankfully the drive was relatively short, but long enough to allow me to orgasm just as we were pulling into the parking lot.

“How long do I get to keep this inside me?” I panted while trying to compose myself.

“Until I decide to take it out,” Jimmy replied casually, “and by the time I decide to take it out, you’re going to beg for me to put something else up there!” I shuddered, plus had an aftershock, at the thought. “Time to go inside.” Jimmy said climbing out of the driver’s seat.

Helping me out of his truck, we walked across the street to the bar. I felt as if a spot light were on me, and that everyone was watching me cross the street! My pussy fluttered as we entered the bar, Steve’s band was already playing and the vibrations of the music were making the plug vibrate inside me even worse than the truck ride! Jimmy pulled up a stool at the bar, directing me to the one next to him. Because of the build of the bar, and my desire to sit somewhat lady-like, I had to sit a bit sideways in order to cross my legs. Jimmy ordered me a drink, which I took a couple long sips of before trying to settle in. A couple guys came up and exchanged pleasantries with Jimmy, two of which too long glances up my short skirt çankaya eskort or let their eyes linger on my chest. The attention, as well as the vibrations assault on the butt plug and my innards, made paying attention to much of anything close to impossible. Halfway through my pretty strong drink someone was taking my left hand.

“Huh?” I said finally snapping out of my trance.

“He’s taking you to the dance floor,” Jimmy said reaching behind me giving my ass a squeeze, “have fun!”

The closer we got to the speakers the words the plug’s vibrations resonated through my body. I wasn’t sure that is was possible to get hornier, but apparently it was. My nameless dance partner was tall, handsome, and dripping with confidence. His hands started out just above my hips, the dance floor was pretty crowded, which gave him excuse to pull me closer. Before the midpoint of the song I was grinding into him while his hands held my ass tight. The song went right into another, which had him turning me around so he could grind his crotch into my ass. His hard cock seemed to push partly against the plug, while his hands held me amazingly tightly. I struggled to make out the words he was saying in my ear as I pushed my ass into him as hard as I could. The words I could make out would have made a normal woman blush or be offended. He wanted to fuck me, it was oddly thrilling to be wanted like that. I doubted I could take him inside me with the plug filling my ass, but there was more than one way to empty a cock! It shocked me how I was thinking, I was considering sucking off a random guy! Then again, I had never felt this horny before! I decided I needed a break before the next song began, leading my dance partner off the floor I returned to a smiling Jimmy.

“You look like you’re having a hot flash,” Jimmy said holding back a laugh, “or are you just hot and bothered?”‘

“I’m beyond hot and bothered!” I replied taking a gulp of my drink. “If I’d let him,” I said taking another gulp, “he’d have fucked me right on the dance floor!”

“Oh I am sure he would have,” Jimmy’s face was full of confidence, as if this was the direction he wanted me to go in and I was following willingly, “but there’s a side door to a nice outdoor area that may be a bit more private. His hand went under my short skirt, pressing right against my pussy as he continued. “Keep in mind,” he leaned in close as he spoke, “no one gets this unless I say they get this!” I could only nod in response.

He’d just claimed ownership of my pussy and I’d gladly accepted! Jimmy pulled his hand from under my skirt, holding it up for me to lick clean. I didn’t give it a second thought, holding his wrist in my hand I slowly licked his fingers not caring who was watching! The guy I’d been dancing with returned asking me if I was ready for more.

“Have fun!” Jimmy said taking his hand from me.

Quickly finishing my drink we returned to the packed dance floor where he went right back to grinding his hard cock into my ass. I pressed my ass into him, grinding up and down on his shaft feeling him react to my actions. Managing to turn around, I pulled myself to him with one hand while quickly pushing my other between us so I could cup and squeeze his hard cock. Staring him straight in the eye I massaged his cock on the dancefloor while he groped my ass with one hand while holding me tight with the other. Finally, I’d had enough. I needed relief! Between feeling his rock hard cock and the speakers reeking havoc on the seemingly growing plug in my ass I was about to explode! Grabbing his arm, then taking his wrist I led him toward the side door. Steve gave me a wink and a smile as I passed where he was playing guitar on the stage. The air outside felt 50 degrees cooler than the air in the bar, making me realize that my thighs were soaked into my boots! My dance partner descended on me like a ravenous shark. One hand went to my pussy, the other to my chest while his mouth engulfed mine. Pinning me against the wall barely a foot from the door I quickly found myself grinding into his thumb and hand which were pressed against my clit.

“You’re so fucking wet!” He grunted as our kiss broke.

I didn’t say a word, instead I pushed his head to my chest, pulling my top open with my other hand. He didn’t get to speak again until after I came as I held his head in place. Managing to slip my free hand between us again I massaged and squeezed his cock through his jeans as I rode his hand to bliss. My orgasm didn’t take long, I was soon groaning as I coated his hand.

“You are one horny bitch!” He exclaimed as I pulled his hand from my crotch to my mouth.

“That’s horny slut,” I said giving his thumb a long lick and suckle, “now undo your jeans so I can return the favor!”

Releasing his hand, I plunged my tongue into his mouth as he fumbled with his belt. Hearing his zipper getting yanked downward I knew he was ready enough. I quickly moved downward, until I was squatting in front of him with my back to the brick wall, taking his throbbing cock in my hands. He wasn’t as big as Jimmy, or even Steve, but he was surely cum filled and I wanted it! With one hand between my legs, working me to another orgasm, I began to lavish his cock with my tongue.

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We live in a nice suburb in sunny Barcelona. Apart from the neighboring houses which are mostly shielded by trees, our house is pretty secluded, and only accessible trough our rather noisy gate in the driveway.

I live with my girlfriend, Valerie, and we have a great sexual relationship. The thing is, that I have a much stronger exhibitionist urge than she does, although she’ll quickly take me up on a challenge, although it’s more to please me, than to satisfy any exhibitionist urge she may have. For example, flashing her breasts at other motorists while we’re driving. However, I do get off on the possibility of being seen naked. Of having other people’s eyes stroking my naked body and seeing my dick, when I “don’t know” they’re watching. I often suntan in the nude in our back garden, but that’s generally about as exciting as it gets.

However, one Saturday morning, an opportunity presented itself, that had my mind working overtime. I was in the bedroom, rearranging my cupboards, when Valerie’s mobile rang in the dining room. It was her mom, Karen, on the line, wanting to return some dishes we’d left at her place when we went over for dinner a few nights ago. I heard Valerie mention to her that she’d be popping in to the office a bit later, but she was welcome to just drop them off at our place whenever she was ready. Valerie’s mom had a remote for the gate, because she was around so often. Not that I mind. Although Karen wasn’t a ‘bombshell’, she exuded a strong air of sexiness and confidence. She had large breasts, and fantastic legs, with nice shapely hips and thighs, and at 48, she was very open minded and adventurous, judging from some past conversations we’ve had around the dinner table. Her open mindedness is precisely what got me thinking of my plan.

Although I would NEVER try anything with her, I knew that she was the type of person that would never be offended if she were to ‘accidentally’ see someone naked. In fact, she would probably send encouragement, blowing wolf whistles etc. She always carries herself very elegantly, but I knew she was very naughty, and I was going to test my theory, and get a bit of a thrill at the same time.

Valerie went off to work, saying she’d be back in a few hours. She did not mention ankara escort to me that her mom would be coming round to drop the dishes off. This was perfect. All the better for me to ‘accidentally be caught’. I went to our back garden and lay down on a towel, on the grass, just a yard or so from the french doors. I positioned myself so that I could see Karen’s reflection in the bedroom TV, once she was at the bedroom door, (if she indeed came this way). But I faced away from the french doors, so that I wouldn’t be able to “see” her should she walk through to the back garden. All was set, and all I could do was wait. My mind was racing. Should I back out of the idea? No, I would go for it. About half an hour passed, when I heard the driveway gate open, and close, just enough to let a person walk through. I knew it was her.

I was now completely naked, lying on my back. My penis was already starting to throb slightly, as I was thinking about what could happen. I was starting to have second thoughts. Would she be pissed off? Would I be hopelessly embarrassed? What was the worst thing that could happen? Just then, I heard her walk in the front door. I had the radio on at a medium volume, so I could deny hearing her, when she called “Hello?” I heard her put the dishes on the kitchen counter. Then I heard her heels walking from the kitchen to the dining area, near the back garden. I could see her reflection in the TV screen as she came towards the bedroom. Her footsteps were getting louder and clearer, “Hello?”

Oh shit, this was it! I couldn’t suddenly get up now, or it would look suspicious. My heart was pounding! She was in the bedroom! I heard her footsteps come towards the french doors, where I was lying just outside, and then she stopped suddenly. Through my sunglasses, I could see her reflection in the TV. She was standing at the french doors, but slightly behind the curtain…hiding! My heart was now pounding profusely. My “mother in law” was looking at me, lying here totally naked, and I wasn’t doing anything to stop the transaction! I got a lumpy feeling in my throat as I was getting very aroused. My penis was already rock hard before she was even in the lounge. The thought of Karen seeing me lying here naked, ankara eskort was a huge turn on. I had the fantasy run through my mind many times. It was totally taboo, and anyway you look at it, a bit twisted, but I thought hey, you only live once. Now she really WAS standing here looking at me, completely exposed, and I was so fucking horny. I just wanted to take my dick in hand and start jerking off, but that would really be pushing it a too far. (Pun intended)

I was trying to imagine what she was thinking. Wondering what she was saying to herself as she looked at me, as her eyes wandered over my exposed, naked body. What was she thinking as she looked at my long, uncovered, erect penis, as I lay there, sunbathing in the bright sunshine? Was she shocked? Was she offended? Or was she thinking, “So this is what he looks like. So this is the hard, erect penis, that thrusts into my daughter’s innocent vagina, that gives my daughter multiple orgasms? So this is the, rather long, penis that my daughter has most likely taken into her mouth, sucking the aching head and tasting the savory pre-cum, before shifting position and straddling over it, and guiding it between her soft, moist, hot lips, feeling the head stretch her lips open, and slide up inside her vagina?” I wonder if she was fantasizing about me. Seeing me innocently lying there naked, was she starting to think about what it would be like if it was her?

In the reflection, I could see her rhythmically squeezing her breast. I could see her rubbing and tweaking her nipple through the fabric of her blouse, as her other hand kneaded her ample breast in rhythmic circles. Yes indeed, this confirmed it. She was thinking about walking outside into this garden, and standing over me, before dropping and stepping out of her panties, lifting her dress above her head, and straddling over me. She imagined herself slowly dropping to her knees, and taking my sun-heated penis in her hand, guiding it between her wet, steaming lips, where she would feel the pulsing head, nudging her entrance. She imagined rubbing the head back and forth between her labia lips, spreading her wanton juices over my cock while nudging her clit, before guiding it back to her vaginal opening, and dropping çankaya eskort herself slowly onto this big, thick veiny dick. Feeling herself being stretched wide open. Feeling the hot head burrow itself up inside her, feeling the hot, well-girthed shaft slide against her vaginal walls.

Feeling the head press against her cervix, as she forces more of the seemingly never-ending length of cock, deeper and deeper inside her. She wants to completely consume my penis with her silky, mature pussy. She feels like this dick is so deep inside her, she can feel it in her throat. Her thighs begin to feel the burn, as she rhythmically lifts herself up, and drops herself down onto the unyielding length of cock, again, and again, and again…..She can feel the tension in her body building, as she impales herself repeatedly on my penis, rising up slightly, and dropping herself, again and again, feeling so full, feeling the electricity coursing through her clit, through her thighs, through her body, to her fingertips, as they dig into her pale breasts, clenching her voluminous mounds, feeling her nipples burn and jolt, feeling her hips shifting back and forth, faster, and faster, and faster, grinding herself onto my merciless cock, invading her sacred, forbidden space, letting it force itself into her, ripping her up from the inside, opening the floodgates of lust, grinding herself to bliss, grinding herself to climax! “Oooohhh yesssssss!!!!! Oooohhhhhh, fuck yessssss unghhhhhhhhhh” she seethes through exposed, clenched teeth! “yessssssssmmmhhhaaaaaaaa.”

I was now throbbing like a steam train, and I needed to have some release or I would lose my mind just lying here on the grass. Just knowing that her eyes were exploring my naked body, and what she may be thinking about doing to it, was making me short of breath. I was actually letting this happen, and it felt so warped and twisted and erotically good.

I was starting to think of defensive lines to use if she confronted me. How was I to know she was standing there? There’s no way I could see or hear her from where I was laying. She was the one who should be embarrassed for sneaking up on me, not letting me know she was there. My mind went on and on.

Reality was snapped back to life by the sound of the gate opening again. It must have been Valerie having forgotten something. Karen disappeared from the bedroom. I quickly wrapped the towel around my waist as I heard Karen say to Valerie, “Hello darling, I just got here myself…”

I need a cigarette.

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Chapter 13: Jackie to the rescue

The next day I tried to find Safia but there was no answer when I knocked on her door and she did not respond to my calls and texts. A girl in her corridor said she thought she had gone home for a few days. I was miserable and didn’t know what to do. I hated to think that Safia thought badly of me and I dreaded the thought that this might be the end of our relationship. That evening I moped around the house and continued to do so for the rest of the week. I skulked in my room trying to do some work but not succeeding. I continued to text Safia with no response.

One evening a few days later Jackie knocked on my door.

“Do you fancy sharing a bottle of wine,” she asked.

“Not really I am a bit tired,” I replied.

“It’s only seven o’clock,” Jackie responded, “and you have hardly been out for days. Come and tell me what’s going on.”

Eventually I was persuaded to join her on the living room couch where she thrust a large glass of red plonk into my hand. Initially I was too ashamed to confess what was upsetting me but Jackie skilfully wheedled the full story out of me.

“So she just kicked you out? But why?” Jackie asked after I had told most of my sorry tale.

“She said I had raped her,” I finally admitted.

“You raped her!” Jackie was aghast. “That doesn’t sound like you David.”

“Well I didn’t exactly rape her, I just didn’t stop when she wanted me to.”

“Go on tell me how it went.”

“Well she said she had a present for me and then she made it clear that she was going to do something well…. sexual for me as a sort of present,” I explained.

“What sort of thing?” Jackie asked.

“Well she actually suggested that we have anal sex. You know she’s a Muslim and wants to preserve her virginity and all that but she said you know…. That I could fuck her like that.” I went on.

“So what kind of lubricant did you use?”

“Lubricant?”

“Yes surely you used something to make it a bit easier for the poor girl.” Jackie said incredulously.

“Well I sort of used a bit of saliva and then just pushed it in,” I confessed.

“And then I suppose you just thrust away into the poor girl?” Jackie suggested.

“Well yes, I thought that was what she wanted and well…. I hadn’t had it for weeks. I suppose I was a bit desperate. Oh God Jackie, have I been a complete idiot?” I asked.

“Well basically yes,” Jackie responded. “You broke the first three rules of anal sex.”

“What are those?”

“Well first make sure the lady is completely ready, second use lots and lots of lubricant and then some more and third go real slowly to start with.”

“Oh Christ, I didn’t do any of those,” I replied. “No wonder she freaked out. But hey when I went to that party with you, you know I went to the anal room and did it with Lady Melksham.”

“Yes”

“Well it was fine then, I mean I just slipped into her and didn’t use any lube,” I went on.

“But David remember Lady Melksham is an old hand not a nervous young virgin like Safia and she had probably been buggered several times that night so her arse would have been well and truly stretched and lubricated. No wonder you just slipped into her,” Jackie explained.

“Oh God,” I groaned, “I never thought of that. I have really fucked up haven’t I?”

“Well maybe not,” Jackie said reassuringly, “you might still win her back. Even if you don’t I think you should learn how to do anal with a lady properly.”

“Well there’s not much chance of that at the moment,” I replied miserably.

“Not necessarily,” Jackie said. “After all I could teach you.”

“What you mean you would… you know, let me?” I said in amazement.

“Well why not, what are landladies for?” she replied.

“Well I don’t know many that would let you do that to them,” I said, cheering up for the first time in days.

Somewhat later that evening Jackie and I had started on the second bottle of red and my lesson was in full flow. Jackie was naked, bent over the seat of the sofa resting her elbows on the cushions. I had just finished licking her pussy until her juices were flowing strongly. My weeks of practice in that department with Safia seemed to have paid off and she complimented me on my muff diving skills. Now Jackie had insisted that I use my tongue on her nether hole. I was a little hesitant, a woman’s arse seemed a little dirty to dip one’s tongue into.

I paused looking down at the two plump globes of Jackie’s arse, I gently separated the twin hillocks and there peeking up at me I saw her delicious rosebud close up for the first time. My cock stiffened perceptibly. I wanted to fuck that tight little starburst so badly. Gently I leant forward and tentatively licked around the tight entrance. Jackie murmured encouragement and I licked more cautiously, circling the wrinkled sphincter. I experimentally pushed my tongue inward a little and found I made little headway. I licked around the entrance some more and I could feel Jackie eskişehir escort relaxing. Experimentally I brought one hand forward and caressed her pussy. Again she murmured her appreciation and I brushed her clit, continuing to rim her anus with my tongue. I tried once more to push the tip of my tongue inward and this time just managed to probe inside a little. The taste was fine and I pushed a little further gently tongue fucking the tight entrance.

“Oh David, you have no idea how good that feels,” Jackie murmured. “Please don’t stop.”

I had no intention of doing so and continued to rim her arse while gently fondling her clit and occasionally pushing a couple of fingers deep inside her sopping pussy.

“Now David how about some lube in there to really open things up,” Jackie suggested.

I reached for the bottle of lube which Jackie had left on the coffee table. I wasn’t too sure how much to use or how to apply it but I squeezed a little onto my finger and circled her tight rosebud.

“That’s it,” said Jackie encouragingly “push it in and spread it inside.”

I gently pushed by index finger against her tight hole and slowly eased it inward. Certainly the lube made things easier and once past the initial resistance I was able to slide my pinky around in her back passage easily. I decided to take Jackie at her word about using more lube than you thought necessary and put another generous amount on my finger. It slid in even easier this time and I gently eased it to and for ensuring her whole passage was well coated. I tried experimenting with two fingers and plenty more lube. It was harder to stretch Jackie’s anus to accommodate them but with some gently probing I slowly worked both digits into her rectum. I could feel her sphincter relaxing and stretching. This is what I should have done with Safia. No wonder she had freaked out. After a few minutes of gently thrusting and probing Jackie announced that she was ready.

“David I think I am ready, are you going to put your cock in my arse,”

“Of course if you are ready,” I responded.

I began to generously coat my now throbbing cock with lube. I could not wait to feel Jackie’s plump bottom tightly gripping my pole but I didn’t want to hurry things along too much and spoil everything again. I positioned the purple mushroom of my cockhead against her brown hole and paused.

“Nice and slow now,” urged Jackie. “Just press firmly but not too hard until you feel things giving way and then slowly push in but not all the way at once.”

I pressed inward a little with no effect. I thrust a little more firmly and just managed to get the tip of my cock into her entrance. I began to infitessimally ease my cock forward pausing each time I pressed forward another half inch. The pleasure was exquisite as I felt the tightness of her sphincter slowly engulfing my prick.

“Is that alright, I am not going too fast,” I asked.

“No that’s delicious,” Jackie responded. “Just keep going real slow like you are now.”

Bit by bit my cock sank deeper and deeper into her rectum. I paused and looked down. The view was delectable. The twin peaches of Jackie’s rounded posterior framed the vision of the tightly stretched circle of her anus the centre, which was tightly stuffed with my swollen pole. I desperately wanted to fuck her senseless but knew I had to restrain myself. I continued to thrust forward until finally my prick was buried to the hilt in her luscious arse. I paused enjoying the delicious sensations of the base of my cock being tightly gripped by her sphincter and her soft buttocks caressing my hips.

“Now you can start thrusting but very slowly to start off with,” instructed Jackie. “And if I say stop you stop immediately.”

I murmured my agreement and began to tentatively make tiny movements in her arse. The sensation was exquisite and quite unlike fucking a vagina. For a start her arsehole was far tighter than a pussy but also the pressure was all around the base of my prick whereas it seemed the main stimulation in a pussy was around the cockhead. I immediately decided that I adored anal sex and wondered if I would ever again persuade Safia to allow me to do it with her. This thought soon faded as I became lost in the delight of fucking Jackie’s plump arse. After a few minutes of cautious and gentle movement she encouraged me to go a little faster and I began to thrust in and out rather more deeply.

“Oh Jackie, I can’t tell you how amazing this feels. Are you sure it is OK for you?” I asked.

“It’s always a little painful at first but not much as you were so gentle and now I am really getting in to it,” Jackie replied. “I could just do with a little attention to my clit do you think you could manage that?”

I reached forward, it wasn’t all that easy to reach Jackie’s clitoris while fucking her from behind but I soon found the swelling little bud and began to gently rub it as a slowly thrust back and forth in her back passage.

“Oh yes that’s the spot, eskişehir escort bayan keep on like that,” urged Jackie.

It felt wonderful not only to enjoy the exquisite pleasure of Jackie’s beautiful bottom but to know that she was enjoying it as much as me. If only I could achieve this with my darling Safia. Soon Jackie’s pussy was leaking copious amounts of juices and I used these to anoint her clit. I could sense she wanted me to rub her harder and began to swiftly massage her as my strokes became ever longer in a firmer in her tight sphincter.

“Oh don’t stop now my arse is on fire but I am so close to coming,” gasped Jackie.

“Do you want some more lube?” I asked.

“No I am so close, just fill me with your big fat cock,” she responded

“Oh your tiny arse feels so tight around my prick,” I added.

“Oh I want to feel your hot spunk squirting up my dirty little hole,” she groaned.

I had never experienced a woman talking dirty like this but I could see she was getting turned on by it and it was getting to me as well.

“Oh yes Jackie, I am going to fill your arse with my sperm, my cock is going to burst,” I added.

“Oh fuck me, fuck me harder. Stretch my little hole so wide,” she cried.

I was now pistoning away in her backside. I was sure it must be painful but Jackie just kept on encouraging me and I sensed she was close to coming as her cries reached a crescendo and then she was simply screaming “yes, yes, yes” over and over and I pumped her anus mercilessly until I felt a tightening sensation in my scrotum and tingling in my balls. Then my prick simply exploded and with a whoosh I had the most almighty ejaculation. I could feel the come spurting from my cock over and over again with each thrust until I had milked my balls dry and my penis dropped from Jackie’s reddened and well fucked hole.

Afterwards we helped one another to clean up with a box of tissues and Jackie brought us a couple of glasses of scotch to celebrate.

“Well I know that you lost your anal virginity with Lady Melksham but I think tonight is the night you really got initiated into anal sex and you passed with flying colours,” said Jackie.

“Do you really mean that?” I asked in surprise.

“Of course, that was a great fuck,” Jackie replied. “Though remember that if you do it with a girl and it’s her first time you may need to be a lot gentler but you did good.

I lay back not only enjoying the afterglow of my second successful anal coitus but also basking in Jackie’s generous praise. It boosted my dented confidence after the fiasco with Safia and I at last felt that I might have a chance if not with her then maybe with some other girl.

Chapter 14: A trip to London

It was about a couple of weeks after my night with Jackie that I decided to take a trip to London one Saturday. I had read in the paper that there was an exhibition of Turner’s work at the National Gallery. He was one of my favourite painters but I had only managed to see a few of his pictures in different galleries which I had visited over the years. Unfortunately none of my university friends seemed the slightest interested in art so I decided to make an expedition on my own. I excitedly boarded the train with my cut price student rail ticket and was soon in London.

The exhibition proved to be every bit as wonderful as I hoped. Some of the paintings such as ‘Rain, Steam and Speed’ of the Great Western Railway and the steam boat in a snow storm seemed to prefigure impressionism while the vast canvas of ‘The Fighting Temeraire’ with its vivid sunset colours blew me away at the end of the exhibition. I was just standing there in awe admiring this wonderful masterpiece when I heard a voice behind me.

“Hello, stranger. Fancy seeing you here!”

I turned around and was surprised to find myself face to face with Sarah who I had encountered at Lord and Lady Melksham’s orgy.

“Sarah, how lovely to see you,” I exclaimed. “I just came to see the Turners. Aren’t they amazing.”

“Oh wow do you love him too?” enthused Sarah. “He has got to be my favourite painter. Isn’t this just the most brilliant picture?”

We spent a few minutes sharing our views on the exhibition and then I suggested we repair to the café for some lunch. Over tea and sandwiches we quickly caught up on one another’s lives since our first encounter. Sarah it seemed was studying history of art at the Courtauld and actually doing her doctorate on Turner. She asked if I would like one last look at the Turners so after lunch she showed me some of her favourite pictures and explained some of the finer points of Turner’s technique. As a fellow fan I found all this fascinating and before we knew it a couple of hours had passed.

Sarah looked slightly less chubby than the last time I had seen her but she still had the same unruly mop of curly reddish blonde hair and the same cheeky smile which I had found so attractive before. She might have lost a few pounds escort eskişehir but she had managed to keep her great curves and as I followed her into the café I couldn’t help noticing how well her bottom filled her tight pair of jeans.

“Hey I am not keeping you?” she suddenly asked. “I mean have you got to go anywhere else or meet anyone?”

“Erm no,” I replied. “I mean I was just going to get the train back home.”

“Oh well, do so if you want to but I was thinking of getting some food and cooking for myself tonight as my flatmates are away. You would be welcome to come and join me,” Sarah suggested.

“I would just need to check what time the last train goes but that sounds great,”I replied.

“Well of course if you need to get back tonight, but if you want to stay over we have loads of room at the flat,” Sarah said with a cheeky grin.

I wasn’t too sure exactly what Sarah was suggesting but even a meal and a bottle of wine with her would be pleasant if that was all that was on offer and given our history I hoped it might be something more.

We took the tube out to the suburb where Sarah had her flat and she led me to a nearby supermarket. She rapidly piled ingredients into her basket then I insisted on buying a couple of bottles of wine. I pulled down a bottle of white burgundy and began looking at the blurb on the label.

“You like white burgundy?” Sarah asked.

“Oh yeah,” I said. “I don’t actually know much about wine but Jackie got me into this.”

“One of my favourites too and should go beautifully with the chicken I am going to cook,” she replied.

Sarah lived in a large flat which she shared with three other girls. When we arrived she quickly made some tea and we settled on the sofa in the shared living room for a chat, catching up on what had happened since our first encounter. Sarah, it seemed, had had a short lived relationship with another postgraduate student but she had recently dumped him and she was single again. She said that she rarely saw Caroline who I had also met at the Melksham’s orgy. She was working abroad much of the time but occasionally went for a drink with Sarah when she was in London. Sarah was keen to know about my love life so I explained that I had embarked on a relationship with a gorgeous Muslim girl who was a fellow student but things had not worked out.

“So was her religion the problem which led to the end of the relationship?” asked Sarah.

“Well not exactly, if anything it was my fault,” I explained.

“Oh God, you didn’t cheat on her,” exclaimed Sarah. “That’s why I dumped my bastard ex.”

“Oh erm no, nothing like that,” I stammerered.

“Oh come on David spill the beans,” urged Sarah.

“Well how can I put it. I wanted to take things a bit faster sexually than she did,” I said.

“Oh so you wanted to fuck her and she wouldn’t let you because she was Muslim and so you dumped her” said Sarah in her direct way.

“Well not exactly,” I replied. “It was actually she who dumped me.”

“Look it’s none of my business if you don’t want to talk about it,” responded Sarah sensing my discomfort.

“No it’s OK, it’s just a little embarrassing,” I explained.

“In what way?” asked Sarah, still obviously eager to know more.

“Well erm she didn’t want to lose her virginity on account of being Muslim and everything but she said she wanted to try anal, you know because she would still technically be a virgin.” I reluctantly revealed.

“So didn’t she like anal sex after all?” replied Sarah, her eyes lighting up with curiosity.

“Well I think I was a bit too rough and she wanted me to stop and I didn’t,” I admitted. “I mean I didn’t intend to hurt her and I am really ashamed and everything.”

I realised how lame this sounded and wondered whether Sarah was going to kick me out in disgust.

“So you really like the idea of anal sex but never managed to do it properly,” Sarah said.

“To tell the truth I have done it a couple of times,” I explained. “At the orgy, after we got separated, I found my way to the anal annexe and Lady Melksham let me fuck her… you know up the bum.”

“Oh wow, I never managed to get down there. That would have been a sight to see you shagging old Lady Melksham up the arse. Did you like it?”

“It was amazing,” I replied. “The trouble was I just assumed that I could do it the same with any woman. When Safia suggested it I never thought that with her being a virgin and all I might have to approach things….. well a bit differently.”

“So you didn’t really rape her you just went in a bit too forcefully,”said Sarah.

“I suppose so,” I replied. “But I still feel bad that I upset her.”

“You said that you had had anal a couple of times when was the other time?” asked Sarah still curious.

“Oh that was with Jackie,” I explained.

“What Jackie your landlady who brought you to the Melkshams?” Sarah asked.

“Yes of course,” I said.

“What, was this before or after you had tried to fuck your Muslim girl?” Sarah queried.

“Oh after,” I explained. “When Jackie found out what had happened with Safia she said I ought to learn how to do anal properly and gave me a lesson.”

“My god she sounds like the perfect landlady, taking you to orgies and giving you lessons in anal sex!”

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The weekend was finally here, and I just wanted to drink, watch TV, jerk off, and sleep. Unfortunately for me, my roommate had other plans. The sun hadn’t set, yet he still dragged me out of the house. 

It was a short walk to a neighboring park where there was some kind of music festival happening. It was just a few local musicians performing in different sections of the park. The crowd was mostly young couples and families milling about. 

We weren’t there five minutes before I glanced at my watch, trying to figure out how much time I would give it before I bailed on Mike. When I looked up, he was frowning. “C’mon Nic, you can’t leave me tonight. You owe me!” he declared. 

“Why do I have to be here anyway?” I raised a brow. “You can definitely handle… this,” I gestured to our surroundings, “all on your own.” Mike rolled his eyes at me as if he was talking to a child. “My future wife is going to be here. But, she’s coming with her sister. I need you to run interference.” He slapped my shoulder and said, ” So put your wingman hat on, and I might…just might… name our firstborn after you.” 

We stopped in front of a small stage where a local band just started when I noticed a pretty blonde walking towards us. She was short and petite with some nice B cups. She wore a cute little white dress that made her look sweet and innocent.

She was tiny enough so that you didn’t have to powerlift like I did to throw her around in bed. I chuckled to myself. This was Mike’s type.  

She saw my roommate and quickly walked towards us. I noticed a cute dark-haired girl trailing slowly behind her, absorbed with her phone. The brunette was taller, but she looked a lot younger. When she finally looked up, I could see big brown doe eyes. They were beautiful. 

She gave me one glance before frowning. Great! I had to work hard on charming this one. I get it…She clearly didn’t want to be here. I didn’t either. I looked at her, frowned, and then looked at Mike. His eyes silently pleaded with me. I groaned, preparing myself to plaster on a fake smile for the night.

We walked towards them and Mike stretched his arms open to the small blonde. He lifted her off the ground with a hug, and smiled wide as he introduced her. “Nic! THIS is Christina!” The pretty blonde looked up at me with a shy smile. 

I reached out to shake her hand. She looked down at my outstretched arm and smacked it away. “I prefer hugs,” and leaped into my arms. As I pulled away she grabbed my forearms, “Wow, you’re huge.” I bit back my normal smart-ass response and just laughed. 

I’ve heard this before from women and some men when I met them for the first time. At 6’2″, 230 pounds I was pretty big. With the physique I developed at the gym, I’ve been called massive many times before.

I didn’t want to read too much into the look she was giving me. I just said, “Yeah thanks, I’m a trainer at a gym in Castle Hill.” I turned and grabbed a hold of my roommate’s shoulder, pulling him towards us. “I trained Mike up to be the six-pack specimen you see before you,” I boasted. Her eyes followed me as I poked at Mike’s chest and she blushed a little. He just gave her a goofy smile in return.

“You two do look like the type to eat flavorless chicken and steamed broccoli every day.” I whipped my head in the direction of the new speaker. The brunette barely looked up from her phone to see my reaction. Christina chuckled nervously and said, “Nic, this is my little sister Daisy. Daisy this is Nic,” She smacked the side of Daisy’s arm before she would look up.

Her eyes slowly scanned me from top to bottom. I felt like a live wire fell at my feet.  I stood up straight for her appraisal while I looked her over too. In contrast to her sister in white, Daisy was dressed in all black. Her hair was jet black, past her shoulders, to the middle of her back. She wore an oversized black v-neck with a huge skull on it. You could still tell she had huge tits because they jiggled wildly every time she moved. Her face had dark eye makeup and pink glossy lips on a cute little mouth. I liked all of it.

She had a nice fat ass that she somehow squeezed into some short jean shorts. They were so small, you could mistake them for underwear. They revealed thick thighs that I wouldn’t mind getting between. She wasn’t toned but her curves seemed soft and squeezable.

I was attracted to her. Time to find out how old she was. “Hey Wednesday Adams, how old are you?” Daisy rolled her eyes. “I’m eighteen,” she huffed as if it should’ve been obvious. “How old are you, forty?” 

My hand shot to my chest in feigned shock. I’m only twelve years older than her. She’s childish but thankfully not as young as I thought. Anyway, I wasn’t going to let her earlier comment slide.”Well, you look like the type to…”

“Why don’t we check out the rest of the park?” Mike interjected. His angry eyes caught mine. He knew I was about to hurt this little girl’s feelings and ruin the eskişehir escort whole night for him. I snapped my mouth shut and watched him as he pulled Christina away from us. 

I looked back at Daisy who pressed her lips together to hide the beginnings of a smile. Her brown eyes locked on mine before her phone pinged with a notification. She just stood there texting, so I just walked off and left her. 

A few seconds later I could hear Daisy running up behind me, trying to catch up with us. I should’ve had more self-control but I couldn’t stop myself from turning back to watch those massive tits sway from side to side. When she caught up with me, I pretty much stayed silent. She looked ahead at her sister and Mike who were engrossed in each other. 

After a few moments of walking side by side, being ignored by me, she finally spoke. “What were you going to say? I look like the type to… to what?” I skimmed over her pretty face, all flushed. My irritation had already subsided. She’s just a stupid kid and Mike seemed to be enjoying himself. I didn’t see a point in insulting her now. 

I just shrugged before responding with, “Ehh..the moment is gone.” She smiled a little before tripping on something alongside me. “Woah!” I called out as I tried to stop her fall. Her soft breasts crashed into the side of my arm as I held her in a twisted bear hug. 

My effort to stop her face plant must have softened her up, if only for a second. She looked up at me, her hand still gripping my forearm. “Thank you Nic! I’m sorry about earlier. I couldn’t stop myself.” I frowned as I released her to walk. “And…You don’t really look forty.” I huffed and continued walking. “Apology accepted I guess.”

We spent a few more minutes following Mike and Christina from a safe distance as they chatted. We all stopped to eat tacos from a nearby food truck. I got a beer or two and my mood improved. It was then I started up a real conversation with Daisy.

We chatted about her recent graduation and her plans for school. She would look at me with those big eyes  with these long lashes and I had to bite back the urge to touch her, kiss her. She started asking about my job. I started dropping little comments about how pretty she was. She giggled and blushed the whole time.

I bought her some cotton candy because she asked me to. Her indifference from before was replaced with flirtatiousness. I noticed how she touched me more and leaned into me as we walked.  Suddenly we were distracted by a loud cackle. That drew our attention to Mike and Christina walking ahead of us. He must have said something she thought was funny. Christina threw her head back laughing and slapped him on the shoulder. 

“There’s no way your friend is that funny,” Daisy grumbled. I stopped in the middle of the path we walked. I stared at her for a moment before flatly replying “he isn’t” and we both laughed. When we walked up to them, I said. “Why don’t we go back to our house? You two can…talk some more. Daisy and I could spend some more time together. I like her a lot.” I reached my arm out to pull her into a side hug. 

Everyone raised their brows at that. Daisy looked like a deer in headlights.  Mike gave me a questioning look while Christina eyed her sister for any discomfort. “Daisy, are you okay with that? We can go home if you want.” I looked down at Daisy. She looked up at me, and turned to her sister “I’m OK with it.”

I kept my arm around her, surprised that she didn’t pull out of my hold. Ten minutes later, we were at the house Mike and I rented. Mike quickly dragged Christina away for a ‘tour’ while Daisy followed me in. She walked around, examining everything, picking up stuff to put them back down again.

I offered her a drink to politely steer her into the kitchen. She followed me and stopped at the kitchen island. She leaned forward, elbows on the counter, with her hands clasped together.  “Can I have a beer?” she asked in this pleading little girl’s voice as she bent forward. 

Her tits were now on full display to me. I know she caught me looking a few times earlier tonight. What was she trying to do here? I paused to give her tits the inspection they deserved before I glanced at her face and laughed.

I was under no impression that Daisy actually wanted me. Regardless, I did appreciate the view I got. I was more annoyed that she thought I would be so gullible. I see tits every day at work.

She immediately stopped smiling as my laughter began. I suppose I wounded her little ego.  I tried to soothe her with “Aww baby, don’t be upset!” But I couldn’t stifle my chuckles. “Your tits are nice,” I lowered my eyes and gave her another good look. “Real nice tits,” I concluded, nodding my head. Daisy rolled her eyes, stood up straight, and crossed her arms in front of her. 

I just kept smiling. She was cute when trying to be haughty. I didn’t mind seeing those huge breasts pushed up more. I caught a little glimpse of some purple lace under eskişehir escort bayan her shirt.

“Isn’t that what you wanted me to say?” I demanded. Daisy only pursed her lips in defiance. “Did you really think I would give you alcohol if you flashed me a little cleavage?” I snickered.  “You’d have to show me a lot more than that!” I reached out to offer her a glass. “Here, have some juice!”

“I’m not a baby!” She snapped.

“I can see that!” my tone dripping with sarcasm.

“I’ve had alcohol before. You’re not corrupting me or anything,” she pouted, ignoring the drink I offered. I let out a frustrated sigh as I tried to keep my focus on her face. “Getting drunk with you would be…a bad idea”

Before she could respond, a loud moan came from Mike’s room upstairs. It was followed by the dull thumping of his headboard hitting the wall. I smiled to myself. Mike now had his ‘future wife’ right where he wanted her. 

The increasingly louder sex sounds made Daisy smirk at me. My cock hardened at her expression. All sorts of thoughts ran through my head. I had this tasty little piece in front of me. Why hold back? I decided to see if she was interested in a little fun.

I quickly walked around the kitchen island, and Daisy twisted around to face me. Her smirk morphed into a beautiful smile as more sounds erupted from upstairs. She backed herself into the island as I leaned in. She pulled away, leaning further back over the counter forcing me to lean over her. Her big eyes darted across my body, waiting for my next move.

“You’re not a baby, isn’t that what you just said?” My hands grabbed a hold of her waist and pulled her midsection to mine. “Are you hard of hearing, old man?” She quipped. I quickly brought my hand to her chin, roughly sliding my thumb over her lips to swipe her lip gloss off. She surprised me by parting her lips to swallow my finger.

Daisy sucked on the tip of my thumb. I smiled as my cock grew inside my jeans. Her pretty eyes dared me to do more. I leaned in to plant a soft kiss on her lips. “I guess I don’t have to worry about corrupting you,” I whispered into her mouth. I pressed my body into hers, letting her feel my hard cock. I expected her to push me off, but she just slid her hands under my shirt. I leaned back slightly to see her face. 

She looked ready to be fucked. As I brought my mouth down on hers, I tasted the cotton candy from earlier in the night. Her whole mouth was sweet. I liked it and I dove in deeper. Her sweet tongue slid against my own. 

Her eagerness only excited me. This was a whole different attitude from before. I reached up and grabbed her left breast, hard. Daisy moaned into my mouth. I impatiently pulled up the bottom of her shirt, slipping my hand under to squeeze her breast again. It was so soft and supple in my hand.  My fingers tugged on her budding nipples through her bra.

She let out such a moan, it made me tug harder. Her hands moved to the front of my jeans, tugging at the denim, trying to free me. I backed up a little to slide everything down. Daisy wasted no time dropping to her knees. In the next moment, she was on me. I threw my head back as her tongue slid over my cock slit before sliding her pink tongue up and down my shaft. I almost shuddered in surprise.

Her mouth was wet and warm. I was mesmerized watching those pretty eyes as they stared back up at me. She kissed and sucked and licked me all over. She made long and slow bobbing movements as she eased my cock further and further down. I didn’t have some monster cock, but her tiny mouth stretched to take me like an Anaconda inhaling a big meal. She was making these full, sexy slurping sounds, I took a moment to turn my head away to listen for anyone coming from upstairs. I’d hate for them to find us like… “OH GODDAMN!” I cried out. Daisy’s hands her hands gripped my as she bobbed her head roughly on my cock, forcing me down her tight throat. 

The light gagging noise almost pushed me over. I feared I was in danger of embarrassing myself by cumming too quickly. Thankfully Daisy pulled away, giving me a moment to recover, leaving a trail of saliva from her lips to my cock head. It was picture perfect. She began nuzzling my balls, rubbing her face against them. I opened my legs wider to allow her to slip further between my legs to lick my perineum. 

“Keep sucking me,” I grunted as I reached for her head. She playfully slapped my hand away before pulling her shirt off and unhooking her bra. My head turned to the stairs, fully expecting to be caught. She gripped me, firmly pulling my focus back as she licked the underside of my cock. “Ohhh” I moaned in protest as she pulled my cock from her lips. She held up one of those big heavy tits and  rubbed my cock head over her stiff nipple. 

Her areolas were so big and sexy. I imagined circling them with my tongue. I immediately reached down to squeeze on her breast. My thumb brushed across her nipple over and over. Daisy resumed sucking, escort eskişehir cupping my balls in one hand, while roughly jerking me to her mouth with the other. I jerked my hips forward to push myself further in. Saliva fell from her mouth onto her chest. I slapped and pulled at her nipples as she moaned over my cock. 

“I’m fucking cumming!” I hissed as Daisy locked eyes with me. “Let me see it before you swallow it,” I blurted breathlessly. She gave me a small nod before I finished. I shot into her mouth four times before I jerked my hips away with the last shot. As I stumbled away, Daisy leaned back on her heels and opened her mouth. I saw a blob of white covering her entire tongue before she threw her head back and swallowed. 

“That was fucking nice!” I murmured before bending to pick up her shirt and bra from the floor. I reached out and pulled her up from the floor. “Now let’s go to my room and make you cum.” She smiled as I pulled her into my arms and gave her a quick peck on the lips. Her eyes widened in surprise.

As we entered my room, located behind the kitchen on the first floor, Daisy pulled out her phone from the back pocket of her shorts. Before I could protest she said, “I’m texting Christina to tell her you will drop me off and not to worry about me.” She put the phone on the nightstand and bent forward and started shimmying out of those tight shorts. I hurriedly got naked. 

Without her clothes on I could see her small waist and the sexy curve of her hips. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, inching closer as I stroked my cock. I needed more time to get ready but I was more than willing to eat some eighteen-year-old pussy. Daisy smiled as she began crawling towards my pillows. 

That’s when I saw the shiny black buttplug between those fat cheeks. “Holy shit! Did you have that in this whole time?” I quickly moved to squeeze her ass cheek before she flipped onto her back. In my eagerness, I gripped her knees and spread her legs wide. She revealed a nice, fat, almost hairless pussy. 

“I kinda had other plans for tonight but this is just as good,” she explained. I chuckled to myself. Whoever that was for, it’s his fucking loss! “This is so sexy,” I traced the middle of her pussy lips down to her asshole. My finger circled the rim of the black, jewel-like plug in her ass. I couldn’t wait to pull it out. But first things first. 

I spread her lips open and revealed her stiff clit. I leaned in to brush my nose and lips over it. I gave it a long lick and then a suck. Daisy released a loud moan before covering her mouth with a fist. I lifted my head. “You’re so wet already. Did sucking my cock get you this wet?” Our eyes met and Daisy responded with, “Less talking and more sucking!” She groaned as I dove back in between her legs.

I ran my tongue slowly over her clit hood. My index and middle finger slipped inside her. I slowly penetrated her, back and forth as my head moved up and down in tandem. In the last few minutes, my cock hardened. I was ready to get inside of her ass but I wanted her to cum first. I was so eager to taste jer juices, I began to move faster. My head shifted from up and down to side to side to alleviate my jaw. I pulled my fingers free from her wet channel and gave her butt plug a gentle pull. 

Daisy arched her back and tried to twist her body to her right side. I  squeezed her ass cheek as it came up off the mattress. I tasted her cum as she rolled back into her back. Her chest heaved and she covered both eyes with the heels of her palms. Her cries were so desperate and sexy. Those thick thighs closed over me like a fleshy bear trap. I pulled myself from between her legs and put my entire weight on her. I wanted to kiss her mouth, letting her taste herself on my lips. 

She wrapped her legs and arms around me with her body still shaking. She sucked on my bottom lip as I squeezed my hand between us to hold onto her breast. I buried my head in her neck as her fingers racked over my scalp. I lifted my head to whisper in her ear, “I want to be inside you,” 

She nodded and I eagerly slid down her body. I grabbed both tits in my hands and pushed them together. My head moved back and forth from one nipple to the other, sucking and licking. My hands massaged them, moving them in small circles. It was nice to finally get a hold of them. Daisy giggled and yelped before I finally relented. “Ok let’s do this.” I pulled out my lube but kept it to the side. Daisy lifted her leg to reach for the plug but I said, “No, leave it in for a bit.” I rubbed myself over her pussy lips before pushing myself inside her.

She was so nice and tight, we both groaned as I bottomed out. “This feels so good, Nic,” she moaned. I rubbed her clit while pressing down on her abdomen. After a few hard strokes, she came again. Her toes curled. Her fingers dug into my sides as she cried out my name. I buried myself inside to enjoy it. I could have stayed there but I couldn’t forget that her ass was prepped and ready for me. I pulled out completely and slathered myself with lube. Daisy rolled herself onto all fours. I held her hips and jerked her towards me. Her thick sexy body giving me the confidence she could handled being manhandled. I massaged her ass before sliding her cheeks apart to gently tug on the plug.

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A Summer Slave Ch. 01

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Ass

I could have slotted this into anal, BDSM, or romance. It’s all three of those things.

Trigger warnings: the r-word (for sexual assault), anal, some bondage, heavy degradation/humiliation, really questionable consent/consensual non-consent (CNC), maledom (fem-sub). It starts off romantic and then changes into something…quite different…

I’m not a fan of stories involving rape nor M/f in which the f doesn’t enjoy it, so I’ve written about consent and pleasure in ways I find hot. Because, if you read my other stories, you’ll notice that the f character always has a certain set of characteristics and desires…and it should be easy enough to guess why. Also, it’s a fantasy of mine; if you’re going to try something like this IRL, please negotiate and establish consent and boundaries first!

I’m going to take this story in a different direction with the next chapter…

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“How discrete can you be, Rachel? Or maybe I should preface that statement: do you want to engage with me in a manner that would call for discretion?”

I suppose it’s never a good sign when someone asks for discretion. But in this case, it’s necessary. You see…I’m a summer associate working at a firm in the city, and my boss-mentor for the last two months is asking that question.

He leans back, spreads his arms, and studies my face. His oxfords are impeccably tamed to a professional polish. The premature lines around his dark eyes crinkle when he smiles or frowns. Everything on the surface of him suggests strength, confidence, intelligence, and ease. He looks almost too perfectly the part of the mid-thirties lawyer on the rise, with those tamed dark curls, his demeanor of taking up space. He’s altogether too perfect.

Even his name is great: Ezra Kaplan. Ezra means help or helper, and I’m grateful to have his mentorship. He’s great: he’s brilliant and charming, only three years older than me but just…if only he wasn’t my boss.

“Are you asking me for something, Mr, Kaplan?” I drop my voice, hoping it’s a seductive purr.

“Well, I’m not asking, because I’m your boss for the summer. I was hoping you’d ask.”

“Mr. Kaplan, that’s not my usual style. As for discretion -” I lean toward him ” – yes, I think discretion is called for. I don’t want anyone to think I slept my way into a job.” My heart is pounding; being so forward is not my usual style.

“Boldly presumptuous of you to cut to the chase and get to sleeping together. I was, very innocently I might add, hoping you’d like to go on a formal date. As for becoming my lover -” He looks over my body ” – let’s see if you can earn that position.”

My face feels very warm, and only partially in embarrassment. He wants something, and it’s not the draft of a contract on his desk tomorrow morning, so why the tease?

“Oh, no? Then perhaps we should call it a night? Or Shabbat dinner another night?”

“I wouldn’t go that far. Let’s get out of here?”

It’s so late that the fog has cleared. Clear nights like this are colder than the ones where the usual blanket of fog covers this city by the ocean. I shiver in my wool peacoat. Ezra offers me his, which I don’t accept. I ball my hands into fists and shove them into my pockets. I turn my shoulders inward, closing myself off from him, to make this awkward conversation easier to bear. I look up, seeing so few stars through the light pollution. It’s such such a dark night.

He gathers me into his arms, arms threaded through mine, and presses his lips against mine. My body reacts, separate from my conscious will, and my lips passionately pressed against his. A kiss of such fire and rapture, better than anything I’ve fantasized or dreamed. I’ve never been kissed so thoroughly, nor felt such magic tingling through my body.

“I want to do things no man has ever done to you, to make you feel like no one has before,” he murmurs. “Let me take you home and show you what I mean.”

“What does that mean?”

“Exactly what I’m saying. Don’t play naive.” That kiss shifted something between us, as first kisses do. I’m aware he’s pushing me, using my relative inexperience and his position as my boss to take advantage of me. The thing is: I want to play along. There’s something so fucking hot about a man you’re already attracted to taking charge, showing just how badly he wants you. It’s especially hot since I’ve wanted him for months.

“You said things no one else has done to me. I want to know what those things are.”

“I’d rather show you.” He smiles, a mysterious half-smile that gives away nothing. “I won’t hurt you. Do you trust me, Rachel?”

I don’t doubt his promises of giving me pleasure and not hurting me, but I wonder how wise it is to agree to something without knowing the terms of the contract. But the thought of him taking control is also so sexy. What the hell, I think, as my hormones and lizard brain drowning out logic, why not just go for it? We’re both adults, I only have a few denizli escort weeks of his mentorship and then nearly a year away from the office. Maybe it’s madness, absolute insanity to do this, but I really want to.

“Yes, please, yes.” He smiles again, triumphant, a conquerer’s smile. He looks genuinely happy in the dim light, and I’m happy I made him happy. He runs a hand through his waves, shakes them loose, and kisses me again.I want to keep making him smile in that way. And I realize, all at once, the most obvious thing: I really do like him. Maybe I’m falling in love with me.

And he’s kissing me rapturously and rapaciously, and I am thinking about something altogether different. I laugh. “It might be more fun to continue this in your bed instead of a cold sidewalk.”

“I’ll be the one telling you what to do.”

“Yes, sir,” I say, lightly, while laughing.

He looks at me like he’s starving, and I’m not just a snack but a whole meal. “Thank you.”

We somehow survived the drive to his place without tearing each other’s clothes off. But once we get there, everything changes.

We take off our coats and shoes, then Ezra closes and locks the door behind me. He grabs me from behind immediately, one arm around my waist and the other twined in my hair. He pulls my hair, lightly, then just hard enough that gasp, momentarily breathless. My brain goes blank. It feels…possessive and controlling, there’s something violent in it.

“You’re such a horny whore, aren’t you? I had no intention of bringing you home tonight. But you’re just such a desperate slut, getting me to bring you here. I’m going to give you what you fucking deserve.”

Then, everything snaps back into color and feeling. The energy he’s giving off is almost pitch black. Maybe the darkest power I’ve ever felt from a man, and he’s practically shimmering with it. Oh god, oh god, please, please don’t let him hurt me. Please, please, let me get away. I don’t know what’s going on here, or what he plans, but there has to be some way I can get away from him and this.

Whatever the hell he’s up to, I don’t want it. It’s going to be terrible. I could feel how terrible in the way his hold tightened when I shifted against him. I squirmed, but his hold tightened. There was also his growing excitement, the hard length of it pushing against my ass. It scares me, how he can be so calm, how even in a state of high lust and excitement he maintained this control. I need to get away, I need to run, I need – I scream in fear, and his grip in my hair tightens. I writhe against his hold. I try to kick him, but he’s behind me. He easily outsmarts me, moving his leg away with a calm, almost feline grace and casualness. I’m so stupid, so pathetically helpless, as I thrash against his hold, whimpering in fear. I’m no match for him.

He knows his power and my helplessness so well that it makes him chuckle in amusement at my frantic and helpless attempts to get away. “Oh, go right ahead, pretend you aren’t a fucking slut that wants her boss’s cock in all three of those holes. Pretend you can fight me off,” he purrs in the most evil tone. He pushes the length of cock against me again, as if making sure I can feel what he’s going to fill me with. I try to throw my weight against him. He chuckles, low, amused, and I swear his cock is like a rock. I shudder as I realize how he got harder when I fight back and by my frantic helplessness. I’m his prey, and he’s playing with me.

What had I gotten myself into? He pulls me upward by my hair, so I’m standing on my tiptoes, squealing in pain as my hair is tugged and I’m lifted so I’m struggling to stand. His voice drops to a menacing, condescending whisper “I can smell your wet needy pussy. I know it deserves a thorough fucking and beating. That ass, though, I might start off with it. I’ve wanted to bend you over and take you so many times. Imagine getting fucked in both of those holes, like the little whore you are.”

Hell. No. I was not going to let him fuck me in the ass. Absolutely, positively not.

“No, you’re not going to do that to me. I’ve never done that, and I’m not about to start tonight. You let me go, NOW.”

Oh god, I shouldn’t have told him that. He pushes the hard length of his excitement and amusement harder against me. Oh no, please, no, no…I scream again. I hope his dick rots off and he goes deaf from me screaming in his ears.

“Oh, Rachel! Have you never had your ass fucked?”

Maybe my mind is going to break. “No! And I’m going to keep screaming so that all your fucking neighbors hear, and then I’m going to march myself into your boss’s office tomorrow and – “

“Oh, I’m sure my neighbors have heard enough. And then what, Rachel? Tell my boss that you promised me you’d be discrete because you didn’t want to ruin your career? You voluntarily came home with me. You know you want it. I can smell how desperately you want it. I bet if I touched your pussy – ” His denizli escort bayan voice is so amused and calm that it’s like he’s talking about the fucking weather. It’s evil, that voice compared to what he’s saying, the casualness with which he maintains absolute fucking control.

“No, don’t do that! Fuck you! Let me go, asshole!”

He chuckles. “Oh, don’t worry, we are definitely fucking tonight. Don’t worry boo, I like it rough too. I’m not mad at you.” He grins. “Even though you are being a very bad girl, you’re still getting my cock tonight.” His hand is still in a stronghold in my hair while he fiddles with the button on my pants, undoing the zipper, tugging them past my waist and ass easily.

“No! Stop! I don’t want to! You’re a monster, a demon! You’re awful, horrible. You let me go!” In response, he lifts me off the ground by my hair, and I yelp. My pants fall to the floor.

“Awww, poor little kitty cat, caught by her scuff.” His other arm is around my hips, and I’m trying to aim so I can kick high and get him on his goddamned balls. He’s got a good ten inches and 70 or 80 pounds on me, and so, he easily swings me so that I’m cradled like a baby in his arms and he can carry me. His wavy hair is loose and wild. He’s the cat here, I think frantically. He’s like a dark lion, and I’m the prey he’s taunting and teasing. Then, he lowers his head a little, sniffing me. “Mmmm, delicious. Naughty girl, I don’t even need to touch you, I can see that you got your panties wet all the way through.”

“Stop! I don’t want to! I’m scared of you, and I’m so scared you’re going to hurt me, please just stop, please don’t hurt me, please -” With that, I burst into tears. And he’s so calm and controlled, which makes me cry even harder.

He drops me onto his bed, covering the length of my body with his. His wavy hair falls over his face, framing it like a black mane, and it makes him more achingly beautiful to me. He’s pushing his hard length against my soaking wet pussy, and it’s so warm, so close. I don’t want to, but I arch my hips toward his like a women possessed. “Shush. I know how you need this, how badly you crave submitting to me. You’re a desperately needy little slut, and you need to be forced, hurt, and pleasured. I promise I won’t force upon you anything you can’t handle. Trust me. You’re so beautiful and brilliant, and I like you so much. If you really want to stop: I’ll slide my hand into yours sometimes, and I want you to squeeze it back. If you don’t squeeze, I’ll stop, so I’ll never really rape you. I promised I won’t hurt you. You want this, don’t you? You trust me?” Even this, the power he gets from reassuring and calming me, keeps his cock hard.

I moan, and his cock is pressed between my legs. I’m caught, the perfect prey because I want him to devour me. I’m getting high on the fear. I’ve always liked things that scare me, like roller coasters when I was a teenager, or something like a horror story. When I read a horror story, I’d be surprised to realize how wet I was getting. Or when I got a second piercing in my left ear, I was horny that I got home and got myself off to the fear and pain I felt when getting it. And then fantasized about more fear and pain for the rest of that week. Add to that the similarity to it that echoes the rest of my life: challenges thrill, arouse, and intrigue me in different ways. With this type of sex, new to me in reality but I fantasize about it a lot, it’s something about the roller coaster of emotions, excitement shifting to fear shifting to relief that you can handle the fear and pain which then shifts back to excitement – it’s so arousing – he’s like that, with the arousal factor especially amped up times ten.

He pushes one hand between my legs, touching my uncomfortably wet panties. My body acts before I can think, and I’m thoughtlessly opening for him. It’s madness, isn’t it? My nerves all feel like they’re on fire. I’m agreeing to have anal sex – which I’ve never had – and god knows what else with my fucking boss. I must be fucking out of mind, insane, because I say –

“Yes, Sir.” I know that calling him that is acquiescence.

“Hmm, I like that. Someone likes being called a whore and the thought of both of her holes getting fucked.”

“No, no! You can fuck me the normal way. You. Are. Not. Fucking. My Ass.” He slips his hand into mine. I squeeze back.

He pulls out a switchblade knife from a side drawer. My heart leaps up into my throat in fear. I try to reach for his hand, to signal no, but he moves away. His face is so calm, with only his eyes wide to express – oh, god, his eyes scare me a lot. They’re practically glowing. I know he’s going to take a lot from me to satisfy that lust, and I know it will be satisfied tonight. I can only read his lust through his eyes and his cock. The rest of him, his playful smile, the veins of arms crossing in gorgeous patterns over them as he crosses them over his chest to pull off his shirt, escort denizli convey a sort of calm power, the kind that’s stronger and more frightening in its quiet calm. His arms are almost too much, too beautiful, for me to bear. His posture is so straight and perfect, the rest of him maintains the same perfect control he has in the office. Damn him for being so fucking attractive to me while also being such an ass.

He flips open the knife, points it toward me. “Strip.”

I obey without thinking. Heart thumping and fingers trembling, I get off his bed, then take off my sweater. His glaze is so intense that I’m more scared of him than ever. Maybe he could burn me with his eyes alone. I’m so much smaller than him. His eyes linger on my swelling, heaving chest, taking it in, clad in black silk. Then my small belly, hips flaring out, legs soft but firm with some muscle, and I pull off my socks. I hesitate. He fiddles with the knife, reminding me of its presence. As if I’d forget. I slowly pull down my bra straps, then the cups. My breasts are round, nipples shrunken because they are so hard they almost ache. Slowly, I pull down my black silk panties. I look down, noticing how soaked I am, seeing one sticky strand of wetness as I pull them off. He’s holding his phone and the knife.

“Fuck you!” I say after he clicks a quick photo of me, naked with his bed behind me.

He covers the space between us in a single bound, and pushes me back on the bed. He pushes my legs apart, so I’m naked and exposed and he can see how humiliatingly soaked my pussy is. Another click.

“Oh, Rachel, look,” he says, showing me that photo as casually as he’d show me a vacation photo. “Look at how your pussy lips look so puffy and soft, and look at how you’re fucking dripping on my bed. It’s so cute, your pussy is adorable.”

Such a patronizing jerk. I glare at him. Then sigh. I don’t have much of a choice, do I? “Please just – stop. If you let me go, I won’t tell anyone. Please don’t show those photos to anyone. Please. I’ll be a good girl and – please.”

He gets on top of me again. I push against him with my hands, but he just grabs my hands and pushes them away. “What’s the point, Rachel? As if you could fight me and win.” I stare at him with tears of helpless rage in my eyes. Rage and fear of those photos.

“Fuck you, Ezra Kaplan. I hate you. No wonder why you’re divorced, if you treat women like this.”

He slaps me, hard. Right cheek, then left. I stare up at him in shock. Then, he drives a knee between my legs. I try to kick, but he’s too strong. He puts one hand between my legs. “You’re such a desperately horny bitch that being forced makes you wet. And don’t you dare say anything like that again, Rachel, unless you want me to actually hurt you. You can beg and call me an ass and tell me to go to hell, but don’t get into personal shit, and don’t call or imply I’m a violent rapist.” His voice is icy. It’s humiliating how easily he parts the secret lips and his fingers slide right into that slippery hole. I screech again, and buckle against his hand. He finds that soft ridged part, and rubs it. I scream again, but this time it’s because an orgasm tears through me like wildfire. “Such a fucking slut for me,” he whispers in my ear as my muscles contract around his fingers.

I must be a slut, I must be everything he tells me, to be forced the way he was forcing me and to be dripping and cumming for him. To be getting off on his degradation and humiliation the way I just did. I was so desperate and aching for whatever else he wanted to do to me. And he – he must be a sadist, enjoying my fear and degradation, enjoying having me damn him to hell while knowing that he had so much power and control in the game we are playing. His slut, his plaything, I think, I sink into that feeling, weak and relaxed.

While I’m still trembling, he cruelly pinches my clit. Hard. I – it’s like – I’ve never felt that way before. It’s – my entire brain goes empty and blank, and this wave of extreme heightened feeling floors me. I gasp, then laugh. I sound like a maniac, even to myself. It’s just so – was so amazing. Oh my god, in the best way possible. It’s the thing that breaks me, that makes me his personal whore in a way I’d never wanted to belong to anyway else. I’d never felt so perfectly in sync and attuned to anyone.

He squeezes my hand, and I squeeze back, hard.

“Did you like that?”

“Yes, Ezra…” That feels wrong. “Mr. Kaplan, sir… yes, I did.”

“Ah, you can orgasm from me pinching your clit? Don’t you fucking move, needy little slut,” he says, picking up the knife again and laying the blade flat against my cheek. I lay back, quivering with the afterthrobs of the orgasm and shivering in fear. I’m too far gone then to notice that he carefully keeps the sharp edge away from contact with my skin. He vanishes for a moment, and returns with – something like six leather cuffs, a bamboo cane, and dramatically pulls back a curtain to reveal – an entire wooden x-cross. Who casually has an entire cross sitting in their bedroom behind a fucking curtain? He – this – he does really know what he’s doing, and he must really love it if he owns that. Dear god, what had I gotten myself into?

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Okay, quick recap this time.

I’m 18, short, slim, toned, long blonde hair and normally extremely Catholic.

I went into a sex shop to get a toy since I couldn’t have sex with my boyfriend, Doug, before marriage. However accidentally wound up tied to a BDSM contraption and losing my virginity to two strangers.

Then, after starting work at the sex shop, an older lady called Mrs Unsworth seduced me and I had my first lesbian experience in the BDSM room with her. Then I let her put a butt plug in me and agreed to an entire weekend as hers as her submissive.

After that, I went to a party at Grace’s house, got hit on by a cool footballer called Brad. Ended up making out with him before finding myself in a group sex session. Brad and two of his mates fucked me until I eventually fell asleep with Brad.

Now then, after that party I went home and pretty much passed out on my bed. I was only woken up when my Mum came to check up one.

“Zara, is everything okay?” She asked as her head poked around the door.

“Huh, yeah, sorry mum.” I groggily replied.

I heard the door open further and my Mum came in.

“What did you and this Grace get up to last night? You seem very tired, I hope you weren’t drinking young lady?” She asked me.

I looked at my Mum and couldn’t help but smile.

Actually, I let three men I met last night have sex with me without wearing any condoms because I’m on the pill and love getting fucked like a slut….

“No mum, I didn’t drink last night.” I told her honestly.

What? Technically that’s true, I didn’t have any alcohol, just three loads of cock.

“Well that’s good,” My Mum said, “I wouldn’t want this new friend to be a bad influence on you.”

Oh Mum, Grace has opened my eyes in ways I never expected.

“No, you’d like her, she’s nice.” I told my Mum.

“Well that’s good, dinner will be ready soon so head down when you’re dressed.” She told me.

After she was gone I got myself out of bed. My pussy was a little sore from having so much sex the night before. I quickly put on my pyjamas, the ones I took to Graces but didn’t wear. Then I headed downstairs for dinner.

When the three of us were sat around the table eating, I remembered that I needed to convince them to let me stay out this weekend, although I couldn’t tell them that I was spending the weekend as a lesbian pet for Mrs Unsworth.

“Could I stay at Grace’s this weekend?” I suddenly blurted out.

“Again?” My Mum asked, “I think we need to meet this Grace.”

“Pleeeasee,” I said in my girly voice, “it’s nice having her as a friend, we just hang out and chill.”

“Hmm,” My Dad joined in, “What night do you want to stay over?”

“Saturday.” I told him, already fearing he would say no.

“Hmm,” He replied, “You’ll have to get back early on Sunday for mass.”

Shit, mass! I haven’t missed mass in my entire life! How could I have forgotten it?

I was enjoying exploring my sexuality but I didn’t want it to interfere with who I was inside, I couldn’t let my new sluttiness effect my faith.

“I’ll make sure I’m back Daddy.” I said and batted my eye lashed.

“I suppose, but next time she can stay here.” Dad said and I smiled.

Maybe I do need to do a confession to Father Daniels. Safe to say he would be shocked, but at least it would help me not feel guilty for sinning, right?

On Saturday I headed into work like normal. Going out in my good girl catholic clothes and then getting changed at work into my uniform… my slutty catholic clothes.

“So, how’re doing after the other night?” Grace asked me as I helped tidy up the shop.

“Yeah I’m fine, why?” I asked her.

“Well whenever I have more than one guy in a night my pussy is aching for days.” She said abruptly and I nearly choked on my laughter.

“Yeah, it is a little sore.” I told her, not believing how comfortable I had become around her.

“I was talking to Brad last night, he really likes you, you know.” Grace told me, which gave me a smile.

“Yeah, he seems really nice, but he hasn’t texted me yet.” I told her.

“You know what guys are like, don’t want to seem too keen or desperate, it’s all a game to them.” Grace said and carried on cleaning.

I don’t really know what guys are like, Doug’s the only guy I’ve dated and that was easy because we were both strict Catholics. I have no idea how to play it with Brad.

“Erm, yeah.” I replied.

By that time on Saturday I had become pretty accustomed to having the plug in my ass. I could barely feel it by then.

We were shutting up shop and locking the doors when Grace surprised me by slapping my ass.

“Hey, have fun with Mrs Unsworth tonight.” She said.

Feeling her touch me like that made me think of our kiss, I still didn’t know what she wanted at that stage.

“Thanks, what are you up to this weekend?” I asked her as we walked away from the shop.

“Quiet one for me I think, might watch a movie or two.” She said.

“Fair enough,” I replied denizli escort as we got to the point where we go our separate ways, “well, have fun.”

Just as I turned to walk away I felt Grace grip my hand and suddenly spin me around to her. Before I could react, her lips pressed against mine. In my shock, I let it carry on. Eventually I opened my mouth and once again felt her tongue piecing press against my own tongue.

“Mmm.” I moaned into Grace’s mouth and held her for an embrace as we lovingly and sensually made out. I didn’t even care that we were so in public.

When she broke the kiss, she bit my bottom lip a little which made my pussy flutter.

“Don’t forget about me when you’re with her this weekend.” She whispered, our faces still only inches apart as she held onto me.

“I… I won’t.” I whispered, instinctively I leant closer and kissed her lightly.

“Good, bad enough I’ve got to compete with Brad, I should’ve taken you when I had the chance.” She said and then let me go and took a step back.

“What… what do you mean?” I asked.

“You’ll see.” Grace said with a coy smile and then walked off.

I am so confused.

Giving my head a little shake, I went to the bus stop. I had to get the directions to Mrs Unsworth’s on my phone. I only brought one spare set of clothes as I was expecting I wouldn’t need much.

Thirty minutes later I was walking up her drive.

Her house was MASSIVE! It was like a mansion! The drive was long enough to be considered a hike! Beautiful trees and plants either side of the walkway that led up to her big, grey double doors.

When I knocked on I felt a little bit of nervousness hit me.

Am I really about to spend all this time as a lesbian pet? How did I get to this stage?

All of those worries washed away when the door answered and I saw Mrs Unsworth smiling at me. She was wearing business like clothes. A long, tight, black skirt and a white blouse. Her brunette hair was straightened down her back. Her thin but beautiful body was just enticing me.

“Hello darling, I’m glad you didn’t change your mind.” She said with a smile.

Her voice… so seductive.

“I never thought of changing my mind.” I replied, although my voice clearly showed how nervous I was.

“Don’t forget, you address me as Mistress.” She said in a firm, teacher like manor.

“Sorry, yes, Mistress.” I replied, just saying the word made me wetter.

“Good, now come in.” She said and opened the door for me.

As I entered the house I couldn’t believe how amazing it was. White, marbled floors, furniture that probably cost a year of my wages and a TV that was nearly twice the size of me!

Then, a young, very beautiful girl walked in from another room. She was wearing a maids outfit, except… not a proper one, like one you’d buy from a sex shop.

“Ah yes, Zara, this is Charlotte.” Mrs Unsworth said.

Charlotte, she was stunning.

She looked around my age, similar height to me but she was more tanned. Although I would say she was still white, she had tanned, bronze, smooth skin. She was slim, looked very toned. She has thin lips but still seductive, jet black hair and dark brown eyes. Just being near her made me feel a little self conscious with how beautiful she was.

Her maids outfit barely covered her, her legs only had on see through stockings that stopped at her tanned thighs.

“Charlotte, say hi.” Mrs Unsworth ordered.

“Yes Mistress,” Charlotte replied, Mistress, she must be Mrs Unsworth’s other pet…. “Hi Zara, nice to meet you.”

She held out her hand, she was wearing silk, white gloves that went up to her elbows.

“N-nice to meet you too.” I stuttered back and shook her hand.

“Don’t be so nervous,” Mrs Unsworth said and patted my back, “You two should get on, Charlotte is a Catholic girl as well…. When she isn’t being my lesbian slut.”

I almost chocked in shock.

Not just at the words Mrs Unsworth said, but the fact that this beautiful but clearly sluttier than me girl was a Catholic.

“You… you’re Catholic?” I asked.

“Yes,” Charlotte replied in a girly voice, “except I do a lot of praying whilst in between Mistress’s legs.” She laughed out.

“Charlotte is the girl I was telling you about,” Mrs Unsworth said, “The one I was preparing with the butt plugs.”

“O-oh, right.” I replied, I felt like my head was spinning.

“Although that training is done, isn’t it my pet?” Mrs Unsworth said.

“Yes Mistress, I am officially your three hole slut.” Charlotte said, quite proudly.

“And soon,” Mrs Unsworth said and her hands landed on my shoulders, “You will be too.”

I knew that was the plan.

Weirdly, I wasn’t nervous about anal. The fingering in my ass and the butt plug had all felt great. If anything, I was excited about it.

“Now, there is one thing we do need to clear up before we get started,” Mrs Unsworth said and then looked me dead in the eyes, “are you purely a lesbian?”

“W-what?” I asked, denizli escort bayan confused by her question.

“Well I share most of my pets with my husband,” Mrs Unsworth explained, “tonight it’s just us girls, but I need to know if you are strictly just lesbian, or if you like a bit of dick as well?”

Her husband as well? Does that mean I’ll be having sex with him?

“I… erm… I’m straight.” I stuttered out, feeling like I was in some crazy dream.

“Straight hey?” Mrs Unsworth said with a chuckle, “You didn’t seem to straight when you were making me cum with your tongue.”

“Oh right,” I replied, I didn’t really think about it, “I… I guess I’m bi? Maybe?”

It’s true, at that time I was so inexperienced and didn’t really know what I was doing that I hadn’t thought about it. It all just seemed like great sex, it didn’t matter whether it was a boy or girl.

“That’ll do just fine,” Mrs Unsworth said with a smile, “Charlotte, you finish off your duties, I’ll make Zara here feel at home.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Charlotte obediently replied and walked off.

She has a great ass.

I couldn’t help but stare at her as she walked away. Her maids outfit only covered half of her ass and she was obviously wearing a black thong. I was pretty much drooling.

“All in good time, girl.” Mrs Unsworth said, catching me staring at Charlotte.

“S-sorry.” I replied, embarrassed at being caught.

“Don’t apologise,” Mrs Unsworth continued, “You’ll be getting to taste her as well as me tonight.”

Both of them? This is even wilder than I expected.

Mrs Unsworth put her arm around me and started to walk me through the house.

“It is a shame I haven’t been able to convince Grace to come here yet,” She said, “Maybe one day.”

“She… she tells me you’re both domme’s and that’s why it won’t work?” I asked her as I looked around her beautiful house.

“That’s true, tell me girl, have you and Grace had sex yet?” Mrs Unsworth asked me and I felt myself go bright red.

“No, we… we’ve kissed a couple of times.” I told her.

“Mmm very nice,” Mrs Unsworth said, “I’m glad I’ll be the one to show you the ropes before she has her way with you.”

Before she has her way with me? It sounded like it was certain that Grace was going to seduce me… to be fair, would I even say no if she tried?

We eventually found out way to one of the spare bedrooms, it had a huge double bed in there that was made with expensive looking sheets.

“This will be your room, although you’re welcome to sleep with Charlotte if you both want it.” Mrs Unsworth told me.

This is wild.

“And finally,” Mrs Unsworth said and opened another door down the hall, “This is the room where most of the fun happens.”

It looked just like a normal room, a bed, wardrobes, that sort of stuff.

“Is this where you and Mr Unsworth sleep?” I asked.

“No, no,” She replied, “We have our own room that’s only for us.”

That makes sense.

Mrs Unsworth led me again down the hall, her arm around my shoulder at all times. Making me feel so small next to her.

“Mistress?” Charlotte’s voice called from down the hall, I turned my head and saw she was standing outside of a door, “everything is ready.”

“Good girl,” Mrs Unsworth said, “Follow me Zara.”

Like a puppy, I followed her down the hall and into the room that Charlotte came out of.

It was a normal room again, but I quickly saw on the table by the side a whole set of sex toys. Dildos in various shapes, sizes and colours, strap ons, butt plugs, handcuffs, all sorts! My mouth nearly hit the floor as I stared at it all.

Then, my pussy twitched between my legs in excitement.

“So, Zara, my new pet,” Mrs Unsworth said, “Are you ready to begin?”

Charlotte entered and closed the door after her.

“Y-yes, Mistress.” I replied, “except, I need to be at mass tomorrow, so I need to be home before 11am.”

“Hmm, that does throw a little spanner in the works,” Mrs Unsworth said, “I suppose my husband can get back early to have his fun with you.”

Oh my god, this is crazy!

“Anyway, let’s begin shall we?” Mrs Unsworth said.

I’m about to have sex with two women, I definitely need to go to confession.

“Good, Charlotte, if you will.” Mrs Unsworth said.

I stood perfectly still, not knowing what to do as Mrs Unsworth walked over to the table of toys. That was when I felt Charlotte’s hands touch me.

I jumped a little shock and turned to see her smiling at me.

“Don’t worry, just relax.” She said, I couldn’t stop staring at her delicious, soft lips as she spoke.

Her soft, gentle hands moved and started to undo the buttons on my tight blouse.

Oh my god, she’s undressing me.

Every now and again I would feel her soft skin graze against mine and my body would shiver with excitement.

I just stared at her beautiful face, her eyes were on my body as she undid the last of my buttons. And then finally she pushed it back escort denizli and I let my top fall to the ground.

There I stood, in front of this absolutely stunning girl, topless.

Charlotte’s eyes finally came up and met mine, she let out a beautiful smile and I felt myself give a nervous laugh.

She then slowly sunk to her knees, she reached for the zipper on the side of my skirt and undid it. Stepping out, I stood there in just a white thong and white bra.

“Mmm,” I heard Mrs Unsworth say from behind, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of Charlotte, “I didn’t get to properly see your body last time darling, she truly is gorgeous isn’t she?”

“Yes Mistress,” Charlotte said as she rose to her feet, her eyes going all over my body, “You’re, beautiful.”

I felt a little self conscious, I wanted to wrap my arms around my body and cover myself up, but I didn’t want to disappoint either of these two women.

Before I knew it, Charlotte leant forward and her soft lips pressed against mine. I automatically closed my eyes and let myself get kissed by her. It was only for a second, but it felt like an eternity in heaven.

“Now you two, you’re not alone yet.” Mrs Unsworth said and sort of brought me back to reality.

I smiled at Charlotte before turning around and realising that Mrs Unsworth was fully undressed except for her thong and bra as well.

Similar to what she had said, I didn’t get to truly appreciate her body last time.

She was thin, but very toned, her body was amazing.

“Zara, my new pet,” Mrs Unsworth said, “Come here.”

Without saying a word, I walked over to my Mistress until our bodies were nearly touching.

Her hand lifted and brushed my blonde hair behind my ear, then she held my cheek in her hand. With a light pull, she moved my head until our lips touched.

It was like fireworks going off inside of me. A tender, yet loving kiss.

I opened my mouth and slowly made out with this older, married woman.

My hands with a mind of their own held onto her soft skin, holding her close as we embraced each other.

“Mmm.” I moaned into her mouth as we kissed.

Her hands slowly went down my back and she grabbed onto my firm arse cheeks.

“On your knees, my new pet.” She whispered.

“Yes, Mistress.” I replied and obediently sunk down.

Eye level with her pussy that was only covered by thin material, I felt my mouth fill with saliva as I looked up at her.

“Do you want to taste me again?” She asked.

“Yes Mistress,” I replied, “Very much so.”

“Good girl.” She said which made my pussy twitch.

I watched as one of her hands pulled her thong to the side, showing me her smooth, already wet pussy. It took all of my strength not to just dive in there.

Then I felt her other hand on the back of my head, slowly guiding me towards her.

She spread her legs slightly, I extended my tongue, and finally I made contact with her.

“Mmm.” I moaned as my senses filled with the taste of her sweet pussy.

I ran my soft tongue, slowly up and down her lips, savouring every inch of her.

I kept my hands by my side and just used my tongue, spreading her juices around.

Yeah, I’m definitely bi, I thought.

When her hand left my head I carried on licking. I wanted to get my tongue deep inside of her hole, to taste her even more.

I just stayed like that for a few minutes. Mistress’s fingers running through my soft, blonde hair as I licked at her delicious slit.

“That’s a good girl,” Mrs Unsworth whispered, “we’ll make a good pussy pleaser out of you.”

“Mmm.” I moaned back, completely in love with the taste.

My hands finally kicked in and I grabbed onto the inside of her thighs, pushing my head deeper into her and tasting her nectar even more.

“Mmm, so good.” I moaned between her legs.

Mistress let me keep licking her like that for a few minutes. She didn’t moan a lot, but let out some heavy breathes. I worried I wasn’t doing a good job so I tried harder until she pushed me away.

“Get on the bed, on your hands and knees.” She ordered.

“Yes, Mistress.” I quickly said back.

I pretty much ran onto the bed, got onto my hands and knees and lifted my ass into the air.

“Pet Charlotte,” Mrs Unsworth said, “Inspect that she still has the plug in.”

“Yes Mistress.” Charlotte replied.

I waited with anticipation as I felt Charlotte join me on the huge bed. He soft, delicate hands touched my arse cheeks and I jumped a little with excitement.

I felt her grab onto my thong and pull it to one side, exposing the plug inside of me.

“It’s still there Mistress.” She said.

“Good, take it out.” Mrs Unsworth ordered.

Charlotte’s hand grabbed onto the end of the plug.

“Ooooh!” I moaned as she slowly pushed it a little deeper a few times, almost slowly fucking me with the plug.

“Oh yeah, you’re going to love this.” She whispered to me.

I felt my arsehole stretch a little as she began to pull the plug back. My hole tightly wrapped around the toy until… it popped out.

“Oooh.” I moaned again, it actually felt a little strange not to have my ass filled.

Suddenly, without any warning, I felt Charlotte’s warm, wet tongue press against my exposed arsehole.

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TW:

This story involves an informal sub/dom DDLG dynamic. (The characters are not related and both over 18).

Cheating is a major theme. (I do not advocate infidelity).

The characters casually use language some may consider degrading. They also twist the the concept and misuse the word “rape”. (Everything that happens is consensual).

Rimming and ass to mouth… so extremely mild scat features. (If you like everything clean and pristine I’d read something else).

This isn’t an anatomy lesson nor a how to. No one should use this as a guide… for anything.

Fair warning:

This is my first ever published story. Apologies for typos, spelling and grammar. One of the characters has an accent, so those bits aren’t errors, perhaps just a poor stylistic choice. (Sometimes the accent is more obvious, sometimes less, so i might substitute letters I might not. English isn’t her first language but she speaks it well).

I am heavily influenced and inspired by Neon_Ultra, to whom this is dedicated. (With all apologies). If you don’t enjoy his depraved fetishistic anal fantasies you might not like this either.

This story may read like it was written on a phone by someone on a bus. It was. If anyone is interested in being an editor for future works please do get in contact. Just don’t be surprised if this isn’t any good.

Now that i’ve lowered your expectations sufficiently… let’s begin… ;))

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Just once

They sat closer than necessary, at the table. Their hands and bodies accidentally touching, neither apologising nor moving to prevent further contact. His eyes kept delving down into her cleavage. She could smell him, musky, clean, an undertone of spiced fruits. Her eyes traced his lips as he spoke, drawn to his dark hair and beard. Both were acutely aware of every time they touched. The conversation was awkward, meaningless. They kept on drifting off topic and staring deeply into one another’s eyes.

“I can’t do this” he admitted ” Carina will only let me come out to meet you this once. Only then because I promised I would, back before I met her…”

Petra understood. Her own unwillingness to cheat had meant that until that moment she and Karim had never really touched before, beyond a swift friendly greeting. Now Karim was the one in a relationship. He owed her nothing, she knew that.

“Vhen do you have to go bak” she asked in her husky eastern European accent, her eyes losing focus across the road as she asked. The sands slipping through her fingers.

“I said I would be home by half five”.

It was just gone midday.

As they got up from the table, they turned away from the busy street and walked together along a quiet canal path. Pausing under a bridge Petra leaned forward onto the railing and stared into the water.

As he examined her Karim was drawn to touch her again. Her long soft hair was pushed to one side exposing the nape of her neck. He wanted to stroke and taste it. His skin hungry for longer, more pressing caresses than those glancing grazes across the table. Waterbirds cried out at each other as she watched. He moved silently, she didn’t turn. Instead, she moaned reflexively as he touched her. Pushing her ass back into him when she felt his breath on her neck. Relishing the feel of him against her body, at last.

“I wanted to squeeze these the moment I saw you” he spoke, his hands softly reaching around, grasping and kneading her full breasts.

“I vant you Karim”. She moved against him as his cock hardened against her ass.

She turned and they stood face to face, giving into impulse they kissed deeply. Their first kiss but so full of want and familiar affection. He pulled away from her lips and stared at her.

“I won’t leave Carina” he admitted.

Petra swallowed, struggling with something.

“I love you” she told him. His countenance didn’t soften.

“I loved you too but that wasn’t enough for you to leave Matteo”.

“Don’t punish me for that, Karim. I vas wrong but in the end I came to you”.

Ah yes, he thought, the end. Years had passed, three years.

“It’s too late”.

Her grey eyes tried to hold him but couldn’t, instead they filled slowly with tears.

They were silent for a moment. The sounds of the water, the roads nearby, their hearts beating against each other as they stood, still so close. Finally she spoke slowly, softly pleading.

“Please, jus… this once. Today. Give me jus that? Just once. Even if ve never meet again?”

His brow furrowed but she persisted softly. Her round breasts pressing against him, his arms folded about her slim waist, his hands resting on her ass. Her ass that had been a focus of so much of their chats. He wanted to see it, feel it naked, breathe it in, push himself into it. He wanted to see the way she looked at him as he took her. To hear her call him daddy. Karim knew that Matteo never had.

“All the things ve talked about, all the things ve shared, please just give kuşadası escort me three of those things. Ve can go somewhere, you will be back in time. You can tell yourself it happened in the past”, she went on, “we can live just a few hours from those years ago, when ve were both in love. Then vhen it’s over. Everything ve were is far in the past. You return to the present and walk away”.

It was insane, immoral logic.

He had wanted her so much, for so long. Despite this she had decided to stay with another man. Matteo, whom Karim was convinced she loved less. Karim was sure that Petra’s passion and need were never met by Matteo.

Karim knew what she wanted, he had been ready to give her what she needed. They had gotten so close. Then, having told Karim everything but the words “I love you”, Petra had disappeared before they could meet, abandoning their connection completely. To hear her say those words now had felt strangely out of time.

Before then he had promised to meet Petra if she ever needed him. Now she and Matteo were over, suddenly she was back. No explanation just a plea. She said she needed to see him, needed his friendship, his support. There wasn’t anything he could give her that someone else couldn’t. He knew her reasoning was bullshit.

Surely this was a ruse, an excuse, maybe even a trap. Yet, despite his happy secure relationship, he’d wanted to see her. He told himself that he deserved closure. Carina didn’t like it at all but she agreed, just once, during the day, somewhere public. The bakery, a brunch. Broad daylight and busy streets and then home.

When Karim had first met Petra, it had been at a house party. Matteo had been heavily inebriated. Petra had been trying to get him safely to an upstairs bedroom. Matteo was a big muscular guy, and hadn’t been completely cooperating. She was having limited success. The pair kept slamming into walls. An amusing sight for the other party goers. Karim had seen too, except instead of just watching, he had instinctively thrust himself under Matteo’s other arm and assisted. The three made their way slowly but much more steadily up.

The sounds of the revelry below had throbbed through the house as the trio had ascended. They had come to a fairly high up bedroom. With some persuasion and effort Matteo had gotten on to the bed.

Then they’d began the struggle to take off his shoes. Karim had barely avoided getting kicked in the head by the semi conscious 3rd. Finally after a bit more of a struggle they’d got him laid out in the recovery position.

They’d both wound up disheveled, sweating and breathing heavily. Looking each other over properly for the first time they’d burst into laughter. Matteo had stirred agitatedly. Petra had put her hand to her mouth and made an exaggerated “shhhh” sound. Indicating to the balcony. Karim had followed her out grinning inanely.

“Hi” he’d whispered across the darkness “I am Karim”.

She took his hand and shook it.

“Nice to meet you Karim, i’m Petra” she whispered back “thank you for your help. Don’t mind if I sit my legs…” She trailed off, plonking herself on the wooden slatted floor.

“Well, you know I couldn’t resist helping out such a…delicate beeaaautty” Karim laughed indicating back inside to the now snoring Matteo with mock admiration. Petra chuckled.

He sat himself down next to her on the floor. She was already looking up away from him, gazing at the stars still visible in the lightening sky. It was pretty late, maybe 4am and he was quite buzzed, so was she. He looked at her more intently now, her straightened blonde hair, her curvey figure.

Suddenly Petra farted.

“Oh shit” she smiled.

“Oh no worries” he said “I…I like a good fart myself” smiling slyly, his deep brown eyes twinkling.

“Ha! I vish Matteo did” she laughed, ” he hates my farts”.

Karim knew he was drunk when he heard himself say,

“Yeah well, I like them. I wish someone would fart like that all over my cock. It’d make me so hard”.

Petra laughed raucously. As she did Karim froze up a little bit, kicking himself inside for saying something like that out loud. Looking him over as she laughed, she noticed his stiffness. Stopping suddenly with wide eyes she gulped.

“Oh my god. You’re not joking are you?”

She could see he was embarrassed. It hadn’t been her intention to kink shame him. There were a couple of unopened beers by the leg of the table next to them. Though she was already quite tipsy she grabbed two and offered him one.

“Vell, whoever gets to do that with you. On you. They’re lucky. I would love to fuck someone who was so relaxed about normal body thinks. Or even better finds them to be sexy” she’d said, unaware of how this was affecting him. He didn’t seem to react so she added to it.

“Matteo von’t even fuck my ass, he says it’s dirty. I even took enima and he wouldn’t”.

“You want him to fuck your ass?” Karim asked, shuffling around a little awkwardly on the kuşadası escort bayan ground, trying to adjust his bulge without being noticed.

“It’s my favourite think”. She put her hands dejectedly onto her face, looking out at the sky. Her soft sweet face, with full lips Karim wanted to kiss.

Kiss as he worked his thick cock up into her dirty little hole, knowing that she wanted it as much as him.

But they were strangers then. You didn’t normally talk about this stuff with a stranger. Especially not a beautiful stranger with a six foot four musclebound boyfriend in the next room. Consciously their conversation that first night veered awkwardly, in reverse, off sex and onto other mundane friendship things. They swapped numbers and that’s how their chats started.

That doorway into the intimate and sordid however, was left quietly ajar. Their next conversations whisked past it, the following peeped into it and finally late one night went back through. Karim was pretty open minded, he had a lot of fetishes but anal was the big one. Over time Petra had confessed just how open and anally fixated she really was too. There had been mutual delight in discovering someone as filthy, their kinks matched pretty well almost perfectly.

They had continued to be just friends. At the time Karim had dated casually and Petra’d lived vicariously through his experiences. Though she always had admitted that she was jealous. Her sex life had been more, far more, frustrating. She’d been committed to a partner whom she loved but in bed they wanted very different things.

Her frustration had boiled over fairly early and a line was crossed. They didn’t meet in person but she instigated the first time they role played. As they’d started to talk dirty in their chats, their genuine friendship and affection for one another grew. They’d caught feelings. Petra however had also felt guilty. She hadn’t been willing to leave Matteo. Instead as it got to the cusp, where something had been about to boil over again into the real world, she left. In her absence Karim had been through a gauntlet of emotions.

Since then though, he had met and fallen for Carina. Carina was beautiful, short and curvy and liked it in her ass too. He loved her, he didn’t need to stray. They had a laugh, they’d built a life.

Yet, here was Petra begging for him. Begging for him to use her, to taste her, to penetrate her. It would all have happened in the past if she’d only let it. If she had only been brave enough to let go, he would have caught her. This was meant to have happened already. What was happening now?

“Okay” he heard himself speak.

“Okay? You mean yes? Jus this one time?”

He nodded wordlessly. Petra took his hand. They walked along the canal a little more and came to the edge of a pathway leading into an old overgrown part of an old cemetery garden.

“Tell me three things that you want” he heard himself say.

He didn’t want to be a douchebag cheater but these feelings predated Carina. The pathways that these impulses fired on had been worn deep by years of obsessive desire. This desire had ascended becoming more and more alive, now it was a need. Everything else was pushed out of his head.

They didn’t have years, months or even days to play out everything that he and Petra had wanted. There were so many things. So many things they should have had. Her suggestion seemed fair, to choose just a few. Not a sensible suggestion, nothing was sensible about this.

They climbed through fallen branches, past tangles of thorny brambles. And stopped, surrounded by the green, overgrown grass and bushes. She sat down on the edge of a monument. A butterfly came and rested in the sunlight next to her. Fanning it’s wings, heating it’s body for flight.

“Jus three things. Okay… I vant… to eat your ass hole Karim, make love to you with my tongue and mouth. Taste you, just like i always wanted. Feel your rubbery man pussy stretching dirty and delicious on my tongue”.

Her filthy words made his cock twitch. She was never afraid to talk to him like that, in a way no one else had.

“And…”

“Two… I vant ass to mouth, so I can taste us both. I vant us to kiss and share taste while you fuck my ass. Tasty kissing with my… Daddy”, his body stiffened as she dropped the last word in her husky accent. Big grey eyes trained on him.

“And…”

“Three. I vant you to make me gape really wide”.

She went into her bag and pulled out a black eyeliner pencil, ” but I vant to remember it, to have something to cum to after today is done. So vhen you have gaped me nice and wide with your big Daddy cock, take this. You… write “Daddy’s hole” on my ass. Use my phone, take picture of it. All messy with your cum dripping out of it”.

Karim had to hold himself back a bit hearing all that. Especially the last part. And she wanted all this here, in the outdoors where they could be caught. Unholy acts on concentrated ground.

They escort kuşadası laid their things out over a patch of soft grass in their makeshift clearing.

“Okay Petra but everything else I decide”.

“Yez Daddy” she bit her lip as gazing up at him with intensity.

“Strip” Karim sat back and watched her remove her clothes slowly, his cock throbbing as she revealed her smooth creamy skin. Her big round breasts were perfect. He wanted to burry his face between the globes of her juicy ass. Hold her pretty shoulders down and feel her strong smooth legs pulling him into her as they fucked.

She had a landing strip of light brown pubic hair but her lips below were naked and already glistening with arousal. Her long blonde hair hung just below her shoulder blades. She was gorgeous.

“Turn around and shake your ass for me”, he could see that she felt a little foolish but she did as instructed. He enjoyed watching her ass meat wobble obscenely.

“Bend over and show me your dirty booty hole” he demanded, stroking his long hard prick.

He was still angry about the choice she had made. He could feel rage ebbing and flowing in waves. How easy would it be now just to wank himself off on her full needy ass and leave her weeping with humiliated frustration? He was tempted but this time would never come again. If he didn’t do this now, he told himself, he would never know what it was like to be stuffed up inside her guts.

He sat back on a little grassy throne, her king for as long as he had her. Watching her holding her ass cheeks apart for him. Her ass hole winking darkly from between her smooth round cheeks. If he watched her like this too much longer he would have to get up and taste her. Maybe she knew it, perhaps she was trying to use her pouting little ring to control him. To beckon him.

“Turn around and play with your fat slutty tits for me” she did as instructed but he thought he noted almost a little disappointment or agitation. Yes, he thought, maybe she had expected him to come to her ass straight away. It pleased him to feel like he had thwarted her. She displayed her full tits to him, pulling at her nipples, squeezing her full tits together.

“What is Daddy’s little slut thinking about?”

“Daddy’s asshole” she replied simply, as her tits bounced, illiciting an internal groan from him.

“What about Daddy’s asshole baby?”

“What it tastes like… I bet it tastes amazink. I vant to kiss it and tongue it so badly” her innocent tone, made his balls tighten.

“Crawl to Daddy slut. On your hands and knees, keep your bottom high for Daddy”.

Karim couldn’t remember ever having made so much precum in his life. He felt himself get even more slushy as he watched her crawl the short distance. Her round booty high on full display, her slim waist and back arched low all the way to him. Rising to his face she went to kiss him.

Abruptly he pulled her back by her hair.

“No no no, pretty butt slut, you have to ask nicely first” her grey eyes were full of tears again.

Petra wanted, longed, needed to show him the love she had denied him and herself all this time. Tethered by her hair she could see that pretending, wouldn’t dull the anger flashing in his eyes. He didn’t seem to understand that she had also been denied his love, also been heartbroken. Also suffered. But she knew too that it had been her choice and didn’t expect his compassion. She hadn’t meant to fall in love, hadn’t meant to hurt anyone.

“I love you” she wept sincerely, in desperation “I love you… I love you Daddy please kiss me”.

He relented, she meant it, he could feel it now. Letting go of her hair, his eyes examined her with more softness. Their lips pressed into each other, mouths merging in passion. Her tears running down the sides of his face.

“Please Daddy…” She breathed between hungry kisses “Please let me kiss your ass hole, I want to show my love, my feelings for you. Please”.

He lay back, pushing his rolled up jumper under his hips. He spread his legs wide as he watched her. She stared intently at his hairy ass. He’d never seen her look at anything the way she stared now. No one had ever looked at his ass hole like that.

“I vant… a picture of it” she said slowly.

“That… isn’t part of the agreement” he retorted. She sighed resignedly, eyes full of desire fixed on the place he shat from.

Lowering her face to his hole, tracing her fingers on his inner thighs. She moved lovingly, adoringly to breathe in his scent. Looking up at him before smiling and diving softly towards his ass hole with her mouth.

He had always wondered if she had really meant it, when she said she wanted to make out with his ass. Now he could feel her, watch her doing it. Her tongue whirling wetly, drawn to his vortex in tightening coils. Warm soft full lips pressing and teasing. Probing tongue lapping him, suckling on him, heated, wet, needy, worshipful.

Pleasure coursed through him as she made out with his asshole like she really was making love with her mouth. Probing and stretching, pushing warm saliva into his dirty place, sucking it back out. Her tongue swirled and teased his sphincter. Tracing wet curls around the inside rim. He could hear her hot breathy moans of pleasure muffled by his butt. It felt amazing.

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So, we are making breakfast. I am in the kitchen cooking. Whipping up some scrambled eggs. I am in my bathrobe, and your now cum-stained, baby blue cotton panties that you had me wear last night. You come into the kitchen and kiss the back of my neck. You are wearing your own bathrobe and pink, fuzzy slippers.

You coo and say, “last night was wonderful, honey. I love you so much. You took it like a champ.” You hug me tight from behind, and then reach around to undo the tie around my robe. You then begin caressing my cock over the panties. “Hmmn, you say, looks like somebody came a lot last night.”

“You know I did,” I say.

“Want to come again?” you ask.

“What? We’re making breakfast.”

“Yes, we are. Mine.” You start to press harder and more insistently now with the base of your palm and my cock begins to swell to your touch. You pull back my robe, and it falls to the floor around my ankles. You are still rubbing my cock between the panties. It is at full erection now, and I begin to leak precum onto them. It relubricates the dried mess already there from last night’s encounter. With a swift and forceful tug from behind, kuşadası escort you pull the panties down and they fall to my ankles just above the robe. You grasp my cock from behind and squeeze. It twitches and throbs in your hand. You begin to slowly stroke it and you lean in to whisper in my ear. “This is what I want, you say. You want it too. Don’t you? You love it too. Don’t you?”

You move your free hand to my chest and caress it. You pinch a nipple hard between your thumb and index finger, and you nibble on my earlobe. You move your hand up to my lips and enter my mouth with your index finger, then another finger. I suck them in.

“Yes. Lick it. Suck it. You know what to do. I don’t have to tell you. Suck a good boy.”

You remove your hand from my mouth and reach over to turn off the stove.

“I think the eggs are done now.” And then you slide your hand down and around to my backside where you place your lubricated finger against the tiny entrance to my ever-loosening hole. You press your index finger inside of me, then you introduce another and wiggle them around. You push in to find my prostate, kuşadası escort bayan and I gasp, becoming lost in throes of ecstacy and submission.

Meekly, I plead, “but we’re making breakfast.”

“I know, baby, we are. You were,” you say and chuckle to yourself, as I bend forward at the waist without being told or even being fully conscious of my actions. My ass pushes back into your fingers, my face and arms above the sink. You press further into me. You run your fingers around in a circular motion, and I can almost feel my new entrance loosen and open for your intrusion more with every movement of your fingers.

Your right hand retains its grip on my cock but you are careful not to stroke it now. It is your other hand that has gone to work this morning.

“Do you like that?” you ask in a warm, nurturing voice.

“Ahh.” Is all I can say.

You repeat the question, “Do you like that?”

“Yes, oh, yes.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Oh, no… Don’t stop. Please don’t…”

“Stop?” Your fingers hold still.

“You begin to pick up your rhythm. You No… Don’t stop.”

“What’s escort kuşadası the magic word?”

“Please!”

“Good.” And with that request, your resume your thrusts, all the while holding tight to my purple, pulsating cock, never once stroking to the thrusts of your hand from behind. Your fingers are pumping me fast and hard now in and out of me. Still my ass pushes back to meet your thrusts.

“Harder?”

“Yes,” I stammer, eyes closed and mouth drooling.

“What?”

“Harder.”

“Harder!”

My knees begin to buckle and knock together. My whole body spasms. “Oh my god, I’m cumming!” The muscles at my anal opening obediently squeeze your fingers now. Squeezes and releases them, then squeezes and releases them again, like taking breaths. I moan over the sink. You push in deeper with your fingers during the moments of release, but your rhythm slows. Your other hand releases its vice grip on my cock. It points southward now, and you notice that an unbroken stream of cum dribbles from its head down to the blue panties around my ankles above the kitchen floor. You finally pull your fingers out of me and slap my ass. You grab my balls with your other hand as I begin to straighten up, and I can feel you smearing my balls with the cum on your fingers.

“I should use this as lube next time, don’t you think?” You lean in and kiss me on the cheek. “Now, we can have some breakfast,” you say. “I love you, baby.”

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Daniel Ch. 07: A Proctor , President

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Daniel Ch.07: a Proctor, President and Olivia

Daniel does an Irish Proctor, the President and the tattoo girl

WARNING: This new story adds to the Daniel series, the teacher at the all female private school. Within the series involves scenes of graphic sex including seduction, reluctance, cunnilingus, discipline, breastfeeding, anal and incest. If that is not what you are looking for don’t read on. All sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by female adults over eighteen years old.

My name is Daniel Johnson. I have my PhD in English Literature and am in New England and am now a Professor and Disciplinarian at an extremely private girl’s boarding and finishing school.

In my first story you can read were my dominance all started when I fucked a girl on the overnight train and then a woman from the hotel bar. The girl was the Dean’s over eighteen years daughter and the woman was the Dean’s wife and the girl’s mother. I fucked them both one night in my school quarters but was caught by that Dean. Situations changed and he offered me a full time assignment.

I have sex regularly with my over eighteen year old Independent Studies students, their Proctors, other teachers and odd pick-ups from females from the local college. Each Friday my senior Independent Studies students get a good fucking and girl-on-girl sex as we act out scenes from Gothic erotic novels.

After having at least monthly sex with Amelia the owner and President of this prestigious all female school she passed me the rains of being President. She moved a huge financial grant into my control. When she wanted a good fucking in my office she continued to use the newly installed small elevator to my quarters especially since she wanted the ‘desk treatment’ and was too old to climb the existing three flights of stairs.

However this story is from the second group of Independent Studies students and the President. I came back from Winter Break where I was a widow and well cared for by my three over eighteen year old daughters. The belly of my youngest daughter, EG, was just beginning to show my child. My daughters took turns draining my balls of cum while my cock found warm wet mouths, pussies and asses to make those deposits.

After triple teaming me that last night my daughters put me on the train in the morning weeping and kissing me goodbye for now. Guys boarding the train could only hope in their hidden thoughts for young females like mine wondering with illicit thought if they were my daughters. The Conductor finally had to pull my daughters back so the train could leave.

What a coincidence but Mr. Williams was my room attendant and told me several of my students were just down the hall. I had a busy dinner with my students buzzing all around me then I sat in the dining car.

Later I moved to the club car for some alone time. My attention to the Gothic novel I was reading was displaced by a pair of legs and the swish of a short but pleated skirt. Long raven black hair cascaded down her back reaching below where her ass had to be.

I thought the outfit; short skirt, white blouse and black and whites indicated a student; if not to our school then one of the other local private or religious schools. She looked my way quickly and I saw her deep green eyes and freckled cheeks. She swung into the same bench seat where Penelope had first sat and as I looked her obvious red panties were on display.

I made an ‘ahem’ noise and she looked my way. “Yes?” she said.

“You might want to sit a little more demurely,” I pointed.

“Are you in the habit of looking up a young woman’s skirt and looking at her knickers?”

“Well are you the type of young girl who sits in public and shows them off? If so then I’m the type of man who will gladly enjoy the show.”

“I’m not a young girl, as you said, I’m twenty one and on my way to be a teacher of First Years and their Proctor.” (First Years were actually 7th grade, the initial grade accepted to our prestigious school.)

“You have a lovely accent. Where are you from Ma’am?” I teased.

She laughed and her eyes sparkled. “I’m from Ireland and like I said I’m coming to America to be a teacher and my position is with a very prestigious women’s finishing school.”

“Well saints preserve us, are you now?” I said in my best Irish accent.

“And what might be your name young lady,” I teased again. “People where I’m headed call me, Master Daniel.”

She laughed. “Master, is it? Well since I won’t be seeing you again, my name is “Aine” (Awn-yah) and its meaning is linked to the goddess of summer. And with that I says my goodbye,” and with that stood to leave the club car.

When she was walking I rolled my fat cock up onto my outward thigh. Aine stopped to say something else and looked down. Her eyes locked onto my cock and she hissed when I purposely pulsed my thick length under my trousers. She stood there, frozen, as I pulsed my cock several times. She brought her fingers to her lips and moaned fethiye escort then turning swished out of the club car.

Soon after that I retired to my room. During the overnight train ride my door opened and quickly closed but the light from the passage way showed me it was a female figure. I heard the sound of clothing being removed then my covers were pulled back and I felt a naked female. I thought maybe one of my seniors was pushing the envelope and taking her chance for her pleasure.

The intruder reached into my boxers and fished out my long thick cock and slid her wet lips down my length. She coughed a bit when my fat cockhead hit the back of her mouth but breathed through her nose until it breached into her throat. She moaned on all my cock, half in her mouth and half down the tightness of her throat. She pulsed her throat tightening on my shaft driving me quickly to the edge.

She pulled back and let her spit and saliva roll down my cock then sucked it back up. She went at my cock like someone was gonna catch us and she wanted my cum. She brought me to the edge over and over but squeezed my cockbase to prevent me from blasting my cum down her talented throat.

She slid off my cock giving it one last kiss then moved over me on the sleeper bed. Her wet pussy settled on my chin then she moaned when my lips captured her clit. I sucked it hard pulling blood into that knot causing it to swell. My fingers slid between her naked pussy lips and entered her hot wet cave. She groaned as my two fingers moved with her and I licked and sucked her knot and drank the honey dripping from her pussy.

One of my techniques to help a woman cum is to rapidly roll my knuckles across her clit and pump my fingers in and out of her quim. My secret partner groaned deeply in her throat the trembled on my chin and fingers. Her thighs gripped my cheeks as she lost herself into a powerful climax.

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” said a female with a distinct Irish accent.

My knuckles rubbed her through several climax aftershocks as I got a gift of pints of pussy juice to savor and drink down. “Oh fuck stop!” she groaned as she fell back on to my chest and belly. My hard cock lay against her cheek and a spry tongue licked my crown. She lay there breathing heavily for some time then rolled off, turned, and settled herself sitting on my groin.

Her hand grabbed my cock and I moaned as I felt my cockhead slide through what had to be a warm wet pussy. She held my cockhead between her pussy lips and against her clit and rode her cameltoe up and down my shaft. She rubbed my own underknot against her own swollen clit faster and faster.

Before I could spray her belly with my own hot thick cum she soaked my belly with her own hot juices. “Fuck!” she growled and let down more hot juices wetting my balls and the bed. The accent was not American. She trembled through additional climax aftershocks as she circled her clit with my captured cockhead. She pulsed the base of my cock shutting off my need to cum.

She groaned as she rose on her thighs and with determination worked my cock slowly into the opening of her hot tight pussy. She worked her hot wet opening side to side and up and down taking my thick cock up into her tight pussy. She let out a hissing breath once my cockhead entered into her oven. It was tight so she rose up then pushed down taking more cockshaft. After several minutes my fat cockhead tapped the hot roof of her pussy.

“Oh fuck, Master Daniel, your cock is destroying my little fanny. Oh fuck I be cumming Sir. I’m cumming just having worked your big cock into my fanny!” she groaned and wet the both of us again. “Your fat cock pulled on my clit and rubbed me into cumming! Oh fuck you feel so good!”

“You better be on birth control girl!” I groaned as she started riding my cock with her tight hot pussy.

Before I could acknowledge that it was Anie she started ridding my cock like a jockey going for the win. I grabbed her tits and squeezed hard also pulling on her nipples. She groaned and her tight pussy pulsed on my cock. I moved my hand down to where we were joined and pinched her swollen clit, pulling it and rolling it between my fingers.

“Oh fuck, Master Daniel, oh fuck, oh fuck!” she groaned trembling, my hands on her tits holding her up. I felt her hot juices run from her pussy soaking us again. “Your big cock is making me cum, Sir. Oh fuck here I go again!” she growled as her body trembled again as she dropped her tits onto my torso and shook like she was being shocked.

She groaned and bit into my shoulder so I slapped her bare ass several times. She moaned then kissed tenderly where she had bit me. I held her tightly as she trembled through climax aftershocks crunching my cock within her tight hot pussy. My visitor rubbed her clit on the base of my cock pushing herself over into another climax.

She couldn’t control herself and bit me again. My hand came down hard on her sweaty ass several times and escort fethiye all she did was tremble on my cock. Her lips found mine and she kissed me deeply then tenderly as her tight pussy rode all along my cock, crown to base. She groaned and leaked hot juices when she took my cock deep and rubbed it against the doorway to her womb. She rubbed herself into another climax.

She kissed me all over then slid off my cock and the bed. She was on her knees and took my cock into her mouth and cleaned it of her thick pussy juice. She worked my cock again taking me to the top and holding me off. She slid to just my cockhead taking whatever pre-cum onto her tongue.

Her tight lips moved up and down my shaft sucking tightly on my crown trying now to get my huge dose. I let go and filled her mouth.

I felt her move and she grunted then she painted my cockhead with my hot cum. She did that several times then took my cum anointed cock back into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed several times moaning her pleasure. She cleaned my softening cock until satisfied then slid back into my bed. She moved her ass against me like spoons and pulled my hand onto her bare breast.

She was twenty one and could fuck like a champ. I’ll have to send the Irish Embassy a thank you letter, Not! It seemed she didn’t have enough as I woke to find my cock up into her tight fanny once more. (‘Fanny’ is ‘pussy’ in Ireland). She tenderly fucked her pussy on my cock until I hugged her tightly and filled her with my hot cum. I breathed rapidly as she coaxed the last of my cum from my balls into her hot oven.

“Thank you Master. I found that some of your senior students were on the train and I made fun of this old guy ‘Master Daniel’. They screeched and told me who you really were and if I wanted some of the best cock in all of New England that I’d better get it before we were on school property,” she said to explain.

She then gripped my hand to her breast once more. She twerked her ass on my cock when I gripped her mound of flesh and pulled out her hard nipple. I fell asleep with my cock in the crack of her ass. When the morning breakfast horn sounded she had left my bed.

“Knock, knock Master Daniel, it’s me Mr. Williams. Oh damn Master Daniel this room smells like dere was fucken gone on! Someone left her red panties here on da floor. You sure do get yous share of trim Master Daniel, you sure do get yous share of trim!” he said laughing.

He brought those pair of red panties from the middle of the cabin floor up to his nose and took a deep breath. “Damn dat some sweet smellen pussy! Yes Sir, dat some sweet smellen pussy!” He handed them to me and I brought them to my nose. They were soaked and fragrant with Anie’s pussy juices.

I asked him if he wanted them. Mr. Williams burst out laughing. “Oh no Sir! Dem dat got dem off is dem that keeps em!” and laughed strongly.

My cock twitched thinking about her mouth and pussy being around my cock and receiving my hot thick cum. I wondered when I could get her tied down on my desk and feel her Irish ass all over my cock. I dressed and put her panties in my pocket and went to the breakfast car. It was filled with other senior students and I got many ‘woo hoos’ and full on lips kisses.

Since we were off school property I got to look down unbuttoned blouses to eighteen year plus breast cleavage. The brave ones gripped my big cock under the table and rubbed up and down as they leaned in for a long deep kiss. They held my cock as they moaned through their French kisses.

I claimed my bag and the station platform was as busy as 9 1/2 with squealing students and the coaches to take them to school grounds. I went to my suite and unpacked then reviewed plans for the Spring Semester. I went to the cafeteria only to see a sign that service would start with breakfast. I was about to walk to town when a female called “Master Daniel, Master Daniel, Sir.” It was Wendy.

“The cafeteria is closed but I was on my way home. My mom is over and is cooking up something for dinner. Would you like to join us? My mom talks about you all the time asking if you were coming over again. I think my mom is more concerned with cumming off your cock,” Wendy burst out laughing.

She looked around quickly then reached up and kissed me deeply also rubbing my long thick cock. Since my life has changed I am not one to pass up some ‘no strings attached’ fucking. I told Wendy I would definitely come but not to call her mother. We turned towards the school apartments and I squeezed her ass hard. She moaned. “I’ve missed your cock Master Daniel; I have so missed your cock!”

Wendy opened the door and her mom, Cindy had her back to us at the stove. I walked behind her and slid my hands onto her matronly breasts and gave them a hard squeeze. “What’s for dinner Mom and more importantly what’s for dessert?” I asked while I tweaked her hard nipples.

“Oh Fuck, Mr. Daniel Sir. You scared the life out of me. I think I peed my fethiye escort bayan panties!”

“Well let’s check,” I said as I slipped my hand under her skirt and palmed her pussy as she moaned and opened her thighs. I ran my fingers against the gusset of her panties and she was wet and got wetter the more I rubbed in the cleft between her labia. I circled her knot pushing it against her pubic bone and she let down a gush of juices.

I brought my wet fingers to her lips and her wet tongue snaked out and cleaned them. I leaned in and bit her neck then turned and sat at the table. Cindy trembled then took a deep breath and went about finishing dinner. Wendy plated the table in A+ Hospitality style.

We had a wonderful dinner but Cindy would not hold my eyes. Dessert was good and the table was cleared. The baby, Kattie, fussed so Wendy went in to feed her. She returned bare breasted and moved my chair and sat onto my lap. “This is for you Master,” Wendy groaned as she brought a hard nipple to my mouth. I sucked that nipple and all of her aureole into my mouth and drank the balance of her breast milk.

Wendy moved back and unbuckled my pants and I lowered them to the floor. Wendy dripped milk from her other breast onto her palm then coated my cockhead. She put the hem of her school skirt in her teeth then ran my cockhead between her wet labia. She wanted my cock and found the entrance to her pussy and took my cockhead into her heat.

Wendy groaned and slowly slid down my cock moaning as my thickness pushed out the walls of her hot sleeve. She settled on my lap taking as much of my long thick cock that would fit up to the roof of her pussy.

“Oh that feels so fucking good! I’ve longed for your huge cock to fill my ass or let me suck it off” she groaned as she brought the other nipple to my lips. I sucked the rest of her milk as she rode up and down my cock. Her pussy was one tight wet oven.

I bit her nipples and breast flesh as she rubbed herself under her skirt. I went to kick off my loafers and pants to prevent getting them wet from leaking pussy juices when Cindy knelt down and removed all that. I told her to stand and remove her blouse. Slowly each button opened until she removed her blouse and displayed her matronly tits.

I took one in my hand and squeezed then pulled on her hard nipple. Cindy groaned and leaned into my palm. I gave her other breast the same treatment. I ordered her to remove her skirt and panties. She unzipped and the skirt fell to the kitchen floor. She was not expecting getting fucked so she had on plain white panties. However there was a wet stain between her thighs.

I ordered her to turn around and slide them over her ass and down her thighs. I next ordered her to bend over and remove them and put them on the table. I ordered her to spread her legs and pull her ass cheeks apart. I could easily see her matronly pussy was dripping juices down her inner thighs.

I coated two fingers and brought them to her anus between her cheesy ass cheeks. She groaned as I circled her dark lips then slowly pushed my finger against her back door until it yielded and let my finger tip enter. I told her to hold onto the table while I fuck her daughter.

Wendy was riding my cock for all her pleasure. Her tight pussy was pulsing all along my cock as she rubbed her clit into a strong climax. She groaned and trembled going up and down my shaft taking my cock deep. “Oh fuck, Master Daniel, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” she moaned and soaked us with hot juices.

Wendy was squeezing all along my cock riding it faster and faster. She was driving me closer and closer to my climax. Wendy’s nipples began spraying her milk as her thighs tightened on mine. She screamed behind her teeth and slammed down on my cock. My cockhead was gripped by the hot top of her pussy and pushed me over the edge.

My hot cum blasted against her cervix painting that doorway over and over. Wendy felt my heat and twerked on my cockhead taking all my cum up into her cavern. I felt her tightness milking my cock for all the cum I had with my strong climax. Wendy rubbed her clit against my thick cockbase and pushed herself into another climax.

Her juices soaked where we were connected and I felt her hot juices bathe my balls then run down my inner thighs. She trembled as she slowly rode up and down on my long thick cock letting it out to my crown then taking it all up deep. Wendy moaned and groaned having taken my cum in her pussy and not in her ass.

“Oh Master Daniel that was sooooo gooooood,” she groaned. “I’ve missed your cock during the Winter Break dreaming about when you would be inside me again. Oh fuck, I’m still feeling you fill my pussy with your thick cock. Oh you can have me anytime you want Master.”

“Wendy, I came in your pussy. You didn’t switch me to your ass.”

“Don’t worry Sir. I’m safe in my cycle,” she said then kissed me deeply; (she was not! See the epilog of Chapter 6.)

Wendy rose slowly and let my cum drip onto my cockhead and lifting her skirt watched it run down my cock and gather on my balls. She stood then gripped her mother’s hair and positioned her between my legs. “Clean Master Daniel’s cock Mother. Do a good job getting him hard again and I’ll let him fuck your naughty ass.”

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“I can’t go through with it!” Jessica said, panting as if she couldn’t breathe.

“Yes, you can,” Emily replied.

Jessica and Emily were my work colleagues. We always hung out together at lunchtime and sometimes after work.

“I am going to call it off,” Jessica said, grabbing her phone out of her back pocket.

“No, you’re not,” Emily said, taking Jessica’s cell phone.

I sat down, shaking my head. It had been like this for the last two days. Jessica was getting married in three days to Steven, a younger guy she met online.

Both Jessica and Emily were in their late thirties, but they liked men in their early twenties. Self-proclaimed Cougars, so they said.

“There is so much I wanted to do, before I got married,” Jessica said as she calmed down.

“All of which you will get to do, still,” Emily said, passing her phone back to her.

“Three more days, not much time,” I teased.

“Shut it Carl,” Emily smiled at me.

Emily was already married to her young cub, a twenty-year-old named Martin.

Emily had just turned thirty-nine and was looking forward to her fortieth birthday. Unlike Jessica, who was thirty-eight, who was dreading getting older.

I was forty-one and liked my life. I had a great job that paid the bills and two good friends, no girlfriend or wife to tie me down, so I got to go on many dates. I didn’t go for the younger girls. I liked women my age or a little older.

“You are coming right?” Jessica asked me two hundredth time.

“Of course, he is,” Emily smiled.

Emily was always smiling. She had a smile that could light up a room and the body to go with it.

She had short dark black hair and a body that most women craved. A set of H cups to boot. She was curvy in all the right places, hips, thighs and ass. She had a slight pudge to her stomach but not overly big. She turned heads wherever she went.

“He has that pool going on that says you will run away,” Emily shook her head.

“Still?” Jessica said. Jessica shook her head. “I won’t,” Jessica said, putting her foot down.

“You said that last time,” I replied.

“Thane was a pain in the ass, literally,” Emily shook her head. “That doesn’t count.”

Thane was a younger man, and he was always bragging that he made more money at his real estate job than all of us put together.

He didn’t tell anyone that his Dad handed him the family-run job on a silver platter. All he had to do was show up.

“Exactly, he doesn’t count,” Jessica folded her arms over her impressive bust.

As her best friend, Jessica was no slouch in the bust department. She had an impressive K Cup measurement, and she was slightly thinner than Emily, which made her breasts the main thing guys would look at, besides her firm ass and thick hips. Jessica had long brunette hair that almost came down to her ass.

“Well, my bet is on that you don’t make it to the ‘I do’ portion of the wedding,” I smiled.

I was a tall black male. I was a gym rat. I loved working out when I wasn’t at work or on the basketball court with my friends. I shaved my head bald every other day because I was balding in the middle of my head, and I didn’t want anyone to know.

The only two that knew was Emily and Jessica. We knew everything about each other. First, we started at a postal job, then we all left there and found this job at a warehouse. We had known each other for going on eleven years and counting.

Most men and women that we encountered couldn’t handle our relationship. I had seen both these women at their worst and their best. I would drive cross country to help both of them in a heartbeat, knowing they would do the same.

“You’ll see,” Jessica smiled.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“I’m impressed,” I admitted later at the after-party.

“I told you,” Jessica said. “And thank you.”

“I didn’t do anything,” I shrugged.

“You made the bets so that I would go through with it, don’t lie,” Jessica smiled.

“I know how much you like to prove me wrong,” I nodded. “Steven looks like a nice guy, even for his age.”

“Age has nothing to do with it,” Jessica said as she strolled over to him. “You could talk to Denice,” Jessica said, looking over at the twenty-two-year-old sister of Steven.

“No thanks,” I shook my head.

“Two down one to go,” Hank, our boss, said as he came and joined me at the bar.

“No sir, not me,” I shook my head. “No plans to put a ring on this finger, ever.”

“That’s what I said before I met my wife,” Hank said, looking at the large woman in the middle of the dance floor.

Ellen was a big woman, even now as she danced in a bright blue dress. Most of her body jiggled and bounced along with her.

“She’s happy,” I smiled.

“She’s fat,” Hank said as he turned back to the bar.

“You’re no Adonis,” I said, shaking my head.

Hank had tried to talk me fethiye escort into convincing Ellen to lose weight, but she told me she was happy the way she was, and if Hank didn’t like it, he knew where the door was. I had to agree with her.

“Ah!” I said as I held my hand up before he could say a word. “If you’re going to give me it’s okay for men to be big and not women speech, I hear it all the time at the gym, it’s an excuse, if you want her to lose weight then lead by example, keg belly,” I said as I patted his large stomach.

Hank shook his head. He had come with me to the gym twice, and both times he hated it. I tried to get him on a low carb diet, but he failed, so I knew he wasn’t planning to lose weight soon.

“Come,” Emily said as she grabbed my hand. “Hi Hank, bye Hank,” Emily said as she dragged me to the dance floor.

I was not too fond of dancing, but for these two, I would. It made them smile when I danced. “Thought I would rescue you,” Emily said as we danced together.

“Thank you,” I nodded.

“Denice has been starting at you,” Emily said.

“Nope,” I shook my head as I looked at the paper-thin young girl with no curves.

“She’s thinking of getting implants,” Emily said with her eyes wide. “We know how much you love boobs, and you’ve never felt fake ones.”

For a second, I pictured Denice’s thin body with huge implants, and for a quick second, it excited me then I remembered the conversation I had with her.

We had different tastes in everything from music to culture to even television shows.

“Nope,” I shook my head. “Need something more tangible,” I said.

“Oh, because Martin is the best conversationalist,” Emily rolled her eyes. “All he talks about is his video game obsession and sports.”

“But, he has a big white cock,” I smiled.

“That he does, and he knows how to use it,” Emily said.

“Now who is lying?” I asked.

Emily gave me a look, and I smiled. “I’ve seen your wish list, remember?”

“Damn it,” Emily shook her head. “So, his lacking in the stamina department, he still knows how to get the engine running.”

“What about engines?” Jessica asked as she joined us.

“Talking about Martin and his monster cock,” I said.

“It’s fucking huge!” Jessica said as she stretched out her hands for measurement.

“Not that big,” Emily said, shortening the distance between Jessica’s hands.

“But,” I said.

“No stamina at all,” Jessica shook her head. “What’s the record, three minutes?”

“Just under,” Emily said, disappointed.

“At least he can use his tongue,” I shrugged.

“There is that,” Emily nodded.

We knew everything about each other, even our sex lives. I knew Steven had a smaller than average dick, but he could go multiple times. He never uses his tongue or goes down. So that was the big bad, but I told Jessica that she shouldn’t have to if he didn’t. She agreed it was the best for both of them because she admittedly hated sucking cock.

“We should get out of here,” Emily said.

“The three of us?” I asked. “Why?”

“I don’t know, I just feel like this isn’t our scene,” Emily nodded.

I had to admit I didn’t know most of the songs that played, and most of the guests were ten or more years younger than me.

“Thought….” I started to say.

“Just come along,” Jessica said.

We said our goodbyes, and the groom wasn’t too happy that his wife was leaving, but he had little choice.

“What’s really wrong?” I asked as we got in the elevator at the hotel.

Jessica and Emily looked at each other. “We aren’t happy,” Jessica said.

“You just got married!” I said as we exited the elevator and headed for their rooms.

“I know!” Jessica shouted. “I should be over the moon, but I am not, neither is she.”

“Hate it,” Emily admitted.

All of this was a surprise to me. They said things I didn’t know for the first time, and I didn’t particularly appreciate hearing any of it.

“Why am I only hearing about this now?” I asked as we entered the large room.

“Because, we didn’t want to hear that you told us so,” Emily said, throwing her purse on the couch.

“Or bragging that you were right about the age difference,” Jessica sighed.

“I don’t know how other women do it,” Emily shook her head. “All he wants to do is turn up, and all I want to do is turn down,” Emily said, plummeting on the couch.

“Steven talks about his future and how much he wants kids and a large house with dogs and….” Jessica said as she also fell onto the couch. “I just want to be married, get fucked daily, and watch television.”

“Fucked daily would be nice,” Emily nodded.

“I have to admit that part does sound good,” I nodded. “Then break up with them right now,” I said. “Don’t think about it, just do it.”

“On my wedding day?” Jessica asked and shook her head. “His mom escort fethiye would have a fit.”

“No shit, she hates your guts, but she will probably be happy about it also,” Emily said.

“Martin’s dad did want him to move and go to that college,” Jessica said.

“There you go, if it’s anything you two can stay with me, until you get on your feet,” I shrugged as I sat in the chair.

“Lets do it,” Emily nodded as she picked up her phone.

She got up and headed for one of the rooms. Jessica followed suit and went to the other room. I sat in silence and got something from the minibar.

It took a long while, and since they broke up with their boy toys, we were asked to leave the hotel room by the hotel staff. I nodded and walked with the girls down and through the hallway.

There were many mad people and a few looks, but I kept telling them they had done the right thing. If they weren’t happy, they had to do something about it. No use waiting to pull the bandage off.

“Well,” Emily said as she got off the phone. “He says I have till tomorrow to get my things or he is throwing it out.”

“He can’t you both own that apartment,” I said, shaking his head. “Call the company and tell them what happened and you will be taking your name off the lease. He will get a nice phone call after that,” I said.

“Okay, will do that in the morning,” Emily nodded.

Martin couldn’t afford that lovely apartment by the beach by himself, and he knew it. So, I was sure he would want to talk a little better after being notified that he was the only one on the lease agreement.

“Steven?” I asked as I looked at Jessica.

Jessica and Steven were living at one of Steven’s mom’s rentals. She owned four houses and gave them one.

“Not so lucky, she started throwing things out already,” Jessica shrugged.

“None of it was yours anyway,” Emily laughed.

“Except for the clothes,” Jessica shrugged. “Shit! The bras!”

“Well, you still have his credit card,” Emily said.

Jessica quickly picked up her phone, and we heard the conversation. She threatened to go online and use the credit card to ramp up a considerable bill unless Steven and his mum didn’t go back outside and pick everything up.

I laughed when he said that he was going now. “He didn’t have to give in, you know?” I said. “You guys aren’t technically married until the license goes to….”

“Shut up!” Emily said. “He doesn’t know that,” she whispered as the conversation continued.

“Here, I can’t talk to her,” Jessica said as she handed me the phone.

“Hi,” I said.

“Who is this,” Rebecca shouted down the phone.

“First lower your voice or I will raise mine,” I stated. “Second I am Jessica’s friend, I was the one that told her to break it off with your son.”

“Then you’re an asshole,” Rebecca stated calmly.

“Or I am the best thing to happen to you and your son,” I said.

“How so?” Rebecca asked.

“Look at him, he is unhappy now right, probably on the verge of crying and sniffling like a child?” I said.

“Yes, you’re not helping,” Rebecca said.

“Who is going to be there to pick up the pieces?” I asked.

“I have to since that tramp….” Rebecca stopped.

“Who will he listen to in the future and how many times can you hold this over his head, you told him she was bad for him, and you were right,” I said.

Rebecca fell silent, and I heard the noise from the road outside. “You just moved out of earshot range, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Rebecca said, very calm. “You’re saying he will finally listen to me?”

“You hold the advantage here, you can call Jessica all the names in the world, first he will protect her, then….” I said, leaving the door open.

“He will hate her guts, and admit I was right,” Rebecca said.

“All you have to do is pick her stuff up put it in a sealed box or two at the end of the driveway and we will pick it up,” I said. “Tonight, just a quick drive by and we will gone.”

“She has to leave the credit card in the mailbox,” Rebecca said.

“Deal,” I said as I hung up.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It was a quick drive over there and a short drive back, and we were back at my place. Emily and Jessica were both happier.

“You know,” Emily stated. “There are two rooms, in here,” she said, noting the obvious.

“I can sleep on the couch,” I nodded.

“Bullshit, it’s your house,” Jessica said.

“Yeah, one of us can share your bed with you on some nights, and the other can have the spare room,” Emily nodded.

“Sounds fair,” Jessica nodded along.

“Wait,” I smiled.

It was finally coming together now. I was a dumbass. I shook my head.

“You guys played me!” I said.

“What us?” Emily laughed.

“We are totally innocent,” Jessica blinked her eyes quickly.

“How long?” I asked.

“Since fethiye escort bayan Sharon was out of the picture,” Emily smiled.

“The exact day after,” Jessica nodded.

“So, the whole don’t want to get married thing? And the big cock thing?” I asked.

“He does have a big cock,” Emily nodded.

“I really didn’t want to get married,” Jessica nodded. “But everything else, we made up.”

“So you were happy?” I asked.

“Not overjoyed, but content,” Emily nodded.

“And now?” I asked.

“We can truly be together,” Jessica nodded quickly.

I could live with the lies and everything else if it meant I could have both my girls.

“You know the whole fuck each other daily thing, was a good touch,” I nodded.

“We can start right now,” Emily said as she walked to my bedroom stripping her clothes along the way.

“Definitely,” Jessica agreed with her friend.

I rushed towards the bedroom, chasing them into the room and onto the bed.

“Fuck,” I said as the two of them started sucking on my dick. Both of them, in unison, licked and sucked on me.

It was like they had practised this moment for a long time. I pushed my fingers into both of them and fingered their holes.

“How about that tongue? Is it as good as Sharon said?” Jessica asked.

“How about you sit on my face and find out?” I stated.

Jessica quickly sat on my face as I held her hips down and used my tongue to get her off.

I felt Emily slide down onto me. Her tight snatch gripped my cock as she bounced up and down on my dick.

I was on cloud nine and above it for the whole night. One would ride my face while the other got on top of me. We fucked nearly all night, in the bedroom on the couch, on the additional bed. It was like we were making up for the lost time.

Since we had the day off, we spent most of it fucking each other’s brains out. When I wasn’t fucking them, I was either getting tit fucked or fucking one of their tits.

Oral sex was a huge part of Emily’s favourites as she sucked my cock any chance she got. Jessica liked using her massive breasts to get me off.

While I enjoyed watching Emily ride me reverse cowgirl, I loved watching her ample ass bounce up and down. I also enjoyed seeing my dick totally disappear between Jessica’s incredibly huge breasts.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“So, I was right,” Hank said as the two girls gave their two weeks notice. It was the right thing to do since the company didn’t like the idea that we all worked together.

“Yup,” I nodded as I sat down in his office.

Hank had said that we couldn’t be just friends and that one of them liked me more than the other. What he didn’t know was that I was fucking them both.

“What now?” Hank asked.

I slipped my notice across the table. The girls had found a new job, where we could all work together and get paid for doing what we liked.

“You too huh?” Hank asked.

“Yeah, we have to stick together,” I nodded. “Thanks, no hard feelings?”

“None at all, good luck,” Hank said.

I went back home and found the spare room changed to a studio of sorts.

“The camera is remote controlled,” Emily gasped.

We used all our money to get more extensive beds for both rooms. And had turned the spare room into a studio. Complete with cameras and laptops.

I was going to work on my writing and editing while the girls were going to do what many women with huge boobs and asses did. It was Martin’s idea. He was going to help them get started.

I knew the guy was a huge pervert. He was making money on the side, showing his monster cock online. So, he wanted to keep the apartment, so they agreed on this idea. He would help them if he got a cut.

The first month was hectic as we had to get our schedules in order, but it was amazing how much money they made. My editing job was taking off as many freelance, and self-publishing authors out there needed editing help.

The cherry on the cake didn’t come until the year date. We had officially been together for a year. We had moved out of the house and into a bigger house in the suburbs.

I had a better job with an editing and publishing company. Emily worked at a restaurant/bar, making a very decent wage. Jessica was in school learning how to cook, even though I told her cooking was excellent.

Then the cherry fell onto the cake. I came home to both of them with wedding rings on their fingers. Before I could say a word, they said yes. Now we were heading for Jamaica for our honeymoon.

“Well?” Emily said as I got out of the shower to a beautiful sight.

“Which ass are you going to fuck first?” Jessica said as they both waved their naked asses in front of me.

“Or which one are you going to cum in?” Emily asked.

“The answer is both,” I said as I lined my cock up with Emily’s. “First yours,” I said as it was nearest me, and I had thought of fucking her ass for years. “Then yours,” I said as I looked at Jessica’s naked ass.

I pushed my cock into Emily’s plump ass and watched the head of my cock disappear inside.

It was the start of a beautiful new relationship.

The

End

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THE DREAM GIRLS

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THEY WISH THEY WERE US: A DAY AND NIGHT IN THE LIVES OF TWO TYPICAL INSTAGRAM INFLUENCERS

a short novel in ten parts

by Holly Lori Annalee

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[WARNING: This ten-part story contains graphic depictions of sexual violence, hate speech, elements of non-consent and reluctance, coerced drug use, non-scatological interaction with human feces, and the copious consumption and expelling of various body fluids.]

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Part 4: Anal and Awful

7:25 pm

First, the elevator went up.

On the sixth floor, a man in his mid-thirties entered wearing dark jeans, a heather-grey polo and expensive-looking brown shoes. He was almost six feet tall, fairly fit and strikingly handsome with a full head of lazily styled brown hair. He flashed their drop-dead gorgeous hardbodies a once-over, saw that they were headed to the first floor like he was, backed up against the side wall and turned his head to look away. He waited. Hum-dee-dum-dum-dum.

The doors shut.

“Hi,” they both said to him, in extraordinary unison.

“Hey,” he said. He looked up. They were both staring at his body.

“Are you married?” Kim said. Her eyes were trained on his crotch.

“I’m, uh, I’m sorry?” The man reflexively felt for his wedding band with his thumb. Yes, he was in fact wearing it. He hadn’t even meant to do it, it happened so fast.

“Are you married?”

“Yes, I’m-“

“Do you have a good cock?” Jessa said.

He looked at both of their faces, back and forth. What?

“I’m sor-“

“We’re going to the bar,” Kim said. “Then we’re going back to our room to fuck. You can come fuck us.”

Jessa looked into her phone and lost interest.

“You’re going ba-“

“We are going to fuck each other. If you want to fuck we’re in 303. Shave your face but don’t take a shower. And wear your ring.”

“And clean your asshole,” Jessa said. “And don’t fucking jerk off first.”

“We want all of your cum,” Kim said. She brought her phone up and started flicking through pics. Business concluded.

He was speechless. Upstairs, his wife-seven months pregnant-was asleep after a long day of exploring. Currently, he was on his way to the store to get a few things for her. He had never even considered cheating. They were so happy together, and he loved her deeply. The insane, once-in-a-lifetime offer of casual sex with these two jaw-dropping young sexpots invaded his happy space and made him reevaluate all of his loyalties in a maddening instant.

“What, um, time? Just… in case.”

“Just, like, later tonight,” Kim said in a huff. Fucking figure it out yourself, Einstein.

“Well, um, I’m Ted. Hey.”

They ignored him.

The elevator doors whisked open on the ground floor and Jessa followed Kim out onto the main floor of the hotel. They both kept their heads in their phones, scrolling Instagram. They clacked across the floor and Kim had to look up to see where the opening to the outdoor patio bar area was located.

Ted watched them so long he almost didn’t make it out of the elevator before the doors shut again. His arm shot out and he stepped out to watch them go. He stared at their asses and legs as they dripped wet, hot, tantalizing sluttiness through the lobby and imagined what it would be like to fuck them together. His cock had already burst into a throbbing, painful erection, and he felt sick to his stomach at the looming decision. Its obviousness was already devastating.

It would be a long evening for Ted.

Outside in the lush patio area, everything was hyper modern and fabulously designed. This was their kind of setting for snapping pics and doing videos. There was a giant garden overhanging a perfectly placed towering cliff rock across flawlessly manicured grass, and to their left was a magical-looking bar, stylistically lit and appearing to be carved into a huge rock.

The view of the sprawling lake in the golden light was essential. They did their thing, snapping pics of themselves and each other, each one containing a carefully articulated version of themselves that fit the personalities they had established through their accounts. These artificial personalities were based on other influencers they obsessed over, or had wanted to be like at one time or another.

When they were finished snapping pics, they took videos of themselves together blowing kisses and laughing uproariously. After a few tries at this, their sesh ended. Kim and Jessa strutted over to the bar to relax and look at their pics and vids.

The bartender was a young, dark, handsome man with chiseled features and great thick black hair done in a very cool style. He wore a tight blue button down shirt that showed off his fantastic upper torso.

They approached the bar and both of them caught him looking at them. Kim sidled up and sat down in a high stool while Jessa stood next to her scrolling through her pics.

“Hey! What’s up?” Kim said.

“Quenching thirst, all I’m doing.”

“Are you?”

“I kayseri escort think we have, like, free drink tickets or something?” Jessa said, not looking up.

“Sure. Room number?”

“303,” Jessa said.

“Mmm, why do you need our room number?” Kim said. She swished her hair around a little and gave him a naughty look, even though he was tapping things into a screen in front of them, not watching.

He laughed and stepped away from the screen. He placed his arms out wide and looked at both of them.

“So I can hook you up. What’re you having?”

“What do you want us to have?”

He thought for a moment, then snapped two fingers.

“I’ll surprise you.”

“I’m Kimmy, and this is Jessy, what’s your name?” She shifted quickly so her big tits jiggled for him, and she pursed her lips and lowered her eyelids seductively.

“You can call me Cal.”

He smiled and went to work making drinks, and Kim watched his body. Jessa stayed planted in her phone. Another male voice spoke up to their right.

“Take enough pictures?”

They both turned to look. Many seats down from them sat a sloppy-looking, leathery-skinned middle aged man in sandals, khaki shorts, a Hawaiian shirt and some stupid beach hat. He was smirking. His comment had been a tease.

This man had chosen poorly.

“Did you watch us take pictures of ourselves?” Kim said, acting bubbly and smiling. Both girls gravitated over to him, walking in a certain way so that by the time they got to him he would definitely have an erection.

He seemed to be caught off guard by their reaction, and he blushed.

“Well, I was just lookin’ around.”

“I’m Kim, and this is my best friend Jessa,” Kim said, and she sat on the stool next to him, letting her bare knee graze his leg.

“Hi,” Jessa said. She remained in her phone. It was Kim’s turn first.

“Uh, Pat. Nice to meet you.”

“Are you here with your wife?”

Pat almost spilled the drink he was holding.

“N-no, she’s, ah, back home. I’m just traveling for b-.”

“What do you think of our outfits?”

Jessa, stuck looking at her phone, spun around slowly so Pat could see everything.

“Well, they really, ah, show how much you girls, you know, work out. I could actually stand to get some exer-“

“I’m gonna go back to my seat, kay Jessies?”

Jessa raised her head, and Kim leaned in to kiss her sloppily, like in porn. They used a lot of tongue, and showed it off for the gross man. They made slopping noises and moaned for him. When they were done, Kim looked into the man’s eyes, then slowly looked down at herself. His glazed eyes followed. She slid off the stool slowly so that her dress got pulled up, and she exposed her naked lower half to him, spreading her legs so he could glimpse her pristine snatch.

She stood up and walked back to where they had been. Jessa dropped her phone to her side, and she got closer to Pat. Her turn.

She just looked at him with cold curiosity. Pat was feeling a little bit crazy. It had all happened so fast. He hadn’t really meant anything by the question, it had just been for fun, maybe to start a conversation. This girl was so unbelievably beautiful, though, that he couldn’t look away from her angelic body. He stumbled and bumbled through a ridiculous attempt at small talk.

“So, uh, do you-did you girls use the gym they have in there? It’s-“

“We don’t go to the gym to exercise.” This was, of course, a total lie.

An awkward moment passed. Jessa stared into his eyes. She peered into his loser soul like a child might peer into a museum exhibit. He didn’t know what to do.

“Oh, well I mean, there’s-“

Jessa moved over and pressed her small, soft breasts into his arm. He could feel her hard nipple piercings. She spoke to him in a low voice.

“We just fuck. That’s how we stay so hot. We fuck each other. A lot. Kimmy gapes my asshole and I fuck myself with a big, black dildo, and we play with each other’s hot, naked, oiled bodies. We fuck other people, too. A lot. Anyone who’s hot and especially anybody with a big… hard… cock. I need to have cum put into me every day or I just can’t fucking stand it.”

He blinked. She got close to his ear and whispered like a little girl.

“Aww you gonna put youw pee-pee in my no-no pwace again tonight, Daddy?”

She brought her head back around and examined his body with a look of pure disgust, then looked him in the eyes again. He was frozen.

“We would never fuck a boring pussy like you, but if you have ten thousand dollars to give us you can come watch us fuck in room 303 tonight.”

Jessa’s face brightened and she giggled like a schoolgirl. She turned around and walked back to Kim, finished with her little fun. Pat rushed to drink down the rest of his drink, then stood up and swiftly fled into the building, probably to jerk his wrinkled little penis or some shit and maybe to cobble together a large sum of cash.

“Should I text Rachel to come?” Kim said.

“Are you, like, escort kayseri fucking gay? You’re so fucking obsessed with that ugly fucking whale, like what the fuck?”

“Ew, you fucking cunt bitch, she’s fucking bringing that shit for us like I fucking told you.”

“You’re just like fucking clearly a gay fucking dyke for that bloated reject.”

“I want to watch you commit suicide, like tomorrow.”

Jessa got bored with the escalation and changed the subject.

“Do you think we can get Stench to O.D.?”

“Maybe.”

“Don’t text her yet, I don’t feel like dealing with her mongoloid fucking wannabe bullshit right now.”

They sat on their stools and drank their drinks. Cal came back over from doing something, and Kim returned to her conversation with him.

“So, what’s the fastest you’ve driven it?”

“Got it up to, like, one-fifty a month ago.”

“Oh my god that is sooo awesome.”

A few minutes later, two landscapers walked up to the side of the bar on the girls’ left. They were both dark-skinned Latino men, short at about Jessa’s height, perhaps in their late twenties or early thirties. It had clearly been a long day for them. They both looked like they were completely dirty, and they were covered in a sheen of sweat. Their shirts and pants were stained all over, and their hair was still wet from hard work.

Cal went over to them and the three of them spoke Spanish, having a casual conversation. One of the men laughed. Cal motioned them over to his drink station towards the girls, and he began making something for them.

Jessa sat to the left of Kim, and she smelled them first. The men reeked of body odor. It was like a thick fog of vicious armpit. Jessa perked up. Her pussy had just become soaking wet.

“Holy fuck,” Kim whispered. “Do you smell those fucking dagos?”

Jessa noted Kim’s mistaken use of ‘dago’ for the Latinos, but she did not respond. She looked at the men, and they very obviously looked her and Kim up and down, raising their eyebrows in subtle approval.

“Cal,” Jessa said.

“Sup?” he said, and he put the men’s drinks on the bar.

“Tell them to follow me, I want to show them something.”

“Who? Those guys?”

“Yes.”

Cal looked at her quizzically, then shrugged. He spoke in Spanish to the two landscapers. They looked at each other and shrugged, then took their drinks, tilted them up and swallowed them down whole.

Jessa got off her stool and walked towards the hotel entrance holding her drink with her ass sticking out due to the heels. Kim rolled her eyes, then got her phone out and scrolled for a minute. She looked back up at Cal, ready to continue her masterful seduction of the hot bartender.

Once inside the building, Jessa looked everywhere. Time to be resourceful. The two Latinos followed a few yards behind her, assuming she had something she wanted them to fix. Jessa powered down one hallway checking doors until she found something she could work with. One door opened to a kind of large utility closet with some kind of huge HVAC contraption taking up a third of the space. It was lit by a single sconce light in the ceiling. There were all kinds of brooms and a tall shelf thing with a bunch of gear on it.

Perfect.

She motioned them in and shut the door behind them. Before doing anything else, she closed her eyes and sniffed deeply. Their pungent body odor filled her head, and she got dizzy with sexual excitement.

One of the men spoke.

“Want pleess?” He could hardly form the words. These two spoke basically zero English, it was clear.

Jessa set her phone down on one of the shelves, then pulled her dress up over her head and tossed it on the floor like it was business as usual. She was now completely naked except for her high heels and various jewelry. She turned her back to them, bent over, and showed them her asshole by pulling her ass cheeks apart. It all happened so fast that the looks on their faces hardly changed.

“Fuck me,” Jessa said.

They looked at each other and spoke Spanish quietly. She looked back at them, getting a little irritated that there wasn’t a sweaty, filthy fucking migrant cock in her asshole already. They looked rightfully baffled.

“Fuck. This. Fuck this hole, right here,” she said, pointing to her asshole.

She turned back around to them to teach something to the children. She put one index finger through her other thumb and index finger, signaling the international symbol for sexual intercourse.

“Fuuuck…”

She turned around and pointed to her asshole again.

“Here. Asshole. You. Fuck asshole. Sexo. Asso. Dicko. Fucking whatever-o.”

They looked at each other, and one of them raised his hands as if to say either ‘Why not?’ or ‘Do you understand her?’ It was hard to tell.

“Hellooo? Jesus fucking Christ,” Jessa said. She made an extremely loud, frustrated huff. “Dumb as fucking niggers and shit,” she said to herself.

She got down on her knees in front of one of the Latinos kayseri escort bayan and undid his damp, smelly pants, yanking them down to his feet with his soaking wet boxers. His oily shriveled cock was still completely flaccid. She stood up, pointed to his limp dick, then turned around and pointed to her asshole.

“Is it that fucking hard? Fuck my goddamn asshole, you stupid fucking spick garbage. Fuck!”

The other man patted the man with his pants down on the shoulder and started to take his own pants off. Now these illiterate monkeys were fucking getting somewhere. Shit!

Jessa had to get things moving here or she would be an old fucking lady before she got some random dirty cum pumped into her fucking anal cavity. She got back down on her knees and got close to the first man’s dark, cut cock. It smelled like thick body odor, rank musk, and just a little bit like ass. She opened her mouth wide and stuffed all of his dick and shriveled balls into her mouth with her elegant fingers. Even better-it tasted a little like old piss. Inside her mouth, while her tongue worked and she got it all wet, the cock began to rapidly swell and harden. Above her, the man groaned, and he staggered at the sudden sensation of this beautiful young girl’s soft mouth devouring his nasty, sour cock.

The other man spoke a few words in Spanish, but Jessa could tell from his intonation that he was not speaking to the man whose cock she was sucking. The other man was speaking to her, and it was probably dirty talk. It had taken them fucking long enough.

While she sucked the first man’s nearly fully erect dark cock, both men proceeded to get totally nude, kicking boots off and shredding their shirts.

The first man was in moderately decent shape, but he still had some pudge to him. His skin was dark and had only a few splotches of weird, wetted body hair here and there. There was a little patch of beard scattered across his neck, and his nipples were strangely fat and wide. He had ashy, dry elbows, a bunch of cuts on his arms from whatever work he had done, and he had a fairly huge fuzzy birthmark on one of his sides. His face was average, but he had a repellent hint of a mustache, like he was twelve fucking years old or something. His hands were small, and he placed them timidly on Jessa’s hair as she sucked his dick.

The other man, who was already as hard as granite and stroking his cock, had a swollen beer belly and a lot of gross body hair on his fat frame. A few places on his awful skin were crusty, and parts of his body had various-sized bruises. His left arm had a large black grease stain of some kind, probably from the day’s work. His face was squinty and bad, and his belly button was humongous. His waist and legs had long, ugly stretch marks, and parts of his thighs were wrinkly. This man’s hands were chubby and knobby. He looked like a stunted human being with no concept of cleanliness.

She took the cock out of her mouth and jerked it while she made eye contact with the other man. He said something in Spanish to the first man and they both laughed. Then, he looked her right in the eyes and pointed at the man whose cock she was trying to harden.

“Uno,” he said.

She nodded, trying to figure out where he was going with this. Next, he pointed to himself.

“Dos.”

She nodded again. The man turned around and bent over, exposing his hairy brown nightmare of an asshole to Jessa, and got a small dirt-covered flip phone out of his pants, then stood up, showed it to her and pointed to it.

“Tres? Quatro?” Both men laughed.

She shrugged as if to say ‘sure,’ and the other man laughed hard.

Jessa put Uno’s cock back in her mouth and gagged herself on it. She throatfucked his cock as hard as she could, and coughed up a good amount of throat slime in the process. Tears streamed down her face and she coughed and choked. While she did this, Dos talked to someone on the phone, clearly inviting them to a party.

Dos closed his phone, spoke Spanish to Uno, then wobbled over to her face. Dos’s dick was long and darker than Uno’s, and it was uncircumcised. His crotch was a tangle of disgusting black pubic hair that didn’t really seem to end up towards his stomach. The dick was disgustingly dirty, with tiny bits of black flakes and caked on scuzz from the unkempt flappy hood. The man was not hygienic.

That was what she wanted to go into her asshole right now. That filthy, subhuman sex tube. He put his stunted hands on his hips and pressed the gross cock against her perfect face, and she smelled it deeply.

He went around behind her to commence. She stood up, went over to the shelves, sturdied herself and spread her legs. She applied the throat slime to her asshole and bent way over into the shelves. Dos pressed his hard cock’s head against her slimy asshole, and Jessa closed her eyes.

Out at the patio bar, Kim talked to Cal with all the powers of her pornographic body and mouth.

“So where did your friend take those dudes?”

Kim sipped her drink and looked deep into his eyes.

“Probably just to get some cock.”

“Huh,” he said, maybe a little caught off guard.

“We haven’t had any yet today.”

“That so?”

“Well, we fucked each other, but we haven’t gotten our sperm yet.”

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