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The announcement came over the loudspeakers at O’Hare airport but the results were soon to be seen on every one of the Arrival/Departure Screens throughout the airport. The snowstorm that had hit the area was shutting down the place. I rushed to the counter to see if the airline was going to put us up in hotels or if they had made any arrangements with the local hotels to give us discounted rates on a room. No, and No. It was up to us to fend for ourselves.

I called our corporate travel agency and put them to work getting me a room. When I called back a half-hour later I was pleased to hear they had gotten me not just a room but a suite. Whew, I was going to be treated like a queen for the night. The hotel was just a short cab ride from the airport but that tuned out to be a major problem. The taxis didn’t want to give up their spot in line for just a short ride … they wanted longer fares. I went back inside and found one of those big racks showing pictures of the hotels in the area with a phone so you could call them directly with just a push of a button. I got mine and they said they had limo service throughout the airport and if I would go out and stand by the limo area, one would be by shortly.

As I was making this call I couldn’t help but hear a young woman trying desperately to find a room for herself. She was in her late teens and not too bad looking. I listened to her for a short time and then interrupted and offered to share my suite with her if she was interested. Interested, she damn near jumped me.

“Oh yes, I am dead tired and can’t bear to think of sitting in this airport all night by myself. You are sweet to offer it.”

We went outside and waited where I was told to be and sure enough a van with a logo of the hotel plastered all over it pulled up and we had a ride to our sleeping quarters for the night.

I started our conversation with, “By the way, my name is Judy and I am thirty six incase you are wondering,” and she responded with “and mine is Catherine and I am twenty.”

The suite was just that. It had a bedroom with a king size bed, a huge bath with a very nice sitting room for TV, writing desk with a mini fridge full of booze and all kinds of little treats.

“Catherine, it would appear we are going to be sharing the big bed unless you want to camp out on that small sofa in the sitting room.”

“The sofa looks kind of small so I’d just as soon share the bed with you unless you would rather sleep alone. If so, I’ll make do in the sitting room.” She answered.

“Oh hell, I invited you to share a room and when I did I never thought we would have our own beds so we will share this big one.” I said all the while looking at her sweet young figure with lust in my eyes.

“I haven’t eaten and before this place gets overwhelmed I would make the suggestion that we either go down to the dining room or have room service bring up a dinner. What do you say?”

“I’d prefer we ate in the dining room if you wouldn’t mind. I like to have some room when I am eating rather than try and do it on my lap.” She answered.

“Not at all. Let’s go.”

We had a nice dinner with perhaps a few too many drinks. I put the tab on the room so the company was going to pay for it and that thrilled Catherine. We were amazed at the number of people who had taken the airport van to the hotel without having a reservation in the hopes their very presence would get them a room. It wasn’t working for them.

“Catherine, we better get back up to the room before there is a revolt down here and these people storm the rooms.”

I couldn’t bring myself to think that would happen but it was getting nastier by the minute at the front desk. The desk clerk had already called security who posted two guards there but the crowd was at least well over seventy-five and it was growing with each van load. I was damn glad we had gotten our dinner before they also realized they needed more than a room. There was a bit of a feeling of guilt as we moved past the crowd and onto an elevator to take us to our room but it wasn’t so bad I was willing to share any more of the room.

We chatted about lots of things but most of all, our interrupted trip. I was going on a business trip and she was going to visit her grandparents. I was divorced and she had never had a boyfriend. Wow, that struck me as strange and when I asked her why all she would say was:

“Boy’s don’t turn me on and besides I am not that attractive.”

I went over to her and stood in front of her and put one hand under her chin and simply said,

“You are out of your fucking mind. You are very attractive.” She sort of recoiled at my use of the profanity.

We were standing near a full- length closet door mirror and I went up behind her and made her face the thing with me right behind her.

“Hey dummy, take a look at the girl you are saying ‘isn’t very attractive’. If you still think that after looking at yourself I ought to make an appointment for you with an ophthalmologist for a thorough eye exam.” iskenderun escort

I was right behind her and put my arms around her and cupped her breasts and she gasped.

“Besides being attractive you have a very nice figure. Just look at these lovely breasts.” I said as I was putting a little motion in my cupping of them. I lifted them and just nodded at our images in the mirror. Neither of us were beauty queens but I was hoping my caresses would lead to something a whole lot more.

“Do you think that or are you just saying that to be nice? She asked quizzically.

“Catherine, stand back and drop your skirt. I want to see your complete figure.”

“What do you mean. Are you asking me to get naked?”

“Well, that wasn’t what I was asking but in a little while you will be as close to naked as you can be when we get ready for bed.”

“Yeah, I guess.” She said and she reached around and dropped her skirt and laid it over the arm of a chair.

She had gorgeous hips and legs and as I had her pirouette I could see through her panties she didn’t shave her pubic area. I was quickly dreaming of getting my face buried between her long legs.

“Now take off your blouse but leave your bra on.” I instructed.

She did and I was then looking at a very desirable twenty-year-old gal.

“Catherine. Let me ask you something you don’t have to answer if you choose not to. Are you a virgin?”

You could have used the blush from her face to read by. “Yes, I am and I am embarrassed about that.”

“Why are you embarrassed?”

“Because I am twenty and all of the other gals in school had sex by the time they were eighteen.”

“Here’s another question you can choose not to answer, Have you ever ben real close to another girl?”

She looked at me knowing full well what I was asking but she didn’t want to discuss it in any detail, “No, I have seen some I would have liked to be with but they obviously thought I wasn’t pretty enough.”

“Geez, will you stop that self deprecating stuff. You are a nice looking gal.” And with that I unhooked her bra and let it drop. She caught it at her waist and sort of screeched, “What are you doing?”

I just wanted you to look at your lovely breasts that many gals would die to have. Look at them. She had her head turned to look at me and I almost shouted, “No, look at them, not at me.”

She turned to look at the mirror and I was still behind her and once again I reached around her and put my hands under her breasts, except this time they were bare.

“Now take a look,” as I opened my own blouse and unhooked my bra. “Your tits are every bit as large as mine.” I then reached down and dropped the pants of my pantsuit and stepped out of them saying, “and your figure is by far better than mine and I don’t have any trouble getting close to guys or gals.”

I figured I had to do something to get this to continue so I suggested, “Hey, how about I get us a couple of drinks out of the mini bar and we can drink them while we are in the sack talking?”

I didn’t wait for an answer and went over and got the drinks and led the way in to the bedroom. She followed close behind.

I laid my things over the arm of another easy chair and grabbed my small traveling case and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and take off my makeup. “I’ll be there in a minute.” I shouted.

She was right behind me and used the other sink for her night stuff and by then I was bare ass naked. I could see that she was sneaking peeks of me in the huge wall size mirror in front of us and to tell the truth I was doing the same to her. The way she was standing her tits were only really visible part of the time.

It was only a few minutes and I was tossing the covers down on the bed and pouring our drinks from the mini containers. She came back to the bed saying that she ought to dig out her night gown and I asked why for I was going to sleep in the nude as usual. The drinks may have loosened her up a bit for she sort of threw her skirt over her shoulder saying ‘Why not?”

She kind of jumped into the bed the way kids usually do and then reached over to the nightstand and got the drink I had put there for her.

I scooted over on the bed to be nearer to her and said, “Catherine, look down at your breasts and then look at mine and can’t you see how yours are far more attractive?”

She did and answered, “Well, sort of.”

“Sort of? Give me your hand.”

She did and I took it in mine and pulled it to rest on my breast. “Now give it a little squeeze and then take your other hand and put it on one of your own and give it a squeeze and you will see how much firmer yours are than mine.”

“Gee, you’re right.”

“Judy, I can see you shave yourself down there. Why do you do that?”

“Well, there isn’t any mystery about it. I wear a bikini type of bathing suit and I didn’t like my pubic hair sticking out around the edges of it so I shaved most of it. Do you like it?”

“I have antakya escort never seen one like that before. The showers in the girl’s gym were all in stalls and the girls would have a towel around themselves as they came out of them. Does it hurt to shave it?”

“No, not at all. All you really have to do is to trim it way down with scissors and then use shaving cream and a BIC type of razor. You can use an electric razor but I never did. I’d be happy to do it for you if you want. Keep in mind though that once you do it you will have to keep doing it or the stubble will drive you crazy. But you’ll be able to wear a bikini type of suit and show off your pretty figure instead of hiding it the way you do.”

She just giggled and it was obvious she was feeling the effects of the drinks she had at dinner and the one she was drinking right then.

“OK, please do it for me.”

I dug our a pair of scissors I use for work out of my briefcase and told her we ought to do it in the bathtub so she rolled off the bed and followed me in but not before grabbing her drink for company.

The hotel had provided a small traveler’s kit including a razor and shave cream so besides my scissors we were set.

“Catherine, I want you to sit on the side of the tub and I’ll trim it and wash the trimmings down the drain. Then we’ll have you sit in the tub and we’ll put a couple of inches of warm water in and it will soften up your hair to make it easier to shave. OK?”

“OK barber lady.” She replied with an alcoholic laugh

I started trimming and obviously had to ask her to spread her legs a little. She obeyed instantly with a huge giggle. My fingers just naturally trailed down over her pussy lips as I was trimming and I couldn’t wait to do the actual shaving in that spot. The trimming only took a few minutes and I was running the water to wash down the hair and then told her to wait a moment before we put the stopper in the tub.

I had her slide down and get the stubble wet to soften it and she obeyed perfectly. I let her sit there for a few minutes and used the excuse of wanting to get it real soft so I just had to run my fingers around the whole area. Following that I drained the tub and smeared the shave cream all over her pussy. I made sure my fingers dropped down between her pussy lips and just lightly brushed against her clit in passing. It was then time for the shave.

She had slid up to where she was sitting at the top of the tub and I was busy shaving away. I had the water running and going down the drain to wash the razor every time I had a glob of cream on it and then back to the shaving. I began using the fingers on one hand to spread her pussy lips while my other hand was busy with the razor. All of a sudden I could feel her shudder and then let out a small moan.

I kept up exactly what I was doing but I then let the fingers on the hand that was opening her pussy lips also slide up and occasionally touch her clit. That brought on a much bigger shudder.

“Slide forward honey and we’ll get you rinsed off.”

As I was splashing water up on her crotch to wash off the shave cream I was also opening her pussy lips to get the cream out of there. “OK, out of the tub and I’ll do the rest of it on the bed.”

“I thought you would do it all right here in the tub.”

“No, there are a few hairs around the lower section I can’t reach while you are sitting on them”.

She dried off and I led her back to the bed where I put a dry towel beneath her.

“Now lay back honey and open your legs wide.” She did and I thought I was going to die looking at the sweet virgin pussy staring me in the face.

I made believe I was doing more but was just using the excuse to have her on the bed with her legs open. When she was in the tub I noticed she loved to have me lightly touch her clit so I did that every time I slipped my fingers up and down to open her pussy lips. She didn’t disappoint; her moans became louder every time

“I finally said, there you are, smooth as a baby’s ass and twice as pretty.” As soon as I got the last word of that out of my mouth I leaned forward and kissed the outer lips of her pussy.

“Oh my God, that feels wonderful.”

I kept my mouth right where it was and kissed the whole area very lightly. As my lips brushed over the outer lips I stopped and put out my tongue so it just barely touched her clit.

That was like lighting the fuse on a firecracker. She threw her hips up at me and yelled, “Judy, what are you doing with your tongue?”

I lifted my face and just said, “Shhhh, honey. I am doing some of the same things you do to yourself when you are masturbating except I am using my super soft tongue.”

“Oh God, this feels so much better.”

I slipped around so I was lying between her legs and had a much better angle to use my mouth. While my tongue was doing its thing I had a couple of fingers penetrating her pussy as deep as they could reach and soon began finger fucking her while my tongue was bursa escort working her clit. To say she exploded would be the understatement of the year. She went crazy would be closer to the truth. Her hips were flying around so violently I had a hard time keeping my mouth where it was and then the river of her juices started pouring out of her. Gals don’t shoot their come like a guy does but these were literally pouring out of her. I was glad the towel under her was double folded or we would have had a wet bed on which to sleep.

My face was just lying against her lower abdomen and she was breathing so hard I was hopeful she was all right. I slid up, wiping my mouth on the towel as I went past it, and then I raised up to give her a long deep kiss. She threw her arms around me and pulled me to her.

“Judy, that is the first kiss I ever had other than those my mother used to give me when I was little. She stopped doing that when her and my dad divorced and she found another guy. I was left out in the cold right then.”

I damn near cried when I heard that. “Well Cath, I’ll have to do more of it to make up for lost time.”

She slipped down and nestled with her face in my armpit and just snuggled there tightly. It was as if she had found a new mother and she wasn’t letting go.

I was so horny my nipples were almost bursting and I had to figure a nice way for her to reciprocate on my pussy eating session.

I lay back on the bed and had my hand just lightly touching myself when I felt another hand moving in. “Judy, I’ll do that for you if you want. I have never done anything at all with either a boy or a girl so if you will just tell me what feels good for you I’ll do it?

“That would be great honey. Just do to me what you do to yourself when you are masturbating. You do masturbate don’t you?”

I looked over at her as I said that and her face was beet red. “Well, do you or don’t you?”

“I do but I am embarrassed to say so.”

“Damn, you get embarrassed too easily about everything.”

“Just use your fingers the way you do to yourself or the way I did to you.” I said.

Her fingers were just perfect except she wasn’t putting them in me. “Cath, how about slipping down between my legs and you will be able to slide your fingers in and out of me the way I did to you. It is almost as good as getting fucked.”

Oh shit, there I go with the profanity again and she will be all embarrassed.

Oh this gal takes directions very well. Her fingers were going in and out of me just fine but my clit was getting ignored. Now if I can only figure a way to get her mouth involved.

“Cath, kiss the lips of my pussy ever so lightly as you are doing that. It will feel great to me.”

“OK, I’ll try.”

She not only kissed the lips of my pussy but sort of buried her face between them and kissed deep inside as well. I put a hand on the top of her head and put ever so light pressure on it and then simply said, “Cath, use your tongue too.”

“Judy, I know you want me to do that but I don’t know what to do. I have read every book on sex I could get my hands on but that isn’t the same as doing the things in person.”

“Honey, just use your tongue the way you use your fingers but when you get to my clit just go very lightly. You’ll do it perfectly I just know.”

Sure enough she was eating me like a pro. She was a little rough at first but soon had it down pat. I could feel an orgasm coming on but didn’t want this to end so quickly. Damn, the only way I was going to be able to stop the orgasm was to stop her and I didn’t want that either so I just let it come over me. “God, here I come Cath.”

I exploded but not with anywhere near the volume that she did. As soon as I felt my juices stop flowing I reached down and pulled her up to me and planted a huge kiss on her still wet mouth with the juices that came out of me. She seemed to like the taste.

“Did I do it right Judy?”

“For the first time you did very well honey. You will get a lot better at it the more you do it to me.” She snuggled deeply as she heard that.

The TV news was giving us some horrible news. The snowstorm we were experiencing wasn’t going to stop until sometime the next afternoon and the airports were going to be closed for at least till the morning after that. We were going to be here for at least one more day and night. I immediately called to the front desk to tell them I would be staying another day and the clerk responded with “Oh, you made the reservation for three nights, didn’t we have it correct.” “Oh yes, I had forgotten that I did. No problem, I just wanted to make sure.” Thank God for an efficient corporate travel agency.

I called my business appointments the next morning to tell them I would be at least a day late and Cath called her grandparents to give them the same news. We were set. At least one more complete day with her.

Last night Cath cuddled so close I thought she would crush me. Just before we fell asleep as she was snuggling to me she said in a very small little girl’s voice, “I love you mommy.” I cried myself to sleep.

I awoke the next morning with her face in my crotch and her tongue working my clit as fast but as gentle as is humanly possible. She looked up at me and pulled her face away and asked, “Am I doing it right Judy?”

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A warm spring afternoon greeted the students of Morris-Daye high-school as they spilled forth into the world as classes ended for the day. The hall quickly grew quiet within minutes, save for after school clubs and the athletes making their way to the gym or the sports fields. Half of the hallway lights automatically shut off within fifteen minutes of the final bell, leaving the halls quite dim, even in the middle of the day. The entire “feel” of the school was eerie and almost unearthly in it’s faint “glow”.

Dawn, an early 40s teacher packed her shoulder bag and surveyed her classroom, before exited for the day. She nodded to herself, pleased with the condition of her little oasis, she exited. As she stepped out into the hall, she was nearly run over by a female student!

“Whoop!” The blonde student spun, barely avoiding Dawn, “Sorry!” She called over her shoulder as she hurried down the hall.

“No…” Dawn’s voice trailed off as the girl vanished around the corner, “running.” She shook her head and pulled the door closed. Her auburn locks has loosened throughout the day into a fly away mess, and many strands fell around her still youthful face. As she made her way toward the administration wing, she pulled out her cell phone and glanced at it. No texts, no missed calls… nothing. She sighed and slid it back into her bag.

“As usual.” She muttered.

A few minutes later, Dawn arrived at the offices and turned to enter, just then she was ‘greeted’ by a familiar face. The young woman who nearly ran her over in the hall did exactly that this time! The impact caused Dawn to stumble back and onto her posterior.

“Oh!”

The young woman followed her to the ground, landing between the teacher’s legs on her knees. Dawn’s knee-length skirt slid up her thighs allowing the student to catch a glimpse of her black panties. In turn, Dawn glanced down and could the girl’s large breasts barely contained in a hot pink bra. Momentarily enthralled by the young girl’s mounds of sweet flesh, her focus was broken by the girl.

“I’m so sorry!” The girl looked genuinely hurt and remorseful. Before Dawn could reply, two ladies from the office hurried to Dawn’s side.

“Are you alright miss Dawn?” One of the ladies asked.

“Miss Autumn!” the other scolded the student, “You’ve been told a hundred times to slow down and watch where you are going.”

The first lady helped Dawn to her feet. “Are you alright?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, I’m fine.” She straightened her clothing. Autumn, the student, picked up Dawn’s bag and handed it to her, “I am really sorry.” Dawn could truly see she felt bad.

“Autumn!” The other woman snapped, “That’s detention!”

“Awww!”

“No, you’ve been warned numerous times!”

“Fine!” She stamped her foot. Dawn tilted her head slightly and observed the girl for a moment. A strange feeling began to race through her. Confused, she swallowed hard.

“Miss Campbell?”

Dawn shook her head clear and turned her attention to one of the women.

“Would you like to discipline Autumn?”

“Discipline?” The word echoed in her mind for a moment, she knew what the woman intended, but for some reason, Dawn thought of a completely different form of discipline.

“Yes, detention.”

“Oh! Right.” She looked back to the young woman who returned her look with pleading eyes. Something truly “animalistic” stirred in Dawn. She felt warm and confused.

“Well?”

Yes… I-I think… three days.” She declared almost unconsciously.

“Three days?!” Autumn exclaimed. She stamped her foot again. Dawn noticed Autumn’s healthy chest bounce under her shirt and squirmed slightly.

“Autumn, come with me. I’ll fill out the form.”

“Fine!” She glared at Dawn for a moment before begrudgingly following the woman into the office.

“Miss Dawn, are you sure you’re alright?” The other woman asked.

“Yes, I’m fine.” Her words trailed off as she watched Autumn stomp into the office. For such a young woman, Autumn’s body was all adult! Beautiful round curves and a natural switch in her gait.

“Alright then, We’ll have Autumn report to your classroom right after final bell tomorrow. Do you have her in any of your classes?”

She pried her gaze away and looked to the woman who had addressed her. “No… I’m not sure I have ever even seen her before.”

“Well, she will be in your classroom tomorrow afternoon.”

“A-Alright.” Dawn smiled and proceeded into the office, past Autumn who was still pouting. For a moment they locked eyes, but Dawn’s attention was pulled away by another teacher who greeted her.

After Autumn took her detention note, she looked to the back of the office at Dawn, who, at that moment, glanced over her shoulder at the girl. Autumn glared at her and spun on her heel and stomped out.

“Ignore her, she’s a trouble maker.” The other teacher stated.

“What do you mean?” Dawn inquired.

“She’s so flighty and seemingly forgetful. I have her in one of my classes and she talks constantly, IF she shows up to class.”

“Oh, iskenderun escort wow!” Dawn replied.

“Yeah, I mean, she’s a very good student, in that she gets excellent grades, how I’ll never know. But she does tend to be a disruption and doesn’t often pay attention.”

“How does she get such good grades?”

“I honestly don’t know, she must work very hard at home.”

“I suppose that could be possible, to a point.”

After turning in her rosters for the day, Dawn made her way to her car and hopped in. She immediately felt something wet!

“What the hell?!” She reached down to feel the seat, “Not wet, so what-?” She paused and slid her hand to her panties.

“Oh my god!” She blushed when she felt how utterly drenched they were. I am entirely too old to begetting THIS aroused over a girl!

All day Dawn could not focus on anything, she let most of her classes have independent study/free time class work. She sat sketching and watching the clock. Some of her students were concerned when she told them she wasn’t feeling well. Dawn is well liked by faculty and students alike. She is always friendly and she treats her students as equals and they respect her for it. Students found it easy to relate to her as a peer and friend. Even though she is in her early 40s, she appeared to be in her early 30s, which caused students to be more comfortable with her. She has a vastly different teaching style from other teachers. She preferred her students to learn and succeed as a group. The better students helped lift up the poorer students.

She taught art, art history and philosophy. Most of her students saw her classroom as a sanctuary and safe space to be creative and expressive. She even decorated her classroom out of her own pocket to be less “academic” appearing and more comfortable. She always has music playing softly in the background. Some teachers and administration were “unsure” about her style, but her classes showing positive growth year after year could not be denied.

She had dreamed of getting away. Even though she loved to teach, her students and her little oasis she made for herself and her students she still longed for something new. Something exciting to break up the day to day, and heal her loneliness. She, long ago, resigned to staying at Morris-Daye and teaching until she retires. She sighed and glanced at the clock on the wall. Twenty minutes til final bell!

She suddenly found herself filling with nervous energy. She pulled out a small hand mirror and ran her hand through her hair and frowned. She hated the gray streak in her hair, but couldn’t bring herself to color it out.

“You’re beautiful Miss Campbell.” a small quiet voice broke her focus. She looked up to see a lovely pale-skinned girl draped in black with long straight black hair smiling at her.

“What?”

“I said, you are beautiful.” She smiled sheepishly. “I saw you look in that mirror and look upset.”

“That’s very sweet of you Carrie.” Dawn smiled.

“Sure, I hope to find a girl friend as beautiful as you one day.” She replied as she set a drawing on Dawn’s desk and rushed back to her desk. Dawn picked up the drawing and held it up. A young girl in the woods with a wolf and raven.

This is wonderful!

Dawn looked up at Carries and nodded approvingly. Carrie blushed and bowed her head to the desk, embarrassed. She set the drawing aside to hang up for later. Just as she started to slip back into a downward state, the bell rang, startling her. She stood up and smiled as her students began to gather their things.

“Okay everyone,” She called out, “Have a wonderful rest of your day and remember…”

“Be good to each other.” They all called out in unison.

“And be good to yourself.” She replied as they filed out. Each student said goodbye as they passed her desk. They all enjoyed being in her class and she enjoyed having them. Carrie stopped at the desk.

“Carrie?”

“Hey, I ..uh.”

Dawn smiled warmly, “Your drawing is truly wonderful, you have such talent.”

“Thanks Miss Campbell, I appreciate that.”

“Sure, I hope you continue to pursue art, you really have a great deal of potential.”

Carrie blushed and shifted uncomfortably.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to-”

“No, it’s okay Miss Campbell. I just… have a hard time taking compliments.” Carrie replied. Dawn smiled and leaned toward the girl, “Me too.” She whispered.

“Do you think I have what it takes to go to art college?”

“Of course!” She exclaimed, “As a matter of fact, I’d be happy to help you find a school and write a letter of recommendation.”

“Oh wow! Thank you Miss Campbell!”

“Of course, we’ll get together soon and look at options.”

“Okay!”

“Now, go home and enjoy your day.” Dawn said with a wink.

Carrie giggled and hurried out of the room.

After Carrie left, Dawn sat down, and took a deep breath. Mere moments later Autumn entered, a sour expression covering her face like a mask of discontent. bursa escort She sighed loudly to alert Dawn of her arrival. Dawn awkwardly jumped out of her seat.

“Autumn, please have a seat.” She gestured to a desk.

The girl dropped into the chair with a harumph!

Dawn perched on the front of her desk, took a long breath and smiled. After a long moment of silence, Autumn shrugged and spoke up.

“So, what do you want me to do?”

“Do?” Dawn replied.

“Yeah, like clean the boards, organize supplies?”

“Oh no, nothing like that.”

“So what then?” She asked.

“Nothing.” Dawn shrugged.

“Nothing?” Autumn tilted her head confused.

“Well, not nothing.” She smiled, “I don’t have you in any of my classes.”

“Nope, I’m not artsy.”

Dawn chuckled, “You don’t have to be artistic to be in my class.”

“But… you teach art.”

“Yes, and art history, as well as philosophy. Anyone can take an art class.” Dawn explained.

“But, I don’t have any talent for art, and I don’t really ‘get” philosophy.” Autumn said.

Dawn smiled warmly, “Autumn, talent isn’t as important as desire.”

“Desire?” Autumn echoed.

“Yes.” She slipped off her desk and went to a nearby bookcase and retrieved a book. “Here.” She set the book on the desk in front of Autumn.

“What’s this?”

“Just take a look.” She urged the girl.

Autumn sighed and opened the book. She leafed through the book, at first barely even looking at the pictures within. The longer she leafed through the pages, the landscapes and portraits began to grab her attention, and she slowed down and really started to examine the artwork within. Dawn began to relax and watch her really taking in each piece of art. Being close to this lovely girl made her feel… something.

“Miss Campbell?”

“Yes Autumn?”

“What can you tell me about this painting?” She pointed to a mother and daughter in the woods observing butterflies and a deer.

Dawn smiled and moved to a chair next to Autumn and pulled the book closer to herself.

“Ah yes! This is a mother and daughter discovering nature together.”

“Wow! The colors are so…”

“Intense?”

“Yeah!” She stared at the picture with amazement. “It’s beautiful!”

“So you like it?”

“Very much!” She sat wordless for a few moments, “The artist is amazing!”

“Thank you.”

Autumn looked up at Dawn wide-eyed. Dawn nodded and closed the book. She pointed to the name on the cover.

~Penelope Dawn Campbell~

“This is your art?!” She asked excitedly.

“Yes, I have several art books and a couple of books devoted to esoteric philosophy essays.” She said proudly.

“That’s amazing! You are so talented.” Autumn declared.

“Thank you Autumn.” Dawn’s voice was suddenly low to the point of almost being a whisper. Her body was reacting to this girl being so close and so complimentary. She put her hand over Autumn’s hand.

“Y-You’re welcome.” She stammered nervously. Dawn suddenly felt like she was making Autumn uncomfortable, and started with withdraw her hand. Autumn set her other hand on top of Dawn’s, and looked into the teachers eyes. After a few moments, Dawn broke away and stood up. She straightened her blouse and returned to her desk.

“Okay Autumn, it’s been 25 minutes, I’m going to let you go for the day.”

“Oh, okay.” Dawn stood up, confused. “You didn’t have me do any work.”

“No, but I’d like to think I opened your eyes.”

“Honestly, you did.” Her voice was laced with what?… lust?

“I-I’m glad.” She replied, “I will see you tomorrow.”

“Alright.” Autumn stood and slung her bag over her shoulder. She paused in front of Dawn’s desk for a moment.

“Autumn?”

“Miss Campbell, may I borrow this book?’

“Of course Autumn, enjoy.” She smiled.

“Thanks!” She replied and hurried from the room.

“Autumn!”

The young girl stopped and spun on her heel.

“Slow down.” She said with a smile and a wink.. Autumn laughed and left in a flash. Dawn shook her head and turned her attention back to her hand mirror. She traced the slight laugh lines around her eye and sighed. What am I doing?!

Once behind the wheel of her car, Dawn felt free and her mood would always change, typically, for the better. Instead of going straight home, Dawn would get on the freeway, or a 2-lane back road, roll down her windows, crank up her stereo and find her bliss. Music always made everything better. Her auburn hair whipped around her as she raced down the narrow back road The trees raced by on either side of her while music drowned out all other sound. She thought Why don’t I just pack my cats and just drive, leave her and don’t stop until I am somewhere I have never been.

She sighed and pushed her foot down. The car jumped and threw her back into her seat. As the car approached triple digits, she let out her most guttural, primal scream til her throat hurt. She pulled her foot off the accelerator and laughed hatay escort as the car gradually begun to slow.

“I should get home.” she said to no one in particular. As she turned her suv down another road to head toward home, her mind began to wander. Always prepared, she began to devise lessons plans and projects possibilities. She loved to constantly change things up and challenge her students, by keeping them engaged. A few miles from town and closing fast, Dawn’s mind wandered to one student in particular. One that isn’t taking any of her classes, Autumn. She shifted in her seat and could feel moisture building between her thighs.

“What the!?” She reached down and pressed two fingertips to her panties. “Soaked!? What’s wrong with-” Her breath halted in her throat as her fingers slid up and grazed her clit. She bit her lip and pushed her hand inside her panties. Her middle finger traced up and down her wet lips and shivered. Her first finger joined it and made slow rhythmic circles on her clit. Her other hand squeezed the steering wheel so hard it hurt, but she hardly noticed as she increased her pace and let out a moan. She threw her head back and gasped as she slowly pushed two fingers in her dripping wetness.

Dawn fucked herself with heated hunger. Building her pleasure with every gentle intense thrust. Her body began to tense, in turn, she pushed her foot and the accelerator to the floor. The closer to ecstasy she got, the faster her suv traveled. Her hips bucked violently throwing her head back she squealed in delight. Dizzy and disoriented, she removed her foot from the gas pedal and her fingers from her throbbing soaking wet pussy.

“Holy fuck!” She exclaimed as the car’s velocity returned to “legal” speeds. She held her fingers up, coated in her own juices, she smirked and lustfully slid them between her lips. She savored her taste for a few moments, before finally driving home. Still trembling from her earth-shattering orgasm, she turned down her radio and pulled into her garage.

That evening, Autumn lay on her bed slowly paging through the book Autumn loaned to her. She paused on one picture in particular. It was Miss Campbell, only younger. Back to the viewer naked and vulnerable looking over her shoulder. An almost innocent/shy expression on her face.

“Hmmm…” Autumn’s green eyes took in every detail. Her body seemed to “react”, and she squirmed. Soon, she jumped up and retrieved a notebook from her desk. All around the dimly lit room were signifiers of just who Autumn is. Walls painted purple, posters of rock bands, and anime. A handful of pictures of a cat, and one picture, prominently placed on her desk. A young red-haired girl with a genuine sweet smile and green eyes peering out of black rimmed glasses.

Autumn returned to her place on the floor and began to attempt a recreation of the painting in her notebook. Her first attempt was…crude at best. Barely much more than a stick figure.

“Damn!” She angrily flipped to the next page and begun again. Attempt after attempt. Hours passed as she feverishly drew, flipped the page and drew again. Not quite understanding her desire to replicate Dawn’s painting, she continued all through the night, without pause.

Finally, she had finished the last page of the notebook, yawned and glanced up at her clock.

“Five am!?’ She scrambled to her feet and raced to the bathroom, “Shit!”

Shedding her clothes she turned on her shower and jumped in. “I can’t believe I haven’t slept!” She said to herself while she lathered up her long blonde hair. As her hands slid across her lithe wet body her mind began to wander and wonder. What IS the deal with Miss Campbell? I mean, I get a funny feeling when I’m around her. I get all sweaty and nervous, but… not in a bad way. Like excited nervous. Almost like…no… I can’t be. But, it does feel like…Gabbie? But how? I mean, I was curious with Gabbie, but… I can’t be… can I?

She quickly rinsed off, wrapped herself in a towel and took a long look in the mirror.

“Am I… gay?” She questioned her reflection. That word echoed in her mind “gay”. She thought back to her life JUST a few years ago. She begun to date. A few boys here and there, nothing serious though. Barely even kissing and no sex. She tried to think of anyone she had any sort of romantic feelings for. She closed her eyes and a picture began to form. Then, after a few moments a face appeared. A freckle-faced, red haired girl.

“Gabbie!?” She whispered. Her eyes shot open and she looked at herself again. “How? I mean, we were close…best friends even. We DID kiss that one time, but it was on a dare.”

Autumn remembered that moment. Her lips pressing against her best friend’s between nervous giggles. She could feel her body flush, and her pulse race.

“NO!” She pushed herself away from the sink and retreated into her room. She perched on the edge of her bed and thought of Gabbie… Miss Campbell. She shook her head in disbelief and glanced at the clock.

“Shit! I am going to be late!”

On her way to school, Autumn reflected back to her dear friend Gabbie, how close they had been, but they had a confusing falling out. She couldn’t remember over what exactly or even why. She did miss her former best friend and she would have been the perfect person to talk about this whole “Miss Campbell thing”.

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I hear the crack of sound before my nerves even register I’ve been slapped. I cast my eyes downward, unable to face my former friend.” Do you hear me?” She demands,” You let him die.”

Tears fall onto my shirt; I don’t deserve the dignity of hiding my pain. Silence rings in my head as my partner’s widow stands angrily before me. I know that we have interrupted the ceremony irreparably, thus completing my disgrace. The clicking of Cam’s retreating steps to remind me that my castigation is not yet final. I look up and meet the mortified stares of my fellow officers and all of Jim’s family circle. Losing my courage, I avert my eyes and awkwardly make my way to the great ornate exit. I need to breathe air that I haven’t stained, so I go out into the church’s sickly garden.

The sting of Camilla’s small hand throbs on my cheek, making me wish she’d punched me instead. I deserve to be sore and swollen. I stand, staring out into the courtyard. I stare nothing, praying to Jim’s GOD to take me. The heartache propels me, fueling my fervent prayer. I don’t deserve the kindness of death, but without that mercy, that euthanizing touch, my bones will snap under the pressure of my heavy anguish.

I take a deep breath and find a small bench on which to rest and hide. The church organ has resumed in my absence, muting almost every other ambient noise. I rise to trudge my way back home and into my lumpy bed, but I catch something in my periphery. There, with her face contorted into a grimace, is my XO.” It’s not your fault, Lewis”

Her fruitless attempt at pacifying me is an olive branch, but I don’t have the patience now to indulge her pity.

“Please,” I say, choking up,” please.”

Somehow she mistakes my pleading for solitude as a plea for help or needing comfort. She moves closer, stands on her toes, and gently places her arms around my neck. Her long, curvy body leans against mine as if we were lovers, locked in a familiar embrace. My body responds to her softness, and for a deplorable moment, I want to fuck her in the garden. I want to, but I won’t abuse her body or her trust to feel better about my own grief.

“Shawna”, I draw back from her.” Don’t.”

Her face goes through a rapid transformation; from confused, to offended, to hurt – all in seconds. I turn to walk away before she becomes angry, and neither does she speak nor reach to me. I use an overgrown path, which seems to stretch around the circumference of the small church, so that I can leave without rousing anymore drama.

20 or so minutes later, I’m home and kicking off my shoes. They are, or were, nice dress shoes, though not made for walking to and from funerals to which one is not invited. When I didn’t receive an invitation last week, I’d assumed Cam had so much on her plate that she’d neglected a few things. Though I’d known that our friendship couldn’t be the same, I still could not fathom the hatred Cam harbored. So imagine how shocking it was to be crashing my best friend’s funeral.

Jewel follows my every move as I undress in autopilot. My whole life seems surreal, as I blindly navigate through my own home. I cannot seem to remember where I keep my around the house clothes, so I shed my pants and shirt, and walk around in my bra and panties. Cam’s red-tinted face clouds my senses. I know that she is right. I killed Jimmy that day-or at least contributed to his murder.

Jewel trips me at almost every step, and arsuz escort I fight the urge to kick her. She’s a good dog, a mutt, but a faithful friend, so my guilt is pushed up a notch at the idea of hurting my dog. She’s just happy to see me, and can probably tell I’m upset. I check her bowls, but I must have fed and watered her earlier this morning.

It’s still morning, around ten thirty, but I have nothing to do. Nor do I want to do anything. I wish I was a drinker, so I could get lost in a bottle. Fuck it, I think, as I strip my bra off as I walk to my shitty couch. The nice clothes I leave trailing in my wake are the only nice things I own. The rest of my wardrobe consists of workout clothes and my uniforms. I thought it would be too disrespectful to wear my uniform to my partner’s funeral. I sigh, plopping my tired body on the couch. I reach over to the phone to turn the ringer on in case Jim calls, only to be reduced to wracking sobs at my stupidity. But I still leave the ringer on in case Cam is not done with me.

I stink, so I make my way to my modest bathroom. Without fetching a towel, I start the water. I put it on high pressure and don’t even bother testing the temperature with my hand before I step in. Instead of the scolding hot water I deserved, cold water dominates my shower. Despite my earlier need to be punished, the cold water is too much for me so I even it out with some hot and quickly lather my torso. I lather my limbs next, my privates, and then my feet. It’s been a tradition since childhood, and it feels good to at least have one routine back to normal.

I tip-toe to my bedroom and find some comfort in the setup of the room. My bedroom is large and so is everything in it. My bed is enormous and there is a large extra soft area rug partially under it, on which I like to stand and get dressed. I walk over to my closet to get a towel and dry off there by the closet door. I walk over to the bed and lie down naked on my back, assessing my brown body.

I don’t have a generous amount of breasts, and my body is pretty average. I don’t have sex a lot, but when I do, I’m meticulous with my lovers, not allowing myself to orgasm until my partners do. In fact, I can only achieve orgasm when they do. I don’t have any lovers at the moment simply because I don’t need some needy woman crowding my space. Now I wish I had a soft lover on whom to cling.

I hear Jewel getting excited in the other room, so I force myself to get up and throw on a tee shirt and some jeans. It’s now after noon, and I know she needs to be walked, and doesn’t deserve to be ignored. As I walk toward the living room, I notice that Jewel is not by the door. My heart beats faster and I try to hold my breath. Jewel is not an attack dog; she would most likely welcome an intruder with open paws.

My off duty weapon is in the living room and I know my door is unlocked because my community is so docile. Though I welcomed death this morning, I know in this moment that I want to survive. But damned if I bitch up now.

“Who’s there?” I project firmly and loudly.

“Lewis, it’s me.” I hear Shawna’s soft voice answer.

At first I am relieved, but I soon realize that this lady will not leave me alone until I talk it out. My least favorite activity. I enter fully into my living room and see Shawna petting Jewel. Jewel has taken the liberty of climbing up onto my couch so that Shawna denizli escort can do so.

“Down, girl.” I say, and immediately Jewel jumps down and pads to the door. I sit down in place of the small animal.

“I know you don’t want to, but you need to talk to me.” Shawna squares her shoulders and pierces my eyes with her own bright blue ones.

“Why is that?” I challenge.

“Please, Samantha?”

Shawna has never said my first name before and it makes me turn my face away so that she can’t see my tears.

“Come on, girl” I say to the dog, as I stood and headed toward the door. Cowardly, I know, but I can’t do this right now. Unfortunately for me, as I leave to walk the dog, Shawna follows behind me. Whatever, I think, as I am led to Jewel’s favorite spots to sniff and pee on my street.

Shawna says nothing, but falls in place beside me as we walk and then round each corner back toward my home. Eventually, we return and I detach and hang Jewel’s leash by the door, while the animal runs toward my guest room, probably to take a nap. I sit down next to Shawna, who has made herself quite at home.

“Fine, we don’t have to talk, but I’m not leaving until I know that you’re ok.” She places her hand on my shoulder, and I almost groan at the contact.

Shawna doesn’t know that I’m gay, and I hope she doesn’t know that I have been lusting after her for five years. Ever since I first met her at the house and saw her brick house body. She had dark brown hair cut like a pixie, and her uniform fit her like a glove. Her breasts were a handful, but firm looking and perky. Her waist was slim, but her hips flared out to accent her round ass. The locker room was my own personal hell. Her pretty face and sexy body washing right next to me every damn day. Then I got to know her and we became reluctant friends. The reluctance was on my end. She was so bubbly and bright, the first white girl to catch my attention. I couldn’t give her the cold shoulder any longer, and we began to hang out after work at the bar by her house.

Now, she is rubbing my shoulder and inching closer. Then she is right next to me, and I am once again holding my breath. Her right arm lifts to round my shoulders, and she brings her other hand up to my face. I have been crying, but am too distracted by her closeness to lift my hand to wipe my own face. I sit with my hands on my lap, fighting the urge to place my left hand on her bare thigh.

The phone rings, making Shawna jump, and bringing me back into my harsh reality. My friend died and now Cam hates me. I reach over Shawna to pick up the receiver, who doesn’t budge, causing me to mash my upper body onto hers. I place the phone up to my ear, as I settle back into my seat.

“Hello?” I rasp into the phone.

Silence greets me, and I want to hang up, but I hope its Cam.

“Lewis.” It is Cam, and her voice sounds hollow. “I’m…I’m sorry.”

“Cam, I” I start to say, but she hangs up, leaving me confused. I feel as if I’ve lost a hundred pounds with relief. I’m tired and I forget I have Shawna pressed up against my side until she squeezes my shoulder.

“I read the autopsy report to Camille after the funeral.” I turn to look at her, and my face must be incredulous because she blanches.

“Jim suffered from cardiac distress during the fire fight. His reflexes were not under his own control.” She soldiered on. iskenderun escort “There was nothing you could have done.”

I stare at her, not knowing what to say. “What?” is all I whisper, looking away.

“I know it’s little solace, but you need to know that, Sam.” She whispers back, directly into my ear. I feel her warm breath in the shell of my ear and feel her full lips caress it. I jump as my abdomen tightens and flutters. I pull away, and turn back to look at her face. Shawna slowly leans forward and brushes her lips over mine. I groan and she leans back into the couch, still making eye contact.

“I’m sorry, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” Shawna blushes as she confesses to me. She’s never called me anything but Lewis, and it’s all I can think about. I sit, stunned and feel her lift herself up, using my shoulder as leverage.

“Sorry, I just thought…” she starts, but I rise and lower my face to hers. I kiss her, blindly, and without the gentility she afforded me. I tangle my right hand in her hair and reach my left arm around her, pulling her tightly to my body. Shawna whimpers and I push my tongue into her mouth, and she sucks and licks on it. My hand grabs her hair more forcefully and I pull her away from me.

“Are you sure?” I need to know how far she wants to go. I know she’s straight, and I’m not sure if she knows how women fuck. She is staring at my lips and no doubt not paying me any attention. I yank her hair, to get her attention, causing her head to jerk back. “Sam.”, she moans, and I pull her face to mine and kiss her even harder. Her arms wrap around my neck and shoulders, and she presses her breasts into mine.

I pull away again, but this time to tell her, “Bedroom, first door on the left.”

Shawna hesitates for only a moment then she shuffles back to my room. I watch her ass bounce and my clit hardens. I need a moment to collect my wits and regain control of the situation. I want to fuck Shawna, but I don’t want to scare her off by treating her the same as I do my average one nighter. I slowly make my way to the room. I get to the threshold and look inside to see Shawna standing on the carpet by my bed, eyes rounded and prodding my own.

“On your knees.” I order, and after biting her lip, she complies.

Shawna slowly sinks to her knees and stares at me, awaiting further command. I walk into the room and past her waiting figure, towards my dresser. There I extract a duffel bag and place it on top of the dresser. Shawna is craning her neck to see what I’m doing and I turn to catch her in the act.

Blushing redder than ever, she turns away, facing the bed again. I walk up behind her and run my hands through her hair. She leans into the touch, but doesn’t turn to look at me. I stop fingering her hair and walk over to the bed. I plop down and pick up the remote. I turn to the news channel, lie down, and proceed to watch today’s headlines.

I watch about ten minutes of the program before Shawna sits back on her heals. I look down at her.

“Got somewhere to be?”

“No.”

“No, Daddy.”

“Umm…”

“I ask you a question and you respond appropriately. I won’t tell you again.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Shawna purrs.

My pussy throbs at her words. “Stand up.”

She obeys, and now my dominance has been established. I command her to turn the television off and she does. Then I instruct her to bring the duffel bag over and place it on the foot of the bed, and she does that also. I sit up on the edge of the bed and summon her to me. She stands between my legs and sighs. I begin to unbutton her shirt very slowly. When her shirt is undone, I leave it on her body. I unzip and peel her skirt off, leaving her underwear on.

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continued from part 1

Lying breathless for a few moments, caressing Mai’s soft creamy skin, Sam felt euphoric. Tracing lines across one another’s stomachs, soft full lips kissing lightly, tongues entwined, the passion still burning like an ember at the edge of a fire.

Sam rolled to the side of the bed, slipped her hands into her heavy oak dresser drawer and pulled out two pairs of handcuffs and a large purple vibrator. Mai gasped, the heat radiating again in her pussy, the size of the toy scaring her a little. She wondered internally how it was going to fit.

Gazing deep into her eyes Sam placed the vibe on the bed and clipped one wrist into the cuffs, securing the other side to the bed post. Kissing down Mai’s arm, across her ample bosom and then doing the same to her other wrist. Moving back to the centre she positioned herself to the side of Mai, trailing her fingertips in a languid calculating way across her body. Moving them slowly down inch by inch, taking time to outline the smooth curve of her silk encased breasts. Wishing she had removed them from their shiny black prison before she had cuffed her.

Mai closed her eyes and sank into it, the light touches sending shivers down to her core. Sam reached back into the dresser and pulled out a black silk blindfold, and lifting Mai’s head gently, she secured it over her eyes. Reaching under her she quickly unclasped the bra, pushing it up over her chest, revealing Mai’s perky tits. Marvelling at her perfect round iskenderun escort nipples, the areola slightly darker brown than her own, the tip small and protruding. Cupping her with one hand Sam leans in to suck on her, taking the hardened peak deep into her mouth. Mai moans, a deep wanting building, pushing her chest up towards Sam’s greedy lips, her hand squeezing gently, grazing her teeth on the nipple before moving again. Mai was lost in the sensations. The loss of her sight and being unable to move her arms was magnifying every touch.

Sam continued her assault. Flickering her tongue against Mai’s pale freckled skin, tasting, lightly brushing with her fingers as she trailed down. Moving with super tickly motions across her skin, drawing soft tantalising lines over her breasts and sides, so slow and delicious that Mai is squirming with need, her long slender legs pressed together, wetness and heat growing with every movement.

Sam pauses, turns on the vibe and gently parts her legs, they fall open with ease. With one smooth movement Sam gently presses the buzzing against Mai’s clit, the vibration sending small waves of pleasure right thru to her centre. Leaning forward and taking her nipple in to her mouth again, Mai is surrounded in the rapture, every nerve on fire with wanting. Her nipples aching as the tremors buzz into her clit, it’s so sensitive she can’t help but move her hips into the onslaught, her body nagging to be fulfilled. Sam diyarbakır escort turned up the speed, moving it slowly, spreading the wetness along the length of her sex, releasing her nipple and using two fingers she spreads her pussy, teasing the entrance to heaven with the tip. Mai’s body tenses, the need to be penetrated so strong, her swollen clit singing. The vibe is good but she really wants to be sucked, licked and nibbled into submission. Wanting to be able to use her hands, unable to move Sam’s head down faster to where she is needing it.

Her body on fire with desire, whimpering as Sam leans in and adds her tongue to the barrage of pleasure. Lapping eagerly, sucking firmly, her tongue and the vibe are dually sending shockwaves thru every nerve. Mai’s stomach tenses, she can feel the orgasm building so quickly, fighting against the urge to cum so fast, but the pressure and the vibration is making her delirious. The cuffs chaffing her wrists as she wriggles and tries to hold back. She wants to touch so badly it’s torture.

Sam’s tongue working her hot little nub, her hand on her breasts, tweaking, kneading and caressing, and the vibe sliding slowly and deliberately between her lips. Her body begins to float with desire. Mai’s clit is throbbing and the soft insistent feel of Sams expert movements making her hips rise up instinctively, urging Sam to slip inside, her pussy dripping and hungry. Mai’s breathing becomes ragged and deep, her elazığ escort moans escalating as her clit is licked, Sam’s tongue flicking so delectably.

Finally Sam slips the vibe in to her dripping hole, the girth stretching her tight pussy and sending tremors onto her gspot, in and out just one inch a time. Mai can’t control her hips, rising up trying to get it deeper, arms straining at the cuffs, God she wants to touch her. Head thrown back in sheer ecstasy at the sweet torture being inflicted on her.

Sam moves her other hand onto Mai’s clit, still licking she lightly pinches her between her thumb and forefinger, rolling it lightly in circles as she laps with her tongue and lips, the vibe going in a little more with each thrust. Angling the vibe just right, Sam presses it up into the roof of Mai’s pussy, moving it mere millimetres at a time in a deliberate tiny motion and quickly turns up the speed before moving her hand back to tweak Mai’s juicy clit.

The juices are flowing from Mai like a waterfall, she is pure pleasure right now, her legs instinctively move over Sam’s shoulders and she bucks up into her mouth. The passion getting stronger and stronger until she finally feels herself falling over the edge, her body violently spasming as she orgasms, the strongest orgasm she has ever had, head swimming, pussy throbbing onto the vibe. Her legs shaking so forcefully they slip off Sam’s shoulders and flop onto the bed, twitching, her stomach contracting with every wave.

Sam slows her movements, turns the vibe to its lowest setting and gently removes it, kissing her way back up her body, she releases the cuffs and cradles into Mai. Leaving the blindfold in place, she pulls her towards her and holds her in a tight embrace as the shaking subsides.

To be continued…..

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It started out as a room.

Cindy stood in the center of the room. A tight, leather cuff encircled each wrist. A tight, leather shackle encircled each ankle. The chains dangled from the ceiling and the floor. Holding her arms up, widespread, over her head. Holding her legs far apart.

Cindy wasn’t sure what else was in the room. Constantly, she heard Linda’s voice. Commanding her to sleep. Commanding her to obey. Commanding her to watch the lights. The pretty, flashing lights. They sparkled. Glittered. Flashing colors. Bright red and blue sparks, before a golden background. Flashing, flashing, flashing. Sleep. Obey. Bright green sparks and yellow, before a deep, crimson red. Sleep. Obey. Sleep. Obey.

The young blonde hung from the arm chains, her weight supported by them. Her mouth slackly open. Breathing so slowly. Slowly. Her sun-bronzed hips swayed with arousal. Slowly to the left. Gently to the right. Feeling her wet pussy lips slip and slide over one another. Feeling them pucker open when her hips thrust forward.

Sleep. Obey. Sleep. Obey. Cindy listened to Linda’s voice. Listened to her Mistress’ voice. The twin of her own voice — if she could remember. If Cindy could remember HOW to speak, any more. All she could do was listen to Mistress’ voice. Sleep… Obey… Watch the flashing colored lights, and sway her hips. Pussy so wet and dripping. Watching the lights, projected on the walls, on the ceiling, on the floor. Everywhere she looked. Flashing, flashing, flashing. Sleep… Obey…

Later, Cindy found herself in smaller and smaller enclosures.

For a while, it was the bathroom. Chained in the shower. Linda liked that. She watched her slave react to the recorded voice. Sleep… Obey… Watched Cindy gaze mindlessly into the waterproof TV camera in the shower wall. Watched the tall, slender, tanned body swaying back and forth. Sometimes rising up out of trance just enough to try impaling her hairless cunt on the shower handles. Then Linda would trail her fingers through Cindy’s long hair, tugging gently on it, dragging her head back just a tiny bit. That always forced Cindy down into a deeper level of trance. Sleep… Obey…

The box in the dining room was originally of wood. Not simple pine, but fine-grained walnut, a cabinetmaker’s work of art. Enclosing Cindy in darkness. Confining her in a kneeling position for hours at a time. Her only stimuli, the flashing, sparkling lights in the grilled opening at the front of the box. And Linda’s voice on the speakers, repeating, repeating, repeating. Sleep… Obey…

And the toys.

Sometimes, Linda would open a little door in the box, perhaps the one at the back, and through it she would push a long, thick dildo into Cindy’s dripping cunt. In… out… in… out… Twist. One full turn around. Then again in… out… in… out… Then Linda withdrew the dildo. And closed the box. Once again locked inside, Cindy watched the flashing lights, listened to the repeating hypnotic voice. And pressed her hips back, trying to impale herself on a dildo that was no longer there. Sleep… Obey…

Linda opened another door at the back of the box. This one a little higher. She dribbled warm oil into the crack of Cindy’s round bottom. Letting it trickle down the cleft of her ass. Sometimes, Linda followed this with a butt plug — or a long, tapered dildo — spreading Cindy’s anus open. Slowly, irresistibly. Farther in… and farther… and bigger… Till Cindy’s hips began to buck. Till her knees and ankles spread wide, within the confines of the box, and her ass pushed against the back, trying to get more. And Linda removed the dildo. Closed the door. Sleep… Obey… Sleep… Obey…

Linda decided she wanted to see everything.

Money was no object. Cindy and Linda, poor little rich girls, now in their twenties, had all the money they could ever need from Daddy’s estate. Linda could afford to equip the Mediterranean beach house with any comfort they wanted, anything she needed to subjugate Cindy to deeper and deeper levels of mindless servitude. Contorting Cindy’s body into any configuration, programming her mind in any way Linda found interesting, entertaining, stimulating.

The clear, Lucite box rested on a little platform, about three feet off the floor, attached to a short pole in the middle of the dining room. The centerpiece of attention, spot lights illuminating it from the ceiling. It was tiny, for what it contained. Three feet long, two feet wide, a foot and a half tall. And what it contained… was Cindy. Curled up with her arms at her sides, her legs tucked underneath, feet together, toes pointed down. Compressed within the box. Like a big question mark, squashed down a bit, with her toes just above where the dot would have been, directly over the pole.

So suggestible now, Cindy needed only a small, spinning crystal before her eyes. She watched the crystal, as it reflected the beams from the spotlights in the ceiling. So pretty. Blue and red and green flashing into her eyes. Tiny speaker buds in iskenderun escort her ears received a wireless signal, and continually repeated Linda’s voice, at a subliminal level. Commanding her to sleep… Commanding her to obey…

A click in the back of the box, the swiveling of a plastic door on its hinges, the gentle sound of plastic scraping against plastic — and Cindy felt cool air between her legs, around her pussy. Linda reached in and rolled the spiked wheel over Cindy’s clit, digging the little points into the moist, tender flesh. Sleep… Obey… Cindy was now completely unable to move her limbs, but her hips pressed backward, and her dripping vulva opened like a flower to the stimulus. Sleep… Obey… Her eyes hardly seemed to blink. Watching the crystal. Watching the flashes of color. Watching the red, the blue, the green.

Linda withdrew the wheel and closed the door. She set aside the toy and opened another door on the underside of the box. Cindy’s plump, hard nipples protruded underneath. Linda lifted the two clamps and quickly clipped one on each nipple — first the right, then the left. Red and white wires led down from each nipple to an oblong, black box, with buttons and a little dial. Linda twisted the dial to midrange, then pressed the button. The shocks to Cindy’s nipples caused her to grunt, wordlessly, and twitch inside the Lucite box. Linda released the button, twisted the knob to full range, and pressed the button again. Cindy squealed and jerked inside the plastic box, and her eyes went wide — still staring at the crystal. Sleep… Obey… Sleep… Obey…

Oh, sometimes Linda let Cindy out of the box. After throwing a few latches, she could open the entire top and side, and ease Cindy out. Slowly… careful not to strain Cindy’s stiffened limbs, careful not to let her lose her balance and fall. It took a half hour to get Cindy out. And almost an hour to get her back in, positioning each limb so carefully, gradually squeezing her into place, mindful not to let Cindy’s smooth skin get pinched when a panel was swiveled closed. Sometimes Linda took her out for a shower, or a little walk along the beach. Cindy never seemed to notice. Her mind remained deep in trance. Sleep… Obey… Her body always on the edge of orgasm. Linda enjoyed keeping her slave in the box, for days at a time. She could even feed Cindy without removing her, one tiny bite at a time, and then a brush of Linda’s finger against the slave’s clit… then another bite…

* * * * *

Linda heard the doorbell and picked up the remote control from the coffee table, switching the TV to show the security camera view outside the locked gate.

“Helloooo…” a voice sang. “Is anybody home?” A voice Linda hadn’t heard in a couple of years, but a familiar one.

“Anita!” she replied through the intercom. “How are you? Let me buzz the gate open.” Linda pressed another button and the mechanical hum and clack carried through the microphone. While her old friend swung the gate open to enter, Linda set down the remote, made a few quick arrangements to the decor, and opened the front door. Anita was only halfway up the long, wooden stairway that led up to the house, so Linda started walking down the steps to meet her.

“How are you, darling?” said Anita, as they stood on a weathered stair and hugged, kissing the air near each other’s cheeks. “It seems like forever since I saw you last!”

“Come on in,” replied Linda. “I’ll put on a pot of tea and we can catch up!”

* * * * *

Anita took another bite of the chocolate biscotto, set it down, and ran her hand over the elaborate lace tablecloth. “This is really beautiful work,” she said.

“It was my grandmother’s,” Linda explained, holding up the teapot. Anita nodded, and Linda refilled her cup.

“You seem to have kept a lot of the old things,” Anita continued, then waving her hand at the big screen TV and other electronics around the house, “while going totally twenty-first century techno on everything else.”

“A creature of contrasts, that’s me,” Linda laughed.

Anita took a sip of her tea and looked up at Linda, pausing for a moment. “What about Cindy? I thought you two both lived here?”

“Oh, we DO.” Linda picked up her tea cup for another sip. “Cindy’s out for a couple of days.”

“Too bad I missed her,” Anita replied, swirling her cup in a gentle circle. She watched the tea leaves settle at the bottom. “Nobody sees you two much, any more.”

“We’re down at the beach almost every other day…” Linda began, then paused. “Oh, you mean of the OLD crowd…”

“Ouch!” Anita said. “You make me sound like an antique!” She set her cup down. “You and Cindy used to be such party animals.” She laughed. “RUTTING little party animals!”

“We’re two little homebodies these days,” Linda said, setting her cup down.

“We miss you,” Anita said. “I miss you. Both of you.” She leaned forward, folding her arms, elbows carefully just at the edge of the table. “I really wish görükle escort I could have caught you together.”

“Maybe another time,” Linda said, folding her hands.

They looked at each other for a moment, not moving.

“Well,” Anita said, “I guess I’d better get going. Big party tonight, and I need time to get ready.” She stood, setting the folded linen napkin next to the cup and saucer. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to come? I can bring a guest.”

“Ohhhhh,” Linda demurred, also standing, “can’t make it tonight. I wish I could have…”

“Right,” said Anita. “I’m really sorry I missed Cindy.”

“I’ll tell her you dropped by…” Linda accompanied Anita as she walked toward the door. The woman seemed in a hurry to leave.

“No need to see me out,” Anita said. “I can find my way down all those stairs.” She reached toward Linda and gave her a brief hug, then pulled back.

“Are you okay?” Linda asked.

“I’m fine — I just need to rush off.” Anita shrugged and smiled. “Even Cinderella’s fairy godmother needed TIME to work a few miracles, before the ball!”

“Another time, then,” Linda said.

“Another time. ‘Bye!” Anita gave a little wave and started down the stairs.

Linda watched her from the doorway, then went to retrieve the remote control. She returned to the front of the house just as Anita reached the bottom step. She buzzed open the gate and gave Anita a final wave as she walked through and pulled the gate shut. Then Linda stepped back into the house and pushed the front door closed.

She wondered why Anita had really come to visit.

Especially that mention of “Cinderella.” That’s what Anita used to call them — Cinderella and Linderella. Of course, they had both stopped waiting for Prince Charming years ago!

* * * *

Linda took the teacups and saucers to the kitchen. Then she lifted the big, floral centerpiece from the dining table and put it on the buffet shelf where it usually sat. Finally, she removed the lace table cloth and padded cover, and carefully set them aside in the corner — revealing the Lucite “table” that encapsulated Cindy.

“Miss me, honey?” Linda said. She opened a cabinet and pulled out the big, black dildo again. She flipped a latch, swiveled the panel open, and gazed at Cindy’s wet pussy, dribbling juices almost constantly. She slowly pushed the dildo between Cindy’s labia… Deeper… Deeper… All the way to the base, then Linda slowly began to draw it out…

“So, Cindy IS here, after all!”

Linda jerked upright, releasing her hold on the dildo, and turned to face the intruder.

“I walked back inside before I shut the gate,” Anita explained. “You really should be more careful about security, since you seem to value it so very highly!” She smiled. Linda saw that she was holding a gun. “Now, what are you doing with my little Cindy?”

She waved the gun sideways, and Linda stepped backward, toward the living room, holding her hands up.

“That’s right, back off nice and slow.” Anita looked at the thick, black dildo, partially embedded in Cindy’s cunt, and grabbed the base. “Mmmm… THAT’S the Cindy I remember. Always having such fun with her toys.” She slid the dildo out, admiring the slick, shiny coating of Cindy’s juices. Cindy moaned with pleasure, feeling the shaft slide out of her body. “Ohhhh, yeah!” Anita said, pushing the dildo back in. Cindy pushed her ass back, trying to open herself even more, though she couldn’t budge an inch.

Linda backed further into the living room, next to the couch and the coffee table, hands still high in the air.

“Hold it right there,” Anita commanded. “I don’t want you calling the police or anything. Just stand there, and stay still.” She pulled the dildo out again, watching Cindy’s ass flex inside the clear plastic box. Again, she pushed the shaft inward, filling Cindy’s pussy and making her moan again. “How long have you kept her like this?” she asked. “You dirty bitch! No wonder nobody ever sees the two of you, with her locked up like this, and you playing your little games!” She slid the dildo out, and Cindy squealed, her hips wiggling inside the tight enclosure.

“Please… stop…” Linda began.

“I want you to tell me how to unlock this thing, and let her out of here!” Linda demanded. She pushed the thick, black phallus in again. Cindy jerked and grunted.

“It’s not locked,” Linda replied.

“Not locked?” Linda stroked the dildo out again. Cindy began to moan, her voice almost sounding like she was singing.

“She likes being in there. It was her choice!”

Anita pushed the dildo into Cindy’s wet slit again.

Fifth time. Cindy’s trigger. She had been conditioned to orgasm on the fifth consecutive stroke. And Linda had been teasing her for days! Two strokes, and stop. Four strokes, and then rolling the spiked wheel over Cindy’s clit. Always on the edge, never quite there, never quite that final slide of rubber inside aching flesh! And now, within seconds, bursa escort Anita had thrust the rubber cock inside her, one, two, three, four… and FIVE!

Inside the box, Cindy shook and moaned, making the Lucite enclosure wobble, squealing in ecstasy, squashing her ass cheeks back against the walls of the box, trying to impale herself deeper on the thick rubber dildo.

Anita stared at the box, the gun lowered, forgotten — distracted for a moment — as she watched Cindy cum and cum and cum, thrashing around inside, moaning and squealing, crying with release.

And in that moment, Linda grabbed the remote off the table and pressed a button.

“Put that down!” Anita commanded, swinging the gun back upward.

Linda set the remote back on the coffee table.

“Come over here,” Anita waved the gun toward the box, where Cindy’s spasms were lessening, her cries of ecstasy becoming quieter. “Open this up and let her out.”

Linda walked over to the box, mindful every moment of the gun pointed at her. She undid the latches at the side of the box, and at the ends. Then she pulled the side downward on its hinges, and swiveled the top upward. The box resembled a small, transparent grand piano, its top lifted for maximum volume. Linda started to pull on Cindy’s arms, feeling her muscles still twitching, shivering.

Anita continued to hold the gun, but her eyes were fluttering. She was finding it very hard to keep them open. Very hard to think what she next wanted to demand. What order she wanted to give Linda. She wanted to sit down. She wanted to lie down. Eyes wanted to close. She just wanted to do what she was told, and not think. Just sit down. Close her eyes. Go to sleep.

Of course Anita didn’t know — couldn’t know — about the subliminal sounds, playing through speakers set in every room in the house. “Sleep… Obey…” Just under the threshold of conscious hearing. Their timing was staggered, one room to the next, so they seemed to echo. “Sleep (sleep, sleep, sleep)… Obey (obey, obey, obey)…” Linda’s first try at programming Cindy, twenty-four hours a day. Until she set up the wireless ear buds. Even though it was her own voice, Linda was feeling sleepy, too. But she knew what was happening. After all, she was the one who had pressed the button on the remote. The remote that seemed so far away. “Sleep (sleep… sleep… sleeeeeeep)… Obey (ohhhhhhhbey… obey… obeeeeeyyyy…)”

Anita’s gun still pointed at her, Linda gently eased Cindy out of the box, while Anita quietly sat down on the floor, legs crossed. She was trying so hard to keep her eyes open. The gun drifted to one side, and her eyes gradually closed. She shook her head, forcing them open, pointing the gun again. Trying to remember which woman was Cinda, and which one was Lindy, they looked so much alike. Anita blinked slowly, smiling at her mistake, almost giggling. The gun drifted lower… lower… So heavy. So hard to hold it up high. So very high. Better to hold it lower. That was easier. Even lower. So hard to lift her gun, and point her eyes. Waiting for someone to tell her what to do. Anita’s eyes closed. The gun dropped out of her hand, and her jaw fell open, exposing her pink tongue. She seemed to wave back and forth, in rhythm with a barely-heard song. “Sleep-eep-eep… Obey-ey-ey-ey…”

Linda guided Cindy into a standing position and tapped her forehead, then the right cheek, then the left cheek, and finally kissed her lips… so gently, so affectionately.

Cindy opened her eyes, smiled, and said, “Hello, gorgeous!”

* * * *

Anita awoke to find herself on the floor, in a kneeling position, her legs spread wide. It would have been incorrect to describe her as naked, even though all her clothes had been removed. Each leg was bound separately — shiny, silver duct tape wrapped around and around from her knee up to her crotch, holding the lower leg tightly against the upper leg. All she COULD do was kneel. Her arms were bound behind her, elbows straight, both arms wrapped from wrist to shoulder with more and more yards of duct tape. The posture thrust her bare breasts forward, as if offering them to be squeezed and sucked. Another strip of tape covered her mouth. Immobilized, helpless, silent, Anita opened her eyes and looked up at the two identical women sitting on the couch, clothed in light summer dresses, both sipping tea.

The woman on the left had her dress hiked up to her waist, showing off her smooth, tanned legs, and the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties. The woman on the right had stretched one leg out across the couch, her foot firmly placed against the other woman’s hairless pussy. Her toes flexed and curled, teasing the ring that had been pierced through the exposed clit. Flipping it up… and down… up… and down… The woman on the left was making the tiniest rocking motion with her hips, her eyes drifting closed with every wiggle of the toes between her legs.

Anita knew them well. She recognized the tiny differences between the twins. She knew the woman on the left was Cindy, the one on the right was Linda.

“I haven’t seen you in sooooo long,” Cindy said. Anita’s body jerked with her surprise to hear Cindy speak. She was so certain Linda had brainwashed her somehow. Of course, she was right about that fact — but not the reason behind it.

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Helga and Harriet have begun having an affair, a radical change for Helga but other things are changing as well and when the Molotov-Ribbentrop Part is signed in Moscow, Helga overhears some startling news that will soon reverberate across the world as Hitler prepares to invade Poland. When she relays this news to Harriet she knows that soon she will face the ultimate choice, to betray her husband and her country, or to stay with Helmut and lose her one true love. However Helmut has secrets of his own that will forever change Helga.

Author’s note: I would like to thank Michael from Germany for the German translation.

*****

THE BETRAYAL

Helga arched her back as Harriet pushed harder. The rubber dildo had been lubricated with oil and the first time Harriet took it out to show her she’d blushed furiously, but after experiencing sex with the dildo it had become her favoured method of penetration. This was due partly to the fact that it better simulated ‘normal’ sex and partly because the dildo was so much larger than a penis and unlike a penis, it could be manipulated in ways that were impossible with a penis. When you added a tongue and fingers to the act of penetration, the climax was that much more satisfying and indeed lasted longer. It had also encouraged Helga to take the lead in their intimate encounters over the last two weeks, using the dildo on Harriet felt far more natural. She loved watching it slide in and out while her lover rose and fell in time with her rhythmic probing.

This particular session had been an impromptu one after a light lunch at their favourite French café when they’d gone back to Harriet’s hotel room, ostensibly to sip iced tea while Harriet worked on her next article. It was yet another interview with an Egyptian nationalist with links to the Free Officers Group although he had requested his identity be kept secret. However some time later she’d tired of the article and joined Helga on the divan in the main sitting room. Because they were in a place where they could be disturbed at an inopportune time they’d stayed clothed and just lay in each other’s arms, but that became too tempting and so Harriet retrieved the dildo from her bedroom and sliding Helga’s dress up over her knees, began a slow and luxuriously erotic session that had Helga moaning in ecstasy until finally she went over the edge and climaxed with a series of short, sharp spasms.

“What have I done to you?” Harriet murmured some time later as Helga rearranged herself.

“You have taken me to heaven,” Helga ran an appreciative eye over the pale brown dress she’d made for Harriet three days ago. It had a wide collar and buttoned down to the waist where it flared out in a wide skirt. The placket and cuffs on the short sleeves were made of black silk that she’d had found in her leftover basket, the placket covered the ivory buttons on the dress. She traced her finger lazily down the pleat, undoing the buttons as she made her way down to her waist. Harriet followed her progress as she unbuckled the belt and let it fall away. A few moments later Helga moved forward to push Harriet’s back against the wall and changing position, spread her legs wide and settled in between them as she prepared herself.

For an instant neither woman moved and then Harriet pulled her panties down to reveal the patch of hair between her legs. Helga’s eyes shifted as she moved down and knelt in front of her, the dildo slid inside and Harriet sighed with pleasure as Helga began sliding it in and out, alternating the insertions with a tongue to bathe her genitals. It was something she’d baulked at first but ever since their first encounter two weeks ago she’d been working herself up to it, a process that took all of four days before she finally attempted it. The result was an explosive orgasm that had Harriet crying out for more.

However, Helga was a quick learner and was soon able to take the time to arouse her clitoris and not over stimulate the delicate organ, she’d become almost expert when it came to female genitalia. There were times however when she contemplated the logic behind her love for Harriet. It was an affair that could not be maintained, Harriet had warned her from the start that the Times could recall her to America at any time.

“But until then we will love as if there is no tomorrow.”

Harriet’s short, sharp breathing alerted her to the coming orgasm and when she let out a long, drawn out sigh, Helga held her in place for a few seconds before withdrawing the dildo and sitting back on her haunches. Harriet left the dress riding high as she contemplated the whirling ceiling fan.

“That was the best ever.”

“I am glad,” Helga rose and sat down beside her, “I am getting used to this kind of love.”

“I have noticed that,” Harriet sat forward and proceeded to button her dress, “a natural talent. Most women take some time to get used to licking a woman down there but you seem to have found your rhythm without much help from me.”

“What happens now?”

“What antalya escort bayan do you mean?” Harriet paused in the act of buttoning her dress.

“I mean in the future,” she replied, “Helmut has said we will most likely be returning to Germany, probably next month.”

“When did he say this?” Harriet fastened the button.

“This morning when I was making a new set of curtains for the spare room, he said it would be a waste of time because we would probably be going back to Germany,” she looked at her.

“There is no way we could be like this in Germany and I would not want you to follow me no matter what your heart tells you. Even Nazis trip up over each other in their eagerness to betray each other to Herr Heydrich, so much for the glorious Third Reich. We have become exactly like the Soviet state that we are told to despise,” she made to get up but Harriet reached out and grabbed her wrist.

“How badly do you want to leave Helmut?”

“It is bad enough,” she leaned back against the wall, “I am living two different lives, sometimes I do not know where I am. The other day I almost called Helmut by your name and only remembered myself at the last moment.”

“And that is my fault,” Harriet swivelled to face her, “I have let this go on for some time, perhaps I too was hoping for something to happen but let us be honest. If anything is to happen then it must be up to us to make it so.”

“What do you mean?”

“You need to leave Helmut and come to America. You said a few weeks ago that your Uncle Erich had wanted you to come to America?”

“Ja, but such things take time,” she frowned, “I would have to write him a letter, which would take months to reach him, by then I am in Germany and although I can give my parent’s address there is every chance my mother could open the letter and discover my intentions.”

“What about a phone call?”

“Calling from home is not an option, he would know soon enough.”

“Leave it to me,” Harriet reassured her.

“But even if this happens and I have doubts, what happens if I get to America?”

“Leave it to me,” Harriet repeated, “now perhaps I should drive you home.”

It all sounded very mysterious, like something from a film but Helga let Harriet drive her home and when she farewelled her with a kiss on the cheek, she put a hand on her crotch.

“Tomorrow I will be away from the hotel, and probably the day after too, I will send a message in the usual way when I can see you again.”

It almost sounded like a goodbye but Helga was too preoccupied with the momentous decision she had just made, to leave Helmut and try to make a new life in America.

On the face of it the decision looked simple enough, until one peeled away the layers. She would be away from her immediate family and there would be repercussions of an entirely different kind. She would be the divorcee, the woman who had abandoned her husband to pursue her own selfish needs and desires. She had met such women in the past and while sometimes she sympathised with their reasoning, there was still an instinctive desire to push back against it. Marriage vows were meant to be made once and treated as a sacred trust. Granted life was complicated, people became distant and that was without factoring in other things. In this matter however, Helga was definitely not without blame. She was the one who had the affair, she was the unfaithful wife and while she could justify her infidelity, it didn’t make it any easier.

Helmut must have sensed something was awry because he actually seemed more attentive to her the next two days, sympathising with her listlessness and when he discovered that she hadn’t seen Harriet that day he even offered to drive her to the hotel himself.

“She is good for you.”

“She is good for me?” Helga stared at him.

“You have found a new lease of life,” he loosened his tie, “it is good, perhaps when we return to Germany you could invite her to stay with us for a few days.”

“I will ask her when I see her,” she replied.

“You will see her tomorrow?”

“Perhaps,” she looked past him, “she is working on something but I will ask her.”

“Good,” he returned to his paper, “you have read the news?”

“I did not think Molotov had it in him,” she replied, “why sign a treaty with us?”

“Russia is not our main concern,” he glanced up briefly, “Poland is the stumbling block, Danzig will be free and if making a treaty with the Soviet dogs sets Danzig free then Hitler sees no harm in it. As they say in this part of the world, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.”

She could have said more to that and it was only in the wee small hours as she sat in the sewing room that she realised that prior to meeting Harriet she might well have gone along with his remarks on Poland without a second thought. But her lover had opened her eyes to more than just the pleasures of the flesh. She had educated her about the outside world and the subtle twists and turns konyaaltı escort of diplomacy.

Outside of Germany, Hitler was seen as dangerous. His rapid expansion of the German borders on the pretext of freeing the German minorities in neighbouring countries was just a ploy. Hitler was Austrian by birth, a country that during the Great War had been a junior partner to Germany. His seizure of Austria had been viewed with alarm throughout Europe, Britain and even America. Then there was his unqualified support for Franco and Mussolini, absolute dictators who crushed dissent amongst their own with no regard for the consequences.

However she had really opened Helga’s eyes about the mythology of the Aryan Superman, the myth that the blonde-haired, blue-eyed Caucasian was the descendant of some ancient European race was just silliness. Likewise his seizure of an ancient Hindu symbol for peace and prosperity for his own ends. Helga recalled similar designs used by the now-banned, Thule Society. Little by little, the scales had fallen from her eyes until now she saw through a glass clearly and what she saw now disgusted and appalled her.

Hitler had created an elaborate state security system that was a model of Prussian efficiency. The Gestapo Law enacted some three years earlier had effectively put the Gestapo beyond the control of the judiciary. A few had protested, citing Lord Acton’s famous quote, ‘power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men.’ However, even those who protested were doomed, such opposition was a curious mixture of right wing extremists and left wing Socialists, a marriage made in hell.

It meant however that if she was to make her escape she had to move now and not put it off, and that kept her tossing and turning the rest of the night until she finally drifted off to sleep sometime after the clock chimed four times.

She awoke suddenly to the sound of the door opening and their maid entering the room. She had an envelope in her hand and after handing it to her, backed out of the bedroom. Helga looked at the other side of the bed, Helmut had gone to work already and it was 8:45. She tore the envelope open and pulled out an invitation for a recital by the Boston Philharmonic Society, the invitation was for Harriet Michaels and her friend, Helga Bornhoffen and it was to take place tonight at 19:30 at the American embassy. A small note accompanied the letter, it was from Harriet.

I will pick you up at 18:45, Harriet.

Helga read and reread the note and invitation, trying to find some hidden meaning but after fifteen minutes she flopped back against the pillow and stared at the elaborately moulded panels in the ceiling.

“So my path is set,” she murmured.

A recital meant she had to find something to wear, and she had to prepare for the night but with so little information to go on, Helga found herself beginning to spiral out of control. Harriet had said she’d take care of it but how? Was she going to introduce her to the ambassador or some minor embassy official? What was this plan? How was she to get to America? Would it involve bribery? That thought did occur to her as she lay in the bath just before lunch. She had some money back in Germany but it was in the bank and getting a banker’s draft approved would involve phone calls and letters.

I should just leave him today and be done with it, she mused some time later as she donned a pale blue day dress. I could stay at a hotel and sneak Harriet in at night.

That fantasy kept her entertained, not for any logical value but merely because it kept her mind occupied until she got ready. The red dress looked far too bold but she liked the way the skirt flared out and the attached belt cinched her waist in nicely. She half considered leaving two or three of the buttons undone, Harriet would notice but instead she fastened it to the very top and added a brooch for good measure. Matching shoes and handbag completed the outfit and she then sat down to do her hair and makeup.

She was nearly finished when she heard the doorbell and a minute later faint voices. She strained her ears to pick up something and then she heard footfalls on the stairs and not long afterwards Harriet stepped into the bedroom. She was wearing a white dress and black belt, her hat was at a rakish angle, held there with a hatpin.

“You look ravishing my dear,” Harriet moved up behind her.

“I feel weary,” their eyes met.

“After tonight you might sleep easier,” she put her hands on Helga’s shoulders, “or perhaps you might not. There is someone who wants to meet you.”

“Who?”

“One of my contacts from the State Department,” she let go of her shoulders, “does Helmut know where you are going tonight?”

“Scheisse,” she swore in German, “I have to call him, he is working late again.”

“No need, we will pass by the embassy on our way to the American embassy,” she smiled, “you can tell him then. Have lara escort you got the invitation card?”

“Ja,” she picked it up, “the Boston Philharmonic Society. Do you think they will play any jazz?”

“I don’t think the conductor approves of the devil’s music,” she smirked, “but we are not going for the music,” she looked around the room.

“What is this plan of yours?”

“It involves a little subterfuge,” she winked, “I told you I’d think of something.”

Helga wanted to know more but Harriet was curiously silent as she drove towards the German embassy a few minutes later but once she pulled up outside, she picked up her handbag and opened the door.

“I will come in with you.”

“You don’t have to,” Helga laid a hand on her arm.

“I have to,” she slid off the seat, “come on, the clock is ticking.”

Helmut was surprised to see them and gave his wife the once over before asking why she was all dressed up.

“For a concert,” she replied in German, “at the American embassy.”

“I see,” his eyes flickered to Harriet, knowing full well that she spoke fluent German.

“Can I use the phone?” Harriet nodded at the phone on the reception desk.

“Of course,” he nodded, “we will give you privacy.”

“No need,” she sat down at the desk and took a clay tablet out of her handbag and placed it on the desk, she was taking out a small notebook when Helmut’s eyes shifted.

“What is that?”

“It is something that was found at a dig in the Negev desert,” she flipped through the notebook and found the number.

“That looks like a swastika,” he moved closer.

“It is a similar symbol,” she picked up the phone and started dialling, “but the swastika is a fairly universal symbol, it is found in many cultures.”

She put the receiver to her ear and leaned on her palm.

“Have a look if you want.”

“I would love to hold it.”

“Just don’t drop it,” Harriet replied and then smiled as she spoke to the telephonist at the other end of the line, “professor Kohl if you please,” she then read out the number and waited for the call to be connected.

“Hello, Professor Kohl? It’s Harriet Michaels from the New York Times, did you get my earlier message?” Harriet glanced over as Helmut picked up the tablet reverently, “oh, good, I was just wondering if we will see you tonight? Oh… well that is a shame because I have the piece with me,” she glanced at Helmut.

“But perhaps tomorrow then? At my hotel?” Harriet straightened up, “all right, I’ll see you then, have a pleasant evening,” she put the receiver down and nodded at Helmut.

“Still, it is odd. The professor will be able to verify if it is the genuine article.”

“You were in the Negev?”

“No, it was passed onto me by a source working on the dig.”

“I should like to know more.”

Harriet pursed her lips and nodded as she held out her hand for the tablet.

“Well, I am good friends with your wife, I’m sure I can tell you more once I have verified that this is a genuine antique and not some forgery.”

“Of course,” he handed it back, “well, I shall not keep you,” he took a step back and nodded at his wife, “enjoy the show.”

“What was all that about?” Helga raised an eyebrow some five minutes later as Harriet pulled away from the front of the embassy.

“Subterfuge,” she lit the cigarette, “did you know what your husband does at the embassy?”

“Clerical work he told me so.”

“That is probably part of his work but it is not his true job.”

“What is his true job?”

“He is working for the Ahnenerbe, he is like a scout for want of a better word, one of many placed in strategic locations around the world and given positions in German embassies that suggest they are merely clerical staff. Their job is to find evidence that proves an historical Aryan race once ruled the world, it is one of Himmler’s pet projects,” Harriet blew out a cloud of smoke.

“The tablet is a fake, it was made by the man I just called, but the call I just made was confirmation that Helmut had seen the tablet.”

Helga exhaled suddenly and put a hand to her throat, Harriet pulled over and came to a stop.

“Relax, but if you want to go through with this then we have to set a plan in motion. These people can expedite your flight to America but they will ask for something in return.”

“What?”

“Information,” she replied, “my contact is interested in your husband but he wouldn’t tell me much more than that and I didn’t ask. Believe me, if there was another way to do this I would do it in a heartbeat but time is of the essence and we must be moving,” she touched her leg.

“Do you still want to do this?”

Helga stared straight ahead as she slowly answered.

“Let us go forward, but I wish I had known earlier.”

“Then you would have had less time to put on an innocent face,” Harriet nudged the accelerator, “this way you played your part brilliantly, not even the great Garbo could have done better.”

That did put a slight smile on her face but she still felt nervous as they pulled into the parking lot outside the American embassy. She saw people she recognised, at least two of the wives from the German embassy but Harriet waited until they were inside before they went in.

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She sat and stared at the oil painting hanging in front of her; trying to make out what it meant. After all, that was the assignment given by the professor: to analyze and report on local art. The problem was that she could not determine what the picture was supposed to be. At one angle, it looked like an oddly shaped filing cabinet. At another angle, it looked like a television screen. No matter what, Samantha was so frustrated that she didn’t hear the footsteps approaching from behind her.

“Don’t look at the shapes. Look at the colors. Feel the emotions.”

Samantha turned to find herself face-to-face with an older woman with red hair and thick glasses.

“Oh, thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it. I see students like you in here often; staring in confusion.” the woman replied.

“It is a beautiful piece, but confusing because it is not exactly square. Anyways, I am not sure that I will do well on this project.”

“I have a suggestion that might help you, but it depends if you have time.”

“Yeah?”

“The studio closed ten minutes ago. I didn’t want to disturb you, but I have to shut down the lights. However, this is my studio and my painting, so I want you to give you a private interview for your report.”

“Wait, you are THE artist, Heidi Thuse?” Samantha said feeling embarrassed.

“The one and only. These days, local artists hang their art in galleries. I chose to open my own gallery. I paint, hang, and antalya escort sell my work all in this building. And I would like to show you my studio.”

“Really? But I don’t want to waste your time.”

“Darling, I invited you. Come. The decision is made.”

Samantha took one last look at the piece of art hanging on the wall and followed the red-headed woman down to the basement studio.

She immediately was met by a burgundy painted room with a black leather couch and white easel. On the left of the room was a black wooden table dirtied with oil paints and objects. Along the wall, were about thirty paintings. Some of them were abstract. Others were of nude women. All of them, beautiful.

“You can sit on the couch. I will be ready in a few minutes.”

“You paint nude women?” Samantha asked nervously when Heidi returned.

“Sometimes, but mostly I paint abstracts because they best represent my emotions. Take for example the picture of the red square with a black center. I painted that after I had been seduced by one of my clients. He had been staring at my paintings and I couldn’t help but stare at his ass. He fucked me hard that night in the middle of my studio. It was intense. Just like the painting you see upstairs.”

“I understand the intensity of red, but why black?” I notice that is a theme in many of your paintings.

“Red is often used with passion. Black is often used for darkness or death. However, konyaaltı escort for me, I see the darkness with a different perspective. Perhaps I can help you understand by demonstrating on you?”

“What do you mean ‘on me’?”

“Take this black tie that I have with me and wrap it around your eyes. Now, this exercise requires trust. I want you to paint a picture, but as a blind person would. I will guide you to the easel and give you the brush. Then, I will help guide your hands until you are painting on your own.”

“Sounds interesting. Let’s do it.” Samantha smiled as she put the black tie around her eyes.

“Just wait one more minute while I get the materials.” Heidi said softly before giving her a gentle kiss on the lips. The kiss was sensual and wet; just the way Samantha liked being kissed; however she was not expecting it and almost shouted, but it felt too good.

“I have a better idea.” the old woman whispered as she traced her fingers around Samantha’s hair and neck before bringing her in for another kiss.

“I saw you staring at my photo and immediately thought of fucking you. Then, I want to paint a picture while you eat my pussy. Now, please tell me if you are in for this or not.”

Samantha’s heart was racing and she could feel her juices beginning to flow as hidden desires started coming forth from her mind.

“Fuck my ass with a paintbrush and you can dominate me all night alanya escort long.” Samantha said giving into the desires.

“Done.”

Samantha felt herself being pushed back on the couch and was suddenly met with Heidi’s shaved pussy on her face.

“Taste me while I undress you.”

There was no time to respond before the juicy slit was sliding along her nose and face. Samantha stuck her tongue out and sapped up the juices as if it was candy. Meanwhile, Heidi had unbuttoned her blouse and was fondling Samantha’s hard nipples. Samantha reached her hands up and spread Heidi’s ass cheeks, so that she could go deeper into her vagina. She blindly stumbled upon Heidi’s asshole and began licking and sticking her fingers deep inside.

“Yes.” the artist moaned as she reached down and began rubbing Samantha’s throbbing clit.

“Please fuck me hard.” Samantha begged as she felt two fingers go deep into her dripping wet pussy.

Time stopped. Samantha only saw black and white and red. Her pulse screamed out with music as Heidi stuck a thick paintbrush stick deep into Samantha’s ass. The scent of sex permeated the air. The minutes that passed were consumed with moaning and thrusting movements. Samantha was lost in pleasure.

Suddenly, her blindfold came off and she saw the thick red hair of Heidi’s bush in face, dripping with cream. She screamed out in ecstasy and laughed with the moment.

“Now it is time for me to paint.” Heidi panted. “Eat my pussy while I paint. Then you will know what I was feeling when I painted all of my art.”

Three hours later, Samantha gave Heidi a kiss goodnight.

“You can pick up your art tomorrow after you help me paint another one!” Heidi said waving goodnight.

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Helga and Harriet have begun having an affair, a radical change for Helga but other things are changing as well and when the Molotov-Ribbentrop Part is signed in Moscow, Helga overhears some startling news that will soon reverberate across the world as Hitler prepares to invade Poland. When she relays this news to Harriet she knows that soon she will face the ultimate choice, to betray her husband and her country, or to stay with Helmut and lose her one true love. However Helmut has secrets of his own that will forever change Helga.

Author’s note: I would like to thank Michael from Germany for the German translation.

*****

THE BETRAYAL

Helga arched her back as Harriet pushed harder. The rubber dildo had been lubricated with oil and the first time Harriet took it out to show her she’d blushed furiously, but after experiencing sex with the dildo it had become her favoured method of penetration. This was due partly to the fact that it better simulated ‘normal’ sex and partly because the dildo was so much larger than a penis and unlike a penis, it could be manipulated in ways that were impossible with a penis. When you added a tongue and fingers to the act of penetration, the climax was that much more satisfying and indeed lasted longer. It had also encouraged Helga to take the lead in their intimate encounters over the last two weeks, using the dildo on Harriet felt far more natural. She loved watching it slide in and out while her lover rose and fell in time with her rhythmic probing.

This particular session had been an impromptu one after a light lunch at their favourite French café when they’d gone back to Harriet’s hotel room, ostensibly to sip iced tea while Harriet worked on her next article. It was yet another interview with an Egyptian nationalist with links to the Free Officers Group although he had requested his identity be kept secret. However some time later she’d tired of the article and joined Helga on the divan in the main sitting room. Because they were in a place where they could be disturbed at an inopportune time they’d stayed clothed and just lay in each other’s arms, but that became too tempting and so Harriet retrieved the dildo from her bedroom and sliding Helga’s dress up over her knees, began a slow and luxuriously erotic session that had Helga moaning in ecstasy until finally she went over the edge and climaxed with a series of short, sharp spasms.

“What have I done to you?” Harriet murmured some time later as Helga rearranged herself.

“You have taken me to heaven,” Helga ran an appreciative eye over the pale brown dress she’d made for Harriet three days ago. It had a wide collar and buttoned down to the waist where it flared out in a wide skirt. The placket and cuffs on the short sleeves were made of black silk that she’d had found in her leftover basket, the placket covered the ivory buttons on the dress. She traced her finger lazily down the pleat, undoing the buttons as she made her way down to her waist. Harriet followed her progress as she unbuckled the belt and let it fall away. A few moments later Helga moved forward to push Harriet’s back against the wall and changing position, spread her legs wide and settled in between them as she prepared herself.

For an instant neither woman moved and then Harriet pulled her panties down to reveal the patch of hair between her legs. Helga’s eyes shifted as she moved down and knelt in front of her, the dildo slid inside and Harriet sighed with pleasure as Helga began sliding it in and out, alternating the insertions with a tongue to bathe her genitals. It was something she’d baulked at first but ever since their first encounter two weeks ago she’d been working herself up to it, a process that took all of four days before she finally attempted it. The result was an explosive orgasm that had Harriet crying out for more.

However, Helga was a quick learner and was soon able to take the time to arouse her clitoris and not over stimulate the delicate organ, she’d become almost expert when it came to female genitalia. There were times however when she contemplated the logic behind her love for Harriet. It was an affair that could not be maintained, Harriet had warned her from the start that the Times could recall her to America at any time.

“But until then we will love as if there is no tomorrow.”

Harriet’s short, sharp breathing alerted her to the coming orgasm and when she let out a long, drawn out sigh, Helga held her in place for a few seconds before withdrawing the dildo and sitting back on her haunches. Harriet left the dress riding high as she contemplated the whirling ceiling fan.

“That was the best ever.”

“I am glad,” Helga rose and sat down beside her, “I am getting used to this kind of love.”

“I have noticed that,” Harriet sat forward and proceeded to button her dress, “a natural talent. Most women take some time to get used to licking a woman down there but you seem to have found your rhythm without much help from me.”

“What happens now?”

“What antalya escort bayan do you mean?” Harriet paused in the act of buttoning her dress.

“I mean in the future,” she replied, “Helmut has said we will most likely be returning to Germany, probably next month.”

“When did he say this?” Harriet fastened the button.

“This morning when I was making a new set of curtains for the spare room, he said it would be a waste of time because we would probably be going back to Germany,” she looked at her.

“There is no way we could be like this in Germany and I would not want you to follow me no matter what your heart tells you. Even Nazis trip up over each other in their eagerness to betray each other to Herr Heydrich, so much for the glorious Third Reich. We have become exactly like the Soviet state that we are told to despise,” she made to get up but Harriet reached out and grabbed her wrist.

“How badly do you want to leave Helmut?”

“It is bad enough,” she leaned back against the wall, “I am living two different lives, sometimes I do not know where I am. The other day I almost called Helmut by your name and only remembered myself at the last moment.”

“And that is my fault,” Harriet swivelled to face her, “I have let this go on for some time, perhaps I too was hoping for something to happen but let us be honest. If anything is to happen then it must be up to us to make it so.”

“What do you mean?”

“You need to leave Helmut and come to America. You said a few weeks ago that your Uncle Erich had wanted you to come to America?”

“Ja, but such things take time,” she frowned, “I would have to write him a letter, which would take months to reach him, by then I am in Germany and although I can give my parent’s address there is every chance my mother could open the letter and discover my intentions.”

“What about a phone call?”

“Calling from home is not an option, he would know soon enough.”

“Leave it to me,” Harriet reassured her.

“But even if this happens and I have doubts, what happens if I get to America?”

“Leave it to me,” Harriet repeated, “now perhaps I should drive you home.”

It all sounded very mysterious, like something from a film but Helga let Harriet drive her home and when she farewelled her with a kiss on the cheek, she put a hand on her crotch.

“Tomorrow I will be away from the hotel, and probably the day after too, I will send a message in the usual way when I can see you again.”

It almost sounded like a goodbye but Helga was too preoccupied with the momentous decision she had just made, to leave Helmut and try to make a new life in America.

On the face of it the decision looked simple enough, until one peeled away the layers. She would be away from her immediate family and there would be repercussions of an entirely different kind. She would be the divorcee, the woman who had abandoned her husband to pursue her own selfish needs and desires. She had met such women in the past and while sometimes she sympathised with their reasoning, there was still an instinctive desire to push back against it. Marriage vows were meant to be made once and treated as a sacred trust. Granted life was complicated, people became distant and that was without factoring in other things. In this matter however, Helga was definitely not without blame. She was the one who had the affair, she was the unfaithful wife and while she could justify her infidelity, it didn’t make it any easier.

Helmut must have sensed something was awry because he actually seemed more attentive to her the next two days, sympathising with her listlessness and when he discovered that she hadn’t seen Harriet that day he even offered to drive her to the hotel himself.

“She is good for you.”

“She is good for me?” Helga stared at him.

“You have found a new lease of life,” he loosened his tie, “it is good, perhaps when we return to Germany you could invite her to stay with us for a few days.”

“I will ask her when I see her,” she replied.

“You will see her tomorrow?”

“Perhaps,” she looked past him, “she is working on something but I will ask her.”

“Good,” he returned to his paper, “you have read the news?”

“I did not think Molotov had it in him,” she replied, “why sign a treaty with us?”

“Russia is not our main concern,” he glanced up briefly, “Poland is the stumbling block, Danzig will be free and if making a treaty with the Soviet dogs sets Danzig free then Hitler sees no harm in it. As they say in this part of the world, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.”

She could have said more to that and it was only in the wee small hours as she sat in the sewing room that she realised that prior to meeting Harriet she might well have gone along with his remarks on Poland without a second thought. But her lover had opened her eyes to more than just the pleasures of the flesh. She had educated her about the outside world and the subtle twists konyaaltı escort and turns of diplomacy.

Outside of Germany, Hitler was seen as dangerous. His rapid expansion of the German borders on the pretext of freeing the German minorities in neighbouring countries was just a ploy. Hitler was Austrian by birth, a country that during the Great War had been a junior partner to Germany. His seizure of Austria had been viewed with alarm throughout Europe, Britain and even America. Then there was his unqualified support for Franco and Mussolini, absolute dictators who crushed dissent amongst their own with no regard for the consequences.

However she had really opened Helga’s eyes about the mythology of the Aryan Superman, the myth that the blonde-haired, blue-eyed Caucasian was the descendant of some ancient European race was just silliness. Likewise his seizure of an ancient Hindu symbol for peace and prosperity for his own ends. Helga recalled similar designs used by the now-banned, Thule Society. Little by little, the scales had fallen from her eyes until now she saw through a glass clearly and what she saw now disgusted and appalled her.

Hitler had created an elaborate state security system that was a model of Prussian efficiency. The Gestapo Law enacted some three years earlier had effectively put the Gestapo beyond the control of the judiciary. A few had protested, citing Lord Acton’s famous quote, ‘power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men.’ However, even those who protested were doomed, such opposition was a curious mixture of right wing extremists and left wing Socialists, a marriage made in hell.

It meant however that if she was to make her escape she had to move now and not put it off, and that kept her tossing and turning the rest of the night until she finally drifted off to sleep sometime after the clock chimed four times.

She awoke suddenly to the sound of the door opening and their maid entering the room. She had an envelope in her hand and after handing it to her, backed out of the bedroom. Helga looked at the other side of the bed, Helmut had gone to work already and it was 8:45. She tore the envelope open and pulled out an invitation for a recital by the Boston Philharmonic Society, the invitation was for Harriet Michaels and her friend, Helga Bornhoffen and it was to take place tonight at 19:30 at the American embassy. A small note accompanied the letter, it was from Harriet.

I will pick you up at 18:45, Harriet.

Helga read and reread the note and invitation, trying to find some hidden meaning but after fifteen minutes she flopped back against the pillow and stared at the elaborately moulded panels in the ceiling.

“So my path is set,” she murmured.

A recital meant she had to find something to wear, and she had to prepare for the night but with so little information to go on, Helga found herself beginning to spiral out of control. Harriet had said she’d take care of it but how? Was she going to introduce her to the ambassador or some minor embassy official? What was this plan? How was she to get to America? Would it involve bribery? That thought did occur to her as she lay in the bath just before lunch. She had some money back in Germany but it was in the bank and getting a banker’s draft approved would involve phone calls and letters.

I should just leave him today and be done with it, she mused some time later as she donned a pale blue day dress. I could stay at a hotel and sneak Harriet in at night.

That fantasy kept her entertained, not for any logical value but merely because it kept her mind occupied until she got ready. The red dress looked far too bold but she liked the way the skirt flared out and the attached belt cinched her waist in nicely. She half considered leaving two or three of the buttons undone, Harriet would notice but instead she fastened it to the very top and added a brooch for good measure. Matching shoes and handbag completed the outfit and she then sat down to do her hair and makeup.

She was nearly finished when she heard the doorbell and a minute later faint voices. She strained her ears to pick up something and then she heard footfalls on the stairs and not long afterwards Harriet stepped into the bedroom. She was wearing a white dress and black belt, her hat was at a rakish angle, held there with a hatpin.

“You look ravishing my dear,” Harriet moved up behind her.

“I feel weary,” their eyes met.

“After tonight you might sleep easier,” she put her hands on Helga’s shoulders, “or perhaps you might not. There is someone who wants to meet you.”

“Who?”

“One of my contacts from the State Department,” she let go of her shoulders, “does Helmut know where you are going tonight?”

“Scheisse,” she swore in German, “I have to call him, he is working late again.”

“No need, we will pass by the embassy on our way to the American embassy,” she smiled, lara escort “you can tell him then. Have you got the invitation card?”

“Ja,” she picked it up, “the Boston Philharmonic Society. Do you think they will play any jazz?”

“I don’t think the conductor approves of the devil’s music,” she smirked, “but we are not going for the music,” she looked around the room.

“What is this plan of yours?”

“It involves a little subterfuge,” she winked, “I told you I’d think of something.”

Helga wanted to know more but Harriet was curiously silent as she drove towards the German embassy a few minutes later but once she pulled up outside, she picked up her handbag and opened the door.

“I will come in with you.”

“You don’t have to,” Helga laid a hand on her arm.

“I have to,” she slid off the seat, “come on, the clock is ticking.”

Helmut was surprised to see them and gave his wife the once over before asking why she was all dressed up.

“For a concert,” she replied in German, “at the American embassy.”

“I see,” his eyes flickered to Harriet, knowing full well that she spoke fluent German.

“Can I use the phone?” Harriet nodded at the phone on the reception desk.

“Of course,” he nodded, “we will give you privacy.”

“No need,” she sat down at the desk and took a clay tablet out of her handbag and placed it on the desk, she was taking out a small notebook when Helmut’s eyes shifted.

“What is that?”

“It is something that was found at a dig in the Negev desert,” she flipped through the notebook and found the number.

“That looks like a swastika,” he moved closer.

“It is a similar symbol,” she picked up the phone and started dialling, “but the swastika is a fairly universal symbol, it is found in many cultures.”

She put the receiver to her ear and leaned on her palm.

“Have a look if you want.”

“I would love to hold it.”

“Just don’t drop it,” Harriet replied and then smiled as she spoke to the telephonist at the other end of the line, “professor Kohl if you please,” she then read out the number and waited for the call to be connected.

“Hello, Professor Kohl? It’s Harriet Michaels from the New York Times, did you get my earlier message?” Harriet glanced over as Helmut picked up the tablet reverently, “oh, good, I was just wondering if we will see you tonight? Oh… well that is a shame because I have the piece with me,” she glanced at Helmut.

“But perhaps tomorrow then? At my hotel?” Harriet straightened up, “all right, I’ll see you then, have a pleasant evening,” she put the receiver down and nodded at Helmut.

“Still, it is odd. The professor will be able to verify if it is the genuine article.”

“You were in the Negev?”

“No, it was passed onto me by a source working on the dig.”

“I should like to know more.”

Harriet pursed her lips and nodded as she held out her hand for the tablet.

“Well, I am good friends with your wife, I’m sure I can tell you more once I have verified that this is a genuine antique and not some forgery.”

“Of course,” he handed it back, “well, I shall not keep you,” he took a step back and nodded at his wife, “enjoy the show.”

“What was all that about?” Helga raised an eyebrow some five minutes later as Harriet pulled away from the front of the embassy.

“Subterfuge,” she lit the cigarette, “did you know what your husband does at the embassy?”

“Clerical work he told me so.”

“That is probably part of his work but it is not his true job.”

“What is his true job?”

“He is working for the Ahnenerbe, he is like a scout for want of a better word, one of many placed in strategic locations around the world and given positions in German embassies that suggest they are merely clerical staff. Their job is to find evidence that proves an historical Aryan race once ruled the world, it is one of Himmler’s pet projects,” Harriet blew out a cloud of smoke.

“The tablet is a fake, it was made by the man I just called, but the call I just made was confirmation that Helmut had seen the tablet.”

Helga exhaled suddenly and put a hand to her throat, Harriet pulled over and came to a stop.

“Relax, but if you want to go through with this then we have to set a plan in motion. These people can expedite your flight to America but they will ask for something in return.”

“What?”

“Information,” she replied, “my contact is interested in your husband but he wouldn’t tell me much more than that and I didn’t ask. Believe me, if there was another way to do this I would do it in a heartbeat but time is of the essence and we must be moving,” she touched her leg.

“Do you still want to do this?”

Helga stared straight ahead as she slowly answered.

“Let us go forward, but I wish I had known earlier.”

“Then you would have had less time to put on an innocent face,” Harriet nudged the accelerator, “this way you played your part brilliantly, not even the great Garbo could have done better.”

That did put a slight smile on her face but she still felt nervous as they pulled into the parking lot outside the American embassy. She saw people she recognised, at least two of the wives from the German embassy but Harriet waited until they were inside before they went in.

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As a dancer I am always amazed at the number of young drop dead sorority type girls that come in to see another girl dance. I dance out of state at an all nude club unbeknown to my family. Recently a young couple came in. The girl was about five feet six with short black hair and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a half t shirt with a large blue C K (ie Calvin Klein) imprinted on it. It was obvious she was braless and was wearing a tight pair of blue jeans and some cute little gray felt ankle high boots.

It was obvious she had a little to drink and her boyfriend was having trouble settling her down. She refused to sit and was standing by him dancing to the music as the girls were on stage. You could tell that he was having second thoughts about bringing her here. Every guy in the place was looking at her. She was hot and drop dead gorgeous. She also had the attention of a lot of my fellow dancers who are also into girls.

Well she started worrying the piss out of her boyfriend for money. He would give her a dollar and she would tip the dancers. After a while she got braver. Instead of just smiling and handing us the dollar she began to lay flat on her back with the dollar sticking out of her mouth. The girls would crouch down and snatch the dollar up as she ran her hands all up and down her back. Eventually it was my time and when she did it to me I lifted her t shirt up and sucked on her titties. Her nipples were already rock hard like little pencil erasers!

Guys cheered there ass off making her even more bold and her boyfriend more fuming. The next time she laid down on the stage two other dancers jumped on stage and removed her boots and jeans. she lifted her ass as my two friends removed her jeans leaving her in only a pair of black satin panties. I lay on top of her as she reached up and sucked my titties. I padded her pussy through her panties gently with my hand. “Can I take them off?” I whispered to her. She didn’t answer but lifted her ass off the stage slightly. Guys cheered as I slid her panties down her long sleek legs revealing a closely trimmed pussy with black pubic hair.

Her pussy was beautiful. She had those pussy lips which flared out delicately like the petals of an erotic flower. She got up and danced along with me also taking tips and guys lined up ten escort antalya deep to tip her. Finally things went to far. She walked over to be tipped by a cute guy and let him stick a couple of fingers in her vagina. The boyfriend began to yell and tried to start a fight and was thrown out by several bouncers yelling curses and threats at her the whole time.

“You were great!” I said as the song ended.

“Thanks!” she said shyly with a impish smile on her face.

“So what’s the deal with your boyfriend?” I asked.

“Long story. ” she explained. “he has been after me the longest time to do this threesome between me and a former girlfriend of his. I don’t really like her but I was thinking about it. I found out that he was still fucking her. I didn’t tell him I knew and was acting like I was having trouble being with another girl. He put pressure on me to come here.

At first I didn’t want to but once I was here I liked it. I decided to play it for all it was worth to get even!” I though for a minute wondering how far she would go. “So are you going to stick around?” I asked cautiously.

“Sure” she added, “I like it here!”

I weighed my next words carefully. “So would you do a feature with me?” She asked what a feature was so I explained that it was when two girls went up at the same time and got wild together and usually ended up eating each other out as guys screamed in ecstasy and threw money.

“They do that here?” She asked in wild open eyed amazement.

“Sure”, I explained, “most girls here are bisexual and guys love to see girls with other girls. Hell the money rains down!” I laughed.

“Hey, I’ll do anything once!” She laughed.

“Great!” I said as I took her by the arm and lead her to the back office. My pussy was steaming. I couldn’t wait until I got a hold of her. I explained that the manger would have to check her ID and she would have to sign a few forms before she could go on stage. I found out her name was Kara and she lived in the same state as me. She had just tuned 21 two weeks ago. Anyway we found her a g string and matching top as we chatted and waited for our appearance. Finally we heard the DJ announce us. Ladies and gentlemen, he announced, get ready for the main event!

Our featured manavgat escort entertainers will be Candi and Kara. Get those dollars ready. the more money you throw the nastier they get! The music began to play and we entered from two separate areas of the stage. We circled each other as I instructed her to do earlier to draw out the tension. Finally I walked up to her and we embraced. My tongue met hers as I palmed her breasts. I reached around and undid her top and let it fall to the floor as she palmed my buttocks.

We kissed a long time as I felt my pussy get wet. we broke the kiss and I began kissing down her neck. “You’ve got a nice ass!” She whispered.

“Undo it!” I hissed. Kara untied my bottom and it fell to the floor as guys cheered. I undid her top and sucked on her breasts. I reached behind me and undid my top until I was totally nude. I continued down her stomach with my tongue. I kneeled between her legs and began to eat her out. She squinted up her face as she ran her fingers through my hair. I pulled back as my face glistened with her juices. “Lay down!” I said softly as I pushed gently on her stomach. Kara did as I asked as I lay on the stage on my belly and scooted up close to her. I draped one leg over each shoulder.

I looked over her body which looked exquisite in the muted club lighting. Her nipples were rock hard. I reached out and palmed her breasts as I lewdly stuck my tongue out and wiggled it in the air. “I’m gong to eat the living fuck out of your pussy!” I hissed lustfully.

“Oh man!” Kara whined as she ran her fingers through my hair. I bent down and liked the outlines of her pussy lips with just the tip of my tongue. Finally I began to give her long slow licks flattening my tongue against her pussy. “Oh god. . . oh fuck!” Kara whined as money began to rain down. Kara was getting into it! She was oblivious to all the guys standing around throwing money. Her pussy was wet and I relished her tangy juices! I reached behind me over my buttocks and began to finger my own pussy as I ate her out.

“Does that feel good Kara?” I teased.

“Oh god yes!” She moaned.

“THEN FUCK MY FACE GOD DAMMIT!” I hissed lustfully. I returned to eating Kara out. I licked and nibbled and sucked lewdly muratpaşa escort as I fingered my pussy faster and faster. Kara moaned and closed her eyes as she beat her fists against the stage in passion. FUCK THAT BITCHES FACE! The guys screamed enraptured at the scene unfolding before them. I could feel Kara’s juices running down my chin and cheeks.

“OH man. . . oh fuck. . . oh my god. . . oh god!” Kara moaned as her hips began to rotate in a slow sensuous circle. I pulled back and flipped her over taking full control. I repositioned her until her ass was in the air. I spread her buttocks and began to attack her pink little puckered asshole with my tongue.

“Oh my god. . . oh fuck!” Kara whined. Suddenly another dancer had all she could take. she climbed over the rail and put her pussy right in Kara’s face. Kara wasted no time in putting her face in another’s girls pussy. suddenly we were three girls on stage. Me with my auburn hair and Kara with her close trimmed black hair eating Haley out who had long blond hair and a completely shaved pussy. Haley showed her no mercy. She held her face tight against her pussy and said stuff like: “Yeah, eat it, eat that pussy good! eat that fucking pussy good!”

Finally I felt Kara’s body grow stiff as a board and knew she was about to cum. I pulled her tighter against my face as I opened her pussy up gently with my fingers and began to tongue fuck her. she gasped and then screamed all in Haley’s pussy as I felt her cunt spasm against my tongue. Haley arched her back and released Kara’s head as she also screamed in orgasm. I was panting by the time I withdrew from Kara. My face glistened with her juices.

“Get on you back!” I ordered hoarsely. I slowly straddle Kara’s face as her hands reached up to caress my ass. “Yeah that’s it, put that pussy all in my face!” She moaned. “I’m fixing to cum all over that face!” I hissed.

“DO IT. . FUCKING CUM ON MY FACE!” She grunted. I closed my eyes and began to fuck her face. I was past the point of no return. I was getting off on this good looking little bitch and I didn’t care who saw! “yes. . . yes. . eat it. . eat that pussy good. . eat it good!” I moaned. Kara began to fuck her pussy as I rode her gorgeous face. I went faster and faster. I didn’t give a shit about anything! All I wanted was to fuck her face as she ate me out with her hot little tongue!

Finally my body trembled as I screamed in a massive orgasm as I came all over her sweet face. I tumbled off still panting as my hot juices ran down her face and chin. We spent the night together in a hotel but that is a different story!

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Amber didn’t tell Mandy of her discovery of Murphy’s paternity. Mandy, for the moment, was just pleased that they looked like a proper family. It wasn’t easy to go back into the swing of things, though. They would have Murphy in bed by eight, then do schoolwork for three hours, then go to bed, on the weeknights. On weekends and minor holidays, Amber and Mandy would order in, and maybe watch a movie. That is, is Murphy wasn’t very hungry, or very wet.

It annoyed Amber that she was stuck taking care of Ben’s baby. She didn’t even know if he knew that Mandy had been pregnant with his baby. Those three weeks in the hospital, only a week and a half for Mandy, constantly came back to her. She’d given the midwife the onesie, and kept a tight hold on the jewelry box containing the engagement ring, intended for Mandy. It was a daunting experience as the midwife had taken little Murphy Rose away from her, and she’d seen the nose.

It was almost as if she’d been hit by a ton of bricks, or of something of equal force. She just couldn’t believe it. Knowing that the cheating had been mutual between them had been one thing, but knowing she was about to ask the woman that she loved to spend the rest of their life together…especially when she’d gotten pregnant by their ex… Amber just couldn’t swallow it.

Thankfully, the classwork kept her busy. She decided to switch her art credit for her final semester from sculpting to acting. The work load wasn’t as much, and she’d even been cast in a scene from A Midsummer Night’s Dream by Shakespeare. Everyone in the class would groan at his name, but for Amber, who had only heard his name in passing (and having seen the film Shakespeare in Love) decided to give it a go.

She smirked when she read her scene. She would be playing the role of Helena, who was totally hot for this other guy Lysander. The director, a wonderful homosexual man by the name of Andy Withers, decided to have Amber, in the form of Helena, grab Lysander in a fit of passion and kiss him. Delighted, the young man playing Lysander, a law major by the name of Felix, agreed that they should give it a go.

Not wanting to stick out, or be called named (although something told Amber that she wouldn’t be judged as much here) agreed. However, Mr. Withers told Felix and Amber not to start the ‘kissing bit’, as he called it, until a week before performance. That way, he said, they would be so deep in heat and passion that it would seem more real.

Amber smirked and covered her face with her script.

“What?” Felix asked.

Amber pulled her script down and turned red. “Well, I…” She sighed. “I guess I should tell you this,” she said, tucking a bit of hair behind her ear and looking away. “I’m bisexual and I live with my girlfriend.”

Felix laughed. “Is that all?” He smiled. “Don’t worry. I’m gay.”

“You’re…what?!” Amber cried.

Felix nodded. “Yeah. It’s fine, really. I live with my partner Victor. He’s just the best. We met our junior year of high school.”

“How did you know?” Amber asked. “Like, when did you find out?”

He shrugged. “When I was five, I guess. I always had a thing for Barbie dolls or something, I don’t know. Why? When did you find out?”

Amber sighed. “The summer after my senior year of high school,” she admitted. “It was…pretty surprising, actually. And it all happened so fast that I…”

“What?” Felix asked.

Amber looked around. Everyone else had emptied off into separate the practice rooms, which were provided, leaving them alone in the theater. “I cheated on my girlfriend earlier this year,” she said.

“Wow,” Felix said.

“Do you think I’m a bad person?” Amber asked. Part of her wanted him to say that she was, but he ended up surprising her.

“No,” he replied. “You’re not a bad person. There’s probably just something in your relationship that needs to be resolved.”

“Well, I can tell you right now, that’s not going to happen for another nineteen years,” she said darkly.

Felix chuckled. “I didn’t want to say anything… Are you pregnant?” he asked kindly.

Amber nodded. “Yes,” she said. “I’m about six months now.”

“But…you’ve got that ‘I’m so tired 24/7’ look. What’s going on?”

“Oh, um…Mandy just had a baby.”

“Both of you were pregnant?” Felix asked.

Amber nodded a second time. “Yes.”

“Boy? Girl?”

“Girl. Her name is Murphy Rose Spezia-Zucchero,” Amber said.

Felix grinned. “That’s a great name… But what’s the problem?”

“Well, we decided that I would be the one to get inseminated, but Mandy got herself knocked up over the summer…by our ex-boyfriend…”

“Your ex-boyfriend?”

“Yeah. We dated the same guy…he cheated on me with her…”

“Now, that is complicated,” Felix said. “And I was all psyched because I was getting to fake kiss a girl for the first time…”

“Fake kiss?” Amber demanded sarcastically. “I don’t fake kiss.”

“Yes, but it’ll be fake for us,” Felix replied.

Amber left her acting antalya escort class that day with half her lines memorized, a new friend, and a dinner invitation. Amber arrived at the condo, which was a late Christmas present from Mandy’s parents, but the tenants hadn’t moved out until three weeks ago, at around four o’clock.

Felix and his partner Victor lived off campus, too, and Felix said he’d be delighted to have Amber, Mandy, and little Murphy over for dinner sometime in the next week. He and Victor entertained a lot, he’d just have to check with him for a good date. Victor, from what Felix had told her, was twenty-three, and was working at his father’s hospital nearby. They also had a son, who was conceived in a surrogate mother, named Nathan, who was four.

When she got home, she excitedly shared the news with Mandy and Murphy, who were online looking at baby clothes. Mandy grinned and kissed Amber on the cheek, happy that she’d made a friend.

A week later, they all arrived at Felix and Victor’s upscale apartment and knocked on the massive door. Felix answered it and grinned at the three of them. “Hello, my acting partner!” he said, embracing Amber. “And this must be Mandy and Murphy,” he cried. “Mandy, you’re just as gorgeous as Amber said you were, totally Grace Kelly gone brunette all the way! And Murphy, aren’t you adorable! We need to call our connections at Calvin Klein and/or Gerber! I see a child model!”

Victor appeared in the doorway behind Felix and draped his arm casually around him. “Oh, Felix,” he said, playfully shaking his head with a smile on his face. “Did he tell you about sending Murphy to Calvin Klein or Gerber?” he asked.

Amber and Mandy nodded.

“Oh, Felix!” he said, kissing him on the cheek. “Come on in,” he said, making way for them. “There’s hors d’ oeuvres on the table. Nothing fancy, just cheese and crackers and mineral water. Felix, help me take their coats, please!” he reprimanded gently. “And there’s Nathan practicing his yoga. I must admit, I haven’t known another four year old to do that. Sweetie, come say hello to Amber, Mandy and Murphy!”

Nathan instantly listened to Victor and came over to them. “Hi,” he said, a large grin on his face. “Murphy’s really small!” he said.

Amber giggled and looked at Mandy.

“Yes, she is,” Mandy replied. “She was actually born about two months early. It’s a medical miracle that she survived.”

“Wow,” said Nathan, clearly interested. “Is she okay now?”

“Yes, she’s okay now,” Mandy said.

Nathan shuffled from foot to foot, clearly wanting to ask more. “May I hold her, please, Mandy?” he asked.

Mandy looked at Felix and Victor, who gave her a, It’s your call, look. She looked again at Nathan, his little face wishing for a yes. “Of course,” she said, grinning down at the boy. “You just have to sit back on the couch and be very gentle.”

“I can do that!” Nathan said, hopping across the room to the totally retro black leather couch and sitting in the left corner.

Amber went to the couch and sat beside him. She put two pillows around him and watched as Mandy handed over Murphy, who seemed perfectly content with the world around her.

“Support her head,” Mandy instructed. “If you’re careful, you can rock slowly back and forth. She might fall asleep.”

Nathan did as he was told, a small smile creeping onto his face. “She’s beautiful,” he said.

“Shall we have dinner?” Felix asked, coming out of the kitchen then. “I’ve just checked, and everything is cooked to perfection. Shall we eat?” he asked, taking off his apron with the words Kiss the Cook written on it in an amusing font.

“Sounds good,” Mandy said, taking Amber by the hand.

“Will he be okay?” Amber asked Felix, nodding at Nathan and Murphy.

Felix nodded. “Yes. He’s good with everyone. My sister had a daughter about Murphy’s age and he’s always great with her. Besides, we can spy on them from the dining room.”

“Everything will be all right,” Victor reassured them, leading the way into the dining room.

As Amber and Mandy turned around, they smiled at the scene before them in the living room. Nathan was whispering sweetly to Murphy. Then, just as they were about to turn around, he said, “Someday, I’m going to marry you.”

Back at home later that night, Murphy went to bed after having a bottle without so much as a peep. Amber pulled Mandy into their bedroom and shut the door. She undressed her hurriedly and then herself, before she pushed her onto the bed, and began to rub herself all over her. “God, I am so wet,” she whispered. “I want you to make me come, Mandy…”

Mandy grinned. She reached into her bedside table drawer for her strap on and put it on. She turned Amber over and entered her from behind. “Have you ever done it like this?” she asked, gleefully watching Amber’s pussy becoming wetter and wetter with every thrust.

Amber thought of the first time she and Gabrielle had made love. She bit her lip on her positive kemer escort reply. She simply shook her head as Mandy began thrusting so hard and so fast, that she made her come in under a minute.

The next seven weeks passed without a hitch. Amber went to her acting class and bonded further with Felix, and even managed to impress Mr. Withers enough for him to ask her to assistant direct the spring musical, Wicked. It made Amber sad to decline, because she said, as she was pregnant, she wouldn’t be able to fit it into her schedule.

Amber came home on a day in mid-May. She heard Mandy in the nursery, softly singing a lullaby to Murphy, who was due for her late afternoon half hour nap. Amber put down her things and went in to see them.

Mandy grinned when she saw her. “Can you take over?” she whispered as Amber took off her coat. “I need to give her the bottle before I put her down,” she said.

Amber nodded and took Murphy in her arms. She gave Mandy a quick kiss as she went into the kitchen to get the bottle. “Hey, sweetie,” Amber whispered to Murphy. “You’re gonna meet some new people. Only Mommy number one doesn’t know about it yet. Mommy number two is going to tell her later, okay?” She kissed Murphy on her forehead just as Mandy came back, holding the bottle.

Amber handed her over and went into their large bedroom at the back of the house. She dug in the closet where she found the jewelry box, and the onesie she’d taken back from the midwife, in favor of the, I’m So Cute one, which had quickly become a favorite with their daughter. She decided to get Murphy up herself, change her into the onesie, have a talk with Mandy, and then propose to her. She just had to think of a way to…

“Mandy!” Amber called quietly as Mandy shut the door of the nursery. She quickly put the things back into the closet and took off her sweater, jeans, socks, and shirt. She lay on the bed in her bra and panties, and awaited her lover. “Hey,” she said coyly.

“What’s this?” Mandy asked.

“Well,” Amber said, standing up, “I thought we’ve been working so hard we need to have a little fun.” She shut the door and flicked on the baby monitor. She then pulled Mandy towards the bed, the sly smile still on her face. “Come on,” she said. “It’ll be fun.” She began to slowly undress Mandy, until she was completely naked. Then she playfully pushed her onto the bed, and spread her legs apart. “You need to get off…and you’re already wet!” she accused playfully. She leaned forward then and began to lap greedily at Mandy’s clit.

Mandy soon began to wriggle and squirm. “Oh, God…!” she said in what was a cross between a whisper, a gasp, and a moan.

“Yes,” Amber said. “You like it when I lick your pussy, don’t you?” she said, a giggle escaping her lips as she began to lick harder and faster. “I want you to say it,” she whispered against Mandy’s pussy lips. “I want you to say that you love it when I lick your pussy.”

Mandy responded by bucking her hips back and forth. “Y-yes!” she cried, grabbing ahold of Amber’s hair as gently as she could. She pulled as hard as she could without hurting Amber and yanked her closer to her pussy. “I want you to finger me!” she cried. “Finger me and make me come!” she screamed then, forgetting about Murphy in the next room.

Amber did as she was told and stuck two fingers into Mandy’s pussy, now dripping wet. “Do you like that?” she asked. “Do you like it when I finger you, Mandy?”

“Oh, God, yes!” she cried.

Then Murphy started screaming from the nursery. Amber’s fingers whipped out of Mandy and held her down.

“I’m not going to just let her scream!” Mandy said, her eyes defiant. “She’s too young for that, and you know it!”

“I’m not saying that at all,” Amber said, pushing Mandy back into bed. “All I’m saying is just lie back and relax. I’m her mother, too. I’ll take care of her, okay? You take a shower, then take a nap. When she’s calm again, I’ll come in and join you before dinner, okay?” Amber grinned down at Mandy and wiggled her index finger at her. “Maybe someone will get lucky and actually orgasm this time.”

Mandy smile melted onto her face like a ray of sunshine on a perfect summer day. She put her arms around Amber and kissed her passionately on the mouth. “Okay,” she said, getting up and crossing daintily to the bathroom. “I’ll take a shower, ma’am. Then, you’d better get back here as soon as Murphy stops crying and goes back to sleep.” She let out another giggle before stepping completely into the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

Amber let out a quick sigh and took a sanitation wipe out from their dresser and wiped her hands with it, so they smelled fresh and not like Mandy’s pussy. She then crossed to the closet just as she heard the shower turning on, and imagined all of Mandy dripping wet and not just her pussy. She pictured her lover pleasuring herself in the shower, her finger moving in a circular motion on her clit as she brought herself to a full orgasm, kepez escort for the eleventh time this week, no doubt.

She nibbled her bottom lip and got out the onesie and the jewel box from the closet and slipped on one of her over sized t-shirt. She then left the room to check on Murphy, but was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. She went into the nursery, got the now calm Murphy, set aside the onesie and the box in the nursery closet before going through the living room and towards the front door.

She looked through the peephole, but had to turn on the light to see who it really was. She doubled back when she saw it was Ben. Curse words rang in her mind as she stamped her foot, but allowed herself to open the door to him, anyway.

“What?” she demanded, and her anger rose when she saw a suitcase and his small duffle bag with his initials in a stupid curly font.

“Amber?” Ben asked, narrowing his eyes. “Wow. You haven’t changed a bit!” he said, immediately putting his arms around her and giving her a massive bear hug.

“What do you want?” Amber cried, pulling away, and quickly bouncing Murphy so as not to upset her.

“I want to see my kid,” Ben said, entering the condo without permission and setting his bags down in the hall.

“What kid?” Amber said, trying to play dumb. She could still hear the shower running, so she knew she had some time.

“Um, Murphy?” he asked, reaching out and taking the child out of Amber’s loving and secure arms. “Hey, girl! Daddy’s here! Yes, he is! Oh, yes, yes, yes, he is!”

Amber crossed the arms and resisted the urge of hitting him in the balls. “I would appreciate it if you don’t talk to my daughter as you would a dog,” she said through gritted teeth.

Ben narrowed his eyes at her. “She isn’t your daughter, Amber,” he said, as if he was speaking to a small child. “The only way she could be is if you and Mandy were married and if you’d adopted her. But, you don’t have my permission as the birth father to do so, now do you? So back off, you lesbo, and let me spend time with my kid!”

The words hit Amber so hard that she nearly staggered back. She lowered her eyes so that Ben couldn’t see them filling with tears. “Fine,” she said submissively, and took another step back. Her knees began to shake, and she instantly felt as if she’d wet her pants. Struggling to keep calm, she said, “Why don’t you go into the living room? I’ll go tell Mandy that you’re here.” She crossed to their bedroom, where she could still hear the shower. She pulled on her most comfortable sweat pants, and put on a pair of sandals and a sweatshirt. She scrawled a quick note to Mandy, saying: I’m in labor. Ben is in the living room with Murphy. I don’t know if I’ll be back. Then, she grabbed the duffle that had been ready for the past month and went out the side door, located in the office. She ran up the street, to Felix’s, and dialed his number.

“Felix!” she cried.

“What’s going on?” he asked, immediately concerned.

“I’m in labor!” she gasped. “My water broke…”

“I’m on it,” he said. “Where are you?”

“Third,” she said.

“I was just driving home from that convention I told you about. I’m on Fourth. I’ll be right there.”

She saw Felix’s Mercedes pull around the corner then as she hung up her phone and ran toward the car. “God, this hurts!” she cried.

“You look terrible,” Felix said as he began to drive. “What’s going on?”

Amber shut her eyes. “He showed up.”

“No!” Felix cried. “Not…Murphy’s sperm?”

“The one and only,” she said darkly. “Oh!” she cried, and gripped Felix’s free hand. “Damn contraction…I hate this!”

“Breathe,” Felix ordered.

“How’s…Victor and Nathan?” she asked. “They doing good?”

“They’re fine,” Felix said. “They’re spending time with Aunt Lucy today. You know…my sister with my niece Grace?”

“Yes, of course,” Amber said, tensing up with another contraction. “I know, of course I know.”

They pulled into the hospital parking lot and parked the car.

“We have to say I’m your brother or something, or they won’t let me back in with you,” Felix said.

Amber laughed out loud. “Yay…I’ve always wanted an older brother. My younger one sucks.”

Felix got a wheelchair and wheeled Amber inside the hospital. “Woman in labor!” he cried.

Nurses and doctors immediately surrounded them.

“How old are you?”

“I’m twenty,” she said, beginning to pant from the pain.

“What’s your name?”

“Amber Zucchero,” she said.

“How far along are you?”

“I’m three weeks early,” Amber cried, crossing her legs in another wave of pain. “Oh…God!” she screamed.

“Who are you?” a nurse asked Felix.

“I’m her brother,” he said. When they looked at him skeptically, he said, “I have a different mother.”

They shrugged and wheeled Amber back, Felix sprinting to keep up. They got her into a room, where they administered an epidural with her profuse permission. Amber literally fell back on the table, gasping in pain. She didn’t know what was happening, especially when everything started going completely fuzzy. She saw Felix holding her hand, telling her to breathe, and a doctor going between her legs.

“She’s nine centimeters,” the doctor said. “It’ll be any time now.”

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I got back from a business trip a little earlier than expected and decided to spend that day, that had come out ouf the blue, with Nina. My wife didn’t expect me back for another day.
It was like 4 in the afternoon when I got to Nina’s place and let myself in with some flowers in my hand. Nina wasn’t in. I had expected her to, as she had told me she was studying for her exam. So I put the flowers in a vase in the bedroom and then took a long bath. Lying in the hot tub, I wished Nina was there. It had been a long trip and all I wanted to do was to relax. I imagined Nina’s body on top of me, giving my shoulders a massage, her ample breasts right before my eyes, my tongue trying to reach her nipples.

I must have dozed off. I awoke when I heard a door shut. The water was cold. There were two other people in the apartment. Nina had brought someone else to her place. Before knowing what was going on, I felt a pang of jealousy. Maybe it was because I heard Nina whisper something half unaudible to the stranger. And though I didn’t understand a word, I could tell it was that low, soft voice that Nina had when she was aroused. I couldn’t make out the other voice. Then some more steps, the feet shuffling towards the living room. Apparently they hadn’t noticed my shoes and my suitcase. But then again, this was not an unusual sight in Nina’s place, even when I was not there. I got out to tub very slowly escort antalya and carefully. I decided to catch them in flagranti. I really was jealous and mad.

All I could see throught the living room door was Nina’s soft brown hair, and a hand disappearing in it. Nina was moaning softly and then there was a sound of two people kissing. Nina’s hair disappeared from the door. I took a couple of steps towards the living room, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around my hips. Nina’s wonderful figure was obscuring my view of my rival. I could only see some white sport sneakers. Nina’s blouse was becoming undone, its sides now hanging loosely beside her ribs, permitting me to see her white bra. “Relax”, Nina was saying to my rival and apparently both were lying down on the couch, Nina being on top. I was feeling more jealous by the second and still couldn’t make out my rival, so I quietly entered the living room, hiding in the doorway towards the kitchen. It was dark in there, so I would be hard to spot, whereas I had a good view on the couch.

My jealousy was gone instantly. My rival was, well, a gorgeous black haired girl, even prettier than Nina. She had a sort of Indian touch to her, her skin being of a creamy brown. Nina’s hands were all over her, pushing up her skirt, fingering at her top. The brown girl was caressing Nina’s breasts through the bra, drawing ibradi escort Nina towards her. They kissed, Nina’s hands were stroking through her lover’s silky black hair. Then the brwon girl rolled her over, now being on top her. She slid her top over her head, revealing big, firm breasts. Her dark nipples were erect, almost as hard as my dick under to towel.

My rivel’s lips are softly caressing Nina’s neck, wandering down her chest and her belly, her fingers undoing the flies of Nina’s jeans. Her mouth is going for my mistresses’s dark triangle. Her hands are pulling down Nina’s jeans, virtually peeling her out of them. Then she goes for Nina’s underpants that must be soaking wet by now. She uses her teeth to get if off Nina, who has taken of her bra and is completley naked now. I’ve never seen Nina’s nipples that erect before.

Then my rival does something very surprising and nevertheless very erotic. She takes Nina’s big toe in her mouth, sucking on it as if her life depended on it. Then she takes the others in her mouth, one by one and then all of them, foot-fucking her mouth. Her tongue is sliding down Nina’s sole, resting on her heel, her lips pressed onto it. Her mouth is caressing Nina’s feet for what seems an eternity. I drop my towel, My dick has never been that hard, I’ve never seen anything as erotic as this. And honestly, kaş escort I think Nina has never been as aroused and excited as tonight. After having her feet sucked for a couple of minutes, she comes without having touched herself. My rival lets go of Nina’s feet and is at her pussy, savouring the last drop of my mistress’ juices. Her lips are touching Nina’s nether lips, her tongue parting them and going for that bud.

Nina reaches her second orgasm within a few minutes. And then she returns the favor, first sucking on her lover’s nipples, their bodies intertwine.

I leave my hiding place. Nina is suprised to see me, naturally. “I didn’t expect you back so soon”, she says, blushing. “Well, I’m glad you didn’t. Otherwise, all of us would have missed a lot of fun. Who is your, emmh, friend?” “This is Joy. Joy – Harry”. It is a bit akward for her, I can tell. “Sorry, I didn’t want to disturb you. I just couldn’t help it … ” “Did you enjoy our little encounter?” Joy asks me, with a grin on her face, taking the iniative and starts to caress Nina’s breasts, her other hand fondling with her pussy. “You can watch, if you want to”. They must have come three more times that night. Me too. Well, before I joined to make it a threesome.

As Joy told me over breakfast, it was Nina who had seduced her. They know each other from college and Nina had had the hots for her fort quite some time. When they met on the beach, Nina made a move. Joy, whose parents actually are from India, first resisted. But after a playing a little footsie on the beach, as she put it, they went to Nina’s place.

We’re trying to get together as often as we can now. And, honestly, most of the time I just watch.

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This happened about a week ago.

I didn’t get a lot of sun on my body that day…I got something better.

To all of you who always read, fav and comment, thank-you from the bottom of my heart.

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“Now you just relax while I cum on your tummy.”

“How do I relax while youre cumming on my tummy?”

I was in the sun, on my back and completely covered in oil. I WAS soaking up a lot of sun, until this hot, horny woman parked her pussy on my tummy. I propped my head up on a folded towel and looked into Blue’s do-me-or-I’ll-die eyes. She reached down and spread her outer lips and slid her pussy on my slippery skin.

“Fuck, Sunny…it won’t take long like this…”

I smiled and slid my oily hands to her ass and massaged it deeply…she tossed her hair and leaned her head back, her body trembling. I slid my fingers between her ass cheeks and touched her opening. She squealed out and her body jumped…I kept my finger there and spoke to her. “Ooooooooooo…does baby want her ass played with?”

She was rubbing her pussy harder on my tummy now. “Sunny…fuck…you KNOW I do!”

Her opening was slipery now from my oily finger…I slid my finger around it, then laid my finger flat on it and pressed hard. My hot lover screamed and her pussy jumped, then wetly plopped back down antalya escort on my firm tummy. “Dammit Sunny! I wanna cum!”

“Oh, it doesn’t look like you need me for that! You’re pretty close all by yourself!”

“FUCK ME!!”

Keeping my finger between her ass cheeks on her opening, I slid my other hand under her pussy. She squealed more, and I slid one finger just inside her pussy…Blue grabbed my hand and roughly shoved the rest of finger inside her as far as it would go and pressed her pussy hard on that finger…I massaged her opening very firmly and her wild orgasm took her!

I reached deeper inside her with my finger, wiggling it like crazy against the walls of her pussy, letting her ride it through her orgasm…she fucked hard and soaked my already-slippery tummy completely!

She collapsed on top of me with her arms out to break her fall, but that didn’t stop her breasts from landing on my face. I pretended to struggle, waving my arms and screaming from under her fabulous breasts, pretending they were smothering me.

“Lemme out! Lemme out! I’m gonna die under here!”

Blue moved down, giggling and sliding her breasts from my face, but not before I could give each of them affectionate kisses. I gently slid my nails down her back to her ass. I held onto her ass while akseki escort she spoke against my lips, “YOU have earned yourself a good, hard fuck…”

“Oh good! I love a good, hard fuck!” I looked around and found no toys. My pussy was already pounding. I looked at her. “What will you give me a good, hard fuck with?”

Baby opened a towel she’d brought with her and smiled. There was our double-toy! I yelled, “FUCK YEAH!”

“Fuck yeah is right!”

I eagerly tucked my knees way back, spread them and slid my hands under them to hold them back, surrendering my pussy to Blue, the woman who owns my pussy and knows how to treat it so well…

Baby rolled my end of the toy on my tummy, lubricating it with the lovely mixture of suntan oil and her cum pooled there…my glistening-wet butterfly pussy lips fluttered for her and she slid the toy between them…I gasped softly while she slid the toy into me…lots of Sunnyjuices flowed from around it…it slid sooooooooo easily into my hungry pussy.

My body shook, but I held onto my knees. “Ooooooooohhhhhh…do me, baby…”

She pushed the big toy ALL the way in…I screamed when it stopped at the back of my pussy, “FUCK ME, YOU HOT WOMAN, YOU!”

She held her end of the toy and moved my end around inside me. aksu escort “Oooooooooo, does my sweet slut want her pussy fucked?”

“FUCK YES, I DO! GIVE IT TO ME!”

My pussy squeezed the toy…my juices poured down between my ass cheeks, setting my opening on fire…she got up on her feet, crouched down and lowered her pussy onto her end of the toy. Her dripping pussy looked hot as fuck taking so much of the toy inside her. Still holding my knees back, I wriggled my hips to fuck the toy farther inside her pretty pussy…she squealed and grabbed my feet, pushing them and knees farther back and DROPPED herself HARD on the toy and I screamed out loud! “FUCK ME, BLUE!”

With her hands pushing my feet back, pinning me in that position, Baby gripped the toy with her pussy and fucked me with long, rough strokes. She made me her hot slut, filling every bit of my pussy, all her juices flowing down the toy and splattering with each fuck she drove into me…I threw my head back and came wildly from the crazy orgasm she gave me, then her own orgasm rocked her body and drenched me!

We were both exhausted! She slid the toy from both of us, then laid herself on top of me, smothered my lips in hot, sucking kisses, then kept her lips to mine and said, “Ya got me all oily and messy and stuff, but you were worth it, baby…”

I kissed her, sliding my tongue deep inside her mouth, then back out again and said. “Anytime you wanna play with me, you know where to find me…”

“I love you, Sunny.”

“I love YOU, my precious Blue.”

The End

© 2019 Sunny Johansen

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