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She was scared, really scared. So scared that her hands were sweaty and shaking, and her mouth was so dry that her lips were sticking to her teeth.

She couldn’t understand it, they’d been through this endless times since they’d met, especially over the last few months. She knew exactly what was going to happen and what he expected of her. Still, she supposed, knowing what to do and doing it were two very different things.

She met him in a gaming chat room online, around four months ago. As soon as they started messaging he had told her what he needed from his women, she had told him she could never be that. But now, here she was, waiting to be that woman for him.

Was it curiosity? Was it the fear of losing someone she had connected so deeply with? She had no idea, all she knew was that she was both scared of what lay beyond the door into the room, and what lay beyond the door out of the house and away from him. She was trying to decide which it was that she was most afraid of. And wondering if she had time to get another drink of water and one last trip to the loo.

Then she realised it was not fear of him, but fear of her own reactions to what was going to happen that kept her from knocking on the door, and with that she knocked three times, loudly.

He asked her to come in in a commanding baritone. She entered, eyes cast down as he had asked her, and waited for her instructions. How long was she standing there? Ten, maybe fifteen minutes just waiting for him. She knew he was testing her will and strength. She knew she could do it, so she just kept waiting.

Finally he spoke, “Do you know your safeword?”

“Yes,” she replied.

“What is it?” he asked, coming to stand in front of her.

“P-pineapple.” She said, beginning to shake.

“Good girl” He smiled. “Now please remove your clothes.”

She took off her clothes and folded them neatly, more to gain some composure of herself than to be neat. When she had finished she stood again, eyes cast down, hands by her sides waiting for him.

He grabbed her around her neck and lifted her chin to him. “Just to reiterate, in here my word is law, what I say goes, your opinion counts for nothing and the only time I listen to you is when you safeword. In here you are my property, purely for my pleasure. Understood?”

“Yes.” She whispered.

“You will address me as Sir or Master. And I will address you as I see fit. You will only speak when you are given permission. Is that clear?”

“Yes Sir, that’s clear.” She answered.

He nodded curtly and guided her, still holding her neck, to the large padded bench. He tied her to it, using silk scarves, face down, an arm or a leg at each corner. Later he would use ropes, cuffs and bondage tape, but right now, he could see she was frightened and didn’t want to scare her anymore than she was.

He let her test the restraints, though he knew she was only getting out of them if he untied her, and waited while she satisfied herself that this was the case.

As she tried to twist and turn and escape from her bonds she thought “Oh God, this is really it! There’s no going back now!”

He had positioned her so that all his toys were at her back, he wanted to surprise and shock her, and keep her constantly tingling with anticipation. Though, at the same time, he didn’t want her to get scared and safeword. He knew she had it in her to be this woman, he had been looking for a long time for somebody just like her. He was looking forward to her finally admitting that she WAS that woman. He was going to enjoy this, he could see that she already had goosebumps.

He smiled and picked up a light, velvet flogger. “I see you have goosebumps slut, it’s time to warm you up.” He said and began to flog her bottom and back, not enough to cause any pain, but he knew she would begin to feel the sting, tingle and warmth it caused on her skin. He needed her to taste these feelings first, as these were the sorts of implements he would use on her most often.

As he began to use the bursa altıparmak escort flogger she first felt the sting of it, and almost called out, before she remembered that it would be a waste of energy, unless she called out that safeword. She really did not want to do that, because in her mind calling the safeword was like saying “I’m a failure!” She had never failed at anything before, she was not going to start now.

Then she realised something strange was happening to her body, she began to tingle, pleasantly where he was flogging her, and then the warmth crept in. As he worked on her her whole back and bottom began to feel very warm, as if they were glowing a really bright red, as if she had just had a really hot bath. And then she noticed something else, she was squirming. She at first thought that she needed a pee, then she felt the wetness seeping down her thighs, and she realised that she was immensely horny! She couldn’t believe it! She was so busy trying to work out what this meant that she didn’t realise he had stopped flogging her.

He came and knelt by her head. “Look at me little one,” he said.

She did as he asked. “How are you feeling?” He asked her, searching her face for signs of anger or distress, or both.

“I’m OK,” she said. “A little confused and overwhelmed by my own reactions, but I’m OK.”

“What are your reactions?” He asked, needing her to verbalise everything for him. If she didn’t verbally tell him then she could possibly deny it later.

“Weeeelllll,” she said slowly, “I’m really comfortable with what you’ve just done, it felt really good. Which is a shock, I thought I would hate it! And it’s made me horny! Really horny, I’m so horny I have juices dribbling down my legs!” She tried to hide her blushes as she spoke, but he held her face to his so that he could see her reactions. Now was not a time for her to hide the truth.

He looked at her full in the face. “Why are you saying this?” He demanded from her.

“Because it’s the truth Sir.” She answered, not breaking eye contact. “Check for yourself if you want to.”

“You’re not just saying what you think I want to hear?” He questioned.

“No Sir, I honestly feel that way. As I said, you can feel the evidence for yourself.” She blushed again, but did not try to hide her face this time. She knew that this would be the first time he had touched her naked flesh, other than to hold her hand. But that felt good. She suddenly wanted, with every part of her being, him to touch her pussy and feel how wet for him she was.

He held her face in place with one hand and traced a line down her back with the other, slowly travelling down her body, drinking in every curve and dimple. He was watching her reaction to his touch. He liked the look of desire on her face, the look of need in her eyes and the way she caught her breath when he caught areas that were sensitive. Finally he found the crease of her bottom, he dipped his fingers in to the crease and applied gentle pressure to her arsehole, and gloried in the catch of her breath and the slightly crazed look on her face as she tried to buck against his fingers.

“Not yet slut.” He whispered to her, and carried on his journey.

When he found her pussy lips her whole body tensed up, but as he was watching her face, he knew it was from anticipation, not revulsion. He traced the outside of her lips, teasing her for a few minutes, and saw the crazed look on her face grow as she tried to buck and cause more friction. He chuckled and teased her a little longer, watching her desire grow. Finally, he dipped his fingers between her puffy pussy lips and felt the confirmation of what she had told him. She wasn’t just wet, she was soaking, dripping with desire for him.

He found her clitoris, and gently and slowly rubbed little circles around it, carefully watching her. He watched the fire grow from a smoulder to a blaze on her face and suddenly withdrew his hands.

She groaned audibly and he spanked her hard, once on her bottom. bursa nilüfer escort “Do I need to remind you why you are here?” He growled, trying to mask his amusement and desire.

“No Sir,” She gasped, “for your pleasure.”

“Exactly slut.” He said. “You cum if and when it pleases me and not until. Understood?”

“Yes Sir.” She almost groaned. She needed release so badly, but knew that asking for it would not make him give it to her, it might even make him punish her. So she said no more.

He had planned to do so much more with her, but he could now smell her desire, and it made him hard and hungry for her. He had waited to take her for so long. Then he thought about how to do it. He wanted her to remember the first time she gave herself to him.

He put the tip of his index finger at the entrance to her pussy. “Do you want me?” He growled.

“Oh yes Sir!” She responded, gasping and trying to buck him into her.

“You will beg for me like the slut that you are. It will give me great pleasure to hear and see you begging with your words and actions. Everything you want you will have to beg for, and you will not cum until I think that you have begged sufficiently. Do you understand slut?”

“Oh yes Sir” She said and opened her mouth to speak again.

He put his hand over her mouth and stopped her. “Don’t forget your place dear.” He said and came to face her. “Only speak when given permission. I will tell you when I want to hear you beg. And if you cum before I say you can there will be very severe consequences.”

She just nodded the best she could and waited with a small amount of fear, God, could she do this?

He began to move his finger inside her. Gently drawing small circles around the entrance to her pussy. Not putting enough pressure on to make her cum, but just teasing her, and it had the desired effect. He was going to have some fun.

He pulled out of her pussy and licked her juices off his fingers loudly so that she knew what he was doing. He saw her blush and chuckled again. He then dipped in again quickly with his full finger, and then forced that finger into her mouth.

She was reluctant to taste herself, but she knew she had no choice. She blushed furiously as she took her finger into her mouth and tasted her pussy juice. She was surprised at the sweet taste of it, and found that she quite liked it.

He laughed as he saw her mood change from reluctance, to acceptance, to eagerness. He then withdrew and kissed her full, hard and possessively on the mouth. Tasting her pussy as well as her mouth, and enjoying the way the two tasted together. It made him even harder. He was finding it difficult to maintain his control.

He broke the kiss as suddenly as he began it and watched as she searched for him with her mouth. He chuckled and went back to the foot of the bench. He dipped his finger briefly into her pussy again, in order to lube it, then he began to finger fuck her arsehole. She was starting to lose control, he could tell, but he kept a careful eye on all of her reactions. He didn’t want her to cum just yet. At the last possible second he withdrew his finger, and she barely stifled a groan, he chuckled and let it ride, though she would have to learn to curb that later.

Again he stuck his finger in her mouth so that she could taste her own arsehole. She tried to resist this, but he held her head still while he made her suck on his finger as if it was a lollipop. She gagged and fought a little, but he held her there until she accepted that this would be something he wanted her to do. He felt her body go through different moods again, and when he was satisfied he had acceptance again he took his finger out of her mouth.

“You need to get used to tasting body fluids little girl.” He said, “I’ll want you to taste your own and mine on a regular basis. Now, taste my arsehole!” And he pushed his bottom into her face and instructed her to “Lick.”

She was unsure what to do. She wanted to do what he asked, but it bursa kentmeydanı escort was his arse, for goodness sake! He stood there with his bum pressed to her face and waited to see what she would do. He felt her tense, then relax, then tense and relax again as she went through her inner struggle with his request.

She had no choice but to smell him, and after a few minutes she decided that the smell wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be and tentatively poked out her tongue. She gave it a quick lick and then withdrew her tongue, hoping that that would be enough. But he was still standing there, so she figured she needed to do more. So she licked some more, getting her tongue right in the crease and really licking his little star. He squirmed as she did this and pressed back onto her, so that her tongue slipped into his arsehole. She froze, unsure what to do, he stopped too, waiting for her. Then she began to tease his arse with her tongue, seemingly savouring his smell and taste, almost trying too fuck his arse with her tongue. He smiled broadly, he was so pleased with her right now, but didn’t want to speak for fear of making her realise what she was doing and stopping her.

Abruptly he drew away from her, she still had her tongue out when he turned around, he bent down and sucked her tongue into his mouth, tasting himself on her. It almost made him lose control there and then. He knew he had to wrap this up soon.

He broke the kiss and looked at her. She looked so sexy laid there, tied to the bench, he was so happy with her and he knew he had made the right choice with her. He lifted her head by her ponytail and said “You’ve done very well so far little girl, and we’re nearly done here. But now you need to beg for my cock.”

“Please Sir, give me your cock, I need it.” She declared.

“Not good enough slut. Be more specific!” He demanded of her, he had already warned her that he expected her to demean herself.

“Please Sir, will you fuck my pussy with your beautiful hard cock? I need to feel it inside me now, before I break! I need to feel you inside me fucking me, and I know you need to cum. If it pleases you Sir, please fuck my pussy” She asked.

Well what could he do when she had asked so nicely? He kissed her briefly on her forehead and whispered “Good girl slut.” And went back to the foot of the bench.

He positioned himself in between her open legs and rubbed his cock on her pussy lips, whilst warning her “Do not cum until I tell you, if you think you are going to cum, or you need to cum then you must beg for it. Is that clear?”

“Yes Sir” she whispered, afraid that she was so turned on that the second he entered her she would explode.

He entered her slowly enjoying the feeling of her warm, wet, tight pussy enveloping his cock. She was almost too tight. “I won’t last long” he thought. He waited until she began to try to buck against him and then began to fuck her with long, hard strokes. She moaned and gasped as he moved in and out and they slowly both began to come undone as they enjoyed each other. They had waited so long and it felt so good to finally be together like this.

Soon she began to beg, “please Sir, I need to cum, please may I? Oh Sir, please let me cum, I’m about to explode, Sir I’ll die if you don’t let me cum right now!” And so on. He kept denying her until she could no longer talk, then he knew she was on the verge of orgasm, and he was close too.

“Cum for me slut.” He said simply, and that was all she needed. She exploded, writhing and shaking and sweating and cursing. She had the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced, she had never known sex could feel like this.

At the same time he came inside her, quietly, but with a small groan, it was with a sort of relief that he had chosen well and that she hadn’t safeworded, but still with that blissful happiness that only a long, drawn out conquest can give a man.

He withdrew and made her clean him, which she did with a renewed passion. He then untied her and helped her to stand, move and drink some water before drawing her onto his knee. He held her and rubbed her back as they both came back to earth.

He accidentally brushed her nipple as he changed position slightly and she started writhing against him again.

He laughed. Yes, he was going to enjoy finding the hidden slut in this one!

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A New Beginning Chapter 3

*****Thank you for all the comments on the previous 2 chapters, they really do bring a me smile that lasts all day.
Once again a huge Thank you to my Editor and his crop, the paddle sadly didn’t make it through Customs.
This chapter contains sex..yay I hear you say and some girl on girl action.*****
We left our heroine beginning her stay with her prospective new Dom MA and his lovely lady Silky. This chapter continues to follow on her journey as a strong willed part time submissive returning to the lifestyle after the death of her former master.

I woke up for the second time that morning, my eyes opening slowly, sleepily looking round. I was still on the couch in the parlour, curled up in the foetal position, my ass still warm and glowing from the punishment earlier. My hand absentmindedly stroking the soft fabric of the covering as I took in the beauty of the room.

A huge fireplace dominated the far wall, wood stacked either side of an oversized mantle, the hearth a stunning polished piece of grey slate. On top of the mantelpiece nothing but two huge church candles sat on simple glass plates. A large ornate gilded mirror hung just above. The opulence of the room was breathtaking.

A small niggle of self doubt started to gnaw its way in to my mind, why had He chosen me? Master obviously appreciated beautiful things judging by his home, and especially by his companion Silky. I shook this thought away, He HAD chosen me, and to question His reasons would have been a sign of disrespect, slowly I had to learn how to trust again and regain the self confidence that I had had in abundance, here seemed to be the best place for me to be able to do that. I did find however that I could not stop thinking about Silky.

I had seen plenty of beautiful women, both in my working life and my time with Dietmar, many of them half naked in compromising positions during the latter, yet none had ever affected me the same way Silky did. It wasn’t so much her looks, it was her whole demeanor, every inch of her near 6’ body oozed sex appeal. The way she walked, the way she looked, her every emotion showing so clearly in every move she made. I realised with a jolt, that she had near to the same effect on me as MA did, a realisation that I wasn’t sure I wanted to make sense of.

Since Dietmar died, there I said it, died, not moved on, or left me, died, dead, gone forever from me in this life, I had experienced no desires, no cravings for anyone. Yes I had started to chat with people on the net, visited sites and read stories; hell I had even tormented myself by going back to the club,half expecting Him to walk through the door with that casual stroll He had, but not once until that night when MA joined me at the bar, had I made any connection with anyone, or even really wanted to..

My thoughts distracted once again as I saw Silky’s reflection in the mirror as she swept serenely into view.
“I’m sorry I wanted to be here when you woke. Sleep well?”

“I did yes thanks.” And it wasn’t just platitude, I really had. I was getting more sleep here in this strange house than I had in a long time at home.

The smile on her face lit up her features, serving only to make her more beautiful. “Good, you looked so peaceful. I should have woken you a while ago, but I didn’t have the heart. MA will be back in a minute, you pair really do need to have a talk. Then I can give you a guided tour of the house if you like?” She seemed to bounce up and down at this last suggestion, her eyes sparkling. Even if I hadn’t been desperate to explore my new home, I would have agreed, not wanting to be the one to put out that sparkle. If anything I wanted to be the one to cause it.

“Oh that would be great Silky, I’d love that. Thank you.” I guess the need to please people was as ingrained in me as following orders.

My thoughts were interrupted by MA striding into the room, carrying a smaller version of the tray that hours ago Silky had used to clear the kitchen table. I felt a blush start to rise up my neck, the warmth on my ass cheeks seeming to deepen as I remembered exactly why she was clearing the table.

“Teas up, get it while its hot!” Chuckled MA as He placed the tray down on a side table that Silky had placed in front of the couch, how did she do that? I swear I hadn’t even noticed her move.

I smiled as I saw a teapot complete with a wooly sheep tea cosy and a plate filled with buttered crumpets, the rich yellow butter oozing out onto the plate below, and a small stack of napkins folded neatly by the side. My mammie would be impressed! Silky effortlessly poured 3 cups of tea and using the silver tongs placed a crumpet on each plate. MA sat beside me on the couch, loosely draping His arm over my shoulder, this slight contact sending bolts of lightning through every nerve in my body.

“Don’t go getting used to this little one,” He growled softly in my ear, His warm breath against my neck making me shiver, I could almost feel the goosebumps rise bursa gemlik escort up one by one. “I like to cook, but I like seeing my lovely ladies tending to MY needs so much more.”

The grin on His face was almost evil in a tender way, a look that I added to my ‘need to see list’ which at this stage was actually more of a book than a mere list. I managed to sip my tea, and eat the lusciously buttered crumpet, despite my nerves. Usually nerves stop me from eating, here however they seemed to have the opposite effect. I’d have to watch what I ate and discuss a workout routine if I wanted to keep my trim figure.

“Now Alannah my precious gem, all joking and fun aside, we really do need to talk.”

I nodded my head, we did, I knew this talk was coming. I wasn’t sure I was completely prepared for it, but it was a necessity if this relationship was to progress, and that was the one thing I was 100% sure on. I wanted this, needed it even, the last day had thrown up so many conflicting emotions in me, but for the first time since Dietmar’s death I had actually wanted to face them, rather than run away and hide. I was actually experiencing happiness again and I knew that, here in this place with these two people, I could learn to love and trust again.

“Yes Sir, we do Sir, I… I’m just not sure where to start Sir.” I’ve always been better at answering questions that asking them, guess its just another level of how deep my submissive nature goes.

“I shall start then. Firstly the most important of all is a safe word, I know this morning we used part of the traffic light system but I prefer that you have one of your own, makes you less likely to forget it, in the heat of the moment.”

“Snowdrop.” I blurted out, not even pausing to think, only when I heard my voice say it out loud did I realise the last time I had heard it said was with Dietmar. I didn’t have time to take that trip down memory lane as I heard MA clear his throat and ask the next question.

“Limits next little one, I have them, Silky has them and I am sure you do too. I want to know your hard limits first, then we can move on to soft limits. I will also briefly outline the main rules when we are through with limits. I know that mouth of yours will always get you into trouble, but at least if you know the rules, there will be a few less opportunities to get yourself in lumber with me!!”

I breathed a sigh of relief, this was easy as well. “No breath play Sir, no cutting/knives, no animals, no scat and no public humiliation that would involve ‘innocents’ or get anyone arrested Sir.”

I noticed as I was listing my hard limits He was nodding His head with every one of them; Silky too, perched on a cushion at the side of the couch listening, seemed to nod her head slightly. A sigh of relief escaping my lips, at least we all seemed to be on the same page so far!

My soft limits were slightly harder to voice, it seemed strange to say them out loud in front of people, rather like laying down your fantasies for all to hear. A big soft limit for me resolved around what had been a hard limit of Dietmar’s, and I couldn’t help but think I was about to betray Him.

“My soft limits Sir, oh, I…well…erm…. ANAL !” I all but shouted in the end, the word coming out of my mouth before I had time to think too much, my cheeks flushing as I realised how loud I had uttered it.

“Anal, in what way is it a soft limit little one?” asked MA with a slight raise of his eyebrows.

“Erm well Sir, I have never done it Sir, never had anything, well you know, up there, kind of one way str..”

A raised hand and a whoah there look silenced me mid sentence, “Yes, I get where you’re going little one, no need for pictures.” Silky was biting her lip at this point, suppressing a giggle and the look on her face had me creasing my eyes and barely holding back my own laughter.

“Yes Sir. Sorry Sir.” I concentrated on saying.

“So precious is it something you want to try? I will tell you now, I love anal play and the thought of sliding My cock into a tight virgin ass is well, an appealing thought shall we say.”

On hearing these words my ass seemed to clench itself tightly closed, as if to make my mind up for me, yet I could also feel my arousal start to seep from my cunt, confusion running amok in my mind.

“Sir, may I add something please?” MA and myself both turned to Silky, kneeling gracefully on her cushion, her words almost whispered.

“Yes Sweetie of course you may, I would like Alannah to hear your point of view on how things work in this house, its always good to hear the opinion of someone who knows their prospective new Master.”

“I had only ever had one experience of anal before coming here Alannah, and it wasn’t pleasant and not something I wanted to do again, but Mistress taught me the pleasures anal play could bring, without just shoving a cock up there and banging away.”
I saw a look I recognised so well flash across her face as she paused, bursa gürsu escort one of loss and sadness, glancing up at MA I saw the same look, quickly shaken away, and I knew better than to pry at this point, there is nothing worse than 20 questions. I knew it would be explained to me at a later date, the Mistress comment had me slightly confused, but before I had a chance to process the thought Silky was speaking again.

“Master took over and he guided me and made anal sex something that I crave and enjoy nearly as much as when Sir guides his thick hard shaft into my cunt and fu..”

This time His raised hand was directed at Silky, “Yes sweetie whilst I appreciate your lovely description, I’m sure Alannah gets the picture.”

“Yes Sir, sorry Sir, its just I do so love your..”

“ENOUGH!!! Silky, that’s quite enough!” His tone a mix of authority and amusement as He turned back towards me.

“So Alannah did that help any? There is no rush to decide, although I would like an idea of how you feel about it before I start your inspection.”

His tone softer than it had been with Silky moments earlier, the word inspection the only one I heard, inspection…..inspection…oh god I thought. It had been so long since anyone had seen me fully naked, and whilst I didn’t have any major issues with my body, that moment when you are first on full display is a spine tingling, clit hardening, cunt soaking moment all laced with anxiety and a hint of fear.

“Did you hear what I said little one?”

“Yes Sir, No Sir, Sorry Sir, I caught the word inspection.” I blushed

“Eager again precious!” He chuckled, making me drop my eyes, wanting to hide my embarrassment, I was indeed eager but anxious at the same time.

“Mmmm as intrigued as I am by whats under that baggy jersey you seem so fond of, I need to know about your soft limits, I want you to always feel safe and secure with Silky and me. I am sure as we go along, we will all learn more about each other, but certain things need to be laid out in advance, your safe word and your limits top that list.”

“Yes Sir, I appreciate that, limits are so important and I find myself honestly confused by anal play Sir. I know thats not an answer, but at this moment, I really don’t know how I feel. I brought it up as a soft limit not a hard one so part of me must want to explore that avenue, but I can’t guarantee I will like it or want it to continue Sir. I’m Sorry Sir.” I knew I was rambling but I needed to be as honest with Him, as He had been with me. Honesty was at the heart of every relationship and the first quality that I needed to see in people before I would even enter them into my phone book.

“Hush little one, never, EVER apologise for being honest, I will never chastise you for being truthful with me. We can see how we go and take it from there. Starting gently would seem to be the best solution. I will add though, please don’t feel that you have to do it to please me, It would bring me no pleasure if I knew you were not enjoying it. Now, have you any other soft limits?”

His words permeating my soul, I knew then without doubt I had made the right decision coming here and giving myself to Him. I would never find another Dietmar and I knew that I would never forget Him. The memories we shared etched on my heart like a tattoo; there forever, but I had that strange feeling again that if Dietmar could see me now, He would be smiling that lopsided smile of His and wishing me well.

“Pain Sir, sort of. I mean I like it, but I am not a pain slut, I am more likely to pass out from intense pain than cum from it Sir.”

“I am not a Sadist precious, pain will feature in both play and punishment, but at a level we will find together. That’s the importance of a safe word; another never ever spiel would be ‘never be afraid to use your safe word’, ok?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good, Have you any other soft limits precious?”

“No Sir, I don’t think so Sir.” My mind whirring now, “I am sure as we go along You will introduce me to new experiences, a prospect I truly relish Sir, yet I can’t say I will like everything we try.”

A huge smile lit up His face at my answer, His words lightly spoken, filling me once again with trust, His every word making me feel safe and secure. “Nicely answered little one, I suggest that we let things flow, and at any point you wish to add or even take away soft limits, you tell me. Communication is key in any relationship, and I would hope that you never to fear talking to me.”

“Thank you Sir, I appreciate your understanding, and I can tell you now, I will always talk you to over any concerns.”

“Finally the rules little one, I will outline them very basically now, and later Silky will go through them more thoroughly with you. I expect loyalty and honesty always; I expect you to follow my commands when I issue them; I expect you to keep that humour and sass and be you, however they have a time and place and in the middle of a flogging bursa saatlik escort may not be the best time to tell me a joke. Finally I expect you to learn the positions I like my subs to adopt and be ready and waiting when these designated times are outlined. Are you with me so far?”

“Yes Sir.” I nodded, thinking I would get some alone time with Silky that evening and finding I rather liked the thought of that.

“Good, now I have no desire for a 24/7 Master/slave relationship, I do however want your expertise in my business. I know you have previously worked in security and with training dogs, and that knowledge will be invaluable to me. Whilst at work you are still my submissive when we are alone, when we have company you are my right hand woman. The staff have been informed of your impending arrival as if nothing else I hoped you would take me up on the job offer. They will answer to you in the same way they answer to me. Any Questions?”

“No Sir, not at the moment Sir. I am sure there are plenty but if I may have a little time to think and talk with Silky, I would appreciate it. Regarding the job offer, I will need a few days to go through the systems you use, your paperwork and talk with your staff, especially the trainers.”

“I see no problem with that, it’s Tuesday today, have the rest of the week as a holiday and next Monday we can address the business in more detail and get you out and about meeting the staff. Talk with Silky as much as you like, and Silky, I mean talk ok!?”

“Yes Sir” we both said at once, only I had to go and add – “would that be a paid holiday Sir?”
Guess I don’t learn that quickly.

“Oh Alannah, you really don’t learn do you?” He chuckled echoing my thoughts. “Why do I have the feeling you are going to be trouble? Fun but trouble.”

“Sorry Sir, I am trying Sir.”

“That you are little one, that you are.” He half whispered almost to himself, before his voice changed tone again. “I think I can overlook that minor discretion as it actually was a very savvy business question. I like that in my staff, and yes, it will be a paid holiday, I’m not a slave driver you know!” This last statement eliciting a small giggle from Silky’s direction.

I had enough time to breath a small sigh of relief that my poor paddled ass wasn’t going to take another spanking so soon, before I heard the words, “inspection time now I think, that beautiful body has been hidden from me long enough.”

I moved off the couch, not sure if I should wait for further instructions but wanting to get this started before I lost what nerve I had left and bolted. I moved to the centre of the room…..

***

MA:

Alannah stood , moved to the centre of the room and slowly peeled the over large shirt from her body, and faced me with a lovely lust filled, but slightly apprehensive look on her face. God she was just adorable with that expression.

“Feet shoulder width apart, head up, shoulders back and hands clasped firmly behind your back just above your bottom.”

“Good girl” I purred as she complied. “Alannah, I have never seen you fully naked. I am now going to intimately inspect every inch of your body. You will stand perfectly still while I do this. One rule I forgot to mention is during this inspection you will NOT have permission to cum. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.”
Alannah nodded her understanding yet I could see her breathing quicken and her heartbeat flutter at the base of her throat and could see moisture starting to seep from her cunt. It seemed she was both afraid and excited by the thought.

I stood in front of her and slowly looked her over from head to toe. She was about 5’5” tall with a thin, almost skinny build. Her reddy brown shoulder length hair hung loosely and would make a perfect ponytail in sessions to come. I do so love a woman’s hair and hers was perfect. Her breasts looked perky and full for her frame and I was looking forward to inspecting them in detail shortly. A small barbell piercing was through her navel and I smiled quietly to myself. Now I knew she wasn’t afraid of the needle I had ideas for a couple of discreet additions to her body, sometime in the future.

Her smoothly shaven mound was full and plump, the outer lips being split by two very aroused looking inner lips, one side slightly longer than the other, which were fighting for attention as they peeked from between her thighs. Long graceful legs led down to her tiny, almost child sized, feet.

I had her turn around and the view from the rear was equally exquisite. Straight back with a lovely smattering of freckles across the shoulders, went all the way down to a very full, slightly reddened and oh so spankable bottom. My cock twitched in anticipation of delving between those cheeks and playing with that virgin asshole.

I moved up close so I was standing almost touching her back and swept her hair to one side to examine the delicate neck beneath, careful not to catch the simple silver chain that held the St. Christopher that dangled just above her cleavage. Her earlobes with small stud earrings just begged to be nipped between my teeth and my cock swelled even further as it tented the front of my trousers against her bum. The temptation to rub myself against her was almost overwhelming, but patience I have a plenty.

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The day started out as any normal day would, then the phone rang. It was Him and the sound of His voice sent shivers all over my body. He spoke few words but was direct with His command “Come to me tonight and wear nothing under your dress except stockings” and then He hung up.

The rest of the day I tried to stay focused on doing chores and running errands as usual, but my mind kept running into what the night would hold in store for me. Had I done something wrong and in need of punishment? Or was pleasure on His mind?

I bathed, shaved, and picked the most accessible dress I could find in the closet and matching stockings. His commands were playing over and over again in my head and my whole body trembled with excitement.

Pleasing Him and being His good subgurl makes me feel so complete as a woman, knowing that He truly appreciates all I do. I race to the car and drive as fast as legally possible as the anticipation builds inside of me. I feel the warmth and dampness between my thighs as I get closer to our special meeting place. Nipples harden and begin begging to be touched, aching to feel His hot mouth on them. I pull in and I see Him standing there and for a split second ,I lose my breath and my heart stops, not knowing what He has in store for me is scary and exciting all together.

Without further hesitation I shut the car off and get out, walking quickly to Him, gracefully dropping to a kneeling position to greet Him and get His approval of my choice in dresses. Good evening Master! Your call was a pleasant surprise today. “Hello my pet. Have you been a good gurl this week?” Yes, Sir! I would not want to disappoint you Master! I feel His hand touch the top of my head as He says “Good gurl! You may stand now”

Slowly bursa escort kadın I rise to a standing inspection position, still trembling all over as He walks around me, looking me over. His body is close enough to mine that I feel the heat and I can smell the cologne He wears that completely takes me into oblivion every time.

He reaches under my dress and explores my silk stockings all the way up my throbbing thighs. Oh how I wish He would just take me right here right now. He continues up my thighs to my already very soaked cunt and slips a finger into me deep “you are very wet my pet and ready for me” Yes, Sir! I have been anticipating this meeting all day, not sure of the reason for our meeting, but hoping its for pleasure.

He takes my hand and leads me over to His car, opens the passenger side door for me and gestures for me to get in. Without question I do as He wishes. When He gets in, He reaches into the glovebox to pull out a gag and a blindfold, drops them in my lap and says “you know what to do with these.” I put the gag in my mouth and fasten it, place the blindfold on and sit very still with my legs spread far apart and dress hiked up as He has taught me to do.

I hear the car start and the vibration of the motor is like tiny shocks going through my whole body. Unable to speak to ask where we are going and unable to see, I sit helplessly and silent as He drives on, with one hand teasing my throbbing pussy but not in a way that would allow me to cum. I reach up to my aching breasts and begin twisting at my hard nipples, but my hand is slapped away and I know not to try again. I feel something hard being pushed into my cunt and shoved in deep but I have no idea what it is, but oh how wonderful it feels bursa escort kızı to be full with something. I squirm as I adjust my body to allow it to be pushed into me deeper and I feel Him pushing it further and further. “You like that in you, don’t you Lisa?” I nod my head yes. The car comes to a slow stop and shuts off, and I hear Him get out. My door opens and He grabs my hand to pull me out. “Don’t drop that out of your pussy. Do you understand?” Again I nod my head and tighten my muscles around this this whatever it is. Im lead a few feet and then He lets go of my hand and I feel cool air blowing up my dress which is soothing to my hottt cunt. Then I feel my hot wet pussy begin to vibrate inside, oh my God He knows I will cum soon and yet He teases me like this, knowing I can not beg Him for release.

Then I feel Him cuff my wrists and pull them above my head onto something that is holding them up. My legs are then spread far apart, which makes it harder to keep this vibrating plug deep inside of my soaking wet pussy. Straps of some kind are now around each ankle and attached to something to keep my legs apart. My dress is them cut from my body, I can hear the scissors snipping away at the material. Left naked, standing with legs apart, pussy packed full and juices running down my thighs.

I feel a sting to my naked ass that makes me jump a little, again swat, mmm oh He is lashing me with the tails and He knows I love it. Soft enough not to mark me but hard enough to make a point, across my bare ass and up my back. Oh God He is driving me wild and I want to scream out for Him to let me cum now but I cant. Swat, that lands on my swollen nipples and across both breasts, again swat. I feel Him massaging my now stinging bursa escort hizmetleri ass and then I suddenly feel my asshole probed with something that feels very large. Oh please tell me He is going to lube that first! Nope, its just shoved into my tight ass quickly, making me scream out against the gag and struggling to hold the vibrator in my cunt.

As quick as it went in He pulls it out, again he slams it into my tight ass, forcing me to squirm harder against my restraints. Over and over again He assaults my ass and then stops suddenly, removes the plug from my cunt and shoves 3 fingers in to replace it, assaulting my cunt and my ass at the same time now. “Cum for me my lil slut!!!” Before He could say slut I was cumming hard for him. “good gurl, cum for your daddy. You are such a good slut for daddy tonight”

He removes my gag and blindfold, and I realize we the woods and Im tied to a tree. Master I want to pleasure you like you have pleasured me, may I? “In due time Lisa, all in due time” He unties me and releases all my restraints, I almost fall from the weakness my orgasm has caused.

He walks me back to the car and opens my door again, but this time He doesn’t close it. Instead He unzips His pants and pulls out the cock I love to please. I open my mouth to show Him I know what He wants and im ready to give it. Sucking and licking every hard inch of His manhood like a hungry calf would suckle its mother. Sucking soo hard and swallowing Him deep into my throat, begging His cock to feed me a hot load of His sweet cum. Within moments I feel Him swell in my throat and throbbing as He nears orgasm, so I suck hard and faster moaning around His cock, needing to taste Him. He squirts his load so hard, I almost gag but manage to swallow every sweet drop. Savoring every drop and continuing to suckle Him until He pulls from my throat. Will this be the end of the night for us? Has He used me enough for 1 day? What will the rest of the night hold? Only He knows the answers, but I dare not ask and ruin His happiness. I will wait to see……

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All characters presented in the story are at least eighteen years old.

I entered the classroom at twenty after four in the afternoon. It was twenty minutes after I was expected to report for detention, but at least five minutes before Mr. Edwards expected to see me.

“Sarah Cuse—you amaze me,” Mr. Edwards scoffed from his desk. “Somehow, you have managed to defy the basic principles of physics and have managed to arrive both too early and too late. If only you could find some way to apply that ingenuity to your studies, perhaps you wouldn’t be here so often.”

I forced a smile at him. I wanted to tell him to go to hell, or just how stupid his thick black glasses looked on his pale and aging face. And, if it was any other time, I think I would have. But it was June now, and I was in the waning days of my senior year of high school. I just needed to complete the semester, and my school career would be finished. I would be free. The rest of my classes were a breeze and I had no trouble in them, but science—especially science with Mr. Edwards—was overwhelming. I found the subject matter by itself to be difficult for me, but, Mr. Edwards made everything that should have been difficult, unyieldingly hard. He was the kind of teacher that made you stop and wonder why? Why would someone who obviously hates people so much choose to spend their life working with teenagers?

It had started out where, at least twice a week, I found myself having to stay after school for half hour long detentions. After the first month of class, I was in detention at least three times a week. And I wasn’t the only one. It seemed like the class was half full of students every single day I was there; even some of the students who always did really well in the class and hardly ever said anything out loud found themselves chained to their desk at the end of the day. There didn’t seem to be any method to his middle-aged madness, just a kind of bitter resentment towards graduating seniors.

So, after a few months of constantly having to stay after class, I decided to simply stop showing up on time. Mr. Edwards never said anything about it to me, only his usual snide remarks when I would come late, but after a few days of me being twenty minutes late, he started to lash out at me in class. Everything I did was put under scrutiny by him. He called on me often in class, especially when he was sure I didn’t know the answer. He started saying he’d lost assignments I’d submitted, or just outright failing me, but never kept me past 4:30 for detention.

He was such a chauvinistic dick, and I hated him for it.

I had decided to show up late again that day. The entire class was empty, except for two other people: Claire, my best friend, and a boy named Miles, who I had only ever talked to once. Miles was on her immediate right and smiled pleasantly at me as I sat down. He had kind of a goofy-looking charm to him. He wasn’t what I would have called cute, but in his own weird way he was kind of attractive.

As soon as I sat down Claire grabbed my arm and whispered excitedly into my ear. “Oh my God, okay. So, Miles—”she jerked her head behind her—”that’s Miles—Miles told me some great news!”

I nervously looked between her and Mr. Edwards and mouthed “What?”

“He is one of three people being considered for this year’s science award!” I looked at her blankly, trying to figure out why I cared. Her eyes narrowed and she leaned closer towards me. “He would be a great person to get some tutoring from, don’t you think?”

I looked past her to Miles, who was still smiling. He didn’t look like very much, not even six feet—much smaller than any of the other guys I knew. He had medium-brown hair and a very average looking build. In fact, everything about him seemed very average, but I didn’t need him for his looks. I was on the verge of failing the course, and desperately needed someone to help me out if I wanted to graduate this year.

I leaned in closer to her now, so that we were whispering into each other’s ears. “Did you tell him I needed a tutor?”

“Yeah, and I think he’s got a thing for you—you wouldn’t even have to pay him, probably. Just wear a mini-skirt and he’d probably do your assignments for you,” she teased.

“Ladies!” came Mr. Edwards booming voice. “Do shut-up.”

“How is he still a teacher?” I whispered and we both giggled.

Claire did have a very good point, though. Yes, I did need a tutor. But even better would be a hired hand. It was June, after all. The year was almost over and I was barely focused for the time I was in school, I didn’t want to have to force myself to do even more work outside of class. And I did need the course to graduate.

I let the idea circle in my head for the few minutes I was in class. At exactly 4:30, just like every other day, Mr. Edwards packed up his things and told us we could leave. As he rushed out, I turned to Miles. “Hey, Miles … Claire says you’re really good at all this science-stuff. Do you think you could take a few minutes and help bursa otele gelen escort me understand a few questions about yesterday’s assignment?”

He lit up like a little kid, he might have even flushed a little bit. And he should, honestly. I’m one of the better-looking people in our class. I have wavy black hair that runs down to the center of my back, and the kind of bright green eyes that will make a man cum just by looking at them. I swim competitively, and have the body to prove it. My ass alone is the kind of thing that some guys are going to remember in ten years when they’re fucking their wives.

Today, as it turned out, I had chosen a particularly dangerous outfit for nearby males. I was wearing a pair of very, very tight denim jeans, ripped along the knees, and a cute pink top that barely contained my tits.

Miles nodded to me that he wanted to help, and I saw Claire smile broadly. “Alright, well I’ll leave you two to it!” She grabbed her things and headed towards the door. “Oh—and hun: remember to ask your lover if he can pick Tim and me up for the bonfire tonight”

“I’ll text you,” I waved

“Love you!” she called behind her, and disappeared out the classroom door.

Miles sat down in the seat where Claire had just been sitting, and cleared his throat. “Your, ahem, lover?” he asked.

“Oh, that’s just Claire. She means boyfriend, it’s just a little thing she—anyways.,” I cut myself off as a sad look spread across his face. “Miles, I’m in a lot of trouble. You see, tonight is our bonfire and I haven’t even started our assignment yet, and it’s due tomorrow and—”

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you as much as you need,” he assured me.

“That’s so sweet,” I gushed, reaching out and putting my hand on his. “But, actually, Miles”—I kept my hand on his drawing a little circle with my finger—”I was hoping you would … do it for me?”

His face was turning bright red as I kept my hand on his. Had he ever even kissed a girl? I wondered to myself.

“It’s not like it’s a big deal, right?” I insisted. I took my free hand and brushed back a piece of stray hair from his forehead. He gulped hard.

“No—I—I can’t do that,” he said. “I can help you, but I’m not going to risk my academic standing by doing your—your work for you.”

“Miles,” I cooed. My hand that had been on his hand moved a finger, slowly, up his arm to the sleeve of his shirt. “There must be something I can do to change your mind … ” I bit my lower lip as his face turned bright red. Looking down to his pants, I could see the outline of his cock halfway down his thigh, as hard as could be. I took my hand off his arm and placed it gently on his thigh. It did nothing, simply rested there. He squirmed in his seat and took another deep gulp. I knew how uncomfortable it must have been, my hand against his bulging cock; something he had no doubt jacked off to countless times before, now so close to his body …

“There’s nothing you can think of? Nothing I could do … nothing I could give you that would make you doing one, teeny-tiny little assignment for me worthwhile?” I rubbed my hand with a little more force against his dick.

“There is one thing … ” he said, shuddering.

“Oh?” I asked, playing dumb and taking my hand off of his hard cock. His body untensed immediately. “What’s that?”

“I think you know.” He was staring at my thighs, as he drew in a series of short breaths, trying to regain control of his body.

“Oh, tell me … ” I begged him, and put my hand back on his leg. “Please, tell me … “

He drew in a deep breath. “OK. I’ll do it, but … ” he paused, trying to think of the right word. I looked at him with excited eyes, and bit my lower lip again. “You have to give me a blowjob.”

“Mmm,” I moaned. “That sounds … delicious.” I ran my hand over his cock a few times, looking into his eyes. “You better finish quickly,” I told him leaning in as if to kiss him. At the last second, I turned my head towards my bag on the floor behind me and took my hand off of his cock. I handed him the only paper I had on my project, and stood up. His eyes were glazed and his mouth half-open as he stared at my crotch through my jeans as I stood up.

I moved behind him, bending down to whisper in his ear as I did. My breasts rubbed against the back of his neck and I moved my lips close enough that they touched his ears. “But don’t finish too quickly.”

And then I walked out and left him there to collect his thoughts.

The rest of the night was relaxing—it was exactly what I had needed. I called my boyfriend and asked him to give Claire and her boyfriend a ride to the bonfire, and he agreed, of course—he always agreed.

The bonfire was fun too. When Claire got me by myself finally, she asked about Miles. “So, how did it go? Did he explain everything?”

“Actually, he’s doing it for me.” I giggled. Her jaw dropped and her eyes narrowed, and I could tell she was trying to fight back a smile.

“Did you fuck him?!” bursa eve gelen escort she said, trying to whisper and laugh at the same time. “You’re such a whore!”

I’m not a whore. Really. I like to have sex, and I like to feel wanted and to pleasure and be pleasured—but I don’t think I’m a whore. I denied having sex with him and she just kept saying sure and acting like she didn’t believe me. I decided then that it would be a better idea not to tell her about my aggressive negotiating techniques, and how I had offered him a blowjob if he did finished my assignment.

But I didn’t want to fuck him. I had my boyfriend for that. He had a beautiful penis—the kind that I could ride all day. I would let him do whatever he wanted to me, because he knew how to handle my body. He knew exactly what to do, and what to say to me. For some reason, though, I found myself incredibly hot that night, cuddled up to my boyfriend in front of the fire. I couldn’t get the thought of Miles’s face out of my head, the way he looked so desperate for more.

“Let’s go for a walk,” I whispered into my boyfriend’s ear. He raised an eyebrow and looked at me as if to ask, Oh really? before getting up. Together, we started to head off into the woods, me leading him by the hand. When we got far enough away from the others, I pressed him up against a tree and kissed him. In the faint light of the night, my hands worked quickly on his belt and pants, and before long they were down around his ankles. His hands were running through my hair and grabbed feverishly at my ass, trying to grind his cock against my pussy.

I couldn’t stop thinking of Miles while I stroked his cock with my hand. He made quiet grunts and moans as I teased him. He wanted to fuck. I could tell by the way he kept trying to undo my pants, but each time he tried I stopped him. All I wanted to do was suck on his cock.

“Baby … ” he moaned running his fingers through my hair as I lowered myself down in front of him. He was magnificent. Not freakishly huge, but magnificent. I loved sucking on his cock almost as much as he loved cumming in my mouth. And tonight, I was determined that he would do just that.

I started bobbing my head up and down on his cock right away, twirling my tongue over his head and stroking his shaft while I worked. It didn’t take long before he had me by the hair, making sure I didn’t stop. He held my mouth down onto his cock and started to buck his hips, sending his thick cock deeper and deeper down my throat. I moaned as he fucked my throat, and that just made him grunt and fuck my face harder.

I relaxed my throat and let him pound my face. He rammed his cock down my throat over and over again, pulling harder and harder on my hair as he went. I stuck my tongue out and tried to lick his balls where I could.

“Yes, right there—yes, baby, yes,” he moaned. “You’re gonna’ make me—cum!” Like a magician, as soon as he said the word, I could feel him start to cum. He pulled on my hair to get me off of his cock so he could stroke himself off, but I refused. I played with his balls in my hand and sucked every last drop of his nectar into my mouth, before I let his cock fall out of my mouth.

He let out a deep sigh as he stood there, half-naked with me down on my knees in front of him. I swallowed everything he had, and licked my lips for him.

“Thanks, baby,” I told him, pulling his pants up. We walked out of the woods holding hands and returned unnoticed to the rest of the group.

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It was the next day at lunch that I saw Miles. It was the period before the assignment was due, and he was sitting with another group of people at a table some ways away. I didn’t have any desire to talk to him, especially not in front of my boyfriend and was glad that he didn’t seem too keen to approach me around my friends either.

I had spent the entire morning thinking about him though. Not so much about him, rather, as about whether or not he had done my assignment for me. I thought I had been very persuasive yesterday, but I was worried what he would do if he realized I was just using him.

So, when I arrived in class I saw him sitting there very seriously. He looked confused about how to regard me as I entered the room. I saw his eyes dart immediately to my chest, and was not surprised. I was wearing a white button-up shirt today with a plaid mini-skirt that just barely met school dress codes. When I sat down beside him, he quietly handed me a stapled copy of the assignment, printed and typed, with my name and student information on it.

I smiled at him and handed it in to a particularly melancholy Mr. Edwards. “And what trite dribble can I look forward to reading this time, Ms. Cuse?”

I forced a smile again, and turned to take my seat. Miles looked very rigid and very uncomfortable.

“Thanks,” I told him with a giggle as I settled in for class.

“So how do we … you know,” he asked, shyly. I stared at him for a minute, with bursa eskort kadın a patronizing smile—the kind of smile you offer to someone who is just so hopelessly pathetic. I tried to think of the best way I could to tell him that I hadn’t been serious. But before I was able to say anything, Mr. Edwards insisted on beginning his class, which turned out to only be an hour long pop quiz.

“As soon as you’re done, hand your quiz in and get out,” he told us and started passing them out. The entire time I was writing the quiz, I was trying to think of the most effective, and yet least harmful way, of convincing Miles he had been mistaken in thinking I was actually going to suck his dick for an assignment. He had already done it, and I felt pretty confident that it would be a higher mark than the 40s and 50s I had collected so far.

At the end of class, I handed in my quiz which I knew was going to be an abysmal failure. To my surprise Mr. Edwards handed me back the assignment I had given him only an hour before. Circled on the top of the page it said 99%.

“I marked it first, hoping to cheer myself up,” he said, though he sounded very morose.

I didn’t exactly know what to say, but staring at the highest mark I had had all year on any project, a very naughty idea sprang into my mind. I walked out to the hallway still dumbstruck by the ludicrously high mark I had to my credit. Miles was there waiting for me like a little puppy.

“Oh, you got it back already? How’d you do?” he asked, pointing to the paper.

“You—I, I did good … very good,” I told him, trying to hide my shock. We both stared at the paper for a few more seconds. I was trying to decide what to do with this little genius I had all to myself.

“So … ” he started.

“Yeah, so, Miles why don’t you come over tonight? I think we could both use some more study time,” I put my hand on his arm and batted my eyes. “Don’t you think?”

He nodded dumbly.

We set a time for eight o’clock and I gave him the address of my place. He looked very much like I had must have looked leaving that class with such a high mark. He said goodbye and started walking away, and then quickly turned around and headed the other way. He was absolutely dazed to have an invitation to my place. I don’t know who was more vexed, him or me.

As soon as Claire came out I pretty much jumped her I was so excited. I showed her the assignment. “Wow! I told you it was a great idea!” she said. “How did you get him to do that?”

“I just asked,” I told her innocently. “You were right though, he totally has a thing for me—he probably thought I’d be so grateful I’d suck him off.”

“If he could do that for me on my year end assignment, I’d consider it,” she laughed. We headed towards our lockers, talking about him as we went. We agreed he was cute, in a Big Bang kind of way, and apparently quite smart; it made us speculate briefly what other hidden talents he might have.

“So are you going to ask him to do the next assignment for you too?” she asked me when we’d reached our lockers.

“Yeah … I already asked him to come over tonight,” I said, taking some books out of my locker to take home with me. Claire eyed me with a look of perverse amusement.

“Oh really?” she asked.

“But, we’re actually going to study!” I confessed. “I need to make it seem like I’m actually trying, right?” Claire just smirked and shook her head. We parted ways in the hallway with a hug. She went off for the night with her boyfriend and I went with mine. The entire way home he couldn’t keep his hands off of me. He kept stroking my thigh, or moving my hand onto his leg. I liked the way he was trying to get me excited, trying to make me invite him in before anyone else was at my place. The entire way home, I only bit my lip and let him stroke the inside of my thigh. When he stopped in front of my house, I leaned over and briefly kissed him. His hand finally reached under my skirt and brushed the silk thong I had on.

“Naughty boy,” I scolded and removed his hand. I grabbed my things and shimmied my way out of his truck. He looked frustrated and I was glad to see him frustrated. I liked making him work for it, making him grovel and plead with his eyes for my body. If I pushed him long enough, I knew he would take complete control of me. Some of my best memories were after I’d teased him for days, or even weeks, and “no” wasn’t an option anymore. He’d hold me down, or sometimes even tie me up—he would tease me as I had teased him, and take whatever he wanted from my body.

But that night wasn’t about him. That night I had other plans.

Miles arrived at eight o’clock exactly, wearing exactly what he’d worn earlier in the day, a bland red t-shirt and a pair of faded jeans plus a backpack. I met him at the door with my white button-up shirt that I’d worn earlier that day as well—though I had decided to remove my bra and undershirt and also leave only three of eight buttons done up for his arrival. And for the last ten minutes, I had been in my room, kneading my nipples through my fingers and resting my vibrator against my glistening slit. I wanted to make sure they were hard for him when he arrived. I had kept my skirt as well, but I removed my thong and rolled the skirt up a little bit higher so that it only barely covered my firm, round ass.

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I started with medium strength strokes, alternating from cheek to cheek, making sure not to hit the same spot twice. In spite of her incredibly masochistic enjoyment, I did not really want to mutilate that silken skin. But as her cries and groans grew louder, as she wriggled her ass more and more from the combination of pain and pleasure and caused my tumescence to grow, the strokes became harder and wilder. They caught her upper thighs, the crack of her ass, occasionally even striking her now dripping pussy. Welts rose on that perfect posterior. Fawn’s cries began to turn to screams, and yet her eyes remained locked on mine, seemingly begging for more. Her ass cheeks were quivering like jello, and her pussy started spasming.

Finally she screamed out, “Please! Please, Master, please!”

“Please what, Slave?” I shouted, a nasty, angry tone in my voice that was totally foreign to me.

“Please fuck me! Fuck me NOW! Please, Master!”

I immediately stepped into the semi-circle between Fawn’s legs. I thrust my cock all the way up her velvet channel. A shudder passed through my entire body as I rammed it in, feeling the head hit home against inner walls. Her head snapped back, a look of ecstasy lit her face, and a loud “AAAAAHH!” of pleasure welled out of her wide open mouth.

We were transfixed in that tableau for long seconds, and then I started pumping with long, hard strokes, practically all the way out and then ramming it back in like a pile driver, trying to drive that steel rod deep into that fertile mother’s earth. Fawn was bucking like a young filly experiencing her first ride, her tossing head flinging her long, lustrous dark hair across her shoulders as though she were whipping herself, her dangling tits swinging in all directions. On and on we went, in a rhythm like we had been long-time lovers.

Suddenly Ms. Teufel was at my side, thrusting something at me. “Here, use this!” she commanded, holding out a dildo about six inches long and thicker than my thumb. I never stopped thrusting into Fawn’s pussy, and she seemed totally oblivious to her boss and mistress.

“What the hell do I want with that thing, you stupid twat?” I yelled, in my fury and lust not even thinking of who I was talking to. “I’ve got my own!”

“She likes it up the ass at the same time,” Ms. Teufel explained. “I use a double dildo.”

Well, what the hell, I thought. I thrust up into Fawn’s dripping pussy as far as I could and held it there. She was panting heavily, her entire pussy pulsing around my throbbing cock, sweat dripping from her chin and breasts. I quickly strapped the bursa görükle eskort dildo around my waist, noticing that it seemed to have been lubed with something. I pulled my cock out so the head just barely remained inside that hot box, and put the tip of the dildo against Fawn’s tiny pucker. She looked in the mirror when she felt the invader touch her asshole, and gave a quick nod. Once again, I just slammed my cock all the way up her churning channel, the dildo thrusting mercilessly into her anal canal.

“OOOOHH! AAAAAAAHH!” Fawn’s face and sounds left no doubt of her increased carnal pleasure. Again I started pounding her pussy, slamming in even harder and faster than before, the glistening dildo reaming her rear simultaneously. If I thought Fawn was like a young filly before, she was now a full-grown bucking bronco!

It was too much for Ms. Teufel to take. She whipped her skirt off, and pulled down her lacy panties to expose the most perfect pussy I could ever have imagined, pale pinks on a snowy white mound, surrounded by a golden tangle of softly curling fur. I pumped away madly as she stepped onto the bed in front of Fawn, thrusting that sweet muff against her slave’s face.

“Lick me!” she cried. “Eat me out, you worthless slave!”

Fawn needed no encouragement. As well as she could, considering that I was jerking her body around like a marionette, Fawn lapped and licked and slurped and nibbled on that perfect pube like it was the most delectable dessert a master chef had ever offered.

The sight drove me crazy. At some time I had dropped the riding crop onto the bed by Fawn’s foot, and I didn’t really think about it as I picked it up again. I started whipping her right flank like a jockey heading for the home stretch, and, as I slammed into her rear holes like a madman, I knew that was true in more ways than one.

Fawn was already there. The previous torture, the dual fucking I was giving her, the marvelous muff thrusting into her eager face, and now the whipping I was giving her with the riding crop, all combined to send her over the edge. She thrust her head up into the air once more and her body went rigid. A primal scream pierced the air, and her body shuddered with her intense orgasm. Not even thinking, I pulled out my raging cock and leaped to the head of the bed.

“Get down there and drink her juices!” I commanded Ms. Teufel.

“What?” she said, more surprised than angry. “But I haven’t cum yet!”

“Do as I say!” I shouted, slapping that pink posterior with the riding crop.

“Ow!” she yelped, but hurried bursa escort kızlar to obey, slurping away at Fawn’s still dripping pussy. Fawn looked at me gratefully, another tremor passing through her as her mistress drank hungrily of her sweet nectars.

“Now suck me off, Slave,” I demanded, thrusting my cock at that tantalizing mouth, still wide open from her heavy breathing. Eagerly Fawn wrapped those lush lips around my pulsing tool, bobbing her head and taking me in as deeply as she could in her constrained position. There was no subtlety in her oral efforts this time, just a lustful sucking intended to blow my load as quickly as possible. Five, six, maybe seven times I pumped into that deep throat, and then the geyser erupted, pouring from my loins like champagne from a shaken bottle.

“Ummm! Ummm!” Fawn sounded blissful as my cum splattered the back of her throat, sucking it down as though tasting some incredible delicacy. I briefly thought about pulling out and spraying it all over her face, but she seemed to want to drink it all. Her molten mouth around my still rigid shaft was just too intense a pleasure to deny myself. In fact, she sucked away long after it had run dry and had started to turn soft, evidently enjoying the experience as much as me.

Finally, she let my flaccid member drop from her mouth, and collapsed in exhaustion from all of the pain and sexual frenzies she had endured. Ms. Teufel stood up, her still enclosed breasts heaving, and her usual peevish look on those exquisite features.

“You didn’t let me cum,” she complained.

“I didn’t know you were invited into the action,” I said calmly as I got down off the bed. “This was supposed to be a lesson for me, remember. I understood you were just along to grade the test.

I started releasing Fawn from her bonds as she lay inertly on the bed. I moved to release Fawn’s feet, and Ms. Teufel had to get out of my way. Fully free now, I turned Fawn gently over and removed the titty clamps from her breasts, vaguely regretting the mangled flesh and spots of blood on those lovely aureoles. I picked her up and carried her over to the full-length bed, and laid her gently down.

I turned back to Ms. Teufel, who was practically hissing with frustration. Her short blonde hair was disheveled, her eyes were icy blue, her hands were balled into fists on her shapely hips, and her breasts were rising and falling in their strained confines from anger and unabated lust. Standing in her garter belt, stockings and flat heels, with her legs spread like that, only emphasized her naked bursa eskort kızlar cunt, still glistening with Fawn’s saliva and her own liquid essence.

“Don’t forget that I’m in charge here, Mr. Thomas.”

“And don’t forget that this is what you wanted, Ms. Teufel. You wanted me to be more aggressive, to develop more dominance with people, remember? Well, I guess I’m a quick study, aren’t I?”

Her position didn’t change, but the look on her face certainly did. She actually began to smile!

“Yes, I guess you are, Jon. And you enjoyed it, didn’t you? You enjoyed dominating that helpless little female, beating her pretty little butt, fucking her tight pussy. Didn’t you, Jon?”

I couldn’t deny it. “Yes, I did. I never thought I could enjoy anything like that. Certainly not enjoy it that much. But I did.”

Suddenly I was furious with her. What right did she have to have done this to me? To have tempted me, to have brought out the darkest side of my nature, a side I would never even have believed was there. What had happened to me? What would I become?

“And you, you ruthless bitch, you certainly enjoyed the show, didn’t you? Aren’t you proud of what you accomplished?” I started slowly towards her.

A look of slight alarm lit her face. “Yes, of course I enjoyed it, Jon. I think you will be much more useful to the firm now.”

“Oh, yes, somewhat. But remember what you said. Fawn’s just a helpless little female. She’s a slave, and she acts like a slave. But that won’t help me deal with the tough business people in the world, will it? It won’t help me swim with the big sharks, the ones like you, will it? Maybe I need another lesson with a much tougher customer.”

She was backing away now, fearful of what might be coming. “Now, wait a minute, Jon. You don’t want to carry this dominance thing too far, do you?”

“Oh, I’m not sure that’s possible, Ms. Teufel. I have quickly learned from a great teacher that a good businessman has to be extremely aggressive, to never take no for an answer. And what better person could I have to practice on than you, the ultimate business bitch?”

“No, Jon, no!” she pleaded as she backed against the padded wall. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“I have a theory, that, like love and hate, dominance and submission are just two sides to the same coin. Shall we test it out?”

There was some fear in her eyes. But there was also something else.

“Don’t touch me, you male pig!”

I slapped her face. She didn’t make a sound, just looked at me in shock and touched her glowing cheek. My hands grabbed her bra above each breast, and I ripped the delicate material from her heaving chest. Her golden globes sprang free, nearly taking my breath away. Her hands went up against the wall as if in fear, but her jutting tits strained towards me, and I knew it was really a gesture of invitation. A cruel smile came over my lips.

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She was waiting by the door like she always did. She wore black silk stockings with seams, a black lace garter-belt, and black ballet heels that strapped up her legs almost to her knees. The black went well with her coloring, lighting her pale Castilian Spanish skin almost to a glow and it matched her long glorious hair that fell in waves to just above her ass.

Her eyes were emerald green and the only makeup she wore was the crimson lipstick that she knew he loved. She did wear jewelry though. He insisted on that. Four carat emeralds in her ears in platinum and a three strand black pearl choker that had the jet cameo of a kneeling woman on it. His collar.

He came in at his usual time and she helped him pull of his suit jacket and hung it in the closet before taking his briefcase and carrying it to his office. Then she met him in the living room and knelt in front of his recliner after pouring him a double of the forty year old Islay scotch that he also loved. She bowed her head as she offered it up to him in both hands and he took it from her with just one word.

“Mouth,” he said gruffly and she smiled to herself as she started undoing his belt and pants. When she had him free she took him between her crimson lips and slowly inhaled him to the root. She knew he didn’t want to cum just yet. This was old routine between them. He had had a stressful day at the office and he wanted to relax.

That was what she did best. She relaxed him. He had put her through massage therapy school as well as regular college after he had found her on the streets, and she knew that she could get a much better ‘job’ anywhere than being his maid and cook. Too bad she loved him.

She sucked him slowly, enjoying the feel of him in her mouth and throat. She had initiated the relationship between them but he had quickly taken it over. He had taught her to please him completely, and she had learned avidly. She wanted to be his. She felt safe that way.

As the stress poured out of him and he sipped the scotch he told her about his day. She listened with half an ear, knowing he might ask her advice, but mostly she just enjoyed sucking him. She liked his flavor and texture and the feel of his pulse in her mouth, and she knew that if she relaxed him enough with her mouth he might tense up enough in other ways to do oh so many wonderful things to her.

She craved those things too. At first it had been a bit humiliating that she had gotten off on some of the sensations he sometimes gave her, but she had learned to deal with it. She knew she was much more free than your average repressed woman when she was begging for him to do anything he wanted to her. Her bondage was love, not repression. Her world was sensuous and sexual and she got to be free to ask anything that any other repressed woman just fantasized about. She was his slave yes, but she was freer than most women.

She got caught daydreaming as she sucked him when he asked her a question that she didn’t quite get. He repeated the question of course, and she answered it with a smile. It was a trivial matter anyway, and he had asked her just to hear her voice most probably, but she had been caught. He tensed up again, and this time it was in that special way. She knew he would punish her now, and she looked forward to it.

He cupped the back of her head by the hair and brought her back to his penis and she inhaled him quickly this time. She knew what she was in for this time as he started roughly using her mouth, and her body started reacting out of habit and hope.

He used her mouth for his pleasure now and she denied him nothing. She was almost choked on his size as he went deeper into her throat than he normally did but she just swallowed as much as she could when he let her breathe and went with it. In ten minutes he was ready to pop and she felt him swell in her throat as he erupted and held her down on him. She swallowed easily and quickly, a little sad that he was annoyed enough not to let her taste his seed this time, but there would be other times.

When he let her she licked and sucked him clean and dry then tucked him back in his pants and rebuckled his belt for him. He growled out the word ‘cross’ and she stood instantly and almost ran up to the playroom. She let herself in with the key above the door then put the key back up and locked the door behind her, knowing he would check.

Then she hurriedly fastened herself onto the St. Andrews cross like he had intimated only leaving her left hand free because she couldn’t secure the shackle one handed. Her wrist was by the shackle of course so that he only had to secure it, and she would remain that way no matter how much time he took coming upstairs.

She trembled with excitement as she heard him make his way slowly up the stairs and stop in his bedroom. She knew that he would take a few minutes to change clothes and hoped that he hurried. He didn’t though and she got even more excited as her mind went over all the bursa merkez escort things he might do to her up here. She ran through the various implements in her mind, mentally going through how each would feel on her bare skin and couldn’t decide which one she wanted him to use most. Of course there was also the fact that he might not use the implements, but she doubted that. He was pretty annoyed. That usually meant her tender flesh would be raw before the night was over. She hoped so, and she hoped that he would take out his frustration on her too. That was what she was there for anyway.

It took him ten minutes to make his way into the playroom. She knew better than to turn and look back over her shoulder at him and watch him approach. That made the pain painful and not sensual. That was not allowed. She had only made that mistake twice, and both times had been when she was first learning her place as his slave.

She heard him go to the armoire where the implements were stored and almost cried for joy. She was ready for him always, but when he used the implements he pulled something out of her that she just couldn’t get to on her own. He brought out the wanton woman in her. The slut. He made her his in the most special way possible.

He took his time selecting whatever implement he chose. She counted out five minutes before she heard the armoire close and his almost silent footsteps coming toward her. God! Her senses went on high alert when he did this to her. Her sense of smell noted that he was wearing the Obsession today even when he was still several feet away even though he used it sparingly. Her sense of hearing heard not only her own trembling breath but she swore she could hear both his and her own pulses as well.

And her sense of touch was incredible. She could feel the leather at her wrists of course, and also the metal and mahogany of the cross itself. She could also feel all the hairs on the back of her neck as if they were radar dishes pointing straight at him. She reveled in the feelings and senses and waited as patiently as she could.

“Interesting,” he murmured and she shuddered in anticipation. She heard him set something in the recliner and turn it so that it was facing the cross, and then he stepped toward her again and she felt his hands fasten her left wrist into the shackle. He didn’t say anything other than that, but she knew then. He was in a good mood, and this was just a game. Of course she would still be punished, but it wouldn’t be real pain like it could have been. It would just be what both of them needed to make it a special night. She started to relax and then stopped herself. She had made assumptions like that before and been totally wrong.

He left her hanging on the cross, on her tiptoes with the only support for her upper body coming from her toes and her wrists for another ten minutes as she heard him sipping what was probably another double. She let her senses run wild as he did this, listening and sniffing occasionally for any clue as to his intentions. Just as always she merely heard his soft breathing and smelled leather and Obsession.

Then she heard him set down the glass and stand. She went on alert then, anticipating anything. Sometimes he got right into it and sometimes he didn’t. She waited, juices dripping down her thighs as he walked up behind her again.

She felt him gather her long hair and he put it over her right shoulder. That meant that he probably had a flogger. Those and the cane could be used somewhat safely all the way down the back. At least he could use them safely all the way down her back. Then she moaned in need as he slipped his hand between her legs and slid his index finger along her left labia.

“Oh really,” he chuckled, and she blushed. She always did and he thought it was cute. “It looks like you’re ready for something pretty one,” he whispered from right beside her left ear. I think you need a little more stimulation though. What do you say to that?”

She knew better than to say anything, but she knew he was right. She wasn’t quite ready for him the way he wanted her to be. She thought about wiggling against his hand since he was still touching her, but that would cause real pain. She had to be patient. This was his game, and he was most definitely in charge.

“Not going to answer huh?” he said in a chuckle and stepped back from her. She almost cried out at the loss of his touch, but she knew better. She wasn’t ready to do that just yet. She would be, but not just yet. He had to bring it out in her still.

Then she felt the first blow and almost cried out again. He had chosen the thuddie flogger, and it left a burning path against the tops of her shoulder blades except where her hair went over her shoulder. She tensed up thinking the second blow would fall quickly, but he was in a good mood. She actually had time to relax a little before the second blow caught her just barely below the first. The pain bursa görükle escort was intense, but she didn’t cry out. She didn’t dare. Not just two strokes into it. If she were going to cry out at all it wouldn’t be until he got really into it and wanted her to. Not till he made her.

He regulated his blows precisely, randomly timing them but making sure each blow hit just a little below the last. He worked his way down her back then, stopping occasionally to run a warm, rough hand over what he had done to her so far. He said nothing as he did this, and his hand was never on her long enough for her, but he did it. Like an artist surveying his work.

She lost track of time as he punished her. She always did. All she was was senses now as she felt each blow. As she listened to the flogger fly through the air and strike her. As she smelled the leather and the warm skin. She closed her eyes and tried to picture her back from his point of view but it was useless. All she knew was that he had gotten down to her short ribs now and was still going. She let go then and reveled in the feeling of her tingling skin and the warmth of where he had struck before. She sagged in the restraints, hanging from her wrists for a moment to give her sore toes a break, then going up on her toes to give her wrists the same.

He noted the movement and asked if she had anything to say to him. She shook her head, knowing he was asking if she wanted to say a safe word. “Then be still,” was all he said as yet another blow hit her just below the last. She froze, slowly going to where she was resting on all four points and hoping that he wouldn’t notice. He did though and grabbed her by the hair at the back of her head. He positioned her precisely where he wanted her then, and she stayed there. Fortunately for her this was exactly where she had been trying to go. Sometimes he positioned her so that she had to strain on her toes or against her wrists because she had made him mad.

Then he reached her ass. He went harder there because it was more padded as he put it, and she almost yelped again as the first blow hit her delicate upper ass. She didn’t though and she almost heard him smile. Usually this was where he got her to cry out, and this time she hadn’t. He then hit her again, barely below the first, and it was even harder. If he kept getting harder she would cry out for him. She would know he wanted her voice then and would give it to him.

He didn’t though. He continued down over her ass cheeks with almost steady precision, not getting harder, nor getting any lighter. She thought he would stop at the bottom of her ass, but she was wrong. Oh god yes. He was going to stripe her at least down to the tops of her stockings. Just the thought of that got her going again and she heard him sniff deeply and chuckle.

She blushed again, but she doubted he could see it now because she was facing away from him and her back was red. He chuckled again though and she knew he knew.

“You’re almost ready little one,” he almost purred in her ear just as another blow caught her right across the tops of her stockings. “Almost. But ready for what? That’s the question isn’t it.” And he chuckled again. She shuddered in sheer anticipation and pleasure and the next blow fell, right across the most padded part of her ass. She did jump then because she’d been expecting it lower, and she cried out as well because it had hurt. He chuckled at that and she heard him walk away from her. She wanted to take back the cry but it was out, and he was satisfied with it.

He walked to the armoire and she heard him place the flogger back on its hook, but he stayed there longer than he should have. If he’d just been about to put it up and come back to her it shouldn’t have taken another two minutes and made him hum tunelessly. Oh god. He had another surprise for her. She hoped she was up to it.

“I got you some gifts pretty one,” he said in his gruff manor. “A special gift of sorts, and a regular gift. Which would you like first?” She thought furiously now, knowing this was some sort of test. If he said gifts and that there were two of them she might get both of them tonight or she might only get one and never see what the other was. If she told him she wanted both he would call her greedy and punish her some more and possibly leave her tied to the cross all night. He had done that before.

“I want whichever one will look better on me in your eyes sir,” she told him carefully. “This slave has no desire for gifts other than what pleases her master.” There, that should be safe enough.

“That’s not the way these gifts work pretty one,” he chuckled and she cursed to herself. “These gifts are different. They won’t make you look any different, or maybe they will. You have to decide which you want first.”

“Then I want the one that will make you happiest sir,” she said a bit defiantly. “You know that I live but to serve you. If the special one would bursa gorukle escort make you happier with me then I will take that one. If not I will take the normal one. That’s the one that is probably best for me anyway. I’m just a slave who lives to serve.”

“Sassy now,” he chuckled and she let out a long slow relieved breath hoping he wouldn’t hear it. “Okay. I will decide which you get first. But you still have a choice to make. And this one I will brook no argument or sass about. Tell me something. Tell me which you prefer. Hard, or soft?”

“Sir?” she asked slowly and he told her to go on. “That is a loaded question. I can answer it many ways depending on what we are talking about. I am not trying to sass or anything like that. Please believe that. But I am confused. Could you please explain some?”

“Okay,” he said a bit dejectedly and she began to lose hope for the night. “There are two gifts. One is soft and one is hard. One is special and one is regular. Do you get that much so far?”

She merely said yes sir and he went on. “Now neither gift is something that will change your looks,” he continued. “But at the same time both will give you looks. The same looks if I have things right. They will also both be used no matter what, but I don’t know if I’m giving them both to you tonight or if I am saving one for a later time. That is all I can tell you.”

“Then I guess I want the hard one sir,” she said simply, hoping to salvage the night at least a little bit. “I don’t know if that is the special one or the regular one though.”

He chuckled again and told her it was one of those and her hopes looked up. She heard him move to the armoire and she heard him open one of the drawers in the bottom where she was not allowed to go, and then the drawer closing and the armoire being closed as well. Then she heard him walk up behind her and she felt his hand slip between her legs again.

She was still wet for him and hopeful of course, but he sighed that she had calmed down as much as she had. “Oh well,” he sighed and her hopes dropped again. “Maybe this will fix you up.” And he started playing with both her pussy and her asshole.

He knew she loved it in either hole and that she loved his hands on her, so he used them to stimulate her. His other hand, his stronger right hand came around her body to where it rested against the wood of the cross and grasped her breast almost painfully.

This was special treatment. He only treated her tits like this when he was going to make her let go. It was one of the things that drove her nuts and he knew it. She couldn’t resist him if he wanted to do something to her as it was, but she would give herself up completely to him when he got rough with her, especially when he got rough with her tits.

She blushed furiously ten minutes later when she started actually humping the cross. Only he could get her this hot and he made fun of the fact that it was so easy for him.

“Look at you,” he said with a real laugh. “Humping the cross like you want it in you. And so wet you could probably take it. What a hot little slut. Isn’t that right?”

“Oh god yes sir!” she moaned as she tried to press back against him and against the cross that was providing her pleasure at the same time. “Please use your slut. This slave begs you to use her in any way you wish.”

He laughed and told her she still wasn’t hot enough yet and she almost screamed out in pure frustration. She knew he was right of course, but she wanted him so badly just then. She would willingly do anything he wanted right now except the one thing he demanded. When she was ready to do that he would take her and she knew it. She just had to go through the frustration of getting there and he was in control of that.

When he chuckled again she was at her special place. She would give him anything now and he knew it. “Now it’s time for your gift pretty one,” he told her in her ear huskily, and she knew he was ready to take pleasure from her. She just didn’t know how he was going to do it since he had opened her thoroughly.

She felt his fingers retreat and cried out and he chuckled again. “All in good time little one,” he told her and she whimpered with need. “Your gift comes first tonight.”

And with that his hand came back and he started slipping something metallic feeling up her ass. At first she thought it was a vibrator or something and concentrated on it, but it felt wrong. Not the right shape. She clenched her anus around it as it slid further in, pushed by his strong fingers, and the shape became apparent in her mind. It was egg shaped, roughly the size of a large chicken egg. She unclenched then and allowed him to seat it where he wanted it.

“This was made special for me by a tech friend of mine when I went to Japan,” he told her, stepping away from her and she heard the rustle of silk. She hoped he was undoing the belt on his robe, but he didn’t approach her again. Instead she heard him go to the recliner and sit down.

“It has a very special function,” he said, almost as if to himself. “First off if you get too far from the transmitter, which I have here in my hand, it does this.” And with that she felt a powerful shock in her rectum from the egg. She cried out of course, and he chuckled.

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“Shall we begin?” he asked. She nodded without speaking, casting her eyes downward upon her naked curves. He softly touched her chin and she felt herself tremble. He made a note of concern. “Nervous?” he asked. She nodded, feeling very small and shy.

His arms encircled her, pressing her gently to him his masculine contours. “Shhh,” he said, “There is nothing to fear here, mon cher.” She felt herself molding to him, softly placing her cheek upon his chest and closing her eyes as his hands slowly ran over the curves of her shoulders and back, lightly tracing the contours of her hips and buttocks. One of his hands coaxed her chin upward to meet his smile, his eyes kindly gazing down upon her.

“You are very special to me,” he said as he bent down to kiss her quivering lips, lingering there as she felt her arms moving to return his embrace, the shyness fading as the kiss continued. All too soon, the kiss ended. “That’s better,” he said seeing the beginnings of a blush on her cheeks. “Now close your eyes,” he added and she complied.

Something sinuously touched her right wrist, very gently at first. The sensation was pleasant as it curled several times around and made itself snug. Rope, of course, she thought pleasantly, made of silk. She felt a length of it trailing from where his hands had tied it, and she fondled the loose end with her fingers as the process was repeated with her left wrist.

He paused to kiss her again, first on the lips and then a lingering French kiss upon her neck that made her sigh involuntarily. “Keep your eyes closed for now,” he said, “You’ll get to open them a little later. For now, the bed is just behind you. Sit down first then lay down on your back with your head going to your right.” He gripped her hands. “I won’t let you fall,” he assured her, “I am right here with you.”

Satin caressed her body as she complied with his instruction, cushioning and cradling her as she stretched out upon it. His warm hands slowly played across her thighs and stomach, every so lightly brushing the lower curves of her breasts. “You are so very beautiful,” he murmured, almost to himself, “and that is how I want you to feel, my love – beautiful.”

The silken ropes found her ankles next snaring each with several snug windings. He felt him over her, carefully checking his work, pausing occasionally to softly touch her somewhere else – reassuring and tender. She smiled at how he doted upon her like that – the simple gestures and acts of kindness that had slowly broken down her defenses and had encouraged her to trust him enough for this.

She felt his hands lightly grip her left ankle and the back of her left knee. She raised her leg and bent her knee without being told. He placed the ankle nearly flush with the top of her thigh, the ropes hanging from her ankle bursa eskort bayan suddenly drawn taught as he wrapped the ends around her thigh and ankle together. When they were secured, he moved to the other side of the bed and repeated the process with her right leg. As he worked, she tried to move her left leg, but found that while nothing was uncomfortably tight, there very little movement allowed. Within a moment, the right leg was in a similar condition.

His lips found hers, and she discovered that she hungered for them now, a longing that had not been there before. She felt her tongue touch his lips tentatively then push beyond them to find his. They both murmured their pleasure before he finally broke the kiss. “Patience, my dear,” he chided as his hands found her right wrist.

He pulled her wrist down to her side, the loose ends drawn to her ankle and thigh. The slack all but disappeared, leaving just a small amount of play. Soon the left wrist was pinned on that side in the same fashion. As he worked on the left, she experimented with finding the knots in the ropes that held her on the right. But while she could touch two of the knots with her fingers, she could not get any sort of grip upon them.

He rolled her onto her side and helped her up to a kneeling position on the bed, not an easy thing to do in her current condition. “Open your eyes,” he said as he eased off of the bed. Her gaze followed him to an easel-looking thing near the foot of the bed, covered by a light, silky cover. He pulled the cover away revealing a large mirror that reflected her image upon the bed.

She gasped at what she saw. Her naked limbs were now firmly held in shimmering coils of purple silk, her cheeks flush with excitement, her eyes lit with the fires of passion. “So very beautiful,” he said with shining eyes. “This is how I have dreamed of you since the first day we met – to see your beauty wrapped in your passion this way.” He made his way back onto to the bed and kissed her deeply, his arms surrounding her again clutching her tightly.

She tried to pull her wrists free to return the embrace, but they were held fast by her silken bonds, pinned at her sides by both rope and his arms. He moved to her neck, brushing her long, dark tresses aside to expose it. With his warm lips and languid tongue, she felt waves of pleasure beginning to build within her. Her wet lips parted as she breathed slowly and deeply, moaning almost inaudibly at first then mounting as he moved to the other side of her neck. The tips of his fingers lightly followed the curve of her buttocks to the base of her spine is slow, fluid motions as he kissed her neck.

He paused just long enough to move around behind her, brushing back her soft hair to expose the nape of her neck. He touched it bursa sinirsiz escort with tip of his tongue, watching her body quiver at the sensation, and then repeated it, taking a little longer with each teasing touch. His hands now found the swell of her bosoms, gently cradling them, softly squeezing them, his thumbs lightly brushing the nipples as they began to harden.

Her breath was faster now, shallower. She could feel her heart hammering within her chest as the pleasure she could not resist continued. She could feel her own wetness now, a pleasurable tingle spreading slowly through her loins. She moaned in frustration as she once again was reminded of her helplessness, her legs and arms still held fast.

How she wanted to be free! To return the pleasure she was experiencing in some way, to coax the eventual climax on from them both! But instead, she was forced to bear all the pleasure this wonderful man was so willing give her, her only protest being the lustful moans and whimpers he elicited from his attentions.

He slowly eased her down onto her back and turned his attention upon her breasts. His lips kissed her breasts, pausing occasionally to twirl his tongue languidly around her nipples or to gently nibble them as they rapidly grew hard with his efforts. His hands were now sliding across the insides of her thighs and following the curves of her hips. She could feel her hips rising slightly with each touch, eagerly anticipating the release that had been so far denied.

His fingers lightly brushed her clit as he returned to kiss her lips once again, smothering her moan of lust. As he kissed her, his fingers lightly teased her there. She felt her hips rise, trying to pull more pleasure from each sensation, as the need for release began to burn within her. She groaned her frustration and need through each kiss, pausing only long enough to regain her breath.

She felt one of his fingers slide inside of her, probing out the hot wetness of her, wriggling deeper and deeper. She stifled a cry of wanton lust as her hips surged up against his hand, her thighs trying to clamp down upon his hand, to force him to continue the pleasure. Instead, he pulled his hand free and started kissing her stomach and hips, while caressing her thighs some more.

“Please,” she heard herself beg shamelessly between panting breaths, “please stick it in me!”

He paused and looked down at her. “Do you really want it to end so soon?” he asked.

She bit her lip. The realization spread through her – no. She slowly shook her head, her cheeks blushing as she did.

“I thought so,” he said confidently, and reached down beside the bed. In his hand was a wide roll of microfoam surgical tape. He slowly peeled back a length and tore it with his fingers. He held bursa sınırsız escort it away from her as he kissed her lips deeply once again, continuing until she was desperate for breath. When he pulled away, she gasped for air, only to have the swath of tape seal her lips shut, wrapping from jawbone to jawbone below her nose. She protested, but her muzzle kept all but a pathetic murmur from escaping.

He waited until her breathing calmed somewhat. “That should keep you from saying what you don’t mean,” he said with a smile. He moved to position himself between her legs, and slowly lowered his lips down to her crotch to begin again.

Her entire body shook as he pleasured her with lips, teeth and tongue, forcing it within her again and again, tasting her mounting passion. Her hips began to grind against him as her pinned legs could do little to hold him, try as they might. Her fingers sought out the knots again, desperate for any purchase, any desperate chance to escape, but found none. She kept moaning against the tape over her mouth, but all that came out was “Mmmph…mmmph!” Helplessly she was held there, in the throes of passion.

And suddenly, it stopped. She cried out against the tape, raising her head to look at him through the tangle of her hair. He had moved forward now and she felt the head of his hot throbbing of his manhood against her inner thighs. Slowly it moved, until the very tip brushed her clit. Her sharp intake of breath whistled through her nostrils, surprising her with its suddenness. She relaxed slightly and he slid his rock hard cock into her. She took him into her, pulling him in deeper as her hips rose to meet his.

He started the ancient rhythm, slow as the tides at first, but increasing in frequency with each passing second, her hips straining to pull him deeper with each stroke. She cried out against the gag, her sealed lips containing each one to a high whine of frenzied pleasure as her mind surrendered its last shreds of control.

They peaked together – his hot, sticky semen surging inside of her as his pent up passions were consumed by her own. Shuddering and shaking, they poured out their last ounces of lust before he collapsed softly upon her, gingerly peeling the tape away. She sobbed for breath for a moment as the last waves of the pleasure subsided and her hammering hard slowed back to its normal pace.

She could not reach his lips, so she settled for kissing his shoulder, nibbling him with her teeth. “You,” she admonished with a smile, “are an evil man.” He shifted position and they kissed again, slowly and tenderly this time.

He smiled as he rose and went to the dresser on the other side of the room, rummaging around in the top drawer for a moment before hiding what he had found behind his back. He walked back to the bed with an evil grin on his face.

“An evil man, you say?” he asked and shook his head. Her eyes widened as he showed her what he had dug out of the dresser – a vibrator. He switched it on and started lowering toward her crotch. “Actually,” he said over the hum of the device, “I am a very evil man!”

THE END

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I was in a lovely dream. In my dream, I was bound to the four corners of the bed and someone was using their tongue on my clit, bringing me close to orgasm. The dream was so hot, I couldn’t help but squirm. I opened my eyes to realize that it wasn’t a dream. I was indeed bound and there you were. Your hands held my hips firmly, keeping me from moving, while your tongue did its magic. I writhe and groaned. I moaned louder and louder. I could feel the orgasm coming.

…And to my disappointment, you stopped.

“Sir, please!” I said as I struggled against my bonds. You chuckled, amused.

“What are you?” You asked as you gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“Kitty.”

“Who owns you?” You asked as you gave me another gentle kiss, this time on my left nipple.

“You sir.”

“And who owns your body?” You asked as you gave my right nipple a gentle kiss.

“You sir.”

“Who owns your orgasms?” You asked as you gave my clit a lick, making me struggle yet again.

“You sir.”

“That’s right.” You said as you chuckled and gave me a kiss, raw, primal, and aggresive. “I own your orgasms, and I say it’s too early for that. Now go and prepare, the guys are coming soon.” You said as you untied me from my bonds. “Keep the door open, I want to make sure you don’t play with yourself in the bath, naughty kitty.”

I entered the bath you had prepared for me. I squeezed my legs together to resist the urge to play, to resist the urge to disappoint you. I smirked inwardly and stood up. I faced you, leaning against the wall, sitting at the edge of the bath. I run the washcloth slowly and deliberately around my neck, then down my arms, keeping eye contact with you. You raise your eyebrow in challenge and I ignored it. I ran it down my breasts, imagining your hands massaging them.I slowly rubbed it back and forth my pussy before spreading my legs and bending down with my knees straight, to wash my legs. Before I could act any differently, my head was pulled back. Your grip on my hair was rough and firm.

“My naughty kitty is such a tease,” you said before assaulting my lips with yours.

“Kneel,” you ordered. I obediently knelt in the bath, half submerged in water. You stripped naked and joined me in the bath.

“Present your hands.” I lowered my head and raised my hands above my head towards you. Suddenly, you pushed them against the wall, making me lean back, arching my breasts unintentionally.

“Naughty kitty,” you said as you nibbled my ear. Your hand reached down to my clit and started playing with it. I wish I had more self-control. That way, you wouldn’t know how close I am. Then again, who am I kidding. You would know my signs no matter how loud or subtle they are. My pleasure was rudely interrupted when you unceremoniously shoved your hard dick in my mouth. I wasn’t quite used to the roughness which you were demonstrating at the moment. I was still kneeling and you still had my hands against the wall. You were fucking my mouth roughly, fast and hard. I almost gagged and choked.

“Stand up, turn around, palms against the wall,” you said. I did as instructed, slightly bending at the waist. You pushed me lower and lower until my head was almost at the level of the water. You slowly pushed your dick into my pussy. Once fully inserted, you gave me about two seconds before fucking me in the pussy hard and fast. After you came, spreading your cum down my legs, you started spanking me with your hands.

“Stay.” You said. You washed me clean. I couldn’t even get aroused by the washing since you did it rough and quick. I stayed in position while you washed yourself.

You dried us off before carrying me bridal style to our bedroom.

“I changed my mind,” you said flinging clothes towards me. I raise it up and was bursa bayan escort surprised to see the skimpy french maid outfit you bought for me for our occasional roleplay sessions.

“But this is too …” I started. You raised your eyebrow.

“This morning I thought I’d be presenting a nice kitty to my friends. This afternoon, she proved to be a naughty kitty. So I thought, why not present her like the slut she is.” I blushed.

“Please Sir,” I pleaded. Our play has always been ours. We’ve never really shown it to anyone. We have been talking about it more lately. I was quick to agree to it, but the reality of it was tougher to deal with.

“I’ve made up my mind. That is, unless you want to greet them naked?” You asked.

“NO SIR!” I hastily replied and started dressing.

It was sheer everywhere. The only consolation was that it was black and hides my red bum quite nicely. At least, up until I bend over. Although, I shouldn’t rejoice too much. The frilly petticoat rubbing against my sensitive bum was arousing my pussy. At least the white apron would provide some modesty. It covers my breasts. Although, knowing you, you’ll make me remove it at some point.

Next, you hand me black fish net thigh highs and black heels to complete the look.

“Lovely kitty,” You complimented when I finished putting the thigh highs and heels.

“Stand.” You ordered. You gently pushed me towards the mirror. I look like a slut.

You pushed my feet apart. I was a bit worried you’d put the ankle bars again. Instead you circled around me, inspecting me.

“See how lovely you are?” You whispered. Why do you torment me so? You know what this does to me.

You hiked up the skirt and attached garter belts. “Mmmmm.”

You caressed and played with my sensitive tits, making them so perky that the nipples poked against the apron quite visibly. “I wonder if the guys will notice that you’re not wearing a bra.”

“They’d have to be idiots not to, Sir,” I replied. You chuckled.

“Indeed,” You replied as you attach the collar around my neck. You also attached the cuffs around my ankles and my wrists. “I wonder who will realize that my pet was naughty enough not to wear panties to a party.” I blushed. You put the maid headband to finish the look.

“Now kitty, I am debating on whether your look is complete. A, B or C?”

I hate these games. Despite my submission, I still yearn for some control some times. This was your method to appease that subconscious part of me. Yet, the rational part of my brain screams that this is more powerless for me. I have no way to know what the better choice is, if there is even any.

“C, Sir,” I replied.

“A wise choice,” you said before attaching some cuffs above the knee. I just hope no one decides to be a genius and attach them together.

“A would have been some kegel balls while B would have been a gag. Your look is now complete. Now go along and prepare the snacks. I need to change.”

As instructed, I prepared snack bowls for your ball game party. You came down as I opened the TV and put on the sports channel. You gave me a hug from behind and nuzzled my neck, massaging my breasts with your hands. Half of me wishes that I had you all to myself for the day. The other half knew that this was your tradition. You always had the guys over for your birthday. You always watched a ball game with them. The only difference this year was that you decided to show me off.

“Ding-Dong,” chimed the doorbell. You smiled. “Kitty, get the door, make sure to greet them with a curtsy and be sure to address them as Sirs,” you ordered. I hesitantly move towards the door, holding your hand and almost dragging you with me. You allowed me the comfort as you knew I wasn’t bursa bayan eskort quite used to any idea of our play being made “public”.

I opened the door, to see strangers. I’ve never met these two before. Out of nervousness, I couldn’t say anything. You gave me a quick nudge and I quickly gave your guests a curtsy. I could feel their eyes scanning me from top to bottom. I lower my eyes to the floor out of submission and embarrassment.

“Hey guys! I’m glad you could come.” You said. “This is my girlfriend. Just call her kitty! She’ll serve us for tonight.” You said as you put down the presents your friends gave you on the table .

You started off with a beer and your friends followed suit.

“So what kind of service will she be providing tonight?” Your friend teased.

“She’ll be serving us food and if I’m in the mood, I might even have her provide some entertainment.”

Entertainment? I was tempted to protest, but knew that protesting in front of your friends would displease you. I don’t really fancy being punished in front of your friends.

The bell rang again.

“Kitty get the door.” You said. I was already halfway to the door when you ordered, “Crawl towards the door then you may stand.” I knelt and went on all fours, then crawled to the door. I was fully aware that doing so exposes my red bum. I was just hoping your friends weren’t looking.

I stood up and gave your friends a curtsy before leading them to the living room. Your friends greeted each other and started handing you their gifts. There were about 5 of them now. “Good, everyone’s here, and the game hasn’t even started yet,” you said.

You all started chatting and catching up. I awkwardly stood, slightly lost within the crowd. You beckoned me and pulled me to sit on your lap, your arm around my waist. You continued holding court and handling conversations just as you always do.

“So why is her bum red?” your friend asked casually. I blushed.

“Because she was naughty this morning and thought it was a good idea to be such a tease.” You gently made me stand up and stood.

“Kitty feet together.” You ordered. You then fastened the cuffs near my knees together. Here I thought, you’d forget, guess not. You pushed my back until I was bent at the waist. You pulled my skirt up and displayed my red bum for your friends to see. “As you can see, I gave her some correction.”

“Has she been corrected enough?” One of your friends asked.

You chuckled, “For the moment.”

We went back to your seat, with me still sitting at your lap.

“I think we should go over the rules,” you said. “As you can see, there are boxes around your chairs.” Indeed there were box outlines made of tape, I didn’t even notice them previously. “You may touch kitty with your hands if she is within her zone. You may not penetrate her pussy, ass or mouth with anything, unless I say so. You may not use your mouth anywhere on kitty, unless I say so.” I was glad that you have control for the most part. “If she displeases you in any way, you may write her infraction and suggested punishment on the pieces of paper beside you and have her deliver it to me. I will decide whether you may punish her or not. Finally, we will have a few games throughout the games for which you can win favours, but we’ll go through them as they come. Understood?” Your friends acknowledge and agree.

“Kitty, you have rules too. You will address everyone as Sir. If the guys make you feel too uncomfortable, you may say orange and you may return to me. I trust kitty will use it wisely,” you said. Your hand snaked down and started rubbing my clit. “Your responsible usage of orange will determine whether you get an orgasm or not. Abuse it and you won’t, respect it and you will.” bursa escort bayan I was disappointed when you removed your hand from my clit. Instead, you brought it to my mouth and I started shyly licking my juices clean off of your finger.

“Say yellow and the guys will ease off whatever they’re doing. Say red, if you want them to stop.” Yeah right, as if they would. “Don’t worry kitty, they will follow these colours. They’re quite familiar with them, having used them for their own subs,” You said. I raise my head in surprise to see you smirking.

“Yes kitty, these are my bdsm friends. Did you really think I’d show you off like this to my vanilla friends?” You chuckled along with your friends. “I suppose the downside is that they’re quite adept at bondage and spanking.” I blushed and lowered my head in embarrassment. “Ah yes, your two favourite fetishes. Don’t worry, there will be plenty of that tonight.”

“Let’s test the rules shall we?” You said. You pushed me off your lap and pointed towards the friend sitting closest to us. I looked back to you in nervousness, but you made me keep going until I was inside the box. You friend then grabbed my hand and pulled me towards his lap. I jumped when he started rubbing my leg with his hand. “Nervous kitty?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Don’t be, your Sir is in control here. We’re just here to enjoy the ball game,” he said as he started massaging my boobs. I’m not sure which balls he’s referring to, the game on tv or my tits. “Mmm, exquisite, but I do believe it’s time for you to introduce yourself to the rest of the Sirs.” He pushed me towards your other friend. I say pushed, it was more like spanked. He gave me a spank just as I was leaving his box. It seemed to have started something as all of your other friends also gave me spanks as they sent me off. When I had introduced myself to everyone, I returned happily to your lap.

“Enjoyed that kitty?” You whispered, as you gave me a soft kiss on the lips. “I enjoy this more Sir,” I replied.

The tv was still airing commentary about the upcoming game. “Since the game is still not on, how about we open some presents?” One of your friends asked.

“Kitty go and pick one,” you said. I was thankful that the table was beside us and that I didn’t have to leave my comfy position at your lap. I picked one of the moderate sized boxes and handed it to you.

“Open it.”

I carefully unwrap the present to find a remote controlled vibrator

“Perfect.” You said while you opened the box. You took a tissue, drenched it in water and wiped the vibrator clean. You then opened the side table drawer to pull out a rope.

“Kitty go get a kitchen chair.”

I do as you ordered, having a vague idea of what might happen.

You positioned the chair beside the TV. You inserted the vibrator and as you ordered, I sat on the chair, pulling my dress up so that I’m not sitting on it. You pushed my legs to the side, tying them to the chair, exposing my pussy. You then my hands to the back of the chair. I tested the bonds and as always, they can barely move.

You go back to the seat. I watch you in anticipation. You raise the remote and my eyes go wide as you turn the vibrator on. Looks like you aren’t done with your teasing after all.

“This is how the game will be played. We will be passing the remote along. When it’s with you, you can either change the speed, turn it off or do nothing. Once you change the setting you have to pass it on. If you choose to do nothing, you may hold on to it for as long as you want. We will be playing this for a quarter. The goal is to tease her and edge her. If she cums and you are holding the remote, you’ll be excluded from the next quarter. Kitty, remember that we are watching the game. If you make too much noise, I will have to gag you.”

“Fuck,” I mumble causing your friends to laugh.

You throw the remote to the friend sitting farthest. He turns it to the highest setting then pass it on. Your next friend holds it for a bit before moving it to low and passing it on.

This is going to be a long night.

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A big thing for me has always been eyes, so when he thrust me against the pillar on an almost abandoned subway platform at 157th and wrapped his right hand around my throat, I could read his right away. He was taking pleasure, not giving it. And I loved him for knowing that that was what I needed.

His face didn’t give any emotion away; if I didn’t know him so well, it would have been easy to believe that he wasn’t even turned on by what he was doing. The feeling of not being able to take a breath is different from the feeling of not getting air when you do. It leaves your body feeling empty, void not just of air, but of ability. It leaves you feeling like a shell, merely the casing of what you once were. Human, alive. It is such a perfect feeling.

I grabbed at his hands when I felt I could go on no longer without air. I grabbed at his hands when the world in the corners of my eyes became first blurry, then black. This is another thing I love to feel, my ability to see, my sense of sight, slowly disappearing. Me, slipping into nothingness. There is no better feeling than completely giving yourself over to a degree such that someone else controls even your senses.

He didn’t let go right away. He held fast, staring into my eyes as struggled to make sound and found (though I had already known) that I could not. My tongue tried to form words, but with a lack of air, my vocal chords were of no help. My arms fell (I am not sure whether they dropped or I could no longer make them move), and my body began to shake. I knew that I had orgasmed, but all that I could feel was a pulsing tingling. I wasn’t even sure if it was a result of my orgasm or of the loss of feeling throughout my body.

When he let me go, I collapsed into him. Ruffling my hair, he smiled and held me close. “Was that what you needed?” I hadn’t asked him for anything, and yet he had known. He knew that I knew, too. It all happened much faster than I can express bursa escort to you. When I regained myself, he grasped my hand and led me up the subway steps.

After sometime, we found ourselves back underground, waiting for the 6 uptown to get back to Grand Central. He took me to a secluded part of the platform, behind the a stairwell where no one could see us and we could hear people coming.

This time, he pressed his entire body against mine. I shuddered, knowing full well what his intentions were. He traced his fingers around my neck and asked me if I was scared. It’s hard to explain how I feel in these situations. I am scared, scared out of my mind. But then, it is what I want: to be scared, to be hurt, to be used. I nodded, biting my lip.

I do that a lot. I chew my lip and look at the ground. I only ever meet his eyes when his hand is around my throat. He never instructed me to do so. In these situations, I feel less than him, less than human, and I would not dream of making such a bold move as meeting his eyes. He grabbed the front of my neck between his thumb and the side of his forefinger and pressed. This was new. It was new and wonderful. In some ways, it was less controlling than usual, but in other ways, it showed how little power he had to exert to put me in my place. It was godly, and it made me shake. I cried out softly when he did so. “Good,” he spoke, expressionless as always, “my fuckslut should be always afraid.” I can never stop my eyes pleading for him to let go. His eyes respond with mirth.

The only reason he let me go was a man come around the stairs to await the train. He held my arms against the wall above my head and leaned forward, softly kissing me. It was a show for the man — the strength in his hands never let me forget what was really going on. He put one hand under my chin, his fingers behind my jaw. He applied more and more pressure, forcing my jaw to jut forward, bursa eskort and stared into my eyes. I knew the threat that was there. The man got on the train and disappeared, looking, somewhat strangely, back at us. My pleasurable hell resumed again.

He thrust his hips hard into mine — so hard I could feel it in my bones. I asked him to use me. I begged him, told him that all I wanted him to do was to abuse me for his pleasure. I could see it this time. His face flickered with feeling for a moment, and his head tilted back. “Oh, I could cum from torturing you.” He took my hand and led me on the next train.

I pulled my feet up on the seat and leaned into him, my arms wrapped around on of his, my eyes closed. I rested my head on his shoulder. I felt completely safe. Some people say that this is sympathizing with the abuser. I disagree. He knew what I wanted.

We got to Grand Central and I trailed a step behind him as we made our way down an empty platform that was scheduled neither for arrivals nor departures. We walked to a stairwell in the back that led down to the tunnel that leads from platform to platform.

In no more than a moment, he had me thrust against the wall once more, his hand around my throat. When I asked him what would happen if someone caught us, he told me that they would see me for the whore that I was. And that was answer enough for me.

He leaned in and bit my neck, hard. He held fast as I squirmed beneath his weight, compulsively trying to push him off. I moaned and gasped, my muscles tightening and relaxing, not knowing which would get him off of me. And I loved it. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, trying to keep from screaming.

He bit me so hard that he drew blood as I desperately moaned his name, my hands pushing against his chest. I had thought, perhaps, that it would make me more real to him, make him sympathize and stop. I think it made him hurt me worse. escort bursa And god, it was good. He leaned his head back, still pressed into me. He dug his thumb into the wound on my neck and stretched his fingers their entire length across my throat.

He held me so hard that I thought I’d never breath again. It was all I could do to keep from screaming. Grabbing my nipple with his left hand, he twisted it, sending a sharp pain rocketing down my spine. I collapsed again, but he held me against the wall. His hand around my throat was, perhaps, all that saved me from toppling onto the tracks.

“Do you want it to stop?” he asked. A trick question. My body would have done anything to have it over with. But my mind, god, my mind. It was all I wanted, all I needed. He knew it, and he took advantage of it. I shook my head, somewhat ashamed. He thrust against me harder, yanked on my nipple, and pressed his thumb harder.

I squealed loudly, my entire body shaking beneath him. Pressing against him, I turned my head, trying to get away. “Don’t move.” This was an order.

And, lord, did I abide. I froze, my head turned away from his, looking, again, at the ground. I couldn’t tell if my feet were on the ground. I couldn’t tell which way was up. I couldn’t breath. There were intense, multicolored stabs of pain invading my body, webbing their way throughout my veins. And I came. I came harder than I knew I could. It took a moment for him to let up.

But he did, and I fell to the ground. My legs bent beneath me and splayed out to the sides, my arms dangled limp beside me. My head hung, my hair a mess on my face. I breathed, what I thought was breathing. All I could do, then, anyway. And he laughed. He laughed the most perfect, degrading laugh.

I whimpered. I cried, I was crying. I didn’t know when I had started to cry, but from how wet my face and hair was, it had been a while. He grabbed my arm and wrenched me up from the ground. A little reminder, one more stab of pain.

“Good slut,” he said. And he hugged me and straightened out my hair and face so no one would look twice. Then he took me to my train and leaned down, kissing me on my forehead. He stood waving as it pulled away.

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“Well of course I’ve looked everywhere.”

“Yes I am stamping my foot, I’m extremely cross.”

“I’m NOT being a Brat; they were definitely here earlier.”

“I know I used them this morning, perhaps you put them somewhere different?”

“Have another look if you like but there’s really no point.”

“What! That’s not possible.”

“I’m sure I checked there. You must have hidden them.”

“No need to raise your voice.”

“Well I suppose I could have been mistaken…”

“Please stop looking at me like that, it’s scary.”

“Look, I’m sorry I wrongly accused you, satisfied?”

“Hey, let go of my wrist, where are you taking me?”

“To the sofa for a good spanking? Well OK, you know I quite enjoy a bit of hanky spanky…”

“I certainly won’t enjoy this? Why not? A punishment with the wooden paddle! Noooo, you know I hate that bloody thing, it stings like mad.”

“On the bare – no way.

“You’re staring at me strangely again, alright I’ll get across your knee; this is so humiliating.”

“Can’t I at least keep my knickers on for a while, till I get warmed up?”

“Oh, right off, right now.”

“How many? Well, how many do you see fit?”

“Ow! eskort bursa Oh God that hurt. Stop! It stings, I’m sorry, I’m sorry; I promise to be good in future. Ow!”

“Of course I’m kicking, how can I keep still with that paddle burning my buttocks?”

“Oh that was horrible. You must have been beating my poor bum for half an hour. Only five minutes? Seemed like an eternity. You really are a cruel beast.”

“Well I DON’T think it’s funny. Yes I’m sure I look a sight. May I stand up and rub for a minute?”

“Thank you. Oh that’s better; my bottom is so hot and sore.

Look how red you’ve made it, and it smarts terribly.”

“You haven’t finish yet! No more paddling please.

“So what else do you have in mind?”

“Naughty girls deserve a big stiff cock up their bottoms!

“I don’t think I could take all of you up there.”

“Yes, I do recall we did it once before, but that was after you’d fucked me and I was more than a bit tipsy.

“True, I enjoyed then, but after having my bum paddled scarlet is a rather different matter.

“I am well aware my pussy is wet, spanking always has that effect on me regardless of the circumstances, I can’t help bursa escortlar it.”

“I don’t want to do as I’m told.”

“No, I certainly don’t want another dose of the damned paddle either.”

“Yes of course, I’m sorry to have nagged and making false accusations. You’re absolutely correct, it’s far from being the first time and I definitely have learned my lesson, honestly.

“Over the back of the sofa… like this? How far do you want my legs apart?”

“Oh, that’s cold, what the hell are you doing?”

“Lube to make it easier, gosh it’s made my bottom crack all slippery. Be sure to oil your cock too.”

“Careful, my smacked bum is throbbing and tender. Ooh, goodness that feels huge, please be gentle.”

“Yes please, finger my rosebud first. Give me your other hand; good now we can both rub my clit. Oh wow, pussy sopping, bum burning, so arousing…”

“I am remembering to breath, and trying to relax back there but it’s not easy. Pull my cheeks a bit further apart… Well you’d be apprehensive if someone was trying to push something that big up your back passage.”

“Christ on a bike! Yes, no, hang on; stop a minute. Not too deep yet, I’m sure the most bursa eskortlar sensitive area is close to the entrance. Ooof, ease it in; you’re really stretching me now. Give me a moment to adjust. No, it’s a good hurt. Slowly, slowly. Oooh, that feels good.”

“Hey, I thought for a horrible moment you were pulling out. Oh goody, now it’s right back up. Oh yes, what a lovely thick rod you have; it feels like I’m impaled, filling and stretching me… so very rude.”

“My God, all the way in, I’ve taken the entire length. See, I can be obedient. Gosh, your shaft is balls deep in me. Can you feel my muscles contracting? That’s it, lovely, pump me vigorously now, give me a proper seeing to.”

“Yes, I’ll say it say it loud: I’ve been very bad girl and I thoroughly deserve a long hard arse fucking from my lovely, patient, husband.”

“Oh my, I’m getting close to coming, please keep fingering my pussy and frigging my clitty while you thrust. I’m going to be so sore later, I don think I’ll be able to walk.”

“Oh, oh, oh. Sorry, can’t help being so noisy, I seem to have lost all control, my eyes are rolling. Please come in my arse darling, fill your naughty girl’s red bottom with hot, thick sperm. Go on ram it up, fuck me ’til I scream. Yes, Yes, Yes!”

“What? Of course I knew where they were all along. But can you think of a better way to have fun?”

“Do I know what the punishment is for deliberately deceiving my husband? No, but I’m sure I’ll very shortly find out…”

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Sabah uyandığımda Aybüke ile çırılçıplak bir şekilde yatar haldeydim.Aletim kalçaları arasında yer almış rahat rahat yatıyor ben de arkadan aybükeye sarılmıştım. Hava aşırı sıcaktı aybükeye de sarılmış bir şekilde uyuyunca kalktığımda terlemiş olduğumu fark ettim. Aybükeyi uyandırmadan kalktım duşa girdim. Ilık su güzel gelmişti. Duşumu alıp havluyu belime dolamış banyodaki aynada kendime bakarak sakal tıraşı oluyordum. Sıcak havalarda sakal çekilir dert değil. Ezgi girmişti içeri. Üstünde beyaz bir body vardı göğüs uçları çok belli şekilde altında da mor renk bir külot. Uykudan yeni kalkmıştı o da.

Beni görünce günaydın dedi gülerek. Aramıza koyduğu buzları eritmiş gibiydik. Eskisinden de sıcak davranıyordu artık. Ben de ona gülerek günaydın dedim ama yüzüne pek bakamadım o harika vücuduna bakmaktan kendimi alamamıştım. Kapıda dikilip çıkmamı bekliyor gibiydi. Hadi çık altıma işicem çok sıkıştım dedi. Çıkamam şuan işim bitmedi dedim. Dayanamıyorum diyerek arka çaprazımdaki klozete hamle yaptı.Tabiki direk aynadan kesmeye çalıştım ama külotunu indirirken eliyle amını kapatmıştı.

İşeme seslerini duyup sadece kalçalarının yan tarafını görebiliyordum aynadan. O da bana bakınca aynada göz göze geldik. Bakmasana ya utanıyorum dedi. Manzara güzelse bakmadan duramam bilirsin dedim gülerek. Bilirim ben o manzaraları dedi o da gülerek. İşemesi bitince peçeteyle amını temizledikten sonra ayağa kalktı.Külodu pürüzsüz bacakları arasından kayarak düştü. Bu sefer amını kapatmadı. Tertemiz tek çizgi halindeki amını görebilmiştim. Geçen sefer yaşadığımız olayda yeni yeni çıkan kılları vardı bu sefer tertemiz kaymak gibiydi. Benim de işim bitmiş yüzümü yıkadıktan sonra tam çıkmaya hazırlanıyordum ki belden aşağısı çıplak bir şekilde yanıma geldi. Yeni tıraş olmuş yanağıma bir öpücük koyarak güldü.

Üstündeki bodyi de bir hamlede çıkarıp atarak duşa girdi. Beni teşhir etmek hoşuna gidiyordu galiba. Aletim bu görüntüler ve o öpücük karşısında fazla dayanamamış kalkmıştı.Suyu açtı. Duşakabinin kapısını kapatmadı. İzlememe izin vermişti. Bende ona doğru dönüp suların vücudunda akışını izleyerek mest oluyordum. Bu görüntünün keyfini çıkartırken belimden birinin sarıldığını hissettim. Aybüke içeri girmişti ve bunu duymamıştım. Afallamıştım ne diyeceğimi bilemedim. Yakalanmıştım. Aybükeye bakarak şey ya ben tıraş olup çıkıyordum şimdi beklemedi çıkmamı girdi diye bir şeyler söyleyerek orayı terk ettim odaya doğru gittim. Bir süre sonra peşimden odaya geldi.

Merak etme kızmadım kıskanmadım boşuna panik yaptın diyerek güldü. Rahatlamıştım. Üstündekileri çıkartıp ben de duşa gidiyorum çok terledim dedi. Ezgi var banyoda dedim. Sanki daha önce birlikte duş almadık ne olacak diyerek tekrar banyoya giderken izlemek istersen gel dedi ve göz kırptı. Noluyor lan diye tepki verdim içimden.Can gittikten sonra aybüke evde çok rahat geziyor, yarı çıplak olduğu oluyordu bunu gören diğer kızlar özellikle Ezgi de Aybükeye özenip rahat gezmeye başlamışt tamam ama bu başka bir rahatlıktı. Daha fazla dayanamayarak banyoya girdim tekrar.

Kalbim hızlı atmaya terlemeye başlamıştım. Ben girince aybüke duşa kabinin kapısını açtı. Ne o bizi izlemeye mi geldin diyerek güldü duşuna devam etti. Her şey o kadar çabuk olup bitti ki ne yapacağımı bilemez haldeydim. Birbilerini köpükleyerek gülerek hem elleşiyorlar hem de duş alıyorlardı.Belimde havlu vardı sadece aletim bu manzara karşısında dayanamayıp kalkmıştı. Ezgi eline köpüklü lifi alarak Aybükenin alt tarafına doğru elini uzattı. Amına lifle masaj yapıyordu. Aybüke de boş durmayıp Ezginin memelerini yoğuruyordu. Bana doğru bakarak aşkım gel popoumu da sen köpükle dedi. İkiletmeden yanlarına geldim. Ezgi lifi bana doğru uzattı. Onu alarak Aybükenin poposuna sürmeye köpüklemeye başladım. Ezgi de elini tekrar aybükenin amına atarak okşamaya başladığında Aybükeden ohh sesleri çıkmıştı bile. Bir süre Ezgi, Aybükenin amını ben poposunu okşamaya devam ettik. Aybükenin de elleri Ezginin memelerindeydi. Tek elini indirerek havlun ıslanmasın dedi ve havluyu çekiştirerek çıkardı.

Aletim kalkık olduğu için fırlayarak Aybükenin poposuna çarpmıştı. Ezgi sanki ilk defa görüyormuş gibi oha dedi ve gülüştü kızlar. Aybüke bana dönerek aletimi tutup okşamaya başladı. Sonra bana yakınlaşarak öpüşmeye başladık.Bir yandan öpüşürken bir yandan da aletimi okşamaya devam ediyordu. Dudaklarımdan boynuma indiğinde ben de ezgiye bakıyordum ne tepki verecek diye. Ezgi de aybükenin avuçları arasındaki aletime dikmişti gözünü. Aybüke göğüslerimi de yaladıktan sonra yere dizlerini koyarak eğildi.

Diliyle kafasından başlayarak aşağıya doğru yalamaya başladı. Taşaklarımı da aynı özenle yalayıp tekrar kafasına doğru çıktı. Kafasını ağzının içine alarak emmeye başladı. Sol eli bacağımda sağ eli aletiminde ağzının alamadığı kısımdan tutarak çok güzel bir sakso çekiyordu. Ezgi ayakta hemen yanımızdaydı ve aybükeyi izliyordu. Aybüke ağzından çıkartıp ezgiye baktı. Elinden tutarak ezgiyi aşağıya çekti. Ezgi de aybüke gibi dizleri üzerine çökerek baldırlarımdan tuttu. Aybüke kaldığı yerden devam ediyordu.

Biraz daha devam ettikten sonra ağzından çıkarttı. Sol eliyle aletimden tutarak ezgiye doğru uzattı. Şoktaydım resmen bunu beklemiyordum. Ezgi de benim gibi hem şokta hem de heyecanlı görünüyordu. Ağzını açarak aletimi yavaşça ağzına almaya başladı. Heyecanını yenmeye başlamış olmalıki elini de kullanmaya başladı. Çok güzel yalıyordu gerçekten. Ağzının içinde dilini de kullanıyordu. Ezgi devam ederken onu izleyen aybükenin saçlarından tutarak taşaklarıma doğru ittirdim. Sıra sıra bu şekilde çok güzel yaladılar hatta boşalma noktasına kadar gelmiştim.

Ezgiye hemen atlamış gibi olmayayım diye aybükeyi kaldırdım duvara doğru domalttım. Ezgi ağzından çıkardı kendi de kalktı ama eliyle tutmaya devam ediyordu. Kendi eliyle arkadaşının amına doğru aletimi hizaladı. Yavaşça içine girdiğim de aybüke de inlemeye başlamıştı bile. Aybükenin kalçalarını tutup girip çıkmaya başladım. Kalçalarını ayırdığımda göt deliğinin dün akşamdan kalma hala kızarık ve açık olduğunu gördüm.

Ezgi de bana iyice sırnaştı göğüsleri vücuduma değiyordu. Eliyle de arkadaşının kalçalarını elliyor sikişimizi izliyordu. Yukarıdan akan sularla birlikte içine girip çıkarken sesler ve aybükenin inlemeleri banyoda yankılanıyordu. Tempomu arttırmadan yavaş yavaş sikiyor bir yandan da yanımda duran ezginin kalçalarını elliyor mıncıklıyordum. Ezgiyi bir an önce sikmek için de can atıyordum. Aybüke doğrularak aletimi içinden çıkarttı. Odaya geçelim rahat değil burası diyerek duştan çıktı. Havlulara sarılıp kurulandıktan sonra odaya geçtik. Ezgi ben ekine bakıyım diyerek kendi odasına gitti.

Biz kendi odamıza geçince ne yapıyorsun sen dedim. Daha sonra konuşuruz şimdi zevkin keyfini çıkar dedi. Seviyordum bu kızı beni mutlu etmesini çok iyi biliyordu. Aybüke yatağa yatırdı beni hızlıca. Üstüme çıkarak tekrar öpüşmeye başladık. Bu sırada ezgi yavaşça kapıyı kapatarak geri geldi. Yanımıza oturup izlemeye başladı. Aybüke tekrar aşağılara doğru vücudumu öperek yalayarak inmeye başladı. Üstümden sol yanıma doğru inerek inmiş olan aletimi yalamaya başladı. Sol yanımda Aybüke sağ yanımda da ezgi vardı.Banyoda yaptıkları sakso seansına devam ediyorlar sıra sıra yalayarak tekrar aletimi kaldırdılar.

İlk hareketi aybüke yaptı. Aletimin üstüne oturarak yavaşça içine aldı. Sırılsıklamdı her zamanki gibi. Üstüme doğru uzandı ve kalçalarını oynatmaya başladı. Bir yandan boynumu emiyordu. Elimi kalçalarına attığımda ezginin elinin de orada olduğunu anladım. Aybüke kucağımda zıplarken doğruldu.Ellerimi göğüslerine attım bu sefer. Zıpladıkça sallanan göğüsleri mükemmel görünüyordu. Ezgi de doğrularak baldırlarımın üstüne tam Aybükenin arkasına oturdu. Arkasından arkadaşına sarılarak aybükenin boynuna ve sırtına ufak öpücükler konduruyordu. Baldırlarımda ezginin amını hissettim sıcacık yanıyordu resmen.

Ezgi ellerinin aybükenin memelerine atınca elimi çektim. Karşımdaki manzara çok güzel görünüyordu.Aybüke inip kalktıkça Ezgide onla beraber hareket ediyordu. Aybükenin aldığı zevk gözlerinden okunuyordu.Ezgi olduğu yerden kalkıp aybükenin önüne göbeğimin üstüne oturdu sırtı bana dönük şekilde oturdu.Kalçaları ve göt deliği gözümün önünde mükemmel duruyordu. Bir an elimi ezginin poposuna attım ama hemen geri çektim. Aybüke onaylamadan istekli bir şekilde ezgiye dokunursam sıkıntı çıkabilir diye düşündüm. Ezgi bu durumu farketti aybükeye sevgilin elini çekti utanıyor galiba dedi gülerek. Aybüke elini uzatarak elimi tutup ezginin poposuna koydu. Tamamdı bu iş istediğimde buydu zaten. Aybükeyi sikerken ezginin poposunu sıkıyor parmaklarımı göt deliğinde gezdiriyordum ezginin. Ezgi de aybükenin memelerini okşayıp boynunu öpüyordu. Arkadaşının ona dokunması hoşuna gitmiş olacakki aybüke geliyordum diye inlemeye başladı.

Kalçalarımı oynatarak boşalması için hızlandım. Ezgi biraz eğilerek aybükenin meme uçlarını yalamaya başladı. Eğilmesiyle birlikte kalçalarını suratıma daha çok yakınlaştı. Kafamı az öne itsem amını götünü yalayabilirdim. Yakınlaşmasıyla birlikte amının kokusunu hissedebiliyordum. Harikaydı. Göğüsleri yalanan aybüke inleyerek titremeye başladı. Ekin duymasın diye biraz sessiz inliyordu ama titremesi uzun süre kesilmedi. 2 3 dakikaya vardır üzerimden inemedi. Çok zevk aldığı belliydi. Aybüke kendine gelince aletimden kalkarak sağına doğru benim soluma attı kendini.

Ezgi kucağımda kalmıştı. İkimizde ne yapacağımızı bilemez bir şekildeydik. Amının kokusuna dayanamıyordum. İlk hareketi ben yaptım. Kalçalarından sıkıca kavrayak üzerime doğru çektim. Suratıma oturur pozisyona gelince o günlerdir yemek için sabırsızlandığım am 1 cm dibimdeydi artık. Amının dudaklarını emdiğim anda ohh seni geldi ezgiden. Tamamını ağzıma alıp hoyratça emmeye başladığımda vücudumun üstündeki elinin tırnaklarını vücuduma batırmaya aynı zamanda inlemeye başladı.

Çıldırmış gibi yalıyordum. Amının tadı kokusu harikaydı. Ezgi sadece inliyordu. Aletimde aybükenin elini hissettim. Sikimin üstünde kalan sıvılarını eliyle aletime yaydı tekrar ağzına aldı. Aybüke beni emerken ben Ezgiyi emiyordum. Tek elimi kalçalarından çekerek amına getirdim. Şimdi hem alttan emiyor hemde clit bölgesiyle oynuyordum. Ezgi daha da çıldırmış gibi inliyordu. Dudaklarımı çektim. Tek parmağımı amına doğru soktum. İnlemesi ohhlamaya dönüştü. İçinin dar olduğu tek parmağımla bile hissetmiştim.Ezgiyi biraz parmakladıktan sonra inlerken dayanamıyorum diyerek indi üstümden.

Aybüke noldu çıldırıyon dimi orospu dedi kahkaha atarak. Ezgi de dayanamıyorum lütfen çok istiyorum dedi. Aybüke bana dönerek ne duruyosun aşkım hadi dedi. Bunun içinde onayı almıştık. Delirmek üzereydim sonunda ezgiyi sikecektim. Doğruldum kalktığım yerden. Ezgi çapraz yatıp bacaklarını çoktan açmış içine girmemi bekliyordu bile. Yatağın üzerinde dizlerimin üstüne çökerek bacakları arasında yerimi aldım.

Aletimi pürüzsüz yumuşak amına dayadığımda Ezginin gözlerini kapatmış olduğunu gördüm. Yavaş yavaş deliğine hamle yaptığımda ağzını açmış zevk alıyordu. Mimikleriyle vücuduyla güzelliğiyle tam bir afetti ezgi. Böyle güzel kızı sikmek beni de heyecanlandırmıştı. Yavaş yavaş içine girmeye başladım. İçi sımsıcak cayır cayır yanıyordu ve çok dardı. Aybükeye göre daha da dardı. Bu benimde daha çok zevk almamı sağlıyordu.

Yarısına kadar soktuktan sonra gidip gelmeye başladığımda ezginin inlemeleri artık çığlığa dönüşmüştü. Aybüke sağıma doğru gelip boynumu öpmeye başladı. Kulağıma sik aşkım şu kaşarı aylardır yarraksız kaldı sik de rahatlasın diyerek beni çıldırtıyordu. Aybüke böyle dedikçe daha sert köklemeye başladım ezginin amına. Tempomuz iyice arttığında Aybüke Ezginin üzerine doğru eğildi. Ezginin siktikçe sallanan memelerini tutup okşamaya başladı. Bende tek elimi domalmış pozisyonda duran aybükenin kutusuna atıp okşamaya başladım.

Aybüke kafasına biraz daha öne eğerek ezginin ona yaptığı gibi o da ezginin göğüslerini öpmeye uçlarını emmeye başladı. Bu durum ezginin de çok hoşuna gitmişti inlemeleri daha da arttığında. İnlemeleri şiddetlendiğinde geleceğinin anladım ezginin.Aybükeyi belinden kavrayarak ezginin üstüne çıkarttım.Belinden de bastırarak üst üste yatırdım. Aybüke ezginin boynunu öpmeye başladı hemen. Biraz daha hızlandığım anda devam et geliyorum diyordu ezgi. Bilerek durdum. Öpüşün yoksa devam etmem dedim piç piç gülerek. Ezgi aldığı zevkle hemen atıldı ama aybüke pek istekli gibi değildi.

Ufak bir öpücük yapıp bıraktı. Yetmez dediğimde ezgi aybükenin boynundan tutarak dudaklarına yapışınca bu sefer aybüke de karşılık verdi. Çok güzel öpüşmeye başladıklarında tekrar hızlandım.Ezgi orgazm olurken Aybükenin dudaklarını öpmeye bir yandan da inleyip titremeye başladı.Ezginin orgazm olurken amıyla aletime resmen baskı yapıyordu. Bu da beni boşaltmaya yaklaştırmıştı bile.Aybükeyi ezginin kucağından indirip yan yana yatırdım. Biraz daha içine girdikten sonra aletimi çıkarttım. Ezginin üzerine boşalmaya başladım. Göğüsleri ve göbeğine doğru her tarafı döl içerisinde kalmıştı.

Yanlarına attım kendimi. Yorulmuştuk üçümüzde. Harika dakikalar geçirmiştik ama bundan sonra neler olacak diye merak ediyordum. Ezgi hareketlenerek Ekin uyanmadan toparlanalım diyerek banyoya doğru koştu.Aybükeyle yalnız kalmıştık. Bana dönerek yanağımdan öptü çok zevk aldım teşekkür ederim dedi ve o da gitti peşinden banyoya. Bende temizlenmek için yanlarına gittiğimde gülüşerek bir şeyler konuşuyorlardı. Ben gelince sustular bişey demedim.

Buraya kadar olsun kaldığım yerden devam edicem. Sıkıldım yazarken kusura bakmayın. Hikayenin adını değiştirmeyi düşünüyorum çalmasın o orospu çocuğu diye bu hikayeden sonra tabi önerisi olan yoruma yazsın lütfen. Düzenli takip edenlerin kafası karışmadan okumaya devam ederler zaten. Teşekkürler şimdiden.

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Ablam Damla çok da güzel olmayan ama diri vücudu olan bir kızdı.22 yaşında üniversitenin hemşirelik bölümünden mezun oluyordu.Ben de bu sene üniversite sınavına girmiş sonuçların açıklanmasını bekliyordum. Mezuniyet töreni eskişehirde bir spor salonunda yapıldı.Damla bütün eşyalarını toplamış, arabaya koymuştuk. Törenden sonra İstanbul a doğru yola çıkacaktık. Annem ve babam ertesi günü çalışıyorlardı. Dizlerinin bir karış üstünde siyah pudra ir elbise giymişti. Ayağında stelettolar bacaklarına ve kalçasına ayrı bir hava katmıştı. Çok ağır olmayan bir makyaj ama bir koyu renk bir ruj etli dudaklarını ortaya çıkarmıştı. Kokusu muhteşemdi. Sarıldığımızda ince belini kavramak beni çok tahrik etmişti. O kadar güzel kızın arasında ben gözümü ablam Damla’dan ayıramıyordum.
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^ay ben öldüm bu gün ayağımda topuklularla koşturmaktan^ diyerek ayağındakileri çıkartıp ayaklarını benim kucağıma uzattı. Hafifçe terlemişti ayakları. ( arda cım biraz ovsana ablam yaa ) dedi. bEnim canıma minnetti. Pedikürlü ayakları ojeli tırnakları vardı. Ayaklarını birer birer elime alarak ovmaya başlamıştım. Zaten kısa olan eteği biraz daha sıyrılmıştı ve gecenin karanlığında ışık vurdukça baldırlarını görebiliyordum. Çok sertleşmiştim. Ben ovarken uyuya kaldı. Annem arabadaki ince pikeyi gösterek ablamın üstüne örtmemi söyledi. dedi. Ablamın ayakları kucağımda pikeyi örttüm üstüne.ve bir kısmını da kendi üstüme örttüm. Ama aklım hala ablamdaydı. Dudakları ne kadar da seksiydi. Ayakları araba sallandıkça sertleşen sikime değiyordu. Annem de uyuduğunda ben dayanamadım. Babamın görmesi mümkün değil ne de olsa diyerek pikenin altından sikimi çıkardım. Ve ablamın ayaklarına sürtmeye başladım. O kadar derin uyuyordu ki fark etmedi bile. Elime bir peçete aldım ayaklarına sürte sürte boşaldım. Peçeteyi camdan dışarı attım ve toparlandım. Otoyola girmek üzereydik ışıklı yolda hiçbir şey saklayamazdım.
Yaz tatili devam ediyordum. Damla yakınlarda bir hastane ile anlaşmıştı. Hastane tadilatta olduğu için işe başlamasına bir iki ay daha vardı. Evde beraber bol bol vakit geçiriyorduk. Onu yalnız bırakmak istemiyor sürekli çevresinde dolanıyordum. Her hareketini her frikiğini yakalıyordum. Ablam damla artık hayatımın odak noktası haline gelmişti.
Bir gün yürüken sektiğimi gören ablam dedi. dedim. dedi. Utana sıkıla dedim.-ben hemşiyeyim açsana bakayım dedi.—abla utanırım kötü yerde dedim.-oğlum biz bu konuları işlerken çok gördük merak etme,hem ben hemşireyim utanılmaz benden aç bi bakayım ona göre doktora götürürüm dedi. Tamam diyerek kabul ettim. Yatağa uzandım şortumu indirdim ablamda ilk yardım çantasını getirdi. Abla baxerı indirmiyim düğmesini açayım ordan bak dedim. Tamam hadi aç bakalım dedi. Baxer düğmelerini çözdüm ve yara olan yeri açtım ablama. Hımmm dedi.. sen burayı jiletle alırken sivilce varmış oda tam kıl köküne gelmiş öyle kal bekle dedi. Heyecanlanmıştım. Ablam eline enjektör iğnesni alıp yaraya batırdı. Ve ordaki iltihabı çıkarırken sıktı canım acımıştı ama garip bir zevk alıyordum. Ablam tam sikimin kökündeki yara ile uğraşıyor ve bunu yaparken de eli ister istemez baxer üstünden de olsa sikime değiyordu. İlk açarken utançdan küçülen sikim hacim kazanmaya başlamıştı. Ablam iltihabı sıkmış kıl kökünü cımbızla almıştı. Burayı kapamamız lazım çıkar baxerı dedi. Neee hayır dedim. Offf be arda amma utangaçsın. Hadi yoksa daha kötü olur dedi. Tamam arkanı dön dedim. Gülerek tamam gerizekalı dedi. Kafasını çevirdiğinde ben baxırımı indirdim ve sikimi elime alarak kamufle etmeye başladım. Ablam gayet normal bir şekilde yarayı temizledi ve bantladı. Ben iyice ereksiyon olmuştum. Artık elime sığmıyordu. Ne o len.. ablana mı halleniyon dedi gülerek. Abla napıyım yaaa utandırma beni dedim. Hadi hadi kalk.. normal böyle şeyler senin yaşında dedi. Ortalığı toparlarken bende bi taraftan elimle kapamaya çalışıyor diğer taraftan da giyinmeye çalışıyordum.
Ertesi gün odama geldi. Elinde yine ilk yardım seti –hadi bakalım pansuman saati dedi. Abla gerek yok dedim ama hadi hadi çıkar dedi. Bu sefer daha rahat bir şekilde uzandım ve şortumu ve baxırımı beraber indirdim. Ooo arda bey, bakıyorum utanmanız geçmiş dedi gülerek.. hadi abla yaa dedim.. dalga geçme.. sikimi başından tutarak kenara çektim. Yine sertleşiyordum ki ablam eski pansumanı sert bir şekilde çekti.. kasıtlı yapmıştı.. ahhh diye bağırdım acıdı… acısın banane dedi. Düzgün tut şunu.. tekrar sildi temizledi ve daha küçük bir pansuman yaptı.artık gerek yok iyileşmiş. Ama bir süre kıllarını kesme tekrarlamasın dedi.
Bu yaşananlar ablamla aramda bir devir oldu.artık daha rahattım ablamın yanında. Ereksiyonumu saklamıyor kıyafetim sorun olmuyordu. Evde yalnız olduğumuz dönemlerde baxerla geziyordum. Banyoya girip çıkarken bile çok rahattım. Ablam da hiç garipsemiyor gayet rahat davranıyordu. Arda nasıl oldu yaran ablam iyileşti mi? Dedi birgün. Evet ala ama bir bak istersen dedim. Kanepede oturmuş kitap okuyordu. Gel göster dedi. Karşına geçtim ve indiriverdim her şeyi. Ohaaa dedi.. bu kadar rahat olma istersen sonra da gülmeye başladı. Sikimi hafifçe dokunarak kenara çekti. Bu beni delirtmeye yetmişti. O yaraya bakana kadar benimki dimdik oldu. Önce sikime onra yüzüme baktı. Arda bi siktir git şurdan dedi..ama kızmamıştı…
Bir akrabamızın düğünü için amcamlar bizde kalacaklardı.Cuma akşamı geldiler. Yemektir sohbettir derken yatma vakti geldi. Annem ablamı benim odaya gönderdi.Ablamın yatağına amcamlar yatacaktı. Ablam elinde geceliklerle geldi. Arda gözünü kapa üstümü değiştircem dedi. Gözümü kapadım ve gecelik olan şortlu tulumunu giydi. Kısacık şarto olan kısa kollu göğüsten düğmeli bebek zıbını gibi bir şeydi. Biraz odamda oturup film izledikten sonra tek kişilik yatağa yattık. Oraya dön buraya dön yerleşemedik bir türlü. Yatağın ortası da hafif çökük olduğu için bizi ortaya topladı yatak. En sonunda ablam cenin pozisyonunda arkasını döndü. Bende arkasına yanaştım.kolumu yastığa doğru uzattım ve yattık. Ama ben uyuyamıyordum. Yatağın ortasına geldikçe ablama dayanıyordum. Arda bi rahat dur artık artık dedi ablam. Abla napıyım yatak rahatsız dedim. Tamam yanaş biraz daha dedi be nem ablama arkadan sarıldım. Yüzüm ensesinde kokusunu içime çekerken sikim yine kazık gibi oldu. İnce tulumun içinden bedeniin sıcaklığını alıyordum.iç çamaşırlarını çıkarmamıştı ablam.Kalçasına hafifçe bastırdım. Heyecandan nefesim kesliliyordu. Arda sen bi tuvalete git gel istersen dedi ablam. Uyayamayacaksın.. ama şeyy… özür dilerim derken özür dileyecek bir şey yok.. normaldir. Ama git rahatlat kendini.. sen de uyu beni de uyut dedi.Kalktım ve ablamı düşünerek 31 çektim. Tekrar geldiğimde ablam uyumuştu.ben de sarılarak uykuya daldım.
Ertesi akşam yine yatma vakti gelince ben yatağa girmeden ablam bana ardacım sen hadi bi tuvalete git gel dedi. Gittiğimde banyo doluydu. Giremeden geri geldim. Ne çabuk döndün dedi. Bu kadar erken mi boşaldın diyerek güldü bana ablam. Yok yaa banyo doluydu giremedim dedim. Tamam hadi gel yat dedi. Ve dün akşamki pozisyonu aldı. Ama bu akşam sütyen yoktu. Çıkarıp sandalyemin üstüne koymuştu. Ben yine sarıldım ve yine sikim kalktı. Arda bi sahip şuna artık yaa dedi. Yastık mı koyalım aramıza.. olabilir dedim. O sırada banyonun kapısı açıldı. Ben gidiyorum gelene kadar sen uyu dedim. Sandalyeden ablamın sütyenini aldım bayoya girdim. Sütyeni koklamaya başladım sıcaktı. Hafifçe ter ve ten kokuyordu. Çok büyük değildi. Çok geçmeden şiddetle boşaldım. Odaya girdiğimde sütyeni eski yerine koydum. Ablam ince bir yastık almış arkasına koymuştu. Yattım sarıldım.. bu ne dedim.. uyu artık dedi bana… sütyenimi kirletmedin dimi diye de sordu..haa hayır.. diyeildim sadece.. sabah uyandığımda ablam sırt üstü yatıyordum. Bende onun göğsüne kafamı koymuş ve sarılmıştım. Tulumunun düğme aralarından göğüsleri görünüyordum dokunmak istedim ama cesaret edemedim. Sikim yine dimdikti. O sırada annem kapıyı vurdu ve hadi kalkın artık,kahvaltı hazır dedi. Ben uyma marasına devam ederken ablam uyandı ve yataktan bana sarılarak çıktı. Benim uyuduğumu zannetti ve tulumunu çıkardı. Arkası bana dönük olduğu için göüslerini göremedim ama arkadı tül kenarları ipli külotuu beni tahrik etmişti iyice. Gülük kıyafetlerini giydi ve bana sesendi. Arda hadi ablacım.. bende yeni uyanmış numarası yaparak gerildim. Sikim çadır kurmuştu yine. Noldu abla yaa dedim. Hadi indir şunu da kahvaltıya gel dedi….
Ablam sırtı açık bir tulum giymişti. İçinde sütyen olmadığı beliydi. Yine hafif bir makyaj vardı yüzünde. Ayağında topuklu ayakkabılar ayaklarının ve beyaz topuğunun güzelliğini ortaya çıkarmıştı. Kumral saçlarını at kuyruğu yapmış ensesi ortaya çıkmıştı. Ve böyle bir güzellikle ilk dansı tabi ki ben yaptım. Eline beline attığım anda çok ta tercih etmediği tanga külpt olduğunu farkettim. Dans ederken ben ablamın kokusunun ve temasının tadını çıkarıyordum. Ne düşünüyorsun dedi? Tanga giymişsin.. pek tercih etmezsin aslında.. dedim… bir kahkaha attı.. hayır salak dedi.. akşamları seni banyoya göderdiğimde… ne düşünüyorsun dedi.. bunu beklemiyordum.. ne düşünücem abla işte… ne biçim bi soru bu dedim… ilhamı benden alıp başkasını hayal etmiyosundur herhalde dedi.. abla tamam yaa dedi.. şarkı bittiğinde hızı bir şekilde sarıldı ve yanağım ve dudağım arasına bir öpücük kondurdu.
Düğünden sonra eve gittiğimizde amcamlar yine bizdeydi. Ertesi gün gideceklerdi ve bu ablamla geçireceğimiz son gece olabilirdi. Makyajını silmiş bir şekilde geldi ablam. Elinde penye elbise gecelik vardı. Biraz yatağın kenarına oturduk ve düğün hakkında konuştuk. Hava çok sıcaktı. Soğuk bişeyler içtik. Hadi yaaa dedi.. çamaşır almayı unuttum… bilerek mi söyledi bilmiyorum ama yengemler yattığı için odasına giremedi. Hadi dön arkanı dedi. Geceliğimi giyicem. Gözlerimi kapadım arkasını döndü. Ben hafifçe aralıyarak onu dikizliyordum. Tulumu çıkardı. Sırtı çok güzeldi. Ten rengi incecik bir tanga vardı üstünde. Güneş görmemiş beyaz kalçaları yuvarlak ve sıkıydı. Geceliğini üstüne geçirince arkasına dönerken ben yine sımsıkı kapadım gözlerimi. Abla dedim… hava çok sıcak ben şort giymesem.. olur canım hatta tişört de giyme..
Yine aynı pozisyona geçtik. Zaten aşka türlü yatılmıyordu yatakya. Ablam yatarken kısa olan geceliği iyice yukarı çıkmıştı. Kalçalarına kadar beyaz baldırlarını görüyordum. Üstümüze çarşafı çekip sarıldım arkadan. Sert sikimi dayadım götüne. Şortumun olmaması ve ablamın geceliğinin ince olması daha çok hissettiriyordu. Ensesini öptüm canım ablam dedim. Sikim yırtacak gibiydi baxerımı. Tepki vermiyordu ablam. Götünü de kaçırmıyordu. Ben hadi banyoya git lafını bekliyordum ama gelmedi. Ben yanaştıkça yanaştım. Üstte kalan elimi beline koymuştum. Nefesim ensesindeydi. Belimde elimi tuttu ve memesine götürdü.. çıldıracak gibiydim. Göğüsleri sert ve uçları dimdikti. Geceliğin üstünden yoğurmaya ve avuçlamaya başlamıştım. Yavaş dedi.. acıttın…ensesinden öpmeye başladım. Boynunu kulak arkasını ense kökünü öpüyor yalıyordum. Geceliği iyice sıyrılmış tangalı götü açılmıştı. İyice dayamış artık açık açık sürtüyorum. O şekilde ne kadar seviştik bilmiyorum ama çok geçmeden baxerıma boşaldım. Ama bu benim hızımı kesmedi. Baxerımı çıkarım ve döllerimi temizledim. Artık çırılçıplaktım yatakta. Ablamın hala arkası dönük nefes alış verişi hızlıydı.
Geceliğini yukarı sırdım. Elimi içine sokup memelerini tuttum. Biraz önce boşalmasına rağmen dimdik olan sikimi yine dayadım götüne. Elimi göğüslerinden yukarı yüzüne kaydırdım. Etli dudaklarına dokunurken parmağımı emmeye başladı. O kadar güzel emiyordu ki sanki oral seks yapıyordu parmağıma. Üstte kalan elini önce kalçama sonra da sikime attı. Sertliğini sıktı ve ohhh diye bir ses geldi..ok yaydan çoktan çıkmıştı artık. Ağzındaki parmağımı aşağı götürerek tangasından içine soktum. Bacağını hafifçe açarak derinlere ulaşmamı sağladı. Sonra sırt üstü döndü. Elim tangasının içinde klitorisini okşuyordum. Elimi derinlere daldırım amının sularıyla kayganlaştırıyor sonra tekrar klitorisini okşuyordum. Ben kızlığına zarar vermemek için dikkatli davranırken o amındaki elimi tuttu ve parmağımı amına doğru soktu. Ablam bakire değildi. Bu beni daha da azdırdı. Dudaklarından öpmeye başladım.dillerimiz ağzımızın içinde dans ediyordu adeta. Bir taraftanda tangasını indirdim. Üstüne çıktım. Misyoner pozisyonunda öpüşmeye başladım. Boynunu çenesini göğüzlerine inip geceliğinin yakasını sıyırıp memelerini emdim. Ablam inliyor ama çığlık atmamamk için de zor tutuyordu kendini. Yavaş yavaş amına geldim. Bacak arasına girip tüysüz terli ve ıslak amını yaladım. Dilim ve parmağım içindeydi. Çok geçmeden ablam sarsılarak boşaldı. Amından gelen her damlayı yuttum. Tekrar yukarı çıktım nefes nefese ve terliydik. Dudaklarım ve çevresi am sularıyla ıslanmıştı. Alamı öpmeye başladım. O sırada da bacak arasına yerleştim ve ıslak amına tek hamlede geçirdim. Sert ve hızlı bir şekilde ablamı sikmeye başladım. Bedenlerimizin birbirine çarpmasıyla sesler çıkıyordu. Deli gibi de öpüyordum. Artık iyice zirvedeydik ablam zorla arda çık dedi. Ben som hamlede dışarı çıktım ve göbeğine doğru sanki hiç boşalmamış gibi boşalmaya başladım. Ablamda bir taraftan sarsılırken diğer taraftan da göbeğinde ki spermleri eliyle oynuyordu. Ve o eli bana doğru uzattı. Parmağından kendi spermlerimi emmeye başladım. Ve sonra tekrar göbeğine emip göbeğinin üstündeki sperlerimi yaladım. Ben yalarken ablam saçlarımı okşuyordu.
Bir süre yanyana yatarak dinlendik. O kadar az konuşuyorduk ki… ablam başını göğsüme yaslamıştı. Sonra mememi emmeye başladı. Camdan gelen az bi ışıkta ışıkta onu izlemek heyecan vericiydi. Göbeğime ilerledi ve sikimi tuttu. Daha önce de tutmuştu ama bu bambaşkaydı. Sikimi ağzına alıp iyice sertleştirdi. Deli gibi sakso çekiyordu bana. Üstüme çıktı ve oturdu sikime. Geceliğini yukarıdan sıyırıp atınca artık çırılçıplaktı. Üstümde deli gibi zıplamaya başladı ama yatak ses yapınca durduk. Üstümden ve yataktan indi. Elimi tutup kaldırdı beni. Önüme eğilip yine sakso çekti. Bir eliyle taşaklarımı tutarken diğeriyle 31 çektiriyordu. Bunu sana pansuman yaparken yapmak istedim dedi.. iyice azmıştım. Ayağa kaldırım çalışma masama dayım ellerini. Belini biraz kırdım bacaklarını açtım. Sikimi deliğine yarlayıp soktum içine. Belinde tuttum ve biraz da tırnak geçirip sikmeye başladım. Beli acımış ve kaçıyordu ama benim buna niyetim yoktu.. ince omuzlarından tuttum ve sert darbelerle sikmeye başladım. Benden önce orgazm oldu. Onun o heyecanıyla bende çok dayanamadım ve kalçalarına boşaldım.. ıslak mendille temizledikten sonra güzel ve mutlu bir uyku çektik…
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