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Lady Matilda knelt in prayer before the alter in her family’s chapel. She prayed fervently that her uncle and guardian would change his mind about leaving her in the care of his brother. She knew her uncle, the Duke of Mercia, had been called by God to fight the Saracens in the Crusades, but she disliked her rowdy younger uncle, Geoffrey. While her noble uncle was occupied fighting, his immoral and irresponsible brother would be in charge of both her and the family lands. Matilda took some small comfort in the fact her uncle would not have the power to marry her off that honor went to her guardian alone.

Rising elegantly from the stone floor, Matilda straightened and gently brushed her long velvet robes. Beside her, her ladies rose as well. Since her uncle was extremely wealthy, he saw to it that her clothes neatly adorned her slender body and her needs were attended to by a few women of noble but lesser status. Generally these women were eldest daughters or young wives of her uncle’s vassals, who took the opportunity to curry favor with their husband’s liege lords.

As she left the chapel, Matilda noticed two figures at the end of the hall. Her stomach twisted. Standing next to her uncle, Geoffrey, was his best friend and the man she feared the most, Sir Roger. The two men watched her approach: one with mild disdain, but the other with a knowing smirk. Sir Roger, damn him, had been a nuisance.

Since he had returned with the Duke from fighting in France, he had taken any and every opportunity to touch her. She still remembered that first day. The castle had prepared a huge banquet celebration to welcome back the Duke and his men. Her uncle, the Duke, had introduced her to Sir Roger. “He is one of my best men. I am sure you have heard his reputation.” At first Matilda had been impressed by the strongly built man standing before her. He gave her an assessing look, which made her want to blush. He was handsome with dark features, a strong jaw and grey eyes. So she had smiled politely as the tall warrior had bowed over hand. But he did not release it. He continued to hold her hand and give an arrogant knowing smile while her uncle had waxed on about Roger’s prowess on the battle field. She tried to remove her hand as politely as possible, which only seemed to make him more amused.

As the ale flowed and the banquet hall ate its rize escort fill, she had felt his eyes on her. When she glanced in his direction, she found him lounging back next to her uncle, his eyes on her and that awful smirk on his face. She had wanted to squirm, but didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Instead, she tried to remove herself from the banquet hall. Alone she ascended the stairs, only to feel him come up behind her. He grabbed her and pulled her into a dark corner of the hall.

She struggled. “Let go of me. Unhand me! You have no right.”

He laughed and thrust her up against the wall. His body pressed into her and his face hovering close to hers. “You will be mine.” He said. “Who is going to stop me from taking what is mine?”

Matilda drew back with a hiss. She tried to stop him but he caught her wrists and trapped them to the wall. Before she could draw breath to scream, he covered her mouth with his. She struggled trying to free herself. “Stop squirming, my dear, unless you want to do more than kiss me right now. As much as I would like to take you to bed now, I want to savor the hunt.” He whispered to her before he resumed kissing her.

After that night, he would catch hold of her whenever he could, his hands roaming over her as he nuzzled her neck. Other times he would wrap his fingers into her hair and kiss her, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Each time she had protested and threatened to scream but he had merely laughed and released her.

She wished the man of her dreams, the fair Robert of Isley, would return from the mission her uncle the Duke had sent him on. Unlike Sir Roger, Robert was a gentle knight who did not dare touch so wantonly. Whenever she had to deal with Roger, she tried to hold fast to her memories of Robert. On the day she arrived frightened and tired from riding all day and all night after her father was killed. Robert had been the tall graceful man who had scooped her off her horse and carried her inside the castle. His fair hair and green eyes reminded her of an angel.

Lord Geoffrey watched his snobby brat of a niece try to walk past him and Sir Roger as if they were not even present. He could not for the life of him figure out why Sir Roger wanted to deal with the brat. He did acknowledge that she was beautiful with long thick brown hair sakarya escort that reached her waist, an elegantly tiny waist. She even had breasts that were a decent size, but she acted imperious and high and mighty. The moral judge of his brother’s court. Well, as far as he was concerned Sir Roger could have her. Maybe Roger could fuck the bitchiness out of her. Just to demonstrate that he could, Geoffrey reached out and patted one of Matilda’s ladies-in-waiting on the backside. The woman in question gave a squeak and then giggled. Matilda scowled. Geoffrey grinned.

Two weeks later, the castle was recovering from the upheaval of the Duke’s departure and Geoffrey decided to start implementing some of the changes he had wanted to make for years. He began requiring the vassals to attend his court, so he could show his power as liege lord in his brother’s absence. Any who dared defy him were to be locked up. Then he dismissed most of Matilda’s ladies-in-waiting and set about bringing in women of his choice. Matilda had flown into a rage and screamed at him until he had locked her up in her rooms.

Today, he was interviewing a new lady-in-waiting for his ungrateful niece. The girl who stood before him was a younger daughter of one of the lesser knights. A pretty little thing. Her father was certainly grateful with the prospect of his daughter gaining access to the Duke’s household and Geoffrey had been present when the girl had been told to serve him well. He intended to see that she did.

“Come here my dear.” He told her gesturing her to come towards the chair where he sat. “Come and let me get a better look at you.” The girl entered cautiously. He smiled at her.

“Now you will be serving my niece, which means you will be her companion and attend to her needs.” The girl nodded her head. “However, your main job will be to see to my needs as the head of this house.” The girl gave him a perplexed look but nodded again. “In order to serve me best, you will need to undergo some training before you will attend my niece.” He stood and circled the girl. “Let’s start with the basics. Take off your dress.”

The girl starred at him, horrified. Geoffrey slapped her. “Take off your dress. Don’t make me repeat myself.” She pressed her hand to her smarting face and then reached around to begin unlacing samsun escort her gown. Geoffrey could feel himself getting hard as her gown slipped off her smooth shoulders revealing beautiful full firm breasts. Once the gown was off, he circled her again, running his hand over her skin. “You are quite beautiful my dear. “

When she didn’t reply, he stopped and swatted her on the ass.

“I didn’t hear you”

“Thank you, Milord.” She squeaked.

Geoffrey stopped in front of her and pulled her to him. He kissed her and his hand cupped and squeezed her breast. He lowered his head and began teasing her nipple with his tongue, suckling. She moaned.

“Here is how this works. I get to touch you, enjoy you whenever I want and in return I will make this a relatively pleasant experience for you. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

“Excellent”

Geoffrey pulled the girl towards his bed and lay her down. Without preamble he pulled her legs apart and pushed his finger into her sex. “My, my someone had gotten quite wet.”

The girl blushed.

He grinned at her and then put his face between her legs, his mouth kissing and sucking her. She squirmed. “My Lord…I…what…you…doing?” She gasped out. He raised his head. “I did not tell you to move or speak. Keep your legs open or I will tie them open.” With that he resumed licking her, her moans and squirming escalating. He thrust his tongue inside her and she cried out.

Geoffrey removed himself from the bed as her shuddering subsided and took off his own clothes. She starred at his naked body. “My Lord?”

He smiled at her. He loved the fact that he could now have a number of young innocent women bounce on his cock whenever he so chose. He was in charge again!

With that happy thought, Geoffrey swiftly climbed back on the bed and positioned himself between her legs before she had a chance to recover.

He entered her slowly, knowing she was an innocent and savoring the feel of her tight passage. “Oh Holy God!” she cried her eyes wide. “Don’t. Please stop! You can’t! You’re too big! You won’t fit!”

He smiled more. “Ah beautiful one, you are just going to have to lay back and enjoy the ride.” He thrust the rest of way in, filling her. She screamed.

He pounded into her. Harder, faster.

She groaned. Her hips thrusting back on him. Her tight passage milking him.

With a shout, he came. He continued thrusting a bit longer, slower, riding out his release.

Then he relaxed onto her. She ran her hands over his back. After a bit he raised his head, “I do believe you will make an excellent lady-in-waiting.” He told her.

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For Tracey…

I could hear the roar of the crowd, the clapping, the excitement, the anticipation was palpable. The announcer walked back from the bright stage, fading into the softer light spilling over from the spotlights lighting the stage. The curtain ruffled behind him as he walked door the corridor back towards me.

“All you buddy!”

This was my time to shine, my time to have fun, my time to let loose and enjoy the freedom that comes with true magic.

I stepped into the light, the spotlights blinding me, blinking to adjust. No matter I could hear the crowd spring to life. My cape rustled behind me with breeze of my swift walk; burgundy velvet on the inside and black on the out, the contrast giving me a regal look.

I blinked my eyes a few times to adjust to the bright lights shining down upon me.

“For my first act of amazement I will select a young lady from the audience! And not only will I make her disappear, I will take her to another world, another realm a faraway place of excitement and mystery; of intrigue and pleasure!”

The oohs and aahs were audible throughout the audience. I scanned the crowd looking for my lucky victim. Passing over regular and plain, dim and dull, drab and boring, she stuck out like a highlighter amongst crayons. A whole other level. Her blond hair shown in the crowd, reflecting the light from the stage lights, her blue eyes glinting intrigue and excitement, and desire. She was the one, filled with dark desires. She would urfa escort do nicely.

“You my dear!” I looked into her eyes.

She did not feign the guess of who, she know, she was wanted and the desire was mutual. She stood elegantly walking with only a slight hint of trepidation. She held the anxiety while she sauntered to the stage, her sex appeal apparent in her stride, in her hips, in her walk. Our eyes connected and I saw into her dark fantasies. This was exactly what she was hoping for tonight. Yet, she had no idea; this encounter would go beyond her wildest dreams.

As she stepped up the stairs onto the stage I extended my hand for her to hold. She put her hand into mine trustingly, and I could feel the warmth of her soft flesh against my gloved hand. I led her to center stage where there was a huge wooden wheel with straps for her wrists and ankles. Our eyes met again and in silent agreement we moved forward together to the contraption at the center of the stage. I turned to the audience, her hand still held in mine, raising up both hands and subsequently one of hers.

“And now for my first trick, I will make this lovely beauty disappear from our realm and into the next!”

I walked her over to the wheel, gesturing to the stirrups at the bottom for her feet. I lifted my hand up, offering her support as she stepped up onto the holds. She stepped in and turned to face me, and the audience. She stepped her other leg into the opposite stirrup, sivas escort her eyes widening as her legs spread, almost uncomfortably wide. She looked into my eyes, fear and excitement intertwining in her pupils. As I met her gaze I nodded, telling her silently that this was ok, trust me.

I strapped both of her feet into the wheel, the combination of the leather straps and the cold metal of the buckle sending chills up her gorgeous, muscled legs. And next I reached up, above my head strapping in her wrists, first the right then the left.

I turned to the audience motioning towards my lovely volunteer, now suspended helpless in mid air. I began to spin the wheel, sending her head spinning down to her feet, disorienting her. As I did, I through the sheet that had been resting idly on the floor, I picked up and shook high in the air, enough to cover her, and the wheel. As the sheet feel to the ground, vanished from sight there was nothing, no wheel, no woman, just an empty stage.

I heard the harsh gasps of my audience and cries of, “Oh my god. Where did she go? That was incredible! How did he do that”…

She felt the cold wind rush over her skin as she spun on the cool wood of the wheel. Then she felt a sinking feeling and air rush over her body again. Suddenly the room went dark. As the sheet went up in front of her, blocking the bright lights of the stage, she was plunged into darkness. She was disoriented, which way was up. What a scary, yet tekirdağ escort exciting feeling. So helpless, here in the dark, trapped, spread out on a magicians magic wheel, hanging upside down. The rotation had stopped, leaving her feet directly above her head. Her dress had started to fall, exposing her thong, the cool air felt good on her thighs.

She started to hear footsteps in the dark, moving closer to her. The familiar sound of dress shoes walking down an echoing corridor. As her eyes started to adjust she saw the silhouette of her magician approaching in the dark, dim light. He walked closer, coming all the way up to her, his figure imposing over her as her hung upside down, her face by his hips.

“Hmmm you are beautiful, lying there helplessly. What is a man to do…”

He paused, and then reached out, a rod in his hand, moving up to the outline of her pussy that could be seen through the thin fabric of her thong. She felt the cool wood, of what could have only been his wand, tracing the outline of her clit. Oh my god, how good that felt to be so helpless, she couldn’t stop him if she wanted to. Hmmm, she moaned and cooed.

“Oh yeah, you like that don’t you?”

He reached out with his other hand unzipping his pants and bring out his rock hard dick, bringing it up right exactly to her eye level.

“That’s right; you are going to suck my dick like a good little magician’s slut!”

And with that he forced the head of his cock passed her lips and into her warm, inviting mouth. At first she gagged, fighting her loss of control, and as his shaft plunged into her throat she realized, how excited she was and how much she enjoyed the feeling of his cock in her mouth and his wand on her now swollen and engorged clit…

To be continued…

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A short Angels Emma’s place. Emma! It was Emma I was out shopping for.

We’d not been with our previous charge long enough to learn much about human holidays. It had just been a matter of months before our Emma-induced train-wreck, and then the repercussions from this. Banishment, stripping of powers. And, for me at least, a near death experience. Until clever Emma had found a way. And nice Andy had agreed to help.

Back to holidays… I’d seen heart-strewn advertisements for Valentine’s Day and become curious; there was so much that was new and intriguing. When I asked him, Andy had said, “GIYF,”. Then I asked him what “GIYF” meant.

At this point, he gave a sigh and asked me to pull up a chair. He showed me this thing called, ‘the Internet.’ And then another called, ‘Wikipedia.’ It was terribly interesting. Apparently, you could use it to look stuff up. It was like the codices back home; but with much less vellum. The thing he looked up for me was ‘Valentine’s Day.’ There was text, lots of text, and pictures as well.

I thanked Andy. He said it was no problem, and that I could give him a blow job later. Of course I said that would be fine; I love fellatio, almost as much as sodomy. And I would need my semen levels topping up soon. But I figured I had enough Divine Grace from last night’s session to see me through the day. Anyway, I thought to myself brightly, ‘I could always just ask someone to inseminate me if I started to feel too tired.’

Andy vacated his chair as he said that he had to run some errands. I swapped seats and spent a very instructional hour learning about Earth customs. At the end of this, I had reached a decision. I was going to get my girlfriend some Valentine’s gifts. How hard could it possibly be?

The omniscient Wikipedia informed me that common Valentine’s presents for a girl included: lingerie, chocolate, roses, jewelry, perfume, and anything with a heart theme. It didn’t mention she-demons, but I assumed that the information was close enough. Much as she liked to deny it, Emma was quite a girlie demon. These items would be easy. I took notes on the piece of parchment that I always kept handy. Then I headed out. Shouldn’t take long.

Emma and I had not been living at Andy’s house for more than a few months. But, in that time, we had celebrated our first Christmas together. Boy, had that been confusing! Nothing in my angelic experience had prepared me for the weird stories that humans told each other. Donkeys? Shepherds? Wise men? Comets? Where did they get this stuff from? As for the central character, well he didn’t remind me of anyone that I knew in Heaven. Emma had said it was best to just go with the flow. So I had. I hoped, now with the benefit of the wise book of Wiki, that I’d fare better with February the fourteenth than December the twenty-fifth.

I consulted my handwritten list. ‘What was the top item, again? Right, lingerie.’ There was a place on the central square in town. I’d go there first.

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Lingerie

I spent a little time looking in the window. Lingerie is a hobby of mine. There were some pretty things, but none of them said ‘Emma’ to me. I decided to seek the help of a professional.

The door had an entry buzzer. I guess they were trying to keep curious adolescent boys out. A woman standing behind a counter at the rear of the shop judged me to be harmless and the lock opened with a click.

“How can I help you today, madam?” The woman was in her thirties, but spoke as if she was twenty years older. “Perhaps I could interest madam in our bridal collections.”

I was excited, white lingerie was my favorite. “Oh, yes please.” I then recalled my real purpose and added sheepishly, “well maybe later, but I’d like to buy a gift for my girlfriend first.”

The woman raised an eyebrow, but her words remained controlled and fluid. “Of course, madam. Do you know her size?”

“She’s about five foot one.”

The woman tittered politely. “Oh, madam. You are having a joke with me. Her bust? Her cup size? Hips?” She looked at me, expecting an answer.

“Well, first of all, can you call me Lily please? It’s Emma who mostly runs the escort service.”

The woman’s eyebrow now seemed to be trying to fuse with her scraped-back hair, but still her voice remained serene. “Of course, Lily.” Again she looked expectant.

“Oh! Her size? I have no idea. But basically me-sized. Just like me.”

Suddenly I had an idea. “I could try lingerie on for her. She really likes red.”

For the first time the sales assistant’s sang became slightly less froid. “Red? But maybe you mean pink?” I shook my head. “Or peach?” Again no. “Apricot?”

“She likes red. Satanic Scarlet is her favorite. Do you have that?” I smiled hopefully at the woman.

The kütahya escort thing is, angels and demons have this, what’s the word?… effect, on humans, both male and female. Their thoughts are often one-track as it is, and beings like me and Emma can sort of accentuate that. Our influence is never zero, we can’t turn it off. But we can dial it up if we like. Particularly if we want something.

The woman looked doubtful, but, as I continued to beam at her, my smile began to be reflected in her face. It seemed to me that she blushed a little. She raised a hand to her face and a finger to the side of her mouth. And then she was off, glancing back over her shoulder as she walked to an adjoining room, and saying, “let’s see what we can find back here.” She beckoned for me to follow.

The room had two leather easy chairs, a low coffee table, a large standing mirror, and a changing cubicle. I sat on a chair as the woman used a step stool to look through an array of boxes, stacked against the far wall. As she did, she continued to talk to me. “I’m sure we can find something. I’m Tiffany, by the way.”

Tiffany stopped her search for a couple of seconds and grinned at me, head on one side, biting gently on a finger-tip. She loosened her ponytail, ruffled her long, dark hair and then went back to the boxes.

Eventually she returned balancing four cardboard cartons. “So I found two possibles. I didn’t measure you, but I’m pretty sure that these will fit. And… I brought the same ones in my size. We can play dress up together.”

With a giggle, Tiffany placed the boxes on the table and opened the first one. She held up some diaphanous scraps of material in just the right color. “Shall I change first, or can I help you to get undressed?”

“Both!” I replied eagerly. She was a pretty girl and dress up sounded like my kind of game. “I don’t think we need to bother with the cubicle.”

A flurry of unzipping, unbuttoning, and wriggling off, and we were both nude. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to be in each other’s arms and then each other’s mouths. As we embraced I stroked the wispy dark hair nestling between her legs and her fingers found my silky smooth mound.

Tiffany clearly had Latin roots, I’d have guessed at some Mexican blood. Her skin was slightly tanned, her rosebud lips full. Her eyelashes long, her black eyes alluring as she pulled back and looked at me.

Together we both said. “Let’s get dressed.”

I first found a lacy garter belt and wrapped it round my narrow waist, clipping it at the front, before twisting it round to the correct place. Tiffany’s eye was clearly expert and it fit me well. Next sheer thigh high hose. I stood with a foot on one of the chairs as I rolled the delicate material up my skinny legs. I couldn’t help glancing sideways to see Tiffany mimicking my actions. She was taller than me, then most were, and had graceful legs.

Next the bra. It was see-though and made of the same fine material as the belt. I’m not the biggest of girls, and finding bras that don’t hang off my chest is a challenge, but this one hugged my flesh beautifully. Looking at my reflection, it looked super cute. Emma would love it. And now the panties. Holding them up, I noticed a only a slit where the gusset should be.

Tiffany’s voice interrupted my appraisal of the garment. “Do you think crotchless suits me?”

She had sat on the front edge of the other chair, laid back and lifted her legs onto its arms. Her panties splayed open revealing pristinely waxed outer labia beneath her black, tangled triangle. And inner labia that were already parted, a glistening pinkness peeping out invitingly. Trying on my panties could wait.

I got onto my hands and knees, and crawled to Tiffany. A crooked, and slightly predatory, smile on my face. I licked my lips in anticipation. As I continued my cat-like prowl, Tiffany reached down with her hands and parted herself, ready for me. Adding to the general feline vibe, she almost purred in a soft and emotion-filled voice, “I’ve never done this with a woman. But I want to with you, Lily.”

Reaching my ‘prey,’ I bent my elbows and kissed each of Tiffany’s pedicured and dainty feet. I began to lick slowly up from one ankle… Then had an inspired idea. “I think you might like this, sweetie.”

Closing my eyes, I thought cat thoughts. A sharp exclamation from Tiffany made me open them again. I saw shock in her face, but also something else; desire. I’d found I was a decent judge of human character, at least in the area of wants and needs. Angels can be very calming and I bathed my new friend in invisible waves of serenity. She clearly relaxed. Pleased with myself, I wriggled my whiskers and licked my furled paw-like fingers. My furry tail curled round my pale pink body. “Do you like the ears, honey?”

Tiffany gulped and nodded open-mouthed. “Well let me try my cat tongue on you. Sorry manisa escort if the whiskers tickle.”

I placed a palm on either of Tiffany’s thighs and lowered my face toward her. Wow! I had always loved the scent of an aroused woman, but I seemed to have also acquired a feline olfactory system. My whole body quivered as I inhaled her deeply. Closing my eyes, I savored the moment. Her aroma rolling through my nostrils like a fine Bordeaux on my palate.

I could resist no longer and touched the tip of my long, rough cat’s tongue to her crinkly, dripping vaginal opening. Her taste was also divine and I leaned up to let Tiffany briefly take me in her mouth. To let her share in my sensory dream-world. Then down again, but this time peeling the hood off of her clit and lapping at her. Feeling her body begin to twitch and soft moans start to pass her lips. Tiffany put a hand on the back of my head and guided me to her pussy. Given my appearance, it seemed only appropriate.

My tongue was muscular, as well as long, and I probed her sweetness deeper than any human girl could have. Soon Tiffany’s moans turned to fevered groans. Her twitching turned to the start of convulsions. And her juices flowed, a heavenly cream for this angelic kitten. I found her clitoris with my fingers and gripped her thigh securely with my other arm. She wasn’t going anywhere.

I tightened the sinews in my tongue and extended it to its full, and considerable, length. Then I plunged into her, my face pushed hard against her vulva. Then out. Then in harder. Lingually fucking her grateful wetness. The groans became yelps. The yelps became louder and more frequent, finally merging into a single, drawn out scream as Tiffany’s body trembled and I felt her sprayed juices on my nose and cheeks.

Letting her calm down, I returned to my mother cat routine on Tiffany’s clit. Slow, sensuous lapping. As she came back to herself, a smile formed on her sweat covered face. “Your turn now Lily.”

We swapped places and — just as Tiffany had earlier — I opened myself for her. Feeling like the cat that had caught the canary.

An hour and a half later, and back in my normal form, I kissed Tiffany goodbye. A little angel magic had made my transmutation seem more like a dream to her. I wasn’t so keen on memory wipes as Emma was. But I didn’t know Tiffany that well, and it was probably best to avoid complications at this stage.

Tiffany said that it had been lovely to connect, and confessed that she had been feeling a little lonely of late. I hugged her and said I’d love to be friends. I left with a box tucked under my arm and her insistence that I didn’t need to pay for its contents. All to the good really as I had no idea that I needed money. Stores in Heaven weren’t like Earth ones.

So. My list. What was next? Oh yes. Chocolate. There was a place a block away.

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Chocolate

It was a nice day and pleasant to walk across the square and on a block to the chocolatier. An array of boxes was on display in the window, next to a framed photograph of the owner and a certificate from a Parisian culinary school. I had come to the right place.

There were no security measures here and I let myself in, a bell chiming as I did. A man appeared from a rear room, wiping his hands on a white towel. He matched the photograph. A large, black man, probably in his mid-to-late-forties, with close-cropped hair surrounding a balding dome. His face was warm and friendly. He seemed delighted to have a customer and keen to talk about chocolate.

“Hello, young miss. How can I help you today? Is it a Valentine’s gift?” He smiled broadly.

“You guessed it. Wikipedia says chocolate. I need chocolate for my girlfriend.”

He laughed, not skipping a beat. “Well she’s a lucky girl, for sure. What does she like?”

“Cocks! She likes cocks an awful lot. Well pussies as well, particularly mine, I supp…” I trailed off as the shop owner’s face froze. ‘Maybe that hadn’t been what he meant,’ I thought. ‘Humans were so confusing sometimes.’

But he rallied and the smile returned, just as I was thinking of giving him a dose of my calming aura. “Well, that’s fine I suppose. I guess I could do a special order. I’ve never done that before, but why not?”

“Oh that’s lovely of you, thank you. But there is a problem. I don’t actually have any money. The kind lady at the lingerie shop let me have stuff for free. What was it she said? Oh yes, ‘a quid pro quo.’ Do you take those here?”

The guy’s jaw dropped open. “Tiffany? Tiffany and you…? As a quid pro quo?”

“Yes. That’s right, do you know her?”

“Well a little. I used to go there sometimes, before…” His voice faltered. Maybe I would need to use my serene powers after all.

But again his good nature came to the fore. “Well you don’t need to know about my last girlfriend, do you?”

I mardin escort gave him my most trusting look. Angels are good at that shit. And he opened up. “So she fooled around. That’s it. Good riddance I say. Though,” and here his voice became softer, “that Tiffany is a fine looking woman.”

I heartily agreed. “Yes, and her pussy tastes amazing when she cums.” I gave him a sweet smile.

He shook his head. “I didn’t know.” He seemed deflated. Time for some Lily magic. I turned up my calming dial.

“It’s OK, she likes guys as well; just like me. I’m sure a good looking man like you would have a chance with her.”

“You think I’m good looking?” Incredulity was on his face, but also something else. The same look that had crossed Tiffany’s features a little while ago. Maybe I had dialed up the wrong type of influence. Oh well, no harm, no foul. It occurred to me that maybe a little top up of semen would be a good idea. Tiffany had used up a lot of my energy.

“Look, what’s your name?”

“Michael. People call me Mikey.”

“Well, Mikey. The chocolate cock sounds perfect for Emma. But, there is the question of payment. And it struck me, we maybe need to have something to base it on. A model as it were. Perhaps if we…” I eyed the room he had come from and simultaneously flooded him with rays of angelic catnip, turned to eleven.

Not many men could resist that, and Mikey wasn’t one of them. He nodded and motioned for me to join him in the back. “It’s a deal, angel.”

“Oh goodie! But how did you know?”

As Mikey’s face showed confusion, I quickly added, “never mind.”

I’d assumed we would be walking into a kitchen, but the room was a make-shift office. “So where do you make the chocolates?”

“Oh, through there.” Mikey pointed at a door to the rear of the room.

My curiosity sated, I moved on to more practical matters. “Let’s take a look at it shall we?” I said brightly.

Mikey looked nervous, but I stretched up to kiss him and that seemed to help. “Would you like me to wear Emma’s new lingerie?”

Something about this question seemed to tip Mikey over the edge. “No, just you would be fine, more than fine. It’s been a long time.”

With that, Mikey scooped me off my feet and held me in his arms, kissing me again deeply. Then he gently placed me down on his desk. I like desks, nice and firm. I kicked off my shoes and Mikey helped me pull off my jeans. I wrapped my legs around his body and pulled him to me. This was going to be fun. But I had a question. “So, Mikey, do you like anal? I do. And you’d be doing me a favor.”

“Anything to please a lady,” he smiled. Then a frown crept across his face. “But I don’t have any condoms, do you?”

Emma had taught me this trick. I leaned forward and whispered in Mikey’s ear, “you don’t need a condom.”

“I don’t need a condom,” was his rather mechanical reply.

“Just fuck my ass.”

“I’m gonna fuck your ass.”

With that I undid his belt, unclipped his pants, and pulled down his zipper. His torso still clothed, Mikey dropped his pants and pulled his shorts down.

I clapped my hands. “Yes. Exactly like that. Chocolate with a strawberry on the top. Make Emma one like that. And just as stiff, OK!”

I got down from the desk momentarily and took Mikey’s pink dome in my mouth, sliding my hand up and down his coffee-colored length. He groaned and closed his eyes. I was good at this, but had other plans. I slathered his hardness with my saliva.

Climbing back onto the desk and lying back, I peeled off my panties. Then I put my hand deeply in my mouth and collected more spittle, transferring it to my ring. Pushing a little inside. Anal lube was smoother, but I hadn’t brought my bottle with me.

Anyway, sometimes I liked it au naturel. I repeated the process and was ready. I hooked my hands under my calves and spread my legs for him.

Mikey moved forward and pushed his tip against me. “Oh, you’re tight, little one.”

“It’s OK. Just push. I’ve had much bigger things up there.” His face fell. “Toys, I meant toys. And hands as well, come to think of it. You’re just the right size.”

I levered myself up, reached to grab Mikey’s ass, and pulled him to me. He pushed down on his glans with his thumb and my muscles distended enough for him to pop in. I always loved that feeling of first penetration. Lying back down, I pulled up my T and squeezed my meagre breasts in anticipation.

“All the way in, Mikey. I like it deep.”

He did as I asked and I squirmed at the feeling of fullness. With one hand I massaged my clit, making little circular motions. With the other I pinched a nipple. Mikey slid out a little and then I grunted as he sank back in.

He was a gentleman, taking it slow and smooth. At least until I breathlessly told him I wanted it hard. Then he gave me what I craved. His full length in and out. In and out. Balls slapping against my cheeks. A shudder each time he thumped into me. And squeals and cries as the anal stimulation migrated to first my clit and then my whole heaving, throbbing body. I closed my eyes tight and let the heat take me over, a scream building and then bursting out of me as fluids simultaneously sprayed from my pussy.

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Dawna and Rich were good friends, well at least when they were when they were drinking. Dawna would call Rich when she was horny and visa versa, friends with benefits.

Rich and Dawna were out on the town dancing and having a quite a few drinks one Friday night when Dawna started to flirt and kiss Rich hot and heavy.

Rich whispered in her ear, telling Dawna just what he had in mind for her tonight. How he was going to eat her little pussy until she was ready to fuck him hard.

Within minutes, Dawna had a hold of Rich’s cock through his blue jeans, and out the door both of them left in a hurry. Rich drove Dawna to his house just a couple miles from the bar. He helped her out of the truck, then up the stairs as they paused several times to kiss.

Passionately they ripped off each others clothes and crawled into his warm water bed. Rich climbed in, then rolled over to kiss Dawna and she had already passed out, again!

This wasn’t the first time this had happened. Once before he masturbated while she lay there, passed out.

He told her the first time that she would pay for that. Now it was time that she paid.

Rich retrieved his briefcase with all of his sex toys and bondage supplies tokat escort and proceeded to tie Dawna up. He first fastened the fur lined cuffs to her wrists. Then he wrapped the fur lined cuffs around her ankles.

One leg at a time, he carefully bent her knee and attached the wrist cuff to the ankle cuff. Rich then tied a rope around Dawna’s knees and secured them to spread her legs open wide.

Dawna was only about 5’4″ and very petite. She took good care of herself but never trimmed her bush.

Rich grabbed his beard trimmer and proceeded to trim her brunette cooch. He trimmed it in close, then got his shaving cream and the three blade razor he had on hand for just such an occasion.

As Rich applied the shaving cream, Dawna started to stir. Rich knew how sound of a sleeper Dawna was when she had been drinking.

Rich took his time slowly removing every last hair from Dawna’s hot little pussy. She had a pretty little pussy and always told Dawna that it was a shame to hide her. He washed off all the loose hair with warm soapy water as Dawna began to come to.

Dawna tried to roll over, but couldn’t move.

“Rich? What are you doing?”

Rich explained to yozgat escort her what had just happened and that she now would have to pay for her actions.

Dawna begged him, “Let me go, I’m sorry, Rich?”

Rich smiled and played with her nipples, making them hard. Dawna had very sensitive nipples. Then slowly, Rich applied clothes pins to her nipples, one at a time.

Dawna again begged, “pleeeeeeease Rich, it will never happen again.”

Rich grabbed a small leather whip and lashed at Dawna’s bald pussy.

Dawna cried out, “Nooooo!”

He told Dawna, “Shut up bitch, your mine to do with what I please!”

Rich parted her pussy with his tongue. He licked and sucked on that beautiful pussy until Dawna was getting wet with excitement. Dawna wrestled with her restraints, but found herself helpless.

Without her bush, her pussy was very tender to the touch. Rich ate her pussy hard licking and sucking on her little clit until Dawna arched her back and was ready to cum.

Rich stopped and left the room leaving Dawna wet and ready for the taking. Rich came back into the room carrying the biggest vibrator in his collection.

“Your going to suck my cock, zonguldak escort aren’t you bitch?” Rich asked.

Before Dawna could answer, Rich lashed her bare pussy again with the whip.

“Aren’t you?” again whipping her pussy.

“Let me hear the words” Rich told her. “I wanna hear you tell me that you want my cock in your mouth.”

“Well?” Rich asked.

Dawna mumbled, “Please, I want to suck you cock.”

Rich got on top of her in the 69 position and guided his throbbing cock to her mouth. He slowly lowered himself as she began to suck him fully hard.

Rich took the vibrator, parted her swollen lips and slid it deep into Dawna’s wet pussy.

Dawna gasped as he turned it on and plunged it in and out. Dawna tried to cry out but Rich’s cock was halfway down her throat.

Rich heard Dawna gag but could not help moving his hips and fucking her face.

The excitement of Dawna’s helplessness and the overwhelming smell of her wet pussy was just too much to take. Riched cried out, then exploded in Dawna’s mouth.

Dawna took as much of his sweet cum that she could. Rich continued to lick her clit and plunged the toy deep inside.

Rich pulled out and dripped the remaining cum all over Dawna’s face as the flood gates opened between her legs.

Rich cleaned up Dawna’s face with a warm wash cloth, slowly untied all of her bindings then gently kissed her.

“Are you going to pass out on me again?”

Dawna simply smiled and said, “hmmm, I might.”

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*****

There had been no time for goodbyes. No time to pack or even to blow a farewell kiss to her homeland. There had been no time for anything.

They had simply run.

After her final admission in the lake house, Hannibal had taken a carving knife from the butcher’s block on the kitchen island and swiftly brought it down behind her head, sawing through her ponytail in one deliberate motion, freeing her from the imprisonment of the broken refrigerator door.

Clarice’s gasp had had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the realization that he was taking her with him. And a lot to do with the fact that she wanted to go.

She remembered well how he had grasped her hand and led her out the back door, across the dark, dewy lawn, and down to the water’s edge.

That memory felt like a lifetime ago. Clarice brought her eyes back into focus, shaking the thoughts from her head like raindrops from her hair. She was here now, and that was all that mattered.

She turned her head from the glorious beach view in front of her to the other side of the balcony, where Hannibal was reclining against the railing, elbows propped behind him, cell phone held to his ear. The white linen of his shirt billowed gently against his chest in the coastal breeze, tan slacks riding low on his hips. He was speaking, but his attention was focused entirely on her. She settled back against the lounge chair, raising her face to the sun.

It had taken a long time for her to become comfortable with his constant attention, his scrutiny both overbearing and addictive. She had wanted his absorption, but she had been convinced that she shouldn’t. Months of dedication to his cause had realigned her thinking so that she now accepted his devotion, craved his eyes on her, required his approval.

Clarice smiled to herself; it had taken almost as long to convince Hannibal that she wanted to be there with him; that she did, indeed, love him as desperately as she said. It hadn’t been enough that she ran with him. A lifetime of indoctrination had convinced him that he was unloveable, a monster. And he was. But, he was her monster and she had been prepared to embrace all parts of him and to love him in whatever way he was capable of allowing.

He had fought it, resisted her advances until they were established in the villa on the shore. He had needed to be sure she wasn’t lying; that she hadn’t come with him only to lead her superiors to his capture.

The most difficult transition for Clarice had been to give up her hard-won guise of the FBI agent. She had spent years adopting the rigid gait, the unwavering loyalty of an officer of the law. Breaking down her tenacious resilience, uncovering the softness beneath her formidable facade, teaching her to discover how to submit, molding her to be pliable in his hands, receptive to his will, had been Hannibal’s challenge and supreme pleasure. It concerned her, the lack of work, her own negligent desire to be a kept woman, yet she had thrived under his tutelage; always so eager to please him. There was no need for either of them to work now and he preferred she devote herself entirely to learning his needs. There had been many things that she was reluctant to try, but there was nothing she had refused him. He enjoyed exploiting her eager compliance, testing her limits to see how far he could push her. He was fascinated to uncover what would break her.

Hannibal snapped the phone closed, the sound prompting her to open her eyes again, her head rolling to the side once more, bringing him into view. He studied her intently as he crossed to her, dropping down on the accompanying lounger.

“Everything all set?” she inquired.

“Tonight,” he replied, referring to the municipal official who had approved the building of a city monument that Hannibal had lobbied against. The structure was to be erected over an existing fountain that Hannibal was quite fond of

She didn’t relish the idea of his hunts, but she understood his need. Since Mischa, it had become so much a part of him that it would have been impossible to separate the two pieces of himself from one another. He was a cannibal, a killer, but a human being, still, desiring and deserving of love, her love.

He watched her reaction closely, eyes roving over her rosy skin, warm from the morning sun’s kiss.

“Eyes on me,” he murmured, playing with her just a bit. He leaned towards her and stretched out a single fingertip to her face, hovering just above her mouth. She met his stare and held it, eyes never wavering from his, her body still beneath his touch. His finger descended to graze her lower lip, his nail scraping lightly over her chin, down the length of her throat. He paused for the barest second as his trail dipped into the hollow of her throat, before continuing down to the cleft of her breasts, barely covered by her cream bikini.

Clarice kırşehir escort shivered at his caress, eyes fluttering closed as he drew the backs of his fingers along the soft mounds and sharp peaks of her breasts beneath her top.

She felt the sting of his fierce pinch against one nipple, forcing her eyes to fly open, searching his. There was heat in his gaze then, and a challenge, daring her to close herself to him again. He wanted to watch her surrender, she knew, to claim his dominance over all her pain and every bit of her pleasure.

“Shall I fuck you here, Clarice?” he suggested quietly, gesturing around them.

Her eyes darted frantically to the balcony railing, the walls of which were comprised entirely of clear plexiglass. They were situated high above the beach, but relatively not that far from the wandering eyes of neighbors and curious beachgoers.

“No?” he chuckled. “Perhaps a wager then.”

He leaned over her body, his mouth poised over hers; she drank his breath with each inhalation, intoxicated by his nearness. Clarice was struck, as she always was, by the power he radiated, the sense of helplessness she felt in his presence. She arched up to meet him ever so slightly, her lips parting in anticipation, her eyes still locked with his.

“Do not move.”

Hannibal stood swiftly and entered the house, leaving her breathless and wanting outside. She remained frozen, heeding his command, wondering what devilish and delicious things he could be planning for her.

He returned to the balcony with a small tube in his hands. Her eyes widened in recognition. He tugged the end of one of her bikini ties, watching her, his eyes predatory with desire. He untied the other side and grasped the front of her bottoms, peeling it away from her hips, uncovering her with agonizing slowness.

She watched as he deftly flipped open the lid, squeezed out a small amount of cream onto his finger, and closed it with a sharp snap. His eyes tracked her reaction, smiling inwardly as he witnesses the realization begin to dawn on her face.

“I am going to make you come, now, Clarice. I expect you to achieve your climax…”

Clarice held her breath wide-eyed. He was going to let her come?

“…silently.” He continued, “If you manage not to make a sound, I will reward you with a second orgasm. However, if you fail, I will suspend you from the beam above your head for the enjoyment of the tourists,” he explained evenly. ” Do you understand me, pet?”

She nodded haltingly as he painstakingly parted her lips and spread the cream across her clit, rubbing it in with small circles, his fingers dipping in and out of her cleft.

Clarice’s body spasmed, back arching off the lounge within minutes of the application. Her clit was throbbing already, undulating waves of fire and ice sweeping over her.

Hannibal smiled knowingly. This would be too easy.

HANNIBAL*HANNIBAL*HANNIBAL

Hannibal seized Clarice’s ankles firmly and dragged her body to the end of the chaise, kneeling down in front of her. He spread her legs, keeping his hands clasped around either knee, holding her open and vulnerable to his penetrating gaze. He leaned into her and blew gently on her clit, hyper-sensitive from the enhancer. Her hips bucked off the chair, hands desperately clutching the edges of the frame beneath her.

Her breathing was erratic long before he actually touched her. Clarice centered all her efforts on controlling the screams that threatened to bubble up from her throat and channeled them into alternating deep and shallow breaths instead. She knew, though, that if she held tight to her control, she would never come and Hannibal wouldn’t relent until she did, even if it meant keeping her here on the balcony all day; even if it meant missing his hunt. He was not going to secede her this victory. There was no way for her to win this battle of wills. She was so lost in her own concentration that she missed him snaking his tongue between her folds. The first touches of his tongue against her clit were nearly her undoing.

Hannibal smiled against her; she was coming undone and he’d hardly touched her yet. He was going to enjoy seeing her trussed up, suspended from the balcony, on display. She would make a fetching centerpiece, he thought.

He pressed his lips to her folds, tongue diving into her again and again, tasting her sweetness. He had a hunt to get ready for; he needed to speed things along. Hannibal vigorously flicked his tongue against her clit, assuming his victory was close at hand when she began to vibrate beneath his touch.

Clarice was desperately clinging to her self-control as she writhed under Hannibal’s tongue, the entire force of her attention reduced to the tiny bundle of nerves at the center of her being. She did not want to be on display for the viewing pleasure of the Italian public. She didn’t mind being bound and suspended for Hannibal’s enjoyment, malatya escort but she preferred to fulfill that fantasy for him in the privacy of their bedroom or their playroom. The strength of the sensations was so strong that she she was forced to alter her breathing, taking short, shallow breaths that barely filled her lungs, unable to sustain the deep breathing she had been practicing.

Hannibal laved her clit mercilessly with his tongue, rapidly plunging two fingers deep into her core, slick only with her own juices. Her hips danced off the chair, a keening moan nearly breaking from her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut, moisture leaking from the corners of her eyes with the effort of keeping her cries at bay. She was close; she could feel her walls begin to tighten around his plunging fingers, the steady weight building deep within her. If she could only hold on a little bit longer…

A gasp that ended on a choking sob as he slammed a third finger inside her clasping sheath, filling her so completely that she thought she would burst and shatter from the force of his powerful thrusts.

Hannibal drew her clit against his teeth, teasing her as he continued to flick his tongue along the underside, even as he sucked her unrelentingly into his warm mouth. Her teeth began to chatter, her body bent in the middle as her torso surged off the chaise in time with the pulses of his tongue. Her face contorted into a mask of anguish and determination, so great was the torment of his assault on her body.

She wanted, desperately, to whimper, to beg, to plead for him to finish her, but the fury of her own willpower refused to allow her submission. She should have just let him fuck her on the balcony, she thought ruefully. She could have spared herself the mental torture and the overwhelming bodily conquest.

Hannibal’s mind was fully occupied imagining all manner of tantalizing positions he could suspend her in as he drove her recklessly to her own destruction, wrought on her body with only the force of his mouth and his hands. He would have her surrender, in every way.

Resolutely, he closed his teeth over the centermost bit of her clitoris and ripped the sound triumphantly from her raw throat, wringing cry after desperate cry from the core of her soul, laying her humanity bare before his lips. She was unable to stop herself from crying out; he dragged the sound triumphantly from her raw throat. Clarice felt as if her entire being exploded, expanding and rapidly contracting into one tiny point of light. Her body bucked uncontrollably off the lounge and Hannibal was forced to withdraw his thrusting fingers from her body to keep her from flying off the furniture with the force of her orgasm.

Her climax went on and on, the reprieve from Hannibal’s relentless, seductive torment, coupled with the relief of expressing her pent-up screams catapulting her into another realm.

She was sobbing and exhausted when she finished. He hauled her from the lounge and into his lap, cradling her against his chest on the floor, his back leaning against the clear wall overlooking the beach. He rubbed slow, silent circles into the muscles of her shoulders as he waited for her to calm, his mind already occupied with knot patterns and ties.

She continued to writhe in his arms, trembling tears streaking down her cheeks. He whispered into her hair, telling her how proud he was of her effort, that she had lasted so long. He told her with sweet words of his appreciation for her devotion, of his pleasure at her spectacular release. He loved watching her come apart, knowing that it was his skill that shattered her control and left her dazed and so deeply sated.

She was wrecked; a small voice in the back of her head urged her to control her breathing, reminding her that she wasn’t yet done for the day. She had lost their bet and regardless of how worn she was now, she knew that Hannibal would demand her ultimate capitulation and she endeavored never to disappoint him.

To that end, she offered her surrender up to him as soon as she had her breathing under control, rather than waiting for him to ask it of her. He pressed a kiss to her lips, soft and supple from the deluge of her tears. He found the taste of her tears unexpectedly arousing. He held her a bit longer, the tip of his tongue darting out to caress her cheek.

She closed her eyes as he tasted her, stroking his nimble tongue across her cheeks, savoring the taste of her surrender against his lips.

He pulled back from her to search her face, her eyes drifting open to meet his intense stare.

“I’m ready,” she murmured.

He took a shuddering breath, pleased beyond articulation that she had offered herself up to him first.

With finality, he drew her up from the floor. “Stretch,” he instructed as he went to retrieve rope from the playroom.

Clarice relished these few moments alone, to prepare herself mentally for what she would niğde escort endure, to ready her limbs against the sweet pressure of his sublime suspension techniques to which she would be submitted and bound. She shook out her arms, rolling her neck in a loose circle. She tied back her hair and dropped to the floor, bending herself into the various yoga poses Hannibal had helped her perfect, transitioning smoothly from one stance into the next, lengthening her tendons until she felt the supple glide of her muscles loosening.

She stood at the sound of his returning footfalls. He came to a stop behind her, tossing the coil of rope onto the lounge chair, the slap of the hemp against the canvas making her jump slightly. He stepped closer, breathing her in, his hot breath gusting across the back of her bare neck. He lowered his head until the tip of his nose rested against the back of her head, just to the side of her ponytail, his own eyes closing, as she relaxed into him. His hand came up behind her to tug at the strings still holding her bikini top up. Deftly he untied them, the tiny scraps of fabric falling away from her body, leaving her bare before him and the rest of the beach.

Hannibal drew his hands across her shoulders and down her arms, tenderly caressing and massaging as he went. He felt himself grow hard as he pictured the way she would look when he was finished. She was so beautiful and so willing; he couldn’t imagine sharing this with any other woman. She understood what he needed and she gave herself over to him, even when she didn’t want the same things. She didn’t want this, he knew; not really. She liked it when he dominated her in private, but he could feel her tense apprehension vibrating beneath her skin at the idea of being strung up in public. He could feel his arousal growing as he imagined the thoughts racing through her mind. Outwardly, she appeared so calm, but he could see the erratic pulse fluttering against the side of her throat, a frantic butterfly seeking its escape.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he whispered close to her ear. He needed to hear it; wanted to listen to the underlying fear staining her tone while she told him her secrets.

Clarice hesitated, torn between her own appeal for protection and the demand for honesty implicit in his command. She knew she would tell him, but there was a reluctance to bare herself any further; he would exploit her demons for his own pleasure.

“Clarice,” he warned at her pause.

“I’m…I’m nervous,” she settled on an emotion that was true, while hoping that she could avoid further explanation.

“Why?” His low voice rolled over her skin like a purr. She closed her eyes, lost in his sound. His hands continued their exploration of her body, ghosting over her abdomen, cupping her breasts.

“I don’t want to be…exposed…like that for anyone but you,” Clarice swallowed convulsively, giving him exactly what he wanted.

“Tell me more,” his words a quiet demand, drawing her from herself even as she drew his tone around her protectively. He drew one hand up to her throat, encircling it gently.

“It’s…too raw,” she panted. “It’s embarrassing! I don’t…I don’t want…anyone else to see me…but you. And…especially not like that; it’s…humiliating,” she finished, hanging her head despairingly.

“Ah,” he sighed. “But?” he waited.

She opened her eyes, staring out across the ocean. “But, I will.”

Behind her, Hannibal smiled his triumph. “That’s my girl,” he whispered, pressing his lips against her cheek.

“On your knees.”

Clarice fell to her knees immediately, kneeling facing the water, waiting. Hannibal crossed to the chaise, picking up the long coil of rope and tossing a pair of scissors from his back pocket onto the canvas seat.

He knelt behind her, drawing her hands behind her back and crossing them so that her palms gripped the undersides of her forearms, binding her wrists. He wrapped the rope around her chest and arms, pulling her upper arms closer to her sides. Gently, he helped her lie down on her stomach. He coiled the next length of rope around her middle, just below her navel, leaving the ends long. He continued down her body, winding pieces across the tops of her thighs, above and below her tightly pressed knees, and about her ankles.

Clarice held herself as still as possible on the floor, listening as he wound the rope together, creating an intricate web that would hold her suspended above the balcony. She flinched each time he whipped an end through his hands, the sharp snap of the coil bringing her back to reality as he worked over her. She tried to relax as he readied the ropes, tossing them over the beam, knots connected and perfect in his hands.

She felt her body lift slowly off the floor, rising as he pulled the ropes taut. She squeezed her eyes closed, shutting out the view of the beach. When he had her at the height he wanted, Hannibal tied off the ends of the rope to one of the iron balustrades flanking the door to the balcony. He circled her pensile form, checking the tension on her limbs as he moved around her. He made adjustments and stood back to survey his work.

“Clarice,” his quiet voice called to her.

She slowly opened her eyes, lifting her head to find him.

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He’d just packed his bags and was headed for the door. Every last bit of her soul cried out for him to stay but she said nothing. It was always like the little imp to keep her mouth shut when she should speak and had it rambling when she should be silent. His steps took him ever closer to his final exit and she just couldn’t take it.

A strained whimper turned into a desperate cry. The sound breached the silence and made him stop in his tracks. The plopping sound of his bags hitting the floor ensued. It couldn’t be this easy. Not with a temper that rivaled the fires of hell when it was in full swing motion.

He barely had time to duck before the vase hit the wall beside the door and sent shards flying toward him. The twist of his body bending over and down was instinct pure and simple. The look of unadulterated anger with a tinge of hatred bore into her once he let his eyes fall on her. “You little bitch.”

She remained in his visage a shaking lump of emotion that was coiled around the inner fear she could no longer hide. “I don’t want you to go….please don’t.” Glistening amber eyes met his dark orbs and pleaded with him. The disheveled look suited her despite the pain that tormented her soul. She was the epitome of a raging brat with a sensual core full of adoration. And despite her own good she couldn’t pull back even for him. It would be up to the man before her to show mercy and curtail the downward spiral they had plunged themselves into.

Thick fingertips graced a shard of glass and held it in a threatening manner. “Prove it. You’ll fucking do as your told or the mess I make will require a stay in the hospital. Do I make myself clear pet?” His words hit home and to make sure he knew it she placed herself on the edge of the bed, perched on her knees so she could still look up to him.

She rubbed her palms on her denim clad thighs to ease the itching sensations that began to inflame her flesh. What was she supposed to do with her hands? Her nerves were beyond frazzled and he was descending on her fast. His shadow fell upon her and forced her to gaze up at him, amber eyes full of unshed tears. “I’m sorry Daddy…”

With the back of his hand he swept her tangled hair from her face and caressed her cheek before landing a swift blow that nearly knocked her to the side. “Get up.” he muttered while she righted herself. “Not another word princess or I’ll stitch that pretty little mouth up myself. And as delicious as it would be to force my cock into that bratty mouth of yours all stitched up, I’ve got other things in mind.”

The hand holding the shard of glass slipped up to caress her face. She couldn’t help but sob and tried her best not to squirm. The tip of the broken glass bit into her with a smooth stroke that parted the line of flesh where her skin and lower lip met. The tiny cut immediately burst with tiny droplets of blood that expanded and lazily ran down her chin.

“The next time you use this mouth, you will think of what comes out of it. And every spasm of pain that comes to you is well earned. I believe you need the simple reminder don’t you pet?” Dragging his fingertips through her essence he took a firm grip of her chin and nodded her head for her. “Good girl.”

Thick lashes lay on her cheeks when she closed her eyes. The fresh blossom of pain he’d created bloomed bright in her senses. She never felt more alive than when she was in his grasp. To have him leave would have been a tiny death in and of itself. Turning her eyes back up to him she parted her lips and swiped her tongue along the fresh wound and groaned.

His tongue shared in the delight when his lips crushed hers in a rough kiss that simply made the wound deeper. “Mine…” he whispered against her lips just as his teeth sunk into her ordu escort lower lip and tugged back. The cry that escaped her was muffled but hit a pitch that proved he’d marked her with pain yet again.

“You’re to unfasten my belt with your mouth. Keep in mind while doing my bidding that it’s your mouth that’s managed to get you in trouble pet, and you are going to be punished over and over again for your transgressions.” Crimson covered lips were licked clean before he stood up in front of her and waited with arms crossed.

He’d put her on the spot knowing full well she never performed well in such situations. But this time she put herself in such a position. She almost had to pinch herself. He was here….he wasn’t leaving. The relief flooded her senses and fueled her fire. And if it meant she had to take whatever sadistic punishment he came up with…she’d take it and ask for more.

The blood continued to seep from the cut to her mouth and coated her chin with a thin veil of red. Closing her eyes and bowing her head she lifted herself on her knees and moved closer to him without leaving the bed. She welcomed the coarse sensation of his jeans against her palms when she slid her hands around his hips and leaned in to gently roll her head against his abdomen.

A masculine hand reached down and slid through her hair with an adoring touch. She wasn’t sure what hurt more, the tenderness that rang clear through his sadistic reign or the actual application of pain. Either way she adored him for it. It hurt to open her mouth, knew it would. That was the whole point after all.

Gingerly she parted her lips and winced, grabbing the tip of his belt with her teeth to ease it through the buckle. She had to use her tongue to slide it past the metal, swiping at the leather until she could grasp the loop with her teeth and tug his belt past the first metal obstacle. The act pulled at the vicious cut until it began to tear further. A protest was lodged in her throat and two seconds shy of passing between her lips when she heard the telltale grunt of approval from him.

Biting back her words, again she grasped the leather with her teeth and pulled the belt back to work it free from the buckle completely. Black leather held a sheen of crimson and the indentions of her teeth where her mouth had been. But she’d managed to bite and pull at his belt until it was worked free from the first loop of his jeans.

The clatter of metal ensued coupled with the distinct scent of leather. She raised a hand to grab for his belt and was met with another cut from the glass. A whispered gasp filtered up to him as she clutched at the cut and looked up to him. “I told you no hands pet.” A smile that was tender beat her down more than his hand ever could have. To prove his point, the sharp point of the glass now held a healthy dose of her blood oozing from the tip.

His face was set when she searched it for any signs of mercy. This was her mercy. He was going to drive her to the ends of sadistic distraction in order to claim the wicked beastly little brat she’d become. Without looking at her he whispered, “The belt pet…finish what you’ve begun…now.”

Lowering her head she eased back up to him with a graceful motion that arched her back and jut her ass out at a sharp angle. He landed a sharp crack to her denim covered ass and reprimanded her for still being dressed. Every trick in the book was going to be used to get her off track. In a flurry he removed his shirt and tossed it aside.

Blazing eyes watched her continue to work his belt out of the loops of his jeans while he landed another cracking blow to her ass. Before she could pull the belt any further, his hand was thundering down on her ass at an alarming rate and osmaniye escort she was dancing in the fire that burned her flesh regardless of her clothing.

Finally she had completely worked his belt free and held it tight between her teeth, offering it to him with a whimper that implored him. He paid no attention to the fact that she’d done as she was told. Instead he pushed her back on the bed and yanked her legs from beneath her so she was prone before him.

Stepping in-between her legs he reached down and ripped her shirt from her body and was met with the rippling motion of bare breasts springing free from the confines. She used the belt now, biting into it to ease the angst that was starting to grow. The need was so great she was almost thankful for the makeshift bit.

Dark eyes roved over her jeans and settled on her waist. The smile that curved his lips scared her and warmed her heart at the same time. “Hold still pet, I’d hate to have you bled dry before I’m done with you.” With a precision that was frightening he jammed the sharp edge of the glass into the crotch of her jeans and violently ripped up to split the stiff seam.

A sharp scream exploded from her as the glass bit into her labia but only knicked her flesh. Her heart was pounding and rivaled the roar of blood rushing through her ears. The shaking of her body told him that he had her right where he wanted her. She was pliable and would listen. Had any other man other than a sadist had her in his clutches, the claiming of the little beast would have been nigh impossible.

The rest of her jeans were ripped apart and disposed of by a man that was in no mood to be trifled with. He’d discarded the piece of glass for the belt and yanked it from her mouth. Cracking it down at her, he told her simply to lay her hands flat on the bed and lift her lower body up and hold the position.

This required her to spread her legs and leave herself completely open to him. Her breasts eased down with the rise of her ass from the bed. Before she had herself in position he’d swung the belt and landed the first blow to her bare cunt. He was pleased by the scream that burst from her lungs. “Higher pet….now.” he growled softly.

Shaking her head back and forth she braced her feet and let out a strangled cry when finally lifting herself from the bed. Raven locks curled against the seeping wound beneath her lower lip, blood clinging to silken strands that caressed the cut. It was the stinging bite of the belt that now held her attention. The belt kissed her again and marked her flesh with a welt that raised her skin with a strip of white that turned a garish pink then red.

His eyes were filled with his pet, yielding and begging for forgiveness, just where he liked her. Raring back he let the belt mark her flesh again, his hand soon to follow with a smack that landed on her mound with a grip so tight she had to fight to hold her place. Thick fingers curled deeper into her flesh and held her unyieldingly, digging into her cunt to feel just how excited she was for him. He yanked her forward onto her knees and relented for a moment, leaving her lying back perched on her knees.

“Is my pet wet for me?” he whispered in her ear while leaning over her body. He answered his own question by sliding two fingers between her nether lips to jab them straight into her molten core. The evidence was before him, coating the belt in his hand with a slick patina of pure desire. A needy groan was his answer along with the clenching motion of her inner walls daring to drag his fingers in deeper. She twisted her hips and bucked up into his hand only to find he’d withdrawn his fingers and given her what she deserved.

The belt slapped against her cunt and sinop escort curved around her thigh to create half of an x, soon to be crossed by another lashing blow. The tears poured from her eyes when he ground out from between his teeth, “Mine…all fucking mine!” In a fury the belt released every bit of anger he contained. Her body was his fucking canvas and he was going to mark her with every cursed hue of pain he could manage.

She cried out over and over again within the rain of leather breaking her flesh with welts that now bled and coated her body with blood stained precision. The belt inched up her body and soon her stomach and breasts were covered with the marks of a sadist. She could barely catch a breath and broke her silence with pleas that begged for forgiveness, “Please Daddy…I’m sorry!” she sobbed.

“Be still!” he snapped at her. They were both breathing heavy as if their life depended on that last breath. He braced himself with one arm, nearly lowering himself across her body, a primal growl telling her that he wasn’t going to wait any longer. His pants had been ripped down to allow his rigid cock to spring from them.

Agony claimed her and grew stronger when rough hands flipped her so that her beaten body was crushed into the bed. The softest of sheets felt as rough as sandpaper and seemed to cut into her as harshly as the belt had. She couldn’t help but scream but was soon silenced by his hand clamping over her mouth to pull her neck back and bow her body.

Her legs had been forced apart by his so he had the freedom to fuck her however he wanted. The sharp edges of her teeth sunk into his hand and he allowed it…even welcomed it. With a deep groan he shoved his cock in her pulsing cunt and began to thrust like a mad man.

He pressed her body into the bed so hard she screamed against his hand and bit down even harder. The sheets claimed the crimson depths of her pain and turned from a stark white to a gentle pink and finally a harsh red. His body shoved her down solidly into the bed with each and every thrust there after. This was about his pleasure and her punishment. There would be no command to cum.

Her cries died down to a mere whimper. Clear vision grew blurry with the crimson hue of passion. The slick sounds of their bodies colliding drove them both into an esoteric oblivion. Closing her eyes she felt each thrust in a slow motion that did not match the exact action. He spread her wide and made her squeeze down around him even harder to keep him, to hold him deep within and never let go.

The tip of her tongue played against his flesh that she’d just bitten, moaning with the sweet turn of pain into pleasure. The harder he fucked her the more she wanted. It was a hunger that he fed, a give and take that they fell into when in one another’s arms. And although she felt so very lost among these heady sensations, she knew she’d been found once again by her Master.

The plea he knew so well vibrated against his hand, she was begging for his cum. Another cry encumbered by pain erupted from her, soon to be replaced with the fervent cry of pleasure. He was her obsession and every dark sadistic dream in between. He thrust in firm and true, spearing her so hard her slick little cunt was about to split.

Both hands grabbed her waist to propel her back on his cock while he thrust with abandon. He seized up, crying out to her, letting her know just how much he adored her, knees locking as he shoved his cock in one last time and filled her with his white hot cum.

He rolled his hips and pumped into her slow and leisurely so he could feel how hot and tight she was for him. She’d coated every inch of his shaft with her own silent release. He knew the little minx would cum from the brutal attack. Leaning over her body he kissed her shoulder and nuzzled her neck while she lay spent and quite unable to move. His cock remained inside her as he lay down beside her and pulled her in his arms, shielding her from the world.

“Mine.” he whispered quietly.

“And don’t you forget it.”

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This is next installment in the saga of Jennifer, a submissive woman, who is discovering a deeper sense of her submission. I hope you enjoy and your comments, votes and suggestions are greatly appreciated.

Jennifer Lowe woke up the next morning thinking about the same thing she had been thinking about the night before. She was thinking about an auction. Not about an auction for a piece of antique furniture or a fine work of art, but of herself. Naked in front of a room full of well dressed people who were going to bid on her services as a sexual slave. This was the new fantasy that blocked all other thought from her mind. Her previous evenings experience as she crawled naked along her condominium’s hallway and humiliated by some of her neighbors had set the fantasy of being a sex slave firmly in her mind.

There were things she needed to learn. She had taken the phone number from that woman Rachel, the Mistress of the slave Ginny, whom she met at the salon when she was waxed. Jennifer knew that she would call her and ask to meet her and discuss what really was involved in the auction process. Since it was the weekend, Jennifer had the time to think, no fantasize, more about what she wanted to do.

There were problems, of course. Jennifer had been successful in building an advertising business. She could step away for a time if she became an auctioned sex slave. After all, she did take vacations and the agency functioned well in her absence. Her new involvement with her neighbor’s was, well, exciting, and she liked the idea of being submissive to them, especially if they increased the sexual part as they hinted they might. She had thought that the auction could take place at Club 35 but Jennifer had dismissed that idea. She didn’t want to be sold to someone who had played with Jennifer at the Club. She wanted a new experience.

Jennifer spent the day naked. She hoped a neighbor would summon her and she would submit to whatever desires they had. But, the summons never happened and Jennifer returned to work the next day. She had already decided that she would not tell Mark, her Personal Assistant, about her latest fantasy. He knew of her submissiveness as did another employee, Christine, who had dominated Jennifer in the past and a new employee, Robin, who also knew of Jennifer’s desire to be dominated and used sexually.

The day passed quickly and Jennifer returned home. She did not receive an envelope from her neighbor’s telling Jennifer that her services were required. Getting over her disappointment, she undressed and made some dinner. Afterwards, she found Rachel’s card and dialed. Rachel answered.

“I hope you remember me. This is Jennifer and we met last week at the salon.”

“Yes, of course I remember. What can I do for you?”

“You’re going to think I’m crazy, but do you think we could meet and you could tell me more about being auctioned off as a sex slave? After meeting Ginny last week, it’s really all I think about.”

“Of course. Ginny had said to me that she hoped you would call. Why don’t you come over Wednesday night? Say, about 8:00 o’clock?”

“That would be terrific.”

Rachel gave Jennifer the address and reminded her that Ginny was her slave and as such, she would be naked. Jennifer told Rachel that she understood and they said their goodbyes.

Work had succeeded in doing what Jennifer couldn’t do herself; push thoughts of her meeting with Rachel and Ginny out of her mind as issues at work demanded her full attention. Once she was satisfied that the issues at work were solved, she headed home. Once again, there was no letter from her neighbor’s. Jennifer undressed and remained naked, opening her blinds and curtains once she was naked. She had a bite to eat and was going to pay some bills when there was a knock on the door.

Jennifer opened the door after seeing that it was Roger, a neighbor who Jennifer suspected was the ringleader of her neighbor’s organized domination of her.

“Naked. That’s good.” Roger said as Jennifer stepped aside to let him in.

“Tomorrow night at 10:30, you will put your collar on and crawl to my apartment door. Some of your neighbor’s want to sample more of you. It should be fun.”

“Unfortunately, I can’t.” Jennifer replied and thinking quickly, she lied. “I have a business function. We had agreed that if there was a business commitment there would be no conflict with the group.”

“Yes. That is what we agreed. Well then. In thirty minutes put your collar on and crawl to my apartment. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Roger.”

Roger turned and left Jennifer’s apartment. Jennifer could feel herself getting wet as she went and took a quick shower. She put her collar on and went to her door. It was time. She opened her door, turned the bolt and bent down and crawled out into the hallway toward Roger’s apartment. Still on the hallway floor, she reached up and knocked on the door. Roger opened the door and stood aside as Jennifer crawled into his apartment.

“What do we have here, gebze escort Roger?” Jennifer recognized Cameron’s voice.

“Looks like a naked slave to me, Cameron.” Jennifer looked up to see Steve, her very tall black neighbor.

“From where I’m sitting, the slave has a wonderful looking ass.” Jennifer turned to see a neighbor who, along with his wife, had spanked and fingered her during her last adventure with her neighbors.

Jennifer, feeling a bit devilish, wiggled her shapely ass at them.

“Now, Steve. That’s not the part we are going to sample tonight. Slave. Get on your knees.”

Jennifer complied and when she was in position, Roger left the room, returning with a towel and a glass. Jennifer could hear the two other men in the room removing their clothes. Roger spread the large towel in front of Jennifer and placed the glass on the floor.

“We were going to do other things to you tomorrow night. But, since you won’t be available, I put this little party together.” Roger smiled at his companions as he began to undress. “Who wants to go first?”

Cameron moved in front of Jennifer, holding his cock. He pushed forward and Jennifer knew what she had to do. She opened her mouth and began to suck on Cameron’s cock. Jennifer moved her tongue over his cock aa he began to swell. She moved her mouth up and down his shaft, licking the underside of his cock. She had no difficulty taking the entire length of the cock into her mouth. Jennifer thought to herself that she had certainly sucked larger cocks. Cameron moaned as Jennifer continued her sucking and preparing to swallow everything that Cameron gave her. But that didn’t happen.

Cameron pulled out of Jennifer’s mouth before he began to cum. He rubbed his cock, all the time aiming at Jennifer’s face. His first stream hit her in the forehead. The second on her nose and mouth. Cameron wiped his cock on Jennifer’s face, painting her nose and lips with cum. When he pushed his cock against Jennifer’s lips, she opened her mouth and licked him clean.

When she had finished sucking Cameron’s cock clean, she reached for the towel.

“No!” Roger barked. “Leave the towel where it is.”

Jennifer put the towel back and Steve moved forward. Jennifer could see that he had a bigger cock than Roger. Steve moved in front of Jennifer and she opened her mouth when Steve told her to. He pushed his black cock into her. When Jennifer began to move forward, Steve stopped her.

“Just keep your mouth open.” Steve said.

Jennifer kept her mouth open and let Steve do you what he wanted to do. He pushed his cock in slowly and then withdrew. He pushed in and back out, keeping his cock head inside Jennifer’s mouth. Steve didn’t want a blow job, Jennifer thought. He wants to fuck my mouth. Jennifer didn’t move her head as Steve continued his thrusting. When he pushed the entire length of his cock into Jennifer’s mouth, she gagged. She gagged a few times as Steve pushed into her mouth.

Just like Cameron, Steve pulled out and shot his load onto Jennifer’s face. The cum covered her eyes and cheeks. She felt cum drip onto her mouth. Did they want her to leave or should she lick up the cum dripping on her lips? She swiped her tongue across her lips and swallowed what she had licked.

Roger stood in front of her now.

“Start sucking. I want you to do the work.” Roger ordered and Jennifer moved her head forward and took all of Roger’s cock into her mouth.

Roger’s cock got hard quickly. He placed his hand on top of Jennifer’s head, the only place where there wasn’t any cum. Roger tensed as Jennifer took his cock all the way in. Jennifer moved her head back and dragged her tongue over Roger’s cock. He pulled out as his orgasm approached and aimed his cock at Jennifer’s face. His cum hit her in the eyes and nose.

“Nice one, Roger.” Cameron said as Roger finished shooting on Jennifer’s face.

“Take the glass, Jennifer, and collect all the cum from your face.” Roger ordered.

Jennifer took the glass and with her other hand began to scrape the cum off her face and into the glass. Jennifer got as much off her face as she could but her face still felt sticky.

“You know what to do.” Cameron said.

Jennifer brought the glass to her mouth and tipped the contents into her mouth and swallowed. She had swallowed larger loads but never like this. The three men stood in front of Jennifer and without being told to do so, she sucked each one into her mouth to clean off whatever cum remained.

“Crawl back to your apartment.” Roger said sharply.

Jennifer got on her hands and knees and crawled toward the door. She knew the men were staring at her ass as she crawled. She opened the door and crawled into the hallway and back to her apartment.

Jennifer stood up once inside her apartment. She walked to the bathroom to look at her face. The cum had started to dry. She swiped her tongue over her lips and was able to swallow a little bit more. She turned on the tap and washed gümüşhane escort her face before getting into bed. Before she fell asleep, she wondered how many cocks would cum on her face if she was a sex slave. Perhaps she would find out tomorrow night when she met with Rachel and Ginny.

Work dragged on the next day but satisfied that things were well in hand, Jennifer left a bit early, telling Mark she was meeting friends for dinner. Mark looked at her with a “what kind of friends” look. Jennifer patted Mark on the shoulder as she left.

Back home there were no new letters and Jennifer was deciding what to wear. She remembered what Rachel said about being nude and thought something casual would be appropriate. She wondered if Ginny and her would engage in another sexual encounter. The sixty nine at Nancy’s salon was an unexpected pleasure. Jennifer asked herself if submitting to an auction and being the slave of a person or group, subject to their every whim, was really something that she wanted. The answer always came back “yes.” Settling on a matching bra and panty set, slacks and a pullover blouse, Jennifer slipped on her shoes, grabbed a jacket and left for her appointment with Rachel and Ginny. She hailed a cab and twenty minutes later she rang the bell of their house.

Ginny answered the door wearing nothing but a big smile as she stepped aside to let Jennifer enter.

“We thought the front room would be the most comfortable. Would you like a glass of wine?”

“Yes, please.”

Ginny led Jennifer into the front room. Rachel stood up and walked toward Jennifer.

“Good to see you again.” Rachel said as she shook hands with Jennifer. “Come, sit in this chair.” Rachel pointed to a very comfortable looking chair and Jennifer sat down. Ginny brought her a glass of wine. Rachel already had a glass. Ginny also had a glass of wine which she put on an end table next to Rachel. Ginny sat on the floor at Rachel’s feet. Ginny spoke first.

“You are thinking about selling yourself at an auction, is that correct?”

“Yes, it is. I was hoping you could tell me what it was like, what you experienced.”

“Gladly. But first, we would like to know about you, more importantly, what your experiences are and what you like and don’t like to do.” Rachel said.

Jennifer took a deep breath and explained that after her husband died, there was a sexual void in her life. She had slept with men after her loss but that was unfulfilling. She went on to explain that she then found Club 35 and her early experiences there.

“How did you hear about the club?” Ginny asked.

Jennifer explained that she heard about the Club from an employee who was a member and volunteered at the Club as a Dungeon Guard. Jennifer also said that she found out that another member of her staff also attended the Club.

Ginny smiled at Rachel as Jennifer continued. “Both have been very helpful in me discovering this, uh, sexual side of me.”

“Have they dominated you?” Ginny asked.

“The male is gay and more submissive. He has helped put me in bondage and has applied lube to my rear end, but nothing else. He looks out to make sure my limits are respected at the Club. But the other, a female, has dominated me.”

“I met Rachel at work. Like you, I’ve lost my husband but he was always supportive and helped me discover that being submissive, being a slave, was something that I needed. When Rachel bought me it was for one year but when the year was up, I stayed. You are not dominated at work then?”

“No. Only the two I mentioned and one other person at my company know that I am submissive. There is no mention of it at the office.” Jennifer replied.

“Ginny was dominated at work. She worked naked and from time to time, we would dominate her, either by spanking or paddling, or the men would fuck her and she would go down on the women. It was a small office, and Ginny worked naked.”

“Really?” Jennifer asked Ginny almost in awe.

Ginny got up and went to sit in a chair across from Jennifer.

“If someone came into my cubicle, I would swivel on my chair to face them and do this.” Ginny lifted her legs and draped them over the arms of the chair. He pussy lips were spread open. Ginny stayed in the chair and continued. “I love being naked. I very rarely wear clothes, even at family functions. If we go out, I will wear a short jacket that doesn’t hide very much.”

“I do, too. I stay naked at home. I don’t share my home but I keep the curtains open.”

“Well, if you love being naked, you should get that way know.” Rachel said.

Jennifer bent down to slide off her shoes and stood up to pull her blouse over her head. Her slacks came off next. She put her outer garments on the floor next to her chair. Her bra and panties were quickly removed. Jennifer sat down and with her submissiveness taken control of her, she draped her legs over the arms of the chair, exposing her pussy to the view of Rachel and Ginny. izmir escort

“Now that your comfortable, what experiences have you had?” Rachel asked as she stared at Jennifer’s pussy.

Jennifer began to relate her experiences to Rachel and Ginny. She told them of being in the stocks at Club 35 and the heavy whipping she took from Catherine that was followed by an anal gang bang.

“How many guys did you take up your ass?” Ginny asked.

When Jennifer replied that ten cocks had fucked her ass and that she swallowed all ten loads of cum, the two listeners were almost speechless.

“You told me that you like things in your ass when we met at the salon.” Rachel said. “I guess you really do!”

“You mentioned that Ginny likes things in her asshole, too.” Jennifer replied smiling.

“I do, but I’ve never been gang banged by ten cocks in my ass. That’s really incredible.”

Jennifer continued telling of her experiences, and ended with her relating her new experiences with the her neighbor’s.

“So when Nancy mentioned that she had a client who had been sold at an auction, I was, well to be honest, quite turned on. Can you tell me how this happened and what took place and, most importantly, is it safe? I mean, I don’t want to be kidnapped or anything like that.”

Ginny and Rachel laughed.

“It’s quite the tale and we will tell you everything you want to know. We have even alerted someone to the possibility of you auctioning yourself. I would want him to arrange it if you decide to do it.” Rachel said. “But let’s have another glass of wine and I’m sure you would like to stretch your legs. You have been sitting with your pussy on display for over an hour.” Rachel said.

Jennifer and Ginny got up from their chairs and stretched while Rachel took the wine glasses and refilled them. Ginny walked up to Jennifer and put her arms around her.

“You’re really quite beautiful.” Ginny said as she drew Jennifer close, their tits rubbing against each other. When Ginny kissed her, Jennifer open her mouth and let Ginny’s tongue caress the inside of her mouth.

“Now, now.” Rachel said as she put the wine glasses down. “None of that or I will have to spank the two of you.”

“I hope so!” Jennifer replied. Ginny giggled.

Now, it was Ginny’s turn to talk. She told Jennifer about the games she and her late husband played and that eventually led to Ginny telling him about her fantasy of being an auctioned sex slave. She told Jennifer about meeting Jonathan who arranged the first auction and the other times Ginny was sold.

“Sorry to interrupt, but is that the person you mentioned earlier?” Jennifer asked.

“Yes, same one. Anyway, I was sold for three days, then again for a week. It was after that time I met Rachel and began to be dominated at work. To be truthful, I loved it.”

Ginny spent the next hour telling Jennifer about the rest of her experiences and how Rachel came to own Ginny.

“So, are you only dominated by Rachel now?” Jennifer asked. Both women smiled and it was Rachel who replied.

“Oh no, we still see friends and people who love to dominate Ginny. The only things that are different are the fact that we love and care for each other and that there are no more auctions for Ginny. But I must say, Jennifer, I am intrigued by your story of being fucked in the ass by ten men. I may have to have Ginny experience that!”

Ginny looked wide eyed at Rachel. “Whatever you wish, Mistress.” Ginny said softly.

“Now, Jennifer. What would you not allow to happen to your during an auction?” Rachel asked.

“The same limits I have at Club 35. No name calling or name calling humiliation. I may behave like a slut but I am not one. Nothing that will break any laws. I’ve learned that I can take a good amount of punishment but I don’t want to be permanently marked or pierced.”

“My goodness! That’s the same as me!” Ginny said. “Maybe we were separated at birth.” Ginny laughed.

“For a first timer, how long do you think I should sell myself for?”

“It was a long weekend for me, then a week. I would suggest either of those. The people who would bid on you would be known and screened. You would have to have someone deliver you to the auction site and pick you up at the appointed time.” Rachel said. “And, you will be naked the entire time.”

“I love being naked and I have someone who can take me and pick me up.”

“Ginny. Our guest looks like she could use some relief the way she keeps touching her pussy. Go eat her while I get some toys. Do you want to play, Jennifer?”

“Oh, yes please!”

Ginny began to crawl toward Jennifer as Rachel left the room. Ginny stopped in front of Jennifer, her face inches away from Jennifer’s spread pussy.

“I hope you do the auction. I was so turned on during my sale and the time with the winning bidders was more than I ever expected.”

Jennifer didn’t answer. Ginny began to take long licks along Jennifer’s slit, sucking Jennifer’s clit into her mouth. Jennifer threw her head back and let Ginny pleasure her. Ginny placed her hands against Jennifer’s hips and pulled Jennifer closer to her mouth. Jennifer moaned as Ginny continued to lap up all of Jennifer’s juices. Neither woman noticed that Rachel had returned to the room.

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Eric sat in a chair at the end of the bed, his legs straight out and spread apart on the bed. Erica lay on the bed, her feet resting in the space between his legs. He’d given her his best foot rub, he’d told her his boringest stories, he’d shushed her repeatedly when she tried to start conversations, offered her pills that the psychologist had conjured from a doctor friend of his, done everything he could think of to help her sleep. The door to the outer room was ajar, and though it was dark out there, he knew John was on duty, watching the parking lot and street, monitoring PD radio traffic, scouring the internet for information. The full moon was shining in through the bedroom window. Erica wouldn’t let him pull the curtains. Even now, he could see the sliver of light reflected in her open eyes as she stared at the ceiling, or gazed out the window.

He sighed, conceding defeat. Her determination to avoid the demons that awaited her in dreams was far greater than his meager offerings to induce sleep. “Erica?” he said softly, and saw her head turn toward him, though she didn’t say anything. He assumed that was in retaliation for all the times he had shushed her earlier in the night. “When you… come, climax, you hum. What is the music? I don’t recognize it.”

She was silent for a long moment, then she began humming so softly he wasn’t sure it wasn’t just an echo from earlier in the evening. She hummed longer, more tunefully than he’d heard before, though still so softly, he could barely make it out, and had no hope of recognizing it, though a vague plan formed in his mind to search through her playlists and he set his mind to remember the nuances of the tune. When her humming faded softly, slowly away, she spoke quietly and he strained to hear. “I don’t know. Something very old, I think. I can almost hear the words, and yet…”

“It doesn’t matter,” he said quickly, afraid he’d given her something else to obsess about instead of sleeping. She abruptly sat up and he groaned inwardly. “Really, it doesn’t matter. I know you don’t want to do any more remembering tonight. I was just curious…”

But she was staring off into the distance, one side of her face bathed in the white moonlight. “A song, a lullaby that mama would sing, in the old language.” She pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them, curling into what he’d come to recognize as a defensive ball. She was trying to keep the memories at bay, and she wouldn’t uncurl until she’d opened the door and let them in.

“Do you remember any of the words?” he asked, hoping to let the memory gently unfurl. Instead, her brow furrowed and she began breathing fast and shallow.

“Da didn’t allow those words. They were bad words,” she added in her little girl voice. He was trying to imagine a vulgar lullaby, until she added, “Bad, old words! Get my whip!”

“No, Kate,” he said in a rush. “You didn’t say the bad words. You were a good girl.”

“Mama?” she called. Then screaming, “Mama! Please don’t die! Mama!” she cried, and began crawling across the bed.

He caught at her arms. “Mama’s okay, Kate. She’s fine.”

“No,” she moaned, struggling weakly against his grip. “I have to protect her. Mama, I’m coming. Don’t hurt her anymore. Hit me! I was singing. I sang the bad words. Hit me! Da, please! Hit me!”

Eric twisted onto the bed and pulled her into his lap, holding her tightly despite her struggles. “Da can’t hurt your mama anymore, Erica. Your mama is gone. Da can’t hurt you anymore. We’re going to see to that. You’re not dreaming. You’re not having a nightmare. You are remembering. But those memories all happened in the past. This is here and this is now. And you are strong enough to fight your way through to a new life.”

Her breathing was still way too fast, but she gradually stopped struggling and it was Erica’s voice that finally said, “I’m okay. But I want to remember,” she added softly. “I want to relearn that song.”

“Done. I have a friend who’s a whiz with any software, and I know there’s stuff out there that can recognize a song from just a few notes.”

“Can we call him tomorrow?” she asked, with a trace of the little girl voice.

“You got it. If you promise to sleep.” He felt her tense up. “Try. If you promise to try to sleep. Deal?”

She shook her head against his chest. “I can’t, I won’t. I’m sorry,” she added sadly.

“You’ve slept before, when I’ve held you.”

She nodded. “You keep me from flying apart. When the pressure builds,” she whispered.

He sighed, but he curled his arm under her legs and lifted her, moving to the head of the bed and settling her back into his lap. She snuggled against him and fell asleep.

****

Erica awoke to the sound of quiet voices in the outer room. Eric was softly snoring, still leaning against the headboard. She carefully pulled his arms away and crawled off the bed, trying not to wake him. She tiptoed into the outer room. The psychologist was back, discussing something with Joann at the table. They both looked up at her, and Joann rose. “I’ll get you some coffee.”

Erica raised a finger to her lips, then noticed karaman escort Joann’s eyes flick over her shoulder. She turned to find Eric standing right behind her, grinning. “You were asleep,” she insisted. “I heard you snoring.”

He shrugged. “Do you want real food for breakfast or that squirrel food?” he asked.

“I’ll have granola, thank you.” He gave a dramatic shudder, but went to get it for her.

“We have pictures we’d like you to look at,” Templar said from his seat at the table. Erica eyed him warily. She hadn’t gone any closer since stepping out of the bedroom and didn’t really want to, but Joann was putting a coffee cup in her hand and using it to tug her toward the table. She went along, more to follow the aroma of the fresh coffee than any desire to go through more memory testing. Templar pulled a file folder over in front of him. “Now these pictures…”

Erica shook her head emphatically. “No! First you tell me about Juan. Did you find him? Catch him at the airport? Something? Please tell me he’s not still out there.”

There was silence in the room and Erica backed up a step from the table. “She’s right,” Eric said, looking slightly puzzled. “They must know something by now.” He started to pull his phone out, but Joann laid a hand on his arm.

“That won’t be necessary,” she said quietly. “Can you get Erica her granola?”

For once, Eric looked even more annoyed than Erica. “What have we heard,” he said softly, though the demand in his voice was unmistakable.

Joann looked at the psychologist, who looked at Erica. “Please sit down.”

“You’ll tell me?” she bargained.

“Yes. And you will be calm and listen.” Erica frowned but sat, pulling her coffee cup closer. Templar was watching her closely as he spoke. “There was an FBI agent on the plane. Young, blonde, looked like you, at least to a degree.”

“I was told the plan,” Erica said impatiently.

“They found her body an hour ago. In an alley in Dubai.” Eric’s hand was suddenly resting on her shoulder, offering comfort. Erica had gone pale, but said nothing, staring at the tabletop.

If Templar was waiting for her to break the silence, he finally gave up. “I know what you’re thinking,” he said.

“Do you really?” she snapped bitterly, without looking up from the table.

“You’re thinking she’s dead because of you. You’re thinking you should have been the one on that plane.”

“And what should I be thinking?” Erica demanded.

“That you would be the body in the alley if you’d been on that plane.” Erica rolled her eyes and tried to stand, but Eric’s hand on her shoulder gripped tighter, holding her gently but firmly in place.

“Hear him out,” he murmured.

“What? So he can tell me I did the right thing getting some poor girl killed in my place?” She was gesturing wildly, so he rescued her cup holding it aside.

“I’m not going to tell you that,” Templar said. “And I’m not going to tell you that she knew the risks, or that it was her job to put her life on the line. You don’t need platitudes or rationalizations from me. And I don’t need for you to hear them. I need for you to help me put this asshole away for good. Starting with these pictures.”

“Yeah, that’ll have him behind bars in no time,” she drawled. “Where’s my fucking granola?”

Eric’s hand tensed on her shoulder, but then he retrieved the bowl and set it and the coffee cup in front of her. Templar selected a picture and slid it across the table toward her. Erica tossed it back at him. “That’s Juan. You mean to tell me you weren’t even sure what he looked like? Fucking A!”

“Please look at it again,” Templar suggested, sliding back toward her. Erica shrugged, spooning up her granola. “This was taken four years before you met him on the university campus.”

“So?”

“What’s different?” he asked patiently.

She sighed. “He was a lot leaner then. And he wore his hair short and spikey with light streaks. Now it’s more like a shaggy mop. He thinks it makes him look artistic if he doesn’t comb it.”

“Yet you recognized him instantly.”

“Well, yeah,” she said, with just a tiny doubt creeping into her voice.

“Like maybe you had seen him when he looked like this?” he suggested, tapping the picture. Erica frowned at the picture and gave an uncertain shake of her head. “Let’s put this one over here for a moment,” he said, sliding it to one side of the table. Erica concentrated on her granola again as he pulled another picture out. “I will tell you right up front that some of these pictures you would have no reason to recognize. What we call an experimental control.”

“Like a police lineup,” she said impatiently. “Just get on with it.”

He put another photograph in front of her. It was of an older man, wearing a suit. Her brow furrowed, then she shook her head. “I don’t know him,” she said, sitting back with her coffee cup.

“You looked like you were remembering something,” he said.

“You’re trying to influence my answers? Doesn’t that throw your controls out the window?” she challenged.

Templar smiled. kars escort “Call it doctor privilege.”

“I doubt a defense lawyer would see it that way.”

His smile faded somewhat. “Just look again, please.”

Erica sighed and sat forward, looking again, then closing her eyes. “I see books,” she said softly.

“Like accounting books?” Templar asked.

“Just books,” she replied impatiently.

Eric sat at the end of the table. “The man who brought you books? That you hid under your bed?” Templar threw him a dirty look, but Erica only shrugged.

“I don’t know. Maybe. Look. If these are supposed to be my customers, or whatever, I’m not going to be able to help you much. When I was ‘entertaining,’ the lights were dimmed and they were supposed to do me from behind. You know, like a bitch dog.” She threw a scowl at Eric even before he could reprimand her terminology. Templar pulled the photo away.

“Let’s look at some more pictures,” Templar suggested, and Erica wondered if his apparent irritation was real, or a calculated attempt to evoke a reaction from her. He stacked three more pictures in front of her that she just shrugged at. The fourth, though, froze her, even though the picture was grainy, like one caught from a surveillance video.

The silence hung in the air, until Erica finally pushed her granola away, still staring at the picture. “Da,” she whispered.

“This was from around the time you would have last seen him,” Templar said quietly.

Erica shuddered and closed her eyes. She stood suddenly, grabbing up her coffee cup. “I don’t know why you need me to remember this. You were there. Cops were everywhere. You knew more about what was going on than I did.” She pushed past Joann who was offering to get her more coffee and went around the counter to pour her own. She didn’t notice Templar discouraging Joann and Eric from following her, but the relief she felt as the distance from them increased eased her breathing, until she could turn and face them across the counter. “What do you want from me?” she asked plaintively.

“You’re right,” Templar agreed. “We weren’t there, specifically, but many people were. There were numerous reports that we can work from, to help you remember…”

“Why?” she demanded.

“Because remembering this will help you remember other things, events where there weren’t other witnesses. People, associates of Reznick that might know where he is now. Places where he’s been that he might have gone back to.”

She glanced at the photo where it still lay on the table. “He never went back,” she said quietly, then frowned at her coffee and turned to look in the refrigerator for cream. She found a carton of mocha creamer and topped off the cup, then found a spoon to stir it. She was still stirring when Templar prodded again.

“What does that mean, ‘never went back?'”

“It’s what he would tell Mama. We could never go back to the old country, the old ways, the old language. He would tell me, always go toward the bigger, brighter, shinier. When I was little, each year, our Christmas tree had to be taller, each year he would add another string of lights, buy more decorations, even in bad years.” She fell silent as she stared back into a past only she could see. “Even after…” She closed her eyes in pain. “When he brought me back, when I was too old to please him, he would still bring my upstairs to show me the Christmas tree. How much bigger and brighter it was.” Her eyes flicked to Templar and quickly away again. “You should look for him in LA,” she said, entirely focused on her coffee once more. “Hollywood was the biggest, brightest place he could imagine.”

Templar moved the photo of Reznick over by the ones of Juan and the accountant. “Please, Erica. Come and look at more pictures,” he said.

She rolled her eyes, but slowly rounded the counter and sank back down in the chair, hugging her coffee. Templar slowly pulled each photo out, watching her reactions closely. Most of them, she simply shook her head at, one she gave a slight shrug and whispered, maybe. Templar put it aside with the other ones she’d picked out. Eric watched as she seemed to shrink in her seat. “What is it about that one?” he asked gently. “What are you remembering?”

“Pain,” she said faintly, refusing to look back at the photo. “I think maybe he was especially cruel.” She stared into her empty cup. “Some of them just, you know, hit me with things because Da insisted. I would have to… beg them to hit me harder, so that I could bear to be touched by them, after. But a few…” She couldn’t help it. Her eyes slid to the photo again and she cringed with a soft intake of breath. “Some, all they cared about was the hitting. The hurting. They didn’t even want to touch me, after.”

“Erica,” Templar said, calling her back to the present. “This one, he’s dead. He died in the shootout when they raided your Da’s place.”

“Good,” she snarled. “I hope he died painfully.”

Joann was prying her coffee cup out of her tight fingers. “Let me get you some more,” she said softly.

Erica shook herself kıbrıs escort and straightened in the chair. She looked at Eric. “When can we call your friend about the song?” she asked.

Templar interrupted. “I just have one more photo I want you to look at, for now. All right?”

Erica sighed dramatically and shrugged. Templar laid the last photo on top of the pile in front of her. Erica glanced at it, then did a double take. “I don’t understand,” she complained, pushing the whole pile away. “I thought this was about memories.”

“Do you know this person?” Templar asked, glancing at the back of the photo.

“It’s a friend of Juan’s,” she exclaimed, getting up to find Joann with her coffee. She rounded the counter as Joann handed her the cup. “Is that one of your experimental controls,” she said with more than a hint of sarcasm.

“Erica, can you look again? More closely,” he asked, though there was a tone of command in his voice that annoyed her.

Eric took the picture and handed it across the counter to her as Joann moved away to give her more space. “His name is Victor or Vincent, something like that,” she said immediately handing it back. Eric read the back of the photo.

“This was taken six years ago,” he told her.

Erica shrugged. “He hasn’t changed much, then. He’s like, late thirties maybe. Older than Juan. He lives here in Seattle.”

“How did you meet him?” Eric asked.

She grimaced. “Juan took me to a party at his house. A BDSM party.”

“Where does he live?” Eric asked, trying to control the excitement in his voice.

She just shrugged, more intent on savoring her coffee. “I don’t know. Juan made me wear a blindfold on the way there, then a collar and leash when we were inside. He…”

“What?” Eric and Templar both prompted at once, though for different reasons.

Erica had just become aware of their inordinate interest in this recent memory and stared at them, trying to figure out the significance. “Just tell us about the party,” Joann said, sitting at the counter across from her, trying to capture her attention away from the men. Erica’s eyes drifted to her, then fell to the countertop.

“It was after the awful club we’d gone to. Juan told me he was going to take me to this party, and I started to have a panic attack. He hit me a couple of times, but that just made it worse, and finally, he promised me he wouldn’t let anybody touch me, if I would promise to behave. You know, like a slave. He said if I didn’t, he would take me anyway and tie me to a St Andrews cross and let everybody touch me.” She shifted restlessly from foot to foot. “So anyway, he had me strip and put on these stiletto heels and put my collar on. He loved to watch me lock a collar on my own neck and hand him the key,” she said with a shudder. “Then we went out to the car and he put the blindfold on me.”

“He drove you to the party naked?” Joann asked.

She nodded. “He liked to tell me about who was looking at me. Like that the guy in the next car was staring at me and jacking off. Things like that. I don’t know if it was true or he was making it up, but…” she shrugged helplessly. “So, at the party, he took the blindfold off. I made sure I followed behind him and kept my eyes down and called him Master, knelt next to him when he sat, all of that. I was afraid if I wasn’t perfect, he’d, well…” She glanced around the room as if looking for an escape, but eventually settled back on Joann’s sympathetic eyes and continued the story.

“Sometimes he called me his pet and fed me little bites of food, but mostly he ignored me or he was showing me off to someone; making me… pose. I heard people ask how much he wanted, or if they could try me out, like at the club, but he kept his promise and always told them no. I heard more talk like that, about other women at the party. There was a lot a scening going on. I thought they were like, prostitutes, you know? Only into BDSM. But I guess, maybe, they were being sold, after what you told me about Juan.” She rubbed angrily at her eyes. “I was so stupid.”

“You had no frame of reference,” Joann said softly.

“Really? After everything you’ve made me remember?”

“Erica, memory or no, when you’re that deep inside something, you can’t possibly see the whole.” The men had gone unnaturally quiet, letting Erica focus on the only other woman in the room. “Can you tell us more about the party? When did you meet Victor or Vincent?”

She drew a deep breath. “He was there, off and on, all night. He spent a lot of time talking to Juan, very quietly. They often stepped away from me. That’s how I got a pretty good look at him. I would steal glimpses, when Juan’s back was to me. I guess, looking back, maybe they were discussing business,” she added doubtfully.

“What was he like?”

Erica scowled. “He would pat me on the head, like I was a dog, and then Juan would laugh when I’d try to control my reaction. I think it became a game with them, later in the evening, like Juan had asked him to try to provoke me into misbehavior.” She shook herself, trying to get back to the question. “He had a bit of an accent. Maybe Germanic or Eastern European. I don’t know. He and Juan always spoke English, but I know that Juan speaks some Eastern languages, so…” she shrugged. “There were a few times that Juan spoke Spanish, I think with men that he worked with, but I was afraid to look too closely.”

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The pain from bite on her throat zipped down her spinal cord like an electric jolt and vibrated over her clit. Arousal clenched all the wee muscles in her core as fluid gushed. She lowered herself even further on his huge cock, stretching her ass wider. The sting of the bite drowned the fiery burn of little used muscles being pushed past their limits. Her head dropped back as she fought to maintain control of her body and let herself adjust to his girth.

It was the third time in eight hours he’d been inside her.

The first time…

Jessica opened the door to see him standing there, filling the entire doorway. Seven years had passed since their last encounter. Matching grins creased their faces a split second before she’d launched herself at him. She kissed him until she could feel his entire ten and a half inch cock pressed against her belly, hard as a rock. They’d barely gotten the door closed and locked before she was tearing at his clothes.

Steve decided to remind her who was in charge. He tossed her up against the wall and slid one hand down her body, his other holding her lightly by her throat. Her fingers stilled then dropped to her hips to help him push the capris and panties down. His hand dipped between her legs and slid through the slickness of her to find her heated core. He groaned into her mouth as he found her soaked and ready.

Her clothes slid to her ankles and she stepped out of them as he dragged her to the couch and pushed her face first over the back of it. Steve pulled himself free of his jeans, kicked her ankles apart and eased his way into her. Jessica writhed as her body, tight and closed after years of nothing but slim dildos, spread open with difficulty to accept a cock that was almost as fat as a pop can.

Finally he was buried inside of her. Both of them shuddered as he stopped and stood there a moment. She knew then, with absolute certainty that he was her One, that there’d never truly been anyone else. He knew it too; this was where he belonged, with this girl wrapping him up in her love.

He grinned and slapped her ass, enjoying the ripples as her flesh moved under the impact and a red imprint of his hand formed. “Hello, my lover, I’m Home.”

Jessica could hear the capital H in his voice and she grinned as she folded her arms to support her head on the seat of the fluffy, slightly overstuffed couch. “Hi Daddy.” She tightened her muscles around his cock and was rewarded with a moan.

“Naughty girl.” He slapped her again and pulled back, almost all the way out. Then he slid back in, grinding his teeth to keep from driving into her with this second stroke. He was almost buried in her again when she whimpered and wriggled, teasing every inch of him with that slick heat gripping him so tightly. He was buried once more and inching back out, his fingers digging into her hips so hard his nail beds were white, when she made the I’m-going-to-cum noise and her pussy flooded with hot juices.

“Oh no, not yet. You don’t cum until I say so.” He pulled out then slammed in hard.

Jessica whimpered at his words. “Yes Daddy.” He bottomed out when he slide home and she yelped. The sharp pain dissolved the moment he moved again. He started fucking her with short strokes, using half his cock, in order to rub the crown against her g-spot over and over. She writhed, the fingers of one hand going to her clit.

Steve drove home then stopped moving and bent over her. He wrapped one hand around her throat and pulled her head up. As he savaged her mouth with a searing kiss he braced himself with the other hand and moved his hips again. Small but strong strokes pounded her. He swallowed her cries of pleasure for a moment then decided he wanted to hear them.

He stood, gripped her hip with one hand and the opposite shoulder with the other and fucked her hard. When he could feel his balls start to tighten up he ground his teeth to hold on to his control and spoke through them. “Cum Jessica, cum all over my cock. Now!”

At kilis escort his words, Jessica released the iron grip she’d had on her orgasm and growled. Her pussy gripped him tight as she pinched her clit and revelled in all that was her Daddy. The first orgasm crashed through her, ripping down walls and blowing up her defences. She sobbed as the second one washed through in a healing wave.

The third took Steve by surprise. Her body bucked back against him and he lost control and roared as his orgasm was torn from him. It pulsed through his cock, splashing her insides with wave after wave of cum. Their fluids slthered down her legs as they both dropped forward over the back of the couch. When Steve realized he was crushing his girl he stood up and slid out of her. Their pleasure gushed from her, splashing her inner thighs and dripping on the floor.

Jessica giggled. “Hi Daddy.”

“Hello Jess-i-ca.” Steve drawled out her name in the way that made her grin. “Don’t suppose you have lunch ready?” He helped her stand, catching her when her legs wobbled.

“Almost, just have to cook the chicken.” She made a little face as the cum began to dry. “May I clean up first, please?”

Steve considered the matter; he liked his pleasure dripping from her. He also wanted her naked but hot oil splatter on breasts didn’t work anymore than trails of cum on the floor. “You may, little honey, but you had better only put a t-shirt on.”

“Yes Daddy.” She hurried off as fast as the wobbly legs could take her and disappeared into the bathroom.

Steve sat on the couch, his cock limp against his jeans. He wriggled out of them and decided to wash up as soon as she was done. He looked around her apartment, nodding at the pale yellow walls, smiling at the pictures of her family all over the place. He got up to look at the oil paintings then studied the huge library of movies. When he heard the bathroom door open he turned just in time to see a flash of pale flesh.

Jessica put on a soft cotton sleep shirt, one that just barely covered her ass, then hurried into the kitchen. She pulled the marinating chicken out and heated the oil in the pan. While she was cooking she lost herself in the feelings of her pussy twitching as it tried to come to terms with the size of her Daddy’s cock. Even this long after, she was still feeling the stretch.

Steve came back out to find her standing over the stove, feet apart, slightly wider than her shoulders, metal tongs in one hand as she turned the chicken breasts. He admired the long length of her legs. His girl was tall, at almost 5’9″ but she was still small to him. He loved the bit of weight life, children and age had put on her. He liked the small lines around her eyes, the laugh lines at her mouth. He adored the strands of silver in her hair. She was his and to him she was perfect in all her complications and curves.

Jessica studied the big man while they ate. He’d started shaving his head a few years before their reunion and she liked it. She’d never known him with a lot of hair anyway. He was sitting there shirtless and she wanted nothing more than to rub her face on his furry chest. Her big bear of a Daddy towered over her at 6’7″ and she loved it. She felt small and safe. He was sixteen years older than her and that’s one reason he was Daddy. The other was that he’d always taken care of her. It was as simple as that. She didn’t need to regress to be his little girl, it was just fact and as natural as breathing. To her, he was perfect.

“Do you want to take a nap when we’re done, Daddy?”

“Yes, I think so. That last drive was a long one.” He took a drink of the ice water and studied his empty plate. “This was very good, honey. Thank you for cooking for me.” He’d watched her set the table, placing each piece just so on the place mats she’d purchased in Niagara Falls. He’d been astounded when she had put his drink and plate on a tray, stripped her shirt and picked up the tray.

His little girl had knelt beside him and set the tray on the floor to her right. She’d spread her thighs and straightened her back then picked up his drink. She’d pressed the glass lightly to her core, shivering at the chill, then slid it up her body to her heart where she’d paused, closed her eyes and kırklareli escort said something under her breath. He had watched as she lifted the glass to her mouth and kissed the rim before lifting it to him, one hand under the base as the other held it steady.

“Your drink Daddy,” she’d said, “may it refresh you and slake the thirst acquired on your journey.” She’d held it there until he took it. Then she had picked up his plate and lifted it over her head too. “Your lunch. Your girl hopes it eases your hunger and that it pleases your tongue as much as it pleased me to cook it for you.”

Again she’d held the object until he took it from her. Then she had stayed there on her knees until he told her to get up. Only then did she put her shirt back on and sit down to eat her lunch.

Afterwards, she cleared the table and started the dishes. He watched her for a long moment, thinking, then his eyes strayed down her legs and back up again, lingering at the frayed hem of the tee as it brushed against her with every movement.

Unbelievably, he felt his cock harden again.

The second time…

Jessica squeaked as she was snatched from behind. Arms locked around her waist and a hard cock pressed into her back. His huge hands cupped her heavy breasts as she watched. She was amazed how her double-Ds turned into itty bitty titties in his hands. Then he pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger and she forgot to think anymore. Her head dropped back against his chest and she twisted it slightly, offering her mouth for his kisses as she blindly reached out to turn the water off.

She was gratified when he took her mouth hard. His tongue plundered her mouth and she sucked on it. He groaned and the sound filled her with a smug, heady arousal; she knew that only she made him this hot, that it’d always been her, just as he’d always been the only one for her. The Goddess knew she’d tried to forget him, he was out of her reach, but something would always bring him to mind within days of her managing to put him in a closet in her mind. It would always take weeks to get him back into that closet again, sometimes months.

Jessica turned in his arms and slid her hands over his chest. One hand curled around the back of his neck while the other slipped down his belly until she could wrap her fingers around his cock. He was hard, ready for her, and by the rasp of his breathing, he wanted to be in her just as much as she wanted him in her.

Both hands went behind her and she hopped up onto the counter, breaking the kiss. She stared at him with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, revelling in the look of love and lust on his face, and wrapped her legs around his waist. She locked her ankles and pulled him close. He wrapped one big hand around his erection and guided it into her. Then he drove in deep so hard she slammed into the cupboards with first her shoulders then her head.

Steve reached up and cradled her head in one hand as he bent to nibble her ear. She tightened her legs around his waist and rocked her hips towards him. Jessica gloried in the groan of need she got from him then gasped in the next breath as he pulled out and slammed into her again.

Once again she turned her mouth up, offering it to him. As she kissed him and he kissed her she had a fleeting thought about the strange duet they had going on. They were fucking each other hard with their bodies but they made love with their mouths. All the years they’d loved each other were poured into that kiss. They stole each other’s breath and gave it back over and over. They melted into each other, one heart, one mind, one soul.

As his hips moved like pistons, fucking her as hard as he could, the cupboard doors banged and punctuated each stroke. Jessica was sure that she was going to end up with bruises across her shoulder blades but she simply didn’t give a damn. She fucked him back as hard as she was able. Her nails dragged up his back as her first orgasm hit, marking him as hers. She screamed into his mouth and he laughed in delight, tearing his mouth from her so he could watch her face.

Jessica forced her eyes open so she could watch him as his pleasure peaked. He dropped his hands to her hips and thrust harder as his balls tightened again and the orgasm karabük escort was torn from some place deep inside him. Her head hit the cupboard again as he slammed into her one last time. She didn’t care. She watched him cum, each pulse of his orgasm triggering another one of hers and wringing cries from her throat.

He rested his forehead on the cupboard door, so close she could feel his breath on her neck. She stroked his sweaty body with her fingertips.

“This moment, right now, right here, this is what all the mistakes I’ve made, everything we’ve been through as led to. This is where I belong.”

Steve lifted his head and searched her face for the truth of her words. When he found it he smiled and stepped back, pulling from her reluctantly and dragging a gasp from both of them.

“Well, little girl, I’m home now. The past is done and gone.” He held his hand out to her and led her to the bedroom. Which in turn led to…

The third time…

The bite on her throat zipped down her spinal cord like an electric jolt and vibrated over her clit. Arousal clenched all the wee muscles in her core as fluid gushed. She lowered herself even further on his huge cock, stretching her ass wider. The sting of the bite drowned the fiery burn of little used muscles being pushed past their limits. Her head dropped back as she fought to maintain control of her body and let herself adjust to his girth.

Steve left a mark on her throat to match the ones on her breasts. He groaned. “Baby, I don’t know how much more I can take. You’re too tight.”

Jessica was barely able to speak. They’d gotten to this point after hours of petting that moved into light bondage that graduated into spanking that became experimenting with her canes. She was deep in subspace and barely coherent. She was open, pliant and willing to do anything to please him. She forced the words from her mind to her lips as she lowered herself further. “Please Daddy…just a little more.”

Steve surprised himself with the growl that formed deep in his chest. He had a primal urge to force her down over his cock. His fingers dug into her, one hand in her hair, tightening until she gasped in pain. The other hand gripped her hip hard enough to leave bruises. “Come on baby.” This was new to him too, no woman had ever been …he didn’t know… brave enough before. She was so tight around him he felt like she was milking him.

Jessica was all about the sensations. The tearing pain as he pulled her hair allowed her to drop another inch and it just fuelled her arousal. His fingers in her hip were a mark of possession to the mind so far gone with her need to serve and be pleasing. It too fuelled her arousal. The growl almost made her cum. The headspace she was in was animal, primitive. She opened her eyes and stared at him as she relaxed her thighs and dropped down on him until she was settled deep in his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist, his cock buried to the hilt in her ass.

Both of them shuddered in reaction. He released her hair and put his hand on her chest, pushing her back until she was braced on her arms. He ran his hand down the middle of her body until he brushed his thumb over her clit. She gasped and jerked then decided she liked that feeling and moved her hips. Steve reached for the little pocket rocket and turned it on.

With one hand splayed over her pelvis, guiding her even as he let her set the rhythm, he held her in place. With the other one he pressed the vibrator to her, just above her clit. Her instant response gratified him. Her back arched and her mouth opened in a silent scream as her rhythm faltered. He groaned as her ass tightened on his cock, nearly losing control. He needed one more thing from her.

“Cum for me little girl.” He pressed the vibe directly to her clit and rolled it back and forth a little. She reacted immediately. A long wordless wail burst from her as he forced an orgasm from her. Fluids gushed over his pelvis as she rode his cock, her ass tightening around him over and over. He ground his teeth together and tried to get one more from her before he let go.

It almost worked. Steve rolled the vibe over her clit one more time and as she bucked, screaming, his orgasm was ripped from him. With each throb, she came again. His lap was soaked by the time he dragged his hand away from her. He caught her just before she tumbled backwards. Cradling her against his chest he rolled them onto his back, gratified when she moved her legs, leaving his cock buried in her until it softened.

Jessica stirred just enough to say, “Welcome home Daddy.”

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yengem beni cok sasirttiherkese merhabalar.bundan yaklasik 2 sene evvel sicak bir temmuz gunundeydik.gunlerden pazar ve sabah saatlerinde evde bir kosusturmaca yasaniyor bunu yatagimda yatarken yari uykulu bir sekilde hissediyordum.saat 9’a gelmisti.yatagimdan kalkip elimi yuzumu yikamaya lavaboya giderken,hayrola bu neyin telasi boyle diye sordum uvey abime.uvey abim dugune gidecez ya oglum koye ne cabuk unuttun deyip beni tersledi.o zaman jeton dusmustu koyde bir akrabanin dugunu vardi bugun.benimde hic gidesim yoktu zaten.3 katli olan evimizde birinci katinda kiracilar ikinci katinda biz ucuncu katinda ise uvey abim ve yengem kaliyorlardi.yaklasik 14 sene evli olmalarina ragmen cocuklari olmuyordu.sorun uvey abimdeydi bunu herkes biliyordu.yengem selma ise eve gelin geldiginden bu yana ilgimi cekerdi ne yalan soylim.yemgen 39 yasinda uzun boylu 1.70 i askin,j.lopez gibi kici olan gogusleri avuclayinca avuclardan tasacak kadar buyuklukte ve en onemlisi kapali bir bayandi.seneler once bir kere tesaduf eseri gormustum saclarini siyah ve gayet uzundu.simdi nasildi saclari hic fikrim yoktu.yengem gun icinde evde basinda turban her zaman uzun kollu bir penye ve hani o klasik basma fistan dedigimiz gunluk uzun eteklerinden giyerdi.yengemi gun icinde bu sekilde gormek bile beni heyacanlandiriyordu.o uzun eteginin altindaki muhtesem bombeli kicinin yururken aldigi gorunus yokmu beni bitiriyordu.neyse ben ev ahalisine dugune gelmicegimi soyledim.biraz soylenip soylenip gittiler.ohh be dedim nihayet evde yalnizim.bunlar gece vaktine kadar gelmezler.kendime bir kahve yapip balkona gectim.yaktim sigaramida kahvemle beraber keyif yapmaya basladim balkonda.yaklasik 5dk falan gecmisti sigaram bitmis iceri gecerken pat yengem ust katta pencereye cikti etrafi seyrediyordu.tabi sasirdim haliyle ben yengemi dugune gitti biliyordum.-yenge sen dugune gitmedinmi?-yok gitmedim biraz rahatsizim kendimi iyi hissetmiyorum-gecmis olsun yapabilecegim bisey olursa ben evdeyim simdilik-sagol tamam deyip hafif gulumsediama biz konusmalari yaparken yengemle, benim aklimda yengemin penceredeki domalmis hali donup duruyordu.yengemi o durumda gormem lazimdi hazir evdede kimse yoktu deyip hizla iceri gectim ve merdivenlere yoneldim.sessizce merdivenleri ciktim ohh kapi acikti ve iceri girdim usulca.oturma odasinin girisine kadar gelip durdum.kalbim kut kut atiyordu,kafami hafifce uzatip yengemin oldugu pencereye dogru baktim.offf manzara muthisdi!yengem pencereye dirseklerini koymus kadife perdenin altindan gecerek ve iyice domalmisti.kendimi zor zaptediyordum acikcasi.yengemin o bombeli gotu kabak gibi cikmis yengem ayaklarini oynattikca o muhtesem gotunun manzarasi azda olsa degisiyordu.tabi benim yarrak bayrak diregi gibi oluverdi hemen.saatlerce yengemi boyle seyredebilirdim.uzun eteginin arka kismi yengem bacaklarini oynatinca got yarigina giriyor beni iyice dellendiriyordu.aniden ilginc birsey oldu yengem sol elini amina atip oksamaya basladi?!noluyoruz falan derken bendeki adrenalin tavan yapiyordu artik.yengem resmen amini parmakliyor oksuyordu!birkac dakika yengemin amini oksayisini seyre dalarken yengemin perdenin altindan cikma girisimini gormemle yan odaya gecmem bir oldu.ucuz kurtulmustum resmen.ben yan odadayken yengem direk evin kapisina gidip kapatti ve kilitledi.aha dedim kendime kaldin icerde.cikmasina cikardim anahtar kapinin ustundeydi ama mutlaka ses yapardi kapiyi acarken ve yengem bunu duyabilirdi.yengem yine oturma odasina gecti.tv masasinin cekmecesinden bir cd alip cd playere koydu.kendide gecti oturdu koltuga.oturunca rahatladim cunku sirti odanin kapisina dogru bakiyordu.ben yine yerimi alip kapinin agzinda yengemi izlemeye basladim.yengemin koydugu cd oynamaya baslayinca ben oldugum yerde cakili kaldim desem yeridir!selma yengem resmen porno film izliyordu!yengem pornoyu izledikce iyice koltuga yayilmaya baslamisti.yengem kicini hafifce kaldirip siyah kilotunu cikarip atti.basladi amini sert sert oksamaya.uzun etegini baldirlarina kadar siyirmisti.yengem pornoyu izledikce ve amini oksadikca inlemeye baslamisti.artik pantolonumun icinde duramayan yarragimi fermuari acarak cikardim ve yarragimi sivazlamaya basladim.yengem amini oksayan elini agzina alip emiyor sonra tekrar amina koyuyor inliyerek ve anlamadigim biseler soylerek kivraniyordu.dakikilar gecmisti yengem oturdugu yerden dogrulup cekyatin altini acti.yedek carsaf battaniyeler vardi biraz oralari eliyle karistirdikdan sonra birde ne goreyim elinde kocaman siyah renkde bir dildo!!vayy be yengemin surprizleri bitmicekti anlasilan.dildoyu alan yengem yine koltuga oturup dildoyu agzina sokup yalamaya emmeye basladi.dildonun hepsini agzina sokma alistirmasi yapiyordu sanki.oksuruyor aksiriyor ama tekrar tekrar agzina sokuyordu dildoyu.bir yandanda tek eliyle amini oksuyordu.ilgimi ceken birsey daha vardi butun bunlar yasanirken yengem porno filmdeki anal sikis kismini 3 kere geri alip alip izlemisti.ben oldugum yerde terlemeye baslamistim artik.yengemi sikme arzusu inanilmaz bir bicimde beni durtuyordu.yengem dildoyu agzindan alip amina sokmaya sokmaya baslamis bacaklarini iyice acarak oturdugu yerde dildoyu kokune kadar amina sokmaya baslamisti.etegini gogus hizasinda toplayan yengemin amcigini van escort rahatlikla goruyor o bombeli gotunun koltukda yayilis manzarasi beni cileden cikariyordu.biseyler yapmam lazim yengemi bu halde yakalamisim mutlaka sikmeliyim diye bir yandanda kafa yoruyordum.aradan 10 dk kadar gecmisti,yengem zevkten bir alemdi ben onu izlemekten.birden yengemin o disariya baktigi pencere ruzgarin etkisiyle sertce cercevesine vurdu.hic beklenmedik birsey oldugundan refleks olarak agzimdan kufur kacti!kufuru duyan yengem aninda arkasini dondu ve beni elimde yarragim o sekilde yakaladi.-senin ne isin var burda kapi kilitliydi?!-ee sey(yengem kalkip yanima geldi)-kapiyi kilitledim ben nasil girdin sen eve soylesene?!-ne zamandir beni izliyosun?!-herseyi gordunmu soylesene?!-evet herseyi gordum sen pencereden baktigin zamandan bu yana seni izliyorum..-herseyi gordun yani?-evet gordum(bu arada yengemin gozleri arada bir yarragima kayiyor konusurken)-zevkimin icine ettin biliyonmu dimi?!-hmm bu yengemin yumusama isaretleriydi.-filmdeki adaminki kadar varmis-anlamadim ne varmis?-eliyle yarragimi isaret ederek- bu dedi yengem-abinde bunun yarisi yok-normaldir annelerimiz bir babalarimiz ayri dedim gulerek-yengem gulumseyerek yarragima bakti sinsice-bir sessizlik oldu ve yengem pantolonumun kayisindan tutup-hadi bakalim yarim kalan zevkimi sen tamamla deyip beni tv ile koltugun ortasina kadar getirdi-sonra bana donup -bakalim filmdeki adam gibimisin?-bakalim bakalim deyip yengemi kendime dogru cektim sertce ve dudaklarina yumuldum.yengemde hemen sol elini yarragima atmis oksamaya baslamisti.yillardir hayalini kurdugum yengem kollarimin arasindaydi iste!dillerimiz dans ediyor birbirlerine dolasiyordu sanki.yengemin alt dudagini sertce emiyor cekiyordum.ellerimi vakit kaybetmeden yengemin o muhtesem bombeli gotunun ustune koydum.sert sert avucluyordum yengemin gotunu.-harika bir gotun var yenge harika-hakkini ver o zaman-merak etme fazlasiyla verecemyengemin gotunu oksuyor tokatliyor got yariginin derinligi beni mest ediyordu.tisortumu tutan yengem cikar der gibi bakinca bir cirpida cikardim attim.yengemde pantolunmu iyic acmis yere dusmustu.kilotumuda cikarip ayagimla savurdum ikisini.yengem yavas yavas asagilara inmeye baslamis boynumu emiyor opuyordu.onun o kisa kisa aldigi sicak nefes boynuma vurdukca irkiliyordum.goguslerime dogru inen yengemin basindaki turban karnima degdikce gidiklanma hissi veriyodu bana.dizlerinin ustune coken yengem yarragimla yuz yuze gelmisti.-fena birseye benziyor bu-baya bir yaramazdir soylim-hmm guzel o zaman..yengem yarragimin kafasina dil darbeleri atmaya basladi.attikca yarragim esniyordu asagi yukari sekilde.yengem tassaklarimi bir bir agzina alip emiyor bir yandanda eliyle yarragimi sivazliyordu.dilini tassaklarima koyup yarragimin tepesine kadar hic kaldirmadan cikartiyor iniyordu.yarragimi tutup yengemin yuzune diline agzina vurdum tokat gibi.yengemin dili yarragim kafasinda daireler ciziyor sonra kafasini agzina alip gamzeleri cikana kadar sertce emiyordu.sonra yengem ellerini baldirlarima koyup sakso yapmaya basladi.yengemin basi surekli ileri geri gidiyor her defasinda yarragimi dahada dipliyordu.yengem durmaksizin yarragimi agzina almaya basladi seri sekilde.yarragimi agzindan cikariyor tukuruyor ustune sonra tekrar agzina aliyordu.oksuruyor aksiriyor ama yarragimi diplemeye calismaktan vazgecmiyordu.kafaya takmisti sanki illa dudaklari tassaklarima degecekti.basindaki turbani gevsemis siyah saclari gorunmeye baslamisti.yengemde nasil bir sakso istahi vardi anlatamam.basi surekli gel git halinde yarragimi agzinda kaybetme cabasindaydi.bir ara durup kafasini yukariya kaldirdi-sen hep boyle durcakmisin hadi canlan-sonra mizmizlanma yok ama?-ben sana dur demicem hic ne mizmizlanmasi?!!-hadi yedir bana yarragini kokle agzima!!yengemin basindaki turbani asagiya siyirip saclarindan iki taraftan tutdum.basladim yarragimi yengemin agzina pompalamaya!!belliki yengem sert sex seviyordu.yengemi her turlu iyi sikmeliydimki devami gelmeliydi.bi zaman sonra artik tassaklarim yengemin cenesine vuruyordu her saniye!gerilip gerilip yarragimi yengemin agzina kokluyordum sert ve seri sekilde.yengemin kisada olsa olan tirnaklarini kicima geciriyordu sanki.yengemin agzini hayvan gibi sikiyordum.yengemin agzindan akan salyalar penyesine damliyor islanan penyesinin altindaki gogusleri belirgenlesiyordu.yengemin gozlerinden yaslar geliyor cenesi tassaklarimin vurmasindan ses cikariyordu.-nasil boyle iyimi yenge?!-soluk soluga olan yengem,dur demicem dedim sana sik agzimi benim sik sik sik!!saclarindan sertce tutup yengemi ayaga kaldirdim ve basini yemek masasinin ustune yan yatirdim.basladim yine seri halde yengemin agzini sikmeye.tassaklarim masanin kenari ile yengemin dudaklarina vuruyordu her saniye.sonra yengemin basini tutup yine ayakta yarragima dogru bastirdim.yengem kollarini baldirlarima dolamis yarragimi koklerken agzina bende domalmis sekilde olan yengemin etegini yukariya dogru siyirip,gotunu oksamaya sert sert tokatlar atmaya basladim.ellerimle got yanaklarina asiliyor yarragimi sertce kokluyordum yengemin agzina.yengemin got deligini ilk defa gormenin heyacanini yasiyordum ayni zamanda.daracik yalova escort got deligi acilip acilip kapaniyordu.yengemin got deligini parmakladikca daha bir istahla saldiriyordu yarragima.aklima gelen butun posizyonlarda yengemin agzini sikip duruyordum.agzi yuzu salya icinde olan yengem kudurmus gibiydi resmen.artik yarragim iyice sismisti bosalmam an meselesiydi.-nerene bosalim?-tabiki agzima!agzima akit dollerini!yengemi yine dizlerinin ustune cokturdum.bir elimle cenesinden bir elimlede basindan tutup agzini sikmeye basladim.birkac dk sonra yarragimin tamamini yengemin agzina kokleyip basini sertce tuturak sarsila sarsila yengemin agzina fiskirttim dolleri.yengem surekli yutkunuyor yarragimi bir vakum gibi somuruyordu.turbanini alip agzini yuzunu sildi.uzun tek orgulu siyah saclari vardi at kuyrugu gibi.zaten kendiside at gibi kari masallah.-cok iyiydin begendim-sende cok iyiydin bende seni begendim-yagmur gibi akti dollerin agzima harikaydi-depoda ne var ne yok akitcam daha agzina bu ilk postaydi-doyur beni her turlu doyur!-ben isimi saglama alayim deyip yengem cekmeceden bir sise cikardi-bu ne?-geciktirici spray,iyice sprayle bunla sikini-vayy sende neler varmis neler deyip iyice spreyledim sikimi.-napayim abin 10dk lik adam ikimizde ayaga kalktik.yengem sonmus yarragimi eliyle sivazlayarak kaldirmaya calisiyordu.-bunu daha cok gotumde istiyorum tamammi-merak etme demene gerek yok arkadan sikilmeyi sevdigini biliyorum-hmm beni gizlice izlerken porno filmdeki arkadan sex kismini geri alislarimi gordun dimi?-evet.ama farketmez ben seni yine gotunden sikmeyi cok istiyordum zaten-hmm bak bu guzel haber oldu.-istersen domal onumde gotunu gorunce yarragim hemen kalkacaktir-ohh tamam o zaman fazla sabrim kalmadi icimde hissetmek istiyorum sikiniyengem hemen onumde domaldi.uzun eteginin ustune yarragimi koyup surtmeye basladim yarragimi yengemin gotune.off o derin got yarigina sikimi koyuyor gel git yapiyordum.yaniyordu resmen got yarigi sicacakti.zaten yengemin ami iyice sulanmis hazir bekliyordu.yarragim sahlanmaya baslamisti artik.yengemin belinden tutup yarragimi got yariginda gel git yapiyordum.yengemin etegi got yarigina iyice girmis islanmisti.daha fazla dayanamayip yengemin etegini yukariya siyirip lastiginin icine topladim.offfff manzara muthisti!!tas tas mubarek yok boyle bir got yok!!hemen egilip yengemin gotunu yalamaya opmeye basladim delice.bu nasil bir gottur boyle deyip deyip tokat atiyor agzimi got yarigindan iceri sokuyordum.ellerimle got yanaklarini tutup actim.yumuldum got deligine yengemin.sert sert emiyor dilliyordum durmaksizin.yengemin daracik got deliginin bogumlari acilip acilip kapaninca beni bitiriyordu.dilimle sikiyordum yengemin got deligini resmen.yengemin heryeri puruzsuz tertemizdi.amciginin dudaklarini emiyor hafif hafif isirip aminin derinliklerine dilimi sokup sokup cikariyordum.-offf harikasin durma durma -yummmmmm yerim senin amini gotunu yenge yerr!!-ye lan ye yeterki sen ye hayvan!artik yarragim kaya gibi olmustu.yengemin arkasinda dogrulup ayaga kalktim.-hazirmisin-hemde hic bilmedigin kadar!-nereden baslayim?-filmdeki adam gibi sik beni!-nerenden yani?-illa soyletcen dimi?!gotumden sik beni gotumden!!yarragimi yengemin got deliginin ustune koydum.basini got deligine yaslayip itmeye basladim.offf daracik got deligine yarragim yavas yavas giriyordu.itmeye devam ediyordum.yengemin got deligi yarragimi resmen mengene gibi tutuyordu cekiyordu icine dogru.yarragim artik yarisina kadar girmis yengem off off diye soluklaniyordu.yarragimi yengemin gotunden cikarip tekrar tekrar yarisina kadar sokup sokup cikartip iyice yumusattim got deligini.en son yengemin belinden iyice tutup aniden yuklendim sertce!tassaklarim yengemin kicina degiyordu.-offffffffffff yavass ol hayvan yavass yirttin gotumu!-vahsi atlari boyle bagirtcaksin iste yenge!!basladim gel git yapmaya.yaptikca artik yarragim daha seri halde girmeye basladi yengemin got deligine.yengem elleriyle got yanaklarini acip-hadi kokle yarragini daha sert sok daha sert sik gotumu benim sik sik!!ne olsa sprayi yemisti yarragim artik is benim nefesime kalmisti.basladim yengemi gotunden sert ve seri halde sikmeye!tassaklarim yengemin amina vuruyor islak olan amindan sesler yayiliyordu odaya slak slak slak diye!yengemin gotu artik yarragima mahkum olmustu.abanip abanip yarragimi kokluyordum yengemin gotune durmaksizin.yengem surekli inliyor garip garip zevk nagmeleri cikariyordu.-daha hizli daha hizli sik gotumu hakkini ver gotumun dur demicem dedim sana sik gotumu sik sik sik!!-surekli yengem bana gaz veriyor,gotunden sikilmenin zevkini inleyerek cikariyordu.yarragimi kafasina kadar cikariyor sonra tekrar tekrar sokuyordum yengemin got deligine.harika bir manzaraydi yarragimin yengemin got yarigini gecipde got deligine girmesi.yarragimi kokledikce yengemin kaba eti sallaniyordu!yengemin o tek orgulu at kuyrugu sacini tutup oyle sikmeye basladim gotunu.sacinin sertce cekilmesi ve gotununde sikilmesiyle yengem iyice kopmus zevkten goguslerini koparircasina oksuyordu.yarragim her saniye yengemin gotune giriyor tassaklarim kicini dovuyordu.yengemi ayakta iyice dogrultup ellerimi koltuklarinin altindan gecirip ensesinde kenetledim.profilden çorlu escort bakinca yengemin gotunun bombeligi muthis gorunuyordu.yengemi gotunden siktikce sikiyor hic bosalma gibi hissim yoktu.ayakta iyice kenetlenen yengemin kulagina -nasil boyle iyimi?-iyi ne demek harika!mahvediyon gotumu mahvediyon!-istersen ara verelim?-yokk!!durmicaksin senelerdir ben bunu hayal ediyordum,sikeceksin beni gotumden sikceksin sik beni sik gotumden sik offff!!yaylanip yaylanip yarragimi kokluyordum yengemin gotune durmaksizin.aminin sulari bacak arasindan suzulup akiyordu yengemin.yarragimi yengemin gotunden hic cikarmadan masanin ustune dogru egdim.yengem hemen elleriyle masanin iki kenarindan tutdu.bende yengemin omuzlarina asilip yarragimi yengemin gotune gecirmeye devam ediyordum.yuklnedikce yukleniyordum yengemin sikilesi gotune!gozume koltugun ustundeki dildo ilisti.hemen gidip aldim.-noldu niye durdun?-sana bir surprizim var-hmm neymiski?-simdi anlarsindildoyu alip yengemin vicik vicik olmus amina kokledim.-ohhh simdi anladim suprizi.hadi durma sende sende gotumu sik!bende yarragimi tekrar kokledim yengemin gotune.hem amindan hem gotunden ayni zamanda sikilen yengem artik masayi tirmaliyor yumruklar atiyor inliyordu!-offfff harika sikin beni sikin hem amimdan hem gotunden sikin hayvan gibi sikin beni mahvedin!!yengemi bu sefer masanin ustunde sirt ustu yatirip bacaklarini omzuma aldim.yuzyuzeydik artik.bu sefer dildoyu yengemin gotune soktum bende amini sikmeye basladim.yangem zevkten basini saga sola salliyor masaya tokatlar atiyor inliyordu!.yengemin gogus uclari buyumus penyenin ustunde sirtariyordu.gogus uclarini parmaklarimla tutup sertce ovusturdum.-offf harika bisey bu filmdeki adam filmde kalsin sen bende ol herzaman.sen sik beni istedigin kadar sen sik!sonra yengemi yan yatirdim masanin ustunde .aklima geln her posizyonda yengemi sikiyordum.yan yatmis yengemin gotunun butun hatlari ve o derin got yarigi buyuleyici gorunuyordu.baldirlarim yengemin kicina vuruyordu amini sikerken.yengemin aminin dudaklari sikilmekten kizarmisti artik.dildoyu yengemin gotunden cikarip attim ve yarragimi kokledim gotune.masanin ustu terden ipislak olmustu.yengemi ters cevirdim masanin ustunde basi bana bakiyordu.basindan gayri tum vucudu masanin ustunde sirt ustu yatiyordu.yarragimi hic bekletmeden yengemin agzina sokuverdim.tassaklarim yengemin burnuna oturuyordu her sokusumda.yengem bi gayret boslukta olan basini gel git yapmaya calisiyor yarragimi resmen yiyiordu.-gotumden agzimi sikmen guzel devam et devam durma sik agzimi!-her deligini hayvan gibi sikecem senin yenge hayvan gibi!!-sik lan sik sen sik her yerimi sik doyur beni yarraga doyur!!yengemin yuzu basasagi oldugundan agzindaki salyalar saclarina gozlerine akiyordu.hic umrumda degildi ben habire yarragimi yengemin agzina kokluyordum.yengemi saclarindan tutup halinin usutunde 4 ayak ustune durdurttum.gotune sertce 3-5 tokat attim.sonra yengemin o bombeli harika gotunu dizlerimin arasina alacak sekilde ayakta comeldim.ve basladim bir jokey gibi yengemi gotunden yine sikmeye.gotunden cunku kendi istegi.ne zaman amini sikmeye yeltensem.orasi yillardir sikiliyor sen beni bugun gotumden sikeceksin daha cok gotumden diye beni gotunu siktirmeye yonlendiriyordu.dizlerinmin arasina aldigim yengemin gotunu.basa basa sikmeye baslamistim.saclarinida tutunca sertce artik yarragim yengemin gotune buyuk bir hasmetle girip girip cikamaya baslamisti.-ahh offff gecir 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yengem.bende gucum yettigince alttan pompaliyordum yarragimi yengemin gotune!!sonra yengem ters oturdu yarragimin ustune ayakda.yarragimin usutune gotunu ileri geri yapip yapip duruyor dizlerime koydugu elleriyle seri halde gotunu yarragimin ustune itiyordu.yengemin gotunden yarragimi cikarmadan yengemi duvara dogru getirdim.yengemin yuzu duvara degiyordu.bende arkasinda ellerimi yengemin ellerinin ustune koydum.o bombeli gotunu basladim sikmeye.sikerkende yengemin boynunu opuyor kulaklarini yaliyor-sikimmi gotunu?!-sik sik gotumu!!-sikimmi gotunu?!-sik lan sik gotumu sik sik!!yarragimi kokledikce yengemin got deligine yengem diliyle dudaklarini yaliyor off off diye inliyordu.o gun yengemle sprayinde etkisiyle kasam saatlerine kadar sikistik durduk.ben bu kadar azgin bir kari daha gormedim.skor 5-4 yengemin lehineydi.her defasinda istegi gibi hep agzina akittim dollerimi.megerse cok severmis agzina akittirmayi.zaman buldukca yengemi yine daha cok o harika bombeli gotunden sikiyorum.gun 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Chapter 10: The Island

Charley got the call from Old Dave on the morning he was struggling with a load of computer print-outs. He had found several sites, dealing with machine shipments to China. Decided the best thing to do, would be to put himself in the position of someone wanting to start their own business in the far East.

At first, he had a panic attack, when he saw how complicated it would be. But once he found the sites explaining imports and exports, things became clearer.

“Charley you must come in on this deal,” said Old Dave excitedly down the phone. “Bob found it and he says it’s a sure-fire bet. We could make a lot of money.”

“We already have a lot of money Dave, what the hell do we want any more for?” Charley carried on looking at his papers as Old Dave talked.

“So why are you searching for that £200 million?”

“That’s personal. A matter of pride.”

“Forget that man, we could buy the county with this deal. Bob says we could make hundreds of millions with this land thing.”

“What is it exactly?” asked Charley.

“It’s buying up new properties in China.”

“What?” asked Charley in disbelief.

“Bob met a guy in the pub, you know one of these media people, hanging around the place? And he told him about a big land deal that he was doing a report for.”

“He met a man in the pub?” Charley could hear his own hollow words, floating in the air.

“Yes, and this guy says he did this report. Only when Bob sent his brother to find out about it, they wouldn’t let him in the building,” Old Dave continued with enthusiasm.

“His brother Billy!” said Charley with alarm. “No wonder they wouldn’t let him in, he’s only been out of prison a week.”

“He should never have been there,” protested Old Dave.

“Yes, he should. We bought some of those DVDs he stole from the charity shop.”

“Well, anyway, he’s out, and he went to find out about this company.”

“What the hell does Billy know about land deals in China? What the hell does Bob know for that matter?”

“That’s the interesting thing,” continued Old Dave, not put off in the least. “Because when he tried to find out what it was all about, they told him there was no information available, and he couldn’t have it anyway. So he went back to this guy in the pub, and he says, they are bound to say that.”

“Why?” asked Charley.

“Because they don’t want the little people to get in on the act. So he made some more enquiries and they found out why.”

“Dave is this the same brother Billy, that was living on a caravan site with the travellers?”

“Not now Bob brought him a house,” defended Old Dave.

“What the hell did he do that for? It will be in flames within a month. Look at the council flat they gave him?”

“Those people all jumped to safety?”

“Go on about the deal,” said Charley wearily.

“Well, Bob asked the guy to tell him how he could find out about the land deal. He put him onto a land agent in the Chinese embassy, and he put him onto a guy that was selling the land. We are just waiting for the paperwork to be faxed through and we can have it.”

“Dave, hold fire with that, I don’t think it’s right,” said Charley.

“Why not? Even the lawyers say it’s OK.”

“Because, I’ve been doing a lot of work looking for this missing ticket, and I’ve found out a lot about China and how it works. The more I find, the less I like, and this thing you are doing is not right.”

“If we hesitate, we could lose out,” Old Dave pointed out. “You want in or not? All the other lads are doing it?”

“Don’t tell me you are all putting your money in?”

“No, not all of it stupid. Just the liquid capital we can spare. We still have stuff invested, and our houses. Just come over and take a look at it?”

“OK I’ll take a look at it, but I’m not promising anything. There’s something about buying land in China, that I don’t understand.”

Old Dave had put the phone down before Charley had a chance to finish. There was something wrong with this deal, but Charley could not think of it. He had read long into the night about buying into properties in the People’s Republic of China, and nothing could be as cut and dried as that.

He feared for his friends and their investments. They had been conned before, as he remembered the sorry incident with the Christmas fur coats.

They had all bought cheap coats from a man selling things in the work’s yard at Cobol, a year ago. All went well and the men saw the faces of their wives light up as they received their presents. Bob bought coats for several women. One wife getting two coats from different men. The coats were sold as genuine fox fur, and although they had to swallow their pride over the horror of the fur trade, no one minded.

That was until they saw a documentary on TV exposing the scam. The very same man they had handed their hard-earned wages over to, was seen being hauled into the back of a black Miria. Handcuffed to a prison officer, he was barracked by a hail of questions from the investigative journalist, hatay escort that had exposed the scam. The programme went on to tell where the furs had really come from.

The nearest they could understand, they were made from some sort of animal which scurried about on the jungle floor. Not exactly a rat, but near enough in the animal family, for the women to burn their coats in a communal bonfire on the green. The story even turned up in one of the tabloids. The Brit having a centre page spread.

When Charley got to Old Dave’s house, he found it in considerable chaos. As a reporter was being ejected from a bedroom window into the swimming pool. Relationships with the press were not going well, and even the wise advice of the Euro lottery agents could do little to repair things.

Charley looked at what little paperwork Bob and Billy had prepared over the China land deal. For a project costing tens of millions, there was little to show for it. Try as he might, Charley could not convince the men to go slower and be more cautious.

“How much do we make?” asked Nigel walking into the room.

“Not you too Nigel?” said Charley. “I thought you of all people would back down on this one?”

“Why? My money’s as good as theirs?” The little man looked around the room at the expectant faces.

“Don’t take any notice of him,” said Old Dave. He’s turning into an old woman. Since we became rich, we have lost the thrill of making big money.”

“Hell yes,” said Bob. “Over the last few weeks, we have met people who deal with our sort of money in an hour. Why shouldn’t we be up in their league?”

“Quite right!” said the others.

“Let’s at least go over there and take a look at what we are buying?” said Charley, knowing the deal was in its final stages.

“Foreign travel? Not for me,” Old Dave shook his head. “We pay people to do that, why bother?”

“How can you trust them?” said Charley. “They don’t trust us?”

“Once we have more money, we can tell them all to piss off!” said Bob drinking from a wine bottle. He had acquired an expensive taste in wines over the last few days.

“I don’t disagree with that. But at least let me go over there and do a recce’ first?”

“If you aren’t in with this deal by tomorrow night, you’ll get left out.” Old Dave had made up his mind on that one.

“Look I’m going out there anyway to look for our ticket,” said Charley.

“We won’t need that after tomorrow,” laughed Bob, slumping down on his new leather sofa.

“I think I’ve found where the guillotines have been shipped to.”

“We never want to see those bloody things again.” Old Dave joined the others in a stiff drink.

“No, listen. I’ve found a shipping company that deals with a little island off the mainland of China. It used to be a military base, but got used for housing refugees. You know the Vietnamese boat people? Well, they keep asylum seekers there now, and I think they have our guillotines.”

“We don’t care about any of that now!” Bob shouted out across the room, as the wine began to flow. “Where are those dancing girls we found in London. Come on in girls. They don’t speak a word of English but they know what this is.”

The various young girls that had been hanging around the house, now joined Bob and his brother, on the sofa. Bob peeled off fifty-pound notes and began stuffing them in their clothing, as the girls just sat there and giggled.

“Shall we make one of our special videos?” Bob laughed as he bounced one girl on his knee.

“Are these the same special videos that were shown on that satellite porn channel?” said Charley finding his coat.

“We have some fun once we get started. Hey girls?” laughed Bob. “We even met that girl Natasha, you know the one from the poster? She makes porn films on a regular basis. Even my ex-misses wants to be in one. “

The Brit newspaper had been running a story that day, about Ann and the story of the porn films. No one had any idea her early work was so well received. Hollywood was mentioned.

“We should keep our heads down for a while,” was the last thing Charley said to Bob as he walked to the door.

“So you aren’t joining us on this one Charley?” asked Old Dave walking out the room with him.

“No, I’m off to the airport. I have a private jet for Hong Kong, and then onto this island, I’ve found. I’ll take a look at this plot you have all brought, just hang on until I see it with my own eyes.”

“We can’t wait that long. Forty-eight hours, and the agent wants his money. Even the lawyers say so.” Old Dave looked back at the girls performing their striptease. They had rehearsed this a dozen times back in Eastern Europe, long before they had met these silly Englishmen.

“This will all end in madness,” warned Charley pointing at the sorry scene unfolding before them. At first, the men were howling with boyish glee, now they stared in silence. ” I saw your ex on daytime telly?”

“I know,” said Old Dave hanging his head in shame.

“And her sister,” added ığdır escort Charley.

“They won’t let up on her,” Old Dave continued. ” Just because she chained her kids to the radiator. They painted her as a monster.”

“Well, the media hate us. Let me find out about this China thing?”

But Charley knew he was wasting his breath. Even as the police cars made their way up the drive to serve the ASBOs on Bob and his family, he knew it was all over.

Charley had slept on the plane. Not being used to long-distance travel, he could not get used to jet lag. Even though Gerald had planned several stops for the flight, Charley was exhausted by the time they arrived in Hong Kong.

Having a private jet service certainly had its advantages. Charley was spared the hustle and bustle of airport departure lounges and walked straight into the VIP suite. Trapped in his own private world, he contented himself by reading through the folders he had printed out concerning his investigation. Gerald was an old hand and could spend hours just staring into space. But Charley was a nervous traveller and lost himself in the research.

By a curious coincidence, Charley had found a firm which did nothing else but ship old machines to China. There was even a case, where they shipped the machines out, only to have them sent back again. Once the firm had gone bust, and the directors escaped with the bankruptcy laws; to Charles’s amazement, the machines were shipped out once more. He did not pretend to understand a system as crazy as that. Where was the point? To ship the same machines back and forth around the world? At the very least it must cost a fortune? Charley had done extensive research into the cost of shipments and found them to be hideous. But only if you wanted to export anything to China. Once the firm was set up out East, for some strange reason, the shipping costs just evaporated, and the firms could send their stuff to England for virtually nothing.

So in this world, a machine could go round and round the planet, several times, without the worry of getting the money back.

He also found a firm which used them to produce things which were shipped back, to undermine the very industries that had supplied the machines in the first place. One fact did emerge for him though, and that was the disturbing use of asylum seekers in all this.

They were like a new slavery. There were few industries which did not use them. Every business back home relied on illegal labour. The building industry would send out a van to a certain spot, where groups of desperate-looking men would wait. Charley had driven out to see them one morning. On the outskirts of London, in an old car park, cold and frightened men would stand and swap stories of how they had travelled halfway around the world to be here now.

They would wait for that battered old van to turn up, where a man would jump out and select a few to be bundled in the back. Once they had found the building site, they would labour all day, in terrible conditions, with no food or toilet facilities; to be paid £50, and then dumped back in the car park that night.

Charley had also come across other businesses which had employed them. Restaurants, and sweatshops, where people would be trapped in a back room, to slave for pennies. If they complained, they would simply be reported to the authorities, and sent back. Of course, they never caught them, as they would escape to another town, where the whole story would begin again.

It did not cheer Charley to think where the guillotines were going. If things were so terrible, that they were escaping to put up with a life like this, how bad could it be in the first place? Just how bad could the life be to want to getaway? What hell hole he would find at the other end, he could not imagine. Charley and the other men had always thought they had worked in the arshole of the world. But on finding this, he realised they had it easy.

Hong Kong was a wonderful place. If not a bit frightening. For a simple country lad, London had been too much, but this was simply mind-boggling. Gerald had to lead Charley by the sleeve, as he would stand and stare at the wonders of the streets. People eating snakes; selling things he could not describe, and actually making things; the use for which, he could not begin to understand.

That night in the hotel, Charley simply lay on the bed and tried to take it all in. Life in Ampswell had never prepared him for this. The good news was, that Charley was getting more used to hotels now. He came down to the dining room that evening to meet Gerald, with a lot more confidence. There was a time when he had to be told when to leave the room.

Gerald knew Charley did not want to waste a lot of time sightseeing. They went to a little tailors Gerald knew and had him measured for a suit, but that was the only novelty Charley had to endure. One pleasant thing which did happen to Charley, was when he found himself walking out of the hotel door and almost bumped into a girl. He looked ısparta escort up and knew immediately who it was.

“Natasha?” said Charley, quite startled, as they stood on the hotel steps.

“Oh, sorry, have we met?” The girl lifted her designer sunglasses to take a look at the man. Not rude, but not too pleased to be stopped in the street by a stranger, either. She did at least listen to him.

“Yes, at the reception for the Euro Lottery? We won it?”

“I attend so many of these things, you’ll have to forgive me. Must dash.” with that, she was gone.

Charley knew she had slipped away from him for a second time. He had to look deep into his heart and ask himself if he wanted to get mixed up with another woman after Elizabeth, but there was something about this girl which was different. Sure, she had been in some unsavoury films, but that all changed once you met her. And Charley found himself constantly thinking of her. All that was to change.

For private citizens, getting a connecting flight to China would have been a nightmare, but with Gerald’s connections, and Charlie’s money, the jet-set off. It landed on a small strip built exclusively for the travel of interested millionaires, curious about investing. With the hiring of an interpreter and the accompaniment of a member of the Chinese trade commission, they set off to find the land his friends had purchased back in England.

From the very start, things were wrong. As they sat in the air-conditioned BMW, Charley knew things were not going well.

“What’s he saying?” Charley asked Gerald as they watched the civil servant and the interpreter arguing in a very heated manner.

“I think they are falling out about the land deal,” said Gerald.

“You mean they don’t want us to see it?”

“I don’t think it exists,” replied Gerald.

“The land or the deal?”

“Maybe both?”

“We are very sorry,” said the interpreter as they got out of the car to look at the landscape.

“What for?” asked Charley surveying the scene. It was gently rolling countryside, with small hills and brownish grass, blowing in the breeze. “This is the place I asked to see on this document?”

“Yes, this is the very same one,” the interpreter replied sheepishly.

“So what’s wrong with it?” Charley looked at the fax paper in his hand and wondered if Old Dave had sent him the right one.

“This place is no good,” said the Trade man, clearly speaking more English than he let on. He simply looked to the horizon, and would not meet their eyes.

“It looks OK to me?” said Gerald. “Would the gentleman from the Trade Commission care to tell us why it’s no good?”

“There seems to be a little problem with the land.” The interpreter tried to find the words, as they all stood around the two cars.

“It is for sale?” asked Charley.

“Yes, that is true.”

“And we have bought it?”

“Yes, that too is true.”

“So what’s wrong with it?”

“It is bad land,” replied the commissioner again.

“In what way?” asked Charley.

“It is polluted.” The interpreter was struggling with some of the more complex words now.

“It looks fine to me,” said Charley. “The grass is growing alright. If it was very polluted, nothing would grow here.”

“That’s right,” put in Gerald. ” I know for a fact the Millennium Dome was built on an old gas works, and that had cyanide in the soil. They simply capped it with concrete.”

“So what the hell can be here that is so bad?” Charley wanted to know.

“It seems,” began the interpreter,” that this was once the testing ground for China’s first atom bomb.”

“What?” cried Charley.

“Christ should we even be here?” said Gerald.

“It’s perfectly safe as long as you don’t eat the soil. The only danger is from Alpha particles, so we are fine.”

“Let’s get back and burn our clothes,” said Gerald.

“My new suit!” said Charley, as they jumped back in the car.

“I’ll buy you another,” said Gerald, very worried now. “And I want this car hosed down before we go anywhere near the plane.”

They got back and Gerald handled everything. He was best in a crisis, as Charley was helpless and hopeless.

Charley tried to explain down the phone, that the land deal was worthless, but Old Dave would have none of it.

“Dave, you sign this, and you can kiss your money goodbye!”

“Relax, we have had the lawyers look into it,” Old Dave laughed down the phone. ” It’s the new site for an industrial complex.”

“It’s an old bomb site.”

“No, things are fine, everything’s taken care of.”

“It’s full of radiation,” continued Charley.

“Our lawyers have looked into it, and they say the place is safe.”

“Well Dave I went out there today and the Trade Commissioner himself condemned it. I think it’s a scam.”

“We are going ahead with it. Now, the lawyers would not let us do that if there was going to be anything dodgy. They wouldn’t get paid.”

“Fax me a copy of their contract, and I’ll find out as much as I can about them.”

With that, the line went dead, and Charley awaited the fax from the hotel receptionist.

In his room, he set up his laptop, and after plugging it into the net, went in search of the law firm handling the deal. Long into the night, Charley had found nothing. Nothing incriminating that is.

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When I woke Amy4 was next to me in the bed. Her head was beneath mine so I was looking down at the top of her head. I saw a few gray hairs! Gray hairs. That really caught me by surprise. There were not many but they were definitely there. Interesting. I wondered what the marketing guys were thinking when they added those? They didn’t bother me at all; in fact, I thought they were attractive and sexy. I remember working with a woman in my office who was ethnic Indian who was likely in her late 30s or early 40s. She had jet black hair which was interspersed with gray and she made no effort to hide or dye it. She was an attractive and sexy woman and to me the gray hair only added to her allure. She was also really smart so maybe the gray hair added to the older, cerebral image that she projected. I was musing on Amy4’s gray hairs when she noticed I was awake and moved her head to look up at me.

“Hello Amy4. How long was I sleeping?” I asked.

“Fifty one minutes and 34 seconds” she replied.

“And what were you doing while I was sleeping?” I asked.

She looked up at me with a blank look on her face. “I was lying here next to you” she replied.

Yes, that made sense, I thought to myself. What did I expect her to say? That she had gotten up and made dinner? That she had tidied the place up? That she had just lay there and watched my face as I slept? I was starting to realize that there were certain types of questions that made sense to ask people but that made no sense to ask a Love Droid. Love Droid. That’s what Amy4 was, a Love Droid. I had to remind myself of that. Previously I had always had disdain for people who became attached to their droid and who would talk about it as they would talk about another person. “It’s a machine” I would think to myself. Why do they treat it like a person?

I realized that I was still stumped as to how the Amy4 unit had been activated. I also had the realization that she almost certainly had a GPS function activated within her. Once that store realized that she was missing they would track her via GPS. Perhaps they were already tracking her. Oh shit! I think I may be able to disable the GPS function, but I would need my tools and programs in the shop to do it. That means I would have to get her into the shop and through security. Hmmm. Will was the swing shift security guard. He would start at 4pm and stay till midnight. I checked my PD. It was 6:20pm. I remembered that Will had been at the security desk when I left earlier today.

I recalled that last year I was working pretty late one night on an issue that had to be solved before the morning production shift arrived. The workplace was usually pretty quiet at night since at that time we had only one production shift. I had been at the far end of the line for about 4 hours installing some new hydraulics. I had finally finished and I was ready to go home but had to use the can first. I pushed the door to the men’s room open, walked in and there I saw Angela, one of our women techs with her pants around her ankles holding onto the kuşadası escort countertop where the sinks are. Behind her was Will, red-faced, banging her from behind as hard as he could. Will knew and I knew that security personnel are prohibited from fraternizing with people on the site that they are guarding. Will’s cock deep inside Angela was a 10 on a scale of 10 on the fraternization scale. I backed out of the men’s room without saying anything and it was less than a minute later that Will came running up from behind me still fastening his trousers.

“Hey man” he said putting his hand on one of my shoulders, “I’ll get fired if you report this. Listen, if you can keep this to yourself I’d really appreciate it. I need this job. I’ll owe you one.”

Looking at him I could see that he was pretty shook up. “Don’t worry, Will, I won’t tell anyone, you’re good. But I may ask for a favor one of these days” I said.

It was time to call in that chit with Will. I looked at Amy. “You don’t know how you were activated?”

She looked at me blankly, “I do not know.”

“OK, I want to take you to my shop. I have access to information there that may help me figure it out. I want to know how you were activated. Why don’t you get dressed and let’s go to my workplace.” I said.

“You should dress me in something else. If I am wearing other clothing I will be less recognizable” she replied.

Dang, she was right! Those design dudes DID put some high-powered neural circuits into her. I was impressed. She was capable of analyzing a situation and coming up with independent thought without being asked or prompted. That’s cutting-edge AI work, even now.

“I’m sorry, you will have to wear the jumpsuit. I don’t have anything else here that would fit you.” It was true. I was bigger and taller than Amy4 and I didn’t have any clothing left behind from either of my two long-term girlfriends, if you could call less than a year long-term. Everything is relative. “But that’s a good idea. We should get you some different clothing. Let’s stop by a store on our way back here.”

We both got dressed, took the elevator downstairs and walked out of the building. Amy slipped her arm into mine and took that same arm with her other hand. It was a very affectionate gesture, one that none of my previous girlfriends had ever done, and I really liked it. It made me wonder whether she had been programmed to do this or whether this was another example of her assessing a situation and determining what to do, similar to her comment about changing clothing back in the apartment.

Walking along the street toward the Metro station with this beautiful girl on my arm, I felt really proud and happy. I was smiling and I noted that other people noticed her and I walking so affectionately and some of them smiled back at us. Wow. This is pretty cool.

We took the Metro to the stop near my workplace and walked to the entrance. I saw Will there at the security desk next to the entrance. I flashed my employee badge at him and at the sensor next to the door. The door began to open automatically but I heard Will say, “Hey, wait a minute, who’s she?”

“Uh, she’s a droid. I’ve got some maintenance I need to perform on her” I said.

“No kidding?” Will replied. He stood up from behind his desk and leaned over it a bit to get a little closer to the kocaeli escort Amy4 unit. “Is she one of those Love Droids I’ve heard about?”

“Yeah, she’s an Amy4 unit. They discontinued her line almost 2 years ago. I guess they didn’t sell enough of them” I said.

“Geez, these droids just get better and better, don’t they?” Will replied. “Love Droid, huh? What do they do? Do they do everything I’ve heard about? They’re pretty expensive, aren’t they?”

It’s a little hard to explain but I had an instant aversion to talking to Will about the sexual capabilities of the Amy4 unit. I just didn’t want to. It was kinda like some guy asking you about what it was like for you to have sex with your girlfriend – I felt it was none of his fucking business, but I realized that if I did say that it would sound pretty weird from a tech guy bring in a droid for maintenance, so I put a lid on my anger and replied, “Yeah, they are expensive, and I’m not really sure about all they are capable of.”

I could tell looking at his face that Will was hoping for more description and detail than that, but that was about all I was going to say. Then he said, “Well, if you are doing maintenance on her you should have a repair ticket. I can’t let her in without logging in her repair ticket.”

I looked over at him. “Will, I don’t have a repair ticket. A buddy of mine asked me to do some routine maintenance on her and it shouldn’t take more than an hour or two. We will be back outta here before your shift ends at midnight.” I looked straight at him and said, “I’d really appreciate it Will.”

He got the message. “OK, but you have to be back out of here by 11:45. I don’t want my relief to see you walking out of here with her and no repair ticket.”

“OK man, thanks Will” I replied and Amy and I walked thought the door and down to my department and workplace.

I logged into my workplace and began browsing some databases. I had access to the Love Droid design, assembly and programming files. Four years ago, when our company started making Love Droids management were cross training us. The only production facility in North America for Love Droids is in Monterrey, Mexico and management wanted to make sure that they always had enough technical and engineering expertise to keep it running. The Mexican government in coordination with the Nuevo Leon state government and the municipal government of the city of Monterrey all worked together to purchase land in a desirable location and developed an industrial park outside of Monterrey. I had applied for one of the expat jobs at the facility but I was too low in seniority and wasn’t selected. Later I learned that it was one of the most desirable locations to work. Expat pay, relatively cheap to live, pretty safe (most of the expats lived in a gated company compound) and easy to get to some pretty cool places.

Looking through the technical specs I uncovered that Love Droids are programmed such that if there is pressure or movement to the droid that might damage it even when it is turned off, it will activate and respond if needed to mitigate the threat. Hmmm…apparently when I was holding her head while I was face fucking her I was using sufficient force that the sensors picked it up as a potential threat. We had similar programming in our HEDs – they had to detect and respond to potential threats konya escort themselves in those hazardous environments. If they depended upon a human to direct them we’d be losing HEDs left and right.

OK, that’s answered, now, how do I de-activate the GPS function? It had been 4 years since I had last seen these Love Droid tech manuals. Many features and functions had been added and there was a lot of information to navigate through, but I finally found it. It was pretty simple really, just a toggle switch. These Amy4 units have one port, in the armpit area beneath the left arm. I guess the designers thought this would be the most unobtrusive area on her body to conceal it. I turned and looked at Amy4, who had been sitting patiently while I was working. “Amy, come over here and sit on this workbench, please.” She did as she had been instructed. “OK, Amy4, let’s get the top of your coveralls off so I can get access to your port. She unzipped the top of her coveralls down to her tummy then started removing her arms from the sleeves. It took only a few seconds but I noticed that watching her do this I was getting aroused. My cock was swelling and looking for room in my pants. Noticing my growing erection, I thought to myself, “Geez…she’s a droid for heaven’s sake!” but that bit of logic did nothing to slow down the hard-on which was getting bigger in my pants.

“Amy4, please lift your left arm.” She lifted it and then I saw the port. It was the standard size for droids – only about a centimeter long and half a centimeter wide – and was covered by a piece of plastic that fit into the two port holes beneath it. It was fairly easy to pop out and the patch cord from my work terminal fit perfectly. As soon as I said, “OK, you can lower your arm now, but be careful and don’t dislodge the patch cable” I realized that my statement was completely unnecessary; she could have held her arm up for hours without any distress. It was really difficult for me to think of her as a droid and not a person.

I started navigating through screens on my workstation until I came to the GPS function. The toggle switch was green – GPS on. I clicked it and it went red and the display said GPS off. OK good. If I’m lucky, I thought to myself, they haven’t noticed she is gone and now there’s no way to track her location. Hmmm…better check that…there may be a redundant GPS function in case the primary function went bad. I looked further through this section and found there was no secondary GPS system installed. OK, we are good.

I checked my PD – it was a few minutes past 8. I had achieved the two objectives I had for this trip. If I was going to buy Amy4 some new clothes we should leave now because the stores likely closed by 9. Plus, I didn’t want to make Will nervous; better to leave as soon as possible so he would feel his butt is in the clear. I may need to do this again, I thought. I removed the patch cord from Amy4’s port, put it back on my work terminal, zipped Amy’s jumpsuit back up and helped her off the workbench even though after doing so realized that was also completely unnecessary. I still had that hard-on in my pants but now was neither the time nor the place.

We walked down the hallway to the exit door, Amy4’s arm again in mine. Every time she did this I felt special, and if this was a programmed behavior, I thought, “We should program everyone to show affection like this.” I liked it. We walked by Will at the security desk. “Will, thanks a lot. Really appreciate it. Hope I didn’t cause any difficulties” I said.

Will smiled, “No problems, man.”

Amy4 and I walked through the lobby and left the building bound for a women’s clothing story.

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