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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

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Cuckolded by Her Mother

Chapter 7

Fyr grunted, face pressed into the pillow she’d hugged to her chest and neck. Her crimson scales dripped with sweat and she groaned, muffling her sounds of pleasure the best she could, although there was no denying the joy the thick, draconian-cock dildo brought her. The strap-on hadn’t been one she’d bought, the harness too fine and far beyond her pay check, and, in all honesty, she would have wanted to see how it was to use one on a male rather than take the shaft herself, if anyone had asked her before after a few glasses of wine. It might even have been fun the other way around. After all, in a marriage, wasn’t that what a husband and wife was supposed to do — experiment? She simply hadn’t expected to be the one pinned down and filled with its delicious, ridged length, each thrust grinding over her clit in a way that made her eyes roll back into her head.

The shaft struck a particularly sensitive spot inside her, teasing over the cluster of nerves within her hot, clenching passage, and she yelped, pushing her tail up further over her back. Her short claws ripped through the pillowcase, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care.

Behind her, the divine being giving her such pleasure chuckled warmly and ran her fingertips up the dragoness’ spine. Against herself, Fyr shivered and pushed into the touch, craving more, always more.

“What’s wrong, dear?” Her mother cooed, fingers curling around her shoulder. “Am I going too hard for you?”

Shaking her head, Fyr trembled and tried not to think of just who was fucking her. Her mother… Her own mother. As if there would be any other kind of mother for her — well, certainly not a mother in law, considering Ropes’ ancestry — but the blue dragoness had well and truly taken on a new role in her daughter’s life. Who could ever have known that telling her mother about one crazy dream where she and her husband, Ropes, were fucking could have escalated to such wonderful heights?

It was different, it was new and it was always, always a challenge. Even taken the shaft — it was as if Sasha was intent on seeing just how much she could take before she snapped and growling, her rough she could be with her own daughter. What she had not yet learned was that her daughter lusted after it more than she’d even let on to her husband. She’d even taken things well when it had been revealed that Sasha was pregnant, although one could only discern the slight swell to her stomach if they really squinted and even that could have been a trick of the light. Moaning, she arched back into each and every thrust, tension building in her loins as if a cord was being wound tighter and tighter.

Yes… It was worth it for the moments like those. The dragoness tipped her muzzle down, snorting into the pillow as her lusts rose. It wasn’t conventional, but it was impossible to hide or conceal just how aroused the relationship made her. Watching Ropes fuck her mother… She shuddered, though Sasha put it down to her thrusts and gripped her tighter, claws digging in as she sped up, hips slapping her daughter’s buttocks. Fyr moaned. Oh, yes, it was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, better than any other sex too. And Fyr found she didn’t mind being reminded of her new place in the family. As long as she was reminded often, that was, and she wasn’t above stepping out of line to get the discipline that made her so wet between the legs.

“Again?”

The dragoness stiffened, but there was nothing she could do in her position to stop her husband from seeing her in all her naked, happily abused glory on the bed. Groaning, she pushed her muzzle beneath the pillow, cheeks heating up as a familiar paw trailed across her buttocks.

“Back off now,” Sasha admonished and suddenly that warm paw was gone. “She’s my treat right now. You can have your turn when I’m good and done, sugar.”

Ropes growled and Fyr could almost imagine just how his hackles looked, raised on the back of his neck, as his tentacles twisted into one another like a nest of snakes.

“I don’t take sloppy seconds.”

“I won’t be the one cumming in her now, will I, kitty?” Sasha clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Be good and wait your turn.”

Fyr trembled with a suppressed giggle, the tip of her tail flicking back and forth. Yeah, like that was going to happen!

The mattress bowed as the cougar clambered up, lacking a shocking amount of feline grace, and Sasha moaned as he pressed up to her.

“Ohhh…”

Fyr didn’t have to turn her head, pulling it from under the pillow, to see what was happening, but she did so anyway. It was one of the perks of being a voyeur. kırklareli escort Her husband’s brown fur pressed into her mother’s scales as he pushed over her, a low purr rolling from his lips. His pale white eyes locked with Fyr’s as his cock sank in, a lewd squelch of juices demonstrating very viscerally just how wet the dragoness was.

Lips parted, Sasha groaned like a virgin getting fucked for the first time and trembled between the husband and wife, thrusts pausing for a moment as she enjoyed the sensation of being filled. Fyr suspected that that particular strap-on had been purchased with the intent of the dragoness wearing it at the time getting some certain fun herself.

“Fuck me, stud.”

Ropes was only too eager to oblige. Arching his back, he wrapped Sasha in his tentacles and rocked forward, squeezing his glutes as he drove into her. The dragoness gasped, though had no time to regain her breath as the cougar bucked into her, claws pricking past her scales to dig deliciously into her hips as he covered her as only he was permitted to do.

Fyr couldn’t imagine her mother bending over for anyone else after seeing her in Ropes’ arms. And she wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

She climaxed with a howl, pressing her muzzle into the pillow as her whole body quaked, beyond her control as it had been since the dominant pair had well and truly taken over her life. Fyr tried her best to muffle her shrieks of abject pleasure, but there was no hiding just how divine that faux cock felt inside her passage, each thrust and grind of the ridged length sending another wave of ecstasy rippling through her until she was but a mumbling, gibbering mess, tongue lolling as she collapsed to the mattress. Of course, her state didn’t stop Sasha from taking her pleasure, the dragoness groaning lustfully as she pounded her daughter’s cunny, the cougar hardly helping her to be gentle.

“Ah…” Her head rolled back as Ropes’ lips played across her shoulder, showing her the faintest hint of teeth and gentlest love-nip he could have possibly managed. “That’s it, Ropes… Take me good and hard!”

Shuddering, she made no complaint as his claws dug even more fiercely into her hips and the cougar wrapped his tentacles around her waist, dragging her back onto his uncut shaft with each and every sharp, driving thrust. The tip of his cock rammed up to her cervix as she moaned, stilling with the dildo buried in Fyr to the hilt with only the roll of Ropes’ body to grind it even deeper, setting off sparks behind the dragoness’ lowered eyelids. Helpless to do anything but wait patiently while they made use of her, her inner thighs soaked with her own feminine juices, Fyr moaned. It wasn’t as if it was a bad place to be, by any means.

A horny cougar could not last long with such an erotic sight before him, however, Sasha moaning like a whore as Fyr whimpered and pleadingly caught his eyes. What she was pleading for, he’d never know as Ropes suddenly slammed in with a savage growl, ears pinned back as he spent his seed. Sasha licked her lips in time for another moan to pass then, eyes closed as she arched her back and curled her tail around as much of the cougar’s waist as she could manage, the tip hanging freely.

“Yessss,” she hissed. “Now don’t forget about me, my sweet, stud kitty. You wouldn’t leave a lady wanting now, would you?”

Grunting through climax, Ropes’ whiskers quivered.

“Ah… I’m sure my wife wouldn’t mind helping you out with that little problem,” he growled, his voice low and thick. “She does have an exceptionally talented tongue.”

Cum drooled out around his thick shaft as Sasha wriggled, jostling the dildo within the avidly listening Fyr. It only took a snap of her mother’s fingers and a pointed look before she was squirming, wincing as she awkwardly dragged herself up and off the dildo. Moving slowly, she couldn’t help but gasp as the tip popped out of her, leaving the toy crudely gleaming with her arousal, impossible to hide. She blushed hard and quickly spun around, tail thwacking the headboard and set about getting her fingers underneath the straps of the harness, quickly and skillfully working the buckles loose. After all, it wasn’t as if she’d never taken it off her mother to please her with her tongue before.

And when the dragoness’ pussy was revealed in all its flushed, glistening glory, Fyr’s heart leapt into her throat. She didn’t pause, just leaned in and ran her tongue along her puffy sex to a chorus of moans.

“Oh…”

Ropes’ cock softened within her and Fyr eagerly lapped up the stream of cum as he pulled out, semen splattering lightly onto the bed. She would have languished in cleaning off his cock, but her mouth shoved her pussy into her daughter’s face, effectively commanding her attention above all else. Grunting softly, Fyr lapped and pushed her tongue into her, murring at how the dragoness’ pussy clenched and rippled wantonly around her tongue. afyon escort She shivered. She felt as if the cougar had dumped more than one load into her, if not several, but her husband seemed to be especially virile of late.

Losing herself in the giving of pleasure, Fyr swirled her tongue around the dragoness’ clit and pressed down harder with her moans. It didn’t take long for Ropes to feel up to the challenge of joining in once again and Fyr did not complain when his hard cock once again pushed past her tongue into the dragoness’ sweet treasure. Bucking and groaning, Sasha clenched her jaw and spread her wings, the membranes quivering like the frailest of spider webs between the finger-like spines. And Fyr chose that moment to bear down, wrapping her lips warmly around her clit and sucking it into her mouth.

As if electrified, the dragoness contorted and bucked and cried out, head rolling back as orgasm devoured her like a flame to kindling. She twisted and moaned and there was nothing she could do to stop the wildfire as it carried her on. Emboldened, Fyr dug her fingers into her thighs, the softer scales giving to her grip, and lashed her clit as the cougar thrust and ground, panting and yowling like a feral feline as he spurred the dragoness on into the explosive climax that they’d all known she would make her own from the very start.

Her howl may have contained words, but they were none that Ropes or Fyr could discern as Sasha clawed at the bed, breasts heaving in great, needy gasps. Yet there was no way for her to drag enough air into her lungs as orgasm hurled her about like a rag doll, a toy for its own amusement, as shockwave after shockwave of electric pleasure coursed through her nervous system. Bearing down, Fyr purred against her clit, letting the gentle vibrations travel down her long tongue and ever so gently stimulate the throbbing, pulsing nub through which she delivered her mother to such wonderful heights of pleasure. The dragoness’ thighs pressed in around her muzzle and head, Fyr’s nose squashed into her scales, but she couldn’t have thought of anywhere else she’d have rather been — as the cuckold wife.

Ropes’ paw latched onto the back of her head, claws catching one of her frills, and the dragoness grunted, yet did not stop. After all, she hadn’t been told to stop or pushed away. It was sometimes debatable which method Sasha preferred, but it was only when she had that clear, sharp signal to move that her daughter would stop pleasing her as only she could. The cougar had no such rules to follow and grunted as he slammed in, uncaring for how long he lasted while Sasha quaked beneath him, seeming only to be held up by the strength of the two bodies adoring her.

Eventually, however, she became too sensitive and the palm of her paw shoved ungracefully into the side of Fyr’s muzzle, telling her quite clearly that her job was good and done. Hardly one to complain — her jaw, after all, was a little sore — Fyr licked her lips and wriggled back, panting softly as she rolled onto her back and took stock of the situation, head spinning. Her mother’s pussy stretched around Ropes’ thick shaft and Fyr watched avidly as the skin on his cock tugged back and forth, a drool of cum and feminine arousal gleaming at the exposed base of his uncut length. Against herself, the dragoness moaned.

She was ignored. As Sasha gasped and regained her sense of self, Ropes snarled and slammed in deep, yowling as he spilled his seed and gave her, at the very least, her second load of the day. Biting her lip, Fyr leaned in, but did not quite dare play her tongue around the base of his shaft where their bodies joined, balls churning as he ejaculated with fervour, the cougar’s chest heaving as if he’d run a marathon. In all honesty, he wasn’t in much better shape after such a steamy session than the dragoness he took such great joy in breeding. And the evidence of that lay in the dragonet growing in Sasha’s belly.

Quietly, Fyr left them to it, turning on the shower for the couple to take their leave of the bedroom and perhaps join her for dinner, if they chose to eat what she made for them. Ropes had rolled his eyes more than once at whatever meal she’d come up with, but, where he would have before sat down with only a grumble, he was easily swayed by Sasha’s lure of a dinner out. And then Fyr was left with a cold dinner that she had only wanted to eat with company while the lovers enjoyed better company than she. Yet it was the notion of just what they were getting up to that kept her warm on the sofa at night while the guest room was being turned into a nursery, a paw between her legs and a smile on her lips.

It wasn’t her place to question what they were doing, after all. Not on that side. She still, of course, had her position in the household to keep on top of and, sometimes, that required a little bit of a louder voice than she was used to.

She busied herself with dinner, humming a tune to amasya escort herself as she prepared the meat for the rice dish, something new and daring that she hoped would come together in just the right way. That was always the risk with a new recipe, just like a new relationship, as one could never tell if they would do quite the right thing at quite the right moment for all to blossom fruitfully in the way one imagined.

Her mother and Ropes moseyed their way down into the living room while she bustled and went through her usual routine, the dragoness only pausing to pour a glass of wine for her mother. Ropes would have whatever he wanted and never seemed to know when she asked, yet he didn’t mind sourcing his own drink either, so she did not worry about not being able to place an appropriate beverage in his paw. Her mother, however, had a growing penchant for finery and was certainly more easily pleased.

Popping the glass on the coffee table, Fyr bobbed her muzzle and smiled, ensuring a coaster was below the circular base. Sasha sighed softly and leaned back into the plush sofa, the curtains already drawn against the street outside, a garden setting the front of the house back from everyday life. Although she didn’t interact with her neighbours much, Fyr supposed she would have to sooner or later if she wanted to get the ranch set up for their new life. That was a trial in itself, however, with so much going on.

Her mother eyed her as she retreated, her words curling around Fyr’s ear frills and down around her throat like a wrapping of silk.

“So, Fyr, how is the cleaning of the nursery coming along?” Her mother said conversationally, her feet up on the coffee table. “Did you get the paint we decided on too?”

Fyr eyed her and her rather comfortably placed bare hind paws, but made no verbal comment. The ‘we’ that her mother spoke of did not apply to the crimson dragoness and Ropes like it should have done.

“It’s…” She licked her lips, moistening a suddenly very dry mouth. “It’s coming on well enough. I’m not sure if it’s going to be too small though.”

Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Sasha waved her paw dismissively.

“You two lovebirds are due an extension on this place already — make some more room for yourselves.

“Maybe I’d have time to do that if Ropes lent a paw once in a while.”

The snap was out and past her lips before she could stop it and she clapped her paws over her mouth too late. Sasha’s eyes narrowed and she slowly swung her hind paws down from the coffee table, letting them thump onto the carpet with a final, foreboding air.

And yet… Fyr took a deep breath and clenched her fist. Hadn’t she yet learned her lesson about pushing back? Oh no… But it was true. She could get a lot more done if one or both of them helped her — just look at what a state the barn was in that she and Ropes were supposed to be fixing up! She doubted that the cougar had set paw in there since he’d last fucked her mother against the half-broken stable door that she still hadn’t found the time to fix and there wasn’t any good reason for that either.

Clearing her throat, Sasha stared her down.

“I’m waiting.”

Fyr bristled.

“For what, pray tell?”

“Your apology.”

Pressing her lips together so that she did not pant, dragging in short, sharp, anxious breaths, Fyr pressed her fingertips together before her breasts, letting them form a pointed triangle.

“Mother, it’s true. I am only one dragoness and I can’t do all of this by myself.” Gulping, she looked down at her hind paws, toes curling and flexing in her sneakers. “I can get the nursery done, more or less, but I want it to be wonderful for the little one… I want it to be the best nursery ever

“Well, you’re simply going to have to put in a few more extra hours then, aren’t you?”

The words came like a slap in the face and Fyr reeled, jaw dropping.

“You can’t be serious?” She gaped. “We’re really going through this again? Just what are you? You’re not my mother! My mother would never say anything like that!”

She didn’t expect the smirk that crossed Sasha’s lips like she didn’t expect the words that followed. And yet the scene before her seemed to move in slow motion, each movement her mother made dragged out and exacerbated so that every little detail shone in sharp clarity. Collecting her wine glass from the coffee table, Sasha gave a huge, heavy sigh, shaking her head slowly as she swirled the crimson fluid around the interior. Opening her mouth to speak, Fyr closed it again, the words she wanted to say drying up on the tip of her tongue as if they’d never actually existed.

“Oh, darling, I’m far more than just your mother now,” Sasha purred, fingering the stem of her wine glass before downing the last drops with a sigh of evident pleasure. “And it’s high time you learned that.”

She laughed mockingly and pointed a slender finger at her daughter’s chest. Fyr fought not to flinch away, digging her heels into the carpet, holding her ground with every ounce of strength she possessed.

“Or maybe you need another lesson.”

“There are no more lessons to be learned, mother,” Fyr murmured, her tone set. “Not by me. I know where I stand and I only have our best interests at heart. You should see that. Ropes should see that.”

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It was late; he’d been drinking and had fallen asleep on the lounge. Matt was home for Christmas break. He’d been off at college for three years and this was the only set of holidays he came home for a visit; all the others he spent away with his friends or on campus.

He was snoring lightly and reeked of strong spirits. I guessed he’d probably be out for the duration; and would probably wake up with a headache.

It was nearly two thirty in the morning and I was standing beside the couch looking down on him thinking wicked thoughts! I’d heard him come stumbling in. He thought he was being quiet but he could have woken the dead with the amount of noise he made. Mom and Dad seemed to sleep through it; but I couldn’t, and I was kinda peeved at him for waking me up.

I poked him in the ribs. He was passed out cold. Oh the things I could do to him! I thought with glee.

I ran on tiptoes back to my room and grabbed my marker pen off my desk; then I stopped by the bathroom on my way back and grabbed the shaving cream. What was it they said about falling asleep at a party and not doing it? Well this technically wasn’t a party, but hell I could overlook that fact, my sleep was precious to me!

I was smiling like a fiend; trying my hardest not to giggle as I put down the shaving cream, opting to draw on his face first, thinking that that might be the easiest one to start off with, a nice moustache and small pointy beard, and maybe some nice big freckles! I smiled, removed the cap and leant forward.

I’d barely gotten within six inches of his face when his hand shot up and grabbed my wrist. I sucked in a breath of surprise — too damn surprised to even squeak out a sound. His eyes had flicked open and were staring me right in the face.

“Hey sis!” He whispered with a grin. “Planning on doing something naughty with that?”

“No.” I whispered back lamely, knowing I’d well and truly been sprung!

“Liar!” He whispered back with another grin and then yanked me towards him.

I fell sprawling on top of his hard body with an ‘oof’ and he quickly twisted so I was halfway on my back and he was half on my front, pinning me down. He had my hands held together above my head. He freed the marker pen from my grasp. “Hey!” I hissed angrily.

“Shhh!” He admonished as he moved a little more atop me. “You’ll wake the olds! Then you’ll be in trouble.”

“Why me? You’re the one making all the noise.” I said squirming under him. My heart rate had jumped a little and I was feeling strangely tingly all over.

“Yes but you’re the one that was going to deface — my face.” He smiled wickedly at me and then rubbed noses with me. “Besides I’m a better liar than you are!”

“Arsehole!” I breathed indignantly, though my insides quivered.

“Oh tut tut, such language!” He patronized, staring down at me. His breath still stank of hard liquor, and perhaps it was making me a little giddy, but I felt a small thrill shock through me as I looked back up into his grey eyes.

“Oh shut up and get off me. Let me up.” I told him quietly though firmly as my young, hormonal body began to react to his manhandling and teasing.

“No I don’t think I will.” He said with a chuckle. “You have to apologise first.”

“Apologise? What for? I didn’t do anything.”

“No but you were going to.” He said with a raised brow and crooked grin. “Admit it.”

“Never!” I whispered.

“A pity.” He said cryptically and then smiled as he transferred the grip he had on my wrists to one hand. With his free hand he trailed it along my raised arm and down towards my smooth armpit. “You know we have ways of making you talk!”

“You wouldn’t dare!” I breathed, my eyes going wide.

“Oh wouldn’t I?” He teased some more as he lightly ran his fingers across my armpit making me squirm and jerk even more underneath him.

“If you do you know it’ll wake up mom and dad.” I tried not to sound desperate, I hated being tickled.

A thoughtful look passed over his face. “Hmm, that’s true. And we wouldn’t want that would we Mandy?” (Our parents hadn’t been very imaginative.) “Well I guess I’ll just have to think of another way.”

He shifted again and his leg pressed down between my thighs and hard against my mound, as his hand continued to trail downward along my ribs and over my waist. I bit my lip and tried not to groan or let my eyes roll up into my head like they wanted too. Unfortunately I couldn’t stop my nipples tightening up into hard little nubs. Which Matt noticed almost instantly I was sure as I wasn’t wearing a bra. I wasn’t sure if I was imagining things but I could have sworn I felt Matt grind his pelvis against my hip on purpose. Was it just me or was that something hard digging into my thigh?

The hand he was trailing down my body held the marker pen and I wondered what on earth he was going to do? “Please Matt.” I said swallowing at the sensations shivering through my body. “Let me up.”

“Ah-uh.” He chuckled. “Not just yet.”

“Please Matt.” I said again, squirming even more against kütahya escort his grip. He just smiled at me; this time biting his bottom lip a little and letting his eyes close for a moment.

“Nope. Turn around is fair play.” He said.

“What the hell does that mean?” I hissed beginning to worry.

“It means baby, that since you were going to tag my ass, I get to tag your ass!” Matt replied with a smug grin as I felt his fingers dip beneath the hem of my bed shirt.

“No way!” I nearly yelled, but Matt must have known I was going to do that because he covered my mouth with his hand and smothered the sound. I bucked and jerked and kicked around but I couldn’t get free and only managed in working myself into a more restricting position. I was nearly but not quite, lying face first on the couch now, my head and shoulders trapped under Matt’s left arm and armpit and he had his right leg thrown over the backs of both of mine, effectively pinning me down. “Matt stop it!” I whined; my hands now trapped against my chest.

I felt him slap me lightly on my exposed butt which made me jump a little as a shock of sensation rushed through me and I could feel myself getting damp between my legs.

“Not on your life.” He told me. My bed shirt had ridden up in the struggle and exposed not only a goodly portion of my back but also my panty covered bottom.

I felt his fingers as they slithered against the sensitive skin across my lower back and it made goose flesh rise up. I shivered and then gasped as I felt his fingers dip under the waistband of my panties. “MATT!” I hissed. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing baby sister? I’m going to tag your ass!”

“No fucking way Matt!” I growled struggling again. “I’ll tell mom and dad!”

“Go right ahead. Then I’ll have to tell them how you’d planned on coming out here and doing the same to my face, and worse — that you were planning on shaving my eyebrows off.”

“I was not!” I denied vehemently as I stopped wriggling about. (I really wasn’t going to go that far). “I was only gonna put it in your hand and then tickle your nose!” My breathing was a little fast from the exertion and my heart rate was up, but it wasn’t entirely due to my struggles. Matt’s fingers were still under the top of my panties and the backs of his knuckles were stroking back and forth across my skin. It was maddening, and thrilling and not a little disconcerting!

“Well I wasn’t to know that! Besides; you know they’ll believe me over you. I’m the favourite after all.”

I ground my teeth. It was true, Matt had always been the favourite, but he usually didn’t use that against me! “You know Matt sometimes you can be a grade-A prick!”

“Now is that any way to speak to your big brother? You know I ought-a wash your mouth out with soap!” He replied calmly; his fingers still stroking back and forth just under the waistband of my boy-leg panties; driving me crazy, making my skin tingle and my young body ache like never before, I could feel the betraying throb at the centre of my thighs and I swallowed hard in desperation. What was I going to do?

The very tips of his fingers were just (and I mean just) brushing against the top of my butt crack and it was taking all my concentration not to wriggle around some more so his fingers would dive deeper.

I knew I was young, and as a result, hormonal, but what in the hell was wrong with me? I shouldn’t be feeling this way about my older brother. I could get horny at the drop of a hat, but now? With my brother pinning me down to the couch? What was up with that! And to make matters worse, I was now positive that that wasn’t his keys — or a misplaced torch if you catch my drift — digging into my thigh either. The prick had a boner, and he was using every opportunity I afforded him by wriggling about under him, to rub it against me!

And the sick thing about it was; I kinda liked it.

It made me hornier knowing that Matt was horny, go figure! I was young and legal after all, eighteen and at that ripe age, that right age to be sexually burgeoning, discovering what made me hot, experimenting, testing the waters. He was twenty two and if I was honest, kinda hot. Tall, athletic, like most guys these days — body conscious and fit! I’d seen him with his shirt of the other morning and God Damn! Even then I’d thought, shit if only he wasn’t my brother! I would so jump his bones — or boner as the case may be.

Well it looked like it might be heading that way regardless of him being my brother.

I felt his hips grind against me again, and I knew he was doing that on purpose. I could feel the hard length of his cock as it pressed against my thigh. I bit my lip to stop from groaning and buried my face in the sofa cushion. “Fine if you’re going to do it, get it over and done with already!” I mumbled giving in, it was no use, I knew I was beat.

I felt him pause and then his hands retreated. I raised my head in confusion as I felt malatya escort him shift and he rolled me onto my back again; though he didn’t let me up. He rearranged himself, his thigh pressed once more between mine, his hard cock pressed against the top of my thigh and hip, stomach to stomach and nearly chest to chest. He resecured my wrists above my head in his one handed grip and stared down at me; marker pen forgotten.

“What?” I queried a little harshly, feeling incredibly self conscious under his intense grey eyes. “Aren’t you going to tag my ass now?” The question was heavy with sarcasm.

“Nah, you gave up. It’s no fun when you don’t put up a fight.” Matt said with a half smile. “You know sometimes you really do give up too easily.”

“Yeah well I know when I can’t win a fight.”

Matt was still staring, and still making me uncomfortable. “What?” I asked flustered.

“Nothing.” He replied with a crooked smile, knowing that that would piss me off.

“Matt, quit staring!”

“Why?”

“Because…”

“Because is not an answer.” He said.

“Just… because!” I said again unable to fully form thoughts let alone words. All I could concentrate on was the feel of his hard dick pressed against me, his chest half pressed against my breasts and those eyes of his as they stared at me. I was feeling very exposed, very vulnerable, very horny.

He shifted, maybe to get comfortable, maybe just to tease me more, but whatever the reason, it made his thigh press harder against my young aching pussy and I bit the inside of my cheek hard to stop the moan as I let my eyes close. I felt his hips shift towards me, grinding himself into me and it made me shiver. I opened my eyes and saw that he was still staring.

“What?” I whispered breathlessly.

“You know you get prettier and prettier every year I come home for Christmas. You make it hard on a guy to ignore certain things.” Matt told me as I felt his thigh flex between mine, his knee moving to make the contact between our bodies more intense.

“Wha… ah, what do you mean?” I managed to squeak out.

“I mean baby sis, that if you weren’t my sister…” Matt left the sentence hanging as he licked his lips, he leant in and rubbed noses with me again before drawing back and looking down at me once more.

“If I weren’t your sister — what?” I asked knowing full well what he was getting at but wanting to hear him say it. This time when he shifted his thigh between my legs I flexed my pelvis up to increase the pressure against my pussy hoping it would help to ease the ache. It didn’t; it only served to make it that much more intense.

I saw his eyes flutter and he bit his bottom lip a little. I could hear his breathing. It was as laboured as mine. I could see he was holding back — just barely.

“I mean baby sis, that if you weren’t my sister…” He paused, drawing out his answer just to tease me. He used his free hand to stroke along my raised arms and towards my armpit and the side of my young breast, down to my hip and the back up again. On his return trip, I felt his palm brush purposely against the side of my breast and it made me shiver; my nipples pulling yet tighter on my chest. “If you weren’t my sister, I’d be all over you like a rash!” He whispered as he stared down at my chest, taking in my peaked little nipples.

I felt his hips grind down against me and this time I let mine grind up to meet his. I bit my bottom lip and looked up at him. I could feel myself blush before I even opened my mouth because I couldn’t believe I was going to say this. I swallowed and whispered quickly, “I don’t mind a good rash every now and again.”

His hand had stopped beside my breast and his thumb was stroking back and forth over the side bulge of my boob, making the nipple remain peaked. “Don’t tease about such things baby sis. You’ll give a guy the wrong idea.” Matt warned gently, with maybe just a hint of hope in his voice, his thumb incessant in its stroking.

My eyes fluttered as I took in a shaky breath. My nipple was aching to be touched and I was wishing he’d hurry up and move his fingers over and just squeeze it for me! “Who’s teasing?” I stated in a quiet whisper as I opened my eyes and looked up at him again.

He stared at me for a long moment, trying to judge if I was telling the truth or not I guess, if I was really giving him permission to ‘be all over me like a rash’. He was taking his sweet time though and I was getting impatient. “What? Are you gonna chicken out now?” I said and cocked an eyebrow at him. I even sneered a little because I knew he hated when I did that to him.

“I’ll show you chicken!” He breathed heavily as he shifted his hand the last few centimetres and let his palm close over my shirt covered breast. His fingers scissored over my nipple and squeezed it tight. I bit my lip and smothered a low groan as my spine arched high forcing my boob harder into his hand. “Oh fuck!” He whispered when he saw and felt my reaction to his batman escort hand — and I think that was the end of the teasing on both our parts.

It happened fast…

His lips were suddenly on mine, his tongue delving deeply, possessively, into my mouth, demanding entry and not bothering to wait for an invitation. The kiss was hot and wet, and tasted of bourbon, but God I didn’t want him to stop. I couldn’t believe it, my brother, my big brother, was kissing me! His hand was groping at my breast, his fingers pinching the nipple between them, making me whimper against his mouth as hot shocks arced their way along my belly and centred in my throbbing clit! Each time his fingers tweaked at my nipple, my spine snapped upward forcing my fleshy orb harder into his palm.

His teeth nibbled at my lips and I nibbled back, sucking at his tongue, licking at his lips, feeling our teeth as they clashed against each other again and again. I didn’t think it was possible, and I never once in my life thought about this happening before tonight; but damn I was horny; hornier than I’d ever been and that was all due to my big brother. I was surprised, amazed and dumbfounded by the situation; by this overwhelming sense of sexual yearning and wanting I could feel growing inside of me. But mostly, I was just horny and damn but it showed.

I could feel my pussy slick and wet, hot and aching, crying out to be touched, stroked, petted, fingered! I clamped my thighs harder around Matt’s one that lay between them and humped against it moaning softly as his mouth, lips and tongue punished mine; as his hand continued to grope and fondle my eagerly swelling breast and my hard nipple.

I broke the kiss, turning my head, trying to catch my breath. Matt continued, his lips trailing a hot path along my jaw and down my neck. I stifled another moan as I felt his hand slide away from my small, pert breast, glide lower over my tummy and then I gasped as I felt his fingers slide under the hem of my shirt, this time with real intent. I shivered and my skin broke out in goose flesh as his hand began to slowly inch its way higher once again. My spine spasmed almost constantly under his touch and I gurgled as his mouth, lips and tongue, nipped and licked and sucked at my neck and shoulder.

As his hand trailed inexorably upward, it drew with it my shirt and I could feel the cooler air as it caressed my skin, making me shiver even more as the chill followed the heat of my brother’s touch. When his fingers finally reached their destination, I was hard pressed to keep my moans down to a quiet whimper. I wanted nothing more than to cry out in ecstasy as Matt’s palm slid into place and those wonderful fingers of his rolled my tight bud between their tips. I was dry humping his thigh harder now, trying to ease the ache that was burning between my legs. My pussy was soaking wet, my panties saturated, and I was sure there was going to be a huge wet patch on the leg of his jeans when he cared to look. But for right now, I wanted him to hurry up.

While I was totally engaged with what was going on, a small part of my brain still realised that we were out in the lounge room; and that it didn’t really afford us a lot of privacy and in fact made it entirely too easy to be caught by our parents. I think, in all honesty, that fact alone made the whole encounter that much more intoxicatingly addictive, that much hotter. That sense of danger, that sense of furtiveness that was required, that we may be caught at any given second, only served to increase my sexual arousal and it made my breathing even shallower as I strained my ears.

Matt pushed my shirt up those last few centimetres and eagerly exposed both of my young, small breasts to his eyes. He drew back and looked down at my chest. I watched him lick his lips. “Damn sis! You’ve got pretty little titties!” He whispered before he dropped his head down.

At the moment his lips touched my nipple, my eyes rolled up into my skull and I couldn’t help the loud long groan that escaped me. Matt quickly released the hold he’d maintained on my wrists and used that hand to cover my mouth, never once breaking contact with my sensitive bud. I arched my back, trying to push more of my boob into his hot, sucking mouth. His tongue swirled over my aching nipple, my flushed skin, my fleshy orb of girlie breast and it drove me wild. My hips were humping against his leg constantly now with more vigour, and Matt was reciprocating in turn; his thigh crushed against my pubis employing great friction while he ground his thick engorged cock against the top of my thigh and hip, hunching his hips against me like he wanted to root my leg — hell like he wanted to root me!

I opened my mouth beneath his smothering hand and licked at his fingers. He broke away from sucking at my breasts long enough to lean back a little and stare at me. His hand shifted, sliding away from my lips just a fraction as he turned it and let his fingers dip inside my mouth. I licked and sucked at them; imagining it was his cock I was blowing and not his digits and I knew he was thinking the same thing, or at least thinking how much he wished it was his cock I was blowing. He watched with avid interest as he slid his forefinger over my lips and into my willing mouth. His eyes fluttered closed for a second when he felt my tongue curl around the underside of his finger and undulate along its length.

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Note: This story is a sequel to Controlling Daughter.

*

I opened my eyes a little after eight the next morning. Susan had left over an hour before with Carla James to visit Carla’s mother in a town not far away. It would be an all day affair and I didn’t expect my wife to return home until late evening. I had the day to myself and I lay in the bed for a few lazy minutes planning my day when suddenly the events of the night before came back in vivid clarity.

My cock was instantly hard as I remembered my sexy daughter spanking my ass, teasing my hard cock and licking my asshole. In all of my years I had never experienced what many would call kinky sex. The images of her toes in my mouth, my tongue gliding between them and over the soft, pink soles of her sexy feet, the feel of her wet little cunt around my thick cock, brought a long, loud groan to my mouth.

I got up finally and hit the shower. While I stood under the hot spray of water the urge to jack off was overwhelming, yet I maintained some restraint. I could still hear Becky’s voice telling me that I was hers from now on and she intended to spend a lot of time fucking me. The last thing I wanted to do at that moment was waste any cum since I was looking forward to another hot time with my daughter that day. Susan would be gone all day and that made plenty of time for my little girl to once again take control of me.

I padded barefoot down the hall to Becky’s room to say good morning. The door was open and the room was empty. I checked the den and the patio, then the kitchen, without seeing a sign of my sexy little girl. I was disappointed. I was just finishing breakfast when I found a note attached to the refrigerator with a magnet.

Come down to your workshop, daddy, it read. I looked at the locked door and smiled. I knew what the cryptic note meant and I was instantly glad that I had worn nothing under my robe. I opened the door to the basement and hurried down the steep wooden stairs. As it had been last night, the lights in the immediate area of my shop were out, but a light filtered from the area where Becky and I had made love last night.

I came to a complete halt when I rounded the corner and saw Becky and her longtime friend Samantha. Then it came back to me, an important piece of the night before that I had forgotten. Becky had told me that Sam wanted to fuck me. Both girls sat on the old comfortable sofa, dressed in robes staring at me. It was obvious from the way they were dressed that both girls had something else in mind other than kicking back in the old man’s hideaway.

“Hi, daddy!” Becky chirped. “You sleep good last night?”

“I, uh, yeah, I slept ok,” I stammered. Then, looking at Sam, added, “Hi, Sam.”

“Hi, Mr. Bryant,” she said with a smile. Her voice held a rather sumptuous tone, one I’d never heard from her before.

“We’ve been talking about you, daddy.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yes,” she giggled, as she cast a look at Sam. “I, um, told her how sexy my daddy is.”

“Yeah, Mr. B.” Sam’s light gray eyes dropped briefly to the midsection of my robe.

“Take your robe off, daddy,” Becky said, her tone light but commanding.

I will admit I was a little uncomfortable with undressing in front of these two young, sexy girls. Had it just been Becky, there wouldn’t have been a problem considering what had happened the night before. And, even though my daughter told me that Sam wanted to fuck me, the idea of stripping down to nothing in front of them was a little awkward for me.

“You know the rules, daddy,” Becky said in that soft commanding voice I was beginning to get used to. “You belong to me now and you will obey me.”

“Take your robe off, Mr. B.,” Sam added with that delightfully sultry voice.

I sucked in a big breath of air and let it out as I slowly shrugged out of my robe. I stood in front of Becky and Sam, completely naked while they were still dressed. There is something wicked and naughty about being the only one naked, which probably makes me an exhibitionist.

“Oh, it’s gorgeous!” Sam exclaimed as she stared at my semi-hard cock.

“What did I tell you,” my daughter chuckled. “My daddy has a nice cock and it feels so nice in a girl’s cunt!”

“How big is your cock, Mr. B.?” Sam asked, her eyes wide and staring.

“Seven inches,” I said, my voice little more than a gasp.

“It’s so fat!” Sam’s voice clearly indicated her admiration.

“Are you ready to service us, daddy?”

At that moment I was ready to do anything my daughter asked me to do. Then, again, I didn’t really have much to say since she had already set the rules last night. I belonged to Becky and I was bound to her in such I way that I could not disobey her, and much of that was due to the fact that I wanted her to control me. I wanted to be submissive to Becky.

“Yes,” I managed to say.

“Take off your robe, Samantha,” Becky said with her lovely eyes on me. “Daddy is going to eat your delicious asshole.”

“Fuck, yeah!” Sam exclaimed.

Sam ardahan escort stood and slipped out of the terrycloth robe she wore and I groaned loudly when I say her naked body. She was short like Becky, her skin soft and pale with a light smattering of freckles on her pert nose, shoulders and slender thighs. Her pussy was shaved, the lips pink and glistening with her juices. Her small tits were cone shaped with fat pink nipples that were hard and ready to be sucked.

“You like my body, Mr. B.?”

“I love it, Sam!” I gasped.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time,” she said as she walked to where I stood. Sam touched the tip of one long finger to my chest and let it slowly make the journey down across my stomach to the thick patch of pubic hair. “Becky says you’re a nasty boy and I love nasty boys!”

I gasped loudly when she started caressing the underside of my cock with a fingernail. The action was a repeat of what my sexy daughter had done to me the night before and the feeling was exquisite. My legs began to tremble and I stood in front of this sexy young girl as she teased my hard cock until I thought I would scream with desire. I didn’t move or touch her because Becky hadn’t given me permission.. I still remembered the rules.

“You can touch her, daddy,” Becky said suddenly as if she had read my mind. “I want to watch my daddy fuck my best friend and lover.”

“That’s right,” Sam chuckled in that low, sexy voice as she read the surprised look on my face. “Becky and I have been lovers for a couple of years.”

“That is so hot!” My voice had become shaky with lust and I sucked in a big breath.

“Make love to me, baby,” Sam said, her face twisted into a wild look of lust and desire, her beautiful eyes locked onto mine. “Start with my shithole!”

Sam turned and bent over at the waist and placed her hands, palms down, on the coffee table. She spread her legs wide and I stared at her lovely pale ass for a moment before dropping to my knees behind her. Her cheeks were spread wide with the way she was positioned and I could easily see her sopping wet pussy. But it was Sam’s pink little asshole that drew my attention. Without waiting I pressed my face eagerly between her cheeks and began to lick her crack. My tongue traveled slowly up and down the sexy redhead’s ass crack, licking and savoring her sweet taste. She groaned her pleasure loud and long.

“Lick her nasty ass, daddy!” Becky hissed.

“Oh, fuck, yeah!” Sam cried out. She pressed her lovely ass hard against my eager face.

I stuck a middle finger into my mouth and got it wet, then pressed it against Sam’s tight, pink asshole that was already wet with saliva from my tongue. I pushed and watched through lust-glazed eyes as it sank into her ass. She squealed with delight and tiny whimpering sounds came from her mouth.

“Such a nice little-girl ass!” I said with a lust-filled voice.

“You like little girls, don’t you, daddy?” my daughter asked as she slipped from the sofa to the floor beside me.

“Oh, yes!”

“Rim her ass! Push your greedy tongue into her asshole!”

I groaned with unbridled ecstasy, removed my finger and began to probe Sam’s sexy asshole with my tongue. Sam began to grunt and writhe, as I loved her little asshole. When I slipped a finger deep into her pussy, Sam screamed. Her voice, so sexy and feminine and young, sent shivers of delight deep into my belly.

“Kiss me, Becky!” she cried out.

My daughter scooted around to the coffee table, planted her sexy ass on it and took her friend’s face into her hands. I watched in amazement as my daughter and her best friend kissed deeply and passionately. Their faces twisted side to side as their lips and tongues consumed each other.

“Your daddy is so hot, Becky!”

“Wait until he shoves his cock into your cunt!”

“Oh, fuck!”

It’s difficult to find an analogy that adequately describes how I felt watching my daughter and her best friend kiss deeply, their tongues clashing with hot, blistering passion. Their lips made smacking sounds as they kissed and both girls groaned with loud unbridled desire while their hands caressed and explored. My own desire continued to swell and pulsate with each second that I bathed Sam’s hot puckered hole with my greedy tongue.

Sam’s lips kissed my daughter’s face and neck; her tongue licked and tasted Becky’s soft skin, while my daughter’s pretty eyes locked onto mine. I could see the passion in her eyes and in the way her lips trembled with desire. When Sam began to lick the small, soft globes of Becky’s tits, the young raven haired beauty gasped loudly.

I turned around and rolled onto my back, then scooted under Sam until her wet, slippery cunny was just above my face. With a squeal of delight, she lowered her pussy and I began to eat the soft pink meat ravenously. I groaned forcefully. It was so damned intoxicating that I felt dizzy with the pleasure that flashed through my sex-numbed brain. I lay on adıyaman escort the floor with a most desirable young girl’s wet pussy rubbing my greedy mouth in tiny, quick circular motions, my hands caressing her soft hips and thighs.

“Fuck, yes!” Sam cried out. “Eat my cunt, Mr. B.!”

“Such a nice little pussy!” I groaned. “So wet and hot!”

“MMMMM! My daddy likes little-girl cunts!”

“That’s it, Mr. B.!” Sam cried out. “Suck my clit!”

I squeezed her soft ass cheeks while I attacked her pussy with my tongue and lips. While Sam ate my daughter’s tits, I slipped a finger into her pussy, then a second and a third. Sam’s hips began to rock wildly as I pumped her wet fuck hole with three fat fingers. When my fingers were wet and slippery with the young redhead’s pussy juice I pulled them out and pressed the middle finger to her small, wrinkled asshole and pushed. She screamed her delight when I sank my finger deep into her ass and began pumping it hard and fast.

“Oh, Fuck! Yessssssssss! Finger-fuck my asshole”

Sam was hot. She dropped her head between Becky’s spread legs and began to devour my daughter’s pussy with her mouth. I head my daughter scream and heard the creaking of wood being jostled around forcefully as my daughter’s hips began to rock madly. Sam had slipped beyond the boundaries of sanity and reasoning as she suddenly began to convulse frantically with orgasm. I pumped her asshole with a fat middle finger and sucked on her clit while she screamed into Becky’s pussy.

I held onto Sam’s wildly gyrating hips as her pussy rubbed my mouth until the spasms subsided and she collapsed with her head between my daughter’s spread legs. She gasped for breath and I could feel the tremors that still shook her small body. I got onto my knees just behind her and began to plant small kisses on her soft back while I reached under her and began to caress her tits and tummy.

“That was so fucking good!” she exclaimed.

“What did I tell you?” Becky grinned as she cut her eyes toward me.

“Do you still want to have my baby, Sam?” I asked softly.

Sam looked over her shoulder and grinned at me. “Oh, fuck, yes! I’ve wanted you to breed me for so long now!”

“Yeah, daddy, fair is fair.” Becky had a knowing smile on her face and the cryptic words piqued my interest.

“What’s fair?” I asked playing along.

“Well…” And the two girls laughed as they traded a look. “I’m late, daddy. I should have had my period two weeks ago and I bought a tester at the drug store. I’m pregnant and the only man I’ve been fucking for the past two months is Mr. Tyler.”

I stared at my daughter for at least two full minutes without saying a word. Curiously, Becky’s admission that she’s been fucking Harold Tyler, a good friend and neighbor, over the past two months didn’t bother me. Of course, after what I had done with my daughter and what I was about to do to his, sort of leveled the playing field. What was incredible to me was that Becky was pregnant with Harry’s baby and that knowledge began to stoke the fire of my lust to a bright, white-hot flame.

“So, are you gonna make a baby in me, Mr. B.?” Sam’s voice was soft and hesitant and I could tell she was unsure – mostly because of the long pause as I digested the startling information.

“I’m going to shove my cock in your hot little cunt, Sam, and fuck you until I fill you up with my baby seed!”

“Yessssssssss!”

“Fuck her, daddy! Make a baby in her!”

I touched the head of my cock to the delightful little redhead’s pussy and moved it up and down a few times between her wet, slippery lips. Then I positioned it at the entrance to her hot fuck hole and pushed hard, both of us gasping with pleasure when the head spread her lips and sank deep inside of her.

“FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!”

As I began to fuck Sam’s pussy with slow, hard thrusts, she quickly buried her face back between my daughter’s wide, spread legs. Becky’s eyes, which had been on mine, glazed over as her friend’s tongue began to once again devour her steamy wet pussy. I couldn’t believe that I was on my knees behind a sexy young girl, fucking her hot pussy that felt like wet satin to my hard, throbbing cock while she ate my daughter’s pussy. It was the most erotic experience of my life!

I caught Sam’s tits that were swinging madly and began to fondle them. She groaned her approval into Becky’s cunt while my fingers pulled, pinched and twisted her delicious hard nipples. The three of us were panting and gasping as we fucked, sucked and licked each other. Sam’s tight little cunt was like a velvet glove around the fat shaft of my raging hard cock.

“You like that, baby?” I gasped as I pounded her pussy. “You like my cock in your cunt?”

“Oh, fuck, yes! You feel so good!”

“It makes me so hot to watch you fuck my lover’s pussy, daddy!” Becky exclaimed breathlessly. “Now I want to see her tummy get big with your baby in her!”

“Make a baby in me, Mr. B.!” karabük escort Sam whimpered into my daughter’s sopping wet gash.

“I think both of you should start calling me Jim,” I said. “Especially you, Sam, if you’re going to have my baby.”

“MMMMM! I like that!” Sam hissed.

My baby girl was beginning to grow more and more excited as Sam continued to consume her pussy. I could see her desire and the hot, steamy lust in her expression as she stared at me. She was leaning back a little with her hands, palms down, resting her weight on the table

“Does it make you hot to know I’m pregnant with Mr. Tyler’s baby, daddy?” Becky asked with a smile on her lust-filled face.

“Oh, yes, baby! I can’t wait to see how beautiful you’ll look with a baby in your tummy!”

“And now you’re going to make my best friend pregnant!”

“Oh, fuck!” I groaned. The idea of making the delightful little redhead pregnant nearly caused me to blow my seed into her cunt before I was ready. I was trying valiantly to make myself last the course. “Sam is so beautiful and I can’t believe she wants to have my baby!”

Sam groaned as she ate my daughter’s pussy and shoved her sweet ass back hard against me. I let go of her tits and began to fuck her harder and faster, shoving her pretty face harder against Becky’s steamy cunt, which caused my daughter to cry out with pleasure. Then, without a word, Becky raised her sexy feet and settled them gently on Sam’s back.

“Lick my feet, daddy!” Becky said breathlessly, her pretty eyes on me. “Suck my toes and lick my feet like you did last night.”

“Oh, baby…”

I grabbed both of my daughter’s feet and raised them to my mouth. I became an animal as harsh, guttural sounds issued strongly from my mouth. I sucked a big toe deep into my mouth and began to suck it as I would one of her fat nipples. She whimpered with delight. I began to swirl my tongue around her big toe, licking and sucking it as she roughly fondled her tits. I took all of her toes into my mouth and loved them until I saw the stirrings of Becky’s approaching orgasm. I licked the soft, pink soles, kissed them and pressed them hard against my face.

Becky began thrashing, bucking wildly as she suddenly exploded into orgasm. Seeing my little girl cumming from the attention of another girl’s mouth brought me to the edge and I erupted deep inside of Sam’s pussy. I dropped Becky’s feet and reached under Sam, found her clit and began to rub it furiously. The combination of my finger rubbing her clit and the sudden explosion of cum inside of her, brought the cute redhead to a mind-numbing orgasm.

* * * * *

Several long minutes later I lay on the floor on my back with Sam on one side and Becky on the other. I held both of the girls against me tightly as our bodies trembled. Two long, soft legs were entwined with mine as they lay close, their hands lightly caressing my chest and stomach. Looking down over my stomach I could see my limp cock glistening with Sam’s pussy juices and her cum.

“Thank you, daddy,” Becky said raising her head and looking into my eyes. “You are so hot!”

“I think I should be thanking both of you,” I chuckled lightly. “Last night and today has been the most incredible time of my life!”

“You are so sexy, Jim,” Sam murmured, raising up and looking at me. Then she lightly touched her lips to mine and kissed me softly. “I’ve wanted you so badly for so long.”

“And now you have each other,” Becky smiled.

“You know,” I said hesitantly, as a thought came to mind that I didn’t think either girl had considered. For that matter, it looked as though I hadn’t though of it. “Have either of you thought about your mothers? While Harry and I would love this arrangement, I doubt your mothers are going to be thrilled about us making you girls pregnant.”

“I think that’s a little late, daddy,” Becky laughed. “At least for me it is.”

“And it will be too late for me, Jim,” Sam said. “You and are going to make a baby today.”

“Besides, Sam and I have all of the bases covered,” my daughter put in. “We’ve already seduced her mom and she’s thrilled about our plan.”

“Wait a second,” I said quickly. “What plan?”

Becky looked at me with an exasperated look on her face. “After you make a baby in Sam, we’re gonna change places. I’m going to move in with Harry and Gina and Sam will move in with you and mom.”

“Well…” I started laughing. It was the craziest plan I had ever heard of, not to mention the most impractical. “You may have seduced Gina and she might be all for your plan but your mother is gonna go nuts. Trust me…I know your mother, baby.”

“Trust me, daddy,” Becky said with that knowing smile of hers. “This plan is going to work.”

Suddenly, I felt a small, soft hand on my cock and I looked down to see Sam’s fingers curling around the limp shaft. Then, without a word, Becky began to suck and nibble on my right nipple while Sam attacked the other. Together, in the small space of maybe fifteen seconds, they had my cock hard and throbbing again. I couldn’t believe it! I was hard again!

“We have a baby to make,” Sam said softly as she gently kissed my lips.

“Oh, Sam…”

“You know what I said last night about me owning you, daddy?” my daughter asked. When I nodded she said, “Now you belong to Sam. Whatever she says, you have to obey her.”

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This is a story of how a son helps his mom cope with a family loss.

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The funeral was over and the limousine was taking me and my mom home to our empty house.

We just buried my dad who died suddenly from a heart attack. My mom was devastated as was I. Dad was only 50 and never had a health problem. This took us completely by surprise.

Now, my mom at 45 and I at 18 had to move on with our lives, alone.

Fortunately, my dad had great life insurance from work plus his own private insurance so we didn’t have to worry about money. The house was paid for, as well.

Over the next few weeks, neighbors and friends stopped by with food and to see how we were doing. But after awhile, this became less and less.

At night, I would often hear my mom crying in her bedroom. I didn’t know what to do or how to comfort her.

I was supposed to go to college in the fall, but I put it off one semester so I could stay with my mom.

No matter what I did for my mom, it just seemed like it didn’t help.

One night I took my shower before I went to bed. As I finished my shower, I wrapped myself in my towel and was heading to bed when I heard my mom sobbing.

I went in her bedroom to try to comfort her. She was sitting on the edge of the bed in tears. I went over to her and sat down not realizing my towel had parted a bit and I was exposed.

I held her in my arms and told her everything would be fine. I reminded her that we were well off financially and that dad would not want her to be constantly crying or feeling badly. He would want her to go on with her life.

We held each other for awhile and for some strange reason, I started getting an erection. I tried to hide it but mom noticed it and suggested I go to my room and to bed.

As I got up, the towel fell to the floor and I was now naked in front of my mom. kastamonu escort I looked at mom and she looked at me and started crying again.

I didn’t even bother to cover up again as I asked Mom what the problem was. She looked at me and said that one thing she will miss a lot is the intimacy she shared with my dad and that seeing me naked reminded her of that.

I sat down again and held her. Suddenly, she turned her head towards me and kissed me, not a thank you kiss, but a sexual type kiss.

I pulled back and asked her what she was doing. She looked at me and said she needed me. She kissed me again and this time I didn’t pull back.

Her tongue entered my mouth and mine met hers. I turned my body to face hers and our kisses became more passionate. My cock was hard and I could feel my mom’s hand gripping it and starting to stroke it.

I leaned back and then my mom lowered her head and her mouth engulfed my cock. She started sucking it and I could feel the pressure building up. I knew it was wrong but how could I deny my mom.

As she was bobbing her head up and down my shaft, I told her I was going to cum. She sucked my cock harder and squeezed my balls and then I shot my cum load into my mom’s mouth and watched as she swallowed it all. I fell back on the bed, spent.

After I rested a bit, I got up, picked up the towel and went to my room and got into my bed, naked.

At some time in the middle of the night, I felt the covers move. I looked over and there was my mom, naked, getting into my bed. I made believe I was sleeping and didn’t notice.

As I laid in bed, I could again feel my mom’s hand on my cock, jerking it softly. She got it hard and then lifted up the covers and straddled me. In an instant she pushed her cunt down onto my cock until it disappeared in her cunt.

I kayseri escort woke up and asked her what she was doing. She looked at me and said that she needed this and wanted to be my lover. She pleaded with me to let me fuck her.

I told her I would and with that, my mom rode my cock hard until she had an orgasm and I came in my mom.

She rolled off of me and laid next to me. Her nakedness was pressed against me. Her tits on my chest. Her nipples hard as rocks as she slid one in my mouth and told me to suck it.

I did as I was told and my cock was hard again. This time I asked my mom to spread her legs as I mounted her.

My cock found its wet target and slipped in her cunt easily. A few thrusts and my mom had another orgasm. I pulled my cock out and came on her tits.

I fell to the side and we fell asleep in each other’s arms with my cum on my mom’s tits.

The next morning we woke up and my mom gave me a big kiss. I asked her if she was ok. She smiled and said she felt great, thanks to me.

She got out of bed, took a shower and went to make breakfast. She just threw on a short robe that barely covered her inviting ass.

I followed and took my shower, put on a pair of shorts and met her downstairs.

As we ate, I asked her if she was ok with what happened last night. She smiled and said it was the best night she had in a lot of time. She then asked me how I felt.

I looked at my mom and said, “Mom, you are very beautiful and you don’t need me. You can find someone who can satisfy you. I am your son and we shouldn’t be doing this.”

My mom looked at me, “Son, You remind me of your dad so much and I need you at this time. Please say we can be lovers. I will do anything you want, anything

We finished breakfast and I told her that I would do kıbrıs escort whatever she wanted.

I went upstairs and waited for my mom. After a few minutes, she came up and stood in front of the bed. She took off her robe and for the first time, I really saw my beautiful mom naked in the light.

Her breasts hung down a bit but they were so sexy. Her nipples were erect and her pussy was neatly trimmed. She was a vision of loveliness.

I approached her and pulled her to me. Her tits pressed up against my chest. She put her hands on my shorts and slid them off of me. My cock pressed up against her pussy.

We laid on the bed and began making out. As we kissed, my mom sucked my tongue into her mouth. My hands roamed all over her nakedness. Her nipples were hard and pressing into me. My mouth found one and I started sucking it hard while kneading her other tit.

I could feel her wetness on my leg. I knew it was time for me to slip my cock in her cunt.

I told her to get on all fours and I lined up my cock to her slit. I slipped my cock in her and pushed until it was completely in her cunt.

As I started fucking her doggie style, her tits swayed back and forth with each thrust. My balls were hitting my mom’s ass as I fucked her. Her moans and body tremors told me to fuck her harder. I started ramming my cock in her.

She started screaming over and over that she was cumming and for me not to stop.

A couple of more thrusts and I came deep in my mom’s cunt. When I pulled my cock out, my cum oozed out of her and onto my cock.

We fell over in a heap, exhausted.

My mom took my face and kissed me, telling me how much she loved me as a lover.

We rested with her head on my chest as she fell asleep.

Our relationship went on for a few months until I had to go off to college. By this time, my mom stopped crying and got on with her life.

When I came back for spring break, my mom told me she met somebody who she liked and was seeing him. I congratulated her and told her I was happy for her.

That night we had dinner and relaxed. Then my mom asked me if I wanted to go upstairs with her.

I looked at my mom, smiled, got up and followed her upstairs.

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Chapter VII: The Princess Escapes

Horror clamped around Lisa like a vice. It took every iota of her strength to keep quiet, not to show any reaction to the news. She hadn’t even known his real name. Paul Twilley. She’d only called him fag, wimp, Lisa. He was dead, split from his mutilated cock to his false tits. There were pictures.

Her horror had two parts. First came the irrevocability and senselessness of the violent death of someone she knew. He’d fucked her. She’d fucked him. She probably still carried minuscule traces of his life deep in her cunt. The thought made her nauseous.

The second aspect was that her double life could well be exposed. The recorded time of death put her in the alley with him less than four hours before some deranged animal had ripped him open. The investigation could turn her up. If it did, there went the ball game. Fuck. She could produce an alibi, if the other whores on her street would speak up, but that would still totally destroy her life.

She excused herself, too abruptly, and locked herself in a bathroom stall. She didn’t puke, like she thought she would. Her smoke tasted like dried cabbage. Slowly, over the time it took to finish the cigarette, she saw that, regardless of whether she was implicated or not, life would never be the same.

Whores like Paul/Lisa died all the time. They were beaten to death. They were stabbed or shot. Sometimes their bodies were found. Sometimes they simply vanished, like the girl she’d gotten her corner from. Every time she put herself out there, the man she ended up with could be some psycho. There was no way to know, beforehand.

She’d heard the stories the girl’s told. She’d been aware of the risk factor. But this drove it home. This made it personal. It could happen to her.

No, she corrected. It would happen, not could. If not by knife or gun, by disease or drug. It had to. What she was doing to herself wouldn’t make sense otherwise. If it didn’t happen on its own, she’d do something to make it so.

Peculiar place to find one of those crossroads in life, she smiled thinly. The middle stall in the ladies’ shitter on the seventh floor. Guess it’s appropriate, in a way.

She heard the door open, recognized the faint squeak of Ann’s beige pumps. She dried her eyes.

“Having trouble with the plumbing, Lisa?”

“Nothing serious. Who drew the . . . Twilley thing?”

“Homicide took it away from us, as usual. Why?”

“I can’t talk about it now. Not here. Want to go for a ride?”

“Where?”

“To the morgue.”

Trotter didn’t answer. Lisa flushed the toilet, drew a deep breath, and faced her. This was going to be a class A mother-fucker. But the sergeant didn’t do anything more than meet her eyes and follow her from the room. The elevator ride was also silent. Only in the car, with Lisa staring out the passenger’s window, did her partner speak up.

“You knew this guy.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah. Biblically.”

“It wasn’t any accident he was going by your name. Hair like yours.”

“No. No accident.” She spilled all of it, never once looking inside the car.

Autumn was encroaching on summer. In the park, the trees were still green, but they knew. By the angle of the sun and the length of the days, by the first fluttering northerly breezes, they knew. Change was coming. They didn’t resist in any way.

In a week or two, they’d begin to release their leaves. They’d served their purpose. It was time to go. Sometimes, she guessed, you’d find them blocks, maybe miles away. These very leaves, skittering through the concrete canyons, blown up against alley walls in little drifts.

“So what are you going to do?”

Lisa found a cigarette. “Better cover your ass, Ann. This is going to get messy. I’ve got to tell Homicide what I know. No way I’m coming out with my badge. I’ll be damned lucky to stay out of jail. If you stand too close, they might want to sniff your cunt, too.”

Trotter drove a half block in silence. “I can’t let you do it, Lisa. I want you to keep that beautiful mouth shut. There’s no fucking reason to do it. None at all. He’s gone. Dead. You can’t bring him back. All you can do is take yourself down.”

Lisa shook her head. “I wish I could just forget about it, Ann. But it’s more than feeling responsible for what happened to her. Him. Twilley. Paul Twilley. I can’t let that happen to me. And it will, if I don’t stop it.” And it’ll happen to you, too, someday, she thought. We both know it will.

“Okay. If you won’t do it for yourself, then do it for me. You’re right, you know. They’re bound to investigate everybody who ever had anything to do with you. You’re going to be responsible for taking others down, too. Like Wilson, maybe.”

She knew it was true. Her heart felt like lead. It’d be so easy. So easy to just listen to Ann. She’d heard those sweet lips murmur words of love to her mere hours before. Now she was on her way to destroying yet another life.

Maybe, she reminded herself. Maybe not. I’ve got to follow my convictions. It’s the right thing izmit escort to do. Fuck, is it better to let her end up with a knife in her guts, or a reprimand? Surely that’s all she’d get. Too many people owe her favors.

Trotter read her re-formed determination. Her anger showed through. “How about Wilson, then? You expose yourself as a whore who he just gave a juicy transfer to, and what’s going to happen to him?”

Lisa stared out the window. “I’m sorry, Ann. I’m really sorry. But it’s the only choice I have left. I’ve tried everything else, don’t you see?”

“No. I don’t see. And lots of other folks won’t, either. And believe me, babe, you haven’t really tried everything yet.”

She spent the span of a red light staring coldly at Lisa’s graceful body. The curve of her slim, round hips. The ripe swell of her full little tit. What she could see of her face, the rich red corner of her pouty mouth, the artfully traced and tinted corner of her eye.

“That’s too bad, hon. What a hell of a waste of talent.” She pulled away when the light went green, speculatively raked her companion’s body one last time.

“What are you going to do after the dust clears? And it will, you know. You won’t do any time. The papers’ll give you your thirty seconds of fame, and things’ll settle down after a while. But what about you? Where will you go? What will you do?”

Lisa shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. That’s not the point anymore.”

“What is the point?”

“I don’t know. I just know it’s not what I thought it was. It’s never been what I thought it was.” She’d tried to do what They told her. She’d failed. She’d tried to set up her own system. It’d turned out to be just as full of lies as Theirs.

Trotter stopped the car in front of the building housing what was left of Paul Twilley. “Why the morgue, Cole? Why the fuck do you want to do this to yourself? It’s not necessary.”

“Maybe not. But unless I do it, I’m afraid I’ll change my mind someday. It won’t be real anymore. I’ll forget. I’ll only remember the good parts. What it felt like to clutch a hundred bucks in my fist while some stranger’s cock split my cunt. And that’s not what it’s really about. That’s only part of the truth.”

She nodded toward the doors. “There’s another part in the basement, in a cooler, wearing a toe-tag. And there are other parts I don’t even know about yet.”

Trotter’s smile was icy. “At least there’s something we agree on.”

She did puke, later. She’d known she might. Fuck, maybe she wanted to vomit as much out of herself as she could. Maybe she wanted to feel drained, bleached as clean as she could get.

Then, it was off to an appointment with the homicide boys. Trotter had run away to make ass-covering phone calls, no doubt. That was just as well. She needed to do this on her own. They’d kissed goodbye in the elevator.

“Will you come by tonight?” Trotter had asked, still slightly cool, despite the knee pressed firmly between Lisa’s thighs.

“You’re sure that’s smart? Risking being seen with me?” Lisa moaned.

“You’ll be discreet. Come in the back way.”

“Yes. I’m not going to want to be alone after this. Have some decent wine chilled? And be ready to fuck my brains out.”

It went better than she’d expected. The two dicks on the case, Rogers and Brandt, stayed polite throughout, kept their questions and comments civil and to the point. She saw their anger and outrage, though. Not because she’d been a whore, but because she was hurting the Force. She’d tarnished her badge, the same one they wore.

They didn’t take it from her, of course. Neither did Captain Sloan. She marched straight into his office and laid it out for him, too. It was pretty mechanical by the third telling. He was shocked, then grim. He didn’t actually can her. He couldn’t, until she actually signed the statement tomorrow. But he did suspend her without pay pending a review board. They both knew how the board would find.

That night, at Ann’s place, she let her hurt and fear come out in the only way she felt strong enough to act it out. She got drunk and decadent.

Trotter laughed and broke the kiss Lisa had initiated. “Jesus. You are one horny bitch, Cole. Don’t you ever get enough?”

“That’s what I’m trying to find out. Why? Don’t you want me?”

Ann cradled a hard little tit. “There. Does that feel good?”

Lisa arched her back, pressed into the caress. “Umm. It’s a great start.”

With her other hand, Trotter tickled a darkly stockinged thigh. “You look so soft tonight. So feminine. It makes me want to take charge, Lisa. It makes me want to dominate you.”

Lisa’s legs slowly parted. She cried out softly as the slender, wise hand stroked her upper thigh, insinuated itself upward. “Yes,” she whispered. “Please. Do whatever you want to me. Tell me what to do, Ann.”

Submission was exactly what she’d been craving. She wanted to relax, to not have any responsibilities at all other than to follow very explicit orders. Lick pussy, suck tit, lay still, bodrum escort roll over. It would make life so simple, make all the day’s horrors and uncertainties vanish.

That was exactly the sort of release she craved after ruining both her careers. To have no worries for a while. No fears. To escape. To not have to be strong, just for the night.

“Fuck me,” she begged, her cunt suddenly sodden, even though no fingers had petted it. “Hurry. Please.”

Trotter shook her head soberly. “No good, babe.”

“Ann, please. I need -“

“I know what you need. I know even better than you do, slut. Don’t I, you cheap whore? You’re going to do whatever I tell you, right?”

Lisa began to protest, began to let her hole chase the hand that was so maddeningly close. She bit her lips, made tight fists. More than she wanted immediate gratification, she wanted the other more. The helplessness. The infantile dependency. “Yes. Whatever you say.”

“That’s the idea. I’ve had all afternoon to think about it. I made some phone calls. We’re going to have a little going away party.”

She groaned. “Ann, I don’t think I’m up for -“

“I’m talking a real party, whore. I’m going to see to it you get so thoroughly fucked tonight that you’ll never want to turn another trick as long as you live. Put down that glass, wipe that insipid grin off your face, and go take a fucking bath.”

She did as she was told, trying to imagine exactly what was up. All her regular johns? A train of tricks some of the street girls put together?

By the time the bath was draining, her nipples had been tweaked to full extension and her pussy lips were red from rubbing. She scraped the rough towel over herself more thoroughly than necessary.

Trotter had an absolutely scandalous outfit laid out for her. A black lace bustier, webbed down the gaping front, would cradle her tits, not hide them. Its garters would support her hose. The crotchless g-string panties left everything important exposed. The fingerless lace opera gloves were something new. No skirt. No blouse. Just stiletto heeled sandals.

She didn’t ask, didn’t protest, just dressed. Trotter examined her, adjusted the garters and tits to suit herself, then ordered her to the vanity to be made up.

Lisa did nothing but watch and wonder. Watch the consummate whore’s face her lover was creating, plastering her face with too much of everything. And wonder at the anger, the barely contained rage she did it with. Even through Lisa’ building lust, it didn’t feel right. It was more than part of the game. It hadn’t been like this before. She wasn’t at all sure she liked it, but did nothing to break the spell the vast space inside her cunt was weaving over her judgment.

She stared raptly into the mirror, watched her face bloom with wicked color. Her sultry lids turned deep grey and silver all the way to her penciled brows and temples. Her lashes became black, long and thick and brittle. Their roots were traced with a black tinged with blue, making her azure eyes glow darkly.

The pores of her face vanished under foundation and powder. Her high cheekbones were unnaturally flushed above the artificially pallid perfection of her skin. The contours of her nose and chin had been visibly shaded. Her lips burned with her most treasured deep scarlet lipstick. Her mouth had been reshaped by a false outline, the color so thickly applied and so heavily glossed that no texture showed through. Her lips looked as slick as molten glass, and that hot.

“And you’ll keep them that way, you fucking worthless cunt. Every time you smoke a cigarette or take a drink, or swallow a cock, you be damned sure your mouth is fucking perfect. Understand?”

“Yes, mam.”

“Every time you fuck up and forget, you get three lashes with this.” She slapped her leg with a short whip. It was soft, but hurt like hell. Lisa should know. It was hers. She’d both used and felt it before. She hated it, and Ann read it by her visible cringe. Why the threat of real punishment? Was she really still that mad?

“I won’t forget. I promise.”

“We’ll see. Now, to make sure you stay in here without peeking until I’m ready for you to come out, I’m going to tie you to the bed. Lay down.”

Lisa’s fears were again lost in a hollow rush of need. She spread herself, her haunted eyes locked on the overhead mirror as the padded restraints were fastened around her wrists and ankles. They were hers, too. Had Ann broken into her car and lifted them? It didn’t matter. They felt perfect, gripping her, stretching her, displaying her. She was a doll, a grotesque Barbie. Her nipples bulged, strained toward the ceiling. Her cunt steadily oozed fluids. Her parted, panting, gleaming lips said she was on the brink of orgasm. And they didn’t lie. But there was no blindfold. And Ann, instead of fucking her with the huge dildo laying on the floor, left and closed the door.

It was all different, all new. She’d never been bound and left alone. She’d never looked like this, not even at her most alanya escort wild. Never felt like this, so fucking turned on it was insane, and unable to do a damned thing about it. It was torturous. It was cruel and heartless.

And she loved it. Everything about it was perfect. The way her crimson mandarin nails hooked over the palms of her gloves, and her matching toes peeked through the impossibly tall shoes. The way the seams of the hose twisted gracefully as she turned her legs, admiring their beautiful shape. It was all absolutely ideal. She recognized, after a time, that this was what she’d always had in mind, how she always dreamed she should look. It wasn’t who she was. It was who she craved to become with all her heart and soul. In a way, it truly was her soul made visible.

Ann must be trying to show her this about herself. That was why she was mad. Because Lisa had been blind to something she should know about. Something vital. Seeing herself this way changed everything. How could she ever stop being this, now that she’d finally seen it?

She was still enraptured, her vision so powerful that it kept her right on the edge of a stupendous orgasm, when she faintly heard the doorbell the first time. A few minutes later, there was a distant knock. The guests were arriving. She could hear the confused murmur of deliberately lowered voices.

Soon They would come for her. Come to look at her. Come to fuck her in every hole, all at once. It wasn’t important who They were, as long as there were enough. It had to go on and on. She didn’t care about anything beyond the realm of cocks and holes. Until she recognized, through the deafening din of her fantasies, a particular laugh.

Captain Wilson’s laugh.

Then, other voices became clear enough to recognize. Ann’s, of course. But, wasn’t that Chandler, from the old precinct? And Riley and Donovan, the inseparable duo in Vice?

Her panic and denial rose sluggishly through the clinging fog of her transcendent lust. No. It couldn’t be. Ann wouldn’t do that to her.

The shrill cackle of that asshole Deputy Chief Walters’ distinctive giggle shattered her refusal to face the facts.

That’s exactly what Ann had done. Her peers. Her superiors. They were all out there. Soon, Ann was going to lead them through the door, show them who Lisa Cole really was.

She fought lethargically. She had to escape, snap or stretch the thick, soft ropes enough to wriggle free. It was hopeless. She knew from experience they were stronger than they looked, not mere props. All she succeeded in doing was wrinkling the bedspread.

Before the totality of the humiliation to come really registered, brought with it a desperate anguish and hysterical tears, the door swung open. Ann stepped through, smiling harshly, raking her with cold eyes.

“Well, well. The little slut’s figured out what’s going on. She’s not as brainless as she looks, guys. Come on in. Say hi to the guest of honor.”

Men began filing through the door. She knew them all. She’d worked beside them, heard their briefings or seen them pass through on their way to Wilson or Sloan’s office. And they were staring hungrily and mockingly and pityingly and hatefully at her totally exposed self, painted and garbed like the Princess of Whores. They were all going to fuck her. She knew it by the look in their eyes as much as the bulges in their pants. They were going to gang rape her. And there was nothing in heaven or hell she could do to stop it.

“The sloppy cunt’s chewed her lipstick guys. Can you believe it? She’s in love with her mouth, you know. Know how many different red lipstick’s she’s collected. Forty-four. Right, Lisa?”

It was really forty-nine. Five more had come in the mail the day before. But she couldn’t speak.

“I told her what’d happen if she did that without fixing it. Told her I’d use the whip on her. God she hates that. Loves to dish it out, but can’t take it.”

That drew a low chuckle from some of the audience. Most, though, seemed not to have heard Trotter. Their unwavering stares hurt. She’d never been looked at this way. The eyes bruised her tits with their collective weight, sank into her cunt like an invisible cock. But the pain was subtle, just as subtle as the discomfort of chains after wearing them for a while.

And, like that, it easily became pleasure. The lash fell across her thighs. Lisa felt a hard squeeze somewhere within her cervix. A second blow fell, across her stomach. The knot opened, bloomed like a night flower. They might hate her and pity her, but they’d fuck her anyway. The third blast of searing pain came from her tits. The black blossom became all there was. She plunged into its core with a shrill scream. She was nothing like any of them had ever seen before.

“Here, whore. Let Annie fix your lipstick for you. Hold still. I know the brush tickles. That’s a good girl. You want to be sexy for the boys, don’t you? I thought so.” Aside. “Look at this, fellas. The slut’s having an orgasm. I told you she’d be glad you all came.”

They started fucking her soon after shooting a couple of rolls of film of her. Nobody’d ever done that before. Ann held up mirrors so she could always see exactly what the lens was seeing. They were capturing her there. They were trapping her, freezing her as she was at this moment. They were making her real. For all time, that’s the way she’d be.

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The Gulfstream G150 jet swiftly made its way across the twilight skies. Its cabin was business-like with high backed leather chairs, flat screen monitors, desks and tables of varying sizes. Everything a titan of industry could require in his travels.

But on this flight, the interior lights were largely dimmed and only a solitary passenger was aboard. She sat in the black leather chair and looked out the window as the last rays of sunlight began to disappear. She sipped ginger ale from glasses imprinted with the company logo and then looked down at a copy of Business Week magazine that had been left aboard. Amidst the cover’s headlines was one that caught her eye.

“America’s Ghost Towns: The Next Land Boom?”

She idly began to flip through the issue until she saw the story. It was definitely about towns that had largely been abandoned by industry, were slowly dying, but ripe for new business opportunities.

One photo and its caption made her stop.

“I know this town.” She said quietly to herself.

Rocky Hill, Texas was an oddity in so many ways. No one could recall how a town could be called Rocky Hill when there were no hills and few rocks. It was largely flat and dusty. At the end of one street was the Super Chief Café, named for the famous transcontinental train that used to stop in town on its way to or from the west coast and open 24 hours. Billy Bob Hutchinson, its owner, had wisely added a Texaco gas station next to the café, cashing in on a fuel they sold called Super Chief. When the Super Chief train made its last run, he kept the station/café open even with the diminishing business. It made for a yearly write off on his income taxes, nothing more. The locals had taken to calling it “the Super Cheap Café”.

A solitary girl walked the empty streets to her waitress shift at the café. She was short with thick black hair that she’d tie back when on duty. She wore a light blue uniform that felt tight on her body at times. It had belonged to a previous employee who wasn’t as “blessed” in certain areas as the current owner was.

Her name was Laura.

Though she usually worked a variety of shifts at the café, more often than not she got the overnight shift where the clientele consisted of the occasional long haul trucker on their way to Dallas or further west looking for an extra bit of coffee to keep them going for 100 more miles, or line workers for the phone company. But for the most part, she was on her own listening to the radio and wondering what was down the road that led out of town, to the Interstate highway, to parts unknown.

By 11 PM, the café had seen the last of its regulars and she’d be on her own until the early morning breakfast crowd arrived. To say things were quiet was putting it mildly. She leaned against the counter trying to decide how to spend the next few hours. All the dishes had been washed by the previous shift, the coffee was brewed.

But this uniform was just too damn tight and wearing a bra underneath probably didn’t help matters either. She took a look around the empty café and then outside the front door, nobody in sight, good. She immediately unbuttoned the front of her uniform and unlatched her bra, the rush of “being free” as it were felt great. She doubted anybody would care if she kept it off. Hell, she could probably do her shift totally naked and it wouldn’t make any difference, it was so slow tonight. And a gentle night time breeze felt wonderful on her breasts.

Good sense prevailed and she quickly re-buttoned her uniform.

She got a coffee for herself and sat outside and took in the quiet night air. In the distance she saw headlights far off down the main road. But they seemed to be taking a long time to get closer.

The headlights she’d seen belonged to a sputtering VW van that pulled into the parking lot. It was smoking out of the back end. Its driver quickly got out and opened up the back, quickly being engulfed in smoke and steam.

“Are you OK?” she called to him

He waved off the smoke

“Yes, I think it’s an oil leak. You don’t have a mechanic round here, do you?”

“Not until the morning.” Laura said as she walked over.

“Well, guess I’m stuck here. Is there someplace I could park until the morning?”

“Sure, over there by the sign.” she said pointing to the weathered Texaco sign.

“Good enough.” He said “Oh, I’m John.”

“Laura.” She said as they shook hands “Park your van and I can get you some coffee, maybe a burger?”

“That’ll be perfect. I’ve been on the road for a long time.”

John eagerly dug into a cheeseburger and fries.

“Where are you heading?” Laura asked

“California, a friend of mine has a house there he’s restoring and he needs all the help he can get.”

“Wow, I’d love to go out there. It must be nice.”

“Uh-huh, the house is a big one too.” He said as he took another sip of coffee “How long have you lived here?”

“Too long.”

“So…what keeps you here?” he asked inquisitively “You never wondered what’s out there?”

Laura thought long and hard kocaeli escort for an answer

“I don’t know, not much, I guess. Not much opportunities here so I guess I’m stuck.”

“Could you leave if you wanted to?”

“You mean, like, move out of state?”

John nodded

“No, I-I couldn’t” she said hesitantly “My Aunt still lives here and she’d be lonely.”

Laura knew that was a dumb answer. Her Aunt Rosie was something of a character in town and anything but lonely. She and Billy Bob had had a fling years ago and she believed he’d leave the café’ to her if he died, then she could cash in on the property and sell it. The gossip in town had been that oil speculators had been in the area a few times so she figured it was only a matter of time before he went to that “goldmine in the sky” as it were, and whatever riches lay under the cafe` would be hers.

“You’re right, it’s tough leaving family behind.” John said as he finished the last bit of the burger “Well, I’m gonna get some sleep.”

“Where?”

“Oh, in my van, it’s kind cool. You wanna see it?”

Laura thought for a minute

“Um…OK.”

The side door of the VW slid open revealing a mattress that seemed custom-fitted to the dimensions of the van. He had some thick pillows and blankets scattered around. A makeshift curtain stretched around the windows and effectively dimmed the inside. Multicolored Christmas lights were around the top and small speakers were mounted in the corners.

“Hey, this is kinda neat!” Laura said as she looked in

“Yeah, I got a friend back home who’s a whiz at engineering stuff like this. I wish he’d worked his magic on the engine.”

“Can you fix it?”

“Probably, it’s gotten me this far, I don’t see why it won’t go all the way.”

Go all the way.

It had been awhile since she’d heard those words, even when innocently used like now. Laura knew she had a killer body, though it embarrassed her sometimes. Auntie Rose said otherwise and she should know. In her younger days she’d worked the burlesque circuit around Texas. It was how she’d met Billy Bob and several other men whose status was known by the size of their hats and the age of their Cadillac’s. Not to mention the size of their wallets. Other than some unmemorable encounters in the back of Junior Murphy’s pickup, Laura’s love life wasn’t much to speak of. But she had ways of relieving whatever romantic longings she might have. Auntie Rose had a shower massager installed some time back, supposedly for “medical reasons”. While Rose slept off whatever excesses she’d had from the night before, Laura secretly enjoyed some long showers, the massager between her legs.

John climbed inside and pulled out a small metal box.

“Feel like a smoke?” he asked

“Is that, um…” she asked hesitantly

“Uh-huh, it’s grass.”

“You better not, the sheriff sometimes stops by to check in on me.”

“Oh, got it.” He quickly hid the box under some clothing “I’ve got some regular cigarettes.”

“That’s OK, I don’t smoke.”

“Then…what do you do?” he asked as he leaned against the door frame, one leg on the ground the other propped up on the van’s floor boards. And a look of temptation on his face

Laura wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Um…I don’t…I don’t really know.” she said with a bashful smile. She knew he was smiling back at her.

She also knew she was attracted to him, how different he was from anyone else she saw, what he seemed to represent.

It was only a matter of how to deal with the attraction she had to this stranger in town.

Just then, she saw the headlights of a patrol car as it pulled up to the cafe`. Out of it climbed Sheriff Taylor. He’d been Sheriff for as long as anyone could remember. According to him, he’d once survived a gunfight with Bonnie & Clyde and followed Steve McQueen across 2 counties until the legendary speed loving actor, the “king of cool” finally gave up, amazed that anyone would try to chase him on the wide open Texas roads for just a broken tail light.

“Evenin’ Miss Laura, how’s business tonight?” he asked as he approached the pair.

“Same as always” she replied before quickly adding “Oh! This is John, his van broke down and he’s gonna camp out here, just for the night.”

“Is that a fact?” he said as he looked him over “Where you headed, son?”

“California, I need to fix a couple of things on the van, I’ll be leaving in the morning, sir.”

“Uh-huh…you do that.” he said with just enough authority to be sure his message was heard clearly by the young traveler “Laura, how ’bout some coffee and a bit of pie?” he said to her while still sizing up the young traveler.

“Yes sir!” she replied as the two went into the cafe`.

His coffee and pie fix satiated, Sheriff Taylor loosened his belt a little as he stood up.

“You be sure to let me know if there’s any trouble…you know where the alarm button is, right?” he said as he looked back at John’s van, its lights off and curtains kuşadası escort drawn.

“I’ll be fine, Sheriff, you know that.” she said confidently

“Uh-huh…just remember what I said.”

As Sheriff Taylor’s police car pulled away, she looked out the main window at the van parked under the lighted sign and hoped that John might feel the need to come in for one more cup of coffee. But it seemed like the road had caught up to him and she was pretty much alone for another hour or two.

Like clockwork, the morning breakfast rush began. But to her dismay, Charlie the morning cook hadn’t arrived, and she was forced into panic mode trying to get things done. She was quickly overwhelmed and worried.

“Where the fuck is Charlie?” she yelled as she tried to be short order cook and waitress at the same time.

The cups of coffee were quickly piling up and the blue collar guys were getting impatient when to her surprise she heard a bell ding behind her.

“Scrambled eggs and bacon, ready to go!” she heard

It didn’t sound like Charlie’s voice.

Then another ding

“Pancakes and sausage, ready!”

She tried not to look curious as she made her way to the small window where orders were picked up. She grabbed both plates, then looked inside.

John was manning the stove and balancing multiple orders, looking like he’d been doing it for years, utensils skillfully flying in all the right directions. He even wore the greasy apron Charlie usually wore.

But he certainly looked a lot better in it than Charlie ever did.

“Hey, Laura!” a voice yelled “Where’s my breakfast?”

“Right! Comin’ up!” she yelled happily

The bell dinged every few minutes and John’s voice could be heard calling out multiple orders that were ready. And Laura suddenly became Ms. Efficiency as she grabbed plate after plate and order after order.

Pretty soon, the breakfast crowd was on its way and a few generous tips had found their way into her pocket. It was at that moment that Charlie the cook stumbled inside.

“Am I early?” he asked through bleary eyes.

Laura looked at him with an exhausted smile

“No, not really.” she said as she punched out.

As she passed the garage, she could see John’s van up on the service bay’s hydraulic lift. He saw her walk by then ran out after her.

“Hey! Pretty busy in there, huh?” he said as he caught up to her.

“Yes, it was…so where’d you learn to cook anyway?”

“Oh, here and there.” he said as they walked together “I might be stuck here awhile, your mechanic has to go to some parts depot for what I need on the van.”

“So…where will you stay?”

“Wherever the van’s parked, I guess.”

“And what about money?”

“That’s what I wanted to ask you, um, do you need an extra cook? Just for the morning’s and all? I figure it’s only right since you let me park there and I’ll need the cash for the road. I figure I should do something to repay you.”

“Um, let me ask the owner.”

“Cool!” he said happily “I’ll see you later.”

Laura watched him closely as he ran back to the garage. She found herself staring as he removed his t-shirt and guzzled water from a hose before dumping some over his head and shaking his brown hair like a playful dog would.

She made her way back to the large house she shared with Auntie Rose, all the time thinking about John, how good he looked and the connection they seemed to make. There was no doubt in her mind what she wanted to do, it was just a question of how and when.

The Texas heat was already starting to rear its ugly head. But Auntie Rose wasn’t home yet, good, she thought. She trotted up the stairs of the old house to her room and immediately stripped naked. She felt much cooler and freer with her clothes off. In the large antique mirror she caught a glimpse of her naked body. Her tits were large, alright, and she struck a model’s pose, then a stripper’s pose. It had been a long time since she’d looked at herself this way, but then John wasn’t around last time was he?

She could be in Playboy with a body like hers, nice breasts, dark pussy hair and a cute ass. What would John think? She touched her tits a little, then teased the nipples. A nice tingly feeling went throughout her body. She smiled to herself now. Hand went between her legs and she felt her pussy, it was getting wetter with every touch of her finger. She lay back on her bed and continued to softly touch herself.

How good it felt.

Just then she heard a knock on the door downstairs.

“Who could that be?” she wondered to herself

She quickly grabbed a robe and went downstairs.

Peering inside the screen door was John.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” she said with surprise “How did you know where I live?”

“Oh, a great bit of luck.” he replied

“Come on in.” she said, trying to keep the robe closed as she quickly looked outside.

“I hope I’m not interrupting something.” he said as he noticed the robe

“Uh, marmaris escort no…I was just, uh, gonna take a bath and relax.”

“Oh, I can leave if-“

“No!” she said excitedly, then in a calmer tone said “No, it can, um, wait. What was this bit of luck you got?”

“Oh, yeah…the guy that owns the cafe` came to the garage just after you left and he said I could take over as the morning cook until my van’s fixed. He said some guy named Charlie needs to dry out or something.”

“Cool!” she said, then realized what that meant “How long would that be?”

“Might be ready tomorrow, the mechanic is going to a parts depot in the next town.”

Her heart sank, she realized it was now or never.

“Then…we don’t have a lot of time do we?” she said looking up at him with a bashful smile.

“No…we don’t.” he replied with the same kind of look

Laura hesitantly let the robe fall open and onto the hardwood floor, she was naked in front of this man she’d only met the night before. He began to smile, as did she. He bent down slightly and kissed her lips, she did the same.

“That f-felt good.” she said in a soft voice

John nodded

“Come on…” she said as she took his hand.

Their slow walk turned into a run up the stairs.

Once in her room she quickly stripped him naked and loved it when she saw his dick was already erect.

“You’re ready for action, I guess.”

“So are you.” he replied

“How can you tell?”

“Never seen a girl strip me so fast.”

“I’m horny, that’s why!” she laughed as she led him to her bed

Laura spread her legs wide and John knelt between them. She felt his tongue enter her wet pussy, it felt so good she gleefully let herself go and let out a series of gasps and moans the more he licked her to a stunning climax.

Thankfully, there was much more. John’s dick entered her and she wrapped her legs around him and felt his ass as he fucked her.

The room echoed with the sounds of their passion. Laura had never felt so good and she let him know with her moans and gasps until she could no longer resist the temptation;

“John….oh god oh god….FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” she yelled as her fingers dug into his muscular back.

It did the trick!

John groaned loudly and his dick exploded into her pussy making him collapse onto her. They were both breathing heavily, but holding each other close.

“Damn…th-th-that was fuckin’ wild!” He gasped

“I feel wonderful.” Laura replied adding in a kiss

No one had made her feel this good.

They dozed for awhile until Laura heard the door open downstairs.

“Laura, honey? You home?”

It was her Aunt Rose.

Laura tried not to disturb John as she quickly got out of bed and frantically looked for her robe, then remembered it was on the floor downstairs. She quickly found a t-shirt and some cutoff shorts and went back downstairs.

“Laura, what’s this doing here?” Rose asked as she held the robe Laura had been wearing earlier

“Oh, uh, it must’ve fallen when I was bringing laundry upstairs.” she quickly replied

Rose didn’t seem to believe her, but shook her head as she walked away. Laura breathed a sigh of relief.

She quickly went back upstairs where John was starting to dress.

“Good, we need to get you out of here. I don’t think my Aunt would understand if she saw you here.” she said

“Uh, OK” he said “I can walk back to town.”

“No, no…um, let me see if I can borrow her car. Wait here.”

Laura crept back downstairs and spotted Rose’s car keys on a table by the door.

“I’m borrowing the car, Rose!” she yelled, then looked up at the top of the stairs where John stood waiting. She beckoned him with her hand and he dashed down the stairs and followed her out the door before Rose could reply.

She felt so naughty as they made their escape like outlaws, laughing amidst the dust kicked up as they headed down the main road in the old Cadillac convertible.

“You do this a lot?” John said laughingly

“Sometimes…” she replied, adding a naughty smile for effect.

Laura pulled off onto a side road that led to a wide open field. The Caddy thundered to a stop and they looked at each other. They immediately embraced and kissed deeply. She straddled his lap and pulled her shirt off, making his eyes widen as she pulled him in close and overwhelmed him with her tits. His hands were all over them again and she could feel a tingling in her crotch and hardness under his jeans. She threw her head back and let the wonderful feeling come over her.

John was loving it too, he reached for the door handle and they tumbled out of the Caddy. Still laughing, Laura saw John reach for the zipper of his jeans, she had an excited look on his face as his pants dropped and his hard dick was before her.

Dutifully she was on her knees, taking all of his manhood into her mouth. This was so much different than the times with Junior, this time she was ready and willing. She loved hearing John’s little groans and breaths as she sucked his dick, letting her tongue and lips go everywhere possible.

John pulled her to her feet and she promptly yanked off her pants as he kicked off his jeans. They embraced and his hands felt her ass. She loved the feel of his hands there, his hard dick poking at her pussy. Her moans and breaths were so erotic, so real.

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Chris Walker was nervous, his best college buddy, Kyle Lancaster had invited him to spend Spring Break with the Lancaster Family. His own parents were backpacking in Europe on their second honeymoon and Chris hated being alone in his house so he had taken the invite.

One look at the Lancaster homestead and he relaxed a little. It was wide, spacious, and had a meticulously manicured lawn. It was an inviting sort of place. Kyle had boasted about a pool and Jacuzzi, a fully stocked bar, a poor table, a big screen TV and hot neighbor girls. But even so he couldn’t shake the nervousness, he’d never lived with anyone, despite hating to be left alone; he didn’t even have a roommate at the University. A good part of him was excited and a little part was sad. This was his freshman year and he missed his parents, hometown and friends. He signed, oh well, Kyle was an awesome guy and he’d always have the summer to hang back home.

Kyle slapped him on the back and started up the front walk, “That drive was a bitch!” he exclaimed running a hand through his sandy hair and adjusting the duffle bag on his shoulder.

“You slept three fourths of the way.” Chris explained. Kyle sent him his most charming smile Chris just shook his head. “I hope we don’t wake anybody up.” Chris said looking at his watch it was almost 12:30.

“Nah! My sister is probably waiting up for me, my stepmom too. Dad is doubtlessly still at work, his hours are nuts.” They had reached the dark wood front door and Kyle slipped his key in the lock and swung open the massive thing. He called out and pair of sequels were lunched into the air.

“Kyle’s home, Kyle’s here!” The chandelier overhead flickered on and two figures came into view before Chris and Kyle.

The first woman was tall, a few inches shy of his 6’3″ frame; she had curly blonde hair that just touched the shoulders of her satiny blue robe. Which only came down to her knees, had wide sleeves and a dangerously low neckline. She wore it well for somebody he suspected in to be their early forties, stepmother for sure.

“You must be Christopher,” she said. “I’m Trisha, Kyle’s stepmom.” They shook hands and exchanged nice-to-meet-you’s .

“Thank you for having me here on such short notice, it was very kind of you.”

“Oh dear, its my pleasure really.” And to Chris’ surprise she gave him a hug. Her warm hair tickled his cheek and he could feel her hard nipples though the thin fabric. His chest constricted. He felt terrible for being turned on and stepped back, giving her a shy smile. She returned a seductive one.

“Chris! This is my sister Nadia, Nadia this is my buddy Chris.”

Chris turned his attention to the second figure, another woman. Woman? Chris had seen a picture of Kyle’s little sister Nadia, bouncing black curls and a sun burnt nose. The girl in the picture could not have been older then 7 or8. This Nadia could have been twenty! She was small, only about 5’5″ but she was luscious. Her straight dark hair, nearly black fell past her shoulders, right under a pair of full breasts, that were tantalizingly on display in a dark purple, spaghetti strap nightgown that had lace trim. It brushed mid-thigh and Chris gulped trying not to stare at her toned thighs and calves.

“Hi” she breathed, sooty lashes fluttering around the darkest blue eyes he’s ever seen. Darker then sapphire, a cobalt blue. His groin tightened.

“Hey.” He responded. She smiled, an angelic smile that made his heart lurch. He wanted to kill Kyle for not telling him, his sister wasn’t 8 she was 18 and the most incredibly sexy thing he’d ever seen!

By the time Chris was tucked into the guestroom bed he was totally hot. He had to strip to his boxer briefs and turn on the rooms small swivel fan. Tried as he might he could not get Nadia’s smile and body out of his head. Down the hall he heard Kyle snoring loudly. He knew Trisha had gone to bed right after introductions and he felt bad they’d kept her up. If only he could get to sleep. But he knew that was impossible. For not only was his room situated right across from Nadia’s she was still awake fethiye escort and toddling around in the bathroom. He could hear her every move. He heard the click of the light being shut off, the pad of her footsteps and the creak of the floorboards as she appeared in the crack of his door.

“Are you still up?” she asked softly.

He swallowed hard and forced out “Yeah.” It sounded like a squeak. She opened the door a little bit more and stood framed in moonlight at the entrance, hazy blue silhouetted every perfect curve.

Her hair had been pulled up and she threaded it though her fingers as she spoke, “We’re glad to have you.” She said, but Chris was transfixed at the sight of her bare shoulders and collarbone, OH! What he wouldn’t give to nibble and lick and-, “ummm sleep well.” she finished and was gone leaving the door slightly open.

Chris let out the breath he’s been holding. He watched as she entered her room, leaving the door cracked like his. The light was dimmer in her room, but as he watched she brushed the straps of her shoulders and let the gown flutter to the floor in a pile of silk. Air escaped his lungs painfully as she was clad only in a bare of lacy boy cut panties. He shut is eyes, horrified at his reaction to his friend’s sister’s slender back and delicious ass. He grabbed his throbbing erection and knew he wasn’t going to survive this Break.

The next day had gone by quickly. Trisha had made an excellent breakfast hustling around the kitchen like a domestic goddess even in her tight little shorts. He hadn’t seen her since though.

Kyle had invited two girls over, Samantha and Katie, for a swim during the afternoon. He was hitting on Samantha right now. Sam ignored him for the most part focusing more on her drink then Kyle. They were in the basement, and he was playing pool with Katie, who seemed unbelievably bored. She was there for his benefit since Sam and Kyle had a sort of history. But Chris couldn’t pay Katie any attention, and honestly she didn’t seem that interested either. Chris knew his reason was sitting in the den across from the pool table. He didn’t know what Katie’s was and didn’t really care.

He pocketed another ball closest to the den, Nadia looked up from her schoolwork at the impact. She’d been sitting there in her white summer dress for at least and hour and a half, sighing, writing, crossing her legs, tapping her pencil and driving him damn insane in the process. She smiled at him now and his half erect dick bobbed. From behind him Katie slammed her stick down.

“Fuck this dumb ass game.” She hissed, “I’m out.” And she left just like that.

Sam made an excuse and followed her out Kyle hot on her heels. Chris had watched the whole spectacle with amusement and relief. Nadia cleared her throat behind him. He hadn’t seen her leave the den. She was chalking Katie’s abandoned stick.

“Spoiled Sport” she commented. He nodded. She smiled leaning over, Chris sucked in a breath at the amount of cleavage she exposed, and knocked a ball into the pocket closest to him. It was a tough shot and he was impressed. He gestured to the table with an arched brow. “I play a mean game of pool.” She explained. “Are you up for it?”

“Yeah.” He said. Nadia killed him.

Chris was hot again; he’s spent the rest of the afternoon with Nadia, playing pool and cards and taking her to dinner since Trisha wasn’t home to make anything and Kyle was still chasing Sam. They’d had a nice evening, laughing and talking without awkward silences and or tension, and when they weren’t talking it was nice just being with her. He’d helped her with her homework and found out she wanted to be a photographer, and that she was dreading senior prom, since she didn’t have a boyfriend and thought the whole idea was ludicrous. He smiled, she was really fun to be around and so hard to resist, his smile dropped.

He could hear her in the bathroom like the night before, tinkering around; she ran the water briefly and something clinked with something else. When he heard the light being shut off, gebze escort his breathing quickened, say goodnight, say goodnight, say goodnight he chanted silently.

“Chris?” her voice was soft and his heart slammed into his chest she was right at his door peeping through the crack.

“Yeah.” He said.

“Can I come in?” she asked. He sat up abruptly. Letting the sheet fall from his bare chest. It pooled in his lap.

“Sure.” He said and the door opened, she slipped inside and left it cracked again. Moonlight came in though the window leaving abstract designs on her face. “I just wanted to thank you for hanging out with me today. It was really nice and I had a lot of fun.”

“It was my honor really.” He said. She smiled and came closer.

She opened her mouth to say something but licked her lips instead; “Are you naked?” the gruff in her voice made him shiver with lust. And the glistening trail of moisture her tongue had left on her bottom lip made his penis surge with blood. He NEEDED to kiss her, to feel her lips and to taste her.

“Uh.” He cleared his throat trying to force word, any words out. “No, I’m not.” He finally stammered.

Her eyes shut and she drifted, he jumped up, hoping the dark concealed his erection. “Are you okay?” He reached out to steady her, touched her forearm lightly, her skin was so soft and warm he almost groaned. She drifted a little off balance and put her hand on his chest for support. The small touch sent shivers down his spine and caused goose bumps to appear on his flesh. She sucked in her breath like it affected her too. “Nadia.” He nearly growled his voice was so rough with desire.

“Ummhmm?” She replied staring at his chest. “Can I kiss you?” Her face jerked up to his, lips parted in surprise and it was all he could take.

He found her lips, and he knew from the moment he touched them they were the sweetest he ever tasted. He kissed her gently at first then he sucked her plump bottom lip into his hungry mouth. She moaned in delight and fell into him making small noises as they kissed, he ate them. He ran his tongue along the seam of her lips and she opened without hesitation. He slipped his tongue inside, groaning as she kissed back. He ran his large hands along her arms, her sides and curves, then finally, her right breast. He cupped it and weighed it in his hand feeling the bump of her nipple in the center of his palm. He forced her against his chest were the other nipple abraded him through her nightgown, he wanted to devour her. Chris pinched the erect nipple in his hand lightly and Nadia cried out in his mouth shoving him away from her hard.

He lost his footing falling back into the still warm bed. She was on him quick as a cat. Shoving her tongue in his mouth touching him everywhere she had access. Across his chest, shoulders, neck and face, though his hair and even the sides of his thighs. Straddling him he took the opportunity to run his hands over her lush bottom that had tempted him only the night before and every second after that. He found it bare. He broke the kiss. Her silky mint green nightgown, the very same style as the one the night before, except even shorter with a small slit at the bottom was now bunched around her waist.

“Your not wearing panties.” He said huskily. Even in the dark her could see her blush.

“I-.” He kissed her hard, not caring for the reason only glad for it. He gripped her ass, running one hand along the plane of flat stomach and the other down until he found her swollen sex. Heat greeted his fingers and he cupped her hot mound. She made a noise somewhere between a moan and a purr.

“Oh baby, you’re so wet.” He ran a finger over her clit and teased her opening with his index finger. His fingers were soaked. Chris was amazed. This girl was sodden, for him, he couldn’t believe it. He shoved away the thought that this was Kyle’s sister, he didn’t give a shit anymore, he wanted her sooo badly. She took his ear lobe into his mouth, sucking gently.

“I need you.” she whispered breath caressing hotly. konyaaltı escort

He flipped her onto her back, smothering her with kisses as he pulled the hem of her gown over her head. She didn’t object. He tossed it aside and looked his fill. Her hair had not been pulled up and it lay disheveled around her shoulders. He brushed it behind her and licked a hot line up one breast, and over one hard puckered nipple. She threw her head back and let out a long sigh. He took it into his mouth and her legs wrapped around his hips. He ground himself into her automatically, her heat and juices soaking though his boxers beckoning him to enter her. He released her breast blowing on the tightened peak. She moaned, and whispered his name. He loved when she said his name. He ground into her again and she ground back whispering it again. He took her other breast into his mouth and gave it the same treatment. Letting one hand roam; letting his fingers slide in and out of her soft swollen lips. He circled her hard clit, thrust a finger deep until she cried out and he withdrew, giving her only teases. Not enough of what she craved.

She started to plead with him. Begging him and over.

“Please. Please. Please. I’m so close. So close.” He knew that yet he almost shot his load at her confession anyway. “Be in me pleassssse.” She said. He scooted loser dodging her hands that tried to get him back. He spread her legs wide, almost coming again at the sight of her open and willing and ready, sooooo ready.

He licked her molten core once and that was all it took. She cried out louder then ever before, shoving a pillow on her face to muffle herself as her body bucked wildly. If he didn’t get in her right now he was going to explode, he shoved of his boxers unleashing his rock hard cock, climbed up her body removed the pillow and looked down at her face, into her half-shut glazed over eyes.

And he was in love. There was nothing he could do, and nothing he wanted to do besides make love to her. His chest burned with it.

“I need you now.” He said, she licked her lips and nodded.

He kissed her sweetly letting her know with his mouth what he couldn’t say outright. The head of his dick pulsed at the opening of her dripping cunt and he was slowly getting covered in her juices. He slid just the head and it wasn’t enough, he impaled her slowly because she was incredibly tight, it couldn’t have been more then her second time. He took a deep breath and filled her completely, they yelled in unison as he hit her cervix. He started to pump her as soon as she got used to his size. Their breathing mingled as he fought for control. He could tell she was close again and he wanted her to cum. He shifted his hips and gave it to her slowly. She yelled his name. He thrust deep once and then slowed again not even giving her all of him. She cried out again, reached for his ass, but not quite making it because he was so much taller. Her nails bit into his lower back and he thrust deep again then went back to not giving. She called him a bastard and he laughed, her breath was coming so fast he knew she was dying; he nibbled on her collarbone, then on the side of her breast.

She came then racking his back with her nails and crying out, “Oh Goooood!”

He pushed him self all the way in feeling her muscles clench him tight. “I wont torture you anymore.” He said when she stop yelling and was breathing heavily.

“Don’t.” she said and he pounded into her, giving her everything as fast and as hard as he could, there was no stopping. Her hips met his on every thrust sending him deeper and deeper; he felt her come and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He came in a scolding rush, filling her like a cup as wave after wave of pleasure attacked their bodies. When he was drained, he collapsed on top of her, carefully as possible, their sweat made them stick together in all the right places, her boobs on his chest, her stomach on his, her thighs on his thighs.

The fan felt so good on his back, the breeze cooling his hot body. He withdrew from her, their juices drenching their thighs and groins and spooned behind her, the fan ruffled her hair. He wanted her again, in everyway he could think of, and he could think of many. He ran a possessive hand down the length of her body and she moaned for him. He pulled her close and she snuggled into the crook his body made for her and slept. This break was going to be memorable. He’d make sure.

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Lauren turned over in her sleep.

Soft, plush pillow, warm covers. And a warm body under her arm.

A warm body??

She jerked awake. It was dark and the room was cast in dark blues. Jack lay asleep next to her, breathing evenly. His long hair fell over his eyes. Lauren removed her hand from his chest and slowly brushed the lock of hair back.

His hand reached up and gripped hers tightly.

“Ah-“

“Oh.” Jack loosened his hold. He rubbed his other hand over his eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was you.” Lauren blushed furiously at being caught. Silently she thanked the higher powers that were that he couldn’t see her properly in the dark. She pulled her hand away but he held on.

She could see a roguish smile on his face even in the shadows.

“Where’re you going, mm?” Jack tugged on her wrist lightly and she fell against him. Gasping, Lauren tried to right herself but her body came into contact with his. He looked deep into her eyes. His chest was bare against hers and she felt something stirring lower down.

“Um. I can’t stay.”

“Why not?”

“It was supposed to be a one-time thing, remember?” Lauren said almost-pleadingly.

“I guess. But why does it have to be?” Jack placed a hand on the small of her back, pressing her against him.

“Ah..What do you mean – It’s just not the sort of thing I do.”

“What sort of thing?” His hand caressed Lauren’s face gently and she stilled.

“Seeing..my kidnapper.” Jack leaned up and pressed his lips softly against hers.

“I can be just a man.” As he said so, he spread his thighs and bucked up slowly against Lauren. She leaned into him for a moment. Her mind caught up with her body soon after and she pulled away.

“I can’t. It’s just too. Difficult.” Lauren reached for her clothes on the floor and started pulling them on.

Jack watched her quietly. He sat up and turned the bed light on.

“What – don’t do that.” Lauren struggled with her dress.

“Do what? Turn on the light so I can watch you dress hurriedly?”

“Yes. That.” Lauren slid the straps in place. “Where in hell is my-“

“Looking for this?” Jack held up her black lace undies. She flushed furiously and made a snatch for it but he held vipsevgilim.com it out of her way. “You have to try harder, love.” Jack smiled. Lauren bit her lip and walked closer to him.

“Oh come on Jack don’t be childish.” She leaned in to grab her panties but Jack shifted it to his other hand and held it away. He laughed heartily at her desperate attempts. “Jack!”

He pulled her near with one arm and whispered in her ear.

“Say that once more.”

Lauren felt her breathing grow deeper.

“Say it like you did when I was inside you,” Jack moved his lips to the delicate shell of her ear. Lightly, he traced it with his lips and took her lobe into his mouth.

When Jack licked his tongue into her ear Lauren shivered and tried to pull back.

With one swift motion Jack turned her over and pressed his body onto hers.

Her arms held up against the bed, Lauren could feel Jack’s skin warm against her clothed body.

A wicked smile appeared on his face.

Raising himself off the bed he brought his hips closer to Lauren.

“I have something you seem to be lacking..” Jack held her down with one arm and used the other to draw her dress up between her legs. “Ah see here. You’re missing one piece of clothing.” He ran his hand up the skin of her inner thighs. “It simply won’t do for you to run around without underwear,” Jack said roughly, his face close to Lauren.

She breathed hard as he touched her deliberately.

He was naked above her and without meaning to she raked her eyes over his body. He was hard and primed to go.

“Oh you have naughty eyes for such a sweet lady,” Jack grinned. His fingers pressed into her moist lips and she gasped softly. “How sweet, I have to find out. Again.”

Lauren watched his dark-haired head move lower, between her legs. The muscles in her stomach trembled.

Jack kissed the soft dip in her belly, then looked up at her. His eyes were dark and a fire started in them. He rubbed his face slowly between her legs and Lauren moaned deep in her throat.

“I thought you had to leave,” Jack breathed. He brought his head down and drew his tongue over her musky wetness. Lauren arched against him. He smiled against her biristanbulmasali.com flesh and then curled his tongue over her clitoris.

Lauren fisted the blankets around her as she felt Jack’s tongue spear through her slick folds and sweep hard over her.

“Oh Jack,” her voice came out soft and husky, alien to her own ears.

“You taste so good,” he answered. When he looked up Lauren leaned down and pulled him up to her. The puzzled look in his eyes brought a smile to her face.

“What? You can’t be the only one having all the fun.” She turned him on his back and he let her, watching her movements all the while.

He was beautiful. His skin stretched taut over his lightly-ridged muscles, a fine smattering of hair on his chest and starting from his belly button.

Lauren looked at the evidence of Jack’s arousal.

He fidgeted.

“What..what are you looking at,” he muttered.

“Nothing. Just you.” Lauren smiled. “You made me stay so I have to return the favour of feeling uncomfortable. Although I doubt you’ll find this very uncomfortable.”

She leaned in and ran her tongue around the skin of his balls.

Jack shuddered and placed a hand in her hair. He looked down to see her eyes watching his, as she ran a moist tongue around the head of his rigid cock.

“You taste good, too,” she whispered, circling his hardness with her tongue before taking more of his length into her mouth.

Jack groaned and bucked up into the wet hold of her mouth. The pleasure that spread from her lips was exquisite. Lauren held his cock with one hand, slowly pumping him, while the other hand cupped his balls.

It was amazing. Her mouth wet and warm, gently sucking on his aching flesh while her hands rubbed over the sensitive skin between his thighs.

“Get up here.” Jack leaned down and pulled her up on her knees. With a single movement he got behind her and slid into her slick flesh.

Lauren gasped and arched back against him.

He slid one hand down between her legs and rubbed her clit as he sawed his cock in and out of her clutching pussy.

“Does that feel good,” he said against her ear.

“Yes,” she answered with choppy breaths, manitam.net “Yes, Jack,” her eyes fluttered as the sensations overwhelmed her.

Jack lifted himself higher on his knees and fucked her with short, hard strokes.

“Oh god,” Lauren moaned. He pumped in her, faster and faster. His hard cock sliding in and out of her sensitive flesh, his hand insistent on her knot of nerves.

“Come for me,” Jack whispered in Lauren’s ear. She trembled against him. As he said those words he fucked her faster and kept his fingers circling her clit. Then Lauren felt Jack insert his tongue into her ear and the sharp pleasure shot through her body. Crying out she came in shuddering convulsions. Jack leaned back and pounded hard into her. Faster, faster, once, twice, thrice.

He pulled out and came over her back.

Lauren blinked slowly as she came down from her sexual high. She heard Jack walk into the bathroom and re-emerge. He wiped a towel gently over her back and then pulled her close.

“Don’t leave me.”

Lauren looked at him.

“You know I have to. We can’t stay here together. I can’t stay with you, and we can’t do this again.” She sighed through her words.

“But why? I don’t understand – because your parents will object? We can run away, find another place all our own-“

“No it’s not just that, it’s the whole situation it’s just too fucked up don’t you see?” Lauren took the panties that had fallen and pulled them on. Jack stilled.

“The situation is fucked up,” he repeated. Lauren turned to look at him.

“Yes. It is. You kidnapped me and now you’re fucking me.” A strange look flickered over Jack’s face.

“Well. If you really are so against it I really can’t tell.” He searched for his clothes and started pulling them on as well. “As I recall you offered to return the favour at the warehouse,” a hardness came over his voice and features.

Lauren cringed at the memory. She reached out and gripped Jack’s arm. He looked at her emotionlessly. Before she could say anything he spoke first.

“I understand. You wouldn’t be with someone like me.”

He turned away and walked into the bathroom.

“Close the door on your way out.”

Lauren stood there, her hair dishevelled. She looked at Jack’s back as he shifted through clothes in the bathroom. An odd sadness came into her heart and filled her mouth.

“Goodbye Jack.” It came out as a whisper and she wasn’t sure if he heard it.

When she closed the door to his apartment Lauren felt something close inside her as well.

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The moment she got home, Indy took off her shirt. Going with just a bra was much more comfortable. She set her master playlist on shuffle and turned it up as loud as it could go. She texted Ethan before she set down her phone.

*I’m home, front door is unlocked ;)*

Seconds later, she got a response.

*On my way! cutie*

Grabbing a spoon, she spun around the kitchen and shouted and danced to the lyrics. She didn’t even hear the front door open.

She didn’t know he was there until he was behind her, hands bracketing her waist. Her voice broke off and she leaned back into his chest.

“Whatcha doing?” he murmured into her ear.

Indy smirked and said “enjoying myself. Messing around.”

Ethan’s hands tightened around her. The way her hips pushed back into his was not an accident.

“Mind if I mess around with you?” he asked.

She responded by pushing her ass back into him even more and tilting her head to expose more of her neck.

“Good girl,” Ethan whispered against her skin before grabbing a fistful of her hair. He pulled it so that she was turned the right way for him to kiss and suck and lick his way up her neck. He smiled when her breathing hitched.

When he met her lips she turned the rest of her body so that they were flush against each other. The kiss was needy and passionate. Indy swiped her tongue over his lips and put her arms around him. With one hand, he lightly dragged his nails across her back, making her shiver a little. He grabbed her ass with the other hand and pushed his growing erection against her.

The hand on her back drifted to her bra. Ethan skillfully undid the clasp like he had many times before and they stepped back from each other. She slid it off her arms and onto the floor. He smiled at the fading hickeys on her tits, thinking of last time they were alone. He had beautiful pictures of her chest covered in his cum and the fresh hickeys he’d given her.

They moved towards each other at the same time. Indy immediately reached for his cock while Ethan went for her tits. A small sound escaped her lips when he made contact with her nipples. He brushed his thumbs over them, and they quickly became hard from her arousal.

Indy was already having trouble focusing on stroking him through his shorts. She was getting impatient too. When he started to move to replace one of his hands with his mouth, she stopped him.

“Less clothing,” was all she said before she grabbed the bottom of Ethan’s shirt and discarded it. She went to remove his shorts but he was faster. He undid her button and zipper and pulled down her shorts. Indy was in nothing but a light blue thong.

“Perfect.” Ethan brought a hand down on her ass. She gasped at the unexpected flare of pain.

She didn’t meet his eyes when she whispered “harder.”

“What was that?” he asked, trailing a finger up her neck so she’d look at him.

“Harder,” she said louder.

He slapped her ass again, harder this time like how he knows she likes it. Indy moaned at the sting. She hoped there would be a handprint.

Ethan hooked his thumbs around the top of the flimsy thong and pulled them down around her ankles.

“Should we go somewhere more comfortable?” He gestured around the lara escort kitchen and family room.

“I don’t care,” she breathed. He shouldn’t have expected an actual answer.

Ethan placed a hand on her chest and guided her to the nearest wall. Once she was against it, he gathered her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head. Indy pushed against his grip just so he would hold her tighter. He was very close to her, with one hand holding her wrists and the other lazily brushing her inner thigh. She squirmed at the teasing touches.

“You must be horny or something,” he muttered. He knew her body like the back of his hand. She was obviously horny.

“No. I’m not,” she said defEthantly.

“Don’t lie.” The hand on her thigh stopped moving and came to rest between them, but not quite touching her.

Her breathing was very deep and shaky. They stayed like that, neither willing to give up ground. Until Ethan couldn’t resist touching her.

Indy moaned at the contact.

“Seems like you’re horny to me.”

He ran a finger up and down her soaked pussy. He pushed one up inside her and she moaned louder. He pumped out in and out of her a few times before moving to her clit. She twitched. Ethan rubbed her until she was having trouble standing. He withdrew his hand.

“Nice and wet for me.” He held up his glistening finger for her to see. She blushed, but then nearly moaned at the sight of him sucking the wetness off of his finger.

All he gave her was a warning look before he picked her up. Ethan set her down on the edge of the table and gently pushed on her chest again. As she laid back, Ethan knelt on the floor and spread her legs. He held her thighs and gently ran his tongue all the way up her pussy. He did this a few times until he gave in and focused on her clit, making her moan loudly. He was incredibly skilled with his mouth, and Indy was close within minutes.

Ethan repositioned himself to finger her while continuing to go down on her. He was very satisfied with the way her thighs squeezed his head. He picked up the pace, and when her breathing stopped and her back arched he pushed his finger deep inside her. He didn’t stop licking her clit which made Indy twitch through her orgasm.

She sat up once he’d finished making her moan and twitch- for the time being anyway.

“Can I suck your cock?” She asked, already knowing his answer.

“Of course you can baby. You’re delicious by the way,” he winked and stood up.

Indy slid off the table and onto her knees. She pulled off his shorts and underwear in one motion, freeing his hard cock. She stroked him a few times and then licked the head of his cock, all without breaking eye contact. Ethan let out a low groan at the sight. She licked and sucked up and down his shaft and tasted precum on her tongue. When she had as much as his thick cock in her mouth as she could, she moved her tongue around, making him twitch and grab her shoulder for stability.

With his other hand, Ethan pulled her hair so she stopped and met his eyes.

“On all fours,” was his command.

She quickly moved over to the carpeted floor and waited for him to get behind her. He slapped her ass once before burying gebze escort his cock inside deep her with a slow thrust. Indy let out a moan at the familiar feeling of being full of his cock. He stayed still for a little, just enjoying the feeling of her tight pussy. But then she started wiggling her ass against him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He was amused. He slapped her ass again, smiling at the loud sound it made, as well as the small sound she made. Wrapping his hands around her tightly for emphasis, he told her “I’m the one who decides how we fuck.”

Ethan didn’t give her a chance to adjust to him moving inside her. He just fucked the shit out of her.

The moans and gasps coming from Indy were music to his ears. He glanced down at her hands, which were desperately trying to grab the carpet like she always did to his sheets.

He slowed down his pace just a little so he could grope and slap her gorgeous thighs. Her moans got louder.

He kept fucking her, and once he knew she was close he fucked her much harder. He knew she came by the way her breath shuddered and her body twitched.

Once she came down from her high, she pushed back into him in time with his slow thrusts. Her ass met him halfway. She couldn’t get enough of his cock.

Ethan couldn’t resist. He leaned over her body, pinching a nipple with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. The sharp inhale and the way her body writhed under him were very telling. He kept moving his hips all the while, just enjoying the feeling of his cock inside of her tight pussy.

“Ethan-” was all she could get out before she was cut off by her own moans.

“What is it baby?”

“Can I ride you?”

Ethan sharply thrust his hips forward at that, making her whimper.

“Sure.”

He pulled back from her and she almost whined at the loss of him inside her.

He laid on his back and she was above him very quickly. Before she could lower herself onto his cock, he reached out a hand to her pussy. She was dripping wet. Her thighs were shaking on either side of him.

Withdrawing his hand, he let her slide down onto his cock. Fuck, she was wet. Indy put a hand on either side of his head and began to slowly move up and down on his cock. He had the perfect view of her tits, her blissed out face, and his cock sliding into her pussy.

He let her have her fun, then without warning he smacked her ass. She gasped.

“You’re so dirty for me Indy. I can hear how wet you are, just slowly fucking me.”

Just his voice made her pick up the pace.

“That’s it. Fuck yourself on my cock. Feel me deep inside you.”

His hands were on her waist now. Her tits were bouncing with how hard she was fucking herself on him.

“You feel so good baby. You’re so beautiful just riding my cock.”

She wouldn’t last much longer with him talking to get like this. Her moans were very high pitched.

“Cum for me.”

She squeezed the sides of his chest and quivered above him. He slammed her down on his cock, making her grind on him through her orgasm in those little circles. Her hips stopped moving, but then he pushed down on her shoulders, making them both groan with pleasure didim escort at the sensations.

Indy ground on him for a little longer, then they both knew they wanted a change. Ethan gestured back at the table.

He caught her in a kiss once she sat on the edge of the table. She pulled on his lower back, a silent demand for his cock. Instead, he slid his thick cock over her wet pussy. She moaned into his mouth. He moved his mouth to her neck and made her inhale sharply.

Indy wanted a turn, so she held his head in her hands. She licked her way up his neck and lightly pressed kisses to his jaw. She ran her tongue over his lower lip, but that’s when he became tired of playing games. His hips snapped forward and he was in her pussy with ease.

She moaned against his lips before laying back on the table. He moved slowly in and out of her. She was so tight and so wet for him. Being inside her was one of Ethan’s favorite places to be.

She mumbled something between moans.

“What was that?” Ethan asked.

“More,” was all she said.

He obliged. He fucked her and listened to her get louder. There was a ‘thank you’ in there somewhere.

“Do you like that baby?”

“Yes.”

“What am I doing that you like?”

The moment she started to answer he touched her clit, hard. She yelped and twitched.

He repeated the question.

Indy couldn’t answer. She was rendered speechless by the pleasure. He loved it when he could get her like this. As her moans kept rising in pitch he knew she was close. He slowed his hips and lightened the pressure on her clit, holding her just near the edge of her orgasm.

“You don’t get to cum until you answer the question.”

She whimpered.

She gathered herself and told him “Ethan I fucking love having you inside me. I love being full of your cock and having your hands and your body all over me. You feel so so good every time and I just want you to fuck me so I can cum all over your cock.”

He gave her what she wanted. She said his name as she came which only made him thrust harder.

She said after her orgasm, “I want to make you cum now.”

Her pussy was so tight after her four orgasms and felt incredible to him, but he knew how good her mouth would feel. They traded places, with Indy on her knees and Ethan leaning against the table for support.

She immediately sucked his cock into her mouth. She had one hand on the base and he let out a low moan when her other hand touched him elsewhere. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock and she looked up at him. It was incredibly hot: the eye contact, her mouth and hands on his cock, and her hickey covered tits.

He took the chance to gather a fistful of hair and pull her head down on his cock. He was so deep down her throat, and he accidentally twitched deeper when she started moving her tongue.

She pulled back to catch her breath and licked her lips, then smiled up at him. She continued to stroke his cock. When he asked, she gripped him tighter.

“Where are you gonna cum?” she asked Ethan innocently.

“Your face and your mouth.”

That answer made Indy pick up the pace. Her hands felt amazing on his cock. She did the whole length, then just the head. She knew he was close when his breathing changed and his eyes closed.

“I’m gonna cum,” he said before he grabbed his cock. She was still on her knees with her mouth open. He came into her mouth and on her cheeks and chin and face. Some even dribbled onto her tits. She swallowed what got into her mouth and wished it was more.

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Pulling into our driveway just past 2 a.m. I was feeling a little sheepish about stepping back into our home and seeing Mark. After meeting Ginger, Mark and I talked about this follow up night. It was a green light from him and I welcomed it, but we both really didn’t know how it would turn out with me going to visit her with the explicit intent of sex and without knowing what her situation was with her boyfriend. Still, in the weeks that had passed, I was locked into lust mode and Mark, it seemed, wanted nothing more than for me to explore it.

I walk into our home and found Mark on the couch with a sleepy look on his face. I was relieved for his smile and welcoming greeting. Our deal, as always, is that I share everything with him and so I asked if we could move into our bedroom where I could slip into something more comfortable. Even walking down the hall with him near me again I couldn’t tell if I was starting to get nervous or aroused over what I was about to tell him.

I looked in our mirror and was surprised how disheveled I looked. Drinks and sex for a few hours can do that to a girl I guess. My hair was matted and a mess, my makeup was streaked in places, and I’d long lost my panties and bra. From Mark though, his only comment was that I looked like I enjoyed myself. As I started to slowly undress and turn to him and said, “Oh I have had some fun. Do you want me to tell you about it all now?” Mark could only nod. With just my unbuttoned shirt open and my skirt still on I made my way to Mark and slid down his boxers to expose his stiffening cock.

“Ok,” I said, “but let’s remember, you gave me this freedom. This is something I went along with and sometimes you can’t control every turn of the wheel.” Slowly I began to stroke his dick. I felt so powerful at that moment like I had full control, which was the opposite of a night where I’d basically been used. I guess there’s a hierarchy I thought to myself. I was definitely becoming aroused again. With that I told him about the night. I told him how I went to Ginger’s house and we drank whiskey—which I never do. How my new friend is sweet, but also just plain trashy in every way. How I wanted to be with her from the first hello.

I told him that she took complete control over me. She decided when we were going to kiss, when and where we were going to get naked. She controlled everything and started calling me her slutty little cupcake. Her language became more and more vulgar and I was powerless to care about anything else except pleasing her. I told Mark about the way she commanded me to lick her pussy and then to even lick her anus. How she was giving me just the right amount encouragement kocaeli escort while degrading me as she was using me to get her off. I served her for the first hour at least.

Then she told me what a good learner I was and asked if I was ready to get fucked? Catching my breath, I told her to take me any way she wanted. With a hard smack on my ass she rolled off the bed and pulled a strap on harness with a life-like cock attached to it. Ginger started to assemble the harness on her and then told me she was ready to fuck me. She motioned me to approach her on the bed and when I crawled to her we kissed hard and passionately. I felt her lips and tongue, our breasts pressing against each other, and when she reached around me to pull my body into hers by firmly grabbing my ass checks I felt that large black phallic member lodge between my legs. Thrusting her hips I felt it slide over my pussy lips and I became so wanton. I was there begging for her to fuck me like a whore in heat.

By this time Mark’s cock was ready to explode. I had been rubbing his precum over his dick so it was slick and lubricated. He was silent this whole time with only slight moans to break up his nearly panting breath. For whatever reason I stopped touching him. Leaving him without relief. Backing away I stripped the rest of the way and laid on our bed. I began to rub my pussy and expose my hole to Mark. As he started to come to me for more involvement I stopped him cold. I told him I wasn’t finished and I would tell him when I was ready for him. Mark stopped as told and for a moment had a hurt look on his face but then simply asked me to tell him about what happened next. I promised to tell him the rest if he held off from his orgasm. He objected that that wasn’t fair and how he needed to cum just like I did. I told him I understood but I needed him to comply. What I didn’t tell him was that I knew what else happened and I wanted him as horny as possible when he heard about it. With a slight pout Mark complied.

I picked up by telling Mark that I had gone to all fours with Ginger and her strap on pounding me from behind. She kept telling me to take it or ride it or something about how she was loving what a good girl I was with her dick in me. I was dizzy from it all and then I heard someone come into the room. Naturally I jumped out of bed and searched for a way to cover my body when I saw a husky man standing there in the room.

Ginger jumped up as well and went to this stranger and kissed him with a welcoming “Hi hon, glad you’re back greeting.” She introduced me to him as Robbie her boyfriend. I was having a hard time processing it all, but she reminded me by saying “don’t you remember kuşadası escort when I told you my boyfriend would like me fucking you? Don’t worry, Robbie will behave and respect that this is our time, right Robbie?” He started to get undress and said “it’s nice to meet you and yes, I’ll sit in the corner here as you two finish with whatever was going on here. I’ll be as good of a boy as you want me to be, but the way I see it is if you’re fucking my girl then at least I get to watch.” With that he let his semi hard cock pop out as he sat down in a chair a few feet from the bed.

I was flushed with mixed feelings and confused by this startling set of exchanges. But I still hadn’t cum. I wanted more but didn’t know what to do. Ginger solved all of that for me when she came over to me, kissed me hard and told me she wasn’t done with me. She needed to see me cum and told me how beautiful I had been so far tonight. I felt so good with her. I felt so wanted. I felt like I wanted to please her just like she was asking me to do. She sat first back on the bed and then laid on her back. Holding my hand she pulled me onto her and asked me to ride her. I was more than happy to do just that. I pulled a knee up to give her access and then lined up her dick and slid onto it. I held it in me for a moment. It was hard and without a give that you get with a real cock, but as I started pumping up and down it felt perfect.

She returned to her verbal self in quick order. Telling me how good I was as both a pussy licker and now she could see how I liked to take cock too. Then she started to bring Robbie into the conversation. She’d ask “Robbie, do you see this? Do you see what a hot MILF we have to play with? You see how much she wants it, right?” She went on for not too much longer when Robbie stood up and moved to the edge of the bed.

Mark gasped at this moment in the recap. He looked like he might cum without touching himself and I was starting to see little beads of sweat on his brow. Continuing I told him about Robbie, because it was the first time I got a good look at him. There two feet from me I got a good look at this stripper’s boyfriend. I told Mark he was different than you. You’re fit and handsome and I love you as you are, but Robbie was built bigger. Muscular but with a bit of a belly. Mark asked me about his dick, which at that moment I thought was a funny question. But in the spirit of openness I told him that I saw Robbie’s large muscular hand wrapped around a really fat cock. Maybe another inch fatter than Mark’s but not much longer.

I told Mark that Robbie put his dick on Ginger’s head and told her to open her mouth. She leaned back her head and he ran that dick all marmaris escort the way to the hilt down her throat. Robbie started pumping his cock down her gullet while watching me ride her strap on. Since she was silenced Robbie took over the verbal duties, but in a different way. He started telling me that it looked like I was a good whore and that he knew I liked dick. He asked me if I liked his dick. I nodded my approval. He asked me if my husband knew he would be around. I nodded yes. He told me that he knew it all already. Just then he pulled out of Ginger’s gasping precum slathered mouth hole and started to pump his own cock. He went on to say he’s fucked good girls with cuck husbands before. He doesn’t make love, he fills their cunts with a hard fucking and his seed. Looking down at Ginger he asked ‘isn’t that right honey”, to which she couldn’t answer as she was licking his balls.

That thought hadn’t occurred to me. I was just playing some with a girl and my husband was ok with it as a fantasy. But here I was, after being a sub to a stripper, now being fucked by her strap on with her big cock boyfriend basically telling me he was going to fuck me and my husband was going to be accepting of it. I think I started to blackout then. The orgasm had me lose total control and after waves of pleasure so intense it almost hurt I collapsed on top of Ginger’s body.

“That’s right girl. That’s how they all finish up” Ginger said to me. Then I noticed how close I was to Robbie now that I’d collapsed on Ginger. It only took another moment and Robbie warned us to get ready. He started pumping cum on us. Gobs of juice landed on our faces and hair and tits. Just about everywhere and Ginger began to kiss me and lick his seed off of me. Recovering for a moment Robbie chuckled and said, “that’s right. This time you girls clean up, but next time I’ll plant some seed for you to take back to him with.”

I turned to Mark and said, “I didn’t touch him. I didn’t cross the line you and I agreed to, but by circumstance I’m sure I’ve got some sticky spots left on me and these matted hair spots are because of his cum. I never thought about it, but I want to know if there’s truth to what Robbie said. How do you feel about another man using your wife?” Mark didn’t say a word. Instead he came over to me and started to kiss me. Kissing my lips at first and then kissing and licking my neck and body. He was searching for those salty spots and enjoying it just as much as me. I told him to fuck me. I wanted to cum again. Mark slid his cock into my loose and wet hole and as he was pumping he buried his face in the cum soak parts of my hair and kept telling me how hot I was. It didn’t take long for him to unload in me. In fact, I hadn’t finished myself and told him such. Then, my devious mind clicked and I told him he had to make sure I came. I motioned his head down to my freshly fill pussy and somewhere between me rubbing my clit on his face and him cleaning out his creampie I came hard once again. I told him it was going to be good practice for him and with that I rolled over for some sleep.

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The sound of you flipping through all the snow filled channels is getting on my nerves.

For the last several hours, you have gone from watching fuzzy outlines of statewide maps to complete static on the screen. I can tell you are getting more and more worked up about our situation. While it so sweet you care about my safety, I really wish you would understand that we will be fine! I showed you the full pantry… and we have checked the backup generator several times to make sure it will function properly. We have enough LP gas to run the stupid thing from now until New Year’s Eave for crying out loud! All your planning last summer to insulate the pipes will keep the little buggers warm and toasty in the basement so you don’t need to worry about them freezing, and yet here you are: continuing to flip… flip… flip through each channel trying to get a brief glimpse of a weather map showing you what we both already know: It is snowing. It is snowing A LOT. Nope… we won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

As you once again curse the TV and fiddle with connections in the back, I take a deep breath and rest my chin on the soft leather of our couch in our bay window overlooking Whitefish Lake. All of your years of hard work have paid off and we decided to purchase the land and build our dream cabin here.

How you ever got the land permits is beyond me. You toiled for months to make our dream a reality. This place has it all… a mountain railroad out back, an airport nearby, and complete isolation from the outside world – save for a few boating enthusiasts that glide by on the crystal clear water during the summer.

I smile and glance back over to you hunched over the TV, and I can tell your temper is flaring up. Years ago you swore that you would control your temper, but at times like this you are tested. That same laser like focus that enabled us to have a gorgeous place like this, is now going to ruin our alone time together. I know your main concern is about my safety, but this has to stop.

I glance once more out to the fat snowflakes falling down, and guess that we have at least 2 feet of snow so far. The opposite side of the lake has not been visible for quite some time now, and what little sunlight is present is fading fast. I dip my finger in my glass of wine and let the drop of tart liquid fall on my extended tongue. Had you been watching, I know it would have gotten your attention. But no… you are too worried.

I decide to get up and I walk barefoot across the hardwood floor that is heated from below. The warm organic feel beneath my feet is quite the contrast from the blizzard like view I just left. I turn right at the edge of the open kitchen and walk down the long hallway to our bedroom. Passing by the bathroom that I personally designed, I can smell the warm vanilla sugar candles that have been burning for the last several hours.

After several more soft steps I enter our Master Bedroom. The high ceilings and indirect lighting make it feel like a cathedral. I suppose it is a cathedral of sorts. You have always worshipped me and my body since we met so many years ago. This room is just another extension of your passion for me. I reach out and run my fingers along the thick Egyptian cotton comforter on our bed as I go over to my walk in closet. As the doors open to greet me, the scent of cherry wood and lavender fill my nostrils. The soft lighting in the closet display countless items of fine clothing you have purchased for me. Everything is here: from the most wholesome Easter dresses, all the way down to the most sultry corset ensembles that would make a stripper blush. I have worn them all for you, and I look damn good in them all. Tonight however, I have something you know nothing about. I take several steps back into the darkened corner and pull out a box that has a large bow made of thick cloth. I take the box back to our bed and place it carefully within easy reach.

I hear another string of profanities leave your mouth as your tension level rises with the intensity of the storm. I will have to teach that mouth of yours a lesson! I quietly snick the door shut and walk over to our bathroom and turn on the hot water. As steam begins to fill the room, I slowly disrobe and take note of myself in the full length mirror.

While I am no longer a girl by any means, I know you love each and every curve of my womanly figure. The difficult years of our marriage are behind us, and they have taken their toll. A few silver strands in my dark mane of hair attest to our struggles, but you always tell me they are what you love most about my hair. Sometimes when you are relaxed you spread my hair out over the bed and cross your eyes as you gaze upon it like it is some sort of lost treasure. It took me years to understand how you look at me like that, but now… through it all I have learned that deep inside my heart and soul lies your treasure… and it is me.

As hot steam envelopes me, I turn to the side so I can admire my long muscular legs. I have worked izmit escort tirelessly for years to get my ‘young bride’ figure back, and I must say I look damn good. My breasts are heavy and hang just right, my belly is flat with just the right amount of softness for you to lay your head on after we make love. I slowly run my fingers across my nipples and make them stand out for you. You have always been fascinated with them, and I love how you lose all modes of thought when I play with them.

I turn all the way around and look at my ass. It’s not as small as I would like, but you don’t seem to mind. In fact you keep begging me NOT to lose it. I playfully smack my own ass and watch it jiggle in the mirror. The things I do for love! I giggle and proceed to make myself squeaky clean for you.

After my shower I dry off and walk out naked into our expansive room.

The soft light outdoors is nearly gone and the white scenery has been replaced by a bluish cold hue that sends a tingle up my spine. I look down and open the box, smiling at its contents. I pull out each individual piece of clothing and begin to put it on. I know you are a fan of steampunk, and tonight I am going to be your ultimate steampunk fantasy. I string on the white garters and fasten them under my leather vest which lifts my ample cleavage up and out. Even I am impressed with my size, and I know you will soon forget all about this silly snowstorm.

I complete the outfit with a white skirt that hangs loosely on my hips and shows off my taught thighs beneath. As I regard myself in the mirror I almost have pity on you. You are not going to know what hit you when I walk out into the room and show you my goods. As I pack up the box something heavy falls to the floor. I smile as I bend over and look up at myself in the mirror. This riding crop might come in handy if you don’t behave!

I walk out of our bedroom and back up the long hallway to the living room where you are intently staring at the snow on the TV screen. The wind outside is howling, but our home is nice and warm thanks to the huge fireplace and boiler system you insisted on installing for dealing with the weather in the mountains.

I coyly lean against the door opening and lift my arms above my head in a fake stretch. Even with all the reflections in the dark windows you do not notice me. I clear my throat noisily – and you STILL don’t notice.

Anger builds inside me, and the flood of emotion stokes my passion for you. I reach across the thin material of my white bodice and start to stroke my nipples… making them hard so they stand out from my shirt. I once again clear my throat, and you ask me if I am ok without even looking over your shoulder.

The woman of your dreams is practically throwing herself at you and you don’t even bother to turn around and see! Another flame of passion washes over me and I take 3 long steps across the hardwood floor and whack your bottom hard with my riding crop. You jump in surprise and hit your head on the bottom of the banister that is above the TV. It must weigh hundreds of pounds, but even so it seems to jump with the impact of your head.

You spin around in anger asking me what the heck I did that for, and your words get caught in your mouth like a train wreck. They pile up and fall off the tracks as your mouth hangs open while you stare at me.

Now that I have your full attention I give you my best pouty lip and ask if your head is ok. You are rubbing it furiously but your anger at my outburst has completely disappeared as you stare at my hardening nipples. I take your head gently in both of my hands and tilt your head down so I can look at your boo boo. I arch my back so my breasts lift up to your eyes. I know you are staring at them, and I know you are mentally peeling off my clothes. The feeling of having my man of many years still in total awe of my body is like a drug… and I can’t get enough.

I feel your hands running up side from my hips to my chest and I know you so badly want to feel my breasts. My breath quickens under your touch. Your fingers catch on each of the leather buckles of my corset and you try to stammer out words of admiration for my new look. Just as your hands reach the bottom of my breasts I quickly turn away and look at you over my shoulder. My long hair hide half of my face, but you clearly see the ‘come hither’ look I am giving you.

I slowly walk over to the picture window taking in my reflection as I lead you like a puppy dog. I pretend to look out into the darkness at the raging snowstorm and ask you a few meaningless questions about how much snow we will get. I know that I totally have you wrapped around my finger when you don’t even manage to produce an answer. Instead you are slowly wrapping your strong arms around my waist and breathing in the scent of my hair.

You always have had a weakness for my long hair and over the years I have taken exquisite care of it. You always used to say ‘spare no bodrum escort expense’ and I took you at your word. Now you are like helpless bug caught in my web as you stand there pressing your hips against my bottom while burying your nose in my luscious mane.

I push my bottom out to meet your hips, and I slowly start to sway back and forth as I take your powerful hands in mine. I can feel you tense as I create the perfect amount of friction between us. I take another look outside to the fat snowflakes visible in the light of the window, and I ask once again how much snow you think we will get.

This time you actually murmur something into my neck but I can’t tell what you said. I do know exactly what you are thinking however, because I feel the familiar bulge in your pants that is growing larger by the second.

I break contact with you for just a second, and listen to your tepid whine. You poor baby! I reassure you I am not going anywhere as I plant my tight ass cheeks directly on either side of your manhood and grind myself into you.

The moan that leaves your lips goes straight into my neck and down my spine straight into my pussy. Your arms clamp down on me tightly as I continue to sway back and forth. I can feel your hand once again tracing up my ribs on the way to my breasts which are about to burst from not being touched yet. I tell you to be a good boy and guide your hand back down to my hips, and I turn to kiss you gently. You growl in frustration and I smile from ear to ear. I tell you an old proverb about good things happening to those who wait and you growl even more.

I break away entirely to take you in from head to toe. My my… you need some work. You are standing there with your classic superhero t-shirt I bought you last Christmas, and it is not centered on your body thanks to your constant fussing with the TV. I trace down your belly and then act surprised when I see your flannel pajama bottoms sticking out thanks to your impressive tent pole.

I ask what that’s all about, and you just give me that smile that drives me wild. As we play our little game, the sparkle in your eye is what I live for. I ask if you like what you see, as I cock my hips to the side and place my hands on them. I turn from side to side giving you a good view of everything and you react with each move I make as I present myself to you.

I tell you all about how it is steam punk and when I bought it this fall, but you are not truly listening. You are totally focused on my cleavage and my nipples that are desperately trying to poke through the cloth covering them. Naughty boy! Just as you are once again about to reach out and grab hold of your prizes, I bring my riding crop up under your chin until we make eye contact. I tell you to behave and listen to me… and you willingly obey. Once I am convinced you are worthy once again I lower my riding crop and tell you I would like a drink.

I giggle inside as I take my seat back on my favorite couch, and I watch your cute little butt run off to the kitchen. You are still sporting a massive erection that is leading your way as you leave the room. I am so flattered that after all these years of marriage you still are like a grade school boy seeing his first nudie magazine. I bet I could give you an orgasm just by whispering in your ear, and I resolve that sometime I will do just that.

My contemplative mood is broken as you are suddenly standing beside me with drinks in hand and sadly, my little soldier in your pants is starting to fade away. We can’t have that! I know you love the tease, so I slowly lean across the couch and create an enormous amount of tension in the fabric covering my breasts. I know that I am showing off almost everything just above my nipples by the fact that your eyes almost pop out of your skull. As you stare, I plant a long noisy kiss right onto the little solider who springs up from his nap. I look up at you and give my sexiest smile, and tell you not to spill the drinks on the floor. You obey me… barely.

I take my drink from your hand and sit back demurely on the couch and pat the seat next to me. You sit down abruptly and once again nearly spill my drink. You poor thing… you so desperately want to see my breasts don’t you? I tell you to listen carefully as I give you the instructions needed to have proper clearance for accessing my glorious mounds of flesh.

I tell you to go take a shower and get cleaned up. Then you need to put those boxers on that I am such a fan of. Then you need to sit in the easy chair directly across from me no matter how badly you want to do otherwise. I ask if you understand as I gracefully place my wineglass on the table next to me.

You nod your head and I give you a show to die for as I place my hands on either side of my breasts and squeeze them up and to the center for you. Just when I think you can’t take any more, I bring my long manicured nails up to my nipples and gently pull on each one. I instruct alanya escort you to go, and you obey once more.

As you stand to leave, you jerk slightly down as your erection is caught in your pant leg. I give you my best pout and motion you off to the bedroom to get cleaned up. I watch you leave the room and smile above my wine glass as I take a long sultry sip.

Once I am sure the shower is running and you cannot hear anything I flip the TV over from the antenna to the media server, and I pull up one of our favorite porn movies. The plot is thin, and the acting is horrible, but the imagery gets me going and I know it does for you too.

Tonight however you are going to get a double dose. I watch the screen as two women passionately kiss each other. Watching the women kiss and fondle their breasts begins to turn me on. The soft music and the moans of passion heat up the room as I watch. I spread my legs in a most slutty fashion and begin to gently rub myself from side to side.

When you come back into the room and see this you will probably cum in your plants right then and there. As the two women continue to caress each other I tilt my head back and feel the weight of my hair fall off the side of the couch armrest. The sensation between my legs is building and I need you inside me in the worst possible way. I re-position myself in a comfortable corner and look down once again at the screen where a young boy has joined the two women. He is much more slender than you, and not nearly as muscular. He does however have a long cock and the two girls are working furiously on it.

I watch as one tries to take the boy’s length into her mouth while the other girl licks his balls. Instinctively my mouth opens and I place my free hand’s index finger in my mouth as imagine it is your cock. I am totally turned on now, and want to cum, but I recompose myself when I hear the shower turn off.

I keep the volume on as I hear your bare feet pad up the hallway into the living room. I still have my legs spread wide, and I am still rubbing myself as I see you come into view. The look on your face is priceless. You are completely stunned. I can tell you are a mix of emotions ranging from wanting to laugh, and to wanting to fuck.

I raise my eyebrows at you and motion towards the seat across from me, and you obey without much hesitation. As you sit, I catch a glimpse of your cock through the opening at the front of your boxers. I can just imagine how it will feel sliding down the back of my throat. The veins on its side pulsing with each of your powerful heat beats… the quiver of your legs as I take your entire thick length down my throat…

I realize that my masturbation is about to make me cum as I fantasize about your cock and I once again make eye contact with you. You are staring at me, and don’t even care about the movie on the screen beside you. You are totally 100% enthralled with me, and I know I deserve it.

I take my long pointed tongue and trace the outline of my upper lip as I continue to rub my pussy. I close my eyes and can feel your eyes burning like lasers on my hand as I furiously work my clit to a near climax. When I regard you once again you are starting to stand up, and I scold you for being naughty. I tell you to watch the movie and you sheepishly turn your head to the screen.

The two girls are still kissing each other but the young stud is furiously pounding the girl closest to him. His cock disappears into her pussy and his ball slap her clit with impressive force. All 3 of them are screaming in passion now, and it creates a need for me to trace the outline of my erect nipple through my shirt. You are still looking at the screen as I clear my throat, and your head snaps to attention at my beckoning.

Your eyes go wide as I track around and around my nipples one at a time. I slowly pull my shirt lose from the leather corset below and show you the bottom of my bare breasts just below my nipples. You once again try to stand, and I lower my shirt back down completely covering my breasts. You poor thing! I am being so mean, but I know you love it!

Once you are fully seated like a good boy, I lift the shirt completely over my breasts exposing them to the room and any woodland creatures outside who may be trying to find shelter from the raging snowstorm outside. The feeling of the hard leather against my soft flesh makes me feel empowered. Tonight I am in control of you in every way possible.

I look back at the TV to see the young stud pull his glistening cock from the pussy of one of the girls, and then they both quickly kneel before him. He frantically works his long cock up and down in nearly a blur, until he freezes and begins to jet ropes of sperm across their willing faces. Their outstretched tongues are covered with the sticky goo, and it drips down to their breasts. I know you are a huge fan of cumshots, but you can’t stop staring at my breast and my pussy as I continue to keep myself on the cusp of an orgasm.

The site of the girls kissing with their faces covered in sperm pushes me over the edge and I motion for you to come forward. Before you can even stand, my body begins to shudder as my fingers work their magic on my pussy, and I cum for the first time of the night. I close my eyes as the wave of passion wash over me one after another.

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My unofficial job title is towel lady. Not very glamorous, but it pays the bills. I just started at LA Fitness this week. The best part of my job is stocking the towels in the men’s locker room.

I work with a lot of middle-aged Mexican women. They all dress in the same thing, loose fitting white pants and a white smock. Well this Colombian towel lady is changing things up. I’m wearing white denim shorts and a white, very fitted v-neck t-shirt. My 40C breasts are straining against my shirt. My bra has just enough padding to push them up and together to form some nice cleavage. I know the other ladies don’t like the way I dress but I don’t like the way they dress either so we’re even.

You just finished your workout and are in the shower when I get into the locker room. I’ve been distracted by a guy that’s trying to pick me up and won’t take no for an answer. I finally convince him that he has no chance and he walks away dejected.

I turn with my arms full of towels and walk to the rack to put them up. As I’m putting the towels away you walk up to me dripping wet, butt naked and take a towel from the stack in my arms. I have seen lots of wet, naked men since I started working here but there is something about you that just stops me in my tracks. It could be the muscular chest and arms, the rock hard legs. But what I think catches my eye is the huge cock swinging between your legs. I can’t help myself, I’m staring at the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. As I bite down on my lip you hear me moaning.

You see that I’m liking what I see. “Put the towels up and follow me.” you say. I put them fethiye escort on the rack and follow you into the back room. “What’s your name?”

“Esmeralda Villalobos.”

“Esmeralda? That’s a very exotic name. I like it. I’m Donald.” I just can’t stop looking at your cock. “Do you like this?” you ask as you stroke your shaft.

“Si.”

“Do you want it?”

“Si.”

You stand in front of me and put your hands on my breasts. You slip your hands in my bra and roll my nipples in your fingers. You can feel my heart beating fast. I reach out and take your cock in my hands. You kiss my cleavage and pull one of my breasts out of my bra to suck my nipple.

As you play with my breasts I stroke your cock and it starts getting hard. We both are breathing harder. You reach down and unzip my shorts. They are tight enough that you have to tug on them to get them over my hips. You take the hem of my t-shirt and pull it over my head. You step back and look at me. “Esmeralda, you have a very sexy body.” I feel my face get warm from the blush spreading over it.

Your cock is throbbing against your stomach. You pull me to you and kiss me hard. My tongue finds its way into your mouth. You drop one hand down to my crotch and you start rubbing my clit through my panties. They are already wet. I’m moaning loudly and the only thing that keeps anyone from hearing me are the washing machines in the room. I reach for your cock again. I want to suck your magnificent member but when I try to kneel in front of you you pull me up. “Not yet Esmeralda.”

You gebze escort pull my panties off, pick me up and set me on the edge of one of the washers. You spread my legs and look at my wet pussy. You slip 2 fingers inside me. I close my eyes and bite my lip. Your fingers slide in and out of my wet, tight pussy. The washer is in the spin cycle and I can feel the vibration in my pussy. I’m getting wetter.

As the fingers of one hand slide in and out of my pussy, you are rubbing my clit with the other. I throw my head back and cry out, “Ay Dios Mio! Donald I’m cuming!” Your fingers are moving in and out faster and harder and my clit is a hard button under your touch. I let out one last moan and you feel my pussy tighten on your fingers as I cum.

I slide off the washer and stand in front of you. I put my arms around you and pull you close to me. I can feel your enormous cock pressing against me. We kiss roughly and I press harder against your cock, rubbing it between your stomach and mine.

“Now Esmeralda, now you can suck it.” I kneel on a stack of towels in front of you. At first I just kneel there and look at your cock.

I look up at you and smile. “It is so big Don, I’m not sure I can take it all but I’ll do my best.”

“That’s all I can ask.”

I lean in and lick you from base to tip. “Mmmm.” My hand grips the base of your throbbing member as my lips part and slide over your cock. As my mouth moves down on your shaft, my hand moves up. I try to go slowly but I have never had such a big cock in my mouth and konyaaltı escort I am very excited. I have one hand on your cock and the other is caressing your ass.

You have your balls in one hand, gently massaging them as I suck you faster and faster. You thrust your cock deep into my mouth. As I’m sucking you I am moaning. I feel like I could cum again without any stimulation to my pussy or clit. You hold my head as you growl and moan. I glance up at you and your eyes are closed and you are playing with my hair. You grip my shoulder with one hand and let out a loud grunt as you shove your cock down my throat and cum.

Just as you pull your cock out of my mouth there is a noise from the doorway. We both look and see one of the other ladies turning around and walking out of the room. I look at you and wink.

Your cock is still hard and throbbing. You help me up then turn me around. You bend me over the counter and slam your cock into my pussy. “I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before Esmeralda. Does that sound good to you?”

“Oh yes, Donald, fuck me!” Your cock is almost too big for me, almost but not quite. With each slam of your cock into me I moan, louder and louder.

You fuck me harder and faster. You weave your hands into my hair and pull my head back and kiss my neck. “I’m going to cum in your sweet, tight pussy.” I can feel your body tense.

“I’m ready Donald. I’m ready to have you shoot your hot love juices into me.” You thrust deep into me one last time and your body quivers against mine as we cum together.

I turn around and put my arms around your neck. “I think I might like this towel lady job.” I kiss you passionately. You tell me you need to take another shower now and ask if I want to join you. So off we go to lather each other up in the shower. I have appointed myself your personal towel girl. Three times a week I have a new, clean towel waiting for you in the back room.

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