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I awoke that morning on the floor, naked, my wrists and ankles bound with rope and my exposed sex wet and swollen.

I wanted a nice, hot bath to sooth my aching muscles. I wanted to rub the sleepy dirt out of my eyes. I wanted to masturbate furiously so I could get rid of the urgent, throbbing, insistent need between my legs.

Of course I was denied all of these things. Gretchen had robbed me of the ability to satisfy even the most basic of my physical needs. Somewhere in the back of my mind was a voice that whispered to me and told me that I had always craved this sense of helplessness and was just too afraid to ask for it.

I tried to ignore the voice by struggling against the ropes that bound me. The ropes were tight and scratchy, and it hurt my wrists and ankles to pull against them, but the pain was a welcome alternative to thinking about how I might actually enjoy being helpless and publicly humiliated.

“Well, look who’s awake,” I heard Gretchen’s familiar voice say from only a few feet away. “I’ve been awake for almost two hours.”

I looked up and caught a glimpse of my girlfriend. Oops! I’m not supposed to call her that anymore. I caught a glimpse of my owner. This whole week I’m her property. It’s all nice and legal according to Sessian law.

I couldn’t get a good look at her since I was bound on the floor, but I could see she was already dressed. “It took forever to fall asleep last night,” I said in a sad voice that I hoped would elicit sympathy. “It’s hard to fall asleep in a position like this. My quadriceps and lower back were sore all night. They still are.”

“Yes,” Gretchen agreed. “They would be.”

She knelt down and gave me a wicked smile. Then she slowly ran a finger from my breastbone to my pelvis, stopping just before she reached my pussy. I reflexively flinched.

“You look so helpless and vulnerable in this position,” Gretchen informed me in a soft purring voice. “And that look on your face…”

Gretchen didn’t elaborate, but I assumed that the look on my face was a look of misery or fear. Was that how Gretchen wanted me to look? Did she find that arousing? This was all new and scary territory for me. I’d never seen this side of Gretchen before.

She kissed me gently on the forehead, then stood up. “We’ve got a big day ahead of us,” Gretchen said, suddenly all business. “These women will clean you up and get you presentable before we go out into public.”

“Women?” I asked, straining my neck to look up and see as much of the room as possible.

Four women in maid’s uniforms closed in on me. They were very businesslike and proceeded to take charge of me with minimal conversation and maximum efficiency. First they untied me and then they forced me to stand up and walk to the restroom. They seemed not notice or care that my muscles were sore from being tied up all night, and my pleas for patience were ignored.

Gretchen stood in the bathroom doorway and spoke to them in Italian. I couldn’t understand a word they were saying, but I got the impression that it was some sort of instructions or orders. The oldest of the maids responded in Italian in a way that sounded very obedient yet unenthusiastic.

One of the younger maids filled the bathtub with warm water while the two tallest of the maids held onto my arms. Perhaps this was to keep me from attempting to escape. Or perhaps it was to keep me from falling down. My legs were weak from the way they were tied far apart all night and I welcomed the support they gave me.

They ordered me around in Italian and rapidly became impatient when I failed to follow their instructions right away. I was ordered to step into the tub when it was halfway filled with water and ordered to move this way and that so that they could lather, scrub and dry various parts of my body.

They were more gentle than Gretchen had been, but in some ways this was worse than being washed by Gretchen.

Eventually I realized why this was worse. In our society maids are considered one of the lowest of the low. Normally they’re invisible. People never notice them in hotels. They just put a sign on their door when they want their room cleaned and go out for the day. When people return to their rooms the room is clean as if by magic. Maids are necessary, but nobody ever talks to them or acknowledges their existence.

However Gretchen had turned me over to this quartet of unsmiling women so that they could wash my naked body, dry my naked body, wash and style my hair, brush my teeth and apply my makeup. To make matters worse they eventually gave up on giving me verbal instructions and just grabbed, pushed or pulled to get me to cooperate with their tasks. It was almost like they were grooming an animal.

When it was time to get out of the tub strong hands simply grabbed me by the arms and the hair and forced me to stand up and step out of the tub. Strong hands indicated where to place my hands and my feet while they busied themselves drying my body with a towel. kastamonu escort Strong fingers forced my mouth open so they could brush my teeth.

I allowed myself to be touched, washed, dried, brushed, manipulated and moved about like a pet being groomed and did not complain or resist.

But, of course I really didn’t have a choice anyway. If I resisted, the maids outnumbered me four to one and could easily overpower me. Or Gretchen could call hotel security and have them restrain me. Complaining would do no good. I was officially Gretchen’s property. Everything she had done to me was nice and legal.

When they were finished grooming me, two of the maids grabbed my arms and led me out of the bathroom and out to where Gretchen was standing.

At this point Gretchen was no longer alone in the hotel room. She had apparently ordered room service and a young man in a hotel uniform chatted politely while Gretchen signed for the food and wrote in a tip.

Both Gretchen and the young man paused when I entered and the young man ran his eyes up and down my naked body, making no effort to hide the lust in his eyes. He said something in Italian and everybody in the room laughed at what was certainly a joke at my expense.

My face felt hot and my chest felt tight. It was bad enough when women leered at my naked body, but when the men did it, it was much worse.

The maids shouted commands to me in Italian and when I didn’t obey, they forced my legs apart and yanked my shoulders back. They forced my chin up and made me put my hands behind my neck. They made certain that my knees were straight as well as my spine.

Gretchen walked around and inspected me. She paid special attention to my hair and my makeup. When she was satisfied, she gave the maids some money and sent them on their way. The employee with the food cart was exceedingly slow in leaving and kept giving me lustful looks. I wanted to yell at him and cover my naked body, but I knew that would only earn me more punishments.

Breakfast was a rushed affair as Gretchen had plans and wanted to get out and about as soon as possible. I obeyed Gretchen’s orders and ate as quickly as I could, but then made the mistake of asking for coffee.

“I get coffee,” Gretchen replied, “but slaves take whatever food they are given and are grateful for it. Understand?”

I gave Gretchen a look meant to elicit sympathy and used my most pleading voice. “But Mistress,” I begged, “I always have coffee in the morning! Ever since I was fifteen! There’s no way I can wake up in the morning without it!”

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say. Gretchen got this sadistic smile on her face and stared at me for a long time without speaking. I knew from her look that something bad was coming.

“I can see we have a problem,” Gretchen finally said in a tone that was disturbingly pleasant.

“I can’t have a sleepy, lethargic slave. I simply must find a way to wake you up in the morning!”

Her words sounded innocent enough and her tone was friendly and pleasant. Only the look on her face indicated that I was in trouble. My heart beat faster and I wanted to run, but where could a slave run to? I was naked and had a slave collar locked around my neck. I wouldn’t get more than a hundred yards before I was captured.

“Ah, I have it!” Gretchen said with exaggerated emoting. “Every morning you shall have a brisk and enthusiastic spanking! It will get your heart beating and make certain that you’re wide awake to start the new day!”

My shoulders slumped in defeat and my head drooped. My bottom was still sore from yesterday’s spanking, but now that I had walked into Gretchen’s trap there was no way out of it. Arguing would just give her an excuse to punish me even further.

I waited for my mistress to give me the order to climb over her lap for my spanking, however it wasn’t to be that simple. Gretchen was in a creative mood and had devised something far more humiliating.

I nervously waited for Gretchen’s next orders, however instead of ordering me over her lap she grabbed some hotel stationary and began to write.

I hadn’t been a slave for long, but I knew better than to interrupt my mistress while she went about her business. I quietly waited for my mistress to tell me what her plans were and stood very still with my hands at my sides.

When she was done writing, she folded up her page and stuffed it into an envelope. She sealed the envelope and handed it to me. I obediently accepted what my mistress gave me, still with no idea the implications of what this meant for me.

“Okay, Slave,” Gretchen said, still smiling, “you are to take this envelope down to the lobby without opening it. You are to choose a person from the lobby and hand the envelope to them. Wait for them to read it, and then you are to follow any orders that they give you.”

I looked at the envelope in my hand as if it were a poisonous kayseri escort reptile. I now had a very good idea what Gretchen had written in her note and wasn’t looking forward to handing it to anyone. I tried to think of a way out of the predicament I was in, but no solution came to mind.

“You’re dawdling, Slave,” Gretchen said in a lecturing tone. “When I give an order, I expect it to be carried out quickly”.

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied. “Sorry, Mistress!”

I backed out of our hotel room and bumped into a young, married couple as I awkwardly backed into the hallway. “Oh my lord,” the man exclaimed. “She’s not wearing a stitch,” his wife added.

The husband blushed and the wife had a shocked look on her face. Her eyes went wide and her mouth made a perfect “O” shape. I took a step back and touched the slave collar around my neck.

“I-I’m not allowed to wear clothing,” I said nervously, embarrassed to have to explain my unfortunate position. “I’m a slave.”

“Certainly not!” the wife exclaimed, apparently ignorant of Sessian law. She and her husband were both tourists from the U.K. and were shocked to find that slavery was legal in Sessia.

I let both of them read the tag on my slave collar, but they still looked in shock when they finally went back to their room.

The commotion had caught people’s attention and at least seven people came out of their rooms to get a good look at the naked girl. I wanted to make an angry, sarcastic comment and make them stop staring at my naked body, but slaves do not do such things. Instead I walked my naked ass to the elevators as quickly as I could without seeming like I was running away.

Like an idiot, I assumed that the elevator would provide me with protection and privacy and hide my nudity from the public.

How wrong I was.

When the elevator doors slid open, I was greeted with the shocked expressions on the faces of five passengers. For a few seconds I just stood there, uncertain if I should step into the crowded elevator car or not. Were the five people in this elevator car worse than the perverts in the hall?

I was frozen with indecision and probably would have remained that way until the elevator doors closed, but somebody in the hallway snuck up behind me and pinched me on the bottom.

It was so sudden and so unexpected, that I gasped and jumped forward. I placed one hand over my buttocks to protect it (illegal by Sessian law) and turned my head to see who had pinched me, but the elevator doors had already started to close and I only got a glimpse of dark blue fabric. I couldn’t even tell if the pincher was male or female. By jumping forward as I did, I ended up pressed into one of the other passengers on the elevator. “Sorry,” I said weakly after bumping into him. “Somebody pinched my bottom, and I just sort of … overreacted.”

The young man had wrapped his arms around me when he and I impacted. That was a normal and reflexive thing to do in order to keep his balance, but now that the initial impact was over the polite thing to do would be to let go of me.

It took me a second to realize that I was a naked girl in a man’s arms, and that men are not known for quickly or easily giving up a prize like a naked woman.

Of course as a slave I had no right to ask him to let me go or to try and squirm out of his grasp. Luckily for me, a form, confident female voice rang out and said, “Eric, a proper gentleman would let go of that girl right now.”

“Yes, of course, Mother,” replied Eric as he took his hands off of me and stepped back a few inches. He affected a look with his face and body language that seemed to say, “I wasn’t thinking any improper thoughts! I am always a proper and innocent British gentleman! Really!”

Eric’s mother was middle aged and was visibly blushing at the sight of my nudity. Obviously not used to seeing naked people in public, she was still trying to maintain as much order and dignity for her family as possible.

With some difficulty Eric’s mother removed her overcoat and tried to offer it to me. “Put this on, Dear,” she said. I don’t imagine you’re overly comfortable with every soul in this hotel seeing you naked.”

My first instinct was to accept her kind offer, but as a slave I would have gotten into a great deal of trouble for wearing any clothing at all. So, with much reluctance I was forced to very politely decline her offer.

This created some confusion, and I ended up having to explain to Eric’s mother, father and sister (the elevator was rather crowded with all five of us in there by the way) about slavery in Sessia and how it was illegal for slaves to wear clothing of any kind.

When the elevator reached the lobby level, the whole family got out with me. The mother led her son and husband away from me (must keep the boys away from the naughty naked lady), but the daughter still had questions for me and the mother seemed to think it was acceptable kıbrıs escort if it was just the two of us. After all girls don’t lust after other girls, do they? Why, she could even act as my protector if any lustful males came sniffing about, couldn’t she?

I answered the teenage daughter’s questions as politely and accurately as I could, however I soon noticed signs that her interest in me wasn’t purely scholarly.

She held the lock on my slave collar to see how securely it was attached and confirmed that it couldn’t be removed without a key. Then she checked the tag on my slave collar and read it at least three times. Finally she pulled out a pen and a scrap of paper and wrote down all the information off of my tag.

“What’s a good time to call?” she asked, licking her lips and giving me a seductive look after placing her pen and paper back in her purse.

It wasn’t until after she gave me that look that I realized how attractive she was. She was very slender, but still had girlish curves in all the right places. She was my height (which made her pretty tall) and had a very cute face with full lips, a tiny delicate nose and high cheek bones. Her eyes were a deep, deep blue and her hair was a golden blonde. And it was styled by somebody who knew what they were doing. It was long and wavy, but in an expertly styled way. Somebody went to a lot of trouble to make that hair look good.

“What’s a good time to call?” she repeated. This time her voice was louder and more insistent.

I had been so surprised by her question and caught up on a wave of instant attraction that my mouth just couldn’t/wouldn’t work for a few seconds. Also, I had no idea at first that this girl was a lesbian. Did her mother know? Did she even suspect?

No. She had been very definite about keeping her son and husband from making ogling me or touching me in any way. If she knew there was even the slightest possibility of her daughter having a sexual interest in me, she would have kept her daughter away too.

“Time,” I said, my mouth suddenly very dry. “I’m not sure. My owner is taking me to the punishment park today. I’m not sure what time we’ll be getting back.”

I was actually shaking slightly in anticipation. I was hoping to see this girl again very soon … without her family impeding things.

“Gretchen Starke? That’s your owner?” she asked.

I nodded my head in agreement.

“I’ll be calling,” she said, and she kissed me on the forehead. “Now, I must be going. If I don’t catch up, Mother will be getting suspicious.”

She rapidly made her way across the lobby and disappeared. I was sad to see her go, but I looked forward to meeting up with her again. She was one of the most attractive women I’d ever met and the sound of her voice was just so somehow sexually suggestive and proper at the same time. It was a British thing I suppose.

So infatuated was I by this blonde, British girl that I totally forgot about the envelope in my hand. I had to give it to somebody and I had now lost the opportunity to give it to a girl who was both gorgeous and had a definite sexual interest in me.

Mentally kicking myself, I shifted my weight from one foot to another and looked around the lobby for another candidate to give the envelope to. The lobby was filled mostly with men. I saw a hotel security guard, a bellhop, a front desk clerk and several male guests, but at the moment it looked as if I was the only female in the lobby.

Then, suddenly I saw a woman dressed in corporate attire come out and speak to the front desk clerk. She handed him some files and they chatted for about a minute, before she walked away. She was headed for an “employees only” area, so I had to move fast.

I made my way up to the front desk as quickly as I could and tried not to look desperate. “Excuse me,” I said just as she was opening the door that would take her from the hotel lobby.

“Yes?” she asked in a polite, professional tone, “What can I do for you?”

She wasn’t as attractive as the blonde girl, and her body language and facial expression indicated that she was only helping me because it was part of her job to help guests of the hotel, but she was female, and there was no way that I wanted a man putting me over his lap or spanking my naked ass. And I was pretty certain that Gretchen’s letter was all about me being spanked … or possibly something even worse.

I nervously handed her the envelope, and with some difficulty forced the words out of my mouth. “My mistress says I need to give this to somebody in the hotel lobby.”

The woman took the envelope and reached in a drawer for a letter opener. “I don’t actually work in the lobby,” the woman informed me. “I work in the back, in accounting. I could give this to one of the lobby staff if you’d like.”

I looked around the lobby and saw only male faces. Several of them were giving me lustful smirks. No way did I want to give this envelope to any of them.

“Please, just read it,” I said, desperately. “My Mistress said I could choose the person I gave it to, and I really don’t want to give this to anybody … male.”

She gave me a suspicious look, but silently took the letter from the envelope and read it.

Then she looked at me and read the letter again.

“You’re sure you want me to do this?” she asked.

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With her eyes lowered all Eva could see when the door opened was Sir Dan’s feet and the black leather pants of another man and the white heels and white fishnet stockings of a woman.

Sir Dan walked up next to where Eva was kneeling on a slave pillow. As he ran his hand tenderly over the top of her hair he said quietly, “Pet?”

Happy to hear him call her by his pet name for her again, she looked up timidly as she smiled into his gentle loving eyes. She also let out a silent sigh, because his smile and the use of her Pet name led her to think that he had forgiven her for her indiscretion.

“Mike this is my Strayangel. Pet, I would like you to meet Mike..”

“Yes Sir,” she said to Sir Dan, “Thank you Sir.”

“I am happy to met you Sir Mike,” she said, as she looked up to see one of the most intriguing couples she had seen yet.

She smiled sweetly at the clean-cut handsome young man, with dark shiny black hair and long dark eye lashes. She took the hand that he offered her and she couldn’t help blushing when he held her spellbound momentarily with his piercing light blue eyes that flashed with lust as he gave her a quick once over from head to toe. But, even though she had never seen him before there was something familiar about him.

“It is my pleasure I assure you strayangel.”

Eva looked quickly at Sir Dan who had apparently noticed her blushing since he was grinning at her evilly. “Pet, Mike is Master Blaze’s son.”

“Oh, I thought you looked a little bit familiar Sir Mike,” Eva said smiling at the young man again. She felt herself blush once more since Sir Mike still held onto her hand, and held her still in the steady gaze of those piercing blue eyes.

She guessed that Master Blaze must surely have trained his son in the same lifestyle. She could see he was young. Nevertheless, he had the same commanding presence and the strong masterly energy of the older Doms she had met. His energy made her pussy just as wet as she had been in the presence of the other powerful men she had met.

“Dan you were exactly right in your description of this dreamy little slut. I congratulate you on this lovely vision? She is the very image of Bettie Page,” Sir Mike added with ardahan escort a big knowing grin and a raised eyebrow that Eva had also become accustomed to with other powerful men.

“And she blushes so prettily,” he added, making Eva blush even more as she felt the heat rising on her face. She wished he would let go of her hand because she could feel moisture beginning to gather in her pussy once more from the powerful energy she felt from his hand.

“Yes she does, doesn’t she,” Sir Dan replied. He didn’t seem bothered by Sir Mike holding onto her hand, but Eva felt herself start to tremble.

“And I’ll bet she juices nicely too, doesn’t she?”

“Oh yes,” Eva’s Sir chuckled.

“May I?” asked Sir Mike with a knowing look.

“Yes of course. Be my guest,” Sir Dan grinned.

Eva looked up at her Dom with alarm on her face. And, as if he had read her mind again he said, “It’s okay Pet. Just do what comes naturally for you. Let Mike know what a wonderful little slut you are.”

“Yes Sir,” she said still with apprehension. She couldn’t help taking a quick peek at Angel’s face to see if she was uncomfortable with her Master flirting. But Angel still had her eyes lowered.

“Sulu Pet,” Sir Dan ordered, bringing Eva back to attention.

“Yes Sir,” she said.

Recognizing the order for the prone position that her Dominant had taught her, Eva quickly lay down on her back on the carpet. She kept her hands by her sides and spread her legs as wide as she could to wait for his command.

“Mike?” he said as he nodded toward Eva with that infamous raised eyebrow.

“Ahh, yes,” Sir Mike responded as he dropped Angel’s hand and stooped down in front of Eva. He reached down, and as Eva suspected, he reached between her legs. He swiftly slid his fingers into her naked slit and felt for her clit. Finding it, he began to gently and rapidly rub Eva’s fleshy little button. She immediately began to squirm to the artful touch of this young stranger.

Because of how hot she had been all evening, the unexpected sweet humiliation she felt at displaying herself before her Sir made her naughty cunt dribble instantly.

“Oh adıyaman escort my,” Sir Mike said, surprised. And he quickly shoved two fingers into her slick cunt and began to pump the delightfully horny little slut’s snatch for all he was worth.

Whimpering and wriggling her whole world seemed to suddenly focus on her salacious throbbing clit. Eva started to hump the young man’s fingers. He slid a third finger into her hungry twat and he pounded her pussy hard and deep making her gasp loudly. He shoved his fingers in and out of her pussy faster and harder, again and again. Deep and hard, making her cry out with lust.

“She juices very nicely, and very, very quickly, ” Sir Mike laughed as he pounded her hot hole. “And I sure do love to find a cute little slut like this who can go from zero to sizzling as quickly as this one can.”

He chuckled at her reaction as Eva lifted her bottom and bucked against his fingers and hand as he fucked her warm velvety little crack. She was breathing harder and gasping and panting breathlessly with every grinding movement as he pressed his thumb on her clit and began to flick it as he shoved his fingers in and out, in and out, and in and out.

“Sir? Oh Sir?” she cried out, “Please may I cum Sir?”

“Well, at this point I think that is up to Mike,” Sir Dan laughed quietly. “After all, he is in control of that insatiable burning little snatch of yours. If you want it you will have to beg him my Pet.”

Gasping as her cunt was pummeled over and over by the strong hand of the handsome young Master, Eva began to wail, “Sir Mike pleasseeeee?”

“Please what slut?” Sir Mike teased as he throttled her cunt harder and harder.

“Please, please Sir Mike?”

Sir Mike doubled his efforts then and as he pounded her cunt faster and faster he growled, “Beg sweetly girl. What exactly do you want?”

“Oh please Sir Mike,” she wept. As he slammed his fingers into her deeper and deeper he rubbed her clit harder and faster making her cry out again, “Please, please, please, fuck me Sir Mike. Please fuck me, fuck me, and fuck me hard. Make me cum Sir Mike. Please make me cum.”

He suddenly karabük escort stopped all movement in her cunt and she began to cry as she tried to fuck his hand again. But he shoved his fingers into her hard and held her clit tightly as he pressed all his weight onto her pussy forcing her to stop moving. She drew in a sharp breath as she began to sob.

“What was that bitch?”

Eva sobbed desperately as she tried in vain to move and wiggle against him. “Please Sir Mike, ” she wept. “Pleaseeeeee!!!”

“Please what little one?”

“Please fuck me. Please make me cum,” she whined as she dug her fingernails into the carpet beneath her. She was in misery needing release. Then she suddenly remembered what her Sir had said.

“Sir Mike please fuck me again. Please make me cum,” she cried out sweetly. “I beg of you Sir, please? I beg you … Pleeaassseee!!!” and before she could finish Sir Mike shoved his fingers in and out of her cunt hard and deep and fast, making her squeal, “Please, please fuck me. I beg you Sir please may I cum? Please?”

Without answering Sir Mike slammed and pounded and fucked the distraught slave over and over until finally she shrieked, “PLEASE MAY I CUM SIR MIKE? PLEASE????” Oh, would he never give her release? She knew not to cum without his permission but she was so hot she didn’t know if she could hold it, and she started to cry.

Then right in the middle of fucking her cunt good and hard he abruptly stopped all movement. And then he bent his fingers up, pressing them against Eva’s g-spot at the back of her pelvic bone, and behind her clit. Then he rubbed her clit hard and fast manipulating her g-spot at the same time.

And as Eva began to squeal and cry, rolling her head back and forth in frustration she heard the most beautiful sound as Sir Mike grabbed her hair hard with his free hand and said quietly, “Cum slut.”

“Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Aaiiieeeee!!!” Eva cried out as her pussy twitched and jerked, and then a hot river of cum flowed again and again, soaking Sir Mike’s hand and the carpet beneath her.

“Wow! Dan my man, I must say your strayangel is definitely slave hot and beyond,” chuckled Sir Mike as he released Eva.

Still shuddering and shaking as her rolling orgasm began to subside, Eva looked up at her Dominant. He immediately stooped down and gathered her limp body into his arms. And as he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face he kissed her lips. And then he tenderly pressed his cheek against hers and murmured, “I am so proud of you my Pet.”

… to be continued.

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(In this tantalizing tale, every character portrayed is a mature soul, aged gracefully beyond the tender age of 18.)

I found myself captivated by his innocent charm, his youthful allure that ignited a fire within me. It was as if a forbidden desire had awakened, consuming my every thought and tempting me beyond reason. Bobby, the unsuspecting student, became the object of my deepest, most illicit fantasies.

His presence in my classroom was no longer ordinary; it was a tantalizing dance of stolen glances and hidden desires. The way his dark locks cascaded effortlessly over his forehead, framing his piercing blue eyes, sent shivers down my spine. His average build held an untamed magnetism that drew me closer, closer to the edge of temptation.

I, the epitome of grace and elegance, had always prided myself on my self-control. But Bobby, with his innocent smile and boyish charm, shattered the walls I had so carefully built around my desires. I was no longer the composed and untouchable teacher; I was a woman consumed by a forbidden passion.

The spring air carried a sense of recklessness, a whisper of forbidden love that danced upon the breeze. And one fateful day, as the sun bathed the classroom in its golden glow, our paths collided in a way that would forever change the course of our lives.

It started innocently enough, a simple conversation that lingered longer than it should have. Our eyes locked, and in that moment, time stood still. The boundaries that society had imposed upon us faded into insignificance, replaced by an undeniable connection that transcended age and position.

As the days turned into weeks, our encounters became bolder, our stolen moments more daring. The thrill of secrecy fueled our passion, igniting a flame that burned brighter with each stolen touch. The classroom, once a sanctuary of knowledge, transformed into our clandestine haven of desire.

But amidst the intoxicating whirlwind of our forbidden love, guilt lingered like a shadow, reminding us of the consequences that awaited us. We were two souls entangled in a web of passion, yearning for each other’s touch yet tormented by the knowledge that our love was forbidden.

And so, we danced on the precipice of ecstasy and despair, our hearts entwined in a love that defied all reason. The world may judge us, label us as sinners, but in the depths of our souls, we knew that our love was pure, untamed, and irrevocable.

I, the last teacher in the world anyone would expect to succumb to such desires, found myself entangled in a love affair…

-oOo-

One fine day in the month of May, as the classroom buzzed with the anticipation of freedom, Bobby sauntered past my desk, his eyes fixated on my bosom. The sun’s warm caress had prompted me to wear a blouse that revealed a tantalizing glimpse of my cleavage, just enough to ignite desire. It was not uncommon for young men to steal glances down my blouse, and truth be told, I relished in their admiration. My philosophy was simple – why deny them the pleasure of feasting their eyes upon my allure?

As our gazes locked, I anticipated a flush of embarrassment to color his cheeks, assuming he would swiftly divert his attention elsewhere. However, to my astonishment, I discovered an undeniable bulge protruding from the confines of his trousers, right before my very eyes. At first, I failed to comprehend its nature, perceiving it merely as a conspicuous lump distorting the fabric. It took a moment for the realization to dawn upon me – Bobby was sporting a throbbing erection. The revelation left me dumbfounded, too taken aback to even blush. I continued to gaze, captivated by the sight, until the realization struck that I was unabashedly ogling the crotch of a eighteen-year-old boy. Hastily, I averted my eyes, allowing Bobby to proceed on his way out of the room.

To my surprise, a delightful tingling sensation coursed through my nipples, causing them to harden within the confines of my bra. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief that Bobby had departed before witnessing this involuntary response.

I had just experienced a tantalizing encounter with a student that left me feeling a delightful ache between my thighs. He possessed a certain charm, a captivating allure that lingered in my thoughts throughout the day. My mind wandered into a realm of forbidden fantasies, fixated on the image of his impressive erection. As nightfall embraced me, I succumbed to a dream where we found ourselves alone, consumed by an insatiable desire. In this ethereal realm, I yearned to undress him, to reveal the hidden treasures beneath his pants. However, my efforts were thwarted as his hardened member entangled itself, teasingly refusing to be unveiled. The intensity of my arousal was overwhelming, and I awoke to find myself drenched with desire, my body yearning for release. With a feverish urgency, I sought solace in the touch of my own hand, pleasuring myself with an unbridled passion. My swollen clitoris protruded proudly, acıbadem escort akin to the prow of a majestic ship, ready to navigate the tempestuous seas of pleasure.

The following day, I arranged to meet my dearest confidante and fellow teacher, Cathy Barton, for a lunch date. As we savored our meal, I divulged the entirety of my scandalous encounter to her.

Cathy’s expression turned pensive, her mind seemingly lost in contemplation. “You know,” she began, her voice laced with intrigue, “I am privy to the secrets of at least three teachers who have engaged in illicit affairs with students here.” Her words hung in the air, carrying a sense of forbidden knowledge. “Two men and one woman,” she continued, her tone filled with a hint of mystery. “One of the men was caught in the act and faced the threat of dismissal, but somehow, the scandal was silenced.”

Curiosity piqued, I leaned in closer, my eyes searching for answers. “And what of the woman? The one who dared to indulge in a forbidden affair with a student?”

A mischievous smile danced upon Cathy’s lips as she leaned back, her gaze filled with secrets. “Ah, my dear, that is a tale I shall not reveal. However, I can disclose the identity of the student involved. Have you heard of Raymond Anthony?”

“Oh, him? I had the pleasure of having him in my class two years ago. He’s blossomed into quite the young man, wouldn’t you agree? Now in the ninth grade, he exudes an air of mystery and allure. What could possibly be the source of his magnetic charm?”

“Well…he’s not your typical average boy, if you catch my drift. He possesses a certain…endowment that sets him apart from the rest. In fact, word has spread like wildfire among the girls in the ninth grade, for he has earned quite the reputation.”

“Pray, do tell me more about this reputation.”

“Well, the whispers that circulated a few months ago suggested that he was still untouched…because every girl who dared to explore his depths discovered that he was simply too much to handle. Three different girls, during a daring game of Post Office at his sister’s slumber party, were left in awe of his size.”

“And he engaged in a tryst with a teacher?”

“Indeed, one of the teachers caught wind of his predicament and took it upon herself to assist him with his…little problem.” Cathy couldn’t help but giggle at the thought. “But, of course, it remains a closely guarded secret.”

“I dare say it must have been Miss Josephson, the captivating Geography teacher. She possesses an undeniable allure, and the boys simply cannot resist her charms.”

“Well, it wasn’t her, and she truly isn’t such a seductress. People merely perceive her as such due to her voluptuous bosom. Yours are nearly as ample, yet nobody would dare label you as promiscuous.”

“Because of the glasses. And I don’t dress to flaunt my curves when I’m at school. However, I made an exception yesterday, and behold the consequences that arose from revealing a mere inch of cleavage.”

“You should. Your bosom is truly exquisite, you know. I’m not at all surprised that he couldn’t resist stealing glances. Why don’t you undo another button on that tantalizing garment you’re wearing today, and let’s see if he takes notice?”

“Oh, my goodness, no.” I giggled, feeling a delightful sense of naughtiness. “You make me feel like such a sensual deviant. Like this?” I unfastened one more button at the top of my blouse, delicately pulling it down and artfully arranging the lapels.

“That’s better. Now your bosom is visible, but not excessively so, just a hint of your lacy bra peeking through.”

I swiftly refastened the button. “Well, we shall see. I don’t truly believe I would stoop so low as to entice a eighteen-year-old to gaze down my blouse.”

But I succumbed to my desires, as expected. As the fourth period came to an end, I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. I delicately undid the button of my blouse, allowing it to gracefully slide down, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of my ample bosom. Bobby, a handsome young man, happened to pass by my desk just as I dismissed the class. His eyes were immediately drawn to my chest, and I couldn’t resist the urge to playfully tease him. With a seductive gesture, I beckoned him closer, leaning forward over my desk as I inquired about a homework assignment. Purposefully, I thrust my voluptuous 36D breasts towards him, taking a deep breath to accentuate their allure.

Normally, I would wear practical undergarments to school. However, fate had a different plan that morning. All of my sensible underwear happened to be in the dirty laundry hamper, leaving me with only the lingerie I typically reserved for special occasions. It was not a conscious decision, but I found myself wearing one of those bras that subtly enhanced my assets. It wasn’t a WonderBra or something from the pages of a Victoria’s Secret catalog, but it certainly left no doubt that I was a woman with bağdat caddesi escort ample curves.

Bobby couldn’t help but notice. My mother used to jokingly refer to my breasts as “boy magnets,” and in that moment, I understood why. He was undeniably drawn to them, his face flushing with desire. As I continued to discuss the assignment, Bobby nodded along, pretending to listen while his attention was solely focused on my captivating presence. Curiosity got the better of me, and I discreetly stole a glance at his crotch. There, behind the confines of his zipper, something stirred and grew. A substantial bulge emerged, straining against the fabric of his pants, as if it were a primal display of virility. I was captivated, as if witnessing a mesmerizing mating ritual in a nature documentary.

Once again, I felt my body responding to the mere thought of him. My nipples hardened, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he would notice. The bra I wore was sheer, and when my nipples were erect, they poked through the fabric, begging for attention. I looked down at myself, and my heart skipped a beat. A big bump protruded from my left nipple, and I knew it was impossible to hide. My breathing became shallow, and I felt a rush of heat between my legs. This little game of ours had gone too far.

“So, you’ll have it in by the end of the week?” I asked, my voice low and sultry.

“Yes, Miss Wanshel,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled, knowing that I had him right where I wanted him. I turned around, and my nipples stuck out half an inch, taunting him. I could feel his eyes on me, and it only made me hotter. I erased the blackboard, trying to meet his gaze, but he still wouldn’t look at me. I rearranged my clothes, fastened the button, and tried to calm myself down. I couldn’t let him see me like this.

That night, I dreamed about him again. This time, I had no problem getting his pants down. He was big and thick between my legs, pumping hard, and I was gasping and moaning, almost about to come for what seemed like a very long time. I woke up in a sweat, my body on fire. There was a damp spot under me on the bed, evidence of my desire. I hurriedly finished myself off, one hand shoving fingers up inside me, and the other rubbing my clit hard until I came. My orgasm lasted almost a minute, and I knew that I couldn’t resist him any longer.

The morning sun shone through the window, casting a warm glow on my skin as I woke up. It was Wednesday, and I had no plans to meet Cathy. But as fate would have it, a note from her arrived between classes, suggesting we do lunch again. My heart raced with excitement as I met her on our break, and we got into her car, driving out towards a hamburger place on the highway.

As we drove, Cathy couldn’t help but gush about the boy in her fifth period class. “He’s such a little dreamboat,” she said, her voice filled with envy that he had a crush on me. We chatted about our day, and I told her all the juicy details of what happened in class yesterday. She wanted to know everything – how big his bulge was, whether any of the other boys noticed my ample bosom, and whether any of the girls noticed his growing erection. She even asked which bra I had worn that day.

“I’m not showing any cleavage today. I don’t want to be a slut,” I said, feeling a little self-conscious.

Cathy smirked. “What are you wearing tomorrow, then?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

She seductively whispered in my ear, her voice dripping with desire, “Darling, imagine the sensation of wearing something clingy, feeling the fabric caress your every curve, and going braless. Let your body breathe, let it be free.” Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she continued, “Or perhaps a tantalizing miniskirt, showcasing those gorgeous legs of yours. Oh, the temptation it would bring.”

Her words danced in my mind, tempting me with their allure. But reality quickly set in. I knew that going braless was a privilege reserved for those blessed with a figure like hers, not for someone like me, a woman with a generous D cup. And as a teacher at Southern State Community College, I was bound by a strict dress code that explicitly forbade miniskirts. I couldn’t risk my reputation or my job.

With a gentle touch, I persuaded her to understand my predicament. “My love, I appreciate your enticing suggestions, but I must remain true to myself. I will wear what I always do, regardless of the circumstances.”

Her voice lowered, filled with a hint of disappointment. “He truly is a sight to behold, isn’t he? Have you ever considered the possibilities?”

Confusion clouded my thoughts as I questioned her intentions. “Considered what?”

A mischievous smile played on her lips as she leaned closer, her breath warm against my skin. “Considered whether you truly desire to indulge in the forbidden pleasures with him?”

My heart raced, my mind struggling to comprehend her audacious kozyatağı escort proposition. “He’s just a boy! Eighteen years old!”

She chuckled softly, her laughter laced with a hint of seduction. “Yes, my dear, he may be young, but he possesses a certain maturity. And I couldn’t help but notice your dreams, two nights in a row. Once you start dreaming about a man, my love, it’s only a matter of time before you succumb to your desires.”

My voice trembled as I tried to reason with her, “But he’s not a man, he’s just a boy.”

Her giggle grew louder, filled with a wicked delight. “Oh, my dear, he may be young, but he is more than capable. So here we are, a young man, a compassionate older woman, and a clandestine lesson in the art of passion. In France, it would be seen as perfectly natural.”

We engaged in a passionate debate, our words intertwining like a seductive dance, oblivious to the passing time. Our hunger for each other’s company was undeniable, yet we settled for a quick indulgence, grabbing containers of creamy yogurt as we made our way back to the confines of our school. In that moment, she unveiled a truth that stirred the depths of my desires, revealing that my very essence was entangled in this forbidden allure. She whispered tantalizing secrets about Raymond Anthony, igniting a fire within me that yearned to be quenched…

“…and as she unzipped him, a revelation awaited her. A breathtaking nine inches of pure ecstasy. Can you fathom such a gift bestowed upon a mere eighteen-year-old? Just imagine the magnificence he will possess when he enters the realm of higher education, endowed like a majestic stallion. Such prodigious proportions may even necessitate the intervention of surgical reduction, for his virility will know no bounds.”

Hmm, I must admit, I’ve never experienced such an impressive size before. In fact, I’ve never laid eyes upon a nine-inch masterpiece in the flesh. The mere thought of being passionately penetrated in the depths of my being sends shivers down my spine. However, it’s not just the length that matters, my dear. It’s the width that truly entices, the ability to fill me up completely. And of course, the crucial question remains: can he maintain his firmness long enough to bring me to the pinnacle of ecstasy?

In his case, his girth is more than satisfactory, and he possesses the stamina of a wild jackrabbit, satisfying me not once, but twice in rapid succession. And believe it or not, they engage in this passionate dance of love-making approximately five times within a single session.

“Goodness gracious,” I gasped, my heart racing with desire.

“But my dear, he is merely eighteen years of age. That’s precisely why one indulges in the pleasures of a younger lover. They possess an insatiable appetite for carnal delights, leaving you breathless and yearning for more, even when your body begins to ache. And oh, the energy they possess! Unlike a weary 40-year-old gentleman who would simply roll off you and drift into slumber after his release.”

I paused, lost in contemplation for a moment. “Raymond, my dear, is not the man who ignites the flames of my passion.”

“Yes, it is a pity that he is already spoken for, isn’t it?” she chuckled softly. “However, let us not forget about Bobby, my dear. He may just be the one to fulfill your deepest desires.”

My heart raced as I looked into his eyes and whispered, “Yes, I do.” The thought of being with Bobby consumed my every desire, but a nagging doubt lingered in my mind. “But what if he doesn’t measure up?” I asked, my voice trembling with anticipation.

I couldn’t help but imagine a small, insignificant member that wouldn’t satisfy my every need. I had never encountered such a problem before, but I had heard stories from my girlfriends. “What if he can’t keep it up?” I continued, my mind racing with doubt.

“At his age, you don’t have to worry about that,” he assured me, his voice low and seductive. “The real challenge is keeping it down for more than five minutes.” His words sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to be with him.

I had noticed Bobby in class, his bulge more prominent than the other boys. It was the reason I had been drawn to him, the reason I couldn’t stop thinking about him. “You’ve probably had other boys get hard in your class,” he continued, his voice husky with desire. “But their erections weren’t big enough for you to notice. You noticed Bobby because he stands out. I bet he’s well hung.”

My heart raced as he spoke, my body aching with desire. “Anyway,” he continued, his voice low and seductive. “I know someone who can find out.” And with those words, my doubts vanished, replaced by a burning desire to be with Bobby, to feel him inside me, to experience the pleasure that only he could provide.

“He said Bobby’s definitely worth checking out. Apparently, he’s got a nice package and knows how to use it.”

My heart raced as I imagined what it would be like to be with Bobby. I had always been attracted to him, but now I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I needed to find a way to make him notice me.

The next day in class, I made sure to sit next to Bobby. I could feel his eyes on me as I pretended to take notes. When the bell rang, I lingered behind, hoping to catch him alone.

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Chapter 1: Skin

“Shit!” I squealed as my roommate’s eyes widened and she slapped her hands over the grin spreading rapidly across her face. She closed my bedroom door, and I listened as her footsteps faded.

The giant purple dildo I’d been riding a moment before slipped from my hands, falling to the floor as I collapsed backwards onto the bed. Embarrassment coursed through me as I closed my eyes. I threw an arm over my heated face in an unsuccessful attempt to hide from myself.

She wasn’t supposed to be home for another two hours. I tried to reason with myself that she hadn’t seen anything, but I knew better. She wouldn’t care; I’d walked in on her with men on the couch, the kitchen table, the hallway floor. But as a flush creeped across my skin, I wondered how much of a hassle it would be to find a new place to live.

***

“I don’t know who’s lonelier, you or your large purple friend,” she said from her doorway once hunger prompted me to leave the safety of my room.

“I am not lonely!” I insisted.

Singleness was my jam. She, on the other hand, went through a different guy every other month. She regaled me with tales of her amorous adventures, and I occasionally accompanied her on a double date with one bland guy or another.

It was Saturday night, and she was headed out with her latest beau for a night of dancing and drinking. She’d asked me if I wanted to come, assuring me I was never a third wheel.

“Plus, I already invited our new neighbor to come with us. I told him you’re cute and he’s so much better looking than your purple cock.”

“Fine,” I said, letting the embarrassment wash over me and then trying to let it go.

She insisted on lending me an outfit for me for the evening. She told me the tiny skirt screamed, “I’m here to get laid.” For her, I tried to convince myself I was comfortable with the look.

Socialization had never come naturally. For years the social scene existed in my life like any other experiment. Hypotheses ran through my head. Would I feel more connection to people if I engaged in more social media? Would I form more connections if I focused on open ended questions in my interactions? Despite meticulous thought about the variables and controls of my social experiments, I continued to fail at execution.

My roommate had plied me with shots last time I’d explained to her how I analyzed my failed dates. She knew I was hopeless and loved me anyway. I loved her for that.

***

Earlier in the week I’d wandered onto the seventh floor of the biotech firm where I work. I don’t usually venture past floor six, but a walk was warranted because the water cooler was out of order.

Spreadsheets and calculations filled my head, despite my promise to myself that I was taking a break. Autopilot guided me toward the water cooler, and I saw nothing around me.

“Woah!” came from above as I barreled into a solid body blocking my way. Large hands caught my shoulders and stopped me from tipping over as I lost my balance and my train of thought.

A familiar voice cut through the equations in my head. Even before I brought my head up and saw the white lab coat and the shaggy hair, that voice sang to me of the past. Confusion engulfed me as my world shifted.

“It’s you,” I said incredulously, laughing in delight. “You left Phoenix?”

Phoenix had been a mess. He’d hated his job. Some desert dwelling dumpster bitch had broken his heart. It’d gotten so bad he’d refused to speak with anyone back home for months. He hadn’t even told me he’d come back.

“I hated it there,” he said, regret and anger flashing across his face before hiding behind an easy smile. “It was too hot.”

“I can’t believe you’re here,” I said.

“It’s nice to be back on the East Coast, but I’m still getting my bearings.” He removed his hands from my shoulders and walked with me to the water cooler.

We first met when he moved next door to me a long time back. We were fast friends and hung out together in all our free time. Sophomore year of college he’d switched majors and transferred to the same city as me. Now he worked at my company.

“Are you following me?” I asked him playfully.

“Yes,” he said jokingly. “Yes, I am.”

***

I stepped out of the apartment; more accurately, I stepped over and around the trail of cosmetics, g-strings, and stilettos and managed to escape the apartment unharmed. Wisps of aromatic steam still clung to my hair, meticulously blown out and styled into artful, messy waves. Before leaving the hall I gave myself one last look over.

In the mirror was a woman that I seldom saw. Black wings swept up from the corners of my eyes, transforming drab brown into smoldering hazel studded with flecks of gold. Lips covered in a bold purple matte curved up at one corner. Freed from its normal utilitarian ponytail, slashes of crimson gleamed amid flowing waves of chocolate and cinnamon.

Acknowledging the extra twenty pounds I’d put on since taking the lab tech job, I refused to dwell on the guilt, acıbadem escort focusing instead on new curves. The sparkly tank, barely snug on my roommate, accentuated deep cleavage on the woman before me. The black leather skirt hugging my hips was nearly scandalous.

Overcoming social anxiety and a general disinterest in the bar scene took significant effort, but feeling a little sexy every now and then was worth it. Maybe she was right. Going out might be fun after all.

We walked down the hall to the corner apartment where my roommate rapped lightly on the door.

“One minute,” came a familiar voice. I started laughing before he even opened the door. My roommate looked at me as if I’d blown a gasket.

“It’s you,” he said. He smiled and enveloped me in a giant hug. “Are you following me?”

“Yes, I am,” I said, echoing his earlier words.

We laughed and my roommate stood patiently, awaiting an explanation. As he unfolded the winding road that had brought him into my life, I marveled at this man standing before me. No longer did I see the kid who had chased me through the halls of third grade with a worm on a stick. Nor the boy who’d studied long into the night with me.

There was a hint of sadness behind the easy banter he shared with my roommate. Was there regret hiding behind his eyes as they traveled over my body? I could only guess at the heartbreak that assaulted him in Phoenix. The man before me was changed, no longer the boy I’d befriended. Somehow, I needed to move on from that boy and become acquainted with the man.

***

I danced. I drank. The evening was enjoyable, just not my scene. As the night ground on, my precious reserve of social energy was rapidly draining. My roommate and companions were just getting started, however, and bid me farewell as they began the next phase of their bar hop.

The dark metro train window held my gaze, my imagination running wild with stories my roommate was likely coaxing out of my neighbor. The walk back to my apartment was lonely, despite the crowded Saturday night streets. Passing my neighbor’s door, I wondered when I would next see him. Maybe soon, I thought finally home.

Hiding under a fuzzy blanket in pajamas, the sounds of a familiar movie soothed me. A knock sounded at my door and I debated pretending not to be there, not answering it. Curiosity overcame me and I padded to the door, fuzzy blanket and all.

“Just checking up on you,” said my neighbor as I opened the door. “Bar’s not really your scene,” he stated more than asked.

“Never has been,” I replied. “But thanks for coming out with us tonight. I had fun, and I think my roommate enjoyed having us there.”

He sat down on the couch next to me and I lay my head on his shoulder. It was like I was nineteen again and the two of us were back in the dorms hanging out. We watched black and white figures rage against mutant plants on the screen; laughed at the campiness of the old movie. The evening was comfortable. My neighbor was comfortable.

“Your roommate told me you’re unbearably horny and instructed me that I’m to fuck you before the night is over,” he said.

“She did not!” I exclaimed.

“So, wanna fuck?” he asked, a lopsided grin on his face.

I sat up, smacking his shoulder as I looked at him and giggled. This question had come up over and over through the years. Every time I’d laugh it away. Yes, I was horny. Yes, I was lonely.

But.

“No, I don’t want to fuck,” I admonished him. “I want a Hallmark movie. I want to be swept off my feet. I want forever.”

There were no butterflies as I reached for his hand. The electric tingle I’d felt when Peter May had entwined his fingers with mine senior year of high school was absent. Peter had turned out to be an asshole, but there had been real chemistry there.

“We’re friends,” I told him. “And co-workers. And now neighbors.” He sat there looking at me, his face concealing his thoughts. “Shit, you really are following me aren’t you?” I said giggling at him. He laughed at that but still said nothing. “You’re my oldest friend,” I started again. “I can’t fuck you without messing this up. Let’s not change anything for now, ok?”

As he had so many times before, he got down off the couch, onto one knee and asked me to marry him. Despite the light hearted nature of this ongoing joke, a small voice in the deepest recesses of my mind asked if maybe he was serious. Had I broken his heart constantly for the past two decades? Has he actually been following me around the country?

No. He just knew exactly how to push my buttons.

“Career. Marriage. Fairytale! Now come back up here and finish watching this movie with me.” He obediently climbed back up on the couch, pulled me close, and finished the movie.

***

Two weeks later, my roommate again implored me to go out dancing with her and her latest guy, but I already had my pajamas on and there was no budging me. I was comfortable, happy, encased in bağdat caddesi escort flannel. The couch beckoned and I was alone with the remote control when I heard a familiar knocking at my door.

“Come in!” I shouted, not even bothering to get off the couch. My neighbor bounded through the door, carrying a shallow rectangular wrapped gift, which he placed on the table in front of the couch.

“I got you something,” he said.

“Yes, I can see that,” I replied. “What is it?” I asked, shaking it gently. It rattled.

“A surprise for you. Go ahead, open it.”

I brought my legs down from lounging on the couch and placed the box on my lap. I enthusiastically tore away the bright paper, liberating something the size of Monopoly. Except it wasn’t Monopoly. The box was a matte black with red lettering and maze-like crimson swirls covering all its sides. Abstinence. Under the title was a smaller title. “The game where you don’t fuck around.” A giggling fit caught me as I turned the box over and looked at my neighbor incredulously. “Seriously?”

“Hey, you don’t want to fuck. This is obviously the game for you.”

“Where did you get this?” I asked as I turned the box over examining the swirls covering it. He remained silent as my fingers followed the designs.

“You made this, didn’t you?” I asked him. Inside jokes abounded in the swirls adorning the outside of the box. My fingers over intricate little smurfs dancing through rows of tiny cinnamon buns. And there on the side of the box was a corner of a map of the town I’d grown up in. “How did you do this? When did you do this?” I asked him.

The box looked professionally made, but I was certain there was no way he found this somewhere and bought it. My mind started doing calculations as I opened the box. How long would it have taken him to get the box, the board inside, and the game pieces printed? How long would it have taken him to design this? How long had he been planning this?

“I have a cousin who manufactures board games. I gave him the design and he printed it up for me. I told him it was for a bachelorette party of a friend. But in reality, you won’t fuck me, so we’re going to play a game about not fucking me.”

“I’m not sure what to say,” I told him. “You made me a game about not fucking you?”

“Obviously,” he said, taking the board out of the box and setting up the cards like those on a Monopoly board.

“Ok, so how do we play?” I asked, reaching for a card. He slapped my hand away and made quiet little tsking sounds at me.

“All of this is kind of unnecessary,” he explained. “All you really need are the cards, but I thought it would be fun if there were dice and game pieces and all the trimmings. So, roll the dice. And we go around the board until one of us lands on a card spot. Then pick the card. We get two hours after that to do whatever’s on the card. The only rule is, no fucking allowed.”

I looked at him incredulously. “Ok, so you designed these mystery cards just for me and they all have non fucking activities?”

“I promise, no fucking involved. The name of the game is Abstinence, after all.”

What the cards would involve? Go outside and scream something bizarre? Show the most embarrassing photo on your phone? Tell something you’re glad your partner doesn’t know about you?

“Is this going to be like Truth or Dare?” I asked.

“Just like it, but only dare, and more adult,” he answered. “Look. I’m horny, you’re horny. We’re not kids anymore. Do you trust me?”

If anyone else had uttered those words, they’d be out of my apartment faster than my roommate’s panties come off at a party. Do you trust me was the ultimate red flag. No, I want you to come out and say what you want. But looking at the man in front of me, knowing how far back we went, I was willing to give him a chance.

“I think so, but tell me more about this game,” I said tentatively.

Tonight, I would let the boy I’d known go and embrace the man he’d become. He’d filled out nicely. There were muscles moving under his shirt in ways that I would have called attractive on any other guy. And fuck it, I was horny. And I did trust him.

“We’re going to get naked and we’re going to experiment with how our bodies feel. Are you up for an adventure?” he asked.

I had never been naked in front of anyone. The only thing that I had ever been sexual with was my purple dildo. Even my single high school kiss with Peter May had been chaste and close mouthed. I hesitated. But time wasn’t slowing down.

“Yeah, let’s do this,” I decided, picking a small puppy figurine out of the box. He picked up a large stallion piece, hung like a horse, of course, and placed it next to mine. “Seriously,” I said sarcastically.

He smiled and said nothing.

My eyes traveled across his chest and down to his toes as he retrieved the dice from the box and placed them into my waiting hand. Ok, so he’d grown up. I rolled my eyes at him anyway as I rolled kozyatağı escort the dice and moved my puppy six spaces around the board.

“Does this space mean anything?” I asked.

“Nope, you have to get to a card spot. Whoever gets to one first gets to read the card and do whatever it says.”

He rolled a seven, which was also not a card spot. I rolled the dice again, rolling a three this time. We rolled the dice back and forth for several minutes, moving our pieces around and around the board, neither of us landing on a card spot, until I landed fortuitously on my next turn.

“Ok, you need to pick a card,” he said, lifting the deck of cards and shuffling them before handing them to me. “52 cards here. One for every week for the next year if you’re amenable to spending your Saturday evenings with me for a while.”

“That’s a rather big ask,” I said to him as I picked a card from the top of the pile. “I’m an adult now. Look at my dazzling social life. I never sit around in my pjs and binge Netflix,” I told him sarcastically.

The card was a solid black with a crimson border, matching the game’s general vibe. I hesitated before turning it over, wondering what he had in store for me. I had no idea other than his assurances there was no fucking allowed.

Semi erotic smoke sketches covered the margins of the face. From certain angles, the doodles may have been figures entangled in compromising positions. Fascinated by the lines of one smoke figure with legs spread, being penetrated by a second smoke figure, I didn’t immediately register the writing on the card.

“Hand drawn by yours truly.” He took a little seated bow over the card as I marveled at the skill I knew he had but had never seen rendered so professionally. “You should read the card out loud.”

“Step 1. You must touch all exposed skin to your partner’s exposed skin.

“Step 2. Each party removes a piece of clothing. Repeat the first step.

“Step 3. Continue until no clothes remain.

“Step 4. Once undressed, remain in a position that allows as much skin-to-skin contact as possible for 20 minutes.”

“So, do you want to try this with me?” He asked.

Was I going to do this? I asked myself. I felt like I was at the edge of a cliff. My body really wanted to jump because on the way down flying would feel so good. But what awaited me at the bottom? Were we going to destroy our friendship? Was I going to regret not waiting for my soulmate?

“Are they all like this?” I asked him.

“Yup. The point of this game is to get you to beg me to fuck you every week, and then have you wake up grateful in my arms that I refused to fuck you.”

“You are seriously messed up. You know that right?”

“Of course! Wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t horny, desperate to fuck you, but also intent on keeping you virginal and happy.”

For the first time it sank in that he may have been serious all those times. He wanted me. Had wanted me enough to move across the country multiple times. Or was it really a coincidence? Was it creepy that he suddenly appeared at the company I worked for or moved into the apartment next door to me? I wasn’t sure. But I was lonely. And I was saving myself. But I was twenty-four. How long did I want to wait?

“I’m a bit creeped out right now,” I admitted. “You made an X-rated game for me. You moved across the country and showed up at my work. You moved into the apartment next door. I don’t really know what to think.”

He started to say something, but I put a hand up to stop him. “Despite all that, I do trust you. And I am horny.” A smile played across his lips, crinkling the corners of his eyes.

“I understand. And we can talk about all that,” he promised. “Are you in?”

For the first time in his presence, I felt the flickering of butterflies in my stomach. I stood at the edge of that cliff, and I jumped.

“I’m in.” He smiled at me, and we began to play.

He stood in front of me and took my hands in his as he pulled me up. That hint of butterflies turned into a nervousness I’ve never felt with him. It started deep in my stomach and made its way to the tips of my toes and fingers. Despite our long association, I’d never seen him naked.

“So, I guess that covers our hands huh?” I stated.

“No way,” he said. “This is a game. It goes beyond hand holding.” He ran his fingers over mine, his fingertips brushing up and down each of my fingers. He enveloped my hands in his and brought them to his lips before releasing them.

Neither of us had socks and I needed to break the tension that had formed between us. One foot, then my other found their way onto the tops of his feet. He caught me as I lost my balance. We stood, my feet atop his, my breasts pressed tightly against his chest as I giggled into his shoulder.

“Oh, very clever, but that only covers the top of your feet,” he said, tumbling us to the ground. His feet brushed the soles of mine and I in turn wiggled mine against his. My head turned, our cheeks meeting. A deep rumble reverberated through me, his laughter as I rubbed our noses together, foreheads meeting.

“This is all skin,” he said, puckering his lips. Ignoring his offered lips, I nodded and brought my chin to his, a teasing smile on my lips. The dance of cat and mouse continued, his mouth and mine, lips never quite touching. Eyelashes tickling mercilessly, breath searing, beads of sweat forming.

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I’m talking to this guy, and he told me he’s a virgin. At first, I was nervous about it because it had been a while since I had sex, and I knew it was his first time, so I wanted to make it good. The first time we had sex, he used a condom, and he came inside the condom. A few days later, he came over again, but he forgot the condoms.

I have an IUD, so I’m used to guys not really wanting to use condoms and just pulling out or giving me a creampie, but I knew he had never given a girl a creampie before. We started having sex, and he was cuddle fucking me. He felt so good in that position, and he kept on kissing my shoulders and my neck…it felt so good. I could hear his breath in my ear and how desperate he was. I told him to hold on for as long as he could while he was inside of me, and I moved my legs over him while I was laying on my back, and he was on his side, still fucking me so I could watch his face. “I don’t think I can last that long anymore,” he sputtered. I felt my stomach flutter, and suddenly, all I wanted was his seed coating my insides. I heard him start to whimper and moan quietly, a sign that he was going to cum. kurtköy escort “It’s okay….you’re okay,” I cooed, he had mentioned how he was scared to give a girl a creampie before. He came so hard he was panting after. He immediately apologized and told me he didn’t mean to and that it wouldn’t happen again. I told him it was okay and that things happen sometimes. I explained how I had an IUD, and we should be okay because I was just finishing up my period.

He ended up sleeping over, and the next morning, I needed him again. I started palming him through his shorts and kissing him passionately; I could feel his tongue trying to enter my mouth. I knew he wanted me, so I slid his boxers down and helped him slide inside of me. He started fucking me again, and pretty quickly, he gave me another creampie. It was so obvious he loved how it felt. He loved the way my pussy gripped his throbbing cock, and he loved cumming inside of me while he could feel me pulsating around him. I made sure to hold him after and make sure he was okay.

I told him I was proud of him, and I knew beykoz escort it was hard. Sex can be hard to navigate, especially when you’ve never done it before and your partner has. I hope I can continue to make him feel comfortable and let him know that he can tell me anything he wants without fear that he will be upset or make me feel bad.

Over the next few weeks, he began to get nervous that the condom would break. He started pulling out of me despite wearing a condom because he was so nervous. I love creampies so much and I was frustrated that he wouldn’t give me what I wanted. No matter how much I tried to explain how condoms work or how my IUD works, he would still pull out. I started to think that I would never get another creampie from this man. When he was sleeping over a few weeks ago, he had me in a mating press. He was wearing a condom and he pulled out again. I pouted and asked “Why don’t you cum in me anymore? You know I love it….and you’re wearing a condom”. He explained again that he was scared the condom would break and I just decided to leave it. After üsküdar escort all, one day maybe he’ll understand. Maybe one day I’ll get another creampie even if it’s not today. We went to sleep and I dreamed about him pumping his load deep inside my aching pussy.

The next morning when we woke up, I could feel how hard he was. His dick was pressed into my ass and I slowly started to grind into him. He started to gently play with my nipples and I was in heaven. I started to press more into his dick with my ass and I realized he was hard as a rock. I didn’t want to say anything to shake his confidence so I just slowly pulled his sweatpants down. His dick was so hard it was pressed against his stomach. I gently started touching it and before I could even start to give him a handjob he was trying to slide inside of me. He didn’t have anymore condoms and again, I didn’t want to say anything to ruin the moment. He wouldn’t be fucking me if he wasn’t okay with it, right? He slid inside of me and he immediately tried to fuck me as deeply as he could. I started whimpering softly and I could feel him throbbing inside of me. His thrusts began to get more spastic and I could tell he was close. I expected him to pull out but he completely drained his balls inside of me. He felt so good and when he pulled out he started apologizing. I told him it was okay and when I stood up to go to the bathroom and clean up, I could feel his seed dripping out of my pussy and gently down my thighs…

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This is a work of fiction and all characters are over 18, even if one of them is repeatedly entitled as “boy”. If you find man-on-man revolting, please don’t read any further. The second chapter might be slightly (!) more to your taste.

Enjoy!

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Klaas could have kicked himself. He had stormed out like a headless chicken. No proper riding boots, a pair of normal jeans and his usual leather jacket. Not what he usually would have worn for riding. Then again, he was nearly overdressed as anybody else here rode motorcycles in sneakers and t-shirts.

He had recently relocated from the Netherlands to Barcelona to take on a role as a callcenter head supervisor. With 22, he was young for the role but he had been working in the company’s callcenter near Amsterdam since leaving school at 17. He was clever, worked hard, knew his stuff and had advanced quickly. Coming from headquarters and being much younger than them had not exactly enamoured the 5 managers reporting to him, but in the last 3 months, a sort of a grudging respect had set in. And even though he was their boss, he was genuinely friendly and his boyish good looks helped not just with the women.

Like many Dutch whiteish-blonde and blue-eyed, what he lacked in size and brawn for a typical Dutchman (he was 5’6″ and lightly built) he made up for with a hands-on enthusiastic mentality and a “come-on, let’s go” energetic style of management.

Nevertheless, the start had not been easy. Work was challenging, he had found a small flat, but he missed home. He had broken up with his girlfriend who was furious about his move and he missed a girlfriend. He did not miss her exactly, but she had been fun in the sack and he had not had any booty since moving here. What kept him sane was the fantastic weather, the sea and his pride and joy, a fluorescent green Triumph Speed Triple. Not the latest model, certainly, but plenty fast enough to kill yourself and to get in all sorts of trouble. A real hooligan motorbike, and his gift to himself for the promotion.

It was the middle of the week and when unexpectedly his agenda had cleared for the afternoon, he had not hesitated. Bright sunshine, hot, even though it was only the end of May. He had jumped onto the bike and had taken the highway north towards the French border to explore the hills behind the coast. Now, a good hour later, he had left the coast road and had turned inland into the hills. The roads were recently re-surfaced and free of traffic, he left free rein to his motorcycle’s horses.

The wind sang in his ears and he felt great when the engine all of a sudden spluttered, then stuttered and coughed and died. He quickly pulled the clutch lever and coasted to a halt on the wide gravel shoulder of the road, then opened the filler cap and gently shook the bike. A sloshing noise, but far down in the tank. Shoot, he had forgotten to fill her up.

He fumbled under the tank for the fuel tap, opened the reserve. Could he go back to the coast? He had seen some pumps there, but that had been a while ago, a bit far for comfort. He had never tried how far he could go on reserve. On the other hand, just riding into the hills hoping to find a village with a pump was certainly worse. He tapped his left chest pocket for his mobile …. Where was it? He tapped all his pockets … no telephone, he must have left it in his locker at work when taking off his suit jacket. So, no telephone …. And then it dawned on him: no telephone, no GPS, ok. But also: no credit cards, no cash….. Well, he had to try to get to the next pump on the coast road and then see what he would do.

He pressed the starter button. After turning over twice, the engine fired, then fell into a lumpy idle …. and stalled. Klaas pressed the button again. The starter warbled, the engine turned over but did not fire up. He tried again … and again …. and again …. Nothing.

He swore: this was just his luck. No phone, no money, out of petrol and the only people he knew in this country were at work.

He looked around. Hills ahead, hills behind, and in the middle of this dusty valley the road … There was a cart track leading off to the left, and there seemed to be a house in the trees. He thought for a moment if he should try to push the bike to the house. 35 degrees centigrade and no shade anywhere. But just leaving it by the wayside did not feel right either. In the end he pushed it the 200 meters to the access road and another 50 meters into the track towards the house, before the heat became too much. He left the bike on the side of the track, hung is helmet and jacket on the handlebars and set out towards the house.

He approached the house, but could not see anything behind the dense hedge and the gate. Everything seemed quiet, no dog barking. Didn’t they all have dogs out here? he wondered before pressing the doorbell. It was only then that he wondered how he would explain his bostancı escort situation as his Spanish was close to non-existent …. Or did they speak Catalan out here in the sticks? He was still pondering that thought when the intercom crackled to life:

“Hola?” a man’s voice, slightly gravelly, gruff, deep. He tried to collect the few words of Spanish he had picked up:

“Hola. Hai …. Ahm well, ahh…. pech … petrol con motocycleta on the strada. Ayudar, please?” He heard the man on the other side chuckle, then say:

“Alright, come on in, on the left side around the house, I am in the back.” The intercom snapped off, and the gate opened slightly, he could slip through, then it closed again.

The house was a relatively small bungalow with a garage underneath and a well maintained front garden. When going around the house on its left, Klaas saw some jerrycans and oil pans. Does this guy maybe have petrol here he could give me? he thought.

He rounded the corner of the house and looked over a large well maintained back garden with an enormous lawn. In front of a large terrace was an equally large swimming pool.

Its owner was standing next to two deck chairs in the middle of the terrace looking at him curiously. He visibly had been lying on the farther one of the recliners, as his towel, a book and a can of beer were still there. He was a tall, maybe 1.90, a mountain of a man with huge pectoral muscles, thigs and arms, end of his forties or early fifties, he looked as if he weightlifted regularly and radiated fitness and a raw vibrant energy. His slightly too long hair was black as was the generous body hair that covered his strong limbs and his deep-tanned skin. The man stepped forward and held out his hand, they shook. He looked curiously at Klaas and said:

“Hola, I did not quite understand what you wanted to say”. Klaas felt releaved to hear English. Sheepishly, he admitted:

“My Spanish is not very good”, the other man nodded while looking him all over, “I just arrived in Spain and didn’t have the time to learn.”

“And that is why you rang at my door?” to man grinned.

“No, no, I have a problem with my motorcycle, and as I did not have my phone with me, I thought I could maybe ….”

“What’s wrong with it?” said the man

“I don’t know, I suddenly stopped running, maybe petrol ….”

“Where is it now?”

“A couple of meters up your driveway, off the street ….”

“Good, good, out of harms way. I am John, by the way ….”

“Klaas. Sorry for invading your privacy …”

“Oh, don’t worry, I had time to put on some shorts” he laughed at Klaas’ surprised face, “I am here on my own, nobody sees me and it is warm, so why bother with clothes, right?” Klaas did not know what to say to that.

“Don’t worry, we’ll have a look at your bike in a minute, I have some tools here, we’ll get it running, no issue.” John looked up to the sun “Gosh, what a scorcher today, aye? You thirsty?”

It was only then that Klaas realized that he was totally parched and his tongue felt like an old leather strap.

“Thought so,” said the guy, “I’ll get you something to drink”. He was turning away, then looked back: “If you want to jump into the pool, be my guest.” With that he disappeared into the shade of the house.

Klaas looked at the pool. It looked deliciously cool. But he could not just jump in, could he? He did not know the guy. And he had no swimsuit.

In the end, the pool won. He dropped his dress shirt, the jeans and shoes and jumped into the water. Ahhhh, what a relief. Shortly afterwards, John was back with a cooler and a towel. When he saw Klaas in the pool, he said:

“Brilliant idea, I knew you’d jump in.” He grinned, liked what he saw: a young slender guy with very light skintone, blue eyes and tousled light-blonde hair, a trim body, clearly sporty. Well developed pecks and arms, probably legs and bum as well firm and pert, but they were under water, hard to tell. Sinewy, athletic physique, but in a light, small package. Nearly naked in the sun in his pool. Delicious.

“And if you dropped your pants, I can do so too”. He pushed down his boardshorts and stepped out of them, coming back onto the terrace stark naked. Klaas stared at him and mumbled:

“I have my underpants on” he said, blushing. John laughed

“Ah. You’ll have wet jeans later on, but hey! your choice.” While Klaas stared, John draped the towel over the second deck chair and busied himself with the cooler. Klaas could see that he was indeed tanned all over and except for between his legs, his whole body was covered with a sort of a thick black fuzz of hair, like a bear. Klaas grinned at that thought.

“That’s better” said John, grinning as well, “you already look less hassled” He took a swig from his beer. “Ok, we’ll have a look at your bike later, I have all the tools we might need including some petrol in the garage. And if all else fails, we can trailer your bike to …. ” he hesitated, tuzla escort “…. where did you say you are from?”

“Badalona” said Klaas from the pool.

“Badalona, ok” said John, “bit of a trot, but hey! No problem. So relax, have a drink, and then we go see. Or are you in a hurry?” Klaas looked at his watch, 13.45, not even two hours since he had left the office. “Wife or girlfriend waiting for you at home and getting worried?”

“Naa, just ditched her, and no, no hurry, nobody gets worried.”

“Excellent” said John, took a can from the cooler and walked over. “Have a drink, relax, and we’ll sort it out”. Klaas could not help it to see how his uncut dick slapped against his thighs as he walked. If possible, the meaty long dick was even darker tanned than the rest of John’s body. It looked heavy and chuncky even though it was only fluffed up, not fully stiff. The dark schlong slapping left and right against the thighs and the fuzz all over that huge muscled body looked surreal in the glaring light.

The older one squatted down next to the pool and handed him a beer. Klaas reached up and took it, but could not help noting the ballsack and penis hanging down between his muscled thighs. The balls large and heavy, the penis long and thick even though not fully hard. He was shaved all around his cock and balls, the rest of the body was very hairy.

John saw him staring and grinned.

“When you are sufficiently cooled down, come out, you can use the other deck chair.” He grinned a bit more. “And get rid of your underpants. Put them in the sun to dry, otherwise you look afterwards as if you had peed your pants.” He saw Klaas’ hesitant look. “I put on some shorts before because I didn’t know who you were, and the neighbours are a bit special about being nude. All those tourists on the coast, I suppose.” Klaas seemed to still hesitate. “I usually do not bother to put on anything. Nobody can see us here anyway, and even if…. ” John made a dismissive gesture, ” … who cares, this is my land, so …. ” Klaas still looked undecided. “But ok, just do as you feel, ….” He grinned, turned around and went back to his deck chair, lay down and seemed to doze.

Klaas took a sip … good local beer. He leaned back and tried to relax. What a bizarre situation, he thought. Me alone with a naked muscle bear of a man, in the middle of nowhere, drinking beer.

After a couple of minutes, he began to feel the freshness of the water. The air was hot, but the pool had not fully heated up yet. He stepped up the steps, thought about pulling his jeans on over the moist underpants and decided: ‘Why not, what should happen? He is right, relax.’ With that thought, he walked across the terrace, set down his beer next to the second recliner, and pushed down his briefs. He stepped out of them and wrung them out. John opened an eye, looked up at him, smiled. Klaas while wringing them out said:

“Sorry, I was a bit tense there. Thanks for the offer, it sounds great, and no, I am not in a hurry.” With that, he turned around, bent forward and laid out his undergarment on the hot concrete. When he turned back, he saw that John had not closed his eyes and had stared intently at his backside while he laid out his boxers. But instead of being embarrassed to be caught staring, he just smiled and lazily closed his eyes again. Klaas took another swig, lay down and enjoyed the hot sun on his skin.

He must have nodded off, because the next thing he knew was a big splashing sound. He opened his eyes and felt a bit whoozy when lifting his head. John had jumped into the pool and that had woken him up. The sun burned on his skin and a dive into the water seemed like a good idea. He struggled to his feet, but instead of jumping into the pool, he sat down at its edge and dangled his feet in. Ahhh, perfect …. His head began to clear again.

John was swimming laps now, powerful strokes, crawl first for 15 laps and then butterfly. “No wonder he is in good shape if he swims like that” thought Klaas. Finally, John swam over and sat in the shallow water just next to the younger man’s legs.

“So, how come that you get stranded here in the middle of the hills, with hardly any Spanish and no phone, and no one waits for your return?” He grinned at Klaas to take the sting out of the remark.

“I headed off from work in Barcelona, and forgot my mobile and cards because I was eager to ride”. John nodded. “And my colleagues would certainly wonder where I was if I didn’t show up tomorrow morning” The older man nodded.

“You been here long?” he then asked.

“A bit over two months, my company moved me here from Amsterdam. And you?”

“I am here for most of the year since 20 years, writing ….” He was quiet for a while. “England can be very depressing in autumn. Or in winter … or spring for that matter.” They both laughed.

“What are you writing?” Klaas asked.

“Crime novels, nothing too demanding. But it makes a living.” He made a göztepe escort wide gesture with his arm, as if to say: this is my domain. Klaas looked around. It definitely makes a decent living, he thought. “And the girlfriend did not come along with you?”

“Nah, ditched her before leaving Amsterdam”. They were silent for a while. “Miss her”. John gave him a half-smile:

“Miss HER, or miss IT?” Klaas laughed out loud.

“Yeah, ok, I miss IT. Big time. Her not so much, that’s true…”

There was a silence again.

“Funny, a young guy like you …. good looking … well built, single…. There should be plenty of ways of having fun in Barcelona. Don’t you go out?” the question was asked lazily, just a conversation between two men, killing time, but Klaas had a certain idea what John meant with “plenty of ways”. Barcelona had a lively gay scene, apart from all sorts of other interests that were catered for.

“Naah,” he finally replied lazily, “I was too busy with work”. John nodded at that.

“Shame …” John said after a while. He seemed to consider something, hesitated, then said “…. Damned shame. Would you like to try?” he looked at Klass directly and Klaas blushed, did not know what to say.

“Well, would you like to?” John insisted. Klaas felt flushed and stuttered:

“I don’t know …. I have never …. I am not ….” John stopped him with a gesture

“Shshshshsh. Don’t worry…,” he said as he slowly approached and laid a hand on Klaas’ thigh, ” …you’ll like it. And you can stop me anytime you like …. ” he rubbed slowly Klaas’ thigh and smiled his big smile “…and liking it does not make you gay”.

He rubbed his thigh a bit higher, then pushed slowly his knees apart and rubbed the young man’s thigh all the way up. Klaas closed his eyes and gasped. This felt so good after nearly three months without any action.

While he rubbed the inside of Klaas’ thighs, the bear stared intently at the young cock that was fluffing up. It was uncut, and not overly large if that could be assessed in its half-flaccid state. But it looked clean and juicy, very smooth, no veins or anything. Just a perfectly smooth young man’s dick. His mouth watered.

“Ahhh, he likes it” rumbled John’s deep voice. Klaas felt his ears burn with embarrassment as the blood shoot into his member. The hands on his thighs felt too good, his cock stiffened even more, it became hot and hard and stood out like a sawed-of tee branch. It had a big bulbous mushroom head that was now an angry dark read as it crept out from under the foreskin. He was mortally embarrassed as John’s hand caressed closer and closer to his stiff cock and then held it firmly, one hand around its root, the other weighing his contracted ball sack in his hand. The older man admired the rigid member for a few moments, slowly sliding his hand up and down the lengths of the hard shaft, then reached around Klaas’ back and pulled him closer to the edge of the pool. And then, slowly, he descended on the angry red head, his lips formed a circle around it …. and swallowed it.

Klaas groaned and thought he would explode there and then. He had gone to heaven. Ahhhh, this was too good! He moaned, lay back on the concrete and tried not to think, just enjoying the expert mouth sucking and licking his shaft and fondling is balls.

John enjoyed licking this young dick. It was hard and enthusiastic in his hand, uncut and he loved to play with it, slide his tongue under the foreskin. But now it was hard, the glans was out, the foreskin stretched back. He licked the darker red helmet, sucked it in again. Klaas shuddered. The skin was so fair, and his dick tasted good, hardly any body hair anywhere. The perfect twink.

John’s finger trailed along the edge of the ballsack down, tried to squeeze his ass, but could not get his hand underneath. He lifted Klaas’ left leg, the leg came out of the water, he pushed it forward upward, over Klaas’ body. “Hold it!” Obediently, Klaas pulled his upper thigh to his chest. John lifted his right leg as well, Klaas held it without being asked. John pushed with one hand Klaas’ dick and nutsack up and admired the new perspective.

The same cream-coloured skin, very smooth, hardly any hair. The ball sack slightly darker, its skin pulled tight by excitement and John’s hand. Underneath the skin lighter again, the protruding triangle of the perineum below the boy’s balls leading to brownish-pink folds around his sphincter. There was a darker line coming down the middle of his cock, over the scrotum and continued as a slightly elevated ridge until it disappeared in the pinkish hole. John let his hand slide over the uncovered purple helmet of Klaas’ cock. The folds around his backdoor twitched hard, he let his hands slide once more over the helmet. The whole perineum twitched in spasms … he caressed the triangle lightly, then pressed gently, released, and pressed gently again, then let his hands slide to the cheeks.

Perfect firm man cheeks, like apples, pink and firm to the touch, he squeezed them lightly, then leaned forward and licked over the balls, released the tension with his hand on Klaas’ dick and sucked on ball into his mouth, licked it gently, rolled it on his tongue, then the other one. And then he licked slowly lower and lower ….. he heard a surprised hiss and a sigh when his tongue reached the Dutch boy’s star.

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Today my wife and I hiked up and back on a two mile stretch of high park land in the center of the city. Seeing two sexy women and a man while hiking. My erotic mind’s eye told me a very sexy story about a delicious threesome we observed enjoying a perfect Sunday on the trail with us.

Let me share it with you.

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To Dahlia Jacobs a long walk in public was a safe first date, suggesting it to ‘Danny’ on Bumble who ‘was up for anything’. The nineteen year-old, fresh off a break-up and eager to start her adult life moving out of her Mom’s house, needed a relationship pallet cleanser.

Her best friend, co-worker and boss Angeline Collins insisted on going along stating, “We didn’t promote you just to have you abducted and murdered by some dude from a dating app.”

Dahlia and Angeline looked so similar they were told they could be related.

“Okay ‘Big Sister’,” Dahlia joked, her nickname for the older doppelgänger. “Just don’t get in my way if I like him…it’s been too long.”

“Ha!” Angeline responded, then reminded her young protege of her six month boyfriend. “Curtis would be upset if I tried anything.”

They were gorgeous, giving off a Barbie vibe with naturally blonde, long hair. Dahlia about 5’5″ and Angeline 5″7″, similar bust lines (around 34-36c cups), skinny waists with nice hips, great perky, dominant attitudes

Matching dresses were their thing, separately gobbling up the new Athletica releases the minute they hit the website and would go shopping the outlet malls together.

Angeline was the general manager was in her late 20s, had worked at “Spices” for 12 years. After getting a two year business degree after high school was immediately named assistant manager and two years after that, manager.

Angeline hired Dahlia to work the dish room. “Spices” really tried to develop young people into leadership positions and it was apparent soon that Dahlia was fearless. Five years later Angeline hired Dahlia to manage the front of the restaurant, offering it to her at her HS graduation party.

The meeting

“Danny?” Dahlia said, walking her 25 lb. English Bulldog Sonny up to the young man standing ‘by the bike rack’ like he had messaged. An animal also assures they can’t just abduct you, one reddit post said.

“Yes. Dahlia?” He asked back.

She was immediately smitten, running her fingers under her bangs, putting her long hair behind one ear. Danny was 6’3″, dark skin with both African-American and European vibes, athletic, but not bulky with a slight belly pressing against his t-shirt. There was an obvious ‘presence’ in his shorts, definitely wearing boxers.

“Danny…Angeline,” The older woman pushed through to him, a splitting image in the same black Athletica dresses hugging their curves nicely said. “Let’s walk up together.”

“Seriously?” Dahlia said, not surprised her ‘boss’ was going to check him out first, but she not going to lag behind. “Take the dog at least, and I’m going ahead of you.”

Dahlia took off in a slight jog, the cut of the dress showing her fine ass, the support in the top pressing her breasts tight, nipples hard now, a good view for Danny, and Angeline.

The trail wound back and forth up the hill, there were no trees and Dahlia looked back after a couple minutes of jogging two turns ahead. She saw the two were smiling, joking and exchanging glances. Sonny was being pokey and at one point Danny picked him and and carried him over a stepper stretch.

Dahlia was nervous watching Angeline set the stage, she seemed too into Danny, ‘warming him up’ she said her intent was before they headed for the park.

Dahlia was also nervous because it hadn’t been ‘too long’ – it hadn’t BEEN at all. The serious relationship that ended a month before graduation was with another woman, Tashia, and Dahlia liked guys just didn’t put up with their shit and had never been laid.

‘I’m not letting some oaf impregnate me until I say so’ she would tell her Mom.

“Oh, Danny!!” Angeline laughed, snapping Dahlia’s head back to them, Angeline’s hand on his shoulder, chuckling to something the young man said.

Dahlia began her jog again, the day was in the low 70s with a breeze, so it wouldn’t generate much sweat. She walked fast up to the top, passing all of the couples, the parents with kids and other animals. She heard Sonny bark at one point, slowing to a fast walk, arriving at the top dropping onto the bench, face in her hands looking out at the city.

She replayed meeting him, her stomach sank, still curious about the obvious girth in his shorts.

She played with young men her senior year, being 18 before the end of her junior year, she had an affinity for college guys. They would quickly grow weary of hand jobs and blow jobs, wanting to “feel her from the inside” the worst line she’d every heard among many.

Tashia and her played with toys, different sized dildos and vibrators, Dahlia just never feeling the ataşehir escort real thing. She both wanted it to happen, and didn’t.

“I’ll go over here,” Angeline said gesturing to the other bench with a wink, breaking Dahlia’s cock dream, setting Danny down beside her taking Sonny with her. “I’ll leave you to it..”

“Dahlia is such a beautiful name,” Danny said, her hand going to her shoulder, the summer athletic dress baring skin to her neck with a semi-racer back opening.

“Thanks…Danny. Is it short for Daniel?” she asked clumsily, looking down, seeing the outline of his limp cock in his shorts, revisiting his prowess in her head, trying to project it full and hard.

“Nope.” he said with weird delight. “That’s my Mom’s sense of humor right there.”

“Ah…parents…” Dahlia said clumsily, embarrassed now looking over at Angeline who was doing a terrible job of not paying attention to them.

“CeCe said you just moved out of the house,” Danny said, getting a curious look from Dahlia realizing her friend used an alias. “Are you looking forward to that freedom?”

“Ah…yahh,” she said a little snooty. “I’m glad you messaged me.”

“Bumble’s marketed as an aggressive website for women,” He started, his hand to her knee. “Your profile said you were into a lot of things.”

“Correct,” she said, her body leaning into the contact on several fronts. Then out of the blue, Danny took it next level.

“Are you two interested in a threesome?”

“No!” Dahlia responded standing up abruptly, the comment knocking her off her center.

“Funny, CeCe said you’d be into it,” he said.

“CeCe…sure, she WOULD ask that…ha ha, it’s kind of our test. What did you tell her?” Dahlia remembering she did do the threesome gag with one of Angeline’s prospective boyfriends a year ago to ‘test him’ so it was payback time.

“I told her it was up to you, I mean we just met,” He said, then looked up at Angeline and back at Dahlia. “When she brought it up, I mean, damn you two are smoking hot, why not? It’s cool though.”

“Tell you what,” Dahlia said. “Let’s turn it on her and say we’re down and play it like that all the way to the bottom.”

“I like that…” Danny said, taking her hand, looking into her eyes, feeling fingers inside of fingers squeezing. “For effect.”

He smelled great, Dahlia thought, gorgeous eyes looking into hers.

“I’m in!” Dahlia yelled up to Angeline, pulling up on his hand, her breasts pressing against his triceps, giving him just a peck of a kiss.

“Shut up, you’re so full of shit Little Sister,” Angeline yelled back, using her nickname.

“CeCe you didn’t say she was you sister, I mean I see it now,” Danny said quickly, truly believing they were siblings. “Hot!”

“Come on BIG Sissy…” Dahlia said in an over the top sexy pitched voice playing into the sibling thing. “Anything you can do I can do better…”

“Stop it,” Angeline (CeCe) said moving towards Danny.

“This is MY date,” Dahlia said hand still in Danny’s, pulling him away. It was almost an out of body experience seeing it happen as it happened in her mind. “Let’s go…”

Dahlia knew walking with Sonny, Angeline wouldn’t be able to keep pace. Danny played along, truly into both women, moving swiftly until they got a 50 ft. lead on the trail.

“So….what do you do?” Dahlia said to Danny, peaking back at Angeline, Sonny waddling, she was tugging at him to move faster.

“Do you two always compete like this?” Danny asked. “I’m in graduate school. Law school at the U of I.”

“Always,” Dahlia reply kinda of a lie, Angeline being her boss they were more like equals. Law school sounded good to Dahlia, figuring Angeline knew. “That’s impressive, what year?”

“I’ve got a couple years left,” Danny now looked back at Angeline, struggling with the dog. “She’s single too?”

“Who said I’m single?” Dahlia just adding doubt to the whole gambit, like writing non-fiction. She hadn’t really done the bar scene or was out looking for one night stands, but it felt fun. “I can’t believe you don’t have a girl or two on the hook.”

She flipped her hair, gave him a side look, her carnal being staring into his eyes and then to his crotch, holding her gaze there and back up.

“I might,” he admitted seeing her undress him with her eyes, imagining the cock that was outlined in his shorts. Danny was no stranger to quick pick ups, short relationships or cheating on his long term relationships. “And who said it had to be just girls?”

“Interesting…” Dahlia said running her tongue over her top lip and took his hand again pulling him quicker down the path. “You’ll have to ask Ang…CeCe about her dating status…or does it matter?”

“It does and doesn’t…” Danny said, interestingly honest, both in a semi-jog hand in hand passing families, others with dogs. He noticed how sculpted Dahlia’s legs were, her cheeks had muscle, her calves defined. “You work out a lot don’t you?”

“Yeah…” she didn’t pendik escort slow up, they could talk when they got to the bottom, she had an idea. Then looking up at him while they were moving. “And you don’t…”

“Not much anymore….school,” he said, though she could see by his legs he hadn’t done much but maybe run.

Angeline wasn’t half-way down when they made it to the shelter at the base of the trail. Dahlia’s eyes were crazed with desire, Danny felt it the way she held his hand, see it when she stared at him.

“In here,” she said, pulling him into the single space men/women bathrooms with locks. There was so much traffic on this trail that they did a decent job cleaning and she timed it so no one was in the hallway and pushed him into one.

“I have to see it first,” Dahlia said leaning her shoulders into his body, sliding both hands down the front of his shorts, pushing them and his boxers off his hips and they hit the floor.

He leant down and kissed her gently, moaning while her hands took the limp flesh into both hands, it quickly grow from her palms up her forearm. Fingers were on his balls and she could feel the foreskin slip down, uncircumcised the head did push up.

“Holy shit it’s big!” Dahlia said, it almost felt like she had cock all the way up to her elbows, her smile large beaming up to his face before lowering her face and descending.

“Ohhh, Dahlia,” Danny moaned, her lips sucking gently on the tip, her hands holding the shaft, she guessed 10+ inches, sliding the foreskin along the shaft with her hands, alternating one hand on his balls.

She put the couple inches she could in her mouth, sucking and it, tasting his precum, stroking, looking up at him. Danny’s eyes were closed, she saw the slight roundness of his torso and ran her hand up over his belly to get him to look at her. She smiled and licked down to the base and took his balls into her mouth, one at a time, then both, her hands stroking him.

She hadn’t had a cock in her mouth for almost a year, in fact it was the weekend after she turned 18 and her ‘boyfriend’ at the time forced the issue. This cock was at least four inches longer, and she was struggling to get more than a mouthful. She had determined she wanted to take Danny to her new apartment and Angeline should be almost to the bottom.

Sliding up his body she kept it in her hands, his hands found her face and they kissed, his lips covering hers, not too aggressive, not sloppy, a hint of tongue. She coaxed his out into her mouth, still stroking him.

“You want to go to my place?” she asked him, eyes wide and big, hardly believing what she was saying.

“More than anything,” Danny said, his tone, his softness, Dahlia had no fears about this stranger.

“Okay, so let’s get out of here and I’ll text you my address,” Dahlia said. “We’ll tell…CeCe…that we’re going to go out later.”

“Yeah, yeah…then it’s not a lie…it’s later as in minutes,” Danny said, Dahlia releasing his cock and he pulled up his shorts. “What’s your number?”

He texted her and she quickly texted her, his address, she leaving the bathroom first and Danny locking it again, waiting a couple minutes before coming out himself.

“What the fuck, girl!” Angeline said, Sonny drinking from the dog drinking fountain, a couple commenting on how slow his was.

“Who the fuck is CeCe?” Dahlia said, looking back seeing Danny emerge from the building. “Hey, trust me…he’s cool…we’re meeting up.”

“I know!” Angeline said, then heard the last part. “Wait? What? Right now?”

“Hey you two,” Danny said, the protrusion in his shorts still hanging around some and not lost on Angeline.

“Ummm…I see you two are getting along,” her eyes to his crotch, up to his face and then to Dahlia’s, Angeline held an expression of wonderment, seeing at least seven inches pressed against the fabric.

Dahlia felt like a fighter pilot getting information and having to process it at a high rate of speed, from deciding she wanted Danny’s cock in her mouth, to where, to how long they should stay in the bathroom, to inviting him to her place. Now she saw the longing look on Angeline’s face and her mind took a turn, and she leapt towards Angeline ear, resting her hand on her shoulder and began to whisper.

“My place in 60 minutes…walk in….”

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Dahlia’s first cock

Danny looked back into CeCe’s (Angeline) longing eyes, Dahlia pulling him away.

“You’ll have to drive me,” the hungry 19 year-old said approaching the parking lot, her hand sliding down rubbing his shorts, then diving into his lap as they climbed into the Lexus hybrid. She found the zipper and she was on his cock, head in his lap, before they exited the parking lot.

“Jesus Christ…ohhh….” Danny moaned, having put the address into his GPS. “Dahliaaaaahhhh…mmmmmm”

She was good at giving head, alternating ümraniye escort swirling her tongue around the protruding head, then pushing herself down on top, sucking. She lived only a few minutes away, coming up for air, leaning into him and stroking his cock.

“Don’t be alarmed about what I’m going to say next,” she said.

“Oh….kay?” he sounded tense.

“I’ve had things…just not…cock,” Dahlia said. “I’m technically a cock virgin…not…”

“Devices, dildos?” Danny asked, her hand stroking him slowly.

“Yes…” she said. “And I’m on the pill.”

“mmmm, baby….” Danny said pulling into the parking lot.

She was on the second floor, sprinting up the stairs, she unlocked the door and let him go in first.

“Sit down, Sir…” She said playfully, Danny moving to the couch with a grin, his cock in his zipped up shorts. “But please do remove you clothes.”

Danny stepped out of his shorts and boxers and tossed his t-shirt on the floor. His skin was smooth, dark, his cock mostly hard, his hand went to it and rubbed himself looking at Dahlia standing in the middle of her living room.

“Mmmm, you are delicious,” she said then licking her top tip, bottom lip and started swaying to imaginary music, closing her eyes. Her hands moved to the bottom of her dress, crossing her hands over and quickly pulling upwards, over her head and she tossed it on his pile of clothes.

“Gorgeous,” he said, looking at her firm, creamy, breasts, hanging perfectly, bouncing with her movement. Still in her panties, small, pink with white lace.

Dahlia was never one to put something off, she moved to him, placing her hands on his shoulders, looking down at this cock growing faster, then turning to him, presenting her ass. He moved his hands to her panties and peeled them down, letting them slide, she moved and the fell, stepping out. His hands were on each hip, then sliding down below, she leant back, squatting some.

Danny inched forward, his cock straight up, her head turned, hair falling over her cheek, shaking it out of her face, lowering, lowering. Her pussy was inches over his cock, her balance was perfect, hovering her wet cunt above him. She shifted her head so she could see between her legs, watching her rest pussy lips on the tip.

“Mmmm….I’m ready,” she said and started letting her weight push down on his cock, sliding a couple inches inside. “OHhhh…Dannny….Ohhhh!”

Danny pulled back on her hips, she slid down, wet from anticipation and sucking his cock in the car, his dick wasn’t as thick as the dildo Tashia used on her.

“OHHHH GOD!!! OHHHH DANNY!!!!!” she exclaimed, her pussy taking him, the warmth of his flesh SO much better than the toys. “FUCK ME DANNY!!! OH YESSS! YESSSSSSS!”

She orgasmed for the first time on a man’s cock, wet but not overly, she pulled up and slid back down, repeating, looking back between her legs it unbelievable to she was taking him.

“OHHH! YES! OHHHH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!!!!” she exclaimed.

Danny pushed forward, cupping her breasts, moving behind her on the floor, staying deep in her pussy. She fell to her arms, staying on her knees and he slid his hands back and began to pull at her hips kneeling.

“OHH! OHHH! OHH! OH! OHHHH! OH! OH!” Danny bounced balls deep, thighs slapping her ass, the rhythm kept going, giving him her first ride, she crawl up to her hands looking back, mouth wide open. “AHhh! OH! AH!!!! AHHH!! MMMmmm..OH GOD AGAIN! YESSSS!”

He pulled his cock out, the suction popping and he pressed his mouth to her cunt, juices coating his shaft, he lapped at the wetness between her legs. His mouth covering it thrusting his tongue inside. Dahlia pushed back into him, riding his face now, grinding, turning.

“Ohhhh Baby, Mmmmm Yes….ohhhhh” Dahlia cooed and moaned, her body quivering from her orgasms.

“Holy Shit!” Angeline’s voice let out, walking in as instructed, the dog now barking.

“Put him out baaaahhhhcccckk….ohhhh Dannny!” Dahlia instructed. “Then get your ass back in here.”

The young man didn’t flinch, instead he guided his tongue up her taint to her tiny hole and sucked mightily on it’s concentric circle.

————————————————————————————————

Let the threesome begin

“Oh JESUS! FUCK!” she exclaimed, which got Angeline to rush back into the room, it sounded like Dahlia was almost in distress.

“I…I…I’ll just go,” Angeline said, her hand on the knob of the door.

“Stop, please,” Dahlia said sliding back from Danny’s face, covered with her climax juices. “I need some help.”

Dahlia turned her body, still looking at Angeline, and open handed pointed to Danny’s crotch and the large cock hard and sticking out.

“Holy shit!” Angeline said, moving swiftly past Dahlia who was kneeling. Angeline knelt herself and like see was in church, both hands reached and felt the hard, long cylinder of flesh.

“Ohhhh CeCe…” Danny moaned, thinking Dahlia’s sister was now holding his cock.

Dahlia didn’t hesitate either, still on the floor, moving behind ‘CeCe’ (We will use CeCe from here until Danny leaves), fingers curling under the edge of her dress and pulling it over her body, hands off his cock, clearing her head and arms. Dahlia’s arms held her ‘sister’, cupping her breasts, definitely bigger than hers, kissing her neck.

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Amy decided she would take a cab to the reunion just in case she decided to imbibe in alcohol or smoke some “green meds”. The cab came quickly, and Amy sat in the back seat. It was a beautiful evening for a 25-year reunion. As Amy sat in the backseat of the cab staring out the window, her mind began to wander again, and the flashbacks returned.

It was the day of the prom and Amy had no idea how to feel about it. The incident in Mr. Bernard’s car still danced in her mind. She was not sure if she felt good or bad about what happened. Amy knew that she came when Mr. Bernard fingered her. She knew that she enjoyed the feeling of cumming as hard as she did when Mr. Bernard violated her with his fingers. But Amy also felt aroused by the memory of Mr. Bernard making her cum. She masturbated about it before bed ever since it happened. Will Mr. Bernard be at the prom? A part of her hoped he would be. She wondered if he would take her into his car and make her cum again. Amy did not have a date for the prom and was going on her own.

Amy wore a very nice silver sleeveless dress and high open-toe silver heeled shoes. Amy did her own make-up and hair and took a cab to the prom that evening. The prom took place at a high-end golf club. There was a huge tent, lots of tables and a dance floor. The music was already blaring through the large speakers as the DJ worked to turntable. Amy sat at a table and looked around. The other seniors were socializing with each other. Amy wasn’t very sociable. She was more introverted, so it wasn’t a surprise to her that she was sitting alone at a table during prom. As Amy looked off into the distance she heard a familiar voice.

“Is this table taken?”

Amy looked up to find that Mr. Bernard was smiling at her. Amy shook her head “no”, and Mr. Bernard sat next to her.

“How are you enjoying prom?” Mr. Bernard asked.

“It’s OK, I guess. Its not like I have a date or anything,” Amy answered then realizing how negative her tone was.

“It doesn’t sound like you’re having a very good time, “he replied, putting his hand on hers.

Amy looked at his hand on hers and wanted to pull it away, but as soon as she tried, Mr. Bernard’s hand tightened on hers preventing her from doing so. Amy looked at him confused.

Mr. Bernard smiled slightly kadıköy escort at her.

“Would you like to go for a walk?” He asked.

“Yes,” Amy said, a little too enthusiastic.

Mr. Bernard took Amy’s hand, and they walked away from the table together. Since the prom was outdoors, it gave the prom patrons freedom to walk around the golf course. As Amy and Mr. Bernard walked further away from the prom festivities, Amy felt Mr. Bernard’s hand rest on her waist. The way his hand gripped her hip was as if he owned her. The further away they walked from the prom, the braver Mr. Bernard became with how he touched Amy. They stopped in a secluded area where no one was, and Mr. Bernard stood behind Amy with his hands on her hips. He pulled Amy close, and she could feel the bulge in his pants. Then Mr. Bernard kissed her neck.

“I’ve been thinking about you since the car,” Mr. Bernard whispered into Amy’s ear, nibbling on her earlobe.

Amy pulled away from him.

“I don’t know about this,” she said nervously.

“Don’t know about what?” Mr. Bernard asked as he grabbed her hand pulling her close to him again.

“This. This is inappropriate. I’m a high school student and you’re my teacher. This can’t be right,” Amy said.

“If it was wrong, why didn’t you stop me that night in the car?” He asked.

Amy didn’t answer at first. She was scared that she might give away how much she enjoyed his fingers in her. The orgasms were incredible.

Before Amy could answer, Mr. Bernard turned her around, took her face in his hands and kissed her passionately. This kiss did not feel dirty. It didn’t feel like she was being violated or assaulted. It felt like they were the only two people on the planet. Amy pulled away from him again, but this time she looked into his eyes.

“Have you ever been with an older man?” He asked her gently.

Amy shook her head “no”.

“I haven’t been with anyone at all,” she replied embarrassed.

Mr. Bernard stroked her hair and held her close.

“I promise to be gentle,” he cooed as he kissed her forehead.

“I don’t know if I want this, Mr. Bernard.”

Amy was scared, but also turned on by the kiss he gave her. Her body was telling her that she was enjoying this kartal escort even though it was confusing to her. Mr. Bernard lifted her dress and put his hand on her panties, feeling the wet spot on her crotch.

“It feels like you want this,” he said in a seductive voice.

He began massaging her pussy through her panties with the palm of his hand and she became even wetter. Her breathing was becoming heavy and quick as he continued to massage her pussy. She felt her hips move trying to ride the palm of his hand. Mr. Bernard noticed this as well and moved his hand from her crotch and pushed her down to the ground. Mr. Bernard lifted her dress and kissed her stomach. Amy felt her body shutter as goosebumps appeared on her skin. Mr. Bernard then laid on top of Amy kissing her neck, lips, caressing her breasts. He pulled down her dress and unclipped her pushup bra setting Amy’s breasts free, her pink nipples hard as pebbles. Mr. Bernard kissed her breasts and sucked her nipples. Amy gasped as Mr. Bernard’s tongue licked her nipples. Her hips were bucking against his. Mr. Bernard gave a small laugh as he pulled off Amy’s panties, her pussy was shaved and glistening with horny lubrication. Mr. Bernard’s lips kissed Amy’s pussy, and she felt her pussy quiver. His tongue probed her pussy as Amy whimpered unable to control the sounds coming from her mouth.

Mr. Bernard sucked on Amy’s clit resulting in Amy bucking her hips against his face. Her vagina was open and ready to receive him. Mr. Bernard undid his pants pulling out his erect cock. It wasn’t as big as Amy thought it was, but it was very girthy. Mr. Bernard then teased Amy’s pussy by only pushing the head of his cock into the tip of her pussy. He could feel the muscles in Amy’s pussy grasp onto the head of his cock. He kissed her, pushing his tongue in her mouth and she kissed him back. Then Mr. Bernard thrust his cock into her virgin pussy, and she yelped. His girthy dick was stretching her pussy muscles. She was tight around his cock and Mr. Bernard was gentle and careful with how he fucked her. Amy felt a sharp pain and clenched her teeth until the pain went away. Then she was met with pleasure as Mr. Bernard continued to thrust into her. He was breathing hard as he did maltepe escort this, grunting. Mr. Bernard was in a position where he was able to rub Amy’s clit when he thrust into her. Amy started moaning loudly as she could not help herself.

“You want this,” Mr. Bernard said as he continued to fuck Amy’s pussy.

Amy felt her clit start to get hard and engorged.

“Tell me you want this,” Mr. Bernard demanded, his voice breathy and assertive.

“Yes. YES!” Amy moaned, her hips thrusting in time with Mr. Bernard’s.

“You are a loyal little slut,” he whispered as he started to fuck her harder, making sure he was hitting her clit just right.

Amy’s moans became louder. Why did Mr. Bernard call her a slut? Why did it turn her on so much?

Mr. Bernard was getting aggressive as he fucked Amy harder, squeezing her breasts.

Amy looked up at the night sky as Mr. Bernard fucked her. The sky was clear enough to see the stars. She suddenly felt a wave of emotion come over her, and tears started to flow from her eyes. She was confused about her feelings for Mr. Bernard and what he was doing to her. The pleasure was hard to describe as it was so good that Amy’s legs spread even wider for him. Why was she doing this? Wasn’t this considered an assault? Wasn’t this so unethical because Mr. Bernard is still her teacher? Amy may have been 18 and considered an adult, but what Mr. Bernard was doing would probably get him fired. Then she felt Mr. Bernard bite her nipple in a way that felt both painful and good that her pussy started to quiver and clench. She was going to cum.

Mr. Bernard was thrusting harder.

“You’re going to cum, aren’t you?” he asked breathlessly.

All Amy could do was moan in response. Her moans started reaching a higher pitch as she drew closer to climaxing. She was on the edge and knew she would lose control.

“Yeah, you’re going to cum.”

The orgasm was explosive. Liquid was running down her thighs as Amy screamed, her mouth open in the “O” shape. Mr. Bernard was going to cum, too. His grunts became cries as they, too, reached a high pitch. He pulled out of her right before he came and jerked his cock off, cumming all over Amy’s breasts. Mr. Bernard’s teeth were clenched, and his lips were tight as he came hard onto Amy’s breasts. He collapsed onto Amy, his head on her stomach and they laid there for another 45 minutes.

“Mam, mam, we’re at the school,” the cab driver said.

Amy snapped out of her flashback. The memory she had was more arousing than she thought as her pussy was damp. She paid the cab driver and stepped out of the car.

To Be Continued…

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“Are you serious!?”

Jenn literally could not believe what she had just heard. She was seated on the bed across from her boyfriend Tyler. They had been at a party thrown by her best friend April when Tyler asked to speak with her alone. After getting permission from April to use her room, Tyler then proceeding to recite an obviously prepared little speech. It was so ludicrous, that after wondering how Tyler could be so stupid, she had to pause briefly to wonder if she was actually stupid to believe he said what she thinks he said. Beyond the reassessments of both their intelligences, Jenn was starting to get very, very angry.

“You’re breaking up with me. You are breaking up with me because I am too tempting.” Jenn thought she had made a number of compromises in their relationship. She wasn’t particularly religious but respected that Tyler and his family were. She thought it sweet that he was a bit shy and that he went out of his way to protect her reputation and “virtue”. It could be frustrating that whenever they started to stray any further than kissing that he would stop and apologize. She put up with it because she genuinely kadıköy escort enjoyed his company and in all other ways he treated her well. Over the last year she spent more of her waking hours with his family than her own. Sure, he was old fashioned but she had begun really seeing a future with him. This is why his declaration had stunned her.

Tyler was getting ready to serve as a missionary for his church. He would be gone for two years, and we had talked about it many times. I had planned to not necessarily wait for him, but we had planned to write each other and after he got home, well we would see what happened, you know? No pressure but we liked each other so why close any doors? That was the plan until he had a long talk with his parents. They were “concerned” that having such a pretty girlfriend would persuade him into following her off to college early. The right thing to do was to break things off now. Jenn was seething.

For a year she been a good little church girl for a religion she wasn’t even a part of. She helped Tyler maintain the moral standard he needed to kartal escort even be allowed to serve a mission. She had behaved exactly the way they wanted and the family she had Sunday dinner with every week thought she was a whore that was going to lead their boy astray. If that is what they want, so be it.

Jenn stood up suddenly and Tyler joined her taking her hand blubbering some apology that she couldn’t hear over the blood rushing in her ears. Pulling her hand away, she took a step back and faced him. She knew she was pretty. A tall, thin athlete’s body. Firm, large breasts ad a tight ass. Long, straight blond hair and bright green eyes. She stared Tyler in the eyes as she first pulled her hair in a pony tail and then pulled her dress over her head. She maintained eye contact as she hooked her thumbs in her panties and slid them off her waist. She didn’t have to be naked for what she had in mind but it would make him more “pliant”. Tyler was saying something incoherent but she told him to shut the fuck up. She doubted he even noticed that she grabbed her phone from the bed before maltepe escort kneeling in front of him. He put up some mild but wholly ineffective resistance as she undid his jeans. Once she had her hand around his cock he went as still as a statue. Still saying something but Jenn just ignored him. Stroked his cock slowly and kissed the shaft. She jerked him off slowly then sped up and backed off again and again. If he came close to cumming she would stop and squeeze his cock tight to stop him before starting again.

When Tyler finally felt her lips around his cock he gasped and screwed his eyes shut. Jenn took the opportunity to pick up the phone next to her and took a quick video of her face bobbing back and forth on Tyler and then Tyler’s lost face. Setting the phone down she was determined to give this asshole the best moment in his entire life. She pinched him hard to get his attention and once she had it squeezed his balls and fucked her own throat with his cock. It took only seconds before hot cum was filling her mouth. She held it in her mouth, stood, and kissed him hard, forcing the cum in his mouth. She kissed until he had no choice but to swallow. Once he had, she broke away and quickly dressed and grabbed her phone. He was silent at first as she typed a text, attached a video, and hit send.

“Jenn…”

“I told you to shut the fuck up.” As she walked to the door, Tyler’s ring tone began to sound. “Answer it. You parents want to talk to you.”

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*Story takes place in primarily from Thursday May 24-Tuesday May 29, 2018.

As it is just before dawn in Yellow Springs, Ohio a white Benz SUV sits parked in the drive of a ranch style house built in the ’70s, Abeni Gregory wakes up in her friend’s bed, she hears water running, and rises throws on her robe, and exits the room, she smells breakfast cooking as Jason Hamilton, her friend walks out of the bathroom, she notices the blanket that Jason folded, after sleeping on the couch.

Jason says as he gathers up his camera equipment “Good morning, how’d you sleep?”

Abeni yawning, yet excited “Too early, to tell.”

Jason says, “Why don’t take a hot shower, while I finish making breakfast.”

Abeni goes in the bathroom and starts the water running for her shower.

Abeni Gregory is medium brown, a little over 5’5′, her hair is a close crop which matches her small round face, she is 40, born in Martinique to a very prominent, and wealthy family, and has a slight Parisian accent.

As she undresses, she reveals her perfect petite breasts, her trimmed pussy, and flawless body, as she steps into the shower.

As Abeni is in the shower, she remembers when she moved to Ohio 15 years ago, where she first met Jason at a photography seminar.

Jason Hamilton is an olive skin complexation, short brown hair, 42, and was born and raised in Yellow Springs Ohio, and is a photographer, and owner of photography publication.

He was raised by his mother, and grandmother who owned a successful dairy farm, his mother remarried, and was widowed 2 years later when Jason was 12, she died when he was 20, leaving huge debts.

After her shower, she walks to the table for breakfast, as he brings out a case of bottled water, and puts it in the car, and he joins her for breakfast.

As they leave, she checks and locks her car, which is parked in front of the SUV.

Abeni yawns a little as he backs out of the driveway, he asks her “You tired?”

Abeni laughs a little and responds, “I can’t believe we’re camping and seeing my aunt.” as he puts on some vintage French jazz music from the ’40s.

Jason says, “I hope the music doesn’t make you more tired?”

Abeni laughs a little “I was born in Martinique, but lived either there, or Nice.”

Jason remarks “We should be somewhere in Kentucky by late afternoon.”

Abeni smiles “You know it’s funny you know everything about me, but I don’t anything about you.”

Jason replies softly “My life is filled with so much violence, and unhappiness.”

Abeni touches his arm “You deserve to be loved, and have some happiness, don’t you think?”

“I can’t really see why anyone would want to love me, and I’ve given up on being happy.” as he enters the freeway going toward Kentucky.

Abeni comforts him by gently rubbing his arm “Don’t you want to experience the joy of being in love?”

Jason sighs “How can I miss something, that I don’t even know what it feels like?”

Lost for words, Abeni remains silent as they continue to drive.

Abeni finally breaking the silence “Okay, I know that you were raised on a farm, your mother died, and you’re a photographer.” continues “But there has to be more, about you.”

Jason says, “My great aunt was admitted in Athens Asylum here in Ohio, while my uncle was admitted in another Asylum in Pennsylvania.”

Abeni becoming curious asks, “Why were they admitted?”

Jason says, “My grandmother went through the change of life, while my uncle had a nervous breakdown when his wife died.” he sighs with painful emotion “My family didn’t exactly know what to do, so they sort of washed their hands, and through them into the Asylums so they didn’t have to deal with it.”

Abeni says, “So what you’re saying is they didn’t belong there?”

Jason answers “No, they were just thrown away like garbage, that’s why I don’t like talking about my family, or life.” as he exits the freeway “It just brings everyone down.”

Abeni softly says, “But it helps when you talk about it with someone you trust.”

Jason says, “I guess it does, but it’s just too heavy to lay it on someone.”

Abeni asks, “You never experienced, or been in love, have you?”

Jason sighs, “I guess my work doesn’t leave any time, for that.”

Abeni says, “Thats not true, you’ve allowed that to happen.”

Jason asks, “Okay, when did you last experience love?”

Abeni laughs a little, but looks down “Back home in Martinique, some 20 years ago.”

Jason says, “So your like me, you have limited experience with relationships.

Abeni smiles, as they continue driving.

About 4 pm they reach the campground just before the Tennessee border and they begin unpacking the car.

As the tent was put up, and they finish an early dinner, she says, “You know any woman is a damn idiot if they don’t see the wonderful qualities you have.” she takes his hand and says, “When I get back home, I’m going to take you on your first date.”

Jason says, “Why would a beautiful woman like you, want with someone as dumb as I şerifali escort am?”

Abeni says, “Thats because I see the beauty within you.”

Jason asks, “But others can offer you so much more.”

Abeni says, “In the 15 years that I’ve lived in this country, you’re the only one who hasn’t judged, or only wanted a piece of ass from me, you treated me with respect, and dignity.”

Abeni changes the subject as he’s checking out his camera “You going to walk by the lake?”

Jason says, “Sure, we can keep each other company.”

Abeni says, “I’ll just take some water, and bring the tablet.”

Jason says, “We won’t be gone long, I just want to know the weather conditions there are.”

As dusk has set in, and are getting ready to walk back to the camp, she asks, “How about a night swim?

Jason says, “We don’t have any swimming suits.”

Abeni giggles, “We can skinny dip, who’s out here to see us?” Jason looks around, and hides behind some trees, as he undresses, she begins undressing herself.

As they both walk toward the lake holding hands, Abeni says, “This is really nice, you know getting to know each other better.” she takes her hand and touches his naked ass.

They swim a little, as she playfully touches his penis, and rubs his foreskin a little, as he has a shocked expression.

After playing and innocently flirting in the water, they see a lightning bolt in the horizon, so they swim to the shore.

While still naked, Abeni says, “Why don’t we take a picture?”

Jason asks rather shocked “Like this?”

Abeni laughs as she connects the digital camera to the tripod, “You are precious, I mean here we are naked, and went skinny dipping.”

The two-stand close together with their arms around each other, as the shutter on the camera opens and closes.

As the two get dressed they smell the approaching storm, and they begin walking back to the camp site, he feels that he needs to pee. “I uh have to pee.” as he faces a tree, as she sighs a little and says, “I guess I should go too, before we go to bed.”, he takes out his semi erect penis, and pulls back the foreskin, as she bends down with her pants at her ankles.

She sees the pee coming out of his cock, as she begins to pee, she gazes at his cock, as he finishes peeing, and puts his member away.

As they continue walking toward the camp he reveals, “You know the one thing I always wanted was to have a nice massage, or even a foot massage, but always felt disgusting about it.”

Abeni pauses for a moment and asks, “Do you know what Alvino philia is?”

Jason says, “It’s a Navel fetish.”

Abeni says, “Oh my God, you know what that is, I’m so embarrassed, but I got to be honest, when my bellybutton is touched, it just does something to my pussy.” she pauses and holds his hand as she continues, “Now baby there is nothing wrong with you wanting to have a foot massage, or even having a foot fetish, just like there’s nothing wrong with having a bellybutton fetish.” she tenderly kisses his cheek, and they continue walking.

At the camp site, as they climb in the tent, she takes her shirt off, revealing her small unblemished breasts, as he takes his top off.

The two pull their jeans off in the sleeping bags, she kisses him on the cheek saying “Goodnight.” and turns off the small battery lantern.

About 3am She hears Jason softly moan, or cry. Without saying a word, she slips into his sleeping bag from behind him, and puts her arm around him.

She softly whispers in his ear “It’s okay, let it out baby.” as she slowly begins to massage his penis, his moaning ceases as he seems to go to sleep.

As the morning comes, the two are packing up their gear after going for a morning swim.

“I wouldn’t mind another night, if you want more pictures.” as Abeni rolls up the sleeping bags.

Jason says “No, I can get some shots on my way back home.”

They continue packing their gear up.

An hour later the two are sitting on a hill that overlooks the picturesque setting, Jason says “There’s a song that talks about two people who are in love returning to the hill years after they first met and sat on the hill before.”

Abeni says, “You’re talking about “A lover’s concerto” by The Toys.”

Jason says, “That’s how I see us, you and me.” as he takes her hand.

The two lay on the hill in silence holding hands, as they gaze into the moving clouds.

As they finish packing up the car, she sees how pale and tired he looks, she asks as they shut the trunk of the car, “You don’t look well, would you like me to drive?”, he says nothing, but hands her the keys, as he walks to the passenger side of the car, she starts the car, and they continue driving toward Mississippi.

They get off an exit about noon, to get gas, he seems to have fallen asleep in the car, she continues to drive.

A police car drives alongside them as the officer driving says, “Do you see that, now what the hell is she driving a hundred-thousand-dollar car, kavacık escort run the plates.” as he pulls behind the SUV, and blows the siren and lights, she pulls the car over.

As she gets her information, Jason stirs, and sees the officer coming to her side of the car, he gets the other information from the glovebox.

The officer gets to the back door of the car and tells her to get out of the car.

As she gets out of the car, the other officer walks to Jason and collects his information, and asks him “Is everything okay?”

Abeni becomes anxious as she says, “I’ve already told you my friend wasn’t feeling well, so I was driving for him.”

Officer says sternly, “You better start telling the truth, what the hell are you doing out here?”

The other officer comes up from behind and says, “They’re clean, everything checks out.”

Both officers walk back to the car, as Abeni, and Jason get into the car, as Abeni shakes in the car, she says loudly with a stronger accent “I’m sick of this fucking shit, why can’t they leave us the fuck alone?”

Jason holds her hand and says, “Don’t let those bastards win, I can only imagine how you feel.”

Abeni says sweetly, and yet defensibly “I appreciate what you’re trying to say.”, he takes out his wallet and pulls out a small picture, and hands it to her, she sees his him, his mother, and father which was taken years before, she notices that his father was black.

Jason says, “His name was Keith, he was the only father I ever knew, now I may not know exactly what you go through, I do know though that anytime we were ever together we were treated like we were beneath everyone; you know like shit.”

Abeni softens and says, “Jesus I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

Jason says, “It’s cool, just as long as we know that we love each other no matter what some bastard may say or do.”

Abeni smiles “Yes baby, we do love each other, no matter what others say.”

They pull into a gas station, and as he pays for the gas, he buys two Sweet Teas, and a bag of chips.

Standing next to her as she is filling the car he gives her a Sweet Tea, she says “It’s hot today.”

She sees his color has never returned that day, so asks “We both a little tired, how about we stop here for the day, and start off tomorrow morning?”

He leans against the car with his eyes shut, she continues by asking him, “Baby, are you cool?”

Jason sighs and says, “I get these blackouts every now and then.”

As they get in the car, she says “There’s a nice hotel I passed by, where we are stopping for the night.” as she takes a couple of chips from the bag.

They are escorted to their room on the second floor of the hotel, the woman turns on the A/C and shows them the bathroom, and closet space, Abeni tips her as the woman leaves the room.

As Jason is laying on the bed, Abeni says “I’m going to take a shower, while you rest up a little.”

Jason stirs and smiles as he says, “Would you like company?”

She smiles back, walks toward him, kisses his lips, as she flirtingly takes his hand and guides him into the bathroom.

They enjoy helping each other undress as they explore one another’s bodies, then get into the shower.

She smiles as she notices his semi erect cock, she gently pulls the foreskin back.

As the water hits her body, Jason takes a sponge with shower gel and washes her breasts and stomach, as he moves toward her pubic area.

Afterwards, she takes the sponge and washes his stomach, navel, and teases his cock and foreskin, as she has a playful look in her eyes.

After rinsing off, they pad each other dry with the heated towels.

The two wearing white robes while he’s holding her in his arms.

Jason says, “I never felt like this about anyone before, my life is complete, now that I have, and love you in my life.

Abeni takes his hand and sighs “It seems I waited forever, for this day, and now it’s here.”

Jason leans down and passionately kisses her, and their tongues seem to dance in their mouths.

About six that night they go out to a popular barbecue restaurant on Beale Street.

Jason says, “They sometimes serve their chicken to celebrities, and famous.”

Abeni smiles “Really, uh you seem to know the right places to go.”

Jason says, “A few years ago I traveled the country where I wrote and photographed a book of the scariest places or deadliest in each state.”

Abeni says, “Sounds interesting.”

Jason says, “There’s a lot of sleepless nights I still have.”

Abeni asks, “What were the scariest places?”

Jason says, “Indiana, Louisiana, and Tennessee I think had the most bone chilling places, some dealt with murders, unexplained phenomena, or deaths.”

Abeni smiles “What’s your next project?”

Jason says, “I’m going to visit some of the most famous caves, and write about the history, and of course the fabulous pictures.”

Abeni says, “Oh you mean spelunking, cave exploring.”

Jason says, “Yeah spelunking, caddebostan escort it’s much more detail though.” he says as he takes a drink of water.

As they walk back to their car, they listen to some live blues music musicians play along the street, they walk by a police officer standing by her horse, on the corner of the street.

Abeni asks, “Excuse officer can I touch your horse?”

The officer smiles and says, “Sure.” as Abeni reach’s out and gently rubs the horse’s mane, and they continue walking to their car.

Driving back to the hotel, it begins to lightly rain, and they run, trying to miss the raindrops.

As they get in their room, Jason says, “Maybe if I take a hot shower, my back will stop hurting.” as he goes into the bathroom and, takes a shower.

As he walks back into the room from his shower, he notices that the room smells of lavender, and other soothing scents.

Abeni asks, “Why don’t you lay down on the bed?” he sits up on the bed, where she gently begins massaging his feet with the calming scented oils, or lotions.

He has a relaxed, and contented expression as she lovingly continues to rub his feet.

A short time later, he has fallen asleep, and wakes up as she is taking a hot bath, he rises up, and puts two towels on the bed, as he looks over the lotions and oils.

On her return to bed, he asks her to lay on the towels, as she lays down, he opens her robe and gazes for a moment at her flawless body, he says, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” she leans up and kisses him passionately.

He begins to move down her body, tenderly kissing her breasts, and nipples.

He moves down from her upper stomach toward her navel, as he reaches her navel, he lightly blows around the navel, followed by lightly tracing her navel with her fingers.

Abeni is in complete ecstasy as she gently pushes his head into her, she softly moans with her eyes closed.

Jason lightly licks the outer area of her navel as her head moves from side to side with excitement, as he continues teasing her navel with his mouth, she arches her back up, with a stifled scream, she has a pulsing and electrifying orgasm.

Still breathless, as her heart slows down, she says, “Jesus Christ where did you learn to do that?”

Jason says, “I took a few seminars and some research in how to massage and pleasure your lover.”

Abeni joyfully says “Well, I can tell you it worked, I never came so hard in my life.”

Jason says, “I was a little nervous, I mean I wanted you to feel pleasure, and loved like I do.”

Abeni rises up, and he lays on his back, she kisses him, and opens his robe, revealing his bare chest, and boxers, she smiles shyly as she moves down to his boxers, gently pulling them down, revealing his 5-inch growing erection, she starts massaging it, occasionally blowing on his cock as she gently pulls back the foreskin exposing the entire head, or crown.

Never experiencing this pleasure to this degree he sighs in complete pleasure,

she slips his member into her mouth, her tongue seems to go between the foreskin, and the shaft of the penis, as one hand concentrates on massaging his cock, she holds his hand with the other hand.

Her eyes lovingly gaze into his eyes as she begins a slight bobbing motion, while Jason gently pushes her head toward his cock, as she removes his cock smiling saying, “You like that baby?” and puts it back in her mouth, as he has a look of complete pleasure.

She senses his orgasm and takes his whole cock in her mouth, when he erupts in a

stream of cum shoots into her mouth.

She continues having him in her mouth, until his semi erect penis slips out of her mouth, he pulls her up to him and kisses her passionately.

He lays back on his back as she massages his cock to a 7-in erection, and slowly puts his cock into her receptive pussy.

She pauses to get used to his member, saying “God this feels so good, no baby it’s okay, let me get used to it.” as she puts him further into her.

As she slowly rides him, her smile shows absolute pleasure as she her eyes seem to roll to the top of her head.

She takes hold of his hand and holds it as they continue making love.

As his hand is on her bare thigh, she begins to moan, which turns in, to softly crying, and then stifled screams, as she rides him faster.

As she goes down on him, she has a screaming explosive orgasm which causes his cock to slip out of her, she struggles to put it back in and continues to make love.

As she is making love laying on her side, he stays motionless inside her, as he moans in pleasure.

Laying on their sides holding each other tight she says, “Let us grow old together, as we live each day in springtime.”

Jason says, “That is so beautiful living each day in springtime.”

Abeni says, “I now understand that part of the song “Lovin’ You” more than ever before.”

Jason kisses her bare shoulder as they snuggle closer together.

Abeni wakes up and notices Jason sitting in a chair by the balcony, with a manilla folder on the table, she rises up and sits next to him.

Abeni takes his hand and asks, “What’s wrong baby?”

Jason says weakly “I want you to know, that I love you more than any other man could ever love you.” she smiles as he continues “I wanted you to know that, if anything ever happens to me.”

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Note from Lady: This story tops out over 21K words. I tried and tried to keep it to 15K but was just rushing it and not enough detail. I hope you like Thorin and Margaret’s story and the drama this part brings to the table. More to come. ~Lady xoxoxo

Thorin

We were nearing the end of the second week that Margaret had been with me in the San Francisco Bay area and it was like she always belonged here. I never got tired of her quiet and calming presence in my company or in my home. We had talked and she was going to stay one more week and then return home to prepare for Baccalaureate and Graduation ceremonies. We had not talked about the future after that.

I had not pitched Margaret the final contract for her SaaS product. I was playing with some thoughts about what I wanted in life and with her and how to use this situation to get Margaret to move here with me but I needed to think about it more. It was truly a special product with sales funnels, built-in customer relationship management, framework for courses, stores, and websites. After talking it out, she wanted to do a much cheaper add-on license for additional domain names instead of requiring the customer to purchase a separate subscription for each domain. Margaret’s vision was to truly create a product for the middle class that was affordable for start-ups. She had no interest in marketing to the Fortune 500. She was focused on smaller companies and making a difference. She was content with whatever money was there to be made while keeping the costs for her product as low as possible.

I remember that kind of drive when I was younger and when I was much more hungry. My drive was to make that money though. Now, I wanted my balance. I wanted to build a family. No one knew that side of me because I had never taken out those desires into the light of day and looked at them closely myself, and I certainly hadn’t shown those desires to anyone else. In light of my new examination of my changing priorities in life, I had not decided yet what my next move was.

It was Thursday and I had taken Friday off. We were picking up Jack from the airport tonight and having a relaxing dinner and to talk about his health and wellness business. Tomorrow night I would take them both to the Founders & Investors Spring Gala. I was the Keynote speaker and it would give Jack the opportunity to rub elbows with the entrepreneurial elite of San Jose. I was completely prepared to speak, dance a couple dances with Margaret, and get out of Dodge if she was uncomfortable or overwhelmed. I didn’t care anyway. I only wanted to be there if she was on my arm. I smiled to myself. I couldn’t wait to show her off.

The paparazzi had gotten some shots of Margaret at Declan Industries and us out together holding hands on a walk, getting ice cream cones, and a shot of me in the parking lot of a movie theater with her bent back against the passenger door of my Tesla and I was kissing her neck. I laughed to myself. I remember not so long ago that I would have been enraged for the paparazzi to publish a photo of me like that with a woman. Not that I would have ever been caught out like that with a different woman. I hadn’t taken a woman to the movies since I was 30. With Margaret…it was funny and I was proud to be seen with her. Headlines like “Declan’s Bachelor CEO Off the Market?!” and “Young Philly Genius Ending Thorin Blackhill’s Days as a Playboy?” were all over the society pages.

What was even more hilarious was that Margaret never even noticed paparazzi around and seemed wholly uninterested with the articles and photos. I showed her the headlines and photos on my phone but she just rolled her eyes and laughed it off. Her mother was a Philly socialite and she was used to the paparazzi. I find it super weird that it doesn’t seem to bother her and that she is uninterested what they say. She simply doesn’t care. It was weird…but also refreshing. I had never dated a woman that wasn’t obsessed with the society pages.

After blankly staring at the computer screen trying to look at metrics from the first half the week and seeing nothing for 30 minutes…I sent my operations analyst a note to prepare a 2 page overview and email it to me to read later. I would read it on my phone in bed after Margaret was asleep, then I could read it while she was beside me. I sighed. I had it bad. I simply cared about nothing besides spending time with Margaret. Calling my limo around to the front, I hopped in and loosened my tie and told my driver to hightail it home.

Leaning my head back against the plush leather, I closed my eyes and day dreamed about how I had fucked Margaret in the back of this limo last week with her tiny pussy clenching around my cock and me squeezing those perky, tanned tits together and licking and sucking her rosebud nipples while I drove my hard rod up into her like a madman.

Reaching down into my suit pants, I rearranged my dick to a more comfortable position and continued with my salacious memories on the ride home. I never even bothered çekmeköy escort to pull my iPad from my briefcase…screw my 400+ unread emails.

I’d worry about that shit next week.

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Margaret

I didn’t want to go back to Philly. San Francisco Bay was beautiful, it was warm, the technology focus was refreshing, and Thorin’s place felt like home. It was unusual for me to feel comfortable somewhere new to say the least. My autism was very high functioning but sometimes I really needed solitude because my creativity was born when I was alone. My brain didn’t work to full capacity without the isolation needed to think things through, especially if I was feeling overwhelmed. I don’t know if it was because Thorin was here, or because I had finally found where I fit, but I didn’t feel like an awkward guest here.

My biggest worry was Thorin showing me off around Declan Industries and being labeled the 21 year old that the CEO was sleeping with…but no one treated me that way. The day of the big hack when I met everyone, they started to respect me. Employees knew Thorin had called me to help mitigate the damage and serve their customers. I had been asked by HR a couple of days later to help hire. I had reviewed resumes and been present for interviews and provided feedback. They also asked me to propose an ISD division restructuring plan. Now, I was a paid consultant on Declan’s payroll, approved by the board and everything. That was a huge feather in my cap for my resume.

When I was visiting Thorin’s office, the guys would come down from the crow’s nest and ask me to look at a piece of code or help them understand a compliance regulation. In many ways, I was thankful for the opportunity to be of some service, because now they trusted me and I cared about them too. Funny how a crisis brought what could have been a really awkward time for me into a blessing. I wasn’t bored and I was glad to be contributing.

I was super excited about Jack coming tonight. Jack was pretty skeptical of Thorin and I’s relationship. He didn’t trust Thorin for a second but he wanted to hear him out and see what he had to say about his health and wellness business. Jack was also excited about California and going to the Founders & Investors Spring Gala. Thorin’s connection could open a lot of doors for Jack even if he was upset that Thorin had stolen his baby sister’s innocence and taken her away from Philly and the Mitchell empire. Jack was a mite dramatic. I laughed to myself. He got that from mom.

I was in Thorin’s giant, marble tub waiting for him to get home. We would grab Jack first from the airport and then go eat. I had all kinds of bubbles and bath oil in there and was sunk up to my neck with my hair tied on top of my head. It felt amazing. Thorin wouldn’t get home for an hour and a half so I had plenty of time to soak and dress.

My mind wandered as I laid back in the tub and looked out over the partial view of the Bay. It was late afternoon and it was busy outside but I was relaxed and happy. Picking over my thoughts about the last couple weeks, I took things out of the vault that is my brain and looked them over, made my decisions about how I felt about those things, and carefully placed them back into the vault to look at again another time if needed.

As it often did in the past 2 weeks since I had met him, my thoughts turned to Thorin and our relationship. I grabbed up my bottle of exfoliating scrub and went to town on my legs and feet while I thought about him. We had been inseparable since the moment we met. It was never weird or awkward and our comfort level was like we had been dating for years. He seemed to genuinely love me and I knew I was in love with him. I hadn’t wanted to admit it at first but it had happened fast and was very nearly love at first sight.

I was a logical thinker to the point of killing romance and love thoughts. It was probably one of the reasons I never had a date until meeting Thorin. Jack and Adam literally teased me about my lack of romantic thoughts, they shared some laughs at my expense and I had always just thought they were idiots.

Thorin was romantic enough for the both of us. He was also a highly logical thinker but he had those dreamer qualities that I didn’t have. In my mind, things always were just what they were, very black and white and I picked up patterns quickly. Thorin saw everything through a lens of potential. He could see what something could be and he could create a vision to get there. It was something I loved about him and it was imagination that I lacked.

Thorin saw me, wanted me, and he made decisions to get me. I was under no assumptions that I had done anything to make our relationship happen…I would have smiled politely at the conference and bid him a good day and that would have been the end. But Thorin pursued me…it was thrilling and the best experience of my life. Whatever made him interested in me that day, I was grateful for it.

I içerenköy escort wonder why he hasn’t presented me with a formal contract yet on investing in my SaaS product. We had built the plan out on it. The marketing program, pricing, and how to administer the team. Thorin was transparent and open so I knew he hadn’t changed his mind. I think he operates like an internet browser that has 150 tabs open all at once. His brain is a high-powered processor that interprets data at super-speeds so he can make the fast, intelligent decisions required in a famous, Silicon Valley CEO.

I also think he is considering our relationship and future and how the business partnership is going to affect that. I am willing to move forward in good faith without a contract and I trust Thorin to act in my best interest even if we aren’t together. Neither of us defined our roles in the new company and I think it is because we are seeing how we do together until it is time for me to fly back to Philly. We will see then, once I am back in Philly and we have a few days apart to look at things and go from there.

The sexual tension between us hadn’t lessened and we are highly compatible physically. Thorin is amazing in bed. I knew I had nothing to compare it to but it was mind blowing and all-consuming and I knew it was special. It had been tough to tone it down for a couple of days after we first started sleeping together and I was raw and bleeding. Thorin was creative and gentle while we got through those initial days of soreness after becoming sexually active and it was still amazing.

I ran my hands down my body from my breasts to my thighs and back up, wishing Thorin was here to touch me. He had overslept and had to rush out the door this morning instead of waking me up with his hot, demanding mouth on my breasts or his fingers sliding between my thighs. He never failed to show me how much he desired me and I had gotten used to his touch on my body every morning.

Lightly, I massaged my hands over my wet breasts in the bathtub. Ever so gently to brush my nipples with the insides of my hands and fingers, it fanned the wanting and I was frustrated. I trailed one hand down my wet, tanned stomach in the bubbles of the tub to my slick womanhood and dipped my fingers between my lips to massage a soft circle over my nub of pleasure. I thought of Thorin’s tongue on my sensitive flesh as I stroked myself gently.

Sighing, I brought my hands up to cup and squeeze both my breasts. Then I flopped my hands back into the bubbles and huffed. It wasn’t the same as Thorin’s touch. Grumpily, I picked up my pink wash cloth and threw it at the other end of the tub and watched as it hit the marble splashguard and exploded suds everywhere, and slid back into the water. Then, a voice startled me to attention.

“What could the washrag have possibly have done to incite your rage?” Thorin drawled from the doorway.

I looked up and he was leaning with one shoulder against the frame in his suit and his arms crossed over his chest, grinning. I smiled back at him.

“It wasn’t a replacement for your hands on me. That’s what it did.” I smirked at him as desire lit up his eyes and he pushed off the frame with his shoulder and disappeared from the bathroom.

Thorin came back a moment later without a stitch of clothes on, holding a small, black object in his hand and a small bottle. I didn’t ask what he planned to do with it. I trusted him. Thorin always made sure the sex was good for me and for himself and I was learning along the way.

Thorin stepped into the tub facing me and sat down in the other end of the tub. The water level rose in the tub but not to “make a mess” levels. He slid forward and grabbed my hands and pulled me forward so I was laying against his chest in his lap. Nuzzling close, he covered my lips in a heavy kiss and I felt his cock jump against me with that first passionate kiss and I moaned softly. I didn’t know what witchcraft brought him home early, but I was incredibly grateful for it.

Looking down into my face, Thorin said, “I missed you this morning. I’m sorry I woke up late.”

“I missed you too.” I slid my hand up to cup his jaw and I pulled him down for another kiss. I slid the tip of my tongue into his mouth to stroke his and he growled and hugged me tighter to his chest and his cock hardened to stone against my hip.

Breaking the kiss and resting my face against his shoulder, I said, “what brought you home early?” as I lazily scrubbed a handful of bubbles over his chest hair.

Thorin tipped his head back against the tub as I rubbed over his chest and said, “you did, baby. I just wanted to be with you.”

I smiled widely. I could hear the honesty in his voice. He looked back at me and pulled me up to straddle his lap in the tub and his cock was under me, rising up against my butt crack. My body was slick and oily from the bubbles and the bath oil and my skin slipped against his and he groaned as his cock slid dragos escort up and down my butt crack as he got me in the position he wanted me.

After he had me situated over his legs, straddling his lap, he reached out and ran his hands roughly over my slick and oily breasts. I moaned and leaned toward him because it always felt so good to have Thorin’s hands on me. They were large and heavy and his fingers were calloused. He rubbed those calloused hands over my breasts and his touch ran in an exciting current from my breasts to my aching nub of pleasure and my tiny slit that was begging for attention. I arched my back to press myself into his hands to get him to intensify the sensations and I squeeze my fingernails into his shoulders as I throw my head back.

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Thorin

I watch her throw her head back as she digs her nails into my shoulders while my practiced hands work magic on her slick skin. I smile wolfishly and take it in, thrilled that she is so wanton for me. I glory in it.

I pull her to me and suck one nipple into my mouth and suckle it. I bite the tip and then soothe where I nipped it. Repeating with the other one and back and forth until she’s moaning and her slit is dripping for me. My cock is so hard it hurts. I need to shove it in her so badly and soothe myself by thrusting in and out of her to ease the ache but I hold myself back.

I brought a little bottle of silicone lube into the bathroom and a beginner butt plug. It was a luxury sex toy with a soft feel and it vibrated while it was inserted. It was thin at the bottom and grew to a thicker size before dropping off to a very slender neck where there was a stopper that rested right against the taint area and a small circle for a handle.

I had not introduced her to any butt play yet, but the tub was the perfect place. After a couple of days in San Francisco Bay, I had put in a small order of new sex toys for some fun so I grabbed this little guy from my nightstand on my way into the bathroom.

I press the dispenser on the silicone lube and squirt a little onto my fingers. I spread my thighs underneath her so I can spread her thighs and with one hand I reach between us and gently prob her slit with my finger and slide my thumb over her clit and thrust into her a couple of times. She moaned and moves her hips to ease some of the sensations in her, but instead of starting that building rhythm, I am gentle with my strokes and take my other hand that I lubed up and massage over her backdoor.

She drew in a breath suddenly and tensed up when she felt my fingers there, pressing gently and swirling slowly around her puckered opening. I didn’t try to press in. I simply used gentle massaging pressure with the lube on my fingers to rub around her tense opening and up and down across it.

I clamped my lips over hers in an insistent kiss while I massage her behind. After a few moments, I begin gently stroking in her pussy with my other hand and massaging my thumb over her clit and she moaned into my mouth.

She pulled her mouth away from mine and met my eyes. I looked at her steadily and I never stopped massaging her butt or her pussy while I looked into her eyes. Margaret was panting and looked a little panicked even though she was submitting to my touch. She looked worried.

“Thorin…” she whispered, “what are you doing?”

I continued to look at her steadily and I kept touching her. “I am pleasing you, baby,” I said softly back to her, “trust me.”

I leaned in and took her lips in another heavy but insistent kiss. I took a second to get another squirt of lube onto my fingers and I returned to her tight and untouched backdoor to continue massaging around it until she began to relax and her hips returned to moving along with my thrusting into her pussy.

I pulled my fingers from her womanhood and gripped her hip and took her breast in my mouth as I stopped the massage around her opening and I started to gently but insistently press the tip of my finger into Margaret’s butt. She was breathing heavily but not in pain and she was pressing back against my finger at this point, liking what I was doing.

My fingertip pressed past the ring of muscle trying to keep me out and my finger slid into Margaret’s butt. I groaned with the way it felt. I imagined that finger was my thick cock inside her ass and I almost came. My balls hurt because I was so turned on. I began moving my finger in and out of Margaret’s ass slowly. She was moaning softly and her eye’s were glazed over and she was thrusting herself in tiny little bounces on my finger.

This woman was going to do me in. It was all I could do not to pull my finger out and replace it with my dick in her ass and thrust until I was grunting and jerking and filling her ass with my cum until it leaked out. I took a deep breath and calmed myself and I slid my tongue in her mouth as I pulled my finger out of her and washed my hand in the bathwater with a pump of body wash from the dispenser on the edge of the tub.

I broke the kiss with her and picked up the butt plug and I squirted two pumps of the silicone lube onto it and slicked it up. Watching her face as her eyes never left me, I positioned the plug at her puckered opening and I began to press in. She momentarily tightened and I reached out and began massaging her nipples and said, “relax baby, relax,”

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