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Tabitha Ch. 08

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“Ma’am?”

Tabitha started and gasped. “Yes! What? Yes!”

“I’m so sorry,” the pretty brunette flight attendant said when Tabitha awoke so violently. “We served dinner while you were asleep and this is my final pass.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll have the chicken.”

“What would you like to drink?”

“Water, please.”

Tabitha glanced around her. The cabin wasn’t very full, but the few passengers she could see were sleeping. The meal may have been good, for all she knew, but even the chicken tasted like water to her. The flight attendant cleared away the meal and came around again with a large pillow and a dark blue blanket. Tabitha wasn’t sleepy anymore. She rooted around in her carryon and pulled out her portable DVD player and an album full of options. She cuddled under the blanket, popped in the earbuds and hit play on season one, disc one of True Blood.

***

Wes hugged Jazzy and she kissed his cheek. He hesitated to pull away because he didn’t want to see the look she’d inevitably give him. That face full of pity and remorse, the same one she gave Blake whenever he skinned his knee or bumped his head. She grabbed his arms to pull back and look up at him. There was the look.

Wes sighed.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine Jazzy. Can we not talk about it?” He hadn’t been home ten minutes after dropping Tabitha at the airport when the door bell rang.

She narrowed her eyes at him and frowned. “We came over here so you wouldn’t have to be alone. We don’t have to talk about anything if you don’t want.”

Clay entered the living room from the hallway that led to the bedrooms. He’d just put Blake down for a nap in a guest room.

“What are we drinking?” he asked dropping onto the couch.

Jazzy and Wes both glared at him.

Clay shrugged. “I thought this would be the perfect time to get blackout drunk and wallow in misery.”

“Shut up,” Jazzy said rubbing her brother’s arm. “Wes has no reason to be miserable, it’s not like someone died.”

Wes folded himself onto the couch on the opposite end from Clay.

“Wes went years with no pussy and no prospects. He comes across the perfect girl for him and lets her keep him at arm’s length. Now, she’s on a different continent, single, and hot as hell.”

Wes had never wanted to punch his best friend more.

Jazzy shook her head. “You’re not helping, Clay.”

Wes glanced between the two people in the world that knew him best. He couldn’t help but remember when Tabitha had learned just how much the three of them meant to each other.

***

“Beautiful!” Clay exclaimed when he opened the door. He swept Tabitha up in a hug, lifting her off her feet.

“I’m going to start thinking that’s my legal name,” Tabitha muttered into his chest.

“I’m going to start taking this personally,” Wes grumbled behind her.

“I love you too, dude. Do you want a hug?”

Tabitha laughed when Wes rolled his eyes. He thrust the gift he’d been holding into Clay’s open arms. They’d been seeing each other a couple weeks and Tabitha was getting used to Clay’s flirting and Jazzy’s take-no-shit attitude.

“Thanks for coming, Tabitha,” Jazzy said hugging her after she’d given Wes a kiss on the cheek.

“Happy birthday, Jazzy,” said Tabitha.

“Thanks, I plan on making it count!”

“Just make sure you can remember it tomorrow.”

“Oh, I will. I don’t’ drink so—no worries.”

“Yeah,” Tabitha said glancing up at him over her shoulder, “neither does Wes.”

“Our grandmother was a functioning alcoholic. She had cirrhosis of the liver and died of pancreatic cancer,” Wes explained.

“I’m sorry,” Tabitha gasped turning back to Jazzy, “I didn’t mean to bum you out on your birthday.”

“It’s fine, sometimes everyone needs to be reminded why they make certain choices.”

“Mommy!” a little boy said running between them and grabbing Jazzy’s legs. She bent down and scooped Blake into her arms.

“Say hello to Tabitha,” Jazzy told her son. “She’s your uncle’s special friend.”

“Hi,” the little boy said looking at Tabitha from under his dark lashes.

“Hi. Your uncle talks about you all the time. It’s nice to meet you.” Tabitha couldn’t help but stare at the little boy. He was beautiful. His hair was ink black and his eyes were cornflower blue. He was pale, but had a natural blush across both cheeks.

“Daddy is being mean,” Blake told his mother.

“What’s daddy doing to my baby?” Jazzy cooed.

“Tickle monster!” Blake said indignantly.

“Do you want mommy to get him for you?”

“Come on Jazzy, you’re going to make him a mama’s boy!” Clay exclaimed walking up and reaching for Blake.

“No daddy!” he screeched giggling.

Tabitha gasped. Wes smiled.

She whirled around. “Clay and Jazzy are—uh.”

“Blake’s parents,” Wes offered.

She studied his face, not amused that he was making light of her shock. She turned back to the trio. “I didn’t know you guys were married.”

“We’re not,” Jazzy said handing Blake to Clay.

“Oh.” Jazzy blushed.

“Clay bursa sınırsız escort and Jazzy are in a relationship, its not public knowledge.”

“Female fans like to think they actually have a chance at him,” Jazzy explained.

Clay kissed his son’s round cheek and set the boy down. Blake promptly ran off toward the back of the house. Tabitha’s eyes went wide when Clay slid an arm over Jazzy’s shoulder. “We’ll make it official soon,” he said kissing Jazzy’s forehead.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Tabitha asked turning back to Wes.

He shrugged. “Not my secret to tell.”

Tabitha studied him for a moment.

“Come on,” said Jazzy tugging on Tabitha’s arm. “You guys are the last to arrive. Let’s get my birthday party started.”

The party was loud and raucous. All the members of Sickly Sweet were there, as well as some people Jazzy worked with at her day job. Wes had met them all before and introduced Tabitha. She looked a bit overwhelmed by the time she’d met everyone. She held the Smirnoff Ice that Clay had given her, but he’d yet to witness her take a drink. The background music was Alternative music from the 90’s, the songs his sister had loved growing up. The CDs he’d stolen from her room and listened to. Most of them were songs that had influenced his taste in the music he wrote, listened to, and played.

Wes grabbed Tabitha’s hand and pulled her out the back door. Jazzy and Clay lived in a two-bedroom condo with an unfenced back yard. Behind the row of houses was a steep hill, just over it were rows of cookie-cutter houses on streets and cul-de-sacs. Blake loved to climb half-way up the hill and roll down it. Jazzy hated when he did it, because by the time he got back down to their back yard, he was dizzy and stumbling.

Wes took the bottle from Tabitha’s hand and set it down on the small wrought-iron patio table beside them.

“Are you okay?” he asked gazing down into her eyes.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just really loud in there. I’m not used to being around so many people in such a small space…plus the music.”

“Rock stars must to have decent sound systems,” Wes offered.

She laughed and glanced through the French doors at the other party guests. “Becca isn’t here.”

Wes nodded and pulled her into a hug. “Jazzy and Becca aren’t exactly best friends.”

“I could pretty much tell by the way Jazzy talked to her at the bar.”

Wes laughed. “Yeah, Jazzy is kind of a bitch to Becca. She wouldn’t have anything to do with her if Becca and weren’t friends.”

He felt Tabitha stiffen in his arms. He silently hoped she wasn’t the jealous type. Becca was no threat to Tabitha and his friendship with her was strictly platonic.

“Becca won’t be upset about not being invited? I mean, absolutely everyone else is here.”

Wes shrugged, pulling her closer against his chest. “Becca probably wouldn’t come if Jazzy invited her.”

“There’s something I don’t get,” said Tabitha stepping back and out of his embrace.

He stayed silent, waiting for her to continue.

“That night at Rock Hard, Jazzy said that Becca is waiting for you to fall in love with her. What’s that about?”

Wes sighed and turned away from Tabitha. He watched his sister through on the other side of the glass doors for a moment, she was in deep conversation with Nora, Spencer’s long-time girlfriend. He thought about yelling at her for saying that shit in front of Tabitha…but it was her birthday and he didn’t want to be the one to piss her off on her birthday.

When he turned back to Tabitha, she was looking uncomfortable…as if she regretted saying anything about it.

“Do you want the whole story?” he asked.

“Why not?” she shrugged.

Wes huffed out a breath and pitched his hands through his hair. “Okay, Becca worked part time at Life Sounds when I first started there. She had just graduated from Adam’s University and was working there until she found a real job. We started hanging out because I didn’t know anyone in town besides Mr. Dennis and Jazzy. We didn’t date or anything, we were just friends for almost a year…even after she quit the music store.”

Tabitha nodded.

“Well, somehow she found out that I used to be in a band that did pretty well. Suddenly, she starts flirting with me and asking me out on actual dates. I was pretty shocked because she’d been adamant about wanting us to stay friends. She got drunk one night and told me that she wanted to marry a man with money. It didn’t matter if he worked for it or inherited it. It didn’t matter if she was a first wife or a fifth wife. She just wanted someone to give her the means to do whatever she wanted. She still doesn’t remember telling me all that. Anyway, I wasn’t comfortable with the idea of dating her since she didn’t want anything romantic with me until she found out that I might have some change in the bank.

That’s Jazzy’s beef with Becca. Jazzy thinks she’s shallow and makes no qualms about telling her that whenever possible.”

“So,” Tabitha said slowly, bursa üniversiteli escort “am I in Becca’s way here?”

“She might think that,” Wes said crossing his arms. “Thing is, I know for a fact that she maintains our friendship in hopes of catching some musician friend of mine unaware and getting him down the aisle.”

Tabitha smiled.

“You should have seen her face when she met Clay. She couldn’t form words for about an hour. Then she went into full flirt mode and Jazzy almost murdered her on the spot.”

“Does she still want you?” Tabitha asked.

“Becca is a mystery. She ignores me when she’s got a man and she makes lame attempts to get my attention when she doesn’t.” Wes slid an arm around Tabitha’s waist. “You don’t have anything to worry about, though.”

Tabitha frowned up at him. “Who says I’m worried?” She rolled her eyes. “If she wants you that bad, she can have you.”

It was his turn to go rigid. Wes let his hand slip from Tabitha’s waist and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Okay. I’m going to get back inside and get some cake.”

He saw her eyes go wide, as if she realized that she’d said something wrong, but Wes didn’t feel like giving her a chance to apologize. He was well-aware of what she thought about their relationship, which wasn’t much. Instead of letting her feel guilty for the rest of the night, he forced a smile. “Should I bring you a piece of cake?”

“Uh…no,” Tabitha sighed. “I’ll be right in.”

***

Tabitha stared into the Subzero and bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing. It looked like one of the refrigerators on MTV Cribs. Every shelf was full of food. There were countless cans of soda, juice boxes, lunchmeat, and vegetables. Tabitha stared into the vegetable drawers. They were stuffed with produce: carrots, celery, leeks, broccoli, tomatoes, and bell peppers. Dion had come a long way. They’d grown up with a box of baking soda and crisper drawers full of pudding cups.

“Are you going to stand there letting the cold air out of the refrigerator or are you going to come over here and drink this tea I took the time to make?” Dion called from the table.

Tabitha shut the door and glowered at her sister. “Tell me again why growing a baby in your uterus makes your ass get fat…well fatter.”

“You’re such a bitch,” Dion grumbled.

Tabitha smiled. “I learned from the best.”

“I did study at the feet of the master.”

“Speaking of the master,” Tabitha said tapping a nail on the side of her teacup, “your mother called last week asking for money to get Pete out of trouble.”

“Ech.” Dion wrinkled her nose. “She’s back with that jerk?”

“Domestic assault charges…so, yes.”

Dion’s jaw tensed and she didn’t say anything for a few minutes.

Tabitha put her hand on Dion’s arm. “What’s the deal, Dee? You seem to hate Pete more than any of the other men mom dated.”

Dion ran her hand over the high-polished table and frowned.

“Come on, Dee, tell me.”

“Besides the obvious?”

“Yeah,” said Tabitha. “Besides treating us like shit or ignoring us while using our mom for anything she had.”

“Yes, the obvious. He used to do his best to catch peeks of me naked.”

Tabitha recoiled, but grabbed Dion’s hand in a vice grip. “Omigod.”

“Yeah,” Dion sighed, “Pete is the reason he moved out. One night, I was getting in bed and he opened our room door. He just stood there and stared at me for fifteen minutes. I pulled the covers up to my chin and closed my eyes. I’d never been so scared in my life. When he left, I cried myself to sleep.”

“Holy crap, Dion! Where was I?”

“I put you to bed early that night. You had the fifth grade placement tests the next day.”

“Did he touch you?”

“No. The next day, I moved out. I went to live with my friend for a couple weeks until I got in touch with Derrick. He was still living with his dad and going to Community College, but he got me in touch with a really nice social worker. I was legally emancipated in a few months and I came back for you.” Dion gathered both Tabitha’s hands in hers and squeezed.

“Months?” Tabitha repeated. “You were gone for months?”

Dion nodded.

“No, but I remember you being there. You were always there.”

“I would get to school to pick you up and walk you home. I helped you with your homework, made dinner, and waited for mom to get home. Since I wasn’t there to babysit, she couldn’t go out as much. She was not the best mother, but even she knew not to leave your badass at home alone!”

Tabitha smiled and tried to blink away the tears that were forming. “Why, Dee? Why did you come back for me? I never understood that. You had your freedom and you gave it up to raise me.”

Dion sighed. “If Pete the perv could even think about doing something with a seventeen year old, he wouldn’t hesitate to do something to a nine year old. You were all alone and she sure as hell wasn’t going to protect you.”

“Thank you, Dee. bursa ucuz escort I can’t say it enough. I know you sacrificed for me, but I never knew how much. I still don’t understand how you got Rick to marry you with an obnoxious teenage sister in the picture.”

“I think it was my name Dionysus, he probably thought I was the bastard child of some Greek billionaire.”

“I had no such ideas,” Rick said walking into the kitchen and kissing the top of Dion’s head and rubbing her baby bump. “I saw a beautiful woman that didn’t fall for my crap, and had a seemingly endless capacity to love.”

Dion mouthed, “Full of shit.”

Tabitha giggled.

“Don’t listen to her,” Rick said kissing Tabitha’s cheek. “Besides, you weren’t that obnoxious.”

“Thanks,” she said rolling her eyes.

“Will you be staying for dinner?” Rick asked.

“No. I’m having dinner with Wes tonight. I’ll leave after the kids get their homework done.”

“You and this Wes guy are pretty serious, huh?” Dion said with a knowing smile.

“No, we’re not,” said Tabitha defensively. “You know I don’t do serious.”

Dion frowned. “This is the longest relationship you’ve been in since…”

“Ever!” Rick offered from behind the refrigerator door.

“Yeah, ever. Almost a month for you is serious.” Dion said with a nod.

“No, it’s not serious!” Tabitha snapped, “And how come he doesn’t get lectured about leaving the refrigerator door open?”

Dion shrugged. “He bought it and the contents therein, and pays for the electricity that keeps it running.”

“Fine, next month I’ll pay the electric bill in this gargantuan house just so I can stand in front of the open door letting the appliance bulb give me a tan.”

“Cool,” Dion said, “I’ll send you the bill when it arrives.”

“Oh, shut up, you know I’m not paying the electric bill.”

“Of course I know that! I also know that you’re trying to change the subject and I’m not going to let it happen.”

Tabitha heaved a sigh. “Please, Dee, I don’t feel like hearing a lecture from you and your sidekick about finding the right guy and settling down. Just because the two of you found each other, doesn’t mean I’m on some perpetual manhunt.”

“Good!” said Rick shutting the refrigerator and popping the tab on his soda. “I don’t want to think of you hunting for a man. It’s so desperate.”

“That’s right,” Tabitha said crossing her arms. “One thing I’m not is desperate.”

Dion just rolled her eyes.

***

Wes was nervous on the elevator ride to Tabitha’s office. They were supposed to meet for lunch, but Mr. Dennis closed the shop early. Wesley suspected it was to save on electricity since they hadn’t had a customer all morning and there were no lessons scheduled that afternoon. So, he’d showed up to Tabitha’s office, nervous about surprising her.

He hadn’t had time to go home and change, so he’d put his leather jacket to cover up his work shirt. He didn’t want to embarrass her by letting all her desk jockey co-workers know that she was seeing a salesman.

Tabitha smiled when he walked into her office. That relaxed him right away. Then, she got out of her chair, rushed to him, and kissed him long and slow. She was definitely happy to see him, and parts of him were a bit too happy to see her. He pulled away.

“What are you doing here?” Tabitha asked. “I thought we were meeting at one.”

“Closed early,” Wes whispered touching his forehead to hers. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, it worked.” Tabitha stepped back and frowned. “It’s June, aren’t you hot in that thing?”

Wes shrugged. “I’m still wearing my work clothes.”

Tabitha rolled her eyes. “Take that off. I don’t care if everyone thinks you’re a dork that tucks in your shirt. I know the truth.”

Wes laughed but took off the jacket that was indeed a bit smothering at high noon on a summer day.

“Much better,” said Tabitha with a wink. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready to go.”

Wes took a seat and gazed around her office. The decorations were professional, but he could see her personality in there. For example: the bright orange vase on the floor beside her desk and three Jack Vettriano prints on the walls. The colors were bold, just like Tabitha.

“Done!” she said after a few minutes.

“Tabitha!” Laura sang from the door way.

Both of them turned to look at her. Tabitha bit back a snarky comment and smiled. “Yes, Laura?”

“We have a lunch meeting in a few minutes; oh…I didn’t realize you had company.”

Tabitha rose from the high-back office chair and glared at Laura. “Not even when he walked right past your desk?”

“I don’t pay attention to strangers wandering around the office.”

“Well I won’t count on you to raise an alarm if someone decides to go on a murderous rampage one day.”

Laura didn’t respond. She was staring at Wes.

“Besides, I can’t make the meeting. It wasn’t on my schedule and I have prior plans.” Tabitha pulled her purse from the bottom drawer of her desk and went around the desk.

“Oh, really?” Tabitha was still watching Wes, tracking his movements as he rose and put a hand on Tabitha’s lower back. Her eyebrows went up when she noticed what he was wearing.

“Yes, really Laura. Now could you stop loitering in the doorway so we can leave?”

“Are you guys dating?” Laura asked, not even pretending to budge.

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Kama Sutra Ch. 03

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Babes

All characters are above 18. All reading also must be above 18.

This is an Incest story between Mother and her Son.

It is a long story, in a taboo subject. This Chapter might be better if read After Chapter 1 – yin yang and Chapter 2 – rodeo

Kama Sutra is an ancient Indian text written in Sanskrit and is not just a sex-guide as it is projected out by many, although sexuality is at its core. The positions associated with Kama Sutra are playful take by the philosopher Vatsyayana who many centuries earlier addressed sexuality as a tool for a better life, better relationships, and emotional fulfillment of society.

I can’t claim to be an expert on Kama Sutra, or even close to knowing enough about it and I have taken liberties for the sake of the plot.

Enjoy…

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Seduction

Later that night, at the dinner table, Mom imagined it would be the best time to discuss what had happened earlier during the day.

On the drive home, we both were awfully quiet, lost in our own thoughts. I, for one, was giddy.

I was obviously bustling with euphoric energy and excitement, trying desperately hard to hide my exuberance.

Playing with her food on the plate, Mom said, “Adam, can we discuss what happened earlier today.” It was more of a statement than a question. As if she had made up her mind what to say.

My answer was rather muted, “sure.”

“You are aware what happened earlier was an exception and cannot be considered, by any measure, a standard around here.” Again a statement, not a question.

My reply was again straight, “yes, Mom.”

“Things did go overboard, but we must ensure this is restricted to the shoot, and then we return to our normal lives.” Mom’s statement was — a matter of fact — but it carried the underlying confirmation, that for the rest of the shoot, we were going ahead with some relaxations.

If I could, I would have been more vocal, but I surmised myself with a silent sigh of relief.

I nodded.

Having said her piece, there was a lot of what she meant but did not say. Yet, I understood almost all of it.

She changed the subject to something more mundane, and slowly we veered back to the shoot and talking about the next day’s positions.

Like in the past couple of days, the discussion about the sexual positions for the shooting and their pros-and-cons were par-for-the-course. There was no embarrassment around discussing the positions; it was work.

Later that night, I joined her in her bedroom just as she walked out of her en-suite bathroom in a small negligee. She wasn’t surprised to see me, and that meant I was right — we could go ahead with our supposed practice sessions.

What had started with some harmless hugging and cuddling, in order to practice getting comfortable with each other’s bodies, had, with time, gotten hotter and steamier.

Over the past ten-odd days that I had been sleeping in Mom’s bed, we had graduated from cuddling and spooning to kissing and then making out. Barring the first night, Mom had worn the bodysuits she had purchased that stuck to her like a second skin. I had made the most of the opportunities that the bodysuits offered. Their extremely-thin and very smooth fabric only added to the experience.

Things had changed over the last two days, especially today. The negligee that Mom wore was apparently a sign of things going to the next level, or probably resigning to the pointlessness of a buffer. After all, we had seen each other naked. Well, more than that, we had played with each other naked. Her negligee reached her upper thighs. It was one with a blue silky fabric and white linings on the edges. Two very-thin straps on her shoulders, holding it up.

It was my turn to change the tone of what would follow. I reached the side of the bed and pulled my t-Shirt off. Around the same time, Mom reached her side of the bed; brought her hand up slowly, and dragged the negligee straps off her shoulders one at a time. I pulled my boxers off, trying not to rush things.

With just one move, our relationship had traveled so far ahead as if Moon was a walkable distance from earth. She voluntarily stripped to get in the bed with me. This was portentous.

Mom kept her panties on and climbed the bed, momentarily turning her back towards me, before getting under the thin covers. I was already halfway in the middle of the bed. My right hand stretched next to her pillow before she laid back, to ensure that she was on my arm as she slowly rolled back.

As soon as she was straight on her back, I rolled my arm inwards and got her to turn into my chest within seconds. My left hand went behind her back to pull her further in, and my leg climbed outside her thigh to shove my hard dick into her panty-covered pussy mound.

If the previous few nights were any sign of how things were going to go, then she would let me play with her body all night long. I managed to do that and much more.

When we woke up the next morning, her breast was firmly within my mouth as I sucked her calmly and escort bayan luxuriously. Her hand in my hair, rolling her approval and confirmed her love for me.

During the night, I had slipped lower and had made the most of the opportunity to sleep in her bare chest, warm, supple, perfumed, and divine.

Both of us made no rushed effort to disentangle, even as we slowly woke up to the realization of our entwined embrace. I was half on top of Mom, going after her right nipple. My hand way below on her back, cupping her panty covered bun, holding her closer.

Her left hand, which tousled my hair, was coming from under my neck, and her other hand was loosely parked on my shoulder.

Without having sex, we had achieved a level of intimacy that was beyond erotic.

Around noon, we ate a late brunch and got ready for our eventful afternoon. We were very relaxed and at ease. This helped the mood monumentally.

Around 2 pm, we entered the mansion-turned-studio with Mom holding my hand.

In the make-up room, Mom exclaimed, “Hey, Alex,” as if meeting an old friend and hugged her lightly along with an air-kiss next to her cheek.

‘Hello, to you too,” Once done with her greeting cum hug, she stepped back to appreciate Mom and added, “you look beautiful.”

“thank you.” Mom took the compliment with modesty.

Mom left me with Alex to meet with Megan upstairs. “I’ll go check with Megan and join you in a bit.”

Alex complimented me only after Mom was out of the room. “Hello, Adam. Let’s start.”

“sure,” I responded.

In about twenty minutes, she was done with me, and Mom joined us back, satisfied with what she had seen upstairs. By the time Mom came, I had already put my robe on and was going to step out.

As Mom got ready, I joined Megan upstairs to inspect the settings for the shoot.

We were in the same room as the previous day; with the same revolving bed, the curtains, the mirror, and the camera and equipment. Apparently, the Female on top and Male on Top versions were to be done in the same backgrounds.

With not much else to discuss, Megan and I went through the positions, one final time, which we were to model for today.

She told me of a change that Mom had discussed with her in the last hour or so. We were to start with a slightly modified Missionary position that was not scheduled earlier. It made sense that we won’t have to go for the aspirational shots straight up.

These would be followed by the sequences that were confirmed earlier, the Lowered Lotus, Proffering, and finally, Seduction. Of course, by now, we knew there could always be spontaneous deviations, and we would deal with those on the fly.

Whenever Mom entered a room, it was a moment to behold, every time. More so now that I was in awe of her beauty. Others in the room, I bet, were no different.

She looked radiant, and she was glowing thanks to Alex’s handiwork. After some brief prep, Megan signaled that we are good to go ahead. Moments later, I took off my robe, as did Mom simultaneously.

Alex automatically gravitated towards Mom and brushed the little nothings on her beautiful subject. Just as Mom headed towards the circular bed, Alex did the superficial brushwork on my back to take some shine off.

I joined Mom on the bed with a semi hard-on in front. But this time around, I was neither embarrassed nor worried. With the experience of the previous two days, I was confident my dick would be at its hardest today.

Mom had reached her marked position, and I wobbled ahead on my knees. Mom opened her legs almost two feet apart to allow me to come between her legs. Her open legs reminded me to look between her thighs, and I redirected my eyes away from her heaving breasts to her pussy. As she opened her legs, layers of skins parted on her pussylips to reveal the pink insides, sending tingles through me.

I badly wanted to dive into her thighs and kiss and lick her. I wanted to forget the positions and restart our endeavor from the beginning. I was almost drooling, my eyes sparkling. Mom’s legs, on impulse, tried to come together. But I was on my knees in between, and that wouldn’t be possible. Her legs touched my sides, and I looked up towards her and saw her looking towards me.

She was self-conscious for a moment. Both of us smiled at each other, affirming what was to come next. My dick was now hardening up every passing second.

We both impatiently looked towards Megan, who nodded almost instantly her approval, “yup.”

I took a few more steps forward on my knees and firmly spotted myself high, in between her thighs. Then I bent forward, and my palms landing on the mattress on both her sides. I knelt until my head reached above hers.

I pressed my chest downwards, bending my arms on the elbows; our eyes locked, my lips landed on hers. She reached up with her hands circling my neck and pulling me forward into her. The mutual eagerness made our lips squash more than we both intended. Instantly increasing pressure in my palms, I pressed down into bursa vip escort the mattress; pulling my chest and head up just a tad to ensure our lips didn’t unlock, and we kissed merrily. Mom clung to my neck, and I kept my hands on the bed.

Our first few kisses were urgent, and then we slowed down to enjoy the dueling tongues. Our heads twisting every few seconds to find an improved angle for our tongues. I loved the foreplay.

“mmm,” moaned Mom.

My cock had nestled between her pussylips full length. Inadvertently, I was hotdogging her pussy with the length of my cock. My butt moved in a light slow motion on her pussy, trying to find a comfortable channel to plow.

As we kissed lovingly, Mom’s moved one of her hands from my neck to behind my back and pulled me towards her. I got the message and released the pressure on my arms to mash my chest into her breasts. I brought my hands behind her, one under her shoulder and the other behind her head, lifting it into my mouth. My elbows holding my weight from off her.

My slow bucking got its desired results down below. Her pussy was now wet and gooey. Without attempting to hold my cock in my hands to make it enter her pussy, I raised my butt on an angle pulling back enough that my erection slowly receded to her entry gates. She realized my intent instantly and tilted up her butt slightly.

Having permission to fuck your mother is the greatest joy in the world. I just received that lottery ticket, pre-destined for a win.

My hips held the cockhead on her pussylips only for a fleeting moment, and then I pressed forward to enter her. Inch after inch, I embedded my cock into her wet pussy and was blessed with the most exhilarating feeling.

My lips left hers as both of us grunted, “mmmmmm.”

As soon as we achieved bottom, Mom squeezed her pussy from inside in appreciation, and I twitched my cock inside her to welcome her gratitude.

We reattached our lips and entered into our world of sexual bliss.

I was jerking in and out of her at a slow and loving pace. There was no perceivable reason for me to rush.

Belatedly, I opened my eyes and saw that Mom. looking towards me. She gave a passive signal to move ahead by altering the rhythm we had, and I understood what was expected of me.

Megan was clicking pictures happily. Shooting instructions, which I doubt Mom or I were interested in listening to.

When changing positions, I only took a moment to recollect what was supposed to be my next move as we got into the Lowered Lotus position.

I brought my right hand from under Mom and put my palm facing down on the bed, on her left. I pulled out my left hand from behind her neck and pushed it under her butt, grabbing her buns in my open palm and on my forearm.

Slowly I raised myself to my knees, pulling Mom with me, assisted by my hand under her butt. My right hand supporting the push upward. As I went to my knees, I dragged Mom towards me, my cock still impaled inside her.

As Mom got comfortable, She lifted her legs behind my ass and interlocked her feet to tighten the grip between her thighs. I was kneeling forward towards her, and my hand clutching her butt easily held her in place, my cock immersed in her pussy.

Remembering the referral shot from the earlier discussions, it was certainly easier than it seemed at that moment. It could well be because Mom was light enough for me.

With my head a foot or so above hers, I could see Mom’s face flushing as I started plunging into her again, only to pull back slowly so as not to withdraw completely. It sure needed some strength in the arms to hold on to Mom and my own weight leaning forward, but I was high on adrenaline.

Mom was panting, heavily though she didn’t make too much movement except for jerking her hips in ecstasy.

By my tenth shove, she was cumming and grunting simultaneously. “aah,” “aah,” “uuhh.” She tried desperately to decibel levels muted, her lungs exulting on their own.

I was determined to let her enjoy her climax and kept bucking and nudging into her regularly, only more vigorously. Eventually, her feet unlocked from behind my back and rested on my sides, though my hand on her butt didn’t let her legs go all the way down.

Her feet held some of her weight, and that relaxed some of the pressure from my shoulder. I readjusted my hold under her buns.

As she looked towards me lovingly, she switched towards our next set, Proffering. Still trying to regroup her energies, she lazily moved her feet towards her butt until they were parallel to my legs. The bottom of her feet aligned next to my knees on the mattress, and her butt remained in the air holding on to my cock inside her. Mom nudged her pelvis up a little towards me.

Nothing other than the bottom of her feet and her head was touching the bed. She brought her hands to hold her ankles closer and hefted her hips higher to give me a proper angle. And then it was my turn.

I started jacking into her furiously, losing control of the bursa elit escort heavenly figure below me. Mom was leaning away from me, and I had to hold her hips to give me leverage. I pumped regularly into her, and with each jerk shifting her upwards a little. Her face turned beet red from all the blood traveling to her face.

My hands gripped her hips tighter to stop her from getting away from me with each jerk. I pulled her with my every shove, eventually mastering the position of power.

My cock pulsed inside her, besides plunging. Mom felt the commotion inside her pussy. She was looking into my eyes when I started coming into her in droves.

Grunts left my throat, involuntarily, “huh, huh.”

After another few shoves, my hips stopped pumping as I just held her hard, pulling her into my pelvis. My cock was spasming, and its juices gushing into her depth.

Responding to my cock spraying her insides, Mom squeezed her pussy to drag on my cock further in her. My half-open eyelids saw Mom smiling below me, looking towards my overjoyed face. Proffering was a success.

Slowly I realized I had to let Mom down. Both of us had been fucking for over the last thirty minutes, and we were nowhere near done. The best of the position was yet to come. We had the Seduction position to complete, and that would require little time to finish that. I had every intention of prolonging every second of that time.

I touched Mom’s feet on her shins pushing her to fold them back. As she gladly did that, my cock flopped out of her. She dragged her feet all the way back under her ass, even as her thighs remained open. Her shoulders rested on the mattress easing her head straight a little. Even in a somewhat acrobatic posture, she seemed utterly relaxed.

I straightened my legs behind my back to lay above Mom. I moved forward between her legs, getting my dick lined in front of her pussy. My hands held Mom’s and dragged them above her head, stretching her chest. My head came down on her magnetic orb, taking in a nipple. I sucked for a few moments, and I leaned forward and upward. In went my cock inside her pussy, without much ado, and her eyes shut instantly.

Mom savored the pleasure of my entry, her back arched up into my torso. My lips lost her nipple in my upwards move, and I looked down into her joyous face as I entered her from below. My hands held her arms above her head on the bed, firmly but not forceful, stretching her body completely. That made her pussy tighten on my cock, as I tried to plunge deeper.

We had the Seduction position, and I saw Megan right into my face with her camera. Only then did I realize that the bed had been rotating all this while. Mom and I had been so engrossed with each other, at least I can certify I was, that we were oblivious to the presentation factor for our team and audience.

Mom stretched below me had her eyes shut and her lips only open enough to let out mewing sounds, “mmm,” “mmm,” “mmm,” with my every jerk.

I increased my tempo.

Mom’s arms above her head were limp and lay on the bed, even while I had them pinned softly. Her head had tilted sideways as if she was too lost in pleasure to respond to background cues being relayed to her.

Mom’s legs were folded under her butt, pushing her pussy up into my cock that was playing inside her merrily. Mom’s raised butt made her spine arch, pushing her tummy and her breasts into my chest.

My view was the most pleasant. I looked down towards Mom and enjoyed every fraction of every moment, reveling in the fact that the unbounded joy on her face was my doing.

To our credit, we had practiced this position at home because Mom felt it was wildly erotic to look at and was appropriately named Seduction. We both had practiced this a few days back, even as she wore her bodysuit and I was in my boxers. Even the dry fuck session in this lovingly erotic position had us buzzed.

The actual Seduction pose fucking was a hundred times better than our dry fuck session, and Mom’s face right in front of me was proof of that. With our edges off, we took our time with this position and gave no appreciation to the audience.

After many rotations of the circular bed and many minutes of bucking, pushing, and pulling, I felt Mom spasm rapidly below me. My cock was rubbing her clitoris even as her stretched body tightened every muscle in her, including her pussy around my dick.

Mom was silently shaking in my hands, too overwhelmed to even making noises other than mewing. I knew her convulsions were a testament to our successful endeavor.

Long after Mom had orgasmed, I kept my fucking going. I wondered if I could go on long enough to make her cum once more, but she eventually went limp. I was going to cum, but I held back. I dropped my head on her and started kissing her. Mom responded very softly. She was inundated with our last bout.

I pulled Mom up in my arms, and in her climb up, my dick popped out of her. I heard a soft purr from Mom. Her body had given up, but her mind and heart wanted me to go on.

I kept going up until I was sitting on my knees, and Mom was in my arms; feeble, and almost lifeless. Just as we both got on the knees, blood circulation into the rest of her body helped her gain back her bearings. Mom opened her eyes and smiled into my face when she saw me looking at her lovingly.

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Amy looked across the room to where her husband Sam sat alongside her friend Sally, she noticed that he had his arm along the back of the sofa and his fingers were gently brushing Sally’s shoulder.

The evening had gone well, although disappointingly for Amy not quite as well as she had hoped, they had been out for a meal in the quiet little town of Bridgenorth which was nearby. The conversation had been fun and there had been lots of flirting, her pulse had quickened when Tom, Sally’s husband had gently touched her leg under the table. She knew by his eyes that he had discovered that she was wearing her favourite stockings and suspenders beneath her thin silk dress.

Amy had hoped that when Tom and Sally came back to her house that things would continue to develop. Tom and Sally were staying the night and Amy secretly hoped that she would be able to satisfy the growing desire between her thighs. She began to think back to when this all started.

Sally was a work colleague at the surgery; she was slightly older than Amy but was slim and attractive. Amy had persuaded Sally to visit the health club and she had enjoyed looking at Sally’s naked body in the sauna particularly her beautiful labia that were barely covered by the very fine blonde curls. Sally also had wonderful breasts thought Amy, though much smaller than her own Sally had nipples that were really prominent when they were erect and Amy was sure that Sam would love to see them close up.

She also remembered the last time Sally and Tom had stayed, when Tom had stopped outside her bedroom door as they retired for the night and she had ‘accidently’ let her top slip to expose her breasts. Unfortunately before he could do more than touch her left breast with his lips they heard the sound of Sam and Sally making their way upstairs. Only later did she find out from Sam, that he and Sally had been having their own fun in the kitchen.

But now the evening seemed to be slowing down, every one was still joking and laughing, the wine still flowed but the spark was missing. As it got later, Amy decided that she would get ready for bed, so she went upstairs and took off her clothes, putting on her dressing gown. When she went down and entered the lounge she was surprised to see that the three of them were now sitting around a small coffee table and Sam had a pack of cards in his hands.

‘Come on’ said Sam. ‘We’re waiting for you, Strip Jack Naked!’

This was it thought Amy, ‘ I’d better pop upstairs and put some on so I can bursa escort bayan loose them then’ she laughed, as she turned to the door her dressing gown fell open briefly giving Tom a glimpse of her shaven pussy.

Within minutes she was seated around the coffee table now feeling that her dreams were about to be realised.

Whether it was the wine or the fact that it felt like everyone had the same thoughts but Sam and Tom were very quickly naked, she looked across at her husband and saw his heavy cock lying across his leg; she looked at Tom and saw that he was trying to hide his erection. She had had licked her lips unconsciously, when she had seen his shaft spring free from the waistband of his boxers as he had lost the last round. It was a contrast with Sam’s although not as thick, it was hard and straight and ending in a wrinkle of foreskin. Somehow she had not expected this, as Sam was cut and the polished end of his manhood was always on display, this would be something new.

As Amy reached behind and unclipped her half cup bra letting her heavy breasts fall free, Sally’s mind was a whirl, she had already felt the bulge that was Sam’s cock when they had stayed before, yet now here it was in front of her. She was so pleased that she had chosen to wear the beautiful lace underwear that had been a gift from Tom. Although she was not the same size as her friend she knew that her breasts had always drawn admiring glances when she was on the beach and she had a perfectly heart shaped arse. In her daze she found that she had lost again and so bending forward she slipped of her bra and self consciously cupped her breasts.

‘Last round then’ said Tom

The cards fell on the table and there it was, Amy had lost, she smiled stood up and slowly removed her thong that was now very damp from her excitement. With that Sally felt all three pairs of eyes on her, so although she was the winner, she stood and moved behind the chair in which she had been sitting and quickly whipped of her last remaining cover of modesty. With that she flipped the lacy thong over towards Sam where by chance it fell over the end of his rapidly growing cock.

Giggling Sally danced around the room with her arms in the air suddenly realising the freedom she felt and with a last twirl she raced up the stairs to her friends’ master bedroom.

Amy quickly followed and joined Sally in the centre of her large bed, giving her friend a lingering kiss on the lips as they lay there waiting for bursa anal yapan escort the boys to join in the fun.

The boys needed no encouragement, and followed the girls upstairs automatically getting into bed on the side opposite their partners.

There was an air of excitement with laughter now becoming replaced by the sounds of deep and passionate kisses being exchanged. At this point Sally who was still unsure, reached up and turned out the main light, so the two couples were gently bathed in the light from the hallway below.

Tom had run his hands all over Amy’s body exploring every crease and mound; he slid down the bed kissing her skin as he went. As he did so he felt Sam also moving down on Sally. So here they both were each exploring the delights of the friends’ wife with their tongues. In the half light Tom looked up the bed and saw that Amy was now kissing Sally whilst at the same time stroking her erect nipples. He wondered how Sally was feeling, he knew that she would be hesitant but hoped she was enjoying it as much as he was. He felt truly aroused as he licked Amy’s naked lips. Surely it will stop in a minute he thought, Sally had stopped taking the pill some 18 months ago as they decided that they would try (unsuccessfully) to have a baby. He reached across to reassure Sally and his hand touched her raised buttock. Before he could work out what was happening he felt the wet shaft of Sam’s cock sitting on the back of his hand and then pushing forward.

Sam had talked to Amy about her adventures in the sauna with Sally and had a wish to see her pert body for himself. This was better than he could have imagined, he had licked her swollen labia and now slowly pushed his cock into her waiting lips

Sally was now lost in her own world, at the back of her mind she knew that she should be taking some sort of protection but a deep desire within her pushed the sensible thoughts to the back of her mind. She felt Sam’s large dick nudging against her, suddenly there was a flood of wetness between her legs and Sam was inside her filling like she had never been filled before. She grabbed his shoulders and began to move urgently against him.

Amy could sense what was going on next to her and wanted Tom to make a move. When he did it surprised her, in one swift movement he lifted her legs so that her knees almost touched her shoulders and plunged his swollen cock into her juicy fanny and proceeded to hammer down on her bursa rus escort like a man possessed.

Both couples were oblivious to the other yet when they came to shuddering climaxes it was within a few seconds of each other.

An air of satisfaction settled over the bed and there were murmured whisperings. After a while Sam needed to visit the bathroom and he slipped quietly out of the side of the bed.

Sally felt Sam move and was filled with an urgent desire to be filled again, so she also slipped out of the bed. Sam came out of the bathroom and found that Sally was blocking his path. Without a word she took hold of his flaccid cock and pulled him towards the guest bedroom. She lay back on the bed and pulled Sam down on top of her. His cock began to grow but she couldn’t wait and grabbing it she pushed the tip inside her. As he filled her up she locked her legs behind his back and began to rock back and forth. It wasn’t long before Sam came again and he rolled onto his side with his cock covered in cum.

Sally became like a woman possessed, she pushed Sam onto his back and sat up, and she then lent across and took his cock in her mouth tasting the mixture of salty and sweet juices. This was something completely new, she had never tried it with Tom despite his requests but something deep inside was driving her on. Working her hand along his shaft she got him hard again.

This time she just wanted to feel the real depth so she sank on to all fours. Sam quickly took the hint and with some help from Sally was once again thrusting deep inside her. This was amazing thought Sally as she reached between her legs and cupped Sam’s heavy balls. Sam was taller than Tom and so was able to really penetrate her, almost to her cervix. Suddenly she could contain herself no longer and let herself go with the powerful orgasm that overcame her.

In the main bedroom Amy and Tom had also been enjoying themselves and had explored each others bodies with Amy riding Tom as though she was galloping across the hills.

As Tom lay back he listened to Sally’s moans for what seemed hours and he realised that the dawn was creeping through the curtains. He looked across and saw that Amy was now asleep, so he left the bed and went along the corridor to the guest bedroom.

In the growing daylight he saw Sally bathed in sweat, vigorously rubbing at Sam’s reddened cock almost willing it to life.

He held out his hand and said ‘Time to swap’ with that Sam nodded and returned to the main bedroom, and Tom sank down beside Sally and caressed her warm and moist body. Gradually they both fell into a deep sleep both in each others arms.

In the morning despite the smiles all round, breakfast was eaten without even a mention of the passionate night which had passed, although they all knew that there would be a next time.

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The thing about twins is that they’re so much alike; and I don’t mean just the way they look, but everything. My boyfriend Steven and his twin brother Shawn have a habit of doing everything together. They’ve won medals in swimming competitions together, learned how to play the guitar together, and they recently graduated from the same class in law school together. That was why I wasn’t surprised when Steven presented his idea to me one night when we were in bed together, sharing our sexual fantasies with each other.

“I’d like to try a threesome,” I said. “With 2 guys. That would be hot!”

Steven grinned.

“Anyone particular in mind?” he asked.

“Brad Pitt and Matt Damon,” I said.

He punished me for my cheekiness by tickling me.

“How about me and someone else?” he said.

“Like who?” I asked.

He pretended to think hard.

“Come on!” I said. “You have someone in mind, I can see it!”

“Well…” he said. “I do have one suggestion… You want someone nice and attractive, like me, right? So… how about Shawn?”

“Shawn?” I said. “I don’t know… do you think he’d want to?”

“Sure, why not?” said Steven. “I know he likes you, and he thinks that you’re pretty… we’ve always had the same taste in women.”

Shawn? I thought about it, and realized that the idea was turning me on. Steven was a hottie, and he was great in bed. The idea of having TWO Stevens in bed with me at the same time… oooooh! Double the pleasure, double the fun!

“OK,” I said. “If he wants to, I’m game!”

Steven and I were celebrating our 1-year-anniversary at his place. Steven’s usually a beer-and-pizza kind of guy, but tonight he had gone through the trouble of cooking pasta for us, and he looked handsome in a black suit. I wanted to jump him the moment he opened the door, but I behaved myself and settles for a hot kiss. I flirted with him all through dinner, and I felt my nipples harden when he cleared the table and stole a kiss from me with each item he took away from the table.

“Go and fix us some music,” he said. “I’ll whip us up a couple of drinks and join you in a minute.”

I bursa eskort wiggled my butt all I could as I walked out of the kitchen, praying that he would hurry up with the drinks. I was so horny! I walked over to the stereo and picked out a CD of sexy loves-songs. No slow jazz or smooth ballads, I wanted some hard, pumping rock n’ roll!

“Here you are, mylady..!”

I turned around. Steven had taken off his jacket and tie, but he looked even more sexy in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He handed me a colourful drink that tasted like fruit. We sat down in the sofa and sipped our drinks. God, I wanted him! He looked at me and winked. That did it. I put my glass on the table, took his out of his hand and put it away – and then I jumped him. He chuckled with surprise and delight as I straddled him and snuck my tongue into his mouth, pressing my lips hard against his, pressing him down on his back on the sofa. I ran my hands through his hair, messing it up, and he pulled the zipper down in the back of my dress, pulling it down to my waist, and lifted me up a little, so he could reach my breasts. He found my right nipple and licked it, put his soft, pouty lips around it, bit lightly in it, breathed hot air over my breast and circled the tip of his tongue around the nipple. I trembled, and felt my pussy getting wet.

“Steven, please!” I moaned. “Fuck me, baby!”

“As you wish, honey!”

The voice didn’t come from the man sucking on my breast, but from the kitchen door. I looked up – and there was Steven, in his black jacket and all, leaning against the kitchen door, giving me a really dirty smile. I looked at him, then at whom I now realized was Shawn, who was smiling just a s wickedly as his brother.

“You don’t mind, do you?” said Shawn. “Steven said that you two had talked about this..?”

If I had been horny before, it was nothing compared to what I felt right now. I was actually going to fulfill a fantasy tonight. I was going to have sex with two men at once – two gorgeous, sexy men!

“Get over here!” I said to Steven, smiling with anticipation. “And bursa merkez escort you”, I said to Shawn, “don’t stop what you’re doing!”

The boys did as I told them. Shawn moved his attention to my left nipple, and Steven positioned me on all four, pulled off my dress and my panties, and got behind me. He leaned down and licked my clit from behind. Now I was being doubly stimulated, and I held on to the back of the sofa with one hand to steady myself. Shawn made electric impulses run through my body down to my clit, where Steven made them even stronger. I got a vision of the game kids play when they communicate with each other through a home-made phone, made out of two plastic cups and a string. Steven and Shawn were talking to each other through my body. The first of many orgasms that night, spread through my limbs like rings on water. I shouted, and my body shook violently. Shawn and Steven took charge, and turned me over on my back.

“Go on!” said Steven, and his brother quickly stripped out of his clothes and positioned himself between my legs.

His dick looked just like Steven’s. Long and thick and wonderful, crowned with thick, curly hair, a few shades darker than that on his head. Shawn lifted my thighs up, and put my legs over his shoulders, and then he slowly pushed his cock in between my lips, and sank deeper and deeper into me. I groaned happily. Steven kneeled next to the sofa and kissed my shoulder.

“Do you like this?” he said. “Do you like my brother’s cock in your pussy?”

“Yes!” I said. “God, yes! Come on, Shawn! Fuck me!”

“You heard the lady, Shawn,” said Steven. “Fuck her!”

Shawn smiled at me, and slowly withdrew himself almost all the way out of me, and then rammed al he had back in. I gasped, and Steven kissed me again. I closed my eyes, and floated away. My boyfriend was kissing me and playing with my nipples, and his brother was fucking me, but slowly, slowly, making me squirm. I tried to rub my clit to get some relief, but Steven took hold of my wrists and held my arms over my head.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he said.

“I bursa ucuz escort looked at him, my eyes dizzy with the building lust inside.

“I want to cum,” I begged. “Please, let me come!”

“Not yet, baby,” he grinned.

Oooooh, they were torturing me! I was so horny I could feel my juices drip down on my ass, and I tried to wiggle my butt to get in a better position, so that Shawn would hit my G-spot and make me come, but it was hard to move when he held me tight like that.

“You’re being nasty!” I pouted.

“Oh, am I?” said Shawn. “OK, then – you asked for it, little lady..!”

He shifted angle a little, and pressed me against his crotch, increasing his speed, pounding me fast and hard. I came almost immediately, but he didn’t slow down, just kept thrusting into me as if my pussy had been nothing more than a fuck-hole, just a thing to use to get his own orgasm, and not a part of my body. And strangely enough, this turned me on even more. I came three more times, each time stronger and longer, it seemed. Then he quickly pulled out of me, and shot hot cum over my belly and my breasts, grunting loudly as he came. I smiled at him, and he smiled back, and kissed my cheek.

“Whow!” he whispered. “You’re hot!”

Steven and Shawn switched places, and my boyfriend entered me, fucking me with short, sharp strokes, making me grunt for each push. Shawn used his own cum as lubrication, and smeared it over my nipples, using his still hard dick as a brush. I put my left arm around him, and touched his warm skin. Shawn moved down, watched his brother’s cock slide in and out of my wet pussy, and then he bent down. I felt his soft, wet tongue slide in between my lips and find my clit. He was just as good as Steven when it came to licking. I grabbed on to the sofa and felt my eyes fill with tears. Steven’s cock in my pussy and Shawn’s tongue on my clit… My orgasm was so intense that I fainted. I have never fainted before in my entire life, but this was too intense for me.

When I woke up, Steven and Shawn were dabbing my face and chest with wet, cold rags.

“Honey, are you OK?” Steven sounded worried.

“I’m fine,” I said, and sat up.

“You gave us quite a scare, said Shawn, looking relieved.

“Sorry,” I said. “It was just so intense! I’m allright now. Can we go again? Only this time in the bedroom? I want some room to… move around.”

The guys lifted me up, and led me towards the bedroom…

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There is a knock at the door. She doesn’t answer because she is lying in her bed. Fantasizing about the guy who lives upstairs. Masturbating.

The person at the door is extremely persistent

“Hold on a second” she says to the visitor as she quickly rolls out of bed. Searching for something to throw on. Finding a pair of gym shorts on the floor. The visitor does not wait. The door opens.

She freezes. Shorts half way on. No shirt. He just stands there moving his eyes up and down her body. Feeling his gaze she pulls the shorts on all the way. Covering her ass and already wet pussy.

“What were you doing?” he asks as he takes a step forward.

“I was…changing…getting ready for bed,” she says as she pulls on a white T-shirt. Avoiding his eyes.

“For some reason I don’t believe you’ he says as he moves forward. Pushing her against the wall. She can feel his cock pressing into her thigh. “How about you tell me the truth?”

He grabs her arms and holds them above her head. She begins to struggle a little trying to break free. All that she succeeds in doing is make him tighten his grasp and push his body up closer to hers.

“What bursa escort were you doing?” he asks again this time using a harsher tone. Touching her cheek.

“I was…” she pauses. Looks up at him pleading. All he does is smile at her.

“Masturbating” she says in the smallest voice possible turning her head away so that she does not have to make eye contact.

“Oh! Really!?!? Who where you thinking about?” he leans closer and starts to kiss her neck gently biting. “And the truth this time” he moves on to her ear.

“You” she says eyes fixed onto the floor. He lets her arms go.

“Do it again.” He demands as he backs away.

“What?” she gasps

“I said do it again! Take off your clothes lay down in your bed and finger yourself as you think about me.” Another smile spreads across his face. “Think about all of the things that you want me to do to you”

She obeys scared of what he might do if she does not comply. She takes off the white T-shirt and the shorts. Lies down on the bed and closes her eyes.

Her right hand touches her stomach. Moving slowly up toward her breasts. She begins to massage them one bursa escort bayan at a time. She begins to pinch and pull her nipples. As she does this soft little moans escape her lips.

From somewhere in the room she hears the rustling of fabric.

She begins to move her hand down her body. Reaching the mound between her legs. She feels moisture on her inner thigh. She hesitates. Knowing that he is somewhere in the room watching her. Getting off on watching her squirm.

She hears faint heavy breathing.

She remembers how his body felt as he pressed her against the wall. His lips on her skin. The way his cock felt so close to her cunt.. She wonders what his touch would be like. Wonders what he would taste like. Slowly she slips her fingers inside.

She moves her hand slowly. Imagining that her fingers are his fingers, his tongue, and his cock. Moving in and out of her. She moans. She begins to move her hand faster. Thrusting her hips into the air. Rubbing her clit in circles. Applying a slight amount of pressure. She arches her back and moans again this time louder.

In the background she bursa bayan escort hears a zipper fallowed by rapid breathing and a few deep moans.

She doesn’t pay attention though. All she can think f is what he would feel like inside of her. She slips a finger deep inside of her. Then two. Then three. Pretending that her fingers are his cock sliding in and out of tight hole.

She moans and bites her bottom lip. Trying without success to control her cries

With her left hand she reaches up and starts to play with her breasts. Once again pinching and pulling her nipples. Sharp little pains flow though her body. Envisioning his mouth sucking each one. Making them harder. Leaving black and blue marks all over her chest.

She begins to rub her clit again. Faster harder. Hips rising and falling.

Her breathing becomes rapid She moans again and again.

She screams his name. Her entire body tightens up. Something inside of her is building stronger by the second.

“FUCK!” she screams as she comes. Her entire body begins to spasm She begins to moan and whimper yet again. Then her body goes limp and she falls to the bed. Her entire body tingling. She hears a faint “oh shit” from somewhere in the room fallowed by the sound of tissue being pulled out of a box. A few minutes later the door opens and he leaves without saying another word.

She falls to sleep wondering what will happen tomorrow when they pass each other by in the hall…

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This is a story about an adventure that I thought up of early on when my wife first started fucking my frineds and doing orn videos. I thought that these would be a great opportunity since we were soon moving from this neighberhood to a new home that we had purchased.

At about 11:30 a.m. Tracy and I went out in the backyard to sunbathe. Our patio is fairly secluded. As we lay there I reached over and began rubbing suntan oil on her back. I slipped the straps of her bathing suit off and worked my way down her back. I then moved to her legs and then up to her ass. I pealed down the bottom of her suit, exposing the globes of her rear. I continued the massage the oil into her body, letting a few drops go down the cleft of her ass. I rubbed it into her and moved my hand between her legs, rubbing the lips of her pussy. She then began to moan. I continued to massage her entire backside, lingering on her ass and cunt at times.

After about 20 minutes I had her roll over onto her back. She quickly pulled her suit up over her breasts and pussy. She looked around to see if any neighbors were watching. None were. In the past we had put on several intense shows for them.

I then began massaging the fronts of her legs. I moved slowly higher and higher until I came to the juncture of her legs. I then moved to her arms. I slowly moved down her chest and slowly creeping back her suit I exposed her breasts to the open air. She quickly glanced around again for some neighborly voyeur but none was to be seen. I rub a fair quantity of oil into her ample breasts while she enjoyed the warmth of the sun. I pulled her suit down further displaying her neatly trimmed mound. I slipped her one-piece suit completely off, baring her fully nude to the sun. I continued working the oil into her skin.

I then reached for a bottle of sexual lubricant and dripped a stream down over the lips of her vagina. She turned her head to the side and relaxed with a moan. While working one hand over her stomach and huge tits, I began to lightly work the lubricant into her pussy lips. To this, she responded with more whimpers. I was getting very hard by this point. So I reached down and removed my bathing suit, letting my hardening cock bounce free against her side. I moved between her legs and lowered my body against hers. I rubbed my entire body up and down hers, using my hard dick as a third hand. I let it especially linger against her clitoris. Slowly, I slid the head of my cock into the folds of her cunt. She responded by moaning and spreading her legs further. She was so wet from excitement and the lubricant that my dick slid all the way in up to the hilt. I rocked back and forth, feeling the sensation around the shaft.

I had another plan in mind so I slipped out of her and just lay there in the sun next to her. Soon, I checked my watch and told her I had to run to work but that she could stay out here and sunbathe.

I knew she was incredibly turned on, but that was part of my plan. I went inside and dressed for work. I came out and told her good-bye. I then drove up the street to where a neighbor was having a patio put in.

The five workers were just finishing and packing up their tools when I approached. I told them that there was a woman who lays out naked in her backyard down the street and often services men when her husband wasn’t home. I told them the address of my house and drove away.

I watched in the rear view mirror as I saw them huddle and look down the street. They suddenly quickened their pace and threw their shovels and wheelbarrows hastily into their truck.

I quickly drove around the block and watched them approach and park in front of my house. They quietly got out and started to walk around to my gate.

I left my car and snuck around the other way and into the house. Through our sliding glass door I could see my wife laying on the patio on her stomach. Through a side window I could see the men sneaking around the other way.

Looking back to my wife I saw her stir and roll onto her back. She looked around and slowly reached down and started to finger her unsatisfied pussy. She reached over and put some more lubricant on her hand and worked it into her lips.

I quickly ran upstairs and loaded up our video camera. I went and checked out a few of the upstairs windows for the best vantage point.

The men had quietly worked their way around the house and were silently taking turns peeking around the corner at my masturbating wife. I went back downstairs and peeked out the window, taking shots of her and her attentive audience. She was lost totally in her activity and didn’t notice the men. Some had removed their shirts.

At this point let me describe each of the men. Three were white. One, the supervisor, about 40 years old. The other two were about 30 and 21. One of the other guys was a latino with the stereotypical macho look-very muscular and tanned. The last man was black and about 6′-4″.

Slowly each of the men moved out from their seclusion and formed a circle around my wife. They bursa escort watched intently as she neared her peak. Soon she gave a low moan, tensed, flushed red and shook uncontrollably. She then laid back and relaxed. In a moment she slowly opened her eyes.

Shocked, she saw her audience gathered around. She let out a small scream and reached for her bathing suit.

The men approached and surrounded her as she fumbled with the suit, trying to find the openings. They knelt next to her enclosing her in their circle. All the while they were complimenting her on her performance.

It was obvious she was panicking, because she took a long time to even begin to get her suit on. In the meantime she kept pleading for them to leave, not paying much attention to their comments.

At this point I thought that maybe she was afraid of being alone. All the other times I was right there are within hearing distance when she was being fucked.

Soon one of the men reached out and stroked her arm. By this time her suit was almost back on and she started to stand up. The men stood around her not letting her leave the patio despite her appeals. By this time they each were rubbing some part of her body, her arms, legs, neck, or back. They stayed away from the more private areas.

Tracy tried to force her way out of the ring but doing so only brought her in contact with one or another of the men. They kept begging her to stay saying that they wouldn’t hurt her. That they only wanted to talk.

She looked around but could see no escape.

Again she push against one of the men but he only embraced her, rubbing his bare chest against her. After a few awkward moments one of the men embraced her from behind. Two others on each side of her each grabbed a leg. Together the three men laid her back on the patio.

She struggled trying to break free but this only caused the other two to each grasp an arm. They held her down as she struggled. After a few moments she tired a little and each man held a limb in one hand while stroking her legs, arms, or neck with the other.

The man at her head cradled her against his crotch as he sat cross-legged. She continued her verbal pleas but slowed her physical resistance. The men continued massaging her gently.

Despite her objections she began to relax and obviously enjoy the ministrations the five hands were giving her.

When she was fully relaxed they loosened their grips with their other hands and soon ten hands were caressing her. They passed around the bottle of oil and began to smooth it over areas of her exposed flesh. The man at her head began moving his strokes from her face and neck ever so slowly, millimeter by millimeter onto her upper chest.

At the same time the men working on her legs moved higher and higher up her thighs.

The men on her arms soon stroked their entire length pausing at the straps on her shoulders.

The large black man had her right arm, the latino her right leg, the supervisor her left leg and the two others her left arm and head. They kept their touching away from her private areas which helped her to relax further.

Soon they prodded her to roll over onto her stomach. She did this with a look of concern and curiosity. They continued to massage her legs, arms, and back. They worked the oil into her gently. She closed her eyes and moaned softly.

The men working her legs moved higher and higher and soon began stroking the exposed areas of the cheeks of her ass. Slowly they moved her suit aside little by little until more and more of her ass was exposed.

She looked back over her shoulder and tried to reach back to pull her suit out of her crack but her arms were gently restrained by the men working her upper body.

They were soon massaging her cheeks gently and sensuously. She again relaxed and closed her eyes.

The men working her upper body slowly pulled aside the straps of her suit so they could have unimpeded access to her shoulders. Again she tried to oppose the action but was gently stopped.

They pull her straps further and further down her arms until the top front of her bathing suit pressed against the ground stopped its progress. At this point they tugged a little harder until it began to slide down over her breasts which were against the pavement.

This caused her to move her arms up in an attempt to push herself up. This only caused her to loosen the pressure against her body and the bathing suit and allowed the men to pull it down clear to her waist, exposing her breasts against the patio.

She immediately dropped back to the ground, attempting to cover herself. She moaned a scared, almost crying response.

The men further reveal her back to the sun and had greater access to her entire back. Her suit now just barely covered her waist and down her crack. The men continued their massage now almost having full access to her entire backside. She soon again relaxed and slowly closed her eyes.

This continued for about another 15 minutes. They then gürsu escort prodded her to turn over onto her back. She reached down and brought her suit up over her breasts and began to turn over.

Once in a seated position she began to reinsert her arms into the straps of the suit but the men gently forced her back and pulled her arms away from the straps. She again moaned her disapproval.

She started to say something but realized it would be of no avail and lay back against the pavement. She had, however, recovered her breasts.

The men again began their sensuous massage. This time the men on her legs became a little more bold in their movements along her legs and up her thighs.

Occasionally they would bump up against her crotch and indirectly rub her cunt with the side of their hands as they rubbed her upper thighs. The men working her arms and upper chest became also more daring and reached more and more under her bathing suit top toward her breasts.

In doing so they pushed further and further aside the material of her bathing suit. Soon she relaxed and again slowly closed her eyes.

The man at her head lowered it to the ground, got up and disappeared around the side of the house. About one minute later he reappeared-naked. His cock slowly rising in a semi-erect state.

He approached quietly and tapped the black man on the shoulder. The naked man reached down and took the place of the black man who got up and also went around the corner of the house.

The naked man positioned himself so Tracy’s arm and hand were between his kneeling legs-her hand inches below his dangling balls.

The black man reappeared sporting a huge member, also semi-erect. He approached and tapped off the man on her other arm. The black man then place himself in a position similar to the man over her right arm. Each man took his turn disrobing around the corner.

Tracy was totally oblivious to this activity. All the while the men continued their boldness in exposing her breast and rubbing her crotch through her suit. It was obvious that despite her objections she was enjoying the attention.

By the time the men were all naked her suit had been pulled down almost to her waist and the men working her upper body had full access to her stomach and breasts. She was breathing deeply and her chest heaved slightly with each breath-a noticeable sign of excitement.

The supervisor, who was working her legs, reached up and moved aside the crotch over her suit. This caused my wife to open her eyes and try to reach toward her exposed cunt. This action only brought her in contact with two excited cocks. She looked left and right and all around and surveyed the situation.

Seeing all these men naked and in various states of excitement caused her to struggle more violently to escape. The men in turn held her tighter. She was not going to escape until they all had their way with her.

The supervisor grabbed the sides of her bathing suit and said, “O.K. Enough of the appetizers. Let’s get to the main course.”

With that he quickly jerked down the suit totally exposing her fully naked body. She tried to kick and squirm but to no avail. She moaned half crying. The supervisor then reached over to the sexual lubricant I had left behind and drooled a large amount down on her pubic hair and over onto her cunt lips.

He gently reached forward and rub in into her lips while two of the men held her legs apart. He rubbed her clitoris for a minute or two and then slowly worked his middle finger into her vagina.

“Boys, she doesn’t need any lubricant. She’s wetter than any I’ve ever felt.”

He reached down and stroked his own cock with lubricant back and forth until it stood totally erect.

He then told the other men to lift her up. Each man cradled a part of her body, controlling her squirming.

They brought her up to waist height. The supervisor then stepped forward between her legs and rubbed his cock up and down her moist slit.

She begged him not to fuck her but her pleas were not even heard. The supervisoer asked the men at her upper body to lift her head so she could see his cock parting her lips.

Slowly he began to insert just the tip a little bit at a time into her vagina. Moving back and forth he lingeringly entered her. After a few minutes of this teasing he was fully inserted.

The other men began to rock her back and forth on his turgid cock. He commented on how great it felt. Tracy looked down between her legs watching intently. She appeared as if she didn’t know whether to enjoy it or to fight back. She slowly began to respond.

The supervisor moved her legs up over his shoulders until her knees were locked up over them. He signaled the others to lowered her to the ground.

Once back on the ground he began his own rhythm-back and forth-slowly and deliberately. She braced herself against the ground still fighting slightly.

Two men at her side, the black man and another placed their cocks into her orhangazi escort outstretched hands. At first she tried to pull away but then they kept forcing her to make contact. Deftly they worked their cocks into her palms. At first she didn’t respond but soon she tightened her gripped slightly. She turned her head to the side relaxed and closed her eyes. The supervisor still worked away between her legs.

Shortly one of the men suggested that she be fully pleasured first. He recommended he make her come first. The supervisor withdrew and the man who made the suggestion dropped between her limp thighs.

He began to vigorously lick her cunt, especially her clitoris. After about a minute she began to respond. First she moaned and then gripped the two cocks tighter and began to stroke them almost subconsciously. The man between her legs carried on his motions. Tracy soon began bucking and stroking the cocks faster and harder.

The man licking her inserted two fingers inside and continued his tongue thrashes harder and faster. After about five or six minutes she tensed and moaned a deep guttural sound as her cunt began to pulsate rhythmically. She relaxed and turned her head to the side-stopping all movement.

The action stopped for a few minutes as she rested and then the supervisor resumed his position between her legs and slowly reinserted his tool.

This time Tracy laid back and relaxed. Soon she even began to respond to his movements. She resumed her tight grip on the two cocks in her hand and slowly began to pump them again. This again triggered the hardening process.

The supervisor pump harder and faster and soon was obviously well on his way. He reached down and locked Tracy’s knees in his arms and pulled her legs up over her shoulders-allowing total deep penetration. She moaned and bucked in response. Soon he rose up on his arms groaned and tensed the muscles of his legs and ass and poured his sperm into her waiting pussy.

She moaned and froze in an effort to feel each squirt of his cock. After about thirty seconds he dropped onto her chest and lay there until his softening cock fell onto her lips.

The men in her hands had pulled free and the black man had moved to the lawn, laying on his back. He called to her stroking his cock and invited her to come over and ride it.

At first she hesitated. I don’t know whether it was because she was beginning to feel guilty and did not want to continue or because she was fearful of the size of his monstrous cock.

It stood up against his stomach, extending about eight inches from its base. She looked at it for a minute as the other men prodded her to try it. She then crawled over toward the awaiting erection.

At this point, I could see come oozing from her cunt. The entire inside of her thighs were coated and it dripped down toward her knees as she crawled along. I zoomed in the camera to get a close-up.

As she approached the sable colored penis she reached forward and touched in gently. She examined it thoroughly. I think she was testing to see if it would bend.

Many times if I used a dildo on her that size she later complained that it hurt because it didn’t bend like a real one.

Then curiously she bent over and began to taste the huge cock. She worked it all over. In the meantime, the others approached and began rubbing her back and ass.

Two men again began rubbing her dangling tits. The latino man moved in behind her and slowly insert his hardened cock into her cunt. To this she responded by glancing back to see who her visitor was and then went back to work on her ebony rod.

As the man pumped her from behind she moaned. She was experiencing for having two real cocks enter her body at the same time. She continued to suck and lick the cock in her mouth, pausing occasionally to feel more completely the penis in her vagina.

After about five minutes the man in her cunt exploded and pulled her tight against his loins. She stopped sucking and closed her eyes, again trying to feel each streaming jet of sperm entering her. He came for almost a full minute and then withdrew.

Tracy then move quickly astride the black man and positioned her cunt above his dick. She rubbed the lips of her cunt against his cock, spreading a mixture of her juices and the semen from the two other men over him.

She then whispered, “Put it in but please go slow.”

He reached down and she raised herself up slightly. She looked down between her hanging breasts and watched as he place the head against her entrance. She began to lower herself, savoring each millimeter of the large cock invading her. She moved up and down slightly, each time taking more and more of the immense unit. After about two or three minutes she finally hit rock bottom. Their pubic bones hit. Tracy threw back her head and closed her eyes, sitting still, feeling the experience of this mammoth tool. Slowly she began to move. Soon she was really getting into it.

The other men again surrounded her and began to stroke her body. She continued to pump the large cock hard and fast. After about five minutes she suddenly got off and urged the black man to do her doggy style.Her favorite position. He pumped her solidly as she let out little squeals and moans with each thrust of his hips.

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…My Initial Transgression Further Continued

The Weekend

Saturday

I sensed a lot more light in the room then there had been when I had fallen asleep—but I didn’t have to open my eyes to know where it came from; it would be morning sunlight streaming through the row of narrow windows near the vaulted ceiling of the bedroom. I hadn’t worried about covering them, since it would take a very tall, extendable ladder for anyone to be able to see into the bedroom from outside, and being so high above the head of the bed, anyone foolish enough to be out on that ladder in the middle of the night—attempting to peek into my bedroom—would have only been able to glimpse the foot of the bed at best. And that portion of my recent debauchery bed would have been cast in shadow, anyway.

I opened my eyes and verified the fact that the sun was, indeed, up by the white textured ceiling of the bedroom being bathed in the sharp brilliance of the sun’s warm light. As far as sensations go, while a glorious event, I grant you, this one was still a fairly mundane occurrence. However, the particular scent I became very much aware of with my first conscious breath—even though it was a newly acquired scent—was now just as firmly ingrained in my mind as witnessing the sun rising in the east every morning.

I slid my eyes to the right and there it was; the source of the scent that breathed more life into me then the morning sun ever had. It was the unmistakable acrid muskiness of young black male genitals. The black cock beside my face didn’t look quite as it had the last time I had seen it; then it had been only semi-erect. I had fallen asleep on Darnell’s shoulder, but had awoken sometime in the wee hours of the morning and the stirring sight of Darnell’s dark crotch bathed in silver moonlight being reflected off the white ceiling had drawn me like magnet. I had slid down, taken it in my mouth, and had been sucking softly, with Darnell barely stirring. And I knew Darnell hadn’t cum, because—sad to say—I had fallen back to sleep—with his thickening cock in my mouth like a big black pacifier—before I could suck him off enough to nut in my mouth.

But now was an entirely different situation. Darnell’s erection was a raging black hardon, jutting up at an acute angle from his groin… like a black guided missile, complete with its angry purple warhead, ready to blast off toward the enemy. So, now would be the perfect time to see how much muscle memory my esophagus had retained from the previous night’s endeavors on behalf of this fine black cock.

I rose up on my elbow, kissed the peeslit, then took the satin smooth crown of his cock into my mouth. ‘Good Lord’ I thought as I began to go down on that cock; it felt somehow harder in my mouth this morning, much harder than it had felt all of the night before. I took another couple of inches of his cock into my mouth, and with the head entering my reflexively relaxed esophagus, I wondered why this was.

Then I felt Darnell’s hand on the back of my head. “Like my piss-hard, Diane?”

I couldn’t turn my head; if I did, I would loose his cock from my mouth and I wasn’t about to do that. So, I scooted around on the bed until I was between his legs and could see his face. I rose up and reluctantly loosed my oral hold on his cock to ask, “Your what?”

“My piss hardon,” he chuckled. “Guys wake up with a piss-hard, Mrs. C. Happens cause we’re young and naturally hard all the time, but also cause we always gotta piss first thing in the morning.”

Well, that answered my earlier musing; Darnell’s cock being hard was the result of him having to pee. “How long can you hold off peeing?”

”Not long.”

“Well, give me some warning before you do,” I said and swallowed his entire cock. I sucked up and down furiously. I wanted see if could make him blow me a morning load of cum before he couldn’t hold back his pee any longer.

I lost as a strong stream of hot piss flooded my mouth. I quickly clenched my hand around his cock, with my thumb pressed tight against the large vein underneath, cutting off the flow of pee, and yanked my mouth off his cock. I was fuming, but with my lips pressed tight together and my cheeks bulging out from the mouth full of Darnell’s piss, I couldn’t read him the enraged riot act that was building inside me. I scrambled off the bed and raced for the bathroom.

Darnell was right behind me as I opened my mouth and spewed his salty piss into the toilet bowl. “I’m real sorry, Mrs. C,” he said remorsefully as he moved in and flipped up the seat. He forced his hard black cock down and pissed. “I tried to hold it long as I could, but the way you was suckin’…”

Hearing the honest apology in his voice, my anger dissipated. Darnell hadn’t meant to pee in my mouth. It had just… happened… partially because of my sucking. “Here, “ I said, wrapping my hand around his, ‘let me hold it for you, Darnell.” My aim was getting better and I played the strong stream of pee around the bowl, unaware that I was unconsciously bursa escort bayan licking the droplets of salty urine from my lips.

But D’bone caught me doing it. “Like the taste of piss, slut?”

I realized what I was doing and ceased immediately. Then, after a long soul-searching moment, I shrugged my shoulders and smiled sheepishly. “It isn’t exactly expensive brandy, nor is it your delicious cum, but…”

D’bone turned so his cock was aimed right at me. “Then, ‘stead of shakin’ the dewdrops off my cock, why don’t you get down on your knees and clean the bore of this black pipe like a real freak slut would?”

It had been a statement, not a question. And it might be going too far, but I wanted to prove conclusively to D’bone that I was far more of a slut than Julie could ever hope to become… badly. I got down on my knees and took the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked. I expected a few salty dribbles, maybe, but D’bone had evidently held back just a little, because a spurt of hot piss filled my mouth. I kept my lips tight around his cock so none would leak out and bravely continued to suck. I received a few more salty dribbles for my efforts, then nothing more.

D’bone pulled his wet cock from my mouth. There was a detectable softness in his eyes and in his voice when he said, “You can spit that in the bowl, if you want, Mrs. C.”

I seriously considered doing just that, but then I contemplated the opposing degenerate alternative for a long second or two. I had already swallowed Darnell/D’bone’s syrupy cum several times already, and was ready to freely admit that I was now helplessly addicted to the salty/sweet jism. So, why not his hot, salty piss, too? Both bodily fluids spewed from his hard black cock and I fully intended to have as much of its hard black length in my mouth—and as often as possible—over the next two days. So, why the fuck not?

Because it was simply too disgusting, that’s why. I had already stepped well outside the limits of acceptable society by having an adulterous unbridled sexual affair with a black guy, and I wasn’t the least bit sorry, nor did I feel any guilt for doing it. But, damnit, I needed to preserve some of my self-dignity, right? With my stomach roiling from the unaccustomed, and unnatural, infusion of the urine that had already trickled down my throat, I leaned over and spewed the mouthful of piss into the bowl. I smiled bravely, as much to myself as at D’bone. “Does holding it in my mouth, for over a full minute, still qualify me as being a really nasty white slut?”

“In royal fucking spades, Mrs. C,” D’bone laughed. “Not even nasty-slut Julie’s done that… for any of us.”

I grinned. I had surpassed a little white slut less than half my age, who was far prettier than me, with a much better figure, and clearly far more experience servicing black cocks. ‘Not bad for a homely ol’ broad,’ I proudly thought to myself. Not too fucking bad at all!

As I soaped Darnell’s strong black body in the shower, I unabashedly revealed my X-rated Shakespearian scenario from the night before to him. He laughed and said that it was a scene the Bard definitely should have inserted into the boring play. It would have really spiced things up.

Darnell’s cock was thickening very nicely in my soapy hand and the hungry look that came into his dark eyes told me that he wanted my naughty sex scene to be fully realized. I was, naturally, in full agreement this impromptu sexual rewrite. I slid my uninspiring white body down the length of Darnell’s lathe black body—the both of us all sudsy and slippery with my rose-scented soap—and knelt before him. I cupped his balls in one hand and thoroughly rinsed off his hard cock. The rich flavor of black cock and the addictive taste of the slimy jism that erupts from one I cannot deny liking… a lot; the bitter taste of soap—not matter how fragrant—I do not.

With Darnell towering over me like a young Moor of Venice, I serviced him in the same way I imagine adoring Desdemona would have serviced her hard-cocked Black Prince; by taking his cock deep in my (now more experienced) throat, grabbing his tight young ass in both hands, and mouth-fucking him to the explosive orgasm he had missed out on earlier by having a piss-hardon. And, just like the adoring Venetian princess I was imaging myself as, I dutifully swallowed every syrupy dollop of my Moorish Prince’s delicious cum.

If poor Othello had not allowed that deceitful Iago to fill his head with unwarranted jealousy, he would not have senselessly murdered his beloved Desdemona, and I know in my heart of romantic hearts, that the brawny Moor of Venice would have received this very same sort of supplicant oral worship from his adoring white princess for many, many years. As well as any other “variations of dutiful servicing” he might have requested of Desdemona, I am certain.

As to just what other sorts of “servicing variations” I might be required to perform for my own Black Prince, I learned in short and, initially, very bursa evi olan escort painful order. Lifting me to my feet, D’bone turned my face to the glass wall and forced my feet wide apart with his own. “Ready to relinquish your cherry to your Black Prince, Desdemona?”

I almost laughed. It had been a number of years since I had lost my virginity. But, if this was the way he wanted to play the scene out… “Yesssssss, my forceful Othello” I fawned in exaggerated supplication. “I am but yours for the taking.”

I wasn’t wrong about losing my virginity way back in my late teens; I was merely mistaken in my belief that I had surrendered all of it. There was a portion of my body that was still…

The firm head of D’bone’s cock was pressed against my anal opening and before I could tense up—let alone draw a preparatory breath—the spongy glans was quickly thrust inside me and was well past my startled sphincter when I screamed, “Take it out! It’s too big… it hurts too much! Take it out, Darnell. Please!”

“Hold still, damnit!” D’bone commanded. “Let your asshole get used to it.” He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “Otherwise…” He pushed another inch of his cock into my raped asshole “…otherwise I’m gonna bury every last inch of it in your ass—right up to my balls—in one push.” He then shoved another inch of cock into my ass for emphasis.

It hurt like the fires of hell were now loose inside my ravaged rectum and I held still—very, very still—in the fervent hope that, like Darnell had said, my asshole would eventually get used to having a fucking log jammed up inside it. The pain did begin to lessen, but only in sorely graduated stages.

“When you think you’re ready to take more, Diane,” D’bone said, “you push yourself back on it.” He still had my hair in his fist. “But get this straight in your mind; I’m gonna fuck your nasty white-slut ass, with or without your consent.” He twisted my head around. “Got it… Slut!”

Being called “Slut!” once more worked its evil black magic on me. I held perfectly still for a few minutes, attempted to control my breathing, then I took a deep breath and looking right into D’bone’s eyes, I tentatively pushed my asshole further onto his invading cock. There had been enough slippery soap on my ass to provide some slickum and, now that the bibulous head was past my sphincter muscle, several more inches of cock more easily followed behind it.

D’bone glanced down between us. “That’s about half of it. You want to take the rest yourself, or you want me to just give it to you?” He looked back up at me. “Just like a real nasty white slut gets herself ass-fucked?”

I’m quite certain my eyes were glazed over with raw lust when I keened, “Give it to me, D’bone! Ram your powerful black cock in my white ass… all of it!”

And D’bone promptly acceded to my deplorable demand. The remainder of his cock plowed into my asshole and the next thing I knew, I was arching my back and bucking my ass on the cock imbedded in my asshole like the insane, nasty white slut he was demanding that I be for him. “Yesssssss,” I hissed, “pound my white ass, D’bone. I want you to pound the ever lovin’ shit out of my slutty asshole.”

I balled my fists and fucked back for all I was worth. The pain had become intense pleasure for me. This was my first ass-fuck and I wanted to wring every delirious moment out of having my asshole’s cherry being taken that I possibly could. I wanted this to last forever, but knew it couldn’t. When I felt D’bone’s cock harden perceptively and begin to throb inside my asshole, I knew the moment had arrived… for him, and for me as well.

We (D’bone and I together) didn’t literally fuck the ever lovin’ shit out of my asshole. Thank God! That would have been entirely too gross. He did, however, do something that jolted me right over the top. With one hand still entwined in my hair—like he was holding the reins of an out-of-control horse, he reached down between my legs, took my throbbing clit in his thumb and forefinger, and jerked it like a tiny cock. That did it for this modern day Desdemona and I came violently the instant he buried his entire cock in my asshole and shot a powerful jet of scorching jism searing into my bowels.

One powerful blast, then a second, a third, and then a forth jet of cum flooded my bowels. And I felt every one of them, even through the crashing waves of my own intense orgasm. When the welcome spurts of his cum no longer bathed the super-sensitive walls of my anal cavity, my rectal muscles reflexively began milking his cock. I was dying. I was already in heaven. White Slut Heaven.

I continued to milk D’bone’s softening cock with my well-fucked asshole. I didn’t want to release it. I turned my head and smiled at him weakly. “Guess I’m no longer any sort of virgin… not now.”

D’bone grinned. “There are a couple of areas where you’re still a cherry, Diane, but we’ll get those taken care of, too… eventually.”

“Oh, I hope so, my big brawny bursa otele gelen escort Moor,” I sighed. “I hope so.”

* *

With the outside doors all securely locked and the heavy drapes pulled closed on any window with visibility into the house, Darnell and I pretty much went about our business stark naked for the entire weekend. When we did wear an item of clothing, for me, it was invariably the smoky, crotchless panties from my diaphanous negligee. Darnell liked seeing me in them, he could see my pussy when I was facing him and he liked the way my cunt opened up whenever I happened to bend over, which I happily did at every conceivable opportunity… and few that were inconceivable.

For me as well, Darnell wore his athletic supporter. I especially liked the way it fit when he was hard; then the head and an inch or two of young black cock would invitingly protrude from the white waistband. I also like the way the jock strap fit across his backside, leaving his cheeks and the crack of his ass exposed, making it easy for me to slide my hand down his tight young ass, then underneath and into the jock from behind to cup and massage his balls. And Darnell liked me doing this for him, too.

Late in the morning Darnell turned the Ohio State game on in the den. Edwin abhorred athletic endeavors of any sort; a quick mind and columns of figures that balanced to the last penny are what did it for him, not muscle-bound bodies sweating and straining against one another over a ball.

I, on the other hand—as I’ve already made you aware, was (and still am) an American Football junkie. I eagerly joined Darnell on the couch and I must say that watching football with some who not only enjoys the game, but is also knowledgeable about its intricacies, was quite refreshing. And watching football with someone who possess a nice black cock, that you can make so nice and so hard in your hand as the two of watch the game, is just as much fun. I did this over and over throughout the first half of the game; stroking Darnell nice and hard, then letting it soften in my hand, then fisting it back to pleasing hardness.

By halftime, Darnell had enough of my ‘get him hard, let it go soft, get him hard’ shit. “Teach you to be teasin’ a black jock,” he snarled. Grabbing me by the hair, he shoved my face into his black crotch. “Suck me off, Slut!” he demanded. “And you best make me nut, have all of it swallowed, and my cock and balls licked clean ‘fore the second half starts.”

I mewed, “Mmmmmmmmmm Hmmmmm,” around his cock, then took it deep into my throat and proceeded to suck him off with an enthusiastic frenzy. I only had about twenty minutes to accomplish my mission and had no time to waste with my own selfish needs… like sucking him off slowly, because I was a blackcock slut who was crazy with lust for having his big black cock in my mouth and down my throat.

With such a restrictive time frame—knowing the effect my vibrating throat muscles would have on D’bone’s cock—I hummed as I sucked him off. I cupped his bloated balls and earnestly massaged them as I swallowed his cock all the way down to my hand, pulled up and swirled my tongue around the swollen head in my mouth, before lunging back down on his turgid black cock. The humming and my insistent ball massaging—along with my voraciously deep-throat sucking worked its magic. Holding my head tight in his lap, D’bone lunged up, burying his throbbing cock in my throat, and exploded. Three hard jet of cum shot down my throat before he relaxed his hold on my head, allowing me to pull up so that the head was in my mouth and I could get a good taste of the next two spurts.

I swirled D’bone’s cum around his cock several times—savoring the exquisite taste of it on my tongue—before swallowing. I then set about sucking and slurping and swallowing the cum from his cock until I could detect no more of the viscous slime on his cock or in my mouth. I then pulled my mouth off his cock and plunged my face into the couch beneath his balls, where I dutifully licked and sucked his drained balls.

I sat up, contentedly licking my lips, in time to see the opening kickoff of the second half. “No delay of game flag thrown for this nasty white slut,” I proudly declared and promptly took D’bone’s deflated black cock back into my massaging white hand.

Ohio State was so far ahead at the end of the third quarter that the game was, for all intents and purposes, over. I spent the fourth quarter openly splayed across the coffee table with D’bone fucking his great black cock into my enraptured pink cunt while we watched to see what the final score would be. The ac-CUM-ulated score that counted most: Me- 3 gratifying cums, D’bone- 2 tremendous CUMS! One of his loads in my belly, the second one leaking out of my well-fucked cunt… I guess you could say we both won.

* *

After supper, Darnell asked if I got any of the porn channels.

“I suppose so,” I answered from the kitchen. “I’ve never bothered to check and see.” We were subscribed to just about everything else on the satellite dish, and the porn channels were all Pay Per View. However, being what I considered to be basically a non-sexual person, I always assumed that Edwin would distain pornography even more than he did sports. “Find one for us and I’ll join you in a minute.”

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I live in a fairly wealthy family. We’re not carefree by any means, but we don’t have to worry. And I’ll admit it, people with money are strange sometimes. My father is the vice-president of a company, and we live in a really nice neighborhood. Our house is big but not lavish, but it’s more than enough for the four of us, including my sister Sara, who is two years older than me. She has long bleached hair, and a nice tanned, tight body. And back to my point about people with money, we’re a lot different than the other families around us. We don’t have dark family secrets, we don’t lie to each other or squabble constantly.

In fact, we all get along really well. My parents are very open with us, and my sister and I were unusually close. Even after my parents gave me the sex talk, my sister told me all of the things they left out, like all of the positions and various activities people did during sex. I always felt close to her, and she genuinely liked me. Sometimes she would come in my room just to be around me, and we would listen to music or talk.

As I neared eighteen, Sara started joking around with me about sex. Sometimes she would come into my room without knocking, to see if I was jerking off. Stuff like that, she was just playing around. Once I was eighteen, and I felt like I could do anything I wanted, I decided to pull that prank on her.

Our parents left for a business trip, and we would be alone for a whole week, and I knew that Sara would occasionally sneak boys up to her room. I never really gave it another thought, I guess I just assumed she was having sex, and it wasn’t a big deal. I wasn’t going to tell our parents, my sister and I trusted each other.

But one day, late in the afternoon, I waited until Sara had been in her room for a while, and I figured I would burst into her room. So I snuck up the stairs to her bedroom and listened through the door. bursa escort To my delight, I heard distinct sexual sounds. She must have been masturbating, I was so lucky! I quickly opened the door.

Sara was on all fours on her bed, naked and facing me with her eyes closed, and to my surprise there was a skinny young man not much older than me slamming into her from behind. I just froze, I had not expected to find Sara fucking someone in her room. She opened her eyes when she heard me enter, but she didn’t act embarrassed or angry. She kind of smiled at me while I just stood there. The guy stuffing her didn’t let up, he looked questioningly at me, and then down at Sara.

“Who’s this?” he asked casually.

Sara seemed to really be enjoying herself, and she was obviously approaching an orgasm. Her face contorted a bit.

“My brother,” she answered.

The guy kept slamming her, unaffected by my presence. I just stared as he pumped into her, and after a few moments Sara squealed and gripped the bed tightly. She lowered her face into the mattress and cried out into the sheets as she came. The guy was not far behind, and he soon grunted and hunched over her as he shot deep inside of her. After a minute of catching their breath, Sara looked up at me and smiled.

“Hey,” she said. “Don’t just stand there, come over here.”

I cautiously approached the bed. The guy leaned back against the bed, and Sara sat up on her knees. She pulled me over to her.

“You got quite the show,” she said.

I didn’t know what to say. I felt weird with the guy who I didn’t know laying naked next to me. He probably felt the same way, although fucking my sister in front of me didn’t seem to bother him, so he pulled the condom off his dick and got dressed and left quickly.

“He comes over once in a while,” Sara said.

Sara didn’t seem to mind being naked in front bursa türbanlı escort of me, in fact she was kind of touchy feely with me on her bed.

“Did you like what you saw?” she asked with a smile.

I looked her up and down. “I like what I’m still seeing.”

She leaned back on her elbows, giving me a great view of her body.

“Why don’t you take your clothes off too? Then we can be nudie buddies.”

I shrugged and quickly stripped down. I didn’t feel shy at all, I wasn’t worried that she wouldn’t like seeing me naked or anything like that, I wasn’t even embarrassed about my erection. She smiled when she saw it, and reached out to touch it. I was taken by surprise, and jumped.

She giggled. “Does that feel good?”

I sighed. “Oh yeah. But, why are you doing that?”

Sara cocked her head. “You don’t like it?”

“No, I love it.”

“Then just let it happen.”

Those were the best words I’d ever heard in my life. For the next few minutes, I had my first handjob. Sara was an expert in the manipulation of male genitals. She fondled and rubbed and caressed, I thought I would cum immediately. She lovingly jacked me off, while I relaxed on the bed. Finally, I came in her hands, and it was the most blissful feeling I had ever experienced. She smiled up at me.

“Feel good?” she said cheerily.

I nodded. “I’m a virgin,” I blurted out.

She seemed surprised, and then she gave me a big smile.

“How about we take care of that?”

I couldn’t believe what she was saying, did she really want to have sex with me? She crawled on top of me and moved her hips over mine. She lowered her face to mine and kissed me very sensually. It was so erotic, and the thought of fucking my sister was really arousing. So I let it happen, as she had suggested.

She rubbed her crotch against my dick, which kestel escort was rock hard again. She circled her hips around on me, and pressed her tits against my chest while she kissed. She was really experienced, I could tell. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and swirled it around, and I was too overwhelmed to do anything back. She kept humping me and kissing me until she had her fill and then she raised her hips.

She moved my dick to her warm hole and I sunk right in. She was really wet and I slid all the way in. It felt so good filling her up, I came right away. I was so embarrassed, I was worried she would be mad. She just smiled and kissed me.

“It’s okay,” she said. “It was your first time.”

She squeezed me inside of her and started to ride me, and I was still hard. It felt so good, and since I had cum twice already, I could really enjoy it without worrying about finishing too soon. I squeezed her tits and played with them while she rode me. She came after a few minutes, and it felt so good to have her climax around my dick.

Then she rolled over and I fucked her missionary. I slid in and out of her hot pussy, which was full of my cum. She had two more orgasms, and she loved it when we kissed. We were both full of lust, we couldn’t get enough of each others’ bodies. Finally I came with a deep groan inside of her. She held me tightly against her as I released my cum inside her pussy. I was exhausted, and we just laid there, still joined.

“Did it feel good?” she asked.

“It was fantastic,” I sighed.

“Do you like how my pussy feels?” she asked.

“It was so warm and tight.”

“You filled me so full of cum, I’ve never let a guy cum in me before.”

I looked up at her. “Really? Why did you let me?”

“Because I love you, silly.”

“Did you use…protection?”

She smiled. “Don’t worry about that. Just relax, and we’ll fuck again when you’re ready.”

After a few minutes, we fucked again, and I came inside of her. I loved filling her up with my cum. Afterwards, she gave me a nice long blowjob, and I came in her mouth. I loved knowing that I lost my virginity with my sister.

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Introducing Diane and Matt, a married couple open to sexual experiences with other single and married men and women. Matt chooses the prey. Diane springs the trap and seduces. The seduction is well orchestrated and sensual leaving the prey ready for any sexual encounter Diane and Matt have ready.

Part 1 – The Prey

Diane jumped up practically spilling the drinks on the table in her enthusiasm. She grabbed Matt by the wrist and yanked him to his feet. She quickly dragged him to the dance floor. Matt followed close behind with a smile. He loved dancing with his wife. He loved how her body flowed to the music. He loved her body. He also knew something good was about to happen.

Diane hit the dance floor but the dance began at the table. Dancing was simply a formality … and the dance floor her hunting ground. As soon as she made up her mind, the dance was flowing in and out of her. Her body was shaking and beating to the music as she led Matt. He admired her firm ass shaking to the beat as he followed her.

As soon as her feet hit the floor, she twirled around and threw her arms around Matt’s shoulders. She pulled him close and gave him a long, passionate, tongue-filled kiss as her long fingers snaked through his hair and pulled him so close he thought he’d come out the other side. Matt sucked her kiss and returned it with the same passion. His hands dug into her swaying ass and helped her gyrate her crotch harder into his.

His erection was not lost on Diane. As she kissed him, she continued humping at his cock, eager to inflame his desires. Her pussy was wet with excitement. A small wet spot appeared in the crotch of her panties. She was ready to dance the dance of love.

She broke the kiss and pulled Matt’s head to the side. Her tongue darted out and did a wispy run the length of his ear from lobe to top. Matt’s senses were firing on all cylinders. Diane knew his ears are very sensitive and felt him tense. Goosebumps formed all over his body.

“Which one?” she whispered in his ear, loud enough to be heard over the music but only for Matt to hear.

Matt’s body shuddered and goosebumps formed on his goosebumps.

“The brunette on my right, your left,” he replied.

Diane knew better than to look. She took the lead and turned their bodies so she could see the lady Matt chose. Her eyes darted in the direction he pointed out.

“Blue dress?” she asked. “Nice choice.”

“Nope.”

“Oh? Hmmm, red dress and spikes?”

Matt quickly turned and found her.

“Oooh, damn, I didn’t see her, but she would be good too.,” he replied.

“Oh, I see her,” Diane said. “Earthy, long hair, not too showy, sexy body, perfect breasts.”

“You found her.”

“Typical,” she said. “You always pick the conservative ones. Trying to make my job difficult are you?”

“Life’s hard, sexy.”

“I got this,” she said with confidence and led Matt dancing toward the “earthy” babe.

The hunt was on.

Part 2 – The Hunt

The music was pounding. The sexual electricity was buzzing. Diane and Matt danced their carnal tango as sweat ran down their faces. Diane was not, however, paying a lot of attention to Matt. Her sights were focused on the “earthy” woman Matt had chosen.

She seemed to be on the dance floor by herself, which wasn’t too strange. Her husband or boyfriend was probably sitting at the table checking out the other sexy women or simply bored and wanting to get somewhere quiet with his lady.

She knew how to move her body. Every time she raised her arms above her head, her breasts clung to the flimsy material outlining her perfect, braless breasts. When she twirled, Diane and Matt could catch glimpses of her ass. They couldn’t determine if she was wearing a thong or, even better, commando. Matt knew he wanted his face between her legs and hers between Diane’s. But he had no control.

It was Diane’s job to seduce her. It was Diane’s job to get this gorgeous woman to abandon her date and come home with Matt and her. Matt could only watch in extreme arousal and fascination as Diane unbundled her raw sexuality on this unsuspecting woman.

Diane made her move. She twirled around and came face to face with her prey. The hunt was on.

“Oh, haha, sorry. Hi,” Diane yelled over the music with a smile while continuing her dance.

The woman, shocked at the close and sudden proximity, pulled her face away. “Oh my, Hi,” she said. “The music really takes over one’s body, doesn’t it?”

“Mmmm, yes it does. I love shaking my ‘groove thang’ all over the floor,” Diane replied. “How about you?”

“I can’t get enough,” she said.

“I’m sorry, I’m being rude. I’m Diane,” she said and put out a hand to shake.

“Mary,” she responded, and the game was on.

“Who you dancing with, Mary?” Diane asked.

“Well, it’s supposed to be my boyfriend but he’s being boring tonight,” Mary said. “How about you? You alone too?”

“Nope. My man is right here,” she said pointing at Matt. He smiled and waved. “He’s not boring. He’s quite the sexy bursa eskort dancer.”

“Yes, he is,” Mary smiled. “I wish Steve weren’t such a stick in the mud.”

“Well, you can dance with us,” Diane offered. “Then you won’t have to feel so alone.”

“Perfect,” she said and turned to face them both.

“Matt,” Diane started, “this is Mary. Mary, this is Matt.”

He reached out, took her hand and bowed down to give it a light kiss. Mary blushed a little and smiled.

“Mary is here with a stick in the mud named Steve. He doesn’t want to dance and have fun,” Diane explained.

“His loss,” Matt countered as he smiled at Mary.

“Mary says she can’t keep from dancing. She says the music takes her body over.,” Diane said.

“And you’ve got a wonderful body to take over,” Matt replied making Mary blush a little.

“Well, thanks,” she blushed. “Steve loves it. I just wish he’d learn to use it on the dance floor,” Mary said.

“Better for us,” Diane replied.

The trap was set.

Part 3 – The Seduction

Several songs had played. Diane knew how to seduce and Mary was not immune. Several times she danced up to Mary and ground her hips into her, then leaned forward and rubbed her tits against hers. Mary was clearly enjoying the attention but kept looking at Matt as if she was either asking for permission or maybe wasn’t into girls.

One song ended and another started up. Diane needed a break. Frankly, so did Matt. Mary was looking a little ruffled as well. Diane invited her to come get a drink at their table. Mary turned to look in the direction of her table with Steve, turned back to Diane with a worried look on her face and said, “I don’t know. I should probably get back to Steve.”

“Nonsense,” Diane protested. “If he wanted to be with you, he would have come to find you.”

The look on Mary’s face was heartbreaking. She knew Steve was not her type but an investment is made in every relationship. It’s hard to let it go even when one knows it needs to happen.

“Come on. We’re more fun than Steve and he’s probably found someone else as boring as him,” Diane urged.

She again looked toward Steve, turned back to Diane with a frustrated but determined look. “Yeah, I think you’re right. His loss.”

“THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!” Diane blurted as she grabbed her arm and started leading her toward the table.

Back at the table, Matt was largely ignored as Diane and Mary talked and got to know each other. Diane ordered drinks for all and the alcohol flowed freely. With each drink, Diane became more emboldened with Mary. After the carnal dancing on the floor, Mary didn’t seem to mind Diane’s forwardness as she touched her legs under the table. Then Diane was touching her hands, and arms. Then up to her shoulders. With each move, she would slide her chair a little closer until they were sitting with their knees almost in each other’s crotch.

Matt simply smiled when needed, said very little, but enjoyed watching his wife seduce this pretty lady. Mary was matching the friendly gestures as well.

Diane looked over at Matt, gave him a sly smile letting him know she was going in for the kill. Matt winked at her.

Diane and Mary were sitting so close their heads were only a few inches apart. Diane suddenly reached behind Mary’s head, pulled her close, and whispered in her ear. Mary’s eyes became big, her lips turned up into a big smile as she looked at Matt, then looked down at his crotch. Suddenly, her eyes closed, her head tilted back, her mouth gaped opened, and a moan escaped her lips. Diane did her “wispy lick’ on Mary’s ear. Matt looked at Mary’s arms. Sure enough, goosebumps.

Diane’s hand moved from the back of Mary’s head to her chin as she pulled back and stared directly into Mary’s eyes for several seconds. Suddenly without losing eye contact, Mary moved forward and kissed Diane softly. Matt’s cock jumped. The kiss was very short and sensuous. Mary pulled back, maintaining eye contact, then moved again. This time, the kiss was long and open mouthed as Mary and Diane shared their fluids.

As they kissed, Diane slid her hand down Mary’s neck, to her chest, across her breast, to her hand. She took Mary’s hand in hers and guided it to Matt’s growing cock. Mary grabbed Matt’s member and started rubbing it through his pants. Matt sat back and enjoyed the show and the grab.

When the kiss ended, Mary’s hand remained in Matt’s lap as Diane reached behind her head and pulled her close again. Mary’s eyes again closed, her head tilted back, and her mouth gaped open. She grabbed Matt’s cock a little harder as goosebumps again appeared on her arm. She nodded her head, opened her eyes, looked at Matt and said, “Please take me home with you.”

Part 4 – The Rules

Matt unlocked the door and the three new friends stumbled into the house. His cock was hard as a rock. From the driveway to the door, he walked with his arms around the two ladies as they played with his manhood.

During the drive home, Diane and Mary sat in the back seat and görükle escort became more friendly. As Matt drove, he watched in the mirror while listening to the sounds of lust behind him. Diane was kissing and fondling Mary the entire ride. Of course, Mary was returning all the favors. Their moans had Matt hard as a rock and stroking himself through his pants all the way home.

Once inside, he closed the door and locked it.

“Ladies,” he announced, “if you would please retire to the den, I will get us some drinks.”

“Perfect,” Mary said.

Diane took Mary by the hand and led her to the den. It was a large room with a large sectional sofa. Diane led Mary to the sofa and they plopped down next to each other.

“So, Mary, have you ever done anything like this before?” Diane asked as she ran a finger over her cheek.

“No, I haven’t,” she replied, “but I’m looking forward to whatever may happen, though.”

“Oh, really,” Diane said as she slowly moved in and kissed Mary softly on the lips. “What if Matt simply goes to bed and leaves us to make love all night?”

“Well, I would be disappointed to have played with that cock and not get to see it or play with it more, but you, Diane, are amazingly beautiful and sexy. I’ve never been with another woman before but I could make love to you with no disappointment.”

“Well,” Diane continued as she laid soft kisses on Mary’s neck, “what if I were to go to bed and leave you with Matt?”

“Same thing. I want you. You’re sexy and gorgeous. But I’ll take Matt’s sexy body and cock all night too.”

“You have an answer for everything, don’tcha?”

“I hope so.” She answered and pulled Diane in closer for a soft kiss.

“So what about this,” Diane continued the sexy interrogation while still applying soft kisses to Mary’s neck, “What if we both stay, strip your clothes off you, ravage your body, suck your tits, lick your pussy, and fuck the hell outta you?”

“That sounds the best,” Mary smiled as she reached behind Diane’s back and began sliding the zipper of her dress down her back.

“Slow down girl,” Diane scolded, still softly kissing Mary’s neck and cheeks. “You’re not here for me.”

Mary stopped. Confused, she asked, “What do you mean?”

“Matt chose you,” Diane replied. “He chooses.”

“Matt chose me?” Mary asked, more confused. “But you’ve been all over me. All night. He’s simply been watching.”

“That’s our game, sweetie. When it’s Matt’s turn for some sexy fun, my job is to seduce the woman of his choice and get her ready for him.”

“Oh, really?” Mary quizzed. “You two do this often?”

Matt entered with three glasses of wine.

“Thanks, babe,” Diane said as she took her glass.

“Thanks, Matt,” Mary smiled. “You’re so sweet.”

Diane sat her glass on the table and returned her attention to Mary.

“We do this about once a month, give or take. Whenever we’re in the mood. Sometimes we go for singles and sometimes for couples. Matt’s a bit awkward about the seduction so it’s usually my job to prepare our … target.”

Matt took a seat beside Mary. She was facing Diane as Diane continued her lip exploration of Mary’s neck and face. Mary let out a soft moan, sipped her wine, and leaned back into Matt’s chest.

Matt reached up and cupped Mary’s right breast. Her blouse was silk and sheer. He felt her nipple stiffen as he lightly passed his fingers over it. Mary moaned her approval and reached down to grope Matt’s hard cock. She moaned again feeling its girth.

“You two are making me so wet,” she moaned.

“Relax and enjoy it,” Matt replied and moved in kissing the back of her neck as he softly caressed her breast. Diane continued kissing her neck and face and was lightly groping at Mary’s left breast.

Diane pulled Mary’s mouth to hers, gave her a long, wet, passionate kiss, then suddenly broke away. She stood and moved to the love seat opposite the sofa.

“What? Where’re you going?” Mary asked.

“As I said, this is Matt’s night. He chose you. He decides,” Diane answered. “I get to watch, and if I’m lucky, Matt will let me join in. One other rule. If you ask about me joining again, I have to leave and you won’t see me again. If you want me to join, you must only communicate it with your desire, non-verbally to Matt. He, and he alone, can beckon me to join.”

“That’s not fair,” Mary protested. “I want to make love to you too.”

“That’s your one warning,” Matt said. “Next comment like that, and she’s gone,” he said softly but sternly.

Part 5 – The Unwrapping

Mary sighed her frustration but gave in to their wishes. She was still leaning into Matt’s chest as he was fondling her breast and kissing the back of her neck.

“Matt, honey, I’ve been dying to see her breasts all night, Diane said. “Would you kindly remove her blouse for me?”

Matt slowly pushed Mary forward and turned her to face him. Mary started to say something to Diane but caught herself as Matt gave her a ‘don’t say it’ look. Mary swallowed bursa escort bayan hard then turned her gaze on Diane. Matt slowly started undoing the buttons on Mary’s blouse. The buttons were only separated by an inch and Matt took his time. Each button revealed a bit more of Mary’s chest. Mary sat quietly, eyes fixed on Diane, mouth gaping open, and placed her hands lightly on Matt’s. When Matt finished the last button, he realized there were two additional buttons on her sleeves. He left the blouse in place, separated enough to see Mary’s glorious breasts but her nipples remained concealed.

When the sleeves were unfastened, Matt reached up to Mary’s shoulders and began slowly pushing the silky smooth fabric over her shoulders. Mary didn’t flinch as the silky blouse glided over her shoulders, tickled her nipples, and fell on the couch exposing her upper body to Matt and Diane.

“My god, Matt, she’s a goddess,” Diane said still holding eye contact with Mary. Mary blushed and momentarily lowered her gaze.

Goddess was a great description for Mary. Her brunette hair was wavy and long, cascading over her shoulders and covering the rise of her breasts. Her breasts were perfect in size and shape with small, nickel sized areolas, and small pointy nipples.

Matt remained silent. He lightly placed both hands on Mary’s breasts and slowly caressed them. Mary’s breathing increased as Matt attended to her breasts. She returned her gaze to Diane. Diane, in turn, leaned back in the love seat, spread her legs, and began rubbing her pussy through her damp panties. Mary felt her own juices stir and let out an audible gasp.

“Mary, stand up,” Diane instructed. Matt helped her up.

“Matt. Shoes.”

Matt reached up to Mary’s breasts, fondled them for a moment, then slowly started down her body, passing her waist, down her smooth legs, to her feet, and slowly removed each of Mary’s shoes.

Mary stood in silence, eyes fixed on Diane, watching her rub her pussy through her wet panties.

“Skirt.”

Matt, still caressing Mary’s feet, turned her to face away from him and slowly started up her right leg with a hand on the outside and one on the inside, moving up her calf, to her knee, up her thigh, under her dress, but stopped short of her love nest. Mary gasped when he stopped just short of her hot zone. His hands slipped out from under her dress, moved to both hips, and turned her to the side. He found the zipper and slowly slid it down.

“Mary, Matt and I were watching closely tonight as you were dancing. We saw your ass cheeks several times as you were twirling about. We never caught sight of your panties. We’ve wondered all night; Thong? Or Commando?”

Careful not to break the rules, Mary turned to Matt and said in a sexy, soft voice, “I guess you’re about to find out.” As soon as she finished her sentence, she immediately turned her gaze back to Diane.

Matt lifted the back of Mary’s skirt and leaned in to kiss the soft skin of her ass cheek. Mary moaned her pleasure. He gave both cheeks a hearty squeeze and continued kissing her ass.

“Matt?”

“Yes love,”

“I’m still in the dark over here,” Diane said.

“Yes, love. What would you like me to do, sweetie?”

“Slide her skirt off so I can determine her undies,” Diane answered.

“Yes, love.”

Matt reached up to the waist of Mary’s skirt and started to slowly peel it over her ass. Mary hooked her thumbs in the front and helped guide it over her hips.

As the skirt cleared her loins, a very small pair of white lacy panties were revealed covering her pubic mound. The skirt hit the floor and Matt helped Mary step out of it.

“Very sexy, Mary,” Diane stated. “Turn around for me.”

Mary slowly started to turn. Matt’s hands found their way back to her hips. He caressed her as she turned her ass to Diane.

When she turned, Diane learned what Matt already knew. The fabric of her panties was only visible from the top of her ass crack up. Mary was wearing one the smallest thongs Matt and Diane had ever seen.

“Did I say goddess, Matt?” Diane said.

“Yes you did, my love.”

“Was I correct?”

“Yes, you were.”

“Spread your legs, Mary,” Diane instructed.

Mary’s gaze was boring holes through Diane’s eyes as she did what she was instructed.

“Matt, how wet is she?”

Matt slowly moved a hand from Mary’s hip and slid it between Mary’s thighs. He rubbed her panty covered pussy lightly, then pushed underneath to insert his finger just a bit into Mary’s opening. Mary closed her eyes and moaned as Matt touched her in her sensitive spot.

Matt pulled his finger away and reached out to Diane with the evidence. Diane could see the cum glistening on Matt’s finger. Diane leaned forward for a closer look and noticed Mary’s inner thighs were glistening as well.

“You’re leaking, girl,” Diane said with a sly smile.

Mary could only moan. Her loins were on fire.

“Matt, remove her thong,” Diane instructed.

“Yes, love.”

Mary shifted her legs back together as Matt slowly began sliding her thong past her ass and pussy and down her legs. When they hit the floor, Matt helped her step out of them. Matt, again, followed the path up her legs returning his hands to her hips. He turned her back to face him.

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The Lure of The Night Ch. 01

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Bent Over

Desperation leads to disaster. It forces you to leave the safe cocoon you have built over the years and venture out into the wild. Desperation would even make you forget—if only for a short moment—that you shouldn’t expose your ugliness to the world. Desperation might also make you forget the ugliness of the world itself.

Millie Foster took one look at the Ashford estate and grimaced. What was she doing here? She didn’t belong in the outside world. How would she deal with the staring—the judging?

“You staying or what?” the cab driver shot out impatiently as Millie appraised the mansion just a few feet away.

“Just a second,” she shot back, glancing briefly at the pudgy driver before turning wary eyes back to the house.

It was beautiful, laden with history and background. And she would explore every inch of it with gusto.

This new job was a big opportunity for Millie. For the first time in her life, she had a chance to truly showcase her talents as a historian. She would help decorate the old mansion for the new owners. She would also be able to do her own research, gather enough information about the mysterious-looking Victorian mansion to… what? Write a book about it? Sell the information to some obscure journal that catered to history buffs? Whatever. She would do something with it. Opportunities such as this don’t happen every day, especially to someone like her.

Mr. Morris, the new owner, was planning to turn the old house into an exclusive club and casino that would cater to wealthy, important men. In other words, he wanted the place to become an Edwardian-themed gentlemen’s club. A new-money web entrepreneur, Mr. Morris wanted to climb the social ladder as quickly as he’d made his first billion, and he was quite certain that this new business venture would catapult him to the very top of the crème de la crème of high society.

“I’m bringing back the class and exclusivity of old times,” Mr. Morris had enthused. “No one will be able to just barge in. If anyone other than society’s A-list tries to access our club—” He shook his head. “Not going to happen. Not here.” He’d sounded as serious as a heart attack.

At first, Millie thought she wouldn’t get the job—one good look at her and the man would run off in horror—so imagine her surprise when Mr. Morris had called her just two days ago, saying that he needed her right away. He’d made it clear that she would have to stay at the mansion to oversee historical details such as costume and home design. The Ashford estate would be her new home, at least for a little while.

It had been a shock, getting this job. She thought she had scared Mr. Morris away when she walked in and showed him her face. She didn’t show her face to very many people, not since the day she discovered she was scarred for life. But he seemed kind, if somewhat pompous, and had the grace to gloss over his weatherworn features into that of politeness after the initial shock of seeing her scars.

Millie touched the deformity on her right cheek and sighed. She hadn’t looked at herself in a mirror for years. Not since the day she woke up in a hospital, her face covered with a bandage, not knowing what had happened or how she’d gotten there.

To this day, she had no recollection of the events that had left her scarred for life. She went to bed one night and woke up in the hospital many weeks later. The events that had led her to that hospital were a big blur. If only she had a clue, or inkling, about how she’d ended up alone and deformed…

That was in the past, she reminded herself. It was time to move on and live a semi-normal life. This job was a lifesaver. She needed to save money for those reconstructive surgeries that had, until now, been beyond her financial reach. Maybe, just maybe, she would be able to make it happen now. She would, of course, leave the Ashford estate the second the club-slash-casino opened its doors for the beautiful people. She had no interest in making this her permanent home.

Her eyes skimmed the estate. It was built in 1844 and part of the left wing was burned down in 1911. It had been rumored that its landlord, a Mr. Alexander Benjamin Ashford III, the son of a wealthy jewelry merchant, had set it on fire after discovering his wife in bed with another man. Mr. and Mrs. Ashford died in the fire—their bodies consumed by the flames. Rumors circulated the estate for years, claiming that Mr. Ashford’s ghost resided in the mansion and scared away various new home owners. That was supposedly the reason why the house had been abandoned for almost seventy-six years, for its last owner closed down its doors in 1934.

The mansion had been restored over the years, but Mr. Morris wanted it to look exactly like an Edwardian house, complete with turn-of-the-twentieth-century furnishings and customs. The staff, or, as Mr. Morris said, the “hired help,” was supposed to wear period clothing, and they had to behave like the underlings of those times. Modern technology was not allowed, at least not during work hours. escort bayan Cell phones, laptops, tablets, iPods, e-Readers, or whatever new gadget was currently hot in the market, were not allowed in the premises. All staff members would live like in the old days—no ifs or buts. That was the main reason Millie was there. She would be a consultant of sorts, imparting information on the manners and mores of the early 1900s. She had gone to college for this very purpose. Her dream, one she’d thought lost, was finally coming true.

She paid the cab driver and scooted out of the car, a small suitcase in hand, slamming the door shut. The autumn chill hit her face, making her shudder a little. She had no idea what to expect from this place, but at least they wouldn’t involve lonely nights in front of the television, avoiding the horrified gazes of both strangers and acquaintances whenever she made a halfhearted attempt to be social.

Gathering her courage, she shuffled over to the entrance, glancing over her shoulder at the cab as it sped away. Great. Now she had to stay. There was no going back. She would have to talk with others, and they would catch a glimpse of her face. Time to face the music.

She covered her right cheek with her chestnut-brown hair and hoped for the best. Perhaps Mr. Morris had warned the staff members about her appearance, and told them to ignore her half-covered face. It had been bad enough getting strange looks from Mr. Morris during the first half of the interview—looks of terror, followed by something resembling pity—she didn’t want the same reaction from all of her colleagues. In any event, she would avoid socializing as much as humanly possible. She was here to work, not make friends.

Clutching her purse and suitcase, Millie smoothed down her black turtleneck sweater and knee-length skirt and craned her neck to take in the massive scope of the house. It resembled a Victorian castle—with graying stones and large windows. The sun had set, the sky turning into the bluish shade of twilight. The faint moonlight shone above, casting a phantom-like shadow across the house.

Something flew up from the roof. Crows. Their cawing echoed through the air.

Fighting off a shiver, Millie stalked up the great stone steps that led to a large wooden door. She rapped the great brass knocker, which was roughly the size of a bowling ball, and just as heavy.

Calm yourself, Millie. This may be your one and only chance to make things happen. To make money. To have a career. To have a life.

The heavy oak door swung open, revealing an aging, heavyset, glum-looking woman wearing a turn-of-the-century version of a maid’s uniform. She even wore one of those ugly white caps made popular by spinsters during the late Victorian era. The woman sighed and glared at Millie, wiping her large hands on her dirty white apron.

Millie smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Apprehension took over, and now she wished she had stayed home. “Hello, I’m here for the—”

“You must be Melinda Foster,” the woman cut in, her voice hoarse and sharp. “Mr. Morris has been expecting you. Follow me.”

She followed the woman through an enormous foyer where a double staircase was situated. The staircase was divided into two sections, left and right. A faint breeze from a slightly open window stirred the air, crinkling the crystals of an enormous chandelier just above her head. Millie gasped. The house was enormous, not to mention gorgeous. All of it. Even in its deteriorated stated, it looked grand and imposing. It was something right out of a Bronte novel—Thornfield Hall come alive. For a second, Millie beamed with hope. Maybe coming here hadn’t been such a bad idea after all.

“Watch your step, hon,” the woman croaked, glancing over her shoulder at Millie. “Stairs haven’t been fixed yet.”

The stairs seemed endless, and they creaked with each step. Millie had gone three stories now, and she was fighting the urge to pant. She hadn’t done this much exercise since… Come to think of it, she had never done this much exercise, period. After all, watching TV and reading novels all day long didn’t require a great deal of physical activity.

Over the banister, she could see the polished hard-wood floors shine down below. She reached the top of the stairs and encountered a large painting of a man and a woman in Victorian clothing on a wall facing the landing. The woman was seated, and the man stood behind her, one large hand on her delicate shoulder and the other one behind his back. The woman’s titian-colored hair was wrapped in an elaborate chignon, pretty ringlets spilled down her delicate shoulders. She wore a blue gown, the neckline so low her breasts looked as if they were about to pop out of the confinements. She was beautiful—ethereally so, with eyes as large and hazel as Millie’s.

The man on the painting was the exact opposite of the woman. He was tall, dark, handsome and mysterious-looking. His dark eyes were slightly narrowed, as if in brooding contemplation. altıparmak escort Millie stopped in front of the painting, transfixed. Were these the original owners? Were they—?

“That’s Alexander Benjamin Ashford III and his wife Meredith,” the maid informed her. “The original lord and lady of the Ashford manor.” Her eyes twinkled with amusement when she added, “They say that this place is haunted, that Mr. Ashford’s ghost drifts from room to room at night, looking for innocent girls to uh… quench his ghostly needs.” She threw her head back and laughed as if she’d said the funniest, cleverest thing in the world.

Millie said nothing as she turned her gaze back to the picture. There was something eerily familiar about them. Uneasiness pierced her; she didn’t know why. Crossing her arms over her chest to ward off a shudder, she started after the maid, who was still chuckling to herself.

They walked down a long corridor to a large wooden door. The faux-maid knocked on the door and waited. Sighing, Millie cast a curious glance at her surroundings. The corridor was dimly lit, giving the hallway an unearthly, spooky appearance. To the far left, there was a set of double doors, secured by an old lock. The doors looked like they hadn’t been opened since the house burned down a hundred years ago.

“Where do those doors lead?” Millie asked.

The maid’s brows furrowed, her lips thinned. “That’s the main bedchamber. It was completely destroyed in the fire. The owners were unable to restore it and the doors must be locked at all times.”

At that moment, the door in front of them swung open, revealing Mr. Morris in his best Edwardian finery. He looked like the real-life version of the Monopoly Man. “Ah, Miss Foster. I’ve been expecting you. Do come in.” He sounded like a bad Shakespearean actor.

He moved aside to let Millie in. She swept past the maid and let herself in, but not before glancing back at the two double doors on the far left… and catching sight of something odd. A shadow crossed past the doors. The silhouette of a man in a black cloak. Cold fear surged through her, and she momentarily froze.

“Did—did you see that?” she asked, gasping.

“See what?” the maid said, glancing at the double doors. Mr. Morris frowned.

Millie closed her eyes for a second and shook her head. No, it was nothing. It was just her imagination—she was seeing things that weren’t there. It wouldn’t be the first time. She opened her eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath.

“Nothing,” she answered wearily. “I thought I saw something.”

“Mr. Ashford’s ghost, perhaps?” the maid asked, a hint of amusement glimmering in her beady blue eyes. Millie turned pale.

“Marla,” Mr. Morris said warningly.

“Sorry, boss.”

Millie sighed. She hadn’t been here for fifteen minutes and was already regretting her choice. Was it too late to call a cab and go back home?

Wary, she moved past Mr. Morris and rushed into his office.

There she is, after all this time. Such a long wait, but it was worth every second of it. I would have waited forever for her though. Forever wouldn’t have been enough. In actuality, I’d only waited one hundred years—a century of solitude, pain and hatred for the woman who ruined my life and turned me into the mere apparition that I am now. I can’t reverse this curse, nor am I allowed to rest in peace, so why should she carry on with a new life, in a new body, while I waste away in the ruins of our old home?

Meredith, my darling, my sweet torment. You have no idea what is in store for you. This is karma calling, and it’s here to collect.

By definition, karma is payback for actions committed in a previous life. And I—Alexander Benjamin Ashford III—is karma personified. You, Meredith, will pay for everything you did to me, and I’ll do it the same way you had done it. First I will seduce you, and then I will crush you to bits. I’ll give you pleasure like you’ve never experienced before, and then I shall take it all away. You will be scarred in the inside as well as out. Your vanity has been taken away, and now it is your soul that shall be possessed. And you will carry that pain with you for as long as you live, which will be a very long time. I will make sure of that. My curse, this damnation I’ve been forced to endure for so many years, has finally worked in my favor.

It is time, my darling. Brace yourself. Let the seduction begin!

Millie heard a soft rasp on her bedroom door and twisted around in time to see Marla enter the room carrying towels and blankets. She dropped it on the bed and then frowned at Millie.

“Why are you in bed?” she inquired. “It’s only six o’clock. Don’t you want to go downstairs and meet the rest of the staff? Dinner is going to bed served in an hour.”

Millie shuddered at the thought of meeting people. “No, I—I’m still tired from my trip.”

“So you’d rather have your dinner here?”

“I’m actually not that hungry.”

Marla nodded. “Well, mudanya escort rest up all you can then. There’s an early morning meeting tomorrow. Mr. Morris has a big announcement to make.”

“What announcement?”

“Something about revamping the club’s theme, but I’m sure he’ll tell us all about it tomorrow.” She glanced around the room and sighed. “All right, I’ll let you get some sleep now. If you change your mind about dinner, just pull the bell and I’ll be right up with the tray.”

Millie nodded a thank you, her big cotton nightshirt crumpling around her waist as she sat up in bed. “Marla?”

Marla was about to leave the room when she turned. “Yes?”

“Those people in the portrait. You know, Mr. and Mrs.—”

“The Ashfords?” Marla cut in.

Millie sat up straighter in bed, bending her knees to her chest. “Yes. That thing you said about—”

“Alex’s ghost?” Marla finished for her again. “I was just messing with you, kid. Don’t worry about it.”

“But is it true?” Millie persisted. “I mean, have people said anything about Mr. Ashford’s ghost haunting this house?”

Marla smiled and, smoothing her hands on her apron, nodded. “What, are you afraid of ghosts?”

I’m afraid of many things, but not particularly of ghosts. “N—no. I was just wondering. This is an old house, and I’ve heard quite a few things about it. So is any of it true?”

“Depends on what you’ve heard.” Marla moved to the front of the bed, her hands inside the pockets of her apron. “But if you’re referring to Alex’s ghost, well… there have been stories. Many stories, actually. Naughty stories, if you get my meaning. I don’t think you’d want to hear any of it—”

“Oh, but I would!” It was her turn to interrupt. Then, upon hearing her own words, her cheeks flushed pink and she looked down at her hands. “What I mean is, I wouldn’t mind hearing about them.”

“The stories are quite… explicit.”

Millie sighed. “I… don’t mind.”

Marla shrugged and moved over to the bed where she plopped unceremoniously on to the mattress. “All right, if you insist.”

She settled in bed, next to Millie, and wrapping herself around one of the blankets that she had deposited upon the bed, she settled down in front of Millie and stared into the distance. “There was one particular story that presumably took place just five years after the house’s left wing was engulfed in flames. A nice family moved in from France. I believe their name was Deveraux. A middle-aged married couple with an eighteen-year-old daughter. They only used the house’s right wing. Most of it was habitable at the time, and the lands were so beautiful and the gardens so picturesque during the summer that the couple didn’t think twice about moving in. The smell of smoke had gone and everything looked almost normal again. They moved to America hoping to improve their finances. The daughter was going to marry a wealthy merchant from Boston. The wedding date was set up and everything. But suddenly the girl—her name was Sabine—began to behave strangely. She seldom left her bedroom, and when she did, she hardly spoke. She no longer seemed excited about her wedding. She grew more withdrawn with time, spending every single waking moment in her bedroom, and no one knew why.”

Millie fidgeted in her bed, absently flattening the hair that fell across her right cheek. She had a feeling she already knew where the story was heading.

“The reason she never left the room,” Marla continued, “had three words—or is it four? Maybe five? Anyway, it was Alexander Benjamin Ashford III. He visited her bedroom, demanded sexual favors from her, then left her for days and days at a time, driving the poor girl mad with heartbreak and longing. The more aloof Alex’s ghost was, the more desperate the girl became. It all ended one terrible night—the night Sabine went in to her parent’s bedchamber.”

Marla paused, rubbed her hands together, and turned inquisitive eyes to Millie. “Are you sure you want to hear the rest of this?”

Impatient, but not wanting to seem rude, Millie nodded. “Please, do. I love ghost stories.”

“This isn’t your typical ghost story.”

“I know,” Millie smiled. “And that is why I want to hear it. Please continue.”

Marla rubbed her hands together again, a playful smile teasing her lips. “Sabine had heard strange sounds coming from her parents’ bedroom. It wasn’t the usual sound of her father’s loud snoring, but a different sound altogether. This sound filled Sabine with dread, for she knew that something peculiar was going on. Turning the doorknob, Sabine entered her parents’ room, only to stop in her tracks when she heard the unmistakable groan of pleasure from her mother, swiftly followed by a pleading moan. For a mortifying moment, she thought she had walked in on her parents during their intimacy and was about to walk out when a figure stepped from the shadows and situated himself in front of Mrs. Deveraux. The girl’s mother was on the bed, her brown hair fanning out like a blanket behind her. Her legs were raised almost level with her hips while her fingers traced lazy circles around her full breasts. The figure before her just stood there and watched, his eyes drawn to the area between the woman’s legs where the glistening, swollen lips of her vagina lay parted.

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Someone Like You

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Babes

CH. 1

“I’m tired of being alone.”

Elizabeth Anne Gorden announced to her three best friends while at their usual Saturday lunch date. Looking down at her food that she no longer had a taste for, she pushed the plate away. Giving her full attention back to the ladies sitting around her she waited for their response.

All she got was two sighs and a grumble. “Really you guys are not going to say anything, I need your guidance or I could start my cat collection and the age of 23 how about that?”

“Izzy what do you expect us to say you haven’t have a decent date since you broke up with Sean at the end of our first year of college. You never told us why you broke up with him and we all were ready for the two of you two get married. Then you disappeared for three months, we didn’t know where you were and when you came back you didn’t explain anything to us your, best friends. Now you want our help come on.” Jessica took a deep breath.

“Jess you didn’t have to go so hard on her. Look Izzy you know we want what’s best for you but you have to admit it’s been like a revolving door down there lately.” Zoe said laughing in her thick Puerto Rican/New York accent.

“ZOE!” Sara shirked. “You’re no better than Jessica. She serious and I think she wants our help or she wouldn’t be telling us. Now Izzy you need to explain to us what exactly you mean.”

”Thank you Sara and Zoe I have only slept with two of those guys bringing my number to three. We can’t say the same about you now can we?” Izzy had to think about this one even though her friend were all right with there comment it didn’t make her feel any better about herself. The vision she had of her life at this point wasn’t living up to her expectations. Career wise she was where she wants to be as a nurse in the emergency of a local Children’s Hospital. She lives in a nice condo in the meat packing district and owned her own car but something just didn’t click. ‘What do I want’ she asked herself and as she glanced over to the pregnant couple sitting next to them it clicked.

“I want that. I want to go home at night to more than just Bailey wanting for me to fill her bowl after a long day at work. I want, no wait scratch that, I need a man there waiting for me when I get there to hear how my day went and to rub ma feet.”

“Chica I keep telling you not even our manicurist wants to touch those things.” Zoe giggled.

“But you love that fat ball of fur you call a cat.” Jessica snorted.

“Zoe stay focused.” Sara said hitting her with her elbow as she patted Izzy’s hand. “Well sweetie, you need to start taking the guys you’ve been dating more serious if you want find that one for you.”

“I know Sara and I try but there’s just something that’s missing from them.” She sighed. “Why can’t I find him? He’s out there isn’t he? And Jess I do love my cat just because she doesn’t like you doesn’t mean you have to be nasty towards her. Zoe if you don’t stay off my feet. You don’t hear me saying anything about your ever changing eyebrows I mean we aren’t five anymore its not ok for you to still continue to experiment with them. “

“Boom she told you!” Jessica laughed.

Zoe’s hand shot up to her eyebrows. “You always go for the low blow Izzy. I put to much Nair yesterday, does it really look that bad I have a date tonight?”

“That’s what you get and no they don’t look that bad I just wanted you to she how it felt.” She laughed.

“Ok, back to the subject at hand. Izzy you need to let go and not be so frigid be more open don’t allow your fears to stop you from trying new thing.” Sara said not wanting to be sidetracked.

“Let me tell you why she doesn’t try to get to know these guys that she dates. Their not 6’4 with sea green and blue eyes, dark brown hair, perfectly tanned with creamy skin, and a surfer body that knows how to make her cum fifty ways to Sunday. See basically none of these guys she goes out with is Sean Matthews and will never be.” Jessica said with a smirk on her face as everyone stares at her stone faced. “Then tell me I’m lying and I won’t talk anymore but you can’t because you know I’m right.”

“JESSICA can you please leave Sean’s name out of our conversation he has nothing to do with this, I moved on a long time ago from my relationship with him so stop bring him up!” She practically yelled but caught herself when she noticed people were staring at her.

“My bad damn Elizabeth, I was just stating the fact you don’t have to be so aggressive.” Sara rolled her eyes.

“I’m ready to go were’s the waiter so I can pay the bill it is my turn right?” Sara said looking around the restaurant for to signal the waiter for the bill. After she got his attention and paid for their meal she stood hugging her friend’s goodbye then left them sitting there. As she walked she could hear Sara fussing with Jessica and Zoe as she walked away.

“Now look what you two did; she’s leaving and her feelings are more than likely hurt! Are you proud of yourselves?” Sara asked look at both of them.

“No bursa escort hice nada (I did nothing). This time it was all Jess’ fault.” Looking at Jessica she say

“Sometimes you need to let things go. We agreed to let her tell us what happened that summer when she’s ready. Siempre tienes que empujar boca grande. (You always have to push, big mouth).”

“Shut up Zoe, if you have a say in it you never do anything.” Giving Zoe the finger she then turned to Sara. “You really need to stop babying her. We know something happened to her that summer and she needs to talk about it. Keeping that shit in doesn’t help her. It’s been four years when will she be ready?”

“Y no oivides el hecho de que su entrometido.” (And don’t forget the fact that you’re nosey.) Zoe mumbled.

That was the last part of the conversation she was able to hear before she got to far away.

************

Never mind I’ll find someone like I wish nothing but the best for you to don’t forget me I beg I remember you said sometimes it lasts in love but sometime it hurts instead.

Sometimes I wonder why I bought this damn CD. Izzy thought to herself as she drove home, after leaving the restaurant she went the grocery store to pick up a couple thing for her house. Now 3 blocks away from home Adele has her thinking about the one person she tries so hard to forget.

4 years 7 months ago

“Babe hurry I want to get on the Ferris wheel before the line get to long!” Elizabeth was like a kid in a candy story she was so cute. With finals over at last she could finally unwind with the one person that makes her feel free Sean.

“Izzy slow down we just got her there is no need to rush I thought you said in the car that you were hungry how about we go get something to eat and check out some of the venders first don’t you want me to win you one of those over stuffed bear?” Sean was trying his best to steer to get her to go in the opposite direction.

“If we do it now we won’t have to worry about it for the rest of the night and I know how much you hate getting on the Ferris Wheel but you know I’ll hold you hand the whole time and if you lucky I’ll even give you a kiss.” She teased as she walked them close to the ride.

“Who said anything about being scared I just thought you would want to eat first. But if you want to get on the ride lets go and I’ll tell you this I’ll be cashing in on that kiss and I want it all.”

“You can’t have it all we’re in public there’s kids here.” Izzy said laughing and blushing all at the same time.

“Wanna bet, bring that ass and let’s get this over with now.”

As Sean paid for the tickets she stood in the line watch all the girls around him wonder where they could find a guy like him. She love Sean with every fiber of her soul in the three years they’d been together they had yet to have a serious argument about anything. They had started dating the summer after their sophomore year in high school following an incident where he nearly mowed her down with his power scooter but luckily for her she jumped out of his way. Once he got finished begging her not to tell his parent and noticed how beautiful she was that was all she wrote then been stuck like glue. She’d never been close with anyone other than Sara, Jessica, and Zoe that all changed after that summer.

“Stop thinking about me.” Sean caught her day dreaming so he decided to sneak up behind her after kissing her neck he turned her to face him. He started walking her backward as the line began moving again. “Have I told you how sexy you look in this little white skirt and the girls they are phenomenal in this top. I just want to suck on them so bad.” Kissing her again but this time at that spot right next to her ear making her moan from deep in her throat while still try to push him away. “How about we blow this joint and go back to my place and I relieve you of these clothes.”

“Sean, baby wait we can not do this here remember you got us kick out of the movies last week because of this now take your hands off my ass and back away for my neck. I not ready to go and if we keep this up that is what will happen.” She blew him a kiss as she filled the gap that they’d caused in the line.

Sean stood watching he walk away giving him some time so the erection that he worked up could go do. It always amazed him how strong his love and attraction was toward her was. His caramel queen as he would call her when they where making love. She stood 5’7 with dark brown hair her eyes were the color of melted caramel and skin looked like roasted almonds on a cold winter day. Now her body was out of this world 38DD’s that stood at perfect attention, a flat stomach, small waist, and an ass that sat just right in her pant’s it made him want to squeeze every time he saw her. Snapping himself of the day dream he closed the gap that formed between the two of them. As the rides conductor helped her into the seat of the ride Sean took a deep breath and prepared himself for the dreadful ride.

“Stop being a baby and bursa escort get on the ride.” Izzy with a big smile on her face patted the open space next to her.

As their seat raised into the night sky a sense of peace come over Sean this is what he wanted for the rest of their lives. He knew that this young woman sitting next to him was going to eventually be his wife and give him many babies. If it was up to him they would have already been married with a baby on the way but knowing how important getting a degree is to her made him put off asking her until to marry him until the graduate.

“I love you.” Snuggling up next Sean Izzy kissed his cheek.

Getting off the Farris wheel they strolled hand in hand to the area designated for food.

“I want popcorn and a hotdog with extra sautéed onions.”

“I’m going to have some cotton candy and a ginger ale, my stomach hurts a little.” Izzy told Sean as to walk up to the food booth.

“I told you that we shouldn’t have gone on the ride. Now you don’t feel well. We should leave after this; you should go home and sleep.” Sean said while rubbing her shoulders.

“I’m not ready to leave yet. It will be better after I have the ginger ale. And it wasn’t the ride I have been feeling well on and off for a will I just haven’t said anything.” She said in a slight whisper preparing herself for his reaction.

He paid the lady in the booth and took their food to a bench.

“Ok, so you been sick and haven’t told anyone that something wasn’t right with you. Does that make any sense to you because that makes absolutely none to me.”

“This is way I didn’t say anything to you. You’re ready to send me to the emergency for nothing but an upset stomach. You have to remember that I have been stressed out over finals and all that stuff I’ll fine.”

Kissing her chin he got up and took their thrash away.

“I want to go buy some things.” Izzy walk towards him while stuffing cotton candy into her mouth.

By the time they got to the care Izzy had a little of everything that included a purple hand stitched throw quilt for her couch, homemade jams, seasons and hot sauce to last her for the next six months.

“All I want to do is take a shower and go to bed. This was fun thank you.”

As they pulled up to Sean’s apartment Izzy was fast asleep and he didn’t want to wake her so he took the stuff inside then came back; carried her to the bedroom gently laid her on the bed and took off her clothes/shoes. After taking of all his clothes were off he pulled her into his arms and went to sleep.

The next morning when Izzy woke it was to an empty bed, the smell of coffee and bile rising from the pit of her stomach as she ran to the toilet all she could this is that this is getting old and well will it end. Making sure nothing looked out of place and no remnants of her upset stomach lingered. Then she took a quick shower; put on some comfortable clothes. She headed to the kitchen.

“You’re finally awake. I made your favorite for breakfast, French toast!” Turning as she walking into the kitchen with a plate of fresh French toast he walked up to her and gave her a kiss.

“Umm, I’m not that hungry yet but it smells so good and I now you wanted to spend the day together but I have to go do some stuff that I forgot about.” Avoiding eye contact she started gathering her things trying to make a quick exit.

“Wait a minute, you just woke up and we were going to spend the day watching the entire Batman series we’ve been planning this for week. Your acting weird, what’s the matter with you?” Sean asked as he followed her around his apartment.

“It’s nothing I swear I just have some stuff that I have to get done before we go to the Hamptons to meet up with everyone else. Just call Mike and tell him to come over, he probable isn’t doing anything with his time anyway. Stop pouting I’ll be back in time for us to leave.” Giving him a quick kiss she was gone. His gut told him something was absolutely not right.

As Izzy started her car she gave herself a peep talk “Elizabeth Anne pull it together you could be totally fine”. Taking a deep breath she pulled off and headed straight to Target. What she didn’t tell Sean was that while she was in the shower it dawned that her period was missing in action and she was scared shitless. As she rushed to pick-up three pregnancy test one of each of the best ones. She drove as fast as she could to her apartment saying a little pray. Drinking two glasses of fruit punch she waited for that urge to pee. After the third test came back positive she speed dialed her doctor and made an emergency appointment.

At the doctor’s office the nurse called her name faster than she expected and she was more than happy.

“So Elizabeth what brings you into our office today you file show that you’re not due for a checkup for next six months?” The smiling nurse asked.

“I failed three pregnancy test this morning and I need to be sure.” As tear ran down her face she felt like her escort bayan chest would implode.

“Hey, look at me you’re going to be ok we’ll give you a couple of test and see what’s doing in there and then you go from there don’t work yourself up.

Twenty minutes later her doctor walked into the exam room with a smile on her face.

“I have great news Elizabeth you six weeks pregnant.”

Not blinking she thanked her doctor and left the office. Dialing Sara’s number she told her that she wouldn’t be able to make it to the Hampton all for the summer and to tell Jessica as well as Zoe that she was sorry and to have fun. Then she sent

Sean a text telling him she would be over in a few minutes. Pulling up to Sean’s building she prepared herself for what was about to go down.

Sean opened the door as Izzy walked towards his door. “What happened Sara just called and said that you canceled on her. We’ve been going to the Hamptons since junior year; so what went down between you leaving here and running your errands.”

“You want to know what happened. I figure out that I don’t want to be in this pointless relationship anymore and you like a weight that’s making me drown fast so this is the end of us. So lose my number don’t call me anymore, don’t visit my parents and don’t call my friends looking for me because they won’t know anything. Am I clear?” With tear running down her face she packed as much as the duffle bag that she had at his house could hold. “I’ll have my dad send someone to pick-up the rest of my thing later on in the week.”

“ELIZABETH WAIT A MOTHERFUCKING MINUTE! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO WALKING IN HERE TELL ME THIS BULLSHIT AND EXPECT ME TO BE OK WITH IT! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED WITHIN THE TWO HOUR YOUR WERE GONE?” Sean surprised himself by yelling at her but he didn’t know what else to do. The love of his life was walking out the door and he had no clue as to what to do.

Calmly Izzy explained. “Sean you’re sucking the life out of me I can’t do this anymore. We’ll turn into a love less couple that has nothing in common. Let’s just cut our losses and end this while it’s still good.” And with that she walked out the door.

When Izzy got home she called her mom and told her to let their family in St. Croix, USVI know that she would be spending the summer with them also to tell the family pilot that she would be ready to go by six. Her mom questioned her sudden need to go the island; all she told her was that she needed to get away and to send her dad to get the remaining items from Sean house sometime this week.

Sitting in her living room she searched the phone book for local abortion clinic. The whole time telling herself that she she’ll be ok and that this was for the best. Following six calls and receiving dates that would be too far away she away the last call gave her an even better answer than she expected they had a cancellation so she to the spot. After taking another shower and packing two bags she left the house.

As she laid on the table waiting for the pain medication to set in once that happened everything went into fast forward. The doctor came in asked a few questions a nurse held her hand and ten minutes later she was waiting for the nurse to clear her to leave. “Elizabeth, this has officially been the longest day of your life.”

Tear for the life she just took slide down her face but she shook the away. “I did what I had to do for me.” That was the justification she gave herself to move on.

Before the plane took off she called her cell phone company and changed her number then she text everyone except for Sean her number, told her friend not to worry about her then she turned her phone off for the rest of the summer. This was she needed island food, sun and her grandma.

By the time the summer was over her self healing process was completed and even though she did give him her knew Sean had finally stop calling after leaving a heart retching voicemail that almost had her on the next smoking thing back to New York but she caught herself.

************

Nothing compares, no worries or cares Regrets and mistakes, they’re memories made Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste? Never mind, I’ll find someone like you wish nothing but the best for you Don’t forget me, I begged, I remember you said Sometimes it last in love, but sometimes it hurts instead.

By the time she snapped out of her daydream she was already parked in her spot, as she got out her car she took the c.d. with her. Thinking Adele you ain’t ever lie girl. When she opened the door to her condo her beautiful cat was there to great her at the door.

“Hey, baby did you miss mommy. I know I missed you. Let’s go to the kitchen so I can put the groceries down.” Like she knew what Izzy was saying Bailey prance ahead she closed and looked the door. As she walked into the kitchen she hit play on the answering machine, dropped the bags on the counter and picked up Bailey. The answer machine played: ‘You have four missed calls’

1. “Elizabeth Anne Gorden this is your mother, yes you know the one that gave birth to you? You need to call me. You’re my only child and I don’t talk to you enough. Ok, so if you don’t call me by tomorrow I will send you father to get you and I mean this. Good night.”

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She’d just exited the shower when she heard the code to her room being punched in. Her ears had become attuned to the sound over the past few days; she didn’t like anyone sneaking up on her.

As she unwrapped the towel from her damp hair, the door seemed to burst open, hitting the wall and bouncing back. Even though she’d expected someone to enter, the violent movement made her heart jump and blood race. She watched, wide-eyed, as Adrian entered.

The door slammed shut.

She began trembling. She didn’t know why, but she instinctively knew something was wrong. Adrian simply stood there, staring at her. His eyes were slightly red and the muscles on his biceps were straining. Eerie green veins seemed to be popping up on his neck, making her think of the incredible hulk. She tried to swallow her fear as his eyes roamed over her.

Then he was striding forward.

She backed up. Several steps, in fact. She felt like she was being rushed by a wild animal. There was danger reflected in his eyes and she was much too smart to stand her ground.

Her back hit the bathroom door just as his hand closed around her throat. The towel dropped from her hands as she reached up to claw at him. His fingers were slowly cutting off the flow of air to her lungs. She was going to die. She could feel it happening. She could see the intent in his navy eyes. He was in a rage about something and he wouldn’t give up until…

He kissed her. It took her several moments to comprehend the change. His hand lifted from her throat and he was kissing her, backing her against the door, lifting her. She was light-headed from the lack of air and could not muster the strength to push him away. His hands seemed to be everywhere, tugging at her, pulling, fondling roughly.

It was all a blur to her. She was still concentrating on breathing. She could feel herself clinging to him, trying to get her world straight. Then she felt heat scorch through her body and everything around her became very still.

She could hear her rapid breathing, her erratic heartbeat. She could feel his too, beating a tattoo rhythm against her. His lips were buried in her neck, biting, nibbling, kissing. And she whimpered, a soft sound that she did not recognize as her own.

His hands delved under her tank top to caress her breasts. As she usually went to bed without a bra, he was allowed easy access to the sensitive mounds. She moaned deep in her throat when he pinched the tight nub, sending sparks of pain and pleasure through her body.

He carried her over to the bed and deposited her on it. The jolt she received from bouncing on the bed made her snap out of the sexual haze he’d fogged her with. She stared up at him with eyes clouded with confusion.

As he shed his shirt and jeans, she couldn’t help but notice the beautiful contours of his chest. Before, she’d thought he didn’t have six a pack. But as he leaned down to pull his jeans off, his torso muscles flexed, revealing a perfectly contoured chest.

But when he slid onto the bed, she moved away. She wasn’t intoxicated enough to think that any of this was right.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked, her voice tight and hoarse.

He simply reached over and pulled her back, straddling her in one swift move.

“Stop it!” she yelled, pushing at his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh to inflict maximum pain.

He growled low in his throat and captured both her hands above her head, pinning her to the bed.

She struggled against him, trying to use her hips to buck him off.

“Stop struggling, princess. You know it’s going to be no use.”

But his words only made her struggle more.

As her knee came close to his crotch, he held her down more forcefully, trapping her legs between his own.

There were tears in her eyes now, glittering in the lamplight. She continued to struggle against him, crying out in pain when she couldn’t dislodge him.

“Why are you doing this?” she repeated, sounding almost defeated.

“Because I want you,” he lied, kissing her neck again. He already knew she had a sensitive spot right there.

“I-I thought you hate me?”

“I lied.”

She opened her mouth to question him more, but he quickly covered it with his, thrusting his tongue deep into her warmth. He kissed her that way for what seemed like hours, trying to shave away her reluctance. When he pulled back, her expression was bemused.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he whispered hoarsely against her lips.

His words were crude, but they made little shocks of electricity run through her body.

“I…” She shook her head, unable to mouth the words.

“Are you sure?”

His fingers moved to her mound and stroked it, making her arch in surprised pleasure. She hadn’t even been aware of him taking her shorts off. She was so sensitive and his touch was making her body so weak and needy. God, had she ever been this sensitive before?

“You’re wet. Why am I not surprised?”

Soft whimpers escaped from her throat as he sifted his görükle escort fingers through her trimmed curls, letting his forefinger brush against her clit periodically. He could feel what his touch was doing to her. Her lips were becoming fuller, her slit coated in her cream. Her body was reacting to his.

“Your body’s begging to be fucked, princess,” he growled, biting down on her earlobe. “Are you sure you don’t want to be fucked?”

Her breath caught. She wanted to shake her head.

Before she could respond, he thrust into her, cleaving that fragile barrier even before he knew it was there. His gaze was every bit as stricken as hers when their eyes met.

It would’ve been so easy. Seduce her, get the tape, blackmail Augustine. It was solid — plan 2.4. He’d seen the vibrator in her room and interpreted it as a sign that she wasn’t a virgin. Apparently, he’d made a huge mistake on that account.

He found that he could not meet her gaze. He’d stolen her virginity from her. So callously. She began crying, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes. She looked so desolate, so pained, so very defeated. She made him feel like a monster — which he probably was.

The last of his anger drained out of him, and with a clear mind, he finally saw the truth of what he’d done. He’d raped her. He’d raped a virgin.

He laid his forehead against hers, trying to take in a calming breath. He was still buried inside her heat. She was still pulsing around him to the rhythm of her heartbeat, coating him with her wetness.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, brushing the tears from her eyes.

“W-what?” she asked, stunned. More tears flowed from her eyes.

“Hush. Stop that.” His voice was gruff as he dashed away the remainder of her tears.

He moved slightly inside her and her breath caught.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, watching the play of emotions cross her face.

“Not really,” she admitted, staring up at him with confusion in her eyes. She didn’t know what to make of him. Damn, he didn’t know what to make of himself. Which idiot would assault a woman and then ask if she was all right? Shit, he was going crazy!

He moved inside her slowly, watching as her pupils dilated in pleasure. He buried his lips in her neck and her eyelids fluttered shut. He released her hands and she immediately curled it around his neck, holding on for the ride, pulling him closer. He picked up the pace, raising her legs to curl around his waist. Soft whimpers left her throat and those sexy little sounds spurred him on.

He sucked on his index finger and brought it to her clit, making her buck under him. The circular motions of his fingers quickened, and she drew in a sharp breath, tensing. Her sheath closed over him so tightly that it was almost painful.

The look of ecstasy on her face got to him. With a low growl, he spurted in her sensitized sheath, triggering a riot of mini-orgasms in her body.

Minutes later, he pulled on his jeans and grabbed his shirt. She still lay on the bed, curled into a ball. His eyes met hers and he saw the confusion in them, the helplessness. Not wanting to deal with it, he left the room, making sure he locked it down.

Only then did he cover his face with his hands. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the hell had he done?

*

Lucio started as the door to the surveillance room opened. Adrian strode in and scowled when he saw that the monitor to the princess’s room was off. He reached over and flicked it on. She was still lying in the same position that he’d left her in.

“So you did it,” Lucio commented, his voice betraying none of the anger he was feeling. He’d told Adrian from the start that the girl was an innocent and deserved no punishment for what her father had done. But had his brother listened? No.

Adrian didn’t reply. Instead, he said, “I want the tape.”

Lucio gave him a curt nod. They’d been through this plan before.

“By seven. I’ll see you in the meeting room.” His hand was on the doorknob when he paused and turned again, “Bring the princess.”

*

He got the tape ready in record time and burned it into a CD. Bull stepped into the surveillance room for his shift just as Lucio put the CD into a case.

“Mama sent you her cookies,” Bull said as he shut the door. In his hand was a tin full of his mother’s chocolate chip and macadamia nut cookies. As children, Lucio would haunt the Matteo household every baking day, waiting for Mama to break out a new batch of cookies so he could pounce on them. He never really grew out of that cookie-eating phase.

“Thanks,” he said, reaching for the tin.

“Any change?” Bull asked, turning his attention to the cameras. When he spotted Tressa on the bed, naked, he raised an eyebrow. She’d never been one to sleep naked; he should know, since he’d been monitoring her sleeping habits.

Lucio cleared his throat. “Yes, actually. Adrian carried out plan 2.4 a few minutes ago.”

“What?” Bull’s sharp exclamation reverberated through the room.

“He’s calling a meeting for bursa sınırsız escort 0700. He’ll inform all of you about the progress then.”

Bull ran a hand over his smooth head in agitation. “How could he do that without discussing with the team first?”

Lucio sighed, sharing Bull’s sentiment. “I think he snapped. After we watched the video… he lost it a little. He had that look in his eyes… I didn’t think I could stop him even if I wanted to.”

Bull’s fist came down hard on the table, toppling the pencil holder. “So he raped her?”

“Not really.”

Bull’s eyes narrowed. “Then it was consensual?”

Lucio swallowed. “Not really.”

“Then what the hell was it?”

It was Lucio’s turn to run his hands through his hair. “I don’t know, ok? She was responding to him, and that’s all we need.”

The dark man sat down heavily on his chair.

“You agreed to this, Bull. When we formulated the plan, you agreed to 2.4.”

“I know, god damnit!”

Lucio took the other chair and straddled it. “Look, I know how you feel. She’s innocent. She doesn’t deserve this. Adrian knows that too. But there’s really no other way to threaten that bastard. We want him on his toes.”

Bull flicked a button and zoomed in on her, lying on the bed.

“Look at her, man. She’s broken.”

Lucio flicked the screen off and turned Bull in his direction.

“That girl’s father is the bastard that bombed the court where your father was standing. Her father is responsible for making your mother a widow. Can you forgive that?”

The wounds, though over thirty years old, were not buried. They still burned like someone poured salt water on them. Bull shut his eyes. “No, I can’t.”

“I can’t, either. Neither can Adrian. We’re all fighting for one cause here. Adrian is doing his best to ensure we get justice. He needs everyone on board.”

“I am on board. It’s just…” His voice trailed off.

“Just what?”

“She reminds me of my sister.”

When Lucio said nothing, Bull continued. “I feel like I need to protect her.”

“Well, she’s not Rose and you don’t have to protect her. Just remind yourself that her family is responsible for the death of your father and your relatives. It should give you enough ammo to move forward.”

There was a long silence as Bull stared into a blank screen. Then he cleared his throat and said, “Yeah, thanks, man.”

Luc slapped him on the back. “Stay strong.”

*

Ok, so he didn’t really believe what he told Bull. The girl was an innocent. She shouldn’t be put through this shit. But he wasn’t going to spoil his brother’s plans by sympathizing with the enemy. He was smarter than that. It had taken the family 30 years to get here, and he wasn’t going to ruin it for them all.

Looking around the corridor to make sure no one was coming, he quickly punched in the code to her room and entered. She was not on the bed as he’d last seen her. Instead, he heard the shower running.

He moved forward to sit on the bed, but froze awkwardly mid-way when he saw the stains on the bedsheet. Blood. Her blood. Had she been a virgin? It was impossible. They’d seen the toy in her room… and yet…

The water stopped running. Luc looked from the bed to the chair repeatedly then chose to stand in the middle of the room instead. When she exited the shower in her tank top and shorts, he stood awkwardly with the tin of cookies in one hand.

When she saw him, her eyes widened in panic and she moved backwards, trying to get away from him.

“No, no, no.” He backed away slowly, showing her that he meant no harm. “I wanted to give you something.”

She stopped and looked at him suspiciously. He attempted a smile and failed miserably.

“Here,” he said, passing her the tin. She didn’t reach out for it. She looked at it, then back at him.

“They’re cookies. Bull’s mama made them. They’re wonderful. She puts little bits of Cadbury chocolate in them and chunks of macadamia nuts…”

She looked at him as though he’d lost a couple of crucial brain cells.

“Bull gave them to me and I thought you might like some. Here.” He popped the tin open and handed it to her. She still didn’t move and continued to eye him warily.

“Well, I’ll just set it down here then.” He put it on the bed. “You can eat it whenever you want.”

But as the smell from the tin wafted towards him, his mouth watered. Smiling apologetically, he reached into the tin. “I’m just going to take a couple of these.”

He stuffed one in his mouth and grabbed a couple more.

She was now looking at him with a weird expression on her face.

“I’m gonna go,” he said around a mouthful of cookies.

As he opened the door, she called out to him. Her voice was hoarse — from her tears, he knew.

“Thank you.”

He smiled, but it was apologetic. “I hope they make you feel better.”

*

His men gathered in the meeting room at seven sharp. No one was late, except for Lucio, who was bringing nilüfer escort the princess in. Adrian glanced at his watch again, waiting for the two of them to show up.

The men were getting impatient. All of them had important tasks to do — mostly pertaining to security. When they were inside, they had to watch their posts through a camera… it was not the safest thing to do.

It was fifteen past seven when Luc showed up with the princess in tow. She looked bedraggled, with her hair tousled and dressed only in shorts and a tank top. Her lips were fuller than they’d been before. He refused to think about why that was so.

“Have a seat,” he said, his voice sharp.

The princess looked at him, an unreadable expression on her face. Then she looked away, seating herself next to Luc.

“As some of you might already know, plan 2.4 was carried out last night.”

Tressa looked up, wondering what plan 2.4 was. She hoped it didn’t involve bombing or violence of any kind. Just thinking about her country in shambles made her shiver.

“Today, we’re sending Augustine the video. If he does not respect our request, we’ll be sending the video out to all major entertainment industries and shows.”

Tressa frowned and leaned close to Luc. “What tape?” she whispered, but one look at him showed her that the nice, kind guy she’d seen last night was gone. His eyes were hard, cold, like the first time she’d met him.

She leaned back slowly, suddenly quite afraid. The men were all looking at her with weird looks in their eyes. Only Bull stared straight ahead, avoiding eye contact.

Next to her, Luc flicked a key on his laptop and a video played on screen. So, they were going to watch a video. Fine by her.

It took her a while to recognize the room from that angle. When she did, she sat up straighter, her jaw dropping in shock. It was her room. And there she was, lying on the bed, naked, with Adrian covering her body.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

At first, she thought the voice was inside her head. God only knew she’d repeated the scene several times in her mind. But then, she realized that it was actually coming from the video. And she also realized that she’d been making really slutty whimpers at that point.

Her voice filled the room. “Yes, god, Adrian. Fuck me!”

Those words snapped her out of her shocked stupor. Anger effervesced inside her, spilling over as she slammed her palms on the table. They stung badly, but she ignored the pain.

“I did not say those words!” she shouted at the leader. “This is inhumane! I knew it! I knew you had a motive for doing that last night.”

Adrian ignored her and turned to Luc. “Send it off.”

Tressa turned to the younger brother, her stance panicked. “Send it off? Send it off to whom?”

“Why, your father of course.”

Tressa raised petrified eyes to Adrian’s. There was nothing left of the man who had apologized to her last night for hurting her. The man before her was the ruthless, cold, mean-tempered asshole who’d held a hand to her throat last night.

She reached out to grab Luc’s hands as they flew across the keyboard. “Please, don’t.”

Her voice left no doubt that she was begging.

Bull stood and left the room.

Tressa’s eyes pleaded with Luc. He looked over to Adrian.

“Send it.”

“No, please! He’s my father. H-he can’t see this.”

Luc shook her off and did as his brother told him to. When he was done, he closed his laptop and followed Bull out of the room. He didn’t want to look at her. The other members of the team followed suit.

She sat in her chair, stunned. How could anyone…? It had been her first time… He’d raped her and then he’d edited the damn video to make it seem like she’d wanted it?

Tears fell from her eyes, and she didn’t stop them from falling. She was too numb. Her entire body felt frozen. Her father was going to see her having sex. And if he didn’t abdicate the throne, they were going to send the video to the entertainment industry.

It was all too much to take in. It was happening much too fast. She didn’t know how to react. Her shoulders sagged and she covered her eyes with her hands.

When a hand touched her shoulder, she stood and whirled around.

“You have to go back to your room.”

She attacked him. The anger seemed to burst from inside her and she rushed at him with a growl.

He hadn’t been expecting that. She’d looked so helpless, so defeated. He didn’t know how he ended up on the floor with her on top of him, tearing his shirt apart.

“I hate you!” she spat. He didn’t think anyone else had said those three words with that much conviction.

Her hands moved into his hair and she pulled, trying as hard as possible to tear out as much hair as she could by the roots. The pain nearly made his eyes roll back in his head. He’d been punched in the face countless times, but the agony of having his hair pulled was really something close to getting his crotch kicked.

He rolled her under him in one quick move, dislodging her hands from his hair. She wriggled and kicked and spat profanities, but like the night before, it was so easy for him to subdue her. She was small and had little strength.

She spat on him. Right on his cheek. Then she bared her teeth at him like a wild animal.

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