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UCAC Ch. 02

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I apologize in advance for the back-stories and slow pacing, but bear with the series until the real drama picks up.

This is, so far, my favorite story… I hope it becomes a favorite to my loyal readers too!

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Most of my life, I’d been alone. I remember the day when the overwhelming feeling that there was no one left to protect me, came with the force of a gale storm. I was nine years old, me, my mother and father were on an ocean barge coming from the Americas to France. They never told me why at the time but I learned it had something to do with the UCAC and I was recruited from a very young age.

So my parents did everything in their power to take me to France where I could then be sent to Finland. Things were going great until we reached the English Channel. It was a place where pirates were known to loot ships. Indeed, we got looted. That night, my parents fought with all they had to protect me, not knowing the looters only came for their rations.

My mother and Father were both hardened people. Having grown up in Post War America made them hardened nonsensical behaviors and always about their business. That night, their toughness was their detriment, feeling the need to fight no knowing the odds. They gunned down before their only son, not knowing how this would inevitably scar me. It didn’t dawn on me that they were dead until the ship crashed on the British shore. I crawled over to my parents, lying on the cold wet tarmac.

“Mom..” I said, trying to shake her awake. She was as hard as a rock. I ended up flipping her over, mortified by her face. She had been stabbed in the temple and beaten so badly I didn’t even recognize her. She was blue, having changed color due all the blood rushing to her face after lying there for so long.

I fell back, screaming to the top of my lungs wondering what monster was this because it was certainly not my mother. I could see the corpse of my father hanging by a rail as the ship had capsized upon running aground. I crawled over to him, he too was stiff and mangled so badly I couldn’t recognize him.

I cried, and cried, not able to believe this was them. I waited inside that ship for hours, hoping they’d all come back somehow, not able to grasp the fact that they were dead. I didn’t realize they were dead until, from hunger, I began exploring the ship. I crawled up to the cabin, reaching the cockpit. There the ship’s Captain lay dead, bludgeoned to death, in equally bad shape as my parents. The more I searched, the more dead bodies I began to find.

I’d go up to someone, thinking they were sleeping.

“Hey!” I’d call out, but upon looking at their face, would realize there was something wrong with them. They simply didn’t look human to me. Their faces were so mangled, I couldn’t come to believing these slaughtered, dead people were humans. It was so disconcerting and frustrating to see what my mind perceived as sentient beings but not humans everywhere I turned. I cried so much,

“I want my momma,” I’d repeat.

I was so hungry, eventually reaching the pantry deep within the ship. Upon opening the door, a dead body fell on me. I screamed and kicked, thinking I was being attacked. I pushed the the cook off of me and scrambled out of the ship. I hit the stony shore, scraping myself up badly. I looked back, seeing how it was riddled with so many dead folk…people that weren’t responsive to the world around them… just gone. I couldn’t quite grasp the concept of death then, but I knew these people were not themselves anymore… including my parents.

I may was nine years old, but from the time I could walk and talk, my parents taught me everything they knew about survival. If I wanted food, I’d have to hunt and forage for it. If I wanted water, I’d have to dig and distill it. If I wanted to survive, I’d have to build shelters. But still, for a nine year old, that was too much.

I eventually was picked up by some roving bandits, probably the same bandits that killed my parents. From then on out, I made my little niche amongst them and stuck with them until I was about eighteen. That is when the UCAC raided our stronghold and said I was one of theirs. Then I was forced to be a product of their military only to learn that it was for my greater good. Still though, I was a delinquent… Very, very hard-headed and was a lot more trouble than I was worth. I got beaten and shouted at so much, I was used to it. It all changed when I met Raul in the final stages of basics.

He was a young Frenchman, the same age as I. He probably would have been my best friend throughout most of my life if events would have taken a right turn, but still I was grateful for him. He was a gorgeous, little something. He had striking blue eyes, fiery auburn hair and the greatest smile you’d ever see. He tended to be my voice of reason in this place, keeping me out of harm’s way when I had a calling for some excitement.

In turn, I provided him with excitement, he and I exploring our sexualities urfa escort with each other. To me it was no big deal but I was the one to take Raul’s virginity. Not only that, but I persisted to whore around while Raul only wanted one person and that was me. I often was sent on hit and run mission that carried me across hundreds of miles and back. Along the way, I’d fuck any and everything that was attractive and would go back and tell Raul about my adventures. He’d always smile and nod but deep down, it hurt so much.

Then came the long a gruelling Italy runs. We had received a tip that the Revivalists had a major head of operations in old Venice. We Long Wingers were tasked with opening the door for the job and did so as planned. However it became quite evident that this was trap, to lure all of the UCAC into one area and lay waste to them. This was not a Revivalist nest but bait and lure from a massive Cobalt attack. The only one to figure that out was Tinnu as he saw insurgents surrounding the empty building we were in. However, he did not figure it out in time.

Our second wing, Laggar, was shot by a high posted sniper and many of the Broad Wingers were gunned down too. We were left pretty much in an air versus ground battle that dragged out over the course of weeks as we were pretty much pinned down. What we needed were forces on the ground because us light weights in the air only were built to provide air support. But with the death of professor Aheem, we had to pull extra weight.

The Air Core was known for it’s hard work but the Marine Core, the ones with the firepower to stop this within a matter of hours held back, watching many of us die at the hands of the Cobalt Insurgents. It was so frustrating when they were the ones with the numbers, the weaponry and the intelligence. Maybe it was because they were the first team to be designed but didn’t like that there was an Air Core? Who knows, but the man in charge of the Marine Core, General Harman was as twisted as a Chinese willow.

What ever his end game was, he wanted to come out on top and quite frankly, we did not need someone like him in charge. He wanted death, especially if it could get him his way. Our General, General Aquil, often had to pull miracles out of his ass and this was no exception. He had to bring in a special team of Broad Wingers, the Roc Class.

Basically it was a team of eight men, each over seven feet tall and over two hundred seventy five pounds, in cybernetic wing suits based upon eagles. The Roc Class all had wingspans well over twenty eight feet, each being platforms for powerful explosive weapons. His arrival turned the tides of this battle and we all fought our way out.

The battle lasted two more weeks as insurgents kept pouring in, but under General Aquil’s fist, no more Winger’s lives’ were lost and it truly was the first time General Harman’s authority had been questioned. Of course, when all the bloodshed had fell, General Harman sent the clean up recovery crew to take care of the wreckage and the locals.

The battle that lasted two months had an aftermath that lasted four more months. We couldn’t leave until General Harman’s work was done which was tough because, we didn’t use the same resources as the Marine Core. Our rations were running low and we had dozens of mouths to feed.

All I could think about was getting out of this hell hole and getting home to Raul, telling him about this shit! Upon doing so, I learned some very tough things. He had gotten over what we had, or what we didn’t have. He was tired of the heartbreak and cut ties with me all together. We weren’t even friends at this point and it felt like the little bit of life I did have was crumbling in my hands…it’s particles being whisked away at the slightest breeze.

I just wasn’t my loud, brash and carefree self anymore. I just wanted that void in my life filled again and no one soul could replaster it except Raul. I loved him more than he could ever know. I just sat in my bed, thinking about him non stop.

“DENVER!” A superior shouted. I sprung up to my feet, standing at parade rest.

“SIR!” I shouted back unsure who it was.

It was Captain Wallace, Lead Wing of the Long Wingers.

“Everyone’s looking for you! Go to the locker room and give your team a prep talk.” He said, unsure why I was still in my barracks.

“Will do sir.” I said, making my way to the stairs.

“And one more thing…” Cap began, “Don’t come back here for the rest of the day…That’s an order.”

“Captain…” I sighed, begging him.

“What happened?” Captain asked.

“Things are dead between Raul and I… I just don’t know…” I sighed.

“You’re twenty four years old…take your mind off of love and think about the people who depend on you! Now, get down there and show them some love!” Captain said. He always could put a smile on my face. I nodded and headed down to the locker room. I walked past the Broad Wingers, uşak escort the Roc Class and met my squad, all stretching for the long day of flying ahead. Marcell was the first to lay eyes on me.

“Oh my God, why the fuck weren’t you here?” He asked.

“I guess I was a little bit more beat than thought I was.” I laughed.

“Wait,” Milan began, “You’re not flying with us?”

“Not this time…” I said with a faint smile.

“We won’t need him…” Jarvis chimed in, not bothering to make eye contact. Milan turned to him, ready to give Jarvis a thorough tongue lashing.

“Yeah you all won’t,” I began, “You have Everette and he’s very, capable.” Everette turned to me as he stretched.

“You think so?” Everette asked.

“Of course!” I smiled, “Just don’t hold back kid! Not many Wingers your age can fly like that! You’re a rare force!”

Jarvis gave a quick glance at me, the brief eye contact speaking volumes. He was not enthused with what I was saying but again, held his silence. Everette too was surprised by my kind tongue, obviously hearing from Jarvis that I was not the nicest person.

“Thank you and will heed…” Everette responded.

Everyone was chattering, all except Liam who sat silently on the floor, stretching. I almost didn’t notice him, there.

“You alright back there?” I asked.

“Yeah, I just want to get this over with…” Liam sighed.

“Oh god, he sounds like you…” Jarvis murmured.

“Well Liam, this right here will officially break you into the team. Don’t sweat it. It’s all fun and games, at the end of the day.” Milan sighed.

“We’ll see when I get out there. I mean I am the smallest thing on two wings… If I get bumped out of the sky, I just get bumped out of the sky…” Liam said, sounding truly unenthused.

“You realise you are the most agile flying Winger of us all right? If you don’t want to be touched, no one can touch you. You also seem caught up on the fact that you’re small. Well let me tell you something, us small guys pack the biggest punch! We can get into places bigger blokes cannot and get the fuck out just as easy. A bit of advice…don’t be so linear when it comes to flying. Any and everything can work to your possible advantage out there. You just gotta keep that mind of yours open and learn to listen to Marcell! He won’t lead you wrong… He’s our intel for a reason!” I said.

“Will heed…” Liam said.

Jarvis looked at the little munchkin, spread out on the floor. He meticulously scanned him from head to toe with almost predatory intent.

“Hmp,” He said with a brief nod, before returning to being a douchebag. Something about Jarvis just made my skin crawl. He was the Starscream to Captain Wallace’s Megatron, I swear!! I just hated that sleaze…

“Ok,” Marcell began, “At least be in radio contact with us!”

“Nope.” I laughed.

“WHY NOT!” Marcell asked, growing frustrated.

“I’m telling you, put a little faith in Liam and Everette. It could be kinda like how you and Milan have a big-little structure and use it well! The two are really young but I can promise you this! When they learn to work together the way you two do, they’ll be a force unlike anything we’ve seen here at UCAC.” I said. Marcell sighed, my words giving him something to think about.

Jarvis eyed me threateningly, the statement obviously going against everything he was instilling in Everette. Everette turned to Liam who continued to stretch on the floor, giving him a brief nod and a smile.

“Ok yeah, you have a point…” Milan chimed in, he too thinking about it.

“In order for this to work, the two will at least have to have the same build mechanics and they simply do not. Subbu is built for aerial…meandering while Lanner is built for high speed coursing…much like Saker and I.” Jarvis chimed in. This dude was simply nasty. How he was attempting to wedge barriers between the team made it clear he was here for his own agenda.

“That’s all science talk when I’m talking strategy. Milan and Marcell have very different builds but I can assure you that the two work together like butter on scones! What I’m saying is that teamwork is key to the success of anything we do, and that Milan and Marcell are testaments to that.” I said back.

“They also have seven years of experience together when Lanner went on his first real mission yesterday and Subbu has been attempting to be successful on these missions for the past eleven months.” Jarvis said, throwing insults in as he nimbly learned how to do.

“What you lack in agility in mid air, you surely know you make up for it with your smart as tongue…” Milan said, coming to Liam’s defense.

“Look,” I said sitting between Everette and Liam, “Neither of you are going to get working together as a team right on the first try. But I can assure you that if you do try, you will grow as a team! Nothing is ever easy and nothing is ever concrete. But I’d van escort recommend you pay attention to Milan and Marcell because they work in a way that keeps each other alive. Even on this team exercise, you will learn that there is no such thing as every man for himself. You are dependent on the man next to you and vice versa.”

“Yeah, I remember when Milan swooped down a flipped that boat when it was shooting at Marcell…” Everette recalled, warranting a snide look from Jarvis.

“Not only that, but Marcell is our most valuable man on the field. If he’s down, we’re all at a disadvantage.” I added.

“Oh really?” Everette asked.

“Yeah.” I responded.

“He’s our intel. Without him, we know nothing, can do nothing and are fighting blind. I learned that the hard way yesterday…” Liam chuckled.

“Yeah and mistakes are fine. As long as you recover swiftly and learn from them, it’s all the matter. I know we can be a little tough on you but so is this world. We can’t go easy on you and you get out there and ruin yourself… It has happened before…” I sighed.

“What?” Everette responded.

“You know the Broad Wing team is the biggest team… Well their training is a little lenient and they don’t work on extreme variables. You were in basics at the time but this became all too evident when we have the Venice mission. Over half the Broad Wingers were out of comission over the course of the mission. We lost a man too…codenamed, Laggar. You are here to replace him…” I responded.

“Well damn…” Everette said, taken aback.

“I don’t mean to scare you. And just so you know, you have no shoes to fill but your own. Laggar left a legacy behind but you must forge your own. Let this training exercise be the start!” I said, extending out my hand. He shook it, taking great interest in the words I said. I looked over to Liam, giving him a swift brow furl.

I did the boy a grand favor, reducing the gap between him and Everette by a huge margin. Now, it was time for them to build a friendship that would stay with them for their entire military career. I did have my concerns though. Jarvis may have been defeated this once, but he truly had a gameplan. I bet it had something to do about concerns of losing his spot as Second Wing. All and all, Everette could rob him of it because Everette was a better flyer than Jarvis.

Yeah I said it and will say it again! Everette was better on the wing than Jarvis and Jarvis knew this. Jarvis, though, had nearly a decade of experience over Everette which gave him the skill to combat Everette’s talent. It was why Jarvis was attempting to get close to Everette. He wanted to get inside this boy’s head, fuck around with him and eventually send him into ruin. Essentially, Jarvis was eliminating the competition.

It was time for the team to be off. They stood up, all heading towards the hangar. As they left, I stopped Everette, grabbing him by his arm. He looked surprised, unsure what this would be about.

“Hey…” I said.

“Yeah?” He responded, full of uncertainty.

“I want you to be careful around Jarvis. He’s not a good guy at all and if you’re not careful, you’ll end up like Chance.” I said.

“Who’s Chance?” The boy asked.

“Laggar… Laggar died because of Jarvis. I’m warning you…steer clear of Jarvis.” I said sternly.

“That’s funny…” Everette said.

“What?” I responded.

“He said you’d say something like this.”

“Look, if you don’t believe me then fine. Jarvis will boil you so slow you won’t even know the water’s scalding until you’re dead. I’m not here to scare you Everette but I do wish for you to heed my warnings. Stay away from Jarvis…” I responded.

“He said that you only care about yourself,” Everette said, snatching his arm away from me, “That you’re not a team player, and that you’ll do anything to get your way…”

“He seems to have that mixed up with himself. Well as I said you were warned… Find out on your own, dammit and when you end up with talons in your back because you thought it was someone you can trust, I won’t be there with an I told you so because you’ll likely be dead…and guess who’s gonna be responsible… Jarvis. The closer you get to him, the less likely you are to see it coming and quite frankly, he’s clawing at your shins…” I sighed.

“Well,” He said looming over me with his chest puffed out, “Seems you’re the one clawing at my shins. Jarvis was so right about you. He called you out so well…” The boy chuckled, walking away.

“I’m sorry for you kid… You haven’t even had a good run yet.” I said, sitting down on the bench.

“So now you’re preying on the new grunts…” Someone said from behind. I turned, startled. It was Raul.

“What? No…” I refuted.

“Well it seems you just got shot down and took it up the ass…” He sighed.

“Raul, that battle in Italy was no joke. We lost our second best flyer and it was no one’s fault but Jarvis’s. You weren’t there! You didn’t see what we saw.” I said to him.

“Wow…” He said full of skepticism.

“Have I ever lied to you?” I asked, unsure where this lack of trust was coming from, “Have I ever told you anything that wasn’t true?” He thought on it long and hard.

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It Began on a Christmas Ch. 01

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It all began when I was very young. My family consisted of two elder brothers along with my mom and dad. My brothers were much older than me. Sam was 6 years older. Joe was 8 years older than me and they were both already working with dad. My dad had been a Silicon Valley whiz kid. He had his own Software Company by the age of 25, and was a millionaire before Joe was born. Mom was also a software engineer and my parents met at a technology convention and fell in love. I think anybody could fall in love with mom. She was the hottest software engineer you’ll ever meet. My dad wasn’t the nerdy type either. In fact he always had an aura of a Cooperate Giant rather than a geeky computer guy. We lived in a big mansion and ever since I was kid, I enjoyed the lifestyle of a princess.

I just had started college. I was still dating my high school boyfriend, to whom lost my cherry a couple of years ago. I was not a promiscuous kid. I was good at study and was a model child of a model family.

On the Christmas Eve, It was a family tradition that we all waited for Santa in our own rooms. He always came in the middle of the night and brought a bag of gifts. We all then showed each other our presents in the morning. When I was a kid, I used to believe that it was the real Santa. As I grew up, and grew out of my Santa believing phase, I knew it was either my dad or one of my brothers dressed up as Santa. The Ritual continued and whoever he was, my Santa did a very good job of disguising his identity.

That fateful night, I was not feeling well. I was feeling hot and uneasy. Yet I did not feel like turning of the room radiator. I was getting sweaty and as the time passed by, I felt more and more uneasy. I decided to let lose my clothes a little bit. I unbuttoned my shirt. It felt better. So, I took it off completely. I then also removed my trousers. It was a relief. I was now clad only in my white cotton panties and white bra. I was considering that if I should be wearing such dress when Santa arrives. But then I thought that there is no harm in it as I was convinced that the Santa was my dad. And I saw no reason to be ashamed of my dad. I lied down on my bed and drifted of to sleep. I was woken yalova escort up by the sound of heavy panting. I was astounded to see that Santa was standing by my bed with his pant dropped to his ankles. He was furiously jerking his big thick dick!

I was no stranger to the male sexuality and had seen my boyfriend masturbating but the fact that astounded me was that it was perhaps my dad who was beating off at the image of his semi naked daughter. Before I could speak anything, Santa let out a heavy groan and came all over bed sheets. I was astounded and baffled. Santa, on the other hand, was calm and cool. He took a minute to calm down and then spoke in his electronically disguised voice, “Sorry my dear! You are so beautiful I could not resist. ”

I tried to speak something! Anything!! But no voice came out of my dry throat. In stead I noticed that I was feeling wetness in my panties. I covered my wetness with the sheet which was already soaking with Santa’s cum.

Santa spoke again, “So my dear have you been a nice girl in this year?”

I was beginning to get by and took a couple of deep breaths. Then I finally spoke, “Yes, Santa.”

“Good, I’ll note that down. I think these will cheer you up.” He said pointing to a stack of gifts.

The stack was taller than ever. I managed a smile. I was back to my senses. A part of me wanted confront him about the totally pervert act he had committed. But a part of me was getting so damn turned on by the situation. It was a fair tussle, but the horny part won. My hand automatically moved to my pussy under the sheet. Santa noticed but did not comment.

Santa, “So, you want anything else?”

I had decided to play dirty, “How about a piece of this big fat cock of yours?”

I knew it may have been my dad. But at that moment I wanted nothing but that fucking cock buried deep inside me.

Santa’s eyes lit up on my statement. He smiled and said, “This is proving easier than I thought. Well my dear are you sure about this.”

“Sure as anything”, I said furiously rubbing my pussy. My other hand was automatically rubbing my breasts though my bra. “Come on daddy! Fuck me now.”

Santa seemed a bit surprised at that, “It appears you know a lot more than I thought.”

I could see that his limp cock was now stirring back to life. yozgat escort He reached to his neck and turned off the voice changer. He then undid the cap and beard and I could see the handsome face of my father.

I don’t know if it was the heat or was he actually looking more handsome than ever. I felt like dreaming. He slowly approached my bed. I lied down and let my body loose. He gently removed the sheet off my body and then he slowly came above me. His hand gently scanned the length of my body. I could feel the chills where he touched. Then he planted his lips at my forehead. He moved his lips then to my eyes and to my cheeks. He then gently kissed my lower lip. Then all of a sudden I felt his warm tongue entering my mouth. I responded with equal vigor and our tongues dueled in each others mouths.

Meanwhile his hands were busy undressing me. I didn’t even notice that I already was out of my bra and my panties were now lying torn on the bed. His hands gently explored my body. When he reached my breasts he gave them a hearty cupping and then his hand found my pussy lips. I was totally bald there as I did not like hair much. He gently rubbed my clit. At that very time I had the first orgasm of the night. I was in heaven. Every inch of my body was at the height of sexual pleasure but my mind was telling me that I was only the beginning. Dad broke the kiss. He looked at my body in detail and said, “Oh my dear, you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Oh God, these breasts!! How did you get so big and beautiful?” Saying this he plunged at my chest and started sucking my boobs. He alternatively sucked both my nipples and simultaneously he was rubbing my clit. He then moved his mouth lower down my body. He gave my bellybutton a lick and then suddenly planted his mouth on pussy lips. I automatically opened my legs to give him better access. He began to skillfully lick my pussy.

I had plenty of oral sex before with my boyfriend but dad’s technique was far more superior. I was yelling like crazy and could feel the room spinning around me. Dad stopped for a moment and said, “Honey, will you please return the favor?” Saying this, he stood up and moved his body over so that his dick was dangling in my face. We were in 69 position. Dad did not waste anytime in resuming what he had left from. I was awed ankara escort at the size of dad’s dick. It was at least 8 inches long and had good girth too. I had never sucked a cock that big. But I was determined to do well. I took the mushroom shaped dick in my mouth. I let it slide as far as it would go then I could feel it touching the back of my throat. I pushed forward a bit more till I found my touching his pubes. My nose was right at his asshole and I could feel a sordid smell. Yet somehow it was turning me on even more. I took it out of my mouth and then took it in again. He took the signal and started to move his dick in and out of my mouth. As he was fucking my face, his tongue violated my pussy like hell.

Suddenly he stopped and placed his mouth at my asshole. The sensation was too much for me. I had the climax of my life. I could not believe when I felt actual stream of liquid leaving my rocking pussy. I never knew I was a squirter. I was subsiding from the intense orgasm and dad was furiously licking my asshole. His tongue was moving in and out of the hole. My whole body was rocking like crazy. And I was increasing my pace at dad’s dick. He stopped and stood up and declared, “Enough with the lubrication dear. Why don’t we get some real action?”

I approved the idea by a eager nod. He positioned himself over my body and placed my legs over his shoulders. His big monster was now pointing at my pussy. With just a single thrust, he buried his whole dick in. I let out a gasp but before I could yell he placed his mouth over mine. He slowly brought his dick out and then shoved it in again. Our bodies began to get into rhythm and I found that my hips were trusting forward to receive his dick in. His pace was increasing with each thrust.

Soon he was fucking me with the speed of train. I could feel my orgasm building up and soon I was squirting all over the bed again. Seconds after my climax, dad reached his and he released his seed deep inside my womb. After that he collapsed on the bed beside me.

I was reviewing what had happened in the last hour. I could’ve never thought of doing anything like that before that day. But now that it had happened, it neither felt wrong nor I was guilty for doing it. In fact I could happily say that I just had the best sex of my life. I felt like yelling it at the top of my voice. And speaking of yelling, I realized that I had been yelling like crazy. Someone must’ve heard my voice. What would they think? Were we in trouble?

I shared my fears with dad, but he did not panic. In fact he smiled and began, “You need not to worry about it honey. Just let the good times roll.”

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The Daughter Ch. 04

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Master Thomas worked at his desk. Daily his routine began 7 am. It was Wednesday, the 18th of the month. Carefully he studied the appointment calendar. His first appointment would be at nine. Mr. Morstly’s wife had completed three months of schooling. He had brought her to The Women’s School for Behavior Corrections because she had been Lazy and uncooperative. Master Thomas took great pride in his training methods. He looked forward to the opportunity to exhibit the results.

The second appointment was for two in the afternoon. A sheriff in the neighboring county was bringing a thirty year old woman who had been caught stealing. The the school had a long term contract to provide punishment services for that county. There would be very little negotiation needed. He consulted his enrollment log. The new student would be number 417. He would give her a quick examination, and assign a guard to have her enrolled and placed into field training. He continued scanning the log. His gaze settled on number 403. Cheryl was his newest and most prized possession. He had purchased her from her parents near the end of the previous month.

Master Thomas’s face relaxed. He smiled at the thought of her innocent beautiful body in his arms. He then grew anguished with the recollection of the dilemma that faced him. Cheryl’s virginity belonged to him. He deeply desired to take her for his very own. But the school had gone into debt during the previous year. The income from new enrollments had been slow, yet the payroll for his guards and the medical upkeep for his students had increased. The practical thing to do would be to sell Cheryl’s virginity in his brothel to eliminate the debt, and secure the future of the school.

Tentatively, he planned for her to be taken on Friday, her 19th birthday. His advertising campaign had been extremely successful. Cheryl’s virginity had been purchased by Fred Lockload, a wealthy merchant in town. Master Thomas looked at his schedule, then turned to his typewriter and began making out his orders for her. He would have her for dinner that evening. Tomorrow, her preparation would begin. He typed out the orders for Mr. Morstly’s wife to be brought to his office.

“Good morning Master Thomas. Are you ready for your coffee?” Nurse Lankford entered the office at precisely 8 am. She placed the cup of freshly brewed coffee on his desk. Master Thomas pulled the orders for Mr. Morstly’s wife from his typewriter and handed them to the nurse. Nurse Lankford left to take them to the guard at the front door, then returned.

“Have a seat Miss Lankford.” He handed her Cheryl’s orders and filled her in on the details. They discussed the day’s appointments.

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Cheryl lay peacefully on her cell bunk. The days had flown by swiftly for her. She felt strong and beautiful. Nurse Lankford had taken good care of her. She had grown accustomed to her daily routine of being fed, bathed, and exercised. She had also enjoyed giving and receiving warm wonderful orgasms with Nurse Lankford. She always looked forward to the nurse’s next visit. The brand on her hip was now healed. Cheryl tenderly rubbed the scar that made her the property of Master Thomas. She longed to be in his powerful arms again, enjoying the touch of his hands upon her breasts and clitoris, and the warmth of his kiss on her lips.

“It’s time to eat number 403.” The Nurse’s cheerful voice at the cell door caught Cheryl off guard. She realized she was touching her clitoris again. Her breath caught in her throat. The unavoidable consequence became clear as Nurse Lankford’s voice grew harsh and scolding. “Get that hand away from that clitoris girl. You know better than that. Why can’t you be satisfied with the pleasure I have given you?”

Cheryl sat up on the bed. Obediently, she placed the backs of her hands on her knees, with the palms open. Nurse Lankford rolled the meal cart next to the wall and turned towards Cheryl with the thin leather whip in her hand. It angered her to punish Cheryl. This made the force of her strokes stronger as she brought the whip down across the delicate skin of Cheryl’s fingers.

Cheryl closed her eyes. She forced herself not to close her stinging hands as she heard the whip swish through the air ten times. It bit into her fingers and palms as the tears streamed down her face. Soon it was over and the nurse was wiping her face with a cloth. “I hope you learn to control yourself better, so I won’t have to do that. Now you need to eat. I have to exercise you and then get you ready to have dinner with Master Thomas this evening.” Cheryl ‘s happiness at hearing these words overwhelmed her. She eagerly ate her meal as excitement and anticipation filled her heart. She responded obediently to every command made by the nurse for the rest of the muğla escort day.

At dinnertime, Cheryl found herself being lead down the mansion corridors. She was carefully groomed. Her leash, collar, and chastity belt had been cleaned and polished. They glistened in the candlelight as Cheryl’s heart pounded with the anticipation of seeing her master. Nurse Lankford lead her into a small dining room. The walls were covered with deep green drapes embroidered with roses. Master Thomas sat at the table. An abundance of fruits, vegetables, and bread surrounded a beautifully roasted chicken. Candles flickered on each side of the centerpiece of aromatic roses. Nurse Lankford instructed her to sit in a chair opposite her master. She removed Cheryl’s collar and leash, then left the room. Cheryl longed to look at her master as she settled onto the chair in front of him. But her eyes remained on her plate. She struggled to quell the butterflies in her stomach as she awaited further instruction.

“My dear sex slave, you look beautiful tonight. How are you this fine evening?” Master Thomas’s voice was gentle and sincere.

Cheryl was surprised at how relaxed it made her feel. Her reply sounded sweet and confident. “Thank you Master Thomas. I am feeling very happy to be with you.”

“Good, I am glad you are well. I have looked forward to this evening myself. Let us enjoy this fine meal together now.” He carved a slice of chicken for her and placed it on her plate. Then did the same for himself. “You must eat some fruits and vegetables too. Eat as much as you want”

Cheryl obeyed. Her smile was endearing and her eyes filled with joy as she enjoyed her meal. Eating the delicious food with her master filled her with a sense of ecstasy. She found it impossible not to long for his gentle touches that she hoped would soon fallow.

Master Thomas gazed at her charming beauty as they finished their meal together. He worked hard to control his desire for her, knowing he could only have some of her. With a firm tone, he ordered her to stand and walk to him. He rose from the table as she came to him. Taking her by the hand, he lead her through the curtains into his bed chamber. Cheryl was directed to stand before him. Master Thomas removed his trousers and sat in a large chair near the bed. Cheryl admired the hardening object between his legs as he inspected her, running his hand along her arms and shoulders. He held her breasts in his hands. She felt tingling heat running through her, as her nipples hardened between his fingers. His hands moved gently over her stomach and onto her waist. He turned her and looked at her branded hip, mumbling an approval of his mark on her. The master reached into his pocket and pulled out his key to her chastity belt.

Cheryl felt the cool air against the wetness between her legs as he removed the leather straps from her body. He chuckled as he felt the moisture on the belt. Cheryl felt the warm blush in her cheeks. She felt his thick fingers rubbing the opening of her vagina. “I can see that you want me my sweet slave.”

“Yes Master Thomas. I want you.” Cheryl gasped. She wanted to reach out to him. The fear of offending him kept her still.

He placed her belt on a table. “Do you remember how I taught you to suck me during your first lesson with me?”

“Yes, I remember Master Thomas.”

“Good. You will do it again for me now.” He pushed Cheryl into a kneeling position between his legs. She carefully lifted his cock with her hand. It it was very long and thick. She placed her lips around it, feeling it’s head wedged between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She began sucking on it, then slid her mouth onto it as far as she could go, slipping her lips between it and her teeth. She slid back out and licked the thin crevice on the end, before sliding her mouth back onto it a second time. Master Thomas groaned with pleasure.

She felt his hands stroking her hair, as she began bobbing her head up and down with a slow rhythm. Her throat tightened as the head of his cock penetrated it with each stroke. She didn’t want to disappoint him, so she forced herself to tolerate the discomfort. She began bobbing faster. The organ became rock hard in her mouth. She heard him grunt with pleasure, as she worked, the pride and joy of pleasing her master filled her heart. His hands grasped her head tightly. His cock became even larger as he thrust it into her hot wet mouth. His balls slapped against her chin with each stroke. She could taste the salty liquid. He collapsed backward into the chair, gasping as his organ began to twitch. Cheryl eagerly swallowed his delicious juices as they flowed into her mouth. She continued to suckle him as he lay still. She then heard his warm voice. “That muş escort was excellent. You are a good little slave.” He stroked her head gently.

“Come up here and sit in my lap.” He helped her, pulling her to him. She was now sitting on his soft cock. He lifted her legs apart onto the arms of the chair. Cheryl’s skin quivered under his hands as he stroked her body. His powerful hands squeezed her breasts and nipples. She enjoyed the pleasant rushes of heat evoked by his touch. His hand soon found the moist folds of her vagina as he kissed and licked the back of her neck. The tingling rushed through her neck as he nibbled her ear. The sensations ran down her body as she felt his fingers messaging her clitoris with her wet juices. Her plump nipples seemed ready to burst between his fingers. The intensity of her pleasure grew within her as he played her. She wished it would never end. But her muscles began to tighten. Her body arched and she felt the explosion of her orgasm carrying her into a complete state of ecstasy. Cheryl felt the wetness as it spilled from her vagina. She collapsed into her masters arms and he held her close to him.

They sat quietly. Cheryl relished every second of her master’s embrace. She could hear his heart beating and felt the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. She soon noticed a hard lump against the flesh of her bottom. Her body yearned for it. She wanted to feel it inside her. The sound of his voice startled her. “You want me inside you. Don’t you my sweet slave?”

“Oh yes master Thomas. I want it more than anything.”

“I plan to use your virginity for another purpose. But tonight, I will take your ass for my own.” Cheryl did not understand. But her desire to please him made her obedient to his every wish.

“Get down on your hands and knees facing away from me.” Without hesitation she followed his instructions. Cheryl felt her master’s hands rubbing her bottom and thighs. “Spread your legs a little more for me.” His fingers caressed her clitoris and the tender opening of her vagina. Thrilling sensations of pleasure streamed through her as he summoned her juices with his fingers. His fingers worked with her wetness, spreading it onto the area below her rectum.

“Relax and hold still slave.” His fingers felt thick against her tender flesh. They prodded their way into the crack of her bottom, spreading her juices onto the tiny opening of her rectum. Cheryl gasped as the thick finger pressed against the tightness of her sphincter. She was beginning to enjoy the gentle manipulation of her hole. Then it slowly pushed into her. The pinching pressure felt like it was burning. Her back arched involuntarily toward the floor, shifting her away from him.

“I told you to hold still.” He grabbed her thighs, repositioning her in front of him. His hand felt incredibly hard as he spanked her three times.

Master Thomas was amazed at the smallness of her anus. He had enjoyed watching his thick fingertip disappear into her. He thrilled at the tightness of her sphincter squeezing against his finger as he watched her body respond to the discomfort. He did not want to hurt her and knew he would have to go easy on her. He removed a pot of oil from a shelf under the table near by.

Cheryl felt her masters hands apply the thick oil around her rectal opening. She forced herself to remain in position as his finger pushed its way back into her. She tried to relax against the painful pressure. More oil was added as the finger slowly stroked in and out, making its way in deeper each time. It pressed and rubbed against the walls of her rectum as it filled her. A thrilling sensation shot through her as his knuckles made contact with the mouth of her vagina.

She felt his finger retreat. He squeezed one of the cheeks of her bottom, exposing her more fully. More oil was added. She felt his thumb press into her, pulling her open, and allowing two fingers to penetrate her tight sphincter. The two fingers stroked the walls of her rectum in and out. The oil was added with each stroke. Finally she felt knuckles against her vagina again. She gasped quietly as the pleasant sensation spread through her loins. His fingers began to pump in and out of her. Her discomfort returned as he slipped the thumb of his other hand in with them, pulling her more open.

Master Thomas was pleased as he felt her tender flesh slowly relaxing against the force of his thrusting fingers. “Good girl. I think you will be ready for me now. Turn around and suck your masters cock until it is hard.”

Cheryl felt an emptiness within her as her master’s fingers left her. Eagerly she pivoted on her knees and began kissing and licking the semi erect organ between his legs. He grasped her breasts, messaging nevşehir escort them forcefully as she sucked on him. She felt his hardness growing as she pumped him She wondered how it could ever fit into her tiny ass.

He stopped her. “Stand by my bed.” An oily fart escaped through her sphincter as she stood up. The embarrassment was overwhelming, as the oil spilled out of her rectum and streamed down her legs. But her master seemed not to notice. He reached under the bed, pulling out a giant bulging pillow. He tossed it onto the center of the bed. “Get on the pillow, face down. Spread your legs and grab your knees with your hands.”

Cheryl crawled onto the soft, firm pillow. It was so thick, it held up above the bed a few inches. She spread her legs, grasping her knees. Her ass was pointing up towards the ceiling. She felt totally vulnerable to her master’s wishes.

The pink flesh of the slave girls rectum looked inviting to Master Thomas as he mounted the bed behind her carrying the pot of oil. He oiled his fingers and began pressing them into her again. He worked one all the way in with a generous supply of oil. He followed with a second finger messaging the walls of her tender rectum as he worked the two fingers into her. He messaged her sphincter with his other thumb. He listened carefully to her breathing, waiting as she became more relaxed and began to enjoy his invasion of her innocent body.

He saw the pleasure begin to take hold within her. He oiled his cock and poured some into her rectum. He slid his hard cock into her part way. He marveled at the tremendous pressure around the shaft of his cock. He waited for her to relax, then slowly shoved himself into her. He held her body as it quivered from the mixed sensations of pleasure and pain.

Cheryl felt like she was having a horrible bowel movement in reverse, as her master’s cock pushed between the walls of her rectum. She felt him stop as he allowed her to get used to him. As her discomfort subsided, she felt him thrusting into her again. An erotic sense of fulfillment mingled with her pain as his scrotum settled into the mouth of her vagina. He held her closely as her body trembled. He began to rock gently in and out of her. Tingling heat filled her loins. She felt her clitoris hardening against the pillow bellow her. His oily hand slipped under her, sliding past the hardened nipple of one breast, and finding the other with his probing fingers.

He began to pump harder. His balls slapped against her vagina, sending erotic shafts of ecstasy through her body. His other hand found her clitoris and pressed against it as he thrust himself into her with great force. All of her discomfort was gone. An erotic fire filled her loins, flowing throughout her body. Her master began to groan with pleasure as it mingled with her own. His hot juices shot into her, filling her. Her orgasm exploded through her. Filling her with a pleasure more tremendous than she had ever known.

She laid there pinned tightly under his full weight as their panting subsided. His cock was now small soft mass of flesh nestled between the cheeks of her ass. She had never been so happy. She now knew that her master’s body was the only thing she would ever want.

Master Thomas rose from the bed and walked out of the room. A few minutes later, he returned and put on his trousers. Cheryl remained on the pillow, holding her knees with her legs spread. She patiently waited for his instructions. Her master said nothing as he sat back down in the chair. He sat for several minutes, gazing at her ravaged body.

“What a good slave number 403 has been.” Cheryl was startled at the sound of nurse Lankford’s voice. She walked to the bedside without hesitation and immediately began washing Cheryl’s ass and thighs with a warm soapy wash cloth.

“Yes Miss Lankford, she is the best slave I have ever had.” Cheryl beamed with pride as she heard her Master’s compliment.

The nurse finished cleaning her. “Stand up slave,” ordered Nurse Lankford. Cheryl pushed herself up and onto her feet. She stood quietly as the nurse secured the chastity belt back onto her body, then buckled the collar around her neck.

“Stand before me slave.” Cheryl obeyed, surprised by the sternness in her master’s voice. “The day after tomorrow you will serve in my brothel. Your virginity has been sold to a merchant in town. He is a good friend of mine. I want you to please and obey him, just as you have done for me tonight. Do you understand my slave?”

Yes Master Thomas, I understand.” Cheryl lowered her eyes hoping not to show her disappointments.”

Without another word, Cheryl was lead back to her cell, far away from her master’s chambers. She began to dread the prospect of having someone other than her master inside her. She quietly cooperated as Nurse Lankford washed the oil and her master’s semen from her rectum. The nurse put her to bed, then locked the cell door securely as she left. Cheryl felt a deep sense of loneliness and despair, but her exhaustion soon overtook her. She slept soundly.

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She was anxious and alone, stuck in a room with no windows and only one door. She had no idea why she was even there. In a million years she would never have imagined herself where she was. But that’s where she was and now there was nothing she could do about it.

The room didn’t suit her. Not in the least. She fancied herself a good girl. Prim and proper. Smart. Respectable. This wasn’t a place for her. For the other girls maybe, but definitely not for her.

She’d only gone to the bachelorette party as a favor to her friend. It wasn’t her thing at all. The drinking and strippers and all that went along with it, she was above that.

But dinner and then drinks had somehow brought them all here. The place seemed so seedy. Men prancing all around half dressed, men that were paid to be there, to entertain them. The sight and sound and smell of sex was all around them.

She’d never been to a place like this. She had no idea they even existed. Now she was caught up in it all. At first she didn’t want to look. She kept her head down and her eyes to herself. But soon she couldn’t help it. Curiosity got the better of her.

She watched the other women flirt with the men. The men with their tanned and toned bodies, their clean shaven chests, strong arms and square jaws, and their thick hard bulges concealed by nothing more than a g-string.

She felt the warmth between her legs. She felt her stomach tighten and her pussy tingle. She wanted to touch. She wanted to feel their big hard cocks with her own hands. The other girls did.

She was too scared. She was too respectable. She wasn’t a slut like all those other girls. She told herself she didn’t even like men like that, still she was curious.

She thought about her boyfriend, and how his body, how his cock was nothing like that. He was all she had seen. He was all she had been with. And now there was this all right in front of her.

She imagined what it trabzon escort would be like to feel a hard cock, to squeeze it through a g-string. To feel its size, its hardness. Her skin tingled at the thought.

The other girls cheered her on when a man started to dance for her. His bulge inches from her grasp. They wanted her to take it, to touch him, to touch his body.

She wasn’t a slut she thought. She was a good girl. She was respectable. The other girls knew that. That’s why they cheered.

The party went on with more dancing, more drinking, more staring. Still she wouldn’t touch. She wouldn’t even really look. No matter how much her pussy ached, no matter how much her body tingled.

Soon they made a game of it. She refused but they said she had to play. They spun the bottle and when it stopped it pointed at her. All the women cheered. She protested but there was nothing she could do.

So it was that she found herself anxious and alone, trapped in a room with nothing but a closed door behind her and a small hole in the wall in front of her.

As she sat and waited a million thoughts went through her head. She thought of her boyfriend, and what he would think. She tried to think of a way out, of somehow pretending, and just walking out with a smile on her face. She wanted to leave, but knew that she couldn’t.

In those moments a million thoughts flashed through her head. She was a good girl she told herself over and over. Still as she sat there alone and scared, she couldn’t help but think of the men in the other room, and how they had made her feel, and how badly she wanted to look even though she knew she couldn’t.

She fought all the urges, she tried to purge her mind, but still the dirty thoughts overwhelmed her pure, pristine mind.

Her body was shaking when she first saw it slide slowly through the hole. Veins bulged along its entire length. It was so hard tunceli escort it seemed to throb.

She’d never seen anything like it. It seemed so big, so thick. She stared as her mind was overcome.

Before she’d always thought it was the man behind the cock that really mattered, but that was before she’d seen anything like this. None of that seem to matter now. All that did was the beautiful cock before her.

She couldn’t help but wrap both hands around it. The skin seemed so smooth and so supple, yet the cock itself was rock hard. Back and forth she stroked it, her hands trembling as she did. In that moment, she forgot about everything but the cock right in front of her.

She stared at her hands holding it, reveling in the touch, the sight of it all. It made her feel so feminine and so sexy to touch it, to feel it, to hold it in her hands.

The feeling of power washed over her. She felt in complete control. It was as if the hard cock in her hands no longer belonged to the man behind the wall, but it was now hers and hers alone.

She felt the body arch and the cock strain for her touch. She felt the blood pulsating through it, throbbing between her fingers.

She studied the cock as she held it, slowly running her fingers around its bulging veins, down around the tip, and back along the underside. Her hands seemed so small in its presence, as if her hands alone would not be enough to tame it.

She felt her wetness grow and her pussy ache. She imagined the cock inside her, filling her, stretching her, the tightness of her pussy wrapped around it.

As she stroked it gingerly, she longed for it in her mouth. Her tongue fell back in her throat as she imagined the thought.

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, wanting nothing more at that moment the feeling of her lips wrapped around the hardness. She felt her mouth stretch as the tip slipped in. The feeling zonguldak escort consumed her. Her mouth stretched further as the hard shaft started to slip deeper in.

She felt the warmth and the wetness of her mouth wrap around the cock. She savored the sensation, feeling it throbbing on her lips. Her mouth felt stretched and tight, but she welcomed the feeling. She welcomed it all in her mouth.

For the first time she felt like a slut, but she didn’t care. She just wanted more. More of the cock, more of the way it made her feel, more of it in her mouth. She wanted more of everything.

For a brief instant she imagined her friends outside and wondered what they would think. She felt reckless and out of control. But it didn’t matter. The cock was all she wanted.

Up and down her lips slid around it. She took it as deep into her mouth as her body would allow, each time going a bit deeper than she had before.

She grew more excited with each stroke. Her heart racing and her mind overwhelmed. She heard whimpering behind the wall as the cock grew even harder in her mouth.

As virile as the cock seemed, as big as it felt in her mouth, nothing made her feel more powerful than the whimpering. She opened her eyes with a feeling of complete and total power. Whatever man was behind that wall, he was now totally and completely hers.

To her the whimpering sounded like a puppy, begging for a treat. She liked having that power, hearing that sound, knowing she was the cause. Her alone deciding if the puppy deserved a treat. She lingered for a bit as the whimpering continued, the cock begging for release.

She slowed down for a bit, teasing, drawing the agony out. She wanted him to suffer and to long for something more, knowing that she was the only one able to give it to him.

Her mouth slid off the cock completely. She stared at it peeking through the hole in all its glory, slick from her mouth, the veins throbbing, aching for her touch. In the moment that she paused, she never wanted it more.

Finally the spell was broken by a sound from behind the wall.

“Pleaassseee…” was all she heard.

With that she wrapped her lips around it one more time, knowing it was completely and utterly hers.

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**Hey guys. I apologize for taking so long to update. I’ve had a lot going on, so I haven’t been writing as much as I should have. I submitted Chapter 7 at the same time as this one, so it should be posted within the next day.

Thanks for your continued interest, and I hope you’ll find both this, and Chapter 7 to your liking. Thank you for reading!**

At just past ten on Thursday morning, the buzzing of an alarm clock roused Erica from her sleep. After switching it off, she rolled over onto her back and tucked her arms behind her head,staring up at the curved Airstream ceiling. Several days had elapsed since her date with Cody at the bowling alley, but the provocative experience they’d shared still vividly played in her mind.

All it took was the memory of his long, nimble fingers skillfully teasing her clit, or the thought of her palms gliding across his broad, naked chest, and she found herself in a state of intense arousal. The experience they’d shared in the pool table room had been one of the most erotic moments of her life, and if that was a sign of things to come, then she was eagerly anticipating more moments like it.

She’d known Cody for nearly three weeks now, and it seemed that every time they came together, the attraction they felt for one another only seemed to increase. Like metal to a magnet, she was irresistibly drawn to him, and was intensely curious as to what their next encounter would be like. She could spend hours in bed fantasizing about him, but she had a free day ahead of her, and was eager to get a start on it.

The bamboo flooring creaked lightly as she padded into the front of the trailer, and as she reached the small fridge, she pulled open the door and retrieved a fudge popsicle, then peeled off the paper surrounding it. She took a few generous licks of the fudgesicle, then turned on a small fan that was sitting on the kitchen counter top.

She plopped lazily onto the sofa, and as she enjoyed the rich chocolate flavor of her frozen treat, she thought about the various ways she could spend her day. By the time she’d eaten half of her popsicle, she’d decided on taking a bike ride down to a nearby creek. Maybe she would even take a swim while she was there, then go to one of her favorite restaurants and treat herself to a delicious lunch.

Then once she returned home she would stop by Marisol’s and see what she was up to. Air from the fan blew a gentle, cool breeze against her face, and she contentedly finished the rest of her popsicle. A chiming sound came from her cell phone, and as she picked it up, she saw she had a text message from Cody.

*Hey there, beautiful. How are you this morning?*

A smile crossed her lips as she typed her response, then she hit the message send button.

~Doing well. What are you up to?~

*Horny. Woke up with a raging hard on.*

His text sent a flood of liquid heat to her core, and she quickly typed her response.

~If I were there, I’d give you a hand~

*I could use more than a hand*

~I’m sure you could~

Nearly a minute passed before another message from him came through.

*So when do I get that massage?*

~I don’t know. When do you want it?~

*Right now would be good*

~You’re not working today?~

*Nope. It’s my day off*

Not wanting to seem overly eager, she let a few moments pass, then typed her response. Yet before she could send her message, her phone vibrated with another text.

*Can you be here in the next hour?*

Her heart rate increased as she thought about her hands caressing his toned, nude form. She’d only seen his chest, but she was beyond certain that the lower half of his body was just as exquisite as the top. Of course she would drape a sheet over him so he wouldn’t be completely bare, but how long would it actually stay on? Their intense sexual attraction to each other guaranteed that the massage would most likely lead to sex, but was she actually ready for them to take things to that next level?

She could try and resist him all she wanted, but being in the privacy of his home, combined with the allure of his nearly naked body would be far too powerful for her to resist. She’d never been very good at resisting temptation, and although she knew the power was ultimately in her hands, whenever she was around him, it seemed as if she became filled with insatiable lust.

Physically speaking, she was eager to have sex with him, but was she emotionally ready for it? She took a few more moments to think it over, then typed her response. She was just finishing her message to him, when her phone vibrated with another one of his texts.

*So when can you get here?*

It came as no surprise to her that he was getting impatient, and as she hit the button to send her message through, the sound of a ring tone floated from the rear of the trailer. Erica tossed the cell phone in her hands aside, then headed for her sleeping quarters. As she reached her bed, she picked up her business cell phone and placed the receiver against her ear.

“Erica’s mobile massage. How can I help you?”

“Hello,” said siirt escort a female voice with a Slavic accent. “My name is Aksinya, and I’m calling on behalf of my boss, Mr. Stevens. I need to book a massage for him. Is it possible to get an appointment today?”

“Sure. What time would you like to set the appointment for?”

“One thirty.”

“That’s no problem, I can book you for that time. How long of a session does he need?”

“One hour.”

“Will this be a Swedish or hot stone massage?”

“Swedish.”

Erica grabbed her appointment book from a drawer beneath her bed, then set it on the mattress and poised a pen over the paper. “Can I get the name and address, please?”

As the client relayed the information to her, Erica wrote it down in her book. Then once the call was finished, she set the phone down and headed back to the front of the trailer. As she picked up her phone, she noticed she’d received three texts from Cody, and clicked a button to open the first text.

*Still thinking it over?*

She then opened the second message.

*So are you coming over or not?*

His third text message proved to be even more urgent than the previous ones.

*Why are you ignoring me?*

Erica typed back a response, then hit the send button.

~Wasn’t ignoring you. Got a call on my business phone and I had to take it.~

She knew that Cody disliked being made to wait, so it came as no surprise that it took twenty minutes for him to respond. She figured it was his way of trying to regain control, and although it was frustrating, she couldn’t help feeling a bit amused. As dominating and masculine as he was, he could sometimes be immature, and impatience was clearly one of his weak traits. The phone vibrated in her hand as his message finally came through.

*Are you still coming over?*

~Nope. Just booked a last minute appointment, so it looks like I’ll be busy~

*Any way you can get out of it?*

~Not really. I need the money, and the appointment’s already set~

She waited for his response, but instead of the chime of another text message, her cell phone ring tone filled the air. She didn’t have to look at the display screen to know that it was Cody, and after hitting the answer call button, she brought the phone up to her ear.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” He gave a short pause. “You got a last minute client, huh?”

“Yep. I really don’t feel like working today, but I need the money, so there was no way I could refuse.”

“I understand.” His voice was rife with disappointment. “When will you be back home?”

“Three thirty, maybe four.”

“So you’ll be gone most of the day.”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

He gave a little sigh of displeasure. “That’s too bad, because I was really looking forward to seeing you.”

“Yeah, so was I.”

“So this client of yours, is it a male or female?”

Her lips curled into a smile. “I knew you were going to ask that question”

“I’m not jealous, I just want to know what type of a situation you’re going into.”

“Okay.”

“So, male or female?”

“Male.”

“And what kind of a vibe did you get from him?”

“I didn’t speak with him directly. His maid booked the appointment.”

“Hmm, that seems a bit weird.”

“Not to me. He’s obviously rich, so he’s probably got a whole staff of people to take care of all his needs.”

“Just because he has a housekeeper, it doesn’t mean he’s wealthy.”

“Judging by the address of his house, I’d say he’s pretty loaded. He lives in Chandler Hills. Only people with serious money can afford to buy homes out there.”

“How did this guy find out about you?”

“He was referred to me by a friend.”

“Which friend?”

“I don’t know. Didn’t think to ask.”

“You’re not curious?”

“A little, but it isn’t all that important. He’s paying good money, so that’s what matters most.”

“What about your safety? Isn’t that important, too?”

“Of course.”

“Doesn’t sound like it.”

Cocking an eyebrow, she asked, “Why are you being so weird about this?”

“Caring about you makes me weird?”

“Look, I appreciate your concern, but there’s no need for you to be worried. Everything will be fine.”

“How can you be certain? He’s a first time client, and you don’t even know who referred him. Seems to me like he might be hiding something.”

“I don’t work purely on referrals, so it isn’t a huge issue to me.”

“You should have at least spoken to him. You need to know what type of a person he is.”

“Yeah, okay. I guess you’re right about that. I’ll call back once I get off the phone with you.”

“I really hope you do.”

“No worries, I will.” After finishing the last of her popsicle, she threw the stick in the trash, then poured herself a glass of water.

“Something about this client seems off.”

Noting the apprehension in his voice, she said, “It’ll be fine. There’s nothing for you to worry about.”

“You’re going to a strange man’s house to give him a massage, and you’re telling me there’s sinop escort nothing for me to worry about?”

“It’s my job, it’s what I do. I don’t know why you have to make it sound so dirty.”

“Well how else can I put it? Because that’s exactly what’s going to happen.”

“You make what I do sound cheap. This is a legitimate career I have, Cody. There isn’t anything gross or shameful about it. I’m *very* professional.”

“It’s not you I distrust, it’s the client.”

A sound of exasperation passed her lips. “I can’t believe I’m going through this with you yet again.”

“Why does it bother you to know that I’m concerned? I’m a part of your life now, so of course I want you to be safe.”

“It doesn’t bother me, it just makes me wonder how you can take all sorts of crazy risks, and then lecture *me* on being safe.”

“Oh, I get it. You’re purposely taking risks to try and get back at me for free soloing. Is that it?”

“Get back at you? How ridiculous. You don’t actually believe that, do you?”

“Well I see no other reason why you seem to be so intent on going against what I say. You don’t like me climbing, and you know I won’t stop, so now you’re trying to get even with me.”

She rolled her eyes. “You can’t seriously think that.”

He remained quiet, and after a few moments of silence, she began to wonder if he was still on the line. “Hello?”

“Yeah, I’m still here.”

“Why aren’t you talking?”

“What’s the point? You’re not interested in taking any of my advice, and you’re going to do what you want anyway, so there’s really no point in continuing this conversation.”

She sighed heavily, then said, “Alright, then. Since you’re no longer interested in speaking with me, then I’ll just get off the phone.”

“Fine,” he retorted flatly.

Yet instead of ending the call, she kept the phone pressed against her ear. Although he wasn’t speaking, she could tell he was still on the line, and was curious as to why he didn’t just get off.

“Hang up,” she said.

“*You* hang up.”

“Fine, I will.” She hit the call end button, then tossed the phone onto the couch.

A mere thirty seconds passed before her phone rang, and as she pressed the receiver against her ear, she emitted a little sigh which was part frustration, and part annoyance.

As captivating and alluring as he was, Cody could also be quite pushy and controlling, and it was beginning to annoy her. She remained quiet, prompting him to speak first, and it seemed as if he was doing the same, because neither of them said a word. Then finally she heard him speak.

“You’re heading blindly into a potentially dangerous situation. Think about what you’re doing.”

“I already have thought about it.”

“Then think again. Because I don’t get the best feeling from this guy.”

“You haven’t even talked to him, so how can you know what he’s like?”

“That’s my point. You haven’t talked to him, either. Why would you book an appointment without speaking to the client?”

“It isn’t a common thing. This is the first time it’s happened.”

“Exactly. This is why the whole thing seems odd to me.”

“You love to be free to do what you want, yet can’t stand the fact that I expect the same.”

“I’m not trying to control you, I just want to make sure you’re safe. That’s what people do when they care about someone.”

“I’ve had a mobile massage business for years, and nothing’s ever happened to me. That isn’t pure luck, it’s because I’ve always been cautious.”

He let out a heavy breath. “I really wish you could see things from my point of view.”

“Welcome to the club. Now you know how I feel.”

“You hate that I free solo, I get it. But putting yourself in danger isn’t going to make me stop.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “I never said that I wanted you to.”

“You don’t have to say it, it’s pretty obvious.”

“Listen, Cody. The last thing I want to do is control you, so that’s not what this is about. I know you’re passionate about rock climbing, and I think it’s great. The only issue I have is when you do it without any safety equipment.”

“You’re basically doing the same thing.”

“How? Since when am I climbing hundreds of feet without any protective equipment? Sorry, but it’s not comparable.”

“Actually, it is. When you go to a client’s house, you’re giving them the chance to hurt or kill you. You’re small and defenseless, and there are guys out there who would just love to take advantage of that. How can that not scare you?”

“I’m not totally helpless. I know how to protect myself.”

“I’m not saying you’re weak, but most men are bigger and stronger than women, so you could easily be overpowered.”

“Look, I know it’s a possibility, okay? I get that. But I’m not going to let the thought of what could happen stop me from running my business.”

Cody was silent for a moment, and then he said, “Why don’t you work in a spa? Then you would have the safety of being around other people.”

“Why would I work for someone else, when I have my own thing going? şırnak escort It’s taken years to build my list of clients, and the money I make doing outcalls is way better than what I would earn as a spa worker.”

A sound of exasperation came from Cody’s end of the line. “Fine, keep exposing yourself to danger. I hope the money is worth it.”

“Listen, you take way bigger risks than I do. You climb hundreds of feet without any protective gear, all the while knowing that you may fall to your death. You go willingly into ridiculously dangerous situations, and yet I’m the one who’s being unsafe? Come on, Cody.” She gave a humorless laugh, then shook her head.

“Yeah, whatever. Do what you want, because I don’t care anymore.”

His voice came out sounding flat and emotionless, and she felt her heart sink in response. Erica bit her lip, then said, “I appreciate your concern. I really do.”

“Doesn’t seem like it.”

He was obviously peeved, so she knew the best thing to do was to try and smooth things over. “Please don’t be upset with me.” He said nothing in return, and as his silence stretched on, she realized it was up to her to once again speak.

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Ignore me. That’s what you did the last time you got mad.”

“I have nothing more to say to you.”

Vexed by his refusal to communicate any further, she blew out a little breath of air. “Guess I’ll let you go, then.”

“Okay. Bye.”

“Bye.”

She placed the phone on the end table next to the couch, then rose up from the couch and headed for the bathroom. It had been a rough start to the day, but she wasn’t going to let the conversation that she and Cody had sour her mood. They both disagreed about certain aspects of each others life, and that most likely wouldn’t change, so they would just have to find some way to work things out.

After stripping out of her night clothes, she climbed into the tiny shower and turned on the water. As Erica soaped up, she found herself overcome with uneasiness. With things now uncertain between her and Cody, she was starting to regret the fact that she’d been so stubborn toward him.

She knew he was concerned about her, and that he wanted to ensure her safety, but how could he live his life so recklessly and not expect her to worry about him as well? Obviously something had to give, otherwise this situation could end up driving a wedge between them. And the connection they shared was way too amazing to allow things to get screwed up.

Yet despite the fact that she and Cody weren’t currently on the best of terms, she still felt optimistic about the day ahead of her, and promised herself that she’d make the best of it. She guessed he’d made a good point about her needing to speak with the client directly, and it was customary for her to do that, so she made a mental note to contact her customer before heading to his house.

After finishing her shower, she dried off with an oversized towel, then headed for her bedroom to change. Her massage uniform consisted of a cream colored boat neck tunic that was tapered at the waist, and a pair of black, slim cut uniform pants. Once she was dressed, she did her hair and makeup, then slipped some money into the pocket of her pants. Her massage table was already in the back of her car, so the only thing left to do was to call the client, and then she would get on the road. She dialed in the number, and after three rings, a voice which she instantly recognized as the Slavic maid’s, came through the phone.

“Mr. Steven’s residence.”

“Yes, hi. It’s Erica, the massage therapist.”

“Of course, I remember. What can I do for you, Ms. Collins?”

“Can I speak with Mr. Stevens?”

“He’s on an important call right now, but I’d be happy to relay a message.”

“There’s no message. I just wanted to have the chance to speak with him directly. Do you know when he’ll be available?”

“You could always try back in the next half hour, but Mr. Stevens is a very busy man. He prefers I take care of things for him. If there’s an issue or concern, you can communicate it to me, and I’ll let him know what it is.”

“It’s nothing important. I just wanted to go over a few details with him.”

“It’s probably best if you do that in person. He really isn’t fond of talking on the phone unless it’s related to business, so I’m afraid you’ll have to wait until you arrive.”

“Oh, alright.” Her voice was full of hesitancy.

“If it’s going to be a problem, then I can just cancel the appointment and we’ll hire someone else. My boss prefers I handle all his affairs, so I can assure you he’s completely trustworthy.”

There was a sharp edge to the maid’s voice, and Erica could tell that the other woman was beginning to feel insulted. It hadn’t been her intent to do so, and she did very much want to keep him as a client, so she decided to go ahead and keep the appointment. “No, it won’t be any problem at all. I’ll just speak to him in person.”

“Wonderful. We look forward to seeing you at one thirty.”

“Great, see you then. Bye.”

“Goodbye.”

Erica slipped the phone into her pocket, then grabbed her keys and headed for the door. A few hours still remained before she was due to show up for the appointment, so she would grab a late breakfast, take care of a few errands, then head out to Chandler Hills to meet with her client.

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Two Masters, Two Slaves

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Over the past year, my relationship with Steve had evolved into a Master/slave relationship. He had trained me to submit sexually whenever he wanted, wherever he wanted, however he wanted. During a typical evening at home together, I would be nude except for a collar, would open my mouth only when spoken to or to receive his cock, and would fetch his beers whenever he snapped his fingers. Such an evening would include at least one session of oral service, to completion and without reciprocation.

One evening, while he was relaxing after one such session and I was kneeling in front of the sofa looking up at him, Master Steve said, “Hey, cocksucker, remember Tom from my office?”

“Yes, Sir,” I responded. Actually, I remembered him clearly; when introduced to him at Master Steve’s office party, I could not help thinking how ruggedly handsome Tom was.

“I’ve been talking to him,” said Master Steve, “and it turns out that he and his partner Jeff have a relationship pretty similar to ours, except that they’re still pretty new at it. I’ve invited them over for next weekend for a foursome. How does that sound to you, cocksucker?”

“That sounds wonderful, Sir.”

On Saturday, Master Tom and Jeff were scheduled to arrive at 3:00. Master Steve had me undress and watch porn so that when maraş escort they arrived, I would be nude and fully aroused. He then seated himself on the sofa.

When the doorbell rang, Master Steve ordered me to get the door. After looking through the peephole and confirming that it was Master Tom and Jeff and not the Jehovah’s Witnesses, I let them in.

Once they were inside of the house, Master Tom turned to Jeff and ordered him to strip. Jeff immediately did so and deposited his clothes neatly folded next to the coat rack. I could see that Jeff’s chest and pubic area had recently been shaved. Tom then fastened a collar around Jeff’s neck and led him to the sofa.

“Hey, cocksucker,” Master Steve called out to me, “get some beers for me and Master Tom here.” I went into the kitchen, pulled two beers out of the refrigerator, opened them, and took them into the living room, where Jeff was already kneeling on the floor by Master Tom. I handed Master Steve and Master Tom their beers and knelt by Master Steve.

Once they were done, and the empties were set on the end table, Master Steve said to Master Tom, “Well, let’s put these two sluts to work, shall we?” Master Steve unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock; Master Tom followed his example. Master mardin escort Steve said, “Okay, you two cocksuckers, get to it.”

I moved between Master Steve’s legs and began to fellate him. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jeff doing the same to Master Tom. I could feel Master Steve’s hand on the back of my head and hear both Masters sighing in pleasure until Master Steve ejaculated into my mouth. After swallowing, I watched Jeff service Master Tom until finally Master Tom came.

After a few hours, both Masters began to become aroused again. “Okay, cocksuckers,” said Master Steve, “switch off and start sucking.”

Jeff and I switched positions and started to fellate each other’s Masters. Master Tom’s cock was longer but thinner than Master Steve’s; as I eased it down my throat, I could hear Master Tom moan loudly with pleasure. After he ejaculated into my mouth, he said “Boy, you’re an amazing cocksucker. You’re going to have to teach Jeff how to do it the way you do.”

We cleaned up and called out for pizza. I was allowed to wear shorts to pay the pizza boy but had to remove them again once he was gone. After pizza and socializing, Master Steve and Master Tom excused themselves to talk to each other in private. Once it was time for bed, mersin escort Jeff and I slept on the floor in the living room, while Master Steve and Master Tom repaired to the master bedroom and the guest bedroom, respectively.

The next morning, I awoke to the feel of Master Steve’s boot nudging me in the buttocks. “Rise and shine, cocksucker,” he said; “this morning we’re going to do something special.” I could see that Jeff was already awake.

Once I was fully awake, Master Steve said to both me and Jeff, “I want you two sluts to kneel facing away from each other.” Once we complied, Master Steve cuffed our hands behind our backs so that we were handcuffed together. Master Steve stood to one side of us and struck us in alternation on the buttocks with a riding crop, while Master Tom stood on the other side and watched.

Master Steve moved so the he was standing in front of me. He unzipped and shoved his cock in my face. When I took it in my mouth, he grabbed my ears and began to thrust. I assumed, but could not see, that Master Tom was doing the same to Jeff.

After a while, Master Steve pulled out and said, “Time to switch off.” Soon Master Tom was standing in front of me with his fully erect cock waiting for my attention. Soon he was pounding my throat just as Master Steve had done. Behind me, I eventually heard Master Steve getting off. Soon after, Master Tom came into my mouth.

That evening, after Master Tom and Jeff had gone home, Master Steve said, “Well, cocksucker, Master Tom both had a really good time. In fact, they want to do this every weekend.”

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Owned by a Black Midget Pt. 01

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Xenia is 36 years old, married to her high school sweetheart, Gab. Gab is 5 years older than her. He is not the fittest guy for his age even. He has gained a few pounds over the years. Xenia however, still looks after her appearance. She has maroon red dyed curly hair at shoulder length, 5″4″, 32C cup, a size 8 and very attractive. Some people make jokes about beauty and the beast but there is always a degree of truth about it. She also has a seductive look that comes naturally and she knew men at church secretly attracted to her. She is what you call a hotwife.

Both Xenia and her husband are Asian ethnicity and a devout Christian. Kelly, their daughter attends Sunday School and both Xenia and Gab is quite active with church activities. Everyone in church knew Xenia wears the pants in the relationship. She is not ashamed to show that around their friends at church. She is demanding and never afraid to express what she thinks.

Since young age, Xenia has always have a higher sex drive than your average women. She think about sex quite frequent and she is never afraid to make sex crude jokes even with male friends at church or at work. Her marriage with Gab started with a decent sex life but deteriorates over the years. The problem is Gab’s size. Gab’s is your average Asian penis size, 4″ on its best day and it last for ten to twelve minutes max before it spurted two droplets of runny cum. What Gab doesn’t know is she masturbates on daily basis to keep her needs fulfilled.

Gab is an owner of logistic company that transport heavy machineries and equipment. He is a decent breadwinner to his defence. What he cannot provide much in bed, he compensates in other areas of Xenia’s life. He gave her a nice house with a nice pool, he takes Xenia holiday twice a year, he sent Kelly, to a nice private school. Xenia is a real estate agent dealing with rental properties mainly. She liaise between landlords and tenant if there are any issues with the house. She does quite well at her job. Most of the time, it is her look and her firm way when speaking to tenants especially male tenants, that gives her advantage over other agents in the company. The male tenants never create any issues she cannot manage to rectify.

Her routine after coming home from work is a standard wife duties like cooking, feeding Kelly, laundry, ironing, taking Kelly to bath and putting her to bed. At night, when Gab is fully asleep after his intense 10minutes worth of sex, she would finger herself until she came. Weekend is pretty much family time and church time.

One Monday morning, Xenia got called in by her boss into his office. Xenia is given a property case in East Harlem. It is an apartment owned by a middle aged Chinese couple but rented out to a man named Tyrone DeShawn. How on earth, these Chinese couple ended up investing in this side of town is beyond everyone. But the safe assumption was they got worked up by the agent or the seller. Xenia read the file and it says that the tenant is found to be damaging the property. The previous agent found multiple burnt holes in the carpet from cigarette butts, stains on the carpet, mouldy food in the fridge, dirty toilet, rats found crossing the living room collecting food crumbs, bathroom door fell off, and the list continues. Apparently, not only that, the report says the tenant is very aggressive and has made threats against owner and previous agent. It is what you can categorise as nightmare tenant. Xenia’s boss gave this case to her because he knew Xenia can put her foot down especially with male tenants if she has to. And her looks usually do most of the job. The boss basically said to her to just sort the shit out.

She takes the file to her desk and started reading. She plans to do a surprise check up right that very day. After lunch time, she grabbed her car keys and drove to the address. She drive pass a lot of run down apartments and government housings. Homeless and thugs walking up and down the street. She feels a bit worried but determined to put this tenant on his knees. She finally got to the apartment. She parked her BMW SUV outside the apartment. Today she is wearing a tight dark navy blue office-dress down to just above her knee.

She got out of her car and buzz the bell at 46. No one answered. She tried buzzing a couple of times and she thought, that’s it. She’s gonna use her spare key from the office and walk upstairs. The apartment is filled with blacks, well it is technically a black neighbourhood. She went into the lift and finally got the the 4th floor. Once she is in front of 46, she knocked on the door.

“Hi Mr. DeShawn, this is Xenia from Ace Realtor, the rental agent of your landlord. Please open the door, I would like to do a site check up.” she said.

Still no answer, he must be out she thought to herself. So she used her spare key and enter the apartment. When she walked into the apartment, the smell of cigarette butts, alcohol and smell of sex hit her nose. She became quite dizzy. The place looked like it had just been ransacked. Pizza kütahya escort that looked few days old are on the tv table, empty can of beers all over the sofa and floor. She saw several panties on top of the tv, on the sofa, on the floor, most probably from prostitutes she thought. Nude magazines stacks and porn dvd on the coffee table, How can someone live in a slump like this she wonders. As she was taking pictures of the place for evidence, making her way from the living room to the bedroom, she was startled by what she saw. She saw a black midget lying in bed snoring away. She didn’t expect the aggressive Tyrone DeShawn is in fact a black midget. Being the confronter that she is, Xenia went up to next to the bed and started rocking his body trying to wake him up.

“Mr. DeShawn, wake up! I am Xenia your property agent. Your place is a filth!” Xenia started raising her voice.

Finally Tyrone opened his eyes and looked straight to Xenia in the face.

“Who the fuck are you bitch? What the fuck are you doing in my apartment!?” He shouted.

“I told you I am Xenia, your landlord’s agent and I am here to inspect the property, and it clearly disgusting! You are legally breaching the tenant landlord agreement! You are up against big fines punk! And wait I’m not done, I’ll report you to the police” She said.

To her surprise, Tyrone did not look scared at all, in fact he got up and on his bed, now he is as tall as Xenia, he did what no men ever did to her. He slapped her before she could finish her sentence. Not her husband nor her ex boy friends nor her parent ever slap her on the face. Now she has a man half of her size slapped her on the face for something he did wrong. She was dumbstruck and did not know how to react.

“Shut the fuck up or I fucking give you another one!” Tyrone said.

Still with an angry look, he turned around and tried to look for something under his pillow. Apparently he was searching for his handgun under his pillow. He pull the handgun and pointed it at my head.

“You speak to me like that again bitch, I will put not one, not two, but I will empty the whole goddamn clip in you! you get that ho?” He asked.

Xenia started crying and shaking, nodding to calm him down.

Tyrone suddenly just realised how good looking and hot Xenia is until he calmed down. He suddenly had an idea. He could use this situation to his advantage.

“Do you want to live today bitch?” He asked.

“Y…y…yes…yes I do” Xenia replied softly.

“L…L…Look… I am sorry for before, I shouldn’t have come in unannounced, I…I am really sorry, lets start fresh… please?” Xenia pleaded, still scared.

“Fuck bitch, you came in here thinking you some kind of superhero gung-ho shit acting tough and now you’re nothing but a scared little girl!” He replied.

“Now lets make a deal, I will not put one in your head although I swear to God I would love to, and I see what I can do to make this place somewhat…improve…but I’m gonna need something in return.” He smirked.

“Oo…ook…ok… what do you have in mind?” She asked.

“You let me fuck you” He said confidently. Xenia’s eyes bulged, shocked how everything escalated so quickly.

“Ww…wh…whatt…what are you saying, n…no…noo… that’s impossible, I am married, I have daughter, a family, I cant do that…, please anything else and there is no way that thing will fit inside of me” Xenia replied.

“Tell you what, I wont fuck you unless you ask but you have to give me a blow job and you do what I say” Tyrone negotiated.

Xenia thought herself, well ok, blow job may not be the end of the world, considering this is her life at stake and quite possibly when she gets back to her office she will ask her boss to assign this case to someone else, a male agent perhaps. She nodded agreeing with a heavy heart. Tyrone smiled feeling his victory is around the corner. No, getting a blow job from Xenia wasn’t her victory he had in mind, he knew once Xenia started sucking his black cock, he can convince her to let him fuck her. and it is only a matter of time until Xenia is hooked to his cock. Just like the other prostitutes, some gave themselves away to Tyrone for free just because they loved his cock.

Tyrone told Xenia to undress leaving her bra and panties on. Her dress is now around her ankle. Tyrone asked her to kick it away. She did. Now between her skin and this midget is only her silk expensive bra and panties. Because of the height difference, Tyrone sat on the edge of the bed to make it the perfect height for Xenia to kneel down and suck his cock.

Tyrone DeShawn is only 4′.1″, in mid twenties, muscular and fit, short cornrows braided hair. He has a very ugly look about him but still scary. He has two gold teeth in the centre, gold necklace wrapped around his neck that says “East Side”, gangster tattoos all over his body and arms, gold rings around his fingers. He is one ugly creature to anyone with a decent eyesight.

Xenia malatya escort prayed that this will be over quick. As she kneeled down, she saw Tyrone started to unzip his pants and when his pants are down, she gasped in shocked. She saw the biggest, thickest, blackest, meanest looking cock she has ever seen. Tyron is packing 10″ when dormant and 13″ when fully erect. It has a diameter of a coke can with thick veins running all over it. Tyrone is semi hard by now thinking how this married woman is going to suck his cock.

“Go on, suck my cock” He demanded.

“What’s wrong bitch? never seen anything this big before?” He grinned.

“No…nothing like this… is this… natural?” Xenia asked.

“Fuck yes, what God didn’t give me in height, He blessed me with that thing between my legs, oh…and I cum a lot too!” He laughed.

Xenia slowly grabbed his cock and only to be stopped quickly by Tyrone.

“Use your left hand always when handling my cock” There is arrogance in that statement that made Xenia’s pussy gushed. Always he said? Is he implying that this won’t be the last time? She thought tot herself.

“I would love to see you wrap that expensive wedding ring around my black cock. You’re hubby must be rich ain’t he bitch?” He asked.

Xenia ignored him and she placed and wrapped her left hand around his cock for the first time. It felt burning hot and steel hard. She was amazed how thick it is that she could not wrap her hand around it. Her wedding ring sits proudly on top of the black shaft. She slowly made her way towards his black cock. And finally opened her mouth and put his black cock into her mouth.

Xenia worked her head down but she could only managed to get to half of it. She then felt Tyrone’s hand grabbed her hair and he started to not only let her give him a blow job but instead to fuck her face. She used her left hand to help stroke his cock. She thought the faster he came the faster this whole ordeal will end.

After a while being stuffed with his black cock, Xenia could not control her drools. Tyrone is fucking her face roughly by now and she has such a crazy amount of drools swinging wildly under her chin and her tits were collecting the drips. Her diamond cross pendant that she wears as a gift from Gab for her baptism is covered with her saliva. Xenia’s pussy is now sexually reacting to this rough treatment. It started to leak and you can see the wet spot on her panties. Her mascara has started to smudged from the tears being throat fucked. She has never experienced this kind of oral sex before. Her nipples hardening. What is happening to me? she thought to herself. She could not believe why her body is reacting and sexually responding to this ugly man.

“Akkkh…akkkh…akkhh…oeekkkhhh…prrrrfhhhh…prrfhhh…sslllrrpppp…ssllurrppp…akkkhh…akkkhh…akkkhhh…” Xenia sounded whilst being throat fucked by Tyrone.

“That’s it slut… suck that black cock! Now lick and clean my balls, I hadn’t showered for days, save the water!” He chuckled.

“Naaaaahhh…nnaaahhhhh…nnaaaahhhhh” the sound Xenia was making licking both of Tyrone’s balls. His balls taste salty and musky but no unbearable.

Xenia went back to sucking his cock again. This continues for another twenty minutes and suddenly Tyrone started to feel bigger in her mouth. Tyrone started to grunt.

“Now do as I say, take your right hand and start rubbing that pussy hard!” He commanded. Xenia obeyed him and insert one of her hand inside her wet panties and started rubbing her pussy vigorously.

“Ohhh…fuckkk… you married whore…sucking my big black cock inside that married mouth… now open your mouth wide whore!” He yelled and pulled his cock out.

Xenia obeyed and opened her mouth, she knew what was coming. This is something she would never allow her husband to do onto her. Tyrone let a big grunt out.

“Fuuuckkk… take this slut… .take my cum…spplrrttt…sppppllrrrttt…sspppllllrrtt…spppllrrttt…spplrrttt…sppplrrt…spplllrrttt…sspllrrttt” Tyrone finally came.

Xenia has never seen so much cum coming out of a man’s penis in her entire life. Gab’s lifetime cum put together, still a third of that at best. Tyrone’s cum was solid white and so thick.

Some of his cum went into her hair, her face was half covered, some went into her mouth and the excess started dripping on her tits. And her diamond cross pendant is now covered in his thick semen. There are more cum slowly dribbling from her chin and cheek down to her thighs and carpet.

“Ohhhh…ohhhh…ahhhhh…”Xenia also came from her pussy rubbing.

She felt ashamed that she came after being cum showered by this degenerate black midget.

“Keep rubbing that pussy woman, who told you to stop?” He commanded again.

Xenia continued to rub her pussy and closed her eyes. Somehow she imagined that Tyrone’s black cock was back inside her married mouth again, making her drooled and gagged. Her nipples were getting manisa escort even harder than before.

“Now squeeze your tits with one hand!” He told Xenia.

Xenia is now imagining his big black cock inside of her, pumping her aching burning pussy in and out like her husband could never do.

“Ooohhh…uuuhhh…mmppphh… ooohh…”Xenia moan lightly, she pulled down one side of her bra that she is playing with and started to squeeze and pinch the hardened nipples.

Tyrone smiled, knowingly that she is now belong to him. He has been with many prostitutes and street girls. But he found Xenia to be the ultimate trophy, a married housewife with a happy family, stable secured life, a milf, to be found on his apartment floor playing with herself in front of him.

He then came down from bed and stand next to Xenia. Xenia still closed her eyes while rubbing her pussy and squeezing her tits. Tyrone when standing, is just as tall as Xenia when she kneels down. So he lower himself down and slowly takes Xenia’s hand away from her pussy. Instead, he replaced her hand with his. He worked his way down into her soaked panties and started fingering Xenia.

Xenia released a loud moan. She didn’t say yes that she liked it or that she wanted more or that she wants to do this again next time, but her pussy and her body says it all. She didn’t make any attempt removing his fingers out of her pussy. Tyrone knew exactly how to finger a woman’s pussy, especially those in heat like Xenia. He inserted two of his fingers in and out so violently it made Xenia came. Her pussy is making a loud noise like water in a half full bottle being stirred.

“Ohhh…ohhhhhh…cummingg…” she let an orgasm out.

Xenia opened her eyes and looked at Tyrone feeling defeated. How can this ugly looking creature made her cum by treating her like a whore. This is impossible. She is a Christian church goer, a mum, a wife. She came twice so far and he hasn’t even fucked her yet. She knew this is her only time to start leaving, but her body has a mind of their own. Her body wanted to stay.

“Pull your panties down, take your bra off and get in bed, whore” He instructed.

Xenia obediently stood up, get naked and crawled into his bed. He saw Xenia’s pussy with housewife pubic hair, short but natural. He never liked those porn star fully trimmed pussies anyway. This is it, she thought, there is no turning back.

“Please don’t do it Tyrone, I’m a married woman, I have a family… you promised it was just a blow job. I can’t do this.” Xenia tried to plea.

She knew deep down inside she was already his. But her faith and loyalty to her husband tried to crawl into the surface. Her conscience tried very hard to take over her body. Her mind wants to go home, take a shower, pray and ask forgiveness to God and to her husband.

“Well I lied… I don’t have to keep my words to you slut! you’re a nobody to me! you speak like you’re the one who wears the pants in your marriage. I bet you your husband don’t speak to you like I do!” He asked.

“No…no… he is gentle” Xenia replied.

“Well shit girl… if you ask me, you kinda enjoyed being treated like a whore…your pussy and body begged to be roughed up by a real man! now spread your legs!” said Tyrone.

“Please no…let me go home…this is wrong…please… I will not report you to police, I promise” Xenia tried to convinced him to let her go.

He walked on his bed and came next to her. He lowered his body and slapped Xenia again with his backhand this time.

“Whack… don’t ever disobey me! that’s what you get if you disobey me!” said Tyrone.

He walked back and positioned himself in front of Xenia again, back to where he was before. Xenia opened her legs this time around. She lifted her legs up in the air exposing her wet burning pussy to him. Her pussy and her clit is swollen from the rubbing and fingering previously.

At this stage, Tyrone is full on hard again. He held his 13″ black cock towards Xenia’s pussy and started slapping her pussy and clit with his black cock. He slid his cock back and forth outside her pussy to tease her. He saw her legs slowly opening up further wider as if inviting him to commence the raw sexual intercourse between an grotesque creature and a beautiful woman. If this this was a porn fantasy movie, it will be like a beautiful queen willingly fucks an ugly ogre dwarf fucking knowing she comes from a peaceful kingdom with a loving and kind king and beautiful children. Suddenly, without warning, Tyrone shoved his black cock inside her pussy.

“OOHHHH…SHIIITTT…SHIIITT…THAT HURTTTSSS…MY GODDD…TAKE IT OUT…PLEASE NO MORE…THAT’S TOO BIGGGGG…I CAN’T TAKE THATTTTT…AHHHHHH…IT HURT SO BADDDD!!” Xenia screamed loudly.

Tears running down her cheeks. The pain is so unbearable for Xenia. She almost pass out from the agony. How can anyone enjoy sex with a penis this size she thought.Tyrone didn’t care and kept pounding. He knew that women’s pussy needs working until his cock is the only thing their pussies want to wrap on and no one else’s. So he knew to always ignore the no’s and the please’s and the stop’s. Not that he is the sensitive type that give a shit anyway. It took Tyrone several thrusts to fully cracked open Xenia’s pussy to his girth and his length.

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“What is it?” I asked.

The little chip was smaller than Megan’s fingertip. “Control, girlfriend” she said, looking at Sean tied face down on the bench. “Do you want it?”

I looked at Sean too. He was gagged and naked. I already had plenty of control over him. My old sorority sister promised even more.

“Will it hurt him?” I asked, concerned.

“Not if you use it responsibly,” she said with a smile. Then she got serious. “It’s perfectly safe Wendy. Trust me, this is my work. I know what I’m talking about.”

She did. She was the smartest one in our school, a genius who went on to Med School and her own medical research clinic. I could never decide if it was ironic or inevitable that she would be a top researcher on sexual dysfunction. She was the kinkiest person I’d ever met. Kinkier than me even.

“It’s adapted from a neural stim,” she said. “Pain clinics have been using them for years to treat chronic pain. They stimulate nerves and can actually mask pain by disrupting the signals. For some people, it’s the only way to manage chronic back pain.”

“It’s a torture device?” I asked, dubious. I already knew plenty of ways to inflict pain on Sean. I didn’t think I needed medical assistance for that.

“No, silly,” she said dismissively. “The stims mask pain, they don’t cause it. But they were just the idea for this. It’s modified from one of the pain-blockers. Look, I read an article in a medical journal about a woman who was being treated for chronic lower back pain with stims. She had one implanted in her lower back over her spinal cord. She would use it at home two hours a day. It blurred the pain signals so her body could relax and heal itself. Anyway, after one visit to her doctor, the stim moved a little. Instead of fuzzing the pain signals, it did something completely different.”

Her eyes twinkled.

“What?” I finally asked.

“It made her cum,” she said. “Instant orgasms at the push of a button. The woman loved it.”

“What about her back pain?” I asked.

“Don’t know,” Megan replied, blinking. “The article didn’t really say. But what it did say gave me an idea.”

I nodded. Sean lay still, listening to us. Megan certainly had his attention. I ran my hand along his ass, gently caressing him.

“I was working on premature ejaculation, looking for a way to treat it. If these things could block the nervous system’s pain signals, and they could influence orgasm, maybe they were the magic I was looking for. I got some and started experimenting.”

“On what?” I asked.

“Guys,” she said. “I have lots of them.” Her smile was quite wicked. “I figured out how to make it work. It’s the centerpiece of my practice now. How many guys don’t want to last a little longer? Really, I’ve saved marriages with this.”

“So, how does it work?” I asked.

She held up a small kırşehir escort remote control. “The implant goes under the skin in the small of the back. It runs off the electrical potential in the patient’s own skin, so it never needs batteries. It’s controled by the remote. Turn it on, and it creates an electrical field that fuzzes the patient’s own nervous system. It blocks the signal for orgasm. While it’s on, the patient…simply…cannot…cum.” She emphasized each word. “No matter how much stimulation he gets.”

“It keeps him from getting hard?” I asked.

“No, not at all,” she said. “Well, not this one anyway. He gets hard. He feels everything. He just can’t orgasm. Everything else, the pleasure, the sensation, all that goes through, but the signal for orgasm doesn’t. A guy with this implant can fuck all night.”

I raised an eyebrow as Sean groaned through his gag.

“My patients tell me it works,” she said. “Plus, I’ve tested it quite thoroughly in private.”

“It’s safe?” I asked again.

“Perfectly. A small incision, hardly even any blood. Sean won’t even need a band aid. And I can take it back out if you don’t like it.”

I looked at Sean. He couldn’t move, the straps held him tightly. His eyes looked lost. What he’d heard had put him into subspace. That told me he was willing. He loved orgasm control. So did I. I thought about it. One of the games I played with him was to make him fuck me with a strap-on instead of his cock so that I got pleasure while he was denied. This would raise the bar on that little game. The small chip in Megan’s palm would turn Sean’s cock into a flesh-and-blood strap-on.

“Do it,” I said.

It only took her ten minutes. A quick, delicate slice with a scalpel to raise a flap of skin on his back, then she tucked the chip in and used surgical glue to close the flap. She swabbed the few small drops of blood off of him and handed me the remote.

“All yours,” she said. “Want to test it?”

“Sure,” I said. “What do I do?”

“Stand him up,” she said. “Let’s get access to that meat of his.”

I untied Sean. He stood up beside the bench, his cock already hard. Megan slipped Velcro cuffs on him, trapping his hands behind his back.

“Push this button,” Megan said, handing me the remote. I pushed the button and looked at Sean. He didn’t react. I looked at Megan.

“There’s no sensation to it,” she said. “But it works. Remember that bet we had in college? The Tommy Hemming blow job?”

I smiled. I remembered. It was ten years ago. Tommy Hemming was a hunk who passed out drunk one night at a party. We decided to strip him and see what he had in his pants. What he had was a gorgeous cock that just begged for a pair of lips around it. My lips. I bet Megan I could make him cum in less than thirty seconds, even kocaeli escort though he was passed out. She took me up on the bet and I won. She had to streak naked across campus – that was the bet.

“Want to make that bet again, with him this time?” she asked. “I’ll give you thirty minutes instead of thirty seconds. But with this little chip controlling him.”

I giggled. “And I streak naked across campus if I lose?”

She laughed too. “Campus has, um, changed a bit in ten years. There are a lot more prudes there. I have a different idea. Looser has a pizza delivered for dinner, and answers the door completely nude.”

“You’re on,” I said, knowing that whatever happened, I was a winner. If Megan’s device worked, Sean and I were going to have some amazing fun, and giving the pizza guy a free show would be a small price to pay.

I pushed Sean onto the couch, so he was sitting with his legs spread. I knelt in front of him and began licking his cock. Megan said “go”, a little late, but she didn’t seem to mind. I began working him over, using my hands on his shaft, running my lips along the bottom, attacking the sensitive spot just beneath the head with my tongue. Sean had pretty good control, and I’d made him work on it, but I could still make him cum in under a minute when I wanted to. And I wanted to now – I really wanted to put Megan’s little gimmick to the test. Pretty soon I was pumping his shaft with one hand and lightly spanking his balls with the other, all the time my lips and tongue slithering over his glans. He started moaning, and it wasn’t long before I felt him tighten, the muscles in his crotch and abdomen straining to keep control. He was on the edge, about to go over. I concentrated on his glans, rapidly flicking my tongue across it. I heard him make the low guttural sound he makes when he goes over the edge on a really powerful orgasm, and I had him. His body went rigid. I felt the muscles at the base of his cock relax. And then…

Nothing.

The orgasm didn’t happen. He groaned. I kept slurping and licking his cock, pumping him, getting even roughly with his balls. He can never hold out long when his cock is being stimulate and his balls spanked at the same time. He tensed up again. I pulled off his cock and looked at it. It was harder than I think I’d ever seen it. Purple and glistening, the veins standing out quite clearly. I deep-throated him in one motion, swallowing the tip into my throat and pulling his balls away from him at the same time. Sean groaned. I bobbed my head, fucking my throat with his cock. He began to pant. I felt his body go into another pre-orgasm state. Once again, he growled, and once again nothing happened.

I kept going and soon he was thrusting into my mouth. His motions were jerky and he began to gasp. I heard him begin, raggedly, to beg konya escort through his gag. “Please! Make me cum!” he grunted. He begged a few more times, but soon all he could do was wimper “please, please” over and over. My tongue began to get a little sore and I pulled off again, still running my hand lightly up and down his cock. It was huge and purple and twitching. I looked up at Megan. She was smiling.

“Fifteen minutes,” she said.

I jacked him off with my thumb and he thrust urgently into my hand. I took my hands away completely, and Sean humped the air frantically.

“Wow,” I said. “You win. That is awesome.”

“Watch this,” she said, and took a powerful vibrator out of a back. She held the vibe tightly against the underside of Sean’s cock, right beneath the head, and turned it on high. He spasmed and said “ng” repeatedly until Megan took the vibe off his cock. We took turns stroking and vibing him until Megan announced a half hour was up.

“You owe me a pizza,” she said.

“Canadian bacon and pineapple?” I asked.

“Still my favorite,” she said. “The number for Palini’s is by the phone. They make really good pizza, and a really cute delivery guy works Friday nights. You’ll enjoy meeting him.” She grinned a very wicked grin.

I ordered the pizza and came back into the room. Poor Sean was still sitting on the couch, humping the air. His cock was simply beautiful.

“Want to see what kind of an orgasm a guy has after a session like that?” Megan asked. I nodded and she flipped the remote to the off position. “Do you want to do the honors, or should I?”

“Go ahead,” I said. “He’s all yours.”

Megan gently wrapped her hand around his cock and gave him three or four light strokes. Then, he tightened, every muscle I could see strained, with tendons popping and his hips lifted high off the couch. He moaned a long, low wavering note, and a great jet of cum erupted from his cock, catching me completely by surprise and splattering over my shirt and running down between my breasts.. Several more large, powerful shots blasted out of him, and my shirt front was drenched in cum. Megan just laughed.

“Maybe you should have stripped first,” she said.

Sean collapsed onto the couch, breathing very heavily and clearly exhausted. I plucked the gag from his mouth and kissed him. He weakly returned the kiss and smiled.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Mmmm,” he said. “Wonderful.” And then he drifted off to sleep, completely spent.

I stripped, handing my shirt to Megan who tossed it into the wash, pointed out I wouldn’t need any clothes for a while. I agreed, and grabbed the remote. I flipped it on, feeling as horny as I’d ever felt.. When Sean woke up, I was going to ride him very, very hard, and very, very long. Oh, that would feel good.

In the mean time, I picked up the vibe. I had a few minutes before the pizza arrived, and I thought the delivery guy would appreciate seeing me just after an orgasm. The vibration touched my pussy, and my eyes went blurry, thinking of all the fun I was going to have with this new toy. Technology, and smart friends, are great, aren’t they?

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The club was already surprisingly busy as we walked through the bar towards the changing rooms at the rear of the club. Jayne held my hand tightly as looked at the people milling around, hoping we may see a familiar face. We were a little apprehensive tonight, not that it was our first visit to the club, far from it, but it was our first time there on a Sunday evening when single guys were permitted. We had been going to this club in Birmingham for around 18 months now but until this evening had been on couples only nights so the number of single men in the bar was an unusual sight for us.

We undressed in the changing room and put on the white fluffy towels provided and Jayne tightened her grip on my wrist as we returned to the bar and got some drinks. Jayne is 42 and a petite attractive redhead and I noticed a few guys looking at her as we stood at the bar. Quickly Jayne and I got through a couple of drinks and were feeling pretty relaxed now. We moved away from the bar with our drinks and into a corner and I leant down and gave her a long passionate kiss, unable to resist her lips.

“Is that what you wanted?”

“Mm! That was nice thank you. I think the lady on reception was about right when she said there was probably one single guy to every couple here tonight.”

“You are a dirty girl Jayne so probably about right for you,” I said smiling and sliding my hand slowly up the side of her leg and under her towel. Her face flushed a little as I moved my hand onto her soft ginger pubes. Very slowly I moved my middle finger into the damp crevice between her legs, “Feeling horny tonight darling?”

She nodded slowly with her fuck me eyes half hooded as I began to fondle her more vigorously.

As Jayne turned to pick up her drink I was aware of someone beside us now. Standing close to Jayne was a tall black guy, at a guess in his mid-thirties.

“Looks like you’re having a good time,” he said smiling down at Jayne.

“We always have a great time here,” Jayne replied.

This was true and we had indulged in many of our fantasies at the club in the last 18 months. Nothing too extreme but we’d had group sex with other couples, Jayne had discovered her bisexuality and along the way we’d had a lot of fun. I had seen Jayne with other men and been really turned on by this but had always wanted her to see her with a black man and tonight it looked as though this might be another stage in our swinging adventures. We had discussed exactly this scenario and I knew Jayne would be keen to go with the right man.

“Hi! Well my name is Ray, nice to meet you both,” he said.

“I’m Gary and this is my wife Jayne.”

We stood chatting at the bar for a few minutes, mainly talking about the club while I continued fondling Jayne’s by now very juicy pussy. Jayne took a deep breath and then let out a small moan, she was getting very turned on.

Ray excused himself and went to the changing rooms for a minute giving us a chance to chat quickly. I smiled at my lovely horny wife, “you like Ray, don’t you?”

“Of course I like him! Look at me.” Jayne replied flushed and her eyes heavy.

“Well, how about we find a room and both fuck you, is that what you want? We have both fantasized about it for long enough.”

“Oh yes please Gary.”

Jayne’s hands were trembling and I could see goose pimples on her skin as well as feel the heat and dampness between her legs. At that moment, kilis escort Ray returned and seeing us smile at him took this is a signal to move in closer. As he put his hands around Jayne’s slim waist, I could see that he already had quite a bulge in under his towel as he held her tight.

“You are a very attractive woman. Do you mind?” Ray said as his hand slid down to Jayne’s bum.

“No, not at all” Jayne replied, her smile very much giving him the green light. His hand was on her bum now and he squeezed gently and slipped his right hand inside her towel, cupping her little tit. “Mm,” she moaned, as this complete stranger felt her up while I fingered her! I looked around and realised we had attracted a bit of an audience and not wanting to unnerve or overwhelm Jayne I leant down and whispered in her ear. “Shall we find a private room for some fun honey?”

“I’m ready if you are.” Jayne took my hand from between her thighs and said, “We are going for a wander Ray, and do you want to come too?”

Ray just smiled and tagged on behind staying close as wandered upstairs into the myriad of smaller rooms, some private, some with viewing windows. I have always been a voyeur and couldn’t resist stopping by the viewing window of the couple’s room on the way upstairs. In a little dark corner, Jayne squeezed between Ray and me as we watched through the one-way mirror at the 4 couples screwing on the big pink bed. Jayne just stood watching the action on the bed but I knew would be also enjoying the attention from Ray and me as we took the opportunity to fondle her petite frame.

“Do you mind?” I heard Ray whisper to Jayne. I then saw her push his hand down over her stomach onto her pussy, as I stroked Jayne’s arse I could feel Ray’s fingers probing her pussy. A smile came over her face; she was looking at Ray’s towel, which had fallen open revealing a big black cock! For a moment there was silence and no movement as Jayne just looked down at it, staring with an almost hungry look.

Ray laughed and said “You like that babe?”

“Mm! I do, very much. Big and hard.”

He took hold of her hand and placed it on his cock, “It’ll get even bigger and harder if you stroke it!”

I looked at my wife as she slowly licked her lips, staring at the big black cock pointing up at her in her little hand. Ray moved in even closer to my wife and put a hand on the back of her head, holding her thick ginger hair.

“Well, you like what you see?” Ray asked her.

“Suck it” I whispered, “I want you to suck his black cock, my little slut.”

Jayne didn’t answer just licked her lips again, hesitated for a moment and then got down into a kneeling position and took his cock into her mouth. I watched my wife open her mouth as he pulled her head to him and saw his cock disappear into her mouth. She groaned softly as he pushed further into her mouth until she almost gagged.

“Suck it baby,” Ray said. I watched fascinated as Jayne grabbed Ray’s black cock and started sucking on it. “Your wife really has a sweet mouth.”

“Mm.” Jayne moaned as she slurped on his cock.

It was so horny seeing her pretty white face and red mouth sliding up and down his big black cock, now shiny and glistening with her saliva. She took it deep, I could see it bulging in her throat, as she grew accustomed to the size. Her head bounced up and down and she moaned in satisfaction. kırıkkale escort “Oh yeah baby, suck it. Oh fuck, that’s good.” As we had done in the lounge we’d attracted a small audience, about 4 guys were moving in closer wanting to see what this little ginger slut looked like on her knees with a thick black cock rammed between her lips, no doubt hoping for some action themselves.

I took hold of her arm and told her to stand up, “come on honey, I don’t want this getting too out of hand, let’s find a room somewhere.” Holding hands we walked along the narrow corridor passing by the disappointed men who were enjoying the impromptu show. Several hands reached down and Jayne was well groped as we moved between the guys and turned into a small room and I locked the door for some privacy. Tonight a threesome was more that adequate for Jayne! As I turned away from the door and looked at Jayne she dropped her towel to the floor and lay back on the bed naked, legs apart her cunt glistening, at the same time as Ray and I both lost our towels and clambered up on the bed.

“Oh yea baby, that’s it.” Ray started to rub the inside of Jayne’s thighs. Ray dipped his head between my lovely wife’s thighs while I knelt over her head slipping my cock between her lips. Ray lifted a leg onto his shoulder and buried his face in her sweet pussy; her face was a picture as he began eating her pussy. Ray lapped away at her pussy making Jayne moan and writhe as I slid my cock in and out of her luscious mouth sucking and slurping noisily. By the amount of heavy breathing going on we were all very turned on and Jayne pulled my cock from between her lips and mouthed to me, “Fuck me now please!”

Ray moved across the bed to watch as I slid between Jayne’s thighs. Straddling her, she grasped my cock, guiding me into her dripping cunt. Hands on her hips, I thrust deep with a grunt and buried my face in her neck whispering in her ear.

“Have I got enough for you slut?”

Jayne moaned “mm!”

I buried my cock in her pussy with all of my weight. “I’ll show you what you need, you dirty slut!” I said as I fucked her, feeling her legs wrap around my back. I wanted to use her body, hard, deep and dirty.

“Ray wants to fuck you.” After I said it, Jayne started to shudder and cry out! Jayne’s fingers clutched at the mattress, her toes curled and her whole body spasmed in a mighty orgasm. She let out a shriek only partially muffled by my kisses and almost wheezed as she fought to catch her breath.

“Do you mind if he fucks me? I want his cock inside me.” Jayne asked me when she calmed down.

“I can’t wait to see his big black cock fuck you honey,” I said as I climbed from between her thighs and sat on the edge of the bed. Jayne sat up and spread her legs, revealing her soaking cunt to Ray. He grinned as the bed creaked with his weight as he moved between her legs.

“I’m going to fuck you now, you sexy little slut,” Ray said as he rolled on a condom looking down at Jayne, “Now, get on your hands and knees and take a deep breath before I start to fuck you.”

He grinned as Jayne rolled over onto her hands and knees and pushed herself back between his legs. Kneeling between my wife’s thighs he started wanking his big black cock slowly pointing the knob at her dripping pussy, she stared back at him hypnotised as his big cock moved ever closer to her cunt.

“You want to kırklareli escort fuck in front of your husband?” Ray asked Jayne.

“Oh yes, I would love to.” Jayne told him as she knelt on the bed facing me pushing back against Ray’s hips. He started to ease it inside, making Jayne moan as he penetrated her.

“Your husband will get a good view of his wife taking my big black cock.”

He gripped her hips and rammed his big black cock deep inside Jayne’s pussy; she let out a loud groan and began to push back against him. He had his hands on both sides of her hips ramming his black cock in and out. His cock slammed deep into her pussy again, the force of his fucking intense. I watched as his hands grabbed her thick red hair, pulling her head up so our eyes locked as he fucked her, his cock, pumping in and out of her pussy.

“Yeah, harder you bastard! Fuck me like a slut!”

“Mm! You love my black cock you little whore. Slut! Fucking with him watching.”

Ray was pumping my little wife faster and deeper, both of them breaking out in beads of sweat. His black cock was pistoning in and out of Jayne’s pussy and I couldn’t hold out much longer, I was so turned on by my normally prim wife behaving like a wanton whore. Jayne smiled up at me as Ray thrust his hips forward, his black cock disappearing between the saturated lips of my wife’s cunt.

“Oh yes, just like that.” I heard her whisper as she began using her free hand to rub her clit and as she did her whole body quivered for a moment with a moan. She was groaning loudly and closed her eyes as she started to cum.

“Oh fuck! I’m cumming, shit!” Jayne moaned as another orgasm rippled through her body.

He was fucking her now with long slow thrusts, slapping his balls against her bum every time he thrust fully, her hair was turning wet with sweat and she moved her hips in time with his.

“I want you to cum in my mouth.” Jayne said to me.

I slipped my wet cock between her red lips and Jayne’s back arched as Ray pushed his cock deep into her and I started fucking my wife’s mouth, she was really full of cock now.

“Your wife is a great fuck. I’m ready to cum. Get ready baby,” after a few moments Ray started pumping faster and with a huge thrust came deep in my wife’s hot cunt.

“Oh yea baby, oh yea take it. Oh fuck!” Ray said as he came hard. He rammed his cock deep, grabbed her shoulders and continued to fuck her. She leaned forward, sticking out her tongue to lick me.

“Oh shit, I’m cumming!” I said gripping my wife’s head as I came in her mouth.

I shuddered and gushed over Jayne’s tongue and into her mouth; the sight of my wife cumming as this black stranger fucked her was too much for my self-control. My mind was a whirl of erotic visions and thoughts as I shared my wife, who at this moment I loved like never before. Jayne moaned with delight as I came, pumping into her mouth and dripping spunk down her lips and chin. My back arched as Jayne gripped me and took my cock into her mouth, sucking greedily as I filled her mouth with cum.

Ray slowly pulled himself from Jane, climbed down from the bed, disposed of his condom and quickly dressed in his towel. Ray quietly thanked me and we agreed to meet again in the bar later as we shook hands and he walked to the door so that we could be alone. I looked at Jayne spread-eagled on the bed completely spent. I gently stroked her hair and we cuddled gently smiling at each other experiencing a great closeness as we snuggled.

“Let’s head for the showers darling.”

“Then I need a drink please Gary. Maybe we could meet Ray at the bar and make some plans for another time?” Jayne said giggling.

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Steffie sat at the edge of the hotel bed, trembling, her heart beating rapidly in her chest as she looked up at Tyrese and his friends. My god this is really happening she thought Can I really do this? She thought back to how this had all begun.

Steffie had married young, barely 23 when she and Mark had tied the knot, and they’d had barely any time to savor life as a married couple before their first child was on the way. Followed soon after by the second. Marriage and child rearing combined with the long hours Mark worked as a police officer had taken a quick toll on their sex life. By the time their third son was born, Steffie had long since settled into the role of mother and housewife.

While motherhood may have taken its toll on Steffie and Mark’s sex life, Steffie had been fortunate that three pregnancies hadn’t taken more of a toll on her body. Even at 31 she still maintained a slim, petite figure with a tiny waist and pert breasts. Gone were the long dark brown tresses she’d favored since high school, replaced now with a utilitarian haircut her friend Jenny liked to refer to as ‘mom-chic’.

Gone too was any notion of slinky dresses or revealing tops, those had been replaced with jeans and sensible blouses. Still despite all that she still found men flirting with her when she ran her errands. She had always brushed it aside, being happily married, until one night when she had been very in the mood, and had greeted Mark at the door in a short black teddy. To Steffie’s disappointment, Mark had been brusque, giving her a light peck on the lips before declaring that he was dead tired and had to be in early the following morning.

Steffie had laid awake that night in bed, her fingers tugging at the hem of her teddy, and wondered Is that all I am now?Just Mommy and Honey?Not a woman to be desired? The next day after getting the boys onto the bus for school she had wandered into the the den in her bathrobe and sat dejectedly in front of the computer.

Opening her email, she found a message from Jenny. It was brief ‘Here’s the cure you’re looking for ;)’ and a link to a video. Steffie idly clicked the link. It took a moment to buffer and then her breath caught in her throat. Steffie had been expecting to see cute little kittens at play but instead found herself watching as a young, thing brunette writhed on a couch while several men, including a few black men took turns fucking her (Steffie had always thought of it as making love, but couldn’t deny that what she was seeing was indeed fucking.) before they ejaculated on her face, her belly, in her mouth.

Steffie was unable to get those images out of her head the next few days, and soon she was finding herself at the computer reading profile ads on adult dating sites. This however proved fruitless for Steffie as most sites required a credit card to post an ad and she had no wish to expose her growing secret desire by being caught in a credit card scam.

A week later Steffie came across a forum site that was all about adult dating, and she was avidly scanning the Men Seeking Women and Women Seeking Men postings. The more she lurked and read, the more the idea took hold in Steffie’s mind of posting an ad. Twice she even masturbated, imagining an encounter from such an ad.

Finally, Steffie worked up the nerve to register a profile, and placed an ad. MWF seeks discreet sexual encounter with passionate man. No strings attached. Steffie’s hand hovered over the DELETE POST button for a few minutes, then she impulsively clicked on the SUBMIT POST button. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest as she watched her post appear on the forums.

Over the next few weeks, Steffie found her inbox cluttered with crude offers of sexual favors, requests for pics, and unsolicited dick pictures. Hardly what she had fantasized about. Still, day after day Steffie would log in, go through the messages and delete them. This time as she was preparing to click the Select All button and mass delete, a subject line caught her eye. Are you for real? or just an internet tease?

Curiously Seffie clicked on the link. The message that followed was from a user going by the name TYR327. His message simply stated that if she was serious, to private message him and they could discuss setting up a meeting in the future. The message was signed off with the name Tyrese, and two attached photos showing a chiseled black man in his late 20s. One where he was raising a glass and toasting with friends, and another with his shirt off.

Steffie could feel herself getting moist, her pulse pounding in her throat. She took several gulps of water before she responded, explaining to him what she was looking for. Then on a quick impulse she rushed to the bedroom, dropped her robe on the bed and slipped into the black teddy. She kilis escort posed awkwardly in front of the mirror and took several photos with her phone. Back at the computer Steffie nervously hesitated before finally uploading the two best pics to the message.

The next few days, it took all of Steffie’s self control to not impulsively rush to check her in box. Finally Monday rolled back around and no sooner had the bus left that Steffie was loggin in. She found two messages from Tyrese, one complimenting her on her looks, and the other with his phone number attached to it. Steffie spent the rest of the afternoon in a state of semi arousal, racking her brain trying to figure out how to call and leave no trace her actions.

Unable to come up with a solution to her problem, Steffie dejectedly responded to Tyrese that there would be no way for her to call him. As she moped at the computer after hitting Send, a pop up notification showed one new message. Steffie clicked on the message and was surprised when Tyrese suggested she buy one of those disposable phones they sold in stores. He closed his message with Hit me up anytime on my number, I’ll be around.

Steffie dressed hurriedly and hopped in the minivan. Half an hour later she was explaining to the clerk that she was a total klutz and had lost her phone and needed a disposable until she could get hers replaced. The clerk nodded understandingly and rang her purchase of a phone and 200 minutes. With that Steffie raced home.

It took her longer than expected to get the phone up and running, but when it was ready she found herself unable to dial. Steffie looked back over Tyrese’s photos and finally her mounting excitement had her pressing his number. It rang three times, and Steffie was on the verge of hanging up when the phone picked up and a deep masculine voice said “Its Ty, who’s this?” Steffie bit her lip, unprepared for what to say next. Then Tyrese’s voice spoke again “Is this Steffie? What’s up girl?”

After an awkward start, Steffie sound found herself engaged in conversation with Tyrese, who was never overtly sexual, but didn’t hesitate to drop sexual innuendos at any opportunity she presented him with. They spoke for close to 40 mintues before Steffie realized that the boys would soon be home, and she needed to get rid of the phone box. She promised Tyrese that they would speak again then she hung up.

Over the course of the next few weeks, Steffie and Tyrese spoke any chance she could get, and their discussions grew to more and more sexual themes. One afternoon as Steffie sat there, slowly fingering herself, she confided to Ty that she had a fantasy of being with several men, or at least having several men watch as she had sex. Steffie was momentarily stunned when Tyrese offered “What if I could make that happen? Safe, clean, just how you want it to be?” She had laughed it off.

But Tyrese wasn’t so easily put off. He explained to her how they could easily arrange to meet a nice hotel, early in the morning and spend an afternoon indulging themselves in various sexual pleasures. Steffie hesitated several times, before finally agreeing to meet him on Thursday at a local hotel. The following day when she called Ty her gave her all the details of which hotel and what room. They agreed to meet in the lobby.

The next two days passed at an agonizingly slow rate, and Steffie was anxious all day and night wrestling with the thought of going and not going to meet Tyrese. Thursday morning after the kids had left, Steffie stood in her living room nervously, when her phone vibrated. Checking it, a message from Tyrese Looking forward to seeing you, don’t be late. Steffie rushed to the bathroom and began putting on her makeup.

The make up was a disaster, much of it was old and dried, and it had been so long she felt out of practice. Finally she gave up, tossing the eyeliner down on the sink counter and stared into the mirror. Oh to hell with it! I’ll just go as I am, its not like we’re really going to do more than just talk. With that she got herself dressed and out the door.

And now here she wasin a hotel room with Tyrese and two of his friends, Marcus, and James. They’d been chatting and joking for a good half hour, and Steffie could see the lust in their eyes. She was both scared and aroused. Her nipples felt like hard little rocks under her bra. Tyrese smiled at her and set his drink down, “So baby, should we get to some fun?” Steffie looked away nervously. Tyrese laid a hand gently on her shoulder, “You a little embarassed bout getting naked with us?” She nodded, and Tyrese chuckled, “Then lets make it a game, we’ll show you ours you show us yours.”

With that, Tyrese and his friends removed their shirts, feeling somewhat better that it was like a kırıkkale escort game, Steffie undid her blouse but left her bra on. “That bra has got to go.” Said Tyrese as he moved around behind her and started to undo it. After a couple seconds of him fumbling, Steffie giggled, and said “It clasps in the front.” Then blushed furiously. With that said, Tyrese let his hands drift over the top of her tits and unsnapped the clasp.

Steffie was breathing fast now, which caused her perky 32B tits to rise and fall. Tyrese let his fingers trace little circles around her nipples causing them to send tingles down to Steffie’s pussy. Stepping back Tyrese and his friends undid their pants and stood before her in their underwear. Steffie couldn’t take her eyes off the bulges in their shorts as she undid her jeans and stepped out of them, leaving her in her pink cotton panties.

One by one Tyrese, Marcus, and James took off their underwear. Steffie’s eyes bulged as she saw their cocks. They were all easily as big as Mark when he was fully hard, and these men were only semi erect. “Let me me help you with those.” Ty said as he slid his hands into the waist band of Steffie’s panties and drew them down to her ankles, and guided her feet out of them.

Steffie felt about to faint as she stood there nude before three strangers, all of whom were staring at her tits and down to her bush, which was the same dark brown as her hair. Tyrese stood over her and kissed her slow and deep, letting his tongue explore her mouth as his hands caressed Steffie’s tits. She could feel the tip of Ty’s cock rubbing across her belly and it sent shivers down her spine.

Tyrese eased her down so she was sitting on the corner of the bed, then guided Steffie by the ankles as he placed her feet on the bed so she was sitting knees up and exposed to them. “They’re just gonna watch us. Nothing more if you don’t want it. Now relax baby.” Tyrese whispered to her as he began to kiss down her neck. Ty sucked on both of of Steffie’s aching nipples before she felt his tongue begin to part her pussy lips and swirl around her clit.

Steffie gasped as Ty’s tongue skillfully toyed with her clit and then slid into her pussy and back. The sight of his dark brown hands on the pale white of her belly sent an enormous thrill through her, and Steffie began to gasp louder. Looking up she could see where Marcus and James were watching, stroking their cocks, which were growing thicker by the minute. She felt her hips bucking of their own volition, as Ty increased his efforts.

Unable to hold back Steffie gripped the back of Tyrese’s head with her left hand as her right hand clutched at her tits. She felt the orgasm building up in her pussy and was soon gasping with her head thrown back as she felt her juices flowing out of her. Lying there shaking she felt her cunt twitching as Tyrese stood over her, fully erect, a drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip of his huge cock.

Tyrese guided Steffie forward so she was taking her weight on her hands while he pulled her pert ass up so she was kneeling. She felt the mattress sink under Ty’s weight as he climbed up behind her, then she felt the head of his cock sliding across her pussy lips and clit, into her pubes. She gasped at the feeling. Ty’s hands were stoking her ass, “You ready for it baby?” he asked as he kept sliding his cock along her cooze.

“Y-yes.” Steffie nodded breathlessly, her hands gripping the edges of the mattress. She felt Ty’s cock slide backwards across her twat, the head suddenly parting her swolled pussy lips. She gasped as he pushed into her in one long smooth stroke, totally unlike Mark’s gentle, almost hesitant thrust into her. Ty’s strong hands held her around her tiny waist and she felt the head of his cock bumping up on her cervix. Steffie closed her eyes and bit her lip as she felt Ty draw back and then thrust forward again.

Tyrese’s thrusts became stronger and deeper with each stroke. Unable to stifle a moan, Steffie let her head fall forward as Ty began to fuck her with power and authority. With each thrust, Ty’s cock banged into her cervix, and she could feel his balls smacking up against her clit. Gasping through another orgasm more powerful than the last Steffie lifted her head.

She was shocked to find Marcus and James standing on either side of her head, their thick swolled cocks, mere inches from her face. “Yeah baby, thats good, you don’t gotta be shy, touch ’em if you want to.” Ty encouraged her as his finger began teasing Steffies puckered asshole. Tentatively Steffie reached out with her right hand, wrapping it around Marcus’s cock. My god its burning hot! she thought as he grunted in approval, slowly pumping his cock into her hand. She felt Tyrese taking her around the ribs and kırklareli escort lifting her up.

Steffie’s left hand slid around James’s swollen cock and she was soon pumping them both while Tyrese continued to fill her with his massive cock. She was gasping her way through another orgasm when the tip of Marcus’s cock brushed across her lips. Steffie tentatively gave the tip a quick suck and flick with her tongue. Marcus hissed with pleasure and suddenly she felt his hand on the back of her head, pulling her forward onto his prick.

She gripped James’ cock tight in her hand as she swirled her tongue around Marcus’ cock head. Behind her, Tyrese was vigorously pounding away at her pussy. She spit Marcus out of her mouth as she felt another orgasm taking hold. Steffie happened to glance to her left and caught sight of herself in the mirror: On her hands and knees, Tyrese’s dark cock slipping in and out of her pussy while she clenched James’ cock in her hand. Steffie came hard, her whole body shaking, her pussy spasming tight around Tyrese’s cock. She was dimly aware of James pushing his fat cock into her mouth while holding the back of her head.

Then Tyrese let out a deep groan, and Steffie felt his cock pushing deep into her pussy, then suddenly she felt him flooding her with his seed. Steffie counted at least three spurts before Ty was slipping out of her twat, leaving her feeling even wetter than she could have imagined. Steffie collapsed, spent onto her side, her belly and pussy quivering from the shock of the orgasm. Steffie was dimly aware of hands on her knees, rolling her onto her back and spreading her legs.

As Steffie laid there, she suddenly became aware of a cock head pushing between her pussylips. Looking up she saw James above her, his arms on either side of her chest as he pushed his cock into her dripping twat. Steffie’s hands reflexively gripped James’ arms as his cock slid deep into her already well used pussy, the tip of his massive prick banging against her cervix with each forceful thrust. Steffie turned her head to the left and moaned raggedly as James pounded away at her pussy, her nails digging into his arms.

Steffie felt a cock pushing at her lips, and opened her mouth, feeling the thickness sliding into her mouth and throat. Steffie couldn’t tell who’s cock was in her mouth and she lost herself in the sensation of James steadily punishing her already swolled pussy. As her orgasm peaked, Steffie bucked her hips and felt strong hands gripping her waist, and then James was grunting, his cock twitching inside her and she swore she could feel his cum splashing inside her.

As James slipped out of her pussy Steffie felt herself being rolled over onto her stomach. She had only a moment to realize what was happening before James’ cock was in her mouth. She could taste herself mixed with his cum as she sucked him, then there was a sharp pain. Steffie groaned around James’s cock as Marcus thrust himself forcefully into her pussy. Steffie had never imagined it was possible to be fucked like this, but it was really happening to her.

Marcus pounded away at Steffie’s pussy, his balls making slapping sounds with each thrust. Each thrust forced James’ cock deeper into her mouth. As Steffie came again, she felt Marcus’ hands pinning her shoulders to the bed, his engorged cock banging hard against her g-spot, and once more a huge, warm load spilling into her already full pussy. With a gasp Steffie felt the room swim around her and everything grew dark.

Steffie awoke some time later, she was alone, and for a moment she didn’t know where she was. Tentatively she reached her hand back between her legs to her aching pussy. Her hand came away sticky, covered in a mix of her and her men’s cum. And at that moment Steffie knew this was no dream. Glancing at the clock on the night stand, she saw that it was half past four. With a start Steffie sat up, wincing at the ache in her pussy. She had to get home soon if she was to avoid being found out.

Dressing hastily, Steffie left the hotel and piled into her minivan. She’d been home barely fifteen minutes when the boys arrived back from baseball practice. By the time she’d gotten them cleaned up Mark was coming in through the door, and Steffie soon found herself busy with the daily routine of dinner.

Later that evening after Mark was asleep, Steffie crept to the bathroom and slid off her panties. She was overwhelmed with the scent of her pussy and the traces of Tyrese, James, and Marcus’ cologne. Looking down, Steffie saw that her pubes were clotted with dried cum, and the crotch of her panties were likewise caked with the cum that had leaked out of her. It was then that she realized that she hadn’t bothered with any kind of birth control.

As Steffie stood looking at herself in the mirror, a low buzzing sound came from her purse. Digging into her purse, Steffie found the disposable phone. There was one new message from Tyrese; Thanks for the great time today. Same time next week? As Steffie stood there feeling her pussy growing moist, she knew that things would never be the same.

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Georgia Ch. 04

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Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous parts. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable.

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Part 04

Arm in arm, daddy and I walked into the main hall with the steel balls clunking in my pussy. The ball was in a big room with a big dance floor surrounded by lots of big tables, all set out ready for a meal.

A man greeted us then directed is to our assigned table. I couldn’t help noticing a few people staring at us, well me probably, you see my dress was doing what it is supposed to do when I walk; showing my slit.

At our table we were greeted by 6 other people, all who stood to say hello. I felt a bit like royalty. Most of them commented on how nice my dress was. Daddy seemed to know just about all of them and I assumed that they were his employees and their partners.

Daddy and I were sat on the outside of the table giving us a view of the whole room. I didn’t really get the chance to look around at first, everyone wanted to know all about me. After about 15 minutes daddy was talking to someone who had come over to see him and the young woman next to me said,

“Georgia, are you aware that your dress is totally see-through?”

“I looked down at my chest and managed to blush as I brought one arm to cover my tits then said,

“Oh gosh; I didn’t realise. It wasn’t like this when I tried it on in the shop or at home. Can you really see straight through it? The woman in the shop told me that I shouldn’t wear anything underneath it but oh my, what will everyone think?”

“Don’t worry about it Georgia, these things happen. No one here is going to complain, you’re here with the boss. Just hold your head up high and ignore it, and enjoy yourself.” She replied.

“I think that I need another drink.” I said.

Then the woman’s partner joined in,

“Don’t worry Georgia, it’s not that obvious. If a gorgeous girl your age can’t get away with it them there’s something radically wrong with this country.”

“Are you sure, I could easily go home and get changed.”

“Don’t even think about that Georgia. You don’t want to miss the rest of the evening. Head up and ignore it. Have fun; this must be a lot better than being at a boarding school.”

“Yes, I have been having a lot of fun since I got home. Okay, I’ll try.”

“You just let me know if anyone says anything, I’ll shut them up.”

The food started to be served and the subject was dropped. Not by me, well inside my head, I was looking forward to getting on the dance floor and letting people see my body. I wondered if Celeste knew about the bright lights.

I had a couple of glasses of wine and I started to feel a little happy.

Food finished, a band started playing. It wasn’t a modern band; it was one of those old time dance hall bands. Judging by the music I was glad that they taught us ballroom dancing at school.

No one was getting up to dance, and when I mentioned it to the woman next to me she said,

“That’s because everyone is waiting for the CEO to dance. He usually picks someone from his table but I guess that it will be you tonight. You can do ballroom dancing can’t you?”

“Oh yes, those lessons were compulsory in all years at school. They were good fun as well, I really enjoyed them.”

After another couple of minutes daddy stopped talking to the man that was stood next to him, and turned to me,

“Would you do me the pleasure of having the first dance with me young lady?”

“Certainly sir.” I replied and stood up, ignoring my totally see-through dress.

Daddy got up and led me to the centre of the dance floor holding my hand out in front of us. As I walked I saw a couple of women with shocked expressions on their faces; I smiled and my pussy tingled.

“Sod it. I’m going to enjoy myself.” I said to myself.

And enjoy myself I did; in more ways than one. The dancing was fun and both daddy and I really threw ourselves into it. We are both quite good at the waltz. Although we’d both danced it together before we’d never put as much effort into it as we were doing that time. It was like we were both trying to prove something.

I didn’t think about my dress and how it was floating behind me. If people saw my pussy then they saw my pussy.

The other way that I enjoyed that dance was because of what was in my pussy. By the time that the dance ended I was REALLY horny.

When it was over daddy bowed to me so I did a curtsey; both while everyone in the room was clapping us.

Daddy led me back to our chairs and I slumped down on to it. I heard some of the people on our table saying how good we were. When things settled down daddy turned to me and quietly said,

“I didn’t realise that your dress was so see-through, did you know?”

“Not until we got here and someone told me.”

“Are you okay staying like that or do you want to leave?”

“No, thank you, I’m enjoying myself too much to worry about showing a bit of skin.”

“A bit, you’re kastamonu escort showing every bit of your skin Georgia.”

“I don’t care daddy.”

Just then a middle-aged man came up to me and asked me to dance. I looked at daddy, he nodded, and I accepted the offer.

He wasn’t as good as daddy but he kept throwing me about (dance wise) and putting his hands on my bare back and butt (over my thin dress), I could feel the warmth of his hands.

No sooner than I had sat down than another man came and asked me.

That dance was a salsa, my favourite, and the man had me spinning round over and over again and holding my leg whilst I leant back. My pussy really was on display during that dance.

The other thing was those steel balls. They were driving me crazy and just as soon as I got back to daddy I excused myself and went to the rest room. I just had to relieve some tension in me.

I went into a cubicle and one very good, but quiet orgasm later I was drying my pussy when I heard 2 women come in, both talking.

“And have you seen that little slut girl that the boss has brought? She can’t be more than 12 or 13. You’d think he’d have brought someone a bit more his age.”

“Well at least she can dance, even if she does show her little fanny to the world whist she doing it; she may as well have come here totally naked. I’m starting to think that we work for a paedophile.”

That was it for me, I let my dress fall back into place and slammed the door open.

“Who the hell do you think you 2 are? Just for the record I’m 18 years old and I’m your boss’ daughter. His wife, my mother, died 6 years ago and he’s been single-handedly looking after me ever since. As for my designer dress it isn’t see-through in normal light, just in the bright lights in here. My wardrobe malfunction was totally accidental. What was I supposed to do when I found out, run home crying? No, the people at our table suggested that I just ignore it and enjoy the evening, that everyone here was mature enough to realise that it was accidental and not stare at me. I guess that they were wrong. Just who the hell are you anyway? What are your names? I think that my father would like to know what you have been saying.”

I didn’t hang around to hear if they answered me; the shocked look on their faces told it all.

As I walked back to our table I was really proud of myself and I totally forgot that the faster I walked the more the dress floated behind me and the more of my lower abdomen was on display.

Daddy must have sensed that I wasn’t happy because he asked me what was wrong. At first I said ‘nothing’ but he insisted and eventually I told him.

“Who were they? I’ll make them suffer. Either them or their partners will be out of a job by the end of next week.”

“No daddy, they were just being bitchy, they were probably just jealous. Lots of women get like that at times. It’s just part of our DNA.”

“I’d still like to know who they were.”

“Can we go and dance please? It will help me get over it.”

Daddy and I did the foxtrot then I had 3 more dances with 3 different men and got soo close to cumming again.

Then the music changed to the 80s and 90s. I got a rest and some more wine before a younger man came and asked me to dance. As I walked to the dance floor with him I thought that maybe I should have gone and got some more relief before dancing again. Those damn balls were driving me crazy.

The tempo was a lot slower and I soon got my breath back. We were dancing close to the stage and more and more of the young people there came to join us. Before long there were so many people dancing that I couldn’t see daddy anymore.

When one young man came up behind me and put his hands around me onto my bare stomach through the slits in the dress, I just exploded. I don’t know if he knew that I was having an orgasm but he was happy for me to lean on him for support.

As I got my senses back I did see some people in front of me staring at me and smiling, I didn’t know if it was because they knew that I’d just cum or if the man’s hands on my bare stomach where holding my dress open for them to see my pussy.

A bit later one slightly drunk young man came up to me and put his arms over my shoulders. He was looking down at my chest and mumbling something about my dress being see-through. I gently pushed him away.

A couple of minutes later I realised that my feet were standing on something. I looked down to see what it was, expecting to just kick it away, when I saw that my chest was uncovered. Bending slightly forwards I saw that the ‘thing’ on the floor was my dress. That bastard of a drunk man must have pulled on the bow of my halter and it had slowly un-ravelled.

I quickly squat down and pulled my dress back on then reached round my neck to tie the bow again. When I stood up I saw a few people just standing there staring at me as I arrange the material into its rightful place.

I danced some more then decided kayseri escort that I had to go and get some more relief. This time I didn’t have any problems with bitchy women, but as I was checking myself in the mirror afterwards one young woman told me that I was very brave and that she wished that she could get away with wearing a dress like that.

As I thanked her and explained that it was a wardrobe malfunction, I looked at her in the mirror and thought,

“Bloody hell, I don’t think that many men would like to see your rolls of fat wobbling about.”

I went back to daddy for another drink. As I walked up to him I could see him looking up and down me.

“Christ you’re beautiful Georgia.” He said as I sat down next to him.

“You’re drunk daddy.”

“No I’m not. Well maybe a little happy, but definitely not drunk.”

I looked around and saw that the numbers had thinned out.

“I think that we should leave now daddy, we don’t want to be the last ones here, and you have to be up early in the morning. You don’t want to miss your plane.”

“It won’t leave until I’m ready Georgia but your right, we should go.”

Daddy stood up then held his hand out for me to hold as I got up. Arm in arm we slowly walked out. I say slowly because quite a few people came up to us to thank daddy; and, possibly, to have another look at my virtually naked body.

As soon as we were out of the room and walking to the door, daddy said,

“I meant what I said Georgia, you are beautiful, and I’m glad that you didn’t want to go home and change that dress. You got a lot of compliments tonight, all of them well deserved.”

A young man came up to us and asked what daddy’s name was. He wasn’t looking at daddy as he asked and I wondered just how much of my lower body that he could see. I didn’t look to see where the dress was.

It only took a couple of minutes for James to arrive in the Bentley and the young man opened the door for me. I gave him a long look at my pussy as daddy was walking round to the other side of the car.

Daddy and I had both sat close to our respective doors leaving the middle seat empty, but after saying hello to James I unfastened the seatbelt and slid over to daddy. I put my head on his shoulder and he put his arm round me, his hand accidentally, probably, sliding under the halter of my dress. His hand wasn’t on my bare tit but it was just touching the bottom of it.

As the car moved off I shuffled about a bit and my tit ended up in daddy’s hand. Either he didn’t realise, or he didn’t care because he didn’t move his hand.

We travelled all the way home with his hand cupping my tit. He only moved his hand when James opened the door for him, and I had to sit up to let him get out.

When he was out I shuffled over to the open door, the bottom half of my dress not moving as fast as my body. When I swung my legs out of the car my legs, right up to my waist were on display for James to see.

“Thank you for those steel balls,” I whispered to James, “they were amazing.”

He just smiled at me as I caught up with daddy and put my arm around him

In my room I kicked my shoes off, unfastened the bow behind my neck, stepped out of the dress then went downstairs to get a drink of water. Daddy was in the kitchen getting a drink as well. He turned to look at the naked me and said,

“Bloody hell Georgia, I wish that I wasn’t your father.”

“What’s that got to do with anything?” I asked as I got a glass out and filled it with cold water.

Daddy stood there in silence watching me.

Drink finished, I turned to daddy, kissed his cheek, gave him a hug, thanked him for a wonderful evening and went off to bed with him watching my little butt as it gently wobbled as I walked out.

I ran upstairs to make those steel balls clunk inside me a lot, cleaned my teeth then collapsed on my bed.

After a minute or so I rolled onto my back, spread my legs and my right hand got busy.

While I was frigging away I heard daddy come up the stairs. The landing lights were on and my door was wide open. I partially closed my eyes and kept frigging, even when I saw daddy standing in the doorway watching me.

It was a good, loud orgasm and my body jerked about as I almost shouted,

“Yes, yes, more, harder daddy, ooooooh that’s sooo nice.

As the waves subsided I just lay there watching daddy watching me. After what seemed like hours, daddy turned and walked away.

As I drifted off to sleep I wondered if daddy was ever going to touch me, properly touch me, and hopefully fuck me.

The next thing that I knew was that I felt the bed bounce as daddy sat beside me. It was morning and the daylight was streaming in. I realised that my legs were still wide open and my right hand was cupping my pussy.

“Morning daddy.” I said as I brought both hands to my face to rub my eyes.

Daddy was sat beside my knee and he was looking down at my naked body.

“Thank you for last night kıbrıs escort daddy, I had a wonderful evening. In fact I’ve really enjoyed every minute since I came home from school. I’m really looking forward to being on the yacht, just you and me, the sunshine and the peace and quiet.”

“Yes Georgia, I’m looking forward to it as well, but now I have to go, I have to be in New York by lunch time.”

“But it’s that in 2 hours and it’s Sunday.”

“And big businesses never stop darling.”

He leaned forwards and kissed my forehead then got up and walked out. After a minute or so I jumped up and ran after him. I caught up with him just as he was about to get into the Bentley, James holding the door open.

I put my arms around him and squeezed as I said,

“I love you daddy.”

Then I stepped back.

“I love you too Georgia; now I think that you should go back inside and put some clothes on; you don’t want to embarrass poor James do you?”

I giggled, looked at James, then turned and walked back to the house. At the door I turned and waved to daddy as the car moved away. As it disappeared I thought,

“The whole house to myself for a full week. I’m going to stay naked all the time.”

Then I thought about my pussy. Those steel balls were still inside me and running downstairs had got them doing their job. I went back upstairs and opened the drawer where I keep my toys. The next couple of hour or so was taken up with me trying out a number of the toys that I had bought.

My 3 favourites at the moment are: –

1.My Ben Wa balls for when I want to be constantly reminded that I have a pussy.

2.My Remote Controlled Egg for when I want to get myself really horny when I’m out and about, and don’t want people to know what is driving me crazy and making me cum for no apparent reason. I’ve yet to try this but I’m sure that it will work.

3.My Magic Wand. Because it’s mains driven I’ll only be able to use it indoors, but maybe daddy’s got a long extension lead in the garage; I’ll have to go and have a look.

The other thing that I’m going to love is a gigantic dildo. It is 30 centimetres long with a diameter of nearly 10 centimetres. I’ve tried to get it in my pussy but so far I’ve only managed to get the purple bell-end in. I’m going to have to practice that to get my muscles to stretch to take it without it killing me.

Getting the steel balls that James gave me out of my pussy was a bit of a challenge at first but after a lot of squeezing I discovered how to do it and they dropped to the kitchen floor with quite a thud.

The sun came out in the afternoon and I decided to get a bit adventurous. There’s a wood at the bottom of the garden and I climbed over the fence and went for a walk, not even putting any shoes on. The only thing that I was wearing, if you can call it wearing, was my remote controlled egg.

I’d put it in and switched it up to full and left the control on the kitchen table.

It was so natural being in those woods. Nothing was man-made, no clothes, no buildings and no noise except for the birds. I could have wandered around in there for hours; only stopping then the egg got the better of me and I orgasmed.

I found a path and followed it, only to discover that it was used for dog walking. I turned a corner and was confronted by an old man walking towards me. My heart skipped a beat then I thought ‘fuck it’ and kept walking. As we got closer I smiled at him.

“Good day young lady; nice out today.” He said.

I smiled and replied,

“Yes, it is.”

I was really glad that Celeste and James had both told me to act naturally and pretend that I was fully clothed.

Round another corner, and after another orgasm, I saw 2 teenage boys riding their bikes towards me. They both stopped and stared at me. As I walked passed them I said,

“Hi guys;” and kept walking towards another orgasm. After about 20 metres I turned and saw then still looking at me.

After a while I realised that I’d gone in a big circle and I was back near daddy’s house so I headed back home. I thought about phoning James and getting him to take me to the other woods but 2 things stopped me. Firstly I didn’t know if he’d be back from the airport, and secondly I’d already decided that it was going to be a ‘me’ day.

I went inside, had a swim then tried on all the new clothes that I’d bought. As I did that I thought about what I was going to ask Celeste to make for me.

It was really strange swimming with a vibrator humming away inside me. I did cum whilst I was in the water but luckily I was in the shallow end and could put my feet down. I wondered if I’d drown if I had a strong orgasm and couldn’t put my feet down or grab on to something.

Eventually, the batteries went flat and I squeezed the egg out then realised that I was hungry. I decided to order a pizza and gave the delivery guy a pleasant surprise when I opened the door still naked. He was a cute guy so I decided to order a pizza again that week.

As I was eating the pizza I text Charlotte: –

‘Hi Char, lst nyt wz awesome, dress wz TOTALLY see-through. nErly had a fite w 2 women. Orgasmed 3 tImz. Stripped naked on dance flOr’

‘Bloody hell G. You’re such an exhibitionist. I wnt som.’

After a pause and a bit of thinking, I replied,

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This story is about my mother Sushma and myself. My name is Ramesh and we live in a village near Indore in Madhya Pradesh. My father Sh Raghunath has gone to England, to try for better luck there last year. He has told us that he will come back every year, for an annual leave of about 2 months, but now he has told that he cannot return for 5 years, as to get a permanent visa there, he has to stay in that country for 5 years continuously.

This has been a shocking news for me and my mother, as it will mean that still for another 4 years we will not be able to meet my father.

Let me introduce you to my family. I am only child of my parents. I am 20 years old, well built and standing at 6′ tall, with about 80kg weight . we are basically farmers and hard work in fields and having milk and good diet at home has developed me like a bull. I am studying in BA 1st year. I am very horny guy and having sex relationship with 3-4 girls of my village.

We have big agricultural land and our fields are far from the village. We normally grow rice and sugar cane crops. We have our cattle shed also in the fields, where I daily go for work and many a times my mother also go with me to help.

My mother is of about 43 years old. As she belong to a farmer family and due to hard work at home and in fields, she is very well built. Though she is bit dark in color but she is very chubby and plump in body. As she is well and tight built, so she does not seems to be fat but plump. Her body weight must be about 75 kg at 5’6′ tall. Her body contours will be about 42-36-40, though I had never got any chance to check her undergarments but she is very big and chubby lady.

I have already told that she is chubby in physique. Her boobs are very big, the size is about 38DD and also her back and buttocks are very fleshy. When she walks, her big buttocks jiggle in her sari and give a very sexy image.

She always wears sari at home and outside. In summer season, she discards the sari and wears only petticoat and blouse at home, which give a very sexy and clear view of her dark but very big boobs and in petticoat her big buttocks are clear to my lusty views. I think in times of summer heat she does not wear panty even, because many a times, while ogling her big body I failed to find her panty outline.

I had been ogling her boobs and sexy and curvy body in blouse secretly at home. I don’t know if she was aware of my ogling or not, but she never gave an indication of having noticed my lusty looks.

Being my father away, has made me “man of the house”. My mother used to tease me by calling “man of the house”, whenever I refused to do some work asked by her.

As I was regularly fucking my girl friends in college and getting ration for my big cock, so I never tried anything with my mother but just used to watch her sexy body which was on free display at home. I was not having any intention to fuck my own mother.

I don’t know about the sex life of my mother, but I thought that she must be masturbating in her bedroom. Now, as about one year has passed for my father to having gone to England and mother must be starving for a real fuck. And the news that father will not be able to come back for another 4 years was really shocking news. Also my mother was physically fit and sexy lady, so I didn’t know how she will be able to handle her sex life.

Since, having got the news of father not coming home, I had noticed that mother was feeling somewhat itchy. She was like a bitch in heat. Many a times I had heard her moans in her bedroom, as she had increased her masturbation sessions.

As these were the very hot summer days, so at home I used to wear only a lungi while keeping upper body naked and mother only petticoat and blouse. Many a times I had noticed her watching my bare chest and bulging muscles in chest and abs. certainly those looks were not of a mother but lusty glances from a sex starved horny lady. Sometimes she used to tease me saying that as my father is not there and I was the “man of the house” so I should take care of “all the duties of a man of house like my father did”.

There was a clear hidden message. I also started feeling the heat and used to joke back in such times saying that she was “lady of the house” so she also should do all the duties as such. To such replies she normally answered in a joking tone,” if you do your side of duty then I am also ready to do my duties.” Such were the pranks we used to call on each other, but still we had not done anything to cross the limit.

Due to sweat her blouse normally became translucent and I have noticed that her bulging boobs were clearly visible from it. Usually she was not wearing a bra underneath so her dark nipples, which were big as grapes and big areola was clearly visible to my ogling and lusty eyes.

I noticed that when I used to leach at her, she had a mischievous smile on her face but she never reprimanded me for that, or gave an indication that she was aware of istanbul escort my ogling. The same way, sometimes when I was having a morning hard on and going to bathroom, she would ogle my hard cock and in the same way I would show as if I had not seen her ogling my hard cock.

I wanted to fuck her and make love to her, but the ice between us was, of a mother son relationship and it was still there and I didn’t know how to melt it. So I was just waiting for the lucky day.

One day the sky was cloudy. We had planted rice in our fields and filled them with water. Mom asked me to go to fields to check if the water is properly filled and no breakage to the mud barriers shielding the water was there, because if the water spills out, we will again have to fill the fields and it will cost much.

I was reluctant to go and wanted to watch some porn on my computer. Mom insisted me to go, and even offered to go along with me to help me in checking the fields.

I agreed to her as it would mean that I will be there in secluded fields with mother and I wanted to spend some time with her.

We both started to fields. Mom was wearing her usual sari and I was wearing my lungi and T shirt.

As our fields were far from the house and village so it took us about ½ hour to reach there. We were having our normal chat on the way. When we reached our rice fields, the sky was overcast with clouds. It seemed that it will start raining anytime. We were not having any umbrella to save us from rain. The only shelter available was our cow shed, but that also was still far on the other side of the fields.

Before we could think anything, suddenly the rain started. We were getting wet. Mother asked me to check the rice fields for water storage. She also started checking the mud boundaries made to stop water from slipping.

We found that on one place the mud guarding the water had broken and water was flowing out with speed. Mother asked me to put mud on the breakage. I put some mud but it was also washed in the speed of water.

Mother asked me to give her the mud and she will put it on breakage. She was bending from waist down and putting mud on breakage. I stood in front of her and was handing her the wet mud to put on breakage. As mother was bending down from waist, so from her blouse, her boobs were bulging our. It was an erotic scene. As her boobs were big in size and due to her bending, I could see right up to her nipples. Her nipples were getting erect and I was enjoying the free show to me.

I was giving her mud and my attention was on her cleavage, which was clearly visible to my lusty eyes. Mother also noticed my eyes fixed on her boobs, but she pretended as if she had not noticed me watching her dangling boobs and kept bending the same way and kept busy. She was moving sideways while putting mud on the sides and with her movements, her boobs were also dangling sideways like a pendulum. It was a very erotica scene and my cock started getting hard.

Rain was getting fast and we both were drenched in rain. As the cow shed was only shelter and far away, so we could not do anything. Both of us were drenched and our clothes had clung to our bodies as if the clothes were pasted on our skin. Her sexy body and boobs were more prominent. As nobody else was there, so I was enjoying the fleshy body of my mother.

Our clothes were wet and hence her black bra was clearly visible. Suddenly the water from a nearby place also started flowing out.

Mother rushed to that place to save water and asked me to hurry and give her the mud to put there. She again bent waist down as before but now the mud was on her back side. So I had to stand behind her and give her the mud. I noticed that due to getting wet, her sari had gone translucent and her black panty was also clearly visible to me.

I was deliberately standing right behind her so that I may watch her big buttocks. Her panty was clearly visible in her wet sari and I was enjoying it like anything. Mother perhaps knew of my lusty eyes glued to her butt but she did not say anything. Suddenly she moved back while putting mud on the broken point and her buttocks touched my hard cock.

I feared that mother will admonish me but she kept bending like before as if nothing has happened. As she was silent so it gave me courage and my cock twitched again and now it was throbbing. Mother’s panty was a small V shape, and it disappeared in her buttocks. From the back side only the upper side of her panty was visible. Otherwise it seemed as if she was not wearing any panty at all. The outlines of her buttocks were clear visible from the wet petticoat.

I was giving her the mud and she was putting it on the broken fence. I was time and again touching my throbbing cock on her butt and ass but she was behaving as if she was totally oblivious to the hard and hot cock poking her butt crack. This was the situation to my advantage and I was taking the maximum benefit izmir escort of it.

After some time, the fence of mud was ok and water was not rushing out. So mother stood straight and looking toward my hard cock, which was by now making a tent in the lungi, asked me to wash our hands of mud and go back to our house.

I washed my hands of the mud on my hands with the water logged in the rice fields. I was thinking as to how to enjoy with her more or to make another move. Then mother also washed her hands with the water in field, and turned to go back to our home.

Just then, as she turned and moved towards our house, she slipped on the muddy and wet fence of the rice field and fell on butt in the muddy water in the field. As the mud fence, to stop the water from spilling out was wet and slippery and it was the only place to move, so mother slipped and fell. She felled on her butt and all her sari and herself was dirty with mud. The mud was there on her sari and on her big buttocks.

She cried out a bit due to the fall and tried to stand up again. I tried to help her and gave her my hand. She was lying in the mud and muddy water. She held my hand and pulling it towards her tried to stand up. But as she was very heavy and plump, so when she pulled my hand for support, she pulled me along and I also fell in the muddy water. Now we both mother and son were fallen in mud and our clothes were pasted with wet mud.

I got up and reaching behind my mother, put my hands below her armpits to support her to stand up. As I put my arms under armpits, and circled them around her waist to help her to stand up, my arms touched her big boobs. As her boobs were very big, so they were resting on my forearms.

Mother felt my arms on her boobs, but didn’t say anything, and taking support of my arms pulling her, she tried to get up. When she tried to get up, she naturally bent a bit forward for balance. And when she got up, and my arms were still encircling her like an embrace from back side, my hard cock touched firmly her buttocks, and due to rubbing of her butts on my cock, my lungi became filled with mud on my cock area.

She stood up, and her all back side ( buttocks) were filled with mud, and also my front side( my cock) was also filled with wet mud, due to touching her back while helping her to get up.

As a reflex action, I tried to rub my hands on her buttocks to remove the mud from her butts. I was trying to sweep away the mud from her butts. Actually I was not trying to rub her buttocks but was only trying to clear the mud from her sari.

Mother felt my hands rubbing on her buttocks, but she didn’t stopped me. Perhaps she was enjoying the touch of a male hand on her big buttocks. I also felt that actually I was rubbing with pressure, my own mother’s buttocks. This sensation increased my lust and I started rubbing her butts more vigorously.

In reciprocation mother also tried to sweep away the mud from my front side, and started clearing the mud from my lungi. My lungi was raised above as my cock was rock hard. But mother didn’t seem to mind it and in the pretext of cleaning my lungi of mud, kept rubbing her hand on my hard cock.

Obviously we both were in heaven. We were enjoying our sex game in the pretext of mud. But naturally we could not keep doing it for long.

Our clothes were totally filled with mud and also drenched with rain, so I asked mother to go to home and get ourselves new and dry clothes. Mother looked toward my tented lungi, which was still muddy and also her own sari in the same condition and pointing toward my lungi ( perhaps my hard cock), said in a husky tone,

“Ramesh! Just look your condition. Do you think we can go to our home through village in such condition. We both seem to have wrestling match in mud.”

I also looked on our condition and said,

“Mom! There is our cattle shed nearby. There is also a room for our servant. He lives there to look after our cattle, but these days he has gone to his native village for some days. There is nobody inside. Let’s go there. There is also a cemented tank of water for cattle, and we can wash our muddy clothes there and also wait for some time for the rain to stop and also our wet clothes may dry up a bit. Then we may go home.”

Mother said,

“Ramesh! You are right. Let’s go to servant quarter and get our clothes cleaned. And by that time the rain may also stop.”

We both went toward servant room near cattle shed. Mother was walking ahead of me, as her wet sari was glued to her body, so her very big buttocks were swaying sideways and giving a sexy scene and making my already hard cock, much more harder every second. I was rubbing my cock through my lungi and walking behind my mother.

We reached inside servant quarter. Mother was standing near me. She was silent and thinking what to say or to do.

We both were feeling horny and knew that, but our mother son relationship and also the izmit escort natural hesitation was there.

After a small pause, I said,

“Mom! You take off your clothes and after washing them in the water in bucket, put them on the cord, to dry them up.’

Mother hesitatingly untied her sari and put in water bucket. I also untied my lungi and also banyan and put in water. I was standing in just my underwear, which was totally wet and my cock was getting more hard and prominent by seeing mother in only petticoat and blouse. My cock was tight and making a big tent in my underwear.

Mother also saw, my raging hard on and a smile came on her lips. She saw my muscular body and my gym sculpted abs. I was looking like a big bull. Mother was watching my almost nude body but there was lust in her eyes instead of pride of a mother.

I was also ogling her body. Pointing toward the mud on her petticoat, I hit an idea and said,

“Mom! See your petticoat is also filled with mud. Also your blouse & petticoat are drenched in rain. So you may take these also off and washing the mud away, put these on cord to clean and dry up.”

Mother could sense the lust in my tone and my ogling eyes. She said in whispering tone,

“Ramesh! Have you gone mad. How can I open my petticoat and blouse in front of you?”

I said, “Mother! What do you say this? I am your son and have tasted your milk thousands of times in childhood. I am your son and your own creation. There is nothing to be shy of your own son. No one is here except we both and also nobody is going to come here, as the servant is gone to his native and there is raining heavily outside. So please don’t be shy and open your clothes. Otherwise you may get cold and your clothes may also not dry up. See I am also standing in just underwear.”

Mother thought something and then hesitantly said,

“Ramesh! It is very odd and shameless to open my petticoat & blouse before you, and also I feel bad as I am so fat and old. I have gained a lot of weight and look so fat and ugly. I myself feel ashamed to look at my own body. How can I open the clothes before you?”

Saying this, mother kept still and silent. I joking and making the atmosphere light, smilingly said,

“Oh mother! What do you say? Who says you are fat. You are so fit and beautiful. I think there is no lady in the village who can compete you in beauty. Even the girls of my college will die to get a sexy body like you.”

In the heat of lust, I called my mother “sexy”. I was fearful, but mother didn’t seemed to mind this word.

She smilingly said,

“Ramesh! It is so nice of you to speak all this, but I know that you are flattering your old and fat mother. Actually you are so handsome. I had never noticed before that you have developed like a bull. See how big your arms and your abs are. You are so handsome. I bet there must be so many girls in your college dying to befriend with you.”

I smilingly said,

“Mom! I don’t like the girls in my college. They all are so thin. Now the trend is changing. Now the boys like the girls who are big and plump and chubby like you. The time had gone when boys lusted skinny girls. But now the boys love only the girls, who have some flesh on them, so that when they love each other, it doesn’t seem that he is caressing a bunch of bones, rather the boys now love big girls like you. So I was not flattering you, but you are actually very beautiful and sexy according to modern likings. You have the body, which the young girls will die for. Anyway we will discuss, my girlfriends later, as it is getting late. Now you open your blouse and petticoat and let your clothes dry.”

Saying this I smiled on her.

Mother shyly opened her blouse and threw it in the water bucket. She was having a protruding big belly and her big boobs were confined in her small black bra. Her bra was small to her big boobs. She must be 38DD minimum, and her boobs were bulging out of her bra. Also her bra was wet and fit, so her boobs and even her big areola was also clearly visible through it. Her nipples were so big, and I could see the outline of them in bra. The nipples must be about 1- 1 ½ inches long and erect. I don’t know whether the nipples were erect due to her feeling chill through wet bra or she was feeling horny, but she looked a goddess of sex.

Automatically a whistle came from my mouth. Mother turned red on hearing it and I also was ashamed. I innocently said to her,

“Mom! I am sorry for whistle, but this is a proof that you are so beautiful. You call yourself fat, but I can bet that if you go in public in modern clothes, you will turn many heads and will kill many passersby with your looks only.”

Mother was naturally shy and said,

“Ramesh! Thank you so much for your compliments but don’t forget that I am your mother and a son is not supposed to say all these words to his mother, also son is not considered to whistle his own mother.”

I replied, “Mom! I am sorry, but you call me “man of the house” , and he has this right to his ” lady of the house”. I am having the position of my father, I should be given all the rights available to him and so I can admire my beautiful ” lady of the house”.”

Mother was shy but she again teasingly said,

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