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“So what? Have you made friends with your new little room yet?” Mistress Veronica asked, playing with the gloves she was holding in her hands.

“Yes my Mistress. A very pleasant place,” replied the scared maidservant.

Mistresses looked at each other and smiled. Slowly, they began to put black leather gloves on their left hands right next to the maidservant kneeling in front of them. They looked down at her, smiling all the time. Maidservant was enjoying the aroma of expensive leather. Mistresses, from time to time, touched her face with their fluttering gloves, which further aroused the maidservant’s excitement.

The room was quiet. Only the gentle sound of putting on two pairs of gloves was heard, intertwined with the delicate sounds of clicking heels of the boots as Mistresses jumped from one foot to the next. Mistress Veronica broke the silence turning to her daughter:

“My gloves put on tightly, and yours?”

“Mine too … they are closely matched … but I like them,” said Mistress Isabelle, stretching hers.

“Me too. That’s what I meant when I bought them yesterday in the shopping gallery. I like it when the glove tightly fits to my hand. It shouldn’t be too loose, because then it hangs sloppy,” said Mistress Veronica, stretching it.

“But you know, tight gloves mean that you need to put them on longer and more accurately on your hands so that they fit well. However, it takes some time,” said Mistress Isabelle, putting the right one on her hand.

“Yes, they have to be put on longer,” Mistress Veronica confirmed, doing the same actions as her daughter, “But who would care, my dear, after all we have so much time and nothing is chasing us.”

“You’re right, mom,” said Mistress Isabelle, admiring her palms. “It’s about time for our maidservant to ask her Mistresses to have a little fun and slap her face. After all, that’s why we met here. What do you think, mom?”

“Yes, because I can see that she is probably getting bored. And there is nothing worse than a bored maidservant without any chores. Maidservant cannot be bored, she has to do obediently her chores all the time.”

“Come on, ask your Mistresses to have some fun and slap your face. Just ask nicely and make an effort and say something more than just the word “please”, show that even a maidservant can be a little intelligent,” Mistress Isabelle ordered, grabbing and pulling the maidservant’s hair.

“Yes, but only a little, because intelligence is reserved for real Ladies like us.”

Mistresses laughed, then remaining smiling, leaned gloved hands on their sides on their waist and waited, gently clicking the soles of their boots on the floor as if showing their impatience.

“Well … maidservant … what are you still waiting for, huh? … your Mistresses are starting to get impatient a little.” Mistress Veronica said in a clearly commanding tone.

Maidservant, kneeling in front of her Mistresses, looked down at the booted feet of her Ladies and began her short speech.

“My dearest Mistresses … I would like to apologize to you for my behavior today that … sometimes you had to get angry at me … Please my Mistresses, as part of my penance, make have fun and slap my face hard.”

This speech was followed by a moment of silence that was broken by Mistress Isabelle.

“You must have forgotten something,” she said to the maidservant, putting gloved palms under her face, ready to kiss them.

Maidservant wanted to take the beautiful palms of her Mistress in her hands when suddenly she got her fingers smashed by her Mistress.

“Get your hands off my palms. Yet I didn’t let you touch them. You allow yourself too much. Your ugly paws will never experience the pleasure of touching this wonderful leather. You only have to gently kiss my fingertips so as not to get them dirty.”

“Honestly, I don’t know if even kissing is too much a privilege for her, honey,” Mistress Veronica interjected.

“Why do you think so, mom?”

“She can stain our beautiful expensive gloves with her saliva.”

“Don’t worry, Mom. She won’t do it. She knows that it is not worth for her. Believe me, it is not worth for her.”

“Not worth?”

“Yes. In the past it happened once when she asked for a faceslapping and stained my gloves with her saliva, then she got her face slapped very hard. She knows that she can’t even kiss them. If I order her to kiss my hands, I mean such an almost contactless peck.”

“Oh, you calmed me down, baby. So I can be calm about my gloves,” Mistress Veronica sighed admiring her palms.

“Relax, mom, don’t worry.”

Then both Mistresses put all their palms to the maidservant’s face so that she “kissed” them. Maidservant, according to the Mistress Isabelle guidelines, pecked every palm almost without touch four times, thanking four times and saying “thank you Mistress”.

Mistresses looked at each other first, and then, smiling, looked at the maidservant from above. Mistress Isabelle stretched her right glove a few more times, then grabbed the maidservant’s chin, squeezing her cheeks Uzun porno tightly and raising her head up.

“You’re lucky today that your Mistresses are in a good mood because we celebrate my birthday,” said Mistress Isabelle, starting to slap the maidservant’s face with her gloved hands.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!!

“So your Mistresses will be kind to you today …

SLAP! SLAP!!

“And they won’t slap your face too much for punishment …

SLAP! SLAP!!

“And they’ll just have a little fun …

SLAP!!

“And they only will stroke your cheeks,” Mistress Isabelle finished, but she continued to increase her faceslapping strength.

SLAP!!

“Yes, I agree with you my love,” added Mistress Veronica, also stretching her gloves and joining the maidservant’s faceslapping.

SLAP!!

“Her Mistresses will get her used to their fun slowly …

SLAP! SLAP!!

“They will have a lot of time for their fun …

SLAP!!

“So they don’t have to hurry …

SLAP!!

“And all the more unnecessary effort.”

SLAP!!

“Yes, especially since her Mistresses are Ladies,” added Mistress Isabelle.

SLAP! SLAP!!

“And Ladies slap face gracefully and with charm, but effectively make the maidservant feel both physical and mental pain,” added Mistress Veronica.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!!

Over the next few minutes, the maidservant’s faceslapping sound was heard, combined with the mocking laughter of her arrogant Mistresses and the clicking of their boots as they moved and changed their positions as they slapped her face.

Mistress Veronica, although she slapped face for the first time, did it very professionally. She behaved as if she were an experienced dominatrix. She knew what force to hit, at what angle. She knew how to set the face of the maidservant properly so that it had the right effect. She knew when to raise the maidservant chin and look into her eyes smiling.

After a few minutes of continuous faceslapping, which made the maidservant tears, smiling and happy with their result, Mistresses stopped for a moment, wanting to see the effect of their fun.

Mistresses stretched their gloves, then grabbed the maidservant’s hair, gripped it firmly, and began to watch the faceslapping effect by shaking the maidservant’s head once to the left once to the right.

“Hmm, you know my dear, I didn’t know that such the ugly face after a few faceslaps could be so red, the more so because after all we didn’t slap her hard at all, right? We are very delicate and sensitive women,” said Mistress Veronica. “I have to tell you I’m impressed with our work, and you?”

“I fully agree with you, mom. As you can see, we don’t need much effort, and we can relax not bad and relieve our stress and emotions. I wonder what our maidservant thinks about it. Maybe she would present us her impressions after your debut. You would have to ask her and you can still have some fun. I will be happy to look at the side and not disturb you.”

“Well, basically, I’m curious about her opinion myself. I hope she will praise me, because if she doesn’t, she’ll get her face slapped hard. Anyway, she will get her face slapped,” said Mistress Veronica, amused, and then directly addressed maidservant and raising her chin slightly upwards, “So? How did you like faceslapping?”

SLAP!!

“Thank you, Mistress, I loved it,” replied the maidservant in a sobbing voice.

“I hope I didn’t slap your face too much, huh?”

SLAP! SLAP!!

“No, my Mistress.”

“You probably enjoyed it, right?”

SLAP!!

“Yes, my Mistress.”

“And you can’t wait for your Mistress to slap your face again, right?”

SLAP! SLAP!!

“Yes, my Mistress.”

“And you won’t be able to wait when you enjoy it again, right?”

SLAP! SLAP!!

” Yes, my Mistress.”

Mistress Veronica turned for a moment towards her daughter and smiling at her and stretching her gloves asked her:

“So how am I doing, honey? Okay?”

“You look amazing, mom. I see you are escalating. I don’t recognize you. How much dominant energy is in you. You are slowly beginning to be like me. I would like to swap places with you at least for a moment, because I’m slowly starting to envy you.”

“Thanks, honey. But no … I won’t swap with you now. I won’t deny myself the pleasure of slapping her face.”

Mistress Veronica then turned back to the maidservant.

“Where were we? Remind your Mistress what you recently told her!”

SLAP! SLAP!!

“I said … I can’t wait … when I feel good again … when you slap my face, my Mistress.”

“Ah yes…

SLAP!!

“Indeed, I have already remembered …

SLAP!!

“But you know that for a moment of pleasure you have to deserve, right?”

SLAP! SLAP!!

“Yes, my Mistress.”

“You know that for a moment of pleasure you have to deserve by doing obediently your chores for your Mistresses, right?”

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!!

“Yes, my Mistress.”

“You know you’re here Öğrenci porno to do obediently your chores for your Mistresses, right?”

SLAP! SLAP!!

“Yes, my Mistress.”

“Chores first, then pleasure, right?”

SLAP!!

“Yes my Mistress.”

“It may be time for you to show your Mistresses how a real maidservant should work, huh?”

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!!

“Yes, my Mistress.”

“And then, after hard work, you’ll have a bit of pleasure. Would you like it, right?”

SLAP! SLAP!!

“Yes my Mistress.”

“And then, after hard work, your Mistresses will repay you. You would like them to repay you, right?”

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!!

“Yes my Mistress.”

“And how are your Mistresses repaying you?”

SLAP! SLAP!!

“By slapping my face.”

“I did not hear.”

SLAP!!

“By slapping my face.”

“By slapping my face and what?”

SLAP!!

“By slapping my face, my Mistress.”

“Yes”

SLAP!!

“Honey, what do you think about this?” Mistress Veronica turned to her daughter, “I think it’s time for our maidservant to show us how she can work, right? And then maybe we’ll have fun again and slap her face, as she deserves.”

“By saying as she deserves did you mean punishment or reward?”

“Is it important? For her it is all the same, and for us, it is important that we have fun.”

Mistresses laughed.

“I think so,” Mistress Isabelle continued, “That it’s time to check our maidservant. But maybe we’ll forgive her further faceslapping and this whole ceremony of kissing our palms as part of her thanks. Let’s get to the point right away. If we want her hire, she should show off her skills in front of her Mistresses. It may turn out to be unsuitable for this job and we will have to fire her.”

Mistresses laughed.

“I think there probably won’t be a need to fire her,” said Mistress Veronica. “I believe in her abilities. Anyway, think honey, where can we find such a maidservant working for free. Do you know how much I had to get tired to persuade her to work with us?”

“I know, mom. I was just joking. Of course, I would never get rid of such a maidservant. I have to add: where now such a maidservant looking for a job will find such good and forgiving Mistresses like us.”

“Maidservant, you had time to look around this room when we went upstairs for our gloves. So, did you look around?” Mistress Veronica asked.

“Yes, my Mistress.”

“And? Do you have everything you need for work here? Or maybe you still lack something, huh? We have tried to provide you with all the necessary things.”

“Basically … everything is here, my Mistress, but …”

“But?”

“Well, because as I looked around the room … I didn’t notice any mop anywhere … I don’t know what I will wash the floors with …”

Mistresses burst out laughing.

“You heard my dear,” Mistress Veronica turned to her daughter, “Our newly hired maidservant has a problem because she has no tool to wash the floors. Something unbelievable! Did you hear that?”

“It looks like we’ll have to help find a tool for her.”

Mistresses began looking around the room. Suddenly Mistress Veronica turned to the maidservant, waving her black-gloved hand nonchalantly toward the other end of the room:

“Look, I think there is the mop you are looking for. Can you see it?”

Mistress Veronica looked at her daughter knowingly, smiling at her. She reciprocated with her, realizing what her mother meant.

“I’m sorry … to be honest … I can’t see it,” the maidservant replied shyly.

Mistresses laughed.

“Come there to the end of the room, you’ll see it,” Mistress Veronica said in a warm voice, pointing again with her black gloved finger to the other end of the room. “Or not! Stay here on your knees! You won’t find it anyway. I’ll bring it to you myself.”

“But mother!” said Mistress Isabelle, surprised. “You will get your gloves dirty with this dirty thing. You’re the Lady.”

“Relax, honey. I’m not going to dirty my beautiful hands at all. I’ll show you what I mean in a moment. You will definitely like my idea.”

Mistress Veronica walked proudly to the other end of the room, clicking with her boots loudly. She came to the place where three dirty rags lay that were not washed away from dirt, probably after the last cleaning. Mistress Veronica, not bending at all for a rag, with her foot in the boot slotted one of them and began to slide it as if kicking her foot on the floor approaching the maidservant.

“Well done, Mom,” Mistress Isabelle praised her mother, clapping her gloved palms gently, “I didn’t expect you to solve it this way. I’m impressed.”

Mistress Veronica finally approached the maidservant with the rag transported by means of her foot and turned to her:

“This is your mop that you will use to clean the floors in our house! Okay?”

Maidservant, still in a slight shock, said nothing, which irritated Mistress Isabelle a little.

“Answer as your Mistress asks you. What, don’t you like the mop?”

“I like it… I don’t mind,” replied the scared maidservant.

Mistresses laughed.

Mistress Veronica touched the maidservant’s head, pushing her gently down.

“Somehow you didn’t convince me that you liked this mop. I would like you to make sure it is okay. Therefore, lean more and take a closer look. You can even sit down. I let you do it.”

Maidservant sat down in a kneeling position and with some resistance began to bend her head get close to the dirty rag lying on the floor, which Mistresses considered as mop.

Mistress Veronica, seeing resistance from the maidservant, raised her tight white skirt slightly up halfway down her thighs, exposing her legs more and crouched next to the maidservant, clutching her leather palm in the maidservant’s hair.

“Come on. Feel free. Get close to this rag. Smell its aroma.”

Maidservant was still resisting. She looked towards Mistress, who was crouching beside her. Maidservant’s eyes appeared the view of her Mistress’s beautiful legs in stockings and black lace panties.

Mistress, seeing that she was being watched, only smiled, squeezed her hand more tightly in her maidservant’s hair, and put her head firmly against the dirty rag lying on the floor.

“Don’t look at my legs like that because it’s not a sight for you, just savor the taste of your new work tool you missed so much,” said Mistress Veronica, then she turned to her daughter, “Honey, help me tame this stubborn, eh? Because you can see that she resists.”

“With pleasure, Mother. I even have an idea.”

Mistress Isabelle came closer to the maidservant’s head pressed against the floor with Mistress Veronica’s hand. She set her booted legs on both sides of the maidservant’s head just next to her cheeks. She began, using her booted legs, to move the protruding ends of the rag towards the face of the maidservant and press it against her cheeks, while Mistress Veronica was constantly pressing her gloved hand with the maidservant’s head against the dirty rag on the floor.

Maidservant could hear the mocking laughter of her Mistresses above her. She also felt like Mistress Isabelle gently kicking her cheeks with the pointy toes of her boots as she pressed the ends of the rag to her cheeks. From time to time, the maidservant also felt the soles of the Mistress Isabelle’s boots on her cheeks, tightening a dirty rag.

Mistresses sneered at their maidservant having fun at the same time. After a while Mistress Veronica raised her maidservant head up and looked into her face smiling.

“So? How’s your new work tool? Are you happy with it? Have we convinced you finally?”

“Yes, my Mistress.”

Mistress Veronica got up from crouching and ordered the maidservant, adjusting her skirt, lowering it down to her knees.

“Then take this rag once more in your teeth and keep it by the floor, and your Mistresses will go to bring you two more extra. It’s for the future if you run out of tools. You know, more rags certainly does not hurt.”

Mistresses laughed and clicking with their boots loudly went to the other end of the room for rags. Meanwhile, the maidservant leaned over again to hug her face against a dirty rag as instructed by Mistress Veronica.

Mistresses came to the lying rags and began, as Mistress Veronica had previously done, sliding them across the floor with short kicks, accompanied by the chaotic loud clicking of their boots and mocking laughs. Mistresses approached the maidservant with rags and began stuffing them at her, gently kicking her cheeks and pressing them firmly with their soles.

“Oh, yes … one more rag,” whispered the excited Mistress Isabelle.

After a few minutes of fun, Mistresses took a step back from the maidservant’s head and began to mock her, looking down at her.

“Beautiful view, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Mom. You know, I haven’t played like this for a long time.”

“I am very glad. Today is your birthday. Do you like the gift I prepared for you a bit?”

“You don’t even know how much. Thanks mom.”

“Come, give me a little hug.”

Mistresses embraced each other and kissed their cheeks. Then, hugging each other all the time, they looked down at the maidservant again.

“Okay, no more fun,” said Mistress Veronica, “Take these rags. There you have a bucket and lotions to wash and go scrub the floors right now. You will start from the corridor and then the rest of the rooms. You will take hot water from the laundry, there is a tap. Do not take from bathrooms, so as not to soil or damage expensive items that are there. Is that understood? “

“Yes my Mistress.”

“Good. We’re going to the living room to have a coffee, eat some birthday cake and relax a bit. And you, get to work, now.”

Mistresses smiled and clicking with their boots loudly left the room leaving the maidservant alone.

Maidservant took all the cleaning things with her and went to clean the floors. According to the order, she started from the corridor, which was quite large, so it took her a long time. She washed the floor kneeling all the time. From the living room, which was an open room for the whole house, she could hear conversations and laughter of resting Mistresses. She also heard the clicking of their boots.

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This is the third episode in the fictional series on Jeremy’s awakening. Kim is doing everything in her power in an accelerated manner to evolve him into an experienced sexual partner. The elements of this chapter will not be fully appreciated or understood if you have not read the previous chapters. There is a reason for how these events are unfolding and all will be made clear in the final chapter (which is expected to be my next submission). Please be patient and know that I too am evolving with this endeavor. This is my very first work of erotic fiction.

Thank you for taking time to read my story. Enjoy!

Jeremy was in shock after viewing the DVD. He didn’t know what to think or how to react. It was his understanding that the sexual research with Kim was implied to be only solo encounters between the two of them. Never did he envision or expect what had been conjured up for this second session. The whole thing affected him in so many ways. His emotions were scrambled and any attempts by him in sorting them out proved to be an insurmountable task given his novice level of social and sexual expertise. He simply just could not get his head wrapped around the concept of having multiple sexual partners at this point.

Kim recognized from the very beginning that her approach would be radical and perhaps even foreign to Jeremy. It was a risk she was willing to take. She knew his powers of reason would ultimately be challenged with the battles that would rage in his mind. She was counting on it. But, she was not without compassion. Kim wanted to help Jeremy realize his full potential as a person with deep sexual passions, who unfortunately had had these passions repressed, not by his own choice, but from some pretty cruel maltreatment by his peers in his youth and young adult years. Her approach was comparable to “shock” treatments. Except, she was not going to leave him in shock. She had planned to contact him late in the evening (after he was to have viewed the DVD) on the day after their second session with the intent of easing his mind through some “decompression therapy.”

In the primal regions of Jeremy’s mind he was in fact swimming on a sexual high that bordered on the insatiable lusts of an addict. The massive level of endorphins that had been released from his pleasure center began to overshadow all rational thoughts of “foul play” from what on the surface to him seemed to be a “bait and switch” experience last night. These new feelings had a powerful hold on him that transcended beyond any form of reason. The homunculus that used to be such an ordered entity in him was now developing exaggerated appendages like a fast growing cancer with tentacles that reached into all of the sensory regions of his body; and most particularly into his cock. Seeing those sexy young girls on the DVD ravage and devour his tool in so many ways was triggering an avalanche of cascading desires. Insatiable and unquenchable defined the state his cock. He wanted to have more! He needed to have more!

“What the hell had she unleashed in me?” He thought. Just as he began to sink into despair, Jeremy’s phone buzzed with a tweet informing him of a received text message.

“Hi my Lover.” Kim had texted him. “I’ve sent you an e-mail. Please baby, read it tonight.”

“An e-mail?” Jeremy couldn’t see how that would help his conundrum. But, his interests were peaked from the techniques Kim had been employing on him. “So,” he thought, “it wouldn’t hurt to see just what the hell she was up to now!”

He opened up his mail account to find the following message from Kim:

My Dearest Jeremy,

I’m sure that by now you have viewed the DVD I left for you. Undoubtedly, you are most likely in a state of shock about what actually happened last night. Please, please remember my goal in this research is manifold and complex. At this point I do not expect for you to fully understand or accept last night, but I will try to ease your mind by giving you some explanations and background from my side of things.

First, let me introduce you to the three lovely ladies that were my assistants:

Julie: She’s the brunette with the tattoo of a little windmill just above her ass crack. She’s 19 years old and comes from a rural Nebraska farming community. I’ll explain the tattoo another time.

Amber: She has the short cropped red hair and pierced nipple rings. She’s 18 years old and from Los Angeles.

Kara: The Platinum blonde. You may not be able to see on the DVD, but she has a small clit ring. She is 18 years old and from Las Vegas.

You will notice that every one of these fine young ladies, from their tits to their toes, have body types very similar to mine, plus their pussies were all shaved just as mine is. That was my doing. I needed girls that wouldn’t give away the fact that they were standing in for me as they worked you over. I hope you didn’t mind their doing that. So, you can understand then why they needed to be physically like my body.

I know each of these young ladies personally.

Prior Avrupalı porno to entering my advanced studies, while at my undergraduate school nearby, I worked part time as an exotic dancer. The girls on the DVD are from the club where I used to work. Two weeks ago, I put the word out to all my associates at the club that I needed 3 volunteers to assist me in a research project. Of course, I fully explained to them the exact nature of my research and what I needed them to do. It didn’t take much convincing before I had a large group of girls pleading with me to step up for the task, especially when I had presented to them the pics of your magnificent cock that I took at our first session!

Anyway, I finally selected three girls whom were the cream of the crop. They were only too happy to take turns in pleasuring you. I explained to them how it would all work. That they would start out slow and then work up to longer and more passionate stimuli; eventually giving you the two orgasms I promised you. It was kind of like a game for them. Each had equal time in taking turns with you. The game was similar to “Russian Roulette.” Only you would be the ultimate determiner as to which of them would be the lucky recipient of your “magic bullet” by having your loaded gun blast cum down their throat or cream into their pussy. As you can see on the DVD, Julie was the winner of the cum swallowing contest, and Amber got the walls of her pussy spray painted when your cock finally blasted away inside of her.

Now that you know them, they would love to have you really know them much better. I will not force you, but to give you a hint of the plan for our final session, Julie, Amber and Kara would each be the lucky recipient of one of the three orgasms planned for our third and final encounter. I do not want to spoil the build up to that encounter, so that’s all the details I can give you now.

If you still feel “up” to continuing this research, then a simple “YES” in response to this e-mail is all that is needed. Please, say nothing more than that at this time. We certainly will have all the time you feel you need or desire to debrief any aspect of this project after it is concluded. Any dialog at this point would be counterproductive to the research goals. If you respond in the affirmative, then the restrictions on further communications and your pleasuring yourself will still apply.

You will need to let me know within the next 24 hours.

Until then.

Love You, Kim.

Jeremy’s head was spinning. There was a war raging between his cognitive and cock-native thinking. So much to digest. So very much to decide. It was obvious that his cock was winning the argument. He seemed almost incapable to resist the chance at having another session with these stunning beauties. Kim’s proposal was titillating in every way.

“Double Damn!” He thought. “There’s no way anyone with one eye and half a brain would pass up a FUCK FEST like this!”

Jeremy reacted quickly and reflexively. He opened up his computer browser and typed the following e-mail response to Kim:

Kim,

YES, YES, YESSSSSSSSS!

Love, Jeremy

After closing his browser, Jeremy knew there was one more thing he absolutely must do before going to sleep. Tomorrow was another day that was given him to pleasure himself. No way was he going to miss out on that cock workout each and every day before their next encounter, especially while having the enjoyment of viewing that smoking hot DVD of those delectable sensual young ladies sucking and fucking him again, and again, and again! He put a discrete note on his phone day-planner as a conspicuous personal reminder to make special time each night just for doing that.

Jeremy then reflected on Kim’s reveal about the third research session. His mind was bustling with thoughts as he knew she had only given him a taste of what actually would happen. He wondered what would be on “The Menu” this time. Since her objectives from these last two encounters appeared to be a pattern of acceleration in the diversity and intensity of his sexual experiences, Jeremy got the distinct impression that this last session would be an event on such a grand scale that he would under no circumstances ever forget it. He had a fitful slumber all that night as countless scenarios with those delectable young girls spun through his head like sporadic jolts of electricity. His brain synapses were working on overtime forming new and vigorous pathways throughout his pleasure center. There was one constant with all this turmoil; the smile that seemed to be involuntarily and perpetually on his face from the anticipation of the licentious things to CUM!

Kim and the girls worked out the details of their plan over the next two weeks. It was all so very exciting for each of them as they looked forward to putting their strategy in “Motion.” Their goal for this concluding session was to give Jeremy the very best of their talents both individually and collectively.

Jeremy watched Video porno the DVD without fail every night. He ogled at how sexy each of the three girls were. It was as if he were a participant in the most erotic and magical dream ever. As he viewed what each of them had done to his cock, he had to pinch himself while watching just to ensure it wasn’t all some erogenous fantasy. There was plenty for him to salivate over.

He examined and re-examined every aspect of the three girls. Their pussies were all petite and hairless as Kim’s. He knew from the wonderful experience of having had the most delightful strawberry meal of Kim’s luscious little lips, that their hairless and silky cunts would be a king’s feast for sure. He also noticed each of them had smallish and pert titties that he longed to feel and suck. Their bodies were all similar to Kim’s in that they looked so very young. The three of them could easily get student discounted tickets at the movies if they had faked High School ID’s. It was a magnificent banquet of tender flesh!

Jeremy also observed that their bodies were unique in subtle ways too.

He noticed that Kara did indeed have a cute little black clit ring, and that her pussy mound was fuller than the others due to her larger outer lips. Her overall skin tone was much lighter than the rest of the girls and her dark chocolate areolas made for a striking contrast to her lighter color. Her platinum blonde hair was super straight and cut even to just below her jaw line. There was precision also in the cut of her bangs as they fell evenly across the upper border of her eyebrows.

Amber must have been a natural redhead because she had just a touch of the classic smattering of freckles on her cheeks (face and ass). Her pussy lips were bright pink as were her nipples. The silver rings in her nipples were intriguing to Jeremy. He wondered what it would be like to suck and nibble on them. Her hair was cropped in a short butch style; yet it was still a fiery red color even with its shortness.

Julie’s brunette hair was somewhat curly and full. She kept it shoulder length and the way that it framed her impish face gave her a dreamy country girl look. The windmill tattoo just above her ass crack seemed appropriate to her Nebraska roots. Jeremy still couldn’t fathom what its underlying connotation was, as alluded to, but unexplained by Kim in her email. “Another intrigue yet to be discovered,” he thought.

Jeremy was primed and ready as ever for their third session. Especially when it no longer was a secret to him who his pleasure givers would be. The days were not going fast enough. Even with daily masturbation, the relief to his wanton desires was minimal at best. His cock ached all day, every day. His mind had one tract only, and that was to lick, suck and fuck these girls nonstop until he passed out from exhaustion, and then do it all over again!

Kim’s methods were working as she had intended. She wanted to awaken the sleeping giant between his legs. It was now definitely wide awake, on steroids (testosterone mostly, mixed with epinephrine when in close quarters with female flesh) and insatiable with desire.

After a couple of weeks of torturous anticipation, Jeremy finally received the following e-mail from Kim:

Dearest Jeremy,

The time has come for us to get together again! I am so excited, I hope you are too. The girls and I have made great efforts to prepare for this final session to ensure that it will be well worth the wait you have endured. I am pleased that you responded in the affirmative for our research to continue and be majestically culminated as I hoped it would. I trust that you have been good in keeping to the conditions of only pleasuring yourself once each day. I’m sure by now you have probably worn out your DVD player! Lol.

It will be necessary for you to clear your schedule this Thursday for the entire day. You will need to be ready at 10 am that morning. I know that’s pretty short notice with today being Monday, but It’s the only day that will work for all of us.

There is an additional restriction you will need to comply with so that we may obtain the optimal result for this last event. That is: You must refrain from any form of masturbation for two days prior to the date of the planned session. This means no more touching yourself starting tomorrow! I know this will prove to be quite a challenge. But trust me; it will serve to multiply your pleasure immensely.

Also, please do as before and thoroughly bathe and groom yourself just prior to the planned meeting time. This includes touching up any shaving of your private parts so that they will be silky smooth for all of us to enjoy. Dress in some casual sweats and sandals. No underclothing allowed. Leave your door unlocked and just have a seat in your recliner as you wait for me.

That’s all for now! See you Thursday morning!

Love You, Kim

Jeremy reflected on the peculiar fact that for their meeting to be on a Thursday and for what appeared like it might be an all-day event, that the activities they had planned must be something very unusual. The suspense was almost unbearable.

He made a mental note to himself to ensure that his last jerk-off tonight would be a slow and deliberate process. He wanted to savor this last time and try to make it something that would keep him from going crazy for the next two abstaining days. Kim was in fact partially correct; over the past few weeks he was amazed that his DVD player and remote control hadn’t been worn out from all the playing, pausing and reversing commands he had made while watching the scorching sucking and fucking exploits directed to his cock.

Jeremy was wishing it was Thursday already. “Damn.” He hated the wait.

Two agonizing days later and he was up at the crack of dawn. No alarm clock needed! Jeremy spent several hours smooth shaving, bathing, and completing all of his other bathroom duties. Then, dressing in sweat pants and t-shirt, eating a light breakfast (nerves), and finally settling into a fidgety 30 minute recline on his chair.

Right on time at around 10 am, Kim walked through his door. He was set back when he saw that she was slovenly dressed in old sweat clothes. No sexy outfit today?

“HHmmmm?” Jeremy wondered why the seemingly reversal in her attire.

“Hi Lover!” Kim chirped with a cunning grin on her face.

“It’s that time! Now remember our restrictions about your complete and unwavering obedience and nonverbal communications unless specifically asked a question.” She asserted. “All of that begins now!”

“So, are you ready?” She queried.

“Yes Mam!” Jeremy snapped back with abundant enthusiasm in his voice.

“Okay!” Kim then directed: “We are going for a little ride in my car for about 40 minutes, so put your sandals on, get your keys and lock the door on our way out.”

Jeremy soared out of his chair and grabbed his keys in response; making a bee-line for the door.

“Let’s hit it Mister!” she barked as they walked quickly to her car.

Kim got in the driver’s seat and Jeremy understood he was to be the cargo as he got in on the passenger side. Once they were in and buckled up, Kim gave him further instructions.

“Open the glove box.”

He did.

“In there you will see our favorite prop that you have CUM to know well.”

Right away Jeremy spotted his familiar and trusty blindfold.

“Recline your seat all the way back as if you were attempting to take a little nap, then put on the blindfold.” She decreed, and he quickly complied. “Make sure it’s secured on tight so that you can’t peek out anywhere!”

Kim was enjoying every minute of this. She recognized that the mind games with Jeremy were just beginning and that there were considerably more in store. If he only knew! As the day played out, he would eventually know. Kim could hardly contain her enthusiasm.

Kim began driving.

As soon as the car started rolling, Jeremy heard music come on the car’s sound system at a volume level ample enough to drown out most of the car and road noises. That wasn’t what bothered him. The killer was that it was bland elevator type music. “YUCK!” he thought. “What the Fuck is up with this crap?”

Kim on the other hand knew her attire and the music would seriously frustrate him. The purpose was to make it so that when the fun really began, its contrast to the present doldrums would drive a home run out of the park with his sensory systems. She was all about the bottom line; what the final outcome would or was desired to be, that was her focus.

The music was so “uninteresting” that Jeremy did actually nod off within the first ten minutes of the drive. The next thing he remembered was Kim poking his arm to wake him up.

“Hmmm, Whaaat?” He mumbled as he stirred from his boredom induced slumber.

“We are at our destination, so it’s time to wake up sleepy-head.” Kim informed him.

“Leave the blindfold on for now. I will help you out of the car and to our next location” She did just that; leading Jeremy into the doorway of a building. “Take my arm and walk slowly. I don’t want you to trip and fall.” With that she directed him through a few corridors and eventually into a large room. Kim sat him down into a plush office type chair that rolled easily on castors but it was without any arm rests.

“Let your arms hang down!” She ordered.

Jeremy felt the familiar clinking of handcuffs being placed on each of his hands. A rope was placed running under the chair seat securing the two sets of cuffs to each other. Jeremy was all too acquainted with this form of restraint. The next thing he felt were several sets of hands tugging on his sweat pants. The pants were slowly inched down and then finally removed leaving him naked from the waist down. He heard several muted “Ooooh’s and Ahhhhh’s” as his semi-rigid cock was apparently being scrutinized when it came free from under his clothing.

The chair was then moved a little distance to relocate him. He felt something solid come into contact across his chest. It remained there giving only light pressure to his body. This was intriguing. He wanted to know where he was and why all the stealthy maneuvers to bring him here.

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Trish, Diane and I fucked our little hearts out. I soon had Trish’s tight pussy stretched slightly so it didn’t chafe my cock quite so much. Either Diane or I licking her sweet pussy and getting her juices flowing helped also. With my beautiful wife watching, or participating I managed to fuck our beautiful neighbor in almost all the positions possible. I also loved to watch the two make love. They bought several toys and used them to make love to each other. I watched, or used the camcorder to photograph the two. We made some very interesting tapes.

Then finally it happened. Diane invited Joanne down for a week. Joanne accepted the invitation as her husband was going to take the kids to Disneyland, somewhere Joanne didn’t really want to go. Trish, Diane and I sat up several nights talking about Joanne and how to bring Trish into the lovemaking, as well as yours truly.

Diane and I picked up Joanne at the airport. We hugged, and I gave her a brief brotherly kiss on the lips. Her body pressed briefly against mine and I felt her firm breasts against my chest. That made my manhood twitch. Her hips didn’t make contact with mine. Diane got just a little longer kiss from her. Their bodies press full length against each other. I saw Diane’s jaw drop just slightly and knew her tongue had slipped out to caress Joanne’s lips fleetingly. I would have never noticed that before. She was lovely as always. She had lost a little weight since the last time I’d seen her. She’s tall and slender, with small pointed breasts. She was wearing a dress that accentuated her slender build, and was low cut enough to expose the slopes of her breasts. Tasteful, and tasty, I noted.

She had Diane and I both getting excited, just having her between us in the car. We got tantalizing glimpses of her small perfect breasts as she talked and moved her arms talking. Her dress rode up a little exposing her long shapely legs. My cock got annoyingly stiff, and I couldn’t adjust it with her beside me. If she noticed our arousal, she gave no indication. Diane’s hand stroked the skin of her bare neck. I think that got her a little excited. She laid her hand on Diane’s thigh and moved it slightly from time to time as she talked. Nothing overt between two women, if you didn’t know they had been intimate together.

We made her comfortable in the guest bedroom, and Diane helped her unpack. I left the two together and went down the hall, to our bedroom. The two TV sets were already on and I quickly changed the channels. I had bought two of the new tiny TV cameras and placed one hidden in the spine of a book in the shelf looking slightly down on the bed from the side. The other was in the lamp over the bed looking straight down. Now in beautiful color, Diane and Joanne stood hugging each other and kissing.

“God, I’ve missed you.” Joanne sighed. I could even hear them kissing softly, and the rustle of clothes. Damn the camera and sound system was good.

“Oh me too, you lovely woman.” Diane cooed. “Your body feels so good against me. You drove me crazy in the car. I wanted your hand in my pussy. I wanted to put my hand into your dress and touch your beautiful breasts. Now I can. Oh, your skin is so soft and smooth. Your nipple is hard as can be. I want to kiss it.”

“Won’t Don hear us?” Joanne asked hesitantly.

“No, he’s probably wrapped up watching some dumb TV show. Besides, I locked the door. He doesn’t suspect a thing. I’m just your loving sister-in-law, helping you unpack your things.”

“I want to take a quick shower. I feel grungy from the trip. I want my pussy to be clean and fresh when you slip that talented tongue of yours in it. I’ll only be a minute.” Joanne said taking off her blouse.

Diane took off her blouse and laid it on the bed. “Hurry Darling, I’m going to get undressed and wait for you naked. Maybe that will hurry your shower up! But wash your sweet pussy and ass good. I want to really eat you. I’ll be right here stroking my clit and getting it ready for you.” She undressed slowly, doing a little strip tease for me, holding her breasts and offering them to me as I watched. She lay on the bed naked and spread her thighs wide. She really did stroke her clit slowly. She closed her eyes and was really getting with it, when Joanne came into the room brethtakingly naked.

God, she was beautiful. The years had added to her beauty. She was now a mature woman, with a gorgeous figure. She stood and looked at Diane then fondled her breasts and pulled at her nipples hardening them. “It’s been so long since we’ve made love. My breasts have swollen just thinking about it. My clit has been tingling all day. My panties were simply drenched. I’m surprised that my dress wasn’t wet in back. I almost came in the shower washing my pussy and ass. My clit is hard as can be. Did you miss me, Diane?” Her breasts were magnificent, small perfectly shaped rounded cones, the areolas very puffy and swollen. They looked like 16-year-olds breasts with no sag at all. The nipples seemed to stick out a half inch. Her Uzun porno belly was rounded, and below she had trimmed her bush to a neat perfect heart above her pussy. Below she was clean-shaven. Her thighs are long and shapely. She leaned over the bed and kissed Diane’s stomach, then got into bed with her. They rolled together, thighs and legs twining.

“Are you sure Don won’t come in here?” Joanne asked again.

“Positive, I locked the door.” Diane said kissing her. She had locked the door, but I wasn’t about to come in anyway. I could watch them on the TV, beside that, I had a VCR taping each camera.

For the next half-hour I watched the two beautiful women make passionate love. I sat and slowly stroked my cock while I watched. Damn they were really going after each other. I resisted the temptation to cum. I wanted to save myself for later. They were relatively quiet in lovemaking as I was in the house, but their moans and sobs came out loud and clear over the TV. I could ever near the little sucking sounds their lips made, and the squishing sounds as fingers slid in and out of pussies. I marveled at the fidelity of the tiny cameras. They went into a 69 and got each other off for one final orgasm. They pulled apart and got up. Joanne went to wash the pussy juices off her body again. Diane slipped her clothes on, and said she’d see Joanne downstairs, she had to wash up a little. They kissed and Diane came down to our bedroom.

She grinned when she saw my cock out hard and red from my stroking it. Without a word, she pulled her panties off and came over and straddled me, she grabbed my cock, wet with my precum and guided it to her pussy. She sank down and I slid all the way into her sopping pussy. It felt so wonderful enveloping m cock as she slid smoothly down.

“Your beautiful sister’s tongue was just inside my pussy. Now I have your fat, long cock in it.” She thrust her tongue inside my mouth. I could smell Joanne’s pussy juice on her face. She mashed her mouth to mine. “I just had my tongue inside her pussy and her pussy juice is all over my face. Lick your sister’s pussy juice off your wife’s lips while you fuck me.”

I didn’t have to be encouraged, I was on fire from watching the two make love. I licked her lips and thrust my tongue into her mouth and sucked her tongue while I thrust my hips up hard against her pussy. She had her feet on either side of me and lifted her ass as I thrust in and out. She was on fire and so was I. Her pussy muscles squeezed my cock as she rode me, and the exotic smell and taste of my sister’s pussy on her face made me explode in record time. She came with me and we had to make a real effort not to scream out as we came.

We went into the bathroom and cleaned up quickly then she went downstairs. Joanne was already down there. I came down a little later saying I’d taken a nap. I had a hard time keeping my cock from bulging out as I looked at Joanne and thought about her licking my wife’s pussy. She had lost some weight and looked very good. The thin top she wore showed off her nice tits and the nipples were visible. She’d slipped into some tight fitting shorts that really set off her long shapely legs and magnificent ass. I complemented her on her figure. My mouth watered at the sight of those beautiful tits. She just as well might have been nude up top. I tried not to stare at them. I’d just seen them in living color, while Diane sucked and licked them to hard erect points. I could see I was going to have a hard time of it while she was visiting. I hoped I would get to fuck her lovely body.

After dinner we talked a lot, catching up. Bedtime came and I went up first, leaving the girls alone for a while. Diane had told me she wouldn’t make love to Joanne downstairs, so I went into the bedroom and turned on both TV’s and cameras. A few minutes later they came up stairs and Joanne went into her bedroom. Diane came into ours and told me she was going to make love to Joanne again. They’d kissed and gotten hot downstairs but she’d told her she wanted to make sure I was in bed asleep before she came back into her bedroom. She brushed her teeth, slipped into a sexy negligée, dabbed a bit of perfume on, kissed me and told me to just watch her.

I watched as the door opened and Diane went into Joanne’s bedroom. Joanne had already put on her nightgown and was lying on the bed waiting. Diane locked the door behind her, and told her that I was sound asleep, and she had taken the precaution of closing our bedroom door also that they had as long as they wanted to make love.

The two lovely women lay down and resumed their kisses and caresses. Joanne was the aggressor this time and quickly slipped Diane’s gown off as well as her own. Diane had made sure they lights were on, but softly so I could see every detail of the lovemaking. She told Joanne she wanted to see every lovely detail of her body.

Joanne moved over Diane and kissed her breasts and licked her body for a long time before she moved down to her Öğrenci porno spread pussy. Diane slid her thighs apart, and brought her thighs up to her breasts giving her lover her wet love nest.

“God, I’ve missed you. It’s been so long since I was able to make love to this sweet juicy pussy of yours.” Joanne cooed, punctuating her words with kisses, and licks.

“Ohhh, Baby, that’s sooo good. I love your mouth on my pussy. You are such a good lover. Yes, suck my clit. It’s so hard and aches. Suck it harder. Yes, like that. Mnnn, you must have been practicing. Have you?” Diane asked breathlessly.

“Yes, I’ve been practicing on a lovely young thing. She’s Becky’s best friend. She’s wild and I’m teaching her all sorts of nasty things to do to my pussy. Her pussy is so tender and sweet. I wished you could have been there.” Joanne said between long pauses to kiss and suck my lovely wife’s pussy. Becky is her lovely daughter.

“Ohhh, yes, Lover. Oh shit, suck my clit harder. I’m coming, I’m coming. Ohhhhh, yes!” Diane cried out. I had my cock in hand and lay naked watching, stroking it softly. Diane writhed on the bed as my sister ate her to a long and vocal climax. She lay there panting for a while then moved up beside her. “Damn, you are good. I love having you eat my pussy. Oh, Baby, I’ve missed you.”

They kissed for a while and Diane stroked her body slowly. “Have you been practicing too?” Joanne asked.

“Mnnn, yes. Trish, the gal next door is beyond belief. She’s sexy as hell. Don would love to fuck her. She comes over a lot and I go over to her house too. The other day while Don was mowing the lawn, she came over and we made love in the kitchen on the counter while he was outside mowing. He’d love to have come in and found us making it together. He’d have wanted to join in.” They laughed.

“We’ll have to have her over and have a three-way. You’ll love her, literally. She’s a very good lover, too. God, she’s sexy. But enough about her. I want to eat your sweet juicy pussy. I hope you put out as much love juice as you did the last time I made love to you.” Diane said moving down to kiss Joanne’s small lovely breasts.

I watched as she sucked and tongued them. She moved slowly down, kissing every inch of her body till her face was buried in my sister’s sexy pussy. I wished the cameras had a zoom so I could really get a close look at her red, wet flesh. I watched the two TV’s as Diane’s tongue slid into her pussy, licking up her juices. She slid two fingers up inside Joanne and I could tell from the position of her hand that she was stroking and rubbing her g-spot. Joanne cried out and moaned, thrusting her hips upward.

“Ohhh, yes, there. If you keep that up, you’ll get a mouth full of my pussy juices. It makes me gush out my juices. Ohhh, shit, rub my clit. Oh Sweetheart, I’m going to cum. Rub my spot, just a little harder. Oh yes, I’m going to cum. Now. Now!” Joanne cried out her voice quavering with passion. Her hips shot upward and Diane’s mouth moved down to her pussy, opening wide. She kept her mouth several inches from Joanne’s open spread pussy. I wondered why, till Joanne cried out in ecstasy and I saw a stream of her pussy juice shoot out into the waiting mouth of my wife, while her finger stroked her clit outside, and her g-spot inside.

I had never seen anything like it except in a porn movie. Her juices pumped out in one spurt then another. I cried out as my hand flew over my rock hard cock and I shot my own juices out to fly almost up to my shoulder. I’d never seen it live, and it was my wife and my sister, making love. My cock shot load after load of my hot sperm out till I fell back spent. Joanne back, thighs spread while Diane stroked her thighs and slowly licked her thighs and open pussy. Finally she moves up beside her and they lay kissing and holding each other.

“I’m glad Don is asleep. I’m glad you closed your bedroom door too. We did make a lot of noise. I’d hate for him to come out and hear us making love. But, I couldn’t help it. You are really a good lover.” Joanne said kissing Diane.

“Yeah, he would probably want to come in here and join us.” Diane said laughing. “I’ll bet he has wanted to make love to you. Most brothers want to fuck their sisters, and you are one good-looking sister. Did you ever want to make love to him?”

“Yeah, I guess I probably did. He is good looking and was a sexy stud when he was growing up. He let me see his big cock several times – ‘accidentally’ on purpose. Of course I teased him too. I’d let him get a peek at my tits or ass, just by accident. I even let him have a good shot of my pussy a couple of times when I was really horny. Then I’d bring myself off wondering what he’d do! . He was probably beating off too. I’ll bet that set him on fire.

“But that’s as far as it ever went. We both knew it was a game. That rat bastard would slip my soiled panties out of the laundry basket, and masturbate with them around his cock. I’d find them in the laundry basket later, when I’d run short and find dried cum on them. I never did call him on it. Mom would have had his hide if she’d ever found out he did it.” Joanne laughed.

“Yep, that sounds like the horny bastard. Did you ever dream he was making love to you? I dreamed my brother and I made love any number of times.” Diane asked. She was leading Joanne on, feeling her out. Damn she was good! She knew I was listening.

“Oh yeah. I dreamed it a lot, while we were living at home. I guess it was a hormonal thing then, but the strange thing is, I still dream about it. Sometimes I wake up, and it’s seems so real. I dream we’ve made love, and I can feel him deep inside me, pumping away, and I’m about to cum. I wake up absolutely wet and really horny. I either have to bring myself off, or wake Jim up. He loves it when I go down on him, get him hard, and then have him fuck me in the middle of the night, for no seeming reason. I have to lie about what got me so hot. . “Shit. This is getting out of hand! Maybe it’s because you are so close to me, and I’m hot and bothered. We need to make love one more time. I want to do another 69 with you. I love to make love to another women that way. It feels so good.” Joanne said pulling Diane to her again.

Damn, so she dreamed of me and it got her really hot. My own sister! Well, I’d dreamed of her often enough and it really got me horny too. The dream was a reoccurring one, where I remember making love to her in the past dreams. It did seem so real. I stroked my cock faster watching the two moving into a 69 again.

Diane was on the bottom this time and I saw her reach under the pillow and bring out a large thick dildo. Joanne didn’t see it. The two licked and sucked each other’s spread pussies till they were moaning and threshing around. Diane took the dildo and quickly wet the end with her mouth before she placed it against Joanne’s spread, wet pussy. Joanne’s head came up a moment as it slid against her pussy.

“On, you devil. God, that feels huge. Go ahead, Lover. Slip it inside me. It’s like Jim is in the room with us and he’s going to fuck me while we make love. I’ve always fantasized about that, having a three-way with Jim and you. God, he’d love it. Slide it in. Ohhh, that’s really big. I wish Jim was that big and thick.” Joanne whispered then resumed her oral tribute to Diane’s wonderful pussy.

Diane slid the dildo, which incidentally is exactly the size and length of my cock, into my sister’s pussy. She was careful to move it slowly up inside her. Joanne moaned and pressed her hips backward. Her head came up a moment.

“Ohhh, that’s so long and thick. It really fills my pussy up so well. Lick my clit, that’s heavenly, feeling it sliding in and out.” She moaned as her head went back down against Diane’s wet pussy. Diane continued to lick her clit and pump the dildo inside her picking up the pace. Joanne was the first to climax and the dildo pumped in and out almost a blur as Joanne fucked her with it and licked her clit. Joanne writhed and bucked and cried out her ecstasy against Diane’s pussy. Her screams filled the room. I wondered if I could have heard them if the sound hadn’t been on. She went limp and Diane didn’t pull the dildo out. Joanne recovered and licked and sucked my lovely wife to a screaming climax too. Joanne fell on her side and lay there panting. Diane moved up beside her.

Diane reached down and pulled the thick dildo out of Joanne’s pussy slowly. She moaned as is slipped out. “Mnnn, that’s a wonderful cock. I like it.” She cooed.

“I’m glad you like it. Don gave it to me to keep me company when he’s gone. It’s almost an exact replica of his cock, same length, same thickness.” She said grinning at Joanne. She took it and put it to her lips and slid her mouth over the end and slid it down her throat. She pulled it out. “I love the taste of your pussy juices on it. Don would love to have his cock in your sweet pussy, I’ll bet. Think how his thick, long, hot cock would feel inside you, pumping in and out, so long and hard.”

Joanne watched fascinated as my wife slid it deeper down her throat this time. It had taken several years, but she had been determined when we married, to be able to deep throat me. I was more than willing for her to try, and she was persistent, till one wonderful night, she was finally able to slide all of my cock down her throat. As my beautiful sister watched fascinated, my wife slid the pussy slick dildo slowly down her throat till her lips touched the round scrotum at the bottom. She pumped it in and out several times before she came up for breath.

“God, I’ve never seen anything like that before, and I’ve seen “Deep Throat” several times. Is that the truth? Is Don’s cock really that long and thick?” She said reaching out and fondling it. She ran her hand up and down its length. I saw Diane’s eyes move upward to where she knew the overhead camera was and wink at me.

“It sure is. Of course he can’t last all night every night like this can. This baby never gets tired, is always hard and ready. Doesn’t need any sleep, and always ready for pussy. I’ll guarantee that! Don is only good for three or four cums a night. He does need a day or two off once in a while.” She laughed.

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You probably won’t agree with what I did. I don’t like that I did it but it happened and that’s as real as I can be. We all make mistakes and I considered not telling the second half of this chapter but that would be lying. I know that many people will have opinions but know that I still feel awful. Don’t judge me too harshly. All the love, Artie.

*****

It was a week of not leaving dorm except for class and even then it was a toss up. I was the king of not going to class before 10:30 even though my classes started at 9:15. It was a week of subsisting on Froot Loops and Cheez-Its mixed together. It’s delicious, really the saltiness mixed with the saccharine taste. Still, I didn’t usually allow myself artificial foods. I didn’t sleep and thus was more productive than I had been in weeks—hell months. Pages flew by me. My school work was done and writing was my only refuge. I threw myself into my work so I wouldn’t have to think.

I had turned off my phone, scaring my mother when she couldn’t reach me easily. My mother always did have the tendency to hover over me. But I wasn’t about to talk to her. She would have picked up on my melancholy and I wasn’t going to tell her about Ian, about my idiotic expectations.

I was truly alone for an entire week and though I spent most of freshman year that way, having friends and then feeling alone was devastating. I knew this was self-imposed, but I needed time away from the Lambda guys. I didn’t want to see Ian because I didn’t know if I would be angry or try to seduce him away and I didn’t want to see anyone else either.

I made it all the way to Thursday evening before there was a knock on my door. Drew barged in moments after I opened the door. He shoved me toward the bathroom and demanded, “Shower and get dressed.” Fucking fine. I didn’t look into the mirror, I knew I would find my eyes sunken and in the midst of deep purple bruises. That wasn’t Ian’s fault, that was just my own insomnia. My brain just hates letting me sleep, always had. Plus, I was always more creative late at night which led to self-imposed abstaining from sleep.

I dutifully scrubbed myself down and threw on clothing before presenting myself to Drew. I seemed to pass inspection.

“Where’s your phone?” He asked.

It was on my desk and off. He didn’t need to know that I had shut down Imessage on my laptop and turned off notifications on Facebook. I wanted to wallow in feeling betrayed despite having no reason to. We weren’t a couple. I had no right to feel jealous and angry. But I did.

Turning my phone on was a revelation. I had gotten 15 texts from Drew alone, growing less frantic and angrier. Most of my pledge class had reached out to hang or something. I had a few texts from Sean, surprising but flattering. I felt like a dick for not talking to him, in class I had only said a few words. The most surprising were the 7 texts from Ian. I didn’t open them.

I held my phone up for Drew, “Got it, now what?”

“Now, we go to the bar.”

“I have class tomorrow; it’s a Thursday.”

Drew laughed off my concerns, “C’mon Thirsty Thursday! Live a little, Artie. So you might be a little hung over tomorrow. At least you’ll sleep a drunken blissful night tonight.” While sleep sounded good, I’m sure my doctor wouldn’t be down for me self-medicating.

“You know I’m twenty right?

Drew ushered me out the door, “Yes. But Emily bartends so it’s not like you won’t get served.”

I shrugged and let him lead me. April in Boston is still fucking confusing. One day it’s highs in the 80’s and the next it snows. No way to plan an outfit. Nevertheless, we were having one of those highs in the 80’s moments and the streets were packed with students, residents, and tourists out for a good time. Drew strode through the crowds easily and I followed in his wake.

The section of Commonwealth Ave. where I live is known for two things: tattoo parlors and bars. They frequently had the same clientele. Drew issued instructions out of the side of his mouth as we approached The Dugout Café, “If another bartender asks to see your ID just motion Emily over. All the bartenders do it for show but they know the deal. The most important thing is that the place makes money.”

I had never bothered to get a fake ID. I had nearly 25 brothers of age who were totally willing to buy for me if I wanted but the parties had booze for free. Having a fake in Boston was just asking to get written up. Most big clubs and bars had box scanners that wouldn’t be fooled by even the best fake. You had to go to a shitty dive if you wanted a fake to fly.

Literally underground, I stepped into an already lively bar despite the sun still being pretty high in the sky and it being a weekday. It was also the biggest dive bar ever; sports memorabilia was affixed to the walls and the darkness made it tough to see. I wished I could see though, the whole place stunk of stale beer and I could feel the tread of my shoes sticking to the ground.

The bar was dingy Avrupalı porno and the people there were too, already piss drunk and unapologetic about it. Crowding the bar were rough and tumble men, the kind that I find the most annoying and the ones trying to hit on Emily. I’ve never been a protective, caveman style guy but seeing Emily, so pretty and petite, having to ward off the advances of huge guys pissed me off. Drew was calm just pushing elbows and man-spreaded knees to the side to make room for me and him. Emily gave a dazzling smile before asking us both for ID.

Dutifully I gave up my ID which clearly proclaimed me to have 8 months before being legal. She made a show of scanning it before thrusting it back with a cheery, “What can I get you?”

“I’ll have a rum and coke and Artie will have a vodka Redbull,” Drew said confidently. That drink wasn’t something I had often. Drew shrugged at my questioning glance, “You want to get drunk? That’s the best thing for it. Can’t order you a Long Island Iced Tea here but this will do.”

I merely shrugged and accepted his wisdom. We had clearly cut in the line for drinks with meatheads looking for pitchers to be refilled. Perks of knowing the bartender. Emily slid me my drink with a sympathetic, “So… how are you doing?”

Jesus. Was I that pathetic? Yes. I had spent a fucking week alone sad that the biggest fucker on campus didn’t want to stick with me despite the preponderance of evidence he would definitely be fucking other people.

Taking a large swig of my drink I answered, “I’m doing great.”

She smiled sadly, “It’s just he needed to be touched. He’s weird that way. Never feels complete without it.”

Her words confused me and I doubted that they were true. Ian never seemed hungry for attention. He was effortlessly cool and due to that girls swarmed to him.

I nodded slightly and I thought I pulled off totally well adjusted man and Emily gave a bolstering smile before moving to continue serving.

Drew and I sat at the bar stools, each taking uncomfortable swallows. Drew and I weren’t very close. He wasn’t my big, or my friend but I appreciated him looking out for me as both my brother and the president. I was down for our drinking session but three drinks in Drew cleared his throat.

“Look man, I know Ian can be a dick—”

“Drew,” I cut him off, “It’s all good. I wasn’t expecting anything and I’m not hurt. I just don’t want to talk about it.”

He looked like I had removed a thousand pounds from his shoulders. Clearly making excuses for his man whore of a best friend wasn’t in Drew’s wheelhouse. “Wanna get shitfaced?”

I almost laughed and didn’t bothering answering instead asking Emily to bring us another round.

Seven rounds in I was feeling good, the Redbull was keeping me up and awake. I didn’t feel drunk—I felt alive. Emily had stopped pretending to work and was far busier talking to Drew than getting some ‘roided up asshole another pitcher of BudLight. Watching Drew and Emily both lean over the sticky counter top to be close together even as they just talked was sickening—horrifically cute—but still sickening. As Drew brushed his lips over her cheek, I had a pang deep in my stomach. My drunk brain rebelled, that’s what I wanted. But my mental state didn’t call for sentimentality nor passion nor love nor romance. It wanted to fuck.

A drunken glance around the bar revealed no one that interested me. My rolodex started in my brain of who I could call. I threw away the first thought, no drunk texts to Ian. I scrolled through my phone and alighted on the unread messages from Sean.

Perfect. My hands were all thumbs as I typed out a message reading over it several times to check for coherency before pressing send. Just then Drew nudged me and handed me a tequila shot. The salt and lime did nothing to combat the bitterness of the bottom shelf liquor.

Ashamedly, I had forgotten my text when I felt Sean’s fingers tap my shoulder. Inebriated this was divine intervention bringing a hot, willing boy to me in my time of need and not the text I sent: MIssing You. Cum to Dugout?

I’m still ashamed that I decided to spell come: cum. I’m even more ashamed that Sean showed up but at least he knew what he was getting into.

His hair gleamed under the overhead lighting, crowning him in an ethereal halo as I stepped up and hugged him. He didn’t seem to flinch at my obvious intoxication and took the shot handed to him with ease.

Drew slid off his barstool looking at me with confusion as my arm slipped around Sean’s shoulder. I nodded at him, yes we were going to fuck tonight. Don’t cock block. The men of Lambda are excellent at fostering fucking. Drew got the hell out of the way, sliding down to the other end of the bar where he could continue to flirt with and entertain Emily.

For the first time I got a good look at Sean’s eyes, they were blurry and bloodshot. He was also clearly celebrating the weekend early. I wondered Video porno if he would be going to class at 9:15 the next morning. With a small smirk I wondered if we would still be together and decide to ditch it.

“I’m glad you texted me.” Sean yelled above the roar of the crowd. It was almost a reproach. Even drunk I could get the subtext, he wanted to know why I hadn’t texted or called him in the month I’d been fucking Ian.

“Sorry Sean, midterm season you know? I’ve gotta get my grades up if I want to get into a good MFA program.” That was bullshit. My grades were immaculate.

He nodded like he knew the struggle. Judging from the essays I helped him edit, he probably did though grad school wasn’t in his future.

His hand snuck up my thigh, “I’m really happy you texted me though.” His fingers brushed my cock through my pants. Well, I signaled to Emily that I was going to be closing my tab, we were all on the same page. Sean’s fingers danced around my cock as he finished his drink and then swooped down to my lips. It was a brief kiss, but hot. I wondered why I hadn’t called him.

I paid and grabbed his hand ready to make up for lost time. Sean followed close behind me. With a quick nod to Drew, we escaped out into the night.

I did something I had never done before. I exiled my roommate and it fucking rocked. I had the foresight to shoot him a text before I toted Sean home with me. Sean was making it hard to walk, his lips finding my neck. I wondered what we looked like, the tall incredibly blond boy leaning down to make out with my neck while my arm was snug around him trying to lead him toward my apartment.

There was something about him that was so enticing. He was tall far taller than me, and his body was like a whip cord and his hair made him a seraph. The whole angelic look was pretty ruined by his eyes that found mine and begged to fuck.

We were barely inside the door of my apartment when Sean had my shirt off. His eyes darkened as they took in my body. I flushed feeling slightly embarrassed by the perusal until he tilted my chin up to lay a passionate kiss against my lips. His fingers trailed up my body slowly, wandering around my chest.

His lips tasted like whiskey, smoky and sweet. For not the first time, I wished I was taller. I couldn’t tangle my hands as easily in his hair so I went under, my hands finding the corded muscle of his back. I wanted his shirt gone but when he pushed me away from him he batted my hands away from the buttons.

He kissed me briefly, “All I can think about is you blowing me… and me not returning the favor. Time to even the score. He pulled me over to my couch. He found the clasp to my belt and slipped it off me all the while kissing my chest and neck. I was glad my pants were coming off because I was going to burst out of them any moment now.

He unzipped me teasingly, taking forever. He didn’t shove my pants down, instead slipping his hand underneath my boxer briefs to find my cock. His hand found the slight stickiness around the head, evidence of my excitement. His fingers curved around my shaft lightly. I tried bucking into his hand to get more friction but he evaded me with a chuckle.

He heard my groan at the light pressure and tickled the end, right below my slit. Fuck it, I would beg if necessary, “C’mon Sean. Please?”

Sean loomed over me and I stretched to kiss him trying to convince him with every slip of my tongue to do anything but keep teasing me.

He broke away smiling and slid to his knees. Slowly he dragged my pants and boxer briefs down letting my cock bounce back up and leave a sticky patch in my happy trail.

He might have been teasing me before but Sean was no longer out to mess with me. His finger trailed up my spread thighs as he pushed me down so that I was sitting with my legs spread wide. My roommate would kill me if he saw what I was doing to his couch. Fuck him, he was a terrible person.

Sean knelt between my thighs his breath hovering over the head of my cock and internally I begged him to do anything. He seemed to hear my plea because he ran the flat of his tongue up the of the side of my dick. Fuck. My eyes fell closed as warmth encased my cock. Sean was a fucking pro. Just like no one would be able to miss that he was gay, no one who was treated to one of his blow jobs would think he was in any way new to this. His tongue tickled up the underside of my cock and I could feel my balls getting heavier.

His mouth was pure beautiful heat and suction as he sucked lightly then with more vigor, thrusting my shaft deep into his throat. I could feel my orgasm building and I reached my hands up to my nipples twisting them and flicking them.

My balls started to draw up and Sean jumped into action. I whimpered when the suction went away. Sean pushed my legs further apart and up toward my shoulders exposing my hole and dove in. His hand curled around my shaft using his spit and my pre-cum as lube to stroke quickly. I was in a sea of sensation. His clever tongue circled the sensitive nerves and slowly breached inside.

I gasped and instinctively my hands came to rest in his hair. The primal side of my brain wanted to push him deeper to take the pleasure being offered. I held back because of his enthusiasm to drive me wild. Quickly he was fucking me with his mouth and I was moments from shooting.

“God. Fuck. Sean fuck me now please.” I could barely cobble together words.

Sean pulled away, his eyes pure black. “Lube?”

“Bedroom.” I leapt up dashing ahead to get the lube as Sean stalked after me slowly. I had the small tube out of my bedside table when Sean wasn’t even to my doorway yet. I could have felt embarrassed that I was naked when he was fully clothed but I didn’t. I couldn’t when his eyes devoured me. He stared deep into my soul as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it on the ground beside him. Sean could have stripped for a living, all that was missing was some music but I would have paid him to move faster. He didn’t need to turn me on more. I was already going to burst if he didn’t get in me.

He unsnapped his tight jeans and murmured, “Touch yourself. Get yourself ready for me.”

For fucks sake, when did he get so dominating. Not that I was complaining in the least as I squeezed out some lube on my fingers and started to tease my own hole. My cheeks burned as he watched me. As his jeans hit the floor, I pushed one finger in, slowly stretching myself out wishing it was him. His cock looked bigger than I had remembered. The tent pushed out obscenely in his flamboyantly colored briefs. I caught the name across the waistband: Andrew Christian. Bougie bitch.

He waited until I was fucking myself with two fingers, twisting and stretching myself open for him before his underwear touched the ground. He still didn’t approach the bed, twisting his fist around his cock.

He bent slightly to retrieve a foil packet from his pants. Ripping it open with his teeth, I went into hyper drive. I was through with the preliminaries. I needed him: now.

I flipped over onto my hands and knees and arched my back. I knew what a wanton, slutty picture I made. I heard his slight gasp and then him approaching. The bed jostled slightly but he settled into the cleft of my ass. His pulsing hardness burned against my ass and I arched even more proving myself ready for him.

Sean reached over and grabbed the lube spreading a little over his cockhead before grabbing hold of my hips. I could feel him poised at my entrance, there was a moment of him rubbing his cock over that bundle of nerves on the outside before he began pressing in. He didn’t stop. In one long sinuous glide he seated himself fully in me. A low keening whine burst from my chest as he spread me open.

I didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t want to compare their dicks. But my mind couldn’t help it. One was thicker, the other longer. Sean drawing out and then easing back in brought me out of those thoughts. Sean leaned forward fractionally and then thrust in hard. A wild “oof” sprang out of me unbidden as his cock hit my spot perfectly.

“There you are.” Sean whispered as he started a brutal pace that had me biting down on a pillow to keep from yelling out my ecstasy so loudly that my neighbors would complain.

My hand came down to my cock, jerking myself wildly. I was on the precipice of pleasure and pain. Sean’s hips shot forward and then dragged out slowly, running over every nerve.

“Come for me Artie. Come now.”

I couldn’t resist him. I had been on edge for what felt like hours. I shot my load into my hand as Sean let out a masculine groan. He didn’t immediately pull out, just rolling us to the side so that we spooned. I could feel the sweat from his chest on my back. I merely curled up deeper into his embrace.

I woke up to rustling, “Whazz happenin’?”

The room was dark and the fuzziness in my head could have been due to an impending hangover or the sleep that I had blissfully been in. I could barely make out the figure but the slight throb of my hole reminded me.

Sean spoke quietly, “I’ve gotta go. Early class tomorrow—well, today.”

“I know. We’re both in it.”

“Nah, I’ve got an 8 am.”

I leaned up on my elbows, “Okay.” Sean seemed to think I was distressed by him leaving. He leaned down and kissed me softly, which was nice, but I wasn’t after him staying. I just thought it was pretty reckless to drink a load before having an 8 am. But then again I wasn’t about to chastise him for his choices. “Want to come to a party with me tonight?” The question sprung out of nowhere and I was slightly irritated with myself.

I breathed out a sigh of relief when he said, “I’ve got to work tonight, sorry.” I waved away his apology and watched as he went.

I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea, that I wanted more than sex. He seemed on board and if I was being really honest with myself the sex was really good.

I fell back asleep reveling in the feeling of being well fucked and having my entire bed to myself again. I might have not been the most romantic but the twin xl beds that college students sleep on are not designed for sleep overs.

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College

From a Jack to a King, but if he’s the Knave
she must be the Queen of cocks…

‘She never wears panties y’know’ says Dean. ‘She likes to make it easy for straying hands. Shall I demonstrate?’

His hand goes teasingly to my lap. Dave smiles as Dean begins to inch the hemline slowly up. I tense a little, surely he’s not going any further? Not here in the Bar alcove with the mock-Tudor décor and the low pulse of ambient music? But I was wrong, Dean is lucky at cards – and with Dean, the game doesn’t stop till he’s collected the winnings in FULL! He smiles at me, daring me to object, although he knows I won’t, my eyes fall in a show of modesty as false at the décor, and he gradually eases the hemline up over the stocking flesh-line in the shade of the table. Dave stares, swallows hard, ‘very nice’ he breathes, his voice suddenly husky. Dean incy-wincy spiders his cool index finger around the top of my leg, hooking the material of the mini-dress out to reveal the wispy haze of dark pubence beneath.

‘I’ll tell you this in confidence, Dave’ he says. ‘She’s horny as they come. I can’t keep up with her to be honest. Listen, we were driving down here today and she begins to come on strong, y’know…?’ I was biting my lower lip, certain I was blushing despite myself. It’s a game we’ve played before – Dean and I. One we’ll play again. I know the rules as well as he does, yet it never fails to stimulate new nerve-ends and erogenous zones I didn’t previously know existed. ‘…And she begins brushing my leg cosy and intimate like, so I pull into a lay-by and she’s into my trousers faster’n you can say blow-job. She’s got my knob out and down her throat and she’s going ‘glob-glob-glob slurp-slurp-slurp’ like she’s not eaten for a month and needs the protein. That’s right – isn’t it Maxine?’ I can feel his insistent index finger brush my pubes on the slippery slope down to my vaginal lips. ‘Isn’t it, Max?’

I look up at Dave, giving him the full hand-tinted baby-blues as Dean’s finger parts flesh, then begins its moist penetration. I nod, ‘sure it’s true Dave, every word.’ I grip the stem of my martini glass so tight I’m scared it’ll shatter, concentrating my entire nervous system on that probing finger-edge that’s now worming first-joint deep into me. It’s all I can do to stop myself squirming, while Dave – travel-rep with some anonymous stationery company – is going bug-eyed, can’t believe what he’s seeing. His expression is so delicious – pearls of sweat standing out on his forehead, full attention transfixed on the finger that’s now slip-slithering up and down, sawing in and out my salivating pussy – that I’d be laughing if it weren’t for the more urgent sensations burning their way up from my thighs. My legs part involuntarily to admit a second finger, and they’re tunnelling so deep and Dean’s pumping furiously now, while at the next table people are talking and drinking, and Dave – a guy we’ve hardly known twenty minutes, is watching like his life depends on it.

There are orgasms, and there are ORGASMS – this one comes on like a jolt of lightning, a cum so powerful I’ve got to grit my teeth to keep from crying out… and, at the same time, I notice the retro jukebox is playing Hot Chocolate’s “You Sexy Thing”!

Dean glances across to where Dave’s sat like he’s shell-shocked. ‘And I know I can tell you this in confidence, Dave. As we came into the Bar tonight and saw you there sitting alone, Maxine said to me – didn’t you Max? she said she fancied you something strong. She said she was powerfully attracted to you.’ All the while he’s un-cunting his fingers with agonising slowness. ‘We’re travelling to London tomorrow, me and Maxine, but we’ve got a Hotel room here just for tonight. Perhaps you’d care to come back with us for a – uh, nightcap? That is – unless you’ve something better to do?’ I close my eyes and lick my lip-glossed lips, the very thought making my mouth water with anticipation. I sense the evening’s erotic entertainments are just beginning…

— 0 —

I’ve never been what you’d call a ‘good girl’. I’m attracted to ‘dangerous’ men, to the element of risk. I’ve had fingers (and other parts of my anatomy!) burned in sexual encounters before I met Dean, but he’s in a DIFFERENT LEAGUE. An incredible Uzun porno turn-on, tall, good-looking in a dark swarthy way, a voice vibrantly deep and strong. All of it tuned into a kind of outlaw mystique that snares me from the start. He’s a Gambler – a compulsive game-player fuelled by the permanent nervous energy of a man living on the edge, driven by obsession, one step ahead of debtors, one step ahead of disaster – or one step from a triumph that’s more real, more ecstatic than any orgasm I can ever give him.

We first met just nine-and-a-half weeks ago in a Club I work as a hostess, the chic kind of place where you wear your cleavage down to the pussy, with a hemline high enough to meet it. Outfits designed sheer enough to advertise your nipples. Not that THAT bothers me. I dress to thrill, black seams, the sharp outline of scanty briefs showing through the cling-film-tight material, heavy eye-shadow – all kohl and corruption, and long black hair as lush as a shampoo commercial. I’ve a class figure, good boobs – white and flawless as two giant scoops from some Heavenly Freezer. I know how to tease – AND how to deliver. I make my own choices, live my life according to my own rules. But I like to play games too. I enjoy being looked at, enjoy the furtive way men ‘accidentally’ brush up against me. But once I saw Dean I had eyes for no-one else, I was the perfect Nastassia Kinski to his ragged Steve McQueen. I melt to him, knew we’d be exchanging tongues before the night was done. But he was off-hand, too into a winning jag to notice ANYTHING, so I had to make the running.

I stand close, moulding myself against him as he concentrates on his game, kissing him all come-on when he turns a good hand – and that night he wins it ALL! When he leaves, I go with him, determined to get him to myself by fair means or foul. As soon as we are in the taxi to were-ever I was into his pants. And he was EVERYTHING I could’ve hoped for, his cock a magnificent beast long and thick in my fist, cleanly circumcised, and he’s high on winning, on an adrenalin fix even as I go down on him in wet engulfment. I shimmy that shiny lilac glans as far down my throat as I can, and suck it contentedly through half the West End and into Mayfair, rewarded with a copious mouthful of my favourite cream (after Crème de Menthe!) somewhere around Kensington Gardens.

We wind up together in a Hotel, and afterwards I move in on a more regular basis – to share his successes, and provide consolation during the manic depressions that follow bad losses. I still work the Clubs, often providing his stake for the evening’s gaming. And we live nocturnally, emerging at dusk – a life of sophisticated Clubs, speeding neon, exotic drinks, fast cars, spiked by the artificial energies of risk. There’s something about risk that makes me horny, that makes me want to get it on. The constant stimulus of vicarious thrills acts like powerful aphrodisiac. When we’re winning it’s ultra-sex, we fuck with an energy and animal enthusiasm that lasts for hours, until we’re both sated and exhausted. Other times, when he loses, I rouse him and do all the work, but that makes the reward of his erection that much more satisfying.

Gambling and risk inevitably laps over into our sex life. We play cards endlessly in all kinds of hotel rooms as he practices technique and dexterity. He begins by making ‘special tokens’ out of photo porn-cards, so if I win I might get an IOU for cunnilingus, if he wins, a wrist-job or a penalty token that means I go without underwear all day, or lipstick my nipples a shade of savage pink for him to lick clean. Sometimes we keep the cards we win, hoarding them. It’s a tremendous kick to play for such stakes, and a cruelly erotic sense of power to suddenly produce a card and demand instant payment in full. The games, dares and risk-taking get crazier. He once presents a blow-job card in a hotel lift and I have to crouch down and gobble him between floors, then I had him eat me in the car-park of some Motorway Services halfway to Manchester, headlights arcing and slicing through the luminous dark as he goes into me tongue-first, then again, in a Disco I smuggle myself into the Gents to deliver… but it was always just me and Dean. Until that night Öğrenci porno when everything got turned upside down.

During a bad spell Dean organises a card school in a Highgate flat we share, a few punters come around and they play till the early hours. I serve drinks, play hostess. Dean was in deep trouble, dodging heavily connected creditors – the kind who break your legs if you default, and he’s banking on tonight to recoup, but hits an immediate run of bummers and is soon fighting to keep head above water. He’s sweating visibly, a tension standing out so real you can feel it. I go out to refresh their drinks, and come back to find some of the pressure has eased off, but they’re playing with a new sense of urgency. In a bizarre sensation of unreality I see they’re now gaming for ‘token’ cards that Dean has put up to compensate for his mounting debts. My skin crawls with perverse fascination, willing him to WIN, as the cards (and by implication – ME!) pass back and forth, moving from player to player, to Dean, then to some card-sharp he’d met in a Bar. But as the game progresses it increasingly seems that in an odd sort of way it was flattering, a compliment to my powers of attraction. Like in some medieval joust or chivalrous duel, I was the prize they ALL desire, they compete to win my hand (although considerably more than my hand is at stake!). The very idea is as sensual as the most exotic stimulant.

For a while it seems Dean is onto a good thing, he makes a run of wins but can’t quit, it goes badly, and as dawn breaks he’s wiped out. The school folds, people leave with mumbled apologies, some richer, mostly poorer. Then there’s just me, Dean, and two men watching me, leering – but nervous. I know them slightly from the Club circuit, a suave handsome Jamaican called Anton, and Robbie, a likeable Northerner whose well-tailored suits exactly contradict his earthy Geordie humour. They spread their cards face-up on the coffee table – Robbie’s card depicts fellatio, Anton’s a graphic photo of a lusty stud taking a crouching girl from behind. I don’t know how I’m supposed to react. The joker’s REALLY wild this time. How far will Dean want to take it? Surely not ALL the way? I’ll take my cue from him. I think of those heavy creditors – the kind with leg-breaking tendencies. Dean is depending on me. Before things turn violent.

They sit on the sofa in soft lighting, Dean slumped smirking beside the music centre to see fair play, and yes – I understand, it’s MY choice. I can walk out here and now, but I know I won’t. Like a good little bad girl I’ll do it for Dean, I’ll bail him out. That’s the way it has to be. But it’s got to be here, now, before I’ve time to reconsider. Suddenly amused and aroused by it all I shuck my dress down kind of slinky, in one movement. I never wear a bra, don’t need one, my large firm breasts quiver free for their eager appraisal. I’m wearing pearls, and leave them on – a kinky touch of sophistication like a debutante doing pin-up spreads, my long black hair cascading forward over my shoulder as if to veil what I’m so sexily uncovering. Then I’m stooping to skin my tiny briefs down, face burning with whoreish excitement as I raise one bare leg to shake them off.

I’m squatting nude between Robbie’s parted knees, drawing his zip down and delving within. The air of perverse eroticism acting on me, I’m fiercely turned on despite myself, my nipples jiggling up against the razor-sharp crease of his trouser-knees as I manoeuvre. His cock is thick, and although he’s not yet stiff he’s obviously very well-hung. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, sensing his tension as my fingers slither over his flesh, smelling the warm musk of his body, my tongue outlining the soft wedge of his glans, the delicate dance of my hair shimmering over his thighs as my lips stretch moistly around the heart-shaped dome. He’s stiffening, as if the hot slide inwards is skinning his nerves. Arching his back as my tongue circles, glissading silkily over the sex-heated skin, my mouth engulfs more slowly now, breathing heavily. It’s deep in my mouth, and I begin sucking until it grows hard, its taste – a salty tang, invades me. I’m slobbering on his fat sinewy knob, becoming more adventurous as I surrender to the inevitability of it all.

Now Robbie’s watching my head bob up, down, round and around in his lap like he can scarce believe his luck, now he’s glancing across at Dean, gloating. They’re all watching me, they all want me. I feel the way a pretty girl in a Hard-Core Blue Movie must feel, aware of the pent-up desire I’m deliberately provoking, the intensity of their gaze burning into me. I can hear the quick sharp intake of their breathing and it sounds so good. I begin to make it more visual for them, holding the sex-meat tightly erect in both hands, squeezing it lasciviously, my lips glued around its shiny bell-end, then gorging myself on the shaft, taking as much as I possibly can, sucking hard, force-feeding on the best part of eight inches of stiff cock.

Now Anton’s shrugging his jeans off, ostentatiously wanking a length that’s thick and long as heavy-duty black cable. And he’s climbing in behind me, moving me around, repositioning me to his requirements, smoothing the curve of my bottom, parting my legs, fingering down to roughly insert a finger that makes me squirm voluptuously, steeling myself in exquisite expectation of what’s to follow. Hoping he’s targeting the correct orifice. I can feel the blood-pumping heat and then the solid pressure of his cock-head up against the mouth of my quim, forcing the narrow sex-tight passage open more and more until I feel he’s going to rip me wide open, then – with a lunge, the glans is inside me. I groan audibly (as best I can) as he feeds deeper, more easily now, and I feel s-o-o-o-o strange to be penetrated so completely. I’m wriggling and writhing, spitted on hot maleness, moaning and gasping somewhere between desire and agonising pleasure, pussy on fire, nipples swaying tender and distended, hard and erect. I’m keeping Robbie trapped in my mouth by force of sheer suction while tonguing it, feeling it pulse up firm against my palette as he bucks, hairy balls squashed up against my chin as I’m fucked from the rear, establishing a balance, a rhythm.

They talk over me, ‘cunt’s smooth as silk, what’s she gam like?’ ‘Great, she’s (grunt) loving every inch of it.’ Me crouching on all-fours, impaled totally, whole body wracked in sensation, an orgasm hits me uncontrollably, excruciatingly. I try telling myself I’m doing this for Dean – just for him, like jazz musician’s women whore themselves on Harlem street corners to raise drug-money for their men, I’m giving myself for Dean, to save him from the wrath of brutal creditors. All he has to do is say the word and I’ll stop, but by now I’m hoping that word never comes. I’m doing it for ME, because I’m greedy for experience, because the game amuses and intrigues me – the risk, the daring. And Dean just sits there, watching, enjoying it as he ensures my safety, probably with an angry hard-on that’s threatening serious damage to his y-fronts (but there’s plenty of time for me to relieve him of THAT tension later!).

‘Open your throat, Maxine, so’s I can cream your tonsils.’ My lips slither around the gooey shaft, sucking it ferociously as I concentrate on lifting my thighs and pushing back, fucking myself on Anton’s cock so I’m doing the work brazenly, no longer faking, my body alive with passions so intense I feel I’ll explode, proud of the way I’m exciting both of them, nakedly charged with animal sensuality, doing my best to suck that sinewy length in my mouth and squeeze and work the cock up my pussy. Then Robbie’s holding me gently by the hair, easing my head down so far I feel I’m immersing in public hair, suffocating, a muffled gasp as it throbs expectantly, the entire length swelling and pulsing, expanding, spurting a thick jet of spunk that fills my mouth, oozing over my teeth, slobbering tiny clear globlets of spermatozoa from my lips. Even as I draw back, gasping for breath, it’s all happening all over again, my aching cunt filled to capacity and I’m well into my own second orgasm…

Once it’s done we dress in an air of dreamy shyness (although I leave my panties off, to make it easy later for Dean’s straying hands). And Dean meets my eyes with relief, thanks, and a promise of sex to come. He seems even more exciting to me now. Some instinct tells me this will be the first of many such wild scenes we’ll have together. I’m grateful for the times we’ve had – and eager for what’s to come. I don’t regret ANYTHING.

To the victor go the spoils, you CAN be lucky in cards – and love!

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It was early Saturday morning and lying in bed under the covers reading the paper, music drifting down the hall from his daughter’s bedroom, Jill’s father looked up surprised as his nineteen-year-old daughter home from school for the summer danced into his bedroom.

“Wow, baby…where’d you learn to dance like that, sweetie?”

Her smile contagious Jill looked her father right in the eye, pointing at him like the girl in the movie, dancing to Roxy Music’s version of, If There Is Something, mouthing the words to the chorus, “when we were young.”

“…from the TV, Daddy,” she beamed, smiling sensually, provocatively, flushed hot, at first feigning a certain innocence, a heat coursing through her knowing she’d masturbated to a wrecking orgasm on her father’s bed the morning before, right where he was laying, his smell in the sheets, her fingers pressing against her warm little pussy, her favorite fantasy her father’s cock pressing against her warm little hole through her flowery little panties, the ones with the bow in front her boyfriend loved seeing her in.

“From the TV,” meant from the video she’d watched, the movie Tokyo Decadence he’d left in his DVD player. She’d watched it while he was at work, imagining the man making the woman make herself cum moving for him was her father.

Jill couldn’t help that Daddy turned her on so much. Something about him made her feel wild and naughty. She wanted him to want her like all the boys at school did, especially the oder boys, her just 5′-2, and so petite, them so big and strong.

Thinking she shouldn’t be so wet for her own father, just turned her on even more. Fully in character pretending she was a go-go like dancer for Roxy Music, her father looked so much like Bryan Ferry she wanted to be sexy for him, like he was, her sexy Daddy all her girlfriends teased.

Unlike generally, she felt so soft and confident in front of her father an extension of their playfulness with each other. Already having worked herself up watching herself dance in her full length mirror, already buttery warm inside pushing past her shyness she turned and wagged her little bottom at him, like a little girl dog in heat begging for cock she thought to herself, grinning, her secret thoughts, having seen some very naughty hentai her and her girlfriends saw online and laughed at, but that secretly turned them all on, her Papa’s little puppy girl.

Jill purposefully dressed in just her loose fitting pink boy-shorts pajama bottoms – she knew how sexy she looked in them; and, just like one of the strippers in the video she found on her father’s computer she’d bunched up her matching pink little half top t-shirt into the collar barely covering her swollen hot breasts.

At first, she was just dancing innocently enough to the rhythm of the music. Now, she was sliding down the doorframe and standing back up like she was pole dancing, looking to him for approval, becoming more and more sexual, getting more and more confident as her father watched her so fluidly mimicking the girl in the video. Jill stopped smiling and was looking at her father differently suddenly let herself feel sexier than she imagined she could, her father’s gaze making her feel so warm inside, grinding, swiveling her hips, more and more, the bigger his eyes got, erotically, just like the stripper in the movie in front of the huge plate glass window overlooking downtown Tokyo, all the while mouthing the words to the song…

…” Reveal my secrets

More than enough for me to share

I would put roses round our door”…

She gazed right into her father’s brown eyes, his dark brown hair the same color as hers, him partially smiling, a sort of stunned look on his face, her long hair in pigtails dangling down on either side of her face, feeling so steamy sexy, deliciously more than her father’s daughter, his little girl all grown up.

She kept smiling at him looking into her eyes, letting her dance not sure really how else to react being so surprised by his daughters impromptu performance; his balls tingling hot…how else was he supposed to react; his daughter, his little girl, so scantily clad; her soft skin and smile so radiant, her breasts and nipples so prominently displayed, her perfect round glowing little belly, her soft little hips, her boy shorts making her look so provocative he could grab her and take her like she wasn’t his daughter. She was like the women he fantasized about, jerked off to, and suddenly here she was his little baby in his bedroom his own daughter. It was so wrong it made his cock jump and swell and ache with a seething kind of tingling heat. His daughter, his little girl, her glowing skin the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. A fine line he sensed he was about to cross, they, were about to cross, if they weren’t already, her dancing so seductively, his cock now swollen and thick and hard under the covers for her. He stared at her lovely round breasts her nipples pushing out through the thin cotton tee, and when he did, Jill pushed her chest out, wanted him Uzun porno to look.

He’d only been to a strip club twice and back when he was in college, and even then, he intellectualized the experience he’d laughed with friends years later telling the story; and here was his little girl dancing, like his own private little stripper right in front of him, even so young so sexually provocatively gorgeous, everything about her sensuous, erotic, wholly female and in heat and looking him deeply in the eyes made him churn with desire a growl rumbling deep in his chest.

His little girl was making him hard and the harder he got the more he looked at her like a father shouldn’t be looking at his daughter, or her at her own father.

When she jumped onto the bed above him he remembered her when she was little bouncing and turning, them laughing together, her dancing for Daddy; he laughed with her now, trying not to be so aroused, to look at her smooth bare skin, her loose boy-shorts hiding her little treasure she knew full well the power of, trying to not look at her shorts lifting again and again subtly, furtively revealing her soft bare translucent skin underneath.

Teasing him with glimpses of her, her inner thighs, the round of her little bottom, a single father, when she began rolling her little hips moving to the steady beat of the rhythm, gyrating, churning inside, biting her lower lip and smiling at him knowing just how sexy she was, he felt himself even if a uncomfortable let himself feel that sexual urge, began to watch his little girl openly, her dance for him, him her only audience in the privacy of their house, in the privacy of his bedroom the curtain drawn, their own little world father and daughter, the music surrounding them in a cocoon of secretive incestuous desire.

He stared openly at the V of her groin her jostling breasts her hardened nipples, into her simply smoldering eyes, longer and longer. He looked at her soft little frame her smooth belly the way she moved, so naturally feminine, so naturally erotic and lowered the paper fully into his lap to cover himself, to press against his straining throbbing hard cock without her seeing.

He thought of the scene in Gus Van Sant’s, “To Die For,” when Nicole Kidman in a short little flowery summer dress danced in front of the car headlights. Lifting her skirt, showing her panties, swiveling her hips, a scene that stuck with him over the years as one of the all time most erotic scenes in Hollywood film, her beautifully feminine thighs, her girlish tummy, the cleft of her soft little pussy apparent under her girlish white cotton panties.

Now, his little-girl, rocking her hips, him staring at her soft little baby pussy barely concealed under her thin little shorts, her curves so incredibly sensual, his little baby, his daughter dancing for him; from his prone position it was like looking up at a stripper on a stage, from that angle seeing up under her loose little shorts, the bare smooth heat of her inner thighs. Her knowingly teasing, glimpses of his daughter’s bare smooth glowing soft pussy so clearly visible under the thin soft fabric.

The more he stared, the more he let himself enjoy her performing for him, the more he thought things he shouldn’t be feeling for his little girl, his baby daughter. Naughty taboo incestuous thoughts making him even harder, thoughts long a secret turn on, his own little lover, his little girl, his private little whore sucking his cock, him licking her for her first time, him lapping at her soft little baby cunny, urged on by her sweet baby cream flowing out to meet his mouth, her rocking her tender little hips, a young sensuous woman now, that magic between her beautiful athletic legs, like a dancers he thought to himself, his little baby his own private stripper. His cock surged.

His heart beating faster, his judgment clouded, his cock aching hot hard, the cheeks of her bottom so tantalizingly close as she turned, bent, her shorts pulling open revealing her entire soft little cunt; she was perfectly bald smooth, her pink little slit shiny wet and his mouth so tantalizingly close. His cock bounced as he sucked in his breath.

How utterly beautiful his daughter was, her smile, her eyes, her mouth, how stunningly captivating, her little pussy, his daughter’s beautiful bald little mound, her pink little slit…he imagined sliding his fingers under her shorts and touching her, licking her, pleasuring his little girl, his own daughter making him so hard. He wanted to reach up and pull her to him. He wanted to bury his face between her young legs, lick her soft little pussy.

He breathed in the sight of her coltish legs and torso so elongated, older now, and looked up into her eyes, and smiled knowingly, this time though like a lover looks at his partner, blood rushing to his throbbing aching hard cock, him pressing the back of his hand down against it under the paper, lifting his hips in sync with hers, watching his daughter dance for him.

Jill was loving the way Öğrenci porno her father looked at her, “this is how…the girl did it, on TV…Daddy,” she said breathily, aroused, excited seeing her handsome father staring right at her barely covered creamy wet little pussy as she gyrated, seeing him pressing his cock against his arm, him fucking his hips up toward her staring at her swollen hot tingling breasts.

She felt terribly naughty; what she was doing was maybe wrong to be doing to her father, but looking down into his eyes the way she was and the smoldering way he looked back at her she couldn’t stop. The minute she decided to leave dancing in front of her mirror and into her father’s bedroom, she wasn’t a little girl anymore; she was dancing for him, his own little whore slippery hot wet, her entire body tingling. His staring at her made her feel even more sexy even more sexual, even more like the little whore she imagined herself being for him when she touched herself at night. She saw his cock under the covers, saw it lift the newspaper up, again, and then again, and felt wickedly naughty. She’d made him hard, her father, visualizing his cock thick and straining lifting up the blanket and newspaper him trying in vain to conceal it. She saw him press his arm down on top of his erection, and his hips rise once, twice, rubbing himself. She wanted to see it, up close, hold it in her warm little hands, her father’s cock, raging thick and meaty smooth soft hard and wanting to be inside her. She imagined his cock must be wet with pre-cum like her boyfriend’s, imagined herself licking it, tasting him, her father’s arousal, his need.

She’d seen him naked before, peeking into his bath when he was showering, his long thick hard cock standing up soapy and glistening and so, so beautiful. She’d run back into her room and climbed under her covers rubbing herself to orgasm touching herself imagining his warm wet mouth sucking her hot puffy swollen breasts, imagined him pulling on his cock in the shower having seen her, his hands all soapy touching her everywhere at once, her pulling on it for him, like the man with the woman in the magazine she’d taken from his closet, the magazine that had inspired her to peek on her father, to think about him that way.

Jill was delighting in watching her Daddy lying just beneath her, as turned on as she was, responding to her, aroused by her, his little girl his daughter his private little whore her eyes gushed she was into his.

“Daddy, let me show you…how the girl in the movie did it, except Daddy,” she paused, making a little girl pouty expression and so aroused she spoke in an almost whisper, “the girl on the TV, she-she wasn’t wearing panties, so, I should do it…like that, too, don’t you think, Papa?”

She watched her father’s eyes spark and smile, his mouth hanging open in anticipation.

Before he could even answer, even if he could answer, she’d stepped over his legs, straddling him at his knees turned and bent over right above him, him looking right between her legs, at her perfect soft round bottom.

Looking into her father’s eyes, she tugged her panties down one side at a time in rhythm to the music, wiggling her bottom provocatively her handsome father breathless; all he could think was, “My god, my sexy little baby.”

His heart pounding he desperately wanted to pull on his cock as he watched his daughter, pressing his wrist against it making him see stars, his thoughts perfectly on her, imagining, fantasizing, watching her movements as if in slow motion, savoring her every little twist and turn of her lovely tender hips, wanting to see her soft sweet cunny.

Jill turned slowly her breasts visibly swollen, her soft feminine hips rocking and swaying more deliberately, slowing, accentuating her heat like the woman in the movie arousing herself, her smiles flashing hot, her face flushed now too, biting her lower lip, her visibly excited, making herself so wet she needed something inside her to fill that place deep in her warm little belly.

She pictured her father’s cock, and felt it deep in her core, felt her cream dripping down the insides of her soft pearly bare inner thighs igniting in her a roiling steamy lust for him his incestuous hot hard daddy-cock, her eyes flashing into his, licking her lips, her father’s…cock.

He saw that look in her eyes as she tipped her panties down provocatively, teasing, her bald mound satiny shiny bare smooth, her boy-shorts revealing a damp spot over her warm little hole.

She saw her father’s cock jump as he stared at her bald little mound, a glimpse of her, of what was to come, tantalizing, performing for him.

She smiled powerfully, pushing her panties down even further, past the cleft of her bare soft little baby cunny.

Seeing him draw in his breath, him lick his lips looking at her dripping pink slit, him unable to pull his eyes away from her tender bare groin, willing her to reveal herself, to show him all of her, she turned again, teasing him, wriggling her hips, pushing her bottom out, her father now more openly rubbing his cock under the covers.

She could see it, its outline…it was huge and thick and hard, much bigger than her boyfriends, and her incestuous thoughts made her gush creamy hot wet. The thought of his cock, her father’s cock touching her wet little cunny made her gush and her knees weak. She swiveled and rocked her hips, staring at it, moving her hips as if her father’s cock were inside her. Rhythmically undulating she tipped her panties down in front again, bending over at the waist, causing her t-shirt to raise up over the lower swell of her breasts, her nipples threatening to show themselves too, giving him a first real and total peek at her perfect bald little cunny, her pink wet little slit.

He drew in his breath, his eyes big, his cock lifting the blanket.

“Do I…dance good, Daddy?” Jill asked breathlessly looking her father right in the eyes, both so aroused they were both dripping hot wet with incestuous desire.

Her little slit, her beautiful belly, her perfectly smooth mons, her incredible thighs, his lovely beautiful little baby, his cock so throbbing hot hard he was lifting his hips without realizing.

Looking right at his daughters shiny little pussy he growled, “Mmmgghhhyes baby, Daddy thinks you’re an amazing dancer, better than the girl on t.v.” acknowledging he knew the movie she was imitating.

“Do you like…dancing for Daddy, sweetie?” he asked looking right into his daughter’s beautiful eyes, already knowing the answer, not really asking the question.

Jill nodded, biting her lower lip. She stood transfixed, swiveling her little hips, biting her lower lip, her father’s little girl again, her panties pushed down, her bald little cunny exposed to him, her father’s gaze making her creamy little pussy throb.

She’d hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her loose boy-shorts and swiveled her hips in slow motion. She wasn’t dancing anymore. She bent at the waist, her legs straight, her movements now, back and forth, staring at his cock under the covers, his gripping it, wagging her little bottom her imagining her rubbing herself on it, it slipping through her creamy little folds, sliding through her wet humming slit. She licked her lips again and bit her lower lip her breath gushing through her nose.

He couldn’t stop himself; he wanted her to see him slide his hand under the covers to rub his swollen hot hard cock. Her eyes followed his hand under the covers, him stroking his erection as she moved above him swaying her little bottom back and forth, looking at his hand under the blankets and then back into his eyes, and back again.

The look on her face was priceless. He felt powerfully sexy too. He looked up at his little baby, his face, savage, hungry for her, her bare belly her soft little pussy her creamy wet little slit; he could smell her, her sex, her dripping wet creamy soft cunt, her glowing heart-shaped little bottom wriggling so provocatively, her bare bald little cunny calling to him, the way she bent her knees, rocked her hips, gyrating, not because she was dancing anymore, but because her swollen hot little cunt was on fire for him, dripping slippery hot, creamy wet, her hands cupping up under her swollen breasts, his little lover.

Jill turned and arching her back provocatively bent over. Her legs spread open, her little bottom pushed out, her frilly boy-shorts down over her bottom past the opening of her thighs her beautiful bald hot cunny fully on display, her smooth bald dripping wet little pussy from behind, pink and swollen.

The newspaper fell off the bed, her father jacking his cock staring at his little girl’s ripe dripping little baby cunny.

She pushed her panties down until they slid delicately over her smooth bare thighs, down her glistening bare calves, and in time to the music stepped out of them perfectly feminine, so tiny, so petite, so girlishly fragile just like the woman had done in the movie making the man watching her growl with want.

Standing above her father, straddling his legs, she turned facing him, her pussy glistening wet, her sweet little slit open and revealing her pink inner folds. She heard the rumbling growl rise deep in her father’s chest.

He stared directly at his little girl’s perfectly smooth slit, his daughter so close he could smell her fragrance, his daughter smiling down at him, a look of pure flushed sexual arousal in her eyes.

She lowered herself sitting on him straddling his waist, her warm heat and weight crushing into the bloated swollen need of his throbbing hard cock as she began humping her father’s lap. A look on her face feigning she was still just dancing for him making the moment all the more incestuously hot, fervently naughty, the two dancing on that precipice, father and daughter, incestuous lovers, the ultimate taboo so natural and necessary and absolute in that devastating moment when her bald little slippery wet sex touched the bare underside of father’s raging hot hard cock rising out from under the covers under her, grazing through her buttery wet folds, electric seething humming, a moment full of a power neither of them from that moment on would ever get enough of.

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He could feel his heart drop as he treaded into the dungeon. His hands, cuffed behind his back felt sore. His captor was behind him, pushing him along. He didn’t dare look back. When they reached the center of the dark chamber, she stepped in front and motioned him to stop.

In the dim candlelight, he could just make the feint outline of his captor. The woman was half a foot shorter than him, but felt much taller. Her dark hair stopped just above her shoulders. She grabbed his upper arm and yanked him down to his knees. He looked up, she towered over him. Now she was at the right height.

“Oh, this is going to be fun,” she laughed. Her voice felt sweet in his ears, made his skin crawl. It was a high pitched voice with the presence of a deep voice.

“You have a name, don’t you?” She asked.

“Yes, it’s— ” He started.

Her hand whipped across his face. He nearly toppled over from the force of it.

“Wrong. You have no name. Not in here.” She paused, briefly, and knelt down to his level. “You know, when I say things, you should reply ‘yes Mistress’. That’s how I know you’re listening. Can you be a good listener? Can you do that for me?” With every sentence her voice grew sweeter.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied. He faced down and blinked away the few tears that had begun to form in his eyes. His face still stung red.

“Good.” She said softly. It was still dark but he could feel the warmth of her smile.

Shink.

He looked back up at her. The light from the candle glimmered off a small, metallic object in her hands. A knife. He took deneme bonusu veren siteler shallow, quick breathes as she brought the knife to his body. She cut down the side of his shirt, ripping it open and tore it off his torso. He was surprised to feel no cut on his body.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you yet.” The words echoed in his mind.

She did the same with his pants, leaving him naked on the cold, stone floor.

“Now, slave, we can begin.”

She walked around the room, lighting more candles. Each tap of her high heels against the stone felt like gunshots in his mind.

With the light of the extra candles he could start to make out more of this woman. She wore a shiny leather bra, barely hiding two round breasts. Her pants were also shiny leather and wrapped tightly around her ass. There was something at her waste that he couldn’t quite make out. She lit the last candle and he could see it. A small dildo, strapped onto her pelvis, stared back at him. His mouth felt dry and his heart dropped further. She walked back to him, this time stopping just behind him.

“Come on now,” she said, reaching down to his cuffed hands. She interlocked her fingers with his and pulled him up. Touching her hand made his start to sweat.

Once up, she guided him to side of the room. Reluctantly he followed, whimpering as he moved.

At the edge of the room was a table. At first it looked like a regular table, but getting closer revealed three belt straps. One at the center of the table and two at the bottoms of the table fransız ruleti legs.

She strapped the two lower belts to his ankles, much tighter than he was comfortable with. His feet grew numb with the lack of blood flow.

He felt a force as she shoved hands against his upper back, bending him over the table. She tied the third strap around his neck, trapping him bent at a 90 degree angle.

“Please,” he whined. “Don’t.”

She lashed her hand against his bare ass. His face still stung from the first hit, and this was harder.

“Don’t you fucking dare tell me what to do.” The sweetness of her voice was gone now. It was sour now. He tried blinking away the tears, but there were too many this time. One dripped down his cheek.

She pushed up against his hole with the strap-on. This felt like nothing he had ever experienced before. This was new, and heavenly. The bliss quickly turned to pain as she ripped further inside.

Thrust.

She pushed herself deeper than he thought was possible. When he saw the dildo, he thought it was small, but now it felt like the largest dick in the world. He exhaled a breath of relief as she started to pull back out.

Thrust.

In an instant that relief was gone. She was in deeper this time and held it there. He felt the coldness of her leather pants pressed again his ass. She was in as deep as she could go. He would have been thankful that this was as far as she could go, but even this was too far. She held there for what felt like minutes. He bit down on his tongue to mobil rulet distract from the pain, and loosened his

bite as she pulled out again.

Thrust.

He bit back down on his tongue. Hard. He tasted blood. She was in all the way once more. There wasn’t any time to think this time as she already

began pulling out again.

Thrust.

“You’re enjoying it, aren’t you?” She asked.

Thrust.

He whimpered.

Thrust.

“I hope that means yes,” she laughed.

Thrust.

Her rhythm steadied at a brisk pace. Each thrust felt worse than the last. The pain in his ass was building up. She kept going until his ass felt on fire from the friction. She slowed her pace, and pulled it all the way out.

“God that’s a nice workout.” She said. The sweetness of her voice was back.

His jaw trembled.

“I said,” she said. “That is a nice workout.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He was barely able to get that out.

She undid the straps around his neck and legs and gently lifted him up. The two stood face to face now. She inched closer, glancing down at his lips.

Their faces were an inch a part and she kissed him passionately. He was shocked at first and then kissed back. Their tongues intertwined, the heavenly bliss was back. All the pain he had experienced just moments before had washed away, and the fear he had was replaced by. . . Love? This woman was a stranger but this kiss felt like the sweetest devotion in the world. He adored her. Her left arm grabbed him tightly by his hair while her right arm suspiciously reached behind her.

They continued kissing and he jolted when he felt something scrape against his cock. He pulled his head back and looked down. A small chastity cage enveloped his dick. A hefty lock kept it shut.

“I can’t wait for the next session,” she said, and pecked him on his cheek.

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The young girl poked the old man and said, “Scoot over.”

“Sure.” He moved over in the booth and she slid in beside him. The old man looked puzzled when he said, “Who are you?’

“I’m Jo, your waitress and I need your order. You’ve seen me in here lots of times before, you old coot.”

He eyed this hard bodied, beautiful young girl when he said, “Yeah, I think so, but why are you sitting so close to me?

“You remind me of my grandpa and I like the way you smell. What’s your name and what do you want to order?”

“I’m Ed. Just bring me some coffee and a piece of apple pie. How old are you and why are you feeling my crotch like that?”

“I’m 22 and I wanted to see if you could get a hard on. Yep, it’s getting bigger. How old are you?”

“I’m 64 and I can get a hard on any time I want, and I just happen to want to get one on right now.”

“Good, it feels nice and big. Why don’t you come home with me and meet my Granny. She’ll give you a free piece of ass and maybe a blowjob. She’s slim and very good looking.”

“What about you? Do I get something from you for free too?”

“Maybe. Lets see how you do with my Granny first. I’ll bring you your pie and coffee and meet you outside when I get off at 3 o’clock.”

By 3:15, the gray-haired old man with a hard on was ready to give up but he decided to wait just a few more minutes. At 3:40 he was still loitering by the door when the petite beauty exited the diner, wearing jeans and a halter-top that did little to harness her ample, unsupported breasts. He couldn’t help but admire the way they jiggled when she walked and her over all confident poise and surprisingly good looks. Her short light brown hair was damp and she smelled of a fragrant soap. It was obvious that she had just showered.

She walked up to him and grabbed the bulge in his pants. “I see you’ve still got your hard on. Good, Granny will like that.” Arm in arm they walked slowly down the block, away from the diner. “She hasn’t been fucked for a couple of weeks. When was the last sanal rulet time you had a piece of ass?”

“I think it was this morning. I live in that retirement home around the corner. There are a lot more women in there than men and most of the men are impotent. The women are horny all the time so I usually get all the sex I want. Sometimes I can’t keep up and have to turn them down.”

“Then why come home with me?”

“You are young and pretty so maybe your granny is too. Almost all the girls in the home are in their 70’s so it would be nice to have one that isn’t all wrinkled. Besides, I was hoping I could get a shot at you.”

“Hum, we’ll see about that. Okay, here we are. It’s apartment 24 on the second floor.”

Inside, the apartment was neat, clean and warm and cozy but there is no sign of anyone else.

“Where’s your granny?”

“She must have gone out. Want a beer?”

“Sure”

Jo disappeared into what Ed assumed was the kitchen. She appeared three or four minutes later, completely nude and holding a bottle of Bud Lite. Her large, perfectly formed beasts with silver dollar sized areolas and erect pink nipples were bare.

“Jeez, you sure have a nice body. I love big titties like that.”

“Thank you. Would you like to kiss or suck on them?”

“Oh god, yes.”

“Do you eat pussy?”

“I sure do, I’ve been told I’m an expert.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

She moved to him, handed him the beer and began to unbuckle his belt.

“Come on Ed, You can help a little.”

Quick as a flash, his shoes, socks, shirt and trousers were in a pile in the middle of the floor, leaving him standing there in only his boxers. She pulled them down, exposing a very large, fat semi-hard penis.

He scooped her up in his arms just as she said, “Boy, you got a big one. I’d like to feel that inside me.”

In the bedroom, he deposited her in a sitting position on the edge of the bed then pushed her over backwards, knelt on his knees in front blackjack of her and put her legs on his shoulders. She let out a moan of delight as he buried his face in her hairless pussy and stabbed at it with his tongue.

“Oh God, that’s good!”

“MPPPHHH”

“Oh, that’s the spot. Keep doing that.”

“SLUURRPP”

In minutes, she was moaning and writhing in ecstasy. “Oh my God, you’re good. I’m so close. Oh, now, NOW NOW!”

“GLOOOMP”

Her body was arched hard against his face as he used his tongue to bring her to a fantastic orgasm. He prodded, poked and sucked until her juices quit flowing and she was begging for mercy.

She was just lying there, writhing in ecstasy when he crouched over her and inserted his fat, hard cock into her wet pussy.

“Oh, god, that feels good.”

“Yep it does, doesn’t it? Do you think your granny will like it?”

“My granny already loves it. My Granny is what I call my pussy. Now shut up and fuck me.”

She was surprised at the old man’s stamina as he drove his hard cock into her slippery cunt time after time. She was very close to her second climax and he hadn’t slowed down at all. Ed was relishing the feeling of his massive cock sliding in and out of this young, sweet, well-lubricated box. His eyes were closed and he was lost in the fantasy of his youth when he could fuck for hours and then do it all over again after just a few minutes rest.

“Oh my God, I’m cumming again! Oh Now, keep doing that. Oh yesss!”

He felt her entire body stiffen as she went over the edge of orgasm into the depths of sexual release. In a few minutes she was limp but twitched each time he slid his prick into her.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked that good before. Please stop for a minute and I will give you the best blowjob you ever had.”

“UG – not – quite – yet – UG -I’m – gonna – cum – too! AAAHHHH!”

With a powerful shove he shot a massive load of his semen into her. She could feel its warmth and each pulse of bingo it as in jetted up her cunt.

“God, what a load. It must be running out of me.”

The old man smiled and said, “Why don’t you climb on me sixty-nine style and give me that blow job you promised and I’ll clean you up with my tongue.”

“OK, but I think your pecker has gone limp.”

“It has, but you’ve missed something if you never sucked a soft one that has cum and pussy juice all over it. I love to eat a freshly fucked cunt, one with my jitsum oozing out of it.”

Without waiting for an answer, he sat her on his chest, placed her in the sixty-nine position and stuck his tongue into her slit. He had been licking and sucking a couple of minutes before she finally took his flaccid penis in her mouth.

Within minutes, the young girl was writhing in passion each time the old man stabbed her with his tongue. She was grinding her sloppy pussy against his mouth and had long since forgotten his limp cock. It was obvious she was caught in the throes of another massive organism. Her juices were running down the sides of his face as she twitched in submission to his tongue.

“Oh, that was so good. My heart is beating a hundred miles an hour.”

“Thank you. I know you wanted to get fucked and you targeted me to do it. But why me, when there are so many horny young bucks around?”

“Well. My aunt, Helen O’Malley, lives in that same retirement home that you do. She said you were the best lover she ever had and that you were a world-class pussy eater. Most of the young guys around here are thirty second wonders. You touch their dicks and they cum in less than thirty seconds and leave you wondering what happened. Most of them won’t eat pussy. With you, I had three orgasms in two hours.”

“Two hours, holy shit! What time is it?”

“About 5:30. What’s the matter?”

“I’ve got to get back. Dinner is at 6:00 and I’ve got a date to watch a porno movie with Betty Williams at 8:00. I think it’s ‘DEEP THROAT’.”

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Dale and Liz Do Mom

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I hadn’t meant for this to be a two (or more) part story but it seemed to demand it, also, I had a request for a second part. The first part is titled Dale. So here is the second part. I’m thinking of a Chapter 3, but I don’t know yet, my time is at a premium.

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DALE’S MOM

It had been a long and exhausting day and all Susan wanted to do was get home and pour a glass of red wine. She was ten minutes from her house and the traffic was beginning to back up and she began to swear. Usually when this happened she didn’t let it bother her, but she was going on four hours of sleep and a crushing work load.

It had taken her twenty minutes to complete the usual ten minute drive and by the time she was out of the car and the garage door was only half closed, she was already opening the buttons on her blouse. She slammed the kitchen door and headed straight for the liquor cabinet and poured a healthy glass of wine. She tossed her blouse onto a nearby chair and sprawled on the sofa in the den. She kicked off her shoes and swallowed half the glass of wine and sighed with relief.

Dale, her eldest, was home from college for the summer and he had a job but he usually didn’t get home till late, but now it was past nine and he wasn’t in which meant that he was with his friends. His sister Elizibeth was working part time but she had said she’d be with her friends which for her that meant that she wouldn’t be home till at least midnight. Susan had the house to herself.

She loosened the button and zipper of her skirt and lay back on the sofa, not wanting to move anything but the arm with the wine glass at the end of it. It wasn’t long before the glass was empty and she was dozing off. Soon the glass fell from her hand and her head bowed down and she was sound asleep.

The moment she had left her office she had removed the band that held her dark up in a bun and now it had fallen loosely halfway down her back. The hair had fallen forward and her face was half hidden and it was this way Liz saw her an hour later when she got home. Her mother wearing a lacy, black push-up bra that barely covered her nipples and her skirt open. She wasn’t wearing a slip so her panties were nearly visible. Liz wondered if she was wearing panty-hose or a garter belt.

She poured herself a glass of wine and sat down to study her mother. She was lovely, but she was also half naked and her brother Dale would be home soon. So what should she do about her it? She could wake her and send her to bed or she could get a blanket and cover her, or she could wait for Dale and they could carry her to bed.

She’d seen her mother naked but that had been years ago, now, laying there with her hair in her face and wearing nothing but a bra and skirt was rather erotic. Liz found this exciting and tried to think why she found her mother so. She wanted to pull her mom’s skirt off to see if her panties matched her bra and whether or not she was wearing panty-hose, mostly she wanted to see what her mother looked like naked.

She poured another glass of wine and stood beside her mother trying to make a decision. As she starred at her mother she decided the heck with it, and setting down her wine glass she carefully pulled her skirt of. She dropped the skirt on the floor and looked at her mom. She had black lacy panties that matched her lacy bra and Liz took in a sharp breath. Through the material she could see that her mother shaved her pussy and that surprised the girl. She casino siteleri giggled.

But now she wanted to see her mother’s naked pussy, see what her lips looked like and if they looked like hers. She watched her mother’s face, making sure she was still sleeping soundly and after several minutes she thought she could go ahead. First, she needed another sip of wine. Now she was ready and with a deep breath she took hold of the waist band and started pulling the panties down, past her knees then off altogether. Liz stood and looked at her mom’s pussy and smiled. Bending down she got her mother’s ankles and spread her legs apart until she could see all of her pussy.

It was beautiful! The lips were closed so that they made just a slit between her legs and that was what Liz’s pussy looked like until she was aroused. Then the lips parted and the inner lips opened like a flower. Liz could feel her juices running down her legs, her panties were soaked and she loved it. Also she was so horney she could hardly stand it. And that meant she wasn’t done with her mother yet. Carefully she reached behind her and unclipped her bra and pulled it away from her tits.

Except that her mom’s tits were bigger than hers, they looked the same. Both had protruding nipples and the areoles were darker. Liz sat down on the chair across from the sofa and stared at her naked mother. She slid her hand down the front of her pants and began rubbing her pussy. She slid her fingers between her pussy lips which were getting wetter and wetter. Slowly she was working her way to a climax but first she had to take her pants and panties all the way off. Now she was naked from the waist down, her legs spread wide, and she was rubbing her pussy with one hand and her clit with the other. She inserted three fingers into her cunt and fucked herself as hard and as fast as she could. It wasn’t long before she was cumming, trying hard not to scream.

Her orgasm has started somewhere in her brain and rocketed all the way down to her toes and back up again, slamming into her cunt with the force of a mac truck. For several minutes her hips bucked up and her body rocked to the multiple orgasms before she finally stopped cumming. She was near to passing out, sweat was rolling down her body. She quickly shucked her blouse and bra and now she was naked, too.

It was then that Dale came home and before Liz knew it he was standing in the living room door looking at the two naked women. “Liz! What the …?

Liz shushed him, “mom’s asleep, keep your voice down.”

He hissed at her, “what the fuck is going on here? Why are you guys doing naked?”

“Mom was asleep on the couch, she had her skirt open and her blouse off. I think she was drinking.”

“That doesn’t explain why she’d completely naked.”

“I undressed her, dummy.”

“What the fuck for? Couldn’t you just wake her and send her up to bed?”

“I could of but I didn’t, I wanted to see her naked.”

“Are you turning into a lesbian?”

“No fucking way, asshole, I love cocks too much!”

“Yeah? So why are you naked? Your cunt is all wet, are you jerking off?”

“What do you think?”

“So you got mom naked, so you could get naked and jerk off?”

“Yeah, you got a problem with that?”

“Fuck, now what? We can’t leave her like that.”

“We can carry her upstairs and put her to bed.”

“Right.” For the first time Dale began to look at his mom. She had a gorgeous body and he had to wonder what it would be like to fuck her. He loved the way her pussy looked and wondered what it would look like when she got hot. Her tits were like Liz’s and he wanted to play with them. Hell, he’d fucked Liz once already, but it was a wham bam sort of thing. He had shoved amerikan ruleti his cock in her and fucked like a rabbit until he shot his cum and then pulled out. He wanted to take time with her now and give her a proper fucking.

“Okay, I’ll take her shoulders and you get her feet, but move up so you can get her by the back of her knees,” Dale said.

He got her under the arms and around her chest just under her tits, and giggling, Liz got between her legs where she had a perfect view of her mom’s pussy. She wondered what it would taste like and if she would ever get a chance to find out.

Walking slowly backward Dale made his way to the stairs with Liz following. Slowly they made their way up the stairs and into her bedroom. Gently they laid her on the edge of the bed and pulled the covers down on the other side then moved her over there and pulled the rest of the covers down. Their chore done they both stood and looked at their naked mom. Liz, naked was dripping pussy juice down her legs and Dale’s hard on was beginning to leak pre-cum.

“What now?”

“What do you mean, what now?” Dale was sure he knew what she was talking about but he wanted to hear her say it.

“Wouldn’t you like to touch her pussy, if not with your tongue then you fingers?” Liz smirked.

“You lick her pussy, you’re the one who wants too.”

“You’re a sissy!”

“Fuck you.”

“Well then, lick her pussy.” Liz challenged.

“What, you think I’m scared?”

“Yes.”

“Aw fuck you.” And with that Dale took a deep breath and bent over, his nose less than an inch from that glorious pussy. A faint scent rose from it and it was intoxicating. Putting out his tongue he slowly licked her from the bottom of her pussy to the top then back down again. This was awesome! He licked her again top to bottom and back again. About the forth time he pushed his tongue between her lips and got the first glorious taste of his mom’s pussy juices and he loved it. He continued licking her pussy, inside and outside and having the good sense to avoid her clit, that would surely wake her. And that was the last thing he wanted. He pushed his tongue deeper into her cunt and fucked her with it, wishing it was his cock, but hopefully that would come later. He felt a tap on his shoulder and looked up.

“My turn,” Liz said.

“What?”

“Yeah, move your ass I want a taste too. Watch so she doesn’t wake up.”

Reluctantly Dale moved away but now without one final lick. Liz bent over her mother’s pussy and didn’t hesitate for a moment. She had her tongue between the lips and was licking fast and furious. This was the first time she’d tasted pussy and she loved it, in her mind she make sure that she would get more.

She licked for several minutes and now the juice from her mother’s cunt was flowing fast, puddling around her ass, soaking the bed. That didn’t stop Liz, she licked as much juice from her ass as she could. Dale tapped her on the shoulder. He was naked and he had his massive hard cock in his hand and jerking off. He wanted to lick more pussy while he jerked off. Liz had another idea. When Dale resumed licking his mother’s cunt Liz took over jerking him off. Life, he thought, doesn’t get any better than this.

If either sibling had bothered to look they would see that Susan’s eyes were open just a tiny bit and she had a little smile on her face. Dale’s licking was getting him closer to her clit and if he could hear her thoughts he’d know it was time to start sucking on it. But he couldn’t and he was concerned that that would wake her.

Liz had never had a cock in her mouth, let alone one this big, but she was doing the best she could and loving every second of it. She was hoping that she could avrupa ruleti get him to cum in her mouth but she had to see if her mother was still sleeping. She was amazed that she could sleep through all this. But that was okay, maybe next time they could play when they were all awake.

Dale was running out of control and now he was sucking his mother’s clit and fucking her with three fingers. Liz, working hard on his cock had him seconds from cumming, he stiffened, he felt his balls beginning to let go and suddenly he was shooting streams and streams of cum into Liz’s mouth and down her throat. His mother was cumming too, but she tried hard to control herself, not wanting them to know she was awake, but her orgasm, like her son’s was earth-shattering.

Dale fell away from his mother and leaning against the bed, sat on the floor trying to get his breath. He had a smile from ear to ear, his cock was still semi-stiff and oozing cum. Liz sat there looking at it and decided this was too much to waste. She slide it into her mouth again and sucked on it till there was nothing left to suck out. But this time Dale’s cock was hard again.

“Do you think mom came?”

“I think so, she was moving around, and thanks for the blow job. Your first one?”

“Yep, good, huh?”

“Yes it was.”

“Okay, you and mom got off, now what about me? What are you going to do to get me off?”

“See this hard cock here, sticking straight up in the air? You can sit on it.”

Liz got up and straddling her brother’s lap, placing his cock at the entrance to her cunt, slowly sliding down on it. She loved the way her pussy felt being stretched out by such a magnificent cock. Slowly she slid down, relishing the feeling that it had on the inside of her pussy. At first she didn’t think she could take it all the way in, but before long she was feeling his balls against her ass. She was riding his cock, loving the feeling of every stroke, the way it felt against the walls inside her pussy. And the stretching, she couldn’t believe how wonderful that felt inside her cunt.

For several minutes she kept a steady pace, not wanting to cum, but simply to feel his cock inside her cunt. She didn’t know how long she could put off an orgasm, but she held her pace. As it turned out her brother wasn’t going to hold out that long and he began ramming his cock into her hard and fast.

She couldn’t help it, she matched his speed and Dale went stiff and so did Liz and both started cumming at the same time. Dale was pumping stream after stream of cum into his sister’s cunt and she was pouring out her pussy juice down his cock, balls and onto his ass. After several moments their orgasms were slowly faded and they collapsed against one another. Dale loved the feeling of his sister’s tits against his chest, they were small and firm and the nipples were rock hard.

If they would have paid attention they would have seen their mother leaning over the edge of the bed watching them, and fingering herself. And her two lovely children fucking their brains out. It wasn’t long before she had three fingers in her pussy and a couple from the other hand twisting and teasing her clit. She still had her son’s cum running down her legs as well as her own pussy juice and she wanted more, but not tonight.

She watched as they began to cum and she worked her fingers even faster until she too had a most intense orgasm. She couldn’t remember if she’d ever cum so fantastically. But she was shaking all over, rolling over on her back with her legs still spread wide apart and her fingers still in her pussy, moving slowly and sensuously.

She was thinking about fucking her children. She knew that there was not only moral issues involved, but there was also the legal aspect of it. But she had felt her son’s cock in her and she wanted more of it. And her daughter’s lovely little shaved pussy was a sight to behold and she thought it would be the perfect to put her tongue. Her fingers were still busy as she slowly drifted off too sleep, her legs spread wide.

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Loren’s Run Ch. 05

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Before we reached Chloe’s bedroom, Loren and Chloe stopped to kiss in the hallway. That gave me a chance to get ahead of them and to listen at the bedroom door before going in. I was certain that I had heard Chloe talking to someone when we walked in her house.

I opened the door cautiously at first and peeked in. The late afternoon light was streaming in and it gave the room a yellow glow. I looked back at the women. Chloe had dropped to her knees and she was peeling off Loren’s shorts. They were apparently oblivious to me. I opened the door slowly and walked in to the room. There was no one there to greet me, kindly or otherwise. I did see that the window on the near side of the room was wide open. There was a flicker of movement just outside the window that caught my peripheral vision. I walked to the window, pushed the dark curtain aside and looked around.

At first my heart nearly stopped as I was looking directly at a dark creature just outside the window frame. After blinking and catching my breath I realized it was one of the scarecrows I had seen walking in. In fact, it was the one wearing my black sweater. I stepped back into the room and drew the curtains closed behind me. As with the rest of the interior of the house, her bedroom looked entirely normal. There was a queen sized bed against the far wall with a wrought iron headboard and frame. As opposed to the rest of the house, the floor was carpeted with a dark burber. The walls were painted white and the ceiling was painted sky blue. That seemed like an odd reversal to me. There were a myriad of candles on both her nightstand and on her mirrored dresser.

There was a large leather bound book and three wine glasses on the nightstand. Had she really been preparing for the three of us to be here? I heard a guttural growl from outside the bedroom door and went back to see what was happening. Chloe was still on her knees and was trying to lick Loren’s vagina. Loren had a handful of Chloe’s dark hair and was holding her away. “I told you, not yet!” Loren said in a firm voice. Chloe growled again. Loren stepped around Chloe and walked up to me. “Is everything okay? Are you ready?” I nodded my head.

She said. “You were right about how sexual she is I think that sex is the source of her powers.” She looked back at Chloe, now on her hands and knees. “And she is very powerful. I think that the necklace has confused her a little…that and my empathic sexuality have her a little high. Sex is like a drug to her.”

Chloe had told me that Loren was a remarkable woman, and that she didn’t think I knew how remarkable she was. She was right about that, but she was wrong in thinking that she understood more about Loren than I did. I had been under Loren’s spell for many months bahis siteleri now. I knew that there was something supernatural about her, especially sexually. Chloe was lying on the floor with a finger inserted into her pussy. She was moaning loudly.

Loren hugged me and whispered into my ear. “I am going to bring her in here and I am going to tell her to fuck you like there is no tomorrow. I think that you will be pleased with the result.”

She kissed the side of my face and continued. “I am going to get the necklace and the money from the car and come back in and rest for a little bit. Seducing her is fun but taxing. When I come back in I am going to let her pleasure me.”

She paused for a moment. “Don’t come inside of her. I think that’s where her vitality comes from.”

I wondered for a moment where Loren’s vitality came from, and how many gallons of my cum she had inside of her.

Loren smiled as if she could read my thoughts. She turned around and helped Chloe to her feet, and led her to the bed. She turned back the covers and motioned for me to come lay down. Knowing what was about to happen, my cock was standing at attention. I flopped on to the bed and lay on my back, staring at the light blue ceiling. Loren was whispering in Chloe’s ear. Chloe turned to me and smiled. She crawled on to the bed and immediately engulfed my twitching dick in her mouth. Loren stood in the doorway watching for a moment. Then she grabbed a silk robe that was hanging on the back of Chloe’s bedroom door and disappeared.

I started to let my brain shut down. I always imagined that there were two miniature beings that controlled my body. In my brain was the boss…kind of a superman looking creature. He was brilliant and strong and controlled nearly everything that I did from reading to running. However, as soon as my dick got hard, there was an impish gnome in my balls that took over. I could just imagine the guy upstairs closing the door and turning off the lights. Before the door closed, he would reach out and hang a sign that read “do not disturb…be back later.” Then he would flip a switch that gave all control to the guy downstairs.

The gnome had very little intelligence. He was pure instinct. His only job was sex and he excelled at his work. Right now the guy downstairs was now in control. I closed my eyes and focused on the frenzied blowjob that I was receiving.

As long as I had known Chloe, we had never had sex like this. In fact, I am not sure that she had ever put my cock into her mouth before. She had always simply loved to fuck, and she was insatiable. Now she was grunting and groaning and her head was bobbing maniacally.

“Chloe…slow down!” I said. She slid her mouth away from my cock, online casinolar dripping sliva as she did. She was breathing so hard I thought she might hyperventilate. “Look at me.” I said.

She looked up at me. Her eyes were flashing and her breasts were shiny from the spit dripping from her chin.

“Please make love to me, Chloe.” I whispered. I wanted her, and I wanted her to slow down. I looked up and saw Loren’s silhouette in the doorway. She dropped the robe that she was wearing and came and sat at the foot of the bed. She ran one hand down the center of Chloe’s back and told her to do as I had asked.

She crawled up slowly and straddled over my throbbing cock. Her breathing had slowed some and she was starting to act more like the Chloe that I had always known. She reached between her legs and positioned my erection as she slowly lowered herself. As I slid into her we both gasped. She began to rock on top of me. She had her eyes closed and she was mumbling something rhythmic over and over. Because the guy downstairs was still in charge, my hearing was dull and muted. As she rocked faster she also spoke louder. I started to move with her. She began to pogo up and down on my throbbing dick. I matched her movement and soon we were slapping hard against each other. She was now speaking loud enough for me to hear her.

“Cuminmebaby, cuminmebaby…cumcumcuminmebaby.” She said over and over. She had a hand cupping each breast but they were still flopping up and down with each stroke. She repositioned herself so that she was now squatting over me, bouncing up and down as fast as she could.

I was reaching that point where the guy downstairs was about to pull the “release” lever when I remembered Loren’s warning. After a few more strokes I slid down slightly as she rose up. When she slammed back down my cock slid up against her ass. That was when I released with a groan, shooting hot cum up her back and into the crack of her ass.

Chloe screamed and reached between her legs and grabbed my cock and tried to stuff it into her dripping hole. “What are you doing?!” She groaned loudly. She looked down at me. Her body was quivering with unreleased passion.

That was when Loren came up behind her and started kissing the nape of her neck. Chloe was still looking down at me with her eyes wide open. She was breathing hard, but I could see her expression begin to soften. Loren reached around and began to massage a small area just below Chloe’s throat.

With that, Chloe’s body began to relax. Her eyes closed and her hands came up from her breasts to cover Loren’s hand at her throat. She turned her head to look at Loren.

“I want you to lay down on your back.” Loren whispered. Chloe immediately gerçek para casinoları complied. Loren’s hand never left its place on Chloe’s throat. I slowly slid over to the far side of the bed by the nightstand and lay on my side so that I could watch. As soon as Chloe had stopped moving, Loren started to kiss all over her body. Again, I knew this routine very well. Loren’s kisses were as light as a butterfly and as powerful as a jolt of 120 volts. I saw Chloe’s body shudder slightly with every kiss. Loren had still not taken her hand from Chloe’s throat.

As she kissed down her stomach, Chloe made a small sound every time Loren’s lips touched her. Oh…oh…oh.” She said very softly. Finally Loren slid her hand down from between Chloe’s. Loren positioned herself between Chloe’s thighs and began to kiss lightly around her swollen labia. This was the first time I had witnessed Loren having sex with a woman, although she had told me on more than one occasion that she enjoyed it.

Chloe’s hips began to gyrate slowly as Loren kissed closer and closer to the heart of her pussy. Without interrupting her rhythm at all, Loren turned her body around so that she was inverted on top of Chloe. She lifted her right leg and positioned herself over Chloe’s face. The she lowered her hips and began to rub her own pussy against Chloe’s lips.

Chloe began to move her own hips faster as I saw Loren’s tongue dart in and out. I could imagine that she was teasing Chloe’s clit. Then I saw her extend her lips and press down against Chloe’s dripping pussy. Chloe groaned and began to attack Loren with long lollipop licks. “Softer…” I heard Loren whisper. Chloe slowed down her pace but continued to press hard against Loren’s clit. “Softer…” Loren said again. Chloe moaned and continued to lick. “SOFTER…let me do it!” Loren said in a gentle yet firm voice. Chloe stopped licking and puckered her mouth. Loren began to run her pussy up and down against the wet, swollen lips.

It was only minutes later that Chloe had her first orgasm. She gasped and said “Oh my GOD!” and I saw a flood of liquid pour out of her vagina onto the white sheet. Her feet rose into the air and twitched uncontrollably and then sank slowly back down to the bed. Loren never stopped what she was doing, but this time she inserted a finger into Chloe’s vagina. After about another minute I saw Chloe have her second orgasm. This one was different…deeper. Chloe’s whole body was shaking.

Just as Chloe’s body was beginning to go limp I saw Loren’s hips press down harder onto Chloe’s mouth. I saw that look in Loren’s face that I knew very well. Her eyes closed tight and her lips pursed, and I watched her body shudder for about ten seconds. Then she drew in a deep breath and as she let it out her whole body relaxed. Loren turned around so that she was lying between Chloe and me. She kissed Chloe on the lips and pulled Chloe’s head down to rest on her breasts. I moved in close behind Loren and put my arms around her. We rested as the last evening light left the room.

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That first week of classes would be fondly looked back on as one of the most purely exciting times of Ginnie’s life. She met dozens of new people, most of them as nervous and eager as she was to get into some kind of rhythm. Her schedule was all mornings–so it left her afternoons relatively dry and open to interpretation.

Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays she had Spanish and Greek–having been talked into the former by her high school guidance counselor and the latter by Tina, who felt that one should be able to make lewd comments in a language only the overly educated would understand. It was a toss up between Latin and Greek, with the only difference being the sheer number of text books (with Latin several pounds ahead, and thus picked over).

Spanish class was a little more traditional than Greek. Where Spanish was a large auditorium in the History Department’s Building, taught to two hundred students at once–where nobody knew anyone’s name that wasn’t one seat away, Greek was a dozen or so people around a conference table in the Religion Department, on the third floor of Gan Hall. Everyone was looking at everyone else all period—which was disturbing and relaxed at the same time.

Ginnie, however, grew fond of her immediate surroundings in Spanish. There was a tall, black fellow to her right who always wore very sharply ironed jeans with a stiff crease in them–he looked like an athlete and stood well over 6′ tall. Maybe 6’6″? 6’8″? Ginnie was horrible at heights. But he smelled nice, and that was a good thing with such close proximity–he came to Spanish talking on a cell phone and smelling like pancakes. She knew his name was Durellion or something like that, but they never really spoke in class. He had a nice smile and wasn’t intimidating.

Tuesdays and Thursdays it was Calculus, English, and Biology. Her math class was just like high school: desks and chairs and teachers and chalk. She always did like math, so this was the easier portion of those mornings. Nobody ever really talked in class, though many fell asleep–she didn’t figure on making any new friends there.

English was a small discussion group of thirty students and one very young looking teacher’s assistant. From what she could glean of the course, she’d never meet the professor–but he’d make tests and require readings and grade essays. Her T.A. was a young man who couldn’t have been more than thirty named Yoseph–he had a faint accent that she couldn’t place, but was energetic when he talked and seemed to ignore the dumb stares he got when asking questions about the readings.

Ginnie felt a little flushed whenever he’d look at her. He was also very tall–though that’s not too hard when you’re a bit short–with brown, faintly graying hair and green eyes. He called her Miss Morris, and she felt a little bit faint whenever he did. So silly, she thought, but Tina had been helping her be o.k. with being a little silly–so no harm there. She’d mentioned Yoseph to Tina, only to be horribly mocked and teased about him well into lunch the next day. She took it in good humor and even made some jokes, herself, about crushing on him.

The campus of the University was, by all accounts, gorgeous. It was one of the things that attracted Ginnie to go there–besides her sister, of course. There were trees and green everywhere, large open areas dedicated to green grass and tall oaks and colorful magnolia trees. Ginnie was used to a colder climate, a place where the green was thick and brushy–here, though, was a place where the green kind of splayed out and relaxed, soaking up the sun.

It was still Summer-ish and the boys and girls (and young men and women) went to and fro in shorts and t-shirts and jeans–casual attire that conflicted with what her and most other freshman were wearing… presses pants, collared shirts, and a look that just screamed “I’m looking my best, please notice!” It was warm enough to be a northern summer, despite being a southern fall here. The sun and humidity won out by nine in the morning, and anyone not ready for some heat wound up succumbing to the elements before breakfast was over.

Tina and Ginnie shared only the one class, Greek. It was full of nerdy types and bookworms, all of them boys, most with disheveled clothing and unkempt features. Both girls took their stares a little differently. Where Tina proceeded to frequently lean over to this fellow or that fellow, picking different ones to sit by each day, leaning close and whispering so very near their ear for help on this or “what did the professor say?” kind of artifices; Ginnie was more comfortable sitting there and trying not to make eye contact with any of them, though her and Tina traded funny drawings of one particularly intent and angry boy at the end of the table named Carlos.

After the first week of classes, with the first weekend’s arrival, it seemed as though Tina and Ginnie had known each other for years. They caught lunch together three times a week, and saw each other for dinner and evening dorm visits with other girls every night. They were almost canlı bahis inseparable. If Tina was walking up to a guy to ask for a cigarette and a light (and coming in very close to get the latter for the former), it was Ginnie sitting on the bench laughing at the poor boy’s “deer in the headlights” reaction. And if Ginnie was missing an opportunity to meet someone new, it was Tina introducing her instead. Time spent around Tina was time she, magically, found herself not tripping over her own words or being awkward. She didn’t know whether that was more because of Tina’s flamboyant nature rubbing off a bit, or because college was just a different place.

And all during that week, Ginnie had been surprised to see that Sissy–the only part of her high school to follow her halfway across the world like this–was nowhere to be found. If the blonde came to their room, it was during times when Ginnie wasn’t there. Things would be out of place from one day to the next, but Ginnie couldn’t tell when Sissy was coming or going–and she really stopped caring, one way or the other, by that first Saturday.

That was the Saturday of the party, and her first real sexual encounter.

. . .. … …..

“So… sit down and try not to gush while I show off my assets. I do not need you dreaming about me tonight, because that would just be uber-creepy considering I’m going to have some sweaty man groping your yum-yums by one in the morning… and he deserves better than to have his conquest dreaming of some foxy redhead’s sweet, sweet butt.”, Tina rattled on and on while Ginnie sat on her bed casually reading the latest from Yoseph’s class–Hamlet. It wasn’t bad.

“I still don’t want to have sex with you.” Ginnie replied nonchalantly, rolling her eyes jokingly. She was used to Tina’s humorous accusations, and smiled genuinely. The girl had a way with words, after all.

“Oh, you lying bitch. Oh, well fine. Look, it’s the party of the century tonight at the Rho Pi house and I insist you and I both look our best. I want to be well dressed if I have to call Brandon”, Tina flitted about her room–a single dorm room all to herself and, thus, spacious as hell. She started throwing things out of her closet onto the spare bed while Ginnie waited patiently for the outfits to show up.

Tina, apparently satisfied that she’d tossed out all the unworthy clothes, shot to her feet and daintily turned around like a debutante presenting herself.

“Alright. I want honesty, Ginnie dear. If you lie, I will know. I will sense it in my journalistic ovaries”, Tina had been flirting with journalism as a major and hadn’t lost an opportunity to bring it up in polite conversation.

“Oh, I’ll tell you if you look like a… y’know… a skank.” Ginnie giggled. She couldn’t imagine joking about calling someone a skank a week ago, but so much changes so fast.

“Please do”, Tina curtly replied. The tall redhead grabbed the hem of her little blue t-shirt and lifted it over her head while she kicked off her sneakers. Ginnie hadn’t noticed the disrobing, being much more interested in thinking about Yoseph acting out the duel scene the next day–and get a little warm while doing it.

But, with the wriggling and muffled vulgarities coming from underneath the half-on/half-off shirt and a bobbing around Tina, Ginnie couldn’t help but notice the girl struggling comically. In between chuckles, Ginnie noticed–for the first time since they’d met–just how amazingly put together Tina was.

With her arms wrapped up over her head, and the lack of shirt–Tina was proudly displaying assets Ginnie hadn’t truly noticed before. The tight line of her abdomen, perfectly toned without being muscular; breasts that seemed to either supported by God’s most perfect bra, or sheer genetics–it wasn’t that she was surprised that Tina had boobs, she could kinda tell that already, it was that where Ginnie had figured the redhead invested in a pushup or something a bit padded… it appeared to be the case that the implied C-cups were actually real.

Ginnie was silent as could be while Tina kept undressing. The latter not noticing the stares while she unbuttoned and stripped off her jeans. A pair of tiny, hip-hugging white panties hardly covered an athletic form. It never occurred to Ginnie to ask Tina if she had done any sports, but she was almost certain the girl had to have run track or done some kind of athletics. Her legs, though fair and white, were firm and shapely, and when she turned around that thin scrap of white fabric did nothing to hide a dancer’s butt. High and firm, with narrow hips to accentuate the thin waistline.

While following the line of those panties around and around, as the other girl pulled off socks and turned towards the closet, Ginnie was absolutely mesmerized. She’d never seen such a beautiful woman mostly naked like this before. She truly didn’t know how to not stare; she wondered why everyone didn’t just gape at people like Tina all the time. She wondered what her skin maybe felt like… was it… smooth and… it looked canlı rulet cool… like, maybe a little bit cold to the touch–like porcelain.

She looked a little longer and wondered how those panties, as small as they were, could cover Tina’s…

“Hey! You! I’m up here. I swear I’m going to do this by myself if you don’t start getting with the program. I totally knew you wanted me.”, Tina put her hands on her hips and looked angry–while trying to hold back the giggling.

Ginnie snapped to immediately. Where was she, where had she been? Where had those thoughts come from?

“I’m just wondering”, she started–not knowing where she was going with it, “How come you’re covered under that? Do you… y’know… shave? Like, there?”

Tina dropped the frowning and went back to her usually chipper self while she searched for something to wear on the bed.

“Well, no. No, I don’t. Because I’m not putting anything sharp like that near my”, she waved her hand around her crotch, “…my, y’know, lady-parts. But, I do get waxed. It hurts a little, but it’s totally worth it.”

“Oh. Well, yeah.” Ginnie hadn’t tried that before, though she’d given the shaving a go when she was younger out of boredom and curiosity. It made her itch and she didn’t really need or like it.

“Anyhow, let’s get back to the topic at hand”, the redhead sparked as she hopped down from the high-rise bed, “What outfit has the sinful duty of covering all this hotness? Hmmmm? How about the green?” Tina grabbed a green minidress that looked more like a large legwarmer than a dress and slipped it on. The velvety material hugged every line and curve, her toned tummy was outlined faintly in the cloth, her hips and legs looked amazing contrasted against the fabric. She looked like a model.

Which… come to think of it…?

“Wait… Tina, can I ask you something?” Ginnie almost whispered.

The redhead leaned down as though about to hear a confession not meant for others.

“What?”, she put on a look that was half-comical and half-curious, a sort of wide-eyed panic that seemed more in line with a grown-up humoring a child’s telling of a seeeeecret.

“Have you ever… been, like, a model?” Ginnie hushed.

Tina looked at her for a second, right into her eyes–those blue eyes just fiercely studying the motive behind such a question. They were almost nose to nose, and Ginnie was half-frightened that the girl might yell or get offended–though why she should was beyond her.

Tina sort of nodded to herself, not really an admission of anything the question was asking, but more of a response to some kind of internal inquiry. The pretty redhead sort of nodded to herself, with a tight-lipped thoughtfulness and put her hands on either side of Ginnie’s face.

Very soft, very intentional hands, very long fingers running their way back into Ginnie’s hair behind her head. Tina leaned in and kissed her on the nose.

“Ginnie, hon, that was the nicest thing anyone’s said to me, ever”, Tina still nodded to herself and looked the brunette in the eyes with a genuine camaraderie. “Now, can we get back to the outfits?”

Ginnie was smiling; Tina had a way of making everything worth smiling about.

“Sure. I think you look like a skank in that. What else you got?” she prodded.

Tina, in a flourish both funny and overdramatic, peeled the green dress off and went back to the pile.

“Oh, much, dah-ling. I have much clothes. Too much clothes!” she prattled on. After three outfits, they’d found the perfect match. A pair of tight white capris, an unreasonably evident black thong, and a white blouse–a little too small–covering a matching black lace bra. With the right accessories and sassy white hat, Tina looked like something on a New York nightclub scene. She looked casual and sexy, and Ginnie was certain her friend would knock them all dead at whatever party she was going to.

“Your turn. We have to get you done up and we haven’t time for you to argue with me. So… do you trust me?” Tina put her hands up in her usual “are you a wild animal about to attack” pose.

“I didn’t know I was going… I didn’t… you didn’t say,” Ginnie stuttered on and on.

“Oh, for fucks sake, Gin. I can’t just walk in alone. Look at me. They… will… rape… me. I need backup. I need someone to throw to the rapists as I run away.” she smirked.

It seemed like whenever Tina smirked, it made everything else o.k. Ginnie hadn’t really thought about going to a party, but this was college–she absolutely had to start off college different than high school. She must go to parties and not be a wallflower. She knew this.

“Alright. I trust you. But, c’mon… nothing too crazy. I’m not ready for all that.” she implored her impulsive friend.

Tina looked her over, like a doctor inspecting a new medical experiment. She poked and prodded, jokingly.

“Ah, jess, jess. Ve can do somptink, ‘ere. I vill make you my latest creation”, Tina went on as she started stripping the brunette. She continued online rulet her bad German accent while unbuttoning this and undoing that until Ginnie, a little embarrassed, stood there in her underwear.

Tina took a step back, and ceased looking comical.

“Wow. You’re a piece, aren’t you?” she mused while turning to look for an outfit.

Confused, Ginnie just stood there. A what? A piece?

“What do you mean I’m a piece?” she demanded.

Tina was tossing clothes right and left, never looking up or turning back toward her.

“I mean you’re well put together. You shouldn’t wear all those clothes. I mean, you’ve got nice boobs–like, manageable ones. All sorts of cute bras and whatnots will fit you. And you’re very… womanly.” Tina never turned around.

“Womanly? Is that your way of saying ‘fat’?”, Ginnie crossed her arms in front of her and cocked a hip. Ginnie had always thought of herself as “dumpy”. She was thicker than Tina, not as fit or toned, but she’d never really thought of herself positively–physically anyway. She was alright, maybe.

“No, not a bit. With the right outfit–and hon, it’s always about the right outfit–I bet you get a few knocks on your windowsill tonight. You wear frumpy clothes. You need to relax a little. You’re pretty foxy; you just need the right look. And… HA… there we go. This is perfect”, Tina spun around with something small and black.

“I can’t wear this anymore because I grew a few inches over the last couple of years, but this would totally fit you. On me, it looks like I’m a hooker. On you, it should be perfect. Like a junior hooker.” Tina shook out the black dress. It looked harmless enough–a little tight, but otherwise it might be alright.

“Are you sure?” Ginnie, “Isn’t it a little… small?”

Grinning from ear to ear, Tina sparkled.

“Well, yeah.”

. . .. … …..

“C’mon, boy… do it for me”, Ginnie moaned into his ear.

“C’mon, pump it faster,” she pleaded with her best little girl voice, “God, it’s so thick and hard. I’ve never seen such a big… hard… dick before.”

She had her face pressed against his, whispering throatily into his ear with one arm around his neck and the other clutching his collar. Her dress was up over her waist and Troy was standing there with his back up against the bathroom door while the music poured over the whole house.

She felt his hands roaming around her back and dropped her hands to his, sliding them sharply to her ass.

“Right there, you like that, huh? I’m getting so hot, so wet when you grab me like that.”

She feverishly gripped his shirt collar and occasionally nipped his ear, “Faster, boy. Please? I want you to come on me. I want to see that big… hard… dick come on me. You can do that for me, can’t you?” she cooed.

“Uh… hmmmm… yeah… yeah”, he grunted as she lightly ground her body against his, his hand gripping and jacking his cock feverishly.

Ginnie snaked her hand down around the base of his cock, and squeezed as hard as she could, “Keep stroking it, I just wanna hold it like this. Oh, God, that’s hard. Mmmmm. C’mon, boy. C’mon–for me. Cum for me, faster baby. Faster.” she panted into his ear.

Not three minutes after she had slammed him against the bathroom door and begged for him to pull it out, Troy began bucking lightly and groaning as he came all over her tummy and down the front of the red panties Tina had picked out.

“Oh, shit… oh, my fucking God.” Troy was panting.

Ginnie kept squeezing his cock and felt it jerking in her hand. She ran her palm up his shirt–wiping her hand off in the process–and grabbed him by the jaw, turning his head toward her and looking him right in the eye.

“Mmmmmm, I liked that. Thanks.” she winked. Ginnie pulled her dress down and nudged him out of the way and went back to the party–making a bee-line for Tina, who was sitting smugly on the couch in the next room over drinking a beer and trying not to laugh.

The lights were psychedelic and wild and the music was so loud that between the noise and the crowd, Ginnie was on a different planet by the time she reached her friend. She sat there, breathing hard and trying not to laugh.

Tina nestled up to her and dropped her head on Ginnie’s shoulder.

“So. I’m a little drunk. Did it work?” the redhead asked, only slurring her words a bit.

Ginnie started giggling, and lowered her head so nobody else might hear.

“I did everything you said. Everything. I can’t believe that just happened. How is it that easy? He didn’t stop me or anything.” she raced on, “He just looked surprised and then pulled his thing out and I told him exactly what you said and he just did it. What the fuck?”

She couldn’t believe it.

Tina leaned up and looked her in the eye.

“Dah-ling. It’s that easy. You’re not hard on the eyes, and you gave him an excuse to get off. That’s almost as hard as it is. And see? I told you, just put it on your terms and they’re like puppies. If you’d have bent over the sink and told him to fuck you, he’d have fucked you. If you had offered to blow him, he’d have let you. But, hey, just get up in their space, flirt a little, sound sexy and confidant, and they’ll do what you want. It was good for him, too.” she mumbled, smiling.

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Daddy’s Princess Learns Her Place

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Daddy’s Princess Learns Her Place

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Why Respect For One’s Elders Isn’t Always The Best Policy

She was daddy’s princess. She graduated from a very exclusive private school, and had been accepted into an Ivy League college. Her clothes, the ones she bought anyway, came from Rodeo Drive, courtesy of Daddy’s American Express. Her hair stylist’s client list boasted several A-list celebrities; you had to be someone and you had to be invited. Her perfect body was toned by the advice of a private trainer, and tanned by the best technology available. Her car was imported from Italy, though she was no longer licensed to drive it. Nothing on the road flew smoother or faster. She was about to turn 19, and had everything going for her.

She was 5’2″ and 105 well-toned pounds. Her breasts were 32B. She had thought about augmentation, but decided against it. It left subtle scars, and she would have to wear a bra. She only wore underwear when Daddy would request it. She didn’t mind his request; Daddy only bought the best for her. She had hazel eyes, and had no idea what her natural hair colour was. Except for the hair on her head, every inch of her perfect body was waxed. This week her hair was honey blonde, and the evening had started with it in pigtails, Daddy’s favorite. It was now bunched up in Daddy’s hand, while he used the other to smack her perfect little bottom.

At present, she was naked and bent over the dining table, smearing Japanese make-up and hormone-laden sweat all over her mother’s place at the table. The cock that was working its way in deneme bonusu veren siteler and out of her expertly waxed and very tight 18-year-old pussy was that of her Daddy, fucking his little princess where her mother eats her food.

Daddy was 40 this year, but nobody would know it to look at him. Trim, toned, well groomed. A sophisticated man, a man of taste, and a man of the world. Aggressive, which certainly contributed to his success, and the lifestyle his princess enjoyed.

She had inherited Daddy’s competitive nature; it had first manifested itself in the competition with her own mother. The pinnacle of this competition, for her, was seducing Daddy, taking her mother’s husband for her own lover.

Her mistake had been in believing that she had dominion over her father after she seduced him. In a single slap across the face, Daddy had settled the question of who was in charge. She had never experience the sensation of being touched in such a disrespectful, violating nature. That he did it with such aplomb was enough to succeed where so many others had failed in trying to rein her in. Daddy was the man she had dreamed of; only Daddy could satisfy her need to be ruled over.

She reflected on this as her Daddy’s large and rock hard cock moved in and out of her tight little pussy. His strokes were deep and deliberate. They penetrated not just her body, but also her very soul. When they were together, she felt joined with him in every way. Being with Daddy was not like so many clumsy tumbles in the back seat of a car with some silly boy gerçek para ile slot oyunları she wanted to be seen with just because he was popular. Such acts had always ended in disappointment for her; two or three half-hearted strokes and a grunt later, and she had only a gooey mess to tell her she had been fucked.

Sex with Daddy was different. She had already had three orgasms; bent over her mother’s table place, from the dick that had helped create the pussy it was fucking.

The fourth orgasm began to take over her tiny body. She was moving her ass in time with Daddy’s thrusts, meeting him in the middle, hoping to swallow all of the man into her hungry pussy. She enjoyed the point of contact between their two bodies, her ass colliding with Daddy’s firm stomach, his balls slapping against her engorged clitoris.

As Daddy’s dick began to swell again, betraying its intention, she decided not to reach back and stave off his orgasm again. She would let him cum this time; she wanted to feel his seed deep within her womb. The muscles in her vagina began to contract around Daddy’s enormous throbbing penis, and the wave of orgasm shook through her petite body, causing her to buck wildly on the table.

Daddy’s penis responded in kind, doing its familiar dance against the constricting walls of her vagina, as Daddy plunged his manhood into her for the final stroke, the deepest stroke, the stroke that always preceded the rhythmic splashes of his cum that would splash back against her cervix, and surround Daddy’s penis mobil slot siteleri inside her vagina, until it finally leaked out onto Daddy’s balls, and pool in the spot where her mother sits down to her meals.

Wave after wave of semen, penis throbbing in time, and leading her vagina in its conclusion of the act.

Daddy finally collapsed onto her back, his semi-erect cock still inside of her. She loved it when Daddy would let his cock soften inside her pussy. He had let go of her hair, and she could feel is warm breath on the back of her head. She could feel his chest heaving against her back, mashing her tittes further into the table where she lay.

Finally, Daddy was flaccid and climbed off of his little princess, allowing her to peel herself from the dinner table. She got up and sat down on the table, facing Daddy, with her legs spread, allowing proof of her conquest to drip onto the table.

“Eat THAT, bitch,” she thought, as the mixture of hers and her Daddy’s sexual juices leaked out of her pussy and onto the table. Daddy leaned in close, between her legs, as they embraced and kissed deeply.

“I love you, Daddy,” she thought, as their tongues and souls mingled. She really did not grudge sharing Daddy with her mother and the housekeeper; she knew Daddy was just too much man for only one woman. Certainly too much man for her, and she cherished his attentions.

Daddy left to get cleaned up; Princess left to revel in the remaining afterglow of the experience, and to examine the welts that Daddy had left on her behind. She gathered her clothes and headed to her room, leaving the mess for mother to discover.

“She’ll probably think that’s from her and the gardener. Stupid, drunken bitch” she thought to herself, as she made her way to her room to revel in her satisfaction. To replay the events of the night in her mind as she masturbated herself to sleep with Daddy’s seed still deep inside of her.

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