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For once Beth and I didn’t even have to create the opportunity we needed. After lunch the next day, Bill’s phone rang, and when the call ended he looked at us glumly. “Something’s come up at the office, I’m going to have to go back at least for a couple of days.”

Mum gave him a warm hug. “Oh, I’m really sorry, darling. Don’t worry about us, we’ll be fine.”

The car disappeared down the track, and Beth closed the door. “Sarah -“

A startled look, then understanding. “Yes, Beth?”

Beth’s tone was soft, reassuring. “You and Tim talked, right?”

“Yes,” hesitantly. Mum (dammit – ‘Sarah’) glanced at me, and I was sure she was remembering our interrupted kiss.

Beth offered a smile. “We could talk some more…”

Another hesitant nod. “I could use a drink first, though.” Sarah crossed the room, opened a cupboard. “Looks like it’s Bill’s brandy,” she offered.

“Mm, please.”

We took our glasses to the sofa, and Sarah rubbed her arms. “Anyone else cold?”

“I’ll light a fire,” I offered. I busied myself with newspaper, kindling, and soon flames were licking up the chimney.

I returned to the sofa, and Sarah glanced at me, patting the space next to her. I sat, putting my arm across the back of the sofa behind her, and she leaned a little closer. “This is cosy.”

She took a sip of her drink. “I don’t really know where to start.”

Beth touched her hand. “Then let me?”

Beth looked across at me, then back to Sarah. “I was afraid of what Dad would say, that’s why Tim and I haven’t been open about our relationship.”

Sarah’s face showed obvious conflict. “He just wants to protect you. But he can’t wrap you in cotton wool forever. You’ll be off to university soon, he has to know it’s up to you then.”

Her words reminded me of the plans Beth and I had made, but now wasn’t the time. “I know who I am,” were Beth’s surprising next words. “Loving Tim – and loving you – ” at this Sarah blinked, but didn’t interrupt – “not everyone would understand, but to me it makes sense. Love is just where you give freely, and keep your promises.”

To my astonishment I saw a tear roll down Sarah’s cheek. “That sounds a lot like something John used to say before he -“

I moved my arm to her shoulders, squeezed reassuringly. “He was a good man – a good Dad.”

Sarah took a deep breath. “And Beth – yesterday – I don’t know why I just gave in to what I felt – it wasn’t fair on you.”

Beth’s low chuckle was distinctly sensuous. “But damn, it was good.”

She stroked Sarah’s arm. “Are you warmer now?”

“Maybe even a bit too warm, the fire’s really got going.”

“Then -“

My eyebrows shot up as Beth lifted her t-shirt smoothly over her head, then looked expectantly at Sarah. Slowly Sarah did likewise, and finally I had my first view – well, since a very long time ago, I mused – of her breasts, as amazing as I’d imagined and Beth had described.

Beth reached across to nudge me. “Be a gent, Tim – you can’t be more dressed than us.”

I slipped off my t-shirt, and Sarah smiled as she reached out to rest her fingers on my chest. “Smooth, just like John.”

I touched the soft skin above her breasts, watching her expression, and she glanced down. “Feels nice.”

Beth brushed a strand of Sarah’s hair from her face. “I’m glad we’re all relaxing a little.”

Sarah turned, touching the ends of Beth’s fingers with her lips. “Me too.”

I drew my fingers down so that they rested in the valley between Sarah’s breasts, then looked to Beth for a cue. She gave a tiny nod – “Do as I do.”

She bent to kiss Sarah’s breast, and I followed suit, our lips drifting towards nipples, then “Oh! Mmm…” from Sarah as we both tongued then suckled gently. “Oh – ” she breathed, “that doesn’t feel quite the same as when I was breastfeeding.”

We continued to pleasure her, a faint flush creeping into her cheeks. “This is heavenly,” she sighed.

“More?” Beth queried, nipple still between her lips, and Sarah nodded wordlessly. Beth wet her fingers, touching Sarah’s breast, pressing the nipple gently between finger and thumb, and drifted her lips downward with soft kisses. “Are you ticklish?” she queried, but before Sarah could reply, Beth had started to gently explore her navel with a wet tonguetip. Sarah squirmed a little at first, then relaxed. “Mmm, nice.”

Beth teased her there for a little longer, then started to follow the trail of fine hairs downwards, kissing, tonguing. Sarah flexed her hips and moaned quietly. “Oh… let me lose these.”

She quickly shed her slacks, and Beth’s lips returned to drop soft kisses above the elastic of her panties. Beth breathed in deeply – “mm, I can tell how turned-on you are” – then pressed her lips to Sarah’s mound through the cotton. Sarah parted her thighs a little, and Beth drew her tongue over damp fabric. “Ready for more?”

Sarah nodded wordlessly, and Beth glanced up at me. “Tim, do you want to see if that rug’s as comfortable as it looks?” she hinted.

I shed the rest of sikiş izle my clothes and laid down near the fire. “Now,” smiled Beth, slipping Sarah’s panties down, off, then drawing her towards me. “I think Tim’s mouth has something to offer you.”

Sarah slid over me, her so-wet entrance irresistible, and I started to explore her with my tongue, my hands on her breasts. “Mmm…” she breathed, then “Oh! – god, Beth, yes.”

Beth had moved behind her, stroked softly down her back, then between her thighs, sliding fingers inside. Beth wet another fingertip, and carefully brushed Sarah’s other entrance, pressed into the centre a little. “Ohh…” moaned Sarah, “Tim’s mouth, and his hands, and you touching me there…”

Beth shifted position a little, and I gasped as she pressed wetness against my erection. I saw Sarah smile, “Are you stealing my treat, Beth?”

Beth shook her head. “Couldn’t resist a taste, though.”

I moved my tongue a little more insistently, and Sarah flexed her hips in response. “Oh – yes – I’m so close -“

Suddenly her body tensed, shuddered, her nipples hardening even more under my hands, and she cried out as I felt wetness slip from her down onto my lips, my chin. “Ohhhh…”

Her climax went on for long seconds, another shudder, then, “Mmm…” she relaxed.

Beth drew her backwards, held her. “Mm, Sarah, that felt lovely.”

Beth slid from me, raised an eyebrow at Sarah. “Now, that treat you mentioned.”

Sarah glanced at me. “You look so comfortable there, Tim, but I’d really like you in me from behind…?”

“However you want…” I nodded.

She knelt, and I moved up behind her, pressing my hard tip against her entrance. A quiet moan from her as I entered, sliding in until my hips were touching her bottom. “Mmm…”

Beth knelt in front of Sarah, and they kissed, Sarah moaning against Beth’s lips as I thrust into her. Beth used her hands on Sarah’s breasts, then slid her palm down to Sarah’s mound. I felt Beth’s fingers splayed round my hardness for a moment, then her fingers moved to Sarah’s nub. “Oh – oh god -” gasped Sarah – “I’ll – I’m -“

She cried out, body shuddering, and as she tightened around me I tipped over the edge into my own climax, my mouth beside her ear gasping as I thrust, thrust again, spurted into her…

Finally we subsided, Beth holding Sarah, my arms wrapped around both of them. Sarah’s voice was dazed, faraway, as she spoke again. “That… it was more than anything I could have imagined…”

She took a deep breath, smiled. “Beth – isn’t it your turn now?” Her expression turned mischievous. “I’m sorry I took your treat.”

Beth grinned back. “No, it was yours, really. Anyway, you can watch him fuck me tomorrow, right?”

Sarah blinked at Beth’s words, then nodded. “Mm, can’t wait. But -“

She leaned forward, kissed Beth again. “Tell us what you want, anything at all.”

Beth threw me a glance. “Sarah… do you have – well, any toys? I want your mouth on me, but seeing as Tim’s out of action for a while, I really need something inside me…”

Sarah’s eyes widened. “Well, actually…”

I watched her bottom swaying as she walked to the bedroom, returning with an item that of course Beth and I already knew about. “Will this help?”

Beth’s look of surprise and anticipation was completely convincing. “Mm, yes.”

She took the toy from Sarah’s fingers, sitting on the rug, and Sarah watched fascinated as Beth eased the toy slowly inside, the satisfaction on her face mirroring the fullness she was feeling. “Ohh…”

Beth gave Sarah an inviting look, and Sarah nodded, positioning herself on her front between Beth’s thighs. Sarah hesitantly put her fingers on the still-visible end of the toy, pressing, and Beth moaned. “Mm, Sarah, like that and your mouth.”

Sarah’s tongue was pink, wet, as she started to lap at Beth, and I watched for a while, then moved to kneel by Beth, kissing her. Her lips moved hungrily on mine for a few moments, then she pulled back. “Oh, my breasts…”

I complied, fingers and mouth on her nipples, and Beth tilted her head back, mouth forming an O of pleasure. She flexed her hips upwards, and Sarah wrapped her arms around Beth’s thighs, mouth buried between them as Beth started to gasp. “Oh – ohh, Sarah, yes, as hard as you want…”

I felt Beth’s nipples harden even more, and suddenly she arched, shuddering, almost fighting Sarah’s hold. “Mm – ahhh…!”

A spurt, then another, of clear liquid, wetting Sarah’s lips, cheeks, and finally Sarah unwrapped her arms from Beth, moved back, the end of the toy still moving with the aftershocks of Beth’s climax. Beth deliberately took Sarah’s fingers, wrapped them round the toy, and together they eased it from her. Sarah flashed her eyebrows at Beth, running her tongue from base to tip of the toy, swallowing. “Mmm.”

Beth breathed in. “I want to see you do that to Tim when he’s just fucked me tomorrow.”

We relaxed on the rug for a while, then I stretched. “Anyone hungry?”

Beth brazzers rolled her eyes. “Sarah, was he always like this?”

“‘Fraid so.”

I walked to the kitchen area, starting to assemble a meal while Sarah and Beth stayed on the rug, whispering and giggling. I wondered what they were planning, but I decided it was bound to be something fun, and they’d let me find out when they were ready.

After a few minutes the food was ready, and we sat down at the table to eat. I had to pinch myself to believe I was sitting here with these two gorgeous and passionate women, both utterly naked and a little flushed, sticky here and there from what we’d shared. “Mm,” nodded Sarah, “this is good.”

Finally Sarah put down her fork. “I, um, think I could use a shower, then it’d just be nice to relax.”

Beth nodded. “Why don’t you come upstairs? The bed in our room is big, we can all cuddle there, and sleep when we want.”

We climbed the stairs, and Beth nudged me. “Sarah and I get first turn,” she grinned.

“OK,” I pretended a resigned sigh.

I lay on the bed, head pillowed on my hands, listening to the sound of the shower running, wondering if they’d be tempted into more indulgence by soapy hands and hot water. The two of them reappeared after a few minutes, teasing me by letting their towels slide to the floor. “Your go.”

I took my time showering, and when I returned, Beth and Sarah were in one another’s arms, eyes closed. I joined them, getting a murmur as I spooned against Beth, draping my arm across both of them…

***

Sarah stretched, opened her eyes. “Mm, I slept really well.”

“Me too,” nodded Beth. “Think I’m hungry, though.”

“We brought bacon, didn’t we,” I offered. “I’ll make sandwiches and coffee.”

Sarah grinned. “This is the life, eh, Beth.”

We picnicked on the bed, sitting cross-legged, and I couldn’t help glancing down, appreciating the difference between Beth’s dark wiry fur and the soft pale down that covered Sarah’s mound. “I see you’re back to paying attention,” teased Beth.

Sarah chuckled. “But I think we should take our time, anticipate?”

“No better way to do that than imagine what it might be like, right, Tim?” queried Beth.

I thought back over the fantasies we’d shared. “Oh, definitely.”

“So, Sarah,” began Beth, “if you could do anything – anything at all – what would you like?”

Sarah smiled. “Last night pretty much ticked all my boxes, to be truthful. But…”

She hesitated. “I’ve always had a bit of a thing about being watched – or watching. Maybe being taken by someone else while my lover’s looking on, or watching while he – she – takes a stranger.”

Beth’s face was a picture. “Tim – I think we have to tell her.”

“Show her, you mean,” I corrected, smiling. “Come on, Sarah.”

She followed us, looking mystified. I opened the door to the roof space, drew her onto the boards. “Mind your head.”

We reached the spot, and I pointed. “See, the ventilation grille.”

Sarah leaned over, and gasped. “Oh!”

“We found it as soon as we got here,” Beth explained. “And then -“

I saw Sarah’s nipples harden, her areolae crinkling, and she ran her tongue over parted lips. “You mean – you saw -“

“Mmhm.”

My hesitation only lasted a split second before I spoke. “And we’ve taken a peek round your bedroom door at home, too.”

I could see Sarah’s thoughts whirling. “Oh, goodness. So you know what he – the things we do -“

“That was part of the reason Tim and I couldn’t resist,” Beth chuckled softly.

Sarah nodded. “Wow.”

She looked through the grille again. “I wish Tim’d been watching when you and I -“

“Hold that thought,” I grinned. “I’ve had an idea.”

“OK, let’s hear it.”

“There’s a decent restaurant in the village, isn’t there – we could order a taxi, have a really good evening out.”

Beth flashed her eyebrows at Sarah. “Being out somewhere we can’t do anything – or not much, anyway – that’d be a perfect way of increasing the anticipation, right?”

Sarah nodded. “You bet. OK, Beth, you and I are going to go all out getting ready – help each other choose what to wear, makeup, the works.”

I pretended to roll my eyes. “I think I still have a couple of chapters of my book to read.”

Sarah glanced at Beth knowingly. “We have plenty of time – maybe we can finish what we started in the shower yesterday, by way of an appetiser.”

She took a last look at the grille. “And if we think we feel eyes on us…”

***

I glanced at my watch, then down the track. Just at that moment headlights appeared, and I called across towards the bedroom. “Taxi’s here, you two.”

Beth came out, fastening the clasp of her necklace, and I whistled. “You look great.”

Sarah appeared behind her, and I couldn’t help myself. “Whoah – you two together, tongues will be dragging on the carpet.”

“Good,” chuckled Beth.

We squeezed into the back seat, Sarah in the middle, and the driver fake taxi porno set off. It was only a few minutes to the restaurant, but I gave him a generous tip. “If you can pick us up at ten.”

“You got it.”

I walked into the restaurant with Sarah on one arm, Beth on the other, and the maitre’d didn’t disappoint. “Welcome, sir, of course your table is ready, or would you like a few minutes at the bar first?”

“Mm,” said Beth, “cocktails would be nice.”

We sat at the bar, Sarah and Beth perching elegantly either side of me, and ordered drinks. “I think they make these names up on purpose,” grinned Beth, sipping her ‘Wet and Wild’.

She deliberately made a show of taking the cherry from the end of her cocktail stick with her teeth, catching a drop of juice on her finger and sucking it. “See, we can do all sorts of teasing without anybody being able to say a thing.”

We finished our drinks, and the maitre’d showed us to our table. “Wine?”

“Mm, please.”

I let Sarah look down the list – “Let’s have a couple of bottles of this rosé -” and a couple of minutes later he returned, pouring a few drops, letting her taste. “Perfect,” she nodded.

We looked at the menu. “Starters?” I queried.

Beth shook her head. “Save room for dessert – even if that’s at home,” she hinted.

I ordered steak, cooked rare – “Huh,” teased Beth, “man he hunt, he eat meat, man happy.”

“You want me to be a caveman?” I queried. “I don’t think the women in those times had much say over whose pile of furs they ended up in.”

I saw Sarah shiver a little, her eyes widening. “Mm, Beth, that’s something else we can pretend.”

Sarah and Beth ordered pasta – “It can’t run very fast, right?” I joked – and after a few minutes our food arrived. “Mm, the wine goes really well with this,” Beth nodded.

She twirled her fork in her spaghetti, taking a mouthful, sucking a stray end in noisily. “Oops.”

I felt her hand on my knee. “Don’t need a knife for this meal,” she grinned. She slid her fingers upwards. “Mm, what were we saying about dessert?”

Finally I put my knife down. “That was amazing. Anyone want anything else – coffee?”

Beth shook her head. “It’s nearly ten anyway – Sarah and I will just go to the loo.”

I paid, and by the time they returned, the taxi had arrived. Again we squeezed close, and I thought I could see curiosity in the driver’s eyes. But he didn’t comment, and after a few minutes we were watching the lights of the car disappear down the track.

“Upstairs, or…?” queried Sarah.

“Oh, your room, definitely,” Beth ventured. “Even though we know there’s no-one else who can be watching this time.”

We went through to the bedroom, and Sarah glanced at me. “Remember what we talked about? Beth’s my lover, and she’s brought you back after an evening out, she wants me to see her enjoying being taken by a man…”

Beth pretended to fan her face. “Wow – I was already turned on, but that’s really hot.”

Sarah reached behind her back, slid the zip down – my mind snapped back to one of the first fantasies Beth and I had shared – and let her dress pool on the floor. Underneath she wore stockings, bra, panties with a lacy front panel, all in matching black, and she curled up on the end of the bed. “So you just had to have him,” she addressed Beth, dropping into character.

Beth nodded. “This afternoon was amazing -” I admired the way she was weaving reality into our shared fantasy – “but sometimes I just can’t help wanting something hard, real, inside me, that weight holding me down, he’s just a little rougher, and then when he gets there, all that stuff inside me…”

She flowed up against me. “Now you’ve heard what I want, what are you going to do about it?”

I kissed her hard on the mouth, then span her round, pulling her back against me. “You want what you feel there?” I half-growled, and got a nod, a whispered “Yes”.

“Say it,” I commanded tersely, and she turned to look over her shoulder at me. “Yes,” louder this time.

I undid my belt, my zip, discarded my trousers, boxers. I pressed against her again, this time getting a quiet moan. “Mm…”

Sarah’s eyes betrayed her fascination as I lifted Beth’s short dress by the hem, letting her catch the folds, bunch it up at her waist. I hooked fingers through her panties, pulling them down to mid-thigh, and pushed fingers into her cleft. “Good – already wet.”

I pressed my tip against her entrance, then without waiting pressed into her all the way, pushing her body down onto the bed, her head turned, cheek pressed against the sheet. “Hard enough for you?”

“Yes,” a gasp.

“What do you think your lover’s feeling?” I half-demanded. “Does she wish it was her, thrusting that toy of hers into you, wanting you to come? Or would she rather be the one being fucked, not even time to take her clothes off, panties stretched between her legs…”

I leaned down, taking Beth’s still-covered breasts in my hands. “Maybe when I’m done with you I’ll take her anyway, squeezing those tits, and just when she’s nearly there, I pull out, I cover her bottom, her pussy, with my stuff, and – ohh – I can see her coming without me even touching her, all that wetness just dripping down the inside of her thighs -“

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I Won’t Share You Sister

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My brother Paul and I haven’t had much luck in the love department. We both were engaged at on time only to have the other person back out. It has been so frustrating. Paul had stopped by my apartment one Saturday. We started hitting the alcohol.

“You know Elaine, you and I must be cursed, considering how bad our love lives are.”

I had to agree with my brother. Things weren’t looking good these day. Paul came over and sat next to me on my sofa. We poured two glasses of scotch and clinked glasses. That bourbon went down smooth. Paul set his glass down. He wrapped his arm around my neck.

“What do you think we should do?” He asked me.

I was feeling a bit weak right then. My brother was a handsome guy. It would be easy to fall for him.

“Maybe we should tie the knot,” I said to him.

He began to laugh when I told him that.

“Are you sure you want a man like me?” He asked.

Maybe Deneme bonusu veren siteler I let my guard down right then. I leaned over and kissed Paul flush in the lips. He looked puzzled at first. He returned my kiss. Before you knew it we had our mouths open and our tongues touched. A few minutes of that and I pulled back.

“I want you to fuck me,” I said to him.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked.

I nodded my head. I wanted my brother. We got up and went back to my bed. We got undressed and got onto the mattress. Paul was a guy who worked out. Not only that, I finally got a look at his cock. Paul had to be seven inches in length. His dick was average thickness. I had him lie back and I took him in my mouth. I never wanted to suck a cock so badly.

I took every inch down my throat. My brother moaned as I made his shaft hard. My saliva was running down his prick Bedava Bonusu when I pulled away. I climbed over top of Paul. I lowered myself until I felt the tip of his hardness at my gash. Paul placed his hands in my hips. He pulled me down onto his rock hard member.

God, did I scream. I hadn’t been with a man in such a long time. My pussy was tight. My brother made things right. He stretched me good that day. It took some time before I was able to get my brother all the way inside my pussy. Once I had

every inch in my pussy, Paul fucked me like I was a whore. He brought his ass up and took me hard. After a few minutes, Paul told me how it was.

“I won’t share you sister,” he told me.

I said I didn’t want any other man, just him.

Paul soon flipped me into the doggie position. He drove into me hard. His hands held onto my hips as he gave me the fucking I deserved. I felt like Deneme Bonus he was my love master. I would give him anything he desired. I am betting we went at it a full hour. My pussy was getting sore when Paul erupted. He sent his batter deep into my body.

I used my muscles to squeeze every drop from the tip of Paul’s cock. I knew I was exhausted after we finished up. Paul didn’t have to share with anyone. I gave him my body freely. My brother seemed to have endless amounts of cum to give to me. After a few months we decided to move in together. Most nights Paul has his cock buried in my pussy.

I finally love it when he treats me like a cheap slut. He has taken my tightest hole as well. He broke in my ass with his long pecker, but I do like it best in my pussy. I tend to show off my body more these days. I wear tops that show off my cleavage. I think it tends to make Paul jealous. Guys will look me over when we are out.

Paul will punish me in bed afterwards. He will place my legs on his shoulders and then feed me cock. I tell him I have been bad. I want him to fill me up. He does just that. In the end I always get a load of his cream. I found out I only need one man, my brother..

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The Vacation House Ch. 04

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The front door closes securely behind me, I make my way to the passenger door of dad’s pick-up. Grabs the handle, opens my door, hops in, places the small cooler chest along with the wrinkled bag of clean cloths onto the floor. It hits me right away, it’s cool in here, it’s never cool. The air conditioning is set to high, blows wonderful, refreshing air out of every vent.

I look over at dad, this is just so out of character for him. Expecting the rancid smell of sweat mixed with stale cigar smoke, coupled with humid heat that comes along with the closed up cab. Instead of reaching for the handle to take down the passenger window, I turn a vent toward the ceiling, it’s blowing a bit too hard at my face. My eyes dry out as the moisture is drawn from their surface.

What I see in dad’s face causes great concern. His head is being held low, he fidgets with something in his hands. His attention is not being directed toward me or the exit from the driveway, we are still parked. The motor is running a little bit rough, the A/C blowing at full blast. Condensation develops on the lower part of the windshield. It must be 92 degree’s outside, maybe no more than 65 inside pick-up. Dad’s voice finally breaks the weird tension.

“Robbie, there is really no good or easy way to say this, so, I’m going to just get it out there in the open. First off, this has absolutely nothing to do with you or your sister, nothing that either of you could have done to prevent it, nothing at all. If anything, the two of you were the reason that things have gone on as long as it has.”

Ominous, that is the only way I see this, it feels as if a shoe were just about to drop but how big of a shoe?

“Your mother and I have discussed this for some time, we have both come to the agreement that we are ready to move on in our lives and that we are going to get a divorce. We are parting as friends, we just can’t live together any longer. Your mother has been offered a fantastic job as the head of nursing at the hospital, we know that that is something she,s has wanted her entire life. It will give her the security that she needs and deserves.”

Stunned by the admission of what seems to be an amicable split between my parents. My entire life is to be dissolving into a pool of mud. Unable to see things clearly, my stomach dropped into my groin, my lunch rises up into my throat. Not sure if I’m going to hurl or pass out from dizziness. Leans against the passenger door, coolness of the glass presses against the burning in my cheek and the pounding in my head.

“Robbie, you are of the age that if you wish to move out on your own, we will be there for you. We will even pay for a place if that is what you want. Your schooling is our priority, this changes nothing about how we are here for you. Mom already spoke with Ashley about this earlier today, she was offered to stay with your mother here in Rhode Island or the opportunity to come and stay with me at the vacation house. Your sister chose to stay here, her friends are all here, she is still going to high school and she is going to be going to Salve Regina in Newport next fall. It makes sense for her to stay here.”

What is he talking about, staying here instead of going to the vacation house? He’s moving out? Had he just given me the option to get my own place or stay here in the house that I grew up in, with my friends close by? Wait, he just made a veiled suggestion that I might be able to move to Vermont with him? No, can’t be, dad works here, has always worked here in Rhode Island, he doesn’t have a job in Vermont.

“Robbie, you remember Mr. Trattorella, my boss, right?”

I turn my head to stared at him, my mouth is agape. Of course I knew Mr. Trattorella, he has been dad’s boss my entire life, has even been like an Uncle to my Ashley and myself.

“Yeah Dad, I know Mr. Trattorella, does he know that you are quitting and moving to Vermont?”

Dad picks up his head, adjusts himself so that his body is facing toward me. He leans against the steering wheel with one arm, the other drapes along the back of the bench seat. I get a sick feeling in my stomach and for some odd reason I turn my gaze away from dad, looks at the front picture window. Mom stands in the window, tears run down her face. She raises her hand, places her palm against the glass. She nods her head, attempts to confirm and console. She backs away, the shear gay porno drapery cover moves to where my mom had stood, she fades into the background.

“Dad, what are you going to do about work?”

It is all I can think of at the moment, everything is running around in my head, jumbled and confused, my imagination runs rampant.

“Robbie, do you remember Lee? Lee Townsend? He worked with me as foreman for many years before he moved on to another business up north.”

Trying to focus on the name, it’s familiar, Lee Townsend? Yeah, he came to me. A bulk of a man Lee was. He had tried to make it in the NBA but was injured after just a short time in the pro’s. He had some money saved up, came in to work with Mr Trattorella’s building company only to become a partner in some venture that they had dreamed up, somewhere up north, New Hampshire or Maine if memory serves me correctly.

“Yep, wasn’t he that big guy who was your foreman a few years back? Played pro B-ball or something like that but tore his ACL?”

“Good memory kiddo, that’s him. Well, he and Mr. Trattorella went into partnership in a construction company in Keene, New Hampshire. I’ve been offered to be the foreman on Lee’s, I mean Mr. Townsend’s crew, what do you think about that?”

“WHOA! dad, does this mean that you are moving into the vacation house by yourself?”

“Robbie, that’s up to you, you are a man now, the choice is yours and yours . You are more than welcome to come and live with me in Vermont when you are not in school. I have already secured a summer job for you with Mr. Townsend should you choose to come up north and live with me.”

“What? there is just no question here dad, of course I want to live with you. Heck there is a rink just the next town over, I can even transfer my credits to Keene, go to school there!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down there kiddo, I said nothing about you having to change Universities. We don’t want to turn your entire world upside down just because your mom and I have grown apart.”

“Dad, you know that it was my second choice of schools to begin with. They have an organized hockey program and I can see if I still qualify for the partial scholarship that they had offered me the first go round.”

“If that’s your choice Robbie, your mom and I will help you make the arrangements to change schools, that is if that is what YOU want, not that you are doing this as some sort of loyalty to me. You know what I mean, your sister with your Mom and you with me. I don’t want you to think that you have to make a choice between either of us. This has to be because YOU want to do this, we will support you 100 % no matter what.”

“Dad, can we swing by the rink before we go to the vacation house, I wish to let them know that I am moving, that I am going to have to give them short notice about leaving. Don’t worry, I’m going to thank them a ton for the opportunity they have given me but I think that this is going to be the right choice for me, well all of us.”

“Sure thing kiddo,, you know something, I am so proud of you, how you are taking all of this. I don’t know if I would have been as reasonable about all of this had I been in your place.”

The gear of the truck engages, motion causes what feels like an out of body experience. Was this all really happening and if it is, am I making the right choice? Well, I guess I’ll find out soon enough.

I run out of the ice rink, heads back to the passenger side of the pick-up, dad turns to me.

“Well, how did it go Robbie?”

“Fine Dad, my boss understands, he let me know that he was proud of my decision. He also said that if things did not work out up north that a job would always be available for me here.”

A proud smile crosses dad’s face, it’s probably the first sign of being in better spirits dad has shown since he dropped the bomb-shell.

“Hey Dad, what about my stuff? My cloths, my hockey gear, all of my furniture? I didn’t bring enough stuff with me to last for more than a few days.”

“Got that all worked out with Mr Trattorella. Your mom agreed to pack up your stuff if you decided to make the move. Mr. Trattorella is coming up to see Mr. Townsend next week, he agreed to bring your stuff up with him then. You can just keep washing what you have until then. It is not like we need to have too many changes of cloths anyway. Heck, fetiş porno a pair of boxers, a pair of sneakers and we are set for in house life. We are gonna have to get some things for the house though, maybe take the weekend off working on the house, stop at the IKEA in Brattleboro, hows that sound to you?”

“Sounds good to me Dad.”

We head off down the road, we’re on the turnpike in no time, head for what is home not the vacation house anymore. Dad reaches over with his right arm, places it around my shoulder. I feel him give me a reassuring squeeze, I respond by laying my head sideways onto his arm, feels light pressure as he tugs me toward him.

My head rests on his shoulder and partially on his chest. Dad’s arm wraps around me, his hand drapes down, lightly pats my right peck. It’s an odd feeling, like being a huge baby bird being guarded, held safely in the nest under the wing of my parent.

Burning tears fill my eyes, I closed my lids, sniffles, tries to be quiet as I can. Dad responds by squeezing my chest a little, I feel his scruffy chin brush the crew cut top of my head, he gently kisses my hair.

By our surroundings, I know it will be less than 15 minutes from where we are before we reach the log cabin rest center. I feel the pressure in my bladder becoming uncomfortable. I really have had a rough evening, then I thought to myself, heck, dad must be having an even worse time than me. I decide that I’m going to try and turn this rough time around, make it a time of bonding between the two of us. We are going to be an inseparable team, you know kinda like Batman and Robin, that is if Batman was Robins real father.

We take the familiar turn off the highway, day light has only started to fade. We come to a full stop in our regular parking space, I hop out, run to the rest room, dad follows me shortly.

Familiar sounds of the unbuckling of his belt, the slide of his heavy work pant fabric against his bulky, hairy thighs. I stand at the stall, let out a long stream of piss, then wash myself and cleaned the Thermos, heads back out to the truck.

It’s still hot even though we were so many miles north of where we had started. Dad opens up his door, slides himself in behind the steering wheel. A quick turn of the key, a rev of the engine and off again toward our final destination.

Dad reaches over, embraced me, Draws me to his chest, security I find there. I hear his heart beating, he shuts off the air conditioning, rolls down his window, then reaches back, slides the rear window of the cab open. The rush of fresh air through the truck and the sudden rise in temperature made my head swim.

We continued our drive and the light became just a bit more orange on the horizon. Dad leans forward, removes his arm from around me. I hear him rustling objects he has accumulated on the dash board. The cap is popped off one of his White Owl Cigars casings. A quick flick of his metal Zippo Lighter. The aroma of cigar smoke fills my nostrils and my heart begins to race. Dad places his strong arm around my shoulders.

OK, I am going to do this, it might be wrong but I have to do it. My mind become lasers focused on my mission, I slide my head down off dad’s shoulder, down his chest, rock hard stomach, my chin comes to rest on the top of his huge right thigh. Another puff on his cigar, dad runs his fingers back and forth through my short, cropped hair.

I rub the side of my cheek against the area where his pants zipper is concealed. Feels a mass underneath my face, it begins to grow, harden, become more substantial by the second. Dad readjusts his position, slides slightly forward in the seat. My head is pressing down, moving in a back and forth motion over. Using my teeth and tongue, I move the fabric over the zipper to the side, grabbed the metal tab of the zipper between my front teeth. I move my head toward the steering wheel until the zipper has been fully brought down.

Dad begins to massage the back of my neck, I turn my attention to the thick worn leather of the belt and buckle that wrapped around his waist. It takes some work, actually a great deal of effort but I get his belt undone. Now works on the large brass button that holds the top of Dad’s work pants together. Once again my tongue and teeth do there trick, the button pops through the opening, reveals the dark hair hidden beneath the waistband.

Dad’s hamile porno breathing becomes labored, the bulge is growing at an alarming rate in his pants as it struggles to free itself. It’s as if an angry Pit Bull was trying to escape through a screen door, the Pit Bull would ultimately win for sure! Dad raises himself slightly above his seat, with one hand pushes his work pants and his boxers down as far as he can. It’s a struggle but one that I’m thrilled to assist him with.

With dad’s cloths pushed down below his knees, his raging hard-on rises before my eyes, it springs upward, then falls forward against the steering wheel from it’s own shear weight and size. I breath in deeply, open my mouth wide, extend my tongue as far as it will go. I gently touch the very tip of the obelisk of muscular flesh before me. I run my tongue in a circular motion over the area where the foreskin has receded and the angry head of dad’s manhood forcefully stands proud. A little drool of clear fluid oozes from the large opening at the end of the monstrous helmet shaped head of his penis. Eagerly, I flick my tongue over it, smear the liquid all over the opening slit. I begin my decent downward towards the base of the rod. My chin buries in the rough bush of dark black course curly hair.

Dad spread his legs wide, accidentally hits the gas a little hard, the truck makes a sudden lurch forward. Dad recovers quickly, puts both hands on the steering wheel, his White Owl Cigar still firmly held between the fingers of his left hand. A sigh of relief, I feel the muscles in dad’s legs relax. He must have clenched his ass cheeks so tightly that had there been anything between them, it would now be as thinly pressed as tissue paper.

A quick pull on his cigar, exhale of smoke, tantalizes my nostrils. I open my mouth almost unhinging my jaw, I raised my head about a foot above dad’s pubic hairs. I engulf the head of his penis, slide my lips downward over the shaft until I gag, and then gag again. I refuse to give up. I breath in slowly through my nose, work my tongue from side to side around the shaft. I force myself to open my jaw a little further, my tongue slips out past my lips, slithers further down dad’s steel hard shaft, right down to the very tips of his pubic hairs.

Dad stretches his right arm away from the steering wheel, I feel his rough calloused fingers slip under the waist band of my nylon shorts, then beneath the elastic top of my boxer-briefs. His fingers do not stop there. He leans to the right, his chest pushes down on the back of my head. My throat opens up. For the first time in my life, the head of his penis is guided all the way down my throat. I gag, dad tries to withdraw himself but my desire to drive my face down, to rub my nose against the hair covered groin is far too strong.

Dad’s fingers are removed from underneath my shorts. I hear my him spit, then fingers moving toward my ass crack like a divining rod toward underground water. Spit covered fingers spread glop over my ass hole, rubs back and forth, then forcefully enters my hole. His index and middle fingers invade my hole without mercy. I honestly do not wish for mercy, I love the painful sensation shooting from my hole to my gut. Electric current lights the end of hard penis like a light bulb. Dad abruptly withdraws his fingers. I’m determined to continue my assault on the monster in my mouth, I’m not going to stop now.

Dad takes the empty plastic tube that once contained his White Owl cigar, west the end with spit, presses it against the opening of my ass hole and then it slips in. Brilliant lights flash before my eyes, I feel the hard plastic tube being roughly rammed to it’s very end. It just barely hits my prostate but boy, it sure makes me arch my back like a Halloween cat! The cigar tube is withdrawn, then rammed back in, time and time again. After a few dozen forceful stabbings of my hole, the additional pressure of his fingers at my holes opening.

“Take it you little bitch!”

Two fingers are rammed along side the hard plastic cigar tube.

“Yeah, take it you, daddy’s little fuck!”

He’s talking dirty to me, I had not expected it but man it turns me on to no end. I begin to work his dick up and down. Pulling all the way out to the tip, then slam myself down until I feel the head of his dick stretching the walls of my gullet.

The hum of the trucks engine lessens as we approach our exit.

Dad withdraws his fingers quickly but leaves the cigar tube planted in my ass. Not wishing to stop my assault on his penis, I even quicken up my pace. I hear the gravel covered driveway crunching under the tires of the pick-up.

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Part 3

It was surreal. I was sleeping in my mother’s bed and we were both totally naked and cuddled through the night. When morning broke and I wakened, I couldn’t remember at first why or how I had got there. But it all soon flooded back, what we talked about last night and how we’d petted and kissed and explored each others bodies intimately.

Mum also woke at the same time and was bright and cheery. She kneeled and straddled me and her warm soft skin was gorgeous. She smiled, leaned forward and gave me another lovely wet kiss.

“Well?”

I smiled back.

“Yes!”

We would complete the pact.

“But you need to help me mum.I don’t want to let YOU down.”

“Oh darling, you won’t let me or dad down, I just know”.

Mum got some coffee, orange juice and croissants and brought them back up stairs to the bedroom. There was a balcony and wicker chairs that we sat out on looking down to the lake. It was beautiful. Mum knew I was a novice and was so kind.

“Son, qiqitv.info I know you are a virgin, which is lovely, and I know you’ve started masturbating – don’t forget I do your washing and see the stains. Do you know how babies are made?”

This wasn’t so strange a question as I only knew bits.

“When your daddy and I made love he’d slide his lovely penis inside my pussy and rub in back and forth – a bit like when you use your hand to rub yours. Well that got daddy excited enough to make the white creamy fluid called semen. When daddy shot his semen into me the little sperms swam around and found an egg in my tummy and fertilised it. That egg became you and nine months later you were born – travelling out of mummy’s pussy. There!”

Now think! Some readers might feel that last paragraph childlike. But for that boy it was just what he needed. If a few parents would take time and love to explain it so nicely and easy to understand it would help youngsters so much. And that boy was grateful hizmetçi porno to his loving mum.

“I’ve seen a few pictures in magazines mum but it was hard to work it out. Now I understand. Thank you mummy.”

As he spoke he leaned over and gently kissed his mother.

“Now while I tidy up, why don’t you have a nice shower?”

He did and spent a long time soaping his young body. He wanted to be very nice for what was coming, and remember he had not cum the night before and his balls were full and his young cock already hard.

As he dried he re entered the bedroom and dropped his towel. There before him his mother was waiting. Standing like a goddess she wore a beautiful set of silky lace underwear: peep-hole bra, French open crotch knickers and suspenders and her face was gently made up. There was a sweet scent of expensive perfume in the air too.

“I wore this the last time I made love with your dad.”

She whispered.

The boy walked ifşa porno towards his mum and they embraced with the sweetest most passionate kiss. He kissed and fondled her beautiful body and she did the same to him. Guiding his hand she made sure his young fingers were soon playing with her already moist pussy lips and she was fondling his hard young cock too.

She moved to the bed where they continued to play like true lovers. He was already naked and her bra and knickers were soon removed, leaving just her stockings. Mum placed a cushion under the small of her back and lay back. The boy then took position and she guided the helmet of his prick towards the entrance of her pussy – rubbing it against her wet flesh.

“When you are ready darling.”

Her son pushed a little forward. He looked down to see his virgin helmet disappear in between his mother legs. The warm wet sensation was fantastic.

“Nearly there darling.”

She encouraged him.

“Now put your hands on my shoulders and push a bit more.”

He responded and within a moment his whole shaft was in up to his balls. He was now no longer a virgin. He’d dreamed about his very first sexual encounter but never imagined it would be so, so beautiful. He really loved his mother.

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This is a continuation of how I became a public exhibitionist. It helps if you read my first story, at least you get a background of the progress I am making…

After several months of flashing the truckers, I had gotten used to the idea of exhibitionism. I was doing it because my husband enjoyed letting other men see me, but I have to admit, I was starting to enjoy the attention myself.

I had gone from being scared to take my top off in the car at night to being able to be totally nude in front of truck drivers, even going so far as to finger myself to climax for an occasional trucker. Just thinking about another man seeing me naked got to be such a turn-on that I would just nearly cum thinking about them looking at me.

This was a “controlled” environment. Truck drivers usually have a deadline to make, so they can’t hassle you to do something you are uncomfortable with. They drive rigs that are just not as nimble as cars, you can get out of a situation if you get uncomfortable. All in all I felt very comfortable with this aspect. Hubby had other ideas, though, wanting me to go ‘farther’.

It finally happened, one day. Early springtime and I was ready to sunbathe and catch some rays. I never had problems with laying out in our back yard, it being so secluded. It was nearly a mile to our nearest neighbor. So, after finding the suntan oil, a beach chair, a cold beer, and my trusty two-piece, off I went to the back yard.

I aldatma porno felt very comfortable with untying my top, and laying on my stomach so that I would not get tan lines. Heaven forbid I would lay on my back, though. Again, Hubby had different ideas. He came over, pulled my top off and put it in his pocket!

It didn’t bother me for a little while, but then I needed to turn over. “Hey, give me my top back!”.

“Nope, I want to see those beautiful breast while I work, and I think I’ll keep it a while. Better yet, Why don’t you take off those bottoms, so I can get a GOOD show?” Hubby gleely answered.

Looking around nervously, I decided to try it. My nipples where already hard from being free, and I did enjoy the sun on my skin. We were well off of the main drag, it wasn’t like somebody could drive up the driveway into our backyard without me knowing!

I lay back down thinking all kind of thoughts. It did feel so good to be naked, feeling the sun on my nipples and pubic area. I was getting kind of aroused when hubby came up to make it worse.

He sat by me and started rubbing my nipples, which were already rock hard. It felt SOOO good! I moved his hand down a little farther and started enjoying the feel of his fingers inside me, getting me even wetter.

He looked at me and said, “Why don’t you give him a little show?”

“Who?”, I asked nervously.

“The neighbors new foreman, ensest porno he’s walking the fenceline checking the fence! He is coming up from your left side, behind you, about 75 feet away.”

Oh my gosh! I nearly came right there! A live person was standing there watching me!! I couldn’t cover up, I didn’t have anything to get! The thought got me very excited, and I asked, “Okay, what do I do?”

Hubby said, “Relax, he doesn’t see us yet. This is your yard, you can be nude here if you want to be. Pretend that you don’t know he is here and give him a special show. You know, use your imagination and turn him ON!”

With that, he got up and went into the house and left me trembling to let this stranger see me!

I thought about it for a second, and started to come up with a plan. I had my eyes closed, partly to shade my eyes from the sun and partly so I couldn’t see him. I could just pretend that I was asleep, and just enjoy the attention.

By now, I could hear his footsteps, and I knew he must be reaching our corner. Sure enough, the footsteps stopped. I could just imagine the sight that he was seeing. I was totally naked, glistening with sweat, nipples rock hard, and horney as hell. I lay there for a little bit, just letting him look. I knew he was watching, because the footsteps had not started again.

I reached up and rolled one of my nipples around my fingers. Believe it or not, it got escort porno harder! I did this for a little, and the sensation felt so good, I started to rub my clit with my other hand. It didn’t take too long at all for me to cum, I was soo excited. A moan escaped my lips as my body trembled violently from the orgasm.

Breathing hard, I wanted to see what kind of results I was getting from my visitor, so I screwed up my courage and got up from the chair and stretched. Turning around, I saw that he was less than 30 feet away, and looked at me sheepishly when he noticed I was looking at him.

As he mumbled an apology and turned around to walk off red faced, I remembered what my husband said about putting on a “real” show, so I walked over to the fence and asked him if he enjoyed seeing me this way. Standing naked in front of this man, less than 3 feet away with nothing but a barbwire fence between the two of us really turned me on!

When he told me he did, it made me really hot. I had never dreamed that there could be this kind of rush! I invited him back over to check fences anytime, and told him I would try to make sure he had a good reason to check them often!

I went into the house to see what hubby would say, and didn’t even make it in the door. Evidently, he had been watching the whole thing, and showed me how proud he was of my show with a little show of his own!

After making love for a couple of hours, he spent the rest of the week telling me how excited he was that I put on a show like that, how proud he was of me for being able to do it, and how much he hoped I would do it again. With the feelings I had that afternoon, I don’t think that will be a problem!

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Quinn was a twenty-something city girl, three years out of college and enjoying life as a well-paid executive assistant in a communications firm, while working on her MBA. She was smart and ambitious, and planned to be the executive, not the assistant, by the time she was thirty.

Quinn managed to fit an active social life into this busy schedule also. She had a good figure, worked out regularly, and had eye-catching red hair. Although she had no steady partner, she went to restaurants, movies and clubs regularly with her friends. Since her sophomore year in college, she had accumulated a number of fuck-buddies, men and women who enjoyed sex, but had no time for a steady relationship.

This Saturday morning, Quinn woke up with a slight headache from one vodka too many the night before, and a recently fucked feeling in her pussy from her buddy Steve’s large cock. Steve was a cop, a detective. They had arranged to meet at a club the night before, and had danced energetically with their group. Later, as the dances got slower, she and Steve had clinched on the floor. As they hungrily kissed, she felt his cock grow against her belly. She thought of fucking him in the club, or at least blowing him, but they decided to go to a mobil porno friends apartment first to party a little more.

At the apartment, Quinn soon decided she needed a fuck. She grabbed Steve, and found an empty room. As he undressed her, her short dress fell to the floor, leaving her braless, in a red thong that showed her ass to perfection, thigh high stockings, and black patent spike heels. She dropped to her knees and undid his fly, allowing the engorged cock to leap out to her waiting mouth. She was proud of her cocksucking skills, and could deepthroat most of the cocks she sucked. Steve was groaning in pleasure as licked his balls on the down stroke and swirled her talented tongue on his cockhead on the upstroke. She wanted him to last long enough to fuck her, so she quickly stood and turned, bending at the waist and removing the thong. Steve knew her preference, and now he was on his knees, tonguing her pussy, searching for her clit. She felt herself getting close to orgasm, but knew she needed that cock. She dropped to the floor on her knees, ass in the air, and growled over her shoulder “Fuck me, now”.

Steve wasn’t the brightest spark, but he could follow simple commands. And he could fuck. He went deep alman porno inside her, then slowly withdrew, and gradually accelerated his assault on her pussy. Within minutes, Quinn felt his full weight banging her ass, and his full length fucking her deep. He grabbed her wrists to pull against as he fucked her. Quinn noticed they had an audience, a Japanese girl named Miko. She stood just inside the door, skirt around her waist and one hand actively caressing her clit.

Then, Quinn felt something strange-cold metal on her wrists. Fucking Steve had cuffed her! The bastard. Quinn had never gone for any form of bondage, she was very much a straight sex girl-with boys, and girls, and toys, and a little anal, and occasionally some spanking, and once or twice water sports.

He continued to fuck her, but now had grabbed her hair and motioned Miko to join them. The Japanes girl removed her dress leaving her in white cotton schoolgirl panties. With her small breasts, she looked about fourteen. She took off the panties, showing a shaved mound. Steve was silently orchestrating every move now. Miko lay on the floor leg spread, in front of Quinn.

Now Quinn was at a loss. She enjoyed girls as much as boys, alexis texas porno but had never been in a threesome-except for the time she sucked off two guys together on a dare, or when she gone down on her college room-mate as her boyfriend watched and jerked off. Those times didn’t really count, Quinn thought, and they didn’t involve being handcuffed anyway.

Steve decided things for her. He grasped her hair and forced her face between Miko’s legs. Quinn tasted the wet pussy and became ravenous, she needed to eat this girl, give her an orgasm, and take Steve’s load also, before she could get off herself. Her tongue entered the Japanese girl’s cunt, found her clit, and attacked it eagerly. Miko grabbed her and pushed her closer to her pussy. Steve continued to fuck her, and now had a finger in her asshole! Quinn couldn’t hold back any more. She felt orgasm rippling out from her pussy, forcing a scream from her as Miko arched her back and went rigid in her climax. She felt Steve pull out and as he groaned, his hot seed landed on her back.

Quinn lay in bed and thought about last night. A new fuck buddy in Miko. Her first threesome. She decided that it was a good thing, and good things should be repeated. Maybe with two girls, or two guys, or girls with strap-ons, or girls with strap-ons and a guy, or…..Quinn felt a new world opening up, one that demanded to be explored.

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Chapter 1

The Secret

It had been a long day at work. Tiring, going through paperwork and filing their latest case. She was ready to go home and see her Italian Greyhounds, grab a glass of wine, and get a fire going and cozy up on the couch. Outside of work she didn’t have much of a life. Her passion for her job consumed her life. She came home late and woke up early to start every day the same. It had begun to wear down on her and she felt her passion slipping away. The only comfort in life these days was her dogs.

A rarer breed, Italian Greyhounds. She had seen one of these little beauties in the park next to her office. They ran fast, agile and lithe, through and around the trees chasing bigger dogs and generally seemed full of life. Something she realized she was missing in partial that day. So the next day spontaneity touched her and she looked up breeders in the morning on her computer after slipping into the monotony of paperwork. She quickly found a breeder and picked up two little puppies that weekend which she promptly named Zeus and Athena. They filled up her time and brought happiness once again to her life. But they didn’t complete it. She needed more, something darker. A secret that she striven to bury deep inside her.

Because work was ever present she had little time to socialize or go out and that had also stopped any type of the sexual nature as well. The only person she usual conversed with was her only friend Lauren really. So when she felt … “in need” she quickly and efficiently serviced herself with a trusty little vibrator that she carried with her all the time. As she seemed to be “in need” a lot the past year or so. She found herself constantly thinking about it and wanting something more that her vibrator could provide her. It was frustrating and not to mention embarrassing.

That morning she had awoken up with a burning need, a pain deep inside for the need to be filled. She got up and tried to ignore it as she got ready for work. As she applied her make up she looked at herself in the mirror closely. She was 27, technically still a young women. With long brunette hair that was down to the mid of her back with carefully streaked blond highlights. She had piercing green eyes and full lips. Standing at 5’7 and around 138 pounds, 36C, she visited the gym four times a week on a strict schedule. She made sure that she always kept herself in a state of professional attire to make sure that nobody would underestimate her. She sex izle was at the height of her life and career and took it maybe a little to seriously. So why was it that she didn’t have a boyfriend or a lover. Because she told herself she didn’t need one. She was strong and proud. And not willing to admit that her dark and twisted self craved for a male to make her his, to the core. So she ignored her desire and went on with her routine…a possible mistake.

“Lexie, Jim wants you to finish the Hackner case and have it on his desk in the morning. Also your seven o’clock has been postponed and you have a message left from Lauren saying that if you wanted to go to the gym with her in an hour that you had better meet her downstairs in fifteen minutes.”, said her secretary Sarah, and older lady who had saved her career more then once possible by being proficient and through!

“Thanks Sarah. Let me finish this up and I will be gone for lunch. I will be back around two. Can you send this off to Smith please and make a call to Windelton about having his case files brought forward.” She signed the last article and stood up. She was thankful Lauren had called about the gym. It was just what she needed! If she maybe had a strong workout the persisting need would go away and she would just be enveloped with exhaustion

“Lexie! Thank goodness, I thought you would blow me off as usual.” Her friend jokingly said as she laughed her quickly little laugh. Lauren was what would be considered and exotic beauty. She had natural darker toned skin, with dark short hair and almost darker colored eyes. She was also naturally skinny whereas she had to work at it. When she was with Lauren she tended to be invisible which was fine with her. Watching guy after guy hit on her in the gym was an interesting entertainment to count how many for the day which she would then pick on her friend for. Her friend was a bit on the promiscuous side and quite the flirt. She loved the attention so it worked out great for both of them.

“Well I am glad you called Lauren, I needed some time from work and this is the perfect thing to get some things off my mind.” As they walked into the gym she noticed how every guy suddenly seemed to pause for a second in time to ingest Lauren. Lauren bent over and showed off her perfect small ass as she bent over and signed the sign in sheet. She found herself wishing for once one guy would do this to her but sighed wistfully as the mirrors on the gym portrayed her alt yazılı porno more curvy body that she struggled to slim to her friends size.

As they walked up to the treadmills her friend began to relay her morning and she slowly zoned out as she began to run, concentrating to throw off a desire that was putting her slowly into agony. It was agony, the only way she could best explain to her friend once that she imagined it was what a guy felt like when he was blue balling. She was unsure if she was just weird or there was other women with the same type symptoms but she was to shy to ask others. As she picked up speed the hairs on the back of her neck began to stand up as she had the feeling of someone was watching her. She took a quick glance around and noticed instantly a man standing near one of the weight lifters. He was tall, maybe around 6’2 with dark hair and a great body. And he was definitely staring in her direction but she was unsure of why so she tried to ignore it but his eyes seemed to be burning holes into the back of her skull. After twenty minutes had passed and she was mumbling occasionally to Lauren’s chatter she knew he was definitely still watching her as occasionally she would glance in his direction. She felt herself begin to burn slowly from his persistence. As she begin to slow down and looked at her watch to confirm that her time was up she asked Lauren if she wanted a bottle of water.

She walked over to the dispensing machine when she bent over to retrieve the bottles she had paid for she felt her ass brush up against a warm body. She quickly jumped up and turned around to find the man looming over her.

“Oh,….uh sorry. I didn’t realize you were behind me.” I said this lamely unsure how to react to his presence. Up close she realized he had they sorta Grey colored eyes that she could probably melt into along with a very sculptured body. And she felt her body reacting to him just being near him.

“Don’t worry I didn’t mean to startle you. I just wanted to tell you to meet me at my condo tonight at 9:00. Here is my card, my address is written on the back. Don’t make me hunt you down.” He was very calm but the authority in his voice said he wasn’t playing around. He turned away and walked out the gym.

I stood in shock. Unable to truly process what he meant until my friend came up with a most jealous look on her face. “What did he say to you? You look stunned.” I explained to her and as I did altyazılı sex izle I felt anger at a man being so presumptuous; along with another feeling…a not so welcome feeling. A feeling of desire to obey his command. My secret dark desire…here before me. Impossible. It wasn’t natural…and how would he know what I craved. Needed. Desired. I was taken from my thoughts at my friends laughter along with her jealousy. “Wow Lexie, I would definitely tap that ass. You should go for it! When was the last time you were laid…I don’t remember.”

“Shut up Lauren. I don’t need to be reminded.” I quickly strutted over to the door not waiting for her. When I got out the door she had caught up and quietly waited for my input. “That was so…so arrogant! He thinks women will just come to him when he tells them to!”

“I think it was kinda hot! I sexy tryst with a unknown man! He looked yummy!” I didn’t want to admit that I thought he looked delicious as well or that he might be my dream come true…or nightmare to haunt me. After Lauren left giving me advice to take him up on his offer I went back to work…distracted. I found myself unable to ignore my need with the thought of his offer swarming my mind. So I got up and locked my office door, then proceeded to get out my vibrator. As I begin to rub myself I realized how turned on I had been, pleasure begin to thrum in my veins as I thought of the offer I had been given. I imagined going there and him handling me roughly as he fucked me against the wall. It didn’t take long. Within moments my climax hit me hard. I leaned back in my chair allowing my breathing to regulate when a knock came upon my door. “Yes?” I quickly begin to rearrange myself as I stepped up to the door. When I opened the door it revealed Sarah. “Lexie, here is the Wendlton case you asked for.”

“Oh yes, thank you Sarah.” I closed the door with the file in hand and went back to my desk. My need was still there, I had just taken off the edge so there was a subtle ache but it was hand able.

I continued with work until seven. I packed up everything and headed home tired and in thought. I knew I wasn’t going to go to this strange man’s house, he would forget about me and we would both continue on. But he had added fuel to an already raging fire within and I hated him for it in a way. Because know the lurking thoughts in my brain would not leave. Wouldn’t be buried as usual. The thought to allow a man to make me submit to his every will. To take me and use me until there was nothing left. And it left me desperate. As nine o’clock rolled around I found myself watching the clock and talking to Zeus and Athena mindlessly in front of the television. I finally got up and went to bed. I fell asleep after my third climax.

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School for Lesbian Subs Ch. 04

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We emerged from the stall and stopped.

Mistress Tania was standing before us, arms crossed and eyebrow raised.

‘What kept you?’

She seemed to notice the moisture around Emma’s lips and then smiled, ‘ahh, I see.

‘Put her with the others and then wait for me.’

Emma lead me around to the back of the stable to a waist high rail where all the others were tied, bent over.

Once again I was beside Asha who was still shifting her weight and whimpering.

‘Hold it in…’ Emma warned her.

Mistress Tania emerged after what seemed like hours but was probably only 5 or 10 minutes and stood before us, riding crop in hand.

‘You will now be taught how to behave as proper ponies. You will be taught to step and to pull carts in pairs and you will learn to be convincing. Now, one of you has already earned punishment’ she looked meaningfully at me ‘and she will receive that punishment now. To make sure you all behave, you will all receive 6 swats with the riding crop as well. If any of you have a problem with this, take it up with Daniela!’

With that, she moved behind the first pony in line and gave her six swats with the crop across her arse.

She moved down the line, doing the same to each of them until she reached Asha.

In her defence, Asha really tried to hold it in, but, after holding on for so long and then having her arse swatted in such a vulnerable position, Asha simply could not hold her altyazılı porno piss in any more after the fourth swat and simply started sobbing as she released her piss all over the ground in front of her and her own feet, splashing my feet and the feet of the pony on her other side as well.

Mistress Tania clicked her tongue at this and said in a low, threatening voice, ‘you will be punished for that later, slut.’

Next, I was untied from the rail and lead over to a large wooden ‘X’. My arms were untied from behind me and then I was tied to the ‘X’ facing my classmates.

Mistress Tania informed me that I would have to take six with the crop, six with the cane and then six with an electric cattle prod as punishment for giving in to my inner slut.

The bit was removed from my mouth and I was ordered to count out the strokes and thank her after each one.

Suddenly, there was a whoosh of air behind me and my left cheek exploded in a strip of fire, ‘One, thank you Mistress!’

Another.

‘Two, thank you Mistress!’

A third, across the same spot as the first two, ‘Three, thank you Mistress!’

I heard footsteps behind me as Mistress Tania switched to my right-hand side and… whoosh, crack, ‘Four, thank you Mistress!’

Again.

‘Five, thank you Mistress!’

And another, ‘Six, thank you Mistress!’

In spite of myself, I could feel my pussy starting to react to being cropped in front of zenci porno my classmates like this. Emma noticed it too and called out to Mistress Tania, ‘slut-pony seems to like it Mistress Tania, she’s dripping all over the place!’

My cheeks reddened with shame and my arousal increased.

I must not have been paying close enough attention to Mistress Tania, because I hadn’t noticed her get the cane and line it up behind me.

Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.

‘Seven, thank you Mistress! Eight, thank you Mistress! Nine, thank you Mistress! Ten, thank you Mistress! Eleven, thank you Mistress! Twelve, thank you Mistress!’

Each cane stroke across my arse had landed almost exactly parallel to the one before in, working their way downwards.

Mistress then went to a bag on the ground that I hadn’t noticed before and grabbed out a wicked looking cattle prod.

Emma stepped in front of me, smiling from ear to ear. She leaned in close and whispered, ‘I love seeing little slut-ponies get punished’, and started to finger me, moving one finger gently in and out of my dripping cunt. ‘Mmm, hot’, she smiled and licked her lips seductively.

Zap.

My arse exploded and I screamed in pain and lust. ‘Ah! Thirteen, thank you Mistress!’

Zap. ‘Ahh! Fourteen, thank you Mistress!’

Emma slipped a second finger in and increased the pace.

Zap, zap.

‘Ahh! Ahhh! Fifteen, aldatma porno thank you Mistress! Sixteen, thank you Mistress!’

Again the speed of Emma’s fingering increased and a third finger was slipped in as I moaned in arousal.

Zap.

‘Ah! Seventeen, thank you Mistress!’

Emma , as if she was acting on a pre-arranged signal suddenly stepped away, leaving me teetering on the edge of a mighty orgasm.

As suddenly as Emma had left, Mistress Tania stepped in front of me and brandished the cattle prod with a smile.

‘Only one zap left, can you guess where it goes?’

My eyes widened as I realised that she intended to zap me on my protruding clit.

‘Yes, that’s right my little slut-pony, right on your little clitty and if you cum, we’ll do it all over again until and again and again until you maintain control.

ZAP!

‘Ahhhh! Eighteen, thank you Mistress!’ I screamed and only just maintained control. As exciting as it was, I did not want to go through that again.

And just like that, it was over, I was untied, my bit was replaced, my arms were back behind my back and I was lead over to the others.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a whirl of learning the ways of the ponygirl.

We were taught to step in proper fashion — bringing our legs up so that the thigh was parallel to the ground and the shin was perpendicular to it and swapping over, time and time again.

We were hitched up to carts and taught how to respond to the reigns and we were whipped when we got it wrong.

Then it was time to turn us back into students.

We were taken back to where we had disrobed and ordered to put our uniforms back on.

Time for the evening meal.

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Team Bonding Ch. 02

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With time against them, the two girls set to work silently, neither knowing quite what to say. Working together back to back they managed to untie the knots and free their arms, allowing their bras and blouses to fall to the ground. Each girl then removed their soaked, sticky panties and stood naked. Neither could believe what was happening but although they hardly dared admit it, their situation was deeply exciting and secretly they wondered what more was in store. There was something so sexual about being forced to submit completely that even if the door in front of them was unlocked, neither girl could say for sure whether they would leave now or stay and face the consequences.

After exactly ten minutes their teacher re-entered the room. He was pleased with what he saw. The two girls facing him had tight young bodies, with firm breasts and flat stomachs. Their nipples remained hard and their pussies glowed red from their previous trial. He motioned them to one corner of the room where two thin pillars rose from the floor to the ceiling about five feet apart.

‘Stand against these poles facing each other,’ he commanded.

They did as they were told as he continued;

‘The second stage of your lesson will be a development from the first, again focussed on teamwork and cooperation. However, since you proved yourself so well earlier, this stage will be considerably more advanced.’

With another length of rope in his hand he stepped up to Emma. Her wrists were quickly tied and her arms raised above her head. The rope was tied to the post as high as possible, stretching her slender body. Bindings were placed around her waist and also above and below her breasts, ensuring that not only was her top half completely immobile, but also that her bosom was pushed upwards provocatively. Emma tested the restraints to no avail, enjoying the helpless feeling. As she struggled she watched the same ties being applied to Sarah on the opposite post.

Once satisfied their teacher returned to the box at the edge of the room and produced two bright red ball gags and what looked to be two dildos with some kind of harness attached. Both girls gasped as he brought these toys over but were quietened as he forced the gags between their lips, tying them behind their necks and also to the posts, holding the rubber firmly in place but also ensuring they could not move their heads. Now all the girls could do to display their displeasure was moan through their gags.

‘Now, open your legs,’ he ordered.

Sarah was slow to respond, porno izle again feeling a little vulnerable, so she received a hard slap to the inside of her thigh as her legs were pushed apart. He then picked up the first dildo and began to stroke it between her pussy lips. Again her body betrayed her as the toy rubbed over her clit pleasurably. She tried to buck her hips, enticing him to continue touching her. Instead the dildo was slid slowly and easily into her still wet cunt, eliciting a moan of pleasure from behind the gag as the fake cock filled her pussy. Once fully inside her, the harness was fitted. One strap over her hips and two around the top of her thighs held the toy in place. It was then that Sarah noticed an additional piece of the harness. Positioned over her pussy was a butterfly shape, and a small cylindrical shaped bulb pressed directly onto her clit. Before she had chance to ponder this her legs were pushed back together and further bindings were tied around her, above and below her knees and around her ankles. These ropes were then tied around the post.

Emma received the same treatment until both girls were stood facing each other, watching as their partner squirmed in their bindings, completely immobile save for the ability to wiggle their toes. Watching each other tied in exactly the same way as the models in the pictures they had enjoyed that morning produced the same feelings of arousal, as well as amazement that this could be happening to them. Their teacher broke their chain of thoughts;

‘In case you hadn’t realised yet, pressed so perfectly against your clit is a small but powerful vibrator. It is controlled by this wonderful device.’

From the box he produced two matching collars.

‘These collars,’ he explained, ‘will monitor your pulse and your breathing rate. As these variables increase, the level of the vibrators will increase. Therefore, the more aroused you are, the faster the vibrators will run.’

‘Aren’t they wonderful!’ he smiled. ‘Now here’s the catch. The collar to your vibrator Emma will be placed around Sarah’s neck and vice-versa.’ He did just that, clipping the collars firmly in place. Immediately the toys clicked into life, a low and deeply pleasurable buzzing against their clits.

Emma looked so erotic, bound and helpless, the gag and collar adding to the effect. Sarah tried to focus and control her reactions, but she could not take her eyes off her naked friend and could do nothing to prevent her arousal from rising. As her pulse and breathing quickened she amatör porno saw Emma flinch as the vibrations increased. By now Emma’s pussy was burning with desire. ‘This feels so good!’ she thought to herself guiltily as low moans of pleasure escaped her gagged lips. Her face was flushed, her breathing laboured and her nipples stood full and erect. Obviously her arousal was picked up by her collar and her pleasurable thoughts were interrupted as Sarah let out a whimper, her vibrator making a marked increase. Try as she might to fight it, Sarah could feel an orgasm beginning in her body. Her pussy and nipples tingled; her skin glowed and was damp from perspiration. A thin trail of saliva escaped her gagged lips, running down her chin and onto her breasts. To Emma, the sight of her friend drooling was both degrading and humiliating and yet was turning her on immensely. This was transferred directly to Sarah’s pussy. The vibrations seemed to fill her cunt, her pussy lips clamped around the dildo filling her. Her thighs were sticky from her cum and her legs shook in their bonds as the orgasm approached. She was almost hyperventilating from desire and, just as the orgasm struck, she opened her eyes and saw the effect her actions were having on her friend. The huge climax that raced through her body, plus her restraints, plus the sight of her friend squirming and panting in front of her was almost too much and she screamed through the gag.

Emma pulled and tugged at her ties, her body shaking uncontrollably. Her pussy was on fire and as her own orgasm overtook her she too let out a scream. However, there was to be no respite. Sarah’s panting and screaming ensured that the vibrations in Emma’s pussy only increased. A second earth-shattering orgasm hit her as powerfully as the first. By now her engorged clit was hypersensitive and the vibrations were becoming painful.

‘Oh God! Please make it stop!’ she cried out through the gag.

But Sarah was in no position to help. She knew she had to try and control her reactions, but her friend’s cries sounded so sexy through the gag, so instead of calming down, her own second orgasm approached. By now she was drooling freely from her gag, saliva running over her bare breasts and down her stomach. She was covered in sweat and the juices from her pussy were running down the dildo and coating her thighs. Again she screamed and her legs buckled as she climaxed.

Soon both girls were screaming continuously. For a listener outside the room it must have sounded like anal porno they were being tortured. Neither cared for the other’s predicament, all they were focused on was their own burning bodies. Their eyes were wide and tears flowed freely down their cheeks, the mixture of feelings so intense as further orgasms racked through their bodies. Emma lost count of the number of times she came, the vibrations on her clit were like painful electric shocks, but even the pain was adding to her arousal. She was gasping for breath, fighting her ties and trying in vain to remove the vibrator from her clit. Her vision began to blur as it all became too extreme. The hypersensitivity, the pain and the arousal were too much and she blacked out, slumping into the restraints. As a result, eventually the vibrations in Sarah’s pussy began to decrease. She had been climaxing almost continuously for God knows how long and as it all subsided all she could do was sob through the gag. In time it stopped altogether and she hung limply in her ties, all her energy drained.

The next thing Sarah felt was the touch of her teacher. He was slowly releasing her ties from bottom to top and as her wrists were freed she fell to the floor, still too weak to stand on her own. With her eyes closed from exhaustion she heard him leave the room. Eventually she had recovered enough to get up. The harness around her waist was taken off and the sticky dildo gently removed, her pussy still sensitive. She then stood, stretched and walked to her still unconscious friend. Removing Emma’s gag she affectionately stroked her face.

‘My poor, poor baby’ she whispered. She untied Emma and tenderly lowered her to the ground. Holding her in her arms she unfastened the harness and gingerly removed the dildo, throwing it to one side. Sarah then continued to stoke her friends face until she came round.

‘It’s all right, it’s over now’ she whispered as Emma blinked in the light. Once they had both recovered they took stock. At one end of the room hung their own clothes. Quickly they got dressed and left the room to be greeted again by the receptionist, who gave them a knowing smile.

‘Here are your certificates. You have both passed the course, and although your teamwork was not exactly perfect your teacher hopes you have learnt a lot about yourselves and each other.’

With that they were shown to the door, each girl quiet and reflective. Their ordeal had been incredible but awakened inside them was an unknown desire. What was to happen next neither girl knew but each was sure that the websites that had got them into this trouble would be visited again.

Their contemplation was interrupted by the receptionist.

‘Sorry girls, I forgot to ask. We have an advanced class that you can start in ten minutes. Can I tempt you?’

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Eve of Seduction

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This is a further instalment in the ‘Eve’ series. Though the tale stands alone, for characterisation and story development, readers may first wish to check out ‘Eve’s Drops’ and ‘Eve’s Temptation’ by the same author.

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The working week having finally ended, we congregated outside Waterman’s waiting for the minibus to take us to the annual barbecue. Shirts, suits and ties and replaced by t-shirts, polo shirts, cut-off jeans and beach shorts, spirits ran high at the collective anticipation of a night of free booze, partying, and maybe, just maybe, some hot action.

The only problem as the minibus crawled into sight was that there was still one missing: Eve. As 5.05 came and went, a sense of restlessness started to spread and when several more minutes elapsed, the silence was punctuated by the grumble of the engine. My heart plunged.

Then, just as it seemed we were about to leave without her, in breezed Eve, the airy bohemian one-piece I had chosen specially for the evening accentuating each and every curve. Cheeks flush in the scorching summer evening, a hasty apology was issued, followed by an even quicker pardon from the guys, the catwalk-like swagger down the aisle accompanied by an inevitable chorus of “get ’em off”.

Eve smiled, lapping up the attention, all eyes trailing as she shuffled past. Seated halfway down, I found myself pressed hard into the window, leaving a large space for her to slot into. Disappointingly, she continued past, pleated skirt billowing around her backside to reveal a pair of smooth calves and ample thighs. As she joined the two other females in our party on the back seat, a thin expression broke on my lips.

I so wanted to turn and smile, but elected to keep my eyes on the road as we zigzagged through the city exodus. My pal Danny would turn momentarily to exchange pleasantries, though I’m sure it was Eve, and not I, that was the excuse for his bonhomie. Regrettably I could only visualise the gypsy-like beauty at the back, her brunette curls doubtless lilting on her shoulders, her smile as bright as a floodlight.

Mine and Eve’s liaison earlier that week – that had culminated in perhaps the most mind blowing blowjob in the history of oral sex – understandably remained a closely guarded secret. As much as I wanted to impress the guys with a boast, I did possess some degree of chivalry. Besides which, they probably wouldn’t believe me.

Boy, I must have repeated the episode in my mind a trillion times since, including the moment Eve’s girlfriend Suze appeared in the doorway, the sexy sly look of the voyeur on her pretty face. Watching the other girl reach inside her panties to masturbate as her girlfriend deep-throated me had to be the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed. I’d existed in a constant state of erection all week.

Out of the city, via the verdant back roads, the minibus arrived at Houghton Hall just after 6.30. A sprawling country estate, given over some years back to providing ‘corporate hospitality’, our party had been designated the patio area and an adjacent marquee on the lawn. The coach from the Guildford office having made it fifteen minutes ahead of ours, already the free bar in the marquee was awash with eager partygoers.

Sadly, Guildford was as male-orientated as our city office, and only the late-arriving Reading branch offered hope to the likes of my boss Graham and best pal Danny: those not imbued with the sweet promises of Eve.

At least, that’s what I hoped, the stolen blowjob surely the precursor for greater depths of sexual activity. Or was it? Glancing around those assembled, I was struck by the enormity of the task ahead to retain Eve’s favour. Already flirting outrageously, as was her wont, the object of my desires flitted from man to man like a butterfly. Boy was she making me jealous.

Supping on my beer, covertly my eyes surveyed her shapely form, along with forty other pairs.

At last the coach from Reading arrived, helping to dilute the male populous, its call centre chicks clad in tight pastel tops, florid little skirts and pink hot pants, gratefully deflecting some of the attention away from Eve. With a fleeting glance my way, Eve’s lover Suze forced her way past to the bar, returning to join Eve at the edge of the dance floor.

“Couldn’t you just,” sighed Danny, standing next to me and gripping his bottle of lager like he gay porno might grip his cock.

Yes I most certainly could.

The drink flowed for the next hour as the DJ polluted the air with musak, guys gathered one side, girls the other, like pre-teens at a school disco.

7.30 arrived and the aroma of grilled meat drifted inside, all filing out to fill our bellies with burgers, hot dogs, barbecued chicken and kebab on skewers.

As we stood around the patio chatting about football, my eyes roved for Eve. Damn, the beer was going down well. Already I was heady, and just starting to become brave enough head her off and find out why the hell she was blanking me.

As dusk filtered the sky, a rash of party tunes spilled out of the marquee, and I noticed Eve following our boss Graham to the dance floor. Suze and another girl I didn’t recognise were in tow. With chocolate coloured skin and tightly beaded hair, this other girl was petite in every department but the chest, her bountiful breasts pushed up like two over-inflated balloons. I noticed Danny checking out her tight little butt as we ambled over to the entrance to get a closer look, and established that her name was Lily.

On the dance floor Graham gyrated with the trio, basking in the attention whilst the other assembled men looked on appreciatively. Danny returned with another bottle to wash down the charred meat and, as the two other girls retreated, Eve and Graham took centre stage, his hands wandering lazily down the expanse of her back, smoothing the light fabric of the dress.

For her part Eve pressed tightly into his body, small hands on his shoulder blades. I watched as Graham’s right palm lowered, over the expanse of her left buttock, fingers curling as they caressed the light fabric covering the fleshy mound. Immediately Eve’s tiny hand covered his, elevating it back to her waist.

As the slow dance continued, once more Graham’s hand headed south, almost to the hem, squeezing the bottom of the cheek and drawing the skin-tight material of the dress upwards. This time Eve made no attempt to stop him.

“Wow, is she hot, or what!” exclaimed Danny.

My brain was telling me I shouldn’t really be enjoying this, yet my cock was digging most alarmingly at my shorts. There wasn’t a guy in the marquee that wouldn’t swap places with Graham right now. His hand having gathered up the skirt, Eve’s smooth and baby soft left buttock was on full display, along with a hint of black thong. By way of reciprocation, Eve dug her red talons into his back, tracing abstract patterns. They rocked against each other for what seemed an eternity, clearly enjoying the close attention.

Oh how I wished that were me and not Graham.

When finally the song ended, Eve fanned her face and stood on tiptoes to peck his cheek. Graham reached to draw her closer, craving more, lips puckered, but Eve swerved free, skipping over to join her friends sitting in the corner. A volley of giggles was exchanged by the trio.

I watched from afar as other hopefuls came to crave a dance, all summarily dismissed with a consolatory smile from one or other of the three beauties. With a huge swig, Danny informed that me he was plucking up the courage to go over, if only he could decide which one!

I found myself rooted to the spot.

As a veil of black drew down outside and the dance floor began to swell, I sought some air, heading outside and around the perimeter of the marquee. The beer was really getting to my head.

Female voices, just audible the other side of the canvas, drew my attention. Three silhouettes, quickly I realised it was Eve, Suze and the cute little black girl, Lily. I pressed my ear to the canvas, just in time to hear a squeal, and Eve’s hoarse utterance: “Mmmmm, you like that, huh Lily?”

“Oh yeah,” replied Lily dreamily, her breath coming in starts.

“Lily’s getting rather wet,” echoed Suze’s voice.

“She is,” agreed Eve.

Lily growled in a low pitch, the outline of her head darting back and forth. Oh Jesus, I had to find out what was going on. Actually, I had a fair idea what was going on. I just had to see for myself.

Falling to my knees, I was able to gather up the sheet of canvas just enough to push my head under. Looking up I saw a pair of dark legs, quivering lightly, a pair of white legs either fetiş porno side. Lily was panting, the sound muted by the music. Regrettably, however, this position offered no better a vantage point. Damn.

Damn. Damn. Removing my head, I crawled around the corner, grinning at the tiniest of rips in the sheet. Yet, it was large enough that if I pressed up real close, the trio were revealed in profile. A table in front concealing their actions from those on the dance floor, Lily sat in between, her belly pushed forward as Eve and Suze’s fingers worked simultaneously at her bared pussy. Lily’s heavy breasts quivered like jellies through the tight top, her pretty face taking on an almost pained expression. Eve and Suze grinned, whilst blowing kisses across at each other, busy digits working that sweet snatch. Oh they were such naughty girls!

Easing off, Eve and Suze leant across Lily to push their stained fingers into each other’s mouths, sucking longingly. Savouring, each finger was licked clean of Lily’s juice. Eyes lowering, how I marvelled at the sight of Lily’s puffy pink pussy lips, pouty and glistening, as my cock strained at the fly.

“God I want more of that sweet pussy,” mouthed Suze with an evil grin, falling to her knees before Lily, as Eve kept guard.

Frankly, however, everyone was either so drunk by now or had been turned down so many times that the girls were pretty safe from discovery, the table acting as a natural barrier. I, however, had the best seat in the house, the perfect view from the waist down. And right now the spyhole revealed Suze feasting hungrily upon Lily’s cunt, face pressed in deep, as the other girl writhed in pleasure.

Suddenly I was startled by a voice behind. “Hey wasssssup,” drooled Danny.

I held a palm across his mouth, causing his eyes to bulge. Positioning him at the peephole, they bulged yet further. “Fuck me!” he exclaimed. “Oh this is just unreal…”

Two minutes passed and I went to re-claim the prime pitch, but my colleague held firm, transfixed, his breath racing. I pleaded in hushed tones: “What’s happening now?”

Danny whispered back: “Suze has her face pressed deep in Lily’s cunt and a finger in her arse…oh, and Eve is sat frigging herself.”

Unable to contain myself any longer, I hauled him aside to see Eve’s fist blurring at her pussy. Alongside, Suze’s head was indeed deep in Lily, index finger digging at her arsehole as Lily breathed in starts. Her lips smacking, Suze came up for air and Eve stopped to lean down, the pair exchanging a kiss, tongues rolling lovingly. It was then that Danny struck back with a vengeance and I found myself on my butt. More inebriated than I realised, I was unable to move.

Danny’s commentary tailed off. My head was swimming, and I felt odd. Trying to stand, the ground fell from beneath me and suddenly everything went black…

* * *

I looked up, head spinning, throat dry. As the surroundings came into focus, someone familiar stared back. It was Eve’s heart-shaped face, radiating concern. “Where am I?” I enquired huskily. “What happened?”

The sound of faraway music lilted on the air as Eve smiled back. “You’re in one of the upstairs room.”

Head slightly numb, I sat up, supported by the headboard on the bed. “Shouldn’t you be downstairs enjoying yourself?” I mustered.

An intense strain on my groin struck me. Still hard from the girl-on-girl-on-girl show in the marquee, my shorts resembled that same tent. “I don’t think you can go back downstairs in your current state,” giggled Eve.

I followed the line if her eyes to my shorts, a tingle in my loins and a blob of precum staining the crotch area.

Eve ran her tongue all the way around her lips, before pouting wantonly. With a quick flick the dress eased off her shoulder, spilling down over her breasts and pooling at her belly.

Rising to her knees, a full and firm pair of tits heaved as she leant forward, the pink nipples perky and attentive. My cock hardened further, so much so that it throbbed with a numb pain. Elevating to meet Eve’s downward curve, my lips locked upon the right teat, hands compressing the breast. Eve moaned appreciatively as my mouth brought heat to the nipple, tongue flicking eagerly to graze the surface.

Piles of curled brunette hair cascaded from her head as she arched back. hamile porno Reaching for the thong, it slid down each sculptured thigh, briefly revealing a luscious pink-lipped pussy, freshly shaven and glistening in the half-light.

As she shifted position to straddle me, knees buried in the surface of the bed, the wetness from her snatch licked my belly, a snail-like trail of juice coating the skin.

Hungrily my mouth passed between nipples, extending each with careful teeth as my hands moulded her cleavage like a potter. Every squeeze, every suck and lick, elicited a squeal of delight and a fresh deposit on my belly.

As we moved against each other, my rock hard cock prodded at her backside, reciprocating with my own deposit of precum on her perineum. Clenched buttocks gripped the thick tool, gently drawing back the foreskin.

Eve grinned lustfully, reaching back to take the shaft in hand. Coursing its length with agile fingers, she guided the head between her legs. Palms flat at my chest, she shimmied until the tip sat slickly in the wet slit. Face contorted, Eve lowered a sopping wet pussy over the spongy tip. We both gasped as the head eased inside, enveloped by the moistest pussy I’d ever had the pleasure to fuck. Eve held still, savouring the feeling, before bobbing gently, allowing just the head to work her inner labia.

I stole a deep breath, hands cupping her breasts, pawing and crushing. Eve rocked forward and the shaft slid deep inside her, buried to the base, the two of us grunting in sheer pleasure. The shaft was coated with her juices within seconds. “Fuck me, Nick,” she implored, the same words as when I’d first chanced to spy upon her in the office.

Only this time it was for real.

Pumping from the buttocks, Eve rode me, seemingly in control. Each time the eager head brushed her clit she groaned, fingernails raking my chest. Conjoined at the middle, my pubes were soon awash with her juices. Up and down she moved, oiling my cock.

Covertly I glanced over her shoulder, expecting perhaps to see Suze, but this time we were alone, just Eve and I. She leant forward, brunette ripples of hair cascading over her face and we exchanged lingering kisses, tongues entwined.

Her timing impeccable, just as I was about to cum, Eve eased aside, rolling over on to her back. I shifted too, constructing a human cage above her prone body, staring down as she drew back her legs, knees pressing her shoulders. “I want you to fuck me in every position, Nick,” she pleaded, gasping as I rammed my cock hard into her cunt whilst leaning against those outstretched legs.

My cock disappeared inside the mass of pink folds, bringing a shriek to her lips. I pumped in and out furiously until my head went dizzy and I thought I’d pass out once more. As I thrust, Eve’s tits jiggled on her chest, virtually hitting her chin. Arms outstretched, palms flat, her nails dug into the bed, drawing up the covers. “Fuck I’m close,” I huffed.

“Please don’t cum yet,” she entreated, as I banged like a piston.

Each outward stroke brought a gush of pussy juice, snaking down each cheek to the bed. “Not yet,” she begged, shifting position once more.

Climbing on all fours, he glanced back over her shoulder, pleading: “Fuck me, Nick!”

My cock jerked violently. Just seeing her in that position, arse in the air, wiggling sexily, pink pussy lips pouting between her thighs, I lost control. Without warning a jet of spunk shot three feet across the bed, lassoing Eve’s upper thigh like a garter.

As I shuffled on my knees, Eve pulled me inside her, two deep thrusts before a second wave was fired deep into her womb. Her pussy clamped on my cock, a third and fourth spurt finally tipping her over the edge, body trembling as she too came hard. Screaming the roof down, it was a wonder they didn’t hear in the marquee.

As I slid from her wet pussy she was upon me in milliseconds, lips cleaning the halo of cum from the tip and sucking out the last few drops.

Exhausted, we fell asleep almost instantly.

* * *

Awoken by a bang on the door, Eve stood, slipping the bohemian dress back in place as I wrestled on my shorts and t-shirt. Opening the door to reveal Suze, Lily and Danny, Eve smiled. “We missed our coach,” smiled Suze.

“Damn,” giggled Eve. “Looks as if the five of us are all going to have to spend the night here…”

Though I hadn’t originally planned to go beyond three ‘Eve’ stories, I seem to have gotten carried away and I guess I should allow this popular character a swansong. Hope you agree. And many thanks for the continuing words of encouragement and votes.

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Sarah: Party Bondage Ch. 06

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Author’s Note:

I know, I know. I said that the series would finish, because I had said everything that I wanted to.

Oh well, I guess I lied, then.

She’s just too much fun to write 🙂

This was actually going to be the start of another party segment, but it’s been too long and I simply haven’t managed to make a breakthrough, so I’m giving you this prequel scene instead. It’s still 2,400 words, so it’s not too short 🙂

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Sarah: Party Bondage ch. 06:

I was hot, tired and bothered as I slouched through my door, not caring for my usual focus on posture and just reveling in the fact that the day was fucking well over, and I had two bottles of wine in the fridge, and at least half a bottle of bubble-bath left.

I slammed the door behind me, kicked my heels off hard enough to go spinning down the corridor and slam into the end wall – they were old, getting worn, and no longer even making an attempt at comfort – and slung my handbag onto the kitchen table on my way to the fridge, by way of the glasses cupboard.

I filled the glass to the brim and took a long swig while I was fumbling with the zip on my skirt behind me, and managed to work the skirt down my hips during the second swallow. In panties and bare feet, I padded down the hall towards the bathroom while shrugging off my blouse, which was hurled onto my bed on the way past, and twisted my arm up behind me during the third swallow to undo the clasp on my bra.

The bra fell off before I spun the taps on the bath, unscrewed the bottle of bubble-bath one-handed and poured a generous swig into the water while I poured an even more generous swig of wine down my throat, and, with energetic wriggling and the aid of a thumb, I managed to get my panties off my hips and down my legs and stepped out of them, still without putting the glass down.

I examined myself critically in the mirror. I was still keeping myself fit – god knows how, given the fucking hours I was working – and had a flat stomach, and my tits hadn’t started to sag yet. It all prevented my new clit ring (ever stubbed your toe? Did you cry? Wimp!) from looking sad.

I wandered back to the kitchen, ferreted my phone out of my bag and, holding it and the landline handset, wandered back to the bathroom.

Oh, arse.

I checked the level of the bath, wandered back to the kitchen after dropping my phones on the chair in the bathroom, and filled my now surprisingly empty glass. I started back to the bathroom, hesitated, and fished the bottle out of the fridge again and took it with me.

I subsided into the bath with a happy sigh and took another swig, judging the level of the water and then spinning the taps off with my feet.

I reached out and fished the portable phone off the chair, hitting speed dial as I juggled it into the right position and held it up to my ear.

I took another long drink while I waited for the call to connect… dial… get picked up…

“Hello, darling!” Clay said on the other end of the line. “How was work?”

“Get your cock over here,” I ordered, then hung up. He’d message me if he couldn’t.

Fifteen minutes later, as I was wondering if I would need to get up to fetch the other bottle, Clay came in with his key, I heard the opening and closing of the fridge hintli porno door, and he came straight to the bathroom without being asked. Good boy!

He unscrewed the bottle and refilled my glass as I gave him my best, dazzling, I’ve-had-a-shit-of-a-day-but-it’s-good-to-see-you smile, then put the bottle next to my phones on the chair, sat on the edge of the bath and dipped his fingers in the water, judging the temperature. It had now cooled to something he would be happy with. I need heat, to relax me properly.

“Crap day?” he asked sympathetically, as his fingers lightly trailed over my thigh underwater.

“Don’t be surprised if, tomorrow evening, you hear reports that I’ve shot everyone,” I replied.

His fingers trailed up my thigh and found the now warm metal of my clit piercing, toying with it lightly. I settled back in the bath and spread my knees wide.

“Same fuckery with nobody talking to each other?” His fingers ran lightly up and down my lips, which were already getting puffy and even warmer than the water was making them.

“What else?” I replied, with another swig. The water would wash away all my slippery, and he didn’t try to penetrate me, he just kept on lightly rubbing as the delicious feelings of slow arousal spread through me.

“Any progress at getting procedural changes in place?” His fingertips returned to my piercing, and slowly rolled it around and around as my clit stiffened and grew.

“Not really going to happen… mmmm… until the manager admits that other people have valid opinions.” My hips twisted and settled slightly of their own volition, sending little waves up and down the bath.

“He’s not listening to evidence, then?” His fingers had now settled into a slow, maddening pattern that was burning itself into my groin. My hips began to twitch and I let them, relaxing into the sensations as my body woke up and my lust stretched itself and began purring.

“Not … ah … yet, but I have quietly convinced mo… most of them to start … uh… documenting where all their time goes.” I finished the sentence in a rush as a small wave of tightness in my groin burst up through me and threatened to take my breath away. I arched backwards, stretching my back and also pressing my clit up into my fingers, eyes closed as my neck arched back over my padded rest. My glass of wine dangled from my fingers, half full but temporarily forgotten.

“I think everyone in the office needs a good spanking,” Clay said in conversational sympathy as his fingers very slightly grew firmer in their circular rubbing of my now aching and burning clit. The sudden thought of spanking sent a spike of pleasure through me, and my cunt spasmed.

“You bastard!” I breathed as the sensation made me buck upwards, and sent water sloshing over the side of the bath onto the floor, and a splash of wine over the side of the glass onto my hand.

“I could give you a good spanking instead, if you like,” he offered with his special ‘honest face’ as he grabbed my clit, pinched and pulled.

My body bowed out of the bath as I came, screamed, came again and screamed again before collapsing back. Half of the bath water arched up in a mini tsunami, catching Clay full in the chest.

I lay gasping in the remains of the water as Clay, grinning, stripped hizmetçi porno off his shirt and pants, revealing a pair of tight rubber shorts. The sight momentarily stripped me of what I was about to say, and I had to retrieve it again.

“You bastard,” I repeated, weakly, “I’ll fucking get you for that!”

He stretched, not inconsequentially giving me a fantastic view of his thighs leading up to the bulge in the front of his shorts, and on up his lightly ridged belly.

“It arrived,” he said casually. “It’s on your bed.”

I went weak all over again.

“Fuck! Take me to the bedroom. Now.”

He hauled me out of the bath and, dripping water along the floor, I walked ahead of Clay to the bedroom, drawn as though hypnotised by the promise of his new toy.

It was lying on the bed, and I stared at it transfixed. A bundle of nearly two feet of soft leather straps, attached to 8 inches of hard rubber dildo. I felt more alive just looking at it.

Clay stepped up behind me, his crotch pressing into my arse, and his arms snaked around me until his hands cupped, lifted, then squashed my breasts against my chest.

“How do you want it?” he breathed into my ear.

I slowly lifted my arms until they were pointing straight up and I was standing on tiptoe.

Above my head, set into the ceiling, was a heavy metal hook. As I stared at the flogger, I heard Clay move away, open my wardrobe, and come back. I heard the length of chain clank over the hook before Clay folded the leather cuffs over my hands and strapped them around my wrists, testing them for snugness.

We had carefully measured that chain, and I could only just hold my weight on the balls of my feet without hanging wholly from my wrists.

Clay walked around me and picked up the flogger, settling it into his grip as he took the two steps back towards me and ran the leather strands gently over my breasts, letting me feel their softness as he walked around behind me, the ends of the leather falling off my uplifted breasts and swishing softly through the air.

I let my eyes droop closed, relaxing, and felt the first swing land softly across my naked buttocks, just lightly slapping against my skin.

It landed again across my lower back from the other direction, then my upper back, then he began to get a rhythm, flogging me lightly on buttocks, upper back, buttocks, lower back, lower back again… Keeping me guessing, working my skin until it was pink before slowly building up in intensity.

I had been balancing on my feet, but I began to move around as the strikes landed, which meant swinging from my wrists, taking my weight on my shoulders, pivoting on my feet as my breathing quickened in time with his blows.

He began landing harder, the blows no longer gentle slaps and beginning to sting, and for the first few I bit my lip, then let my mouth open, my body making soft gasps with each strike as I began to pant.

He slowed down, making fewer strikes but making each one count, and all from the same side, finally landing stinging slaps that made me jerk away, and made my buttocks, tightened by my posture, clench spasmodically with each blow to their flesh.

He hit me harder still and I began crying out with each impact, my back and my arse aflame, my ifşa porno cunt throbbing with a different kind of heat, when suddenly, perfectly in the rhythm of his blows, I felt a gentle lash across my breasts.

I screamed and jerked back, frightened for one split second but unbearably aroused by it.

Then another soft lash, across my belly, then again across my breasts, and he began working on them, slowly making them glow red as well, each impact torture to my lustful flesh, until I began begging him to make me cum.

Suddenly he was right beside me, pressed against my body, and I could feel his lips on my ear as he whispered “Do you want to cum, slut?”

“YES!” I sobbed, back and breasts throbbing, nipples aching and cunt burning. “I want to cum, please Master!”

He reversed the flogger in his hand and pressed the head against my pussy, which was so slimy with my juice that he could slide it straight in, pushing it right up inside me as I screamed on an ascending scale until his hand was pressed into my lips.

Leaning into me, holding me still, he fucked me with it in hard, brutal strokes as he whispered “You. Dirty. Fucking. Whore,” over and over into my ear until I screamed again and came, gushing around the dildo and thrashing on the chain like a fish on a line.

When I calmed down, he pulled the dildo out and fed it to me, sliding it all the way down my throat so I could suck it clean, the ends dangling onto my still tingling breasts.

When he uncuffed me I sprawled on the bed and rolled onto my back as he stripped off his shorts and straddled my hips with his knees, walking up until I could grab his cock and guide it into my mouth, following the path the dildo had taken as I hungrily slurped on him until he pulled back, making me pout in disappointment, and kicked his legs out straight behind him, between my ankles, lowering himself as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

When he had impaled me he pulled his knees up, pushing my thighs up and out, then folded my calves over his shoulders and fucked me steadily until we came together, leaving me too exhausted to do anything but lie there and sag into the mattress as he lay on top of me, getting slowly soft inside me.

“I am so using that on you next time,” I said weakly when I had my breath back.

He chuckled, low and deep in my ear where his face was pressed into the bed beside mine.

“And I think I”ll put you in the gates of hell first,” I said musingly.

He jerked, and stiffened a little inside me. “No fair!” He protested.

I slapped him on the back, drawing a muffled yelp. “What do you mean, ‘no fair’?” I demanded. “All’s fair in wild, animal sex, buster!”

I glanced down and began gently stroking his nipples, which was sure to finish the job of getting him hard again.

“Jesus,” he said, distracted by my soft stroking. “Haven’t you had enough yet?”

“Oh, I don’t think you’ve had enough yet,” I replied, pinching his nipples firmly and, as he yelped, rolling him over on the bed until I was on top.

I pulled off him with a wet squelching noise, and slid up his body until my pussy, slimy with both our juices, was directly above his lips.

“Make me cum with just your tongue,” I said, “and I’ll give you one of my special blowjobs.”

My specials lasted nearly half an hour and had been known to make him slightly delirious.

For answer, he licked off a drop of his cum from my lips, and slid it up towards my clit.

I sighed happily, and settled myself above him. He had a way of making me feel good, no matter how crap the day was.

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Sarah’s Games Ch. 03

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I guess things kinda started getting out of control once I got the camera.

I liked being exposed and pushed to my limit. I wanted Melissa to help me do dirty things. Make me do dirty things. Giving up control was such a rush!

In my shameful picture she is really attractive – a little taller than me, a few years older, certainly heavier, with nice tan skin and thin wispy auburn hair. In her dark blue suit she looks confident and stern and respectable and… umph, so hot.

I didn’t think I had a thing for women. Maybe it’s the naughtiness of it all. The thought that she might touch me – again! Or that I might have to raise my skirt for her – again! Or that she might have to punish me. Or even…maybe…hmm… I got really turned on thinking about the things she might make me do.

She called and left me a message four agonizing days after the “incident” in the store. I played it like a zillion times, “Hi Sarah, this is Melissa from the camera store. I don’t usually call people who come into the store, but we seemed to get along so well that I thought I’d have you meet me for coffee one night after work. Coffee-Cart on 3rd. 8pm Thursday. OK? Call me back if you can’t make it. My number is 82…”

Her voice was rich and smooth. I was melting by the 3rd time I played the message. She wasn’t really asking me if I wanted to meet her, she was telling me to meet her and that totally turned me on. What else might she tell me to do? Would I do it? Fuck. I knew I would when I looked down at my hand buried tightly down the front of my panties, stretching the elastic, frigging myself while I replayed her message, over and over.

Her voice was so assertive. I wanted her to make me do things. Naughty things. Embarrassing things. I wanted her to take pictures of me. I wanted to let her use me.

And she did. Right after we met she started feeding my need for attention.

But she also became a sort of mentor to me. I helped her at the camera store with some basic engineering problems and in exchange she helped me with my networking and business skills. With her help, I even landed a project lead role at work! Also, with her help, I got to act out some of my dirtiest, most embarrassing fantasies.

Melissa made me confess all of the naughty things I did. Things that no one knew about! I told her about stripping in my room with the blinds open; and hiking up my skirt at work; and making myself wear a thong; and washing my mouth out with soap; and spanking myself for being naughty. I even told her about the clothespins and the handcuffs! I explained how nervous I would get and how turned on it made me. And then I mentioned my boring boyfriend.

“You never give him blowjobs?”

“Uh, no, I think that’s gross.” I’m more of a hand-job-girl. I mean, sure, a few times in college when I was drunk I went down but I was definitely a spitter not a swallower. And if I could time it right I made sure aldatma porno it was my hand, not my face, that got all sticky.

“Well then I think we have your next assignment.”

I cringed. “No, please, I can’t do that. It’s disgusting.”

“I know,” she said with a wicked grin, “That’s why you’ll do it. The whole time you’ll be thinking about what a dirty thing it is – what a dirty girl it will make you. I’ll give you until Monday. Swallow it all! Don’t miss a drop. Call me when you’re done. Don’t disappoint me Sarah.”

Umph. “Yes ma’am.” I knew my boyfriend would just LOVE this assignment. Fuck.

I put it off until Sunday night when we were watching a video. We started messing around on the couch and soon enough his hands were down my sweat pants and my hands were in his jeans. We were stroking each other and I was getting really turned on and nervous thinking about what I had to do.

I kissed my way down his washboard stomach. He moaned when I got to his dick. I was stroking it lightly in one hand. I brushed my long blond hair back and I gave it a tentative lick around the head. I felt really silly. I was such an amateur. What if I wasn’t good enough? What if I couldn’t get him off and I failed my naughty little assignment? Umph. I was stalling.

“Think about what a dirty girl it will make you.” Mmm, I wanted to be dirty. I started sucking, moving my hand down his shaft with my mouth following. I would bottom out on my own fist when his dick was hitting the back of my throat. I almost gagged but managed to keep going. He started moaning. I’d never done this before.

My mouth and my pussy were watering like crazy. I slobbered all over his dick and thought about what a little whore I was becoming – on my knees sucking off my boyfriend – trying to get him to cum in my dirty little mouth so I could swallow it, because Melissa asked me to do it.

I dipped my other hand into my baggy sweat pants and started to rub myself. I maneuvered my hand around the edge of my underwear and teased myself. Mmmm I hummed onto his dick and he arched a bit in response. Mmmm I was getting so close just thinking about how bad this was going to taste and how I had promised I would lick it up anyway. So dirty.

I was sucking shamelessly for my first real mouthful of cum. Mmm. Mmmfff. I let my fingers brush my clit. Umph. So sensitive. I rubbed faster. Ummmmph. Oh God, I brought myself off in a long warm dizzy rush with his dick still in my moaning mouth. Aaaaaghm. I gulped a little deeper and choked a bit. I wanted to gag but I didn’t.

My eyes were watering, my legs were shaking and my jaw began to ache. I hummed again and rudely spit on his dick, rubbing up and down really fast, trying to give the best, sloppiest blowjob I could. Back in my mouth, his dick was getting really big and hard and I knew he was about to cum. I didn’t pull it out. I let him stay it in ensest porno my virgin mouth.

Finally his dick twitched – more times than I could count – and a flood of hot nasty spunk splashed into my mouth. I tried to swallow: once, twice, but more and more cum was still filling up my mouth and coating my tongue. It was too much. I slobbered out the rest down his dick onto my fist. Gross. I swallowed again trying to clear the nasty taste from my mouth. It didn’t fade. I coughed. I felt sticky and dirty all over.

My boyfriend actually laughed at me and I felt a wave of utter embarrassment flow right to my clit. I looked up at him for sympathy, disheveled and dizzy at his feet on the floor, with his horrible taste in my mouth and cum-covered hands. He laughed again and began pulling himself together. He was looking at me like I was the kind of girl that gives blowjobs and swallows. I felt degraded. And wet. I just sat there and basked in the humiliation with a shy grin still flicking my clit leisurely.

I called Melissa Monday afternoon.

“So, did come complete your weekend assignment?”

“Well, yes; sort of,” it was hard to talk at work so I was borrowing an empty conference room with a speaker phone. I locked the door of course.

“Did you let him put his big dick in you mouth.”

“Um hmm.” Grin.

“And did you suck on it like a good little slut… until he came in your mouth?”

“Yes…I did.” I stood up and leaned over the table, whispering into the speaker phone. I squeezed my legs together remembering last night.

“And did you enjoy it?”

“Well…” I unbuttoned my jeans so I could get one hand down the front of my cotton underwear, “Um, no, it tasted really bad.” Squish. The back of my hand hit the wet spot on my panties, I curled a finger into my slit, “And I tried to swallow. I mean I did swallow some of it, but he just kept cumming and there was so much that I sort of spilled some of it back out – all over my hand.” The same hand I was rocking on now, bent over the table, at work. I whispered, “He was AMAZED that I swallowed. It was totally… humiliating.”

“Did you lick up the rest like a good little girlfriend?”

Fuck. I realized right then I was in trouble. “No!” A feeling the guilt ran straight to my greedy pussy. I pushed a second finger inside.

“Oh, well then you didn’t do what I told you to do.”

“But I…um… ” I was close to cumming now. My face was flushed.

“Listen Missy, I thought we agreed on a very simple assignment – tell me what you think it was.”

Fuck. I leaned onto the table with my head in one hand, the other hand was still tightly shoved down the front of my jeans. I glanced again at the locked door. Defeated, I told Melissa what she wanted to hear, “I promised to suck his dick. To give him a blowjob and to let him cum in my mouth and to swallow it all. Fuck. I was supposed to, mmm…” escort porno my left hand was twisting roughly in and out – so close now – “swallow it all. I was supposed to lick it all up.”

“Right. You failed. There should be consequences, but I’ll tell you what. Just like when you were in school. I’ll give you an extension on your assignment and then you can do some extra work to make it up, ok? You have until tomorrow to complete your original assignment or else – and trust me on this little girl – you will not like the consequences. Am I clear? You have one extra day.”

Oh God. Her voice was getting me off. Fuck. I couldn’t suck him off again – tonight! He would expect me to do it all the time. I wanted to get past this as a freak event. If I go down on him two nights in a row it will look like a routine. He’ll think I like it. I’ll be swallowing cum every-fucking day!

“Ugh huh.” Just then I could imagine the taste again and I started to feel nervous and sweaty all over. It’s so disgusting. I didn’t want to be a blowjob girl… but I didn’t want to face the consequences of letting Melissa down either. What nasty things could she make me do that would be worse than swallowing a mouthful of cum?

I stopped my masturbation, just short of cumming, torturing myself with the delay, “Um, what is the extra work?”

“Simple. I want you to blow him wearing only your naughty little thong and I want him fully clothed when you do it. Don’t spill any on his pants, ok? Look I’ve gotta run. Be a good girl and get your homework done on time, ok?”

Oh fuck. He doesn’t even know I have that kind of underwear! I hate wearing a thong. And how am I going to get myself nearly-naked in the first place? Strip for him? This is going to be so degrading for me. So… nasty… embarrassing… mmm… umph… cumming… hard now… on my hand… down my pants… so hard… bent over the table… panting into the phone. “Ungh huh… thank you mmmMelissa…”

So… ok, look, I did it, ok. I don’t even want to explain how embarrassing it was to let him use me like that. I had to keep him from taking off his clothes (which was a pain in the ass). And when I stripped and shimmied out of my shorts he gave a demeaning little whistle at my thong, “Whoo! Nice ass babe!” I blushed several shades of red. I do have a great ass by the way. And then I had to push him back onto the couch and kneel in front of him and service him like some sort of thirsty servant whore.

I could feel the thong rubbing in my ass while I sucked him off. I felt totally exposed – worse than being naked. My pussy was trembling from the exposure. When he was getting close he grabbed my hair and held my head down! I guess he expected me to swallow every time now. I wanted to pull up, but I had to let him force me down and I gulped and gulped vigorously for all I was worth. I didn’t want to miss a drop. Ugh, it tasted so bad. So gross!

I swallowed eagerly, like a good girlfriend, like Melissa’s little whore.

I’ve never felt dirtier than at that moment: on my knees desperately swallowing a huge load of salty cum with a queasy look on my face.

My thong was soaked.

I faked a smile… and licked him clean.

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