“Alright, Doc, here goes nothing, I am butch, and proudly lesbian, and I’ve got submissive tendencies,” said Ramona “Ram” Gutierrez, and the six-foot-tall, short-haired, tattooed and muscular young Colombian-Canadian woman leaned back on the couch, and exhaled sharply. There was a hollow, almost haunted look in her chestnut eyes, and a hush fell over the small, neatly decorated psychiatrist’s office…

“Nothing wrong with having submissive desires, even if you’re a butch lesbian,” Dr. Mona Hersi replied, and the tall, attractive, Hijab-wearing, thirty-something, Somali-Canadian psychiatrist nodded empathically at her patient. For over a month now, she’d been treating Ramona Gutierrez, ever since the butch gal had a nervous breakdown at her job at the trucking company in the Train Yards area of Ottawa, Ontario.

Life hadn’t been kind to Ramona Gutierrez this year, not with losing her father Pablo Gutierrez and her former partner Leslie Jacobson leaving her for another woman. With her father gone, Ramona had become a pillar for the Gutierrez family to lean on. Her mother Anna Maria Gutierrez suffered from dementia. Her younger brother Antonio was dating a white chick named Becky whose redneck family did not approve of their relationship. And Antonio turned to his older sister Ramona for help.

Meanwhile, Ramona Gutierrez was hurting, and nobody knew about it because the strong Latina butch hid her feelings. That’s the problem with being a strong person whether you’re male or female, straight or gay. You are always there to help people and they assume you never need help because you’re not big on whining. Such is the case for Ramona Gutierrez, Colombian-born trucker and out and proud butch lesbian. Fortunately, Dr. Hersi was trying her best to help…

“You see, Doc, it’s not that simple, in the lesbian community, femmes and butches have well known and established roles, what I’m into, well, it doesn’t fly with my fellow butches or the femmes,” Ramona mused, and Dr. Hersi looked at her thoughtfully. Truth be told, she’d been surprised by Ramona’s admission of her submissive tendencies, and kind of thrilled. Now we’re getting somewhere, Dr. Hersi thought. The cracks in Ramona’s armor were beginning to escort aksaray show…

“Ramona, you are a person, first and foremost, before the labels of lesbian or butch or Latina or whatever, you are a human being, you must be true to yourself,” Dr. Hersi remarked, and Ramona sighed deeply. For a long moment, the attractive, strong-looking butch gal fell silent. Dr. Hersi wondered what was going on behind Ramona’s unconventionally attractive face, and figured that the butch gal would tell her soon enough…

“Doc, what I’m into, what I dream about, most of the femmes in the lesbian community can’t handle it, I fantasize about getting tied up and spanked, and led around the house naked on a leash, that’s too extreme for femmes, they’re used to being dominated by butches, not the other way around,” Ramona lamented, and she shook her head. I am never going to find a woman who accepts me for me, Ramona thought, anguished at her own dilemma.

“Ramona, my dear, you are strong and beautiful, and honest about your desires instead of hiding them behind the butch façade, heaven knows we need women like you,” Dr. Hersi said, and Ramona nodded thoughtfully. That’s when a light bulb went on in Ramona’s mind, so to speak, and the butch Latina looked at the curvy, Hijab-wearing Somali psychiatrist, and gasped in surprise. Did she hear the good doctor correctly?

“Doc, did I hear you correctly? You said ‘we’? I mean, are you gay?” Ramona asked, and a coy smile appeared on Dr. Hersi’s lovely face. The beautiful Somali-Canadian psychiatrist nodded, and Ramona stared at her, astonished. In the back of her mind, Ramona knew that lesbians and bisexual women were found in every race, every religion and every nationality. Hell, she’d fooled around with Rasta women from Jamaica, blonde-haired soccer moms from the suburbs, and everything in between. Still, never in her wildest dreams did Ramona ever imagine that she’d ever meet a Hijab-wearing lesbian from Somalia…

“Yes, Ramona, you heard correctly, I am a lesbian, and I’ve been out of the closet for six months, my parents are learning to deal with it but life is okay,” Dr. Mona Hersi said, and Ramona nodded, still escort şirinevler processing it all. She was still gawking when Dr. Hersi rose from her desk, and joined her on the couch for some reason. Ramona held her breath as the good doctor sat next to her, and suddenly, Dr. Hersi’s beautiful face was dangerously close to hers…

“Welcome to the club,” Ramona Gutierrez said timidly, and Dr. Mona Hersi smiled, and then took her face into her hands. As the butch gal’s heart went pitter-patter, the Somali psychiatrist drew closer, until their faces were an inch apart. That’s when they kissed. Doctor and patient kissed passionately, and it was a long time before they came up for air, so to speak. Ramona smiled shyly at Dr. Mona Hersi, who winked at her without fear or shame. From that moment on, their lives would never be the same…

“You can always be yourself around me,” Dr. Mona Hersi said to Ramona Gutierrez, and the tall butch Latin gal nodded sagely. Three days after that unforgettable session, the two of them were hanging around downtown Ottawa, doing a bit of shopping. Hand in hand, Mona and Ramona walked into Pleasures N Treasures on Rideau Street, one of Ottawa’s best-known adult video and toy stores.

“This is so hot,” Ramona said, and she impulsively kissed Mona, even while the adult video store clerk, a portly white woman, gawked. The clerk probably wasn’t used to seeing tall butch Latin women make out with attractive, dark-skinned Somali women wearing the Hijab. Ignoring her, Ramona and Mona took a look at various DVDs and toys, and then settled on a strap-on dildo, a few handcuffs, and some condoms. Mona paid for the items using her Royal Bank of Canada credit card, and then left the store, holding hands with a smiling Ramona. The two women got in Mona’s car, and drove to her lovely townhouse in the Ogilvie area of Ottawa.

“Hello gorgeous,” Mona Hersi said, as she joined Ramona in the shower. The tall butch gal feasted her eyes on the Somali beauty’s enchanting form. Five foot ten inches tall, curvy and sexy, with dark brown skin and long black hair which she almost always hid under her Hijab, Mona Hersi was frigging gorgeous. escort zeytinburnu And Ramona felt self-conscious standing in front of her. Smiling, Mona drew closer to Ramona and embraced her. Ramona kissed Mona, and giggled when the aggressive Somali femme grabbed her ass cheeks and gave them a squeeze.

“You’re so bossy, I like it,” Ramona whispered, as Mona continued to kiss her. The two of them caressed each other, and just like that, they began making love in the shower. Mona held Ramona against the wall, and sucked on her breasts while fingering her pussy. Ramona gasped as Mona’s fingers entered her wet, hairy mound, and she finally let go, and enjoyed what her feisty lover was doing to her.

“Oh babe, you have no idea,” Mona said, as she took Ramona by the hand, and led her to the bedroom. stark naked, their curvy bodies wet from the shower, the two women tumbled on the bed. Ramona lay there as Mona spread her thick thighs and ate her pussy. When Mona fingered her cunt and teased her clitoris with her tongue, Ramona squealed in delight, butch lesbian pride be damned. Mona grinned, knowing that she had Ramona where she wanted her…

“Fuck me,” Ramona pleaded, and Mona grinned, and donned her favorite toy, a shiny blue strap-on dildo. The two women looked at each other. Gone were the labels of butch lesbian and femme lesbian, Somali woman and Colombian woman. Only two women remained, and they were eager to make love. Ramona spread her thighs invitingly, and a smiling Mona pressed the dildo against her pussy. Bucking her hips while raising Ramona’s thick legs in the air, Mona began fucking her sexy butch lover.

“Ask and you shall receive,” Mona said, and she leaned into Ramona, who kissed her passionately. Mona thrust the dildo deep into Ramona’s cunt, and the sturdy butch woman moaned deeply, loving what her favorite bossy femme was doing to her. The two women took their time as they made love, and found new pathways to pleasure. At some point, Ramona found herself on all fours, as Mona fucked her vigorously, smacking her big ass while slamming the dildo into her. For hours the two of them went at it, until the forces of exhaustion finally claimed them…

“I’m glad I met you,” Ramona said, smiling, as she gathered Mona in her arms. Smiling, Mona kissed Ramona tenderly, and pulled the sheets over their sweaty, spent bodies. For the remainder of the evening, they made love, cooked, ate, watched television, and made love some more. To many more days like this one, Mona thought as she fell asleep in Ramona’s strong and loving arms.

There is a regional park close to where I live that I have found to be safe and convenient to do some nude sunbathing. After doing some exploring I found a few out of the way places where I could safely remove my clothes and lay out in the sun, totally nude. One place in particular was just a short walk along the walking path from the parking lot.

I found the location by accident. One day I was out walking and saw a deer off the path. I followed it across an open prairie like section next to a heavily wooded area. As I got closer the deer noticed me and took off. I soon lost site of the deer but decided to follow the path through the weeds it seemed to be following. I soon came upon a large oval shaped clearing that must have been sixty or seventy yards deep and fifty yards in width. It had been a dry summer and the foliage indicated this used to be a wetland that was now dry for the season. Some of the weeds were 3 to 4 feet high and off near the far side there was one section that had weeds that must have been at least 7 or 8 feet tall.

I thought this would be a really nice, safe place to get away sometime and do some naked sunbathing. I could lie down in the weeds, and no one would be able to see me. It was located far enough away from the walking path that I could not be seen or heard by anyone. Access to it was out of the way; the only way anyone would accidentally find it was like I did. Maybe they saw a deer or some other creature and decided to follow it. Pretty unlikely.

The next day was just as hot and sunny as the day I found my secret location, so I packed a small bag with sunscreen, bug spray, some water, a couple of large escort bayan towels, some paper towels, and some beer. I was all set. There were only two other cars in the parking lot that day. The site was located on the west side of Spring Lake Regional Park offering over 370 acres of incredibly diverse natural habitats.

I followed the original deer path just off the main trail until it ran into the clearing. I then made my own path through the tall weeds, heading toward that large stand of taller weeds on the other side. I had checked online and saw this location was indeed a pond at one time. It showed up as a small blue oval shaped area indicating water. Now dried up it offered some great open space for the sun to shine yet was off the beaten path, so it was a very safe and secure place for me to comfortably sunbath in the nude. Just what I was looking for.

I found a spot on the other side of the clearing, behind those tall weeds thinking that it added an extra layer of protection in case anyone happened upon this spot like I did. It was still highly unlikely that would ever happen. I cleared a patch in the weeds using my feet and then put my towels down to flatten out the remaining weeds, creating a small space to lie down in. I was hidden from sight since the weeds were so tall. I positioned my towel at the right angle to get the most out of the sun, knowing I would have to move it as the sun arced its way from east to west across the blue, cloud free sky.

I removed my shirt and shorts and stood in the glorious sun, in the open field, all by myself, totally naked. It was liberating. görükle escort It was exciting. I was already sprouting a hardon. I spayed for bugs, applied sunscreen, and lubed up my asshole for some play while I was enjoying the great outdoors in the nude.

I mentioned I brought some beer. The reason for that was so I could give myself a beer enema. Something I enjoyed doing to help clean myself out as well as get a nice little erotic buzz going. I figured this would be a fun way to enjoy the sun, the seclusion, and the erotic nature of the situation.

I set a timer on my phone for 20 minutes so I could time myself being on one side before turning over; controlling the amount of sun I was getting. It also allowed me to keep track of the time I held one bottle of beer inside. So, every 20 minutes I would get up, expel the residual beer in my colon, lube up my ass, and play with my cock and asshole. Maybe even do a little fisting. Then pour another beer inside me and lay on my other side to even out the tanning.

I only had a six pack with me this first time so after two hours I had a nice little buzz going, had sweat rolling off my naked body and was horny as hell. My hardon would come and go depending on my movements and an occasional cooling breeze. The timer allowed me to comfortably doze off without worrying about being exposed to the sun on one side for too long.

Since I like to have my ass played with and there was no one else around, I decided to take things into my own hands, so to speak. After lubing myself up I would get on my hands and knees. Open a beer bottle. Insert it bursa escort bayan into my rectum, swirl it around a little and pour the contents directly into my colon. I have found that this is a good way to clean myself out and at the same time get an immediate buzz. I had repeated this at least 5 or 6 times now. Doing this outside added another dimension and really heightened the erotic experience.

I was naked, on my hands and knees, totally surrounded by tall weeds, sweating from the hot sun. I was protected from anyone seeing me unless they were right on top of me. My body was oiled up, slick and slippery. My asshole was lubed up, smooth and slick. I first used my fingers to open my puckered ass to prepare it for the bottle. I applied more lube and inserted all of my fingers in a cone like fashion opening myself up even more. I was relaxed and turned on and felt my rose bud opening up to the warm sun and the gentle breeze. I pushed my entire hand inside. I was beginning to sweat more. I was feeling the excitement of being naked and outdoors. I made a fist and began to slowly fist myself, opening myself up even more. Taking my time, playing with my hole that was now starting to gape open. I was thinking that it would be even more fun if someone else’s hand was inside me right now besides my own. Now that would be “hot.”

I was nice and opened up now. When I pulled my fist out it left a gaping hole, exposed to the sun and breeze. I swirled my finger around the hole, keeping it open for what was coming next. I then inserted the neck of the open beer bottle. Swirled it around a little more and poured the contents directly inside. I was so opened up that the entire bottle drained in just few seconds. I had done this before but never outdoors in a situation like this. It was a pretty big turn on. The only way this would be even more exciting and erotic (besides the fisting) if someone was watching me as I did this. Little did I know at the time.

End of part 1

The Mystery Texter – Chapter 8 (of 8)

“William, what are you doing?” I ask stupidly.

“For the first time in over thirty years, I’m getting your attention.”

A tied up Matthew is no immediate threat, so he keeps the gun trained on Kyle. William would know that nothing is more important to me than my sons.

Is he high? Is he under the influence of some kind of substance or has he just snapped? He’s a good twelve feet away from me. His eyes are bloodshot, but I’m sure mine are too. He looks tired, but I can’t tell if he’s “altered”. Chemically induced or not, in this moment, he is both insane and dangerous. I need to keep him distracted.

I say, “William, this isn’t you.”

“Apparently it is. Apparently murder is a thing that I do.”

Even though the gun hasn’t been pointed at me, my hands are up with my fingers spread apart. We go through “Active Shooter” training at the school every year. Hands up and fingers spread is the universal signal that you are not a threat.

“William, you were not responsible. I know that. You must know it too. It was all Warren Lewis. It was the drugs. You were panicked and hallucinating. You didn’t know what you were doing and you don’t remember doing it. Please put the gun down and let’s talk about this.”

“So now you want to talk to me. For over three decades you haven’t given a shit about me, but suddenly, now I matter?”

I need to be careful. If I lie to him, he’ll know. If I just tell him what he thinks I think he wants to hear, I’ll piss him off even more. I have to walk a thin line here.

“This isn’t about them, William.” My hands are still up. I indicate Kyle and Matthew with my eyes. “Why involve them? Aim the gun at me. Let’s go across the hall to my apartment and the two of us can talk this out.”

“I’m not the idiot you think I am. We’re not going anywhere. They’re in this now. Besides, I’ve spent the last two hours getting to know your buddy. You changed up your usual schedule today. You kept us waiting.”

“Look, Matthew is already tied up. If we tie up Kyle too, then we can forget all about them. It’ll just be the two of us. Alone.”

Kyle’s eyes bulge wider. He doesn’t want me to be alone with an armed and crazed William, but I need the gun to be away from my son.

“Nice try. I know these two people are more important to you than you are to yourself. We’ll talk right here.”

“Okay. But we don’t need the gun, do we? No one here is a threat to you. The gun can…accidents can happen. Please. Put it down.”

“I told you, I’m not a fucking idiot.”

Keep him talking.

“A gun isn’t you, William. Where did you even get it?”

He scoffs, “How would you know what’s me and what isn’t me? You haven’t known me since we were kids.” He rubs his face with his left hand. “My dad was the chief of police. You think there aren’t guns in the house?”

I can still see the vulnerable eighteen-year-old inside of him. The gun is wrong. It doesn’t fit. There’s no way he’s experienced with it. I can’t believe he intends to use it, but again, accidents can happen. I need to get through to him.

“William, you matter to me. I told you that back then. Remember?”

“Yeah. I remember a lot. Up to a certain point, anyway. I remember what you said. I remember what we did. I remember you turning your back on me. Just like everyone else.”

“Your dad told us we couldn’t see each other or even talk to each other until after the trial was over. That was, what, seven months? Seven months is like a lifetime when you’re a teenager. The time and the separation changed things. It wasn’t really a choice. We’d moved on.”

“No, you moved on. Without me.”

“But that’s what happens at that age. Look, suppose none of the bad stuff ever went down. Suppose Warren Lewis was never in any of our lives. After graduation, we both had plans to go away to separate schools in separate states. We were only months away from starting new lives without each other.”

He smiles humorlessly, “I hadn’t accepted at any school yet. You know, Clarke College has a great art program. It could have finally been just us.”

He really is crazy. He really is insane. He really is scaring me. Charlie was right; he has been obsessed with me. Maybe he’s been coming unhinged for a long time. William away with me at college? In his mind, we were probably destined to be roommates.

I would have never let that happen.

Laura, Charlie, Abbi and I weren’t even basing our school choices on each other and we were a tight crew. What did William think? That at the age of eighteen, I was prepared to plan my future around him? I’m realizing that I’m trying to rationalize with an irrational person.

“Look, William, what happened, happened and because of the trial, we had to end our friendship a little sooner than we thought.”

“Did you really believe that was why my dad said we couldn’t see each other? Maybe you’re the idiot. He found out about what we did together that night. That’s why he kept us apart.”

The bursa merkez escort gun is still pointed at Kyle, but William’s attention is completely on me. Out of the corner of my eye I notice Matthew subtly working at his knots. Neither Matthew nor Kyle has said a word. There’s nothing either of them can say. I have to figure out how to get us out of this.

William’s voice rises a half an octave. “Come on Brock. This is the part where you tell me that that night meant nothing to you. That I started it and it was all my fault. That it was more than thirty years ago and I should be over it by now. That you were in love with Laura and it never should have happened.”

His eyes are filling with tears. “Those are the things you said that night, afterwards. But those words don’t change the fact that it did happen, Brock. I don’t give a shit how long ago it was. It was real. You were there. It didn’t have to happen. You could have stopped it. You didn’t.”

I lower my hands to my sides and creep slightly closer. “You’re right.”

He looks confused.

I inch closer still. “That was a thing that happened. I was there.”

Two more small steps and I’m closing the distance between us.

“I never forgot about it.”

Another step.

“If I’m honest with myself,” I say, “it was an important moment. It was part of what made me who I am.”

William turns and faces me. “Stop moving.”

I raise my hands again.

He turns his head to Kyle, “Try anything and your father dies.”

Kyle nods with wide eyes.

Step one accomplished. The gun is on me now, away from both Kyle and Matthew.

“I waited for you, Brock. I waited for thirty years. I kept fantasizing that you’d remember what that night meant to us. And I don’t just mean…that. I mean the whole night. Everything we did and everything we said. Before you turned your back on me. Before I took those drugs that ultimately took over my mind and my body and I apparently did things I couldn’t ever imagine doing.”

I say softly, “It wasn’t your fault. Everyone will see that.”

“Shut up!” he spits. “This isn’t about that anymore.”

His finger tightens around the trigger and sweat trickles down my back.

“My fantasy never became a reality. I waited for thirty years but you never came. You never found me. After Maureen died, I gave you my number, but you never called. I’d text you and you’d hardly reply.”

I don’t know what I can say that won’t make things worse. I wait him out.

“I’m not the loser you think I am,” he continues. “I got my shit together, I stopped using, I was working more regularly. I was living an adult life; like someone you could be proud of. When Laura died, I thought you’d finally reach out to me. She was always the obstacle, right? You were in love with her from the beginning but suddenly, she was gone. Of course, I’d give you time to grieve. I left you alone for a year. But after a year, I sent you a text. I wanted to nudge you, but you still didn’t bite. So, I started following you. I watched you sell your house and move into this building. You’ve rebuilt quite the nice little life here, Brock. Family, new and old friends. Well, all but one old friend.”

Matthew is still working his wrists as discretely as he can.

William inhales deeply, “You lost your mom that night, but my losses began six months earlier. I lost my sister and she took my mom with her. That night was the beginning of twenty years of drug addiction. I lost my best friend and I lost my future. I could have done something with my art, but I ended up a college dropout.”

I resume inching imperceptibly closer.

“So, I’ve been following you. I see you with your sons and your friends. You changed everything in your life except your job. You still teach the same thing at the same school you attended yourself about a hundred years ago. Can you blame me for thinking you might be holding onto a small part of your past?”

Charlie had been right about William following me. When we met at Starbucks back in February, if that had really been the first time he’d seen me in two years, he would have had a reaction to my weight loss. His father did. Everyone does. William was unphased, apparently because he’d been watching me all along. He was used to seeing the new me.

I ask, “What’s your endgame here? What’s your plan?”

He contemplates this. “I really don’t know. Something comes to an end today. That something depends on you. What you do and say.”

I’m afraid he’s capable of anything at this point. “Look, William, I—”

He cuts me off, “Shut up! It’s still not your turn. You took your turn. First with Laura and now with him.” He swings the gun to Matthew, who stops fidgeting in just enough time.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, I’ve seen it. You two are always together. Before our Starbucks meeting back in February, I saw you two on the street. After your boy here drove off with his little friend, this guy’s arm was bursa yabancı escort around you. He was all over you. I saw it again last night, at the reception, before you noticed me. You danced together, all smiles and laughs. I’ve been seeing it for over a year now. It’s obvious that you two are together. How come you can be with him, but you couldn’t be with me?”

I need to get the gun redirected at me and away from Matthew. I wave my arms as I shout, “William!”

It works. He whirls and in that millisecond while the gun is arcing away from Matthew and toward me, I lunge for his right arm. The gun clatters harmlessly to the floor. Matthew and Kyle are only another millisecond behind. Kyle grabs William in a chokehold while Matthew, who had managed to free his hands, awkwardly scrambles for the gun. The scramble is awkward because his legs are still bound to the chair, but ultimately he manages to upright himself and steady his aim on William.

I let out a long breath. We’re safe.

Untying his ankles, I ask Matthew, “Remember yesterday when you asked me what I would do or say if William was standing in front of me?”

Matthew nods.

“Is it too late for me to change my answer?”

He winks at me, “It’s never too late.”

Kyle still has a hold on William, who has stopped resisting. I step up and put my face two inches from his. “You threatened people I love. That is not okay.”

I deliver an uppercut blow to his solar plexus. Kyle releases him as William crumples to the floor. While he’s writhing around, coughing and gasping for air, I kick him hard and we hear a rib crack.

“That,” I say, “is for my mom.”

~~

It only took the police ten minutes to arrive at the scene, but it was more than five hours before we were on our way back home.

In Matthew’s car, on the way to the police station, I had called Brianna. Despite it being Sunday, she hustled to the station and stood by all three of us while we were questioned and gave statements. When it was suggested that my actions may have exceeded the self-defense threshold and crossed over into the neighborhood of assault, Brianna took over. She tore them apart like they were on the witness stand and made them look like idiots. “Who was the intruder here? Who was the only person in that apartment with a loaded gun?” It wasn’t long after that that we were on our way back home. Once again, I was glad Brianna was on my side.

William was arrested and charged with illegal possession of a firearm and three counts of kidnapping. Whether or not murder charges get filed for that night in 1989 will be decided by the new regime in the weeks ahead.

~~

In the car on the way home, I begin to lose it. The reality of what could have happened, hell, what almost did happen, hits me hard. They both could have been killed because of me.

Kyle says, “Dad, first of all, we’re fine—”

I cut him off, “That’s not the point.” I put a hand to my head and rub my temples. “I mean, of course that’s the most important thing, but you should have never been in that situation in the first place and you only were because of me.”

“Second of all,” Kyle continues, “You are not responsible for William’s actions today any more than you were then. Third of all, you saved all of our lives.”

“A loaded gun was pointed at my son and at my…” I trail off.

Matthew says, “3.0 has it spot on. You saved our lives. You did everything right.”

“It was a team effort.” I shake my head, “Shame on us. It took all three of us to overtake that frail waif.”

Matthew says, “Hey, I was tied up. Shame on you two.”

We laugh uneasily.

“Seriously,” Matthew continues. “He had a loaded gun. You couldn’t have done anything any better.”

~~

I think of all the people who I need to tell about the events of today. I should call Charlie first. But the person who I want to tell the most is the one person I can’t tell at all. Butch Vista is gone. Radio silence.

More evidence that it was William all along?

Probably.

~~

I wake up alone. Well, I always wake up alone, but Kyle isn’t home. I had told him to spend the night with Sammy. The Kid seemed fine all afternoon but sometimes things sink in later. I’ve had firsthand experience with PTSD myself, so I wanted him to spend the night in the comforting arms of someone who loves him. Just in case. That someone was obviously Sammy. I gave Kyle one of my credit cards and told him to get a nice hotel room with his boyfriend and that they should indulge themselves. Anything they wanted. He was more than happy to comply with my request. I also shot Sammy a text instructing him to hold onto Kyle tightly and to not let go. The emoji he sent me back was of a little round yellow guy saluting a Yes Sir.

I could have used some comforting arms around me too, but that wasn’t meant to be.

I did watch the Cubs game at Matthew’s. It bursa sınırsız escort was the Sunday night game of the week. Leya stopped by for a couple innings as sort of a sendoff. She’ll be in San Diego for at least two weeks. In a few hours, while I’m in the courtroom, Matthew will be taking her to the airport.

Kyle had offered to go to court with me today, for support. I told him not to. I told him to enjoy the beautiful summer day with Sammy. Grad school will be starting soon enough and he should take today with his boyfriend and go make a memory. Todd had even offered to reschedule his honeymoon at one point, but I wouldn’t hear of it. He and Jessica had their wedding date chosen and honeymoon planned long before I ever received that evil letter lo those many months ago.

But I will have Dad and Janet with me today. Kyle, Lydia and Ritchie are all giving the three of us this time alone.

At 9:15, forty-five minutes before the start of the trial, my phone rings. I check the display and it’s Brianna. She tells me that based on statements made by me, Brian Jones and William Jones, the State’s Attorney’s Office has decided to drop all charges against Warren Lewis. There will be no retrial and he will be both exonerated and released.

I know I shouldn’t be surprised, but it still feels like being hit with a sledgehammer.

Brianna goes on to say that there’s a closed door proceeding to make the motions official, but Warren Lewis and his attorneys are expecting to make a statement to the press on the steps in front of the courthouse around 11:00.

~~

It would have been appropriate if it were a dark, stormy day, but of course it’s clear, warm and beautiful. This would be the perfect day to take in a 1:20 ballgame at Wrigley Field with my sons and my dad. Or with Jose. Or with Matthew and Nick. Or, better yet, throw in Sammy and make us a party of eight.

I wish.

But that’s not the game I’m destined to see today.

After the call from Brianna, I called my father and sister and delivered the headline news. Needing to see and hear the spectacle live and in person, we agreed to meet on those courthouse steps.

I’m the first to arrive. As I wait, I feel a presence appear on my left and I turn to see Brian Jones.

Before I can react, he holds up a hand and says, “I’m not here to cause you any trouble. You did what you had to do yesterday and I’m glad that you and your son are alright. It’s all over for William. I mean, I’ll always love him, but I won’t support him anymore. I won’t defend him or protect him. Whatever happens, he will be facing the consequences of his own actions. Whether he goes to a prison or to a psych ward is up to a judge to decide. But either way, life as he’s known it is over.”

“And what about you?” I ask.

“Oh, I’m going to prison for sure. I confessed to removing and destroying evidence from a crime scene, manipulating eyewitness testimony, lying under oath… They’ll probably tack on more shit to all of that.” He shakes his head. “They’re lining up their ducks in rows. I’ll be officially charged by the end of the week.”

I look at Brian, a broken man. A tragic figure. He couldn’t protect his daughter, he tried to protect his son and he still lost his whole family.

I say, “I’m sorry,” and despite how feebly the words come out, I find that I mean it. I shift my weight from one foot to the other, “I know a great attorney, if you don’t already have one.”

“Thanks for the offer, but I’m all set. And thank you for being a good friend to my granddaughter. She’s going to need you more than ever after today.”

He looks off toward the top of the steps where it’s still empty and quiet.

“I think your instincts were spot on,” I say. “Suggesting she leave town for a while. She’s on her way to San Diego as we speak.”

He grunts, “In my forty-year uncelebrated career, this was the one and only time I cheated. I bent the rules and now I deserve whatever I get. Meanwhile, this child-drugging-rapist-fucker deserves freedom, right?”

I don’t know how to respond to that, so like the grown up I am, I stare down at my feet.

Brian offers his hand and I shake it. “I am truly sorry for your loss. I wish you and your family a happy and peaceful rest of your lives.”

That sounds ominous. And final. Brian walks away, but he doesn’t leave. He moves over to the left wing of the gathering and waits, alone.

Dad and Janet appear by my side. We greet with small hugs and wait for what is sure to be a clusterfuck. Janet and I are flanking Dad, her on his right and me on his left. Dad was there for Janet and I all those years ago, and again for me more recently. Today, we’re all here for each other.

Dad asks, “What did Brian have to say?”

“I think he said goodbye.”

~~

The sky is a brilliant blue, without a cloud in sight. The assembled crowd has doubled in size since I arrived fifteen minutes ago. I take in the spectacle and find myself getting angrier and angrier.

Oh yes, they should all be here, but not for the reason they think. Usually in these “innocence” cases, the released party is actually innocent. But I guess innocence is subjective. These people think they’re witnessing a wrongfully convicted man regaining his freedom. In fact, they should be here protesting because a guilty man is being wrongfully released.

Dawn could barely comb her long blonde hair as she stood naked in front of the full length mirror. Her hands had been shaking ever since she woke up early that morning to say goodbye to her husband Richard.

Her husband would be traveling out of town on business the next three weeks which would give her plenty of time to replace the money she had lost from their bank account.

She had gone to Las Vegas with her friend Lucy last month and lost more than five thousand dollars at the tables. Richard would kill her if he knew that she used the money they had been saving for a new house.

Her good friend Lucy hadn’t done much better and lost more than three thousand dollars. She knew that Lucy’s husband would be more understanding than Richard but neither wife was willing to take that chance.

Lucy got this crazy idea about making a little “fast money.” Lucy knew somebody down at one of the night clubs in Miami that offered them a job.

Dawn turned herself around in front of the mirror and checked out the back of her thighs than faced the mirror and rubbed the palm of her hand in her neatly trimmed blonde muff.

She decided to wear a matching black bra and panties and topped those of with a pair of black shorts and a black top with a plunging neckline. Dawn wanted to appear sexy but not trashy.

She slipped on a black pair of heels and began applying her makeup. Lucy hadn’t told her very much about the work but said they would be entertaining very high end clienteles. Dawn didn’t mind accompanying people while they were in town but worried about being seen in public by her friends or family.

Lucy told her to dress sexy and attractive and just act natural and not to be too nervous. Easily said than done.

Dawn was still very attractive at thirty-two and worked as a model when she got out of high school for a few years. She was 5’7″ with a slim waist, nice hips that flared out and a 36C bust size. She was a natural blonde just like Lucy who was about the same size as her only three years younger.

Dawn got married to Richard right out of high school, he worked selling software to large firms and traveled a lot. Lucy’s husband also traveled much of the time so the two wives spent much of their time together.

Lucy was similar in size and appearance and was a natural blonde and kept it down to her waist just the way she wore it in high school.

They wives would drive together for their interview with their new boss and although they weren’t officially hired, Lucy assured Dawn that this guy needed women just like them to work. The guy they were going to meet was named Shawn and he preferred to work with married women.

Dawn was trembling and could hardly find her house keys as she fumbled in her purse until she finally found them at the bottom. Lucy lived next door which was convenient for Dawn as she closed and locked the door and walked over to Lucy’s.

They were supposed to be picked up by a limo any moment and as she walked near the front door of Lucy’s house, a large black limo pulled into the driveway behind her. Lucy had just finished locking her front door and turned and smiled at Dawn as they walked together toward the limo.

Dawn was surprised to see that Lucy had chosen similar clothing to wear except her top was green.

The driver was a young blonde woman about Lucy’s age and appeared to be married as well because Dawn noticed a large diamond ring on her left hand. The drive to downtown Miami was relatively quit. Dawn was too nervous to ask a bunch of questions, and they thought the limo driver was listening to their conversation so they remained quit during the ride there.

It took about an hour to reach their destination as the limo pulled into a parking garage of a tall high rise building. They were escorted to the elevator which took them to the eleventh floor of the building which happened to be the pent house suite.

When they reached the pent house, another woman greeted them and told them that Shawn would see them in a few minutes. They filled out a bunch of forms which looked like application’s for employment except went into much for intimate detail about their personal lives.

Lucy was called to see Shawn first leaving Dawn sitting nervously in the reception area. It wasn’t until more than an hour before Dawn was called to see Shawn. Dawn saw Lucy briefly walking down a hallway and going into another room with the limo driver.

Dawn wanted to speak to her before she saw Shawn wondering what he was going to say but she didn’t get the chance.

Dawn walked into a large room that resembled a bedroom rather than an office. She saw a blonde haired man sitting on the other side of the bed smiling at her as she walked into the room.

The man stood extending his hand to Dawn saying, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Dawn nervously took his hand and Shawn motioned for her to sit on the edge of the bed. The bed was high so Dawn had to sit with her heels dangling over the side. Shawn scooted his chair escort bağcılar forward until he was only inches away from Dawns legs. He was holding a clipboard and began looking over the documents she filled out while she waited to see him.

Shawn kept looking at Dawn’s legs and extended his hand out and rubbed the palm of his hand along her skin causing Dawn to become nervous.

Shawn wrote something down on his pad of paper and looked at Dawn and said, “How long have you been married?”

Dawn nervously replied, “We got married about three years after I graduated high school so it will be going on nine years now.”

Shawn wrote in his pad again and without looking up at her asked, “You never had any flings or affairs or been intimate with any other man in all those years?”

Dawn acted very surprised at his questions and quickly replied, “No . . . I . . . Never cheated on my husband.”

Shawn kept writing in his pad than asked, “You’re a natural blonde and have you ever had a breast augmentation?”

Dawn swallowed hard hesitantly replying, “Yes. I’m a natural blonde and my breasts are natural.”

Shawn looked at her breast area as soon as she completed her sentence than said, “Can you pull your top off for me and let me have a look for myself?”

Dawn looked at Shawn in disbelief saying, “Shawn. I’m a married woman and I don’t think I should be showing you my body like this.”

Shawn slapped his pen down on the pad looking at Dawn as he said, “Dawn. You applied to work for me as a special escort. Your going to be accompanying very special clients for me that only expect the best and I need to be able to tell my clients everything I know about you before I send you out with them. Now. Please take off your top and let me have a look at them.”

Dawn nervously asked, “Did Lucy have to remove her top for you during the interview?”

Shawn shook his head saying, “If it will make you feel any better. Yes. Lucy allowed me to see her breasts.”

Dawn felt slightly better knowing that he had asked Lucy to d the same thing and hesitantly began lifting her top over her head. Her long blonde hair got tangled in the material as it totally slipped off her shoulders.

Dawn almost went into shock when Shawn reached out and gave them a gentle squeeze through her thin black bra but realized that he must be checking to see if they were natural as she had told him.

Shawn went back writing in his pad again than without looking up said, “Dawn. Lay back on the bed for me and pull off your shorts for me.”

Dawn didn’t respond fast enough as Shawn looked up at her saying, “Yes, your friend Lucy took her shorts off for me as well so please remove them for me.”

Dawn knew he was getting frustrated with her as she laid back on the bed and lifted her legs and unbuckled the shorts and slipped them off over her heels and tossed them with the top. She laid their looking at him write in the pad as if he were inspecting a car or something.

Shawn asked his next questions, “Can you tell me if you shave between your legs or do you just trim the hair around your mound?”

Dawn closed her eyes and answered his question, “I only trim my hair.”

“You’re not on the pill?”

“No.”

“Never had any children or breast feed?”

“No.”

“Do you consider yourself knowledgeable when it comes to having sex and do you enjoy sex?”

Dawn hesitantly and slowly replied to those questions saying, “Yes. I consider myself a good sexual partner with my husband and I enjoy having sex with him.”

“Do you swallow?”

“I beg your pardon.”

“Do you swallow his cum?”

Dawn sat on the bed as stiff as a mannequin because she was unsure on how to answer Shaw’s question. Shawn looked up from his clip board and asked Dawn again, “Do you swallow?”

Dawn’s voice could barely be heard as she faintly responded, “No.”

Shawn stopped to look at her for a moment, tapping his pen on the pad. Sawn looked very embarrassed as he kept starring at her.

Shawn leaned forward as he slapped the pen down on the pad of paper saying, “Dawn. Our clients expect only the best when they come to me. I’m going to be sending you over to the next room where the nurse will take a few tests.”

He took a deep breath as he glanced at his pad again, “I’m going to be sending you out tomorrow tonight with one of our special clients. He is a regular customer of mine and I’ll let him know that you’re new. You’ll be paid one thousand dollars a night.”

Dawn wanted to ask him a few questions about being an escort but he quickly got up from his chair saying, “You can put your clothes back on and go out the door and down the hallway to the first door on the left.”

Dawn tried to get his attention but Shawn disappeared out the door before she had a chance to ask him anything.

She quickly got dressed and walked to the room that Shawn had mentioned where a woman was waiting for her. She had Dawn strip escort merter naked and took a couple blood samples and checked out her pubic area as well as her teeth.

The woman asked Dawn a few questions concerning her health and mentioned that their doctor would be prescribing a prescription of birth control pills for her that afternoon and told Dawn she wanted her to start taking them immediately.

Dawn asked, “Where is Lucy?”

The woman responded, “She is getting fitted on the first floor for her wardrobe where we will be sending you in a few minutes.”

The woman finished her questions and her exam and told Dawn that she could get dressed and gave her directions to go down to the first floor and join Lucy so she too could be fitted for new clothing.

When Dawn got down to the first floor, there was a boutique tucked away in the corner of the building that sold just about everything for women, accessory’s, shoes, dresses and intimate attire.

She saw Lucy in one of the fitting rooms working with a sales person but she was quickly taken to another room where a sales person helped her. They selected several pairs of high heels, dresses and a selection of intimate wear as well.

The dresses either were tight, very short or designed to show as much cleavage as possible. The articles were loaded into the limo and the two wives were taken back home.

They were told that an instructor would visit them that evening and would give them the training they would need to begin working the next evening.

The wives were afraid of the limo driver listening into their conversation again so they didn’t discuss anything until they got back home. They unloaded their clothing and decided to meet at Dawn’s house to discuss what had gone on during their interview.

Dawn couldn’t wait until Lucy got there and when she did Dawn began nervously shouting, “Lucy. What are we going to do? I think this guy expects us to do more with these guys than just go out on a date.”

Lucy was pacing the floor not saying a word until she finally opened her purse and took out a huge wad of cash. Lucy gave Dawn half the stack of money which was marked five thousand dollars.

Lucy finally replied to Dawn saying, “I told Shawn about the predicament we got ourselves into and he agreed to give us an advance on our pay, provided we start work for him tomorrow night.”

Dawn fumbled with the cash with mixed thoughts knowing very well that she now owed this guy a lot of money.

Dawn couldn’t help thinking about those questions again that Shawn had asked her during the interview as she said. “Lucy. Are we supposed to work as a whore for this guy? What if Richard ever finds out about this? I can’t do this. We’re going to have to give the money back and find another way.”

Lucy tried to reassure Dawn saying, “All we have to do is go on a few dates with a couple guys we don’t even know. Chances are these guys are only going to want us to attend a party or something with them. Why don’t we just give it a try and see how it goes and if something turns up that we don’t agree on that we can quit?”

Dawn walked nervously in circles than blurted out, “What about the dam birth control pills they want us to start taking? You know they are going to expect us to screw these guys. What kind of party’s do you think these guys are going to want to take us to?”

Lucy’s face showed as much reluctance as Dawn’s but she tried to reason with her friend and said, “Dawn. Just take the pills as a precaution and as soon as we get the money paid back than we’ll call Shawn and let him know that we have to quit. It’s only five nights and all we have to do is play along.”

Dawn was very curious to what Lucy meant and asked, “Tell me what you have in mind for us to do on these dates?”

Lucy replied, “We’ll just have to play along and go out with the men and try to keep our distance. I think you’re experienced enough to keep a guy from taking advantage of you, aren’t you?”

Dawn stood thinking about Lucy’s idea saying, “It might not be that bad if we can tolerate this for five nights. You have to promise me that you’ll call Shawn as soon as we get this money paid back to him. I don’t want to do this any longer than we have to.”

Lucy assured Dawn that they would quit as soon as the money was paid back to Shawn. That evening, they were expecting someone to come out and give them a little training and maybe they would tell them how to handle someone that was demanding sex from them and give them advice on how to handle that sort of situation.

The wives were waiting for their trainer to arrive that evening, Richard had called and Dawn assured him that everything was fine. Lucy had spoken to her husband as well and he had told her he would be gone three more days than expected which would give Lucy all the time she would need to pay back the money.

Someone was knocking on the door and when Dawn went to the door to answer it, she was surprised escort fatih to see a tall slim black woman standing in the doorway.

The woman that Shawn had sent over for training them seemed to have grown up in a ruff neighborhood because of the way she spoke. She introduced herself as Sue.

She walked around the room starring at the two white wives than tossed her purse down on the sofa and said, “OK. I want both of you white bitches to strip down naked so I can have a look at you and see what I have to work with here.”

Lucy was about to reply about how rude she was being to them until Sue firmly said. “Strip.”

Lucy and Dawn just starred at each other as they began taking their clothes off and stood naked except for their panties as Cookie snapped at them again saying, “Dam. I mean every fucking thing.”

They slipped off the panties and stood there with angry expressions on their faces as Cookie sarcastically said. “The hair has to go! I want both of you to shave off those little blonde muffs before you show up to work tomorrow.”

They couldn’t get a word in as Sue added, “I want them white pussies shaved and I want them to be as smooth as silk. You married white bitches are all alike, trim the little muffin so your hubby will think I’m adorable.”

She laughed as if she were making fun of them and continued saying, “Your two are gonna be working girls now! You aren’t gonna be playing house and baking cookies and washing clothes. Your going to learn how to please a man and I don’t mean any old man.”

Dawn and Lucy began getting nervous and upset and were beginning to become afraid of this woman.

Sue walked in front of them starring at their tits than gave them a signal to turn around and watched them as they circled in front of her. She made another remark only this time gave them a compliment, “You both are fine looking white woman, nice tits, and all the other features our customers are looking for in a white woman.”

Sue laughed as she said, “Get those pussies shaved and I think we’ll be all right.”

Lucy hesitantly asked. “What sort of men will we be going out with on our dates?”

Sue gave out a loud laugh as if she were making fun of Lucy again saying, “Honey. Don’t you worry about a thing? These men are very discriminating customers and we don’t want to hear any complaints from our customers about one of our girls.”

Sue’s voice got more demanding, “Have you taken your birth control pills tonight yet?”

Both women were shaking their heads that they hadn’t taken them when Sue snapped back saying, “Go and take the dam pills now, what do you think we gave them for you anyway?”

Dawn and Lucy were intimidated into going out into the kitchen and taking the pills as Sue ordered. When they returned to the living room, they found Sue sitting on the sofa completely naked waiting for them.

The wives stood starring at her for a few seconds but Sue was very demanding of them saying, “Come here and sit down next to me and let me see what we have to work with.”

The wives reluctantly sat down on each side of Sue and waited while she looked back and forth between the two wives than said, “I think we’ll start with you.”

Sue was focusing in on Dawn as she got down on her knees and gently spread her legs apart and began licking Dawn’s thighs.

Sue stopped long enough to look over at Lucy and said, “Get down on the floor behind me and start licking my ass and pussy while I take care of Dawn.”

Lucy and Dawn’s eyes met as Lucy got down on the floor and starred at Sue’s black ass sticking out. She had never done anything with another woman and she was reluctant to start now until Sue yelled out at her saying. “Come on. Let me see what you can do to get me excited.”

Sue had Dawn’s legs further spread and was licking her way around her pussy and pulled the blonde wife further down on the sofa so she could have better access to her pussy slit.

Lucy was rubbing Sue’s ass now determined to take her time, she wasn’t into eating another woman’s pussy and hoped that maybe she could get out of it somehow.

Sue was working her tongue into Dawn’s pussy slit as she turned her hips making it more accessible for Lucy to get down between her legs. Lucy figured that she’d better do what was asked of her before this woman got violent or something and gently kissed Sue’s ass cheeks.

Dawn’s legs were laying on Sue’s shoulders now as Sue furiously worked on her pussy. Dawn’s eyes were closed and her head was leaning back into the cushion of the sofa and looked as if she was ready to cum.

Lucy began licking Sue’s pussy and tried not to think about what she was doing. This was the first time she actually smelled another woman’s gentiles and tried to focus on other thoughts as she finally dipped her tongue between Sue’s pussy folds.

Dawn was responding to Sue’s tongue and held the palms of her hands on Sue’s shoulders as she began pushing her pelvis up to meet Sue’s tongue in her pussy. Sue reached around and gently stroked Lucy’s hair and pulled her face deeper into her crotch.

Sue seemed to be very pleased that Dawn was responding to her tongue and was about to have an orgasm. Sue was squeezing Dawn’s tits as she worked her tongue on her clitoris. Dawn’s body was shaking and her breathing began to labor as she finally came.

I had chosen this part of the beach because it was pretty isolated from the crowded hotel beach with the crying kids and everything else that accompanied it. It had originally been marked as a clothing-optional area, but that was decades ago. But even here now, folks were yelling and cursing so loudly that my earplugs couldn’t even cancel them out. Fernando had warned me about all the goings on out here on this semi-isolated section of the beach -lost tourists, gigolos, horny couples. Sounded like my kind of spot, I had joked to him.

The loud cursing folks were a cute couple in their early twenties or so. I had not seen them around this particular area before. But I did remember them from where Fernando and I were having drinks one evening. Very hot couple. She was a curving buxom light strawberry-blond in a very small bikini, and he was dark and jacked wearing a speedo that hid nothing. I watched them for a second. I didn’t know how that bikini was managing to hold together as the girl twisted and turned back yelling at the hot guy as she trudged through the sand. The dude had a tattoo on his flexing pec and another on his side that twisted around his torso, dipping under his speedo. That looks sexy, I thought, but it must have fucking hurt like hell. He had his hand in the air, his finger pointing alternately at her and the heavens, punctuating every expletive he yelled at her in Portuguese and in English. She returned with curse words that even I hadn’t heard, then she slapped him hard across the face.

I just turned up my music and pulled my ball cap down lower over my face, deciding to try to ignore it for the moment.

Wham! Something knocked against my lounger causing it to rock, shifting it slightly in the soft sand.

I jerked up from my slightly tilting lounger, pushing my cap back and pulling off my sunglasses. I grabbed at my earplugs.

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I just didn’t see you…my head was turned and I didn’t see you,” the young woman from the couple apologized profusely, lying in the sand beside me.

“It’s okay. Must be my lucky day,” I told her, looking over her beautiful body and giving her a bit of a smile. “You didn’t break anything.” I looked around. “Everything seems to be intact, myself included,” I laughed. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, my leg hit that cushioned part. It didn’t hurt me,” the girl said, pointing at the thick cushion hanging off the edge of the sun lounger.

Her breasts swung like heavy round pendulums straining the skimpy material as she bent over in an effort to pull herself onto her feet. Just absolutely perfect, I thought to myself as she adjusted her tiny outfit.

“Now look what you fuckin’ did! Porra! Shit! Puta que pariu! For fuck’s sake!,” the dude yelled angrily at her as he walked up.

She started crying uncontrollably, half-heartedly brushing sand off her arms.

“Hey, man, watch the way you talk to her,” I shouted back at him, my eyes staring at the impression his thick cock was making in his tight swimsuit.

“You mind your own damn fuckin’ business, granddad,” he growled my way.

My eyes moved up and down his body. The body of a man, the mouth of a jackass, I chuckled to myself.

“I understand that I’m almost fifty years old, but I’m not a grandpa by any stretch of the imagination, boy,” I told him sternly as he walked up and grabbed the girl roughly by her arm.

“Stop it,” she hissed softly, sharply pulling away from his grasp. Her arm was red where he had grabbed it. “Leave me alone,” she cried out.

“Just walk away, dude,” I told the young guy as he moved to grab her arm again.

“I told you to fuckin’ mind your own damn fuckin’ business, pops,” he laughed. “I’d hate to knock the fuck out of an old senior citizen. Tha fuck callin’ me ‘boy’…this MAN will fuck you up…” He puffed up and wiped at his nose, flexing his muscles.

I stood up, showing him my full six-foot four-inch stature and the broad-shouldered v-shape frame that was the product of good genes and many hours in the gym. My hairy chest was graying and I had a few lines around my eyes, but I still loomed over his slightly smaller muscled frame.

“What was all that, boy?”

“Uhm, uhm, nothing, sir,” he said meekly, trying to avoid getting the shit beat out of him.

“Get out of the sun and sit the fuck down,” I gestured to both of them, talking in a way they seemed to understand.

I motioned for them to sit down under the large umbrella. The guy sat on the edge of the blanket and the girl perched on part of the lounger.

“Now what the fuckin’ hell is going on with you two? I’m not nosy until I’m forced into it. I’m trying to enjoy myself out here, but you two are making that mighty gawdamn hard.”

I had gone into full daddy-mode.

I sat on the other end of the sunlounger, leaning toward them with my arms on my thighs.

“I’m sorry we disturbed you. We came down here to get away from everyone and just didn’t see you over here,” the girl stuttered, wiping her eyes. “I’m Lily,” she bursa merkez escort said, looking at me and giving me a brave little smile.

“I’m Bill,” I told her, smiling back.

“And I’m João,” the guy said, holding out his hand. “Sorry about my mouth.”

I shook his hand. “So, is there anything I can do?”

João looked at Lily. She started to cry again.

“Whoa, whoa, hold on,” I said, calmly. “What’s going on?”

“Everything we had -our cash, traveler’s cheques, cards, phones, everything was in her bag,” João explained. “And it was stolen earlier today.”

Lily let lose a good bawl into her hands

“I see,” I answered, nodding my head. “That’s horrible bad luck, but I’ve known it to happen in these crowded tourist areas. You’ve got to be careful around here. It happens and it’s just gone.”

“We told the police, but they weren’t much help. They talked about reporting it to our insurance and hotel. It was after we checked out and the hotel wasn’t very helpful either, saying it was a police matter. They’re holding our luggage for us. We now have nothing. Not a cent.” He gave an angry side glance at Lily..

“It wasn’t my fault! I just turned away for a second,” she cried. “You just disappeared. I was looking for you!”

“Puta merda! Fucking shit!” João groaned, getting up and walking off a few feet. He ran his hands through his hair as he walked back, looking frustrated. “I told you not to turn your back at the beach, even for a second when it is…”

“Okay, okay,” I interrupted him. “Are you hungry? I am,” I asked, trying to ease the tension. “Let’s go to the cafe and get something to eat. You’ll feel better.”

João looked at Lily and she shook her head sadly.

“We don’t have any money.”

“Nonsense, my treat, okay?” I said, grabbing my things.

João looked back at Lily, who nodded at him as she calmed down.

“Okay, thank you, sir,” João told me, as he patted Lily’s leg.

“Stop with the ‘sir’ thing, call me ‘Bill’,” I corrected him.

“Thanks, Bill,” João said with Lily agreeing with him.

There was an outside cafe near the beach. I got us a table away from most of the other patrons and immediately told them to order some drinks.

“So what do you two do when you’re not on vacation?” I asked after a sip of cold beer.

“I work in a shop and João works at a strip club,” Lily told me, stirring her drink with her straw before taking a sip.

“I’m security at a strip club,” her boyfriend told me. “I tell Lily she could do a helluva job better than most of the girls there.”

Lily raised her arms and gave a little shimmy.

“Well, she’s got my vote guaranteed,” I said, looking at her and giving a wink. “My friend Fernando did a few tours as a stripper. He made a small fortune and got into real estate, that is until I roped him into helping me with my business. Now I can’t imagine being without him,” I told them, giving a little laugh.

They asked what I did.

“Well,” I started and then took a sip. “I work in the film industry, among other things.”

“So you make movies? Have you met any big movie stars?” Lily asked.

“Well, that depends on what you mean by big. I’m in the adult movie business,” I explained, with a chuckle.

“You make pornos?” João whispered, leaning over the table.

“Yeah, but very intellectual serious ones,” I joked.

“Wow,” they both responded seriously.

“There’s a lot of fame for the actors…” I started.

“I bet they make a shitload more than folks on those cam sites,” João interrupted, glancing at Lily.

“Let him finish,” Lily chastised him, slapping his hand and almost making him spill his beer. “I want to hear about this. I love porn.”

“There’s always money needed for shoots, actors to hire…not to mention scripts and wardrobe and locations that people forget we need. I’m always looking for investors…backers. And I’m always looking for serious adult actors, not just the fly-by-night folks looking for sex or a quick buck. It’s not all just a quick bang in a bedroom. There’s a whole lot of planning, and that’s what I do,” I said as Lily listened intently. “Not to mention testing for STDs and accounting and taxes.”

“We got all the tests done ourselves and everything was negative, so maybe I’ll get preggers from him rawdogging me now…is that the word you said to me?” she asked her embarrassed man. “And hopefully we will be tying the knot soon,” Lily said blushing at her outburst. Her hand disappeared under the table and João gave an almost imperceptible flinch.

From his reactions, I figured she was appreciating his big cock with her hand under the table.

“I just said it was a future possibility,” João said, clearing his throat and shifting in his chair. “We also said we might look into finding another safe couple to swing with…”

“João!” Lily interrupted, playfully slapping his upper arm this time. Her hand reappeared and she took another sip of her drink, bursa yabancı escort her eyes flitted from her drink to João and back.

Everything was quiet for a moment.

“Playing safe eases your mind,” I volunteered.

“Now we’re here with absolutely nothing,” Lily said, fiddling with a napkin and looking like she was about to cry again.

“Hey, hey, I’ve got an idea!” I blurted out to stop Lily’s waterworks.

“What?” Lily asked, her demeanor changing. She leaned toward me.

“Okay, you two come to my place. It’s a huge two-bedroom suite. You can rest and get a shower. I can’t get your bag back, but I can go get your luggage back. The food, a shower, fresh clothes –you’ll feel better and think a bit more clear about what to do next. How about that?”

“I dunno, man.” João responded.

“What else are we going to do?” Lily told him. “You haven’t had any bright ideas.”

I was renting a very nice condo instead of staying at my regular hotel, and Lily was very impressed when we got there. João wasn’t as excited.

“We probably shouldn’t impose on you,” he said cautiously as Lily dropped onto the sofa in her bikini, her arms spread out rubbing against the soft leather. “I mean, we don’t want to disturb you and Fernando.”

“No, I insist! We’ve got to get you situated and you need a clear head to deal with what happened,” I explained.

“Yeah, I am so very grateful!” Lily exclaimed as she jumped off the sofa and gave me a big hug, clasping her hand in mine. “This is so nice!” she said to me. Her clasped hand moved mine down to her crotch as João turned away. Without thinking, I let my fingers wander a bit. “So very nice. Thank you,” she purred softly, pulling away from me as he turned back.

I went to retrieve the couple’s luggage after changing my clothes. Of course, I had stuffed all my valuables in my pockets and backpack to carry them with me. Just in case. You simply can’t trust people, you know.

It wasn’t long before I returned. There was music loudly playing as the porter pushed in the cart with the retrieved luggage into the room. He set it on the floor and I tipped him. He walked out and the door closed quietly behind him. There was no sign of João and Lily in the sitting room, so I walked down the short hallway to the extra bedroom. The door was very slightly ajar. I glanced inside.

I smiled to myself as I saw João completely naked. His smooth bronze skin was tight over his long thick muscles. His torso was tight and defined -his chest rounded and abs dimpled with muscled ridges. He was biting his lip and his eyes were closed as he fucked into Lily. She was lying on her back, her creamy skin almost the same color as the ivory-colored bedspread. Her full breasts jiggled back and forth as João thrust into her. Two towels were crumpled on the bed, one of Lily’s hands grabbing at them with every thrust of João’s big uncut cock into her. Her little whimpers seemed to get him more aroused, causing his thrusts to go in harder and deeper.

My shorts were tented as I watched them fucking. I eased down my zipper and fondled the head of my cock, sorta hoping they’d see me and invite me to join them. My mouth watered thinking about tongue-fucking his round muscular ass as her slammed into her sweet pink pussy. My fingertips slid through the stream of precum leaking from my piss slit, coating my big flared cockhead.

Some food and a hot shower was just what they needed. As well as a bit of tension relief.

João started breathing faster, his face tightened and he gritted his teeth. His body shook and he fell forward onto Lily.

I zipped back up, sneaking back to the sitting room and giving the front door a good slam.

“Anyone around?” I yelled, as I walked over to turn the music down, giving them time to finish up. I smoothed my shorts, wondering if they’d spot the wet stain on the front.

In a few minutes, João walked in wearing a towel. His deeply tanned skin glowed from his little workout in the bedroom.

“You’re back. That was quick.”

“Yeah, I used to stay at The Palms all the time. I know the guy that owns it, Fernando. I can get him to do anything for me, ya know,” I said with a wink. “Fernando sees everything and can get things done. He has helped me find some really hot actors for my films through the hotel.”

“Well, that’s handy,” João laughed.

“You have no idea,” I agreed.

“Lily is finishing up in the shower,” he informed me, as he grabbed one of the bags. He pulled out a shirt and a pair of shorts. “Thanks for doing this, man.”

“No problem.”

A few minutes later, Lily walked into the room, wearing a robe from the bathroom and drying her hair with a towel.

“Oh good, clean clothes!” she smiled, padding over to a large pink suitcase and popping it open. She pulled out a make-up bag and a few other odds and ends. “So when’s Fernando coming? I guess we ought to go by then,” she asked, turning to me.

“What?” I asked, bursa sınırsız escort confused.

“Fernando. Your boyfriend. We don’t want to be a bother or in the way,” João replied. “I mean we’re cool with gay guys and all.”

I laughed out loud.

“Fernando has a penthouse at The Palms…and we’re not a couple,” I corrected them.

They both looked at each other, looking a bit surprised.

“What makes you think I’m gay?” I asked them.

“You talked about him a whole lot and we just assumed. And you really didn’t try anything with us. We just figured you didn’t…you weren’t…we didn’t mean to insult you…uhm, we’re sorry about…,” João started apologizing.

I held my hand up to stop him. “Maybe I’m bisexual. Maybe I’m straight, but open to playing with guys. What does it really matter?”

They both looked at each other again.

“And maybe…maybe…if I had a choice, I’d choose you both,” I told them. “Maybe I actually want to fuck around…maybe I’ve been planning something, but wanted to give you time to freshen up. Maybe my big cock really wants to play right now,” I laughed, grabbing my crotch.

João grabbed his shirt and put it on.

“Yeah…but no,” he laughed, looking toward the door. “I ain’t lettin’ no dude…no…no play with my dick or my ass,” he stuttered.

Lily just sat there.

I reached over to my bag and pulled out a wad of cash, throwing it on the low table.

“It will just be transactional. I get what I want, you get what you want. My big dick gets to fuck around with you both.”

“Wow! How much is that?” Lily said, her eyes widening.

“Enough that you could enjoy some of the luxuries around town for a while and still go home with a fat wallet,” I informed her.

“Well, João, you used to like when I fingered your ass while you jerked off on my tits,” Lily volunteered out of the blue.

“Shut the fuck up,” João growled. “But you ain’t some guy that another dude wants to put his big cock into.”

“No, but you’ll let him put his big…,” Lily turned to me, “Is it really big?”

“Enormous,” I told her, smiling.

“No, but you’ll let him put his enormous cock inside me. Now what’s fair about that,” Lily said to João. “We’re in this together.”

I thought João was going to pass out as he gently swayed from side to side, muttering something in Portuguese.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned as he stood up and walked over to the bar. He laid his face in his hands, letting them fall onto the surface of the bar. He suddenly raised up and took a deep breath. His mouth twisted like he was almost going to cry. “Okay,” he spit out. “I’ll fuckin’ do it. Who’s going first?”

“Calm down,” I laughed. “I thought we might just let that happen organically. We can all go lie down and just see what happens,” I explained.

I ushered them both to my bedroom. João was skittish, turning back every few steps until we were finally standing near the bed. He stood by the bed, his arms crossed and looking at Lily.

“Let’s all get comfortable,” I told them as I pulled off my shirt.

They stood there watching as I stripped everything off. Lily’s eyes focused on my big cock.

“Wow, it really is huge,” she gasped when it flopped out of my shorts.

I shook it a few times, laughing, I fell back on the bed and scooted to the middle. I patted the bed and motioned for them both to join me. Lily let the robe fall to the floor and curled up beside me on the bed. João pulled off his shirt and let his towel fall exposing a pretty big uncut cock, although mine was by far the longest and thickest. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching Lily snuggling up to my big hairy muscular body.

I ran my hands over Lily’s breasts, feeling the soft creamy flesh. I leaned over and placed my mouth over each of her pink areola, strumming her nipples with my tongue. She flung her head back as I moved down her body to her perfect pink pussy.

Lily cried out in ecstasy as my tongue slipped into her, centering on her clit. Her hands grabbed at my hair as she panted and squirmed.

“Fuck, dude,” João asked, leaning in to get some pointers. He was interested now.

I grabbed him by the neck, forcing him closer.

“Repeat what I do, boy,” I ordered him.

My tongue licked around her honey clit, then ran up and down her inner pussy. My wet sloppy lips mouthed around her labia before going back to her clit. I pulled back and let João have a go. As he started my hand ran down his muscled back to his ass. I dipped between his ass cheeks to his hole; and as I did his legs automatically parted, sliding across the cool sheets as if I had found a trigger. My finger tapped at his pucker and he started getting more into eating Lily’s pussy, like scratching a dog behind the ears and making his back leg shake.

“Ahhhhhh!” João groaned, pulling his lips and tongue abruptly away from Lily. “Fuck,” he hissed before going back to licking her pussy.

His hips pushed his ass against my fingertip, as if he was begging me to stimulate his prostate. He wanted me inside him, sending those volts of pleasure through his body. I let a gob of spit drip into his crack. My finger spread the saliva over his hole before I eased it into his tightness. He let out a groan that vibrated through Lily’s pussy.

His ass was tight against my finger and I began to push another in.

Memory Box

The fading evening light came through the large window facing the open field with the old, dirt road leading to the woodlands as I sat at the dressing table in my sister’s bedroom deep in thought. She had moved out several weeks ago, heading for San Francisco and a new job at a start-up AI firm and since our father passed away three years ago she had been the only one living in the family home. Dad left the house to both of us in his will and we had an agreement to share the upkeep and not sell it unless it was mutually agreeable to do so. The place had quite a few memories for me but since I had my own place in another city, I would not be living there so it was an easy decision to agree to sell it once Jackie moved away.

I had no plans for the next week so I took the opportunity to spend a few days looking around the house by myself, talking to the various resident ghosts, walking through what is left of the woods that I remembered from childhood, letting nostalgia run its course while exorcising some of the memories that still lurk in the dark recesses of the not-too-distant past. Jackie knew of my plans so before she left she made a point to leave a small box for me on her bed, neatly wrapped in pretty paper with soft colors, shiny ribbon and a matching bow. She always had a flair for the dramatic and a wonderful sense of style, and nothing allowed her the opportunity to showcase her passion than when she prepared gifts for the family and her close friends on special occasions. I smiled and laughed to myself when I first entered her room to find the package and an envelope near the bow with my name handwritten on it in flowing script. I knew that whatever was contained in the box would be nice since the days of giving presents that serve to embarrass each other were long gone. I opened the envelope and read the card slowly so I could savor the moment, one of the last of its kind in this hollow place.

“Dearest Brother,

I trust that your trip home was uneventful and that you will enjoy your visit. The empty house will be strange for you at first but I expect that your memories will keep you company and provide comfort for you as mine have done for me over the last couple of years. We shared many good times here together and I will always remember them and us as we were then.

This box is not what it may appear to be at first so please don’t be disappointed when you open it. It is not from me per se, its contents coming mostly from your memory boxes that I found while going through the various cubbyholes in your room. I left it here as my personal gift to you and I know that you will understand it soon enough. Please consider it as a small token of love and affection for someone special to me and with whom I shared so much, for so long.

Love always,

Jackie

PS: After you leave and have some time to process your thoughts, please call me to tell me all about your stay.”

The more that I thought about the unopened box after reading the card, I became apprehensive as well as curious. Jackie was a unique soul; open, loving but mischievous. She was two and a half years my senior, but we were close enough in age that when we reached our late teens we became close friends as much as siblings. As the years passed we found it easy to talk openly and frankly about anything and everything. I learned about her love life from high school through college, and her sexual experiences, disappointments and bad break-ups; I confided in her when I first came out and had to deal with the pain and heartache of losing some friends and facing scorn from others because of it. She never waivered in her love and support for me even when our parents struggled with my lifestyle choices, although I knew that there was a limit to how much she would take. At times of extreme stress in her life, she could come across as a bit of a cold bitch but these periods never lasted long with me.

I placed the card on the dressing table and looked into the mirror, inspecting the smooth skin but also noticing the sad eyes. I didn’t expect the past to be such a heavy weight although I knew that some of the memories contained in this house would not be easy to relive. Jackie’s note was warm, but it also was slightly melancholy.

Removing the bow and ribbon, and unwrapping the paper was something that I did carefully unlike the holidays from childhood which left only scraps of paper littering the floor. Opening the box then revealed several small bundles of soft-pink colored tissue paper, taped closed, each with its own small bow. I took them out, placed them on her bed according to size and wondered which to open first. I was curious and excited by what I might find hidden in these little parcels.

I chose the largest first and when I peeled away the paper I found a sheer, literally see-through, white satin robe which immediately triggered a memory that gave me pause. As I held it in my hands I was amazed at the softness of the fabric and how it rested upon my hands like a second skin. It was escort bayan exotic in its look and erotic in its feel, truly lovely unlike the memory it summoned up.

I sat on the bed and looked over at the mirror on the dressing table, noticing a faint glow reflecting from the setting sun coming through the window. The room was now dimly illuminated and a surreal calm hung in the space like a fog without the benefit of a gentle breeze to disturb it.

I glanced down at the robe in my hand, fighting against the feeling of being transported to a place in the past that I did not wish to visit again but powerless to avoid. Standing up, I placed the robe on the bed and walked to the dressing table, stopping to look into the mirror and the soft glow that emanated from it. What was reflected in the mirror was not my sister’s room but another bedroom with lighter, more modern furniture, and two men, one being me but at a younger age. The second man was someone I recognized as one of my college professors, sophomore year art history if I remembered correctly. In his outstretched hands he held a sheer white robe, the one on the bed. As he slowly moved toward me in the reflection, he offered the robe to me in a manner suggesting that I put it on. I sensed the same apprehension that I felt at the time and the confused look on my face indicated my surprise and uncertainty.

Without much thought about what I was doing, I slowly removed my shirt, jeans and shorts, and after placing the clothing on a chair, I walked to the bed to pick up the robe and slipped it on. The sheer fabric felt cool and made my skin tingle with erotic energy that almost crackled in the dim glow of the bedroom. Glancing in the mirror I saw my reflection in a see-through robe standing with my back to my professor who rested his hands on my shoulders as he bent down to kiss the back of my neck. Looking closer I saw that I had an erection almost poking out of the robe and I could feel, or imagine that I felt, the robe being lifted and another stiff penis pressing against the crack of my butt.

I could feel hands sliding down my arms and moving around to my stomach before continuing down to gently gasp my stiff dick. A hand then firmly took hold of my balls while his rock-hard cock inched closer to the opening of my anus. Silently and slowly, I bent forward, spreading my legs in the process and placed my forearms on the dressing table which brought my face closer to the mirror, and allowed me to look intently at the scene on the other side. I saw the younger version of myself leaning onto the dressing table while staring into the mirror, watching the reflection of my college professor as he commenced sodomizing me. Despite the pain, his stiff dick continued going in and out of my ass, stretching my anus, probing my insides relentlessly as he moaned and spoke to me, telling me what he planned to do to me and how much he enjoyed fucking his sissy bitch. After about ten minutes of thrusting, he let out a cry and pushed his cock balls deep into my ass and shuddered, releasing torments of hot semen into my bowels. We remained locked together like two dogs sharing a knot as he held me tight and let his cum drain into me. Eventually, he was satisfied and pulled out without fanfare, allowing semen to flow from my anus down my legs. As he walked away into the darkness, I straightened up and felt the sticky liquid running down my legs to the floor.

I removed the robe as I walked to the bathroom to clean up. There were no streams of semen running down my legs now but there was a dampness, possibly the perspiration from anxiety, that lingered on the skin between my legs. As I washed up I remembered this after-school meeting with my professor at his apartment. He gave me a nice sheer white robe to wear while he sodomized me, spoke nicely while calling me his sissy bitch, and then, after the semester ended, I never heard from him again. I told Jackie about this first encounter with him and how I felt used, simply a fuck-toy for an older, more seasoned and controlling man. She was quick to point out that women endure this type of treatment almost daily but then went on to console and comfort me, telling me to be more selective before spreading my legs for someone, smacking my ass to make the point. I laughed out loud and realized how much I missed her guidance, rough edges and all.

Folding the soft transparent robe, I placed it back on the tissue paper. If this was to be a journey down memory lane orchestrated by my sister, then let it begin. Not bothering to dress, I sat on the bed naked and picked up the next parcel. Carefully I unwrapped the paper while wondering what I would find and took a deep breath when I saw the lemon yellow, women’s high-cut, Brazilian bikini bottom with side ties. Oh my god, they looked as lovely today as they did the day I bought them for what was to be my first spring break in grad school. I remembered showing them to Jackie when I brought them home and if I remember correctly her first words were, “You fucking görükle escort slut!”

My body has changed a bit over the years but not that much that I couldn’t look as sexy today as I did then. I slipped them on and adjusted the ties, then proceeded to gaze into her full-length mirror while I turned and modeled my summer swimwear for an audience of one. I admitted to myself that I could still pull it off and became aroused as I watched the model in the large mirror.

When I looked at the dim glow in the small mirror on the dressing table, I was drawn to look closer at the scene that played out on the other side of the glass. It was a brightly lit hotel room with sliding doors open to reveal the ocean in the foreground after the pool, waves breaking on a white beach, and people partying around the pool bar. As I settled into the scene I could see several couples in the room, young women laughing, some naked and some topless, and naked young men gathered around a large chair where one of their group was sitting while someone else was on their knees performing fellatio on him as entertainment for the group. The person kneeling was wearing yellow bathing suit bottoms down around one of their ankles and it all flooded back.

It was the third day of spring break in Cancun, and there was a lively mixed crowd with very few inhibitions. After lunch by the pool followed by margaritas and tequila shots, a large group went to a fellow’s hotel suite to get out of the sun for a while. A couple of the girls went to take a shower together and wound up naked and very involved with each other in the bed afterward, and some of the guys got aroused watching the display. Bathing suits came off and I wound up kissing a few guys before winding up on my knees with a handsome guy’s cock down my throat. The first one led to a second and by the time I was on my third blowjob, my bottoms were peeled off and my ass was being fingered by I don’t know who. My stomach soon held three loads of semen and there were a couple of other fellows who still waited for a turn with my mouth. Another guy was spreading lube on his erect penis, and I knew what that foretold.

A young blonde guy, number five I believe, took his place on the chair and I looked at his handsome face before I bent down to lovingly kiss his erect penis. I took it deep into my mouth, letting the head begin to gently inch down my throat and it was then that I felt strong hands on my hips and my anus being spread apart by a large stiff dick causing me to gasp and moan out loud. I groaned in pain and aside from the cheers from the assembled group I heard a voice simply say, “Shut up cunt!”

Oblivious to the pain of the probing and thrusting, I felt soft hands caressing my head as I worked on the lovely cock in my mouth. Soon they gripped my head from the back to hold me firmly as the young blonde shot loads of hot semen into my mouth with the quantity forcing it out the sides. I swallowed repeatedly and savored the sweet taste as it lingered long afterward.

The sodomy was rougher than I usually like but once I settled into it I found it enjoyable as well. When the young blonde got up from the chair a gorgeous slim girl took his place. She grabbed my head and pressed it into her vagina which smelled of sex, and had me use my tongue to lap up the semen that was dripping out as well as to stimulate her clit. When I finished I was worn out and had ingested enough semen to fill me until a late dinner.

I rose from my knees, scooped up my bikini bottoms and walked toward the bathroom to wash up. On the way I encountered the young blonde and he gave me a gentle kiss on the lips and thanked me for what I did. It was a sweet gesture, a one-of, that I greatly appreciated and he asked if I would join him and some of his friends for dinner. The offer made me laugh and I told him that it was nice of him to ask but I would have to see how I felt since I was quite full at the moment. He laughed at the joke and said he understood but that I should consider it an open invitation just in case.

I sat at the dressing table as the feelings of nostalgia swept over me causing a tear to run down my cheek. As I wiped it away I thought about the young blonde who appeared to like me and with whom I had one or two nice meals and a lot of fun but who, at first, neglected to share with me the fact that he was seeing someone back home. I told him that I would not come between two people who were in a relationship but he could call me if the situation changed; he never did.

When I returned from my holiday Jackie could tell that something was bothering me even though I had fun stories and great photos to share with her. Eventually I told her what happened and she did not offer advice or consolation, but said prophetically, “That sucks but it’s life and best to move on.”

With a sigh, I slipped out of the bikini bottoms and rewrapped them in the tissue paper. I thought to myself that one day I would unwrap them again and wear them on the beach for some bursa escort bayan lucky guy. Yes, one day.

There were two small parcels left but one was much smaller than the other and that was the one that I chose to save for last. I unwrapped the larger one and was greeted with a surprise and a note. The surprise was unexpected and somewhat unfamiliar but intriguing to say the least.

The parcel contained a pair of cranberry-colored, tanga brief lace panties with a matching lace bra. I studied them but did not immediately recognize them as something of mine, particularly since I rarely wear bras, opting instead camisoles if I want something sexy. I moved on to the note and read it with curiosity and anticipation:

“I am confident that these items will not ring a bell with you because, unlike the other things in the box they are not anything of yours. These are from me! The night that I met Mickey when he opened his restaurant, I was wearing this lingerie set and I always believed that it brought me good luck in the romance department. Mickey loved them and asked me to wear them on special occasions so I did just that on numerous important dates and when I wanted to get my way with him.

“Now, don’t get creepy on me since I have had many identical sets and while these have only been gently used, I washed before I wrapped them for you. I felt that they brought me good luck in my love life and hope they can do the same for you, if you choose to wear them. Plus, I am sure that you will think of me when you put them on.

Bonne courage.”

The thought of wearing this set was irresistible so I gently slid the panties on and then slipped into the bra. Surprisingly the bra felt comfortable and I could feel my nipples tingle under the lace. Maybe I have been missing something all these years and I should rethink my intimate attire when I get back home. The panties were perfect and made me feel very sexy so I decided to wear the set a while longer. Thank you, Jackie.

Without fanfare I opened the last package and found a pretty gold anklet that was sent to me as a Christmas gift from the blonde fellow from Cancun. It had been more than six months since I had seen him and I had given up on the thought of ever hearing from him again. He sent this to me with a holiday card telling me that he had thought of me often and wondered if I remembered him and asked how I was doing. He included a business card with his cell phone number on the back, and said that if I were inclined to call he would enjoy speaking to me again. Yes, I would be inclined if he told me that he was no longer in a relationship, but those words were not part of his note. Regardless, my dear sister included his business card…just in case.

As I sat there, I looked into the mirror and watched as the scene from Cancun reappeared and morphed into a closeup view of the naked girls in the bed, whereupon one changed into a handsome young blonde man lying on his back and the other transformed into a pretty, young feminine man wearing a cranberry bra while straddling the other. They moved rhythmically, clearly engaged in sex and moaning with ecstasy. My body was tingling with anticipation and I wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on mine and the ache of him penetrating me.

I left the chair by the dressing table and went to lay down on Jackie’s bed to clear my head of all the memories from the past few hours. Digging up all these things takes its toll, but it is a cathartic exercise nonetheless. Unconsciously I reached down and began to rub my penis through the panties while lost in thought and soon had a stiff erection. It would have been very easy to have an orgasm but I wanted something more and to stay sharp in order to focus.

I got up and went to retrieve my pants from the chair and remove my cell phone before returning to bed. I took a deep breath, picked up the business card and dialed the cell number on the back before procrastination allowed me to change my mind. The call was answered on the third ring, “Hello.”

“Hi, Kyle. This is Philip, we met early last year in Cancun if you remember.”

“Hey, Philip, it is great to hear your voice. Of course, I remember. You are a hard person to forget,” he responded enthusiastically.

“It’s sweet of you to say it but I’m sure it’s an exaggeration,” I blurted out.

“Really? You were wearing those fantastic yellow bikini bottoms and very ‘outgoing’ if I recall,” he said with a laugh.

“Yes, you do remember. And you gave me wonderful kisses and shared a couple of very nice meals together,” I replied.

We had a pleasant chat and talked about our lives since Cancun but never the elephant in the room. Not wanting to drag out unpleasantness, I put it on the table in a frank manner, “Kyle, when we left Cancun you told me that you were in a serious relationship and I said that I was not prepared to get into the middle of that, regardless of how I felt about you. When you sent me a nice gift this past Christmas with a card, you never said what was happening one way or the other. As much as I wanted to call you, my feeling about your relationship has not changed. I called today because I wanted to put some closure to what is happening between us so the best way that I know to do that is ask a simple question and hope for a simple straight answer. Are you still involved with someone or is that over?”

Loving it in Soho

It was six months almost to the day, Dee returned to London for her debut as a star of Vic’s feature film, “Loving It in Soho”.

She said goodbye to her daughter, Melissa. Lisa came over with her.

“I love this town!” Dee said when she cleared customs at Heathrow. After they got in the limo, Vic gave her and Lisa a hit of molly and lit a joint.

“The opening will be next week,” Vic said. “The media has seen it or parts of it. By the way, you really connected with Lord Howard, and the buzz is that the critics loved your role,” he added.

“That’s great!” Dee squealed.

“At all times, we must stay in character for this picture. You will be giving interviews for the next two weeks. So stay in character!” Vic said. It was a command.

***

She was disappointed in her cramped hotel room.

“You are beginning to be a bitchy star?” Lisa asked jokingly. They laughed together.

“Picture me a star and riding around in a limo!” she squealed. She flung open the doors to the balcony overlooking the square and stepped outside. Dee extended her arms wide, threw her head back, and whirled around.

“Watch it, girl! I don’t want you to fall from the seventeenth floor window on your first day in London,” Lisa said grinning.

“I’m so excited. I can’t believe it!”

“You can believe it, Dee! You look so excited! Tell me, how did you connect with Lord Harold?”

“I have a confession to make, Lisa. I fell in love with Harold … er … uh … Lord Harold,” Dee gushed.

“Did he fuck you?”

“No the scene was simulated sex. We were nude. He got an enormous erection. I wanted him to fuck me so bad. It just didn’t happen,” Dee said.

“What about off the set?” Lisa asked.

“No! I wanted to fuck him. Our minds connected. I wanted many times to rush to him and throw my arms around him, but he was too much into the role,” Dee confessed.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Dee,” Lisa said.

“That’s all right, Lisa. I have Vic,” Dee said.

She stepped out of the balcony.

“Look! I can see Piccadilly! Let’s walk down and explore!”

“OK!” Lisa said.

Dee put on two-tone blue and green eye shadow, dark eye liner, and long false eye lashes. She applied makeup to give her a post-orgasmic glow. She slipped on a skirt that fit tight on her hips. The hemline left a little bit of her cunt showing. Then she put on a sexy camisole that displayed her breasts and her sensual areolas and nipple jewelry.

Lisa chose a blue empire dress that left her shoulders bare and gathered below her bust. Then it flowed loosely to about an inch below her shaved, bleached cunt. The hemline was asymmetrical.

Both women put on their sexiest high-heel shoes.

Together, Dee and Lisa took a cab to Piccadilly Circus and stood under the statue of Eros, the god of love. They paused there and walked on to London’s red light district. Dee blew kisses at the prostitutes standing in the ground-level bay windows.

“What would it be like to do that?” Dee asked.

“You want to be escort halkalı a window whore?” Lisa laughed.

“Sure I would! Why not?” Dee screeched.

Then they went to The French House pub for a brew.

“Someone told me that Brixton had the best black pubs,” Lisa told Dee on the way back.

“We’ve got to try it,” Dee giggled.

“Where’ve you been?” Vic was waiting in the lobby. Dee and Lisa just grinned at one another.

That night Vic slept between Lisa and Dee. They had stroked his cock and sucked him until they all fell asleep.

***

The next day the cast assembled for a morning brunch. Dee searched the crowd with her eyes for Lord Harold. He wasn’t there. After a series of interviews and a red carpet photo shoot, Dee saw him. He seemed not to notice her. That upset Dee a little bit.

Lord Harold was a tall, muscular black man of 32 and weighed 210 pounds. Dee had seen his washboard abs and muscular shoulders. She had only seen his maleness when he wore a skimpy string thong.

Then someone brought Lord Harold up for a photo shoot with Dee on the red carpet. She became giddy and playful around see him. They turned and smiled as the cameras flashed. He kissed her on the cheek. She kissed him back on the lips. They sat down with the reporters and talked about the movie.

“The word is that you two were turned on for your sex scene. Is this true?” one interviewer asked.

“I can answer that,” Dee said. “I got turned on to Lord Harold during the filming. By the time, that scene was shot, I was in love with him,” she added.

“Are you saying that it was real sex?” another interviewer asked.

“Well … you can say that! It certainly was for me,” Dee squealed.

“What about you?” a woman interviewer asked Lord Harold.

“I have to confess,” Lord Harold began, “that Dee has a very captivating personality, and I …”

Dee interrupted him, “Let me say that he captivated me! That scene was the pinnacle!”

“Then you are saying that that scene was not simulated?” the woman asked again.

“That’s right. It was beyond simulation. It was cerebral. It was sensual beyond the physical,” Lord Harold confessed.

Dee was shocked and proud. She felt that he was as turned on as she had been. Dee derived pleasure from giving pleasure. Now she knew. “Why didn’t she tell him how she felt!” she scolded herself in her mind. A shockwave shot through her body like an electrical bolt. It was an orgasm. It took her breath away. “Perhaps I am too submissive to tell him how I really felt,” she thought.

The interviewer turned to the camera and said, “There you have it. The stars of ‘Loving it in Soho’ have confessed that their scene was real sex!”

Dee blushed. Lord Harold took her hand. She turned to him and blew him a kiss. At that moment a photographer captured the kiss. He leaned toward Dee and the two kissed passionately before the flashing strobes and video cameras rolling.

Lord Harold was holding Dee’s little hand as they walked escort sefaköy off the set for the next interviews. As they rounded the curtain, Lord Harold threw his arms around Dee and began kissing her. She parted her lips to allow his tongue to snake inside. Her mouth was wet and hot as they tongues played a love game.

A photographer, who peeked around the corner, snapped a shot with Lord Harold’s tongue in Dee’s mouth. That image made the morning entertainment pages and the entertainment talk shows. The headline read: “They were having sex on screen!”

Dee was exhausted after a day of interviews, but when Lord Harold invited her up to his hotel room, she gladly accepted.

***

Dee burst in the door of her hotel room the next morning. Lisa was dressing for the day’s publicity tour.

“Where did you go?” Lisa asked. Actually Lisa knew Dee spent the night with Lord Harold, but she wanted to know how night went.

“It was dreamy, Lisa. The moment he closed the door, we began making love,” Dee said almost swooning.

“Was it anything like the kiss that they are showing on TV?” Lisa asked.

“What are they showing?” Dee asked.

“They are showing Lord Harold with his tongue in your mouth! He was face fucking you!” Lisa said. “Dee, you are so FUCKING HOT!”

“I know someone took a picture. I didn’t see anything,” Dee blushed.

“Anyway, what happened? Tell me!” Lisa pleaded.

“I went down and sucked his cock, but that was in his hotel room,” Dee began.

“What was it like? Oh my! Tell me!” Lisa pleaded.

“He was 11 inches of black pleasure. I put my hand around his shaft and cupped his nut sack with my left hand. Then I put my mouth on his cock and sucked,” Dee said coyly.

“Come on, sweetie!”

“He put me on my back and let my head hang off …”

“Yes! Go on!”

“His cock fit inside my throat very nicely. His pre-cum was delicious!”

“Were there lots of it?”

“Oh! Yes!”

“Then …”

“We put me in a doggie and entered me…”

“Anal?”

“Not at first. He fucked me until I came.”

“How did THAT feel?”

“Oh, Lisa! It was so pleasurable! My body just floated in the air. I was like … We were all alone in our own universe! He held me until I stopped trembling. Then he put his cock on my rosebud and pushed.”

“Oh my gawd, Dee!”

“Yes! He was enormous! He stretched my anus to the max. I felt his balls slapping my ass as he stroked in and out! Then I came again!”

Lisa began stroking her clit.

“How do you feel?”

“I think I am in love! I want to be Lord Harold’s woman. I want to please him and be submissive to his every wish.”

“I heard he likes to tie his women up.”

“You know me, Lisa. I love to be tied up!”

“True!” Lisa said.

They dressed for the day’s publicity tour.

By midday, Vic called her cell phone.

“Hello?”

“Listen, Dee… can anyone hear you? I want this conversation to be private,” Vic said. He voice escort atakent sounded frantic.

“It’s OK,” Dee said.

“We are going to re-shoot parts of your love scene with Lord Harold. It will only be the nude part. We want to show real sex. Do you think you can do it on this short notice? If we can print it now, then we can get those scenes into a ‘director’s cut’,” Vic said.

After the day’s tour, Dee and her new master were driven to a warehouse on London’s South Bank. When she got there, a makeup girl freshened her up.

“No wardrobe for this scene,” Vic said. “I want Lord Harold on top. We are only going to take a scene of him guiding his cock into your cunt. You get that Dee? Do you need to rehearse?”

“No!” Dee squealed. She was excited.

“How about you, Lord Harold? Do you need rehearse?” Vic asked.

“No!” he said.

The two lovers laid down on the bed that was similar to the original scene. Dee laid down and spread her legs.

“Move your leg so the camera can catch the action. OK! That’s it!” Vic said. “Ok! Action!” The camera began to roll.

She took his manhood and directed it to the center of her love. Lord Harold pushed. Dee gasped as has her lover’s cock slid in balls deep. He began and sensual in and out. Dee closed her eyes and imagined herself floating in her own private universe. She was beginning to orgasm. She lost track of time. Then she felt her emotions begin to build. It went through her like a lightning bolt – a deep sensual orgasm.

Lord Harold’s ass tightened as he felt her body tremble. He lost it. He pushed all the way to his sword hilt and erupted! Gobs of hot ropy cum splashed against Dee’s cunt walls.

“Cut!” Vic shouted.

Lord Harold began kissing Dee. Her body continued to tremble and writhe.

“Cut!”

Dee’s mouth open to accept Lord Harold’s tongue and lips. Their lips were seared together in loving heat.

“Cut! That’s all! The scene is over!”

Lord Harold had regained his composure and his cock began to stiffen. He withdrew part way from Dee’s love channel. Then he pushed back in. Dee felt a creampie frothing up around his shaft. In and out his cock plunged and withdrew. Dee’s hips were working in rhythm with her master’s body. They lips were massaging each other.

“Cut! That’s all folks! OK! Turn out the lights! Let’s print it!”

Dee felt Lord Harold’s power for another hour. She had four more orgasms before they collapsed in exhaustion.

***

The next morning, Lisa was dressing when she started giggling.

“What’s wrong, Lisa?” Dee asked.

“Did you hear Vic when he said ‘Cut’?”

“No! When did he say it?”

“It was at the end of the scene when Lord Harold came in you.”

“I didn’t hear it,” Dee said.

“Then you didn’t hear Vic shout it again?”

“No.”

“Then you didn’t hear him say ‘That’s all Folks’,” Lisa said grinning.

“No! Did he say that?” Dee giggled.

“Yes! He said … Cut … That’s all folks. Then I started laughing!” Lisa said.

The two girls began laughing.

“Hey! Listen,” Lisa said, “I went to a hot pub in Brixton last night. It was full of black English gentleman ….”

“While you and Lord Harold were making out, I went to the pub. I met a very nice black gentleman. You know what, Dee?” Lisa asked.

“No! What?” Dee said.

“We fucked all night!” Lisa said.

Years ago, I realized I was bi. I love pussy but was always turned on by cocks. Especially big black cocks. While in college, there was an adult bookstore nearby that I would visit and look at dirty magazines. Eventually I went into the back and discovered private rooms where I could watch porn and jerk off. This was where I discovered gloryholes. I would watch everything – bi, straight, BBC, tranny, etc. I LOVED watching porn while I was getting my big, thick cock sucked dry by a stranger through the gloryhole. Once another kinky faggot entered my booth while I was getting sucked, knelt behind me and licked my asshole – I came so fucking good! I shot my load so many times in that place!

One day I was in there and a man stuck his cock through the hole. It was a big black piece of meat! I figured maybe it was time for me to return the favor since I’d been getting sucked there almost daily since I discovered the back room. So I started stroking his cock and it got bigger. He was talking really dirty and that turned me on! So I bent over and licked the head of his cock and liked the way his precum tasted. Then he said the magic words to me. He said “be a good faggot and suck my nigger cock, boy”. Immediately, I dropped to my knees and started slurping & sucking his big black cockhead while simultaneously stroking his thick black cock and bursa eskort trying to get as much of that black dick in my mouth! It was then and there that I discovered that I loved being a discreet cocksucker. He was talking dirty to me (which really turned me on!) and feeding me his big, thick black fuck stick through this gloryhole and I LOVED it!.

After a short time, I knew he was going to cum and I was turned on. He was telling me that I was a good faggot boy for taking his cock and worshipping it. Told me to get ready to swallow. Then, he started cumming in my mouth and I loved it! Felt so good to get that load blasted into the back of my mouth (just like I had done to my girlfriends and men in the booth), but I didn’t know what to do and spit it out. When I licked the head of his big black cock and tasted a big drop of his cum – I was hooked as a cocksucker! So I kept sucking his cock and milking him dry. I wanted every drop.

Sadly, he finally pulled his cock out of my mouth and thru the hole, but was telling me what I great blowjob I gave him and that he will be back tomorrow. Suddenly, it occurred to me that I just gave a man a blowjob and was confused. I liked it, but loved pussy and wanted to go home and fuck my gf. So, I waited about 5 minutes before I excited the booth. I escort bayan figured the man would leave as soon as he shot his load, like I always did.

When I walked out of the booth, an older black man, about 45 and well dressed, walked up to me and gave me his business card. He said “if you ever want to suck this big nigger cock, call me”. Then he walked away.

I went back to class at the university and thought about him. What I did. How much I enjoyed it. When I could do it again? I called my gf, she came over and we fucked. I was really paying attention to how she was sucking my cock and teasing me. Looking back, she would have been turned on if I told her what I did.

That night, I called him. He gave me his address. I went to his house and knocked on the door. He opened the door wearing a robe and asked if I was ready to be his white-boy faggot cocksucker. I said yes. He said “What? Answer me properly!” I replied “Yes, Sir” and he let me in. Asked if I was thirsty and I replied yes, expecting a beer or bottle of water. He said “I got more cum for you. Follow me”. I did. We went into the tv room where he had porn on and he sat in a chair. Told me to get on my knees in front of him. Told me to take off my shirt and I did. Told me to open his robe and I did. Just stared at his gorukle escort black cock, not hard but firm. He reached out and put his hand on my head, gentle yet firm, and said to me “suck my nigger cock boy. Be a good faggot like you were earlier.” I did! It was such a turn on hearing him tell me how much I was pleasing him. Talking dirty to me. Telling me that if I did a good job he would give me a reward. I thought that meant him cumming in my mouth. He stood up and told me to cup his balls and rub them good. I did and when I traced my finger over his anus (like my gf did to me) he really liked that! So he turned around, knelt into the chair, reached back and spread his ass-cheeks. Before he could tell me what to do, I was licking his anus and trying to fuck his hole with my tongue. He was moaning and telling me what a good faggot I was for sucking his cock and licking his butthole. His cock got so hard and he finally turned around, sat down and I just did what came to me naturally and started sucking and trying to deepthroat him. He was holding my white boy head in his hands and face fucking my mouth – I loved it!

That day was just the beginning of a two year friendship. That night I sucked him, rimmed his asshole repeatedly and he fucked me. I LOVED feeling his long and thick black cock in my asshole, especially when he told me to call him Daddy as he was cumming up my ass. Eventually, I got to meet his friends, male and female, and had lots of fun. I discovered that I enjoyed sucking cock or rimming ass while a woman was there encouraging me to do something sexy and kinky!

There is much more to this story. If you’re interested, contact me.

That night, I kept reliving what happened, and it felt amazing. The idea of being fucked by an older guy made me horny all the time. I kept thinking about the way he touched me, controlled me, used me, kissed me, and fucked me. I kept thinking about the time we had, and how it made me feel. I wanted to feel that again. I wanted to be his sex slave.

The next day, I received a text from him, saying, “Hey, how you doing? I didn’t hear from you, I hope I didn’t scare you away.”

I texted back, “Hey, I’m good, no you didn’t scare me, actually I had a good time”.

He texted, “Do you want to have sex again some time??”

I replied, “Yes, just the idea of us fucking turns me on.”

He texted, “Great, I have been thinking about you too. This weekend I’m taking monday off, do you want to come over and spend the weekend at my place??”

I replied, “Yes, I’d love that, I’m going to take monday off, that way we can have three days together”

He texted, “Sounds good, see you then”.

I was nervous and excited at the same time, but not as nervous as the first time. The idea of having sex for three days made me horny all of the time; that was all I was thinking about, and I couldn’t wait.

Friday came and I just finished work. So, I bursa merkez escort texted him, “Hey, I just finished work and I’m ready, I’ll be in the same spot you picked me up from”

He texted, “Ok, see you soon”.

I left work and headed to the street side. I waited for five minutes, then I saw his car coming. I got in the car. He grabbed my head, pulled me over, and kissed me. I felt his tongue inside my mouth; then, he put his hand on my thigh.

When we reached his house, I sat on the couch and he sat by my side. He said, “You know, fucking you was amazing. I loved it, and since then, I have been thinking about your smooth body.”

I said, “You made me love cock.”

He took his pants off, grabbed my head and pushed me toward his cock. I started sucking his cock, as if it was a lollipop. I made him so horny that he came in my mouth. It was the first time I tasted his cum. As he was cumming, he held my head on his cock, and I swallowed all of his cum.

He asked, “How did that taste? Did you like it?”

I replied, “It tasted good, I like it when you are rough on me.”

“Do want to be my sex slave?” he offered. “Is that something you would be interested in?”

“I bursa yabancı escort used to watch BDSM porn, and it turned me on, the idea of being someone’s slave turns me on a lot… so, yes, I want to be your sex slave.”

He said, “I’m glad to hear it, but sometimes, I can be very rough, and it’s going to be painful.”

“I’m ready for it,” I answered, “whatever you want, I’ll do.”

That was when he told me that tomorrow, he has four friends coming over to spend the weekend with us, and I would be the one to please them.

I said, “That sounds interesting, terrifying, and makes me horny, all at the same time.”

He smiled, and we went to grab lunch. After we ate, he asked me if I wanted to shower. When I said yes, he told me that he was going to shower with me. Then he asked me, “Is your body shaved?”

I answered, “Most of it, yes, but it’s hard to shave my ass.”

He said, “I’ll shave it for you.”

I took my clothes off and went to the bathroom. As the hot water was running down my body, I felt something poking me in the back. I turned, and it was his hard cock.

He grabbed me, and kissed me. “Bend over.”

So, I bent over and he started shaving my ass and bursa sınırsız escort my thighs. The feeling of him touching me, made me horny. When he was done, he started rubbing my ass and fingering me.

He said, “I like it smooth that way.”

He started with one finger, then two fingers, then three fingers; I could feel my hole loosening. Then, he pushed four fingers inside, and that made me so horny. He turned me over, pushed me on my knees and shoved his cock in my mouth. I started sucking it, and he grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth.

I wasn’t able to breathe well and I tried to hold my breath. Then he grabbed and pushed me against the wall, lifting my leg on the edge as I was facing him. He started kissing me, and pushing his cock inside me, as the water was running on our bodies. He started fucking me hard and the feeling of his cock deep inside me was amazing. I was enjoying every moment.

Then he held me up and pinned me on the floor and kept fucking me hard; I was moaning and screaming. He grabbed my neck and put his finger in my mouth. I started sucking it, and I couldn’t hold it any longer. I came all over the place as he was fucking me. My cum was flying everywhere– on his chest, on my chest, on my face, on the floor. Then he started moaning hard, and he pulled his cock out and sat on my chest and shoved his cock deeply in my mouth and started cumming. I could feel his warm cum going down my throat and it kept going for a while.

He held his cock in my mouth until I swallowed it all. Then, he pulled me up, slapped me on my ass, and we took a shower.

To be continued…

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*****

The party was winding down and Gianni made sure to avoid Leona at all cost. He had to hurry and give the Chief his gift so he could get the hell out of there. It seemed like an impossible feat since his two pigheaded friends were drinking like fish and mingled as if they had never seen women before. He nursed his third drink as he surveyed the room. Everyone looked beautiful almost out of a magazine or off a runway. He was approached by two very attractive women but couldn’t even hold a decent conversation because his mind constantly went back to the Chief’s daughter. If the Chief found out what he did to his little girl he would make his life a living hell.

“Got a lot on your mind Prenelli?”

Prenelli jumped and turned to see the Chief behind him with a cocktail in hand. His heart nearly stopped and he found himself unable to make eye contact.

“Yes, just family problems. I was actually looking for you to give you this.” Prenelli reached into his pocket and pulled out a card. The Chief took it opening it and a huge grin graced his face.

“Prenelli my boy! You sure know how to kiss ass.”

Both men laughed as the Chief ogled the tickets. It was no secret that he was a fan of football and with Prenelli’s family having the connections they had he was able to get him preordered super bowl tickets. The Chief wrapped his arm around his shoulder squeezing him.

“You know you’ve always been my favorite. Even when you came into the force I knew that one day you could take my job. But that will be when I’m long gone of course.”

Both men shared a laugh. Conversation flowed freely between the two and Prenelli relaxed almost forgetting about today’s earlier events. Almost. When a sultry voice broke through their discussion he couldn’t help tensing.

“Am I interrupting?”

“No baby girl not at all.”

Leona sidled up next to her dad with a sweet smile and cut her eyes at Prenelli. He gulped down his drink and tried to inch away but the chief continued talking as if the discussion never stopped. He watched as Leona looked up at her father hanging onto his every word with admiration. He could tell she really loved and cherished him. And it made him feel even more like shit.

“Robert you old fart! Get your ass over here!”

Chief stopped talking and looked over at one of his army brothers that just arrived. He broke out into a huge grin and excused himself as he left leaving Leona and Prenelli alone. There was a tense few seconds as the two made penetrating eye contact.

“It’s nice to put a first name to my assailant.”

“Listen I apologize for earlier. I didn’t know you were the Chief’s daughter and even if you weren’t his daughter it was an inappropriate thing for me to do especially being an officer of the law.”

“How many others have you done that to?”

“Only you.”

Her eyes unbelievingly glared at him. He knew that if the shoe was on the other foot he wouldn’t have believed himself. But it was true and he couldn’t prove it. He couldn’t help the anger that welled up inside of him at the realization.

“I can’t make you believe me. But trust me you’re the first, last, and only.”

“Well why me? Were you having a rough day mister officer? Or maybe you just wanted to get your dick wet? Or maybe power went straight to your fucking head and you—”

Before she could finish cutting into his ass, his boy Gary cut in. For the first time in a while he was actually glad to have his big head butting in.

“Well, well, well Miss Leona you sure look magnificent tonight.”

Leona in a flash went from angry to cute and giggled at Gary. The act infuriated Gianni. He knew Gary was an attractive older guy. At only 31 he could still pass for being in his 20s. He was an inch or two shorter than Gianni and was a very light brown color. He had hazel eyes that always entrapped women and had their legs splayed open to him before nightfall. He was a player and a womanizer and had no plans of settling down any time soon. The thought of him trying to run game on Leona made him angrier.

“Thanks Gary. You look handsome as well.”

“Care to dance?”

Gary lightly grabbed Leona’s hand kissing it and she nodded smiling at him prettily. Gianni was not about to let this happen.

“Gary let’s go.”

Both pairs of eyes looked at him. Sharp browns and lazy hazels assessed him.

“Okay after this dance.”

He pulled Leona to the dance floor where couples slow-danced to some old R&B song. He watched with disdain as Gary put his hands on Leona’s waist and she put her arms around his neck. They started to sway and he couldn’t help the jealousy that engulfed him at the sight of Gary whispering something probably dirty in her ear and her sultry laugh dancing across the room.

“Why are you looking like a sour puss over here?”

Gianni ignored Will as he had his eyes glued to Gary escort topkapı and Leona. Will followed his eyes to the two and smiled.

“Hey don’t worry. Gary knows better. It’s the Chief’s daughter. He wouldn’t be stupid enough to try anything.”

He was right because Gianni felt like the stupid one. She had his life in her hands and he hated feeling this hopeless. The song ended and the two pulled apart. Gary finished talking with her and he hated the way she looked up at him with almost the same admiration she did her father. He turned and walked away searching for the nearest bathroom. All on the main level were occupied and he bumped into the Chief’s wife.

“Oh honey sorry everyone’s drinking like fish and hogging the bathrooms! I had to go upstairs myself. You’re welcome to go up there just don’t tell anyone.”

She winked and he thanked her as he made his way upstairs. He opened the first door he could find and luckily it was a bathroom. He stepped inside and splashed cold water on his face. He had to calm the fuck down. It didn’t seem as if she was going to tell her father because she hadn’t said anything yet but he still was unsure. He didn’t understand where all this anger was coming from watching her interact with other men but he needed to cut the shit out. He summed it up to being his guilt for taking advantage of her. He fixed his tie and his slacks and barged out of the bathroom ready to drag Gary and Will’s ass out. He charged into someone and hurriedly grabbed onto them before they fell.

Leona was jarred out of her thoughts as a moving wall slammed into her. Warm hands encircled her waist holding her up and she looked up into Gianni’s eyes which looked just as startled as she was. She felt heat warm her as she became aware of their proximity. He hurried and released her backing away.

“Sorry.”

He tried to get by her and she stepped so that she was in front of him again. She folded her arms in front of her chest aggravated that he would try to leave and not settle things.

“So are we not going to discuss what happened earlier?”

“Are you going to tell your father?”

“No.”

“Then there’s nothing to discuss.”

He tried to side step her and she stepped in his way again. She narrowed her eyes at him and couldn’t control her hand shooting out and smacking his face. There was complete silence. His eyes went to glacial proportions and she was startled by the growl that escaped his mouth. He grabbed her arms and pushed her not so gently against the wall.

“What the fuck do you expect from me? What am I supposed to say after what happened? I apologized and that’s all I can do!”

Both of their breaths came out in rapid puffs and she felt utter embarrassment at the moistening happening in her thong. She took note of his legs touching hers and his crotch rubbing against her stomach. She could feel his cock hardening and to make matters worse she was starting to smell her own arousal. It didn’t help that her legs were pressed open on either side of his. She prayed he wasn’t able to tell that she was turned on. She watched his eyes close and him take a deep breath. His eyes opened and there was that same grin from earlier today. She couldn’t help the nervousness that swallowed her. She licked her lips and took note that her breath came faster beyond her control.

“Or maybe I should take you into this bathroom and do a repeat of earlier today? Have you on your knees sucking my cock again. Or maybe fuck you senseless sense I can smell you now. Would you like that you little brat.”

He placed both of her wrists in one hand while the other snaked down her body. He roughly began to massage one of her breasts tweaking her hard nipple. She let out an involuntary moan and began trying to pull away.

“If you want to nag and badger me about what happened earlier that’s fine but just know it’s going to take more then head to get me to even remotely listen.”

She roughly snatched her arms out of his grasp.

“Fine! You’re right, there’s nothing you can do. If I never see you again it will be a blessing.”

She pulled away from him and made her way back downstairs forgetting what she came upstairs for. He wanted to kick himself. And why the fuck was he still watching her ass as it sashayed away from him? He roughly ran a hand through his hair and waited a bit for his anger and dick to get in control. He made his way downstairs as everyone held glasses up to a toast the chief’s wife was making. It finished and everyone erupted in cheers. He spotted Gary and Will talking to three smoking hot women and made his way over.

Now that he was assured the little brat wasn’t opening her mouth he felt himself relax more. He was able to slide into the conversation easily and was happy to see the blonde out of the group favored him. She smiled coyly and began flirting with him. He felt a familiar feeling of being watched and looked up and to the side. He was greeted with a scowl from Leona across the room. She looked away and went back to escort güngören her conversation with a young black guy who seemed her age. He had his arm lazily on her waist and Gianni wanted so badly to go over and break it off. He shook off the feeling and went back to the blonde who didn’t hold a candle to Leona’s cuteness.

***

Leona was happy to see guests clearing out. It was nearing two in the morning and she wanted so badly to go to sleep. Gary, Will, and Gianni left a few minutes ago with the trio of women she knew to be secretaries from her stepmom’s office. She couldn’t identify the feeling she had from watching the blonde hang on Gianni’s arm. Jealousy? Hell no, she couldn’t stand his ass let alone care enough to give any fucks on who he decided to bed. She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see her mom.

“Go on to bed sweetheart. I know you’re tired.”

“Kay, night mom.”

She made her way upstairs and into her room. She stripped and threw on an oversized shirt. Once in her bed she couldn’t help thinking on the events that occurred today. Prenelli was still heavily on her mind and she wanted to be angry but couldn’t help the arousal that engulfed her. Bad Leona. Get his ass off of your mind! She pretended to count sheep a trick her biological mom taught her that put her to sleep fast. She couldn’t help dreaming of icy eyes that left her breathless.

***

Gianni angrily punched the punching bag in the gym of the police precinct. As he listened to the conversation that took place he made sure to remain silent in fear he would say something ugly.

“Man Gary I saw you over there trying to cop a feel on the Chief’s daughter!”

“Hell yeah! I saw him giving her that player drawl. You better watch out them young ones will get your ass.”

“Hey, hey don’t start that bull. Chief is already on my ass about some documents I misplaced. I’m not trying to have him fuck me up over his daughter.”

“Come on man. In all honesty you can’t say you wouldn’t hit that.”

Gianni’s hits became harder on the bag rattling the chains that held the bag from the ceiling. His teeth were gritted as he tried to shut out the conversation.

“Alright, alright. If she was a tad bit older and wasn’t the Chief’s baby girl…then hell yeah I’d hit that!”

Everyone’s whooping and hollering went silent as Gianni’s final hit sent the punching bag to the floor. He was breathing heavily and glared over at the four men. Will sat silent tying his shoes.

“What’s got you all frustrated man?”

“Nothing.”

He picked up the bag thankful that the conversation took on a dramatic change.

“But did you see that blonde last night with Gianni here! Man that bitch had knockers till Tuesday. Please tell me you hit that?”

Gianni grinned and shook his head in the negative. He couldn’t bring himself to fuck her. Not when he’d just had his cock in Leona’s mouth.

“What? Why the fuck not man! The things I could do to that ass!”

Gianni laughed at the older man who happened to be Will’s cousin. Will scowled in his direction.

“How about you focus on the wife you have at home and not some slut from a party?”

Everyone oohhed liked they were in elementary school at the shot Will took at his cousin Jerry. Jerry mumbled and left to the locker room. Everyone idly talked about the party then ventured on to sports. Soon the gym cleared out leaving only Will and Gianni.

“So what’s got your panties in a bunch? You’ve been tense since the party.”

“Nothing just a lot on my mind.”

“Well talking about it sometimes helps.”

Gianni glanced over at Will. He was closest to Will having known him the longest and Will used to date his older sister. Will knew most of his secrets and problems but he couldn’t bring himself to tell him about Leona. Will was like a brother from another mother. Sometimes people mistook them as such even with Will being a beach blonde with warm brown eyes. They both had a similar chill aura. At least they did until Gianni ran into the bratty Leona.

“Nothing much to talk about.”

Will grunted knowingly and went back to his jog on the treadmill. Gianni made his way to the locker room trying to focus on today’s events. He had a lot planned for the day and his nerves were on edge because the Chief wanted to see him in a meeting today. He prayed that it had nothing to do with his daughter. He knew today was going to be nothing but nerves.

***

As Gianni waited outside of the Chief’s office he couldn’t help the sweating of his palms and rapid beating of his heart. The door opened and the Chief stood in front of him with a stern look. He gulped.

“Come in Prenelli.”

Gianni followed him inside and couldn’t help the dread that filled him. He sat across the Chief’s desk and waited for him to start talking. The chief broke out into a large grin and Gianni visibly relaxed.

“You look constipated Prenelli.”

They both shared a laugh and Gianni felt a hell of a lot better that Chief escort beyoğlu was in a joking mood.

“Prenelli I know it comes as no surprise to you that you have been under heavy investigation.”

Gianni nodded. He knew that with him sharing the last name of his father who was an active participant with the mob it was no secret that he was not trusted when he first came onto the force. He went under rigorous questioning and lie detector tests until finally he was deemed not a spy. His family could not believe his switch to the opposite side and officers questioned where his loyalty laid constantly. He knew one day the paths would cross and he would have to make a hard decision.

“Well you have been deemed fit for the force. All evidence shows that you are not an infiltrator and I can’t say I’m surprised. I’ve been a great judge of character since I joined the force and I trusted you from the start.”

“Thank you sir. You don’t know how much those words mean to me.”

“You’re welcome. You’re a fine gentlemen and I know it’s very hard to choose the law and lives of others over family. I am impressed by your will. I’m happy to tell you you’re getting a pay raise and a position review. Be expecting a new title soon.”

“Th-Thank you Chief.”

“There’s a case coming up soon that I would like you to be on. It does involve your family and you may see your loyalties tested and decisions will have to be made. Do you think you can manage?”

“Yes sir.”

The chief nodded his head in approval and then dismissed him. The pride he felt at that moment couldn’t be masked. Not even the thought of Leona dimmed it. He felt accomplished. He wanted so badly to call his mother but didn’t want to push his luck. As far as the men in his life went they did not speak but his mother and sisters always kept in contact with him.

He was happy he would get to share the news with them.

***

Leona stood outside the nightclub that her friends dragged her to. It was the start of their summer and the girls would be doing anything they could think of before they all parted ways for the summer. It was a 21 and up club and since the girls had money they were able to buy the best fake IDs money could buy. They got to the front of the line and the bouncer glanced at their cards and ushered them inside.

Leona made her way directly to the bar needing a little liquid courage for the night. She was dressed very cutely with a form fitting red high-waist skirt and short black shirt that stopped right under her breasts. Her hair was as curly and wild as ever and black stilettos donned her feet. Her friends Dana and Erica both wore form hugging dresses. Dana’s dress was a midnight blue and complimented her tall model frame. She had long platinum blonde hair, a cute button nose, and full lips thanks to injections. Erica was short and petite. Her dress was green and her heels made her Leona’s height. She was a brunette with warm brown eyes and a cute smile.

The three girls looked good and received many appreciative glances from onlookers. After taking a few shots they made their way to the dance floor and began their night of fun.

***

Gianni was on night duty and would be clocking out soon. He patrolled the downtown area lazily looking for any disturbances on this Saturday night. He was itching for anything to happen having had a boring day of routine traffic stops.

As he turned on 7th street he could hear the booming music from a club he and the boys frequented. He scoped out the people as he glanced at the clock knowing most of the patrons would be leaving for the night. Parking he made sure to be on the lookout for any too drunk to drive. As he sat watching his mind drifted to a week ago. He hadn’t thought about Leona much but when he did it brought on a slight headache.

As if his thoughts conjured her up he sat up abruptly when he saw her tumble out of the club laughing with her friends. They were all being ushered out by three dudes to God knows where. Without a second thought he hopped out of his car. Anger welled up inside of him as he watched one of the guys cop a feel on Leona’s plump ass in her skirt. He caught up to them quickly and stood in front of the group. Everyone stopped and he could see fear on all the girls’ faces except one.

“If I were you three I’d get the hell out of here.”

The men hurriedly left not trying to get arrested over pieces of ass. Leona had a look of utter rage on her face while her two friends looked on the verge of tears.

“What are you three doing at a 21 and up establishment? If I’m not mistaken you all are fresh out of high school.”

“Listen Prenelli—”

“Not a word from you Ms. Crawford.”

Gianni cut his eyes at Leona who immediately shut up.

“Into my car. Now.”

They trudged over to his car and got inside. Everyone was silent.

“Give me your addresses. I’m taking you home.”

After the two girls gave him their addresses they drove in tense silence. He looked in his rearview at the pissed off Leona. He couldn’t lie and say she didn’t look fucking sexy. It pissed him off at what the men from earlier possibly could have been thinking about and God knows what they would have been doing if he wasn’t there. He looked back to the road and felt his hands tighten on the steering wheel. He dropped the two girls off first then proceeded to make his way to the Chief’s house.

“You’re to wear this at all times whilst you’re in public.” Lavin told me, his eyes burning into mine as he placed the silver mask in my hand. I stared down at it fearfully and felt gorge rise in my throat. Surely they couldn’t expect me to don such a monstrous thing for days at a time? The moulding of the things lips were pressed firmly closed. Its expression one of cold superiority. It would be impossible for me to speak with it on, let alone breathe properly. I lifted it up into the light and inspected the small holes in its nostrils, the two eye holes that would allow me to see.

I Shook my head and tried to give it back to him. “No!” I said, standing up. “I’ll not wear that. I can’t!”

He made no move to take the mask from my shaking hands. “You can and you will. Your father deemed it a suitable punishment for your disobedience and the council has agreed. Behave yourself and in time maybe you’ll be permitted to wear the Avadina again.

I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry. I had always hated the Avadina, a mask made from thinly spun silk. It was infused with a magic that allowed it to mould its self to ones features, making it like a second skin to most of our kind. Not so for me. I had realised early on that it was another sort of shackle, made to keep us aloof and apart from those different from us. Often I had been badly punished for my defiance but that had always paled to the terrible feeling of constriction I felt whenever someone forced me to put it on.

Looking at the thing in my hands I suddenly yearned for the days when my father forced the horrid Avadina on my face. “I won’t wear it.” I said, trying not to keep hold of some dignity, though god knows it meant little enough to me now.

Lavin never became angry, not on the outside at least. I think they had given him charge of my guardianship because he was a very difficult man to rattle. In all the months I had known him he had never lashed out at me unless he absolutely needed to. I could tell when he was fixing to bend me to his will though. In almost all things he had control over me. Panicked, with my heart beating painfully fast in my chest I threw the accursed thing away from me and backed as far away from him as the small room would allow.

Now that I had thrown my little tantrum I was not entirely sure what to do next. I knew my outburst would warrant further punishment and I felt a pit open up in the bottom of my stomach at the thought of it. What made it worse though was the fear I felt. What would they do to me now? And with those panicked words resounding in my head I realised that they were going to win eventually. With each new punishment they forced on me I became a little more complacent, a little less rebellious. By the time they were finished with me I had no doubt they I would be reduced to a mere shell of my former self. A meek little puppet they could contain and use for their sordid affairs.

Lavin sighed and picked the horrid thing up. It glinted in the morning sunlight streaming through the tiny barred window of my cell. I raised my hands toward him off, little good it would do me, and tried to push my back through the stone wall that kept me so tightly penned in. Everything around me was another form of punishment. They knew how I hated to be inside, how I despised and feared closed spaces.

“You have but one small requirement Fali,” He said, using the title that was to remain with me for the rest of my days. Deserter. “And that is to obey. Learn to obey and you will be given some measure of freedom.”

What was freedom to a race that was so bound in their own intrigue and politics that they dared not open themselves to the world and people around them for fear that they might be contaminated. And I, the greatest hope of freedom I could hope for was the ability to take a piss unsupervised, and for that I would likely have to give myself over entirely to their rule. “Please,” I gasped as he walked towards me, the mask held high in his large hands. Ridiculous or not I would have bolted had his gaze not pinned me flat against my wall. I lifted my arms and threw them over my face, twisting away from him as much as the hex allowed. “Falumn,” the name I must call all of my kind now, our word for master. “Do not, please!” I had never begged, no matter what they tried to do to me I had never debased myself so thoroughly and earnestly. And it was all for naught. He grabbed my hands and pinned them to my chest and pulled me from the wall. I was pushed down onto my bed. The feeling of helplessness increased and with it a need to escape. “I beg of you, Falumn, please don’t!” I could hear my own hysteria now as his knee ground into my chest. Keeping me pinned down. His large hand fumbled with the thin straps of the mask.

“If you do not yield Fali, if you do not submit to your punishment then you cannot be forgiven. This is a necessity to make you see that your ways will not be permitted.” His features softened abruptly but he did not move his wretched knee from bursa otele gelen escort my chest. “If you will not wear the mask you will not be permitted to leave this room except when it is entirely necessary, and then you will be forced. Think, do you want to be holed up in here for even longer? ”

No, I did not want to stay penned in like a rabbit in its hutch, I did not want to spend one more maddening hour in my room, but even that was preferable to the soulless thing they were trying to force on me. I fought him then, with tooth and nail, fist and foot. He ended my rebellion quickly enough though. He was not permitted to hurt me but he was more than capable of restraining me. With a casual flick of his hand he had me laid flat and immobile on the bed, unable to move as much as my eyelids. He had never done this to me before, I knew he was capable but he had never actually done it. I screamed but not a single murmur escaped my lips. His finger’s smoothed my errant hair from my eyes before he fixed the mask gently in place. I was hysterical inside, wailing and screaming like a madman. Let me go, I thought, as tears began to flow through my closed eyes and down beneath the thin layer of metal, for the love of god let me go.

I heard the tiny lock click into place, moulding the hateful thing firmly to my skin. I couldn’t breathe with it on. Lavin got off of me and released me from my paralysis. I immediately rolled off my back and started clawing at the thing adhered to my skin. I could hear my own muffled cries drowned to almost nothing

“Breathe Fali,” Laven commanded calmly. I wondered somewhat hysterically how they would punish me further if I disobeyed him and ended up suffocating. They’d have a trick disciplining me from the afterlife.

I found that if I breathed deeply and slowly the mask did allow me a sufficient supply of air. Of course every second I spent wearing it was one more moment of torture. It was difficult to keep my composure. Tears were still streaming down the face of metal. I instinctively kept trying to breathe through my mouth and finding it clogged every time sent my heart pounding. I wanted to tear my own hair out.

Laven left me to my horrors, not talking or touching me as I wept pitifully into my hands. Oh yes, my father had done himself proud with this particular discipline. He must have laughed himself silly as he thought of it. And then through the panic and dread a long forgotten emotion burned inside of me. I hated him, I despised him and every damned, inconsequential thing he thought was so important. He did this to me, knowing how much I would hate, reveling no doubt in the pain he was bringing me.

I sat up suddenly and wiped my hand across my eyes. I struggled to control my breathing, making each breath flow slowly and fully. I knew Laven would report my breakdown to my father and the court. So be it. Let them think they had beaten me, let them think I would one day dance to their tunes. I would not, god as my witness I would not fold beneath them!

“You’re father has commanded an audience with you Fali,” Laven said, not in spite or relish for seeing me quail because despite his harsh mannerism I didn’t think he enjoyed hurting me. “You’re to wear the mask.”

Why else would he have made me put it on if not to take me out in public? I looked at him dully for a moment before slowly nodding my head. My father would take me to court, I realized, feeling a knot open up in my stomach before pushing it angrily away. He had already humiliated me ten times over. I had little place for pride anymore. What did I care if the court saw me with the mask? At least I wouldn’t have to school my features among them.

I dressed myself; I wasn’t permitted a servant anymore, in a plain black silk tunic and trousers, unadorned but of good quality. The black was to emphasize my disgrace and title as a deserter. Even the cloak on my back and the ribbon in my hair was black. For the rest of my life I would wear the same colour and none other, if found with another I could expect no less than twenty lashes. Not a poultry sum by anyone’s count.

As soon as I was dressed I was led out of my room. The air was chill and fierce, turning the mask frigid in moments and leaving the flesh beneath cold and sore. Lavern caught hold of my arm, his thick fingers dinging painfully into my flesh. Again I did not think he did it on purpose, had I asked him to ease up a little I’m sure he would have. I would not ask though and I made a silent vow to myself that he would never hear me beg again. He pulled me into one of my father’s carriages, waiting for us beside the road.

One inside he pulled the curtains aside and sat down opposite me. He held a thin silver chain in his hand. I looked at it and shuddered. Surely not that as well?

“Will we need this tonight?” He asked me, fingering the chain between his fingers. I knew how distasteful he found the leash. bursa eve gelen escort “Well Fali, will you behave?”

I nodded my head fiercely. I did not want it on me, though even that would have been preferable to the mask. But both of them together-

“Alright then. No leash, at least not for now. But if you try to slip away again I’ll see to it that you get no more opportunities. This is your last chance Fali. You will learn to obey.”

I would not, I pledged silently as I looked at my long and boney hands. If it took me until the day I died I would free myself eventually.

Time passes, Time passes, Time passes, Time passes, Time passes, Time passes, Time passes,

I could not outrun them all. Hounds, soldiers, men on horseback, and of course the collectors. They had locked onto me, bearing down on me with a power I had no knowledge of. I had no way of deflecting it and no way of hiding from it. Every muscle in my body screamed at me to stop, but how could I? If I stopped, if I yielded it would mean that everything I had ever done was for naught. I would not let them win!

Agony struck my leg, hard and fast and unbearably painful. It would not cause me permanent damage though, I knew enough about my own worth to realize that they wanted to keep me whole and healthy. My precious blood was too useful to waste. I hit the ground hard, rolling into a raised crouch as I pulled my dagger from my boot.

None of them stopped. I was no danger to them and they knew it. But ah, I thought, staring up at them as they rode hard towards me. I cannot hurt them but one thing I am profoundly good at is hurting myself.

I turned the blade around and aimed for my heart. I would not let them take me back. I would die first. At least then neither of us would win. I heard my father scream my name, the first time I had heard it use since I was pronounced Fali. I was unprepared for the dogs. One of the great beasts barrelled into me, knocking the dagger flying from my hands. I screamed the vilest curse I knew at the hateful creature. I tried to stand up; I would not give in, not now. The hound knocked me back down again, its teeth bared and furious as I backed away from it. By then it was too late. People sat atop grand horses encircled me, blocking the moon from my sight, boxing me in.

“Are you mad?” My father screamed at me, his voice high and panicked unlike I had ever heard it. He jumped down beside me and hoisted me up by my shirtfront. “You damned little fool! When will you learn, what more must be done?”

Perhaps I was mad. Three years of wearing a solid silver mask, of being unable to speak to anyone beside my keeper and the men and women who sought to save my wretched soul, two years of wearing naught but black, of being denied sunlight of warmth, of having no name beyond deserter. Perhaps these things had driven me mad. I did not try to fight him off, not until he pulled me into a hearty embrace. My mind and body locked with shock but then with a strength I had not known I possessed I pushed him furiously off me. “Do not!” I screamed at him, my voice ragged and crazed. “Do not embrace me as your son. Never again! You forego that right years ago!”

His face hardened, the mask he wore tightening in like. He caught my wrist in his powerful hand and dragged me after him. No man could hurt me; I was too precious, too valuable. Like all of my kind we were kept safe and secure.

Ah, but my sire. He owned me, from the day of my birth until the day he died I would be his. If he died before me I would be passed into my brother’s ownership, then my sisters. As the youngest of seven I knew I would never become my own man. At any time any of them could lay their hands on me.

Yes, my father could hurt me, not permanently of course and not too severely but enough for me to fear the heat in his grasp. He pulled himself into his saddle and dragged me up behind him. Without a word he set back out towards our home. The rest of my pursuers fell into step behind him. Not a word was uttered.

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I whimpered into my pillow, arching my back as the tenth lash cut across my back and thighs. Earlier I had sworn myself to silence but as the eleventh lash tore into my flesh I gave up that vow completely and screamed bloody murder into the pillow. Dear gods, wasn’t he nearly finished? Did he intend to scar every inch of me?

It seemed to go on forever. When he was finished I counted twenty strokes, though it was possible it could have been far more. By strike thirteen I was near delirious with the pain and half out of my mind.

His hand latched onto my hair, his face red and his eyes puffy as he made me look at him. “Are you content now?” He asked me furiously. “I’ve sullied my own hands and ruined your back.”

“Your hands were already sullied!” I spat at him.

Another lash fell. I curled into myself and tried to block the pain. “What more bursa escort bayan will it take?” He screamed at me. “Why won’t you yield?”

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Time passes, Time passes, Time passes, Time passes, Time passes, Time passes, Time passes

I wasn’t accustomed to the chains yet so I kept tripping over them. I sighed warily and picked myself back up. Bruised knees were hardly worth the effort of feeling pain so I ignored them completely and settled myself in my chair. I touched my face timidly, unused to feeling my own yielding flesh beneath my fingers. If only they would have given me a window, even a barred one, I thought wistfully as I worked my fingers into knots.

My door opened, showing me a fleeting image of a world outside my windowless cell. My heart soured at the sight of it and collapsed just as quickly when the door closed. Freedom, I thought, pouring all of my needs and wants into that one single word.

I stood up, so difficult with the chains circling my ankles and wrists, and bowed to my detestable liege. “Father,” I acknowledged dully, my voice lost and far away.

He studied me with no emotion, his eyes cold and his lips set into a flat line. He reminded me of my silver mask. “Your year has passed.” He said softly. “Are you mad, as they all said you would be?”

A year of solitude, of strict silence, a year worn with a sliver mask that was only removed when I ate. A year of darkness. I bowed my head and shuddered. “I do not know my lord.”

I felt fingers curl around my chin, the first human contact I had experienced in a whole year. He tilted my face up but I could not meet his gaze. I had never noticed how similar our eyes were. The same shifting, stormy grey. “We’ve played this game before, you and I. Play the meek lamb and I drop my guard. Not again Sail.”

“I-” The words wouldn’t come. “I-“

“What? Do not tell me that your detestable tongue has finally been curbed Fali?”

Hatred flared through me, hot but short lived. I would not go back into the darkness, back into the pit, into my tomb. I had finally learned that freedom could not be obtained through hate. A year they had left me, and a year I had plotted. He thought we had played a game all these years and perhaps we had but now I intended to change the rules.

They would not cowl me.

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Time passes, Time passes, Time passes, Time passes, Time passes, Time passes, Time passes

I sat among them, their brother once more in appearance if not manner. I did not know these cold imperious people. I had some memories of them of course but they were lost in the shadows of my childhood. I could feel their eyes on me and wondered what they must have thought of their youngest brother. The wild one that was rumoured to be mad.

The young woman beside me, her name was Aliva, the one born before me and as such my last possible master, offered me an attentive smile.

She was a beautiful woman, dark haired like our father and pale skinned like our mother. She did not share my Father’s grey eyes but my mother’s emerald green ones. Of all their children only I had inherited my father’s stony gaze.

“Will you not eat little brother?” She asked me, her voice sweet and kind.

I was not used to kindness. I tried to remember the last person to show me any but for the life of me I could not. I tried to shape the words to answer her but my tongue had grown heavy from disuse over time.

“Answer her boy!” Ranan snapped at me, his green eyes flashing dangerously in his ruddy face. He hated me I realised, though I could not remember him at all. He was my eldest brother and my next master. I thought him a sallow looking creature, grown fat and ugly with contentment.

“I’m sorry, Falumn.” I said, looking only at my sister. My voice sounded harsh and cracked to my own ears. I gestured uselessly. “It has been a long time.”

The table grew silent then, but only for a moment.

“You have only yourself to blame, Fali.” The young man on my left snapped, emphasising my title as deserter with an open sneer. The youngest son save myself. His name was Miket and I supposed he and I shared some resembling similarities, though he had grown more robust and taller than I ever would. Having suffered a year of malnutrition I doubted my full height would ever be impressive.

I bowed my head to him. “I try to atone.” I said softly. The only response I could offer.

“The past year has certainly knocked some manners into him.” My second eldest brother remarked, his tone neutral and even. I remembered Jon better than any of the others. He had been kind to my in my childhood and had visited me during that first year. I told myself I would never forget him and wonders above I had not.

They brought food then. So much, showing such richness and over indulged decadence. Had I not spent the past years eating the dregs offered to the disobedient and defiant? Porridge had sustained me during all that time. I looked thoughtfully at my skinny wrists and hands. What power could I hope to bring forth with such hands? I remembered suddenly that time long ago when I had looked at them in the exact same manner. They had been shorter then but fuller and stronger than they were now. If it took me until the end of my says I would be free, so I had sworn and so it shall be.

Please read the first installment of “Condo on the Beach” to get a full understanding of the story, the characters and the relationship dynamics of the characters.

Condo on the Beach I was a true story with fictional characters or a fictional story based on true events. Either way the names, the professions, the physical appearance of all characters portrayed in the story have been altered to prevent any semblance to anybody living or dead.

Condo on the Beach II is complete fiction from my perverted mind.

As with Condo on the Beach I this story could have been placed in a number of categories including, Loving Wives, Erotic Couplings, Mature and Exhibitionist and Voyeur but I do believe the driving force of the story is Interracial Love.

Constructive comments welcome. If you don’t like cuckold or wife sharing stories don’t read use your time for another story.

Condo on the Beach II

The drive home from the condo was a very quiet three hours. Amy tried on a couple of occasions to start a conversation but I would have none of it. She finally closed her eyes and slept. I am sure she needed it after the night she had with her two black bulls.

As we arrived at our home I woke her from a very deep sleep. She appeared quite groggy almost like she wasn’t sure where she was. She moaned as she tried to move her body to sit up. I am sure her muscles were sore and stiff from the pounding she had received over the last couple of days.

Once she got her bearings she looked at me with a very sad face and just said, “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

I looked at her for a moment but didn’t respond. I popped the trunk, got out of the car retrieved the luggage and went inside leaving her alone in the car. About five minutes later I heard the front door open as she entered. She went upstairs to our room shut the door. I didn’t see her again until the next morning as I slept in what had become my room.

That night I laid in bed thinking of what had happened over the weekend. I knew that I was at fault for part of it. She warned me that if it started there was no guarantee she could stop it and she was right once she started there was no stopping her.

While I was thinking and visualizing what had happened I realized that I was getting a partial erection. The one good thing about the weekend is I was finally getting some life back in the old cock. A feeling I had missed for almost a year. I decided to call a Urologist friend of mine in the morning to get checked out. Maybe there was some hope for me after all.

When I awoke the next morning I went to the kitchen to find a pot of coffee brewed and my wife dressed for work. She looked beautiful. She had on a navy blue skirt just above the knees with a white blouse and a matching navy blue suit jacket. She topped it off with white nylons and navy blue pumps. She looked the epitome of a professional woman. Unfortunately for me that vision was replaced with my memory of her being double penetrated by Ty and Reggie from the weekend.

We said our good mornings and drank our coffees said our goodbye. As she was leaving she kissed me on my cheek and said, “I love you but we need to talk tonight.” I just nodded and off she went.

I called my Urologist and due to being a top local doctor and friend I was added on for later in the day. During my appointment I talked about the recent stirrings in my groin and he said that is a good sign and then he suggested a new treatment for Erectile Dysfunction (ED) using ultrasound to repair damaged blood vessels. He said it would require a few treatments but has shown a lot of promise in cases like mine. I had my first treatment that afternoon.

I went home to an empty home. Being alone was not good. Memories of the past weekend kept creeping into my mind. I would visualize Ty fucking Amy Friday night seeing his cock pulsing as he filled her womb with his seed. I was remembering Saturday morning as he just took her into the bedroom and fucked her missionary until they both climaxed and then watched her as she used her mouth to clean him of their combined fluids.

The limo ride to and from the club with Ty and Reggie and all they did to her during those rides. Then the memory of watching Amy being fucked by Reggie and watching Ty lube up his cock to take Amy’s anal cherry. I remembered her begging Ty not to fuck her ass and not being able to do anything about it. Then the ultimate humiliation of listening to Amy come over and over again as the two bulls penetrated her pussy and ass. As much as I hated reliving those memories I had an actual full on erection for the first time in a year. It didn’t last long but I had it.

Amy came home around her usual time of 7:00 PM. I had dinner ready as I had become a pretty good cook since I retired. I prepared baked boneless chicken breast, mash potatoes and peas. Not a gourmet dinner but a good dinner. I brought out a good bottle of Pinot Grigio to pair with the meal.

During dinner we carried on a stunted escort taksim conversation mainly talking about her work and the kids. She did say she spoke with the twins and they were doing fine. As we were clearing the table Amy asked, “Can we talk about what happened this weekend.”

“If we must,” I responded. “You go first; I want to hear what you have to say.”

Amy just stared at me gathering her thoughts and said, “As I said yesterday I am sorry things got so out of hand.” She looked at me with sadness in her eyes and then said, “But you have to accept some of the blame. You started it by asking Ty to the room and more or less giving me to him. I warned you once I started I might not be able to stop.”

“I admit it I did start it. I started it out of love for you and knowing I have not been able to perform my duties as a husband and thought for one night we could enjoy each other through him. If it would have ended there I would be fine and would have no regrets but it didn’t end there did it? It’s not the fact that you couldn’t or wouldn’t stop it was the fact once you started I was no longer part of what happened. I became some old limp dick cuckold.”

Amy said, “That is not true. I needed you there. If you really wanted me to stop I would have stopped.”

I said, “You really believe that, I asked you to call off Saturday night and you refused. When I asked for some conditions you had to get Ty’s permission to agree to them. When I wanted to talk Sunday morning you were more concerned about following their orders to suck their cocks than listening to me. That doesn’t sound like someone who would have stopped if asked.”

She looked down at the floor and then said, “You would have made a great lawyer with a closing argument like that. You are right I was out of control. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was completely under their influence and to be honest I loved it, I needed it. You know how sexual I am and how submissive I can be. They hit all the right buttons. It was the perfect storm.”

I looked at her; one of the top high powered attorneys in the state totally emotionally defeated and said to her, “Where do we go from here?”

She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, “I don’t want to go anywhere, I want to stay here with the man I love, with the father of my children, to be the good and loyal wife I had been for the last 26 years.”

I responded, “Amy, now that the vows have been broken I am not sure they can be repaired. I am not sure I can ever trust you again. For the sake of the children, our position in the community and the fact I am to old and to tired to fight any of this we can continue on as we have for the last year or so, you in your room and me in mine. I love you, I will always love you but I am afraid I can no longer provide you with what you appear to need.”

Amy was sobbing, “I have ruined our relationship, our marriage for a couple of nights of sexual bliss. I am sorry, please forgive me. Let me back in your life as your wife. Do we have any chance?”

I just said, “Only time will tell, I am tired and going to bed. We can talk more tomorrow if needed but I don’t think anything will change.” I turned and went to my room.

I didn’t sleep well again as visions of Amy with her bulls kept me awake and semi-erect throughout the evening. I had another appointment later in the week for a treatment hopefully they would allow me to reach full and lasting erections sometime in the future.

Over the next few months Amy and I lived in harmony at our home. To everyone around us we were still the perfect power couple. In actuality we were more like roommates. She made coffee in the mornings I cooked dinner at night. There was no intimacy in our relationship besides a kiss on the cheek when we left the home or when we went to bed. Unbeknownst to Amy my treatments were successful and were able to get full and lasting erections but what I couldn’t do was achieve a climax. I would get close but couldn’t get over the edge. It was both frustrating and painful. I spoke to my urologist and he said physically I was fine. No cancer or blockages. He said it had to be psychological. I didn’t tell the doctor that Amy and I were not having sex or the problems we were going through.

As the position of managing partner Amy was required to travel from time to time. Over the last couple of months she told me she had to go to the state capitol to represent a large client on a couple of occasions and I didn’t think anything of it. That was until I received a call from my old medical school classmate Bill. The one Amy didn’t go to lunch with so she could fuck Ty during his lunch break.

I received a call from Bill and he asked, “You in town again looking for property?”

I said, “No, why do you ask?”

Bill goes, “I think I see your wife having lunch with a young black man.”

I said, “Really, she is visiting with a client. Are you sure it is her?”

“I escort ortaköy think so, let me see if i can sneak a picture to send to you.” Bill said.

My phone pinged and I saw Amy having lunch with Reggie. I instantly got a sick feeling in my stomach. I had to come up with a story and said to Bill, “Oh that is Reggie the ex-NFL player. Her firm represents him and his holdings. I heard he was thinking of moving to another firm. She probably is meeting with him to save the account. Please do not disturb them as I believe this is some serious negotiations.”

“No problem I don’t think your wife would remember me anyway.”

After my conversation with Bill I started putting two and two together and checked my calendar and noticed that for the last two months Amy was gone supposedly to the state capitol on business every two weeks or so. These trips were always overnight. I could only believe she was lying to me and was using these trips to meet up with her young bulls.

She wasn’t due home until tomorrow evening so needless to say I didn’t sleep well. All I could picture when my eyes closed were visions of her being pummeled by her two young bulls. I ended doing something I hadn’t done in over a year. I got shit faced drunk and finally passed out.

The next morning or should I say afternoon I woke up and felt like I had been run over by a truck. I looked at myself in the mirror and said to myself, “No wonder she is going outside the marriage to find satisfaction you look like hell.” I did the 3 Ss, shit, showered and shaved. I called my barber and went and got a haircut. I put my sweatpants and sweat shirt in the laundry. I dressed in clean clothes, slacks and polo. Splashed some Obsession on my face and brushed my teeth. Based on my improving health I no longer looked 71. I didn’t look 51 but didn’t look a day over my 61 years.

I prepared a great meal with wine and desert and when she arrived home she was pleasantly surprised to find me all cleaned up. She asked, “What’s the occasion? Did I miss a birthday or anniversary?”

“No, I just wanted to do something nice for you. You have been working so hard and travelling to support you biggest client. I just figured a nice meal at home would do you good.”

Amy said, “Thanks honey, I am very tired from my trip do I have time to freshen up before dinner?”

“Sure you have time, it will be ready in about 30 minutes.” I can guess why she is so tired.

When she came down she was wearing her long sleeve silky pajamas. They were her pajamas that have a high collar. I could only imagine she was trying to hide any marks left by her lovers. We had a great meal, finished the bottle of wine of which she drank most of it. I wanted her under the influence before I asked about her trip. We cleared the table and went to the couch in the family room and sat down. She looked at me and said, “I really enjoyed tonight. You look great with your haircut and dressed up.”

I thanked her for the compliment and then asked, “How is the capitol this time of year?”

She responded, “It is nice, unfortunately I don’t get out much to see any of it.”

“Being there overnight I would think you would have time to get out and about some.”

“I stay mainly in my hotel room,” Amy said.

I thought to myself I bet you do then asked the next question, “This client must be special to have the managing partner travel for the business.”

Amy said, “He is one of our biggest clients.”

I then asked, “When you say biggest client are they biggest in assets or the biggest cock?”

She was stunned and looked at me and said, “What?”

“You heard me answer the question.”

Amy said, “Why are you asking that?”

“Why, I will tell you why. I know as an ex NFL player Reggie probably has assets but nothing compared with some of your clients so it must be cock size when you say biggest.” I then took an 8×10 picture that I printed out of her and Reggie having lunch. Placed it in front of her and said explain this.”

Amy turned a whiter shade of pale looked at me with fear in her eyes and asked, “Where did you get this?”

“My friend Bill, you know the one you were supposed to meet for lunch but fucked Ty instead. You might have noticed him there and not blown your cover if you would have gone to lunch.”

“You were spying on me?”

“No, baby he saw you and called to see if I was in town.”

Amy goes, “Let me explain.”

I said, “No explanation is needed I can figure out what was going on. I think it is time for me to find a good lawyer, do you know any?”

“You’re not serious.”

“I afraid I am. I will not be humiliated anymore by you or anyone else. If you want to fuck around with young hung black men do it but not as my wife.”

“Please let me explain.” Amy pleaded.

She was in tears as she begged me to listen. I just said, “Go ahead but this better be good.”

“A couple of months ago escort bayrampaşa I got a message from Ty asking for me to call him. I ignored him for a day or two until I received a video of me on my back being fucked by Reggie. You couldn’t see his face but you could definitely see mine. He said if I didn’t call he was going to send a copy to all my partners so I called.”

I asked, “What did they want another weekend with the white lady lawyer?”

She just said, “Yes and no. It turns out Reggie is the developer of the condos and they are having problems selling them. His investors are threatening him with lawsuits. Ty and Reggie knew we had money so they wanted us to buy one and recommend them to some of our friends. They also wanted my firm to act as their attorney against any suits”

“So they were blackmailing you or should I say us.”

“The first time I said I was going to the capitol I went over there and bought one, using money out of my 401K. Ty took me to the condo we stayed in and said it was only fitting that we buy that one. I wanted to leave believe me but he insisted I go up to inspect it. When I walked in Reggie was there.”

Ty blocked the door and Reggie said. “Strip bitch.”

“Did you?” I asked.

“At first I refused, but when he demanded I strip the second time in his powerful voice my submissive side came out. I couldn’t help myself. I stripped for him and Ty. I was having flashbacks to that night with the two of them.”

I then asked her, “What happened then?”

“I don’t want to say.”

“I want to hear so tell me and don’t leave anything out.”

“As I stood there naked Reggie came over put his hands on my shoulders and lightly pressed down and said you know what to do. I did and started by going to my knees I then unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants exposing his very hard cock.”

I asked, “Did you suck it?” I was getting aroused and was starting to visualize what happened. As I stated before I am well hung almost 9″ and thick. I was starting to pitch a tent in my pants and I think Amy noticed.

She continued, “I kissed the head of his cock and then proceeded down it length kissing it all the way until I took each nut in my mouth. He started moaning and then ordered me to suck it and I did. He soon pulled out and painted my face with his cum. I started to wipe it off but he said to leave it and let it dry. As Reggie moved away a naked Ty took Reggie’s place and he eventually added his cum to my face.

I then asked, “What happened then?”

“The two of them led me to the master bedroom and they spent the rest of the night fucking me in my pussy, mouth and ass.”

“Did you come while they were mating with you?”

“Yes I came many times. I just couldn’t help myself. They broke me. After that night I was unable to refuse them. I was willing to do anything and everything they asked.”

“Did they stay the whole night with you and did you fuck them in the morning.”

Amy just looked at me defeated and stated, “Yes they had me go into the shower with them. They had me wash them like a hand maiden and then they fucked me against the shower wall. They wouldn’t let me get dressed until they left the condo.”

“I then asked, “How many times have you gone over there and done there bidding?”

“I’ve gone over there five times counting yesterday.”

I asked, “Describe to me what happens each time.”

She said, “They have a routine designed to humiliate and dominate me. Once I enter the condo I am to strip naked of all clothes. They have a leather collar that I have to put on and a butt plug with a tail I have to insert. I have to address them as Sir or Master. I am to set on the floor at the feet of one of them when not being used. My holes are always to be available for them and I can never refuse them any demand. I am not allowed to come without permission or I am punished.

“How do they punish you, do they hurt you?”

Amy replied, “They enjoy watching me trying not to cum and at times force me to cum without permission. For punishment they usually put me over one of their laps like a little kid and spank my butt. It stings like hell and my ass stays red for a while.

There was one time I was tied to the bed and teased for over an hour. They would bring me to the edge then back off over and over again it was torture but when they allowed me to cum it was one of the best ones ever.”

“Five times and has it only been Ty and Reggie or has there been others?” I asked.

I had never seen her so low. For such a powerful woman she was beaten down. She looked at me and said, “Don’t make me answer that.”

I just said, “So there have been others, who?”

“There have been three others that I slept with on my trips.”

“Who were they?” I asked.

“The first one was the quarterback for Reggie’s old team.”

“He is a white guy. Supposedly a squeaky clean Christian married with 4 kids. You fucked him?”

Amy responded, “More like he fucked me. They had me dress up as a cheerleader with no panties. I had to do cheers and I never was a cheerleader so I faked it. It seemed to work he started masturbating in front of the three of us. Finally he told me to stop lay on the ottaman with my butt in the air and he just fucked me. No foreplay, he came all over outfit.