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Yesterday started like a normal day. I went to work talked to Sir & hubby off & on all day. Left work & headed home.

Once home hubby asked if I was hungry, like normal I said I wasn’t. Next thing out of hubbys mouth was him telling me to take a shower. What! Wait a min! He never asks me to shower. I ask if I smell or something. He states we’re going to see Daddy. I tell hubby to stop fucking with me. Earlier in the day Daddy said he was still in Texas. Hubby shows me the few text msgs he had with Daddy but Daddy keeps playing he is in Texas.

Hubby drives me to meet Daddy. The whole drive we talk off & on. My mind races with all kinds of thoughts. Daddy is also texting making sure I’m doing ok, what I am thinking. I worry about my Inspection, did I triple check that I took care of everything he had stated in his story.

Daddy asks how much longer till we get to the meeting place that was agreed upon.

We arrive at a private gated park. There are already a couple of trucks parked. I look at Hubby wondering why there are 2 trucks already there parked. Within a few moments a black suburban with jet black tint pulls up. A tall broad shoulder man steps out of the suburban and starts walk to my car. I look at hubby, he grins & says I’m in trouble now. It’s Daddy I’m quite amazed that his pictures don’t do him justice. He states he needs to find the people that own the trucks parked & get them çapa escort to leave. This only takes a few mins. The boys who have the trucks see the black suburban & return to their trucks to leave. They were fishing.

Once again Daddy comes to my side of my car to act like we were also not supposed to be there either but sticks his in the window to hubby that he’s opening the gate. Instructs us to follow the road all the way down the road to the end. Daddy will be there shortly. He then slips his hand in my dress to feel my breast & nipple.

We all park at the end of the road. Before hubby can get out of the car, Daddy has my car door open and helping me out. I stand before Daddy. I feel so little compared to Him. Daddy is so much taller than me & amazingly handsome. He hugs & kisses me deeply as I feel his tongue in my mouth.

He leads hubby & I to the end of a path to a pavilion where there are some park benches.

When we arrive at the benches Dady wants to see & inspects me. He tells me to stand in-front of him with my back towards & to lift my dress. He’s making sure I wore the panties he instructed. I’m asked what my punishment number is. I answer 8 Sir! Daddy instructs me to bend over placing my hands on the bench before me. He asks if I am prepared for my punishment, which is 8 spankings on my ass. I feel & hear his hand spank my ass cheek, fatih escort I gasp then another one. Crack is all I hear. With every spanking he rubs my ass cheek taking the sting of the slap away. He growls asking what number he is on, I state 2 Sir. Sir begins with 3,4 & 5. Once again he growls asking what number is he on. I say 5 but I think it’s 4. At this point I could give to shits about the number. I just want Daddy to spank me more. I was so afraid of him spanking me all week. Now after receiving 8, I just want to be bound & blindfolded for him to spank me more.

At this point I’m puddy, I just want to feel him finger my pussy, I want to taste his hard cock & want him to fuck me in cunt or ass. Preferably both.

As the visit goes on Daddy reminds me of the punishment for shaving without asking. He asks if slapping my cunt will be the correct punishment & I answer yes. Each slap brings pain but also makes me wet.

I am loosing the order things happen now. I have had Daddy’s hard cock fucking my mouth & told several times to watch my teeth. Though at no point being told that, did I think I ever did. I was grateful that Daddy didn’t slap my face for that either. He had every right to punish me for it.

Several times I lost my grip on the park bench as Daddy fucked my cunt & ass. His thrusts caused me to lose my balance and I would go down fındıkzade escort to my knees, causing Daddy to collapse on me. The shame I felt for this was awful & if Daddy felt I should be punished I would have fully accepted it.

Daddy was so kind. Making me sit &!calming my breathing. He made sure that I was ok before we started again. His hugs were amazing like a giant teddy bear just holding me.

Daddy played me like a fiddle he knew each string to pull to make my body react like he wanted it to. I have never had that many orgasms it that short of a time. I’ve been asked throughout my life if I was a gusher or a squirter. I always would say I was more of a gusher. Well I guess I’m a squirter cause that’s what Daddy caused multiple times.

I knew that it was getting late. What I thought was an hour was going onto 2 hrs. I knew Daddy had not cummed & before I left I owed him that. I started to play with his cock massaging it to get hard. Daddy warned he was going to fuck my month again if I got it hard. I didn’t stop & ended up taking his hard cock in my mouth as he shoved the tip of his cock to the back of my throat. He growled for me to stand up quickly, turn my backside towards him & bend over. I felt him shove his hard cock in my already swollen pussy. Daddy thrusted his cock harder and faster against me. I heard him ask if was ready for him to release his warm cum in my swollen pussy. I told Daddy I needed his cum to fill my cunt. He released inside me.

As soon as he pulled out of me, I turned and took he cock in my mouth tasting our fluids. I sucked Daddys cock dry and continued to suck just the end of his cock knowing how sensitive it is. Daddy growled for me to stop. I tried again & was told No.

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I took my hand from her throat and moved it down her body, pressing into her neck, then her sternum, following the soft line down her belly. My fingers slid between her panties and her skin and I brushed the slightest tuft of hair. That was a concession to me, an act of submission; she knew I preferred some hair even though she thought most men would rather she be bald. I smiled… and reached further down.

She was already swollen for me, her thick wetness soaking the inside of her panties. Perfect, I thought. Her inner lips protruded just a bit, a woman’s cunt, and they separated smoothly when I pushed my finger between them. I slowly coated my fingertip in her juice, though venturing into her panties had almost completed that job already. I moved my finger down, teasing her hole, then traveled up toward her clit, touching her as slowly and lightly as possible. I wanted her, and I wanted to be rough with her, but she needed to wait. That was fair; that was necessary.

I moved my finger back and forth over her clit, dipping just my fingertip into her here and there, with the lightest touch… I teased her until her body responded, her back tightening away from me as I held her hair in my fist, her ass pressing into me, her knees starting to shake, her breaths getting ragged… I brought her close to coming, probably far closer than she had ever been before…

And then I stopped. She needed to wait.

I brought my hand out of her panties and in front of her face, pointing my glistening finger up, and I tightened my grip on her hair. I wanted her to see how her body was responding to me.

“Look, Maryam.”

“Yes,” she said.

“Your body already knows it’s mine. Good girl, Maryam.”

She nodded, the motion of her head constrained by my grip on her hair.

I brought my finger to my lips, still next to her ear. I sucked her taste off my finger, rolling her flavor on my tongue, taking time to release my finger from my mouth. “You taste yakacık escort perfect, virgin,” I whispered into her ear. “I want more.”

I let her hair go and grabbed her slight shoulders, pushing her down, hard, onto her knees, then forward onto her hands. Her breasts pointed down out of her shirt, her jeans slid another inch down her hips as she bent. I bent down and yanked her jeans down around her knees. I felt like I had just unwrapped a gift. The low v-cut of her lace panties accentuated her hips perfectly. Her ass was small, of course, but not the least bit bony, and her crotch was visibly soaked. I growled.

I hunched down behind her and set my fingers at her crotch, massaging her through the thin material. I was immediately between her lips, and she was almost immediately swaying with my rough motions. I leaned over her and set my lip at her earlobe again without stopping the swirls between her legs. “You look amazing, Maryam. Better than I imagined, and I want you even more. Do you like the way my fingers feel on your pussy, Maryam?” She nodded. I moved two fingers slowly and firmly up and down her slit, sliding the material of her panties against her, making her shudder. “Good girl, Maryam. You like that…

“And you are going to fucking love when I eat your cunt. Get up, virgin.”

I grabbed her hair again and pulled her up, facing away from the bed. Her body followed; she was so light I wasn’t sure if I had lifted her entirely myself or whether she stood up. I let go of her hair… and shoved her onto the bed by her shoulders. She tumbled back, her exposed ass landing on the bed a foot away from the edge, her knees still hanging off it. I walked toward her, smirking, unbuttoning a few buttons on my shirt and undoing my belt, throwing it near the bed, bearing down on her like a predator.

I pulled her shoes off, letting them fall to my sides. I grabbed her panties and jeans at her knees, samandıra escort lifting her ass in the air and pulling her closer to the edge of the bed, then slid them down her legs and tossed them aside. She was naked from the waist down, her wet cunt glistening between her clenched thighs, her arms still in the mess of her ripped shirt and bra straps, her nipples firm and pointing at me.

In one motion I separated her thighs, got on my knees at the edge of the bed, and pulled her hips to my mouth. My tongue dived into her cunt. Probing her pussy deeply, hungrily consuming her… but mostly paying attention to that poor, ignored little clit of hers. Lashing it, licking underneath it. Flicking it, reaching on top of it with my fingers to press in, to pull her lips up, slowly increasing my pace and pressure on it. “That cunt tastes so good, Maryam. And I know my cock is going to agree.”

I focused my tongue on her clit and soon brought my right arm under her thigh. I dipped one finger into her… slowly… and I felt her carefully-preserved hymen, my prize for waiting all these months. I put another finger into her, putting the slightest pressure on her walls, stretching her just a little bit for me, still licking her clit and tasting her perfect pussy…

I brought my left hand under her thigh and back on top of her, reaching up to put it at her throat, pinning her to the bed as I watched her feel like she never had, hearing her moans find a rhythm, getting louder with each breath. She started to tense up under me, coming close, starting to shake. “That’s right, Maryam. Come for me. I won’t last long in you, not this time, and it will hurt. So come for me now, virgin.”

Her hands went down to my head, grabbing my hair, pulling me into her as my fingers went just a bit deeper, my tongue just a bit faster. I separated from her. “Come for me, virgin,” I growled. “Before I make you mine.”

And… sancaktepe escort she erupted. Shaking, yelping, her back bending violently, pushing her cunt into me, then into the bed, arching and spasming, her eyes clenched, her mouth open… I leaned into her cunt and didn’t stop, listening to her as the release for which she waited so long finally washed over her… she let out a long, loud note as she quaked and held my head to her… And then she gradually released her grip from me.

I separated my head from her and smirked as I watched her spasms diminish. The view up her body was gorgeous, and her shakes accentuated her soft lines, her taut breasts, the firmness of her body.

I rose to my feet, still admiring her, still smirking. I methodically finished unbuttoning my shirt and took it off. She opened her eyes as I stepped out of my shoes, then my pants. She was looking at me, and when she realized what I was doing she craned her neck to see the bulge in my underwear. I pulled them off, my stiff cock bouncing out of them as I stepped free. “Now, Maryam. Finally. You’re mine. Get up.”

I took her hand in mine and pulled her up to her feet. I turned her around by the shoulders, making her face the bed. I removed her ripped shirt, then briefly debated how to remove her bra – rip, unclasp, or up and over? Up and over. Standing behind her, I drifted my fingertips from the base of her neck to her ass, and back up, making her shudder again. I shuddered, too. I grabbed the back of her neck with my right hand and the front of her hip with my left… then I folded her at the hip, forcing her face into the bed.

“I need you, Maryam. I’m not going to go easy on you. If you need to scream, scream into the bed. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I let go of her neck, leaving just my left hand around her hip, using my right to carefully guide my cock to her, just barely making contact with her lips. Struggling to control myself, I pushed in less than half an inch, just placing the tip of my cock at her entrance firmly enough to stay there. I bent over her. “Are you ready for me, Maryam?” She nodded into the bed; I felt her body tense. I chuckled into her ear… then I straightened my back, putting both my hands on her hips…

“No, Maryam. You’re not ready. But that doesn’t matter to me now.”

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Influencer.

How do you become an Influencer?

Must be morning the room was bright, barefooted I struggled to find the bathroom, consequences of last night. On the way back I paused at the door looking over a disheveled bed wondering; how the hell did all this happen?

It started when my cousin Alan from Toronto visited. Ironically we shared the same name and birthday except, I was 20 he was 21, we also looked alike, five ten, slim, blond but he was confident I’m reserved. We shared my bedroom, as he came over on the red eye by evening was not completely with it courtesy of jet lag. Insisted he chat on his private group, I had quite a nice set up, three cameras, microphones, lights, large screen the full works. He asked me to log him into a web group I had never heard off; took a few minutes.

Their were six guys and three girls all sitting or standing; naked. Thinking I had logged into the wrong group turned to Alan standing behind me, he was naked too with his hands on my shoulders. He did the introductions suggesting I strip off too as did his group in unison. I had been to naked parties before so joined in; call ending when its time slot expired.

Alan explained it was his gay College group. This was when I found out Alan was gay, although I had suspected something for a while after we started video chatting. We were now sitting together naked on the edge of my bed, Alan logged on to another site. It was explicit with two guys jerking off.

He put his arm around my shoulder lifting my arm around his shoulder, he started to jerk off inviting me to do the same. I didn’t know it at the time the gummies he gave me made me open to suggestive influences, I joined in until we raced each other to a climax. Next morning we awoke naked spooning each other. That’s when I found out it all had been streamed live, including us spooning and been archived on a pay as you view site. Hits were now in the thousands and rising, Alan had a number of suggestive messages tags too.

We visited relatives over the next few days, as one does. Alan had organised something through his and my Student Union, it was at a questionable club downtown where he met up with gay web acquaintances in person, I also knew a few from my College. It didn’t take long before Alan was involved with someone, one of my year student friends Harry had latched on to me thinking I was gay. I liked him but wasn’t that way inclined we were both socially reserved. Harry saw this as a sort of coming-out inspired by what he saw me do on the web.

We sat with beers like tailor dummies, I took the initiative and gave Harry some of Alan’s gummies. It didn’t take long before we were up on the dance floor, shirts off like everyone else, arms flaying and body rubbing. Whatever reservations we had, were gone ending up in a dark room alcove giving each other messy blow jobs, my first.

As arranged Alan met us back in the bar area, he had been invited to the Halls of Residence for an overnighter with his new friend, could we cover for him. Harry said “yes.” I ended staying in Harry’s room that night, only real sexual experience I had was with some privately educated girls on a birthday party bus.

I had done some life modeling and being body painted during my first year for the Art faculty, mainly posing wearing speedos or thongs along with Phil and Tash, two art students, we became known as the three flashateers.

Phil managed to get us a well paid private gig on a double decked Party Bus, downstairs was a bar and disco upstairs we posed as partiers sketched us. After we finished Phil was approached by the organiser asking could we entertain the three birthday girls, we knew what she meant. They had been pill popping all night and had taken bets they could each bang all the ‘flashateers’ upstairs, we weren’t meant to know that but were rather loud and boisterous arranging it. As we were all to be naked popped some of their pills.

Tash was on first it was the first time I was present as two girls fingered and kissed each other, Phil openly gay was the novelty act, he gave a show and a half contorting all over the place with his equally extrovert partner.

I was last, it was actually my first time, laying back on a bench seat a tall blond rode me cowgirl style with flaying arms, screaming as she bonked the hell out of me until I exploded all over us. We each did it three times including a kababbing. My last time was with a mousy type character who wanted it back door style, also my first time but it went remarkably well, blasting her at the right moment. The organiser filmed it for them, my introduction to the privately educated privileged merter escort class.

Harry draped face down over the edge of the bed as I banged him, bit of prodding and pushing but it worked, his groaning soon became a reassuring purr. I blasted him, my first time with a guy, enjoyed the buildup and the wonderful oozing feeling as it drained away.

Harry’s was more adventurists, had me on my back, legs wide open missionary style as he came in, my first time as a recipient, slowly, carefully. I could feel it inch-in by inch-in until it touched, copiously repeating it until we were both contorting together racing to ecstasy. When it came, clearly, he had been saving it up for a while as he blasted in and over us.

I challenged him he was so good it wasn’t his first time.

“No it wasn’t; in my freshers’ year I couldn’t manage my finances, literally at one time had no money or food for three days. I was propositioned by a guy, just outside my Hall of Residence, in his late sixties, to go back to his hotel, he even had a walking stick and would make it worth my while. No choice, gave me my first blow job, I really liked it, asked me to bang him but could see I didn’t know what to do. He talked me through it until I blasted him, not eaten for almost three days I was exhausted. Concerned asked me why; I told him. We talked, he was now alone visiting an old army friend in a home, I really felt sorry for him.

He asked me to stay the night and have a complimentary breakfast in the morning, about eleven we went back upstairs, enjoyed round two in the morning we enjoyed round three and a eat as much as you want breakfast; and paid me.

Not only did we meet regularly he gave my number to a few of his friends who were looking for company. That helped tide me over and I managed to get a supermarket evening shelf filling job. You were the first person I did it with for myself.”

I didn’t know what to say other than; “You were the first guy I did it with but I don’t know if I could do it for money, always wondered what it would be like though.”

I met Alan in reception, got our story together ‘Student pub crawl, slept on the floor’ age old cover story nobody actually believes. A few days later Alan and his new friend were going, as guests, to another overnighter at a well-known city sauna. I phoned Harry, explained what Alan was doing and asked what he was doing tonight.

“I have been invited to entertain someone and to bring along someone for his friend; interested?”

We waited in the Holiday Inn bar, two guys came across, one knew Harry who did all the introductions. They were two businessmen, Harry’s was the boss, his underling and I were his cover story. A meal and a few drinks later Harry and his friend went upstairs, I was left with Ian who explained he had never done it before but has to to keep his job; next round off redundancies were about to be announced; asked.

“Would I show him what to do as tomorrow he would have to do it with his boss who had booked a double bedded room for them.”

We went up to his bedroom he stood their like a tailors dummy, I gave him a handful of gummies and a ‘trust me’ smile. Harry had shown me earlier, now I was showing Ian how to undress to keep his boss happy. Slowly strip one button at a time until you have him interested, help him undress but be naked first after dropping a pair of kinky knickers, which you should be wearing as a leave behind trophy.

Ian, no longer nervous became excited and amorous, courtesy of the gummies. Lay on his back like I told him offering a choice menu to the Dom. We switched over, he was now the Dom I talked him through it until he blasted me, we did it all again with me as Dom. In the morning rehearsed it again.

Harry had also tutored his friend on what he should expect by example. A few weeks later I receive a call from Ian, he wasn’t made redundant and had become his bosses private assistant travelling all over with him. Both entertaining clients from time to time.

Alan enjoyed his overnighter at the sauna, when Harry told him we got paid, this was added to his bucket to do list. He didn’t have to ponder over it for long, Harry’s phone call to one of his regulars put an end to the speculation. A few days he later he flew back to Toronto.

Harry and I started a lucrative arrangement after a while I wanted to call it a day. Harry said we can’t as he had posted intimate photographs of us on an agency web site as being available sales ‘Influencers.’ It also helped me get my business degree in sales psychology. I also struck up an intimate open web friendship with Cassy from Alan’s private bağcılar escort chat group, she was a sales Influencer too and was instrumental in talking me into doing it.

A few months later I flew out to Toronto on the red eye to visit Alan, what’s more without asking I had been upgraded to Business Class at check in; found out later Cassy had influenced my upgrade. It was a vast improvement from the cattle class I was used to, Stevie who was sitting beside me introduced himself as a Digital Creator and nervous flyer.

He asked me to swap seats I was now sitting at the window he had the middle seat, third vacant. The plane lunged as it started its push back, he grabbed my hand, reaching up switching on one of those pen cameras wedged between the seats in front of us. He was doing a digital creation of a nervous flyer asked me if it was ok; “Yes.”

Nervously he unbuttoned his shirt exposing his tanned smooth chest; asked would I unbutton my shirt too? In for a penny in for a pound as the plane bumbled down the taxiway he pulled my and his shirt wide open.

The engines spun up as we pirouetted onto the runway intimately pressing us together, his arm slid round my back and up inside my shirt, lifted my hand over inviting me to rub his six pack as the plane thundered down the runway. It was my first time taking off with a hard-on while rubbing a warm vibrating six pact. Being in the last row of seats were out of sight of any passengers or flight attendants.

We had been chatting for a few hours as we approached take off time, midnight, and were well and truly engrossed sharing each other’s intimate relationships. Stevie said; “follow me I had a word with one of the nice flight attendants.”

Their was an empty luggage cabin near the front which we slipped into and locked shut, its bright lights still on his pen camera pinned to the wall, we totally stripped, apparently part of the criteria off joining the mile high club, twice, before we discreetly returned to our seats. Later as we landed gave each other a hand jobs under complimentary blankets. Stevie a few days later sent me links of our transatlantic flight, digital creation.

Alan’s family had a large house with pool, this time I had my own room, halfway through the first night Alan came in and climbed in naked behind me. I challenged him, what would his parents think, he wasn’t concerned he had told his parents we had been banging each other.

In the morning we went out to the ‘Bloggers’ for breakfast where Cassy worked as an Influencer. Like Stevie their Asian looks really turned me on and her long thin legs as she came up to our table wearing very tight white mini shorts, trainers and topless, sat beside me asked “could we blog together.” She removed my tee shirt put her arm round me started rubbing me with her rock hard nipples, internet camera on a table stand and said.

“After an all-nighter we come to ‘Joes Coffee’ for his famous Joes double expresso to reenergise you for your next round of sex.”

“Are you going to edit it first?”

“No it went out live and will be repeated twice an hour, follow me I will show you one of our blogger studios.”

There were six glass fronted blogging studios. Studio 1 had a naked yoga instructor contorting as she streamed live. We went into studio 6 where Cassy pulled down her shorts, her pussy was looking at me pulsating, I was throbbing and rock hard when she pulled my shorts down. The internet camera was pointing at us as she propped herself up on a desk, legs wide open rubbing cream on both of us, instantly we were on fire and throbbing, she pulled us together we kept going unrepentantly until we climaxed; as she said.

“This is the instant thrill you get with ‘firewall’ and you don’t need rubbers, its safe.”

“Did that go out too?”

“Yes it’s as a follow on.”

Bit stage strucked we dressed and went out on to the patio, Cassy had some more blogging interviews to do with the clientele. I wandered around aimlessly in the sun until I was interrupted by someone asking.

“Is it you that’s been having a web relationship with Cassy, I have been following your blog’s for the past few months, does that ‘firewall’ cream really work?”

Others gathered around to hear my answer. I was trying to extract myself from my new found fame, my rescuer, was a smartly dressed Japanese businessman who introduced himself.

“I believe we have met before my name is Haru Katsumi, I know your Canadian cousin Alan and his family, you are remarkable alike. I liked your blogs and still have your trophy kinky knickers.”

Instantly halkalı escort I remembered him, one of Harry’s introductions, who unknowingly featured in my business degree sales psychology thesis; not by name though.

“Yes I remember we had an endearing time together in the Eucalyptus Club with Giuseppe and Ken.”

“I would like you, in your new role as a sales influencer, help me close a lucrative contract for my and Alan’s father’s company. Naturally I would make it worth your while, are you available? Also I would like Cassy to be their in a slightly different role which she is amenable to.”

We arrived at the Chelsea Hotel in downtown Toronto with its 24 floors, 1600 rooms and apartments where we met in Haru’s private apartment, which was luxurious with a fantastic view over the Lake. I was introduced to a Senator Gregory Hargreaves who I was to assist in clarifying any issues he had prior to signing the contract. Haru and Cassy had to leave to finalise other lesser details.

Gregory over six two with an impressive muscular build, jet black hair, early fifties, soft spoken with a touch of a slow southern drawl. In the lounge area with its large panoramic window invited me to undress, by sweeping his arms mimicking undressing. Slowly I walked around the room letting my shoes tumbled nosily to the floor one at a time, unbuttoned my silk torso hugging shirt one button at a time as I walked round him for a second time, once I had his exclusive attention I let my shirt fall onto the thick pile carpet.

I withdrew my red trouser belt letting it fall with a distinctive sound of its steel buckle hitting a table leg. His attention was now exclusively on me waiting to inspect my menu of what was on offer. My loose fitting silk trousers dropped silently without hesitation onto the floor, my erotic frilly knickers captured his unwavering attention.

I stepped over slowly unbuttoned his shirt, our eyes remained locked attentively even his falling shirt did not distract him. His belt was tight as I pulled it free our naked torso’s touched and rubbed enticingly, his arms to reach round allowing his hands to explore inside my knickers. I slid his trousers down as he claimed his trophy knickers from me.

Naked we stood their frotting and body rubbing each other until we were fully erect and aroused. Slowly I sat down on the edge of the couch drawing Gregory down with me, my legs providing a wide open invitation. Clumsily at first becoming a finesse choreographed art of undulating dance, I started the duet of groans and moans he joined in, both of us harmonizing to the undulations of sexual exertion. Accelerating he climaxed with a volcanic eruption over the both of us.

We sat their still erotically touching each other as we watched the sun go down over the lakes, not wanting his attention to drift I took him by the hand into the bedroom with its bright overhead lights. A Joe’s double expresso’s had reinvigorated both of us, I lay back on the bed with a raging firewall enhanced pulsating hard-on, I placed Gregory’s hand on it. Clearly he was used to doing this, kneeling over me and sitting on my legs gave me the best hand job ever, my groaning reached a crescendo until it was my turn to erupt like a volcano over both of us.

We lay their embracing each other arm in arm as we fondled each other until we were ready to undertake another exhilarating experience. Gregory lay back missionary style offering himself, Joe’s double expresso’s and firewall cream had given us the fuel to enjoy yet another one of life’s experiences. I remembered Haru’s advice good things should be slowly savored and not be rushed, no harmonizing moans and groans this time just a long slow purring. The lights were adding to the heat of our exertions when it happened was a long slow encore to an otherwise athletic day.

We lay their embracing each other until what must be morning as the room was bright, barefooted I struggled quickly to find the bathroom, consequences of last night’s frolics. On the way back I stopped at the door looking over a disheveled bed with someone naked on it wondering; how the hell did this happen. I looked up at the concealed cameras and the bright lights knowing everything in the bedroom and lounge had been recorded for future business prosperity and harmony.

Gregory stirred, arm out inviting me back, if he knew didn’t care. That morning I learnt the Texas way, cowboy style. Something I would have to share with Harry, hopefully Cassy, perhaps not cousin Alan.

On the red eye back Cassy was with me, Haru had arranged a double sleeper cabin for us as a thank you. Cassy placed her internet camera on a table stand and said as she zipped down her sleep suit exposing her naked body and trophy frilly knickers for me; asked;

“Want to join the mile high club Texas style with me?”

For the web camera we waited for turbulence for added affect to our mile high climax which was entheausticly received by her blogging fraternity.

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Chapter One: Men on the Moon

It was going to be a wasted summer. It was 1969, the height of the decade which didn’t actually end until the oil crunch in 1973. I’ll never forget the night the whole party ended, and just as a matter of personal bookmarks, it was when Tricky Dick Nixon came on the tube and told us to drive 55 miles-an-hour to save fuel.

I almost got killed the next morning trying to do it, run down by angry white guys in big cars on the Dan Ryan Expressway the next morning.

Then it was Disco, and that is about all I remember of the fabulous 80’s.

There were music festivals, and dope, and loud music and I was going to be off to college soon. I was interested in the concepts of the Age of Aquarius, though I hadn’t seen much of it in the mid-western town I found myself stuck in.

It was a great time to be alive, but my toes were tapping. I wanted to get on with life.

I missed my pals, and I missed being around the Big City. My family had moved because of my Dad’s reassignment. I was now in a suburb around an old brick city filled with the descendents of the hardy block-headed Dutch who populated this part of the state. It was staid and boring.

On the upside, it was easy to get alcohol. On the downside there was nobody to drink it with. I had passable fake ID and it was not hard to get a six pack to drink in the field out in back of the house. And of course there were the racks of Dad’s home-made wine.

He fancied himself quite the vintner and had custom labels made up and liked to give the stuff away when he went out. When he decanted it from the barrel, he used all manner of bottles and consequently there was not particular rhyme or reason to it and it was easy to take the odd bottle from the garage.

I was as excited as anyone that summer, following the flight of the Eagle to the moon. They went in July of that summer and on July 20 at 4:18 p.m. EDT, the Lunar Module touched down on the Moon. At 10:56 p.m., Neil Armstrong jumped off the Lunar Lander.

In between I lay in my bed and gazed out the window where the moon hung silver in space.

I couldn’t quite believe it. Interplanetary travel seemed to be possible. I wondered everything was the same way, possible. I was horny all the time. It did not take much to tent my trousers.

I wondered about a lot of things. Women. They were such impenetrable beings. I thought about the airbrushed Playboy images as I stroked myself, and thought about the strange fortress undergarments they wore under the mini-skirts when they shot us a look in High School. The all seemed to wear the same foundation garments, of a sort. It was the mid-West after all.

But the way they crossed their legs under the desks and that resolute aspect of their crotches filled me with wonder, and a certain amount of dread.

It wasn’t like that with the guys. I used to love Phys Ed, and the shower afterwards. I could see that I stacked up pretty well with the other guys, and I often found myself thinking of what it would be like to see a guy as hard as I was.

I laid down on my bed and looked at the moon. I thought of Playboy images with airbrushed pneumatic women. But increasingly şerifali escort I found myself daydreaming about hard penises. I had found a copy of the shocking story of Fanny Hill in my father’s remote library, in with the magazines I liked to look at.

Fanny was poked and prodded by all manner of lusty rakes. It was curious that I found myself wishing to be on her end of things. I inserted a candle in my ass one day, and pulled it in and out just like the fat cocks that filled up Fielding’s heroine.

I didn’t understand why this felt so good, or why I was so attracted to the idea of having it in me. It just felt good, and seemed to touch something deep inside me that tingled. God, it felt good. In fact, when I stroked myself I clenched my tight ring around the smooth intruder and when my balls boiled I shot Technicolor plumes that arced from the tip of my cock and hit me in the face.

This night, I looked at the moon and stroked my eager cock, thinking of astronauts and hard dicks. Mine rose to the occasion for the second time that day, spewing hot milk on my hand. I shuddered with the release.

In the silvery light I licked the back of my right hand, tasting my warm seed. It was slippery, with a slightly sweet musky taste and a hint of something else that made my throat tingle, seeming to close it of its own volition.

It was powerful stuff.

I knew that.

The Men’s Department

I was up late with everyone else the night man landed on the moon and was tired when I drove my little red VW to the Mall the next day.

The department store I had worked for back home had an outlet here, and I was able to secure a job selling clothes. They were stricter here in the smaller town, more formal, but I got the same employee discount on clothes and I enjoyed interacting with the customers. I was a born salesman, and so long as I moved product, the management left me alone.

This morning the Manager of the men’s department caught me early. I had a cigarette going in one of the dressing rooms, so I tried to sidle away from him and put it out. He was a nerdy type, a little old maid guy. He grasped me on the upper arm to keep me fixed in place.

“Listen,” he said. “We have a new employee coming in today.”

“O.K.” I said. “I can handle that.”

“No.” He scowled. “This is different. He is a Negro.”

I gave him a puzzled look. I had worked with black people all the time back home.

“Our first Negro,” he said, as if I was supposed to understand the enormity of it.

“O.K.,” I said again. “I’ll try to be nice.”

He gave me one of those looks. “I just don’t want any problems that would reflect badly on the Men’s Department.”

I promised him that I would be on my best behavior and got back to stub out my cigarette before it fell out of the ashtray and caused a fire. Now that would reflect badly on the Men’s Department, I thought.

I straightened up and killed time through the first hour of opening. Sometimes, on sale days, things started out with a rush. Sometimes the men’s department was as silent as a tomb. Today was one of the latter, and it seemed like even if men where on the Moon, it was going to be an endless summer.

And it was not going to be one with surfboards, even if that surf documentary came around again.

I could see taking off for something completely different. I wanted to go.

Alexander the Great

The Negro my boss had warned me about arrived just before lunch.

I don’t know what I had been expecting. He had been so concerned about the racial thing, I thought it might be some dark-skinned H. Rap Brown thug. I knew that wasn’t true. I had been working with the black guys on the loading dock and in the parking shack since I was fifteen and could get my papers.

I knew they were just people, and when the summer came with all the riots I gained a deep respect for what they had to deal with that I had no comprehension about. So even if this person was a tough guy I was confident I could get along with him.

I was selling kavacık escort a pair of jeans to a woman who had a disinterested pimply kid in tow when I heard my name being called. I completed the transaction, closed the register, and slid the pants into a sack with the Department Store logo on it and turned around.

My nerd manager had a tall young man with him. I took an involuntary breath. His skin had the rich color of caramel, just lighter than a the sweet rich cup of coffee au lait with which I started my mornings. His hair was a sort of light brunette in a million tight curls, cut close on the sides and rising a little on top. Style.

His eyes were the strangest shade of hazel and his aristocratic nose had just a hint of African flare. I was stunned. This was no Negro. This young man looked like the pictures of Malcom X when he was still Detroit Red. Handsome!

“Bob,” I want you to meet Alexander. He will be joining the staff here today and I want you to show him the ropes. How to open up and close out.”

“I’d be happy to” I said, hoping I didn’t look too startled. “Nice to meet you, Alex.”

He smiled and I saw radiant white teeth behind his lips that were not much fuller than mine. Just rich and sensuous.

“I prefer Alexander” he said softly “But just don’t call me late for dinner.” He finished the joke with a smile and I grinned right back.

“Alexander it is” I said. “Sorry.”

The manager looked at us and pursed his lips. “I’ll handle the register here. Why don’t you show him the break room and where he can get some lunch if he is hungry. We have a half hour for lunch here, no more, and two fifteen-minute breaks.”

“We are very organized here” I said. “We run a tight department.”

The manager knew I was ribbing him but he let it go. He was such a wimp. “Come on, Alexander. Let me show you the ropes.” He smiled and we walked off past the display counters and the suit racks. I pointed to the door between the slacks and sports coats. “Back there are the dressing rooms. We are supposed to keep an eye on them to make sure no one is doing any shoplifting or tag-changing.”

“Do you have much of that here?” asked Alexander in that soft voice. His inflection rose on the word “that.”

“Nah,” I said. “Mostly we have hard-working blockhead Dutch in here. It is a boring clientele.” I paused. “I’m sorry, are you from around here? I didn’t mean anything by that.”

“Goodness, no,” he said firmly. “I am from Chicago. They sent me here for the summer.”

“Who did? The family?”

“Yeah,” he responded with a sigh. “There were some issues. We have kin here. I’ll tell you about it sometime, if you are interested.”

I found that interesting. I wondered if he had to cool off from something. But that could come in time. “Let me show you the break room. It has the only Coke machine on this side of the Mall.” We took the escalator down to the basement where we sold tools and patio crap. I don’t know why the heavy stuff was in the basement, but I just work there.

We looked at the Coke machine and the ultra-modern industrial microwave. “That thing will cook a hot dog in about three seconds,” I said. “And sometimes the machine actually gets the ice right in the cup, unless it turns it over and spills everything.”

He laughed, a melodious sound like water flowing over smooth stones.

“I’ve seen worse,” he said, eyes twinkling. “Now why don’t you show me how to work.”

We went back upstairs and relieved the Nerd at the register. I showed him the buttons to mash for “no sale” and how to do the credit vouchers and how to place the card just so on the register plate so when you pressed the handle the name and account number came through on the carbon. I showed him the tally sheet we each had to fill out for all the sales we did, and how we would close it out at the end of the day.

Since it was slow, we chatted through the afternoon. I found out he was recently graduated, too. He was headed for college, though his family wanted him to attend a historically black school in caddebostan escort Washington DC rather than the University of Illinois.

“Why is that?” I asked. I was headed there myself. I looked forward to the challenge of the big campus and all the activity.

“They want me to be Black for a while, so that I don’t forget.”

That stopped me dead. I didn’t know what to say, and preferred to say nothing rather than something that might be inadvertently offensive. Thankfully a 44-short suit customer showed up and I taught Alexander how to mark up the cut-job instructions for the tailor. That is the only part of the job that is complicated. People come in such a variety of sizes.

Selling a suit is a big deal, with a lot of interplay with the customer. I rang up the sale and then measured the stocky man’s coat, marking with chalk the hump where the jacket had to be taken in at the collar, and the rise and inseam on the trousers. I always feel a little funny about that, particularly when the guy is such a toad. Alexander seemed to think it was amusing and grinned when I had completed the process, filled out the tag and instructions, and thanked the man for his business.

The chunky man ambled away and I turned and said “What’s so funny?”

“You are, Bob. I don’t think you liked that man, and I think you are afraid that I don’t know I am a Negro.”

“Shit, no, I didn’t like him. He was a toad. But about the other part, I don’t want to hurt your feelings by saying something stupid.”

“Like whether I can get a sunburn?” He paused and smiled. “I can, you know. And that is because white men have been fucking the women in my family for three hundred years.”

I must have blushed. “It’s O.K.,” he said. “I didn’t say you fucked them.”

“It’s complicated” I stammered.

“Yes, it is.” he said gently. “For white people it is. But relax. Don’t for an instant think that we do not know what is going on around us. When you are as light as my family is, you get it from both sides. Not white, and not black enough to be authentic. In New Orleans, we were aristocracy. Up North we are just colored folks that look too white.”

“Is that what happened to get you exiled here for the summer?”

“Something like that. Sometimes you get the double whammy.”

I didn’t know what he meant by that, but he touched me on the upper arm as I looked up to see a family looking at the shirt counter. “Gotta’ go sell,” I said, grateful at the opportunity to avoid the sudden honesty. “Maybe we can catch a smoke in a while.”

“I’d like that,” he said. Then he smiled and I felt my stomach tighten.

I was glad it was busy. Alexander made his first sale, and I admired the elegance of the way he bagged the shirts, the little flourish as he handed it over as though it were a prize of great price and not just a couple Arrow shirts. The late afternoon traffic stayed pretty brisk and it was coming up on dinner when the Nerd told me he would keep Alexander and show him how to close out, since he came in late and I had opened up. “OK,” I said, though I wouldn’t have minded staying.

The Nerd said he would be writing a new work schedule to accommodate Alexander’s arrival and I said goodnight to the Nerd and told Alexander that I looked forward to working with him.

He extended his hand and I noticed for the first time how slender and graceful his fingers were. I did not clasp his palm in the death grip I usually use. His touch was firm and his flesh supple and warm. I walked out into the still-bright sun and found the car.

The vinyl seats were hotter than shit, and I roared home with the windows down, wishing the little car has air conditioning. I took a swim and found a place in the field out in back of the house to go drink a couple semi-cold Pabst Blue Ribbons. I was daydreaming out there as the shadows grew longer and night fell.

I was day-dreaming about Alexander’s fingers. I wondered if it were true, about the proportional relationship between fingers and cock. And if all the Caucasian blood had any effect on how big it was.

Shoot, I thought. I wonder if I am a fucking homo?

When I lay in my bed later, I got rock hard and images of him flashed through my mind as I grunted and rubbed my throbbing dick. When I came, I thought of him shooting all over me. When I licked it up, I imagined it was his.

Shoot, I am a fucking homo, I thought.

Now what the fuck do I do about that?

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This is my first published piece; so far, I’ve written the first ten chapters and will release the others once I’ve tidied them up. Further chapters are in my head, waiting to be put to ‘paper’. The initial three chapters will introduce the characters, and no intimacy will happen until chapter four, when they are over eighteen. The series will include first-time and group sex but also includes mentions of suicide and attempted rape in later chapters; if that upsets you, I suggest you don’t start.

Many thanks to Neuroparenthetical for advice and guidance in editing this first chapter.

Chapter 1

It was September 2008 and my first day of term in a new school; this was my final year of GCSEs. It was not a great time to change, but my parents had changed jobs after my dad’s previous company made him redundant after ten years of service. We’d moved from a small village in Shropshire near the English / Welsh border to Totton, just outside of Southampton on the South coast of England.

The syllabus of my new school was very similar to what I had been studying, and I could continue the same subjects, so that didn’t worry me. I would miss my friends, particularly Craig, my longest and best friend. We both played World of Warcraft online, so we would keep in touch while playing, but we obviously wouldn’t be able to hike and cycle on weekends. One thing I was pleased about, which led to my parents looking for new jobs here, was that the city had an excellent dojo for judo and taekwondo.

My two main priorities growing up were grades at school and fitness. Grades because I wanted to get to a good university to study computing. I didn’t know precisely what field, but I enjoyed all aspects of computing and knew it would be a good career choice. Fitness because my main passion was martial arts.

My dad’s brother, Tom, introduced me to taekwondo when I was six, and I soon took to it. My father, Keith, was five years younger than his brother and was a former Royal Marine Commando, leaving as a Captain when I was eight. It was his idea to introduce me to judo when he left, and again, I loved it. I think taekwondo and judo’s discipline, respect and challenge struck a chord.

It was a beautiful summer’s day in September, around eight in the morning, as I left home to walk to my new school for the first time. It was only about a two-mile walk. I figured I’d probably start cycling at some point, but I felt I needed the extra time that day to mentally prepare myself to meet my new teachers and fellow students. I’d been at the same junior and secondary school since I was five, so I suppose I was slightly apprehensive.

I walked down our street and turned left past some local convenience stores and a Tesco metro and then into the school grounds. Kids of all ages were chatting, catching up on what they had been up to on their holidays or playing football. I went into the reception to get my timetable and introduce myself. They were expecting me, and the lady behind the desk gave me my updated class schedule and explained where the classrooms were.

I went outside and sat on a bench near some girls who looked like they were also year 11s. There were three of them, and they seemed to be chatting about where they had been on holiday over the summer (two went to France and the other Scotland, as far as I could work out).

I noticed a group of ‘lads’ crowding around one boy; I had a fair idea of what was happening but didn’t want to jump to conclusions or get in trouble on my first day, so I just watched for a while. I hated bullies and, at my previous school, had made it abundantly clear what I thought of it to anyone who went down that route.

After I’d achieved a black belt in both judo and taekwondo, a couple of the thugs tried to rough me up after I stopped them from making a classmate of mine’s life a misery. It didn’t end up well for either of them, made worse as it was in front of about 20 other kids; bullying virtually stopped at school soon after. A few teachers worked out what was happening and seemed delighted but never actually brought it up. Subsequently, if anyone felt threatened, they seemed to come to me, and I’d then have a private chat with the culprit about the error of their ways and how it would be better to make different life choices. After that first time, a chat was all that was ever required.

The bell rang, meaning it was time to go to our forms. At the start of each day, we had fifteen minutes with our form teacher before going separate ways to our various classes. My form teacher was Mr Okoru, who I think did PE, he certainly looked very sporty. He welcomed us all back for the start of the new school year and stressed the importance of working hard. We’d all be taking our GCSE exams in May and June, which would be crucial, especially if we wanted to study ‘A’ levels and then go to university. I was taking ten GCSEs, so I knew I would have to work hard. Still, in seven years, I’ll be finished at university! sefaköy escort Shit, seven more years of studying; that’s nearly half my life up to now! I was sure it would fly by; adults kept telling us this was the best years of our lives, but I wasn’t sure I believed them.

Mr Okoru finished his pep talk and then explained to the class that we had a new starter (as if anyone hadn’t noticed me) and asked me to stand up and introduce myself.

I stood up and started. “Hi everyone, my name is David Wilshire. I was born and raised in Shropshire, and we moved here over the summer after my parents got new jobs. I intend to go to university after A levels and study Computer Science, as I want to be a programmer, but who knows what I’ll want to be in six years?

My hobbies are gaming when I have the time, particularly World of Warcraft, and running and cycling to keep fit. I’m also a black belt in judo and taekwondo, and my dream is to represent Great Britain at the youth Olympics in Singapore in eighteen months and then the London Olympics in three and a half years.”

I sat down, and Mr Okoru said. “Thank you, David; I run a jujitsu school here in Totton on a Wednesday night if you are ever interested in learning a new discipline.”

“I might try that.” I replied, “It depends if I can fit it in. I’ll be training twice a week in judo and taekwondo in a dojo in Southampton, but until we get closer to exams, I should be able to attend most weeks.”

“I think you have PE with me after lunch today, don’t you?” he asked. “Could you do a demonstration of some moves before we start? It would be a fun way to start the term.”

“Yes, I’ve got PE this afternoon. I don’t mind showing you if you want.”

The bell rang, so we headed to our first class. Mine was maths followed by physics, which were both fine. We then had a short break, and I sought out the boy who had been surrounded that morning. He had been in my maths and physics classes, so I’d already spoken briefly to him. We chatted, and I learned his name was Dafydd and that he had a twin sister named Isolde. Their parents were Welsh and wanted them to have traditional names. He told me about the various teachers and some of the other kids, and we got on very well. The break was soon over, so we agreed to meet for lunch, and I headed off for French, followed by history.

I enjoyed languages. We often went camping around Europe for our summer holidays, so knowing some – even just a little – came in handy. My mother was Swedish, so I’d learned that growing up and seemed to pick up other languages without much effort. Along with French, I was also studying Spanish for GCSE.

I got my looks from my mother’s side; like her, I had blond hair, blue eyes, and a light complexion, although I tanned reasonably quickly rather than burned. I was tall, like my parents – already six feet by then, but I thought I still had a few more inches to grow.

The French lesson was excellent. Our teacher was a French lady, so I was confident we would learn the correct pronunciation and grammar. My previous French teacher had been from Birmingham, so they had a very odd accent; if you’ve ever heard a broad Brumie accent, ‘odd’ doesn’t even begin to describe it! History was good; they covered the same periods we had at my last school, so I wouldn’t have to learn new things.

Next was lunch. I headed to the canteen and met Dafydd, and we joined the long queue. The choice was quite good. I chose pasta with some bolognese, and Dafydd had sausages and chips with beans. We sat down with some girls, and he introduced me. One of them was his sister. She was a typically Celtic girl, with long, red hair and green eyes, and looked very well put together. With her were three other pretty girls: Lisa, a skinny blonde; Claire, a brunette with hair down to her mid back; and Lucy, with black hair that just reached her shoulders. Dafydd obviously knew them well, and I was pleased my circle of acquaintances was growing.

After introductions, the girls went back to talking together. I thought Dafydd sat with them to avoid the group surrounding him that morning. We got to learn a bit more about each other. He also liked World of Warcraft – which everyone in the know called ‘wow’- so we talked about the dungeons and raids and were both excited about the rumoured new expansion that might be out before Christmas. Just then, Head Goon 1 (I didn’t yet know his name, but he seemed to fit the description) came over with his followers and started bad-mouthing Dafydd, calling him Daffy Duck and sheep shagger, ruffling his hair, and generally acting like an arsehole.

I got up and turned to them. “Back off, turn around, and return to the hole you came from. Do not intimidate, touch or talk to my friend again — or be an arsehole to anyone else, either, for that matter. It pisses me off.” I looked directly into his eyes as I spoke to him. He didn’t seem pleased someone beykent escort had stood up to him. It must have been a new experience, and he was temporarily lost for words.

Not for long, though. “After school, I’ll teach you a lesson!” he said, his goon squad of four other knuckle-draggers grinning behind him.

“I’m not going to start a fight with anyone,” I said, “but I’ll certainly defend myself. I suggest you have a good think — if you’re capable of that — this afternoon and reconsider. You don’t intimidate me, and neither do that lot.”

“Later, then,” he said with a smile. “I’m looking forward to it!” With that, they left to go and do whatever lowlifes like them get up to when not choosing prey.

The girls had heard the exchange, and Lisa, looking worried, said, “That wasn’t wise. Wayne won’t fight fair. His gang will join in as well. There’s a back gate from school. You’d better leave that way this afternoon.”

I replied, “Don’t worry; I think he’ll change his mind by the end of the day. Our whole year level has PE this afternoon, doesn’t it?” She nodded, so I continued. “Make sure you are all on time, and you’ll see why. Mr Okoru has asked me to do a demonstration for everyone before it starts.” I got confused looks from them all. “All will become clear later. If Wayne still wants to start something, he’s even stupider than he looks.” With that, I winked at the girls and left to see if I could find Mr Okoru to have a quick chat.

I found him, as expected, in the sports hall, getting some things ready for the afternoon session with us year elevens. I explained what had transpired at lunch. He knew Wayne was known for bullying other kids and would call him to the head’s office. I told him my plan, as I thought it was a better way of defusing the situation. He listened, smiled and then – thankfully — agreed. When the lesson started, he would tell the whole year about my background. I was a black belt in judo and taekwondo, had represented Great Britain in some European events — even medalling a few times — and was aiming to attend the Youth Olympics in Singapore in the summer of 2010.

I explained what moves I was thinking of performing, and he asked me to do a quick demo so he would know what to expect. I changed into shorts and a T-shirt and came out carrying my trainers. Another PE teacher had arrived to help Mr Okoru. Her name was Miss White, and she stood at the side to watch. I thought I’d seen she was the Deputy Head but wasn’t sure.

I started doing some standing kicks, did a slow standing split, and held my leg vertically above me for 10 seconds, motionless. I then proceeded to do some jumping kicks, including some backward ones, finishing off by jumping and whipping my leg well over six feet up in the air. I explained that I usually hung a small ball on some string from a frame, so the ball was about six feet and three inches above the ground. Miss White stared with open mouth at the demonstration.

“They’re going to love this,” she said, “especially some girls!” She was laughing as she added that final thought.

“How accurate and confident are you in that last kick?” Mr Okoru said.

“I never miss, why?” I replied.

“How about I put something on my head, and you kick it off?”

“Fine by me if you trust me enough. If line up right, I could kick it straight at a certain point….” I winked at him, hoping he understood my meaning.

“How far would it go?” he asked.

“15 – 20 meters, probably. I’d ensure it didn’t hit anything important if you follow me…”

“We’ll do that then,” he said with a smile. I’ll go and get something.”

“You could mention you’d let me show them breaking concrete breeze blocks with my hands and feet if you had any, which might resonate with certain parties?”

He smiled again. “I think you’re going to be a good influence on this year group!” With that, he finally left to go and find something for me to kick.

Miss White raised an eyebrow at me. “I think I’m missing something, aren’t I?”

“Perhaps you’ll have to ask Mr Okoru later to see if that’s the case,” I responded cryptically.

We went outside as the other year elevens started turning up, the girls to one side and the boys to the other. They usually would then split into those doing football and those doing athletics (mainly running at this stage of the term). Mr Okoru explained to those not in his form that I was a new student at the school and would give them a demonstration of my skills. Wayne and his cronies were quietly laughing to one side, and one of his mates drew his hand across his throat, tritely indicating my later demise.

I took off my T-shirt. I could tell you it was just for Wayne and his mates so that they might have some doubts and would start reconsidering their plans, but I was a teenage boy, and I was a bit vain. I didn’t mind the idea of the girls checking me out, too, and maybe making some kayaşehir escort plans. I think Mr Okoru knew my intentions were completely impure, but he didn’t comment. Looking towards Isolde and her friends, I saw them staring open-mouthed at me. Smiling, I started my demo: the standing splits were followed by several kicks and hand strikes. I made sure to put lots of effort and noise into each one. Well, Wayne, how would you like to be on the end of this, this, or this? Getting near the end, I could see him starting to look worried. His mates were just about shitting themselves. Just before the finale, I made sure I was all lined up. Mr Okoru had put a rubber ball carefully on his head and stood with his eyes closed — I assumed so he didn’t flinch. I didn’t blame him; someone he didn’t know was about to kick seven shades of shit out of something close to his bonce, but, as a jujitsu instructor, he recognised me as someone who knew what they were doing.

I was facing away from him when I leapt up and spun swiftly around, my right foot whipping faster than most of the audience could see, straight towards his head. No one had noticed the ball yet, as all eyes had been on me. Some girls screamed, and the teachers, apart from Miss White, started running towards me, thinking I’d gone mad. My foot connected with the ball, sending it straight towards Wayne, clearing his head about three inches. He was standing at least fifteen meters from me. I finished my spin and noticed Mr Okoru had opened his eyes. I stood still and then calmly bowed to him to indicate I was finished.

“Thank you for that excellent demonstration, David,” he said, looking particularly towards Wayne. “I’m sure we were ALL very impressed with your skills.” I don’t know how, as he had pale skin anyway, but Wayne was looking almost see-through by then.

Mr Okoru, I think, was enjoying himself almost as much as I was, so he piled it on, just like we’d discussed.

“David had asked me if we had any concrete blocks so he could show us how he can break them with his bare hands and feet,” he continued, “but unfortunately, we don’t, and I expect it breaks some health and safety rules somewhere.”

With that, I slowly put on my t-shirt, ensuring the girls all saw me do it. We then split up, with some going off to do football. I stayed with the rest to do some running.

The rest of the afternoon was quiet. Now and then, I looked over to those playing football. If Wayne or his mates saw me looking, they quickly turned away. I decided they were all really, really bad at football, or their minds weren’t on it for some reason. I wondered if that should be ‘mind,’ singular, as I’m not sure they each had one. Whenever the ball came to one of them, their passes never went close to a teammate. The others on their team all looked like they wanted to say something, but all kept quiet, probably fearing some after-match retribution.

The track half of us finished just before the footie lot did, and I made a beeline to intercept Wayne and one of his crowd.

“Hi, Wayne!” I said. “I hope we’re still meeting after school?”

“Err, no, you’re okay,” he replied. “I need to be somewhere; I forgot earlier.”

“No, we still need to meet up; I assume you’re fine with just a quick chat and only a chat?” I emphasised ‘chat.’ “It’s important. I won’t keep you long, and you can bring as many of your mates as you want if you’d feel more comfortable?” I smiled gently at him. I didn’t feel the need to humiliate him.

“Um, yeah, okay. I’m sure I can spare a couple of minutes if it’s important.”

We entered the changing room, and you could have cut the atmosphere with a knife. I gently patted him on the back. “See you in a few minutes then; I appreciate it.” Those closest to us didn’t understand the exchange or why I was being pally with him.

I showered and went to stand near the gates. Dafydd, Isolde and her friends from earlier saw me and came over to chat. The girls were making eyes at me and touching their hair like girls do when trying to make you notice them. I felt eight feet tall, and it would be a good year. Just then, Wayne came out with three of his mates.

“One second, Dafydd, ladies,” I said. “I just want a quick chat with Wayne.”

Wayne and I moved to the side, and he started. “Look, I’m sorry we got off on the wrong foot earlier. It was just an honest misunderstanding. Are we good?”

“Well, that depends, Wayne,” I said softly but sternly. “You see, the thing is, I despise bullies. I don’t know you personally yet, but I know your type. If you can promise me there will be no more intimidation of ANYONE here at school, we’ll get along just great. It would be best if you found a new hobby. Mr Okoru runs a jujitsu class here in Totton. Why don’t some of you try that? It would be an outlet for your aggression and excess energy and teach you self-respect and discipline, amongst other things. I’m thinking of going along this Wednesday. Want to join me and see what it’s all about?”

“Err, err, I, um, I’d have to check with my Dad if he will let me, but I could try, yes. As long as we’re, you know, good now?” He looked pleadingly at me.

“I don’t see why not; we understand each other now, don’t we?”

“Oh yes, definitely!” he responded hurriedly. “I understand you perfectly!”

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“Sorry!” Will yelped the word out while trying to turn around gracefully with an over-stuffed laundry basket in both arms and the door propped open with one foot. It didn’t work; when he pulled his foot away from the door, it smacked him in the elbow, almost causing the laundry basket to slip from his grasp and forcing him to lean heavily on the doorframe to trap it between the entrance to the laundry room and his body.

The person he’d directed his apologies at watched his minor humiliation with a sympathetic smile on her face as she sat on the low bench between the two washer/dryers. “Don’t worry,” she said. “It’s all right, you can come in. I don’t mind.” She sounded perfectly comfortable with the situation, but Will couldn’t help but feel like he was intruding–she wasn’t wearing anything other than a red silk bra and a matching pair of panties.

“No, really,” he said, blushing, “it’s fine. I can come back later, it’s fine, I just didn’t figure there’d be anyone else here at this time of night, I–” He got a firmer grip on the basket, realized he was staring, and looked away. “Sorry,” he said again quietly, preparing to leave.

“No, really,” she said quickly, before he could close the door. “It’s fine. Please, I’d feel terrible if I thought I chased you away. I’m almost done with a load right now; as soon as it finishes, you can use the machine while my other load runs. Honestly, I’d love the company. Like you said, not many people doing laundry at this time of night.”

Will hesitated, but the woman in red would have none of it. “Seriously, you don’t need to feel embarrassed,” she said. “I don’t feel like I’ve got anything to be ashamed of about my body.” She smiled flirtatiously at him. “Do you think I’ve got anything to be ashamed of?”

“N-no,” Will stammered out, letting the door swing shut behind him as he came inside. He didn’t trust himself to say anything else, any more than he trusted himself not to stare; the fact was, she was absolutely gorgeous. Her short dark hair and large, liquid brown eyes gave her face a youthful quality that belied her curvaceous body–and she definitely had curves to spare. When she slid down the bench to make room for him, her large, creamy white breasts jiggled distractingly for what seemed like a second or two after the rest of her body had come to a complete stop. It took another second or two for Will to remind himself he was trying not to stare at her body.

“My name’s Rowan,” she said. “Rowan Martin, which should tell you everything you need to know about my parents’ sense of humor.”

Will smiled a little, the joke easing a bit of his tension. He still felt nervous around her–he’d always felt awkward around pretty girls, the legacy of a miserable teenage existence–but her warm, friendly demeanor helped calm his jitters a bit. “Will,” he said, trying to keep eye contact. “Will Greenwald.”

She extended a hand, which he shook gratefully. “Sorry about my underdressed state,” she said, gesturing down at her body and wrecking all Will’s progress in calming down. “I realized a little too late how few clean clothes I had left, and you know what it’s like–any clothing is acceptable attire in a laundry emergency.”

Will chuckled. “Yeah, I know what that’s like,” he said, looking down at his own faded jeans and slightly frayed t-shirt. “I’m not a big fan of laundry day either.”

“Oh, no!” Rowan said, shaking her head. “I actually love doing laundry–I’ve been kind of swamped lately, so I got a bit behind on it, but normally I come down here every time I have a load together. It’s a nice way to meet new people. You can tell more about someone from spending an hour with them washing clothes than you can over a week any other way.”

Will quirked an eyebrow at that, but before he could say anything, the buzzer sounded on the washing machine. “Oh!” Rowan said. “That’s my clothes. I’ll toss them in the dryer so you can use the machine.”

She hopped to her feet lightly and began to shovel clothes from the washer to the dryer; once she had her back to him, Will rapidly gave up all pretense of not staring despite his best efforts. It wasn’t that he normally ogled women he’d just met, but she was standing right in front of him like she’d stepped out of his fantasies, her ass flexing as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other in a way that he absolutely could not ignore. She had an absolutely amazing ass, and those panties she wore outlined it perfectly…Will shifted position, crossing his legs. The last thing he wanted was for her to turn around and notice that he’d sprung an erection.

“All done!” she said, turning around and snapping Will out of his reverie. “The washer’s all yours.” Will stood up, hoping his boner wasn’t too obvious, and began to sort out the dark clothes and dump them in the washer.

“As I was saying,” Rowan said, sitting back down, “the people-watching is the part I love about washing clothes. You can learn nearly everything about someone just from doing a little laundry with them and Türk porno observing. It’s like their clothes tell you all their secrets. Take you, for instance.”

“Me?” Will said nervously. He didn’t think there was much of anything to learn from the way he did laundry, except perhaps that he was doing laundry at midnight on a Friday night instead of going out and doing something fun. Which was something he really hoped Rowan wouldn’t point out.

“Sure,” Rowan replied. “For instance, that shirt you just tossed in the washer said, ‘Bad Wolf’. The shirt before that read, ‘Han Shot First’…and I see a Blue Sun t-shirt in there, a Banzai Institute shirt, an ‘I Roll Twenties’ shirt, and the one about ‘English doesn’t borrow from other languages, English follows other languages down dark alleys, knocks them over and goes through their pockets for loose grammar.’ You know what all that tells me?”

Will’s heart sank. This was going to be it, the moment where the beautiful woman started making fun of him. “That I’m a geek,” he said dolefully.

“That you’re a fan of science fiction and fantasy, and not ashamed to show it. Yes, the word ‘geek’ sums that up, but I like a guy who shows his geek pride.” Will blinked. Had he actually heard that correctly? Was he maybe inhaling too much fabric softener or something?

His surprise must have been obvious, because Rowan immediately commented on it. “No, I do! Geek guys tend to be intelligent and imaginative, which are great qualities to look for in a man. And you’ve got a lot of different T-shirts, some of them really obscure, which tells me that you’re widely read and open to new ideas and influences. That’s something I really admire.”

Will blushed all over again, but for entirely different reasons. He wasn’t very good at accepting compliments; he’d never had a lot of opportunities growing up. “Thanks,” he mumbled as he tossed in the last of his clothes, added detergent and closed the lid.

“And you brought a book with you,” Rowan continued as he put his coins in the slot and pushed them in, starting the washer going. She reached into the laundry basket and pulled it out. “‘Devil In the White City’. Interesting choice–non-fiction, historical…so you’re a geek, but you’re willing to broaden your mind a bit beyond just reading ‘Star Wars’ books.” She tossed the book back in the basket and smiled, her eyes sparkling. “So how am I doing so far?”

Will felt his blush spreading all over his face as he sat down. He could tell she was flirting with him–even someone as socially dense as him could pick up signals this obvious–but he didn’t know how to respond. This simply didn’t happen, not to skinny little guys like him. “Um, well…pretty good, so far.” He half-way thought this was a prank of some sort, something one of his friends had put Rowan up to, but none of his friends knew a woman like Rowan well enough to get her to do something like this. “But I mean, that’s not exactly Sherlock Holmes stuff, is it? Looking at my Buffy shirt and figuring out I’m geeky?” Mentally, he winced at the way his mouth had run ahead of his brain. Smooth move, he told himself. She’s flirting with you, and you go and insult her.

“Oh, it gets better,” Rowan said, stretching out a bit on the bench. “You’ve got the whites still sitting in the basket, and those show stains better than the darks do. Quite a few food stains in there.” Will winced physically as well as mentally, preparing for the conversation’s inevitable turn into humiliation. “But you’re generally well-groomed and clean right now–another plus for a woman, by the way–so it’s clearly not that you’re a slob. No, I’m guessing those stains come from reading while you eat.”

Fear of potential humiliation began to fade into intrigue. Will had to admit it, that was kind of an impressive deduction. “Guilty as charged,” he said with a slightly rueful smile.

“And not just reading while you eat,” Rowan continued, “but getting so into the book that you don’t notice the spill right away. I’d guess that you’re imaginative and focused, Will. You allow yourself to slip into a state where the book seems more real to you than the world around you. That’s something I really like–I’m starting to feel like I was very lucky to bump into you.”

Will felt a warm, happy feeling filling up his chest all the way up to his eyes. She was into him! She really liked him! This was so unbelievably amazing that he wanted to shout for joy, but he tried not to get doofy about it. “I guess you’re right,” he said, trying to stay calm while not acting so nonchalant that she thought he wasn’t interested in him. “You can learn a lot from someone’s laundry basket.”

“Oh, it’s not just the basket,” Rowan said, leaning forward a bit. “For example, just sitting her talking to you, I can tell you’re not gay.” Will followed her gaze, and swallowed hard when he realized that she was looking at the bulge in his jeans. “Don’t worry,” she said, cutting off his apologies before they could Türkçe alt yazılı porno even begin. “I don’t mind at all. I’m actually quite flattered; a hard cock is the most direct compliment a woman can get, really.”

She shifted position again, closing the gap between them. “So you’re intelligent, well-groomed, polite–after all, I’m sitting here in my bra and panties, and you’re clearly turned on by it, but you’ve been nothing but a gentleman about the whole thing. You’ve even tried to avoid staring.” She chuckled at his startled reaction. “Oh, yes, Will. Women always notice. Don’t feel bad–I can tell the difference between an involuntary gape and treating me like a piece of meat.” She leaned even closer to him. This close, he could smell her perfume over the scents of detergent and fabric softener. “You’re cute, and it even looks like a nice cock underneath those pants. All in all, you seem like a great catch. So why are you so lonely, Will?”

Will looked away quickly. “I’m not,” he said. “I just…I haven’t met the right girl yet, is all. But I’m not lonely. I’ve got plenty of good friends, and I don’t even know if I’ve got time for a relationship right now.” All the usual excuses flowed easily from his lips as easily as they did to his family and friends, but they felt more hollow than ever.

“Will, remember how I said you could tell a lot about someone from their laundry?” Rowan asked. “The stains on those socks are pretty distinctive. Ditto with the towels. You’ve been spending a lot of nights with nothing but yourself for company, Will.”

Will stood up abruptly. “I, um…I think I should go,” he said quickly, his voice cracking in embarrassment. “I’ll be back in a little bit, I just need to–“

Rowan reached up and put her hand on his arm. It felt warm to the touch. “It’s all right, Will,” she said. “You don’t need to be ashamed. It’s not a bad thing to stroke yourself. Some of the best sex I’ve ever had has involved just watching my lover stroke his cock.” She gently tugged him back down to his seat as she spoke, and despite his embarrassment, Will found himself going along with it. He had to admit, he wanted to hear more of the compelling mental picture she was painting with her words.

“There’s something so sexy about it,” she continued, “seeing that look on a man’s face and knowing he’s drinking you in with his eyes, knowing that just the sight of you is giving him a raging erection that he can’t control.” She brushed against him lightly as he sat back down, the silk of her bra brushing against his bare arm and her erect nipple rubbing against his skin for an all-too-brief moment. “Watching his hand pump up…and down…on his cock, seeing his balls tighten, knowing that he can’t help himself, he has to stroke…you don’t have to feel bad about masturbation, Will. Jacking off is sexy. I only wanted to know why you don’t have someone to help you do it.”

Will was surprised at how distant his voice sounded. Between the throbbing in his cock, the mental images Rowan had supplied him with, and the shock at the turn the conversation had taken, he felt sort of lost inside his own head. Maybe that was why the truth just slipped out so easily. “I just…can’t believe a girl would like me,” he said. “I’m skinny, and I’m short, and I’m geeky, and I’m boring, and…as soon as I look at a pretty girl I freeze. I don’t know how to tell if they really like me or not. And it’s safer to be lonely than humiliated.”

“I understand,” Rowan said, stroking his arm. “You’re afraid of rejection.” Will nodded, sagging slightly in relief at the knowledge that she knew how he felt. “What you need is a woman who’s aggressive, Will. Someone who’s not afraid to tell you what she wants, instead of waiting for you to tell her. A woman who’s willing to take charge. Have you thought about that, Will?”

“I…yes…” He hadn’t, not exactly, but he was thinking about it right now. He was thinking very vividly about Rowan taking charge and being sexually aggressive, and his cock was pounding so hard that it seemed to be cutting off some of the oxygen to his brain.

“Yes, I know you have. Maybe some of those times you stroked yourself, you thought about a woman who was powerful, willing to take control. It’d be so much easier, then. You’d be able to relax completely, knowing that you were sexy…and desirable…and loved…and letting her guide things.” Rowan leaned heavily against him now, her body warm against his. She had her hand on his inner thigh, not moving, but potent by its mere presence so close to his cock. “You played with yourself, and maybe you imagined a woman like me watching you, telling you to stroke, commanding you to pump that dick into your fist, and that’s so hot, isn’t it, Will?”

Will let out a long, shuddery sigh. “Uh-huh…” he said. The words she spoke seemed somehow more real than the room around them, and he felt light-headed with arousal.

“Yes, it’s so easy to imagine these things porno when I suggest them, isn’t it? I’m even taking charge of your imagination, Will, and it feels good to–” A loud buzzer interrupted Rowan’s speech mid-sentence. “Crap!” she said, jumping slightly in surprise. “Sorry, that’s my other load done. Let me just take a moment and put in another.”

Will nodded, still a little too dazed to really say much. He felt like they’d been close to…something, he didn’t know quite what. Some sort of powerful understanding. He mulled over her words in his head, shivering as he remembered how fuzzy everything had gone with arousal, and how fuzzy it still seemed even as she got up and began to move clothes from the washer to the dryer.

“So you’re starting to see what I mean about the laundry room being a great place to meet people, I hope,” Rowan said mischievously as she dragged armfuls of clothes out of the washer. “It makes me glad that this is one of the few chores I don’t make my pets do.”

Will blinked in confusion. “Pets?” he asked. “Your dog does laundry?”

Rowan laughed. “No, no,” she said. “I keep people as pets, Will.” Before he could even get past the shock and figure out how he felt about that statement, Rowan pressed on. “People who like it when someone else takes control, whether for a few hours a day or all the time. People who enjoy that erotic sensation of relaxing their will and letting someone else do all the thinking. People like you.”

Will shook his head. “I don’t–I mean, I never–“

“Oh, I’m sure you didn’t know that was what you wanted, Will. A lot of my pets didn’t at first.” She started the dryer, and began to put another load of clothing into the washer. “But once they found out how much fun it was, how sexy it was to let themselves be controlled…you remember, don’t you, Will? Just think back to a few minutes ago, relaxing into my touch and my words. Imagine feeling that nice all the time, Will, whether it’s during sex, washing dishes, or even doing nothing at all. Imagine always feeling that pleasure, Will. Imagine sinking into it, losing yourself in it.”

Will was having a hard time doing anything else–his cock still felt rock-hard inside his pants, and watching Rowan bounce as she moved back and forth from her laundry basket on the floor to the washer wasn’t helping. “But–but if you’ve already got pets, then–“

Rowan smiled winsomely at him. “I’ve got room for another, Will. And you don’t know how much fun we can have until you try. Haven’t you noticed what kind of laundry I’m doing?”

Will looked as Rowan put her last armful of clothes in the washer. Her hands were filled with panties, bras, slips, nightgowns, and a few items of clothing he’d only ever seen in porno magazines. “And they’re all dirty,” she said, adding detergent. “They get dirty so quick living in an apartment with such horny pets–that’s why I came down here so late, I realized I’d totally run out of clean underwear. I have to change panties three times a day, sometimes. They get so wet when I’m playing with my pets…oh! That reminds me!” She reached around and unhooked her bra, dropping it into the washing machine with the rest of the underthings. “Got to make sure everything gets clean.”

Her tits swung freely now, and Will couldn’t look away from them. It was like they had magnets attracting his eyes and tugging at his cock. When she pulled off her panties, too, he felt almost like he was going to cum in his jeans. Her pussy glistened slightly with moisture as she picked her panties up from the floor. “See?” she said. “These are already damp just from talking to you.”

Will’s eyes locked onto them as they dangled from her finger, swaying slightly. “Here,” she said, stepping back over to the bench. “It’s easier to tell close up. This close, you don’t just see it, you can smell how aroused I got–how aroused I’m getting, right now.”

Will inhaled involuntarily, taking a deep breath of Rowan’s musky scent. “See, Will?” Rowan said. “It’s very easy for you to follow suggestions. You’re imaginative and focused, and when I suggest something, it’s very easy for you to imagine it, and focus it, and make it the center of your mind. And it feels good, Will. It feels so good to listen to my words, to follow my suggestions, to let me command while you just…obey.” Something about the way she purred out that last word made Will melt inside. His whole mind went warm and liquid, while his cock stayed hard.

“Breathe deeply, Will,” Rowan said, holding the panties right up to his face. “It’s almost like it’s a drug; a sexy, sleepy scent that makes you horny and dizzy, like every breath makes it harder and harder to resist my words.” Will knew it wasn’t actually true, but she’d told him how easy it would be to imagine the things she said so vividly that they’d seem true, and it was hard to figure out the difference between something that seemed true and something that really was true when he was this horny and dizzy and sleepy.

“Very good, Will,” Rowan said, watching his eyelids flutter. She gently pushed him back until he was lying on the bench, then set the panties down on his face. “Breathing in my sexy scent has already left your body too heavy to move. You can’t possibly move, so you can’t pull those panties off, so you’re helpless to avoid breathing in more of my scent and sinking deeper…”

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Reverie has overtaken her. Not really even reverie, just blankness in her mind that calms her soul. The feeling is nothing bad, nothing good. Contentment maybe? Contentment is a good descriptive word for what she is feeling.

She is standing on the third floor balcony of their hotel room overlooking the Gulf. The waves peak and crash near the shoreline. The sea gulls are gliding against the constant wind with their wings outstretched, not having to exert any effort in the amazing gift of flight. The bright sun is overhead beaming down its warmth and curing rays. Yes, she is content.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath and releases it feeling any leftover tension leaving her body. The margarita over ice in her hand relaxes her even further and she takes a drink. It is cool going down her throat and she doesn’t think she could be any happier at the moment.

A gust of wind changes directions and blows straight into her face, making her long brown hair float behind her and then land again, the tips settling on the small of her back. This makes her feel sexy and she poises her face parallel to the sky so the end of her hair falls just on her ass. She remains in this position for several minutes, enjoying the nothingness.

Suddenly, moist lips touch the side of her neck and she cocks her head further to the left allowing easier access. She stands perfectly still with instant chill bumps racing up her spine. A small sigh escapes her lips while her eyes remain closed. His tongue makes a small circle on her neck and she unknowingly shivers. He slowly begins kissing her, moving towards the back of her neck. He moves so slowly, barely touching her skin.

She feels one hand caressing her hair then a second hand. He lifts her hair completely from her back and continues kissing her. Down, down, directly in the center of her back, making her skin twitch and move against his lips, him milas escort having full control over her. She breathes more heavily now, wanting this to last forever, until the kissing stops, and her hair falls back into position.

Two strong arms encircle her waist and slightly squeeze as he buries his face into her hair and he breathes in the cleanliness deeply. His hands move slowly and deliberately up and down her hips, down her outer thighs, and back up to her waist. Her knees become weak and her head is leaning back against his chest and shoulder. She doesn’t realize her drink is being removed from her hand and placed aside. Nothing is hurried and the slowness and gentle spot caresses are really turning her on. She feels like she is floating with the sea gulls. No energy needed and just floating.

Two tender hands enclose her breasts and she can feel his hot breath on her neck. He shudders and closes the distance between his front and her back. They are now one. His hardness is against her ass, his shuddering becoming stronger. She places her now free hands over his and arches her back against him, enjoying his strong feel yet gentle embraces. Her nipples are fully erect and he uses the pads of his fingers to stroke them, around and around. As his hands move in circles, she starts moving her hips in circles mimicking his rhythm against his firm manliness.

She can only slightly moan in response, knowing that words are not needed at the moment, just his human touch.

His right hand moves away from her breast and slowly traces a path downward, sometimes circling back up and then moving further down each time until it reaches her throbbing pussy. He is teasing her. His index finger slightly strokes her clit through her swimsuit and then moves back up. Again and again just barely making contact and then moving away. She is fully leaning against him now, mudanya escort her body making movements with each flick of his finger. His left hand is continually caressing and gently pinching her nipple, while his right hand is playing a tune on her clit, on and off again.

She is so turned on and about ready to place her hand over his so he couldn’t move away, so she could enjoy his hand to orgasm, when he stops all touching. Both of his hands are removed from her tingling body. She is about to turn around in protest when she feels both hands slip under the front of her swimsuit, one finger strokes her button and then plunges into her wetness, then back out. She moans deeply and she can tell he is extremely turned on by all this. His breathing becoming even more rapid against her shoulder, both of them naturally turned on. She raises her arms and wraps them around his neck, providing stability in her weak position.

He knows she is nearing orgasm so he thrusts two fingers inside of her dripping pussy and pinches her nipple between two fingers at the same time. The pitch of their moving hips seems to match the crashing of the waves, a slow mesmerizing pulse.

“Oh baby, please don’t stop,” she whispers while shifting her head from side to side, her entire body beginning to tense up.

“Come for me,” he whispers back, his voice shaky with a fever that only can be caused from being turned on. A hoarseness recognizable only to her.

And with those words her body releases. Her juices envelope his fingers and the contractions of her insides wrap around him. Her entire body becomes hot and then soft against him.

Before the orgasm is completely finished he leads her into the hotel room and to the large bed. With one swipe her black swimsuit is removed and her tanned, naked body is before him. She finally faces him and while turning around he is at mustafakemalpaşa escort the same time gently laying her down on her back. She takes his face into her hands and kisses him deeply. He is hot and ready to make love to her. The lust in his eyes shoots through to her aching soul.

Lowering his body onto hers, she feels so feminine at that moment. He is hers, all hers, and she will make him spill his seed into her. His previously gentle motions are becoming more frantic and his neediness is evident. He kisses her lips hard and continues to spill kisses to her neck, her eyes, her chest, and her breasts.

His cock is poised above her pussy and he guides it into her, feeling that warm space filled with him. He plunges all the way inside and lingers there for a moment. Her core has been touched and her hips rise to meet his.

A broken moan rushes from his mouth and he looks directly into her eyes. Her legs spread further allowing every inch of him to enter her. His throbbing cock pulls out, never fully leaving her womanhood and he pushes into her yet again, and again, over and over and over.

Both are openly moaning now, and whispering loving comments to each other.

“You feel so good baby,” she moans into his chest. “Fuck me, oh please fuck me.”

“I’m going to fill you up. Oh, you are going to make me come,” he murmurs as his thrusts become more fevered.

He is practically ramming it in now and she meets his every thrust. Harder and faster each time. Her pussy is wrapping around him as his cock pushes against her very essence. He is uncontrollably shuddering as her back arches. His face shows his pleasure. Practically screaming with passion now she is also nearing her second orgasm.

“Oh baby. Yes, I’m coming,” she says with her face twisted into sexual emotion.

He rams three more times and collapses on top of her, their orgasms occurring together, his cock twitching with each spent seed, their hearts pounding in their chests, her back arching and his hips forward.

She strokes the back of his head while it rests on her shoulder, now both content from their exertions and the love between them. He rolls off of her and they both sleep.

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Chapter 1: Population Explosion. The New Authority vowed that Earth 2.0 would not repeat the same mistakes made by planet earth. The comparatively small human population that survived the nuclear apocalypse would be more cautious, more conservative, and more traditional.

It is now the year 2095. The population of the new earth is approaching 18 million people. A far cry from the 72 billion that it reached at its peak, just before the apocalypse. More than 99.9% of the population perished during that horrible period.

The government is now referred to as the New Authority, and as part of its public education mandate, it outlines for all citizens how and why over-population occurred. This intelligence is intended to help society understand why decisions are made the way they are. Government officials provided the following chronological summary of milestones that led up to the apocalypse.

In the year 2035, all sexually transmitted diseases were eradicated. It was heralded as wonderful news at the time, and it was. Historical diseases like AIDS, herpes, chlamydia were completely gone. Sexual freedom blossomed in the wake of this.

By the year 2040, people were finally rid of sexual and racial prejudices. Whether you were gay, straight, or bisexual, it didn’t matter. Fetishes were no longer frowned upon. Declaring that you were dominant, submissive, or any fetish was as harmless as declaring an interest in golf, art or music. The first openly transgender American President easily won two terms.

One by one, the cancers were all cured. Breast, colon, pancreatic, prostate, and lung cancers were cured much earlier – while brain and skin cancers took a little longer, before they too were done away with, once and for all. Other common diseases, such as Alzheimer’s, Diabetes, and kidney disease were also cured, along with major advances in heart disease. This changed the average life expectancy, which rose to over 100 years old.

With this new health, women remained fertile longer. Menopause routinely started between ages 55 and 70. It was no surprise then that the population of the earth soared. Ten billion was reached before 2025, fifty billion by 2070.

The New Authority also outlined a parallel phenomenon that contributed to the earth’s near demise. It was the proliferation of advanced automation and robotics. Initially, automation revolutionized the automobile industry, and other manufacturing. By the year 2030, society was intimately familiar with big factories where robotics handled almost everything, completely replacing human workers. By 2050, these machines began to be used on the farms. Robotic arms were stored under the soil until the oranges, or grapes or any fruit or vegetable were ready to harvest. With visual sensors, these robotic arms plucked the ripe fruit flawlessly, placing it gently on conveyor belts. Farm workers became a thing of the past. As did taxi and truck drivers, which were replaced by sophisticated self-driving vehicles. The food service industry also experienced complete upheaval. Big Macs and Whoppers were made by delicate robotic machines, and payment handled by face recognition software, eliminating the need for cashiers. Earth celebrated this new efficiency. Over a fifty year period, the work week went from forty hours per week to twenty-five, then down to fifteen, and finally down to four.

These changes combined, resulted in a completely new world. Ten times the population, with no sexual diseases, and in fact, total sexual freedom. Moreover, with a four hour work week, people had all the idle time they wanted. Every night was Friday night. Planet earth turned into a massive fuck fest. Then the population really exploded.

Chapter 2: The Apocalypse. The New Authority often references the tipping point as the point where everything reversed and came crashing down. It is believed to have started in China where a major shortage of clean water occurred, followed by a severe food shortage. As the wealthiest country on the planet, China had no choice but to invade Australia. The United States and Great Britain came to Australia’s defense, which triggered conflict. Russia, then facing its own food and water shortage, invaded all of the previous Soviet Union countries. A global war ensued.

The first nuclear weapon was discharged in early 2090. Then it was a domino effect. Great fires swept the earth, triggering further nuclear explosions. It is estimated that on some days 100 million people were dying every minute. By the end of the devastation, a mere 18 million people remained.

The only areas of Earth 2.0 that are inhabitable now are along the west coast of what were formerly Canada and the United States. The New Authority decided to keep the historical city names of what are now the five largest and most populous cities: Vancouver, Seattle, San Francisco, Los Angeles, and San Diego. Not a soul lives more than 50 miles from the Pacific Ocean.

For the most part, people seem happy. Whereas for decades people talked about whether there Üvey porno was life on other planets, they now talk about whether there is human life on other parts of Earth 2.0. The rumors never cease. The most common myth is that there are one hundred thousand people living below ground in Manhattan. The radiation levels underground are low enough for survival. Severe radiation will cause instant death, however mild radiation will simply cause cancer. With cancer now curable, mild radiation is quite tolerable. In the pre-apocalyptic world, cancer-curing booths were all over a city as densely populated as Manhattan. Those same booths would now come in handy – assuming the rumors are even true, of course.

As far as media, the New Authority decided to regulate the internet for all the right reasons. Total freedom put too much control in the hands of the people. Without strict protocol, rebellious or ambitious citizens might communicate to form protests, or potentially spread anti-Authority messages. Therefore, all social media activity is very carefully monitored.

Television is very popular in this new world, with the Authority controlling every program produced and broadcast. Luckily many of the pre-Apocalyptic movies were stored digitally in Los Angeles, and those materials were not affected by the radiation. The five cities each share the same broadcast feeds.

The most popular program is called Live-Eye, which showcases real-time broadcasts of newsworthy events, sporting competitions, or important court proceedings. On occasion, a human interest story will capture the attention of the viewing public and become a ratings blockbuster.

Robotics is frowned upon in this new world. People need to stay busy. The New Authority mandated a forty hour work week back into law. Farms are once again harvested by people, not machines. Radiation from the apocalypse is kept at acceptable levels by a complex air and soil filtration system that rotates the various farms. Whereas it would have taken more than a decade for this to happen naturally, the system continually cleanses the air, water, and topsoil.

Sexual openness is now frowned upon. While not illegal, promiscuous people are viewed with scorn. After all, excessive sexual activity was one of the factors that lead to over-population. Women especially seem to be scrutinized more closely and judged more harshly. The old double standards returned. A whore is a shameless creature indeed. Public floggings and public punishments also returned. On occasion, these were broadcast on Live-Eye for everyone to see.

Chapter 3: Life. One bright summer morning Live-Eye was doing a segment called ‘A Day in the Life’ where they profile typical careers. Of course, the entire series was approved by the broadcast division of the New Authority. This particular episode was showing residents of Seattle going out to some nearby farms to help plant new apple tree seedlings. The filming itself was going to take place on the train, where a reporter named Timmy-John Carson and the cameraman were setting up, and would interview random workers as they boarded the train.

The third person to board the train was an exceptionally pretty blonde, with long curly hair, a pretty smile and modest clothes. Like many of the passengers, she wore shorts and a T-shirt, but only because of the weather. It was a hot and sunny day, and planting in the fields was going to be hard work, especially on a day such as this.

“Excuse me, TJ Carson from Live Eye here, what’s your name and how are you today?”

“I’m Lekia,” the pretty girl responded, “and I’m fine thanks.”

“Give us a sense of what a typical day is like for you, and what you might like or dislike as it relates to working in the farming fields,” the reporter continued.

The girl started to answer, and it was in point of fact, a good and articulate answer. However, the slight nervousness and excitement of the moment had another effect on her. As she started to speak with the bright light of the camera illuminating her, her nipples began to harden. The thin T-shirt didn’t help, and soon her nipples were practically poking through the material.

TJ kept the interview going. His instincts as a reporter were good. He knew she would create quite a stir when the segment aired. First, her answers were interesting and well considered. Secondly, she was stunningly beautiful. And third, her nipples alone were a beacon for attention. TJ’s comment ended with a rather inadvertent comment:

“Thanks Lekia. You made a couple of good points there.”

The segment aired live during the day, and then again as a re-run in the evenings. Soon, social media channels lit up with discussion. The segment was creating quite the stir. Lekia’s nipples and TJ’s quip caused a viral video sensation. By midnight a million people had seen it. By the end of the weekend, more than ten million people had viewed it – over half of the population of Earth 2.0.

The New Authority wasn’t pleased. porno izle In a society that was attempting to repress sexual freedom and sexual promiscuity, this kind of grassroots civil naughtiness wasn’t welcome. At the same time, the girl had done nothing to warrant arrest. She was not nude, nor had she broken any laws. If anything, she was well-spoken and very respectful with her answers. She was simply on her way to work, minding her own business. It was unfair to blame her or hold her accountable.

Chapter 4: A Media Storm. Immediate secret meetings were held at the government offices in each of the five cities, and then conference calls among them to discuss what, if anything should be done.

Lekia Biggs was completely unprepared for the onslaught of attention. Her smart phone was flooded with calls, as was her email. She was temporarily suspended from work with a paid leave of absence, at least until the scrutiny died down. Her beauty had always garnered attention from men, but Lekia was suddenly thrust into the media spotlight, becoming an immediate sensation. No girl could have been prepared for this.

The New Authority’s initial reaction was to let the story run its course, assuming it would fade away. On Earth 2.0, just as was the case with earth, the ’15 minutes of fame’ theory was alive and well. However, things did not exactly go according to plan. Rather than fade away, the story gained more traction as it sparked debate: was this girl a promiscuous tease with her protruding nipples that seemed to scream for attention, or was she completely innocent and being unfairly judged? The debate became polarizing, with the end of the story suddenly seeming nowhere in sight.

The New Authority, acting on advice from executives at the television network, decided to try a new tactic. They decided to put Lekia on television for a prime-time interview. Surely, everyone would see that she is normal and boring. In fact, they would ensure it. They would dress her in conservative clothing, put very little make up on her, hair in a ponytail, and a thick padded bra to ensure those hyperactive nipples stayed well in check. It was the ‘dispel the myth’ theory. She’d come across as a big yawn, and things would return to normal in the five cities.

Lekia was picked up by a police escort at her hotel in Seattle. She had been moved there when the media hype became too much. From there she boarded a heliplane, and with the agility of a helicopter and the speed of an airplane, the heliplane taxied her to the studio in Los Angeles in less than two hours. In the green room, the professionals took over. They needed to make her look as ‘plain Jane’ as possible, dressing her in an off-white blouse, with beige pants. The bra she was made to wear was thick indeed. They rehearsed her to come across as humble and respectful. They told her to answer all questions honestly, but not respond with anything too provocative. Mock interview questions were asked, to help set her at ease. It was also decided in advance that they would not ask her anything about her past relationships, or anything overtly sexual.

The interviewer was none other than TJ Simpson, one of the most senior and respected journalists on the network. On the verge of retirement, he was the perfect choice: no one had more experience.

“Welcome Lekia. As you know, you’ve been quite the media sensation. Why don’t we start by having you tell us more about who you are? Tell us, who is the real Lekia Biggs?”

Lekia had practiced this question in the mock interview. She talked briefly about growing up just outside Seattle, attending local schools, and happy to be a law-abiding and productive member of society. It was boring as hell. Which is exactly what the New Authority hoped it would be. The first part of the interview was going according to plan. TJ however had an agenda. After years of being considered a predictable host, he decided to go out with a bang. He wanted to ask the big money question:

“So tell me Lekia, your body seemed to respond during that now infamous media clip. Why did you react in that way?”

The poor girl was appalled by the question. She blushed deeply. This question had not been asked in the mock interviews. She was very much aware that she was being viewed live on network TV when she delivered her answer:

“Oh, I don’t know. It’s just something that happens. I can’t control it, really. It happens at times.”

“At what times, Lekia?”

She paused. The bright lights of the studio cameras shone brightly onto her face. She was nervous and apprehensive, but she had to say something. In retrospect, she should have answered ‘no comment,’ but the poor girl did not have enough media training to know such a thing.

“I guess when I’m excited. When I feel a thrill, it happens to me. I’ve always been like that.”

To make matters worse, regardless of the thickness of the bra that had been provided to her, there they were again. Those misbehaving nipples had stiffened to Asyalı porno the point where they were visible. It was as if someone had placed two darts under her bra.

Chapter 5. Caught on Film. Any hope that the media frenzy would end anytime soon was gone. The social media channels exploded again, with this new revelation causing an even bigger stir. The executive council at the New Authority was livid. Their ploy had backfired. They immediately gave instructions to the police to arrest both TJ and Lekia for civil disobedience. The pair was taken into custody. For now, each of them were taken to separate locations. Lekia was taken to a special holding unit, not at the official area jail, but instead at the police station itself. They asked her a few questions in an attempt to uncover whether the interview was sabotaged intentionally, or a genuine mistake. She swore none of it was premeditated. Nevertheless, she was remanded in custody until an appropriate interrogation could take place with officials of the New Authority.

That night, well after midnight, a worried and anxious Lekia tried to fall asleep in the strange room. The windows were secured shut. It was hot and humid. The pillow was stiff and smelled musty. Do they change the sheets each night? She longed for her bed. How could this be happening? Had Earth 2.0 gone insane? How did she go from the comfort of her home near Seattle to this? Less than a week ago, none of this nightmare had even started. She wished she could turn back the clock, but it was too late for that. In the morning, she would explain to the New Authority that her answers were simply naïve stupidity, and with a profound apology, they’d surely forgive her. Then, eventually the media attention would die down, and things could return to normal.

She tossed and turned on the hard mattress. They had given her access to her suitcase only to retrieve a nightie and supplied her with a knee-length cotton robe. To her chagrin, the only sleepwear she packed was a sexy baby doll number, hot pink and low cut. Once she had changed into it, they took away the remainder of her clothing and all of her personal belongings. The only blanket they had provided was thick itchy wool, and it was much too hot for that. She curled it up instead and hugged it, trying in vain to fall asleep. It was pitch black in the room. Scary black. She turned the small lamp on. It felt weird to sleep in a lit room, but at least it wasn’t as creepy.

More than an hour later, sleep still eluded the poor girl. She tossed and turned. Unbeknown to innocent Lekia, she was being watched via security cameras by two on-guard duty officers. They were in another room, doing what they did any time a pretty female prisoner was in there: making an illegal digital recording of it. More than one security camera was installed for optimum viewing. Lekia was completely inexperienced with jails or police stations and assumed she had complete privacy.

What could Lekia do, but what she did on other sleepless nights? Her hands started to wander. She needed what she used to jokingly refer to as a ‘sleeping pill.’ There were countless nights when Lekia had given herself a quick little orgasm in the privacy of her own bed. The aftermath would relax her. ‘No one is watching me’ she thought. She untied the bow on the front of her baby doll nightie, and her breasts were now fully exposed. Her left hand began to pull and tug on her nipples, as her right hand travelled down her torso until she found the soft folds of her pussy. She ran her fingertip along the slit. There was a tiny bit of moisture there, as always. She dipped her middle finger inside, gathered some of the wetness and then brought her finger up to the nub, drawing small circles all around it. Her mind wandered as it always did when her fingers were busy. Soon with one hand she was pulling and twisting her own nipples, only stopping to squeeze her own breasts. It was as if she was punishing them for being such troublemakers.

With her other hand, her practiced fingers were now rubbing an increasingly wet cunt. She lifted her knees, spreading her legs, and giving the hidden ceiling camera an unobstructed view of her honey pot. Two fingers were now rubbing directly on the clit, and soon, she was trembling and shaking as an orgasm rocked through her body. She caught her breath momentarily, smelling and then licking her fingers clean. Lekia was no stranger to the sweet scent and taste of herself after such a moment.

One orgasm wasn’t enough for her, so she wondered if another might do the trick. Turning over onto her front, she pulled her knees up under herself, and spread her legs. Lifting her tits up off of the scratchy blanket, she swayed them back and forth. Her nipples were teased over and over again by the rough, prickly wool. She maneuvered her ass up into the air as her fingers travelled down to penetrate her needy pussy a second time; all the while stimulating her nipples with the blanket. Inserting two fingers into her hole, she circled her vagina while the palm of her hand pressed on her clit. She squeezed her whole cunt and moved her fingers to circle her clit, around and around. Faster and faster. It was dripping pussy juice as she brought herself off a second time. Familiar thoughts running through her mind: Mmmm, yes…feels so good, yes!

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I woke.

Slowly I begin to start coming to realise where I am. It is a bedroom I’m yet to be totally familiar with. The bed is new and feels different. The mattress is new along with the sheets which still have the out of the shop freshness. So I’m warm and comfortable and also not alone.

I feel her moved in her sleep rolling onto her side into get comfortable, the covers which rose up from her motion then settled. I can make out a trace of her perfume. I can’t see her face, her hair drifts across the pillow and falls to one side of her neck. The perfume has faded overnight, to become the essence of her. We are warm and dosing in that lovely comfortable snug place which two people experience after they have made love and gone to sleep together. What had I done?

She moved again, her soft naked bum nestles into me. What is about female flesh, when its close and intimate to you? If she was awake I’d say she knew what she was doing to me, but she isn’t just a woman in her sleep.

My arousal grows. I had thoughts of yesterday, what we had done to each other; how it had felt to me, what it was like to watch her at the height of passion climaxing so hard, giving herself to me. My lust grows and it my cock starts to become twitch and tingle. I was enjoyed playing back the visions from my memory from such a short time ago. This makes my cock become fully erect and it nestles between us. This must have just been enough to bring her to a conscious state, but not fully awake. She moves again oh such bliss. Then I felt it, a movement deliberate or not? A minute gentle glide of moist soft heaven across the tip of my hardness. Oh more please. I’m leaking a little from my arousal. She does it again, very slowly, I resisted the urge to thrust upwards and take control. Oh she really means to tease me and is doing it so well. Every time she takes a little longer and my cock a deeper each time. She is very wet, this makes the sliding very smooth and enjoyable. This is subtitle seduction I love it. I fought the urge to move or change the pace of it. Our enjoyment would be better if she controlled it. It finally happens she could hold back no more and slowly the head of my cock push between her lips and onward into her, she envelopes my hard cock. The warm liquid softness of her vagina flowed over me and I was firmly held in place, by a young tight pussy. Neither of us moved or changed the pace we just settled into the feeling of being one together. She sighed in pleasure. This was going to to be a slow gentle start to our love making. The covers moved and more of the essence of woman came to me.

My lips only just moist, found her shoulder, I kissed her rose tattoo, she sighed. Her faint perfume drew me along her neck and with gentle butterfly kisses. Her pussy squeezed me and her hips moved, she squeezed me again and with a firmer purpose now started a slow and deep rotating grind. I slide my tongue under her ear lobe and massaged it with my lips. She groaned. Moving my hand from behind I found her hip and moving slowly I caressed it with little tickles. Then moving up her body I fell down into her waist and up to her breast, firm with turgid erect nipples. Ah the beauty of youth. My hand formed a cup to hold her gently without squeezing. After enjoying the feel in my hand, I slid my palm which had been down allowing the nipple to rest between thumb and finger. I began squeezing and then slowly pulling with a gentle action in time to our thrusting.

She controlled our movement beautifully, her pussy holding and gliding over my cock. Her legs parted and I was held around the base of my cock, she squeezed me with her hand. My cock was taken from inside and directed to pass through her lips over and around her clitoris. My tip wet with our arousal was rubbed cross the little nub which was now enjoying the attention. I groaned, she giggled. Her fingers tickled down my shaft, using her nails she gently played with my balls. I groaned louder, she giggled again. She rolled over onto her back and raises a leg over my hip. She let the softness of her skin massage the side of my leg. I thrust up and slipped back into warmth of her pussy. Using slow long strokes almost coming away from her and parting the lips caressing my tip at every thrust in. I now had access to her breasts. Kissing from the underside caused a pause in our motions. I worked my way up to take her nipple in my lips and sucked. We start moving again, together rolling and grinding, it was a slow natural rhythm which work for us. I reached over her hip with my hand and drifted my fingers through her pubic hair, taking each side of her clitoris between my thumb and finger holding it from either side and massaged it to match our thrusting.

I push forward and upward with hard long strokes, keeping an steady pace, with each inward thrust I squeezed together and pulled downward with my hand. When I felt the urge to go faster I slowed almost to a stop. My turn at teasing. A sudden urgency made her hips lift slightly off the bed and push harder against me. I entered firmly into her and used my pubic area to grind into her mound of Venus. She moaned and bit her hand and pushed into me, I tried to keep up Her hands grabbed the merzifon escort sheet tugging at it. Her head moved up and her breasts pushed upward. I sucked hard on her nipple then using my teeth to make tiny bites. Our hips pushed, ground and rotated together, ‘Oh god yes, yes, yes she moaned.

I felt my climax build from deep inside me, it forces me to thrust hard burying me deep as I can get inside her, it rises and gushes forth; my eyes close, my body shakes, my cock expands and thrust after thrust of pleasure explodes from me. We are together in passion, lust, our bodies have joined together. We sink back onto the bed, hot and glowing, the covers follow, gently settling around us. I’m exhausted. Slowly slip back to reality and she roles into to cuddle me.

What have I done, why did I do it. I have just committed adultery, with a girl almost half my age.

“Good morning” she says “Coffee please.”

“You smell wonderful” I reply.

She pushes my side and giggles”Pleeese?”

“OK I’m going” I manage to get up, pad to the door grab a robe and head down to the kitchen. Everything is still new to me, I’ve only lived in this flat 3 days. The need to make coffee and it takes all my effort with a mind spinning from the last 18 hours. Does she like toast? Yes I’ve seen her eat some late at night. but spread or butter marmalade or honey? I know all this answers with my wife but lady isn’t, is she. What have I done.

The cafetia is filled, toast and honey prepared on a plate and I head to the bedroom with the breakfast tray. She’s sitting up with that just fresh happy look you get after good lovemaking. Was it that? Love making, lust, sex or fucking. What do I say? What do I do now?

We drink coffee and eat the toast. No words said, just a warmth between us. She had a smile and I hoped I looked happy too. The covers flew up in a sudden jerk, followed by

“We need a shower” she said.

It had been my first change I’d made to the flat. The bathroom had been completely changed, out went the old suite replaced by a wet room and overhead shower with body jets in the right places.

“Come on” she said.

I followed that bum across to the door and into the wet room. It had taken time and careful planing to get a good system, with a strong pressure and lots of hot water. The gel dispenser was full and handfuls produced a lovely foamy lather over both of us. Her hand glided around my cock and the blood started to flow, lengthening and expanding it again. I’m 55 for heavens sake once a week is suppose to be my limit. Her breasts felt so smooth and voluptuous with all the soap. I turned her around so she had her back to me. Pushed the body jets on and positioned her so that the lowest jet was spraying on and round her pussy. Then sliding my hand down her body I opened her lips and moved her so that the water was playing over her clitoris. She pushed her hands onto the wall to steady her self. Her orgasm came quickly with a ‘yeeess oh yes.’

She pushed back into me and then went limp, so that had to hold her up.

“Oh I didn’t realise, that’s what they are for” She in a croaky voice.

“Well I just used what was available” was my reply.

She turned took a fresh handful of gel covered her breasts and knelt down. Her breast were the perfect height to place my bobbing cock between. Slowly she massaged me, pushing them together to make smooth slippery a tunnel for my cock. She splurged more gel on, gripped me a gliding heaven and made me come. I ejaculated with four spurts into the valley her boobs made. I staggered back against the wall. “That was beautiful” I gasped.

We washed each other again and with the soap washed away, I rapped her in a big bath sheet, bought for its high quality cotton content and feel. She sighed kissed me and headed back to the bedroom. I stayed to shave when I arrived, she had fresh underwear on and was adjusting her breasts in a lacy black bra. The matching boy shorts looked good as well. I held her in my arms kissed the top of her head

She ran her hand up from my now flaccid penis and through my public hair

“I going to trim you tonight” she announced. Oh so that answered one question, there was to be more and tonight?

“Yes. I’m not a one night stand you know”

“Good I’ll make dinner for 8?

“Yes but we’ll do an hour at the gym first OK?

” Oh goody something to look forward to” I replied.

“I’m finishing at 3 today so I’ll bring a change of clothes with me”

“OK sounds good to me, do you have any stockings?”

“Oh that’s what you like is it. Now let me go, I have to get ready for work”

I departed down stairs for the kitchen. In what seamed like no time at all I was left with a toothpaste flavoured kiss, the haze of fresh perfume and the image of a black ‘Super Dry’ jacket leaving through the front door. What had I done.

I took a new job in a new location not to have affair. It never entered my thoughts I need to make changes, but not at the cost of my marriage. My life had always been stressful working long hours six sometimes seven days with very little time off. The money was mezitli escort good but my quality of life was pretty poor. Then I hit the brick wall and everything stopped. A friend from work rescued me took me home and then the doctor prescribed the pills which make the world a pink and fluffy place. Those lasted a month till I ditched them, I needed to get my mojo back, be me again. Physical exercise was the start of my comeback, walking, running and when the weather was bad using a gym. I recovered and then I moved to this current job away from home but a more relaxed style.

I found a small hotel run by a local couple who welcomed me into their family. They had two daughters who have become friends. One now slightly more. The eldest girl then in her early thirties was pleasant company, pretty and slightly plump, but nothing a bit more exercise wouldn’t shift. She had a smell, her perfume captivated me. I’d had thoughts about her but that’s all they were, a fantasy. Never in a thousand years would I of thought that anything would happen. I had accepted an infrequent sex life with my wife, the mother two my children.

I know this girl quite well; she’s and fun and we enjoy each others company. I still can’t answer the question, Why?. We have known each other nearly five years and never a had an inappropriate remark or gesture.

The job was going well, and I had opportunity to buy a flat. It needed a bit of work, but nothing I couldn’t do. It would keep me occupied in the evenings and at weekends when I didn’t go home. Within a month it was mine and although still at the hotel I started making the changes I planed. I reasoned the bathroom was the best place to start. A good shower in the morning is the best way to start the day. When that was completed, I moved in leaving the hotel and my friends not to far away.

Two days later I got a text ‘Gym tomorrow?’ ‘Yes’ I replied ‘I’ll pick you up.’ ‘No I will’ came back. A bit odd as the gym is in the opposite direction. Then yesterday evening arrived and just after 6 she burst through the door with her usual energy, “Hello” and bags of who knows what

young girls carry. Hand bag, laptop bag, gym bag and that perfume. It wasn’t fresh, she had put it on sometime ago it had matured. It was subtitle and captivating.

She offered a kiss to my cheek. Then announced that she wanted to look around. The flat is on two levels the sitting room and kitchen down and above a fair sized bathroom and one large double bedroom. I’d done nothing to the kitchen except make things work again. The sitting room had a been spruced up with a new thick rug and and an old leather sofa I’d had for years and a trunk as a low table. So not much to see and take in really. We headed upstairs, in the bedroom I’d bought a new solid chunky pine bed with a good firm mattress and a matching chest. The bathroom was finished and I was proud of the work and the effect I had achieved. She walk in and said ‘wow this is really something else’ I smiled and explained all the boring details of what I had done and how.

Then she said something which rocked me back a bit, “That shower looks really sexy, can I try it?”

“What now, I thought we where off to the gym”

“No when we come back”

“Er yes of course you can” I replied. Why, what, how, I was surprised at her forwardness.

I went into the bedroom picked up my gym kit and headed down stairs. Off we went to the gym. We’ve been gym buddies for a few years now. We do warm up and stretch exercises together, then do our own thing for an hour or so .I finished my routine first and after a shower headed down to the reception area for a cool drink of water to wait. It had been a good session I’d pushed hard and this had left me feeling on a high. I planned a pasta supper followed by a DVD on my own, but looks events had changed that. What films did I order, six new ones had arrived yesterday and I hadn’t even unwrapped them, what did I order again, my thoughts drifted. She arrived gliding down the corridor, her skin glowing from the excursion.

“Whoo that was good, come on I need that shower”

“Oh yes right” I said as coming back from who knows where my mind had drifted off to. Outside walking to the car was pleasant. The early evening was still warm and the wind was light not to cooling. The sun which was still just above the horizon, and leaving everywhere lit in a warm orange glow.

The journey back took us just long enough to discuss that pasta for supper would be welcome and what I thought my next project in the flat would be. When we arrived through the door I said I’d make supper and she could use the shower.

‘The Towels and robes are in the cupboard help yourself’ I said to a light blue clad pair of buttocks as they bounced up the stairs. I opened my post, most of it went in the bin. The package with the DVDs contained what I’d ordered. Two of them well they are of an adult nature, so I pushed them back in the package. In the back of an cupboard, yet have a doors fitted was my stock of wine I found a good bottle of Merlot opened it and let it breath. Above I could hear the shower pump was spinning away. I waited until it midyat escort stopped before I started cooking. It’s not gourmet food anyone with half a brain can make a good bowl of pasta.

Her footstep behind made me turn around I hadn’t heard her come down from above so it was quite a sight that I saw. A beautiful young girl fresh from a shower in just a white towelling robe; no make up, no jewellery and no clothes underneath, but just a small application of perfume. Her hair was down just to her shoulders, dark, wet and shining. I don’t think I seen it down very often, it softened her face just curling around the collar of the robe.

“My you look lovely” I said or something similarly corny I reached back to the counter and poured two glass of wine and turned back with them. She leaned forward and kissed me! I don’t mean a peck or a missed placed accidental kiss. This was a soft, warm, tender kiss on my lips. She move closer and hugged me. Nestling into my neck she said “your lovely to”. The wine glasses only just made it back onto the counter in one piece. I folded her into my arms, drawing her in close and we kissed again. Slowly her lips opened and the passion grew. Oh she was so soft, she smelt so feminine. It was gentle and sexy, I didn’t want it to stop, but I’m almost the same age as her father. I calmed it down a little and I just held her in my arms. My mind was spinning what to do? I decided patience was the best course to follow.

“Wine.” I said giving her a glass and moving back to the hob to attend the pan and pasta. She watched me and sipped the wine.

Then “Suppers ready” I announced when I was happy with the texture of the pasta. We moved to the sofa, sat down and started to eat, just grinning at each other.

“What’s happened” I asked.

“Oh you are just make me feel special and I like that”. “You care if I’m aright, always ask how my day was, you ask what I think, you’ve make me feel secure when we go anywhere, holding doors and the like, Your polite to me and don’t swear, and and well that makes me feel special.”

“Thank you I don’t know what to say, Hmm, well you are very lovely girl and deserve to be made to feel special” I took the plates back to the kitchen and served some strawberry sorbet it might cool us down, I thought. When I retuned she was looking through the DVDs which I hadn’t repacked very well.

“Ooh this looks interesting.” She picked up ‘Erotic Short Stories’. It was soft porn I don’t like the hard core stuff.

“Well yes its adult” You know, it has sex scenes in it.” I started to get a bit embarrassed.

“Oh sex, yes I remember that.” “It might give me some ideas” She smiled.

“I don’t think you need ideas young lady” I replied trying to sound like a school master and failing miserably.

I started the film and we settled down to watched it with more wine. The sofa is not large, but comfortable for two. During the first story we slurped the sorbet and she moved closer. The three stories where about the a couples discovering sexual pleasure with each other. It was well shot with good settings, fabulous locations, the actors were beautiful, so really erotic, without being crude. The sex was not graphic close ups, but long shot, staking in the action in a total sexual atmospheric way. I thought it was good and I was starting to get aroused, which I didn’t think she noticed until? She slide her hand cross me onto my thigh and she kissed my neck, obviously getting turned on by what was showing on the film.

As second story closed her hand reached up to my face guiding it towards her to kiss. It was a long soft embrace our stimulation of each other was increasing again. As we parted to draw breath the robe fell open a little more than it had been. I could see her stunningly beautiful young firm breasts high on her chest, no sag or droop. Another kiss and my hand held her breast through the robe. By

gentle squeezing I could feel her nipple was erect and pointed up and out waiting to be caressed. Using the material of the robe I rolled the cloth backwards and forwards and around the hard little nub. Then using my thumb I began rolling across it. I lent down and kissed her neck and she let out a little sigh. So I let my hand wander inside the robe and gently with my hand I held her breast, we continued kissing.

I was lost in this girl. I had no willpower left, she was just washing over me pulling me closer. I couldn’t stop and if I was truthful didn’t want to. She tasted so good. Her skin was like white alabaster smooth and warm. My hand holding her breast felt no weight just silky warm woman. Buy my actions the robe had parted and the most beautiful view of her chest was there for me to see. I was drawn from her neck down the valley to her breast, When I placed a kiss on her nipple she sighed again. I used my tongue to flick across and around the tip then did the same to the other. I reached for the wine took a mouthful and went back to a nipple. I sucked it into my mouth and swirled it around, she giggled and held my head to her. I had to swallow eventually, but another mouthful of wine and over to the other object of my desire. She pushed into my mouth for a similar thrill. I came up to her neck again she looked radiant. The robe was wide open nearly off her shoulders and both breast uncovered. Her checks had the flush brought on by desire, Her eyes appeared so deep and dark.. The wine was finished I got up to find another bottle. but before I could step away she said

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It had been a month since I went to the Club Blue and had my fun, work had gotten the better of my and I saw less and less of Roxxana. Everything seemed to have gotten back to normal. I dreamt of dark rooms, stranger pussies and mouths tormenting me, using me.

I would be fast asleep, and suddenly feel a hand stroking my cock lightly. Feel warm breath on my stomach and hair lightly dragging down to my crotch. My cock welcomed the warmth as it slid in a warm wet mouth, teeth gently raking my skin. I would feel warm soft hands on my balls, massaging as my cock was swished around and around by a warm wet tongue.

The smell of sex, passion, and pussy would waft to me in the darkness. My hands, taken and bound; I would feel the warmth on my palms as a wet pussy would sit just before my hand, forcing my fingers inside. Suddenly, I felt the pressure of someone placing their knees and either side of my head as they maneuvered their pussy just above my mouth. My tongue would reach out, daring to feel for their throbbing clit in the darkness. Tasting her wetness, I would lap at her labia, feeling her shudder against my mouth.

My cock would explode, sending white cream off into the darkness. Orgasmic bliss surrounded me, engulfing me in its warmth, again…the smell of vanilla. I loved being used, just like that; being the toy for some woman’s personal pleasure.

In the morning, I would wake with a smile on my face. Penis hard and begging for action, but smiling. Masturbation in the shower became a regular practice; sometimes I wouldn’t even make it to the shower. Standing in my bedroom at the foot of my bed, cock in hand imagining Roxxana…

Bent over my bed, begging to be fucked, a blue blindfold tied neatly around her head. Bare-naked, I could see her hard nipples, see her glistening pussy, and hear her shallow breaths as she waited to be taken from behind. I enjoyed teasing her, running my finger lightly along her shoulder blade, digging my nail in as I scratched down her spine ending at her perfect little ass crack. She would shiver as I blew warm air on the nape of her neck, letting my cock throb against her side.

Her hips bucked, begging to be penetrated her pussy would drip. My warm tongue would gently tease her as I bent over tasting her moisture. Suddenly, racing up along her slit and running one circle around hr tight asshole. She would moan, pushing back on my face, horniness turning into animalistic craving.

Finally, I would get along behind her, cock in hand and forcefully shove it deep into her dripping snatch. Her juices would explode as I buried my cock deep inside her, running down both of our legs. Her moans, her screams of passion would resonate throughout the apartment as my hand came down loudly clapping her ass cheek. With each spank she would get even louder. My hand grabbed at her hair, yanking her head back, her torso colliding with mine as my other hand reached around to grasp her perfectly perky breast. I would twist and pinch her nipple, some strange dominance coming from me I new existed.

Eventually, my hand would migrate down to her clit, teasing her as I thrusted my hard cock deeper and deeper inside Roxxana. Pushing her forward, I repositioned my cock, sinking it into her wet, tight asshole, pulling her body back up. As my balls slapped her thighs, she flexed her muscles loving ever moment of it. I buried my fingers deep in her pussy as I pulled her wide open with my other hand.

As she came closer and closer to orgasm, I would suddenly push her down on the bed, stroking my cock over her I would shoot my load all over her legs and ass. She would lie silently, still, as I stood up from the bed and walked out of the room. After my shower, I would return to my room, finding it empty just as it was when I left.

I returned home for holidays, it was my first Christmas since moving out of the states. Minnesota was cold, with a -30º wind-chill. I visited family and old friends, many of them commenting how different I seemed. I couldn’t explain it; I hadn’t changed that much in my own mind.

One day while at a bar with friends, I happened upon an old crush from high school. She hadn’t changed much, still looked hot as ever. She was clearly drunk, and acting like a slut all over the bar, dancing on tabled, grinding against anyone and everyone. As I sat there watching, sitting at the table with two of my best friends, she made her way over to us. She pulled my chair out from under the table and began giving me a lap dance.

“Kaitlin, what are you doing?” I asked politely.

“What, are you gay?’ She asked, standing up for a moment. “You don’t feel gay, I’d say ten inches?” She smiled, grinding down on me.

“Well why don’t you let me show you,” I demanded evilly. She didn’t need very long to think about it, flying out of my lap she ran to grab her purse and returned seconds later.

I left my friends at the bar, driving Kaitlin to her apartment. As we entered the front door she unzipped her pants, leaving her silver stilettos on as she clicked across the hardwood floor.

“Are you going Sikiş to show me or what?” She asked drunkenly from the door to her bedroom. I followed quickly, throwing off my shoes on the way. “Mmm John, I have to tell you…back in high school you were always more of a mousy nerd, I wish you were more like this. I probably would have fucked you then,” she smiled sultrily.

She bent over her bed, tugging at her black thong as she exposed her pussy from between her legs.

“Take your shirt off,” I demanded walking to her. I ripped the shirt from her shoulders as she struggled to get it off, exposing her huge tits. They bounced as I threw her down against the bed. She looked up at me, surprised by my newfound dominance.

“Mmm, baby, I love it when you talk so dirty to me,” she smiled, lying on her back. She started to tease her pussy, pulling her thong tight, it slid between her labia pronouncing her hard clit.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I grinned, “but you are going to have to get my interested first.” I demanded looking down at my stiff penis. She sat up on the bed, scooting to the edge of the bed. She unzipped my pants, and pushed them down to my ankles as she pulled my throbbing penis from my boxers.

“Shaved?” She asked surprised. I had decided to shave ever since the fun with Roxxana. “You’re so fucking huge,” she drooled, contemplating how she was going to fit me in her mouth, finally just deciding to do it. I leaned back as she slid my head into her warm mouth, her fingers gently massaging my balls. The veins in my cock throbbed and thickened with every stroke she took, taking even more and more until half my cock was in her mouth, my hands reaching down to play with her breasts as she sucked.

I pushed her back, tits bouncing as her back hit the bed. Her legs fell perfectly open as she looked up at me innocently. I reached down, ripping her thong from her body, smiling as I heard it tear. The smell of her pussy was intoxicating. This was something I had always wanted, but never dared to go for. She moved up on the bed as I got into position. Lying before her, my tongue slowly began to probe along her thigh, in search of this invigorating scent, like a snake searching for a mouse in the desert.

She shuddered and gasped with each lick, with each caress I moved closer and closer. As I reached her pussy, my left hand reached up between her legs extending my index finger as I licked along her slit. Just as I reached her clit, sucking it into my mouth my finger plunged into her asshole. She moaned and quivered as I licked and sucked. Her pussy exploding and dripping from my lashing, her hands grabbed at my back pulling me in harder.

I sat up, throbbing cock hungry for the taste of her juices. Picking her up and throwing her down on her stomach like she was a rag doll I positioned her ass perfectly. Sliding in behind her, my cock licked at her pussy, rubbing in her juices as they drizzled down her inner thigh as she stood on her knees. I pushed her down onto all fours as I pulled my cock up in my hand, thrusting it just high enough to rub her clit. She screamed and shivered as I thrusted softly, grabbing my thigh with her cold hand.

I pulled back and bore down burying my cock in her waiting pussy, as it lay open for me. The sound of it was enough to make me smile, as my cock sunk into her wet pussy she cried out my name, falling onto her breasts. I held onto her waist keeping her in position. As I thrusted harder and harder she screamed louder and louder, grabbing at the bed sheets and squeezing me from within, her tight pussy was creating a vacuum as I thrusted deeper and deeper.

Flipping her onto her back, I pulled her up putting her thighs against my chest as I thrusted my thick cock into her. Feeling her g-spot rub against my shaft as I slowly shoved my cock deeper and deeper inside her tight snatch. She moaned and screamed, and fought against me as I forced her closer and closer to cumming. Finally, she flung back against the bed, convulsing in strong orgasmic pleasure. Her pussy squirted and spurted as she bounced on the bed, her breasts giggling with every movement.

Sitting up, she took my cock in her mouth, sucking and licking it. She smiled tasting her juices as she massaged my shaft. I pulled my cock out as I shot my load on her face. Watching as her surprised face as my cum ran down her chin, dripping onto her bare breasts. She smiled as she laid back in the bed, happy we had done it. She drifted off to sleep, I looked back…in disbelief I had finally done it. Then walked out the door, leaving her naked and alone.

I returned to Amsterdam after the holidays, nothing much had changed there. Work was still work. Roxxana seemed happy and chipper as always. Walking around with her office suit, hiding how much of a sexual freak she truly was with her innocent façade.

“How was your holiday?” She smiled, pulling her head out of the fridge, a blue Tupperware container in hand.

“Pretty uneventful,” I lied. If only she knew the truth. “How about you?” Tecavüz porno I smiled, wondering how freaky she really got.

“Oh, I went to a fun little retreat with some friends. Have you ever been?”

“To a retreat? No, not in Europe anyway,” I smiled, curious as to what kind of activity she was actually talking about…

Walking around the bar, Roxxana looked around seeing masked man after masked man, wondering…hoping one of them was her friend from before. She couldn’t keep her gaze from all of their swollen peckers, as she walked around noticing all the beautiful men and women, just wanting to be fucked once!

Walking into the bathroom, Roxxana stood in the mirror, primping herself. Checking out her breasts, rubbing her wet clit for just a second. All the sexual tension was driving her wild. Suddenly, something caught her eye in the mirror. Behind her on the wall was a small hole. Walking over to it, Roxxana got down on her knees peering through it she found a room full of gyrating bodies; men and women all participating in sweaty, sexy, orgasmic bliss. Suddenly, someone stood on the other side of the hole. Roxxana watched as a man shoved his hard throbbing cock through the hole.

She looked down, strangely turned on by his penis. She licked it gently, teasing him. Watching as it throbbed, Roxxana wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking it slowly. She dripped some spit into his shaft, lubricating his massage. She bent over, sucking his head into her mouth as her fingers migrated to her pussy, feeling her wet and hard clit. Deep throating his cock, Roxxana felt as he struggled against the wall, quickly coming closer and closer to orgasm.

With a few more tugs, she pulled back watching with excitement as the strange man exploded; his cock shooting its load all over her as she leaned back fingering herself wildly. Roxxana stood up, taking a few moments to compose herself. She looked in the mirror, smiling at her horny naked reflection, then walked out of the bathroom.

***

During the day, I had been fixing a bunch of computers. Apparently, somebody decided to get a virus before we all left for vacation and during the break all the computers were infected. So I sent out a server-wide message asking everyone to schedule a time for me to check their computer out. I was excited when I got Roxxana’s response.

As I walked into her office, she eyed me from behind her desk, smiling widely.

“I’m leaving early today, so I figured you could have a look at my computer. It’s been acting kinda funny,” she smiled sheepishly. “I wonder if someone was searching porn or something.”

“You know, having looked through so many of the computers in the building, I wonder HOW people get this much porn on their computers. There are some definite freaks in the building,” I smiled comfortingly. She blushed and looked down at her feet, silently. “Don’t worry, I’m sure it’s just a small bug. Probably something from an email or something like that. I’ll have you fixed up by tomorrow morning. Ok?”

She smiled, leaning in she kissed my cheek. “I don’t know what the company would do without you,” she smiled again, leaning back. The scent of vanilla caught my nose, dragging me after her. “I’m off now, I have an appointment to get my hair done. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she smiled, and ran off.

I sat down to her computer, remembering that night that now seemed so long ago. Right here was where she masturbated so many times. I wondered how many times she had done it since then. As I dug through her files I found something very interesting. A posting she had made to craigslist…

Looking for a great time, I am a young blond woman who is up for anything, the freakier the better. Anal, oral, BDSM, I like it all. Email me with a picture and we’ll set something up. But email quick, my schedule is filling up.

My cock raced to life as I read this. Thoughts and plans, I could really have fun with her. But how? After leaving work that night I stopped at a sex shop on the way, picking up a whip, lube, and some handcuffs. As I was sitting and the counter, the lady behind the counter smiling at me, a mask caught my eye. It was simple, but perfect; a simple black mask, wings reaching down to the chin it would cover most of my face but still allow me clearance to eat her sweet pussy. I bought it without hesitation.

As soon as I got home, I quickly took a few nude shots of myself in the mask. Checking them for perfection as I uploaded them to my computer. I did a simple focus trick and faded the background; it looked like a very nice professional nude, but of ME! I couldn’t believe it as my fingers flew to life, finding the listing and responding quickly. As I sat there at the computer, it took what seemed like hours for her to respond. It was quick and certain.

Come to my place, the front door will be open. I will be blind folded and naked. Tell the doorman you’re here to see Roxxana, he’ll take care of the rest. I’m waiting, don’t make me wait too long, please…I need you inside me.

I Travesti porno grabbed my bag of goodies and ran out the door. As my car flew down the road plans jumped into my mind. I was nervous, but so excited. I wanted to see that slutty side of her yet again. I yearned for it, to make her mine once more.

I pulled up to her apartment, surprised by how nice it really was. Though I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised, the company paid really well. As I walked up to the doorman, he smiled at me. Realizing I had my mask on, I went to take it off.

“Don’t worry, I know you’re here for Roxxana,” he smiled.

“You get this a lot, I suppose.” I laughed, nervously.

“Actually, you’re the first. She was just very clear what she was hoping for. Go right on up,” he held the door open for me.

As I walked through the lobby to the elevator, many people turned to eye me. I couldn’t blame them; if I had seen a strange man with a masquerade mask on I might be a little curious too. Standing in the elevator, I thought about what I would say to her, trying not to talk to much…by now I was sure she would recognize my voice.

The door was unlocked, as I pushed open her door the smell of vanilla wafted to my nose. My cock immediately rushed to life, throbbing against my leg. Checking my mask in the mirror, I put down my bag.

“Hello?” I called innocently.

“I’m in here,” I very different voice called to me. I turned quickly, surprised by the sultriness. Pulling my bag alongside me, I walked down her stone hallway. Finding her bedroom door wide open. “I hope you shut and locked the door after you, I wouldn’t want this to become a threesome.” She giggled.

“Yes you would,” I demanded, knowing how much of a slut she truly was.

“You’re right, but not tonight.” Lying bare in bed, she called up to me. Blindfolded she could not see what she was in for.

“Are you ready for a fun night?” I asked, grinning.

“I hope so,” her hand reached down to her bare pussy, teasing herself.

“You are such a dirty girl,” I watched with enjoyment as she rubbed at her clit. “But that won’t be allowed tonight,” I cracked the whip.

“Oh?” she grinned, pulling her pussy apart exposing her clit to the warm vanilla air that filled the room. I cracked the whip, this time on the bed next to her. She jumped in surprise. “I’m sorry!” She shouted. “I just got so horny waiting for you, blindfolded, and alone…naked.” She started to caress her body; my cock began pounding against my thigh.

CRACK! I snapped the whip on her thigh, leaving a bright pink mark.

“OUCH! What the fuck?!” She screamed.

“Now, are you ready. You will call me master. Take off your silly blind fold, see your master, know your master.” I demanded. She sheepishly pulled the blindfold from her eyes, afraid of what she might see. I stood before her, black tux, black masquerade mask, and whip.

“Yes master, I will obey,” she got up on her knees, shaking with fear.

“You are right to fear me,” I grinned. “But you will also know my pleasurable side. Prepare to know the most pleasure you have ever felt in your life.” I stepped closer to the bed. “You have a balcony, yes?” I demanded.

“Yes,” she looked down at my crotch; the bulge was clearly visible.

“Take me there,” I demanded, walking along behind her.

Her ass was perfect, gliding from side to side as she walked, her bare feet pattering on the floor. She left the lights off as we walked out into the cold dark night.

“I want you to fuck yourself,” I told her in the darkness. “I want to see you squirm as you start to cum. I want to HEAR you scream as you do cum,” I handed her a vibrator I had purchased, just for this occasion.

“Right here?” She asked, bashfully.

“You act like such a slut, yet you are truly such a prude. Tonight, I will bring out your true nature,” I cracked the whip one more time.

She took a seat on her patio chair, spreading her legs. Caressing her soft, warm body, she started to breathe shallowly eyes closed clearly imagining something.

“I want you to stand up,” I demanded. She did as I said very quickly. As she leaned against the railing, exposing her bottom to the world, I watched grinning evilly. Her feet started to quiver as she got more and more turned on. “Turn around,” I rushed to her, forcing her around pressing my hard cock to her ass.

She gasped, feeling the cold of the metal railing against her stomach. I pressed in harder; sure she could feel my penis as it throbbed against her butt cheek. I grabbed the vibrator from her hand, pulling it along behind her. I turned it on, feeling the vibration in my hand as I pushed it nearer and nearer to her body. Bending her over the railing, I reached down, running the vibrator between her legs. She quivered as it touched her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Digging in my pocket, I pulled out a small bottle of warming lube. I opened it with my teeth, and then drizzled it down her ass crack watching as it ran down reaching her asshole and continuing to her pussy. She continued rubbing, rubbing faster and faster. I heard her moan, the pleasure of her hand and now the warming lube was enough to take her over the edge. When suddenly, I sunk the vibrator in her waiting asshole her body shot straight up, pressing back against me she pushed the vibrator deeper inside herself.

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I’d known I wanted to have sex since I was 12. However, with me the gap between wanting and doing was about as wide as any adolescent could make it. Even through college my sole sexual experience was with my left hand. There were no girls at the men’s college I went to, and at the mixers I never got much more than a sweet kiss. After graduation I got a job in New York City and was really on my own, with an apartment and some money, I decided that I had to start living.

I took an evening assertiveness training class and learned one major truth: it is easy to get where you want if you ask.

Harriet and I worked in the same ad agency, me in graphics, she in creative. While we weren’t on the same end of the floor, we met occasionally in the lunch room. A couple of times we stood in line at the microwave and exchanged small talk.

At the weekly accounts meeting, my boss said he was shifting me to a message campaign.

“The account needs quick response, and that’s your strength,” he said. “It’s going to be an evolving campaign, so you and the creative team will have to work quickly when the time comes. There’s already a creative team in place. I want you to make this campaign sing!” He always talked that way but he was serious.

Harriet was the head of the creative team. She outlined the problem.

“The client wants subway ads, but what she needs is a print campaign. The budget is the same but media buying gets us more eyeballs for a lot less money in the free weeklies than in the subways, because they deliver the target more efficiently. So we can spend some of the budget on a rough-and-tumble PR person.”

It took her almost two weeks to convince the client, but she came around. The PR guy got the client the free press that set up the print ads, and we had a winner.

The night we finished the last ad, everybody crashed and went home, except Harriet and me.

“Man, that was rough,” she said. “Let’s relax tonight. I’ll buy dinner and you can do the movie.” She knew that I was new to the city while she was a native. Since she had worked at the agency for three years to my eight months, she also knew I made less money. I was grateful, both for the attention and for the split.

The conversation at dinner wandered from business to my newness in New York. By the end of the meal she had volunteered to show me around the “real” New York, the neighborhoods, the jazz clubs, and the little theaters.

The next two Saturdays she wore me out going from museums to galleries to theatres. I learned the difference between the East Village and the West Village, the East Side and the West Side. She always made a point of ending the day with my buying us dinner at a small, inexpensive ethnic restaurant.

On the third Saturday we ended up in a Greek restaurant in her neighborhood. As we got up to leave, I asked her if I could go to her apartment. A soft expression came over her face and she said, “You’re a nice guy and if I weren’t gay I’d like to have a relationship with you.”

I was stunned, both by her directness and by the concept of a woman homosexual, which was not something I’d even ever thought about.

“But we’ll go there and talk.”

She had a nice two-bedroom place in an expensive building. Plied by drambuie and kind but persistent probing, I unburdened myself about my life, a conversation I’d never had outside the walls of my head. Before long I was telling her everything about my not-so-interesting past and my yearning to start living, including having a relationship, love, melikgazi escort and sex.

I finished up in a flourish.

“Since you like women,” I said, “will you to teach me about how to attract and please a woman?”

“That’s so sweet, but how I attract a woman and how a man attracts a woman are two very different things.

“But I like the idea of being your cicerone. It would be a real challenge. So many men are pigs about how they approach and treat women, gay or straight.

“How can I help?” she mused, out loud but to herself. She straightened herself on the couch and leaned back.

“My personal history may get in the way. When I was in college, I struggled about whether I was gay or not, I had sex with two guys. There was the thrill of the chase and the giving in, but ultimately I didn’t find it fulfilling. Only with another woman have I really begin to know my body and find enjoyment in pleasuring and being pleasured.”

“Look,” I said, “consider me an act of charity if you want to, but I’ve got nowhere else to turn. I’ve gone to bars, attended college alumni mixers, wandered through the big museums looking like I cared. I appear needy, and I am, but I don’t know what to do.” This was the boldest I’d ever been.

“Let me think about it. Pencil me in for your place on Saturday after lunch. I’ll let you know by Wednesday if I think I can do it.”

She arrived around 2, armed with a shopping bag. She explained that she had thought a lot about what I needed to know and how she was going to teach me.

“Let’s get started. Take off your clothes.”

While this was the opening scene of one of my fantasies, it quickly dissolved as she made it clear that I was the only one getting naked. I stripped and she looked intently at me, walking in a circle around me.

“You don’t take very good care of your presentation,” she said. “You have a nice enough body but your pubic hair is overgrown, your pits are raggedy, and you need to keep your beard and head trimmed better. Also, change your underarm deodorant.”

She took a bedsheet out of her bag, spread it on my bed, and brought out a pair of barber scissors and a comb.

“Lay down,” she commanded. Harriet then proceeded to correct all the hair imperfections she had noticed. I got an erection, which she completely ignored, and it went away.

As she barbered me, she kept up a running commentary, telling me that a woman makes decisions about her companion from the beginning.

“No one’s perfect, except in our ads, right? And we know how much trouble we go to airbrush out any imperfection. Your responsibility is to take advantage of what you have and package it in the most appealing way you can.

“Okay, now get dressed.”

She checked out my closet and dismissed most everything in it except for my jeans.

“I’ve made a list of important characteristics and rated you honestly. Your conversational skills are good. Your posture is excellent. Your manners are excellent. Your work habits are good, though you keep a messy desk. But your self-confidence is weak.

“You can’t have self-confidence if you don’t have experience. From what you told me the other night, you have little experience with women and what you have had was pretty lame.

“Soooooo,” she strung it out, “I’m going to assume that you need to start all over again, as though you are in junior high school.

“Which means learning how to kiss.”

I had assumed that we would not be getting physical, but menemen escort that turned out to be wrong. She sat down next to me on the bed and told me to kiss her the best way I knew how. I started out with a lip lock, sucking in. She said that was fine. Then she kissed me on the neck, flicked my ear lobe with her tongue, and returned to my lips and stuck her tongue in my mouth! I responded with my tongue and we tongue-wrestled.

“You’re an okay kisser,” she said. “Now I want you to undress me.”

As my hands rushed to unbutton her work shirt and yank it out of her pants, she smacked me on the side of my head.

“No!” she said sharply. “You have to do everything slowly, lovingly. This isn’t a race. By the time you’re taking a woman’s clothes off, you can be sure she’s willing to have you. Here, I’ll show you” and she reached over and started unbuttoning my shirt.

She started slowly, opening the top two buttons, then brushed her lips across my chest.

“Take every chance to make light, soft contact.”

When she had all the buttons undone, she gently lowered my pants. She didn’t stop there and took her time to finish undressing me, down to my briefs. Of course by then my erection was in full flower and I was shaking like a leaf in the wind.

“Finish me,” she said. I bent down and removed her shoes and socks and started to stand up.

“Touch me slowly as you move around my body,” she said, and pushed me back down. I put my hands lightly on her left leg and slowly moved up to her waist. Then I undid her jeans and let them drop to the floor.

“Lower my pants by yourself and kiss my legs as they go down,” she said. “Take your time, a girl wants to be touched constantly. Do it again.”

I pulled her jeans up, buttoned the top and rezipped them. Then I started again, taking the time to caress her ass, her belly, and her legs as I slid them down to the floor. I kissed her inner thighs as I stood up, slowly this time. I repeated the process with her panties. Then she slowly removed my briefs, absently touching my thighs.

After a glance to review the results of her barbering, she turned to her bag and brought out a pastel-colored cylinder.

“I like to have my lover use this. I’ll show you how.”

For the next two hours I learned how to move the dildo all over her, around her pussy, even into her. She brought out some oils and had me rub them all over her as I moved the dildo. I was erect for the first half hour but then lost it, since she offered no attention to me, just told me where to put the dildo and rub the oil, so that SHE felt good. I learned how to kiss and touch everything she had, front and back. She told me both times that she had an orgasm.

It was after six when she made her announcement.

“You’re as far along as I can take you. You’re going to be a great lover of women.” I was exhausted.

I had gotten everything I had asked for and had no claim to anything more. But here I was naked with a woman to whom I had delivered a great deal of pleasure and she seemed indifferent to anything I might want.

I lay down next to her, hips to hips. She started to pull away but I grabbed her around the waist.

“I want you to teach me the only thing I don’t know! I want to have a complete education.”

“I never said I’d do that,” she said flatly. “I told you, I tried it with guys five years ago and it didn’t do anything for me.”

“Well, how about something short of fucking? We can do oral sex.” She inhaled meram escort deeply, then exhaled.

“All right.”

Since we were both naked, and she had all that oil on, we started out with my tongue and finger replacing the dildo. After what seemed like an eternity of my tonguing her, with her telling me where to suck and play, she grabbed my head with her thighs, moaned loudly, bucked like she had when she had her first two orgasms, then gradually relaxed.

“My turn now,” I said. She got up slowly and reached for the oils. She rolled me over and oiled my back, then my butt, even into my asshole.

Suddenly I felt the dildo.

She was ass-fucking me! I tried to pull away but she sat on me, twisting one arm behind my back to secure me. She worked the dildo around and around, in and out, keeping me pinned despite my best efforts to get away.

Finally she pulled it out and deftly lept off my back. I started to roll over but I was so sore I had to lay on my side. She smiled very wickedly.

“I’m not done yet, buster,” she said. Well, I was, but she darted out of range, grabbed for the shopping bag, and produced a small box of condoms and a tube of KY jelly.

“Since you know how it feels to get it from behind, now you’re going to give it from behind.” I stopped being angry for the assault and started getting hard.

She grabbed my erecting cock and stroked it a couple of times until it was solid, then rolled a condom into it and lubed it up pretty good.

“Lube my ass inside, not just on the outside,” she instructed, as she lay face down on the bed. I probably used half the tube and put my middle finger inside her all the way, and she said that was enough.

“I’m going to kneel and you’re going to get between my legs and kneel too.” As I moved into position she reached around her hips and grabbed my cock. She pulled me into position and shoved herself onto me.

I was amazed how smoothly it went in. “Slide in and out,” she said, and I did, slowly at first, and when I started to go faster she stopped me. Four times she had me speed up a little bit, then slow down a little bit. After about 30 strokes of this I couldn’t contain myself.

“Look out, look out, I’m going to cum, I’m cumming, I’m cummming!” and I did.

I collapsed onto her and we fell onto the bed. She easily slid me off to the side and shifted to face me. I tried to kiss her but she wouldn’t let me.

We lay there, breathing hard, and I dozed. I woke to her removing the condom from my limp cock. When she saw I was awake, she made an exaggerated show of tying the open end in a knot and putting it in the small brown bag that the box of condoms had come in. Then she brought out another condom.

“It’s BLOWJOB time,” she said, like she was announcing a prize fight. She stimulated me and I soon got hard. She rolled the condom on in an exaggerated way and sat next to me.

Alternately stroking me and bending to put her mouth on me, Harriet went on for what must have been 15 minutes, knowing somehow when I was getting really excited, until she said “are you ready?”

I sure was, so she really got on me and went up and down. I thrust my hips in reciprocal motion, just like when I was in her ass.

“Oh man, oh man, this is it, I’m cumming, I’m cummming, oh, here it is,” and I did it again.

By then it was close to 10. Harriet packed her shopping bag and allowed me to take her to dinner.

“How can I thank you enough for this? I won’t leer at you at work, but I won’t be able to forget what happened.”

“Oh, by Monday you’ll be able to walk straight,” she said, and laughed, since I had been somewhat shaky in the apartment.

When we finished the meal she gave me a sweet peck on the cheek.

“Don’t worry. You know what to do. There are a lot of your kind of fish in the sea.”

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You arrive by taxi at the address that I gave you. The house is large and almost dark – there is one small light visible over the front door. The taxi leaves and you head up to the door.

As instructed, you open the door and find yourself in a small entry way. You close the door behind you and hear the lock click. There is a small screen in front of you with a speaker. A voice, altered so you can’t identify it, says simply

‘Yes?’

‘I am here as instructed’ you reply.

‘Move closer to the camera with your identification.’

You move towards the small camera mounted in the wall and hold your drivers license next to your face as you had been told.

‘Why are you here?’

‘To serve.’

‘And you know what it means to serve here?”

‘Yes’ you reply.

The voice says ‘tell me.’

You do not respond immediately.

‘If you do not respond immediately, we will believe that you are not here of your free will and you will not be permitted inside.’

You respond quickly.

‘I am here to serve in anyway that I may. I understand that I will be used in a sexual manner but both men and women. I will be displayed and bound, and will have no control. I may be beaten.’

‘And is this something you do freely?’

‘Yes’

‘And do you understand that this is being recorded as proof of your consent?’

‘Yes, I understand.’

‘Remove your clothes and place them on the shelf to your left. Once you have done so, you may enter.’

You quickly remove your clothes and place them neatly on the shelf along with your identification. You enter through the small door. As it closes behind you, you hear the lock click loudly. The sound has the intended effect.

The room is dark except for one light on the ceiling creating a small circle of light on Porno 64 a pillow.

‘Kneel’

You comply.

You are blindfolded.

You feel the collar, thick leather, around your neck. It is tight, forcing your head up high and making it just a little bit hard to breath. Your hair is pulled back into a tight pony tail high on your head so only the very tip of your hair caresses your back.

You are pulled up to your feet, not roughly but clearly with a purpose.

A leash is clipped to your collar and you are led forward. Blindfolded, you follow haltingly. You are stopped in front of a door, it opens and you enter.

Your arms are pulled over your head, wrapped in leather, clipped together and attached to a rope from the ceiling. You feel yourself being stretched as your feet leave the floor and you dangle by your wrists.

You do not know how long you have hung by your wrists but the burning in your shoulders has faded into the background. You remain blindfolded but hear someone approach and feel yourself being lowered.

Your legs are spread and you feel something being inserted into both your pussy and your ass. Your legs are pulled back together as you continue to be lowered. Your feet are held together and, as you are lowered, you feel your body being slid into something that is tight to your skin. As you are lowered you feel this sleeve slide up over you ankles and calves, tight to your thighs and up over your hips. Your feet touch the floor and you are laid out flat on the floor, your legs already encased in the sleeve.

Your arms are unbound and pulled down to your sides. The body sleeve is pulled up over your arms and chest to your shoulders. You feel a mouth piece – something like a scuba mouth piece – being inserted into Porno 92 your mouth as the body sleeve is pulled up over your head.

You are rolled over on to your stomach as the sleeve is fastened in the back.

You are now completely encased from head to toe, your arms bound at your side. You are blindfolded and the hood of the body sleeve covers your ears so you can hear almost nothing. Your nose is covered as well. You can breath through the mouth piece which is your only interaction with the world.

You feel yourself start to sweat and feel your sweat pooling inside the slick body sleeve which you now realize is rubber. The suit is tight enough that you can be lifted using rings attached to the side of the suit. When this is done you are suspended, almost flying, and do not feel where the ropes are attached there are no pressure points, the force is evenly spread across your body.

You feel yourself suspended, head up, to something that rolls as you are transported out of the room to where, you do not know.

Encased in the full body rubber sleeve you are rolled into an elevator and feel yourself going down. The door opens and you are rolled out. You feel yourself being moved and hear voices around you but cannot understand what is being said.

You are lowered and feel your toes, pointed inside of the sleeve, enter water. It is warm, not hot, as you are lowered deeper and deeper into the water. You feel it rise across your thighs and hips, belly and chest and over your heard. You are now completely submerged. You draw your breath through the mouthpiece which has obviously been attached to a hose outside of the water. The sensation of isolation is complete – you are suspended in water well over your head, floating without the ability to hear or Pornolar porno see, and can feel nothing except for the rubber body sleeve against your skin. Soon, you do not even feel this, you feel nothing except your skin.

You remain submerged for you do not know how long. You feel the vibrator in your pussy start to move, slowly at first. It is not vibrating as a normal vibrator would, but is slowly rotating inside your pussy, exploring the insides of your pussy. It twists as it rotates, changes shapes expanding and contracting, reaching deeper inside of you. You feel the movements inside of you and transmitted to your clit by the rubber sleeve and the surrounding water. Shortly, the vibrator in your ass also starts to move, expanding stretching your ass, moving deeper inside of you as it opens you wider and wider.

You are floating in the warm water, completely encased in rubber, suspended, filled, reveling in the sensations when your air is cut off. You feel your lungs strain for air and try to struggle. You cannot move, completely encased in the rubber sleeve, you are helpless. As you start to feel light headed, the air is restored and you breath deeply your chest straining against the rubber that encases you.

The vibrators inside of you change – you feel something, but at first you can’t tell what it is. There are small shocks, almost like static electricity, coming from the vibrators in both your pussy and your ass. The shocks increase in intensity until you draw a deep, sharp breath from the pain. In the middle of this breath, the air is cut off again and the shocks inside your pussy and ass increase in intensity.

You quiver, suspended in the water, feeling yourself getting more and more lightheaded, almost fainting from the combination of the sensation inside your pussy and the lack of air, when the air is restored.

This goes on for how long you do not know. You feel your sweat rolling off of you and coursing through the rubber suit, feel your body tense and release from the shocks and twitching of the vibrators and lose all track of time and fall asleep, suspended in the water.

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