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My story begins a while ago, By then we had flew to Scotland to meet my relatives for my family reunion. I had no problem with that. I hadn’t seen Uncle Lachlan in months it would be fun to see the old fart. I leaned my head against the rest and tried to snuggle in deeper in the seat. My girlfriend was on the side of my mother. They had over booked the plane and as a result my family had been pushed down to coach. It was cramped and loud and noisy, plus last night I had watched Final Destination and my mind had begun playing scenes over and over again. All that combined with September eleventh and my head began spinning. I tried to stretch my legs out but even for a guy of average height like my self couldn’t find leg room. I gave up and looked over to my mom.

“Are you alright? Hungry or something, I can call the stewardess.”

She patted my hand “No dear I’m alright. What about Carla? She may be hungry.”

I wanted to say that she could get it her self but that would be mean of me wouldn’t it? I kissed her cheek and said sure.

I figure I might as well tell it to you like this. I hate my girlfriend. She’s smart, beautiful and healthy those are her only good qualities. Normally she’s colder then a block of ice in Antarctica in a blizzard. I thought it was funny how she could work up a sweat exercising but couldn’t even warm up in… in … in anything. She was just so fucking frosty.

She said it was the sex. She could be right; even I admit that my dick at its hardest was five fucking inches. Maybe I ought to get the surgery but I just couldn’t imagine doing anything that embarrassing. So I just kept my old man like he was. She was the only one complained, or maybe she was the only one who had enough nerve to tell me I don’t know. As it is I’m doubting my dick.

Jesus. In all my ramblings I forgot to introduce my self. I’m Jay Mathews, I own a couple of burger joints in Minnesota and I am fourth generation Scot. Like I said I am average height at five ten. I work out and I can honestly say that I look one of those white guys that play in those cologne or razor commercials. Yeah, I know a lot of things spring up in you mind. One, is he sounds like he is trying to sell him self on a dating service but what can I say? I’m not really a story telling kind a of guy, I sort of give people the facts and not details so kinda of like, bear with me here.

Somehow on the plane I managed to fall asleep on the plane. I blocked out Carla’s complaints about the seating, the food and life and general and fell asleep. Six hours later I woke and we were landing.

I stretched and hoped that she was done. Carla could gripe for hours if given the proper incentive. “So mom, where are we going first?”

“To your great Uncle Lincoln’s; he’s been asking about you for years you know.” “Really,” I said reaching the overhead to grab the carry on, “I never knew that I had an Uncle Linc.”

“Lincoln, dear. Yes, you have one on your father’s side.”

“Fine whatever, were a local Hertz dealer? God, do they even have one in this country?” The stewardess/ flight attendant, which ever one was PC, walked by and said that there was one in the airport. I smiled at her and she went on her merry way.

By the time I rented the car and gathered the luggage every one had been suffering from jet lag and all piled in the manliest vehicle of them all; the mini-van.

My Aunt Leda picked up the cell phone and called Uncle Linc. “Okay Jay, he says his house is only forty-five minutes from the airport. Drive down this street for twenty minutes make a left and one right then go straight and bam, you are there,”

As I drove down the last unpaved street in civilization, I looked out the window and saw the most incredible looking woman in the world walking up it. She sort of looked like a cross between Halle Berry and another beautiful black woman. The first thing that crossed my mind was; I liked to fuck her. The second thing that crossed my mind is that I really want to fuck her. Then lastly, why the hell is she walking? It’s been my experience that beautiful women can get a ride by just breathing. So why chance it? This is Scotland and even in the twentieth century everything is pretty much spaced out. I looked at her hard and long. I was really looking so hard that my eyes where off the road, we could have ran into a house or in Scotland’s case a cow or something. I turned away from her but not before she smiled suggestively at a guy in a minivan full of people. Hmm, no woman I knew, in the good old US of A that is, would smile at a guy in a minivan. Must be the climate.

We had finally made it to Uncle Lincoln’s uhm, home? Lincoln’s modest abode as my mother called, it was actually a castle; turns out that it had been in the family for years. We were all momentarily stunned at the grandeur of the old thing. During the thirties one member of my family had married a very rich lady and had the castle renovated. The outside looked formidable. It made us all feel as if we were going taksim bayan escort to our death; or to be more precise Mel Gibson’s death. The real working drawbridge and moat sometimes does that.

Still we entered and Uncle Lincoln met us half way. He was a big guy and looked as if at one point in time he was a boxer or the old guy in Brave Heart. He smiled and showed us all a rather worn pair of dentures. Mom smiled back and asked where our rooms were. There were twenty bedrooms and he simply commissioned us to pick the one we fancied. “Are you serious?” Carla asked

“Aye that I am. However, I mun tell ye that the privy is no’ workin’ in many. So be wise in your choice. I ha’ some people comin’ on the morrow to check aboot it.” My relatives all scrambled up the stairs to pick a room. I lagged behind in the foyer. “So what’s got you so glum? Is it that bonny lass that took off upstairs?” “No.” The urge to admit that I had Brave Heart on DVD back home was overpowering with this man.

“Well lad since ye don’ feel compelled ta tell me ye story, I suggest ye take a walk. Behind the castle is a glade. Its verra rejuvenating.”

I nodded. Maybe I did need to clear my mind and the land here was beautiful. I took my time in doing every thing from getting my luggage upstairs, to taking a shower and changing clothes. I’d say about forty-five minutes later I was walking down a winding path.

I had walked for quite a while before I came upon a lake with a small waterfall. Linc most have loved this place, there was a very sturdy metal table and chair. I sat down and let my mind wander.

Maybe that’s why I didn’t see the naked woman bathing, that or the bush that barely shrouded her. I looked at her. I don’t care what anyone says watching a woman bath is a very erotic thing, especially in an erotic setting. I ran my hand over my face to see if I was hallucinating but she was still there. I leaned forward to get a better look.

Geez, this looks like the girl that I saw walking. Impossible. We were fifty miles away from town. There was no way she could walk fifty miles in two hours. Yet, here she was bathing and I was pretty much awe struck. She was standing in about knee deep water. Her black hair was pinned to the top of her head but it was coming down. One fat curl was on her shoulder and a couple were falling down her back. I watched her long hands rub soap over her body. God made this body for ever position imaginable, I thought. Her breasts stood up and were pointed because of the coldness of the lack. Her stomach was flat and lightly toned, and her hips were round as was her ass and her legs were the longest I had ever seen on a woman.

I watched as she rubbed soap all over that body, as she swam under to rinse the soap. I was growing so hard that it hurt. I looked down I hadn’t had this experience since I was fourteen. I looked at her as she repeated the process. I couldn’t help it, I took my Johnson out of my shorts and stroked it, and it was pulsing, ready to be pile-driven into any thing at the moment. I wanted to nail her more then I wanted to breathe.

I looked up and saw her coming in my direction. I didn’t want to be caught fondling myself in front of her so I tried to stuff myself back in my shorts. As I fumbled with my old man I noticed a giant bright green towel on the table. How had I managed to miss that when I sat down?

I had constrained my self some what, when she finally walked up to me nude. I didn’t think it was possible but more blood rushed to my dick. I watched her hands reach out and take the towel and snap the cloth. It billowed to the ground and landed in a perfect rectangle on the ground.

She walked closer to me, actually stepped between my outstretched legs and smiled. I smiled back. She was in perfect understanding with me. I shifted closer and smelled her body. It smelled great, like the most expensive perfume on earth. I encircled her hips with my hand and looked up at her as if to say: Is this okay? She nodded and I kissed her stomach, licked the center of it. I crave a woman’s moanings, and hers empowered me. I ran my hands down her hips pausing to lap at the water in the hollow of her navel.

She stopped me and pulled me up. I shed my shirt and cargo pants and boxers pretty quickly, all of me standing up right and ready for her. I went into her outstretched hand and sighed at the contact of her cold wet body on my hot one.

I kissed her full lips, surprised that they could be so soft. Carla’s was usually drawn in a thin little line that looked hard and almost cruel. Hers were soft and her breath was sweet. I angled her head and glided my tongue in her mouth. She sucked the tender morsel deep into her recesses and I guided it for better penetration. My hand curled around her breast, squeezing and massaging the plump globe for my mouth.

My tongue slithered around hers, trying to devour her mouth. I pulled her tongue out to play in my mouth. Hers found its’ own expedition topkapı bayan escort in tasting me, exploring everything from roof to basin. She nipped at my bottom lip and pulled it in to be sucked at. She groaned as we fornicated.

I pulled back and looked at her half lidded eyes. Yeah, this was right. I took my mouth to her neck lavishing the column of her throat and the curve of her shoulder. I caressed her breast, making the nipple so hard where it burned for my mouth.

I teased her, lightly biting the under side and licking where she bruised. I took her nipple in my mouth, sucked on the demanding little bud.

Her hands went to my back, creating little half moons with her nails. I liked the way she was acting in complete abandonment. I relished the same attention to the other peak, taxing a different response from her. She arched her back and pushed her body forward into mine, making it impossible for me to think straight. I sucked the nipple hard, letting the bud roll over my tongue. I ground myself against her, treated her far more roughly then I intended to but it felt good, so damn good.

I picked her up and laid her on the towel. I settled between her legs and rested my head on her chest. “What is your name?” I knew I should have asked that earlier, that along with a truck load of other stuff but that one seemed the most important.

“Gali.” She said a bit distractedly as my hand sought out her most secret hiding place.

“That’s pretty.” I responded. I prepared her with my fingers, rubbing her clit. Pressing the swollen flower until she was ready to bloom for me. Her body gave an involuntary spasm, if I didn’t know any better I would say that her pussy was trying to reach for my finger for completion. I pushed one finger into her engorged vagina lips. She was so tight. Only one finger and she was still so tight around that digit. She whimpered.

“Are you okay?” “Mmm-hmm,” she hummed. I took her word for it. She was about to come and I wanted to feel her convulse around me. I moved so my cock was pressed against her intimately. I was harder then titanium. I pressed into her. My head barely got in.

I looked at her, sweat and water had mixed together. Her lips were parted and full; her long black mane had come undone, thanks to my hands and hung sensuously around her. She had a beard burn on her chin. I had forgotten to shave and my five o’clock had done this. She looked at me, her unusual green eyes asking me to go deeper. I pulled my head out looked at her, open and vulnerable. “I don’t think I got you ready enough Gali.” My voice was husky. She was so beautiful and touching her made me feel so good. I kissed her softly she hummed her compliance and I smiled at her. I scooted down and touched her clit. She jerked. She was unnaturally sensitive here. I leaned down and ran my tongue over it just to be sure. Her scream was all the assurance I needed. I hoisted her legs over my head and bent to feast on her. My tongue delved and rejoiced in the cool clean taste of her. I lapped at her like a dog laps water. My tongue going at her until I felt her legs tighten and felt her body jerk as I buried my tongue deeper into her body. I heard her chant, “Oh God, oh God!” Over and over again and I gentled my ministrations taking her to the peak again and letting her fall as she wanted.

I removed her legs from my shoulders and once again settled between her legs. I moved a little into her but I still went no where. I pushed harder and broke into a haven of the tightest most exquisite piece of human flesh ever created.

Her legs tangled around my waist. Trying to make my movements hurried and clumsy. It almost worked. She was almost virgin in her tightness and I was almost tempted to come after my first thrust. I knew that she was like a fine wine, to be enjoyed and tasted not guzzled down and forgotten. I moved in and out of her slowly at first. I dove deep and pulled almost all the way out and sank back in to the recesses.

Her hands ran through my hair, her hips bucked under mine, making me breaking my teasing thrusts and I slammed into her again and again. Her hips moved in conjuncture to mine. I moved faster and faster. Sweat dripped off of my face and body to land on her. Our bodies meshed together as the last thrust sent us both over the edge. I shot load after load into her body. My dick jerking as her body drained it. That was the hardest I had ever come with a woman. As soon as it was over, I pulled her closer and fell into a light doze. I would bathe later in the lake with her.

Ten minutes later I sat up bolt straight. You fucking idiot, I thought. How come I didn’t think to use protection? I’m thirty four, a reasonably smart man. I at least should know better. All types of questions raced through my mind. What if I caught an STD? What if tomorrow I catch gangrene and my dick falls off? Worst yet what if she’s pregnant? The scenarios that where hitting me were driving me crazy.

I looked down escort bayan şirinevler at the sleeping woman next to me how could she fall asleep so easily? She turned in my arms, her hands resting lightly on my abs. “I can’t get pregnant, nor is it possible for me to give or receive an STD; I am the safest being on earth for you to be unprotected with.” That scared the living crap out of me. Can she read minds? “Yes.”

I guess she could. I was really nervous now. I looked at her closely. “What are you?”

“I am a leprechaun.”

I scoffed at that. Maybe I shouldn’t have. “Okay so why are you so tall, where is your pot of gold? Better yet where is your accent?” I didn’t ask her about the green because that was the only part that was right. She looked at me and gave me a get real look. I guess even magically creatures have their on stereotypes. “I can emulate any accent in the world. There are only a few short leprechauns, just like there are very few little people in your world. They are not the norm. They reside with us and we treat them as we would treat any other.”

I couldn’t buy that so I asked instead.” What about the pot of gold?”

“Bah, that was just a game that we played as children, the humans took that way to far.” “What about the wishes?”

“Now that I do. I don’t do certain ones dealing with more wishes and being the most or the best. That is simply not in my power.”

“Jesus, man none of this stuff is remotely believable.”

“Well believe it bub.”

“How many wishes do I get?”

“Two.”

“I thought it was three.”

“Yours is not the only world affected by a stock market and dirty dealings as a result we had to down size some things to. Wishes were one of them.”

I smiled and thought of Enron only on a leprechaun- like scale. “I still don’t believe you. Could you do something to prove you are magical? She lifted an eyebrow and stood. I placed my hands on my knees and waited. To say that I couldn’t describe it would be an understatement. It was like her clothes sprouted from her body and conformed to her body. The gauzy green material flowed from her body. She looked like something drawn from Japanese Anime. Her clothes where see-through only it was barely see through in certain places like her chest and snatch. I was disappointed but I didn’t say anything.

“Okay, Jay, what’s your first wish?”

“How did you know my name? Oh right that mind reading thing.”

She smiled. “No. when you were sleep and a lot cuter I might add. I went through your wallet.”

“My wallet’s at Lincoln’s house.”

“I know.” She clasped her hands together and continued on “So Jay, what’s your first wish.”

“I wish for a trillion dollars.”

She tsked at me as if I were a disobedient child. “I told you, I can’t make that wish. It simply is not feasible.” She was a lot sexier to when she didn’t talk. I narrowed my eyes and stood. I saw her look at me and smile, for some reason that infuriated me. It was like she was laughing at me. My dick to be more acute and suddenly she had became every woman who wanted me because I was semi rich but as soon as I got them in bed they could give a fuck about me. Hell I wasn’t even an average six inches. I spoke my wish through gritted teeth. “I want another five inches added to my cock.” She looked at me. “Are you sure? I kinda like your small cock.”

I nodded stiffly. Then suddenly all went black. When I woke up I was in my room with Carla. I looked at her. “When did I get here?”

She looked at me and scowled. She always seemed to be scowling when she was addressing me. “About six hours ago. Once you hit your Uncle Linc’s house you hit the bed.”

I dropped back down on the bed. So it was a wet dream. I’m not surprised. “Geez, do you always have to be so bitchy?”

“Do you always have to wonder why?”

That made me so mad that that me teeth itched. I grabbed her and forced her under me. I kissed her brutally and ripped her night gown down the center. I ran my hands under her panties. I tore those too before I realized two things. I wasn’t a rapist and I wasn’t in the mood wasn’t even semi-hard. I looked down at Carla, ready to apologize. I saw that she liked this, that she wanted a good rough fuckin’. I could do that but I didn’t want to. I rolled off her and went to the bathroom. “Why did you stop?” She called out. I ignored that. “Does this restroom work?” I said instead of responding.”

“Yeah, I checked it out.” I flipped the switch and lifted the toilet seat. I pulled out my John and pissed. I wasn’t looking at it just draining it, however Carla had followed me to the restroom. “Jesus Jay!”

“What?” I said “A man can’t piss in private any more?”

“Jesus Jay!,” she expelled again “Your dick. Can I touch it?”

“What?”

I looked at her as if she had lost a major chunk of her mind, but she licked her lips and looked at my dick. She rushed over to me and grabbed my dick. I yelled. I wasn’t finish pissing and her mouth was on it sipping the piss taking it all in. I looked at her, my eyes wide in shock. I didn’t know people did this. She sucked my cock before but she never ever mentioned anything like this. She pulled it deeper into her mouth. I felt the suction, knew the piss was hitting the back of her throat and then I ran out of the golden stuff.

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Friday morning began as every other weekday, with Vanya waiting for the elevator in her office building’s lobby. She flipped her long dark hair back as she shifted her large handbag from one hand to another, shrugging out of her linen jacket. She absentmindedly brushed at the front of her low-slung skirt, trying to rid the silky fabric of the light creases caused from sitting during her train ride to work.

She was softly tugging at her tunic top, straightening its side slits when she heard the soft ding announcing the elevator’s arrival as it came up from one of the sub-basements, already filled with a number of people who parked their cars in the building’s underground parking lot.

As she stepped into the elevator, her breath caught slightly in her throat as she spotted Eric towards the back of elevator in one of the corners. He was the IT manager for Vanya’s firm – handling all sorts of computer and tech issues.

He was also a very handsome man that Vanya often found herself daydreaming about. Short dark brown wavy hair and even darker eyes. Tall, on the lean side. Masculine build. Something as simple as faded jeans, desert boots and an espresso brown collar-less button-down shirt looked absolutely sinful on him. The top buttons of his shirt today were undone and Vanya noticed a touch of chest hair peeking from the fabric, which made her stomach do a quick flip-flop.

To make matters worse… or better, they had flirted with one another recently at the firm’s annual picnic and softball game. They’d gotten paired off at the batting cages on the sign-up sheets for practice for four weeks before the picnic and so were pretty comfortable in close proximity of each other, the chemistry between them apparent.

Smiling, she joined him near the back, excusing herself past a few people.

Before she turned her back to him, she greeted him with a “Hey Eric. Happy Friday.”

She was rewarded with a flash of his smile at her and only for her — a smile which made his boyish dimples deepen and only made him better-looking, somehow manly and boyish at once.

“Likewise, Vanya, thank God it’s Friday.”

It made her sigh quietly to herself as her insides fluttered, his voice saying her name in a way that she would definitely replay in her mind later when she was alone.

As more people stepped into the elevator, Vanya was forced back, closer to Eric. Standing nearly in front of him, she stepped back to make more room, but caught the heel of her sandal in the tile grooves of the elevator floor, nearly falling into Eric.

Eric quickly reached out and placed his hands on her hips to steady her. After a series of exchanged apologies and chuckles, a tongue-tied silence settled between them.

And Eric kept his hands firmly on her hips.

Instead of pushing them away or pulling away from them, Vanya luxuriated in the heated sensation they caused her to feel through the material of her short summer outfit, as well as the effect his hands were having on her quickening heartbeat and the warmth hastily spreading through her lower body. She knew she had developed a bit of a crush on him, but the way her heart was beating, you’d think she was the class wallflower being asked to prom by the varsity quarterback!

Eric’s own heartbeat had shot up at the mere sight of Vanya’s lush figure stepping into the elevator. And the feeling of her silk-clad skin beneath his hands caused a slow blood surge below his belt. He was close enough to smell escort bayan sultangazi her perfume, musky and sweetly nutty, like almonds. Before he could stop the thought of “she smells good enough to eat” from manifesting itself in his brain, the bulge in his jeans heartily agreed with Eric as it pressed more and more against his zipper, as if it wanted to reach out for a taste.

At first, he felt embarrassed and meant to let go of her immediately. But his hands lingered, his thumbs brushing her hip bones, with minds of their own. Seconds ticked by and the thought of letting her go seemed an impossible thing to do as he slowly became conscious of the fact that Vanya had not moved away or tried to free herself from his grasp. Eric’s heartbeat increased further as his groin tightened more. He mentally debated with himself. This small taste of her body against his hands made him strangely brave in this public space as he craved more of her.

Slowly, he slid his hand along her thigh, down to the end of her skirt. When his fingers touched her skin, they both gasped slightly — his hand and her thigh both emanating waves of heat. He trailed his fingers across the hem, running them slowly against her sun-kissed skin. Hesitantly, he slowly went up her thigh, this time beneath her skirt, giving her ample time to object and move away from his efforts.

Vanya could feel goose bumps forming over her entire body. It was so clandestine, so pleasant, so naughty, so delicious and honestly sooo fucking hot – she knew she should stop him, but it felt amazingly crazy and even empowering to be touched in such an erotic way during such a normally mundane activity as riding an elevator. Add to that, not being able to see his face drove her thoughts in many directions at once, as she nibbled on her lower lip, curious to see how far Eric would take this little escapade in a public place.

Eric reveled in how soft her skin actually was — he had pleasured himself more than a few times imagining her bare body lying next to him, above him, below him. Her satiny skin against his own muscled body.

The temptation was too strong. He slid his fingers over her skirt, downward again along the length of her thigh, then up towards her inner thigh even more slowly, taunting her extra-sensitive skin with his long digits through the thin material.

Vanya went from nibbling to biting her bottom lip in earnest from the pleasure she was deriving from Eric’s touch. And when his fingers almost brushed against her hidden center, she did all she could to not cry out.

As the elevator stopped yet again and the doors slid open, Eric brought his hand upwards and slipped it under her tunic top, letting his hand rest low on her slightly rounded stomach, just above the waistband of her skirt and slipped a finger under, to feel the elastic of her lace panties — he growled deep in his throat, almost to himself, remembering how sexy she’d looked at the picnic in low-riding denim cutoffs and an old rock concert t-shirt that showed off a glimpse of her tummy every time she was at bat and swung at a pitch.

Once the doors closed again, he tentatively slipped his hand beneath the elastic. Vanya’s heart skipped a beat when she felt his fingers traveling down past her pubic bone until they nestled themselves into the dark curls between her thighs. Reaching her tiny cloaked pearl, he caressed her softly, longingly before slipping a finger between her lips, along the escort bayan fatih slit, taunting her hidden nub each time he stroked the length of her.

Vanya closed her eyes, silently thanking the goddesses above for all the people getting on and off the elevator at so many floors. *Oh my, getting off!* She also thanked those ladies of old for the fact that her firm’s offices were on the 75th floor.

It had been a long time since a man had touched her and this felt so good, particularly coming from such a handsome, smart, funny, sweet and now-apparently deliciously naughty-minded guy like Eric. She kept recalling how much fun they’d had chatting and how much she enjoyed watching him play softball, watching his body like a hawk as he played shortstop.

Involuntarily, her hips began to follow the rhythm of his fingers. But his other hand, still on her hip, deftly steadied her swaying hips. He could not, would not risk the other occupants of the elevator catching onto their little game. Thankfully, Vanya’s large handbag and jacket hid everything he was doing to her.

The elevator suddenly stopped, sending Vanya’s body against Eric’s. Pressed against each other, Eric could not prevent his erection from growing a bit bigger. Vanya felt it between her ass cheeks and it excited her even more, knowing how aroused he was getting from simply touching her.

Feeling her nipples hardening and jutting against the lace of her bra, she wished she could feel Eric’s hands on her breasts as well. But that was impossible in the elevator. So she did the only thing her lust-infected mind could think of in this situation – she stayed pressed against Eric’s front and slightly parted her legs, giving Eric silent permission to continue, if he dared, with his brazen though veiled assault on her body.

Keeping her eyes closed, Vanya flexed her hand around her jacket as her other hand held her handbag in a death-grip as she felt Eric unhurriedly slide his middle finger inside her. It took everything she had not to murmur “More” but Eric heard her body’s encouragement nonetheless.

This was insanity, she was so turned on, so moist, that Eric had no trouble slipping his longest finger deep within her. She had never experience getting so wet so quickly, she swallowed hard as her body convulsed around Eric’s finger.

At first, he kept his finger inside without moving, letting her adjust to the sensual invasion. Slowly, he began to thrust it in and out. With long and deep strokes, her wetness eased him further and further into her body. Eric’s cock felt incredibly neglected but that didn’t stop it from hardening additionally, the man’s eyes closing momentarily as he took in the sensation of the warm heat of the woman before him.

Trying to move nonchalantly and not bring attention to herself, Vanya lazily draped her jacket over her arm holding her bag. She let her other arm fall slowly to her side, brushing it against Eric’s arm and grabbed his muscular thigh in silent ecstasy.

Vanya’s grip on his thigh both excited and encouraged Eric and the way she was reacting to his touch made him feel like his heart and his groin would both burst. He really wanted to please her, he was enjoying her body’s reactions and imagined what sort of reaction he’d be able to coax out of her somewhere more private. Once deep inside her again, he caressed her interior walls, trying to reach and massage her G-spot, knowing full well that he’d found it when her escort bayan etiler fingernails drove into the muscled flesh of his thigh. Eric resumed his thrusts, sliding in and out of her heat deeper and faster.

But then he suddenly slid out of her hot contours to caress her hidden nub with his wet finger. Vanya could feel a deep moan of frustration wanting to erupt from her throat. She flexed her neck from right to left and sighed loudly as though she were just trying to release some commuting-to-work tension.

And did she need to release some tension! She felt as well as heard Eric chuckle softly in her ear at her play-acting — that husky laugh of his did unnatural things to her, it made her shudder in frustration that just his voice and hand could undo her this way, this quickly. His nose softly brushed up the length of her neck. She could heard his amusement, realizing how badly he wanted to push free Vanya’s vocal reaction from her lips, knowing that he was responsible for driving her towards the edge.

In a decidedly sensual, but cruel manner, Vanya discreetly swayed her ass against Eric’s crotch to share her frustrations with him. She felt a small bit of satisfaction when she felt the sinewy muscles of his arm flex against her and then felt the sharp intake of breath near her ear. What she did not expect were the two fingers he thrust into her in one deliberate move — she barely managed to hide her surprised gasp behind a quick cough.

Immediately, Eric felt her inner muscles contract around his fingers and he waited before continuing. He knew she was reaching her climax and there weren’t that many floors left before arriving at their office. He put his thumb on her quickly swelling pearl and again began to slide in and out of her, trying to brush her G-spot with his knuckles.

When she began trembling, Vanya lowered her head as she raised her jacket to her face, brushing her fingers against her eyes, as though massaging away a slight headache, huffing out a stuttered breathe. Eric increased his speed until he could feel her shake.

Eric felt her hand tighten on his thigh almost painfully, her nails trying to gain purchase in his flesh as her knees weakened slightly. She managed to climax in silence, head down with every muscle fighting against the tortuously heady sensations plucking at every nerve ending in her body that wanted to make her scream out her bliss.

Slowly sliding his fingers out, he let his hand rest on the curls below her stomach for a few seconds before removing his fingers from her panties. While they both recovered and regrouped, he rested his warm palm on her stomach, caressing her skin, lazily drawing circles around her belly button.

Vanya sensually dragged her fingernails along his forearm, in silent thanks and in sympathy for his own very apparent, to her, condition. Her face was flushed after Eric’s attentions and she could still feel his erection against her as she thought about how he’d satisfied her, but hadn’t gotten himself off.

The elevator dinged once more as its doors opened onto their office floor. Vanya straightened her outfit and pushed her damp bangs off her forehead as she stepped off. Turning slightly, she watched as Eric stepped out and reach for his cell phone from its case on his belt and strategically placed in front of a rather protruding part of his anatomy. He winked at Vanya as he raised his free hand to his lips and quickly licked and kissed the tip of his middle finger before turning his attention back to his phone as he headed towards his office.

Vanya strolled away in the opposite direction, swaying slowly as she took some deep breathes to compose herself, her mind on Eric.

She was really going to have to figure out a way to thank him properly…

… to be continued…

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Episode 3: Oh Wendy!

Once J was awake, he showered, ate breakfast and headed out the door to grab a cup of cappuccino. He decided to stop at the same coffee shop that he was in just two days prior.

Two days before, J had met a beautiful, older, blond at that same coffee shop. She had approached J and introduced herself as Jane and the two were locked into a small conversation that was quick to grow into a sexually tensed moment where the two decided to go back to J’s penthouse suite where they made love throughout the night. The next morning J awoke alone on the hard floor with a back ache.

The back ache was harsh and so J decided to walk to the doctor’s office, only a few blocks away from his home, where he met a woman by the name of Sandy. She had been temporarily blinded from an accident and had to wear a black blindfold. J, being the kind man he was, offered to take her to his place to take care of her until the next day, when she could take her blindfold off. She accepted and the two made it back to his home, where they eventually were locked into passionate sex.

Now the next morning was upon J and he desired caffeine to aid him for the day ahead. Setting at a table next to the large windows at the front of the store, he sipped away at his large cup of mocha capachino. Without a care in the world, he smiled as his mind raced through the passed two days.

“”I’ve made the right decision in coming here,” he whispered to himself as he glanced out the window and across the street, where a similarly large front window sat and a mystically beautiful woman stood within the building.

With short blond and a stacked, muscular body, the woman seemed as if she could sprout wings and fly through the air as an angel. She was locked into a conversation with another woman. She exploded into laughter that made her look all the more beautiful to J.

“”Sir,” came a call from within the room.

From appearance, the woman across the street was around J’s age.

“”Sire,” came the same voice from within the room.

J turned his head to acknowledge the waitress as she was standing over him seemingly frustrated at him for ignoring her.

“”Yes,” he asked.

“”Is there anything else,” she asked as she laid the check down on the table in front of J.

“”No thank you,” he answered as his stare once again met the figure of the gorgeous woman across the street. Only this time the woman was matching the stare.

A smile came across her face as she noticed J staring back at her.

It seemed like days to J, as they stared into each other’s eyes as though they were having there own telepathic conversation with a street and two large windows separating them.

After a few moments a large truck driving by broke the couple’s stare. When the truck had passed the woman wasn’t there. Shocked by the sudden disappearance, J turned his attention back to his coffee and sipped.

A bell rang out, as someone opened the door to the coffee shop and entered. J didn”t pay any attention.

That was porno until he heard her voice.

“”May I sit down,” came a raspy, but feminine voice from behind him. The woman was wearing a light perfume that smelled of a flowers. Usually J would hate the smell of a perfume, but the way she wore it was making him crazy.

J turned to see the woman from across the street standing directly behind him with a smile. Her short skirt showed her beautiful long legs off perfectly. Then he noticed that he had been so mesmerized by the woman that he had not answered her.

“”Yes,” he stuttered, “I’m sorry, please sit down.””

The woman walked around the small window table and sat down across the table from him.

“”My name is Wendy,” she introduced by extending her hand.

“”I’m J,” he offered as he reached out and shook her hand.

A conversation erupted between the two and J learned many things about the beautiful woman named Wendy. He learned that she had grown up in the city and after she graduated college early she got lucky and was hired at an excellent law firm.

The conversation went on and on and J explained to Wendy that his father was very wealthy and owned an island, where J had grown up on until only a few days before when he decided he would move to the city and meet real people.

Wendy explained that she had recently came out of a bad relationship where the guy she was with would yell at her and make her feel like garbage. She talked about her parents moving to the country, leaving her alone in the city.

The conversation continued until the waitress interrupted them.

“”I’m sorry, but we’re closing,” she said with a very tired voice.

“”Oh,” was the only thing J could think to say. If the waitress hadn”t came to them, then he could’ve stayed there in his seat talking with Wendy forever. But now they had to leave.

“”What now,” Wendy asked before J could say anything.

J didn’t want the night to end, but what could they possibly do? What reason could J have to invite the very sexy Wendy to his penthouse?

“”Well, why don’t you show me that penthouse suite of yours,” Wendy offered as if she were reading J’s mind.

The two exited the doors of the coffee shop and heard the sounds of the locks fastening as they left. The sun was completely gone and the night was upon them.

A bicycler came rushing through, as if from nowhere and J reached out, grabbed Wendy by her hips and pulled her in just in time.

“”Thank you,” Wendy said as she continued walking with her body directly pressed against J’s, with his hand still placed on her hip.

“”I can cook us some dinner,” J offered as they made their way to the front doors of the large building.

“”Why don’t we skip dinner,” Wendy lightly whispered into J”s ear as the door man let them in.

The elevator ride to J’s floor was strangely quiet, contrasting the entire day, which was filled with conversation and laughter. The tension was building. The couple’s hands were building Aile İçi Porno moisture as the two began to sweat harshly. J”s heart felt as if it were going to explode from his chest. He couldn’t stand it anymore.

The light ding of the elevator as the doors open broke the tension slightly and the two stepped off and onto the halls. J unlocked his door, swung it open and the two stepped in.

“”This is my home,” J said as he stopped and allowed Wendy to examine the large living room with a large couch that sat in front of a fireplace.

Wendy didn’t seem interested in the room though, for as soon as the door was closed she had her body pressed tightly against J’s and her lips were pressed hard against his. Moans escaped her mouth as she was lifted up by J”s arms and carried to the couch.

Wendy could feel a large growth coming from the crotch of J’s pants as he sat her down on her feet in front of the couch. She stepped back a bit and pulled her skirt up above her hips to show J that she was wearing no panties and that she was completely shaved.

Placing his hand gently on the side of Wendy’s face, J leaned forward and softly placed his lips to hers. They softly kissed for a moment, but the gentle attitude of there sexual appetite quickly morphed into there faces roughly kissing each other.

J”s hand slid up Wendy’s stomach and grabbed her breast, sending her to arch her back, sticking her breasts out more. He pulled her yellow blouse down on one side until one of her breasts were completely in view. He twirled his fingers around her nipple until it was rock hard and her panting was increasing.

With his free hand, J grabbed Wendy’s tightly muscular ass and squeezed. She leaned her head forward hard and bit J’s lip as he lifted her up once more and carried her over to the wall, beside the fireplace which was roaring, since J pushed the button to cause the flames to erupt. The heat of the fire was causing their bodies to be soaked with sweat as J pushed his groin roughly against Wendy, pushing her ass against the wall.

Wendy slid her tongue into J’s mouth causing him to push his into hers as she reached her hand down and unbuttoned his pants. With one of her hands she wrapped her nimble fingers around his throbbing semi hard dick and began massaging it.

J”s pants fell down to the floor, where he then kicked them out of the way. Wendy slid down the wall until her face was aimed with his, now rock hard meat. She wrapped her lips around the head and tasted a drop of the pre-cum.

Wendy grabbed J’s hips and pulled them forward as she slid her head back against the wall. She then began pulling his hips forward until most of his shaft was in her mouth, in which she pushed his hips back until her lips were only wrapped around the head again. She continued this motion until J took over and began to fuck her face.

Moans soared out of Wendy’s filled mouth as she fingered herself as she felt the power of J’s thrusts inter her mouth and then exit.

After amatör sikiş a few moments, Wendy waited until J’s shaft entered her mouth again and this time she grabbed his hips, pushed her head forward and swallowed his entire dick.

J threw his head back and screamed out in ecstasy.

Wendy then pulled her head back, with J’s dick completely out of her mouth and hanging in the air again. She leaned back against the corner of the wall and the side of the fireplace and stood on her feet with her knees bent so that she looked as if she were sitting in an invisible chair.

“”Now you do me,” she pleaded with her raspy voice.

Getting on his knees, J pressed his head forward and began tasting Wendy’s cunt with his tongue. He teased her clit with his tongue and penetrated her with his fingers, bringing long, loud moans from her lungs and out her mouth. She then grabbed his head and pulled it away.

“”I don’t want to cum yet,” she explained.

Wendy pushed J down onto his back and climbed over top of him. He thought she was going to place him inside of her, but he was wrong. With a mischievous smile, she hovered her hot slit over his throbbing shaft. She let the tip of his dick touch her wetness slightly, but she then rose her hips back up.

Wendy couldn’t stand the teasing anymore and she got off of J, lied straight on her back, stuck her legs out straight and pulled her blouse down around her hips to show her perky breasts.

J got onto all fours and began kissing her nipples, causing them to stand erect. Wendy’s moans climbed higher, as she pulled her skirt completely off and threw it out of the way.

J slid his hand down Wendy’s stomach and tried to slide his fingers into Wendy again, but her legs were too tightly together. She finally gave up the resistance and spread her legs wide, allowing J’s hand to find her wetness once again with his fingers.

“”Put it in me,” Wendy begged with a whispering voice.

J wasted no time.

Pushing his shaft into Wendy’s tight, wet warmth, J moaned out from the pleasure. Slowly he slid his dick into her as her cunt slowly accepted his girth. Once J was all the in her he pulled back and began pounding her with his dick. Their moans quickly erupted into loud screams as J slammed his dick into Wendy over and over again.

Blood ran from J’s back and it wasn’t until he felt the warmth running down his sides that he noticed Wendy’s nails dug fairly deep in his back as her body exploded into a series of jerks and spasms.

“”I’m cumming,” she screamed out as loud as she could, causing her voice to break at the peak of her scream, turning it to more of a squeal. J couldn’t stand it anymore and shot his streams of hot semen into her vibrating cunt.

Afterward they lied beside the fireplace with J’s meat still inside of her, feeling their hearts pounding from their chests.

Once J was finally able to move he fixed dinner for the both of them and watched a movie while under covers on the couch, where they both slowly slipped to the unconscious state of sleep.

Had he met somebody that he could stay with and be happy? Had he found a person that he might even be able to call a “girlfriend”. Could she even be his potential wife? Many questions ran through J’s mind before he fell fast asleep.

Next episode: Making a deposit.

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This story would not be what it was without the contribution of Tahrima Begum. She wrote some of the best parts.

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Khadijah Suleiman was struggling with her faith ever since her divorce 2 years ago. She had stopped going to the mosque as she felt god had abandoned her when she needed him most. She was always a dutiful wife and put her husband’s needs above her own.

Khadijah always dressed modestly and she would wear the hijab to keep her modesty. But at the age of 43 after devoting most of her adult life to her husband he left her for his teenage secretary. It sickened Khadijah that her husband was able to behave in such a vile way but still act so piously at the mosque. It disgusted her more that the congregation despite knowing his sins accepted him. There was a ‘boys will be boys’ attitude towards her husband’s affair and it made her so angry. For years she had put up with the lame sex, she had been cursed with a high sex drive but her husband could not keep up and she would use her hands or toys she had acquired over the years to bring her relief when her husband was at work.

She was always loyal to her husband and despite her curse she maintained a devotion to her religion and her husband. It was only in moments that her mind and body left her with no option but to release that tension. She was active in the mosque and would often organise the local charity drives. But her relationship with the mosque changed when her husband’s infidelity came to light. She felt like she had been betrayed not only by her husband but also the mosque. Which wasn’t surprising as it was mainly run by Pakistani men, who had always been uncomfortable with her having a leadership position within the community.

Her husband married his young secretary within 3 months of their divorce and she soon gave birth. This hurt Khadijah even more as she was childless but her husband was having an affair with another woman and got her pregnant.

She would hear the worst things at the mosque that he left her because she was barren. She never fulfilled her wifely duties meaning that she never wanted sex. This made Khadijah angrier than anything and only if these old women and men knew how much she wanted sex. She was shunned as effectively damaged goods by the community. It was when her ex-husband and new wife began attending the mosque that was the last straw for her. She decided to stop attending the mosque as she could not deal with the hypocrisy of the people.

Since that day she found herself becoming more and more reclusive. Her friends from the mosque stopped coming after a while and she found herself extremely lonely. As she grew distant from her religion and society she found herself sinking deeper in to fulfilling her carnal desires. She was fond of dildos and vibrators, as she had acquired a few secretly over the years. She loved fucking herself with a dildo whilst using a vibrator on her nipples. She found herself indulging these acts more and more.

She would spend hours reading erotica and slowly teasing her clit. She would keep herself on the brink of orgasm as she read story after story. She would often start on a romantic story but as her arousal built she would read more depraved stories including interracial, non-consent and BDSM stories. She would always come to the idea of being tied and used. She loved the powerlessness of being a fuck toy for a man. It stemmed from an incident in her past, when she was young and before her marriage.

She was going home from university and was abroad a crowded and cramped train, there was barely any space. She felt a large hand on her abaya covered ass, at first she just brushed it off as an accident, but the hand started to grope her ass firmly. She felt the man’s other hand travel up the front of her body and grope her tits through the material. She remembered being shocked; she couldn’t speak or do anything. She remembered enjoying that feeling. Moaning softly as the man played with her body whilst she was powerless to do something. She remembered the man telling her that he would get off in two stops and for her to follow him. He then turned her face towards him, he was an older white man, and he brought his lips to hers and kissed her. And then he got off after two stops, except she didn’t follow, fear and the way she was raised prevented her.

Now she often imagined what would have happened if she had followed the man. As she found herself more cut off from the real world she found herself indulging these depraved fantasies even more. Her choice of toys has become even naughtier and she even bought handcuffs as she played with the idea of being restrained. She also began to wear slutty string thongs and small lacy bras that barely held up her 36EE’s. She liked feeling sexy at all times underneath her conservative Islamic clothes and hijab.

If she ever had a visitor she would make sure that everything was hidden away in a room where she kept all her perverted items escort bayan kağıthane but visitors were more infrequent now as she had spent most of her life in the mosque but they now saw her as a damaged woman. The few women she stayed in touch with rarely visited and when they did speak to her they did with such condescending pity that she hated being in their company.

She found herself being more and more cut off that her only real interaction now came at the supermarket and the building maintenance manager that visited once a month.

George Jones at the age of 67, found himself taking a job as the maintenance manager despite having enough money to retire he simply hated the idea of staying alone in his apartment with nothing to do. The job kept him busy and he enjoyed meeting the other residents.

George would meet Khadijah once a month to survey the apartment and fix any repairs or problems. Khadijah kept the apartment clean and it had a homely feel but George could not help but notice a smell that lingered in the air. George had been widowed for 5 years now and it had been even longer since he smelt a woman but he was certain that this was the smell of a woman. He knew Khadijah was a single woman and seemed to be a religious type so he always thought he was mistaken.

One day curiosity got the better of him. On his monthly visit Khadijah had complained that her conditioning did not seem to be working. George had promised to perform a service to get it working at full capacity. It was a hot summer and he did not want the apartment turning into a sweat box.

The smell would not escape George’s senses and as he serviced the air conditioning in each room he slid a small undetectable camera in the air conditioning. Khadijah thanked him for fixing the air conditioning and promised to show her appreciation.

George eagerly got back to his apartment as he watched Khadijah through the various cameras. Khadijah went through her normal day as she resolved herself that she would not succumb to her sinful desires today. George simply continued to watch as Khadijah called her mother and spoke in her native tongue. There was something about hearing her speak in a foreign tongue that really turned on George. He began to feel a growing obsession over this hijabi. Later in the evening Khadijah began to relax into some loungewear and removed her hijab.

George had spent hours watching her do the smallest things almost forgetting his own life. He was eating his dinner which was canned soup as he watched Khadijah remove her hijab and shake her hair out. He felt a growing obsession come over him as he continued to watch. Khadijah enjoyed a beautiful cooked meal and brought out her laptop.

She removed her pyjamas to reveal the sluttiest underwear set George had ever seen. She looked practically obscene. Her humongous tits were spilling out of the tiny bra and her thong did nothing to cover her cunt. George was stroking his big cock as he watched Khadijah get into bed.

Khadijah was feeling so horny, which was a common feeling for her these days, especially at night. She had tried to keep her resolve and even called her mother to try and distract her but it was no use. She was too horny.

She had always fantasized about taking a white man as a lover, stemming from her past experience and every time George visited that fantasy seemed to be at the forefront of her mind. She did not know why. He was fat and old; he had a harmless charm that she found cute. Or maybe it was because he was the only man she had seen in so long.

She went straight to the interracial section for erotica. She was only interested in stories of brown women getting used by white men. She pulled her breasts out of her bra as she began to slowly tease her nipples as she enjoyed story after story of a brown woman getting fucked by a big white cock. She would never do something like this in real life but she liked the fantasy.

She was 45 and her best years were behind her. She had put on some weight since her divorce and she was content with losing herself to this online world of fantasy. She brought out a small vibrator which she placed against her clit under her thong.

She had it on a low setting as she enjoyed the sensations while continuing to read more depraved stories. She enjoyed stories of Muslim women committing blasphemy while being fucked by an infidel lover. There was just something about the blasphemy that really turned her on. She tried to find non-consent stories of white men and brown Muslim women but very few writers would attempt this.

George could not believe what a horny slut Khadijah was. She had been on her laptop for more than 4 hours as she kept herself on the brink of orgasm. He had been edging himself as he tried to hold off until she was ready to cum. He so desperately wanted to fuck her.

She put her laptop to the side and he saw that she had been reading erotic stories. She slid escort bayan beyoğlu her thong down to her knees and began to pull out a dildo from her drawer. George had a giggle at the size as it was only a 7 inch dildo. He thought she would enjoy his large 10 inch cock if he ever got the chance but how would he ever get the chance. He could not reconcile the slut he saw on screen with the pious lady he encountered every month.

Khadijah impaled herself with the large dildo. It was bigger than her husband’s and she loved the feeling of a big cock inside of her. She fucked herself furiously with the dildo as she had worked herself into such a horny state from reading all the erotica. She finally climaxed as she clutched the bed sheets and threw her head back.

“Oh fuck me George.” She muttered to herself.

George thought he had heard his name but it had been a long night and he was so worked up he thought it must because of his horny state. George watched Khadijah every day and night as his obsession grew. On his next visit George stayed a little longer than usual doing odd jobs around the apartment for Khadijah. Khadijah wanted George to look at the water pressure in the shower. As he was in the bathroom he noticed that the laundry hamper was within reach. Khadijah went to make him a coffee as George wasted no time in pocketing a dirty pink thong from the basket.

He fixed the water pressure for Khadijah and he liked how grateful she was.

“You are such a kind and helpful man, Mr. George.” She said as he gathered his things.

“It is just George and I am happy to help the most beautiful tenant in the building.” George said as he began to see Khadijah in a different light. He wanted to now work an angle to see the slut within her.

“Oh. George. You liar.” She said as she tried to brush his comment away.

“I don’t need to lie. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and it just makes me wonder what is under…well I think I better not say.” He said letting her mind wonder what he was going to say.

Khadijah could not get his words out of her mind. She could not remember the last time she had heard someone give her a compliment like that. That night she could not stop thinking about George and what he what he meant by “it just makes me wonder what is under…” what did he mean? He could only mean under her hijab or did he mean under her clothes? Would he appreciate the slutty underwear she was wearing?

That night Khadijah brought out her 6 inch vibrating dildo. She was rubbing it along her slit as she read interracial stories about white men and Muslim sluts. She slid the vibrating dildo inside her as she felt an urgent desire, one that had to be quenched. When she initially entered the dildo inside of her it was in the lowest setting but that was not enough to get her off. So she switched up through the gears until it was at full power as she fucked herself with the dildo. The laptop fell to the side as she was lost to the sexual feelings.

“Fuck me. Fuck this beautiful girl. Beautiful girl. Oh look at me. Look under my hijab. Oh fuck me, George!!” Khadijah moaned as she felt the most powerful orgasm. Little did she know that George was watching her and licking her dirty thong as fisted his cock to her.

George waited another month to see her. He hated having to wait this long but he wanted to plan his move carefully. The next time he was over she did not have much work but George just enjoyed a coffee with her. They were just discussing books and Khadijah said she loved romance novels. George knew her real interest was in erotica but he played along with her.

“I have recently bought a new book but I am a terrible reader. It is a romance novel and you may enjoy it. If I brought it around next week, would you want to read it together?” George asked innocently.

Khadijah had to admit she liked his company and she had even begun to consider him a friend. Khadijah went to clean her cup as George finished his. She was at the sink when George approached her from behind and handed her the cup.

As his arm came around her she felt him pressed against her from behind. She could feel his erection against her ass and without thinking she pushed her ass back against his cock. He pressed his arm against her heavy tits before she took the cup. And he moved away. She leaned a little against the sink for support as she found herself breathing heavy. Her mind flashing back to all those years ago. She did not know what had come over her as her fantasy world spilled over into the real world for a moment.

George gathered his things and made his way to the door. Khadijah somehow managed to calm herself a little and went to the door to see him out.

“I will see you tomorrow for our little reading club,” she said as George left.

“Yes. I am excited. I am lucky to have such a beautiful reading partner.” George commented.

“Oh George. Please stop.” Khadijah escort bayan esenler said.

“I mean it. You are so beautiful and dare I say it, so sexy. I mean look at that body. What I would do…I am sorry. I will see you next week.” George finished before leaving, he knew that his compliments were having an effect on her after all he had seen the proof.

As soon as George left Khadijah closed the door and turned around leaning back against it. She tore off her abaya revealing her bra and thong underneath. She slid her thong to the side and inserted two fingers inside as she began to finger herself furiously. She was moaning so loudly.

“Fuck this sexy girl. Fuck her. Oh George, what would you do? Oh fuck me you big dick infidel.” She moaned as she felt herself cum in a shuddering orgasm.

As she came to her senses she panicked thinking her neighbors heard but when she checked her peephole no one was outside to her relief. George had hurried back to his apartment but the camera angle did not cover the door and he cursed himself. But he had heard what she said and he liked that she had just cum to the thought of him.

That week George visited an adult bookstore. He picked out a very explicit porn novel. On the surface it seemed like a 50 Shades type of story but it promised some extremely explicit sex scenes. George took the book to their reading club and Khadijah welcomed him.

“You have such a beautiful smile. I like seeing you happy,” commented George as soon as he entered.

“I am excited about our club,” Khadijah said enjoying his compliment. Trying her best to hide the fact that she was blushing.

“Me too. I am hoping it helps with my reading as I have not always been the brightest.” George said.

“I will help you. We will read together.” Khadijah said as George brought out the book. The book started off innocent enough. George read the first few pages and the Khadijah read a few pages.

Mid way through the reading George said he needed to use the bathroom. He had planned this as he wanted to steal another of Khadijah’s thongs. He made his way to the bathroom where he pocketed a purple thong when a thought occurred to him. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock.

He was almost fully erect as being around Khadijah always made him hard. He entered the room acting as though he had forgotten to put it away. Khadijah’s eyes were immediately drawn to it and she could not take her eyes off it. Her eyes were wide like never before and her breathing became heavy. She could not believe that she was staring at his huge cock and that it was out in the open. George sat down as though there was nothing out of the ordinary.

“Sorry about that. Shall we continue reading?” Asked George.

“Uhm. George. You have…Your…coc…your thing..it’s..” Khadijah said as she pointed to George’s cock. George looked down and acted embarrassed and shocked as he began to tuck his large cock away.

“I am sorry, old age can make you forget the most basic of things.” He replied playing up the whole old helpless man act. Khadijah felt a little bad for him, he was clearly starting to forget things. But Khadijah was so lost in her mind and what she had seen that she didn’t question whether it was really an innocent mistake or not as George took over the reading. Her eyes kept glancing at his large crotch as she visualized the big cock she had seen moments ago. The image was burned in to her mind, and she wanted to see it again. Part of her was cursing at her, telling her to get a grip, but she ignored that part of her.

George began reading about the lead character being fucked in a graphic manner as Khadijah struggled to contain her feelings. She continued to nod along as her body burned up and she could feel her sensitive nipples rub against the inside of the lace bra. She began to squeeze her legs together as she became even hornier. She was biting her lips as the story only became hotter and more detailed. She sneaked her hand between her legs as she kept the pressure on her clit. She bit her lip harder as she struggled to contain her moans. George finished the chapter and closed the book.

“I don’t know about you but I am feeling pretty hot after that. I hope you are not wearing much under there. Same time next week?” George asked as he began to take more risks with his comments.

Khadijah was unable to speak as she simply nodded. She walked George to the door but as he passed her to leave she brushed her hand against his crotch. She did not know what was coming over but the sight of his cock was making her lose control. As he left she leaned against the door as she tried to gather her thoughts. She needed to take care of her needs and in an almost zombie like trance she walked to her bedroom as she began to strip of her clothes.

She found her biggest dildo which was around 7 inches but it was nowhere near what she saw on George. She was naked as she got on the bed and furiously fucked her wanton cunt. She was hungry for a real cock but this would have to do to satisfy her needs for now.

She stuck the dildo against the headboard as it had a suction cup at the bottom. She began to position herself in the doggy position as she rode the dildo like a bitch in heat. She could not deny what she really was.

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As summer approached both Lisa and I would be graduating from high school. I would truly love to fuck her but her fear of her parents finding her on birth control and my fear of a broken condom prevent us from going that far.

One weekend we were scheduled for a date so I went to her house to pick her up. Her parents lived in a bi-level house where when you walked in the front door you had to either go up steps or down. As I approached the door it swung open but there was no person. Entering onto the small landing the door swung closed and there was Lisa bare ass naked from head to toe. I asked her, “What would have happened if someone was with me?”

Lisa replied, “I guess they would have gotten a real good show.”

We start to kiss and embrace and she pushes me backwards to where I have to sit down on the steps leading upstairs. Once I sit down she straddles me and sits on my lap with her pussy spread. I continue to kiss her but one hand found its way to one of her tits and the other to her pussy. She must have been plying with herself before hand because her pussy was totally soaked.

I broke of a kiss and asked, “What about your parents?”

Lisa smiled and replied, “They went away for the weekend with my little sister. We have the whole house to ourselves.”

I said to her, “If that’s the case and we don’t have to post a look out of the upstairs bay window how about we gone downstairs to the family room?”

“That’s fine with me,” she said and down stairs we went.

A lot of the downstairs was below grade so there were no windows. There was however a sliding glass door with a curtain over it. The glass door led out to the back yard. In the backyard there was a swing set and behind that a 6′ tall basket weave fence. On the other side of the fence was a neighbor whose house faced Lisa’s.

She insisted that I go into the downstairs powder room to get undressed while she took up a seat on the couch. I went to close the door to the powder room and she yelled out, “Hey! I want to watch.”

“If that is the case then you had better give me a sexier view than what I can see,” I replied.

With that I left the door open while she drew her feet back toward her body and spread her knees as far apart as she could. Her pussy hair was wet and parted to either side of her slit. Her pussy lips were pink and swollen and her clit more erect than I had ever seen it. Since we had already played around on the steps I was pretty hard but as I removed the last of my clothing I went rock hard.

I emerged from the powder room with my cock swinging back and forth. Lisa dropped her legs down and laid flat on her back the length of the couch.

Climbing on top of her I made sure my cock was in direct contact with her pussy but not in her pussy. As we laid there kissing and groping each others bodies I asked Lisa if we could drag this out all day? She said that there was no reason not to.

I suggested that if either one of us felt close to an orgasm, we take a break for maybe 15 or 20 minutes and then start up again knowing that eventually one of us would explode. Lisa agreed knowing her parents were far away and we had all day to experience the pleasure.

We lasted for about 20 minutes and I started to feel like I was getting close to an orgasm. Before we took our break I asked Lisa to rub the head of my cock back and forth over her clit. She did this for a couple of minutes then declared, “Break time!!” I guess we were both overheating.

Lisa went upstairs and got us a couple of sodas. I turned on the television and when she returned we both sat there naked watching television.

When things had cooled down I suggested that we open the drape to the sliding glass door. Suggesting that we could both go outside completely naked and fondle each other, I was hoping Lisa had reached that “I don’t care who sees me” point of arousal. Unfortunately she had not and it took some convincing to get her to allow me to open the drape half way and she was emphatic that neither one of us go outside.

As I walked to the glass door she yelled, “I said no!” Stopping right in front of the door I turned sideways so she could see the profile of my body. I then proceeded to jerk off. Lisa almost immediately started to play with her tits and fondle her pussy. Her public hair was pushed to either side of her pussy lips and even from across the room I could see all of vaginal parts. I jerked off until I knew I had to stop and returned to the couch.

I asked Lisa if she would be willing to get down on the floor on all fours. With out porno izle asking why she quickly moved into position. Getting down on the floor with her, I sat up while sliding my legs between her hands and legs. This gave me access to her dangling tits and pussy by reaching over her beautiful ass. My left hand grabbed and played with her tits but my right hand couldn’t find the mark. I asked her to spread her knees some more and she complied. I found her love tunnel with my fingers and proceeded to push 3 fingers into her cunt. Her first reaction was to pull away from my fingers but then started to push back at them. At the same time I could feel my cock was able to come in contact with her tits. She reached under her chest with one hand while the other supported her weight. Grabbing my cock she continued rubbing her tits across the head of my dick while rocking back and forth on my fingers that were shoved up her cunt. After a few minutes Lisa said that she needed a break as I could tell the sexual tension was building in her body.

As I pulled my legs out from under her I assumed the doggy position. My cock was pointing almost straight down and I asked her to milk my cock like she was milking a cow. She straightened my cock so it was perpendicular to the floor and started to pull. Her movements changed from an up and down to a twisting motion on the head of my cock. The sensation was phenomenal. This lasted for a bit and then she moved directly behind me and pulled my cock backwards through my legs as far as it would go. Alternating between a jerking motion and twisting and sometimes in combination I almost hit the point of no return and I told her she had to stop.

She laughed and said, “That’s good because I have to pee and I could use something to drink.” She stood up and walked to the powder room and I watched her ass checks jiggle until she reached for the door in order to close it. When she started to close the door I yelled, “Hey! I want to watch.”

Lisa turned and said, “You don’t want to watch me pee.”

I said, “If you remember I already watched you pee that day in the woods.”

“I guess your right” she replied as she left the door alone and began to squat on the toilet.

“I have an idea Lisa. How about if I pee between your legs while you are peeing? Maybe that way it will be less embarrassing although after today I don’t know how you or I could be embarrassed much by each other.”

Lisa thought for a second and said, “Let’s give it a try.”

She spread her legs as far as she could while sitting on the seat. Because my cock was just starting to soften but had not gone flaccid yet, I had to lean across her body using the vanity to prop myself up on an angle that allowed my pee to flow and my dick to come close to her pussy. It became obvious that if this was going to happen Lisa had to be the one to aim my cock which didn’t help me soften. “Once you start then I will start” she said. Par for the course, the first stream started and hit her on the inside of her thigh and I shut it down as quickly as possible. Lisa exclaimed, “Aiming this thing is not as easy as it looks.” I replied, “Tell me about it. Let me know when you are ready”

She repositioned my cock and told me to start. I looked between my arms to see where I was shooting. This time her aim was right on and my stream was going right between her legs and into the toilet water. She adjusted my pee stream to hit her right in her vagina. I had finished but continued to hear her pee into the bowl. Once she stopped, Lisa grabbed a wash cloth and proceeded to wash up between her legs and also my dick. Having full run of the house we both went upstairs to get the drinks and a snack and then returned to the basement to watch more TV and cool off.

Once we were ready to start again I asked her if we could do a 69 position. She agreed and I laid flat on my back the full length of the couch. With one foot on the floor Lisa proceeded to straddle my head. The sight and fragrance of her open pussy as it hovered over my face brought me to an immediate erection. She started to bring her second leg up onto the couch and I maneuvered her hips so I would be able to run my tongue from her clit to her hole without either on of us having to change position. Lisa lowered her pussy onto my face and I could feel her tits against my stomach, she laid her head on my upper thigh close to my cock. I ran my tongue from her clit to her hole and she moaned with pleasure. I could feel my cock being gobbled up with her mouth followed by some up and down motion.

Having porno türk spent the whole afternoon playing, enjoying, exploring, exciting and stimulating each other we both knew it would not be long before someone erupted like a volcano. With that in mind I asked her to sit up for just a second. I wriggled out from between her legs, stood up and walked to the sliding glass door. I opened the drape completely so that if anyone walked through the back yard or looked through the fence they were going to get a great show. Lisa did not say a word as I walked back to the couch and scooted back between her legs. She lay back on top of me and we picked up where we had left off but now in full view of anyone that wanted to watch. Lisa’s “I don’t care who watches” switch was now turned fully own.

We tried to extend our sex time but the breaks got longer and our oral contact with each others genitals got shorter. Lisa would ask me to stop and I would put my tongue away and just gaze at the awesome view I had of her sex while savoring her juices and taking in the aroma of her pussy. If I asked for a break, she would remove my cock from her mouth and just caress my swollen balls until I told her it was okay to start again. Suddenly, while we were both fully engaged orally, Lisa yells, “Don’t stop!” I increased the speed of my tongue movements over every part of her vagina and up into her hole. My cock was out of her mouth as her body tensed and she exclaimed, “Oh my god!” Her body shuddered and released a small amount of pussy juice into my mouth. As she started to recover from her orgasm she quickly grabbed my cock and returned it to her mouth. I told her to take it out and just lay there and rest. I wanted her to enjoy the after glow of her orgasm.

A few minutes later she started to move. Telling me how great her orgasm was she asked what she could do for me. I told her that what I wanted was for her to rub the head of my cock through the folds of her vagina and back and forth across her clit. I explained that I was very close to an orgasm but I would give her enough warning to move my cock away from her hole but that I wanted to dump my load on her pubic hair.

With that we both got up so she could lie on her back on the couch. I crawled between her legs as I looked at her beautiful pussy. Propping myself up on my arms she took hold of my cock and started rubbing the head of my dick through the folds of her vagina. Watching the head disappear and then reappear in her lips and then passing back and for over her clit was almost more than I could stand but at the same time I didn’t want this to end. Finally as she was rubbing me close to her hole I told her it was time. She started moving my cock up her slit but as it was passing her clit my first stream of sperm left my body. As soon as she felt that warm wetness on her clit she immediately started to jerk me off onto her public hair. The pent up sex of the whole day was now spewing all over her hairy mound. As I finished cumming I looked at her pussy and there was hardly a pussy hair area not covered with my sperm. Both of us now being fully satisfied, we started to get up.

Lisa stood up and gravity started to take over and my cum started to run back towards her clit. She hurried to the powder room to retrieve the wash cloth and proceeded to “mop up.” Lisa then said, “I’m hungry. Going upstairs to get dressed.” I made my way to the powder room where I cleaned up my cock with the wash rag and put my clothes back on. Once we were both dressed we decided to go to a local diner to get some dinner. After over four hours of sexual it play it left us both very hungry but it also left me with a hunger to put my cock in her pussy.

Over the next few months our sex was confined to very limited opportunities. We either had to take turns or only get partially naked. It was still great sex but not as good as our marathon had been. Needless to say over the next few months I mentioned to Lisa, on more than one occasion, about trying full intercourse. Her response was always the same, NO! I finally wore her down one night and she said, “OK we will do it but I have some rules. First, you have to wear a condom. Next only the head of your dick goes into my pussy and not the whole thing. You have to pull out if you feel like you are going to cum. Last, if you do cum with your dick in me, even though you are in a condom you have to pull out right away. Understood?”

For the chance to even sink only part of my dick into her beautiful pussy I would agree to anything and said “Yes”. The next Türkçe altyazılı porno questions were where and when? She conceded that the best place would be at her house while her parents took a day trip. Unfortunately nothing was planned so we waited.

One Wednesday evening I got a call from Lisa. She said, “This Saturday at my house by 12 noon and bring a condom.” I was going to get my wish. The time just dragged on until Saturday finally arrived. I showered, shaved and drove to her house. Once again as I approached the front door it opened. As I entered and the door closed Lisa stood there in all her naked glory. She looked nervous. Her nipples were erect and her clit had found its way past her pussy lips and public hair and gave away that she was also excited. I moved her back to the stairs and had her lay down. We embraced and kissed as I reached to fondle the erect nipples on her tits.

Lisa broke off the embrace and started to stand up. She turned around and started up the stairs while I grabbed at her ass as it jiggled while she walked. When we reached the top of the stairs she turned right and down the hallway to her bedroom. I sat on the bed in order to get undressed and sternly she said, “Not on the bed.” Lisa went to the closet and pulled out a blanket and spread it out on the floor next to her bed. Getting down on the blanket she laid on her back, pulling her knees up and putting all her goodies on display. Standing there I started to take off my clothes as she laid there and took pleasure in watching me undress. Once naked I got down on the blanket, laid on my left side facing her. Lisa dropped her knees and turned toward me so we were face to face. I made sure that my now firm cock got placed in the nest of her pubic hairs and I slipped my left arm under her body. This allowed me to use each hand to massage the globes of her ass. Occasionally I would run one of my fingers down the crack of her ass so it could find its way into her vagina.

I asked Lisa if she would just sit on my face and allow me to eat her pussy for a while. Without saying a word she got to her knees and straddled one leg over my head as she faced my feet. The view was incredible as she lowered her groin onto my face. Pubic hair, ass hole, clitoris and vaginal lips were all headed in the direction of my mouth. The aroma of her cunt added to the hardness of my cock. I reached up a played with her tits as I sucked her clit into my mouth. It did not take long for her pussy juices to leak all over my face and into my mouth. She became more and more excited but I did not want her to orgasm. When I felt she was at the very edged I asked her if she was ready for my cock.

I didn’t have to ask twice. She dismounted me and went flat on her back. Since I was limited to just the head of my dick in her pussy there was no reason to get creative in positions. She spread her legs and admonished, “Remember, just the head.” I tore open the wrapper and put the condom on my cock. My penis was in her slit as I moved it around to find her hole. When I found my target I started to press inward when she stopped me and said, “That is far enough.” It felt like every nerve in my body was now in the tip of my cock and I could not tell how far in I was. I looked down to find that the head was only buried in the folds of her lips but still on the outside of her tunnel. I replied, “I’m not even in yet.”

Lisa said, “OK then a little farther.”

I pushed again and saw the head of my cock disappear into her cunt completely and she moaned.

“That is far enough,” she said.

I responded, “Just a little more so I can move in an out without falling out of your pussy.”

When I received no response I pushed in just a little more and stopped. It felt so good!!

I laid there with my dick in her cunt for several minutes just enjoying this new sensation. I asked her how it felt and she said it was wonderful. Once I adjusted to the feeling I started to move in an out of her tunnel and that provided more new sensations. My senses were in overdrive with touch, sight, smell and even sound. I could hear the slurping of pussy juice coming from her cunt as I moved in an out. Then without any warning, sperm started flowing out the end of my cock and into the condom. It did not come in the typical spurts but a flow like someone turned a faucet on inside my cock. The flood of sperm filled the condom so quickly and completely, when I pulled out it felt like someone tied a water balloon to the end of my dick.

Although I kept my promise of pulling out immediately Lisa was concerned why I gave no warning. When she saw the amount of white seed in the condom she became concerned it had broken but that was not the case. I knew that was going to be the only time we would fuck…for now.

I asked her to climb back on my face so I could once again give her oral sex and help her to the climax she deserved.

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As I opened my eyes and inhaled deeply the first thing I realised was that I was completely naked. My hands were bound by some soft velvety material to the bedposts. I smiled. Even as he made it impossible for me to move he made sure I was comfortable. Under me were black sheets made of silky satin. Just the feel of them made me moist between my legs. I tried to rub my thighs together, but couldn’t. He’d bound my feet to the end bed posts. I let out a small chuckle and I leaned my head back and moaned his name, “Oh Anthony…What are you up to?”

“You know perfectly well what I’m up to, doll.” I raised my head up and looked around for him. The room was in semidarkness lit only by one candle on the night stand.

“Where are you babe?” I called out to him.

“Now, come on Rose, we talked about this…” His voice seemed to come from the alcove close to the window where I liked to sit on rainy days to read.

“Right. Right..I forgot, Anthony. Come out let me see you.” I said.

“No. I’m not ready for you just yet” I heard the flick of a lighter and saw his face illuminated briefly while he lit a mecidiyeköy escort bayan cigarette.

I smiled as I understood what he meant. I tried to hoist myself up to a half sitting position, leaning on my elbow as I smiled in the most mischievous way I know, “What did I do, Anthony? Why are you punishing me?”

A cloud of smoke poured out of the alcove, “You’ve been a bad girl, Rose. And bad girls always have to be punished. That’s the only way you’ll learn. You burnt my chicken. I asked you to do one thing and you botched it. What do you have to say for yourself?”

I pretended to hang my head in shame, “That’s only because I couldn’t stop thinking about what you were going to do to me. I’m sorry Anthony, I couldn’t help it. I pictured you stripping me naked on the kitchen table and fucking me senseless. I got wet so quickly that I had to stop and attend to myself. I sat down at the kitchen table and put my legs up leaving my pussy spread hot and ready. I was so wet, babe. My clit was aching. I put a finger on either side of my clit and rubbed until I could barely bayrampaşa escort bayan take it. But it wasn’t the same. I closed my eyes and slipped two fingers inside and tried to picture you there beneath the table, fingering me.”

I heard the soft fap fap noises that he makes when he’s stroking that amazing cock and I continued, “I tried, Anthony, but my small fingers only went in so far. I rubbed and rubbed but I couldn’t cum…so you know what I did next?”

“What?” The question came to me in a half lethargic way, as if his mouth was hanging open at my words.

“I grabbed that big cucumber on the counter and fucked myself with complete abandon.” I paused to insert an appropriate shudder of pleasure,” I have been a bad girl, Anthony but not in the way you think. You won’t believe the mess I made. By the time I finished cleaning it up I realised the chicken was beyond saving.”

He stood up and walked towards me. As he came into the beam of light I saw that he did indeed have his mouth hanging open. He was stark naked too and that cock that I couldn’t stop escort bayan bahçelievler thinking about was completely hard and stood at attention. He shook his himself out of the reverie and walked over to the night stand lighting two more candles. Then two more on the dresser.

“You fucked yourself with a cucumber. While thinking about me.” He said it as though in disbelief. “You fucked yourself with a cucumber, Rose? At the kitchen table? God…what am I going to do with you?”

I giggled as he crept up on the bed and moved on top of me. He planted his knees on either side of me and leaned in to kiss me. He took hold of my head and buried his tongue down my throat. I was very conscious of his cock pressing into my stomach and it made me so wet, I knew there was going to be a puddle beneath me before long.

Then he let go of me. I rose up trying to meet his lips but he pulled away, teasing me and chuckling.”Patience, Rose.” He moved down and grabbed hold of my breast swirling his tongue around my nipple as he caressed and pinched the other one until it was hard enough to his satisfaction. Then he switched. He dragged his tongue back up, slightly nipping my neck on the way, to my mouth, filling it once again. He pulled me up close to him as far as the cords would let him.

Then he released me as suddenly as before. He moved up further on top of me and settled himself with his magnificent member centimetres from my face, “Say ‘ah’, doll.”

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– A Justy Visual

Lori pressed the down button for the elevator. It had been a horrible day. She was so glad to be going home. Being a summer intern wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. For hours, she ran around the office fetching coffee, making copies, and doing any other menial task.

The elevator doors slipped open and she walked into the empty car. She pressed the button for the parking deck and the doors started to slide shut.

“Wait! Hold the elevator!” a male voice shouted. He pushed his way through the double doors right before they closed. Lori groaned internally. Why him? she thought as she realized it was Justin. He had been at the offices all day working out a contract for one of the movies the company was making. He had been the most overbearing person Lori ever had the chance to work with. She was constantly running from the conference room to the vending machines to the corner deli to even making an appointment for him at a nearby hair salon for eight hours. She didn’t know if she could stand to be with him even for the short time it would take for the elevator to get to the lobby.

Justin turned to her, “Aren’t you that intern?”

“Yes,” she mumbled, trying to make it obvious she didn’t want to talk.

“How did you get a job here? I thought they hired more competent people,” he said.

Lori gritted her teeth and kept herself from telling him to fuck off and die, instead, she said, “I guess I’m not used to such demanding clientele.”

Justin smirked and turned back to face forward. What a jerk, Lori thought. If all of those fans could know what he’s really like, his popularity would go rock bottom in a second. Lori glanced at her watch to check the time when she heard the elevator groan.

“What the hell?” she said as the elevator came to an abrupt stop. She pushed Justin out of the way and started to press different buttons to get the elevator going again. It was useless. The elevator was stuck.

“Shit,” she said as she opened the door for the emergency phone.

“What did you do?” Justin said.

Lori turned to give him an annoyed look, “Yeah, blame it on me. I guess you’ve gotten used to that today.”

“Whatever,” Justin said and shrugged.

Lori slammed the phone back down. There was no answer. “Great! How do we get out of this?” she said, leaning back against the wall.

“Damn! And I’ve got this hot date tonight,” Justin mumbled.

Lori rolled her eyes, “Yeah, I’m sure Britney will pitch a fit if you’re late.”

“Shut up. I’m sick of people thinking we’re dating,” Justin porno konulu said.

“God, it sucks to be a celebrity. Beautiful women, limos, penthouse suites. Yeah, Justin, you’ve got it real hard,” Lori said sarcastically.

“Why are you such a bitch?” Justin said.

“I don’t know, maybe because you changed your lunch order three times after I had already gone to get it every time. Maybe because you called me ‘Hey, go-fer girl’ all day. Gee, Justin, I have no idea why I would be in a bad mood,” Lori said sliding down the wall to take a seat. Justin did the same and sat facing her.

“What is your name by the way?” he asked.

“Why should I bother telling you?” Lori said. “It’s Lori,” she said after a brief pause.

Justin stared up at the ceiling with a bored look. Figuring they wouldn’t be rescued anytime soon, Lori rummaged through her backpack, pulled out a book, and started to read.

“What are you reading?” he asked.

“A book. You know it has pages with words on it. It usually tells a story,” Lori said not looking up from the page she was reading. Justin snatched the book out of her hands and looked at the cover.

“A Man In Full,” he read aloud. He flipped through the pages. Lori didn’t fail to notice he lost her place.

“This book is like two thousand pages long,” Justin said handing it back to her.

“And no pictures. You’d have a tough time,” Lori said.

Lori found the page she had been on and resumed reading. Justin fidgeted the whole time. Finally, he grabbed her backpack.

“What else you got in here?” he said and started looking through it.

“None of your damn business! Give that back!” she said.

“Make me!” Justin said standing up and holding it over his head. Only being five feet five inches tall, Lori couldn’t reach the bag.

“You’re a dick, you know that? You wouldn’t want anyone to think you were mature for your age,” Lori said.

Justin dropped the bag to his side, “You’re quick with the insults. Too bad you weren’t quicker with my coffee.”

“Fuck you!” Lori shouted and grabbed for her bag. Justin kept playing keep away with it until Lori finally pushed him in frustration. Justin stumbled backwards, dropped the bag, and grabbed onto Lori for support. He fell back onto his butt, pulling Lori down with him. Lori soon found herself in a compromising situation as she lay on top of Justin.

“Dick,” she said and went to get up.

“No, I kinda like you there. Why don’t you wiggle around a little more?” Justin porno seyret said and grabbed her ass.

“You’re disgusting,” Lori said but didn’t get up.

“Well, you’re a bitch,” Justin said.

“We’ve established that. And you’re an asshole,” she said.

“Argh! You’re so damn mean! I just want to lay you across my knee and spank you!” Justin said.

“Yeah, I’d like to see you try,” Lori said and struggled to get up. Justin wrestled with her and she ended up losing. He had her face down on the floor and was lying on top of her.

“Now I got you where I want you,” Justin said.

“Oh you’re so tough beating up on a girl,” Lori said turning her head to look up at him.

“Who said anything about beating?” Justin said. Lori cringed as he brushed the hair off of the back of her neck. She felt Justin’s warm mouth start to suck softly on the skin below her hairline. Lori cursed her hormones as shivers ran up her spine.

“What are you doing?” she said.

“Just shut up for once and enjoy it,” he murmured. He moved forward to the back of her ear and licked at her earlobe. Lori let out a groan. Justin shifted and flipped her over on her back.

“What makes you think I want to do this?” Lori said.

“Because you would have stopped me by now,” he said. Justin covered her mouth with his and forced his tongue into her mouth. Lori couldn’t believe herself as she felt his tongue swirl around hers. He propped himself up to unbutton her suit coat and push it off of her.

“Too many damn clothes,” he murmured and started to unbutton her blouse.

“I’m not going to be the only one naked,” Lori said and pulled his soccer jersey off over his head. She ran her hands down the hard muscles of his back.

Lori let out a yelp when Justin roughly pushed one of the cups of her bra down and took her nipple between his teeth. He sucked on it hard and scraped his tongue along it. She let out a moan as she felt the heat rising between their bodies.

Unbuttoning his jeans, Lori slipped her hand into his boxers. She grabbed a hold of his penis and squeezed. He let out a gasp.

“Change your order now, why don’t you?” Lori said.

“Bite me,” Justin said with a grunt as she tugged on his stiff cock.

“Eat me,” she said.

“Glad to,” Justin said and pushed her skirt up. He nipped at the skin above her thigh high nylons before ripping down her panties and spreading her legs apart. He thrust his tongue into Lori, making her scream. She buried her fingers in his hair as he flicked his tongue Üvey Anne Porno against her. Her hips thrust forward despite herself. Justin took that as a sign and pushed his pants down to his knees.

Lori glared at him as he mounted her. “This better be good,” she said.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want,” Justin said as he rammed his cock into her. Lori winced at his intensity but she matched him with every stroke. She could tell he was close so she pushed him off of her and put him on his back.

“You can get your own damn coffee next time,” Lori said. She straddled Justin and lowered herself onto him. His size filled her to where she was afraid she might not be able to take all of him. She rode him slow and deep. Justin’s face was screwed up with the intense pleasure he was feeling.

Justin shook his head like he was saying no and sat up. “Get up,” he said.

“Why?” Lori asked.

“I’ll show you why,” Justin said as he stood up and picked her up off the floor. He grabbed Lori around the waist, lifted her up, and pinned her to the wall. She responded by wrapping her legs around his body and he pushed into her again. Lori moaned in pleasure as she felt her orgasm coming on. Justin’s whole body was pressed against her and she could scarcely breath. His thrusting became harder and harder until he came. She could feel his cock twitch and spasm inside her.

“That’s it?” she said, not satisfied yet, “I thought you were going to give me what I wanted. What a stud you are.”

“If that’s how you want it,” Justin said and laid her back down on the floor. He pushed her bra up to attack her fully exposed breasts. As he suckled on one nipple, he plunged his fingers inside her. He meticulously massaged her center as he moved up to rape her mouth with his tongue. He pushed his fingers as far as he could inside of her until she came screaming into his mouth. She felt drained, as she lay panting on the floor.

Justin sat up and put his jersey back on, “Well now we know you’re good at something.”

“Well let’s just say you fuck better than you sing,” Lori said readjusting her bra.

Justin pulled his pants back up and they both sat there not saying anything. Lori raised her head to look up at him. He looked back at her with a glare.

“Jerk,” she said.

“Bitch,” he replied and tackled her again. Their arousal was so intensely re-ignited for the second time that neither noticed the elevator start to move. Justin had pushed her skirt back up to lick again at her center. Lori let her head fall back against the elevator door as she felt his tongue slide into her.

A bell chimed and the elevator doors slid open. Someone outside in the lobby gasped. Justin looked up.

“Hey Britney, sorry I’m late, I’ll be back down in a minute,” Justin said as he reached up, pushed the “Close Door” button, and returned to his business.

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I stopped at the grocery store to pick up some ice cream. I ran in, thinking that it would only be a minute. Paying no attention to the fellow shoppers, I started over to the frozen section. I noticed a guy looking at me. I smiled at the thought of someone eyeing me, but thought nothing of it. When the guy in front of me turned around to sniff me; I felt that something was off. Discreetly trying to see if my deodorant had stopped working, I walked around him.

Moving through the frozen foods section, another guy winked at me. That had me checking my reflection in the freezer glass. Everything was fine. My hair was in place, and my makeup was doing its magic

Puzzled, I walked over to the ice cream section. I was reaching for the pint of double chocolate chip that was hiding from me when I felt a touch on my arm. I looked into a set of the most wonderful dark blue eyes and dark hair. His tight, faded jeans and sports jersey covered a lean build. He was a lot taller than me and naughty thoughts about size differences flew through my head. Stifling a giggle, I moved over a half step.

Leaning slightly toward me, he said in a low voice, “Hello, I am going to fuck you.”

“Excuse me?” I asked, thinking I must have heard him wrong. Surely he didn’t say THAT, did he?

“You’ve got it.”

His finger moved to touch my bottom lip. I could feel my nipples instantly harden and moisture begin just from that touch. It had been so long since I had made love, being single and working long hours didn’t help either. I wanted him right then so bad that I could taste it. A stranger, crazy, or weirdo he may be, but I wanted him.

“Got what?” Thoughts of flinging him to the floor of the store float through my head.

“It’s the scent. A man can tell when a woman needs to be fucked. I have never smelled any stronger than yours. I know I can help you. Are you willing to let me?”

His finger, finished with my lip, slipped into my mouth. I sucked lightly on it, surprising myself.

I nodded my head in answer. This man could have asked me to lie down right there and I would have. A scent? My scent? I never knew there was such a thing. Not sure that this wasn’t just a pick up line, I dismissed that thought. Who cared really?

He took my hand and led me from the store.

Heads turned, as we passed other guys. I could see that they were staring at me. Could what he said be true? Leading me to the car, my thoughts raced through my head. Could I really fuck a stranger?

“Wait,” şişli escort bayan I said, as he opened the door, “maybe this isn’t a great idea…”

Without a word he pushed me in and shut the door. He moved rapidly around to the driver’s side and got in. Putting in the keys and starting the engine, he turned to me, “You are mine to fuck. Know it and accept it.”

Just those words and my legs trembled. Was I going to be his Fuck? I certainly hoped so. He reached over and raised my shirt just enough to reach my breast. My stomach clenched with the bolt of heat that came from his touch. I could feel my panties become wet instantly. Squeezing my legs together, I tried not to let what was happening show. He turned to look at me. He knew what was happening to me.

He pinched my nipple and smiled. I couldn’t hold back a moan.

“We are close to my house.” His fingers kept up their pressure. “I ‘m going to fuck you jelly legged, babe.”

I wanted that to be true. I lifted his hand and placed his finger to my mouth. Using my tongue, I licked the end and sucked it slowly into my mouth. He jumped slightly, and we swerved on the road. Thinking of nothing but the feelings flowing through me, I could have cared not if we had wrecked. I was beyond reason. My teeth nipped his finger as I slowly removed it from my mouth.

I leaned over toward the driver’s side. The console was pressing into my stomach as I ran my hands up his arm and down his chest. His muscles were hard under my hand. I could feel his breathing quicken. Placing my lips near his ear, I used my tongue to flick the bottom of his lobe and whispered softly, “You sure you can handle it?”

“Damn straight,” he said as he turned quickly into a driveway. Slamming the car into park and leaping out, he had my door open before I had even made it back to my seat.

He grabbed my hand, saying not a word as we headed for the door. He shoved me inside and slammed the door. His hands cupped the back of my neck as he kissed me, his tongue seeking mine. My hands moved up his back, lifted his shirt and lightly scraped his back with my nails.

Jerking his mouth away, he grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it off. My lacy bra strained against swollen breasts. He pulled me to him to kiss and lick my neck. The heat of his tongue had me tilting my head so he could do more. Kissing his way to my breasts, he took one of my nipples into his mouth.

My nipples were rock hard with excitement, bağcılar escort bayan poking through my bra. His lips sucked one little pebble into his mouth, nipping it with his teeth. Soft kisses eased the sting. He flicked the clasp open with his fingers. Without moving his mouth from my nipple, he slid the bra off. He molded my tits in his hands as he alternated between nipples with his mouth.

Moaning loudly, I cupped his head in my hands and held him where he was. I could feel myself getting wetter, soaking my panties. Stepping back, he pushed my pants down, then hooked his thumbs into the sides of my panties. He pushed them both off and helped me step out of them as I kicked off my shoes.

Grabbing his shirt to remove it, his hands covered mine. Together we ripped it over his head and threw it to the floor. Kissing my way down his chest, I stopped to suck gently on his nipples. I could feel him jump as I moved down to cup the bulge that was straining there. I unbuttoned his fly, freeing him. His cock moved in the air as I did.. He had worn nothing under those tight jeans.

He kicked off his shoes and jeans in one swoop. I dropped to my knees to lick the pre cum that was slowly coming out. My tongue swirled over the head. My hands stroked him, moving to cup his sac as I took him in my mouth. Grabbing the back of my head, he started to move, fucking my face, not crudely, but slowly, making growling sounds as he moved.

He left my mouth, pulling me up until I leaned against the wall. Making his way down my body, licking and kissing my stomach and thighs as he did. He moved his hands everywhere, stroking and spreading my ass, opening me wide. His mouth moved to my clit, his tongue stroking and attacking me. My legs lost all strength as he held me up in his warm hands. I was unable to control myself. I pushed against his mouth. The sensations bombarded me as raw nerves reacted to every touch. I couldn’t help the protest that erupted from my mouth when he stopped and stood up, leaving me hanging.

Grabbing my hand, he led me into his bedroom. I only had time to see a huge bed before he picked me up as if I weighed nothing. He laid me on the bed and covered me with his hard body. His lips met mine, and I could taste myself as his tongue once again dueled mine. As we kissed, I rubbed my hands over his back and down to clutch his ass, trying to pull him inside me. I needed him NOW!

Thank whomever you like. His dick acted like it escort bayan zeytinburnu had a mind of its own. It slipped inside me, stretching me. Grabbing my hips he started to move. I dug my feet into the bed. I needed the support and balance to move in tandem with him. Those glorious feelings were returning. With every stroke he made, it pushed me closer to my edge. With a loud grunt he pulled out of me and stood up. I couldn’t believe that he stopped. I lay there for a moment, my whole body throbbing with want.

He pulled me off the bed and turned me around. Getting the message, I climbed back on the bed and onto my knees, offering myself to him. Rubbing the head of his dick on my clit for a moment, he then pushed deep into me, making me wince. There was a touch of pain. This was deeper than he had been in before. He stopped for a moment, letting me get used to it. Rubbing my ass, kneading it, he finally stroked slowly. Soft thrusts as his hands held my hips.

Unable to stop myself, I pushed back, wanting the movements. He started thrusting harder, making my breasts swing from the force. Leaning down on one arm, I let my breasts rub again the fabric of the bed, the friction adding to my pleasure. I used one hand to play with my clit as his thrusting became even harder. I rubbed furiously in time with him as he started to groan.

Seeing me touch myself, he whispered, “Oh yea, play with it baby.”

Like I needed any encouragement. I was close…so close. He suddenly gripped me hard enough to bruise and moved so fast he was almost a blur. Knowing the end was near, I rubbed even harder wanting to cum, needing to, and exploded. Unable to stop myself, and uncaring if anyone heard, I screamed; “Oh God…Oh God…”

Leaning down, he nipped the back of my neck. “No, not him, its all me,” he growled.

Moaning, and uttering words that were incoherent, he pushed deeply into me, holding me close as his own orgasm began. I could feel his dick jump as he shot into me. As soon as his hold relaxed and he pulled back, I collapsed face down on the bed.

The bed shifted as he crawled up beside me. Turning my head, I saw he looked as worn out as I felt. I gave him a sly grin, “That was the best pick up line I ever heard.”

“I had hoped it would work. It seemed the right thing to say.”

“You caught me in the right mood. But now, you have to take me back. I still have shopping to do.”

When I return to the store, no one noticed me and all seemed normal again. Wanting to make sure that I wasn’t too mussed, I looked into the reflection in the freezer door again. Looking closer, I could see that my shirt had writing on it.

“If you can smell my scent, I’m ready.”

Laughing to myself, I finally got what had happened. Scent indeed, I thought as I grabbed my ice cream and left.

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She had left in the morning because of work. She asked if she could come back later that night. Well, she didn’t ask but begged, saying she needed more of my dick. I, of course, couldn’t turn her down, especially because I had woken up to a morning blowjob, cumming straight into her throat.

I got ready all alone in the apartment, feeling like I was still in a dream. A girl wanted me? It was wild.

By the time I got to work, the craziness of the previous had mostly left my mind and I toiled away, stocking shelf after shelf and dealing with those shit-talking coeds. Fuck them. At least I lost my virginity.

My shift was eight hours long, leaving me utterly drained by the end of it. As I was walking home, I decided it would be okay to treat myself so I stopped at an Indian restaurant to get some nice, hot curry.

I was seated pretty quickly since the place was essentially empty, save for one couple that was talking excitedly near the door. I was placed in the back, partially behind one of those Japanese screen dividers. Odd decoration but it gave me some privacy which I didn’t mind.

I sipped on my water as I waited for someone to come serve me. It took a bit but eventually, someone rounded the corner.

She was crazy hot. Long thick black hair tied together in a terribly cute bun, tits that might have been just a touch bigger than Valeria’s, and a flowing black dress that served to hide a delicious ass.

“Hi, welcome to Rajineesh. My name is Aanya and I’ll be your waitress for today. Can I get you started with anything?”

She was too beautiful, someone that could rival Valeria. My voice was caught in my throat so I could only shake my head no.

“Water then?”

I nodded dumbly, like I was mute.

“Perfect,” she said with a smile and walked off.

A girl like her wouldn’t give me the time of day.

I sat alone looking through the menu to see if anything special caught my eye. It wasn’t particularly impressive, instead listing mostly food items white people would expect in an Indian restaurant, not necessarily food items an Indian would expect.

I decided to stick with curry, opting for a spicy one. I loved a little spice since it reminded me of home.

The waitress, Aanya, came back carrying a tray of food, probably for the other guests, and a cup of water. The tray was perched precariously on her hand and shoulder, making it rather awkward for her to move. Her tits jiggled invitingly even as she tried to minimize all unnecessary movement.

She walked up to my table and tried to set the glass of water down but found that she couldn’t bend down without slightly tipping the tray. I reached out to help by grabbing the glass from her hand and, as I did so, I accidentally brushed my hand against hers. I felt that familiar shock course through our bodies, making her jump slightly. I reacted quickly enough to grab hold of the tray and stabilize while she stared at me, mouth agape.

“Oh my god. That was quite the shock!” She said after she recovered.

“Yea, sorry, it’s becoming quite the pernicious little thing.”

She laughed. “Do you rub wool socks on a carpet or something?”

Even though she was doing a good job covering it up, I couldn’t help but notice that same look in Valeria’s eyes. Her cheeks were also a little flustered but she rebounded with a peppy energy.

“I’ll come back in a second to get your order. Gotta deliver this first!” And she quickly scampered away.

This shock thing was becoming slightly dangerous. I could have been coated in hot curry sauce if I hadn’t reacted fast enough. I slumped down into my chair. I decided to not really think about the effect it had on her, mostly because I didn’t want to get my hopes up that today would be a repetition of yesterday. I was, after all, still a loser nerd even though I could shock sexy girls.

She came back after a moment, doing a little twirl like she was dancing to a song in her head or something.

“What can I get you?” She said with quite a bit of energy and a smile that could light up a room.

“C-can I just get a spicy curry,” I stuttered.

“Sure thing! Coming right up.” She spun around and was gone in a flash.

I pulled out my phone and waited by surfing Reddit. I scrolled mindlessly through memes and advice posts. As I was doing that, I noticed through the kitchen window that Aanya was stealthily checking me out. I pretended not to notice but felt awkward, distinctly aware of how unattractive I looked.

I tried to ignore it by diving back into my phone but she kept sneaking glances my way and it made me start to blush.

She eventually returned with my food and I was unable to meet her gaze, too embarrassed by her attractiveness to even look at her.

“Here you go!” She said cheerily as she set the tray down on the bayburt escort table

“Thanks,” I mumbled, hoping she would turn away so I wouldn’t have to bear her searching gaze anymore. Yeah, I know, I was a total NEET.

Instead of leaving me to eat my food, I felt her hand grazing my back, only to receive the same shock as before. I spun around and looked at her, this time to see that she was clearly ruffled and hot.

“What the….” she trailed off.

“Uh yea, sorry, like I said, it’s a bit of a weird thing I have. Lots of static or something.”

Her voice was a whisper. “It makes me feel so good…”

“I’m sorry, what?” I couldn’t hear her exactly, or maybe my brain was shutting down as it usually did with hot women.

Then, just like yesterday’s experience with Valeria, her lips were suddenly locked onto mine. Her tongue darted into my mouth, lapping up my saliva like she was hungry for it. Her small, dainty hands groped the back of my head and chest, nails lightly scratching me through my thin shirt and, let me tell you, it feels amazing.

I could feel her hand run down my shirt and onto my pants leg. A sudden shock erupted once more and she moaned into my mouth, which is another amazing feeling.

But I was also in a state of shock. A hot and sexy Indian woman making sexual advances on me was not what I expected when I had just planned to get dinner.

Before I knew it, she was in my lap, grinding on me, ass sliding around with a practiced expertise. I was rock hard, this random lady sucking my face in the middle of the restaurant. I probably would have been more worried if it weren’t for the Japanese divider that created some privacy. Even then, though, it still felt awkward.

Her breasts pushed against my chest and I couldn’t help but get a boner.

“You’re so hard,” she whispered into my ear as she grinded on me, the lips of her pussy spreading through her thin panty fabric around my clothed dick. She was definitely making a wet spot on my pants.

“What are you doing?” I whispered back, my voice involuntarily filling with anxiety.

She suddenly started to shake and I felt her fingers dig into my back. Her breathy, quiet moans danced across my ear. The grinding didn’t stop, instead becoming more intense, longer strokes, harder ones.

Aanya pulled back and her hands drifted up to my face, cupping it tenderly. They were so delicate and soft, a deep creamy chestnut brown. A thumb rubbed my cheek gently. I noticed her eyes were locked on mine and I returned the gaze awkwardly as the intensity of the moment dawned on me.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said.

A bit of silence passed. I probably shouldn’t have been as shocked as I was given the circumstances and the events of yesterday (she was still sitting in my lap, after all) but, for some reason, it still totally caught me off guard.

“Here?” I asked stupidly.

She pursed her lips, full and dark but didn’t answer. Instead, her actions spoke for her. Her hands left my face and trailed downwards until I felt them flitter across the top of my jeans, where pussy and dick met beneath layers of clothing.

Her fingers tugged at the zipper gently and she was somehow able to get it low enough that my dick, still covered by underwear popped up. She stroked it slowly, soothingly, and it popped out of the fly, thick and throbbing.

“There are other people over there,” I hissed, motioning with one hand to the divider and the voices that resided beyond it. My heart pounded in my chest at the fear of being discovered. And, I mean, at the thought of fucking this Indian beauty. She did have my dick in her hand.

She leaned her head down carefully, still stroking my hard cock, and whispered into my ear. “Then we’ll be quiet.”

In one deft move, she pushed her thin panties to the side and slammed her hips down, hilting me. I went from the feeling of a cool draft brushing my dick to the moist inside of her steaming hot pussy.

It engulfed my dick just like Valeria’s had. I couldn’t help but let out a grunt of pleasure. Aanya’s hand suddenly covered my mouth and a devious glint flitted through her eyes. Mine, in turn, were wide as could be, surprised by the sudden hand that was covering my mouth.

“You’re supposed to be quiet,” she whispered with a smirk.

With that, her hips went to town, bouncing up and down with a mad vigor. Her skirt hid a view of her ass but, judging by the feeling of it clapping against my legs, it was thick. Of course, it was extremely hard to enjoy the experience of the gorgeous lady riding me due to the fact that it was so out in the open. Every movement of a table, every scrape of a chair, every raised voice caused me to panic.

Yet Aanya seemed completely unfazed that bartın escort we were openly fucking in the restaurant where she worked. Her head was tossed back, neck bared, big tits bouncing with every jump as her tight pussy milked my dick.

My heart still racing, I tried to calm myself as she continued to ride me, the waves of pleasure that were rolling through me doing nothing to abate the ever-present anxiety. I took a deep breath and caught a wonderful scent of spicy curry mixed with lavender perfume. An exotic smell that blended with something familiar, homey, even. I could almost feel myself getting lost in it, like the scent was conquering all my senses.

I closed my eyes and leaned in deeper as she continued to bounce on my dick, trying to catch another whiff of that pleasant aroma. This time it was more intense. It felt like I had been transported to another island, basking in it. That is, until a tit bopped me in the face.

My eyes opened instantly and I realized that I had leaned in so close that Aanya’s bouncing titties had actually lightly slapped me. A furious blush descended over me.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I mumbled, feeling like a perv. I definitely hadn’t meant to touch her tit. In fact, I hadn’t even realized I was close enough. I had gotten lost in the moment.

Aanya slowed her bouncing down until my dick was fully inside her warm passage and she stayed there for a second, eyes glancing over me.

Her voice was a sultry murmur. “You want to see my tits? Is that it?”

My eyes widened and I think my mouth even started to gape. I guess I shouldn’t have been so surprised but honestly, having sex was still such a new thing for me that I was sure exactly what was proper etiquette and what wasn’t.

Her hands slowly climbed up her elegant dress shirt, a dress shirt, I might add, that looked like it was bursting at the seams. She undid one button and, with a practiced twirl of the hips, sloshed her pussy juices on my still fully-hilted dick while revealing the very top of her unblemished chest.

Another button came off, this one revealing only the faintest traces of her juicy tits. Her creamy chestnut skin reflected light as if she had been coated in an oil and yet it simultaneously looked dry.

The next button was undone and it became instantly clear that she was not wearing a bra. Her chest rose and fell gently with each breath, the large globes of her tits jiggling ever so subtly.

Her hips started to gyrate on my cock, pushing me even deeper into her steamy crevice. I could feel her juices running down my balls and onto my pants, likely staining them. A chair scraped on the other side of the room and people stood up but Aanya didn’t even flinch. She continued her slow, sensual dance on my lap, tight pussy gripping my rock-hard cock.

The button after revealed her nipples, small dark areolas amidst two gentle sloping curves. They looked so soft, so warm.

She grabbed one of her large, heavy tits and pulled it of the dress shirt. It rested on the portion of the shirt that was still buttoned but likely didn’t need to as it was such a perky, gravity-defying that it could have stood on its own. She did the same with the other. They were massive, but not comically so. Definitely larger than Valeria’s.

The voices of the other guests drifted away and I heard a door closing.

“It’s just you and me now,” she said, her voice a purr. Aanya looked down at herself, at her massive titties, likely unable to see anything below them and then glanced back up at me with a pouty face. “My ex-boyfriend hated them. He always said he preferred itty-bitty titties. What do you think?”

As she finished talking, she lifted herself up to the point where my dick almost fell out of her pussy and then slammed her hips down, cheeks clapping against my clothed thighs. I moaned in delight and bliss. Her pussy was really just too good.

“Oh yea?” She said, leaning down to whisper into my ear again. “You like Desi pussy? You like my Indian cunt?”

I could only nod, a slight feeling of embarrassment coming to the surface at the lewdness of her talk.

“Then why don’t you suck my tits.” She pulled back and thrust her glorious chest out and I realized that they were far too big to be covered by just my two hands. Aanya pulled my head in, stuffing my face with squishy and supple titflesh.

Almost instantly, I lost sense of my surroundings, totally surrendering to her velvety smooth titties. She sandwiched my face between them and rocked her chest side to side. I stayed, essentially motionless, basking in them.

“Aww, you don’t want to suck them?” Her pouty voice returned and I shot a glance up from beneath mounds of boobflesh. Her lips were pulled into a tight sulk, the bottom one ığdır escort jutting out.

“No!” I said, mostly mumbling through boob. “They’re incredible.”

She suddenly did a little jump for joy and clapped her hands together excitedly. This move, of course, caused her tight pussy to milk my cock but she didn’t seem to notice my groans of pleasure. “Yay! That makes me so happy!” Without any ceremony or pomp, she placed her hands back on my head and shoved me over to one of her nipples.

I didn’t know exactly what to do so I decided to let instinct take control and I suckled like a babe on a teat. Her nipple was as hard as diamonds and tasted surprisingly great. It was intense, deliciously intense. I sucked on it like I used to suck on my mother’s nipple when I was an infant, hungry, passionately.

She moaned and then started to shake rapidly, a sudden orgasm descending over her. Her moan turned into a scream and her arms wrapped around my head, pulling me even deeper, tit suddenly filling my mouth. I widened my jaw to make sure I wasn’t biting down on it but that only worsened the problem as even more titflesh found its way in. Of course, there was no way to fit the entire thing in my mouth but it was enough that it became slightly uncomfortable, albeit still terribly hot.

She continued to scream and shake, still impaled on my dick. “Oh my fucking God! Oh shit!” she yelled, legs quaking. A sudden shock continued the orgasm. I didn’t stop sucking, feeling the nub in my mouth, swirling my tongue around both it and breast alike.

I continued to suck, ravishing her tit. Ten minutes ago I was her customer, now this Indian beauty was cumming on my dick and forcing me to suck on her tits.

She resumed fucking me, bouncing up and down on my still rock-hard cock, but she didn’t release me from her titties. Instead she mashed my face even more into them as her silky pussy milked my dick.

“Your dick is so good! How can it make me feel like this!”

I lifted both hands and grabbed ahold of her big, heavy boobs as she worked my duck, gyrating her hips at all the right moments to set me ablaze. And set me ablaze it did.

Her fat ass cheeks clapped loudly against my legs. I vaguely wondered if there was anyone in the back room but Aanya acted like she didn’t care so I figured I would follow suit.

“Fuck me like you own me!” She yelled. “Fuck me hard, baby!”

Her bouncing increased in both speed and intensity, washing me in the euphoric pleasure of her clenched and damp pussy. It was nothing like I had ever felt before and with her considerable tits in my mouth, I was approaching an orgasm quickly. I dug my fingers into her soft titflesh and suckled harder, creating another shock that caused her quake but did not slow down her relentless humping.

Pressure built in my balls, just like it had with Valeria, although this time it was in exotic Desi pussy and, boy, let me tell you, did it have a different feel. It had such a zest to it, an almost spiciness.

“Cum in me! Fill me up with your cum!” She yelled even louder than before.

Aanya leaned down into me, smothering me in titties and pounded me as hard as she could, her velvety insides milking me for all I was worth. The pressure continued to build with each and every clap.

I gripped her tits harder than before, trying to hold in my cum, the rough grip causing her to moan even more which did little to help prolong the coming orgasm. Instead she reached a fever pitch, leaning on top of me and lifting her ass so with every bounce that my dick would almost fall out before it came crashing back down.

“I’m gonna cum,” I warned, feeling both euphoric and awkward about the fact that her sweet Desi pussy was now going to be filled with my white NEET cum.

“Do it, baby!”

She came down especially hard and I came. I fucking came. My body convulsed as I squirted rope after rope into her pussy. Wracked with pleasure, I squirmed and shook and in my chair.

It was amazing.

It was incredible.

I could feel my dirty seed filling up her gorgeous cunt. I moaned into her tits, her nipple lodged firmly in my mouth.

Just as my orgasm was subsiding, she hopped off my cock, pulling her wonderful boobs away from my hungry mouth, and plopped onto the floor. Her mouth opened wide and immediately settled over the head of my cock, perfect lips forming a seal over my bulbous cockhead as she sucked gently, careful not to go too hard as I was still sensitive.

Her tongue swirled slowly around my head, mopping up the cum, and with a practiced ease, bobbed her head slowly, going deep enough that I hit the back of her throat.

She focused on cleaning my dick just like that. Well, that is until she had an orgasm while I was right in the back of her throat, massive jugs quivering just like her legs were. Another shock has set her off.

Eventually, Aanya stopped sucking and used her lips to run around my shaft, picking up the rest of the cum and pussy juices that she had missed while blowing me.

She finished with one final, sensual lick and gave me the largest smile a woman could.

That was how I met Aanya.

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Geet knew what had happened. I could sense it from the way she acted towards me. But there was no remorse on her part and little concern for me. That was to be expected – I was an outsider and a sex slave with no rights over what was done to me. I tried ask her about Mara. Was she not concerned that the future son-in-law seemingly enjoyed hurting women?

“It’s the proper way,” she explained, for the umpteenth time. “Mara will decide. She gives herself to Grad but he must do the right thing. That is why he whips her.”

I wondered if the answer was that some women enjoy pain as part of the sex. I guessed that maybe it was true of Geet. She certainly didn’t seem to mind the idea of being flogged as part of the play. Soos was quite opposed to it. Maybe Mara was more like her mother and she got turned on by being hurt.

I forgot all that, however, the next day when finally I got some of the best news since landing in that weird, future time.

“She is coming,” Geet told me. “The other one. From the other capsule. Permission was given. She will arrive tomorrow and now she belongs to us.” Geet added, “She is a bad one.” I was left to wonder what that meant.

“But now you will plan to leave us,” she went on. I could see the sadness on her face which was very touching. She was happy for me and yet sad at the same time. “Its natural,” she concluded. “Back to your real place if you can.”

The very next day, Captain Sarah Adamson arrived and I was taken out to the barn to meet her. Midge had already tied her to the mesh. There was a new pecking order. I felt bad for Sarah but was relieved for myself. Like Geet had said, I was almost a part of the family. So I was permitted to sleep inside while Sarah, the outsider, would be left in the barn.

I hardly knew Sarah and we would have to find a way to work as a team. You have to understand, the space program now – or then – is a big organisation with several bases. So, we astronauts don’t get to meet all the other crews. I had heard of Sarah Adamson but this was the first time we’d met.

The most important thing was that, at last, I had the chance to de-brief with someone from my own time. More to the point, we had the chance to plan my escape back home.

I was a little shocked when I first saw Sarah. She looked in a bad way. I guessed she’d been treated harshly – maybe even more than me.

“These people are animals,” she said to me in a hiss. “How operational is your capsule? We need to get out of here as soon as we can.”

I was just so excited to have someone like me to talk to. I told her my capsule was serviceable. We could use it to return home. But astrophysics is not my strong suit and I needed someone to help me work out the flight plan. If only someone could work out how to reverse the trip through time, I was sure my capsule was good enough to get us home.

Then Sarah have me the basic details of what she’d experienced. She and her fellow crew member had left after me in our own time but they had arrived slightly before me in the future. They’d crashed on the other side of the country. Their capsule was damaged beyond repair and her crew mate had been badly injured. He’d been given medical care but perished soon after. It was then that Sarah had discovered how women who are outsiders are treated in that future world.

“I was raped by their men,” she told me coldly. “A number of times. At first they just wanted to rape me. When I fought back, they started to whip me every time and then rape me. I fought so hard they finally stopped. But they hardly fed me either.”

I understood what had been done to her. I also understood why. As hard as it was for her to accept it, I knew that Sarah had been treated “properly” according to the rules of that future society.

“But at least I’m safe now, with you,” she went on.

I wasn’t so sure that being with me would be as “safe” as she imagined. I knew how things worked and I thought it very likely that Captain Adamson would be expected to accept the same demands I’d had from Midge. Sarah must have seen the look on my face because she suddenly looked a little frightened.

“You mean, you’ve been raped as well? The fucking bastards.”

I was feeling a little defensive, mainly out of a feeling of loyalty toward Geet. These future people had a very different culture to ours but, in their time, it was the right way.

‘The rules are different in this place. In this time,” I tried to explain. That was a mistake.

“You mean you gave in?”, she said with a look of hatred. “How could you do that? Was it worth it just to sleep inside? I suppose there was more than one. But didn’t you fight back? And what about the whippings? I suppose they starved you as well so you gave in to them.”

But she could see on my face that it had not been that way for me. I’d found a way to adapt, to survive. Maybe sex was a currency I’d used. The trouble was, as Sarah well knew, these people would take it no matter what. Instead maltepe escort of fighting them, I’d learned to enjoy many aspects of that future world.

And, as I’ve already admitted, I was more than happy for the obvious benefits that Midge presented.

Sarah looked at me like I was a traitor.

“You let these people have sex with you? How could you?”

I tried to explain what I’d learned. I tried to tell her that the women in that household were our allies and might even help us to escape home. But Sarah was so angry that she didn’t want to hear.

I knew Captain Adamson wouldn’t want to understand any of what I was telling her. She was just too angry and, maybe, upset from the loss of her crew mate.

“You let them do whatever they want,” she said with venom. “And then they give you permission to eat in the house and sleep in the house. I guess you just like being fucked like that.”

I wished she could see that it wasn’t all bad in that future world. I guess it was loyalty towards my friend, Geet. How could I make Sarah see that what had started as something horrible had ended up being mostly good? I was a sex slave but I had learned to accept the rules of this future society. It wasn’t right in my own time but how could I judge these future people? By trying to fit in, I’d had some of the best sex of my life.

Yes, I could have explained that I, too, was whipped before sex. It wasn’t simply a matter of “giving in” and letting them have their way. Even when I wanted sex, I could be whipped if the man wanted that. But I enjoyed the sex and, like Geet, I even got some enjoyment from the leather strap.

There was no point discussing it further. I left Sarah to her thoughts. The key thing was to get her into a headspace where she could work on planning our trip home. It turned out that Sarah was an expert navigator. But she would need a clear mind for that. Midge had out her in the same spot he’d first left me. So, she was close to the capsule and I hoped that would help to get her head right.

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I couldn’t stop worrying about Sarah. She’d not handled things as well as me. As far as I could tell, she had gotten a harder time from her captors than me. It was another reason to feel grateful to Geet – and to Midge, too. She was right about being raped and it had affected her badly. And I needed her in good shape to complete the technical planning for us to fly back to our own time.

But I figured that with some rest and good food, and a little time, she’d come good and focus on the job at hand. What bothered me was what Midge would want from Sarah. She was another new woman, an “outsider”, and I expected he’d want to use Sarah as he’d done me. Unfortunately, Geet confirmed that.

“It’s the rules,” she explained to me without much concern. “She is with us now and we have permission. Midge has the right and you know he can do it.”

I still wondered how Geet could be so relaxed about her husband constantly draining his sexual energy with other women. But I knew myself that Midge was something of a sexual machine. It was the leather strap that really concerned me – more whipping of Sarah might cause her to lose all focus or interest on completing our mission.

“Its proper and you know it.” She reminded me. “Midge will choose if he wants.”

Predictably, Geet had no sympathy for Sarah. “She is a bad woman. Since she would not do the proper thing then, for her, it was not good. Not like you,” she assured me with a smile. “You learn and you are one of us now.”

Actually, I did feel like I was part of that strange family with its weird, deviant attitudes to sex. Sarah’s venom was understandable but it hurt me all the same. It made sense to her to fight their men when they demanded sex. But I was glad for my choice since not only was I more comfortable but I’d had some amazing sex.

Anyway, there wasn’t much time for worrying about all that. Pedder came to the house that night and he wanted sex with me. As soon as he arrived I was ready. Yes, I knew my place.

Maybe I was also feeling a little extra motivated after talking to Captain Adamson. She despised me for the choice I’d made but I felt I’d done the right thing trying to fit in with these strange people. Having sex with Pedder was a way to prove my choice was the right one.

But it was more than that. I liked Pedder as a man. And it didn’t hurt that I felt like I had a little more choice with him. Pedder had made it obvious that he expected noting more than a fuck. It felt great to be able to seduce him a little, to offer more of what a “proper” woman would give him. It was so different from Midge who’d simply taken everything he wanted.

So, I was beginning to understand what Geet had said about courtship in that future time. And why the whippings could be a good thing – even a turn-on.

In my room, we kissed and I grabbed his cock through his pants. manavgat escort Once I got it out, I didn’t wait before I went to my knees for Pedder. He was a good lover and I liked the way he gave me pleasure. I was easy to kneel before him and take him into my mouth.

“So good,” he murmured and I felt a wave of pride. I like to think I am a good cocksucker and I felt good to know I could please Pedder, in that future, liberated society.

I felt him getting to just the right point. So, I stood up and, as Pedder watched with his eyes wide, I stripped for him in a single move. I wanted to offer myself to him completely. It was a strange feeling but Sarah’s harsh judgement made me more determined.

As was only “proper”, I turned and leaned over the bed. I wanted Pedder to know I expected to be whipped. If anything, it guaranteed we’d both be aroused and ready for some great fucking. And Pedder did not disappoint. He gave me a good ten hits with the leather strap and I let my cries ring out for him. I tried to focus on how his cock would feel inside me. But I also gave a little thought to Geet – I hoped she would hear my whipping.

We both took our time and I really enjoyed our fucking that night. Maybe its because he is not so big as Midge or maybe its just his skills with his penis. But Pedder once more showed me the benefits of a society where men were expected to learn how to pleasure a woman. I lost count of my orgasms as we both took full advantage and used each other’s body to satisfy every desire.

I knew Pedder would want anal and I wanted it to. Since he’d lost his wife, and since Geet expected if of me, it made me feel good to have Pedder use my bottom. He prepared me perfectly and then I offered it to him. It was a thrill to feel his hardness buried inside my butt. I rubbed my clit while he stroked inside me and I swear I even had a little orgasm as he erupted and squirted all his lovely cum inside me.

After he’d left, I lay in bed listening to Geet and Midge. She was whipped that night as well – there was no mistaking the sounds I heard from their bedroom. When Midge started fucking her, I heard her animal sounds as she took his massive thing. Not that Geet had any troubles as she clearly loved Midge and was happy to have his enormous cock stretch her.

I felt a little “dirty” as I lay there and listened to them. But, obviously, the whole house could hear them. I wondered what Soos thought about it. Suddenly, I realised I was still horny after Pedder. I couldn’t get young Soos out of my mind.

It was wrong to want to take out my lust on such a young woman. But, once the house was quiet, I snuck into her bedroom relieved and excited to find her still awake. Actually, Soos was naked on her bed and not at all surprised to see me. I guessed she’d been masturbating and was ready for some real action.

That night, Soos was hungry and it was she who went down on me first. She licked me so beautifully and had me cumming in no time. I held a pillow to my face to muffle my noises. She even slipped a finger into my other passage and I was surprised how good it felt, not sore at all. The sensations only made me cum even harder and scream louder.

Then Soos got out her largest vibrator and insisted on my ramming it into her. Being well trained in lesbian sex, by her mother, I licked her for a while and really focused on her clit till she had her first explosion. Then I forced the big object right inside the young woman as she writhed around the bed.

Even though she was cumming with incredible force, I had another idea. Without asking or waiting for Soos I took one wet finger and jammed it into the naughty girl’s little hole. It was so tight and so hot that I got excited again. She was cumming so loudly I knew her parents would hear us. But I decided to just “go for it”. I was glad, too, because the harder and deeper I pushed my finger the more it seemed to make Soos climax.

She suckled on my breasts again that night until we both fell asleep. It was a strange feeling to be sleeping next to a woman. But I enjoyed it just the same. Itg made me feel like I’d bene missing out on something.

In the morning, Soos simply got out of bed and left the room, not even bothering to close her door. It was as if she wanted the household to know what we’d done. But I was sure everyone had heard us the night before.

Later, I went out to collect the breakfast plates from Captain Adamson. For the first time, I actually felt guilty about my sexual interactions with the household. It wasn’t that I felt bad about being so sexually active. But I knew I was having a much easier, and more enjoyable time, that Sarah would experience.

I think she knew that, too, because she asked about Midge.

“Just tell me when the big farmer will come and rape me.”

I said to her honestly that I didn’t know. “All I know is, he will come one night when he wants to. Oh, and şişli escort the other thing I know is that his penis is enormous. You’ll just have to find a way to take it.”

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Geet gave me some time to work with Sarah in our capsule. Somehow, Sarah and I found a way to focus on the job. Together we checked our equipment and all the systems. I got to work on re-calibrating everything while Sarah worked on the navigational stuff. The man computer was damaged and we could do nothing about that. But it looked like we’d have enough of a working machine to get us home safely – we hoped so.

It was a strange feeling to be getting close to leaving. Escape! – its what I’d been thinking about for months. But I had been starting to feel at home in that future world and a part of the household. I liked Geet, very much. In a strange way, I was closer to her than any other woman I’d known.

Yes, we’d had great sex – my first real experience with a woman. She had shown me things and made my body respond in ways I’d not thought possible. I’d learned how amazing women’s bodies are. So, there was an intimacy there. And, of course, she’d encouraged me to sleep with her daughter, Soos. Though that was more weird than intimate, I had to admit. I was part of an incestuous relationship that was normal in that society but still felt wrong.

But, somehow, we’d found a way to understand one another. I knew Geet had looked out for me and helped me to fit in. I felt like she’d helped me to be the best I could in that strange world with its ways that were so different.

I knew I had to go “back” eventually, to my own time. Captain Adamson and I said little more to each other than was absolutely necessary while we worked. But the work was progressing well. And at night, I got to stay inside with the family and sleep in a comfortable bedroom while she stayed in the barn, tied to the mesh.

A week after Sarah arrived, Geet gathered us up and, along with Soos, took us into the town. We had an appointment with Doctor Terri and I enjoyed another ride in that fantastic, driverless car. Geet had made an appointment for both myself and Sarah. I got the impression she’d consulted with the doctor who’d decided we both needed a check-up.

Sarah went first and was in the doctor’s office for a long time. Nothing was said when she finally emerged. So I took her place, grateful to have someone to talk to.

The doctor had me strip and she inspected me inside and out.

“Anal sex going alright?” she enquired.

I wondered how she knew about that but Doctor Terri assured me that, in their society, women shared almost everything.

“Obviously, the young man needs to get some practice. That’s the reason he uses you. And I am guessing, but Geet suggested that her neighbour would want to use you there as well.”

I reported on what Grad had done and the fact he’d made me bleed. Doctor Terri looked concerned and ordered me to roll onto my side, with knees to my chest.

“I’ll just pull your buttocks apart now,” she said softly. “I’ll be gentle but I need to inspect you for any tearing.”

I was ready for a woman to touch me there. Until I landed in that strange world, I’d never really been intimate with a woman. Geet and Soos had changed that for the better. And the beautiful Doctor Terri had a very gentle touch. I don’t mind saying it had a bit of an effect on me. For the first time in my life I was getting aroused from being inspected by a doctor.

“Hmmmm. Yes, that looks OK,” she said with a smile. “I am sure you know that the anus can be a rewarding place for sex play. But you should use your butt plug more regularly. It helps to keep things nice and flexible.”

I thanked Doctor Terri. I was still feeling turned-on by her touch. And I know she saw the look in my eye as I climbed down off her table.

“Oh no, Captain,” she said firmly. “I am your doctor. You are the patient. And besides, I haven’t joined Geet’s little club.”

At that moment, I felt like a slut, betraying my lust and my new interest in all things sexual. Thinking about it, it was because of all that freedom that the doctor had talked about. In that place and time, everyone is so open about sex and who they’re having it with.

I hadn’t really expected the doctor to know I was having sex with Geet. I wondered if she knew about Soos as well. I pushed that thought away.

“I’m worried about Sarah,” I told her, trying to keep a straight face. “Actually, its Midge I am worried about. I know he has the right to …well, you know, he can force Sarah. But I don’t know if she can take much more. And if I am going to get back where I belong …well, I need her head straight.”

Doctor Terri looked thoughtful.

“It has been very traumatic for Captain Adamson,” she agreed. “Being an outsider in this place is tough at first. But you’ve done very well.”

I assumed that Doctor Terri had found it even easier than me. Maybe she’d never been forced to have sex – raped.

“I was an outsider, like you,” she explained. “My case was different because I had applied to come here. But, you see, to make all this sexual freedom happen, in this society there are a lot of rules.”

I nodded my agreement. I knew I still understood only half of how things worked there.

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Abstract: Flight Engineer Meghan Rafferty joins an off-world mining shaft crew working in the asteroid belt, but no one told her about her real job.

*

“Why the hell does my spacesuit have high heels?” asked rookie Flight Engineer Meghan Rafferty.

The din of alarms prevented nearby Asteroid Miner Technician Lori Brower from understanding the question. The technician yelled back as her visor locked into place, “Get your helmet on! We might have a breach!” Half of what she had yelled was audible across the room until her visor closed. The remaining half came through the comm system screaming from Meghan’s own helmet held in the rookie’s hands.

Meghan took a deep breath. Patches of sweat made her shear silky bodysuit undergarment cling to her skin around her chest and back. She set the helmet down, finished getting her hips into the bottom of the questionably rigged spacesuit then reached down inside the front to make certain her bodysuit’s rubber crotch access point lined-up with her spacesuit’s connectors. Quickly she raised the hard front panel of her oddly slender spacesuit and covered her torso and chest. She snapped on the locking back-to-front shoulder flaps and felt the suit motorize and squeeze around her body.

It was then she noticed the suit was tighter than any another spacesuit she ever wore.

Damn it! Was it the wrong size? There were no other spacesuits and if she couldn’t fit in the thing, she was screwed. It was too late to run back into the shuttle. The pilots were probably prepping for an emergency separation.

She tried to peer over the metal ring surrounding her neck. The shiny ring served as an interface to join her suit to the bottom of her helmet, but right now it only blocked her view. She tugged down on the ring with her gloved hands, all standard procedure to visually check that a suit had properly closed. The tightness of this suit certainly concerned her. She pulled again. The neck ring was smaller than normal. It wouldn’t budge. She couldn’t see over the obstruction like any normal spacesuit.

“Fuck!”

Higher pitched alarms sounded. The room shook again from another asteroid quake.

Looking at a semi-clear reflection in a polymer glass airlock door behind her, she did a visual check of her suit. What the hell? The view was blurry, but the damn suit had breast forms. She had been in such a rush, she hadn’t noticed the hard domes encasing her boobs and it wasn’t a smaller neck ring preventing her from looking down, it was a stiff collar that the front and back panels had formed around her neck. Normal spacesuits had a wide neck ring resting on the shoulders to interface with a large spherical helmet.

What was this thing?

She looked around and saw that the other asteroid miners had all left. The prep room to the airlock was empty now and there just wasn’t anymore time.

A computer voice began detailing issues between alarm bursts. She didn’t have time to listen to the words. No mater what the cause, she had to don a suit now.

The only technical issue with her suit’s design was its thinner more form-fitting construction. It wasn’t regulation with its thin hard shell and certainly not as rugged as the typical spacesuits she had trained in. But she was wearing it now, she did fit inside, and it did seem to have properly sealed. There was no choice. She had to get going.

“Damn it!” yelled Meghan as she pushed the snug helmet around her head. It snapped tight around her cheekbones, pressed her ears down and finally clicked onto the metal neck ring. She breathed in forcing the click of the air regulator. Air flowed. Inside pressure increased. The articulated joints powered up. And thankfully, the alarm noise now resonated at a fainter volume through the closed helmet.

She could finally think.

“Where’s the rookie?” said Commander Ann Bruno’s voice from Meghan’s helmet speaker.

“She’s bitching about her suit,” said Lori, sounding out of breath from a fast sprint.

“I’m coming,” radioed in Meghan wanting to rush out into the mineshaft. Another quake hit. She knew that the shuttle had to break contact with the asteroid and at that point the pilots would follow standard procedure and just leave if the mining base could quickly resolve the problem. Such alerts either got fixed in minutes or never, requiring a total evacuation. Asteroid miners had to be tough. There was no coddling out here in space.

She took a step and almost fell. Luckily she grabbed a wall. It was hard to look and see, but lifting her right foot up in front of her and pressing the bottom sole against the wall, she could quickly make out the narrow solid heel. She had noticed odd heels a few seconds ago, but these were even taller than she had thought, at a minimum four inches high! What the hell did she encase herself inside? Who designs something like this?

“It’s just a bad sensor,” yelled Commander Ann. “Reset the alarms.” Another quake hit. “We’re bilecik escort OK here. The shuttle can go.”

Meghan took several more steps and finally got out into the mineshaft. The large white metal door closed behind her. Her actions had delayed the shuttle and proved herself totally useless to the crew. On top of that, she walked like a newbie on ice skates. This was not supposed to happen this way. She was looking like an idiot in front of everyone. She saw the asteroid mining crew heading back. She had missed the entire event having spent the time dealing with her stupid suit.

The women asteroid miners each intentionally bumped against her as they passed. She deserved it. She let them down. Her new coworkers’ faces were hard to see under their visors. Only their nametags on top their helmets clearly showed as they all passed: Miner Lori, Miner Tingting, Minor Teresa, and Payload Specialist Deb. Their reinforced mining suits gave even petite Tingting a large stature compared to the taller Meghan, encased in her silly thinner form-fitting spacesuit.

Commander Ann approached, stopped and faced the rookie. “I expect a faster response from you. I’d have you do donning drills with your new suit, but the ship is leaving now and with the hazards here, its standard operating procedure that we stay in our suits for the remainder of our tour.”

“I’m sorry Commander, but this suit isn’t regulation. I mean look at this thing. It has boobs! High heels!” Meghan said all that while grabbing her enhanced chest and then pointing at her feet. She then lifted a foot by folding her leg behind her to show the underside of a supposed pressure boot with its absurdly narrow wedge heel and outrageous height. She blinked when she saw the heel. The thing even had a two-inch platform under the toes that she hadn’t noticed until that second. She wasn’t on high heels. She was on platforms with high heels. So it wasn’t just four inches. It was actually six! She scoffed while standing on one foot grabbing her ankle with one gloved hand and gestured to the raised boot with her other. Both her gloves were slender with wimpy motorization that barely had any of the normal torque levels. The legs didn’t either. In fact, normal suits had too much infrastructure to even allow her the leg flexibility she had just shown. Power in a miner shaft was more important than contortions.

“Look at this heel,” she added, “the legs, the arms.” She lowered her leg. “We’re in a mineshaft, not a bordello. Who got me this suit?”

Giggling came over the intercom. Meghan had forgotten to limit the scope of her helmet mic communication system. She should have set a proximity limit so only her and the Commander would be talking to each other.

“Little whinny bit…” said a cut-off voice as Meghan changed her comm settings. She had thought her way through the menu system of her suit’s computer and narrowed the comm to ‘local.’ She wished she had heard the rest of that statement so she could recognize the voice and later deal directly with the offending asshole. She wanted to punch someone. Was this some hazing ritual for rookies? Was it a prank?

“Flight Engineer Meghan,” said the Commander Ann, “we have been off world for almost a year now and I requested a capable and willing addition. This mineshaft isn’t the bordello. Your suit is. I expect you to fulfill all your obligations. You’ll learn about them soon enough.” The Commander in her husky spacesuit brushed passed Meghan, who had to throw her arms out to keep standing. Meghan’s tall slender suit just didn’t compare to power backed movements of a regulation asteroid miner suit.

Meghan looked at herself like someone had just spilled coffee in her lap. The suit was certainly provocative in its design. Her legs were tightly wrapped down to high heels that made them look even longer and lankier approaching the look of a runway fashion model. She had heard of the miners bringing in “entertainment,” but normally such stories only came from the all male stations, and even then, never from a government-run station like this one. She had trained for years to get here. She was top in her class. This was not the crap she had signed-up for.

She rethought what she had just heard. Did the Commander actually assign her to be a whore? It must have been a statement said in anger. Any other trained rookie would have handled the alarm better. Still the suit was outrageous. Come on. Why have this kind of spacesuit available here?

“Wait Commander!” said Meghan, trying to catch-up, but forced to slow down once again because of the heels and rocky terrain.

“Mic is off,” said her suit’s computer.

“Well, mic on.” The suit ignored her. “Mic on!” Nothing. She thought her way through the menu systems like before, but the options had moved for some reason. It was right there a second ago. Where was it now?

Helmets could read only general manisa escort thoughts and gradually trained themselves to be more responsive to its wearer. She thought vague notions like ‘up’ and the menu system highlighted different text. Another page of options displayed in front of her eyes across the inside surface of her glass visor. Through the glowing green translucent words drawn on her helmet display, she saw Miner Lori waving angrily off in the distance.

“My mic is off,” said Meghan then realizing no one would hear her. She started to run and then switched to a careful almost toddler-like walk. The blasted high heels were not meant for walking in rocky tunnels. She also wasn’t very adept at handling the precarious height even if given a flat smooth floor.

As Meghan got closer, her helmet speakers tuned to Lori’s radio transmitted voice.

“You stupid cunt,” said Lori, “you left your suit’s comm on local. No one’s going to be able to talk to you from a distance.”

Meghan shrugged. It probably wasn’t visible under the rigid suit with its Joan of Ark breastplate, but it was the only thing she could visually convey — aside from doing a vulgar hand gesture, and that would get her into more trouble.

The tunnel shook again. This time it wasn’t the unstable asteroid. Through the white metal frame of the airlock door’s window, the space shuttle could be seen pulling away. Good or bad, the suit she was in was going to be her home for the next week. Then she would complain to Section Command and report this Commander Ann to them. She did not sign-up to be looking like the village slut. In the meantime, if this was someone’s idea of a joke, she was going to find them, throw them into a pressure tube, climb in with them, and change suits. Surely even this mining operation had at least one pressure tube or an air locked maintenance room. For asteroid mining, a suit was required at all times, even in a supposed safe room. Everyone lived in their suits.

She felt her waist. The suit really did a number around her torso. It felt like it squeezed her boobs up into the large hard cups jetting off her chest to the point she couldn’t see over them. She had to turn sideways to see her ridiculous high heels.

“Stop preening girly girl. Come-on,” said Lori.

As Meghan followed her senior crewmember down a tunnel and around turn after turn, she mentally controlled the menus on her helmet display. She thought ‘up’ and ‘left’ and ‘down’ and finally found and selected the mic options. The damn suit’s menu system wasn’t meant for fast comm switching like normal suits. The freaking computer was making her look like a moron. She turned her mic on.

“Mic option disabled,” said the suit’s computer.

Meghan screamed inside her helmet and then noticed Lori looking back from her more capable and larger spacesuit — which looked very comfortable and roomy to wear since it didn’t cinch so tightly.

“We’re at a normal status now, not alert status,” said Lori’s voice. “You don’t have permissions set for talking unless there is an emergency and even then, we really don’t care to hear it. This is your station. It’s a stable area here in the tunnels — as stable as it gets. We don’t dig here, so you and that sissy spacesuit of yours won’t get hurt. Your daily job is to unpack the food cartridges, deliver them, and answer calls. Even a bimbo like yourself can handle that.”

“Fuck you. I’m Engineer level,” said Meghan inside her helmet.

Lori just laughed. “I don’t need a comm to know what your saying in there. Look, Commander Ann has power in the Mining Corp. We make so much money for them, they let her do anything she wants. If you fuck things up for us, you’re not getting home. I’ll flush you out into space myself. So enjoy the next six months.”

“We get a ship in a week,” said Meghan. “And I’m certainly writing a report.”

“I don’t know what your mumbling in there, but you probably think you’re here for a short jump, but we’re long term. Yesterday on the shuttle was the first time I’ve been out of this suit in months. We don’t even have pressure tubes. If your suit needs a new part, we use pressure bags around the leg or arm or whatever and let you change the part in there. It’s all field conditions from here on out. And don’t try to doff your sexy little suit in any safe rooms. This rock we’re on is just too unstable.”

Lori’s large electrically powered gloved hands tugged and pulled on Meghan’s slutty spacesuit. Something was being adjusted and Meghan didn’t know what. She should have pushed the hands away, but Lori was the superior here. Meghan knew she would regret it, but she simply stood there holding her hands out of the way as Lori adjusted yet another thing on the suit. What the hell was this bitch doing anyway?

“This,” Lori said, holding up a little computer pad, “will probably help you cope with your new situation. I would have mersin escort put it on you sooner, but the emergency call got in the way.” The little terminal snapped into a dock inset at Meghan’s waist like a large Texan belt buckle. Her helmet display began flashing through menus and several lines of commands that her suit was executing without asking for her permission first. Her suit suddenly stiffened leaving Meghan standing there like a mannequin.

“Welcome to the Alpha Dogs” said Lori banging her fists down hard on Meghan’s shoulders like a Frat boy ritual. Thinking about it now, Lori did look like a tough bitchy lesbian. Lori gave a dog howl and added, “We’re the most productive mining crew in the entire Corp. We’re actually contracted out to the private sector now. The Corp doesn’t tell anyone that. And neither will you. By the way, Tingting, won the draw, so she gets you first. Your calendar is pretty full tonight.”

Lori left Meghan stuck and helplessly frozen in her sexy spacesuit, standing there in a dark mine shaft tunnel alongside a portable food center — an asteroid miner’s equivalent to a taco truck.

Meghan thought through the menu controls. There had to be a way out. The panel’s of menus and commands continued to flash. What was happening? The flashing gave her a headache, but she had to think and control it. The words ‘domination’ and ‘submission training’ caught her eye. If someone had watched her face, they would have seen her eyes dilate at what she saw flash by.

Meghan knew she was in trouble.

Pressure inside the suit changed. Her helmet grabbed her scalp tighter than any other helmet she ever wore. Her rigid suit held firm applying full pressure on all joint flexers, normally used to help add strength to a suit’s movements, but instead now fought against her body’s struggling muscles. Her hips, legs, ankles, elbows, neck, and shoulders were surrounded in unmoving form-fitted bulletproof airtight space age material. Every joint of her suit was locked. The suit was so tight, it corseted her and she couldn’t even wiggle enough to rock back-and-forth and maybe force herself to fall over — although, she didn’t know how toppling herself would help.

“Welcome to the crew,” said a woman’s voice. A video was now playing in Meghan’s head. It wasn’t on the helmet’s display. It was in her mind. Blinking and closing her eyes made no difference. The woman stayed in view wearing a kinky spacesuit like Meghan’s. The only difference was the woman held her helmet under her right arm like a pornographic version of the Right Stuff. The arrogant bitch talked like an airplane stewardess describing seatbelt buckles.

The presentation continued, “Special options have been enabled to train your brain waves to correspond to your new job requirements. You may not be a willing participant in this, but you will comply shortly enough.” The smile on the bitch’s face really pissed Meghan off.

Meghan squeezed her eyes shut, but the image persisted. The stewardess walked casually across a white floor in an all white sterile world to a white table. What was on the table frightened Meghan. There was a two-headed dildo and some various pump looking contraptions.

“First,” said the stewardess, “as we access your inhibitions and melt them away, let’s discuss your toolset. Rarely used options of lesbian love have been initiated for you.” The woman paused to smile or, maybe, smirk. “This part is still in beta testing right now, but I will try my best to convey the techniques assuming you were heterosexual and therefore inexperienced. If not, this maybe rudimentary for you, but please be patient as we’ll reach more advanced techniques later in your brain wave reassignment phases, so bare with me.” Another pause with a smile followed.

Meghan’s suit stood motionless in the corner of the mineshaft. The lectures continued, hours of orations. There was no sleep, no ignoring, no escape. It was morning and her first appointed task would be that night.

No one else was there. Her eyes darted around in their sockets, but the view in her mind didn’t change. She watched as the stewardess casually discussed seduction and submission and bondage. Meghan was alone stuck in a suit with a computer playing a horror movie into her brain.

Dust created off in the distance floated down the tunnel and passed by her feet like fog, but she didn’t notice. The mine was returning to work. A dozen women had begun to switch from their brief day of R&R to diligently digging rare heavy metals under Commander Ann’s ruthless rule of the Alpha Dogs Miners.

*****

Meghan walked down an endless tunnel sporadically lit with a few LED lights. She had lost track of time. Her suit wouldn’t even show her a clock and out of nowhere she suddenly felt an urgency to find section A3B5E2. She knew it was her first appointment and from what Lori said, it was with Tingting.

Each letter and number of the section code represented a way to divide the endless maze of mining shafts with a regular grid. Knowing the layout made the system easy to understand, but Meghan’s damn suit wouldn’t give her access to a basic map — despite her actual rank, she was treated as no more than a Spaceflight Participant — basically a nobody. Even a cook had more access than she did.

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Three knights, armor shining, crested a hill. Their horses panted heavily in the hot sun, laboring under the full armor of their riders. Sir Aloric, the youngest of the three, had proposed they wear the armor as they arrived at Count Mevenmein’s court. The others had readily agreed, envisioning a grand entrance, but that had been when they believed themselves less than half a day’s ride out. By the time they realized a landslide in the night had made the foothills hell to cross, they were already sweating in what were increasingly feeling like metal coffins.

“We can still make it before nightfall,” Aloric said, taking off his helmet. Sweat poured from his ginger hair over his youthful, fair face. He tried an optimistic smile as he looked at the other two.

“Hrmph,” Gastogne snorted, his anger making his already serious face look dour. “We would already be there if it weren’t for all this damned luggage.” He stared back the way hey had come, at the baggage train trundling along. Two carts, stacked high and heavily laden with goods, were pulled by teams of slaves chained to it like oxen. These were no trussed-up pony girls though. These were labor slaves, wearing only a rag on their head to keep their hair up, if they wore anything at all. Around them were the dominas — loyal slaves who carried whips and urged the others on, and a few squires on horseback. Behind the last cart were another thirty slave girls, shackled and fettered in lines and rows. They each carried a sack — the slaves were responsible for carrying their own supplies. The carts were solely for the three knights and their squires.

Gastogne watched them all with increasing frustration. The first cart paused as it hit a hole in the road, and the slaves strained to push it out as the dominas encouraged them with whips and shouts. “Lazy cunts,” he muttered, looking up. The sun was just past its zenith.

“Come now, sir Gastogne,” the third knight said. He rode at the head of them, and it was his family crest that adorned both carts. Of the three, only he still looked fresh, the sweat on his brow barely a trickled, despite how warm his long, blonde hair must have been. Sir Moldred of House Gyvain smiled, and Gastogne couldn’t help but let some of his anger evaporate.

Moldred said, “Don’t tell me you’d prefer to travel like the knights of old? Roughing it out here, on our own? I can hardly piss without a slave girl holding my cock,” he laughed.

Gastogne smiled. “It woudn’t be so bad. We could paint Sir Aloric’s lips and eyes. He’d be a bit flat, but he could pass.”

“At least from behind,” Moldred added, and both of them laughed as Aloric stared at them aghast.

“I’ll fight you both. Right here and now,” he said.

“Calm yourself, Sir Aloric,” Moldred said, still chuckling. “Sir Gastogne and I are just jealous. I’ve seen the way the slaves crowd you.” Aloric sighed. If anyone had said it he would have drawn his sword then and there, but he was used to Moldred’s bad jokes. Moldred turned back to Gastogne and said, “And Sir Gastogne, why the hurry? Even if we arrive tomorrow morning, it will make no difference. Mevenmein has no knights in his realm. He only possesses an invitation to the King’s Tournament through some ancient decree. Regardless of when we arrive, in two days that invitation will be yours.”

Gastogne took a deep breath and said he agreed, but continued to watch the carts. Moldred would never admit it out loud, but he was more anxious than either of them. Gastogne was a commoner, the son of a charcoal maker who owned only two slaves and who was only able to have a child after saving for years to rent a pureborn from Moldred’s father. He had only been able to afford her for one year, but, luckily, she bore a son in that time.

Despite this common birth, Gastogne was born a knight — able to wield a crest. Uncommon, but not unheard of. What should have been unheard of was how, despite being a knight, the man had still had to scrape for everything. If Moldred hadn’t discovered his talents he likely would never have gained a crest of his own. Moldred fumed at the unfairness of it. In his opinion all men should be judged by their merit, not their class. That a man like Mevenmein could hold three crests and one of the most profitable lands in the kingdom, despite his fallow blood, was an injustice.

Tired of watching the slaves push the carts over the rocky path, Moldred said, “Let’s ride ahead.” The other two agreed, and they took off — the cool wind on their faces. They made it around the bend, before having to once again stop. A boulder blocked the path. Clearly knocked loose the night before, it was taller and wider than the carts. A crew of six cunts were hacking at it with pickaxes, while a short, fat man in a tunic lounged in a chair watching them. A seventh cunt was crouched between his knees. From the faces the man was making, she seemed to be making more progress than the other six combined.

The three knights stared at this, until Moldred finally said tuzla escort what they were all thinking:

“Fuck.”

–

Eve was not dead. This was something of a surprise to her as there were multiple points where she was sure the blonde bitch’s potion burning through her body would kill her. It didn’t though, and somehow, despite feeling like it would turn her insides to ash, she was left feeling better and more energized than ever.

She stood at the cleaning yard, a corner of the grounds near the river where small rocks had been laid down to keep the ground from turning muddy while the slaves cleaned themselves. With a bucket of water, some lye, and a rag, she slowly tried to wipe off the shame and disgust that still covered her body. She was alone. She had ordered the slaves that came to pick her up away. When she entered the cleaning yard she ordered everyone out. A few slaves spluttered something about being ordered to clean up, but they weren’t compelled. Besides, one look in her eye told them she didn’t need a cock to beat them.

None of this would have been possible without the potion. She would have been dragged off by slaves, who would roughly clean her while she lay there, unable to move. A further embarrassment after an already humiliating ordeal. There was a downside to the potion though. The exhaustion and pain had fit how she felt. Mentally she still had the disgust, the humiliation, but physically the only thing she was left with was the arousal. She told herself that was likely from the potion, but she knew that wasn’t completely true. She could still remember the feeling of Christophe first entering her, and though it made her want to vomit, it also made her wet.

Faye dunked her head in one of the larger buckets, holding her head under the water as she ran her fingers through her hair — trying to undo the tangled, cum-coated knots. The cold water helped clear her mind, but she could only hold her breath for so long. She wanted to scream, but there were other slaves and men around. There was nowhere she could go to be alone. Even bathing, she had no privacy. So, she shut her eyes tight, and began to scrub her skin furiously.

–

“Aye my lords,” the fat man said, the belt of his trousers still hanging open. “Rock slide last night. We been workin’ at it all morning.”

Moldred stared down at him. The peasant man’s crew of cunts looked weak and malnourished, skin tight around their ribs. They swung their tools, sweat dripping down their nude bodies, with a strength that would make a young boy laugh. At the rate they were going they would be ‘workin’ at it’ all week.

“We need to get through,” Gastogne said. “We have urgent business with the count. There must be another pass.”

The man ran his finger through his ear. “This is it, unless you head all the way back down.”

Gastogne continued to argue with the man while Aloric tried to soothe the knight and assured him it would be fine. Moldred turned away from them. They had gone over this with the man a hundred times. Nothing was changing. As he was looking back, he saw the first members of the baggage train starting to round the bend. They were losing time.

With a deep breath, Moldred walked over to the boulder. The slave girl’s, seeing his armor and bearing, fell to their knees. He ignored them. Instead, he focused on his chest, feeling the place inside himself where his crest resided. It appeared over his breast plate — shining a brilliant white.

Strength flooded his limbs as he drew on the crest. With a roar, he shoved both hands into the boulder and pushed. It shifted. He groaned, calling on more and more strength, but the boulder was twice his height and solid rock. With his crest he was as strong as ten men, but even ten men couldn’t have budged it further. He relented, and it fell back.

Then, beside him, Gastogne and Amoric appeared. Their crest’s glowed over their chests as well, and the three of them pushed as one. It moved, scrapping over the ground. They yelled in triumph as it inched forward. But then, the boulder hit a ditch slight incline, and settled in place. They tried again, but could push it no further.

Panting, the three knights looked at each other. After a moment, Moldred looked back to their bagged train and roared “Gash!”

A slave girl near the front of the train perked up and started running towards him. Moldred waited. Technically, ‘Gash’ was not her name. Her name was Gail, or Geel, or something like that. Even more technically, her name was Moldred-Gail, as pureborns were named after their owners but with a syllable added to the end. Moldred disliked both of those. He preferred the more descriptive names given to farm bred slaves. Why would anyone ever call a cunt ‘Ann’ or ‘Sal’ over the more interesting, and accurate, ‘Piss-lips’ or ‘Dick-squirmer?’

Gash ran as Moldred waited. She had terrible form, made worse by her swinging tits and the high pendik escort heels locked around her ankles. Her silver hair swaying back and forth over sharp, violet eyes. A series of straps crisscrossed her body — hiding nothing and supporting her ass and breasts. Moldred knew that on the inside of those straps were small spikes that were cutting into her as she ran. In fact, her whole attire was spiked. There were tiny spikes in her shoes just under her heels to keep her from resting. Spikes lined the inside of the heavy iron collar around her neck. She had dildos in her cunt and ass, both coated in spikes that angled down so they were harder to remove. Above those dildos was his crest, branded into her mons pubis. When she finally reached him, she threw herself onto the ground at his feet knees first, pressing her forehead into the ground in a bow. Moldred stared down at her. “Stand up cunt!” he yelled, and she hopped to her feet.

She was painfully thin, her ribs sticking out like the malnourished cunts trying to break down the boulder. He could see that her strap suit had been tightened to its fullest, but it still hung slightly loose. That was his fault. He was punishing her by not allowing her to eat anything other than cum. Soon, he would need to let her eat something — she was starting to be unsightly. He did worry that it might be letting her off too easy though. He couldn’t actually remember what she had done, but it must have been bad.

Gash stared at the ground, but he didn’t miss her lick her red-painted lips. He almost sighed. Gash was weak, even for a member of the lesser sex. Worse, she was appallingly obedient. Even without his brand on her, he suspected she would do anything he said. There were few positive things Moldred could say about her. She was pleasing to the eye, but that was not to her credit. Every woman, whether they were pureborn or birthed by magic, was given a witches’ brew to ensure they grew in a way that was more appealing. It was said that the more work the brew had to do, the more unusual they appeared. With her silver hair and purple eyes, Moldred guessed she had been given a double-dose. But, there was one thing Gash was good for. She was a genius.

“Gash,” he roared again, looking away from her and at the boulder. “If we put all our slaves on that, how long would it take to break it down?”

For the first time, Gash looked up. Her violet irises seemed to sharpen as she focused on the boulder. Her pupils made short, darting movements and he could almost see the wheels in her head beginning to turn.

“A little less than four hours master,” she answered. “There are thirteen tools in your supplies that would be suitable for the task, plus the ones the cunts currently working are using. Assuming average working speed it would be three and a half hours, but the slaves would need to be removed from the carts, then reattached once done. The average time for this is around twenty-three minutes. It would be faster with a cantilever, but that would require deconstructing a cart or finding a tree or log strong enough to not break.”

“Could I move it?” he asked, wondering if maybe there was some angle he could try to shift it again.

“Forgive this stupid cunt master, but it is unlikely. Your record is one hundred fifty-one stone. However, based on the furrows in the ground and the size and material of the boulder, it likely weighs at least three hundred.” She bowed her head. “This cunt requests a proper punishment for her insolence, master.”

“Remind me to flog you later,” he replied off-handedly. “For now, stay focused. I want us past this and back on the road in the next half hour. You know what I want you to tell me. Are there any options other than the potion?”

She paused for a moment — trembling. He watched her swaying a bit as she tried to stay balanced on her heels without resting her own heels on the small spikes built into her shoes. Her thin, weak body sweating in the heat, pussy juice glistening around her thighs where the painful dildos just sticking out of her cunt and ass made her wet. Finally, she said, “No master.”

“Wrack your brain cunt! I only have two, and if I have to waste one here I’m taking my anger out on you.”

She didn’t even hesitate. “There is no other way master. Not within that timetable.”

Moldred took a deep breath. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind she was right. Gash was never wrong about things like these. “Will it be enough? If I use it, it better be enough.”

“It will be master.”

He raised his hand, and he saw her flinch in anticipation. It was a tiny thing, only his familiarity with her let him see it. Too anyone else, she would have seemed the perfect, unmoving slave girl.

He lowered his hand, and rubbed her silver hair affectionately. “Good job cunt. You’ll be punished later for implying my weakness and failing to find another way, but for now you deserve a reward.” He pointed at the fat man, who had maltepe escort gone back to arguing with Amoric and Gastogne. “I don’t think you’ve eaten today. If he will have you, you may consume his seed.”

“Thank you master,” she said, looking up at him with glistening eyes. She sounded so sincere and grateful it was sickening. “Thank you for feeidng this worthless cunt.”

She ran off to eat her meal for the day. As she did, Moldred walked back to one of the carts. He pulled out a chest, and, with a key he kept on a string around his neck, unlocked it. Inside were two bottles of red liquid packed tight in straw. He took one out, locking the other one back in the chest. Walking back to the boulder, he uncorked the one he took out, and downed the contents. His crest once again appeared on his breastplate. As he walked towards the boulder, it began to shift from white to red.

–

“Three. Thank you master!” the slave girl shouted as Eve reared back for another strike. “Four! Thank you master!” the slave cried, the leather tendrils of the flogger digging into her plump breasts — sending her body spinning. The girl hung from the ceiling by her wrists, the chain between her manacles held up by a hook in the ceiling. She was spinning from the force of Eve’s blows. As she turned around again, Eve reared back and struck her behind with all her strength and pent up frustration. “Five. Thank you master,” the slave, Sloppytongue, whimpered.

Eve sighed, and rubbed her eyes. They were in her chambers, a small, bare room of white plaster walls and ceiling, and not much else. A folding straw mat lay in one corner — Eve’s bed. There were two hooks on the wall, one held a crop, the other normally held the flogger she now used on Sloppytongue. A wooden door, knee high and square shaped with a bolt to lock it from the outside, was built into one wall. The window was a vertical slit, open to the elements. There was no door on the entrance. The slave girl’s cries echoed down the tower stairs. The girl wasn’t supposed to call Eve ‘master,’ that was reserved for men, but she wasn’t going to disobey Eve.

“Six. Thank you master!” she cried as Eve flogged her stomach. Red, chafed skin and the beginning of worse wounds already coated her. Sloppytongue was a short, thin woman with olive skin and big, brown eyes that reminded Eve of a mouse. She whimpered like one too — twitching her nose as she cried. It was always hard to say the age of farm-born slaves, but she looked to be the same age as Eve. Not that it earned her any pity as Eve landed blow after blow with the flogger.

“Thirty. Thank you master,” she finally cried, and Eve threw the flogger to the side. Eve didn’t feel any better. If anything, punishing the slave had only increased the pent-up hunger inside her. “That stupid witch,” she muttered. “Healing potion my ass. There was something else in there.” She rubbed her thigh, wanting desperately to move her fingers just a bit higher, but not daring too. She didn’t have a brand yet, so theoretically she didn’t need permission to cum. But she wouldn’t dare it. She knew the penalty.

“Mistriss,” Sloppytongue said hesitantly, tears falling down her face and over her chest. “Has this cunt done something to offend you?”

“You said you had a message from my father?”

The girl nodded.

“So, you left your cell. Did I tell you you could leave your cell?”

The slave bit her lip. It wasn’t really fair, and Eve knew it. Another slave, likely one of the Dominas, had almost certainly let her out and given her orders. Still…

Eve slapped her breast, sending her spinning as she yelped. “What’s the message?”

“You must — Umn, Master Mevenmein says you must report to his slave quarters to be prepared for tonight.”

Eve frowned. She knew what was happening tonight. There would be a feast for the guests. Her father would undoubtably have something picked out for her to wear, but she could use the normal slave quarters to put on jewelry and whatever lace nonsense he had bought from the last trader to pass through.

“Did he say what I’m being ‘prepared’ for?”

“No.”

Eve slapped Sloppytongue’s other tit. She yelped and Eve asked, “But, you asked around like a good cunt, right? What’s the rumor?”

“Moldred,” she said, more question than answer. When Eve didn’t immediately hit her, she continued, “The rumor is he will bestow you on Master Moldred.”

Eve rubbed her eyes again. It wasn’t surprising, but the last thing she wanted to do was spend the night with some brutish knight with a vendetta against her father. It was only then that she noticed she had been running her hand up and down her thigh the entire time. She forced herself to stop, and instead let Sloppytongue down. The slave’s legs immediately collapsed as they touched the bare stone. She was a good slave though, and quickly turned her fall into a bow.

“Fetch my chamber pot,” Eve ordered.

Sloppytongue crawled to the small door that led to her cell. Most of the rooms in the manor had at least one slave cell. Boxes, built into the wall, too small to stand or fully lay down, that could be locked from the outside. Sloppytongue’s cell would have been cramped without the ceramic pot she pulled out of it. It was clean though, proof that the cunt was following at least some of Eve’s orders.

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