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{Definition TT equals Thought Talk between Bill and Josh}

Chapter 42

Next day as we walked to school which was about two miles the Doc said the exercise was good for the kids. The roads were clear but the sidewalks weren’t so everybody used the roads. We were into that transition between winter and spring lots of rain and freezing rain.

Brad and Jim came to the lunch room and they had no eyebrows.

Bill asked, “What the fuck did you guys do, you look like queers.”

“It was Joanna Hanson,” they said. “He hates gays, bisexuals and gays. He was in line for the scholarship that we got. He drugged our water bottles and when we passed out he shaved us bald everywhere.”

“Julie said everywhere?”

“Yes Mistress Julie,” they said.

Tt, “Bill said where did that come from?”

Tt, “This came from you, when you ask me for them to obey family. I did and this is their concept of that.”

After school we took Brad and Jim home with us. Everybody got their laughs he even shaved the crack of their ass. Upon closer look it wasn’t shaven the prick Hanson used a laser removal something that would take six weeks before it would even start to grow back.

Josh had Brad suck him even took him to bed and was made to suck him all night long the doc came by and fed Josh with an IV by morning Brad had some eyebrows and hair all over his body. Josh had Brad suck him all day and by school out time he was close enough to normal.

Josh then did the same to Jim and kept Brad home that 3rd day to. While they were out of school Julie and Tanya were bragging to Hansson how funny Brad and Jim looked basically to win his favor. Three days after the incident with Brad and Jim after winning Hanson’s favor invited him to their pool for a private party. They said, “Come to the pool after school. After school when he arrived at the house Tanya invited him into the kitchen and the girls gave him a brandy with a special mix. They drugged him in the kitchen. Then Brad and Jim came in and stripped him. The four of them used the no-no hair removal system on Joanna Hanson. They went one step further the shaved Joanna Hanson hair making him bald then used the Laser hair removal on his head as well

Just as Joanna was coming around he was by the pool and Josh said, “Joanna Hanson, suck my cock.”

Joanna was on Josh’s cock in a flash and Josh said, “From now own girls don’t interest you. But seeing cocks make you hard and you can only cum if you are sucking a cock. You need to cum every day so you must find someone that will let you suck them.”

Josh continued and said, “If they make conditions like they well if you let them fuck you will. From now till school ends this year and you will be in school each day not to learn but to admire the guys and walk around showing your bulge in your pants and you will wear clothing that shows that well.”

“You can masturbate all you want but you can’t cum unless you’re sucking cock.”

“You will obey any one of my family as if it were me and Brad and Jim are part of my family. You can tell no one what happened here today and never can you harm anyone of the family or allow anyone else to do so. Do you understand Joanna?”

Joanna nodded yes and Josh took his cock out of his mouth. “Please Josh let me suck your cock. I am called master in this house or when we are alone.”

“Fuck you I am not calling you master.”

“Then leave my home.”

“But I want to suck your cock.”

“Listen to the fag,” Brad said wiggling his cock Joanna licked his lips

Joanna said, “Brad let me suck your cock please.”

Brad said, “Master told you to leave now go as the guys all waved their dicks.”

Beaten he turned and said, “Master my I stay and suck your cock.”

Josh said, “That’s better go service the others I don’t want that fag mouth on my cock.”

Joanna went to Brad, “May I please suck your cock.”

Brad said, “Yes after I fuck your ass.”

Joanna screamed as he was had a virgin ass, by the end of that evening Hanson never had a virgin anything. His ass was broke in even some of the girls used a strap on while Joanna sucked off the guys.

Jim said, “You can suck me and I will do your ass when Brad is done.” By the time Joanna left he sucked all the guys off but Josh and was fucked in his ass by all. Joanna had to lick up his own cum each time he came.

Chapter 43

The next day in school it was amusing to watch Hanson wearing spandex with a hard on looking at the guys he got quite a few slaps in the head from guys and from what Brad said,” he was used quite heavily in the showers both wholes were filled class after class.”

For the most part Brad and Jim were left alone everybody had a hole to fuck much better than a mouth especially from a guy that was straight till this week. A few guys fucked Brads face because Hanson was busy being used.

Graduation was only a week away Hanson came to Josh. “Master I will be your slave forever I know I did wrong but please fix me for graduation.”

“You ardeşen escort heard were moving,” Josh said.

“Yes master I will go anywhere there is nothing left in this place for me I will follow you anywhere and be your humble slave.”

“Brad, do you and Jim want this fag to help in security he would be your responsibility”

“Please Brad and Jim I will suck you every day or you can fuck me but let me get out of here,” Hanson said.

Brad and Jim said, “We well make good use of him for you master if you let him come.”

Josh said, “Fair enough, fag, come suck me off.” Hanson sucked Josh all night and half the next day and his hair was back the next day in school Hanson was still used by everybody that would be for another week.

Tanya was busy doing the gowns and suits for the dance. Josh went to the city by cab had him wait as Josh picked up his order from the jeweler. Josh examined all the six rings. His was a wedding band with Brenda’s Jade stone in the center with the birthstones of Barb, Millie, Julie and Tanya around it. Each one representing my love my queens as the inscription said. Looking at four of the girls ring they all had a two carat center stone with four half carat stones around the main stone. Inside was carved same as Josh’s My Love on one side. My queen on the other side. A {J} on the bottom opposite the 2 caret stone. Inside was the same inscription on all rings. Brenda ring was the same except the stones were much bigger. Josh came home with box of chocolates for the family had to have an excuse for going to town so they thought not a four hundred dollar cab ride.

Chapter 44

The next night Tanya had a dress rehearsal and Josh said, “Tanya you must dress also and I made Millie and Barb dress to I had a special surprise for them.”

Doc, Brad, Jim, Hanson, Frank and Bill were there. I wasn’t sure how Bill and Frank were going to take this but here goes.

Josh went to Millie first, knelt on one knee and said, “for my love my Queen.” She waited till I placed the ring on her finger as I stood she said, “Josh I love you.”

Josh said, “I love all of you” and kissed her and stepped back bowed and said, “My Queen.”

Josh went to Barb next did the same and with the same results Frank sat there with tears in his eyes.

Josh did Tanya next she bawled as he placed the ring on her finger. Josh had to grab her so she didn’t fall. She was so overcome with joy she couldn’t take her eyes off it and she read the inscription and bawled some more as she got her composure she said, “I am sorry master.”

“No master here tonight “Josh said.

“I love you Josh.” Tanya said.

“As I love you all,” Josh said.

Next Josh knelt and slid the ring on Julie’s hand. Josh said, “I love you my Queen” and as I stood “I love you Josh, my brother, my love “and she cried in my shoulder.

Josh moved to Brenda who as he suspected was a little miffed.

Brenda said “are you sure you want to give me one sarcastically?”

“Of this I am sure Brenda,” smiling. I bent down on one knee and with the box closed I said, “Brenda Mitchell will you marry me to be one of my Queens and my wife” and opened the box the ring had a four carat stone in the center and four, one carat stones around them.

Brenda stuttered, “I I I am”

Josh broke in “I only want to hear one word out of that sweat mouth of yours my love.”

Brenda said, “Yes oh yes my love my King.”

Josh said, “more than one word but it will do.” Josh slipped the ring upon her finger as we hugged and kissed and all gathered round.

Frank went to the liquor cabinet and come back with champagne he opened it and served glass to all he said, “I bought this for your graduation but I guess this will do double duty.”

Tanya yells. “Don’t you dare spill it on your gowns!” We all laughed It must have been an hour or so when Bill thought talked me.

Tt, “Bill said, “I know you own us and have saved my life but I love Julie and you have claimed her.”

TT “Yes I have but you always knew that from the start I love all these women a bit more with Brenda and I feel that in you with Julie I want you to be with her always but we have to share so get your head around it.”

Tt, “Yes sire,” Bill said, still not happy.

Tt, “Bill you are my best friend and as such I tell you this now. That first night way back when, Julie’s mind snapped. I broke her like I did Brian. Her mind got rewired that night and she is in love with me and you saw the last time I joked with her it affected her badly.”

Josh continued, “I know she loves you but she also loves me and because of our past in her mind she owes me her life. Neither of us can do anything to stop that. I am afraid to touch her mind on that for fear of losing her to reality all together.”

Bill tt, “Josh I never realized that but you are right she is very fragile as we seen from that last episode. By the way that was great I really enjoyed seeing you as a bisexual fag eating my cum. That was fantastic arnavutköy escort and felt good to. Oh yea by the way anytime you like I will fuck your face so you can have all my great cum you like so much”

Josh, tt, “two inches remember.”

Tt, “Yes boss.”

The girls went and got their dresses off and us guys our suits. Back on the terrace the girls all came running back very excitedly, “Millie, Barb, take your ring off.”

“Not on your life they would have to cut it off my dead body,” Millie said.

“Mine to said Barb.”

“No silly there’s an inscription,” Julie said, as she was the only one with their eyes not full of tears as Tanya and Brenda took up slave positions in front of Josh. Josh said to himself “I seen this on the internet girls on their knees legs spread girls leaned back holding their ankles exposing their cunt and tits all at the same time.”

Tt, “Bill said that is awesome view.”

Mille and Barb read the inscription and followed suite took up slave position in front of Josh.

Josh said out loud, “All my Queens in slave position how beautiful is that. Bill, come over here and share Queen Julie display for us because I know it’s not just for me and Frank get over here and feast on our sweat Queen Barb.”

Josh said, “I was going to wait till we got to our new home but with all this Queen slave pussy I can’t wait. Slave Queen Brenda on your knees and open this box an as you place this ring on my finger I want all my queens to repeat their vow to me.”

They all nodded as Brenda open the box she almost fainted. “Steady girl,” Josh said.

As Brenda put the ring on my finger in unison they said, “Where thou goest we will follow my King”

Josh said, “Where did that come from your king!”

“Yes your majesty, if we are you Queens then you must be our King,” as Brenda kisses my ring finger and returns to slave position.

Josh said, “rise my Queens,” each one individually rose and kissed Josh’s ring saying “I love you your majesty.”

Bill was the first guy he knelt and kissed the ring and said, “Where thou goest I will follow your Majesty.”

Frank the doc, Brad, Jim and Hanson all followed suit.

“Now what did I start,” Josh thought.

Chapter 44

That night I slept only with Brenda. Bill took Julie, Frank took Barb.

I made passionate love to my Brenda. During one of our rest breaks, she was admiring the ring on my finger when she noticed and said, “That’s my birthstone in the center.”

Josh said, “how observant my Queen” as he thrust his cock deep into her causing her to cum again.

When she come down she said, “and that’s Julies stone,” and Josh thrust into her a few more times then she said, “oh my god Its all our birth stones with mine in the centre,” as she is crying and cumming again, “I love you my love, my king, my sire, my everything.”

“At breakfast Brenda showed all the girls the birthstones of my Queens they were all over me again wanted to go to bed not school.

This was it the last day of school a chance to say goodbye and talk about Collage University and careers this was it thirteen years of school for most twelve for me as I jumped one. We had a chance to say good bye to the teachers it was pretty informal everybody going every which way there was a lot of buzz over the rings and Brenda bringing girls to see mine. At noon we went home to get ready for the dance.

As we left the school there was somberness amongst us. We were happy to be graduating and all that but we knew that this was the last time we would ever see this town or people again. We would soon be leaving and while others may end up in the same situation they would not realize it now.

We knew for a fact we were never coming back to what was our childhood home. At home there was a lot of activity getting ready for the Prom. Josh had orchids for Brenda, Tanya, Julie and roses for Millie and Barb.

A limo picked us up Millie and Barb and Frank were chaperones. At the dance the king and queen danced first. Julie and Josh naturally took the floor. For the last year they were the most popular two every day. They had the first part of the dance all to themselves then all joined in on the dance floor. Then we all danced. Josh took turns with all his queens even the chaperones were dancing with Josh. About mid way over the speakers the band stopped and had a special request which he said we normally don’t do for proms but this one requires special attention. The Leader of the band reading a script said “months ago Josh Davis proposed to Brenda Mitchell and she said yes.

Prom King Josh Davis and Prom Queen Brenda Mitchell have proposed and accepted to be married and so were told she now has the ring to prove it.” As a special request a old, old, waltz. And a special statement which has meaning to them ‘where thou goest we will follow’ “The band started playing why me lord as the applause was drowning out the band the actually stopped till Josh and Brenda took the floor and the classmates artuklu escort gathered round as the band started up again and they danced to that old 70’s song, “why me lord what have I ever done to deserve even one of the kindness you shown”. The next song was the same era again for the two starting out life together the song, Bridge Over Troubled Waters but this time Josh and Brenda was joined by their class mates. Josh made a special effort to dance slow waltzes with Tanya and Julie although Bill was taking care of Julie quite well. At the closing of the dance Brenda and the girls were surrounded by well wishers. Josh was drug into the middle and girls were all hanging off him and kissing him. We said in passing we were heading to the bar on Main Street and soon we left.

After the dance the limo took us to the local bar for food and drink. Most everybody heard we were going there and the place was packed I think our whole school was there. We all ordered burgers and fries and Frank ordered picture of beer most of us never drank but we figure may as well Julie, Tanya, Brenda, Barb and Millie all went to the wash room and our server came over it was no other than Carlen.

Josh said, “I want another server.”

Carlen said this is my section you can move if you like wait in line again. I will put in a good word for you, not, she said with venom. About that time Brenda, Tanya, Barb, Julie and Millie were coming back. The manager came over Josh explained how Carlen tried to kill his fiancé and his children just by luck we stopped her. “We would like another server please.”

The manger said, “This is my niece. I think you best leave so there is not an incident and he called over the bouncers. The manager said, “This party is leaving.”

Josh through two cents on the table saying, “That’s for the service.”

The bouncers went to grab Josh but Brad, Jim and Hanson stood up and said, “Greg, Will, he is our friend, Brad yells out football team on me now hut, hut, you want the third?” Greg and Will were team members last year they knew what the third hut meant. Their face turned white as ghost. There was no way they were prepared to take on the whole team and more. The music stopped the place got deadly quite. All these huge football plays ready to strike.

The manager said, “Throw these bums out.” Jim said, “You see my team you want this place destroyed in about two minutes flat?”

Frank spoke and said, “We were leaving you force our hands with all these pregnant ladies and do you really want to what is left of your bar when the football team get through with it. Then let’s not forget the press will destroy you.”

Frank said, “my lawyers will do the rest you are already looking at suspension of license threatening pregnant ladies think my friend John Steal, head of liquor licensing for the province, will not take kindly to this.”Frank pulls out the tape recorder.

The manager almost shit his pants and thought “who were these people, “and said, “There is no need to do that I am sorry but my girl here lost her chance at an education and it is a sore spot.”

“If you want to have your establishment closed permanently keep going on this line.”Frank said.

“Back of Greg, Will let these people alone”

“Brad thanks guys for your assist” and the place went back to normal as Carlen red faced stomped away again. As we left many other groups turned their beer upside down and left as well the place was all but deserted. What should have been one of their busiest nights was now like a Tuesday night.

Chapter 45

We left went to Tim Horton’s for juice and tea better than beer anyway Josh thought. It wasn’t long before the place filled up with all our classmates. Frank didn’t realize how popular his kids real were. A lot of the girls that were staying and going to Acadia said it was going to be their mission to put that pub out of business. We asked don’t do it on our account. They said that guy was a jerk and Carlen should of begged your forgiveness not acted like the righteous woman wronged.

“At any rate we don’t wish to pursue it,” said Josh

Our group started talking about leaving and there was some talk about waiting till after the kids were born and then talk about how many months after before they could fly.

Josh said, “Nope we leave this week.”

“What about the house,” Barb said?

Bill said, “His grandparents just lost their home to fire old wiring.”

“Ok they can stay in ours; rent is to take care of the place.” Bill called his grandparents they were there next morning.

Everything was set packers came in we were off in less than 48 hours. Saturday we arrived in Hawaii. As we were flying I fucked all the girls and then I had Bill and Frank do all the women to. This is the first time I put Brenda out to be fucked by anyone but me but we all had fun and we now all belonged to the mile high club. Brian, Brad and Jim fucked Hanson, so I guess they were members to. Brian was told you well be bisexual soon. Most of us have never left Nova Scotia this was our first big trip. Tanya was air sick, but doc took care of that quickly.

We enjoyed the big island and the guys liked the dancers “Wow could those bellies twist” said Brad. We were on our corporate jet clear blue sky for a three hour flight.

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My Punishment, Our Pleasure

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For you, my fellow Lit writer, always pushing my (former?) good girl boundaries….

I’m lying in your bed, naked, dozing while you take a shower and putter in the bathroom. It’s been a long day of hiking, and fresh air and I’m tired.

I wake to you standing next to the bed, erection hard against your belly. “Suck me.” You demand, wrapping a fist in my hair and pulling my head to your cock.

Obediently, I grasp your cock in one hand and tentatively slide my lips over the thick head, drawing you into my warm and wet mouth. Hearing your groan makes me instantly wet and I know you can feel the corresponding moan in my throat.

Licking, sucking, stroking, you grow even harder in my mouth, pushing deeper and deeper until I try to pull back, choking. Your hand at the back of my head holds me on you, releasing me only when I squirm, nails on your hips, twisting my body away from you.

Panting, I stare defiantly up at you, my light green eyes meeting your dark ones, expressing my anger at your treatment of me. No words, I know better than to speak my displeasure.

“Lie back, with your legs over the side of the bed.” You instruct me, your voice deep with lust. My unhappiness with you ignored, as I knew it would be. Your control over my actions is a given, the entire construction of our relationship. You demand, I give.

Rearranging myself under your watch, laying back on the soft mattress, legs primly together as I swing them over the edge of the bed, ankles entwined. A small burst of defiance, but one I’m willing to own. My thighs are soaking wet, slippery against each other, yet I refuse to let you win this early in the game. You’ll know soon enough how eager I truly am.

Fingers on your chin, you take in my appearance; long blonde hair strewn behind my head, across the sheets, arms above my head, green eyes flashing, face and chest flushed red with the desire I won’t express aloud.

“Spread your legs for me.” You watch as I struggle with your command, I know you can see the conflict on my face, I’ve never been able to hide my consternation with our play, even as I enjoy all of it.

Slowly, burhaniye escort I untangle my ankles, slide one leg to the side, then the other. Not far enough apart for you, so you step forward, between my legs, separating them further. Almost uncomfortably for me, but you are completely unconcerned.

“Do I have to tie your arms, or will you behave yourself today?” A reference to the previous evening, both of us stretched out before the fireplace, your mouth between my thighs, when I momentarily forgot myself and clutched your hair with my fingers as I came, over and over in your mouth.

“I’ll behave.” I concede, begrudgingly, knowing that I’m not following the script, deliberately leaving out your title of ‘sir’. Or, as I often tease, ‘boss’. Pushing you to your limits with my misbehavior is part of the game. I know you’ll be rougher with me as a result of my disobedience, using my body with less care, but it doesn’t matter to me, I crave the hardness of you inside of me too much to use caution.

Even now, I’m cumming under your gaze, my body arching involuntarily, moaning, as I struggle for control over the evidence of my desire.

Still, you watch, enjoying the display of me giving into the pleasure I feel, sprawled before you, knowing that you’ll give me, and yourself, much more soon.

“You are such a fucking slut. MY fucking slut. Cumming like that, I can smell you.” Your fingers trace a line down my stomach, further down, across my pubic bone to my slit. “How wet you are, my dear.”

Thrusting your finger inside of me, eyes locked on mine. I fight to keep my eyes on yours, to read your face, to anticipate what you have planned for me. But it’s too much, another finger joins the first, sliding in and out, and my eyes lose focus. My head tilts back, neck exposed. It’s impossible to meet your thrusts, my feet have no purchase, hanging on the side of the bed. I’m at your mercy, intentionally.

“Today, and today only, you get what you want.” You tell me, and I open my eyes, looking across the expanse of my skin to see your cock poised where your fingers had been. bursa escort “You’ve been such a good slut Beth, tell me how much you want this, and I’ll give you everything you need.”

I can’t. You know I can’t. Not with spoken words. I can tell you with my body how much I desire you. With the notes I send you. And yet you constantly want me to say the words aloud, knowing that I find it impossible. Pushing me, always finding my limits and pushing me beyond them.

Begging, I can beg. Please is my default. “Please?” I will beseech you, my eyes expressing everything that I feel. “Please, now, fuck me.” Those words I will say.

Abbreviated versions of what you want me to say. The full version you demand is impossible. I’ve never been able to say, “I want you to fuck me senseless, until I can’t breathe, until I can’t think.” I cannot. It’s admitting that what we do is truly something I want.

The good girl I continue to be, despite our play, can never fully admit to wanting a hard fuck. Not aloud. Would that make me burn? I don’t suppose so, I can’t know.

Eventually, you will accept my wordless pleas as enough, it happens this way every time. The game you play with me. Accepting that what I can offer is enough. Your cock won’t let you play as long as it would take to break me down.

This time, your cock between my full lips, teasing with a barely in, then out. I know full well now what my punishment will be, and I long for you to begin. You groan aloud, and I force myself to relax, knowing you won’t hold yourself in check much longer.

With one hard thrust, you bury yourself in me, as deep as my body allows. The length of you against my deepest point, the thickness of you making me stretch to accommodate you. My legs want to come up around you, to hold you inside of me, but you won’t allow me this.

Today is you fucking me, punishment for my disrespect last night. Not about my pleasure, although we both know I’m already there, have been there, will continue to cum, long after your cock leaves my body.

Thrusting hard, no tenderness, no lovemaking, no soft kisses on my mouth, bursa escort my breasts, my belly. You know how easily I wet, making your punishment not as much punishment, but pleasure. For both of us.

How quickly you learned my body, my sexuality, my cravings. Even now, fucking me, pounding me with your cock, I’m so slippery that you can’t chance withdrawing from inside of me, to tease me. Wet for you, your cock. None other.

My moans become gasps, then the unrelenting Oh’s as I cum against you. Over and over, clutching the sheet in my hands to stop myself from holding you. Me wanting the physical contact as you make me cum for you. You keep the distance, our only point of contact your cock inside of me.

Treating me only as a vessel for your cum. My punishment and yet, my sublime pleasure.

Gasping, your arms at my sides, head down, nearly touching my softness, you cum with a guttural moan. A loud, “FUUUUUCK.” Continuing your thrusts as long as possible, squeezing every single “Oh…..fuck…..oh,” from me.

And then you collapse next to me, on the bed, slowing your breathing, feeling me continue to writhe next to you until my body stops reacting with satisfaction.

“That was very nice, sir.” I mock you, grinning, as my finger strokes your jawline, down and around, up to your lips. Where you bite me.

“Nice? That’s all you have?” You turn your head to look at me, incredulous. Eyes open wide, mouth frowning.

“I’m just kidding. You should know that by now.” I tease. You are older, more literal and worldly; I’m ethereal, drifting around you, a whisper in your ear, a soft touch on your skin. “It was amazing, you know that. I’m still cumming.”

The words you want to hear, the words that fill you, your narcotic fix.

We both startle, then laugh, when your dog jumps on the bed, near your head. “It must be dinnertime.” You say to her, and playtime is over, both of us back to the reality of a hungry dog.

I watch you get up and throw a pair of shorts on over your skin, heading downstairs to feed your girl. Stretching, I decide to stay on the bed a bit longer, enjoying the feeling of you, as you felt inside of me. The imaginary weight of your cum inside of me, being absorbed by me.

Anxious for your return to me, because then you will wrap me in your arms, and we will entwine ourselves together until the birds begin to sing come morning.

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Breakfast In Bed

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Sleeping in bed with you, I roll over, draping my arm over you, my hand resting on your breasts, and that’s all it takes for my cock to get hard. Still can’t believe I’m in a relationship with someone as attractive as you. So smart, funny, beautiful and of course, sexy. You told me you always wanted to wake up with me between your thighs and this seems like a perfect opportunity to do just that. I start running my hand up and down your body nice and slow, you seem to be sleeping pretty deeply so I slowly get under the covers, doing my best not to wake you, spreading your legs, slipping between them and my face inches from your pussy, inhaling your scent, my mouth watering, desperate to taste you. You’re still sleeping soundly, as I start slowly kissing up your inner left thigh, towards your pussy before switching to your inner right thigh and doing the same, kissing even slower, deeper, getting to the edge of your pussy before stopping and switching again.

Kissing slower and deeper each time I switch, taking my time, your breathing getting heavy every second, moaning softly in your sleep every time I’m close to your pussy, your body aching to feel me, even in your dreams. Continuing this for about 10 or so minutes, having kissed up and down each thigh multiple times, I finally let my tongue circle your pussy, nice and slow, taking extra time near the top. My breath hot on your clit, working my way down, licking up any and all pussy juice accumulating there, dripping out of you from your body’s instinctual lust and desire. You taste so fucking good. Again, still never licking your actual pussy, just around it. Your moaning growing even heavier, still asleep though, you must be having a great dream.

After another 10 or so minutes of this, only tasting your juices that leak, drip and run down and out erbaa escort of your pussy, I can’t take it anymore and I finally let my tongue cross over and start licking your pussy. Starting from the bottom, up and down, up and down, before I start working on sucking down and swallowing every drop of the delicious nectar that is your pussy juice. These sudden sensations apparently enough to wake you, as you start running your fingers though my hair, grabbing a tight handful as you whimper and moan.

Focusing on your pussy again, I shift my attention to your clit, licking around it but not directly on it, nice and slow, circling it a few times before licking back down your pussy to savor the pooling juices there, returning to your clit, repeating this process until you can’t take it anymore, then finally sucking your clit into my mouth, simultaneously sliding a finger inside of you, straight to your gspot. Both sensations, after all of this teasing, overwhelming your mind and your body, arching your back, moaning loudly and gasping for air as the sensations hit you all at once.

Increasing the intensity and the pressure slowly, wrapping my free arm around your thigh, holding you in place, I bury my face between your thighs, licking and sucking your clit with reckless abandon as my finger presses your gspot relentlessly, I shift my free hand up to your breast, pinching your nipple tightly, all these sensations push you over the edge and you start to cum, moaning as I continue harder, more intensely, focused on making sure you cum hard as fuck on my face and in my mouth, I’m so desperate to taste you, to swallow every drop of your pussy juice. Your body arches, tensing up, legs trembling as your body is slowly saturated in the hot sensation of the most intense orgasms, multiple, you’ve ercis escort ever felt, you can’t help but scream and pull my hair, burying my face in your pussy, cumming for me, grinding against my face and mouth as you do. Your pussy taste so fucking good…

Your orgasm subsiding and breathing steadying, I lessen the intensity, licking your pussy slower and slower, up and down until I’m kissing your pussy softly all around. Satisfied, I rise up, with my cock out, ready to take what’s mine, to fill you full of fucking cum…

You offer little resistance as you lay there, body trembling while you recover. I waste no time slowly sliding my cock inside of you, just the tip at first, before pulling it back out. A slight moan escaping your lips before sliding my cock inside once more, slightly deeper this time before pulling out once more. Another soft moan slips out as I slide my cock back inside, deeper still. Your pussy feels so good squeezing my cock, it takes everything in me to pull out again.

My cock slick with your pussy juices, dripping precum, I can’t resist any longer. I press the tip of my cock inside of you as I run a hand up your body to your perfect tits, lightly pinching your nipple. Quickly, aggressively and without warning, I slide my cock all the way inside you all at once as my free hand rests just above your pussy, pressing my thumb into your clit as my cock thrusts deep inside of you. In that same moment, my other hand pinches your nipple firmly, twisting slightly.

All at once, your back arches and you moan my name as your sense are flooded with pleasure. Your pussy tightens around my cock, desperately trying to milk every drop of cum out of my body. Staying as deep inside of you as I can, I continue thumbing your clit and playing with your breasts, you’re erdek escort going to cum all over my cock and then, if you beg like a good girl, I’ll fill your pussy full of cum. You look so sexy writhing in pleasure, impaled on my throbbing cock. Your moaning making it very difficult to not cum right away.

My hand slides off your nipple, slowly up your breast, towards your shoulder before lovingly caressing your neck. Each time I feel your pussy squeeze me, my cock throbs, flexing inside of you, stretching you tighter each time. Your eyes rolling back as I slowly wrap my hand around your neck, my thumb and fingers on either side, gently applying pressure to your jugular veins, slowly applying more pressure, careful not to hurt you. The choking sensation pushing you over the edge as you start to cum, the tighter your pussy squeezes my cock, the tighter I squeeze your neck. Your back arching higher as your eyes roll further back in your head, your breathing slowing down as you cover my cock in pussy juice and your moaning reaches an apex.

It’s my turn to cum, releasing your neck as you finish cumming, gasping for air while your pussy convulses, squeezing tighter, desperate to keep me inside of you. Bring my hand down your body, gripping your hip tightly with one hand as I bring the other off your clit to grip your other hip, I command you to beg for my cum. I only have to say it once and you do exactly as your told. Begging and pleading for me to cum inside of you, begging for me to fill your pussy full of cum, your voice getting more desperate as your breath returns to you.

“Good girl”; I whisper, barely in time. My cock explodes inside of you, flooding your pussy full of cum, pushing you over the edge one last time as you cum with me, the warm sensations filling your body, euphoria washing over you. Catching my breath as I roll over and collapse next you, cum dripping out of your pussy as you lay your head on my chest and I wrap you up in my arms, kissing the top of your head. Holding each other tightly, we slowly drift back asleep…

For now…

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It’s been two weeks since we’ve been alone together in the same space. Our last business trip to Bath had taken an interesting turn. Well, interesting for me, but seemingly distressing for him. He doesn’t know how to treat me anymore. I see the way he has to forcibly deflate himself every time he sees me.

He felt bad about the distance between us, I could tell. I had been his assistant for just over a year now. In that year our working relationship quickly became a friendship. For me that friendship turned into a crush, an intense, soul gripping crush. He’s not available and I know that. It should put me off, it should make me sad, it should make me feel a lot of different things but all I feel is attraction and desire. And since Bath that dynamic has shifted, he’s felt the need to pull back, I know how his mind works, he thinks he’s led me on. Thinks he’s done something to tempt me and given me the wrong signals. He hasn’t… well he has tempted me, but the signals have all been clear, and he hasn’t misled me.

He wants me, that’s not the issue here. The issue is that he’s a good man, too good to do what we both want. Too good to let go and say yes. He’ll feel like he’s taking advantage of me. A young, impressionable, career driven girl that works for him… works under him.

Yes, I’m young, but I make my own choices and set my own pace. I know what I want and I’m going to get it.

And now I knew I had an in after what happened in Bath two weeks ago.

***Two weeks earlier ***

We were stood in front of our hotel rooms in Bath, but I had packed too many bags and needed help. Tim being Tim had kept his luggage light and simple, I on the other hand had brought all of my clothing choices. Ever the gentleman, he helped bring my bags in. I offered him a drink and to re-run through our plan for the meeting the next day. In effort to find my copy of the agenda I started going through my bags and again Tim offered to help. I knew where the agenda was, It was in my handbag neatly tucked away in a plastic wallet labelled “Bath Agenda and Site Info”. I just wanted to get a reaction, to gage my next move really. I directed him to my rose gold suitcase containing all my more delicate items. When he opened the suitcase, his face went bright red, his Adam’s apple bobbed and his dark wash jeans tightened ever so slightly.

That told me everything I needed to know. He had stumbled across my bras and very skimpy, very lacey panties. Each unfolded but put together in their matching pairs. I had read somewhere that 80% of men were more turned on by matching underwear than not matching. So I was careful when packing.

“Oh, erm, I don’t think I’ll find it in this bag. Where else could it be?” He said through what can only be described as a strained voice.

“I’ve looked everywhere else, and I’m checking my handbag now but I think it’s got to be there so please keep looking through it” I replied.

It took all my will power to not smile widely at him as I said it. I knew what he was going to find.

I sat at the desk with my handbag, pretending to go through it, I had the mirror angled just right so I could see his face as he found it. And he did. The box and remote for the Bluetooth clitoral stimulator and vibrator I’d had fitted inside me at the time and lodged against my clit. His eyes went wide, his tongue had practically fallen out of his mouth. He let out an audible gasp.

“Everything alright Tim?” I ask coyly

“Erm it’s not in this bag Phoebe. Maybe you lost it?” he answered.

I could see him still holding the box, he inspected it and looked inside. He had now discovered it was empty. Tim was smart, he knew what this was going to be, but he was going to resist, and I respected him for that. But I was a dark princess, and I wasn’t going to end that night without getting what I wanted.

“I found it! Brilliant we can get started now!” I exclaimed as I walked toward him.

He was still kneeling on the dark grey carpet next to my suitcase, still holding the box, but now he had the remote in his other hand. I could see his thumb hovering over the little plus sign under the clit label of the remote. I had purchased the best on the market, 18 speeds gölbaşı escort and settings, simultaneous clit and vibrator usage, long range Bluetooth connection, water proof, all the bells and whistles it could possibly have.

I don’t think he had even noticed me standing behind him over his shoulder, he was enthralled by the device, reading the instructions on the back of the instructions. I could see the wheels spinning in his head, trying to figure out how to confirm if I was really wearing the device.

I was done being patient and subtle. Subtlety had done nothing for my agenda so far.

Over the past few weeks my skirts had gotten shorter, my blouses lower, I was consistently wearing the perfume he always complimented when I wore it. It was called Rare Onyx, it was deep tones of amber and rose, it felt like sex in the autumn and I knew he loved it. He picked up on it every time I wore it. I had been wearing my natural hair every day because he had mentioned how pretty I looked the first time I came to work without braids or a wig. My office was adjoined to his, and the only way to get to his office was through mine. I knew he could hear me through the walls, so on a few choice occasions when we had been working late, I had locked the door to my office and masturbated loud enough for him to hear. I even purposely left my used panties hanging out of a drawer in my desk.

I knew he had taken them because they weren’t there when I had returned. That night I masturbated harder than ever thinking that he had gone home, snuck into his bathroom and made himself cum into those panties, thinking about me, about how the panties had gotten so wet.

But even after all that, he still hadn’t jumped. I had to make it clear to him that I wanted him. I wanted his strong arms around my body, his lips on mine, his tongue on my nipples.

God, I needed him. Desire and passion were all I felt when I looked at him.

It didn’t help that he absolutely dominated our meeting earlier that day. He just commanded the room, everyone paying attention to him and hanging on to his every word was so erotic. Seeing him having that hold on the people in that room was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Thank god I wore a long blazer, because I know there was a wet patch on the back of my skirt.

“Yes.” I said to him simply.

It was only then that he noticed I was so close to him. He jumped a little and dropped the box, but the remote was still firmly I his grip. So firmly that his thumb pushed the plus sign. Immediately I felt the slight gently buzz of the toy on my clit. I couldn’t help but release a soft moan. You could hear the toy buzzing away at my clit. All too soon though the sensation was gone. He had pushed the minus button and turned the toy off. A little whine of disappointment.

He realised then that he had confirmation. I was wearing the toy. In that moment I think he found his footing and composure. He regained his control of the situation. He stood up, towering over my short 5″3 frame. His eyes bore deep into mine, remote still in hand he led me to the little sofa in the room adjacent to the desk.

“You said yes. Yes, to what?” he asked, now so nonchalantly. Almost coolly. I couldn’t help but be turned on by his complete change in demeanour. It was like the sound of me moaning flipped a switch in him.

“Yes, I’m wearing the toy.” I whispered back

“I think we’ve gathered that, Phoebe. You wanted me to find the remote?” He questioned as he hit the plus button twice. My breath hitched instantly; I pressed my thighs together to try to relive the ache a little bit. But his large touched my thigh, firmly and separated my legs. This was the first time he had touched me on more than just the arm or the small of my back. I could have cum there and then.

All I could do was nod in response.

“You’ve been teasing me for weeks now. Why?” he questioned again and increased the power on the toy.

“I want you.” That was all I could say without moaning again.

“You want me? So you’ve been dressing sexier?” he asked, now adding the internal vibrator to the mix. I don’t know what setting he had it on anymore. I couldn’t focus, but the gölcük escort vibration was intense.

“Yes, I wanted…” I moaned “… I wanted you to want me too.” I breathed.

“And the panties?” he smirked as he asked. He already knew why. He was torturing me. I knew the game we were playing now. He wanted his questions answered, and he would up the pressure and settings of the toy with each question. Lowering my inhibitions (as if they could get lower) to get the truth from me.

“I came in them…” the pressure of the toy was becoming too much for me. I needed his touch on me. As if he could hear my thoughts. He stepped closer to me on the sofa and dragged the desk chair with him. He sat down across from me but close enough for me to reach all of him. He looked at me for a second, as though trying to decide his next step.

His hand finally settled on the top of my blouse, a devious smirk overcame his face, and he just pulled my top down. I heard the rip; he had quite literally ripped my blouse from my body. It was cheap and flimsy anyway, but I had worn it knowing you could see the fabric of my bra, and tight bud of my nipples.

Now I was sat on the sofa, skirt still on, blouse ripped open and revealing my dark purple lace, half cup bra. It was too sizes too small for my F cup breasts, but I wanted them heaving when he finally saw them. And heaving they were. My breath was so fast paced from the toy that my breasts were essentially bouncing from my breathing alone. His fingers grazed the fabric of the bra, as though he was studying it.

“Too pretty to ruin.” Was all he said before he pulled the bra lower, revealing my full heavy breasts. My nipples here taught and hard and oh so sensitive. He increased the toy yet again. His fingers moved to my left nipple, he tugged hard but sensual. Shockwaves went straight to my now drenched cunt. I went to put my thighs together again, but he was too quick for me. This time his hand was much higher on my thigh. Mere inches from my pussy. So close that I knew he had touched some of my wetness. His hand went higher, so high now that he had pushed the vibrator deeper into me as he increased the settings. I was close now. His touch was sending me out of orbit. I had no control.

Here I was in my hotel room, with my boss that I’ve wanted for months. Breasts out, cunt leaking, and being controlled by him. It was everything I had wanted for weeks. Everything I needed from him. He removed his hand from me, left his chair and joined me on the sofa.

“You are going to cum on my fingers, my thumb on your clit, my fingers inside you wet tight cunt. Do you understand. No more toys. Nod if you understand” his voice commanding like it was in the meeting.

I nodded. I couldn’t even fathom attempting to speak.

“Good girl.” I whimpered hard when he said that. My pussy gushed a fresh load of juice at that.

He unzipped my skirt and pulled it off my body with my panties and fully removed my blouse. I was now on the sofa with the man of my dreams, in just my bra holding up my exposed breasts. It was everything I’ve wanted.

He spread my thighs even wider and slowly removed the toy but upped the settings to the max before he did it. I was one stroke away from making the ultimate mess.

He started kissing my lips, gently at first, not touching any sensitive areas. He dominated our kiss; he was taking my mouth. Fucking my mouth with his strong tongue. As he kissed me deeper, his hand cupped my breast, alternating between them, pulling, pinching, squeezing and tugging. I couldn’t help but start working my hips against the sofa, I needed release. He pulled away from our kiss and started kissing his way down my jaw, my neck and then to my breasts. He chuckled softly against them.

“Is my greedy little baby wanting to cum?” he was mocking me, and I knew it. But why was it so god damn hot.

“Please Tim” I begged, working my hips even faster.

“Tell me why you did all this?”

“Please Tim, please let me cum. I’m so close. Please.” The pleads were all I could get my brain to process.

“Tell me, and you’ll get to cum.” He said simply. Like anything about this was simple. I was under his gölhisar escort control, where I had wanted to be. I was so close to being fulfilled and he wanted me to answer a question I had already answered? Was he getting off from torturing me? He must be punishing me for toying with him all this time.

He went back to sucking and kissing on my breast and nipples. Clearly saying I would get relief until he got an answer.

“I told you… uh… Tim… I want you. I always wanted you. Your hot and sexy… fuck… smart and you make me so horny. You know… this…please.” I moaned out to him.

“No.” was all he said

“No? What do you mean no?” I questioned. He ignored me, went back to sucking on my tits like it was his last meal. My nipples would feel raw in the morning and I was already craving the memory of him.

“Please…” I tried one last desperate plea. He released my right nipple with a soft ‘plop’ sound.

“You don’t want me.” His hand now finally working their way towards my pussy.

“Yes I do!” I exclaim as his finger slides easily inside my wet cunt. The feel of him inside me for the first time was indescribable. I had never felt such pleasure. His thumb was strumming up and down my slit, purposely avoiding my clit.

“You don’t want me, Phoebe. Its more.” He says. More? More? I don’t think I could want him anymore than I do. His beautiful body that I’ve dreamt of sweating over me multiple nights. It doesn’t help that he works out before coming in the office so he’s all sweaty when he walks in and heads to the company showers.

“What’s more?… Please… stop teasing…. Let me cum” I beg him. I’ve never begged for anything in my life before. Not for a job, a man, money, nothing. But here I was, begging this man to let me cum on his fingers.

“You don’t just want me. You need me. You need this. Me controlling your body, having you vulnerable, desperate, wet. God its like a fucking slip and slide here. How are you so tight Phoebe. How is my filthy little baby so tight and wet for me. Say you need me. Confess!”

He was right. I need him, I’ve needed him for a long time. More than just sexually, I need his company and his jokes and hour long rants about rugby and the tour de France. I need to hear him complain about putting on workshops and to hear him talk about the progress of his gym competitions.

I need him.

“I need you! I need you so desperately… please please please!”

“Good girl” with that he thrust in two more fingers and used his other hand to rub hard and fast on my clit, his tongue back on my nipples. Shockwaves from all angles.

I could feel that pressure deep in my stomach building, my wetness was dripping down my thighs, I could feel the cool air of the AC against it.

His fingers were pumping deep inside me as I was grinding my hips down hard on them.

My clit had never been so sensitive and swollen. I could feel it coming, I was cumming.

“I’m cumming, fuck… Tim…cum…Aaaaahhhhhh”

My hips bucked hard and fast, he bit gently on my nipple. My orgasm washed over me stronger than ever before. He kept fingering me, pressing on my clit as I rode the wave of my orgasm.

I was out of breath, slightly in shock and so happy and relieved. He finally pulled his fingers out of me, my thighs still spread wide. He licked his fingers clean and groaned.

The pleasure I felt from him loving my taste made me dizzy. I wanted him to feel as good as he had made me feel. My hand went to the zip of his smart navy blue trousers, but he gripped my wrists and moved them away.

“Tonight was about you, your pleasure. Seeing you come apart. Making you feel fulfilled. You don’t have to do anything more. You are still my employee, and I can’t corrupt you further. ” he stated.

I opened my mouth to respond but before I could he kissed me one more time and swiftly left the room. I knew then that he wasn’t going to let us happen again or go further. But two months ago he wouldn’t have stripped me down and made me cum like a whore on his fingers.

The next morning we met in the lobby downstairs as we had agreed prior to the events of the night before. I tried to bring it up in the taxi but he made sure all our conversations were strictly professional.

He took a week off work after and then worked from home the following week.

***Present day***

He’s been avoiding me for two weeks, but that ends tonight, and it ends with him in my mouth.

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Right before heading off to class, I got off the phone with Valerie. It was Thursday and I was headed into town for the weekend. Dreaming of spending the morning with her, I wished she was with me.

Mornings with Valerie were the best; watching her ride me, with her tits bouncing as she impaled herself on my dick. It was just like she was sprinting down the track, but she was topless…and the view was breathtaking. Then my thoughts strayed to how she tasted, and my mind took me to that moment, where I could taste her and feel the warmth on my tongue.

Reality struck, though, I had to present my design to the class that morning, and I didn’t have much time. It came down to going to breakfast or stroking one out; the latter was my only choice, because I couldn’t really go to the cafeteria with an erection, and I definitely wasn’t getting in front of that class, with a big ass hardon.

Focusing my thoughts on Valerie and stroking my cock, I could see her sensuous body flexing with mine, moaning with each of thrust, and yearning to be fucked. I pictured her caressing her breasts and tweaking her nipples, and that’s’ where I exploded, spraying creamy seed all over my belly. The mental image of Valerie slowly dissipated, despite being excited to hook-up that weekend. I knew I had to think of something else and I tried to focus on the points in my outline. My mind kept wandering back to Val, but I did get through the presentation, erection-free, and I got positive remarks from the professor…what a relief.

When I finally got home, she was parked in my parent’s driveway, and my buddy giving me the ride, “Looks like she’s anxious, too…don’t go and get her pregnant, now.”

I laughed, “Ass!”

Anyway, the plan was to stay at her parent’s place, and we were going out to lunch with my parents on Sunday, before I headed back. The key to all this was that her parents were gone, and my mother didn’t need to know that.

We ran into the house for a quick hello, and I could tell mom was more than excited about Valerie. She knew there was some attraction, but never ventured into any questions. Of course, that didn’t stop my brother; he whispered something rude about getting some. Beyond the go-fuck-yourself glare, I didn’t respond, but I was happy that Sunday’s plans didn’t include him.

We were both out-of-our-minds horny by the time we got to her house. I even thought about taking her atop the car, with vivid detail. Laying her over the hood, shoving every last inch into her and leaving big ass pool on the hood. I even pictured her with that sexy sated smile and cum dripping out of her.

After we pulled into her parents’ driveway, we were all over each other. I savored the feel of her firm curves, with my hands lingering over her breasts…and that taut runner’s ass. I gripped, digging my fingers into her cheeks before slipping a hand into her pants. She wasn’t wearing panties, and she gave me a sexy smile.

Caressing her bare bottom, I sensuously kissed her lips, and pulled her closer. When our lips finally part, she grinned, “We probably need to go in the house…we’ll be more comfortable.”

Once inside, our lips met in a wildly heated embrace. She wove her fingers through my hair, driving her tongue into my mouth. We were making out in the kitchen, and I had her resting on the counter, with her legs wrapped around me. Cupping a breast with my hand, I felt her stiffened nipple pressing into my palm, and I remember driving my tongue deep, and wanting to fuck her throat.

She must have felt the arousal because she slid a hand inside her pants, dragging a finger through her pussy. She held it up, grinning, “I know you’re gonna love this…look how wet you got me! But in all honesty, I think I was wet at your parent’s house…I’ve been a little horny all day.”

I sucked the finger clean, and the clothes started flying. She spread her legs, and showed me the pink, by pulling her lips apart. She was ready, begging me for satisfaction, and I got down on my knees, pushed my face between her thighs, and gave her the attention she needed. Trailing kisses over her toned thighs, I stopped short, inhaling the scent of her warm arousal, and teasing her pussy with my tongue. Anxiously, she dragged her fingers through my hair, and nudged me closer, “Oh god…Rob…yeah…Rob, that…that makes me crazy!”

I licked the swell of her outer lips, kissing, and running my tongue back and forth over top, as she moaned. I paused and looked up to see how it was going, only to find her eyes tight and her head tipped back…clearly, she was enjoying the ride.

With my fingers, I opened her wider, and fucked her with my tongue, purposely teasing her clit whenever I felt the need. Each time, she trembled and moaned louder.

As she opened her mouth to speak, her words became sexy moans, as I pushed my finger through the tight folds, and licked her clit.

I pumped them deep into the warmth, with one thing in mind…I was determined to satisfy my kadıköy escort girlfriend with my tongue. But that was just the beginning; I loved that tight, little pussy far too much to pass it up.

With Valerie, I loved it all…I loved to tease her lust…hear her moan…taste her arousal…and feel my cock penetrating deep. The very second, she’s had an orgasm, I planned to fuck the hell out of her, slamming deep and filling her with a load.

It seemed like she was way past turned on…she was crazy horny, but so was I. Her body shuddered with pleasure, she started breathing harder, and her moaning dialog grew more steady, almost endless. “Ohhhh…ohhhh my goddddd…ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh, your tongue…mmmm…yeah…yeah, like…like thattttt!”

I watched her grope her tits, running her thumbs over the turgid peaks, while humping her pussy into my face, wetting it with arousal. After a week or two of abstinence, she was practically on fire and needing a good release. She was soaked, and getting wetter, but I pulled my fingers out, and licked the juice from her pussy lips.

She moaned, with disappointment, but I raised my fingers to her lips, “Here, taste.” She got a sexy grin and licked them clean. While she was sucking them dry, I grinned, “Mmmm…tastes good…doesn’t it?”

She nodded, “and what you’re doing feels sooooo…so good!”

Hearing that, I started in again, running my tongue over her clit, and pumping my fingers into her. The clit was engorged, and I held it in my lips, gently teasing and flicking it with my tongue. She almost jumped off the bed, breathlessly moaning, “Oh Rob…give me that…more of that…ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh…I need that…I need…need to cummmmmm!”

Working my fingers in and out, I curved them to rub her G-spot. Showing no mercy, I had her screaming and begging, “Oh god…yes…yes…yeah, that’s it…just like that…ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh…fuccccckkkkk!”

As the orgasm took over, she thrust her hips forward, grabbed the back of my head, and grinded my face. Despite all that, I kept working her the best I could, flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue. The pleasure was taking over, rippling through her body and growing with intensity.

Her legs tightened around me, and she moaned, “Ohhhh…ohhhh….oh my god…yeah…yeah…Oh my god, oh my god, oh god.” I looked up to see her rocking her head back and forth, as she soaked me with pussy. It all seemed to last…her orgasm seemed really long, and I loved every second of her pleasure.

Clearly there was some pent-up need being met, and I was proudly giving her the relief she needed. Though, my dick was throbbing with the same need, I was determined to finish her off. I wanted to see that sexy, sated smile, when she was catching her breath.

I was in the clouds when she did exactly that, “That…ohhhh…ohhhh that was amazing! You are way more than a perfect man…and a perfect cock…sweetie, that was awesome!” She shook her head, “Sorry…I don’t mean it’s all about sex, but you really spoil me…you know?”

I just licked my lips, and paused with a big shitty grin, “Um…I’ll just have to try harder next time…guess I’m a little tongue-tied, too…or maybe it’s just tired.”

She giggled, looking down between my legs…yeah, it was tenting the underwear, and probably drooling. I don’t remember, but I do remember, she stroked my cheek the way lovers would…and then she rubbed her hand over the bulge, “You really need a good one, too…give that tongue-tied tongue a rest, and give the big guy some playing time.” She grinned, “And you get to choose how we do it!”

“Let’s just get you naked.” She tugged on the briefs, but they got caught up on the erection; when she got them down, it bounced free, and she squealed.

“Can we do it in your bed!”

She nodded, and anxiously declared she had lube in the bedroom. I was more than ready and stroking on lube, but the how didn’t hardly matter. In her pussy…in her hand…in her mouth…or in between her tits, it didn’t matter.

She flopped down on her bed, looked up at me, and spread her legs for me. Watching me penetrate her pussy, first with lubed fingers, then something much larger. “Yessss…mmmm…this was the right choice…I needed that.”

Tight around my cock’s girth, her pussy always took a little time to adjust. I knew the drill, taking it slow to give her time, before going all the way. Four or five times, I pulled out almost completely, before thrusting back in, going deeper and deeper.

She squealed when I finally sank the whole thing, deep into her belly. At that moment, it was all about her man’s cock, satisfying her needs…and satisfying my needs. She was still tight, but relaxed enough, to where I could go faster. Pumping every inch, into that warm pink flesh, I savored the tight grip and how it caressed the shaft.

She smiled tenderly, “Mmmm…this’s a beautiful thing…we share…yes…yes…oh god, yessssss! It…it kağıthane escort always touches all the good parts.”

She had a sweet smile and I nodded, leaning in to kiss her, “Yes….yes, it is.”

She wrapped her arms around me, pressing her steamy body against mine. We made out and fucked like that for just a few minutes, till our lips parted.

She started moaning and rolling her hips up to meet my thrusts, “Ahhhh…ahhhh…yeah…Rob…Rob…just keep…just keep fucking me…ahhhh yeah!”

Pushing her legs way back, and going at it, I was crazy hard and fucking even harder. I sensed that she was almost there, again, when she started working her clit, “Ahhhh…yeah…yeah…yeah…oh god yeah…ahhhh…ahhhh…fuck…fuck me…fuck meeeeeeeee!”

We were grinding hard, and her body was wildly flexing with my thrusts; her voice wavered as she cried out, “Fucc…cckkk…m…e…fuck meeeeee!”

She was in sensory overload, moaning and gasping with pleasure, but I was humping and grunting, “Uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…fuuuucccckkkkkkkkkk…fuuuucckkkkkkk!”

I held her tight, unleashing the first of it, deep into her belly. With my balls and cock flexing out a load, I slowly pumped her, slamming all the way in. I wanted to drain my balls deep inside…but I remember fantasizing that it was deep enough that cum was spilling into her throat.

She wrapped her legs tight around my waist, as I emptied my load. After finishing, I desperately wanted to stay inside, pumping slower, and savoring her pussy’s warmth. I slumped forward some, wrapping my arms around her to grind it deep.

Filled with her man and his breeding load, she groaned, “Yeah, love it…keep it up…yeah…yeah…keep it up…ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh…spoil me…spoil me more…ahhhh yeah!”

I kept fucking her like that, all the way in and nearly all the way out. With my balls gently tumbling over her ass, I watched her moan, “Yeah…yeah…gimme that dick…spoil me more…fuck me…fuck me good!”

I guess she felt it coming on, and started working her clit, tipping her head back and moaning, “Oh yeah…yeah…yeah…fuckkkkk…fuccckkkkkkkkkkkkk!” Again, she shuddered, bucking against me, with waves of a pleasured release.

Though she was sated, I didn’t pull out right away, knowing she loved having it buried deep inside, just feeling its heat and its girth. Too big for her…but perfect for her. Eventually, I slowly dragged it out, but she wasn’t ready to call it quits, just yet.

I watched her lovingly caress my cock, trailing her fingers over the head and down over the veined shaft. Cradling it within her hand, it still glistened with sex, and she sat up to kiss the tip. With the tip of her tongue, she slowly licked her way around the shaft.

Then she looked into my eyes, swirling her tongue over the head, and gradually working her lips around the shaft. Her lips were tight over the crown, and she teased the ridge, while I moaned, “Oh fuck…that feels…ahhhh, that feels so fucking good…my dick’s never gonna get soft…is that the plan?”

Nodding in response, she kept fucking her mouth, “Yeah…keep that up…fuck yeah…yeah…yeah ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh…fuckkkkkkk!”

She paused once, pulling off to focus her tongue on the head, teasing the ridge…poking the slit…and flicking the head, fast and hard…almost grinding it with her tongue.

I started to moan louder and roll my hips, and she let me mostly take over…while she kept the focus on the swollen crown.

I couldn’t go all the way, but I was definitely poking her throat…not real hard…but still poking it.

When I felt it coming, I pumped faster through her lips, pushing myself closer and closer. I watched her eyes get big, and cheeks puff out as if she was ready for a massive load. It wasn’t massive but it gave us both what we needed.

It came on fast, spilling warmth over her tongue…and I shuddered, thrusting slower into her mouth. She swallowed, slurping it down and sucking the shaft like a straw…trying to get every last drop.

I relaxed, sinking into the bed, and taking a big breath. I laid there quiet for a minute, comforted by the warmth of her mouth, and thrilled to have a sexy-as-fuck girlfriend, that loved sex as much as I did.

She giggled, “I guess I was a little more than tongue tied there…with you, it’s more like tongue tied and a mouthful.”

She looked at me, smiling, “You know…sex is really athletic, just like running; if I want that kind performance out of you, I need to keep you fed. So…I’ll have you know, I’ve planned out our meals. You’re going to love dinner…and breakfast.”

“I bet I will…but I hope you’re part of breakfast, too.”

She grinned, “Maybe…you just never know…you’ll just have to wait to find out.”

That night, we felt very adult, sharing a bottle of wine and cooking dinner together. I remember we had steak sandwiches, with big fries, and a yogurt dessert; I was amazed kağızman escort at how good everything was. I guess I was hungry, but it was really good…I just hadn’t even thought about either one of us being able to cook…let alone cook well. I couldn’t wait to cook a meal with her again, but I wanted to cook a meal for her, too.

We talked over dinner, and I think we talked about everything…I’d just realized that I wanted to stay in my major…and not transfer to architecture. I loved what I was doing…and where I was at…and I loved being with Valerie. That night, she fell asleep in my arms…and I helped her to bed.

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The next morning, we went out for a run. Her parents didn’t know we were shacking up, at their house, and we didn’t want the neighbors to raise any suspicions or say anything to them…so I remember we drove several miles to run on a trail.

We took it slow and talked along the way, and she said, “You know Lisa and I were carpooling to classes this week, because her car’s in the shop. She ran over a curb and messed up the front of her car. Anyway, I had a long conversation with Lisa.”

I assumed it was about Lisa’s annoying curiosity or her prying and I rolled my eyes, laughing, “She really can’t let things go, can she?”

“Yeah, she is persistent.” She cleared her throat, “Can I ask you something…well, that’s…sort of kinky?”

I thought, what was this going to be…I don’t know why I got so worked-up, but my head was spinning with wild shit. I guess it was just the fact that it involved Lisa…she was crazy, always wanting Val to get her dick pics. There’s nothing wrong with being into sex or men’s penises, but I wasn’t comfortable with her having pictures. Anyway, I thought Val was going to say Lisa gave her polaroid camera…or maybe she was coming over to see it in person…or maybe she wanted to experience it in bed. The threesome fantasy really got me thinking…and I really wondered how I was supposed to respond. Though, that concern evaporated when she said, “Well, she told me that her boyfriend liked to tie her up sometimes.”

“You want me to tie you up?”

“Well, maybe…I like that idea, and…and I think I’d like to try it sometime…but…I really wanna tie you up…just your hands, though…but maybe your feet.” She was nervously excited, “I wanna ride you…um…when you’re…um tied up to the bed?”

The cowgirl proposition was enough to get me hard, but the thought of being tied up and used by my girlfriend was something new…and really hot. She was waiting for a response, and I finally answered, nodding with big shitty grin, “Fuck yeah…when and where?”

She was almost breathless, “I…I didn’t know how you’d take it…um…anytime…maybe when we get back. I need to shower…and I have rope…I bought rope. I promise it won’t be too tight…I’ll just tie your hands…to the bed posts.”

When we got back, we showered together, making out under the hot spray, until the hot water started to run out. I remember being excited…and a little nervous about things, because I’d never been tied-up before.

Valerie didn’t seem to be nervous at all, drying herself and running back into the bedroom. She pulled the rope out of her desk, holding up the tightly wrapped coil of 50′ and joking, “I hope this is enough.”

She was giddy and giggling as she tied my hands, “You okay…does it feel okay?”

I smiled, “Feels good…and you are one sexy girl scout!”

“Thank you.”

I looked down, and it clearly liked a sexy girl scout, hovering over my abs, bobbing…swaying…and even throbbing. I was beyond turned-on, because not only was I in her bedroom and tied up on her bed, but I could also see she was anxious and ready to ride me.

Her gaze slid up and down over my body, with her eyes finally settling on the peak of my masculinity. She beamed down at me, “Now, I’ve really got you where I want you!”

My dick was thick, erect and calling her name, and she stroked it from the base to tip. For a brief moment, she cradled my balls, but quickly refocused all her attention back on the shaft.

She started using both hands, making sure to grip lightly in a way that she could tease the ridge with each stroke, up or down. When I started to thrust through her hands, she grinned, “Somebody likes what a very sexy and talented girl scout can do.”

She started putting all her attention on the head, sending sensuous shudders through my body. The friction was nothing short of ecstasy, and I groaned, desperately humping her hands.

Leaning forward some, she was getting ready to take it between her lips, and I could see that cute, lusty smile Valerie had. She ran her hands over my lean, sculpted legs, savoring the firmness, but slipping her hands underneath to cup my ass and licking the very tip of my cock.

When she felt me shudder, she pulled off and grinned, watching my cock throb just inches from her lips. “Someone really likes that…don’t they?”

“Ohhhh…fuck yeah!”

She licked it a minute or two, before taking it back between her lips. Again, she sucked just the head, sinking her fingers into my fleshy cheeks, and driving my dick as deep as she could go.

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The Ways of Lust Ch. 03

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***All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older***

I felt a stirring against the front of my body as I slowly regained consciousness. My eyes opened slowly to find I was still on the couch in my office, laid out on my side across its length. An arm and a leg were draped over a still-sleeping Senna, who was playing the little spoon. Her back pressed against my chest and my cock rested nestled between her asscheeks. It was almost pitch black as we cuddled under the light blanket, only the city lights streaming through my window providing any illumination.

Senna’s heavy breathing indicated she was still in a deep sleep. Her thick, curly hair tickled my face and my hand lay gently on her flat stomach. It was cool in the room but we were sweating under the blanket from our combined body heat.

As I took all of this in my cock stiffened in the crevasse of her ass. My hips moved involuntarily, ever so slightly, our sweat allowing my cock to slide easily along her asscrack.

Senna’s breathing became lighter and she yawned. She was waking up too. Would she tell me to quit? Would she leave?

No. As the realization of where she was and what was happening dawned on her, she backed her ass into me, inviting me to continue. My hand drifted up from her tummy to her chest and I lightly teased her nipple with my fingertip. She cooed approvingly.

I slid my hand between us to reposition my cock, wanting to bury it between her thick thighs. She understood and lifted her leg, then brought it back down to squeeze my cock against the soft flesh of her inner legs. The top of my shaft rested against her pussy lips and the dried cum that caked it.

I returned my hand to her tit and resumed my grinding. Her pussy began to moisten as the top of my shaft rubbed against it, mixing with our sweat to provide a nice lube. Senna toyed with her clit as I fucked her thighs.

“This is hot…” she mumbled in a sleepy daze.

“I’m gonna cum between your thighs,” I replied.

“Yes…please,” she approved.

The pace of my thrusting sped. I took her earlobe between my lips as I kneaded the flesh of her tit. She pressed harder against her clit as she massaged herself to orgasm.

She climaxed quickly and her pussy juices ran down her legs to coat my cock, making it even slicker against her skin. I bucked hard against her as I pulled her hips into me.

I groaned as I came. Some oozed between her thighs. Some sprayed across the floor as my cock peeked from between her legs.

I left my cock nestled between her messy thighs as we both drifted back to sleep.

***

The next day was a Saturday. Senna and I woke early and, cleaning up as best we could, went our separate ways. I ordered a cleaning service for the mess on my rug.

Sitting at the small table in my kitchen, I sipped a cup of coffee as I drafted my email to Suzanne at her Living Lust address. I detailed the events of the previous day and early morning, kırıkkale escort leaving out only Senna’s identity. I hit send and went on with my day.

After a workout, some grocery shopping, and a few other errands I sat at the same table to eat lunch. My phone dinged, indicating I had an email. It was from Suzanne.

There was nothing in it except a link that said “Activate Account.” I clicked it and it opened my browser to the Living Lust page. My username was already set to my first and last name but I was prompted to make a password. I did and I was granted access to the site.

A profile page popped up. It was my own. My name and the picture I used on some other social media sites headlined the top. Underneath this, my information was displayed in a list format. Among the data points were:

Category: Stud

Status: Probationary

Level: 0

Specialties: Unknown

It seemed odd that a profile had already been filled out for me. I could only guess what it meant. But the last couple of items made my jaw drop in disbelief.

Background Check: Cleared

Medical History: Cleared

Had they been able to get my medical records in a few hours? How? Wasn’t this a felony-level invasion of privacy? And what about the background check? Why?

As if on cue a box popped up on my screen: “Suzanne wants to video chat.” I clicked allow. Another window opened with Suzanne on the other end of the camera.

Today she wore a black blouse with a deep “v” to draw attention to her ample cleavage. I could see she was sitting in an office, decorated with modernist taste. It looked expensive.

“So, you had a good night?” Suzanne chimed.

“Suzanne, what’s going on?” I said, confused and a little annoyed despite enjoying the view. “How do you have my medical records?”

“Oh, don’t worry,” she reassured me. “It’s just us doing our due diligence. That information stops with us and we take privacy very seriously, despite what it might look like. You’re clean, by the way.”

“But why the hell do you need it?” I shot back. I wasn’t one to call the police over anything that wasn’t an emergency but this seemed to meet those criteria.

“If you’ll calm down for a sec,” she said, also annoyed, “I’ll explain what’s going on.”

I was about to respond when I caught myself. I forced myself to relax. The more I knew about what Suzanne and her group were doing with my sensitive information, the better.

“All right…” I reluctantly agreed, settling back in my chair.

“Ok,” Suzanne started. “Simply put…well, do you remember what I told you about lust? How it’s a good thing if it’s used correctly?”

I nodded.

“It takes a specific kind of person to live that way,” she continued, “At least in terms of making it a lifestyle. Because of that, we need to be very selective about the people, especially men, we let into our network.”

“Is that what ‘Living Lust’ is?” I asked.

“Yes, kırklareli escort but the name’s not important. It’s the people in it and what we do.” She raised an eyebrow. “You following so far?”

“So far,” I said. It wasn’t that hard to understand now. This was a sex ring.

“Good, because that’s about all I can tell you at this point.”

I didn’t feel like she had told me anything.

“But,” she continued, “If you’ve gone as far as you want to go just say the word and I’ll delete all of your information, including your personal records. You’ll never hear from me again.”

That was probably the right call. Better safe than sorry.

But how often does a guy get invited to try out for a sex…community, network, cult, whatever?

What she said next made my decision a bit easier. “And if you decide to continue, just know that you can leave at any time and, of course, we’ll wipe all your information from our database.”

So, my choices were to leave now and perhaps never get this opportunity again or test the waters and still have that option.

“Alright, Suzanne,” I said, my voice betraying that I wasn’t completely convinced this was legitimate. “I’ll stay in it for a bit to feel it out. But I have no problem with walking away if anything feels…nefarious.”

“I understand,” she nodded.

“So, what happens next?” I asked.

“We’ll set you up with some of our approved evaluators so they can make sure you’re a good fit for our network. Just wait for them to contact you through the website.”

“Ok.”

“As for right now,” she said as her voice became a little softer. “I’ll be your first evaluator…First I want you to back up a little so I can see your lap.”

I scooted my chair back until she could see from the top of my head to my knees.

“Now take out your cock.”

“What?” I exclaimed. “Here? Now?”

“Mark, if you’re going to be so reluctant all the time maybe you’re not cut out for this…”

“No,” I stopped her. “I’m sorry. This ‘give in to lust’ thing takes some getting used to.”

Suzanne giggled, “Yes, it does. But it’s so worth it.”

I stood and pulled my shorts and boxers to my ankles. I sat down again, my flaccid penis drooping pathetically.

“Since this is your first time doing something like this, I gather,” Suzanne said, “How about some help?”

I liked the sound of that. “What do you have in mind?”

“Why don’t you call me Mommy?”

That was one I’d seen in porn but I’d never tried myself. “Mommy?” I wasn’t sure I liked it. “Ehhh…”

“No?” she said. “What about…Babygirl? Why don’t you let your Babygirl watch you touch yourself…Daddy?”

That did it. I felt my cock begin to stir. I began to stroke it with my fingertips as it rose in my lap. Suzanne smirked, knowing she had just unlocked one of my kinks.

“Yes. Why don’t you touch yourself while your needy little Babygirl squeezes her titties together for kırşehir escort you?” Suzanne leaned over and, with her hands on the outsides of her tits, smushed them together under her shirt.

“Oh…you like it when your princess plays with her titties?” she cooed as she shook her breasts for the camera.

“I do,” I replied. “Daddy likes it when you play with your big, fat titties like a good girl.”

“What do you imagine doing to my milky tits, Daddy?” she asked.

“I imagine laying my princess on the bed and taking her shirt off, then having her smush her boobs together like a good girl so I can fuck them with my hard cock.” At this point, I was fully erect and well into my fantasy.

“Mmm…you’re such a loving Daddy,” she approved. “I would love that. Maybe I’ll stick out her tongue so I can lick the tip of my Daddy’s big, strong cock.” She stuck out her tongue and slowly ran it around her deep red lips.

“You’re doing such a good job, Princess. You’re gonna make me cum for you,” I said as I edged closer to orgasm.

“Oh, Daddy…it would make me sooo happy if you’d cum for me,” she squealed. “It would make me feel soooo pretty.”

I leaned forward to grab a napkin off the table and sat back. I focused on her wet lips, imagining them kissing the tip of my cock as the head peeked out from between her tits.

“That’s right,” Suzanne encouraged. “Cum for me, Daddy. Cum for your Babygirl…”

My testicles tightened and cum sprayed into the napkin, much of it dripping down my cock and balls onto the chair.

“Good job,” Suzanne said as my cock still spasmed. “I’m even a little wet. We’ll be in touch.”

With that, the window closed. She was gone. It was just me and my exhausted cock in my hand.

***

I looked at the clock. Almost midnight. And I was nowhere near tired enough to fall asleep.

My sex drive hadn’t been this extreme in a long time. I had already jerked off two more times that evening, but that “conversation” with Suzanne had shaken something loose in me. It was like my entire nervous system had been reprogrammed for one purpose: to find a woman and to please her.

I picked up my phone and texted Michelle: “You awake?”

“Yeah,” came the response. “Just reading. What’s up?”

I was about to text back but, changing my mind, hit the dial button instead.

“Hey,” came Michelle’s voice on the other end. “Can’t sleep?”

“No,” I admitted. “I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

“Like what?” she asked.

“Like…you.” There was silence on the other end. I imagined she was bracing herself for a confession of love that would derail our platonic arrangement. I needed to assure her that’s not what this was at all.

I continued in a slightly deeper, slower voice. “I’ve been thinking about how good you tasted yesterday. How your juices tickled my chin as you leaked into my mouth. How your excited clit protruded, begging my tongue for affection.” I paused. “Shall I continue?”

A moment of silence elapsed, then a whispered “yes” from Michelle. In the background I heard the buzzing of a vibrator click on. My hand found my erect cock and slowly began to stroke.

“Let me start by describing how your pussy lips taste when my tongue slides through them…”

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Fist of the Lower Intestine

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It was a Friday night and Hannah was bored stupid with her and Germaine’s usual outings. It got to the point where she just wanted to stay at home and surf the Internet and watch movies on cable.

Germaine suggested that she visit his dojo in town. He thought it would be fun, and good exercise for her to learn self-defense.

Hannah ordered a karategi online.

When Friday rolled around again, Hannah got a phone call from Germaine’s instructor, Miguel.

Miguel was a dan in Ki-Aikido.

Germaine was already gone with friends, so Hannah asked Miguel to pick her up and take her to the jodo.

Teah was out with Grandmom Rhonda doing the laundry and Hannah didn’t have much to wear.

Hannah wore a tight white t-shirt, black leggings and shiny black high heel pumps.

Miguel pulled up in his sports car and he even got out and opened the passenger side door for her.

Hannah couldn’t recall the last time Germaine ever opened a door for her. Miguel drove into town and talked about everything, but Martial Arts.

At first Hannah thought he was a chatterbox, but once he brought up relationships, she started to brag.

“I got a good man,” Hannah said.

“Germaine is a great guy, isn’t he?”

“What more could a woman ask for?”

“Do you trust your man?”

Hannah looked at him and laughed.

“Of course I do. I know he ain’t out tonight trying to push up on other girls. He’s too shy.”

“It’s usually the shy ones that get seduced. I know what I’m talking about.”

“No you don’t,” Hannah said. “You’re just as crazy as you are lonely.”

At a red light, Miguel looked down at her huge thighs in the black leggings. He looked at her black pumps and the tacky white shirt.

Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail.

“Laundry day, I’m assuming.”

“Yeah,” Hannah said, and cut her eyes.

The car pulled off.

“It’s okay. I’m a sweet suit guy myself.”

He turned into the parking lot.

“Here we are.”

Miguel and Hannah got out and went inside. It was cool inside the dojo, compared to the humidity outside.

Hannah walked over to a showcase with her gym bag. Miguel turned on all the lights and met with her.

“Those are mine.”

Hannah saw plaques and awards, all with the name “Miguel Parker” on them.

She looked at him.

“Where are the trophies?”

“We don’t compete here,” he said.

“Then what’s the point of learning the moves?”

“Hannah, Aikido is a defensive martial art. We do not look for trouble. We seek the most peaceful and fluid resolution to conflict. We use the natural power of gravity, timing and circular movements, and we train to coordinate both mind and body.”

“Look at me,” she said. “Do I look like Aikido material to you?”

“Ki-Aikido is beneficial for everyone regardless of size, age, gender or physical ability.”

While Hannah looked at the other plaques and awards, Miguel took a few steps back and checked out her bubbled ass in those tight black leggings.

Hot damn, he thought. I’d love to stick my Jo into her Ki.

Miguel clapped his hands.

“Come now, my Deshi. We have much to do.”

Hannah turned to him.

“Where do I get dressed?”

Miguel pointed her to the dressing rooms.

He watched her switch away. He got dressed out in the open, on the padding.

Hannah came out in her karategi. She looked silly standing there. She bought it two sizes too big. She moved toward Miguel and stood in front of him.

“You may want to cuff your pants,” he said.

When she stood there staring at him, he kneeled down and turned up the ends of her pant legs.

He saw a rhinestone beaded chain around her ankle.

Her toenails were unpolished, but very glossy.

Miguel thought that it must’ve been nail enamel.

“You may wanna remove that.”

Hannah looked down and lifted her leg a bit.

“Germaine bought it for me.”

Hannah watched Miguel sit on the padding with his feet under him. Hannah sat next to him. He breathed deeply, and then he started lightly pounding his body parts with his fists. Hannah watched him do this.

“What are you doing?”

“Warm up,” he said. “Gets the blood flowing.”

Hannah did what he did, but eventually stopped and just watched him do it, and thought about how weird it looked.

“This is how you tumble,” he said.

Hannah watched Miguel forward roll off of his right shoulder and arrive at his feet.

“You try.”

Hannah started by putting both hands on the mat and her head down.

Miguel grabbed her by the waist.

“No, no, no.”

His grip was firm and strong.

“Never go head first. Fall on your shoulder. Your body should curl as you tumble.”

He used his hand to make a diagonal line from the back of her right shoulder to the lower left of her back.

“This is where you want the floor to hit. When you tumble, you roll diagonally. Try it again.”

He watched her do it correctly this time.

“Good. Now do tumbles to the end of the mat and tumble back.”

Hannah did this, and on the last tumble she fell forward with her big mardin escort but in the air.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Just a little dizzy,” she sat up. “Now what?”

Miguel had his arms out, but angled downward. He threw himself backward on the mat and fell with his head raised and his arms up at the elbows.

“Break falls.”

“You want me to fall with nobody to catch me?”

“Break fall is a safety move,” Miguel said. “You’re making the fall less forceful on your body. When you break fall, you keep your head up and your arms and legs up and out.”

Miguel got up.

“Like this.”

He break fell again and stood up.

“Now you try it.”

“Break your fall,” she said without enthusiasm.

Hannah put her arms out and looked behind her like something was there. She looked behind her a few times and then spread her feet apart a bit.

When she hesitated to do it, Miguel walked over and shoved Hannah down.

Hannah fell back on her butt and back, but her head, arms and legs remained off the mat.

“What the fuck is your problem?”

“You did fine,” Miguel said.

He hit his chest.

“Now do me.”

Hannah got up and straightened her karategi.

Do you? she thought. I’ll rape you with all cock-choking, pussy-stroking intent.

She noticed his ripped biceps peeking from behind the front of his open karategi.

She moved toward him and shoved him down. He was quite heavy when she pushed him, but he went down with a break fall anyhow.

Hannah started to move like a boxer.

As she danced around, she cut mini farts that only she could hear.

Miguel stood, hands at his sides.

Hannah put her hands up.

“You ready to spar?” he asked.

“I took kickboxing before,” she said. “This should be easy.”

He pulled open his karategi shirt and palmed his insanely ripped chest.

“Then hit me.”

Hannah moved in and swung at him, but it was like he vanished and before she knew it, she was spun by her punching arm on to the mat.

She looked up and saw Miguel standing over her.

“We don’t teach that here.”

She got up and put her hands up. She rushed at him again. He did some kind of arm spin that flipped her and put her on the mat again.

She saw him over her.

“You done?”

She got up and jogged in place.

“Guess not,” he said.

He took his stance.

Hannah moved toward him. Before he could do anything, she spun around and jumped on his back.

She put her arm around his neck and coiled her legs around his upper body. It was like she was holding on to a piece of solid stone.

Miguel eventually got his hand between Hannah’s elbow joint and got her arm away from his neck.

He got hold of her heels and peeled her legs away from his body. He took her neck-holding arm and slung her around.

She flew off of Miguel and onto the mat once again. She got up on all fours and just looked at him.

Then she put her head down. She felt a solid stone of her own moving down from her lower intestine.

She touched her abdomen.

There was a lump on her lower left side.

She rubbed her tummy.

Miguel moved toward her.

“You okay?”

Hannah sprung up and started swinging at Miguel.

He ducked and dodged everything she threw.

“Hannah.”

She continued to swing.

“I think you should stop.”

She landed a blow to his face. She backed away and jogged in place.

“Let me train you.”

“I know what I know,” she said. “And you know what you know.”

“I don’t want anybody to get hurt,” he said.

“Yeah? Well, Miguel, I also came here to teach you something.”

Miguel laughed.

“What’s that?”

“I’m a bad mamma-jamma.”

“We’ll see about that,” he replied.

Hannah rushed in, spun around and tried to jump on his back again.

Miguel stepped to the side and lifted his arm.

Hannah’s lower jaw ran right into his elbow and she dropped instantly. Miguel looked down at her.

She was laid out on the mat, eyes shut, mouth open.

“Hannah?”

He kneeled down and nudged her.

“Hey Hannah.”

She was out cold.

Hannah came to in a room with a bench, a sofa, a table and some lockers. She was still a bit groggy and felt like she was in a dream state.

Maybe it was a dream.

It felt like one, because she was so displaced.

The last thing she remembered was moving toward Miguel on the mat.

She spun around and after that everything went black. She sat up slowly on a padded white table and felt her head.

“You’re alive,” Miguel moved toward her with his karategi shirt open. His muscles were all showing.

He handed her a cup.

“Drink.”

She sipped it. It was bitter like lemon juice, but it had a fruity zing to it. She drank it down.

“Looks like you got knocked the fuck out.”

She laughed. She swung her feet and looked down at them. She put her right foot up on the padding.

“What?” he asked. “What’s wrong?”

“My anklet.”

Miguel held it up in front of her.

She tried to grab it, but he moved marmaris escort it away with a smile. She grinned at him, jumped off the table and moved closer to him. She took it and looked at it.

“Thank you, Mickey.”

She looked up at him.

“Can I call you Mickey?”

“My mom calls me Mickey,” he said. “It’s okay.”

He walked away and put the cup near the sink. He went over to his locker, grabbed a towel and shut it.

“I’m hittin’ the showers. You comin’?”

Fuck yes, she thought. I’m hot and wet all in my pants just looking at your ripped and cut body, you sexy Rican.

Hannah found her gym bag on the chair and shouldered it. She followed him to the shower area.

“Men here, women there,” he pointed.

He entered the mens shower area with two urinals and three stalls. He went over to the shower area and turned on the water.

When he came back, Hannah was standing in front of the sinks with her gym bag.

“Hannah, this is the mens shower.”

She dropped her gym bag and opened the front of her karategi. She had on no bra and her tits wobbled.

He chuckled.

“Are you kidding me?”

She smiled and thumbed the elastic waistband on her pants. She turned around and slowly took her pants midway down her thick thighs. She leaned forward a bit and let off a mean fart. Miguel laughed at this.

She turned to him, pulled up her karategi pants and rubbed her tummy.

He moved toward Hannah and took her into his muscular arms.

She grabbed him behind the neck and kissed him.

He took her karategi shirt off of her shoulders until it fell on the floor behind her.

He continued kissing Hannah avidly.

This can’t be happening, can it? she thought. I am dreaming, aren’t I? This has to be a dream. I know I got knocked out. So I have to be dreaming about this.

Hannah pulled out of kissing and pulled down the front of his pants. His penis hung low, but now it was starting to rigidify.

My goodness, she thought. What a long ass dick.

Hannah got down on her knees. She heard her karategi pants tear at the seat, but she didn’t care.

Germaine’s dick isn’t this long. It’s thick, but not long.

She got all of his meat in her mouth.

She sucked and worked that dick like she would strip the candy shell from a bubble gum pop. She licked the head of his dong and he moaned.

She felt her turd coming slowly.

But, the dick was more important.

I’m about to dookie on myself, she thought. But I don’t care. This is a long and hard dick and I’ve got to get it inside of me. I gotta ride this dick. I gots to have it. Just this once, I’ll do this. But, never again. Because I’m a good person.

Hannah was cutting low dry farts. She stood up.

“I have to use the toilet.”

He pointed to the first stall.

“Go ahead.”

Hannah pulled down her ripped karategi pants, stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

Miguel went over to the mirror and watched the reflection of her ass jiggling as she walked.

She entered the stall and kept the door open.

Miguel’s dick stayed rock hard as she sat on the toilet and peed. She leaned forward, hands folded.

She farted and grunted.

She put her head down, and then got up.

“That was quick,” he said.

Hannah came out of the stall digging in her ass.

“It won’t come out.”

Miguel found all of this amusing. She was such a pretty, shapely and sexy lady and she couldn’t poop.

“Why are you laughin’? You never seen a girl take a dump before?”

“I saw a woman’s caca once at a barbeque. She couldn’t wait for my sister to get done in the bathroom, so she took a dump in the field near my house.”

Hannah kissed him again and they went into the shower area. He removed the rubber band from her ponytail and they both got wet.

He took the soap, lathered up his rag and washed her entire body, and then his.

Then, he pulled her close and kissed her again while the shower water rinsed them off.

He rubbed her big ass in circular motions, and then his hands opened her cheeks.

A sharp bark fart escaped her.

She squatted down and started sucking on his dick again. She took his dong back into her mouth as far as she could allow.

It seemed to get harder and harder.

In her squatting position, Hannah felt her hard turd burrowing downward toward her anus.

She let the hunk of shit stop at her ring piece and just sit there, pressing on her asshole, trying to get out.

Warm water ran down there between her open cheeks and wet her open asshole with the mound of turd peeking out, and it felt so fucking good.

I got a big chunk of dookie stuck in my asshole, Hannah thought. I got this big dick all in my mouth. I should be a fucking porn star for my dope-ass head game.

She stood up and sucked the fecal mass back up in there. She put her arms around his neck and hung on as Miguel lifted her up by the undersides of her knees and propped her up on the safety railing.

He carefully adjusted his rigid dick at her pussy lips and let it slide into her plush mecidiyeköy escort warmth.

He shut his eyes and sank his cock into the softest, most snug snatch ever to envelope his penis.

Hannah held on to Miguel tight with his arms still underneath her legs. He began to thrust and hammer his dick all up inside of her.

Hannah dug her nails into his back.

His cock wasn’t splitting her open like Germaine’s, but it was long and tickling her G-spot.

Her turd started moving downward. This time it crept out about a half inch. It was wide like a 16 ounce bottle of peroxide and full of random lumps, like a thick discharge of horse poop.

Damn it, Hannah thought. That dick is so fucking hard and long. My dookie is so big and thick! Oh, my head. Oh, my body. My fucking pussy and my asshole are about to fucking explode all on this man. I need this. I deserve it. I want it.

Hannah took all 9 inches of Miguel; she felt the shower water running down the front of her face and all over her wet, matted hair.

Oh God, Hannah thought. I’m about to dookie.

Miguel was running his meat up in her deep. He felt his body quiver. His semen was building up for a huge explosion.

His dick is throbbing, Hannah thought. He’s about to blow. Is he gonna pull out?

Miguel shut his eyes and groaned loudly as warm jets of man gravy blasted between her thighs.

She just held on to him as he finished.

When Miguel let Hannah down, she held onto the railing and leaned forward with her knees bent and her feet apart.

Miguel looked down and saw a fat brown thing wobbling between her cheeks.

He couldn’t move. He was frozen as the shower water hit him.

She leaned forward a bit more and her cheeks fell open some more.

The turd was fucking huge. It looked like the balled fist of a grade school student.

“Look how thick it is,” he managed to speak.

But, he was still hypnotized by it. He watched her thrutch, and the turd shuddered. It stuck out four inches before it became lighter and smoother.

Hannah peed hard with streams of dark yellow liquid that hit the floor and ran down into the drain.

She lowered her head and got up on her tiptoes.

The fist-turd slowly came out of her anus and hit the shower floor with a loud PA-LAT.

Hannah got under the shower water and opened her cheeks up.

She let water run down the crack of her ass and she used her hand to dig out any remaining shit morsels.

Miguel stood and watched with a rock hard dick as Hannah washed her butt and hands with the soap. She turned the water off and stood next to her turd.

Miguel stared at her for a second, and then moved past her stroking his fully erect penis.

Hannah came out of the shower area drying herself with a towel. She wrapped the towel around her body.

Miguel was on the bench in his sweat suit.

She sat across from him and dried her wet hair with another towel.

“Now what?” she asked.

He just sat there looking at her.

“I have never seen anything like that before. That’s the biggest caca in the history of mankind.”

Hannah sat next to him and kissed him again.

“Let’s go back to your place.”

Miguel got up and went to his locker.

“I really should be taking you home now.”

He got his things out and shut the door.

“What’d you do with it?” he asked.

“I flushed it,” Hannah said. “But, it wouldn’t go down the first couple of times.”

Miguel looked at his watch.

“What time does Germaine get home?”

“Right before three.”

Miguel offered her something to drink and she drank it. Then, she started feeling sluggish.

Miguel grinned at her and moved toward her.

“What was that?” she asked. “I feel good.”

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I didn’t drug you. But, it will help you to relax.”

Hannah had her eyes closed, mouth open.

Because it felt so real to her, Hannah had a damp spot at the seat of her leggings.

Hannah opened her eyes and found herself on the passenger seat of Miguel’s car.

She looked and saw Miguel talking to Germaine outside. She checked the time on the dashboard.

It said 12:43 am. She exhaled in relief.

It was just a dream, she thought.

Germaine came over and opened the door.

“You’re awake,” Germaine said. “Don’t worry, he told me what happened.”

Germaine took Hannah’s bag and helped her out of the car. Hannah held on to Germaine as she walked.

Miguel got in and pulled off.

Germaine helped Hannah into the house and put her on the couch.

“You want something to drink?”

Hannah’s mouth was dry.

“Yes.”

Germaine came back with a glass of water.

“Miguel says you got it out for him in the dojo.”

Hannah only nodded.

Germaine opened her gym bag and took out her ripped karategi pants.

“You got a tear in the back.”

Hannah spat her water out.

Germaine watched her sit the glass down.

“You okay?”

“Can you get me some more water?”

After Germaine left, Hannah picked up her karategi pants and looked at the hole. She recalled getting on her knees to suck dick, and then the pants ripping.

No way, Hannah thought. I did not fuck that guy.

She touched her hair. It was back in a ponytail and dry. She looked down at her right foot in the black pump. Her rhinestone anklet was there.

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Cairn Howff Tales: The Jinn

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The Princess woke to the howling wind outside the Serai and realized she was alone in the large bed. It felt strange to be lying naked without the Pasha lying next to her. Slowly she raised herself from the mountain of pillows and searched in the dim morning light to see where he had gone.

Usually, she was the one who woke first, and she would lay in bed staring at the man sleeping next to her. Sometimes she would pull the sheets back to see all of him. He had become the center of her world these last few months. Even in his sleep, he seemed in control, a commanding presence that dominated everything around him. Recently, she had taken to caressing his shaft and bringing it into her mouth, waking that part of him before waking the rest. She would feel him stiffen and fill her mouth, and then his hand would rest on the back of her head, pushing her to go faster in this skill she had acquired or pulling her up to mount him. Once again, their passions would take over, and the coupling would begin again, just as it had the night before.

The Pasha was a patient lover, pushing the Princess to try new things and teaching her new ways to experience pleasures. While she wanted to rush toward the coupling she so enjoyed, he would take his time and slowly focus on a different part of her body, awakening her to the possibilities. Last night it had been that sensitive spot on her neck just below her ears. At first, his kisses were ticklish, but then, as his finger traced behind her ear and down her neck to her shoulder, her body seemed to come alive. Then he held her hands above her head and mixed his kisses with little nibbles, making her squirm, impatient for more. Her whole body tingled when he moved his hand down to pinch a nipple and lightly rub the center between her legs. He had taken her multiple times throughout the night, leaving her feeling drained and sticky from their activities. She would need an extra-long soak in the hammam to recover from their session, and she knew that would amuse the other women.

Now, the large empty bed with the cool sheets felt strange to the Princess. The wind seemed to be growing louder, and it scared her to think of the storm that was building. She saw the Pasha standing near the latticed screen that overlooked the hammam or tiled bath. Wrapping herself in one of the sheets, she padded across the tiled floor barefoot to stand next to him. Through the screen, she could see the first of the women from the harem splashing in the large pool as they began their morning bathes.

After the first few nights spent in the Pasha’s bed chamber, the Princess was surprised to find that he had this view of everything that went on in the harem. How many days when she first arrived had she spent bathing naked in that pool of cool water, unaware he might be watching her and the other women from behind this screen? Now, of course, it did not matter. She had decided to share her nights and her body with him. She had come to the Serai, a reserved and imperious Princess. Slowly they stripped her reservations and her ideas of what was proper as seyhan escort effortlessly as they had shed her of her clothes.

The hammam was filling up with women, and the Princess and the Pasha could hear the squeals of laughter rolling through the screen as they stood there watching the playful women. “What will become of them?” the Pasha muttered quietly, almost to himself. The Princess understood his worries but had no answer, so she took his arm, held him tight, and said nothing.

The raiders had become bolder of late, attacking nearly every caravan that passed through this part of the desert. Life in the Serai became difficult as supplies became scarce, and the tributes the caravans paid the Pasha decreased. To make matters worse, the raiders’ visits to the Serai were becoming more frequent, with their demands for food, wine, and water for their horses. Whenever these visits occurred, the women of the harem would retreat to the hammam and their chambers to remain secluded until the raiders left. The situation quickly became untenable, and the negotiations between the Pasha and the raiders’ leader were tense.

Since arriving at the Serai as a refugee, the Princess had relaxed into the comfortable rhythms of the place. In some ways, the casual and relaxed manners reminded her of her uncle’s court back home, where all the attention was on entertainment, fashion, and parties. However, here in this distant oasis, the focus was less on their dress than undress. The entertainment had a sensual feel that usually ended in some public sex between the Pasha and the women. Back home, there was a cut-throat nature to her uncle’s court. Everyone was trying to top everyone else to gain some favor. Here, the Pasha seemed to spread his preferences around equally, and all the women seemed content to take turns with him. Recently the Princess seemed to have a few more turns than the others, but no one seemed to mind.

When she was not curled naked at the Pasha’s feet or laying in his bed as he found some new way to use her, she spent her time in the hammam. The Princess loved the baths, which instantly broke the heat and refreshed her in ways no bath ever had before. There she would spend time with Opal and Jade, her two favorites of the Pasha’s women. They were the ones who tried to learn her English and had been most successful in teaching the Princess to speak their language. Slowly the three of them communicated better, and the Princess was gaining a better understanding of the conversations around her.

These two would also bathe her when she returned from the Pasha’s bed, and they would giggle as she told them what they had done and how she got each bite mark or bruise. When she was not with the Pasha, she would spend her nights curled up with one or both of them. This intimacy just happened and was something the Princess never thought of back home, where other women were her rivals more than her friends. Here it felt natural to accept the kisses and caresses of other women, and she was just as happy for either Opal or Jade when the Pasha side escort chose to spend the night with them.

Now there was a whirling sandstorm building outside. What began with an oppressive heat over the past few days had developed into a stiff wind that turned the sky and the air a deep red color. As the storm blew through, the harem women began shuttering the lattice windows to keep the sand out. This only worsened the heat, and the women were obviously concerned inside the darkened harem. Opal explained to the Princess that a storm like this was the work of Jinn, supernatural forces that would come to cause mischief or, worse, terror. It reminded the Princess of the ghost stories she had heard about her uncle’s castle back home, and it seemed to have the same effect on the women here. Just as she professed not to believe in ghosts, she said she did not believe in the Jinn. However, it was hard to listen to the howling winds and the murmuring women and not feel some trepidation.

Late in the afternoon, the raiders emerged from a cloud of sand at the Serai’s gates, demanding shelter. Once again, the Princess and the rest of the harem retreated into seclusion. Now, with the raiders spread out around the courtyard and the women hiding behind boarded-up windows, everyone settled into what became a slow routine. Ever gracious, the Pasha continued his tradition of serving everyone who sought shelter in his Serai. Always opportunistic, the raiders took advantage of his hospitality to eat, drink, and lay around. Late on the second day, the Pasha visited the harem to see how the women were holding up. The Princess could see the frustration on his face, even as he refused to say anything but comforting words to the women. She had seen this face on her father and uncle when they faced terrible choices in bad situations. The Princess knew not to bother him and become yet another problem for him. She decided to take it upon herself to ensure the harem was calm and unseen.

By the fourth day, the situation in the courtyard was deteriorating. The storm continued to blow, the raiders began quarreling, and the Pasha was losing patience. So, the Princess decided to change the situation. She spoke to Efra, the old cook who prepared all their meals, and told her to prepare a wonderful feast.

After the sun had set and the meal was finished, the Princess and the rest of the harem women entered the far side of the courtyard. The Princess first saw the shock on Pasha’s face and then the anger. However, he did not have time to react because a cheer had gone up from the assembly of raiders who had seen the women at the same time.

On the Princess’s signal, the women began to play their drums, flutes, and sashay into the courtyard, led by the Princess. On countless evenings they had danced this same dance for the Pasha. Now they would dance for the group of raiders. They moved across the courtyard in the torchlight, spreading out, each one or two of the women picking out a raider to entertain. The raiders were mesmerized by the swaying hips barely covered by siirt escort the silky cloth, and they were not as reserved as the Pasha. Soon they were clapping and cheering and then standing to dance with the women.

The Princess had singled out the leader of the raiders and was paying him special attention. She could see the passion in his eyes as he followed her every movement. She knew he was hers when she let the silk covering her breasts slip away. Glancing around the courtyard, the other women were disrobing or disrobed by the raiders they were dancing with. Then the women undressed the men.

The only man the Princess had ever seen naked was the Pasha. The man she danced for was at least ten years younger and did not have the finesse or the Pasha’s patience. When he first took the Princess, he was hurried and rough. Around her, she could hear the passions of other couples. She surprised him with kisses and caresses and used every intimate skill she had learned from the Pasha to seduce him.

Later that night, as the chieftain fell asleep, she thought she saw the Pasha watching her in the shadows. She could not be sure, and when she looked again, he was not there. If it was him, how long had he been there, and what had he seen? She knew he would not be happy with what had transpired this evening.

The next morning the sun rose over a clear sky. The wind had stopped blowing, and the morning temperature was cool. As the Princess stirred, the naked chieftain beside her reached out in his sleep with a low moan. She leaned over and kissed his forehead before sitting up to look around. The other women of the harem were slowly untangling themselves from the men they had slept with. As the women reached for discarded silks and tried to cover themselves in the bright morning light, the men began to stir as well.

Suddenly, one of the men cried out. His sword was missing. Soon all the men were awake and jumping to their feet, searching for their weapons. Pandemonium broke out in the courtyard as the men pulled on their clothes and shouted at each other. It seemed all their weapons, every sword, every gun, every dagger, every bullet, were gone. There were also no shields or armor.

Soon the raiders were turning on the women, accusing them of taking their armaments, and the women were shouting back at the unarmed men. The only one who remained calm was Efra, sitting in the middle of the courtyard stirring a large caldron of breakfast stew. Finally, one of the men asked her who had taken their weapons, and she simply replied, “the Jinn.”

This answer seemed to shake the raiders with terror, but a hasty search turned up nothing. The only explanation was that the Jinn had swept in and taken every weapon before blowing off. That afternoon, the raiders left the Serai with just their horses and the few clothes they had left.

Over the next few months, the situation in the Serai was much improved. The disarmed raiders could not attack the caravans, and the trade routes were restored and expanded. The Serai became known as a peaceful haven protected by the Jinn, and no one would bring weapons inside lest they disappear. The Pasha’s hospitality had expanded to include not only meals and a bed where the travelers could rest and resupply. Now, they could also share the pleasures of the women of the harem.

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My Oral Fantasy becomes a Reality Ch. 02

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This is Part 2 of “My Oral Fantasy becomes a Reality.” After being seduced with my first m2m kiss by an older gentleman four years earlier who released my gay side and introduced me to the pleasures of gay sex, I wanted to fulfill a fantasy of being a man’s cockslut and cumslut five times. I really thought that after servicing a man’s cock five times it would satisfy my curiosity and desires and I would return to my pursuit of females and t-girls. I was sure that after five service calls the novelty of sucking a man’s cock would wear off and that my seduction into gay sex four years ago would become merely an anomaly, a detour that would become a Dead End on my walk on the wild side.

In Part 1 of this story I met the man who would help me fulfill my fantasy, a good-looking Asian man with a smooth body and a perfect cock for me to suck. On my first service call, I was a very good cockslut as I fell in love with his beautiful cock and kissed it, licked it, sucked it, and worshipped and adored it to make my Top feel like the stud he was in my eyes. But I was less than a good cumslut as I spit out his manjuice after he fed me his load. I was determined to be a good cumslut on the next four service calls.

One week after my first visit, I was invited over for my second service call. I had been lifting weights and working out everyday since our first meeting, all of a sudden I had a desire to look good for my Top. I wondered to myself why I didn’t do the same when I was starting a new relationship with a woman. I figured it must have been the beta male inside me that made me want to please my Alpha male and seek his approval.

I dressed the same way for our second meeting, cockring, thong, tight jeans and a shirt that was more tight than comfortable. The only difference was this time I put on my collar before I knocked at his door so he would see that I was ready to be of service to him and his perfect cock. He answered the door and smiled when he noticed my collar and welcomed me in with a hug and a kiss on the lips, but still no tongue. Damn, maybe I should have told him my fantasy was to makeout with a man and also be his cockslut and cumslut.

I followed him to his bedroom where we both undressed and climbed into bed. As we were lying there touching each other I thanked him for seeing me again and told him how all I could think about since I met him last week was sucking his cock again. I apologized to him for being a bad cumslut on my first visit by spitting out his cum onto the towel. He told me not to worry, that he understood because he didn’t like the taste of cum and didn’t even like sucking cock very much himself. I told him that as my Alpha Top, he didn’t have to taste cum, but as his cockslut and cumslut, it was my duty to swallow all of his cum and not waste any of his precious manjuice. I was a little disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to share a cummy kiss with him, even though he hadn’t given me an open mouth kiss yet. But on the flip side, more of his cum for me to swallow.

I was there to suck his perfect cock so I slid down his smooth sexy body and went to work. Just as I remembered from my first visit, his cock fit perfectly in my mouth. I loved how I could take all of his cock in my mouth, it filled my mouth as it filled me with pleasure. His moans were my reward as well as my motivation to continue to please my stud. I was in love with his cock and in love with sucking it. I was completely focused on pleasing him and his wonderful cock, all in the world seemed right. For the first time in my life I felt like I “got lost in cock” and it must be what heaven feels like. No worries, no stress, just pure pleasure.

I didn’t want to stop sucking his cock but I could sense the end was near as his moans got louder and his cock got even harder. He grabbed my head and guided it up and down on his cock until he filled my mouth with his delicious sperm. Unlike last time, I was keeping this to myself. I kept his cum and cock in my mouth as I repositioned myself to lay my head on his stomach as I nursed every last bit of his lovejuice into my mouth. It was about five minutes before my stud’s cock went soft and another five minutes before I finally released it from my mouth and swallowed his cum. Those ten minutes I spent with both his cock and his hot cum in my mouth were just as enjoyable, if not more so, than the twenty minutes I had just spent working to get my tasty reward. I was finally a good cockslut and a good cumslut for my Alpha male.

I laid tosya escort down next to him and thanked him for letting me suck his perfect cock and for feeding me his sperm. I told him I loved the taste of his cum and was already addicted, or maybe addickted, to his cock and cum. He said I was a very good “cockbitch” and that he looked forward to more service calls. He didn’t know that in my fantasy there were only three service calls left.

I complimented him on his smooth and sexy body and asked him if he ever crossdressed. Even though in the moment he was my Alpha male, I still had visions of how hot and sexy he would look dressed up with a wig on. He obviously wouldn’t be my t-girl slut, perhaps he could be my Top Mistress. He said he had never crossdressed and asked me if I had dressed up. I told him that I had in the past but hadn’t done so recently.

He then got up and put on his robe and I got dressed to leave. He walked me to the door and gave me his customary hug and closed mouth kiss. As he pulled back I dropped to my knees and asked “Master, may I kiss your cock goodbye”? His cock was already in my mouth before he granted me permission. Since he referred to me as his cockbitch, I thought it was fitting that I referred to him as my Master. I came to the conclusion that there must be something about Alpha males and their desire to name their subs. My first male lover called me his “pussyboy” and my new Alpha male calls me his “cockbitch”. I thought my new name fit me well for my relationship with him.

When I got home I sent my new Master an email, once again thanking him for letting me service his cock and feeding me his sperm. I also told him how much I enjoyed savoring and swallowing his delicious cum, and I meant it, his cum was satisfying and rewarding. I checked my email the first thing the next morning and I was delighted to see an email from my Master. In his message he said he enjoyed our time together and wanted to know if I was available two nights later. Wow, I must be moving up in his chain of cockbitches, I was so happy and proud of myself. I couldn’t wait for the next 48 hours to pass so I could be back where I belong, between my Master’s legs sucking his perfect cock.

We confirmed our date two days later and he told me to bring the clothes I had for crossdressing. His request caught me by surprise, maybe my compliments about his smooth and sexy body and how hot he would look dressed up piqued his curiosity. I dug the clothes out of their hiding place, picked out the outfit that I wanted him to wear, and got ready to go see him. As I was picking out his outfit, I decided to change out of my thong and wear a pair of purple boyshorts to join in on the fun with him. I saved the black bikini panties for his cute ass.

I excitedly drove to his house, I was looking forward to seeing my Master become my Mistress. Once again I arrived at his house with my leather collar on and he greeted me at the door with a hug and a light kiss on the lips, but still no tongue. He noticed the bag I was carrying and said he couldn’t wait to see what i had brought. I eagerly followed him to his bedroom where we undressed but I kept my boyshorts on. I took the clothes out of the bag and laid them out on his bed to entice and excite him. I had brought a pair of black thigh high hose, black bikini panties, a faux leather miniskirt, a sexy black sleeveless top, over the elbow fingerless gloves, and a short auburn wig. He looked at the clothes and said “I bet my cockbitch will look great in those.” Wait, what? I told him that I thought he wanted to wear them for me.

He looked at me with a sly smile and said “I want you to wear those while you suck my cock.” Well he didn’t have to ask me twice if that was going to be my reward for dressing up. I dressed as quickly as I could since the only thing between thinking about sucking his perfect cock and actually sucking his perfect cock was putting the clothes on the bed on me. I quickly got over my disappointment at not seeing my Master dressed as my Mistress, he still wanted me to suck his cock.

He had me model for him before he put me in my proper place, between his legs with his cock in my mouth. In the past when I had dressed up, it was always with a t-girl, never with a man. I felt like I had skipped a step in my sexual exploration. I started out dressing up with t-girls, then I was in male mode with t-girls, then I was naked with a man, and now I was dressed up with a man. Was this a step backwards trabzon escort or just another way that I could please my Alpha male. Whatever the case, I was dressed up as a sexy slut and I had his cock in my mouth and we were both happy.

I was glad that I had a short-hair wig on as it kind of got in the way while I was worshiping his cock. Just when I sensed he was about to cum he stopped me and pulled me up next to him. I asked him if everything was okay and he assured me I was doing a great job. He then pulled down my boyshorts, hiked up my miniskirt, and started stroking my already hard cock while I stroked his. He climbed down between my legs and took my cock in his mouth. In more ways than one I swelled with pride that my Alpha male was sucking my cock. He previously had told me that he didn’t really enjoy sucking cock and here he was sucking mine, I felt so special. Then after less than a minute of sucking my cock he lifted my legs and started to rim my ass. I knew where this was going and I was more than fine with it. He opened up the nightstand drawer and got out a towel, a condom, and some lube and said “I want to fuck my cockbitch.” All I could say was “Please fuck your cockbitch Master.”

I was definitely tight as I hadn’t been fucked since my post-op t-girl lover and her strapon moved away six months earlier. He was very patient and gentle as he put me on my back and slowly entered me inch by inch as the pain gave way to physical and mental pleasure. I loved the physical feeling of having his cock balls deep inside me, stimulating my prostate and sending waves of pleasure through my cock, body, and brain. I also loved the mental pleasure of giving my body to my Master and pleasing him. My fantasy was to be his cockslut and cumslut, that did not limit pleasing him and his cock and making him cum to only using my mouth. If my Master wanted to use my ass to please his cock, that was okay with me. Although it did present a problem with my duties of being his cumslut. I didn’t want his delicious sperm to be shot into a condom, I wanted it shot into my horny and hungry mouth. I figured at worst case I would demonstrate my love for and addiction to his cum by drinking it from the used condom.

A few times he leaned forward and kissed me on my lips as he thrust his cock inside me making me moan like his bitch. Which I was, but I also felt like his lover. I chuckled to myself that there I was crossdressed in a wig, on my back getting fucked by the man who I thought would make a hot CD Top Mistress for me. I was right about the Top part at least. To my surprise I was enjoying everything but one thing, being dressed up. It wasn’t enhancing the moment for me, it was a distraction. The wig was hot and uncomfortable and being dressed up just didn’t feel right. I wanted to please my Alpha male as a man, that was a bigger turn on in my mind. I didn’t have to hide behind a wig and a pair of sexy panties to please my man as someone else. I wanted to be me, his beta male cockbitch and lover.

However, if my Master wanted me to dress up for him so he could fuck me, I was game for anything that would result in pleasing his cock. Don’t get me wrong, I was loving getting fucked by my stud, I just wished I was only wearing my cockring and leather collar while he fucked me. He continued to fuck me in the missionary position and from my viewpoint I was the luckiest cockbitch ever as I looked up at this handsome stud who was inside me.

After a while he took a break from fucking me and just laid on top of me with his cock still inside me. Being the appreciative cockbitch that he had turned me into for him, I thanked him for fucking me. I got up my nerve and shyly asked him if he would finish in my mouth since I loved the taste of his sperm. He agreed and gave me a few more minutes of heaven as he wiggled his cock inside me before he pulled out. I got up and went to the bathroom to get a couple of warm handcloths to clean us both up.

After we were both ready, I asked “Master, may I please take off my clothes and service you naked”? He granted my request and I undressed even faster than I got dressed. As I stood there naked in front of him, except for my collar and cockring, I felt even more lust for him and his cock. I felt more free, more natural, more naughty, more gay, and more like me! I immediately got back to my safe place between his legs and began sucking my stud’s cock that had just fucked me a few minutes ago. I was glad to be out of the clothes tunalı escort and wig, I didn’t want to be his sissy slut, I identified more with being his beta male cockbitch. I wanted him to know that man to man, he was my Alpha and I was his adoring beta.

I wanted to show him what a slut I could be for his cock and cum without dressing up and attacked his cock with an enhanced level of lust and passion. With the few men I had been with in the past, I always either wanted to dress up for them or have them dress up with me or for me. Until an hour ago, I even wanted my handsome stud Master to dress up for me. But somehow now my mental boundaries had been pushed out, I was completely comfortable being a man’s lover as a man, no crossdressing required. That doesn’t mean it was off the menu, it was just moved from the Main Course to the Appetizers section. I don’t think I could ever lose my desire for t-girls and CD’s, they’re just too damn sexy. And if a man who I was attracted to wanted me to dress for him so I could suck his cock, I would be his crossdressed cockslut.

Less than ten minutes later my Master rewarded me with a hot load of his manjuice that I held in my mouth as long as possible. I even tried to put on a show for him by drooling some of his cum back onto his still hard cock and slurping it up again like the cumslut that I fantasized I could be. My involuntary moans that I made while I sucked his cock with my cum-filled mouth were the same sounds that I made when he fucked me. I was really into my role of being his cockbitch, and loving every minute of it.

After five more minutes of nursing his cock and savoring his magical cum, I swallowed it all and was excited at the thought of my Master’s sperm with his Alpha DNA swimming inside me. I climbed up next to him, boldly kissed him on the lips, and thanked him for letting me suck his cock and drink his cum. He had never tried to fuck me during our first two meetings, I thought that maybe dressing up for him turned him on more. I asked him about it and he said “I actually prefer you undressed, I just wanted to see how far you would go to suck my cock.” I was impressed, a man with a plan. If he had only known I would have kneeled on broken glass to suck his perfect cock. He asked me if I liked dressing up and I told him “Not with you, I like being your male cockbitch.” He said “Good, that’s the way it will be from now on.”

After a little more pillow talk we got out of bed, got dressed, and he walked me to the door. This time without asking I dropped to my knees, separated his robe, and gave his cock a long kiss and suck goodbye. Just having his semi-hard cock in my mouth for 30 seconds got me hard again. I stood up and gave him a tight hug so he could feel my excitement from kissing his cock goodbye, and then gave him the most passionate kiss I could give without using my tongue.

Being the adoring and appreciative cockbitch that he had turned me into, once I returned home I sent him a message. I thanked him again for fucking me, letting me suck his beautiful cock, and feeding me his delicious sperm. I also thanked him for helping me expand my mental and sexual boundaries by making me realize that I did not need to involve gender play in my meetings with men. I could see involving gender play with some men, but not this man, my Master. He was all man, my Alpha male, and it turned me on the most to serve him as a man, his beta male.

I went to bed horny and hard at the memories of being with my stud and servicing his cock with my mouth and ass. Even though my cock only spent thirty seconds in his mouth earlier that night, my cock received more intense pleasure sensations than I could ever remember when he fucked me. I remembered my cock was only semi-hard, yet it felt like I was on the verge of coming while he fucked his moaning cockbitch.

I also took pleasure in having come to the realization that gender play was not a requirement for me to enjoy m2m sex and passion. That long overdue realization, along with my mistaken notion that I would be the Top with another man, had hindered my exploration of m2m sex. I was so excited at the prospect of reveling in this newfound knowledge with the man who showed me that being a man with a man can be even hotter and sexier without gender play and that I’m not a Top, at least not with him. I’m his adoring bottom cockbitch and that’s the perfect role for me with my handsome stud.

The only problem was my fantasy was to be a man’s cockslut and cumslut for five meetings, under my assumption that would satisfy my curiosity and I would move on, and I had just met my stud for the third time. I only had two more meetings with him and his perfect cock left, I was going to make the most of them.

To be continued…

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Captive Banshee – A Halloween Story

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This year the pixies brought me a tale of a Banshee as my Celtic Halloween story. At least, I think it was a pixie. It is sometimes difficult to keep the various Fay folk of the Emerald Isle in the proper category.

In any case this is the story of a captive Banshee and how she is finally freed. As with all my Celtic stories, some of this is historical, some is Irish myth, and some is literary license. I leave it to you to determine which is which.

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WARNING! This warning is probably not needed for this story, but my other stories are usually much stronger. If you are not familiar with my writings and look for other stories, please read the introductory notes so you have an idea of the type of content involved.

All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

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I normally ignore emails sent to me by people I don’t know– especially ones with attachments– but this particular message piqued my curiosity. That doesn’t mean that I didn’t do a special virus scan on it before opening it. According to my anti-virus program, the email itself scanned clean and the attachment appeared to be a standard pdf file with no links, so I opened the main email to see what ParaIrish101 had to say.

ParaIrish101 was actually Marie O’Callahan. That was a name I recognized– especially since her signature section included her picture and the name of her television program. She was the host of one of those cable paranormal investigation programs that you watch at one am when nothing else is on.

The subject line of the email had said, “A Celtic Halloween Mystery.” The text said simply, “From the Celtic stories you’ve posted, I think you would be interested in this. If so, give me a call.” It then gave two cell phone numbers. One was labeled, “Official Business.” The other was labeled, “Personal.”

I called the one which said, “Personal.” A soft feminine voice answered and I said, “Did you just send me a file?”

She stammered a moment and then answered, “Yes.”

“Call you back after I’ve read it,” I said as I broke the connection.

Yes, I act paranoid. But you aren’t truly paranoid if there are people out to get you. I’ve upset enough people in the electronic world with my stories that I have to be suspicious.

Ten minutes later I called her back. The file was a scan of a newspaper article. The headline was, “A Connecticut Banshee.” The story was about a Banshee which supposedly haunts an Irish pub in a small community just outside of The Devil’s Den Nature Preserve in Connecticut.

According to the article, the pub, which was called The Captive Banshee, had been established in the early 1800s. For over 200 years, local residents reported sightings of the Banshee, especially near Halloween. Her keening wail, which could regularly be heard splitting the night, was assumed to be a portent of death for the person who heard it.

When Marie answered this time, I asked, “Why me?”

She laughed and answered, “Because you are a man of few words who gets right to the point.” I heard her moving something around on a desk or whatever. “And,” she continued, “you have an understanding of Celtic myth and folklore.”

“There are a lot of experts out there,” I replied. “Many of them are better than me.”

“But none can write as well as you.” she said, starting to sound like a saleswoman making a pitch.

“And you need the publicity my stories would generate to leverage a jump to a major network with your show,” I answered.

After a long pause, she said flatly, “Yes.” Her voice then switched to desperate. “But that doesn’t mean this isn’t something that you would really like to do. … Something I need you to do.”

“Tell me what is so special about this Banshee for you,” I said. “Stay with the truth or I hang up and you can get a different expert.”

“I think this one is real,” yeşilköy escort she answered shakily. Her voice had that tension that comes from revealing a truth to someone you aren’t sure of.

“I think there is a Banshee… or something… held captive at that pub.” She said firmly and then paused… for a long time. Finally she said, “And this isn’t for my show. There will be no cameras or crew.”

She paused again and I waited her out. Finally she said, “It’s personal. Whatever it is, I have to free it… It has to be me… I’m the one who has to do it… because I’m the only one who can free it.”

That last came out almost like a question, as if she was afraid to say it, or thought that I wouldn’t believe it.

“What makes you think that?” I asked. I was now genuinely interested.

Perhaps my interest showed in my voice because her answer sounded much more relaxed. “For two reasons,” she said calmly. “One, I am a direct descendent of Shane O’Callahan who built the pub in 1809.” I could hear her clear her throat. “And two,” she continued with a bit more hesitancy, “the Banshee comes to me in my dreams and begs for my help.”

“Ooooh!” she blurted out in a deep, almost painful growl. “Now you probably think I’m weird or crazy or both.”

I laughed. “I’ve heard a lot weirder,” I said while still laughing, “from people who are a lot crazier than you.” Without intending it, my voice snapped to serious as I continued, “and what they had to say to me turned out to be absolutely true.”

“So you are willing to help?”

“Count me in,” I replied. “What do you want to do and when?”

“WHEN is part of the reason I came to you rather than some other expert,” she replied. “You are one of the few people who understand the difference between dark night and Halloween. Halloween is always October 31st, but true Celtic Dark Night is always the dark of the moon following the autumnal equinox. This year Dark Night is a full moon cycle before the Roman All Hallow’s Eve.”

Her voice became almost hard as she said very firmly, “Whatever this spirit is, it’s Celtic, not Roman. And to free it, we have to be there on Dark Night, not four weeks later when the rest of the media will be there for Halloween.”

While she was speaking, I was quickly consulting a moon phase calendar. “So,” I said, “we need to be at the inn the weekend of October first if we are going to meet this Banshee or spirit or whatever she is.”

“I’ve already made reservations for two rooms from Friday, September thirty through Sunday, October second,” she answered. “Do you want to meet me there or should we meet somewhere else first?”

“I’ll meet you there,” I answered. “I assume one room is in your name and the other is in mine.”

“Good assumption,” she replied, “I’ll see you Friday night.”

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I should have gotten better directions to the inn. My GPS took me hell and gone down the wrong road. I finally got back to the highway and stopped at a gas station and asked the attendant for directions to The Captive Banshee inn.

“Never heard of it,” was his quick reply.

“Shit!” I said loudly and then calmed myself. “Is there a haunted Irish inn or pub in the area?” I asked.

“Oh, yes!” he responded enthusiastically. “The Happy Irishman is just up the road. They rent rooms too.” He paused as if thinking deeply, “But the she devil isn’t supposed to show up until Halloween. That’s when all the news people are going to be here.”

“Good for them,” I said as I turned to leave. On the way back out to my car, I sighed and said softly, “If this is actually real, they’re going to be a month late.”

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Several miles down the road I arrived at a colonial style building set back just a little ways from what had once been the main road through the area. Evidently they built the new road right alongside the old one, so the old highway formed part of the parking lot for The Happy Irishman.

As I got out of my car, I looked up at the sign which hung out over the door. It was done in a typical colonial style with green, old-English lettering on a white background. Beneath the words, “The Happy Irishman Pub and Inn,” there was a caricature of an old Irishman, or perhaps it was supposed to be a Leprechaun. He was holding a full stein of beer and had a silly grin on his face. Somehow he looked familiar to me. Maybe I had seen a similar image in an ad somewhere, but I couldn’t imagine an advertising agency using an image that looked that fakey.

“Very authentic,” I muttered as I stepped through the front door into a very small entry area. Marie was already checked in and was waiting for me in the public house portion of the inn. I quickly checked in and took my bags to my room. It was basically a bed and breakfast type of place.

My room on the second floor was a very small, but serviceable bedroom. Since the building was from the 1800’s, there were no closets and the shower was down the hall, but somewhere along yeşilyurt escort the line, someone had added a very small bathroom in the corner that I evidently had to share with my neighbor. There was a small sign on the door which said, “Remember to keep this door closed and locked when not in use.”

I left my bags unpacked in my room and went back down to sit with Miss O’Callahan. She had gotten us a booth. Menus were already on the table as well as a tankard of dark ale. It was on my side of the booth. She was sipping what looked like a standard pale American lager.

“I see you’ve done your homework,” I said as I picked up the tankard.

“This may be my only shot at this,” she replied. “I did my research.”

“And your research brought you to me,” I said.

“Actually,” she said firmly, “my research brought you to this inn.” She shoved a menu across the table to me and said, “The owner has agreed to meet with us later after we eat. They have everything from Black Pudding to Cottage Pie. He recommends the corned beef if you want something Irish. Otherwise they have a full range of steaks.”

I wasn’t sure that ordering a steak in an Irish pub wouldn’t put me on the bad side of whatever spirit or sprite was trapped there, but I also couldn’t see eating sausage made with pigs’ blood or a mixture of mashed potatoes and beef stew, so I opted for the corned beef sandwich. It was surprisingly good and was served with a side of English-style chips.

As we ate, I attempted to make small talk, but mostly I watched Marie. I knew that she was in her mid to late twenties, but she looked much younger. There was something about her that seemed so “innocent” but I couldn’t quite say what it was.

She had blue eyes that could come only from Ireland. They didn’t have the cold, steely grayness that Nordic or German blue eyes often have. Instead they were bright, flower-in-the-spring blue. And when she talked she had this way of opening them so that the whites of the eyes showed all around the bright blue iris.

Her skin had that almost ivory paleness that you find in parts of Ireland. Normally that skin tone is accompanied by dark black hair, but hers was a subdued light brown with a heavy hint of orange when the light struck it from behind her. It was no surprise that she was successful on television.

It was difficult to assess her body while she was sitting in the booth, but if the fit and shapely legs which I glimpsed as I approached the booth were an accurate indication, her lily-white body was probably what many men dreamed of.

After we had exhausted the polite topics of weather, sports, and politics I suggested that we get down to business. “What exactly do you know about whatever this is that we are trying to free?” I asked.

“I know more about my great-great-great-whatever grandfather,” she answered. Her voice turned harsh and the brightness went out of her eyes as she spoke. “He was an evil man,” she said harshly. “And not just for what he did to this bean-sidhe.” She pronounced the old name for a dweller of the fairy mound in a Gaelic fashion that sounded very much like a badly inebriated person trying to say, “banshee.”

“So you think she is a fairy of some sort?” I asked, interrupting her.

“She’s definitely fay,” she said firmly, and then just as firmly, she said “and Shane O’Callahan was just as definitely evil.” She set her sandwich down on her plate and looked across the table at me. There was fire in her eyes now, and it wasn’t a pretty fire. It was anger.

“He made his money in Ireland acting as a foreman for the British landowners,” she said very heatedly. “In 1803 he saw his chance for blood money and sold Thomas Russell’s location to the conquerors. That’s what he used to come to this country and build this inn.”

She took a deep breath and continued, “When the inn wasn’t prosperous enough for him,” she practically snarled, “he advertised in the rural areas back home that he had guaranteed jobs for young men in the New World. He promised them that they could make enough to bring their families over in just a few months. But when the ships arrived in New York, those who had survived the passage as steerage were all but sold into slavery to the mines and the mills.”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she finished softly. “Many were never heard from again.” She paused and said slowly, “And he was evil enough to entrap a Fay and keep her captive forever.”

I gave her a moment to compose herself and then asked a very needed question. “Are we sure that we are dealing with a captured spirit and not just old Shane hanging around and causing trouble?”

Her eyes fired once again and she spat out, “Shane O’Callahan is in hell! That is for sure. The last thing my great-whatever grandmother did was to see that her son and daughter would be taken care of and then she took that bastard to hell with her.”

She smiled somewhat strangely. “There are still burn marks on yıldırım escort the outside walls in back where the owner used to live. This isn’t Shane. It’s whatever unfortunate Fay he tricked or overpowered. He’s gone, but whatever he did to hold her here, still has her bound.”

“How can you be so sure about Shane?” I asked.

“She showed me,” Marie answered flatly. “I already knew most of it from family stories, but she showed me everything.”

“I have to ask,” I said. “You study paranormal phenomena. You know that sometimes unexplained things are just projections from a troubled mind. How can you be sure that all of this isn’t just your own projections of a family history that is very difficult to accept?”

She smiled at me. “I am twenty-seven years old,” she answered. “And the Fay has been raising havoc here at the inn for two centuries.”

At that point the pub owner interrupted us and Marie slid further into the booth to allow him to sit with her. “I’m Sean O’Brian,” he said. “I understand ye want to talk to me about the banshee.” His slight Irish brogue surprised me. He didn’t look Irish. If I were to bet, I would have placed him much farther south, perhaps somewhere in the Mediterranean area.

“That is part of the plan,” Marie answered. “But we are trying to do more than that.”

“Can you get rid of it?” he asked, sounding very eager. “Can you make it go away and stay away?”

“Yes,” she answered in a very measured tone, “we think we can free her.”

“I have a question,” I said, interrupting them. “If the name of this place is The Captive Banshee, why does the sign say The Happy Irishman?”

“Because she won’t let me put that on the sign!” he said emphatically.

“Who?” Marie asked.

“The Banshee,” he growled. “After I read that piece about the Connecticut Banshee, I got rid of my bar in Brooklyn and figured I could make a killing down here with the tourist trade. But when I put the old name up on the sign, she tore it down. I tried again, and she repainted it. You don’t think I put that silly, grinning leprechaun up there do you?”

His Irish brogue was now completely gone. “The local historical society is threatening to sue my ass and fine me a couple thousand a month if I don’t restore the inn back to its true name. I told them that the Banshee wouldn’t let me put the sign back up and they sent some naturalist over to explain things to me.”

He huffed heavily, “He told me there was no such thing as banshees and he was going to prove it to me. He put a big rat in a cage out on that little strip of grass right in front of the building. Then he set up a night scope video camera and told me to wait to see what took the rat.”

He looked back and forth between Marie and me before continuing. “About an hour after it got dark, the cage started rattling. ‘Now you will see that your Banshee is just a barn owl,’ he said to me. But when we looked at the screen, all we could see was the cage being torn apart. Something tore the door off the cage and the rat ran across the lot.”

He was starting to get a little excited as he spoke. “The guy said he would come back the next night with a stronger cage. … He did. He drove stakes into the ground and chained everything in place. He told me it was just a really big owl.”

He slapped his palm on the table between us. “She tore that cage apart like it was pipe cleaners. Then she flew over to the camera and looked right at me. ‘Carlo,’ she said, ‘don’t taunt me or certain people on the lower east side will find out that you didn’t die in the fire that destroyed your bar.’

“Yeah,” he said, “I ain’t Irish. And I’ve got gumba hitmen who would be looking for me if they knew I was alive, but I’m more afraid of that Banshee than I am of anyone down in New York that wants me dead. I’ll never forget that blue-white face and that white hair. That hag wasn’t just looking at me through the camera. She came right out of the fucking television set and screamed in my face.”

He slid out of the booth and stood up. “Do whatever you want,” he said abruptly. “Just tell me in advance where you want your things sent when you don’t come back.”

As he started to walk away, he shouted back over his shoulder, “Oh, and the meal’s on the house. It’s the most I can do for someone who might free me of this damned spook. Besides, it might be your last meal.”

Marie looked over at me with a wide smile. “Do you still think this Banshee might just be my hysterical projection?” she asked.

“Not at all,” I answered. “Not at all.” I took a sip of what was left of my ale and asked, “So what’s the plan?”

The plan was simple. The next night Marie and I would go out into the small field behind the inn just before dark. We would wait there until midnight. When the Banshee showed up, Marie would find out what was needed to free her.

***

My mother often said, “Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans.” As I have lived out my life, many different occasions have proven that saying true. Tonight was one of them.

A little after midnight I was awakened by a soft knocking on the bathroom door. As I pulled myself out of bed, I heard Marie’s voice. “We need to talk,” she said. “I made a very severe miscalculation.”

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A Guy and His…? Ch. 56: Plan

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Jake Freemon – Main character

Gen – Jakes first Jinn

Jinn – What the genies are called

Tommy Sinclair – Friend of Jake’s and fellow worker

Mary – Boss’s daughter

Juno – Jakes big Boss and Mary’s Father

Jinn Council – Council of major Jinns

Yasmen – Gen’s mother

Doctor – the Jinn doctor

Rasmir – Gen’s father

Rosalinda -Jake’s second Jinn -Once called Dreama

Rashala – Gen’s niece and Jake’s 3rd Jinn

Tankena – evil brother of Rasmir

Sheeka – former evil female Jinn Jake’s 4th Jinn

Inger – Mary’s Jinn, Akeesha’s lover

Akeesha – Sheeka’s twin sister

Rita – older female and one of Juno’s sisters

Tina – Rita’s daughter

Trully – second Jinn doc Rasmir’s little sister

Nyrae – Juno’s powerful Jinn

Nuha – Leader of Deadly Trio

Abla – sister of Nuha member of Deadly trio

Fatin – sister of Nuha third member of trio

Tyrin – neighbor of Nyrae’s parents

Aahil – one of the twin Jinn princes

Aalee – other twin Jinn prince

Amira – Jinn Princess sister of twins

Al-Mazhab – King of the Jinns

Qistina – Ex Queen of the Jinns, the Leader

Marie – Juno’s ex-wife

Kasha – Elite Jinn friend of Rashala, Marie’s Jinn

Zahra – evil elite Jinn working with Marie

Jake could hear voices trying to break through the damnable darkness. Moving his hand near his head it was against something so soft! Now this was the type of pillow that he loved! A sudden giggling sigh filled his mind.

[“Oh Master!”] Jake heard Gen’s thoughts. [“Oh Master please don’t stop it feels so good!”]

Shocked a moment Jake thought [“Gen?”]

[“Yes Master Jake. You saved everyone including the boy. Master you have to stop pushing so much. It is far more enjoyable when you are awake!”] Gen said with a sigh.

Struggling as hard as he could Jake finally got his eyes open. His head on Gen’s lap he slowly looked around startled to see hundreds of people looking at him. Then suddenly a huge cheer went up as many realized that not only was Jake alive, he was now conscious.

“It’s about time you recovered Master Jake!” The Doctor told him. “I was afraid that I would have to start sending energy into you.”

“Yeah I know doc, I think I am so weak because I am apart from the rest of my Jinns.” Looking back at Gen Jake asked. “Can you hear them? Talk to them? If we aren’t reunited soon I am afraid we will all pass.”

Gen’s green eyes got large as she was shaking her head vigorously. Looking ahead a moment her eyes went large again, then she closed her eyes to concentrate harder.

“Master! I hear them! They are worried about us.” Gen told Jake.

Jake nodded a moment as he was thinking, how had he gotten them all out last time? If getting his Jinns out weakened the barrier that much coming back would probably destroy it. At least he hoped that was what he needed to do. Turning toward Gen Jake told her.

“I’m going to try and get them all back here. I feel that coming back again is what we need to finally destroy that barrier. I just hope that there is enough power in the wish.” Jake said.

“I will do all that I can Master Jake.” Gen told him her face as serious as Jake had seen it.

Taking a deep breath Jake said, “I am tired of being without my Jinns. I wish that all of them were here with me!”

Suddenly the ground began to shake as several of the outcast Jinns started to yell. The sky grew darker as a nasty storm started to form. Lighting started to streak towards the ground growing closer and closer to Jake and Gen. Come on Jake thought this has to be the answer!

For almost twenty minutes this continued ’til the lightning was almost on top of the both of them. Suddenly everything grew quiet Jake started to look around this had to be a good sign artvin escort he thought. A good sign ’til the ground started to shake again. Then with a crack the ground opened on either side of Jake and Gen. Several flashes of light struck the ground in front of Jake and Gen.

A deep voice echoed from the sky, “Jake Freemon, it was indeed a wondrous day when you discovered her lamp.”

There were more than a few gasps as most of those there bowed whispering the Great Jinn! Jake’s eyes were wide with astonishment, THE GREAT JINN?

“Yes, it is I. Not only have you completely freed the Jinn dimension you have released me also. Know that you will be well cared for no matter where you are.” The voice told Jake.

Jake was feeling foolish with his mouth hanging open, plus out of the thousands there he was the only one NOT bowing! “I thank you great Jinn sir, I only am doing what feels right.”

“Yes I know, be well Jake Freemon.” Then with that the voice was gone as were the dark clouds.

Jake walked to where he and Gen could cross. Standing in front of the council Jake was surprised when he was grabbed from behind by his other three Jinns! Holding all of them along with Akeesha and Amira, Jake finally felt that things were going to be alright.

Rasmir arose but wouldn’t look at Jake. “Master Jake, I can’t-“

“You can look at me Rasmir I am the same man as before.” Jake told the slightly shaking male.

“I cannot Master Jake. The Great Jinn spoke directly to you! He rarely speaks to the council. It is unheard of him talking to a human! Please Master Jake what do you want of us?” Rasmir said a quiver to his voice.

Jake shook his head grasping Rasmir’s chin Jake lifted it to stare into the males eyes. “I am the same man Rasmir look at me! See? You didn’t cease to exist! I didn’t fade. This is just silly all of you! Look at me!” Jake demanded.

Slowly but surely they all started to look at Jake, then the smiles started. “We are lucky to have you as a friend of the Jinn kind!”

Jake could only stare at him then whispered into the man’s ear. A sly smile crossed the male’s face as he nodded. Bidding all farewell Jake promised that he’d restore the outcasts when he felt they were ready and not before. Looking at Gen and the others Jake nodded then they vanished. Rasmir walked to the rest of the council then he told them what Jake had whispered in his ear. All of them were wide eyed but smiled as they also informed the king and the princess.

Appearing back in his house Jake knew that there was still a little to do before they were safe. Nodding to all of his Jinns Jake felt the enormous shield go around his home. There he thought that ought to give us a little time. A moment later Mary appeared a shocked look on her face.

“Not to sound ungrateful, but a little warning next time? What if I were naked?” Mary said with seeming seriousness.

Jake could only roll his eyes, “As if that ever mattered? I have seen you a lot more than naked!”

“Yeah so you have!” Mary said as she grasp Jake’s hard on while she licked her lips. “I am pregnant, therefore I am three times as horny!” With that she almost ripped Jake’s pants off then swallowed Jake’s cock to his scrotum.

Jake could only watch in amazement as she took all of him groaning as it slid down her throat. “Damn Mary!” He barely got out.

Stopping a moment eliciting a groan from Jake Mary said, “What? You expected me to be this good little girl? Especially now? No I think that this big boy is about to get a serious work out. That is after I drain the first bit. Mommas hungry! Feed her, daddy!” Then Mary licked her lips again taking all of Jake down her throat once again!

With another groan Jake couldn’t move as Mary’s mouth felt so good! That’s when he heard giggling behind him. “She ataköy escort isn’t the only hungry mother!” Gen said with a sly smile when Jake looked back. “There are three other’s that also are going to need your attention!”

Issuing another groan Jake nodded affirmative as he watched all his Jinns disrobe. Finally able to speak Jake told them, “I have a feeling that all of you are going to need extra attention. God I have missed all of you!”

“As we have you Master Jake, we never wish to be apart from you again!” Rosalinda said as she started panting.

OH my god! Jake thought we have so much to do, yet it’s almost impossible to resist any of them!

A panting Amira walked up to Jake, “I am sure that you would never want to resist us Master Jake! Just as I think that all of us are glad that we can’t resist you!” Waving her hand Amira smiled, “There I think that we have plenty of time. You might even manage to get Rosalinda with child!”

Rosalinda arose walking to Jake a strange look on her face, “I also hope that you haven’t forgotten me!” Came the voice of Dreama. “As I said before I hate the fact that I cannot bear your child though,” here Dreama paused.

“Though what?” Rosalinda’s voice now came from her lips.

“Though I can help you get over the fear you have. I know that very deep down you desire his child more than I do. THAT startles me more than anything.” Dreama told Rosalinda.

“A child? Me? I have no desire…” Rosalinda started.

“Please you forget who you are talking to! I know everything and this,” A wide smile crossed Rosalinda’s face. “Is something that we both actually agree upon!”

Jake could only stare at Rosalinda then roared out as he was blasting down Mary’s throat. Smacking her lips when he’d finished she withdrew. “Um now that is the best treat of all!”

Dreama laid both her hands on Jake and almost dragged him to the bed. “Since I am more in control, I think it’s about time that Rosalinda finally got her deepest desire, your child!”

“No wait I never said…” Rosalinda started.

“Be quiet and just enjoy it!” Dreama said as she felt Jake’s hard member. “Master Jake and I have a child to make!” With that she climbed up and impaled herself all the way down Jake’s cock in one thrust. With a huge gasp she started to thrust as hard and fast as she could. She could feel Rosalinda fighting to regain control. Not this time! She was going to see this to the end!

Jake couldn’t believe that Dreama had taken control trying to get her and Rosalinda with child! Especially as hard and fast as Dreama was going almost as if she was desperate to finish. Finally almost fifteen minutes later Jake roared as he felt his seed erupt filling Dreama or Rosalinda.

Dreama’s eyes went wide when she felt Jake’s seed pouring out of him into them. By the great Jinn! It was hotter and better than she had thought it would be! Why in the hell was her other self so afraid? It was a glorious feeling!

Suddenly screaming out Dreama was in heaven! It was far better than she remembered it being especially with Master Jake! A resurgence of Rosalinda had Dreama withdrawing with a smile. Already she could feel his seed racing to make a baby.

“You had no right!” Dreama heard Rosalinda say.

“I had all the right! It was my body long before it was yours! This baby will be ours for the both of us to love! I am not about to let you stop his seed. Already it is where I wish it to be, in only a moment we will be with his child. You cannot, nor should you try to stop it. Ah! It is done! Now I can rest again. Watch our child well Rosalinda as I will be watching you!” Rosalinda said as she felt herself recede further.

Rosalinda felt inside then her mouth dropped open as yes she could feel the tiny beginning of a child within her. Whispering atakum escort she said, “I will watch her well Dreama, for both of us.”

Jake was in shock this made twelve babies! Four were Juno’s nieces, well five if you counted Mary. All four of his Jinns well five if you counted Amira. Then there was Akeesha, Sheeka’s sister, last there was Nyrae Juno’s Jinn. Shaking his head Jake began to think that he was a baby producing factory! God just how many was he going to father?

A soft giggling behind him drew his attention to Gen. “Well master I don’t know about Rosalinda but I know four of us will want another child after this one.” Turning to the others Gen asked, “Am I right?”

Sheeka, Rashala and Amira all blushed nodding yes vigorously. “Yes master, we all wish at least another child with you.” Sheeka stated.

“I find you to be far more than satisfying Master Jake,” Rashala said. “You are the first I have ever felt these feelings for. I am not about to give them up easily, nor you. I will fight every day of my life to stay with you!”

Amira had walked closer to Jake then she bowed. “It had always been my destiny to be with and love you Master Jake. I consider myself to be yours forever, nothing I can do for you is too small.” Smiling a sly smile she continued, “I love you Master Jake as we all do.”

Nyrae stepped forward then also bowed to Jake, “I cannot confess that I love only you. I do have feelings though I have them for another also. Please forgive me Master Jake.”

Jake nodded to her as he said, “There is nothing to forgive Nyrae. It is understandable, as I have found at times we can’t always control who we love.” Looking at all of them Jake stated, “Though I have tried to recognize when I am in love. Also like most guys I also have a hard time, not always seeing it.”

Akeesha was talking to Inger and Mary both of their eyes large at whatever was being discussed. Then she arose and came to Jake. “I am not sure if I want another child master Jake. I love the feeling of this life growing in me, another time though I will have to think about.”

Jake nodded when she finished, “it is good Akeesha I will never force any of you. I am glad that I could help you and Inger.” Leaning close he whispered, “I am sorry that the act hurt as bad as it did.”

Akeesha smiled as Inger walked up and held her hand. “It only did at first Master Jake. After that it was pleasurable, I am grateful that you took your time, not rushing to finish.”

Inger surprised the both of them reaching over and hugging Jake. Whispering in his ear she said, “I also want to thank you Master Jake. Though I don’t think I could ever stand to have that thing in me. I thank you for the gift of the child and for not hurting her.”

Jake nodded then gathered all of them around him. “We are almost safe now. There are only a few things that we need to do to ensure that we are safe from now on.” Jake then launched into the plan he had to finish this up.

In a city thousands of miles away Maria was pacing. How had all of this have gone so badly so quickly? She had that asshole right there in front of her! She had him dead to rights he was hers, how had he gotten away?

“Zahra!” She yelled making her evil Jinn appear. “There has to be a way that we can gain control of this situation!”

“As I told you mistress he has too much magic around him. When we had him alone was about the only time he was vulnerable. I’m not all that sure if he will be again. It took a hell of a lot of dark magic to achieve this last time. More than I posses, though if we can locate the trio and Tankena we just might.” A now very frustrated Zahra told her.

A wicked smile crossed Maria’s face as a plan started to take shape. “Alright call them make sure we have control. You will use all your power to protect me or I wish that you suffer ten times as bad as me!”

Zahra cursed inside she had to admit her mistress was as evil as they came. Plus she was far smarter than she let on. Sighing Zahra knew she had to watch herself that last wish could end her if she wasn’t careful.

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