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Dreamer – Ch. 3

Heather took me to a Chinese restaurant. I had chicken with cashew nuts. We each had three sakes. When it got time to leave, I reached into my bra to get some money out.

“No sweetie. This one’s on me. You can return the favor once you’ve built a little bank roll. And from the comments I heard, that’s not going to take long. One of the regulars said you were the best cock sucker he ever met. And all the guys who fucked you said they’d be back for more.”

For some strange reason, this made me feel proud. I was becoming a good whore. And I was getting a reputation.

We went down the block to a second-hand store. I was able to get a dress, two skirts a couple of blouses and two pairs of shoes for a total of $96. I started looking at the underwear when Heather stopped me.

“Nookie, never buy used underwear. There’s a cheap lingerie shoppe around the corner we can stop at.”

And so we did. Three pairs of lacy panties and a couple of bras set me back another $42. I still had $106 left.

When we left the store, Heather said she was going home and would see me tomorrow.

She knew something was wrong by the look on my face.

“What’s the matter sweetie?”

I shuffled my feet a little and looked at the ground. “I have nowhere to go.”

Without a word, she took me by the hand, and we walked another two blocks. We went into a building and walked up three flights of stairs. She unlocked a door, and we entered a small efficiency apartment. It was tiny but it was impeccably clean.

“You can stay here if you want. The only thing is there’s only one bed.” She raised an eyebrow when she said that.

“That would be okay. I don’t take up much room.”

She stripped off her clothing and put on a blue chemise. Kızılay travesti She rummaged in her closet and came out with a pink baby doll nightie. “This may be a little big but it’s the best I have for you.”

I put on the nightie and climbed into bed next to her. She leaned up on one elbow and turned towards me. She brushed my hair out of my face and said, “Nookie, have you ever been with another woman?” While she said that, her hand went between my legs.

I decided to play this one honestly. “No, no I haven’t.” And my hand went between her legs.

“Sweetie, I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you. You’re so pretty. And so real.”

“Heather, I’ve never done this before. And I’m not sure I would want to with anyone but you. I, um, may be in love with you.” I hoped I didn’t just make a mistake.

“Nookie, I’m so glad to hear you say that. I feel the same way.”

We spent most of that night exploring each other’s body. Every inch was exposed to lustful hands, lips, and tongues. I loved it most when she sucked on my tits. And although I think it shocked her at first, she seemed to really like it when I put my tongue up her ass. I did that several times during the night, and she ended up orgasming each time. And she used her tongue to bring me to orgasm five times during the night.

In three days, I had given my first (and multiple) blow job, been fucked for the first (and multiple) time and been fucked in the ass. And now I had my first lesbian experience, which was the best of all. The encounters with the guys were ‘having sex’. All they wanted was to blow their load in one of my orifices. Whether or not I enjoyed it didn’t matter to them. But with Heather, it was ‘making love’. It was so tender, and we both were so attentive to each other’s Kızılay travestileri needs and pleasure. I decided two things that night: 1. I was a lesbian; and 2, I really did love Heather.

We were a few minutes late the next morning. Neither of us wanted to get out of bed. Besides wanting to make love again, I don’t think either of us slept more than a half hour the previous night. Alejandro looked at his watch and gave us a dirty look when we finally got on the floor.

It was a typical morning. Five or six blowjobs and a few fucks. I was chugging Red Bulls to stay awake. As a result, I was extra energetic for the fucks. The customers appreciated it. I made $400 in tips and had five orgasms.

I crashed hard early in the afternoon. One of the regulars was doing me doggy style when I felt myself falling asleep. Lucky for me he was kind of rough and I woke up after a very forceful thrust from him.

About an hour before the end of my shift, I was summoned to Alejandro’s office. Dianna was sitting on the desk naked with her legs spread wide.

Alejandro motioned for me to sit on the sofa. “I’ve got an out call for the two of you tomorrow. Together. The clients are a man and a woman and you two are going to be horny schoolgirls They specifically asked for the two youngest looking girls I have.”

Dianna looked almost as young as I did. Her smallish breasts and thin figure made her look like she was in high school.

“No makeup except some heavy pink lipstick. A short plaid skirt and a white blouse. White knee socks and some saddle shoes. But what you wear underneath the skirt and blouse should be really slutty.”

“Dianna, Julio knows where you live. He’ll pick you up at 11:30 after he gets Nookie. Where do you live Nookie.”

“I’m Travesti kızılay staying with Heather until I get a place of my own.”

He gave me a look and said, “That explains the lateness this morning. Don’t make a habit out of it. I don’t care what you do on your own time but I expect you to be on the floor when scheduled. Understand?’

“Yes sir.”

“Okay, Julio will pick you up at eleven…Dianna, you can go. I have something else to discuss with Nookie.”

Dianna gave me a look on her way out. I bet she figured I was going to be sucking cock or be bent over the desk after she left.

When the door closed, Alejandro looked at me. “How do you like it here Nookie? Is anything bothering you?”

I wasn’t sure what he was getting at, but I decided to be honest.

“Well, um, Officer Bryan says he’s going to fuck me in the ass every time he comes in. Do I really have to do that?”

He gave me that dirty look again. “Nookie, let me explain something to you. It’s imperative that we keep the cop happy. So you need to do anything he wants. And that includes getting fucked in the ass. If you didn’t want to get fucked in the ass, you shouldn’t have such a juicy one. Got it?’

“Um, okay.”

He knew I wasn’t happy. “I’ll tell you what. If he fucks you in the ass, I’ll give you $25 instead of the usual $5. Just don’t tell any of the other girls.”

I would get $100 for doing this with a regular customer. But I decided not to push it. I just smiled and nodded.

“Nookie, I noticed you were falling asleep when one of the customers was plowing you from behind. Good thing he didn’t notice. If it happens again, you’ll be giving blowjobs on your knees in a dirty men’s room at the truck stop. Understood?”

“Yes Sir. It won’t happen again.”

“That’s good. You have a lot of talent Sweetie. You can make a lot of money in this business. Don’t fuck it up.”

“I won’t.”

He looked at his watch. “Okay your shift is almost over. Come over here and get on your knees. You have just enough time for you to suck my cock.”

So of course, I did.

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Les minutes passent. Cette femme qui continue à évoluer dans mon dos me met profondément mal à l’aise. Je n’ose pas me retourner, je n’ose pas poser de questions. Je reste statique fixant le mur face à moi. Je réalise qu’elle détient le contrôle sur moi mais j’ignore ce qu’elle me veut.

Soudain, je sursaute, en l’entendant parler : “Bonjour mesdemoiselles. Je vous attendais. Aujourd’hui, vous avez de la chance dans votre stage. Il est important que vous puissiez maitriser l’art de la toilette. Il est toutefois parfois compliqué de vous superviser dans cet exercice, tout en respectant l’intimité du patient. Aujourd’hui, le jeune homme ici présent se porte volontaire pour cet exercice”.

Je baisse la tête, n’osant les regarder. L’infirmière m’attrape l’épaule, enfonçant ses ongles. Elle me dit “N’est-ce pas, Monsieur, que vous êtes volontaire?”. Glacé par ce jeu malsain qu’elle semble lancé, je dis “oui” timidement, sans réflechir, ni oser regarder les deux jeunes stagiaires. Elle conclut en disant “Allons-y”. D’un geste de la main, elle indique la sortie du bureau aux stagiaires avant de me saisir brutalement le bras pour me faire lever. Les stagiaires sortent. Je reste immobile, tétanisé. Elle me bouscule alors comme pour montrer son agacement. J’avance, en remettant les mains sur mon sexe, mais elle me donne une claque violente sur les mains. Naturellement, comme un automate, comme sa marionnette, je pose les bras le long du corps renonçant à ma pudeur.

Nous avançons dans un couloir où les infirmières s’affairent. Certaines portes de chambres sont ouvertes et parfois des visiteurs sont présents. Je constate leur surprise, en me voyant passer ainsi. Je vois les deux stagiaires gesticuler face à moi, se disant des mots à l’oreille et semblant amusées d’être là.

Nous arrivons dans une chambre vide et je suis poussé faire la salle de main. Installé sous la douche, je me fais mouillé. L’infirmière saisit un gant de toilette et commence à détailler ses gestes qu’elle exécute sur moi : “Vous le savez. La toilette est un acte important. A plus forte raison, si elle est pré-opératoire. Il y’a un ordre à respecter. D’abord, le visage et les cheveux. N’oubliez pas les oreilles et à l’arrière des oreilles. Ensuite les bas, des mains aux aisselles. Le torse, il faut bien Kadıköy travesti insister et puis le dos. Nous passons ensuite aux jambes de l’aine aux pieds. Pensez à bien écarter le pénis et les testicules pour ne pas négliger l’aine. Nous voici maintenant dans la dernière zone mais probablement la plus importante. C’est souvent ici que la toilette est négligée. Il y’a beaucoup de zones de plis et il faut tout couvrir, parfois insister. D’abord les bourses, il faut bien les soulever, les déplacer pour couvrir toute la zone. Ensuite, le pénis. Monsieur n’est pas circoncis. Vous devez donc bien veillé à couvrir toute la peau. Au niveau du frein que vous voyez ici… Regardez de plus près, vous devez être particulièrement attentives. J’ai personnellement un petit truc. Je saisis le pénis avec le gant dans sa longueur en frottant bien, insiste sur le gland. Une fois fait, je laisse le prépuce frotter contre le gland pour être sûre que le savon pénètre toutes les zones …”. A ce stade, bien qu’elle présente les choses comme un acte médical, je réalise qu’elle n’est ni plus ni moins en train de me masturber, mais je n’ose rien dire. Je tente de me concentrer pour ne pas réagir, mais je sens malgré moi, l’érection monter. Comme si cette nouvelle exposition ne suffisait pas l’infirmière continue à commenter “Là, Monsieur a une érection. Cela arrive parfois chez les jeunes hommes. Vous devez rester professionnelles et continuer la toilette, sans en tenir compte”. Elle continue. Elle recommence à décrire “Cette zone est bien nettoyé. Reprenons un gant pour la dernière zone, les fesses. Encore une fois, les plis sont importants, n’hésitez pas à écarter. Il convient d’insister sur l’anus. Au besoin, forcez un peu l’entrée avec votre index. Ensuite, nous rinçons abondamment. Mesdemoiselles, je vous propose à votre tour de tenter la toilette. Nous allons nous limiter aux dernières zones qui sont les plus complexes, les deux dernières étapes. Nous allons commencer par vous!”

La première des deux stagiaires s’attaque donc au savonnage de mon intimité. Si au début, ses gestes sont timides et délicats, l’approbation de l’infirmière l’amène vite à des mouvements plus sûrs et vigoureux. Comme lui a montré son enseignante, elle insiste et n’hésite pas à pratiquer ce mouvement Kadıköy travestileri de masturbation, censé aider à répartir le savon. Malgré la gêne, mon érection ne faiblit pas et je commence à ressentir même une certaine excitation. Lorsqu’elle passe à la partie postérieure, je suis soulagé qu’elle délaisse la première zone, source d’une excitation que j’avais peur de ne plus pouvoir contenir.

Sitôt rincé, l’infirmière indique le tour de la deuxième stagiaire. Celle-ci semble pleine d’assurance, presque compétitive. Comme si, elle essayait de montrer son aise et de surpasser sa camarade. Ses gestes, tout sauf délicats, sur mon intimité réveilla dangereusement mon excitation. Sans que je puisse m’en rendre compte, je poussais un gémissement qui me traversa tout le corps. La stagiaire s’arrêta nette et j’entendit l’infirmière reprendre sa formation “Ca, mesdemoiselles, c’est une goutte de liquide pré-séminale. Cela arrive chez certains patients qui semblent prendre du plaisir à un acte qui ne devrait pas en donner. Quand ça arrive, vous devez rester professionnelles et continuer votre opération. Montrer que vous êtes déstabilisées ne donnerait que plus de plaisir à ce genre de pervers”. Humilié par ces paroles, je baisse la tête, laissant la stagiaire terminer ma toilette. L’infirmière m’essuya ensuite vigoureusement, faisant vibrer tout mon corps.

La toilette finie, nous sortons de la salle de bain. D’un ton autoritaire, l’infirmière me dit “Attendez-moi là!” tout en indiquant le lit de la chambre. Je m’y assois, tentant de me rassurer. Je me dis que je me suis laissé faire, que j’ai fait tout ce qu’elle me demandait. Je la visualise, revenant avec mes vêtements qu’elle me rendrait. Je m’imagine, me rhabillant et rentrant tranquillement chez moi. J’en viens à me convaincre que tout est fini. Enfin!

L’infirmière revint. Je constate qu’au-dessus de son uniforme, elle a enfilé une blouse blanche. Elle me jette un regard froid et me dit “Allongez-vous”, puis rentre dans la salle de bain. Je m’exécute sans réfléchir. Une fois, allongé nu, sur le dos, mon érection à peine moins forte, je m’interroge : Pourquoi est-ce que je semble obéir à tous ses caprices? Est-ce par peur du personnage? Est-ce par peur de prolonger mon calvaire?

La réflexion Travesti kadıköy est vite coupée par son retour. Je constate qu’elle a de toute évidence enlever son pantalon qui ne dépasse plus de la blouse. Elle s’approche du lit, active le mécanisme pour baisser le lit au plus bas. Elle place ensuite sa main droite à hauteur de mon pénis et commence à lui donner des petites claques, tout en me disant “Je vous avais demandé de jouer le jeu. Mais comme tous les hommes dans votre genre, il vous est visiblement impossible de vous contrôler”.

Arrêtant ses gestes qui alimentaient mon érection, elle se tût. Dans un geste qui me stupéfie tant qu’il parait improbable et déplacé, elle enjambe mon corps et s’assoie sur mon bassin. Sans un mot, elle saisit mon sexe et l’insère dans son vagin dissimulé, avant de faire des mouvements saccadés avec son corps. J’en suis stupéfait : comment est-ce que ça a pu dérapé ainsi? Regardant son visage, j’étais troublé. Elle ne semblait pas montré d’émotions ou de plaisir. Ses gestes n’accompagnaient pas son visage, toujours aussi dur.

Au bout de plusieurs va-et-vient, je commence à gémir ce qui la pousse sitôt à interrompre son mouvement de va-et-vient. Elle me pinça alors violent le flanc, en me disant “Vous avez intérêt à vous contenir!”. Aussitôt, elle reprit ses mouvements.

Plus apeuré qu’excité, je n’en sens pas moins le plaisir monter et au bord de l’extase interdite, je me mis à paniquer. Tentant de demander une pause mais tétanisé par cette femme, je pris la parole haletant : “Stop… Je … je …”. Elle s’arrête alors net, l’air en colère. Elle se retire et saisit mon pénis qu’elle se mit à masturber à toute allure. L’orgasme est atteint en cinq secondes à peine. Toutefois, elle ne semble pas y faire attention, maintenant le rythme. Elle ajoute au geste une forme de sermon “Les hommes comme vous me dégoute. Vous vous sentez tout puissant et ne pensez qu’à votre propre plaisir. Vous voyez les femmes comme des objets et …”. Au moment où elle prononce sa dernière phrase, la masturbation qu’elle continuait à m’asséner vigoureusement après l’orgasme me fit tressaillir de douleur. Dans un geste réflexe, je repousse sa main, la forçant à lâcher mon pénis endoloris.

Ce geste effectué, elle s’interrompit tant de parler de pratiquer une quelconque geste sur moi. Elle me lança un regard plein de colère et de mépris, retourna s’habiller dans la salle de bain et disparu de la chambre…

Après cette désapprobation de sa part, mes espoirs sont vains. Je réalise bien qu’il y’a peu de chance que mon calvaire s’arrête ici.

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Miss Davis stood beside me taking dictation, legs quite wide apart. She stood in this posture because it allowed me to idly finger her ever wet cunt as I dictated. The dress code I had specified for my new office slut meant that she never wore panties and always wore a short skirt and stockings.

Rather than distracting me, I found this activity helped me focus on the matter at hand. My slut was not distracted, not now any way. Early in her employment I had slid a thumb into her arse, to add to the 3 fingers already in her pussy – and she had orgasmed instantly. As a result she then needed me to repeat the last line of the letter we had been working on. Six harsh strokes of the cane had been her punishment and she had never made the same mistake again. I liked that about the girl. She rarely made mistakes and never made the same one twice. In one way it was a pity. I had to be inventive to find things that deserved punishment. But she never complained when I had to be very picky in order to find some misdemeanour that required me to turn her lovely white arse pink, then red, with hand or cane or paddle.

I reached the end of the letter and withdrew my fingers from her cunt, causing a delicious slurping noise as I did so. My cock hardened as she bent to lasciviously lick my fingers clean. Without a word I pushed my chair back from my desk at the same time as I unbuttoned my trousers. I moved her in front of me, facing away, and hitched her skirt up around her hips, then pulled her down towards my cock. After a moment’s indecision I positioned the head of my cock against her arse and, knowing what was expected, she lowered her self onto my prick with a deep sigh of satisfaction. She began to move up and down and I relished the effect the butt plugs were having on her arsehole. Each week, since she had started working for me, I had required her to wear a slightly bigger plug for a few hours each day. Now even the largest cock slid into her arse with ease, but it was still exquisitely tight. I could feel the muscles in her sphincter squeezing on my prick, a conscious action I had carefully schooled her in.

The phone on my desk rang and I nearly shouted in frustration. But without pausing in her regular rise and fall she answered it, still fucking her arse onto my cock.

‘Mr Bell’s office, may I help you?’ she said, voice steady and completely professional. ‘I am afraid Mr Bell is very busy at the moment, may I take a message?’ she continued after a pause. I placed my hands under her gorgeous buttocks and stilled her motion for a second, the tip of my cock still just in her arse. I shifted my hands to grasp her hips and then pulled her down hard onto my cock, filling her arse with cock until my balls were squashed up against her.

‘Yeeeeesssss…….Mr Forres. I will make sure he gets your message.’ She said, her voice giving almost no hint of what she was doing, or having done to her. As soon as she hung up I stood, my cock still in her and pushed her face down on my desk. Without a pause I started to fuck in to her ruthlessly, forcing a grunt from her with each thrust. It wasn’t long merter escort before her lovely arse milked a satisfying orgasm from me and I felt my cum flood into the depths of her bowels.

My slut knew better than to move without instructions. I sat back in my chair, buttoning my trousers, watching my sperm start leaking from her anus and trickle down over her wet cunt lips. When I had tidied myself up I instructed her to stand and dress. When she tugged her skirt down and put her blouse back on she cleaned up any mess we had left on the desk, then stood awaiting instruction. She already knew that, whilst she cleaned my desk or carpet after being used, she didn’t clean herself in the same way. I liked the idea that my cum would leak out of her whilst she worked, staining her clothes, drying on her skin. I liked that the evidence of her sluttiness would be obvious to everyone in the office. I think she also liked the idea, judging from the hardness of her nipples. I felt my cock start to harden again when I saw them standing out hard and enticing under the thin silk of her blouse. The sight reminded me of an important appointment we both had.

‘Get those letters typed up and returned to me after lunch.’ I ordered. ‘Bring them to me then for review.’ After a pause I continued. ‘Then at 5.00pm I want you to return to this office. At that time we will continue with some of your “modifications”‘

In her eyes I saw interest and curiosity, not the fear that might have been expected. After her first month, following her first ‘pay day’ experience I had sent Davina to a clinic to have her pubic hair permanently removed by laser treatment. Her pussy would now be hairless, naked and exposed the way I liked it, for all time. The moment was right to proceed with the next modifications, part of a process that would mould her into my perfect slut.

When she returned promptly at two she entered my office with her eyes downcast, as inclination and training dictated. But I saw her risk a glance at the man in my office as she closed the door. This was hardly surprising as Jezza was an imposing presence. That was before the leather trousers and sleeveless denim jacket made him stand out in the business environment of my office. Six foot and four inches tall, his shaved bald head was covered with the tattooed blue quarters and white cross of a Saltire. This was just the start of his body art. Intricate and beautifully inked designs covered his torso, exposed by his jacket. A Chinese dragon covered his chest and its tail wrapped around his waist before the end disappeared into the waistband of his tight trousers. Piercings protruded from almost every visible part of his body, eyebrow, septum, lip, even a rod through the bridge of his nose.

Without introduction I ordered Davina, ‘Strip to your stockings and sit in my chair.’

I was curious to see how she would react in this situation and wasn’t going to do anything to reassure her. In fact, in these circumstances, I wasn’t sure that I would be able to do so.

As she obeyed my orders Jezza opened up a large tool box that sat on my desk şişli escort and pulled on thin, blue latex gloves. Once Davina was in the chair I casually said to the tall man.

‘Just the nipples and labia today. I think we’ll leave the clit for another day.’

Out of the corner of my eye I watched for her reaction and was gratified to see shock and fear in her face. Then I was further gratified when I saw those emotions disappear, replaced with a look of what can only be described as determination. Whatever was asked, she was prepared to obey.

Behind her back Jezza took out a syringe and filled it with what I knew to be local anaesthetic. Gently he grasped the girl’s breast. It was only at the last minute that she saw the needle and, whilst she gasped slightly, she didn’t pull away. She bit her bottom lip when the needle slid in and closed her eyes, but she did not cry out. By keeping her eyes closed she didn’t see the process repeated with the other breast and only the tiniest flinch showed that she felt it.

She opened her eyes, breathing heavily and rapidly, when she heard Jezza say, ‘I’ll leave those to numb up properly, whilst I do her flaps.’

He chuckled crudely as he took the piercing device from his box of tricks. I saw puzzlement on Davina’s face at first, and then smiled as I saw realisation dawn on her slowly. There was a small, involuntary movement that drew her knees and thighs together for an instant. Then she stopped and surprised me. She surprised me by looking at directly at me, only for an instant, before dropping her gaze and relaxing, letting her legs part as wide as they would go. In that flashing second she had looked at me I saw so much. I saw that she knew what I was doing, that I was testing her. I also saw in that glance that she was determined to pass this test — and any other that I set her. After such a reaction a little part of me felt small that I felt the need to test her in this way.

Jezza looked up at me as he kneeled between her legs and announced. ‘Very hard to use a local on flaps.’ I winced slightly at his continued crudeness. But I appreciated his experience and artistry, so I nodded. ‘Better just to do it without’ he said, ‘Quick and sharp, over before they know it.’ I nodded again.

‘Carry on.’ I instructed and leaned forward to watch.

The machine snapped shut twice within a few seconds. Davina flinched in her seat, face screwed up as the pain radiated through her body. As she calmed down Jezza was already inserting the thick gold rings through the newly formed holes in each labia, clamping them shut with small, precise tools.

Then he stood and gently jabbed a needle into one nipple then the other. Having done it slightly harder and getting no reaction he decided that the breasts were sufficiently numbed. Davina closed her eyes again and turned her head away. The machine clicked twice loudly and she flinched each time, but only at the noise.

When she risked a glance again Jezza was threading a disk of metal with a hole in it, like a washer, over her nipple. Then he slid a silver rod through the fatih escort piercing in her nipple and screwed a cap on its threaded end. It had the immediate effect of making the nipple stand proud. He duplicated the effect on the other nipple before straightening up. He handed me a small plastic bag of similar disks.

‘Add one of these about once a week.’ He advised. ‘She’s got lovely big nipples to start with so I’d say that within a year, at that rate, you could stretch them to about an inch in length. Maybe an inch and a half.’

Then he grinned. ‘I hope I get a chance to come back and see them. That is a lush little tart you’ve got yourself there Mr Bell.’

I smiled at the truth of his words. ‘I know it only too well.’

Then I continued. ‘You done your usual excellent work Jezza, and you shall have your usual tip.’ I looked at the girl and ordered her. ‘Suck Jezza’s cock until he comes in your mouth Davina.’

I saw her shift in her chair and wince a little. Taking a little pity on her I added. ‘You can stay in the chair, no need to kneel.’

Jezza hurriedly fumbled with his trousers and took out his cock. I smiled once again when I saw Davina’s eyes go wide as she caught sight of the tattooist’s metalwork adorned cock. The Prince Albert under his cock head and the ring through the slit and out the top were not something you see every day. Perhaps they put the girl off a little, perhaps the piercings hurt? I could tell this blowjob was not one of her best. But I could also tell from Jezza’s groans that he didn’t know any different and her fantastic technique was overcoming any lack of enthusiasm. As a result it wasn’t long before he was spewing a load of sperm into her throat. I watched fascinated as her Adam’s Apple bobbed whilst she swallowed it all. Jezza zipped up and packed his tool kit and made some last checks on his handiwork before departing.

When he was gone I ordered my slut to stand. She did so, slightly unsteady for a second. The gold rings that now adorned her labia bumped together with a tiny clink. Opening a desk drawer I took out a couple of small items. One was a small but heavy padlock. I slipped the loop of it through the rings then, before I clamped it shut, I added the second item. It was a delicate silver bell on a ring. I checked that it hung freely then stood face to face with my precious office slut. I took her chin in my hand and raised her face till she looked at me.

‘Now you are more than symbolically locked up for my use. Every morning, when you bring me my coffee, I will unlock you so you are available to me. Last thing in the afternoon you will come to me to be locked again.’ Then I smiled an ever so slightly evil smile and added.

‘There is a second reason. Every so often I’ll make the padlock heavier. Slowly we’ll stretch your pussy lips to match your ever enlarging nipples. I want to mould you into the form of my perfect slut. I want to exaggerate your sexual characteristics in the way that I like.’ I let go of her chin and told her. ‘Get dressed. You may go home. I am finished with you for today.’

There was a third reason, which I didn’t tell her. It wasn’t important but it amused me. Whilst she dressed the bell jingled gently. As she walked out of my office I heard it still. I started to smile and hum an old tune about a ‘fine lady’ known for ‘riding a cock horse.’

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Ultimate Poker Surrender

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(This story is pure fantasy. Please enjoy it as such.)

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To fully enjoy this story, it would help to have a little knowledge about the game of Texas Hold Em and the adult web site, Ultimate Surrender.

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The National Poker Tour was off to a pretty good start. They kicked things off with a tournament in Las Vegas, drawing over 500 players, with popular poker pro Phil Ivey taking the crown. Other tournaments in Reno, Scottsdale, Albuquerque and Los Angeles saw some good poker with other Ivey making the final table in Scottsdale and LA. This week he wouldn’t get a chance however, as it was Ladies Only at the Bay 101 Casino in San Jose.

Four hundred of the top female poker players in the country paid five thousand dollars per seat to compete for the top prize of one million dollars. After three days of great No-Limit Texas Hold ‘Em Poker, the field was whittled down to six players.

Three poker pros and three amateurs made up the final table led by the top-ranked female player in the world, Vanessa Selbst, who was second in chips, with just over five million. Jennifer Harman was another experienced professional, but entered the final table in fifth place with about a million chips in her stack.

Leading the way with just under eight million chips was the part-time movie star part-time poker pro Mimi Rogers. She got most of her chips in the biggest hand of the tournament, knocking out French poker pro Gaelle Baumann with quads over quads, her four jacks beating Gaelle’s nines.

The three amateurs at the table have proved that they belong. Atlanta’s Suzy Stanton charmed everyone with her southern charm, that is everyone except poker pro Kristy Gazes, who the cute redhead knocked out in seventh, keeping Kristy from making the final table. Suzy was in third place with three million chips.

Right behind Suzy in fourth place was local blackjack dealer Carla Stone. Carla was a brash blonde 50-year-old that had nothing up her sleeve except some colorful tattoos. The ink covered every inch of her arms from her wrists all the way up over her shoulder, to her collar. Carla had two million in chips.

Another local player was in last place, earning a seat at the table when Gazes was sent packing. Carrie Gunderson was a former adult film star that specialized in nude wrestling. The short-haired blonde looked more like an athletic tomboy than a porn star. Looks can be deceiving. Carrie was one of the most popular performers across the bay at the adult website, Ultimate Surrender performing as Vendetta.

Vendetta, or Carrie, had the short stack with about 600,000 chips.

When the players were introduced, Carla decided to give a little good natured ribbing to Carrie, unmasking her former life as a lesbian porn star.

“Should we call you Carrie or Vendetta?”

Carrie turned beet red, smiling at the reference to her days wrestling nude at Ultimate Surrender.

“I guess the secret is out” she answered quietly, looking down at her cards, trying to avoid eye contact.

Suzy had no idea what she was talking about.

“Vendetta? Who’s Vendetta?”

Vanessa however, knew exactly what Carla meant, recognizing Carrie as Vendetta from some of her X-rated videos.

“I thought you looked familiar.”

Vanessa was blushing also, embarrassed to admit that she recognized the former adult performer.

“Familiar from what? Are you famous?” Suzy asked, clueless about Carrie’s past life.

Mimi, the elder spokesperson at the table at age 67 chimed in, surprising everyone else with her knowledge on the subject.

“Vendetta from Ultimate Surrender. You’re looking at a former champion.”

Everyone started laughing, with the exception of Suzy, who sat there with a quizzical look on her face. It turned into a gossip table, with Carrie being the topic of conversation. The quiet muscular blonde didn’t volunteer any information, letting the others figure it out for themselves.

The poker game took a backseat to the conversation about Carrie’s past that apparently wasn’t so secret.

“So Mimi, you a big fan of Ultimate Surrender?” Carla asked, not willing to drop the subject.

“I’ve seen a few videos. My hubby was a big fan.”

Vanessa got in on the talk too, asking Mimi if she saw any of Vendetta’s matches, winking across the table at Carrie, for using her old stage name.

“I’ve seen a few. I was more of an Isis Love backer” Mimi responded, matter-of-factly, while smiling at Carrie.

“But Vendetta destroyed her.”

Carla followed that up by letting everyone know her favorite nude wrestler.

“I liked the Pirate. I think her name was Nina.”

Suzy spoke up, thinking she finally knew what they were talking about.

“Nina Hartley?”

“No. Nina Hartley was never involved in this.”

Vanessa was practically scolding Suzy, surprised that she never heard of Ultimate Surrender. Apparently the openly gay poker player was into her lesbian erotica. She gave her two cents worth on her favorite performer too.

“I liked Syd Blakovich. She had so much energy.”

Carla: Ataköy travesti “The Hungarian Nightmare”

Mimi: “She had a nice butt, too.”

Jennifer: “How about Dragon Lily?”

Vanessa: “Ooh! Look at Jen! Chiming in with some Ultimate Surrender talk.”

Suzy: This is no fun! Everyone’s seen it but me. I’ve never even heard of Ultimate Surrender.”

Carla: Carrie, didn’t you lose to the Dragon?”

Carrie: “We split…..I’m all in.”

Carrie finally broke her silence at the same time she put all her chips in the middle. It was almost as if she was giving up just so she didn’t have to talk about her past as a nude wrestler. The thing is, she had a pretty decent hand, with pocket Jacks, J❤️ J♠️, but not a lot of chips.

Suzy called her with an A♣️ 10♣️.

Carrie’s poker life was at stake, but her hand held up, doubling her chip stack.

Poor Suzy. She wasn’t part of the conversation at the table, and just lost a bunch of poker chips.

As Carrie raked in her chips, the talk switched back to Ultimate Surrender.

Mimi: “I didn’t think Vendetta ever lost.”

Carla: “Oh, she lost a few. Didn’t you, Carrie?”

Vanessa: “Syd beat her.”

Carrie: “We split too. I’m all in again.”

It was like a repeat of the last hand. Although she had over twice as many chips as last hand, she was still in 6th place.

This time she had pocket Aces, A♠️ A♦️, called by Suzy again, with Q♠️ Q ♣️.

Once again, Carrie’s hand held up and suddenly she jumped up to 3rd place. Suzy dropped to 5th place, just a few chips ahead of Jennifer, with Carla in 4th. Mimi was still chip leader, with Vanessa still a couple million chips behind her, in 2nd place.

Carrie was definitely the VIP at the table. Her chip stack was growing, as was the interest in her short porn career.

Jennifer: “Did you just do lesbian stuff, or did you do guys too?”

Carrie: “Just girls.”

Carla: “Who needs guys when you have a strapon?”

Mimi: “The strapon play was the best part of that site.”

Suzy: “Oh My God! You fucked other girls with a strapon?”

Carla: “Did she ever!”

Vanessa: “And sometimes she was on the receiving end.”

Jennifer: “Have you ever used a strapon, Vanessa?”

Vanessa (smiling coyly): “Maybe?”

Mimi: “Oh, please!”

Carla: “I think we all know the answer.”

Vanessa: “Why does everyone assume that all lesbian sex involves a strapon?”

Suzy: “So you haven’t used one?”

Vanessa (with an embarrassed grin): “I didn’t say that.”

Jennifer: “Oh yeah. Vanessa has definitely strapped it on.”

Carla: “I don’t see what the big deal is. I’d love to try it sometime.”

Suzy: “I’ve used one before. Not with another woman. But I’ve used one.”

Mimi: “On your husband?”

Carla: “I can just picture you wearing a big strapon dildo. Sexy!”

Suzy: “Yes, we did some experimenting once. It was really awkward.”

Vanessa: “It’s not that bad if you get one that fits.”

Jennifer: “I KNEW IT!”

Everyone started chuckling at the strapon gossip, even Carrie, who had been pretty quiet up to that point. The fact that Vanessa accidentally let it slip that she’s used one before, kinda got everybody giggling.

Back to the poker game. Suzy had been losing her chips all day, and found her tournament life on the line in a hand against Vanessa. The cute 40-year-old redhead tried to bluff a big hand, turning over 8♦️9♦️. She was a big underdog to Vanessa, holding 10♣️ 10❤️. She needed to see some diamonds on the flop.

The flop came up K♦️ 8♠️ 3♦️. Not bad for Suzy. She needed a diamond, an 8, or a 9 to stay alive.

Q♠️ on the turn, 6♥️ on the river.

It wasn’t meant to be as the final two cards were no help, knocking the southern belle out in 6th place.

Everyone was sad to see Suzy go. She brought a lot of energy to the table. But every time someone got knocked out, that put a little more money in everybody else’s pockets. It was the nature of the game.

Vanessa closed the gap on Mimi for the chip lead, with Carrie, Carla and Jennifer quite a bit behind.

Things were starting to sort themselves out as far as the poker went, with Mimi and Vanessa holding about 70% of the chips. Still the conversation at the table revolved around Vendetta, lesbian porn, and strapon sex.

Carla: “So Mimi, how about you? Have you ever done any lesbian scenes?”

Jennifer: “Yeah, you seem like someone that would appeal to both sexes.”

Carla: “I’d do ya!”

Vanessa: “We know YOU would. You’d do just about anybody.”

Carla: “I’m just saying. Mimi is a beautiful woman. Who wouldn’t?”

Mimi: “I appreciate the kind words, Carla.”

Jennifer: “So Mimi, yes or no? Any lesbian scenes?

Mimi: “Not really. A few kisses.”

Carla: ” Really? That’s it?”

Mimi: “I did do a nude lesbian scene once.”

Carla: “Oh My God! That is so Hot!”

Vanessa: “With who?”

Jennifer: “Yeah. We want details.”

Mimi: “I don’t recall. It was a long time ago.”

Carrie: “Denise Crosby. Weekend in Miami.”

The conversation came to an abrupt halt Ataköy travestiileri when Carrie finally decided to chime in. Not only did she speak up, but she actually knew the movie scene Mimi was talking about. And by her devilish smirk, and the way she looked across the table at Miss Rogers, it was more than just a kissing scene.

Jennifer: “Wait. You’ve seen it?”

Carla: “I’ve never heard of that movie. Who’s Denise Crosby?”

Vanessa: “She played Lt. Yar on Star Trek.”

Carla: “Oh her! I’d do her, too.”

Jennifer: “We know. We know.”

Vanessa: “Wow! Denise Crosby. I always kinda had a thing for her.”

Carrie: “It looked like Mimi had a thing for her, too.”

Jennifer (leering at Mimi): “Just a kiss, huh?”

Mimi: “Well maybe it was a little more than that. Like I said it was a long time ago.”

Carrie: “I’d say Denise going down on you in the sauna would qualify as a little more.”

Carla: “NO WAY!! REALLY? That is so hot.”

Vanessa: “How did I miss that movie?”

Mimi: “I think it went straight to video.”

Mimi (under her breath): “Thank God.”

Jennifer: “She went down on you for real?”

Vanessa: “Wait! Don’t tell me! I haven’t seen it yet.”

Mimi: “It was just a movie. We were acting.”

Carrie: “Well, you are a great actress.”

Carla: “I don’t know if I could do it in a sauna. I get way to sweaty.”

Carrie: “That’s what made it such a great scene.”

Vanessa: “Don’t spoil it.”

Jennifer: “Yeah, I’ve gotta see it too.”

Mimi: “I wouldn’t waste your time. Can we get back to playing cards?”

Apparently Mimi didn’t like being on the hot seat. It was okay when it was Carrie, but the lovely actress was getting tired of talking about some if her past roles. On the other hand, Carrie seemed to perk up, now that the gossip had switched over to Mimi. It didn’t hurt that her chip stack had grown also, and she moved up into 3rd place.

Mimi got her wish as the focus moved back to the card game. Poker pros Jennifer Harman and Vanessa Selbst were involved in a big hand. With a flop of A♦️ J♣️ 10♦️, Jennifer moved all-in with her A♣️ 10♣️. She found herself behind when Vanessa called her after flopping a straight, turning over K♥️ Q♥️. The cute poker pro needed an ace or a 10, or two running clubs, or she’d be out in 5th place.

Jennifer had more outs when 5♣️ popped up on the turn, giving her a flush draw. Her luck ran out however, when a harmless 6❤️ came on the river.

The field was down to four, as everyone said their goodbyes to the popular blonde poker pro. Mimi was still the chip leader with 8,300,000. Vanessa was closing in on her with 7,800,000. Carrie had moved up to 3rd place with 3,150,000, leaving Carla as the short stack with 750,000 chips.

Jennifer had barely left the game room, when the girl talk started up again.

Carla: “So do you think that Jennifer is into girls? You know she’s not with Marco anymore.”

Mimi: “Let me guess. You’d do her too.”

Carla (giggling): “Am I that obvious?”

Vanessa: “How about you, Carla? What’s your story? Are you into girls?”

Carrie: “I thought you were married.”

Vanessa: “You do know it is possible to be both. I’m married.”

Carla: “I’m a happily married bi-sexual. What can I say? I like to double my chances of getting laid.”

Mimi: “Wow, you really are a horny little slut.”

Carrie: “What’s hubby have to say about that?”

Carla: “We have an understanding.”

Vanessa: “You mean fucking around on each other?”

Carla: “I mean I like to fuck, he likes to watch.”

Mimi: “So you bring men AND women into your bed.”

Carla: “Something like that. You’ve never been involved in a threesome before?”

Mimi: “I like my relationships one on one.”

Carrie: “If you could invite someone into your bed, who would it be?”

Vanessa: “No picking Denise Crosby.”

Mimi: “Does it have to be a woman?”

Carla: “Anyone you want. Make it a celebrity, or at least someone we all know.”

Mimi: “Hmmm. That’s a tough one.”

Carrie: “I’d volunteer, but I’m probably not famous enough.”

Mimi: “I’ll go with Denzel Washington.”

Carla: “Ooh, good choice.”

Vanessa: “And for a woman?”

Mimi: “Scarlett Johansson”

Carla: Yeah, I’d do her too.”

Carrie: “Is there anyone you wouldn’t do?”

Carla: “I’d probably say no to Rosie O’Donnell. I can’t stand her.”

Mimi: “We know you’d do just about everybody else. Who’s your top choice?”

Carla: “I’d have to go with Kat Dennings of Two Broke Girls. She has such luscious red lips.”

Vanessa: “Not to mention her magnificent tits.”

Carla: “Oh, you’re a tit girl? Who are you inviting into your bedroom, Dolly Parton?”

Mimi: “Don’t knock Dolly. She’s an angel.”

Vanessa: “I don’t know. I can’t get the picture of Lieutenant Yar going down on Mimi, out of my head. Can I pick Denise Crosby?”

Carla: “No.”

Carrie: “You could pick Mimi, if you really are into magnificent breasts.”

Mimi: “Hey, be nice. Remember we’ve all seen your firm little titties.”

Vanessa: travesti Ataköy “I’m going with Jodie Foster. Smart and beautiful.”

Mimi: “Mmm, I love Jodie.”

Carla: Yeah, I’d probably do her too.”

Carrie: “And for a guy?”

Vanessa: “No men for me. I’m keeping my gold star rating.”

Mimi: “Gold star?

Carrie: “It’s a rating for lesbians that have only had sex with other women.”

Carla: “So are you a gold star too? You seem to know a lot about it.”

Carrie: “As a matter of fact I am.”

Vanessa: “So let’s hear your choice?”

Carrie: “I’ve always liked Mariska Hargitay. I’m a big Law & Order fan.”

Carla: “Oooh! Good choice! I would definitely do her?”

Vanessa: “Wow! Vendetta fucking Olivia Benson with a strapon. Wouldn’t that be something!”

With all the talk about their fantasies of who they would and wouldn’t do, the game was becoming secondary. Carla was keeping the chat going, to buy time while her chip stack was dwindling. She finally put all of her chips in the middle with 8♣️ 8 ♥️. Not the best hand, but she was getting desperate.

Vanessa called her with K♥️ Q❤️. Carla was at risk of going out in 4th place.

The flop came out 2❤️ Q♠️ 2♦️. Vanessa took the lead with a pair of Queens. Carla needed an 8 to survive. The turn was no help with J♠️, and neither was the river, with a 4❤️. The sassy tattooed blackjack dealer was eliminated.

She gave everyone a hug, wishing them luck. As she left, she joked about their table talk.

“I’d like to stick around girls, but I’ve got a hot date with Kat Dennings! Maybe I’ll have to stop and buy a strapon dildo on the way!”

Carla made a pretty colorful exit, but it didn’t stop the others from talking about her. Mimi commented that she knew Carla would do everyone at the table, but wanted to know what the girls thought of her. If they would “DO” Carla, like she so eloquently put it.

“Nope!” replied Vanessa without hesitation.

Carrie also said no, explaining that she wasn’t her type. Too much ink, too loud, and too self-absorbed.

“I prefer the quiet types.”

She answered while seductively gazing over at Vanessa. There was some chemistry between the two stoic lesbians, who seemed to have a lot in common. Mimi picked up on their connection also. The beautiful 67-year-old movie star smiled at the two bashful lesbians, trying to put everyone at ease.

“Well here we are. Three of Lieutenant Yar’s biggest fans, battling it out for a million bucks and a poker bracelet.”

Her message wasn’t lost on Vanessa, and neither was Carrie’s flirtatious gaze. The short-haired brunette answered back with her own take on the final three, while looking back across at the blonde tomboy.

“Yes indeed. Two gold stars and one movie star.”

Vanessa had a right to be a little giddy. She had taken over the lead, with over half the chips in front of her. The top-ranked player had 10,700,000. Mimi still had a sizable stack to match her sizable rack, in 2nd place with 7,600,000. Carrie was in a distant 3rd place with 1,700,000.

Vanessa went into bullying mode, raising every hand, knowing Mimi needed to play conservatively to outlast Carrie, and go heads up. Mimi was sick of being run over, and even though Carrie only had a few more hands to go before being eliminated, she finally re-raised Vanessa, going all in when she was dealt K❤️ K♠️. Vanessa figured she was behind, but called the beautiful actress anyway, with Q♣️ J♣️.

Mimi was ahead, and ready to take a commanding chip lead if her hand held up. The flop came out 10♦️ 4♣️ 6❤️. A great flop for Mimi. She smiled nervously, knowing she wasn’t in the clear quite yet.

Things got much more interesting after a 9♣️ came up on the turn. Vanessa now had a flush draw and an up and down straight draw that could win the hand and knock Mimi out in 3rd place.

Carrie was an interested observer as well, with a lot riding on the hand. A win by Vanessa would guarantee her an extra two hundred thousand dollars. Mimi knew what was at stake as well. She wasn’t too concerned about the difference between second and third, but realized that winning this hand would put her in the driver’s seat to win the tournament, and pocket the million dollar prize.

The final card was shown, and it was the dagger for Mimi Rogers. The 5♣️ gave Vanessa a flush and the winning hand. The classy actress didn’t show a lot of emotion, smiling graciously as she was knocked out of the tournament in 3rd place, shipping all of her chips over to Vanessa. She slowly got up, greeted by an apologetic Carrie, who was almost in tears, embarrassed for cashing in on Mimi’s misfortune. Her good friend Vanessa gave her an awkward hug as well, after forcing her out of the game.

Mimi exited to a nice ovation from the gallery, waving to her fans, with a fake smile. Deep down inside, it was killing her. She played well all week, but ended up the victim of the wrong card at the wrong time.

It was time for Vanessa and Carrie to go heads up. The ex-porn star knew she was a huge underdog, not only in chips, but in experience and poker skill as well. She pushed her small stack of chips in the middle, without seeing her cards. She was content with a second place, and realistic about her chances of winning. Carrie didn’t see a need to be overly dramatic with her strategy. She needed to double up a bunch of times in a row to overtake the poker pro.

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Elise——————————-

With my hands immersed in warm sudsy water as I washed the dishes, I took time to enjoy the panoramic view of our backyard through the new bow window we had recently installed. The sun poured in through the window lending a healthy glow to my skin along with its warmth.

There were several pots of herbs on the shelf at the bottom of the window which I had watered earlier in the day. As I glanced down at them, I was reminded that it had been warm today and I needed to remember to do the same for the plants outside. I made a mental note to take care of them tomorrow.

My view was drawn back outside by the red, purple, blue, and white hollyhocks standing tall against the fence at the back of the yard.

Tom and I had gone for a different theme along the left side of the fence where the edge of the grass had been cut in a meandering line that wandered leisurely toward the back. This left a bed along the fence that contained several randomly placed rocks and a variety of low-growing greenery and flowers.

It was a nice backyard. Tom and I had done all of the design and work ourselves. There was more to do, I smiled, wasn’t there always more to do? We wanted to start a vegetable garden in the right rear corner but that would have wait until we had time to do a bit more study.

Despite the warm sun, the rapidly cooling dishwater brought my thoughts back inside. The memory of our adventures during the past weekend scrolled across my mind one more time.

The girls, as I thought of them, were my friends Laura and Miko who had used my husband as their personal sex Fulya travestileri toy while their husbands had been forced to watch on the computer screen at Laura’s house. It had been their way of paying back their husbands for not telling them about having sex with me. Now, it was time to move forward and scratch the persistent itch that I had to be a complete and utter slut for at least one time in my life.

If you haven’t been following along, you may not know that I want to be sexually used by three strangers at the same time. I don’t just want to fuck three men, I want to be ‘airtight’ with cocks in all my holes. But even being fucked ‘airtight’ by three strangers wasn’t enough for me. I wanted those strangers to be black men.

I’m sure that there are sluttier things that a woman can do but, to me, it would be the ultimate submission to allow three black strangers to penetrate all of my holes and use my body for their pleasure. I don’t believe that there is anything that a white woman could do that would shout out ‘slut’, more than that would.

The only problem remaining was to figure out where we were going to get my black lovers and how we could pull this off safely. Fortunately, I now had the encouragement of my husband Tom, his two friends James and Andy, and their wives Laura and Miko. ‘We can do this,’ I thought.

Miko each room had a slightly different décor.

Laura was looking around trying to decide what the theme was for this room and noticed Miko frown slightly. Wondering what was bothering my friend, I asked, “What?”

Miko took a sip of her wine, and after placing Fulya travesti the glass down softly on the table said, “My tits are so sore that I’m not wearing a bra. Tom was more than a little rough with them the other day and they still hurt.”

Laura remembered watching as Tom ruthlessly fucked Miko and used her tits as handles to help as he thrust his cock into her like a pile driver. At the time I remember wishing that I could change places with Miko. “I’m sorry he hurt you, sweetie. We can think of some way to make him pay the next time we see him.”

Miko looked up in shock. “Are you crazy? I’d let him fuck me like that any time he wants to. My husband should take lessons. I haven’t been fucked like that one time in my whole life. I’m not lamenting my sore tits; I’m trying to figure out how to get him to do it again. You should try it. I’ve never cum as hard as I did with Tom!”

Laura simply couldn’t resist the urge to laugh out loud, receiving a funny look from the waitress who had just arrived with their lunches.

As they ate, the conversation kept drifting back to the activities of the weekend. The next step was the wild time Elise wanted to experience with her three black guys. Both girls’ husbands were supposed to be on hand to act as bodyguards.

“I don’t know about you Miko, but I plan to be there. I may even try to get some attention from one or more of those black cocks for myself. James will probably be shocked, but he wouldn’t dare complain.”

Miko nodded her agreement enthusiastically. “Oh yes! That sounds decadent and fun. I bet Andy will shit when he sees Travesti fulya me with a big black cock. Of course, that doesn’t put us any closer to finding our three black men. I hope the guys can think of some way to find them.”

Tom, Andy I feel the same way that Tom does. If you’re going to participate, I want a video.”

Finally, Miko sighed, “Okay. I want in on some of that black cock too, so I guess I don’t have much choice.”

Quickly, before anyone else had time for second thoughts, Tom repeated his instructions. “Okay ladies, I want the three of you to stand over here in front of the couch.”

When all three wives had done as he asked, he realized that the coffee table was in the way, so he pulled it forward, providing more room between it and the couch.

“Okay, guys. Pick a lady and stand behind her, please. There’s no need to push and shove if you don’t get the lady you want. We’ll make sure that each of you has a chance to sample all three of them before we’re done.”

After everyone was settled, Tom said, “I want each of you gentlemen to reach around and play with your partner’s body, fondling her tits and crotch.

Tom took time to get a video of each of the ladies as their black partners thoroughly explored every part of the women’s bodies. Every man started with his partner’s tits but eventually, they all ended with one hand squeezing a breast and the other between their legs.

“Let’s get serious guys. Get those tops off so we can see their tits.” All three men went to work.

Elise’s tits were the first to see the light of day. She was only wearing a tank top without a bra, so all Jamal had to do was raise the top over her head, exposing her tits. Jamal immediately cupped her soft white orbs. As Tom moved in close, Elise leaned her head back, clearly enjoying the attention Jamal was giving to her nipples, as he pinched and pulled on them.

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Wie es angefangen hat…

Ich habe Sex immer gemocht und meine Frau und ich hatten zwar kein besonders aufregendes, aber ein für beide Seiten befriedigendes Sexleben. Geben und Nehmen war unsere Devise.

Sie war meine zweite Frau und wir waren sechs Jahre verheiratet, als alles begann.

Meine Frau hatte Spätschicht im Krankenhaus und als ich nach Hause kam dachte ich, ich wäre allein und dass meine Stieftochter Jenny wie üblich bei Freunden wäre. Also ging ich ins Schlafzimmer und zog mir etwas Bequemes an, also mein altes Hardrock Café-T-Shirt und meine Boxershorts.

Als ich die Badezimmertür öffnete sah ich zuerst nur rosa. Der Anblick des kleinen rosafarbenen Slips, der sich über die knackigen Arschbacken meiner Stieftochter legte, zog mich magisch an.

Ich schaute hoch und begegnete ihrem Blick im Spiegel. Sie war gerade beim Zähneputzen und war bis auf den Slip nackt. Unsere Augen hakten sich ineinander und sie machte seelenruhig weiter mit der Körperpflege. Ich sah den nackten Rücken und das Schaukeln ihrer Brüste von hinten und ihre steifen Nippel im Spiegel. Sofort begann mein Schwanz zu zucken.

Ich kannte sie seit sie zehn geworden war und hatte sowohl ihre Pubertät als auch das Aufblühen ihrer Sexualität miterlebt. Ich hatte sogar den Eindruck, dass sie an mir, ihrem Stiefvater, ihre Wirkung auf Männer erprobte. Anders konnte ich mir das ständige Tragen bauchfreier Tanktops und Jeansshorts nicht erklären.

Meine Frau stellte sie mehr als einmal zur Rede, doch ich stellte mich auf Jennys Seite und meinte, sie sei für Teenies völlig normal angezogen, was ja auch weitgehend stimmte.

Wie dem auch sei, zum ersten Mal sah ich sie nur in einem Slip bekleidet vor mir stehen und ich muss zugeben, dass mir der Anblick sehr gefiel. Ihr Arschbacken waren ausgesprochen straff und wackelten ebenso wie ihr ganzer Körper verführerisch hin und her.

Ich stand da und es wuchs die Beule in meiner Hose, während meine Tochter mich im Spiegel beobachtete. Ihre Augen fixierten mich.

Sie spuckte die Zahnpasta aus und spülte ihren Mund aus, dann stand sie nur noch da und schien auf eine Reaktion meinerseits zu warten. Unsere Blicke begegneten sich erneut und ihre tiefblauen Augen schienen eine besondere Verbindung auszudrücken.

Ich machte zwei Schritte vor und stand nun direkt hinter ihr. Als ich meine Hände auf ihre Hüfte legte schloss sie die Augen. Ich spürte, wie sie ihr Becken gegen meines drückte.

Ohne ein Wort zwischen uns zog ich meine Shorts aus, schob meinen pulsierenden Schwanz zwischen ihre Schenkel und fuhr mit ihm in der Lücke unterhalb ihrer Möse langsam vor und zurück.

Jenny öffnete den Mund und stöhnte leise. Avcılar travesti Offenbar genoss sie was ich tat. Ich zog ihr den Slip herunter und ließ ihn auf den Boden rutschen, dann steckte ich meinen Schwanz erneut in die Lücke ihrer Schenkel und drückte meinen Schwanz von unten gegen ihre Mösenlippen.

Dort war es feucht und warm. Sie drückte sich immer wieder gegen mich und es war klar, dass es wie eine Einladung war. Eine stumme Einladung.

Sie lehnte sich weiter vor und meine Eichel drückte gegen ihre Lippen und drang ein kleines Stückchen weit ein. Sie war nass und begann leise zu stöhnen.

Meine Hände fuhren an ihrer Taille aufwärts und legten sich über ihre vollen und knackigen C-Brüste. Als ich begann mit ihren Nippeln zu spielen wurde ihr Stöhnen lauter. Sie hatte den Kopf gesenkt und so konnten wir uns im Spiegel nicht mehr sehen, doch ihr ganzer Körper war eine einzige erregende Einladung.

Plötzlich fühlte ich eine ihrer Hände an meinem Schwanz, der immer noch langsam vor und zurückglitt und mit der Eichel gegen ihre feuchten Lippen drückte.

Sie glitt an meinem Schaft entlang und kraulte meine Eier. Es war ein geiles Gefühl und ich spürte ein heftiges Ziehen. Als sie meinen Schaft tiefer an sich drückte flutschte meine Eichel endgültig in ihre Möse. Eine unglaubliche Enge umfing mich und ich kannte nur noch ein Ziel. Ich begann sie mit langsamen Stößen zu ficken, während sie meine Eier kraulte und meinen Schwanz immer wieder tief in ihre Möse drückte.

Schneller als es mir lieb war spürte ich es kommen und stöhnte laut auf, als ich ihr mit mehreren harten Stößen meine Sahne tief in ihre Möse spritzte.

Jenny stöhnte ebenfalls und ich spürte, wie sich ihr Unterleib zusammenzog.

Ich stieß noch einige Male kraftlos zu, während wir so vornübergebeugt am Waschbecken standen und ich mich an ihren Titten festhielt. Ich spürte, wie mein Saft aus ihr heraussickerte, über meine Eier und über ihre Oberschenkel herunterlief.

Ohne ein Wort zog ich meinen Schwanz aus ihr heraus und zog ihr den Slip wieder über den Hintern, dann zog ich meine Shorts hoch und verließ den Raum Richtung Wohnzimmer.

Wir hatten kein Wort gesprochen und auch später, als wir uns im Wohnzimmer wiedersahen, gab es nur ein kleines, scheues Lächeln von ihr. Unser verbotenes Treiben führte zwar immer wieder zu einer erotischen Spannung zwischen uns, doch es blieb einfach unser vertrautes Geheimnis.

2

Einige Wochen später waren Jenny und ich alleine zuhause, weil meine Frau auf einem Mädelsabend war. Eine von ihnen hatte Geburtstag und sie ließen es sich in irgendeiner Cocktailbar gutgehen.

Jenny und ich hatten zusammen Fernsehen geschaut und während ich noch einen Gute-Nacht-Scotch nahm ging Jenny schon mal vor ins Bett.

Ich folgte Avcılar travestileri ihr und als ich an ihrem Zimmer vorbeikam, hörte ich eigenartige Geräusche. Ihre Tür war einen Spalt weit auf und ich spähte hindurch. Sie lag dort unter der dünnen Bettdecke im Schummerlicht und ihr Becken und ihre Beine schauten unter der Bettdecke hervor.

Ich ging in den Raum und hockte mich neben ihr Bett. Sacht streichelte ich über die nackte, zarte Haut ihrer Schenkel. Sie zuckte nur kurz, ließ mich aber gewähren. Sie sah mich nur an und ihre Augen waren wie schwarze Kristalle.

Ich fuhr an ihren Schenkel immer höher, bis ich ihren nackten Po erreichte. Sie trug ein Nachthemd, aber keinen Slip. Ich streichelte ihre Pobacken und glitt dann vorbei an ihrer Rosette hinunter an ihren Mösenschlitz. Hier war es feucht und warm. Ich hörte ein leises Seufzen meiner Stieftochter.

Mit einer schnellen Bewegung meiner linken Hand schlüpfte ich aus meiner Shorts und sah meinen stahlharten Schwanz von mir abstehen. Mit der rechten Hand war ich immer noch in der Pussy meiner Tochter und wühlte darin herum. Jenny stöhnte.

Ich krabbelte auf das Bett und spreizte so ihre Beine, dass ich von hinten an ihre Pussy kam. Ich roch ihre Geilheit und sah die Feuchtigkeit auf den jungen Schamlippen. Langsam stieß ich meine Zunge vor und ließ sie durch den Schlitz meiner Stieftochter fahren. Sie schmeckte himmlisch.

Immer wieder fuhr meine Zunge durch ihren Schlitz und tänzelte über ihrem Kitzler. Jennys Stöhnen wurde lauter und schneller.

Als ich drei Finger hinzunahm und an ihren G-Punkt stieß kam meine Stieftochter mit einer so großen Heftigkeit, dass sie mich fast getreten hätte. Ich leckte und fingerte sie einfach weiter und ließ sie gleich nochmal kommen. Dann zog ich meinen Kopf zurück und legte mich auf Jenny.

Sie hob den Kopf und ich sah in ihre glasigen Augen. Wir küssten uns und mitten hinein legte ich meine Eichel an ihre Schamlippen und drückte meinen Schwanz in ihre Pussy.

Jennys Orgasmus hielt weiter an und ich brachte mich mit ein paar schnellen, tiefen Stößen auf ihr Niveau. Keine Minute nach Jenny fühlte auch ich meinen Orgasmus kommen und schoss meine Ladung mit einigen heftigen Stößen tief in ihre Fotze.

Wir küssten einander und ich verabschiedete mich leise von ihr. Dann krabbelte ich vom Bett, zog mich wieder an und ließ meine Stieftochter alleine zurück.

Es war ein weiteres Geheimnis zwischen Jenny und mir und so blieb es lange Zeit.

3

Irgendwann heiratete sie und bekam zwei süße Kinder. Ihr Mann ist ganz okay, aber ich halte ihn für einen ziemlichen Waschlappen.

Zusammen mit ihren Kindern wollten uns die beiden eigentlich besuchen, doch Jenny kam schließlich alleine, weil ihr Waschlappen von Mann seinem Chef nicht Travesti avcılar nein sagen konnte und arbeiten musste.

Es war toll, die Kleinen im Haus zu haben und insbesondere meine Frau ging ganz in ihrer Oma-Rolle auf. Jenny sah mich mehrfach lächelnd an und streichelte mir sogar einmal unauffällig über den Po. Sie schien etwas mit mir vorzuhaben. Es war ein stummes Versprechen. An diesem Tag geschah jedoch nichts.

4

Es war an einem Silvesterabend, als wir mit ein paar Freunden feierten und unseren Kindern feierten. Sie hatten die Kinder bei den anderen Großeltern gelassen und ihr Mann, der Waschlappen, lag schon besoffen im Bett.

Die Freunde waren gegangen und ich räumte mit meiner Tochter noch etwas auf. Meine Frau war schon vorgegangen und irgendwann stand ich mit Jenny im Bad und putzte mit ihr zusammen Zähne.

Wir grinsten uns an und wussten, dass wir an unser erstes gemeinsames Abenteuer dachten. Nur waren wir diesmal noch beide angezogen.

Als Jenny fertig war blieb sie zum Spiegel gewandt stehen, fixierte mich erneut mit ihren Augen und zog sich langsam aus, bis ein blauer Slip zum Vorschein kam. Unsere Augen verschmolzen im Spiegel miteinander und sie lächelte anzüglich, während sie mit einem kurzen Schwung den Slip auch noch auszog.

Dann legte sie sich quer über das Waschbecken und nahm die Schenkel auseinander. Es war die stille Übereinkunft, dass sie es genau so wollte wie bei unserem ersten Mal. Ich zog mich aus und schob ihr meinen Schwanz in die Pussy, was kein Problem war, da sie feucht und glitschig war.

„Oh… jaaaa… ich habe so lange davon geträumt es wieder mit dir zu tun, Papa”, stöhnte sie leise.

„Und ich kann die Ficks mit dir nicht vergessen, mein Schatz. Ich träume von dir und nur von dir.”

Ich griff mir ihre Titten und knetete sie, während ich sie mit kurzen, heftigen Stößen fickte und ihre Erregung in die Höhe trieb. Jenny kam schnell und als ich spürte, wie sich ihre Fotze um meinen Schwanz zusammenzog, war es auch für mich so weit und ich schleuderte ihr meinen Saft in den Bauch.

Anschließend gingen wir in ihr Zimmer und liebten uns mehrere Stunden, bis aus mir absolut nichts mehr herauszuholen war.

„Mein Mann und ich möchten ein weiteres Kind, deshalb habe ich meine Verhütung abgesetzt”, sagte sie zu mir und lächelte mich an, während sie in meinem Brusthaar kraulte.

Ich zog die Augenbrauen hoch.

„Gerade sind meine fruchtbaren Tage und mein Trottel von Mann hat ja nichts Besseres zu tun als über die Feiertage zu arbeiten oder sich zu betrinken.” Sie lachte leise. „Ich würde mir so wünschen, dass es unser Kind wird, Papa.”

Wir küssten uns und ich verzog mich ins Ehebett.

Epilog

Wir feiern jedes Jahr Weihnachten und Silvester zusammen und ficken miteinander wann immer wir können. Unsere Lieblingsnummer ist und bleibt das Badezimmer.

Bruno, ihr Sohn, der im Herbst danach zur Welt kam, sieht mir erstaunlich ähnlich.

Alle in der Familie machen sich darüber lustig, dass die (Groß-)väterlichen Gene wohl durchgesetzt haben müssen. Wenn die wüssten…

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Maria was the first to wake up that next morning. The three young women had all gone to sleep in each other’s arms but overnight a small gap had opened up between Nancy and Maria. She looked over at her two friends and they remained intertwined. Maria had three thoughts one after the other. The first was how peaceful and content Nancy and Maura looked. They clearly loved each other so very much and while it was evident in a host of ways, this was such a sweet example of that fact. The second thought was how lucky she was that these two women, so very much in love with each other, still found a place in their hearts for her. They shared their love for each other with her and allowed her to bask in the warmth that flowed from that love.

However, there was still that gap. That little bit that said for all they meant to her and for all she meant to them, there was still a different level in Nancy and Maura’s relationship that no one, not even Maria, could attain. Being in bed with them but having that gap was a bittersweet moment.

Almost as if she could sense her friend’s thoughts, Nancy’s arm reached back for Maria. When the hand found its target, Nancy tried to pull Maria to her. Maria scooted right over, closing the gap and pressing her body into Nancy. Nancy brought her arm to rest on Maura’s hip even as she rubbed her butt back against Maria’s body. Maybe it was just that she liked the warmth of Maria’s body against her exposed back, but maybe it was something else.

Maria snuggled into Nancy that much tighter and draped her arm over both Nancy and Maura. Feeling the pressure, Maura reached up and found Maria’s hand with her own. She interlocked her fingers with Maria’s and pulled both hands to her chest. Sleeping on their right sides, Maria’s hand was now being pressed against Maura’s chest with Maura’s hand overtop Maria’s. In this position, Maria could sense Maura’s heartbeat. She didn’t have the someone special that Nancy and Maura had with each other. But she had something special with Nancy and Maura. And she was very happy that she had it. Maybe there would be a way to close the gap.

Although they did not have classes first thing that morning, they did have classes and they did have things to do. Maria had to bring her stuff that Maura had kept for her over the summer back to her room to finish unpacking. She also had to put the wig back on before she left and that took a little time to get it right.

There wasn’t a whole lot of school work to do that first week, so the girls spent a lot of time in the dorm’s lounge catching up with everyone’s summer. Maria mentioned her work on a project in Los Angeles but did not mention whose lives the work was based on or where it could be viewed. Nancy and Maura talked a lot about their trip to Yellowstone.

That first weekend the weather was so nice that everyone seemed to be out around campus. There was a lot of frisbee throwing and an impromptu volleyball game. The girls all had a lot of fun but they were very tired and mostly slept at night.

Nancy did ask Maura and Maria to help her with the butt plug over the weekend. Maura was enthusiastic in helping Nancy by using her tongue and a finger to loosen up her back door for the plug. Nancy had them put it in before both lunch and dinner on Saturday and Sunday and went to the cafeteria with it in. Other friends sat with them and while they may have noticed Nancy squirming a little bit in her chair, they had no idea why. When they got back to the room, the girls were all giggling. However, Maura and Maria were impressed with Nancy’s daring. Maria continued to be on removal duty although after Sunday night’s dinner, the removal process was no longer painful for Nancy.

Wednesday morning Nancy had a class earlier than Maura or Maria and she was up first. She brought the butt plug down to the shower with her and managed to get it in all by herself. She did make a little yelp as it went in and the girl in the next shower did ask Nancy if she was okay. “Yeah. I just slipped a little. Good reminder to be careful on these wet tiles.”

When she got back to the room, she was very proud of herself and she woke Maura up to show her. Maura was impressed and she had Nancy bend over in front of her so she could give the jewel a little jiggle, sending a shiver all though Nancy’s body. Maura also took a picture of Nancy bend over with the butt plug showing and sent it to Maria. “Look Ma, all by myself.” was the captioned Maura put to the picture.

Nancy’s phone beeped with a reply from Maria saying, “Well done.” with a “thumbs up” emoji.

Nancy and Maura were very excited the next Friday night, because it was “strap on night.” The plans had been set for Maria to give them a tutorial. So, they were a little disappointed when Maria was late. After about 15 minutes, Nancy texted her and was not enthused with the reply. “need 15 min c u soon”

When Maria finally arrived, she looked a little preoccupied. Tuzla travesti Nancy asked her, “Anything you want to talk about?”

Maria was taking off her wig, which had become a ritual when she was staying over. She said, “I’m a little worried about Kimmy.”

“Your roommate?” asked Maura.

“Yes. I am not sure about this boyfriend of hers. She’s such a sweet and trusting girl and I don’t think I like him. I’m pretty sure he was hitting on me. At first, I thought maybe he recognized me and that’s why I stayed there. Trying to figure out if he did. I finally realized he didn’t but in some ways that made it worse. It would be one thing if he thought I was a porn star, but he’s just being flirty with a random girl.”

“You are not just a random girl, Maria. You’re super-hot.” Maura offered. Maria blew her a kiss as she went back to straightening the wig on the Styrofoam head.

After getting the wig in place, Maria seemed to stare off in space still thinking about her roommate’s situation for about ten seconds. Then a grin crept over her face and she said, “Well, not my circus, not my monkey. We have plans for tonight.” And she went over and pulled out the two strap on harnesses from the bag she had left there last week.

Maria hunted around in the bag for a little bit and then looked at Nancy and Maura and asked, “Where are the dildos that go with these?”

Nancy and Maura both looked away and Maura eventually admitted, “Their under our pillows.”

Maria laughed a little and said, “Oh you two. Look at you? All next level sexy.” Nancy actually blushed a little as Maura went onto the bed to retrieve them.

Maria asked, “You didn’t leave them under there after using them, did you?”

“No, I cleaned them last night after everyone was asleep.” Nancy responded. “We’ve used them a bunch of times over the last two weeks, but I’ve always made sure to wash them as some time that night.”

“Okay good. Maybe I am overly sensitive about that as we are pretty strict about hygiene on set, but I would say you really should wash them after use. And it’s good you’ve been using them as it will make things easier tonight. So how do you want to do this?”

Maura’s smiling face seemed to retract a little and again Nancy looked away from Maria. Maura said, “Well, if you don’t mind, we’d like to start off with the two of us. But we want you to be right there to help guide us.”

Maria realized that her friends did not want to hurt her feelings or seem ungrateful that she was getting relegated to “observer” at least for now. However, Maria was not surprised by this. And while she was a little disappointed, she knew her time would come. It was just another reminder of the bond between Nancy and Maura and also of the small gap between those two and her.

Maria’s smile brought Maura’s smile back and got Nancy to look back at Maria. Maria said, “Excellent, have you thought about who is receiving first?”

Nancy cut right in, “Maura. I kind of got a little extra attention the last time so she gets to go first this time.”

Maria looked at Maura and licked her lips. Then she turned back to Nancy and said, “Okay fine, you go ahead and get the harness on and I’ll get Maura ready for you. Then I can make sure everything is all good before you get started, okay?”

“Sounds good to me.” chirped Maura.

Maria looked back at Maura and said, “Okay gorgeous, up on the bed and let’s get you ready to be truly fucked by your girlfriend.”

Maura quickly stripped off all of her clothes and hopped onto the bed. She bounced herself to the middle with her head up by the pillows. Maria laid down and moved next to her, giving Maura a deep kiss while running her hands down Maura’s body and between her legs.

Maria was slowly running her hand up and down the length of Maura’s slit while her tongue probed Maura’s mouth, searching out its counterpart and sparring with it. Maura at first thought that Maria might be a little disappointed that Maura and Nancy were asking Maria to sit on the sidelines this night. But Maria’s kiss told Maura that Maria was very excited.

Maria now moved down and situated herself between Maura’s thighs. Maura got up on her elbows so she could look down and see what Maria was going to do. Maria looked up at her and smiled and moved forward, bringing her tongue into contact with Maura’s slit. Maria was making short licks, keeping up the eye contact the whole time.

Maura looked down and took in the scene. For the first time she fully appreciated the difference between Alexis Vegas and Maria Ruiz. And it was Maria Ruiz who was currently making her feel so good. And she was doing it to help Maura and Nancy have a more pleasurable experience.

Maura was just so happy that Maria and been able to bond so closely with her and Nancy. On some level she knew it would have to end. Maria’s future was clearly in Los Angeles and while not impossible, it did not seem likely that Tuzla travestileri her and Nancy would end up there. But they had now and this person who was just so beautiful, inside and out, was between her legs giving Maura tremendous pleasure. And at this moment, Maria was still an integral part of their lives.

This thought brought a smile to Maura’s face. Maria could tell that the facial expression Maura was making was not a result of her oral ministration and so she leaned back and asked Maura, “What?”

“Nothing. You are just so beautiful and so good at what you’re doing. I am just so happy you are a part of our lives.”

“And I love how you say ‘our lives.’ You and Nance are already one and I can’t fully explain to either of you how much it means to me that you let me be a part of it.” Maria leaned back in and took a final swipe along Maura’s crotch and then sat up and turned toward Nancy.

Nancy was standing next to the bed, adjusting the harness. She had heard what Maura and Maria were saying and when Maria turned to her, she hugged Maria tightly and said into her ear, “I feel the exact same way, Maria. I know it was something bad that brought you into our lives but I am so glad that you are here. You make our love even better.”

Nancy eased up on the hug enough so she could face Maria and the two shared a loving, intimate kiss. Maria broke the kiss and leaned back. First, she gave Nancy a wink, but then she said, “Speaking of making your love better, let’s see how that harness is situated.”

Maria was impressed at how snug Nancy had made it and while she fussed at the straps a little, she did not adjust them further. Then Maria went over and got Maura’s dildo and put that into the harness for Nancy. Maura was watching all this, fingering herself and keeping herself primed for what was coming.

Maria asking “Okay, have you thought about which position you want to do it in?”

Nancy said, “Actually no. I was figuring you would tell us.”

“Well, for first timers, I think you are better off either doing doggie or missionary. Doggie makes it a little easier to see what you’re doing.”

“But I want to be able to see Nancy when she’s doing it?” pleaded Maura.

“Well, then Missionary is your better bet.” offered Maria.

Maura and Nancy looked at each other and smiled. They had been talking about this for a couple of weeks now and had been eagerly anticipating it. And now it was here. They wanted to share this moment in their lives. They’d had plenty of sex already and one could argue whether this should have had any real significance for them, but to them it mattered.

Maura laid back and picked her legs up and spread them as much as she could to give Nancy as much access as she was able. She put her arms under her kneecaps to hold her legs up in this fashion and watched in between her legs as Nancy knee walked up the mattress toward Maura.

It had been a while since Maura had watched someone moving toward her in this fashion, a cock leading them as they approached ready to thrust that cock into her. Each time she had been hoping that this was the time when the experience was going to be so amazing, she would forget the feelings that had awoken in her the very first time she had seen Nancy. Only none of them ever was enough.

Now it was actually Nancy approaching her. She did not want to have the initial feelings she had for Nancy supplanted. Maura had embraced them and found her one true love. And now she was going to have all the physical fun and all the emotional joy at the same time.

Nancy was also thinking back to last year, although her thoughts were a bit different. She was thinking about how she had come to enjoy watching the parade of guys that came through their dorm room. At first, she thought it was just that voyeuristic nature of hers. However, when she realized that she was getting jealous of those guys because they were fucking Maura, she knew she desperately wanted to be the one in between Maura’s legs. Only she would make love to Maura. She to had come to accept the fact that she had been in love with Maura from the first day they met. Only she had been unable to express that love.

Now it was finally going to be her turn. She loved Maura and she wanted this to be so very special for her. The boy toys were just looking to get their rocks off, whereas Nancy was going to make this an expression of her love. “The stupid bastards had no idea they were with a goddess. But I know. And this is going to be an offering to my goddess.” thought Nancy.

Even as Nancy was getting herself lined up, Maria put a hand on her shoulder and said, “Hold on just a second. Let me get some lube.”

Maura said, “Maria, I’m very wet from what you were doing. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence Maura, but better safe than sorry.” Maria put a dollop of the lube in her hand and then spread it all around the dildo. Then she Travesti tuzla leaned into Nancy’s ear and said, “Start off slow until you get used to the motion. You want to keep it in the whole time if you can.”

With that Maria leaned down so her face was right by Maura’s crotch. “Okay Nancy, let’s make some magic happen.” Nancy moved forward and now her kneecaps were actually touching Maura’s butt cheeks as Maura continued to lean back with her legs up high and supported by her arms. Maria grabbed the dildo and moved it to Maura’s opening. Nancy adjusted her hips following the movement caused by Maria.

Maura could feel the head of the dildo right at her entrance. Her and Nancy were looking at each other, both smiling broadly. Finally, Maria said, “Go ahead Nance, push your hips forward slowly and enter her.” Maura gave Nancy a slight head nod and Nancy’s brain sent the neural impulses to the muscles in her hips and back to thrust forward. And just like that, Nancy had entered Maura.

“OH, FUCK YEAH!” was Maura’s reaction.

Nancy asked, “Is it okay? Do you like it?”

Maura replied, “It’s you Nance. I love it. Keep doing it, Nance. Fuck me.”

Maria had moved right behind Nancy. She moved Nancy’s hair away from her right ear and whispered, “Start slow. Tease her a little. She’ll love it even more.”

Nancy was so excited and hearing what Maura had said, she was just about to try to go as hard as she could. But she trusted Maria knew best and so she continued to move her hips forward and back and the dildo continued to slowly move in and out of Maura’s pussy.

Maura was loving the feeling of being filled. The physical sensation was something she really enjoyed. She had enjoyed that much with the boy toys, even if those experiences had all lacked any real emotional joy until she realized Nancy had been watching. Now it was Nancy that was filling her, giving her this wonderous feeling of true bliss.

When Maura opened her eyes, she saw Nancy looking down at her crotch. Nancy was concentrating very hard to make sure she was doing this right. Maura also caught sight of Maria, kneeling up and looking over Nancy’s shoulder, ready to lend a word of advice if needed. Maura and Maria stared at each other and smiled. Not wanting to break Nancy’s concentration, Maria mouthed to Maura, “How’s she doing?”

“Great! This is just Great! You’re the best Nance. Best I’ve ever had.”

Maria now leaned in toward Nancy’s ear again and said, “Okay, whenever you feel comfortable with this, go ahead and start to go faster and harder. She’s loving this.”

Nancy kept going at the same speed, trying to decide if indeed she did feel comfortable with what she was doing. Deciding she was, Nancy began to move faster and tried to thrust deeper. This was exactly what Maura wanted.

“Oh yeah Nance. That’s it. Go ahead. I want you to. I want you to fuck me. So good, Nance. So good.” Maura was enjoying this as much as any intercourse she had ever had. It wasn’t that she didn’t love how Nancy and Maria made her feel with their tongues or their fingers. But this was a different feeling and she wanted it. And Nancy was giving it to her, as much as she could take.

Maura’s arms dropped from under her legs and fell to the mattress. As Maura’s legs began to dip a little, Nancy reached forward and put one hand on each of Maura’s kneecaps and pushed Maura’s legs back toward her body. This kept Maura’s legs spread wide and gave Nancy a bit more leverage. Nancy increased the speed and depth she was ramming the dildo home on each forward thrust.

Seeing that Nancy was fine on her own, Maria sat back to watch the show. She had seen this before, kind of. She had been in a bed watching Krissy and Dawn fuck each other with strap ons as she had watched and masturbated. And that was what she was doing now. One hand playing with her ample breasts and one hand pushing two fingers in and out of her love hole as she raced toward her own orgasm watching Nancy bang Maura toward her own. Maria was really enjoying the show.

Maura looked over and saw Maria. She laughed a little thinking of how Nancy had watched Maura with the boy toys and now Maria was in a similar role. Maria made eye contact with Maura and saw the smile on her face. She watched as suddenly Maura’s eyes slammed shut. Her mouth opened and a long guttural moan came out of it. Maria looked over to see if there was any problem with Nancy and what she saw made her blurt out, “Holy shit that is hot.”

At some point, Maura’s legs had straightened out as the electricity coursing through her was making her body react without any thought behind the movements. Nancy saw the foot there and seemed to recall that in one of the movies they had watched, one of the girls (she could not remember if it was Mia or Jessi) had started sucking on the other’s foot in this same position.

Nancy’s hands had been on Maura’s knees, but when Maura’s leg straightened out, she had them on Maura’s outer thighs. See was feeling confident enough with her hip movements that she took her left hand off Maura’s left thigh, brought it up to Maura’s right foot and snatched the foot in her hand. Then she brought Maura’s foot to her mouth and began sucking on Maura’s big toe.

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A Mother’s Love Ch. 03

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Thursday, October 12, 2023

I’ve been trying to contain myself the last few days. We’ve been doing a lot of fun activities outside of the sexual stuff, though, so that’s been nice. We went to a few malls and outlets, Disney, the zoo, and a lot of swimming down at the pool. Oh, and the pool bartender, Max, has a huge crush on Mom. He’s in his early thirties, but Mom said he’s too young for her.

Anyways, it’s been really hard behaving. I took Mom’s dirty panties with me to bed. I rubbed them against my pussy after I licked and sucked her smell from the fabric. Dirty, I know, but she’s just so irresistible. I kept my moans at a minimum since it was still pretty early. My eyes were closed as I wrapped Mommy’s neon panties around my finger, pushing them inside me when my door sudddenly creeked open. As soon as the lights flipped on, I quickly pulled my covers up as Mom walked in.

“Hey, baby. You okay?” She asked, standing at the end of the bed.

“Um… y-yeah. What’s up?”

“I’m just checking on you. Kayla texted me saying you were sad and stuff.”

“Ugh. I told her not to tell anyone.”

“Rari,” She came and sat on the side of me, her lotioned legs looking so tempting. “Why didn’t you tell me? I thought you trusted me?”

“I… do, Mom. I just didn’t want to bother you with that crap. He’s an asshole.”

“You can always come to me with your problems, Myra. I’m your mother.”

“I know, Mom.”

“Do you wanna cuddle?” She asked, trying to pull on my covers.

“M-mom! I’m… I’m fine.” I quickly fought her, trying to keep my naked body hidden.

“Oh… okay. I’m sorry, honey.” Mom muttered, a confused look on her face.

She got up and was about to leave until I asked her to come back. She turned around instantly and sat back down. I couldn’t tell if she was wanting me sexually or if she really just wanted to cuddle, but it was driving me crazy how caring she was being with me. It turns me on so much. Her panties were still lodged inside me as I tried to decide if I wanted to show her or not. I figured she’d be pissed seeing me naked, not to mention she’d see her underwear sticking out of my little pussy. The thought of exposing myself to her turned me on so much.

“Um… that was mean of me. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, baby. You’re emotional. These things happen.”

“It’s just… I know I shouldn’t miss him, but I guess I miss the illusion of it. Being with someone, you know?”

“Of course I know, Myra. It will take some time to get over it, but you will, honey.”

I tried my best to nonchalantly pull Mom’s panties out of my pussy as we continued to talk about my ex-boyfriend. I quickly tossed them to the floor. The covers were all the way up to my chin, making me wonder if Mom knew I was naked under them. She had to know. Why else would I be completely covered up? We talked for a good while before I decided to bring up the idea of cuddling again. She was really soft and sweet, running her fingers through my hair as she tried to comfort me. I figured there’d be no way she would get angry if she saw me naked.

“Do you still wanna cuddle, Mom?”

“Myra… of course I do.”

“It’s just…” I slowly pulled the covers off, revealing my golden body. “I’m naked.”

“What…” She looked down at me for a second before turning away. “Myra! You should’ve told me that!”

“Mom! I’m sorry! I didn’t think it would be a big deal.” I covered up again.

“I can’t believe you. You’re so naughty.” She giggled, almost cracking a smile.

“You’re not even mad. I knew you wouldn’t mind, Mommy.”

“Don’t you start with that.”

“What do you mean, Mommy?”

“What am I going to do with you?” She lightly slapped my face.

“Just… cuddle me. It’s not a big deal.”

“You have to put something on, okay?”

“Mom… please? Just… come here.” I giggled, pulling on her leg.

She sighed, accepting defeat. She crawled under the covers with me, hesitating to put her body against mine. I quickly pushed up against her, my pussy kissing her shorts as they housed that tasty bulge. I laid my face against Mommy’s tits, those hard nipples piercing her tank top as I could feel them on my skin. She giggled and wrapped her arm around my bare back, slightly pushing herself deeper onto me. I breathed in her vanilla scent–the same one from her panties I had just been making love to, albeit a lot fresher.

“Do you feel better?” Mom asked, rubbing my back.

“So much better. I love you, Mom.” I whispered, placing a kiss on her chest.

“I love you too, Rari. Naughty girl.”

“Don’t be mean. I gave you two days off.”

“That’s what that was, hm? A little break?” She giggled, looking down at me.

“Mhm. Aren’t I such a good daughter?”

“Oh, be quiet.”

We didn’t talk for a little bit as we continued to cuddle. Mom held my head on her breasts, softly pushing them against my face every couple minutes. She probably wanted to breastfeed again, but she didn’t mention it. My hand slid from her lower back down under her shorts as izmir escort I caressed her white ass. I got carried away and dragged my finger down to her tight asshole, almost poking at it. Mom was surprised, her hole puckering as my finger circled around it. Surprisingly, she didn’t say anything. Already full of lust, I took my finger into my mouth, getting it wet with my saliva before bringing it down to her big butt again. Mom softly gasped as she knew what I was about to do. I slid my hand back down her shorts, my saliva making her tremble as my finger brushed against her warm skin. Finally, I placed my pointer against her hole. Without rejecting or scolding me, Mommy relaxed her tight asshole and allowed me to push my finger inside. She let out a deep breath as I put my leg over hers, starting to work my finger in and out of her most private hole.

“Baby… this is so dirty.” Mom mumbled.

“It’s okay, Mommy. Does it feel good?” I asked, softly thrusting my finger in and out.

“Yes… it feels amazing.” She moaned softly, her bulge growing as her shorts rubbed against my pussy.

“No panties tonight, huh?” I giggled.

“W-what? Panties? No, baby.”

“Were you looking for this, Mommy? A gentle stuffing from your daughter?”

“Rari… you are so nasty. But… it’s so fucking hot.”

“Mmh… well,” I softly exited Mom’s ass, sucking my finger to relubricate it before pleasuring her again. “I’ve been wanting to fuck this white ass for days.”

“W-why did you wait so long?”

“I didn’t think you’d allow it, Mommy.” I giggled, pushing my finger all the way inside her as she yelped.

“B-baby, it’s too much.”

“Shhh… it’s okay,” I kissed her freckled chest. “Just for a second.”

“Fuck… I’m too tight for this, Myra.”

Mommy couldn’t contain her moans as I pushed her to her limits. I switched fingers, replacing my pointer with my middle as I pushed it all the way inside her. The longer of the two forced her to pant even louder. She started to push up and down against me, brushing her big tits against my face as she came down hard on my finger. She must’ve not noticed that she was grinding her bulge against my pussy, but I did. Mommy’s asshole accepted my fingers nicely, wrapping around me like a snug glove. She asked to suck her invaders once they needed more lubrication, and I obviously obliged. She loved the taste of her sweet ass, her eyes fluttering as she licked my wet fingers.

“Have you ever done this before?”

“Butt stuff? It’s been years.” She blushed.

“You don’t ever masturbate, Mommy?”

“Well… not often.”

“How can you not play with this beautiful body?” I asked, shoving my middle finger deep inside.

“B-baby!”

“You know you like it, Mommy,” I giggled. “Just take it.”

“Fuck… okay. Harder, Myra.”

I stretched Mommy’s ass. I even snuck in a second finger, violating her tight hole as she held me close. Her dick was obviously rock hard as the shorts couldn’t contain the beast any longer. Her cockhead stuck out at the top. I couldn’t believe her dick was actually rubbing up and down against my naked pussy. We both didn’t mention it as we grinded against each other. My pussy was so hot and wet. I couldn’t tell if it was just my juice or Mom’s pre-cum as well, mixing with my sweet nectar as we got lost in total lust. Mommy begged for a break as my fingers absolutely wore her out. The second I pulled them out of her, she was able to gather her thoughts. She instantly noticed what was going on underneath us and quickly put a stop to it.

“Oh… fuck! I- I didn’t know!” Mom gasped, backing up as she shoved her cock back into her shorts.

“M-me neither. Wow… Mommy.” I softly giggled, holding my finger to my lips as I played clueless.

“Yes you did. That’s going too far, Myra.”

“It’s… fine, Mom. Trust me.” I put my hand on her leg, trying to relax her.

“Myra,” She sat up, groaning a bit as her asshole was obviously sore. “My dick can’t be anywhere near your vagina,” She peeked into her shorts, looking down at her cock before she gasped again. “Myra, I’m fucking leaking like a faucet and we were just rubbing against each other.”

“It’s okay, Mom. I can just take a pill in the morning or something. It’ll be okay.”

“Do you know how serious this is? Fuck, I should’ve never gotten in this bed with you.” Mom said in a strict tone.

A frown quickly covered my face. I turned away from her, pulling the covers over myself again as I legitimately fought back tears. I hated how stern she was being. It’s honestly very rare that she ever increases the pitch of her voice while talking to me. She’s never gone off on me before. I can’t even imagine how scared I’d be if she did. It’s hard to believe considering she’s a military woman, but she’s always been so gentle with my sister and me. We were both in silence for a minute until Mom tried to comfort me.

“Rari… I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me, honey. You know we have to be careful with things like that.”

“I’m izmir otele gelen escort fine. I’m not mad.” I brushed her off, keeping my back turned to her.

“Baby,” She laid back down and put her hand on my hip. “I should’ve spoken softer, I know. Just heat of the moment type of situation, okay?”

“I forgive you,” I turned to her, obviously unable to hold a grudge against my amazing mother. “And… I’m also sorry. I got carried away.”

“I should be wearing underwear. It’s not your fault my dick just slipped out.”

“I’m sorry, but… it felt so good. I’ve never had something that long and-“

“There you go again.” Mom softly giggled.

“I-I’m sorry.”

“Shhh, enough apologies,” She leaned in and gave me a kiss on the forehead. “It’s not my baby girl’s fault.”

We maintained strong eye contact until I broke it. Nervousness was getting the better of me. I had butterflies in my stomach, realizing that I was, once again, falling for my own mother. Not only that, but here I was naked, lying next to her. And she had just called me “baby girl,” a name she hadn’t referred to me as in literal years. Was she falling for me too?

I softly giggled before looking up at her again, finally placing my lips on hers. Mommy joined me, opening her mouth for me as I licked her lips. As soon as I put my leg over hers again, she held it, her tight grip almost burning through the covers. Suddenly, her kiss became really intense. She pushed her face into me, taking over as she licked my tongue aggressively, even sucking it a little bit. I giggled, thoroughly enjoying this sexually aggressive side of my mom. I put my hand on her face, embracing Mommy as she had her way with me.

The tense kissing wasn’t enough for her. Without seperating our mouths, she pushed my leg off and mounted me. She pushed deeper onto me, pinning my little body under hers as we continued to swap spit. I wrapped my legs around my lustful mother, trying my hardest to be one with her. I could feel her cockhead against my belly button, the beast having escaped its cage again. I moaned into her mouth, doing all I could to satisfy her. Mommy wrapped her hands under my head, gently holding onto my face as she thrusted her cock into my belly. I slipped my hands under her tank top, groping her soft titties as our mouths started to soak, spit dribbling down the sides of our mouths.

“Mmh… fuck, baby.”

“M-mom,” I opened my eyes, disappointed as I felt her tongue leave my mouth. “Why’d you-“

“This is so dirty, Myra. Are you sure you want to keep going?”

“Fuck, Mom. You know I do,” I said, pulling on her top. “Take this off.”

“Okay, okay,” She giggled, obeying me. “I love being controlled by you.”

“Yeah? Well, take your shorts off too.”

“You want Mommy naked?” She teased, sitting on her knees in between my legs.

“I said take those fucking shorts off.” I giggled, grabbing her bulge.

She was turned on instantly, giving a little yelp as I got aggressive. She sat on her ass in between my legs, allowing me to pull those loose shorts off. I demanded she come back on top of me, and she did. She came in for more kisses, desperate for my love. Mommy parked on top of me as I licked her face. I felt like a lioness cleaning up her young as I licked Mommy’s mouth, chin, cheeks, and even her nose. I grabbed her ass hard, spanking it a bit as well. Her moans went from soft and sweet to loud and deep as I tightened my grip on her. I knew pulling her cheeks apart turned her on even more as her sore asshole got stretched open again.

“Do you like this, Mommy?” I asked, fondling and tugging on her heavy balls.

“You’re such a tease, baby.”

“If I tell you to do something, you’ll do it, right? Because I control you.”

“Y-yes, sweetheart. You control me.”

“Then…” I wrapped my hands around her soon-to-be lovestick. “After I stroke you off a bit, you’re gonna fuck me, okay?”

Her eyes widened the second I said it. She took a moment to respond, our eyes not leaving each other. I could tell she was heavily debating rejecting me, but she knew it’d completely ruin our little fun time if she did, so surprisingly, she went with it.

“O-oh… really, babe?” She asked, wincing as I stroked her pre-cum onto my belly.

“I have to take a morning-after tomorrow anyway.” I giggled, lifting my head up to kiss her chin.

“Mmh… yes, baby. And… what you say goes, right?”

“Yes, Mommy. Now, I don’t want to wait any more, okay?” I softly brought her cockhead to my pussy.

“Fuck…” She mumbled, biting her lip.

“Are you ready, Mommy?”

She quietly nodded. Instantly, I pushed her thick head against my pussy, softly moaning as it slipped against my wetness. I tried to force it in after a little bit of teasing, but my pussy wouldn’t open up for Mommy’s thick cock. I moaned even more as I desperately tried to fill myself with my mother’s womanhood. She looked down at me with a worried look, maybe thinking I wouldn’t be able to izmir rus escort handle her girth.

“Mommy… I need you to push into me. Can you do that?” I whispered.

“Just… tell me if you need me to stop, okay? I don’t want it to hurt.”

“Shhh… push.”

Mommy slightly raised up, pushing my legs apart a bit wider as she held onto my thigh. I allowed her to take control, my hands now on my breasts. She slapped her cockhead against my lips softly, her pre leaking onto my labia. I brought my hand down to my clit, rubbing it as Mommy finally applied force against me. With a swift push forward, that thick cockhead slid into me, a shriek escaping my lips. I put my hand over hers as she started to push her shaft into me. My wet pussy welcomed her, too excited to fight against my mother’s lovely cock. She looked down at me with heart eyes as she forced her monster into my tight pussy. It must’ve been an intoxicating feeling; putting her dick into something after years of celibacy.

I pulled her hand up to my mouth, kissing it sensually, nuzzling my face against it. I found comfort in sucking her fingers as she made love to my lonely pussy. The tight little hole enveloped its intruder after just a minute of soft stuffing. I must’ve had at least four inches of my mother’s thick cock jammed into me before she started to thrust into my womb. I could feel her spurt loads of pre-cum into me, the idea of being bred by my own mother melting my brain as she pushed in and out. I let go of her hand, allowing her to grip my hips.

“You’re… so amazing, Mom.”

“So are you, baby. Fuck… you’re so tight.”

“I know.” I giggled, putting my hands over hers again.

“I didn’t know you had a little bush.”

“Mom… don’t make fun of me.” I blushed as my mother teased me for my pubes.

“I’m not… it’s really cute.”

She giggled, putting her hand above my pussy, starting to rub my little patch of brown hair. It made me tremble, a sudden sharp feeling traveling up my spine. I could just feel my heart flutter the more Mom fucked me. The constant praising with every thrust just made me so soft. I was yearning for more of her embrace. I wanted her to be my lover. I begged for her to come down on me, to please reward me with that amazing mouth while her lovestick continued to enslave my aching pussy. Leaning in, her cock went deeper into me, a yelp escaping my lips as she came down on them with her own. She giggled into my mouth, knowing that her inches were beginning to overwhelm me. Even if I wanted to object, she wasn’t going to let me. It was clear that the tables had turned. Mom was the one in control now. The way my pussy wrapped around her cock was like nothing she’d ever felt before. Neither Dad’s ass nor the catty girls she went to school with could compare to me. It was obvious her favorite hole was now her oldest daughter’s.

I wrapped my arms around her neck, sucking on her tongue as she tried to force it down my throat. Her hands slipped under my ass, holding my warm cheeks as she continued to drill into me. Her thrusts started to quicken, my desperate pussy already wetter than a river. I could feel my first orgasm coming on, deep moans and cries for help escaping my lips. Mommy let go of my mouth, allowing me to breathe properly as my pussy clenched down on its breeder, cum exploding from within me. As I tilted my head back, shrieking in pleasure against my pillow, Mommy kissed at my exposed neck. Another wave came over me, the sounds of my mother’s cock being washed in my cum melted my brain even more. Her girth forced my pussy to spread even wider with every deep thrust. It felt like a literal pole was being forced into my body, constantly impaling me back and forth. The pain was nothing compared to the unbelievable amount of pleasure rushing through me. I had never felt anything like her.

“Mom… don’t stop.” I begged, desperately holding onto her back.

“You’re so fucking good, Myra.” She panted, holding onto my hips so hard, her nails slightly digging into me.

“Harder… h-harder… make me cum.” I whispered, holding back tears as I buried my face into her shoulder.

With another sharp thrust, I could feel Mommy’s cock even more. She had to have shoved at least a few more inches inside me. She was even faster now, granting my orders–I mean, requests. The beautiful white woman above me was forcing my legs to spread even wider, my desperate pussy obeying her menacing monster as it rammed and pummeled into me harder and harder. Those heavy balls slapped against my asshole as Mommy dug deep into my womb. Plap plap plap. I could barely think as she violated my once tight and pretty little baby bearer. Mommy pushed up, forcing my lower back off the bed. She gripped my cheeks hard as she continued to fuck me senseless. I felt her in places I had never felt before–places I didn’t think were even reachable. She was making my cervix her bitch. It made the thrusts borderline unbearable, tears quickly running down my cheeks. It didn’t stop me from my third orgasm, though. My moans had already turned into loud shouts as I dug my nails into my mother’s soft back. She wrapped her arms under my head, filling me with even more cock. I was just relieved to be on my back again. At that point, I figured I had almost all of her nine inches housed inside me. At least that’s what it felt like.

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Ruby’s Game

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(This story is based on an idea sent from a much appreciated Anon. -Wolf)

I’ve known Trisha my whole life. She’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember. I won’t bore you with our entire life stories, but I’ll catch you up to speed. And then we’ll talk about the video. And the game.

My name is Ruby. My parents must have been psychic, because it turned out to be an apt name for a short, scrawny redhead. They call me their little gem, even though I’m shy and not very friendly. But I’m eighteen– can you blame me?

Trisha was my age and my physical opposite– but we were thick as thieves since day one. She was a dirty blonde with much more confidence than me.

She also had lipedema. The only thing I understood about her condition was it meant she looked both fat and skinny at the same time. Her top half was only a little chubby, but her legs were disproportionately huge. So was her butt. Her bottom half seemed like it belonged to someone else. Someone enormous.

Anyone else would have been a social outcast, but Trisha didn’t bare any shame for her condition, which drastically changed her body in the last couple years of high school. She wasn’t bullied, because she’d tear someone a new one if they tried. She was tough. I admired her for it.

I also found myself interested in her strange proportions. Once she really started to swell up during her eighteenth year, I felt differently about her.

I thought I was straight, but Trisha made me reconsider things. I felt weird about suddenly crushing on my best friend. I felt strange for being aroused by her excess cellulite, and her incredibly bottom heavy body. I was also very curious how much she weighed.

That’s as good an intro as any.

One day, I was Trish’s playing a game on her tablet while she binged a marathon of some reality dating show on her TV. We were often hanging in her cramped bedroom. I didn’t enjoy every guilty pleasure she did, so we often entertained ourselves while hanging out.

I got tired of playing the game, and started perusing her tablet for other apps to try. I found a file marked FACTING, and I swear I thought it was some trivia game or something. It wasn’t.

Trisha stared at her TV as I tapped the icon, and discovered a video file. The cover image didn’t reveal the contents. I played the video, expecting nothing.

The sound was on full blast from my earlier game. The video started halfway through some kind of porn vid, in which a woman with similar proportions to Trisha was sitting on a man’s face, seemingly suffocating him on purpose. She was nude, and jiggly and–

“OH MY GOD!” Trisha said, snatching the tablet from my hands, stifling the speaker with her palm as she frantically scrambled to turn it off.

I was in shock, and embarrassed, and totally confused.

“Ruby!” she hissed, turning bright red, “You’re just digging through my shit?”

“Sorry,” I said, probably a shade more red than herself. Ginger skin: it’s my superpower.

Trisha sighed. “It’s not your fault. I should have hid that better.”

“What is that? Who is that? That wasn’t…you, was it?” I felt flushed, and warm all over.

“No!” Trisha scoffed. “She’s just some chick online who…”

She covered her hands with her face. My eyes darted to her black Nirvana shirt. It barely hid her tummy.

“She has lipedema too. She sits on guys faces. She does OnlyFans and stuff. You think I’m a fucking weirdo for saving that, just say it!”

She looked like she wanted to laugh, but maybe she was worried about my judgement, which would be a first.

“Trish, no…” I giggled a little, trying to ease the tension. “That was actually…pretty hot.”

She eyed me suspiciously.

“I mean it,” I said.

Trisha looked at her bedroom carpet.

“I know, right?” she said, grinning. She looked up at me. “I like pretending that it’s me, doing that to someone, when I…”

My heart fluttered a little. I had never seen a video like that. Never imagined someone like Trisha using her butt to suffocate someone. It was so weird, and intimate, and intriguing.

“Was he like…licking her? Or…” I was often shy when it came to sex stuff. We were both virgins, but I could barely talk about anything beyond kissing.

“No, I don’t think so,” Trisha said thoughtfully. “It’s more about smothering– like breath play stuff.”

I had never told anyone, but recently I had started holding my breath while I masturbated. It got me there quicker. I didn’t think much of it until now.

“Hmm,” I said, not sure how to contribute to this conversation.

“Ruby, do you–” Trisha trailed off abruptly. She fell back on her bed, groaning.

I climbed up beside her, poking her soft side.

“What’s wrong, Trishy?” I teased.

“I almost said something super dumb,” she said.

“Oh,” I said innocently.

“I almost asked if you wanted to try that.” Her words hung in the air, and my heart skipped a beat or two.

“Naked?” I squeaked.

“No, I don’t have to be.” She spoke softly, even istanbul travesti though her parents both worked late. We were alone for hours.

“That wouldn’t be terrible for me,” I said, trying to seem playful. I was trying to flirt with my best friend, but I didn’t know how.

Trisha looked at me, then to the carpet again.

“Ruby,” she said, “We’re best friends. Maybe this is too weird, even for us. Plus, I’m so heavy. I could hurt you, or–“

“Trish, I like your body. I actually really like your body.” I was beet red, surely. But I spoke my truth.

“Really?” she said, tilting her head. “I’m a fatso though.” She bit her lip, begging me to tell her more.

I smiled. “I dunno what to tell you. I like all your curves.”

She smiled in return, then sat up.

“We could…play a game. I saw something once, it’s like a guessing game. You guess my weight, and then…okay, wait a second. Lie down.”

I did as asked, both nervous and excited. Trisha was wearing grey sweatpants, the kind that was thicker and left more to the imagination than the sheer kind that most girls wore these days.

She crawled over me, and started to straddle my face. I giggled nervously as her massive leg swooped over my head.

“So,” she said, parking her massive ass directly above me. “You guess my weight. You guess wrong, and I sit on you. Each wrong guess means I sit on you a little bit longer.”

“Okay,” I said cautiously, “Do I have to guess exactly right? How would I–“

“I weighed myself today,” she said. “That’s the number in my head.”

“But you could cheat,” I said suspiciously.

Trisha laughed, clearly not realizing that until now.

“I wouldn’t lie to you,” she said sweetly. “So, guess.”

My mind went blank. All I could see was an extremely wide waist perched above me, cloth digging in to her crotch and ass. I need to emphasize how huge her ass really was; Each butt cheek was much wider than my whole waist. It was a staggering volume of…woman. And I swore I could almost smell her–

“Ruby,” she said flatly.

“Sorry. Uh…two hundred pounds?”

“Nope,” she giggled, and lowered herself. This was really happening.

Her titanic ass approached. My nose pressed into her butt crack as she slowly sat down upon me. I giggled nervously. Her impossibly big ass pushed gently against my face. I inhaled deeply through my nose, taking a big breath.

God she smelled good. Like laundry, and sweat, and feminine aromas.

Then my world went dark as her butt eclipsed my sight. Her soft, warm cheeks buried me, and pressed my mouth shut, and my nose deep into her crack.

Feeling her weight upon me was incredible. I was pressed into her bed– her mattress sunk in deep under her gravity. I realized I probably couldn’t breathe if I tried. A little bit of panic crept in, as I didn’t remember her saying how long she would sit for. Just when I started to worry, she sat up on her knees.

I inhaled fresh air that was both musky and sweet.

“How was that?” Trisha asked with a sensual inflection.

“Pretty great,” I said, my jeans containing my secret, that I was already feeling a little wet from that first sitting.

“Do I stink? Or was I hurting you?” Trisha wiggled her bum above me.

“Nope and nope,” I said. My nose felt a little bent, but I felt amazing otherwise. “But are you counting in your head?”

“No,” she said. “Sorry, I forgot. I just wanted to see how it felt first. I think that was like…five seconds? How about I’ll add another five every time you get it wrong.”

“What?” I laughed, my nose sounding stuffy. “But if I make too many wrong guesses I’ll pass out! Wait, would I pass out? Or could I like…die?”

“No,” she said, patronizingly. “I’ll get up if you tap me. But this is a good way to get used to it, slowly going longer without air.”

I wasn’t mentally prepared for such a perfect fantasy to manifest like this. I couldn’t wait to have her do it again.

“Okay,” I said coyly. “Seven…hundred…pounds.”

“Pfft, you wish.” Trisha lowered herself again. Her ass consumed me once more, and I relished in being forced up inside her ass. I heard her start to count in Mississippi units, but her voice was muffled by her titanic bum.

My nose was being pinched by the seam of her sweats, but otherwise I was great. I tried to inhale, and because of the soft material, I could kind of pull some oxygen in, but with much effort. It didn’t help. Trisha counted unintelligible numbers as I started to feel the need to breathe. I think she was counting slowly because of the too-high guess.

My lungs ached a little, but she heaved off soon after.

“You might want to guess a bit more seriously if you want to survive,” she laughed.

I drew breath, feeling only a little faint.

“Are you sitting all the way?” I asked, my nose throbbing a little. I wished I could see her face, but that would be a while yet.

“Like fully sitting? No.”

“Well how else can I guess properly?”

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“Alright. Two hundred and fifty-five pounds.”

“Cold,” she said.

Trisha sat down again. The pressure increased. And increased. It didn’t stop. I was buried, packed deep inside her crevice. That fucking seam was digging into my flattened nose. My head felt like a watermelon being slowly stepped on by a hippo.

Then the pressure peaked, and I knew I that Trisha was resting all of her weight on me.

Immediately, I wanted air. It was too soon to crave escape this badly, and new sensations crept into the experience. I was claustrophobic, uncomfortable, and scared.

Sure, I knew I could tap her, and I was pretty sure she’d get up. But that panic was hard to shut out. I resisted tapping out for as long as I could, but I gave up before she got herself up.

I slapped blindly at her legs and she quickly leaned forward.

“Jeez Rubes, you’re supposed to be lasting longer, that was barely–“

“Sorry!” I said, panting heavily, “I got overwhelmed, I felt claustrophobic!”

“Hmm,” she replied. “Not sure why I enjoy the idea of you like…struggling to breathe under me. I must be a fucking sociopath or something!”

We both laughed– maybe at the absurdity of what we were doing. Maybe laughing made it less intimate– made it a game instead of something more than just teens experimenting.

“There’s a seam in your sweats that’s killing my nose,” I said.

Trisha climbed off me, and lay next to me on the bed. She inspected my raw sniffer.

“That looks painful,” she said, lightly tracing her finger along the bridge of my nose.

“I’m a trooper.” I sounded like I had a cold.

“I could take my sweats off.” She stared at me with her amber eyes. The look revealed nothing other than I knew she meant it.

I struggled to find words.

Struggled to form a reply.

She spoke first.

“I had a shower this morning before school. And I shave, so I’m not like…gross or anything. But it’s more like…do you even want to keep doing this? ‘Cause I don’t want us to be like, weird later, or–“

“Trisha, this is like…the best day of my life,” I said. “I feel weird saying this, but I really want to know how it feels for you to sit on my face with no pants on.”

I grimaced a little, but speaking the truth felt good.

She smiled, and kissed my forehead.

“I’m glad. I really wanted to keep going.” She lay back, and shimmied out of her sweats. Her pale legs were exposed, and I saw things I’d never seen before.

I saw another girl’s pussy for the first time, at least the top part. She was shaved indeed. Her mound was so much chubbier than I expected. It looked like it would fill both my hands. Her mammoth thighs were dimpled and uneven, and her ass sort of pooled out where she was sitting on the bed.

There was so much flesh, so much cellulite.

Then she crawled up on all fours again. Crawled up to my head. Swung her colossal thigh over my face.

“Yup, that’s my vagina,” she giggled. Her body jiggled and wobbled. I was in heaven as I gazed at her pussy lips. They were cute, and barely peeked out from her plump crotch.

Then I looked up, into her deep ass crack. It called to me. It begged for me to plunge my face inside. She boldly wiggled her hips and her cheeks wobbled and grazed my forehead.

I couldn’t wait any longer.

“Three hundred,” I said.

“Gettin’ there,” said Trisha, “but very slowly.”

She brought her rear upon me. I nonchalantly guided my nose into the middle of her crack, squirming slowly inside as her cheeks slowly swallowed me.

Without her sweats, her skin was warmer, and had more grip. The more weight she slowly relaxed upon me, the more pressure I felt on my face. I kept my hands by my sides until I needed desperately to reach up, trying to part her cheeks a little so I could push in deeper. I couldn’t do much– I could barely reach.

She understood what I was trying to do, and sat up a tiny bit before spreading her ass apart drastically.

I saw her asshole in the dark center: I dove in.

I pushed my nose against her musky hole, and she released her flesh, trapping me inside, and sitting down with impatient force.

If I had felt claustrophobic before, I wasn’t prepared for this.

I was sealed tightly inside Trisha’s balmy, flesh prison. It was airtight. I felt so severely buried that I literally felt like I was underneath an elephant. I felt her breathing, and heard her muscles and whatnot shifting and heaving.

I heard her counting, but I only heard vague noises.

I started counting the noises.

I got to seven as my survival instincts crept in.

I reached thirteen as my chest screamed for air.

I reached seventeen as I realized absentmindedly how turned on I was.

A second later I tapped her naked thighs to get her off.

A second later, she still wasn’t budging.

When she finally lifted, I practically screamed travesti istanbul as I drew breath.

“Fuuuuck!” I gasped, making sounds that scared myself. Suddenly I was highly aware of the surreal nature of this moment. My obese best friend was suffocating me with her ass. Her NAKED ass. I mean, I was fucking CRAMMED up there, and I think she LIKED that she was almost crushing the life out of her shy, diminutive bestie, Ruby.

This was fucking crazy.

“Ruby?” she said, sounding both concerned and hungry for more.

I groaned, seeing stars and feeling very lightheaded.

“I had to get to twenty, you were almost there anyways,” said Trisha. She had ignored my pleas for an extra couple seconds. And I wasn’t even mad.

I was soaked.

“You gotta manage your air better, Rubes,” she said as I studied the details of her secret entrance. Entrances, plural.

“You’re doing great though,” she said, patting the crotch of my jeans. She had never touched me there before. I had also never wedged my face into her ass before today either.

I writhed a little at her touch. She didn’t comment on it.

“So, be honest,” she said, “What’s my ass smell like?”

I boldly leaned in, inhaling dramatically inside her butt crack, and said, “Smells perfect.”

She laughed, and patted me twice between my legs again, then kept her hand there.

My heart couldn’t take much more. I loved her so much. Love or something like it.

“What happens when I guess right?” I asked, resisting the urge to kiss her pussy, which unlike mine, was fully exposed.

“Well,” she said, “You can have whatever you want.”

I smiled. Not that she could see. I thought for a moment. I didn’t know how close I was but I felt like I needed to aim higher. But not too high.

“Four hundred.”

“Ooh, wow. You’re really close. But…not exactly right.”

Once more, I was entombed. I had wisely slowed my breathing beforehand. I counted with Trisha to keep track.

I tried to tell myself that twenty-five seconds was nothing.

I tried not to think about the pressure, or the heat, or the panic that slowly piled on with every extra second. I didn’t fully trust Trisha. Or, I knew she might take her time to release me. My time. My precious seconds.

I wondered what she must be thinking. What it must feel like to smother such a scrawny, weak little girl like me. I bet she felt powerful. Like a goddess. Or something.

I had lost count. My limit was reached. I tapped for air. She didn’t move. I expected this. I raked at her skin with my nails. She remained stoic.

I tried to scream, but her intimate flesh was pressed tightly against my lips.

I thrashed around, and she tapped me on the pussy. I swear I almost came from a tap.

Then she sat up.

“Sorry,” she sighed as I wheezed in some air, sounding ragged and sickly.

“Not…cool,” I managed. I couldn’t survive another round. This game was secretly deadly. I could have passed out. I could have–

“I love you Ruby,” said Trisha, softly.

She might have been kidding, but I said, “Love you too, Trish. So much.”

She leaned forward, and kissed my jeans between my legs.

I leaned in, and softly kissed her secret place in return. I pulled away, and a sweet strand of syrup hung between our lips for a second before swinging back between her legs.

She was very wet, and tasted like those purple flowers kids suck on.

I was about to go for it. Dive in, lick her like a lollipop and taste her sweet, honey flavored–

“Just guess one more time, Rubes,” she said. “Then we can do whatever you want. But first…tell me exactly what you want.”

I only had to think for a second.

“I want to taste you. I want to lick you, fucking bury my face in there, and I want you to touch me. I don’t want you to let me breathe until I come.”

Trish made a surprised sound, like a moan she didn’t know she was going to make.

I was about to make my final guess.

“Four hundred and–“

“Close enough,” Trisha whispered, and relaxed her entire weight upon me.

I honed in on her pussy before things went dark. Trisha’s fingers approached my pants as I started to lick at her sweet lips.

I had no sense of navigation underneath her hundreds of pounds. I tongued at her sweet entrance until I felt her lips part.

I felt my pants loosen, become removed, and my underwear was peeled off. I panicked for a second, unsure if I had a tampon inside me until I remembered that was last week. I too had showered today. I too, was shaved. Like my parents, I too must have been psychic. It’s like I had planned this or something.

Trisha was grinding against my face. My nose was shoved up her pussy at one point, coating me in her nectar. I licked incessantly, blindly searching for her clit. I was a virgin, but I knew how a woman got off.

I felt her shift slightly, and her mouth met my snatch. I felt a wave of pleasure roll through me as her tongue lapped at my virgin clit.

At that moment, I found hers.

I was too ambitious before. Just as I started to swirl my tongue around her sweet little nub, my need for air reached its limit.

I instinctively adjusted my head to try to find some air. Trish was straddling more than sitting, but her swollen curves were still impeding my airways.

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Dara, Entering the Family Business Ch. 02

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I felt like a totally disgusting whore. And I loved it.

Steve left me sitting on the bed as he went to rise off in the shower, not saying another word to me. I felt warm and tingly all over; better than I had ever felt. I had been thoroughly fucked and pleasured, and so had my customer. His silence merely meant that he didn’t want to waste time talking to a whore, having used her for her purpose. He had told me he was coming back in a few weeks, wanted to hire me to stay over night, and expected to sodomize me. He left it to me to figure out a price.

I was perfectly okay with that, although letting a guy use my ass was not something I really expected to do any time soon before that conversation. Now it was a professional expectation. It was my job. Still it worried me. I knew women had used their asses since the dawn of time, but it wasn’t something I was really looking forward to as it sounded painful, gross, and disgusting. It came with the job though.

I was a whore now, I had sold, or rented at least, my body for Steve and Randy’s use, and each had used me as they saw fit. On the way to the casino I had brief thoughts if I would be any good at it and how much I wouldn’t like it, but other than Randy’s body odor, and the vile taste of his semen, it was over all a good experience, and I was ready to do it again. Plus I made serious bank, at least 1700 or 1800 if my estimate of what I saw counted out was accurate, all for taking off my clothes, which was fun, and catching a couple dicks, which was not horrible overall.

I liked following in the family business, I liked being a whore, even if I was one that pretended to be a stripper. As I used a warm washcloth to wipe Steve’s discharge from my face, my hair, my tits, and my abs, I thought that I might just have mom drop the pretense and just start renting me out as an escort. She surely knew what would happen when I stripped with Clara. She had to know. I think maybe she was just easing me into it.

On the other hand, stripping was seriously hot. A great deal of the satisfaction I was feeling was owed to the arousal of taking off my clothes and revealing myself to the hungry eyes of my customers. It made me warm all over, my heart raced and my body demanded cock. So I would, at a minimum, be stripping more.

Of course there was also the chance mom might be seriously pissed, but I doubted it. Its not like she had any moral high ground. It was a tradition, if not an expectation in the women of my family, going back at least to my grandmother. We were whores. We sold our bodies for profit and became cum dumpsters for horny guys with money looking for a thrill, that I had a professional life planned after college, or that I was doing it to make money for school, didn’t make me less of a whore. I was okay with that too.

That I so enjoyed the fucking Steve gave me didn’t hurt of course. Truthfully if their friend Mike wanted to fuck me I would have been down, but apparently Clara had drained him thoroughly.

After Steve got out of the shower he invited me to use it, and by the time I got out he had left. Damon was in the room as I exited the bathroom; still naked as the day I was born, and had brought my panties, bra, skirt and top. As I dressed on the edge of the bed he watched me with a smirk and I caught him leering at me several times.

I didn’t mind, although it was awkward. I had known him since I was a little girl, but an hour before he had seen me dancing and taking it all off, so it wasn’t as if we were breaking new ground.

“You ready to blow this joint?” Damon asked.

I stared at the lump in the front of his pants and considered his words.

“By ‘joint’ you mean…” I asked as I touched his cock through his jeans.

“No, well, yes, but not here. I meant are you ready to leave?”

“Oh!” I exclaimed as I came back to reality. “Is Clara ready?”

“Her and your guys are already gone. We just have to close up and leave. Clara didn’t Bahçeşehir travesti want to wait so she took an uber. Its cool, we can go.”

“Is that safe?” I asked, worried about my friend and mentor getting robbed or worse by herself.

“She knows the ropes and can handle herself. Clara isn’t an innocent young thing like you.” Damon smiled.

We rode the elevator and walked to the garage in silence. I still felt like everyone we encountered looked at me like I was a slut, and though they probably didn’t truthfully, I didn’t really care. I had left off my panties and bra and just stuffed them in the bag, and my face and hair looked fresh out of bed and freshly fucked, so I guess it was an accurate assessment.

“Where to?” I asked as we got into Damon’s car.

“I’m thinking my place, you have a bit more training tonight.”

“Oh, another strip show?” I asked thinking I should have put my undergarments back on in the hotel. I guess I was in a post fuck daze as I should have realized what Damon meant.

“No baby” he replied as he put the car in gear, then took my hand and laid it on his lap. “We need to make sure you know how to take care of your drivers, we keep you safe, you keep us… satisfied.” He grinned.

“I… oh. I, I think I’m going to like this part of the training” I smiled at him as I ran my fingers up and down the long bulge in his pants. I couldn’t see it of course, but from what I felt it was significantly larger than I had previously experienced. I didn’t daydream about big penises, but I admit at that moment I was intrigued, and a little anxious to try it.

Damon was anxious to try me too I guess for as soon as we exited the garage and were in traffic, he unzipped and pulled out the biggest dong I ever imagined. It was dark black, as thick as my wrist and seemed to be pretty hard too. Well, that’s to be expected I guess, he had just seen me strip and waited while I serviced two guys, knowing he was next. I mean, I hoped he was looking forward to nailing me.

“Damn, just whip it out!” I giggled.

“You can’t suck it while it is in my pants can you?” He smiled.

“Oh… you want to pull over somewhere or something?” I asked, looking around to see if there was any privacy to be found and found none on the brightly lit strip. I was totally down with blowing him, just looking at it was making my mouth water, but I didn’t want the whole world to watch. Well maybe a few people, but not a big crowd… fuck, what was I thinking?

“Now Dara, I know them high school boys you’ve been dating have gotten some road head from ya, its my turn” he smiled.

Fuck his dick was thick, I couldn’t completely get a hand around it I learned as I reached over and began stroking him. Damon seemed to like that, but I guess my confusion showed and I finally asked.

“Uh, no, You mean like while you’re driving? I’ve never done it in a moving car. Isn’t that dangerous?”

“Yes, it probably is. Now get your face down here and start sucking. You’ve got a lot of sucking to do tonight, might as well get started.”

I did want to blow him, I was still worked up from before, and, well, just looking at his penis and stroking it was making my mouth water, but it was a little intimidating and it seemed a bit dangerous. I had never been with a black guy, but I was half black so that didn’t bother me. And Damon was at least twice my age so…

I didn’t over think it. I looked around one more time, we were still on the strip but the car has tinted windows so there was some privacy I guessed. I undid my seatbelt, put one knee on the seat and one on the floor, leaned over and took his big throbbing head into my mouth. I gave it a lick and a little wet suck, then looked up to announce “You have the yummiest dick ever!”

He really did too! He was dicklicious in every way, a little salty, some sweetness and his head was like soft velvet in my whore mouth. All cocks should be Bahçeşehir travestiileri this scrumptious. The tip was oozing a drop of syrupy goo and it was a little tart, but not too bad for something that was leaking out of a guy’s body. All in all an awesome cock, the only problem was getting it in my mouth. He was just so thick!

I turned and squirmed trying to get a better angle to fellate Damon, but the limited space of the car didn’t allow it. Still he moaned a bit as I licked and slurped around the head so I guess my efforts were acceptable. I really was doing the best I could, but I could barely get the head and maybe an inch of shaft in my mouth, and he had at least seven inches left for me to pleasure. I ran my hands up and down him and licked his shaft when my jaw needed a break. Soon he was covered with my saliva and that let my hands stroke him much easier while I sucked on the head.

Damon? Well he was enjoying himself. I heard a few moans from him and when I did I repeated whatever I was doing to cause it. He kept saying things like “that’s nice” and calling me his “sweet little ho.” I didn’t really mind the ‘ho’ part, but calling me ‘his’ seemed possessive. It wasn’t a big deal though; I was trying my best to swallow his manhood at the moment. It was a bit creepy when he said stuff like “Sweet little Dara, sucking on my dick… who would have guessed it?” but that was followed with “oh yeah, right there, that’s nice!”

We finally got on the freeway and Damon reclined his seat just a bit, which made it easier for me to rest my head on his abs and work that monster a bit deeper. Every other guy I had blown would have spewed several minutes ago, I mean, I’m probably not an expert but I’m told I’m good so… Well, it didn’t matter, I liked sucking Damon, and even though my jaw was getting sore, I didn’t mind continuing. I really wanted him to cum so I could swallow it, but that wasn’t the only reason. I just liked sucking him, he didn’t try to force too much in my mouth, had a pleasant, masculine scent, a great body and cock, and, as I already said, his flesh was delicious.

I dealt with the soreness by taking breaks and just using my hands on him, and it took both hands. With one I would stroke his shaft, and the other would massage the tip of his glans. He seemed to really like that.

“Take your top off” Damon said during one of my hand job breaks.

“Huh?”

“Take your top off, your skirt too.”

“Uh, why?” I asked as I looked around the freeway to see little traffic going our direction.

“Because I want to see those titties, and that pussy, and because I told you to. Now take them off bitch, you wanna be a ho don’t you? Well ho’s do as they’re told” he commanded.

“Oh. Okay” I grinned. I know guys are visual and all that, but he had just seen me dancing naked and getting my pussy and asshole licked maybe an hour and a half before, plus when I came out of the shower. I thought I made it pretty clear I was available to him then but I guess, whatever. I certainly didn’t feel shy at that moment and if someone in another car saw me, well, that was kind of exciting to think about. Mainly though I saw some fluid oozing from a long, black, vein covered cock and didn’t want to waste it, so I pulled off my top, unzipped the side of my skirt and tossed both onto the seat by the door.

I held my hands up in a shrug and asked, “You like?”

Damon didn’t answer, he just glanced up and down my body, the reached between my legs and slid a finger into my vag. I gasped as he penetrated me, it just felt so good! His fingers were thick and he had two pushed into my creamy slot.

“Yeah, you’re wet, I figured you’d be a whore that liked her job” he grunted as he banged my pussy with his digits.

I braced myself with my hands against his thigh and gasped as he expertly found my g spot. Damn he was good at finger fucking!

Looking at his cock, he was continuing travesti Bahçeşehir to ooze pre cum, so I leaned over and sucked his head back into my mouth as he exited the highway into a residential section. For the next few minutes I was face down with my ass in the air, kneeling on the passenger side as I did every trick I knew about giving head and he distracted me by reaching over my ass and fingering me. A pussy juice lubed digit entered my ass just as he pulled into a garage and the lights came up, the noise of the garage door closing drowning out the loud grunt I made at his anal invasion.

“Damn, didn’t think I would make it” he sighed as he leaned his seat back and with his free hand reached into my curls and forced my head down on to his cock.

A deep groan exited his throat as the first gusher of his sweet semen shot into me filling my mouth. I barely had time to taste it as a second and third shot pumped into me and I was swallowing in desperation to not lose a drop.

His cum was as wonderful tasting as his penis had been and I gulped it down, hoping he wouldn’t stop. He came more than anyone else ever had in me, four or five good long spurts, and some leaked out the side of my lips and down his cock. I licked it clean until he stopped oozing seed, savoring the reward for a blowjob well done.

Even before his breathing normalized, Damon was opening the door to the car and getting out. I looked around, still savoring the taste of his cum, and saw we were now parked in the garage of what I guessed was his home. I started to gather up my skirt and top, still shaking with desire and a need to be fucked, when Damon opened the door behind me. I had been on my knees facing the driver’s side and with two hands on my hips Damon dragged me back to the passenger door until my feet came out and were on the concrete floor with me still bent over.

“You suck cock like a good little whore, lets see how you take a dick, you like dick Dara?” He asked as his still mostly erect cock pressed into my labia and entered me with one firm stroke. I gasped as he took my breath away.

“Yeah, you like that dick don’t you, you gonna be a good little bitch ain’t you? Them rich tourists are gonna be lining up to fuck you, but your cunt belongs to me don’t it bitch?” He demanded as he fucked me hard.

I was so full I thought I might split in two and could barely respond.

“Yes! Fuck me, fuck me like a whore!”

“You are a whore Dara, I thought you knew that, you always have been, its just now you’re gonna fuck who I tell you to, when I tell you to, and how I tell you to, understand? You’re either gonna be my bitch or my baby momma, I ain’t sure which, it ain’t nothing for me to nut in ya.”

“Yes! Give me your cock! I want your cum in me Damon! I want it! Oh god you feel so fucking good! You’re going to make me cum! I want your cum in me, breed me Damon!”

By that point I was on the cusp of orgasm. Sucking him off on the way over had gotten me all worked up, and his manhood was like a fire hose about to spray down the burning in my snatch.

“Oh, you gonna cum bitch?” he asked as he smacked my gyrating ass. “I don’t think so! You cum when I let you. Right now you go some more training. Pretty good at fucking though, that’s a tight little cunt for a whore. Now let’s go. I got some guys in here that are gonna teach you how men liked to be fucked, fine tune that cocksucker on your face, teach you how to eat pussy, and get that ass gaped open for you.”

I was shaking and trembling, about to lose control when Damon withdrew from me, pulled me out of the car then grabbed my hair and pulled me across the garage and into his home. He wasn’t really that rough, he wasn’t hurting me, but was making sure I knew he was in charge.

We got to his living room, me walking on my tip toes to keep from having my hair jerked out by the roots, and when I got there he held me in place, naked, in front of Claire and three guys that worked for mom. Each had his cock out, all were impressive and Claire was lazily stroking two of them, and one of those guys was rubbing her wet, pink slit.

“Little Dara wants to be a whore. You guys know what to do,” Damon said as he released me.

They all grinned.

It was going to be a long night.

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Tracking Evil, a Podcast Pt. 03

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Authors note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Tracking Evil, The Podcast — Part Three

Episode One: ‘One must seek the truth within…not without.’

Erica had returned home.

She shared a house with her parents. Well, she had a small apartment about fifty feet from the main house on the parcel of land her parents owned. For all her ‘independence’ she still ate most of her meals in her parent’s kitchen, talking with them as they discussed everything from football to political tensions, local and international.

As she had been taught, she kept two sets of notes. A complete no holds barred set including names and events, and a second set, a clean set as her dad had called it. The second set had names etc. redacted to keep informants confidential. It was the clean set that she’d given her father to peruse while she’d been working on her overdue article submissions. Partly because the investigation was hers and hers alone, partly because she didn’t want him worrying about what she’d been up to and filling in the blanks as to how she’d gotten her leads thus far.

He had handed it back to her, a glowing smile of pride on his face as she’d taken the folder from him.

“Couldn’t be prouder.” he remarked and walked away.

That had been a pleasant shock. Normally her dad would have been over eager to ‘guide’ her with his wealth of knowledge but he hadn’t this time, confident in his daughter’s ability. When she’d told him about her podcast idea all he had said was, “If anyone can do it, you can.” That was him all over, the poster child for parental support.

That was the only piece of good news she had gotten. Tiny had so far been unable to dig up anymore clues and the people he had persuaded to check into North Carolina and Connecticut victims had yet to get back to him. She hadn’t heard anything from Deputy Arlene McGuigan either and Erica was reluctant to push at her, she felt the other woman was a kindred spirit and once she’d discovered something Arlene was sure to reach out to her.

The time back home had refreshed her but all too soon it was time to leave again, back to Washington DC to complete her end of the deal with Victor. Showing up at his party.

True to her word, Erica had arrived on time, in a dress and bearing gifts from Victor’s parents who had contacted her just before she left.

The party was everything she’d expected, but nothing like she’d hoped for. Instead of a room filled with like minded people interested in unwinding and having a good time, it consisted of a collection of people who shared only one thing in common, beside knowing victor, and that was an all-consuming amount of self-love.

After dropping off the gifts to Victor and fortifying herself with a couple of hastily drunk shots of vodka, Erica had found herself cornered by Victor’s friend Brian. Brian was another recent graduate of the academy, a legacy in fact with his father a high-ranking agent still. He was tall, good-looking, blonde haired and blue eyed… and so fucking boring. Erica could have dealt with boring; she could have put up with a boring guy all night long, she owed Victor that at least. But then he changed gears, moving from putting her to sleep to being a condescending asshole. That, that she couldn’t let go.

“So, Victor tells me you want to be a reporter?” As he asked the question there was just the slightest eye roll, Erica bit her tongue as she saw it. ‘Be nice’ she thought, ‘you promised you’d be nice.’

“Well, I AM a reporter. I’m just looking to get picked up by one of the bigger news outlets is all.” she answered.

“Why would you want to waste your time on that? It’s either lies, propaganda or fluff pieces. Personally, I’d rather kill myself than send out conspiracy laden articles to the ill-educated masses.”

Erica took a calming breath.

“I see it as educating the masses, offering points of view, different perspectives. Getting conversations going, encouraging people to take a hard look at what’s going on in the world, not just what’s happening in their front yard.” She downed her vodka, looking for a space to squeeze past him to get a refill.

“What are you working on right now then?”

“It’s a crime investigation, I’m planning on doing it in the form of a podcast” Erica said, she started to brush past him to head towards a bottle for a top up. Instead, he dropped his hand in an over familiar manner onto her hip, holding her in place. This meant she was looking up at his face as he began laughing uproariously.

“Oh, heh-heh, oh fuck that’s funny. Heh-heh.” Brian wiped a tear from his eye with his free hand. “You agree with me then, moving from reporting to podcasts, light entertainment. It’s all the same, not a serious profession at all.”

“Take. Your. Hand. OFF my hip. Now.” She spoke quietly but her words were soaked in venom. Osmanbey travesti His hand flew off her like he had scalded his flesh on a hot stove.

Without another glance in his direction, Erica walked towards where she had left her coat. Victor intercepted her halfway there.

“Are we having fun yet?” His words were guileless but Erica knew him too well, she could see it on his face that he’d witnessed the altercation between her and Brian.

“Not really, listen I’m only going to bring the room down, I’ll head off.” Erica replied.

“Jesus Erica, one night, that’s all I asked for. One night where you climb off your high horse, show me a little support. I mean what the fuck? Brian, he’s a good guy. What’d you have to go insulting him for?”

“Good guy? Good guy? He’s a pampered privileged asshole. How could you even think we’d hit it off? He is the biggest dick in here which is saying something.”

“He’s a dick because he thinks you are wasted going into journalism? He has an opinion that doesn’t match your view of the world and that’s it, he’s an asshole? You are twenty-four years old and you are still doing parttime work trying to make ends meet, chasing a dream even after EVERY SINGLE INTERVIEW you went for, you got shot down. Well, you know what, Brian is right, you are wasting your life chasing after this. This podcast is going nowhere, you are going nowhere. Jesus, I’m trying to be a friend here, trying to open your eyes to the truth.” Victor kept his voice low as he delivered his speech but even in a near whisper his voice still throbbed with suppressed emotion.

Erica went pale as the words slammed into her. She could feel tears welling up, a tremor entering her limbs as she teetered on the edge of sobbing. She cloaked it though, mastering herself she looked Victor in the eye.

“I was wrong, I’m sorry.”

“Well, well great, that’s…that’s great.” Victor stuttered in surprise.

“Yeah, I was wrong, Brian isn’t the biggest dick in here.” Erica grabbed her coat and stormed out of the apartment. She could hear Victor’s voice bouncing and echoing through the stairwell as he called out for her to come back. She didn’t, and she didn’t allow herself to cry until she was out on the sidewalk and a block away from his building. As she looked for a cab, tears rolled down her face.

By the time she’d wrenched her hotel door open, swinging it shut viciously behind her, Erica’s tears had dried. Her heart was still racing, her head thumping but it was anger fuelling her now, not sadness.

“Stupid asshole…. bastard… mother fucking…. dumb…. repressed…..motherfucker.” she muttered as she flung her coat into the corner of the room, kicking her shoes after it. Erica stomped over to the mini bar and fished out two small bottles of vodka and a small coke.

“The fucking nerve…he gets his dream…. bastard…. but I gotta give up on mine…..asshole!” she continued her expletive filled monologue as she emptied the vodkas into a glass, a dash of coke followed with half of it missing as her hands shook with rage. Erica half threw herself onto the bed, careful not to spill her drink. She winced as her ass caught the edge of her laptop, the hard plastic digging into her.

“Dickheads…. ohh journalism sucks, we’re so great in our fancy suits with our fancy badges, fucking assholes…fucking deserve each other. Two big giant dicks…”

She broke off her rant midsentence as the image of Elias and Ben entered her head. “Yeah…two big giant dicks…”

Erica swallowed a mouthful of her drink, then she smiled and set it down on the bedside locker. She opened up her laptop, connected to the WIFI in the room before opening up a search engine on the internet.

‘Five foot six + hundred and fourteen pounds + 34C-25-36 + Pornstar’ Erica typed into the search bar. She scanned some images but nothing popped so she expanded her criteria.

‘Brunette + blue eyes’ was added and she started looking through the results again. Finally, she found an image of a nude woman that resembled her close enough.

‘Layla Smooches’ she read, then she typed in a new search. ‘Layla Smooches + Interracial’

This time she went to the video results, finding a good candidate in moments. She clicked the link.

‘King Dom Cums in fresh white pussy’ was the banner above the video.

‘Works for me’ Erica thought to herself. She popped in her earbuds and hit play on the video. As she listened to the corny, badly scripted opening to the scene, Erica got undressed. The actress had adopted a vacuous personality, somehow stumbling into the men’s restroom of an unspecified building. As she sat on the toilet seat, with her jeans still pulled up, an extremely large black cock had appeared through a hole cut in the wall of the toilet stall.

Erica rolled her eyes at the set up but then she wasn’t looking for a DeNiro movie, she was looking to get herself off.

With zero prompting, Layla went from slightly confused girl in an unfamiliar place to cock crazy vixen, on her knees, mouth Osmanbey travestileri gaping as she began sucking on the meaty tribute before her.

Erica settled herself on the bed, laptop resting to one side of her, pillows behind her propping her up. She looked at the glistening shaft emerging from the hole, despite the porn actresses’ best efforts at least half of it remained in view as she took it deep in her mouth. She could just pick out the man’s heavy breathing, the sloppy wet sounds of the blowjob covering up pretty much everything else.

“That’s it bitch, eat that cock, fucking eat it.” came a disembodied voice, the man in the other stall.

Erica felt her nipples harden at the words, she let her fingers play over them, feeling each one swell with excitement beneath her fingertips.

“Gurch, gurch, gurch, gurch….” “Good girl, takin’ that cock like a real slut.” Erica watched Layla slipping a hand inside her own pants, head bobbing on the black cock. Erica followed suit, a hand stealing over the small strip of trimmed light brown pubic hair, heel of her hand resting on her mound as her fingers deftly stroked at her own moistening pussy.

In the scene, King Dom had pulled his cock back through the hole. While Layla fruitlessly stared into the opening, calling out for him to come back, King Dom walked around the partition to join her in the plus sized stall. He was as big as his cock, striking looking with heavy brows over a hard looking face, a thick black beard dominating the lower half of his features. He was built as well, sporting a power lifters physique. He was also naked save for a pair of black socks.

‘Who stands around a restroom nude like that, come on…’ Erica thought smiling to herself.

King Dom soon had Layla equally naked and began fucking her against the wall of the toilet stall, the partition shaking with his forceful thrusts. As the action stepped up a notch on screen, Erica’s fingers began to delve deeper inside herself. She tried to keep in time with the black cock disappearing in and out of the actress in the scene. Erica took one of her own nipples between thumb and forefinger, squeezing it before moving to the other one.

“Uh, uh, uh…so deep.” said Layla. “Deep is what you need bitch, deep is what you get.” came King Dom’s reply.

Erica was loving his deep bass voice, the sound of it very nearly as exciting as the sight of his body. She wished he’d talk some more, help her to get off. Erica turned up the volume a bit more, closing her eyes and sinking back against the pillow as she pleasured herself.

“Take it, take that dick, that’s it, stretching you out now.” King Dom’s voice was filling her ears as her own fingers filled her pussy.

“Gonna knock your back out, fuck yeah. Gonna fuck you so you don’t walk straight.” Erica’s fingers increased in pace, following the sounds of his pumping cock as it slammed into Layla’s pussy.

“Fuckin built for this cock, weren’t you? Weren’t you? God made you to take this black cock and that’s what you gonna do. Gonna take this cock like a good white slut, aren’t you? Answer me, don’t run away, push back on that cock and answer me.” For Erica the divide between reality and online pornography had disappeared. His voice penetrated her mind as if he was in the room with her, all that existed was his voice and the churning burning pleasure in her pussy.

“Gonna take it like a good slut.” Was that Layla talking or was that her own voice?

“That’s right, now tell me what I’m gonna do next, you know, so say it.” Deep, low, commanding, really was the voice of a King, of a Dom.

“You’re going to cum in my white pussy.” Layla answered. Erica increased her pace yet again, she wanted to finish when he did.

“That’s right, good slut. Yeah, gonna fill you up with cum, fill that little white belly. I done stretched this pussy now I’m gonna stretch that belly when I knock you up.”

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, cumming!” Layla squealed in response to the rhythmic grunts as King Dom unloaded inside her.

“Hrrrghhh, ugh, ugh, ack.” Erica croaked out as she bucked against the bed, flesh and muscles undulating with the waves of orgasm spreading through her.

She gently stroked at herself as she came down from her high. Erica closed the laptop with one hand, the other was slathered in her own juices. She stretched provocatively, arching her tits to the ceiling as her cramped muscles tensed then relaxed.

“Now I’m having fun Victor, you asshole.”

Episode 2: ‘Crime is common, logic is rare…’

At 2A.M. Erica was still awake. She had thought that getting herself off would relieve her stress over the situation with Victor but it hadn’t. She’d lain on one side, her mind thinking back over the party, over what he’d said. Erica had rolled over, eyes firmly shut and her mind started spinning out a thousand and one different things she could have said that would have blown both Victor and Brian out of the water. She’d groaned and rolled onto her back, that was when her Travesti osmanbey mind started thinking ‘what if they’re right?’

In desperation she rolled out of bed and sat at the small desk in the room, her laptop in front of her. Maybe if she worked or watched something online it would clear her head long enough to sleep. Sitting beside her laptop was her cell phone, eight missed calls from Victor and a shitload of texts. She pushed it away, if she read them now, she’d never get any sleep.

Erica opened up her email, the first couple were offers of work, both from small local papers. Her parents must have been putting out feelers on her behalf. Had they been talking with Victor as well? They hadn’t acted as if they had. Next was an email from a magazine she’d applied to work at, no current vacancies… fuck!

Then she spotted Tiny’s email, desperately she clicked it open, tense with the need for some good news.

As she read her excitement grew. He had received news that Leon Monroe and Jennifer Sands, the victims from North Carolina and Connecticut had also been involved in interracial relationships. FUCK YOU VICTOR!!!! This was it; she was vindicated. The graffiti message was the killer’s signature, the fact that each victim had been in an interracial relationship of some kind was the motive. This was another step towards finding the killer. A big step!

Erica’s finger hovered over the mouse button, poised to reply. She hesitated, because a crazy part of her just wanted to turn up at his doorstep instead of emailing him. If she did it would be because she was looking for sex and not help with her story. No, she wasn’t going to complicate things anymore than they already were. Erica hit reply and tapped out a message to Tiny. She was effusive in her praise and thanks for the information and promised she’d keep him in the loop. She didn’t mention she was just fifteen minutes away by car.

Energised, she sent an email to Arlene. She’d have preferred to talk to the Deputy on the phone to get her take on things but excited as she was, she knew a phone call at this hour wasn’t the way to go. After that she packed up and got ready to head to the airport. She’d be hours early for her flight but she wouldn’t put it past Victor tracking her down to her hotel and turning up. There had been enough drama for one day.

Erica was unpacking her bags after an uneventful journey back to Kansas when she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. She’d had another two missed calls from Victor and it looked like this was number three. With a frustrated sigh she dug the phone out. She didn’t recognise the caller ID so she answered the phone reluctantly, fully prepared to hang up if it was Victor on the other end of the line. It was Arlene.

“Hey, you free to talk?” The Deputy was speaking in a low tone and from the murmur of voices behind her, Erica guessed that she was in work.

“Absolutely, how are things with you?”

“Not bad, not bad. I got your email and I wanted to give you a call. I’ve some news. Grab a pen and paper, you might want to take some notes.” Arlene said.

“K, give me a sec.” Erica put the phone down and pulled open her bag, pulling out her notebook. She took a seat and switched the phone to speaker. “Okay, go ahead.”

There was a pause for a moment, Arlene collecting her thoughts no doubt.

“After we spoke last, there was something bothering me, something familiar that I couldn’t quite figure out. You remember?”

“Mmhmm” Erica responded.

“I eventually recalled what it was but I held off on talking to you. I didn’t want to send you off down the wrong path. Then your email arrived and the interracial angle was a good fit with my information so I figured it was time we talked.”

“Jesus but you have me on tenterhooks here Arlene!” Erica blurted, “What’s going on?”

“Sorry, I’ll try to keep it short.” Arlene said, “Okay, to start. When I first joined the department, I was assigned a veteran as a partner, to show me the ropes, you know? Anyway, this guy died a few years back but I still want to keep his name out of it. He was a great guy, really understanding and patient with a rookie law enforcement officer, kind of the perfect mentor.”

“Yeah, I get that.” Erica said, thinking of her father and his coaching of her.

“I had been working at the station one night. I guess I was about a month into the job, and I’d had to put a couple of guys into the cells. One of them was having a hard time, crying, screaming, pretty hysterical with fear a few times. Anyway, it got to me a bit. It’s a tough part of the job having to lock someone up, deny them their freedom. So, my partner, he took me out for breakfast after our shift ended, to talk, to settle me down.”

“Good guy.” Erica said, jotting down notes.

“He was, he really was.” Arlene replied before continuing her story. “The relevant point, for you anyway, is that he told me about the first time he’d gotten a bit freaked out on the job. Similar situation to me, he was working the cells one night when a guy was brought in. The prisoner had been picked up as a fugitive. Seems he had killed his wife after he caught her with another man. Shot her, her lover escaped, husband then fled north into Virginia from North Carolina. Got picked up for erratic driving, then the arresting Deputy got word on the fugitive status.”

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Ja, ich schreibe ja schon an der Fortsetzung von „Die Zeichnung”. Aber diese Idee geisterte die ganze Zeit in meinem Kopf herum und wollte raus.

Das Nickerchen — eine Kurzgeschichte

Jan schloss die Wohnungstüre auf. Gleich nach den ersten Schritten nach Innen umgab ihn die kühle Luft der großen, abgedunkelten Wohnung. Er schloss die Türe hinter sich und blieb stehen. Den Kopf in den Nacken gelegt, atmete er tief durch. Der Tag war unerträglich. 36° C im Schatten machten jede Tätigkeit zum Kraftakt und ausgerechnet heute Nachmittag war das Basketball-Spiel angesetzt. Als Center hatte er allerhand zu tun gehabt. Er hatte sich nur noch auf die Dusche nach dem Spiel gefreut und hatte sich dann zu Fuß und im Bus durch die ätzend warme Stadt auf den Heimweg gemacht. Er war zwar gerade volljährig geworden, aber an einem Führerschein hatte er einfach kein Interesse. Warum auch? In der Stadt kam man mit dem Auto ohnehin kaum vorwärts. Wärend der Fahrt nach Hause musste er an seinen Vater denken. Er beneidete ihn im Moment. Er war auf einer Geschäftsreise nach Norwegen. Musste es da nicht kälter sein? Er war sogar ziemlich weit oben, in Narvik. Er stellte sich vor, wie sein Vater im dicken Parka durch einen Schneesturm zur Forschungsstation stapft und musste grinsen. Wahrscheinlich werden Brennstoffzellen eher in normalen Fabriken gebaut und Skandinavien sah in echt bestimmt anders aus als in „Eisstation Zebra”.

Jan schmiss seinen Rucksack auf das Bett in seinem Zimmer, schlüpfte aus seinem an der Haut klebenden T-Shirt und streifte die kurze Sporthose ab. Boxershorts mussten für heute genug sein. Er versuchte, auf seinem chaotischen Schreibtisch sein Physik-Heft zu finden. Die Klausur machte ihm eigentlich keine Sorgen. Da kam er wohl nach seinem Vater. Aber es konnte nicht schaden, nochmal alles aufzufrischen. Er würde es sich einfach in dem großen Bretz-Sessel bequem machen und sich seine Notizen noch einmal durchlesen. In der Küche holte er sich ein großes Glas eiskaltes Wasser und schlurfte ins Wohnzimmer. Er musste sich kurz orientieren — der Raum war dunkel. Der Rest der Wohnung auch, alle Jalousien waren heruntergelassen, aber das Licht des Kühlschranks hatte seinen Pupillen verengt.

„Au, verdammt” zischte er. Er hatte den Sessel gefunden, beziehungsweise sein Zeh. Er stellte sein Glas auf das kleine Tischchen und ließ sich in den Sessel fallen. Er schloss die Augen und genoss die Kühle des Raumes.

Norwegen. Er hätte seinen Vater gerne begleitet. Flug und Hotel wären nicht das Problem gewesen, aber außerhalb der Ferien war Verreisen einfach nicht drin. Das Land hätte ihn interessiert. Sonst fuhr die Familie immer in den Süden.

Als er die Augen wieder öffnete, konnte er im Raum besser sehen. Die Jalousie war zwar geschlossen, aber ein paar Lamellen waren noch einen Spalt offen und die Sonne zeichnete ein Muster auf das Sofa. Die Lichtstrahlen waren durch die Partikel in der Luft gut zu sehen und gaben dem Raum eine rauchige Bühnenatmosphäre. Er folgte einem der Strahlen und erschrak. Der Strahl endete auf einem Körper. Er zuckte kurz zusammen.

Jemand lag auf dem Sofa. Eine Frau. Natürlich seine Mutter. Alsancak travesti Wer sollte es sonst sein. Sie hatte Bereitschaftsdienst und war, wenn sie Pech hatte, 24 Stunden auf den Beinen gewesen. Als Assistenzärztin in der Notaufnahme konnte das schon mal passieren. Dann noch die Hitze. Sie war sicher fix und fertig und würde, wie immer, wie ein Stein schlafen. Er würde sich einfach ruhig verhalten. Normalerweise schaffte sie es bis ins Schlafzimmer. Jans Augen hatten sich mittlerweile gut an die Lichtverhältnisse gewöhnt. Er sah sich im Zimmer um. Seine Mutter hatte ein Handtuch um den Kopf gewickelt, das sich aber teilweise gelöst hatte. Darunter waren ihre dunklen Haare zu erkennen. Sie lag auf dem Rücken und hatte ihr Gesicht zur Sofalehne gedreht. Er achtete so lange auf ihren Brustkorb, bis er erkannte, dass der sich gleichmäßig hob und senkte. Dabei drang langsam in sein Bewusstsein, dass er ihre Brustwarzen sehen konnte. Sogar sehr gut. Sie standen groß und hart nach oben. Sie hatte ein enganliegendes Spaghetti-Top aus dünnem Baumwollstoff an. Seine Mutter hatte offensichtlich sehr schön geformte Brüste. Das war ihm so noch nie aufgefallen. Natürlich wusste er, dass seine Mutter Brüste hatte, und er hatte diese auch schon gesehen, aber noch nie im sexuellen Kontext wahrgenommen. In der Stille des nachmittäglichen Wohnzimmers und unter diesem geheimnisvollen Licht, änderte sich das. Auf einmal nahm er seine Mutter als die schöne Frau wahr, die sie war. Sie war schlank, hatte aber nicht diese übertriebene sportliche, harte Figur. Sein Blick wanderte wieder zu ihren Nippeln. Er spürte plötzlich seinen Herzschlag stärker. Er hatte das Verlangen, diese Nippel zu berühren.

„Alter, was ist denn jetzt los” ging es ihm durch den Kopf. Sein Blick wanderte über den Körper seiner schlafenden Mutter. Das Top lag eng an ihrem Oberkörper und war weit über den Bauchnabel hochgerutscht. Unter ihrem Nabel kam ein kleines Frauenbäuchlein, das in einem knapp geschnittenem Baumwollslip verschwand. Wirklich knapp geschnitten, oder? Und auch … ziemlich dünn? Sah er da sich darunter abzeichnende …? Es war zu dunkel. Sein Herz schlug mittlerweile beängstigend laut. Sie musste auch rasiert sein. Eigentlich ganz normal, nur dachte man darüber daran doch nicht bei seiner eigenen … alter Schwede!

Eine Zeit lang saß er regungslos da und starrte auf seine Mutter.

Hallo? Auf seine Mutter! Was war denn nur mit ihm los? Als ob er noch nie seine Mutter in Unterwäsche … konnte er wirklich ihre Muschi unter dem Stoff erkennen? Langsam glitt er aus dem Sessel und krabbelte über den Teppich auf sie zu. Vielleicht einen Meter vor ihr stoppte er. Sie bewegte sich, holte einmal lange vernehmlich Luft und ließ ihr linkes Bein vom Sofa gleiten. Jans Herz pochte laut in seinem Hals. Das kann nicht normal sein, sie muss das hören, aufwachen und mich auf Knien vor ihren gespreizten Beinen finden, kam Panik in ihm auf. Ich werde jung sterben. Er unterdrückte gerade noch ein Kichern. Dank des Beins am Boden konnte Jan seiner Mutter nun genau zwischen die Schenkel schauen. Ein Sonnenstrahl meinte es gut mit ihm und schien direkt Alsancak travestileri auf ihren Schamhügel. Vorsichtig kroch er näher.

Er kauerte nun praktisch zwischen ihren Beinen, jederzeit schnell zum Rückzug bereit, sobald sie sich bewegen würde. Ihr erleuchteter Schamhügel lag wie der heilige Gral vor ihm. Zum Greifen nahe und irgendwie doch unerreichbar. Und tatsächlich, unter ihrem Slip zeichnete sich die Silhouette ihrer Schamlippen ab. An deren unterem Ende war ein kleiner, feuchter Fleck.

Jans Hirn arbeitete schnell die möglichen Gründe ab. Pipi? Sie hatte geduscht und war dort noch feucht? Sie war … geil? Jan konnte noch kein praktisch untermauertes Fachwissen aufweisen. In der Theorie, ja, da war er Fachmann, hatte aber den Verdacht, dass die Filmchen in Netz der Realität nicht immer gerecht wurden. Er schob sich vorsichtig nach vorne und war mit seinem Gesicht nur noch eine Handlänge von ihrem Schoß entfernt. Ein süsslich-herber Duft stieg ihm in die Nase. Oh, das ist … guut.

Forschend sog er ihr Bouquet ein. Er vergewisserte sich, dass sie noch schlief. Ihr Kopf lag unverändert und ihr Brustkorb hob und senkte sich langsam und gleichmäßig. Auch ihre Brustwarzen waren immer noch hart.

Dieser Duft war betörend. Wie ein verdurstender an der Wasserquelle sog er ihn immer wieder tief in seine Lungen. Seine Hand wanderte an seine Boxershorts und drückte seinen harten Schwanz. Sein Körper spannte sich bei der Berührung an. Er schob seinen Kopf noch weiter nach vorne. Langsam und vorsichtig näherte er sich ihrem Schoß. Seine Lippen spürten die winzigkleinen, hochstehenden Fasern ihres Slips. Langsam bewegte er seine Lippen über ihrem Schoß und berührte dabei immer wieder hauchzart die Oberfläche ihres Höschens. Seine Lippen ertasteten die Konturen ihrer Schamlippen, ohne zu forsch Druck auszuüben. So nahe war der Geruch noch intensiver. Er veränderte vorsichtig seine Position und fuhr mit seinen Lippen nach unten. Seine Unterlippe spürte Feuchtigkeit. Er verstärkte den Griff an seinem Schwanz. Ein Zittern ging durch seinen Körper. Seine Lippen bewegten sich über dem feuchten Fleck. Am liebsten hätte er ihr den Slip heruntergezogen und seine Zunge direkt in die Quelle geschoben.

Hi Mom, ich darf doch mal eben? Schlaf ruhig weiter.

Er vollführte wahre Kunststücke mit seinem Gesicht. Während er seine Lippen mit ihrer Feuchtigkeit benetzte, strich seine Nase über den Knubbel, wo er ihren Kitzler vermutete. Wie gerne hätte er sein Gesicht fest in ihren Schoß gedrückt. Ihre Hüften mit seinen Armen umschlungen. So geborgen wäre er gewesen. Nicht WIE in Mutters Schoß, sondern IN Mutters Schoß. Er spürte zunehmende Nässe an seinen Lippen. Erschrocken unterbrach er seine Bewegung und seine Augen gingen nach oben. Sie schlief. Aber ihr Brustkorb schien sich heftiger zu heben. Auch ihre Brustwarzen schienen sich nicht zu beruhigen. Sie schien erregende Träume zu durchleben. Er musste lächeln.

Der Fleck wurde größer und der Duft wurde intensiver. Seine Hand hatte sich mittlerweile in seine Shorts gearbeitet und den so gewohnten Rhythmus aufgenommen. Seine Lippen bewegten sich Travesti alsancak fast ehrfürchtig über den Schoß seiner Mutter. Seine Unterlippe wurde mit ihrer Feuchtigkeit benetzt, die er immer wieder mit seiner Zunge ableckte. Er wanderte nach oben zu ihrer Knospe und zupfte ganz sanft mit seinen Lippen daran.

Plötzlich kam Bewegung in seine Mutter. Sie holte tief Luft und gab etwas wie ein Stöhnen von sich. Sie schien sich zu strecken. Dann kam wieder Ruhe in ihren Körper. Plötzlich zog sie ihr rechtes Bein an und ließ es seitlich gegen sie Sofalehne fallen.

Jan war zurückgewichen. Erschrocken starrte er auf seine Mom. Rechnete damit, gleich ertappt zu werden. Aber schon war wieder alles vorbei. Nur, jetzt lag seine Mutter mit weit gespreizten Beinen vor ihm. Ihr Höschen hatte in der Mitte einen großen dunklen Fleck. Durch die Nässe schmiegte sich der Stoff besser an ihren Körper und ihre Schamlippen waren jetzt sehr deutlich zu erkennen. Jan hatte die ganze Zeit weiter seinen Schwanz in den Shorts massiert. Verträumt betrachtete seine Mutter. Ihr Top war nun bis knapp unter ihre Brüste hochgerutscht. Ihre Brustwarzen waren unverändert hart. Die Sonnenstrahlen, die es durch die Jalousie schafften, beleuchteten wie kleine Spotlights ihren Körper. Er schob seine Shorts nach unten. Sein Schwanz zeigte genau auf den Schoß seiner Mutter. Er rutschte etwas näher und nun berührte er ihn auch fast.

Er nahm seinen Rhythmus wieder auf. Er zog seine Vorhaut jedesmal langsam vollständig über seine Eichel, die mit seinem Vorsaft benetzt war. Millimeter für Millimeter bewegte er seine Hüfte nach vorne, bis seine Eichel ihr Höschen berührte. Genau an dem nassen Fleck. Er stöhnte bei der Berührung leise auf. Eine nie erlebte Erregung überkam ihn. Er zwang sich, nicht schneller zu werden, er konnte das nicht mehr lange aushalten, das spürte er. Er hatte immer weniger Kontrolle über sein Tun und drückte seine Eichel sanft auf ihren Kitzler. Langsam wichsend schob sich seine Vorhaut immer wieder über ihre Knospe … und trug ihn über die Schwelle. Plötzlich bewegte sich seine Mutter. Sie drückte ihren Unterleib nach unten. Jan kam in diesem Moment. Der erste Spritzer landete genau auf dem nassen Fleck ihres Höschens. Dann krümmte sich Jan zusammen schoss Schub um Schub in seine Shorts. Sein Oberkörper zuckte, seine Bauchmuskeln zogen sich rhythmisch zusammen. Ihm wurde fast schwarz vor Augen und beinahe wäre er vornüber auf seine Mutter gekippt.

Erschöpft sank er in sich zusammen. In seinem Schritt breitete sich klebrige Nässe aus.

Er sah auf das Höschen seiner Mutter und entdeckte sein Sperma. War das so viel gewesen? Der Stoff war im Schritt komplett nass. Panik stieg in ihm auf. Er rappelte sich hoch und tapste rückwärts aus dem Zimmer, immer seine Mutter im Blick, drehte sich auf der Türschwelle um und hastete in sein Zimmer.

Im Wohnzimmer kehrte wieder die nachmittägliche Ruhe ein, als wäre nichts gewesen. Die Sonnenstrahlen hatten ihren Winkel verändert und fielen jetzt flacher durch die schmalen Schlitze. Die Staubpartikel tanzten noch immer durch das Licht uns das Wasser in Jans Glas wurde langsam wärmer.

Ihre Hand schob sich zwischen ihre Beine, wo sie bis kurz vor Jans Eintreffen noch gewesen war, und ertastete sein Sperma. Der Bengel hatte es tatsächlich geschafft, dass sie kam. Mit ihm zusammen. Sie presste ihre Beine zusammen, drehte sich auf die Seite, schloss die Augen und schlief ein.

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