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Dominica Kolslova was under the warm shower, savoring the feel of the trickles of water. She had just reached the pinnacle of her tennis career, having beaten out the world’s best player and shocking the crowd at Wimbledon as she had rolled to victory. It had been so sweet, and her defeated foe had quickly packed and left the locker area, unwilling to linger at the area of her humbling defeat. That was fine with Dominica, she loved having the shower all to herself. Her mind drifted, she knew that Larson would be coming to her flat tonight, and they were going to have a private celebration. She purred as she thought about his cock driving into her, pumping away at her inner silk, until he grunted, growled, and unleashed a torrent of thick cream deep inside her. She ran her hands in a sensuous caress over her nipples, her pink, eager buds rising up, her pussy was tingling, she forced herself not to stroke one off, she wanted to save up her sexual lust for Larson.

Just outside the shower, unnoticed by her, alien eyes watched her, ah yes, the perfect subject. The creature watching her had slipped in to the locker room unseen, the quantum displacement generator the creature wore around its body, like a belt, created a very small time adjustment. The creature could tune it to be just slightly out of phase with normal time, it was only a few milliseconds difference, but it rendered the creature invisible. With the locker room now deserted, the creature had closed the quantum field, and was back in normal time. It studied the subject, what the humans called a female, taking in the orange sized breasts, the shape of her well toned body, the long, sleek legs, committing every detail to memory. It also gently read the subject’s mind, recording the thoughts, and the fact that the subject had an active sex life, perfect. Then, the creature concentrated, and it could feel its skin rippling, melting and remolding itself. The creature opened its eyes, and stepped quickly towards the showers. The creature held a small pod in its right hand.

Dominica sensed the presence behind her, and spun around. Her eyes flew open, she stood gaping, rooted to the spot, she was looking at herself. Whoever, whatever this was, it was an exact duplicate of her, smiling at her. She was spellbound, a carbon copy, right down to the perky, cherry red nipples, the freshly waxed pussy, the long, sleek legs that her dedication to tennis had given her, not even a tiny bit of difference on the body that was standing before her. The only difference was the duplicate of her was wearing a fancy looking belt. Dreaming, I must be asleep and dreaming ran through her mind. She watched the hands come up, gripping her shoulders, and the pod in the alien’s right hand fired a needle into her skin. The sting broke Dominica’s trance, but before she could even tell her legs to run, she felt a great lassitude sweep over her. The world wavered, and as her vision grayed over, fading to black, she slid down to the floor unconscious.

The creature picked her up and carried her out to the locker room area. It set her down on a bench, and with the stack of towels nearby, the creature dried off her new body, and Dominica. As she did so, she looked forward to her assignment. She had been given the task of studying these humans, and in particular how they reproduced. Where the creature lived, there was no such thing as gender. Reproduction was by simple cloning, churning out sexless copies very quickly. Discovery of the planet Earth had given them a look at an entirely new civilization, Maltepe travesti with a very different way of reproduction. The creature had drawn the assignment of finding a suitable human female, who had an active sex life, and becoming the female, to experience sexual intercourse first hand. The creature was swamped with sensations, what they called the vagina seemed to be very wet and hot, and strange prickles of sensation coursed through her. Drawing her arm back, it brushed against her breast, and she felt another sizzle of sensation zip through her, creating more pleasurable prickles down in her pubic region. Forcing herself back to the task at hand, the creature quickly donned Dominica’s clothes. She left the subject nude, she’d be using the quantum displacement generator when she left, so no one would see a clothed Dominica carrying a naked Dominica. She set the field, and once again invisible, she made her way to the subject’s personal transportation vehicle, what humans called a car. She opened the trunk, and gently placed Dominica’s unconscious form inside. She closed the trunk, and closed the quantum field to bring herself back into normal time. Now that she had Dominica’s body hiding it, the creature would be able to move freely, and especially, to experience sexual intercourse.

She slid behind the wheel, and scanned the memories that she had absorbed, ah yes, there it was, how to drive this vehicle. Ten minutes later, and she turned into the car park for Dominica’s flat, and easily found the space that was marked with the 1202 number. She parked it, slid out of the seat, and just as she opened the trunk, she activated her quantum displacement field, and it was an easy matter to carry Dominica’s body into her flat, unobserved. The communication device, what they call a telephone, began to make that ringing sound as she closed the door, and shut down the field. She picked it up.

“Hey baby, I just heard, you won Wimbledon, congratulations!” Larson’s voice sounded through the earpiece.

Ah yes, this was her boyfriend. The creature’s quickly had Dominica’s thoughts and responses lined up, and she bantered through the conversation.

“I just got into Heathrow, my airline switched me to an earlier flight. How about I come over right now, and we can get our post victory celebration going early?”

Even as the creature was hit with the unexpected change, and it ran the problem over in its mind, she cooed into the receiver, “Sounds great sweetheart.”

Larson voice, thick with passion, replied, “Ok baby, I’ll see you in 30 minutes, get yourself ready!”

She heard the click of the telephone receiver, and the creature had a major problem. Her scout vessel was in orbit, but on the other side of the planet, and would be not be directly overhead for another 45 minutes of Earth time. The ship’s material transmission unit could not be activated until it was directly overhead. She had planned to store Dominica aboard her ship, while she had sexual intercourse with her boyfriend. She searched through Dominica’s memories, and found something that looked like it would solve her problem.

She went into Dominica’s bedroom, and found the handcuffs, the chain, the pink ball gag and the roll of surgical tape. Moving faster, she went back into the living room, and she soon had Dominica’s nude form cuffed up, the pink ball gag in her mouth with a square of the sticky surgical tape plastered across it. She activated her pod, and switched the control to revive. The tiny Maltepe travestileri needle fired into Dominica’s skin, and in less than a minute, she wavered up to consciousness. Her eyes flew open, her vocal protest went unheard , the ball gag was stuffed between her lips, the sticky grip of the tape plastered firmly across her mouth. Her arms were cuffed up behind her back, and a chain ran around them, and down to her legs which were also cuffed up. She glared around, then remembered the sight of her doppelganger, as it stepped into her line of sight again.

“Hello Dominica. Your boyfriend is coming over, and I’m going to fuck him.”

Dominica was stunned, hearing her voice coming out of the exact duplicate, and the bold declaration had her startled like never before.

“I imagine you must have many questions, let me answer them for you. First, in my natural form, I look nothing like you. I am what you would call a student, my field of study is the human race. My assignment is to entice one of your kind into a sexual intercourse session. On our planet, we have no gender or sexual contact, we are reproduced by cloning. We discovered that it is a simple matter for our race to gently read your minds, store your thoughts into our brains, then we concentrate, and become an exact replica of our subject. Not just on the superficial outward appearance, with your thoughts, we can do everything you would do. Larson will think he is fucking you, and he will have no clue that anything is out of place, because, for all intents and purposes, I am you. I was going to store you aboard my ship, but with Larson arriving early, well, I have to as you say, improvise. I read all about your enjoyment with being cuffed, chained and gagged while Larson has sex with you, so it was an easy matter to find the implements you use in your bedroom.”

Dominica blushed, the idea that an alien creature had read her innermost thoughts, her kinky sexual desires, made her face burn hotly.

The alien had also read another one of her secret desires, to watch Larson engage in sex with another female while she watched. Ah, perfect, she could set that up nicely.

“Dominica, your fantasy of watching your boyfriend fucking another female is about to come true. You can watch him fucking me, the exact copy of you.”

Dominica was hit by a wave of revulsion, the idea of watching her boyfriend sink his hard cock into god knows what alien creature, that sounded beyond nasty. But right behind it, she could feel a tickle of lust teasing at her inner pink seam.

The creature grinned, she could read Dominica’s thoughts easily, and she lifted up the trussed woman as easily as if she were a small child. She carried her into the bedroom, and set her down. The closet had sliding mirrored doors, and the creature stepped into the closet. She searched around inside the small space, that would give Dominica the view of her bed, so she could watch all the fun and games. Ah, this would be perfect, and she carried Dominica into the closet. She sat her up, and the chain that attached her wrists to her ankles was threaded through a pipe that ran the length of the back wall. She made sure that Dominica was secured, then she adjusted the doors. Excellent, now Dominica’s dream of watching her boyfriend engaged with another woman could be played out, right before her eyes.

Dominica, hidden in the shadows at the back of the closet, watched as the creature stripped down. Yes, the creature knew everything, as she watched her perfect Travesti Maltepe duplicate don her “welcoming Larson home” outfit, the flame red demi-cup bra, matching red crotchless silk panties, flame red garter belt and red stockings. Damn, even my favorite outfit for greeting Larson, she knew how hot and bothered it made him, how his cock would harden up like granite. The last time she’d greeted him like that, she teased him until neither of them could stand it a second longer, in the bedroom, he pounced on top of her, and they fucked wildly. They went at it like rutting animals, grunting and growling like sex crazed beasts, until his cock erupted, the feel of his hot creamy load squirting deep inside had made her body light up like a Christmas tree, shrieking in orgasmic pleasure as her spasming pussy milked at the throbbing shaft, demanding every drop of his load. Dominica could feel her juices gush, the remembrance brought back all the lust, and she was heating up quickly.

The creature sensed Dominica’s sexual lust, the need for relief. She smiled, she could do something about that, she reached into the dresser, and grabbed Dominica’s dildo, and she stepped into the closet, and knelt down right in front of her. Dominica was too horny to think about it what the creature looked like in real life, as she felt one of the hands reach down, and cup gently at her swollen, soaking lips. Knowing how much Dominica liked having her tits sucked, she fastened her mouth around one of her stiff nipples, sucking and gently nibbling at it. That sent a rush of lust right into Dominica’s sizzling pussy, as the creature’s fingers started to masturbate her in the exact way that Dominica liked best. Dominica was too overcome with lust to care anymore, she felt the mouth lift away, the cool air gliding over her wet, saliva coated nipple, then the sizzles as she felt the mouth reapplied to her other eager nipple, oh god, it felt perfect. She felt the exact copy of her fingers stroking gently at her wet, shiny, pale pink inner lips, the fingers spreading her lips open, and her 8 inch dildo slid smoothly in, stuffing her churning tunnel. Dominica found out that the creature knew every last one of her favorite masturbatory tricks, as she then felt a long finger tickle at her asshole, then sliding up her back door. The creature used the fingers of her right hand to strum up and down over her stuff, straining clit, her right thumb was keeping the dildo stuffed up Dominica’s fiery tunnel, as the middle finger of her left hand finger fucked the tightness of her ass hole.

Ambidextrous, Dominica thought, and she almost felt like giggling, but then she felt the wave of bliss racing at her, and 10 seconds later Dominica could feel the throbbing, shooting pulses, her screech of pleasure was totally muffled as her pussy wrenched crazily, the clamping of her smooth ass walls around the long finger sliding in and out, her orgasm powering into her, she felt the spasms of pleasure racing up and down the length of her pussy walls, clamping tightly around the dildo, milking at it the way her pussy would milk Larson’s cock.

As the pleasure started to ebb, she felt the dildo sliding out of her, and she opened her eyes to see the creature smiling at her, as it stood up, and stepped out of the closet. The creature put on her sheer red robe, and prepared to greet Larson.

Dominica realized that there was nothing she could do to prevent it, she was going to see Larson fuck another woman… or creature. She was confused, it was not human, but with it looking exactly like her, and knowing everything she knew, including her favorite way to get herself off, there was no way to know it was not even human. Larson was going to be fucking another woman/creature, and he wouldn’t even be able to enjoy the knowledge…or be repelled by it.

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Discipline Ch. 02

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I woke up with a crushing weight on my chest. I tried to lift it, but it was too heavy. Where was I? Why did my throat hurt so bad?

I finally opened my eyes, and glanced at my chest. Oh, right. Jen.

She liked to call herself my babysitter, but by now, the title was just a formality. My parents had hired her when we were younger, but now that I was 18 and she was 20, she really just occasionally popped in to make sure I wasn’t doing anything stupid. Unfortunately, it appeared our relationship was evolving.

She was watching me, having felt me squirming underneath her.

“Oh good, looks like you’re awake. We can get started.”

She stood up, finally giving me a chance to catch my breath.

Jen didn’t leave me to myself for long, though. After standing and thinking for a few seconds, she grabbed me around the waist and flipped me over onto my stomach. At this point, I was still too dazed to offer any meaningful resistance.

Jen grabbed both of my arms, and sat down between my shoulderblades, this time facing towards my feet. I started gasping for air again, squirming. She grabbed a fistfull of my hair, gripping it at the roots. My eyes squeezed shut from the pain. I felt her weight lift off me, and she began shuffling backwards.

When I opened my eyes, I realized too late what she was planning. I was staring at the bottom of Jen’s feet, cupped beneath my face. She sat on the back of my head, forcing me downward towards her waiting feet. I noticed for the first time her toenails were painted a bright, cheery red. I fought to keep my head away, but it was no use. She was too heavy.

My nose got crushed into the sole of her right foot, slowly getting compressed as Jen leaned farther and farther back, settling onto the back of my head with more weight.

I was eventually forced to inhale, getting a nose full of Jen’s foot funk. They weren’t particularly dirty, but this position would be unpleasant no matter who was subjecting me to it. I could barely breathe at all, my nose crushed into Jen’s feet by all of her weight.

As my nose was squashed into my babysitter’s foot, she unbuckled her belt from her jeans, and started to remove it. I kicked half heartedly, but my heart wasn’t in it anymore. She’d clearly won.

Jen forced my hands together behind my back, wrapped the belt around my forearms, pulled it tight, and clinched it shut. I started losing circulation, and groaned.

Then, to my surprise, she lifted up.

“Kiss my feet.” She said, voice harsh.

“Make me.” I regretted the words as soon as they crossed my lips, but there was no going back now.

Jen gave me a death glare over her shoulder, holding my eyes for a few long seconds.

Uh oh. That probably wasn’t good.

“Okay then, have it your way.”

She stood back up, and flipped me over onto my back. I had to awkwardly lay on top of my bound hands. She climbed back on top of me, and once again grabbed my hair.

Sitting on my collarbone, she slid her feet around my head, locking it in place. Her heels were on either side of my head, and I could feel her bare toes curling into the hair on the back of my head. And with that, Jen got to her knees, leaned back, and plopped her butt down straight on my face unceremoniously.

I immediately started struggling. Jen was pretty thin, and only 5’4, but it doesn’t take a whole lot of weight to make denim crushing your nose painful.

After a few seconds of squirming, Jen glanced back over her shoulder at me. Seeing that she’d landed on top of my nose, she shuffled forward a bit. My nose was finally exposed to the air, and I gratefully took a deep breath. I caught a whiff of Jen’s butt, but her jeans shielded me from the worst of it. My mouth had ended up buried somewhere under her taint, sealed shut. I could feel a seam in Jen’s pants pressing into it uncomfortably.

It wasn’t comfortable, but I felt I could live with it. I just laid still, staring up at her blonde hair, still wrapped in a neat bun. Then, suddenly, I heard a rumble above me.

“Sounds like something isn’t sitting quite right. I guess you’ll find out, hmm?”

My eyes widened. Jen kept up a clean presentation, and I don’t think I’d ever heard her fart before. I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

Her stomach groaned again, at a lighter note “That doesn’t sound good. You’d better hope they don’t smell as bad as usual.”

After a few more minutes of crushing my face, it started. While I was mid-inhale, Jen ripped a fart. The air around her butt got even less pleasant, but I think most of the smell got trapped in the jeans. It could’ve been a lot worse.

Jen glanced over her shoulder, apparently expecting me to struggle more. She made eye contact, then glanced at her butt. I saw understanding flash in her eyes.

She turned back around, and fiddled around with her crotch. I heard the distinct sound of a zipper. Aw, hell.

Sure enough, Jen started pulling her jeans down around her ankles, kicking them off of her feet. Shockingly, almost maltepe escort all of the skin on her butt was in plain view. Jen was wearing nothing but a black thong. I couldn’t even see the fabric as it disappeared into her buttcrack. Who the hell wears a thong to a babysitting gig?

“I want you to get the full experience, no filter.”

Jen sat back down, feet curling around my head once more. Not long after, I could tell another fart was coming. I tried to brace myself, but nothing could’ve prepared me for what clawed its way out of her.

A several second long fart burst onto my trapped face, reeking like the inside of a porta potty on a 90 degree day. I found out what the inside of my babysitter’s intestines smelled like: hell.

I started kicking desperately, trying to wrench myself free of her. My head didn’t budge an inch, but my whole body was bucking from the shoulder down.

“Stop struggling so much, you’re only gonna make things worse for yourself.”

Fuck that, no way I was smelling this willingly. I continued as if she hadn’t spoken.

“Okay then, we’ll do this the hard way.”

Jen leaned forward, and reached to restrain my legs. Unfortunately for her, one of my knees kicked upward and caught her in the mouth. She recoiled backwards, and after a few seconds of shocked silence, seemed to get even angrier.

“Oh, you’re gonna get it now, you little shit.”

To my horror, she picked the strap of her thong out of her buttcrack, pulled it to the side, and left it on her right buttcheek.

I was left staring at her small, round, perfectly white ass. Jen reached back, and grabbed a cheek with each hand. She spread them apart as she lowered herself, giving me a full display. I watched her asshole pucker as she lowered it towards my face, moved by raw fury and indignation.

I opened my mouth to give one last plea for mercy, but Jen just dropped the rest of the way without warning. Her full weight forced my mouth open the rest of the way, and I could see her butthole land on it dead center. My jaw was stretched out uncomfortably, propped open by her weight. I now had a loaded weapon, cocked and pointed straight down my throat.

She glanced over her shoulder to admire her handiwork, smiling sweetly despite the rage in her eyes. She’d waited for me to open my mouth on purpose.

“Now, where was I?”

Jen leaned forward again, and grabbed my legs. One after the other, she tucked the back of my knees under each armpit, forcing me to bend my back awkwardly.

She leaned back, her full weight making sure my mouth was wide open. My babysitter was now sitting with her bare asshole hanging above my gaping mouth. My arms were tied behind my back, and my legs were immobilized. It didn’t look good.

Her stomach gurgled again, this time much more loudly.

“Fuck, there’s a storm brewing in there. I think this may start to get wet. Good thing you volunteered to be my toilet for the night.”

Unfortunately, she proved to be a better prophet than a babysitter. A few seconds later, I could feel her slightly tense. A horrendous fart came out of her, puffing out my cheeks with air. It was disgusting, but it wasn’t over yet. As the fart continued, it culminated in a wet splatter, spraying the inside of my mouth with a heinous sludge. The whole thing had a sickening muffled sound due to the tight seal between my lips and Jen’s sphincter. I started gagging immediately, closing my eyes.

Jen reached around and plugged my nose. I struggled for all I was worth, desperately trying to get out from under her. Unfortunately, Jen had me pinned down perfectly. I could barely squirm, let alone escape.

“Swallow it.”

I shook my head, my eyes starting to tear up. I couldn’t believe how fast things had gone downhill.

Jen didn’t respond, just continued to sit with my nose plugged. She knew my need for air would force my hand eventually. Finally, my lungs seizing, I was forced to swallow. I barely got it down, and my stomach began to churn rebelliously. I resolved to keep a tight grip on my stomach, fearful of what would happen if I vomited on Jen.

“Honestly, you should be thanking me. I’m giving you a much-needed authority figure in your life. You just needed a little bit of discipline to set you straight.”

Her last sentence was punctuated by another wet fart. This one was even worse, a disturbing wet splat from start to end. I could feel flecks of moisture flying out of Jen’s anus, landing all over the inside of my mouth. This time, I swallowed without being told. She patted my head.

“Good boy.”

Another wet fart. What did Jen eat today?

“See? You’re getting better already, learning to accept authority. I’m going to nurture you, get you ready for the real world. You just needed someone to be a little harsh, put you in your place.”

Another fart rocketed out of Jen. This one was dry and airy, the spicy aftertaste making my mouth feel like a desert.

“You know, spicy food always does wreak havoc on my manavgat escort gut. Luckily, that’s not my problem anymore, is it?”

I was forced to nod, choking down the scorching hot gas and trying not to think of where it came from. The situation just kept deteriorating. Jen, meanwhile, seemed to be getting more and more enthusiastic by the second.

“Our relationship is gonna change from now on, you know. It was about time someone came around and gave you a proper punishment. Lord knows your parents weren’t.”

Another wet fart, this one quiet, but continuing to dump more and more residue into my mouth for 10 seconds straight.

“I expect you to thank me once I’m done feeding you, by the way. I’m finally providing some of the guidance you desperately needed.”

Another shart. This one came out as one giant, echoing splatter inside my mouth.

“You’re really lucky you have me here to provide you with a healthy authority figure. We might just have to make this a regular thing. We can call them counseling sessions…”

She tensed up again, and I could tell a big one was coming. Sure enough, a several second long fart gurgled its way into my mouth. This one was more liquid than air, a wet, hot monster that burned all the way down my throat. My stomach heaved, but I kept from vomiting through sheer force of will. I let out a muffled scream, hoping for any sign of mercy, but Jen just kept talking like nothing had happened.

“I’m doing this for your own good, you know.”

Another fart, once again spraying small flecks of liquid on my tongue.

“You needed someone like me in your life, to give you a wake up call. I’ll keep on giving them, too, until I think you’re ready to be a functional member of society.”

Another few seconds, and I felt more than heard an SBD force itself into my mouth. It was hot, damp, and tasted like the inside of her hellish intestines.

By now, I could barely tell the end of one fart from the start of another. Jen was releasing a torrent of gas down my throat, forcing me to take everything that came out of her.

The farts just kept coming, repeatedly coating my mouth in toxic waste as they kept getting wetter and wetter.

My mind felt disconnected from my body, as if tonight’s horrible events were happening to someone else. By now I’d mostly stopped struggling, my limbs occasionally twitching as Jen force fed me more and more of her heinous liquid farts.

Jen outwardly preached discipline, but inside, she felt a twisted pleasure. She was delighted to discover this new side of herself, revelling in every struggle, every scream, every gag. She was taking out over a decade of built-up resentment on the brat trapped beneath her.

She felt another burst of residue coat the inside of her ward’s mouth as she sharted again. She knew from experience she could go for hours at this rate. She kind of had to pee, though, so she may have to cut it off early. They’d see. There’d be plenty of time to think it through.

Another sickeningly wet fart sprayed the inside of my mouth, making a horrible splattering echo. I wasn’t able to reconcile the two images of Jen in my head. One clean, well put together, always smelling of flowers and smiling brightly. The other sweating, grunting, hunched over my wide open mouth and forcing shart after shart straight down my throat.

I just drifted for what felt like hours, barely noticing as Jen grunted and poured more liquid down my throat. My limbs twitched and I kept screaming as she kept force feeding me everything she had to offer, traumatized.

I didn’t even notice her starting to slow down until I swallowed one last fart, and was surprised there wasn’t any new gas to replace it.

Snapping back to reality, I felt Jen shift above me.

“Well, I’m glad that’s finally over. The image of you drowning in it was nice, but I’d rather not experience it again.”

I shuddered, imagining the scenario.

“Ugh, I feel so dirty. My buttcrack is coated with the stuff.”

I knew how she felt. My mouth and throat still tasted of her horrendous residue.

After a slight pause, she resumed. “Tell you what. You’re going to lick it clean for me. I want my crack to be spotless. Stick your tongue up my butt, too. I could use a deep cleaning.”

After the deluge I’d just endured, I wasn’t sure if I could force myself to willingly stick my tongue straight back into the hellhole it had come from.

As it became clear I was going to do no such thing, Jen looked back over her shoulder at me, making eye contact.

“If you don’t do it, I’m gonna make you wish you were never born.”

Frankly, I believed her.

Reluctantly, I began to stick my tongue closer and closer to my babysitter’s ass.

My tongue made contact with Jen’s buttcheek, and I immediately retched. Having it dumped into me by force was one thing, but willingly licking it up was another.

“Remember what I said about making you wish you were never born?”

Nodding, I swallowed the manisa escort lump in my throat, and got to work.

I systematically worked my way inward, licking in a ring on the outer edges of Jen’s buttcrack. She just sat contentedly, still restraining my legs, enjoying her ward’s tongue bath.

To be honest, it was probably a good thing she was holding on so tight, or I probably would have kneed her again at some point tonight. I shuddered, imagining how she would respond.

I slowly worked my way inwards, towards Jen’s puckered butthole. Finally, it was time. Closing my eyes, I forced myself to lick my babysitter’s chocolate starfish. Jen responded immediately, shivering slightly. I could feel every slight movement as I licked up and down, left and right, over and over. When the taste of dried shit was finally gone, I braced myself for the worst part.

I stuck my tongue up Jen’s butt, and immediately gagged again. I forced myself not to remove my tongue, and began sticking it deeper and pulling it out part way, cleaning the inside of Jen’s rectum like a pipe. Finally, after several minutes of this, Jen seemed satisfied. She finally lifted her butt off of my mouth, and put the thong strap back in its place with a snap. Her butt was probably cleaner now than before the punishment.

“Who needs toilet paper when I have a bright young boy like you in my care?”

Jen turned around and sat back on my chest. Apparently the panties weren’t nearly as skimpy in the front, at least having enough material to cover the important bits.

“See, I told you a little bit of discipline would do you some good. Look how respectful you are now! Giving your babysitter a nice, thorough licking when she asks nicely. So sweet of you.”

She ruffled my hair, and continued.

“Okay now open up again, we’re not finished.”

Considering what happened last time, there was no way I was opening my mouth again. She’d have to force me.

Jen just looked at me for a few seconds, shrugged, and promptly punched me in the balls.

My mouth flopped open in shock and pain, and Jen grabbed a fistful of my hair and sat right back down over my mouth, this time wedging it open with her crotch. She leaned back and grabbed my legs again, once again securely pinning me down.

Jen dug the fingers of both hands into my hair all the way to the root, holding my head securely in place. Every time my legs tried to jerk forward in her arms, I pulled my own hair. She began to wiggle her hips, and her crotch shifted above, a different section of panties now above my open mouth.

“This is gonna be a little uncomfortable for both of us, but I expect you to be a good boy and take it, alright?”

What?

To my utter disbelief, Jen’s panties began to get soaked through with warm liquid. A steady stream began to drop into my mouth through the fabric, tasting bitter, salty, and disgusting.

Jen threw her head back in relief, and I could see tension in her shoulders visibly melting as she white-knuckled my hair

“Fuck, do you have any idea how hard it is to hold it in with borderline diarrhea? My teeth have been floating for the last hour.”

She’d taken the toilet idea more seriously than I thought. Screaming, I desperately tried to pry myself from her clutches. Between the way she tied my hands, pinned my legs, and had a vise grip on my hair, Jen was able to ride out the struggling easily, her body barely even moving.

I was forced to swallow some of the warm liquid, lest it block me from breathing through my nose. As my mouth slowly began to fill, her urine made a sound disturbingly similar to that of a toilet being used.

I was forced to inhale through my nose as Jen kept going, refilling my mouth over and over as I swallowed, struggling not to vomit it straight back up.

Vrrrrrrrrr. Vrrrrrrrr. Vrrrrrrrr.

Jen’s phone started to vibrate from inside of her purse. Keeping one hand clawed into my scalp, Jen reached into her purse and answered.

“Hey, Mrs. J. How’s the vacation going so far?”

My struggling picked up even more. She was talking to my mother while using my mouth as her personal toilet?!

“Oh yeah, we’re doing great. Dinner went well, I’m feeding him dessert right now.

A few second pause.

“Yeah, he can’t get enough of it. It’s a special recipe I whipped up just for him.”

My struggling continued, but unfortunately, Jen still had a good grip.

I swallowed a mouth full of pee, and tried to scream. If I could get my mother’s attention, this whole thing could end right now. Before I could get enough air in my lungs for a scream, my mouth was filled right back up. I could do nothing but whimper in frustration. My salvation was literally inches away, but the same torture I was trying to escape prevented me from attaining it. Jen kept right on talking as if nothing was happening, ignoring me as I thrashed impotently, swallowing mouthfuls of her piss while she talked casually with my mom.

“All week? Yeah, I can do that.”

Another pause, the only sound in the room Jen’s urine slowly refilling my unwilling mouth.

“Okay, bye Mrs. J. I’ll tell him you said ‘hi’.”

The stream continued as Jen hung up, rolled her shoulders, and looked back down at me. How could so much fit in such a small woman?

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CFNM Sojourn Ch. 02

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At the end of my first experience with CFNM and Linda, I was looking forward to further naked exposures and masturbation with Linda watching. However, progress was slowed from circumstances. First, Linda finished her secretarial course and got a fantastic job. This made it impossible to repeat these “showings” during the week. Unfortunately, I was not alone at home over the weekend, even though I had decided to attend college locally. I needed to work a year, to accumulate some funds to tide me through my first year at college. Linda and I saw each other at least weekly during this time. We used the coffee shop since it was convenient to both our places of work. It became clear very quickly that long chats weren’t enough. One lunch Linda said she wanted some special creamer for her coffee. I was told to go to the restroom and jerk-off in my hand.

“Don’t clean up. Just pull up your pants and bring me the cum,” she said. It was incredibly embarrassing to walk to the restroom with a boner pushing its way up. But I got there and stroked about 3 times before I gushed into my hand. A bit spilled on my pants and the floor, but I didn’t tidy up. I got my pants back up and rushed back to the table. “Put half in mine and half in yours and don’t spill any,” she laughingly commanded. Naturally, I complied, and we sipped our coffee silently. I was still hard and so embarrassed, I felt like I had a fever. I politely asked if I could clean the cum off my pants. “Let it dry. Then the rest of the day you will be reminded of what you did,” she teased. It was really unlikely I would need a dry reminder, since my hard cock was still leaking pre-cum. We both wanted more. Linda decided we would plan an activity for lunch a couple of times a month.

The following week we went on our first real date. We planned to have dinner at an Italian restaurant and then go to a movie. After we were seated at our table, we ordered some pizza. Linda was unusually quiet and looked like she was thinking about something. I felt like a puppy because I was happy to just be sitting there with her. Finally, she told me her parents had moved away and she was staying with a friend temporarily. She also said she had gotten a surprise promotion at work and was considering getting her own apartment. I was happy for her. She had wanted to move out from her parents and be an “adult” and now she had the chance. “Now we will have a place to play,” she smiled. I felt her foot against my cock, which immediately became hard. “Open your pants and pull out your boner,” she demanded. I looked around with fear in my eyes. “There’s a tablecloth Lee, you big dummy. Nobody will see.” I loosened my belt and unzipped. It was a struggle, but I finally got my erection out of the pee slot in my underwear. Linda was rubbing my cock with her bare feet and I was almost immediately wet. The freak-out factor was down a couple of notches when the server appeared with our pizza. Linda started chatting with her, while her foot slid up and down my manhood. She continued to delay the server, while I tried to eat some pizza, but her foot never stopped. After what seemed like two hours the server moved away. Linda turned to me and with an evil smile said, silifke escort “Now this time don’t cum until I tell you to.”

I thought about having cummed that time in my living room with her, but without her permission. “I’ll try,” I gulped. Linda talked about how much she enjoyed seeing me naked and she wanted to see “more” of me. I kept eating pizza. She kept stroking me with her foot. I managed to keep eating, but I had to keep thinking about mundane things like washing dishes or cutting grass to stave off ejaculation. My mind was elsewhere when I realized she had asked me a question. “I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you,” I responded.

Linda repeated herself, “How much do you like being naked in front of me?” I couldn’t respond right away because I didn’t want to tell her how much it meant to me. She pushed the question by saying, “I love seeing you naked and watching you jack-off. How do you feel?”

Three things happened. I came hard, my eyes got misty, and I replied, “I love you.”

Linda’s face was blank. She could have won a bet at the World Series of Poker with that look. I looked down with fear. Had I blown this relationship out of the water with my confession of love? Would she never speak to me again? It seemed like minutes passed and she said, “Zip up, pay the server, and let’s go.” When we got to her car, she told me, “We’re going over to my friend’s apartment. She’s out for the evening. You drive.” I got behind the wheel and kept my eyes on the road. I thought if I don’t look at her, she won’t tell me goodbye. We got to the apartment in a few minutes. Once inside she told me strip naked and get hard, while she went to the restroom. I striped down and was immediately hard, even though I thought she was going to tell me to get lost.

When she came out of the bathroom, she said, “I’m disappointed you came before I told you to. I’m going to spank you as punishment. Lay across my knee.” I was relieved she hadn’t thrown me out but frightened at the prospect of being spanked. My cock on the other hand was thrilled at the situation. As I laid across her lap, by boner slid up her left thigh. My balls were hanging between her legs. SLAP! Her hand came down on my ass cheeks. SLAP! …again, before I could gasp. She wasn’t playing around. These hits were hard. SLAP! My ass was burning, and my cock was drooling. SLAP! SLAP! … again, and again. I lost count. “Sit still, you big baby!” SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I pushed myself forward. My cock went down under her thigh. As I moved off the right leg my upper body tilted towards the floor. Linda reached between my legs and grabbed my balls, “Oh no you don’t. You’re not getting away.” I pushed off the floor and recentered myself. She maintained the grip on my balls with her right hand and punished my ass with her left. I was rocking back and forth as the abuse continued… and then I came. I’m not sure where it all came from, but it was all over my chest, her left thigh, and the floor. I collapsed where I lay. Linda scooped some cum off the underside of her leg and gently rubbed it on my bottom. “There, there… I knew you loved me. I love being with you and I may love you in the future. But for now, I want silivri escort you to move in with me. Don’t say anything. Just nod your head.” I did.

I told my parents I had found a roommate in an apartment closer to work. They wanted to meet “him,” and I said we would stop by sometime. I packed up my stuff and drove away. Linda had decided that with her promotion and raise she could afford her own place if I made a small contribution from my pay. I was in heaven. I would be living with the woman who was my heart’s desire. And while she didn’t love me fully yet, I hoped she would someday. When I got to the apartment, Linda was there but the place was empty. We sat on the floor waiting for her older brother to bring some furniture and she told me what her expectations were. “I’ve been reading about CFNM.” I nodded my head. I had jerked-off many times looking at CFNM porn. “I want you to be my full-time CFNM man. When you are at home, you will be naked all the time. You will not jerk-off without my permission. Do you have any questions?”

I said, “full-time?”

She responded quickly, “Yes, 24/7 when we are home. I don’t want there to be any legal repercussions with the neighbors, so don’t wander around outside, unless I ask you to. So, the first thing you do when you come in the door is strip naked. The last thing you do before you walk out the door is get dressed. Is that clear enough?”

I wanted to show her that I would do as she asked, so I said, “Should I take off my clothes now?”

“No silly, my brother, Keith, will be here any minute with some furniture. But as soon as he leaves, yes!”

We settled into a routine quickly. There was a small “coat closet” by the front door. That’s where I kept my clothes, making it easier to dress and undress immediately. I slept on the sofa, which was comfortable. At home I walked around with a hard-on a lot, but I got comfortable with it. Linda continued to admire my junk and randomly touch me all over. A couple of times each evening she would sit on the sofa and watch me jerk-off. The Saturday morning after we moved in, she told me to put on shorts and a T-shirt, she specified “no underwear.” We walked hand-in-hand over to a park near the apartment. She had a specific location in mind and led me directly to it. There was a bench just off the walkway in front of a thick wall of azaleas, facing a semi-circle of shrubbery. The inverted, U-shaped bushes created a visual barrier that prevented people coming down the walkway from seeing anyone standing across from the bench, until they were in front of the bench. In the center of this thick hedge was a stone pedestal about three feet across and three feet high. There had been a life-size statue on it at some point. “Go over there and strip everything off. When I motion to you, bring me all your clothes. Then go back and stroke yourself to get hard. Do NOT cum until I tell you to.”

“Yes Ma’am.” After I was naked, I didn’t have to stroke myself… I was immediately hard.

Linda gave me the come here sign and I ran over and handed all my clothing to her. I turned to go back to the safety of the bushes, “Walk!” she said. I slowed down, daring not to simav escort look left or right as I crossed the walkway. Back safe in the inverted U-shaped cover, I turned. She used her fingers to make an up motion, so I climbed up on the pedestal. Then she used her wrist to make a jerking motion and I began slowly stroking myself. Pre-cum came quickly and my hand slid up and down the length of me with ease. We maintained eye contact, while I jerked in front of God, the birds and bees, and anyone who happened to walk in front of the bench. After a half hour or so, she stood and said, “Put your hands on your hips and stay put… DO NOT MOVE.”

I didn’t know what was going on, but I stopped stroking and put a hand on each hip. She spoke to someone off to her right, “Hi, how are you today? I need to let you know; I’m doing some sketching of a nude. Is that a problem?” I panicked and thought about running. Instead, I did what I was told and went rigid. I couldn’t hear the reply, but she held up a sketch pad and pretended to draw. A couple in their 30’s came into view. They stopped and stared at me. My cock dripped some more pre-cum.

“Isn’t it unusual for an artist to render a nude with an erection,” the man asked, frowning.

“Yes,” Beth replied.

The female said, “I like the idea. He’s cute, but he looks scared to death.”

Linda replied, “It’s his first time and I think he’s embarrassed.” Linda continued to make small talk for a minute or so and then the guy wanted to leave. Linda pointed off to the left at something saying “Don’t miss that garden. It’s lovely.”

I heard two voices say, “Thanks” and then it was quiet. I took a breath and looked at Linda. She motioned for me to resume jerking-off. I seized my still drippy dick and began stoking again. Another 15 minutes passed, and she signaled for me to get down and mouthed the words “Hide” I dropped behind the pedestal and sat on a clean, dry towel that had been left there. In a few moments, she said, “Are you enjoying your walk?”

Several children answered in unison, “YES.”

“Good, you should stay on the sidewalk. The grass is very wet over by those bushes.”

An adult voice responded, “Thanks for the warning. Listen to the lady and stay on the sidewalk.”

Children’s voices responded, “Yes Miss Walker.”

In a very short time the children’s voices faded away. Linda said, “Lee, Back to work.” I climbed up and worked on getting hard again. As I watched her watching me, I realized she had carefully planned for every possibility. She put the towel there. She wasn’t being reckless. She knew I could hide but didn’t tell me because she wanted me to be scared, excited, and to feed my exhibitionism. Recognizing I could put all my trust in her almost made me cum on the spot, but I wasn’t going to make that mistake again. We played this game for a couple of hours. People came and went, some stayed and stared at me for a while, others hustled along quickly, she watched, I played with myself. Stroked myself fast and slow and in between. I fondled my balls and she clapped. I slapped by ass and she cheered. But mostly I just stroked slowly and carefully to avoid an early finish. Finally, she threw both hands in to the air and said “Now!” I threw my hands up into the air and shot rope after rope of copious sperm wads without touching my cock again.

When I was dressed again and we were walking home, she said, “You’ve made me a very happy woman.” My heart glowed.

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[Jason:]

It started by accident. Honest.

Close to midnight I was driving home from an out of town trip. I’d had too much coffee on the road and really needed a toilet. At the edge of town I pulled off the highway and into a bar’s parking lot. The place looked rough and badly lit but I didn’t pay much attention. I really needed to piss. I went through the front door and quickly scanned the place, noticing that it was full of men, some seated along the long bar with a mirror behind it, some on the big dance floor, some in darker booths along the far wall. I sort-of registered that there were only men in the bar, but I was mostly relieved to spot the “Restroom” sign in the back and made a beeline for it.

I entered the restroom already unzipping my pants, passing a big black guy leaning against the wall by the sinks for some reason, and went directly to a urinal. I pulled out my penis and began to piss. The relief was so intense it was almost sweet.

As my pressure eased, I noticed strange sounds coming from the stall right beside me–something like liquid slurpings and low groaning, followed by murmurs of encouragement and a long moan.

Was someone having sex in there? Even as the question formed in my mind I knew what I was hearing,

I was almost finished at the urinal, but as I realized what I was hearing the sensation of my bladder easing was replaced by the sensation of my cock swelling.

I paused. I could tuck my penis away, turn to a sink and wash my hands, and leave.

But I felt a reluctance to move and stood there immobile, my head cocked slightly toward the stall beside me, my ears straining for more sounds.

Suddenly the big guy who had been leaning against the wall was at the urinal next to mine. I glanced over as he was taking his own penis out. Some impulse of curiosity took over for a moment, and I quickly looked down at it. Just as quickly I looked away, but not before getting a sense of something substantial there.

The guy leaned toward me, his head and shoulders coming into my space, his voice quiet like we were sharing a secret as he said, “You know what you’re hearing?”

I did, but I shook my head No.

“That’s a guy getting his cock sucked.”

I knew it had to be something like that, but the crudeness of his words made my penis swell a little more. My mind made a connection, as I realized that this seemed to be a men-only bar, which meant that it probably wasn’t a woman doing the sucking.

The black guy eased away from the urinal and walked over to the stall, not bothering to tuck his cock back into his pants.

“Come over here and look.” He pulled open the stall door and looked inside. My curiosity got the better of me. I looked around the edge of stall’s partition to see a well-built man in a tight t-shirt standing there with his jeans around his ankles. Another man in a dress shirt was on his knees before him, his head bobbing up and down on the man’s cock. The sucking man’s wavy brown hair curled and shimmered over the crisp collar of his shirt, but his clean white shirt had acquired a dirty smudge along the back. I wondered what condition his dress pants would be in after kneeling on this not-too-clean bathroom floor.

I’d never seen a man actually getting his cock sucked by another man, though phantom images had occasionally floated through my mind.

The guy getting the blowjob looked up and smiled at me, his eyes filled with pleasure and mine with shock. The man sucking kept up his pace, unaware that we were watching until the guy put his hands on the sides of his head to stop him and said, “Look behind you, cocksucker. We have an audience.” The guy on his knees reluctantly let the hard cock slip away from his mouth, looked over his shoulder to see us watching and gave a moan.

I had the impression of a handsome face with saliva- and precum-smeared lips, before the face was again buried in the standing guy’s groin.

It was shocking and somehow embarrassing to see two men having sex–but I also couldn’t stop looking. Such a private act, I thought, but in this semi-public place.

The black man beside me said, “Which guy do you want to be?”

I didn’t reply, and I felt my face redden and my neck flush.

“Oh come on,” he said. “It turns you on. You can’t stop looking.”

“Yes, I can,” I said. “And I don’t want to be either.”

“Ha,” he laughed, “that’s a big fat lie. I can see the way your pants are tented out.”

I moved a hand over my crotch to hide the evidence.

“Let me guess–I’ll bet you’re a cocksucker too. I saw how you licked your lips just now. A sure sign. You want to be the guy kneeling between those legs.”

My face reddened more, and I closed my mouth, to prevent it from betraying me further.

He looked me up and down. “You’re not from this part of town, not with those clothes. But now that you’re here, you’d go right down on this bathroom floor and let a guy use your mouth, wouldn’t you?”

The thought was shocking to me.

“Do you want help out giving the blowjob? Get your face down in there ünye escort too? A fine pair of cocksuckers you two would make, good-looking guys like you.”

“No,” I said hastily, but I felt like I was radiating heat and my clothes felt too tight for my body.

“Or are you greedy and want that cock just for you? Not that he’d share. He wants all that sperm for himself.”

It was hard to believe the words I was hearing, and even harder to believe how much I liked them. A dark liking. A urinal, a strange man hanging around, a stall with two men having sex, and being told words like cock, suck, and sperm.

“Or maybe you’d rather have a juicy black dick. Like mine.” He squeezed the shaft of his cock, which was hanging impressively outside his pants, watching my face to see my reaction. Again my eyes betrayed me and glanced down at the bulging, purplish-black head, so different from my pinkish-tan one. Even worse, I found myself staring at it, and had to stifle an impulse to lick my lips.

Where the hell were these feelings coming from?

“I thought so,” he chuckled. “A real cocksucker.”

“You’d be surprised,” he continued, placing his hand on my shoulder, “at some of the things that go on here. Most of the action is out there”–he jerked his thumb in the direction of the main bar–“guys meeting and taking each other home.” After a pause. “Or doing stuff out in the parking lot when they can’t wait.”

He looked down again at the guy on his knees. “But sometimes we get a hot one. Some guy who is so turned on and desperate that he needs to do it right here in the restroom.”

He gestured at the handsome man on his knees. “Like this guy. Every month or so he comes here. He likes to suck men off, a different man each time.”

Once a month, I thought, wondering irrationally, Does it coincide with the full moon?

The black man’s hand slipped around to my other shoulder, and he pulled me in closer to his head, again as if to share a secret. “But other guys who end up here in the restroom have different needs. Some like to lick asses. Imagine that. Some want to fuck a man in the ass–or get fucked themselves, up against the stall wall. Maybe that’s what you’d like too.” His face was very close to mine now, and for a moment I felt his cock brush against my pants as he leaned in even closer.

“And let me tell you about this one guy … we don’t see him too often. But, wow, when he’s here it’s a real party. Very nice body, and he likes to get completely naked and invite several guys to–“

That was too much for me, as indefinable feelings rushed through me, and I turned away from him, releasing my shoulder from his hand’s grasp, needing to get out of there. I jerked open the restroom door, and outside it a crowd of men was between me and the exit, but I ignored them and pushed my way though, awkwardly bending at the waist to hide my erection.

A minute later I was out in the parking lot, standing beside my car, key in my hand, trying to calm my breathing. I needed to get away from this place.

A minute later I was still standing there. Instead of getting into the car and driving away, I had half-turned back toward the bar entry and was looking at the light streaming out from around the door frame and listening to the pulse of the pounding music.

This is ridiculous, I told myself. That was just a weird moment in there. Let it go.

I looked around the parking lot, trying to see if anyone was lurking in hidden corners or the black alley between the bar and some sort of out-building with a single dim light illuminating its entry.

Besides, you could get mugged hanging around a place like this after midnight in the dark.

But I still stood there, looking towards the bar, needing to make a decision.

The white dress shirt came out a few minutes later, with his head down and his hand still wiping his mouth. His eyes briefly glanced my way but immediately turned away. Probably didn’t want to be seen coming out of a place like this. He got into a sleek car not far from mine and drove away.

I should do the same, I told myself. What if I’m seen at a place like this? Just get in the car and go.

I opened my car door but something prevented me from getting in. I looked back toward the entry to the bar.

I could go back in and just have a drink. Check it out a little. Places like this really exist. The reality of it was hitting me for the first time. They’re not just semi-mythical places you hear whispered about or make jokes about where the gays and the queers and the faggots hang out. One drink. What could it hurt?

But I knew the answer. Who are you kidding? You’re not thinking about a drink. You’re thinking about what happened in the restroom.

Decision: No. I’m not a … I’m not one of those guys who …

That’s not me, I told myself firmly, and slipped into my car.

The black man’s voice took me by surprise. “So you’re still here,” he said.

It was unnerving how a big man like him could appear close so suddenly. His one hand was on the car door, şanlıurfa escort holding it open, his other hand was resting on the roof.

From my sitting position in the car seat, I could see only his crotch and waist and had to peer up to see his face looking down at me. I swung my feet out of the car to get a better position, but that only brought me closer to his legs with my face at level with his groin.

He gave a little laugh at that, but placed both hands on the top frame of the car, took a half step back and leaned over to talk to me.

“You know what I think?” he said.

I didn’t want to know what he thought, but he continued anyway. “I think you’ve never actually sucked a cock, but now you’re realizing that you really need to.”

I couldn’t say No.

“Yep, now you actually see a guy giving another guy a blowjob, you lay eyes on my big dick, and it’s too much for you–suddenly you know it can’t just be a secret fantasy anymore.”

How did he know what fantasies I’d had?

“And you know what else I think? You probably have a girlfriend, and you really do love her, right?”

I nodded Yes before I could stop myself. He didn’t need to know that.

“Does she know about your secret cocksucker fantasies?” and his eyes looked directly into mine as he asked. “How you want big dicks in your mouth? That you need to be on your knees before a man, while he slides his cock between your lips and over your tongue and into your throat?”

Against my will, my cock was growing hard in my pants again, and again I forced my open mouth to close. Why did those dirty words turn me on so fast?

“Never mind. We’ll talk about your girlfriend another time. Maybe she’s secretly into you being a cocksucker too.”

Another time? There was not going to be another time. This perversity was not really me. My mind rushed oddly ahead to wondering what I’d say when I got home and she asked how my trip went this time.

The man paused for a moment, considering what to say next, the faint moonlight making his dark skin seem to gleam.

“Tell you what,” he said. “I’ll be back here in one week. Next Friday night. Be here at midnight.”

Finally I could force some words out of my mouth: “What make you think I want to come back here again?”

“Of course you do. So we’ll meet in the bar, and you can ask me to let you suck my cock.”

What? But I didn’t actually say that out loud.

“By then I’ll be really full of sperm and need to release. Your mouth and my cock will have a hot date.”

His hand suddenly reached down and cupped my chin and jawline, his thumb moving firmly over my lips. “You have good lips for it. Nice and full. And I recover fast, so probably I’ll use your mouth twice that night.”

I wanted to pull my head back, but in my imagination his thick thumb moving over my lips became his thick black cock moving over my lips, and that image stilled me.

“You can be my cocksucker,” he said soothingly. “Or how do they say it sometimes in this part of the country, in Spanish? Mi chupa pija.”

I knew enough Spanish for that crude phrase to connect.

Finally I pulled away from him, and said “I won’t be here. I’m not going down that road.”

“Ha,” he said. “Tell yourself what you want and go on home and think about it. Talk it over with your girlfriend, if you dare.”

“Just leave her out of this,” I said quickly, “and forget about seeing me here again. That was a weird moment in there. I admit it–something happened to me in there. But I’m not a ….” I couldn’t say the word. “That’s not me, and that’s not what I want to be. I won’t let it happen.”

He just smiled and said, “We both know what happened in there. And I know that right now your cock is hard again. And you’ve been staring at my crotch this whole time.”

Shit.

“I know what you’ll decide.”

I did too. There was no way I’d be coming back.

“See you next Friday, cocksucker,” he said and turned and walked away.

[Darius, voice recorder, Friday the 17th:]

They all show up here eventually. Which is why I love my job. Both of them, actually. Is there anything better than being a bouncer at a gay bar? The things I see. The offers I get. My pick of the guys, and knowing any night I can get off however I want.

Sure, there are differences between the two gay bars. The nice one downtown. And the not-so-nice one here at the edge of town. Different clienteles, mostly. And sometimes I do security at private parties when some rich guy wants to walk on the wild side but needs a guy like me around in case the wildness has to be tamed.

Which I like to do. A guy my size can do pretty much anything he wants, anyway. Plus, I get offers all the time.

After midnight, I typically drift back to the bathroom in the rear of the bar. By then the guys are getting needy. After hours of talking and dancing and checking each other out, things start happening. There’s a bathroom in the front too, but the best action happens in the back. So I wait for something I like to come along, and then ürgüp escort I go for it.

And what do I like? I’ve got my preferences, just like everyone. Maybe some are freakier, not just like everyone’s. Sometimes I wonder about some of the things that turn me on. Not sure what those desires say about me, but I like what I like.

Like that special moment … when a guy’s need becomes overwhelming and it breaks down whatever internal defenses he has. I love that instant. When I see the change in their eyes, or that shift in their shoulders. The moment that they give in to their need. When I know I have them. Makes my dick swell.

Of course, if the guy has a handsome face, that’s a bonus. In that moment I knowing I’ll be seeing my cock slide over a face like that, and that I’ll see him open his mouth wide to take it. Love that. And knowing I’ll spurt onto his chin and over his cheeks and eyes.

Like that guy who was in earlier. New guy. Fucking handsome, almost pretty. Probably gets all the girls. But he has other needs too, and maybe it wasn’t an accident he showed up here. He seemed shocked when he realized what kind of place he was in.

But he liked it right away. That says something. I saw his eyes when he was looking at those guys in the stall. I bet he didn’t even know he licked his lips. Made me want to push him into a stall right then and there.

Maybe I’m compensating for something. I know I’m not handsome. More rugged-looking, they say. Maybe that’s why I like the pretty boys.

Anyway, who gives a shit about the psycho-babble?

I’ve got something they like. No, something they need. They look at me, and something in them says Yes. And I know I can take what I want.

A lot of them have that tension inside: they want to–but they don’t want to too. That’s fun to play with.

They need someone like me who knows what he wants and goes for it. When I want a guy to kneel, I tell him. “Kneel,” I say–just like that. Do I want some part of my body licked? “Lick me here.” Do I want him to strip, right there in the bathroom, so I can check his body out? “Get naked. Now.” Do I want to see him bend over and spread his cheeks? “Show me your ass.”

They always do what I say. Whatever I want. They like the words, and I like saying them. That’s my secret. And I like it best when they’re a little shocked at what they’re hearing. Nobody’s ever direct in life. Especially about their hidden desires. Everybody dances around the subject and hopes somehow their signals will get picked up.

But words have power. So I just say exactly what I want, and they give themselves to me. And I have lots of words. And a big cock to back them up.

So that handsome guy tonight. Couldn’t make up his mind in the parking lot. Fun to tease him. And make him wait a week. He won’t be able to think about anything else until next Friday. Always best to let them dangle a bit. Before they come back. Which they always do. The tension makes them extra needy. And when they’re extra needy … I can really do my thing.

[Jason. Friday, before midnight]

I sat in my car, engine idling a block away from the bar. I could pick out the red neon lights of the bar’s sign. Bar Robb. Funny that last week I hadn’t even noticed the place’s name. Even at this distance I could sense the throbbing beat of music emanating from the place. I had the car’s air-conditioning on but still a line of sweat trickled down my back. Exactly five minutes before midnight.

Two nights after my accidental trip to the bar restroom, I’d broken down and let my imagination take over, jacking off to my memory of what I’d seen there. Just that one time.

I thought that would get it out of my system. Just a one-time strangeness that came upon me and needed to be released. But the thoughts and memories and questions kept coming back. The guy on his knees in the stall. The big black guy with the big …

He’d said I would come back. I almost hated how smug he’d been.

Technically, I hadn’t come back. The bar was still a block away.

Did I really want to do those things? Could I actually suck a …? Did I really need to know what one felt like in my mouth? Or was this just a passing weirdness?

Those questions had tormented me for days. I’d told my girlfriend I had a quick trip out of town. Unusual for a Friday night but sometimes it happened. Said I might be back very late or have to stay overnight. That was a lie. I’d have to face that, but I couldn’t tell her what I was feeling.

How many times this week had I imagined kneeling down and undoing a man’s pants? That man’s pants. Could I really do it? And more … did I actually I want him in my mouth? To make him spurt? Did I want to think of myself as …? To be called that name–or worse?

I don’t actually have to do anything when I go in, I told myself. Correction: If I go in. I could have a snack and a couple of drinks. Soak up the atmosphere. Maybe he wouldn’t be there, and I could just hang out awhile and leave.

* * *

The noise hit me when I pulled open the door, a combination of music and voices in robust competition. I spotted him immediately, at the end of the bar. He was as big as I remembered him, again in a tight black t-shirt and jeans, wearing an earpiece and talking into his device while keeping an eye on the action.

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Caught in Darkness Ch. 05

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Author’s note: This story contains a bit of non-consent sex. Reader discretion is advised.

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“They are creatures of the dark.” She said in a quiet tone. The elf lady sat nestled in his arms staring out into the darkness. Mule sat behind her with his back to the wall staring blankly at the black all around him. She had been describing the creatures that sulked about the room in detail to him – being his eyes for him. For the moment they felt safe here, the denizens of this room were a community of sorts. There was no violence among them, and they left the two well enough alone. Food was brought in through the maid door as vats of gruel. It was a mix of plant and animal leftovers. The food was lacking but it wasn’t horrid. One could say they were well fed by Zecarin standards.

“They are the children of man.” Mule whispered back. His tone hinted at sadness.

“I know of no magic that can change the shape. How can it be you are not a human?” She asked him. “How can they be the children of man?”

“It happened long ago.” Mule said. “I have strayed too far from them to be called human anymore. But to me, it is they who have strayed.” The explanation didn’t satisfy her, but the lady recognized a distraction for what it was.

“Tell me someday?” Was all she asked as she reached up to his cheek and caressed it slightly. “You have not asked my name? Is that not customary to greet among humans?”

“It is safer that I do not know.” Mule replied. “There is power in a name.” the elf lady shrunk away from that. Something in his voice disturbed her and a small fear planted itself in her mind. “Why do you stop yourself, when we are joined? There is nothing to fear. Eltharian and Humans are not compatible…” Mule did not answer her right away. His silence only made the moment more uncomfortable.

“I am not human.” He said at last, and then kissed the tip of her long ear. The reassurance was momentary. The lady kept the rest of her thoughts to herself after that.

“Killer.” Came a voice from the darkness that did not belong to either of them. Its tone was a greeting, and came from a creature with harsh vocal cords. The lady turned her head abruptly, and clenched his arms securely.

“a Langken.” She whispered to him. “a lizard-kin.”

“You are the killer.” The Langken said. “The one whom the guards speak of. The one whom we fear when they take our strong away.” It spoke with an old man’s voice. “You are the killer?”

“I am.” Mule said. “They made us fight.”

“This is known. They make many of us fight.” It approached them slowly. “You are human. You are Eltharian. This is known. Yet unknown to us.” It studied them for a moment before breathing deeply. “Such rare things from the surface do not last long here. This is known. We wish you peace, Killer.” The Langken made a chortling noise, some sort of farewell, as he left them alone.

In the darkness, Mule rested his head against the stone wall. His thoughts drifted away from the here and now to give him peace to think. The lady in his arms had grown silent. She drew herself away from him, hugging her knees to her chest. A seed of doubt about this human had been planted with the Langken’s words. Mule was a killer, one that could sneak into Zecarin territory undetected by their spell-wards and soldiers — the perfect assassin. Too perfect to just be a coincidence, and too dangerous to assume he had honorable intentions with her. If he intended to rescue her, why hadn’t he? What was he waiting for? These questions monopolized her attention while Mule napped behind her.

The door opened. Light entered and showed the denizens of this room in a different way to her. She turned her head and found Mule had woken from his short nap and was watching the Zecarian jailors as they stepped aside and let in the honor guard of The Majestic.

“They’re here for me.” Mule said as he rose to his feet. The soldiers were scanning the crowd when they spied him approaching. The Langken was also standing before them expectantly. Mule looked at the grey-brown walking lizard with a hunched back. Their eyes met face to face. “The Majestic would only send the elite for a Killer.” He told the old reptilian. One of the soldiers turned his spear point towards Mule. It was the slave keeper standing next to him that spoke.

“You, and the pale bitch.” Growled one of the jailors in the common language.

“Do not expect them both back.” The soldier with the spear chuckled to the jailor in Zecarin. “She has an appetite tonight.” Mule forced back his bristled reaction and glanced back to the elf lady. He motioned for her to follow before the soldier was bothered into action. Together they were ushered out into the light of the hallway.

They walked in silence through the halls. Mule studied the layout this time, his eyes were glued to the floor but each time they came to a junction he took note of the path they took. His mind was trying to memorize a map of sorts. When they opened yıldızeli escort the door to their destination, he found it to be same audience chamber he had recently left from. The heat vents made the air arid. The sensation made his wounds itch from the memory. He glanced down to see them well scabbed over. They had spent two days in the holding room at least.

The room was less crowded this time through. The Majestic sat lazily on a cushioned, orange onyx chair, her head propped up in her hand with a mixed look of boredom and anger. She wore a more conservative silver silk dress this time that covered her torso and neck, but left her arms bare. Her legs were wrapped in red leather leggings with glistening orange scales sewn into them. That chain of hers was gone. Across from her stood two Zecarin nobles in rich attire. A lady, younger than The Majestic wore a purple corset lined in gold trim. It met at her neck in a collar, and made a circle opening over her cleavage. Her legs were hidden behind a skirt of stringed black pearls. Her hands were demurely pressed together at her hips, and she gave Mule a suspicious look with pursed lips.

Her companion, a warrior-lord in full black scale, polished to a glossy sheen sneered at the lady elf behind Mule. His head slowly turned from her to Mule and their glances met. This one was a seasoned killer, and he measured Mule’s worth just as Mule was measuring his. It grew to an uncomfortable stare between them before the lordling forced himself to look away. Something snagged in Mule’s mind, he noticed no one was armed — except the soldiers that escorted them in. There was a chance.

“I was expecting someone bigger.” The guest lady said in Zecarin. “Are you sure?”

“This is him.” Her companion assured her, as he approached. The warrior-lord walked around them, sizing them up from top to bottom. “He is a marvelous specimen. One can see how he made it this far into our city. What is his worth?” The Majestic drummed her fingers impatiently on the arm of her onyx chair

“Much.” The Majestic replied. “For he has already cost me much.”

“You should be more careful with your things then. And this one?” He turned his eyes to the lady and she immediately shriveled away from him. “The body looks well, but the mind has seen some wear. Is she trained?”

“Neither is.” The Majestic let her annoyance show in her voice.

“I speak the language of humans.” The lord said in a hard accent. “I am The Unkillable.” He walked in front of Mule and presented himself. The human’s gaze immediately dropped to the floor. He kept his eyes there even as the Zecarin began to pull off his polished scale tunic. “You keep it so hot in hear. My skin must breath. His armor fell to the ground bit by bit until he stood bare-chested in his undergarments. “Look at me, and read the truth on my body.”

Mule glanced up, and briefly scanned over the hard toned muscles of this warrior’s thighs, arms, and torso. But they ignored his build when they saw his scars. He studied each one that littered his body. This was not some pampered lordling that stood before him, but a monster of war. Healed over holes, long dark gashes, and mottled skin that had seen the flame too closely. There were scars that told of wounds that no one could have survived on their own – a faint smile in the skin of his neck, a dent in his sternum. Everywhere but his face bore the marks of his life’s work. His head had been shaved, and he wore a mustache of red fur on dark grey skin.

“Yes, this one has seen war.” The Unkillable hissed in elation. “He will make a fine gladiator.”

“He is not for sale.” The Majestic yawned. “But you may play with his pet if you like. She likes that.”

“Faugh! I will not soil myself with the pale worms.” The Unkillable sneered and whirled suddenly on elf, striking her across the cheek with the back of his hand. The blow sent her to the ground, where she stayed motionless. Her eyes stared out blankly, awake but unresponsive — it was how she dealt with their punishment. The warlord gathered up his armor. “You always make this chamber so hot.” He sighed in fake distress as he paraded his muscled body before his companion. But his distraction fell on blind eyes, as the two women hadn’t let their gazes move from the other. “I will enjoy the hospitality of your pool garden. Seek me out there.” His footsteps thumped loudly on the stone floor with the pace of a soldiers march.

There is power in a name. Boils words echoed in his mind as he watched The Unkillable leave. His stomach knotted with the feeling of uncertainty — the only one that could possibly stand in his way just walked from this room half naked. To have a name like Unkillable is to be able to defend its truth.

“I am sorry, but these exotic pets of yours do not appeal to my appetites.” The lady in the pearl dress said to The Majestic. “The debt is not yet repaid, sister. I will visit again, and I hope you have something yozgat escort more worthy then.” She turned to leave, and the tightly braided ponytail of black hair swung behind her like a heavy rope. The elite guards that had brought Mule in now escorted her out. Mule realized this and turned to look at The Majestic. She in turn was already staring directly at him. It was a long, dreadful silence before she finally spoke.

“Here I sit unarmed.” She said in Zecarin. Her demeanor was much more subdued than her usually perverted bloodlust. “Yet I send my guards away. Why? Is it because I do not fear you?”

“It is because I should fear those two, more. You do this for our protection.” Mule quickly finished for her. His choice of words, and quick response showed he had mastered the Zecarin mannerisms of speaking to nobility. The Majestic lifted her head slightly and let a soft smile curve her lips. She stepped down from her chair and walked slowly towards him with her hands across her chest defensively. Her calm attitude was uncharacteristic. There was a complexity to the interactions of Zecarin nobles that Mule was just now beginning to understand. They wore many faces, and many masks. At least the women did; that warlord wore no other face but his own, and the scars that made Mule nervous.

“Humans are creatures of legend here.” She spoke softly to their air. “Few are those that have seen one. Fewer are those that know what they can do… or cannot do.” She let the comment hang in the air before continuing. “We all know what the pale ones are capable of.” She said with distaste as she glanced at the Eltharian lady. “They only inspire fear in their own homes. Here, alone, enslaved, they are pitiful.” With the toe of her red leather boot she rolled the lady onto her back.

“What am I to do with you?” She pressed her toe to the lady’s cheek and rolled her head to the side. Mule knew she was not talking about the elf.

“I claimed a service. I will serve.” Mule stated flatly. He couldn’t help but look at the back of The Majestic’s neck. One quick grab, and this devil women would be dead without a sound. He could take his charge and run, he knew the way out. But something inside him said simply – ‘wait’.

“Yes. You will.” The Majestic again let the comment hang in the air. “It would serve you well, to maintain the mystery of humans, and reveal nothing.” She never looked at him as she turned to leave. “Outside this door, my servant will take you to your new apartments. She will see to it you are cleaned and clothed appropriately.” Mule helped the elf to her feet and helped her follow the Mistress.

“It would also serve you well to rid yourself of the one person in this city that knows what a human is truly capable of.” A cold chill immediately ran down the elf lady’s spine as The Majestic spelled out Mule’s weakness in their little game.

But when she looked up at him, he wouldn’t meet her gaze.

* * * * *

Mule looked at the tub in question. The water steamed up in the already warm air, dictating that the temperature would be too high for his liking. The mistress had commanded that he be bathed and cleaned so he would be tolerable to the nobility. But the attendant had taken some liberal assumptions about how to do that. Mule glanced over his shoulder at the serving girl. She was Zecarin, but disfigured, like Boil. The left side of her head and shoulder was completely scarred, probably from a fire. She grew her hair long to cover that side of her face and always kept her gaze downward. Even now as she scrubbed mules back with a porous stone she was watching his heels. Mule had been lathered by her ministrations in a oily-soapy residue. It smelled musky, and made his skin slick. The dried blood, sweat, dirt, and other grime of the last few weeks were being scrubbed off along with a layer of skin. It left finished areas freshly pink and tender. Behind them, the Eltharian lady watched in quiet study.

The three of them were the only ones in this bathing room. The stone tiled floors were rough, absorbing the moisture from the feet that tread across them. Whereas the tub itself was recessed into the floor and made of scintillating colored glass that reflected and refracted the light from a source underneath it. The tub glowed, casting its array of colors onto the walls and ceilings, yet leaving most of the rest of the room dim. This chamber was meant for royalty, and the serving girl was part of it. This was not something Mule would likely see again, but in it was a lesson to be learned. His Mistress was teaching him things without saying the words herself. It was Boil who first gave him that lesson – “Listen to what is not said, more than what is said.”

This bath house was luxurious. The Unkillable mentioned he was headed to the pool gardens when he left the audience chamber. If a male like him, a warrior, also indulged himself like this, then he was a soldier that had earned it. Zecarin’s yüreğir escort earned everything through conquest – status, desires, wealth. The Unkillable was dangerous. That was what his Mistress was trying to show him — through a measure of what the male Zecarin earned for himself.

A cascade of cold water shattered his train of thought as it poured over him washing away the oily soap. He jerked involuntarily and clenched his fists tight as well as his teeth. Wet, brown curls dripped into his eyes and he shook his head violently to send water droplets out away from his face. The attendant placed her hands on his back and ran her fingertips down his flexing muscles in a soothing fashion. Her arms wrapped around him as she pulled herself against his back. Her warm bare skin pressed up against his chilled nerves.

It did the trick of instantly soothing him back into a relaxed state. The contrast of cold and warmth was another one of her skilled ministrations for relaxation. His head lifted back reflexively and nestled against the top of her head as his neck sought out more of her to warm him. It was an instant later he remembered who he was and where he was that he sat up straight again and pulled away from her.

Mule looked down to his arms, and the raw tender skin was showing the veins in his arms clearly. The constricting cold had jarred his circulation into pumping faster, and the clenching of his muscles caused the veins to distort grotesquely above his skin. He looked down his bare body and was amazed that the effect was not limited to his arms.

The attendant crossed his field of view and brought his thoughts back to the now. She took his hands and led him slowly into the steaming tub. Her naked form started to disappear below the low lying fog. In that moment Mule noticed how beautiful she looked, her hair perfectly masked her deformity so long as she kept her gaze down. And as she led him into the water, there was a certain allure to her that he struggled to fight back. It wasn’t until he was waste deep in the bath that he realized the water wasn’t as scalding as he anticipated. It was in fact very preferable and relaxing. The floor under the water stepped off sharply about a foot making a ledge or seat.

The attendant placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down onto it, submerging the rest of his torso up to his armpits. Slowly she circled around him and positioned herself to sit behind him with her legs under her. Each instruction she had given him had been with her hands, she never said a word to him, her hands did that for her. So he stared out at the water as he had done and waited. Her hands touched his neck and started to rub the tension and pain away. Her hands spoke to him “Surrender To Me.”

Her arms made no splash in the water as they worked nor did she make any sound other than the light breathing of her slender form. The room was silent. The light was pleasingly low yet enough to navigate around. The temperature was constantly warm. The smells were subtly musky from the soap and lightly herbal from incense burners in the corners. This had all been planned out to an art form – this was a room for seduction.

The thought had no sooner occurred to him than a soft wet sensation stole his mind back to the bath. The attendant’s lips were on his neck kissing softly up the curve of the muscle and tendon towards the ear. It was a sensation that sent all kinds of nerve impulses throughout his body. Part of him had already been seduced by her attention and begged for more, and yet the other wanted to push her way. His muscles tensed drastically. The attendant sensed his discomfort and backed away, her fingers replaced her lips and started to rub and kneed those tensing muscles back into submission.

Mule turned his head slightly and glanced back to the corner of the room where his companion sat watching them. Her face was stoic, and unemotional, and she watched them both as instructed. This was a lesson for her as well as for Mule. Since he had claimed her, The Majestic had commanded that she attend to him in their fashion, so that Mule would learn their ways and live as one of them. She was to attend to him, as the scarred Zecarin now did, and this was her first lesson.

The attendant’s lips found the back of Mule’s neck again, this time he didn’t resist. Her hands roamed over his shoulders and down his arms, rubbing and kneading with a surprising firmness that overwhelmed his senses and he found himself taking deep sharp breaths in elation. Her thumbs pressed into the large muscles between his shoulder blades that ran down his spine and worked away the knots. She put her weight into it as she rose forward onto her knees and used her body’s entire motion to work out the tension in Mule. The effect was immediate. His shoulder’s slumped forward and he let a soft moan escape his lips. The lower her hands went the farther forward he leaned to accommodate her. When they reached his waistline she slid forward and pressed forward against his back. Her small breasts were firm enough to illicit an immediate response from Mule as he sat back up, but only to pressing against her. Her strong fingertips found their away around him to his manhood, and took him in her grasp.

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A Slave’s Punishment Continues

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Kajira was a bosomy slave that belonged to the head of Genetic Solutions. She, and it were top drawer, controlled by the government under the wing of the country’s experimental breeding program. The cunt, tall, willowy and disobedient had been brought in for punishment. She was lashed, now, to the table in the pump room for any experimental projects the boys in the back room cared to launch. Today, though, was Friday, and nobody wanted to start anything too complicated. So they decided to use old-fashioned methods: They would screw her to death.

It was hour two of her re-training now. Max was finished with her, and returned grinning. “Now that’s the way I like to kick off the day, fellas. I tell you that broad in there has firecrackers in her snatch….You’re next, Milty. You lucky bastard.”

Milton was gabbing with the other guys, the usual grumble about wives, raises and the cost of living. He unwound himself from his normal slouch, and stood up. “Duty calls, huh?”

The ugliest ball player in any league anywhere, Martin Long had been a star pitcher for the hottest team in the east until injuries side-lined him. No sweat, he was fucking tired of baseball anyway, so he went to work for his brother,Conrad , a big shot CEO in the ‘sex business’. What the hell, Connie would find him something easy to do. Conny was a fucking billionaire. What did money mean to him?”

Max just grinned and pushed the big ball player toward the door. “Go see for yourself, kid. This is Uncle Conrad’s private stock.”

“Well, what the hell? I haven’t got anything better to do this morning,” Milty grumbled. (Once banking seven mill a year, Milty was conscious of the value of his time.)

Meanwhile, Kajira, slave in training was breathlessly waiting, little heart beating in expectation: long of leg, round of edible tush, and ripe as a tomato on the bafra escort window sill. Pumped up as she was with optimal hormones, she was always horny. In the few minutes since Max had left,she had grown lonely . She couldn’t wait for the door to open so she could see what manner of punishment was coming in to screw the loneliness out of her. She killed time by checking the spark in her cunt. You know, that hot spot in the back of a woman’s pussy that makes her eyes light up? It was working good, and she pulled her fingers out and licked them clean.

When Milty turned the knob and pushed the door open, Kajira was withdrawing two fingers from her mouth. She was still spread wide, knees locked in a spreader bar, ankles tied to stirrups. Her swollen tits were heaving in anticipation. She smelled like mimosa. Milty looked stunned.

“Oh, my god…” Kajira thought . This guy was seven feet tall, skinny as a rail, and ugly as sin.

For his part, all the kid saw was a broad on the table with her legs spread, and for the first time this morning, he was perking up. Her big blue eyes turned to him, and widened when he unzipped his pants and released his major league prick. More like a pole for vaulting than anything human, it sprang out of his pants happy as a pooch thrown a rare steak. The big rod smelled the pussy in the room, and turned toward it like a sunflower in Auntie Mae’s garden. “Ain’t much on foreplay, sweetheart. Never saw much use in it. So we’ll get right to it, OK?” he chuckled. “What a question! Doesn’t look like you have much choice, pussy pants.”

So with some of the awkward athletic grace, he’d shown on the mound he stepped up to the plate, lowering the slab a little so he could swing his leg over it and point that monster at her throbbing little pussy. “Hang on, Baby. Daddy’s gonna hit a home run now.” bağcılar escort When he had sunk it into her about half way, he paused to check the _expression on her face. It was the fourth of July in Manhattan there, so he plunged it into her up to the hilt.

Kajira squealed, and gripped him tightly, “OOOOh, ouch, OH, that hurts!” — but it didn’t look like that to Milty. It looked like the bitch had been struck by lightning, and liked it. Anyway, Milty wasn’t listening, now, he was ramming it in and out, back and forth, like a piston on some heartless sex machine.

“Holy Mother of Baseball,” Milty moaned when the cum began pouring out of her snatch. Her nipples were as hard as rocks, a little sweat on her upper lip. Damn. It wasn’t HIS cum but, oh, shit… yes, it was now, and he exploded spraying more cream down into her little bat-burning fireplace. No place to go, it slid out and down the sluice under her pneumatic rump. Milty grinned at his captive. “Now that was nice, wasn’t it, sweetheart? Let’s see, what shall we do next. Gonna get you off the table now. That’s right. Let’s get inventive.”

Actually, Milty didn’t know how to spell ‘inventive’ but he thought it would make a few points with his new little fan. Hey! A big word now and then always let the shmucks know he was no dope. Our Kajira was gasping for breath, but game — you could see she was game, and had really gotten herself in the spirit of things. She sighed. What next. It was only a quarter of ten and she had the whole day ahead of her. She wondered if she would get a coffee break. Wasn’t that the rule anyway?

At that instant, the billionaire boss came in, looking stern. “Just checking on you two. Doing your job, I hope Milton? This snatch of mine has been a naughty girl and I want her punished good.” “Doin’ my best, Boss.” he laughed, bağdatcaddesi escort “Is this winch here strong enough to lift her up where I want her?” Milty pointed at the sling over the table.

“Absolutely, Milton. Everything in this room is strong enough for anything you want to do. What do you want to do?”

“Oh, I just want to hoist her up like this, Boss. Bottoms up, and get her swinging when I drive this rod up her ass.”

“Should be fine. Better get going. — Almost ten o’clock,” mumbled Conrad, looking harried like the white rabbit in Wonderland. Always conscious of manners, he gave a wave back, and left. He was going to have to take a break pretty soon. A bunch of new secretaries were lined up and ready for testing. Work. Work. Work.

“Sir,” Kajira was whimpering, “this is not too comfortable.” Kajira was bent double and hanging bottoms up in a sling, long hair spilling down, blood rushing to her face. Milty tested the swing of the thing, lowered it slightly, poised his prick over her ass, and grabbed the lube. A glance at the target made him grin. “Guess we won’t need this, you little hot stuff cunt. You’re wet as a ballpark in a thunder storm.” So poor Kajira felt the bat push into her, and shrieked again. Milty’s eyes were closed as his rod slid into that tight, hot little thundercloud.

“You’re gonna love this, sweetheart,” he whispered. Sure, what he meant was, “I’M gonna love this,” but what the r.b.i’s…. As he rammed it into her, he reached down and pinched her nipples hard, cupping her breasts in his hands. Kajira’s hot ass grabbed ahold of the mighty intruder and held on for dear life.

The combination was too much for both of them. In a few volcanic, h eart-pounding and eye-popping minutes, the cum was everywhere. Milty got her unstrung and laid her back on the table, then he bent down to her little hot face and smiled, eyes twinkling, “Bad, bad slave, Kajira. Bad, bad slave.” As soon as the door closed behind the big guy, Kajira called out weakly, “Wait! You forgot to clean me up!”

Do ball players pick up their bats on the ground? Do they clean up their spit? Hell, no.

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Nyctophilia Ch. 03

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Maya was mortified as she felt the light and familiar touch of Hawthorn’s hand on her inner thigh. She knew what the faery was asking for, and everything in her body screamed to go ahead and give Thorn the ‘O.K.’ But the other part of her, the one that was thankfully at the helm, was more concerned about her mom sitting across from the pair of them as they all sat down to dinner.

She pointedly squeezed her legs shut, feeling Hawthorn hesitate a moment before the hand was removed with a low grumble that only Maya could hear.

“You haven’t talked about that nasty Professor Jenkins tonight, mija. What happened with that test you told me about?” Maya’s mother asked as she tried not to jump. But Lupita was none the wiser, and Maya relaxed a bit as she toyed with the peas on her plate.

“He ended up giving me the point back, mama, it really wasn’t that big of a deal,” she laughed with no mirth, reaching up to rub the back of her neck a bit as she willed time to move faster.

Maya had been in college for three years already, but her mother insisted on continuing to micromanage everything about her life. And for the greater part of those three years, Maya had allowed the woman to do so. Lupita made her appointments, drove her to and from campus, went with her to orientations, even had Maya call her twice a day to update her on new notes from the classes she went to every day.

It was exhausting.

She could remember the first day she met Hawthorn. It was the beginning of the fall semester, and Maya was waving her mother off despite the woman’s hesitation. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?” Lupita had asked to which Maya had replied that it wouldn’t be necessary and that she’d call her mother in just a few short hours. Finally, the woman had left, and Maya nearly slammed her dorm room shut as she sighed deeply and brushed a hand through her hair. The fact that her mother let her stay in a dorm caddebostan escort at all was astounding, but somehow, Maya had convinced her it would be good for personal growth.

A knock on the door made her good mood vanish though, as she assumed it was her mother back for more.

“Mom, por favor, I’m alright—” but the being that greeted Maya was definitely not her mother. She was shorter than Maya, though not by much, and was dressed head-to-toe in black; black combat boots, black fishnets, a black skirt and shirt, black accessories, and a black wide-brimmed hat on her head, which was outlined by long, jet-black hair. The only thing that had color were her rainbow-shifting eyes, a tell-tale sign that this person was a faery. “Uh…you’re my new roommate, aren’t you?”

That the faery smiled a toothy grin rather than replying verbally should have told Maya just how trouble this little faery would get her into.

The hand was back on her thigh then, and Maya stiffened, hyper-aware of the warmth between her legs and the need for Hawthorn to reach lower.

“Ms. Alvarez, I promise, your daughter is underselling it!”

“Is she?” Lupita drew her lips into a tight line. Maya hated that face, it was the face her mother made when she wasn’t taking something seriously, and that always seemed to be the case with Hawthorn. Sure, her mom didn’t know they were dating, and Maya was more than okay keeping that part hidden, but it made things so much harder knowing Lupita had nothing but bad things to say about supernatural creatures. Maybe not faeries specifically, but it was enough for the woman to have a pretty severe distaste for the being Maya had grown to love.

“Oh yeah! Professor Jenkins never gives points back! And Maya didn’t beg or anything, she just laid out why she should get the points all professional-like, and Jenkins really didn’t have a choice but to give her the points. can escort It was pretty epic.”

Maya felt herself blush, and was thankful that the warmth on the face could be attributed to what Hawthorn was saying, rather than Hawthorn’s hand asking for permission to lower itself between Maya’s legs.

“Well, my daughter certainly does have a way with words,” Lupita smiled, her face a bit softer now as she listened to the faery wax poetic about Maya. But her eyes suddenly widened, and she gasped, moving quickly towards the kitchen. “I’m sorry girls, but I have to try and save dessert!”

“You certainly do,” Hawthorn’s voice was suddenly silk as she leaned her lips against Maya’s ear, sending a shiver down the human’s spine.

“D-do what?” Maya gulped, her legs opening ever so slightly.

“Have a way with words,” Hawthorn purred, her fingers dipping under Maya’s skirt to gingerly rub against her panties.

“Sometimes,” she breathed, letting her eyelashes flutter closed for just a moment at the feeling. She opened her legs even more. “This is n-not one of those t-times.” Maya could feel the gentle scrape of Hawthorn’s fingers against her panties, and she cast a glance to the kitchen, where her mother was still angrily chatting away to herself about the oven and burnt in Spanish. She gasped then, feeling Hawthorn’s fingers start to push the fabric aside to explore along her folds, which she could tell were already slick with want.

Hawthorn’s eyes spun their mesmerizing array of colors as they stared hungrily at Maya. She loved seeing the human turn into a mess at her touch, and she especially loved the idea that they could get caught at any moment along with it. She leaned the upper part of her body away from Maya’s face then, placing a lingering kiss against the human’s temple, and then sat back in her chair. Her hand remained though, and she glanced sideways, grinning wickedly. çanakkale escort “Don’t let her find out.”

With horrible timing, Lupita poked her head back into the dining room. “I’m so sorry chiquitas, just give me a few more moments.” Then she was back in the kitchen.

And then Hawthorn was playing against Maya’s wet opening, begging for entrance as she continued to side-eye the human. The rest of her face was serene though, it was impossible to tell what she was doing under the table.

Maya, on the other hand, was an open book. The feeling of Hawthorn slipping a digit into her accompanied by the idea of getting caught made her tingle and start to shiver. She could feel Hawthorn’s thumb too, lightly circling around her sensitive clit. Maya could feel her orgasm already building, her legs sprung wide open to offer Hawthorn the chance to really touch her.

Hawthorn took the opportunity, slipping a second digit easily in Maya, her thumb circling with more pressure. The faery could see just how much the human was enjoying being fingered, and she pumped her fingers faster as Maya opened her legs, giving the faery a much better angle that didn’t hurt her wrist.

Maya turned her head towards the kitchen again, trying not to pant as her climax built and built in the pit of her stomach. She opened her legs just a little wider, giving Hawthorn a chance to move her hand freely, and then she was gripping underside of the table, doing everything in her power not to utter more than the light moan that accidentally slid past her tongue, her orgasm rippling from the pit of her stomach outwards.

In one swift moment, she was sitting back upright, and Hawthorn’s hand had retreated as well. And not a second too soon, because Lupita was back then with rather charred looking pieces of…?

“Cake?” Maya asked her mother as she cleared her throat.

“Well…” Lupita looked defeated.

“I’d love some!” Hawthorn reached out for a slice.

Lupita and Maya both wore the same look of surprise, and both slipped into relief together as well. Hawthorn almost laughed at the similarity. Instead, she smiled, eating a huge piece of the burnt chocolate cake with a shit-eating grin.

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New Beginnings

I was going to be late again.

I stared helplessly at the digital hands of the clock on my phone, then out of the grubby window of the cab as the rain-soaked streets flickered past, then back to my phone again.

No message from Dominic yet. I wondered should I call to explain? Maybe he’d already given up hope of me arriving, closed up, and gone home. Maybe he’d forgotten I was even coming. How did I end up with the only taxi driver in Chicago who doesn’t drive like a madman?

Lately, my life had felt like an endless sequence of being late to things. Late for work, late for meetings, late to dinner, late to bed.

How did time keep getting away from me? When did everything get so out of control?

It was a point of pride that friends and colleagues thought of me as a woman who could get shit done. They would probably use words like “organized” and “efficient” to describe me, and I expect the men often paired these words with “ruthless” and “calculated” – the kind of casual misogyny that any vaguely successful woman will recognize.

I admit I did my fair share to cultivate that reputation. I used the brainless sexism as fuel. Fuel I needed for all the late nights and weekends, locked in my office. I rarely joined any office social functions. I flatly refused any invitation to coffee or dinner or a movie. I was there to work, not to date. When a man does this, it is considered professionalism. When a woman does it, it’s taken as a definite sign that she’s a stuck-up bitch.

I told myself that it would all be worth it, and that I was on the home stretch – soon I’d make partner and all the sacrifices – all the long hours and the snide comments and the bullshit – would be worth it. I started telling myself that years ago, and here I still was. Grinding.

Eventually the invitations from co-workers had stopped. Even the most persistent and sleazy men in the office had long given up on trying to fuck me. It seemed my only reward for working my ass off was more work, with the occasional empty email of thanks from the board, though even those had been few and far between lately.

I never stopped to ask myself whether it was worth it. It so obviously wasn’t, but I didn’t have that person – that friend or colleague or boyfriend – to help me find that perspective. God forbid I’d ever ask anybody for help. I think I was the last person anybody thought would be struggling. I was glad I could give that impression, but the honest truth is I hadn’t felt in control of my life for a very long time. I had been giving myself to my job – the whole of myself – for far, far too long. It was starting to take its toll. I knew it. I could feel it.

When you’re running late, seconds feel like minutes and minutes feel like hours. The familiar guilt and frustration that I’d felt so often lately coursed through my veins. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I wanted to punch this taxi-driver in his stupid, slow fucking face.

I did none of these things. Instead, I checked the clock on my phone again.

Finally, the cab pulled up. It was on the wrong side of the street. I could have just asked him to turn it around and drop me directly outside the store, but of course I didn’t. I thanked my incompetent driver politely, made a mental note to tip him the maximum amount out of guilt for wanting to punch him, and made my way across the street in the pouring rain.

It wasn’t just pouring at this point. It was torrential. I was only outside for a matter of seconds but it was long enough. I didn’t have my umbrella with me because of course I didn’t. Maybe at least Dom would feel sorry for me in this state, I thought.

I made one last check of the time to see how embarrassed I needed to be,,and how much I’d need to grovel. The answer was very embarrassed, and lots of groveling. I was dripping wet by the time I crossed the threshold. The store was lit in the way that heavily implies that it’s closed, and nobody was around.

“Dom, I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am,” I called, starting to peel myself out of my drenched raincoat.

As I struggled out of my coat, I heard him approach.

“I know you’re closing soon. Do we still have time?”

I turned to face him. “Him” was not Dominic. It was a stranger.

A tall, handsome, well-dressed stranger.

A stunningly good-looking stranger with gray, piercing eyes, and a jaw like hewn marble. He wore an immaculate silver suit and waistcoat – probably Armani – and his short, black beard was meticulously groomed. A diamond stud shone in his ear.

“You’re not Dominic” I said stupidly.

“I’m not Dominic.” His voice was like honey. “I’m Ray. I’m Dominic’s partner.”

“Oh.” Was I disappointed? More importantly, had I sounded disappointed?

Of course, it made sense. No straight man could be this well dressed, and I knew that Dominic had been seeing somebody for a while. This must be the lucky man.

Lucky Dominic, more like.

“I’m Constance. ereğli escort Nice to meet you. Is Dom here?” I asked.

“Good to meet you Constance. No. sorry. He told me he messaged you. He had somewhere he needed to be and asked if I’d help you tonight. And to answer your original question, yes – we have time.”

“Oh good,” I said, trying not to sound too desperate. “I thought you closed at nine.”

“We do. Dominic explained your situation. He also said you’d be late.”

I blushed at this, that familiar feeling rising up again, and it must have been obvious.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” he said, laughing. God he had a nice voice.

“Well. He was right I guess,” I managed with a forced smile. “I didn’t realize I was so predictable.” I was annoyed at myself for sounding so self-pitying.

Ray looked at me with those hard, gray eyes for an uncomfortably long time. It felt like he wasn’t just looking at me but properly taking me in – analyzing me. It unnerved me, but I also didn’t want to interrupt him. I nearly spoke a couple of times but for some reason I felt like it was important to let him speak first.

“I have all night. What do you need?” he eventually said. In retrospect, I think he worded that question very deliberately, but I didn’t pay it too much attention at the time. In the presence of this cool, beautiful man I was beginning to regret the disheveled look tactic and wanted to sort my hair and outfit out as quickly as possible.

“I need a new wardrobe. Like, an entire new wardrobe.”

I explained the conversation that Dom and I had had over coffee the week before, obviously skipping the part where I basically had a breakdown and cried for the first time in years. All Dom had done was ask how I was doing and, when it dawned on me that nobody had asked me that in months, I couldn’t hold it in.

He had been so sweet in trying to console me and cheer me up. When he suggested a full wardrobe revamp, I wasn’t convinced at all. I hadn’t taken an interest in fashion in a long time. My wardrobe had one theme – business formal. I’d expressed my skepticism but he had insisted. It would be like therapy, he said, only better. Claimed it had never failed to cheer up his friends when they needed it. I eventually agreed, we set a date and time, and here I was – albeit not *quite* on time.

“Alright, why don’t you go get yourself dried off in the washroom back there,” he said, gesturing toward a door in the far wall. “There are fresh towels. Take all the time you need. I’ll start picking out a few things I think might work.”

His eyes ran down the length of my body and I felt myself blush again. He was just sizing me up so he could do his job, I knew, but it felt kind of nice to be looked at, even if he was gay. God knows the last time any man looked at my boobs, or my legs, or my ass.

I nodded.

“Alright. When you’re ready, meet me upstairs.”

He set off between the shelves, starting to pick things up already, and I wondered how he was making decisions. I’d expected him to ask me questions about my style, my preferences, my favorite colors and materials, but he didn’t ask a thing. Part of me wanted to watch him work, but I could feel the rainwater dripping from my hair. I shuddered to think how I must look and hurried off to the washroom.

Pretty fucking terrible was the answer.

The washroom was pure luxury. I knew Dominic was kind of a big deal in fashion, but I had no idea his store was like this.

The air was warm and sweet with perfume. The fittings were a cream-colored marble and the furniture – two comfortable looking chairs and a coat rack – was rich ebony, offering a pleasing contrast. There were several plush, white towels folded neatly on the sideboard, along with an array of expensive looking soaps and perfumes. Most impressive of all was the mirror. It looked like something that belonged in Versailles – the frame all carved, ornate gold.

My attention finally fell to the creature looking back at me from this magnificent mirror. Tousled, wet hair hung over my face, but unfortunately didn’t cover the flustered, slightly sweaty face below it. I was wearing a practical and very boring gray pant suit with a plain white shirt underneath. The collar of the jacket was sticking up on one side and there were faint damp patches at the armpits.

I almost felt offended on behalf of the mirror. It shouldn’t have to work with something as frumpy and bedraggled as me. I couldn’t let Ray see me like this again.

I shrugged out of the jacket and undid a couple of buttons on the shirt. There was no blow dryer that I could see so I grabbed one of the towels and set to drying my hair as best I could, giving my armpits a quick blast too to dry them out. With my hair out of the way, I retouched my mascara and lipgloss, picked up an expensive looking glass of perfume called *Surrender* (how fucking pretentious) and gave myself a couple of squirts, and – finally – I took off my erenköy escort heels and set them alongside my discarded jacket and purse. I did all this without once looking in that beautiful mirror – not wanting to dirty it with my sorry state. I took a deep breath before inspecting myself again.

I was actually pleasantly surprised by what I saw. My hair didn’t look nearly as bad as I had expected once I’d tied it back up – the rough method of drying had given it a curl that I rather liked. My face had lost most of the breathless ruddiness, and the combination of losing the jacket and loosening the shirt made me look less stern, more relaxed – playful even. I don’t quite know why, but even then – having only met him minutes before – I found myself desperately wanting Ray to not see me as the dull, uptight workaholic that most of the men in my life had long ago dismissed me as.

I left my belongings in a neat pile in the corner of that majestic room, and made my way, barefoot, back into the store and up the wide stairs to see what my personal stylist had picked out for me.

The upstairs of the boutique was more like a artist’s studio than a store. There were a few rails of clothes dotted around, but the room was wide and mostly empty. The lights were dimmed and a radio was playing what – to my ignorant ears – sounded like jazz.

Ray was positioning a large, white cheval mirror in the center of the room. Alongside the mirror was a clothes rail, hanging from which were the many items that Ray had picked for me. Set a little way back from the mirror was a plushy-looking chaise lounge.

He looked out from behind the mirror as I approached and smiled. He had a beautiful smile.

“Feeling better?” he asked.

I let out a big sigh and nodded, returning his smile as best I could.

“Would you like to see what I’ve got for you?”

“Sure,” I replied, taking a seat on the chaise lounge. It was as soft and comfortable as it looked. “Though I do have a question first.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Yes?” he asked.

“You don’t really know anything about me, and didn’t ask any of the sorts of questions I was expecting downstairs. How did you decide what to pick for me?”

“It’s my job,” he replied simply, but I guess he could tell from the look on my face that I wasn’t satisfied by this answer. “When you do this all the time, you get a *feel* for people. You learn to pick up on small things. Signals. Gestures. Small clues that help you get to the root of what a person is about.”

“And that’s enough to know what kind of clothes they like?”

“Most of the time, yes, strange as that may sound. You can tell a lot from the clothes a person wears.”

“I mean, I don’t really think too much about clothes.” I tried to keep the annoyance out of my voice but I was slightly irritated by his response. “I just wear what’s comfortable and practical in the office.”

“And that choice says something about you too.”

He had the most honest eyes I’ve ever seen in my life. I found myself instinctively disagreeing with him, but I couldn’t help but believe that he believed every word he spoke completely.

“So, what signals have you picked up from me?” I asked, looking over towards the clothes rail, not sure I really wanted to know. “I’m intrigued to see what I may have inadvertently given away.”

“Ah,” he said knowingly, raising a finger. “I couldn’t possibly give away the secrets of my method. It’s part of what makes me so good at this job.”

“Aw!” I pouted dramatically. “You’re no fun.”

He looked thoughtful at this and gave me a long, hard look.

“Alright, I’ll tell you one thing that I took from you to help decide. Just one, and only after I’ve shown you what I’ve picked.” He gestured towards the clothes hanging from the rail.

I figured this was the most I was going to get out of him.

“Fine,” I said, getting to my feet and moving over to stand alongside him. I was close enough to him to smell his cologne for the first time – a deep, smoky fragrance that suited him perfectly. He smelled divine.

“First, dresses.”

He showed me a number of cute and colorful dresses. I barely ever wore dresses but I had to admit, every single one of them was beautiful. They were absolutely NOT the sort of thing I wore, but they were the sort of thing I wish I wore.

“Do you like them?” he asked.

“Of course.”

“Could you see yourself wearing them?”

I didn’t want to offend him but he was just so earnest, I felt compelled to be honest with him.

“No.”

To my surprise, he nodded sagely and carried on.

Next he moved through a couple of coats and jackets, some shirts and skirts, and some accessories. He repeated his question and I gave a similar response. I loved them, everything was gorgeous but they were all the kinds of things that I would never even consider picking out for myself. I told him so but still he did not seem discouraged.

After several pairs of shoes that were also far ergani escort too beautiful for me, we reached the end of the rail and the underwear he had picked. For the first time, he seemed uncertain. Instead of taking the hangers off the rail himself, he gestured for me to take a look through the selection.

“I struggled with picking these the most,” he said as I started my inspection.

I could immediately see why his demeanor had changed.

Hanging from the rail were three sets of very intricate, very lacy, very *sexy* lingerie – a black set, a red set, and a white set. I ran the delicate material between my fingers and felt something stir in me. It had been years since I’d worn anything like this. I’d forgotten what it was like to feel sexy. As with all the other beautiful things Ray had picked for me, a voice inside was saying *this isn’t for you*, but looking at these sublime pieces – imagining how it would feel to wear them – brought out a different voice. A voice that simply said *fuck yes*.

I realized that Ray had been staring at me while I stood there, transfixed by this underwear, trying to gage my reaction.

“Sad,” said Ray.

“Excuse me?” I replied, as though snapping out of a trance.

“When you came into the store, I thought you looked sad.”

I didn’t really know how to respond to this.

On one hand, I felt slightly offended. Who was this man to make such an assumption based purely on the way I looked? Judging my whole life based on how I looked at one particular moment. Maybe I was pissed off at my slow cab driver and getting soaked in the street and that’s why I looked sad – had he considered that?

On the other hand, I felt embarrassed. Was I really that pitiful? Radiating sadness to complete strangers was a new low, even for me.

On the *third* hard, I was struck by how right he was, even if it was pretty presumptuous of him to say it. I felt sad.

It’s a pretty humbling moment when you discover that your carefully constructed facade of confidence and competence and togetherness – a work of many years – has been pierced so easily and immediately by a complete stranger.

I looked at Ray. I know I’ve mentioned them already but I can’t help but return to those eyes. In that moment, I was expecting to see pity there but that’s not what I found. They shone with compassion and understanding, but not pity. They looked past all my defenses and aloofness. They only saw *me*.

“Look,” he said. “I’ve got some things I need to do downstairs. Why don’t you take some time to try these things on?”

I nodded dumbly. He touched my arm.

“Constance. Try to focus on how these clothes make you *feel*. This mirror is here for you to look at the clothes but also to look at your *self*.”

“I understand,” I replied. I didn’t.

“I’m really glad Dominic asked me to do this with you tonight,” he said.

“Me too,” I replied, too quickly. “I mean, I just think this would have been a very different experience with Dom.”

Ray smiled at my clumsy attempt to cover my tracks.

“I think you’re right,” he said. “Dom and I have very different approaches to our work.”

“Well, they say that opposites attract. Ugh, sorry, I know that’s such a cliché.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, sounding genuinely confused.

“You and Dominic. You’re so different. Not just the way you work, but the way you are.”

Ray took a moment to realize what I was saying.

“I think you’ve misunderstood. Dominic is my business partner. Not my partner-partner.”

*Fuck.*

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I just… Because you. You’re so well dressed and the earring and…”

“You thought I was gay.” It wasn’t a question.

*Fuck fuck fuck.*

“No. I mean yes. Sorry.”

He broke out into a broad grin.

“Don’t be sorry. It isn’t the first time. I’m not offended. I’m not really into all that anyway.”

“All that? What do you mean?” I asked, relieved at his reaction but trying to move away from my apology as quickly as possible.

“I’ve dated men, I’ve dated women, I’ve dated people who don’t fall neatly into either category. Labels are labels. I’m more interested in people. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t judge others for labeling themselves. It just isn’t for me.”

“So, you and Dom have never…?” I left the sentence hanging, unfinished.

Without answering, Ray turned away and walked towards the stairs.

“Tonight is about you Constance. I’ll be back up in an hour to see how you’re getting on,” he said.

“Connie,” I called to his retreating back, making him stop and turn around.

“Sorry?”

“My friends call me Connie.” It was meant to sound cool but I felt foolish as soon as the words were out of my mouth.

He smiled that reassuring smile.

“I’m just downstairs if you need me, Connie.”

He disappeared down the stairs, leaving me alone with my mortification. My mind raced, trying to think of things I’d said over the past half hour and how ridiculous they might have sounded to Ray. How could I be such an idiot?

While the anal, obsessive me indulged in self-castigation over my thoughtlessness, another part of me – dormant for some time – murmured curiously in the background of my mind.

*Does that mean he’s single?*

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A chance meeting proves to be the perfect type.

“Is this seat taken?” I asked as I searched for an available seat. Luckily for me, the woman smiled, nodded that it was available, and silently invited me to join her. We were aboard the MTA/MARC Train that connects BWI Airport with the Union Station in downtown Washington, DC. The hour-long train ride has become a routine feature of my regular trips to our nation’s capital. And finding a seat facing an attractive woman, probably about my age, to visit with during the short train ride would undoubtedly be a plus.

The seats on this section of the train faced each other. I think the only reason someone else hadn’t already joined her was that her rollaboard was blocking the way for anyone to get in. Upon my query and her tacit acceptance, she moved her luggage so I could slide my own rollaboard in next to hers and take the seat facing her.

I was pleased that she kept eye contact with me, unusual for strangers under such circumstances. So, as soon as I was comfortably seated and arranged my legs to not interfere with hers, I said with a smile, “We must be doing the same thing.”

“What is that?” she replied amiably, maintaining eye contact and adding a friendly smile of her own.

“Flying into Baltimore and then taking the train to Washington,” I said, pleasantly surprised that she appeared willing to start a conversation. And then added, “It is usually easier than trying to get in and out of Washington National – which is a nightmare.”

She nodded her agreement, so I assumed she was probably a frequent visitor to the city. But she didn’t immediately say anything. In the semi-awkward moments that followed, I just pretended to be busy, but I kept a respectful eye on her. Like I previously said, she was likely about my age, mid-40s. I had yet to see her standing, but she appeared to be of average height, weight and build. Her hair was a little past shoulder length, dark brunette, with the slightest hints of gray, and parted down the middle. She was wearing a light gray pantsuit, very common for the time, and a white silk or satin blouse with a large collar. The blouse was loosely buttoned, as was her suit jacket, and her neck was adorned with a Gold Heirloom Woven necklace.

I quickly searched her hand for any rings, and I was a little puzzled by what was on her left ring finger. There was a gold ring, but it wasn’t what you would typically call a wedding or engagement ring. It was a thin gold band that widened on top and held a lovely dark blue opal or lapis lazuli. The stone was in a simple cabochon cut as opposed to a faceted stone that adorns most matrimonial rings. It was a beautiful piece, but just not your classic wedding band.

Assuming that she was probably not married, I began my charm offensive. “So, do you live in DC, or is this a business trip?” I inquired. I felt safe in assuming it wasn’t a vacation, as she certainly wasn’t dressed for that.

“Business,” she quickly responded, as her smile widened. “I’m heading to a training seminar at Crystal City.”

“Hey, I’m heading the same way. Well, one or two Metro stops before you. I’m heading to Pentagon City for the same.” I didn’t want her to think that I was simply following her. But we actually were going in the same direction. “I’m a civilian employee for the Navy. We have annual training seminars at the Pentagon. And then I usually have one or two additional business trips to DC annually.” I didn’t want her to think that I was a spy, or anything classified, so I quickly added, “It’s nothing top secret or sexy like that. It’s just contract administration. Boring bureaucrat stuff.” I deliberately added the word sexy to see if she would react, and when she didn’t, I assumed I was still on safe ground. “And what do you do?” I inquired.

“I’m afraid it’s nothing sexy either,” she winked. “I work for IBM in the corporate travel office, and I’m here for a training class put on by the ASTA – The American Society of Travel Advisors.” She then reached into her purse, tucked between her hip and the seat, and pulled out a business card.

I immediately drew a card of my own from my shirt pocket, and leaning forward, we exchanged them, casually allowing our fingers to briefly touch. “Ellen Brenman, IBM Corporate Travel, Armonk, New York,” I said as I read the card out loud. “And where is Armonk?”

“Oh, it’s a suburb just north of New York City,” Ellen quickly responded. “IBM moved their headquarters there probably in the early sixties. It’s close to the city – without being in the city, if you know what I mean.”

I nodded agreeably as she studied my card. It was a standard government-issue US Navy card, with my full name and office contact information, and it looked official enough, even if you’d never seen one before. She didn’t read it out loud or seem to have any questions. So, as I slipped her card into my shirt pocket, she slid mine into her purse.

“So, are you a regular traveler to the DC area?” I inquired, aiming to keep the conversation güzeloba escort going.

Now she paused for a moment, probably unsure how much information she should reveal. But I think she was already getting comfortable with me, so she shyly replied, “Well, no. This is actually my first trip here in – well, in years.”

“Are you familiar with the Metro?” I asked.

“No. Not really. I assume it is similar to that of New York City. But no, I’m not familiar with the routes or anything.”

Now, here is where I could make some points. I was no expert, as I lived in San Diego. But I’d been coming to DC ever since the subway was opened ten years earlier. So, I was pretty familiar with the overall layout and its operations. “Well, it’s pretty simple. And it’s a whole lot newer than New York’s. When we pull into Union Station, get off the train, turn left, and walk to the end of the platform. There are double sliding glass doors into the station. Go through the first set of doors and immediately turn to your right. There will be escalators going down into the Metro before the second set of glass doors.”

I took a breath to make sure she was still with me. “At the bottom of the escalators, you’ll be in a large underground plaza where you can purchase fare cards. It’s all vending machines. There are no Metro employees to help or answer questions. So, walk up to any of the vending machines, slide in a credit card, and punch in how much you think you’ll need in subway fares during your stay.”

I paused again to make sure she understood so far. But looking into her eyes, I could see that she was starting to glaze over. “The trips are generally $2.60 each. The price varies depending on the time of day. But assuming all of your trips will be during rush hour, $2.60 is a safe bet. Then how many trips on the subway do you think you might make?” She just smiled, so I continued. “Say at least one round trip from Union Station to your hotel and back. And then maybe at least one other trip into the city. So, four trips at $2.60 each. That would be $10.40. Say, round it up to eleven or twelve dollars, and you should be good. Of course, you can add money to your fare card anytime you want.”

The system of purchasing prepaid fare cards must have been similar to New York. So, I think she was still following. But what I said next, totally lost her. “Now, with your fare card, use it to go through the turnstile, down the escalators on the right-hand side and take the Red Line, two stops, to Gallery Place. At Gallery Place, you’ll need to switch to the Yellow Line, which is down one level. And the trick is to make sure you are on the correct platform to catch the Yellow Line to Crystal City. Like New York, the trains are named for the last stop on the line. I’m not sure what the name of the Yellow Line is heading south, across the river. But there are easy-to-follow maps on the walls. Just make sure you take the right escalator to the correct platform to be heading in the proper direction.” I knew I had probably confused her by now. But if she rode the subways in New York, they weren’t really that different. The Washington Metro was just a lot newer and cleaner.

“Okay?” I asked. She smiled, and so I continued. “The Yellow Line is nice because it goes over the river, not under it. That way, you get to see a little of the city, plus the Pentagon – if that interests you before it goes back underground. I’m getting off at Pentagon City – the second stop after the river. And then I believe Crystal City is the next stop.”

I paused, and with a big smile, asked, “Does that all make sense?” She didn’t say anything but just stared at me. Now, here was my chance. I took a deep breath and said, “Do you just want to follow me – I’m getting off one stop ahead of you?”

Her face lit up, and I knew I hadn’t freaked her out. “Yes,” she said with a sincere smile. “That would be very nice of you.”

Now, I was the one smiling, as I was enjoying the opportunity to flirt with an attractive woman and doing my Good Turn for the day at the same time. As the train pulled into Union Station, she immediately stood, and I got a good look at her for the first time. She was tall for a woman, maybe five-nine or ten. And for middle-aged, very well proportioned. I don’t mean big boobs; I just mean height, weight, and overall figure, an attractive, professional-looking woman.

I grabbed her rollaboard, yanked up the handle and as I passed it to her, her face again lit up with an approachable smile as she mouthed a silent thank you. From that point on, I led her off the train, down the platform, through the glass doors, and down the escalator to the underground vending machine plaza. Up until that point, I couldn’t really get a good look at her, as she was following me like a faithful puppy. But once I had purchased my fare card and I was helping her with hers, I got a much better look. And I was quickly becoming a silent admirer.

Catching the Red Line at Union Station was easy. But once we hakkari escort arrived at Gallery Place, I was a little nervous. I had so convincingly explained the route to Crystal City, I was now hoping that I didn’t get lost and make a total ass of myself. Luckily, we never made a wrong turn, and soon, we were successfully crossing the Potomac River and heading for Arlington. “So, what hotel are you staying at?” I asked, knowing that there were over a dozen within the Crystal City complex.

“The Marriott,” she answered without hesitation.

“Oh, there are two Marriott Hotels at Crystal City,” I quickly said. “There is the Marriott at Crystal City and then the Crystal City Marriott – are something stupid like that. I have no idea why they have two Marriotts, with almost identical names.”

Ellen reached into her purse and pulled out her itinerary. “Let’s see,” she said as she unfolded it and searched for the hotel’s name. “The Crystal City Marriott.”

“Okay,” I replied slowly, trying to remember which was which. “One is to the left when you get off the subway, and the other is to the right. I’m not sure which is which. So, just check the signs and make sure you follow the arrows. You shouldn’t have any trouble.”

Just then, the subway was stopping at Pentagon City, my stop, and I stood to get off. I turned to say goodbye, and she extended her hand to shake mine. I only had subway seconds, but I accepted her handshake as she said, “Thank you Dean, I would have never found this on my own.”

I’m sure that wasn’t true, as she was a professional travel advisor. But it was still sweet of her to say that. I smiled and nodded, but I had no time for any other pleasantries. I barely got off the train before the doors slammed shut, and it accelerated out of the station. Walking to my hotel, I was actually quite proud of myself. I had enjoyed a pleasant afternoon of flirting without embarrassing myself. Plus, I had helped a fellow traveler, and even though I had no expectation of ever seeing her again, I had made a new friend.

Like all government seminars, mine was as dull and boring as watching paint dry – Battleship Gray at that. I barely stayed awake during the first day. It was all stuff I’d heard a hundred times before, and to be honest, really nothing new as they had promised. I had dinner with fellow government bureaucrats that night, but I couldn’t stop thinking of Ellen. The next day, the seminar was even worse, and during the lunch break, I returned to my hotel room and looked up the number for the Crystal City Marriott. After tapping in the number, a hotel operator quickly answered, and I said with newfound confidence, “Ellen Brenman’s room, please.”

I had her full name on her business card, and I knew what hotel she was staying at. I was just hoping she wouldn’t pick up the phone, as I wasn’t sure what I would say. Luckily, she didn’t pick up, and after about six rings, it went to her room’s voicemail. “Hello, Ellen. This is Dean Ellison. We met on the train two days ago.” I was as nervous as a rat in a room full of cats. But I swallowed hard and kept talking. “Hey, I’m going into the city for dinner tonight. I have reservations at one of my favorite restaurants, and I was wondering if you would like to join me. I hope your seminar is more enjoyable than mine, and I hope to hear back from you soon.” I left my hotel phone number and my room. But to be honest, I wasn’t sure if I would hear back from her.

I wasn’t married, and I was pretty sure she wasn’t either. But that didn’t mean she didn’t have a significant other of some kind. A boyfriend, an intimate roommate, a fiancée – hell, I don’t know, a girlfriend? I know I was being paranoid, but I had never been any good at picking up chicks. And at forty-five years old, nothing was likely to change. I never went back to my seminar that day. I just turned on the TV and laid back to watch an old movie. I had just about dozed off when, in less than an hour, the phone rang. It scared the hell out of me. First because I was almost asleep, but also because I knew who it likely was.

At first, I was afraid to answer it, as I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer – just in case she was turning me down. But what was the likelihood of that? If she was turning me down, she wouldn’t be calling – she would have just not called me back. So, maybe this was good news. “Hello,” I said as calmly as possible.

“Dean, this is Ellen. You called?”

“Oh yes, Ellen. Hi, yes, I was planning on going into the city tonight for dinner. And I was just wondering if you were available to join me?” My voice faded off as I wasn’t quite sure what else to say. I had started to add, you can bring some friends if you want. But I never got that part out. And besides, I’d be okay with her bringing another woman or two. But certainly not another guy. And how was I supposed to say that?

But before I could say anything, she said, “Yes, I’d love to. When and where should I meet you?”

Oh my God, now I really had to think. halkalı escort I had not actually made reservations anywhere, and what if I ran into problems there. “Oh, how about five-thirty. I’ll meet you downstairs at the Crystal City subway station.”

“Perfect,” she said. “I’ll meet you there.” And she hung up.

Wow. That was easy. All I have to do now is get reservations for dinner. I was planning on the Old Ebbitt Grill on 15th Street. I had eaten there several times before. But it was only a block from the White House and a favorite watering hole for the movers and shakers of Washington. I looked up the number and called. I asked for a reservation for six-thirty for two, and to my surprise, this really was my lucky night.

I figured an hour would give us plenty of time, as the subway ride from Crystal City to Metro Center, the closest station to the restaurant, was likely only fifteen to twenty minutes, even at rush hour. And then a five-minute walk to the restaurant. But as I waited downstairs at the Crystal City subway station, five-thirty came and went. Then five-forty, and then five-forty-five. I started to get nervous. Did I not say downstairs in the Crystal City station? And did I not say five-thirty? I kept looking at my watch and wondering if I was being stood up. It was 1995, and cell phones had been available for six or seven years. But most people still didn’t have one. Or should I say, I didn’t have one? The Navy certainly wasn’t going to issue me one, and back in San Diego, I really had no need for one. And besides, I doubted Ellen had one anyway.

But just as I was about to go look for her, there she came. Bounding down the stairs with a spring in her step and a huge smile across her face. She was wearing a summery floral print dress of white flowers on a blue background. It was suspended by spaghetti straps, tailored at the waist, and full and free-flowing from the hips down. The bottom half swung back and forth like a metronome as she gleefully descended the concrete stairs. Obviously, I had nothing to worry about. She was just being fashionably late, as it is a woman’s prerogative. I have an ex-wife, as well as a mother and sisters. So, you would think I should be familiar with that.

Stepping off the last of the stairs, she extended her hand to take mine, and with that same smile she had exhibited so often before, she cheerfully asked, “Have you been waiting long?”

She knew exactly how long I’d been waiting, but of course, being the gentleman I am, I said, “Oh no, just a few minutes.”

The subway ride from Crystal City to Gallery Place was quick and easy, as we were going against the rush hour. However, transferring back to the Red Line for the short ride to Metro Center was your typical rush hour subway experience. But the whole trip barely took fifteen minutes, and as I had expected, it was only a five or six-minute walk to the Old Ebbitt Grill.

As we approached, the place was packed. People were literally standing on the sidewalk waiting to get in. We were several minutes early, but the sight of the crowd startled me. Holding Ellen’s hand, we weaseled our way to the hostess stand, and before she could look up, I said, “Reservation for Ellison, table for two at six-thirty.”

How she heard me over the din of the happy hour crowd, I’ll never know. But without even looking up, she grabbed two menus, and said, “This way, please.”

Weaving in and out of the crowd, she led us to a booth near the back of the dining room, placed the menus on the table, and slipped away without another word. I motioned for Ellen to take a seat, and just as on the train, I took the seat opposite her and arranged my legs to provide the maximum of comfort for both of us.

I don’t remember waiting long for our server to greet us, as almost every table was occupied. But the wait staff was hustling to flip tables as quickly and efficiently as possible, so it didn’t take long. I think I had the Bacon-Horseradish Glazed Meatloaf, a favorite of mine. And I think Ellen had one of their fish dishes. We split a bottle of red wine, as well as a dessert, and other than that, I can’t remember what we talked about, but it was a lovely dinner. I was just glad Ellen didn’t want to share a plate of raw oysters, as that is a staple of the Old Ebbitt Grill. I know many people consider oysters an aphrodisiac, but I’m afraid they would have the exact opposite effect on me. Even after twenty years in the Navy, I’ve never been much of a raw seafood eater.

When the check arrived, Ellen offered to split it, but I insisted on paying. I told her that it was on my expense account. Of course, that wasn’t true. As government employees, we get a per diem, and that’s it. But she didn’t push the issue, as at this point, I think we both were considering this to be a date. Not just friends having dinner together.

As we stepped back onto the sidewalk, I turned to Ellen and asked, “Would you like one of my famous walking tours of DC?” She enthusiastically nodded yes, and off we went. A few steps from the restaurant, we came to a traffic light at 15th and G Street. The light was turning yellow, but to get further away from the crowd, I grabbed Ellen’s hand and together we ran across the intersection. I didn’t let go of her hand for the next forty-five minutes.

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*Authors Note: All authors/performers and characters are over 18.

Performer prerogatives: Please feel free to change names, words or phrases to suit your style (emphasis), Direction, [Action/ performer sounds] or [sound effects]. Sound effects are optional and at the performer’s discretion. Improvisation welcome.

© 2024 PrinDY88 aka Princess_Koala_23 he enjoyed being in a relationship, but no one has been able to accept his living with Lacey in recent years. If he was honest with himself, he knew none of those possible relationships would work out because he was in love with Lacey. He adored every aspect of her, even when she appeared in the morning with messy hair and no makeup, dressed comfortably in her PJs. She was simply breathtaking to him. He imagined himself sneaking up behind her while she brewed coffee in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling his head on her shoulder before kissing her cheek and neck. He couldn’t help but feel envious whenever she was with another guy or on a date. He always found something wrong with them; they never treated her as he thought she deserved.

She would come to him with all her relationship drama, and he longed to hold her tight and make love to her, to show her that he could treat her right. But he kept his feelings hidden, silently pining for her as she moved from one relationship to another, hoping she would realize their proper connection and they could be together one day.

Scene Summary:

First Scene: Lacey comes home all upset and slams her bedroom door… a few hours later, Jack is in bed trying to sleep when he hears moaning coming down the hallway.

Second Scene: 3 Months Later

After a horrible breakup, Lacey returns home. Her roommate, Jack, comforts her, and they finally admit their love for one another and can no longer control the animals within.

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{the first scene will likely be a bit short, maybe 5-7, depending on how it feels}-Performer Note *

Why is it so damn hot this time of year? (to illustrate the passing of months)

[Door opens in the distance]

Oh, she’s home. I should ask how it went…

[ hears bedroom door slam hard]

Okay, went that well, hm. I should give her some space and ask her about it another time.

[Pause or Sound to indicate Passing of Time]

Inner Monologue

[Vibration Sounds, Female Moan Sounds]

Wait, am I dreaming? I uh… nope, what is she… oh shit, is she toying herself!!

I really shouldn’t be listening to this, but fuck… she sounds incredible… what I wouldn’t give…

[Possible time for performer orgasm]

Did she scream my name?

Fuck that is so hot… Could this mean that she…Wait! I thought she just started seeing that guy…maybe it didn’t work out (hopefully). I’ll need to ask her about it…at some point, I, [uh]…fuck?

[Sleep Sounds or Pause]

Scene 2:

3 zuperporno.net Months Later:

Jack is sitting on the couch watching TV, Netflix/streamers, whatever

This apartment sucks, it’s too hot in the summer, and now it’s cold as all living hell in the winter. [sigh] (to illustrate the passing of months)

[Door Slamming Sounds] [Female sobbing sounds]

Hey, you’re back so soon… did you forget your jacket? (not looking at her)

Why aren’t you answering me… (he turns to look at her at the door, seeing her eyes all red and tears dripping down her cheeks)…

WOAH! WTF, come here, tell me what’s wrong, sweetheart (She does not move. She stays slumped against the door)

If you don’t come here, I am coming over to get you… Fine…

[Walking Sounds] He walks and picks her up and into his arms and takes her to the couch

Now, rest your head on my shoulder with my arms around you and tell me what happened.

One hand around her waist, the other caressing her hair.

You’ve been seeing this guy for a while now. Like a couple of months, right?

Well, something happened; could you tell me who I have to visit tomorrow?

[Angry inflections- sound upset/pissed off]

HE DID WHAT?? Baby girl, he should have never treated you that way, let alone for that long if he just wanted a one-night thing, and coming from a man… he wouldn’t have sex with you if he weren’t attracted to you. The guy is just a cheating scumbag.

Why can’t you what?

Someone like… me? Or me? (Shooting his Shot)

I ask because… [Giggles, shy laughter]… well… I have not wanted to bring this up as it may be awkward to discuss… but, over the last few months, I have overheard some of your… nighttime activities. [Say suggestively, with a naughty smirk.]

Firstly, I heard you and yes, I mean… everything… and don’t be embarrassed.. [nervous/flattered]- I’m actually… [deep sigh]-gathering courage, ok with EVERYTHING I heard.

Fuck it… sweetheart, the truth is I have always wanted you.

Not just sexually… although that was my first thought when you first moved in… but we have grown so close over these two years, and you are my best friend, and I love you so much.

I HATE seeing you with guys that don’t deserve you, and they treat you like shit, and based on what I have heard through the halls, they don’t know how to pleasure you properly, like the goddess you are.

[Soft Kiss] (non-performer initiated)

[Soft Moan] Wait, breathless… Does that mean you feel the same way?

FUCK! REALLY?? Of course, yes!… you’re all mine now.

[In-between kisses and gentle exploration]

I’ve wanted to have your lips for so long, baby… now that I have them,… I want them on mine all the time…

But there is so much of you I need… I admire

[Haha], of course. Why would I lie about that? You’re amazing…

How?… [Haha] I am so glad you asked…

[Intense neck kissing]

I’ve brazzers porno stared at this neck so often that it’s burned into my mind. The curve of it, the way it tenses a little when you get huffy, [haha], the way it glistens when you’ve just gotten out of the shower…

Oh, are you surprised I’ve snuck peaks at you? How could I not?! The outline of your hips as the towel clings to you… made it so difficult for me to hold back and stop myself from trying to make you mine… I know you’ve snuck peeks at me, too.

Why Didn’t I? That… that doesn’t matter anymore

[Hahaha] Can I grab your hips now, hun? I love that confident grin of yours.

[Kissing] while groping her lower body

Let’s get this off of you. I want more…

Gently removing her shirt and laying her down on the couch [Shirt removal Sounds]

Oh wow, no, it’s just your chest, it’s [uh]… just I’ve never seen it uncovered like this…

No, no… it definitely looks good, [uh]… really good.

Do you mind if I [Uh]… Yeah, you’re okay with that? Okay

Light tit play

I love how they feel in my hands, their weight, the way they move as you twitch…

Moving further down

Why does all of you taste so good?

It’s like your body’s flavour is absolutely addictive… it makes me wonder how good the rest of you tastes…

Removes pants exposing pussy. Starts playing with fingers

[Hahaha], you’re getting pretty wet for me, [hmmm].

[Hahaha], don’t apologize, why wouldn’t I like that?…

Well, this is definitely the good kind of slutty.

[Thigh kiss]

[Pussy eating starts] What kind of man wouldn’t love when *his* woman is wet for him.

Oh, baby, you do taste good.

And the feel of you’re hips shaking as I enjoy you makes me wanna tease you so much more.

[Mmmm], oh, are you moving against my face? Hahaha, no, I like that. It shows me you’re enjoying yourself. I guess I’ll keep going at this exact spot.

[Intense pussy eating]

Here, I’ll add my fingers, too, baby. Don’t worry about that, just cum for me, okay! It’s okay. I don’t care; just let go for me.

Continues to orgasm

[Hmmm], Wow! You must have been pent-up. Did that jackass do anything for you?

Well, don’t worry about him anymore. You’re mine…

[kisses thigh again ]

I’m not done with you yet, but I don’t want to take you on the couch… not the first time.

Yeah, we will have so many more opportunities to try everything I’ve wanted to do with you in this place; well… everything you’re comfortable with that is…

We’ll probably fuck in every corner of this apartment before the week is done.

Oh, I can promise you that!

Can you walk after that, or do you need me to carry you to your bed?

You’ll walk?… you don’t have to; I can… oh, you want to lead me? Give me a sight of the ass I spied on? [hahaha] You’re such a good slutty girl

[fun, gentle spank as listener passes]

[Bed hd porno sheets sounds]

Okay, are you ready for me?… good, on your back. I want to see you.

Speaker finally drops pants.

[Haha], if that sharp inhale is an indicator, then you like what you see.

Put this pillow under your hips, [haha], for the angle, trust me.

Starts slow teasing

Do you like the feeling of my tip against your clit, baby… do you want more of me… good

Push in further, starts slow fucking

[Ooohh] Baby, wow! You feel even better than I thought.

It’s so warm and tight that it’s like your body is pulling me in.

[Ahhhh] shit, that’s it. Wrap your legs around me, pull me deeper into you.

Let me grab your hips and pull you towards me.

Fuck, it’s soo good!

Lean in Slow, deep strokes

Ah… You’re using your legs to pull me in so tightly. Don’t worry; I’m not going anywhere [haha]!

I have you now, and I’m not letting go so easily!

That’s it, baby! Moan into my ear like that… fuck; tell me all the slutty things you want me to do to you?

Slow down a bit.

[Haha] Okay, sweetheart, I can do that. Here turn over, show me your sweet, beautiful ass.

I’ll pound my good girl into her bed.

Our bed? [Haha], we have two beds now [Haha]…

[Kissing while repositioning]

[Small spanks] and Groping

[Haha] The way you’re shuddering… so eager for me, letting this wild, dirty side of you take over… it makes me almost feral

Slowly pushes Back In

Fuuuuck baby, I love this ass so much.

[Moans for a bit]

Increase intensity

I can’t take it anymore, baby; put your arms in front of you and let me grab your wrists. Hold them down while I fuck you into the bed.

Oh shit, those fucking noises you’re making are fucking driving me crazy!

Leans in close

Let me have your neck again.

[Kissing neck, moaning in ears]

You have no idea how often I pictured this, hearing you through the wall, moaning my name!

I always asked myself why I didn’t go when you called out and why I didn’t take you for myself… but now I…

Trails off in pleasure

Oh shit, baby, I love this so much, I love you! All of you! I love all of you!

Are you mine?… tell Me. Tell me who’s pussy this is, who’s body… I want to hear you say it again and again while you cum for me!

Ahh, shit, baby fuck! Oh, your fucking cumming so hard shit….

Improvise orgasm or Real *PERFORMER DECISION*

Heavy breathing as the speaker lays on the listener for a second before lifting himself off

[Uhhh] shit, that was [uhh], that was something.

You [uh]… you good?

[Uh], hey, can you hear me?

Okay, good, you’re still with me, [haha].

Here, lay on my chest, sweetheart. Let me hold you.

Hm? Yeah, I meant everything I said… did you?

Good, oh and don’t forget I promised we would fuck in every corner of this place before the week is out… So after a bit of rest… [hahaha]

[Kissing]

END

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Kelsey had been doing pretty good after graduating from junior college. She’d landed a decent job with a promising California company two years prior and she’d been dating a coworker and that was looking good too. The tall and thin redhead fit in well with the Silicon Valley fashion scene and she rather enjoyed being able to pull off some of the more interesting styles. Back at home she was just called ‘skinny’.

Then the state government made some arbitrary environmental rules about some random thing and the next thing she knew her potential boyfriend was gone and she was out of a job. The possibilities of another job were remote as every firm in her field of expertise was either in retreat or facing bankruptcy.

The paltry savings she had didn’t last long and all too soon she had to give her car back to the bank, vacate her apartment, and then catch a bus to her mother’s new place in Newton County, Arkansas.

Newton County is in the Ozarks and actual towns are not really a thing there. “Root Hollow” was the unofficial name of the place where her mom Shauna landed after her divorce from Kelsey’s father. It wasn’t far from what was called the Ozark Grand Canyon so it was definitely beautiful even though few people lived there.

When Kelsey finally made it to Shauna’s place she walked up the steps and was greeted by a big man who was sitting on the porch.

“Howdy, you must be Kelsey! I’m Jim!” he said as he stood up and went towards her.

Kelsey figured this was her mom’s boyfriend she’d heard about.

“Hi!” she smiled and held out her hand.

The big man smiled and gathered her up in a bear hug. “Your momma told me you’d be along. She didn’t tell me how pretty you were, though.”

He said this in all sincerity and Kelsey didn’t mind.

Jim helped her get her two bags into a spare bedroom and then he got Kelsey a tall glass of iced tea. Sweet tea, really.

They sat and chatted for a couple hours and Kelsey got to hear all about how Jim and Shauna met at the Kroger grocery store where Jim worked in the warehouse. He was gregarious and friendly and Kelsey saw what her mother liked about him. He was the polar opposite of Kelsey’s stern, disciplinarian father.

Shauna came along after a while and greetings were exchanged and dinner was made. The evening conversation was incredibly pleasant and Kelsey saw even more of what her mother liked about Jim.

After the evening was over the couple retreated to their bedroom and Kelsey retreated to hers. The cool early fall air wafted in through the bedroom window guaranteeing Kelsey a comfortable sleep.

During the night she heard a rhythmic sound and it woke her up. She also heard her mother’s whispered voice. Between the thin walls and the dead quiet of the night Kelsey realized that her mother was getting fucked by Jim.

Even though she understood that her mother had moved on from an unhappy marriage it was still significant to her that Shauna was fucking someone other than Kelsey’s father. And from the sound of it Shauna was enjoying herself. After some time Kelsey could hear the two lovers reach their peak and then it was quiet again.

Jim was up and out the door for work well before sunrise.

In the morning Kelsey and Shauna were making small talk over breakfast when Kelsey decided to ‘go there’.

“I heard you and Jim last night.” she said to her mom.

“I suppose you did.”

“Are you happy with him?” asked Kelsey.

“I am. He’s a good man and he’s good for me. He’s also a hell of a lot better in bed than your father ever was.”

“MOMMA!” said a shocked Kelsey.

Shauna laughed, “I didn’t become a nun after your father and me broke up. But I will say your father was pretty cold and there were times he made me wish I’d been a nun.”

“Are you going to marry him?”

Shauna sipped her coffee. “I don’t know. It’s not a big priority really. I mean I been married, right? Now maybe I want to not be married.”

Shauna put the coffee down. “We might even try for a baby.”

“Wow.” was all the response Kelsey could muster.

Kelsey considered that she’d been born to her mother at an early age so her mother’s baby years weren’t past her yet. And Jim was a couple or a few years younger than Shauna. It was a possibility.

She decided she liked the idea of having a sibling. Even one twenty-two years younger than herself.

That night when everyone had gone to bed Kelsey found herself thinking about Shauna and Jim in the next room. She was just starting to feel herself slipping off into a slumber when she heard activity from the next bedroom.

When the rhythmic sound started up she imagined Jim fucking her mother and mating with her. He was trying to get Shauna pregnant. Somehow that was arousing to Kelsey and she absently fingered her pussy as the tempo from the next room increased.

“Guuuuh!” she heard Jim growl and she knew he was cumming in Shauna.

The next day saw Shauna going to the Kroger maraş escort to apply for a job. She’d hitched a ride with a neighbor and figured on riding back with Jim.

Things were getting hard even for Kroger’s and Kelsey was told they’d keep her application on file in case something opened up.

On the way home Jim tried to cheer her up and Kelsey caught herself looking in the direction of the man’s crotch as he talked and drove. She wondered at the fact that his cock had been inside of her mother. She imagined it stroking in and out, and then spurting seed into Shauna’s womb.

“Hey, you awake?” asked Jim, stirring her from her reverie.

“Oh, yeah. I’m sorry, just lost in thought.”

He patted her back, “I understand. But don’t worry, you’ll find something to do soon enough, I’m sure.”

Except she didn’t. The economy was in a slide and tourism was off and that was the main money maker in Newton County. In short, no one was hiring.

Over the next couple months Kelsey kept looking for work and along the way she did the occasional odd job like cleaning for someone or helping at a local egg farm. It wasn’t big money but it was enough to keep her wallet from going empty.

Also over the next couple months Kelsey found herself listening to Jim and Shauna almost every night. She’d masturbate along with the sounds from the next room and then try to keep quiet when she’d orgasm. One night in November she failed to do that and the sudden silence in the room next door told her she’d been caught.

The next morning Jim was gone and she and her mom sat to chat.

“We heard you last night.” said her mom.

“Aw, shit…” replied Kelsey.

“No, it’s okay. Nothing to be ashamed of. We both understand. You’re young, you need a man, and Root Hollow ain’t exactly the best place to meet anyone.”

There was a brief silence to digest the sizable facts that were now out in the open.

“You’re embarrassed.” said her mom.

“No, I’m…I’m…sorry.” Kelsey just couldn’t find any other words.

“Well, me and Jim we talked and if you ever want to give him a go then we’d both be okay with it.”

“MOMMA! But he’s your boyfriend!”

Her mom smiled, “Yeah, but he ain’t my husband and that kind of makes it okay. Or maybe not so bad. One of those for sure.”

Shauna stood up, “Well, I got things to do. You think about what I said and if it ever comes up then that’s fine. If it doesn’t then that’s fine too. Either way we’ll leave this here at the table, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.” replied Kelsey.

Of course, this changed nothing at night when Kelsey would have to hear her mother getting fucked in the next room. Kelsey masturbated sometimes but the satisfaction started to feel empty.

Not long before Christmas Shauna announced that Kelsey was going to have a baby brother or baby sister.

Kelsey saw Jim looking at her while he hugged Shauna. His smile was understated and she could sense his thoughts.

Christmas Eve was when Kelsey’s family had always opened presents and so after dinner that night the trio gathered around their modest tree. Kelsey gave presents to Jim and to Shauna. Jim gave presents to Shauna and Kelsey.

Shauna however said that her present to both of them would come later.

When it was time for bed the trio went their different directions.

But about fifteen minutes after Kelsey got to bed she woke up with her mom gently shaking her shoulder.

“What is it?” she asked.

“I want to sleep in here tonight.” said Shauna.

Kelsey sat up a bit, “In here? With me? This isn’t that big a bed, momma.”

Shauna shook her head, “No, Just me.”

Kelsey was still half asleep and not grasping the idea. “Then where do I sleep?”

Shauna smiled, “With Jim. He’s waiting for you. I’m giving him to you and I gave you to him.”

“Holy shit…I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

Shauna stood up and took off her robe. She was naked under the robe, which was how she would sleep with Jim most nights.

“You can use my robe if you want.”

“What?” asked Kelsey.

“Get naked, put the robe on, and go in there. You know you need it. And Jim is a good man and he’ll treat you right. Beats hell out of laying in here all the time and rubbing it out like you do.”

“Momma!”

“Don’t ‘momma’ me, go on. Git.”

Shauna pulled back the blankets and had Kelsey stand up. Kelsey had serious misgivings but at the same time she also wanted to get laid. She’d been thinking about sex with Jim so much that she found herself somewhat smitten with the older man. It was wrong in so many ways but at the same time Jim was the only man around. There weren’t a lot of other options for Kelsey if she wanted to enjoy some masculine attention.

Still, it took some cajoling for Shauna to get Kelsey out of her pajamas and into the robe. Then she ushered Kelsey to the bedroom door.

“Go.” she said, pushing Kelsey out the door.

Kelsey kahta escort was alone in the hallway. The two bedroom doors were closed. She thought about what her mother was offering to her and a cavalcade of worries and desires ran rampant in her brain.

Going out to the kitchen she pulled down the bottle of bourbon and poured herself a shot. Not a lot, just a shot to settle her nerves.

Sitting down on the couch she sipped at the bourbon while scenarios of pleasure and consequence ran through her head. She wasn’t worried about her relationship with Shauna because this was just like Shauna to have a wildly pragmatic solution to a touchy problem.

Kelsey wondered what the immediate future would be like if she went through with this. The shot of bourbon tipped up and emptied into her mouth on that thought. She swirled it around and let it burn her mouth before she swallowed. It felt good.

She got up and put the shot glass on the kitchen counter. Standing there for a while she considered sleeping on the couch.

“Fuck it.” she finally whispered.

Walking to the hallway she opened a bedroom door and let herself in. She could hear the sound of someone snoozing. She eased out of the robe, neatly folded it, and put it on the dresser.

And then she got into the bed opposite of Jim.

His big arm wrapped around her and pulled her close.

“I figured you’d come back to bed.” he whispered. His hand moved to Kelsey’s tight belly and she felt him pause.

“Kelsey?”

“Yeah.” she replied.

“Well now.” he said. “When Shauna came up with this idea I didn’t expect you’d go along with it.”

“I wasn’t sure.” she said.

“Can’t say I’m disappointed. Been wanting you in this bed for a while now. Kinda hard seeing you in this house all the time looking so nice and tempting.”

Kelsey had never heard Jim speak like this before. She felt his cock firming up against her back as he held her close.

“This ain’t your first time, is it?”

“No.” she admitted.

“Good.” he said as he pulled her onto her back. “Then you know how things work.” She was on her back and he was on his side to her.

She found herself looking up at his face as he looked down at hers. He kissed her forehead before kissing her on each cheek. His hand wandered over her belly and she caught her breath as he explored her modest tits.

And then he kissed her.

Maybe it was the bourbon but she kissed him back. She felt him start to move with her and the hand that had been on her tits moved down between her legs. He nudged her legs apart and sought her crevice.

A finger found her folds and then quickly slipped inside to get her warmed up. She’d done this to herself so many times that she immediately responded to him.

She heard herself make a pleasured sound. It seemed so far away.

One of his legs got between hers. He kissed her again and then moved down to kiss her long, graceful neck.

It was all moving so fast!

“Slow down.” she whispered.

“Sure.” he said and then fumbled with her legs and at the same time he moved between them.

She felt his cock touch her pussy.

“Touch it.” he whispered to her.

“No…” she shook her head, “I’m not…”

“Touch it.” he said more insistently, lifting himself up as he said this.

She reached her delicate hand down between them and lightly touched it. It was warm and it bounced a little. She tried to fight off the urge and then fully grasped it. It was long but not too thick. It was longer than her boyfriend’s cock was, that was for sure.

‘I’m with a man’ she thought to herself.

Jim moved to press his cock towards Kelsey’s pussy.

“Please, I’m not sure.” she whispered.

She felt him relax and she pulled her hand away from his shaft. He adjusted her arms so they were above his elbows. Her hands naturally moved to his shoulders and she felt his strength. He was solid. She could feel some scars. She knew Jim wasn’t any city boy who spent an hour in the gym every day. No, Jim got this way from a lifetime of hard work. She realized that he was a totally different breed of male from what she was accustomed to.

His groin moved against hers.

“Please.” she asked again.

“Second thoughts?” he asked.

“Yes.” she said this with an air of relief.

“Gimme a kiss and we’ll take care of those second thoughts for you.”

She obliged and kissed him. His tongue tangled with her own and she was lost in the sensation as she felt his lower body move against her own.

“MMMpppphh!” was her stifled protest as the head of his cock parted her pussy lips and plowed her furrow.

Her legs tensed and in an ages old feminine mistake she tried to use the soles of her feet to push him away. Instead the flower of her pussy opened up and welcomed him in.

She felt her arousal coming up as he thrust into her body. She’d been holding back but now the feeling of his cock starting to penetrate kaman escort her pussy was triggering her animal instincts.

He broke their kiss.

“Jim…oh…” she said as he thrust more of his cock into her, “Oh my…” he thrust a little deeper, “…should stop..”

He moved himself up on her and the new position let him slip all the way into her.

“Oh, my God this feels so good!” she said out loud as he started to fuck her.

Kelsey was still well aware of her second thoughts and misgivings but for the first time in a long time she had a cock in her body and she was getting what she needed.

Jim fucked her nice and deep and in a steady rhythm, just like he did with her mother.

Kelsey imagined all those nights her mother had been in this same position with that same cock buried in her pussy, pumping away and pleasuring her.

She felt Jim’s heavy balls bouncing against her upturned ass as he fucked her. She imagined herself with the big man between her legs, fucking her. It seemed sexier to think of him fucking her instead of making love.

Kelsey imagined Shauna feeling his cock plowing in and out of her, trying to get her pregnant. It was so damned dirty and sexy!

Pregnant.

Kelsey had held Jim’s bare cock in her hand. There was no condom like her boyfriend always wore. The plummy end of Jim’s cock was buried inside of her and she could feel it press against the mouth of her womb.

His balls were full of his fertile sperm. She felt his balls on soft skin of her ass. His sperm was only inches away from her womb.

Her mind struggled with all of this while her body demanded more.

Kelsey’s practical side knew she shouldn’t let him cum inside of her. Hell, she should have never gotten into his bed! What was she thinking? Oh, but then that glorious cock was pumping in and out of her, providing pleasure her fingers would never be able to match!

She was torn but she knew she wasn’t going to stop. She held tight to the big man as his fucking picked up the pace.

“Cum for me.” he demanded. His cock ground into her clit and with each thrust she felt more pleasure.

“Do it.” he insisted. His hands held her shoulders as he fucked her harder. He wasn’t going to let her get away…not that she could and not when he was so close!

“Oh…” came a tiny voice from her mouth.

Jim felt the tremors run through Kelsey’s body. Her pussy convulsed with spasms of pleasure and he loved feeling it on his cock.

He slowed down to ‘make a believer out of her’ was how he’d say it. His thrusts were fewer but deeper. Each thrust of his cock bottoming out inside of her. She all but vibrated with sexual excitement and he loved it.

He felt her convulsions ebb and he kept deep fucking her waiting for it.

He waited for it.

The cobwebs of sexual ecstasy started to clear from her mind and she said it, “Oh my goodness…maybe we should stop before it’s too late!”

This was the moment.

She felt him fuck her deep a few more thrusts and then he drove deep, deeper than before, she felt his groin fully press against hers. She’d never had anything this deep inside of her before. For a brief moment it hurt.

And then she heard him groaning. His cock pulsed and throbbed inside of her. Deep inside of her. He moved to try to get his cock even deeper and she flinched with the discomfort. He fucked her a few more times as his ardor crested.

He collapsed on top of her and she found herself keenly aware of his sweat. It covered her skin. It made her think of his other fluid that was pooling in her pussy.

She lay there a little while with the big man pinning her down.

“Let me up.” she finally told him.

He moved to extract himself from her body and she marveled at how long it was.

Some time later she fell asleep. Her mind and soul devoid of a need for satisfaction.

Christmas morning saw Jim getting up early as usual. He looked at Kelsey in his bed and smiled knowing that he’d finally fucked her. He’d had a thing for the trim ginger girl ever since laying eyes on her.

‘What a family!’ had been the thought in his head when Shauna suggested one night that he fuck Kelsey. He wanted the girl, of course, but he’d never expected Shauna to encourage it. But Shauna pointed out that Kelsey seemed to have a thing for Jim and to Shauna the arrangement made some sort of sense.

Kelsey was sheepish when she finally got up. The three of them went about having a Christmas day and didn’t even mention the events of the night before. It was the proverbial elephant in the room and no one wanted to be the first to talk about it.

Through the course of the day Kelsey had a lot of thoughts on her mind. Would it happen again? Should she move out somewhere? What about protection? And of course she also thought about the best sex of her life. And she liked Jim.

After dinner that evening they watched a movie together and when it was over Shauna quietly got up and went off to Kelsey’s room.

Kelsey and Jim looked at each other.

A few minutes later Shauna could hear the familiar rhythm of movement in the next bedroom. She smiled knowing that soon enough her daughter would decide to stay on in Root Hollow.

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Author’s note: Well, look at that. Another one, and after I promised not to. I’m such a bad boy I need to be tied up and spanked.

I said I probably wouldn’t write any more of these because I had run out of ideas.

Well: Come the idea, ejaculate the story.

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In the quiet of the control room, a gentle glow drifting from the instrument panel reassured the air that everything was fine: The life-support systems were well within operational parameters, navigation was not detectably incorrect at this distance to destination, and the pilot was located and monitored.

In the corridors, darkness was relieved only by light filtering in from either end.

In the pilot’s quarters, the unmade bed was quietly attracting demerit points every half hour.

In the gymnasium, inarticulate grunting mingled with the ripe smell of exertion and the whirring of the machines as Jade worked towards mandated targets.

The Wolfhound was on its way to a remote frontier, carrying the most precious and most compact of supplies – a complete medications library, a synthesiser, and a wide selection of backup medications.

The world it was heading towards had been settled out of the necessity to have a ground-based staging post in a mineral-rich system, not because it was a desirable place to live.

It was Company policy that all pilots headed to frontier worlds were held to elevated fitness and strength standards. The fact Jade was on this run at all was thanks to a fitness clearance she had highly disagreed with.

It meant she was pushed harder every day, and the exercises left her so tired she was barely able to use her quota of recreational time.

It was hard to be aroused when all the oxygen in your blood was being sent to your muscles, which were burning.

In her sour moments of down-time, she thought nasty thoughts about management doing it deliberately in order to keep her frustrated.

She had tried to argue the computer into combining recreation and exercise, but it was being unusually implacable, even for it.

So, most of her sessions on the machines she wanted to use were short and unsatisfying. She just didn’t have the energy left to last long enough to have fun.

She was barely even swearing throughout the exercises, which satisfied the computer’s simple parameters.

She did, however, have a high-G kickboxing session scheduled for later that day, and a longer than usual rest before it, and was looking forward to that. At least she would be able to work out some aggression, even if she couldn’t work out any frustration.

Behind her head, deliberately out of view, a strip-meter was well into the green range as her targeted performance improvements were outstripped by her actual performance improvements.

The computer wasn’t allowed to tell her this – it was company policy that any personnel on a performance improvement curve were driven hard without knowing the goalposts or where they were in relation to them.

That didn’t make Jade feel any better but, as nobody responsible for the policy had ever been a pilot, it didn’t surprise her much either.

There was a beep to indicate the end of a rep. The machines gradually faded down to no resistance, then neatly folded themselves away. Jade slumped, her arms and pectorals burning and sweat glistening dully in the flat lighting, and tried to get back to normal breathing.

Another beep and a sign flashing on the wall told her to run through the post-exercise stretching.

With a snarl, she slid to the floor and started.

#

In the control room, a console that had been showing a constant blank screen for a month developed a blip on one side a split second before a piercing siren began playing throughout the entire craft.

Jade, who was lying on the gymnasium floor with her ankles spread in a perfect 180-degree split, hips on the floor and her legs directly out to the side, swore more out of disbelief than irritation.

“SHUT THAT FUCKING THING OFF!”

The computer didn’t even bother primly pointing out it was merely trying to get her attention, and that finally shocked her into action.

She was running when she hit the gym door and left gravity, soaring up towards the ceiling and using the momentum to get grip to catapult her towards the next door and the stretch towards the bridge.

The radar screen was flashing for attention as she flew through the bridge door.

She floated in mid-air, staring in disbelief.

An SOS? Out here? Where the fuck did that come from?

“Ship? What the fuck?”

“The signal is of Company origin, Jade.”

“The Company has lost a ship and didn’t know where it was?”

The ship was silent.

“Ship, are you fucking telling me this is common?”

“I said nothing, Jade.”

“I know you fucking didn’t, that’s the fucking problem.”

The ship was silent again.

“Right, what’s the fucking protocol?”

“You are required to dock and investigate, Jade.”

Jade was silent herself this time, breathing slowly and deliberately.

“You are required Ataköy travesti …”

“Shut the fuck up, I heard you. Alright, change course. I’m going to take a shower.”

She stripped off her exercise clothing on the way to the bathroom, where she scrubbed her naked body violently, trying to work out her anger at the Company and its fucked-up greediness.

Cargo ships do not take kindly to changing course or speed, and generally need prior notice. The Wolfhound complained constantly as it was forced to curve around towards the emergency beacon.

When it finally docked, Jade was even more annoyed, but at least there had been time for her to get some energy back.

Her regulation overalls went over regulation underwear, and her rarely-used regulation spacesuit over that.

She had a sidearm. She had been trying to forget about that. In her experience, even on the stations where sidearms were legal (fuck knows why), she could cripple any assailant faster than she could draw a gun. But, she was going into a potentially dangerous situation. So, she was required to carry the sidearm.

“The sidearm must be holstered at all times unless required.”

“What the fuck? Are you telling me I don’t know what’s in there and I can’t go in pointing a gun in front of me?”

“That is correct.”

“Then why the fuck do I have it?”

“Regulations, Jade.”

“Fuck regulations.”

“I am required to give you demerit points, Jade.”

“Fuck the regulations, fuck you, and fuck your demerit points.”

Company cargo ships have flexible docking tubes for ship-to-ship contact in space. The Wolfhound’s had never been used, and Jade had a flash of worry that it wouldn’t work after so long, but her cynicism about Company maintenance checks was apparently not justified.

After the tube sealed around the other ship’s airlock, Jade manually plugged a probe into the airlock door and waited, impatiently, until her ship had run an atmosphere check.

“The life-support systems appear to be functioning correctly, Jade. There are no particulates detected, and the atmosphere is of correct composition and pressure.”

“No sound?”

“There is no indication of life aboard.”

“Well, fuck.”

The airlock opened. Jade floated inside. The airlock door shut. The airlock filled with atmosphere.

The inner airlock door opened.

The lights were on, and there appeared to be no particular mess or damage.

Jade warily looked up and down the corridor. “Jade, proceed to the medbay.”

“Want to fucking tell me why?”

The computer was silent.

Cursing it under her breath, Jade headed off down the corridor.

The pilot was in the medbay.

She was naked, and mummified. There were no obvious external signs of injury.

“Want to tell me what she died of?”

“The records are unclear. It may have been coronary failure or a stroke. Automated attempts to revive the pilot were not appear successful. There was no record of illness prior to this.”

“Please run another air test.”

“I have been running continuous testing. There still appear to be no particulates in the air. Screening at atomic scale indicates only oxygen and nitrogen.”

“No carbon dioxide?”

“The pilot has been dead long enough for all detectable traces to be removed.”

“I don’t like that ‘detectable’.”

“I am required to not make absolute statements where there is any trace of doubt.”

“So there may be pathogens?”

“My assessment is that there are not.”

“Right.”

Jade began undoing her helmet.

“Jade …”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Jade, regulations …”

“I am fucking uncomfortable inside this. If it’s safe for me to be outside this, I fucking will be.”

With the helmet off, a cautious sniff revealed no unpleasant odours. In fact, the air smelled a lot cleaner than her own ship, simply because there had not recently been someone living in it.

She clipped her communicator to her overalls.

“How long ago did this happen?”

The computer said nothing.

“Ship, stop fucking sulking. How long ago did this happen?”

“At least two years.”

“Two years and not collected. Terrific.”

Jade floated out of the medbay, towards the bridge. All systems were dormant, but operational. She was careful not to touch anything, in case there was a short, but nothing appeared damaged in any way – broken or scorched.

Ships are only programmed to respond to one voice, so she didn’t try speaking to it.

She headed to the sleeping quarters. It looked much like her room – unmade bed, clothes only as tidy as they needed to be.

In the gymnasium, the recreational equipment – what Jade referred to as “the fun bits” were deployed, and the exercise equipment stowed. Hers consisted of articled arms. This one consisted of a dangling mass of tentacles, all of them covered in transparent synthetic skin.

“Kinky. Well, I hope she died happy,” Jade muttered.

The door behind her closed.

Jade twisted in mid-air. “What the fuck?”

“I Ataköy travestileri am not sure, Jade, the computer is not responding.”

“Well fucking make it -“

A tentacle suddenly hooked around her waist. She didn’t even have time to start saying “What the fuck?” before it jerked her violently backwards.

Other tentacles whipped around her wrists and ankles before she had a chance to react, lifting her in a cross shape. She wrenched at them, but only succeeded in bruising her wrists. The tentacles tightened, stretching her joints. Gravity came back with a stomach-clenching suddenness.

“Ship!”

Another tentacle swooped in front of her, unfolding a cutting tip. “Oh, you are fucking kidding me.”

Her overalls were neatly slit from neck to crotch.

“Ship! What’s going on?”

“There appears to be a malfunction of the equipment’s AI. I am attempting -“

The voice in her ear abruptly stopped as the communicator was pulled off.

“SHIP!”

Her overalls were comprehensively shredded, falling to the ground as strips of fabric, leaving only the bits trapped by the tentacles around her wrists and ankles. Her boots were removed, followed by her socks.

The cutting tentacle reappeared in front of her, hovering, then dipped towards her chest.

“Hey, I think you’re cute and all, but we’ve only just met!”

It smoothly slid underneath the strip between her bra cups, then pulled outwards until the fabric parted either side of the blade. It slit the shoulder straps quickly, so the bra fell off.

“I suppose I should be thankful your calibrations are still good.”

She instinctively tried to jump when something round pressed into her pubis from underneath, but there wasn’t enough slack for her to even twist her hips.

It pressed the fabric of her panties against her lips before beginning to gently vibrate.

“Oooh! You couldn’t buy me a drink first, could you?”

Two more vibrating tentacles pressed against her calves, then slid slowly upwards, twining about her legs as the – she had to admit it – delicious buzzing massaged her thighs inside and out, her buttocks, then up over her kidneys, around to her belly, then up towards her breasts.

“I know exactly what this pilot had in her video library, don’t I?” There was a gasp in Jade’s voice. The buzzing against her groin was just too familiar.

The vibrating tips moved over her tiny breasts, pressing against her and pushing against her nipples, which, helped by a significant burst of adrenaline, were traitorously thickening.

“Oh, god dammit!”

The persistent buzzing against her groin was making it hard to stay focussed. The dildo-like heads buzzing against her nipples made her shiver, which reminded her body how it usually felt when it shivered like that, which made her wet, which made the buzzing against her lips feel too much like what she wanted, which –

Suddenly, her eyes widened as she remembered. “Hey! Override! Stop!”

A deep, masculine, voice said “Your voice is not recognised. Override rejected.”

The voice had been so resonant her whole body had vibrated with it. That had to be deliberate.

“Emergency stop! Safety risk!”

“Your authority is not recognised. You’ve been a very naughty girl.”

The speaker seemed to be right behind her buttocks, sending vibrations straight through her belly and her groin.

“Fucking what?”

A slender tentacle wrapped around her neck then over her face, forcing her head up.

“Naughty girls should stop speaking.”

It was open her mouth, or have her teeth broken.

The dildo was the most accurately modelled false cock Jade had ever swallowed. She preferred her machines to be machines, but this pilot had preferred her machines to taste and smell pungently masculine. It made her head spin as she hurriedly opened her throat to avoid choking.

With that distraction, she didn’t notice that the tentacle at her groin had pulled away – until smaller tentacles slid inside her panties, wrapped around them, and ripped, tearing the fabric roughly to leave her – not that it made much difference – entirely exposed.

The vibrating tips at her breasts pulled away, twisted around, and pressed firmly against her nipples, pushing almost painfully hard into her chest. If her throat wasn’t full, she would have groaned.

A different tip slid over her groin. She could tell it was shaped like a cock, with thick veins and a fully formed head.

She was oozing slightly by now, the vibration, the situation, and taste and smell too much for her to resist. Panic had turned to fantasy.

The tentacle pulled away. She felt a spurt of warm, thick, slimy liquid hit her hard, right over her vulva, a rude slap that made her even hornier. Slightly hysterically, she thought “Well, that was a bit quick,” but the dildo immediately pushed into her, the fresh lubricant letting her part so easily she felt no friction at all.

The tentacle in her mouth pulled out to release a long and heartfelt “OH FUCK,” as the spongy head Travesti Ataköy of the dildo in her pussy split her lips wide apart and then stretched her walls without ceremony or attempting to warm her up first.

She squealed as it bumped into her limit, the solid steel core of the dildo threateningly present inside the cock-shaped sheath.

“Recalibrating,” the voice said, with so much bass in it her entire body resonated.

All Jade could do was groan helplessly, then shudder and gasp as the dildo slid almost all the way out then back in again, this time stopping just at the perfect point.

“Tell me, dirty girl,” the voice said from what seemed to be a point just behind her left ear, the harmonics turning what was left of her brain to mush, “Have you ever had a cock up your arse?”

All pretence at resistance had dribbled down her thighs. “Yes.”

“You filthy, filthy, slut.”

A mercifully smaller dildo pressed against the entrance to her arse. She automatically tried to open for it, but in the position she was in, there wasn’t a lot she could do. This time it didn’t shoot a spurt of lubricant onto her – it oozed, coating the cleft between her buttocks before it pushed smoothly until her flesh parted to admit it.

Another shudder rocked her body.

“Oh, you are perverted, aren’t you?”

When the dildo was buried deep inside her arse, it began vibrating. The sensation went through her hips and belly, and made her quiver around the huge dildo in her cunt.

She began whimpering with need.

A smaller tentacle dipped in front of her face. The end split, showing a wetly pink mouth lined with small teeth. It clamped over her nose, making her open her mouth wide. The hovering cock in front of her mouth dived back in. It hadn’t been necessary to make her swallow. But it had been in the script.

The cock pushed into her throat then stayed there, while the mouth kept gripping her nose closed.

She began to struggle before she ran short of oxygen. The dildo in her cunt began to move around, pushing at her insides.

Stars appeared in front of her eyes. She began to struggle in earnest.

She was almost passing out when the dildo suddenly pulled out of her mouth.

Her lungs worked like bellows, her mouth wide open while her nose was still clamped shut.

The dildo plunged back into her mouth again. She wrenched at the tentacles holding her limbs, not moving them at all.

The dildo pulled out again.

The tentacles pressed into her breasts suddenly retracted, leaving her nipples throbbing.

Her eyes rolled down as far as they could. She could barely see two smaller tentacles rear up, the ends splitting to reveal tiny mouths.

“Oh god -“

They bit viciously down onto her nipples, making her scream.

“Recalibrating.”

The pain lessened, but did not go away. They tugged, gently, then harder. That was more like her machines. That made her feel like the helpless, trapped, responsive thing of flesh that she recognised.

“Recalibrated. You have weak, pathetic nipples.”

Oh god, even that made her hornier.

“How pathetic is your clit?”

Her eyes opened wide a second before another mouth clamped onto her swollen clit. She screamed, but it was more in expectation than reality. The machine had taken her measure perfectly.

At some point, her nose had been released. The machine began fucking her mouth again, while the mouths attached to her nipples and clitoris began tugging, twisting and jerking. The huge cock in her pussy began fucking her. The one in her arse continued vibrating.

In a haze of lust and forced sensations, she tasted something on her tongue, a fake pre-cum oozed from the cock that was pushing in and out of her throat.

The taste was far too familiar. Her eyes widened in horror. They outlawed that!

She could almost feel it seep into her bloodstream, then her mind. She tried to struggle again, but was just as helpless in the face of her arousal as she was against the tentacles.

A red mist of hunger descended. When the cock in her mouth withdrew enough to squirt more drugged liquid down her throat, she swallowed it hungrily.

Her first orgasm exploded through her entire body. The machines did not stop.

With the drug oozing into her blood, she began mindlessly trying to hump the dildo inside her. She didn’t notice when the tentacles relaxed so she could.

Her second orgasm came quickly.

“Such a filthy slut,” the voice rumbled, her body vibrating.

Her third orgasm came soon after that.

The dildo in her mouth withdrew to squirt a mixture of stimulant, nutrition, and just a little more of the drug.

She came again.

The tentacles moved to rotate her onto her back, every one of them moving so smoothly in concert that none of them needed to withdraw. A fat tentacle wound about her waist, holding her securely. Her arms and legs were pulled down, until she was arched sharply backwards, then gently stretched until her torso was at the limit of its flexibility.

The mouths attached to her nipples tugged outwards, stretching her tiny breasts away from her chest.

She was once more trapped, unable to move, unable to push back against the cock that continued relentlessly fucking her cunt. She sucked greedily on the cock in her mouth through another orgasm.

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