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(In this tantalizing tale, every character portrayed is a mature soul, aged gracefully beyond the tender age of 18.)

I found myself captivated by his innocent charm, his youthful allure that ignited a fire within me. It was as if a forbidden desire had awakened, consuming my every thought and tempting me beyond reason. Bobby, the unsuspecting student, became the object of my deepest, most illicit fantasies.

His presence in my classroom was no longer ordinary; it was a tantalizing dance of stolen glances and hidden desires. The way his dark locks cascaded effortlessly over his forehead, framing his piercing blue eyes, sent shivers down my spine. His average build held an untamed magnetism that drew me closer, closer to the edge of temptation.

I, the epitome of grace and elegance, had always prided myself on my self-control. But Bobby, with his innocent smile and boyish charm, shattered the walls I had so carefully built around my desires. I was no longer the composed and untouchable teacher; I was a woman consumed by a forbidden passion.

The spring air carried a sense of recklessness, a whisper of forbidden love that danced upon the breeze. And one fateful day, as the sun bathed the classroom in its golden glow, our paths collided in a way that would forever change the course of our lives.

It started innocently enough, a simple conversation that lingered longer than it should have. Our eyes locked, and in that moment, time stood still. The boundaries that society had imposed upon us faded into insignificance, replaced by an undeniable connection that transcended age and position.

As the days turned into weeks, our encounters became bolder, our stolen moments more daring. The thrill of secrecy fueled our passion, igniting a flame that burned brighter with each stolen touch. The classroom, once a sanctuary of knowledge, transformed into our clandestine haven of desire.

But amidst the intoxicating whirlwind of our forbidden love, guilt lingered like a shadow, reminding us of the consequences that awaited us. We were two souls entangled in a web of passion, yearning for each other’s touch yet tormented by the knowledge that our love was forbidden.

And so, we danced on the precipice of ecstasy and despair, our hearts entwined in a love that defied all reason. The world may judge us, label us as sinners, but in the depths of our souls, we knew that our love was pure, untamed, and irrevocable.

I, the last teacher in the world anyone would expect to succumb to such desires, found myself entangled in a love affair…

-oOo-

One fine day in the month of May, as the classroom buzzed with the anticipation of freedom, Bobby sauntered past my desk, his eyes fixated on my bosom. The sun’s warm caress had prompted me to wear a blouse that revealed a tantalizing glimpse of my cleavage, just enough to ignite desire. It was not uncommon for young men to steal glances down my blouse, and truth be told, I relished in their admiration. My philosophy was simple – why deny them the pleasure of feasting their eyes upon my allure?

As our gazes locked, I anticipated a flush of embarrassment to color his cheeks, assuming he would swiftly divert his attention elsewhere. However, to my astonishment, I discovered an undeniable bulge protruding from the confines of his trousers, right before my very eyes. At first, I failed to comprehend its nature, perceiving it merely as a conspicuous lump distorting the fabric. It took a moment for the realization to dawn upon me – Bobby was sporting a throbbing erection. The revelation left me dumbfounded, too taken aback to even blush. I continued to gaze, captivated by the sight, until the realization struck that I was unabashedly ogling the crotch of a eighteen-year-old boy. Hastily, I averted my eyes, allowing Bobby to proceed on his way out of the room.

To my surprise, a delightful tingling sensation coursed through my nipples, causing them to harden within the confines of my bra. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief that Bobby had departed before witnessing this involuntary response.

I had just experienced a tantalizing encounter with a student that left me feeling a delightful ache between my thighs. He possessed a certain charm, a captivating allure that lingered in my thoughts throughout the day. My mind wandered into a realm of forbidden fantasies, fixated on the image of his impressive erection. As nightfall embraced me, I succumbed to a dream where we found ourselves alone, consumed by an insatiable desire. In this ethereal realm, I yearned to undress him, to reveal the hidden treasures beneath his pants. However, my efforts were thwarted as his hardened member entangled itself, teasingly refusing to be unveiled. The intensity of my arousal was overwhelming, and I awoke to find myself drenched with desire, my body yearning for release. With a feverish urgency, I sought solace in the touch of my own hand, pleasuring myself with an unbridled passion. My swollen clitoris protruded proudly, acıbadem escort akin to the prow of a majestic ship, ready to navigate the tempestuous seas of pleasure.

The following day, I arranged to meet my dearest confidante and fellow teacher, Cathy Barton, for a lunch date. As we savored our meal, I divulged the entirety of my scandalous encounter to her.

Cathy’s expression turned pensive, her mind seemingly lost in contemplation. “You know,” she began, her voice laced with intrigue, “I am privy to the secrets of at least three teachers who have engaged in illicit affairs with students here.” Her words hung in the air, carrying a sense of forbidden knowledge. “Two men and one woman,” she continued, her tone filled with a hint of mystery. “One of the men was caught in the act and faced the threat of dismissal, but somehow, the scandal was silenced.”

Curiosity piqued, I leaned in closer, my eyes searching for answers. “And what of the woman? The one who dared to indulge in a forbidden affair with a student?”

A mischievous smile danced upon Cathy’s lips as she leaned back, her gaze filled with secrets. “Ah, my dear, that is a tale I shall not reveal. However, I can disclose the identity of the student involved. Have you heard of Raymond Anthony?”

“Oh, him? I had the pleasure of having him in my class two years ago. He’s blossomed into quite the young man, wouldn’t you agree? Now in the ninth grade, he exudes an air of mystery and allure. What could possibly be the source of his magnetic charm?”

“Well…he’s not your typical average boy, if you catch my drift. He possesses a certain…endowment that sets him apart from the rest. In fact, word has spread like wildfire among the girls in the ninth grade, for he has earned quite the reputation.”

“Pray, do tell me more about this reputation.”

“Well, the whispers that circulated a few months ago suggested that he was still untouched…because every girl who dared to explore his depths discovered that he was simply too much to handle. Three different girls, during a daring game of Post Office at his sister’s slumber party, were left in awe of his size.”

“And he engaged in a tryst with a teacher?”

“Indeed, one of the teachers caught wind of his predicament and took it upon herself to assist him with his…little problem.” Cathy couldn’t help but giggle at the thought. “But, of course, it remains a closely guarded secret.”

“I dare say it must have been Miss Josephson, the captivating Geography teacher. She possesses an undeniable allure, and the boys simply cannot resist her charms.”

“Well, it wasn’t her, and she truly isn’t such a seductress. People merely perceive her as such due to her voluptuous bosom. Yours are nearly as ample, yet nobody would dare label you as promiscuous.”

“Because of the glasses. And I don’t dress to flaunt my curves when I’m at school. However, I made an exception yesterday, and behold the consequences that arose from revealing a mere inch of cleavage.”

“You should. Your bosom is truly exquisite, you know. I’m not at all surprised that he couldn’t resist stealing glances. Why don’t you undo another button on that tantalizing garment you’re wearing today, and let’s see if he takes notice?”

“Oh, my goodness, no.” I giggled, feeling a delightful sense of naughtiness. “You make me feel like such a sensual deviant. Like this?” I unfastened one more button at the top of my blouse, delicately pulling it down and artfully arranging the lapels.

“That’s better. Now your bosom is visible, but not excessively so, just a hint of your lacy bra peeking through.”

I swiftly refastened the button. “Well, we shall see. I don’t truly believe I would stoop so low as to entice a eighteen-year-old to gaze down my blouse.”

But I succumbed to my desires, as expected. As the fourth period came to an end, I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. I delicately undid the button of my blouse, allowing it to gracefully slide down, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of my ample bosom. Bobby, a handsome young man, happened to pass by my desk just as I dismissed the class. His eyes were immediately drawn to my chest, and I couldn’t resist the urge to playfully tease him. With a seductive gesture, I beckoned him closer, leaning forward over my desk as I inquired about a homework assignment. Purposefully, I thrust my voluptuous 36D breasts towards him, taking a deep breath to accentuate their allure.

Normally, I would wear practical undergarments to school. However, fate had a different plan that morning. All of my sensible underwear happened to be in the dirty laundry hamper, leaving me with only the lingerie I typically reserved for special occasions. It was not a conscious decision, but I found myself wearing one of those bras that subtly enhanced my assets. It wasn’t a WonderBra or something from the pages of a Victoria’s Secret catalog, but it certainly left no doubt that I was a woman with bağdat caddesi escort ample curves.

Bobby couldn’t help but notice. My mother used to jokingly refer to my breasts as “boy magnets,” and in that moment, I understood why. He was undeniably drawn to them, his face flushing with desire. As I continued to discuss the assignment, Bobby nodded along, pretending to listen while his attention was solely focused on my captivating presence. Curiosity got the better of me, and I discreetly stole a glance at his crotch. There, behind the confines of his zipper, something stirred and grew. A substantial bulge emerged, straining against the fabric of his pants, as if it were a primal display of virility. I was captivated, as if witnessing a mesmerizing mating ritual in a nature documentary.

Once again, I felt my body responding to the mere thought of him. My nipples hardened, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he would notice. The bra I wore was sheer, and when my nipples were erect, they poked through the fabric, begging for attention. I looked down at myself, and my heart skipped a beat. A big bump protruded from my left nipple, and I knew it was impossible to hide. My breathing became shallow, and I felt a rush of heat between my legs. This little game of ours had gone too far.

“So, you’ll have it in by the end of the week?” I asked, my voice low and sultry.

“Yes, Miss Wanshel,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled, knowing that I had him right where I wanted him. I turned around, and my nipples stuck out half an inch, taunting him. I could feel his eyes on me, and it only made me hotter. I erased the blackboard, trying to meet his gaze, but he still wouldn’t look at me. I rearranged my clothes, fastened the button, and tried to calm myself down. I couldn’t let him see me like this.

That night, I dreamed about him again. This time, I had no problem getting his pants down. He was big and thick between my legs, pumping hard, and I was gasping and moaning, almost about to come for what seemed like a very long time. I woke up in a sweat, my body on fire. There was a damp spot under me on the bed, evidence of my desire. I hurriedly finished myself off, one hand shoving fingers up inside me, and the other rubbing my clit hard until I came. My orgasm lasted almost a minute, and I knew that I couldn’t resist him any longer.

The morning sun shone through the window, casting a warm glow on my skin as I woke up. It was Wednesday, and I had no plans to meet Cathy. But as fate would have it, a note from her arrived between classes, suggesting we do lunch again. My heart raced with excitement as I met her on our break, and we got into her car, driving out towards a hamburger place on the highway.

As we drove, Cathy couldn’t help but gush about the boy in her fifth period class. “He’s such a little dreamboat,” she said, her voice filled with envy that he had a crush on me. We chatted about our day, and I told her all the juicy details of what happened in class yesterday. She wanted to know everything – how big his bulge was, whether any of the other boys noticed my ample bosom, and whether any of the girls noticed his growing erection. She even asked which bra I had worn that day.

“I’m not showing any cleavage today. I don’t want to be a slut,” I said, feeling a little self-conscious.

Cathy smirked. “What are you wearing tomorrow, then?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

She seductively whispered in my ear, her voice dripping with desire, “Darling, imagine the sensation of wearing something clingy, feeling the fabric caress your every curve, and going braless. Let your body breathe, let it be free.” Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she continued, “Or perhaps a tantalizing miniskirt, showcasing those gorgeous legs of yours. Oh, the temptation it would bring.”

Her words danced in my mind, tempting me with their allure. But reality quickly set in. I knew that going braless was a privilege reserved for those blessed with a figure like hers, not for someone like me, a woman with a generous D cup. And as a teacher at Southern State Community College, I was bound by a strict dress code that explicitly forbade miniskirts. I couldn’t risk my reputation or my job.

With a gentle touch, I persuaded her to understand my predicament. “My love, I appreciate your enticing suggestions, but I must remain true to myself. I will wear what I always do, regardless of the circumstances.”

Her voice lowered, filled with a hint of disappointment. “He truly is a sight to behold, isn’t he? Have you ever considered the possibilities?”

Confusion clouded my thoughts as I questioned her intentions. “Considered what?”

A mischievous smile played on her lips as she leaned closer, her breath warm against my skin. “Considered whether you truly desire to indulge in the forbidden pleasures with him?”

My heart raced, my mind struggling to comprehend her audacious kozyatağı escort proposition. “He’s just a boy! Eighteen years old!”

She chuckled softly, her laughter laced with a hint of seduction. “Yes, my dear, he may be young, but he possesses a certain maturity. And I couldn’t help but notice your dreams, two nights in a row. Once you start dreaming about a man, my love, it’s only a matter of time before you succumb to your desires.”

My voice trembled as I tried to reason with her, “But he’s not a man, he’s just a boy.”

Her giggle grew louder, filled with a wicked delight. “Oh, my dear, he may be young, but he is more than capable. So here we are, a young man, a compassionate older woman, and a clandestine lesson in the art of passion. In France, it would be seen as perfectly natural.”

We engaged in a passionate debate, our words intertwining like a seductive dance, oblivious to the passing time. Our hunger for each other’s company was undeniable, yet we settled for a quick indulgence, grabbing containers of creamy yogurt as we made our way back to the confines of our school. In that moment, she unveiled a truth that stirred the depths of my desires, revealing that my very essence was entangled in this forbidden allure. She whispered tantalizing secrets about Raymond Anthony, igniting a fire within me that yearned to be quenched…

“…and as she unzipped him, a revelation awaited her. A breathtaking nine inches of pure ecstasy. Can you fathom such a gift bestowed upon a mere eighteen-year-old? Just imagine the magnificence he will possess when he enters the realm of higher education, endowed like a majestic stallion. Such prodigious proportions may even necessitate the intervention of surgical reduction, for his virility will know no bounds.”

Hmm, I must admit, I’ve never experienced such an impressive size before. In fact, I’ve never laid eyes upon a nine-inch masterpiece in the flesh. The mere thought of being passionately penetrated in the depths of my being sends shivers down my spine. However, it’s not just the length that matters, my dear. It’s the width that truly entices, the ability to fill me up completely. And of course, the crucial question remains: can he maintain his firmness long enough to bring me to the pinnacle of ecstasy?

In his case, his girth is more than satisfactory, and he possesses the stamina of a wild jackrabbit, satisfying me not once, but twice in rapid succession. And believe it or not, they engage in this passionate dance of love-making approximately five times within a single session.

“Goodness gracious,” I gasped, my heart racing with desire.

“But my dear, he is merely eighteen years of age. That’s precisely why one indulges in the pleasures of a younger lover. They possess an insatiable appetite for carnal delights, leaving you breathless and yearning for more, even when your body begins to ache. And oh, the energy they possess! Unlike a weary 40-year-old gentleman who would simply roll off you and drift into slumber after his release.”

I paused, lost in contemplation for a moment. “Raymond, my dear, is not the man who ignites the flames of my passion.”

“Yes, it is a pity that he is already spoken for, isn’t it?” she chuckled softly. “However, let us not forget about Bobby, my dear. He may just be the one to fulfill your deepest desires.”

My heart raced as I looked into his eyes and whispered, “Yes, I do.” The thought of being with Bobby consumed my every desire, but a nagging doubt lingered in my mind. “But what if he doesn’t measure up?” I asked, my voice trembling with anticipation.

I couldn’t help but imagine a small, insignificant member that wouldn’t satisfy my every need. I had never encountered such a problem before, but I had heard stories from my girlfriends. “What if he can’t keep it up?” I continued, my mind racing with doubt.

“At his age, you don’t have to worry about that,” he assured me, his voice low and seductive. “The real challenge is keeping it down for more than five minutes.” His words sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to be with him.

I had noticed Bobby in class, his bulge more prominent than the other boys. It was the reason I had been drawn to him, the reason I couldn’t stop thinking about him. “You’ve probably had other boys get hard in your class,” he continued, his voice husky with desire. “But their erections weren’t big enough for you to notice. You noticed Bobby because he stands out. I bet he’s well hung.”

My heart raced as he spoke, my body aching with desire. “Anyway,” he continued, his voice low and seductive. “I know someone who can find out.” And with those words, my doubts vanished, replaced by a burning desire to be with Bobby, to feel him inside me, to experience the pleasure that only he could provide.

“He said Bobby’s definitely worth checking out. Apparently, he’s got a nice package and knows how to use it.”

My heart raced as I imagined what it would be like to be with Bobby. I had always been attracted to him, but now I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I needed to find a way to make him notice me.

The next day in class, I made sure to sit next to Bobby. I could feel his eyes on me as I pretended to take notes. When the bell rang, I lingered behind, hoping to catch him alone.

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It had been a long week at work, filled with frustrating drama and useless fighting among co-workers; I just couldn’t wait to get to the weekend. Not to mention, I was going to be spending it with him in a cabin in the woods. This weekend was going to be our first weekend away together, and I was really looking forward to it!

The drive up to the cabin was long, yet peaceful, which helped me leave all my problems behind and start to fantasize about what the weekend would hold. I was already feeling more relaxed and was enjoying my fantasies about the weekend when I realized I was already there, the time had flown by!

I had been instructed to park my car behind the cabin, strip naked, and wait for him on the back porch. I had no luggage other then a change of clothes for the return trip home; I had been informed that I wouldn’t need to bring a thing. I followed the instructions I had been given, found the chair he had told me about, and sat and waited for what would come next.

I was enjoying watching the nature around me, and hadn’t noticed that he’d walked up behind me. I was shocked when my eyes were suddenly covered by a blindfold. I struggled against it at first, being taken off guard, but when I heard his voice say “Stop” it was all I needed to immediately calm myself and accept the blindfold. He had known that I had a bad week, so I wasn’t that surprised when he started to rub my shoulders and ask how the drive up had been. We chatted for a while, his massage lulling me into a state of relaxation. I felt him pull my hair up into a ponytail so it was off my neck, I assumed it was so he’d have better access to massage my neck. However, I was very wrong. Instead I felt a new sensation; he was placing what I could only imagine to be a collar around my neck. I hadn’t expected this, however was immensely proud he found me worthy of his collar. I tried to reach up to touch it, but he pushed my hands back to my lap and finished fastening it tight around my neck. It wasn’t so tight I couldn’t breathe; he knows that I wouldn’t be able to tolerate that well with my claustrophobia and the thin mountain air. However, it was tight enough to be a constant reminder – this weekend I belonged to him completely. I hoped that I would still be worthy of his collar after the weekend was done.

He ordered me to my knees, reminding me that is the best position for a slut like me to be in. I smiled and raced to my knees, turning my body towards him. He then sat in the chair I was just in, and I felt him hook his finger into the ring of the collar. He drew me towards him, and then I felt his magic lips on mine, I could think of nothing else but this amazing man in front of çeşme escort me and his amazing kiss. I felt my body come alive under his kiss, my blood pounding in my veins, and my cunt fill with juices. I moaned and arched into him, trying to get closer to him, needing to feel him possess me completely. I’m guessing that he read my body and knew that I was ready to completely be his submissive in every way because he broke our kiss. I heard him chuckle softly and say, “that’s my slut”. I felt something click into the collar, and I guessed that he had attached a leash to the collar. With a sudden tug at my neck, I knew I was right.

I was surprised when I felt him pull me into a standing position; I had expected to remain on my knees. He then led me down the steps and onto a dirt path, explaining why I was walking; my knees would be destroyed on the steps and dirt. We walked for a while, the whole time I wondered what he was planning, and part of me couldn’t help but wonder if anyone could see me naked and leashed following behind this strong man, a thought that added to my excitement. It felt as if we were no longer on a trail, instead walking on soft grass as tall as my knees.

Without a word he stopped and tugged on the leash indicating I should stop as well. I felt myself being pushed over a wooden object, maybe a log? It was on a slight decline, which meant that my ass was higher then my back and head, it must be completely displayed in this position. As he pushed me forward gently, I had noticed that he’d pulled my tits to the side, so they hung down the sides of the log, instead of crushing them under my body. He sure did know how to restrain me and keep full access to his favorite parts! I felt him wrap my arms around the log and handcuff them underneath the log. I was now attached to the log and couldn’t break free without sliding on the hard bark, not something I wanted to do. I then felt a strap wrap around my ribcage and pull tight, it took a minute to realize that with this he was completely securing me to the log, I couldn’t lift up if I wanted to! I was in a strange location, naked, and strapped to a log, I was scared and excited at the same time. My cunt was so wet now that the insides of my thighs were also wet with my desire.

I was there for a while when I felt the familiar and welcome riding crop hit my ass. He spanked me several times, moving the crop around and getting all parts of my ass. He started off fairly gentle at first, warming up my ass. I am a large woman, so he had plenty of ass to play with. As he spanked me the blows got harder and I was starting to writhe under his administrations. başakşehir escort He is so very good at knowing just how hard to go before I can’t take anymore. He would take me to the point where my safe word would start to swim in the background of my thoughts, and as if he knew, he would then switch to running his large hands tenderly over my skin. I can only imagine that my bright white ass was now starting to turn pink.

Once I’d calmed some he changed the crop for his whip and repeated the process, driving me wild with desire for him. I wanted him to fuck me in the worst way! What he was doing was so good to me, I almost came a few times, and it took all my control to not give in to the magic release. I am very aware that I am only to cum with his permission, although he does like to test my will power in that regard.

I didn’t feel anything for a few minutes and wondered where he’d gone. I knew he’d returned when I felt something cold and slimy press against my ass. I felt the pressure build as he inserted what I assumed was a very large butt plug. My ass is very tight, and it took him a while to work it in. It stretched my ass as far as I thought it could go, and then a little bit more. I cried out with the pain of it, but he held firm, and my ass eventually relaxed around it. When he was convinced it was firmly in he started whipping my ass again. This time he included my back, thighs, and cunt as well. He took his time, moving slowly around my body. I never knew where the whip would hit next, and was kept in a very high state of anticipation and arousal. He was very in tune with my body and kept me right at my limit.

When he stopped again I couldn’t imagine what would be coming next. I gasped with pain/pleasure when I felt the nipple clamps applied to my large nipples. There must have been a weight on each of the clamps as I felt my large tits stretch towards the ground some. He then started smacking the bare white skin of my tits with his strong bare hand. I loved the sound of skin on skin, and how rough he was being with me. With a 44I bra size, I have plenty of tit for him to play with and he smacked all of them repeatedly. My tits bruise easily and I smiled with the knowledge that I’d have bruises to enjoy for the next few days, probably weeks. I jumped (as much as I can when strapped to a log) when I felt the riding crop now being used on my tits. The weights were swinging and pulling on my nipples with each smack. I didn’t think I could take anymore, I was definitely at my pain threshold, but he kept pushing. Just when the safe word was at the tip of my tongue he stopped.

His küçükçekmece escort large hands were now soothing my hot skin, his soft lips kissing the welts that were starting to rise. He did this for a while, and then moved his hard cock to my mouth, he smacked my face and mouth with his hard cock a few times, I wanted to wrap my lips around it so bad, yet he teased me with his cock slaps.

Holding the back of my head he then forced his very large, thick, and hard cock into my mouth, pushing it in until he hit the back of my throat. I have such a small mouth and usually can’t take much of him in. This time he pushed harder then ever and I felt myself gag on him. Instead of pulling out he pushed on, keeping his hand firm on the back of my head so I had no choice but accept him into my throat. I was starting to have trouble breathing, just as I started to panic (can’t say the safe word when mouth is filled with cock) he pulled out and I was able to take in a gulp of air. He gave me a minute to recover, and then thrust himself back in again. This time rougher and deeper, my throat was convulsing around him as I gagged on his sheer size. Again he stayed deep in my mouth to the point of panic, and then would pull out again. After a few repeats of this I started to relax and time my breathing with his thrusts. I still couldn’t get all of him in, but he was deeper in my throat then ever before. He increased the pace, fucking my mouth harder and harder, until he released his precious cum down my throat. I eagerly sucked the tip of his cock afterwards to get every last drop of his precious gift.

He then moved behind me again, smacking my still hot ass with his bare hands, making sure to hit the butt plug in deeper as well. He then moved behind me and put his still hard cock deep into my wet cunt. He fucked me hard that way, driving me more into the log repeatedly, and stretching my cunt around his thick shaft.

I couldn’t hold back anymore and begged him to allow me to cum. He made me beg repeatedly, to the point of desperation before giving me permission to cum. Once I had his permission I exploded around his massive cock, the orgasm racking my entire body repeatedly and for a long time. I felt like I was floating with pleasure, it was so intense and amazing. During my multiple orgasm I heard him grunt and moan with pleasure as he came again deep inside of me. I knew I’d served him well to have him cum twice in a row like that.

I felt him lay on top of me, crushing me into the log, and loved the feel of him on me. He eventually moved off of me, and released my bindings, but not my blindfold or butt plug. I felt him take a soft towel and clean up the sticky mess between my legs, before leading me back down the trail again towards the cabin. I was exhausted and needed his support to make it down the trail, relishing that he is more then strong enough to support me. I leaned into him, feeling content and secure. I couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the weekend held with such an intense and perfect start!!

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With her eyes lowered all Eva could see when the door opened was Sir Dan’s feet and the black leather pants of another man and the white heels and white fishnet stockings of a woman.

Sir Dan walked up next to where Eva was kneeling on a slave pillow. As he ran his hand tenderly over the top of her hair he said quietly, “Pet?”

Happy to hear him call her by his pet name for her again, she looked up timidly as she smiled into his gentle loving eyes. She also let out a silent sigh, because his smile and the use of her Pet name led her to think that he had forgiven her for her indiscretion.

“Mike this is my Strayangel. Pet, I would like you to meet Mike..”

“Yes Sir,” she said to Sir Dan, “Thank you Sir.”

“I am happy to met you Sir Mike,” she said, as she looked up to see one of the most intriguing couples she had seen yet.

She smiled sweetly at the clean-cut handsome young man, with dark shiny black hair and long dark eye lashes. She took the hand that he offered her and she couldn’t help blushing when he held her spellbound momentarily with his piercing light blue eyes that flashed with lust as he gave her a quick once over from head to toe. But, even though she had never seen him before there was something familiar about him.

“It is my pleasure I assure you strayangel.”

Eva looked quickly at Sir Dan who had apparently noticed her blushing since he was grinning at her evilly. “Pet, Mike is Master Blaze’s son.”

“Oh, I thought you looked a little bit familiar Sir Mike,” Eva said smiling at the young man again. She felt herself blush once more since Sir Mike still held onto her hand, and held her still in the steady gaze of those piercing blue eyes.

She guessed that Master Blaze must surely have trained his son in the same lifestyle. She could see he was young. Nevertheless, he had the same commanding presence and the strong masterly energy of the older Doms she had met. His energy made her pussy just as wet as she had been in the presence of the other powerful men she had met.

“Dan you were exactly right in your description of this dreamy little slut. I congratulate you on this lovely vision? She is the very image of Bettie Page,” Sir Mike added with ardahan escort a big knowing grin and a raised eyebrow that Eva had also become accustomed to with other powerful men.

“And she blushes so prettily,” he added, making Eva blush even more as she felt the heat rising on her face. She wished he would let go of her hand because she could feel moisture beginning to gather in her pussy once more from the powerful energy she felt from his hand.

“Yes she does, doesn’t she,” Sir Dan replied. He didn’t seem bothered by Sir Mike holding onto her hand, but Eva felt herself start to tremble.

“And I’ll bet she juices nicely too, doesn’t she?”

“Oh yes,” Eva’s Sir chuckled.

“May I?” asked Sir Mike with a knowing look.

“Yes of course. Be my guest,” Sir Dan grinned.

Eva looked up at her Dom with alarm on her face. And, as if he had read her mind again he said, “It’s okay Pet. Just do what comes naturally for you. Let Mike know what a wonderful little slut you are.”

“Yes Sir,” she said still with apprehension. She couldn’t help taking a quick peek at Angel’s face to see if she was uncomfortable with her Master flirting. But Angel still had her eyes lowered.

“Sulu Pet,” Sir Dan ordered, bringing Eva back to attention.

“Yes Sir,” she said.

Recognizing the order for the prone position that her Dominant had taught her, Eva quickly lay down on her back on the carpet. She kept her hands by her sides and spread her legs as wide as she could to wait for his command.

“Mike?” he said as he nodded toward Eva with that infamous raised eyebrow.

“Ahh, yes,” Sir Mike responded as he dropped Angel’s hand and stooped down in front of Eva. He reached down, and as Eva suspected, he reached between her legs. He swiftly slid his fingers into her naked slit and felt for her clit. Finding it, he began to gently and rapidly rub Eva’s fleshy little button. She immediately began to squirm to the artful touch of this young stranger.

Because of how hot she had been all evening, the unexpected sweet humiliation she felt at displaying herself before her Sir made her naughty cunt dribble instantly.

“Oh adıyaman escort my,” Sir Mike said, surprised. And he quickly shoved two fingers into her slick cunt and began to pump the delightfully horny little slut’s snatch for all he was worth.

Whimpering and wriggling her whole world seemed to suddenly focus on her salacious throbbing clit. Eva started to hump the young man’s fingers. He slid a third finger into her hungry twat and he pounded her pussy hard and deep making her gasp loudly. He shoved his fingers in and out of her pussy faster and harder, again and again. Deep and hard, making her cry out with lust.

“She juices very nicely, and very, very quickly, ” Sir Mike laughed as he pounded her hot hole. “And I sure do love to find a cute little slut like this who can go from zero to sizzling as quickly as this one can.”

He chuckled at her reaction as Eva lifted her bottom and bucked against his fingers and hand as he fucked her warm velvety little crack. She was breathing harder and gasping and panting breathlessly with every grinding movement as he pressed his thumb on her clit and began to flick it as he shoved his fingers in and out, in and out, and in and out.

“Sir? Oh Sir?” she cried out, “Please may I cum Sir?”

“Well, at this point I think that is up to Mike,” Sir Dan laughed quietly. “After all, he is in control of that insatiable burning little snatch of yours. If you want it you will have to beg him my Pet.”

Gasping as her cunt was pummeled over and over by the strong hand of the handsome young Master, Eva began to wail, “Sir Mike pleasseeeee?”

“Please what slut?” Sir Mike teased as he throttled her cunt harder and harder.

“Please, please Sir Mike?”

Sir Mike doubled his efforts then and as he pounded her cunt faster and faster he growled, “Beg sweetly girl. What exactly do you want?”

“Oh please Sir Mike,” she wept. As he slammed his fingers into her deeper and deeper he rubbed her clit harder and faster making her cry out again, “Please, please, please, fuck me Sir Mike. Please fuck me, fuck me, and fuck me hard. Make me cum Sir Mike. Please make me cum.”

He suddenly karabük escort stopped all movement in her cunt and she began to cry as she tried to fuck his hand again. But he shoved his fingers into her hard and held her clit tightly as he pressed all his weight onto her pussy forcing her to stop moving. She drew in a sharp breath as she began to sob.

“What was that bitch?”

Eva sobbed desperately as she tried in vain to move and wiggle against him. “Please Sir Mike, ” she wept. “Pleaseeeeee!!!”

“Please what little one?”

“Please fuck me. Please make me cum,” she whined as she dug her fingernails into the carpet beneath her. She was in misery needing release. Then she suddenly remembered what her Sir had said.

“Sir Mike please fuck me again. Please make me cum,” she cried out sweetly. “I beg of you Sir, please? I beg you … Pleeaassseee!!!” and before she could finish Sir Mike shoved his fingers in and out of her cunt hard and deep and fast, making her squeal, “Please, please fuck me. I beg you Sir please may I cum? Please?”

Without answering Sir Mike slammed and pounded and fucked the distraught slave over and over until finally she shrieked, “PLEASE MAY I CUM SIR MIKE? PLEASE????” Oh, would he never give her release? She knew not to cum without his permission but she was so hot she didn’t know if she could hold it, and she started to cry.

Then right in the middle of fucking her cunt good and hard he abruptly stopped all movement. And then he bent his fingers up, pressing them against Eva’s g-spot at the back of her pelvic bone, and behind her clit. Then he rubbed her clit hard and fast manipulating her g-spot at the same time.

And as Eva began to squeal and cry, rolling her head back and forth in frustration she heard the most beautiful sound as Sir Mike grabbed her hair hard with his free hand and said quietly, “Cum slut.”

“Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Aaiiieeeee!!!” Eva cried out as her pussy twitched and jerked, and then a hot river of cum flowed again and again, soaking Sir Mike’s hand and the carpet beneath her.

“Wow! Dan my man, I must say your strayangel is definitely slave hot and beyond,” chuckled Sir Mike as he released Eva.

Still shuddering and shaking as her rolling orgasm began to subside, Eva looked up at her Dominant. He immediately stooped down and gathered her limp body into his arms. And as he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face he kissed her lips. And then he tenderly pressed his cheek against hers and murmured, “I am so proud of you my Pet.”

… to be continued.

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It was time for my slave to learn just what that word meant. She was still excited by being told what to do and by the nasty things I forced on her. But this was all in the privacy of my home where no one else knew what she was really like.

I had some of the guys over today and that would change. The four of us were sitting around the TV watching the game when I said, “Hey babe, come here a sec.”

None of the guys had seen her yet. They knew my lifestyle, so they didn’t ask much about the women. They just enjoyed the stories. Who knows, maybe I just wanted to prove to the guys that I wasn’t full of shit with the stories. Whatever. After today, there would be no question as to how true my stories were.

All three of them stared when she walked in. All 5’3″ and 120 pounds of her. Of course a good portion of that weight was in her 38DD tits. She was wearing a pair of workout pants that hugged her magnificent ass beautifully. She came up to my chair and stood between the guys and me looking at me intently with her green eyes. We’d had company over several times in the three weeks she’d been staying here so she had no reason to suspect anything.

I said, loudly enough for everyone to hear me, “Get on you knees and suck my cock, Slut.”

She had exactly the reaction I expected; hoped for even. She just stared at me. She knew she was to obey anything I said, anytime I said it. She just assumed we’d be alone at those times. The shock on her face was classic. Knowing what I was putting her through right now made me almost drunk with üsküdar escort power.

“Did you not hear me, Slut?” I said even more forcefully than before.

“I … I … but …”

“But what?” I said, now having everyone’s undivided attention.

I leaped out of the chair and grabbed both of her arms, pinning them behind her and holding them with my right hand while I wriggled her pants down to her knees with my left. I turned her to face the guys and let her arms go to get both hands underneath her sports bra and pop her tits out the bottom of it.

“Apparently you think you only have to obey me when you feel like it, you fucking slut. So I guess you need a lesson.”

She tried to cover herself with her hands in front of these complete strangers. I grabbed a handful of her short black hair and jerked her sideways just enough to get both of her hands up grabbing my wrist.

“You remember our arrangement, don’t you, Slut? You obey or you leave. Now what’s it going to be?”

“I’ll obey,” She said in a weak little voice. “You’ll obey, what?” I hissed in her face.

“I”ll obey you, Master,” she said fighting back the tears.

“Good. Now take your clothes off, look at the guys and tell them what you are,” I said as I let go of her hair.

She quickly got out of her clothes and shot me a scared look before turning back to our guests.

“I’m a filthy fucking cumslut who has to be told what to do by my master.”

“That’s a good start,” I said. gaziemir escort “Now on to your punishment.”

She gave me a horrified look. “Buy why, Master?”

“Did you suck my cock when I told you to.”

“No, Master.”

“So?”

“I deserve to be punished.”

“Why.”

“Because I’m a disobedient slut.”

I turned her around and put her on all fours in the middle of the room with her cunt on display for the guys and said to them, “All right, guys, turn this fucking whore’s ass red. Use your hands or your belts, whatever makes you happy. And feel free to pinch her nipples and pull her hair, too. She’s a fucking slut. Treat her like one.”

The three of them looked at each other for a moment before the one in the middle hopped up and smacked her ass hard enough for her to rock forward. Then he started smacking both her cheeks with a steady rhythm. After a minute of this I told him to move around in front of her and ask her what she wanted.

“Thank you for punishing me. Can I please suck your fucking dick? Please?” she said.

I looked at the other two and said, “See how this works?”

“Fuck yeah!” was the response as one of them took off his belt and went after her ass with it and the other went straight for her tits, squeezing her nipples so hard she said “ow, ow, ow” around the cock she was sucking.

I told the guys to have fun, but not to cum yet. So the one with the belt made his way around to her mouth. She grabbed the cock sancaktepe escort she was sucking with her left hand and jerked him while she sucked the second guy. And the one that was working on her tits moved back to her ass and stuck his thumb and three fingers in her cunt. He said, “This fucking whore is actually enjoying this … she’s soaking wet!”

Then he took his fingers out of her cunt and stuck his thumb all the way up her ass. She ended up deep throating the dick in her mouth as she gasped at the sudden violation. The third guy just laughed as he jammed his fingers back in her pussy and worked them together against the thin layer between her pussy and her asshole. Finally, he moved around while she got dick number two in her right hand. Guy number three made her lick his fingers clean before he shoved his dick in her mouth, grabbed both sides of her head and forced her face up and down his cock until she had the whole thing in her mouth and he told her to stick our her tongue and lick his balls.

It was pretty obvious the guys were ready, so I told the slut to sit back on her haunches and told the guys to spray her with cum all over her face and tits. And like a good little slut, she just sat there and took it.

As the guys were getting dressed, I told her she wasn’t done yet. That she was to go outside the door of the apartment, bend over, grab the rail and thank the guys, individually, as they left, for treating her like the fucking slut she is.

“And it better be loud enough for people to hear,” I said.

All three of the guys gave her one last hard smack on their way out the door as she repeated what I’d told her to say.

Finally I told her she could come back in. She asked if she could take a shower.

I said, “No. I just ordered a pizza and you’ll be answering the door exactly as you are now.”

That should keep her from getting too complacent.

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I awoke that morning on the floor, naked, my wrists and ankles bound with rope and my exposed sex wet and swollen.

I wanted a nice, hot bath to sooth my aching muscles. I wanted to rub the sleepy dirt out of my eyes. I wanted to masturbate furiously so I could get rid of the urgent, throbbing, insistent need between my legs.

Of course I was denied all of these things. Gretchen had robbed me of the ability to satisfy even the most basic of my physical needs. Somewhere in the back of my mind was a voice that whispered to me and told me that I had always craved this sense of helplessness and was just too afraid to ask for it.

I tried to ignore the voice by struggling against the ropes that bound me. The ropes were tight and scratchy, and it hurt my wrists and ankles to pull against them, but the pain was a welcome alternative to thinking about how I might actually enjoy being helpless and publicly humiliated.

“Well, look who’s awake,” I heard Gretchen’s familiar voice say from only a few feet away. “I’ve been awake for almost two hours.”

I looked up and caught a glimpse of my girlfriend. Oops! I’m not supposed to call her that anymore. I caught a glimpse of my owner. This whole week I’m her property. It’s all nice and legal according to Sessian law.

I couldn’t get a good look at her since I was bound on the floor, but I could see she was already dressed. “It took forever to fall asleep last night,” I said in a sad voice that I hoped would elicit sympathy. “It’s hard to fall asleep in a position like this. My quadriceps and lower back were sore all night. They still are.”

“Yes,” Gretchen agreed. “They would be.”

She knelt down and gave me a wicked smile. Then she slowly ran a finger from my breastbone to my pelvis, stopping just before she reached my pussy. I reflexively flinched.

“You look so helpless and vulnerable in this position,” Gretchen informed me in a soft purring voice. “And that look on your face…”

Gretchen didn’t elaborate, but I assumed that the look on my face was a look of misery or fear. Was that how Gretchen wanted me to look? Did she find that arousing? This was all new and scary territory for me. I’d never seen this side of Gretchen before.

She kissed me gently on the forehead, then stood up. “We’ve got a big day ahead of us,” Gretchen said, suddenly all business. “These women will clean you up and get you presentable before we go out into public.”

“Women?” I asked, straining my neck to look up and see as much of the room as possible.

Four women in maid’s uniforms closed in on me. They were very businesslike and proceeded to take charge of me with minimal conversation and maximum efficiency. First they untied me and then they forced me to stand up and walk to the restroom. They seemed not notice or care that my muscles were sore from being tied up all night, and my pleas for patience were ignored.

Gretchen stood in the bathroom doorway and spoke to them in Italian. I couldn’t understand a word they were saying, but I got the impression that it was some sort of instructions or orders. The oldest of the maids responded in Italian in a way that sounded very obedient yet unenthusiastic.

One of the younger maids filled the bathtub with warm water while the two tallest of the maids held onto my arms. Perhaps this was to keep me from attempting to escape. Or perhaps it was to keep me from falling down. My legs were weak from the way they were tied far apart all night and I welcomed the support they gave me.

They ordered me around in Italian and rapidly became impatient when I failed to follow their instructions right away. I was ordered to step into the tub when it was halfway filled with water and ordered to move this way and that so that they could lather, scrub and dry various parts of my body.

They were more gentle than Gretchen had been, but in some ways this was worse than being washed by Gretchen.

Eventually I realized why this was worse. In our society maids are considered one of the lowest of the low. Normally they’re invisible. People never notice them in hotels. They just put a sign on their door when they want their room cleaned and go out for the day. When people return to their rooms the room is clean as if by magic. Maids are necessary, but nobody ever talks to them or acknowledges their existence.

However Gretchen had turned me over to this quartet of unsmiling women so that they could wash my naked body, dry my naked body, wash and style my hair, brush my teeth and apply my makeup. To make matters worse they eventually gave up on giving me verbal instructions and just grabbed, pushed or pulled to get me to cooperate with their tasks. It was almost like they were grooming an animal.

When it was time to get out of the tub strong hands simply grabbed me by the arms and the hair and forced me to stand up and step out of the tub. Strong hands indicated where to place my hands and my feet while they busied themselves drying my body with a towel. kastamonu escort Strong fingers forced my mouth open so they could brush my teeth.

I allowed myself to be touched, washed, dried, brushed, manipulated and moved about like a pet being groomed and did not complain or resist.

But, of course I really didn’t have a choice anyway. If I resisted, the maids outnumbered me four to one and could easily overpower me. Or Gretchen could call hotel security and have them restrain me. Complaining would do no good. I was officially Gretchen’s property. Everything she had done to me was nice and legal.

When they were finished grooming me, two of the maids grabbed my arms and led me out of the bathroom and out to where Gretchen was standing.

At this point Gretchen was no longer alone in the hotel room. She had apparently ordered room service and a young man in a hotel uniform chatted politely while Gretchen signed for the food and wrote in a tip.

Both Gretchen and the young man paused when I entered and the young man ran his eyes up and down my naked body, making no effort to hide the lust in his eyes. He said something in Italian and everybody in the room laughed at what was certainly a joke at my expense.

My face felt hot and my chest felt tight. It was bad enough when women leered at my naked body, but when the men did it, it was much worse.

The maids shouted commands to me in Italian and when I didn’t obey, they forced my legs apart and yanked my shoulders back. They forced my chin up and made me put my hands behind my neck. They made certain that my knees were straight as well as my spine.

Gretchen walked around and inspected me. She paid special attention to my hair and my makeup. When she was satisfied, she gave the maids some money and sent them on their way. The employee with the food cart was exceedingly slow in leaving and kept giving me lustful looks. I wanted to yell at him and cover my naked body, but I knew that would only earn me more punishments.

Breakfast was a rushed affair as Gretchen had plans and wanted to get out and about as soon as possible. I obeyed Gretchen’s orders and ate as quickly as I could, but then made the mistake of asking for coffee.

“I get coffee,” Gretchen replied, “but slaves take whatever food they are given and are grateful for it. Understand?”

I gave Gretchen a look meant to elicit sympathy and used my most pleading voice. “But Mistress,” I begged, “I always have coffee in the morning! Ever since I was fifteen! There’s no way I can wake up in the morning without it!”

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say. Gretchen got this sadistic smile on her face and stared at me for a long time without speaking. I knew from her look that something bad was coming.

“I can see we have a problem,” Gretchen finally said in a tone that was disturbingly pleasant.

“I can’t have a sleepy, lethargic slave. I simply must find a way to wake you up in the morning!”

Her words sounded innocent enough and her tone was friendly and pleasant. Only the look on her face indicated that I was in trouble. My heart beat faster and I wanted to run, but where could a slave run to? I was naked and had a slave collar locked around my neck. I wouldn’t get more than a hundred yards before I was captured.

“Ah, I have it!” Gretchen said with exaggerated emoting. “Every morning you shall have a brisk and enthusiastic spanking! It will get your heart beating and make certain that you’re wide awake to start the new day!”

My shoulders slumped in defeat and my head drooped. My bottom was still sore from yesterday’s spanking, but now that I had walked into Gretchen’s trap there was no way out of it. Arguing would just give her an excuse to punish me even further.

I waited for my mistress to give me the order to climb over her lap for my spanking, however it wasn’t to be that simple. Gretchen was in a creative mood and had devised something far more humiliating.

I nervously waited for Gretchen’s next orders, however instead of ordering me over her lap she grabbed some hotel stationary and began to write.

I hadn’t been a slave for long, but I knew better than to interrupt my mistress while she went about her business. I quietly waited for my mistress to tell me what her plans were and stood very still with my hands at my sides.

When she was done writing, she folded up her page and stuffed it into an envelope. She sealed the envelope and handed it to me. I obediently accepted what my mistress gave me, still with no idea the implications of what this meant for me.

“Okay, Slave,” Gretchen said, still smiling, “you are to take this envelope down to the lobby without opening it. You are to choose a person from the lobby and hand the envelope to them. Wait for them to read it, and then you are to follow any orders that they give you.”

I looked at the envelope in my hand as if it were a poisonous kayseri escort reptile. I now had a very good idea what Gretchen had written in her note and wasn’t looking forward to handing it to anyone. I tried to think of a way out of the predicament I was in, but no solution came to mind.

“You’re dawdling, Slave,” Gretchen said in a lecturing tone. “When I give an order, I expect it to be carried out quickly”.

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied. “Sorry, Mistress!”

I backed out of our hotel room and bumped into a young, married couple as I awkwardly backed into the hallway. “Oh my lord,” the man exclaimed. “She’s not wearing a stitch,” his wife added.

The husband blushed and the wife had a shocked look on her face. Her eyes went wide and her mouth made a perfect “O” shape. I took a step back and touched the slave collar around my neck.

“I-I’m not allowed to wear clothing,” I said nervously, embarrassed to have to explain my unfortunate position. “I’m a slave.”

“Certainly not!” the wife exclaimed, apparently ignorant of Sessian law. She and her husband were both tourists from the U.K. and were shocked to find that slavery was legal in Sessia.

I let both of them read the tag on my slave collar, but they still looked in shock when they finally went back to their room.

The commotion had caught people’s attention and at least seven people came out of their rooms to get a good look at the naked girl. I wanted to make an angry, sarcastic comment and make them stop staring at my naked body, but slaves do not do such things. Instead I walked my naked ass to the elevators as quickly as I could without seeming like I was running away.

Like an idiot, I assumed that the elevator would provide me with protection and privacy and hide my nudity from the public.

How wrong I was.

When the elevator doors slid open, I was greeted with the shocked expressions on the faces of five passengers. For a few seconds I just stood there, uncertain if I should step into the crowded elevator car or not. Were the five people in this elevator car worse than the perverts in the hall?

I was frozen with indecision and probably would have remained that way until the elevator doors closed, but somebody in the hallway snuck up behind me and pinched me on the bottom.

It was so sudden and so unexpected, that I gasped and jumped forward. I placed one hand over my buttocks to protect it (illegal by Sessian law) and turned my head to see who had pinched me, but the elevator doors had already started to close and I only got a glimpse of dark blue fabric. I couldn’t even tell if the pincher was male or female. By jumping forward as I did, I ended up pressed into one of the other passengers on the elevator. “Sorry,” I said weakly after bumping into him. “Somebody pinched my bottom, and I just sort of … overreacted.”

The young man had wrapped his arms around me when he and I impacted. That was a normal and reflexive thing to do in order to keep his balance, but now that the initial impact was over the polite thing to do would be to let go of me.

It took me a second to realize that I was a naked girl in a man’s arms, and that men are not known for quickly or easily giving up a prize like a naked woman.

Of course as a slave I had no right to ask him to let me go or to try and squirm out of his grasp. Luckily for me, a form, confident female voice rang out and said, “Eric, a proper gentleman would let go of that girl right now.”

“Yes, of course, Mother,” replied Eric as he took his hands off of me and stepped back a few inches. He affected a look with his face and body language that seemed to say, “I wasn’t thinking any improper thoughts! I am always a proper and innocent British gentleman! Really!”

Eric’s mother was middle aged and was visibly blushing at the sight of my nudity. Obviously not used to seeing naked people in public, she was still trying to maintain as much order and dignity for her family as possible.

With some difficulty Eric’s mother removed her overcoat and tried to offer it to me. “Put this on, Dear,” she said. I don’t imagine you’re overly comfortable with every soul in this hotel seeing you naked.”

My first instinct was to accept her kind offer, but as a slave I would have gotten into a great deal of trouble for wearing any clothing at all. So, with much reluctance I was forced to very politely decline her offer.

This created some confusion, and I ended up having to explain to Eric’s mother, father and sister (the elevator was rather crowded with all five of us in there by the way) about slavery in Sessia and how it was illegal for slaves to wear clothing of any kind.

When the elevator reached the lobby level, the whole family got out with me. The mother led her son and husband away from me (must keep the boys away from the naughty naked lady), but the daughter still had questions for me and the mother seemed to think it was acceptable kıbrıs escort if it was just the two of us. After all girls don’t lust after other girls, do they? Why, she could even act as my protector if any lustful males came sniffing about, couldn’t she?

I answered the teenage daughter’s questions as politely and accurately as I could, however I soon noticed signs that her interest in me wasn’t purely scholarly.

She held the lock on my slave collar to see how securely it was attached and confirmed that it couldn’t be removed without a key. Then she checked the tag on my slave collar and read it at least three times. Finally she pulled out a pen and a scrap of paper and wrote down all the information off of my tag.

“What’s a good time to call?” she asked, licking her lips and giving me a seductive look after placing her pen and paper back in her purse.

It wasn’t until after she gave me that look that I realized how attractive she was. She was very slender, but still had girlish curves in all the right places. She was my height (which made her pretty tall) and had a very cute face with full lips, a tiny delicate nose and high cheek bones. Her eyes were a deep, deep blue and her hair was a golden blonde. And it was styled by somebody who knew what they were doing. It was long and wavy, but in an expertly styled way. Somebody went to a lot of trouble to make that hair look good.

“What’s a good time to call?” she repeated. This time her voice was louder and more insistent.

I had been so surprised by her question and caught up on a wave of instant attraction that my mouth just couldn’t/wouldn’t work for a few seconds. Also, I had no idea at first that this girl was a lesbian. Did her mother know? Did she even suspect?

No. She had been very definite about keeping her son and husband from making ogling me or touching me in any way. If she knew there was even the slightest possibility of her daughter having a sexual interest in me, she would have kept her daughter away too.

“Time,” I said, my mouth suddenly very dry. “I’m not sure. My owner is taking me to the punishment park today. I’m not sure what time we’ll be getting back.”

I was actually shaking slightly in anticipation. I was hoping to see this girl again very soon … without her family impeding things.

“Gretchen Starke? That’s your owner?” she asked.

I nodded my head in agreement.

“I’ll be calling,” she said, and she kissed me on the forehead. “Now, I must be going. If I don’t catch up, Mother will be getting suspicious.”

She rapidly made her way across the lobby and disappeared. I was sad to see her go, but I looked forward to meeting up with her again. She was one of the most attractive women I’d ever met and the sound of her voice was just so somehow sexually suggestive and proper at the same time. It was a British thing I suppose.

So infatuated was I by this blonde, British girl that I totally forgot about the envelope in my hand. I had to give it to somebody and I had now lost the opportunity to give it to a girl who was both gorgeous and had a definite sexual interest in me.

Mentally kicking myself, I shifted my weight from one foot to another and looked around the lobby for another candidate to give the envelope to. The lobby was filled mostly with men. I saw a hotel security guard, a bellhop, a front desk clerk and several male guests, but at the moment it looked as if I was the only female in the lobby.

Then, suddenly I saw a woman dressed in corporate attire come out and speak to the front desk clerk. She handed him some files and they chatted for about a minute, before she walked away. She was headed for an “employees only” area, so I had to move fast.

I made my way up to the front desk as quickly as I could and tried not to look desperate. “Excuse me,” I said just as she was opening the door that would take her from the hotel lobby.

“Yes?” she asked in a polite, professional tone, “What can I do for you?”

She wasn’t as attractive as the blonde girl, and her body language and facial expression indicated that she was only helping me because it was part of her job to help guests of the hotel, but she was female, and there was no way that I wanted a man putting me over his lap or spanking my naked ass. And I was pretty certain that Gretchen’s letter was all about me being spanked … or possibly something even worse.

I nervously handed her the envelope, and with some difficulty forced the words out of my mouth. “My mistress says I need to give this to somebody in the hotel lobby.”

The woman took the envelope and reached in a drawer for a letter opener. “I don’t actually work in the lobby,” the woman informed me. “I work in the back, in accounting. I could give this to one of the lobby staff if you’d like.”

I looked around the lobby and saw only male faces. Several of them were giving me lustful smirks. No way did I want to give this envelope to any of them.

“Please, just read it,” I said, desperately. “My Mistress said I could choose the person I gave it to, and I really don’t want to give this to anybody … male.”

She gave me a suspicious look, but silently took the letter from the envelope and read it.

Then she looked at me and read the letter again.

“You’re sure you want me to do this?” she asked.

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This is a continuation of Ginny’s Auction. I suggest you read Part 1 first. Unlike the first part, Ginny will be the narrator in this story since she was there and I, Mike her husband, was not. This is what was related to me by her after she was returned from her 45 hours of sex slavery.

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Waiting for Ginny’s return was nerve wracking. Despite all the checking done by Jonathan, the chance that Ginny could be harmed, well beyond her fantasy, played in my mind. But a few minutes before the 6:00 pm deadline, a car pulled into the catering hall lot.

The driver’s door opened and Robert George, half of the winning bidders, got out. When the door opened, I could see three people inside. Robert came up to me and extended his hand.

“You are a very lucky man. Ginny was, well, I can’t find the words. She is fine. Ellen and Michelle are getting her ready. Ellen thought we should return her to you the way we took her.” Robert kept shaking my hand. Ellen got of the car holding a thin silver chain that connected to a bulldog clip attached to one of Ginny’s pussy lips. Ginny’s hands were cuffed behind her head attached to a leather collar. She also had clips, attached by a chain, on each of her nipples.

I asked who the girl was that Robert called Michelle.

“Oh, sorry. That’s our daughter. Long story that I’m sure Ginny will tell you about.” Michelle then got out of the car and I could see she was naked as well, but not bound.

Ellen was leading Ginny toward me and when she got to me she handed me the leash that was attached to Ginny’s pussy.

“There you are. She was excellent and we hope that if she decides to be auctioned off, or just be a slave again you would call us.” Ellen then kissed Ginny goodbye and they returned to their car and drove off.

I began to undue the clip from Ginny’s pussy and she winced when it was removed. I undid her hands from the collar but she stopped me from removing the collar.

“I’d like to wear it home, if I could, and nothing else.”

We walked to our car where we hugged and shared a long kiss.

“You are going to tell me everything,” I said

“Yes, everything,” Ginny said.

As we drove home, I noticed that Ginny sat with her legs spread. Her nudity not effecting her at all. I pulled into the garage shut the door and helped Ginny into the house. Looking at her ass, there were some fading marks but nothing serious.

“Wine?”

“Yes, please.”

We sat in the living room and I reminded Ginny of her promise to tell me what had happened during her slavery. This is what she told me.

Ginny’s Story

After Jonathan said “sold” my heart began to race. When he handed my pussy leash to Robert I was scared but so turned on. When you and Jonathan left the room, Robert pulled on the leash and Ellen slapped my butt and we walked to side door and out to their car. Robert drove and I was in the back seat with Ellen, who had removed the pussy leash but I still had my hands behind my head locked to my collar.

Ellen told me that whenever we were sitting, I had to keep my legs spread. I spread my legs and she dipped two fingers in and told Robert how wet I was. She then said that whenever I was addressed as Ginny, they were talking to me; wanting my opinion or answer. If I was addressed as “slave” I was to do as I was told provided that it did not exceed the established limits. She asked if understood and I said yes. Ellen corrected me and said, “Yes Mistress.” I repeated, “Yes, Mistress. Ellen said that I would address Robert as Master. I said “I understand, Mistress.”

Ellen then asked me as Ginny, if I had children and I said no but one day we hoped to have a family. Ellen said she and Robert had one child, a daughter Michelle 19, who was away at college.

“Or not,” I interrupted.

Ginny said that she would fill me in on that as she continued with her recollection of events.

When we got to their house, I was led through the garage directly to this really amazing basement. One half looked like a well equipped rec room. But, behind a locked panel that Robert opened, was a dungeon. There was an x shaped cross, a padded bench, chains and cuffs hanging from the ceiling and all kinds of implements hanging on the walls or on shelves. I thought how many of these things would be used on me or in me in the next two days.

Robert was wasting no time. He was taking off his clothes and sat in a leather chair. Ellen was undoing my hands from the collar and I rubbed my arms to get the feeling back. Ellen then cuffed my hands behind my back and pushed my onto my knees. She said that I should know what to do. I crawled toward Robert and took his cock in my mouth and begin to suck and lick him.

Ellen then said that she was only submissive to Robert, who was dominant. Ellen, however, was also a Dom, but only let her sub side come out in order to please Robert. So, this weekend, you will be the slave.

As she talked, I kept on sucking. As Robert bahçelievler escort began to groan and his orgasm was close, Ellen said that to get all his come in my mouth but don’t swallow until you show me his cum. Robert began to thrust his cock into my throat as his cum began to squirt into my mouth. Some went down my throat but I captured most in my mouth. Ellen had me tilt my head back and open my mouth. Then she told me to swallow. I did.

“Clean his cock,” Ellen said. I took him in my mouth and cleaned him off.

As I was finishing Robert, Ellen was undressing. She sat next to Robert and spread her legs. She had about a one inch strip of pubic hair but her lips were bare as I sidled over to her and lowered my head into her pussy. Robert began to stroke my ass as I ate Helen out. She must have been excited because it seemed as if she came in no time. I continued to lick as Robert was fingering my pussy. He stopped long enough to grab me by the hair and force my mouth back on his cock. As I began to suck on him again I thought I would have to do something unique to get him hard that quickly so I began to lick his balls and the underside of his cock. Ellen was now behind me as I sucked Robert. She began to spank me, not hard at first, as I sucked. Robert was getting hard and Ellen kept spanking as Robert told me to climb on his cock. Ellen stopped as I climbed on his cock and lowered myself down until he was all the way in.

I rode his cock and Ellen said that she was amazed Robert had gotten hard. She was even more amazed when he came a second time. I rubbed Robert’s cock with my pussy until he slid out as his cum dripped out. Ellen pulled me off and buried her face in my pussy. She at up the small amount of cum quickly but kept on licking me until I was bucking in her face with a really good cum! Funny, I thought that I was supposed to be the slave.

After we recovered, Robert got us some wine and went over the rules they wanted me to follow.

“The first rule will be easy because you don’t have any clothes so no matter who is here, we want you naked. You are to service us or our guests in any way they wish. The limits and your safe word will be rigidly followed. We will punish any disobedience but we want you to be aware that you will be doing things that you have never done before and you may not like them but you will do them anyway and do so willingly. If you understand this, slave, crawl over to the bench and wait for Ellen.”

I crawled to the bench. Ellen came over and told me to lay over the middle and spread my legs. I did as I was told and Ellen quickly attached my feet to the supports at the bottom of this bench that was more like a padded saw horse. She then pulled my arms down the front legs and secured my wrists and fastened a strap across my lower back to hold me in place.

Ellen ran her hand over my ass and then began to spank hard enough to have me squirming. When she stopped I could tell she had done a good job because my butt was tingling. She wasn’t done. She walked over to the wall and took down a wide leather strap. She said that I was going to get 12 strokes and to count each one and thank her for strapping me. She began.

“One.Thank you for strapping me,” as the first one landed across both cheeks.

“Two. Thank you for strapping me,” as the second landed a bit lower.

I don’t remember where the others landed but I was howling until I had counted 12 strokes. Ellen put the strap down and picked up a riding crop which she flicked on my pussy a number of times. I am not certain how many times she hit my pussy but I heard Robert say “our slave is really wriggling.”

Ellen stopped and gently rubbed my butt and worked down to my pussy, which was now sore. I moaned but Ellen pushed 3 fingers into me hard. She twisted them around for a bit and I could feel my juices covering her fingers. She brought me close to second orgasm and then withdrew her fingers. She started to probe my asshole and was able to put a finger in all the way. Robert got up and brought her some lube which she generously applied to my ass. She took a medium butt plug and held it up to my face.

“You will keep this in all night, do you understand, slave?”

I answered, “Yes Mistress.”

Ellen pushed the plug all the way in with one push.

I was uncuffed from the bench and taken upstairs. In their bedroom I slept between the two of them, occasionally being touched by one or the other.

Robert woke me the next morning. He wanted me to follow him into the bathroom. He told me to kneel in the tub and I did. He held his cock in his hand and aimed toward my face. Mike, I don’t know why but I was so believing that I was his slave that I did what I thought I should do. I opened my mouth as he began to piss. I took as much as I could I my mouth and as bitter as it was I swallowed. He kept aiming his piss on my face and when I had swallowed I opened my mouth bağcılar escort again and took whatever he had left and swallowed that, too. He stuck his cock in my mouth when he was through and I sucked him until he came, taken all his cum down my throat. He told me to remove my butt plug and to shower. He then left.

“That was some show!”

Ellen had come into the bathroom. I thought she would want to pee in my mouth, too, but I was only half right. She sat on the toilet to pee and when she was finished she ordered me to crawl out of the tub and lick her clean. I complied. Ellen waited in the bathroom while I showered and dried myself.

Ellen told me to follow her into the bedroom. Still naked, she touched me on the shoulder and said “Ginny.” I knew she wanted to talk with me and not slave.

“You are really into this, aren’t you?”

I thought for a moment and said to her that during the auction I was scared but that once the auction was over I began to drift into what my husband calls subspace. I was a slave and I had hoped that you and Robert would follow the rules and though I may not like or want to do everything you make me do, I will do it. I’ve never done what we just did but, it is sort of funny, I knew what was expected of me. God, it was kinky.

Ellen said that Robert was downstairs making the final arrangements for this afternoon. We’ve invited four people over, so you will be busy. Not a great deal of pain, I don’t think, but you will be stretched. Tonight will be just the three of us. Ellen got up and said, “Slave, time to eat.”

We went down to eat. When we’re finished, Robert told me to go back to the bathroom. He said that Ellen would set up enemas in order to insure that I had a cleaned out ass. Robert said it was going to get a workout and needed to be clean. After eating some fruit and pastry Ellen put on my nipple clips and led me upstairs into their bathroom. She told me to spread a towel on the floor and told me to kneel down, face down ass up. I did as I was told while Ellen filled an enema bag with water and something else that I couldn’t see. Once filled she hung the bag on the shower and eased the tube in. In didn’t hurt until she released the valve and the liquid started to flow. As my belly began to swell, the discomfort rose until I begged Ellen to stop. She said just a little more and removed the nozzle but quickly inserted the butt plug to stop any leaking.

Ellen repeated the process twice. Each time she used a larger plug to stop the flow. After the third enema I was passing clean water and Ellen put lube in my ass. She touched my shoulder and said, “This will help, Ginny.”

Ellen finished up and we returned to their living room. Robert said that he had invited two couples over. They were friends and they had been made aware that I was going to bid on a sex slave. I said that if I won, I would be a good friend and share. You will obey them as you would Ellen or me. I answered, “Yes, Master.”

“Do you want to continue or do you want to go to bed?” Mike asked me.

“I would like another glass of wine and to continue as I have so much more to tell you,” I said

Mike got us wine and I continued.

It was early afternoon when the guests arrived. Both couples were in their late 40’s, about the same ages as Ellen and Robert. I was told to go down to the playroom dungeon. Before I did, Ellen had me stand and put on my wrists in the cuffs and attached them to the collar. Ellen told me to keep my elbows back so that my tits thrust forward. Robert was now in front of me attaching the nipple clips. Helping me stand, Robert slapped and squeezed my ass and sent me downstairs. Robert said that I would find a mattress on the floor and that I should kneel on that. I asked if I should have my head down and ass up but Robert said just to kneel.

Robert and Ellen brought the guests downstairs. Stuart was a good looking man, tall with grey hair and Marlene was introduced as his wife. She was blonde, a bit busty and not as tall as me. When she was introduced she said hello slave and pulled on the chain that connected the nipple clips. I sucked in my breath as she pulled and she looked deep into my eyes. I wondered what she saw?

The second couple was Steven and Kelly. Kelly was cute with short red hair. She was wearing a short skirt that showed a pair of nice legs. I was jealous.

“Hey,” Mike said. “You have great legs.”

“Aww.Thanks, sweetheart.”

Steven was medium build and good looking. Now, Robert took over.

You know I have purchased Ginny here as a sex slave for the weekend. I have explained to you her limits and you have agreed to follow them. So, she is to be called slave. Slave, go to each guest and great them in the proper manner. Ellen unhooked my cuffs from the collar and I crawled toward Stuart. I lowered his fly and reached in for his cock. Nice one I thought. I worked his cock into my mouth and ümraniye escort began to suck him off. All Stuart could do was say oh my and in a minute or two I had him pumping his load into my mouth. All the others were getting undressed and Marlene was laying on the mattress with her legs spread. She had a very hairy bush so I moved as much as I could and brought my tongue down on her slit. As I was doing her, I felt a hand rubbing my pussy. I didn’t know who it was but it felt wonderful.

Marlene was bucking her hips and one of the women was stuffing my pussy with her fingers. Marlene grabbed the back of my head and held my face on her clit until she came. My secret tormentor now had four fingers in my pussy, when I heard Robert say, now Kelly, don’t stretch her out two much. You know what’s coming. Kelly giggled and with a wet squelching sound she withdrew with a slap on my ass. That meant that Kelly or Steven was next. Steven told Kelly to have her fun. I told you that Kelly was a red head but you couldn’t tell by her pussy because it was as bare and smooth as mine.

Kelly was, as I would learn, a bit of a wild one. She didn’t lay down in front of me. She went to the wall and took down a harness which she stepped into and attached a long rubber cock to the harness.

“This will loosen her up,” she said and she told me to kneel on the mattress with my head down and my ass up in the air. She stuck one then two fingers in my ass and remarked to Ellen that she had lubed me good. She said to get ready and I could feel the tip of the dildo, which had to be 7 or 8 inches long, touch the opening of my ass. Kelly’s method of insertion was push I an inch or two then back and then thrust forward another inch. The lube made the process easy, and Mike, she was in to the hilt in mere minutes. She reached under me and found my clit while she was all the way in my ass. I came hard. Kelly stroked my ass as I came down from my cumming and said my turn, and withdrew from my ass and then undid her harness, handing it to Ellen. Kelly grabbed her legs behind her knees and lifted so I had complete access to her pussy. She told me to lick her asshole first and then make her cum. Being the good slave, I did as I was told.

Steven came up to me and pushed his cock in my mouth. He was already hard and he was squirting large amounts of cum into my mouth in no time.

Ellen came up to me and put her hand on my shoulder and said that the guests had questions and would I please answer them. I said that I would. The questions were what I expected. Was I doing this consensually. Yes. Was my husband forcing me to do this? No, he supported my decision to indulge this fantasy. Do you like being naked in front of people? Yes. Do you know what is going to happen next? I had an idea.

Ellen then said,”Slave, stand up. Leading me over to the cross she fastened my hands upward to the top portion of the x and spread my ankles to the bottom portion.

Ellen invited the ladies over and said, “Remember, no lasting marks but a red ass and thighs is perfectly acceptable. Ellen took a small leather paddle and went to work on my ass. Kelly had a crop and was flicking my pussy between the strokes from Ellen. Marlene had a wooden sorority paddle and she wanted the two women out of the way as she gave me six hard swats across my ass. When she was done, Ellen continued with her paddling and Kelly with her pussy whipping. Mike, I lost it. I screamed!

But my screams were drowned out by the shouts of someone’s voice that I didn’t recognize.

“Mom, what are you doing!”

I couldn’t see but Ellen was running to the stairs and Kelly and Marlene were standing trying to cover themselves. Robert swore. The others were now wondering what to do. But Robert took control. He said Ellen will handle it.

“I brought you here to share our slave so let’s do that. Meredith is old enough to know. Ellen will explain.

Robert told Kelly and Marlene to unhook me from the x-frame.

I heard Robert say, “I know I’m in her ass, who wants what?”

Steven said pussy, and Stuart said, “I guess that leaves her mouth.”

Steven laid down on the mattress. I didn’t have to do anything since his cock was already hard. I climb on and slid down the length of his shaft. When it was all the way in, Kelly pushed me forward and reapplied lube to my asshole. Robert got behind me and began to push his cock into my ass, eventually getting all the way in. It hurt but I was going to do this. Stuart stood to the side of Steven’s head and placed his cock by my mouth. I opened and let him slide in gagging as he forced his cock down my throat.

Obviously, the feeling was overwhelming. I never had that much cock in me. The gagging from the cock in my mouth eased as did the pain Robert’s cock was causing in my asshole. But the footsteps coming down to the playroom had everyone’s attention.

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Ellen said, “Michelle wants to watch.” And watch she did as her father grunted as he pushed his cock all the way ii and then almost all the way out. Stuart was cumming and as he did he said don’t swallow. He wanted me to show Michelle the come in my mouth. I did as I was told and showed Michelle the cum I had collected in my mouth. Robert came in my ass and as he pulled out, some cum leaked out. Having me to himself, Steven was cumming with some final thrusts.

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“Andrew, I have a little job for you.”

Fear inspiring words those, especially when coming from your mother.

“Yes?” I said, drawing the word out to let her know I was both reluctant and suspicious.

“Don’t worry,” mother said cheerfully. “It’s right up your alley. It’s about computers.

“Go on,” I said, feeling even more dubious about it.

“Muriel’s daughter, you remember Natalie, such a sweet girl. She’s in college now and doing quite well. Quite a bright young thing. She just needs a minor bit of help about computers. I told Muriel you’d be only too pleased to assist her. You know all about computers and can tell her everything she needs to know.”

“Natalie,” I said thoughtfully. “Ah, the Natalie I remember, while as you say, quite bright in some areas, was what I would call technically challenged. I mean, she needed instructions on how to open a door. Anything more intricate than a door handle was foreign territory to her.”

“That’s a bit unfair,” mother said huffily. “That door handle was a tricky one. Anyway, she has to write an assignment on how computers operate and I promised Muriel you’d help.”

I wanted to ask what was tricky about turning a knob properly but thought it wiser not to. It appeared that I was going to be giving Natalie a hand no matter what I said.

“OK. When can I expect her? How old is she now? Do I prepare material for a middle grade or a senior?”

“Nearly nineteen, now. Um, I’ve arranged for you to drop by Muriel’s place Saturday afternoon about two.”

Why, thank you, mother. I do enjoy my Saturdays being scheduled for me. It’s not as though I would be using them for my own purposes.

So at two o’clock on a Saturday afternoon I was knocking on Muriel’s door so I could advise Natalie about computers.

“If that’s you, Andy, come on in. I’m in the kitchen. If it’s not Andy, go away, I’m busy.”

The voice was softer and a lot more charming than the booming foghorn I’d heard Muriel use so I was guessing that the speaker was Natalie and she was inviting me in. I entered and wander towards the back of the house where I assumed the kitchen was. I stepped into the kitchen and there was Natalie.

There was a clunk as my jaw dropped and hit the floor. Accompanying the clunk was a choking sound and a thump. The choking sound was caused by me swallowing my tongue. The thump was also me, hitting my chest in the hope that I could restart a heart that had just seized up. If you’re thinking I’d just received a shock you’d be right.

Natalie was standing in the middle of the kitchen, facing me, totally and gloriously naked. I mean as bare as a new born babe. She was blonde, which was something I hadn’t remembered about her, and a natural blonde at that. This was demonstrated by the cute little arrow that pointed the way to glory. Full breasted I think is the term to describe women like her. Her breasts stood out proudly. Not an over-abundance but certainly enough for any red-blooded man, and my blood was feeling redder by the second.

“I’m sorry you got dragged out like this, Andy,” Natalie was saying. “It wasn’t my idea, I assure you. My mother and yours got a bee in their respective bonnets just because I was having a few problems with this assignment. Ah, are you all right?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” I managed to say. “I was just a bit surprised, is all.”

“Why?” she asked and then must have seen my eyes running over her. She looked down at herself and burst out giggling.

“Oh, how silly of me,” she giggled. “You must think I’m a right idiot. I completely forgot that with mother out of the house I took the chance to go au natural for a while and I completely forgot to get dressed again. It drives her wild when I run around like this.”

“I can’t see why,” I said cautiously. “I think you look marvellous. No need to get dressed on my behalf.”

“Oh, really? Mother always says it would upset anyone who visited. I couldn’t see why, myself.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I told her. “Ah, about this assignment. Do you have to write up about the software or the hardware?”

Natalie looked sefaköy escort blank. “Um, it’s about computers,” she said carefully.

Yep. Still technically challenged.

“How about you let me see what the assignment requirements are and then I can explain what I can do to help you meet those requirements?”

“Right,” she said. “Come on through.”

She brushed past me and wandered off down the hall with me following her swishing bottom as though fastened to it by a leash. She turned into her bedroom, of all places, and sat down at a desk, indicating I should sit next to her. She had a laptop there and she turned it on and found the assignment.

As far as I was concerned it was a nothing assignment. I showed Natalie where to look up the information on her own PC, making her take notes so she could find her way back to those places unaided. I helped her identify just what the various components of the computer were and what they did, again making sure she took notes as she went.

By the time I’d finished she both understood the assignment and knew what to put in it. How well she expressed herself was her problem. Actually doing the assignment for her was another thing entirely. Not my job.

If you think the whole thing was easy let me remind you that she was sitting next to me stark staring naked. She’d bounce lightly in her seat and her breasts would bounce along, continuing to bounce after she’d stopped. She’d twist from side to side and her breasts would sway in a similar manner. It was an interesting experience.

“I think you now have enough to finish your assignment. Yes?”

“Yes,” agreed Natalie, sounding very pleased. “Thank you. You’ve made it all a lot simpler.”

“Glad to have helped,” I said, rising to my feet and stretching.

I held out a hand and helped Natalie to her feet. She stood in front of me, at first smiling happily, then looking puzzled.

“Ah, what are you doing?” she asked.

I’d have though it pretty obvious myself. I was holding her breasts, stroking them, getting to know them.

“It’s called petting or foreplay,” I told her. “It’s the sort of thing men do when they’re about to have sex with a woman.”

“Oh,” she said, thinking about it.

“Wait a minute,” she continued after thinking. “Are you saying you want to have sex with me?”

“Not exactly. What I was hinting is that I am going to have sex with you. To be blunt, I’m going to lay you on your bed and fuck you ragged, if you’ll excuse the crudity of the language.”

One of my hands deserted the breast it had been fondling and went downstairs, closing over her pussy and starting a massage.

“H-Hey, just back up a minute there. What on earth makes you think I’m going to let you do any such thing? Are you crazy?”

“Natalie, you’re naked. In your bedroom. With a man. No-one else home. If you add all these things together what do you come up with?”

“Um, you leaving?”

“Not exactly. I was thinking it adds up to you lying on the bed waiting for me to demonstrate my amazing masculinity?”

“You have to have the amazing masculinity before you can show it,” Natalie grumbled. “This is just not on. I don’t do this sort of thing. Not with you, not with anyone.”

“Are you hinting that you may be a virgin?” I asked, curious. “If so, where did you get the nerve to strip off in front of me?”

“No, I haven’t had sex with anyone. I didn’t strip off in front of you. I was already undressed before you came.”

“But why, if you weren’t expecting at least a pass?”

“I’m allowed to be naked if I want to be. I often wander around the house naked.”

“In front of men?”

“Well, no. Mother would go spare if I did that.”

“So would the men, I assure you. So why was I so lucky as to get a perfect full frontal?”

“I forgot you were coming and when you arrived I forgot I wasn’t dressed. When I remembered you said it didn’t matter so I didn’t bother getting dressed again. It’s not fair to blame me now.”

“Who’s blaming?” I asked with a grin. “I’m quite grateful. beykent escort I’m also going to take full advantage of an interesting situation.”

The entire time we were, ah, discussing the situation, I had been stroking and playing with her. My hands had caressed breasts, mound and bottom, feeling her reactions. She was flushed and breathing hard, nipples erect. She hadn’t made any attempt to push my hands away or to step back out of reach. She may have felt she had to express reluctance but she was more than ready for things to progress.

I took a step back and unzipped, bringing my offering out into the light. If we were going to play it seemed only fair that she see what she’d be playing with. She looked down at my erection and blinked, and there was an odd look on her face.

“My god,” she said softly. “You’re serious. You really intend to make love to me.”

What the hell had I just been saying? I’d been playing with her breasts and stroking her lips and she thought I was kidding?

“You don’t seriously mean to tell me that you thought I was just pretending, do you?” I asked her.

“Well, yes,” she admitted. “No-one has ever wanted to make love to me before.”

“Natalie, you’re kidding yourself. Nine out of ten men who see you want to drag you off to bed. The tenth man is either too old or gay. And if they saw you standing in front of them like that the old man would find he’s young enough and the gay man would admit that maybe he should experiment more.”

She looked at me, shaking her head slightly as though trying to deny it, saying, “But,” but not having anything else to say.

“You seem a little surprised over this. Don’t worry. I will demonstrate how serious I am.”

I took hold of her arm and eased her over to and then onto the bed. She could not be that innocent and naïve, I was telling myself, but she still seemed to have doubts.

I persuaded her to lie down properly, slipping a hand between her knees and easing her legs well apart. That done my hands started wandering again. I also kissed her lightly, encouraging her to respond. Once she did I started trailing my lips across her face and down onto her breasts. While I nuzzled her breasts and nibble on tasty pieces my fingers were exploring. My sense of touch confirmed that yes, she was a virgin, and yes, she was warm and wet and ready.

“OK,” I told her. “Just relax and watch. You’ll find you get the idea pretty quickly.” She was certainly going to get my cock pretty quickly.

Kneeling between her thighs I brushed the head of my erection back and forth along her slit. She could feel me rubbing against her lips and her breath was coming quicker. When I stopped brushing and started pressing she actually stopped breathing for a second. Then she started up with a rush.

“Wait a minute,” she said quickly. “You’re not really going to try to put that thing inside me, are you? You are! Oh my goodness I don’t believe this. This has never happened before.”

“Not to you, maybe,” I interrupted, “but I assure you it’s happened to an awful lot of other women. I can also assure you that this won’t be the last time it happens to you.”

She kept on talking while I pushed steadily into her. The only time her voice faltered was when her cherry fell by the wayside, this causing her to gasp, followed immediately by a horrified exclamation that I’d just broken her cherry, something that I already knew.

I didn’t delay with that initial thrust but I didn’t rush it either. I drove home smoothly, giving her time to adjust to the feeling of me inside her, accompanied by a running commentary the whole way as she talked herself into believing what was happening. Don’t ask me. I’d have thought having a cock inserted would be self-explanatory, but not according to Natalie. She had to convince herself.

With my cock fully extended, shall we say, my hands sought and found her breasts, closing over them, accepting the lovely treasures gratefully.

“Tell me, Natalie,” I said, “now that we’ve gone this far do you know how to continue?”

“I’m kayaşehir escort not an idiot,” she said hotly. “What makes you think I wouldn’t know?”

“Ah, your incredible naiveté, perhaps?” I suggest, “Well?”

She glared at me for a minute, eyes hot, and then she seemed to relax. Well, as much as she could relax with a man on top of her, and in her, and playing with her breasts.

“Not really,” she admitted. “Theoretical only. Virgin, remember?”

“Ex-virgin,” I murmured, and went on to explain what I’d be doing and what she might like to do in response. No compulsion. Only if she felt it appropriate.

Theory complete I proceeded with the practical application, pulling back a little and pushing back home, just enough of a stroke for her to get a feel for it. After that I built on it, pulling back a little more and encouraging her to meet me when I drove in. She was rather tentative about it at first but she very quickly got into the swing of it.

It wasn’t long and I was pulling almost all the way out and returning with some vigour, Natalie meeting me and showing just as much vim and verve as she pushed up against me. I was having a fine time and from the way Natalie was carrying on she wasn’t doing too badly either. I made a note that if I was ever in a position to play with Natalie in the future I’d bring a gag with me.

She talked. She described what I was doing and how it felt. She told me what she was doing, as if I didn’t know, being on the receiving end. She talked about what we were doing, wondered why I had the nerve to do this to her, wondered why she had never done it before, and wondered if I was going to do it again sometime.

It wasn’t until I picked up a little extra speed that her voice finally died away, the effort of keeping up with me leaving her with insufficient breath to talk. That didn’t mean she was silent. She gave a lusty little cry every time I drove home, interspersed with cries of yes, ah, more.

The way Natalie was acting I didn’t worry about whether she was going to climax or not. The only question was when. I was hot to trot and felt I could keep going for a while. She, on the other hand, was ripe to explode, and I figured it could happen at any moment.

I wasn’t wrong there. One thrust too many and she went up in flames. Very noisy flames, too, as she was shrieking like crazy as her orgasm burned through her. I simply slowed a little while she went through it, waiting for her to finish. As soon as she started to calm down I resumed my fun and games, driving in hard and fast.

Natalie was all confused by the fact that I was still going. Trusting in the fact that if a woman has multiple orgasms then the second is normally better than the first I told her not to worry. That sort of thing was normal and just the appetizer and she had to keep bouncing.

She looked rather startled at that but was very quickly back with the action, giving her best as I kept my rhythm going nice and fast. This time when it looked as though she was almost ready I was perfectly ready to let rip. I really started pounding into her, almost bouncing her clear off the bed I was coming in so hard. She only needed a little of this and she climaxed again, with the same godawful scream, while I let go with just a humble groan of relief.

We lay on the bed for a few minutes, getting ourselves together again. Then I was up and zipping up, suggesting she might like a quick shower. I lingered for a short while, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom, wanting to make sure she was OK and not having guilty thoughts now that it was over.

Fat chance of that. She came bouncing out of the bathroom, all bright and glowing and naked. Not even a towel. I’d have dragged her straight back to the bedroom but wasn’t sure if I’d be able to manage. Reluctantly I allowed her to escort me to the front door. I gave her a quick kiss and departed.

I was halfway down her path when a delivery truck pulled up and this guy gets out. He grabs this parcel and offered it to me for a signature. I shook my head and told him I was just a visitor so he barrelled on past and rang the doorbell. I waited, curious.

The door opened and the delivery guy spoke.

“Afternoon,” he said, “I – Holy shit, I, ah, that is, signature.”

A few seconds later he came tottering past, looking stunned. I will guarantee that any deliveries to Natalie’s place, that guy will insist on delivering them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then I stopped. She needed to wait.

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

“Look, Maryam.”

“Yes,” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Sir.”

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

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

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Influencer.

How do you become an Influencer?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you going to edit it first?”

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

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

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

“Did that go out too?”

“Yes it’s as a follow on.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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This is a work of fiction, Darling. Well, sort of. The narrator is me, of course, and the object of affection is Alexander and he is real, too. We would have to get together to discuss some of the order and events to determine they are either entirely fictional or accurate. I certainly will never forget them, and they were one of those tipping points we encounter. And fun!

It features explicit descriptions of sex between men. None of them at the time of these purely fictional interludes were underage, and all were between men of legal standing for purposes of intimacy.

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Chapter One: Men on the Moon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was powerful stuff.

I knew that.

The Men’s Department

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

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

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

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

“O.K.” I said. “I can handle that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alexander the Great

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alexander it is” I said. “Sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who did? The family?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s complicated” I stammered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shoot, I am a fucking homo, I thought.

Now what the fuck do I do about that?

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

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

Chapter 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I never miss, why?” I replied.

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

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

“How far would it go?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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