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Here is a young love / incest story I wrote over a year ago. It was well received on another site, so I have copied it here. Tell me your thoughts.
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I have been with Gina for about three years now. She is all the woman a man could ever dream of having. Sweet, kind, considerate, with a considerable desire to please! We had been living together most of that time, living as a family, Gina, her daughter and I, with only the marriage part missing. See, Gina had been through a rough life. Shitty childhood, crappy marriage, an all around rough time, and she was showing it when we met. She had no self esteem, working a dead end job, no future and no hope of a future, but I saw something in her that I thought was special, a special caring that was only partly obscured and, I felt, only needed a little polishing to really come out, and in time I was greatly rewarded for my efforts. With some loving and a little time she came out of her funk and began to have dreams and goals again. She still wasn’t ready to marry me like I wanted, but she wasn’t about to let me go either so I was content.

Gina was a petite strawberry blond, about five feet in heels, trim figure, B cups, and she never once complained about my eight plus inch cock being a problem, in fact she always attacked it with gusto, and even after all day or night fuck sessions she didn’t admit to being sore.

Her daughter Kari was already a few inches taller than Gina, her body was very thin and flat chested, but with a nice well rounded ass. She kept herself plain, no makeup to hide her freckles and her strawberry blond hair was straight and shoulder length, she would probably be a slightly taller version of her mother.

One early fall day Gina and I both decided to play hooky from work, as it was a warm day and we had not had much private time away from her daughter Kari. I loved Kari as if she was my own, but she did have a habit of interrupting me and her mom’s more passionate movements, frustrating the hell out of me. We began that day as soon as Kari was out the door, our clothes a trail from the kitchen to the bed room, shorts, then socks on the floor, shirt on a chair, bra on a door handle, you get the idea. We were both horney as hell so once the love making began it only took us a few minutes to complete, but that was OK because we had all day.

As we lay there, me on my back, Gina with her head on my chest, our breathing slowing, our skin cooling with sweat, Gina began to speak, “Joe… you remember that time I asked you what it was you always wanted to do, but didn’t think you would ever get the chance?

“Which one, see the top of Everest or screw a young Rachel Welch” I teased?

Gina slapped my chest and said “I’m serious”.

“Sorry” I replied. “I’m not sure, remind me”.

“A few months back, you and I were down town that warm afternoon… you were a little buzzed…” she paused.

It came back to me, one of those throw away statements you use to get a reaction out of someone. I had said I always wanted a virgin, but had never been with one and it looked like I never would. I asked “the virgin thing”?

“That’s it” she said.

“What about it? You gonna tell me you were a virgin and Kari’s not yours?

“NO” she said and slapped my chest again, “but what would you think if I said you could get that wish”.

Wondering what the trap was, I proceeded cautiously, this kind of teasing could be fun or get me in trouble! “I would wonder if you were trying to tell me to pack up and go”.

Gina lifted her head and looked at me “I have no plans to let you go, you’re stuck with me for the rest of my life so try again”.

“Oh no” I said, I’m not looking for trouble, especially exposed to you like I am, motioning to my cock with my eyes, “If I answer wrong I could be in a world of hurt”.

Gina smiled and gently grasped my cock, her hand seeming tiny in comparison, she smiled and said” relax, I’m not done with this yet…. Do you remember what I told you about my first time”?

“Yeah” I said “Sounded pretty typical, a lot of anticipation and a big letdown, at least for you”.

“Well… that’s not the whole truth. I never told the real story to anyone, but I have no doubt the others involved told a whole lot o’ people”. She became quiet again, then she lifted herself up and sat facing my cross legged, hands clasped together between her legs. “I was running around with this group at school. I thought I was so cool that they accepted me. The popular kids had their friends, the nerds had theirs, and I just didn’t fit in anywhere, so I found this group of losers. They played me like a fool! I would steal stuff from the store for them, I stole money from my parents for them, I did whatever they wanted because I wanted them to like me… I needed them to like me”.

I remained quiet, she didn’t unload on me like this very often, so when she did I knew how important it was to her. I let her go on.

“One day my FRIENDS invited me to a party one was having at his house. His parents were gone, and left him alone. Wow I thought a REAL party, with beer and maybe pot, man was I excited. It was Friday and we went straight to his house with four other guys, they said there would be some of the girls in the group coming later. God was I an idiot….” Again she was silent, staring at the ceiling, I saw a tear on each cheek, in a whisper she said “They raped me….”

I sat in stunned silence. I knew her parents had been losers, the best thing they ever did for Gina was both die the same year she turned eighteen. This was not the time to speak, I had nothing to say, this was beyond my experience and what happened was way beyond my control, all I could do was give her all my attention. “I’m listening sweet heart”.

She dropped her eyes to me and gave me a smile “I know you are my love, and that’s why I knew I could trust you with this. I never even told this to Kari’s father…. All weekend they kept me in that house. When I tried to scream they stuffed a sweaty sock in my mouth, when I struggled they slapped me, they hit me… and when I kicked at them….” Again she paused, sobbing, her tears ran freely down her cheek, she sniffed and absentmindedly she ran her nose across her upper arm. When she composed herself some she continued “They held my legs open and each took a turn with me, one after another, hour after hour, again and again. They called me names no young girl deserves to be called, said this was all I was good for”. Now she was becoming more animated, angrier “They called their friends and more came over, some with their girlfriends who watched and didn’t do a damn thing to stop it. It didn’t stop until Monday morning….” She stopped and sighed then again quietly continued “They threw me my clothes said if I told anyone they would just say I asked for it, or their parents were lawyers and a loser like me couldn’t get them in trouble, that kind of bull shit. They kept saying that shit, and other stuff while we walked to school, well half way there I took off running for home, all the while them laughing and saying ‘run home loser, run home to the drunks’, hell they knew my parents wouldn’t do a damn thing. When I got home I ran inside and my mom was in front of the T.V., vodka in her hand like always, and her eyes glassy and shit, all she did was look up at me and spit out ‘what do you want’”. Again Gina stopped to collect herself, wipe away her tears, and to swallow her sobs. I didn’t know what to think, this was pretty heavy stuff, and I was feeling helpless and I wasn’t even there. Eventually she went on “If EVER I needed the love of my mother, or just another human being, it was that moment, and my mother was so involved with her booze she didn’t see her own daughter standing in front of her crying out for help. I was still covered in their filth, I couldn’t out run the smell of their sex, so I went to my room, stripped out of my clothes climbed into the shower and washed it off… I washed my clothes not feeling anything at that point, I just felt numb. Mom was blotto by then, so I took one of her half drunken vodka bottles and polished it off myself, puked and then climbed into bed for two days… and you know what”? Her sobs returned and she struggled to finish “my parents never checked on me”.

Wow, I was emotionally drained after that and still at a loss for words so I continued to be silent.

Gina broke the silence by saying “Now you know why I’m so fucked up” and she gave a little laugh.

I reached for her, all I wanted to do was fold her into my arms and protect her from the demons I now knew had been, and were still tormenting her. She melted into me and her sobs grew to a full cry and I just let her cry, stroking her hair, and giving her the love she had been denied as a child, and loving her all the more for telling me her story. “I don’t know what to say, I’m afraid I just don’t have an answer for this”.

Gina pulled back finally with a weak smile “you don’t need to say anything silly, your love has helped me more than you can imagine”. Placing a hand on my chest and running her fingers in my chest hair she said “I never knew love until you came into my life…. I mean, I knew the love of my child, and the love I had for her, but the rest of me was empty, and I was afraid of what my life would be like without it”. Gina began to pat my chest, and looking down she said “which brings me to the question I need to ask you”.

“Anything” I said.

“Kari is so much like me. She is always complaining about being unhappy at school, you know, no one likes her, she’s not pretty or popular…. You know she hasn’t even had her period yet”.

“That’s no big deal, what did the doctor say her last check up”?

“It doesn’t matter what the doctor said, to Kari she is still inadequate, and it’s just another thing to be self conscious about. She’s going to be fourteen next week, she’s in the eighth grade and all this is important to her, and I don’t have any answers that she likes”.

“OK… well we will work together and get her through this. You can ell her your story….”

“Are you kidding? She’ll just think I made it up to keep her away from the losers she hanging out with….”

Now it was my turn to interrupt “Wait, how do you know she’s hanging with losers”?

She dropped her head again and said sheepishly “I spied on her” and quickly added “I’m her mom and I have a right to”.

Laughing I said “Whoa there little lady, I think you should keep tabs on who she’s with and what she’s doing, you’ll get no argument from me”.

“Well, I thought you might not understand so I didn’t tell you. I volunteered at her school a bunch of times and I saw who she was with and I saw myself about her age.” Gina looked into my eyes and continued “This is why I want you to be Kari’s first”.

“WHAT” I said, incredulous? “I love her as my own daughter, and what you’re asking is definitely a violation of that kind of trust”.

“I know, I know, but hear me out. Of all the men I have ever known only YOU have shown me true love, and of all the men in Kari’s life only YOU have shown her true love. Look… her insecurity is binding her to these losers, ties that I can’t break. I’ve been trying since I found out….”

“How come I haven’t heard about this before” I asked? “I haven’t seen any troubles or heard her talk about these guys….”

Gina jumped in and said “Because she loves you, I’m just her mom, but you’re a man, a big strong mysterious man”. Then smiling she added “The bringer of happiness AND pleasure, she knows there is something special about you. I wish you could see the change when you come home at night. Before she is all doom and gloom, she argues and moans about EVERYTHING, when you come in it’s like a switch and she is suddenly all sweetness and nice, and everything is great. She loves you and she wants YOU.

I sat there stunned again “Did I mention it’s illegal? Look, I know you’re worried, but if we work together we can solve this without a lifetime on any sex offender list”.

“That won’t happen, I can guarantee it” she was adamant.

“How” I asked? “How can you? How can you know what she wants, what she feels”?

Sobbing again she answered “Because I KNOW…. Do you know I went back to hanging with the sons o’ bitches who raped me? I didn’t even have sense enough to stay away from them…. I didn’t think I was worth anything and Kari is just… like… me. She doesn’t think she is worthy of love and my love just isn’t enough to save her, I need you…she needs you…. Please Joe” she said “Take her, take her like you took me, show her a man’s love just like you showed me, show her she really is worthy of a man’s love before it’s too late, just like you showed me”.

I stared at Gina, not blinking, and she stared back until she broke the tension by taking hold of my cock and saying “Do it or I’ll bite this off”.

I gave a nervous chuckle “You might have to, I don’t think I can do it….”

“Please” She begged. “Look, I know I’m asking a lot, but you are the only man I trust with my daughter. I sure as hell don’t trust the kids she’s hanging out with…. Please Joe…. I don’t know what else I can say”.

I sat a moment then said “OK, I believe you mean everything you say, and I believe you really are worried, but sex… my god that opens a whole can of emotional worms doesn’t it? What if she doesn’t want it, or worse, what if she does, and she likes it? Too many what ifs… I don’t think you have really considered all the possible problems.

“The hell I haven’t” she answered seemingly offended. “Look, I know you pretty well and after all I have seen I know you won’t force yourself on her, no matter how turned on you are, I can trust you to make the best decision for Kari”.

“OK, I agree, and that’s why I’m against this now, I’m thinking of Kari, but now consider if she does like it, if she really enjoys it….”

“She will” Gina interjected.

“Maybe, maybe, but what happens when she does and after she has tasted it she wants more, if I don’t give her what she wants she could end up right back with the people you don’t want her to, and now she’s even more lost. Do you think she’s just going to say çekmeköy escort ‘that was nice, an now I can now wait until I find a nice good boy to love me’?

“I know, I know, I’ve thought about that to and I am fine sharing you with her until she figures things out”.

I again sat speechless, I admit the idea was beginning to turn me on and my defenses were breaking down, so against my better judgment I asked “OK, what did you have in mind, how is this going to happen, what was your plan?”

She smiled now, put her hands together and said “well… I kinda made reservations…for her birthday next week.”

“What, dinner reservations” I asked?

“No… Disneyland, for the whole week Tuesday to the next Monday for the three of us” and she looked at me a little worried.

“Gina” I implored. “You’re asking me to do something like this in a place like that?”

“Please listen to my reason before you blow me off…. I figure this will be a wonderful memory for her, and to have it on her birthday in the happiest place on earth… the memories will be so strong and powerful, she will KNOW she is loved, and she will KNOW she IS worth something” then when I didn’t answer she asked “So what do you think?”

“I think I’m as crazy as you”.

Gina brightened up, her tears almost dried, she sniffed and said “You’ll do it?”

“I will but on my terms OK?”

“What are you terms” she asked all business.

I thought a moment to gather my thoughts and said “OK, one thing is you will not be there when it happens, not in the room, not even in the same building, I want her to be completely comfortable and not worry about you interrupting”.

“Yeah, I think you’re right… I thought I might want to be there for her, but I see your point, I’ll give you two some privacy” she nodded her head then asked “Anything else?”

“Another thing is afterward you will not ask her any questions, if she wants to tell you she can, but I don’t want you to ask her a single thing about what happened, it’s a private matter between me and her and its none of your business” and I gave her a look to show I was serious.

“Agreed, anything else?”

“Yeah, one other thing” and I motioned to my cock, which I have to admit had started to fill with some desire as I became used to the idea of what Gina was asking, I said “This isn’t exactly small, and I don’t know that she won’t get hurt”.

Gina gave me a sly smile “I can’t guarantee anything, but I can say two things that might make you feel better” as she spoke she again reached for my dick and grabbed hold of it and continued. “One, she IS my daughter and I have never had any problem accepting you. Two I know for a fact she has been using my vibrator. I put that thing away after our first time and never touched it since, but it keeps ending up in different spots in my drawer, and it’s not exactly small either. Now, lie back” she said as she stroked my now hardening cock “and let me show you how happy you have made me”. And with that she took my cock in her mouth and we had sex for the second time that morning, and the emotional rollercoaster didn’t let up even after four lovemaking sessions that day, but we moved ahead with her plans.

This all started on a Wednesday, and since we weren’t leaving until the next Tuesday I was shocked when she said I would have to forgo sex until then, Gina wanted me to be good and horney for Kari. I was and then some when the day came to leave, we hadn’t told Kari and since it was a birthday surprise. Gina and I both got time off and packed that Monday while Kari was gone. I was walking around with a hard on that wouldn’t do away, and Gina would only give me a sympathetic pat on the arm and tell me it was for the best. Hell even the dog began to look good, and it was a boy!

Tuesday morning finally arrived, Gina and I were sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee when Kari came in and asked “what are you still doing here”?

“Good morning to you to” Gina said with a smile, which Kari returned with an ‘Oh MOM’ look. Gina went on and sprang the surprise “What have you been bugging me about wanting to do on your birthday for about as long as I can remember”?

Kari’s eyes brightened and her mouth opened “Oh my god, oh my god are we really going really, really, really”?

“Just as soon as you get some breakfast in you, we got a long drive”, Gina said.

I was all smiles outside, but inside I was screaming to be let off this crazy ride, but I also knew I was going to see it through. We were soon on the road only stopping for gas and rest room breaks. At one stop Gina left us alone for a few while she had to pee and Gina sat close to me and speaking softly she asked “Are you still OK with this? I know I kinda pressured you, but I really want you to be OK with this”.

I looked into her beautiful green eyes and said “Yes Gina, I did feel some pressure, but I love you and would do just about anything you asked, but I also love Kari and the same thing goes for her. If she really wants this I will gladly give her this”.

“I’m so glad” Gina said as her eyes began to water. “This means so much to me…. I love you”.

As we kissed Kari walked up and in a snide voice said “Get a room you two”.

“Don’t knock it till you try it” Gina said.

“Like that’s gonna happen any time soon” Kari shot back.

With some confidence Gina said “You might be surprised”.

I nudged Gina as if to say shut up. We continued on our way, Gina and I up front holding hands, Kari in back dancing in her seat to just about every song on the radio. I had a hard on just about the whole ride it seemed and Gina noticed it, teasing me every chance she got with all kinds of innuendo. Finally we got to the hotel went to our room. Kari began pestering us to go into the park, but we said no since it was going to close soon and convinced her to go for a swim in the pool with us instead. Kari changed in the bath while Gina and I changed in the room, Gina laughing at my erection, knowing I was stuck. With a towel over my crotch we went to the pool, and I managed to get it down befor I went in, but I had to get out and cover up soon after, I was going nuts.

When we got back to our room Gina told Kari to shower and I watched her cute ass as she walked away. As soon as the she was gone Gina looked at me and said, “You like that don’t you, dirty boy, then she came up to me and said “You poor thing, I should have known this would be too long for you”. She began to push down my suit and whispered, I think I can allow you one little cum, heck, we don’t want you hurting Kari with this thing”. Gina was on her knees, my cock in her mouth, and I came, just like that. Gina stood and smiled at me and wiping her mouth she said “Wow, you were ready, but now you really do have to wait”. She pulled me to her and kissed me. “You better pull those up before she comes out”.

That night we wandered around looking at the nearby shops and getting a bite to eat, going back to our room after dark. I was able to move around in my shorts and T shirt without anything popping up, the quick blow job helped out a lot. Gina and Kari had matching pajamas, two piece cotton ones with pink button tops and pink shorts with a draw string tie. Gina filled hers out better, but Kari was looking cute, and as usual she was always cute and bubbly with me, even asking if I would sleep with her that night. I’ll admit it was a long night for me my dick was hard all night, and the trip to the bathroom in the morning required a lot of contorting to hide the obvious bulge in my shorts.

We ate breakfast and hit the park at opening. All day Gina wouldn’t ride any ride that could get you sick, giving Kari and I a lot of alone time. Kari seemed to really enjoy it, grabbing onto me when she was scared, screaming and laughing. Finally the day was over. Being the off season, the park closed early so we slowly walked back to our room with Kari saying this is the best birthday ever and she wished the park was open later. When we got to our room Gina said she had a surprise for Kari, and she brought out a bottle of Champagne from the room refrigerator that she had hidden there when we left.

“I get to have Champagne” Kari asked wide eyed?

“Yes, this is a day of firsts” Gina said with a smile, and then she raised her glass “To Kari and the happiest place on earth”.

We all raised a glass and drank. Gina then shooed me into the bathroom to shower while she and Kari sat on the balcony to enjoy their Champagne. I came out in my shorts again, holding the towel to cover my excitement, and Gina quickly ushered Kari in to shower and get ready for her big night.

When she came back Gina handed me an envelope and said “The card in here explains it all to her”. Gina piled up the pillows at the head board and pulled back the blankets, then she said “Come here big guy” and she pulled out a big ribbon.

I said “You’re kidding, you’re gonna gift wrap it”?

“Why not” she asked sounding hurt?

“OK, OK, go ahead, but not too tight, don’t want to cut off the circulation” I said with mock seriousness.

“I’ll be back at midnight, if you need or want more time let me know and I’ll stay away longer”. Gina looked at me with her deep green eyes, and with love in her voice she softly said “Thank You Joe… I love you”.

“I love you too” I said, then “You better go the showers stopped. We kissed and she was gone.

I sat there nervous, my cock limp now that things had reached this point, my nerves overwhelming the excitement. Kari stepped out of the shower room and stepped to the mirror, I was out of site of her, but I kept catching a glimpse of her ass as she brushed and dried her hair. Finally I heard her finish and put things away, and then she stepped around the corner and gasped.

Kari put her hands to her mouth and said “Oh my god”. With her mouth open she looked around the room probably looking for her mom. “What’s going on Joe”.

I said “This birthday card explains it all Kari” and I held it out to her. Kari stepped close enough to take it and I was having serious doubts about what we were doing.

Kari read it in silence, her face never changing from the initial shock, her eyes darting back and forth with each line. She finally looked at me “I’m not sure I get it”.

“Your mom wants your first time to be with someone who cares deeply about you and she felt you would like that person to be me” I said with more than a hint of nervousness. This is crazy I thought, I’m going to jail for sure.

“Is she making you do this” Kari asked looking confused?

“No sweetie, not at all, here, sit” and I patted the bed next to me and after she sat down I explained the whole background story, not her loser friends, but everything else, even many of my arguments against doing it. “So it’s up to you” I said “we can do whatever you want to go only as far as YOU want”.

“Wow… I don’t know what to say” she said with a shy smile, this really is a surprise”.

I reached out to touch her cheek and I said softly “Kari I want you to be happy, I’ll admit I wasn’t too happy with this idea, but not because I couldn’t want you, but because I loved you and I wouldn’t want to hurt you. What I am offering you can be both wonderful and terrible. The passion of sex is strong almost as strong as the feeling of love, and I don’t want to confuse you, I don’t know if you are ready to tell the difference”.

Kari stared at me then “Joe… I care deeply for you too, I don’t know if it’s love, but it is strong and deep, but I’m not sure I’m ready for this”.

I gave her a big smile and I felt some relief, here I was sitting naked with her, a ribbon wrapped around my cock and we were having a mature conversation. I said “That’s fine honey, you don’t need to decide now, take your time also know that I will only tell your mom what you want her to know. If you just want to watch TV but make her think you went through with it, I will”.

Kari now smiled again and cocked her head to the side and asked “Anything”?

“Yes, anything”.

Kari hopped up next to me and said, “rub my feet” then she wiggled her toes.

I got up and got some lotion, then after pouring her another glass of Champagne I settled at her feet and gave her a slow foot massage. Kari reclined back, sipping the Champagne, “Mmmmm” was all she said for a long time. I rested each foot on my leg as I rubbed it. The sight of her and the sounds she was making began to waken my cock and when she opened her eyes she got an eyeful of my half hard cock, but she didn’t say anything, then “Would…would you paint my toe nails”?

“I would love to” I said and as I stood I asked “Where’s the polish”? She said it was in her suitcase so I walked over to it, my cock bouncing lazily with each step, and her eyes did not leave me. I returned and before I began to clean and paint her toes, I poured her another glass and she was quiet the whole time. Every time I looked up at her face she would smile, her beautiful green eyes sparking then when I finished I walked back to the bathroom and put the polish away and when I returned Kari had unbuttoned her pajama top, but still held it closed. I smiled and sat back at her feet, “Did I do a good job”?

With a nervous giggle she answered “Yes”. I moved to sit next to her, adjusting my cock for comfort and she looked down at it and asked “Does the ribbon bother you”?

“It was your mothers idea, but I am leaving it until you are ready to take it off” and I looked into her eyes expectantly. Kari was silent, then she looked away shyly and I moved my face closer to hers and said softly “You unbuttoned your top… are you trying to tell me something”?

With a nervous confusion Kari said “Yes… I mean… yeah… I think. Oh Jesus… I don’t know what to do, I’ve never done this before, I won’t know what to do like my mom does, you’ll hate doing it with me”.

“Hey hey” I began. “It’s OK, This isn’t about me, this is about you and your pleasure”. I reached for her face and gently guided it to look at mine, “Don’t worry about me, I’ll get off, no matter what you know or don’t know”.

Kari çeşme escort looked at me, her eyes looking into mine, her hand touched my thigh, she swallowed and said softly, almost so I couldn’t hear, she said “I want you to have me Joe”.

I smiled, happier than I had any right to be. I kneeled in front of her, my cock hanging heavy and said “I think it’s time you unwrapped your gift”. Her fingers grabbed the ribbon with trepidation, and slowly pulled. The ribbons knot opened and she gently pulled it off, smiling with pride that she was able to do it. I asked “Do you like your present”?

“Oh god yes” and she swallowed hard “So far” and smiled wide.

I bent forward and gently kissed her lips, they were soft and she smelled sweet. Our noses brushed, eyes closed, I parted my lips slightly and she followed my lead, and then my tongue gently began to explore her mouth. She took in a sudden breath and tensed, but then relaxed when she realized what we were doing, and then she melted into the pillows. After a few moments, my hand reached for her shirt slowly parting the opening, her hand moved to my arm and began to rub it as if to say it was OK. I slid first one shoulder then the other out of the shirt, and with her nakedness Kari suddenly seemed a little self conscious, her kisses became stiffer, and her arms came into her chest. I pulled back and looked upon her, her small breast buds, puffy and pink, her belly flat and toned, I then looked into her eyes and said “You are beautiful”.

“Liar” she replied and looked away embarrassed.

I sat back and took her hand, guiding it to my manhood, “Here, feel this? I don’t get hard for girls that aren’t beautiful”.

Kari looked into my eyes searching for the truth and finding it she beamed “You are so handsome, I can’t believe this is happening to me”.

I looked at her pajama shorts, and then said “Let’s get these things off”. I untied the draw string and when she lifted her hips I slid them down leaving her white cotton panties. I saw her slit outlined in the panties and couldn’t resist the urge to touch her there I said “If you feel uncomfortable anytime tell me and I’ll stop, OK”?

“OK Joe, but I don’t think that’s gonna happen” and she gave me a look of desire.

I bent forward again and began to kiss her, my hand gently rubbing her pussy through her panties, she let out her breath as my hand found its way under the fabric, and began rubbing her forbidden flesh. My lips traced a path from her mouth to her small buds, my tongue flicking her emerging womanhood. Kari’s breathing began to quicken and deepen, my breathing matching hers, my cock now hard as steel, I quickly sat back on my heels and pulled her panties down and off her freshly painted feet giving Kari her first look at my cock in the full blown passion, the veins popping, the uncut head emerging from its hood an angry purple, Kari’s eyes grew wide, doubt now crossing her mind, but not mine, she was her mother’s daughter, she would accept me.

My face moved to her pussy and she opened her legs to welcome me, just a hint of strawberry blond pubic hairs on her soft mound. I found her pussy wet, the strong smell of her desires, and the sweet taste of her sex. My tongue explored the immature folds of her outside and then explored the welcoming warmth of her inner channel, her hips rising to my tongue, her voice moaning my name, her fingers running through my hair, writhing in pleasure, my heart pounding in my head, I would be denied no more. I rose to all fours and as I moved over her she watched me intently with those green eyes of hers, and her soft hands moved to my well muscled chest, and brushed the soft hair they found there. I was on top of her, and she submitted to me, accepting what was to come. Bending to her flushed face I kissed her full, red lips, and then with her eyes closed I took hold of my cock, placed it at the entrance of womanhood, her passion juices made a slick opening and I pushed inside. Her mouth opened and she took in a sharp breath, and then slowly released it as I continued my penetration. Deeper and deeper I slid, nothing resisting my inward progress, no cries of pain no sign of rejection. I was in completely. I looked into Kari’s face and saw the contentment of an angel, her eyes opened and her smile told me all was well. Slowly I began to move in and out, my chest held above her, thrust out and proud. Kari began to moan softly and I asked “Does that feel good baby”?

She looked at answered “Yes, it feels better than my wildest dreams”.

I continued to move in and out and Kari tried to meet my thrusts but she was a little awkward which only made her more endearing to me. Finally I could tell by her breathing and the way she was moving she was close to an orgasm so I asked “Are you gonna cum baby? Tell me when your gonna cum so I can cum with you”.

“I’d like that” she said, “Cum with me. Are you gonna cum inside me”?

“God yes I want to, but I’ll come wherever you want me to, just tell me” I answered feeling my own orgasm rising inside me, a volcano about to erupt.

“I want you to cum inside me to Joe, I want to feel you do it all inside me” Kari panted then she began to stiffen, a squeal escaping her lips she said “I’m cumming! Oh god, I’m cumming”.

Our lips locked, my hips pumping madly, her body taking each pounding thrust and turning it into rapture. I felt my cum explode from my cock, each spasm a powerful burst of semen, Kari flinched each time, then slowly, the moment subsided, my hips gently grinding hers, wringing the last drops of pleasure from our union, I collapsed next to her. I opened my eyes and Kari was looking at me, and she said softly “That was incredible”.

I smiled back, drained, and said “It’s always incredible when it’s with someone you care about”.

Kari rolled to my chest and began to run her fingernail over my belly, the same way her mother always did. She asked “What now”?

I laughed “Rest is what’s next! I need a chance to recover”.

Kari’s head popped up quickly and with hope she said “You mean we can do that again”?

Now it dawned on me what she was asking “Oh, you mean is that the last time we can be together”?

Kari put her head back on my chest, “I don’t want this to end. It wouldn’t be right to give me a taste and then take it away”.

I kissed her head “Don’t worry your pretty little head about that, since I have had a taste of you, I don’t want that to be the end either”.

“Really” She asked raising her head “Promise”?

“Cross my heart” I answered.

We kissed again. A short time later we heard the door lock, and in walked Gina, face flushed. She came to the bed and sat down, the smell of alcohol strong on her breath, she stroked Kari’s face with love in her eyes. Kari held her moms hand and kissed it, and then with tears in her eyes she said to Gina “This is the best birthday I think I will ever have”. Gina, tears in her eyes also, kissed Kari, then me and without saying a word she undressed and climbed into the other bed.

Kari and I spooned, listening to the silence of the room, and her moms breathing. The feel of Kari’s naked flesh soon had me responding. I began to explore her body with my hands, my lips tasting the salt from her sweat at her shoulders, my cock rising Phoenix like began to push between Kari’s ass cheeks, she turned to kiss me, her tongue darting out to explore with more confidence than before. Kari rolled over completely to face me, her hands searching for what she wanted, finding my cock rock hard and ready for her. I reached behind her, ran my hand over her back and down to her ass, I began to become dizzy with desire, I threw back the blankets, and moved my face between her legs again, the taste of our sex intoxicating, I pushed her knees up and apart roughly, Kari grunted in response. My tongue explored from her young pussy to her tight ass, first gently rimming the outside of her sexy pucker hole, then plunging deep inside, again and again. Kari gasped the first time, but with each successive thrust she grunted louder and louder, making sounds of animal passion. Then through gritted teeth she said “Oh god that is so nice. Oh god yes, oh god yes… Yeeees”. I sat up on my knees again and said roll over, show me your ass. I knew Gina might be watching but right then I just didn’t care, I wanted Kari, and Kari wanted me.

Kari rolled over and got on her knees, I positioned myself behind her, grabbed her hips, and quickly was ready. Kari, submissive before me, prepared to again accept my massive member, so I took my cock in hand and pushed it into her pussy. I spread her cheeks and thought how good her ass would feel to me. Kari was soon moaning, my sweat dripping onto her back, our bodies slapping with each thrust I made, I looked toward Gina and saw her eyes in the darkness, watching me love her daughter. I looked back to Kari’s ass, and couldn’t resist the urge to play with it, I licked my thumb and placed it at her anus and with gentle pressure I pushed it in to the first knuckle. Kari moaned louder, and I knew she liked it. Grinding my thumb in and out, Kari turned her head back to me and said “I love you Joe, my god I love you” and with that outburst both our bodies began to stiffen and we came together turning into a quivering mass of flesh and bone until we again collapsed together and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning I woke first, Gina and Kari softly snoring in unison, I peeked through the drapes and into the bright morning. Had that night really happened? My nakedness told me the truth, as did the nakedness of the young girl next to me. I climbed back in bed, softly kissing Kari’s neck, she rolled over gave me a sleepy smile and said “good morning my love”.

“Good morning” I said in return, and buried my face in Kari’s neck, my arms holding her tight and her body yielding to me.

I then felt a familiar form slide in behind me, her hands wrapping comfortably around me, her naked skin soft on my back, and her kisses light on my neck. Gina said “Good morning, my love”.

Gina was behind me and Kari was in front, both naked and soft. My lips lightly tasted Kari’s skin while Gina tasted mine. I felt Gina’s hand reach around my body and take hold of my stiffening shaft and gently begin to massage it. Kari shifted and looked at us both with a smile and stretched letting out a high pitched squeak as she did.

“Good morning mom” Kari said.

“Good morning sweetie” Gina replied “How was your night”?

I elbowed Gina as asking Kari about what happened was against the rules.

“Sorry, I withdraw the question” Gina said with a chuckle.

Kari looked at us both a little confused and said “You two are really weird do you know that”?

“Takes one to know one” I said.

Gina suddenly said “Why don’t you hop in the shower honey, I made breakfast reservations and we have to be there in less than an hour, then after that we’ll hit the park when it opens”.

“OK mom” and she flipped the blanket back and climbed out of bed and walked to the suitcase, her cute little ass swinging sexily.

My cock was rock hard in Gina’s expert hands. I watched Kari at the suitcase picking out her clothes for the day, “nice” I thought as she picked out her stretch pants and a too small tank top. I knew I was going to be hard all day with her body tormenting me like that. Gina whispered in my ear “You like that”?

“Ummmm, your hand always feels so good” I replied.

“Thanks” she said “But that wasn’t what I was talking about”.

“Oh, you mean Kari”.

“Yes… so… do you like that”?

I rolled to my back and looked to Gina “She takes after her mom, I can’t help myself” and I smiled at her.

With that statement Gina began kissing me forcefully, her hand attacking my cock roughly, I knew this was going to be some wild sex, but I never expected what would happen next. I heard the shower running and knew Kari was out of the room and that’s when Gina threw off the blankets and exposed our nakedness to the morning. Gina began kissing my neck then my chest as she moved to my belly I expected her to stop and mount me, but her lips continued ever downward until she reached my cock and the remains of her daughters first sexual experience. Gina took my shaft into her mouth without hesitation and was making sure she tasted every inch.

“Oh god Gina, That feels so incredible… so fantastic…” I moaned.

After she had pleasured me orally Gina moved to the headboard and stuck out her ass, “I need you Joe, I need you now”!

I got up on my knees and moved behind Gina and when I felt her pussy I found it was wet and slippery in anticipation of me. I took hold of my cock and placed it to her pussy and slowly pushed it inside. Gina moaned, her head turned to the side so I could see her face in profile. Our motions matched, out rhythm was in sync, and soon all I could hear was the sound of our bodies slapping. My eyes had closed with the great feeling of pleasure I had and when I opened them I saw Gina staring to the side and knowing what she was looking at I followed her gaze to find her sexy young daughter staring at us wearing just her panties. This excited me all the more and so my pace quickened and so did Gina’s excitement. Gina began to shudder with her orgasm and I was overtaken by the urge to have Kari watch me cum in her mother’s mouth.

As Gina’s orgasm waned I said “Roll over sweet heart, I need to cum in your mouth”.

Gina did as she was asked and I moved my cock to her mouth and plunged in. I looked at Kari and she was watching intently as I began fucking her moms face and when I came, Gina hungrily devoured every drop and Kari watched fascinated staring slack jawed.

“Wow, so that’s what we looked like doing it” Kari said.

Gina had a big grin on her face and said to me “Come on stud, let’s get ready to go” and she hopped up and headed straight to the shower. I went to the sink to shave and as I did Kari sat on the counter next to me. Her brown stretch pants accentuating her slim figure and her tight tank making it obvious she had tiny boobs and her nipples that cihangir escort she wasn’t wearing a bra. Kari made small talk as I shaved, and my eyes kept going to her crotch and the promise of pleasure later today, I could see the outline of her pussy and I began to get excited again, and knew it would be a long day of anticipation.

After we ate we went to the park and as we were walking around Gina and Kari walked ahead of me whispering and giggling, looking back at me and giggling some more. My eyes alternated between Kari’s small tight ass, her panty lines teasing me, taunting me to grab her and make her mine, then to Gina and her khaki shorts clinging nicely to her ass, and her French cut bikini briefs calling out to me. I was being tortured. Every chance these two temptresses had they rubbed against me. Kari would sit on my lap and Gina would lean in and kiss me gently, her hand brushing areas of my body that sent electric shocks through me. They kept things innocent looking to any outside observer, but they were driving me completely wild.

When the evening came we went to dinner and afterward Gina suggested we go to the hotel room to watch the fireworks. We had a room that looked over the park and we were told we would be able to see the fireworks from out balcony, so I moved the room’s sofa to the sliding glass door. Gina went to the room’s refrigerator and got out another bottle of Champagne.

Kari brightened and said “We have more Champagne”?

“Some for each night” Gina answered.

Kari grabbed the glasses and brought them to Gina who opened the bottle and poured three glasses. We then sat on the sofa and toasted Kari. Kari smiled shyly and said “This has been the best birthday present ever”.

Gina got up and got the camera and she walked back and said “Kari why don’t you sit on Joe’s lap and I’ll take your picture”.

Kari eagerly sat on my lap, being sure to grind into my seemingly ever excited cock. Kari looked at me and smiled saying “I’m glad to see you too”.

Gina said “What’s going on there, anything I should be aware of”?

“Nothing you didn’t already feel this morning” Kari replied.

As Gina took the picture Kari kissed my cheek, all very innocent unless you knew what was pressing into Kari’s soft ass.

The first of the fireworks went off and I put Kari down next to me and she protested “Oh Pooh, I was enjoying that” then I went and turned out the room lights.

“What are you doing” Gina asked knowingly.

“Just turning out the lights so we can have a better view of the fireworks” I said as I stripped out of my clothes. I walked to where my two lovely ladies sat and I grabbed hold of my tortured cock and slowly stroked it along its long hard shaft. Standing in front of them both, I looked at their smiling faces and said “You two need to decide something right now. Last night your mom gave us some privacy, now if you want her to leave she will go, but I have to admit I really liked it when she watched us last night, just as much as I enjoyed it when you watched your mom and I this morning”.

Kari looking into my eyes smiled and said “I want her to stay”.

I knelt in front of Kari as she clutched her champagne in front of her chest, her small breast buds poking through the fabric of her tank, seemingly asking me to free them. My hands began to rub her thighs, her legs firm and muscular. My hands reached the heat of her crotch and she opened her legs welcomingly, a soft sigh coming from her lips. I bent toward her face, my cock long and hard jutting toward the object of my desires. We kissed, her soft lips parting as our tongues searched each other out, and then began their dance. Kari’s face turned up toward mine, eyes closed, glowing in the light of the park and occasionally brightened with the explosion of the fireworks. I pulled back and could see matching looks of contentment on Kari and Gina’s faces.

I took the Champagne from Kari’s hands and set it down on the floor, then I reached out and began to pull off her tank, it slid off her body like a glove, the tight fabric slowly unveiling her tight and trim body. I sat a moment admiring her flat belly, and small pink breast buds, until I again bent forward and kissed her lips, then moved down to her neck, brushing her ears with my lips and tongue as I continued down to her breasts. Kari thrust out her chest as my lips encircled her nipples and gently suckled her tender young breasts, a soft moan coming from her lips, and I could feel her hot breath on my head and neck. I stopped sucking her nipples and moved to her belly, kissing gently, lovingly, until I reached her belly button where I again began to tongue and suck her young flesh.

My cock was by now feeling every soft movement, every gentle sensation was like a shock, I was so excited I wanted release right now so it took every ounce of control to keep from cumming right then. I dropped my face to Kari’s crotch, the inseam of her stretch pants smelled strong of stale sweat, and the strong smell of her young sex. My tongue reached out to taste what I so desired, gently running up her slit, pushing the fabric into the crease of her pussy. I could feel the outline of her panties, and ran my tongue up one side and down the other. My hands moved up to her waist band and grasped the elastic and began to pull her pants down. I raised my head up and then in one firm motion removed Kari’s pants and underwear.

With her pants down, I could see her pussy was wet with the glow of each of the exploding fireworks then I could wait no more. “Gina” I said “Take my cock and guide me”. As I spoke I never took my eyes off Kari’s face, her eyes sparkling with desire.

Gina’s hand was quickly wrapped around my engorge cock and she guided it deftly to the waiting opening of her daughters pussy. I soon felt the warm wetness of Kari’s waiting sex on the bulbous head of my shaft and with a slight push Kari body accepted me, and as I entered Kari’s pussy her lips parted as she quietly gasped, her eyes never leaving mine.

Gina’s hand left my cock and gently rubbed my chest, I could see her watching her daughter and I, intently studying our faces, like she was trying to see to our very souls. I continued to push and I was slowly swallowed by Kari’s womanhood, the warmth of her body combined with the wetness of her sex began to make my passion boil deep in my belly. I withdrew and then plunged back in, Kari’s hands rubbing my chest, rubbing over and around her mother’s hand.

I bent in and again kissed Kari, but this time my tongue thrust out in a not so gentle manner, ramming into her mouth, angrily, my lust unleashed, uncontrolled. I began to ram my cock hard into Kari’s belly, again and again, our bodies slapping, my balls slamming. I broke my kiss with Kari and turned my face to Gina and barked at her “Kiss me”!

Gina leaned into me a look of worry and lust in her eyes, when our lips met we crushed them together and soon our tongues were tangled, and I could hear her breath whistle through her nose as her lust built. My hand grabbed her leg, squeezing her thigh and worked to her crotch. When I looked back to Kari her eyes locked on mine and again desire was all I could see, the fireworks were building behind me lighting up our den of desire, glowing as brightly as our passion. Gina’s hands were around my head, and she was kissing my neck and ear, faster I plunged, again and again, Kari’s back arched, she began to orgasm, her hips grinding up to meet my thrusts, she moaned “Ohhhh god Joe, I’m cumming, oh god… yeah I cumming….”

As Kari let loose with her orgasm mine positively exploded, my cock jerking and spasming as I unloaded my sperm deep into her belly, and I could see each pulsation under the skin of her belly as my manhood pushed through her tender young insides.

As I began to come down from my high I looked at Gina and knew what she wanted. I slowly withdrew my still hard cock from Kari’s small and lovely pussy, my cum and Kari’s sex coating and dripping from its veined shaft. I stood and brought it to Gina’s face. Gina grasped the shaft with her small fingers, and with her eyes closed she took me deep into her mouth. Gina’s face was the definition of contentment, like she lived for this moment. As Kari was watching her mother enjoy the remains of her passion, she was absentmindedly running her fingers from her pussy to her belly and back again, her eyes dreamy and far away. I put my hand on Gina’s head and slowly, gently moved my hips to fuck her face as she eagerly cleaned me while my once rock hard cock slowly softened.

Then I withdrew from Gina’s sweet mouth and she opened her eyes and smiled at me, I looked at Kari and she also had a peaceful smile on her face, the fireworks had stopped outside and inside and I said to these two beautiful ladies “I never thought I would find a woman I could love as much as you Gina, but I believe Kari is one I could”. Both ladies smiled happy contented smiles when they heard this.

I picked Kari up off the sofa and began to carry her to the bed where I gently set her down, her young body dimly lit in the evening light, her skin looked smooth, and soft. Kari said “I’ve loved you for so long Joe… I never dreamed I would be your lover… that you would love me as much as I love you”.

I lay next to her and gently said “Gina… come… join us” and she did, removing her clothes as she approached, I knew what she wanted, the dark place, the place clouded by her lust, the lust for her own flesh. I opened the delicate flower that was her daughter’s pussy, my milky semen slowly leaking from her slight lips and dripping down to the crack of her ass. I began to gently tongue Kari’s sensitive clit, leaving the rest of her pink pussy for her mother’s hungry tongue. Gina hesitated at first, but I knew she wanted her daughter’s sex, needed to taste her daughters sweet, young juices, the dark incestuous desires had been festering too long and had to be satisfied. I looked at Gina as my tongue darted around Kari’s clit, her moans becoming more intense, then Gina couldn’t hold back any longer and her face approached mine, but my tongue remained where it was until Gina’s tongue touched down on her daughters sperm filled slit. Slowly, tentatively, she explored her daughter’s nether region, her eyes open at first, then, slowly, they closed as she gave into her desires, her tongue moving more forcefully, more deeply. I listened as Kari’s moaning intensified, her breathing quickening, her hand at first rubbing my back, then gently scratching and finally her fingernails digging into my flesh, Kari was brought to the crescendo of another orgasm, her pelvis pushing up to meet her mother’s tongue, I was now watching mesmerized, excited at the forbidden lust filling this warm dark room.

As Kari’s orgasm waned I moved to Gina, the love of my life and mother of my new found desires, I wanted to satisfy her as she had satisfied us. Gina looked up with a mix of confusion and shame in her eyes, I’m sure she couldn’t believe what she had done, what she had enjoyed doing. I moved to her, my cock standing proud from my body, bobbing with my movement. Gina fell back as if afraid of me, her eyes wide.

“What have I done” she whispered.

“Brought pleasure to the people you love the most” I replied. I moved on top of her, her slight body dwarfed by my muscular frame, my cock menacing her pussy. Gina’s hands were on my chest in an almost vain attempt to push me away. I kissed her and she relaxed, she was back to familiar territory, her transgressions temporally forgotten, her body yielded to me.

As we kissed, and I felt Gina’s body push against me then I felt a small hand grasp my cock and begin to gently stroke me, and a small soft voice said “Let me get mom ready for you”.

I looked back and saw Kari’s face by my hip, so I turned myself so she could have access to her mom, and when I looked at Gina’s face I saw panic, but she didn’t move instead her hand reached for my face and I think I saw a tear in the darkness on her cheek. As Kari began tonguing her mom’s womanhood, I heard the sexy noises she made, and I watched Gina’s panic fade as she relaxed and began to enjoy the moment, her breathing becoming more rhythmic, her lips parting in lust, her tongue licking her dry lips. After a few minutes of this I needed release and slid back into position, Kari yielded reluctantly, Gina opened her eyes and looked into mine as I felt Kari grasp my cock to guide it into the place of her birth. I entered Gina and slowly began pushing into her, our bodies in a rhythm of love and desire, our bodies locked together as one. I then saw Kari lay next to her mother, her hand gently rubbing Gina’s belly, moving to her small breasts and back again. The two looked into each other’s eyes, a mix of love, desire and fear, but both knew they had crossed a bridge they couldn’t come back over.

“I love you Kari” Gina said.

“I know mom, and I love you too” Kari replied, then she leaned and their lips brushed, unsure of what they were doing, then Kari moved for a better angle and kissed her mom forcefully.

I watched their tongues in the dim light snake together, glistening, their kisses becoming quickly passionate. The sight of this perversion washed over me, my body became flushed and my orgasm began to well up from deep inside. I felt Gina stiffen, Kari’s hand pressed firmly onto her mother’s breasts, squeezing the fount of the milk that had sustained her as an infant, then Kari pulled back and said “Cum for me mom, I want to see you cum”.

Gina’s orgasm and mine hit us both at the same time, our bodies shaking together, my cock depositing my seed deep into Gina, draining me of all my energy, I collapsed on the opposite side of Kari’s mother so Gina’s daughter could cuddle into her mother’s arms.

We lay quiet for a few minutes, the sound of our breathing and the noise of the park and the evening revelers filling the room. I finally spoke “I think we need to make room for Kari in our bed if she wants us”.

Kari sat up, a big smile on her face and said “I don’t ever want to leave you two, I want to stay with you both forever, we can be husband and wife and wife” and Kari giggled at her own cleverness.

“I would be proud to have you both as my wives, how about you Gina, do you want to be a part of this threesome” I asked?

Gina answered us each with a long and gentle kiss.

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When Ellen e-mailed me, she didn’t expect me to write back. Guys like him don’t typically go for women like her. Ellen doubted she would ever get another chance to go on a third date with me, but when my note is found in her inbox, she feels extreme excitement. I seduced and hired Ellen three months ago because she is 5′, about 110lbs, a 24” waist and B-breasts that enticed me. Ellen is an attractive woman, but not what is considered a bombshell. Her sexy petite body helped her to lure me. Ellen and I had discussed everything over the last two dates. From favorite movies to our views on marriage, we had covered it all. She told me about her past relationships and I told her about my ex-wives, lovers, and mistresses. Ellen knew that I was leaving out some of the details, there is no way I was interested in a relationship, but she didn’t mind because I’m wealthy and powerful. Ellen knew she would not be the one on my arm to social events. She knew I could help advance her career as a journalist.

When I proposed that we meet up again, she is ecstatic. This is the meeting she had been waiting for. The type of meeting she can consider herself being in Dallas for a very long time. We have been talking every night on the phone for hours about her reporting stories. I suggested that we spend an evening at my place. I had a penthouse in down town Dallas. Her housing paid for by me. We are going to spend the evening drinking wine and watching a movie. At least that’s what Ellen thought.

Ellen got dressed up for the evening. She spent two hours getting ready. It is summer so she decides to wear a white sun dress. Black heels and a silver locket accented the outfit. She had shaved her legs yesterday but decided to do it again to make sure that they would be perfectly smooth beneath the thigh-length dress. She decides to wear a white Victoria Secret bra and no panties. She tried on a few thongs but knew I prefer a woman going commando is so much sexier. She is supposed to arrive at my place at 8 but finds herself sitting in the lobby of my building almost 20 minutes early. When the time finally came, she is at my door knocking. I yell from inside that it is open and she let herself in. I shouted from what appeared to be a bathroom that I would be right out and that she should make herself comfortable. Ellen looks at the clock on the wall and she is 5 minutes early. She is upset with herself for being so eager. My penthouse is incredible. There are huge windows that open onto a balcony, I have an amazing view from almost anywhere you are seated. Ellen sat on the couch pouring out glasses of the wine from the iced bottle on the coffee table. A few moments later I walk from the bathroom wearing just a towel. We look at each other and smile as we glance in the other’s direction. Ellen remembers my body hair. Ellen sees a massive erection growing beneath the towel as soon as I laid eyes on her. Before we had spoken to each other, I’m at the door with a set of keys…locking it from the inside.

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A million emotions ran through her head as rested on her knees. Why was this man doing this to her? Where is that guy that I had chatted with so many nights on the phone? ” Do I have to tell you again Ellen? PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH!” What else is she going to do? She takes my cock into her mouth. At first she only took the tip. It is too big to get in much further. It is hard just getting her mouth around it enough to let the head in. I grab the back of her head and before she knew it, her entire mouth is full and I’m pushing at her throat. She feels her teeth touch my cock, ” NO TEETH.” Ellen opens her mouth wider. ” Ellen,” I said using her first name, ” I really like you a lot.” I start pumping her mouth vigorously as my cock stretched the opening to her throat. I’m hurting her more then the other two times together. Her throat feels like it is on fire. She is gagging, choking, and crying as I force my cock back deeper.

” You’ve only got about half of my 9 inches, Ellen, pretty good for the third time. You will learn fatih escort how to take it all though soon enough again.” I reach down between her legs and she feels me insert two of my fingers into her pussy as roughly as I can. Ellen tries to pull away but my fingers just drive into her deeper. My two fingers alone are thicker than any cock she has ever had inside of her. Ellen wants to get away, to be any place but in my penthouse. ” I WANT THIS PUSSY AGAIN,” I growl knowing she has no way out,. I pull her mouth off my cock lifting her up, driving my fingers yet deeper into her now wet vagina. I carried her in my arms up the stairs of my loft. I drop her on my bed lifting her dress around her waist exposing her tight bald groin.

It took me 2 seconds to bury my dick in her pussy as deep as it will go. I’m weighing 250 pounds easily driving home striking her cervix. It is the worst pain she has ever experienced in her life again. Ellen blacked out at first from the shock and pain. She blacked out the first two times and it took her sore pussy a week to recovery from the two previous dates together. I slammed her pussy hard…. only able to get a little more than half inside of her. She cried and screamed…begging me to stop. I bit her neck fucking her harder. There is no condom between us, the only lubricant our natural body fluids. She hated me more than anyone she had ever known. That is when things got worse. ” Are you enjoying this Ellen?” I ask her as if it were really a question I needed answered. Ellen shook her head screaming no, I fucked her harder. ” Tell me that you love it.” She would not. She couldn’t… She can hardly breath she is crying. ” Tell me that you love it or I’m going to make it worse for you.” Ellen said nothing, lost in her own world of fear and pain-spawned confusion.

I flip her onto her stomach. Part of her is happy to no longer be facing me. She can’t stand my face. This can not be worse than missionary! That’s when I lick her anus. ” I told you this was going to be worse if you didn’t enjoy it.” Ellen screams at me to stop. Ellen has never been fucked in the ass before. She has never really considered it. Nothing has ever been inside of that tight passageway before and now I’m about to fuck her with 9″ of solid cock. Ellen cries, she struggles to get away, but my body is to big to push away. I spit on her tight little rosebud enough to make it moist, then force my cock inside. This is the most excruciating pain she has felt in her life. While in her pussy I can only physically push myself a little more than halfway inside, her asshole provides no such limit. In seconds, I have 9” of cock all the way inside of her. She feels my balls slapping against her pussy as I force myself all the way inside. She can’t handle the pressure and pain. She blacks out again, never stops crying, she would do anything to be anywhere else doing anything else at that point… but nothing made it stop.

Ellen figures out later that I will spend four hours fucking her ass. I came inside of her many times. I loved every second of it, I clearly enjoyed her ass more than her pussy. I fucked her slow and hard, than as fast as I can. I pull the entire length out and then ram it back in. She thinks I enjoyed just seeing her scream. I fuck her in every position, on her stomach, doggy-style, on her side, and missionary. Before I came in her ass for the 5th or 6th time I put my face close to hers kissing her. For some strange reason she kissed back. It is the most passionate erotic kiss she has ever received. The way my tongue swirls in her mouth as my taste mixes with hers making her have the most intense orgasm of her life. As she came harder than she ever has before, I shoot my final load of cum deep within her. Her body hurt like hell, but she didn’t care, she fell asleep with me inside of her.

Later Ellen comes back into the bedroom, I’m standing in the middle of the room. ” That’s it, Ellen,” my whiskey smooth voice purrs confidently. ” Come to me.” With a soft scream of desperation, she collapses immediately from the sound of my voice, back arching up off the floor, as I spread her legs wide. Climbing between them thrusting my hard cock all the way into her, rapture almost, but not quite, overwhelming her as she frantically grasps with her mind to try and reach some kind of relief to the intense pressure of her pleasure. ” You are bound to me, body and soul, to serve my pleasure.” Her body wracked in pleasurable agony from head to toe, the only response she gives is a distraught moan. I touch her, my finger running down her spine to her buttocks, leaving sparks of sensations in its wake, cupping a cheek softly, weighting it softly it in my hand before my finger finds its way to the opening between her legs. She thought she will die, flashes going off in her head, blinding her mind, as my finger slides across her wet lips flicking against her clit. Her legs give out and she collapses onto floor. She can barely form a coherent thought around the pleasure going off in her body like rockets. As I move closer she can only lie there, staring up at me.

She sees my cock again…not that it made any difference to her raging need for me. Now the sight of my cock, thick and hard between my legs, both terrifies and thrills her. What remains of her sane mind told her body to flee…to run as fast as her legs can possibly carry her. Her exhausted güngören escort body, however, refuses to cooperate. She can’t run if her life depended on it. My huge cock; all 9 inches in length and thick as can. An agonized cry from her moist, open lips as she realizes in a flash of clarity that I expect her tried, sore body to take every inch inside her again. The smug grin on my face told her that much. I kneel down, bringing my thick, powerful rod just above her face as she rolls onto her back. My hand caressing her cheek softly, and laughing arrogantly as she turns instinctively into the touch, lips and tongue reaching for something to suck on. I place my thumb on her bottom lip and she sucks it inside her warm mouth, using her tongue to massage it. She feels humiliated at her reaction, but would not have been able to behave any differently. Her mind is no longer in control of her body. She feels herself giving into me again.

I stood abruptly and I turned back, the gleam in my eye so predatory that her body spasms inside and out in expectation of my intentions. ” Let’s get to know one another again,” I said with a chuckle. With a sudden move she is suddenly lying the bed, her arms bound above her head to the center of the bed frame. As I walk around the bed staring at her, she whimpers again, her back arching off the bed as her petite body tries to contain the pleasure she gains now from my presence, body thrashing to and fro on the coverlet. My hand came down to wrap around my cock, and her eyes can no longer look anywhere else, her mouth watering as she strains against her bonds to try and touch me, the silk lined cuffs digging into her skin. With a smile and a chuckle, I let her feel me, sliding the satiny head of my cock across her foot. Moans and whimpers fall continuously from her as she silently begs for more, her toes curling as she ineffectually tries to bring me closer. With sudden movement of my fingers, I obliged her, the shackles falling off her arms.

She thought the few seconds it took for her to scramble to my feet would kill her with frustration, but in no time she is on her knees on the carpeted floor in front of me, eyes raised in plea for my cock to touch her lips. She didn’t have to wait long. I stoop cupping the back of her head, bringing her open mouth to the head of my throbbing cock rubbing the weeping head across her lips. Her tongue slipping hesitantly out between her lips, gathering up the salty-sweet drops of pre-cum from my hot, velvet skin. Finally, I push it inside. Without a doubt it is the best she has tasted, in spite of the fact she hadn’t tasted many. Think of tasting a $100,000 glass of wine when you’ve only tried the boxed kind. She can’t get enough of my thick, musky meat and begins frantically sucking me. I let her have free reign for a few minutes, watching her eager, amateur efforts, but soon became impatient with her feeble attempts to take me fully in her mouth. Keeping my hand firm at the back of her head, I drive my hips forward, driving myself down her throat. She stops sucking and simply takes it, my cock sliding in and out of her throat too fast for her tongue to respond…she simply has to remember to breathe before I drive back inside.

After only a few minutes more I’m tired of fucking her mouth. I lift tossing her onto the bed as though she weighs nothing at all, my body following seconds later to envelop hers, my arms and legs resembling pillars on all sides of her as my mouth swoops down to take possession of her mouth. She can not have described it any other way but as a possession. I did not wait for her to surrender. My tongue invades instantly, sweeping inside and tangling with her own tongue, seducing it out to play. She kisses me back with abandonment, feeling embers of arousal flickering all over her skin and building higher between her legs, her sore pussy, beginning to feel the strain of arousal for so long, gushing juices becoming wetter. As I continue to take pleasure in her mouth, my right hand came up and engulfing her round, firm breast, my thumb flicking across the pebbled nipple hard, curving her up against my body. My mouth follows next close behind my fingers, and she thought I meant to swallow her whole as I suckle her, alternating between suckling and nibbling on her creamy skin.

Now my left hand was in motion on her other breast, massaging the flesh and pinching her nipple in turn. When my mouth begins to travel lower the thought crosses her mind that she will die of pleasure before anything more can happen. My wet tongue and sharp teeth never leave her skin, leaving a path of fiery desire straight down her body. I stop looking up at her when I reach her mound, mouth halfway open, tongue peeking between my teeth. Without warning I swoop down, open mouth engulfing her clit in tight, wet warmth. Her body came all the way off the bed, and then crashes back down. Pleasure in waves so intense she screams, hearing the echoes of her cry as the surge overwhelms her…but she can not cum. She almost faints; the pleasure peaks so intense, when I slid my finger inside her. The single finger stretches her, which should have panicked her with the thought of things to come again, but she is too far gone to think that far ahead in her body’s reckless race for fulfillment.

When my finger reaches her maidenhead my eyes flick up to her face, shining, intensely pleased. kadıköy escort She can tell without words I’m gloating at touching her again. She knew in the next second how incredibly aroused I am at the discovery of her tightness again when I stop eating her, straightening to my knees between her legs. My cock and balls hang heavy, swaying slightly, and her eyes again locking on the sight. She whimpers fearfully as a conceited grin flashes on my face, my teeth shining, as I crouch lining myself up with her sore wet slit. The first touch makes her cry out, the heat of my throbbing cock again focusing all fear and pleasure in her body there, at that one spot. She feels she will burn up, igniting into flames of painful passion on the spot, but she didn’t, as I keep moving forward, the intense pressure building as I begin to force my cock inside her.

She didn’t want to open again at first, her body recognizing my size and telling her in sharp stabs of pain to stop this intrusion, but I continue to push my way in with steady control, giving and taking no surrender. I suddenly become impatient at the slow progress, with a sudden hard thrust of my hips, lunging hard, driving in the first two inches. Her incredible wetness eases the passage, keeping her from tearing. Her body thrashes back and forth on the bed as it wars with itself, her eyes shut and hands helplessly fisting in the sheets, crumpling the sheets between her aching fingers. One side of her knowing I’m too big to fit without intense pain, and the other side beyond caring with its unbelievable need for me to possess her, her mind fighting inside her for control. The fight is lost, and I prove this with another brutally hard drive, forcing in another 6 inches and ripping through her narrow tight tunnel with that single thrust. She screams as it stretches and the walls are scraped; the sound tapering off to barely a whimper. I’m focused on my own needs to care, and with three more hard thrusts of my body, I’m entirely buried in her, deeper than she will have ever thought possible.

I stay there for a minute, firm, my arms on either side of her head, my raging cock remaining inside her re-stretched tunnel, allowing her muscles to adjust to my size inside her. Her agonized body aching, I begin to move, sliding out only slightly before driving back in. She responds immediately, fire burning in her pussy with to much intensity to ignore as her need for me overwhelms her. She is so wet the bed is soaked beneath them, and it eases my way as I begin slamming into her. My cock sliding back and forth with ease for how tight she is, as she stretches for me and her juices coats my cock, her muscles gripping me like a glove. I brought my body down on top of hers as I begin to speed up each stroke into her hot tunnel, driving in and out with force as I enjoy the woman beneath me.

With every stroke the fire in her body grows hotter. She wants to cum, desperately, but knew it is my choice. She spoke to me for the first time. ” Please, John,” it is natural to call my name in her silky, desperately breathless voice, as I occupy the dominate role in her life now. ” Please, I WANT…I NEED to cum!” It is hard to speak as my body pummels her over and over, completely possessing her, dominating, controlling her, taking whatever I desire. I didn’t answer for a minute, my rough strokes intensifying, growing deeper, harder, and faster. Finally, with an extra deep stroke into her, he nodded, ” Cum, Ellen. Cum now!”

With a blood-tingling scream, she did, instantly, her body curling all the way up off of the bed as her muscles spasm and seize. She thought it will never end. Fireworks exploding in her head as her pussy clamps down hard around my cock and she thrashes in the wet sheets. I grunt, half in pain, half in pleasure, as she became so tight I can barely move. I yank myself from her body, watching in delight as her pussy sucks at me, unwilling to release my cock, in her completion. I didn’t stay out for long, as I flip her over to her stomach, one hand underneath her body to pull her ass up lining myself with her to drive back inside her lush curves.

Her orgasm is tapering down when I drive back inside, fanning the flames again as I hit spots previously unexplored. My hands wrap around her hips, pulling her hard against me and helping me drive deeper inside her, treating her as nothing more than a receptacle for my powerful shaft. She feels the pleasure building again, faster this time, like flames licking at her body, and she subconsciously knows that this time she will cum too. Ellen confirms this quickly, my torso curling down across her back, teeth sinking into her shoulder as I grunted, driving in sharp rough deep strokes now, my virile hard shaft swelling inside her to an impossible size.

” Cum!” I snap before biting down again, my hips sinking as deep as I can into her body and staying there, my cock giving a brief shudder before violently jerking as I emptied my load deep into her womb. She came instantly at the sound of my command, feeling my cum flooding her. She could have done nothing else when my whiskey smooth voice orders her to, and she wants to do nothing else. Pleasure overcame her, spiraling out of control through her body as she leaps falling off the precipice, her pussy clamping down again, milking every last drop of my seed into her body, her mind overwhelmed with spirals of exploding light and darkness as she gives into the feelings flooding her. All her muscles give out and she collapses on the bed, my body following hers, pulling her onto her side, curling against my stomach, my cock still buried and throbbing inside her.

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Can you imagine coming home one afternoon and thinking the house is empty. You are feeling even more horny than usual so you lie down on your bed, close your eyes and slide your hand into you panties to start rubbing your cunt. You settle into your favourite fantasy and start imagining that it’s your father’s fingers between your legs. You’d love to feel his thick fingers sliding between your cunt lips and into your hole. Your fingers are rubbing faster, but you can feel that I’d not enough. You can imagine the feel of his fingers, but you want to be able to smell his body, hoping he has left a dirty shirt lying around you get up and walk to your parents bed room, you know you always cum harder if you are wearing one of your Daddy’s shirts.

Just as you reach his bedroom door you’re startled to hear a noise coming from inside the room. You had thought the house was empty, but your mum or dad must have come home early. The noise sounds weird, like quiet gasping. Who ever is in there didn’t shut the door properly, squinting through the crack between the door and the door frame you can just see your daddy lying on the bed. He’s gasping because he’s wanking himself. You watch him sliding his hand up and down his cock. You cant tear your eyes away from it. It’s longer and much thicker than any of your boyfriends have had. Your hand is back between your legs rubbing your clit at the thought of feeling his cock stretch your cunt.

Mesmerised by him wanking it takes a few moments for you to notice his other hand is holding some panties. you know they are yours because you’d been wearing them yesterday, he’s holding them to his face while he’s wanking himself off. The realisation that your daddy must be imagining fucking you almost makes you cum right there. Now you really have to get his cock in your cunt.

An idea comes to you. You sneak out of the house, then come back in, banging the door, calling out “hello” to make sure he can hear you. You smile when you hear him moving about upstairs. You hope you interrupted him before he had time to cum, thinking he’ll have a bigger load for your cunt.

You rush up stairs, calling out, asking who’s home and manage to see him darting into the toilet, trying to hide a bulge in his trousers. “I’m just going to the garden to sunbathe” you tell him. In your bedroom it takes all your self control to keep your fingers out of your cunt, but instead you put on the smallest bikini you have. It was small last year, but now your tits are growing the top hardly covers your nipples. The bottoms are just a triangle of cloth and string. You tie the bottoms as tight as you can, pulling them tight against your cunt so they clearly show your lips.

You hear your dad coming out of the toilet and bump into him in the hallway. “Look Daddy, last year’s bikini still fits.” you say “What do you think?” you ask and pull the bottoms up tighter against your cunt.
You smile sweetly at him and give him a twirl, letting him see your nearly naked body. “I’ll just be outside” you tell him, then turn and head down stairs and out into the garden.

Your parents can see about half the garden from their bedroom window, normally you try and find a spot that has the sun and is out of view, but this time you lie down right in the middle. You lie on your front, facing away from the house and pretend to be enjoying the sun, although with your legs slightly open you hope that your dad is staring at your ass.

Lying there you are imagining your dad staring out of the window, imagining that he is wanking himself looking at you. You can feel your cunt getting wetter halkalı escort and wetter. “Dad” you shout. “Bring the sun screen. Dad!”

“Dad” you shout, “I need it”

It seems to be taking him ages to come down stairs, must be trying to get is hard cock to relax.

You hear him coming towards you, and reach to untie your bikini top. “Do my back Dad” you tell him.

The first touch of his hands gliding over your back almost makes you groan out loud. He rubs the sunscreen over your back for just a moment then stops. “That’s not enough Dad” you tell him. “Do me properly”

“You have to kneel down next to me, I want it all over”

He keels down and starts rubbing the cream over your back “And my legs” you tell him. The touch of his hands on the back of your thighs is almost enough to make you cum. He must be able to smell your cunt by now it’s so wet.

When he rubs the tops of your legs you open them more, imagining his hands going up further to your cunt.
It’s now or never you decide, with his hands on the backs of your thighs, you reach round to grab his wrist, and pull his fingers between your legs to rub against your cunt.
“No!” he stammers, and tries to pull his hand away. You hold his wrist firmly, pressing his fingers harder against your cunt.

“I saw you wanking with my panties earlier” you tell him. “I’ve been wet ever since.” You push his hand down, forcing his fingers inside your bikini bottoms and between your swollen cunt lips”
“I hope I stopped you before you managed to cum” you tell him.
“Now I think we better go inside and you can tell me what you were thinking about”

With that you stand up and walk towards the house, your biki top falls to the floor and you waggle your hips shaking your ass as your father follows. As soon as you are through the doorway, you stop and bend forward, pulling your bikini bottoms down, showing your father your ass, your cunt lips just visible between your legs.

You step out of your bikin bottoms, pick them up and turn around. You can see your little show has had the desired effect, there’s a huge bulge in your fathers trousers.

“Oh daddy is that for me?” you ask, kneeling down and un zipping him. His cock springs out slapping your face. Your fingers can hardly close around his thick shaft, you open your mouth and can hardly get the head between your lips. You moan with pleasure as the scent of his cock fills your nostrils and your tounge gets its first taste of him. You open your mouth as wide as you can, trying to suck more of his dick into your mouth. Your hand strokes his shaft, its so much thicker and longer than any of your boyfriends, you know you cant wait to feel it stretching your cunt.

You are torn between sucking the cock in your mouth and getting the first taste of daddy’s spunk and the raging desire of your cunt to feel him filling you.

Before you can make up your mind it seems that daddy has decided for you, you feel his body shiver, hear him gasp and feel his cock swell then pulse in your mouth. A shot of spunk hits the back of your throat, then another then another, your mouth is full of cock and spunk, so much more spunk than any boyfriend has given you.

You try to swallow it all but there is so much it is oozing out of your mouth and dripping down your chin.

You desperately try to suck more spunk from your fathers cock, but feel him start to soften and shrink. He shudders and pulls out of your mouth, than gazes down at you. You stare up at him, cum dripping down your chin then smile içerenköy escort “Thank you daddy, that’s lovely, but you are still going to fuck me”

“That was wonderful baby, i’ve dreamed of this for so long. I was so jealous every time you went out with a boy, and every time I found your stained panties I wished it was my cum dripping out of your cunt, but I’m a bit old, I dont know if I can get hard again for a while”

“Dont worry daddy, let’s go to bed and see what happens. As for my panties, it was mostly just me I’ve only fucked a couple of times, but I always got so wet thinking of feeling your cock inside me. I’d always have to make myself cum as soon as I got in from school every day.”

Upstairs in your fathers bedroom, he lies down on the bed, you kneel between his legs and start to lick his cock. Even soft it seems bigger than any boy’s cock you’ve sucked. His pubic hair stiff and wiry is so tactile when you run your fingers through it, his balls big and heavy the reason he filled your mouth with spunk.

“Come here baby, kneel over my face. I used to lick your cunt as a baby, it always made you smile, but I’ve not been able to for so long, I’ve not even seen you cunt for years. Let me lick you, let me taste you”.

As soon as you straddle your fathers face you love the feeling of his hot breath on your cunt. His tongue feels so stiff and rough probing your cunt lips.

If you were wet before, you are dripping now, his face must already be soaked. He must be enjoying licking your cunt as much as you are because his cock starts to stiffen. It’s not long before it is filling your whole mouth. This time you are determined to have it in your cunt, but… his tongue is so good at working on your cunt.

Daddy’s cock was all soft when you started sucking and you could get it all in your mouth, but now it is getting hard and swollen, its filling your mouth and pressing down your throat. H’es still not rock hard, but you can feel that your cunt is so wet he must be able to slide in.

With a huge effort of will you pull yourself away from his tongue and turn around. You love the feeling of lying on him, he feels so big and strong beneath you, your tits squashed against his chest, your legs open wide straddling him, his cock trapped between you gently pulsing, growing, stiffening.

You love the heat of his cock against you, slide down his body, catching it between your cunt lips, the head rubs against your clit making you groan in anticipation. Just lift enough to reach and grab it and guide the head of your fathers cock into your cunt.

You pause for the slightest moment savouring the feeling, the anticipation of what you are about to do, loving the thought of fucking your daddy.

The head of your fathers dick feels huge poking into your cunt. You ache to drop down onto it taking it into your cunt in one go, but you also want to savour the sensation of him sliding into you. You have to go slowly because he feels so thick, stretching your cunt more than any boyfriends cock has, but you can feel your fathers body trembling beneath yours you can feel his desired to fill your cunt with his cock.

After what seems like an age you’ve finally lowered yourself onto him, his cock deep in your cunt, stretching and filling your cunt more than any cock before. Your father grabs your hips, rocking your body back and forwards, his cock sliding in and out of your cunt, your clit rubbing against his stomach when you move.

“Oh daddy” you moan, “You are such a good fuck”. Daddy smiles up kartal escort at you, enjoying your cunt as much as you are enjoying his cock. “Cum in me daddy, fill my cunt with your spunk daddy”

He grips your hips harder, his body beneath yours bucks higher, his cock slides in and you of your cunt faster and faster. You wish he could fuck you for ever, but you want to feel his cock spunking into your cunt even more.

The thought of daddy’s cum filling you is making you more and more turned on. Your clit tingles when it rubs against his body, until you can feel you are going to orgasm. Your cunt squeezes his cock making him gasp with pleasure. He fucks you harder, faster brining you both closer to cumming. Until with a massive thrust of his cock, he pulls you down hard and shoots his cum into your cunt. the feeling of his cock pulsing inside you is enough to bring on your own orgasm. You both grunt, moan and groan together shivering and trembling with pleasure.

Lying there, your fathers cum and cock still filling your cunt, you hear some one on the other side of the door. They must have come into the house while you were busy fucking. They must have seen everything. You’re trying to think who it could be. Your brother? Neighbour? Best friend? Who is there? Who has just watched you fuck your father…. ????

In a panic you try to climb off your fathers cock, but it’s too late, the door opens and you see your brother standing in the doorway, naked, stroking his hard-on. You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, your brother can see your fathers spunk dripping out of your cunt. You’ve caught him spying on you before and he’s always looked at you as if he wanted to fuck you. Now it doesn’t look like you’ll have any choice.

Your brother walks towards you, his cock swaying in front of him. He stops just in front of you, reaches between your legs, scoops your fathers spunk out of your cunt with his fingers and wipes it over is cock, then pushes his cock into your mouth. His dick is no where near as thick as your fathers, but you love licking your fathers spunk of your brother’s cock. He reaches to your cunt again, pushing his fingers inside you to cover them with your fathers spunk. Your brother pulls his cock out of your mouth and wipes your fathers spunk on his cock again.

Instead of pushing his cock back into your mouth your brother pushes you back onto the bed, you lying on your back, your legs draped over the edge of the bed. He lifts your legs in the air, hooking them over his shoulders and pushes his cock into your ass hole. Covered in your fathers spunk, his cock slides into your ass easily, the pressure of his cock in your ass forcing your fathers spunk to ooze out of your cunt.

Your brother starts fucking your ass hole, gently at at first, but then deeper. sliding his cock all the way into your ass, it’s lubricated by your fathers spunk running out of your cunt. Your brother starts to fuck you harder, faster and your father reaches over to play with your clit, his fingers running circles around your clit, then pushing into your cunt.

Your brother is fucking you faster, harder and deeper. His cock ramming in and out of your ass hole. You can feel he’s not going to last long, he was probably wanking himself off all the time he was watching your father fuck you. Your fathers fingers are working you clit, getting you closer and closer to cumming. You can feel your brother fucking your ass more and more desperately, your fathers fingers are rubbing your clit then pushing into your cunt over and over again. More and more the sensation is building inside you, getting closer and closer to your orgasm. The moment you start to cum your father pushes his fingers deep into your cunt, your brother rams into your ass. Your ass squeezes his cock hard making him gasp and cum inside your ass.

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Mr. Lucky (Redux)

by Millie Dynamite

Copyright© 2014/22 by Millie Dynamite

A Dark Angel’s violent encounter with a young white man.

Mr. Lucky

The town was far removed from the problems of the big city. What minor crime occurred in the sleepy hamlet was of the misdemeanor variety. Boys dreamed of running away from the community, while the girls dreamed of marrying the local boys and running off with them. That night did not differ from the tens of thousands of proceeding days. The local movie theater ran features on both screens, with two showings of each movie on weekends. After all, it was Saturday.

The young projectionist locked the doors once everyone left and surveyed the parking lot as the owner drove off, tossing him a wave. The projectionist turned into a janitor, and he cleaned up the mess.

Shortly after he began, the old clock in the town square started chiming out the hour. Twelve mournful clangs intoned the midnight hour. Despite the loud bells, he barely picked up the ringing as he swept up the last of the popcorn. Carefully, he placed the garbage in the dumpsters in the back and stared at the overcast clouds.

If he squinted his eyes, he could make out the dim glow through the dense cloud cover of the full yellow moon. Staring around, thin curls of fog rose from the lake and moved toward him. After a few moments, he reconnoitered the vacant lot behind the theater while the fresh fog blew over the parking lot. With haste, he rushed inside to mop quickly and head home. The painful truth be told, he hated walking through thick fog, and he had an idea this was a peasouper.

Tanking two steps at a time, he ran up the stairs to the booth and gathered his books, placing them in the leather satchel. The satchel was called a soft briefcase, but he thought the thing appeared to others like a purse—which he hated. However, being a gift from his mother, he always carried the thing. Moving from the booth, he caught his reflection in the office doors’ glass windows.

“Shee-it fire. I look like some little fag carrying a purse. Note to self, I must figure out a way to lose the damn thing.” The young man walked at a brisk pace down the stairs. Staring at the glass doors, he couldn’t see across the street.

A thick fog hung over the streets like a blanket of white. Inserting his key into the lock, he locked the door behind him and walked toward home. A pair of almond-shaped, dark eyes followed him—hungry, lustful, and angry eyes. Softly, she moved from the recessed door of the jewelry store. Sneakers softly followed the boy. The tennis shoes squeaked, but the fog all but swallowed the soft sound.

The hairs on the back of his necked prickled. Something in the fog tried to warn him of some danger. However, the soft yelps of the new rubber soles were inseparable from his pounding heart.

With a queasy unease, the young man walked at a brisk pace. Anxious and unsettled, he wanted to make his home fast. He hated fog, vaporous air had an eerie effect on him. He cut through City Park, a play zone for children. If all went well, he’d cross the stream at the old bridge and be home by 1:00 am.

This route was the fastest way to his house. A creaking of old wood greeted his ears, familiar and comforting, as he walked on the boards of the old wooden covered bridge. The stream below babbled as the water rushed over rocks. Those faint squeaks disappeared, and he didn’t notice ‘her’ footsteps as the water was too loud rushing over the rocks below, and she walked softly.

Blinding pain jumped from the back of his head as he walked from under the cover of the bridge. A sharp crack on the right side back of his head knocked him to the ground. Deep pain spread across his head, becoming foggy as the night air.

“Don’t move your cracker ass, Mr. Lucky.”

After a few agonizing slow moments, the young man realized the voice was that of a female. A furious female’s voice had a harsh tone, which told him Lucky didn’t mean good luck for him. Tensing up, he thought keçiören escort to roll over and spring on her. Then the sharp, triple clicks made him freeze.

“I’ll blow you a new asshole if you try anything. Up, Mr. Lucky, come on, white boy, on your feet.”

The pounding in his chest was almost to the point of pain. After a second, he pushed up and stood tense, not knowing what was coming. “Keep your eyeballs straight ahead. Don’t turn around, or I’ll blast your guts out with this,” she jabbed him in the ribs with the barrel of a gun. “Turn to your right and go downhill under the bridge.”

“Listen, I got some money; you can have it,” his voice cracked as he spoke.

“Shut the fuck up, Mr. Lucky. Move your skinny white ass now,” she poked him again. “Go on now, right up under the bridge.” His heart leaped into his throat. There was something in her voice, anger, or perhaps something else, something darker. He was afraid for his life. Notwithstanding, he’d have to admit that this was the most excitement he’d ever had.

“Now, you might think you can just run away, but think again, mofo. Cause, I’ll fucking blow your head off if you try.” Again, she hit him in the ribs with the barrel of the gun. “You believe me, don’t you, Mr. Lucky?”

Nodding his head, he moved in small, slow steps down the hill.

The couple walked carefully down the slick bank; he knew she would kill him if he tried to run. The water rushing over the rocks grew louder as they moved under the bridge, right down to the water’s edge.

“Far enough, Brady boy.” Reaching around him, she grabbed his crotch.

“Figures, fucking, Brady boy special—mother fucking 5-inch cocktail wiener,” she hissed at him. She pulled his briefcase from him and tossed the case higher on the bank.

“Fucking faggot, carrying a purse,” she reached around again and squashed his package. “Fucking gonna rock my world. Your cracker fag’s boner got hard from fear. So easy with losers like you. Pants off, boy.”

“No,” he barked out in defiance. The gun struck him across the back of his neck. With a spinning head, he dropped to his knees, sobbing as he held the back of his neck, rubbing both head and neck. Putting her mouth right up to his year, she shoved the gun into his back hard.

“Don’t give me shit, you fucking sissy fag. You gonna be lucky, now,” she whispered in his ear, but the words hissed in his ears similar to snake.

If Mr. Lucky would be honest, the danger of his predicament was not lost on him. His moment of bravado had brought an instant reaction from her. Her response caused one of his own. His cock stiffened. Emotions overwhelmed him; fear, excitement, and a sexual fire he’d only dreamed of consumed him. In a flash, he realized his life meant nothing to her, and the threat was to his life.

“I’m tempted to kill you right now. But I want something first. Now, whitey, get-da-fuck out of those pants and remove your shirt from your scrawny bod, boy.”

Quickly, he stripped to his underwear. With relative ease, the young black woman forced him to roll over, growling in his ear the instructions.

“Dat’s it, cracker boy, flat on your back. Now lose the tidy whities.”

With a quick tug, he pulled them down, and the black woman unceremoniously snatched them from his hand and threw them into the water. In an odd teasing moment, the young woman whacked his ridge cock with the gun’s barrel, playful and light. Trying to figure things out, he noted the weapon was an automatic. Besides this, he couldn’t think of anything more.

The pain in his ears throbbed as his blood rushed through his veins, and his heart pumped harder than he remembered at any fearful point in his life. While terror clutched him, so his lust held him tight as well. Dread and yearning mixed. She was a desirable woman; he wanted this and yet feared what might come.

“I’m gonna rape you, boy, gonna ride you for all your itty-bitty-dick is worth,” light from a poll on the shore behind them showed around küçükçekmece escort her body like a halo. Angelic-like, her curly hair stood out from her head, and the lamplight shined through the outer parts of the curly hair like flames, forming a firing halo. The wet fog engulfed them, clutching their bodies.

Oddly excited, the young man stared as she undressed. Seductively, she peeled out of her clothing. She was short, almost tiny, but her breasts were ample and appeared—buoyant. In the dim light, he couldn’t make out much, but could tell her skin was exceptionally dark. She had a slim waist and ample, but not fat, ass. He made out a thick, curly, triangle patch of pubic hair.

The young woman straddled the young man and leaned down with the gun pointing at him. The young woman’s dark brown eyes were mere inches from his. Still, he couldn’t tell you what she looked like. She was—sexy for sure, but individual features were lost in the darkness. The only thing he knew for certain was this woman had a gun. Pleasure remained despite his fear, and his heart pounded as she slid her slick pussy over his cock.

The intoxicating sensation of her hot, wet pussy spread into his hips, up his spine, and into his brain. Closing his eyes for a moment, he wanted, so much, to touch her. Sliding his hands to her thigh, the gun smacked him, a light and loving touch in his mind, and he stopped.

“You’re a pathetic little cracker.”

The woman smacked his face with the gun, keeping the fear inside him, mixing with his pleasure. The blows weren’t hard, but enough, so he understood she was in control. The young man’s cheek burned. Amazingly to him, his prick grew harder and longer.

“Damn boy, stick me deep with your dick, hard, or I fucking blow your brains out and fuck worthless little cock, anyway.” He thrust up with his hips, sliding into her. With a deep, sexy groan, she bounced on him, straightened up, arched her back, and pounded her body on his hard cock.

“I don’t want no cracker, baby, so you best not lose your load, or I’ll put one right between your blue devil eyes.” She struck the gun across his jaw, backhanded hitting the other side. Again, she only hit him enough to control him.

The black woman pounded up and down her body, weighing less than 100 pounds, filling him with a white-hot passion. The verbal abuse aroused his mind and body. As she belittled him, they fucked, their bodies moving in unison. Striking him several more times, once harder than she meant to, breaking his nose. The tiny woman continued to repeat her threats.

When he grew bold, he reached up and touched her breast, belly, legs, or back. She smacked him in a quick, rough fashion, and his hands retreated. Only his lust drove him to move his hands over her feverish body again.

“If ya pop your nut afore I gets off, I’m gonna shoot your ass, bitch.” Mister Lucky didn’t consider this a threat but a challenge to hold off as long as possible.

Turning around, she returned to him; he felt the gun. God, where she shoved the thing. “I’m not kidding, bitch. Lose your nut juice, and I’ll blow you a new asshole.”

“Oh, God, oh, fuck, baby, you’re so good to me,” he said.

With the gun in his anus, intense pain, she fucked him and fucked his ass with the gun thrust in and out of him. She gazed over her shoulder, with her white teeth bright in the dark, an evil grin on her face.

“I don’t think you can hold it, boy. Think you gonna blow, then my gun gonna get a nut off, too.”

The young man tried to stop it. In fact, he tried very hard not to lose his cum. After all, he didn’t want to piss her off. On the verge of losing control, he tried to pull out of her, but she forced her body down on him. The worst thing happened. His cock twitched, spitting cum out in a heavy stream. Like a flash, she jumped off, and his cock fell limp over his balls. The woman straddled his face; she pushed her cum soaked pussy on his face.

“I told you not to do that, boy.” Clutching kurtköy escort his hair and pushing him to her tight. “Eat that fucking cum out of me, you worthless cracker fag.”

The man did as instructed in fear and lust until he felt her hips bucking into his face, and a flood of vaginal fluid and his cum gushed across his face. She held his face to her pussy for some time before he let go. Banging his head against the ground several times, she again hit his face with the gun.

Standing over him, she pointed the gun down at him.

“Told you, motherfucker, don’t blow your nut.” The gun barked, and a white flash jumped from the barrel as pain tore through his shoulder. A plinking echoed off the bridgeworks and rocks as the spent shell ejected on a rock. Darkness covered him.

He heard three more shots, followed by nothing.

Thick cotton covered the inside of his mouth. Smacking his lips, he tried to open his eyelids, but they refused to move.

“Come on, cracker…” his head ached from the beatings. “Wake up, you fucking worthless, Brady boy.”

Returning to reality, his mouth, dry and cottony, tasted foul. The light burned his eyes as his lids finally fluttered open. He tried to lift his arms, but something tight on his wrist kept him from moving it. The arm refused to move as he pushed it. He blinked his eyes, trying to adjust to the abundant light in the room.

Restraints held his arms and legs in place.

“Too much light, sugar?”

Turning his head, he saw the nurse move to turn the wand, and the blinds rolled shut. The light level in the room dropped. She moved away from the window. The nurse was a small, shapely woman. Her hips were wide, and her ass was ample, but not fat. As she turned to her side at the foot of the bed and adjusted his bed, he noticed she had substantial breasts. Her hair was long and quite curly, rather dark. In a blinding flash, the fact dawned on him: she was black, quite swarthy.

She sauntered up to him, her hips swaying seductively. Her full, firm lips bore a sweet, sexy smile, and her almond eyes were dark brown.

“Open wide, baby,” the woman spoke with a silken, sweet voice. He opened his mouth as her hand moved to his mouth. She shoved something small and blue into his mouth. “Swallow, baby.”

Doing what he was told, he struggled to look around and remembered his ankles fastened by restraints on the bed. A straight-edge razor sat on the tray beside his bed. With urgency, the young man shook his head no and tried to speak.

With a quick movement, she slapped his face and moved away from him. Grabbing the metal chair, she dragged it, scraping the legs across the floor to the door, and shoved the back of it under the knob. Pushing the make shit lock in position.

“We don’t want no one interrupting your ball shaving, now, do we, sweetie?” she moved like a cat toward him. A vicious black cat. She pulled down his hospital gown a little and ripped the bandage from his shoulder.

“Don’t look to me like those stitches are right,” she balled up a fist and slammed down on the wound. “We had so much fun last night, figgered you’d want more today. The dumb-assed cops and doctors think you were trying to kill yourself.”

In terror, agony, and lust, the man cried while the woman stuffed her thong as a gag into his mouth. With her fist again balled up, she repeated the punch.

“What’s the pill?” he gasped through the pain.

“Your dose of Viagra, cracker, boy.”

“Now see all that screaming and hollering, and you have torn them loose. Take this second pill, baby boy,” stuffing the blue pill in his mouth, she forced him to swallow. We gonna do some serious fucking now.

Mr. Lucky loved her. How might he let her know? Somehow, through the pain and gag, he managed a smile.

“There my baby white boy is.” Being perceptive, she said, “Love you too, cracker.”

Moving the gown from over his privates, she stroked his hard dick. Spat on it and pumped fast and rough.

“Figured you’ll last better if I get you off afore I make you get me off, wonder bread!”

Unable to take his eyes from her, he hoped she was right because the fucking razor was there if he didn’t last long enough. He didn’t think his Dark Angel would use the thing, but she might.

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Godless and Faithless Chapter 2

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Rayner and Axel had distanced themselves from the Inimi and the coalition forces. They had traveled for most of the day and nightfall was coming. Axel had not spoken since they left, not even telling him why they left or where they were going.

Rayner worried for his friend. Axel talked tough, but Rayner knew there was a deep well of kindness in him, no matter how much Axel teased him on his social justice values.

“We need to talk about what happened,” Rayner said.

“What we need is to find a place to stay for the night. Do you know how to start a fire?” Axel said.

“I didn’t know I was capable of such violence; I know we had to do it but—”

“I’m guessing this world does not have electricity. The forest will be pitch black. We will be as good as blind.”

“We are still covered in blood.”

“Shut up, keep it to yourself!”

“We are in a new world, our friend is not who we thought he was, and we fought a battle. It’s OK to feel upset.”

“I am way past upset, I’m—”

Axel had been facing away from him; he turned to see Rayner shaking and in tears, “I’m sorry, it was my idea to rush in there, and I didn’t know who those people were or what the fight was about.”

“Shit, stop crying man, I am not angry at you,” Axel said, but Rayner knew that was a lie.

“It felt like I was really getting something done. Like a hero from a fairy tale.”

“Will you stop crying if I talk?”

He stopped his tears and listened.

“What, were those crocodile tears? Whatever. I kind of blame you, but I knew what I was in for. I was going to look for something to fight anyway, cause that’s what you do in RPGs.”

Rayner and Axel sat with their backs against a large tree, taking time to decompress.

“That ended better than the last time we fought,” Rayner said.

“What was it about? Did I cut down a tree?”

“No, you were explaining why I was a blue pill beta boy.”

“Oh well, I take it back. After seeing you going beast mode on those Inimi, nobody will think you’re a wimp.”

They both laughed. It was time he got around to the important question. “…Are we lost?”

“We would have to know where we are to be lost,” Axel said.

Night was approaching. He had hoped the glowing trees would light the way, but the glow had dimmed as the sun set.

Axel didn’t have all the answers. He had acted like a general during the battle. Commanding fighters and ordering battle tactics. Where did he learn that?

That reminded him. “Hey, let’s check our stats, see if anything changed.”

“Ah crap, how could we forget? I wanted to avoid standing around analyzing our stats. There was not much to see the first time.”

They looked at their palms. Rayner felt his focus being sucked in by the tattoos until he could read his stats.

Name: Rayner, Race: White, Title: Faithless, Level: 1, Class: Barbarian, Mana: 10, Skills: N/A, EXP: 30.

“A barbarian!” Rayner said. That is not how he saw himself at all. Then he remembered what he was doing during that battle. It was an unwanted Class, but accurate.

“Better than what I got,” Axel said. “Look at my palm.”

Name: Axel, Race: Black, Title: Godless, Level: 2, Class: Thug, Mana: 10, Skills: N/A, EXP: 0.

“Why are you complaining you gained a level!”

“My class is Thug. That’s not a Class it’s a racial insult. I thought you would object to this.”

“That’s because you don’t know the history of the word. The word thug originated from a cult of ritual serial killers in India.”

His friend’s jaw hung open. The explanation provided no comfort for Axel. “How do you even know that? Wait, I remember, it was part of your corporate training.”

Nodding an affirmation, he went back to focusing on his stats, trying to figure out what they mean. Back at school with Yazid, they would try to come up with their own conclusions first before discussing it with others to avoid group-think leading to a wrong conclusion.

Rayner focused on Class for a minute until new text morphed into view. Barbarian: You are uncivilized and violent and from a foreign land. Again, accurate. However, it did not tell him what he could do with it. Unless the only purpose was to inform, like a dictionary. He focused on EXP, the only other stat that changed, by 20 points. EXP: your experiences. He tried focusing on other stats, but the more he focused the more his eyes stung. He got nothing from this. Hopefully, Axel had better luck.

“I will start. Focusing on a stat can give more detail, but sometimes it hurts. Other than that, I figured out nothing. I can’t think how this helps us at all,” he said.

“Same for me, I don’t feel any different being at level 2. I can guess that my leadership during the battle played a role. It also says I’m a thug because I conducted my murders professionally.”

“Wow.”

“Yep.”

They had discovered nothing that could help them in a future fight.

“I can understand why you gained a level, but why did my EXP only go up by 20?”

“I actually have an answer for that. EXP must be based on the quality of the experience. My leadership led to the defeat of an army so I got enough to gain a level. You only killed a lot of Inimi,” Axel’s chest puffed up at his achievement, his previous trauma overruled by his ego.

“Still…only 20,” Rayner said, pouting.

“We will find out more when we fight again.”

With the analysis finished they went back to looking for civilization.

Instead of randomly walking through the forest they decided to listen for the sound of water, for where there was water there would be life. They had found a stream, but it was too late. Night had come and they could not see anything. They stopped their travels to make camp.

Or that is what they would have done if they knew how to set up a camp. They had brought many tools with them from their world but had no idea how to use them, and of course, none of the electronics worked.

Rayner saw Axel take out a coffin-like sleeping bag. “What kind of sleeping bag is that?”

“A better one than yours,” Axel said, chuckling.

“OK funny guy, so do you want to take first watch?”

“Watch for what, I can hardly see you.”

“Then listen.”

Axel hissed his teeth. “Sure, but we have not had a single random encounter. This world must not work like that, no weak monsters popping up for us to kill.”

He found that strange. They should have at least run into people from the mountain city battle. It was not the only thing he found strange about this forest. Rayner had noticed not a single animal was seen. Birds, deer, squirrels, nothing. The bird he saw outside Yazid’s cabin prison must have been at the edge of this seemingly dead forest.

Rayner snuggled up in his sleeping bag. “Wake me in four hours and don’t fall off asleep.”

“Alright.”

He fell asleep. Rayner knew because they woke to a group of people dragging them through the forest.

The sleeping bags were comfortable but not suited for reacting to an ambush. They soon stopped struggling. Their kidnappers roughed them when they tried to escape, but avoided dealing them serious injury.

Rayner thought about asking them to stop carrying them, as they would not try to escape, but he was feeling lazy. Let them carry them around and Axel has already gone back to sleep. That guy was something else.

After some time, they arrived at their destination. They were in a large clearing, a village, surrounded by large trees. Light was emitted from round glass bottles connected to the branches, and the tops of the trees bent to form a roof. A village inside a tree-house.

In the light, they could see who had taken them. Pale skinned men and women, with pointed ears. Elves. They came from their homes and behind trees to stare at them. Some looked shocked, even fearful, but most of them were stoic.

Axel woke up. “Wow, are these elves?”

A man, or woman, it was hard to tell, came and stood before them. “Yes, we are.” She or he gave them time to get out of their sleeping bags before she continued. “Why are you here?”

“Some of you, I don’t know who, you all kind of look alike, dragged us here,” Axel said.

Why did Axel have to be so offensive?

The Elf did not take offense. “I will clarify. How did you get past the forest’s protections?”

Rayner was about to answer but Axel stopped him. “How did the Inimi get past it?”

The Elf hesitated before answering. “We let them pass.”

“Why would you do something like that? Goblins were with them!” Rayner said. This world may be different from what he imagined, but there is no way Elves and goblins are on friendly terms.

When the Elf leader did not answer, Axel spoke. “They did it because that was what their god wanted. It’s why the Dwarfs had to use tunnels to get Coalition forces to help them, they couldn’t get through the forest.”

“Axel, if you knew this why didn’t you tell me, and how did you know?” he asked.

“I knew there was something wrong with this forest because I marked the trees with my knife. We were going in circles. I didn’t say anything because they were watching us.”

That bastard, that means he does know how to set up a camp and navigate a forest. His parents were farmers. Failed farmers, but still farmers.

“Yes, eryaman escort we followed you when it became clear our God did not allow you past the forest,” the elf said. “Our God is allied with the Inimi gods, we had no choice but to assist.”

“OK, but why?” Rayner said.

“We used to believe we understood our god, knew its desires and hatreds. We were wrong.”

“Of course you were,” Axel said. “Gods are, like, forever years old. What you thought was a deep hatred might just be an old grudge.”

“That is correct, our God is of Chaos, not of Order like we once believed. It’s happy as long we appease it.”

This was something Rayner could understand. “By Order, you mean helping your people thrive, and by Chaos you mean it helps itself.” The elf nodded. “You all were just a useful tool for it to preserve itself. This god, it’s the forest itself. Am I right?”

“Yes, it is. It has been of great advantage to us to have a god manifested in such a way. We never wanted for food, enemies could not find us, we were prosperous. Yet our god was not content, it did not care for our happiness. The Dwarves use wood from our forest for their mining, as part of a treaty made long ago. It did not like that, and when it found a chance to stop this, it took it.”

Rayner saw why Yazid believed it was important not to ally with any god. What guarantee does this God have that the Inimi won’t turn on it? Their God broke a treaty with the Dwarves. They would be wise not to trust the Forest God.

Axel had played this well. The Elf leader had forgotten the original question of how they were getting through the forest. Something that Rayner did not know himself.

“What happens if we kill your god?” Axel asked.

Shocked murmurs ran through the crowd, none of the sounds of disagreement.

“It is not possible, and what would we do without the forest?” the Elf said.

“Is the god literally the trees and grass and flowers, or is it a part of what is already there?”

“It’s infused in the forest, it turned what was once small woodland into a sprawling forest.”

“OK, but there is no point in living in a forest that aids your enemies and attacks your allies. Killing a god will go a long way in placating the anger of the Coalition for helping the Inimi.”

“Or leave us at their mercy!” an Elf from the crowd said.

Axel continued speaking, ignoring the outburst. “Will they mess with people they think can kill a god?”

“You truly believe you can do this?” the lead elf asked.

“Yes, it’s what we do. When the gods are unjust, we bring justice.” It sounded to Rayner like the right thing to say.

Another murmur went through the crowd. He could not tell if they believed him.

“What do you want for this service?”

He had not thought of that. He looked to Axel, who was also thinking of what to ask for. They did not know what they wanted. Asking for information about stats would reveal too much, they had no use for money yet and the Elves would give them directions to search for the god. Funny, when people get asked what they want, they came up blank.

“We need nothing. Like I said, this is for justice,” Rayner said. He saw Axel roll his eyes. There was another reason for this, and he would explain it to Axel later.

“Hey, something’s been bothering me, are you a boy or a girl and what’s your name?” Axel said, rudely. Though Rayner also wanted to know.

“Alvina, I am a woman. Does this matter?”

“Maybe later it will.”

Axel’s answer confused Alvina.

“So how will we find this god?” Rayner asked.

“It will find you,” Alvina said.

Well, that was ominous.

***

The Elves had rushed them out of their forest enclave quickly after having their conversation. Axel understood why. Conspiring to kill a god was risky, the longer they stayed, the more time the god had to find out what the Elves were up to.

Now that he knew a god inhabited the forest everything made a lot more sense. Not only was Yazid trapped in that cabin, but even if he escaped, he would not have been able to get past the forest god. It also explained why the forest was so colorful. The life of a god was infused into it.

They did not get an answer to why the only life they had seen were the Elves.

“Rayner, why didn’t you ask for a reward? Not even you are that selfless.”

“For the same reason we left the mountain city. The reward is the fight itself, something might happen if we kill a jerk god.”

“Makes sense.”

“What makes little sense is how the hell do you think we can kill a god! Just because we come from another world does not mean we walk on water; we are not special.”

“We are a little special. Besides, we don’t have a choice. As long as the Forest God lives, we will wander this forest forever.”

“That doesn’t mean we can…unless.”

“Yep, that’s how.”

“Our Titles, Faithless and Godless, it means the gods can’t mess with us.”

“That’s what I think. At least not directly; the so-called Elves aren’t going to attack us on its behalf. All the God can do is confuse us, but the Elves gave us something for that,” Axel said, pulling out the compass.

It would not lead them to the God but it would lead them out the forest. It would always show the path out, was what Alvina said. That was far better than anything he could have thought of at the time.

“So, do you have god-killing weapons on you? And what do you mean so-called Elves?”

“I don’t think they dragged us to their home for the purpose of killing their god. They just wanted to find out more about us, probably on behalf of their god. I think we are the weapons. I looked at my stats again and could see the information for Godless says gods can’t bless or curse me.”

Rayner looked at his palm, “Faithless means I can’t worship any god.” After some thought Rayner figured it out. “Together we have protection against the gods!”

“Bingo!”

“And Elves, what about them?”

“I did not fall asleep when I was on watch. I was only pretending, and I saw several bright lights heading towards us. The same light near the tree branches, that was one clue. Then there was that village, with too few homes for the number of Elves we saw—”

“That could be because they did not bring us to their main location.”

“Maybe, or it was a front to hide their nature rather than their home.”

Rayner took a guess. “The lights from the branches…was their real form, fairies.”

“The last clue was that they had no weapons, and this forest is lifeless, even though this forest is more than capable of supporting it.”

Rayner was in full agreement with him. He did not know their motives for hiding themselves but he was sure it was a good reason. They did not hurt or threaten them and gave them a very useful item. He was helping them for his own reasons. That reason being killing a god sounded cool.

The compass had another use: if it always pointed to an exit that meant if he went the other direction it would lead him to the center of the forest. The final boss is always at the center.

The Faithless and Godless Titles gave them protection, but he wasn’t as confident as he let Rayner believe. Their goals, origin, and status would come into conflict with the gods, eventually.

Axel heard rustling behind him; Rayner heard it too. Then it hit him, a lifeless forest, fearful fairies, the alliance the Forest God had with the Inimi; Yazid.

Zombies!

The zombies came in human form, but many were animals and monsters. Rotting goblins, decaying Kobolds, armless humans, toothless wolves came at them from all sides.

Yazid must have raised those zombies for the Forest God, by force or some other agreement; he did not know. It was these zombies that protected the forest and the fairies. No army would be so stupid to pass through a forest full of creatures that were hard to kill and who could replenish their own ranks.

Rayner pushed through a group of three zombie goblins, creating a path for him. “Axel, I got one on the head with my hammer, it did not kill it!”

“I always thought the ‘headshot kills zombies’ idea didn’t make sense. If zombies don’t need a beating heart, breath, or stomach then they do not need a brain either.” Axel knew it was a bad time for commentary. A bad habit he had when he was terrified out of his mind.

“Yazid did this right? So maybe something he said has a clue how to get out of this.”

“When you think of it, tell me. For now, let’s run,” he said as he slashed at a zombie’s face, with little effect.

The duo was still going in the right direction, but zombies were coming out everywhere. From the ground, inside trees, under rocks; one fell on Rayner and Axel had to kick it off him.

He should have listened to Yazid more, turns out he was trying to teach them how to survive all that time. If smashing their brains doesn’t kill them, then what could he do? He had no fire, or holy water if that would even work. Running was the only option.

Soon they stopped trying to finish the zombies off and pushed them away from them instead. This was worse than the battle with the Inimi. No backup, no formations could help them against these foes.

“Why are they coming out now!” Rayner yelled while esenler escort pushing away two zombie creatures.

“The god we are trying to kill got news of its imminent murder and took offense.”

“Jokes, Really!”

He shrugged; the situation needed some humor. He stabbed a zombie in the eye, not like it mattered, these zombies could find them even without vision. If they can move without blood circulation, they can see without eyes. At least the sun was out, fighting zombies in the dead of night would have been a death sentence.

He checked his stats. Nothing had changed. Maybe they should have spent more time staring at their palms until they figured something out. Tough luck, no point wishing for what could have been, he had to figure what to do now.

People on this planet get their power from gods, but if mana is life-force, then everyone has it, regardless of what god they serve. So, gods are responsible for classes or skills. Both he and Rayner had class but no skills, that is the power gods gave their worshipers, skills based on class. He would have to create his own skill using his mana.

He needed time. “Rayner, I need to sit still and meditate, can you hold them off by yourself?”

Rayner looked at him as if he had grown horns. “No!”

“I knew I could count on you.” He put his back to a large tree and closed his eyes, trying to remember how he felt when first coming to this world, how he felt when he died, drowning out Rayner’s curses.

Yazid used mana to get them to this world, it was why he killed them. It was his only experience with mana. If this did not work, he did not know what would. He remembered the sudden pain of being stabbed, his life leaving him. Then waking up being filled with the life that left him all at once. He felt it in a sudden burst.

“I got it; I feel the mana!” Axel said with excitement.

“Good for you,” Rayner said. He had moved logs in a way that caused the zombies moving too fast to trip over them. Rayner would then smash their head in. The zombies still crawled toward them but it slowed them down.

Rayner would not be able to keep it up forever. Axel had to use the mana he could feel and turn it into a skill. He just needed to think of something that could kill zombies. No, not just zombies, then they would be in trouble when a new monster showed up.

Pain, that was the key, it’s what he felt when he died, it would be easy to mimic with his mana. He flowed his mana into his knife. He ran to a zombie that was coming up behind Rayner and stabbed it. The zombie let out a scream, it stopped reaching for Rayner and desperately clutched at the wound as if its hand could heal it.

“What did you do?” Rayner said.

“Made it feel pain with my mana. Your turn, figure out how to use your mana and turn it into a skill. I thought of how I died if that helps.”

“It doesn’t. That’s not what I want to think about.”

Rayner took his place by the tree and closed his eyes. It was now up to Axel to fight the zombies, to hold the zombie horde off until his friend found a way to defend himself using the power of mana. Axel would not fail, he would no—.

“Done! Force Hammer!” Rayner said. He ran past Axel, swinging his shining green hammer into a zombie. “Huh, not much damage, but as close to crowd control as I’m going to get.”

“How did you do it so fast!”

“While you were figuring out if Elves are fairies and all that other stuff, I was figuring this out. I can use it 20 times in a row, but If I pace myself I should be able to recover allowing more uses.”

Axel did not check to see how much mana his skill used, or how many times he could use it. He underestimated Rayner. Back home, when they played games together, Rayner was a source of running commentary on the sexism of the game worlds instead of min-maxing.

Axel checked his skills. Pain Knife appeared in the skills section. It used 1 mana, letting him use it 10 times. Did that mean his skill had more power than Rayner’s?

For now, he needed to figure out how he and Rayner could use these two skills to get out of this mess. “When I slash with my knife they’ll be disabled, then you push past them.”

“Got it. Can you keep up?”

“Can you? You have never beat me in a race.”

He activated his Pain Knife; a hazy red glow dripped from his knife as if he had already gutted the enemy. Axel stabbed and slashed at any zombie he could reach. It only took a scratch to disable them as the zombies had no defense against the unfamiliar feeling of pain. Most of the zombies dropped to the ground opening a path for them without Rayner having to use his skill to get past them.

They stuck with this formation as they ran towards the center of the forest, only pausing to recover their mana.

“Axel, even if we get to the center of the forest, we can’t fight a god with these things chasing us.”

“Yazid created these zombies, not the God of the forest. The Forest God can command them to attack us, or to hide, but would you let murderous zombies you did not create anywhere near you?”

Rayner took a look around, noticing for the first time that the mass of zombies had thinned out. “You’re right. The zombies I see now are the ones that followed us from the start. New zombies are not being sent to attack us.”

“Then if we finish off the zombies here, we can take a breather. If we don’t run into any others, we are safe.”

Axel charged toward the final group of zombies, knife raised, only for the zombies to step back. He stumbled, not expecting their reaction. When Rayner rushed into them, they attacked again. He quickly caught on. If these zombies were the ones following them since the start then they must have remembered that his knife could make them feel pain. A terrifying possibility for an immortal creature.

Axel motioned as if to stab them, and when they flinched back, Rayner jumped in and smashed their skulls. Beating their heads to a pulp did not kill them, but they preferred zombies that could not bite to ones that could. This was how they defeated what remained of the pursuing zombie horde.

***

The fights with the zombies left them covered in gore. It was easy to ignore during the heat of battle, harder as they walked toward the heart of the forest. At least they could rule out the zombies using smell to track them as they both smelt like corpses. Either the Forest God was guiding them, or zombies could sense mana.

Zombies being able to sense mana made the most sense. His Pain Knife skill used mana; if the zombies were sensitive to mana it would explain why they felt the effects of the skill.

They took their time, dispatching any stray zombies that came in their path, but most stayed away from them. They were especially wary of Axel.

“It’s about time we talk about how we kill this God, the Elves—fairies did not give us much information on it,” Rayner said.

“Hit the blinking red mark on its body,” Axel said.

“No jokes Axel.”

“Sorry.”

Talking about killing a god was fine until they got closer to it. They had no idea what it would look like, and only some idea what it could do.

“We can’t just wing this Axel. This is not a game. We don’t get another life.”

“You’re right, I know…It’s only an idea, but I think this god can’t attack us.”

“It’s been doing that since we entered the forest.”

“No, its servants attacked us. Let’s take stock of what we know. It needed the Inimi to drive the Dwarves out, the fairies to take care of the forest, and zombies created by Yazid to hunt us. Maybe some of its enemies are too far away or numerous to attack, but we are getting close to the heart of the forest and other than this oppressive feeling we are fine.”

“Matches up with the gods giving power to those that worship it. They can’t fight us directly. Still, if that’s true everybody could kill gods.”

“Our Titles, Godless and Faithless, are the key. Anyone who has the power to fight a god is aligned with them, but we have power without the gods.”

“And since the fairies no longer worship it, it can’t attack its enemies. Assuming worship is what gives gods their power. We are making a lot of assumptions.”

They were, and they still did not know how to kill the god.

The oppressive sensation weighed on them, making their movements sluggish. It hit them like a gust of living wind. Axel’s eyes began to water and his throat grew dry.

Rayner’s breathing became heavy, and he clutched his chest, he had it worse than Axel.

“Axel…my mana is decreasing, fast.”

Checking his palm, he saw that the same thing was happening to him. “Same here, but my mana is still at 7.”

Rayner tried to say something but couldn’t. Why was this effecting Rayner more than him? Axel grabbed his friend to prevent him from falling. As they came into contact Rayner was able to stand on his own again, the pressure letting up. They separated and again Rayner’s knees grew weak until he got close to Axel.

“It’s your higher level, it must give you a resistance to its attack,” Rayner said.

“That’s great and all but I don’t know if we can fight like this.”

“I have a feeling we won’t have to anymore.”

Without explaining himself Rayner continued into the heart of the forest.

***

They esenyurt escort entered a clearing much like the one the fairies lived in. Blooming red flowers covered the trees, the same flowers covered the ground. At the center of the clearing was a giant mushroom. A glittering mist came off it as it pulsed slowly, beating like a heart.

“This is the God,” Axel said, readying his knife.

“It has to be. Put away the knife. I don’t think we need it. Yet.”

Rayner walked right up to it, the back-breaking pressure they felt earlier no longer weighing them down.

“So much for being careful and thinking of a plan,” Axel muttered and moved to join his friend.

Rayner did not respond and was touching the mushroom, eyes wide open in a trance. Axel shook him, yelling at him to wake up, but nothing worked.

Rayner had walked up to the Forest God with complete confidence. He wanted this to happen, meaning Axel could not start stabbing the mushroom. It could backfire and hurt Rayner. Instead, Axel placed his hand on the mushroom as well. And his mind drifted.

When he regained awareness, he was with Rayner who was no longer in a trance, and Yazid was sitting on top of the mushroom.

“It’s not really Yazid. This is an illusion,” Rayner said.

Yazid nodded in agreement.

“Alright, let’s get to the point. You have pissed everyone off, so we have come to kill you.”

“What my friend means to say is that we are open to finding a peaceful solution.”

“Peace is not possible,” the Forest God in Yazid’s form said.

“Then why communicate with us?”

“I wish to tell my story before I die.”

“You want to give us your Will?” Axel said. This was not how he imagined events playing out.

“You have questions, my dying words can provide answers,” fake Yazid said. He made a gesture and two mushrooms appeared behind them for them to sit on. “I am but a weak, petty god, only special in that I was able to physically manifest myself in a living form.”

“And you chose a mushroom,” Axel said.

“I chose nothing. As I said, I was a petty god, a spirit, barely sentient.”

“Until the fairies started worshiping you.”

“Yes, I became their local deity, and I grew as they increased in number. They tended to the woods and flowers until it grew into a lush forest. I became that forest.”

“Until the dwarfs started cutting the trees down, I get that, but what about this treaty? Did the Dwarves break it?”

“…No, they did not. The treaty with the Dwarves benefited both of us. I worked with the Inimi because I wanted more power. For power, I convinced Yazid to raise a zombie army, abandoned my worshipers and betrayed my allies.” This God was brutally honest.

“I still don’t understand,” Rayner said.

“I do. He wanted a place at the big kids’ table. I assume the fairies don’t leave the forest and have little influence. With a zombie army and Inimi allies, you could be a mover and shaker,” Axel explained.

It was odd hearing the reasons for conflict explained with such bluntness. Those with power wanted more. No flowery excuses needed.

“What did Yazid get out of the deal?” Rayner said.

“I had the fairies obtain materials and bring it to his cabin prison.”

“Who imprisoned him?” Axel said.

“I did not care to ask. I suppose anyone who did not like the idea of a man who could raise an immortal army at will,” false Yazid said. “He had enemies everywhere. Yazid would be safer in prison than out in the world.”

“Why are you dying? Is it old age?”

False Yazid chuckled, showing emotion for the first time. “I made an agreement with Yazid not to hurt you two. I broke it, hoping to offer you to the Inimi. He set up a fail-safe in case I broke the deal. Right now, every zombie in this forest is draining my deific mana, it is killing me.”

Deific mana? Axel filed that away for later study.

“You can still control the zombies to attack us, but that led them closer to your location,” he said.

Rayner caught on. “Also leading them closer to your deific mana. The more you break the agreement, the closer you come to death. Damn that Yazid is clever, screwing a god from beyond the grave.”

“A perfect necromancer,” the God said.

“Wait, a second. I get how he set it up to kill you, but what if it was not us you attacked?”

“The zombies have mana sensing, remember?”

“Yes, now are you ready to take my will,” false Yazid said.

“You don’t deserve it, but yeah, say what you have to say,” Axel said.

Instead of speaking, the god closed its eyes, his mind drifted again. The illusion dissipated. The giant mushroom gone, the red flowers dead, and the surrounding trees had become husks.

***

Seeing a god die was not as satisfying as he thought. Fighting would have been preferable to the sight of everything around them dying.

“I think the moral of that story was never double-cross Yazid,” Rayner said.

“Makes me wonder if he has a fail-safe for us,” Axel said.

The thought disturbed them both; it was something they would have to investigate.

“Help me look for loot,” Axel said while looking under rocks and searching through the grass.

“No loot fell when we fought the zombies or the goblins. There won’t be any here either. As we keep telling each other, this is not a game,” Rayner said. “Now stop that and come here, it’s time to check our stats. If you focus properly, it will only show you relevant stats, it’s not like we don’t know our race and Titles.”

That got Axel’s attention; stopping his search for loot he went beside Rayner and shared each other’s stats.

Name: Axel, Level: 3, Class: Thug, Mana: 10, Skills: Pain Knife(1), EXP: 0.

Name: Rayner, Level: 1, Class: Barbarian, Mana: 30, Skills: Force Hammer(0.5), EXP: 30.

“This is bullshit!” Rayner said, “I got less EXP than when I fought the Inimi.”

“Other than being able to resist the mana attacks, I have not seen the benefit of gaining levels, I don’t have any points to distribute, and I don’t feel different. At least your mana increased, any idea how that happened?”

Taking a moment to think about it before answering, Rayner said, “I have a theory.”

“Theory sounds good, let’s hear it.” Axel wished one of those mushroom seats were around for him to sit on while they had this discussion.

“It’s like I read in Yazid’s book in the cabin. Mana is a combination of forces; life-force, stamina, health and whatever other magic exists in this world.” Rayner looked to him to see if he understood.

“Alright, I’m following.”

“What we did was like exercise, but instead of waiting weeks to see the results, we see them in hours or days. The parts of mana work together. Life-force can’t regenerate normally, health takes healing, stamina needs rest or food to recover.”

“But magic doesn’t, when the magic recovers everything else does too. That’s why you have high mana as a barbarian.”

“That’s the theory or I’m secretly going to be a strong magic user.”

“Maybe you can be? Mana is comprised of different energies, but mana is mana, you should be able to use it however you want.”

Rayner shook his head. “I think my class may restrict what type of skills I can use.”

As they thought on their stats, Axel noticed something appearing on his stat sheet. It was an item, Will of an Unnamed God. He showed it to Rayner.

“Looking closer, I have it too. Don’t know why I didn’t see it before. Then again, we weren’t looking.”

Axel focused on the item name, hoping something would pop out, but nothing happened. Items being held in a magical dimension of infinite storage were also something that did not carry over from games to this world. Instead, he saw lines of text.

Reading from his palm was not awkward, because he was not truly reading from his palm; it reminded him of the augmented reality glasses back in his world. He only needed to think about scrolling to read through the text. However, like augmented reality and VR, it hurt his eyes when looking at it too long.

Much of the Will was the God complaining about its lack of power, the lack of respect other gods gave it, not having enough worshipers. On and on it went.

“It’s like reading the diary of a teenage girl,” Axel said.

“If that teenage girl was a power-hungry bastard.”

“Exactly,” he said, laughing along with Rayner.

After spending some time reading through it, he found something interesting. “Other than the whining, there is some information about the Inimi in here. Those zombies used to be an Inimi army. They tried marching through the forest to surprise attack the Dwarves but got lost and picked off by zombie animals.”

“I skipped to the section you’re on. The name of the mountain is the Gray Peaks, and they call the city Grayhaven.”

“Well, that explains a lot. We really stepped into a minefield.”

“This Will is a gold mine of information, the general makeup of the Inimi army is in here, and so is basic information about the gods.”

“Just the ones he complains about… I wish I got a title called God Slayer.”

“I’m hoping you did not do this just for that.” Rayner looked like he already knew.

Axel heard something snapping, and pushed Rayner to the side, avoiding a falling branch. A tree also fell, and the others looked ready to follow.

“Looks like it’s time to go,” Rayner said. “Seems our petty god had a fail-safe of its own. You got the compass?”

“Yep, follow me. Exit is this way.”

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Just a quick note for the readers

I am not a tattoo artist any more than a Greek Mythologist. This is a work of fiction and any miss steps in the way things really work are because of these facts. None of the people in this piece are real, any reference to the real world is purely coincidental. Enjoy.

*

It was over. He was three days from opening his own parlor. No more shit jobs that the other artists refused because they had a reputation. No 20% to the asshole in the office with tattoos so old they looked more like a full body burse then art. No more snide pick-up lines from gay couples wanting a honeymoon three way. He would be the lord of ink, big gun, the man.

Walking thru his place he looked over everything one last time. He had worked two sometimes three jobs to get all his equipment, nothing half-assed either, medical grade all the way. Tomorrow he would walk, get his degree and make his way into the future. ‘Dad I am going to make you proud’ he thought to himself. Fourteen years and still he wanted his father to be here, having been taken by cancer on the eve of his 12 birthday.

Looking into a glass case, his father’s ink-gun sat, in a place of honor. He could still remember the first time he had held it. Still had the scar too. He had been seven, his father asked him if he wanted to try it. It was ever boys dream to work with their father, so he had agreed. He picked it up and pretended to tattoo his own hand, it was still plugged up to the power supply. SO his pretend tattoo turned into a long jagged cut along his left thumb.

His dad hadn’t yelled or panicked, just cleaned him up and got him three stitches. On their way back home his father held his left hand up to him and said “Like father, like son, guess we don’t need to match each other’s tattoo’s when we have these.” They laughed about it all the way up to mom finding out. She was mad and upset, but after she calmed down. Even she laughed at the situation.

After that he would watch his father work, when he could. Read the trade mags and even got into the habit of drawling with three D-cell batteries tapped to the top of his pencil. His father told him the faster he learned to steady the weight the easier it would be to hold the ink-gun. Thinking back, everything his father ever said about tattooing had been iconic in its simple wisdom. Those became his mantra after his fathers’ death.

He had gone out on his seventeenth birthday and had a tattoo of his fathers’ ink-gun done on his right forearm. His mother was a little reluctant to the idea but could hardly argue to hard, having six tattoos of her own. And after he showed her what he wanted she not only agreed to let him get it. She helped him find an artist that would do it right.

“Three days, only three days and we start working together, just like we agreed Dad.” He said softly “Just give me a nod now and then, so I know I am getting it right, Ok?”

Walking from the back out into the lobby, he was startled to find a woman looking at the Flash-art that hung in frames along the left lobby wall. She was tall, long legs, and dark hair. She turned to him and gave him a smile that about stopped his heart. She was stunningly beautiful. Eyes glittered an unusual golden color.

“Hello, my name is Nikita DeNore, and I would like the honor of being your first customer.” She said. “You are Estephan Prizton?”

“Yes I am. Um, the parlor won’t open for three days, how did you get in here?” He asked.

“Thru the door.” She said, “Your work is inspired. I have checked around. You are the only one I would allow to do it. Plus you were recommended. I am glad you are no longer at that Roady Tatta’s Parlor. With the type of work I would like, I would have to keep looking for a true artist rather than sit in a place like that.”

“Ms. DeNore, I am overwhelmed. I didn’t think many people took notice of my work, and to hear I was recommended, by whom?”

“I am sure anyone who carries ink from your gun would more than notice. However, I was told that you would be most eager to take a commission. It was your father that recommended you after all.”

He stood there in silence. If this was a joke it was in the poorest of taste. This woman was a walking wet dream and now she is claiming that his deceased father had told her to look him up. It hurt, nothing about this could be true. Shaking himself from his shock he stepped to walk past her.

“This joke ends now. I would kindly ask you leave.” He said, holding himself from screaming at her.

“I will go, but would you look these over and think about it?” She asked and with a turn of her hand pulled a folio from thin air.

Again he was stunned, he accepted the folio as she handed it to him. Then she turned on a heel and walked towards the door, with each step she faded into transparency becoming completely invisible before reaching the door. It opened soundlessly and then slowly closed with its usual rasp and squeak. It clumped into place when ardahan escort he realized he had been holding his breath.

He looked at the papers in the folder. There was a general layout of tattoos, were on the body. There were symbols and runes that had to be worked into each piece. From the look of these notes and diagrams, this would be hours and hours under the gun in the chair.

The more he looked thru the papers the more he got excited about how intricate he was going to be allowed to push himself. As he flipped the last page a check slid from the folder and drifted to the floor. It was for fifteen thousand dollars. He picked it up. It was drafted off of a local bank. If this was a joke why go thru all the hassle. He picked up the phone and dialed the bank. Ten minutes later he had an answer. The check was legit.

What did that mean; she pulled the folio out of thin air, and turned herself in-fucking-visible. What the hell was going on? He laid all the papers out on his drafting desk and the check into the wall safe. He would have to sleep on this one. Maybe waking up in the morning might prove this all a dream anyway.

—+++—-+++—-

Graduation was what you expect, blah blah blah. He was half way to the parking lot before the caps hit the ground. By 3:45 he had his certification filed, his inspections signed off on, and his business permit ready to be framed and hang on the wall. He was starting to get annoyed at the number of people staring at him. Looking himself over, he was still wearing the gown from graduation.

He had better things to think about. He drove to his shop, opened the place and darted inside. The papers were still laid out on the drafting table and the check was… yes, still in the safe. Now he had to make the decision, take the money and BS that might come with it, or not. Looking over the diagram and runes only brought more questions. The kind he felt he would have to be hammered to understand. He was interrupted from his privet musings.

“Steven, where did you run off to? Your Grandmother was very upset that she didn’t get pictures of you in your cap and gown. I know you’re excited about this place but others are just as excited for you.” His mother said from the front of the parlor.

“Did she go home? Cause I have everything here.” He said stepping out of the back. “On top of that I have my first commission. I want to take all of you out to celebrate.”

“You have a commission already? For who?” She asked.

“Nikita DeNore. It is going to be at least ten sittings possibly 15.” He said. “I got a nice deposit so lets go celebrate. I have everything I need to open the doors on Monday, a client, and my birthday is a week from Saturday. Life just really is going my way.”

“You’re still wearing the gown? Have you been running all over town in that thing?” she asked.

“Sure, why not.” He answered.

—–+++++——++++++———

It was around 8 pm when he pulled into the parking lot. He thought about what the bank would think when the check hit his account. He would even more like to see the little blonde ‘Beety Boop’ cashiers’ eyes bug out of her face. She was always curt when he ended up in her line, stared at his tattoo like it was a snake, and always said his full name just loudly enough to get the rest of the bank staring at him. He wasn’t even sure what her name was. He laughed to himself.

Looking up at the Marque, the name he had chosen for his tattoo parlor stood proudly. ‘Sharpirion’ was still legible without the spot lights illuminating it. He stepped from his car and headed for the door. He looked both ways, too often some new teen driver had used this parking lot to practice on. Ok play around on. Nothing was on the lot save his beat up two door. Keys in hand he crossed and no sooner had his foot hit the side walk a voice startled him.

“So you will be taking my commission? I am relieved. You and your father are so very much alike.” Nikita said in a humored tone.

“Where?” he stammered as his key fell to the ground. “What are you trying to do scare me into joining my father in the hereafter?”

“That would be so unfortunate for more reasons than I can put to word. And as for where, I have been waiting. I can go into greater detail as we chat, I am aware it is going to take many hours to have your work applied to my skin.” She said.

“So you were waiting, why are you here thou?” he asked.

“To be equipped. As far as this evening, to give you access to your canvas.” She said smoothly. “Surely at devotee of Athene understands these needs.”

“Athene? The Greek Goddess of War? Why would that matter?” He asked.

“Do they teach nothing in this age?” She inquired in return. “Yes that would be her, but war was not the only devotion in her covenant. She holds sway over Warfare, Wisdom, Architecture, and Crafts. Artists have followed her for untold centuries.”

“Right, shall we go inside to talk about this artvin escort then?” He asked snidely.

She didn’t seem at all phased by his tone, she just turned and waited for him to open the door. He leaned down to pick up his keys. The manner in which she stood allowed him to see under her dress, and the lack of any undergarments. He stood and hoped he was not blushing.

Once they had both entered he closed and locked the door. He motioned for her to follow him and took her into the ink room. It was a clean room, surgical steel tables, tile flooring, and painted in a soothing crème color. As she stepped into the room she unhooked the dress and let it fall to the floor. He turned to ask what she wanted to start with but was stunned to silence seeing her standing there naked. She moved without shame or embarrassment. Even seeing his stunned expression staring at her body did nothing to change her demeanor.

“So how should we begin, Estephan?” she asked.

“What?” He returned.

“How should we begin? It seemed a simple enough question. Are you uncomfortable with nudity? As a young man I would have thought you’d revel in delight at having a nude woman to work on.” She said.

“I don’t have a problem with nudity. I am a bit startled by your need to be so without asking first.” He replied. “As far as how to begin, I haven’t even had a chance to go thru all of the pieces you gave me. It was what I was planning on looking over this evening. If you want to be the canvas I have no problem with it. These are your tattoos after all. I can handle it if you can.”

“Very well, where do you want me?” She asked.

He walked over to the table and pulled a few lock pins and folded it into a reclining position, draped a towel over the cold metal, and motioned for her to lay down. He went into the drafting room and got the folio. It occurred to him that he was going to need his entire cart for this. Tossing the folio onto the art caddy cart he dragged the whole thing into the clean room. She laid on the articulation table with a studying looking on her face.

He followed her line of sight and saw what had her interest. It was a wooden plaque with his father motto burned into the wood. ‘Tattoos are mistakes you can’t fix’ it read. She looked at him questioningly. He shrugged.

“Dad would use that for unmarried couples. He always said that a tattoo was a commitment, one that everyone you meet is going to judge you by, so make sure you are saying the right thing.” He said.

“And what does that say about you?” She asked pointing at the ink-gun tattoo on his arm.

“That I am my father’s son, I am his legacy. Most people see it and nod, everyone loses someone they care about, I just show my remembrance differently.” He spoke proudly. “Going thru these I noticed there is no mention of colors. Do you want it monochromatic, cause I can do that. And are you sure you want this much on your body. You’re beautiful, why mess with perfection?”

“You are your father’s son alright. He said much the same thing. I would choose another way but they could be lost, stolen, or broken. Leaving proof of the higher realm is forbidden.” She said.

“The higher realm? Like gods and angels and stuff?” He asked.

“Yes, not to mention, Nymphs, Dryads, Muses, Demons, and numerous mythical beings. Many would walk the world if they could, my being here is a trial to see if it is possible.” She said.

“Wait if it is forbidden to leave knowledge of this in the world, you going to kill me when I am done?” he yipped an octave higher than his normal tone. “IF that’s the case I quit!”

“Wait, we are allowed to tell one soul, someone that will help us learn about this new age and give us a way of bringing our power back to the world. I myself am a Nike, Messenger and Bringer of Victories, in other parts of the world I would be called a Valkyrie. A war-maiden that carries souls of fallen hero’s to the afterlife.”

“So which one are you going to bring back into the world? You going to be a good thing or a scary thing?” He blurted, his hands trembling slightly.

“I am going to follow the nature of the artist that gives me the ability to walk the world. Are you a bad person? No you’re not, or I wouldn’t be here. Things from this world can’t travel to the other, tattoos if done with heart and meaning, can. So I am here. Wanting to be in the mortal world, making a difference, not having to get new purpose every time I travel back.” Her eyes held his as she spoke.

“So you would become something else with the tattoos?”

“No and yes, you are an artist. You show it thru you work, I am similar. You draw, paint, and tattoo. I covey energy, how I do it changes based on the tools I have access to. If those tools are armor, sword and shield, I would be Valkyrie, if they were jewelry and charms I would be more Cupid-esk.”

“So these tattoos are going to be your tools?” He asked.

“Yes, and after I have them I won’t have bodrum escort to get new ones every time I travel into the mortal realm. See each Nike only gets a decade to be here every 100 years. I have been here for three years already looking for tools. If I came into this realm and had my tools with me, I could do a lot more for the world.” She stated whole heartedly.

“Then I suppose I will have to really get them right, and keep you as beautiful as inhumanly possible.”

“How would you….”

“It was a joke. Now about colors.” He said.

Over the course of the night he worked, along her arms, legs, back. Tattoo pencils, paint pens, and a rainbow of markers added color to her elegant skin. They talked about her place in the grand design and how she knew his father. He would reposition her from time to time, not one peep about where his hands were or how uncomfortable a position could be. In fact he had to stop. His lack of sleep was starting to take its toll. After the third attempt at drawling an Omega symbol he put down the marker and shook his head.

“I can’t do anymore right now.” He said.

“I was wondering when you were going to stop. By the clock on the wall over there, it is almost 7 o’clock. You must get some sleep and food, maybe not in that order.” She stood up and slid her dress back on. “I think I should drive, hand me the keys” Holding her hand out.

“Can you even drive?” he asked.

“Yes, it wasn’t that difficult to learn.” She replied.

He thought about it for a moment then tossed her the keys. He was having a hard time focusing on standing, driving was definitely not a good idea. They left the shop and she even locked the door. Once he was in the car in a seated position he was out.

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When his eyes opened again, he was in his own bed. The door to his bedroom stood open and he could hear someone singing, Nikita? He rolled to the side and got a face full of dark sweet smelling hair for his effort. He pushed himself up, Nikita was lying in the bed next to him. It was even more startling to feel that he was naked. Even living alone he would keep boxers on while he slept.

“You are awake” she said softly.

“If you are in here, who is out there singing?” he asked. His eyes darted to the clock, 1:36 pm. “Is it still Saturday?”

“Her name is Ducici, she is a dryad of my acquaintance. You are a heavy man when you are unconscious I needed help carrying you in here, as well as getting you out of the dreadfully tight cloths.” She said, “You have slept for only 7 hours, the day is the same.”

“Dryad? Maiden of the wood, right?” He asked as he fell back into his pillows. “Aren’t they bound to an oak tree or something?”

“Yes, she lives in the one just outside your window.” She said.

“Hmm. I thought that was an elm.” He said. “So I fell asleep in the car, how did you know where I lived? Why didn’t you just wake me and tell me I was home.”

“We tried waking you. That didn’t work, so we carried you. I have known where you dwelled for some time now. I would not have offered you a commission if I hadn’t checked up on you, even with your fathers’ recommendation.” She said. “Tattoos are forever. And in my case that would be fact. Immortals must take great care least we carry scars the same way. You should bath and eat.”

“Nikita, when the artist wakes… Oh, hello Estephan.” Ducici chimed as she walked into the room. “Sir, your cupboards are quite bare. How am I to prepare food if there is nothing here?”

“What at you talking about? I did my shopping day before yesterday.” He said as he hauled himself out of bed and crossed the room. Turning in the hall, it was only four steps to the kitchen. Boxes and cans littered the countertops. Most of the draws looked as thou they had not been unrifled either.

“Where do you keep your meats and cheeses’? Does this house have a pantry somewhere else?” Ducici asked innocently. “Am I missing something? And what creature have you in the growling box?”

“Growling?” He asked as he stepped and opened the refrigerator. “I have plenty of food. See.” He said to the dryad who only timidly peeked into the kitchen from the hall.

Nikita walked past the dryad. “She has just awakened and is not as familiar modern practices. If you have books on the subject…”

“I don’t have any cook books, I am a guy. Meat, fire, and microwave. Not a whole lot to it.” He said.

“You are surely a man, sir.” Ducici said huskily. Her eyes glittered as they played their way down his body. Nikita raised an eyebrow and put on a half grin as well.

He released the fridge door, letting it fall closed as he realized in his haste he was still naked. He grabbed a random box from the counter to cover himself. He could feel the heat in his skin rise as he blushed head to toe. He darted past both of the women and scooted into the bathroom. Closing the door he locked himself in.

Tossing the cake mix aside he looked at himself in the mirror. “Ok this is getting weird. How… What am I going to do? A dryad trying to cook and a nike wanting tattoos.” Shaking his head, “Shower, just get in and try to keep it together.”

Knock, knock.

“What! I just need a little time alone.” He called.

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This is next installment in the saga of Jennifer, a submissive woman, who is discovering a deeper sense of her submission. I hope you enjoy and your comments, votes and suggestions are greatly appreciated.

Jennifer Lowe woke up the next morning thinking about the same thing she had been thinking about the night before. She was thinking about an auction. Not about an auction for a piece of antique furniture or a fine work of art, but of herself. Naked in front of a room full of well dressed people who were going to bid on her services as a sexual slave. This was the new fantasy that blocked all other thought from her mind. Her previous evenings experience as she crawled naked along her condominium’s hallway and humiliated by some of her neighbors had set the fantasy of being a sex slave firmly in her mind.

There were things she needed to learn. She had taken the phone number from that woman Rachel, the Mistress of the slave Ginny, whom she met at the salon when she was waxed. Jennifer knew that she would call her and ask to meet her and discuss what really was involved in the auction process. Since it was the weekend, Jennifer had the time to think, no fantasize, more about what she wanted to do.

There were problems, of course. Jennifer had been successful in building an advertising business. She could step away for a time if she became an auctioned sex slave. After all, she did take vacations and the agency functioned well in her absence. Her new involvement with her neighbor’s was, well, exciting, and she liked the idea of being submissive to them, especially if they increased the sexual part as they hinted they might. She had thought that the auction could take place at Club 35 but Jennifer had dismissed that idea. She didn’t want to be sold to someone who had played with Jennifer at the Club. She wanted a new experience.

Jennifer spent the day naked. She hoped a neighbor would summon her and she would submit to whatever desires they had. But, the summons never happened and Jennifer returned to work the next day. She had already decided that she would not tell Mark, her Personal Assistant, about her latest fantasy. He knew of her submissiveness as did another employee, Christine, who had dominated Jennifer in the past and a new employee, Robin, who also knew of Jennifer’s desire to be dominated and used sexually.

The day passed quickly and Jennifer returned home. She did not receive an envelope from her neighbor’s telling Jennifer that her services were required. Getting over her disappointment, she undressed and made some dinner. Afterwards, she found Rachel’s card and dialed. Rachel answered.

“I hope you remember me. This is Jennifer and we met last week at the salon.”

“Yes, of course I remember. What can I do for you?”

“You’re going to think I’m crazy, but do you think we could meet and you could tell me more about being auctioned off as a sex slave? After meeting Ginny last week, it’s really all I think about.”

“Of course. Ginny had said to me that she hoped you would call. Why don’t you come over Wednesday night? Say, about 8:00 o’clock?”

“That would be terrific.”

Rachel gave Jennifer the address and reminded her that Ginny was her slave and as such, she would be naked. Jennifer told Rachel that she understood and they said their goodbyes.

Work had succeeded in doing what Jennifer couldn’t do herself; push thoughts of her meeting with Rachel and Ginny out of her mind as issues at work demanded her full attention. Once she was satisfied that the issues at work were solved, she headed home. Once again, there was no letter from her neighbor’s. Jennifer undressed and remained naked, opening her blinds and curtains once she was naked. She had a bite to eat and was going to pay some bills when there was a knock on the door.

Jennifer opened the door after seeing that it was Roger, a neighbor who Jennifer suspected was the ringleader of her neighbor’s organized domination of her.

“Naked. That’s good.” Roger said as Jennifer stepped aside to let him in.

“Tomorrow night at 10:30, you will put your collar on and crawl to my apartment door. Some of your neighbor’s want to sample more of you. It should be fun.”

“Unfortunately, I can’t.” Jennifer replied and thinking quickly, she lied. “I have a business function. We had agreed that if there was a business commitment there would be no conflict with the group.”

“Yes. That is what we agreed. Well then. In thirty minutes put your collar on and crawl to my apartment. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Roger.”

Roger turned and left Jennifer’s apartment. Jennifer could feel herself getting wet as she went and took a quick shower. She put her collar on and went to her door. It was time. She opened her door, turned the bolt and bent down and crawled out into the hallway toward Roger’s apartment. Still on the hallway floor, she reached up and knocked on the door. Roger opened the door and stood aside as Jennifer crawled into his apartment.

“What do we have here, gebze escort Roger?” Jennifer recognized Cameron’s voice.

“Looks like a naked slave to me, Cameron.” Jennifer looked up to see Steve, her very tall black neighbor.

“From where I’m sitting, the slave has a wonderful looking ass.” Jennifer turned to see a neighbor who, along with his wife, had spanked and fingered her during her last adventure with her neighbors.

Jennifer, feeling a bit devilish, wiggled her shapely ass at them.

“Now, Steve. That’s not the part we are going to sample tonight. Slave. Get on your knees.”

Jennifer complied and when she was in position, Roger left the room, returning with a towel and a glass. Jennifer could hear the two other men in the room removing their clothes. Roger spread the large towel in front of Jennifer and placed the glass on the floor.

“We were going to do other things to you tomorrow night. But, since you won’t be available, I put this little party together.” Roger smiled at his companions as he began to undress. “Who wants to go first?”

Cameron moved in front of Jennifer, holding his cock. He pushed forward and Jennifer knew what she had to do. She opened her mouth and began to suck on Cameron’s cock. Jennifer moved her tongue over his cock aa he began to swell. She moved her mouth up and down his shaft, licking the underside of his cock. She had no difficulty taking the entire length of the cock into her mouth. Jennifer thought to herself that she had certainly sucked larger cocks. Cameron moaned as Jennifer continued her sucking and preparing to swallow everything that Cameron gave her. But that didn’t happen.

Cameron pulled out of Jennifer’s mouth before he began to cum. He rubbed his cock, all the time aiming at Jennifer’s face. His first stream hit her in the forehead. The second on her nose and mouth. Cameron wiped his cock on Jennifer’s face, painting her nose and lips with cum. When he pushed his cock against Jennifer’s lips, she opened her mouth and licked him clean.

When she had finished sucking Cameron’s cock clean, she reached for the towel.

“No!” Roger barked. “Leave the towel where it is.”

Jennifer put the towel back and Steve moved forward. Jennifer could see that he had a bigger cock than Roger. Steve moved in front of Jennifer and she opened her mouth when Steve told her to. He pushed his black cock into her. When Jennifer began to move forward, Steve stopped her.

“Just keep your mouth open.” Steve said.

Jennifer kept her mouth open and let Steve do you what he wanted to do. He pushed his cock in slowly and then withdrew. He pushed in and back out, keeping his cock head inside Jennifer’s mouth. Steve didn’t want a blow job, Jennifer thought. He wants to fuck my mouth. Jennifer didn’t move her head as Steve continued his thrusting. When he pushed the entire length of his cock into Jennifer’s mouth, she gagged. She gagged a few times as Steve pushed into her mouth.

Just like Cameron, Steve pulled out and shot his load onto Jennifer’s face. The cum covered her eyes and cheeks. She felt cum drip onto her mouth. Did they want her to leave or should she lick up the cum dripping on her lips? She swiped her tongue across her lips and swallowed what she had licked.

Roger stood in front of her now.

“Start sucking. I want you to do the work.” Roger ordered and Jennifer moved her head forward and took all of Roger’s cock into her mouth.

Roger’s cock got hard quickly. He placed his hand on top of Jennifer’s head, the only place where there wasn’t any cum. Roger tensed as Jennifer took his cock all the way in. Jennifer moved her head back and dragged her tongue over Roger’s cock. He pulled out as his orgasm approached and aimed his cock at Jennifer’s face. His cum hit her in the eyes and nose.

“Nice one, Roger.” Cameron said as Roger finished shooting on Jennifer’s face.

“Take the glass, Jennifer, and collect all the cum from your face.” Roger ordered.

Jennifer took the glass and with her other hand began to scrape the cum off her face and into the glass. Jennifer got as much off her face as she could but her face still felt sticky.

“You know what to do.” Cameron said.

Jennifer brought the glass to her mouth and tipped the contents into her mouth and swallowed. She had swallowed larger loads but never like this. The three men stood in front of Jennifer and without being told to do so, she sucked each one into her mouth to clean off whatever cum remained.

“Crawl back to your apartment.” Roger said sharply.

Jennifer got on her hands and knees and crawled toward the door. She knew the men were staring at her ass as she crawled. She opened the door and crawled into the hallway and back to her apartment.

Jennifer stood up once inside her apartment. She walked to the bathroom to look at her face. The cum had started to dry. She swiped her tongue over her lips and was able to swallow a little bit more. She turned on the tap and washed gümüşhane escort her face before getting into bed. Before she fell asleep, she wondered how many cocks would cum on her face if she was a sex slave. Perhaps she would find out tomorrow night when she met with Rachel and Ginny.

Work dragged on the next day but satisfied that things were well in hand, Jennifer left a bit early, telling Mark she was meeting friends for dinner. Mark looked at her with a “what kind of friends” look. Jennifer patted Mark on the shoulder as she left.

Back home there were no new letters and Jennifer was deciding what to wear. She remembered what Rachel said about being nude and thought something casual would be appropriate. She wondered if Ginny and her would engage in another sexual encounter. The sixty nine at Nancy’s salon was an unexpected pleasure. Jennifer asked herself if submitting to an auction and being the slave of a person or group, subject to their every whim, was really something that she wanted. The answer always came back “yes.” Settling on a matching bra and panty set, slacks and a pullover blouse, Jennifer slipped on her shoes, grabbed a jacket and left for her appointment with Rachel and Ginny. She hailed a cab and twenty minutes later she rang the bell of their house.

Ginny answered the door wearing nothing but a big smile as she stepped aside to let Jennifer enter.

“We thought the front room would be the most comfortable. Would you like a glass of wine?”

“Yes, please.”

Ginny led Jennifer into the front room. Rachel stood up and walked toward Jennifer.

“Good to see you again.” Rachel said as she shook hands with Jennifer. “Come, sit in this chair.” Rachel pointed to a very comfortable looking chair and Jennifer sat down. Ginny brought her a glass of wine. Rachel already had a glass. Ginny also had a glass of wine which she put on an end table next to Rachel. Ginny sat on the floor at Rachel’s feet. Ginny spoke first.

“You are thinking about selling yourself at an auction, is that correct?”

“Yes, it is. I was hoping you could tell me what it was like, what you experienced.”

“Gladly. But first, we would like to know about you, more importantly, what your experiences are and what you like and don’t like to do.” Rachel said.

Jennifer took a deep breath and explained that after her husband died, there was a sexual void in her life. She had slept with men after her loss but that was unfulfilling. She went on to explain that she then found Club 35 and her early experiences there.

“How did you hear about the club?” Ginny asked.

Jennifer explained that she heard about the Club from an employee who was a member and volunteered at the Club as a Dungeon Guard. Jennifer also said that she found out that another member of her staff also attended the Club.

Ginny smiled at Rachel as Jennifer continued. “Both have been very helpful in me discovering this, uh, sexual side of me.”

“Have they dominated you?” Ginny asked.

“The male is gay and more submissive. He has helped put me in bondage and has applied lube to my rear end, but nothing else. He looks out to make sure my limits are respected at the Club. But the other, a female, has dominated me.”

“I met Rachel at work. Like you, I’ve lost my husband but he was always supportive and helped me discover that being submissive, being a slave, was something that I needed. When Rachel bought me it was for one year but when the year was up, I stayed. You are not dominated at work then?”

“No. Only the two I mentioned and one other person at my company know that I am submissive. There is no mention of it at the office.” Jennifer replied.

“Ginny was dominated at work. She worked naked and from time to time, we would dominate her, either by spanking or paddling, or the men would fuck her and she would go down on the women. It was a small office, and Ginny worked naked.”

“Really?” Jennifer asked Ginny almost in awe.

Ginny got up and went to sit in a chair across from Jennifer.

“If someone came into my cubicle, I would swivel on my chair to face them and do this.” Ginny lifted her legs and draped them over the arms of the chair. He pussy lips were spread open. Ginny stayed in the chair and continued. “I love being naked. I very rarely wear clothes, even at family functions. If we go out, I will wear a short jacket that doesn’t hide very much.”

“I do, too. I stay naked at home. I don’t share my home but I keep the curtains open.”

“Well, if you love being naked, you should get that way know.” Rachel said.

Jennifer bent down to slide off her shoes and stood up to pull her blouse over her head. Her slacks came off next. She put her outer garments on the floor next to her chair. Her bra and panties were quickly removed. Jennifer sat down and with her submissiveness taken control of her, she draped her legs over the arms of the chair, exposing her pussy to the view of Rachel and Ginny. izmir escort

“Now that your comfortable, what experiences have you had?” Rachel asked as she stared at Jennifer’s pussy.

Jennifer began to relate her experiences to Rachel and Ginny. She told them of being in the stocks at Club 35 and the heavy whipping she took from Catherine that was followed by an anal gang bang.

“How many guys did you take up your ass?” Ginny asked.

When Jennifer replied that ten cocks had fucked her ass and that she swallowed all ten loads of cum, the two listeners were almost speechless.

“You told me that you like things in your ass when we met at the salon.” Rachel said. “I guess you really do!”

“You mentioned that Ginny likes things in her asshole, too.” Jennifer replied smiling.

“I do, but I’ve never been gang banged by ten cocks in my ass. That’s really incredible.”

Jennifer continued telling of her experiences, and ended with her relating her new experiences with the her neighbor’s.

“So when Nancy mentioned that she had a client who had been sold at an auction, I was, well to be honest, quite turned on. Can you tell me how this happened and what took place and, most importantly, is it safe? I mean, I don’t want to be kidnapped or anything like that.”

Ginny and Rachel laughed.

“It’s quite the tale and we will tell you everything you want to know. We have even alerted someone to the possibility of you auctioning yourself. I would want him to arrange it if you decide to do it.” Rachel said. “But let’s have another glass of wine and I’m sure you would like to stretch your legs. You have been sitting with your pussy on display for over an hour.” Rachel said.

Jennifer and Ginny got up from their chairs and stretched while Rachel took the wine glasses and refilled them. Ginny walked up to Jennifer and put her arms around her.

“You’re really quite beautiful.” Ginny said as she drew Jennifer close, their tits rubbing against each other. When Ginny kissed her, Jennifer open her mouth and let Ginny’s tongue caress the inside of her mouth.

“Now, now.” Rachel said as she put the wine glasses down. “None of that or I will have to spank the two of you.”

“I hope so!” Jennifer replied. Ginny giggled.

Now, it was Ginny’s turn to talk. She told Jennifer about the games she and her late husband played and that eventually led to Ginny telling him about her fantasy of being an auctioned sex slave. She told Jennifer about meeting Jonathan who arranged the first auction and the other times Ginny was sold.

“Sorry to interrupt, but is that the person you mentioned earlier?” Jennifer asked.

“Yes, same one. Anyway, I was sold for three days, then again for a week. It was after that time I met Rachel and began to be dominated at work. To be truthful, I loved it.”

Ginny spent the next hour telling Jennifer about the rest of her experiences and how Rachel came to own Ginny.

“So, are you only dominated by Rachel now?” Jennifer asked. Both women smiled and it was Rachel who replied.

“Oh no, we still see friends and people who love to dominate Ginny. The only things that are different are the fact that we love and care for each other and that there are no more auctions for Ginny. But I must say, Jennifer, I am intrigued by your story of being fucked in the ass by ten men. I may have to have Ginny experience that!”

Ginny looked wide eyed at Rachel. “Whatever you wish, Mistress.” Ginny said softly.

“Now, Jennifer. What would you not allow to happen to your during an auction?” Rachel asked.

“The same limits I have at Club 35. No name calling or name calling humiliation. I may behave like a slut but I am not one. Nothing that will break any laws. I’ve learned that I can take a good amount of punishment but I don’t want to be permanently marked or pierced.”

“My goodness! That’s the same as me!” Ginny said. “Maybe we were separated at birth.” Ginny laughed.

“For a first timer, how long do you think I should sell myself for?”

“It was a long weekend for me, then a week. I would suggest either of those. The people who would bid on you would be known and screened. You would have to have someone deliver you to the auction site and pick you up at the appointed time.” Rachel said. “And, you will be naked the entire time.”

“I love being naked and I have someone who can take me and pick me up.”

“Ginny. Our guest looks like she could use some relief the way she keeps touching her pussy. Go eat her while I get some toys. Do you want to play, Jennifer?”

“Oh, yes please!”

Ginny began to crawl toward Jennifer as Rachel left the room. Ginny stopped in front of Jennifer, her face inches away from Jennifer’s spread pussy.

“I hope you do the auction. I was so turned on during my sale and the time with the winning bidders was more than I ever expected.”

Jennifer didn’t answer. Ginny began to take long licks along Jennifer’s slit, sucking Jennifer’s clit into her mouth. Jennifer threw her head back and let Ginny pleasure her. Ginny placed her hands against Jennifer’s hips and pulled Jennifer closer to her mouth. Jennifer moaned as Ginny continued to lap up all of Jennifer’s juices. Neither woman noticed that Rachel had returned to the room.

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Dramatis Personae:
Nick Shaw: Entrepreneur and Eternal Master of the ‘Order’
Kat Shaw: Nick’s Stepsister and Manager of Numenor Technology Arkham Mass.
Petra Shaw: ‘Deceased’ Stepmother now avatar
Jesse Tillinghast: Computer Genius and Nick’s Close Friend
Terry Wilkes: Software Genius and Nick’s Close Friend
William Bell Jr: Close Friend of Nick’s (Deceased)
Akira Kusanagi: Nephilim and Silent Master of the ‘Order’
Sora: Member of the Sisterhood and Kat’s bodyguard
Fire Heart: High Priestess of the Osirins and member of the Bast tribe
Nightwind: Biomechanical Avatar for Nick based off the Bast Osirin form
Mary Stone: Nephilim and Bakaret (Soul Thief)
Oswald Sebastian Kane or ‘Oz’: Nephilim (Via Professor Griffin’s Serum) and general rogue
Quincy Morris or ‘Quinn’: Nephilim (Via the Bloodstone Ring) owner of Quinn’s Emporium
Augustus Eisermann: Mayor of Hammerton Mo.
Celeste Eisermann: Daughter of Augustus Eisermann and Cyan Michaels
Cyan Michaels: Billionaire and Philanthropist
Gadda Doin: Farmer/Recluse whose property borders Mary Stone’s (Loki’s Father?)
Marie Dubois: Cajun and Majestrix of the Sisterhood
Loki: Ancient Immortal once worshipped as a Deity in many cultures and agent of chaos
Fen: Loki’s son
Magus: Rogue Zeitgeist that once answered to the Old Ones (Albino)
Garnet: Svartalfar and companion to Magus (Rune Mage)
Hermetic Order of the Silver Twilight: Secret Organization headed by the Eternal Master
Silent Shadows or the ‘Sisterhood’: female arm of the ‘Order’ who answer only to Akira
Nephilim: Hybrid offshoot of Humans and the Old Ones
Osirins: A group of tribes of humanoids that were sired by the Egyptian Gods in antiquity
Old Ones: Ancient Race of Humanoids who origins date back to the Hyperborean Age
Shifters: Short for Shape Shifters and able to alter their form at will
Svartalfar: Dark Aelves who once lived beneath Ygdrassil the World Tree
Akhkharu: Virulent predecessors to the Nephilim led by the Dark Mother
Numenor and Beyond (Nick)

December 5th, 2012

I knew that I couldn’t put off the conversation with Akira much longer and she did deserve to know what was going on but first I had a myriad of tasks to set into motion. I was eternally grateful for the fact that I had outstandingly gifted avatars to carry out my will without question or reservation. They stood waiting eagerly to be given these monumental tasks to accomplish and they didn’t have much time to complete them.

“Surfer,” I directed my most difficult task to him.

“Yes Master Nick,” he said with a beaming smile.

“I need you to make sure that the following museums are emptied and their contents moved to the designated locations.” I said sending him the information via holographic keypad.

“Yes Sir,” his expression became a little stressed. “I will do my best.”

“Lilith,” I said turning to the lovely young woman once more now that I was Master of the Isle she could drop her demonic appearance.

“Yes Master,” she purred.

“I have a list of young people who need to be located and tested for possible entrance into the school once it opens next year.”

“Yes Master, consider it done.”

“Morrigan,” I said turning to the once goddess.

“Yes Sir,” she bowed.

“I need you to observe the following locations for me unseen and report back to me in a week’s time. The information I require is in this file.” I said sending her a tiny document.

“It will be done.”

“Grim,” I turned to face my digital twin.

“Yes Nick,” he replied and all the others glared at him but he just smiled.

“I need you to go to the Vatican and have them empty their library and the contents of their private holdings and deliver them here.” I said once more sending a small digital file.

“Sir? Why are we moving relics, artwork and irreplaceable items?” Grim asked.

The gasp from the other avatars was loud in the small room.

“Because Grim if they are not removed they will not be there after the turn of the year.” I said with little or no emotion.

“OH… very well, I will make sure everything is secured on time Sir.”

That was that and with a nod from me they vanished.

“What about me,” Petra appeared tapping her foot.

“I haven’t forgotten about you,” I told her.

“How can I help Nick,” she asked.

“I need you to find the two shifters that have managed to sneak on board and murder two of the crew.”

“What?” she said in shock. “How long have they been on board?”

“Since before Aries went off and they may even be inoculated against Aries. I don’t need any more of the crew being replaced.”

“How am I supposed to spot shape shifters Nick,” she asked.

“You and Nightwind are going to work together to find them,” I told her.

“So that’s why you had her aksaray escort made,” Petra asked.

“It’s one of the reasons,” I say.

“Can I ask what the other is,” she asked with a smile. “I hear she’s ‘fully’ functional.”

“That she is, she can even achieve an orgasm or two, so I have been told.”

“You mean you haven’t…” she looked at me and placed her hand on my forehead. “…are you feeling well Nick?”

“I’m fine,” I tell her.

“So you say but your core temperature is only seventy two degrees. What’s going on?”

Sigh. Without hesitation I launched into the full tale of Bennu and the dire alchemy she worked upon me and what occurred after. I left nothing out and I saw the pain in her face and the desire to somehow protect me from the past.

“Oh Nick,” she said. “I wish there was something I could do to take it all away.”

“I know mom,” I told her.

“I will find these murderers for you but how do you know they are on board the Numenor?”

“The shifters are direct offspring of the Elder Things,” I explained. “After I swallowed the gift I can sense the presence of anything that is tied to them. Whether it is technology, locations or living beings; it is part of knowing what they know I guess.”

“Any suggestions on how I find them,” Petra asked.

“Actually I do,” I said as I sent her an upgrade.

“Ooh that tickles,” she giggled. “What does it… oh my god…?”

“Now you know how to find them.”

“Yes, yes I do,” she said tears flowing. “I will have Akira arrest them once I locate them.”

“Once they are in custody bring them to me,” I say.

Vatican City, Rome (Morrigan)

December 6th, 2012

The throngs of the faithful had diminished little since the outbreak of Project Aries or what the world was calling the Angel of Death. It had taken the lives of what some experts were saying were up to seventy percent or higher of the entire human population; a full twenty percent higher than the Black Death centuries before. Cardinal Renaldo Giovanni was taking his duty by hearing the confessions of the high ranking members of the church. Much to his surprise a veiled woman knelt across from him and crossed herself and began the prayer in fluent Italian.

“Bless me Father for I have sinned. My last confession was two hundred and thirty five years ago,” she said.

“My child what is the meaning of…” he began but then she continued his blood ran cold.

“Hello Longinus,” she said raising her head and he saw those piercing green eyes.

“YOU,” he hissed. “What are you doing here demon?”

“Oh Longinus is that any way to greet an old lover,” Morrigan whispered.

“What do you want Morrigan,” he whispered back.

“A good friend of mine is going to seek you out later today. I need you to help him without question.”

“And why should I do that?”

“For two very good reasons lover, the first is that if you don’t I will tell his Holiness who you really are. The second and more important reason is that he is a member of the Order. You remember your commitment to the Order don’t you Longinus?”

“My loyalties are to the church Morrigan,” he said.

“I was counting on that,” she said her eyes glittering. “The request my friend is going to make has to do with preserving the treasures of the church.”

“What’s going on,” he asked his handsome features growing pale. “It isn’t over is it?”

“No old friend it isn’t. If you have any sway over your fellow cardinals and the pope I would strongly suggest seeking higher ground. I can’t say any more than that but do it soon before the turn of the year.”

“Did the Order have anything to do with this plague?”

“I don’t know,” she lied. “But they are trying to preserve art, history and irreplaceable artifacts. If you really serve this church of yours help my friend when he arrives,” Morrigan said taking to her feet.

“Where are you going,” the cardinal asked.

“I have other museums and collections to save. Don’t hesitate Longinus, you were a soldier once and this is a good time to fall back on those old habits of taking orders. I hope we meet again.”

“Goodbye Morrigan,” he said making the sign of the cross.

“Farewell Longinus, may your god be with you.”

Antwerp, Belgium (Dark Mother)

Silver Twilight Lodge

The pack swarmed into the interior of the once regal and stately building now little more than a husk of its former glory. The interior had been stripped of everything of any real value long ago and what was left were shards and fragments of the terrific blast that ended the lives of several key members of the Order. Following the pack were a group of six, four men and two women they were all elegantly dressed in the fashion of centuries passed. One in particular stood out from all others as she was taller, more regal and carried a hidden power the others both feared and yearned to possess themselves. She was the Dark Mother and the ruination of the Nephilim race. She was a walking disease that spread not only amasya escort to her children but her human victims as well. Those that fell beneath her fangs rose again hideously changed and were infectious themselves and so the Akhkharu grew with each new casualty.

“Pity this was once a place of great beauty and power,” the Dark Mother mused to her children. “Though it may still hold secrets for those skilled enough to find them; Engineer search this place for hidden things and report back to me when and if you find anything.”

“Yes Mother,” replied one of the tall nobles who had entered the Lodge with her.

Then they entered the main meeting hall and found the victims of the blast still lying where the concussive force had flung them broken and shattered. The Dark Mother did not miss the fact that their signet rings were untouched. Whoever stripped this place must have belonged to the Order otherwise common thieves would have taken the gold and jeweled rings on these men’s fingers. How interesting.

“Lord and Lady Kusanagi search the bodies and find me the highest ranking member among them.”

“Yes Mother,” they said and stooped and moved among the bodies examining the rings.

“Here Mother,” Lady Kusanagi called out. “Here is a Temporal Master.”

“I must agree none of the others are that high of rank Mother,” Lord Kusanagi confirmed.

“Excellent,” she said as she moved to stand over the corpse. “Eww it appears this one was very close to the blast when it occurred. What do you make of that my children?”

“They were traitors,” Lady Kusanagi said without hesitation. “Why else would their rings still be here?”

“My thoughts as well daughter,” the Dark Mother purred as she ran her fingers through her child’s hair. “Now gather what bits and pieces appear to belong to this one and set them atop the corpse.”

“Yes Mother,” all of the children replied as they got on their hands and knees nobles and commoner alike searching.

“Ooh I see teeth in the ceiling,” said one of the pack as he climbed the wall like some giant insect to retrieve them.

“And here in the wall is part of a jawbone,” said another.

So very meticulously they managed to search, pry loose and scavenge what remained of the Temporal Master.

“Very good my children. Now watch a deep and dark magic at work,” the Dark Mother said as she slit her wrist and let fall her precious dark blood.

It was the bones that first reacted to the blood, turning black as pitch and reassembling themselves. The shattered skull remolded itself into a proper dome and the pieces of the lower jaw became as one with a sickening crunch. Then the spine and ribs molded into a recognizable shape followed by the hips and lastly the arms, legs, hands and feet were restored to whole. Now the muscle and internal organs reconstituted themselves from the smallest bits left on the thousand dollar suit and spread and grew until it appeared as if he had been skinned alive. Lastly was the skin that puddled over the body like molten wax and spread and covered the corpse until with a final transformation became snowy white and without mar. And the crystal fine hair that sprang from his skull into a long shimmering mane that would hang down to his middle back. With a flickering of eyelids the Temporal Master awoke reborn. He brought his hand to his face and then touched his cheeks and shuddered remembering the terrible sensation of being flung like a rag doll and being ripped apart before the darkness came. He sat up and examined his body and seemed intrigued most of all at his colorless hair so long and luxurious.

“I’m not dead,” he said and even his voice was deeper and richer than in life.

“Not anymore my child,” replied the Dark Mother from above him.

“Who are you,” he asked as he shakily got to his feet looking her in the eye unflinching.

“I am your Mother and the reason you still live,” she said with a serpentine smile.

His mind was already at work analyzing his situation and came to one singular conclusion.

“This is going to cost me big time,” he muttered and the Dark Mother laughed.

“Yes child it is,” she agreed. “Now tell me what your name is?”

“I am Sebastian Shaw,” he said and the entire pack took a step back.

“Really,” she said looking him over. “Oh my children we have worked a very dark and terrible magic upon our enemy this night.”

“Who is your enemy,” Sebastian asked.

“Why your son Nicholas of course,” she said smiling all the more.

“Nick,” he whispered. “How can Nick be a threat to someone like you?”

“You obviously don’t know your son as well as you might think Sebastian Shaw. He has become Death, Shiva the Destroyer and the Shatterer of Worlds. Tell him Lady Kusanagi. Tell him all about your daughter and his beloved son.”

“Yes Mother,” the ethereal creature said as she approached the half naked man. “My daughter is Akira Kusanagi, bound servant to your son Nicholas Shaw. What you may not know is that she is the Majestrix of the Sisterhood. antalya escort No. The Silent Shadows that serve the Hidden Master?”

Sebastian’s eyes widened in disbelief as he shook his head in denial and then the pieces began to fall into place. The small things like how the mayor of Dunwich had been so very generous with a priceless automobile. The mysterious funding of Numenor Technologies and the gift of a multimillion dollar super yacht to a mere boy; but where did it all begin? He lost a dear friend at school and was it a coincidence that the boy’s father was a member of high standing within the Order? Was William Bell Senior really the Hidden Master? If he was then the ring would have passed to his son and if the burden were too much would he have given the ring to Nick? Did a simple desperate act of cowardice of a weak son elevate his own child to the rank of Hidden Master? Oh dear god it all makes sense now! So it had been Nick who had dueled and beaten the Grandmaster! And his own plans to overthrow the powers that be within the Order had unknown to him set father against son. Did Nick order his death? Did he know? He had to talk to him, he had to look his son in the eye and discover that truth for his own sake. Oh Nick I didn’t know son, I didn’t know!

“Why are you weeping Sebastian Shaw,” the Dark Mother crooned.

“My son, I need to speak with my son,” he said his voice breaking. “I have to know.”

“Did your son order your death or was it the Eternal Master who discovered your plot is that it?”

“Yes,” he sobbed.

“Well I am going to give you that very chance Sebastian Shaw. I mean what is a mother for if not to reunite father and son?”

“I won’t kill my child,” he said turning to face her.

“You will if I tell you to child of mine,” she snarled and snatched him effortlessly off his feet. “I brought you back and can end you just as easily.”

Sebastian slumped in her grasp and she nodded and set him gently down.

“Get him some proper clothing and someone to eat, he must be starving,” the Dark Mother ordered and the pack swarmed out into the night and brought food and clothing.

Sebastian Shaw tore off what was left of his clothing and made his way to the communal showers the Order provided visiting members. He found that by some miracle the water was still running in this shell of bygone days. So he lathered up and washed the ashes and other filth from his porcelain skin and once clean he felt remotely human considering his situation. The archives of the Order had mentioned other races that lived alongside of humanity but he never believed them until now. He had become one. He dried off and went to his locker and opened it. Antwerp had been one of his favorite stops along his European route and he had spent many good days and nights by the sea. Sebastian looked at his much changed reflection in the locker’s mirror and gasped.

“So young,” he murmured to himself.

He looked barely older than Nick now. There was the change in skin color and musculature that was nothing short of amazing. He doubted there was an ounce of body fat on his new frame and the power he felt, the raw strength, was intoxicating. Then he remembered he had died and she had brought him back. That damnable woman had turned him into a monster! His rage rose and he saw the not so subtle changes take place in the mirror. His eye color changed from their blue green to an almost silver color and his feeding fangs slid down and into place and the shock drowned his anger and he turned away from the mirror.

He looked at the contents of what remained of his past life. There was so little of it that really mattered until he saw the gift. There tucked away forgotten and almost lost was Nick’s birthday gift to him. He had never even bothered to open it. He had always been so damn busy trying to make money and for what? It had cost him his first wife and maybe even his second. He picked up the box and sat on the floor of the locker room and gently tore off the paper savoring the moment; that was something he hadn’t done since he was a child. He set the paper down on the floor next to him and opened the lid of the box and saw the watch. It was just like Nick’s and he knew that the key to rebuilding his family lie in the secret that watch held. He set it on his wrist and watch in amazement as the band slid down and into perfect position. He felt the thrum as the watch powered up and the digital numbers spun until they settled on the current time and date gleaned from a source somewhere.

‘December 7th, 2012,’ said the silvery female voice of the avatar within.

“Do not speak until I tell you to,” he ordered it.

‘Yes Master Sebastian,’ then it went silent and dark and was just a plain old watch.

He rose and headed back to the pack and the Dark Mother smiling a secret smile. Sebastian strode into the blasted wreck of a room and found them waiting for him with clean clothing and a gorgeous young girl who couldn’t be much older than Kat.

“The prodigal son returns,” the Dark Mother purred. “I see you washed the shit and filth off, good lad. Get dressed and feed. You need to keep up your strength.” One of the pack whispered in her ear and she nodded and smiled. “Yes Gregori you are right, perhaps you should eat first Sebastian then dress. The first time can be a little messy.”

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He’d just packed his bags and was headed for the door. Every last bit of her soul cried out for him to stay but she said nothing. It was always like the little imp to keep her mouth shut when she should speak and had it rambling when she should be silent. His steps took him ever closer to his final exit and she just couldn’t take it.

A strained whimper turned into a desperate cry. The sound breached the silence and made him stop in his tracks. The plopping sound of his bags hitting the floor ensued. It couldn’t be this easy. Not with a temper that rivaled the fires of hell when it was in full swing motion.

He barely had time to duck before the vase hit the wall beside the door and sent shards flying toward him. The twist of his body bending over and down was instinct pure and simple. The look of unadulterated anger with a tinge of hatred bore into her once he let his eyes fall on her. “You little bitch.”

She remained in his visage a shaking lump of emotion that was coiled around the inner fear she could no longer hide. “I don’t want you to go….please don’t.” Glistening amber eyes met his dark orbs and pleaded with him. The disheveled look suited her despite the pain that tormented her soul. She was the epitome of a raging brat with a sensual core full of adoration. And despite her own good she couldn’t pull back even for him. It would be up to the man before her to show mercy and curtail the downward spiral they had plunged themselves into.

Thick fingertips graced a shard of glass and held it in a threatening manner. “Prove it. You’ll fucking do as your told or the mess I make will require a stay in the hospital. Do I make myself clear pet?” His words hit home and to make sure he knew it she placed herself on the edge of the bed, perched on her knees so she could still look up to him.

She rubbed her palms on her denim clad thighs to ease the itching sensations that began to inflame her flesh. What was she supposed to do with her hands? Her nerves were beyond frazzled and he was descending on her fast. His shadow fell upon her and forced her to gaze up at him, amber eyes full of unshed tears. “I’m sorry Daddy…”

With the back of his hand he swept her tangled hair from her face and caressed her cheek before landing a swift blow that nearly knocked her to the side. “Get up.” he muttered while she righted herself. “Not another word princess or I’ll stitch that pretty little mouth up myself. And as delicious as it would be to force my cock into that bratty mouth of yours all stitched up, I’ve got other things in mind.”

The hand holding the shard of glass slipped up to caress her face. She couldn’t help but sob and tried her best not to squirm. The tip of the broken glass bit into her with a smooth stroke that parted the line of flesh where her skin and lower lip met. The tiny cut immediately burst with tiny droplets of blood that expanded and lazily ran down her chin.

“The next time you use this mouth, you will think of what comes out of it. And every spasm of pain that comes to you is well earned. I believe you need the simple reminder don’t you pet?” Dragging his fingertips through her essence he took a firm grip of her chin and nodded her head for her. “Good girl.”

Thick lashes lay on her cheeks when she closed her eyes. The fresh blossom of pain he’d created bloomed bright in her senses. She never felt more alive than when she was in his grasp. To have him leave would have been a tiny death in and of itself. Turning her eyes back up to him she parted her lips and swiped her tongue along the fresh wound and groaned.

His tongue shared in the delight when his lips crushed hers in a rough kiss that simply made the wound deeper. “Mine…” he whispered against her lips just as his teeth sunk into her ordu escort lower lip and tugged back. The cry that escaped her was muffled but hit a pitch that proved he’d marked her with pain yet again.

“You’re to unfasten my belt with your mouth. Keep in mind while doing my bidding that it’s your mouth that’s managed to get you in trouble pet, and you are going to be punished over and over again for your transgressions.” Crimson covered lips were licked clean before he stood up in front of her and waited with arms crossed.

He’d put her on the spot knowing full well she never performed well in such situations. But this time she put herself in such a position. She almost had to pinch herself. He was here….he wasn’t leaving. The relief flooded her senses and fueled her fire. And if it meant she had to take whatever sadistic punishment he came up with…she’d take it and ask for more.

The blood continued to seep from the cut to her mouth and coated her chin with a thin veil of red. Closing her eyes and bowing her head she lifted herself on her knees and moved closer to him without leaving the bed. She welcomed the coarse sensation of his jeans against her palms when she slid her hands around his hips and leaned in to gently roll her head against his abdomen.

A masculine hand reached down and slid through her hair with an adoring touch. She wasn’t sure what hurt more, the tenderness that rang clear through his sadistic reign or the actual application of pain. Either way she adored him for it. It hurt to open her mouth, knew it would. That was the whole point after all.

Gingerly she parted her lips and winced, grabbing the tip of his belt with her teeth to ease it through the buckle. She had to use her tongue to slide it past the metal, swiping at the leather until she could grasp the loop with her teeth and tug his belt past the first metal obstacle. The act pulled at the vicious cut until it began to tear further. A protest was lodged in her throat and two seconds shy of passing between her lips when she heard the telltale grunt of approval from him.

Biting back her words, again she grasped the leather with her teeth and pulled the belt back to work it free from the buckle completely. Black leather held a sheen of crimson and the indentions of her teeth where her mouth had been. But she’d managed to bite and pull at his belt until it was worked free from the first loop of his jeans.

The clatter of metal ensued coupled with the distinct scent of leather. She raised a hand to grab for his belt and was met with another cut from the glass. A whispered gasp filtered up to him as she clutched at the cut and looked up to him. “I told you no hands pet.” A smile that was tender beat her down more than his hand ever could have. To prove his point, the sharp point of the glass now held a healthy dose of her blood oozing from the tip.

His face was set when she searched it for any signs of mercy. This was her mercy. He was going to drive her to the ends of sadistic distraction in order to claim the wicked beastly little brat she’d become. Without looking at her he whispered, “The belt pet…finish what you’ve begun…now.”

Lowering her head she eased back up to him with a graceful motion that arched her back and jut her ass out at a sharp angle. He landed a sharp crack to her denim covered ass and reprimanded her for still being dressed. Every trick in the book was going to be used to get her off track. In a flurry he removed his shirt and tossed it aside.

Blazing eyes watched her continue to work his belt out of the loops of his jeans while he landed another cracking blow to her ass. Before she could pull the belt any further, his hand was thundering down on her ass at an alarming rate and osmaniye escort she was dancing in the fire that burned her flesh regardless of her clothing.

Finally she had completely worked his belt free and held it tight between her teeth, offering it to him with a whimper that implored him. He paid no attention to the fact that she’d done as she was told. Instead he pushed her back on the bed and yanked her legs from beneath her so she was prone before him.

Stepping in-between her legs he reached down and ripped her shirt from her body and was met with the rippling motion of bare breasts springing free from the confines. She used the belt now, biting into it to ease the angst that was starting to grow. The need was so great she was almost thankful for the makeshift bit.

Dark eyes roved over her jeans and settled on her waist. The smile that curved his lips scared her and warmed her heart at the same time. “Hold still pet, I’d hate to have you bled dry before I’m done with you.” With a precision that was frightening he jammed the sharp edge of the glass into the crotch of her jeans and violently ripped up to split the stiff seam.

A sharp scream exploded from her as the glass bit into her labia but only knicked her flesh. Her heart was pounding and rivaled the roar of blood rushing through her ears. The shaking of her body told him that he had her right where he wanted her. She was pliable and would listen. Had any other man other than a sadist had her in his clutches, the claiming of the little beast would have been nigh impossible.

The rest of her jeans were ripped apart and disposed of by a man that was in no mood to be trifled with. He’d discarded the piece of glass for the belt and yanked it from her mouth. Cracking it down at her, he told her simply to lay her hands flat on the bed and lift her lower body up and hold the position.

This required her to spread her legs and leave herself completely open to him. Her breasts eased down with the rise of her ass from the bed. Before she had herself in position he’d swung the belt and landed the first blow to her bare cunt. He was pleased by the scream that burst from her lungs. “Higher pet….now.” he growled softly.

Shaking her head back and forth she braced her feet and let out a strangled cry when finally lifting herself from the bed. Raven locks curled against the seeping wound beneath her lower lip, blood clinging to silken strands that caressed the cut. It was the stinging bite of the belt that now held her attention. The belt kissed her again and marked her flesh with a welt that raised her skin with a strip of white that turned a garish pink then red.

His eyes were filled with his pet, yielding and begging for forgiveness, just where he liked her. Raring back he let the belt mark her flesh again, his hand soon to follow with a smack that landed on her mound with a grip so tight she had to fight to hold her place. Thick fingers curled deeper into her flesh and held her unyieldingly, digging into her cunt to feel just how excited she was for him. He yanked her forward onto her knees and relented for a moment, leaving her lying back perched on her knees.

“Is my pet wet for me?” he whispered in her ear while leaning over her body. He answered his own question by sliding two fingers between her nether lips to jab them straight into her molten core. The evidence was before him, coating the belt in his hand with a slick patina of pure desire. A needy groan was his answer along with the clenching motion of her inner walls daring to drag his fingers in deeper. She twisted her hips and bucked up into his hand only to find he’d withdrawn his fingers and given her what she deserved.

The belt slapped against her cunt and sinop escort curved around her thigh to create half of an x, soon to be crossed by another lashing blow. The tears poured from her eyes when he ground out from between his teeth, “Mine…all fucking mine!” In a fury the belt released every bit of anger he contained. Her body was his fucking canvas and he was going to mark her with every cursed hue of pain he could manage.

She cried out over and over again within the rain of leather breaking her flesh with welts that now bled and coated her body with blood stained precision. The belt inched up her body and soon her stomach and breasts were covered with the marks of a sadist. She could barely catch a breath and broke her silence with pleas that begged for forgiveness, “Please Daddy…I’m sorry!” she sobbed.

“Be still!” he snapped at her. They were both breathing heavy as if their life depended on that last breath. He braced himself with one arm, nearly lowering himself across her body, a primal growl telling her that he wasn’t going to wait any longer. His pants had been ripped down to allow his rigid cock to spring from them.

Agony claimed her and grew stronger when rough hands flipped her so that her beaten body was crushed into the bed. The softest of sheets felt as rough as sandpaper and seemed to cut into her as harshly as the belt had. She couldn’t help but scream but was soon silenced by his hand clamping over her mouth to pull her neck back and bow her body.

Her legs had been forced apart by his so he had the freedom to fuck her however he wanted. The sharp edges of her teeth sunk into his hand and he allowed it…even welcomed it. With a deep groan he shoved his cock in her pulsing cunt and began to thrust like a mad man.

He pressed her body into the bed so hard she screamed against his hand and bit down even harder. The sheets claimed the crimson depths of her pain and turned from a stark white to a gentle pink and finally a harsh red. His body shoved her down solidly into the bed with each and every thrust there after. This was about his pleasure and her punishment. There would be no command to cum.

Her cries died down to a mere whimper. Clear vision grew blurry with the crimson hue of passion. The slick sounds of their bodies colliding drove them both into an esoteric oblivion. Closing her eyes she felt each thrust in a slow motion that did not match the exact action. He spread her wide and made her squeeze down around him even harder to keep him, to hold him deep within and never let go.

The tip of her tongue played against his flesh that she’d just bitten, moaning with the sweet turn of pain into pleasure. The harder he fucked her the more she wanted. It was a hunger that he fed, a give and take that they fell into when in one another’s arms. And although she felt so very lost among these heady sensations, she knew she’d been found once again by her Master.

The plea he knew so well vibrated against his hand, she was begging for his cum. Another cry encumbered by pain erupted from her, soon to be replaced with the fervent cry of pleasure. He was her obsession and every dark sadistic dream in between. He thrust in firm and true, spearing her so hard her slick little cunt was about to split.

Both hands grabbed her waist to propel her back on his cock while he thrust with abandon. He seized up, crying out to her, letting her know just how much he adored her, knees locking as he shoved his cock in one last time and filled her with his white hot cum.

He rolled his hips and pumped into her slow and leisurely so he could feel how hot and tight she was for him. She’d coated every inch of his shaft with her own silent release. He knew the little minx would cum from the brutal attack. Leaning over her body he kissed her shoulder and nuzzled her neck while she lay spent and quite unable to move. His cock remained inside her as he lay down beside her and pulled her in his arms, shielding her from the world.

“Mine.” he whispered quietly.

“And don’t you forget it.”

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The serpent’s head slumped to the floor, scarlet blood gushing from its severed neck. The rest of the body stood for a second longer before collapsing into a writhing heap on the smooth, black basalt. Heidr snorted, spitting a few drops of blood from his mouth. He never quite got used to the metallic tang. He wiped his sword on the tattered remains of his tunic, tossing the fabric aside and striding forward in little more than blood, sweat and a loincloth. His thick mane of blond hair stuck to his neck. His skin glistened in the light of the strange red torches, strong muscles rippling under tanned brown skin.

It had been a long climb. And one full of peril.

The enormous snake he’d encountered in this shrine -with its pillars of black and gold encircling a colossal jewel-encrusted statue of some profane deity- had not been the first danger. There had been the lions at the gates of the outer wall, the half-human ape things that roamed the courtyards and, of course, the demonic guardian of the tower doors. All had met similar ends at Heidr’s hands and longsword. No mere plunderer could ever conceive of trying to raid the Black Keep, and yet here he was in the belly of it. But he couldn’t stop and loot; not until he knew for sure that the sorceress who ruled here was dead. Magic users had an annoying habit of holding grudges, you see.

Heidr kicked his sandals away, padding quietly across cold stone floors and hefting his sword in two hands. There was something in the air that had his skin erupting in goose-bumps; a tingle, a spark of life. Magic, most likely, coupled with the growing smell of spiced incense. He was getting closer to her chambers. He climbed a spiral staircase that seemed to cover the whole circumference of the enormous tower, creeping inch by inch, tapping with his foot for pressure plates and tripwires. Nothing. Either she did not expect anyone to make it this far -an understandable assumption for any other mortal man- or she was confident enough in her abilities.

And if she were confident, Heidr would have to be quick in slaying her.

At last, the basalt stairs brought him to a door. Solid mahogany, set with vast squares of obsidian and gold filigree depicting acts both macabre and lewd. He pressed his ear to it and heard nothing. That set his nerves on edge. He took a few steps back, squared his shoulders, and charged. The door swung open easily, and it was only his experience in battle that stopped him from tumbling to the hard floor. Instead, he slowed, brandishing his sword and searching for immediate danger.

The room was large and circular, with the same ring of black and gold pillars as the shrine below. But where below there was a statue to some serpentine abomination, here there was a broad, raised dais covered in large pillows and exotic furs. Figures lounged amongst them; women of many shades but one shape, namely petite and willowy. And at the centre of the dozen or so slender girls stood a tall, imposing figure with a predatory smile.

Her skin and statuesque beauty made her look as if she had been carved from the same basalt as her keep, but she was so full of warmth and life that she seemed to be a fire amongst black ice. Like the stone, she too was adorned with gold and jewels, in the form of bangles on her arms and feet, chains and pendants dangling between full breasts, and a bright girdle that hung on her ample hips. Not a scrap of cloth to provide her voluptuous frame with any sort of modesty. Her body was void of hair, including on her head, and everything shone as if she were oiled. Her smile and slow, deliberate movements gave her all the grace and power of a big cat as she stood, staring down at the barbarian.

“Welcome, brave Heidr,” She purred, “I am Yomela, and I have been expecting you.”

Heidr grunted, readying his sword.

“Oh? Not a word for your gracious host?” Yomela smirked, “And after I went through such trouble to provide you with entertainment.”

“Perhaps you should have found me something more challenging,” Heidr said bluntly.

“And exhaust you too soon? You’re not the only one who enjoys a good struggle.”

“Then we could have met alone. Or do you need your tricks and traps to fight?”

“I need no defences. My wiles alone disarm my foes.” She dragged her hands down her curves, the bangles and chains tinkling.

“Your wiles won’t save y-” Heidr started, before something between a gust of wind and an enormous fist slammed into his stomach, sending him hurtling through the air and onto the hard floor with a sickening crack. He pushed himself onto his knees, struggling for breath before another slammed into his back from above.

“I didn’t say my wiles were all I had, barbarian,” Yomela chuckled. She flicked her hand up, and the invisible hand threw Heidr into the air, crashing him into the ceiling before he collapsed into a heap at the steps of the dais. “Come now, kneeling so soon? I expected more from you.”

Heidr snarled, whirling on one foot and swinging the balıkesir escort massive sword at the sorceress’ unprotected neck. He felt the blade stop in something, and for a second, he smiled until he noticed that his arms had stopped as well. Everything had stopped as if hundreds of invisible hands were holding him in place. The sword’s blade quivered a mere inch away from Yomela’s neck, and one inch more away from her frightening smile.

“A noble attempt,” She said. Yomela pushed the blade down and out of Heidr’s hands with two fingers, stepping down the dais and passing behind him. “But a foolish one. Do you know how many like you have tried the same trick?”

“I will be the first to succeed.” Heidr shook as he tried to pull himself free from whatever spell was holding him fast.

“They all said the same. Didn’t you, slaves?”

It was only then that Heidr noticed something about the figures that had lounged on the dais; not one of them had breasts. They were slender and girlish, with long hair and soft faces, but their hips were also small and their chests completely flat. They were nearly naked, dressed in just a silk loincloth and identical chokers, each with a single smooth, white gem dangling from it. One of them shifted their legs, and the loincloth fell away. Heidr’s eyes widened; they were not women at all. They were -or perhaps had been- men.

“What curse have you wrought on them, witch?” Heidr hissed, struggling against the invisible bindings.

“Curse? Ha!” Yomela’s bark of laughter was like the tolling of an ominous bell, “I have freed them from the curse they were born with. A curse you share.”

“What are you babbling about?”

“Oh, you think you’re so mighty, don’t you? Cleaving your way through every problem, thinking only about the next thing you can kill, or eat, or fuck,” Yomela cupped his chin with her hand, “It’s so… pathetic. Like you have something you need to prove. Some desperate need to show the world ‘I am a man!’ Tell me, barbarian; who are you proving yourself to?”

“Stop speaking in riddles, witch!” Heidr snarled.

“Maybe you don’t know yourself. Or maybe… the person you are trying to prove your might to is yourself. Because deep down in that thick head of yours…” She leant in close, whispering in his ear, “You know you’re not a real man at all.”

“Your words and tricks will not sway me!”

“They do not need to. My actions will speak far louder.” Yomela pushed his head back. He felt like he would fall for half a second before his body seemed to float in the air as if he were suspended in water. Or perhaps something thicker, like oil. Regardless, Yomela could move him as though he were paper. She floated him away from the dais, pushing his limbs until he was prone. With a little smirk, she yanked his loincloth away. Her eyebrow cocked, and she smiled at him, tracing a finger along his exposed shaft. “My, it’s almost a shame to waste this.”

“Is that all you have sought? Someone to lie with?” Heidr scoffed.

“I have lain with many. And will lay with many more. But this thing of yours will never get to enjoy me, barbarian.”

Heidr struggled against the invisible force. “You are cruel, witch!”

“No. What I offer is mercy,” Yomela said. Her hands slipped around his cock and balls, slowly palming them both. Her soft skin felt good, he had to admit, and she knew exactly where to touch and squeeze. It wasn’t long before he was rock hard. A clench of Heidr’s teeth was the only thing stopping him from groaning aloud.

“You will have to do more than that to cow me.”

“And I will.”

She pulled her hands away and snapped her fingers. Heidr gasped as a hundred different sensations suddenly enveloped his shaft: as if dozens of hands were stroking at once, mixed with many more tongues and the silky smooth walls of impossible orifices gliding over his flesh. His cock stood tall and proud as if held up by the invisible force. There was no heat, no warmth to the ghostly touches, but there was just so many…

Yomela tapped the top of his head, dead on the crown, and something cold slithered under his skin. It seeped into his brain, dripped down his spine, flowed through every tiny nerve until his whole body was soaked in magic. It pumped through his veins, wallowed in his organs. And yet it all seemed to be drawn to one spot in particular; the same place the ghostly hands were caressing and teasing, pooling at the base of his cock as the pleasant pressure grew.

“What do you plan for me? Death by ecstasy?” Heidr growled.

“There is no death in your near future, barbarian,” Yomela said, “I seek to purify you. To remake you into something beautiful, just like I did to the others who lie beside my bed. Even now my magic is changing you, drinking up the worst parts of your body and mind. Arrogance, violence, the need to prove yourself a ‘real man’ when we both know you deserve better.

“Plainly, witch! I have no time for your mind games!”

“Very bartın escort well, Heidr. What I am doing…” Her lips curled into a cruel smile, “Is draining away your manhood.”

Heidr let it the idea sink in for just a second, before roaring and struggling against the magic that held him aloft. But it held fast. It felt as if he were encased in stone, or paralysed by some vile poison.

“Please, struggle for me! I love to see you panic before the realisation sets in,” Yomela laughed, “They all did you know. But in the end, they surrendered. And most of all, they enjoyed it. As will you too.”

He groaned, biting his lip and trying to push the pleasurable sensations out of his mind, but the ghostly tongues and tips just upped their tempo, curling around every inch of his cock and balls. Already he was hovering on the edge. The gentle flowing chill seemed to pulse, a wave moving down from his head and limbs until it crashed and bubbled at his hips. Heidr could taste blood as he bit harder on his lip, straining to hold back the oncoming tide.

And failing.

A flash of white in his mind and his cock rippled with pleasure. Ropes of cum sprayed out of him as his hips tried their best to buck into his ghostly lovers. A single ragged breath was the closest he gave Yomela the satisfaction of hearing. As the last spasm in his hips faded, he found himself soaked in sweat and still very much immobile. His head cleared, and he blinked. His cum was also suspended: it floated above his still hard cock, gently drifting together until it formed a small, semi-translucent orb about the size of a marble.

Before he had a chance to think about what magic was afoot the invisible tongues and fingers and holes started back up on his cock, making him shout; it was too intense, and too soon!

“That’s quite the mess you make,” Yomela said as she stood behind his head, “You must be more eager than I thought.”

“Eager? For what? This humiliation?!” Heidr snarled. He winced as something squeezed around his throbbing tip.

“Humiliation? Oh, please. You’re the one humiliating yourself by trying to live up to such a vile standard.”

“I don’t know what it is you think, witch, but I will not submit!”

“But it felt wonderful, did it not? The strongest orgasm you’ve ever had, ripping through you…” She chuckled, tracing a finger up his stomach, “And how easy it was to coax out of you. You may protest, but your body does not. Why, I think it revels in rejecting your masculinity!”

“Lies!” Heidr shouted before a spasm of pleasure shot through him.

“Don’t deny it, barbarian. Even now another orgasm is building in you: another chance for your body to expel that filthy manhood of yours. It’s so eager to cum… so eager to surrender.”

He screamed as the second orgasm shook him, stronger than the first. But still, the invisible digits worked and worked, already building the pressure even as the last drop floated out of him. Had Yomela’s spell removed his limits…?

“Mmm… that’s it,” Yomela stroked his hair softly, “Doesn’t it feel so good to just let go of all that nasty manliness?”

Heidr gasped, his hips bucking upwards as another orgasm ripped along his cock. His eyes rolled back in his head as spurt after spurt of cum erupted from his sensitive tip.

“Ooh, that was a big one. It’s getting easier, isn’t it? That’s it, mighty Heidr… cum! Cum your masculinity away!”

He whimpered, closing his eyes and biting his lip as the soft, invisible force caressed every inch of his painfully stimulated cock. His body shuddered, and his muscles felt like they were water being syphoned away. A tingle crept up his skin as the hair on his body dropped away, withering and vanishing in mid-air. He stared down in disbelief as his form turned from muscular to toned, then toned to slender, and slender to soft and girlish. All the while feeling like his old mass was pooling in his aching balls, the pressure building again for another-

He screamed, the strongest orgasm yet wiping his mind with a flash of white. It was feeling less wrong now. Less forced and more… more like he wanted it. Like he craved the feeling of cumming over and over. His mouth hung open, and his tongue lolled, the tingling in his face growing with each pulse along his cock. He could barely think. Barely feel. Barely do anything except watching in aroused fascination as his body reshaped itself.

The final orgasm came. It was weak and pathetic, barely more than a few dribbles of cum and a quiet jolt of pleasure, but his exhausted body and mind were relived. He watched with a pang of loss as each squirt of cum sapped away just a little bit of his length -a centimetre of girth from his once proud member-until finally the last drop was sucked out of his tiny, smooth small cock and into the ball of cum floating above him.

He dropped to the floor, a sweaty aching mess.

Yomela licked her lips, slowly pulling the small orb of cum towards batman escort her. A few waves of her fingers and it condensed; squeezed itself together until it could fit in the palm of her hand. She clenched her fist around it, and when she opened her hand, there lay a single, smooth stone. Milky-white and solid.

“There we are,” She said, “My, my, so much more than some of the others…”

Heidr rolled onto his front, groping for his sword. He propped his shaking body up and glared at the sorceress as he steadied his limb. He gripped the sword in both hands, raising it above his head-

Only for it to fall down and clunk against the black stone. He looked down at his thin, willowy arms: he didn’t even have the strength to lift it anymore, let alone swing it.

“What have you-?” He started, before grabbing his throat in horror. That was not his voice. It was higher. Girlier. “Return me to my old self at once, witch!”

Yomela laughed, “And if I do not?”

“Then I will make you pay, you whorish-!”

“Kneel.”

Heidr dropped to his knees, hands folded neatly on his lap. He blinked, looking down at his slender body in horror. “What enchantment…?”

“Enchantment? Oh, none of that, dear boy,” Yomela purred, running her hand through his hair. She slowly turned his head upwards, smiling down at him. Had she always been so tall…? “This is just who you are now. Docile, obedient… the perfect little slave.”

“I am no slave!”

“Bow.”

And he did, putting his head onto the floor. He did not feel any compulsion or force of will on his mind. Nothing at all… he just did as he was told, when he was told it. His heart pounded in his chest. Worst of all, he realised he had done it willingly.

“Up, slave.”

And so he did. “What is this…? What have you done?!”

“I told you; I took away all of your masculinity. Every last drop of it,” Yomela said, “No aggression, no arrogance, no ego… nothing in your head anymore except complete submission. And your body too… oh, look at how pretty you are!”

She picked up the sword and propped it in front of him, and in its blade, he could see his new form. He was just like the others on the dais: slender, soft and girlish. Almost indistinguishable from a woman, the only hints being his flat chest, small hips and pathetic little cock. He touched his face, eyes widening as he traced along his new cheeks. He was trembling, his proud mane now more akin to a waterfall of gold. He looked…

“Pretty…?” He mouthed.

Yomela chuckled, and Heidr’s cheeks flared bright red.

“So you’re seeing it now, aren’t you?” She said, leaning on the sword, “All that time you spent making yourself muscular… all those hours spent plundering tombs and wrestling beasts… all of it was to try and live up to something you were not. You were never meant to be a strong man. But all those pressures, all those insecurities forced you down a path you could never finish.”

“What… am I…?”

“You? Simple,” She pushed his chin upwards, purple eyes meeting his, “You were always meant to be a submissive thing. A docile little girly slave.”

“No, I… I’m a…!” Heidr shook his head.

“And yet you obey without question. It’s in your nature, isn’t it? And you love to obey. Love to serve. It means you don’t have to think; don’t have to worry in the slightest. You can just let your mistress decide everything for you.”

“Stop it… I’m not a servant!”

“Lick my thigh,” she said.

Without a thought, Heidr obeyed. She tasted of oil and spice. Her fingers slid into his hair, holding him at her shapely legs and he just kept running his tongue along the soft skin. He closed his eyes, a quiet little moan escaping him. It felt… good. Right, even. Obeying as if on instinct. Yomela cooed with pleasure, and a little jolt of pride ran through him. He was making his mistress feel good…!

Wait, what was he saying?!

He pulled away, his head swimming. It had felt… good. Really good to just let her direct him. But he was… he shouldn’t… should he?

“Poor thing…” Yomela said, ruffling his hair. He nuzzled into her hand before he could stop himself. “You’re still hanging onto your old life, aren’t you?”

“There is no ‘old’ life!”

She cackled, “As if there is any chance you will ever leave here! And not from force, I may add. No… you will stay as my servant, and stay out of your own free will. Whatever will you have surrendered to me, of course.”

“I would rather die,” Heidr tried to snarl. Tried; it came out as more of a nervous breath.

Yomela’s smirk grew, as did the strength of her grip on his hair. She yanked him up, holding his head between her thighs and saying a single word. “Feast.”

Heidr dove forwards, his tongue dancing across the sorceress’ slick slit. A little purr of pleasure above him spurred him on, his trembling hands creeping up onto her thighs for support. By the time he’d realised what he’d started, his chin was already soaked with her juices; his mouth full of her beautiful taste. He flicked and poked and swirled with his tongue, listening for the loudest moans. Each and every pleasing sound that floated out of Yomela made him feel warm and happy, but most of all, proud. Proud of himself for bringing her such delight.

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*****

There had been no time for goodbyes. No time to pack or even to blow a farewell kiss to her homeland. There had been no time for anything.

They had simply run.

After her final admission in the lake house, Hannibal had taken a carving knife from the butcher’s block on the kitchen island and swiftly brought it down behind her head, sawing through her ponytail in one deliberate motion, freeing her from the imprisonment of the broken refrigerator door.

Clarice’s gasp had had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the realization that he was taking her with him. And a lot to do with the fact that she wanted to go.

She remembered well how he had grasped her hand and led her out the back door, across the dark, dewy lawn, and down to the water’s edge.

That memory felt like a lifetime ago. Clarice brought her eyes back into focus, shaking the thoughts from her head like raindrops from her hair. She was here now, and that was all that mattered.

She turned her head from the glorious beach view in front of her to the other side of the balcony, where Hannibal was reclining against the railing, elbows propped behind him, cell phone held to his ear. The white linen of his shirt billowed gently against his chest in the coastal breeze, tan slacks riding low on his hips. He was speaking, but his attention was focused entirely on her. She settled back against the lounge chair, raising her face to the sun.

It had taken a long time for her to become comfortable with his constant attention, his scrutiny both overbearing and addictive. She had wanted his absorption, but she had been convinced that she shouldn’t. Months of dedication to his cause had realigned her thinking so that she now accepted his devotion, craved his eyes on her, required his approval.

Clarice smiled to herself; it had taken almost as long to convince Hannibal that she wanted to be there with him; that she did, indeed, love him as desperately as she said. It hadn’t been enough that she ran with him. A lifetime of indoctrination had convinced him that he was unloveable, a monster. And he was. But, he was her monster and she had been prepared to embrace all parts of him and to love him in whatever way he was capable of allowing.

He had fought it, resisted her advances until they were established in the villa on the shore. He had needed to be sure she wasn’t lying; that she hadn’t come with him only to lead her superiors to his capture.

The most difficult transition for Clarice had been to give up her hard-won guise of the FBI agent. She had spent years adopting the rigid gait, the unwavering loyalty of an officer of the law. Breaking down her tenacious resilience, uncovering the softness beneath her formidable facade, teaching her to discover how to submit, molding her to be pliable in his hands, receptive to his will, had been Hannibal’s challenge and supreme pleasure. It concerned her, the lack of work, her own negligent desire to be a kept woman, yet she had thrived under his tutelage; always so eager to please him. There was no need for either of them to work now and he preferred she devote herself entirely to learning his needs. There had been many things that she was reluctant to try, but there was nothing she had refused him. He enjoyed exploiting her eager compliance, testing her limits to see how far he could push her. He was fascinated to uncover what would break her.

Hannibal snapped the phone closed, the sound prompting her to open her eyes again, her head rolling to the side once more, bringing him into view. He studied her intently as he crossed to her, dropping down on the accompanying lounger.

“Everything all set?” she inquired.

“Tonight,” he replied, referring to the municipal official who had approved the building of a city monument that Hannibal had lobbied against. The structure was to be erected over an existing fountain that Hannibal was quite fond of

She didn’t relish the idea of his hunts, but she understood his need. Since Mischa, it had become so much a part of him that it would have been impossible to separate the two pieces of himself from one another. He was a cannibal, a killer, but a human being, still, desiring and deserving of love, her love.

He watched her reaction closely, eyes roving over her rosy skin, warm from the morning sun’s kiss.

“Eyes on me,” he murmured, playing with her just a bit. He leaned towards her and stretched out a single fingertip to her face, hovering just above her mouth. She met his stare and held it, eyes never wavering from his, her body still beneath his touch. His finger descended to graze her lower lip, his nail scraping lightly over her chin, down the length of her throat. He paused for the barest second as his trail dipped into the hollow of her throat, before continuing down to the cleft of her breasts, barely covered by her cream bikini.

Clarice kırşehir escort shivered at his caress, eyes fluttering closed as he drew the backs of his fingers along the soft mounds and sharp peaks of her breasts beneath her top.

She felt the sting of his fierce pinch against one nipple, forcing her eyes to fly open, searching his. There was heat in his gaze then, and a challenge, daring her to close herself to him again. He wanted to watch her surrender, she knew, to claim his dominance over all her pain and every bit of her pleasure.

“Shall I fuck you here, Clarice?” he suggested quietly, gesturing around them.

Her eyes darted frantically to the balcony railing, the walls of which were comprised entirely of clear plexiglass. They were situated high above the beach, but relatively not that far from the wandering eyes of neighbors and curious beachgoers.

“No?” he chuckled. “Perhaps a wager then.”

He leaned over her body, his mouth poised over hers; she drank his breath with each inhalation, intoxicated by his nearness. Clarice was struck, as she always was, by the power he radiated, the sense of helplessness she felt in his presence. She arched up to meet him ever so slightly, her lips parting in anticipation, her eyes still locked with his.

“Do not move.”

Hannibal stood swiftly and entered the house, leaving her breathless and wanting outside. She remained frozen, heeding his command, wondering what devilish and delicious things he could be planning for her.

He returned to the balcony with a small tube in his hands. Her eyes widened in recognition. He tugged the end of one of her bikini ties, watching her, his eyes predatory with desire. He untied the other side and grasped the front of her bottoms, peeling it away from her hips, uncovering her with agonizing slowness.

She watched as he deftly flipped open the lid, squeezed out a small amount of cream onto his finger, and closed it with a sharp snap. His eyes tracked her reaction, smiling inwardly as he witnesses the realization begin to dawn on her face.

“I am going to make you come, now, Clarice. I expect you to achieve your climax…”

Clarice held her breath wide-eyed. He was going to let her come?

“…silently.” He continued, “If you manage not to make a sound, I will reward you with a second orgasm. However, if you fail, I will suspend you from the beam above your head for the enjoyment of the tourists,” he explained evenly. ” Do you understand me, pet?”

She nodded haltingly as he painstakingly parted her lips and spread the cream across her clit, rubbing it in with small circles, his fingers dipping in and out of her cleft.

Clarice’s body spasmed, back arching off the lounge within minutes of the application. Her clit was throbbing already, undulating waves of fire and ice sweeping over her.

Hannibal smiled knowingly. This would be too easy.

HANNIBAL*HANNIBAL*HANNIBAL

Hannibal seized Clarice’s ankles firmly and dragged her body to the end of the chaise, kneeling down in front of her. He spread her legs, keeping his hands clasped around either knee, holding her open and vulnerable to his penetrating gaze. He leaned into her and blew gently on her clit, hyper-sensitive from the enhancer. Her hips bucked off the chair, hands desperately clutching the edges of the frame beneath her.

Her breathing was erratic long before he actually touched her. Clarice centered all her efforts on controlling the screams that threatened to bubble up from her throat and channeled them into alternating deep and shallow breaths instead. She knew, though, that if she held tight to her control, she would never come and Hannibal wouldn’t relent until she did, even if it meant keeping her here on the balcony all day; even if it meant missing his hunt. He was not going to secede her this victory. There was no way for her to win this battle of wills. She was so lost in her own concentration that she missed him snaking his tongue between her folds. The first touches of his tongue against her clit were nearly her undoing.

Hannibal smiled against her; she was coming undone and he’d hardly touched her yet. He was going to enjoy seeing her trussed up, suspended from the balcony, on display. She would make a fetching centerpiece, he thought.

He pressed his lips to her folds, tongue diving into her again and again, tasting her sweetness. He had a hunt to get ready for; he needed to speed things along. Hannibal vigorously flicked his tongue against her clit, assuming his victory was close at hand when she began to vibrate beneath his touch.

Clarice was desperately clinging to her self-control as she writhed under Hannibal’s tongue, the entire force of her attention reduced to the tiny bundle of nerves at the center of her being. She did not want to be on display for the viewing pleasure of the Italian public. She didn’t mind being bound and suspended for Hannibal’s enjoyment, malatya escort but she preferred to fulfill that fantasy for him in the privacy of their bedroom or their playroom. The strength of the sensations was so strong that she she was forced to alter her breathing, taking short, shallow breaths that barely filled her lungs, unable to sustain the deep breathing she had been practicing.

Hannibal laved her clit mercilessly with his tongue, rapidly plunging two fingers deep into her core, slick only with her own juices. Her hips danced off the chair, a keening moan nearly breaking from her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut, moisture leaking from the corners of her eyes with the effort of keeping her cries at bay. She was close; she could feel her walls begin to tighten around his plunging fingers, the steady weight building deep within her. If she could only hold on a little bit longer…

A gasp that ended on a choking sob as he slammed a third finger inside her clasping sheath, filling her so completely that she thought she would burst and shatter from the force of his powerful thrusts.

Hannibal drew her clit against his teeth, teasing her as he continued to flick his tongue along the underside, even as he sucked her unrelentingly into his warm mouth. Her teeth began to chatter, her body bent in the middle as her torso surged off the chaise in time with the pulses of his tongue. Her face contorted into a mask of anguish and determination, so great was the torment of his assault on her body.

She wanted, desperately, to whimper, to beg, to plead for him to finish her, but the fury of her own willpower refused to allow her submission. She should have just let him fuck her on the balcony, she thought ruefully. She could have spared herself the mental torture and the overwhelming bodily conquest.

Hannibal’s mind was fully occupied imagining all manner of tantalizing positions he could suspend her in as he drove her recklessly to her own destruction, wrought on her body with only the force of his mouth and his hands. He would have her surrender, in every way.

Resolutely, he closed his teeth over the centermost bit of her clitoris and ripped the sound triumphantly from her raw throat, wringing cry after desperate cry from the core of her soul, laying her humanity bare before his lips. She was unable to stop herself from crying out; he dragged the sound triumphantly from her raw throat. Clarice felt as if her entire being exploded, expanding and rapidly contracting into one tiny point of light. Her body bucked uncontrollably off the lounge and Hannibal was forced to withdraw his thrusting fingers from her body to keep her from flying off the furniture with the force of her orgasm.

Her climax went on and on, the reprieve from Hannibal’s relentless, seductive torment, coupled with the relief of expressing her pent-up screams catapulting her into another realm.

She was sobbing and exhausted when she finished. He hauled her from the lounge and into his lap, cradling her against his chest on the floor, his back leaning against the clear wall overlooking the beach. He rubbed slow, silent circles into the muscles of her shoulders as he waited for her to calm, his mind already occupied with knot patterns and ties.

She continued to writhe in his arms, trembling tears streaking down her cheeks. He whispered into her hair, telling her how proud he was of her effort, that she had lasted so long. He told her with sweet words of his appreciation for her devotion, of his pleasure at her spectacular release. He loved watching her come apart, knowing that it was his skill that shattered her control and left her dazed and so deeply sated.

She was wrecked; a small voice in the back of her head urged her to control her breathing, reminding her that she wasn’t yet done for the day. She had lost their bet and regardless of how worn she was now, she knew that Hannibal would demand her ultimate capitulation and she endeavored never to disappoint him.

To that end, she offered her surrender up to him as soon as she had her breathing under control, rather than waiting for him to ask it of her. He pressed a kiss to her lips, soft and supple from the deluge of her tears. He found the taste of her tears unexpectedly arousing. He held her a bit longer, the tip of his tongue darting out to caress her cheek.

She closed her eyes as he tasted her, stroking his nimble tongue across her cheeks, savoring the taste of her surrender against his lips.

He pulled back from her to search her face, her eyes drifting open to meet his intense stare.

“I’m ready,” she murmured.

He took a shuddering breath, pleased beyond articulation that she had offered herself up to him first.

With finality, he drew her up from the floor. “Stretch,” he instructed as he went to retrieve rope from the playroom.

Clarice relished these few moments alone, to prepare herself mentally for what she would niğde escort endure, to ready her limbs against the sweet pressure of his sublime suspension techniques to which she would be submitted and bound. She shook out her arms, rolling her neck in a loose circle. She tied back her hair and dropped to the floor, bending herself into the various yoga poses Hannibal had helped her perfect, transitioning smoothly from one stance into the next, lengthening her tendons until she felt the supple glide of her muscles loosening.

She stood at the sound of his returning footfalls. He came to a stop behind her, tossing the coil of rope onto the lounge chair, the slap of the hemp against the canvas making her jump slightly. He stepped closer, breathing her in, his hot breath gusting across the back of her bare neck. He lowered his head until the tip of his nose rested against the back of her head, just to the side of her ponytail, his own eyes closing, as she relaxed into him. His hand came up behind her to tug at the strings still holding her bikini top up. Deftly he untied them, the tiny scraps of fabric falling away from her body, leaving her bare before him and the rest of the beach.

Hannibal drew his hands across her shoulders and down her arms, tenderly caressing and massaging as he went. He felt himself grow hard as he pictured the way she would look when he was finished. She was so beautiful and so willing; he couldn’t imagine sharing this with any other woman. She understood what he needed and she gave herself over to him, even when she didn’t want the same things. She didn’t want this, he knew; not really. She liked it when he dominated her in private, but he could feel her tense apprehension vibrating beneath her skin at the idea of being strung up in public. He could feel his arousal growing as he imagined the thoughts racing through her mind. Outwardly, she appeared so calm, but he could see the erratic pulse fluttering against the side of her throat, a frantic butterfly seeking its escape.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he whispered close to her ear. He needed to hear it; wanted to listen to the underlying fear staining her tone while she told him her secrets.

Clarice hesitated, torn between her own appeal for protection and the demand for honesty implicit in his command. She knew she would tell him, but there was a reluctance to bare herself any further; he would exploit her demons for his own pleasure.

“Clarice,” he warned at her pause.

“I’m…I’m nervous,” she settled on an emotion that was true, while hoping that she could avoid further explanation.

“Why?” His low voice rolled over her skin like a purr. She closed her eyes, lost in his sound. His hands continued their exploration of her body, ghosting over her abdomen, cupping her breasts.

“I don’t want to be…exposed…like that for anyone but you,” Clarice swallowed convulsively, giving him exactly what he wanted.

“Tell me more,” his words a quiet demand, drawing her from herself even as she drew his tone around her protectively. He drew one hand up to her throat, encircling it gently.

“It’s…too raw,” she panted. “It’s embarrassing! I don’t…I don’t want…anyone else to see me…but you. And…especially not like that; it’s…humiliating,” she finished, hanging her head despairingly.

“Ah,” he sighed. “But?” he waited.

She opened her eyes, staring out across the ocean. “But, I will.”

Behind her, Hannibal smiled his triumph. “That’s my girl,” he whispered, pressing his lips against her cheek.

“On your knees.”

Clarice fell to her knees immediately, kneeling facing the water, waiting. Hannibal crossed to the chaise, picking up the long coil of rope and tossing a pair of scissors from his back pocket onto the canvas seat.

He knelt behind her, drawing her hands behind her back and crossing them so that her palms gripped the undersides of her forearms, binding her wrists. He wrapped the rope around her chest and arms, pulling her upper arms closer to her sides. Gently, he helped her lie down on her stomach. He coiled the next length of rope around her middle, just below her navel, leaving the ends long. He continued down her body, winding pieces across the tops of her thighs, above and below her tightly pressed knees, and about her ankles.

Clarice held herself as still as possible on the floor, listening as he wound the rope together, creating an intricate web that would hold her suspended above the balcony. She flinched each time he whipped an end through his hands, the sharp snap of the coil bringing her back to reality as he worked over her. She tried to relax as he readied the ropes, tossing them over the beam, knots connected and perfect in his hands.

She felt her body lift slowly off the floor, rising as he pulled the ropes taut. She squeezed her eyes closed, shutting out the view of the beach. When he had her at the height he wanted, Hannibal tied off the ends of the rope to one of the iron balustrades flanking the door to the balcony. He circled her pensile form, checking the tension on her limbs as he moved around her. He made adjustments and stood back to survey his work.

“Clarice,” his quiet voice called to her.

She slowly opened her eyes, lifting her head to find him.

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I’ve always been one to see the logic of things, but for some reason recently…I haven’t been able to do so. Hi, my name is Elizabeth, Lizzy for short. I’m 27 years old and have just received my doctorate’s in chemistry. That’s right I’m a bonifide scientist. I just moved to New York about three months ago from Atlanta and I’m loving it so far. The company paid for my relocation and even set me up with a nice little condo in the city of Manhattan, but…my nights are lonely and I have no one to talk to when I get home. I just sit at my computer, playing video games until I can’t keep my eyes open and I drag myself to my bedroom and pass out until seven the next morning…what a boring life.

About a month ago, all of that changed, word on the grapevine was that I was getting a new neighbor. It was a Friday afternoon and I only had to work half a day, so I took my time and went to my favorite herb shop, bought some dried lavender and gardenia, honey, milk, and sage brought it all home and decided to give myself a spa day. When I got home I saw movers bringing in boxes, but really didn’t bother to find out who it was or where they were going, I was on a mission. I realized that I needed to get out this weekend. I fumbled with the keys but managed to get into the door, kicked off my heels as I walked through the door and put my items on the island in the kitchen. I rushed into my room and through to my bathroom and turned on the water and set the temperature in my garden tub and began to fill it with steamy water. I ran back into my kitchen and grabbed the lavender and gardenia and sprinkled them into the water. I then took the milk, honey, and sage and mixed them into a paste for my hair. I wanted to look good when I went to the poetry spot. As the water ran, I checked myself in the mirror and thought about what I was going to wear, I stared at my chocolate complexion and thought to myself…earth tones.

I walked into the bathroom to check the water and it was the right height. I gently washed my waist length curly hair and then put the paste on it and covered it with a shower cap before I got in the bath. I reached for my remote to my Bose stereo and put on some Sarah Vaughan, leaned back in the tub and allowed the aromatherapy to commence. The lavender and gardenia soothed the week of work tension away as I breathed in the fragrance The water caressed my skin as the I reached for my special body oil. I drizzled a little into the water and felt the magic…you see this oil had this relaxing affects that nothing else could conjure. I felt my muscles relax and I drifted off for a little while.

When I came to, the water was cool and it was six o’clock, I had just enough time to shower off and jump into my clothes and I didn’t even know what I was going to wear. So, as I drained the water I cut on the shower and grabbed a bar of my French seaweed soap and began to wash the rest of the week off of me. The soap felt extra comforting on my skin this evening and I didn’t know why, but I continued to wash. As I slid the soap up and down my body I felt to see if I needed to touch up my wax and found that I still as smooth as a baby’s bottom. I slid the soap down to my pussy to feel and see if I needed to touch up there and nope…it was still smooth and slick. I jumped out of the shower after rinsing and looked in my closet. There was this nice black, red, yellow, and green wrap dress that fit my six feet tall frame and hugged all my 215 pounds of curves just right. I had gotten a pedicure the day before so my french tip toes were looking right and my fresh manicure was on point. I really don’t wear make-up but decided to put on a little red eye shadow and shiny lip gloss. I decided that I would perform so I didn’t want to wash out completely on stage. I had to hurry and get there because sign up started at 8:30 and looking at the clock it was already 7:45. I looked at my hair, I wanted to rock some flat twists but I didn’t have time for it so I snatched up the head dress that went with the dress and wrapped my hair up it in. I then slipped on my black sandals and looked at myself in the mirror. I turned to make sure that everything was in place and that the dress wasn’t too revealing…I wanted to be stared at, not stop traffic. I looked at the time and it was 8:00. I needed to hurry up so I snatched up my keys and purse, checked the lights and alarm system and jetted out of the door.

I’ve been to this place before, it was nice like your classic poetry stage that you’d see on TV shows like Def Poet’s and places like that. You had the center stage and tables surrounding. The stage itself was big enough for a nice little band and a singer. I talked to the manager the first time I’d come here and he said that on Fridays it was spoken word open mic and on Saturdays they had musical open mic where those that were trying to get heard could come with their bands, if they had one, and performed for the regulars. You had the poetry, hip hoppers that came on Fridays and the grown and sexy jazz heads show up bayburt escort on Saturdays. I was impressed…you see I’m both a poetry hip hopper and a grown and sexy jazz head, so this was beginning to be my spot on the weekends.

As I entered the front door Jose was the first person I saw. He was the one that had the sign up sheet. He looked up at me and smiled. Jose was so handsome, only thing was he was so short. He was about 5’8, caramel complexion, dimples, nice build. You can tell his Cuban heritage from jump, he also had a very good sense of humor. I think he has a crush on me, but it could be just my imagination. He waved for me to come closer and I started towards him. I saw the clip board in his hand which made me move quicker because as I looked at my watch it said 8:29 and he was strict about late comers. I waved my 15 dollars in the air and he started towards me, “You almost didn’t make it mama.” he said with a Latin accent when he reached me.

“I know sweetie, I lost track of time. Do you have a spot left? Please say you do.”

“I told you I got you the last time you were here and you asked. Put your money away, this one is on the house. We gotta see if you got skillz, if you don’t, then this one is on me and the crowd will let you know if you can hack it.”

“What are the rules.”

“Ummm…let me see. No touching the audience and they won’t touch you and no stealing other people’s shit. Got me?”

“Yeah, bae. I gotcha. So, when am I on?”

“Well, I got you in the middle so you can get a feel for the crowd, I’ll let you know when you’re almost up, kay???”

“Thanks bae…you’re the man.”

“As long as I’m your man, we’re koo'”

“Whateva boy, quit playin. Who’s at the bar?”

“Gretchen…you wanna drink?”

“Just some water right now…I’m nervous right now.”

“Don’t be nervous mama, I’m sure you’ll do fine. Let me go get your water and head on stage, we’re about to start. Chin up mama.”

Jose moved through the crowd like a pro. I’ve always meant to ask how did he do that and if he could teach me. I looked around and spotted a two seater near the back corner so I could collect my thoughts. Before I could get to it a couple snatched it. I began scanning for another spot. Nothing was available. I looked around and saw this gentleman sitting at a table alone. He was a cutie, not overly cute but at the same time not plain looking either. I desperately needed a seat so I worked up my nerves and I walked over to him. Before I could reach him a woman grabbed the seat in front of him and I slowly backed away hoping that he didn’t see me. As I was about to walk off I heard, “Would like to have a seat?” His voice rumbled in my tummy and my breath caught in my throat. I turned ready to decline when I saw it was him.

“Ummm, I don’t know –“

“Look, this woman is really bothering me, and I kinda told her that you were my fiancee. Help a brotha out, please?”

“Well…as long as it’ll get me a seat, I’m game.”

“Okay, hug me so it’ll look real.” He grabbed me and wrapped his arms around my waist, “Oh, by the way, my name is Donny.”

“Lizzy.”

I wondered how tall he was because I was right at his shoulder and I knew that I was tall for a woman. He felt so good, and his was so warm against me. My knees almost buckled. He guided me to the table where the other lady sat, “Ummm, Michelle I would like you to meet my fiancee, Lizzy.”

The woman looked me up and down and there was venom in her eyes, “So, you are engaged. Huh, dick probably wasn’t that good anyway.”

She stomped off into the crowd. I giggled into my hand, “Wow, is that all it takes nowadays? I thought I was gonna have to fight for that chair.”

“Me too. Have a seat, Lizzy, right?”

“Yeah. It’s short for Elizabeth.”

“Who would have guessed?”

“Don’t be an ass.”

“Oh, and she curses. Wow. I like that. Anyway, I’ve only seen you around here a couple of times. Are you from around here?”

“Nah, I live in Manhattan. I just come here every now and again. I like to explore things.”

“So, do I. So, you like spoken word, I see.”

“Yeah I do. I’m performing tonight.”

“Oh really??? So am -“

Before he could finish there was a semi-loud scream from the sound system and a loud voice boomed, “Mic check, one, two, three. Mic check. Can you hear me? Koo’. Welcome everyone to Free Mic Fridays, I’m your MC Jose and tonight we have a hot line up for you. You know how we do. WHAT IS THIS?”

“THE MOST DEF STAGE ON THE BLOCK!!!” the audience shouted back.

“AND WHAT DO WE DO?”

“SPIT!”

“HOW LONG?”

“ON AND ON TIL THE BREAK OF DAWN!!!” the audience applauded with cheers. I laughed after answering along and clapped as I saw my friend on stage. As I sat down a waitress brought me a bottle of water and I thanked her. As I looked up at the stage, Jose locked eyes with me and blew me a kiss which made me laugh and blow one back.

“We got a full roster tonight. We got some old bilecik escort school and some new school, we got regulars and new jacks and this is where it all starts. So, without further or do let’s get on with the first poet.”

“So, is that your boyfriend?” that voice grabbed my attention.

“No, I just met him maybe a few weeks ago when I stumbled onto this place. He’s kool peoples.”

“Oh…kool. So Miss Lizzy, tell me about you.”

I pulled my chair closer to the table as the poet on stage faded to the background, “Well, Donny, what would you like to know? I mean I do better when I’m asked questions, you know.”

“Well, let’s start with the basics, where are you from? How old are you? Are you single? Do you have any kids? What do you do?”

“Well, to answer those…I’m originally from Atlanta, Georgia. I’m 27 years old, yes I am single with no kids, and I’m a chemist.”

“Are you serious? You’re a chemist?”

“Yeah, I work for a pharmaceutical company right here.”

“So, you…”

“I help develop medicines. Or at least that’s what I’m leading to, right now, because I’m new to the company they really want me to get the hang of all the paper work first before I get in a lab.”

“Oh, I see. So, you’re a lacky right now.”

“Ha ha, very funny. Anyway, what about you? How old are you? Are you single? Do you have any kids? And what is your occupation?”

“Well, I’m 26, I’m very single. Was married at one time, but that didn’t work out. I have one child, a daughter, that’s my angel…my heart. Right now, I do construction work. I’m not looking to do that for the rest of my life. I want to be a recording artist, but right now that has to take a back seat. I’ll do anything for my baby.”

As he spoke I could do nothing but listen to his voice and look into his slanted green eyes. I took in his super chocolate skin, long dreads and luscious lips. I wondered what he tasted like. I mean I wanted to kiss him so badly. I didn’t realize how fine this dude was.

“Why are you staring at me like you want to eat me?”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“I asked you where did you go to school.”

“Oh! Ummm…I went to Georgia Tech.”

“You’re a Yellow Jacket!”

“Yeah…don’t tell me you’re a UGA fan?”

“Nah, ma. I think intellect is sexy as hell.” he licked his lips with a gleam in his eye.

“Is that your way of saying you think I’m sexy?”

“Ummm….maybe.”

All of a sudden I heard Jose say, “Next up is Devine Dialect.” I looked up and then realized that Donny was getting up.

“That’s me. Let me know what you think, aiight?”

“OMG, you’re Devine Dialect?”

“Yeah…I’ll be right back.” He stood up and put on a smile and walked to the stage. He gave Jose love when he got on stage and then the lights dimmed. Then the spot light came on. He opened his mouth and began to speak:

Our love is like no other.

Communication without speaking, transfer of emotion, knowing what we want without asking.

See, as I open my eyes and see your face, my life becomes easier to bare.

Knowing that I make you happy makes my soul smile.

Our love’s so strong we make it do what we want.

Because I feel you, breathe you, see you, smell you, and oh God taste you…every drop you have to offer.

Our love brings life and death.

No one realizes that our love is immortal, dating back to Romeo dating back to Adam & Eve,

Starting on a journey, on a path finding each other.

Getting strong and stronger as the years go by, even as our bodies die our love lives on transferring to other bodies being reborn over and over, a never ending cycle of love getting stronger and stronger getting deeper and deeper until we’ll just be…love.

Right now we’re the next chapter, the next link in this ongoing saga of love.

Because our love is like no other.

Communication without speaking…

As he continued the audience roared. That was a famous piece for everyone and for some reason this time when he recited his piece his eyes were on me the whole time. As I watched mesmerized, Jose tapped me on the shoulder, “What’s good ma?”

“Shit…everything. Wait…am I up next?”

“Nah, Mamita. You’re up in about two more people. So, ummm…is Mr. Devine keeping you company?” He had a little jealous glint in his eye.

“A little. I had to scare off some chick in order to get a seat. That’s all it is…why? Are you jealous, papi?”

“Oooo, I love it when you call me Papi. But, no…you’re too tall for me.”

“Good…because I was about to say you’re too short for me.”

“Oh? I thought you were going to say that I’m the right height.”

“Right height for what?”

“So, how did I do?” Donny said approaching the table smooth as silk.

“You did great.” I said as I averted my attention back to him.

“You know you did great. The crowd loves you man. I gotta get back on stage.”

Jose turned and looked at me, blew me another bingöl escort kiss and jumped on stage, “Give it up for Mr. Devine Dialect one more time! Our next poet -“

“I gotta get myself prepared, I go up in a few.”

“Really? Think of me when you’re up there…I was thinking of you.”

“Does that line work on all the girls?”

“I don’t think so, but I’m not worried about them. I want it to work on you.”
“Anyway…I need to concentrate and remember my shit.”

“Aiight mama, you got it.”

“Thank you.” I sat at the table and went over my piece in my head. I knew I had to make an impression and after what I’d seen, I needed to be damn good. Right when I decided what piece I heard Jose’s voice, “Now…we have a new jack comin to the stage. All the way from Atlanta, GA show ya love for Ms. Black Phoenix!”

I looked back at Donny, “Let me know what you think.”

“I sure will.”

I stepped on stage and grabbed the mic and put it on its stand, it squeaked. “Sorry. What’s good Brooklyn. I’m a newbie and I would like for you to bare with me.”

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth:

“I can never forget the way you make me feel.

Biting my lip as I close my eyes…

Flashbacks are a bitch.

Breathing hard as my skin tingles remembering the touch of your lips…tongue.

Oh shit…no…don’t stop.”

I slid my hands down my sides and across my tummy, closing my eyes and moaned,

“Can’t sit still as the wave migrate to my center…

Precipitation and swollen members being caressed by phantom fingers…lips…tongue.

Oh shit…no…don’t stop.”

I ran one hand down my neck and the other began to lift the hem of my dress,

“Sweat beads run down my spine, as my temperature rises

Goose bumps appear as I feel you enter me

Reminiscing how you’d palm my hips as you dive in.

Portals assaulted by invisible lips…tongue.

Ooooo shit…right there…don’t stop.”

I ran my hands to my head dress and unraveled it letting my hair cascade over my shoulders, closed my eyes and pretend that I having an orgasm by throwing my head back and cried out the last line of that stanza.

“Riding was never my forte

But you encouraged me to start small

Graduating from your lips…tongue

Oooooo shit….please…don’t stop.

Unable to control myself as my thighs rub themselves

Causing friction as I imagine the position

Remembering you lovingly massaging them

As you devour me whole with your fingers…lips…tongue

Oooooo God….please…don’t stop.”

Tasting me on your lips as I kiss you

Feeling your breath on my ear

As you whisper to me

Are you ready for round two.

Mmmmm yeah…no…I won’t stop.”

I caressed the mic as if I was about to suck on it and my eyes locked with Donny’s as I said the next stanza,

“The taste of you on my lips

The way you fill my mouth

I long to taste you

But watching you watching me as I take you with my lips…tongue.

Mmmmm yeah…nah…I can’t stop

Getting wetter as I feel you getting harder

Your breathing changing and my mouth waters

As I devour you with my finger…lips…tongue.

Mmmmm yeah…fuck it…don’t make me stop.

Skin hot and flushed as you grit your teeth

Closing your eye as you push me away

Regaining your composure

But then you ask me

Are you ready for round three?”

I lifted my dress up to my thighs and begin to do a slow wine as I finished out,

“Ooooo God…here we go…but don’t stop.

My back arches as you fill me up

My chambers pulsate

Convulse with the memory of you

But not only about your fingers…lips…tongue

Ooooooo shit….right there…don’t stop.

I can’t take this shit

I need you right here right now

I can’t stop it from taking over me

But in a second its gone…damn.

Flashbacks are a bitch.”

I looked up at the audience, dropped my dress, hung my head and walked off stage. When my toes touched the floor the audience went into an up roar. Women were giving other women dap, while men were smiling and giving dap to other men. There were a lot of “I know that’s right.” and “Got Damn!” that shouted out from the crowd. As I walked back to my seat men tried to get my attention, but my focus was on the dread head that was sitting at my table with a satisfied, shocked looked on his face. I blushed.

“Got damn!!!!” Jose stammered on stage with mic in hand, “I think I need some ice because Mamita set it off. Every woman in here is about to get bend ova the table on that one!!! You need to come back…for real ma. I like that shit, turn me on!”

I looked over my shoulder at Jose as he blew me a kiss. I gave him my seductive eyes and winked then blew him a kiss. He stammered back as if he was hit with a bullet and grabbed his heart, “That woman’s got a hold on me…she’s muy caliente!”

I laughed as I walked back to my seat and looked at Donny. His eyes were on fire. All of a sudden I felt like a perfect steak on a platter waiting to be devoured.

“So you like my-“

“We need to go…now.”

“Where?”

“Your place or mine? I’m not gonna lie girl…I got ideas in my head of things I wanna do to you.”

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