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Note that there are a few music lyrics embedded in the story. Hopefully that is still clear if the formatting does not transfer from Word.

Day 4

Shannon woke up after a long night of tossing and turning. Her brother’s hand was curled around yet another morning hardon. “Really, you didn’t get enough last night?” She admonished it. She got up quickly and stormed into Sean’s bedroom.

“How do you live with this thing?” she asked loudly.

Sean rolled over sleepily to find his own penis nearly poking him in the face. His half-asleep instinct was to stroke it, so he reached out and laid his soft hand on the rampant bulge. He had rubbed it gently for 3 or 4 seconds before he awoke fully to find Shannon staring down at him, confused and now mentally as well as physically horny. She was looking at her own face near her brother’s penis and hoping for them to get even closer together before she became shocked at what she was thinking.

“Why did you do that?” she asked.

“Huh, woops!” He let go quickly. “Sorry, habit. It is my penis, after all.”

Shannon retreated to the bathroom, where it took 5 minutes before her uncooperative dick would soften enough to pee. Her mind kept flashing back to disturbing longings that did not help matters.

Sean put on the dress Shannon had picked out for him, buttoning up the front over a dark blue underwear and bra set. “No stockings today, thank God,” he thought. The dress was shorter than yesterday but not like the 3rd date dress, so he thought he could manage it.

The phone rang. Sean picked it up, “Hi Mom.”

“Shannon, sweetie, how are you?”

“I’m great, actually. How are you two doing?”

“We’re fine, the weather is terrific here. Your dad has a wicked sunburn. How is school?”

“It’s going fine. I think I caused a riot yesterday, though.”

“Really, how?”

“I let my hair down.”

His mom laughed. “What did Misty say?”

“She propositioned me, of course.” They both laughed.

“Well, I’m glad to hear you’re having fun. Not too much fun, I hope. No wild orgies?”

“Maybe a couple.”

“Tell Sean I said hi. Love you!”

“Love you, too.”

On the way to school, Shannon reminded Sean that she was heading to Erica’s house afterwards.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he joked. Since he had been told by Misty about the blogging and that his reputation had improved a bit in rank, he had been torn between telling Shannon about the blogging and letting her continue to fool his girlfriend a bit longer.

Shannon gave him a withering look. “I have already done enough to get you out of the sex cellar. I’d rather not do anything else if I can help it.”

“You have to at least give her a good kiss, otherwise she may decide your other kisses were a fluke.”

“Fine, one good kiss, I’ll just close my eyes and pretend she is Adam. Speaking of whom, how was the date?”

“It went pretty well. I didn’t barf on him or anything.”

“Thank God for small favors. He seemed to like the outfit. Did you talk to him at all? Did he try to get physical? I need details.”

“We talked about music and stuff. He took me to his uncle’s house for a picnic, had it all planned out. There is a butterfly enclosure there, it’s pretty neat. He must really like you to go to that amount of effort.” Sean hoped to distract her away from the question about how physical the date had gotten. He still couldn’t believe how far it went, and there was no way he could explain it to her.

“I just wish I was the one dressed up and enjoying the attention.” Shannon brooded, forgetting to press him for further details.

Sean and Shannon had been doing all right in each other’s classes when homework was the only consideration. Unfortunately Sean finally got hit with a pop quiz in Calculus, which he had not yet taken. He failed miserably, and knew Shannon would be furious. If the switch continued much longer, the portion of her grades based on quizzes and tests would plummet.

During free period, Sean found himself thinking about Shannon’s prodigious talent and fitness level, and whether she could channel it towards school while still looking for an instructor of the right caliber. He walked into the empty auditorium and imagined Shannon up there dancing, with the whole school applauding afterwards. Unfortunately, without switching back, all Sean could do consciously was singular moves like pirouettes and plies and such. Someone would need to tell his body how to link things together as art. They really need to figure this switch out soon, he thought.

He walked up the stairs and across the stage lightly. Then he did a pirouette that flared his skirt out to reveal the blue panties. “Woops,” he thought. He hummed some half-forgotten music from one of his sister’s recitals, and his body started to move in a few graceful, well-rehearsed steps. The music helped put a few moves together, and he now wondered whether playing it for real would allow ordu escort him to recreate a whole performance. He tried to remember more of the song, but just a few bars here and there were all he could recall. As he moved haltingly around the stage, his long legs and short skirt showed well-defined muscle in calves and thighs.

Kristen watched from the shadows of the stage, mesmerized by the redhead. She was missing a class but did not care. The ugly duckling was gone, and this beautiful dancer had her hooked. Kristen had never felt such longing for any male, instead everyone had always wanted her, chased her, obsessed over her. She had waited impatiently for Shannon to seek her out after their encounter, but nothing had happened. Instead the girl had started dressing up instead of down, unbelievably beautiful to her, as if to twist the knife in her gut. The turnaround was devastating.

She had surreptitiously followed Shannon around for the past two days, sick to her stomach with desire. This morning Kristen had readied herself as carefully as she knew how: trimming her pussy, waxing, skin softener, her most expensive perfume, eyebrows plucked, makeup applied to perfection, hair styled in a perfect French braid, teeth flossed and breath sweet, Victoria’s secret angels lingerie with stockings and garter under a wraparound dress that showed her tits to perfection.

When she got to school, every cheerleader she saw had asked what the special occasion was. She made up a story about a photo shoot and possible modeling gig immediately after school.

The redhead finally stopped dancing and looked ready to leave. Kristen stepped from the shadows. “Shannon, wait up!” Her voice was a bit shaky.

Sean saw the tall blonde goddess step into the light and got such a rush of desire he was relieved. “Not totally gay yet,” he thought. “Hello, Kristen. Why are you so dressed up?”

“Someone-, uh, something special I wanted to do today. Do you have a minute? I’d like to talk, no fighting, I promise.”

“Ok, as long as it’s not about Adam.”

“It’s not, believe me. We could sit on the edge of the stage, I guess, or I know a place that is a bit more comfortable.”

“Ok.”

Kristen led her backstage to the unused director’s office, where there was a desk and a couch. She sat nervously on the edge of the couch while Sean chose to lean on the desk. Sean was aware of intriguing sexual tension due to their earlier encounter, and enjoyed the feeling being caused by a girl for a change. He then recalled the problems caused for his sister by this beauty and felt his desire wane.

He looked down at the blonde bombshell and said evenly, “I’ve been enjoying not being a pariah around here. I guess I should thank you.”

“As if I could have stopped you after your transformation. You’re so stunning, no one would listen if I had proof you worshipped Satan as a hobby. You could probably have a dick hidden under there and still be popular at this rate.”

Sean smiled wryly at the irony. “Well, you know there isn’t one.”

“Yes, I do.” Kristen shifted, rubbing one leg up over the other. From his recent experience with the same leg actions, Sean suspected she was very turned on at the memory. He wondered what she was wearing under the dress. “I had never been with a girl before, you know.”

“I remember you saying that. I hadn’t either.”

“So we were virgins, in a sense.”

“More than you know.”

Kristen was puzzled for a moment, but then continued. “I wanted to apologize again for the way I have treated you in the past. Can we get past that?”

“I don’t know. Definitely not yet, anyway. It’s only been a few days, Kristen. You haven’t really proven anything to me at this point.”

“I guess you’re right. I’d like to prove something to you now.” Kristen took a deep breath. “Do you like my outfit?”

“Yes, it’s very pretty,” Sean answered carefully.

“I was hoping you would. It has a special feature.” Kristen stood up, reached down and untied a hidden string on the wraparound dress. She then shimmied carefully, and the dress fell from her body. Her d-cup breasts strained against the black and pink demi-cup bra. The matching panties were low cut with strings around her hips. The tight triangle of silk showed her labia were already engorged. Black stockings rode high on the extra-long, shapely legs. A black and pink garter belt completed the set. Kristen stood posed on her high heels, more nervous than confident despite her magnificent body and face. She had never feared rejection until now, and so had stacked the deck as much as she knew how.

Sean stared unabashedly at the beauty before him. He had seen much of the blonde the other day, but only poorly lit and up close. The full effect of the complete woman before him was stunning. He was awestruck that such a woman wanted him, or really Shannon.

He cleared his throat. “Turn around, let me see the rest.”

Kristen turned to show osmaniye escort her exquisite ass outlined in silk cut high on each cheek. Sean nearly leaped on her, but the thought of how his sister felt about this girl helped him hold his ground. It helped that he could no longer see Kristen’s enormous blue eyes.

“Kristen, I’m not the girl for you, I’m sorry.”

Kristen’s shoulders hunched at the rejection. “Why not?”

“The jury is still out on whether you are a good person, and I’m dating Adam, your ex-boyfriend. We shouldn’t be doing each other, too. Also, the girl thing may be sort of temporary for me.”

Kristen dropped to her knees slowly and ended up hugging herself loosely. “I don’t care about Adam anymore, to be honest. He’s a great guy and great in bed and all, but suddenly I’m not that into guys.” Kristen shifted and looked back over her shoulder, still kneeling. “I’ll do anything for you, though.”

The view of her pleading face, long slim back stretched gracefully above the horizontal line of her garter belt, venus dimples above buttocks bent and straining the tight panties, was something that Sean would try to remember forever. He clenched his hands on the edge of the desk. “I should go before we regret this.”

Kristen turned and crawled slowly toward him, breasts hanging heavily against her bra, rounded ass flexing under pink and black. Her high-cheekboned face was flushed and long eyelashes shadowed her eyes. She reached Sean’s feet as he stood paralyzed. She bent and kissed his instep, then licked up his calf. “Just one more time, please, I beg you.”

Kristen slid her hands up the exquisite legs slowly, past the knees, and then up the outside of the thighs. She began kissing again above the knee, making her way up the inner thighs, her hair tickling Sean’s smooth skin. The short skirt was slowly raised, exposing blue panties with a large wet spot. Kristen sniffed the juices and moaned, gripping the muscled thighs tightly as if trying to prevent her quarry from escaping. Sean could not have moved if his life depended on it.

Kristen licked the silky material, tasting the redhead again. She pushed her tongue into the fabric and caressed the labia. Sean’s legs spread outward to accommodate her while his heart raced.

Kristen continued to probe with her tongue, slowly. Then she let go of Sean’s thigh with her right hand and slid it around up the between his legs. He felt her long fingers caress up the crack of his ass as her tongue continued to torment him. Her fingers slid the tight panties to the side, exposing his pussy and anus. She licked his clitoris and wet her index finger with his juices, then she teased the sphincter with the slick digit. Sean nearly collapsed at the dual sensations. Kristen didn’t want her lover to go too soon, so she pulled back before the girl could tip over the edge.

Kristen slid her hands up and pulled the panties down while Sean lifted his buttocks off the edge of the desk. She then reached up and unbuttoned the dress by feel while kissing and licking the soft skin above and to the sides of the red-haired strip. Sean caressed her hair, then let go as the blonde grabbed the skirt of the dress and stood, pulling the dress up and over his head.

Kristen paused to marvel at the dancer’s body, now wearing only the blue bra and sandals. She was so feminine, and yet showed muscle each time she moved. She was irresistible, amazing, intoxicating. Kristen had to see all of her, so she reached and unclasped the bra at the front, letting the C-cup breasts stand proudly, dark pink nipples taut. She sucked one, then the other, while sliding the bra off the redhead’s shoulders. She then hugged the girl to her and kissed her full on the mouth as she caressed her back and stroked her ass.

Sean felt the blonde’s lingerie rubbing sensually at his nipples and hips and thighs as they kissed. He gripped one large breast in his left hand and held the small of her back with the other. He then moved his lower hand to the skin between Kristen’s stockings and panties, running smooth fingernails around the area.

Kristen dragged them over to the couch and leaned Sean over and down onto it, kissing him all the while. She quickly slid her panties off and climbed on top of the redhead with her head hovering over the awaiting pussy. Sean found himself in his second 69 of the last 24 hours, this time surrounded by stocking-clad legs and looking up at the pussy of the hottest blonde he had ever met.

The two girls sank together, tongues lapping their wet labia and clits. Sean licked slowly from clit down to moist crevice and back, while Kristen circled the dancer’s clit with sure strokes. Their bodies writhed in pleasure while they each grabbed their partner’s ass to hold steady.

Sean spread Kristen’s labia with his fingers. Her blonde pussy was fascinating to him, and he wanted to explore every inch of it, slowly.

Kristen had inserted a finger sinop escort into Sean’s vagina and was slowly pumping it in and out. She spread his juices all around, making the entire area slick before she nuzzled and licked vigorously.

Their hearts quickened to a pounding beat as they each hit various erogenous areas with their tongues and fingers. Kristen, being the more experienced, set the pace based on how far along she thought the redhead was. Her own body was easy to gauge from experience, and she wanted to come at the same time as her infatuation did.

Sean went along for the ride, trying to keep up as the blonde seemed to have two tongues and twenty fingers. He licked and suckled Kristen’s clitoris with his tongue, three fingers inserted into her vagina and pumping steadily.

Suddenly Kristen’s body started to go out of control, the redhead was overwhelming her. The blonde tried to suppress it but couldn’t hold back. She inserted one wet finger into her partner’s anus and sucked on her clit, humming harshly to vibrate it. Sean felt like his pussy was electrified, and cried out as his toes curled and his pelvis lifted Kristen, pumping up and down as the orgasm took hold.

Kristen’s orgasm was even better, the result of days of longing for the beautiful, forbidden woman beneath her. She shuddered, teeth clenched to prevent a scream that might echo around the auditorium. She passed out for a few seconds from the intensity of her release.

Sean slid out from under the tall, tanned body of the head cheerleader. Kristen rolled to her side, still dazzled by the best orgasm she had ever had. She had tears in her eyes. Sean rolled to face her and saw them.

He was puzzled, “Are you ok?” She looked so vulnerable.

“No, not really. That was so amazing!” She started to cry harder.

“You’re crying because it was amazing? I don’t understand.”

“You’re as oblivious as a guy, you know?”

“I guess.”

“This may have been a little experimentation for you, but it meant everything to me, even if I didn’t want it to. I’ve never felt like that with anyone else. I could love you. But you don’t really want to be with me, do you?”

“No, I can’t, not right now, at least. I’m sorry.”

“Please get dressed and go away, seeing you naked is not helping me.”

Sean realized he was lying in Shannon’s birthday suit beside the lingerie-clad fantasy of every guy in school. And he was rejecting her. Only the switch could have produced a situation this fucked up, he thought ruefully as he pulled on his panties and picked up his bra.

Shannon found Erica standing beside the car after school. She had apparently teased her hair after school since it had quite a bit more volume and bounce than her usual. Her cheerleading uniform hung just below her crotch as she leaned casually against the fender, legs crossed. “Does this girl ever not look like sex on a stick?” Shannon wondered.

As a dancer, she was used to the occasional risqué movement or performance or outfit, but it seemed like Erica’s whole life revolved around maximizing her allure.

“Hey, babe, did you do something to your hair?” Shannon greeted her like she thought his brother would.

“Hi, stud, I was just playing around. Did you bring some muscles for me?”

“Only one,” Shannon flirted as best she could. Erica laughed and they got in and drove to her house.

Once inside she led the way down the carpeted steps. Shannon cursed as she bumped Sean’s head on a low part of the stairwell. Erica giggled and kept going into the finished room.

It seemed comfortable, with a big L-shaped couch, several padded wooden armchairs and a stereo/TV combo built into the wall. There were lally columns running down the center at 10 foot intervals. A tall box was leaning against and hiding the last one, with a larger box over to the side.

“Those are the boxes. They’re big and awkward. My dad couldn’t even move them.”

“I’m hoping these monkey arms are good for something,” Shannon replied.

Erica watched her pick up the first box and carry it across the basement to the door. “That’s far enough for now.”

“You sure?” Shannon was barely breathing hard after picking nearly 200 lbs. Sean’s body was amazing, she thought for the umpteenth time.

“Have a seat on that chair and rest a minute. I want to thank you properly.”

“Uh oh,” Shannon thought. She sat down and waited for the elaborate hug and kiss she was sure to receive.

Erica had other plans. “Remember ‘close your eyes’?”

“Yes,” Shannon smiled at the recollection.

“Your turn.”

Shannon closed her eyes and waited. Erica talked to cover the other noises she might make. “I liked that so much, you were so hot that night.”

Suddenly Sean heard a sound, “zzzz…” and felt something tug on her wrists. She looked and saw that her forearms had been tied with thick zipties to the arms of the chair.

“What the fuck?” Shannon gasped.

Erica laughed. “You’re my prisoner.”

“Get these off me!” Shannon tried to slide her arms back to free them, but the back of the chair was in the way. The cheerleader had planned well.

“What’s the magic word?” Erica teased, still smiling.

“Please?”

“Nope, that’s your safety word, silly.”

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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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Note: This is story is an extension of Shiprat’s story Indian Social Worker and The Bully. Shiprat left his story open ended. The part which disturbed me most was plight of Shikha. I think Shikha indeed behaved like a wayward person but she was manipulated to do so and I firmly believe she deserves a second chance for redemption.

I request everybody initially to go through Shiprat’s story for better understanding. Finally I would like to thank Shiprat, without his contribution this story would have never been written. I tried to contact Shiprat about same but as no reply came from him so I decided to move forward with my idea. So here is my small contribution.

***

Sunaina the receptionist ushered the last patient of the day into the office. Dr. Kiran was pleasantly surprised to see his patient; she looked something around 30 years of age, dressed in loose white shirt and long green skirt and was very attractive indeed. But along with the charm and attractiveness there was a shadow of apprehension and melancholy on her face.

“Hello Shikha!” Kiran said, with a warm smile. “I prefer to use first names, it makes people more relaxed, so please call me Kiran. It’s nice to meet you, please take a seat.”

“Oh thank you doctor, I mean Kiran.” Shikha said nervously.

“I have been appointed to examine and follow up of your case from our mutual friend Dr. Nita.” Kiran paused for a moment to check Shikha’s reaction. But none came from her.

He continued, ” She had to attend a conference about mental health at London and will stay there atleast for two months. So she has transferred your case to me. I think she has already corresponded about it to you too.”

Shikha nodded silently in affirmation.

Kiran smiled and continued, “Good. First of all don’t worry at all. See I am a qualified GP and also a qualified psychologist. My field of expertise is helping people of both sexes with sexual problems, whether they be physical or emotional or both.”

“Nita has informed me everything about your unfortunate incident with Lallan and his rogues and the subsequent separation from your husband.”

Shikha’s eyes started flowing involuntary and her body flinched as she heard her tormentor’s name. For a moment the room filled will heavy and uneasy silence.

“I am extremely sorry about the trials and tribulations you had to go through. But you are in an absolute safe place now.” He said softly holding her hand.

“Trust me what happened between you and Lallan was not your fault at all. You always hated that sick bastard. He just simply took advantage of your loneliness and your vulnerability. He manipulated you and got you into an extremely unhealthy abusive episode of perverted sex and violence just to satisfy bursa escort his own sick needs. You have done absolutely correct and courageous act by sending him to jail.”

Shikha gave a half hearted smile after hearing this.

“After studying your case thoroughly, I can definitely say that you are neither a sex addict nor an abuse addict. You are perfect normal girl who deserves love, happiness and a perfect normal relationship. And believe me there is absolutely nothing in the world which can’t be fixed.” Kiran asserted by softly squeezing her hand.

Shikha was now on verge of emotional breakdown. She had almost forgotten that how it is felt to be loved. Lallan had really messed up with her body and mind which needed heavy repair but with soft, kind and careful touch and approach.

She started sobbing and breathing heavily. Kiran tried to calm her down with glass of water. But her emotions were too overwhelming. After emptying the glass she continued her soft sobs. She curled in her chair and started crying uncontrollably.

“Don’t be ashamed, feel free cry as much as you can!” Kiran said consoling her and brushing her scalp with his firm hand.

After the huge outburst of tears and emotions Shikha tried to compose herself. She apologised for her outburst and said, “Please Kiran, I really want you to save me from this web of torment. I don’t want to fall in that abyss again. I want to go back and live my life as a normal person. Help me out. PLEASE!”

“Definitely, that is why I am appointed.” Kiran assured her by patting on her shoulder.

He further continued, “It’s my prime duty to save you from this dark path of violence, hate and abuse. And guide you to path of love and normalcy. But for that I would need your 100% trust and co-operation! Are you willing to do that?” Kiran asked.

Shikha nodded affirmatively. Taking her hands into his he guided her to the sofa. “Do you trust me?” Kiran asked Shikha again nodded affirmatively.

“Now you have to listen carefully follow my instructions. In case you are not comfortable we will end this session then and there.”

Kiran looked in Shikha’s eyes they were filled with guilt, shame, despair, sorrow, humiliation and defeat. She tried to look away but Kiran firmly held her cheeks and brought his face so near that she could feel his warm breaths on her cheeks.

Shikha looked at his cabin door anxiously. Kiran understood her concern and replied, “Don’t worry at all you are my last patient for the day, the door is locked and my receptionist has left for home already.”

Kiran touched her face and cheeks again with sympathy and compassion. He softly but firmly kissed on her forehead, her eyes. He tasted her moist çanakkale escort and salty cheeks. Shikha closed her eyes waiting for Kiran to make his next move. He asked her to open her eyes. Then he hugged her and softly kissed her lips.

That was the touch which Shikha longed for. She felt an unfamiliar but assuring warmth in Kiran’s arms. After Lallan’s absence and few sittings with Nita she regained her senses and she started feeling disgust towards abusive sex which she longed everytime when Lallan brutally raped and abused her. Shika felt Kiran’s touch soothing and healing both to her mind and her body.

He softly kissed her ears and whispered, “You are very beautiful and very strong woman Shikha. Not just physically but mentally and emotionally too. You are born to be loved, adored and respected.”

Saying this Kiran started undressing her slowly. Shikha felt warmth and moisture building in her loins and was too much surprised about her positive responses to the sensual romantic advances of a unknown person whom she just met. The one which she never felt even with her husband Anup.

Kiran slowly unbuttoned her shirt and kissed her cleavage. He laid his palms on her both soft mounds and gently squeezed them. Shikha sighed. He started peeling her layer by layer, both physically, emotionally and mentally.

Kiran was extremely shocked and saddened to see the healing scars and bruises of Lallan’s brutal acts on her body. “Oh Shikha!” He sighed and hugged her with an honest compassion. He was disturbed to the core, by marks and scars that were left by Lallan and his associates on Shikha’s body. He softly touched her wounds and bruises with his fingers .

“Please love me Kiran, tonight I want to put behind all these dark memories and scars behind. Love me and free me from this pain.”

Shikha cried from bottom of her heart! Kiran felt Shikha’s tears dampening his shirt and his hands started gently caressing contours of her buttocks. He searched and found zip and buckle of her skirt. Soon it fell and lied crumpled on floor.

Now Shikha had her modesty covered only in her lingerie, a very conservative white bra and panties. She had stopped wearing skimpy clothes even internally after the last horrific episode with Lallan and his brute associates. Kiran took his time to undress himself till he was left only in his brief containing a very powerful and straining erection. Shikha was eagerly and anxiously watching the movements happening inside Kiran’s brief.

Kiran looked at Shikha and smiled. Shikha responded back a bear hug. Kiran felt her heart thumping very loud near his bare chest. After caressing her back he putting his fingers behind her back smoothly unhooked her bra and çankırı escort let it fall.

Instinctively Shikha covered her breasts which were marred by bites from Lallan’s teeth. “Don’t hide those scars let me see and heal them.”

He then kissed on her breast and latched himself on her jet black tits. He swirled his tongue around them making them rock hard and sucked them like a hungry child sucking raw mangoes. Unlike Lallan he took utmost care not to hurt them.

Shikha’s mind was now filled with surging emotions and lust. Both her mind and body were extremely aroused, feeling warm and happy again. Infact she was feeling sensations in her body which she never felt even during her brutal ravishment by Lallan. She held Kiran close and pushed whole mound of breast inside his warm mouth. She started moaning with every swirl of his tongue around her erect nipple. She covered her mouth with her palm to minimise her moans.

“Don’t!” Kiran said by taking her hand away from her mouth. “Moan as much as loud you can. Free yourself from every restraints.” And he touched her damp panties.

“Oh God!” Shikha gasped as she felt his fingers probing her pussy over the panties.

“I think it’s an absolute correct time to get rid of those. Can I?” Kiran asked.

Shikha was so overwhelmed that she couldn’t reply anything. She just made a soft noise from her throat as a consent.

Finally Shikha was in her most vulnerable state. But even after that she felt very protected and safe around her psychatrist who had opened treasures of true love, emotional and passionate sex to her.

Kiran then carefully parted her pussy lips and drove his swift tongue inside her nethers like a serpent swishing in a jungle.

Shika’s gasped and moaned. Kiran inserted his tongue deep insidek and started exploring her. He softly teased those pussy lips with his fingers and parted them slowly until her clit was visible. He gently but firmly licked it.

“Hmmmmphhh!” Shikha moaned and body shuddered from head to toe. Her body was simmering with passion and lust. She firmly held Kiran’s mouth against her pussy and spread her thighs more to give more access to her most intimate area of her body.

Kiran doubled her erotic pleasure on her pussy by introducing his shapely fingers inside her wet and warm cavern.

Finally Shikha exploded like a bomb and it’s impact was felt on the bed, Kiran’s face as well on her trembling body!

After he finished Kiran washed and wiped his face. While Shikha on bed was still trying to recover herself and making sense of events which just happened with her.

“Well I am really happy about your quick and positive response towards therapy Shikha, I think you will need two to three more sessions for complete recovery. So see you next week, same time.” Kiran said and kissed her lips.

Shikha now completely recovered, freshened up and dressed up herself. She kissed Kiran goodbye on his lips left the clinic with a heartfelt smile and exciting thoughts about her next appointment.

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I stop at a small independent coffee shop a few times a week. One morning there was a new girl working behind the counter. The first thing I noticed about her was her tattoos; she had full sleeves on each arm featuring 80’s and 90’s characters. One arm with heroes, the other with villains. He-man/Skeletor, Optimus/Megatron, Mario/Bowser, Link/Ganon Beast/Gaston and several other pairs. Extremely cool.

She was rubenesque in all the best ways. About five and half feet tall, probably 225 pounds, and enormous green eyes that were almost “bug-eyed”. Her ass large and round, big tits, and shoulder-length black hair up in a ponytail. She was wearing the coffee shop uniform of beige pants, black shirt, red apron, and had a nametag that read “Nikki”.

I ordered my morning coffee after complimenting her tattoos, then went to sit and wait til my name was called. Covertly, I tried to see if she was wearing a ring without trying to look like an jackass. When she called out Jim, I went up to the counter and figured “ah what the hell.”

“I know you probably get guys in here hitting on you all the time, asking when you get off work, asking for your number or whatever. So I’m not going to do that. Instead, I’m just going to give you my number, and hopefully you’ll decide to use it some time.” I wrote my number on one of those coffee cup sleeve things and gave it her. She smiled and said she’d think about it. I left and went on about my day.

That afternoon, I got a text from a number I didn’t recognize. It said,

“my coworkers said that you weren’t a creep, so I decided to talk to you. So don’t turn out to be a creep for 5 minutes.”

I laughed and replied “Fine, but at 6 minutes, I’m being a creep.”

“LOL funny is a checkmark in the ‘talk to’ column”

“What do I have to get more checkmarks in that column?”

We spent the rest of the afternoon texting back and forth. She was really funny and easy to talk to. After I got home, I asked if she’d be interested in going out some time. We made plans for Friday evening. I offered to meet her somewhere, but she wanted me to pick her up from her place, because she usually rides the bus around town. At 7 o’clock I knocked on her apartment door. When she opened the door, I was blown away. She wore black leggings, red converse, a low-cut shirt with Care Bears on it that showed some generous cleavage, a denim jacket covered with patches and buttons, and great makeup. Bright blue lipstick, dark blue eyeshadow, and black eye liner.

She asked “ready to go? I’m starving. Your mouth’s open by the way.”

I replied, “oh sorry, you look great. Let’s go.” She smiled and held out her arm. I hooked my arm in hers and we walked back to my car.

I drove to a chain restaurant that had an arcade on one half of the restaurant. We talked and laughed the whole time on the drive over. I asked her if this place was okay and she said that she loved games. I figured she did after seeing some video game characters on her tattooed arms. We ate our meals, had a few drinks, and then went over to the game side of the restaurant.

We played several games together having a good time. Then, she challenged me to a game of Air Hockey. After we each scored bitlis escort one point, she leaned way over the table to reach the puck. My eyes were drawn to her cleavage like a magnet. She noticed me looking and got a sly smile. She grinned and pulled her shirt down further revealing a better view of her boobs. As I was staring at them, I totally missed the puck and she scored on me.

I exclaimed “Hey! That’s cheating!”

She laughed and said “All’s fair in love and Air Hockey dork!”

I wound up losing because I couldn’t defeat her feminine wiles. We kept playing, laughing and having a good time. Looking around the prize room, she got on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear “if you win me that Pikachu, I’ll suck your dick.”

I looked at the tag on a two foot tall plush Pikachu doll and I was short by roughly 700 tickets. I told her, “you do realize that I come here all the time, I can win that many tickets in ten minutes.”

She laughed and said “well prove it then!”

I went and played one more game that I’m really good at hit the jackpot on my second try. I won a thousand more tickets and her mouth fell open.

I said “your mouth is open by the way,” and started picking up all the tickets.

We went back to the counter, I got the Pikachu and then gave my remaining tickets to a kid. She was hugging her doll and said “lets get out of here” with one of her eyebrows raised.

When we got to my car, I started driving to my place. She reached over and took my right hand and after a few minutes, she said “damn, you’re a hung lesbian.”

Confused, I asked what she meant. She laughed and said ” you’ve got really long fingers. Get it? ‘Hung lesbian’.” She laughed again and said “seriously, I’ve seen dicks smaller than your fingers.”

I laughed and said “thanks I guess?”

She then totally caught me off guard when she asked very matter-of-factly, “so how big is your dick? With hands like these, do you have monster down there?”

I decided to answer just as matter-of-factly and said “I’m not sure, I’ve never really measured. By porn standards, I’d say I was small. But for regular guys, I’d say I was probably average. I buy Magnum sized condoms, but I’m pretty sure condom companies make the average size ‘Magnum’ because they know dudes won’t buy anything for their dicks unless it says humongous on the packaging.” She was laughing the whole time.

When we got to my place, I gave her brief tour of it, and then went to my bedroom. “Nice place. Now lay down on the bed and take your pants off” she ordered.

I did as I was told and while still fully clothed, she knelt down in front of me. I told her “you don’t have to actually do this, it was just a silly challenge.”

She said back, “no, I’m going to. You earned me the prize I wanted and it’s only fair that I keep my word. Besides, I like giving head. Will you be able to get it up again later?”

Not going to argue, I nodded, and I just laid back and watched her get started. I was already pretty hard when I took my pants off and she quickly got me all the way. She started with some light stroking which felt great. After about a minute of stroking, Nikki began licking the bolu escort length of my cock, from root to head. I quickly realized she was an expert at blowjobs. Sliding her lips up and down my shaft while moaning very slightly, she got some of her blue lipstick on my shaft. After bobbing her head for a few minutes, she took me all the way into her mouth. I looked up at the ceiling; I was trying desperately to last as long as I could, but I knew I couldn’t last much longer. I told her, “I’m almost there.”

She locked eyes with me, smiled around my dick, and winked at me. I was pretty much a goner at that point. Nikki moved her lips to just the tip of my head and started stroking hard and fast. I told her “it’s been a little while since I’ve cum; it’ll probably be a lot.” She kept right on stroking and I started cumming with a groan. The whole time, Nikki kept eye contact with me. Her green eyes got a little wider as I came in her mouth. It really made her look a little bug-eyed.

She stroked me all the way through my orgasm, and then backed off my cock. Opening her mouth, but not spilling any of my cum, she showed me all of the thick, white jizz in the bottom of her mouth. Then, she closed her mouth, and swallowed everything down. Slightly out of breath and laughing , she said “whew! Damn, that was a huge load!”

In a mock defensive tone, I said “hey, I did warn you. Now it’s your turn, if I don’t get at those tits, I might die.”

Laughing, she said “that’s a little dramatic.” But she stood up and took her top off and I got to see her boobs inside a bra that was failing to constrain them spectacularly. The bra cups were overflowing with her expansive tits. After taking her bra off, she let her tits drop. They sagged a little, but they were huge, so that was to be expected. They had nipples the size of my pinky tips surrounded by areolas about the size of half-dollar coin. Giant pale boobs with pink-tipped nipples. I was practically drooling. Stepping toward me, she buried my face in them. I licked each nipple in turn, and squeezed the other one while my mouth was latched on. She moaned and ran her hands through my hair. After a few minutes of this, I pulled back and stood up. I then traded places with her and pushed her gently down onto the bed. I knelt down and reached for her leggings.

She stopped me once I got them off and reached for her panties and said “wait, it’s been a while for me too, and I didn’t expect the night to go this far. I haven’t shaved in almost three weeks” and started to cover herself with her hands.

I smiled and said “you like to give head, and I like a hairy snatch. Shaved girls always look too young to me. I’m interested in a woman, not a little girl.”

I moved her hands away from her panties and pulled them down over her thick thighs. She was hairy, but it was a turn on for me. I started kissing her big thighs on either side of my face, and running my fingers through her pussy hair. I kept teasing her until she was squirming and trying to push her pussy toward my face. Very gently, I started to lick her cunt. I licked each of her lips, and ran my tongue through her hair. I stuck my tongue in her pussy and moved it upward until I found burdur escort her clit. I started to suck and lick her clit and she moaned louder and she pulled my face harder into her snatch.

After almost ten minutes of my going down on her she begged me “use your dick fingers!”

I smiled with my lips pressed up against hers. While still licking her clit, I put the index and middle fingers of my of right hand in her pussy and started gently curling them upward, looking for her G Spot. I stroked my fingers in and out of her hairy pussy harder and harder. She bucked harder against my mouth each time I brushed up against her G Spot. I knew she was about to cum then. She groaned even louder, her pussy gripped my fingers harder and she made a guttural sound and then collapsed back on the bed breathing hard. I got up and laid next to her on the bed while she caught her breath. Finding my cock with her hand, she stroked me until I was fully hard again.

“Do you want me to wear a condom” I asked?

“I’m on birth control, so only if you want to. Feel free to pull out if you’re not comfortable cumming in me.” She said.

I stood up and had her get on her knees on the edge of the bed. She thrust her giant ass out toward me. I ran my hands all over her ass and played with it until she told me to fuck her already. I laughed and started teasing her pussy with the head of my dick. Until I pushed into her all the way slowly as she groaned. I began to slowly move in and out of her pussy with long strokes while I still rubbed her ass. A few minutes after this she ordered me to fuck her harder. Picking up the pace of my thrusts, I slapped her ass once and she yelped.

“Yes! Slap my ass. Pull my hair too!” She yelled at me.

Reaching up her back, I pulled her hair into my left hand while still squeezing her ass with my right. The whole time I kept thrusting into her pussy. Occasionally, I’d slap her big butt with my right hand and then rub it some more. I could hear how wet she was getting and I knew she was about to cum again. I pulled her hair harder and her orgasm started. Nikki groaned in that guttural way again and I felt her pussy get wetter as it gripped my cock even tighter. Knowing I couldn’t last any longer, I thrust into her even harder until I was the very brink cumming. I pulled out of her and jerked my cock a couple of times until I started cumming. I sprayed my first shot all the way up to her shoulder blades. The second and third shots plopped onto her huge ass and lower back. A fourth shot dribbled into her crack and onto her pussy. My white cum was all over her. Long thick ropes of it from her ass all the way to her upper back.

We were both breathing hard and she asked for a towel. I said “nope sorry, no towels in the entire house, you’ll just have to stay that way.” She laughed and smacked me on the leg while I went and got her one.

I cleaned all of the cum off her back, ass, and pussy and then we both laid down next to each other. She turned onto her side and pushed her back and huge butt against my chest and dick. I wrapped my arms around her and put one hand on one of her boobs, and the other on her big belly.

I asked her if she needed me to take her home or anything and she said that she didn’t. We stayed spooning each other until eventually we fell asleep.

***This was my first story. Feel free to tell me if it sucked, or if was good, or if you like or hated it. Thanks for reading it. It’s totally a fiction. Not based on anyone real.

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Chapter 3

THE SUBTLE ART OF DYNAMICS

The day after our anniversary saw us land at Bianca’s mums house.

Her name is Sandra, and she has lives there by herself.

Sandra and her husband divorced approximately four years ago, and her eldest daughter,Taliesha, moved up to The Gold Coast, in Queensland, two years ago.

Bianca was very close to her mum, so when we both moved out together, almost one year ago, Sandra was, all of a sudden, by herself.

Bianca and I made sure that we spend some time with her each week, and we have succeeded.

Our visit today, was a surprise visit, as Bianca and I thought it would be nice to take her out to lunch.

Sandra was over the moon to see the two of us, and we filled her in on our perfect evening.

Sandra went upstairs to change into a new outfit for our lunch date, and Bianca was right behind her, talking away.

I waited down stairs for them to return.

Thirty minutes had passed when I heard the two ladies coming down stairs, giggling away.

I was sitting on a stool at Sandra’s breakfast bar in her kitchen, messaging my good mate Jonesy, to see if all was okay, and if he and his wife Tamara needed any shopping.

They had the most adorable baby girl together three months ago.

Her name is Mia, and Bianca and I visit whenever we can.

The girls came downstairs, looking as stunning as always.

Bianca was wearing what she was originally going to wear last night, except with white flat sandals, whilst Sandra had a gorgeous satin black above the knees strap dress, with white polka dots all over.

She also had sandals on, although hers were black.

Bianca came up behind me, and draped her arms around me, hugging, “Did you miss me Beautiful?” she happily asked, kissing my cheek.

“No, not really. “

“I wrote a novel, while I was waiting for you two to get ready.” I said,

giggling sarcastically.

Bianca slapped me on the shoulder in retaliation.

“I was explaining to mum, how much of a stud you were last night.” Bianca said, with her famous google eye expression that she does.

I stood up off the stool and Bianca’s mum walked past.

“Every woman deserves a piece of you Daniel,” Sandra said, winking her eye

“Bianca has told me one thousand times how good you are in bed.” Sandra added, whilst slapping my ass.

“Bianca, really, all you could come up with is good?” I asked her, shaking my head.

Bianca came over and stood in front of me, and placed her left palm on my cheek.

“No words can describe how you make me feel when we fuck,” Bianca whispered.

She kissed me with those soft, heavenly lips.

Bianca, playfully bit and stretched my lower lip, as she pulled her lips away from mine.

“You are the only lover, who has ever made me wet, by just looking at me. Fuck I’m wet and aching now babe.” Bianca whispered under her breath, as her lips again, found mine.

“Get a room you two.” Sandras mum said, rolling her eyes.

“How about your room mum?” Bianca asked, as she blew Sandra a kiss.

“Only if I can watch honey.” Sandra replied, in a cheeky voice.

“Hang on one minute ladies. Here you are making all these sordid sexual scenarios, which involve me mind you, and not one of you asked if I wanted to be involved in them,” I protested sarcastically.

“I have feelings to you know.” I said in a sad little boy voice.

“Babe, we will make a point of hurting your feelings, isn’t that true mum?” Bianca giggled.

“Damn straight love, we’ll make those feelings hurt so good Danny boy, among other things.” Said Sandra, winking to Bianca.

Bianca and her mum both slapped my ass on the way out of the front door, then high fived each other.

Fuck me, what a pair, haha.

“Get in the car bitches, we’re off to the beach, for lunch and coffee!!” I said excitedly.

The ladies approved and off we went.

The beach lunch was fantastic, we all talked amongst each other, discussing a few issues, having a few laughs, and just generally enjoying each others company.

I asked Sandra about that possessive witch voice Bianca scowled out in bed last night.

Sandra couldn’t say she has ever heard of such a voice before and Bianca really couldn’t recall the moment either, and she was a little surprised when I threw her on to the bed. We just left it there, as one of those things.

We dropped Sandra back home after lunch.

The dynamic between the three of us is just brilliant.

The dynamic between Bianca and I, are top notch, and her mum blends straight in, seamlessly.

We feed of each other in conversations, and she loves to laugh, and she has a sexy and saucy sense of humour.

She has a lot of time for me, and I her, and I’m just as at ease talking to her with, or without Bianca present.

We asked her too come along to Jonesy’s place to see the new bub, but she had a date that evening, with woman she met at a cafe.

Well, Bianca and I went into overdrive with our gossip radars at full attention.

Bianca and I decided that dinner diyarbakır escort at Sandra’s tomorrow was a definite YES! to catch up on all the date night gossip.

Bianca and I left, leaving Sandra to get ready for her evening’s date.

We hugged and kissed goodbye, and the obligatory slap on my ass, had us bidding her goodnight.

Until later in the evening when we made a mental note, to call her Hahaha.

Bianca and I headed off to do some basic grocery shopping for Jonesy and Tamara.

We arrived at Tamara & Jonesy’s house at four thirty in the afternoon, pretty pumped to see their little bubs, Mia.

We rang the bell and Peter(Jonesy) answered.

“Bro!” he exclaimed, as we both high fived.

“Maaaaate!” I replied

“Ahhhh, and the beautiful Lady Bro!” He said excitedly to Bianca ,while hugging her.

We walked in through the door, with Jonesy leading the way.

“Pete honey, is Mia asleep?” whispered Bianca.

“Tam only just finished feeding her, she’s upstairs Bee(Bianca).” Jonesy informed Bianca.

“She’s been looking forward too you guys coming Bee, especially you love.” Jonesy added.

Bianca headed up the stairs to the nursery, while Jonesy and I headed out into the backyard, beers in hand.

Bianca came back down the stairs about twenty minutes later.

She came out to where Jonesy and I were sitting.

“Can I have the keys for the car honey?” Bianca said excitedly.

“Yeh, of course love.” I replied, wondering what she was up too.

“I’m giving Lady Tamara a pampering makeover, reward for being such an amazing mummy.” Bianca said excitedly.

“And you, Peter Jones, are going to get dressed up, and take your beautiful wife out to dinner.” Bianca said, clapping her hands.

“Why don’t you take Pete upstairs honey, I’ll get your bag from the car, and bring it up.” I said, while kissing Bianca on the cheek.

“Come on you, get your ass upstairs Mr. Jones”, Bianca giggled, as she patted Jonesy on the ass.

Jonesy got changed downstairs, donning a light grey suit, a dark blue open neck shirt and a pair of brown shoes. The man looked pretty classy.

Jonesy and I were waiting for the ladies in the lounge room, continuing our conversation from the backyard. He couldn’t believe how much time has evaporated, since Mia was born.

“She sleeps a lot and is no trouble, but fitting in work, new baby and sleep, the day runs out of hours Dannyboy.” Jonesy explained.

“Tam struggles at times, especially getting up in the night, that one kills her Daniel.” Jonesy kept explaining.

“Then I see her tits bro, fucking big and just aching to be sucked, and I don’t even get a look in bro, Mia owns those melons now.” He chuckled, In a half serious voice.

“Have you ever tasted breast milk Dannyboy?” asked Jonesy.

“Can’t say that I have as an adult mate, why bro?” I replied, in an inquisitive tone.

“It’s not good Dannyboy, not good at all, and even if it was, Tam’s rocks are usually too sore for my eager tongue and teeth.” Jonesy said pensively.

“What’s Bianca’s tits like Danny boy?” asked Jonesy.

I could hear the girls coming down the stairs thankfully, that was a question I was happy to leave alone.

Tamara looked amazing, as they walked down the stairs, holding hands together.

“Fuck, those two would be a handful in bed bro, if you know what I mean.” Jonesy whispered.

“I seemed to satisfy them both, when I had a threesome with them.” I whispered back.

Fuck we laughed hard haha.

Tamara is five feet and nine inches tall, and hasn’t lost her amazing figure, since giving birth to her daughter.

She had a pair of black, red sole, high heals, and she was wearing a black above the knees skirt, a white sheer top which showed her amazing midriff, and a black lace pattern bra underneath.

Fuck me, Jonesy was right, Tamara’s tits are magnificent.

When your eyes eventually leave her breasts, Bianca’s make up skills are there, on show.

Tam was glowing, and those tired mummy eyes, and surrounds, were gone from her pretty face.

Her blonde hair was done up in a ponytail, and her black lipstick smile was ready to go out to dinner, with the love of her life.

Pete has fallen head over heels again, and realised how far above his weight he was punching. I think we all realised that, I chuckled to myself.

Bianca had made reservations at a restaurant named RENDEZVOUS, literally twenty minutes away from where they lived.

It was an Italian restaurant, very intimate and amazing food, and a perfect setting to have some couple time.

After hugs and goodbyes, we finally kicked Tam and Pete out of the front door.

Tam was so emotional and couldn’t stop thanking Bianca.

Peter, always the ice breaker, grabbed his wife’s hand, and took her to the hall mirror and stood her in front of it.

“Look how hot you are bitch,” Peter pointed out.

“You’ve given birth to a beautiful baby girl, only three months ago at that, and you look like a twenty year old edirne escort honey.” Peter reassured his wife.

“We deserve this night out, Mia is with her second parents, so let’s go enjoy ourselves.” Her husband smiled, as he kissed her cheek.

Now this time, they finally walked out of the door.

As usual, my first chore is to bring Mia’s bassinet down stairs mwhahaha.

Bianca, in the meantime put on the kettle, to make coffees for both of us.

Mia was asleep, but the bassinet was easy to seperate from the stand, and I careful brought her downstairs.

Bianca met me at the bottom of the stairs.

“Oh my god honey, how adorbs is she?” She said as she melted with love.

“I love it when we look after her, it feels so much like our own family.” Bianca said, with tears welling up.

“Especially when she is sleeping.” I added, winking at Bianca.

Bianca wiped her eyes, and hugged me back with a big, I love you kiss on the lips.

Even general kisses were soft and sweet from those lips of hers.

Bianca sat on the couch, and she put Mia and the bassinet on the coffee table, like we always do.

I finished off making our coffee’s, as technically, Bianca can’t make coffee for shit, but she makes up for it in other ways though.

I passed Bianca’s, magnificent!, coffee to her, and sat down beside her.

“Yummy for my tummy, honey.” Bianca giggled.

“Ahhh! Baby talk, I don’t think anyone can help it when little ones are around.” I commented.

Bianca took a sip from her coffee and gave me a playful nudge.

I put my coffee cup on the table and leant in and kissed her on those soft honey like lips.

“What was that for babe?” Bianca said with an approving smile.

“Well I thought,” I was about to continue.

Then we were interrupted by one of the loudest raspberries I’ve heard.

Bianca put her coffee on the table and burst out laughing.

“What the fuck Daniel!” She exclaimed with laughter.

“Jesus love, I wish I did do it, I’m presuming it wasn’t you?” I laughed in return.

We both looked over at the coffee table and little Mia began crying, and kicking her little legs and arms.

Bianca’s phone rang, Tam was on her screen as an incoming call.

Bianca answered;

“Hi Tam, what’s going on?” said Bianca trying to hold back the laughter.

“We are at the restaurant, and I thought I’d check in. What’s all the noise, is that Mia?” Tamara queried, a little anxiously.

“Omg Tam, Mia just let of the biggest fart, and the smell was just next level.” Bianca was laughing.

“Daniel is upstairs with her now, doing the dirty, and I’m about to run a little bath for her.” Bianca giggled and reassured Tamara.

“I’ll call you soon Tam, enjoy dinner Beautiful.” Bianca said .

“Okay hun, ring if you want us to come home okay?” Tamara responded.

“Okay, bye Tam.” Bianca said, then hung up.

Bianca headed up the stairs, and into Mia’s bedroom.

I was finished with the messy clean up, and had Mia wrapped up snug as a bug in a rug, and cradled in my arms.

Bianca came up to me and was so in love with the scene in front of her.

“Awww Daniel, look at you two, how adorable sweetheart.” She said.

“I’ll go an run a little bath for her, and we’ll make you all clean and fresh you little cutie.” Bianca said whilst putting her index finger on Mia’s little nose.

Mia laughed and giggled with Bianca.

“You take her love, I’ll run her bath in the ensuite bath, you sit and play on Tam and Pete’s bed.” I said, as I passed Mia to Bianca.

“Come here, little snuggle pot,” Bianca said, in a happy goo goo voice.

“You’ve done amazing Daniel, I love you so much right now.” she admired, as tears were trickling down her cheek.

“Cleaning a messy bum of poo was nothing, you were the real hero, stopping Tamra from freaking out love.” Daniel said with a giggle.

Bianca wiped her tears, and put Mia on Tam and Peter’s bed.

I filled up Mia’s little bath inside Tam and Pete’s ensuite bath.

It was a beautiful Luke warm temperature, and I laced it with a perfect lavender scented bath oil.

I called out to Bianca to bring Mia in, as her bath time was ready.

Bianca brought in Mia, and popped her in the bath.

Mia absolutely loved it.

She was kicking her arms and legs, and giggling her little head off, as I supported her back in the bath with my palm.

Bianca put a video call through to Tam and Pete, at dinner.

Tamara answered the call and Bianca started the video conversation.

“Hi honey, a little lady wants to say hi to mummy.” Bianca said, and put the camera in position, so that Tamara could see Mia in the bath.

“Awwww, how adorable is she. Hello little darling, mummy misses you.” Tamara said excitedly.

“Omg Tam, it must have been a week worth of poo”, Bianca laughed.

“Daniel cleaned down amazingly, and she’s enjoying her lavender bath time. We will put her straight to bed love, I think she will sleep amazingly.” Bianca said with confidence.

“Great edirne escort bayan job guys, the chaos turns quick yeh?” Tamara commented.

“Yeh, she is so beautiful Tam. Such an easy going placid gorgeous creature, like her mum and dad.” Bianca said, with a happy and complementing voice.

“Awww, thanks babe, we’ll be home in a couple of hours, is that okay love?” Tamara asked.

“Yeh, take your time guys, we’ll be here.” Said Bianca, as she hung up the phone.

I had taken Mia out of the bath, and was drying her off, while singing and goo goo talking to her.

Mia was giggling away, and she loves it when I blow raspberries on her tummy, she giggles so much.

Bianca took over the rest of the changing of Mia, whilst I emptied out Mia’s bath, and cleaned up in the ensuite bathroom.

All I could here was Mia giggling away and Bianca’s mummy talk voice, it’s a side of Bianca I love seeing, and that’s why we visit and babysit, as often as we can.

With ensuite bathroom cleaned up, I walked out to Bianca sitting in Tamara’s rocking chair, cradling Mia, who was all changed and wrapped up in her little cocoon.

Bianca looked so stunning, and looked to be in her element.

“What’s happening?” I whispered, as I walked quietly over to the chair.

Bianca looked up, “Look at her Daniel, isn’t she just something else. I love her so much.”

“Do you want to stay here for a bit and nurse her, I’ll go down and make us some fresh coffees.” I said, kissing Bianca, and Mia on the forehead.

“That sounds yummy darling, don’t be too long though, we will miss you.” Bianca said, now looking at Mia.

I headed back downstairs, and emptied out our full cups of coffee, then put the kettle on to make a couple of fresh ones.

I decided to stack the dishwasher, and wash the leftover pots and pans, in the sink, as I figured the last thing Tam would want , when she comes hone, is to do dishes after a date.

The kettle boiled, and before you knew it, I was back upstairs, coffees in hand.

Bianca was putting Mia back in the bassinet, as she was now settled and sleeping, funny enough, Iike a baby.

Bianca came over, as I walked in through the bedroom door, and took both coffees out of my hand.

She put a palm of her hand on each cheek, and kissed me as if I was inside her making love.

Our lips parted contact, allowing Bianca to talk.

“The way you handled Mia was such a turn on babe.” Bianca said, looking into my eyes.

Her tongue penetrated deep into my mouth, and her crotch pressed hard against my cock.

“I need your tongue in my pussy baby, and your lips on my clit.” demanded Bianca.

She pulled away, and pulled her white panties down too her ankles, then stepped out of them.

She brought them over to me, and put them under my nose.

Her lace panties were warm an wet, and heavily scented with her intoxicating sex.

My cock hardened instantly.

Bianca sat on the edge of the bed, with her feet planted on the floor.

She lifted her skirt and spread her legs, showing her perfectly glistening cunt.

“Fuck it with your mouth and tongue Stud.” Bianca insisted.

I needed little instruction, as I walked over to the bed, and got down on my knees and began to eat her out.

Her scent had me in a sensory overload, and my cock was wanting to let go of it’s sticky content.

“Ahhhhhh!” I moaned through her pussy, as my premature ejaculation, erupted into my underpants.

“Honey, did you cum? Bianca asked in a satisfied and sultry voice.

“Ah ha.” was my response, a little embarrassed.

I looked up at her, and she possessed the most wicked smile, knowing her scent was responsible for the cum, that was now, in my underpants

“Kiss me, I want to taste what set you off.” Bianca requested.

I obliged, by lifting my mouth from the lips of her wet pussy, and placing on the lips of her mouth.

“Wow honey, if I was you, I would’ve cum too.” she reassured me, as she licked her juice from her wet scented lips.

Bianca leant back, and planted both palms on the bed, and spread her legs even wider.

“Daniel honey, my pussy is missing your tongue baby.” Bianca informed me.

I put my head back between her legs, and breathed in her sensual aroma.

My tongue lapped up her sweet glistening nectar, now absolutely dripping from her cunt.

I was was deep inside her, and she took her palms of the bed, and put her hands on the back of my head, drawing me tighter and closer to her crotch.

“Ohhhh fuck Daniel, don’t you dare stop!” as she grabbed my hair and pulled it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m coming babe!!” as Bianca let out a muffled scream, when her vaginal muscles tightened.

She came hard, and I could smell and taste her orgasmic wave, through my nose and on my tongue.

She has a musky scent when she cums, a scent that could be bottled and sold.

Bianca pulled her skirt back down, we both got up, and kissed.

“I love licking my nectar from your lips lover,” said Bianca.

“Especially after you’ve eaten me so fine.” Bianca said in a sultry voice.

Bianca undid my shorts button, and unzipped them, as they fell to the carpeted floor.

She pulled the elastic

waist band of my underpants, from my stomach.

“That’s a lot of cum sweetheart.” Bianca said, in a pleased voice.

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The cardio definitely helped them ease their erections, but the boys were still stark naked and probably just moments away from springing another erection.

“Before the girls begin the dancing, a few things. Whoever gets the first erection watching the dancing will be the one getting punished, and whoever survives the session without sprouting an erection will get a treat.” Tom said.

This triggered more anxiety and excitement. The boys were already stripped buck naked in front of their batchmates. Few of them were already grabbed by the balls and spanked. What is the punishment waiting for them?

How worse can it get? They were worried.

What will the treat be? Will they get some pleasure after all? Girls were also worried a bit.

What if they are the treat!!

But if they make sure everyone gets an erection, then there is nothing to worry about.

They made up their mind to make it as difficult as possible for the guys.

The 5 nude boys were lined up facing the girls. The music started playing in the background. The girls started dancing. The girls in their bikinis shown they have got the moves. They were doing the sexy jazz funks, the twerks, and everything they could to tease.

Rachel again was the most confident dancer among them. Her attitude, combined with her steps and her gorgeous body, was simply irresistible. She went agonizingly close enough to her boyfriend Jack with her hands pressing on her breasts, pushing them out even further.

She instantly caught the attention of everyone in the room. Her bubble butts were also an instant turn on. She did a few booty-shakes right near the tip of Jack’s penis, which gave him more than just a tickle.

Penny was the next on the line. Being a shy girl, she didn’t do all these. She was still a bit embarrassed that bikini is all she got. But her cute face with the specs, short hairs, glowing skin, and beautiful round breasts was definitely sexier than what they could handle. Her graceful movements just added heat to the room.

Ana, the tanned petite girl, was so groovy. Her dance was exquisite. Even though her lean athletic body was quite attractive, it was less ‘sexier’ compared to that of Rachel’s and Penny’s.

Richa and Jesse were similar except for their skin tones. Both performed very energetic performances, but their more or static expressions appealed lesser to the crowd. Richa, in particular, was way more aggressive than sexy.

So it was fair to say Rachel had caught the most eyeballs even though she was just concentrating on giving her boyfriend Jack a hard-on. She ended up giving hard-ons to almost everyone in the room, except Steve.

He definitively proved that he has some will power. Not getting a hard-on while 5 girls, dancing half-naked, inches in front of them while he was standing bare. It was an accomplishment to be proud of. And he rightfully earned the treat although, he çorum escort didn’t know what it was yet.

On the other hand, Aaron was the dismal figure once again. He got the erection within 30 seconds into the dance. And was getting ready to be humiliated even further that day.

Now, Cyril, the sophomore boy, took the lead.

“Coming to the treat and punishment part. First of all, kudos for the performance and to Steve for his resilience. So Steve, who did you find the sexiest among them?”

“Rachel,” Steve replied instantly.

“And what about you, Aaron?” Cyril continued.

“Same for me, Rachel,” replied Aaron.

Rachel, at this point, was equally flattered and nervous about what could be awaiting her now.

Cyril continued, “Since we found that Rachel is the crowd favorite. It is only fair that she gets some sexual pleasure and, it has to be Aaron who should provide it as he was the one who couldn’t resist at all.”

Aaron was surprised, ” What? I get to fuck her? I won’t mind it for punishment any day.”

Cyril laughed at it, “Definitely not. You should pleasure her with your tongue. You have to lick her pussy till she gets to orgasm.”

“Oh no,” Aaron said in despair.

“And since Steve conducted himself well, he deserves to gets to have a climax that he would enjoy. And probably the best person here would be Rachel herself. Would you love to have her suck your dick, Steve?”

“Ohh, Yesssss!!” Steve’s eyes lit up. Controlling his erection for a few minutes is worth it, he thought.

Rachel was shocked. She couldn’t speak anything for a second. She never had a penis in her mouth. But if she ever had to have one, it could be the one. Even though she was a bit nervous and embarrassed, she was also quite intrigued to find how it felt.

Suddenly Jack, “She’s not doing it. She’s my girl.”

Cyril was pissed.

“So what? Will you take his cock in your ass?” he inquired.

Jack kept his silence for a while and replied, “Yes”

“Okay then,” replied Cyril.

He forced Jack to his knees. Steve’s limp penis was hanging right in front of his eyes. He slowly took the tip of his circumcised penis with the lips.

It started twitching. He then proceeded to take the whole of it. The girls were eagerly watching everything. The humiliation in Jack’s eyes, the lust in Steve’s, the twitching and elongation of their organs, the tightening of the muscles in his abs, calf, thighs, glutes…

They simply didn’t want to miss anything.

He then turned to Rachel, “Do you think what he’s doing is right?”

She was slightly intimidated by the question and also a tad disappointed in missing the chance to 2 unique experiences. Especially Aaron licking her off submissive and obedient in between her legs solely for her pleasure. That too just an hour after getting spanked on her ass by him.

“Maybe denizli escort not.” She replied.

“Since he’s doing what you were supposed to do, it is apt that you take his punishments,” said Cyril.

She was shocked and worried.

Cyril was still super pissed at Jack’s defiance.

“You are not getting away with it this time. Come here.”

Cyril shouted.

She moved forward facing him, trembling in fear.

Just as she stood in front of him, he kneeled and swiped her panties down to her ankles, before she could even react.

“This should be a lesson.” Cyril continued.

Rachel rushed her hands towards her privates, trying to her cover it from the view of Cyril and the other sophomore boys in front. But all the freshers standing behind her had an unobstructed view of her beautiful bubble butt. The boys were all in smiles. That view was worth getting naked, they thought.

“Hands-on your head,” Cyril was relentless.

She reluctantly raised her hands, exposing her hairy pussy.

Cyril wasted no time in poking it with his fingers. As she tried to wriggle out, he grabbed her from her moist interior and pulled her close. He rubbed his wet fingers along her bare thighs.

What was supposed to be a fun initiation was about to reveal how much of a dick Cyril was.

“Turn around” he commanded.

He swiftly held her shoulders and turned her around. And snap!!

Her bra fell on the floor.

The fresher boys were gasping, unable to believe what just happened. And giggling to savor the nudity and embarrassment she’s going through.

Even Jack saw her gf nude for the first time. He wished he could enjoy the sight of her gorgeous body, but not while his ass been pounded by Steve.

The sights of Jack’s sexy girlfriend baring herself made Steve go faster and deeper. He was nearing his climax inside Jack’s asshole. This brought back the focus, of all the girls who were distracted by quite distressing (delightful for others) sights of Rachel getting stripped.

He kept his eyes on Rachel’s jiggly boobs, and all of a sudden, he cum inside.

He was enjoying one of his best orgasms he ever had.

Jack was finally able to get into a conscious state. He saw his girlfriend nude. It was a sight he wanted to see but not the way he would have liked. Being publically exposed and groped.

The other girls started laughing at the sight of cum dripping from his ass.

Cyril squeezed Rachel’s ass like a dough. And he pulled her by the waist and placed her over his knee.

And shouted towards Jack.

“This is a lesson for you.”

He grasped her right breasts with his left hand to hold her in place, and with all his anger, he swung his right hand, SLAP!

Her muscular bottom was bouncing around, which was a pleasant sight. But Cyril was in no mood for pleasantries. He continued to düzce escort slap it till it almost turned light purple. Tears were rolling down her eyes. Jack was watching it helplessly. With every hit, she was jumping and wiggling but to no avail. Jack watched Cyril gripping over the soft breasts, and it was getting tighter with every movement she made.

This time Paul interrupted Cyril.

“Dude, it’s enough.”

‘”I’ll beat her as much as I want and will let everyone in the room take part as well. You don’t have to interfere in this”, Cyril responded.

This time all other sophomore boys echoed Paul’s sentiments. It was not like they didn’t want to get the feel of those gorgeous things, but they didn’t want this to end in the gloom. Rachel was already sobbing, and her ass was evidently stinging. Although Cyril was a very skinny short guy, his ruthlessness took a toll on her tender bottom.

Unwillingly Cyril let the beating end. Rachel ran towards Paul as if he saved her life, although it wasn’t that far. She hugged him and was sobbing over his shoulders. Paul wrapped his arms around her, trying to console her. He ran his left hand over her bottom, giving her a very gentle massage, which didn’t do much to decrease the stinging pain.

Then as she slightly moved away, he noticed the imprints of Cyril’s fingers on her breast. He gently took the plump breasts in his right hand while massaging her butt with his left hand.

He felt her soft boobs and very slowly bit the tip of her nipple with her lips. He gently licked and sucked her privates. The moisture slightly reduced the burning sensation. He then proceeded to kiss her on her cheeks and neck. She felt an unusual sense of security and warmth. And the overall environment in the room turned romantic and sensual all of a sudden. Jack had no clue how to act in this situation.

She then walked away feeling slightly better than what she felt a few minutes ago.

Then George put forward a suggestion.

“Give Jack one chance to make up for his mess he has caused to her gf.”

Jack was now ready for anything. He nodded.

“Nothing gets better than you licking of her to the orgasm you denied earlier. It will be a learning curve in your relationship. Let’s start it today in here with all these witnesses.”

Jack was so desperate to make up for the trouble that he went on his knees instantly. He placed himself towards his buck naked fiancee. His head almost at her hip level. He started slowly by taking foot in his hands. Then he gently proceeded to kiss from her mid-calf. Slowly he moved up towards her knees and inner thighs. His hands crept along her thighs, towards her hips and buttocks. His lips and tongue made their way to her slightly hairy pussy. His tongue wriggling inwards caused a tickling sensation. She tightened her muscles, forcing his head into her. With his steady technique, inducing sensations, in and around the region, he made her girl attain the pleasure, for the FIRST TIME.

She let out a sigh of relief and pleasure. What a start to her relationship! Her boyfriend, licking her off to orgasm, nude, on his knees, between her legs, that too on the very first day they saw each other nude.

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Vijayalakshmi’s face was a perfect oval, tapering to a fine chin. Her eyes were elongated, almond-shaped, lined with *kajal*

She had high cheekbones and a fine, straight nose. Her mouth was small, but her lips were full and luscious. She had white, even teeth.

Her hair was thick and lustrous, now tied in a plait that reached her buttocks. Her dusky skin was smooth and clear and soft, the colour and texture of honey. A long, elegant neck led smoothly to full, high, ripe breasts, superbly formed and heavy, like succulent mangoes. Her belly was firm and flat, her waist narrow and her hips flared just so, to neatly curved buttocks and slender, long, elegant legs. Her arms were smoothly turned, and her hands and feet were shapely. She wore a long *mangalsutra* around her neck, a *bindi*, gold hoops in her earlobes, gold finger-rings, anklets and toe-rings.

She lay naked on a low divan in the middle of the room, crouched on all her forearms and knees like the sphinx, her legs folded under her belly in an obtuse V, her head bowed. Silk scarves bound her wrists and ankles to the divan. Her dusky skin shimmered with sweat and her chest heaved. Her head rose slowly and she moaned, her fingers scrunching the rich tapestry counterpane on which she lay. Her eyes were hooded and her lips fluttered open. She tensed, whimpering softly, and her eyes were wide and glassy.

“Please … hurry … please … fucks me! Fuck me hard!”

And then her body jerked forward and her head snapped back and her mouth tore open as if pulled by an invisible string. A long, thin shriek erupted from her throat and her face twisted and contorted and spasm in agony. Tendons stood out and strained in her long neck and her lips snapped back in a savage rictus.

“More!” An exultant male voice cried over hers. “Shove it in all the way, motherfucker! Ram it in!”

“Ohhhhhhhh uhhh yes! Ohhh god, yes, uhhhhh Ohhh yes!” Vijayalakshmi cried, her body writhing and shaking, twisting, her chest heaving frantically.

“Yes! Yes! Do it, bastard! Do it!”

Vijayalakshmi shrieked again, louder and longer this time, her head arching violently backward, and her back bending steeply down. Behind and above her a tall, handsome, massively built stud man gasped, arching his head. He was naked and his body glistened with sweat. He groaned and his taut buttocks flexed and his hips slid forward. His penis was gargantuan, about nine inches long and correspondingly thick.

It moved forward, disappearing inexorably between Vijayalakshmi’s buttocks. She cried out again and the second male voice chortled gleefully. The penis went in deeper and deeper, seemingly endless.

Vijayalakshmi’s voice was ragged, hoarse, cracked, and her cries came in choking, broken gasps and whimpering, sobbing moans. Her body heaved and writhed. Deeper and deeper the penis went till it was inside her fully, buried to the hilt. The stud man paused, and Vijayalakshmi whimpered. He waited patiently. Her moans gradually dwindled and she began whimpering softly. His big hands slid up her slender, curved body to cup her swollen, pendulous breasts. Her nipples were long and stiff in small, dark aureoles.

Vijayalakshmi was being sodomized. The man fucking her ass was a hired stud, a gigolo. He had been fucking her steadily and relentlessly for the past ninety minutes, almost without respite. They were in the sunken living area of her house in her home. All around them, on all four sides of the divan, there were men watching. The woman was on display, being fucked openly and publicly, for the pleasure of the dozen or so voyeurs. elazığ escort

Vijayalakshmi’s name was Vijaya and she was twenty-four years old. Her husband of six months, Uday, prowled around the divan, goading the urging him to greater heights sexual action. The watching men were his friends and business associates. Now as they chortled and whistled and clapped their approval of the performance, he smiled to himself in satisfaction.

Vijaya was the best thing that had happened to his business. He was a small-time trader in an infernal hurry. Vijaya lived opposite. He had known her all his life, but never noticed her. Now, needing someone to keep house for him and to entertain his associates he proposed to her. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that she would do it so well, or with such astonishing results.

Uday realised that his bride was anything but a virgin on their wedding night itself. There was nothing shy or timid in her manner, no sign of hesitation. On the contrary, it was he who suddenly felt nervous and unsure. He had only had one previous affair, a short-lived and sexually unsatisfactory relationship with one of the girls in the office several years earlier.

She was delighted that he was a virgin and said she had never fucked one before. Uday thought they were making love, and said so Bina laughed and told him to stop being idiotic. He could call it what he liked, but they were still only fucking, doing what every one of God’s creatures did. Intimidated Uday let her take him to bed. She was apparently insatiable and over the next few weeks, they fucked daily. He enjoyed the sex and her body. The affair ended as abruptly as it had begun.

Bina walked out after a few weeks, saying that he was a bore in bed, that she needed a man who knew how to fuck.

Shaken and frightened, Uday deliberately kept away from women and concentrated on his work. He left the company – the constant proximity Bina and seeing her contemptuous, pitying glances – was too much to bear. He set up a small industry in the suburbs making aluminum utensils. He began to do well and, under pressure from his family – he was getting older, after all – married Vijaya.

On their wedding night, all his anxieties returned. He worried that he might not satisfy her, that she, too, might reject him. He made a first, fumbling, clumsy attempt, trying to kiss her ineptly as she sat on the bed dressed in all her bridal finery. She must have understood the problem for she took over, and he felt incompetent and inexperienced as she worked his body with a cunning that took his breath away. Gently, tenderly, unhurriedly, expertly, she aroused him till he was almost screaming with excitement. Her lips and fingers and tongue were everywhere, and then she had his cock in her cunt and it was a hot, tight vortex that drew him down, down, down and drowned him in a sea of endless joy.

She moaned and panted eagerly as he plunged greedily into her flesh and then, to his utter shock, started egging him on with a litany of gutter obscenities. Strangely aroused, he rocked deep into her flesh and she cried out in joy and begged for more. Their cataclysmic orgasms were almost simultaneous.

Later, snuggling naked on the sweat and love juice stained sheets, Uday kissed her gently, caressing her breast.

“Vijaya …”

“Mm?” She swirled her tongue over his nipple and her fingers were already crawling down his belly. Her nipple hardened between his fingers and he felt her breast swell and grow turgid with excitement.

“You’re not a virgin. erzincan escort Are you?”

Suddenly her lips were hot on his and her body was across his, “Uday,” she whispered. “Don’t ask me that. Not tonight. Tomorrow, maybe, and I’ll tell you. Not tonight. Tonight, just let’s enjoy each other.”

“Tomorrow, then” Uday was secretly relieved. He did not really want to know. Not that night, not when the magic was all around him.

“Yes. I promise.”

Then he moaned softly as her lips engulfed his penis and she started again. She was inexhaustible, insatiable and she aroused him repeatedly with such gentle dexterity and skill that he never felt otherwise than in full was only later that he realized that it was she, and not he, who had guided their lovemaking till the end, that he had only done what she always intended him to do, said what she wanted to hear, moved to her rhythm.

The next day, they left for their honeymoon and Uday was hopelessly and passionately in love. At the luxury hotel in Kodaikanal – he could afford it this once, he had reasoned – he fell on her the minute they arrived and, laughing, she tormented him, teasing and flirting with him till he was mad with lust.

Then, laughing she gave in and he fucked her like one possessed. She arched in evidently unfazed pleasure under him and made him go faster, harder, deeper.

They fucked all afternoon, slept all evening, skipped dinner, and fucked all night. By three in the morning, they were ravenous and he ordered too much food and drink from room-service. It took forty-five minutes to arrive and they used the time to fuck again, and he took her from behind, squatting over her hips and pounding his inflamed penis in and out of her cunt, crushing her swinging breasts in his hands. She had an orgasm violently and he jerked out of her came between her buttocks, on her anus, then slid his cock into her cunt again just as the room-service steward rapped on the door.

Cursing softly, Uday went to the door while she flung on a gown and stepped out onto the moonlit deck. The waiter wheeled the laden trolley into the room, and she came in through the window, shivering slightly, remarking on the chill in the air. She looked at the waiter and Uday felt a sudden, fleeting tension, a peculiar glint in her eyes. The waiter was a tall, handsome, lean man. Then it was gone and the waiter turned to him with the leather folder and ballpoint pen to sign the voucher. Uday signed it and handed it back and the waiter said thank you in a voice that somehow seemed to convey bafflement. He looked at Uday a shade longer than was polite in such a plush hostelry and only turned away when Uday doubled the tip.

Uday looked at his retreating back for a minute, wondering what it was that he had missed, when the steward said, in a very odd voice, “Have a *very* good night, sir.”

Before Uday could respond, the door clicked shut. Uday turned to find Vijaya already at the trolley, heaping a plate. He looked at her and felt his pulse quicken. Her gown had fallen open and her naked body was revealed to his view. Her long *mangalsutra* swung against her breasts and belly.

“Here you are, love.” She handed him the plate and heaped with food.

“I don’t want to eat. I want to fuck you.”

“After you’ve eaten will let you fuck me dear.”

“No Now. I want to come in your mouth and on your face and your tits and in your cunt and …”

Vijaya laughed prettily. “That’s a lot of coming Uday and you won’t be able to do any of it unless you eat. Eat.”

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“Of course my love”

“Take off your clothes. I like seeing you naked.”

“All right, take off yours.”

“No. You take off mine. Later when we fuck I like having you do that.”

Vijaya smiled and slithered out of her gown. They ate in bed and Uday realized how hungry he was when the first morsel went into his mouth. He took a second helping and was about to go for a third when she stopped him.

“Enough. You must eat little, fuck, eat again. If you eat too much, you won’t be able to do anything.”

Then his cock was in her mouth and they tumbled around on the floor, and he struggled around and pulled her legs apart and pushed his head into her crotch, questing for her cunt with his tongue, aching to thrust it deep into that warm, succulent, perennially moist cavern. Her tongue and lips and teeth wrought their magic on his penis and her slender finger slipped between his buttocks and pressed to his anus. He felt his jizz roil up, eager for another release.

While they were fucking, she reminded him of her promise made the previous evening. Astride his lap, impaled on his cock, her dark hair tumbling down her front, she smiled gently down at him. He rocked under her, not hurrying toying with her splendid breasts, unable to get enough of her wonderful body. Her cunt squeezed his penis gently, insistently. She bent over and kissed him, her hot, heavy breasts swinging against his chest, her *mangalsutra* cold between their bodies.

“Remember your question last night?” she asked, tonguing his ear.

“Yes.”

“You still want an answer?”

“Yes More than ever.”

“Do you trust me?”

“With all my heart”

“Will you believe what I say is the truth and that there is nothing else?”

“Will you tell me everything?”

“Yes.”

“Then of course I’ll believe you.”

“Even if it’s something you don’t like?”

“There’s nothing about you I don’t like.”

“You might still.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“Nothing only promises to keep faith in me, and to do as I say.”

He looked at her quietly. “What are you trying to tell me Vijaya? I don’t understand.”

She sighed softly. “Sometimes, you know, Uday, when I can’t sleep and the night won’t end, I ask myself the same thing and I say the same thing. I don’t understand myself either.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Love, listen to me.” Suddenly her voice was serious and urgent. “Believe me when I say that these past two nights have been the most wonderful in a long time. Not the best ever, because there were others. Yes, I’ve had lovers. But it’s not enough for you to know just that. Oh, I could tell you: how many, where and when and how. But that still won’t tell you the most important thing – *why*. So I’m going to do this. I can just talk and tell you and then you’ll have to do with it what you like; accept it and accept me, or reject both because you can’t have me without my past.”

“Fair enough,” he said after a little, thoughtful pause.

“There’s another way.”

“What’s that?”

“For that you’ll have to wait. It’s more difficult, to accept, to understand, to acknowledge. The harder road. But if you take that, then everything else falls into place.”

“You’re not making sense.”

“Few things do. Trust me. Just choose. Shall I talk now or will you wait till tomorrow, say, afternoon?”

“And if there’s anything to be explained tomorrow you’ll do that?”

“I promise.”

“Then I’ll wait.”

“Good.”

She smiled, it seemed in relief, and lifted her breast to his lips. He nibbled on her stiff nipple and she moaned softly.

“Come on, now,” she said. “Fuck me, Uday! Fuck my slit! Come on! Shove your cock into my cunt!”

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Ok second story. Going for a multi-chapter one this time. Hope you enjoy! (The crack will become more prominent as the story progresses.)

EDIT: Turns out I fucked up on perspective towards the end. Edited to at least all be in 1st person. My bad!

There’s a crack in my bedroom wall. It’s not obvious, mostly hidden by my headboard, but it’s there. It’s not wide, only a couple inches at the widest, but it does provide a clear look to the other room.

Not that I would ever look in there.

That room, the guest room, is currently occupied by my friend Tanya. She’s a real spitfire. 5’10”, red hair, huge rack. That last part might not be in her Facebook bio. She’s been staying with us for a couple months now, which is nothing new. Tanya stayed over regularly, so much so that my mom calls her the “daughter she never had.”

Which makes what happens later even worse, if that were possible.

I, for my part, had done my level best to not be attracted to Tanya. But God save me, she wasn’t making it easy. You know the worst thing about tomboy’s? When puberty hits them like a truck and they get hot.

I know, I know. It sounds great, like some kind of fantasy or something. Gawky girl leaves for camp, comes back a slamming’ hottie with DD’s and an ass to match. Girl and boy hook up and fuck all day for the rest of the summer. And normally, I’d be all about it. I’d have crossed that line with her the second she walked through the door and never looked back.

But there’s the Mom thing. She treats Tanya like family. Like, she’s been in our family photos for the last 3 years kind of thing. It’d be way too awkward to start fooling around, let alone date.

The worst part? Tanya feels the same way. You think she’s not doing the tomboy thing on purpose now that she’s hot? Think again. She knows I want her, I know she wants me. It’s a mutual lust, with only one roadblock.

Mom.

So anyway, back to the crack in my wall. Now, am I aware that it offers a perfect view of the bed currently occupied by my hot tomboy friend? Yes. Am I aware that Tanya sleeps naked? Yes, mostly because she “let it slip” this morning at breakfast. Mom chided her for being so obscene in front of me. Me, I almost busted a hole in the table. Tanya knew it too, and laughed as my face turned red.

“What’s the matter ‘little bro’? You seem all hot and bothered for some reason.”

This was an old game. Since Mom doted on Tanya like a daughter, Tanya would tease me like a sister in front of Mom to get a laugh. She would also do it when we were alone, and it’d normally end with a wrestling match throughout the house. And when she was all knees and elbows, it was fine.

But now, Tanya was a woman. A LOT of woman. I wasn’t sure how far to take the game, so I went for reaction only.

“Well gee ‘sis’, I guess I just don’t like thinking about my sister naked.” I said, sticking my tongue out hatay escort at her.

Tanya and Mom laughed, but when Mom turned her back and started the dishes, Tanya got that evil look in her eye. It was a variation of an old look. In the old days, it meant “I’m gonna throw you over a couch.”

Now, it seemed to mean “let’s see if we can make Alex cum before we get caught.”

Tanya sidled over to my side of the table, sitting so our legs were touching. Her thigh was warm against mine, an as the scent of her shampoo wafted into my nose, I think I got even harder. With a practiced move, Tanya reached down, right into my shorts, and firmly wrapped her hand around my cock, not 10 feet from my mother.

I might have cracked a tooth trying to keep my mouth shut. Somehow I stifled the groan Tanya always seemed able to wring out of me just by touching my cock. With an arousing amount of confidence, Tanya began stroking me up and down, her eyes locked on my face.

For my part, I tried to do anything but cum. It was a hard task at the best of times with Tanya, but today she was being bolder than usual, and it was driving me crazy. I found my eyes drifting from my mother’s back, down to the jiggling heaven that was Tanya’s tank top, which I believe Tanya had owned for several years, and was NOT stretching properly to hold her new assets.

Then the teasing started.

“So hey ‘bro’, after I get off work tonight, me and the girls are gonna go out for drinks.”

I somehow found the willpower to answer.

“Oh?”

Ok, it wasn’t Shakespeare, but come one, I was getting a very dangerous handjob at the time.

Tanya just smiled wider and increased the speed of her stroking. I’ll tell you what, her tomboy years sure gave her a hell of an arm.

“Yeah, so could you please not hit on them when we come back? We’ll already be tipsy, and I don’t need you drooling all over Shannon again.”

“I was not-“

At this point Mom chose to enter the conversation, still doing the dishes.

“Which one’s Shannon again dear?”

Tanya almost laughed. I almost died. Mom had set her up perfectly. Her stroking slowed, matching the emphasis she put on words. She knew how I felt about Shannon. She was going for the kill.

“You remember Shannon, don’t you Alex? She’s the one with the-“

“Big…”

Stroke.

“Fat…”

Stroke.

“Tits.”

Stroke.

I came, some would call violently. I splattered the inside of my shorts. With lightning speed, Tanya whipped her hand out of my shorts, just in time too. Mom turned quickly, her face flushed scarlet.

“Tanya! That is no way to speak at the table! And in front of poor Alex, he must be mortified! Look at his face!”

My face was flushed too, but for very different reasons than my mother. With a mumbled excuse, I scuttled off to my room to change, Tanya remained ığdır escort trapped at the table, facing the wrath of my mother.

Bolting upstairs, I made my way to the bathroom. After stripping off my soiled shorts and underwear, I took a shower, giving Tanya and mom time to finish arguing. As the water flowed over me, I took some time to think. Sure, me and Tanya could go to her house and fool around, hell we could go anywhere. But if I couldn’t get Mom on board with us, then we couldn’t ever really be together.

I was still lost in thought as I showered, and so I did not hear the bathroom door open, then close. I didn’t hear the sound of someone undressing, and it wasn’t until the shower curtain was pulled back that I snapped out of my thoughts. Looking over, I almost choked on water as my mouth fell open.

Tanya smirked at me as I gawked at her naked body. And boy, was there a lot to gawk at. Her breasts, which I knew from experience were full, firm, very VERY bouncy 38 DD’s, sat high and proud. Her hips, wide and smooth, swayed lightly from side to side. Her legs, with thighs thick and warm (and pretty good at muffling moans). All in all she was a knockout, and right now she was looking at me like a prime cut of meat.

Well, looking at a part of me. A rapidly hardening part. With a twinkle in her eye, Tanya stepped into the shower with me, already dropping to her knees.

“Tanya, what about mo-“

That’s about when the ability to speak left me, and coincidentally it was also the moment Tanya swallowed my hard cock to the fucking base. All 9 inches of me buried in her throat, throbbing in time with my pulse. Tanya’s eyes rolled back in her head a little as she began to suck me. Tanya had a fetish for sucking cock, one I was happy to enable for her. Tangling my hand in her hair, I thrust myself in and out of her warm, wet mouth. Time passed, and the bathroom filled with sounds of gagging and moaning. The occasional “aw fuck Tanya” slipped in there too, usually right after she’d do this thing with her tongue where she wrapped it around my-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Honey, do you have any clothes in there? I’m doing laundry.”

At the sound of my mother’s muffled voice, I damn near jumped out of Tanya’s mouth. Nearly. I don’t think I could have pulled out if I’d wanted too. I glared at her, but she only responded by smiling around my cock and bobbing her head faster, her eyes daring me to answer.

“Uhh yeah, but I can throw them in later.”

“I don’t want you running a load just for one outfit. Water isn’t free young man!” my mother chided, oblivious to her “daughter” shuddering her way through another orgasm. For my part, it was all I could do to not bathe her tonsils. I knew she wanted me too, but I wanted to wait till mom left.

And then she opened the door.

In that moment, when the only thing separating my mother from ısparta escort seeing Tanya on her knees swallowing my cock was a thin shower curtain, something snapped In me. Pushing Tanya’s head down, I began pumping one of the bigger loads I’d had lately into Tanya’s throat, holding myself up with one hand as she happily sucked it down.

On the other side of the curtain, Alex’s mother hummed to herself as she picked up her sons clothes. Putting them in the basket, she paused as she picked up his underwear. Her eyes widened as she beheld the heavily stained boxers.

‘This must be Tanya’s doing’ she thought, ‘Ever since she came back from camp, poor Alex has been going through so much underwear.’ She knew why though. Alex’s mother wasn’t stupid. She knew what boys thought about, and she especially knew what boys thought about girls with big breasts like Tanya’s.

Smiling to herself, Alex’s mom went to leave, when something in the corner of the bathroom caught her eye. ‘Oh Tanya must have left one of her bra’s here.’ she thought, but as she moved to pick it up, she saw it was not just her bra, but her shirt and pants as well.

Alex’s mother narrowed her eyes as her mind whirled. Concocting a plan, she raised her voice.

“Well honey, I’ll throw this in with the others. Just make sure you use a towel when you leave, we don’t want to show Tanya anything do we?”

The door opened, then closed. Seconds passed.

A loud groan exploded out of me as I pulled my deflating cock out of Tanya’s mouth. The busty redhead sat back on her heels as she swallowed the last of my semen.

“God your cum tastes so good Alex.” she moaned, giving my now flaccid cock light kisses, hoping to make it hard again.

“Tanya please I’m not Superman. I’m gonna need a minute.”

Tanya’s eyes got that look in them again as she rose to her feet, dragging her large breasts up my entire body.

“Oh, I think we can get you up and running again real quick.” she breathed in my ear as she ground herself against me. I groaned again as my cock weakly throbbed. Tanya somehow always knew how to make me hard way faster than I could on my own.

As we rubbed against each other, I grabbed both of Tanya’s full ass-cheeks in his hands. My cock was slowly hardening again, and I was ready for the main event. Tanya could feel me growing, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She smiled and went for my trigger.

“Why bro, what are you doing? Grabbing your sister like that? That’s incest!”

“Big talk from my sis who just swallowed my load while mom got my laundry.”

“The only thing big here is you bro. God it’s so hot in my hand…”

“Uuugh sis if you keep pulling like that, I might-“

“Uh-uh big bro. I’ve got plans for this big dick. I’m gonna ride you at the dinner table, right behind mom’s back. You’re gonna fill me up while she does the dishes, then we’re gonna go to my room, and you’re finally gonna stick it in my-“

Whatever Tanya was going to say was cut off by the shower curtain flying back, and there, eyes wide with shock, was mom. And there we were, my erect cock throbbing in Tanya’s hand as I cupped her ass, naked, dripping wet.

Caught.

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Eventually, Mark decided not to use Alice’s business card after all.

It wasn’t as though talking to his boss Tony about some vacation had run smoothly. As Mark had almost expected, Tony had been going on about how they, as a small business, were having a hard time “in this economy” and that they couldn’t afford “giving anything less than a hundred ten percent”, and that “everybody’s gotta do their part”, and all that. “Besides,” he said, “summer’s almost over, and I’m meeting our six largest clients this week. You know they’re going to give us a ton to do, and I really have no idea how we would meet their timelines without you, Mark.”

“Okay,” Mark said, “fair enough. If you say you can’t do it without me, of course I’m with you. But if I’m that irreplaceable, I think a raise is in order.”

“A raise?!”

“My last one’s been over two years ago already,” Mark pointed out. “I’m thinking somewhere around six percent should be feasible.”

Tony laughed. “Six percent! In this economy! You must be joking!”

“I’m not. Or do you think I’m not worth it?” Mark raised an eyebrow. “I thought you couldn’t make deadlines without me.”

“Sure you’re worth it, but-” Tony scratched his neck. “Let me make you a counteroffer, Mark. How does a nice, fat December bonus sound? An additional, say, eight hundred to spend on Christmas, eh?”

Mark chuckled. “Make that a full grand, AND you’re giving me a week of vacation right after Thanksgiving. I’d be okay with that.”

Tony seemed to me making some calculations in his head, and eventually he sighed. “Deal,” he said. “Let’s put this down on paper and sign it off right now… You know that when you return in December, you’re going to have one hell of a working week after that, right? Your inbox will pile up to epic proportions, especially since Eddie won’t get anything done without you breathing down his neck.”

“Ugh, yeah.” Eddie was the latest addition to the firm Mark worked at, and while his graphic designs were brilliant, he had the tendency to get distracted if no one constantly reminded him to keep his mind on the job. “That’ll be fun.”

“Still sure you want that vacation?” Tony grinned.

Mark grinned right back. “Nice try, boss,”

***

Since he wasn’t getting any vacation right away, following Naira’s suggestion would have been impossible – and for the most part, Mark was quite relieved about that. Impregnating (and, ideally, satisfying) six women a day for the next two weeks had sounded like an awful lot of work and definitely not his idea of a “vacation”. Though… to some extent, he had been a little curious whether he was really physically capable of performing like that. He usually wasn’t someone to run from a challenge. Maybe at a later time, when he was able to prepare a little better…

In any case, as things were now, Mark’s upcoming weeks would be pretty packed with both his job and his duties. He had given his e-mail to everybody in the mansion so that he could easily make appointments and put them into his schedule. Organizing everything had taken up most of his Sunday, and after that, it looked as though he would have a date with at least one of the women almost every day for the upcoming eleven weeks. Around a third of those “appointments” were dates with two of them at once, and in a few cases, he would have two dates in a single evening, though an hour or so apart from one another. At least Mark’s weekends were still free – he knew he would need some time for himself after an entire week of this.

So right on Monday evening, Mark had his first scheduled date. It was with Stacy, the very blonde and almost girlish nurse in her early twenties Alice had introduced him to. Apparently, she, Alice and Pat often went hiking in the weekends when the weather allowed it, and that had certainly given Stacy nicely toned lied. She had come across as a very energetic, somewhat talkative person who had downed three glasses of bubbly in Mark’s presence alone, and she liked to laugh a lot, the loudest about her own jokes.

She had rented a hotel room on the outskirts of town for their date, something on the cheaper side though of still very acceptable quality. Mark had thought it was maybe a little cliché and certainly impersonal, but then Stacy had quite the surprise for him: The room had been decorated appropriately for a romantic evening, with a small table for two featuring a single red candle on the far end and a very tasty salmon dinner prepared for them. There was a bottle of champagne – Moet, he nodded with appreciation – and at least thirty red heart-shaped balloons were floating on the ceiling. And to top it all off, Stacy had covered the hotel bed entirely in rose petals.

Needless to say that the evening far exceeded Mark’s expectations, and when it finally came to doing what he had come for, it felt truly intimate for him – a long shot from some anonymous sex-duty that this could have been. He made Stacy scream in delight five times and came in her twice, and when he went under the shower at the end eskişehir escort of the evening, he noticed that not only she had left some nail marks on his lower back but also several hickeys on his chest, and he hadn’t even noticed how they had got there.

When Mark went to work the next day, he felt relaxed and energized, and he pretty much breezed through his job. During lunchtime, Tony walked over to him. “Someone’s in a good mood today, eh?” he said.

“Sure,” Mark smiled. “Things are running smoothly.”

“If I had known that all it takes for that was offering you a bonus from time to time,” Tony chuckled and nudged him in the side, “I’d had done that much earlier. Good that you’re pulling your weight. Keep it up!”

Of course, Mark’s good mood had very little to do with his bonus, but if Tony wanted to think that, he certainly wouldn’t stop him. If anything, it would make the next discussions about his salary easier, and that additional six percent he had asked for could have even been possible in a few months or so.

The evening saw Mark’s first double-date – Monique and Kayleigh, the latter of which he only had a foggy recollection of since he hadn’t spoken to her much on the weekend. The appointment was at Monique’s place, a small house in the suburbs, not exactly classy but nice and cozy. To Mark’s surprise, she and Kayleigh too had prepared the place for the occasion – flowers in the living room, some Marvin Gaye from the stereo, and they had even cooked for him: pork loin and fried tomatoes, with an avocado salad on the side.

When it eventually came to lovemaking, instead of going somewhere else in the house, the three just stayed in the living room, making use of the couch and huge leather armchairs for comfort. Both Monique and Kayleigh were very demanding, constantly asking for Mark’s attention, and they were even arguing over who he should be giving his seed first, though that seemed to be more like playful banter between them. They eventually decided the matter by sixty-nineing one another, with the one who came first having to let the other go first. Kayleigh won.

In the end, though, Mark couldn’t have said who of the two he like better, or even who he had preferred as a sex partner. Kayleigh, with her flaming red locks and the freckles all over her very feminine, soft body seemed to have been constantly cumming underneath him, entirely enraptured with having his cock inside her, whereas Monique, black-haired, slightly older and smaller and with a much more toned body – stunning for a woman in her early thirties – had been more active, insisting on riding Mark’s cock to an orgasm and preferring to go at her own pace. He had “only” felt her climax twice on him, a far cry from Kayleigh’s orgasmathon, but she really seemed to be trying to make this as enjoyable for Mark as possible, and when he eventually came in her, she gave him the mother of French kisses – maybe appropriate for a woman named Monique.

It soon turned out that everybody Mark dated had made preparations to make the event as memorable and comfortable for him as possible. None of his “appointments” felt like the anonymous sex-session he had expected, none of the women he met were anything less than inviting and charming to him. And while, of course, they did expect him to give them what they needed, they weren’t trying to come across as needy – quite the contrary.

Even the one date Mark had dreaded – that with Tiffany – had turned out to be very satisfying. Tiffany had invited him to her private pool, had wanted a lot of gentle hugging and kissing in the water and eventually had lain down for him, telling him to do with her whatever he wanted. He had caressed all of her perfectly toned, strong body, given her head until she had cum for him (twice, actually, after she had pleaded for him not to stop after the first one) and only then had taken her after she was perfectly relaxed, hot and slightly exhausted. When he first came in her, Tiffany put her strong arms around him and hugged him softly, so Mark hadn’t pulled out, just waited until he was ready to go again and then just continued fucking her. She had her third orgasm then, and shortly afterwards, Mark shot his second load into her tight, pulsating pussy.

And so the weeks went on, with Mark spending the days working and the nights fucking. The arrangement worked much better than he had expected, and instead of his performance at his job suffering – another fear he had had – it was actually improving. There was something about satisfying at least one woman daily that increased his confidence, and even his coworkers seemed to notice that new energy in him. Even Eddie, usually someone whose work he had to monitor a lot, started to become more productive when Mark was in the same office, and he seemed to actively try to get on his good side.

Unfortunately, Mark’s plan to have free weekends didn’t work out for very long. It was during his third week into the agreements when he received e-mails from women he hadn’t met at gaziantep escort the mansion before. Word about him and what he was doing had apparently spread, and two who wrote to him even made reference to hearing about him from Mona. He had written back that his next free timeslots were in around eight weeks, but that had only resulted in them sending him nudes and kindly asking him to look at his schedule again. Mark quickly decided that he probably could manage with one additional date during the weekend, or maybe even a double-date, and that’s what he went along with.

Nine weeks went by like this, and Mark was more popular both at his job and at his nightlife than ever. New women approached him regularly now, some of them willing to be put at the back of his schedule, some not, and even Holly wrote to him, telling him that their daughter was healthy and beautiful, and that she wanted to meet him again soon. She was the first but hardly the last one who actively asked to stay in touch, not for more baby-making but certainly for all sorts of fun activities. Mona, strangely, hadn’t been among the ones writing him, but Mark’s mind was too occupied to take much notice of that.

It was apparent that in the long run, if numbers stayed like this, it would probably boil down to two or three dates a week for him, which Mark was very comfortable with. He was feeling better than ever, healthier, maybe stronger too, and while he wasn’t really feeling the urge to exercise, he picked up jogging on Saturday mornings just to work out the parts of his body that weren’t doing much during his nights.

It was during one of these Saturday mornings when, during a part of Mark’s routine that led through a small park, a young woman came running from a side path and joined up with him, keeping his pace. She seemed to be quite young, in her early twenties at the most, and was wearing a tracksuit in dark pink and white, with a matching cap struggling to contain her flowing long black locks.

“Are you Mark?” she eventually asked after having run by his side for a few minutes.

“Oh.” Mark had to smile. “I am Mark, indeed. And you are?”

“Muh- Madeline,” the woman stuttered, blushing slightly. “Sorry, this is a bad idea. I- I probably shouldn’t have-“

Mark stopped and signaled her to stop to. “It’s fine,” he said. “I know who you are.”

Madeline’s eyes seemed to scan his face. “You do?”

“You probably got my name from Mona,” Mark guessed, “but the idea to just e-mail someone you’ve never met asking to meet up seemed weird to you. Is it something like this?”

“Well…” Several conflicting emotions ran across Madeline’s face, and Mark found it hard to determine what exactly she was thinking. She mostly seemed to be gathering her courage. “You’re right,” she eventually said, “writing you an e-mail didn’t seem like a good idea. And yeah, I did want to m- meet you in person.” There it was again, that slight stutter.

Putting on his most trustworthy smile, Mark put a hand on Madeline’s shoulder. Even that seemed to make her a little uncomfortable as her eyes quickly darted over to where he was touching her. “Don’t worry,” he said, remembering what he knew about the women. “You needn’t feel rushed into anything. I’ll be here for quite some time, and no matter what the others say, if you want to wait about having a daughter, or if there’s someone else but me you want more-“

“I do want you,” Madeline suddenly blurted out, probably much louder than intended, and she winced immediately after realizing what she had just done. “I do want you,” she repeated a moment later, much more quiet than before, “but… Please don’t be mad – I can’t wait. I need you today.”

“Today?”

Madeline nodded. “It has to be today. I- I don’t know if I ever get a second chance for it otherwise.”

By now, Mark was already used to the women being cryptic about their peculiarities, but this was a new level of cryptic, and one that seemed to be different, though he couldn’t really put a finger on it. “That’s a bit on a short notice,” he eventually said. “I mean, I have no appointments for today, but-“

“Then come with me.” Madeline’s insecurity suddenly seemed to be gone, though there was still something weird in her eyes – anxiousness, maybe?

Mark took a closer look. The young woman before him had a very pronounced, natural beauty to her, delicate facial features with a very cute, slightly stubby nose and quite large eyes of a warm medium brown tone. She was around five foot nine, of normal build (from what he could see underneath that tracksuit), and the only thing about her he found strange was the way she constantly shifted her weight from one foot to the other, as though standing still was somehow impossible for her.

In any case, Mark found her very attractive; she had something about her that made him feel an immediate connection, and even if he hadn’t had the time right now, he would have still agreed to meet her at the earliest possible convenience.

“Alright,” giresun escort he agreed. “Lead the way.”

With a nod, Madeline turned around and resumed her running, with Mark following her. He didn’t know this route too well, having only started exercising shortly before, and after a while, he realized he had no idea where she was heading. The way she took led deeper into the park, then onto a path between the trees that was clearly not meant for the visitors, and eventually towards a waist-high wooden fence.

Madeline stopped at the fence, took two breaths and then started to climb over it.

“Um, where are we going?” Mark looked around – this didn’t seem to lead anywhere, just into more wooded area. “I’m not sure we’re supposed to be here.”

“It’s fine,” Madeline said with surprising confidence, jumping down on the other side of the fence. “Just come with me. It’s not far from here.”

Mark started to have a bad feeling in his guts, but he was still willing to see where this was going. After all, all his encounters with the women had been nothing but pleasant. Madeline probably had some sort of surprise planned for him, much like everybody had tried to make the occasion special. Maybe this was even the reason why she insisted that it had to be today.

Jumping the fence easily, Mark continued to follow Madeline. She was no longer running by now, just walking through the trees and the undergrowth that no one seemed to care about here. It was quieter than the rest of the place, too, almost like a piece of the original wooded area that had been here before people had made a park out of it.

And then, the trees suddenly opened, and on the clearing was a large shed, painted green, with a muddy pickup truck parked just to its side. A dirt path of car tracks led away from it.

“Come,” Madeline said, walked over to the shed, opened the window on her side and started climbing through it.

“Whoa, stop!” Mark raised his hands. “That must be the place where the tools for taking care of the park are kept. We can’t just break in there. What if someone sees us?”

Madeline looked to him. “No one will come here until well in the afternoon,” she said. “I’ve already been here a few times. It’ll be fine, come on!”

To Mark, this was starting to look more and more sketchy. “I don’t know-”

“Don’t you want to try something a little thrilling for a change?” Madeline asked, slightly cocking her head to the side.

“So this is your idea of- Ah, fuck.” Mark sighed. What had he been thinking? So many women, all very comfortable with their own sexuality – of course there would be a few who preferred kinky things, like making love in public places or, as in this case, seeking out a remote and slightly creepy location to get dirty.

Defeated, he followed Madeline through the window. The inside of the shed was almost exactly as he had expected it to be, just a good bit less covered in dirt as he would have feared. Two large motorized lawnmowers were standing near the entrance and there were all sorts of gardening tools – rakes, shears, hoes, shovels – in holders on the walls. Four large shelves with more tools and some large containers were the only visible furniture. The air smelled slightly chemical, probably some fertilizer in one of the containers.

What he didn’t see was any place where the two of them could have comfortably laid themselves down.

“So,” he turned towards Madeline, “what do you have in-“

“Hush,” she said and covered his lips with hers.

A very passionate kiss followed, one in which she aggressively pressed herself against Mark, pushing her leg softly into his crotch and digging her nails into both of his buttcheeks. Mark could feel her longing for him, her desire to have him come what may, and in combination with the peculiar location she had chosen, the entire situation had something strange to it, something forbidden. To her, probably something arousing.

Trying to get into the same mood, Mark ran his finger through her hair, pulling the cap from her head and releasing even more of those stunning black curls. They now fell down almost to the middle of her back, a big part of what made her so attractive to him. He knew people who would have killed for having long natural locks like that.

After a short while, Madeline released him from her kiss, came back for a swift second peck on his lips but then immediately crouched down. Still looking up to him, she gave him an almost hungry smile, then reached for the running shorts he was wearing. She pulled open the strings with swift fingers and pulled down both the shorts and the briefs he was wearing at once, freeing his still mostly flaccid cock. Taking it into her hand, she longingly looked at it for a second or two, then suddenly took it into her mouth so quickly that it looked as though she had tried to bite it off.

Fortunately, as Mark could confirm, all she was doing was sucking down on it, and sucking down hard. It was definitely more than he was usually comfortable with; he normally preferred to get his cock half-hard by other kinds of foreplay before receiving any sort of stronger stimulation directly from it, and this very direct attention wasn’t something he liked much. Still, what Madeline did – it worked, he found, and after a minute, it was starting to feel much better.

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Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ve heard all the stories about sexy international students in college. In fact I am good friends with several ones at my school. We eat and watch movies together, exchange chocolate candy our parents sent us from home, and then they go and get drunk on a Friday night, and get fucked into oblivion by some blond football player or perhaps two of them. I know because I hear the stories in the locker rooms on Monday morning. And what irritates me most is that all of the sex stories are about hot international girls.

Ok, Ok, I admit that there are numerous international guys who get some. Jamaica scores big and so do Brazil, France and Spain. If you are a bespectacled dork from one of those countries, you are guaranteed a lay because sleeping with you imparts bragging rights. But what sane chick will ever want to boast she slept with a hot Romanian guy? No one!

Or at least I thought so right until Deirdre shattered my beliefs and made me realize what a land of opportunity the US truly was. You see: I have been here for three years getting my college education and working hard, keeping a 20-hour workweek and good GPA so I could maintain my scholarship. I didn’t have much time for girls or parties. Still, I was neither ugly, nor cloistered or shy, so I did what I could to utilize the little free time I had. On the evenings I would go to the gym and work out or run on the indoor track until I was tired and sweaty, and ready for a cold shower and another night of poring over my physics textbook. One day, I thought to myself, I would become one of the engineers this country desperately needs. Then I will have the time and money to get myself a hot wife from Idaho or someplace like that and treat her right.

But it happened that one of the awesome coed babes had her sights on me even as college was molding the right Ivy League stuff into the brawny and dreamy Romanian guy that I was. Deirdre was a student gym instructor with long blond hair and a 320-carat smile that must have cost her lawyer dad a fortune. I have seen too many girls in sweatpants since I came to US higher education, but she was the one you could put rags on and she would still look gorgeous. The sight of her curves in the weight room made all the lift machines screech from vein-splitting strain. She didn’t talk to anyone who wasn’t her charge much, but all eyes were on her at all times, and even the football players avoided hitting on her for fear of being shot down.

So I did my workouts quietly and never shed Deirdre more than a glance through a mirror or a casual nod when she walked past. One time I sat on the bench press and realized that the seat was a little mersin escort moist from where her legs and tight lavender shorts had rested a moment ago. That gave me what we in Romania call the Big Leek. With 150 lb over my head, I imagined the moist thighs on my stomach with my 6.9-inch wide uncircumcised cock inside of her. I visualized fucking her right there, on the bench, till her cunt nectar seeped down to the floor. I imagined her tasting like Gatorade. Hmm. But as I was not that type of guy I just shook the thoughts away, and focused on benching instead. I had three more sets to do and some pull-ups before the gym closed at 11pm.

Deirdre was the person to escort the last students out, turn off the lights and lock up. The usual night crowd consisting of a couple of middle aged professors, half of the lacrosse team, several newly molted butch lesbians, plus some rednecks from town who had paid to use the gym, had already departed by that time. Deirdre walked past my bench press jingling her keys, letting me know that this was the signal for me to clear our. I sat up, wiped the seat with a towel and was looking for my jacket flung in a corner when the lights went out. Now that was rude. In the murky halogen glow from the hallway, I saw the perfect outline of Deirdre pass by the doorway and slip out. She was obviously in a hurry, I decided.

I made three steps in the direction of the jacket and then total darkness descended. Deirdre had switched off the corridor lights. What was she thinking? I spun around disoriented, straining to figure out where the door was and trying to avoid the heavy weights and dumbbells that hung around in the darkness. I started in the direction I thought the exit was situated and cursed under my breath because I didn’t want to get locked in for the night especially as I had not bothered to take my textbooks with me. I had made perhaps a dozen steps when I bumped into a person standing still. I heard the soft breath almost at the level of my lips. My eyes were adjusting to the dark now and I could see who it was. It was Deirdre.

“I like your accent,” she said.

“What?” I shouted, half annoyed and half incredulous at what was happening.

“I just like how you speak and move,” her voice came out of the darkness.

“But what are you talking about? I’ve never even spoken to you!” I managed to say, more softly this time, since it was dawning on me that Deirdre might actually have on her mind the same thing I did.

“Oh, you know. You are the quiet Romanian guy who always comes to work out and pretends he is not looking at me.”

“What??”

“But of course I muğla escort like to be looked at,” she continued. “Why do you think I got this job?”

“If this is some sort of lame frat joke, or if you want me to say or do something harassing so you can drag me to the Conduct Board, you are wasting your time.”

“Well, it is not a frat joke, and you will not be harassing me,” she whispered in my ear. I felt the heat from her slim waist when she suddenly pressed herself against me.

“Deirdre, what are you…”

:Shut up, Kristjan! Surprised I know your name? Surprised I don’t care you are a foreigner, and I am not out there fucking some American jock? Well, I have been watching you for two years now, just as you’ve been watching me, and I understand you better than you think I do. I am a Politics major concentrating on Eastern Europe. I would not pretend I know something about your country or your people because I don’t. I will not even be a pretentious bitch and ask you questions about it. I just have this huge crush on you, and I love your accent, so I decided it’s time to do something about it.

“Um… wow.” I said.

“You can do better than “wow”,” Deirdre smiled. “How about you put your big Romanian arms around me and take off my top. And…” her lips found mine… “Please, please, keep talking to me in that sexy accent!”

“Okay!” I said and did what she wanted. I undid her top and cupped her braless boobs in my hands and called them what we call boobs in Romanian. Deirdre moaned softly and backed up against the wall, while she slid one of my hands down to her shorts.

“Touch me! Touch me like I touched myself thinking of your gruff sexy voice!”

“You did??” It was incredible. Deirdre was wet between the legs and let me spread them wide open. I hooked my fingers and rubbed her clit vigorously through the fabric of her shorts. She moaned louder and pulled herself up on a parallel bar wrapping her athletic thighs around me. We kissed like mad for about two minutes, and I whispered dirty Romanian in her ears when I could get a breath.

“Is this how you treat women in your country?” she screamed and tore herself from my embrace suddenly. “I want your hard Balkan manhood inside of me! Come on? I am sure you all dream of fucking hot blond cheerleaders in Romania. You have me now! So whip out your ex-commie cock and fuck me!”

Something slapped my face in the darkness. It was Deirdre’s wet shorts and panties. I strained my eyes and saw Deirdre sprawled on the bench press on her elbows and knees. Her smooth skin was beautifully pale in the dark, except for the gleaming pink stripe of nevşehir escort her shaved pussy. I didn’t need an invitation for this show. I tore out of my sweatshirt and pants, and jumped on top of her with a Transylvanian battle cry.

Deirdre clenched the bench press tightly when I put my arms around her and started pounding her hard from behind. She moaned like a fucking porn star and twisted and humped her juicy bottom against me just like I had imagined in my dream. I could not believe how wet her cunt was, when she must have been parched from the workout.

“Oh, fuck me Khristjan! FUCK ME! Fuck my American cunt!”

I did and I was surprised at how long I could go without trying to stop myself from coming. Something about the weight room and the rhythm did that to me. I felt I was falling back into my bench press routine, slinging 120 pounds of squirming Deirdre on top of my hard cock, as if she was coaching me some new routine that was good for my abs. I pulled on her long blond hair while I fucked her screamed bilingual debauchery on top of my lungs.

“Do you like my accent now bitch? Do you like it in your pussy raw and hard?”

“Yes, yes! YES!!! Fuck me, Kristjan, you dirty Romanian animal! Fuck me hard!!”

I slapped Deirdre’s ass with one hand and impaled my cock deeper and deeper into her pink slit. I hoped she was on some kind of birth control because I was going to cum soon. It felt so awesome! As if reading my thoughts Deirdre pulled herself up on the bar handles and turned around so she was facing my pulsating cock, which was absolutely swollen and soaked in her sap. She bent down and gently caressed the foreskin with her hand, closing her lips around it. She bent her head still lower till her lips were almost at the shaft and her awesome blond hair was spilling over my legs and stomach. It was the best sensation of my life. I watched her blond head bob up and down, taking it in deeper and I pictured her dad, the lawyer, watching a hairy-chested Romanian erupt a liter of cum in his daughter’s face. Had something like this happened to others before? Was I part of some grand international guy stalking agenda on the part of Deirdre? I didn’t know and I didn’t care. I let one last guttural groan and shot my load inside her mouth and watched in amazement as Deirdre didn’t budge an inch, but gulped it all down her throat as if it was some kind breakfast protein shake. She wiped her lips on her hand, smacked them hard and started giggling. I asked her what was the matter:

“For some reason I thought your semen would taste some like yogurt or feta cheese.”

“Oh yeah? And I thought you stick a flute in your pussy for fun.”

“Nope. But my roommate and I share this 2AAAVelvet Pleasure vibrator. It’s her turn to use it tonight but if you want we can go home and give her a hand. I know you people all would like to fuck two hot roommates at once. Or do I grossly misinterpret your culture?”

END

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Diversions: A Pair of Adventures

(1)Showing off Makes a New Friend

I was at a Panera Breads not that long ago, using my laptop to type my latest story, because my home computer had contracted a virus, and my ‘techie’ husband hadn’t seen fit to repair it yet. It was crowded, and a lot of the tables were occupied by people with laptops, using Panera’s free wi-fi to get online. I had stopped there on my way home from work, so I was still wearing my work clothes: a short black skirt, a white cotton long-sleeve blouse, and black high heels with ankle straps. More than a few guys had looked approvingly at me, and I was horny, as usual. The time I spent on Literotica didn’t help; posting and flirting always got me in a more sexy mood.

Two guys came in and sat at the table directly opposite mine, and began to hook up to play some sort of linked online game, by the looks of it. They were both good-looking, one in particular. He was tall, with short, curly dark hair, and blue eyes. He had a nice lean build; the kind I like. The other one was shorter, with blonde hair and glasses; kind of stocky, and more muscular. The taller guy caught my eye and smiled. I returned his with my own, and glanced at them over my monitor screen from time to time, as I typed. They both seemed interested in me and I was feeling naughty, so I let my knees part a couple of inches, just to watch their reactions.

I saw the better-looking one kick the other guy’s foot and nod my way, so I relaxed my legs a bit more, giving them both a better look at the light blue lacy panties I wore. Their expressions were priceless; they couldn’t seem to look away. I glanced at them over the top of my screen occasionally and smiled to myself. I was getting very excited, myself, and I knew my panties must show a damp patch by now.

We played this little game for quite a while; me letting my knees part a little, and them alerting one another each time they noticed me, until I began to get bored. Neither one had made a move to speak to me and I had to get home, so, reluctantly, I gathered up my stuff and prepared to leave. First, though, I had to stop and flirt with them just a little more. I guess I just can’t take rejection!

“So, what are you playing, guys?” I asked, casually. They named some game that I wasn’t familiar with. I screwed up my eyebrows and nodded. “I don’t really do games,” I said. At least my games, I was thinking, are a lot more intimate! They seemed to be thinking the same thing, or maybe they just thought I was odd, but they both laughed.

“Well, if you ever want to play…,” the dark-haired one said, and left the thought hanging. I jumped on it. Being this close to him, and smelling his cologne, I definitely wanted to play!

“And, how would I find you,” I asked, and added pointedly, “if, say, I wanted to play with you?” I winked at him then, and his friend began fishing for a pen.

“Here,” he said, looking up at me. He began to write on a napkin. “My name’s Don. This is my number. Brian’s is…” He was writing rapidly, as if he thought I might change my mind.

“Hi, Brian,” I said, looking at the brunette guy. “I’m Tori.” I hoped I sounded sexy. Don handed me the hastily scrawled note, and I put it in my blouse pocket without looking at it, or him. My eyes were on Brian, and I checked him out, top to bottom, without any attempt to be discreet.

“I’ve got an hour to kill,” I said. “Maybe we could still play a game or two.” His eyes immediately turned down, and I knew I’d struck out. He looked at his watch pointedly.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “My girlfriend gets off work in fifteen minutes. I have to pick her up.” He looked up at me apologetically, and smiled a sad smile. It was cute and sexy, and I could read the dejection in those eyes, so I gave him some hope.

“Can I still keep your number?” I asked, and he smiled a little wider and said, “Sure.” I patted the pocket over my left breast as I turned to leave and said, “Well, at least you got this close.” I looked at Don, then. “Both of you,” I said, not wanting to leave him feeling ignored, and I smiled sweetly at him.

Still, as I was walking out, knowing they were watching me, I couldn’t stop saying, “Dammit!” to myself. Now I was really horny! That was on a Thursday…

* * *

On Saturday, my husband announced he was going to the USC/UCLA game with a few of his buddies. Brian’s number in my purse had been like a hot coal the last couple of days. I’d taken it out and looked at it numerous times. On what was not really an impulse, I dialed it as soon as Gary left the house. Brian’s girlfriend answered.

Her voice was cold when she heard another female ask for her boyfriend. “Yes, he’s here,” she said. “What is this concerning?” It was plain to see she wasn’t going to put him on with me.

“Oh, he left something at Panera Breads the other day,” I said, trying to sound official. “It may be important. If he wants it, he’d better get down here before my manager throws it away.”

I heard the muffled sound of rize escort the phone being covered by her hand, but her words were unmistakable. “Some girl says you left something at Panera’s the other day,” I could make out. Then, “What were you doing there?”

I was thinking, Bitch! Let him do what he wants, when he’s away from you! Then she came back on the line. “Okay,” she said, and breathed heavily into the phone; a sound that made it known that she didn’t appreciate the interruption. “Thank you.” Then she slammed the phone down. I smiled. Bitch.

I got to Panera as fast as I could. It was fairly early, but already crowded with the morning coffee and Danish people. I found my little table from the other day unused, though. Good. I wanted him to be able to find me easily. Sure enough, within 10 minutes he was walking toward me.

God, I was thinking. He looks good! With a pair of tight, torn jeans and a flannel shirt with the sleeves ripped off, he looked like he stepped right off a Chippendales calendar. His blue eyes were on me steadily, and I felt the familiar stirring in my core. I knew I was gonna get fucked soon!

I wore a short denim skirt and a white sleeveless stretch top. No bra. White thong panties, which I hoped not to be wearing for long. They were already feeling damp! I smiled up at him as he approached me.

“Hi,” I said brightly, rising. “I was wondering if you got…”

He bent over me as soon as he was close enough, and his mouth went straight to mine. His arms went around my waist, and we kissed. He pulled me into him, and I let him. I was halfway standing, with the table between us, and if he’d wanted to lay me down over that table and have his way with me right there, I’d have let him!

Oh my god. He was a good kisser! His lips crushed mine, but not hard enough to hurt; just hard enough to let me know that my mouth belonged to his. I opened my lips just a little, and his tongue probed between them. It tasted heavenly.

Finally, it ended; too soon. “Hello again,” he said, chuckling. His voice was deep and masculine, and I was definitely wet.

We chatted for a few minutes, during which I gave him my name. “Well, Tori,” he said softly, “want to go for a ride in my car?” I smiled and gripped his arm, and asked him how long we’d be gone. When he asked me how long I had, I just whispered into his ear.

“How many condoms do you have?”

* * *

We didn’t go far. I asked him to drive just to the back of the parking lot, and we parked, facing the woods. He drives a big black Ford Explorer, with reclining front seats. He reached across me and lowered my seat to a nice angle, then started to kiss me. What a kisser he was! Before long, we were both breathless with need, and I was yanking at his shirt, unzipping his jeans and tugging them down his hips. He reclined his own seat, then, and I told him to wait, and to just watch me. I wanted to strip for him. He held his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly as I began to undress. “All of it,” he said, as I pulled my top off over my head. “Everything. I want you totally naked.”

Oh my god, what a turn-on! He just sat there, playing with that big cock, watching me. I laid my top on the console and looked at him. “The skirt?” I teased. He nodded, and I slipped the zipper and shimmied it down my legs. Now I wore only tennis shoes and my white thong. I leaned back and put one foot up on the dash, watching his hand slide slowly up and down on his cock. It looked so good! After posing sexily for him for a moment and teasing myself through the panties, I wanted to go down on him. He could take my panties off, I decided.

Turning and leaning over him, I kissed him deeply. His hands went to my breasts, and I shivered at his touch. My nipples were on high alert. He stimulated them as we kissed, and I rubbed myself against that rigid cock. Then I slipped down his body and took it into my mouth.

It was a nice size, thick and fairly long. I liked the way it stretched my lips as I cupped the head in my mouth, teasing the helmet with my tongue. I felt his hands go to my head, and his fingers threaded into my hair. I love that feeling; the feeling that he has the power to slam my face down onto him at any moment!

He was gentle, though, and I set my own pace, slowly bobbing up and down on his twitching member. His hips began to move, thrusting gently up into my mouth, and his hand slipped into the front of my panties. I gasped when his finger curled up into me, and squirmed when he began to finger-fuck me.

“Oh, god!” His finger moved deeper. I could hear its squishing sounds as it worked my sopping pussy, faster and harder. He was getting more and more excited as I sucked him. Finally, though, he got so aggressive that it became uncomfortable for me. I pulled off his cock, put my hand on his chest, and told him to sit back and watch.

“This is how to play with a girl’s pussy,” I said, leaning against the passenger door and pulling my knees up. I slid my panties sakarya escort slowly off, watching his face and the movement of his hand. Then I spread my knees apart and began to tease my cunt lips, sliding one finger up and down my furrow, and clenching my thighs together around my hand. After a few minutes of this, I began to breathe harder.

“Oooooh,” I panted, laying back on the seat and spreading my thighs. “Ooooooh, yeah.” Having him watch me was a tremendous turn-on, and I was getting closer and closer. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the pleasure my own fingers were bringing me. Using two fingers of my left hand to spread myself wide, bringing my clit to the fore, I stroked across it with my right. When I opened my eyes again, I saw he was stroking himself harder, and it caused an instant spike in my own pleasure. My climax was imminent, and I stabbed two fingers into my sopping pussy, rubbing my palm over my throbbing clit.

“Oh, god!” I moaned. “I’m…I’m gonna cummmmmmm….” I was there. I felt myself release, sudddenly, and my hand was flooded with warm fluid.

I cut my eyes toward Brian. He was taking long firm strokes on his cock, watching me climax for him. I worried he’d ejaculate, and I wouldn’t have a chance to enjoy it, but at the moment I was powerless to stop my own orgasm. It rolled through me like a thunderstorm, until finally I collapsed back into the seat, out of breath.

“Oh my god, Tori…” His voice was hoarse. I could hear his excitement in it. “That was fuckin’ awesome!” he gushed, leaning toward me to kiss me again. I took his lips and tongue, welcoming them into my hungry mouth, and waited for my heart rate to slow down as we made out.

It didn’t slow, much. I only got more excited. “Give me a condom,” I ordered, and he pulled one from the pocket in his door. I rolled it quickly over his throbbing length. “In the back seat,” I panted, and rolled over to climb over my seat into the back. I only got halfway over, though, before his hands gripped my waist. He held me, my belly on the headrest, as he climbed up and over me.

“No you don’t,” he growled. “I want you right here.”

I hung halfway over the seat, my legs quivering in anticipation, as he yanked his jeans down over his thighs while holding me with one hand on the small of my back. “Oh, god, sweetie,” I moaned. “Please hurry.” He did, and I felt him at my pussy, parting my labia with the head of his cock. Suddenly he thrust forward, and I was pinned to the seatback by his body, his big dick deep inside me. I gasped, and begged him to fuck me quickly. He laughed. He didn’t have any intention of doing that.

He began a series of long, slow thrusts, pulling almost out of me and then sinking almost to my cervix as he pushed forward. I went crazy, loving the feeling of his cockhead splitting me apart as he drove into me. I could feel another climax coming, soon, and I begged him to fuck me.

“Ooooooh, yes!” I urged. “Just like that! Oh, god…HARDER!!!” He continued to slide lazily in and out of my pussy, and I chased my orgasm relentlessly. His rhythm was driving me mad as I clenched my muscles around his cock, trying to get him to speed up. “Fuck me!” I yelled, over and over, but he continued to thrust slowly; deeply. His hands moved from my waist up under my arms, and when he reached my breasts, they closed around them, his fingers surrounding my nipples. That did it.

“Oh, god!” I gasped, as I felt another climax upon me. “Ohhhhh, yeahhhhhhhhh!” My body bucked beneath his, and still he fucked me at that same pace, even as I flooded his cock with my cum. I was thrashing wildly, my cunt contracting around him and my hips rocking against the seat, moaning “Ogod, ogod” over and over, until I exhausted myself and collapsed onto the seatback again. Still he fucked me.

Another ten minutes and another screaming orgasm later, he began to move more aggressively. I knew from his motions that he was getting close, and I clamped down on him with my exhausted pussy. He sped up, beginning to moan.

“Oh, fuck!” His voice was low and intense, and I could feel him grow inside me. Suddenly he thrust forward, harder, and I felt him fill the condom with his first burst of semen. Several more thrusts followed, each accompanied by a low groan from him. My pussy clenched convulsively, milking his seed from him.

At last he collapsed onto my back. His cock filled me completely, and I arched my back, taking it slightly deeper, before he could start to wilt. It felt so good! My pussy was still humming with new-found pleasure, and I moved my hand under my groin.

“O-o-o-o-o-h” I moaned, my voice trembling, as my fingers found my clit. It was alive with sensation, and I began a series of little climaxes as soon as I began to stroke it with my fingernail. They built steadily, and I moved my hips under him. He helped, pulling and rolling my nipples with his fingertips, and soon I was bucking wildly again, thrusting my hips against the seatback. samsun escort I could feel him being squeezed out, as my pussy contracted in pleasure, but it only added to the sensation.

Then a very nice thing happened. His cock began to grow again, filling out the condom as he got aroused by my stimulation of my own body. “Oh, fuck yeah!” he growled. “Cum for me, baby!” He began to thrust again; at first tentatively, like before, then harder. He murmured sexy, nasty things in my ear as I reached for my climax.

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me! Be my slut. Be my dirty little slut! Bitch!”

I went into overdrive when he talked to me like that. It just excited me so… I screamed my pleasure out loud as he fucked me, now ramming his cock harder and harder into me. My pussy gushed, and I howled through yet another mind-numbing orgasm. He pounded me relentlessly throughout, calling me nasty names, and I went from one gushing climax to another. I thought my heart would give out!

Finally, he came again. I could feel the poor condom attempting to cover the head of his dick, even as he filled it with another slimy load. When he pulled free of me, the rubber lay just inside my pussy walls, it’s precious load oozing out and onto the seatback. I took a deep breath as he rolled from me, and then carefully pulled the overworked condom from my dripping hole. He dropped it out his window and began to pull his jeans back up over his thighs.

“No, don’t,” I said, eyeing the shiny length of his cock. “Let me clean you first.”

He looked askance at me as he was yanking his jeans upward. “No you don’t,” he said again, but this time he wasn’t saying it in that sexy growl. He laughed, “If I let you do that, we’ll be here all afternoon!”

I pouted, watching him, and murmured, “Works for me,” but he was not to be swayed. He pulled me to him and we kissed, but he refused to give in to my exploring tongue or hands, telling me at last that he and his girlfriend had just had sex when I called.

“That explains your stamina,” I told him, “and why she sounded like such a bitch.” He laughed and kissed me again.

“No,” he said. “She is a bitch.”

As Brian drove me back to Panera’s to get my car, he asked if he could have my phone number. I refused, telling him I was married. He didn’t seem too surprised, but asked if we could meet again.

“One never knows,” I said, trying to sound noncommittal, but a week later I was calling him again. I’m getting very well acquainted with the interior of the Ford Explorer!

(2)Showing off Makes a Pair of New Friends

It was my lunch break at the retail store where I work, and I had taken lunch in the mall, as I often do. The little wrought-iron tables offer a great place to hang out and check out the guys, and there were lots of people to look at.

“Hey, Tori,” I heard. It was Matt, one of the stockboys from my store. He was walking up to me, and I smiled and told him hello. He’s a cutie; only 18 or 19, with a tight young surfer body. He and I had surfed together once or twice, and we even made out once, afterwards, when he offered to let me sit in his car to warm up. I hadn’t had much to do with him lately, though he came by my kiosk in the store to flirt almost daily. With him was Benjamin, another of the stockboys. I had only spoken to Ben once, when I asked him to remove some cardboard boxes that I had unpacked, but I’d noticed him around. He seemed to be staring at me an awfully lot.

Matt asked if they could sit with me. I told them there were three empty chairs, and to take their pick. He and his friend sat down, and I went back to watching guys. They mostly just watched me, I noticed. Finally, Matt spoke.

“So, you gettin’ any lately?” he asked, clumsily. Ben laughed, and muttered “Dufus” under his breath. I smiled at him, and told him things could always be better.

“It’s not hard to fix, though,” I said, and motioned with my head. “Go sit over at that table,” I told them, “and watch.” They got up and moved, then turned to me questioningly. I didn’t look at them, but watched a couple of guys walking my way. When I saw one of them glance at me, I slowly opened my legs a couple of inches. I was wearing my usual short skirt, this time a blue one, and when I sit it barely covers my crotch. It sure caught his eye, and he suddenly couldn’t look away. He put his hand on his buddy’s arm and stopped him, as if he wanted to tell him something.

I had to smile. Guys are so easy! I love showing off this way in public, and I knew Matt and Ben were getting a good look, too. I glanced at them to make sure, and confirmed it. They were staring intently at me, and looked like they were trying to force my knees farther apart by sheer will power. It didn’t even take that.

The two guys were standing about 20 feet from me, talking and looking over their shoulders at me from time to time. I spread my legs a bit more, crossing my ankles. Their eyes were boring a hole in me! I sometimes do this with no panties, but today I was wearing a black thong. It dawned on me that it probably looked like I was bare, and I smiled at Matt as his eyes seemed to be dissecting my private parts. He didn’t even notice my smile, but Ben did, and returned it. That bit of intimacy between us got me excited! My mind began to work……

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