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Sabine set off on her journey. A day later a guard showed covered in blood. He found Nova as he kneeled before her. “Miss I come bearing news. The Commander s-she loves you very much…she said you will see her again. She’s been taken. We were attacked. We were the only two alive. Her sister… I’m sorry…my orders were to tell you…I should have stayed…she loves you… I’m sorry… so sorry —” he managed before passing out.

Nova looked at Lucia with tears streaming down her face.

***

With the news the villagers were in a panic as Nyko and Ward planned their attack. The sound of horns brought everyone outside. A guard approached Ward. “Sir, a group has gathered by our gates. They have a hostage.”

Nova found her way to Agnes as Lucia kept close by. Dorine gathered with them.

Ward looked out beyond the tunnel to the gates. Autem removed her face covering as she smirked, removing Sabine’s.

“Open the gates!” He yelled.

“Children remember what we practiced?” Go .go..hurry.” He said to the crowd. “Nurturers go with them!”

They watched as teachers and nurturers left with the children…older villagers stood in front with their weapons as did younger ones behind them.

Autem made an appearance as she pushed Sabine to the ground. She looked over the people as she smiled. Sabine made her way to her feet. Her hands bound behind her.

“I am your new Commander! Bow to me!” She yelled.

***warning: viloent and fatal acrions follow***

No one moved a muscle. Sabine started laughing. Autem punched her in the face as two of her guards held her still. Sabine spit out blood as she looked Autem in her eyes.

“You will NEVER be Commander.” She said calmly.

“Bow to me!” She yelled, as she kicked Sabine’s knee as she fell to the ground.

“You are not worthy!” Sabine yelled as she was yanked back up and met by another punch. She laughed more, no one had realized what she took from one of the guards.

“You will die today. Your reign is OVER!” Autem yelled as she drew her machete-like weapon.

“And all of you get to watch it …especially poor little Nova..I’m sure my guards will like to have their way with her..too bad you won’t be here to watch.”

Sabine laughed. As she was punched once more. She finally worked the knife through the ropes as she stabbed both guards in the foot. She moved quickly as she went for the other two. She stood still as Autem drew for her, running, filled with rage.

Nova watched in horror as Sabine smirked before ducking and hitting Autem in her back. She dropped the weapon as Sabine grabbed it.

Autem stood still. “You won’t hurt anymore people.” Sabine said as she swiftly struck Autem.

Sabine dropped the weapon as she stared at the severed head on the ground. “I send you on your way.” She said in the native tongue. All of the warriors echoed her.

She looked out at her people, her face and body covered in blood and dirt. She held up her fist and closed her eyes. The warriors cheered. Dorine began yelling and pushing them aside as Sabine hit the ground lifelessly.

***

***

Sabine woke to Nova by her side and she sat up quickly as she pulled her in for a hug. “I’m so sorry.” She said holding her tightly.

Ward came in as he dropped his tray and hugged the pair. “She is awake.” He yelled.

Everyone ran in to hug her.

“I love you all.” She saod as she nuzzled into everyone.

“Did you see anything?” Dorine asked.

Sabine frowned. “There is a massive fire I couldnt make out where..” She said.

***

Nova and Dorine took Sabine to visit Nyko the next day. They recapped what had happened the day before.

They talked about plans for the storm season and caught up with each other.

***

Nova was walking with Sabine. “Anywhere else you need to go today?”

Sabine moved weakly as she thought. “I – I should visit the children.” She said with a soft smile. bursa sınırsız escort

Arriving, a servant bows her head to Sabine as she passes. Sabine nodded back. “Mother Agnes is in the healing tent.” She informed as she went on her way.

They find Agnes comforting a child. She looks up to meet their concerned faces. “Zlin, go ahead and join the other children for supper.” The child reluctantly let go.

Agnes stood as she watched the child leave. “The children are…uneasy.” She finally said. “They seem to be experiencing stress due to the recent events.” She put lightly.

Sabine frowned as she thought. She walked away without saying a word. Nova found her sitting with the children telling them a story as she spoke softly, all listening intently.

Nova stood in the doorway listening as Sabine told the children of a brave child who lost their family in a storm. How the child grew to overcome their surroundings and eventually ended happily.

An older child was deep in thought as Sabine loved the younger ones. “So we should be more like the child?” She asked. Sabine smiled warmly.

“I know that me being gone was strange and then having to hide was scary..”

The children all agreed.

“But I am here …we are safe…there will always be people that don’t agree with how we live…which is why mother Agnes ..the nurturers.. your teachers..and I teach you how to be safe ..how to be smart and help yourselves. We are preparing you for the world..we still want you to enjoy your lives as children which is why we are here to protect you..I won’t let anything happen to any of you.” Sabine said as she pulled them all in for a big hug.

***

Sabine relaxed in the warm bath water. Dorine walked in. “You have a visitor.”

“Send them in.” Sabine said casually.

“Uh Commander… it’s a child.” She said hesitantly.

“Oh…okay..I’ll be out in a moment.”

Sabine dried off and dressed. She was met by a young girl sitting properly at her table.

“Commander. Sorry to disturb you. I come bearing sad news..”

Sabine sat down.

“Sylvia ..she has passed.”

Sabine was quiet as she closed her eyes taking in the news. “You are to carry on her work?” Sabine asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you feel you are ready?” Sabine asked.

“I know that I must be ready.” She said.

Sabine nodded understanding. “Where is Sylvia now?”

“I have already made arrangments with the care takers, she is with them now.”

Sabine nodded again as she drifted into thought. “Okay.” She said as she stood. “What is your name?”

“Vera, Commander.”

Sabine smiled. “You know Dorine, Nyko and Ward?”

“Yes.”

“If you cant reach me, they are who you go to. Tonight we will honor Sylvia, tomorrow you meet the elders. Prepare for a wedding as well.” Sabine got up and walked her out.

**

Sabine returned to find Nova waiting for her in bed. The thin blanket showed every curve of Nova’s body. Her legs open wide, the blanket dipping low to fall against her lips as her arms were stretched above her head as she eyed Sabine.

“Hello Commander.” Nova greeted her.

Sabine gave her a lazy smile as her eyes roamed Nova’s body. She came closer as she started to slowly pull the blanket down.

Nova smirked at her as she lay still allowing the blanket to leave her, goosebumps appearing. The blanket ran over her nipples as they grew stiff in the air.

The blanket drew down her stomach as her chest rose and fell a little quicker, the anticipation was killing them both. Nova arched her back a little as her stomach and hips were exposed.

Sabine pulled the blanket a little below her hip bones before stopping. Nova frowned up at her as Sabine turned away and to the drawers.

“I uh …I’m sorry Nova..” Sabine said quietly.

“About what?” Nova asked.

“About everything… I know that the past few days have been …rough.” Sabine said bursa üniversiteli escort lightly.

“It’s okay…”

“Do you want to go home at all?” Sabine asked looking back at Nova as she leaned against the structure.

Nova smiled sweetly. “I am home.”

Sabine smiled back at her. “Is there anything I can get you.. do for you?”

“Anything at all?” Nova asked with a smirk.

“Anything you want is beautiful.” Sabine said.

“All I want right now is for you to be right here..” Nova said as she rubbed her lips through the blanket.

Sabine smirked.

“It’s been too long…I need to feel my Mistress.” Nova cooed.

“I want you to finger yourself while I get ready.” Sabine said.

Nova was disappointed as showed it clearly.

“I will join you…just ..I want you nice and wet..”

Nova smiled as her hand disappeared under the blanket.

Sabine returned and blew out a few candles to Nova’s eyes closed as she feverishly fingered herself. She smiled while watching her gasp.

Nova lazily opened her eyes to see Sabine watching her. She smirked at her lover as she moved her head to the side and laid on her shoulder. Nova smiled up at her. “What?” She asked quietly.

Sabine smiled back and shook her head. “Nothing, I just really love you.”

The tension changing, Nova wiped her hand on the blanket as she smiled up at Sabine. “I love you too… what makes you say that?”

Nova watched as Sabine’s smile disappeared. She sat at the foot of the bed with her legs crossed. “When I was away…I just kept thinking of you. I was so worried if you were okay. I’m just really glad and happy that you chose to be with me. I hate that there are more risks involved with being here but-”

“-Sabine.” Nova cut her off as Sabine looked up at her. “I chose those risks so I could be happy. I chose all of this. I want to be by your side until the day our lives end. I love you.” Nova moved down the bed to kiss Sabine.

Nova pulled back smiling mischievously. “This would be the perfect time to ask me..” she said.

“What?” Sabine asked.

“Ask me.” Nova smiled.

“Nova.”

“Ask me!!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Ask me!” She said with a big smile.

Sabine got up and went to the dressers grabbing a small bag she came back to sit closer to Nova on the bed.

“These were blessed to keep you safe and healthy.” Sabine said as she pulled the necklace out of the bag.

“Nova, will you marry me?” Sabine asked with a big smile.

“Yes, of course!” Nova said excitedly. “Put it on!” Nova said as she moved her hair for Sabine.

She looked down at it as she touched it carefully. “It’s beautiful.” Nova smiled up at her. “And you remembered I picked this stone up too.”

“Mhm.” Sabine smiled and nodded.

Nova sat back and smiled at her. “How were you planning on asking me?”

Sabine smiled as she blushed. “Well I WAS going to have you pick out all your favorite foods at the vendors we could do whatever you wanted that evening.. but once the stars were out I was going to take us to that hill where we first said we loved each other and ask you there..”

“You’re so freakin cute!” Nova said as she nuzzled into Sabine and kissed her.

Nova ushered for their kisses to grow tender. She slowly moved so Sabine would lie down. Nova straddled her as they made out. She found Sabine’s hand and guided her to her lips. Nova let out a gasp as she felt Sabine cup her.

Sabine gently applied some pressure as Nova rocked her hips into her hand. Sabine made one finger prominent as it slowly eased into Nova with each roll of her hips. Nova gasped as she rolled faster, she stopped and moaned when she rolled and sat down to allow Sabine’s finger to fill her.

Her laboured breathing filling the room and her muscles clenched around Sabine’s finger. Sabine added another finger as Nova accommodated bursa anal yapan escort nicely.

Nova moved her knees to support her as she kissed Sabine. “Finger me please.”

Nova felt the fingers curl as she gasped. Sabine thrusted her digits at an even pace as she listened to Nova’s moans in her ear. They both knew the build up was coming. Sabine curled her fingers a bit to hit her g spot with each thrust.

“Sabine…I’m so close..” Nova gasped as she stayed still needed every ounce of this affection. Nova’s legs began to shake as she tried to hang on she could feel her juices so close to spilling out. “Slow down just a bit.”

Nova smiled as Sabine listened and pushed and pulled her from the edge… Nova moaned as was able to prolong this torture. “Okay.” She gasped. Sabine could feel her juices slowly running down her hand with each thrust in she welcomed more. Nova moaned as she felt her release. Her face burned as her body was hot. She felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her knowing she was making her Mistress filthy.

Sabine knew Nova was done she straightened her fingers easing off of her g spot and continued to thrust her fingers. Nova was surprised, usually we stop after that. She groaned as her walls clenched. Her legs were shaking again. Her hips bucked forward as her face was buried into the bed. Her body shook as she pulled away she collapsed on Sabine gasping and calming herself.

“Thank you..” nova muttered.

Sabine kissed Nova’s hair as she held her. She ran her hands down to Nova’s cheeks and pulled a little. “Come here.”

Nova popped her head up as she looked into Sabine’s eyes.

“Come here.” Sabine said quietly again.

Nova settled herself above Sabine’s face unsure of this.

“You’re okay.. hang on to the bed and the wall for balance, I’m still going to hold you just as I did last time Nova.”

‘Nova’ you’re calling me Nova?

Sabine’s mouth watered at the thought of tasting her lover’s juices. She ran her hands up Nova’s thighs as she felt her tremble.

“What’s wrong?” Sabine asked, feeling the hesitation.

“I um I’m not tied up, you’re not ordering me around, I’m not calling you Mistress and you’re not correcting me…”

Sabine nodded up at her. “I don’t want to be fully in charge right now. I want you to let go and not worry about all that right now. I just want you. Not submissive you, but you.”

Nova smiled down at her. “I like feeling this close to you..” Nova said shyly.

“I know, beautiful.. if you don’t mind I’ll play with myself too?” Sabine stated.

Nova’s eyes grew big as she felt a swell of arousal inside her. “Please.. I’d love that.”

Sabine swallowed up Nova’s clit as she gasped. She ran her hand down underneath her pants as she found her aching clit desperately needing attention.

They both moaned, Nova still sensitive didn’t take long to be on route to her orgasmic build up. Sabine needing this for sometime was right behind her.

Nova bent her head back as she moaned and gasped. She had stopped grinding herself into Sabine and allowed Sabine’s tongue to do the work as her legs shook around her face. Nova held onto the bed as her other hand gripped Sabine’s hair in her fist.

“Ah fuck …” she groaned as she gently rocked back a forth. Nova stopped as she reached that blissful quiet before her orgasm exploded she moaned loudly as her legs shook she fell forward as she rode it out.

Sabine did not stop; she felt Nova’s body struggling to stay together, they finally balanced the sensations to build again. They both knew Nova was on the edge again and Sabine kept her clit in her mouth as she moaned through her own orgasm and shook underneath.

Nova’s head felt heavy again as the vibrations and watching Sabine’s face tense sent her over the edge again. Nova gasped and whimpered as she bursted at the seems unable to control herself as Sabine held on as she shook.

Both calming down, Nova melted down to lay on Sabine as she kissed her and held onto her tightly as she twitched.

“Fuck.” She said sleepily.

Nova picked her head up again to kiss Sabine and clean her juices off her face. Sabine undressed as they cuddled. Either thigh against their hot pulsating slits. Holding each other tightly they drifted into a heavy slumber.

**

Summary: Submissive slut is literally trained to be a good loyal pet.

Note: This is dedicated to the real Johnathan and Elizabeth who inspired the story. The entire back story is based on real events…the plotlines are real fantasies of the lovely couple.

Note 2: This is part four of a multi-chaptered story:

In part one, Dominican Slut: Ass Slut, Elizabeth, a proud Dominican teenager determined to overcome stereotypes, gets seduced by a white college man and becomes his personal cocksucker and ass slut.

In part two, Dominican Slut: Blackmailed, the story flashes ahead twelve years, where Elizabeth, now married, with two kids and working as a very successful accountant has indeed broken the cycle of generations of family members working in menial jobs. Yet, one mistake from college comes back to haunt her and she is drawn back into the world of white dominance as she is blackmailed into submission.

In part three, Dominican Slut: Cunt Muncher, Elizabeth’s Jewish bitch boss learns of her submissive slut past and present and reassigns her new job duties as the firm’s CUM BUCKET…where she proceeds to taste pussy for the first, second and third time.

Note 3: Thanks to goamz86, Robert, and Wayne for editing.

Warning: Like my novella ‘Deconstructing the Professor’, this story will use racially inappropriate words to create the vivid, authentic race based story that has been requested. If words like ‘nigger’, ‘spic’, ‘puta’, ‘gringa’, ‘culo’, ‘tetas’, and ‘coño’, offend you, please don’t read further.

Glossary:

I am a Canadian writing a story about a Dominican using a variety of Spanish terms. So, although I think I do a good job of explaining the Spanish words I use during the heat of the moment, here is a brief advance glossary:

Puta: whore

Gringa: whore – a term used by Dominicans for Americanized Dominicans

Culo: ass

Chula: cute or sexy

Tetas: tits

Coño: fuck

PS: If any of these are used incorrectly, I apologize in advance. Urban Dictionary and Google Translate were my main sources.

HUMILIATED PET

To remind you of exactly where we left off:

I got an e-mail from Ms. Goldstein:

Cum Bucket,

You will be in my office at eleven-thirty. You will be on your knees and waiting for me. Apparently, according to the video, you used the Sybian without permission.

Of course, cum buckets only get to come when given permission by their superiors. A submissive spic like you should know that already.

You are NOT to come again!

You will be punished when I return.

Now get to work, the Plasterton account needs to be done before you leave today.

PS: Your new job title is CUM BUCKET and other duties as ASSigned.

I read the e-mail a few times, stared at my new job title and sighed…just two words and that pretty much answered who I was, what I was and what the hell was going to happen next.

Eventually….

I worked for the next hour and a half without interruption, although I constantly looked towards the door, expecting someone to come in and use me. I was both relieved and disappointed each time there was no one at the door, as I couldn’t help but look forward to a cock or cunt to serve.

I tried to work and yet it was tough because I was an emotional mess, my two personas (proud Dominican and submissive cum bucket) each battling inside for control.

I wanted to just get up and leave. I wanted to just walk out the door. I wanted to just quit my job and start over. I wanted to reclaim my proud feminist past, one that had overcome so much to get to the position of power I had held just a couple of weeks ago.

I also wanted to go back on the Sybian. I wanted to fuck myself with that wall cock. I wanted to taste another pussy, I wanted to be degraded and used. I wanted big white cock: in my mouth, my ass, my cunt.

I…WAS…A…MESS.

I eventually did, somehow, get some work done. Although nowhere near as much as I usually would in the same time frame. Anxiety, sexual hunger and a dildo deep in one’s cunt can really be counter-productive.

At 11:25, not wanting to be late, I made my way back to Ms. Goldstein’s office.

I kept my head down the whole way there, not making eye contact with the few people I passed. I didn’t know if everyone knew, or just a few, but I was too ashamed to look any of my fellow co-workers or our secretaries in the eyes.

Reaching Ms. Goldstein’s office, Alannah nodded, “Just bursa escort go in,” as she typed on her computer.

She gave me no hint of what I had done to her just a couple hours ago. I walked in expecting to find Ms. Goldstein at her desk, but the office was empty.

Recalling the instructions, I lowered myself onto my knees and waited…and waited…and waited.

It was after 12:30, my knees aching and yet somehow not wanting to disobey, assuming there was a camera in here if there was one in my new office, when the door finally opened.

Unfortunately, it was actually Candace, my secretary, carrying a small paper bag. Oddly, my first feeling was one of disappointment. I knew whatever Ms. Goldstein had in store for me was going to be humiliating and yet I couldn’t help but look forward to it. My second feeling was shame compounding shame as my sweet secretary saw me in this humiliating position.

She asked, “Are you hungry?”

My stomach was rumbling as I realized that other than pussy, I hadn’t eaten a single thing. “Yes, I’m famished.”

“I brought you your favorite sandwich from Walker’s,” she said, handing it to me.

“Thank you, you’re a life saver.” I replied, quickly opening up the bag and taking a bite.

“Can I ask you something?” she asked, looking down at me.

“Of course,” I nodded.

“Why do you let this happen?” she asked.

“It’s a long, twisted story,” I replied.

“You are a strong-willed woman, Mrs. Phillips,” she pointed out.

“I thought so too,” I replied, feeling even greater shame at the fact that my secretary still saw me only as a strong-willed, hardworking feminist.

I could see the complete shock in her eyes.

“Why don’t you just leave?” she asked.

“It’s not that simple,” I answered, even though it could be. Just stand up and leave; just stand up and regain my dignity; just stand up and reclaim my Dominican pride.

Yet…

I didn’t stand up.

I remained on my knees.

Shame compounding shame.

When suddenly the door opened and Ms. Goldstein asked, “What are you doing in my office, Ms. Jones?”

Candace stammered, “I-I-I was just making sure Mrs. Phillips had lunch.”

“Oh, I plan to make sure she is well fed,” my boss quipped, her play on words obvious.

I didn’t say anything, just remained kneeling like the submissive I was.

“Actually, I imagine our pet cum bucket would love to eat your pussy right now, wouldn’t you, Mrs. Phillips?” she asked me, her tone as she spoke my married name a clear statement – a reminder of who I really was – a cheating wife.

I didn’t look up at my sweet twenty-two year old secretary as I answered, embarrassed to be admitting it, “Yes, I’d love that.”

“What would you love?” Ms. Goldstein asked, “Be clear.”

Shame compounding shame compounding shame, I answered, “I’d love to eat Candace’s cunt.”

A gasp came from my shy southern secretary.

Ms. Goldstein asked, looking at Candace, “Do you want our spic cum bucket to lick your cunt?”

“N-n-no,” she stammered, looking completely uncomfortable.

“Let me reword this,” Ms. Goldstein said, “Candace, let our cum bucket lick your white cunt or I will spank her in front of you.”

Candace looked down at me, clearly uncomfortable with what was happening.

After a silent pause, Ms. Goldstein ordered, “Spic whore, crawl to my desk, stand up and bend over.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I nodded, immediately crawling to her desk, standing up and bending over her desk.

“Candace, take a seat on the couch,” my Mistress ordered.

“Please, ma’am, this is making me very uncomfortable,” Candace replied.

“Now!” Mrs. Goldstein ordered.

Candace obeyed, clearly not used to such depravity coming from the far south and yet just as clearly scared of her dominant bitch boss.

Mrs. Goldstein walked over to me, pulled down my skirt, and without warning spanked my ass hard.

“Aaaaaaah,” I screamed, surprised by both the sudden slap and the searing pain.

“With each slap you will tell me what you are and what you want,” Ms. Goldstein ordered, enjoying humiliating me in front of the one person left in the building who respected me.

“Yes, Mistress,” I agreed, although I wasn’t looking forward to another spank.

SLAP!

“I’m a dirty spic cunt craving whore,” I declared.

SLAP!

“I’m a cock craving cum slut who wants to suck every employee here,” I declared, which once I said it, was suddenly an appealing idea.

SLAP!

As the pain burned through me, my cunt leaked slightly from the humiliation, “I’m a Dominican cum bucket for white cunt and cock.”

SLAP!

“I’m a three-hole puta who especially loves a big white cock filling my asshole with his dominant seed,” I declared, my ass immediately feeling empty and indeed craving big white cock.

“Please stop,” Candace finally whispered.

“Then let our cum bucket taste your cum,” Ms. Goldstein said.

“But I’m bursa escort bayan not gay,” Candace answered.

“Neither am I,” Ms. Goldstein replied, “but you’re not the one munching cunt, you’re just getting your cunt munched.”

I begged, my ass burning and tears streaming down my face, “Please Candace, let me eat your sweet white cunt.”

Candace stood up and scurried out of the office and my heart sank. My weakness, my submission had had a negative impact on someone I liked.

“Well, that didn’t go as expected,” Ms. Goldstein shrugged, as she sat down at her desk.

I remained bent over, as she ignored me and typed on her computer. I couldn’t see the screen from my position, so I had no idea what she was doing.

After fifteen minutes of excruciating silence, she asked, “Do you want to eat my cunt?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I admitted, actually very curious what she tasted like.

“And my ass?” she continued.

“Yes, Mistress,” I nodded, although that was something I had never done.

She ordered, “Crawl under my desk, slut.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I nodded, undeniably excited to taste her.

Once under her desk, she ordered, “Kneel on all fours.”

I did, expecting to eat her cunt.

Instead, she put her stocking-clad feet on my shoulders and remained working.

Shame burned through me as I had suddenly become her foot stool which was somehow way more humiliating than eating her cunt or even her ass. She saw me as no more significant than furniture. Anger and shame burned through me at her complete contempt of who I was as a person. Yet, in many ways I knew I brought this on myself by being so weak back in high school to Vaughn, again in college in my one wild moment, and in not standing up to Bryce when he first blackmailed me.

I don’t know how long I was a foot rest, over an hour, before she ordered, “Massage my feet, spic.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, my cunt immediately getting wet at the name calling yet again. I spent the next lengthy amount of time massaging each of her feet, focusing on each nylon-clad toe, each ankle and calf.

My knees were sore, my hands cramping, when she finally opened her legs and ordered, “Get licking.”

The opportunity to change positions, even if still on my knees, was a breath of fresh air. I moved between her legs, to her shaved pussy and began licking. As much as I hated to admit it, her pussy tasted amazing. It may have been because I was completely famished, but I eagerly lapped her cunt.

“That’s it, Elizabeth, I think I finally found something you are actually good at,” she moaned.

I hated her view of my lack of worth towards the company, yet I didn’t say anything to defend myself, instead I continued my submissive duties.

She rolled her chair back, looked down at me and smiled as she asked, “Are you happy with your new job duties?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I nodded, shame at admitting this coursing through me.

“And you want to eat my white cunt right now?” she asked, her phone now pointing directly at me.

I was staring at the phone knowing I was already way too deep in this submissive blackmail to stand up for myself. “Yes,” I whispered.

“Say it with pride,” she ordered.

“Yes, I want to eat your beautiful white cunt,” I admitted, looking down at it and meaning the words I was saying.

“Beg, bitch,” she demanded, still holding the camera at me.

Wanting to bury my face back in her cunt, I begged, “Please Mistress, let your lesbiana puta lick your beautiful, superior, white pussy perfection.”

“What’s puta?” she asked.

“It means whore in Spanish,” I answered.

“Eat away, puta,” she nodded.

The offer given, I dove into her wetness, craving pussy juice. I lapped with insatiable lust wanting to get her off and taste the full flood of her nectar.

“You really love munching white cunt, don’t you?” she asked.

“So much,” I admitted, while continuing to lick.

“What about your husband?” she asked, lifting my head back up, her juice on my lips.

“He knows of my weakness,” I admitted.

“What weakness is that?” she asked.

“I’m submissive and unable to resist white cock,” I answered.

“What about white pussy?” she questioned.

“That is new,” I admitted.

“Are you unable to resist white cunt too?” she asked, a wide smirk on her face.

“So it seems,” I nodded, licking her wetness on my lips.

“Would your husband be okay with this?” she questioned.

“He’d understand,” I answered, believing he would, although I had never cheated on him… we had avoided our weaknesses by living our sexual, submissive, racial fantasies through each other… until this past two weeks.

“Would he?” she asked, raising her eyebrow.

“I hope so,” I said, not as confident as I would like to be in my answer.

“Well, that is a conversation for another time,” she shrugged. “Get back to work, puma.”

I corrected her, “It’s puta.”

“Never correct me,” escort bursa she glared.

“Sorry, Mistress,” I apologized, her ability to turn to angry in a heartbeat scary as hell.

“Now get back to work, you dumb spic,” she ordered, grabbing my hair and roughly shoving my face in her cunt.

I resumed licking, my head spinning with how Johnathan would react if he learned of my submission. Would he understand? Would he be furious? Would he be supportive? Realizing I could not only lose my career, but my marriage as well (which should have been obvious the moment Bryce first blackmailed me), my heart sank.

“We really have found your area of expertise at the firm,” she moaned, holding the back of my head. “Cock sucking and cunt munching.”

I winced at the simplicity of how she saw me, yet based on her treatment of me, right from when she first met me, it shouldn’t have come as any surprise.

I kept licking, wanting to get her off and try to figure a way out of my current predicament.

She began grinding her cunt on my face and moments later my face was again coated with pussy wetness. My mind immediately shut off again as I hungrily lapped up the intoxicating, addicting pussy juice.

I continued lapping until she pushed my head away and ordered, “Go lick and sniff my pumps, puppy slut.”

Being referred to as a puppy was just another layer of humiliation adding onto the plethora of layers that had already been thrown at me. Like all the others, being called a dog, being treated like a pet, only added to my desire to obey.

I craved humiliation in the same way a smoker craves nicotine or a drug addict craves the high… putting it in such simplistic terms sent a shudder up my spine as I moved to the black pumps. Even as I buried my nose in her high heel, even as I extended my tongue to lick, I pondered my addiction. In my simile, comparing my addiction to smokers or drug addicts, they were unhealthy cravings and bad for you… even though each made the body and mind feel better when taken.

I knew I needed to stop.

I knew I needed to save myself from the downward spiral I was currently in.

I knew I needed to protect my marriage… to protect my husband from entering into a similar freefall.

Yet, I didn’t know how.

I sniffed and licked her other pump, my head contemplating the full spectrum of my submissive plight. I could have faked licking her shoe, yet I didn’t. I felt compelled to obey, regardless of how menial, how humiliating the task.

“Are you horny, puppy slut?” she asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” I nodded, the thought of my plight fading immediately as the idea I may be allowed to come was suggested.

“Crawl to the middle of my office and get yourself off,” she ordered.

“Thank you, Mistress,” I nodded, quickly crawling from out of my submissive desk cave and to the open room.

I moved onto my ass and back, very thankful to be off my aching knees, and put my hand to my fevered cunt.

“Take off your blouse so I can see those fat udders, Lizzy cow,” she ordered.

Another insulting animal reference sent another chill through me.

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, unbuttoning my blouse and tossing it aside.

“The bra too,” she ordered, before adding, “Cows don’t wear bras, they let their udders droop free.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I nodded, my 38DD breasts being quite large and, without a bra, a major distraction.

I took off the bra and she said, “Holy shit, those are some big udders.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” I replied.

“Back on all fours,” she ordered.

I obeyed.

“Shit, those udders almost hit the floor,” she said, walking over to me. She bent down and slapped my tits, which jiggled and swayed. “Fuck, I can only imagine what these udders looked like when you were breast feeding.”

“I was a double E, Mistress,” I answered, remembering how much my back ached for the whole year I breast fed both times.

“Between your huge cow udders, your rhinoceros ass and your dog like loyalty you really are an animal hybrid,” she accused, slapping my ass again.

I didn’t respond this time, being compared to a cow, rhinoceros and dog being the most humiliating moment of my life and yet wetness leaked out of my cunt.

“Moo like a cow for me,” she ordered, as she reached down and pulled my nipple.

I yelped when she roughly yanked my nipple, but I obeyed, my face burning again with shame and lust, “Mooooooooooo.”

“Shit, I don’t know what a rhino sounds like, now trumpet like an elephant, your ass is as wide as one anyway,” she ordered, adding another insulting animal comparison to me.

I’m not sure why, but as I obeyed, making a strange elephant sound, I even lifted my right arm up in the air as if it was a trunk. The sound is impossible to replicate in print, but I sounded absurd.

“On your knees and beg like a puppy,” she demanded.

I moved onto my knees, lifted my arms up and bent over my wrists and pouted like a newborn puppy.

“Fucking hilarious,” she roared, looking down at me.

I just remained stoic in my submissive pet position.

“Bark for me,” she ordered.

“Woof,” I barked, shame continuing to course through me.

“Now whine like a puppy,” she ordered.

Mia was watching Jimmy Kimmel when Donna and her husband Jeff came thru the front door. There was a loud noise and Mia got up to see if she could help. As she rounded the corner she could see a very drunk Jeff with his arm around Donna’s neck for balance.

“It’s OK,” Donna said. “Mr Lombardi had a little too much punch at the party.” As Donna helped her alcohol challenged husband up the stairs she rolled her eyes and turned to Mia and said “Sorry, I’ll be right down.”

Mia smiled and said, “Oh, no problem, Donna take your time.”

It was awkward having to make sure Jeff didn’t fall down the stairs but Donna seemed to manage the struggle admirably as she quickly led him to their bedroom where he unceremoniously proceeded to at first to sit and then shortly crash down on top of the linen comforter Donna had bought on her last trip to Paris. For a split second she thought about the pretentious shop owner who took such great care in describing every detail of the comforter and the reasons why it was so expensive and how it would be the last duvet she would ever buy. “Wow, if that saleswoman could see me now,” Donna smiled to herself.

It was strange but looking at her husband passed out in front of her gave her a feeling of relief mixed with excitement. She did get a slight feeling of guilt as she knew the doubles she was getting for him at the party would hit him hard but she also knew that without him passed out her plan for the night would be more difficult. She was excited to start implementing it. She took Jeff’s shoes off, un-tucked his shirt and went to the closet to find a cotton blanket. “He’ll be fine,” she told herself spreading the blanket over him.

Donna went to the closet and picked out her favorite t shirt, a ribbed Henley, freshly washed and air dried. She knew the stares she got when she wore it so it was an easy decision. Walking quickly back to her master bathroom ignoring Jeff’s loud snoring she peeled the lace jersey T off and planted herself in front of her mirror. She would have to hurry as she didn’t want to keep Mia waiting too long.

She was hot and she knew it. Even at forty-two Donna was genuinely beautiful. Her blondish red hair, big green eyes, strong nose and high cheekbones were classic French Italian ancestry. Looking at herself in the mirror she quickly ran her hands through her hair pulling straight back while fumbling nervously with a big plastic hair clip. Once attached Donna turned her head side to side making sure it was in tightly enough. She was pleased with the cute bun that formed and the casually sexy look it gave her. The small pearl earrings she decided to leave in as it gave her a feeling of style and class.

She reached for her toothbrush and in her haste carelessly squeezed out too much letting the extra drip into the sink. Taking care to brush the back of her tongue as well as her inside cheeks Donna was amused at her unusual thoroughness. She looked at herself in the mirror checking for any imperfections and was happy to see none, “I’m not going to blow this!”

With her breath now fresh and teeth squeaky clean she reached around and unclasped her bra flinging it in the general direction of her built in hamper; she was on a mission and had no concerns for tidiness at this particular moment.

Her breasts were one of her biggest assets and seeing them now casually hanging off her body with nipples already semi-erect prompted a nervous giggle. A good size B cup but with a provocative teardrop shape they were neither too big nor too small. Donna pinched each puffy nipple and attained the desired result. Slipping the tight, ribbed, salmon colored Henley over her head she looked in the mirror and adjusted the fit before deciding to unbutton a few more of the mini buttons that ran down between her breasts. A smidgen of rogue should do it she thought until she inevitably reached for her lipstick making a seductive oval as she applied the second coral colored cosmetic to her face. She turned toward the door and despite her sleeping husband yelled, “I’m coming Mia, I’ll be right there!”

Looking back into the mirror she turned side to side once more and finally rubbed her lips together making sure there was an even application of lipstick and her lips looked plump and moist. It was Donna’s pet peeve that most women didn’t pay attention to their lips leaving them scaly and dry and unattractive. Looking down she broke out into a soft giggle as she noticed her nipples parting the ribs of her tight T. She checked her breath against her palm before shutting the lights off in the master bath hoping the night would go as planned.

She hurriedly walked out of the bedroom past her comatose husband towards the hallway leading to the stairs. She hesitated, straightened out her tee and took a deep breath. She was confident but nervous. Butterflies danced in her stomach. Shutting the lights off along the way she couldn’t help but think of the events leading up to this anxious filled moment.

It was August, a year ago when Donna was vacationing on the Cape bursa escort when she had her first wet dream involving someone of the same sex. It was late Friday afternoon on one of the hottest days of the year. Jeff had taken the kids back to their summer cottage in Wellfleet so she could stay on the beach and enjoy an hour or two of peace and quiet. The only reason Jeff agreed to this deal was he was golfing the next day with some of his work associates and would be gone the whole day.

The beach had a four star hotel on it with a full service bar so Donna decided a glass of wine would be perfect. She usually would wrap a towel around herself when getting refreshment but today she decided to be daring and go sans towel. At the busy outdoor bar she waited for service behind two younger women who Donna guessed to be in their twenties. It wasn’t busy yet but there was only one bartender and he was prepping the bar for the busy night to come as well as serving the end of day stragglers from the beach. Donna was intrigued by these two girls and thought they must be having a lot of fun especially being as pretty as they were. The bartender went to grab a case of beer so a disappointed Donna debated to herself whether she should just forget the refreshments and head back to her spot on the beach.

One of the girls in front of her turned back towards her and smiled and Donna’s mood all of sudden brightened. She thought it was a nice gesture but more than that it felt warm and friendly, like she was part of their crew. The two girls couldn’t have been more beautiful and standing behind them and watching them was almost a show unto itself. The music playing was a type of electronic music the younger kids loved and Donna found it amusing watching the prettier of the two girls swaying her hips and raising her arms in the air and totally getting lost in it. Donna couldn’t believe how carefree and happy she seemed.

She continued dancing and conversing with her friend in a loud enough voice Donna surmised she was drunk or close to it. As she stared at the blonde girl from the side she took special notice how her large breasts were jiggling and could plainly see the outline of her nipple in the rather flimsy bikini top. Just as Donna, half daydreaming, looked up the blonde caught her eye and raised her eyebrows and smiled as if saying, “Like what you see?”

Donna was mortified and just stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. The girl rejoined her conversation with her friend and Donna at this point just wanted to turn and run back to her spot on the beach and put her straw hat over her head. “What does she think I’m a dyke or something?” Donna asked herself.

Just then the bartender came back and served the two girls so Donna decided to stay and to quickly get her drink and escape. Besides at this point she really needed one. The blonde ordered a watermelon margarita and as she turned to pass back by Donna, Donna looked the other way. Within seconds Donna felt the blondes arm brushing up against her own and as Donna instinctively turned she was looking straight into the big blue eyes of the blonde.

She winked at Donna leaned in close and said, “Next time don’t be so shy.” With that said Donna again was speechless but luckily for her the friend came up from behind her and pushed her forward while yelling at her to, “Stop flirting with the entire pretty woman!”

Donna couldn’t help but to stare back at the blonde as her friend moved her along mostly out of shock that something as weird as this was happening but also out of a profound curiosity. Donna had seen that type of look in the blonde’s eyes before but it was usually a man’s stare she tried to avoid. It always seemed so lustful, sexual and in a way a desperate look and one that made Donna very uncomfortable. Witnessing it from a woman was a different experience and at the same times an intriguingly mysterious one. As shaken and surprised as Donna was, she was also curiously flattered to be approached like that in a bar by another woman. “Wow this is what goes on at clubs now I guess. Boy do I feel old.” Donna said to herself.

“Don’t mind her, she doesn’t get out much.” the friend said jokingly as she passed Donna. As Donna reached the bar she could see as clear as day in the mirror behind the bar the extent to which her nipples were extending beyond the fabric of her suit. She quickly folded her arms in front of herself and wondered if the blonde had seen her “headlights” and if that was the reason for her flirting.

Later that night as Donna tossed and turned in bed she decided to quietly get up and go downstairs for she knew sleep would be elusive. She went out onto the large front porch and laid on one of the wicker lounges adjusting it so she could just make out the ocean in the distance. She closed her eyes and was calmed by the continual muffled roar of the sea.

She couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened earlier at the bar. “Why was I staring at her breasts? Why did she wink at me? Why did my nipples betray me, or did escort bursa they? She couldn’t have been really interested in me…could she? I’m so much older…but I do seem to still get approached.” All questions she struggled to answer. She couldn’t get out of her mind’s eye how the blonde placed her mouth so provocatively right below her nose before telling her, “not to be so shy.” The tequila and lime were strong on her breath and Donna knew she did it on purpose. Thoughts like these went around and around in her head until finally the soft ocean breezes took their toll and Donna nodded off to sleep.

She woke up to the sound of her own voice moaning and her hand deep between her legs. She was mortified and quickly leapt out of the lounge chair and scooted off to her bed to lie beside her snoring husband.

About a month after this incident it still troubled her and she took the bold step of seeing a local psychologist. After Donna explained to the doctor that she wasn’t a lesbian and she was disgusted with the whole idea of two women together she sat back and listened to this Harvard trained professional. She didn’t say what Donna had hoped and in fact it further upset Donna and she never returned. The doctor had told her that human sexuality wasn’t a black and white thing and that she could very well have some lesbian tendencies and furthermore they were nothing to fear and totally natural. In fact she told Donna that the more she tried to suppress them the more they would struggle to surface. Donna rejected this immediately and soon suspected the doctor was probably gay and trying to recruit her for their team.

She managed to suppress her randy thoughts for a full year until her fuse was relit at her neighbors, Jenny O’Brien’s pool party. She really had not an inkling why at this time in her life these outrageous thoughts had come to her but recently they were coming into her head rapid fire, especially at night before bed. Donna felt it was because of the dearth of sexual situations she had been involved in the past few years. She hadn’t viewed a naked body in several years and although she didn’t feel she was missing out on anything her reaction informed her she had. The floodgates seemed to be slowly opening and she felt powerless to stop them.

For many years Donna ignored the fact that her relationship with her husband had turned platonic. It was no big deal she felt because she really had no desire to be with him in a sexual way. If she were truthful she would admit to never really having an initial sexual desire to be with Jeff in that way. The times being what they were and the hassle of finding a suitable mate forced Donna into her current situation and the agreement they both, although never discussed nonetheless agreed to. She would take care of the kids and the house, go with him to his company functions, provide cover for his alcoholism while he would put five thousand dollars in her separate savings account each month and not ask her questions about her spending. Donna couldn’t even remember when this “agreement” happened but day by day during the first five years of marriage it seemed to be completed.

Donna had never really had strange sexual fantasies and always tried to keep thoughts of sex out of her head as soon as they would crop up for fear of losing control, a byproduct of her strict religious upbringing.

The O’Brien’s had just hired their fourth au pair, a beautiful Swede named Mia Karlsson and decided to have a mid summer pool party at their house to celebrate. They were always looking for reasons to celebrate. And well they should as they were a funny, young, good looking couple that enjoyed a good party. Donna knew that the source of their money was Jenny’s parents but that was no matter to her as they seemed like a well adjusted happy family regardless.

Donna showed up early to help get things ready while Jenny readied the d’oeuvres and attended to drinks. The neighborhood men had all decided to shoot a round of golf so it was anybody’s guess when they would show up. It was a lighter turn out than usual as most families in the neighborhood were at their respective beach houses on the cape. Most of the neighborhood women stayed inside enjoying the cool air conditioning on what up to that point was the hottest day of the summer.

She sat down at a table by the pool and she was quickly joined by Laura Miller. Laura was a stuck up, dowdy, conservative “family values” housewife who annoyed her to no end. She incessantly talked about how the United States had lost its direction and really needed to start re focusing on what made it successful in the first place. She felt the moral fiber of the country was being torn in half and that immigrants were infiltrating into every nook of society. “Does anyone speak English anymore,” was her usual screed.

Just as Donna’s eyes were glazing over with the numbing barrage of shallow critique, Jenny came out the back door with a tray of cold cuts followed by two young women.

“Hey, Donna and Laura” said Jenny, “I’d bursa escort bayan like to introduce you guys to Mia, our new au pair, and her friend Camilla who is also from Sweden. Camilla is working for a family over in Newton. Is that right Camilla?”

“Yeah, I’m over by what I think you call the four corners area.”

As Donna looked up she was startled by the gorgeous Swede and like a cliché from a tired old movie proceeded to spill a not small quantity of wine all over her lap. She recovered quickly before anyone even noticed, turned to Mia and with a big smile said, “Well…err…ah…welcome to America girls.”

She turned beat red at the trite and goofy stuttered welcome but nonetheless her eyes stayed laser focused on Mia and her million dollar smile. Donna was struck by the radiant blonde as she had all the attributes someone would think of when picturing a young Swedish beauty. Donna couldn’t help but to stare and was immediately transfixed by the young girl to the point where it visibly heightened her somber mood.

As Jenny turned to go back to the party inside Mia said to Donna, “Do you mind if we put our things here while we swim?”

Laura Miller looked away from the girls and somewhat curtly nodded her head. Donna was surprised at Laura’s cold tone but chalked it up to jealousy as the two girls were young and full of life two attributes Laura never seemed in possession of. Donna warmly smiled at them and said, “As long as you don’t mind being seen with two old bats!” She immediately regretted saying this but the girls returned the warm smile and Donna could tell they probably didn’t understand what she had said anyway.

As pretty as Mia was her friend Camilla was rather plain and overweight so Donnas gaze quickly landed on Mia again. Donna couldn’t stop staring at her especially as they took their hooded French terry robes off and dropped them on the vacant seat. Donna almost dropped her wine glass again.

She was speechless and even though Laura Miller had just asked her a question she could only stare at the skimpy suit Mia wore. It was a turquoise bikini with a triangle top that barely covered her nipples and a bottom that exhibited fully half of her ass perfectly.

Mia had the tell tale blonde Swedish look with piercing blue eyes. Donna hadn’t been exposed to an attractive naked or a near naked body since her “situation” on the cape the previous year. At the gym she was always too nervous and embarrassed by not just her own nakedness but other women’s as well. She always ran out of the club as if in a sudden rush at the end of her elliptical training so she could avoid the over crowded locker room. The sudden exposure to and proximity to Mia and her provocative bikini was a shock to her system, a shock that had brought new life to her.

The baby oil they started lathering on themselves was almost too much. The fragile strings on each side of Mia’s bottom dangled in the summer breeze and Donna was staring intently to see if by some strange stroke of luck it would come undone, leaving Mia exposed and vulnerable.

Summoning the guts to speak Donna said, “You know you really should be careful with the baby oil because there is no protection in it and I think the sun might be stronger here than in Sweden.”

An appreciative Mia smiled at Donna and said, “Oh, ya know I didn’t even think of that, thanks Mrs. Lombardi.”

Laura Miller was obviously annoyed and even shocked by the girl’s state of undress. The fact that Mia had a growth of blonde hair under her arms didn’t help her state of mind. She took one good look and said, “Oh no girls, no…Not today you’re not” and stormed off to find the host Jenny O’Brien. The girls weren’t sure if she was talking to them so they just gave each other a quizzical look and then they looked at Donna for an explanation and although Donna knew exactly what Laura was up to she shrugged her shoulders as if she didn’t and secretly hoped for the show to continue.

The two girls were soon daring one another to jump in. As they playfully pushed each other Mia’s legs bumped into Donna’s sending a shiver of excitement through her semi-frigid body. As Mia turned and apologized Donna feeling more comfortable in the situation smiled a warm smile and reached out gently caressing Mia’s waist and said, “Oh, no problem you girls have fun!” She left her hand on Mia’s waist and couldn’t seem to retrieve it back. Donna was being the boldest she had ever been in her life and she couldn’t believe she was doing to Mia what so many horny men had done to her. Mia took it as just a friendly gesture from a nice American but she would be shocked if she knew how friendly. As Mia moved away Donna’s hand dropped like a shot fowl.

Donna was nervous and embarrassed about her newfound aggressiveness but also excited and anxious about pursuing something recently so forbidden to her.

As the girls teased each and as Mia maneuvered to avoid Camella’s reach she used the sitting Donna as a foil. As such Donna had a close up look as Mia’s ass cheeks jiggled to and fro. Looking first at her breasts and then slowly down the length of her flat stomach Donna scanned the picture into her memory. Although their horseplay was somewhat immature Donna enjoyed witnessing it and in fact hoped it wouldn’t end.

Evie and Stella have spent the night making love but in the morning Stella is awoken by Evie’s live in landlady, Diane who is also a police sergeant. Stella and Diane have a history dating back to Stella’s drinking days when she came up against Diane and lost badly. However all that is water under the bridge as Stella prepares to interview Nicki as a replacement boarder at her place. Things hot up though when a chance encounter at Nicki’s place of work brings a ‘curious’ Mei Lin into the picture as well.

It was a morning after like no other. For Stella it was surreal to be sitting opposite Diane, who was still wearing her police uniform and tucking into a breakfast she’d cooked for them, fried eggs and bacon along with orange juice and coffee. The last time she’d seen Diane she had also been in a police uniform albeit with only one stripe on her sleeve, now she had three stripes meaning she was now a sergeant. Her hair had been mouse-brown back then and tied up into a bun, now it was tinted red and fell to her shoulders, framing a pixie-like face. She’d also lost weight if Stella’s memory served her correctly, around the hips although her breasts were still on the large size.

Diane was also quite talkative, and that was what Stella noticed the most, although to be fair she was at home and not on the job so to speak. Her body language and mannerisms suggested that the hard front she put on at work was nothing more than a façade and that was having an impact on Stella.

“I’ve known Evie since she was in high school,” she confessed, “I used to go to barbies at her house at least once a month, her stepdad and I go way back, he’s a retired cop.”

Which was a relief to Stella because she’d wondered why an openly gay woman was renting out a room to a woman who’d been curious. What made it more surreal was the way Diane played up to her, not in a sexual sense but more in the fashion of a guardian seeking to make her feel more at home.

“Whatever happened to Jenny?” Stella finally asked.

“I have no idea,” Diane shrugged, “I was there for reasons we both know about and when she didn’t press charges we left her to her own devices. She hasn’t popped up on the radar,” she looked up from her breakfast, “why?”

“It’s the matter of making amends,” she replied, “but my latest sponsor has said the best way to make amends is to stay sober.”

“Your sponsor is right,” Diane glanced up as Evie stepped into the room, “although if you want me to make inquiries I might bend the rules, you look very colourful today, Evie.”

Stella turned around as Evie approached the breakfast bar. She was wearing a brightly-patterned blouse that looked as if she was going on holiday instead of work. The base colour was brown and it was covered in red, yellow, and blue flowers as well as green leaves, two generous ruffles adorned the front of the blouse. The ends of the ruffles dangled over a conservative tan skirt that fell just past her knees, a pair of dark brown stilettos completed the outfit.

“Wow,” she shielded her eyes, “are you going on holiday or to work?”

“The latter,” she smirked, “but I’m in holiday mode,” she stopped behind Stella who was wearing the same clothes she’d had on yesterday but she’d elected to go without the waistcoat and the collar tie, the blouse was open to just above her cleavage for a more relaxed look.

“So, you two are,” she pursed her lips, “together?”

“We haven’t talked about it yet, it’s early days,” Stella leaned back as Evie rested her hands on her shoulders, “as they say in the fellowship.”

“Okay, well if you plan on moving house, give me some notice,” she looked up at Evie.

“Oh I’m not sure we’re there yet but you’ll get plenty of notice,” she squeezed Stella’s shoulders, “or I might keep her hidden in my closet.”

“Nothing wrong with hiding in closets,” Diane chuckled, “some of the hottest sex I’ve had was in closets,” she propped on her palm, “so, are you going to be home tonight?” Isobel has found a new babysitter and her husband is away until tomorrow night.”

“Um, I don’t know,” Evie glanced at Stella, “what are you doing?”

“I haven’t gotten that far yet,” she replied, “a day at a time,” she checked her watch, “what time do you have to be at work?”

“Quarter to nine,” she replied.

“Well we better get a move on if we’re going to beat the traffic.”

It was something they discussed on the way into town. Stella had been planning on going to a meeting but as she explained, it wasn’t as if she couldn’t skip the meeting and go to one the next night or even a lunchtime day meeting in the city.

“Just as long as you don’t skip too many meetings on my account,” Evie squeezed her leg, “my uncle Peter has told me what happens.”

Stella swallowed as she slowed for the traffic lights. It was so different having a girlfriend who actually understood the disease concept of alcoholism and yet, she frowned. What could go wrong and why was she so worried?

“You can skip tonight but not tomorrow,” Evie broke into bursa escort her musings, “but tonight we need to talk about where this is going. This is new for me but maybe not so much for you but I need to know where I stand and I don’t want you to tell me now.”

“I’m still trying to process it myself,” Stella admitted, “and you’re right, we need a day or so to think things over,” she stopped as her phone rang and a moment later she tapped the reply icon on the screen.

“Stella here, who is this?”

There was silence for a few seconds and then a female voice came through.

“Shit, sorry, I dropped the phone, it’s Nicki here from the café? We talked about meeting up to talk about this room?”

“We sure did,” Stella glanced at Evie, “I’m working today and I’ve got company tonight.”

“What time do you finish?” Nicki asked.

“Five or so, sometimes later but my friend is also in the city so we’ve got a bit of time to kill if you can make it into town.”

“That’d be perfect,” Nicki replied, “I’m working at the café until nine thirty, just come in and if there’s a spare table we’ll sit down for a chat but if not we’ll go into the staffroom.”

“No problem,” Stella replied, “I’ll text you if something pops up to sideline the plan and if you don’t hear from me then everything’s on, okay?”

“No worries, Stella. I’ll bring my references and all the bits and pieces, have a great day.”

“You too,” Stella farewelled her as the phone went dead.

She accelerated as the car ahead moved forward, another car pulled along beside her and Evie turned just in time to see the driver and his mate grinning at them. The passenger inserted his finger into the loop formed by the finger and thumb, she turned away as Stella spoke.

“I’ve got four extra bedrooms and my regular housemate has given me a months notice, twice now but now that I’ve got a potential replacement I might be able to let him go. He’s a nice guy and I’ve been dragging my heels because he’s so stable.”

“Okay,” Evie fiddled with the collar of her blouse, “I get that, I’d have to do the same with Diane as well, so, what’s Nicki like or haven’t you met her yet?”

Stella paused before replying.

“She works in the café near where I work. Nicki’s about your age and she’s been openly gay for years, her parents live in Omeo.”

“Okay,” Evie replied, “so, does what happened between us last night change anything for you with Nicki?”

“No,” she shifted gear, “the reason I was dragging my heels was because she was having problems with her girlfriend, Amanda, but things have been pretty good the last few weeks. I didn’t want to risk her moving in and finding herself single and alone with me.”

“It’s all right, I understand,” Evie reassured her, “I’d be the same if I slept with Diane, which I’m not in case you’re wondering.”

“I wasn’t,” Stella grinned, “but thanks for the reassurance. Nicki is a bundle of laughs though, you’ll get to meet her tonight,” she glanced at her, “and if you see something I’ve missed, do me a favour and mention it?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, her vibes, the way she talks. I may not take your advice but I will listen.”

“Sure, whatever but you’ll take a chance anyway and it’s not up to me.”

They lapsed into silence for the rest of the journey. Stella was mentally projecting ahead, not just to the meeting with Nicki but three years down the track when she’d broken up with Evie and was now involved with Nicki.

Quit projecting, she reminded herself as she pulled up not far from the Swedish consulate.

“Well this is where we say goodbye,” she leaned across and brushed her lips across her cheek, “be good and text me if you get time, I may not answer straight away if I’m with someone,” she stopped as Evie suddenly turned and pulled her over for a longer kiss on the mouth.

“See you tonight,” she smiled.

Stella watched her walk away, feeling a mixture of passion and anxiety before a taxi blasted its horn and she glanced up in the rear view mirror.

“Don’t get your knickers in a knot,” she nudged the accelerator and drove away.

***

The tram squeaked away from the tram stop and Evie stared at the picture advertising the news for Channel Ten. Two women stood either side and behind two women with the slogan 10 News First above them all. She was instantly drawn to the white blouse tucked into a dark green skirt worn by one woman and felt a slight weakness, Jennifer Keyte had been a cornerstone of Melbourne news for as long as she could remember. The memories flitted through her like a slide show bringing with them a feeling of longing and anxiety. She’d always paid more attention to her than any of her male counterparts and yet she’d always thought that was down to her delivery and charm.

Evie picked out the café Stella had mentioned in a text, which also included a Google map link. Had she been curious for far longer than she suspected? She’d always thought it a recent thing, Evie stepped out onto the road and escort bursa merged with the other pedestrians crossing to the footpath and one woman also caught her eye. This woman was considerably younger than Jennifer Keyte with long black hair hanging loosely about her, she was dressed in office attire, a black, sleeveless sheath dress with a jacket draped over her arm. Her other hand was tucked into the crook of a woman’s arm and she was talking quietly.

Evie stared at their backs, wondering if these two women were gay but when they reached the pavement they stopped and farewelled each other with a brief hug. Evie frowned as she stared after the woman in the black dress. Desire had been very much in the forefront today and this woman was just another in a line of women at work who came across as desirable, although very much out of reach, except for Ola, the woman from technical services who actually was gay.

Ola had always been out of reach to most people because of her geek status and the fact she was able to monitor all their emails and web searches. And yet today she’d smiled at Evie when she stepped out for lunch and when she returned she asked her how she was getting on. It was the first conversation she could recall having with Ola.

Did Ola know she’d had sex with a woman or was this just a wild coincidence? She’d heard that people projected an aura that was detectable to certain people. Evie thought that a bit out there but even so, the fact Ola had stopped to talk to her was weird. She drew nearer to the café and as she got to the window an older woman in a white blouse over a black tee shirt smiled at her and Evie had the distinct impression it was that kind of smile. She returned the smile and then stopped in the doorway as the woman passed her. They looked at each other briefly and then the woman was moving further away leaving Evie staring after her buttocks.

Now that’s sexy, she thought and stepped into the café. However, when she looked around every table was full although the oxbow-shaped booths against the far wall weren’t all full and there was one in the middle that just had one occupant, a woman in an elegant white blouse, tan jacket and matching trousers sat drinking her coffee and playing with her phone. As if sensing her attention, she looked up at Evie but there was no smile, merely idle curiosity. She had long black hair that fell to her shoulderblades and distinctly Asian features adorned with a large pair of glasses.

“Can I help you?”

Evie turned to the woman speaking. She too had dark hair but it was brown and a lot longer. She was also wearing a white blouse along with a black tie and black trousers, the apron containing her notepad and pen however was red and Evie looked at her face for a moment.

“Um, I was meeting someone here but she’s not here yet.”

“Oh, I see,” she smiled, “um, we’re actually full but if you want to wait I’m sure we’ll have a spare table soon enough.”

“Okay, I’ll wait,” she winced at a familiar sensation, “um, do you have a toilet?”

“Sure,” she inclined her head, “down the back, I’ll punch in the code for you.”

The path they took led them past the booths at the back and this time the woman with the glasses did give her a good look and Evie smiled.

“Most of them stay for about fifteen minutes,” the woman went on, “but as soon as a table is free I’ll reserve it for you and your friend.”

“Thanks a lot,” Evie stopped as the woman punched in the code and then pushed the door open.

“No worries,” she smiled at her.

Once she’d emptied her bladder, Evie took a few minutes to wash her hands and brush her hair. How should she greet Stella? With a kiss or was this something that happened in relative privacy? Her eyes shifted as she tucked the blouse further into her skirt and then seeing that part of her bra was visible between the buttons she made another adjustment.

“You’re being childish,” she told her reflection a few moments later she stepped out of the toilet and into the café. Stella still hadn’t made an appearance and she sent her a text as she walked slowly past the booths.

Evie: At the café but it’s as full as a goog.

She paused by the booth where the single woman sat and then glanced at the door, contemplating waiting outside and then she became aware of someone touching her sleeve.

“Excuse me,” the woman pulled her hand away, “you’re looking for a table?”

“Um yeah, I’m meeting a friend here.”

“Just one friend?”

“Kind of,” she replied, “she’s got to see one of the waitresses here who wants to rent a room from her,” she turned to face her.

“Oh,” she smiled, “well why don’t you sit here?”

“It’s taken,” she returned the smile.

“By just one person,” she replied, “it’s a big table, I don’t know why they put me here when there was a smaller table by the window but if it’s any comfort I won’t be here long anyway.”

“Are you sure?” Evie asked her.

“Of course I’m sure,” she replied, “I wouldn’t have asked otherwise.”

“Okay, bursa escort bayan thanks,” she rounded the table and because she needed to keep an eye on the door she slid around closer to the woman.

“I’m Evie by the way.”

“Mei Lin,” she held out her hand.

“Hiya,” they shook hands, her accent was broad Australian and so she framed her next question carefully, “your parents are from China?”

“Malaysia,” she replied, “I was born there too but I was naturalised a few years ago.”

“My grandmother was born in Vietnam but I’m mixed race.”

“I thought so,” she glanced over as the waitress who’d let Evie into the toilet approached, “you can see it in your features.”

“I’m impressed,” Evie smiled.

“You found a table,” the woman smiled.

“Yeah,” she glanced down as her phone beeped.

Stella: On my way, be another ten minutes.

“What’ll it be?”

“Um just a cappuccino,” she replied.

“No worries,” she glanced at Mei Lin, “would you like a refill?”

“Um no thanks,” she glanced at her handbag, “I’ve spent enough today already.”

“She’ll have a refill,” Evie spoke up, “it’s my shout,” and then seeing the look on Mei Lin’s face she smiled, “you let me share a table, it’s only fair and I’ve been a recipient of random acts of kindness more than once in my life.”

“Oh,” Mei Lin nudged her glasses further up her nose, “thank you.”

“See, all’s well that ends well,” she straightened up as the phone in her back pocket rang and then she took it out and swiped the screen.

“Hey, Stella, where are you?”

Evie felt the hairs standing on the back of her head as she suddenly read the name on her name tag, Nicole.

“Oh, okay,” Nicole glanced at Evie, “this friend of yours, is she wearing a colourful blouse with flowers on it?”

Evie stared straight ahead as Nicole grinned.

“Well, bugger me, relatively speaking, I’m just about to bring her a cappuccino, you want your usual as well?”

She nodded and then farewelled her.

“So, you’re Stella’s friend,” Nicole studied her as she slipped the phone into her pocket.

“I am, Stella’s friend.”

“Well, today’s your lucky day,” she flicked at her hair, “it’s my shout,” she glanced Mei Lin for a split second, “two free coffees coming up,” she wiped the back of her hand theatrically across her brow, “you can thank me later,” she spun around and sauntered towards the counter.

“That was nice of her,” Mei Lin remarked, “the kindness of strangers?”

“Something like that,” Evie turned her attention to Mei Lin.

She looked to be in her early twenties but with Asian women it was impossible to know for sure. Her skin was flawless and her long black hair had a lustrous sheen to it. The white blouse had a half mandarin collar and it was fastened at the top with an oval shaped brooch that had a black stone in the centre. She briefly allowed her eyes to travel the length of her torso, her breasts were on the large size but her waist was smallish. She took in the blouse once more, the sleeves were chiffon but the cuffs were silk with dual button closures. The bodice was silk with diagonal ruffles on each side that started at the shoulders and finished just above her cleavage. The buttons were arranged in an odd pattern, five set close together just above her cleavage and the other three spaced out quite far apart. Mei Lin met her gaze and Evie smiled timidly.

“Where did you buy it?”

“My maternal aunt in Singapore sends me clothes once a month,” she tugged at one of the ruffles, “this is what she sent last month.”

“It’s amazing,” Evie stared at it, “may I?”

“Sure,” Mei Lin angled to face her and arched her back slightly. Her breasts pushed against the silk material, but Evie hesitated before reaching to finger one of the ruffles.

“Silk?”

“Sateen,” she replied, “but the sleeves are chiffon.”

It felt almost wrong touching her clothes after what she’d just done last night but then a smile nudged her lips as she moved up to briefly touch the collar, which was made of thicker material. She doesn’t know I just made love to a woman.

“The collar is a polyester blend,” Mei Lin spoke up.

“It’s a beautiful blouse,” Evie withdrew her hand, “it must have cost heaps.”

“My auntie works as a buyer for an international clothing company,” she nudged her glasses, “so it didn’t cost her much at all, I think it’s part of her employee discount.”

“Is your auntie from Malaysia originally?”

“She is but she moved to Singapore for work years ago, before I was born and stayed on. I lived with her for six months.”

“So,” Evie leaned back, “do you work in town or are you just in for the day?”

“I’ve just applied to college at Melbourne uni,” she fiddled with the crucifix, “business studies, it’s a family tradition.”

“What does your father do?”

“He works in middle management at the Commonwealth and my two brothers and my sister are all in banking. Mum works at a Saint Vincent De Paul charity shop.”

“Ah so,” she leaned back and glanced at the door, “and you’re the last in line or do you have a younger sibling?”

“I’m the youngest,” she reached out and tugged at the sleeve of Evie’s blouse, “where did you buy this?”

Disclaimer:

-This story is copyrighted 2000 by Mark Anthony. It may not be reproduced or posted anywhere else in any way, shape or form without express permission.

-This is a work of erotic fiction, involving explicit sexual acts between female adults. If it ain’t your cup of tea, read something else. If you are under 18 years of age, ditto.

-Send comments and feedback to [email protected]. All of it is welcome. Author’s note: Though I have done some research for this story, Castle Streinhenburg & Brachendauch are not actual real-life locations. Any omissions/errors in the story are mine.

Synopsis: Strange incidents are occurring at Streinhen castle, a German Castle turned Inn on the banks of the Rhine; Emily is plagued by dreams where she is ravished by a ghost who bears a striking resemblance to her friend Liana…

9. Awakening

Curled up in a ball beneath the covers of the bed, Emily Bryden was afraid to get up.

She hugged one of the three pillows resting on the canopy bed, clutching it against her body like an anxious child would a teddy bear. In her mind, disturbing imagery flashed on and on incessantly. Closing her eyes as hard as she could, she tried thinking of something else. But the thoughts continued to taunt her, and the heat radiating from her sensitive box served as a cruel reminder of the very real hold they had on her. She felt tears of desperation rise up, but she somehow could not bring herself to let it all out.

She eventually roused from the bed, walking about aimlessly on the carpeted floor, her solitary sulking darkening her mood further. She spared a glance at Liana’s undisturbed bed, and felt sudden pangs of worry and confusion squeeze her heart. Emily had the strangest feeling, like something had happened to her.

As much as she didn’t want to confront the strange dreams that had haunted her throughout the night, she still very much wanted to make sure that the central figure in all of them was safe and sound. Surely there were no sexual implications in that, were there?

Emily left for the bathroom and showered very briefly, as if the mere fact of her nakedness might spur more of the strange urges and feelings she was attempting ignore. She made sure the water was cold, and fought to stay under the icy stream as if it could wash away all of her dark, sensuous thoughts. Much to her chagrin, she felt a brief rush of arousal as she caught a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror, water dripping from her curvaceous body, nipples stiff from the frigid temperature of the shower.

She instantly chastised herself, wresting with that elusive part of her subconscious which had signaled her body to react with pleasure at the sight of her nudity.

I must be losing my mind, she thought.

Minutes later, Emily strode into the suite, and sat on her bed, wrapped in a silk, navy-blue kimono. She stared blankly at the window and the green hills beyond it. It was ten, perhaps eleven in the morning, and sounds from the busy medieval town in the valley below reached the top of the cliff where Streinhen castle rested. Emily carefully stepped into that dangerous part of her mind which contained her memories of last night, thinking hard of that last moment when she was fully aware and conscious.

Her eyes wandered to the desk beside the window where she remembered reading the diary. And there did the old book, with its brownish, musty cover, sit.

She shivered involuntarily, and fought the urge to panic. ‘It’s only a book’, she repeated in her mind over and over. Yet the memory of how it had drawn her into the dreamtime was surfacing, and with it fear and incomprehension.

The white candle which had burned next to it had melted down to a fraction of an inch, a hardened puddle creamy wax now resting on the varnished surface. Emily’s eyes shifted between it and the diary with mixture of dread and frustration. She felt thorn between getting to the bottom of the mystery which had so disrupted her life, and retreating to the safety of the castle lobby, filled with plenty of modern-day, real-life tourists who had nothing to do with ghosts and outrageously libidinous dreams.

Emily sighed heavily, trying to exorcise her fear in a single long breath, assembled her courage, stood up and walked over the desk. She reached for the diary hesitantly, opened it and began quickly flipping the pages. She punctuated her glimpses through the worn yellowing pages with long glances outside the window, hoping to shake any influence the book might have on her frail psyche by concentrating on something else every couple of seconds. But it quickly became evident that daylight chased away any such power the diary might have, and Emily found she could easily look away from the ancient scribbling whenever she wished. Furthermore, no strange apathy came over her. Moments later, she began flipping frantically though the personal journal, desperately searching for answers.

10. Kristin’s Diary entries

Anna, oh sweet beautiful Anna, how I long for thee! bursa escort Those few precious moments during the Barons’ feast, where we managed to elude our respective sentries to share a blissful embrace! I kissed thee, kissed every part of thy lovely body, and still thirsted for more! How can I live without knowing such pleasure everyday and every night? I have no choice but to crave thee, crave thy soft touch in every waking moment of my loveless, unhappy existence! Why does Father pursue his vendetta against thy family? Why did my heart find such love, and deny me the right to live it freely, under the sky, the sun, the moon and the stars? Why must I suffer thus?

Father was wounded yesterday by vile retainers of Count Schtaffen who had cornered him while he hunted for sport with his usual entourage. He has professed vengeful oaths anew, to destroy the Count’s whole family line, words which have only drowned my heart with further sorrow. Dear Father, how I love thee, but please do not pierce my heart with the sword that would fall upon my pretty Anna!

I feat Brother Hilmund has begun to suspect strange goings on between our house and Schtaffen’s, and I fear that he might be onto the secret I share with Anna. Precautions must I now take that this record of my most secret thoughts be not discovered by prying eyes. I have kept this diary in a safe place, but prudence counsels that I remove it to another safe place as the seasons change. God forbid he summons my Father to voice concerns real or imagined!

Sweetest, most consuming of passions! A kiss from thine lips, Sweet Anna, is enough to rouse me from death’s embrace and fill my heart with incandescent joy like the phoenix which rises from the ashes at the moment of rebirth! Though the master of the guards appointed by Father sought my person for a day, he will not speak of my momentary vanishing after I have instructed him so. Surely the threat of my Father’s wrath at having lost his precious daughter in a street full of commoners is enough incentive to keep that secret to the grave. If only he knew what pleasures I partook in his absence, if only he suspected the joy his dereliction has bought for me, thought furtive and ephemeral it felt to my restless, loving heart! Anna, I would risk the entire world for an hour at thy beside!

I have tasted and kissed thee, Anna, but wish above all to hold thee in my arms, hold thee as man holds wife, with love and contentment! Rumors of an impending visit by questing knights in search of brides to marry fill my soul with dread, but a look in thine eyes chases all away, replacing it with hope for a future hat must be shared, if need be, in secret. I pray that none will come to my Father’s door, claiming hospitality and the hand of maidens to carry off to their lands. I pray for a continuation of our love, eternal as the flow of the Styx, the rising of the sun, and the shining light of quixotic moon in the cloudless night sky.

Cruel Fate! Cruel Destiny, Chance and Circumstance! A fortnight ago, a man clad in armor and bearing the sword and standard of the Heimdall line shouted for servants to accommodate him after a night’s ride from Boerhen. Seeking an audience with my Father, he forthwith demanded the right for my hand, in accordance to the Germanic tradition, providing proof of his line’s ascendancy over numerous baronies and villages stretching from the banks of the Rhine to the Frankish lands. Father has agreed, on conditions that remain unknown to me, and I have since exiled myself in my chambers, refusing admittance to all but lowly servants.

Father is upset, and I can sense an ominous nervousness in those few servants who bring me food, and beg for me to acquiesce to his demands. I fear that my days may grow short indeed, but I cannot will my heart to cease loving Anna anymore than I can agree to marry this beastly man who seems to thrive of murder and blood, suffer his invasions upon my person or spawn his sons into this world.

Emily reached the last page of writing, all of the rest unadorned by the Germanic writing. She pondered the meaning of the few entries she had just read with apprehension, the unmistakable ominous tone of the final entries arousing worry. There was a fleeting impression as she gazed upon the pages once more, as if she were remembering elements of an old fairy tale she had heard as a child. Somehow, part of her mind told her she knew the details of this strange tale, though she could not readily summon a specific memory of it.

She blinked in a heartbeat, perplexed as she focused on the last line of writing in the diary. Suddenly, the awareness came that every word on the page was transcribed in medieval German.

In a quick motion, Emily snapped the old book shut. The heavy thump echoed in the large suite, and a dusty smell filled her nostrils. She threw it back violently upon her bed, and took deep breaths, trying not to hyperventilate. Strange dreams, weird tales of Gothic lesbian affairs, seemingly ancient diaries written in arcane tongues-yet easily readable by 21st century escort bursa contemporaries… it was all too much.

She looked about, cursing inwardly for the hundredth time and wondering where Liana had gone!

She reached for her suitcase, pulling out fresh clothes with sudden and furious energy. Though shy of nature, Emily Bryden prided herself on being able to exert a surprising force of character when the situation called for it.

One way or another, she was going to get to the bottom of all of this.

11. Ghost Tales

Emily caught sight of the tour guide standing nonchalantly the Inn lobby, and signaled him at once with a gesture of the hand. He waited patiently while she joined him, next to a stone support column which rose and vanished up into the high stone ceiling above.

“What can I do for you miss…?” the guide asked, with a hint of recognition that Emily knew went back to their own visit of the battlements two days earlier. He paid attention to the fact that the woman wore a dark green wrap skirt and a snow-white shirt with supple cuffs, chastely buttoned up to the collar. He could not help but paused briefly to admire her beauty, her blond hair tied back in a simple but stylish knot, her shapely figure graceful and poised. But her delicate features were marred by a disarming look of worry that found its purest manifestation in the deep blue of her pretty eyes.

“Bryden” she stated simply, in guise of introduction. She stared at him resolutely, but her embarrassment was clear when she resorted to a hushed tone. “I was wondering if there’s ever been reports of… strange events occurring in the castle?”

He looked at her mutely for a moment, scrutinizing her. “Uhh… define ‘strange'” he whispered, his voice uncertain.

Emily sighed, and resigned herself to a more direct approach. “I… heard rumors that this was a haunted castle. Two tourists were talking about this incident that transpired here in 1967 or something…”

“I’m afraid I haven’t heard anything of the sort in all my years here Miss Bryden.”

Emily mustered up all the disappointment she could and let it rise up in her eyes as she pouted. The man’s discomfort at disappointing the young woman was immediately, painfully evident.

“Ah,” he quickly added, “Well… although I don’t *personally* know of any strange happenings here, I know of a local legend which finds its origin in a tragedy which took place at the beginning of the fourteenth century.”

Emily’s eyes betrayed her sudden, grave interest. Her hands clasped the man’s arms urgently. “What tragedy?!”

Passing tourists turned their heads towards them while the echo of her exited voice traveled down the corridor.

“Uhm, you understand” the guide began, his voice still hushed, “that the details are sketchy at best, since reliable accounts have been either destroyed, damaged or lost through the centuries. The gist of it, however, is that the daughter of Markwald Streinhen, the most powerful robber baron of the region, died in unfortunate circumstances, sometime in 1305.”

Emily swallowed hard. Her mind worked furiously, one part assessing the truth of the story the diary had partially revealed, the other thinking back to her thoughts and impressions in the dreams that haunted her nights.

“What kind of unfortunate circumstances?” she said, pressing the guide.

The man’s eyebrows shot up, conveying his bewilderment at her apparent agitation. “Some surviving records imply that a knight who had sworn allegiance to an enemy of the Streinhen family may have killed her purposefully, but that seems doubtful since Marlwald was the most established and powerful local authority of the region at that time. Moreso even than the old Count Schtaffen, who was his chief rival. In fact, historians believe that this story refers to the murder of the Count’s daughter, not Markwald’s. The former was old and frail, and evidence suggests the murder of his daughter may have been carried out at Streinhen’s behest.”

Emily’s whisper was like the cold breeze on an icy lake. “Anna…”

The guide nodded curtly, his eyes gazing to the firm grip she held on his arm. “Yes, Anna Schtaffen… you have studied the local history then?”

Emily fired back with a question of her own. “Kristin… Kristin Streinhen was the daughter of Markwald, wasn’t she?”

“Yes, that is correct.”

“How did she die?”

The man frowned as Emily’s hands squeezed his arm desperately.

“It is believed that she threw herself from the East Tower and into the precipice below. Since then, popular myths have propagated stories of her ghostly presence within the castle walls.”

Emily Bryden nodded curtly and finally relinquished her hold on his arm, obviously shaken by his response. He began mouthing some kind of an apology as he rubbed the sore limb, but she merely gave him a stunned look and silently strolled off, her hands dangling loosely to her sides.

12. Searching

Liana had pulled a perfect disappearing act.

Emily would bursa escort bayan have been fuming had she not been so concerned for her friend’s life. The guide’s words were an forbidding omen, a tale that rang true in her mind and soul. On a very basic, almost unconscious level, she hardly even questioned the possibility of having fallen, along with her friend, under the spell of a ghost intent on toying or using them. The rational part of her mind, which began at once to attempt to figure out where Liana might have gone, concluded that it was best to operate on the assumption that she *wasn’t* going mad, just in case there was, in fact, a ghost haunting the castle.

In her heart, a more serious battle raged. Buried beneath the fear and worries stirred a strange, fascinatingly new perspective; a key had turned in a locked door, and it had opened ever so slightly. Emily Bryden has banished the thoughts from her mind consistently, but they just seemed to crop up in her mind again and again. she could not deny the reality of her multiple climaxes in the last two nights, no more than she could ignore the acute sensitivity of her breasts, thighs, pussy – practically her whole body. But the truth of her sudden, hidden yearnings seemed too shameful a concept to sustain prolonged scrutiny in her own mind.

As she attempted to draw information from the castle gatekeeper who had seen Liana drive off in the rented car that very morning, as she quizzed the morning busboys and waiters in the dinner hall for clues as to her friend’s destination, Emily fought not to think about those enthralling nights past, of their unreal yet exciting quality… when she had experienced the soft, intimate touch of another person

She had been certain of her instinctive distaste of male companionship, but the absolute bliss she had experienced in dreamtime now pointed to a new path. If the focus of her search for Liana was aimed at warning her of the dangers of staying in Streinhen, and of initiating immediate departure from the premises for another place to reside in for the night, then why was her heart pounding faster every time she visualized her friend’s face? Why was a subtle current running up her legs, converging in her womb, sending delicious, forbidden thrills through her body, making her sigh despite herself?

All avenues save the involvement of the Hotel and police personnel were exhausted by mid-afternoon, the staff wondering if she wasn’t loosing her mind after she had questioned a sizable lot of them on anything from her friend’s whereabouts to the possibility of the castle grounds being haunted. Emily retreated into a lobby, defeated, and slumped in a cozy leather chair, feeling the tears of frustration welling up in her eyes.

She felt isolated, alone, and powerless… turbulent emotions raging inside her… struggling to breach the surface of her quiet, reserved facade.

“No!” Emily hissed to herself, alone in the richly decorated salon. She breathed deeply, focused on the moment, and felt strength and determination flooding back within her. Her arms clasped around her shoulders as she hugged herself for comfort. This situation called for firm resolve, and she was bent on to living up to her untapped potential.

She made for the main Hotel lobby, next to the administrative offices. Once there, she called a clerk and requested that reservations for two be made for a nightly stay at the Hotel Richtoffen, roughly twenty seven miles downstream from the castle.

“Certainly madam,” the clerk responded, in perfect English. “May I ask for what day?”

“Miss, actually” Emily snapped, sharper than she intended. “Reserve for tonight. I’ll be leaving as soon as my friend arrives, hopefully before nightfall.”

The dark-haired man’s expression grew troubled. “But surely Miss has heard the reports?”

Emily gave him a blank look.

He frowned, his bushy eyebrows coming together. “A bad storm will be hitting the whole region before sundown-a regional warning has been issued. With muddy, unlit country roads between here and Richtoffen, it would be extremely dangerous to drive.”

Emily fought for control of herself and succeeded, her facade remaining untroubled. She slowly turned, in a rigid sort of way which the clerk found a bit upsetting, and walked away without saying another word.

13. Stormy horizons

The whole sky was ablaze with blue lightning by 5 PM. All shutters in halls and suites were closed, except in the newly renovated sitting room of the West wing, which had a thick panoramic window that could easily withstand the high winds and torrential downpours, offering a spectacular sight. Emily had crawled into a heavy black leather chair not unlike the one in the lobby, facing the large pane of glass and the gloomy rage of the elements beyond. She still nursed the same drink, one hour after a waiter had brought it to her.

Outside, under a dark sky, wind blew fiercely and rain poured down violently upon the forested valley below. For the thousandth time, she glanced towards the large outside corridor — the main hallway that lead to the luxury suites Liana would have to pass through in order to get back to their shared accommodations. For the thousandth time she sighed in desperation.

“Danny, I need you now, I want to feel you inside me.” Hayley’s voice was urgent and pleading.

He looked her, her arms outstretched, her naked body with those tanned breasts, her legs apart and ready for him.

“At last,” he thought as he lowered himself and guided his erection towards her pussy.

Danny woke in a mixture of anger and frustration. This dream had haunted him and taunted him for almost two years, always ending just before he could consumate his fantasy, at least in a dream. He looked at the three photos of her on his bedside table. His hand moved to the only reality of his dream, his erection.

TWO YEARS BEFORE

It had started a week after he graduated and joined Supreme Corp as a junior trainee manager. His first days were stressful and nervous as he met new people, tried to work out who was important and tried to understand what he was supposed to do.

He had parked in the company carpark, at the back, as was appropriate for a junior trainee manager and was walking to the office building, his mind focused on the tasks of the day ahead. His revery was interrupted by the loud blast of a car horn. He stepped back as a red Porsche Boxter sped through at three times the carpark speed limit. He watched as the Porsche was parked next to the office entrance. The parks reserved for important people.

His first sight of Hayley was a long, elegant leg extending from the Porsche. She stood up and looked around, her gaze resting on him briefly. Her hair was blond, cut in a high fashion bob coming to half way down her neck, her blue eyes were penetrating, her broad cheekbones and slim nose were aristocratic and her expression was haughty. Out of character, but really enhancing it, were her full red lips.

She was wearing a white, full sleeved blouse which was close fitting, showing off a tiny waist and prominent uplifted breasts. Her black business skirt clung tightly to her rounded backside. She bent over to pick something from the car giving Danny an even better opportunity to study the effects of her skirt.

Now holding her laptop computer, she glanced at him again. Danny was still staring, transfixed in awe.

“Why don’t you watch where you are going. You’ll cause an accident.” Her voice was strong and her gaze was domineering.

“I think you might have been going over the speed limit,” said Danny, his voice croaking as he pointed at a sign.

She looked at him steadily for 10 seconds. “What did you say?”

Danny knew she had heard and didn’t feel inclined to repeat it. With a swirl of her skirt Hayley marched through the entrance foyer. Danny looked at the wording on the sign of her carpark: “Executive Assistant to the CEO.” He didn’t feel good as he walked to his office.

It took him an hour to regain his focus and start working. The legs, the body and the breasts. And her face. Her arrogant expression seemed to enhance her beauty.

“I guess she’s 10 years older than me, but I’ve never seen anything like her.”

Then he remembered her reaction to his comment and worried that there might be repercussions.

Two days later he noticed her going into his manager Jack’s office.

“What does she do here?” he asked his supervisor.

“That’s Hayley Stewart and she’s the untrained pit-bull terrier. Tony Jacobs is the CEO and she’s his assistant. More than that, his right hand. She makes sure people get things done. Whatever you do, don’t get on the wrong side of her.”

Danny felt something heavy in his stomach.

Five minutes later Jack and Hayley came out of his office. She stared around the room. Then she pointed at Danny and and spoke agitatedly to Jack. Whatever it was in Danny’s stomach, it now felt heavier.

Later that day Jack called him into his office for a “friendly chat”.

“So you’ve met Hayley Stewart already Danny?”

He nodded.

“She says you almost caused an accident.”

“She was driving at 60 in a 20 zone.”

“She usually does.”

Jack smiled. “Danny, Hayley’s title may only be “Assistant”, but she’s a powerful woman. She has the ear of Tony Jacobs who trusts her completely. She likes her power and she likes new staff to know it.

“You are a trainee, she’s a senior executive. It’s not your job to tell her about her driving.

“But don’t worry too much. She’ll find someone else to bully before the week is finished. She doesn’t usually bear a grudge, she just likes to throw her position around. Just don’t disagree with her.

“And she is no go territory. She’s married to a millionaire stockbroker. You’ll be in trouble if you even think about trying anything.”

It was Friday night. On both the previous nights Danny had masturbated with images of Hayley’s backside, her breasts and her lips in his mind. As he made love to his girlfriend Sophie, he imagined he was between the legs which had emerged from the Porsche.

He found Hayley on the corporate staff site, copied her photo onto his computer and managed to superimpose her head onto the body of a porn star who was altyazılı porno in particularly wanton and inviting pose.

Supreme Corp was a big company and often he would not see her weeks. Occasionally they would pass in a corridor. She didn’t even acknowledge his existence. Once he had to take Jack’s report to her in her office. She kept him waiting for half an hour as she spoke on the telephone.

“Why is this late?”

As he was the messenger, not the author, he didn’t reply.

She stared at him for a few seconds then turned to her computer. He was dismissed.

At the Supreme Corp Christmas function Hayley wore a low cut evening dress and looked even more stunning and sensuous. Geoff, her wealthy husband was there. He had movie star good looks, expensive clothes and a large gold Rolex watch. Hayley was always holding his hand. When they danced she rested her cheek on his shoulder and seemed to push her body into him.

“She’s rubbing herself right up on his cock!” Danny thought and imagined that happening to him.

They danced close to his table, Hayley’s eyes were closed in apparent bliss. She happened to open them to see Danny’s gaze. Her face froze for a moment, then she made a big show of pushing herself even closer to Geoff and nuzzling his cheek.

Geoff and Danny happened to meet in the queue at the bar. Geoff was the opposite of his wife, friendly, unpretentious and a relaxed conversationalist. Danny’s confidence was bolstered by a drink too many and they spoke easily.

“I suppose you know my wife Hayley Stewart?”

Danny feigned bewilderment. “Hayley Stewart?”

“She’s Tony’s exec assistant. Works on the fifth floor.”

“Supreme Corp is a big company. No, I’ve never heard of her.”

Unfortunately Hayley chose that time to join her husband. She didn’t acknowledge Danny.

“Darling, I’ll introduce you to a colleague of yours, we’ve been having a good chat and somehow he hasn’t heard of you. Danny, this is my wife Hayley.”

Danny extended his hand and was rewarded with a brief touch as they shook hands.

“Danny is it? Yes. I can’t say I’ve ever noticed you.”

Geoff looked at Hayley in surprise at her rudeness, but she took his arm and led him away.

Danny was worried. He went over to Jack and told him what had happened.

“You idiot. I’ve told you not to be smart. She regards it as her job to put junior staff in their place. And the more men ogle her, the more she acts like that. Don’t get me wrong, she’s been turning heads since she was a teenager and loves it. She thinks that gives her power over men. So stop ogling her. Everytime I see you anywhere near her, your eyes are sticking out.”

“What will she do?”

“Nothing now, probably, but she’ll remember.”

Sophie had also noticed.

“You spent all night staring at her,” she pouted.

She insisted on being dropped off at her home. Danny didn’t mind as later that night the hand that had touched Hayley did its job.

The company magazine had many photos of the Christmas function. Danny found two more shots of Hayley and again superimposed her head on the bodies of uninhibited porn stars to help him with his solo sex.

Danny was bright and hard working and he was promoted to supervisor after a year. His contacts with Hayley had continued to be just passing in the corridor where each made obvious efforts not to notice each other.

As a supervisor he was required to attend a meeting where Jack presented the departmental budget to Tony Jacobs.

“I want you here to dig out any supporting figures they ask me for. Don’t say anything except to answer questions. Hayley will be there and she’ll ask the tough questions. And don’t stare at her”

There were four people at the meeting: Danny, Jack, Tony and Hayley. It was the first time Danny had met Tony except for saying “Good morning” if they met in the corridors. However Tony made an effort to make him feel at home and congratulated him on his promotion.

During the pleasantries Hayley studied files, except for one moment when she raised her head and briefly looked at Danny. Unfortunately Danny had been glancing at her tanned cleavage at exactly that moment. Hayley’s expression wasn’t pleasant.

Tony conducted the review which went amicably and Jack answered all the questions easily.

“You’ve forecast Texas sales to go down. That can’t be right, that’s been a big growth state for us.” Her voice cut through the room.

Jack looked at Danny.

“Ah um, our biggest customer has sold out to his competitor who doesn’t buy from us.”

“Show me.” She extended her arm. She was wearing a sleeveless blouse and in that position Danny could see her armpit and a hint of breast.

He fumbled through his supporting notes and produced his detailed workings. Tony and Hayley looked at them briefly.

“Major variations in budgets should have supporting notes referenced.”

There was a silence. All eyes were on Danny.

“Didn’t you read the email I sent out on this? mobil porno Do you think I send these out for fun?” Her voice was slow and measured.

Danny realized his mistake and started to apologise. His manager kicked him under the table.

Tony amicably changed to another topic, but he did ask Danny some questions directly. Danny was well prepared and answered easily although he was aware of Hayley’s steely gaze.

Tony and Hayley reviewed the meeting.

“That Danny is bright. And he knew his stuff.”

“He should have referenced Texas.”

“Jack should have picked that up. No, I like him, I think he’ll go places.”

“He’s immature and a Smart Alec.”

“Hayley, I know how you treat trainees. I don’t mind, they need to learn their place. But you were pretty tough on him there. Lay off him a bit. I don’t want him to leave.”

THREE MONTHS LATER

“Where is it?”

Danny had sensed her presence before she spoke. He swiveled around in his seat. Hayley’s blouse covered breasts were at eye level. He looked up to be confronted by her withering gaze.

“Fuck she is so beautiful,” was all he could think.

“Where is it?” her voice was penetrating. Other staff in the office turned to watch.

The “it” was a report Jack was preparing for the Board of Directors. But he had become ill with a serious bout of influenza. Hayley had emailed Danny telling him he had to write it.

It had been a struggle. The report covered subjects Danny had no knowledge of and which he had to research. He had been working to midnight for the last three nights.

“I’ll have it finished for tomorrow morning.”

Hayley’s tone was measured. “Tony Jacobs, who is the CEO you might know, set a deadline for this afternoon.”

“I’ve had to do a lot of research on new subjects for me.”

“I can see that might be a problem. There’ll be a lot of things you don’t know much about. This report is for the Board of Directors. They don’t expect reports to arrive late.”

She paused. “This won’t look good for you, young man. Your first big project and you stuff up.” Her eyes seemed to pierce right though him. Danny thought she was even more beautiful.

“I’ll have it finished by nine tomorrow morning.”

“I’ll tell Tony. If it’s later, I suggest you look for another job.”

By working through the night Danny finished his report. He took it to Hayley at nine.

“A lot is riding on this for you young man. I wonder if you’ll cut the mustard.”

Tony read the report then discussed it with Hayley who had read a copy, looking for errors.

“Jack didn’t write this. He’s not up to this level.”

“Jack’s been sick. Danny wrote it.”

“Danny! I thought he was good, but not this good.”

Hayley had already come to that conclusion. She also knew the hours he had put in.

“He worked all through last night and to midnight for the three nights before.”

“Hayley if I’d known about Jack being ill, I could have waited until he came back.”

“I wanted to see if he could cut the mustard.”

Tony looked at her. She was so smart and he was glad she was on his side.

“Well, you work in devious ways Hayley, but it has worked this time as it usually does. Young Danny has shown he has what it takes, don’t you agree?”

Hayley had to agree.

Tony came to Danny’s desk four hours later.

“Hayley told me the hours you put in on the report. Thanks. But more than that, it was really top class work. Go home and have a sleep.”

Danny felt a glow of pride.

“And Hayley had put in a good word for me? Perhaps . . . No, don’t be stupid thinking that. She was just doing her job.”

Three weeks later he again sensed Hayley beside him before she spoke.

“Danny, Tony has said that you will be able to give me the information for this.”

Danny swivelled in his seat. Her breasts were again at eye level but he didn’t let his eyes stay there.

She showed him a printout of an email.

“OK. You’ll find this in these files here.” His hands skimmed over his keyboard.

“Wait a minute.” She was writing furiously.

She pulled up a chair to sit beside him and grabbed the mouse to work back up through the files.

Danny was fighting an internal battle. She was sitting only a few inches away. She was wearing a short skirt and he could see a lot of tanned thigh when he glanced down.

“Is there anything else I need?”

“Well, I have done some research and wrote a file note for myself.”

She rose and thanked him.

“She called me ‘Danny for the first time, she was polite, she even said thank you.” He tried to think what that meant. At first he dreamed that she might, just might be feeling something for him. Then he realized that she was just been professional with a fellow employee.

He was exactly right with the latter. Hayley had been married for 12 years and had no intention of changing that. She had been completely faithful for 12 years and had no intention of changing that. Danny sex izle had passed her test of professionalism and she was treating him as an equal. She did not feel the slightest attraction for him. She had sensed his infatuation with her, but she was used to that. She had noticed his glance at her thighs.

“Well, young Danny you’ll grow out of it sometime. Look, but don’t dare touch,” she said to herself.

Hayley looked at his file notes on her project. They were good and she phoned Tony.

“Tony, I think you should read Danny’s notes.”

SIX MONTHS LATER

Tony promoted Danny to work on special projects for him. Danny moved to the fifth floor to an office three along from Hayley’s.

Her professional attitude towards him had changed completely. He had passed her tests of competence and she respected him for that. He found that she had an encyclopedia like knowledge of Supreme Corp and just about all its staff and was happy to help him.

He also came to appreciate that although her title was “Assistant” that she was far more than that. The other senior executives all respected her. If she asked for something it didn’t have to be as a mouthpiece for Tony. She had authority in her own right.

She also learned to appreciate his analytical skills and sometimes asked for help on her work. Sometimes they both worked late and would have a chat together over a coffee. Professional and innocent chats.

Because he was seeing her so often he became accustomed to her appearance and his ogling stopped. But his infatuation with her didn’t. His appreciation of her as a person increased. He found she had a delightful sense of humour and was usually charming and considerate. Except to junior trainee managers.

He threw away those constructed photos of her with pornstars’ bodies as that was insulting to her. He had no new girlfriend since Sophie, he just wasn’t interested.

He worried whether he would get callouses on his right palm, so often was it used.

Geoff used to come in once a week to take her to lunch. He usually dropped into Danny’s office to have a chat. He was friendly, congratulated Danny on his promotion. In all ways the perfect gentleman. Of course Danny hated his guts. Even more so as he saw them holding hands and Hayley kissing him in welcome. They were obviously a devoted couple.

In just about every way their marriage was perfect. They were a devoted couple who adored each other. Hayley had a strong sex drive and was an unihibited and passionate and faithful lover. With Geoff’s huge income their lifestyle was one of luxury houses, luxury cars and luxury holidays. Hayley never looked at the price of anything. If she liked something, she bought it.

Six months previously, a grey cloud had come to the perfect marriage.

It was caused by by a big sharebroking deal which Geoff had won for his firm. In true sharebroking traditon he took his department to a lunch at an expensive restaurant. There were 10 in his team, three brokers, two support staff and his five research staff. They were all young, in their twenties, except for Sophie Brown. She had just graduated from high school and was on a six month contract until her college course started.

Sophie was very bright, very confident and very attractive. She wasn’t overawed being the youngest and she easily joined in the celebrations. Geoff was highly regarded by his staff, because he was a good people manager and, because he was successful, they had very big bonuses. Most women found him very attractive: successful, a company director,rich and extremely handsome and Sophie was no exception.

Geoff realized that if he wanted to, he could have pretty much his choice from any of the single women in the company, and a good number of the married ones as well. But he had no interest. He was devoted to Hayley and their sex life was exciting and all he needed.

“Why go out and buy a hamburger when you’ve got steak at home?” he asked his friends and those who knew Hayley agreed.

He went to the restroom and when he returned took the only available seat at the table. His research manager was on one side and Sophie on the other. He chatted to both, but then the research manager got into a detailed discussion with his neighbour on the other side, so Geoff spent a lot of time talking to Sophie. She was good company, bubbly and enthusiastic. Geoff learned that she was a gymnast which explained her slim figure.

She listened carefully as he spoke, looking him in the eyes. Her expresssion was one of fascination with her eyes opened wide. At first Geoff found this a little disconcerting, but relaxed and felt flattered. And Sophie was very attractive.

Sophie was also flattered by Geoff’s attention. He was a director and she was the most junior employee, but he was treating her as an equal. He was rich and successful and very good looking.

There was a rule in Geoff’s company. If you have more than two drinks at lunch, don’t come back to the office. They didn’t want anyone contacting a client or making a decsion under the influence. By three p.m. that two drink limit had been well and truly passed. Geoff saw that one or two staff were starting to get drunk and called the lunch off.

“Let’s go home folks, see you at work tomorrow.”

A bit of history to start. I was introduced to the world of cocksucking at a very young age by my foster father. Let me say that the experiences were a mixture of terrifying, deeply unsettling, and educational. The education included both the passive and active role, neither by invitation or choice. The experiences were so shocking that I do not ever recall a feeling of pleasure. But I suppose to a significant extent the experiences established the framework for my lifelong attitude toward sex, sexuality, and sexual orientation. I adore women and have been happily married for the vast majority of my adult life. I am happily married now. But for all of my adult life, I have enjoyed the fantasy and reality of cock sucking. I have a passionate interest in porn, principally female and heterosexual porn. The female nude is an endless source of interest, wonder and fantasy. While there is the occasional memorable gay porn, I do not find the male body particularly attractive or sexual. I find myself revolted by body hair, large men, and muscled bodies. I do not find men sexually attractive in any way. Except for the cock.

In some cultures, young men have older male mentors. In some, the younger male orally services the mentor. The cultural idea is for the young man to absorb the wisdom of the old through the oral sex act as a rite of passage into adulthood. I recall when reading of this how sound the idea appeared. The removal of all of the taboos, stereotyping, and guilt. Just a part of growing up. How much easier life would be for all of us. But alas it is not so in our western Christian culture.

My career as a cocksucker by choice began through porn. I remember the day as though it were yesterday. I was married, living in Columbus, and attending College. I discovered a porn theater and began spending the odd afternoon once or twice a month enjoying graphic porn. It was a revelation to me that beautiful women who would not give you the time of day will, for a pittance admission fee, appear nude and get hammered in every orifice, often more than one at a time. My greatest porn pleasure was and is to this day, to strip and jackoff while watching. In the dark theaters, I would surreptitiously remove my slacks and sit nude from the waist down, wanking away on my cock. I would often climax five or six times, timing my climax to the performer on the screen. Of course I became an expert at wanking my cock, keeping the pleasure at a high level for long periods of time, without letting it flow over the edge.

On one occasion I was very pleasantly watching a porn film in the theater. The theater was unusually crowded that afternoon and I had not dared strip but rather pulled free my shirt and opened my slacks. That allowed me to expose my cock under my shirt and play with it. Of course I regularly looked around to make sure no one was observing what I was doing. Eventually someone sat in the seat next to me. I froze and looked straight ahead. But after some time a surreptitious look told me that my neighbor was a guy perhaps a bit older than myself and another glance revealed that he was caressing a clearly hard cock through his jeans. Somewhat reassured that exposure was not likely; I resumed wanking under the cover of my shirt. I noticed that my neighbor was doing the same. The thought of the two of us sitting side by side, wanking our cocks was arousing. Eventually I deliberately became careless with my shirt, exposing my hard cock so that my companion could see it. I had no intentions beyond this bit of thrilling exhibitionism. Surreptitious glances confirmed that my theater companion was indeed watching, and at the same time caressing his cock through his jeans. Encouraged, porno 64 I withdrew more of my shirt to give my companion a clear view and to enjoy the exhibitionism experience more fully. I should confirm at this point that I have long had fantasies of exhibitionism and wanking in public

I should say at this point that I am slim and reasonably good looking. Like most attractive young men, I received the occasional propositions from gay men. These were never an interest to me. And yet here in the dark theater with no male face to associate with the offer, some kernel of interest took hold and grew. Eventually my neighbor pushed his leg toward mine in what was a clear invitation of interest. I began to consider that receiving a blowjob might be preferable to wanking off into my supply of Kleenex. I did not retract my knee. My neighbor clearly took this as encouragement and eventually touched my leg with his hand. A brief caress and squeeze followed, enough to confirm what I took to be a clear offer. Confirmed in my interest, my neighbor got up, gently, but clearly, giving my leg a modest pull to indicate that I was to join. It took me a moment to zip up. More than a moment as my hands were shaking in anticipation of this unknown that I was about to participate in by choice. A crossing of the boundary.

A short time later we are alone in an apartment. We are in the bedroom of the apartment, to which we both adjourned immediately entering and without a spoken word. He immediately began to undress. I did the same, still in a state of high anxiety. The room was silent but for the sound of the clothes being removed and his body reclining on the bed. No shame or hesitation. Here was a male body in front of me. He was nude and aroused. I recall the utter amazement I felt at the sight. He was hard with anticipation of sex with me. He wanted to kiss which I did but did not find arousing because of the bristle on his face. Still, the fascination of it all was there in full force and his cock was a magnet. I touched the shaft with my fingers which he clearly enjoyed. I looked down at his rigid cock as my fingers and hand touched and caressed it. I recall thinking that his cock was absolutely beautiful. I teased the shaft with my fingertips, gently squeezing the head in my fingers and rolling the head back and forth using the ooze from the tip as lubricant. I could smell the arousal. He lay on his back and urged my head down with his hand.

This experience all started back in the theater. The thrilling and safe opportunity for a long hoped for bit of exhibitionism. When the offer came, I thought we might go into the men’s room where he might quickly suck me off. Instead he headed straight for the exit, telling me to follow his car. Now we were nude in bed and I was being urged to do something that I had done before as a child, on those occasions without choice. Here there was choice. I should say at this point that the bedroom was not the residence of a single gay man. It was clear from the surroundings that a married couple lived here; I assumed the companion I was with and his wife. I was fascinated by all of this. The nude male body next to me. His hard cock was mesmerizing. I had thoughts and imagery of the people who lived here. The sex acts that occurred on the bed I now occupied. I slid down the bed and knelt between his legs. Nude myself, my cock was hard, throbbing between my legs. His cock was standing straight up and slowly throbbing. I looked up at him as I moved my mouth toward the head of his cock. He was breathing softly with his eyes closed. I recall a feeling of separation from reality, almost out of body.

I touched my lips to the head of his cock, and slowly porno izle slid my lips over the head, taking it in my mouth. I could taste the skin and the male essence. I teased the head of his cock using soft caresses of my lips. Slowly up and down on the head. I could feel him strain under me and arch his back up, clearly wanting more depth. My hands were on the bed on either side of his hips. I slid my lips down the shaft of his hard cock and felt him shudder under me. The room was in absolute silence but for the sounds of his breathing and my mouth on his cock. And yet the silent sounds of the act were deafening. The walls of prejudice, fear, and denial were collapsing around me.

I hardly knew whether my clumsy efforts were actively giving him pleasure or merely serving as a receptacle for his organ and eventually, if I persisted, for his ejaculate. I just knew that I was completely overwhelmed by everything about the act. And I knew that there was no way that I was going to stop. The hard cock in my mouth seemed to me to be exactly right, an exactly right thing to do. The sensation of the rigid shaft sliding against my lips was captivating. I could taste the maleness of him. The cock was leaking fluid and I could taste it. The smell of his skin was uniquely sexual male. I recall thinking how unique the taste of cock and male fluid were. My experiences as a child were so obscured in terror and taboos that I do not recall anything other than being forced to participate in the physical act. Of course I had tasted my own juice and ejaculate during my frequent wanking sessions, but it was nothing like this. The clear evidence of pleasure on the part of my hip thrusting companion was electrifying.

The feel of his cock thrusting into my mouth was overwhelming. I wanted the experience to go on. I wanted to enjoy the sensation of the rigid cock thrusting in my mouth for as long as I could. So I used the most delicate pressure of my lips on the thrusting shaft that I could. For me, time seemed to stand still. There was only myself, kneeling between his legs, leaning forward, hands on either side of his hips. My mouth on his rigid cock. As slowly as I could sliding my lips up and down on the rigid shaft. Enjoying the sensations, the smells, the sounds, of cock sucking. Occasionally I would caress the bottom of the shaft with my tongue. And for variety, caress the head of the cock with my lips, as teasingly as I could manage to prolong the experience while enjoying his immediate pleasurable reaction. A heartfelt gasp of pleasure, a plea to not stop, the occasional pressure of his hand on my head to encourage. And in each case, the eventual return to the slow and infinitely pleasurable experience of my softly caressing lips on the thrusting shaft. All of these and more were thrilling parts of the cock sucking experience that day.

He began moaning and his hip thrusts became more urgent. He thrust his hips higher into the air; I assumed an effort to drive the cock into my throat. That was not something that I could do and so we danced, my companion and I. He thrust with increasing energy, moaning, and I moving my head up and down to avoid the shaft going in too far but keeping my lips sliding up and down delicately on the cock shaft. Eventually I reached between his legs with one hand and cupped his sack. I caressed and squeezed very gently, all the while maintaining the gentle pressure of my lips on the shaft of his cock. With the caressing of his balls, he dug his heels into the bed and began short, rapid hip thrusts. It was clear to me that he intended soon to ejaculate his semen into my mouth. Oddly, I had thought not at all about this outcome, so taken was I in the sex izle physical act of his hard cock sliding between my lips. Existence was centered on the hard shaft, my lips, and the in and out motion of his cock in my mouth. But now we, my companion and I, were coming to a new experience. For him I suppose his objective all along. But for me something entirely new and inevitably bringing with it an end to my desired objective which was to have his hard cock in my mouth. But of course, such is life. My companion went rigid and emitted several loud gasps. His hip thrusting ceased entirely and I tasted the flood of his ejaculate. I looked up and watched his face as he ejaculated his semen into my mouth. His eyes closed, the muscles of his face and neck working as the pleasure flowed through him. His body jerked again and again as the climax spasms racked him. And all the while I held him there, his cock in my mouth, spewing his semen.

It is the most remarkable thing that it is the rare woman who is skillful at blowjobs, in my experience. All of my long term female companions have been willing to engage, with more or less enthusiasm, in sucking me off. I believe in the vast majority of cases, my female companions genuinely wanted to give me pleasure. And of course it was pleasurable. But none fully appreciated the male anatomy or physical reaction of the male to climax. Men of course know exactly how it feels, both in the immediate and conclusion phases. In the case of my companion, I kept him in my mouth as long as possible, both during and after his climax. My mouth was full of his ejaculate and I kept my lips softly caressing the shaft of his cock. I avoided touching the head of his cock which in my own case, I find intolerable after I have climaxed. So I applied pressure with my lips on the shaft of his cock, squeezing firmly on the base of the shaft and drawing my lips slowly, halfway up the shaft of his cock. Then releasing the pressure and moving my lips back down to the base to squeeze hard again, and again and again.

Eventually his cock began to soften in my mouth and after a lengthy, and in my case entirely enjoyable period of cock sucking, he withdrew from my mouth. For my part, I could have gone on for much longer. I sat upright and considered the semen in my mouth. Some of my female companions would, at the conclusion of bestowing a blowjob on my cock, swallow while others would spit out, with more or less delicacy. In my case, I swallowed, both then and at the many times since that glorious day of introduction to the exquisite pleasures of cock sucking. My companion’s cock had shrunk as had his ardor. I laid down next to him, as anxious for reciprocal experience as I can ever recall in my life. But such is the reality of life, that my post climax companion was transformed into a fully committed married heterosexual. He quickly extricated himself from the bed, quickly dressed, and by example, clearly invited me to do the same. Which of course I did, with haste. And without a single word we parted, never to exchange another word or glance.

And so what to think of this. In retrospect and after some considerable reflection, I very thoroughly enjoyed the cock sucking experience. I enjoyed every single aspect of the cock, the experience of the cock, the feel of the cock in my mouth, thrusting of the cock between my lips, the climax in my mouth, the taste of his juice, the post climax resolution. All of these things I found exquisitely pleasurable. I resolved that I would explore cock sucking more thoroughly. I decided that in the circumstance, it was rude to not at least offer a reciprocal. But future experience would prove that that is a common outcome, and in any case my principal focus was cock sucking, not reciprocal gay sex. In short, I did not care that he did not make an effort to get me off. The cock sucking experience was a revelation. A come full circle life experience.

Luke had continued to correspond with Randy. About six months after their first meeting, Luke and a couple friends were going back to Randy’s city for a concert. Luke told randy he would text when they arrived and if possible would try and get away for a few hours. After arriving and checking into their hotel, Luke texted randy and they agreed to meet in the parking lot next to the hotel.

Luke told his friends he was meeting a family friend and would be back before the concert. He walked outside and across to the parking lot where he saw randy standing. He walked to him and randy asked if he wanted to take a quick ride. Leo said sure and they walked toward a blue van. As they got close, Luke noticed there was someone in the drivers seat and realized it was Randy’s friend Bill. Luke opened the side door to enter and Randy got in friend. Luke shook Bill’s hand and quickly realized there were no seats in the back as it was a work van. He knelt on the floor between Randy and Bill as they drove a few miles to a mall parking lot. Randy told Luke to go to the back and lie down on the blanket and pillow on the floor. Randy and Bill were closing the curtains on the windows as they made their way to the back.

Luke was lying on his back in a polo shirt, khaki shorts, boxers and boat porno izle shoes with no socks. Randy straddled Luke just above his waist facing him. Bill slipped off Luke’s shoes, ran his hands up his inner thighs inside his shorts and boxers. One hand rubbed his cock and the other caressed his hairless balls. Randy pulled up Luke’s shirt and began to tweak his nipples.

Bill unbuttoned Luke’s shorts, unzipped them, slid his thumbs in each side and pulled them to his ankles and then off. Luke said he was nervous they might get caught but Randy told him not to worry. Luke, naked from the waist down with Randy straddling his chest, Bill pushed Luke’s legs apart in a spread eagle position. He then swallowed Luke’s cock to the base as he tugged at his balls. Then, Bill began to run his tongue around the ball sack, underneath it and slowly made his way to the hole. He then took Luke’s legs and placed them over his shoulders and began to tongue his hole.

Luke looked up at Randy and told him to just relax and enjoy it. Bill was just exploring a little. Luke had never had anything like that done before but it did feel good. Bill stiffened his tongue and began to slide it in the hole. Luke was so relaxed and enjoying it, he didn’t realize that Bill had began to unbutton and unzip porno his own pants. Bill slid his pants and underwear down to his knees. He leaned up and asked Randy a question that Luke couldn’t hear. Randy responded it’s in the bottom of the toolbox. Bill leaned over, opened the toolbox and retrieved a small bottle of lube.

Opening the lid, he put some on his finger and began to rub Luke’s hole and then slid a finger inside. Luke tensed up and asked what he was doing. Bill never said a word or pulled out. Randy told Luke to just relax that this was the next step after hand jobs and blowjobs so just close your eyes, relax, don’t tense your hole and try it.

Bill worked his finger in deeper soon he added a second finger which caused Luke to whine. Randy told him that Bill was just stretching him some. Luke felt pain at first but then began to relax. Bill withdrew his fingers, took each of Luke’s ankles, got on his knees between his legs. Luke suddenly could feel Bills hard cock head at his hole. Randy leaned forward laying on Luke and kissed his neck then whispered in his ear that Bill was going to start entering inside him. Bill began to push his hard throbbing purple cock head foreskin retracted dick in to Luke’s hole. Luke immediately tensed and winced. Randy continued to try rokettube and coach him whispering in his ear to relax don’t tighten up. It would hurt at first but he would soon get used to it and enjoy it. With his cock head inside the hole, Bill whispered to Randy he was ready to go in. Knowing that Luke would most likely yelp or holler, he leaned over to give Luke a full mouth kiss with tongue, at the same time Bill went all the way in until his silver hairy pubes were brushing Luke’s smooth hole. Luke tried to let out a yelp but Randy’s mouth was fully covering Luke’s mouth. Bill pulled out and Luke relaxed until Bill put a freshly lubed cock in him balls deep again. Randy rolled over to the side and told Luke he wanted to watch Bill do him. Luke looked up to see Bill on his knees slowly beginning to thrust in and out while he jerked Luke’s cock.

After about 10 minutes the thrusting became more vigorous and rough. Bill jerked Luke’s cock hard and fast. Almost in unison Bill told Luke he was about to fill him up and Luke said I’m cumming. Bill stroked and pumped until they both were emptied out. Bill pulled his cock out, wiped it off, pulled his pants up and got in the driver seat. Randy threw Luke his shorts and climbed back in the passenger seat. Luke put his shorts and underwear on and slipped his shoes on as they pulled into his hotel. Randy got out and gave him a hug then drove off.

Luke feeling sore and satisfied, went to his room and showered still feeling a load deep inside his ass.

After our run in the park, I didn’t hear from Ryan for almost two weeks.

We had walked out of the park together with Dick’s arm around my waist. He had tucked his hand into the back pocket of my opposite cheek. The pocket wasn’t meant to be functional, of course, the pants being as tight as they were. So Dick’s large hand was clearly outline as he pinched and fondled my ass while I giggled and leaned into him. I knew because he told me about it, asking me how I felt that others could see him doing this to me. I had blushed and said “Okay, I guess.” Secretly I was very pleased, proud that this teen stud was claiming me as his for the world to see.

He dropped me at my car and leaned up and into him on my tip toes to thank him for the run. We had kissed and when it broke I had asked whether I would see him at the gym in a couple days. He said that, respectful to my wishes, he would give me some space. He’d be in touch though. He gave my ass a slap and went off.

I was dumbfounded. In the whirlwind of that day I’d all but forgotten about my resolution to bring our relationship under control. I drove home and snuck in the house as the reality of the situation washed over me. I had hooked up with a teenage kid. A MALE teenage kid. And I had practically been dressed as a girl the whole time. All the while my beautiful and loving wife slept at home. Shit. What the fuck was I doing?

I knew I should be thankful that Ryan had taken my request seriously and was giving me space to short out our relationship. I knew I should take advantage of that time to connect with Carlie. Initially, as the days of radio silence from Ryan went by my mind was incredibly preoccupied with him. I kept flashing back to being between his legs, staring up at his hard body and glorious cock. In the showers I groped my ass with my own hands, imagining they were Ryan’s. However as the days progressed beyond a week, my obsession waned. I continued to go to the gym and being disappointed each time I didn’t see him there, but my raw feelings towards him dulled a little. I still thought about Ryan constantly – his strong body, handsome boyish face, deep blue eyes, long hard cock – but, trying as I was to accept the situation, it began to develop into more of a fond memory, rather than regret.

I felt I was making progress, so when I finally received a text from Ryan, I was relieved about what he was asking. He had a school dance coming up – the halloween dance. He said that, even though it was against school policies, he was going to drink. Aware of this reality, the school encouraged the students to arrange for parent or adult escorts to the dance, so that the surpervising adult could generally keep an eye on things and drive home, if necessary.

Ryan’s parents were out of town and so he wondered whether I would escort him and one or two of his friends. This seemed like a step in the right direction, even if I felt a tang of disappointment that this was the reason for his reaching out to me.

Ryan gave me his address, and told me to come over at 6 the following evening – a Friday. As usual, Carlie would be at work so I agreed.

—

The next night came around and I drove through the expensive neighborhood and arrived at a large gate, as if the entrance to a museum. I saw a buzzer and tried it. “Hello?” a familiar voice asked. “Ryan it’s me! Jerry.”

“Hey babe, come on in. I’m just about to hop in the shower but someone will let you in.”

With that the doors swung open slowly and I slowly drove in. I drove down a winding road through trees and coming to a clearing where finally I spotted Ryan’s house, or should I say mansion. This place was huge! I had suspected Ryan was wealthy but this was another level.

As I pulled up to the house I spotted a young woman with brown hair who appeared to be waiting at the front door. I parked the call and walked over. “You waiting for me?” I asked.

She rolled her eyes slightly and, impatiently, said “follow me.” She turned on her heel and began walking into the house. I picked up my pace to keep up with her, staring at the large house all around me. You could fit dozens of my small apartment into this place, I thought.

I looked ahead again and realized I was falling behind. I focused again on the girl and tried to catch up. I noticed she had a really great body. Thin and lithe, she stepped in long graceful strides. I felt clumsy trying to keep up. I wore a suit for the occasion, which seemed to further limit my mobility, as it was getting tight around my ass.

We finally arrived at a door to a room. I collected myself, thinking I would be seeing Ryan again after around a week and a half. Even though I knew I was there only to provide a simple favor, I was nevertheless excited to see him.

But when the girl opened the door, we stepped into what was clearly a girl’s bedroom. The walls were light purple and the four poster bed had curtains and lace hanging down from the top.

I stepped in after the girl, confused. xnxx “Ryan says you need to get dressed into your costume.” she said, her voice had a slight edge to it.

“My…costume?” I asked. “I didn’t bring a costume.”

“There’s a costume here for you.” She responded, simply. She pointed to the bed. I walked over and saw on the bed a rather small thin dress with wide horizontal stripes alternating in color between yellow and black. Next to the dress was a pair of long stockings and white wings with gold trim that appeared to loop around your arms.

“You’re kidding, I assume.” I said.

“Ryan said you need to wear this, given that you’re taking him to a halloween dance.” She replied.

“I’m going as a supervising adult, I don’t need a costume.” I replied.

“Listen.” She said, impatient. “I’m sure Ryan is aware of all these things, so lets get going there’s a bunch of work to do here.” Her gaze traveled up and down my body as she said these last words.

Now that I got a good look at her I gauged her age at low-mid twenties. She had piercing green eyes and her body was as impressive from the front as it had been from the back.

“Um…okay, I guess.” I said. Unsure of what I was agreeing to.

The girl sat me down and brought over what looked like a foot stool. Shockingly, she proceeded to take off my socks and began to work at my toes with clippers and a nail file.

“What are you doing!?” I asked.

“Do you really need to ask? Obviously I’m giving you a pedicure. The manicure is next.”

I stared, confused about what was happening. The girl was efficient though and had finished up my feet, including a layer of light pink nail polish, and moved onto my hands in only 10 minutes. She made fast progress there too and this time applied a soft yellow, very subtle. I had to admit my hands and feet looked and felt great after this.

Next she brought over a make up kit and pulled set a seat in front of me so that she face me.

“Whoa. The makeup’s not really necessary, right? It’s just a costume.” I said.

“You already got the mani/pedi and now you’re saying the makeup is a step too far?” She asked. It was a fair point. “Besides, costume will look dumb without it.”

She began applying makeup, concentrating hard on my face as I stared back at her. It was a weird feeling. I had never worn makeup before. I became increasingly squeamish when she applied eyeliner, but managed to make it through without twitching so that she stabbed me in the eye.

Finally, she fastened hair extensions to my head. They integrated with my medium-length hair well and fell to my shoulders. I didn’t object, it seemed like less of an issue than the makeup.

But then she told me to strip. I began taking off my clothes but left my boxers on. “Down to your birthday suit.” She said.

“What? No fucking way.”

“How do you think this dress will look over your boxers? They’ll just be poking out the bottom. It’ll look ridiculous. Do you want to embarrass Ryan?”

She was right of course. “Put these on” she said, holding out a small piece of black fabric. “These are control briefs. They’re small enough that they won’t poke out anywhere but big enough to be…supportive.” She said this last piece with a half grin and I blushed, taking them from her.

I turned away and pulled down my boxers, embarrassed. As I pulled on the panties though I had to admit, they felt wonderful. Soft and smooth against my skin, they cupped my ass comfortably and gently.

“And here’s the bra” I hear the girl say. I spun around and saw she held a bra that appeared to have the tits built in. I was going to have to put on fake boobs? I thought.

“Is that really necessary?” I asked.

“The costume won’t even fit you without it.” She answered.

With trepidation, I reached out and took the bra from her. It was heavy. I pulled it around myself but wasn’t sure how to tighten it. Only two thin clear strip ran across the back, linking the sides of the bra together. The girl helped, pulling it tight from behind somehow and fastening it. As she did so the boobs contoured to my body and all the sudden I was looking down at my very own tits.

I couldn’t help but grinning. It was just so ridiculous. I guessed that was the point of the outfit, great for providing a good laugh.

“Alright,” the girl said, “put it all on.” At this point the girl had been working on me for over an hour so it was a relief to finally be past it. I pulled on the dress and it immediately contoured to my body, squeezing against my fake boobs, tight in at my waist, and wide again at the hips.

The girl glanced at me up and down. “Oh, lipstick.” She went to her purse and grabbed a tube of lipstick, applying it to my lips. “Press your lips together.” I did so.

“Okay, come look.” She beckoned me over to a mirror leaning against a wall and I walked over, extremely curious.

My mouth fell open. I stood in front of the mirror, amazed. I barely recognized brazzers myself. I stared at the wonders this grumpy girl had preformed. My lips were full and pouty. Somehow they even looked moist, though they weren’t overloaded with lipstick or anything. My eyes were dark and…brooding Somehow, my eyelashes long. Even my cheekbones and chin seemed accentuated. My hair was lengthened with auburn extensions and fell wavy down to the top of my chest.

My chest – it stuck out gloriously. I felt the weight pulling me down in front and stood up taller, resisting. The yellow and black striped dress stuck to every curve and seemed to support and press together my voluptuous breasts, pushing out even more now with my upright posture. The dress was high-necked (as it had to be given that the cleavage would be fake) but low-backed. Apparently, I had a distinct hourglass figure now.

As I turned around to look from the back I sucked in a breath. I had always hated my shoulders, which were thin and bony. I now realized this was a perfect trait for a girl, making me look dainty and sexy. Tracing downwards I also realized I had developed a thin, toned, feminine back. To thin lines of muscle ran up either side of my spine, which itself was just slightly visible. The hair-removal cream I’d been using (once a week) also provided nutrients that had my skin looking the best it had ever had.

My pale, thin back sloped into the lovely round curves of my ass. Damn. My ass had continued to grow and develop under Ryan’s close tutelage. The dress hugged it hard, outlining each cheek in a sumptuous fashion. The hem ended just below my butt and unless I repeatedly pulled the dress down, the folds where my ass cheeks met my legs would keep peeking out. As the girl had predicted, the panties weren’t visible.

My legs too looks surprisingly good. It was another trait of my body I had never liked – no one wanted long legs on a guy. But in this costume they were long and shapely. The thin pale stockings reached high and ended just below the dress. Though sheer and pale most of the way up, the top of the stockings were lacy and sexy.

“Now put these on.” The girl held out a pair of dainty but high wedges. I sat down obediently and as I slipped them on I appreciated the necessity of the pedicure. My feet looked soft and dainty, encased now in these beautiful and sexy shoes.

I stood up, unsure of myself. But the shoes felt surprisingly comfortable. And they weren’t as high as I’d first thought, only 2-3 inches off the ground. As I walked around experimentally, I realized they felt quite natural. I looked at myself in the mirror again and saw that the shoes accentuated my legs and pushed up my butt further. I raised my eyebrows, appreciatively.

“Okay, lets go.” The girl said.

“Huh?, where?” I asked

“To show Ryan.” She answered shortly.

“Umm…do You think he’ll like it?” I asked nervously. Why did I ask that? Who cares? It was a costume. I should really change into something else more appropriate. “Actually, are there any other costumes I could wear?”

“Just follow me.” The girl answered impatiently. Ignoring my questions.

I hesitated only a moment more, then followed. I couldn’t shake the growing thought: God I hope he likes it.

—

Ryan was sitting in his desk chair facing his computer when I stepped into his room. He swiveled around to face me. His hair was wet and a towel hung around his neck, covering most of his body. He wore loose fitting grey sweatpants. His arms were on full display to his shoulders though, bulging with muscle and glistening with water from his shower. My eyes focused in on him intently and my heart hammered against my chest. After almost two weeks the rush of excitement at seeing him hit me all at once. “Hi Ryan.” I said softly, and in a higher pitch than normal. It just seemed to make more sense to use that voice when dressed up like this, for the sake of the costume of course.

He saw me and looked me up and down slowly. I waited, embarrassed.

He gave a small smirk. “God damn, babe. Looking fucking good. Come here let me see you.”

I tried to keep my composure (though I had a difficult time suppressing the incredible pleasure that came with Ryan’s words).

“Ryan,” I said, a small shake in my voice, “I don’t know. Why do you want me to dress like this?”

I glanced over at the girl who had worked so hard, if unhappily, on my outfit and makeup. She had one eyebrow cocked, curious to see where this went.

“It’s a halloween dance, babe. You have to dress up!”

“But I’m just the supervising adult escort for you and a friend, right? Why do I need a costume?”

“A lot of the adults wear costumes too.”

Though I wanted to accept this, my discomfort with this costume forced me to persist. “But why a costume like this?”

“My slutty older sister here didn’t have anything else you could wear. Plus I thought you’d look good in it.”

Under other circumstances I may have asked sikiş izle why he only considered his sister’s costumes, but I was immediately distracted. His sister? I glanced over at the brunette and saw she was staring daggers back at Ryan.

“Fuck you” she said.

“Not right now, I don’t think. But soon enough, slut.” I was surprised by the aggressiveness of Ryan’s response. I’d never seen him like this.

Still looking at Ryan’s sister, I saw she colored and lost her composure a bit, but she continued to look at Ryan, disgruntled. Something else, though, as well. Hopeful?

“I don’t know why I agreed to do this for you, ass hole.”

“Oh I we both know why, Kasi, don’t we?”

So her name was Kasi. I thought I should extricate myself from this fight between family members. “Ryan, I’m gonna…”

Ryan interrupted. “Jesus girls, calm down won’t you?” Ryan stood up and took off his towel. My eyes immediately scanned him up and down, taking in his rock hard body, impossibly large and defined for a teenager. My mouth went dry and any further words died in my mouth. Somehow in the time I hadn’t seen him I’d forgotten just how impressive his body was. I noticed his sister, Kasi apparently, had also clammed up. I glanced over and saw that her gaze too was locked onto her younger brother’s body. Her face had gone slack, all traces of anger gone.`

He walked over to me so that he stood right in front of me. I looked up his chest, paused at his lips, then into his intense blue eyes. “Now, lets see you.” his hand reached past my face as he felt the luscious brown hair that his sister had secured. His fingers rand through the hair on top of my head then ran down to the side, sliding through the soft waves. “Very nice, Jerry.” I blushed. Though I thought-Jerry? He never called me that.

As if thinking the same thing, he said, still stroking my hair “Jerry isn’t really right when you’re like this, right? What should we call you? Hmmm…Janelle. That’s sexy right?”

I instantly liked the name, if only because Ryan had said it was sexy. Instead, though, I said “I don’t know, Ryan. This is just a costume. My name is…”

“Shhhh” he brought an index finger to my lips, silencing me. “You’ll get used to it, Janelle.” Ryan ran his finger along my lips slowly. I closed my eyes and was just opening my mouth when he removed his hand. Was I about to suck his finger? I asked myself.

His hands came to rest on my hips. He ran his hands up my sides, feeling with his firm hands my new, hard-earned curves and sending shivers through my body. As his hands reached the sides of the fake tits, he brought them forward and rested them on top. He smirked, his eyes again glancing at mine as he gave them a firm squeeze. I let out a slight sound, my breath catching as I suppressed a moan.

The bra was designed in such a way that the pressure applied apparently traveled through the fake boobs almost unimpeded so that I felt it directly on my own chest. Seeing him squeeze the breasts and feeling his touch at the same time was an effective mind trick. Even knowing what I knew, the sensation was that these large tits were really my own.

“These are fucking perfect.” Ryan said, kneading and pinching. I stared down at Ryan’s large hands squeezing my large perky breasts, then looked up again at Ryan’s handsome face. I was illogically pleased with his reaction to my large tits. My eyes fluttered closed and open again.

One of his hands left my chest and I he turned me by the arm so that I faced his sister. She was staring at us intently, her eyebrows arched almost pleadingly – high on the inside low on the outside. She was biting her bottom lip with her chin slightly raised.

I felt Ryan’s strong hand trace down my bare back and I automatically arched my back in surprise. I didn’t move, though. Ryan’s other hand was still on my left breast.

His hand continued its path down my back and came to the top of my ass, now pressed out with my back arched. He slowly ran it over my ass, cupping from the bottom and squeezing.

My eyes closed and I couldn’t help but moan audibly now. “UUuuuhhhh”

Mine wasn’t the only moan though. I opened my eyes and realized that Kasi had moaned at that moment as well. She was clasping her hands tightly to one another, her knees pressed together, like she was trying to fight something.

I felt Ryan’s hands pause. Then I hear a low chuckle.

“Kasi? What’s wrong?” I could hear the smirk in his voice.

Apparently Kasi did too and she momentarily stood up taller, bringing her hands down to her side, looking over my shoulder at Ryan defiantly.

“Ass hole.” She said.

Ryan ignored her. “What I’d like you to do, big sister, is to look at how I touch Janelle’s sexy body here, and imagine I’m touching you this way. Just like you wished I would.”

Her eyes arched, surprised. Then they lowered again. “Go fuck yourself.”

Again Ryan ignored her. Gently, he repositioned me so that he stood directly behind me. I felt his huge hard body press up against me. I faced Kasi directly now, about 10 feet away now. I felt Ryan’s giant cock pressing into me, starting at the top of my ass and hang down past the bottom.

Chapter 02 – Mini Skirt Girl

It started pretty much by accident. Walt was sitting on the bench with his wife, Rhonda. They were enjoying the quiet evening, the weather was still warm, and the grounds of the hotel complex were so wonderful, you could just sit outside and enjoy it. It was around seven in the evening, and they were talking and sharing each other’s company. Rhonda had to leave soon; she had packed, and they were spending their last hour or so relaxing before she headed for the airport. Walt would drive her there in the rental car, drop it off (he’s have no need for it for the next few days) and grab a hotel shuttle back. Her flight was at nine-thirty.

They had been at the hotel two nights already. They’d arrived early Thursday, creating a mini-vacation around Walt’s business meetings that would start the next day. They’d spent their time just being together, relaxing, and having great vacation sex. When they were away from home Rhonda just seemed more relaxed, more open, and her desires tended to rise, to be more compatible with Walt’s. She’d even teased him about having sex with another man, a fantasy that had fueled their passion, talking about it while fucking, and when she sucked his cock. At the pool, and at the bar, she’d starting pointing out women to him, asking him he’d like to fuck any of them, describing their attributes, teasing him to horniness that made their sex hotter, more frantic, more urgent. But tomorrow was work for him, and home for her, and they were just enjoying the last of their time together.

Being a Saturday night, there were plenty of affairs scheduled at the hotel, and Walt knew that there were others, like him, who had used the business trip to take a few days before or after as personal time. Many people, from other companies as well as the vendors they worked with and the organization that arranged the meetings, took advantage of the opportunity to spend an extra night or two away.

What Walt didn’t expect was to see someone he knew from prior meeting. So they were sitting on the bench, talking, watching the comings and goings of hotel guests, commenting on the notable ones. It was no surprise to see a young woman in a miniskirt emerge from the wing of the hotel, headed for the main building where the bars and clubs were. What he saw approaching was one girl in a miniskirt and two others in slightly longer dresses, club clothes, likely on their way to a night of fun, and he tried to divert his eyes, trying not to let Rhonda see him looking at them. He tried to talk to Rhonda, distracting her and himself from the view of the three hotties as they approached, chatting with each other animatedly, as young women do.

“What time do you land,” he asked her.

“After midnight,” she answered, “I’ll text you when I land, and then when I’m back at the house.”

“Hi, Walt,” he heard before he could answer. He turned to the voice, and it was the miniskirt girl. She’d stopped in front of them. He looked at her, tried to place her face, but felt like he was seeing it for the first time, and struggled not to look at her long, slim legs stretching out beneath her skirt. The face was familiar. He struggled for a name, then found it.

“Vanessa?”

“Good, you remember!”

The sight of her made him uncomfortable to be talking to her in front of Rhonda. She worked for the organization that had arranged the convention, and he knew her slightly from past events. But he’d never seen her like this before. He only knew her in jeans and a loose company polo shirt, with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. His imagination went into overdrive as he drank in her appearance and tried to form words.

“Yes, of course, but I almost didn’t recognize you, you know, dressed. Dressed up.” He swallowed. “You look nice.” She was wearing a white spaghetti strap top that allowed some cleavage to peek out between her firm young breasts, with a black miniskirt that, while sitting, was almost at eye level, raised by strappy sandals with a four-inch heel. Her hair was done up, and she wore makeup that changed her pretty face to strikingly beautiful.

“Well, thanks,” she said. “My friends and I are going to a Company event, a party before the real work starts tomorrow.” She motioned with her hands. “This is Rachel, and that’s Brenda.”

“Oh, hi,” he managed. “Nice to meet you.” He heard a sound next to him, felt a squeeze on his arm. “Oh, sorry, Vanessa, this is my wife, Rhonda.”

“Oh, hi,” she chirped.

“Hi,” Rhonda said, with a friendly tone, “I thought for a second there that he might forget I was here.”

Vanessa laughed. “Are you staying? The weather’s been great.”

“Actually, no, I’m flying home tonight,” Rhonda told her, “on a late flight, but we’ve been here for a few days already.” Walt’s eyes wandered over Vanessa slyly as she and Rhonda conversed. He was very conscious of Rhonda at his side, as she pulled his arm closer while she talked. “It was great, it was the first time we did this, coming down early and taking a few days together.”

“It’s too travesti porno bad you’re leaving, you could come to the party.”

“I thought it was a company thing,” Walt asked, trying not to sound like he was ogling. “For employees.”

“Yeah, but everyone brings friends, it’s okay.”

“Sorry, but I have to bring Rhonda to the airport soon.”

“Maybe you could come at the end.”

“I’ll be back around ten, I think,” he told her, and felt a squeeze on his arm. Was he in trouble?

“Oh, it ends at ten,” she said, frowning. “They don’t want everyone up too late and tired and hung over when the work starts!” Her face brightened. “But if you get back early, stop by. At least you can get a free drink!” She turned to Rhonda. “It was nice meeting you.”

“Same here, have fun,” Rhonda answered, and the girls turned and left.

Walt sat in the silence, trying not to look as they walked away.

“Look at that tight little ass on her,” Rhonda said. Shocked, he turned to face her, and she pointed at the girls. Turning the other way he saw Vanessa walking, tight little ass indeed, and wondered why Rhonda was pointing it out to him. He turned back to her when the girls were out of sight.

“Do you think she’s hot?” she asked.

He sputtered. “Ahh, well, yeah, I guess,” he managed.

“Oh don’t be an ass,” she grinned, “Of course she is, and I know you noticed.” She grasped his arm with both hands, leaned into his shoulder, face up close to his. “I bet you’d like to fuck her,” she grinned teasingly. “Does she make you hot? Does she make your dick hard?” One hand slipped from his arm and brushed across his crotch. He glanced around quickly to see if anyone had noticed, but they were alone. She looked too, saw no one, and grabbed at his dick through his pants. “I think she wants this,” she told him, her voice lowered. “She wants you, she wants you to give her this.” She squeezed him and he felt himself getting hard. She noticed. “Oh, so you do want to give it to her!” She squeezed again, grinned and fondled his growing bulge. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Like what?”

“You can say it, go on. Tell me you’d like to fuck her.” He hesitated. “Go ahead, say it. You’d like to get this dick into that young, tight pussy, you’d like to fuck her brains out like you fucked mine out yesterday. Admit it.”

“Yeah, I’d like to fuck her.”

“You want her to suck your dick too?”

“You better believe it!”

“Would you eat her pussy? I bet you would.” Her hand left his crotch, and moved to his face, touching his lips. “I bet you’d like to get these sweet little lips on her cute little pussy and lick her till she cums,” she whispered.

Walt gasped, and turned to her. “What — what’s got into you?”

She laughed then, a fun, jovial bright sound that tingled his ears and settled in his heart, and he fell in love with her all over again. “Oh, Walt, you are so transparent, I love that about you.” She kissed him. “I was just teasing, you know, to get you excited. I’m sure she’s a nice girl.” She changed her voice to the mock-seduction tone. “But she probably can’t control herself around a handsome older man like you, so you stay away from her.” She stood up. “Come on, let’s go get my stuff.”

“It’s still early,” he told her, rising, trying to hide his erection.

“I know, but I want to suck your cock before I go, so I can remember the taste while I go home.”

“Oh, you say the nicest things,”

“Besides, that way you won’t need it as bad,” she snaked her arm into his as they walked. “Or, if you do fuck her, you’ll last longer!” They both laughed.

“Maybe I won’t be able to resist her,” he chuckled. “She be so overwhelmed by the animal nature of a man who’s twice her age, that she’ll throw herself at me, and I won’t have any choice,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, that’s what’ll happen,” Rhonda joked.

Back in the room, Rhonda went in first, and as Walt closed the door she dropped to her knees, facing him. He turned and saw her there, sitting back on her feet, and she looked up at his face, and reached for his belt, pulling him to her.

“Come on, get it out.”

“Really? I thought you were kidding.”

She began unbuckling him. “I am not kidding, I want to suck you off before I go,” she said, her voice coarse and thick. She unbuttoned his pants, pulled down the zipper. “I want your dick in my mouth, and I want to suck it until you cum,” she said, pulling his pants to his ankles. “And I want you,” she said, looking up at him, her hands poised at the waistband of his briefs, “to cum in my mouth. I want to taste it, and swallow it, so I can think about it all the way home.” She pulled his briefs down over his hard cock, and it sprang up into her face. She grasped it in her hand and said to him, “You think about me doing this after I go home,” and opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his dick, taking the head into her mouth. She licked around it, wetting it, and then began bobbing her head up and down the shaft a few times, before alt yazılı porno she pushed her head down as far as she could take it, her lips reaching about two-thirds down his shaft. Then she sucked hard as she pulled back up.

She popped off long enough to say, “As much as I want to deep-throat you, I just can’t, sorry,” and then opened her mouth wide, tongue out flat, and looked at him as she rubbed his cockhead on her tongue. He groaned, and clenched his hips. Then she vigorously licked the sensitive underside, just below the crown, felt him squirm, and then took him back into her mouth.

When his shaft was slick with saliva and his pre-cum, she circled his shaft with her hand and moved it closer to her mouth, creating a long wet sheath that enveloped his cock, ending in her mouth. She began bobbing slowly, stroking him with her mouth-hand combo, checking the depth to make sure she wouldn’t suddenly gag. She started picking up speed then, bouncing her head up and down, sucking as she pumped his cock into her mouth. He was grunting almost constantly now, she felt his hips jerk, and felt his cock suddenly swell, harden. She continued pumping, and when she heard him growl she felt him twitch, and the first hot jet of cum splashed into the back of her mouth. She pulled back till his cockhead was at her lips and opened her mouth wide, tongue flat, and allowed him to see his cum shooting into her mouth, a second blast, a third, and then the remaining spurts coating her tongue. He mouth was filled with the hot salty batter of his cum, it pooled in her mouth, coating her gums, her teeth. When he was done, she smiled, allowed a little to drool out, and licked her lips at him, before swallowing nasty mess. It took two swallows to get it all down.

Walt looked at his wife, smiling up at him, her lips slick with saliva and semen, and little drip at each side of her mouth, running down to her chin. God damn, she was wonderful! Beautiful, sexy, and fun, and still surprising after all these years. His legs were still weak when she stood up, and kissed him on the lips, lightly.

“You remember that,” she said. “Think about me, on the plane, still tasting your cum. When they offer me a snack on the plane, I’ll tell them, ‘no thanks, I had something before I left’.”

He pulled his pants up, and they loaded her bags into the car, and headed for the airport.

Two hours later he was back. The hotel shuttle dropped him at the main building, and as he turned to head back to the outer buildings, where his room was, he glanced at his watch. Only nine, he saw. He had assumed he’d be back much later, but they’d left a little early, and returning the car had taken no time at all. He had planned to get back to his room after ten, watch some TV, and go to sleep. Maybe read a little. He always brought books when he went away, but he and Rhonda hadn’t done much reading the past few days.

And so he stood in the lobby, suddenly with a choice. He could go back to his room early, read more, watch more TV, and go to sleep. Or he could try and find the room where the party was, the one Vanessa had invited him and Rhonda to. Will I be hanging out with children, he thought? Not likely, as it was a party for the entire organization, the people running it were all mature, even if the staffers were just out of college. Going to his room made sense, it was the sensible, mature decision. He turned to walk, and thought, it’s the old decision. It’s the stuffy, I-forgot-how-to-have-fun decision. It’s only an hour. I’ll have a couple of drinks, say hello, and go home when I originally planned. He turned back and headed up the hall, looking for the sign outside one of the ballrooms. As he hunted, he wondered if he’d be allowed in. Vanessa had said people brought guests. But alone? Well, he’d size it up when he found it, he thought, searching. If he found it.

Passing a side hallway, a sign at the end caught his eye, and he stopped and headed down. As he approached he heard club music thumping, and he started to think he’d made a bad decision. It was the last hour, and likely only the younger folks were left, and the music had changed to suit the remaining crowd. It didn’t seem anyone was at the door; he wondered if it was okay to just walk in. Maybe he’d just peek inside, and take a look. Maybe he’d go to his room after all.

As luck would have, as he approached the door swung in, and he was greeted by a loud blast of thumping bass, way too loud, as an older couple, though slightly younger than him, exited. He heard the woman say something about the ‘kid’s music’ as they passed. He stood in the open doorway, looking inside. The room was mostly dark, and as his eyes became accustomed he saw groups of people, one mixed, clustered near the bar, another, the older folks, clustered away from the center, and the third, the younger ones, on the dance floor, dancing in groups and twos and threes. He felt suddenly uncomfortable, like he was crashing a party. Well, technically, he was, he thought. He didn’t back out, üvey baba porno but he didn’t go in, just stood there, indecisive, until he thought he heard his name called. He turned to the bar crowd, and there was Vanessa and her two friends, what were their names? Rachel, he remembered, and Bonnie? No, Brenda. They were headed for the door. One of the girls, Rachel, he thought, looked a little over-indulged.

“Hey, Walt, you made it back. Is it ten already?” Vanessa asked as they approached him. He could barely hear over the music. He found himself almost shouting his response.

“No, a little after nine, I got back earlier than expected,” he told her.

“I’m glad you came, I didn’t want to leave, but I didn’t want to stay alone. We have to take Brenda back to her room,” she said, leaning in to him to be heard over the music. So the other one was Rachel, he thought. He said hi to them. Vanessa turned to Rachel and asked if she could handle getting Brenda to her room. Rachel laughed and said yeah, again, and they all chuckled, and Vanessa kissed her friends and they left, and she pulled Walt by the arm towards the bar. “Come on, have a drink,” she said, leaning into his ear. “Brenda is a lightweight who thinks she’s a heavyweight,” she laughed. “It’s not the first time we had to take her home early.”

They got to the bar, and Walt ordered a Vodka Collins; Vanessa ordered a white wine. They moved to the side, and sipped, chatting.

“I’m glad you decided to come,” she said in his ear, so close he could feel her breath. She had to raise herself up on her toes to talk to him, and steadied herself by holding his arm. He was aware of her closeness, and felt just slightly uncomfortable. He thought of Rhonda’s assessment that she would want an older man, and dismissed it as ridiculous. They were just talking.

“Well, I almost didn’t,” he told her, “I didn’t want to be the oldest guy in the room,” he joked, “but I didn’t want to admit I was so old that I couldn’t have a drink.” She laughed, and slapped his arm lightly.

“You’re not old, you’re just mature,” she told him, and then he laughed.

“Yeah, mature,” he said. “I’m so mature I haven’t recognized a song yet.”

“I hear that,” she told him, “I’m not a fan myself, but it’s just for the dancing, not listening,”

They chatted about work, about what he does, about what she does for her organization at this show, about what they liked and disliked of their jobs. They got another drink, and he wondered how many she’d had before he arrived. She didn’t seem too sloshed, so he guessed not too many. He hadn’t had much to eat and was starting to feel it, loosening up.

Eventually a song came on that he’d heard before, something by Outkast, he thought. “Hey,” he told her, “I actually know this one. Rhonda likes it, she always turns it up when it comes on the radio.”

“Oh, so she’s cooler than you?”

“I guess, at least on this,” he admitted.

“She seems really nice. Too bad she had to leave.” She ginned at him. “She’d probably make you dance!”

“Yeah,” he agreed, “She probably would!”

“Come on, dance with me,” she said, putting her drink on a nearby table, and pulling his arm. He held back, but she resisted, and he finally put his drink down and let her drag him out to the dance floor.

He danced casually, befitting his age but she would have none of that, and danced the way the rest of the younger folks danced, circling around him, touching him, touching herself, and occasionally rubbing up against him. His cock began to stiffen against his will as he watched her. Her young, nubile body moving, flowing so easily, her slim figure broadcasting sexuality. She couldn’t really be coming on to me, he thought, a little embarrassed to be dancing with such a young, pretty woman, but his ego told him different, and his libido followed, leaving his reason behind. He began following her lead, dancing like he was fifteen years younger, and not caring what others thought. He let himself go, moving his hips, his shoulders, and she let out a whoop for him, and picked up her pace. Soon she was pressing into him, then pulling away; when her body pressed against him he felt the heat from her through his clothes. His dick was betraying him, and he wondered if she would notice, glancing around to see if he had a clear moment to adjust himself and hide the bulge that was beginning to form.

Before he had the chance the song ended, and slipped into a slower song, and the DJ let them know this was the last one. He froze, thinking that she might press herself against him, and want to dance slow with him, and he nearly panicked when she took his arm, but she led him off the floor. She held his arm and they returned to their drinks, and she was laughing lightly, thanking him for a great dance. He blushed, to be complimented by such a young, pretty girl, and she noticed, and told him how cute it was. He blushed more, and felt his face heat up.

“I gotta get some air,” she told him, and guided him to the door, “come on with me.” She headed for a side door that opened into the night air. He felt the cool evening greet him as they exited, and was thankful for her idea. As the door closed behind them the quiet was immediate, and he hadn’t realized how warm he’d become while dancing. He felt his body cooling as his ears welcomed the lack of volume.

“Ouch!”

He flinched as the match he was holding burned down to his fingers. The faint scent of burned flesh mixed with the aroma of the vanilla-scented candle. At least he’d gotten the damn thing lit.

The points of dim light in their small bedroom made his shadow dance on each wall, and the wine already flowing through his system only added to the surreal environment. Rose petals littered the bed and floor, mixing with the vanilla wax in a scent that oozed sex.

The sun wasn’t down, but would be by the time she got home, and he didn’t want to be caught, so to speak, with his pants down. This was a night he’d had been planning for weeks. Nothing was going to ruin it.

He knew his wife would be home by eight, and also knew he was running the risk of her being tired, or worse, upset. Her weekly get-togethers with her friends rarely amounted to anything constructive, but it was her way to release and vent. They were good friends, but significantly older, and often begrudged her her youth and good looks. And her husband.

He looked at himself in the mirror. 5’9″, sandy blond hair. Not much in the way of muscles but a lanky toughness that resembled the athlete he had once been. He had actually lost weight since graduating from college, but was far from a health nut. His “lucky” boxers hugged his waist snugly. If Nichole thought he was hot, that was enough.

He checked his shave one more time and went to the freezer. The bucket of ice belched vapor when he opened the door, the opened (and sampled) bottle of wine at the ready. He checked his watch.

7:50. She had probably found the note on the seat of her car by now.

He rearranged the sampling of lingerie on the back of the couch for the umpteenth time. Surely there was something there she would be comfortable in. He personally hoped she’d choose the black one, but any would do. Hell, her flannel pajamas would do, but they weren’t an option.

He scooped up his bottle of wine from the coffee table and sipped. Riesling wasn’t his favorite, but it was hers. That’s what mattered. She’d had a tough week … they were all tough. Since he’d taken his new job, things hadn’t been as passionate between them as they had both hoped, but he had never had a day job before, and was learning to appreciate her early mornings and 10:30 bedtimes. With any luck, they’d be in bed much earlier this Friday night.

The ring of his cell phone startled him. For a moment he considered ignoring it, and would have if her name hadn’t popped up on the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“What’s this all about?”

“Just follow the directions.”

“What are you doing.”

“Just do it, I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

“You’re crazy. All right, bye.”

“Bye.”

He knew the tone in that voice. Tired, but curious and in a good mood. He thought of her breezing down the road with the top down on her convertible, her sassy “car hat” pulled down tight over her ears. He smiled.

He went back to the fridge one more time and pulled the tray of chocolate-covered strawberries from the top shelf. They weren’t part of her diet, strictly speaking, but he didn’t care. Frankly, he could have cared less if she ate a single one. He considered them more visual foreplay than anything.

He dimmed the lights and carried the wine and strawberries to the bedroom, where he shut the door. He flopped down on the bed and tried to relax. So much preparing for something that a couple married a year and a half usually did without thinking. And that was the problem.

Involuntarily, his penis twitched in his boxers. Lord, he was getting hard just thinking about it. He closed his eyes and reached into his pants, gripping his member. Damn, his hand was cold. He knew she hated that. Well, no better place to warm them up.

The relaxation was sarışın porno shattered by the rumble of the garage door and the grinding of tires on the gravel driveway. Shit, she must have flown. He wondered if she was feeling excited at that moment, too. Had she been feeling her own wetness as she drove home? Probably not, but the thought made him even harder.

He heard the front door open, and a soft “Huh?” as she obviously spied the buffet of unmentionables spread out on the back of the couch. Then he heard a full-out laugh.

“Where are you?!”

“Just get dressed!”

“I am dressed!”

“Undressed then!”

The thump of shoes and the rustle of clothes told him she was playing along. Good girl.

The rustling stilled. He knew she was looking at the lingerie, some of which had been wedding shower gifts, worrying about what would fit. It was a battle she waged with herself constantly, one that he knew he couldn’t fight for her. The truth was, though she might have gained a few pounds in the past 18 months, she was still beautiful and knew exactly how to use what she had. Firm, smooth legs. Perky breasts of the perfect size. And the sweetest honeypot any man could ever hope to lay eyes – or tongue – on.

The rustling resumed, followed by footsteps. He rearranged on the bed to hide his erection, but the footsteps continued past the bedroom to the bathroom. He heard water run and the soft “psst” of perfume. A good sign.

The water stopped and he heard the doorknob begin to turn. She peeked around the door, a single eye glistening in the candlelight. A spill of shoulder-length red hair showed itself, and then a bare foot, leg and knee. She opened the door wider, and his breath caught.

She was most definitely playing along.

It was the black number, all right. It seemed whenever that one came out, it was a night to remember. She turned around and shut the door, the bottom of her smooth ass visible just under the sheer silk. A spaghetti strap slipped off one shoulder. Not as tight as she thought, apparently.

She turned back around and flashed a coy smile that made him beam. She stood there, toeing at the carpet as if she didn’t know what to do next.

“Come here, beautiful,” he said.

She walked over to him as he sat up on the edge of the bed. He grabbed the empty wineglass and filled it from the bottle. The he topped off his own glass.

“Surprise.”

The beginnings a smirk appeared at the corner of her mouth.

“You must want something,” she said in a soft voice, taking a long drink of the wine.

“You got that right. I’ve been thinking about you all week.”

“At least he last five minutes,” she said, looking down at his stretched boxers. The look on her face wasn’t coy any more.

With that, she leaned over him and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. He could see her breasts sway in the loose fabric, two perfect globes of flesh in the candlelight. God, he wanted to run his hands over them. But first things first.

He wrapped his arms around her waist as their tongues explored one another, caressing her back and letting them slip down over her ass. He pulled her closer, needing to feel her body against his.

But she pulled away, taking another swig of the Riesling.

“You think it’s that easy?” she said. Coyness had been replaced by a wickedness that only he got to see. She paced a few feet away from him, tapping the wineglass with a fingernail. “You think you can sweep me off my feet with candles and wine and … woah, strawberries.”

The forgotten tray was on the bed, he picked one up and bit into it, letting the sweet chocolate and tang of berry roll on his tongue.

“They’re pretty good, want one?”

“I want that one.”

“Sorry, it’s mine.”

Swiftly sex hikayeleri she was on him, straddling his knees and locking her mouth to his. She sucked the half-eaten berry straight out of his mouth and chewed it up.

“I SAID I want that one.”

He picked up another one, but instead of eating it he brushed it along the slope of one of her breasts. The chocolate left a brown streak on her skin, and he leaned forward and slowly licked it off.

“And I want that one.”

Their battle of wills was stirring his erection again, but with her on top of him there was only one place for it to go. He stiffened against the thin material of the thong panties, and she shut her eyes and moaned.

“And I want that one,” she said through parted lips.

From that moment on, the strawberries were forgotten. She pushed him over backward on the bed and slid up until she was on her knees, straddling him. His cock was still rubbing firmly against her still-covered mound, and he rocked to accentuate the feeling. She took one last sip of wine and put the glass on the bedside table.

In a flash the boxers were off and she was kneeling to the side of him, caressing his stomach and licking small circle around his left nipple. He closed his eyes and stretched his legs out, letting his hard on laze freely on his stomach.

Suddenly a warm, firm grip enveloped his penis and second later the silky warmth of her mouth engulfed it. He knew she liked going down on him, even if she didn’t do it very often, but he had no idea she liked it this much.

Her head bobbed up and down as her hand gripped the base of his shaft tightly. The other hand massaged his boys, a move she’d been late trying but swift at perfecting. A moan escaped his mouth as she took him in particularly deep. God, she gave great head.

After the first wave of sensation passed, his hands began to move toward her, first caressing her leg, then moving up to the hem of the short nightie. He massaged her ass, and gently pulled her toward him by hooking his finger under the waistband. Why not double the pleasure?

She shifted her weight until she was parallel with him, never wavering from his penis. She raised up to her knees and allowed him to pull the thong down to her knees, then balanced on one knee and then the other as he pulled them off her legs, all the while never breaking contact with his penis. The girl should have been a fucking ballerina.

In her position, the nightie did nothing to cover her lower body, and he could clearly see her glistening vagina in the candlelight. It seemed to beg for attention, so he pulled her over to him, and she carefully lifted her left leg up and over his head, so her wetness was right over his face. He cupped her ass cheeks and pulled her down to his waiting mouth.

“God, baby!” It was the first time she’d stopped sucking on him, and he was thankful for the break. Much more of that and he’d be through before he began. Before she could regain her composure, he dove between her legs, running his tongue up and down the outer lips, loving the taste of her. Her scent washed over him as he parted her lips and began to lick her deeper inside. She gripped his thighs and arched her back.

“Holy shit, baby.”

He still said nothing, only caressing her ass with his hands and devouring her with his tongue. He teased her hot spot with the tip of his tongue, knowing the reaction.

“Aaaaaaah!”

He liked the sound of that.

She returned to his penis, if only half-heartedly. She was using her hand more and was obviously preoccupied with what he was doing to her. He focused in more on her clit, swirling his tongue around it, and gently slid his hands up and down the crack of her ass, pausing nowhere but providing extra sensation nevertheless.

Her şişman porno handling of his penis had become erratic now, and he paused for just a moment.

“It’s OK, this is for you.”

“Thank youuuuu..” she moaned, and placed her hands out wide to the sides. She was moaning now, and he was giving all his attention to her swollen bud.

“Oh shit, this is a big one!”

He could feel her pussy tighten over his mouth and nose as she began to rock back and forth, groaning inaudibly and clenching the bedspread.

“Ohhhhh, God baby, I’m cumming!”

With that she spasmed and ground herself down on his face, hot juices washing over his mouth and down his cheeks. He gripped her ass firmly, steadying her as she swayed over him. Finally she came off her high and rolled to he side, a panting mass of orgasmic bliss.

He rolled over and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. She tasted so good.

She rolled over on her back and looked up at him with a look of amazement.

“Your turn,” she said.

“Don’t you need a minute?”

“I just need you.”

She stood up and pulled the nightie off her body, finally exposing her rock-hard nipples. He stood up as well and walked behind her, running his hands up and down her body. His penis restiffened, thumping merrily on her lower back. He loved the feel of her skin, especially her breasts.

“How do you want to do it?” she asked, knowing the answer.

He wasn’t in a state to mince words. He kissed her neck and pressed himself more firmly against her.

“Like this.”

She leaned over and placed both hands on the bed, then she put her knees on the edge of the mattress. He stayed behind her, fondling her breasts. Expertly, she reached between her legs and grabbed his erection, guiding it towards her soaking vagina.

He had to control himself as he entered, and they both nearly screamed in ecstasy. He took it slow at first, feeling the contours of her, but then quickened his pace when the angle became just right. He continued to massage her breasts with one hand and moved the other down to her clit, stimulating all of her zones at once.

“Jesus baby, you’re amazing,” he said. She only whimpered in response.

When her breathing quickened to the point of no return, he knew he should stop. He pulled out and she looked desperately over her shoulder.

“What’s the matter?”

“I want to see you.”

She rolled over and scooted up on the bed. He crawled up to her and in one smooth motion was back inside, gliding in and out like her vagina was a glove.

There was no waiting now as the pace quickened to a frenzy of flesh, their tongues, arms and legs intertwined as their breathing became ragged and the soft light intensified to a blinding brilliance.

“Ooooohhhhhhh, I love you!”

“I… love … you…,” he said between thrusts.

Suddenly the warm, slightly numb feeling in his groin began to spread to his lower belly. With one final thrust he came, his body rigid as his erupted into his wife, fucking her deeper than he had ever thought possible. She, in turn, was sent over the edge, locking her ankles behind his head and digging her nails into his back.

“Unnnnnnngghhhhhhh!”

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHGOOOOOODDDDD!”

He lay on top of her, both temporarily blacked out. The strawberries were in a pile at the foot of the bed, the overturned tray was on the floor. Their sweat and fluids collected between them and on the bed, but neither seemed to mind.

Eventually they both sat up and shared the rest of the bottle of wine. They fed each other strawberries and talked, often taking time to make out and fondle one another, though after a long week and a fantastic fuck, neither of them had the energy for another go.

When the playfulness turned to cuddling, he stood up and walked around the room, blowing out the candles one by one. He turned in the light of the final small tea-light and looked at his naked wife, dozing on the bed.

“We still got it, sweetie,” he whispered to himself.

Then he blew out the candle and climbed in bed.

After dating the accountant for about 6 weeks she began to talk about moving in together, marriage and kids. Having just come out of an 18 year marriage I was not keen on this enthusiasm and so the relationship petered out.

It wasn’t too long however before I got bored being on my own and decided to start dating again.

My next girl friend was a school teacher who had been married but was now separated and had been for some five years during which time she had hardly dated at all but concentrated on brining up her son who was now 8 years old.

Cathy was 35, a little younger than me, but stood at just about 5 feet 1 inch tall, some 7 inches shorter than my 5 foot 8 inches. She had long dark hair that tumbled down to her shoulders in natural curls that made it look almost permed. Though English her facial features looked almost Spanish, helped of course by her hair, though her skin was not tanned like someone from the Mediterranean.

She was not slim but carried no extra weight and despite her shortness she was well proportioned with small breasts, nice hips and rounded, pert bottom.

Our first date was in a pub and I nearly blew things when I was so shy that I could barely look Cathy in the eye and it was a struggle to kiss her good bye when the date ended.

I was surprised to get a second date a week later and we met in the same pub where she told me her son was stopping out for the night at his grandparents so I could go back to her house if I liked for a coffee.

I agreed and she drove us to a detached house on a quiet housing development.

The idea of coffee went out the window and we shared a bottle of wine instead. As time ticked on Cathy said I could stay the night if I liked and have the guest bedroom.

I thought this was a good idea as it saved me a trip home on the late night train. I was note prepared in that I didn’t have an over-night bag but thought I could manage for one night.

I stripped down to my shorts and was soon in bed with the light out, listening to here if Cathy was also going to bed in the room next door. The wine had gone to my head a little more than I expected and I was struggling to stay awake. I was laid with my back to the door and started to drift in to sleep when I felt the duvet lift and Cathy climbing in to bed next to me.

I turned and we immediately began kissing. Her warm body was naked and I could feel her breasts on my chest as I pulled her close. As we continued to kiss I let my hands slip down Cathy’s sides until they rested üvey kız kardeş porno on her firm arse which I stroked.

Suddenly Cathy put her palms on my chest I could feel her wriggling down my body as she push me on to my back. Her hands took hold of the top of my shorts and slid them down, freeing my erect penis which she immediately grabbed and slowly but firmly she forced back my foreskin to expose the throbbing head.

She took me in to her mouth and began to work her tongue slowly all over my knob. The sensation was fantastic and I had to pinch myself to remember this was only my second date with this woman.

As she licked around the top of my shaft she began to slowly move her hand up and down my cock, wanking me gently in to her mouth.

I felt almost guilty as my pleasure built as I could not reach any part of Cathy’s body to reciprocate and just paid back and enjoyed waves of pleasure flowing from my groin.

My excitement was growing and Cathy must have noticed the small twitches my dick was now making and instead of stopping she began wanking me faster and harder, sucking me deeper in to her mouth as she did this.

I closed my eyes and grasped the bed sheet, trying to fight off the inevitable, but it was impossible and my body suddenly went rigid as my dick twitched one last time and hot spunk came out in spurts in to Cathy’s mouth.

Cathy left the bed and I could do no more than lay there and soon fell in to a light sleep, sensing Cathy returning to the bed and snuggling up to me shortly after.

It was difficult for me to say how long I dosed for, but I awoke with a semi-erection as I need the toilet. I gently left the bed trying not to disturb Cathy. When I returned I got back under the duvet she started kissing my neck and I instinctively reached out and felt her breast, squeezing each before gently working her nipples in to stiff little pointers.

I was erect again by this time and rolled on to my back, easing Cathy on top of me so our groins me. She could feel my cock pressing her bell as I began to suck each breast in turn, flicking my tongue quickly across each nipple before closing my teeth and tugging gently.

Starting to emit little moans, Cathy felt down and guided my erection in to her vagina. I moved my own hand down to help her and could feel that she had no pubic hair, a fact I had not appreciated as we had both been under the duvet in the dark and I had not had the opportunity to nuzzle her cunt yet.

With xnxx porno cock in now Cathy began to slowly ride up and down on my shaft, her pussy feeling quite tight. She transferred her weight a little further back as her rhythm began to increase and was soon bouncing up and down quite happily, the duvet having been discarded from the bed.

At first I lay as still as possible and left the work to Cathy, but as her rhythm increased I couldn’t help but start to push myself upwards from the bed to meet her downwards thrusts. Up and down she went and in the darkness I could just make out the outline of her tits moving up and down in harmony with the rest of her body, though only slightly as a result of their modest size.

I focussed hard to stop myself coming and this paid off as before long I felt Cathy thrusting down harder, her breath coming in ragged gasps before she suddenly pushed herself on to my cock really hard but didn’t ride back up it this time as her legs gripped tightly around my thighs and her orgasm came.

After a few seconds I could feel her relax and she suggested we change positions. She slowly raised herself up and lifted herself off my cock.

I began to move but let out a gasp of pain as something in my lower back pulled.

Cathy asked me what was wrong and I explained it was just old age. She immediately suggested I might benefit from a little massage and reached over to her bedside dresser. She opened the top drawer and rummaged in the dark for a little while then closed the drawer again.

She then told me to lay on my front and she poured some oil on to my lower back from a small bottle she had taken from the dresser.

Carefully and gently she began to rub my back and the sensation quickly eased my discomfort and relaxed me. I sank in to the mattress and she worked away, a little firmer now, making me feel so damn good.

Not wanting to hog all the pleasure I told Cathy I would give her back a rub, wanting to show off a skill I had acquired with the accountant who really liked a massage as a pre-curser to sex.

Cathy agreed and rolled on to her stomach, handing me the small bottle.

I put a little oil on my hands and dribbled a little down the length of her spine then went to work gently kneading and massaging, working my way from Cathy’s shoulders to her arse and back up again.

As I worked my way down again Cathy lifted her midriff from the bed and was stroking herself between the legs as I worked.

Early morning zenci porno light was growing outside and though it was still quite dark in the bedroom I could start to make out a little more detail, the colour of flesh now more apparent than it was in the pitch blackness of the night.

I stopped the massage and watched as Cathy continued to stroke herself. As the light increased a little more I could just about make out her fingers penetrating her pussy.

She now lifted up a little higher, resting on one arm she rubbed herself harder and pushed her arse in the air. I had the perfect view of her masturbating.

As she continued rubbing she ask me for the oil. She stopped pleasuring herself for a second, kneeled upright, poured some oil on to her right hand then bent forward again leaning on her left arm with her face almost in the pillow and her arse again stuck high in the air.

Again her fingers came between her legs but this time didn’t stop at her pussy but move on to her anus. She rubbed gently across the opening, allowing the oil on her fingers to moisten the little tight hole.

My erection was growing harder at this show and soon her ring and forefingers were disappearing up to the middle joints as they pushed in to her now lubricated arse hole.

Sticking her bottom higher in the air Cathy suddenly told me to stick my cock in her arse. I was shocked, having only ever tried anal sex once and not expecting this on a second date.

She removed her fingers which went to work on her pussy as I eased towards her so that the head of my penis just touched her anal passage opening.

I pulled back my foreskin and pushed, feeling some resistance as my knob began to disappear in to Cathy’s arse. Just a little way in I paused, worried this might be uncomfortable for her. In answer she pushed herself backwards so her hole swallowed up three quarters of my shaft.

I then very gently pulled back and then gently thrust forward again, my movements measured and careful.

Cathy began to rub her bare pussy lips more frantically and as I pushed in to her she moved back harder on to my cock with each thrust.

I closed my eyes and stopped thrusting as I felt very close to shooting my load. I told Cathy I was about to come and she responded by speeding up her own movements so that she slid up and down on my hard cock which was gripped in her tight little arse.

It was impossible to resist the urge and as I she pushed back on to my prick harder than ever I couldn’t stop myself exploding in to her. When the twitching stopped Cathy pulled forwards until my cock came out of her arse and she then laid on her back, legs open and rubbed herself hard until she reached orgasm a few minutes later.

We both slept soundly after that and I dreamt of what might happen on our third date.