This is story of Margi and Clyde – a good one, I think, different and not at all what I expected it to be.

After my encounters with Andrea, angel of mine, and the second thing with Elaine, I knew that I had not finished with experimenting. Derek and I are drifting apart – or, at least, it seems that way to me. Nothing significant happened it just that there a sameness about everything but it may be because of me. Who knows?

In the spirit of adventuring, I browsed the “swingers” ads on Adam and came across their ad. A multiracial couple, both married to other people, both living on the fringe of danger. I was attracted to the ad because I had an interest in swinging, threesomes, as well as a healthy curiosity about men of other races. I know that this is a taboo in many peoples eyes but, hey, stuff that, this is new me! Anyway, when I was 18 I met an Indian guy in the Rosebank mall. He was bold enough to introduce himself to me and we had a good chat, standing in the busy mall outside CNA. He was damned good-looking but a little too smooth so it went nowhere. Anyway, I was only recently sexually active so I was not all that confident around men, regardless of colour.

Margi and Clyde are different though, and my response was received by Clyde. I was cautious in it, not giving too much away, but he was polite and friendly in his reply. Their ad said they wanted a third to join them for no strings sex, the other woman could be bi or not. This sounded interesting because they said I could watch if that is all I was interested in. This meant I could keep my options open. As our e-mails went back and forth I ensured that the venue would be a hotel – a good one, not a cheap place. We eventually agreed on the Sunnyside Hotel and they would foot the bill. I tried to find out their ages and I was a little taken aback when Clyde told me he was 39 and Margi was forty-something (his words). I thought about this for a while as they both seemed older than I wanted, particularly her. This made me pause a while and I asked Clyde for his number. Surprisingly he sent it instantly, along with Margi’s. Again, I waited a few days, unsure if I should proceed. Clyde then sent me e-mail, telling me that if I wanted to bail out, no problem and that there was no pressure.

Again I wavered. Eventually my curiosity got the better of me and I called him. His secretary answered – a black guy! Our new South Africa is new indeed and he told me that Clyde was away on business in Cape Town and he offered me his cell number. I took it, not sure if the cell was too personal or not. I knew it would be safe to call him as he was away, so, that night, after Chad drifted off to sleep I called.

Clyde has deep voice, sexy, and he sounded white on the phone. Educated too, sure of himself. I told him who I was and he was genuinely pleased. He spoke exactly like his e-mails – polite, friendly and considerate. He said that was coloured but that he had some Asian ancestry. I left it at that, marvelling at how complex our society actually is. I was nervous as we spoke and I felt foolish. He was in his hotel room, drinking a beer and watching some soccer match. He told me that he was a manager for an Internet company and travelled regularly between Jhb and CT, at least once a month. Margi was an old girlfriend, from years ago, and they had recently re-established contact to renew their sex life, which was apparently great.

They were both adventurous, looking for the unusual, hence the Adam thing. I told him a little about me and was surprised to find that I was tempted to lie a little, about nonsense; my age, weight etc. I didn’t though but I did tell him that I wasn’t sure. He suggested we all meet for coffee (Nino’s jumped into my mind but that is my special place with Andrea) and I agreed to meet them in Sandton, in the Sandton Square. We agreed that we could all talk then and if I wanted I could walk away with no pressure.

I agreed to meet them the following Monday, when Clyde was back in Jhb.

After we chatted I still found that I had second thoughts but I decided to forge ahead anyway. After all, what could happen over lunch, in public? Little did I know!

That Monday I took care to dress nicely, wearing one of my better outfits from Queens Park. I made sure my hair looked great and I applied my make-up carefully. I mean, even if it went nowhere I wanted to look my best.

Being prudent, especially after the fiasco with Elaine, I got there early, a quarter to one. I told Clyde that I would wear a pair of white sunglasses in my hair, like an Alice band, so that he could recognise me. He said he would be wearing a blue lounge shirt with a red tie. So, being careful, I made sure that the sunglasses weren’t in my hair until I saw him, or them, so that I could suss them out and make some sort of assessment before exposing myself.

Sure enough, they got there a few minutes before one. He was indeed wearing the clothes as agreed (this gave me some comfort – no smart-arse tricks from their side). I was surprised – Margi didn’t look forty-something but fifty-something! escort etiler He looked about 39 or 40. I studied them for few moments, sizing them up.

Clyde wasn’t bad looking. In fact he had an appealing smile, open and wide. He wore glasses and I could see what he meant by his Asian ancestry. He wasn’t too dark but not fair – in fact like Anant Naidoo, the newsreader – do you remember him? Clyde had straight black hair, fine and neatly cut in old-fashioned style, like a square cut almost. He wore a moustache. He wasn’t weighty but he seemed well built without being muscular. His clothes fitted him well and were expensive looking. He wore some jewellery; a gold bracelet, rings and a watch. His sleeves were rolled halfway up his forearms, his jacket slung over the back of the chair. He sat expansively in the chair, legs wide, arms making big gestures as he talked to Margi, smiling all the time. He looked about 5’10” or so, not tall. He seemed confident, sure of himself.

Margi seemed old and my heart sagged. She smiled a lot too, smoking, leaning forward to listen to Clyde. She was well dressed, wearing a nice lemon summer dress with white sandals. Her hair was tied up neatly. She, too, wore jewellery, lots of it, bangles, chains and rings. Obviously had some money. She had a nice open face, blue eyes and she was blond. I would guess her weight to be about 65 kgs or so and her height to 5’ 7”.

I watched them for about 5 minutes and they looked around, obviously looking for me. The moment had come to decide – I took a breath and was about to stand up when a waiter approached them. I waited. He ordered for both of them, without consulting her, clearly showing that they knew each other well. When the waiter left I rose and went to meet them, glasses now firmly in hair.

As I neared the table Clyde saw me and smiled broadly, openly. He rose and stuck his hand out. Margi looked at me appraisingly.

“Aimee – glad you decided to come!” I took his hand; it was dry, warm and firm. It felt strange meeting a man I knew who wanted to fuck me, shaking his hand so formally. “This is Margi, my good friend,” he said, gesturing towards her.

She smiled sweetly and simply said “Hello” and nodded. I felt flustered, smoothing my skirt as I sat. Clyde then sat down.

“We’ve just ordered drinks – what can I get for you?”

I cleared my throat, feeling trapped. Had they ordered alcohol or not? What the hell, I needed something to still my hammering heart. “I’ll have a Bacardi Breezer, the pineapple one, if they have it. Thanks…”

“No problem!” Clyde said, and started signalling for the waiter. “So!” he said, “Do you work far from here?”

“Actually no – I’m in Randburg so its no big thing. And you?” I started to settle now, neutral territory and all that.

“Auckland Park. A bit of a trek but, you know, its central for all of us.”

“I’m in Midrand – so it’s not far for me either.” Margi had strong Afrikaans accent. The waiter came over, a beer for Clyde and a glass of white wine for Margi. Clyde ordered for me.

“So how did you two meet?” I asked, deciding to let them do all the talking. I would use the time to gather my thoughts, evaluate this whole thing, this surreal and strange seduction thing.

They both laughed. “Do you want to tell her or shall I?” This was Margi, blowing cigarette smoke upwards.

Clyde took out a pack, offered me one and we lit up.

“Let me tell the story,” he said, “It’s so funny!” I began to feel comfortable with these two, this strange couple. Closer examination made think that Clyde was perhaps closer to 42 and Margi about 55. Strange world we live in, strange indeed. Margi was a real Afrikaner, the real thing. Blond and blue-eyed and she was with Clyde. These weren’t new South Africans; these were from the old one, the apartheid one.

“I was sort of dating a friend of Margi’s,” he began, “Linda is her name. This was a long time ago – about 15 years ago. Dating is the wrong word, I think; it was more of a sex thing. Anyway, to make a long story short, Linda called me one day and asked if I was interested in group sex.” He blew a plume a smoke into the air, shaking his head. “I couldn’t believe it. I mean, Linda was always open-minded and all that, but, an orgy? No way, I thought, fantasies don’t come true this easily! Anyway I agreed, what else? She said that a friend – turned out to be Margi here – that had a boyfriend that wanted to do her and her friend – Margi – agreed if Linda would bring someone along for her.” They both laughed again, obviously enjoying the memory.

“Linda and I got to Margi’s place about 8 or so that night and I already had a few beers. Margi opened the door and I thought, hey man, this seems to be the real thing. I was introduced to Kim – he’s English – and we had a few drinks. Kim had a heavy hand and I don’t really drink hard tack so after a couple I was feeling quite sloshed. Kim had an issue with Pakistanis – he thought I looked like one – and he went on about them for a while. Anyway, he called escort nişantaşı Linda to balcony and that left Margi and I alone. Margi went to the ladies and came out stark naked!” She blushed at this, but laughed as well. “ Where do you want to fuck, she asked, here or in the bedroom?”

“No,” she said, “I had my underwear on. Didn’t I?”

“No, you were starkers!’ Clyde replied, “Anyway, I gathered my stuff – smokes, ashtray, drink – and said we should use the room.” He leaned back, a far-way look in his eyes. “It was a night to remember. Details some other time if you like but that was a night that should live in song and legend. Really.”

“It was wonderful,’ Margi replied, “We had a better time than the other two and Kim was so jealous – I made a lot of noise, so much! – He proposed to me the next morning, Valentine’s Day! We’re still married today.”

Stranger and stranger. But I was warming to them, this odd couple; I was beginning to like them because they seemed so natural with each other. Glancing around, I wondered if anybody was watching but nobody appeared to be taking the slightest interest.

“So does Kim approve of you and Clyde now?” I asked, sure that he didn’t. I mean, what about the issues over the Pakistani thing?

“Oh no,” Margi said, “He’ll die if he knew. He is so jealous over Clyde, he never really got over that night – his part was a disaster because he didn’t get it up! So we meet on the quiet, you know, and we do our thing.”

Clyde sipped his beer, puffed his cigarette and stubbed it out. “Tell us a bit about yourself, Aimee, are you married?” I had seen him look at my wedding finger – no ring. So I knew he was trying control the conversation, steer it.

But I knew that my time would come so I was prepared.

“No, not anymore. I got divorced more than a year ago. I am seeing someone now – his name is Derek – but you could say I’m on my own.” I was trying to imply that I on my own as far the adventure was concerned. It did not escape Clyde.

“Pretty brave of you, you know, to come here – this world is full of nutcases. You were wise to be cautious, very wise. How did you stumble across the Adam site?” Clyde was very skilful, very clever. He managed to direct to the conversation the nub of the matter, the point of this meeting. He did it so effortlessly. I made a mental note to watch him carefully.

“By accident really; I overheard my colleagues laughing one day, gathered around an office PC. When I joined them I saw that they had the Adam site up and were laughing at some of the entries. I made a mental note of the address and, well, you know, came across your ad?”

“Some of the people who advertise on the site are idiots so I don’t blame your colleagues,” Clyde said and Margi nodded in agreement, “So is this your first foray into the unknown?” Clever boy, not taking my bait that it was.

“No, not really. I did meet someone else but that was a mess. But it took me months and then only after I had had an awakening of sorts, you know, something happened that made me more, well, brave and adventurous.”

“Sounds like a good memory. I’m glad you weren’t put off by your bad experience. We advertised quite a few times. Met a few screwballs. Nothing ever worked out, for one reason or another and we were beginning to give up hope. So that leads us this question: what do you want out of this?” Not so fast, buddy, not so fast, I thought to myself. I’m not revealing too much without determining the boundaries.

“Well, maybe you and Margi can tell me what you want, what you are hoping for and then I can see if it fits in with my expectations…”

“You know, to tell the truth, we don’t really have a plan,” Margi started, “We’re just looking for fun. Safe, clean fun but something different.” As if they weren’t different enough already. I mean, you know?

“Yes, that’s right,” Clyde added, “we don’t have a fixed agenda. Look, here’s the deal: we are seeing each other on the sly. We both have good marriages but need something a little extra. We have no expectations of each other, meet when we can, when its safe, and we have no-holds barred sex. That’s the truth.” He looked at her. She smiled. “When we decided to include someone else we tried the site and this is our first contact that has possibilities. There were other meetings but we escaped as soon as we can – too many weirdoes! I can speak for both us: we like you, we would like to take this forward but only at your pace and with your consent, of course, as to how you would like to participate.” He looked at me, leaving an opening to respond.

“I may as well be honest with you two,” I said to both of them, “I was not sure about the age thing – sorry – but now that we had a chance to chat a while I think you guys are ok, nice, presentable solid people. Your marriages are your business, not mine. I don’t want to know anything about them. What are the rules you have in mind? Or do you want to hear mine first”. Clyde was smiling, a small smile, because somewhere in my escort kağıthane answer he heard the word ‘yes’. I knew I had to be careful with him.

“No, you go for it – tell us what you have in mind.” He was staring intently at me now; we had reached the heart of the matter.

“Well, first things first: no pain. No bondage, no S&M stuff, no matter how light. I’m not into that.” They nodded. “Also, I don’t know if I want to participate straight off, you know, into a threesome. I’m not sure if I want to go that far. So I’d like to maybe start by watching you, seeing you go for it. Either I like it and stay or I hate it and I leave.” I waited. Margi was watching me intently, Clyde let out a breath. She looked at him. He looked back at her and nodded.

“Okay,” he said, “sounds reasonable. In fact, I would do the same and that makes me comfortable that you want to take that approach. Are you bi or straight?” That’s my boy, Clyde, never missing a trick! “Well, this may sound strange but I’m not sure – I’m experimenting myself. Look, after watching you two, depending on how I feel, I may want to be with you only or with Margi only. Or maybe both of you at the same time. Even so, I want to be able to say how I want to play. Is that okay?” I felt surer now, my rules would protect me. I don’t know why, its irrational I know, but Clyde’s disposition and Margi being an Afrikaner made me feel I could trust them to respect my rules.

“For me too, that’s good,” Margi joined in, “ because I may also not want to be involved with you – this way we all have options.” She looked at Clyde. He leaned forward to light her cigarette, then mine and finally his own. He leaned back, looking like a winner, exhaling smoke.

“Sounds cool to me.” He fell silent, his eyes on me. He had small smile playing around the corners of his mouth. I thought his next question would be “when?” It wasn’t, catching me completely by surprise.

“So would you like to start your watching now, this minute? How serious are you?”

“Now?” I said, completely baffled. Margi looked surprised too, dragging on her cigarette. She didn’t say anything though and that told me she trusted him.

“Yes,” he said, his deep voice even lower, “right now. My car is parked in the basement – we’ll get into the back seat, Margi will give me a blowjob and you can watch from the front seat. Like I said, how serious are you?”

Checkmate. Game Over. Howzat Mr. Umpire? I felt trapped, caught by Clyde, out-manoeuvred. He was smarter than I thought. My mind raced as I searched for possibilities of danger. I could see none. South Africa being a haven for criminals, I considered the possibility that they were trying to kidnap me. These two? It seemed silly. I took a deep breath. OK, wise guy lets call your bluff.

“Sure,” I said, my voice steady, even, “Lets go for it. One condition: I get to keep the car keys.”

He smiled. “Done deal.” He called the waiter over and settled with his Gold Card. Margi looked a little flustered but managed to keep her composure. We chit chatted as we made our way to the lifts, looking for all the world like work mates. When we reached the basement I noted that it was well lit, it looked safer than I thought it would be. A bit daring though but I found the prospect exciting. Clyde strode ahead of us with confidence, reached his car – Audi A4, white, I memorised the registration – and disarmed the alarm with his remote.

“Aimee, here are the keys – please don’t kidnap us!” They both laughed and I felt a bit foolish. They got into the back and I into the front, I the driver’s seat.

“Do me favour – please turn the music on. Yes, push there.” He said. Settling in. Jazz filled the car, I don’t know the artist or group was but it was nice. I half-turned to face them. Margi was on his left, lighting up.

“Fourplay.” He said. “That’s Fourplay playing Max-O-Man. Do you like music?”

“Oh yes – soul, old stuff: The Delfonics, The Stylistics, The O’Jays – that stuff.”

“Really?” He sounded surprised. Yeah man, really – this white chick is into that stuff.

I nodded. “Really.”

“I like pop – I listen to Radio Highveld, Jeremy Mansfield.” Margi drew on her cigarette, maybe bracing herself for what lay ahead. “Kim and I occasionally go to a sokkie to dance.” She was filling space but maybe that’s harsh.

“Can you see clearly behind us Aimee?” Clyde was unzipping himself. I nodded. Margi quickly stubbed out her cigarette. What about tissues I thought? But hey, I was only watching. I must say that I was already feeling sexually aroused. I mean these were two strangers, I only met them 45 minutes ago and I was now going to watch her suck him off. I mean!

As she reached into his pants I lit up, lowered the window a little and prepared to enjoy myself.

She pulled his dick out. It was a real dick – big and thick. He wasn’t fully hard but it looked huge. It was brown and nicely veined. He was circumcised. He was watching me intently, his one hand caressing Margi’s butt through her dress. She had leaned over sideways, facing me almost and she kneaded his cock and sucked the head. It swelled and grew. Wow, it looked a full 9 or ten inches, long and thick. My throat went dry, my lips parted. A car started up somewhere, growled and I heard that high-pitched tire squealing sound cars make in basements. He looked me enquiringly. I shook my head, “All clear.’ I said.

Auctorial Harangue and Preface:

I do not feel that science fiction conventions have gotten their proper due among erotic stories, considering the number of interesting people that they attract. The “Trinity Trilogy” seems one-note, and presents a view of fandom and conventions that is quite at variance with my experience. “Philly,” I think by Michael K. Smith, is good and accurate as far as it goes, but one could wish for more. “Memoirs of a Life in the Future,” by someone calling himself (I would bet on he) Dinosaurian was great, but only the first of the five parts seems to be on ASSTR, and I am not sure any of it is on Google now.

It has been too long since I wrote regularly (I hope somebody agrees) so here is my attempt to ease the situation. Persons mentioned once are real, and presumably won’t mind being described doing what they normally do. Some others have names or details changed. Settings are accurate, but events are chronologically conflated. (I likes dem big words.)

DALLIANCE IN TARRYTOWN

George Evans had taken the Friday off for Lunacon, but he did not get up much later that morning than usual. He got onto the highway maybe fifteen minutes or a half-hour later than he would have started work on a normal day.

George had breakfast before he left, but he went through Maryland, then Delaware, then the New Jersey Turnpike, and it came to mind that he was liable to forget about lunch once he got to doing things at the convention. So he pulled into the Childs’ Restaurant in downtown Newark about eleven in the morning, ate, then took another hour to get to Tarrytown. This was a few years after the unions forced conventions out of New York City.

He had been asked, sort of, by Perdita Boardman about coming up early to help move supplies into the consuite, so when he parked and walked in he got right into lugging. They needed him less than they thought, so he sat around a while after. About the time that he could have checked into his hotel room, convention registration was going to open, so he went there instead.

Not so much to register – that took seconds – but to work there a while. A lot of people seem to think that is a dull job, but he never had. Part of it may be that he spent a couple of years in an unemployment office, signing people up for checks, and while the motions are much the same, the job is incredibly different. You don’t have to deal with stupid or hostile people, or only rarely, and you don’t have frauds to deal with.

What you do get are people who are happy to be in a line that moves fast and a lot of smiling faces, with the female ones particularly nice. And of course for the time you are there you get to talk, five seconds each, to people you recognize.

It was better this year because the head of registration had not been trained in Boston, so registration opened when people wanted to register, not when the clock said it was supposed to. George had never understood NESFA.

They started at quarter to two, and around three o’clock Mike and Judy Goldberg were in front of him, with Jackie Spriggs, all just in from Baltimore. George had marginally known Mike a bunch of years before through the mail, his wife for about five since they moved into the area.

Five years ago was also when the Baltimore club got restarted, some months before George moved from New York to Washington, sort of moved back since he had been brought up in Baltimore and Baltimore was only fifteen minutes further than half the Washington club meetings.

As you could probably guess from the name, Mike and Judy Goldberg were Jewish. Jackie Spriggs was black, rather tall for a woman, and very cute and cheerful. She had been coming to Baltimore club meetings for a year now, or a little less than that since she had found out about it at last year’s Balticon.

George had therefore met Jackie perhaps two dozen times since, between the monthly business meetings (which were mostly social after the first half-hour) and the social meetings (which often had a lot of decisions made at them). He talked to her probably at all of the gatherings, but couldn’t say he paid much attention to her. She was interesting to talk to and fresh meat, so to speak, for conversation.

Since she just came in ar Balticon, she had not considered going to Disclave eight weeks later, which was also six weeks after her first Baltimore club meeting, where she first learned of the comvention. Worldcon that year was at the other end of the country, and for some reason now forgotten she could not get to the Philadelphia regional in November.

Boston was too far even for George as a usual thing, let alone somebody new to things, do this Lunacon was her first out-of-town convention. Jackie was staying with the Goldbergs here, but she was very happy to see someone else she knew, and she gave Gworge a very bright smile when she spotted him behind the table.

He worked at registration until almost five, getting three hours there to add to the hour of moving escort mecidiyeköy consuite supplies, then got his luggage and checked in. He went into the dealers’ room, not to buy anything – he may have, he didn’t remember for sure – but to look around and talk to people. The Gonzalez brothers almost always have something interesting which he has to debate with himself whether he can afford, Charles Miller is good to gossip with, and the Hendersons often wanted to check his memory on a book or author somebody asked about.

Ned Brooks had come up with the people from the Atlanta worldcon bid, and he had a table, and George probably spent half an hour behind his table talking about strange books, of which Ned has very many.

George left him a little after six (the room stayed open until eight) and ran into the Goldbergs and Jackie Spriggs in the lobby. Mike and Judy had not been up to Lunacon lately, and of course Jackie hadn’t been at all. They asked if there was a place to eat nearby and worth recommending.

“Yes,” he said, and led them down the road and under a bridge, maybe a quarter-mile to a diner not visible from the hotel. They introduced Jackie there to their saying about conventions: you can travel a thousand miles, but end up eating dinner with people you see every week or two.

And so they did. They took their time over dinner, and did not get back to the hotel until close to eight. Jackie and the Goldbergs went off to the program, and George got talking to people.

Close to ten he went off to his room to change. Now, he was not involved with the Atlanta worldcon bid, but he knew people on it, between those who moved there from places he had lived, those who lived for a while around Baltimore or Washington, and just meeting, especially working with, some of them at conventions from Arizona to England.

He was somewhat known for working as a bartender (beer and soda usually) at Disclave, and he was asked about doing it at the bid party. He agreed, but wanted to give them more than they asked for.

He changed into black pants with a sharp crease, a pale blue pocketless shirt with ruffles down the front and at the cuffs, and a black clip-on bow tie. He slicked back my hair, used a little magician’s wax to bring his beard to a point, and showed up for his 10 to midnight shift looking every inch a caterer’s bartender.

He even put a tip-jar out, though the money went to (and was marked for) the worldcon bid. Got a fair amount too.

Jackie Spriggs may well have been at the party before he was. She liked the idea of the Atlanta bid, since she had relatives down there. In any case, she came over for soda not long after he settled in, and they talked with frequent interruptions until midnight.

Mike and Judy announced that as old married people (George’s age, a bit less in Judy’s case!) they were going to turn in. Jackie felt a bit overwhelmed and decided to do the same. He hung around the party for maybe a half-hour more.

On Saturday morning he had the buffet breakfast in the hotel, his semi-obligatory one meal in the hotel, and went through the dealers’ room more carefully. After he deposited his purchases in his room, he saw and walked up behind Jackie, who was standing and studying the program.

She asked him a couple of questions about it, and decided that nothing looked that great for a while. George asked if she had been through the Art Show yet. She said no, that she had not even gone to the one at Balticon, and was curious about what it was like.

He answered in a few words: some published illustrations exhibited on principle or for sale, some professional-quality artists doing what they liked for once, a lot of amateurs looking for jobs, cash, or recognition. He offered to go through with her, and she accepted.

They spent 90 minutes there, a lot of it listening to artists shop-talk. Jackie got a lot more out of that than he did, he thought.

When they came out, she headed for a panel, and then the guest of honor speech. As did he, though a different panel, and he did not spot her in the crowd at the speech.

George went to dinner a bit early, because he had promised to work on the masquerade. He was going to be a runner, which really requires no running at all, though sometimes fast walking. He was going to help people (run them) up the steps to the stage to show off their costumes for the audience, and his opposite number, stage left, would help them down.

Now, he had only worn costumes a couple of times himself at masquerades, but had been on staff at them more, and in the audience more yet. Moreover, he had been to the Lunacon masquerade at this hotel, in the room they had it set for, and it got stuffy and warm in there.

So this year, he would be prepared. He was going to wear a dhoti and a turban. The dhoti is that loincloth thing that beggars in India wear in movies; real ones are one strip of cloth wound around, but escort beylikdüzü he was chicken and sewed it to an old pair of briefs. The turban was just wrapped up, but pinned with a huge gaudy pin. With that and a plastic cutlass he was set.

Things went well, no real problems with getting people on or off, and he was more comfortable than the audience. Two-thirds of the way through the first run, the next face up was familiar, though the body was less so, or not as visibly so.

Jackie Spriggs was wearing a mid-thigh skirt, a large ornate hat, and a tight bodice with lacework under it that made her breasts high and jutting. She was without her usual over-sized glasses.

She had dressed as Belit the pirate, from Robert E. Howard’s “Queen of the Black Coast.” While Belit is described as lithe, beautiful, all that sort of thing, Howard never actually describes her skin color – but she is operating off the coast of Africa, and all or most of her crew are black, so it made reasonable sense for a black woman to choose. Belit is also the only woman whom you are really told Conan has sex with during the course of a story, so the interracial angle might have been better not spelled out in the 1930s.

Well, both the given and implied descriptions fit Jackie. He saw her and dropped to the floor, arms out, in a deep bow. She thought fast and placed one bare foot on his shoulder, striking a haughty pose. The audience who could see them cheered, as did the rest when the emcee pointed them out, all to the confusion of the poor Deathstar stormtrooper who had just gotten up there.

Jackie got up easily, swaggered across and down, but when she got to the photography area everybody wanted at least one shot of what the two had done spontaneously. So George got pulled off as a runner, went half-blind from flashbulbs, and only got back to his post (somebody substituted) in time for the last few entries.

While the judges deliberated, a storyteller went up on stage, and George headed for the back of the auditorium and from there to the side room set aside for costumers, which had a video feed. Jackie (and he, often) got called out of the room by photographers enough that he never heard enough of any the three stories told to follow them.

They got word that the judges had decided, do he went back to help the winners up. Jackie was one, best novice for interpretation, on her first entry in a masquerade. She jumped, whooped, and kissed George.

Things ran a little late, so he did not have much margin to get to his room, change to normal clothes, and get to the movie room for the sort-of shift he had signed up for there. He had spotted one of his favorite movies on the schedule, and felt that he may as well run the projector since he wanted to see it again anyway.

The movie was “Quest for Love.” If that does not sound like science fiction, be assured you it is. If you have never heard of it, you have more company than you really should. It is about a man who is dropped into an alternate history, much like this one but without World War II, and some other small changes. He is married there to a woman with a heart defect, easily curable here, he knows. After she dies in his arms, he comes back to this world and tries to keep her from dying again.

The movie was only a few minutes in, it was maybe 10:40, when a chair was set down next to George’s. He looked over and there was Jackie Spriggs, still in costume. He figured that she must have come here straight from the masquerade, though he turned out to be wrong.

He told her in a few words what has happened so far – they were at the point where the protagonist sees that day’s newspaper account of John Kennedy’s major speech to the League of Nations, in 1968 – and let her carry on by herself from there.

It did not take much more of the story before her hand crept into his, and by the end, around midnight, she was leaning on him and happily sobbing. He took his arm from around her as he raised the lights for a moment and put on the reel of Mike Jittlov shorts. His replacement was due to show up soon.

While he had seen the shorts 50 times before, Jackie was on her third or fourth viewing, so when the next projectionist came, they sat in the back. As his arm circled her this time, he realized that she had gone to her room after all, because the lacework bra was gone, nor had she put another one on. Not that he did anything much, just rested the side of his hand against some nice yielding breast flesh, and felt her hand hold him there.

They went to a party or two, and soon Jackie darted across the room to talk to Judy Goldberg. Not long after, her husband Mike asked how he was getting along with Irene, the woman he had been dating for a while. He answered, quite truthfully, that he had not seen her for four months, that the last time she got mad at him it may have stuck. He shrugged and said, “That is the way it often goes. I noticed that you had escort esenyurt not brought her to parties lately.”

When Jackie came back, he and she wandered to another party, but on the way she stopped and turned to him at the end of a hallway, near the door to the stairs, and they spent a minute pressed together and kissing. And he urged her to more like that in the next few minutes.

At that next party, she looked at him with her liquid brown eyes, and as he brushed his fingers on her little curls, she said to him, “I think I know how I want this evening to end.

“I want to spend the night with you,” she said to him, there in the middle of the party.

He looked at the chocolate-colored face she turned up to him, at the broad smile on it, into the big brown eyes behind her over-sized glasses, and let himself picture for an instant those tight curls of hair pressed down on a pillow as his body lay over hers,

“I would honestly have to say, Jackie, that I would not have imagined hearing you say that. I don’t know quite what to say to you. I hope you are not offended if I say that I have never thoughr about you that way — or anyway not for more than a second or so.

“I suppose that you may just be more — well, decisive — about such things than I. Or that you know me better than I do you.”

Her curls bobbed. “Yes, I think I do know you better than you do me. You have paid no more attention to me than to a half-dozen other women in the club — you are polite and kind to all of us, and attentive to all the single women, but not to any in particular. You are just friendly and nice. That made me pay attention to you, because that it less common than I would like.

“I do know about you, because I have asked. I have asked the people who have known you for years, and I know about the women you have been involved with –“

“Well, there are one or two you probably don’t know about…”

“Were they very different? I doubt it. You have treated all of them well, as far as I can find. Except for — two whom you wanted to have nothing to do with, and that speaks well of you, since they were sluts.

“I want a man who would be good to me, and I decided to get hold of one. If things go no further than tonight, it will be a very good night, I am sure. I have not gotten any reports on how you are in bed,” she smiled again, “but I am willing to take my chances there, with a strong slim body like yours. But George, you haven’t said yes or no…”

“Ouch. In all honesty, Jackie, I am hesitant. I probably am taking things too seriously, but… I am not sure if, with the way the world still is, an interracial marriage is not a lot to ask a woman to go through. I am stubborn enough for it, but are you?”

“My dear George Evans, I was propositioning you, not proposing!”

“Yes, but I have a lot of trouble being casual about such things, and want to worry in advance.”

“Yes. You are definitely taking things too seriously.”

“Well… God, I can’t possibly look at you and say no.

“But I would have to warn you that me may not be able to do very much in any case. I had expected to sleep alone at this convention, so I did not bring any contraceptives.”

“Probably another point in your favor, that you were not on the prowl for a woman. That is not a problem – I am on the pill and from your reputation you would know about any diseases. We can act natural!”

They stayed and talked a while, but every time that he was far enough away from her to see her body in that pale blue dress, he got an erection, and she kept catching him looking at her and grinning. Every time he was close enough to see her face he wanted her, and Jackie kept looking at his erection.

After a while, she put her fingers to his lips, then tugged on his hand. She led him to the elevator and said, “Wait here.”

And he did. When she came back out from a car, she had a shoulder bag with her. They walked around the corner, holding hands, and down three floors to his room.

When the door closed behind them, she dropped her bag and he took Jackie into his arms and kissed her, lightly at first, but her tongue soon crept into his mouth and his big hands moved up from her small waist to circle around her ribcage and touch at her spine while his thumbs went under her bra and lifted her breasts a bit. His hands rested on her back where it was bare and pulled her to him, then gradually went up to touch and gently raise her breasts, then undo the knot that held her bodice closed.

Without the support of the costume bra, her breasts might not be quite so startling, but she did not need support there, and they were much more interesting with nothing at all covering them. Beautiful, in fact, with smooth brown flawless skin and black nipples raised for him.

Her brown eyes grew wide at the passion that his tongue showed and he broke away to take her glasses off and set them on a dresser, then stared at her face before kissing her deeply once again.

The next time he raised his head, she lowered her hand to hold it around the erection that had been pressing against her. “Yes,” she hissed, “that is easily as big as it looked!”

“This has been a long day,” he said to her. “Even without – our emotional state recently. I think it would be a good idea to cool off by taking a shower together.”

I first met Jessie during the summer when she would come to the Senior League baseball games to watch her son play ball. I was the coach. As with most youth athletic programs, some parents come to the games, some don’t, but as the season wore on and the team was winning ballgames, more of the moms were showing up and sitting in the stands behind our bench. Several of the moms were hot and dressed the part with short cut-offs and halter tops, but Jessie is the one that always stood out, and I’d sneak peeks at her as often as I could from behind my sunglasses. She was a knockout: probably fortyish judging by the ages of her kids but she could easily pass for thirty, long and lean, maybe 5-7 or 5-8, nice ass, big smile, wild dark shoulder-length frizzy hair and a slight crook in her nose that I found irresistible. And hers was the only black face in the crowd.

Her son James was thirteen, one of the two best players on the team and the only black kid. He was a good kid with good skills and an attitude to match. He played shortstop and third base and I’d worked with him and helped him become a pretty good pitcher too.

My name is Rob. I’m six feet tall and about 165 pounds, thin from years of distance running in addition to the baseball, with dirty blond hair, blue eyes, German ancestry, about as white bread as you could get. That summer I was 28, unmarried, no kids, unusual for a youth league coach, as most coaches are parents of the kids playing. But knowledge of baseball was one thing I had to offer and it was one small way I was giving something back to the community.

James was a very polite kid, coachable and we got along well. He never mentioned his dad so I figured maybe there wasn’t one in the picture, and his mother always came to the games alone or with a friend. I never spoke to his mom that much other than to say Hi or Goodbye, or a brief few words here and there, but we shared glances and smiles before and after games and practices. I caught her checking me out a few times and she caught me checking her out too despite my trying to hide behind my shades. She’d just flash her little smirk and I knew she had caught me. When the season ended and the balls and bats were put away I figured that the next time I’d see Jessie would be at practice the next spring, but I ended up seeing her just a few weeks later.

One of the fund raisers the league had every year was a big crab feast. After the season and the playoffs and the tournaments were over, the league would rent the Elks Lodge and hire a well-known band and bring in the crabs and the burgers and the beer trucks and five or six hundred people would pack the place, stay for hours drinking and eating and partying. Naturally I planned to attend and so I went with Geri, who was one of the league officers and another hot mom, maybe 5-6, 120, brown hair, blue eyes and a shapely bod. She’d show up at games in short shorts and tube tops with her sweaty nipples sticking through and gave all the coaches hard-ons. They all wanted to fuck her for sure, but I’m the only one who ever did. She happened to live around the corner from me, so we were neighbors and had become friends. She was divorced and horny and I was single and there. She had two kids at home so she’d come over to my house and fuck me every now and then. She’d call and ask what I was doing, I’d say oh not much, then I’d invite her over and five minutes later she’d knock on my door. We’d sit on the sofa and talk or watch TV or whatever and within a few minutes we’d be kissing, then our hands would be rubbing crotches, then unbuckling jeans, then pulling down pants and then my dick would end up inside her. We’d usually fuck, then hold each other and talk for a while and then I’d finger her and she’d get hot and we’d fuck again. Then she’d say she had to get home to her kids and she’d pull her pants back on, kiss me goodbye and be out the door. I was strictly a maintenance fuck for her and we both knew it.

Geri and I had kept it discreet, and both knew it was not going anywhere, but she asked me to escort her to the crab feast. That way she wouldn’t have to go alone and have all the other coaches hitting on her. So we went together, turned a few heads when we arrived, and then we each just mingled on our own.

I’d been there about an hour or so, talking to the various coaches and other people I knew when I spotted Jessie. I had just gotten a beer and turned around and was scanning a few tables when I saw her looking at me. Our eyes met and we smiled simultaneously as she waved to me. She wore khaki shorts and a snug white t-shirt that hugged her slim torso and perky tits and gave perfect contrast to her smooth creamy coffee skin. I walked toward her table.

There was an open chair to her left and she urged me to sit. I did, and we said our hellos and I squeezed her left hand with my right. She briefly introduced me to the woman to her right, a woman I recognized but didn’t know.

“So, how you doin’, Coach?” she asked. “Enjoying the offseason so far?

“Oh, okay escort beşiktaş I guess. Just going through the withdrawal symptoms, you know,” I said.

She replied skeptically, “Withdrawal symptoms? You mean to tell me you miss the baseball? Or do you mean you miss the boys?”

“No, I miss checking out those hot moms in the bleachers!” I said with a grin.

She burst out laughing, an infectious cackle that drew a few glances. Slightly embarrassed, she covered her mouth with her hand. As she removed her hand her lips curled into a coy smile. “Anyone in particular?” she asked.

I pretended to be confused, trying to remember. “Uh, let me see, what was her name?” I said. “The real foxy one with the afro sheen…what was it? James’s mom. Was it Jessica?”

She blushed and shook her head. “You can call me Jessie.”

“Okay, Jessie. And you can stop calling me Coach. You remember my real name, don’t you?”

“How could I forget?” she asked. “All I heard from James all summer long was Mr. Rob this, Mr. Rob that. And thank you for being so good to those boys. I’ve talked to the other parents and we all agree that we were very lucky we got you for our coach.”

Now I blushed. “Aw shucks ma’am, thanks. And how is James doing these last few weeks without me yelling at him to stop dropping his shoulder?”

“Oh, he’s managing. It’s time to concentrate on school now.”

We chatted about James for a couple minutes, and then I went to fetch a pitcher of beer. When I returned I poured our brews and continued the conversation.

“You have a daughter, too, right? College girl. What’s her name?” I remembered that she’d come to a game once.

“Jackie.”

“Right, Jackie. How’s she doing?”

“Oh she’s fine. Off to college. She’s a junior at State University.”

“Good for her. Good school,” I replied. “That’s where I went.”

We talked a minute or two about Jackie and then there was an awkward pause.

“So,” I said. “Is there anybody else over there at Jessie’s house I should ask about?”

“No. I don’t think so.”

“No. You sure?”

Her mouth twisted back to a sly grin, and then mine did too. “Well, we have a dog.” She was enjoying this.

“A dog,” I said. “How’s the dog?”

“She’s fine.”

We both wore grins and her brown eyes bored into mine.

“I’m pretty smooth, huh?”

She cackled again and I laughed out loud.

“Now comes the hard part,” I said as our laughter abated. “No pun intended,” I added, and she laughed again.

“Hard part. And what would be the hard part?” she asked.

“Well, after being so smooth, now is when I should probably ask for your phone number. But that would be phony because I already have your home number because I was always calling James about games and practice and whatnot. But you might not want me to call the house anyway because James might answer. So I guess I should ask you if you want to go out with me sometime and…”

As I was babbling the band broke into “What Does It Take?” by Junior Walker and the All-Stars and I stopped cold and grabbed her hand and squeezed. “Please dance with me,” I said. “I’m not much of a dancer but I love this song.” I pulled her hand and she got right up and I led her out on the dance floor.

We danced close, my right arm around her back and my left hand holding her right. We moved in sync and our bodies touched here and there. We talked through our dance, and more at the table. I told her about the blues band I was in and the various gigs we had coming up. We danced another slow tune. We talked some about jobs, about the baseball league, about music and movies, and whatever else came to mind. For close to three hours I was totally wrapped up in Jessie. The only time I spoke to anyone else was when I’d go to get another pitcher of beer.

When the band quit she excused herself to go to the ladies room. When she returned she handed me a card with her cell number on it.

“I’m calling you tomorrow,” I said. “What time is good?”

“Anytime would be nice,” she said, our eyes glued. “If I miss your call, I’ll call right back.” Then her eyes diverted and glanced over my shoulder. “Good night, Rob, and thank you. And good luck with Miss Geri.”

Jessie walked out the front door of the hall and I was not the only one admiring her ass on her way out. When I turned around Geri was staring at me and she looked kind of pissed.

She kind of was. I reminded her that I was only there as her casual buffer zone date as she had requested, not to stand at her side for four hours protecting her from guys trying to get into her pants. I took her home and dropped her off and that was the last time I saw her for quite a while.

–

The next afternoon I called Jessie and she picked right up and said ‘Hello’, and I started right in.

“Hello, Jessie. My name is Rob and I’m a local baseball coach and I think that you are a beautiful, voluptuous, foxy, sexy, smart, witty, escort bahçelievler mysterious, incredible woman and would you please go out with me?”

I heard her laughing on the other end. Then she said, “Hello Rob. Did you rehearse that?”

“No, I didn’t have to,” I said. “I have it written down.”

She laughed again and asked, “You want to take me out? You sure you’re ready for that?”

“Sure. What do you mean?”

“Well Rob, I’m a forty year old black woman and you’re a much-younger white man. How old are you anyway, mid-twenties?”

I told her I was twenty-eight.

“Okay, twenty-eight,” she went on. “I just want to…”

I cut her off and went back to my notes. “Hello, Jessie. My name is Rob and I’m a local baseball coach and I think that you are a voluptuous, beautiful, foxy, sexy, smart, witty, mysterious, incredible woman and would you please go out with me?”

Through her laughter she said she’d love to go out with me. We set it up for Thursday night.

–

I had asked Jessie about going out Wednesday night but she had a commitment, and I had gigs Friday and Saturday, so Thursday it was. She wanted to meet at a shopping center where she would leave her car and then ride with me. She wanted to keep her personal life separate from her family life for now. Understandable, I thought, with a teenager at home.

She got out of her car and as she walked toward mine I admired her and knew we’d turn some heads that night. Soft, sleeveless red dress falling to just above the knees and those long smooth legs. That black frizz brushing her shoulder, her slim waist, that fine ass and her sweet mouth with the big smile.

I opened the door for her and she got in and we said our hellos. I started the engine but didn’t put the car in gear. I turned slightly toward Jessie.

I looked her in the eye and said , “Jessie, before we go I need to ask you a very serious question.”

“Okay. What?”

“Can I kiss you now?”

“Can you kiss me now?”

“Yes. I’ve been dying to kiss you for like four days now and I really want this date to go perfect. And I figure if we can kiss now and, you know, break the ice, then we won’t have the pressure later of will we kiss and when we’ll kiss or how we’ll kiss and…”

“Shut up and kiss me,” she interrupted. She put her hand on my shoulder and pulled me to her. Her lips were soft and slightly parted and within a few seconds our tongues were enmeshed. It was a long slow kiss, the best first kiss I could ever remember as our mouths became acquainted. When we finally parted her hand kept our faces close. In a breathy voice she asked, “You happy now?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Me too,” she purred, and we kissed again and our tongues dove right in.

We had dinner at a nice restaurant with nonstop conversation and laughter. It was very natural and relaxed and comfortable, a stream of consciousness continuation of the hours we’d spent together at the crab feast. When I dropped her off at her car our kisses were again passionate and this time I placed a hand behind her head and ran my fingers through her hair. God I loved having that kinky hair in my hand, I get hard just thinking about it. When we parted we made plans to go out again the next week.

The following Tuesday we met for lunch at a café near her work. It was a short and sweet lunch hour, but again free and natural. The hello kiss was a quick peck on the lips, but when we said goodbye she gave my tongue a quick little suck, then flashed me a quick little smile as we parted. When she was a couple steps away I called her name and when she turned to face me I snapped her photo with my phone. She looked at me in mock anger.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she said.

“Took your picture. I’m going to blow it up to poster size and hang it on my wall,” I said.

“Better not,” she replied. “I might start thinking you’re some kind of pervert!” she said as she turned and walked back toward her office.

I saw her again later that week and we had a wonderful time together. We went to an outside jazz concert at the lakefront park, sipped wine, ate cheese and crackers, and talked. The conversation again was easy, and although it was an early night, her kisses at the end were more passionate than ever.

The following Thursday night I took her to a community theatre presentation of Guys and Dolls and drinks afterwards. When I dropped her off we again did some heavy kissing and I again ran my hand through her sexy frizz. Our hands had begun wandering a little and I had my other hand on her ass. After a while I pulled away.

I don’t know what caused me to say it, maybe it was because even though we’d only been together a few times our rapport and communication made it feel like much longer, but I said, “Damn, woman, you are dangerous.”

“What are you talking about?” she asked with bewildered eyes.

“When you kiss me like that and I have my hands escort bakırköy in your sexy hair and on that sweet ass of yours I get a raging erection that about drives me crazy!” I said.

“Well, it’s good to know you’re a healthy, young male and not some pervert. And I might like to see that thing sometime,” she said with that coy smile.

I smiled and said, “Just say when.”

She gave me a quick kiss on the lips and opened the passenger door and said, “I’ll remember that.” I watched her get into her car and drive away as my hard-on slowly abated.

About an hour or so later on my bed at home I was still so horny I whipped out my cell phone and my dick and jerked off looking at Jessie’s picture. Then I texted her and we had a brief conversation:

Just masturbated to your picture!

Good. Only once?

Workin on

Good Good!!

Aaaaaaaah. C U Sunday?

Probably will let u know. Jackie home for wkend & not sure what time she’s leaving sun.

OK good night

Good night

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

—

The next night I was playing a gig and we had just started the second set when I was surprised to see Jessie and Jackie enter the club. She waved as they took seats at the end of the bar. I admit being distracted as I eyed these two fine looking women. Jackie was a slightly smaller version of her mom: an inch or two shorter but with the same fine features, that slim body, curvy butt, medium sized titties pointing straight out. The only difference was Jackie’s hair was straight and long with some tan highlights. Both wore ass-hugging jeans, but Jessie had on a black designer t-shirt and Jackie wore a red blouse. Eyes were upon them.

When I sat down with them during the next break I grabbed Jessie’s hand and squeezed and thanked them for coming. I wasn’t sure whether to kiss her, not knowing what she may or may not have told her daughter, and her smile told me she understood. Jessie re-introduced me to Jackie. I’d only met her once before because she lived year round near the university about an hour and a half away and only came back to visit every few weeks or so. The three of us talked and Jackie seemed a little uncomfortable and she was kind of quiet but her eyes were a bit flirty. I asked her about her studies but she didn’t tell me a whole lot. The longest comment she made during that break was to say that she was glad her mother found a nice, decent, good-looking man but she sure hoped I wasn’t messing around and I better treat her right. When the time came to re-take the stage I asked them if they were going to hang around and Jessie said yes, they’d stay one more set.

When the next set ended and I walked toward the girls I saw Jackie gather up her purse and say something into her mother’s ear as she stepped off of her stool. When I reached the end of the bar Jackie looked right into my eyes and said, “Nice going, Coach, I dig your music. You play a mean sax and sing good too. Take care of my mama.” Then she turned and walked out.

I looked at Jessie and asked, “What’s up with her?”

“Nothing,” she said. “She likes you, she thinks you’re hot. She said when you sing and blow sax you don’t sound much like a white man. You have any idea what that means? Believe me, that’s a big compliment coming from her, she doesn’t hand out compliments easily.” She grabbed my hand, stared at me and said, “Look, she’s just being protective because I’m a single mom. I told her about us, I confided in her, she remembered you and how James looked up to you. I know her, she’s cool.”

“Then why did she run out?” I asked.

“She didn’t run out, she’s waiting in the car, giving me a little space, that’s all. Girl figures you want to kiss me and she was cramping our style.”

“Smart girl. Like her mom I guess. Should I walk you out now, or…”

“Nah, best to just get going, you got work to do,” she said, and started to get up. “And Jackie will be leaving Sunday in the early afternoon. I’ll call you and we can meet up after that if you like.”

“I like,” I said. “And thanks for coming tonight. It was a nice surprise.”

“Oh, my pleasure, I enjoyed it. Besides, I had to find out whether or not this man I’ve been seeing has any soul.” She had a twinkle in her eye and that cute little smirk on her face.

I asked, “Well, how did I do?”

She kissed me briefly on the lips and said with a wink, “I’ll let you know on Sunday.” Then she turned and headed for the exit. She didn’t look back and I kept my eyes on her ass until the door closed behind her.

—

On Sunday we met at the usual place. As Jessie got out of her car and walked over I admired how hot she looked. She wore sandals, white cotton shorts and a red tank top which showed off her strong shoulders and toned arms. I noticed she wore no bra, a first, and her nipples were poking through the thin red fabric.

She got in and we kissed. We said our hellos and I told her that she looked especially hot. Then she put her left hand behind my head and plunged her tongue into my mouth and kissed me with a force that about took my breath away. The kiss was long and her right hand went to my crotch and grabbed my half-stiff cock, another first. The kiss went on and I grew in her grasp.

Our lips parted but her face stayed inches from mine, her hand still on my cock. She said one word.

After seeing Becky with her two ‘friends’ I decided to buy a surveillance system. Thank God for warehouse club. When I went on line I found that not only could I set cameras in every room; I could do it wirelessly and on the cheap. I could even spring for an upgrade in resolution. They had the whole thing at the warehouse on my way home from work.

I told Laurie that I was working late. I unloaded everything onto my workbench and brought in each piece one at a time. One piece is easier to explain away or hide than an entire system. I took most of the night to mount and configure the motion detector and eight cameras. This particular system came with an app that would allow me to watch and control the camera settings through the internet; a nice addition since I couldn’t take any time off work.

I tested the system’s basic functionality by watching my dog prowl from room to room and saw Laurie sitting in the dining room poring over paperwork from her office. Then, after Laurie and Becky went to bed, I went into the garage and enabled the “Alert” mode. I closed the website and called the dog. Just as he pushed through the door an email popped up on my computer. I clicked on it and watched in real time our dog hunt through each room for any food that may have been dropped on the floor. I didn’t get to bed until two in the morning.

I laid on my back and listened to Laurie for most of the night. Even though I had only gotten a couple hours of sleep, I was up with Laurie’s alarm. I immediately went downstairs, let the dog out and while I was getting his food ready I double checked all of the cameras. These were nothing like the surveillance cameras you might see in the mall. These were small and discrete and not meant to be seen. The living room had three cameras, one at the top of the entertainment center, one on top of the bookcase and the other was in the planter by the door in the foyer. There were two more in the kitchen, one in the dining room and two in the basement.

I had checked all of the cameras by the time Laurie came into the kitchen. They were well hidden but Laurie would spot them as soon as she sat down, so I made plans to remove them after work. I didn’t have to worry about Becky; she’d be too busy to notice. Laurie left first, and since I normally left a couple of minutes after her, I took that time to open my laptop and check the URL for the web service. After entering my product information and creating the log-in credentials, I got a very clear image of each room. I only had to adjust the kitchen camera; all of the others caught their areas perfectly. Through my laptop speakers I could hear the click of the dog’s nails on the wood floor as I watched him walk from room to room.

At around 10:00 AM while I was sitting at my desk with my laptop with the air card plugged in an email flashed on the screen. I made myself take a few moments and just breath before I clicked on the link. It automatically opened with the tripped camera. I was looking at the empty living room. There was no contrast. Everything was washed out by the sunlight flooding through the open door. I switched over to the view from the foyer.

Suddenly, a thick baritone filled my office with “Oh, Hell yeah.” I couldn’t get to the volume control fast enough because, there was the sound of a loud exhale and then “And to think, I thought that old fucker was lying.”

The screen was filled with Becky’s profile. A large black hand was holding back her hair and her mouth was full of a huge black cock. She was looking up into his face as he masturbated in her mouth. After a couple of minutes of bobbing her head up and down she cradled his balls with her left hand as she lovingly bathed his shaft with her wet tongue. She licked it slowly through a wide open smile. Each long deliberate stroke brought a deep sigh from the overweight black man sitting in front of her. His ashy knees were spread wide with his ponderous belly hanging just above the gray thatch of kinky pubic hair that had the object of my stepdaughter’s affection sprouting out of it. She bathed his cock and balls with her pink tongue and soft red lips all the while moaning like a woman on the verge of an orgasm.

Becky’s hand was planted at the base of the thick black cock. Her small white hand was dwarfed by the thick meat she was pleasuring. Occasionally, she let the pointed uncircumcised head pop from her mouth and would stare at it for a moment before kissing and licking its length. It was while she was kissing the shaft that the black man began his lewd monologue.

“You love being a slut.” The statement was made in the same escort taksim way he would have noted Becky’s hair color. Then, when Becky tried to answer he commanded, “don’t stop, I know the truth, you don’t need to tell me. Not right now anyway. You’re slutting on my cock; making it all wet and ready. Shit girl, I didn’t even have to tell you to suck it. Yeah, my cock in your beautiful little mouth is like a hand in a glove. It’s just where is should be.”

Becky fell into a slow even rhythm. Her left hand was firmly holding the black man’s huge cock so she could rock her whole body forward and accept its length into her throat. Like a puppy anticipating its next command, Becky’s gaze stayed upward toward his face. She leaned forward and held herself tightly against his groin. The entire monster was inside her mouth and down her throat. She held her position while extending her throat to stimulate the underside of his cock. He groaned and she redoubled her efforts. I noticed her right hand. I had assumed she was using it to steady herself but no; she had the two middle fingers of her right hand buried deep in her pussy while her thumb rubbed her clit.

Suddenly, he wrapped a hand around her throat and tightened his grip. Becky stopped rocking. Slowly he extirpated his cock from my stepdaughter’s throat. Becky inhaled loudly when the shiny, pointed tip finally came into view. After a few more loud gasps, Becky assumed the position for her mating. She was face down with her shoulders resting on the floor and her knees spread wide with her ass high up in the air.

His black body was mostly out of camera shot, but, two deep thuds resonated through my speakers as he positioned himself behind her. I could only see his thick black arms and hands holding Becky’s young white body in place. I could see his grip tighten on her hips and then Becky surge forward. To keep from toppling over, she put one hand on the bench in front of her and the other out farther on the floor. The result was that her tits swayed with each of his hard thrusts. Then, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her up off the floor. She scrambled to get her arms under herself. Instead of pulling away from the savage she pressed her soft ass back against him and yelled with a voice tinged with fear and arousal.

“Fuck me. Come on, you know you’ve wanted to, so come on and do it. Fuck me hard.” She yelled at the black man who was violently screwing her on the floor in my foyer.

“Now that’s right. Baby you need to remember this. Your love for black cock aint ever going to be satisfied. Remember my cock when you get to work and some white boy gets you drunk and beds you down. When his cock doesn’t fill you like mine, when his cock shoots his cum into you and it don’t go anywhere. Then, remember me, cause I’m going to shoot my load deep inside you. It will never come out.” Becky began to moan. It was a constant hiss like tea pot on low boil. He picked up his the tempo of their mating and the lewdness of his diatribe increased.

“You could have called this quits at any time, bitch. But you like it. Fuck, you love Getting black cock in your family’s house while they out working for your future. Keeping your new career; that’s just an excuse. Isn’t it bitch?”

When Becky didn’t answer he shoved himself hard against her and flopped himself over her so his ponderous belly was laying on her back. He repeated his question but this time his thrusts were slower but pressed farther and he lingered longer with his cock completely buried in her womb.

Becky got the message and replied through clenched teeth. “I’m bad. Oh God, I’m so bad.”

Becky was in some world of her own and he knew more about it than I did. “Yeah, you a bad girl. You’re a nasty little slut.” he affirmed with a hoarse whisper.

“It feels great to be bad. You make me so happy, baby, when you’re bad. I love it, and right now, you are so bad.” His accusation came in a thick monotone whisper.

I couldn’t hear Becky’s whispered response, but her obese black lover certainly did; his demeanor changed, he lifted himself up so he was once again fucking her doggy style. His left hand gripped my stepdaughter around the waist while his right pulled a thick handle of her hair.

“Ah fuck, I love this sloppy pussy. Fuck. Fuck, bitch, you got a good pussy. A damn good pussy; I’m going to fuck this again. You hear that? I’m going to fuck this again.”

“It’s yours baby.” Becky said breathily. Her eyes were half closed and her lips hung slack as her body was pushed forward by his cock escort ortaköy and pulled back by his thick black hands. Her big breasts were rocking back and forth and her pink nipples were small swollen points.

My God, the slut was really enjoying it. I couldn’t look away from the screen. My stepdaughter was taking a strange black man’s cock from behind, not like some catholic ingénue but like a well-used slut. She read her black lover exactly and now had him pleading for release.

“Ah fuck, I love this pussy. Damn this is some good shit. You gonna make me bust a nut. I’m gonna nut in you.”

The black man increased his ruthless pounding of Becky’s ass.

“Ah fuck, ah fuck” he bellowed with his quickening pace.

Becky kept her ass high up in the air and he rode it like a rutting seal. Becky was staring blankly toward the camera until suddenly her lips opened with a silent moan. Her body went suddenly slack. Her big black lover sank to the floor on top of her. He held himself over her with his outstretched arms.

Below him, Becky was shaking as if plunged into ice water.

“Oh fuck girl, you’re grabbing me, I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it. I’m nutting. I’m gonna bust my nut.” He sounded desperate. He pushed hard down onto her. Becky’s legs splayed farther apart to accommodate his bulk. She let her head and shoulders rest on the shiny hardwood floor.

Becky slinked her arm up to caress her lover’s fat black ass.

She cooed as her hand ran over the tall mound of his quivering flesh. “Oh God your cock is so big. Give me your nut. Come on, give it to me. “

A sly grin slid across Becky’s face as she waited for her lover’s reply. Then after a few moments she asked simply, “Whose pussy is this?”

“It’s mine.” Growled the fat black fucker

Becky whispered, “Then seed it baby. Seed it before your uncle does.”

Just then his fat belly began to undulate. His movements became violent and Becky slid forward two or three inches on the slick wood floor. His anger filled my speakers.

“This pussy is mine. It’s mine, bitch. You hear me, mine.” Her black lover was screaming his ownership. I turned down the volume again on the speakers.

Becky’s single question brought out all of his aggression. Her smile melted away and her brow furrowed as her legs tensed against the sudden attack on her vagina.

Suddenly he stopped. His large fleshy body arched and he growled “I’m nutting. I’m fucking nutting inside you Bitch. Take it. Fucking take my nut bitch. Take it all.”

He ground his fat crotch into her ass as Becky said softly “I love it. I love being bad.”

After a minute or so his breathing slowed and evened out. He said my stepdaughter’s name and then said, “Oh I think we best close the door.

With his big black cock still emptying its load inside her, Becky relaxed, flicked her leg and I heard the front door slam shut. The light was gone. It was difficult to see with only the light from the transom. The fat black man lifted himself off of Becky. He rose to his feet and stood on wobbly legs. His legs were dark brown triangles with his wrinkled knees gray blotches in the dim light.

“Where’s that letter your daddy called about?” asked the black man through a long sigh.

Becky was still on the floor seemingly too tired to get up. The fat black man had a bundle of clothes in his hand. He sat on the bench and stopped to look down at my stepdaughter.

“Oh, it’s in the kitchen I’ll get it for you in a second.” Becky said dismissively.

“That’s good but, I’m not leaving here with a dirty dick.” He announced flatly.

Becky rolled over got on her hands and knees and crawled between the black legs. She started with his left thigh. She licked and nuzzled and sucked lightly here and there. From mid-thigh she started and continued until she reached his crotch. Immediately she switched to his other thigh. Again she started at his mid-thigh licked her way toward his crotch occasionally sucking lightly on his hairy fat flesh.

Without using her hands Becky cleaned his sagging black balls that were laying on my bench. Each one looked like a plum that she was delicately holding in her cheek. When she let each out, she licked the skin that incased it. After her cleaning, the black man’s balls were tight against his cock which was slowly rising to attention. Becky licked up and down the thick black shaft. As she started at the base she planted a dozen or so small kisses on its underside. At the tip she swirled he tongue under the foreskin then escort bayrampaşa kissed the disappearing head.

Sitting back on her haunches she gazed up at the black man and said, “No need in your wife finding out about this, so just in case I think I should give you a good cleaning.”

Again the baritone filled my speakers but this time the voice was only laughter; vile, evil sounding laughter its crescendo coincided with the fat black man lifting one of his thighs and sliding his ass off the bench. Suspended in front of Becky was his big black ass hole. I only saw the stinking orifice for a second, after that all I could see was the back of my stepdaughter’s head.

“Clean it good now girl. That’s it get that tongue up in there. Go deep, yeah just like that.” the black man said as Becky’s head pressed farther against his anus.

After a few moments, she began to make small circles. As she made these slow circles she reached up with her right hand and slowly pumped his rock hard black meat. The sudden attention brought the lewd remarks back to my speakers. “Lick my cheeks too girl, yeah you’re one hot, nasty slut. Fuck, bitch you’re tossing my salad. Right here, you’re tossing my salad.”

Becky alternated between rimming the black man’s ass and licking his big ponderous balls. Regardless of what her mouth was doing her small white hands pumped his cock until finally he began to arch his back and lift himself off the bench.

“Damn girl, you doing it again! You must be hungry for my nut. Fuck yeah, here it is, get it, get it bitch.” He yelled. Then Just as he was telling my Becky to get his load she pulled away from his black ass and suddenly engulfed his cock.

Becky took a couple of inches of his cock into her mouth then froze. As if on cue the black bastard pumped his fat hips up and down, fucking my stepdaughter’s mouth like a shallow pussy. Then he stopped. A hand came up and held Becky’s head in place. Her eyes closed as she swallowed spurt after spurt of his semen.

Finally, the hand came off the back of Becky’s head and the black man sat back down on the bench. Becky sat back on her haunches and looked up expectantly at the man.

Quietly, like an obedient puppy Becky sat and watched the obese black man put on his clothes. “Fuck, that was great. You are one hot slut, baby. It’s a good thing my wife don’t fuck like you do.” He told her with a chuckle.

“What? You don’t like it hot and nasty?” Becky replied in an innocent tone with a finger to the side of her mouth.

“Fuck yeah I love it hot and nasty. But, if she did it then I’d have to stay home and fuck her all the time. No work, and no Becky. I think I’m going to go home and give that bitch a kiss. Hell, it’s later than I thought, get that letter, I got to go.”

Becky got up and bounced off to the kitchen. When she came back her black lover was dressed. She handed him the envelope. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said as he crossed between her and the camera.

The door was open again, Becky stood naked in its light looking perplexed. Below her at her feet was a glob of lumpy semen. “I thought this was instead of Thursday. Your uncle is still coming over tomorrow?” Becky asked the question but her voice sounded like she already knew the answer.

“Hell no!” the black man squealed in surprise. “There aint no exchanges! He’s told everyone that I know to come on by. Said something about it being a time they’ll never forget. That cheap old fucker never gave me nothing. I guess you make up for all those years of stinginess.”

Becky looked frightened but her fear didn’t keep her from letting him cup her breasts and run his black hand over he flat belly to her wet vagina.

“Don’t worry girl. This party is big because most likely it’s the last. He said something about you moving away.”

Becky nodded her head.

“Well, there you go. You’re a hot white bitch but none of us are going to travel to get some. Don’t worry. You just get your pretty little self ready for tomorrow. You’ll have fun, we’ll have fun and then you’ll be living somewhere else and we’ll just have to jack off thinking about your white ass.”

Becky looked at the ground and said quietly “ok”.

“That’s a girl.” The black bastard said in way of encouragement but then added “You best be good tomorrow, real good so none of us feels like we missed out on anything.”

Becky nodded again and the black man left. He didn’t shut the door. So she went to it and looked out as she pushed it closed. A few minutes later she was cleaning their fluids off the floor and she said to herself. “I hope he wasn’t kidding. Thursday better be the last time. That old fucker is getting a really good deal. I hope they’ve got some decent beer tomorrow.”

My phone rang. It was my secretary; she was reminding me of me of my purchase meeting. I clicked my laptop closed, adjusted my pants and hoped I could make it through the meeting.

Dustin ran back inside Ortlieb’s to grab his guitar and told his stage manager he’d see him later on. The set was a jam session so he wouldn’t be missed. There were several in the audience dying to take Dustin’s position for that evening. He explained that he had a dire emergency that needed his immediate attention. He did not mention that what was at attention was his thick seven and a half inch penis that was already leaking pre cum. He adjusted his fly as he walked back outside to Bria. She was waiting in her car; smoking the last of a joint she had been smoking earlier in the day. She was such a pothead. Dustin tapped on the window and startled her.

“You gonna share some of that?” he asked jokingly.

Startled, she rolled down the window and managed to drop the roach on the floor.

“Oh my god Dustin, you’re going to give me a heart attack. But I have some more at the house.

“So am I just gonna follow you?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay baby doll let’s go. I’m down the street. I’ll pull up. Don’t leave me!”

He kissed her on the cheek and ran to his car with his guitar in tow. She couldn’t believe she was actually having him over. He was, after all a stranger. She only knew him through the many phone conversations and Internet exchanges. She wondered if this was erratic behavior. She rationalized that it couldn’t be because slutty women bring unknown men home from bars constantly, and she never even did that. She knew her Dustin. She hoped She did anyhow.

Dustin pulled up in a pick up truck. The tires looked muddy, and it looked like it needed a major washing. He honked the horn for Bria, and she pulled out of her parking space and led him to her home. Her head was swirling with lust and excitement. She looked out her rear view mirror to make sure that Dustin was still behind her. The moon was full on the cold December evening. Its light reflected on the Schuykill River as Bria led her soon-to-be lover along the drive to her home. She lived in a beautiful three-story twin home left by her mother who had long ago moved to Southern California. She lived there with her two roommates: Cat, her 11-year-old white cat. and Poochie, her 6-year-old shitzu. It was nice to have company she thought as she pulled up to her house.

They both found parking spaces, and Bria walked up the stairs. Dustin joined her and they walked up several steps.

“You live here in this big house all by yourself?” he asked.

“Yeah”, she replied. “I have a cat and a dog though. They are sleeping upstairs.”

“Need a human roommate?” He looked at her with that sheepish sly grin.

“You silly boy”.

Once past the vestibule, Dustin could finally see the sway in her shapely hips. She wore knee-hi boots and a tight black skirt that undoubtedly had some kind of stretchy material in it for ease of movement. Her bottom was wide and plump. Although he became fixated on that roundness as she took their jackets to the closet, he couldn’t help but notice the beautiful surroundings of her home. There was art everywhere. Wooden African statues and masks. Wall paintings and pottery. He was duly impressed with this woman he had come to know over the last four months. To his delight, up against a wall under track lights was a Wurlitzer piano.

“You never told me you play.” he said.

“Oh yeah,” she replied from the kitchen as she poured water for herself. “I only ever really learned heart and soul. Do you want anything to drink?”

“I’ll take a beer if you have any.”

Bria brought out the tall glass of water and a bottle of Yeungling for Dustin. She led him upstairs to the second floor.

Her bedroom was a bit messy, but her bed was made. The large room was filled with a bunch of clothing and other necessities that made her life simple. Next to her bed were stands on either side. One had a medium sized water pipe on it, which was dark around its base from obvious use. Cologne lined her dresser. She had several plants in the window that served as a curtain of sorts. Dustin marveled at her intricate and cluttered surroundings. It reminded him of himself. She told him to have a seat, and he watched as she lit two candles, and turned the stereo on. She put on WXPN, the local public radio station that had the best alternative music around. Dustin was anxious to get started.

“Come here,” he said.

“Yes sir,” she replied. She walked toward Dustin and relinquished herself to him.

“You are just so beautiful”. and he kissed her. “You know I used to be a punk” He whispered in her ear as he began to unbutton her blouse. He wanted his hands all over her body at once. Momentarily he forgot about her blouse and filled her mouth with his thick tongue. It was healthy and he explored her mouth without abandon. She forgot about the possibility of mono or other contagious bacteria. Not now. Being responsible was not in the forefront of her mind. Dustin’s swollen cock was the only thing that mattered.

A Keane song was fading out in the background and Bria excused herself to change the music. She scooted over to the other side of the bed and adjusted the stereo from the radio to the CD player. She had a five-track changer that had The White Stripes, Jill Scott, Stone Temple Pilots, Audioslave and Primus in it. As she read off the names of the artists to Dustin, he simply marveled at her eclectic tastes in music. She pushed the buttons until it stopped on the Audioslave CD, and Chris Cornell’s strong voice bemoaned its own sensual eroticism as he wailed about his creator. Bria rolled back over to the other side of the bed and landed sitting up as Dustin stood in front of her.

They were perfectly suited for their respective positions. He, the dominant younger darling. She, the obedient older submissive princess who for the moment had found her prince. Dustin reached down to her sweet, soft face and caressed it protectively. Like a kitten, she muttered what sounded like a purr as she rubbed her cheek against the palm of his masculine hand. His fingers explored further and he dug them into her highlighted hair.

“Show me how to live”, Cornell’s voice belted out as Dustin began to pull Bria toward his ever-swelling bulge in his pants. Like an orchestration, Bria moved in sync with Dustin. She followed his lead.

“Unzip my pants,” He said rather strongly. His cockiness was more prevalent than ever. Bria was excited to be at Dustin’s whim. It had been two years since she had been with another person sexually, and her senses were at an all time peak. The candlelight created funny shadows on the walls, but made their skin glow creating a strong sense of lust between the two of them. Dustin went back to unbuttoning her blouse where he released two glorious mounds of succulent brown flesh. She wore a red lace bra that seemed to make her heaving 44DDs swell even more. Her heart raced and the first surge of wetness began to leak on her matching panties she wore underneath the skirt and pantyhose, which had yet to be removed.

Bria did as she was told and used her right hand to slowly unzip Dustin’s pants. Her hands moved about his body gingerly, and he was amused by her delicate handling of him as if he were as precious as her tender heart. He grunted from the surge of sexual energy that charged up his spine and back down to his belly. He trembled she touched his stomach. It was more intense than he could ever imagine. Bria’s hands continued to explore her lover’s body. She moved them up his chest then down the sides, familiarizing herself with all she could. His skin was soft and pale. She noticed the contrast of their outer flesh. Melanin here. Lack of it there. She could feel him staring at her although she now pressed her lips into his belly and wasn’t looking into those emerald-colored eyes. She stuck out her very wet and hot sweet tongue and encircled his navel. She lapped all about that tiny little belly button and kissed his mid section anxiously. Dustin responded by pulling her head closer to him. His urgency was understood by Bria and she dug her fingers into his back pulling him closer to her mouth.

“Baby. Fuck! My god girl”, he said as he moved back so he could grab her face. “Give me that mouth.”

He sat next to her on the bed and faced her. They briefly exchanged deep looks. Dark looks. Staring into each other’s eyes. Cornell now sang about finding another slave. Bria thought that perhaps she could be Dustin’s. He parted his mouth and slid his snake-like tongue down Bria’s throat. They both moaned as they shared the inner workings of their mouths. Becoming dangerously intimate so fast. Dustin’s right hand found her breasts again. His cock was getting uncomfortably stiff. He removed his pants. Bria’s blouse was now off and she began to wiggle out of her skirt. He marveled as she revealed herself to him. She stood to step out of the skirt and he smacked her ass with a loud whap!

He said, “That’s one sweet ass baby.” He felt her bottom and squeezed it. She twisted her body to watch him handle her rump. He pulled her back to the bed to continue to ravage her warm round and curvy body. She rolled on her back and he crawled on top of her. He began to grind his body on top of hers. Bria spread her thick thighs wide. Dustin’s dick was piercing through his boxer briefs. Bria still had on her panties and hose, but her vaginal wetness was seeping through the thin fabric. Dustin’s beastly nature began to grow. His fury of kisses made their way to Bria’s full brown bosom. He unsnapped her bra like a pro to free the huge mammaries. His mouth dripped sticky saliva on first the left then right nipple. Bria moaned and dug her fingers into Dustin’s wavy mane. He sucked firmly, but gently on the nips sucking up as much flesh as he could while doing it. His fingers found themselves inside the crotch of her panties.

“Oh Dus-,” Bria whispered as she spread her legs as far as she could so her lover could explore her chocolate pussy with relative ease.

“You don’t need these on now do you?”, he asked as he first ripped her pantyhose off then yanked at the red and now very sticky panties. He stopped suddenly and pushed her legs even further apart. He placed his face between her meaty thighs and inhaled deeply that sweet scent of woman. His tongue pressed through the delicate material and teased her hot cunt. Bria began to shudder and tried to push his face away because the feeling was too incredible. This only urged Dustin on. He now ripped off her underwear and spread her labia to find a glistening and juicy plump puss. His eager tongue found her small but stiffened clit and teased the sweet flesh.

“Dustin. No. Oh my god. I can’t take it.”

Her pleas were useless. Dustin began to gently flick his tongue back and forth across Bria’s excited clitoris. Her body couldn’t help but respond to Dustin’s oral ravishing. Her hips began to buck steadily as he flattened out his tongue to taste more of her savory nectar. With his left hand he found the opening of her twat and gently eased his middle and forefinger into her hot fleshy pussy. It felt wonderfully snug and unbelievably wet. He pulled out and shoved the fingers into her mouth. Bria sucked his fingers in a wicked fashion and caused Dustin to moan deeply.

“Oh god Dustin”, she whimpered, “You’re gonna make me cum. Oh GOD!”

Bria began working herself into a frenzy as Dustin now concentrated on her clit. Her hip-bucking become more frantic and Dustin sensed a climax.

“Come on bitch.” He urged. Cum for daddy.” Bria was shocked and turned on all at once by his language. He never spoke to her that way before, but found herself wanting to be as slutty as he commanded.

“Uh, uhhh godddddd Dustinnnn”, and she released a bed-shifting, neck breaking climax and squirted a sweet stream of sticky girl juice into Dustin’s throat.”

“FUCK YEAH slut. That’s it. That’s how I like it!” And he lapped up her fluid even more not knowing she was multiple orgasmic. Bria immediately built up an intense crescendo and broke into another seizure-like climax thrashing her body about. Dustin was now out of his shorts and his glazed face greeted Bria’s. He kissed her and gave her praise for having such a sweet slutty pussy.

“I want this to be mine”, he said, and cupped her fat mound with his hand. All she could do was moan for a response. He grabbed his cock and straddled her chest. He squeezed her tits together. He lubed his cock with some of her stickiness. He slid his hot fat dick between her mounds and began to fuck her huge breasts.

Bria’s back arched upward to help Dustin in this most lascivious task. She shifted to move pillows underneath her head to prop herself up more so that Dustin could now slide the tip of his enraged penis into her mouth. Dustin now followed Bria’s lead and adjusted himself so that he could dip his large cum-filled balls into her awaiting mouth. Bria lapped at them furiously. Dustin pumped his hips forward grinding into her face. He smeared the traces of saliva all over her sweet face. She slurped and tasted him, familiarizing herself with his rhythm and scent and the saltiness of his sweat.

They wiggled themselves into a new position. Now Dustin was nude before Bria. His Adonis-like masculinity lay before her. His tiny pink nipples were stiff on his slender, yet muscular long body. His messy hair was so sexy and needed a trim, but it lined his face perfectly. She now noticed a scar on his right shoulder and kissed it.

“What happened there?” she asked.

He replied,” I was a crazy violent kid.” He laughed. She wasn’t’ sure if he was serious or not, and decided not to ponder the thought. She continued with her exploration instead. She kissed his strong chest and sucked gently on those hardened nipples. Dustin’s hands found her body and kneaded her soft flesh while gently coaxing her down his body. She nibbled down to his crotch and found a thick patch of curly hair. It was reddish brown and kinkier than even the slight bush on her own sweet spot. His hot cock rubbed against her soft cheek. She gently held it and began her assault.

From her mouth she pulled a wad of saliva and began to pump the base of his swollen and now dark pinkish rod as her lips found the tip of his cock. Dustin released sounds that seemed inhuman as he pumped his beastly cock into her mouth. He tried to gag her as he fucked her mouth with fury. He grabbed her head and Bria muddled sounds of choking as she deep throated his violating cock. Dustin had to use all his might to prevent from spraying his hot load into the back of her slutty throat.

Dustin pulled out of her mouth because the sensation was completely overwhelming. No groupie had ever given him that kind of rush. Her mouth was like magic, but it was her pussy he now had to have.

Bria could sense that Dustin now wanted to impale her eager snatch. She reached over to her nightstand and grabbed a condom. They had swapped some juices, but she just didn’t want to go there with the semen.At least not yet. She simply couldn’t. She handed Dustin the little packet, and he instantly obliged. He couldn’t open up the condom fast enough and used his teeth to rip open the seal. Bria heaved her hips up and down anticipating would looked like to be the fuck she had been waiting for.

Dustin slid the thin lubricated latex on his raging member. He parted Bria’s thighs and lifted her left leg over his shoulder. She was ready to receive him. Without any hesitation Dustin slid his pulsating man meat deep into the caverns of her needy cunt. They both let out moans and curses and grunts of desire not had before by either. Dustin was in pure erotic heaven as he sank his sweet dick into her meaty pussy, plummeting her as hard and intense as he could. His full balls smacked up against the bottom of her ass as he slammed her to the hilt. Her hips greeted his thrusts with magnificent and deliberate motion. He reached underneath her bottom to pull her closer to him. He wanted her to feel her deep. But he also didn’t want to cum yet.

“Turn over,” he said, and she obediently followed his order. Now that big brown bottom was in front of him. Her ass parted like a sweet fleshy heart as he examined her tight pucker hole and spread her puss so that he could enter her hard from behind into her love canal.

“Oooh… uumph”, was all she could say as she pleaded with her lover and his attack on her twat. Dustin grabbed her hips and began to slap her plump, bouncing bottom as he slammed his dick into her pussy. He was now nearing his climax. He pumped her chocolate cunt furiously as he watched his pink flesh enter that dark hole. Sweat poured down his face as he held on to his lover’s backside with fury as he slammed harder and harder into her precious mound.

“Oh fuck baby,” he said. “Your so tight. So fat. SOooo wet. I love this pussy. You’re gonna make me cum baby!!!Yeah. Fuck girl! ARGHHHHHHHH!”

Dustin grunted and pulled his cock out and quickly ripped the condom off and sprayed a thick creamy load of baby juice all over her fat bouncing bottom. She still bucked while he lay his nasty sticky semen all over her back and ass cheeks. He pumped, for what seemed like a full 60 seconds, streams and loads of that creaminess all over her back and bottom. He smacked the last few drops of the hot cum on her plump cheeks, exhausted in the fury of his hot orgasm. He was spent. He fell next to her kissing her face and mouth, sucking on her bottom lip as she shook in her own ecstasy.

“Come here”, he said and without wiping up their mess, he pulled her close and nuzzled in her warm bosom. He wrapped his arm around her thick waist, and shuddered a few more spasms as his climax finally passed. Whimpers escaped her lips, but no words could be formed. They started it now, and there was no turning back.

“Where the hell is he?”

Sydney grumbled out loud, peaking over at the red numbers steadily changing on her alarm clock. Christian said he would be there by midnight and it was already going on 1-o-clock in the morning. He was supposed to be taking her out to a late movie but by this time it had already started, leaving slim to zero opportunities for Sydney to get out of the house that night.

She was back from college for winter break and her mom and both her sisters were home and the last thing she wanted to do was stay in the house. Anticipating a nice date, Sydney had even taken the extra effort to make herself look presentable and attractive just for Christian.

Her large breasts and small waist were poured into a cream-colored cashmere sweater, the low slope of it’s collar showing just the slightest bit of her toffee-colored cleavage and the rest of the sweater clinging to her cinched waist and stopping at her mid-hip, accentuating the natural curves of her busty body. Below her waist, Sydney wore a dark pair of jeans that looked like they had been painted onto her shapely legs, the tightness of the denim giving the swell of her round, pert ass a bit of attention. Her jeans tucked neatly into a pair of knee-high cream toned boots that boosted her petite height of 5’3 to a good 5’6, complimenting her long legs and creating a sexy yet reserved look.

Sydney’s dark hair hung down to the small of her back in large, shiny curls. Her make up was minimal and her full lips were touched with a light coat of lip balm and nothing more. She was definitely ready to escape the house and was sorely disappointed once the clock blinked to 1:30am. Yep, the movie had started and Christian was still no where to be found.

Grumbling and cursing Christian for being a no-show, Sydney began to undress, not expecting to go out any time soon. She was just beginning to lift her shirt over her head when she heard her door close behind her. Thinking that it was one of her family members busting in, Sydney turned around, her mouth opening to scold whoever had opened her door without knocking. To her surprise, her intruder was Christian, his nearly 6’0 frame leaning against her door dressed in a slightly sagging pair of blue jeans and a casual black shirt, a black and red hat situated on his head and one of his sneaker clad feet propped up against the door. Sydney could see the muscles in his arms bulging as he crossed them over his chest, his chocolaty brown eyes roving the curves of her body, a pleased smirk on his full lips. Christian was the epitome of sexy, his Latin roots oozed sexuality and his strong, prominent features caused Sydney to inwardly swoon every time he looked at her.

“No, please continue.”

Christian continued to smirk with a raised eyebrow, enjoying the beginnings of the strip tease Sydney was putting on in her own bedroom.

As badly as Sydney wanted to be mad at him, she felt a rush of heat warm her body and the apex of her thighs when she saw Christian leaning against her door, his full, kisseable lips upturned in a cocky smile that made her clench her thighs in arousal when her lips caught sight of them. She couldn’t help how instantly turned on she got whenever he was in her presence, especially when she wasn’t expecting him.

Christian continued to smile when he saw each emotion play across her face, she was unbelievably easy to read. After spending so much time with her, he knew Sydney’s facial expressions like the back of his hand and easily caught on to every move she made, his eyes not failing to see the slight uncomfortable flex in her thighs when she looked at him. He had turned her on already! Maybe she wouldn’t escort aksaray be upset with him after all.

No such luck.

Finally snapping out of her trance, Sydney lowered her shirt and scowled at Christian, walking towards him with a finger pointed towards his chest before she jabbed at it sharply, ignoring the slight pain his hard chest was inflicting on her finger.

“One, why the hell did you come in here without calling me first?! My whole family is here and awake!” She yelled in a hushed tone, “Two! Why are you so fucking late?!” She continued on with more jabs to his hard chest. “And three,” she paused, “there is no three, but I’m still mad at you!” She huffed at him.

Even in her heels she was a good few inches shorter than him and her little bout of anger would be seen as quite comical from another person’s standpoint, but at the moment, Sydney was both irritated and sexually frustrated, two feelings that didn’t ever mix too well for her.

“Ow, stop it, Sydney..” Christian frowned at her, the hard jabs she was giving his chest starting to pain him a bit. To stop her sharp pokes, he grabbed her wrists firmly and forced a closed-mouthed kiss on her lips, silencing her babbling and causing her to relax for a moment. “My boss had me work for a little longer than I though, I’m sorry mami..” He pulled away just a little, his lips brushing hers with every word he spoke, teasing her before he kissed her again, firmer this time, his tongue snaking out to taste the strawberry lip balm on her lips and his teeth gently biting down on her fleshy lower lip, eliciting a soft moan from her.

Sydney instantly relaxed against Christian, her hands resting on his chest and her facing tilting upwards to press her lips harder against his. She parted her lips to deepen the kiss only for Christian to bite down on it and cause her to moan again, wetness already beginning to pool in her panties and her body instinctively pressing against his. Sydney pulled her lip from between his teeth and kissed him again, her tongue finding its way into his mouth, rolling and rubbing against his wet apendage, his unique taste making her moan into his mouth while her hands steadily worked their way under his shirt to stroke his bare chest. Her fingertips gingerly slid over the hard planes of his abdomen, moving upwards to his chest where she gently scraped the top of his nipples with her thumb nails, smiling against his lips when she did so.

Christian gasped in surprise when she skimmed his nipples, clearly not used to that kind of stimulation. He pulled away from Sydney’s lips to kiss downwards towards her large, brown globes, trailing kisses down her delicate throat and running his tongue along the crease of her cleavage, gently nipping at the top of her fleshy breasts.

“Mmm…” Sydney bit her lip and arched her back forward towards his mouth, his ministrations causing her nipples to pebble up beneath her sweater, creating two noticeable peaks that Christian did not fail to catch, clamping on to her left nipple through the fabric of her sweater.

“Ah!” She yelped in surprise, her hand reaching forward and knocking Christian’s hat from his head to run her fingers through his hair and hold him closer to her breasts while he hiked her shirt up over her breasts and tugged down her bra, suckling on her left nipple this time while he gripped her small waist.

By this point Sydney’s pussy was nearly gushing with longing, completely leading all of her actions. Eager to feel the warmth and wetness of Christian’s talented tongue a little lower on her body, Sydney playfully urged him lower.

“Ah mami, escort şirinevler a little impatient aren’t we?” Christian smirked when he felt Sydney gently urge him lower, taking the hint and kissing her flat belly down to the top of her mound. Realizing that she may get a little unstable with what he was about to do, Christian roughly gripped her ass and turned her so her back was up against her bedroom door and he was on his knees below her.

With one strong tug Christian had pulled Sydney’s jeans and panties down around her ankles. He swiftly tugged off her boots and pulled her pants and panties completely off before forcefully spreading her legs and kissing the top of her trimmed mound, the musk of her arousal filling his nostrils and causing his dick to jump.

“Mmm, you really want me, huh? Is this why you’re so mad that I was late?” Christian teased her, chuckling when her hips bucked towards his mouth, his warm breath teasing her dripping cunt.

Deciding to give her what she wanted, Christian wasted no time and dove into her pussy, his tongue exploring her wet, slippery peach, reaching deep into her and curling inside, causing her to cry out in pleasure and grind her hips against his face.

A loud knock on her door caused Sydney to jump out of her skin and Christian still his movements for a moment.

“Sydney, are you alright?” It was her mother.

Sydney had to compose herself and try to still her trembling body as she spoke. “Uh.. yeah ma, I’m fine..” She said before she felt Christian’s warm, wet tongue lazily lapping at her cunt, causing her toes to curl and her head to fall back against the door, alarming her mother once more.

“are you sure?!” her mother asked, becoming worried and trying to jiggle the handle.

Sydney quickly grabbed the handle and bit her lip hard enough to hurt, trying to stop the pleasure coarsing through her long enough to speak.

“Uh..ah yeah! Mom! I’m fine!” She replied, her voice shaking and becoming high pitched and squeaky. “mom! I’m busy.. please go away, I’m fine!” She yelled out in a rushed tone, feeling Christian smile against her cunt before wrapping his lips around her swollen clit and flicking his tongue against it and sucking on it hard, causing her to slap her hand over her mouth and shriek as she rose to her toes and came violently, her whole body jerking in a powerful orgasm.

“Sydney?” Her mom was back at the door, trying to force her way in while Sydney forced all of her weight back on the door to keep it closed, wishing that she had a lock.

“Mom! I am fine! Go to bed!” She yelled, angry now that her mother was interferring with her pleasurably declining orgasm.

When her mother finally left Sydney looked down at Christian, his face cocky and smiling, making her playfully swat the top of his head. “That was a dick move!” She whispered, trying not to laugh.

“Trying to be quiet made it better didn’t it, mami?” Christian teased her, rising to his feet and stripping down to his completely naked form, his swollen cock standing tall and at attention, rubbing up against Sydney’s stomach when he stepped closer to her to kiss her neck and nibble on her earlobe, enjoying the feel Sydney’s small hands exploring the taught muscles of his body and dipping lower to slowly stroke his cock, his hips moving in time with her deliberate strokes.

“Mmm..yeah..” Sydney agreed in a breathy tone, his nibbling on her earlobe and the feel of his hard dick in her hand causing that warm feeling to fill her core once more.

“Get on the bed, on your knees, arms down, with your ass in the air.” Christian escort zeytinburnu murmured against her ear, kissing it once before swatting at her ass, making Sydney jump and quickly move to the bed, laying exactly as he told her.

From the position she was in, Sydney was giving Christian a picture-worthy view of her pussy. Her ass looked round and wide as it sat high in the air, her crack leading down to her dripping slit, swollen and ready to take on Christian’s thick cock.

Christian stood behind Sydney, admiring the vulnerable position she was in. She was completely at his disposal and he would make sure she stayed that way. He thought it was impossible for his dick to get any harder than it already was, but when he caught sight of the pink of her pussy his dick swelled with even more blood. He almost felt light headed because of how rigid his cock was.

Christian approached Sydney’s waiting form and gently ran his fingers down her spine, causing her to tremble before he pulled back and awarded her ass with a loud smack, making her jump and gasp.

Like a cat in heat, Sydney shifted her weight and leaned backwards towards Christian’s cock, seeking the warmth that it held, her pussy clenching and unclenching, searching for something to fill it.

“Mm, look at that pussy..” Christian smiled and ran a finger up her slit, smiling at the small whimper that Sydney expelled before gripping his cock and forcefully ramming it deep into her tight pussy. He had claimed her virginity nearly a year before but she was still tight as hell, he had to stop and compose himself before he got into a slow, but deliberate rhythm.

“Nnng.. fuck me Christian..” Sydney begged, rocking backwards against him, clenching the sheets as his cock stretched the walls of her pussy.

Christian greedily gripped her hips and began to fuck her harder, bringing his hips back and forcing himself even deeper into her hot cunt, her ass slapping against his pelvis loudly as he began to pick up his pace, soon rocketing in and out of Sydney’s petite body, his hand gathering her hair up and tugging it backwards, forcing her back to arch downwards, creating a new, pleasurable angle to increase the friction they were creating.

“Ah fuck papi! Oh God!” Sydney screamed, her new learned term of endearment leaving her lips without a thought. She had forgotten that everyone was home but even if she had remembered, she wouldn’t have cared. The pleasure coarsing through her veins was making her crazy. She could feel his balls slap against her clit, causing each thrust of Christian’s hips to strike a sharp pleasure up through her belly.

“Shhh mami, you’ve got to be quiet baby..” Christian murmured, kissing the space between her shoulders, her back and his chest slick with perspiration as he moved his hand from his hair and over her mouth, clamping over it tightly to muffle her screams while he jackhammered into her pussy, grunting loudly as it clenched around him as she came screaming.

Close to bursting, Christian quickly pulled out of her and turned her around, “Open your mouth..” He spat out between gritted teeth as he rapidly stroked his cock, his dick nudging her lips open.

Still shaky from her orgasm, Sydney opened her mouth wide, even flicking her tongue against the red angry head of Christian’s cock. She groaned when he let out a loud strangled moan and released his hot, sticky cum onto her tongue and lips, stroking until every drop was somewhere on Sydney’s face.

Catching most of his essence in her mouth, Sydney licked her lips and swallowed all of it, even wiping the small drop from her chin and sucking it off of her finger while she looked up at him, smiling in an innocent manner.

“I’m not mad at you anymore..” She giggled and kissed Christian’s lower abdomen, running her hands up and down the sides of his muscled thighs.

“I knew you couldn’t stay mad at me for long.” Christian responded with a knowing smile and kissed the top of her head. “Now, lets see if anyone found us out…”

Opening her eyes, Robin smiled remembering yesterday with Chase and Josh, knowing her new found friend had it saved for her viewing pleasure. She was in a state of sexual arousal unlike any time in her life. Sitting up in bed, she noticed it was another beautiful day. She was without her kids for another four days, and was determined to continue to enjoy her own camp game.

Her new friend, Chris, her video man, introduced her to the world of Literotica, which included some of his original erotic prose. She was amazed at the variety and how the stories made her feel. Smiling again, she wanted to provide Chris with a chance to add another contribution to his works.

She was particularly drawn to the stories involving, well-built black studs with white wives; blondes and women performing oral sex, sucking off large oversized cocks of any color, and of course having the actions preserved for eternity using modern technology.

Her ex was a specimen in cock size, but never had time to satisfy her sexually. She spent the night before with Chris reading stories, and was particularly drawn to Katie’s Massage; Hawthorne Plantation; Deep Throat Club and Private Club. Remembering the stories, she realized her nipples were hardening and she felt wet between her legs. She needed to burn off some energy and tone down her heightened sexual state.

Deciding to take a run, she rose from her bed, and admired how she looked in her full-length mirror. She was in great shape for her age and running helped her to keep toned, along with lightweights and yoga. As she located her running top, she went without a singlet and only her light pink sports bra. Her nipples were hard and pushed the sports bra outward. As she laced up her shoes, she realized there was a small wet spot on her white shorts from her overheated womanhood. It did not help that she had on the shorts without underwear.

She stuffed her hair into a hat letting her ponytail exit through the back, donned her sunglasses and started down her driveway for her run. She knew her tan and lean body, showcased by her long legs, cut abs and perfectly proportioned breasts would draw the attention of any man.

James ran a successful landscaping business, after a professional basketball career. He was well respected in the community. His business was growing for a several reasons; the location, the clientele had money and did not want to handle their own landscaping and his reputation for providing great service to his customers. In addition, he was an extremely handsome black man in his mid-thirties.

James realized the best time to sell his services was during the day when the wife’s of the affluent mostly white prospects might be at home. James would usually prospect for new customers dressed in a white collared polo shirt with the name of his company across the front, black tight dress shorts, sunglasses and shaved head. His physique was prominent; large biceps, triceps and pecs, running in a V-Shape to his shorts. His legs were well muscled and most of time he would not wear underwear allowing his cock to grow unencumbered based upon the beauty of the woman to whom he was selling his landscaping services. The effect was usually enough for the women to sign for his services. So far, James had been on his best behavior, as he did not want to ruin a thriving business by allowing his sexual urges to get the best of him.

Robin was not usually out much alone, as her kids were always with her. However, this being the first year, they were all at camp, she was exploring new areas of the affluent suburb. The downtown area was small and quaint, some buildings dated to just after the Civil War. There were two coffee shops with outdoor seating in the warm summer months, and the locals took advantage of the short summer period to dress for the season; shorts, tank tops and sun dresses for the woman, with as much of their body shown as possible, to show off their tans, and health club sculpted bodies, while the men sported shorts and light shirts. Robin decided to run through the downtown area on her way to the local park and the running path.

James was sitting outside at one of the coffee shops mapping out his day, and which houses to call on during the day, while his crews were taking care of the day to day business activities which fueled the profits.

As James rose from his seat to head for his vehicle, Robin was rounding the corner heading towards the coffee shop. As he looked towards the corner for cars before crossing the street he saw Robin for the first time. He did a double take, seeing the blonde striding towards him, a light sheen of sweat on her tan body. Long legs barely covered upper body, showcasing her assets. Robin saw the tall black man staring at her, and as she came closer could make out that he was quite a specimen. James was wondering how he could get her address to gain her as a client and maybe more, while Robin was thinking of her adult camp games. She wondered how he would look in a G-string escort bağcılar lying by her pool.

She slowed her pace and realized she was staring back at him, and he realized the same thing. He could feel his unencumbered cock staring to rise in his shorts and she could feel the moisture starting to drip from her overheated opening. They stopped at the same time. James made the first move, reaching out his hand, he introduced himself and she responded back to him. James laughed and apologized for staring and Robin did the same thing back to James.

James asked if she was new to the area and she said she was not, that she was usually with her kids but they were away for the week at camp. She was taking advantage of the situation to explore and relax more than normal. James was taken aback by her beauty, long and muscular legs, cut abs, perfect arms and chest, white tipped nails, beautiful face, mouth and lips.

She asked James what he did and he explained he had a landscaping business. She was drawn to his smile, his huge forearms and biceps, and looking lower she could tell he was sporting a rather impressive package. She asked if he worked with large hoses, while running her tongue over her lips, he could feel his cock surge forward. Noticing the effect she was having on him, she smiled and asked if he could give her a cost estimate. She mentioned she was divorced and could use some help on the yard and shrubs. He said he could stop by around 1PM if that would work for her schedule. She said it would and it would give her time to finish her run and do some small errands.

As she ran away, James watched her ass disappear into the distance as her ponytail bobbed behind her. He climbed into his pickup and adjusted his cock, and realized he was leaking some juice from his hose.

Robin cut her run short and headed for home. Upon arriving home, she called Chris and told him he was needed at 12:30 for a few hours to work the video equipment and cameras. She went to the master bath, stripped off her sweat soaked clothes, and drew a bath. Sinking into the tub, she imagined James naked as she kissed her way down to his cock. Lifting herself out of the tub, she lathered her legs and shaved the stubble. Lathering up her overheated love box, she cleaned up the area, ensuring she left a small landing strip to barely cover her slit. She knew most men loved to see the area like this, as it exposed the lips and allowed a woman’s flower to bloom before their eyes. She was dripping mucus anticipating the afternoon. She had three hours to wait, as it was just short of 10AM.

Moving to her closet, she picked out a light colored sundress with red dots. The straps exposed her shoulders and contained an insert to push up her breasts, lifting them and separating them to show her cleavage. The length was mid-calf and partially see-through. Robin could see the dress showed her tan through the fabric. She took the dress off and searched for the perfect panty to wear. Well it was not really a panty, it was a tiny thong, basically a piece of lace fabric around her waist and lace fabric running from the middle of the waist band down the crack of her tight ass, and over the mound of her cunt, barely covering her landing strip of hair. It was perfect. She slid the dress over her body and covered her feet in a pair of low-rise sandals with strappings traveling over her ankles.

She headed to the bathroom and applied some understated cologne, put on a very light coat of makeup, red lip gloss, combed her hair out, and let it fall to her shoulders. She was ready, and it was still short of 11AM. Chris needed to come earlier than 12:30, as she needed to take care of him before the shoot.

Ringing Chris, she asked him to head over, and to bring the video of the blonde with the black pool cleaner.

At the same time, James was at his home and preparing himself for whatever might happen while he was providing an estimate to Robin. Heading for his shower, he stripped off his clothes, and realized he was leaking a small amount of precum. He was a lighter tone, and kept his upper body clean-shaven to the waist. His shaft and balls were devoid of hair, while his bush was closely cropped to ensure he looked as large as possible. While thinking of Robin, his cock grew to nine inches.

James stepped into the shower and washed his body, as he washed his massive cock he stroked it a few times, thinking of Robin’s lips wrapped around it, and wondering how it would feel inside of her and imaging how it would look as he inserted his cock into her opening. He left the shower, dried off and put a fresh set of clothes on, and tried to push his cock down to fit in his shorts. He looked down and realized there was not much to the imagination. The outline of the large head of his cock was clearly visible through his shorts.

Chris arrived at Robin’s and as usual was struck by her beauty. The sundress caused him to get hard almost immediately. escort merter Though he was smaller than her ex-husband by an inch and half, at seven inches, he was long enough. His body was in great shape. She knew James was larger than either one based upon what see saw earlier in the morning.

Walking over to Chris, she kissed him long and deep, while running her hands up the inside of his legs and up the front of this shorts. Pulling his shirt over his head, and seeing his broad hair covered chest with the classic line leading to his cock, she whispered into his ear, “please turn on the video.” Chris obliged and saw a petite blonde come into view. She was walking from a bedroom to an outdoor swimming pool, wearing a man’s button down dress shirt, open at her neck. She put on her sunglasses, entered the pool area, and headed for a lounge chair. She sat on the chair and lay down, and seemed to be enjoying the warmth of the sun.

As the video cut to the next scene, Robin walked behind Chris kissing his back, and ran her hands, with her white tipped nails up his stomach and over his nipples. Reversing direction, she pulled his pants down his legs and realized he had left his underwear at home. His erection bobbed in front of this body, as Robin whispered into his ear, I love to suck cock, and learn new techniques. Chris moaned softly remembering how Robin’s lips felt on his cock the last time she made him cum.

Robin ran her hands up Chris’s legs, his cock was throbbing, as the gate to the pool area opened up on the video, and a young black man walked thru the gate catching the eye of the blonde on the lounge chair. She looked up, as he took his shirt off, and grabbed the long handle of the screen and starting cleaning the pool. She noticed his six-pack abs, and lean biceps from behind her sunglasses, while biting her lip. He was sweating and took off his shorts to reveal a small speedo, concealing a large package.

The young black man, the pool boy in this scene and video, looks over at the young blonde with lust in his eyes. She rises from the lounge chair, unbuttons the shirt and taking it off lets it fall to the deck of the pool. She puts her long blonde hair into a bun, takes some lotion from the side chair, and starts to rub the lotion on her body. The black stud feels his cock getting harder by the minute as he watches the blonde and sees her breasts are covered by two small triangles and a tiny G-string covers her opening.

For the first time they speak and the young man asks her if he can help her, she says she could use some help with the lotion on her back. Walking behind her, he rubs lotion on her back, and says he could use some help on his front side. She pushes him onto his back on the lounge chair and the camera turns to her point of view as she kisses him passionately and starts to kiss down to his speedo. Arriving at his speedo, she kisses his cock through the fabric. After rubbing lotion on his legs she works her way back up to the speedo and slowly pulls the speedo off to reveal a massive cock.

She rubs the lotion in her hands and moves her hands over his large cock head, down to his bush. As she starts to move upward, she bends down, opens her mouth and starts to swallow the head of his cock. Her slender fingers with white tipped nails are working over his shaft, as her mouth sinks lower.

Suddenly, Robin turns off the video and tells Chris she will be entertaining a black man in fifteen minutes, and helping him with a large hose, as he will become her gardener. She wants Chris to get everything on tape. His cock is leaking precum, noticing this she kisses him and uses her mouth to work her way down the front of his body, stopping at his leaking cock, she kisses the tip and strokes her hand up and down his shaft a few times.

He understands he will need to video everything if he is to receive an orgasmic release from her mouth. Leaving her, he needs ensure the cameras are operating and ready for the events of the afternoon.

Throwing a pair of shorts, Chris goes to the control room in the basement of Robin’s house. Robin’s ex left her with a luxury house including a state of the art security system with cameras to cover all of the property. It was mainly for the safety of the children. Robin will use it for other purposes today.

She looks in the mirror and smiles, not bad for a 45 year old. The presentation of her tan body is enhanced by the polka dot sundress, sandals, pedicured toenails, white tipped nails and red lips. The doorbell rings, she is ready for the show.

James has nervous energy for the first time since his basketball career, as he rings the doorbell to the impressive house. He feels his cock stirring again and tries to suppress the feeling striving to focus on the job at hand.

Opening the door, Robin sees James, and extends her hand to welcome him to her home. James shakes her hand and sees a stunning blonde in a sundress with a perfect escort fatih body. As he enters, he is focused on her lips and cleavage. He knows it will be hard to focus on his job.

Robin is focused on the large stud in front of her, and lowering her eyes smiles internally. His cock is already hard, and she knows it will get harder when she takes charge.

Robin and James proceed out the front door and start to view the property. James compliments her on the landscaping and her taste in flowers and trees. Walking around the property, James is providing suggestions to Robin, and writing down her comments to be able to provide a professional estimate. It will include price and recommendations. As they tour the property, Robin takes every opportunity to touch James, bed over strategically and run her tongue over her lips.

As they are nearing the pool area, James walks on the opposite side of Robin, and looks down at some flowers. Seizing another chance, Robin bends over the flowerbed, which allows James a clear view of her dangling breasts in her sundress. His cock jumps, and Robin smiles again inside. As they near the pool area, Robin asks if she could offer him some refreshment. James agrees and they enter the pool area. It is a beautiful pool, and James notices a massage type table set up in the center of the deck. Robin sees him staring at the table and says her ex was a client of hers. It was how they met, she was a professional masseur. At this point she works only on a small number of clients, mostly at the office of her former partner.

James realizes the game is on, she knows exactly what she wants as does James. So, James tells Robin that he sees a massage therapist once a month, a lie, and she works on an old hamstring injury. It was a bad injury and bothers him at times.

Robin laughs and says I could probably help you, I was and am still very good and know the pressure points and how to relieve pressure, as she runs her tongue over her lips. She offers James the refreshment and they begin some conversation. They sit across from each other and while talking, Robin removes her sandals. She has her legs and James notices her perfect feet, toes and legs.

As the conversation continues, Robin moves closer to James and nonchalantly runs her foot up the inside of James calf. In the control room, Chris feels his cock stir and knows Robin is starting the seduction, and her foreplay.

James feels her foot moving up the inside of his leg and the feathery feeling and touch causes his cock to jerk. He looks at Robin and mentions it is getting warm, and he asks her if she would mind if he removed his shirt. Robin responds with I was wondering when you would ask, as they smile at each other. Standing up to remove his shirt James looks down and again she inside her sundress and her cleavage and glimpse of her nipples.

As his chest comes into view, Robin smiles and compliments James on his physique, as it is apparent he spends time working on staying in shape. How about if I work on your hamstring for you, says Robin? James accepts and they walk to the table together.

James climbs up on the table and Robin asks if he wants to leave his shorts on or off, as it does not matter to her, it is a client decision. James says his current therapist requests he leave them on, and it is part of the reason he believes she is not as effective as she could be if he were to take them off.

Robin agrees and suggests he do without them knowing full well he will be naked after he removes his shorts. She tells James to lie down and she will remove the shorts for him.

Chris is sitting naked in the master bedroom of Robin’s home, waiting for her to appear after James has left the house. It has been three hours of filming and he is ready to burst.

Robin walks in wearing her White Sox button down jersey, open in front, showing the sides of her breasts, her cut abs and cum dripping down her legs. She smiles lays down next to Chris kisses him, and says to him let’s see the video from the point I take off his shorts.

She walks to the table and moves to James mouth and gives him a long open mouth kiss, while moving her hand over his massive chest. He tries to move his hand over her ass, and she whispers to him. “A true professional massage does not mean the patient, can take liberties with the therapist.” She moves his arm back on the table, and tells him to enjoy the massage and he will have plenty of opportunity before the massage is over.

Moving away from his face, she moves to his shorts, unbuttons them and pulls the zipper down, while asking him to lift up his legs she pulls the shorts away from his body. She lets out a low sigh, his cock is beautiful, circumcised, massive head, large slit, large vein running up the center of his shaft and his balls are slightly contracted already. She loves to see contracted tight balls.

It looks like a pole sticking straight up from his body. Running her hands up his legs and avoiding his cock she states she has to warm the body first and moves her hands up and down his entire body for a short period. His cock is throbbing, and she sees a shiny drop of moisture, precum, appear on his slit. She smiles and tells him he is starting to leak. As he moans, she licks her lips and says when I get thirsty, I will take a taste.

My name is Berlioz Florestal. I am a big and tall black guy of Haitian origin living in the north side of the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Off Rutland Street. I’m nearly forty and still live with my mother and brothers. That’s okay. Maybe I got the Peter Pan complex or maybe I just enjoy living with my family. Who knows? By day, I’m a corrections officer working for the state. By night, you’ll soon get the idea. When most people look at me, they see a big black guy who’s got a deep voice and seems more than a little intimidating. Well, that’s just an image. Like many black men, I’ve got a fake macho image which I maintain for the sake of appearances. Got to seem tough, you know. In real life, I’m somebody’s bitch. My mistress is Marie Louise Nielson, a big white chick who’s responsible for the computers at the Brockton Community College Library. She is my mistress and I am happy to serve.

Presently, I’m on my hands and knees, sucking on Mistress Lou’s big strap-on dildo as she calls me a worthless black bastard and a filthy cock sucker. Mistress Lou stands five feet seven inches tall, thick, with large breasts, wide hips and a big, round ass. She’s got beady little brown eyes. And her hair is short, usually dark but now bleached bone-white. This fifty-something dame is far from the harmless lady she appears to be in those business suits she always wears. She’s a vicious sociopath and a particularly ruthless bitch. And she’s not too fond of black people, or people of any race for that matter. escort halkalı That doesn’t matter to me because deep down I am a bitch who needs discipline. Mistress Lou loves dominating tough-looking yet truly worthless black guys like myself. I am her slave and she is my mistress.

I’ve always been fascinated by white women. Like most black men living in America, I’ve got a thing for blondes. I’ve just about had it with black women. They don’t like me and I don’t like them. As a black man, I’ve been the recipient of much verbal mistreatment from them. I love white women. Especially pretty white women with blonde hair and big round butts. I love the ladies of Ireland. They are very understanding of my unique sexual needs. I am a black man who also happens to be a natural submissive, you see. And interracial dominance and submission is my all-time favorite fetish. Which is why I love Mistress Lou for making me her bitch.

Earlier, Mistress Lou ordered me to clean her house. When I hesitated, she smacked the shit out of me. Lowering my head, I said yes mistress and did as I was told like a good little servant. I cleaned Mistress Lou’s house, and did her laundry. I also took care of various other duties. For my reward, Mistress Lou allowed me to lick her hairy pussy. I licked her pussy like it was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted. Afterwards, Mistress Lou got on all fours and spread her ass cheeks wide open. She told me to lick her asshole and escort sefaköy I did so gladly. For she is my mistress and I am her devoted slave. She puckered up and I lathered her asshole with my cum. When she farted, I breathed it in like it was the sweetest aroma to be found on the planet earth. Satisfied, she whipped out her strap-on dildo. For this is what I crave the most. For my sexy white mistress to fill my ass with her dildo while stroking my black cock. Yeah!

First, Mistress Lou made me suck her strap-on dildo and clean it up with my tongue. As I sucked, she called me a worthless coward and a submissive sissy. I simply continued what I was doing. My existence revolves around pleasing my mistress and making her happy. Nothing else matters in this world or any other. Trust me on that one. I sucked on Mistress Lou’s long and kind of worn out strap-on dildo as if it were made of sugar. I got it nice and clean. For my reward, Mistress Lou put a leash around my neck and stroked my short, uncircumcised black cock. A lot of people out there think all black men have big dicks. White women are big believers of this myth. And black men let them believe it since it works to their advantage. This isn’t exactly true. Any man of any race can have any size of dick. I am a black man and I’ve got a really small dick. Barely five inches long, and not very thick either. Mistress Lou teased me for being a black guy with a very small dick. She laughed and escort atakent said her strap-on cock was much bigger than mine. And also more powerful and efficient. I lowered my head and said yes mistress. For my mistress was right, as always. I bowed down to her superiority as a dominant white female.

My Mistress made me walk around the house on all fours and led me around on a leash as befitting me. Then she put me on my hands and knees and told me to spread my ass cheeks wide open for her. I did as I was told. Mistress Lou came up behind me and sprayed lubricant all over my asshole. Then she shoved the dildo against my booty hole and shoved it inside. I screamed as Mistress Lou slammed the dildo deep into my asshole. Oh, man. That stuff hurt big-time. Mistress Lou laughed and called me a worthless bitch for screaming, well, like a worthless bitch. I apologized profusely, yet screamed again as she rammed the dildo deeper into my asshole. Mistress Lou is the kind of white woman who really gets off on dominating big black men like myself. She loved filling black men’s assholes with her strap-on dildo. She considered it her job and her avocation. As I screamed, she laughed and continued teasing me.

After Mistress Lou got done fucking my ass, she pulled the dildo out of me and made me suck it. And I did so obediently. She removed my leash, and told me to get out of her house. I put my clothes back on and left. I would be back next week. I am a black man with unique sexual needs. I need to get fucked in the ass by a dominant white female with a strap-on dildo at least once a week otherwise I’m going to lose it. It’s just how I am, I guess. And Mistress Lou knows it. Damn her. I’ll crawl back to her in a few days. For now, I’ve got to get back to work. So I get my swagger on and start acting macho. Faking the funk, you know? Cool.

Gian could hear an odd rhythmic fluttering noise buzzing in his head. He woke up. He had woken up many times before. He laid still as he mentally assessed his body and ability to move. There were times that he would awake but find that he couldn’t move or would want to speak but couldn’t speak. There were times he woke up and could move a finger, a toe, an arm or leg but the effort to do so was so immense he fell back into a deep restorative slumber.

This time when Gian tried to move he could do so, his limbs painfully stiff. It took him some time, but he was able to pull up into a sitting position and his head spun. Gian ran a hand over his face, where was he?

He could make out an empty room the lights off, a sliver of light escaped through the cracked door. He heard voices and this incessant fluttering noise. Looking down at himself. He was on an air mattress bare of all but the sheet that covered him. He wore a fresh white shirt and boxers. Where was he? How did he get here? Where was Delia?

Something had woken him. A strange fluttering ringing in his ear. Even now it grew louder. Gian swung long legs over the edge of the mattress and tried to stand, tried. His legs were both stiff and unstable beneath him, he fell to the bed. After a few more attempts he was up and taking practice steps around the mattress. Once mastered he ventured out of the room.

The apartment in Oregon, Gian recognized it from the pictures. Why was he here? He passed through its small hallway into the living room. Delia and a woman he had never met were in the living room and looked up in shock as he entered.

The fluttering noise? Gian could see what it was. Delia lay on a foldable table in the center of the empty living room her shirt pulled up and exposing her yet un-showing stomach. The woman, whom Gian realized may be an OB/GYN held a reader coated with gel against her stomach. From a monitor attached fluttered loudly the heartbeat of his unborn child. Tears pricked his eyes. That was his child, and that was his Mate both safe both alive.

Gian looked between Delia’s unreadable beautiful face and her stomach.

“I’ll give you guys some privacy. Delia, I’ll be in touch.” The doctor said as she put away her equipment. Delia thanked her as she climbed down from the table. At the speed with which the woman packed her things told Gian that she was a vampire and Delia’s ease around it told him that she was aware.

“Gian, I’m glad to see your recovery. I’m Rachel,” she said, holding out her hand. Gian shook it slowly still processing the scene before him.

“I see your strength’s coming back, you’re going to need it to care for your beautiful family. I’ll be back tomorrow night, nice meeting you.”

When Rachel was out the door, Gian was alone with Delia and in between them stood all that had occurred since he phased away from her in his apartment in Fort Lauderdale. Gian was overwhelmed with gratitude, relief, pride for Delia’s strength, and shame for his actions. He took steps toward her wanting to enfold her in his arms.

Delia stepped closer as well.

Crack!

Delia slapped him and left more than his face stinging. Gian looked at the anger on her face and sorrow in her eyes.

“That was for leaving me,” she said with steel. He felt he deserved that and more. Delia, probably thinking the same slapped him again.

Crack!

“… and that’s for the drugs and the female junkie you fed from.” Delia said the last her voice cracking, tears flooded her face and her mask of anger crumbled.

Gian took a tentative step toward Dee then another when he was finally close enough he folded her in his arms holding her tight and pressing kisses to the crown of her head. Delia cried in his arms, emotions that had been held so long. He held her tightly and supported her when she’d gone slack in his arms. He felt his body straining, but he held on, he would be strong for her now because she had been so strong for him.

With his last gust of strength he picked her up and carried her to the room he awoke in and laid in bed tucking her into his side. Where he held her as she cried herself to sleep.

When Gian woke again it was from hunger, his body ached with it. Delia smelled deliciously of warm coconuts and the sweet tang HCG, the pregnancy hormone, it fed his hunger and arousal. His erection pressed closely against her. He knew instinctively to not feed from her, she needed her blood for the child she was forming. Gian didn’t want to get up though he wanted to listen to the symphony of Delia’s steady heartbeat shadowed by the fast fluttering heartbeat in her womb and her low vibrational breathing. He eventually pulled himself away and sniffed out the bagged blood kept in a small fridge in the room’s closet. He guzzled down three bags of cold blood that brusquely satisfied his hunger but not his erection.

‘Settle down, Lil Carlo’ he told his erection. After what he’d put Delia through he didn’t deserve to sink deeply into Delia’s warm wet center. When Gian got back into bed Delia wasn’t escort topkapı asleep. She pulled Gian closer to her, entwining legs and arms her lips resting at the hollow of his throat Lil Carlo throbbed in his boxers.

Delia pressed small warm kisses to Gian’s neck setting his nerve endings on fire. Gian cradled her face in his hands pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead trailing them down the bridge of her nose and ending on her full lips. He drew them into his mouth. Delia pressed her body against his purring into their kiss. God, he wanted to taste more of her. He drank deeply of her lips as he peeled away her baggy tee and slowly trailing his tongue over her warm chestnut brown body, silky skin and warm thick flesh he wanted to bite into. No, he wouldn’t dare, he continued his trail past her fluttering soft tummy and settled between luscious thighs. He inhaled her rich sweet scent and pressed his kisses to her swollen lower lips.

Delia inhaled sharply feeling his breath fan her sensitive skin between gentle kisses. Those kisses turned to gently licking then without warning she felt Gian’s hot wet mouth cover her excited pearl sucking gently.

Delia shuddered at the divine stimulation. Gian lapped at her folds as she began grinding her hips to his motions. He continued this way until her moans became pleas and her thighs locked around him. She was going to cum and he the knowledges spurned him on. Hands braced on his shoulders Delia’s whole body tightened then released in a long pent up wave of heat and pleasure.

Gian’s body was on fire, his dick rock hard and his heart beating like a drum. He slid up her body pressing wet kisses everywhere. He didn’t stop until Delia felt his swollen head at her entrance. Gian slid inside her wet confines with a groan. His strokes were slow as he drank in Delia’s moans.

Delia writhed and gripped him. She missed him, all of him. She savored the feel of his hard heat pushing into her, filling her then retreating only to plunge deeper, harder.

There were no sound but their panting, the slap of flesh and Delia’s whimpers. Delia felt her body tightening again, the sensations so intense. Gian wrapped his arms around her stoking slowly pushing her ever closer to her peak.

Delia came again her wetness gripping and releasing in rapid succession. His body said go faster, reach your destination. He wouldn’t though. He wanted to drown Delia in pleasure. Let her sink into a euphoria that she deserved.

Gian pulled back, quickly burying his face between her legs lips locking onto her swollen clit. Delia cried out his name; her body quickly overcome by his actions. Gian cycled between slow strokes and pussy licks until Delia was a writhing moaning heap. When Gian felt his energy began to wane he held her close. Stroking her deeply.

“I’ll never leave you,” he groaned in her ear.

“You’ll never have to do this alone.” He picked up speed until Delia’s whimpers turned to moans. With the rush of adrenaline, lust, and home Gian came, thrusting deeply into his Mate drinking up her pleasure.

“I love you,”

###

Delia and Gian’s next three months dragged on slowly as they pulled their lives together. Their things slowly trickled in, packages sent by Stefan. Denise had even managed to send a few things from back home. These made Delia cry, as did a lot of things with the shifting of her hormones and the growth of her baby. Delia saw Rachel regularly every week and took keen interest in the developments. In turn Delia became really close to Rachel. She was a kind and bubbly woman not too much older than Stefan, a young vampire but a very skilled doctor and doula. She had been there to confide in, mostly her fear of childbirth and even greater her fear of her ability to be a mother.

Delia thought about getting a job to keep her busy but Gian was not having it. He encouraged her instead to explore the city and explore her passions while he made sure they had everything they needed. Delia could not and would not argue with him on this but she was left with the predicament of finding herself. What were her passions? What did she want from life? She didn’t know. How was she supposed to be a good mother if she didn’t even know what she wanted?

Shaking her from her thoughts one early evening Delia’s phone rang. It was a video call from Denise. She wasted no time answering.

“Hey Nise, what’s up?”

“Heeeeeeey, Siiiiiiis” She sang as her smiling face appeared on the screen, “Now, show me that belly!”

Delia rolled her eyes and smiled before shifting the phone down to show off her bump. Though she was shy of six months along her long body held the bump well, her belly protruding like a pot belly.

“Hey, there little Nise Jr.” Denise said with so much excitement.

“He is sleeping now, no kicks until morning,” Delia said shifting the camera back up to her face. Delia could hear her mother say something in the background and Denise laughed in response.

“Mom says ‘How do you escort güngören know? You’re Camden and all of our first children were girls.”

Delia rolled her eyes again. She and Gian have already decided to wait until everyone comes up to visit to find out their child’s gender.

“So, how are you holding up?” Delia had last seen her sister a week after they’d first fled here.

“Okay, it’s been okay. Gian’s been working like a man possessed, you know,”

“Nearly dying will do that to you,” Denise grumbled she still hasn’t forgiven Gian for his relapse.

“Right, but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have a job. What do you think he does?”

Denise gave her a look that said this should be obvious. When it seemed Delia wouldn’t get it Denise looked over her shoulder at her mother, then quickly made her way to the other room.

“He doesn’t have to ‘work’ to get money. They can read minds and influence behavior, if Gian’s any good at it he’s out there finessing the money out of people’s hands, pockets, or accounts.”

“Ahhh,” Delia said this explained why he left most early evenings just after waking. “Well, that still leaves me here alone most nights. I’m kind of feeling like how it was back in Gian’s apartment. I want to go out but I just end up wandering around and coming back.”

Delia talked to her sister until Denise had to go then it was back to surfing the Internet and waiting for Gian to return.

###

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Delia and Gian both shot up out of their deep sleep, it couldn’t have been no later than three or four in the afternoon. Their eyes met and registered the same thing fear and a readiness to fight. Gian went first then Delia trailed behind him. Gian led them to the door and tentatively opened it. Their deep fear dissipated to relief to see Denise and Stefan filling their door. Denise rushed in to hug her sister, squealing with delight and cooing over her bump.

Stefan laughed and clapped Gian on the back, “Kid, you had murder in your eyes when you opened that door.”

Gian laughed nervously, “I got a family to protect, you know.”

“Chin up, kid, you’re doing a good job. Delia looks happy, glowing like she’s supposed to and apartment looking better than we last saw it. You guys start on a nursery?”

They took a seat on the chenille couch Gian had finessed from a Badcock a few weeks ago and watched Denise guide Delia off to the guest room with their stuff.

“No, not yet just working on the cash flow.”

“I know how it is, being a broke young vampire.” Stefan laughed, “Not being able to hold down a real job because of sun restrictions but not making the money quickly doing the mental manipulation hustle. What you need to do is find you a trade and get a job in the court of the supernatural.”

Gian’s brow pressed together in thought. He hadn’t thought about the Court of The Supernatural in years. The Court is the upper echelon of “mythical” beings a governing body. Gian’s last experience there was overwhelming. He was technically a Prince in this court but had been isolated from his family. This isolated him from the title. What if he can make something of the title and of himself?

“Oh before I forget,” Stefan said snapping his fingers and shaking Gian from his thoughts. He looked over his shoulder in the direction of the girls as he rummaged in the inner pockets of his worn leather jacket. Stefan produced a small velvet box and opened it for him.

“I know you were born a vampire and see no need for this but Delia, she’s human. It would mean the world to her. “

Gian took the box and admired the simple gold banded diamond ring with small emeralds surrounding it.

“I know it’s not flashy, but it’s sentimental. It’s the ring I had bought for Sarah and never gave to her. I was your age when I did.”

“What about Denise?”

“She’s different, I’m pretty sure the sight of that would scare her more than me being a vampire. Even if I did, I don’t want to give her a ring I bought in love with someone else.”

Gian looked at Stefan and realized he loved him. He was the big brother he needed and represented the man he wanted to be.

“Thanks, big brother” Gian said throwing in a sarcastic misnomer.

Stefan laughed hugging him and clapping him once again on the back.

###

Stefan and Denise had made plans to stay for the remainder of Delia’s pregnancy and possibly a little afterward. They all lived comfortably in that three-bedroom apartment. Denise pushed Delia to go out during the daytime and helped her decorate the nursery. Stefan using his connection to help Gian get a steady job at a vampire run nightclub. Gian took to bar tending quickly but found himself interested more and more in the many DJs and their music.

Delia found peace and fun in connecting with the people in that scene often spending nights at the club with her sister. For what it was they were finding a new normal and there were even talks of Stefan and Denise moving up escort beyoğlu to Oregon.

“What did you do, scope out sketchy warehouses when you got here?” Delia was saying as Denise drove them into the parking lot of a warehouse.

“It’s my modus operandi,”

The two women pulled up near the front where there were at least a couple dozen other cars. As Delia maneuvered her growing belly out of the car, she took one more look around then down at herself. Denise did insist on her getting dolled up and even encouraged her to wear her low espadrilles. Denise had been against heel-wearing her entire pregnancy.

Denise paused at the entrance allowing her sister time to waddle up. It was such an adorable waddle paired with the look of confusion.

“Denise is this what I think it is?”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t keep the smile from her face, “Dee, don’t ruin it.”

In response Delia’s face fell and her eyes became glassy and for a second Denise thought she had offended her, then Delia sniffled.

“Oh, don’t cry,” she said pulling her emotional sister in for a hug.

“I’m sorry,” she hiccupped, “You are the best sister in the world and I don’t deserve this.”

“Awww, sweetie I am the best, aren’t I?” They both laughed at her irreverence.

When they entered the warehouse, it was nothing short of immaculate. It was a huge metal room covered in white with vintage light fixtures and people everywhere in various shades of pink and blue.

People? Her family! The entire clan of Camden women, the women who raised nurtured loved and taught her, the cousins who teased mocked fought and defended her, and her mom. When her eyes landed on her mom Delia cried, crumbling into her mother’s embrace. It felt like home, Delia ugly cried.

“Alright, alright, alright, there will be enough time for all of that mushy stuff.” Denise said pulling Delia away after wiping at her own damp eyes.

Denise continued ushering Delia through the party, faces upon faces of people she never thought she’d see again. Just when Delia was beginning to feel overwhelmed with joy and love the crowd cleared. There was Gian sporting a brand new haircut, long on the top short on the sides. He wore a well-tailored sports coat, white tee, and crisp black jeans. He looked so good even more he kneeled in the center of her family and friends a small box clutched in his resting on his raised knee. Delia’s heart flip as she took steps toward Gian grabbing ahold of his outstretched hand. He led her to sit on his upraised leg.

“Delia, I- “He began.

“Yes!” She interrupted excitedly.

He laughed, “Okay let me “”A million times yes!” She reiterated before pressing a kiss to his lips, her family hooting and cheering.

“I had to make it official,” He said sliding the beautiful vintage ring onto her finger. “I wanted to let you and everyone you love know and understand that I’m yours forever.”

The baby shower went well into the wee hours of the morning. The time zone change made it possible for her friends and family to adapt to her nocturnal hours. Everyone had fun, especially Delia. She got the opportunity to see her family, the Camden women, to once again be surrounded by so much love. They didn’t do a gender reveal but there were many guesses and talks of possible twins.

It was when most of the guests were retreating to hotel rooms and lodges that they received their final guest. Denise was running after a cleanup crew Stefan had insisted on hiring. Delia sat folding baby clothes that were gifts while Gian and Stefan stacked all the bigger gifts near the entrance. All four froze when their last guest walked in, as if a cold wind blew in.

Delia was the first to move rising slowly to swollen feet and looking over at Stefan and Gian who were locked in shocked wary expressions.

“I’m sorry to intrude on your celebration.”

“It’s no intrusion at all, our child’s your grandkid too.” Delia said offering a friendly smile.

Delia had long ago figured out that Rachel was help sent from Analise. Here she stood, in a smart expensive dress with graceful hands perched on a burgeoning belly of her own. Delia had also realized that whatever vampire witchery she had performed on Delia and Gian when they last spoke was the reason her child lived in her womb that day.

At Delia’s smile everyone kicked into gear. Stefan pulled up a chair for Analise, Gian helped move the folded baby clothes and Denise stood protectively at Delia’s left.

“I know you may feel unwelcome but I’m glad you came anyway.” Delia said pulling her into as much of an embrace as the two pregnant women could manage. When Delia pulled away Gian took her place. He looked down on his mother with a hard green gaze that began to melt.

“Mom,” He said softly before folding into the arms of the petite woman.

“My boy!” She said, holding cradling and rocking her eldest born.

The scene sent the over emotional Delia in to tears. When Gian and his mother released each other they all sat and talk. Delia had the chance to tell Analise how she had met Gian and fell in love. Analise talked about when she first found out that she was Durante’s Mate. They spoke about what they endured at Durante’s hand and what they’d been up to since the move to Oregon. Analise asked them what their plans were for the future and as they answered she looked grim.

“The thing is he’s always exhausted, I’m worried about him,” said Rachel into her phone. She was browsing lingerie in Debenhams, hoping for inspiration, whilst chatting with her sister.

Tammy reclined on a lounger in the garden, phone cradled to her ear. “I’m sure he’s fine, sis. It’s all that cleaning, it’s quite strenuous.”

“I know but he’s got a team now, so I don’t know why he’s still doing so much. We haven’t had sex for months. I even offered him a blow job the other day and he just fell asleep!”

“Oh dear. Was that Monday?” said Tammy down the line with a grin. “He was doing a full service here. I’m afraid I had him on his knees most of the afternoon.”

“Well you should buy a mop,” Rachel replied absentmindedly, preoccupied with a pink, lacy bra. The underwire looked tortuous. “Perhaps this will perk him up,” she murmured.

“Sorry?” said Tammy, but Rachel had gone quiet. She was gazing through the window at a poster across the street for ‘Torrid Nightclub’. The headline was a violent red. ‘THURSDAY – LADIES NIGHT’ it screamed sordidly, ‘HAPPY HOUR IS EVERY HOUR!” And beneath it was the image of Mike, clad in tight, black, leather briefs, arms clasped behind his head.

“Fucking hell, I knew I’d seen him…,” murmured Rachel. Then she frowned. “Is this what they’ve been up to?”

“Still no bloody idea what you’re talking about, sis?” said Tammy at the other end of the line.

**

It was Thursday and the club was heaving. And loud. Rachel felt extremely uncomfortable as she pushed through the throng. A performer was gyrating around the stage, slowly removing his clothes to wild cheers. She spotted two or three hen parties in the crowd, raucous and tipsy. And a few men, which surprised her, given it was ‘ladies night’, but but no sign of Tony. He’d left a message earlier to say he had a business meeting. ‘Yea, there’s plenty of ‘business’ going on here,’ she fumed.

She spotted a corridor off to the left and headed that way. ‘Maybe he’s backstage,’ she thought, seething with suspicion.

Tony was, in fact, just in front of the stage, nursing a beer, obscured by a rather large lady in a wedding dress and veil. Her sash read ‘Kaila’s Last Night of Freedom!’ Mike had said to wait near the front and his legal friend would find him.

“Hey! You Tony?” topkapı escort shouted a woman approaching from the bar. Tony nodded over the din. She beckoned him across the room and they walked into the Men’s Room. Not exactly pristine, but quieter than the auditorium.

“Are you allowed in here?” said Tony.

“Don’t get many blokes on Ladies Night. I’m Daisy, I run the bar,” said the woman. She was curvy, with long black hair that lay lifelessly across her shoulders. The denim blouse and skin tight jeans accentuated the curves, but in all the wrong places. Not that Tony minded. It was her brain he was after.

“Good to meet you,” he said. “Did Mike…?”

“Yea. You’re the pimp, right?” Daisy replied sharply.

“What? No! It’s a cleaning company,” Tony blurted. “We just offer, er, extras too.”

“Who does the tricks?”

“I don’t know what you…?”

“The fucking. Who are the escorts?”

“Oh. Me and Mike. And a couple of mates. And we’re cleaners, not escorts.”

“Consenting adults?” she barked, ignoring his comment.

“Of course!”

“Soliciting on the street?”

“No way!”

It was beginning to feel like the inquisition.

“Running a brothel?”

“Er, we have an office? But it’s for admin only.”

One of the male strippers crashed into the room and headed for a cubicle. He was clutching a small towel loosely wrapped around his waist and looked flushed. “Hey, Daisy,” he grunted on the way past.

“Great show, Channing,” she chirped.

Tony looked at her incredulously. “There’s a real stripper called Channing?” he whispered with a grin.

**

Rachel crept along the corridor searching for Tony. A couple of guys walked past, butt naked, having just come off stage. Rachel turn towards a noticeboard as they passed, but couldn’t resist a peak at their arses as they walked away. She passed a rack of wedding costumes. ‘Obviously a regular theme’, she mused. A stagehand was shouting at the end of the corridor, clearly looking for somebody.

“Where’s the bride? Anyone seen the bride?” said the stagehand to nobody in particular and scurried away.

There were several rooms. Rachel tried a couple of doors but one was locked and the other one empty. She was heading for a third when it opened çapa escort a Mike strode out, right towards her! Rachel ducked behind the rack of costumes, quickly pulling a bridal veil over her head. She fiddled with it as Mike walked past, heading towards the stage. She didn’t want to confront Mike until she was sure Tony was part of this sordid place.

“Are you the bride?” It was the stagehand standing right behind her. ‘Where the bloody hell did he come from!’ she thought, panicked for a second.

“I’m with, er, Mike!” she squealed.

“Fantastic. This way.”

He grabbed her arm and led her to a curtain, and pushed her through on to the stage. As the spotlight descended on to her veil, the crowd roared.

“Oh fuck!” said Rachel under her breath. She turned towards the curtain, but stong hands grabbed her and twirled her back on to the stage. It was Mike. He pushed her firmly on to a chair in the middle of the stage and started gyrating seductively to the music.

‘Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!’ she thought, flushing under the veil, hoping and praying no one could see her face.

**

“…and you’re definitely not soliciting?” said Daisy, back in the restroom.

“They always call us. It’s all word of mouth. If you, er, know what I mean!” said Tony with a grin. Daisy cringed.

“Well it doesn’t sound illegal to me. Some of the husbands might not be happy but I doubt the law would get involved. Just make sure you pay your taxes,” she said plainly.

“Thanks. That’s a relief. How did you… learn all this?”

“The hard way,” she said. “Worked the street corners for a while. It’s rough on the streets. I got beat up once too often so jumped ship and ended up here. Now I’m studying law. Lambeth Polytechnic. Running the bar here in the evenings and keeping my head down. It’s all pretty fucked up but I’m managing.”

She paused. “You should keep an eye out for the local ‘Mr Big’ round here. Mazur. Nasty piece of work. Pretty much controls the street trade and most of the brothels, so don’t get in his way, understand?”

Tony nodded and swallowed hard. “Does he offer cleaning?”

Daisy laughed. “Not the kind of cleaning you do! But if it’s private houses, you’ll be fine.”

“Really appreciate your help. Er… could you handle some fatih escort daytime work?” said Tony hesitantly.

**

Back on the stage, Mike was down to his jockstrap and, despite trying, Rachel hadn’t been able to get away. He had her on her feet, twirling her around him as the crowd chanted. Rachel turned her back to the audience and lifted the veil so that Mike could see her face.

“What the fu…?!” screamed Mike in horror.

“Keep dancing!” she scowled. “I want a word with you.”

“I’m just a stripper!”

“Yes, I can see that. But what are you and my fiance up to?”

“It’s just a day job. Tony’s a mate. I’m helping him out.”

“With cleaning?”

“Of course. What else would we be doing?”

“All young men? Toned, ripped, sexy men? I have a sneaking suspicion that you’re… oh, fuck!”

Rachel had spotted Tony leaving the men’s room and quickly pulled her veil down, ducking back on to the chair. Mike was confused momentarily and looked around, catching Tony’s eye. Mike’s soul filled with dread. Tony had stopped to watch the show for a minute. ‘She’s a cute one,’ thought Tony, eyeing the nervous looking ‘bride’ under the veil.

Rachel could see Tony through the veil, she tried to turn away further, petrified he would recognise her, but slipped off the chair and ended up on her knees in front of Mike. Not ideal, but it offered extra cover so she stayed down. With Rachel in front of him, Mike had come to the end of the song and the audience were baying for the finale. What’s the quickest way to get off the stage: finish the routine! He pulled away his jockstrap but the audience just groaned. Rachel’s kneeling body was obscuring ‘the goods’.

From the corner of her eye, Rachel could see that Tony was still watching. She was desperately trying to work out how to get off stage. The audience started chanting: ‘suck him off! suck him off!’ ‘There’s going to a fucking riot if the audience don’t get a show,’ she thought and in a moment of madness she decided. ‘Fuck this,’ she thought, lifted the veil just an inch and swallowed Mike’s semi-hard cock, burying her face in his crotch. The crowd roared with approval.

Tony looked on in awe. Mike was staring at him with an odd look of bravado and guilt. He shrugged and Tony winked at him. ‘Bloody hell, that’s raw! Never knew it was this raunchy in here!’ mused Tony as he turned and headed out of the exit.

Rachel jumped up, grabbed Mike’s neck and shouted in his ear over the din. “Not a word! Ever! Or I’ll cut your fucking balls off!” And she stormed off the stage to a massive cheer.

Christy and I had dated in high school and college, but had drifted apart and both married different people. I had gotten divorced after only a few years, but had not remarried for 15 years. After she got divorced and moved back home, I had bumped into Christy and we had started dating again.

Because we had tried to keep our dating secret from our kids, we had ended up having sex a few times in her minivan. The sex was amazing, and the risk of getting caught had added an extra thrill that I hadn’t even planned on.

Christy and her daughter had agreed to go on a Summer cruise with John and I, and even though both kids had guessed that we were dating, we were planning to keep it cool during the cruise. John and I had booked a nice room with a balcony, and at the last minute, Christy had booked an “inner ship” room with Lisa, her daughter.

Once we got on board, though, John had moved into Lisa’s room, and Christy had moved in with me. Even though we were worried that the kids might be too young for this kind of set-up, the kids seemed to be “enjoying it” more than us.

On day 2, I had learned that Christy was enjoying the exhibitionist aspect of the cruise ship even more than the minivan. This was not a completely new experience for either of us, but I have to say this was the most daring we had ever been.

So at night after dinner, when Christy dressed up in a sundress with nothing underneath, my imagination started running wild.

She had been wearing sunscreen, but her skin was almost as tan as mine. I suspect it was artificial, but it didn’t matter. Her skin looked stunning against the pastel sun dress, and the outlines of her breasts made my heart beat faster.

We had moved from nightclub to nightclub, drinking and dancing, and we were amazed by the sheer number and variety of clubs in the ship. Each club offered live music, and when the bands took a break, we simply walked to the next club, drinks in hand, and continued our party late into the night.

The cruise ship not only offered bars, but also offered “premium” restaurants where you could eat if you wanted something other than what was served in the main restaurant. Just after midnight, we ended up at one of those restaurants, that appeared to serve dinner right up until midnight, and then convert into a bar for the rest of the evening.

The music was provided by a live band that played lounge versions of top 40 songs from the 70’s that were surprisingly good. Each of the musicians were clearly well-trained, well-practiced, and professional. We danced to song after song, until we were tired.

When we finally sat down, we picked a table in a darkened corner that allowed us a view of the dance floor. Without even asking, one of the waiters brought over fresh drinks for both of us. When I offered to pay, he waived me off, and explained that the bartender at the previous bar had sent up “comped” drinks for us.

Although I would like to think it was because I had left a generous tip, it was most likely because of how Christy was somehow managing to gradually show more cleavage and more legs at the same time. I had tried not to be obvious about grabbing her ass on the dance floor, but she was not shy at all about showing of her best features.

As we sat in the etiler escort booth, she casually reached her had under the tablecloth and started rubbing my dick through my jeans. Because we were both about half wasted, we paid no attention to whether people could see us or not, but we were pretty sure they couldn’t. The room was dark, and the tablecloth blocked the view of anyone who wasn’t in the booth with us.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” I whispered.

“Oh I can finish…” She promised.

Christy leaned over to kiss me, and I used my hand to pull her skirt up. I figured as long as she was groping me, I would return the favor. When I put my hand between her legs, I could feel the moisture of her excitement, and so I started massaging her pussy right there in the booth.

I looked up, and the waiter was smiling at us, and even gave me a sly wink before turning away. The room wasn’t very crowded, and he retreated back to the bar, where he resumed watching us from a distance. He would stop every once in a while to serve another customer, but other than that, seemed to be enjoying the show.

Without taking her eyes off me, Christy unzipped my jeans, and pulled my underwear down far enough to release my dick. Since she had both of her hands in my lap, it was now obvious to the waiter what was going on, but no one else seemed to have noticed.

Once my dick was free, Christy turned her body so that we weren’t being as obvious, but when she kissed me again, she started jerking me off with one hand. For some reason, the idea of being out in public was sexy as hell to me. I continued to massage her pussy, but I could tell I wasn’t having nearly the effect on her that she was having on me.

After a few minutes I could tell I was ready to come, and I told her so. Because of the alcohol and the foreplay, my dick was almost desperately hard. I thought she was going to jerk me off into one of the napkins, or maybe leave my jeans a mess, but to my surprise, she didn’t do either.

Christy snuck a quick look around, and then leaned over and put her head in my lap, taking my dick deep into her mouth, almost to her throat. Almost immediately, I was overwhelmed by the sensation, and started ejaculating into her mouth before she even had a chance to come up for air.

Christy came back up before I was finished coming, but she caught some of my semen in her hand and wiped it off on the napkin.

“My God, that was awesome.” I said.

“I told you I would pay you back.” She said.

And after that, she stood up, stretched just enough to show off her body, and started to lead me out. I stopped long enough to leave a $20 tip for the waiter, who smiled at Christy and gave me a “thumbs up” sign when she wasn’t looking.

By the time we got back to the room, it was 1am, so it was already day 3 of the cruise. Day 3 was a day at sea, so we didn’t have to be up by any particular time. When we got back to the room, and Christy stripped her clothes off, I thought she might be ready for more, but instead she curled up with me and went to sleep. Watching her sleep, I realized that she was my dream girl. I had let her get away before, but I wouldn’t make that mistake again.

The next morning I was awake beyoğlu escort early, showered, and ordered breakfast for the room. In a surprisingly short time, the room service staff brought us omelettes and bagels, with way more bacon than we had requested. As I brought the breakfast to bed, Christy stirred awake, but decided to make a trip to the restroom before eating breakfast.

When she came back to bed, she had brushed her hair and teeth, but she was still completely naked. I marveled at her figure, and told her how good she looked. I had been working out and dieting for weeks to get ready for the cruise, and she knew it, but she was in as good a shape as ever, and really much better shape than I was in.

Rather than sit on the bed, she picked up the plates and walked out to the balcony. I was wearing the bathrobe, since I had met room service at the door. Christy sat the plates on the balcony table, and came back to me with a grin on her face.

Before we sat down, she loosened the bathrobe, and carefully took it off my shoulders. I had not been wearing underwear, so now we were both naked.

“Let’s just stay naked all day,” she smiled.

“Sounds good to me, but I bet they will throw us out of the show tonight.”

“Maybe not,” she mused. “Maybe the show tonight is ‘Hair.'”

In fact, we had reservations for the Broadway-style show on board ship that night, but I am pretty sure it was ‘Cats.'”

Still, the idea of spending all morning naked was appealing to me, and my erection started to swell.

She reached down and touched my erection. “I will take care of that in a minute,” she said. “But breakfast first.”

With that, she sat in a chair on the balcony, still naked, and started to eat her breakfast. I thought about how she didn’t wash her hand after touching my dick, but it occurred to me it had been in her mouth plenty of times in the last few weeks.

The balcony was pretty large, and the privacy from the other balconies was pretty good. If someone were leaning up to the balcony keyhole from the room next door, they could most likely see through, or if they leaned over the balcony, they could turn around. But the only thing in front of us was open ocean.

The sun had risen, and the wind had calmed a bit, but it was still windy and warm. The wind covered our conversation, and the warmth made us feel completely comfortable to be naked. We couldn’t hear any conversation on any of the other balconies, so we assumed we were about the only ones taking advantage of the view.

When we finished our breakfast, Christy stood up and stretched, and let me admire her body again. When she stretched, the outline of her stomach muscles made the deep “V” shape all the way to her pussy. She looked amazing and I was instantly erect.

She moved over to me slowly, and ran her hands softly over my muscles, starting with my shoulders and back, and gradually working her way down to my dick. By the time she caressed my erection, I was in heaven, and started running my hands lightly over her breasts.

Her breasts were small and firm, and her nipples became erect at my touch. After a few minutes, she lowered herself down to her knees and guided my cock into her mouth. Even though the feeling cihangir escort was amazing, I had decided that I wanted more.

When I slowly pulled her to her feet, she looked disappointed, but she gave in to me when I turned her around, and hugged her from behind. In this position, her ass was pressed up against my dick, and the balcony railing was only a foot or so in front of her.

As I reached down and started massaging her pussy, she spread her legs, and leaned over to hold the balcony for support. She was so much shorter than me that I had to spread my legs to get down to her level, but once I did, my dick easily rubbed up against her now-soaking pussy.

With just a slight shift of position, I pushed my dick inside her, and nearly lifted her off the ground with the strength of my first thrust. She arched her back, in order to take more of my dick, and almost immediately it felt like I was “bottoming out” against her cervix.

We fucked on the balcony and enjoyed the morning sun for a long time. Although I sometimes come within a few minutes, I was able to last a long time, alternating between slow strong thrusts and fast shallow ones.

As I was picking up my pace in response to her heavy breathing, we heard the balcony door next to us slide open. There was little danger of being seen, but Christy was leaning over the railing slightly. I could tell from her reactions that the idea of getting caught was wildly exciting to her. She stayed as quiet as possible, but bucked back against me harder and harder.

From my angle, I could only see the smallest part of the balcony next to us, and it was clear that an older man had come up and leaned on the balcony to watch the sunrise. I could only see his hands, but from Christy’s angle, I am sure she was able to look him in the eyes.

When she looked over his direction, she immediately starting having a long orgasm. Her contractions felt rhythmic for nearly a whole minute, and she held her breath for almost as long. I had to support her legs to keep her from falling, and I pumped my dick into her slowly and deeply while she rode out the rest of her orgasm. I have no idea if he was watching, but whatever it was clearly worked for Christy.

No one spoke, and I am guessing he figured out what we were doing, because he retreated back to one of his deck chairs. I didn’t hear the door close, so I assume he sat there listening to us.

When she recovered, I let go of her legs and placed my hands on her shoulders so I could pull her back against my dick. As she arched her back even further, I started pounding her as hard as I could. I kept thinking about her having an orgasm while looking into this stranger’s eyes.

Within a few seconds, I groaned as I felt my load pumping deep into her pussy. I held my dick inside her as my orgasm finished, and moved my dick in and out to deposit the rest of my load as my dick started to grow limp. When I finally withdrew, she sat back down on a deck chair, and stretched again as my cum slowly dripped out of her pussy. I put a towel under her and made a mental note not to use that towel after my shower.

She closed her eyes in the morning sun, and relaxed as if the sex was exactly what she had needed to finish her breakfast properly. We were in no hurry, so we both laid on the balcony until the sun started to heat up. When we finally decided to go back into the bedroom, we opened the sliding glass door, and got the surprise of the cruise so far.

John and Lisa were sitting on the bed in their bathing suits.

“That was hot,” said Lisa.

2.01 Dianne and her son come to the Beach House:
2.02 Dianne meets her Entities:
1. Shower Preparation:
2. Breast, Nipple, Clitoris Enhancement:
3. Vaginal enhancement:
4. Vaginal testing:
5. Morning Encounter, Fisting:
2.03 Daniel meets his Entities:
1. Shower Preparation:
2. Erection and Nipple enhancement:
3. Entity, Deep Throat:
4. Suppository, Rectal enhancement:
5. The Mating, Doggy style:
2.04 Susan, Dianne, Daniel, Morning:

2.01 Dianne and her son come to the Beach House:

Susan made it a point of meeting her neighbors and soon an intimate relationship formed with her next door neighbor Adrian and Jessie. Both were bisexuals and occasionally, all three would enjoy each other’s sexual affections and all enjoyed the ‘services’ of the basement. Adrian and Jessie were also ‘serviced’ by the house’s Entities.

One morning, Susan got a call from one of her closest friends, Dianne. Susan felt or sensed tension in Dianne’s voice and asked if she and her 18 year old son, Daniel, would like to spend a couple of weeks with her in the Beach House.

Dianne and Daniel arrived the following morning and Susan showed them their rooms. Both were amazed at the hugeness of the bed/sitting rooms. Dianne blushed at all the mirrors. Susan told her that she hadn’t changed any of rooms layouts or furnishings.

As she helped Dianne unpack, Dianne explained her situation.

“I know it’s wrong, but I have not dated any man since Adam left me, three years ago. I have gone out with women. At first it was because I didn’t like men anymore. Then something happened, my girl friend kissed me, just a casual goodnight kiss.”

Dianne paused and looked at Susan,

“I liked it .. but am afraid to go out with her again. I now have strange feelings when I look at other women.”

Susan held Dianne’s hand and said,

“I have always felt that there is someone for each of us. I know you will find that special someone and trust me, the gender does not matter.”

Both the female and male Entities were listening to the conversation.

“I guess it must run in my genes. Daniel seems to have a strong feminine side and the Doctors say there isn’t much they can do for him. One Doctor suggested hormone therapy but that would give him breasts and turn him into something called a Shemale.

There have been occasions when I have came home from work and found him dressed in my ‘see thru’ panties and bra. He isn’t so well developed down ‘there’ and that could be a part of his problem.”

Susan decided it was time to fill in Dianne with the inner secrets to house. She blushed a little as she told Dianne about her unseen Lovers, leaving nothing out.

Dianne was a bit apprehensive about ghosts and things like that.

Susan said,

“These are different, assuming that there is a standard. They are, friendly, affectionate, understanding and very loving. You have absolutely nothing to fear from them.”

Dianne said,

“Well, that might make Daniel happy, I hear him talking to himself as if someone is with him. Probably making up for his lack of friends.”

Susan knew the Entities were with them and reached out and took Dianne’s hand and asked,

“I know its non of my business, but what would be the best for Daniel, wait for him to find his own way or help him out of the ‘closet’?”

Dianne sighed,

“Probably helping him out of the ‘closet’, but I really don’t know what his sexual preferences are.”

Susan said,

“Well we have lots of time, I have a big house, a lot of empty bedrooms and I am by myself.”

Dianne smiled and hugged Susan.

In a few minutes Daniel joined them. He casually mentioned that he liked his bedroom, especially all the mirrors. He also said that he had a feeling that he was not alone. Not a scary feeling, more of a warmness that made him feel comfortable.

Susan and Dianne smiled knowingly.

Soon all three were sitting at the kitchen table enjoying lunch. As time progressed, Susan could clearly see, the feminine side of Daniel.

Thoughts filtered into Susan’s mind,

‘We will help them both find their sexuality.’

Susan wasn’t expecting a response from the Entities so quickly and it caught her off guard. Dianne looked at Susan wondering why she had stopped talking.

Susan apologized and suggested a grand tour of the house. She left the basement for a later time. They then drove into town to do some shopping for food and personal items. After dinner, they relaxed on the sectional and watched the HDTV.

Around 10:30, Dianne said,

“Its been a long day and I think I will have a soothing shower and get some sleep.”

Daniel echoed his mother’s words.

Susan entered her bedroom and lay on her bed. She was thinking about Dianne and Daniel, hoping that she was doing the right thing.

In almost a whisper, so her voice wouldn’t be heard beyond the room, Susan said,

“I would like Daniel’s first sexual encounter with a male to be as if he is a virgin. I know you will test him, but does he have to şişli escort remember the encounter.”

Almost immediately, thoughts filled her mind,

‘The only thing he will remember is the wonderful time in the shower where his hair was removed the enhancements were done to his body. He will be bisexual.’

She smiled and sighed as light soft touches and kisses began flooding her body.

2.02 Dianne meets her Entities:

1. Shower Preparation:

Dianne entered her bedroom and looked at the doors to bathroom and the Jacuzzi.

‘Shower’ she thought, ‘the Jacuzzi in the morning.’

She undressed and walked into the bathroom with its large walk-in shower. She looked at her naked reflection in the full length mirror and frowned when she saw her 34A breasts. She was 38 years old with a 18 year son and despite her breast size smiled at her still curvaceous body. She saw the thick thatch of hair hiding her labia and frowned again. She could remember when she just had a small landing strip down there.

She opened the glass doors to the shower and was surprised to see that the three walls were all mirrored. She put on a shower cap, turned on the multiple shower heads and when the waters were nice and warm, stepped into the shower. In a about a minute, she picked up the bottle of creamy soft soap that was sitting on a corner ledge.

She sighed as her hands and fingers spread the liquid softness over body. Her breasts, nipples and labia tingled as her fingers cleaned and caressed all her ‘vital’ spots. Dormant yearnings began to come to the surface and she quickly stopped her exploration.

She stepped back panting. She hadn’t felt those kinds of sensations for a long time.

“Oh God, How I miss it ..”

Dianne was in a state of denial and abstinence.

She let the waters wash away the soap and relaxed in the warm flow of the waters. In a few minutes, she turned off the shower heads and looked at herself in the mirrored shower walls.

It started with soft, almost indiscernible touches along the back of her neck and spread to her shoulders. A voice .. no a thought, filtered into mind, calling her by name.

Dianne flinched and quickly looked around but saw no one. The Soft touches returned along with gentle kisses.

The thoughts returned,

‘Dianne your body is beautiful.’

Again she looked around, her nervousness was growing. While the kisses on the back of her neck and shoulders continued, she felt soft ‘hands’ and ‘fingers’ begin to explore the front of body. Her startled mind made an attempt to reach for the shower door but ‘hands’ held her firmly in a standing position.

Again she felt the thoughts.

‘Don’t be afraid Dianne, We are here to help you.’

She wanted to scream but only a soft gasp escaped her lips.

“Noooooooo .. Let me go ..”

Something in the back of her mind recalled the conservation Susan had with her about the secrets of the house and its Entities. A sigh of acceptance escaped her lips and the tenseness ebbed from her body as she succumbed to caressing touches of her unseen Lovers.

The ‘hands’ on her abdomen worked their way upward toward her breasts and Dianne flinched when she felt her breasts being lifted and gently kneaded. ‘Fingers’ slipped onto her nipples and began to caress and manipulate the rubbery buds. The ‘fingers’ left the nipple of her right breast and a warm ‘mouth’ descended onto the nipple with a delicious suckling action. A slippery ‘tongue’ swirled around the tingling tip and a reluctant sigh escaped her open lips. Another set of ‘lips’ moved onto her left breast and nipple. The combined sensations of the massaging ‘hands’ and suckling ‘lips’ caused the sigh to grow louder as her nipples stiffened and grew erect.

‘Hands’ moved onto her thighs and began to knead the soft skin. They slowly worked their way toward the junction of her thighs. The soft ‘finger’ tips caressed the outer lips of her labia and then slipped down her thighs to her knees. The exquisite sweep continued and a dazed Dianne moaned softly as ripples of arousal began to seep across her loins. The ‘hands’ molded themselves onto her labia and began to massage and knead the soft skin of her folds. ‘Thumbs’ pressed and swirled onto her clitoral hood and her pink organ began extending outward. She gasped at the ecstatic contact and laid her head back onto the shoulder of her unseen Lover.

She felt light pressures on her back, thighs and legs and then felt her legs being bent at the knees and pulled upward. She looked at the mirrored shower wall and watched as her bent legs were spread apart. It was as if she were sitting on a soft chair of thick air. She saw her swelling folds flare open, the pink tip of her engorged clitoris and her erect tingling nipples. She looked with aroused amazement as her breasts and labia were being manipulated by unseen ‘hands’ and ‘fingers’.

Susan saw a bottle being lifted off of one of the corner shelves. As it got nearer to her, she saw that it was labeled ‘Permanent Depilatory’. Her mind taksim escort was filled with mixed emotions.

‘Yes .. No .. Permanent? .. What if she wanted her hair back?’

She felt her arms being pulled up level with her shoulders and her sitting position was slightly reclined. She could now see her sex and the cheeks of her buttocks in the mirror. The bottle floated toward her and the silky liquid was poured onto her left arm and arm pit. It moved to her right arm and it too was drenched with the thick liquid. The bottle moved down toward the junction of her thighs and the silky liquid saturated her genitals, inner thighs and between the cheeks of her spread buttocks. Both of her bent and spread legs received the same treatment.

Dianne looked mesmerized as she felt a multitude of ‘hands’ massaging the Depilatory onto arms, legs and genitals. The ‘hands’ on her thighs and labia worked the warm, thick liquid into the thick thatch that covered her sex and she began panting when the ‘hands’ and ‘fingers’ went from mixing to arousing. Soon wonderful ‘popping’ sensations flooded her genitals, arms and legs. It felt as though thousands of bubble were forming and bursting all over body. As she looked at the mirrored wall, she watched in awe as all the hair on her body, below her shoulders began dissolving.

The ‘popping’ sensations soon faded and Dianne saw the removable shower head being turned ‘on’. It drifted toward her and she gasped as the pulsing waters flooded her sex and body. As the Depilatory and remnants of her hair were washed away, she saw for the first, in a long time, the full folds of her labia and clitoris could be seen without obstruction.

She smiled at her ‘new’ hairless nakedness and whispered,

“Thank you ..”

The shower head moved so it was in direct alignment with her labia and clitoris. Her mind wasn’t prepared for what happened next. Intense jolts of joy flooded her loins as the pulsing waters rushed onto the flared folds of her labia and protruding clitoris. Her hips began an ecstatic grinding and sawing motion into the pulsing flow. She moaned and gasped as her Lovers gave her pleasure that she had not felt in years.

She felt a ‘tongue’ curl around her protruding organ and ‘fingers’ slipped into her excited vagina. Her mind was awash with waves of ecstasy and she squealed with joy as a quick, tension relieving, orgasm exploded across her body.

The shower head was returned to its holder and turned ‘off’. Dianne sat within the supporting air-like chair, gasping as she came down from her orgasmic high.

2. Breast, Nipple, Clitoris Enhancement:

Thoughts entered her mind,

‘Now that had to feel good. How do you like your hairless body?’

Dianne smiled and whispered,

“Oh God, did it ever and I love what you did to my body.”

The thoughts again,

‘That’s just the beginning, How would you like firmer breasts and a clitoris that will guarantee you an orgasm every time you have sex. A clitoris that another female would love to get their mouths and fingers on.’

Dianne’s heart pounded with anticipation,

‘Another female .. would another woman do that to her?’

In an obvious hesitant voice, Dianne said,

“I .. I’m not sure .. Another woman .. maybe .. No .. Yes .. Ok”

She felt a light kiss on her forehead and the thought said,

‘I know you would .. I have much to teach you.’

Suddenly it dawned on Dianne, her unseen Entity was female.

Dianne saw a bottle appear out of nowhere and watched as it floated toward her. She watched in awe as the bottle was tipped and she saw two pools of a thick golden liquid forming in the air above her abdomen. A third pool formed in front of the junction of her thighs. The pools moved toward each of her breasts and inward toward her sex. She gasped as the liquid made contact with her body and the ‘hands’ began massaging the thick liquid onto her breasts, nipples and protruding clitoris.

Wonderful and intense tingling sensations flooded her breasts, nipples and clitoris.

Within seconds, she felt an exquisite warmth flood across her chest and into her clitoral hood. A wonderful firmness gripped each of her breasts and her nipples had never felt so hard or so excited. A deep kingliness saturated her rigid clitoris and a need to touch it became almost unbearable. She tried to reach down to it but the unseen ‘hands’ held her arms firmly.

BREASTS: 34A

NIPPLES: 5/16″

CLITORIS: 3/8″

As the ‘hands’ massaged and kneaded, she felt a delicious firmness building in both breasts. Dianne looked at the mirror and her eyes opened wide and she gasped when she saw her breasts becoming fuller and firmer. Her clitoral hood was thickening and the pink tip of her clitoris was expanding outward.

BREASTS: 34B

NIPPLES: 3/8″

CLITORIS: 1/2″

Delicious quakes pulsed across her as her breasts and nipples grew in spurts and her hips began jerking as her clitoris extended further out of its protective hood.

BREASTS: 34B

NIPPLES: 7/16″

CLITORIS: beşiktaş escort 5/8″

The hands on her breasts and the fingers on her clitoris intensified their loving actions as they had more and more to massage and knead. More of the thick lotions were poured onto her body and Dianne began moaning and gasping as her breasts, nipples and clitoris were enhanced.

BREASTS: 34C

NIPPLES: 1/2″

CLITORIS: 3/4″

Dianne saw her sexual enhancements in the mirror and look of sheer joy flooded her face. Her 34C breasts pushed proudly from her chest and her erect, bullet- like nipples felt as though they were going to explode. She saw her clitoris standing out like a rigid pink beacon and again, a desperate need to touch it caused her hips to jerk with a sense of urgency.

Reassuring thoughts filled her mind,

‘One more thing left to do, then we will take care of your needs.’

3. Vaginal enhancement:

Dianne saw what looked like a tear drop, oval shaped mass appear in front of her. It was gel-like, transparent and bluish in color. It was about 4″ tall and 1″ wide at its top and gradually widened to 3″ at the bottom. Protruding slightly outward from within the ‘tear drop’ was a replication of the head of an erection. The body was made up of thick accordion-like folds. Attached to the oval casing was a small opened ended circular tube, also with accordion like-folds. The entire casing glistened in the light with its oozing thick fluids.

Suddenly the accordion folds began expanding and Dianne gasped when she saw a life-like erection growing before her eyes. It slowly lengthened to 8″ inches and thickened to 1.75″. When it was fully formed it drew back into its folds and then expanded again. A stunned Dianne saw the phallus intensify its expanding strokes.

The small tube at the phallus’s base now expanded to 2″ x 5/8″. Its open folds began to ripple and clench. Dianne’s breath quickened and her arousal vaulted as her eyes locked onto the erotic and sexual ‘device’ that was swaying in the air in front of her. The more she looked at it, the more she wanted it.

The Entity sensed Dianne’s attraction to the floating phallus and drew close to her.

‘We call it the ‘surrogate’. Just think how wonderful it will feel as it slips into your vagina. The perfect mate for a needful woman. It does other things to. The surrogate will ‘deep throat’ your clitoris and will secrete chemicals that will enhance your vaginal sheath, inner lips and labia.’

Dianne’s eyes were locked onto her potential Lover and her breathing was coming in deep pants. Her clitoris tingled as it strained in the air, begging for attention and her inner lips fluttered with need and desire. The Entity reached down and palmed Dianne’s wet, swollen labia and her hips jerked her more than ready sex into the massaging ‘hand’.

Dianne saw the ‘surrogate’ move between her bent and spread thighs. She felt its radiated warmth flood onto her sex and then felt it form over her flared folds. She gasped as it made contact and then moaned as its protruding head nestled into her eager inner lips. She then felt an incredible jolt of joy as the suckling tube slipped onto the tip of her engorged organ of joy. Her hips thrust and ground against the clenching tube as suckled its way into her clitoral hood.

The nestled head began flexing within her clasping inner lips and she moaned as the pulsing thickness deliciously nudged and traced the eager opening to her vagina. She held her breath when she felt an exquisite pressure stretching her excited opening and then an ecstatic hiss was heard as the clasping entrance stretched over the phallus’s flexing crown. Her mind was flooded incredible sensations as the phallus twisted its way into her eager vaginal passage. The flexing thickness with its twisting nubs teased and tantalized the sensitive flesh of her vaginal walls as it burrowed inward to a depth of eight inches. Her mind reeled with the ecstatic fullness and her vaginal muscles clenched deeply onto the flexing nubs.

The ‘surrogate’ began releasing its enhancing chemicals and Dianne gasped as ecstatic antsy sensations gripped the entire length of her vaginal sheath. The elasticity and vaginal depth was slowly changed to accommodate an 8.0″ x 2.0″ erection. The sexual sensitivity was expanded to take in 50% of her vaginal sheath and her ‘G’ spot or Skene’s gland was expanded. Her mind was immediately flooded with waves of intense joy as her spasming womanhood was enhanced.

4. Vaginal testing:

The ‘surrogate’ rested for a few seconds while Dianne cooed and gurgled with joy. Then, it slowly withdrew and plunged back into her seething vaginal sheath. The phallus slowly expanded to 2″ as it flexed deep within her vaginal passage then it pulled out and twisted its way inward, again and again. All the while the sucking actions on her clitoris matched the stroking actions of the phallus. Dianne’s glazed eyes open wide and incoherent sounds of pleasure were heard as her body was pushed into a sexual frenzy.

The phallus’s girth expanded and contracted as it stroked inward and outward from Dianne’s enflamed vaginal passage. Her frenzied body was now totally controlled by the insatiable ‘surrogate’. She instinctively fell into the same rhythm and began urgent counter thrusts with her twisting and bucking hips.