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XXXII: Why Had He Been Mad?

Liam

Liam blinked in confusion as the door to Marie’s room closed before him. He should have known Blake would be up. Meeting her eyes had reminded Liam of the issues he’d been trying to work out concerning his friend. He hadn’t spoken to her since she’d confessed to him. Was that why she’d looked so sad? He would have to talk with her soon. For some reason, thinking about that–especially after her seeing him like this with Marie and Leah–

A nip at his lower lip brought Liam back out of his thoughts, and he grinned down at Marie, taking her by the back of the neck and bringing her lips up to his, sucking on her lower lip. He snaked a hand around Marie’s hips and squeezed her ass, eliciting a yelp from her, followed by a playful growl as she captured his lips again.

A moment later, they parted as Leah finished unbuttoning Liam’s shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. She pushed herself up against him and began kissing his neck, working her way up toward his jaw and then his mouth. Liam squeezed the tall blonde’s firm ass as he felt Marie’s fingers undoing his jeans, all the while shuffling him backward.

Once Marie got his fly undone, she yanked them down, then Liam yelped as she pushed him backward. He fell back on Marie’s bed and glared at her, “Rude.”

She just stuck her tongue out, “I thought you would like to be comfortable while you watch.”

Liam looked on, feeling himself somehow grow even harder as Marie took Leah by the arm and pulled the other girl against her, tilting her head up to kiss the girl.

Watching them kiss was…hot. Really hot. Porn did not compare. Liam had never really enjoyed watching a guy kiss a girl but watching two girls kiss each other was far better. They seemed so sweet and playful as they hungrily nipped and kissed at each other.

Fuck, why had he been mad about that?

Liam blinked, his entire body suddenly feeling much hotter as his mind overlaid an image of Blake onto Leah’s face. Liam swallowed hard. Seeing the two of them like that…

No. No–you promised her you wouldn’t think of her like that.

He’d promised himself that, too. That was half the reason he knew he could be so secure in his friendship with Blake and his relationship with Marie. He could be completely honest with both of them about the other.

The blurring of those lines was part of why he hadn’t been able to talk to Blake yet.

“Liam?”

Liam blinked, looking up at Marie.

“Everything alright, babe?”

Liam smiled, forcing Blake from his mind, “Yeah, I just spaced for a second. Watching you two made my mind…”

He trailed off as the two girls giggled.

“Liam, you have both of us here in front of you,” Marie said, “You’re not supposed to fantasize when you’re already in your fantasy.”

“Maybe it’s because we’re wearing too many clothes,” Leah suggested, though her cheeks darkened.

Marie laughed, eyeing Liam, then the crotch of his boxers. She reached out and stroked his hard cock through the fabric, making him flinch, “I don’t know…he seems to be pretty happy down here…” She looked back to Leah, “Want to see it?”

Leah nodded; wide eyes fixed on Liam’s boxer-clad cock.

“What do you think, Liam?” Marie asked, voice breathy, “Should we let Leah see your big wonderful cock? Or should the two of us strip for you first? I think it’s only fair that he gets to choose, don’t you, Leah?”

Leah nodded absently, and Liam’s cock twitched when he noticed the tall blonde rubbing her thighs together.

“You two first,” he managed, voice thick with lust.

Marie giggled and grabbed at Leah’s dress, snapping the girl out of her cock-induced trance. She lifted her arms, allowing Marie to peel the tight dress off her inch by inch, revealing the girl’s smooth, toned legs, the curve of her hips and the thin waistband of her thong. Liam licked his lips at the girl’s stomach. She didn’t have a six-pack or anything, but the skin was taut and contoured rather than simply flat. When Marie got all the way up to the girl’s chest, lifting the dress up the final stretch over her head, two small, but perky breasts popped free, nipples hard and pointing up to the ceiling.

Once she had the dress off, Marie leaned in and kissed Leah hungrily, hands running up and down her tanned, exposed skin. Leah moaned, and the sound made Liam’s cock strain painfully against its confines. Liam barely noticed, however, transfixed as he was on the erotic display before him. At some point, Leah’s hands found the hem of Marie’s dress and tugged at it. The fabric clung to the curve of Marie’s ass as Lean pulled it off and let Marie’s cheeks free with a slight satisfying bounce. Rather than continue pulling up the dress the whole way, Leah’s hands went to the nearly uncovered flesh of Marie’s hips, running her fingers over the tan skin and squeezing at Marie’s curves. Her fingers wandered about Marie’s waistline for a minute before Leah pulled back from Marie with a gasp, porno izle panting, “You didn’t wear anything underneath?”

Marie smirked at the girl and leaned close, though her breathy voice was loud enough for Liam to make out, “No panty-lines. And it’s soooo much more fun.” Marie nipped at the girl’s earlobe as she took Leah’s hands in her own, “And I wouldn’t say I wore nothing underneath, exactly.”

Marie brought Leah’s hand around to her ass and pressed it between her cheeks. She let out a languorous moan as Leah gasped. Then, sending a sultry look Liam’s way, she turned and tilted her hips up, allowing to see the plug sticking out of her ass that she had pressed Leah’s fingers into.

“Fuck,” Liam gasped.

Marie grinned, eyes going to his cock, then back to Leah, “Leah, I think we made Liam a bit too hard for his own good. Can you finish taking this off so we can help him out?”

Leah nodded, quickly extracting Marie from the dress, which Marie then tossed across the room before taking Leah’s hand and bringing her toward Liam, motioning for him to scoot back and give them some room to work.

Marie’s newfound confidence was intoxicating. When they’d first started fooling around, she had always wanted the lights off and for both of them to be under the blankets. Seeing her confidently stride toward him like that, wearing only a jeweled buttplug…he definitely needed these boxers off soon.

Upon reaching the bed, Marie pulled Liam toward her and met his lips in a slow, but hungry kiss. She ran her hands down his chest and stomach, then pulled back eyes smoldering with arousal, and turned to Leah. She gestured to Liam’s boxers, “You want to take it out?”

Leah looked to Liam, hesitating for a moment, then stepped closer and hooked a finger around the waistband of his boxers. She tugged slowly, adding her other hand, and Liam lifted his hips to allow her to pull them all the way off. She didn’t stop until they were down around his ankles. When she looked up, her eyes went wide, darkening in lust.

“Oh fuck.”

Marie came up behind her, wrapping her arms around the taller girl’s waist, “Isn’t it wonderful?” When Leah didn’t respond, Marie started kissing her neck. Leah shivered.

“Want to taste it?”

Leah nodded, eyes trained on Liam’s painfully hard cock, and Liam scooted back as the two girls climbed onto Marie’s bed. Marie moved Leah so that she lay between Liam’s spread legs, closest to his cock.

“Go on,” Marie breathed, “Taste it.”

Leah gave her and Liam a nervous glance, then reached out and curled her fingers around the base of his cock.

“Fuck,” she half-moaned, half-gasped as she squeezed it gently. It twitched in her hand. Then she leaned forward and stuck out her tongue, licking the tip.

Liam hissed at the sensation. Then his eyes flashed to Marie, and his cock twitched as Leah continued to lick his cock. By the smoldering in her eyes, Liam’s girlfriend enjoyed watching him get his cock sucked by another girl. He watched as Marie raised a hand to Leah’s neck, threading her fingers in the other girl’s hair.

Leah moaned as she took Liam’s cock into her mouth. His hissed at the feeling of her hot, wet mouth around him, and felt his cock throb at the knowledge that nothing but lust and Marie’s hand on the back of her head spurred this girl on.

Marie grinned at him, directing Leah as the girl bobbed her head up and down on Liam’s cock, then pulled Leah’s head up, eliciting a gasp from the girl. Marie turned Leah’s head toward her, then kissed the wide-eyed girl deeply.

“Taste’s good, doesn’t he?” Marie asked.

Liam swallowed hard, Fuck, Marie.

Leah nodded and Marie grinned at her. She glanced up at Liam, then back to the girl, “Want to play with him together?”

Leah nodded again, and the two girls took up position on either side of Liam’s cock.

Liam watched in amazement as their lips came together around his shaft. The girls started sliding their mouths up and down either side of his spit-slick cock, then Leah went for the head again, closing her lips around the sensitive tip and teasing it with little flicks of her tongue. Marie lowered her head and began licking and sucking at his balls, making him glad he’d started trimming at her suggestion.

Every now and then they would take a break to make out with each other or go back to sliding their lips up and down his cock, giggling and kissing when their lips made contact. Liam was starting to get close when Marie finally took over sucking his cock, taking it deep into her throat.

“Fuck,” Liam hissed, “Marie, I–“

Marie let his cock free from her mouth with a “pop” and grinned eagerly at him, then Leah.

“Should we make him cum now and then have fun getting him hard again?” She asked the other girl, “I don’t think it should be too difficult.”

Leah nodded, glancing at Liam, then Marie, “I want to see him cum.”

“Do you want to taste it?” She asked.

Leah bit her lips, looking nervously pornhub at Marie, then Liam, then his cock.

“I don’t know…” She began.

Marie leaned forward and kissed Leah when she didn’t finish the thought.

“I have an idea,” she breathed, “Do you want to deepthroat him first?”

Leah’s eyes went wide, fixing on Liam’s cock, “Deep–I’m not really too good at that…I don’t think–with something that big…”

Liam held back a grin. He knew he wasn’t that big, but he didn’t exactly mind the ego-boost. Girl-inches would probably make him seem far bigger than he actually was to anyone Leah told about this.

“How about we make him cum, then you see how deep you can take him?” Marie said, “I know it’s intimidating, but its sooo satisfying when you have it all the way in–especially when you get to watch and feel how he twitches and squirms.”

Leah swallowed, but nodded, “Okay.”

“Good. Liam, lie all the way back. I think you should help Leah out with how wet she is.”

Liam grinned at Marie and moved a few pillows out of the way before lying flat.

“What should I do?” Leah asked.

Marie reached back and squeezed Leah’s ass, eliciting a gasp from the girl.

“I think you should go put this on Liam’s face,” she said, “He’s really good at that. Take those off first, though.”

Liam raised an eyebrow, looking up to see what Marie was talking about. Leah’s cheeks were flushed. She’d straightened to remove her thong. Once off, she flung them over her shoulder, then crawled across the bed to Liam.

As she approached, Liam remembered something, and caught Marie’s gaze, mouthing “Safe?”

Marie nodded, mouthing back, “I checked.”

Liam smiled back

“Like this?” Leah asked once she’d straddled his face, situating herself so that she faced him, shining pussy only a few inches from his mouth.

“No, face me and his cock,” Marie instructed.

Leah did as she was told. Moments later, Liam had a very nice view of the girl’s pussy and asshole.

“Good,” Marie said, “Now Liam’s gonna play with your pussy while I make him cum. You just enjoy, okay?”

“Oka–Mmph.”

Liam couldn’t see due to the position of Leah’s incredibly nice ass in his way, but he assumed Marie had kissed the girl again. Glancing back up at the pussy before him, Liam decided to dive right in. He grasped Leah’s firm cheeks, squeezing gently, and pulled her slick, waiting lips toward him. She jumped when he nipped at her ass, sucking on the flesh a little bit, but moaned when he spread her cheeks, brushing against her outer lips with his thumbs. Liam sniffed peremptorily–just to determine exactly how thorough he would enjoy being in his pleasuring of Leah’s pussy. Then he licked between her folds.

Leah moaned, and Liam felt himself smile as he continued his tongue-first exploration of the girl’s nether regions. Leah didn’t taste as fresh as Marie usually kept herself, and Liam missed Marie’s unique flavor, of course, but the blonde didn’t taste bad by any means.

Liam pulled back to breathe, then was glad he had as Marie took his cock into her mouth. His breath rushed out of him in a his, and he moaned as Marie steadily took every inch of him into her mouth. With his cock surrounded in warm, wet wonderfulness, Liam had to forcibly remind himself not to neglect Leah. He put his face back between her cheeks, licking, nipping and sucking at her folds, trying to concentrate on the noises she made to determine what she liked. Normally, he would have just told her to let him know what felt good, as he had with Marie, but Leah–currently holding herself up with her arms–was in no state to give such feedback, and Liam was in no state to effectively process that information. Marie had started bobbing her head up and down on his cock. Her throat felt so good. The hot, wet sensation enclosing his cock was so familiar to that of her pussy, yet wonderfully different.

As much as he enjoyed eating Leah’s pussy–or just pussy in general, he guessed–Liam felt a bit frustrated that he was unable to reciprocate the wonderful feelings Marie’s throat and mouth were imparting on him.

As he pulled back for another breath, Leah’s puckered asshole caught Liam’s gaze. It was gaping slightly.

Liam had wondered for a while whether or not he would enjoy eating ass as much as he enjoyed eating pussy–provided it was all fresh and clean, of course–but he decided against it. He’d eaten Marie’s ass once on impulse, and he thought he’d enjoyed it, but he wanted the first time he really did that to be with just Marie. That way he could really get into it if he ended up enjoying it as much as he remembered.

The sensation of Marie’s throat squeezing the head of his cock fuzzed all coherent thoughts in Liam’s mind. He felt his orgasm building, gasps interrupting his attentions to Leah’s pussy as Marie bobbed up and down on his cock. Leah didn’t seem to mind much, though.

“Marie,” Liam gasped, “I’m close.”

Marie’s porno 64 self-satisfied cackle vibrated through Liam’s cock as she took him all the way into her mouth and sucked, pushing him over the edge.

He dug his fingers into Leah’s ass, hips bucking as he unloaded into Marie’s waiting mouth. Her tongue massaged the underside of his shaft, coaxing the cum out.

Leah seemed to enjoy Liam’s moaning and frantic breaths against her pussy. The taller blonde pushed her ass down onto Liam’s face, grinding against him as Marie’s mouth sent him into overdrive.

Between the two girls, Liam’s head began to fuzz. Then he felt Marie’s lips slowly rise up the length of his cock. A moment later, Leah lurched forward off his face. Liam blinked as he looked up, trying to refocus his gaze. His cock, spent as it was, throbbed at the sight of the two girls with their lips locked, a large drop of Liam’s cum rolling down Marie’s chin. A moment later Leah’s tongue licked it up.

Fuck.

The two girls broke the kiss, both panting as hard as Liam was. Then Marie guided Leah down to Liam’s cock. It was no longer as hard, but it hadn’t gone down by much.

“See how much you can take,” Marie encouraged, pushing Leah’s face toward his cock, “Look up at him while you take as much as you can.

Leah wet her lips, then gazed up at Liam as she let Marie guide his cock into her mouth.

“Fuck,” Liam swore. He was still a little oversensitive, “Marie–“

Her hand on his thigh quieted him, “I know it’s a lot, babe. Just enjoy having your cock stuffed into such a tight little mouth. Look at Leah while she takes it all in.”

Liam did as his girlfriend said, locking his eyes with Leah’s. The blonde gazed up at him as she took inch after inch of his cock into her mouth, pupils dilated with arousal. She didn’t stop until her nose came to rest against his pelvis. Then Liam felt her tongue massaging the underside of his cock. Liam had to let his head fall back, “Oh, fuck, that’s good.”

Leah kept her head like that for a bit longer, then drew back, and Liam found himself gasping for breath as he looked up to find the two girls making out once more, hands roaming each other’s bodies. When Marie pulled back this time, however, it was only to lower her mouth to Leah’s chest. She licked and sucked at the soft flesh there, eliciting soft gasps and moans from Leah. Then her mouth closed around a hard nipple, and Leah let out a long hiss. Marie’s lips curled into a smile, and she straightened to lock lips with Leah once more before glancing over at Liam.

“Do you want to watch us eat each other out, babe?” She asked, breathless, “You wanna watch Leah lick my soaking pussy?”

Liam felt a low growl rise in his throat as he nodded, and Marie crossed the bed, throwing herself on top of him. She took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply, their tongues darting and dueling as she slid her pussy up and down his half-hard cock. She was soaked.

When Marie pulled back, she grinned widely at him, then nipped at his lower lip before crossing back over to Leah.

“Lie down on your back,” she instructed, “Have you ever eaten a girl out before?”

Leah shook her head, biting her lip, “I’ve always wanted to, though.”

Grinning Marie leaned down to give the girl a quick, but firm kiss, then shifted so that she straddled Leah’s face.

“Oh,” Leah gasped.

Marie twisted, “Wha–ah!”

“Sorry,” Leah said, arm retreating, “I forgot you were wearing that?”

Liam raised an eyebrow, confused for a moment, then remembered Marie’s plug. He wondered how big the one she’d chosen for tonight was.

Marie grinned, settling herself down on her elbows, “Just do to me what you feel me doing to you. It’s fun. And don’t be afraid to push on that plug every now and then.”

She glanced at Liam, “And, babe? Enjoy the show.”

Liam swallowed hard, knowing he would.

For a while, he just sat back watching the two girls lick and kiss and suck at each other’s nether lips, enjoying the noises they elicited from one another and the way their bodies writhed and pressed together, skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Then Liam got off the bed and went around to Leah’s side. He stood over her, watching with fascination as she pleasured his girlfriend. When she noticed him watching, she faltered, cheeks going red. Liam just grinned down at her and brought two fingers to her slick pussy. They went in with zero resistance, though Marie moaned as her wet, hot walls clenched around Liam’s fingers. Liam grinned, pushing them in as deep as they would go and pushing at Marie’s bejeweled plug with his thumb, eliciting another moan from his girlfriend.

When he drew his fingers back out, he looked down at Leah and brought his fingers to his mouth, savoring the taste of his girlfriend as he licked his fingers clean.

“Tastes good, doesn’t she?” Liam asked, grinning down at Leah.

The girl’s cheeks colored again, eyes going wide. Liam hesitated for a moment, then brought one hand to the back of Leah’s head, and pushed her closer to Marie’s pussy. Leah started when her nose brushed against Marie’s lower lips, but then she grinned up and Liam and resumed eating his girlfriend’s pussy.

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My name is Satish and I work as a software consultant in Pune. In my late twenties I had to move to Hyderabad for about 9 months to work on an assignment for my company. As it was a short period, I found a service apartment, basically a large bedroom in a 4 bed-room house. There was a full time cook/ man Friday staying in the house who looked after all my needs ( literally!). He would cook my breakfast and dinner, take care of my clothes, etc.

His name was Binju and he was from Uttar Pradesh. He must have been about 25 years, clean but a little pansy looking guy who I suspected veered towards the gay side. Anyway, I was not so particular about it as long as he looked clean and cooked well.

There was also a day maid named Hema who would come in the morning for a few hours. She would clean the house, do the utensils and generally any other work. She would also wash my clothes for which she would come into my room everyday. She must have been in her mid-thirties, decent figure with small breasts. I heard from Binju that she was married to a drunkard and had no kids.

She would come to work dressed in the traditional Indian saree the way they wore it in South India with just one wrap around a lehenga (underskirt) and a drape over the breasts. I doubt she wore anything below that! At work, she would hike up her skirt to her knees and go about without any inhibitions. I thought she had divine legs! She was a sensuous presence in that house filled with two horny bachelors, although as I came to find out, one of those was on the other side of the fence!

From Monday to Friday, my routine was to leave the house at about 9 AM after having breakfast. I would return by about 7 PM by which time my room would be cleaned, the sheets changed once in a few days and any clothes would be washed and ironed and kept neatly folded on my bed.

On weekends, I would sleep till about 9 AM and then lie around the house or go for a movie or something. Hema would come at about 10 AM and finish her work by 12 and leave. Sometimes she would have lunch with Binju and I could hear them talk in the kitchen.

Binju was a very friendly type and could gossip about something or the other happening in the building for hours. He was quite popular with the housewives and maids in the building but none of the building security or male cleaners would talk with him!

One day, it so happened that I had to return home midway from the office to pick up an important document that I had forgotten on my bed. It must have been about 10.30 or so and instead of ringing the bell, I used my key to open the door and head for my room. The house seemed strangely silent and empty, I wondered where Binju was, perhaps he had gone out to shop for something. I entered my room and could hear some voices from outside my room. I forgot to mention, the house had a small garden at the back with a stone for washing clothes. The garden was also enclosed with 8 feet high walls and a door to the garage. So it was a private space where one could sit and sunbathe if they wanted. Not that I had tried it ever, but Binju would talk about it, he would sometimes put oil on his body and sit in the sun.

As per him that was very healthy and good for his skin!

I peeped out through the curtains and got a shock at the sight outside.

Binju was sitting on the washing stone, he was in very small briefs. Hema was standing in front of him, she too was partially dressed, she had removed her saree and was in her lehenga skirt and blouse. She was rubbing some kind of oil on Binju and was doing it very lovingly! It looked like an erotic scene but I was a little mistaken.

Hema rubbed his arms and chest thoroughly with the porno film oil, then she made him stand up while she squatted and put oil on his legs from bottom to top. Finally she pulled his briefs down!

Binju had a nice cock, but it was flaccid despite all that stimulation! She rolled his cock in her hands and then put oil on his balls. All this however got no reaction from Binju!

Hema laughed at him saying, “Arre, is this a cock or an ice lollipop!”

Binju’s reaction was to put his head on her breasts and to try and hug her. She however pushed him off.

“Be careful, I will get oil on my blouse!”

“That’s why I told you to remove your clothes, no one is going to see.”

“Yes, you are least bothered, you ice block, but what if someone from the next building sees me!”

” No, the walls are very high, and many times I sit here naked in the sun. Take off your clothes, let me put oil on your body too, then we can take a bath after sitting sometime in the sun. It is very good for your skin, this oil and sun combination.” said Binju.

“Yes, I have heard you tell your Satish bhaiya ( brother) many times. It is as if you want him to sit there naked for you to see!”

” I wish! But he never pays attention to me for this. He has a lovely body but I have hardly seen much of it.” said Binju.

“You will soon succeed, you must plan it carefully, or else he will get a shock and then complain to your boss.”

“No, no, he is very kind, he will not complain. He is also quite fond of me.”

Hema then proceeded to remove her blouse and pulled her skirt over her head. As I thought, she was naked underneath. It is typical of Indian maids to never wear undergarments. They consider it as some kind of luxury! In Hema’s case, undergarments were not required, she had breasts which stood out proudly, small but perky breasts!

Binju fondled her breasts lovingly and put his face in her breasts. She hugged him and they stood there for sometime. It was a very erotic sight. I was tempted to call out to them or walk out into the garden. I wonder what would have been the reaction!

Binju stood up and then started to put oil on Hema’s body. He did her arms first, then her chest and gently massaged her breasts with oil. He certainly knew how to handle a woman’s body! Although I was not a virgin at that time, I had very little experience with women, just one time in the dark with a woman in the village when I visited my grandparents. It was behind some bushes with both of us nervous about being found out and it got over before I realized what happened!

Binju squatted in front of her and started to rub oil on her legs, he spread them apart and did a gentle massage of her thighs.

Hema gave a sigh and leaned against the washing stone. It looked like she was starting to get an orgasm!

” Oh you have such soft gentle hands Binju!” she sighed.

“Shall I oil your holes too?” he asked. She just nodded.

Binju put some oil on his hands and started rubbing her pussy gently, I think he went from her pussy to her asshole and was oiling both the places in the same stroke.

I was right, as in a few minutes, Hema started to come. She gave great gasps and started to shudder. Finally she collapsed into Binju’s arms. He carreseed her for some time and then both sat on the ground.

” Thank you for pleasuring me, Binju, I must return the favour to you.”

“Please help me to seduce Satish bhaiya, I am sure I can convince him for an oil massage from you, then let’s see how it goes.” said Binju.

“Ok, definitely I will do my best.” said Hema, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

I thought I had seen and heard enough! I porno 92 quietly slipped away and went back to work.

So now I knew for sure that Binju was gay and had the hots for me. It was a different experience for me. I was sure I was not gay, but the thought of Binju getting attracted to my body was interesting. I thought I would play along and let things work out.

On the coming Saturday, I got up at about 8 am and went out. Binju was brewing tea. He was surprised to see me awake.

“How come you got up so early today, Bhaiya?” he asked.

“Oh just like that, I woke up with some itching on my legs, then I could not go back to sleep.”

“Did some insect bite you? Should I check the bed?”

“No, no, I think it is just dry skin, Hyderabad is such a dry city and different from Mumbai and Pune, so my skin is not used to this weather” I said casually.

“Oh, then try getting an oil bath, Bhaiya. I do that once a week and it keeps my skin smooth.”

“I know, you have told me this before too. I don’t know, maybe I should try it once. Is there any massage parlour nearby?” I asked.

“Parlour? But why parlour, Bhaiya? You can get it done here only at home. No need to pay a fancy price at some dirty parlour.”

“You mean someone comes home to give an oil massage?” I asked innocently.

“Arre, our Hema is there na? She is supposed to be an expert at giving oil massages, why don’t you ask her?”

“Really? Hmm, but it feels a little weird to ask her. She is a woman and I hardly know her for a few months “

“You are feeling shy bhaiya?” Binju laughed.

“Yes, a little.”

“If you want, I can also give you a nice oil rub if you want.” he said, looking at me with a sly smile.

“Hmm, let me think. That feels weird too. Maybe I would like Hema only to do it. Can you ask her for me?”

His face fell. Poor fellow must have been eagerly waiting.

“Oh, don’t worry bhaiya, I will ask her. I know she will not refuse.

“And where do I get this done? Bedroom may become oily and difficult to clean

” Oh don’t worry, the backside garden is very nice. I put oil on my body and sit there every week. I take a bath at the washing stone there, it makes it very easy to clean. No one can see inside the garden as the wall is high.”

“You apply oil on yourself? How do you do that?”

He smiled shyly.

“Bhaiya, actually Hema does it for me. And sometimes I do for her. That’s why I said she will agree for you too.”

“Oh, all this goes on and I never even knew!”

The bell rang at that point of time and he went to open the door. I went back to my bedroom and kept the door slightly open.

I could see Hema walk towards the kitchen and Binju whispering something to her. After a few minutes he came into my room.

“Bhaiya, she is happy to apply oil and massage you also. Shall we do it now? She can do the housework afterwards.”

I sort of grunted and he took that as a yes probably as he went into the kitchen. I could see him take out the oil bottle and pour it into a pan to warm.

After a few minutes, he called out to me to come into the back garden.

“Bhaiya, oil is nice and warm now, please come out.”

He was waiting eagerly in the back garden, the pan with oil on the stone. Hema was waiting there and she had a big smile on her face. To tell the truth, I was a little nervous at this point of time. No woman had ever massaged me and I was wondering whether I would have to strip in front of both of them.

“Come over here sir. This is a good place.” she said.

I stood in front of them, wondering what next. Do I remove all clothes or what?

“Better take off your mature porno clothes, unless you want to oil those too.” she laughed.

She pulled at my shirt and pulled it over my head. At the same time, Biju pulled my pajamas down. I was in my briefs and clung to them for a minute while Binju tried to pull them down.

“Go inside you idiot and let me do the work.” she shouted at him.

Binju went inside demurely, but I guessed he would head for my bedroom to watch from there. I was right as I could see the curtains move slightly after a minute. It was dark inside, so he was not visible.

“Ok, let’s start.” she said and to my surprise, she first removed her saree. Then she put a towel across her chest and expertly slipped out of her blouse.

She must have realized I was staring at her because she said.

“I hope you don’t mind? I don’t want to get oil on my clothes and no one can see here anyways”

She then hiked up her skirt to her waist and started applying oil, first my hands, then my chest.

I relaxed and started to enjoy the oil rub. She was really good at her work with expert strokes on my hands and upper body. Then she squatted down and started on my legs. Her towel was slipping down at this point and I could see her cleavage. I tried to look elsewhere as I realized I was getting aroused.

Meanwhile her hands were busy travelling up my legs till my crotch and every time she came up, her hand would brush against my crotch. Finally she stopped and gently pulled at my briefs.

“Let me take this off sir, otherwise it will become stained.”

I gulped and allowed her to pull my briefs down. My cock sort of popped out and stood at half mast!

She nonchalantly continued to oil the area, first my balls and then my cock with long slow strokes from bottom to the top. My erection was now complete and it stood out, almost touching her face. She started to get up and her chest towel slipped off at this point, leaving me staring at her beautiful breasts. She certainly knew how to arouse men!

I could not resist but touch her breasts, they were warm and soft. I gently massaged her and she groaned in pleasure and grabbed my hand. I think she was starved for sex with a drunk husband and gay Binju giving her weekly massages!

By this time she was totally gone and when I pulled at her skirt knot she allowed me to pull it down. We hugged each other, my cock poking at her pussy and her breasts squeezed against me.

She then sat on the stone and pulled me onto her. I sucked at her breasts and she caressed my cock. After a few minutes, I felt as if a different hand was caressing my cock. I tried to look up from her breasts but she stopped me. Suddenly I could feel a warm mouth on my cock and realized it was Binju, completely naked and trying to suck my cock!

“Oh gosh, Binju, what are you doing!”

“Oh sir, let him have his fun, poor fellow is all alone and I can’t help him.” Hema said.

It was feeling good anyways, so I let him have his way. I sucked at Hema’s breasts while he sucked at my cock and one hand on his. He came in a few minutes, gushing all over our legs!

“Don’t worry Binju, sir and I don’t mind.” said Hema.

Binju lay on the grass, his erection going down. Meanwhile mine was still up and now Hema pulled me down on the grass. She opened her legs and I entered her warm pussy which was wet!

We fucked for a few minutes and both came at the same time.

After that we lay on the grass for some more time. Finally they both gave me a bath, this time Binju soaped my cock and balls and I did not have the heart to refuse him.

I fucked Hema every weekend after that and during weekdays, Binju would sometimes give me a bath, soap my cock and then suck it till he came. I guess I was too afraid to actually try out sex with him and he too did not push me for it.

At the end of my stay in Hyderabad, it was a tearful goodbye from both of them.

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A Vietnamese Tran , A Dog Pt. 02

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So, yeah, I organize fuck parties.

Big shindigs, I book a hotel floor and arrange for food and security. Entry fees cover the expenses. For intimate affairs, just a suite’s needed. You fuck in one room, sleep in the other, and that’s what I put together for the Johnson’s last month.

Steven contacted me asking could I gather 5-6 BBC’s to gangbang his wife, Pamela. You’d think finding brothas to tap willing white pussy would be easy, but it’s not. There’s scheduling issues and the flakes.

That’s how me and the likes of Eightball became friends/associates. We’d met before at fucktions. He lived close and was a reliable dick to call who could bring others.

The Johnson’s appeared ultra-conservative, giving off Amish-like vibes. Pamela was tiny, barely 110 pounds. Entering the hotel room, saying nothing and making no eye-contact, she went straight to the bathroom as Steven prepped his recording equipment.

“You sure about this? There’s 5 of us! She may break!” I cautioned.

“Lock the doors! No one escapes!” yelled Pamela, exiting the bathroom naked, “Ya’ll fuckers gonna get fucked!”

“Sic’em, honey!” Steven cheered.

Pamela porna pushed Eightball’s big ass down and rode him hard as her small hands tugged on 2 dicks and her mouth soul sucked the other.

I tagged in next mounting her ass doggystyle.

“Hoboin’ my caboose? You gotta pay the fair!” she demanded.

“Smack it! Hard!” Steven urged and I obliged turning white asscheeks beet red.

The other 3 guys couldn’t handle her suckjob’s intensity. One shot his load down her throat. The other two left streams of cum across her forehead and chin leaving me and Eightball last fucks standing.

“Take no prisoners!” Steven encouraged as Pamela posed tongue out, baby-battered covered, and smiling.

Eightball picked her up, placing her legs over his shoulders, with Steven capturing images of hard standup fucking.

I moved her to the open window, pulling her hair and fucking her in the arresting position in plain sight of any passersby as Steven spielberged away.

“Round 2? Y’all ready?” she asked an exhausted room, “No? Next month then! 8-10 guys, ok?”

So, here I am again, a month later.

Word spread quickly about mom porno the previous encounter and finding gangbangers was no trouble. I now looked over a suite filled with 9, viagra-roided, BBC’s determined not to be fucked senseless from petite, sexual dynamo and cock deflator, Pamela.

To get away, I’d given Thuy some lame excuse.

“We never spend weekends together!” Thuy cried as Mrs. Tran stood, arms folded, suspiciously frowning me down.

The Johnson’s were late. One hour turned into two. They weren’t answering their phone or replying to texts. The room was getting anxious, frustrated, and a bit drunk. Motherfuckers were actin as if it was my fault!

When a knock came at the door, I jumped, relieved they’d arrived.

Mrs. Tran burst in, backpedaling me to the middle of the room, screechin Vietnamese shit, waggin and pokin her finger all in my face.

I imagine she was shouting, “Gotcha! Im tellin Thuy!”

Ok, stop!

I gotta backtrack some context.

First, though, let’s pause.

Like, sometimes, in reading these stories we miss intimate details as we rush towards the end of our olgun porno tale, never enjoying the fulfilling richness of the journey. Take another sip of that beer, dear reader, and ask yourself… What’s this all for? Are we just a carbon based combination of cells genetically predisposed to seeking meaningless copulation? What is Spam made of? 750 words to tell a story? That’s fucking insane!

Ok, remember Thuy’s nickname?

Well, her pear didn’t fall far from the tree! I’m tellin ya Mrs. Tran, herself, was a hot piece of shaking beef! Short, with a tinge of grey running through her black hair, her ass and tits were fuller than her daughter’s. Mrs. Tran was a ripened pear!

Running a stakeout operation on me, she dressed comfortably, wearing only loose sweats and, as she spouted off, her sexy parts freely jiggled and bounced. If I noticed then certainly…

I hurriedly tried escorting her ass outside.

WHAM-POW!

Eightball’s fists tenderized my nose.

“No one goin’ nowhere!” he shouted.

I’d seen this coming. “If you want to gather knowledge, act as if you’re ignorant,” Thuy would repeatedly say to me. Eightball wasn’t angry from tardy pussy. He was cashing in a grudge.

“Don’t worry, fellas,” Eightball smiled, “We still gettin our fucks on tonight!”

I could only watch helplessly from the floor as 9 horned up dicks surrounded poor Mrs. Tran.

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Jan in California Pt. 03

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Taken on the Train

On the fifth day of Jan’s visit, she was sitting on my back patio, wearing a t-shirt and short shorts with no underwear, flipping through a California guide book she had picked up somewhere. “How about wine tasting?”

“Are you that bored that you want to hit the tourist traps?”

“We did pretty well at the museum,” she grinned, blushing. “But, yeah. Wine tasting?”

Scooting my chair next to hers, I looked at the book, as I stroked her nipple through her shirt. “There’s Temecula just a couple hour’s drive. They have some marvelous vineyards.”

“How far to Napa Valley?”

“Maybe ten-hours,” I said, trying to discourage that idea while cupping both tits and squeezing them gently.

“I don’t think I have your full attention.”

“That’s simply not true,” I lifted her shirt over her large tits, leaning in to suck first one nipple, then the other. “You have my complete attention. The guide book does not.”

I heard her catch her breath as I gently bit one engorged nipple. She flipped a few more pages. “Have you ever taken the train?”

“If you mean the subway downtown, yeah,” I moved to the other nipple, sucking and biting, “Not much of a tourist thing.”

“Oh, Lover… yes” she whimpered before refocusing. “No. Not the subway. The train. There’s a train that follows the coast the whole way up to Seattle,” She studied the schedule. “It’s supposed to have spectacular views of the ocean.”

“I’ve heard of it,” I kept licking and fondling her sensitive breasts. She arched up to my mouth as her hips began gradually rocking. My fingers traced up her thigh, slipping into her pant leg.

“It says, if we take the overnight instead of daylight, which are booked up a month in advance, it’s cheaper and we can leave tomorrow!” She was getting very excited. My fingertips found the soft stubble growing in on her labia. I caressed her with long, gentle strokes. “I’m doing it,” Jan said breathlessly, her hips pushing against my fingers as my mouth teased her tits.

“But if we take the overnight, there will be no view for most of the trip.”

“I have an idea how to pass the time, Lover.”

“Stand up, please.”

She obeyed while taking her phone from her pocket and finding the railroad website. “Good. There’s a deluxe upper suite on tomorrow’s train,” she tapped the screen. “Good.”

I opened her shorts, letting them drop to her bare feet. I kissed her labia. “Good,” she repeated at the screen. My tongue slipped under her lips, finding her clitoris, shy and hiding. I licked it with long strokes.

“Good,” she said again, her chest heaving, her fingers casually lacing through my hair. I sucked her clit into my mouth as I slipped first one, then two fingers into her pussy which got warmer and wetter at my touch. “Good,” she tapped the screen twice more. “Booked. Good.”

My fingers slid in and out, pressing the walls of her vagina as she humped my face. “Good, GOOD, GOOD, OH YES, SOOOO GOOD. FUCK YES,” her orgasm was quick and powerful, her cunt gripped my fingers as she fucked her hips against my tongue.

I held her hips as she sunk back into her chair, her shirt still bunched above her tits and her hands drifting across her clit. “I think I’m going to enjoy this trip.”

+ – + – + – + – + – + –

The Guide books will tell you that Union Station in downtown Los Angeles, is the last of the old-time train stations. The gigantic lobby was tiled in deep umber with dark wood everywhere. A tile mosaic in the floor evoked a compass. The chairs in the waiting area were wide and padded for weary travelers. A solo pianist had taken advantage of the “public welcome” piano.

Over the large archway to the west boarding platform, a mural depicted peoples of several ages, backgrounds, and ethnic and cultural groups.

Everywhere people were greeting or kissing or hugging or saying farewell to loved ones.

When we emerged on the platform, the tracks seem to go forever in both directions. The sleek, silver train was already waiting.

We followed the instructions on our ticket to find our car, where a handsome man in his mid-twenties checked our IDs to match the tickets. Like most men, he seemed particularly taken with Jan and her v-neck pullover. “Welcome Miss Janice. My name is Ken and I am your personal concierge on this journey to,” he checked the ticket, “Napa.”

Ken looked like he had stepped from an action film. His chest and arm muscles strained his shirt as he picked up and stowed our luggage, before turning back to Jan. “If there is anything you need, please ask. May I show you to your cabin?”

“Of course,” Jan said. When Ken turned away, Jan looked at me, fanning herself with her fingers and silently mouthed, “Wow.”

I chuckled, but Jan was so taken by this charming man that, as she stepped up into the train, she lost her footing, falling back toward the concrete platform. Before I could think, Ken had his arms under her knees and across her back, catching her with porno seemingly effortless ease. He boosted her in his arms, shifting his grip further up her backside while bringing her large breasts close enough that Jan could feel his breath on her cleavage. “Thank you, Ken,” Jan said, a bit breathless.

Ken smiled. “These older trains can be a bit tricky. If you will allow me,” rather than setting her down, the young man proceeded to carry her though the door and onto the landing in the train. At the last minute he seemed to remember me. “If you will follow us, I will show you to your cabin.”

I picked up our garment bags and small carry-ons.

Jan grinned at me and shrugged as Ken started down the narrow corridor. I saw him turn his head to say something in Jan’s ear. She giggled and shyly covered the open V of her shirt, which had gapped, displaying some very nice cleavage.

He had to turn sideways as the corridor narrowed. I saw him shift his grip again, pushing his fingers against Jan’s ass crack through her jeans. Her butt wiggled appreciatively.

Soon we were climbing a cramped, switchback stairway. As Ken took each step carefully, he seemed to “bump” a bit, letting Jan bounce in his arms. At the top of the stairs, and one particularly firm bounce, his fingers pressed into her ass and Jan yelped, grabbing his head as though afraid he would drop her. She pulled his face to her breasts.

With me standing right behind them, Ken opened his mouth and bit her nipple over her shirt and bra. “AH, yes,” Jan gasped, tossing her thick white hair in a dazzling display of excitement.

He lifted his head, leaving a wet spot on her tit, and continued along the upper corridor. “The room numbers are on a sign next to each door,” his fingers had moved up Jan’s crack, between her legs at her pussy, “so it’s easy to find your entrance.”

“Subtle,” I had to comment.

Jan’s face was flushed, her tits heaving. She grinned at me. “Lover, how hard would you say Ken is now?”

I stepped close and cupped Ken’s crotch. He seemed surprised. “Very hard,” I squeezed, “but not very big.”

Jan gazed into Ken’s eyes as she petted his hair. “Not big… yet.”

I stroked Ken through his pants. “Not insecure, are you Ken?”

He forced himself to look along the corridor at the wall signs. He quickly stepped out of my reach, scampering to a door. “This is your cabin, Miss Janice and Mister…”

I grinned, knowing he had no idea what my name was. I opened the door, letting him step in. He set Jan down and began describing the room, “These tables fold down to become the queen-size bed…”

Jan immediately grabbed his dick through his pants.

“Oh my, Lover, you are right. Very hard. Not big at all. I should have no trouble sucking him.”

“What?” Ken stammered.

“You know, as a tip for saving my life on the stairs. It is what you want, isn’t it, Ken? Sex? With us? Though I’m wondering if I should suck you now, Ken.” Ken stared as Jan reached for his zipper, “First we’ll need dinner. And after dinner,” Jan’s long fingers took out a very hard four-inch cock. “Oh, now I’ve done it. Look at Ken’s cock, Lover.”

As Jen knelt in front of the speechless man, I kicked the door closed. She cooed as she stroked his dick. “Isn’t it beautiful? I don’t think I can resist,” she looked up at Ken as she kissed the top. “Just seeing it, holding it, knowing you’ve wanted me since you saw my tits in this tight shirt, makes me want to…” Jan slid her mouth over the swelling head.

I opened my pants. I knew Jan would do as she pleased and I would be rewarded for allowing her to do so, but I was feeling competitive. I took out my cock and began stroking it

“Suck me,” Ken begged, his brash confidence melting.

“You like that, Ken?”

He moaned.

“Is that what you want, baby?” She licked the underside of his shaft.

“Ah. He’s…” she heard Ken stutter and looked up to see him pointing at me. One hand was stroking my cock as the other cradled my huge balls.

“Oh, yes, Ken. Now you see what I have to deal with, night and day, again and again, that big dick,” she was still stroking him, “demanding attention; insisting I suck him or fuck him or take him up my ass.”

Jan slid his small dick into her mouth, easily covering the entire thing. “I mean look at his cock, Ken,”

Ken didn’t seem to be able to take his eyes off my dick which was nearly its full size as I pumped it faster.

“You will help me, won’t you Ken?”

That brought his attention back to Jan. “Help? You?”

Her fingernails traced his shaft as she coyly said, “Yes. I do love fucking him, but we’ve got all night on this marvelous train of yours. I have big plans for after dinner.” She looked at me with mischief in her eyes, “Big plans. And I won’t be worth anything if I let him fuck me now.”

She kissed the drop of pre-cum from Ken’s tip. “Will you, Ken?”

The penny had dropped. “Will I…suck him?” He asked with more than a hint of disgust.

“I porn want to fuck you, Ken” I said, not unkindly. I let go of my cock and it stood up, straight and large and menacing, “In that perfectly muscled ass.”

Ken’s eyes went wide and his hand reflexively covered his butt as he backed away from Jan’s caress. “I… I…” he threw the door open. “I’ll have to think about it.”

Ken ran down the corridor, one hand holding up his pants, the other covering his ass.

I closed the door as we both started laughing.

“Do you believe that guy? He was actually expecting you to fuck him without bringing flowers or buying you a drink.”

“Poor Ken. I’ve never seen a man run from a blow job,” Jan knelt in front of me, taking over stroking my cock, “You won’t run, will you, Lover?”

“Have I ever?” I moaned as she started licking my shaft, “I must say I thought the butt sex comment was a great idea.”

Jan hummed around my head, releasing my dick with a wet pop. “Butt sex is always a great idea, Lover,” she pushed her nose into my pubic hair, drawing a deep breath and wiggling her tongue around my cock. She pulled down my pants and boxer briefs, releasing my balls to the fresh air. “Maybe, after dinner?”

“Big plans?”

“Mm hm,” she hummed around my dick.

Lost in this woman, I laid both hands in her white hair as I started slowly rocking into her mouth. She moaned softly. “I do love sucking your cock,” she started using one hand on my shaft while her mouth bobbed along my head. Her tongue stroked the firm ridge and I groaned, moving my hips a bit faster.

“I am sorry my cock is so demanding of your attention, night and day.”

She grinned, “insisting I suck him or fuck him,” she quoted herself, “or take him up my ass.”

Jan’s fingers caressed my scrotum, tickling and cupping as my balls shifted at her touch. She slipped off my dick and lowered her head to lick my balls. “Mm. My man.” She sucked on one ball as her hand continued to stroke my rod. Jan opened her mouth wider, taking in both balls at once.

“Oh god. Oh god, Jan,” I groaned aloud as I pushed myself through her grip.

Jan stood up, opening her pants and yanking them to the floor. Her panties were blue lace, cut high on her hips.

“I am so god damn horny,” she shoved her right hand into her panties. I could see her fingers curl under, stroking her clit. “How do you want to cum, Lover? In my mouth or in my cunt?” She groaned as her fingers pushed inside. “Right now, I’d climax either way.”

I stared at this incredible woman, fired up with lust. “Fuck me.”

I pulled my shirt over my head as Jan dropped her nickers and closed the short distance between us. Sliding her fingers into my chest hair with a sigh, she straddled my lap, her knees at my hips. I held the base of my hard cock, keeping it pointed at her wet cunt.

She lowered herself slowly until the tip parted the lips of her pussy.

At that moment, the train lurched. Jan dropped, the full length of my cock ramming into her cunt and slamming her cervix. “FUCK!” she screamed, immediately matching the rhythm of the vibration from the rails. Slowly at first, jerking her hips, grinding her clit into my pubes.

“Oh Jan. You’re so wet. So hot around my cock.”

“Mmm,” was her only reply. As the trained sped up and so did she.

Admiring her cleavage, I grabbed the hem of her t-shirt. Jan immediately lifted her arms so I could pull the shirt over her head. Her bra matched the blue lace of her panties and her hard nipples were clearly visible. As she twerked her hips faster, I reached around her chest, undoing the wide clips. The bra fell away.

Jan cupped her tits with both hands, lifting them up. “You’re free, girls. Get out and enjoy yourselves,” she cheered.

I leaned in, capturing one nipple in my mouth. With her hand holding the tit to my face as she bounced on my cock, I sucked hard, letting the nipple firm up against my lashing tongue.

Jan brought the other tit to my mouth, calling my name as I sucked the swelling areola against my tongue.

The train was going at a full clip. The city outside had become a blur. I grabbed both her ass cheeks, lifting her up and pumping faster. I heard the train whistle, as if from far off, each time we crossed a traffic intersection.

Jan pulled my mouth off her tits and kissed me, fucking me fast and hard. “OH yes Lover, fuck me with that hard cock,” she groaned into my mouth. It was always fun when Jan started talking dirty. She reached down, grabbing one of my hands off her butt and shoved the fingers into her mouth. Her butt slapping my thighs was punctuated by her increasing groans. She pulled the fingers from her mouth, now slick with spit. She yanked my arm back to her butt.

“My ass, Lover. Finger my ass.”

Without a second’s hesitation, I shoved one finger into her tight anus. “YES!” I pushed it in quickly, then dragged it out. “MORE.” I added the second finger and pushed again. Jan porno izle started screaming, “YES YOU HORNY BASTARD. FUCK MY ASS. MAKE ME CUM ON YOUR AMAZING COCK WHILE YOU FINGER MY SHITHOLE. GOD YES! OHGODOHGODOHGOD OH! GOD!”

Her body tightened. Her fingernails gripped my shoulders. Her cunt squeezed and flexed on my cock, which throbbed and pulsed in response, firing cum into her hot pussy.”

“God, Jan. Your cunt, grabbing me, making me cum. GOD YES.”

I kept cumming, feeling her muscles milking me as she slowed down. I caught my breath and relaxed. Jan laid her head on my shoulder, her tits sweaty and sliding against my chest.

“Fuck, yes.” She sighed, “Sex on a train. Why did we wait this long?”

“It’s really too bad you won’t be worth anything after dinner.”

“I think I can find the energy,” she grinned.

Her fingers teased the salt-and-pepper hair on my chest as she cooed, quietly, “Um, Lover?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Your fingers?” she giggled as her rectum squeezed me.

I chuckled, slowly pulling them out, feeling her butthole close behind them. Jan whimpered in quiet disappointment. She reached down and found my wrist. Bringing my fingers to her mouth, she licked her bitter taint.

I kissed her hair. “I thought we were saving the butt sex until after dinner.”

“That wasn’t butt sex. That was just fingering, Lover,” She looked into my eyes with an intensity I had rarely seen. “The butt sex comes after dinner, believe me.”

She grinned, laying her head back on my chest. Her beathing leveled as she drifted off.

It finally occurred to me to look around the room. The “deluxe suite,” while large by railroad standards, was still quite small. Two tables folded into a bed big enough for two, or so Ken claimed. “Barely room to bend over so Ken can lick your ass, Miss Janice.”

“We’d find a way,” she crooned sleepily.

There was a quiet knock on the door, and Ken said, “Thirty minutes until dinner is served, folks. Thirty minutes.”

Jan stirred, stretching her arms over her head. I kissed her breasts as they arched upward. She cooed again. “What do you say we change for dinner, then enjoy the view from the dining car and get back here by the time it’s dark and the real fun can start?”

We had discussed making an event of our one dinner on the train. Short of tux and tails, we still planned to dress up. The in-cabin bathroom was a combination toilet and shower. Jan took her garment bag into the tiny bathroom, hanging it over the shower rail. It was easier for me to change in the main cabin. I found a face cloth in a small cabinet and wet it in the sink. I scrubbed my face, then my armpits, my chest, and up my legs. “Don’t wash your cock,” Jan called out. She opened the door and poked her head out. “I want to save that for later,” she wagged her eyebrows and closed the door again.

After a few minutes, I was wearing a dark suit, lavender shirt and a patterned silk tie with matching pocket handkerchief. I tied my shoes and returned to gazing out the window as the residential valley became farms, then ghettos. I realized I hadn’t heard a peep from Jan in several minutes. I listened at the door, and thought I heard her gasping or whimpering, but with the sound of the train, it was difficult to tell.

I rapped on the door, “If you’ve got Ken in there, I want to watch those muscles flex as he grabs your ass.” No answer. Getting a bit worried, I tried the door to discover it was locked, an unusual occurrence, even at home. “Jan? Are you ok?”

“I’m fine, Lover. Just a bit of trouble getting things to fit. I’ll be out in a minute.”

I glanced at the clock and watched the blurry outside world.

I heard the bathroom door unlatch. When Jan emerged, she looked spectacular in a shimmering black wrap-around dress with a deep round neckline, knee length and held closed with a single belt. Her calves were encased in tall, black leather boots with stiletto heels.

“Fuck-me shoes?”

“I call them my Dominatrix boots.”

“I like the sound of that,” offering my elbow and escorting her down the swaying corridor to the dining car. Even holding my arm, her walk seemed uneven. As we passed the concierge station, Ken looked up, concerned. “Is Miss Janice feeling well?” He swept an arm around her waist, evidently back to his confident self. “You look flushed. Would Miss Janice like something to swallow?” Jan’s head jerked up to his serene face. “For motion sickness, perhaps?”

“No,” she answered, still a bit shaky. “I’ll be fine once I get to the dining car and get something inside me.”

I noticed Ken’s hand drop from her waist to her ass. “Of course. It’s always good for a lovely woman to have something inside.” His fingers worked their way toward the flap in the wrap-around, pressing the skirt between her cheeks.

“NO!” Jan jumped toward me, her arms halfway round my neck. She glared at the concierge, having jumped two feet back himself, then down at her own ass. She shifted her skirt. “Thank you, Ken, it will be fine. I’ll be fine.”

“I’m very sorry if I misunderstood the rules.” He winked at me and stroked the bulge at the front of his uniform. “You both know where to come if you change your mind.”

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Sleepover with Gf and Her Sister

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This is a kinky story about my girlfriend and her naught sister coming true.

Backstory: I met these two blonde girls at a party one night. Candice and Cammie, both in their young 20’s. Cammie was dating someone at that time. She mentioned she would’ve been interested if single….however, Candice and I ended up hooking up that night and began dating.

Candice was somewhat conservative with sex but over time I’ve opened the freak she was hiding. Her favorite position was having me on top. She loved her ass licked. She would often sleep naked in hopes of waking up with my cock buried insider her. I swear she would wake up screaming and shaking uncontrollably. Probably the hottest thing I’ve experienced with a girl. At 5’3″ and 115 lbs, blonde, skinny waist, tight ass. Candice had the perfect frame to man handle. Cammie, blonde too, stands 5’6″ at about 130. Athletic frame and curvy. I never saw her tits, but id imagine they are C cups like Candice’s.

Many moons, parties, sleepovers later we land in their driveway talking about personal things as we surrounded a firepit. The drinks were flowing. We all began loosening up. Cammie disclosed that her boyfriend of 3 years had broken up with her. Of course, she was devastated. Her sister Candice was sympathetic. They’ve had a very close relationship for some time after their parents split up. When things get tough its usually them both taking things on together. They even bought this 2 story house.

At one point we got on the subject what turns them on. Candice mentioned how much she liked the feeling of neck bites and kisses. She thought it would be great for me to show Cammie since porno film she was heart-broken, giving her a little play so to speak. Let’s just say I played it cool, but I took complete advantage of this opportunity. I landed a few deep kisses followed by a deep bit into her trap. I felt her hips thrusted on accident, and I could tell her pussy was feeling it. I know my dick was… The thought of fucking Cammie or even having both together had plagued my dirty mind for a while… Boy would I be in for a treat…

Later that night most everyone either left or slept in the downstairs living room. Just upstairs Candice’s room was to the left, Cammie’s to the right. The rooms were adjacent just perfect enough that if you left the doors open you could see window to window. I climbed the stairs and opened Candice’s door. She laid on her right side, naked. The cover pulled between her legs so the curve of her ass was exposed. This night was different. With liquid courage I decided to go voyeur. I left the tv on for some light and left the door half open to her room in hopes Cammie would peek in.

With everything set I undressed and hopped in bed. I started kissing and caressing my girlfriend’s skin. Her body knew what was going on. I gently lifted her ass cheek up to reveal her lips. I started with fingers to moisten her clit. Her body would flinch some. Her asshole would tighten, then relax. I took my time caressing her tight ass. My tongue was soaked by the time I reached her clit. I was in the zone. I couldn’t get enough.

Everything is out in the open. I’m in heaven grabbing her hips and eating as her limp sleeping body straddling my yaşlı porno face. At this point my legs are spread with balls hanging and my erection just throbbing. The thought of Cammie coming in was making me even more horny.

After some time I began to feel a light sensation of hair run along my inner thighs. I felt breath on my balls. I felt a long stream of spit and warm tongue run up my chode. My balls went tight. My dick raged. I took a breath and slowly looked down Cammie’s blue eyes. She looked back to see Candice’s spread ass above me. She smiled as my cock disappeared between her lips. Cammie coordinated her suck and stroke together. She would occasionally take a break to lick drops of precum off the tip.

“mmm…this tastes good” whispered Cammie.

This fantasy is coming true as I hold back from blowing….

Candice started moving and waking up. I felt her thighs begin to shake as pussy juice soaked the sheets below. She began letting out ‘uhnnnns’ and ‘ahhhhs’ until she finished. Her body rested from seizing. Candice was shocked at the site of Cammie holding my cock! Paralyzed, she looked around to make sense of the situation. She quickly realized what was happening.

“Omg were you sucking his cock??!” Candice stated shocked.

Cammie looked puzzled on what to say next. Candice looked to me.

“Mike?”

Cammie pleaded “Candice im sorry. We have been drinking. Chad broke up with me, I’ve been a mess. I saw you guys in here and I couldn’t help it, I mean…look at his dick! I’m jealous!”

Everyone got quite for what seemed to be awhile. Candice staired at us both.

“This zenci porno is kind of kinky…” she said with a seductive grin. “Do you want to fuck him?”

Cammie looked to me, bit her lip & nodded in submission.

“I love you Cammie. I want my sis to feel good.” Candice just gave the green light.

After a few intense moments Candice kissed me and we watched Cammie undress. She slowly transferred her weight onto me. We watched in awe as my cock threaded her lips. Her pussy became aroused and swollen. Juice quickly lubed us both. Once she was ready, she reached back to guide my shaft directly into her. As my dick filled her walls, she let out a moan ill never forget.

“that..that…ahh…fuuuuuckkkkk…” moaned Cammie.

“mmm I think Cammie likes that. You better not cum in her MR!” Candice commanded as she straddled my face. I love when she calls me MR.

My mind is going wild at this point. Cammie is riding my dick & grabbing my stomach. My girlfriend is loving it. The rush of lust and love is pouring through me. Every thought, fetish, perverted moments for the past year are running thru my mind. Everything coming together as I’m fighting off the urge to cum. With every up and down motion my eyes roll deeper and deeper into ecstasy………its time….

“I’m about to come Cammie!” My balls are boiling ready to release.

Candice immediately hops up and orders Cammie to get up saying “that’s mine!!”

Candice quickly sits down on me taking every inch inside her. I feel her insides squeeze hard. With every slow up, her pussy grip pulls more cum to the tip. With every down my dick throbs unloading what seemed to be fountains of seed.

Candice rolled off to my right, Cammie laid to my left. We start smiling and laughing. Now the ice was broke. Could this have lead to a new taboo relationship? One this was apparent. We ALL wanted this, and glad it happened.

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It was Saturday morning and I was waiting for my friend to pick me up. We was heading out for a day of fishing together. We knew of this secluded little lake where we could pull ashore on this little island. So more than fishing was planned. So I thought until I saw his wife in the truck. But things turned out great as you will see.

Terry got out of the truck and walked toward me. We shook hands and I gave him a quizzical look.

“I know.” Terry said. “I hadn’t expected it either.” “She knew we was going fishing and this morning she said she wanted to go along.” “What could I do. Couldn’t say no.”

“You could have said there isn’t enough room to be safe in this size boat. With lures flying everywhere,” I replied.

“Yeah. I guess I could have but didn’t think about it,” Terry replied. “So we don’t get to suck each other off this trip. There will be other times.

“True. I guess we can go without this time.” I replied.

We loaded my fishing gear into the boat and got in the truck.

“Hi Bob,” Sherri said.

“Hi Sherri. Didn’t know you was but nice to have you along.” “You’ll probably catch more fish than we do.”

“I plan on catching something,” she replied. “But not sure about fish,” she said with a little grin.

Terry and I looked at each other as if to say. Wonder what means. We didn’t pursue it and just talked about where we thought the best spot would be.

We got to the lake and backed the boat into the water. I had gotten out ahead of time to unhook the boat and hold the anchor rope. Terry and his wife parked the truck and walked over to the loading dock.

“Wow. What a beautiful little lake,” Sherri said. “And look. There is a small island out there. Maybe we could take a break later and do some exploring.” And another little grin appeared on her face. Baffling Terri and I to know end.

“Sure Honey,” Terry told his wife. And he got into the boat and to the back seat. He was running the motor. Sherri got in the middle porno seat and I the front. I pushed us away from the dock and Terri fired up the motor. And away we went.

I couldn’t help but glance at Sherri’s tits and her legs. Both very nice. She is about 5′ 6″ tall. A little plump but not to bad. At least triple D tits. And nice poking nipples. And she was wearing a tank top and it appeared no bra. The shorts were loose in the legs and once when she shifted in her seat I thought I saw pussy. No panties. I knew Terry wasn’t wearing any underwear as we had planned on something different. And neither was I. Had to control my thoughts to keep from getting a hardon.

We reached the spot we had agreed on and dropped anchors. We had been fishing for a couple hours and had caught several nice fish. After that they quit biting and Sherri suggested we go to the island. So we pulled up anchors and headed to the island. We got out and tied the boat up to a nearby tree so it wouldn’t drift away.

We had been walking around the island for about a half hour when Sherri spoke up.

“I know you two do more than fish on your little outings,” she said. “And I don’t mean eat your lunch, well unless you call it that. I know neither one of you are wearing underwear as I got a glimpse of both of your cocks when you would shift in your seats. And I have found cum stains in Terri’s shorts after some of your fishing trips. Guess you didn’t get all of it every time Bob.” She said with a grin.

Terry and I looked at each other in shock. Neither one of us knowing what to say. We had that look like deer caught in headlights. Sherri could see the fear in our faces. Knowing she was right and we had admitted the truth without speaking a word.

“It’s okay guys,” Sherri said. “You don’t have to be worried about if I going to leave you Terry. I decided I wanted to be a part of it after considerable thinking it over. At first I thought about leaving but the more I thought about what you türkçe altyazılı porno two was doing the more it excited me.” And with that she removed her tank top exposing her beautiful tits and lovely nipples.

“Come suck my nipples boys. Get undressed first so I can play with your cocks while you suck on them.”

Terry and I looked at each other once again in shock and disbelief. We both naked in less than two seconds. Sherri had removed her shorts and was bare ass naked. Rubbing her pussy. Terry and I practically ran to where she was standing and each took a nipple in our mouths. Sherri was moaning quite loudly at this point. We both played with her pussy while sucking on her tits.

“Oh shit,” she cried out. “This feels so fucking good. It’s time for you two to show me what you do on your little fishing trips. I’m sure it involves some more sucking.”

Terry and I looked at each other and just laid down in the grass. We got in a side by side 69 position and took each other’s cocks in our hands. And then guided them into our mouths.

Sherri was kneeling beside us watching us suck each other. “Holy hell, is that hot. It’s much more than I had expected.” She was ramming her fingers in and out of her pussy at a feverish pace. “Can I help a little,” she pleaded.

We both stopped sucking for a seconds to give our approval. “Yes” was all we said. Sherri immediately went for my cock and started sucking it like it was her last cock. Damn was she good. She had my cock buried to the hilt and it felt great. My cock in her mouth and Terry’s in mine. She did this for a few minutes than moved down and took Terry’s cock in her mouth. He resumed sucking on my cock as I watched her suck his. This was one hot time.

About 20 minutes had passed with us sucking each other and Sherri taking turns on our cocks. I knew Terry was getting close and so was I. And Sherri knew it as well. She had already had several orgasms altyazılı porno from fingering her pussy.

“I want you to eat me Terry while I suck on Bob’s cock.”

Terry got up and I stayed lying down. Sherri moved in between my legs and took my cock in her mouth. Terry moved in behind her and slammed his cock in his wife’s pussy. Burying all of it in one thrust. Sherri let out a moan on my cock that sent me over the edge.

“Oh fuck. I’m going to cum,” I yelled. And I started shooting my cum into her mouth. She was swallowing everything I gave her.

“Me too,” yelled Terry and he started pounding his wife’s so hard as he unloaded that it drove her mouth down on my cock hard.

When we were all done we just laid there in the grass with each other. Not speaking a word. Sherri was the first to speak.

“I’m so glad I chose to find out and not leave. This has been the hottest sexual thing I have ever experienced. The sight of your cocks going in and out of each other’s mouths was hot as hell. And to suck my husbands cock while he sucked another man was more than I thought it would be. Thank you for letting me come along. Terry could have easily said no but he didn’t. Thank you, Baby,” she said to Terry. “Thank you, Bob.”

We both thanked her for making the decision to come with us.

We got dressed and into the boat. We headed back to the boat launch and loaded up the boat. We got in the truck and headed out.

“Can I come along again some time? Sherri asked.

“Fine with me,” said Terry. “Okay with you Bob?”

“More than fine.” I replied.

Sherri looked at me and leaned towards me and gave me a long tongue in mouth kiss.

“Thanks,” she said. “And maybe one time you can let me watch Terry fuck you like bears in the woods Bob” with a big grin.

“Okay with me,” I said.

“Me too,” Terry said. “You do have a nice ass.”

Sherri had slid her hands up both our shorts leg openings and was playing with our cocks. She did this all the way home. Fish was doing fine in the live well so no hurry to get them out. We all ran into the house stripping naked. Terry and I spit roasted his wife right on the couch and filled her full of hot cum again.

Looking forward to her going fishing with us quite often.

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Wednesday nights were our favorite nights to get out of the house. The movies were cheaper, the streets less busy, and babysitter’s desperate for work.

Joseph and I had planned this night out for weeks, and I was feeling so sexy in my little red dress, stockings, and Red heels. The movie was starting in 2 hours. We lived 15 minutes away from the theater.

I hear my phone ring. What the fuck? The original babysitter, Janie, says she can’t make it, she has the flu. Just when I ready to be disappointed, Janie gives me the number to her cousin, Julie. She said the already spoke, she has great references, she’s a freshman at the University, and she needs some money. I agreed, after speaking with Joseph.

We finished getting ready, smelling XDfresh, feeling sexy for our first night out in weeks! The doorbell rang. I answered it, and saw the most beautiful girl; long brown hair, green eyes, 5’6, probably 150 lbs. The first thing I noticed were her breasts. They were almost as big as mine.

I moved aside, and let her in. We went over the usual emergency rules, lists of contacts, etc .

Joseph came downstairs, and put in his two cents: NO BOYS!!

That was his only rule that wasn’t on the list. Janie was a lesbian, and her girlfriend lived 2 hours away. So it was never a concern before.

She agreed, and we left for our special night out. We of course worried the entire time we were gone, but Joseph also assured me we were only 15 minutes away should there be an emergency or concern.

The movie was great, and dinner was fabulous. Joseph was the driver tonight, so nothing stopped me from indulging in a few too many cocktails. It was getting around to be midnight, and we knew Julie needed to be in classes the next morning.

When we arrived, there was a bicycle in the driveway, which wasn’t Julie’s because she drove to our home. Strange, maybe Julie had a female study partner over? The lights were out in the children’s room upstairs. There was a lamp light easily seen from the outside porch, but we saw nobody inside.

Joseph kept having to shish me, I was super giggly and eager to get inside for midnight fun with the husband.

We entered our house, and called out Julie’s name. No answer. Joseph and I didn’t want to wake porno video the kids, so we stopped yelling and searched my she wasn’t in any obvious rooms. As we entered the hall to the den room, we heard soft chatter, and obvious moaning from a male. Joseph speed up his pace and walked in the room…turned on the light, and there was Julie, on her knees giving a guy her age a blow job.

Joseph was confused, and pissed!

“WHAT THE FUCK?” were the only words he could say at first.

I couldn’t help but notice the way she was blowing this guy. It was obvious she was new to oral sex..

I ignored my husband’s angry attitude, and with boozy brain, I said, “oh honey, you’re doing it all wrong!!, Move aside, let a pro show you!” and I almost fell I was so drunk, but I wanted to teach this girl the tricks.

Joseph couldn’t believe what he was seeing. We had threesome’s in the past, mostly MFF. Never messed with college kids.

I got on my knees in front of the guy, and made sure Julie was watching. I took his cock in my hand and started stroking first. Up and down, gripping it and relaxing my hand. His moans reminded me of when Joseph and I were in college. I guess there’s nothing like good blow job skills!

I paused stroking the guy so I can take off my stockings. I took one and tied his balls tight with the lower part of the stocking. I handed the other stocking to Julie, and told her to tie Joseph’s balls the same. She obeyed.

“Now, get on your knees in front of Joseph, and stroke his cock too. Rub the stocking against his cock, he likes that!” Again, she obeyed. I continued Stroking the guy, and I directed Julie to do as I do. And if she’s a good girl, she’ll please her men every time!

I stroked and put my wet mouth on the guys long, hard cock. It felt nice sucking different cocks sometimes. Joseph calls me his mouth slut, and I fucking love it!

Julie acted like we were playing Simon says…and she was winning. I showed her how to wet her middle finger and insert it into a man’s ass for their extra pleasure! When I did this to the college kid, Joseph looked like he was ready to explode, but he knew from experience, now is not the right time to cum.

“it’s called edging, sweetheart. You get a man to almost cum, then you ease off and stop.” xnxx I instructed Julie. She listened like a good slut.

I ended this learning session quicker than I wanted to because Julie had class in the morning.

I untied the guys balls, and he pulled up his shorts.

The guy loaded his bike into Julie’s truck, and they drove off.

Joseph was acting extra horny tonight, more than after any other sexual get together. I think it’s perhaps Julie was the youngest girl we’d been with, I didn’t mind, he knew I loved his rock hard cock, however it got hard! I get the benefits!! As soon as the front door closed, Joseph locked it, and almost ran to me. He still has his stocking wrapped in his balls, and the pressure was getting to him.

I took him in my mouth right there, and I could still see the shiny lip gloss from Julie’s lips. It had a light cherry scent. We fucked right there in the living room, on the couch…

“I’m going to cum so deep in you, baby,” he moaned…I know he always loves saving his cum and seed for me. And he came so good inside of me. Immediately after Cumming, Joseph kissed my mouth, saying he wanted to kiss me especially after my mouth pleased the college guy to an edge.

Then he went down to my pussy, and pleasured me too climax, so he could lick and swallow our combined juices…

5 minutes later, I get a text:

“MY BF AND I WANT TO KNOW WHEN I CAN GET A SECOND LESSON?”

I giggled, and hugged Joseph.

“SOON…VERY SOON” I replied.

The following Monday, as our kids were in school, Joseph, Julie, the college guy and I made arrangements for another lesson at our house.

I escorted the couple upstairs to our room. We had a special locked cabinet where we kept the alcohol, and the Toys, so I took Julie’s hand and asked her to chose one for pussy, and one for ass. She chose a larger black vibrator for here pussy, and a small, red plug for the ass. I never told her who’s ass.

I picked out a few toys also, lube and vodka. We took turns taking shots, and soon the laughs and curiosity struck…what would I teach them today? First, I quizzed her on her oral skills. I pulled out a cock-ring from the cabinet, and showed her how to slide it on the college guy. Joseph and I sat on the bed, half naked, watching xhamster as she grabbed his now very hard shaft. She put her mouth on the head, sucked it slow and good. She worked her mouth down the head, to the shaft, down to the balls..

“Perfect, Julie! Fucking perfect girl…ok, you’ve proved you’re a good mouth slut to men, how about pussy? Can you be his pussy slut, Julie?”

“yes ma’am”…

I undressed Julie, and finished undressing myself. Joseph was nude, and the college kid was still in his t-shirt, but nothing below.

I instructed Julie that to be a good pussy slut, it involves many positions, and right now I want her Doggy style. She got on all 4s, and I tapped her little ass, as I turned on the vibrator on and put it in her wet pussy.

I went slow at first, then I had a better idea! I asked Joseph to grab the scarves in the closet. We had a nice collection of long silky ones. When he returned, I told him to tie her tits as tight as he wanted, and I took out the nipple clips and placed them on her pretty nipples.

“Now you’re perfect” I told her.

Joseph was hard as a rock, so was college guy. I pulled the vibrator out of Julie’s cunt, and told Joseph to show them how a real man fucks pussy. Joseph was happy and so hard!!

I wanted more…I wanted to give Julie and her man the real adult version of fucking. I whispered in the college man’s ear, “lick his ass!!”…and he surely did! So wet and pointy his tongue was too!

“Take him!” I got excitement in my entire body when the college kid slowly and eagerly lubed his long cock and entered my man’s asshole, as Joseph was fucking Julie. I wanted Joseph to feel amazing!!

I then instructed Julie to get on her back, and to show me she can be a good cum slut! I laid next to her, and taught her with toys how to get her self to orgasm.

“it’s important you get yourself off, too” I told her.

I instructed Julie to spread her legs, and let her man fuck her. I told Joseph to fuck me first, to show the young couple how fucking is done right. Joseph fucked my pussy better than he ever had!

“when he needs to cum, Julie, let him cum in you! He will love it, so will you. Watch how Joseph cums in my pussy!”

And right then, both men came inside their women.

I told Julie to lick the cum dripping from my pussy, and like a good cum slut, she did.

Joseph found himself watching from the corner again, but as I look over, the college kid was sucking the cums off his cock.

It was a nice lesson in pleasure.

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Melinoe Ch. 16-20

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Chapter 16 – Trace

Everyone at the table was in shocked silence. Max was the first to process the data. “What do you mean missing?”

Zess, with her jaw set, abruptly stood. She moved out to the living room in a quick jog. “I am calling Nomissa, I need to get ssome proper fucking ansswerss.” Zess yelled, she was obviously upset.

Joon stood and went after her and almost everyone else followed her example. Agatha stayed so that she could clear the table, her two Hands being efficient and quiet. She looked across the table and sighed, “Well, at least they liked the pizza.”

0o0

The Ambassador slipped down into the pit and hurriedly sat at the com-table where she immediately tapped up a com request. A holo-screen coalesced and Zess immediately began, “Viss!” She hissed at a Dauzakai, “What the hell iss going on!”

The Intendant burst into tears, “I don’t know Ambassador Zess! I sswear! Miku wass on her way to the sshuttle…”

Zess demanded, “And?”

Viss was bawling, “A-a-and Miku never sshowed up at the dock!”

Zess glared, “Sso between your office and the dock sshe dissappeared?”

Intendant Viss nodded.

“When did thiss happen?” Zess looked furious.

Viss blinked, “Ssixty-three minutess ago…”

“Miku has been misssing for over an hour!… And NOW you whissper me!?” Zess barked.

Viss sobbed… “M-my ssecurity is invesstigating…We will find Miku… We have to…” Viss’s eyes looked pleading.

“Yess… WE will!” Zess nodded and, with hateful, narrowed eyes, she cut the connection. The dinner party slowly and quietly filtered down into the couch pit, the sisters looked dazed.

Zess’s sisters sat with her, but out of respect they didn’t say a word. Joon saw the look on Zess’s face and just sat next to Max.

A new Dauzakai hurriedly jogged in from the foyer.

“Nomissa!” Zess exclaimed.

The Caretaker glanced around, taking note who was there. Nomissa immediately knelt before Zess, “What hass happened, your Excellency?”

“I got a direct whissper messsage from Intendant Viss on Yelenth sstation, Miku went misssing over an hour ago!” The Ambassador’s voice cracked as her emotions were starting to fray.

Nomissa nodded, “Pleasse allow me to make ssome inquiriess, your Excellency?”

“Of course Nomissa! Pleasse, anything you can do!” Zess replied, her eyes welling.

The crew of the Deirdre and her sisters started comforting Zess as caretaker Nomissa lay next to the com-table and slipped into cyberspace

Samira got a good look at Nomissa, she was physically smaller than Zess or her sisters, however, the Caretaker obviously had even more cybernetics than the Ambassador…and some were obviously meant for martial applications.

Samira made careful note of the many possible cybernetic weapons systems on display and developed a preliminary assessment of her capabilities.

The emotions in the room were turbulent…

Agatha walked out to the doorway of the living room and gently pushed calm across the couches and Tizzi immediately began crooning softly, her triangular head locked on Agatha. Less stared at her Chazi companion and, following its gaze, she quickly got up and went to Agatha.

“Sshe’s never done that before, I didn’t even know Chazi could make noisse like that.”

Agatha smiled at Less, “That was my fault, I was trying to calm everyone a little.”

Tizzi crooned softer as Agatha held her two fingers in a “V” in greeting as was discussed over dinner and Agatha smiled as the Chazi gently ‘tasted’ her fingers with antennae. However, the Chazi didn’t settle down, but instead reached out with two, normally retracted, sharp spiky forelimbs.

“Tizzi, no…” Less’s voice sounded fearful.

Agatha calmly held out her arm for Tizzy, sending soft gentle greetings to the Chazi. Tizzi accepted the offer and carefully climbed along Agatha’s arm, softy vibrating her body as she did so.. “I don’t know why sshe is doing thiss!” Less exclaimed, “I am sso ssorry!”

Agatha shifted her cat-like eyes to Less, sending deliberate calm to the Dauzakai.

“Oh…” Less immediately relaxed, blinking in sudden realization, “…you’re not human.”

“No… I’m not.” Agatha winked at her, then smiled at the Chazi.

Less looked at Agatha in wonder, then looked at her own companion interacting with her. “The Chazi have their own wayss, I don’t alwayss undersstand why they do thingss.” Less commented softly.

Agatha reassured Less, “It is quite alright, Tizzi and I have been properly and fully introduced now.”

The Chazi crawled back over to Less’s shoulder and settled down immediately. While quite unique, the quiet exchange was missed by the rest of the living room as they were occupied comforting Zess and discussing Miku.

Zess and Joon were discussing the surprising lack of security surrounding Miku, as everything was monitored digitally. “I never thought ssomeone could ‘Go’ misssing, it’ss unthinkable.” Vess pouted.

Max and Joon exchanged glances, Max nodded to porna her. Joon nodded, she looked Zess in the eyes “We can be very capable in these matters and we are able and willing to help with anything you need. You understand our role, but that is on hold until we can deal with and move beyond this crisis. Our cards are on the table and we will hold nothing back if you choose to honor our request to be of assistance.”

Zess’s eyes widened, “Thank you, dear friendss.”

Astrid and Samira were talking with Vess and Ness about the standards of security surrounding the Ambassador.

“No one jusst disssappearss on Dau.” Vess commented.

Ness nodded, “We can be tracked from orbit.”

Zess heard that and turned around, “What did you ssay?”

Ness blinked at her sister, “I ssaid ‘We can be tracked from orbit’, we are all chipped.”

Zess gasped, and covered her mouth with a long fingered hand.

Max understood immediately… Miku had no cybernetics at all… Not a single chip.

Zess explained how even the small risk of cybernetic enhancement was unacceptable to the project. “It wass deemed too dangerouss to allow her any augmentation,” Zess cringed. Tears rolled down the Ambassadors snout, She leaned into her sisters arms.

At that moment, Nomissa sat up next to the couch, blinking rapidly as her data jacks began snaking back into her arm. Nomissa took a moment to reorient herself and Samira knelt down next to Nomissa, offering her a glass of water.

Nomissa nodded in thanks as she accepted the water, she also got a good look at the human cyborg. She noticed the very inhuman-like hooves and Slarmian-like arm arrangement. Nomissa drained the glass and cleared her throat. “Your Excellency, I have information…”

Zess was seated with her sisters next to the Caretaker.

“I’m afraid it’ss not very encouraging: there iss no ssign of Miku on Yelenth.” The Caretaker addressed the Ambassador softly but clearly. “Ssurveillance showss Miku moving in and around Intendant Viss’s officess sseveral timess, then she just vanisshed…”

Zess nodded, her face showing grave concern.

“We have a time sstamp on her last recorded vissual ssighting.” Concluded Nomissa.

Samira shared a pained look with Astrid. Joon noticed the exchange, “What is it?”

Zess looked at Joon, then looked at Samira with questions in her eyes.

“Visual media can be manipulated,” Samira commented, “When was the last time flesh and blood eyes saw Miku?”

Nomissa shook her head, “I don’t know.”

Zess clenched her jaw, then looked at the Caretaker. “Nomissa… On my authority, I charge you to open an invesstigation, immediately.”

The Caretaker bowed her head, “Yess, your Excellency.

The Ambassador turned to Joon, “I cannot be ssure of anything beyond Nomissa’s professionalissm, But I trusst your family.”

Joon looked at every one of her wives in turn, each nodded without a word. “We are at your service… Your Excellency.” Joon replied to Zess solemnly.

0o0

Joon and Agatha stayed with Zess and her sisters while Vika and Astrid returned to The Deirdre to use the advanced cyber hardware in the Dierdra, modifying programs in anticipation of a deep cyber dive: Astrid was intent on adapting her filtering programs to find digital manipulations in any security footage.

Nomissa departed with Max, Samira, and Agatha to Yelenth Station in the Ambassador’s shuttle craft.

The Dauzakai Ambassadorial shuttle was small but of exceptional design, just large enough to transport four with a little room for luggage. While the Ambassador’s Shuttle was docking Max leaned over to Agatha. “I want you to stick with Nomissa, guard her like you would Joon.” Max whispered quietly.

Agatha nodded and whispered, “Copy that, Captain.”

Agatha was in her iconic, deadly schoolgirl uniform. Her normally forgotten purse dangled at her hip, it’s strap across her chest, ready for quick deployment.

Nomissa wore a deep blue armored jacket. Upon its left breast was a beautifully embroidered bronze sigil stitched into the fabric signifying her station and commission.

The shuttle craft docked, Nomissa eyed the landing seeing there were seven Dauzakai security at the docks. Nomissa glanced at Max, “Officially, you are under my authority, pleasse don’t initiate any violence.”

Max nodded, “Of course… this is your investigation, we’re here to back you up. We will only return fire if fired upon, and even then we will inflict as few casualties as possible to ensure your safety.”

“Thank you, Dame Max.” Nomissa nodded then thumbed the airlock open.

As they gathered on the gantry, the Dauzakai on the docks came together and approached them.

“Caretaker Nomissa?” The lead Dauzakai asked.

Nomissa turned to the speaker, “I am.”

“I am Caretaker Duri, Intendant Viss’s ssecurity advissor.” The leading Dauzakai nodded.

Nomissa drew closer as she nodded in respect, “We met briefly in cyber.”

They bumped fists in greeting.

“By directive of Ambassador altyazılı porn Zess, I have been given authority to invesstigate, your asssistance would be appreciated, but it issn’t neccisssary.” Nomissa announced softly.

Caretaker Duri bowed, “You will have the full cooperation of the Intendant’ss office. We have been advised of your authority in this matter and any assistance you require from my department will be met.” Caretaker Duri leaned closer, “Privately, Intendant Viss is beside herself with worry and embarrassment. If this investigation could be kept need to know it would be much appreciated.”

Nomissa nodded and whispered, “We would also prefer this situation stay contained.”

Duri smiled her appreciation and eyed the Terrans, “I wassn’t aware the Ambasssador had humanss on her ssecurity detail.”

“Their participation is officially ssanctioned as impartial investigatorss. They are to be resspected and trussted as if they sspeak for me.” Nomissa replied and she started walking through the small group, Agatha stayed with her. Her role immediately made clear to all who were present.

Max and Samira exchanged looks, then followed behind Nomissa. Several Dauzakai gawked openly at Samira as they traveled through the station. She didn’t mind as her exotic limbs and elegant ecru blouse and skirt made her feel confident and she moved with the grace of an experienced hunter.

Agatha noticed Caretaker Duri’s group walking closely with them but she felt their emotions were those of attendant security and not hostile. Nomissa glanced at Agatha and, seeing her evaluating the detail, said, “There won’t be any political pussh-back from your pressence here.”

“This is good, yes?” Agatha asked softly.

The Dauzakai Ambassador’s security advisor peered into Agatha’s eyes. Nomissa nodded her head, “Thiss iss ssetting precidence… I ssee it as a possitive.”

Agatha smiled at the compliment and bowed slightly. They arrived at the security offices for Intendant Viss and Duri’s group went in various directions, resuming their normal duties.

Duri nodded to Nomissa, “I have already shown you the ssurveillance, what else can I do to assist in your invesstigation, Caretaker Nomissa?”

Nomissa glanced at Samira, “My associate, Ssam and I will need comss with full accesss.”

Duri immediately led them to her own office, “Thiss com-dessk hass full holo and cyber access.”

Nomissa locked eyes with Duri, “Thank you, your professionalissm and asssisstance will be well remembered in my report.

Duri bowed with respect, “Anything I can do, Caretaker.”

Max watched Duri leave her own office and close the door. Nomissa faced Max and Agatha, “Pleasse keep uss ssafe, while we work.”

Samira, lifted the hem of her fashionable ecru skirt with one of her left hands. Her thigh plate cycled open softly. With her other left hand she pulled a Kaimau Hurricane, handing it butt first to Max. Max smiled, accepting the heavy pistol. The exchange was not missed by Nomissa, she nodded in approval.

Nomissa and Samira sat on either side of the com desk, their data jacks snaking out as Samira winked at Max, “Showtime.”

Max quietly said, “Protocol Level One-Alpha.”

Samiria nodded acknowledgement as they immediately fell unconscious, the sign of a full dive into cyberspace.

Max peered at Agatha, “Can you join them?”

“Yes, Captain… I already have.” Agatha smiled softly.

0o0

Sami-Faun coalesced in front of what looked like a fountain. There was an interesting digital effervescence, bits of data frozen in mid-fall in and around the construct.

Nomissa’s Avatar coalesced next to Sami-Faun. The tall golden Dauzakai surveyed her surroundings before stepping up to the fountain where Nomissa’s Avatar laid both hands on the edge. The fountain flowed, hundreds of small frames of surveillance rolled by.

“I fear thiss iss going to take hourss.” Nomissa stated.

Sami-Faun looked at the rest of the surroundings. The fountain was at the center of a beautifully ornate and manicured garden. Tall hedgerows lined the area, Sami-Faun looked up and saw layers of duplicate gardens stretched out above her.

Samira’s current perception couldn’t quite penetrate far enough to see an end to them. “What are we looking for?” Samira asked, as Sami-Faun completed the turn.

Sami-Faun faced Nomissa’s Avatar.

Nomissa responded, “I’m collecting ssome of the imagess we have here to be analyzed further.”

Samira thought about that, “What about collecting all of them?”

Nomissa’s Avatar shook its head negative, “We don’t have the bandwidth, it’ss far too much data.”

“Well, If you can keep a secret… I think I know someone who can help.” Samira responded.

The Caretaker’s Avatar nodded, “Her Excellency trusstss you, then sso do I.”

“Agatha?” Samira asked.

*Yes, Samira?*

“Do you have some bandwidth to spare?” Samira knew the answer.

A dozen ethereal felines shimmered into existence türk porno and jumped up onto the rim of the fountain.

Samira swayed mentally at the wave crashing through her.

“Remarkable.” Nomissa reacted, awe tinged her voice, “When I saw Agatha’ss eyess, I had my ssusspicionss.”

Samira felt a swell of power through Sami-Faun…

“Where do we want this data?” Samira asked.

Nomissa responded, “Your engineer ssaid sshe would have a filter casscade for it.”

Sami-Faun nodded, “To Astrid then…”

Samira sent the huge data stream to her platinum-blonde wife on the Deirdre.

*Samira?*

“Yes, Ag’s?” Samira responded.

*I would like to suggest we upload all the surveillance of the station for the timeframe in question.*

“I am not ssure I can get authorization for that.” Nomissa stated.

*I don’t believe that will be an issue… Caretaker.*

Nomissa’s Avatar turned its golden head and looked at Sami-Faun.

Sami-Faun shrugged, Samira responded, “Agatha is very talented.”

Caretaker Nomissa quietly said, “Mythically sso.”

More shimmers appeared and an additional dozen ghostly cats started running full tilt all over the multiple garden nodes of Yelenth station.

Samira felt another powerful increase as additional streams of data flowed through Sami-Faun.

The pinprick tingles from the power coursing through her neural network was nice. It felt different than anything she had ever experienced. It was stimulating, intoxicating even.

Nomissa had stopped parsing the small screens, her golden avatar turned to observe Sami-Faun. The Maliri User Construct Samira called Sami-Faun was covered in a nimbus of opalescent energy.

Nomissa would only ever report this to the Ambassador; she was witnessing events she could not explain or even fully define…things that should not be able to happen.

0o0

Astrid had converted a copy of the four layered HD filtering program she had written into something very different.

Instead of blending and softening, it was now used to enhance and refine.

Agatha had helped her convert the program and gave her a warning when the massive download hit the Deirdre.

“Holy shit!” Astrid muttered, watching the sheer volume come in. Astrid, again with Agatha’s help, started sifting through the various streams.

“I think this is going to end up being mostly you.” Astrid said after finishing her first stream while Agatha was sifting through her ninth.

“What we have here is a giant loaf of bread, and we are slicing it up a little at a time looking for raisins.” Astrid explained.

Agatha giggled, “Should I bake you some cinnamon raisin bread?”

Astrid beamed a smile, “That does sound pretty good.”

“Ah!” Agatha blinked, she turned to Astrid, “I think I found a raisin!”

0o0

Max listened to Agatha explaining the “Raisin Bread” analogy Astrid had coined.

“So you found a raisin?” Max smiled crookedly.

Agatha beamed, “I sure did, stray pixels left from ‘Quick and Dirty’ manipulated digital media.”

Max smirked, “I’m going to guess Astrid called it that?

“Yes… She said ‘Most people do everything that way.'” Agatha responded.

Max agreed, “Astrid is a perfectionist, and I couldn’t be happier.”

Agatha giggled, “A good quality for an engineer.”

Max nodded, “So… now you’re looking to find another raisin?”

Max glanced over at the two unconscious members of the team.

“Not looking for… found!” Agatha smiled again.

0o0

Samira and Nomissa were also getting an explanation of “Raisin hunting.”

Samira laughed, “Sounds like Tracing to me, well done!”

Nomissa asked if Cinnamon Raisin Bread was sweet or savory.

“Sweet, definitely sweet.” Samira responded.

“I would like to try it, if there iss going to be ssome made.” Nomissa requested.

Agatha giggled, *I will definitely make some.*

The giggle from Agatha was haunting.

Sami-Faun looked at the ghostly felines… they shimmered in opalescence.

0o0

Astrid’s eyes grew large… her fingers were a blur. “Oh, yea!” Astrid said excitedly, “I am following a faint trail of pixels, they are leading to the ‘other’ docks.”

Agatha nodded, “According to Nomissa, those are the trade docks.”

“Okay, looking up ship’s in and out of the trade docks during the time frame.” Astrid blinked.

“None?” Astrid’s lips thinned… “Fuckmuffins”

Agatha narrowed her eyes looking at the data.

“Expand your search to ‘Freight’ or ‘Transport’ Drones.” Suggested Agatha.

Astrid updated her search.

“Three possibles…” Astrid nodded, “All of them went down to the surface of Dau.”

“Freight Droness?” Nomissa said with shock, “Ssequestering a ssubdued Miku into a sshipping crate? What a callouss act!”

Samira agreed, “At least we know she is still alive.”

“How are you sso ssure?” Nomissa asked.

“If they just wanted her dead, they would have left a corpse.” Samira postulated further, “This was a complicated operation, if it wasn’t so rushed we wouldn’t have found any trace.”

“Can we tap into shipping data?” Samira asked.

Nomissa responded, “I will assk for accesss…”

*Done…*  Agatha interrupted her, *I do not believe we have the luxury of time.*

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I’m Simon. I’m thirty-six years old. I’m not in great shape but I’m no slob either. Jennifer and I have been married for a little over ten years. She’s very tall and slim with tiny, pert breasts that don’t sag at all even though she’s now thirty-seven years old. She has shoulder-length blond hair, fairly wide shoulders with a narrow waist and slender hips. She has a high, tight butt and her legs are incredibly long. They appear to make up more than half of her six-foot stature. If she puts on the lowest heels she owns she is just as tall as me.

I’m an average guy with a middle-management job that pays pretty well; while Jennifer is a brilliant accountant whose job pays even better than mine. Our relationship has always been very solidly based on a deep, abiding love and mutual respect. We’ve always lived within our means and have rarely argued about anything and never about money. Jennifer is so skillful with money management that, even though we’re not wealthy, we own our home, three cars and a boat.

Our house is a nineteenth century farmhouse. It isn’t big or fancy but it’s comfortable and homey. My wife loves to spend her free time cooking and quilting while I tend to spend my time with my own hobbies. We both have always enjoyed the company of good friends and have often hosted friends for the weekend.

Over the years Jennifer and I have helped several friends who found themselves in need. We took them into our home and let them stay in our guest room without ever charging rent. It was never our plan, it just sort of happened that way. Early on, we took in one of Jennifer’s best friends who needed a place to stay while working toward her master’s degree. Candy lived in our spare room for a little over a year in order to establish in-state residency, save money and be close to school.

Candy was the thirty-year-old daughter of Chinese immigrants but she was very “American.” She’d been born and raised in the U.S. and even had a little bit of a southern accent. Candy always dressed very conservatively for school but was in the habit of wearing considerably less when at home. She worked out every day, either at home or at the gym, and wore skimpy little spandex outfits for the occasion. She had long, luxuriously thick black hair that hung well past her waist. She had wide shoulders and lovely womanly hips with a thick waist. She wasn’t fat, just sort of thick.

Living together, there were the inevitable awkward moments since there’s only one bathroom in the house. I’m sure she caught a glimpse of me in the shower or changing after work and I certainly got an eyeful of her a few times.

She’d been living with us for about a month when I came home early on a Friday afternoon to find her dancing around, completely nude, in the kitchen. She had a pair of earphones in and was blending her smoothie while she un-self-consciously gyrated her hips to a tune that I couldn’t hear. I stood mesmerized by the spectacle until she spun around and noticed me staring.

Candy froze for a long moment before blushing and yanking her earphones out. She made a half-hearted attempt to cover herself with her hands. With an arm across her breasts and one hand in her crotch she only succeeded in looking even sexier than before. Her small nipples were set in the middle of large, dark areolas at the tip of relatively small breasts that sagged only slightly. She sported a thick tuft of jet-black, very straight pubic hair that did little to conceal her dark outer labia.

I couldn’t help laughing and said, “Sorry! I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at the situation. I must say, you’re a very good dancer.”

Candy continued to blush but laughed too. “Sorry. I didn’t think you’d be home for at least a couple of hours. Let me go put something on.”

She headed toward the stairway behind me. I stepped aside and she casually brushed up against me as she passed. “I’ll be back when I’m decent.”

I felt myself blushing now, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look more decent.”

“Very funny.” She giggled as she ascended the stairs. “Keep your eyes in your head or I’ll tell Jenny.”

I tried to keep my eyes in my head but everything jiggled rather nicely as she bounded up the staircase.

“I’m pretty sure Jenny would agree with me!” I called out after her as she reached the top of the stairs and the door to her room.

Candy came back downstairs after less than five minutes. She was still barefoot but was now wearing an oversized cotton t-shirt that advertised the Hard Rock Café in Hong Kong. The t-shirt came down to about mid-thigh on her.

“No pants?”

She raised the hem of her shirt to show her shiny blue, skin tight, lycra running shorts and smirked, “You wish.”

“A guy can hope, right?” I grinned and set about pouring myself a beer while she drank her smoothie through a straw.

“Seriously, I’m sorry to barge in on you. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“It’s OK, I guess. I’m not easily embarrassed and, besides, it’s your house.”

“You should porno izle feel at home here too. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s OK. It’s bound to happen occasionally. I just don’t want to upset Jenny. She’s my best friend and I don’t want her to think I’m coming on to you. I’m not, you know. You’re like a brother to me.”

“Yeah? How do you feel about incest?”

Oh my God! You’re such a pervert!”

“I am not! I’m…”

“A pervert!”

“Ok, guilty. But you started it!”

“Yeah. Sorry about that.” She smiled at me over the rim of her glass as she drank down the last of her smoothie.

I pulled my tie loose and said, “I’m going to go get out of this monkey suit.”

“I should barge in on you. It’d serve you right!”

I was halfway up the staircase, “Anytime, Candy! I’d be happy to give you a show anytime you want!”

“Oh, for God’s sake! Pervert!”

I was still chuckling as I closed the door to my bedroom and stripped out of my jacket and slacks. I had quite a hardon and the front of my jockeys was soaked with my precum. I decided that I was going to have to jerk off before going back downstairs or I wasn’t going to fit into my shorts properly.

I pulled my button-down shirt off, stood naked in front of the full-length mirror and assessed myself as I tugged on my cock a bit. I wasn’t in great shape but I wasn’t too bad for a guy who was approaching forty; I guess you could say I had a “dad bod.” I was mostly bald with a well-groomed mustache and stylish glasses. My circumcised cock was average length and fairly thick with a large head. My rather muscular legs were probably my best feature. I had nothing to be ashamed of.

I stopped playing with myself when I heard Jennifer come in the front door and greet Candy before heading up the staircase. She entered the bedroom as I was pulling a clean t-shirt over my head.

“Hi Honey! How was your day?”

“Same old… Oh my. What’s gotten into you?”

“Huh?”

She was staring at my erection, “You look like you’ve had an exciting day.”

“Ha! No. I had a really boring day until I got home early and walked in on Candy dancing around naked in the kitchen.”

Jennifer closed the distance between us and kissed me deeply while grabbing my cock and balls with both hands.

“Oh. Poor baby. She teased you and left you like this? She didn’t even offer to blow you?”

“She’s a selfish bitch,” I said with an exaggerated pout.

“Well, I’ll have to speak to her about that. Do you want me to take care of this in the meantime?” She squeezed my cock hard and gave it a little tug.

“Yes, please.”

Jennifer knelt on the carpet and unceremoniously engulfed my cock in her mouth and began to suck me off. She moaned on my cock as she gently fondled my balls. She began to guide me in and out of her mouth by manipulating my balls; tugging, pulling, pushing and massaging them as she went.

I didn’t last long. I erupted without warning and filled her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out a little as she tried valiantly to keep up with my orgasm and swallow my load. When she’d swallowed everything, she continued to lick and suck in order to clean up every last drop before taking me out of her mouth.

“Is that better?” She stood and lightly tugged on my softening cock.

“Oh, yeah! Thanks Honey. I needed that more than you know!”

“I could see that. You were pretty worked up. You were about to jerk off when I got home, weren’t you?”

“Yeah. I was going to have to in order to get dressed.”

“Well, I’m glad I could help.” She smiled and kissed me, shoving her tongue into my mouth. She tasted of me a bit but that’s never bothered me. If she was brave enough to blow me and swallow my cum then I was going to be brave enough to make out with her afterwards.

“Did you really walk in on Candy?”

“Yeah.”

“She was completely naked?”

“Yep. She was dancing around with a pair of headphones in.”

Jennifer started to strip out of the skirt and blouse she’d worn to work, “What’d she do?”

I was pulling on running shorts over a clean pair of jockeys. “She didn’t notice me at first and I probably should’ve turned around but I just couldn’t. I stood there and watched. It seemed like quite a while but it was probably only about two minutes before she noticed me. She just tried to cover herself with her hands and blushed.”

Jennifer smiled at that. “Yeah. She’s not particularly shy, is she? She doesn’t need to be. She’s got a great body and she knows it. What’d she say about getting caught naked?”

I laughed at the memory of it. “She apologized and then excused herself to put on a t-shirt and some workout shorts. She didn’t seem terribly bothered and made it very clear that she would never come on to her best friend’s husband. She said that she thought of me as her brother.”

“She’s my best friend but I wonder if she’s considering incest. I happen to know for a fact that she broke up with Clyde two weeks ago and that she’s been desperate for some dick.”

I anne porno laughed out loud. “I suggested incest to her and she called me a pervert.”

Jennifer patted my butt and gave it a squeeze. “She’s not wrong. That’s one of your most endearing qualities.”

Jennifer pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of running shorts. I didn’t say anything about it but I couldn’t help notice that she’d neglected to add panties to her outfit.

We headed back downstairs together and into the kitchen. Candy was seated at the table watching the T.V. that sat atop the refrigerator.

“Simon tells me that you were teasing him and then refused to give him a blowjob. I had to blow the poor guy so that he would fit into his underwear again.”

Candy immediately stiffened and said, “I didn’t! I didn’t even know he was home! I’m sorry. I…”

Jennifer and I were both laughing by now and Candy stopped apologizing. “You’re pulling my leg, aren’t you?”

“Sure Candy. I’m not upset. It’s going to happen if we’re all going to live here together. Don’t worry about it. Simon obviously enjoyed the experience. You should’ve seen how hard he was.”

“Oh fuck.” Candy almost groaned.

“Sorry. You haven’t had a good dicking in a while, have you? You should get naked more often. I’m sure Simon wouldn’t mind letting you play with his.”

I was a little surprised but not terribly shocked by this. Jennifer was always pretty blunt. She had teased me when Candy first moved in by suggesting that having two hot pussies in the same house might be fun for both of us. I thought it was just teasing but now it appeared that she may have been at least partly serious.

“Oh my God! You’re both perverts!”

“Yeah.” Jennifer said, “Isn’t it great?”

Candy laughed, shook her head a little and mumbled, “Don’t tempt me.” She opened a bottle of wine and filled three glasses while Jennifer set about making dinner.

We opened a second bottle of wine and shared it along with a delicious meal that Jennifer had prepared. We laughed and told stories about the day’s events and finally opened yet another bottle as the evening grew late.

I excused myself to use the bathroom and headed upstairs. As I was coming back down, I heard the girls laugh and stopped at the bottom of the staircase when I heard Jennifer say, “It’s OK with me if you want to. I’m sure he’d be willing.”

“He was really hard, huh?”

“Yeah, and he came like a damned volcano.”

I purposely scuffed my foot on the bottom stair to let them know I was returning to the kitchen and the girls went quiet.

We sat up and watched Candy’s favourite detective show with her before we all retired for the night. Jennifer and I both gave Candy a hug before retreating to our rooms.

Jennifer and I closed our bedroom door and stripped off our shirts and shorts. “What was that crap about letting Candy play with my dick?”

“Oh c’mon. Don’t pretend that you don’t want her to.”

“I didn’t say I don’t want to but…”

“It’s not cheating if I give you permission. Right?”

“Really? Are you giving me permission?”

“Yeah. I guess so.”

“Really? You think she wants to?”

“You know how girls talk, right? Well, she told me that she’s so horny since breaking up with Clyde that she’s about to burst. She’s probably fingering herself to a third orgasm right about now.”

“So, what have you told her?”

“I told her you’ve got a great dick and that you know how to eat pussy better than any man alive.”

“Do all girls talk like that?”

“Of course we do! Don’t try to convince me that you haven’t told all your buddies about how good I suck dick and how I swallow every drop.”

“Not all my buddies. Only most of them.”

“I know you look at her. I know she turns you on.”

“OK. That’s all true but…”

“I also know you’re crazy in love with me so there’s no way you could fall for her. So, why not; it might be fun for all of us if it’s only sex.”

“Are you saying that you’d make it with her too?”

“I couldn’t make it a lifestyle; I love your dick too much for that, but I think it might be fun to try.”

“What do you think she’d say? How would she react?”

“Well, she seemed relieved when I told her.”

“What? You already discussed this with her?”

“A little bit. I told her that it’d be OK with me if she wanted to scratch her itch with your dick.”

“What’d she say to that?”

“She said thanks.”

“I’m just a piece of meat to you two, aren’t I?”

“Uh huh. Now give me that meat, mister!”

Jennifer crawled onto the bed and, remaining on all fours, pulled a pillow under her shoulders and raised her ass high, wriggling it at me.

I was already hard as a diamond cutter and oozing copious amounts of precum. I knelt behind her and, holding myself in my fist, rubbed the head of my cock from her asshole to her clitoris.

“Where do you want me, Baby?”

“Ooh. Keep doing that for a little while and then just pick a hole and shove yourself türkçe dublaj porno inside me.”

I continued to rub my cock over her backside and her pussy, paying special attention to her clitoris. She writhed and moaned while she pressed back against me.

When she started to cum I shoved my cock all the way into her pussy while pulling her hips back toward me. I was pressed tightly against her rump while my cock was buried deep inside her. She groaned and rocked her hips a bit. I felt the walls of her cunt massaging me as she continued to cum for a full two minutes.

When she finished cumming I began to fuck her like a jackhammer. She yelped and shoved back into me matching the rhythm of my thrusts. I guess the wine was having an effect because after almost five minutes I still hadn’t cum.

Jennifer suddenly moved forward and my dick slid free of her. “Lie down,” she commanded.

I lay on my back and Jennifer straddled me, pressing my cock flat against my belly. She began rubbing her sopping wet pussy along the length of my cock and got herself off again very quickly.

Without stopping she guided me into her and sat astride my hips. She planted her hands in my chest and began to move. She wasn’t lifting up and down; she was just rocking back and forth, rubbing herself hard against me with my cock buried as deeply inside her as it had ever been.

Wine or no wine I started cumming after only a couple of minutes of this. My cock jumped and spasmed several times in quick succession as I emptied myself deep inside her.

She sat atop me with a very satisfied grin. “Mmmmmm. I can feel you cumming inside me.”

I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe.

When I finally relaxed, Jennifer raised up just enough to allow my softening cock to fall out of her pussy. She slid up my torso and presented me with her cunt.

“Make me cum again, Baby. Eat my pussy until I cum again.”

I didn’t hesitate. I sucked her clit into my mouth like a tiny dick while flicking it with the tip of my tongue. She started cumming almost immediately and was oozing a mixture of both of us onto my chin. I reached inside her with my tongue and cleaned her up while still applying sporadic licks to her clitoris.

When she stopped cumming she slid back down my torso, licking me clean all the way from my face down to my cock before rolling off me. “I love you,” I said.

“I love you too, Honey.”

I fell asleep flat on my back while she lay pressed against me with one arm and one leg draped across me.

* * *

The weather service said that Saturday temperatures would be in the mid-nineties. Candy spent the morning in the garden while Jennifer spent her morning in the kitchen, cooking and preparing meals that would feed us for most of the upcoming week. I grabbed some tools and was doing some badly needed repairs to the railing around the back deck. I could see Candy from the deck and was enjoying the view as she alternately bent down, squatted and stretched while working in the flower beds.

Candy stood up from the garden at one point to wipe the sweat from her face with a bandana that had been tucked into the waistband of her lycra shorts. She turned toward me and caught me staring.

“Pervert.”

“Cock Tease.”

We both grinned and returned to our projects.

As the sun got higher in the sky it started to get hot. I eventually pulled my t-shirt off and wiped my sweaty face and chest with it before draping it over the railing.

I looked up to see Candy staring this time.

“Now who’s the tease?”

I picked up a bottled water and dribbled it over my head and down my chest while doing a sexy little dance for her.

Candy laughed and returned to her gardening.

By 11:00AM it was already too hot to continue working in the sun. I put a final nail into the railing, grabbed a bottle of water and stood to drink it down.

Candy came up behind me and put her hand on my shoulder. “Got any more of those?”

“Cooler,” I said, while pointing at the little ice-chest on the deck.

Kelley grabbed a bottled water from the ice and raised it to her forehead before quickly drinking it down; spilling some of it down her front. Her nipples instantly grew hard and poked at the wet fabric of her cotton t-shirt. It was clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra today.

“It’s not fair. I wish I could take my shirt off in this heat.”

“Go ahead, it’s not gonna bother me.”

Candy chuckled and shook her head. “I might if there was more privacy.”

I looked around the big back yard. There was a high privacy fence that concealed it from the street but the other three sides of the yard were surrounded by chain-link so that our neighbours could easily see into the yard.

“Well, I guess that’ll have to be my next project.”

“Don’t do that. I was only kidding. I’m not going to take my shirt off.”

“That’s too bad.” I shook my head and went inside with Candy on my heels.

As I said, it was a nineteenth century farmhouse; there was no central air-conditioning. We had window units but it was only slightly cooler in the kitchen than it had been outdoors. Jennifer was sweating through her t-shirt. She had her hair pulled up into a tight bun and was wiping her brow with a small towel as Candy and I walked in.

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“He’s stupid enough, that I couldn’t order him to take a shit without first gluing his hand to his ass so he’d know where it was!”

“That is NOT a valid response, and I CANNOT put that on the form!”

Elunara looked up from her board. “What are you two on about now?”

“I’m TRYING to get Grogek to answer me about these stupid evaluations!” Jordan tossed down his clipboard. “You leave ME in charge for a week, don’t give me the benefit of consulting with my own WIFE, and I have NO idea about your stupid trainees, so I couldn’t efficiently do my job! Then this morning I get dumped on AGAIN!”

“Grogek…” Elunara warned. “You have to do these things. We’re not on Draenor anymore.”

He flopped down in a chair. “These things are stupid.”

“They’re helpful. Especially in situations like the one you left me in.” Jordan crossed his arms.

Elunara crossed her arms. “Let’s see… Susan is out of the sex bracket for a week, suppose I join her until you finish your stupid forms.”

“You wouldn’t…”

She lifted a brow. “Is that a challenge?”

Grogek growled. “Fine. Ask your stupid questions.”

The next day, Elunara stretched out and got comfortable with her board. “This is one of my favorite spots to hang out. When I don’t have appointments or whatever, I sit up here and draw and watch the men.”

“It seems peaceful.”

“It really is.” Elunara pat Tina on the head. “And you can sit and watch your daddy. He comes over here often.”

“Okay.”

Elunara’s ears twitched.

“Geez, I can’t imagine having such a complete and utter bitch like Elunara for a wife.” A soldier snorted.

“I know, right? Did you see her yesterday?”

“Tch yeah. If she was MY wife, I’d beat her ass and put her in her fucking place.”

Elunara snapped her board closed, and dropped off of the platform. Soldiers scrambled out of the way as she marched across the training yard.

“Speaking of…” The second soldier blinked

“Huh?”

The first soldier barely got turned around before Elunara grabbed him around the neck and lifted him several feet off the ground. He wiggled his feet, and yanked at her hand. She bared her teeth at him, before flinging him backwards. As he hit the ground, he skidded several feet and stopped at the other end of the ring. Holding out her hand, someone tossed her staff into her grip.

“You want to beat MY ASS? DO YOU? Draw your weapon, you miserable little fucker, and I’ll show you what a REAL BITCH looks like!”

He coughed and tried to stand up, swaying. “You! Caught me off guard!” He coughed.

Marching over, she grabbed a handful of hair and yanked him to standing. Shoving her hand to his throat she gave him a shot of healing energy. “There, now you’re normal. FIGHT ME.” She yanked him back.

“You stupid bitch!” He yanked out his sword.

“What’s going on?”

Susan looked up and jolted back. “King Wrynn! Um, I have no idea, actually. She was sitting here drawing, having a nice conversation, when she just stands up and goes for this guy.”

“Hm. He probably deserves it…”

The soldier swung his sword, but she blocked it with her elbow. “You call that an attack?” She whacked him in the face with her staff, before punching him in the gut. When he doubled over, she slammed the heel of her foot into the back of his head. “You want to sit over there, and insult me, insult my husband, and then claim if I was YOUR wife, you’d “beat my ass”?” She continued her assault, even as he scrambled to get up. “You’re a pathetic little worm. I bet you’re one of those little fucking bullies who only picks on the WEAKER, because you can’t fucking DEFEND yourself in a real fight.” She yanked him up by the throat again. “Well, guess WHAT you little pissant… I’m watching you. If you toe out of line ONCE, I will drag your ass out here and continue to beat the SHIT out of you, until you get the fucking POINT!” She flung him out, not caring where he landed.

She tossed her staff back on the rack and climbed back up to the platform.

“Had something to prove?” Varian cocked an eyebrow.

“Useless little asshole.” She snorted.

“What was that really about?”

“Yesterday. Grogek lost his temper, and I jumped in and dealt with it. That little puke was over there bragging about how he wouldn’t put up with my behavior; he’d have beaten my ass for stepping in.”

Varian chuckled. “He doesn’t know either of you very well, does he?”

“Apparently not. Given the fact his words and attitude are abusive; I’m putting the little shit on watch.” She popped open her board and got comfortable.

“That would be advisable.” He fidgeted. “Well, keep up the good work.”

“Oh, stop.” Elunara laughed. “Susan knows. Hell, there are few people in this city that don’t know.”

He sighed. “Well, I do try to maintain some decorum.”

She snorted. “Only when I’m out of range, or aren’t looking at you.”

He grinned. “You caught me.”

“Oh, I’ll catch you plenty… say… next week? I’m going to busy for this porno video one, but then we’ll have some real fun.” She winked at him.

Kneeling down, he brushed his fingers across her cheek. “It’s a date.” Quickly, he stood and left.

“Oh, wow…”

“You know, you say that an awful lot.” Elunara winked.

“I think I’m going to pick up your books tonight. I’m not a very fast reader…”

“Don’t worry, most of it is pictures. I do recommend you not read them where Tina can look over your shoulder, if you know what I mean.”

Susan blushed. “Alright.”

“Wait, can you read elvish?”

“No. No, I cannot.”

“Shoot, I might have to read some of it to you. Well, I included common translation, but there might be a phrase here or there you’ll want clarified. Just ask me.”

“You’re really scary.”

Elunara blinked down at Tina. “I tend to be, when I’m angry.”

“I don’t want you angry.” Tina shook her head and stared back at the training yard.

Susan and Elunara shared a grin.

“YOU DID WHAT?”

They jolted and looked back at the woman screeching at them.

“Um, hello, Misty.” Susan blushed. “How have you been?”

“First you move IN with the FREAKS, and now THIS? Do you have ANY idea how HUMILIATING this is??”

“I’m starting to.” Susan sighed, her face flame red.

“You can’t possibly tell me you get anything out of this atrocity!”

“I love him.” Susan frowned. “I love him.” She said, louder this time. “He loves me. Heck,” Susan gestured to Elunara. “SHE loves me. Between the two of them, they have done more for me in the last couple of months; forget that, the last WEEK, than YOU have done MY WHOLE LIFE!” Susan stood up and put her hands on her hips. “Where were you when daddy died? Where were you when Isaac died? Where were you when I was trapped taking care of a land I didn’t freaking understand? Hell, where were you when my baby was born? You didn’t even bother to TRY to come back for THAT!”

“The hell are you talking about? I got you here, I TRIED to HELP you, but you just shoved MY help away!” Misty tossed her hands up.

“YOUR HELP?” Susan threw her hands in the air. “YOUR help was to try to make me buy new dresses, and tell me it was a GOOD thing that my HUSBAND DIED, so you could REMAKE me into your stupid little PUPPET!” She yanked at her hair. “Your worthless ADVICE was to find me a rich husband and become a well kept PET!” Susan growled in frustration.

“At least you wouldn’t be LOWERING yourself to these nasty little freaks! You’re shaming the entire family with this pathetic FARCE! It’s that stupid, slutty night elf and her whorish ways corrupt–” Misty blinked and held her cheek.

By this point, everyone had stopped to watch the exchange with some interest.

“HOW DARE YOU?!” Susan’s hand was still in the air. “I will NOT sit by while you insult MY FAMILY! Yeah, you HEARD ME! MY FAMILY!” She shrieked. “Now I FINALLY understand the TRUTH! Family is NOT what you are BORN with; it’s what you MAKE of it! You stopped being my sister the moment you chose to leave in favor of an ideal, rather than trying to stay behind to make it work! You stop being my sister, the moment you thought it was GOOD daddy died; it was GOOD my husband died. You are NOT my SISTER!” She pointed back at Elunara. “THAT IS MY SISTER!

“You’re out of your mind!! I can’t believe you think this filthy Night Elf and her bastard Orc are FAMILY! You don’t know the meaning of the word!”

“No!” Susan shoved Misty. “YOU DON’T! And I will not stand here and let you insult them!”

“All around me! All around me, the world has gone COMPLETELY MAD! Even my own damned daughter is parading around in a dress made by that bitch’s so called “wife” and I’m fucking SICK of it all!” Misty threw her hands in the air. “Not one person in this whole fucking city can see that… that… SUCCUBUS and how she mind controls the LOT of you!

“Oh, stop being a jealous ninny.” Susan snorted. “Just because you can’t get what you want, it’s our problem.” Crossing her arms, she shook her head. “No, you can’t do one nice thing for a total stranger for no reason. If you can’t get something out of it immediately, you don’t even TRY. You’ve always been like that, and you will NEVER change. That’s what you don’t get about her, that’s what you will never see, her compassion for everyone. You want to know the SECRET behind why we so “blindly” follow her? She didn’t use any magic spell, she didn’t cast a magical shroud… she was NICE. Something you can’t grasp the concept of. I’m done with it.” She held her hands up and shook her head. “Leave my sight, Misty. I disown you.” Flopping back down, she resumed her comfortable seat.

“I…”

The crowd began to clap and cheer.

Susan jolted. “I forgot we were in public.” She whispered, as she turned bright red.

Grogek scooped Susan up, hugging her tightly.

“YOU CAN’T DISOWN ME! I DISOWN YOU!” Misty pointed at them. “YOU’RE ALL CRAZY!” She shrieked, before running off.

Susan watched milf porno her go. “She’ll never get it.” She sighed, as she rubbed her cheek on Grogek’s chest.

“No, but you do, and that’s all that matters.” He laid his chin on her head.

Elunara grinned. “I’m impressed. Our little mouse has a spine after all.”

Susan buried her face into Grogek’s chest. “I guess I do.”

¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬Back at home, Elunara gathered her things. “Can you watch Lulu? I have a couple of deliveries and a consult.”

“Yes, of course.”

Elunara snagged her packages, and waved as she left.

Blinking at the knocking, Susan opened the door. “Oh! Toppa…”

“May I come in?”

“Yes, please.”

Toppa sighed. “Please forgive me. You were there for me during… that, and I was never there for you.”

Susan sighed. “Toppa, I knew why you left; I knew why you couldn’t come back. I never once blamed you.”

“Yes, but even after you came here, I couldn’t… I couldn’t see you without remembering.” He put his hand to his forehead.

“Oh, Toppa, I never meant…”

“No! No, please don’t apologize, you can’t help it. I came to tell you that I do not agree with Misty. I may not understand these people, but at least they make you happy.” He rubbed his hands on her arms. “After everything that has happened, you deserve to be happy. I… I never told her what happened to me.”

“It’s probably best.” Susan sighed. “Knowing her skewed sense of the world, she’d blame you… but Toppa, I have to tell you… I told them.”

“You WHAT?” He jolted backwards.

Susan grabbed his wrist. “Because it happened to Jordan!”

“It…”

“Lulu is the direct result of it.”

Toppa stared at her, eyes wide. “No…” He whispered.

“Yes. Please, please don’t treat her different, or tell them that I told. However, I thought you should know. Because Elunara let the person live, Lulu was born. But, none of them hold it against the child, she is theirs now, and they love her with their whole heart.”

He sat down, hands on his head. “To see her everyday and know the truth…”

“And yet, they love her. This is the kind of people I live with now.”

He rubbed a hand across his mouth. “Now I see. I mean, I was prepared to accept whatever you had decided, no matter how strange, but this…” He shook his head. “It makes more sense.”

“They love me too. It’s… mind blowing.”

“I couldn’t do it.” Toppa shook his head. “If it were me, I would have sent her off to the middle of nowhere and hoped she never came back. I got off lucky, when that succubus took that woman’s head off.” Rubbing his neck, he sighed. “Father wanted me to marry her.”

“What?”

“Father didn’t know… how I was. Am. He was convinced that I was holding out for a love match. He set up the meeting with… her. It would be a prestige match, and father was convinced that love would come later. I don’t know what she thought we had to offer her, but when I turned her down cold… she didn’t take it well.” He shrugged. “I couldn’t come back for Father’s funeral, because I blamed him.”

Susan held her hands to her mouth. “That’s awful.”

“I just…” Standing up, he took her hands into his. “I just want to be there for you now, because I wasn’t there before. I am so sorry that you’ve been dealing with everything on your own.”

“Oh, Toppa. I’m not alone anymore.” She hugged him. “I have a massive family all of a sudden, and I’ve never been so happy. I just hope that you can be part of my new family.”

“Of course.” He laughed. “You’ll always be my same silly little sister who’s favorite treat was marzipan bunnies.”

“You remembered!” She gasped.

The door opened and Elunara walked in, blinking. “Uh, hello?”

“Elunara, you remember my brother, Toppa?”

“Well, duh.” She snorted, as she leaned against the counter.

“He’s…” Susan searched for the right words. “Well, he’s not like Misty. He came to tell me–”

“That I accept her life.” He put a hand on Susan’s shoulder. “Elunara, you and I have never really… liked each other, but today, my sister made me understand the kind of person I’m dealing with. Have been dealing with, for all of these years. I’m afraid I’ve dreadfully misunderstood you.”

Elunara shrugged. “Not like I’ve ever given you the chance to know anything about the real me.”

“Would it help… if I told you that I always found it funny, how pissed off Misty gets, when you flirt with Varian?”

She snorted. “I guess it does.”

“And that, after you’ve been by, she sits in front of her mirror, furiously brushing her hair, while she cusses and swears, until she’s near half bald.”

Elunara cackled. “I completely believe it.”

“Oh, Toppa, you’re awful!” Susan couldn’t help but giggle. “She used to do that when we were little, too.”

He sighed. “An unfortunate bit of news, is that Gingy has been staying at my house. Ever since Gingy managed to get a dress out of Tulani, Misty has gone over the mobil porno deep end. I just don’t know what to do for the girl.”

“What’s her father doing?”

“What he usually does.” Toppa snorted. “Blatantly ignoring his wife, and buying her pretty things until she shuts up.”

Elunara blinked. “Seriously?”

“I’m not sure a day goes by, that he does not regret marrying my harpy of a sister.”

“Poor man.”

Susan sighed. “Daddy always said that Misty would get married by dumb luck.”

Elunara sighed. “Great, now I have another wandering child to figure out how to deal with.” At the knock on the door, Elunara reached over and stared.

“Miss Elunara, PLEASE help me!”

“Uncle Toppa!” Gingy blinked.

“Ever since I helped her, she has driven me INSANE. I can’t get rid of her. I can’t even go pee without her waiting outside my door and offering me butt wipes.”

“Gingy why are you being a pain?”

“She saved me; I MUST do something in return!”

“Around here, the way you repay someone, is by learning a trade of some sort. You like pretty dresses and things, why don’t you learn to sew, and then you can make Lydia a pretty dress for when she performs.”

Gingy clasped her hands together and bounced. “That’s a MARVELOUS IDEA!”

“Before you go rushing off, I’m going to tell you that you need to do it right. If you rush it and give a subpar gift, then you’re going to owe double, because you never paid of the first debt, and you have to fix the gift on top of it. Take your time, and learn to do it right. Rushing leads to mistakes. Now, you may ask Tulani to teach you, but if she doesn’t have time, I’ll get Eloise to teach you. Eloise taught Tulani. Understand?”

“Yes! Yes, oh yes, I’ll do it! It’ll be amazing! I’ll show you!” Gingy made for the door.

“Ank! Stop! You’re making an official request; you use the front door, not the family door.” Elunara pointed to the front door. “And have some dignity about it.”

“Oh! Yes, of course.” She slowly, and politely, made her way out of the door.

Lydia flopped down in a chair. “Gods! Why didn’t I think of that?”

Toppa just stared. “I’m not sure what I have just witnessed.”

Susan giggled. “You just witnessed Elunara.”

“Well, if we’re letting Toppa in the family, just let me know.” Elunara shrugged. “I need to change out my board.” She headed into the library.

“She’s so casual about it.” He blinked. “We’ve been right on the line of hostile to each other for years, and then she just throws it out there and walks on.”

“Because that is Miss Elunara.” Lydia grinned. “She doesn’t hold grudges; they take up more effort than she is willing to spend.”

“The kid is right.” Elunara pointed at Lydia. “Ask her how many times I’ve yelled at her.” She waved a hand. “Got stuff.” She closed the door behind her.

“She’s… overwhelming and underwhelming at the same time.”

“That’s Miss Elunara.” Lydia giggled. She got up and went digging in a cabinet. She yelped and jumped back as a hidden catch broke. “I think I’m not supposed to see this!” Lydia covered her face.

“What’s the matter?” Susan frowned. Discovering what Lydia had found, she gasped. “What in the WORLD?”

Curious, Toppa made his way over. “By the LIGHT!”

Susan tried to shove the offending paper back in the cabinet. She got the door closed and wedged a fork in the handles of the cabinet. “I’m going to have to have a conversation about this one.” She groaned.

“I just wanted a drink of water.” Lydia muttered.

Elunara stepped back in and frowned. “What?”

“What’s with the picture in the cabinet?” Susan pointed.

“Uhhh, how did you find that?”

“I wanted a drink of water, and a board almost hit me in the head.” Lydia grumbled.

Elunara removed the fork and examined the catch. She growled. “Cheap ass construction.” She dug in a drawer and pulled out screw driver. Working for a little bit, she pulled the catch apart and wedged the board closed. “Sorry about that. These are designed for my husbands or wife to find, and they’re really lovely… when THEY find them.” She took out a glass and sat it on the counter. “The catch is up high so the kids won’t find them by accident, but this one broke. I’m not pleased either. I designed these with very specific specifications, and THIS one wasn’t done right. Now I have to check all of them.” With a sigh, she tucked it in her pocket.

“ALL?” Susan blinked.

“There’s about fifty of them. Not in children’s rooms though.”

“Same… picture?”

“Oh, no. No two pictures are alike.” Licking her lips, she laughed. “They’re all… suggestions.” She passed Lydia the cup.

“I really didn’t want to see you like that.” She pinched her eyes shut.

“Sorry, little love. You were never the intended target.”

“I guess Jordan was.” Lydia’s face went hot.

“Jordan, Grogek, and Tulani.” She shrugged.

Lydia chugged the water. “I have to go.” She wiped her mouth and escaped.

Elunara winced. “I’m not sure what to do about that one.”

“How are there fifty of them?” Susan squeaked.

“There’s twelve in Jordan’s room, twenty in the main bedroom, and the rest are kind of sprinkled, with five of them being in the eating area, and eight in Tulani’s studio.”

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Girlfriend

Jordan stepped into Renwa’s office. “Admiral Duchie, I know you’ve been after me to show you what I do here. Well, I’ve managed to make some time, if you’d just follow me.”

Duchie stood up. “Uh…”

Renwa waved at him. “Go on ahead. I still have to finish this paperwork.”

Once they were out of the way, Elunara slipped into the office and closed the door. “Sir, I’ve been meaning to speak to you privately.”

“Proceed.”

“It’s about Admiral Duchie. Quite frankly I think he’s a moron and an asshole. My original plan had been to introduce Charnak and possibly make him Duchie’s new trainer for the new area; however, I don’t think he’s qualified…”

Renwa held up a hand. “Duchie IS a moronic asshole and I’m quite sick of dealing with him.”

Elunara let out the breath she’d built up.

“Some years ago, he used to be a friend. Now, I realize that I didn’t spend enough time with him to understand what a useless asshole he is.” Renwa walked to the window and peered out.

Elunara snorted. “If he didn’t have such pull with-“

“I’m going to stop you again. You have more pull with King Wyrnn than Duchie will ever have, and it pisses him off endlessly. How many times has he read your books?”

“Twice each, though some he has read repeatedly.”

“Can you tell which ones he’s re-read?”

“Yes. I keep detailed records of every book and who has read each one. Except for Zelinnia,” She eyed the Blood Elf. “She yanked so many books over and over, that my system doesn’t know what it’s doing.”

“I was cross-referencing.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Find those books; tell me what he was trying to figure out.” Renwa shook his head. “All of that reading, and he was shocked as shit that your mother was Tyrande.”

Elunara rolled her eyes. “I manage to not be surprised.”

“He does not speak to me unless spoken to.” Zelinnia flipped another page. “I’ve decided I’m fine with that.”

“You know that bothers me.” He sighed.

“Elunara taught me better.” Zelinnia gave a cat smile.

“He also refers to her as “that Blood Elf” instead of by her name.” Renwa grit his teeth.

“Any idea what he plans?”

“I’m hoping your books might give us leads. The end result is, he should have been outside starting his own town months ago. Yet, he sits in my office as if it is his and he’s rude to pretty much everyone I consider a friend. Everyone has to call him Admiral, even me.”

“Lame.” Elunara tugged a sheet out of her pocket and handed it to Renwa. “John brought me this.”

Renwa frowned at the paper. “I’d heard you were using him. This… makes no sense.”

“It took me several tries to understand it myself. Duchie is privately recruiting, but doing a shitty job of it. John caught him several times offering bribes and incentives to get people to leave here, but he’s done a poor job of selecting. This is a tally sheet. If you follow these lines here…”

Zelinnia walked over and snatched out the sheet. She studied it for several moments. “That fucking asshole.” She marched to a cabinet and began yanking seemingly random sheets. She laid them out on the conference table. Once she was done, she gestured. “That stupid bastard has been trying to siphon funds.”

Elunara put her hand on a sheet of paper. “Well, shit.”

Renwa blinked at it several times, turning his head this way and that. “Zel, my love, I have no fucking idea what you just did.”

Zelinnia groaned. “It’s actually very clear.” She went into lecture mode and spent several minutes detailing what she had put together.

“See, this is why you’re perfect.” Renwa brushed his lips against hers.

“But, WHY is the question.”

Zelinnia shrugged. “This note is only part of the issue.” She gathered the sheets together and started re-filing them.

“How did John get this?”

“Duchie wadded it up and threw it in a bucket. If John hadn’t heard him earlier, he wouldn’t have bothered. As it was, he thought the page would please me.”

“I see why you want to work him. Very well, keep me informed. You’re his trainer now.”

“Understood.”

“For now, we keep this business between the three of us. I know how you are Elunara, but your family needs to be in the dark for now.”

“They think I’m using John for a different purpose. Jordan has an idea, but he thinks I’m just here to complain about Duchie’s incompetence. I’ll deal with John’s involvement.” She tucked the note back into her pocket.

Renwa nodded. “Good. I don’t have to tell you about keeping this to the vest.”

The door slammed open and Duchie marched in, followed on his heels by Jordan. Duchie froze and stared at Elunara. He narrowed his eyes and sat down. “Your HUSBAND deliberately humiliated me in front of the troops.” He turned to Renwa. “I DEMAND an apology.”

“Ok, first off, how? Second off, why? Third… Well, you get the idea.” Elunara smirked.

“He wanted me to address the troops, so I went through the motions…”

“HAH! You set me up!”

Jordan shook his head in disbelief. “How was I supposed porno izle to know that the band on your pants was broken?”

“Am I to understand that one of my best and most reliable officers, PANTSED a superior officer in front of the troops?”

“I did no such thing.”

“It’s all because of HER!” Duchie pointed at Elunara. “Ever since she came to this town and taken it over, the morals of this town have all but disintegrated. Her so called family is no different. Nothing but disgusting perversion. ” He crossed his arms. “A severe lack of discipline all around. I’ll be writing to King Wrynn, mark my words.”

“So marked.” Elunara smiled politely. She slipped an arm around Jordan’s. “Come, my HUSBAND, let’s go do more perverted things.”

“I’m always up for that.”

Once outside and out of ear shot, she dropped her arm and took his hand. “Alright, now I have to know how you pulled it off… literally.”

“I actually didn’t. One of our stops was over at the leatherworking shop. Lucy was finishing up his belt order, putting some finishing touches in the design. Admiral moron began berating Sam for letting an untried novice finish his belt. Then started going on about how she was a disgrace to the army for quitting, and how he would see to it that King Wyrnn would have her shipped back to Stormwind, followed by how absurd it was that Sam would let Lucy even work there, on the words of a disgraced whore. By his first insult, Lucy started digging too deep into the pattern, by time he was through; she’d punched a series of holes so close together they made a break line. All I had to do was wait for a fun moment and…”

“Oh, that is priceless.”

“Our men are disciplined enough to not laugh at superior officer… unless signaled to beforehand.”

“That guy is a complete and utter asshole. Even Renwa hates him.”

“That’s good to know.”

“Renwa wants a way to be rid of him, without giving him a town to lord over.”

Jordan snorted. “He couldn’t buy loyalty if he tried. He’s also a lazy shit; he doesn’t have what it takes to be Renwa.”

Elunara stopped. “That’s it. He’s not after his own town, he’s after THIS town.”

“Not going to happen.”

“Maybe not…” She dropped his hand and ran back home. Not bothering to check the door, she bolted into her library and started digging in her desk.

“What’s the matter?”

She found her log book and held out a hand. Several books began to glow. She snagged them all down and began flipping through. “Duchie has read every book in here twice, and then picked out several he’s asked for a number of times. After all of that reading, he’s still shocked over certain details, like my mother being Tyrande.”

“Uh, that’s a pretty big detail.”

“My log book is enchanted to tell me what books have been touched by whom, and for how long. Look, this one is my earliest contact with Renwa, this one is the time period where we were lovers, and then next few are all in relation to Renwa in some way, according to the log book, he was especially interested in the encounter that broke Renwa’s obsession.”

“But why?”

“Because this is Renwa’s town. Sure, people went all hero worship on me, but that’ll fade over time. The real heart is Renwa.” She tapped a finger on the book.

“You don’t think…”

“Possibly? I need more. This is where John will come in handy.” She shook her head. “I don’t trust that little shit Duchie as far as I can throw him. He’s up to something, and he’s either not very good at it, or the bumbling is an act.”

“We need to tell Renwa.”

“I will, I have an appointment with him in a couple of days.”

“So you finally started scheduling again?”

“Yes, actually. I still needed to contact a few people, but they’re already lining back up.”

He pressed his mouth to hers. “That’s my good girl.”

“Hey, that’s my line!”

Elunara jogged over to Tippy’s and found herself a seat. Tippy started to walk over, but Elunara help up her hand. John came in, his head down, his shoulders hunched, as he made his way to Elunara’s table. She noted how everyone glared at him.

“Give.”

He slid the package over.

She perused the packet and nodded before she signaled to Tippy.

Tippy eyed the both of them. “Well?”

“A pair of sandwiches.”

“I want to know what’s going on in my inn.” She put a hand on the table and a fist on her hip.

“I’m training John.”

“Training him for what?”

“To make something of himself. Now, are you gonna feed us or what?”

Tippy harrumphed before walking away.

“Oh, please don’t upset her.”

“Nah, I’m just speaking in a language she understands, it’s called sass.” Elunara clapped him on the arm. “When dealing with people, you have to learn how each person’s mind works, before you can get in and do your job. You’ve spent your life at the hands of your crazed sister. Then, you were stupid, and now you’re living on the outskirts of life. You should have picked up something about people, when as you dodged them in fear. For lezbiyen porno what I’m teaching you, you need to listen, observe, and stay hidden. You’ve learned how to hide, now we work on the rest.”

Tippy dropped a pair of plates on the table.

Elunara handed her some money.

Tippy eyed the sum, before turning and walking away.

“The only way you can redeem yourself at this point, is to be seen in my company. Even if that has its own connotations.” She bit into her sandwich. She swallowed her bite. “Why are you crying?”

“Because I can have one of Tippy’s sandwiches.” He very slowly and carefully ate every bite and crumb.

“If you make me happy enough, I might even convince Zelinnia to aid in this… recovery.”

“You really mean it?” He ran his fingers along the plate.

“Yes. Now get back to work.” She plucked the plate out of his hands.

Tippy marched over. “What exactly are you training him to do?”

“Eventually, I plan on making a mission specialist out of him. He’s got good potential. Right now, I’m having him transcribe notes, write down observations. Cheesy things. He spent time in the army, but had so many absences he became useless. He lived under his sister’s thumb so he became cowardly. Man like that requires a strong female influence to keep him on track. I’m just starting him off.” Elunara handed the plate up to Tippy. “Plus, he cries over your food.” She whistled as she walked out.

She frowned down at her unfinished work. It just wasn’t her style to leave it this way. Gathering up her pages into her board, she took the bundle outside and was met by John, who was struggling to breath.

He held up a sheet of paper. “I thought this would interest you.”

She frowned and took the page. Her eyes widened. “This is accurate?”

He nodded as he tried to catch his breath.

With a groan, Elunara stepped back into her house and put her board on the kitchen table. She stepped out again. “Good work, return to it.” She rushed past him.

She knocked on Renwa’s door.

“ENTER!”

She stepped in and looked around, before locking the door and approaching his desk. She put the page down.

“Terrance is Duchie’s son?”

“According to this conversation. As for the other thing? All of the entries he has returned to are about you. Our first interactions, when we were lovers, including the interaction that broke your… fixation. Of course he doesn’t remember anything pertaining to me, he’s after you.”

“But, whatever for?”

“He doesn’t want his own town, he wants this one.”

“Previously, I’d have told you that you’ve lost your mind. At this point? I don’t even know any more.”

“I’m going to have to have a talk with Jenny.” Elunara tapped her chin.

“Discretion.”

“You know me. Plus, her and Mark are my clients.”

She stopped by home and snagged her board before heading out and making house calls. She worked her way around town, setting up sessions and filling in fine details on her boards. A direct attack would be too obvious, so she meandered. She knocked on the door.

Mark opened the door and brushed a hand through his hair. “Oh, Elunara. Come in. Maybe you can help her.”

“What’s wrong?” Elunara stepped in and closed the door.

“She won’t stop barfing.” He sighed. “I hope she didn’t eat something wrong. You never know with this stupid planet. I once ate some berries that made me lose my eyesight for a week. It was horrible.”

“Just show me.”

He led the way to the back room. Jenny was curled up on a bed, clinging to a bucket for dear life. Elunara passed the board to him and made her way over. She laid a hand on Jenny’s side and channeled energy into her.

“That should ease the nausea. The good news is; you’re not dying. The… “I’m not sure how you’re going to take it” news, is you’re pregnant.” Elunara jumped when her board clattered to the floor.

“We’re going to have a baby?” He whispered.

Jenny moaned. “Why does no one tell you it’ll be like this?”

“Because it’s usually not.” Elunara rubbed a wet cloth on Jenny’s forehead. “I hate to inform you, you might wind up with the same sickness I had. I couldn’t function. But, since you’re a pair of humans from the same time, I doubt you’ll have the size issue. This world just doesn’t like your body. The nausea SHOULD pass by the third month of this.”

“Three months?” Jenny whimpered.

“We’ll talk to Ina about getting you a midwife, or someone who can help ease the nausea and keep you on track while you deal with this.” Elunara cocked her head to the side. “I might know somebody.”

“Bless you.” Jenny sighed.

Mark climbed into the bed and put his hand on Jenny’s stomach.

Elunara chuckled. “I have yet to figure out why people do that.”

“But, you were pregnant too.” Mark frowned.

“Honey, I still don’t get a lot of things about pregnancy and childbirth and babies and shit. Tulani did most of the work, because I was at a complete loss.” Elunara laughed. “But it was ok, liseli porno Tulani had always wanted a baby, but could never have one.”

“Yeah, I guess with her being female set…” Mark frowned and rubbed Jenny’s hip.

“Hey, Jenny, I know this is an awful time, but I had a question.”

“You keep channeling that anti nausea thing, and you can ask me any damned thing you want.”

“What do you know of your parents?”

“Ok, that was a little odd.” She put a hand to her forehead. “Momma was a single mother, and I don’t really know much about my dad. I’m not sure I ever met him. A couple of times Ter… er, my brother told me that dad was dead, and then mom would yell at him. She said that he was in the army, decorated officer or something. My brother called her delusional; said she needed a man to straighten her out.” She groaned. “He was always on about male dominance. Complete loon. Why?”

“He was ranting again. Figured I’d come get the truth.”

“The truth is, my brother is completely crazy, I don’t know why you let him live.”

Elunara headed on down and knocked on the next door.

Terica blinked and let her in. “Can I help you?”

“How are things going?”

She smiled and clasped her hands together. “Things are going much better now that Lucy is finally happy with herself.” She sighed. “She had been so miserable for so many years, it’s almost bizarre to see her so happy at what she does.”

“And how have you been?”

“Bored out of my mind. There’s always so much to do in Stormwind, but here it’s a little confining.”

“How about a job or two?”

“Huh?”

“Friends of mine, Mark and Jenny, just found out she’s pregnant.”

“Oh, how delightful! But what does that have to do with me?”

“Jenny’s in for a rough one. She’s going to need some help around the house until the nausea months pass. All you would do is run chores for her. She’s really nice, just not doing well right now. Once her nausea passes, which I say might be three months? You would then head over to my friend Zelinnia and help her out. She’s due with her second child, and is going to need an extra hand. Its day work, and it’ll get you out of the house and help you make a friend or two.”

“Hmm.”

“Give it some thought, let me know. I have other stops to make.” Elunara gave Terica an absent kiss on the cheek before walking out. She stopped looked back, and sighed. “Shit, I’m sorry. I’m so used to Tulani and Zelinnia.”

“Uh, no. It’s… fine?”

Elunara sighed. “Again, sorry. Just a habit.” She walked away with a grin.

Elunara stuck her head in Renwa’s door. “Don’t worry about sending for a nanny, I’ve found someone to cover it.”

Renwa blinked. “You-“

She closed the door and walked down to the healer building. “Ina!”

“What?”

“Jenny’s going to need some help with nausea for awhile. She’s knocked up, and having my time of it.”

“Oh, damn.” Ina sighed. “I’ll send Tia over, that’s her specialty.”

“Thanks Ina, you’re a peach.”

“You’re damned right I am.”

Elunara gave Savage an absent scratch. “You’re so well behaved. Though you’re probably just happy I’m wandering around again.” He made a purring noise and she giggled at him.

“That’s a pleasing sound.”

She turned around and smiled. “Hey, Sugarbear. I was headed down to see you.”

“Had to change my shirt.” They exchanged kisses. “It’s good to see you out with your board.”

“I’ve been rescheduling people like mad.”

“Good.”

She took his hand and they walked back to the training yard. “Were you there when Duchie lost his pants?”

“I was nearby, yes.”

“You know he’s blaming Jordan.”

Grogek rolled his eyes. “I’m certain the list of suspects is long and varied.”

“Lucy did it.” Elunara grinned. “She sabotaged his belt.”

He barked a laugh. “Now, that’s impressive.”

“I wonder if he’d make his own mother call him “admiral”.”

“Most likely.”

She kissed him again and headed off for the top of the hill. Once comfortable, she began to draw again.

Elunara tapped her finger on the counter. “Hey Mitsy.”

“Are you finally caving in to my offers of a makeover?” Mitsy grinned.

“No, he needs a haircut.” Elunara jerked her head at John.

“Him?” Mitsy’s nose wrinkled.

“He’s in my employ.”

“Your…”

“Ew, no.” Elunara shook her head. “He’s trying to earn some favor back by proving he’s not a louse or a moron. I’m helping him. And quite frankly, his hair is a mess. How can he look presentable like that?”

“But… Zelinnia…”

“Has tentatively forgiven him, based on how useful he can make himself.”

Tippy walked in the door and froze in place. “The hell?”

Elunara looked back at her. “Hey.” She turned back to Mitsy. “Consider it that personal favor you owe.”

Mitsy smacked her hand on the counter. “Fine.” She jerked a perfectly manicured nail at Elunara. “And only because you asked me to.”

“Elunara, I’m starting to think you’re stalking me.” Tippy put her hands on her hips.

“Mitsy, how often do I come into this building?”

Mitsy pouted. “Never.”

“So, I would have to come into this building at some point to even know how often you come in here. I just want John to get his damned hair cut.” She flicked it. “It’s disgusting.”

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It’s the year twenty fifty two. Nobody talks about how we’re living in the future. We’re just in it and bored. There still aren’t flying cars. There are cheap self driving taxis, but the traffic makes them pointless. The city is overpopulated. Mass transit is the only way to get around. The subway system is privatized now though. Everything is owned by corporations. Even your own cyborg body. You’re technically just licensing the parts from prostheticorp. Or you were until they went out of business five years ago. It’s not clear who actually owns your body now. It probably still isn’t you.

The internet has become too closely monitored to share anything discreetly on it. People have to rely on the sneakernet to move any kind of sensitive or illegal data. Most of the time it’s just pirated porn. Whatever. That’s where you come in. You’re a courier.

You get onto a subway car and make just enough room for the doors to close in front of you. It’s too crowded for you to move. You pass a few stops without anything noteworthy happening. Then someone presses a thick cable into the port on the back of your neck, it clicks into place, your vision glitches for a split second, and you know you’re fucked. You had spent the last night hooked up to a simulator and must have forgotten to lock your cover back on. Five years without a security update. It only takes a moment for your fear to be replaced by other feelings. You lean against the window of the subway door and begin breathing heavily. You can feel yourself getting hard. You were a non op trans girl back when you were still all biological and you decided not to change much porno film about the shape of yourself when everything got replaced. Your biological brain is still completely intact. It’s the only part of you that is. You’d think that would make your mind unhackable, but there’s a lot a person can do to a brain when they’re in control of what chemicals it gets flooded with. You look back and see a man holding a device that’s tethered to your neck. He’s ugly, and creepy, and you’ve never wanted anyone more than you want him. You’ve never been more turned on in your life. You know that you belong to him. You accept it without hesitation. You begin groping him. You can feel his cock through his pants. You hear some teenagers laughing. One of them is pointing a camera at you.

The doors open and the man locks eyes with a security guard that’s patrolling the platform. He decouples the device, shoves you out of his way, and bolts. The guard watches him flee, but she doesn’t bother to follow him. She doesn’t actually care. The doors close again and you’re left behind in a daze on the platform. What was done to you wasn’t temporary.

You still have a delivery to make. You’re only one stop from your destination so you decide to just leave the station and walk the rest of the way. You try to think about how long it would take you to save up for new hardware. Maybe another four years. Math feels more difficult than it used to be. It isn’t even the cost of new hardware. It’s installation. You could attach a new leg by yourself, but you’d need to hire a surgeon to replace anything directly hooked up to your brain. You’ve japon porno barely been making enough to pay rent. You pull down the front of your top and hope nobody notices the bulge in your pants.

You come across a sex shop and can’t bring yourself to walk past it. All you can think about is how badly you want something inside of yourself. You buy an over priced butt plug with credits you shouldn’t be spending. They don’t have a washroom so you use the one in the bar across the street. You work it into yourself using pre cum as lube. Or what passes as pre cum these days. It’s blue and slippery and tastes vaguely like strawberries. You slide the toy in and out while stoking yourself. Slowly at first, but faster as you get closer and closer. Finally you cum. You feel relieved, but only for a moment. Then you find yourself licking your strawberry cum off of your hand while desperately looking at online ads for sex workers. You could rent an android for only like twenty credits an hour. Hiring a human would cost hundreds. You don’t have the credits. You don’t even really have the time. You still have a delivery to make. You need it though. You step out of the washroom and absentmindedly bump into a guy. He’ll do. The next thing you know he’s shoving your plug into your mouth and fucking you. His cock is this ridiculous artificial thing. It isn’t shaped like any natural human cock. It isn’t the size of one either. You can feel synthetic intestines rearranging inside of yourself. You take the plug out of your mouth to tell him to go harder and deeper. You can see and feel your abdomen distending. konulu porno You’d worry about being torn apart, but you’re beyond caring about your well being.

By the time you arrive at your destination your delivery is hours late. Your clothes stick to your skin. You don’t realize it, but there’s a very obvious blue streak down your left cheek. Your client opens the door and begins to ask if you know just how late you are, but then stops and looks you up and down. You hand him the data cartridge. In the background a notification sound begins ringing out from his computer. He checks it. Then he asks you if you know how unsafe it is to leave wireless access enabled when you’re running such out of date insecure software. You always kept it disabled, but it’s the kind of software setting some perv on the subway could change if they got control over your hardware. He looks at you and then back at his computer. You hear him typing for a moment before the world goes mute. Then your eyes shut off. In place of a live feed of the outside world you’re treated to a looping video. The video is cut together with quickly flashing clips of porn and spirals and text telling you that you’re nothing but a worthless fuck toy. Your other senses are disabled. Time loses meaning.

When you come to, it’s the year twenty something and you’re laying in a dumpster with one leg hanging out. You’re surrounded by a combination of old computers, broken android parts, and used condoms. You climb out and realize that your chest plate has been replaced. Your tits are now almost the size of your head. You’re wearing a frilly pink dress and nothing else. It’s torn. Your left arm is irreparably damaged. You detach it and leave it behind in the dumpster. You walk barefoot out of the alleyway and a man in a trench coat asks you how much. Your mouth tastes like strawberries. You tell him twenty credits an hour.

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