Chapter Thirty-Two — Sh*tty Families

It was now or never, Jonathan declaimed the words in his own head, as he squeezed the phone in his hand. The people around him moved fast, out of synch with his hesitant steps. He made a left turn and sat down on a bench, his fingers gripping the phone too tightly. With one last deep breath before the dive, he lightly touched the screen, hoping for a technological glitch at the last moment.

“Hello?” His first word was a pebble thrown into a bottomless pit.

“Jonathan.” Matter-of-factly, directly, like they had just seen each other a week or so before.

Neither of them uttered another word, waiting for the other to say something.

“What have you been doing?” There was a slight upward inflection at the end, a reproach of sorts, not at all just a formal and polite question as it could have been interpreted.

“I’ve been studying,” he offered the only neutral thing that came to mind. Nothing along the lines of ‘I’ve been making friends’ or ‘I got myself a boyfriend’. For this occasion, it was better to bury the hatchet and leave it undisturbed for the next few days.

“I spoke with the dean. Whenever you decide to pick up from where you left off, you are welcome to return.”

Jonathan moved the phone from one ear to the other. “I will finish my studies here.”

A short silence followed. “Sunny Hill, is it?”

So, they knew. Jonathan didn’t bother to ask how. Without a doubt, they were people with means and they never hesitated using them when the need arose.

“Yes, Sunny Hill.”

“You are determined to finish your studies there.”

“Yes.”

“Very well.”

Jonathan didn’t know what else to add. Could it be that his father truly agreed with his decision?

“If you want to make a mess out of your future.”

Of course, how could he not see it coming? The other shoe, always waiting to drop. He took a deep breath. “I was thinking of coming home for Thanksgiving.” He waited, while his father remained silent.

“You are welcome here, any time you decide to come back.”

Was that a veiled condition for him to be allowed to visit them? To go back home and play the nice quiet son once again?

“We can also discuss the Kincaid family when you visit.”

Jonathan felt his eyebrows knitting into a tight frown. “What about them?” he managed to force the words through his teeth by sheer power of will or a miracle.

“I spoke with them. They agree that the whole thing was blown out of proportion.”

“By the whole thing, do you mean my getting as good as executed by the great powers that be on false grounds?” Jonathan didn’t realize he was raising his voice until a woman with a kid passing by gave him a strange look.

He half-turned from the street, the phone pressed tightly against his ear.

“The dean agrees, too. I already told you. You are welcome back, whenever you decide. Of course, it doesn’t mean that you should take advantage of people’s benevolence.”

A hand of iron gripped Jonathan’s throat, threatening his ability to breathe. “I will not go back to that school,” he said as firmly as he could without letting his father hear the trembling in his voice.

“We will talk more when you arrive.”

Jonathan looked around, resting his eyes on a colorful light ornament glittering behind the clear windows of a store. “What do you want to talk about? Regarding… Andrew Kincaid?”

“His parents took measures to correct his behavior. I can assure you of that. They told me to give them a call if I heard from you. Your fellow student will extend his apologies as soon as he’s given the opportunity.”

“Apologies?” Jonathan squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose in an effort to chase away the pain nesting behind his forehead. “What kind of apology would ever be enough for what he did?”

“You are very young, Jonathan. Andrew, as well. You both made mistakes, and you’re not the first, or the last, to fall prey to certain temptations.”

Was his father talking about the sexual nature of his and Drew’s relationship? Or about the drugs Drew used to do on the regular?

“Of course, we would like you to take a test as soon as you arrive. These schools,” his father said with vague contempt, “are known as dens of iniquity.”

“Do you think I’m doing drugs?” Jonathan didn’t know what to think. “I didn’t do drugs when Drew got caught.”

“It’s a measure to put your mother’s mind, and mine, at ease.”

“You still don’t believe me,” Jonathan said in a bitter voice. “You think I lied to you.”

“You have become rather obstinate. What is happening with you? If this is about the situation with Andrew–“

“It has nothing to do with him. Not anymore,” Jonathan said in a strained voice. “It is about us. You and I, as a family. You should have known me, dad.”

Short pauses were for effect, but not with his father. He always thought before speaking, choosing from the various possible answers as from a box of cutlery. It had to be flawless and in synch with the rest of the table arrangement. bursa sınırsız escort “You surprised us. Quite unpleasantly. Before you hurry to condemn us, if Andrew is what you wish for in a partner,” the last word came out with some difficulty, “it is something we could come to accept.”

Jonathan shook his head, although he knew very well that his parent couldn’t see him. “Should I be thankful for that?”

“Certainly, at least not as ungrateful as you sound right now. Come home. We have many things to discuss.”

Jonathan rubbed his temple hard. “I think it’s too early for us to see each other again.”

“What nonsense. You just said that you plan on visiting us.”

“No.” Jonathan surprised even himself with the categorical answer. “You’re sweeping everything under the rug. You believe Andrew and I should kiss and make up, as if we just had some schoolyard brawl. And that all will go back to the way it was. Well, maybe not as it was. Apparently, you’re willing to consider that you can accept my being gay.”

“It isn’t like you to speak out of turn in such a fashion. What are they teaching you at that school? The next thing we know, you might pick habits such as protesting for the wellbeing of whales or against nuclear testing, or something just as silly.”

Jonathan felt hot and cold at the same time. It was true that he had never before dared to talk like this to his father.

“We appreciate your ability to be self-reliant,” his father continued. “But you are a Hamilton. Doesn’t that name mean anything to you?”

Oh, there came the guilt trip. Jonathan decided that he would have none of it. “Happy Thanksgiving, dad. Tell mom I wish her well.”

“Jonathan,” his father said sternly. “Stop this nonsense. Fine, if you do not wish to talk to Andrew and accept his apologies, we can wait until you’re less hotheaded than right now. But come home.”

If he had been the kind to believe in miracles, Jonathan would have thought that there was a trace of something human and father-like in how the last sentence was spoken. But no. He would just fall back into his old patterns, and it would mean that he hadn’t learned anything from his past experiences.

“If Andrew,” Jonathan said through his teeth, “had wanted so much to apologize to me, he could have called any time. I doubt his intentions are sincere. But, after all, when were they ever?”

“Forget about the Kincaids for now,” his father cut his words short. “Come home.”

The last thing Jonathan expected was for his parent to admit that they missed him, just as he missed them. And it didn’t come, of course.

“No, I cannot.”

“Will you never come home?” his father asked harshly. “What do you hope to prove with this?”

“No, I am not saying that. I will come and see you. I just don’t know when. Maybe I should wait for my hotheadedness to cool first.”

“Sarcasm doesn’t become you.”

“That is something I can live with. Goodbye, dad. I hope you won’t tell Andrew you heard from me. God forbid he feel any pressure to call. I’m on a diet of no bullshit lately.”

His father sucked in a breath. “I can see what kind of school you’re attending. Let them strip you of your good upbringing if that makes you happy.”

For a moment, Jonathan considered apologizing for the rude language but stopped himself. He had to accept so much from them, their distrust, their betrayal, after all. They could live with hearing words that hadn’t belonged in any Hamilton’s vocabulary to date. Even that was hypocritical of them. Jonathan had heard his grandfather swearing like a sailor on at least two separate occasions. The façade was cracked; he wouldn’t think for a moment about closing his eyes to the fissures in the edifice his father considered their family to be.

“Goodbye, son. I hope to hear from you once you put that head of yours in order.”

Jonathan waited for his father to terminate the conversation without saying another word. He could measure the time in heartbeats. It only took three for his dad to hang up on him.

He caught his head in both hands, pulling at tufts of hair until the slight pain stabilized him. Well, that left him little choice. Thanksgiving on his own would have to do.

***

“I’m sorry, but we cannot refund you for the ticket.”

Jonathan nodded. There wasn’t much he could do about that, of course, and it had been a crap shoot to begin with. He should have tried online, but his steps had taken him to the airport anyway. It was as if there was still an unraveled thread pulling him toward his previously planned destination.

“Maybe if someone needed one?” the woman offered with an apologetic smile. Her colleague on her right gestured for her to lean in. Her face lit up immediately. “It looks like there’s a passenger who might want your ticket.”

Jonathan turned to witness a rambunctious group of kids followed by two adults.

“Do you happen to have an extra ticket?” The woman asked him, and her eyes were full of hope. “You bursa merkez escort see, we weren’t expecting my husband,” she gestured at the man who grabbed the kids, two boys of around ten, under his arms, “to come home, and we made other plans with the family–“

Jonathan handed her the ticket without saying a word.

“Oh, we should pay for it. We’re so, so grateful,” she said as she began rummaging through her purse.

“No need,” he said.

“Are you sure?” She stopped and took a good look at him. “No, it’s not possible. It’s quite expensive.”

“I insist,” he said and extended his arm more so that she would take the ticket. “Happy Thanksgiving.”

He turned on his heel while the couple was still thanking him profusely for his grand gesture. It took some of the bitter taste off his tongue, but not all of it.

***

It was still possible to call Maddox or Ray, but he felt that he would just be imposing. People, normal people, were reuniting with their families now and didn’t need to hear about his miserable conversation with his father. He took a look inside the small fridge and nodded thoughtfully. With just a few ingredients, he could put together a festive dinner of sorts for tomorrow.

But, before that, he wanted to take a walk. The campus was almost deserted, with very few students hurrying with luggage out of their dorms, chatting happily and making plans for their short vacation.

It was such a strange feeling to see the place, usually so animated, being drained of the young blood that made it what it was. Without the joyous voices to break the silence, nothing remained but buildings, but Jonathan didn’t mind it.

He waved at the security guard making his rounds. “When are you leaving, Jonathan?” he asked.

“Change of plans,” he said brightly. “I’ll have to spend Thanksgiving here.”

“That’s too bad. Did you miss your flight?”

The man had seen him earlier, with the plane ticket clutched in his hand, hurrying off like everyone else. “Yes. I don’t know where my head is at these days.”

“It must be because of too much studying.” Not only the students, but the personnel on campus had gotten to know him. Jonathan had no desire to be a celebrity, but he was always polite and apparently that made him stand out from the student body in general in the eyes of the people who worked there. “Take it easy, and enjoy your Thanksgiving, anyway,” the security guard wished him.

Jonathan offered the same in return and continued his walk against the fading tide. There were no more students now, and the silence was starting to creep in like a veil. He looked up and noticed something white and small descending and landing on the tip of his nose. He sneezed. It was snowing. As far as he was aware, it shouldn’t be, but he had been too busy with other things lately to be concerned about the weather forecast.

His father sneered at Sunny Hill as if it were some inferior institution of education. Jonathan had come to love the campus and its buildings, and he smiled when he noticed the renovations under construction. He and Maddox had had some truly interesting moments behind those buildings. The snow fell gently, covering everything and making the silence all the more pleasant. Now, Jonathan could see the traces of his steps stretching behind him.

The windows everywhere were dark, but one was lit. Jonathan looked up. Could it be that there was someone still in there? Maybe they had just forgotten to turn off the light. It was the arts building, a place he didn’t have any business to be in, given his major, but he doubted anyone would mind if he just walked over to the first floor and turned off the light.

There was a chance that the door was locked, and his good intentions wouldn’t matter, but when he put his hand on the handle, it turned, granting him access right away. Jonathan shrugged. It wasn’t as if anyone would walk in there and steal something, right? He walked up the stairs, deciding to remind the security guard that this building hadn’t been locked yet.

Jonathan stopped on the landing as his ears caught something. It was a muffled sound and it came from one of the rooms, and when he walked closer, he realized that it came from the one with the light still on. He stopped in front of it and pressed his ear against it. Definitely, someone was in there.

And he was singing. A pleasant male tenor voice drifted to Jonathan’s ears, convincing him that he shouldn’t refuse himself the pleasure of opening the door to the music room and witnessing firsthand the young artist displaying his virtuosity.

He would be quiet so that he didn’t interrupt. Jonathan turned the handle slowly, pushing the door open little by little, all the while his hearing focused on the fantastic voice that continued attacking the highest notes of the classical aria. Did their school have such an amazing talent? Why had he never heard about it? Who could it be? Jonathan couldn’t say he knew all the students, but he hoped he wasn’t as bursa escort bayan dull and uninterested in the life around him to be unaware of the presence of an incredible artist in such close proximity.

He stopped in the doorway and froze when he realized who was there. Headphones on, lost in a world of his own, sitting on a high chair in front of a microphone, was no one other than Rusty. Jonathan gaped and blinked. Was this some kind of lip-synching?

But no, it couldn’t be, he thought, as his eyes, glued to Rusty’s lips, could see the obvious effort he put into pronouncing each of the Italian words. There was a candid misstep here and there that convinced Jonathan he was witnessing the unfathomable.

Rusty was singing. No, he wasn’t just singing. He was displaying true talent, force and passion. Jonathan took a step back, hoping that he still had the time to make himself scarce without looking like an intruder, which he was.

But the aria reached its final notes, and Jonathan hesitated, as the music lover in him ached to witness all of it. Rusty smiled and his eyes opened. Without anything left for him to do, Jonathan let go of the door and clapped. “Bravo!”

The mischievous green eyes grew wide. Rusty threw off the headphones and tripped over some wires as he hurried to reach Jonathan. “Hamilton, you’re a dead man!” he shouted.

Ah, well. Now that was his cue to make a run for it. He made a one-eighty and rushed out and down the stairs, Rusty on his tail. It didn’t help that he was laughing while trying to put some serious distance between him and his pursuer; for some reason, the fact that Rusty could sing and that he was now chasing him seemed incredibly funny.

The chase only underscored who the athlete was between them. Rusty caught him just as he tried to pull open the front door of the building. Jonathan felt himself hoisted by the shoulders of his coat and then thrown against the wall. “Ouch!” he protested while trying to catch his breath.

Rusty grabbed him by the lapels of his coat and stared him down. Light from the streetlamps filtered through the tall windows, so they could make out each other’s faces, making it obvious what their eyes were saying right now.

“The fuck you doing here, Hamilton?” Rusty shook him.

“I should ask you the same. Stop shaking me already.”

He didn’t expect Rusty to obey, but the guy stopped abruptly and let go of his coat. Then, he put a finger in Jonathan’s face. “You’re going to keep your mouth shut, or we’re going to have a problem.”

“Really?” Jonathan adjusted his clothes and let out a snort. All that chasing had left him with no air in his lungs. Still, he felt like laughing. It was no less than exhilarating to be chased down a corridor like that. “What kind of problem?”

Rusty munched on his lower lip, as if he was thinking of ways to make Jonathan disappear. “I could ask nicely,” he said abruptly and looked Jonathan straight in the eye.

No wonder people were crazy about this particular Sunny Hill student, both girls and guys, as far as Jonathan knew. Seconds ago, he had looked like he was about to commit a murder like an Italian opera buffo, and now he was playing nice.

Jonathan sighed. “Sorry about intruding on your personal time like that. You don’t have to worry. I won’t tell anyone that you can sing. Although, it’s quite a shame. You have a wonderful voice.”

Rusty rubbed the back of his neck. It didn’t look like he wanted to elaborate on Jonathan’s remarks in any way. “Weren’t you supposed to go visit your folks or something?”

Jonathan shrugged. “I was.” He didn’t add anything, either. “So, when are you going to leave?”

“Leave where?”

“To visit your dad. Maddox told me. I hope it wasn’t a secret,” he said quickly and ready to apologize.

To his relief, Rusty grabbed him by the shoulder and squeezed hard. “Nah. I’m spending Thanksgiving here.”

“What a coincidence,” Jonathan said, somewhat relieved. “Same here.”

Not that he would ask Rusty to make plans together, even if now they were, most probably, the only students left behind.

Rusty made a gesture for him to walk out of the building first. “Let me guess,” he said as soon as they were outside. “Shitty family?”

Jonathan stopped and looked at him. Rusty was underdressed, in just a t-shirt and sweatpants. “I suppose you could say that,” he said quietly.

Rusty nodded thoughtfully and stuffed his hands in his pants pockets. “Same here.”

There appeared to be a tacit understanding between them. “You can sing,” Jonathan said automatically. He didn’t know exactly how to behave around Rusty, now that they were walking side by side, across the deserted campus.

“Yeah,” Rusty admitted.

“But you suck at karaoke. I mean, Maddox told me as much, and I even witnessed… Hey, don’t you have a coat? If you left it back there–“

“Nope. Wait, don’t tell me you’re going to criticize my fashion sense now.”

Jonathan recognized a challenge when he heard one. Also, he understood that Rusty didn’t want to talk about the incredible fact that he had a voice that recommended him for the greatest opera stages in the world. Still, it didn’t mean that he would let it go, just like that. It irked him to no end, he realized, that Rusty was hiding it. Clearly, Maddox and the rest of Rusty’s closest friends didn’t have any idea about it, unless it was a secret better guarded than Fort Knox.

### Sex God Saga 10

### Facilitating Friendship

Still Saturday:

Theo walked past the bar where bottles in silly shapes were backlit by neon strips. The Watcher moved within the bottles, its disembodied eyes sharpening to the sight of mediumship.

Keith was still in the same spot, now with a different girl clinging to his arm. The statue of Saint Lucy was right behind him, making it seem like her cyan halo hovered behind the Asian conjurer. Lucy’s eyes were blindfolded with neon tubes, giving Keith’s head even more backlight.

It was fucking unfair how hot he looked. Theo wanted to turn and go back upstairs and cuddle with Mako, Paris or both. He shouldn’t have to feel the heartache of Keith’s unreachability right after a great fuck.

“Hey Theo,” Keith said. “You look like a deer in the headlights. What’s up?”

“Just had a lot of fun upstairs. Still recovering, hehe.”

“I checked by the lounge. Only Paris and the Kims there.”

The ambiance changed to orange and purple, giving Keith a golden aura.

“Yeah, I w-was checking out the equipment.”

“Ah, tech nerd Mako, am I right? But you looked like you ran a marathon. Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Hey, did you see that guy there? Cain Ho. White hair, looks too young to be here.”

Keith glanced at where Cain had just slipped through the crowd. A Veneer went up around them, glamouring their conversation. “Yeah, some free shaman. I’m sure we offered him a membership but he didn’t take it and I never talked to him. Probably some champion.”

“Is he? He seems… eerie.”

Keith shrugged. “Gods pick champions who fit them. Doesn’t mean it’s a happy relationship. If you’re at a point in your life where it seems like a good idea to bash your head against the wall and the god of head-wall bashing comes to you with a deal you’re desperate for and in exchange you gotta keep bashing your head…” He waved his hand.

“Please, tell me that god is hypothetical.”

“As far as I know. Now excuse me or Claire’s going to lose interest. A man’s gotta put the bros before the hoes but the hoes gotta be put somewhere.”

Theo slinked away, feeling all the tiredness he’d kept suppressing.

The first sight in the toilets was a plaster saint — holding a neon tube shaped into a fish — pissing from a tiny plaster dick into a basin. A scribble on the wall said ‘Saint Peeter’.

Maybe it was the exhaustion but Theo found that hilarious enough to chuckle until he noticed the vague shape in the mirror. An Outsider who had no intentions of hiding from him.

The blur resolved with a slight summon. Incu, the bull headed incubus. He had more of a torso now, a proper minotaur.

“Please, don’t go demon on me.”

“Worry not, little conjurer,” Incu said. “I would have liked you to devote that sex to me, but I was content observing. I was not the only one.”

“Yeah,” Theo said, wondering if the sex-muse would have made a better chaperone than Ace. But he liked making gay friends.

“Would you devote some to me in the future?”

“Not sure that’s… convenient. Sorry.”

He glanced around. Nobody was in any of the stalls. It was weirdly quite. Incu’s doing?

“A Venture then, perhaps,” the Outsider said and altered his Visage to become a spectral Keith, shirtless, exposed down to the navel. Slender beauty.

Theo looked away. “Fuck no. What are you pulling?”

“I can tell you how to conquer him. You desire him, don’t you? It requires no magic. Mere words. The groundwork it already laid.”

It dizzied Theo to hear. He clutched the rim of the basin.

### ### ###

Theo’s notes:

Outsiders can lie.

Few do, since their reputations get them more V in the long term, but some muses specialize in tricking shamans into worshipping them for Veneration — or trick people toward Venality. Sometimes even Baseliners.

“At that point, they’re halfway to demonhood. Super-slippery slope.” -Keith

### ### ###

But what if there really was a way to land his crush?

“No,” Theo said. “Even if I believed you, you’re a muse of sex, not of lasting, healthy relationships. The way I want Keith is not what you can give me. Or anyone. And I have at least one boyfriend now, even if everything’s weird about it and- Why am I talking to you?”

Incu took his old minotaur form again. “I can grant many of your desires. I can get you closer to goals I’m not specializing in as well. Did you know Keith used a muse like me, once upon a time, to improve his game, before settling on Melisandre? You could gain more from your power if you let me in.”

Theo let his shoulder’s drop. “I know you’re not a demon by our classification but that’s the sort of thing a demon says in a movie. If I were the hero I’d shatter the mirror all dramatically and shit.”

“As you wish,” Incu said and faded.

Theo splashed his face with cool water. His life had improved in many ways since stumbling into the Mysterium. But some things were harder, too. He wondered if he had made an unwitting deal with the god of bashing his head into a wall.

### ### bursa eskort ###

Theo spotted Fulin and stayed back, unseen, feeling a little dumbstruck.

The Green Dawn alpha wore a shirt of red flannel with the sleeves torn off that was too small for him and only connected with two buttons at the bottom of his chest. His legs were in gym shorts. Light-up rings decorated his wrists. Puppy face, buzz cut, nose ring, yin-yang tattoos — he was made for this party douche aesthetic. He swagger-walked to the rhythm of the music, his dick-print shrunken to something halfway reasonable.

He was getting some female attention and a *lot* of male one. He beamed at every compliment guys threw toward his muscles.

With him was Celeste Lee, the Dusk Howlers’ Bloomdancer. Her hair was in two buns. She wore a sheer dress over spacey clothing that bordered on skimpy.

Theo drew close as the two Primals separated, Celeste moving to the bar.

Fulin was fixated on a trio of tipsy women who giggled as he flexed his arms. More girls looked on.

Theo took a deep breath of not-so-delicious club air and threw himself into Fulin’s chest.

“Hey honey!”

Fulin’s smile faltered, then turned into a wide grin. “Missed me?”

“Hardly,” Theo said. “I fucked Mako. What if I don’t need you anymore?”

Fulin grabbed Theo’s head, digging into his hair. Under some excited girls’ squeals, the muscleman kissed Theo’s neck.

“You want this, faggot,” Fulin said into Theo’s ear.

“I dunno. Mako is much nicer than you. And he kissed me on the lips.”

Fulin grabbed Theo by the hips and tossed him in the air, onto his own hips. He pressed his crotch into Theo’s and let him feel the dick pulsing to greater size for a second. “You like asshole douchebags, though. You like being an alpha’s dumb bitch, faggot.”

Theo’s resolve and courage crumbled. He wanted to beg and worship. “Yes sir.”

Fulin let him drop. “Fuck. I *just* got here. You have such an effect on me. Where did you fuck Mako? Show me.”

“We already gave the key back. You’d have to ask Paris.”

Fulin pushed Theo ahead. “He’s upstairs right? He’ll say yes? Does he want to watch? Join?”

Theo twisted around while walking. “You’d be okay with that?”

“Anything if it gets me your ass.”

“You’re kinda scary when you’re this serious.”

Fulin shrugged. “Too scary to get my dick sucked?”

“…No?”

“Then suck it up, faggot. I’m serious about getting your ass.”

Paris was in fact in the lounge, getting a lap dance from Ace. They didn’t seem serious about it, more like a tipsy dare or experiment, but Theo kind of wished he’d gotten to see them take it further.

Willow, Vienna, Duke and Chase were playing a drinking game.

“Hi Ace,” Fulin said. “Shit, I forgot you’re here because of me. Babysitting took forever. You met Theo yet?”

“Tank, my boy. Sure did meet Tee. I watched… when… a thing…”

Theo used the opportunity to grope Fulin’s pecs under the flannel. “I told him about Mako.”

“Ah,” Ace said. “I watched that. Jizzed on Tee’s face.”

Fulin chuckled. “You’re such a slut.”

“Me or Ace?” Theo asked.

“You,” Fulin said. “My cousin’s a king who happens to be gay, you’re a faggy fuckhole, twink.”

Theo thought about sending a ‘pulse’ but he had made a promise to himself to never do that again without a lot of talk beforehand. He pinched Fulin’s nipple and got a reaction plus a growl.

“So, Paris,” Fulin said. “My lovely royal icon, my hero, my friend from the good old days. I heard you can get us a little hideout.”

Paris raised his hands I defeat and got up. “Sorry Tank. I had to give the shack key back. They’re having an act perform. No place in Neon Sin to fuck in peace. No spare dressing room, no backstage.”

“Toilet stall?” Fulin asked.

“With your shoulder width?” Paris asked.

“Oh come on. If I can have a threesome with two dudes, you can leave your palace for a cabin.”

Paris frowned then laughed. “I didn’t know I was invited to join.”

Fulin hugged Theo tightly. “I mean if I *can* have this hole all to myself, I’ll take it.”

“No no,” Paris said. “I’m in, I’m just surprised I didn’t have to fight you on that. Anyway, I’ll be back in a second. Don’t start without me.”

“Bring me a drink, please. Beer.”

Paris chuckled. “Of course. Gotta keep it heterosexual while you rail boy hole.”

Theo kept pressing himself into Fulin even when the Primal loosened his grip. “Fulin?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t call me names outside of sex.”

“Only if you call me sir in general from now.”

“What? No.”

“Okay, no deal then, faggot.”

It was pathetically hot to get degraded and overridden like that. Theo groped Fulin’s dick and felt the dazzle fade — or the metamorphosis revert, whichever it was — as the tool turned immense again.

“You’ll need a chaperone, right?” Ace said. “I’m in.”

“Isn’t it… weird?” Theo asked, nodding at the maroon haired man’s cousin.

“Yeah, but it’s more hot than escort bayan it’s weird.”

Paris returned, out of breath. “Rented the lounge beside this one. We gotta stay low, so the folks on the dancefloor can’t see.”

Theo looked at the three lounges on the opposite side. “What about those?”

Paris grinned. “Rented those, too. Should be clearing out now in a minute.”

### ### ###

Ace leaned against the door as if to guard it.

The three men on the sofa were naked within seconds.

Fulin took a sip from his beer and grunted. “Paris, my friend, we gotta get your bitch a jockstrap or something.”

“I find myself surprisingly in agreement,” Paris said. “Although I suspect you just don’t like to look at dicks, huh? I can think of a few things Theo would look good in.”

The shaman was squeezed in between the Primal alpha and the Stygian prince — their legs touching his legs. The tops were jerking themselves hard, slowly. Theo’s dick was chubbing but he resolved not to touch it. His hands traced the shoulder blades of his tops.

“Never thought,” Paris said, “I’d get to see the Tank’s barrel in action. I confess, I was always hoping you’d leak a sex tape or something.”

“Don’t have any.”

“Really, Tank? By your degree of self-love?”

Fulin shrugged, massive legs apart, squeezing Theo in. Another beer sip. “Chicks can’t take my real size. Chicks don’t like dick pics. No point.”

“I can film,” Ace offered, chuckling. Fulin flashed him a middle finger without looking.

“Time to start,” Paris said and pushed Theo’s head into the alpha’s crotch.

Theo started licking, kissing and sucking the dick which was much too big to fit into his mouth. First gear was enough make Fulin tense up, then fully relax. He put the bottle on the table under Thomas Aquinas’ glowing eyes. “Fucking fuck, yes.”

Theo was on all fours on the sofa. Pressure at his rear and hands gripping his hips told him Paris wasn’t waiting. He had no separate way of controlling his power for each entrance so Paris got as much as Fulin.

“Tank, buddy,” the prince said. “Since I’m kindly sharing my bitch with you, may I have a go at the barrel?”

“That’s not what I call my dick,” Fulin said. “I’m not that tacky. Honestly, if the faggot steps it up, you could cut a kidney out of me and I wouldn’t care.”

Paris hit Theo’s ass. “You heard him, slut. Next level.”

Theo started mixing first and second gear. There was no more talking. Fulin was a wall of abs in front of his face, rubbing off on him with spasms and tremors. Paris’ fucking was shaky but deep, using the prince’s whole body for thrust.

The two tops were making enough noise Theo wasn’t sure the club’s music would fully cover them.

Fulin’s violence increased, slapping Theo all over while Paris held the bottom’s head in place by the neck, against the alpha’s face humping.

During a moment of first gear, Theo managed to look up. Ace was closer now, leaning on the low sofa backrest.

“What is it like?” Ace asked. “Can I get a description? Tank?”

“Right now,” Fulin said through huffs, “it’s ‘only’ up there with the best sex ever. Like after an hour of edging.”

Paris sighed deeply. “I keep thinking I’m definitely cumming this time, every five seconds.”

“But there’s more,” Fulin said. “Isn’t there, faggot? Come on, blow my mind again. That’s iiiiiit fuuuuuuhhh-“

Theo mixed in some max level and the tops collapsed over him. They narrowly avoided rolling off the sofa.

Fulin punched Theo in the side to turn him around. “Turn. Turn, fuckhole!”

Paris stayed inside Theo while the bottom rolled onto his back. “I thought you didn’t want to see a dick?”

“Don’t care,” Fulin said. “I want to be inside that fuckslut. Throatrape it.”

The alpha stood up, surely visible to the crowd below. His face took on an expression of focus while his chest continued to rise and fall rapidly. Theo granted Paris a full power moment while the Primal shrank his dick.

It was probably half its previous size when Fulin came back onto the sofa and grabbed Theo’s jaw, holding him in place. The dick worked its way in.

The bottom’s magic powers were working with him, but not as much as they did for his ass. It was a struggle but Fulin kept a rhythm going that allowed Theo to breathe, even at third gear.

“Man,” Ace said. “I can tell when he goes all out cause you two look like you’re fighting for your lives every time.”

Except he was wrong. Theo didn’t use full power during a blowjob because that made the top lose control. The tops knew that, too, since no more max power spikes were coming. They seemed content for a while.

“Trade you?” Paris said.

“Sick of that ass?” the alpha asked.

“Never, but I want to see you at true size in my slut.”

“Can do, your majesty.”

Theo expected them to swap positions around him, but the moment Paris had pulled out, Fulin grabbed him and spun him around like he weighed nothing.

The alpha stuck his half-sized dick in and started gorukle escort fucking. Theo didn’t dare to go past first gear. Paris nice, dark cock rubbed on his lips and invaded.

Before his vision was taken up by the prince’s slender, black body, Theo saw the eager stare Paris directed at the dick sinking into his ass.

Fulin went big. It felt so much better than Theo had remembered. Was there even a way to feel anything better than this? What more could his power grant? Apparently a lot since the tops remained eager for higher levels.

Theo risked using his full power and Fulin went nuts, fucking so wild he practically slammed the arching Theo into Paris’ crotch and kept pushing the prince toward the edge of the sofa’s u-shape.

“Guys,” Ace said. “Keep this up and someone’s gonna see that pretty royal backside humping something.”

Theo let them drag him back to the sofa’s center and kept going.

The Stygian top was kindly holding almost still, rubbing his dickhead on the bottom’s tongue and letting him help out with a hand. Theo could have kept this up for an hour although he was hoping for a change in position at some point. Moving between gears was as instinctual as shifting his hips.

The alpha’s dick was just too good. Theo wasn’t losing his sanity but it almost felt like he should. Seriously, too good.

It was annoying him that the perfect dick wasn’t on his potential boyfriend but on a straight jock who — as much as he was a cute, babysitting puppy — was an asshole. It also annoyed Theo how much Fulin was right — he craved a jock being mean to him.

Paris dropped back with a long sigh. “C-can we take a break. I’m going to drop. Seriously. Maybe I just need to rehydrate. Need a sip, babe?”

“Please, sir.”

Fulin pulled out, too. “Okay. Give me five.” He slapped Theo’ legs shut, making the bottom roll onto his side. “Don’t flash me your dick when I’m not fucking you, faggot.”

“Sorry, sir.”

“You better be, hehe.”

“Guys,” Ace said, looking at his phone. “We got a situation.”

Paris pulled his own phone from the tangle of clothes at the sofa edge. “Shit. Okay, Tank, were done here.”

“Can we come back?” Fulin asked, concerningly angry.

“Maybe it can wait… a minute. Slut, make us cum fast.”

Fulin pushed his dick back into Theo all the way. The blond shaman arched and exhaled, eyes wide.

“S-slow, sir, please.”

Fulin spat in his face. “What was that?”

“I… thank you, sir.”

The alpha leaned in, hands on Theo’s shoulders, touching his neck. “Give me nothing less than maximum. Drain my cock, faggot.”

Theo complied and watched Fulin got crazy, fucking into him like he wanted to vibrate him to pieces.

The shaman waited until Ace waved him to hurry up and made Fulin cum. The top whined, grabbed Theo by the neck, leaned in and screamed in his face with an expression so angry Theo felt fear. Precum trickled off Theo’s dick onto his abs.

Fulin pushed himself away and collapsed against the backrest, breath going hard. Cum squirted from the bottom’s hole.

Paris laid on top of Theo, humped his dick into him and hugged him tight. It was romantic and gentle by comparison but a max power race to orgasm was a hard fuck even with the caring embrace of the prince.

By the time Fulin was dressed, Paris added his load to the alpha’s and held Theo tightly.

“Okay… I can think again,” Paris said. “If your power didn’t take a break after cumming, babe, I don’t know what I’d do.”

Ace sat down next to them. “The situation?”

“Right,” the prince said and sat up. “Sorry, my little slut but it’s about you.”

“What?”

“Preliminary attachment to your file.” Ace held up his phone. It played a video. A room lit by neon in various colors falling in through slits between the wall segments. A hot Japanese guy with a blissed out but crying face humping with abject despair into a blond twink laying with his chest on a crate, huffing Rush. Ace wasn’t in view.

Mako looked scarily terrified as he learned about one of the higher levels of power.

“Fuck.”

Ace pulled the phone away. “Alias account. Mako is tracking it. He’s the admin but he’s not at his computer right now. And he just texted me. He had already set it to ‘no downloads’, now it’s taken down.”

“Still leaves the question of who,” Paris said. “I’m such an idiot. I didn’t stand guard. I just left you guys there. I should have told Chase… Is Chase a suspect now?”

Theo got dressed, feeling raw and satisfied. He wanted to keep cuddling with somebody.

“Mako again,” Ace said. “It’s from Aaron’s phone.”

“Let’s go,” Fulin said. “We’ll find that fucker.” He grinned at Theo. “It’s nothing new for a cockslut but they can’t do my boy Mako like this.”

Theo hummed and glanced down at his shoes as he slipped into them.

Fulin put a finger under Theo’s chin and made him look up. “Hey dude, it was a joke. I’m not horny anymore, so I’m nice again.”

“Oh, right,” Theo said. “I like nice Fulin a lot.”

The alpha flexed in his sleeveless flannel. “I’m a protector. You’re my charge. Simple as fuck. Come on.” He nodded and swaggered out.

Ace was spinning the dagger in his hand until they reached the stairs and the Primal in mesh, fishnets and a harness glamoured the blade away at his boot again. “Blood Drop’s never tasted Aaron but Duke is straight ahead.”

Hi! After a long break, I started writing again! I was reading a lot of books in the last months, which gave me inspiration to write a little myself again. Always feel free to give feedback if you liked or also if you disliked the story/idea. If the comments are positive, I will continue this story and make things spicier. Here is a short summary for you to check if the story is appealing to you…

This story takes place in a fantasy world. Also, it is a lot more about world-building than in my other stories and takes it slow. The setting is the royal magic academy, where students from all different races study to become magicians in their future. The protagonist, Cindy, is a young and shy succubus who tries to find her place in this world. Not only has she a lot of troubles to deal with, she also has a big secret…

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Cindy stood in front of the gates of the Royal Magic Academy. Only individuals with strong magic power within get the possibility to study at this brilliant place. And it seems like Cindy was one of them, holding a lot of potential. She turned 20 this year and was so excited about finally making her dream come true; becoming a magician. Cindy was a succubus, but a rather special one, when it comes to her personality. She had long black hair, a pair of yellow eyes, a pointy nose, and a fit, athletic body. Her skin had a shade of red, and she got two tiny horns that barely reached out of her hair, making her look almost human, most likely because she is a halfblood indeed. She was wearing two silver earrings; one of them is a gift she got from her mother. As Cindy walked through the giant metallic gates on the clean and white marble tiles underneath her, she spotted a lot of other students that also made their way to their first day at the academy. She could see various races, lots of humans, but also elves, orcs, demi-humans, and many others. After thousands of years of war, the races all agreed to a peace treaty, and even if there were still tensions, all races were allowed to attend the Royal Academy. Cindy walked through the imposing doors of the main complex and made her way to the offices to get her ID. As she handed over her papers, the administrator looked at her and raised his eyebrow.

“There must be a mistake, your papers state you are a succubus…?” he said and looked at Cindy, like he was scanning her body. She was wearing long blue jeans that went up to her ankles, paired with a white sweater that showed no cleavage and covered the entirety of her shoulders, and a black hat that covered up her small – almost not noticeable–horns.

“Umm, yup, whats the problem?” she said confused and leaned over to the papers.

“Well, umm… nothing. I was just confused for a moment…,” he said and looked at her clothing again, “… and we didn’t have a succubus in our academy for around 4 years now. But sorry for the confusion, welcome at the academy!” He said and handed her over her ID. With a shrug of her shoulders, Cindy walked away and made her way to the opening ceremony. Then she got assigned to her class she will spend the next year at the academy with, class 1D.

She entered her classroom, then took off her hat and chose a place to sit. There were a lot of different races as well: humans, elves, orcs, some demi-humans with ears and tails, and also two lizzardmen. But soon Cindy noticed that her classmates started to chatter and point in her direction, like she was something very unusual. The professor, who introduced himself later as Professor Klein, started a welcome speech, and after all the students gave a short introduction of themselves, they began with the lesson right away. The first lessons were about element control, and the first task was to light a small flame in the palm of the students hands by burning a small amount of their mana. No student had any problems doing this simple form of magic… except Cindy. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t manage to perform this simple task.

“Miss Plee, whats the matter? All of the students here, including you, have a tremendous amount of magic capacity, which means great potential for magic! What is it that stops you from performing such a simple task, I just explained it to you!” he said and touched her hand, which made Cindy blush. “Ah, now it all makes sense,” he said as he let go of her hand. “You have a strong talent for magic, but your mana reserves are totally drained. Listen to the lesson, but be sure to refill your reserves until tomorrow, alright?” he said and was about to turn around again.

“Excuse me… what do you mean by that?” Cindy asked carefully.

“You are asking me that? You are a succubus; I am sure you are well aware of what I meant. So make sure to be fit tomorrow if you want to take part in the lessons!” he said and continued with his teachings. For the rest of the day, Cindy paid attention to magic theory, and as bursa sınırsız escort the bell rang, she walked home. There was a question in her head, and she knew who she could ask for help.

As Cindy opened the door, she put her bag next to it and took off her shoes. In the entrance, there was also one pair of women’s shoes and two pairs of men’s shoes. “Im home, mom!” Cindy shouted as she closed the door behind her. No answer. She walked up the stairs and heard some weird noises in her mother’s room. Quietly and without knocking, she opened it up and saw two young handsome men, one human and one orc, and her mom as well. Her mom was, just like Cindy, a succubus. She looked like she was in her 30s, but even Cindy didn’t know her actual age, she forgot. Her mother had long black hair aswell, an alluring face, and, just like Cindy, a pair of bright yellow eyes. Her large tits wiggled around, and while one of the guys was penetrating her from behind in doggy stile, the room was lit in flickering candlelight, with the other guy sitting at the edge of the bed, resting.

“Hey honey, ahhh…, how was your first day at the Academy?” her mother asked without stopping her activities. Cindy rolled her eyes.

“It was great, mom, and can you please tell me before, if you have guests? Gosh, I already told you that a million times, and its every time the same…” she sighed and tried to cover her eyes with her hand, but eventually gave up.

“Uhhh yeahh sorry honey, hmmm… talk later in the living room?” she said, half moaning.

“Whatever mom…” Cindy hissed and left the room. “Every time the same with her…” she thought as she sat down in a chair. Around 10 minutes later, her mom entered the living room with a bathrobe but didn’t even bother to close it tight. Cindy told her a little bit about her day, then came right to the question that was on her mind.

“Mom, today a teacher told me I need to recharge my mana for tomorrow; otherwise, I can’t take part in the lessons. I thought… you can help me explain what he meant??” She asked and just saw her mother starting to laugh. “Whats so funny?” she questioned and saw the orc from earlier leaving the house.

“Well, for a succubus, you are one of a kind, I doubt that there is one like you… but you need to get some new perspectives if you want to use magic,” her mother giggled while changing into underwear in front of her. “Alright, I am going to the street market, buying something for dinner. Damien can explain the rest and maybe help you if you ask nicely; he is still upstairs, I think!” she said as she put on a short skirt and rushed to the door.

“Wait, mom, you didn’t really answer my…” Cindy shouted after her, but her mother had already shut the door. “Great, very helpful,” she said to herself and climbed the stairs.

This time she knocked on the door, but then entered without waiting for an answer. The guy from earlier was about to get changed; he already had his pants on and was about to put on his shirt. Cindy looked at his muskular body, and started to understand what her mother finds in guys like him. “Umm… sorry about disturbing you earlier… I’m Cindy,” she said and cleared her throat. “Awkward…” she whispered.

“Oh, you’re Lita’s daughter for sure; you look just like her. How can I help you?” He asked with a smile.

“Well, my mom told me that you can help me recharge my mana, so umm…” she says and sits down on the bed.

“Oh sure, yeah, I would love to!” he said and started to undress again.

“Uhh… excuse me, what are you doing?” Cindy asked confused.

“Well, you wanted me to help you?”

“Yeah, but can you please let your pants on?”

“Oh dear… so your mom really didn’t lie about you… a 20-year-old virgin succubus… with no clue about her powers and heritage.”

“Wait what? Who said I am a virgin? I mean, I am clearly not!” she said blushing.

“Your expression just told everything. So let me tell you about how a succubus can absorb mana. You naturally have a high affinity for magic, but as you probably already suspected, a succubus refills their magic powers by… sexual encounters.”

She in fact knew a little bit about her kind and what people say about them, but she didn’t know that the sexual encounters had something to do with the mana inside her. But she knew she needed the mana for her studies.

“Alright, let’s get over with this, would you let me…?” Cindy said and suddenly blushed, “…would you let me suck your cock?” She couldn’t believe she actually said that. How embarassing.

“Oh my, how could I reject such a cute offer? Such a face is something you won’t ever see from a succubus!” He laughs and takes off his underwear. He reveals his already hard cock, which measured around 13 cm, or 5 inches, a measurement a traveler from another world once brought into this realm, but no one really understood.

“What am I doing? Is this bursa otele gelen escort large? I mean, it sure looks pretty large!” Cindy thought and got on her knees, without even knowing what the hell she was doing. She nervously touched his dick, but also with a little bit of curiosity. “What now?” she asked with a red face.

“Well, you can stroke it a little, or have a taste… I won’t rush you…” Damien said, and a smile appeared on his face. He couldn’t believe his luck. Cindy started to gently stroke the hard cock in front of her, then moved up her face. She noticed a weird smell, and her succubus senses activated. She could smell the remains of cum and his scent. She stretched out her tongue and gently licked the tip of it before slowly taking it inside her mouth. Cindy moved her tongue in circular patterns around the shaft as she took more of it in her mouth without even understanding what she was doing. Damien started to let out loud moans as she took more of his cock in her mouth and moved her tongue faster. She quickly stopped. “Oh, sorry, am I doing something wrong?” she asked shocked, not wanting to hurt him. “Oh no, no! Don’t stop! No way you never did that before!” he said, holding her head gently and pushing his cock back in her mouth. Cindy wanted to complain, but for some reason just started to suck on the cock again like she did before she stopped, like it was a natural reflex. Her yellow eyes started to shimmer as she took more and more of his cock in her mouth, until she was at her limit. And not only she was. Without a warning, Damien started to grunt, and a warm liquid shot into Cindy’s mouth. She moved her head back and opened her mouth, not swallowing any of the cum. “You don’t have to swallow if you don’t want to…” Damien said as he could see the disgust on her face. But then a small portion of it ran down her throat and let her yellow eyes sparkle for a moment. Without understanding the reason, she swallowed the rest of it and took Damien’s cock in her mouth again, licking it clean. Then she started sucking the last drops out of it before pulling back in shock. “Oh, I am so sorry… I didn’t mean to… I mean, I don’t know why I… that’s so embarassing it’s not like I…” she started to stutter, confused by her own feelings. But Damien just laughed and petted her head. “No need to explain. See you around Cindy!” he said and put on his clothes again, then left the house. And Cindy? She was still sitting on the floor, her thoughts spinning in confusion. “Why the hell did I do that? That was so fucking embarrassing!” she said out loud. She walked into the kitchen and got herself a glass of water while trying to process her feelings. She remembered the lessons from today and tried to light a small flame on her hand, just like the professor told her. And to her surprise and shock, a large, raging flame appeared and almost burned the cabinets on the wall. She could feel the power within her, the new energy. “It worked… it really worked!” she said. With a smile, she walked in her room and trained a little bit to control the intensity of the flame on her hand better. All she could think about now was continuing her magic studies, she soon forgot about this new ‘recharge’ method and the new side of herself she explored earlier…

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The next day in the academy, Cindy effortlessly summoned a flame on the palm of her hand, and not just a small one. “Well done, Cindy. It looks like you did find a source to recharge your mana, and I thought this would be a rough year for you. Keep it up and…,” he said and whispered the rest of the sentence in her ear, “…if you ever have troubles with Mana, you can always discuss such matters with me in the future, alright?” He finished his sentence and turned back to the class. Cindy just stared at the board in confusion, trying to figure out what that meant, but was then distracted by the rest of the lesson. As the bell rang into breaktime, Cindy noticed that groups had already formed in her class. As typical, the elves sit by themselves, and also the orcs seemed to have formed a group by themselves. “Some cultural boundaries are still hard to overcome…” Cindy thought.

“But wait, shit, where are my people!” she then said, noticing she is the only succubus, and then tried to approach one group of girls, consisting of humans, demi-humans, and one female orc. But as Cindy approached them, she noticed some weird looks they threw at her, and she immediately turned away. “Why do they look like they hate me?” she thought to herself and walked back to her seat. Just as she was about to sit down, another group, consisting of 2 human guys, one orc, and two demi-humans with cat-like ears, approached her.

“Hey, you must be Cindy?” A blonde guy said and waved his hand. “I am Brendon, but you can call me Bren. This is Tom…” he said and bursa eve gelen escort pointed at the other human, “Garry and Kev.” He said, pointing at the demi-humans, “And this tall, muscular gentleman is Drol!” He finished his introduction.

“But you can call me Drol!” the orc grunted. Yeah, they are tall and muscular, but not the brightest as it seems. Cindy chatted a little with the guys while catching jealous looks from some of the girls, without understanding the reason behind it.

Later, the magic lessons got interrupted for an hour of sport. It was mandatory to not just train the mind but also the body at this academy. In the women’s dressing room, Cindy started to change into her sportswear and took off her jeans and long sweater. As her clothes went off, she revealed a pair of big C cup boobs, round and well formed, and changed into a sports bra. The girls in the changing room started to get a little jealous, and yet again, Cindy had no clue what was happening. Until a girl hit Cindy’s shoulder with her hand; it was surprisingly an elf.

“Eyo, nice body, girl!” she said and laughed. Her long blonde hair fell behind her shoulders, and she was clearly proud of her tall, fit body. “I am Elaine; you must be Cindy?” she said, and a friend of hers, an even taller orc girl, appeared behind her. “Tammy. Nice to meet you,” she said, short-tempered.

“Don’t mind the others; they are just jealous!” Elaine continued and yet again hit Cindy on her shoulder, a rough, non-typical behavior for an elf. But Cindy was happy she didn’t get ignored completely, and some people seemed to have interest in her. And like that, the lesson started. First warm-ups, and then the sport professor Jean split them into teams and let them play with a ball while teaching them to improve their physical abilities with mana. After a whole hour of playing, Cindy did pretty well but noticed that her mana slowly left her body. A weird feeling of exhaustion came over her, and she had to rest on the bench for a while. Soon after, professor Jean ended the lesson and sat next to Cindy.

“Hey, you did pretty well, but you don’t look good. Are you okay?” He asked, worried, with professionalism in his voice. Cindy started to sweat a lot and can feel her body getting hot.

“I don’t know; I think I just exhausted myself.” She replied. But then the professor took a deep breath, smelling a weird odor, and his whole expression changed. “Umm… if you ever need help, Cindy, I am here for you,” he said. But Cindy jumped up.

“I think I am fine again; thanks for your help! See you tomorrow!” she said and rushed into the changing room. What was that? What a weird change in his behavior. She shook her head and started to undress. Just as she was about to take off her bra, she stared in the faces of Bren, Tom, and Grol. The rest of the guys seem to have left already.

“Ummm… am I in the wrong room?” Cindy asked nervously while her face turned red like a tomato, as she dropped her towel she was just about to use to wipe off the sweat from her forehead.

“Yup,” Bren replied cool. “But no worries, that can happen!” he said and picked up her towel. But as he breathed in, also his behavior changed. “But… since you are already here…” he said and looked at her. He gently touched her shoulder, and Cindy wanted to slap him or jump away, but didn’t even flinch. She let him proceed and could feel her body getting hotter and hotter. As a result, Drol and Tom, who were confused about Bren’s actions, now also approached her. Bren started to take off Cindy’s bra, revealing her perfect round tits. But she didn’t say a word; she just let it happen, wanting it herself. But why? She didn’t know. The other guys started to undress as Brent sucked on Cindy’s nipple, making her moan a little. She then kneeled in front of the guys and opened her mouth, and without a word started to suck on Tom’s cock. It was around the same size as Damien’s from yesterday, maybe a little smaller. She greedily sucked on it, more, deeper, faster. Meanwhile, the other two guys watched her, and then Brent got out his cock as well; it was a little larger. He gently grabbed Cindy’s head, moved her away from Top, and pushed his cock in her mouth. Meanwhile she grabbed Tom’s cock and stroked it, but soon after he came on her face, not being able to hold back any longer. Also, Brent started to grunt while saying ‘Good girl’ and then emptied his balls down her throat, letting Cindy swallow his whole load. Next, she turned to her left, where Drol stood, who was about to take out his cock. All the time he was just waiting quietly, and what Cindy then saw surprised her. A 20-cm, or 8-inch, large cock was hanging in front of her face.

“I know it’s not a big cock for an orc, but I hope you like it.” Drol said and let Cindy smell it. “Not big for an orc? What the hell?” Cindy thought and opened her mouth, trying to fit in as much as she can. Which wasn’t much. As she reached half of his size, she also reached her limits, unable to take it in further. But it didn’t matter; Grol was clearly satisfied as he slowly started to move his hips. It also didn’t take that long for him to cum as well, and Cindy struggled to swallow the huge amount of his cum. As he withdrawled, she looked at the guys, started to blush, mumbled a short apology, and rushed out of the room. “What did I do?” she thought embarrassed.

Devilla

“Is it normal for kitsune to fight like this?” I questioned Nivera, speaking in a whisper so as not to disturb the ongoing spar. They were on their third match and Lucy was trying to find the real Chloe among not only three demonoid figures, but two foxes.

Not that the exact numbers meant much when even Chloe’s illusionary selves seemed capable of changing form, and the whole lot of them were constantly mixing up their placement.

“Nobody fights like Chloe,” Nivera replied, pride evident in her voice.

“Though she is technically copying your dam’s fighting style,” Sallina chimed in, drawing my attention. She met my gaze with a warm smile, which I hesitantly returned. I was admittedly unsure how to feel about her recent display of protectiveness. I wanted to be upset that my girlfriend had been treated so harshly, yet I was also grateful that she would go so far for me… It had almost felt as if she were ready to die for me, ridiculous as that thought was.

“More like resurrecting it,” Nivera corrected, thankfully giving me an excuse to break eye contact with Sallina. “She built her fighting style off tall tales and rumors, as much as anything – stories about how Issa turned back a human army by making them think she had an army of her own, and how she made the Heroine herself so dizzy she started throwing up and had to flee the battle… Your dam was extremely popular back in her day, from what I can tell. About on par with your Mom.”

“More popular with some people,” Chloe chimed in, somehow standing right next to us despite the fact that Lucy was still battling three demonoid Chloes and two foxes. “I’m not actually sure what’s true and what wasn’t, so I’ve just focused on recreating everything I can in my own way! I think she’d have approved, though.”

“I’m sorry,” I interrupted, “but are you actually talking to us in the middle of a fight? Or is this just another illusion?”

“Why not both?” Chloe shrugged before suddenly just… disappearing.

I double checked to make sure there was no fox on the ground.

“Ignore her,” Nivera grumbled. “She’s just showing off. Like she doesn’t have enough of a handicap with not being able to use illusions directly on herself…”

Sallina laughed, a full hearted sound that had one hand on her stomach and the other on her mouth as she tried to hide her smile.

“I’m sorry, dear,” she said, answering my questioning gaze. “It’s just… it’s hard to believe that I’m watching Chloe lead the Heroine around by the nose… Not to mention the jovial attitude you girls are all taking. It almost makes me feel like I’m the crazy one here…”

“Chloe isn’t exactly a fair metric to judge anyone by,” Nivera pointed out, a touch of pride in her voice. “She’s basically a force of nature.”

“But Lucy’s hits still connect sometimes, don’t they?” Sallina challenged. “And when they do, Chloe isn’t being sent hurtling away… if that’s all the power she can manage, then I find myself more worried about what she’ll do to ‘Eena’s’ heart than what she’ll do to Devilla’s body.”

“…You noticed, then?” I asked, unable to prevent the blush that climbed my cheeks. “Our feelings for one another?”

“It was fairly obvious once I was calm enough to look,” Sallina confirmed, drawing a snort from Abigail and a nod from Nivera.

“You’re not exactly great at hiding your weaknesses, sis,” Nivera tacked on.

“I’d hardly list Lucy among my weaknesses,” I protested, unable to help a frown. “If anything, she’ll be of great help with taking my offer of peace to human lands… not to mention the emotional boon it is simply having her in my life, bursa merkez escort for however long it’ll last.”

“Yeah, yeah, love’s a strength,” Nivera replied, rolling her eyes. “Look, I get it. I’m in love too, remember? But I’m serious. You’re going to need to wade into the political sphere if you want to get the whole tower behind this nonsense, and you dating the Heroine? Isn’t the best look. There will be people claiming she found some way to charm or seduce you into a trap, or that you’re giving us all up for the sake of sex.”

“That’s ridiculous,” I scoffed. “Anyone who spends five minutes with Lucy can tell she’s sincere.”

“So what?” Abigail asked, her arms crossed and eyes narrowed. She was a bit cross with me – probably because I’d kicked all this off to begin with by sending her on a hunt for peppermint oil, when the room didn’t even need spider protection to begin with… “You just want to just line everyone up and have them meet her?”

“Well…”

“Don’t act like you’re actually considering it!”

“I’m not!” I protested. “Not exactly anyway… I was just trying to think through how it would go, and what might go wrong…”

“That’s the same thing as considering it!”

“Good luck getting any of the bloodliners to change their minds, whatever you do,” Nivera interjected, with a snort. “I doubt most of them will care whether they’re right or wrong about her, anyway. They’ll just see an excuse to argue and a chance to gain concessions.”

“What Nivera isn’t saying,” Sallina interrupted with a frown, “is that she’s already mentally volunteered me, Chloe, and herself to help with keeping things calm. If you could keep your relationship secret from the rest of the tower for now, though, I do believe that would be best.”

“I thought us helping was implied,” Nivera muttered by way of answer, a faint tinge of red upon her cheeks.

“And are you alright with that?” I asked Sallina, arching an eyebrow. She might be laughing now, but I couldn’t forget the venom in her voice when she addressed Lucy before. “With all of this?”

“If you mean Nivera’s plan, then of course I’m all for helping you,” Sallina began, giving me a warm smile before letting out a tired sigh. “But we both know better. You want my thoughts on your relationship with Lucy, don’t you?”

“I don’t need your full opinion,” I replied, tensing a little. I was vaguely aware of Abigail taking my hand again, giving it a reassuring squeeze from her place atop the bed. “I simply wish to know if you object to me being with Lucy.”

“Object? No. I know better than to tell a young lady who she can and can’t date. Especially when that young lady has already gone through so much at the hands of adults like me.”

“I’m an adult myself,” I pointed out, unable to resist frowning up at the woman. Though I fear it may have come across more as a pout, from the way it caused her frown to turn into a smile.

“That you are,” Sallina assured me. Despite my fears, her tone wasn’t patronizing, but the warm look in her eyes somehow still managed to make me feel like a child before her. “But you’re also a young lady, who’s got many mistakes to make and lessons to learn still ahead of her. I only hope this isn’t one of them…”

“It isn’t,” I declared, crossing my arms and turning my attention back to the fight. Lucy had just punched her way directly through the chest of one illusion, who replied with a cheeky grin before fading out of existence and reappearing elsewhere. “You’ve seen what Lucy is like. She’s different from the others.”

“So it would seem…” Sallina let out bursa escort bayan another sigh. “But you know, it isn’t like every Heroine is cut from the same cloth…”

“What do you mean?” I questioned her, arching an eyebrow as I reluctantly turned my attention away from the fight. “You can’t mean to tell me we’ve had anyone like her before, right?”

“No,” Sallina admitted. “Not like her. But I’ve read a lot of firsthand accounts from those who’ve survived interactions with Heroines. Soldiers who were lucky enough to avoid being targeted directly… The early reports vary quite a bit from Heroine to Heroine. Some seem terrified during their first battles. Others are filled with righteous fury. One person reported that the Heroine seemed almost regretful to cut them down – they speculated that she might have even let them escape…”

“What happened to her?” I asked, unable to help myself. Nivera’s gaze, too, was on Sallina, as was Abigail’s. I suppose this was news to them as well. “The one who seemed regretful?”

“She went on to turn an entire species to stone.”

“…You can’t mean Jodeyne?” I whispered, my mind flashing to the Heroine who had killed my mother. “There’s no way. The soldier must have been mistaken.”

“That soldier was your dam, you know?” Sallina replied, her voice almost a whisper. “And she wasn’t the only one who saw it, either. Other soldiers were willing to back her up when questioned. The statistics back her up, too – many more demons survived their first encounters with her than normal… At least up until a point.”

“A point?” I asked, nervousness threaded through my voice.

“A point,” Sallina repeated, nodding. “I’m not entirely sure when, but the reports about her started to change. She became less nervous. Less and less of our people survived – and those who did claimed she let them go, much like the early survivors, but this time they were let go so that they could report what she’d done. She wanted us to know that she was the one wiping up our forces…”

“So she changed,” I said, trying to act nonchalant. “War does that. I don’t see what it has to do with Lucy.”

“She didn’t just change,” Sallina warned me. “She went insane. She started torching innocent villages. Slaughtering civilians. And yet every time, she’d let at least one person go, to let us know exactly what she was up to… And before you say anything, dear, you should know that she wasn’t the first. Every Heroine has gone that route, no matter where they started out. At some indeterminate point, they all seem to just… go crazy.”

She turned her gaze away from me, and towards the fight, shaking her head before slithering forward to put her hand on Chloe’s shoulder. The real Chloe’s shoulder, judging by the way the illusions disappeared – including the one who’d spent the last half a minute or so dodging all of Lucy’s attacks.

“I won’t speak against your relationship,” Sallina declared, staring at Lucy. “I won’t interfere from the shadows, or do any of the other political nonsense people get up to in this tower. I just want to know – what makes you different from the other Heroines? What makes you think you’ll be the first and only one to stay sane?”

***

Sallina
***

I stared down at the Heroine, trying my best not to tremble as I met her orange eyes. She didn’t look angry or even irritated, but to me it still felt as if I were staring into the eyes of a hungry monster. One who wanted nothing more than to devour me and everyone I cared about…

I couldn’t let that show, though. Not bursa sınırsız escort in front of Devilla. Not when she clearly cared so much about this girl. Not when she’d only just begun to heal from the last time someone interfered with one of her relationships.

“Um… To be honest…” She hesitated, and for a moment I thought I must have misread the situation. That she hadn’t been paying attention to my conversation with Devilla, and that I’d just embarrassed myself in front of my two pseudo-children and their loved ones… but then she spoke. “I’ve um… never really heard of Heroines going insane before? Not that I’m doubting you! I… get the feeling there’s a lot of things the church hasn’t told me, actually… Still, I can definitely say I’m different from past Heroines!”

“Because you haven’t killed any of us?” I asked, dryly. “It’s true you won’t grow in strength until you do… but are you sure that’s the key to maintaining your sanity?”

“Not at all!” the Heroine admitted. She sounded… surprisingly chipper about it. “I mean, like I said, I really don’t know anything about it in the first place! But as long as I’m weak, Eena can just step in and help, right?”

“So you’ll put it on her to keep you from doing anything wrong?” I questioned. “To keep you from killing us all?”

“Well, part of being in a relationship is depending on each other during times of trouble, right? But don’t worry, I’m not planning to put it all on her! I’ve actually been thinking I should take a trip to the holy capital to get answers, so I guess I’ll just add this to my list of things to ask about! If Heroines really do go insane, maybe they’ll have a way to stop it?”

“And if they don’t?” I persisted, even as I felt Devilla’s glare burning into my back. This was important! Even if it broke my heart to think that Devilla might come to treat me as an enemy for it… “What will you do then?”

“Then Eena and I will figure it out, along with any other friends who want to join in!”

“That…” I wanted to call her out on her naivety, but… she was young, and in love, and willing to do what was right… Maybe that was just what we needed to make progress. Besides which, I’d repeatedly promised that I wouldn’t object to their union, and I was already pushing the boundaries of that. “Very well…”

“Don’t worry!” Lucy declared, still smiling. “Even in the worst case, I know Eena will keep me from killing anyone – demon or human!”

“…I’m sure she will,” I agreed, trying not to think of what that might entail. What that might require from Devilla… I only hoped they’d find a solution, before any drastic measurements were needed.

A knock at the door saved me from my thoughts, drawing my attention to Devilla, who frowned as she moved towards the door.

It would seem we had an uninvited guest.

~~~

Author’s Notes

And we’re back! This chapter’s a lot shorter than I originally intended. Mostly because I didn’t originally intend to end it here… but I wanted to switch the PoV back to Devilla, and I didn’t like the idea of sandwiching Sallina’s part between two of Devilla’s, so… Here we are! (49 and 50 are a bit longer, at least, with both breaking through the 3k mark at least.)

In other chapter-related news, a part of me wanted to have this whole chapter from Sallina’s PoV? Mostly because there’s so much that Devilla’s missing. Like the fact that Chloe totally (secretly) signaled Sallina to let her know which ‘her’ was real. And the fact that Sallina only read about Heroines because she wanted to know what Devilla would have to deal with…

Ultimately, these little details don’t matter that much. Not enough to rewrite what I already had for Devilla, at least. Especially since I’m sick, and I’m already worried about my ability to create a new first person voice on the fly… (Hope Sallina’s voice comes across as unique/hers? Please do let me know in the comments!)

Many thanks, as always, to FallingLeaf for the amazing proofreading!

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Walks like a duck, quacks like a duck but might not be a fucking duck. I think that sentence describes me perfectly. My name is Heidi Tremblay, and I was born in the City of Montreal, province of Quebec, to a French Canadian family. From early on I’ve been a tomboy, excelling at everything from soccer to basketball and cross country. I played rugby at McGill University, where I studied criminology before moving to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, where I started working for the RCMP in a civilian capacity. Not everyone who works for the RCMP is a gun-carrying federal cop. Some of us are office workers.

When people see me, they always tell me that I’m tall. It’s true, at six-foot-one while barefoot, with my blonde hair and icy green eyes, I’m not what anyone would consider short or unremarkable. I stand out in a crowd. Still, there’s more to me than that, you know? Also, even though I’m heavily into bodybuilding, I don’t like people constantly commenting on my muscles or treating me as though being tall and muscular makes me less of a woman. Are female bodybuilders less feminine than other women? I sincerely doubt that. I am very much a woman, thank you very much. Why am I into bodybuilding? I like being fit, and I like being strong. I wish people would stop gawking when they see me but whatever. We live in a world full of idiots, I’ve realized that a long time ago.

Given what I do for a living and my private hobby, it’s not easy for me in the dating game. Tell people that you work for the RCMP and they automatically think you’re a cop. And if you look like you could bench-press a truck ( people think I can, I’ve never tried ) people make all kinds of assumptions about you. A lot of guys are intimidated by me because of my height, my being a bodybuilder, and my level of education and professional achievement. I don’t mind dating men shorter than I am. If I like you, then I like you. Yet men seem to think that just because I’m taller than they are means that I somehow look down on them. That’s not true. The only people I look down upon are those who hurt the innocent. I run into a lot of them in my line of work. That’s why I don’t date guys from work or even remotely connected to what I do for a living.

Yeah, it’s not easy being me. I’m thirty two years old, and I’ve been single for about a year. I honestly cannot recall the last time I’ve had sex. I’m honestly starting to wonder if I might have to start the online escort ataköy dating thing or consult a professional matchmaker to meet a man. Yes, I’m interested in men. I’m one hundred percent heterosexual. Not curious about women in any way, shape or form. You’d think a woman with my good looks, education and money wouldn’t be spending most of her Friday nights on the couch, watching TV and crying herself to sleep at night, but you’d be wrong. The loneliness I felt ran deep, and cut through me like a butcher’s knife. I went to singles events, did the speed-dating and mingling thing and still ended up alone. Yay, welcome to my life.

One day, I actually met someone interesting. A tall, good-looking Black man in a crisp Canadian Armed Forces uniform walked into the RCMP headquarters in Ottawa’s east end, where I work. The man introduced himself as Yousef Suleiman, and met with my immediate supervisor, RCMP captain Joseph McDonald. I’ve worked for Cpt. McDonald for four years and this red-haired, green-eyed old Irishman never smiles. Yet when Yousef Suleiman walked into the office that day, the chief walked up to him and not only smiled, he gave him a hug. The tall Black man smiled and nodded before returning the officer’s hug, and the two walked into the office. For half an hour they talked, and the chief told his secretary, an older Asian lady named Sonya Chang, to hold his calls. Finally, the chief and his friend walked out. At this point, everyone at the office had their curiosity piqued.

The chief looked at me, smiled and introduced me to his friend. Canadian Armed Forces captain Yousef Suleiman had a warm smile and a firm handshake. Also, he was taller than me. Three things I love in a man. He walked out, and I couldn’t help checking out his fine ass. I asked Captain McDonald about him and the chief said he served beside Suleiman in Iraq and Afghanistan. That guy saved my life in Kandahar, the chief said, his voice thick with emotion. I smiled. How about that, I thought. A bona fide hero graced us with his presence today. I went back to my cubicle, and immediately did an online search on Yousef Suleiman.

Sorry to sound all creepy but I was curious. Besides, a gal’s got to do what a gal’s got to do. Yousef Suleiman had two online profiles, one on LinkedIn and one on Facebook. I learned quite a bit about him that afternoon. Yousef Suleiman was born in the City escort avcılar of Calgary, Alberta, to Senegalese immigrant parents. He had a bachelor’s degree in criminology from the University of Calgary and a Law degree from the University of Ottawa. All that and instead of raking in the big bucks as a hotshot lawyer he’d rather serve his country. The chief referred to him as the only good Muslim he knows, which, considering how most white men working in law enforcement feel about followers of Islam, was saying a lot.

I went home with a smile on my face that night, and I ran into the handsome Mr. Yousef Suleiman a day later. I went to the Island Sun restaurant, a Caribbean eatery in the Vanier sector of Ottawa. There, sitting among the Haitian, Jamaican and Lebanese patrons of this authentic Caribbean restaurant sat a tall, well-dressed brother. I smiled at him and he waved at me, recognizing me instantly. I accepted his gracious invitation to join him for dinner, and for the next two hours, I was charmed by a most intelligent and interesting man. When he asked me for my number, I happily gave it to him. We made plans to meet at the Blair movie theater to watch the movie After Earth. I’m a big fan of Will Smith and seeing him in action appealed to me immensely. Yousef liked all things science fiction so he was cool with my choice.

The next day, around six in the afternoon, I met with Yousef Suleiman at the Blair movie theater in the east end of Ottawa. We had a good time and after the movie, we grabbed a bite at East Side Mario’s restaurant at the mall. A good time was had by all, and that’s how my romance with Yousef Suleiman began. I found the guy supremely charming, hot and sexy. The fact that he was educated and successful didn’t hurt either. That’s why I broke one of my most sacred rules. I had sex with him seventeen days after we met. Typically I make a man wait thirty days before he gets within sniffing distance of my pussy. Funny how these things happen, eh?

That’s why I took Yousef Suleiman home that night, and had the best sex of my life. That sexy brother laid me on my bed, made sure I was nice and comfy, then he went to work on me. Yousef licked my pussy, sucked my tits, and then he put me on all fours and slid his thick Black cock into my cunt. That man made me scream in pleasure as I wrapped my strong, muscular legs around him as he pumped his escort küçükçekmece hard dick into my pussy. A lot of men would feel sexually intimidated by a tall, muscular woman bodybuilder in the bedroom but not Yousef Suleiman. He fucked me real good, and totally dominated me in the bedroom. He put me on my knees and gently but firmly told me to suck his dick, which I did with utmost care and dedication. I polished his cock and balls with my lips and tongue, pleasuring him as best I could.

We continued with our fun, with Yousef once more taking me on all fours, smacking my ass and pulling my hair as he thrust his cock inside of me. I felt him slamming into me mercilessly, conquering me and making me yield, and I absolutely loved it. Long had I yearned to find a man who was not intimidated by my height, my strength or my bodybuilding. A man who saw me as a woman and nothing less. A strong man. Yousef proved himself to be that man for me that night as he took me to the edge of passion and back. I screamed loud enough to wake the dead as Yousef laid me on my backs, my big muscular legs in the air, his strong hands gripping my wrists and holding me down as he rammed his dick into my pussy.

I looked into his dark eyes and saw a wildness there I had never seen before in any man, an unyielding, primal passion. Yousef was not like the others. His sexual power was raw, and untamed. It drew me in, and I gave my all to him. We made love like this for hours, until exhaustion claimed us. I lay in Yousef’s arms, my head resting against his hairy chest. My handsome Senegalese-Canadian stud kissed me on the forehead, and then went to sleep. I listened to his strong, steady heart as it thundered rhythmically in his chest. I lay there with a smile on my face, more excited and happy than I could honestly ever recall being. I felt…sated. The sexual hunger I carried inside all these long months was gone, replaced by a feeling of profound satisfaction.

Not that the connection between Yousef and me isn’t merely sexual. With this man I felt safe, and happy. He respected my intelligence, my accomplishments and my opinions. I’m surrounded by paranoid, insecure men and women all day. It’s nice to meet someone who is comfortable in his skin. Unlike a lot of men I meet at work and in my personal life, Yousef knows who he is and what he’s about. His religion is important to him, but he’s by no means a fanatic. He respects me as a woman but he’s not at all like the weak men I meet daily who bend over backwards for women, never realizing that a spine is an essential component of every man in the eyes of most women. Yousef is the one for me. When the right one comes along, every woman simply knows. I went to sleep that night with a smile on my face and a song in my heart.

Casandra was starting to feel a warm glow as she looked at the black man named Jules, that her and her husband Steve had been talking to for the last half hour.

With them was some older white guy whose name she had already forgotten, as she intently watched Steve and Jules talking. It was not lost on her that all three of them had been plying her with drinks, but the older white guy really looked creepy. It looked like he hadn’t had a hair cut in a couple of years, and his crooked teeth with the twisted smile just did not come across as someone she could trust.

There had been some haggling on the price she was going to command, and Steve made it abundantly clear they were not going to settle for less than what had previously been agreed to.

Previously agreed to… wow she thought, I can’t believe were really going through with this. Her and Steve had done some swinging with a couple that they knew from work, and the swinging is what had led up to this evening.

Steve had told her of a guy he knew from work, which happened to be the weird older guy, who supposedly made art films. Even though Cassy was only 22, she knew what the hell art films were, and when Steve told her that they would be paid a lot of money, to let some guy fuck her, he had told her it was no big deal, as the couple they had done a couple of swinging scenes with, hadn’t lasted longer than 10 minutes tops.

So here they were talking about her getting a couple of hundred dollars, for her to strip and let this black guy Jules climb between her legs.

She had gotten a little wet between the legs when she found out it was going to be a black guy, but what the hell, her and Steve had seen plenty of porn movies, for her to know that it might be a fun experience.

While Steve was talking with Jules, the weird older guy kept looking Cassy up and down, trying to gauge how she probably would look without any clothes on. He kept giving her the creeps, but she figured if he was the producer of the movie, she might as well not turn him off.

“Hey Ed, Steve here says we’ve got a deal, but he wants to see the money up front.”

“That’s not a problem, but his wife here seems a little reluctant.”

“That right Mrs. T?”

Cassie just shrugged, like it was no big deal, so the weird older guy pulled out a roll of bills that looked big enough to choke a horse, and he peeled off a couple of one hundred dollar bills, and handed them to her husband.

As he put the rest of his money back in his pocket, he pulled out a small envelope with some funny looking pills, and as he held it between forefinger and thumb, he looked at Cassie and gave her a look like if it was okay to put it in her drink.

It was Steve who saw it and stopped him. “Hey, what the fuck is that for?”

Jules leaned forward and softly told him “It’s okay man, it will just relax her and make her more comfortable with the situation.”

Steve got some wrinkles in his forehead, but Cassie just nodded her head and held her drink out. She figured that if they wanted to make her a little more pliable to work with, she had no problem with that, as her husband had on several occasions passed her some of those funny smokes they he brought along when they did their swinging thing.

Cassie watched the pill dissolve in her drink, and then gulped the whole thing down in one shot.

Jules smiled as he watched the little redhead down the drink, and he knew she would be spreading her legs in no time at all.

It seemed that Ed and several others, had set up a room at the motel across from the bar, where the video equipment was ready to go, so when the deal was made, Ed had pulled out another hundred dollar bill for the waitress that he knew from a previous movie he had made with her, and they all walked out, with Cassie nervously holding her husbands hand as the cool air hit her face when they got outside.

She had told them that her husband had to be present when they did the filming, and they had told her that was no problem.

As Jules followed them across the street to the motel, he kept his eyes on the young redhead’s ass, as she sashayed in front of him. Yep he thought, he was gonna enjoy this little thing, cause he was sure she didn’t realize what was in store for her inside of his baggy pants.

When Steve walked into the motel room, he sensed that they might be in over their heads, as he saw the multiple video cameras already set up, and the big klieg lights, but what got his attention the most was the three other black guys who were there to run the equipment. He noticed the looks in their eyes when they saw Cassie come into the room, and the wry smiles they got on their faces.

He turned to Ed and tried to stop him, but Ed was already telling Jules and Cassie to get over to the bed.

“Wait a minute Ed, this was just supposed to be a quick fuck movie, and who are these other guys?”

“Relax Steve, we made a deal, and the money is in your pocket, so just go sit over there some escort ataköy wheres, while we get setup.”

“But those other guys?”

“What about them… they are here to run the equipment, and when Jules gets tired, they can take over for him…”

Steve started to protest, but he noticed his wife had already taken her top off, and her slacks and thong were going down her thighs.

“Honey…”

Steve noticed that Cassie’s eyes were glazed a little, like she was not aware of her surroundings, and as she tried to step out of her thong, Jules was keeping her from stumbling, and conveniently was mauling one of her small breasts. She didn’t even protest, as Jules lifted her up and placed her on the bed.

“Where you want us boss?”

“Hold on Jules… hey guys, get the fucking video stuff turned on! Jules, why don’t we start with her sitting on the bed, and her pulling you pants off, so I can get a shot of her face when she sees that big cock of yours…”

All of a sudden, the three other black guys were moving the camera’s in for a better shot, and Steve noticed that one of them had already taken all of his clothes off. He knew these niggers were all gonna try and get a piece of his wife, but he also realized that he was out numbered, and wouldn’t be able to protect her if things got out of hand.

“Okay Cassie, pull my pants down, and find out what poppa has in store for you.”

Cassie slowly pulled his slacks down, and as his cock came into view, all she saw was where it was attached to his body. The end of his cock was still not to be seen, and when she hesitated, Jules squeezed her shoulder to get her attention.

“All the way sweetie, cause it gonna be all for you.”

When his cock finally popped out, Cassie in her dazed state noticed that it was MUCH bigger than anything she had ever taken before, or had seen on some of the porn tapes that her and Steve had watched.

“Fuck… that’s too big…”

As Jules kicked his pants to one side, the hand that he had put on her shoulder now went to the back of her head.

“Okay sweetie, show poppa how much your gonna love this black snake.”

His other hand was holding his cock, just behind the cock head, and he rubbed it across her lips, as she tried to pull away.

“Just force it in Jules, let’s stop fucking around!” said Ed.

With a little more pressure on the back of her head, Cassie had no choice but to open up, and when she did Jules shoved about three inches into her mouth.

She put both of her hands against his thighs, trying to stop him, but the drug was ebbing her strength away, plus Jules was just too strong for her to stop.

“You getting this Frank?” Ed was talking to the black guy who must have been no more than a foot away from her face, as Jule’s cock went in another inch.

“Fucking eh, she ain’t fighting it anymore!”

Even in her dazed state, Cassie’s eyes were as big as silver dollars, as she noticed that the black body attached to this giant cock seemed to be almost a foot away.

Her brain was running at full speed, as the drug was starting to loosen her inhibitions, and instead of pushing against his thighs, her nails were now digging into them, as her sexual emotions started to boil.

She gagged a little as the bulbous cock head came to the entrance of her throat.

“Easy little girl, we got all night to get it all down your throat and into your tummy.

Steve had a very worried look on his face as he watched more and more of the giant black cock work it’s way into his wife’s mouth. What he didn’t realize, was that he was also working on trying to lower his zipper so he could message his own cock, which was already rock hard.

Cassie wasn’t sure if it was the drug or what, but her gagging seemed to slow down, as Jules slowly push it into her throat, and then would pull it back out. At the same time, one of Cassie’s hands had found it’s way between her legs, and she started to vigorously frigg her clit, as the black cock found its way further and further into her throat.

She had never been much of a cocksucker, even though it was something that Steve seemed to enjoy, and many times she would gagg on his shorter cock, and tell him that was enough, but now as she felt that piece of man meat enter her throat, and she felt confident that Jules would pull it back out so she could take some breaths of air, she no longer was nervous as the black mans curly black hairs were coming closer and closer to her nose.

Jules pulled most of his cock out, so it was only in her mouth, and he leaned down and told her to take a couple of deep breaths. He said it loud enough so the camera man smiled and made sure everything was in focus.

Cassie felt the cock go into her throat again, and she knew the black man was gonna try and push it all the way in. The drug was wearing off, but not the sexual high she was now experiencing. As the cock head went past her tonsils, escort avcılar she gave a small gagg reflex, but Jules kept pushing and Cassie’s nose now pushed up against the black mans pubes.

“MOTHER FUCKER… she is swallowing the whole fucking thing!!” the camera man said, as he tried to keep the video equipment steady while he was jerking on his cock.

Jules looked down into Cassie’s eyes, and his smile told her that he must have been proud of her.

“See baby, poppa knows how to please his whores… now let’s see if we can open that cunt of yours too.”

As the black cock slowly inched it’s way out of her throat, Cassie now had her fingers digging into the back of Jule’s thighs, trying to coax him into not pulling out.

The lecherous smile on his face, was Jules knowing this white bitch would be his to do with in however many ways that Ed could think of. The Viagra pill he had taken would keep him hard for hours, and the only thing he had to worry about was to be able to produce the cum shots when the white director wanted them.

Steve looked over the shoulder of the black guy with the camera close to Cassie’s face, and as the last of the 13 inches of man meat pulled out of her mouth, he could see her spittle had made the whole black piece of meat wet. He couldn’t believe his little hot wife had swallowed the whole thing, and was brought back to his senses when the camera man turned around and yelled at him.

“Hey fucker, watch where your shooting your cum!”

Steve pulled back, and shot the largest shot of cum that he could ever remember shooting.

Ed knew what that meant, and leaned over to one of the other black guys and told him to give the white husband a couple of hits of the whiskey bottle that stood on the table.

He sensed that once the husband had come down from his high, he might want to call an end to what was going on with his wife, and Ed knew he had way too much film yet to fill.

“Here man, take a couple of swigs of this…”

Steve looked at the Vodka bottle and without thinking, raised it up and took a deep drink of it. When he offered the bottle back to the black guy, he just shook his head, indicating that he could take another drink.

The Vodka burned his eyes as it went down, but Steve noticed that his cock was still semi hard, so he took a couple more swigs from the bottle, before realizing that he better sit down before his swirling head would have him greet the floor.

“Jules, get on the bed and then pull her back up against you, so we can get some good closeups of you taking that pussy of hers.”

As Jules pulled Cassie’s back into his body, he raised his mouth up to her ear, and told her… “Okay sweetie, now we gonna open that pussy of yours and give it the riding it so richly deserves.”

Even as he was whispering it in her ear, Cassie felt the big bulbous cock head part her cunts lips and a couple of inches popped in.

She let out a breath of air, which the camera man caught, as he zeroed in on her face. One of the other camera men was now getting a close up of the black cock that still had her spit on it, as it slowly inched into her cunt.

Her eyes fluttered as the huge man meat went further than her husband’s cock had ever gone before, and she swore that it must be going directly into her stomach.

Jules was sticking his tongue into her ear, as he slowly pushed more and more meat into her cunt. He knew from many of the other white wives that he had fucked in the past, that once he had them in this position, they were not going to deny how far he wanted to push it in.

Her breathing was starting to get quicker, and this black mans cock was going deeper and deeper. One thing was for sure, she knew this black man knew how to please a woman, as he slowly would push an inch in and then let her get used to it, before pushing another inch in.

This was nothing like that wimpy assed guy they had swung with, who thought he would show her what a man he was by shoving the whole 6 inches in, with one thrust.

No, this black man sure was the consummate lover, as he made sure that Cassie was enjoying it, as he went deeper and deeper.

Steve had sat down after the bottle had been given to him, but now as he caught glimpses between the camera men of that huge cock slicing into the love of his life he knew he needed to get a closer look.

He saw that about half of the niggers cock was already in, and he noticed that his wife had a faint smile on her lips. Her eyes were now closed, and one of her hands were rubbing furiously over her mound, while the other hand had found it’s way to the back of the tight black ass of the man who was introducing her to what it meant to be “blacked”.

Jules could feel her hand egging him on to go deeper, so as he accommodated her, a cruel smile came over his face as he wondered what time of the month it might be for her. She had never told him to put a condom on, even escort küçükçekmece though him and Ed had agreed that he would fuck her bareback. Yes he thought, I bet she would look good with a swelled up belly carrying his black baby… Fuck… he was hoping it would be babies.

When he finally bottomed out, the camera man caught the close up of her face as she opened her eyes and searched out her husband.

She looked around and finally saw that Steve was on the other side of the bed, furiously wanking his cock as his wife was getting the biggest cock either one of them had ever seen… even on the porn tapes they had watched.

She weakly smiled at him, as Jules brought one of his hands up to her neck and started to fuck her. It was one thing for him to take his time as he inched it into her cunt, but now he was starting to saw in and out of the little white wife, as she looked into her husbands eyes.

There was no shame in her face, as nothing but pure bliss was now starting to wash all over her. Never… no never… had she experienced a feeling like this cock that was now almost pulling out, and then just as suddenly bottoming back in. He was pushing it in so hard, that her head was starting to bang into the beds headboard. Of course the banging didn’t faze her, as her pussy lips were slowly turning red and puffing up, from the pounding they were taking.

She closed her eyes for a second, and thought to herself that yes, this was a man who could throw a masterful fuck into her. She grabbed the arm of the hand that was partially choking her, and squeezed it hard, showing her love for the fucking that he was giving her.

“Hey boss, when are we gonna get a chance to throw a fuck into her?”

“Shut up and do what I paid you to do. If any of these scenes end up jerking, I’ll have your dick cut off!”

“Hey hubby, why don’t you kneel on the bed and let wifey take a suck on that cock of your?”

Cassie’s eyes shot open when she heard that, but as soon as her eyes focused on Steve’s cock, she opened her mouth and welcomed it in.

“Make sure you get the right angle that shows his cock going into her mouth and that black cock of Jules!”

Cassie was now getting it at both ends, and the thought that her husband was so close to her, as she was getting “blacked” just made her pussy squish more with her juices. “My God” she thought… “I’ve got some black guy screwing me, and Steve is fucking my mouth. This is wilder than any porn movie we have ever watched!”

Ed had his cock out and was stroking it hard, as he watched this little white wife being taken by a black stud, while her husband was squeezing his eyes shut as he was releasing his second cum shot of the night.

Cassie swallowed hard as her husbands cum hit the back of her mouth. She never was one to swallow, but now all her inhibitions were out the window, and she was turning into a complete slut.

No longer did the video cameras bother her, as her pussy lips were starting to feel numb from the incessant pounding that Jules was giving them.

“Okay stud, you ready for the money shot?”

Steve had just pulled out of her mouth when she heard that, and that was when she realized that Jules had never put a condom on.

“No… fuck… I’m not protected. For God’s sake, it’s not the right time of the month for this!!”

Jules smiled as he heard that, and gave an extra squeeze on her throat, as he pushed his cock in as deep as it possibly could go, and his legs straightened out and he shot the first of many cum shots deep into the white wife’s cunt.

“OH FUCKING EH!!” he screamed as he knew his potent baby makers were now seeking out her egg. Nothing had been said back at the bar, about the other white wives he had fucked, and to his knowledge had knocked up at least six of them.

“Hey hubby, you wanna get down there and clean your wife out?”

Steve turned white when he heard that, and quickly backed away from the bed.

Ed knew from prior experience that to keep an amateur going, you don’t give them a chance to reflect on what just happened, so as soon as Jules had unloaded into her, he motioned for one of the other camera men to take over.

“Clete, show her what a coke can feels like…”

Cassie gave a quizzical look, but when Clete climbed between her legs, she knew what the coke can reference was about. This black was not much longer than Steve’s cock, but oh my, it sure was big around.

She was no longer caring who fucked her, as long as the action didn’t stop, so when the weird white director shoved a little brown bottle under her nose, she just went with the flow and took a couple of hits of the poppers in each of her nasal passages.

A wave of color suddenly swept over her, as Clete took the first jab at her well fucked pussy. She winched a little as the thick cock opened her up more than ever before, but Ed was there to give her a couple more whiffs of the poppers, and her torso went completely limp as the very thick cock entered her well lubed cunt, and her sexual awareness caused her knees to spread more, and her legs were driven back onto her breasts.

She felt her legs being positioned over Clete’s shoulders, and when she looked over his head she saw the white guy smiling at her as he instructed her to cross her feet behind Clete’s neck.

I’m happy to be returning to this series. I enjoyed writing it and have some new ideas as to how the story should continue. I hope you enjoy.

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After Jeff and Cara got done fucking and putting their clothes back on, we headed out to the kitchen area. When we entered, I noticed several more people around the house now. In the kitchen there were seven or eight guys standing around as well as a few girls.

Not too long ago, I would have probably been self-conscious about being around these people I did not know wearing only a skimpy tank top and a g-string, but I felt no shyness. In fact, I felt incredibly empowered by my newly found self-confidence. Less than a year ago, I would never have been able to do this. Now, I was almost naked in front of strangers, had a tattoo on my ankle, a navel ring and a tongue ring. What a difference a year makes in the life of a person.

“Let’s hear it for our new star,” one of the guys said. I think he was one of the camera operators from the shoot. “Here’s to….Wait I don’t know your stage name.”

“Oh shit, I don’t have one,” I said as everyone held their glasses in the air.

“Well, you need one by the end of the day,” one of the other girls said. “Don’t trust these fucking bastards to come up with one. If you do, the next thing you know they’ll be using your name that you signed on the release form.”

“How about….Sharon,” I said trying to think on the spot.

“Wild,” I heard Jeff say behind me. “That was fucking wild this morning, so let’s use Wild.”

“Well then,” said the camera guy. “Here’s to our new star of fucking, Sharon Wild.”

I noticed Jeff went over the table to make a sandwich after the toast. He is always ready to eat. I guess watching his wife get fucked in a porn scene makes him hungry.

“Hi, Sharon,” said an attractive man as he approached me. “I’m Ron. I produce a lot of these scenes for either studios or internet sites.”

“Hi Ron,” I said. “I hope to be starring in those scenes for you.”

“Great, but I do need to let you know that we have a little problem for this afternoon. But if you’re willing to change plans a little, then we’ll have no real problems at all.”

“Well, as long as the change of plans still include be getting fucked, then we’ll have no problem.”

“That’s the kind of attitude I like to hear, especially in the new girls. If you don’t love to fuck, then this isn’t going to work out.

“That’s kind of a Captain Obvious thing to say isn’t it,” I replied.

“Well, you’d think, but you’d be amazed at the number of girls who are more in love with being on film than the fucking that gets them there.”

“That’s seems weird. You don’t have to worry about me. I’ve never met a cock that I didn’t fall in love with.”

“Great, then this won’t be a problem. We originally had you scheduled to do a scene with two guys, including anal. However, there was a scheduling conflict so we’ve changed it to a b-g scene like you did this morning.”

“Doesn’t sound like a problem at all.”

“Well, it is different than this morning in the fact that you’ll be fucking a black guy with a twelve-inch dick.”

I immediately felt moisture begin to fill my pussy when Ron said that final sentence. A black guy with a twelve-inch cock. ‘Wow’ was my only thought.

“You okay with that,” Ron asked me.

“Yeah,” I managed to reply. “I’ve never been with a black guy before. Can’t wait.”

“Good. He’ll be in a thirty minutes or so. Then, you two can talk a little, the director of the scene will work you through the scene and then we’ll get to work.”

Ron turned and walked away. I found Jeff and told him the change of plans. I could tell by the bulge in his pants that he found the whole idea of fucking a black guy as exciting as I did.

I got a quick bite to eat, before a lady named Rita was pulling me to another room to get me ready for my scene.

She did my make up and applied the fake eyelashes. She also pulled my hair back into pixie tails, which she said would make the interracial scene even hotter, since it made me look more innocent before turning into as she put it, “a black cock whore.”

We picked out an outfit to wear. A red g-string, blue-checkered hot pants and a yellow tank top with red flowers. However, as I went to put on the outfit, Rita stopped me.

“You always want to meet the guy, or guys for that matter, wearing as little as possible. Either completely naked or wearing only panties and/or your bra, but nothing more.”

“Why,” I asked stopping with putting on my g-string halfway up my legs.

“Two reasons,” Rita explained. “First, it gets them all excited to see fresh new pussy and tits. You’ll thank me for that later. The easier you get them hard at first, the easier the scene. Otherwise, you’ll have to work like hell to get them hard sometimes. Second, it helps you break out the self-consciousness of being completely exposed in front of a new guy. It’ll help you escort şişli relax once the scene starts. Trust me. I’ve been in your shoes before.”

I had to take her advice because it was the only advice I have ever gotten about being a porn star. Therefore, I decided to go ahead and meet the guy completely naked. I pulled off the g-string and set it on the pile of clothes that I would be putting on a little later.

We spent the rest of the time with her polishing up the makeup as well as making sure to powder my body a little, which she said would help make me look better under the lights. It would cover up some skin blemishes the camera and lights would be sure to pick up if we did not cover them.

After about ten more minutes, there was a knock on the door and the guy on the other side telling us the director was ready to meet with me.

Feeling a little self-conscious again, I got up, completely naked, and headed out of the room. The guy that had knocked quickly looked me over, muttered something under his breath about me being hot and told me to follow him. As I walked behind him, I felt more confidence because of his mumbled compliment of my body.

He motioned for me to enter a room off the main living room. As I entered, I saw two guys standing by a desk. One of them white and the other guy was black. Both of them paused as I entered the room. I saw there eyes start at my tits and work there way completely down my body and back up. There was no need to mentally undress me because I was standing there completely exposed, and incredibly turned on. I could moisture again building in my pussy as my body was the object of their attention.

“Hello, I believe you’re going by Sharon, right,” he asked and I nodded. “Very well, then Sharon, I’m Terry. I’ll be directing the scene her this afternoon and this is Marcus, your costar.”

“Very nice to meet your Sharon,” Marcus said.

He had dreadlocks and was very tall. He was also unbelievably hot and I could not wait to see his big, hard, 12-inch cock.

He took my hand and gave it a very polite kiss, which sent shivers throughout my body. I would have jumped him right there, but Terry broke the focus.

“Okay, then let’s get right to business,” he started as he motioned for Marcus and I to take a chair.

Marcus took a seat and I decided to be bold and instead of taking the chair next to him, I sat directly on his lap. I hoped to feel his cock, but it was not hard yet. However, what was there, I could feel was rather large, especially for not being hard.

“Well, you two seem to have some instant chemistry,” Terry continued. “That’s great. We should have a hot fucking scene then.”

He went on to lay out the basic story of the scene. It was going to be shot as a reality scene, which meant that there would be little direction and we would ad lip as much of it possible.

The basic plot, as it was explained, is that I was a bored housewife who was out on the patio ready to relax when a volleyball came over the fence. I was to get the ball and then try to seduce Marcus when he came over to retrieve the ball. Terry said he wanted Marcus to be shy at first and for me to be actively seducing him and to get bolder as he pretended to by shy.

After things got started between us, we were to take the scene into the house, which is where Marcus would become more assertive, and then, we would fuck. Terry told us to get in as many positions as possible and that the cumshot would be a facial. He also told me to make sure to not swallow, but instead slowly spit it out of my mouth and let it run down my chin, if I got any in my mouth.

“But before we really shoot the scene,” Terry continued. “I want to get the still shots done. At least those before we really get into the penetration scenes. So we’ll shoot outside and I’ll guide you two through what I want when we film, but we’ll be shooting the stills.

“As far as the stills and the cumshot are concerned, since this’ll be Marcus’ second shoot of the day, I want to save him for the film, so I’ll have one of the guys on the set cum on you Sharon and then we’ll bring Marcus back in to shoot some stills as if he was the one responsible for the mess on your face. Okay?”

I know this was only my second scene as a porn star, but this was different than I expected. However, Terry said this as if it was just normal routine and Marcus did not seem to think it was weird, so I just went with it.

I headed back to the dressing room as Terry told me to be ready in ten minutes. I quickly pulled on my g-string and hot pants. They were a little small and I saw when I turned around that the bottom part of my ass cheeks stuck out of the pants, which looked really hot if I say so myself. I slid the top over my head. It was not quite long enough to reach the top of the hot pants, so a little bit of my stomach was exposed, which I have always thought to be very hot. I still had a few minutes so I played escort çapa around with my hair a little, especially the long hair that we had pulled into pixie tails. I also checked my makeup and then it was time for me to go out and do my second ever scene.

I was more nervous for the second scene than I was the first. During the morning scene, I was quickly ushered through makeup and within fifteen minutes I was on the couch fucking. This scene was more planned out for me, which made me nervous about how I would do actually acting a little before getting fucked by a large black cock. I knew I could handle the fucking part, but the dialogue, especially the impromptu aspect of it, really made me nervous.

“You look great Sharon,” Terry said. “Now let’s get some photos of just you here on the patio.”

His voice relaxed me a great deal as did seeing my husband smiling from an area off to the side of the filming area. After a few shots, he had me pull my top down over my shoulders so that it would expose my tits as it clung around my stomach.

A few more pictures were taken and then Terry had Marcus enter the picture with the volleyball. Terry directed us through the scene as we flirted with the volleyball as the center of the flirting behavior. Before long, Marcus had his cock out and I was licking the length making it hard. As I put my hand around the base, it was so large that I could barely get my hand completely around it.

When I tried to suck as much of it into my mouth, I was only able to get it about halfway down, which, in my estimation, made his cock a little larger than the 12-inches advertised. Before long, Marcus was out of his shorts and I was just in my g-string, which Marcus pulled down also.

We headed inside where I started sucking on his cock the best I could without gagging and Terry continued to lead us through the scene how he wanted to it to play out when we went to the video filming.

“Okay, now cumshot time,” Terry announced. “Larry get over here.”

Larry came over with his cock out and stroking himself. He stood over me since I was on my knees and about a minute later he was shooting a load on my face and chest. Once he finished, he quickly left and Marcus came back over and I sucked on his cock as if he had just blown his load on me so the cameraman could get some close-ups of me sucking his cock with cum all over me.

“Good, good,” Terry said after a few more minutes. “Sharon go get cleaned up and retouch the makeup. We’ll start shooting in another ten minutes.”

I got up and headed back to my dressing area. I smiled at Jeff as I walked by the area where he and Cara were watching. He gave me a thumbs-up, which actually helped relax me even more, even though I was beginning to wonder if Marcus’ cock would hurt when he fucked me. I also realized I was walking in front of a small audience completely naked with cum on my face and chest, but I did not feel uneasy about it. I was very confident as I picked up where someone had put my clothes and walked to the bathroom. Of course, walking naked in a busy hotel lobby a week ago probably helped me get comfortable with people I did not know seeing me naked.

Rita was already in the room. She took a towel and wiped my face and chest clean before she began to touchup makeup. She was very efficient, because about five minutes later, I was getting dressed again.

“Fuck ’em good,” Rita told me as she ushered back into the living room.

I saw Marcus talking to Jeff, which I assumed was about me. Before I could join the conversation, Terry called me over to the back door where he lead me out onto the patio. As we left the living room, it was the sign for everyone involved with the scene to take their places.

“Okay, we’ll start with you sitting on this towel applying lotion to your legs,” Terry said to me. “A volleyball will come over the fence. You walk over to get it and call out to someone that you have the ball. Then, Marcus will appear from over there. You start flirting with him. Remember, he will be shy so you need to be the one to move the dialogue forward.

“Don’t worry about lines. Just say whatever comes to mind as if you were trying to get him to fuck you, which you really are. If you fuck up, don’t worry, we can edit. We’ll be running two camera here so angles shouldn’t be something you’ll have to worry about too much. Marcus is the one in charge of that, so just relax and enjoy your second fucking scene.”

Terry had a wonderful sense of making me feel at ease about everything. I knew every director would not be like him, but Keith must have made sure to get two very easy to work with directors so as to ease me into the business. It definitely worked.

I took my place on the blanket and Terry said to start filming. Everything went exactly as he said it would. Before I knew it, Marcus and I were flirting over the volleyball. He stayed to true to the shy role and got more comfortable with my own role.

“If escort bahçeşehir you want your ball back, you need to give me something,” I cooed to Marcus with as much of an Eastern European accent as I could still muster.

He continued to play the naïve soul as I tried to lead him to saying he wanted to fuck me. However, he continued to play hard to get.

“Well, why don’t you show me your dick,” I said very straightforward. “I bet you’ve got a big one.”

He pulled his shorts down and I was still amazed to see the size of it. He was not completely hard anymore, but even in its flaccid state, it was still at least eight inches long.

“Can I touch it,” I asked as he still played the shy role and started to try and cover himself back up.

Of course, he let me touch it. As I stroked his cock back to form, he began to get a little more aggressive.

“I think you need to let me see something,” he said to me. Not even waiting for my reply, he pulled my top up over my tits and began to massage my nipples.

“You want to go inside and play,” I asked, knowing the answer.

“Yeah, I’ve got some time,” he said and led me into the living room.

Once inside, we stopped in front of the leather couch. I immediately went to my knees, pulled his shorts the rest of the way down, and began to suck his cock. Like during the photo shoot, I was barely able to get half of his length in my mouth. It was mostly due to the enormous length, but I had a hard time opening my mouth wide enough to fit the width of his cock into my mouth as well.

“We need your clothes off too,” Marcus said to me after only a few minutes of me sucking his cock.

I pulled back and took my top off. I sat back on the couch and undid my tight shorts. I pulled them off with Marcus’ help and then he also helped me remove the tiny g-string I had on. After he pulled them, he ran his hand back up my leg and began to massage the outer lips of my pussy, which sent bolts of electricity throughout my body.

However, when began to lick my pussy, the sensation was not that great since he was not able to really go deep because he had to allow the camera guy to get a good shot of his tongue on my pussy. Not that it felt terrible, it did not, but it was not going to be able to get me off.

Thankfully, he was ready to continue fairly quickly. He positioned me to where I was more on the couch and place the tip of his cock at the opening of my pussy. I braced for his penetration since I had never had anything that big in me before.

He sensed my tension and was a master at slowly working his cock into me. I felt myself spread wider than I had ever been spread before and before long getting hit deeper than I had felt before also.

It was both pleasurable and painful at the same time. He began to thrust more forcefully, but I was not ready yet.

“Go slow,” I said to him.

He did just as I asked and slowly worked his massive cock back and forth in my pussy. In fact, he also pulled back a little, only fucking with me with about three-quarters of his length. After a few minutes, I felt myself relax and adjust to the massive size of the cock fucking my pussy. The moans that I vocalized turned from moans of discomfort to those of pleasure.

Again, Marcus sensed that I was more comfortable and pushed his cock further into me, which sent a wave of pleasure throughout my body now that I was ready for it. I could feel an orgasm beginning to form as he penetrated me deeper than I had ever been fucked before.

“Why don’t you ride my cock,” he suggested before an orgasm ripped through me.

He pulled out and sat on the couch. I got up and moved over his cock, facing away from him. I slowly lowered myself down onto his cock, allowing his entire length back into me. As I started rotating my hips and bouncing on his cock, an orgasm ripped through me. However, as soon as that one subsided, another ripped through me.

It was amazing. It seemed as if every time I lowered down and had Marcus completely in me, an orgasm ripped through me. I could hear myself moaning and screaming loudly and it was not an act. Over the course of about five minutes, I must have cummed at least 10 times.

“Turn around and let me suck those titties of yours as you ride my cock,” Marcus said as I came back to the conscious world.

I turned around and lowered back down on him. However, I could not reach orgasm because I felt myself drying out a little.

“I need some KY,” I said to Terry.

“Okay, just a second,” he said.

I got off Marcus as someone handed my some liquid KY. I put some on my hand and massaged it onto my pussy. Feeling confident that was taken care of, I sat back down on Marcus’ cock.

“Let’s go ahead and change to doggy,” Terry suggested.

We repositioned again with me on my knees and face on the couch while Marcus got behind me. Quickly he entered me from behind, sending new waves of pleasure through me. However, the camera guy brought me back to the couch.

“Get a towel and wipe up the excess lube,” he said.

Marcus pulled out and wiped my upper thigh, but when he reentered me, the moment was lost. He began to fuck me pretty hard, but my moans of pleasure were pure acting. This lasted for another few minutes before Marcus had us changing positions again.

This is the last chapter. I’d like to thank everybody for reading, and I’d especially like to thank DonnaBeck for doing a first read before I posted this chapter and the previous one. She’s a wonderful writer with a great sense of story and character, and “Contrast” is much better due to her holding my feet to the fire on a couple of things.

The story so far: After a chance street meeting, a kind-of-meek white guy and a part-time-college black woman go back to her place and fuck like weasels. Then they agree to begin a just-for-sex, no-names relationship. What they expect to be a few days or weeks of a hot-and-heavy fling turns into months, and their constant intimacy brings both of them to a place much more emotional than they had planned. The rules of their game are clear and straightforward – no names, no personal details. But with every erotic encounter, something deeper and more powerful challenges their resolve to stick to that agreement …

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Him

The light is dim, one lamp across the room glowing at its lowest setting. She’s on her elbows and knees in the middle of the bed, and I’m three strokes into fucking her in the ass … when the phone rings.

God damn it.

We’ve done anal before, but it’s rare. Maybe five times in the whole six months. So it’s special – I mean, everything is special, every time is amazing and unique and its own mind-blowing experience … but the butt sex is always over the top. Especially the penetration and the first few thrusts after that, when every push I make into her brings an explosive, animalistic grunt from her throat.

So the ring-tone’s chipper little I-don’t-give-a-fuck-if-I’m-interrupting-anything tune is even more aggravating than it ordinarily would be.

“Guh,” she says, “don’t stop …”

I pull back with the tight-ring squeeze of her asshole sucking at my shaft, slowly revealing its veined length and glistening coat of lube. It’s not that hard to ignore the ringing.

“oh,” she says, “ohhh …”

Then “NGH!” as I load myself back into her, and “Yeahhhhh” as I clutch her waist and hold the stroke deep.

Doo-do-dee-doo-de-do, diddle-oo-dee-do-de-doo. This isn’t the first time one of us has gotten a call during sex, but it’s the first time we’ve had a precious in-through-the-out-door moment interrupted. I really need to remember to put the damn thing on vibrate only.

Two more strokes, and I’m barely conscious of the annoying loop of electronica. Another two strokes after that, it finally gives up.

Her forceful gasps have gone to moans now as she moves with me in cyclical flesh-waves, breasts swinging free beneath her, forehead rolling against the sheets.

“Faster,” she breaths. “Harder.”

My hands squeeze deeper into the cushioning flesh of her waist. I bring up my speed, add another notch of power.

“UH! God, yes!”

For a maybe a minute, definitely no more than that, we pound ourselves together, her gorgeous, full, round bottom swallowing me up, letting me loose, swallowing me up again.

Then.

Doo-do-dee-doo-de-do, diddle-oo-dee-do-de-doo.

I say it out loud this time: “God damn it.”

She laughs, but something about the dainty synthesized melody infuriates me and gives my next thrust a nitro-boost of anger.

“UHH!” The gutteral intensity of her response sparks and sizzles a crossfire with the phone-hate in my brain, and I go into overdrive, every thrust a punch of revenge against whoever is on the other end of that line.

Damn

“Eee!”

you

“uh – uhh -”

you

“Yes, honey, fuck me!”

inconsiderate

“Oh god -”

sack

“I’m gonna … I’m gonna …”

of

“UHHhhuuAAAHH!!”

She’s screaming, contorting, smacking one hand down against the mattress, and out of nowhere, my brain thinks –

Oh. What if it’s the call.

I go completely still. She’s panting, face buried in the sheets, hands clenched into fists. I feel the rhythmic throb of her orgasm clamping the sphincter of her anus around me in fierce pulsations. The phone has gone silent.

If it’s Gabe, he’ll keep calling. He wouldn’t text me something like that.

Hesitantly, I take an experimental stroke out and in. She quivers and trembles and makes the most fantastic vibrating whimper in her throat.

The phone rings again.

* * *

Her

I have just had the most incredible motherfucking ass-gasm of my life, so hearing another call on his phone is nothing but hilarious to me. I laugh and I shake and I open my mouth to say, “Aren’t you going to get that?”

But then I realize he’s stopped again, and his hands are limp at my waist like he’s forgotten me. And when I lift up and turn my head to see what’s going on, he’s got a look on his face that says something is very, very fucked up.

“Do you need to get that?” escort mecidiyeköy I ask, all the sarcasm I was about to lay on him suddenly gone. “It’s okay.”

He pulls out and rolls off of the bed. Something’s wrong with his breathing. Without knowing why, I’m terrified for him. I turn over to track him as he stands up, bends over, picks up his jeans, fishes in one of the pockets for that ridiculous sing-song noisemaker.

In the glow of the screen, I see his eyes recognize the phone number. Then they squeeze closed and he swallows before hitting the answer button.

“Gabe.”

Faint and buzzing, that ear-muffled other-end-of-a-conversation sound is all that reaches me.

“Okay,” he tells Gabe, whoever that is. His voice is hollow and unsteady. “How long ago? Uh-huh.”

The mattress shakes as he slumps down to sit on it. “Did you call Susie yet? I can, if you’re – no, sure. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to take care of everything. Uh-huh. No, I know. Thanks. That’s why you were always the favorite son, Gabe – you have this kind of shit under control. Look, man, I … what? Okay, tomorrow. Yeah. Yeah. Love you too.”

As he punches the hang-up circle, tosses his phone away to land on his jeans, and puts his face in both hands, I crawl over to him, wanting to help but not sure if I’m allowed to. I don’t know this man’s name, but now … he has, what, a brother or a cousin named Gabe, and a sister, maybe – Susan – and someone has just died, probably his mother or his dad.

I know what that’s like. Except the brother and sister part.

Maybe our agreement means our lives aren’t supposed to touch like this, but I can’t keep my hands off his shoulders, and even though I don’t hear him sobbing, I feel it, and I move in close and put my cheek against his warm, trembling back and slide my hand around onto his chest.

We’re like that for long enough that I realize I’m smelling my ass-juice on his dick, and it pisses me off that my brain even notices it, because every single brain-cell that I own ought to be trying to figure out how to make him feel better, even though I also know, completely, that there’s no way for me to do that.

Finally, he takes a few deep breaths and straightens a little, hands sliding together as he pulls them away from his face.

“I’m sorry,” he says in a thick voice. “I’m sorry about that, I -”

“Shut up,” I say, quietly, squeezing my hand into his chest. “Tell me what you need. Do you need to go? Do you need me to hold you? Do you want me to try taking your mind off it?”

It takes a couple more uneven breaths for him to answer me.

“Just … lie down with me, okay?”

With a nod, I kiss his shoulder and slide across the sheets to make room.

Then we curl together on my bed, pressed together but completely still, and I have never known that a place could hurt so much and be so wonderful at the same time.

* * *

Them

A month later, their routine is more or less back to normal. Except that instead of occasionally holding her quietly after sex and thinking, This is almost better than the actual sex, he now thinks it all the time. With no “almost.”

And instead of thinking, Should I, or shouldn’t I? Should I, or shouldn’t I? about the idea of asking him for more, asking for them to share names, to learn each other, she finds herself thinking, How much longer will I be able to stop myself?

He comes over one Thursday after work with a bag of takeout Chinese. After kissing for a couple minutes just inside the door, they sit at her little round kitchen table and eat sesame chicken and moo goo gai pan straight out of the cartons, passing them back and forth. Occasionally she catches a mushroom in her chopsticks and holds it out for him to snag from their bamboo grip with his teeth. Sometimes teasing him by pulling it back at the last moment, which he doesn’t mind because it forces him to lean closer to a fantastic view of the cleavage within her tight blue tank top, unhampered by any bra.

He’s thinking she’s quieter than usual. She’s sitting with her heart pounding because she’s done something wrong. Deliberately. On the nightstand beside her bed there’s a book – her favorite book. It shouldn’t be there, and all through the Chinese food she’s on the verge of excusing herself for a second to go in and put it back on its shelf. It’s part of who she is, and if he sees it and asks about it and she tells him even a little bit, he’ll know so much more about her than he does right now. At least, that was her plan when she put it there.

Is she playing mysterious? he wonders. Their chairs are close, her thigh touching his. Sometimes the mushrooms come circling around from his right side as she loops her arm across his shoulders and snuggles close enough to press one breast against his escort beylikdüzü left bicep. She watches him closely as he turns his head to take the offered bite, and she’s still watching closely when he turns back and puckers for a quick kiss before chewing. Maybe she’s just looking to see if I’m okay.

The hole where his mom used to be isn’t filled in yet (and won’t ever be). But it’s mostly a part of his internal landscape now, something that became familiar and bearable much more quickly than he expected it to. Probably because they’d had so much warning, he told himself. Almost a year of knowing it could happen at any time.

Yeah, he thinks, looking into her unbelievably brown eyes as he chews the last of the straw mushroom. That’s why you’ve been able to cope. Keep telling yourself that.

God, you’ve got to get up and go hide that book, she thinks. The second he sees it he’ll know what you’re trying to pull.

But she doesn’t. She just keeps eating and watching him and seeing him watch her back. How does he manage to be so fucking hot?

“Okay,” he says at last, pushing the sesame chicken away, “you are way too sexy, and if I don’t stop, I’m going to be too full to bone you. You ready to get to it …?”

Bitch?

She hears him not saying the word plain as day. Oh shit, what does that mean? Maybe it doesn’t mean anything. Tell him, “Yeah, but give me a second” and go move that goddamn book.

But her heart’s cranked up so wild she doesn’t think her voice will be steady, so she just tries to give a shrug of, Sure, what the hell, as she puts her own food down.

He’s up and walking toward the bedroom then, unbuttoning his shirt, glancing back, wondering what she’s got up her sleeve for him. She’s never this reserved. Something’s going to break loose and explode when they get in the bedroom. Something good? He wonders what the hell it is and feels her presence like a wave pushing him toward the bed.

But …

While still in the tiny hallway, he catches sight of the nightstand through the doorway.

What the fuck?

His first thought is, Did she look through my wallet while I was sleeping and Google me?

There’s no mistaking the cover of that book, even from across the room. It’s the middle book of his first trilogy, the edition with that lame blank sky-blue cover he’d cobbled together himself in his early days of self-publishing. Where the hell would she have even gotten it? He only sold a few dozen copies before he paid to upgrade to a professional cover. And half those sales, thanks to the mysteries of Internet commerce, went to individual buyers in Italy and Germany.

No, if she Googled my name and bought a copy to plant, it’d be the new version, or one of the other books entirely.

She thinks she sees his stride falter as he gets to the bedroom doorway. Great. Here it comes, you dumbass. Why the hell didn’t you get up and move the damn thing?

He makes his decision in a split second and feels like a chickenshit doing it. Without stopping, he pivots so that he’s backing into the bedroom, shucking the dress shirt, then putting a thumb over his shoulder toward the adjoining bathroom. It’s not too hard to pretend that he’s doing it so he can drink in a long look of her as he’s moving.

“I’m going to take a leak real quick, okay?” He paints her body head to toe with his gaze, down and then up again. “But don’t get undressed. I want to peel you out of those clothes.”

“Sure,” she says, with a clumsily faked casual tone. He saw it. She knows he saw it. He’s giving me a chance to ditch it.

If there’s any doubt, just as he starts closing the bathroom door, he glances at the nightstand and says, “Oh. Hey, you left a book out. Uh, probably ought to put it away if you don’t want me to see it.”

He’s a shy pisser. It’s not that weird for him to go in and close the door, or for it to take a bit before she hears the stream of his pee hitting the toilet bowl. She stands paralyzed in the doorway, staring at the book in silence.

Inside the bathroom, he thinks, She wanted you to see it. She wanted you to see it, and you pushed her away, you dipshit. But what if that’s wrong? What if she just forgot it was there? Goddamnit. Then you could have just asked, “Hey, what’s that? Any good?” But no, because then he’d be lying, pretending he didn’t already know the damn thing cover-to-cover. And if she had snuck a peek at his license and was trying to tell him she knew who he was, then playing dumb would be pushing her away just as much as handling it the way he had. But either she doesn’t know who you are and she likes your books, or she’s trying to tell you she knows who you are. He can’t figure out which one of those is scarier, or more exciting. Then he realizes the third alternative is that someone loaned her the book and she escort esenyurt doesn’t give a crap about it.

Come on, you stupid fucker, piss already! The last is aimed at his bladder.

When the splash of urine sounds through the door, she finally moves. Stomps to the nightstand. Grabs the book roughly (even though it’s precious and probably one of the only things she would try to save from the apartment in a fire).

Yanks open the nightstand drawer, throws the book inside, slams it shut.

Stands panting with her back toward the bathroom door, trying to get herself under control while the toilet flushes and the sink runs.

The book is gone when he opens the door in his boxer-briefs, pants and socks discarded on the floor. Because she didn’t really want me to see it, or because I made her feel rejected?

He steps in behind her, wraps her in his arms, hooks his chin over her shoulder, closes his eyes, takes a few long breaths. Perfume. Deodorant. Hair. Skin. Her whole body feels taut in his grasp. What do you say? What do you say?

It hits him pretty quick. “You know what I like about you, bitch?”

“What?”

“Everything. There is not a single goddamn thing wrong with you. You’re fucking perfect.”

Some of the tension eases out of her. “Well … I did cock up and leave that book out. Almost gave away what kind of thing I like to read.”

So she does like it. Or – she’s covering for the fact that she peeked in my wallet. Dude, just … turn it off, okay?

“Yeah,” he replies, “but I think I would have lived. And anyway, it gave you an excuse to say ‘cock up.’ That was a pretty well chosen phrase.”

She feels him hardening against her left ass-cheek then, and she lets go of her worry and frustration, squirms around to face him within the tight circle of his arms. His grey eyes say he meant it when he called her perfect.

“Okay. So we gonna fuck now or what?” She feels filled up with sunlight as she says it. Things are suddenly so good, there’s no conceivable reason to change them.

“Yes, bitch, I believe we are.”

His encircling arms loosen, slide his hands down her back. Her eyes close and she shivers as his fingers reach her waist, tickle their way farther down, find the hem of her tank and begin to draw it upward. He puts his lips to the rich fullness of her mouth, closing his eyes to match hers. The feel of her shifting slightly as she raises her arms sets him afire, almost makes him rip the blue top up and off, except that he’d have to break the kiss to do that, and he’s not willing to – not yet. So he creeps the fabric higher and higher, releasing her soft flesh to the air in movements of inches. Her breasts momentarily weigh down his progress, until the fabric rolls up and around their curves, lifting and then letting them fall. He breaks the kiss then, to lean and get his mouth to one of her nipples. The tank top goes up and over her head to be tossed across the room.

“God, it makes me so hot when you do that,” she breathes at his suckling. A quick circle of his tongue around the nipple makes her gasp. “Yeahhhh. You getting my skirt, or am I?”

He rises up, looks her in the eye, one hand on each side of her rib cage. The way she stands there, nude to the waist, the color of coffee with a dash of cream, and then an extra dash in the band around her breasts and ribs where the sun never hits, and then the deep chocolate of her areolas and nipples, the bronze of her hair, the buff of her palms – he could write a whole book on just the different browns of her.

The look he’s giving her makes her forget her own question about the skirt. For a while, she just meets his stare and knows and needs nothing else. Then a heat like being belly-down on hot sand suggests at least one other need. Maybe the same thing hits him at the same time, because he kneels and works the catch of her skirt, unzips it, glides it down with both hands, the fingers spread wide to cover and sense as much of her flesh as he can.

As the denim curtain descends along her thighs, her silky off-white panties are laid bare, an aromatic painting of female arousal. He stoops and bends and grazes her still-clothed mound ever-so-gently with his teeth, making her suck in a lightning-quick breath.

“I want to ride your mouth,” she says. His grey eyes glitter as he brings his jaw and lips to a slow close, sending soft heat and a bit of extra dampness into her panties with his delicate kiss. Then he tongues a crease into the cloth along her slit and leans back, getting his thumbs through the leg-holes to either side of her mons, to tug the fabric down.

They move like a single creature: her, stepping out of the wet, silken cloth, him sliding his legs through her wide-spaced ankles, her coming forward and down, him easing down and back with just slightly less speed so that the space between her labia and his lips closes in time with their descent to the floor. His head touches the carpet just as she settles fully against his mouth, the subtle and intricate involutions of her flesh tangy with lust. With a few careful shifts and adjustments, she positions her legs, her hips, just where she can press herself to him without her weight crushing him or straining her knees.

This is the last chapter that will be in interracial love. This story belongs in the scifi section.

*

After my first meal in the main dining room, I was served in my room. I was restricting the flow of conversation. Ryan’s way of saying he missed being able to bend one of his guests over and fuck them on the dessert. I got to suck Dom’s dick a few times a day, to take the edge off of my fiery pussy. After about a month, I could put the thin vibrator in my pussy. The thing made me come too quickly. It was unsatisfying the way it got to me. I needed a fatter one to stretch my opening a little. Finally, Ryan caught me shoving my thumb inside myself. He said it was time for me to get tested. We had lunch and he ushered me into a small room with a table on it. He pulled a floppy piece of rubber off of a hook on the wall and motioned with his eyes for me to take what little I had on off. He spoke quietly about sexual arousal and how some animals were short with their courtship and some were long.

After I’d stripped, I found myself opening Ryan’s pants. He moved my hands away and looked into my eyes. He shook his head and sighed, “I’m sorry. I can’t do that to the boy. I’ll be more specific when I command you.”

I whined and let him go. I hadn’t wanted to do that. His hand pressed at my pussy and I spread my legs quickly. He caressed my stomach and moved me onto the table as my scent wafted up.

I needed to be filled. Ryan spread my legs again and inserted the thin floppy thing into my oh too wet snatch. He turned a dial on the box in his hand and I felt a strange filling sensation inside. I felt the probe enlarge inside me without stretching my entrance. Ryan pressed a button and I felt it vibrate as it expanded more. I let out a sigh as I began to feel the pleasure I needed. I caught myself rocking my hips as Ryan watched my obvious joy. He reached over and pinched my nipple. When I started to tremble slightly and closed my eyes, I felt a pair of lips fasten onto my already erect nipple. As I bucked in response to the probe I heard Ryan moan around my breast. I felt myself start to come. It was the best orgasm I’d had to date. He let go of my nipple and caressed my skin as I tried to stop myself from trembling. He calmed me with his soothing voice as I slowly came down. The probe was still doing it’s job and I felt it.

“Let’s see how many you can have, huh, Ellen? escort etiler You were so quick. You needed that. Now, it should be just for the pleasure.”

I spread my legs and arched my back so that Ryan could see my flexibility. He smiled down at me and ran an admiring hand over my hungry pussy. He tugged softly on the probe and I squealed in pain.

“Good. You’ll be tighter than a virgin when he takes you. You wantthat, don’t you?”

I looked into Ryan’s eyes and he seemed genuinely concerned when ISay yes. He ran a hand over my hair and touched my forehead.

“That’s not what you want. You’re afraid. You should be. You should know what you’re getting in to. Come for me, will you?”

Ryan walked out of the room as I felt myself contracting around the probe again.

When I opened my eyes from the pleasure induced stupor, I saw Dominic sitting near me. He whispered something quietly as he met my eyes.

“What?”

“He told you didn’t he.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“My beautiful girl. I will probably never fuck you. I should give you to someone else.”

“Dom…”

“I’m very different, Ellen. You know that a little. I’ve got another side to me that you might not be able to handle. I’m not some knight in shining armor. I won’t risk penetration…”

“You’re a big boy, I know….”

He slowly flowed toward me and his hand touched my chin. I looked into his ocean blue eyes and he opened his mouth slightly. I felt the growl before he actually voiced it. The sound rolled out and struck me in the face. I gasped at the force of it. Instinctively, I pulled away.

“Do you need anything more from me? I think that should be enough to let you understand.”

I lay there with the vibrating thing still fully inflated within me asmy confusion overrode my sexual response.

“I grow with the mating. That’s how I feed sometimes. I don’t want to hurt you, but I get horny just watching you. I thought I was just in it because I wanted to be inside you. I didn’t think I’d have to fix what your moron of a husband had tried.” He let out a low sigh and continued, “You smelled so inviting and ripe. I can settle for blowjobs the rest of my life, I guess…”

I sat up and the pressure inside me increased. I came as I slid toward him. He watched me for a moment then pulled at escort nişantaşı the probe like his father had. This time the pain made me come harder and I pitched forward into his arms. Before he had a chance to get a good grasp of me, I was grinding my vibrating pussy into his crotch. He placed me back onto the table and shut off the probe. As it deflated, I sighed with relief. Dominic looked at the read outs and then back at me.

“It was probably too soon.”

As he soothed me with his quiet voice, I continued to grind myself against him. He wrapped me up in a sheet and took me back to the orgy room. I let him put me to bed. His warmth allowed me to sleep for quite a while. I was very hungry when I dressed and went down to the kitchen. Ryan looked up from the romaine lettuce he was tearing into a wooden bowl. His face immediately told me. Dominic was gone.

It was a very lonely existence at the big house. Ryan Severus had been the ultimate in hosts with his lavish parties and extravagant gifts. However, he would isolate me when he planned his occasional orgy. When my rooms were complete, I was moved to Dominic’s wing and given a wardrobe with clothes in it. The clothes weren’t skimpy and I had underwear, finally. The dark wood paneled walls seemed to be ancient. I just chalked it up to a great artist. Ryan refused to tell me what a sixteenth century bedroom costs in this millennium, so I let it drop. The beautiful surroundings didn’t help my mind from wandering to sex. I got a new job as a temp for “candy money” and the looks I got from strange men. I lived for their arousal. It was an addiction I needed to get more of. Something stopped me from scratching the itch, though. I finally heard from Ron’s lawyer and I signed the divorce papers. I had them messengered back the same day. With my settlement, I decided on going back to school. The main goal was independence. I would never be vulnerable again, save to a good screw. Ryan offered to fund my education. I turned him down. I told him, “As soon as I get a chance, I’m moving out of this place. I can’t have you keeping me here for nothing.” His reply was, “If Dominic were here, you would be here for someone and something.”

My poor little pussy craved a good hard dick and a finger thick vibrator wasn’t worth the trouble. I was just about to try again to put more fingers escort kağıthane into me when I heard someone walk into the outer room. I saw the curtains of my bedroom part and Dominic stared done at my glistening snatch. I moved my fingers away from myself and raised up. My pussy had a mind of it’s own because it came as I tried to pretend that I hadn’t been stroking myself. I jumped up and hugged him. He smelled of stale cigarettes and alcohol. He didn’t look drunk, though. He gave me a kiss on my forehead and took off his jacket.

“I shouldn’t be here right now, but I haven’t been able to get over that pussy. And, I haven’t even been in it,” he laughed quietly. “Imagine that, a white boy keeping a hot little black girl in his house for months and not putting it in her once. What an idiot.”

“Are you drunk?”

“Oh, no. I had to hit a few clubs to find the right prey. They might have been. Maybe, I’m a little buzzed.”

I let him go and take a shower. When he was dry and a little more sober, he watched me as I got dressed to go down for the latest of Ryan’s parties. He helped me zip up my dress and declined the invitation to join me downstairs. I looked back at him and he stared keenly into my eyes. I froze with my hand on the door knob. He walked slowly toward me and continued to hold my gaze. He moved his nose to my neck and blew gently on my ear.

“I’m getting over you, El. I’ve got to get over this and let you go.”

He moved away from me. He hadn’t frozen me as solid as before. I’d chosen to stay still. He couldn’t freeze me anymore? I walked down to the party and I danced my butt off. There were so many attractive men, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the one that was sulking upstairs. What was he, anyway, some sort of monster? Was his father? He was talking about cannibalism, wasn’t he? Wait, if you’re not human, you can’t be a cannibal if you eat one. As I chatted sweetly and felt a few chests, I felt myself becoming turned on by the prospect of making one of these men lucky. They seemed to know it, too. Toward the end of the night, they followed my every whim. It was like a sea of men, and I was Poseidon. I even had a big guy rubbing himself through his pants. ‘Yes, do more.’ He opened his pants to show me his fat little member and stroked it to an angry purple head. Another one opened his fly, too. They raced each other to the cupped hand finish. I dipped my finger into each hand and licked the delicious sperm off. They weren’t good enough. I opened another man’s shirt and ran my nails over his firm chest. This one showed promise. He seemed to shiver as I ran my palm over his package. Too eager, sorry. This would be an interesting night.

End Dominic four.

To be continued…

I live in a small town in the south. The population of black and white is 50/50. At the time I was working at a local gas station. As I got off work I head off to the bar. This bar I was in had customers from the local businesses and factories. It was the kind of bar that blacks and whites were welcome to. But by living in the south the blacks would sit separate from the whites, but sometimes you had your friends that sat together. I met four of my friends at the bar, two guys that were black and the other two were white. We all went to high school together. We were sitting at a table eating some dinner that the bar served and drinking some beers. We were almost out of beers so I walked up to the bar to order some. And when I did there was these two black women sitting at the bar having their drinks and talking their talk.

One of these ladies caught my eye. I stared at her and she caught me looking and she said out loud to me, “hey white boy! you got a looking problem?” Her words to me were in a angry manner. I have seen her around town, she worked at the local yarn factory. So my reply was, “yes I got a looking problem and the problem is you” As I walked up beside the two beautiful ladies.

I said “I come in peace!” with a humorous laugh.

One of my friend’s walked up to me and said, “Hey where’s the beers?”

It was my black friend he looked at me and smiled and said “Are you trying to pick up these sistas?” as he laughed.

I said “Nah man I’m just being friendly.”

As he got the beers I told him I would be back to the table later. So the woman I was looking at she said “so what’s the problem?”

I replied to her that I found her very attractive. Her mouth just dropped, she whispered something to her friend. So her friend got up and walked away from us.

She told me to have a seat beside her. We introduced ourselves. Her name was Chaneka. Chaneka said she was sorry for having an attitude, but with some of the white men around always stare because they don’t like blacks. I understood that considering all the rednecks that surrounded our town. I told her that it was understood. And I let her know I was different. So her first question escort beşiktaş to me was what’s makes me think a black woman as herself would even think about getting up with a white man. I told her that all the women

I have dated in my past were white and black, but I have found myself more comfortable with the black women and that black women to me were more beautiful. I also mentioned that her beauty was unreal to me. Chaneka had coal black skin tone, she had a slender body, her ass was big and firm looking, her breasts were the size of d-cups, she had tall hair that look as she had a weave. She explained to me that she has never been with a white man in her life and that she has heard of the stories about us. She laughed as she told me about one of the stories that white men had very small dicks. I just laughed at the story. We sat there drinking and talking about things. my friends said they were taking off, and her friend was talking to a black guy.

Chaneka then asked me if my cock was small, my reply was average size. She then put her hand under the bar and touched my leg, rubbing her hand on it. Within seconds my cock got hard. She then put her hand on my cock and rubbed it through my jeans. She smiled and said, “I guess that story is wrong”, as she laughed. The beer was taking effect on the both of us and the desire was getting hotter for the both of us. So we whispered to each other that we gotta go somewhere private. We both knew how it was with people looking and gossip. So we had to come up with a plan. So we agreed to meet in a parking lot in town. So I walked out first and she followed out behind me 10 minutes later. So that we could keep it kind of secret so the gossip wouldn’t start up or some drunk ass would start trouble.

I was waiting for her in the parking lot, I saw car lights pulling in the parking lot. her car pulled in beside mine. Chaneka said she had her own place which was a mobile home located in a small black neighborhood. So I locked up my car and got into hers. As we arrived at her place. We stepped into her place. I sat on the couch as Chaneka said she was going to make escort bahçelievler some coffee for us. We sat and talked for awhile as we sipped on our coffee. She explained that she was in a long term relationship that lasted for 3 years, that ended a year ago. And since then it has been one year since she’s been with another man. Her being the age of 34 and me being the age of 25. She said it didn’t really concern her with my age it was the difference of our skin that intrigued her the most.

As we were finishing up our coffee I placed my hand on hers. Then our eyes met in a stare that seemed like a erotic trance. Our lips then met, she put her tongue deep into my mouth. She then pushed me on my back as my she ran her fingers through my hair, then she had one hand rubbing through my jeans on my cock. I was moving my hands on her back then to her ass. I squeezed her firm black ass with both of my hands. Chaneka stopped kissing me then whispered that we should go to the bedroom. As she led me to her bedroom I could feel my cock getting harder and harder it felt like it was going to bust through my pants.

She sat me on her bed as she started to remove her clothes. As her jeans drooped to the floor and her shirt was tossed across the room, She was wearing nothing but a pair of white panties, a white bra and a pair of long white socks. The contrast of the cloth to her body made me light-headed. I stood up and helped her with her bra then slipped her panties off. She stood before me naked. The lights were dim, but the shine of the dim lights shined off her coal black skin. I slid out of my shoes and socks. She then unbutton my jeans and pulled them off. I pulled off my shirt.

Chaneka got on her knees and in between my legs. She started to put my rock hard cock in between her full lips. The warmth of her mouth felt so damn good, she then moved her tongue to my balls and then sucked and licked on them like a sucker. After about 10 minutes of her sucking my cock, Chaneka laid on the bed, I told her I wanted to eat her pussy. Chaneka mentioned that she has never had it done. So I buried my face deep into escort bakırköy her pussy.

Her pussy was so hairy like it have never been shaved. I drove my tongue deep into her slit, she was moaning as her legs wrapped around my neck. She was using her legs to push me in closer to her pussy. I then started to nibble on her clit as I slid my two fingers deep into her cunt. She was moaning so loud I swear the whole neighborhood could hear her. She started cumming, I could feel her lips tightening up. She then told me that she wanted me inside her. So I spread her legs then slid my white cock deep into her tight black pussy. I thrust deep with long strokes. I leaned down a few times to kiss her and to suck on her nipples. Chaneka whispered into my ear that she wanted to get on top. I laid on my back as she lowered her pussy on my cock. She rode my cock hard and fast. Chaneka then got off my cock and started going into multi-orgasms. I held her close to me as her body shook into ecstasy.

Chaneka said she wanted me to fuck in the ass. With me never doing anything like that I said to myself “what the hell why not?” So I told her I would be glad to do it, she then said “you know this my first time too” She explained that one of her friend’s told her about it. So I lubed my cock up with some K-Y and proceed to bend her over doggie style. I pushed my cock deep into her black ass, her ass was so tight. I plunged my white dick deep into her black ass.

Within minutes I felt my balls rumble and tighten up. Chaneka was moaning”oh yessssssss. . . . . . oh shit. It feels so good!!”

Then I screamed out “oh Chaneka. . oh baby. . I’m gonna cum!” I pulled out of her ass, and she laid on her back and moaned for me to shoot it all over her face. I jacked my cock off all over her face and tities. It hurt and felt good at the same time. I could feel my balls jerk hard as I shot it seemed like gallons of hot white cum all over my black lover.

We then got up and showered then got back in bed and made love some more. After our love making we just laid in bed together talking. Her head was laying on my shoulder with arm wrapped around her. Chaneka laughed and said “So the other story is true then.”

I replied, “What other story?”

Chaneka said, “You have not been licked right until you’ve been licked by a white.”

We laughed so hard at that. We started a relationship and now we are still together today. Even the whole town knows about our relationship. But I am happy and she is happy, what more do we need?

Please read the first installment of “Condo on the Beach” to get a full understanding of the story, the characters and the relationship dynamics of the characters.

Condo on the Beach I was a true story with fictional characters or a fictional story based on true events. Either way the names, the professions, the physical appearance of all characters portrayed in the story have been altered to prevent any semblance to anybody living or dead.

Condo on the Beach II is complete fiction from my perverted mind.

As with Condo on the Beach I this story could have been placed in a number of categories including, Loving Wives, Erotic Couplings, Mature and Exhibitionist and Voyeur but I do believe the driving force of the story is Interracial Love.

Constructive comments welcome. If you don’t like cuckold or wife sharing stories don’t read use your time for another story.

Condo on the Beach II

The drive home from the condo was a very quiet three hours. Amy tried on a couple of occasions to start a conversation but I would have none of it. She finally closed her eyes and slept. I am sure she needed it after the night she had with her two black bulls.

As we arrived at our home I woke her from a very deep sleep. She appeared quite groggy almost like she wasn’t sure where she was. She moaned as she tried to move her body to sit up. I am sure her muscles were sore and stiff from the pounding she had received over the last couple of days.

Once she got her bearings she looked at me with a very sad face and just said, “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

I looked at her for a moment but didn’t respond. I popped the trunk, got out of the car retrieved the luggage and went inside leaving her alone in the car. About five minutes later I heard the front door open as she entered. She went upstairs to our room shut the door. I didn’t see her again until the next morning as I slept in what had become my room.

That night I laid in bed thinking of what had happened over the weekend. I knew that I was at fault for part of it. She warned me that if it started there was no guarantee she could stop it and she was right once she started there was no stopping her.

While I was thinking and visualizing what had happened I realized that I was getting a partial erection. The one good thing about the weekend is I was finally getting some life back in the old cock. A feeling I had missed for almost a year. I decided to call a Urologist friend of mine in the morning to get checked out. Maybe there was some hope for me after all.

When I awoke the next morning I went to the kitchen to find a pot of coffee brewed and my wife dressed for work. She looked beautiful. She had on a navy blue skirt just above the knees with a white blouse and a matching navy blue suit jacket. She topped it off with white nylons and navy blue pumps. She looked the epitome of a professional woman. Unfortunately for me that vision was replaced with my memory of her being double penetrated by Ty and Reggie from the weekend.

We said our good mornings and drank our coffees said our goodbye. As she was leaving she kissed me on my cheek and said, “I love you but we need to talk tonight.” I just nodded and off she went.

I called my Urologist and due to being a top local doctor and friend I was added on for later in the day. During my appointment I talked about the recent stirrings in my groin and he said that is a good sign and then he suggested a new treatment for Erectile Dysfunction (ED) using ultrasound to repair damaged blood vessels. He said it would require a few treatments but has shown a lot of promise in cases like mine. I had my first treatment that afternoon.

I went home to an empty home. Being alone was not good. Memories of the past weekend kept creeping into my mind. I would visualize Ty fucking Amy Friday night seeing his cock pulsing as he filled her womb with his seed. I was remembering Saturday morning as he just took her into the bedroom and fucked her missionary until they both climaxed and then watched her as she used her mouth to clean him of their combined fluids.

The limo ride to and from the club with Ty and Reggie and all they did to her during those rides. Then the memory of watching Amy being fucked by Reggie and watching Ty lube up his cock to take Amy’s anal cherry. I remembered her begging Ty not to fuck her ass and not being able to do anything about it. Then the ultimate humiliation of listening to Amy come over and over again as the two bulls penetrated her pussy and ass. As much as I hated reliving those memories I had an actual full on erection for the first time in a year. It didn’t last long but I had it.

Amy came home around her usual time of 7:00 PM. I had dinner ready as I had become a pretty good cook since I retired. I prepared baked boneless chicken breast, mash potatoes and peas. Not a gourmet dinner but a good dinner. I brought out a good bottle of Pinot Grigio to pair with the meal.

During dinner we carried on a stunted escort taksim conversation mainly talking about her work and the kids. She did say she spoke with the twins and they were doing fine. As we were clearing the table Amy asked, “Can we talk about what happened this weekend.”

“If we must,” I responded. “You go first; I want to hear what you have to say.”

Amy just stared at me gathering her thoughts and said, “As I said yesterday I am sorry things got so out of hand.” She looked at me with sadness in her eyes and then said, “But you have to accept some of the blame. You started it by asking Ty to the room and more or less giving me to him. I warned you once I started I might not be able to stop.”

“I admit it I did start it. I started it out of love for you and knowing I have not been able to perform my duties as a husband and thought for one night we could enjoy each other through him. If it would have ended there I would be fine and would have no regrets but it didn’t end there did it? It’s not the fact that you couldn’t or wouldn’t stop it was the fact once you started I was no longer part of what happened. I became some old limp dick cuckold.”

Amy said, “That is not true. I needed you there. If you really wanted me to stop I would have stopped.”

I said, “You really believe that, I asked you to call off Saturday night and you refused. When I asked for some conditions you had to get Ty’s permission to agree to them. When I wanted to talk Sunday morning you were more concerned about following their orders to suck their cocks than listening to me. That doesn’t sound like someone who would have stopped if asked.”

She looked down at the floor and then said, “You would have made a great lawyer with a closing argument like that. You are right I was out of control. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was completely under their influence and to be honest I loved it, I needed it. You know how sexual I am and how submissive I can be. They hit all the right buttons. It was the perfect storm.”

I looked at her; one of the top high powered attorneys in the state totally emotionally defeated and said to her, “Where do we go from here?”

She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, “I don’t want to go anywhere, I want to stay here with the man I love, with the father of my children, to be the good and loyal wife I had been for the last 26 years.”

I responded, “Amy, now that the vows have been broken I am not sure they can be repaired. I am not sure I can ever trust you again. For the sake of the children, our position in the community and the fact I am to old and to tired to fight any of this we can continue on as we have for the last year or so, you in your room and me in mine. I love you, I will always love you but I am afraid I can no longer provide you with what you appear to need.”

Amy was sobbing, “I have ruined our relationship, our marriage for a couple of nights of sexual bliss. I am sorry, please forgive me. Let me back in your life as your wife. Do we have any chance?”

I just said, “Only time will tell, I am tired and going to bed. We can talk more tomorrow if needed but I don’t think anything will change.” I turned and went to my room.

I didn’t sleep well again as visions of Amy with her bulls kept me awake and semi-erect throughout the evening. I had another appointment later in the week for a treatment hopefully they would allow me to reach full and lasting erections sometime in the future.

Over the next few months Amy and I lived in harmony at our home. To everyone around us we were still the perfect power couple. In actuality we were more like roommates. She made coffee in the mornings I cooked dinner at night. There was no intimacy in our relationship besides a kiss on the cheek when we left the home or when we went to bed. Unbeknownst to Amy my treatments were successful and were able to get full and lasting erections but what I couldn’t do was achieve a climax. I would get close but couldn’t get over the edge. It was both frustrating and painful. I spoke to my urologist and he said physically I was fine. No cancer or blockages. He said it had to be psychological. I didn’t tell the doctor that Amy and I were not having sex or the problems we were going through.

As the position of managing partner Amy was required to travel from time to time. Over the last couple of months she told me she had to go to the state capitol to represent a large client on a couple of occasions and I didn’t think anything of it. That was until I received a call from my old medical school classmate Bill. The one Amy didn’t go to lunch with so she could fuck Ty during his lunch break.

I received a call from Bill and he asked, “You in town again looking for property?”

I said, “No, why do you ask?”

Bill goes, “I think I see your wife having lunch with a young black man.”

I said, “Really, she is visiting with a client. Are you sure it is her?”

“I escort ortaköy think so, let me see if i can sneak a picture to send to you.” Bill said.

My phone pinged and I saw Amy having lunch with Reggie. I instantly got a sick feeling in my stomach. I had to come up with a story and said to Bill, “Oh that is Reggie the ex-NFL player. Her firm represents him and his holdings. I heard he was thinking of moving to another firm. She probably is meeting with him to save the account. Please do not disturb them as I believe this is some serious negotiations.”

“No problem I don’t think your wife would remember me anyway.”

After my conversation with Bill I started putting two and two together and checked my calendar and noticed that for the last two months Amy was gone supposedly to the state capitol on business every two weeks or so. These trips were always overnight. I could only believe she was lying to me and was using these trips to meet up with her young bulls.

She wasn’t due home until tomorrow evening so needless to say I didn’t sleep well. All I could picture when my eyes closed were visions of her being pummeled by her two young bulls. I ended doing something I hadn’t done in over a year. I got shit faced drunk and finally passed out.

The next morning or should I say afternoon I woke up and felt like I had been run over by a truck. I looked at myself in the mirror and said to myself, “No wonder she is going outside the marriage to find satisfaction you look like hell.” I did the 3 Ss, shit, showered and shaved. I called my barber and went and got a haircut. I put my sweatpants and sweat shirt in the laundry. I dressed in clean clothes, slacks and polo. Splashed some Obsession on my face and brushed my teeth. Based on my improving health I no longer looked 71. I didn’t look 51 but didn’t look a day over my 61 years.

I prepared a great meal with wine and desert and when she arrived home she was pleasantly surprised to find me all cleaned up. She asked, “What’s the occasion? Did I miss a birthday or anniversary?”

“No, I just wanted to do something nice for you. You have been working so hard and travelling to support you biggest client. I just figured a nice meal at home would do you good.”

Amy said, “Thanks honey, I am very tired from my trip do I have time to freshen up before dinner?”

“Sure you have time, it will be ready in about 30 minutes.” I can guess why she is so tired.

When she came down she was wearing her long sleeve silky pajamas. They were her pajamas that have a high collar. I could only imagine she was trying to hide any marks left by her lovers. We had a great meal, finished the bottle of wine of which she drank most of it. I wanted her under the influence before I asked about her trip. We cleared the table and went to the couch in the family room and sat down. She looked at me and said, “I really enjoyed tonight. You look great with your haircut and dressed up.”

I thanked her for the compliment and then asked, “How is the capitol this time of year?”

She responded, “It is nice, unfortunately I don’t get out much to see any of it.”

“Being there overnight I would think you would have time to get out and about some.”

“I stay mainly in my hotel room,” Amy said.

I thought to myself I bet you do then asked the next question, “This client must be special to have the managing partner travel for the business.”

Amy said, “He is one of our biggest clients.”

I then asked, “When you say biggest client are they biggest in assets or the biggest cock?”

She was stunned and looked at me and said, “What?”

“You heard me answer the question.”

Amy said, “Why are you asking that?”

“Why, I will tell you why. I know as an ex NFL player Reggie probably has assets but nothing compared with some of your clients so it must be cock size when you say biggest.” I then took an 8×10 picture that I printed out of her and Reggie having lunch. Placed it in front of her and said explain this.”

Amy turned a whiter shade of pale looked at me with fear in her eyes and asked, “Where did you get this?”

“My friend Bill, you know the one you were supposed to meet for lunch but fucked Ty instead. You might have noticed him there and not blown your cover if you would have gone to lunch.”

“You were spying on me?”

“No, baby he saw you and called to see if I was in town.”

Amy goes, “Let me explain.”

I said, “No explanation is needed I can figure out what was going on. I think it is time for me to find a good lawyer, do you know any?”

“You’re not serious.”

“I afraid I am. I will not be humiliated anymore by you or anyone else. If you want to fuck around with young hung black men do it but not as my wife.”

“Please let me explain.” Amy pleaded.

She was in tears as she begged me to listen. I just said, “Go ahead but this better be good.”

“A couple of months ago escort bayrampaşa I got a message from Ty asking for me to call him. I ignored him for a day or two until I received a video of me on my back being fucked by Reggie. You couldn’t see his face but you could definitely see mine. He said if I didn’t call he was going to send a copy to all my partners so I called.”

I asked, “What did they want another weekend with the white lady lawyer?”

She just said, “Yes and no. It turns out Reggie is the developer of the condos and they are having problems selling them. His investors are threatening him with lawsuits. Ty and Reggie knew we had money so they wanted us to buy one and recommend them to some of our friends. They also wanted my firm to act as their attorney against any suits”

“So they were blackmailing you or should I say us.”

“The first time I said I was going to the capitol I went over there and bought one, using money out of my 401K. Ty took me to the condo we stayed in and said it was only fitting that we buy that one. I wanted to leave believe me but he insisted I go up to inspect it. When I walked in Reggie was there.”

Ty blocked the door and Reggie said. “Strip bitch.”

“Did you?” I asked.

“At first I refused, but when he demanded I strip the second time in his powerful voice my submissive side came out. I couldn’t help myself. I stripped for him and Ty. I was having flashbacks to that night with the two of them.”

I then asked her, “What happened then?”

“I don’t want to say.”

“I want to hear so tell me and don’t leave anything out.”

“As I stood there naked Reggie came over put his hands on my shoulders and lightly pressed down and said you know what to do. I did and started by going to my knees I then unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants exposing his very hard cock.”

I asked, “Did you suck it?” I was getting aroused and was starting to visualize what happened. As I stated before I am well hung almost 9″ and thick. I was starting to pitch a tent in my pants and I think Amy noticed.

She continued, “I kissed the head of his cock and then proceeded down it length kissing it all the way until I took each nut in my mouth. He started moaning and then ordered me to suck it and I did. He soon pulled out and painted my face with his cum. I started to wipe it off but he said to leave it and let it dry. As Reggie moved away a naked Ty took Reggie’s place and he eventually added his cum to my face.

I then asked, “What happened then?”

“The two of them led me to the master bedroom and they spent the rest of the night fucking me in my pussy, mouth and ass.”

“Did you come while they were mating with you?”

“Yes I came many times. I just couldn’t help myself. They broke me. After that night I was unable to refuse them. I was willing to do anything and everything they asked.”

“Did they stay the whole night with you and did you fuck them in the morning.”

Amy just looked at me defeated and stated, “Yes they had me go into the shower with them. They had me wash them like a hand maiden and then they fucked me against the shower wall. They wouldn’t let me get dressed until they left the condo.”

“I then asked, “How many times have you gone over there and done there bidding?”

“I’ve gone over there five times counting yesterday.”

I asked, “Describe to me what happens each time.”

She said, “They have a routine designed to humiliate and dominate me. Once I enter the condo I am to strip naked of all clothes. They have a leather collar that I have to put on and a butt plug with a tail I have to insert. I have to address them as Sir or Master. I am to set on the floor at the feet of one of them when not being used. My holes are always to be available for them and I can never refuse them any demand. I am not allowed to come without permission or I am punished.

“How do they punish you, do they hurt you?”

Amy replied, “They enjoy watching me trying not to cum and at times force me to cum without permission. For punishment they usually put me over one of their laps like a little kid and spank my butt. It stings like hell and my ass stays red for a while.

There was one time I was tied to the bed and teased for over an hour. They would bring me to the edge then back off over and over again it was torture but when they allowed me to cum it was one of the best ones ever.”

“Five times and has it only been Ty and Reggie or has there been others?” I asked.

I had never seen her so low. For such a powerful woman she was beaten down. She looked at me and said, “Don’t make me answer that.”

I just said, “So there have been others, who?”

“There have been three others that I slept with on my trips.”

“Who were they?” I asked.

“The first one was the quarterback for Reggie’s old team.”

“He is a white guy. Supposedly a squeaky clean Christian married with 4 kids. You fucked him?”

Amy responded, “More like he fucked me. They had me dress up as a cheerleader with no panties. I had to do cheers and I never was a cheerleader so I faked it. It seemed to work he started masturbating in front of the three of us. Finally he told me to stop lay on the ottaman with my butt in the air and he just fucked me. No foreplay, he came all over outfit.