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Chapter One – The Interview

Tessa Truman entered the elevator adjusting her tight black mini skirt and wondering if she should have worn such a ensemble on this, her first job interview in three years. She decided that being well under 30—24 to be exact— it was still allowable and now in fashion again to wear minis, always her favorite. Also, she felt the tasteful black sequined sweater complimented her long black hair and green eyes and altogether made the outfit. The $58 sweater Simon had given her such fits about, the sweater and ensuing argument that no doubt necessitated her seeking employment again in the first place. That and her “idle time”, as Simon referred to it, being taken up in ways and means that did not at all please him.

The elevator was rather crowded. Tessa made her way toward the back, sighing inwardly, “another stinking secretarial job,” she thought, as the elevator doors closed. Before they reached the second floor, Tessa felt someone’s hand moving up beneath her tight black mini skirt. Easily manipulating her flimsy black panties, a probing finger made its way inside her. She instantly became wet, getting wetter as the floors came and went, doors opening and closing, people getting off and no one getting on. Tessa couldn’t help herself. “Oh, God,” she thought, “Simon’s right.”

Soon the stranger’s thumb joined his pleasure-giving finger. diyarbakır escort Moistened, the thumb parted Tess’s well shaped buttocks and drove in. Tessa gasped slightly, quickly covering it with a slight cough. No one turned to look. No one ever did in elevators.

“And no one ever does this in elevators!” Tessa thought, more and more excited and wet, as the finger and thumb went in and out, in and out, expertly and in perfect unison. “Maybe I am a nymphomaniac. Just like Simon said.”

As the elevator rose, the stranger from behind raised his free hand, holding an expensive looking umbrella, and with it punched the 18th floor. Tessa had earlier pressed 19, the top floor, location of the FNS Bank. What FNS stood for Tessa had no idea, but her friend Linda had suggested the Bank needed a secretary, and Tessa had phoned for the interview just that morning.

“What’s going to happen when we reach my floor? Or his?” Tessa wondered and soon found out. As the final passenger vacated the elevator on the 17th floor, Tessa remained frozen, breathless. The elevator stopped at 18, but the doors remained shut.

“Please kneel down,” the stranger commanded in a crisply distinct and pleasant English accent.

Tessa did as she was told, “Thank God it’s carpeted,” ran through her mind as she knelt down on all fours.

The edirne escort stranger, laying aside his elegant umbrella and briefcase, lifted Tess’s mini skirt and pulled down her flimsy black panties, never for a moment removing his massaging digits. Tessa heard the inevitable “zip” and rustle of fine suit material. “He smells good, too,” she noticed. Polo she guessed.

Tessa was oozingly wet as the stranger easily entered her, keeping his thumb in place.

“Oh God, Oh God,” Tessa murmured, as she also could not help doing in the throngs of orgasm after orgasm. The stranger pumped away, thumb and penis. Tessa could not decide which felt better. Simon would never consent to any anal sex, no matter how many times she begged him to do so.

Finally reaching a dramatic climax the stranger quickly removed himself, emptying semen into a silver vial and snapping shut its cover.

Tessa remained stationary on all fours. Exhausted. On impulse the stranger braced Tessa’s taunt abdomen upon his knee and spanked her bare bottom three times with his now gloved hand. Tessa moaned one more “Oh, God!” and came again.

“I thought as much,” the stranger mused in his crisp English, gentlemanly tone, dabbing his handkerchief at Tessa’s wetness and helping her into the panties and brief skirt.

Tessa turned to look at her molester edirne escort and saw Roger Moore standing before her, or at least a facsimile of Roger Moore, when he was forty, that is. “Fits the accent,” she was thinking.

“Miss Truman, I presume,” he spoke, helping Tessa to her shaky feet.

“Why, how did you …”

“You’re hired.”

“But …”

“Oh, so sorry. How rude of me. Dr. Samuel Johnson, President, FNS Bank. I assume you are the Tessa Truman with whom my institution was to interview within, let us see,” looking at his intricately beautiful, obviously expensive, gold watch he took Tessa’s hand, long red nails glistening, in his perfectly manicured hand, “fifteen minutes?” Tessa could only node in the affirmative.

A good handshake, a grand lay, Tessa thought. And now what? What have I gotten myself into this time? So many things ran through her mind. What eventually emerged from her full, red-lipped mouth, however, was simply, “Why didn’t the doors open?” She noticed Dr. Johnson punching the 19th floor again and the elevator moving.

“There is no 18th floor.” Again slightly amused and confident and suave. “We’ve reserved that floor for just such circumstances as these. Once punched for 18 the doors will not open. Time is, as it were, at a standstill for all practical purposes. And, my darling, these are the most practical of purposes. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Tessa agreed. If only Simon could, just once, be that way. Tessa thought, straightening her mini, making certain no telltale residue was seeping down her black, thigh high stockings. It was not. The good doctor had done a good job. And he mopped up well, too, afterwards.

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Just turned nineteen and without a job because of his mullet-cut and nose ring, Freddie Shanks lived in a war zone. Other people without insider knowledge would call it his family home but Freddie and the family knew differently.

Aaron Shanks had given up on his son five years ago and they rarely exchanged a word these days and Freddie knew better than to ask for a loan of his father’s car to load up with booze and friends to tour around looking for likely looking parties. A year ago his mom re-Christened him and frequently used his alternative name, Asshole. His older sister Katie had never liked him from birth and was bewildered by the unknown when she found his first erection at three months and fondled it, although obviously he didn’t know what to do with it.

Jude, two years older that Freddie, had defended him against family attacks, although not all that vigorously and had hugged him whenever he was down and for the past four years had jerked him off when requested. But when Jude arrived home yesterday from technical college and found her bare-ass brother shafting her best friend on Jude’s bed she ripped Freddie’s back with her nails, kicked too high so got him in the gut instead of the balls and yelled at him to leave the house. He fled, pulling on his jeans and locked himself in his room.

A couple of hours later Aaron broke down the bedroom door. The family stood at the front door shouting abuse as Freddie slunk away. But at after midnight his very embarrassed parents were called to the police station to identify their son and to take him home otherwise he’d appear in court later that morning on a vagrancy charge.

“Oh Asshole, how could you shame the family,” his mom wailed and the night sergeant said. “Ma’am, it’s not right and proper to call your son an asshole.”

“Would you speak fondly of your son with a nose ring and a haircut like that?” Aaron demanded.

The sergeant, who said his son was a music teacher and church choirmaster, didn’t think so. He rubbed his chin and took Aaron aside and then told Freddie, “Your parents will return at 7:00 for you. Meanwhile Freddie, you and I are going to talk about change.”

An hour after dawn next morning Freddie glared at his asshole of a mom when she’d lifted up his polo shirt and laughed gleefully at the rubber hose welts all over his back.

The asshole and her surly husband had laughed at the sight of his crew cut and the tear in his nostril where the bully of a sergeant had ripped it out.

“Your reformed son is ready to be taken home for breakfast,” the police sergeant had sneered.

The very subdued Freddie went straight to bed and only stirred when a very forgiving Jude slipped in beside him. She soon had her brother up hard and …well, who wants to know about what they did?

Early that evening Freddie slipped away with his backpack. Late evening Sergeant Moeller, who’d mistreated Freddie, was kneecapped by an unidentified assailant and thereafter would be confined to working out his career in the force doing clerical work because of permanent injuries to his knees. Just before dawn unidentified intruders blew the safe at the bowling alley and got away with almost a full week’s takings. The Reilly brothers gave their tipster and driver Freddie $500 çorum escort from the haul of cash and after Ivan Reilly picked the lock of a sports car and got the motor running for Freddie, Freddie grabbed a can of gas from the car yard and set fire to the church where Sergeant Moeller’s son was involved. The choir seating was destroyed and investigators blamed choirmaster Simon Moeller for leaving the heaters on.

Later that day Freddie ditched the sports car in a disused quarry and hitched a ride. After he seduced the cooperative woman drive and her 40-year-old daughter they dropped him off at the railway station and he caught a train south.

Freddie was disappointed the woman sitting opposite him refused to be seduced but they continued chatting. He learned she was living with a guy who collected outstanding repayments on loans.

“An enforcer?”

“You’re out of date,” she laughed, bosom heaving and showing lovely teeth, convincing Freddie he had to sharpen up if he wanted women like her to fuck him.

“He’s called a security protection agent. Why don’t you come with me and talk to Ivan if you are looking for a career? Smarten up and you’d probably do very well. Even I might become interested,” she giggled.

“What’s involved?” he asked.

“Well you must shower regularly, get your teeth capped…”

“No I mean to become a security protection agent?”

Juliet said to possess correct addresses of overdue clients, to drive a nondescript car and to have a suit jacket fitted for a slot for a length of rubber hose on one side and a length of steel pipe on the other side and learn to remember which persuader to use as appropriate. It was also necessary to display a disbelieving look and to look nasty. “I would think you would have little problem looking nasty.”

“You seem well-informed?”

“Well besides warming Ian’s bed I call on his little old lady defaulters. I take in a cream cake and get their cooperation that way but if necessary I hold up a hair brush and that brings back childhood memories of being belted on the butt so they rush off and return with the money owing. We are given 20% of what we collect so only work on large debts to generate good cash flow for our business. Oh, I have a younger sister waiting to break into the business. Perhaps you could team up with her?”

Ian was waiting at the station. He listened with interest and said, “This sounds okay; we should talk business. By the way, attempt to fuck Juliet and you’re dead.”

Horrified, Freddie wondered if Juliet would tell Ian he’d already made a full-on pass at her but when he looked at her she was fluttering her eyelashes at Ian, looking very angelic. Both buys caught the whiff of her arousal.

Juliet’s sister Mary-Lou looked like a female bulldog and had big squashy tits and arm muscles like a man and bad breath as well. Freddie had the brains to know she’d terrify women just by looking at Mary-Lou with her lip curled back and men too when she held up a metal pipe. So he agreed to work with her and with relief found she was gay. They learned the ropes working for Ian for six months and then went out on their own, as they wanted to move up to collecting major debts.

“I’ll see you tomorrow to really denizli escort say goodbye,” said Juliet, who Freddie now regarded as an older sister.

She knocked on his door at the boarding house at 8:00. That surprised Freddie and he wondered if he were being set up. Juliet asked had he had breakfast and he said no, so she went out to get it, telling him to have a shower because her preference was for fresh meat.

Ohmigod, he thought. Juliet’s goodbye present was a suck.

As Freddie munched his bacon and egg hamburger Juliet unzipped him. Although he was embarrassed about length, or rather the lack of it, she said it was circumference that really mattered to a woman and he loved her for saying that. She rose to her feet, face dripping and kissing him fed semen into his mouth. As Freddie’s track record in sex was near virgins and proper ladies he’d not had that happen before. He was disgusted but his dickhead felt so pumped up it felt ready to rocket into space. Deducing Juliet was making cow eyes at him, he rolled her cunt up on to the floor. She screamed with delight and held her ankles around her ears. He’d not struck that before either and he’d never seen a cunt open so wide. He slid in to her, encouraged by the foulest language young Freddie had ever heard from a woman. It reminded him of having hopelessly frustrated a male math teacher who began bawling him out.

Juliet gurgled and he knew why — he could feel the walls of her pussy gripping him. He had to puff to make progress and when he said he was ready to come her eyes glazed and she rammed a dry finger up his rectum. He blew the world apart, or it least it felt that way. Juliet blew hugely and a minute later she cried ‘Ohmigod’ as they watched the combined juices stream from her.

She kissed him on the landing and said, “You were truly amazing.”

Freddie walked so tall he had to duck his head to re-enter his room.

He and Mary-Lou worked very successfully for three years and then she announced she had to terminate the partnership because her girlfriend wanted to enter a civic union marriage and one of them would then get pregnant.

Adrift again, Freddie wondered about returning and trying to take Juliet off Ian and pictured a bullet hole through his forehead, so dropped that idea and returned home to Reddenstone instead.

Freddie was dressed in his best suit and sitting in the dome lounge of the Dome Hotel, sipping a beer and wondering about calling his younger sister, when old rivals to the Reilly Brothers burst into the room. One of the Younger Brothers armed with a cut down shotgun ordered the bartender to empty the till into a shopping bag while his ugly brother ordered the mayor’s wife and the wife of Judge Brown to strip off their jewelry and watches. Until then Freddie had watched with interest but then remembered when he was a high school senior Mrs Brown had presented him with a book on mathematical problems for leading the team winning the school debate on ‘Making a Success of Life’. His team had argued the negative side.

Freddie walked up to the guy with the shotgun who was watching intently the money being piled into the bag. Freddie grabbed the shotgun with ease and belted the holdup guy senseless and then cracked düzce escort the guy bending over the wife of the mayor across the face, blood spurting and causing the women to scream. The enraged guy, apparently beyond feeling pain, turned on Freddie who calmly crowned him with the stock of the shotgun and he slumped to the ground beside his brother. A manager came racing in and was handed the shotgun and asked had the police been called. He frightened guy nodded and looked relieved when Freddie identified himself as a guest in the hotel and was going back to finish his beer.

A news team from the Reddenstone Gazette arrived before the police charged in, shotguns and handguns drawn. The manager’s prisoners were led out and Mrs Brown identified Freddie as the hero. The pretty bartender rushed over to thank Freddie and then asked how could she really thank him. That really appealed to him so he gave her his room number. She said shyly she was married but that didn’t matter in this instance because heroes deserved the best from a woman. Her sweetness pulled a wolfish smile from Freddie.

The newspaper photographer insisted on taking a photograph of Freddie standing between the mayor’s wife and Mrs Brown before they had the blood cleaned off them. That photograph was published next morning on the front page under the heading, ‘Town Hero a Former Resident’.

Over breakfast next morning Katie, soon to be married, opened the paper and screamed, “Freddie’s back in town.”

The asshole mother snarled. “If he comes near us I’ll murder the jerk.”

Patting her pussy in excitement Jude asked, “Why is Freddie in the newspaper?”

“Look!” Katie shouted dramatically and the rest of the family around the table looked in astonishment at the photo of Freddie.

Aaron said, “Town hero — that’s a laugh.”

“Wait,” said his wife. “The wives of the mayor and Judge Brown are involved. Read us the story Katie.”

Katie laughed when reading that Freddie had disarmed a robber and deal with an unarmed but much bigger man brutally.

“Well, I’d must call the hotel and invite our heroic son to visit us,” said his mother.

Freddie arrive early evening and presented his right-handed father a set of left handed tools and his mother with a big container of hideously expensive perfume that he knew would give her hives without her suspecting the source. An hour later he took his two sisters to dinner at the hotel, leaving his parents crestfallen they’d not been invited. After dinner his sisters accepted an invitation to join Freddie in bed.

“You really are a bad bastard,” sister Katie said affectionately and yelped, as she’d never had anyone so wide as fat Freddie’s. Her younger sister, sitting on Freddie’s face, gave Katie who was about to ride cowgirl a knowing smile.

* * *

These days Freddie is married to the Brown’s daughter Pru who is no prude and she’s just told Judge Brown she is pregnant with her third child. Freddie is president of Freddie’s Friendly Debt Collection Agency with branches throughout the county and drives a sporty Cadillac. He is high up in the hierarchy of the Chamber of Commerce, Rotary and The First National Bank and is incoming president of the Updown County Club. Both his sisters are married with youngsters and they still meet to give Freddie their special treat on his birthday.

Freddie’s father still doesn’t talk to him. His mother does, for the sake of his adorable wife and children, but being a very wise woman she still thinks of him as an asshole.

THE END (thank goodness)

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Many thanks to papaya_lynne for helping with editing.

That’s all I really wanted. I wanted to be left alone. I was nice, followed the rules, was fairly naive, and had some geeky tendencies, which means I was a perfect target to be picked on. My sophomore and junior years of high school were a particularly wan shade of hell. The low self-esteem, loathing to go to school, fear of turning the corner and seeing my tormenters, essentially robbed me of two years of my life. I went to a small private school, so with a graduating class of 37, there weren’t many places to go to get away from it. My situation wasn’t as bad as some I have heard of since I joined the ranks of the working man, but none the less, I was miserable. Years later, when I heard about the tragedy at Columbine High School, I realized that a new era had begun. One awkward kid who kills himself in a fit of depression is just one kid that we didn’t get to in time. Two kids who take guns to their high school and eliminate their perceived antagonists, and anyone else who gets in their way, before turning the guns on themselves is an indication of a national epidemic of bullying behavior that must be addressed and remedied. There are now tens of thousands of unnamed kids who will find help when they eventually turn to a trusted teacher, parent, or mentor, and their suffering can end. The gunmen of Columbine are murderers and heroes.

Fortunately, I found a way to escape without resorting to a gun. The Drama Club. I could remove myself from my situation and be anyone, anywhere, any time. This was the ultimate in escapism. I no longer had to come up with witty lines and slick moves. My words and actions were prepared for me.

After high school, I went to a large college where, finally, I was a number. One student out of 25,000. I blended in, and no one noticed me.

I did, however, retain my penchant for the theater. My primary motivation was getting a role where pretty girls would be forced to kiss me. I took drama classes even though I was a computer science major, and I became heavily involved in the student-run theater. After a couple of roles and some tech work (lighting, set construction, etc.) I was approached to play a villain in a Shakespearian-era play because someone had to drop out. I have a good English accent, and a decent amount of agility. I got to sword fight, run one guy through, cut out a girl’s tongue, and poison two people. What fun!

After the Saturday evening performance, Karen, one of the girls in my Shakespearian class, came up to me with a twinkle in her eye and a sly sneer on her face. I put on my most innocent face. She was very cute, about four inches shorter than me, with dishwater blond hair, and eyes so blue that I was sure they were contacts, although she assured me they weren’t. She was not skinny, but her curves only made her walk more captivating. She tended toward black in her wardrobe, but then again, so did most people in the drama department.

“You bastard,” she said, after a long pause.

“Thank you very much,” I replied, sincerely appreciating her compliment.

“How can you be such a bastard on stage and such a nice guy in class?” she challenged.

And in one of those rare moments where I knew exactly what to say, I replied, “I would love to discuss that with you in great detail. Have you had dinner?”

“No, I haven’t.” With that, she looped her arm in mine, and we walked down to 9th St. to get a bite.

We spent a long time that night at the fast food place talking. What I pulled down waiting tables made this the expensive night of the week. They threw us out when they closed, so I walked her to her dorm. We lingered at the front door to her building.

“Well… thanks for dinner,” she placed her hands in mine.

“You’re welcome. Thank you for coming to see the play,” I said as I pulled her a little closer.

“We should do dinner again some time,” she said, pulling away from me a little.

“I’d like that.”

With that, she moved forward quickly and pressed her lips against mine, and just as quickly, she moved away and slipped through her door with a “‘Bye” as she disappeared.

The next thing I remember is arriving at the steps of my house.

********

It took a couple of dates, but pretty soon we were spending every waking moment with each other. School and work got in the way, but other than that, I followed Karen around like a lost puppy. She didn’t seem to mind.

After about a month of this, I finally made the crossing into manhood. It was awkward and halting, but we managed to get through it. We then devoted lots and lots of time to practicing. I soon came to the realization that for guys, sex is easy. Enough stimulation, and bang, the next thing you know, you’re snoring. The trick is to get the girl off. Make it more fun for her, and it will be a lot hotter in the bedroom.

I paid close attention to what Karen liked and didn’t like. I also did some studying on the internet. eskişehir escort I was soon proficient in making sure everyone had a good time every time. Karen volunteered that I was the best sex she had ever had. No guy in his right mind would ask that question. Why would you put a girl on the spot with the potential of REALLY deflating your self image? I told her that she was the best sex I ever had. It was true. She was also the only sex I ever had.

********

During these days of coital bliss, I would meet her in front of the theater department to go to lunch. One particular day, she left her purse in class and went back to retrieve it, urging me to go ahead and get a table at Hector’s, our restaurant of choice, which was right across the street from the drama building. I started slowly across the quad, when I heard her call my name. I spun around and continued walking backward toward the street, when I ran into a brick wall. I went to the ground like a rag doll, books and papers flying everywhere.

“Why don’t you look where you’re going, you pencil-necked geek!” I only thought it was a brick wall I ran into. “I’m sorry. Are you alright?” Then I looked at him. What a stupid question. It was actually a 6’4″ person doing his best to impersonate a brick wall. He looked like a Norse god more than anything else, with closely cropped blond hair. From what I could see, the only way I was going to hurt him was to hit him with a car. I started chasing papers and books as the breeze taunted me further.

“What do you think, geek? I usually swat things like you!”

By this time, Karen ran up. “Are you OK, baby.” Before I could answer, Brick Wall Boy chimed in. “I’m fine, baby.”

“I meant him.” Karen handed me the last of my books.

“Why don’t you go out with me some time, baby? I’ll show you what a real man is like.”

Karen shot me a look and I knew she was done with this guy. “Because he’s better in bed than you are.” I froze. I had no idea where that came from, and I had no idea how to respond. I was content with inaction until I thought of something.

That’s when I saw her. She was one of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen. She was probably 5’7″ with dark brown hair that came down to the neckline of her top. She moved with the grace of a dancer and jiggled in all the right places. She moved up beside Wall Boy during the pregnant pause that ensued.

“There is no way that he is better than me in bed!” Wall Boy almost shouted.

The brunette screwed up her face in the cutest way, “WHAT!”

Karen put her hands on her hips. “Bet me money!”

The brunette tried again to get Wall Boy’s attention. “Tom, what is going on?”

“This chick thinks that he’s (pointing at me) better in the sack than I am!” The brunette gave me the once-over evaluation, and a smirk crossed her face. I’m just glad she didn’t laugh out loud. Tom chimed back in, “How much?”

“Five hundred bucks,” Karen replied, not skipping a beat. I knew she had just cashed out a $1000.00 “whole life” insurance policy her parents had been paying into since she was born. That money was supposed to get her through the school year. I said nothing for fear of messing up her bluff.

“You’re on.” I’ve seen the look that crossed Tom’s face before. It’s the one linebackers get right before a snap. His voice was low and calm. “How are we gonna do this? Swapping partners isn’t going to work, because it will just end in a tie.” My mind reeled at the permutations that statement hinted at.

The brunette spoke up at this point, her eyes following something in the distance, “We need somebody impartial. Jill!” I turned to see who she was shouting at. A girl about 5’6″ with straight blond hair whipped her head around and ran over to the brunette as fast as she could, which was pretty damn fast.

She pulled up to a stop two feet from our little group. “Yes, Sister Michelle?”

“I have a task for you, Pledge.” Sorority. I should have guessed. The hair on my neck rose up instinctively. I knew what was coming. “You will be the judge in a little contest we have going. You are going to sleep with Tom and with…” she looked at me trying to get my name. She was trying to exploit her power over a person in a compromised position. I was trying to not rip her head off. I couldn’t figure out where to hide the body. “Ed.” Karen had volunteered my name.

“…and with Ed, and you are going to tell us who is better in the sack. This will fulfill your obligation as a pledge.” Jill’s eyes lit up with that last sentence.

Karen chimed in, “Oh no. There is no way she’s going to be fair. She’s got a vested interest in your boyfriend coming out on top.”

Michelle shot her eyes over to Karen, but otherwise, ignored her. “You will be fair and impartial… You will become a full sister AFTER you sleep with both guys, and BEFORE you announce your decision.” Michelle turned to Karen, “How’s that?”

Tom jumped in at gaziantep escort this point, “She’s with me at 5:30 today, and with Ed here the same time tomorrow. She’ll need the recovery time.”

“Sister, if I could move the time to 6:00?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “I have practice ’til 6:00.”

“Done. Get everyone’s phone numbers and addresses.” I could tell Michele liked being in control. “We’ll all meet at Hector’s for lunch on Friday to receive your decision.” I was stunned. Jill got my number and address quickly and hurried off through the quad. I stood there, dumbfounded. “Sweetie, are you ok?” Karen had finally noticed my total lack of responsiveness.

“What just happened?” I asked, fighting down the waves of panic.

“What do you mean, Sweetie?” Karen looked at me with surprise. I began to wonder if she had experienced the same reality that I had.

“You just bet Goliath $500 that I’m better in bed that he is! You’ve just arranged for me to sleep with that girl, who’s name I can’t even remember! He’s twice as big as me, and his muscles have muscles! How can you be so sure that I’m better than he is?” My rant had expended itself.

“Sweetie,” she said, as her eyes softened, she stepped toward me, and stroked my cheek with her hand. “Don’t worry.” I assumed a putty-like state. “I’ve dated guys like him in the past. You are so much more giving and caring than his type. He is not as good as you are, and the opportunity to take him down a notch was too good to pass up. Not to mention the $500. Letting you have sex with that other girl is a small price to pay.” Her eyes caught fire. “Besides, are you complaining about your arranged sexual encounter?”

“No.” My eloquence knew no bounds.

“Baby, you’re gonna fuck her lights out.” The smile on my girlfriend’s face was an evil one.

********

Tom was sitting outside the frat house. He was restless. The restlessness you get before a game. Once you’re playing, once you’re focusing on your task, it’s easy. It’s the waiting to get started that’s hard. Finally, he saw Jill come into the quad moving quickly, but looking winded.

“Sorry I’m a little late.” Tom glanced down at his watch for the first time. “Practice went over. I’ve got to go take a shower. Can you give me 30 minutes?”

“No problem. Take your time. I’m going up to my room to get ready. Go up the stairs and it’s the second one on the right.”

“Thanks. I’ll be right back.” She jogged off back the way she came, cleats swinging from her bag as she went.

Tom thought to himself, “An athlete. That explains it. She moves well, but not graceful like a dancer, with power.” Thinking back, she did mention something about practice. It must be soccer, or field hockey. He turned back to the frat house a little more impressed with this girl. As he entered his room, he looked around quickly. Maybe some sort of effort was called for, even if this was just a sorority stunt for her. He quickly assessed the tasks that would make the most impact in his room and dove in. He circled the room gathering empty drink cups, energy bar rappers, and cereal boxes, and depositing them in the trash. He returned to his room after taking the trash to the dumpster, and decided that the clothes on the floor needed to go next. It took three armloads, and the closet was 18 inches deep in clothes, but he managed to get the door closed just as there was a knock on the door.

When Tom opened the door, he found Jill standing there wearing a green rugby shirt with a white stripe across the middle and a pair of faded jeans. Her hair was wet and she smelled like she had just stepped out of the shower. Tom reassessed her looks again and decided that she was pretty. He invited her in and closed the door.

“Have a seat.” The reality of the situation was much different than the abstract idea of a ‘Sex Contest’. The details of their ‘date’ seemed less important, and, therefore, more difficult. Tom sat on the edge of the bed facing her as she sat in his study chair. “So…any questions about what’s going on?

Jill shook her head. “No, I think I got a pretty good idea from earlier today.” Tom started removing his flannel shirt. Jill followed suit and began removing her clothes as well. Tom reminded Jill of a Greek statue. He was 6’4′ and his muscles jumped around as he took his clothes off. Soon they were both standing in the room naked. Tom’s penis had begun to inflate to erection. Jill was very fit, and didn’t jiggle seductively like Michelle did.

“Ready?” Jill nodded her head in response. “Then let’s go!” With that, Tom lunged forward reaching across Jill with his right arm over his left. Jill reflexively lifted her arms to shoulder height, letting Tom do what he was going to do. She let go a yelp as he picked her up off the floor and spun her upside down. The result was that she was staring at his semi-hard penis as her thighs came to rest on Tom’s shoulders. This guy was strong. giresun escort There was no hint of effort in what he did. When Jill finally came to rest, Tom attacked her pussy with his tongue. The unexpected feeling rushed over her as she opened her mouth to cry out, but managed to stifle the sound. Jill’s hands pushed against Tom’s thighs, but he would not relent in his assault. After she got a hold of herself, Jill slipped her mouth over Tom’s cock and began to bob her head up and down. The moan the escaped Tom’s lips further stimulated Jill’s slit.

Tom didn’t have any trouble maintaining this position. Michele only liked it as a place to start. Jill was a little heavier than Michele, but somehow, her toned body was easier to hold. Tom was ready to move on to something else, so, having picked his position in the room specifically, he simply fell backwards on the bed. Jill released Tom’s cock from her mouth and let out another yelp as she and Tom bounced on the bed harmlessly. He rolled Jill off him and got up off the bed.

“You scream like a little girl.” A sneer crossed his face. Jill punched him in the arm with her fist, to absolutely no effect. The perfect reaction. Tom grabbed Jill’s right ankle and pulled her to the side of the bed. He took the leg he had hold of and placed it over his right shoulder, putting her on her side. He moved in and slid the head of his dick between her pussy lips. She moaned as he crossed her threshold and pushed inside her wet hole. Tom started slowly, moving faster and faster with each passing moment. He grabbed hold of her leg to increase his leverage, and Jill, in turn, grabbed his wrist to increase it even further. This girl knew how to have a good time. As she started moaning and throwing her head back, Tom knew he wouldn’t last much longer, so he pulled out, repositioning Jill while his cock had a chance to come back from the brink.

Jill gasped as Tom withdrew, but didn’t have a chance to complain as he picked her up off the bed and deposited her on her back on the floor. Spreading her legs, he went strait for her opening with his dick. The effort of picking her up had served to stave off his orgasm for a bit. He started slowly again, building up speed. With no cushioning under her back, Jill’s pussy was subjected to the full force of each of Tom’s thrusts. Again, Tom felt himself nearing the edge, and just as Jill had begun moaning and biting her lip, he pulled out and stood up. Jill voiced her frustration, but didn’t have long to complain. Tom grabbed her hand and pulled her to a standing position. He placed her arms around his neck and bent down picking up her right leg. After he had placed the back of her knee in the bend of his elbow, he coaxed her left leg into a similar position, grasping her ass in the process. He impaled her slowly on his rigid cock, easing her down until she hit bottom. Again he started with a slow rhythm, making sure she bottomed out with every thrust, controlling the tempo with his hands holding her ass. The tempo increased, and Tom was going for broke. Jill started gasping for breath as Tom pounded into her harder and harder. When the sweat glands on his back and neck released, Tom knew he was a goner. Fortunately, Jill exploded right before he did, digging her fingernails into his back to maintain her grip. After Tom emptied himself into Jill, his knees finally gave out, dropping him, and consequently Jill, back on the bed again. Jill was too spent to yelp again. Tom eased himself back on the bed, bringing Jill with him. They lay there, trying to regain their composure, until Tom’s softening prick slipped out of Jill’s pussy. Jill rolled off of Tom and leisurely began reclaiming her clothes. “I’m going to need another shower.”

Tom laughed as he pulled on a pair of sweatpants. “Thanks for doing this.”

Jill regarded him with a sneer that reeked of afterglow, “My pleasure.”

********

It was 6:05. I had been ready since 5:15 and had a hard time sitting still for 45 minutes. I had already rechecked my preparations 5 times, and I was determined not to do it again. Just as I began to wonder if she would actually show up, there was a knock.

When I opened the door, Jill was standing there in a tee shirt and shorts. She had her gym bag over one shoulder and her field hockey stick in her hand. The cleats slung over the gym bag had managed to add to the dirt on her shorts. Her bangs were plastered to her forehead with sweat and she reeked of physical exertion and the outdoors. “Hi. Ed, look, I know I’m late, but I’ve got to go take a shower and change before tonight, so…” She turned to leave, but I grabbed her hand and pulled her gently back toward my apartment.

“No. Jill, come in. I want to talk to you.”

“Ed, I’ll be right back. I’ve just got to get cleaned up first.”

“I’ve taken care of all that.” My words caught her off guard, and she allowed herself to be lead into the room. I closed the door and took her bag and hockey stick from her and put them in the corner. I lead her to the couch and I pulled one of the kitchen chairs away from the table and sat directly in front of her. “Before we go through with this, I need to know something. I need to know that you are OK with this, and that you aren’t being bullied into doing something you don’t want to do.”

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My name is Bryan I am 18 and this is a true story that happened to me while working maitnince at a department store, The names have been changed to protect those involved.

It was around 7:30AM when I arrived at work, “Dammit” I swore to myself “Late again!”. I ran threw the store towards the back stock room were I punched in and started to gather my supplies to get started cleaning up the store (yes I am a janitor, hell it pays the bills).

As I barged threw the door out to the floor I bumped in to a fellow employee Deana, she was a very soft spoken and shy oriental woman. She was about 5’4 110lbs and she was maybe 30 years of age. She was also the person I dreamed about as I masturbated every night. “Oh…sorry!” I stammered “Its okay” she said in a whisper. As I started to walk away she called after me, “Bryan, I need your help in the stock room with something.” “okay” I replied and followed her into the back watching as he perfect ass swung side to side.

When we reached a small storage area cut off from the rest of the store she stopped and turned towards me “Now Bryan” she said “I know what you think of me” “wh…what do you mean?” I asked nervously. “I know how you are always staring at my ass and how you always try to brush up against my tits every time you walk by me.” She said in a sly tone “Thats not true” I started. “Oh its not?” She bitlis escort asked. “Okay..okay, I want you Daena, every time I see you I want to mount you like a dog and fuck your brains out!” I yelled. “Well, if thats what you want, I’ll be happy to comply.” She said as to put her lips to mine, I parted her lips and our tongues met. I reached to her chest and cradled one of her perfect firm tits in my hand. As I lifted her shirt up over her head she undid the buttons on my jeans, she slid them down my legs and I steeped out of them. The next thing I knew her face was right at my crotch and I could see my hard prick straining against my underwear.. “Suck it bitch.” I commanded. “I was planning too.” She responded as she pulled my underwear down to my ankles. And she took my hard 7 inch cock into her mouth. I grabbed a handful of her raven black hair as she guided her mouth over every inch of my dick. “Ohhhhh…babe.” I moaned “Thats a good girl”. After about five minutes of her sucking my dick I told her I was going to cum and I shot my load down her throat, she swallowed every drop of my cum and stood up to face me, “your turn big boy.” She whispered.

After she took off her pants I unhooked her bra and her tits bounced free, I took one of her perky nipples into my mouth as she sat back onto a small table. As I sucked on her tit bolu escort I fingered her cunt threw her panties. “Eat me” she whispered. I lowered my self so I was between her legs and I pulled her panties off to reveal a perfectly shaven pussy. I started by kissing her naval and slowly trailed my mouth down until I reached her wet pussy. I started to part her pussy lips with my tongue. “Oh my god!” she almost screamed as I fucked her cunt with my tongue. Soon I found her clit and I started to lightly bite it and play with it with my tongue. She tasted great, her juices flowed and I licked up every drop as she moaned in ecstasy. Soon enough she had a violent orgasm right in my mouth, I stood up and we kissed I tasted my juices in her mouth and most likely she tasted hers in mine. “Fuck me, Bryan..Fuck me hard!” she whispered into my ear. I did not have to be asked twice, I told her to get on her knees and when she did I lined up my hard prick with her moist cunt and rammed it all the way in. “AHHHHHH!” she moaned “Christ, your so tight bitch” I remarked. Slowly I started to pump in and out of her pussy as she moaned. Her cunt seemed to suck at my dick as I humped her, it was pure heaven. I grabbed onto her hips and started to pump harder and faster, her pussy still gripping my throbbing dick. “Hows that slut?” I gasped. “You are fucking great, burdur escort drive that cock in deeper!” she screamed. When I felt like it was almost my time to come I laid down onto my back and Daena twisted on my cock so she was facing me. She started to move up and down on my penis. Her tits bounced vigorously as she fucked me. “Thats right bitch, fuck….” I yelled. “Oh my fucking god!” she cried. I pulled her down to me and took her right tit into my mouth, I grabbed her waist and pulled her tight against me as I shot my load deep into her pussy with her cumming hard again. I slid out and she started to get up. “No” I said “We are not finished!” “What do you mean?” she asked “get on your knees bitch!” I commanded and she listened. I spread her ass apart and stuck the head of my dick at her puckered asshole. “No” she gasped “I can’t take you there”. “To bad!” I yelled as I shoved my dick all the way up her ass and started hump with no abandon, my dick was still slick with her juices and it slid in and out of her tight ass easily. “AHHHHHH!” she screamed “Stop!…please” I slapped her ass hard and told her to shut up as I rammed her ass harder my balls slapping against her juicy fuck hole. “I’m cumming!” she yelped “So am I!” I yelled as I kept up my insane fucking pace. And soon enough I blew my third load of the day up her perfect ass. I slid my dick out and put it to her lips and she started blowing me again “That was great.” I told her and then I pinched her nipples, “Yes, it was wonderful” She replied. Two weeks later I quit. But Me and Daena still get together when we can for long nights(and mornings) of wild sex. mornings) of wild sex.

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Chapter One:

Lately, my life has settled down here on California’s Central Coast. My special lady, Catherine has been a constant in my life since returning from an extended visit with her daughter in June. Lately, I’ve spent more time at her home in San Luis Obispo then my own. A couple of weeks ago I was introduced to her new next-door neighbor, Samantha. We went on a morning hike around the local creek and then Catherine and I helped Samantha get more settled in her new home.

I know I’ve described Catherine in past stories, but for of you who have not been introduced to my love, let me elaborate. The first thing you notice is her sparkling blue eyes and ever-present smile. She can light up any room she walks into. The second attribute is that she is tall, standing at five-feet nine inches. Third on the list is her big beautiful tits. She will tell you that it was her boobs that really attracted me to her in the first place. It’s probably a true statement, but I have come to appreciate everything about Catherine, especially her outlook on life and the joy she brings to everyone she meets.

Catherine retired from an accounting position with a local winery well over a year ago. She is in her late 50s, has a daughter who graduated from Cal Poly San Luis Obispo. Her daughter now resides in Southern California and Catherine visits her often. It is usually when Catherine is down there visiting her Amy and I am left to my own devices that I find myself involved with all kinds of crazy, sex filled situations. However, when Catherine is close by, we are side by side.

Catherine has been single for more than seven years. She proudly proclaims that she put her daughter through college all on her own. Catherine is also a confirmed nudist and enthusiastic exhibitionist. Whenever she is in her backyard which overlooks rolling green hills, she is naked. In her spa she is naked; laying on her chaise lounge she is naked. She loves to visit the clothing-optional side of Avila Beach strutting her stuff and ogling the naked cocks and boobs. There is an area out by the huge rock outcroppings where people enjoy sexual liaisons. Catherine and I have made love out there several times with an audience looking on from the shore. We have watched many couples fuck and suck to their hearts content as well.

Whenever Catherine struts back and forth along the Avila Beach shore she draws appreciative stares from both men and woman alike. For a lady in her late fifties, she still has the body to make others envious. From her long, lean legs up to her generous Double-D breasts, she is perfect in my eyes. If you look closely, you will not see any tan lines, just a golden glow from top to bottom. Speaking of bottoms, Catherine’s ass is wide and fleshy as you would expect to see on an older woman. She doesn’t hide the fact that her rear is not tight and trim, she is happy to leave that attribute to the twenty-somethings that frequent Avila.

As far as I’m concerned, her best attribute, or should I say ‘attributes’ are her huge, firm tits. They are large and rounded with a bit of sag that comes with maturity, and all natural. She has crimson red areole that stretch four inches in diameter with thumb-size nipples centered within. Her nipples grow to at least three-quarters of an inch when erect, which is most of the time. They are very suckable.

And I cannot ignore that sacred space between her thick thighs. Her smooth outer pussy lips are puffy and full, with a tight slit. Catherine’s dark red inner labia hang down about a half inch from within her slit. I love sucking them between my lips and tasting her essence. I always stick my tongue out and lick her hanging red lips from bottom to top. Her inner labia are capped with a cute little clitoris that looks like a pink pearl that emerges from within its hood when she is overly stimulated.

When I first met Catherine on a 5K walk, she sported a trim triangle of auburn pubic hair on her mound. Over the course of this past year, she has changed her look several times. One time she let her trim triangle grow to a dense jungle of curls. I loved that look, and her hair always tickled my nose when I ate pussy. A couple of months ago, for our one-year anniversary, Catherine went to a waxing salon and came away with a full Brazilian. This is her current state. Although I miss her thick curls, I really prefer her all over smooth pussy. She loves the fact that I will never say no to licking and sucking her smooth puffy labia.

This Wednesday evening in mid-July finds us at her home in bed. We walked a 5K earlier with our walking club, followed by dinner with several of our walking buddies. I will forever be thankful for the club because this is where Catherine and I first met. I was looking for a healthy way to spend my time and ended up with the sexiest lady in San Luis Obispo.

I am laying on my back in the center of her bed, Catherine snuggles up to me on her side and I wrap my arm around her to stroke her back. Her firm boobs press into my side. Catherine’s right bayburt escort hand is wrapped around my balls and she massages them over and over. Every few minutes, she moves her hand up along my seven-inch shaft. With each stroke, I get harder. Catherine squeezes my cock every couple of strokes fueling my desire.

With my cock fully engorged, I shift Catherine onto her back and run my hand around her tummy and up to her full tits. I massage her body while she strokes my cock. My fingers delve down to her smooth mound and puffy outer lips before traveling back up to her breasts. I use my finger tips to trace her crimson areole and pinch her nipples. They respond to my touch and harden. With the next pass, my hand moves back down to her smooth pussy.

Catherine’s inner labia flare as I encounter her wet slit. My fingers slide along the folds and dip between her pink flaps. The more I stroke, the wetter she becomes. I lift my fingers to my mouth to taste the sweet nectar. I continue to move my hand up her stomach, around her sides and over her boobs as I stimulate her body. Her nipples remain erect. Catherine presses my hand to right breast.

“Rob, stroke my pussy, I’ll take care of my tits.”

My fingers delve back down between her outer lips to her moist labia. She keeps her right hand firmly wrapped around my thick shaft and uses her left hand to massage her breasts. I stroke her wet slit back and forth. With each pass, my fingers press deeper and deeper into her gash. I slide two fingers into her pussy and my pinkie into her rosebud. Catherine squeezes my cock and pinches her nipples.

“You are hitting all the right spots.”

“Cath, are you ready for some lube?”

I grab the vanilla flavored lube from the night stand, pour some onto my fingers and glide them over her slit. I repeat the process, applying more of the slippery lotion along her pink flaps. I slide my fingers back and forth along her pussy lips as her clit hardens.

“Rub my clit baby. Make me cum.”

I use a circular motion to stimulate her bump. My fingers press against her pearl and flick it left and right.

“Oh, gawd yes.”

Catherine’s breathing increases and her thighs quiver as her orgasm reaches the tipping point. I increase the speed of my touch. I rub up and down her labia and circle her clit several times to send her over the edge. Catherine’s body convulses with each pass of my fingers. I hold my hand against her pussy moving my fingers around and around until she grabs my hand.

“Stop, stop, I can’t take anymore. Gawd, you are good.”

Catherine releases my cock and turns on her side facing away from me. She slides her ass against my body and lifts her left leg high in the air.

“Take me from the side, Rob. Slide that wonderful cock into my pussy.

I move onto my side and position my shaft at the entrance of her cunt. I grab her raised left leg, holding in her in place and press my hips forward. My cock slides between her wet folds and I am immediately buried deep inside.

Catherine grabs her top leg just above my hand. I release her leg and reach around to hold her breast. I massage her boob while I pump my cock in and out. I palm her breast and roll her nipple between my fingers. I continue to slide in and out of her warm sheath. My orgasm starts to build and I develop a nice rhythm of thrusts and retreats. Catherine’s juices from her orgasm provide a nice lubrication for my cock.

I move my left hand back up to her thigh and hold her leg up, so she can move her fingers back to her pussy. Catherine maintains a nice pace of rubbing her clit and pressing her fingers into her pink flesh. She masturbates while I fuck her from the side sending her closer to a second climax. Our bodies slap together as I increase the force of my thrusts. I can feel the sensations in my glans as I press deeper and deeper into her love canal. It’s my sign that I’m going to ejaculate soon.

“I’m so close Cath, I’m so close. I’m going to cum in your pussy.”

“Don’t hold back Rob, give it all to me. Fill me with your hot cum.”

I last only a few more minutes until my entire shaft is buzzing and I can’t turn back. My brain tells me to hold still, but my cock tells me to go into overdrive. I follow my cock and my orgasm washes over me with just a few more thrusts. I release my cum deep inside Catherine’s cunt. Several ropes of jizz make the journey from my balls, up my shaft and explode into my warm cocoon. With each spasm another rope of semen fills her cavern. As the pleasure turns to pain, I press my hips tight against her bum and hold on while I drain my cock.

My hard shaft is buried within a sheath of hot flesh and then I feel the contractions. Catherine’s pussy muscles flex with her second orgasm. I can’t see her hand, but I sense her fingers are working overtime to abuse her clit. She lowers her leg and presses her ass against me while her lower torso pulsates with good vibrations. This second climax is deeper and more bilecik escort profound than the first.

I lay next to Catherine with my hand gripping her hip. Slowly the shaking subsides, and she lays against me in a fetal position. She is totally drained. When I feel my shaft soften, I pull back from Catherine. My cock is covered in cum and her girl juice. She rolls onto her back with her legs spread and takes several deep breaths. Her tits swell high on her chest with her hard nipples pointing straight up. Still lying on my side, I reach over to massage her breasts and glide my hand down her stomach to massage her pubic mound. I try to soothe her spent body.

It’s several moments before Catherine opens her eyes and looks at me. We stare into each other’s eyes and smile. The two of us are totally satisfied. Sweat covers our bodies. We kiss some more as we enjoy our shared orgasm.

“Geez Rob, that was amazing. Thank you for staying with me through that second orgasm. Your cock felt so good and I was starting to feel butterflies as you were fucking me. I just decided to go for it and see if I could cum again. I did, and it was great.”

“I love watching you cum Catherine. And to see you masturbate is a real treat. I’m happy you’re not self-conscious about playing with yourself in front of me. It’s a real turn on, I have to say.”

Our tired, spent bodies are totally relaxed and we drift in and out of consciousness. I believe we may have both slept for as a while because Catherine begins to stir and breaks contact with my body.

“What time is it Catherine?”

She looks at the clock on the nightstand, “Just after eleven. We must have slept a few hours. I need to clean up in the bathroom and then I’ll join you under the covers.”

While Catherine is away, I tug on my soft cock and realize I’m done for the night. It feels good to stroke my shaft and massage my balls, but nothing is going to rise. A few minutes later Catherine slips into bed beside me. I cradle her head in my arms and stroke her side. I avoid her tits and pussy. No sense in stirring the pot if I can’t cook.

She whispers in my ear, “Rob, my love, I have a favor to ask. Will you take Samantha down to the adult shop in the morning? She wants to get an eight-inch dildo just like mine.”

“Really, she can’t go herself?”

“She could, but I promised her you would escort her and help her find what she needs. And, you can pick up some more lube, we are running low. I’d love some cherry flavored this time.”

“She could borrow your silicon cock when she needs a little satisfaction, and besides, she does have a nine-inch rabbit vibe?”

“Oh, no, no, no. My cock stays put right where it is. And yes, she does have her new rabbit, but women like variety and one vibrator is never enough.”

“But Cath, I’m worried she might try to get me into the video booth and want to suck my cock through that glory hole. She said so herself.”

“Oh sweetie, it’ll be OK. And if she did, what harm would that be? She’s already seen this gorgeous cock and she did give you a blowjob last week in the spa.”

Catherine wraps her hand around my deflated shaft as she talks. It’s no use, my dick isn’t going to respond.

“Yes, but you were with me and we were together. Samantha and I will be alone, and I don’t want to step out on you.”

“Oh really, and has that ever stopped you before?”

“Well, no.”

“Besides, I want you to get to know Samantha; something tells me that we are going to see a lot of her and I think we could become a threesome. At least I know we’ll be involved with a lot of threesomes. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Making love with two ladies is one of your major turn-ons.”

“You know if I deny that, I’d be lying. Where will you be tomorrow?”

“The pest control man is coming in the morning. I want to show him the places where I want him to spray extra to get rid of the spiders.”

“Are you sure, that’s all you want to do? The bug man, huh? What special places do you have in mind?”

“Oh you. It’s Mr. McCarthy, my regular pest control guy from Nu-Tech Pest Management. He’s a little old man in his mid-70s. He’s a gentle soul with a kind heart. Now, if it was the refrigerator repairman, that would be a different story. He was quite the hunk.”

“Was he the one you fucked to get a discount, or was it just a blowjob?”

“No, I did not. I thought about it. He was only here for a half hour to replace the freezer fan, so I flashed my boobs for his tip.”

“Cath, you are too much. You make me laugh.”

Catherine giggles and rolls on top of me. She wiggles and presses her tits against my chest as we kiss, and our tongues collide.

“I hope that’s not all I do? So, if you say yes to taking Samantha, I’ll give you a big surprise in the morning before you leave.”

“Yes, I’ll do it.”

“Thank you darling. Let’s get some sleep. I want you well-rested for the morning.”

Catherine rolls to her side and faces bingöl escort away from me. She shimmies her fleshy ass right against my limp noodle. It’s not going anywhere else tonight. I stretch my arm over Catherine and hold her left boob in my palm. This is my comfort position. She grabs my hand and kisses the back of it before returning it to her breast.

“Good night my love.”

“Good night.”

Chapter Two:

I had a good night of sleep; a full eight hours. I’m a little groggy as I come back to the land of the living. I realize the bed covers are completely off and my cock is very hard. My eyes begin to focus, and I see Catherine naked, standing by the side of the bed with her eight-inch dildo dangling between her thighs. Her strap-on is tight around her hips.

“Good morning sleepyhead. I see your cock is ready for me. It’s nice to know I have that effect on you.”

“Catherine you know this is my morning wood. I wake up every day with this condition until

I can relieve myself. I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

When I return Catherine is still standing next to the bed with her hands on her hips. The bed top sheet and comforter are on the floor. I know Catherine has specific plans for me.

“Hey Cath, have I told you lately how big and beautiful your boobs are? They are perfect, and your nipples are to die for. You can remain topless forever as far as I’m concerned.”

“The Vice Squad might have something to say about that. If I’m in the backyard, or at Avila Beach, I’ll grant you your wish. Now you can grant me one of my own.”

“I think I know what that wish might be. Are you going to be gentle with me?”

“Yes, I promise just like last time. Remember how you liked my cock and how incredible your orgasm was? We’ve never seen you cum so much and it was yummy. I want just as much this time. I need my morning protein.”

“Alright but use lots of lube and go slow. I was sore for a couple of days last time, but it was worth it. My orgasm almost made me pass out.”

“Hop on the bed and let mama have that ass.”

Catherine moves between my legs as I lie on my back. She lubes up the eight-inch lifelike cock and presses the tip against my tight sphincter. Once again, my cock is rock hard in anticipation of being pegged.

“Rob, look at your hard cock, it’s giving you away again. Are you ready?”

Catherine grabs my shaft with one hand and her other guides the dildo into my rear end. She presses her hips forward and the fake cock stretches my ass. My O-ring expands and accepts the width of the penis.

“Gawd Rob, this is so sexy; and I guess I love the control that I have over you.”

Catherine leans into me and several inches slide deep into my anal canal. She squeezes my cock and pumps my thick shaft. Catherine pulls back, and the hard silicon dick massages my prostate. The feeling is incredible. She adds a little more lube to the shaft and it glides in my rear all the way. Catherine presses her hips against my ass and the entire eight inches are buried in my rear. She remains frozen as I catch my breath. My cock throbs and Catherine’s fingers pinche my glans to stave of my climax.

“Don’t cum yet Rob, the longer you hold out, the more intense it will be.”

Catherine holds my cock and jacks me up and down while she fucks my ass with the eight-inch dildo. She pumps my shaft quickly and then releases her grip. Her hand moves to my balls and she pulls on my sack. Catherine rolls my balls around like marbles and then grips my shaft again. All the while she maintains a constant rhythm of sliding her cock between my ass cheeks.

Once again, I am on the edge of exploding. Catherine senses my imminent orgasm and bucks her hips wildly filing my ass with hot silicon. She grabs my shaft with both hands and masturbates me with fast strokes. Her palms squeeze together surrounding my cock and urging me to spew. The combination of an eight-inch cock and hand job drive me over the edge.

“Keeping pumping me Catherine, I’m going to cum. Oh gawd, I’m going to c…”

Before the word ‘climax’ leaves my mouth, I erupt with a torrent of cum. Several thick blasts white fluid shoot up from the tip of my shaft and travel a foot in the air before splashing onto Catherine’s hands and my belly. Catherine presses her hips against my butt, forcing the dildo deep in my ass.

“Oh Rob, so much cum, so much cum. Just like last time.”

Catherine massages my cock as more cream flows and covers her fingers with sticky goodness. My orgasm surges through my body and my ass lifts into the air. I grab the bed sheets in my hands and hold on as my entire body shakes.

When I come to rest, and my hips fall back to the mattress Catherine eases off and her silicon cock exists my ass. My tight rear muscle collapses and I’m empty again. My cock throbs as Catherine grips my shaft. She bends over and licks the sperm from her fingers and my cock. After she cleans her digits she moves to the pool of cum covering my stomach. Catherine suctions up all my cum between her lips and into her mouth. She is a human vacuum cleaner.

Before she completes her duty, I am cum free and she has her morning snack. My cock softens as it slips from between her hands. She is satisfied, and I am completely satisfied.

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Well this was a first.

This had started with one of those conversations that couples have – well some couples. My wife and I were talking about first sexual experiences. Not the typical “when did you first have sex” type of firsts, we’d exhausted that vein long ago. This was more along the lines of what had we done with others that we would like to do with each other – those kinds of firsts.

That one conversation had continued into discussions that finally resulted in plans. Specifically, vacation plans to enjoy with each another what had previously been enjoyed with only others. So here we are in the middle of what had become a vacation filled with firsts: our first visit to a nude beach, our first walking around nude at a nude beach. These were all part of the plan. What was unplanned was our first experience of seeing people having sex in public, and our first time having sex in a public place. An event we found incredibly arousing.

This particular first, tonight’s first, was sort of a spur-of-the-moment-we-really-were-just-walking-
by-and-it’s-our-first-visit-to-a-strip club first. We were barely inside when they were announcing an amateurs’ only strip contest.

I guess that made it an ‘open pole night.’

I mentioned to my wife the potential for more firsts. She thought I was just teasing; I managed to convince her otherwise. I persuaded her that we were on vacation, nobody we knew was here and it would definitely be a first, a first for us both, but especially a first for her.

My wife gripped my arm. I thought for a moment that she was going to pull me right out of there. Instead she pulled us to a table and we sat down. Our drinks came with us and were soon replaced by fresh ones.

The decibel level in the club increased and the contest began.

We watched as one girl after the other took her turn and her chances on stage. Neither of us was impressed with the first girl. She appeared to be rather drunk and seemed to think that flashing her large naked breasts was good enough.

My wife actually liked the way the second girl danced remarking that this one was at least aware that dance involved rhythm. I was aware that the second girl stripped down to nothing; I didn’t tell my wife that.

The third and fourth contestants were rated by us as somewhere between the first and second girls. I told my wife she had a better body and better moves then any of the girls so far.

The fifth girl didn’t even get down to her bra and panties before she lost her nerve and left the stage.

That left a long pause in the program while they prepared for the next dancer. The club girls working the tables and the bars didn’t seem to mind as they took up the slack. My fourth Scotch had just been delivered when the music stopped. Which was kind of a relief, as the endlessly pounding dance music had gotten more then a little tiresome.

I looked around the room and noticed that some guys were getting lap dances and similar stuff. I would’ve loved to get my ‘first’ but with my wife off to the ladies room I didn’t think she’d appreciate returning to find some naked woman grinding her naked butt into my lap.

The lights in the room dimmed suddenly and loud catcalls filled the room as a hundred pairs of eyes re-focused on the stage curtain. The MC thanked the crowd for their patience and then announced the next girl – my wife had yet to return and my stomach tightened.

“Our next entry in tonight’s amateur hour is a hot little housewife looking to play while hubby’s away. Let’s hear it for Sultry Sexy Sonia…”

Sultry Sexy Sonia? None of the other dancers had fancy names, another first.

Lush strings filled the speakers. I recognized the song immediately, At Last by Etta James. The curiosity level in the room trebled, clearly this was something new.

A bare right leg slowly emerged through the curtains until it was revealed right up to the hip. A bare right arm followed. They both slowly disappeared and then a bare left leg and a bare left arm were revealed and then removed. At the exact moment that Etta sung the words “At last…” the curtains were thrown aside and Sonia stepped out onto the stage. The place went wild.

Sonia was wearing an electric blue Lycra dress that looked like she had been dipped in it. The front of the dress went from mid-thigh all the way to her neck. The back of the dress, such as it was, stopped just below the dimples of her lower back. The material clung to her curves intimately. You could see every bump and hollow of her body clearly. The knowledge that she was wearing bra and panties underneath the dress merely enhanced the effect. I was stunned.

Sonia moved in a way that was completely different then any of the previous girls. They had all danced frenetically about – seemingly all too self-conscious of the venue and the audience. Sonia danced as if she was alone in her room and we were all voyeurs looking bursa escort in through a bedroom window. She moved…no, she oozed around the stage.

She preened as if before a mirror, grabbing the hem of her dress and alternately holding one side down while lifting the opposite side up as high as the material would permit. The guys near the edge of the stage were craning their heads trying to look up her dress. Up and down the dress went until the stage side crowd seemed to be frothing at the mouth.

Unfortunately, at least as far as I was concerned, “At Last” is a fairly short song and as it ended, so did Sultry Sexy Sonia’s dance. With the final note still hanging in the room she was standing straight legged and bent over at her waist sticking her butt out towards the crowd. She looked over her shoulder and winked.

She hadn’t removed a stitch of clothing and yet the state of arousal in the room was palpable. I figured she was done as she stood facing the crowd and bowed deeply.

Then the music started again, only it wasn’t lush strings this time. A heart stopping bass line caused the noise level in the room to ratchet upwards.

I think Sultry Sexy Sonia thought she was done too, because she looked confused for just a moment. She seemed to be thinking about what she should do next. Whether it was the music, the cheers (I had yelled, ‘Take it off!’ as loudly as anyone else), the alcohol or who knows what Sultry Sexy Sonia began to respond.

Her eyes brightened, her hips began to sway.

Whoa – Sultry Sexy Sonia had decided to strip.

She strutted to the edge of the stage and squatted down with her back to most of the audience. She looked over her shoulder and lifted her hair off her neck revealing where the straps were tied together. Willing hands reached up to untie the bow. As the man behind her was untying the bow she slowly spread her knees apart and a small group of men at the far end of the stage cheered loudly as they obviously got a clear look up her dress. With the top released she stood and began to peel the material down her body.

It was clear from the moment she began to strip that she was as aroused as the crowd. Her nipples looked like they were trying to escape from their confinement. She peeled her dress down to her nipples – then she paused and seemed to tug harder and harder.

Sonia was wearing a strapless bra that was nearly transparent. Her areolas were clearly visible and yet her dress was apparently caught on her erect nipples. She kept tugging on the dress and then seemed to give up. She walked to two guys and knelt before them; whispering into their ears. They nodded vigorously with each one taking hold of a strap of her dress. Sonia placed a hand on each of their shoulders and counted off “one…two…three…pull!” The front of the dress was peeled down to her hips. She moved her hands to the back of their heads and pulled their faces into her breasts. Her eyes flew open in amazement and her head bobbled back and forth.

Sonia rapidly stood and stepped back. Her bra was wet with saliva and her nipples looked even bigger. There was a brilliant blush across her chest.

There was a loud clamor from a part of the stage that she hadn’t spent much time with. She walked right to the edge of the stage and planted her feet with her hands on her hips. A blind man could have read her lips, “Well?”

A hand reached out and took hold of the hanging material of her dress and began to pull downward. It unpeeled with an excruciating slowness. A cheer rang out when the top of her thong appeared. Howls erupted as the crack of her ass came into view. The dress cleared the width of her hips and moved more quickly down until it pooled at her feet. The group in front of her went berserk; she smiled and nodded her head at them. She stepped out of the dress and kicked it off the stage.

Sonia turned and walked slowly along the edge of the stage from one side to the other. The rest of the room went berserk as they soon saw what the first group had seen. The front of her thong was as transparent as her bra (visualize something similar to Saran Wrap).

She might not yet be naked but she was already bare. Not only could you see the cleft of her swollen cunt lips and a very prominent clitoral hood; you could see her glistening inner thighs too. Sultry Sexy Sonia was very very aroused.

Sonia reached her arms overhead and did an exaggerated stretch as she arched her chest forward. The effect was instantaneous as the bra rode up with her and the bottom half of her breasts slipped out – almost. Those damn nipples of hers!

When she completed her stretch she looked down and readjusted her bra into place, only she pulled it down a little too far and her breasts slipped out of the top – almost. Those damn nipples again!

This tug of war went back and forth until the room was worked up into a near frenzy. Walking çanakkale escort to the edge again she sat down. Sonia beckoned a man from the tables behind the front row and motioned for him to properly adjust her bra for her. He reached into the top of the bra and was clearly in contact with her nipples. She looked at him with an expression of exasperation. He tugged at the bra and managed to pull it up – and over her nipples. His hands were slapped away.

Sonia crawled on her hands and knees to a different part of the stage with her breasts hanging free. She swung her legs into a seated position and beckoned another man forward. Motioning in a number of different ways that she wanted him to get her breasts back into her bra where they belong. He must have pushed and tucked and tried for a good minute with no apparent success. Her expression went from hopeful to frustration to downright suspicious. Sonia sent him back to his seat and moved to another part of the stage.

Three more men valiantly attempted and yet failed miserably in getting her breasts back in her bra. Sonia moved and beckoned again – only this time two women stepped up to her. She pointed out the locations of all the men and shook her head dismissively. Sonia bent forward and the women immediately began to kiss and suck her breasts and nipples until her eyes went wide in shock then rolling upwards in delight.

Sonia’s mouth opened wide and her brow wrinkled. The guys near her started screaming as they looked down – past her breasts and past the two women suckling her. Her face was a mask of pleasured intensity – damn, the women had to be feeling her up. She started gasping for breath and then she cried out above the tumult. The place exploded in noise.

Sonia inched back from the edge of the stage. Her bra was now gone (when had that happened?) and her nipples stuck out like two red thumbs, her breasts were swollen and mottled with coloration. She was scuttling backwards on her hands and feet as she edged away from the crowd at the stage. It was clear just exactly what had happened. Her thong was pulled to one side and her exposed cunt was wet and open.

Sitting in the middle of the stage Sonia put her hand on her head as if in utter disbelief as to what had just happened. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused. She struggled to her feet while neglecting to re-position her thong (much to the delight of all in attendance). She stood wavering on her feet as if not knowing what to do next.

I watched in utter fascination as her face reflected the inner conflict she was so obviously experiencing. You could see clearly how she paused on a thought as she considered it. Then she seemed to be thinking about something else.

I recalled earlier in the evening when I’d seen the waitresses giving guys lap dances at their tables. This seemed to be an ideal opportunity. I gather my courage and shouted out above the din, “How about a Lap Dance Sonia? You’d be our first!”

Sonia looked in my direction as the crowd took up the chant, “Lap Dance! Lap Dance!”

When she reached her decision it was first revealed in her eyes, then her face and finally expressed through her body. She talked to someone back stage and walked back to the front of the stage.

“First time it is. I need a virgin. Is there a virgin in the house?”

A cheer went up fron a corner of the room and a surge toward the stage moved forward from there. A group of servicemen came to the front, and young man was body surfed up and onto the stage.

He looked pretty drunk.

He looked pretty young.

He was clearly very embarrassed.

Sonia turned him around and moved behind him. She pressed her breasts into his back as she reached around to unbutton his shirt. She peeled it slowly off of him revealing a pretty good physique. She rubbed the front of his trousers outlining the very erect cock within. The crowd and his buddies went crazy.

A high back chair had been placed in front of the curtain and Sonia moved the boy to it. She placed his feet in front on the legs and bent over to tie his ankles to the chair. The resulting cheer reminded her that she had NOT repositioned her thong. A collective groan went up as her hand appeared between her legs and pulled it into place.

Once the boy was secure she quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down to his ankles. His tented white boxers raised a howl of approval. She pushed him back into the chair then climbed onto him rubbing her breasts into his face. His hands were on the arms on the chair until she placed one on her ass and moved the other one between them. She spread her legs apart. Was he fingering her?

Her back arched and she rubbed her body against his. She slid back and stood slowly. She turned around and pressed her butt onto his lap rubbing across his tented skivvies. She paused, looked over her shoulder and said something to çankırı escort him.

Evidently the back of her thong had a snap, which he released so that the front of the thong was hanging down like a loincloth. She walked around behind him and tied his arms to the chair back. Sonia shifted the chair around so that the back faced the room. Grabbing the top of the chair back she pulled the chair down to the floor. The kid was in a seated position on his back like some kind of misplaced astronaut.

She stood over him so that he was looking right up at her cunt.

Squatting down onto his face the material of her thong obstructed the view of what was going on. The expression on her face was unmistakable; though I’d never seen it before. He was eating her out.

She was the most desirable woman I’ve ever seen. Even though my own arousal was tinted with jealousy I was enthralled by the performance before me.

Sonia cried out again as her whole body trembled and shook. She slumped forward and crawled off of his face. Responding to her request a stagehand came out and lifted the chair upright. Between her crawling forward and the chair being lifted the kid looked up into space, his face was wet with her orgasm.

She moved in front of him and cleaned his face. She kissed his cheek softly and whispered in his ear – he nodded. She looked at him closely and asked him again, the word “virgin” was plain enough to see. Again he nodded.

She looked in my direction. I knew that she couldn’t possibly see me through the stage lights; yet she was looking right at me. We had talked about this, we had joked about this, I had teased her repeatedly about this; about never having been a guy’s first experience of sex. She was going to do it. It was speak now or forever accept what was about to happen.

My own voice caught in my throat. That wasn’t the case with the rest of the room.

She climbed onto his lap straddling his legs. She reached between their bodies. She faced him eye to eye and lowered her hips down. Heads were craning and moving throughout the room to try and see just exactly was happening. Her face reflected her experience. His groan expressed his.

The room became strangely quiet. In the silence, faintly at first then growing louder.

Slurp.

Slurp.

Slurp.

She was fucking him – son of a bitch – she was actually fucking the kid! She had to be, you couldn’t fake that! Could you?

The sounds grew louder and closer together. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.

Her higher pitched whine – “huh…huh…huh”, was soon joined with his lower pitch grunt.

In a room filled with people it was absolutely quiet save for the “slurp”, “huh” and “ungh” of their fucking.

His grunts grew louder and closer together – and then he came with a roar, there wasn’t any doubt.

For a moment – for a very brief moment – it was completely and utterly quiet.

And then it was total pandemonium – yells, screams, whistles, clapping – it was off the scale.

My eyes were riveted on the stage.

I saw Sonia lift her hips from his and then she melted down between his legs her head was in his lap – was she cleaning him? She untied his bonds and knelt at his feet, her head resting on his knees.

The kid – no the man, freshly made, stood up and pulled Sultry Sexy Sonia to her feet. He touched her face with a shy gentleness and he kissed her on each cheek.

When he turned the grin plastered across his face said it all; a tremendous cheer rang out. He shuffled to the edge of the stage and jumped off into the waiting throng. A number of girls joined his group and it seemed very likely that his night was just beginning.

I turned back to the stage and she was gone –Sultry Sexy Sonia was nowhere to be seen. My heart was pounding in curiosity, arousal and disbelief.

I felt two hands pull me towards the door; my wife was ready to go. For that matter so was I.

During the infinitely long time it took to walk back to our hotel we were silent at first. It wasn’t until we turned the corner that I was able to speak; although I didn’t say much.

“You are one amazing woman.” I paused. “I mean that I really do.”

I could tell that wasn’t what she wanted to hear but I didn’t know if I could say what she needed to hear – what she needed me to say. So I kissed her. I stopped her, turned her to me and I kissed her. And I realized that she had never kissed the kid on the lips! I don’t know if I was fooling myself or what, but that made all the difference in the world.

“I love you Sonia. I love you with all my heart. You were so brave up there, weren’t you afraid?”

“I was so scared. I couldn’t seem to stop. I was listening for you to tell me to, I really was. You have to believe me. I never…”

“I didn’t want you to stop. I’m glad you didn’t stop. I…”

My beautiful sexy sultry wife silenced me with a kiss. We walked in that silence back to our hotel.

Safely in our room my wife pleaded exhaustion; I agreed with her that we’d had a very full day. She had every right to be exhausted. I was still very aroused.

Arousal triumphed over exhaustion that night – three times it triumphed.

Another first.

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Author’s Note – Please read from Chapter 1 to make sense of this. This is not a quick stroke story. There will be sexy-times, but they will only happen as the story’s pace dictates, and that won’t start quick.

All characters participating in sexual activities are 18 or older.

Chapter 32

Struggling back to consciousness, Ray realized he wasn’t waking into his normal life. He was re-entering the dream with the void bubbles again. The white and black ghostly silhouettes seemed to concentrate more around his point of presence than before – the far ‘side’ of the bubbles was a lot more sparsely populated than this, assuming ‘side’ was the right term to use in such a confusing place.

The ancient Hinn sent warm greetings without words, to which Ray responded with gratefulness and a mental image of Tauriz. The response from the Hinn were mixed. Some were upset to see her collared as a genie, others were happy that she continued to exist, yet others were much more interested in himself. They seemed to argue with each other, perhaps even coming to blows.

That was another eye-opener (perception-opener?) for Ray. This bodiless realm still appeared to allow for some form of fighting. Ray felt like a nervous white belt before his first lesson, knowing there were techniques and skills he’d never known out there without understanding what they could even be.

Nearby he saw a familiar face, if not a welcome one. The darkest outline he could perceive followed the shape of Baba Yaga. She smiled her horrific iron-edged smile at him and nodded, perhaps in acknowledgment or with some other meaning behind it.

Time froze for a split second, nothing moving, and then resumed as if nothing had happened. The silhouettes he could see all seemed to be stirred up, reacting strongly to whatever it was that just happened. He felt anticipation, concern, and curiosity from the ancient Hinn, but frustratingly was unable to get more details from them.

A flood of images inundated him, too fast for him to follow. He’d been subjected to a rapid drumbeat of situations the first time he’d been here, but this pace? This was many times faster and covered a broader base. He caught glimpses of people he thought he knew, people he felt he’d never seen before, creatures of nightmare and blissful dreams, terrifying locations, heartstoppingly beautiful locations. Almost as fast as it started, it stopped, almost as if it realized it was going too rapidly for Ray.

He saw Tauriz shatter her sheathe again, feeling the world change in the vision, but frustratingly he was still unable to tell if the result was for the better or worse.

He saw Jann assaulting Jann with Jinn hiding in the shadows in a wooded setting. The location was new to him, but the skyline was clearly from the Keane Valley, a few hours’ drive from the University, home to the highest mountains in New York State. The last crescent of the moon featured prominently low on the western edge of the sky.

He saw the ocean, lit by a gorgeous sunset on the shoreward side. On it rode a small wooden boat no more than four or five feet long, laden with a bonfire. The fire ignited and the boat’s sail was lifted, driving it out into the ocean to its eventual fate.

Faster and faster, he saw more and more. He saw Amber and Monica standing on either side of an older copy of themselves. He saw Jonathon lying dead, and jarringly felt satisfaction. He saw a desert and a cliff and a cave and a long walk in the dark. He saw an ancient pillar of stone with carvings that appeared to have been carved the previous night. A pile of reeds. An ancient khopesh sword. A snapped stick. Footprints which lead out into the dark night.

Head spinning under the assault, Ray woke up.

Chapter 33

Waking for real this time, Ray felt the comfort of Tauriz’ flawless skin on his own. Her presence flooded his restored Hinn, more reassuring even than feeling her warmth in his arms. It amazed and awed Ray that he was coming to trust Hinn more than his own eyes and sense of touch.

“Hinn are named for Hinn, not for eyes, not for the mind, not for samum, Ray,” Tauriz quietly said. “We are more than the whole of our bodies, and when more of us gather, we are much, much more. None have stood against a hundred enraged Hinn, no matter how many they have brought to the battle.”

“Now we just need to find, rescue, or make ninety-eight more then,” Ray chuckled.

“You laugh, Master, but it is an option open to us. It is a dangerous proposition to those who would change unless you used a wish as I used the wish you gifted me to assure your successful transformation. Then, it is merely exceedingly painful.”

“Is that something you’d desire? To create a new generation of Hinn?”

“Yes and no both, Ray. It would solve some of our problems, but it would also cause others. The Jinn would become enraged as soon as they become aware of it, and Jinn do not enter the battlefield in a forthright manner against Hinn, they learned ardahan escort that bloody lesson well.”

“Do you think the angelics might take a position?”

“The angelics generally do not interfere with mortal matters, for some unknown or unknowable reason. Occasionally one of the ‘Fallen’ angelics will use mortals as pawns or resources, which appears to be the primary exception when angelics become involved with mortals.”

“They’re mostly interested in their own?”

“That is the speculation that seemed to become the accepted wisdom among those who have studied these beings.”

“You still access Hinn much easier than I can. To me, it’s something I consult. You seem to comprehend immediately.”

“That is because I am well used to its ways, Master. Your use is impressive – most young Hinn have greater trouble than you do.”

“I’d guess most young Hinn had no idea about databases, content retrieval systems, or the like, either.”

“Interesting – perhaps you are correct, Ray. Perhaps human technology has begun to catch up to Hinn in some ways.”

“Starting to, perhaps, but Hinn is beyond the greatest ideals of human technology I’ve yet heard of.”

“The universal encyclopedia comes close, as do the collective and other stories of your human history.”

“Mm. Something to think about – new ways for me to consider using Hinn. I do worry that Hinn used the way you do affects your attitudes, though.”

“Because we treat Hinn as memory?”

“And because people can lie via Hinn.”

“That, dear Master, is a much longer discussion. I shall share this much with you now – there are ways to tell how many have accessed a thought, and their attitudes about said thought. But for now, we must up and create a breakfast for our guests.”

“I wish we were comfortably dressed and ready to face this day, Tauriz.” And of course, they were.

He wore a comfortable pair of jeans and a button-down shirt under a tweed blazer. She wore jeans and a brass thread-shot black silk blouse, her brazen hair braided in a short but formal Assyrian style that would have taken hours to accomplish almost any other way. Both wore comfortable half-boots on their feet.

“You enjoy brass threads in black silk, do you not, Tauriz?”

“I do, it has long been a signature of mine. Silk is relatively new to me – I used other fabrics before.”

“Well, let’s get busy in the kitchen. Giambotte waits on no man.”

Picking up the idea of the meal from Ray, Tauriz smiled. Egg dishes were long a favorite of hers.

Chapter 34

“So, what can I do for this meal, Ray?”

Ray replied, “Why don’t you skin and cut up, say, six potatoes. Half-inch cubes, please,” as he readied a large pot of coffee in the brewer.

Ray took out a couple pounds of Italian sausage and sliced it into disks before frying them up. Lining a bowl with paper towels, he put the sausage to the side to drain. Taking the potatoes Tauriz had finished, he sliced some bell peppers into them then added a couple cloves of garlic he minced up fine. Tossing them in the sausage grease coated cast iron pans as they browned, he kept adding potatoes as they became ready.

Splitting the potato mixture between the two pans, Ray added the sausage back in and a handful of crushed red pepper. Turning the heat down, he quickly whisked up a dozen eggs and poured half in each pan. Handing Tauriz a block of mozzarella and a grater, he asked her to grate the cheese back and forth over the frying pans as he finished the dish.

He kept mixing the eggs and other ingredients as they finished cooking, ending up with a solid, appealing mass of yellow, brown, white, and green that he scooped onto plates for serving. The aroma brought everyone to the kitchen, and everyone found seats on furniture or the floor and enjoyed their portions of the dish.

“When you finish, dishes go into the dishwasher, please!” he called out as he tucked into his serving. A line formed, filling the dishwasher quickly as people cleaned their plates. Adding soap, Ray kicked off the wash cycle as everyone finished getting ready to leave for the day’s events.

“So I’m in with Tomaz’ folks, and Tauriz is riding in the combat chariot, right?” asked Ray.

Getting acknowledgments, Ray noticed his phone blinking that there was a message on the answering machine. Not having time just then, he left and locked the condo behind himself as they headed downstairs to the front door.

There was no escort this morning, not in the air, not following them, not several blocks to either side. Ray tipped off Tauriz and requested she tell Jessica. No problems got in the way, and they gathered back up in the parking lot near the Academic Center.

Walking into the building, Ray was glad to see the Dean was talking with the nameless leader. He walked over to the duo, smiling. The Dean followed the information Ray had forwarded via Jessica, and while he clearly wanted to thank the artvin escort leader, he manfully avoiding the offensive terms.

“Everything going OK, gentlemen?” Ray asked.

As the leader turned to look at him, Ray had a split-second image of the leader holding Tauriz’ hand as she cried. “Professor Helms, the Dean has promised us complete control of the songs playing here!”

“I’m glad that there was a way to gift you this in recognition of your long service to the University,” Ray said.

“Indeed! I’d LOVE to thank him properly, Ray, but – I won’t. Instead of thanking him, perhaps this gift may help?”

“It will assist us in our self-appointed job here, Dean. It is of great worth to us.”

“If there is more you need to protect the students here, please, ask me,” the Dean said. “I’ll be happy to work with you if and when there’re other needs. You’ve done great, great work here.”

“I acknowledge your words and appreciate greatly the caution in how you say them, Dean McKennitt. With that, we’ll leave you to your business today. Your guests have already arrived, Professor, and are in the auditorium.”

“I’d thank you if I could,” Ray said.

“You’ve done us a great good here, Ray. We are appreciative.”

“Until when we meet next, be well, good leader.”

Turning, and taking the Dean gently by the elbow, Ray walked back to his team as the leader disappeared in the middle of the open floor. The Skepsi troopers blinked and started aggressively scanning the area. “It’s OK, gentlemen, lady – that particular gentleman is a friend of ours, regardless of how unusual his abilities may appear to be. I’m told our guests from Boch are already here. Shall we join them?”

Heading to the auditorium, Ray took a moment to thank the Dean for his careful handling of the situation. “They are extremely fragile in bizarre ways, Dean – your handling of them was very apt.”

“I’d say I’ve dealt with stranger folk, but I don’t think that’s quite true unless perhaps we’re talking about you two,” the Dean replied, causing Ray to chuckle.

Entering the room, Ray saw five people scattered around the room and another five down on the main floor, poking about the catered goods. “Good morning. I take it you’re the folks from Boch?”

An older man, average in looks and height, perhaps twenty pounds over his ideal fighting weight, looked up from stirring his coffee. “Professor Helms?”

“I am. We have here a small team from Skepsi who’ll be joining your team on the boundary as well as Jessica Smitts, my lawyer, Tauriz Aoud, my girlfriend, and myself at the table with you and your team.”

“Excellent. Paul Boch, third generation, and I lead this little group. My aide, Jennifer Boch of the fourth generation, and our lawyer, Dieter Boch, also of the third generation. Our boundary folks are led by Jimmy here – who’ll he be coordinating with?” The family resemblance was quite strong between all four.

“Tomaz, I assume that’s you?”

“Yes, Ray. Jimmy, I’m Tomaz, pleasure to meet you.” The two guards stepped off to the side to talk shop and determine how best to set up together.

“So, anyone mind if I use first names? I prefer the informality where we can afford it,” asked Ray.

“Not a problem with us, Ray,” smiled Paul. His smile didn’t touch his eyes.

“Everyone suitably caffeinated? Then let’s get the pat-downs done, and we’ll get to business,” Ray said as he handed Hina his wallet, phone, keys, and watch again. Following the pattern they’d set with Skepsi, Jessica passed her things other than a couple pens and the relevant documents to Hina as well.

Ray assumed the position, and Jennifer stepped up and patted him down thoroughly but professionally. Jessica and Tauriz also passed the inspection, unsurprisingly.

Paul then assumed the position and looked surprised when Ray waved him off. “I am not going blindly on trust here, Paul. We’ll explain in a couple of minutes. Please, take what seats you like at the table, then we’ll settle in.”

They did, Jessica passed the NDAs around to the other three and received a copy of each once Ray duplicated them as he had with Skepsi.

“That’s a different trick, Ray, can’t say I’ve ever seen that done before.”

“And we’re just getting started, Paul. Hold on tight – it might be a bit of a bumpy ride. Now, next hard question – are any of you broadcasting or otherwise communicating with anyone other than the three of you? If so, the next step I take will cut those communications, so I felt it wise to warn you of that before I start.”

“We’re all broadcasting back to Boch, Ray. It’s what we normally do as part of appearing in public for members of our family.”

“I need to either know that you’re just broadcasting a simple, unmodulated signal, or I need to break the signals, Paul. Your call.”

“The signals are modulated, Ray. I’d prefer not to have them blocked, as setting them back up is difficult.”

“Understood, but bodrum escort having third parties who haven’t signed the NDAs at this point involved in the discussion is not a risk I’m willing to accept. It’s part of the reason why we’re offering a half million for this meeting.”

Jessica spoke up, “Dieter, we’ve tussled in the courts a few times, but I’ve had nothing but respect for your skills and professionalism. Will it help you to know that both my team, Tongxin, and Skepsi have been through this process, and ended up signing on with Ray?”

Dieter froze when his name came up, slowly thawing as Jessica explained. “Paul, that’d be good information to share with Jimmy,” he said.

“Very well. Thank you for that, Ms. Smitts,” Paul said. “One second, please, while I let Jimmy know, and he reconfigures our infrastructure appropriately.”

“Jessica, please.”

“Jessica, then. One second please.” Paul walked over to Jimmy and started talking to him in a quiet voice. Ray deliberately didn’t listen in, instead asking Tauriz and Jessica how they had liked the giambotte for breakfast. Both said they hadn’t had such a dish before, although Jessica did state that it reminded her of the ‘garbage plate’ she’d had elsewhere in New York.

Paul returned, saying, “OK, I think we’re as ready as we can be, Ray. Please block whatever you feel a need to, you’ve raised not just my curiosity but also the home base’s.”

Ray wished a Cone of Silence into effect, including only those at the table and Mac. “You’ll find those communications blocked at this point, including the camera Jimmy has pointed at you. We’re not blocking Jimmy’s sight, but he’ll have a hard time reading lips at this point.”

“Interesting. How are you doing this, Ray?”

“The most straightforward word to explain it is also the most difficult to accept. Magic. Effectively there’s a class of technologies that Tauriz and I have access to that allows seemingly magical effects such as this, without visible effects or devices required. We aren’t the only ones to have these abilities. If you sign on, we’ll be meeting immediately after this meeting with Ms. Smitts team, Skepsi, Tongxin, and yourselves to explain further. For the moment, know they’re a lot more capable than just blocking signals.

“We’re aware of multiple other organizations with similar but different technologies that have long-term problems with each other and with users of technologies like ours. These problems and players will be addressed more at ten.

“For now, treat it as magic. Other problems we have include NSA being aware of quite a bit of this, exactly how much we’re uncertain, and we’re not sure we understand how they came to recognize our intriguing capabilities. We expect that NSA’s actions have or will shortly bring us to other nation-states and major actors’ attention, and we’re looking for assistance from a team of professionals in different fields.

“Obviously, we’d be looking at you folks for assistance with logistics and financial matters. I intend to merge the team into one as much as practical, so physical defense should be coordinated with Skepsi, cyber/info with Tongxin, legal with Jessica here, and if you folks sign on logistics and financial with you. My intent isn’t to say you’ve got to stop self-defense measures and rely solely on Skepsi. Instead, we intend you to coordinate with each of the others to maximize each other’s primary expertise.

“That’s a lot of words. Questions?”

“Seems sensible. We work well with Tongxin, don’t expect any problems working with Skepsi or Jessica’s people. We are talking about cooperating locally only, correct?”

“Your call, I’m only concerned about the results locally.”

“Good answer. I think we can probably do business with you on this. Any unusual requirements?”

“Not at this time. There may be historical artifacts that may need to be moved about, eventually, but that may also be blind optimism on my part. There will need to be firearms and ammunition shipped around, working with Skepsi primarily, plus personnel as needed, ideally with minimal complications.”

“Hrm. Artifacts? Those can get expensive.”

“Let’s leave that as a possibility, which we’ll renegotiate if need be. As I said, I have no immediate needs in that vein – I just hope that there may be some required eventually.”

“That’d be fine, then. Firearms and ammo we can handle easily. Personnel shouldn’t be too difficult. Any idea on the next trip?”

“We’re considering trips to the Baltimore & Washington area as well as Long Island. Timing is very much up in the air on the first and might require some subtlety. The Long Island trip would be this coming weekend. And I think there may soon be a trip into the Keane Valley area, but that’s extremely vague at this point.”

Feeling Tauriz’ question via Hinn, Ray took a moment to share his dream of Jann fighting Jann with Jinn hiding in the shadows. As he finished, Paul Boch was saying, “OK, the more time we have to work, the better our solutions will match your needs. I expect we should be able to put something together almost immediately if needs be.”

“Understood, I’d not expect perfect comfort and ease if I said I had to get to Cairo as fast as possible. Which to be clear – I don’t.”

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Here is the next chapter finally. I’ve had a little bit of writers block that’s why it took so long. Thanks again to Silverfox for editing. Without him the story wouldn’t flow as smoothly as it does.

Comments please tell me how you liked the story or what I need to fix

Thanks Jen

Note: Baka means Idiot in Japanese

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Miyu arrived at the throne room to find Jin and Zack arguing. Augustine and Irvin were sitting on the thrones, both looking very annoyed. Quietly walking up to them, Miyu bowed politely.

“Good morning, father. I take it all is not well.”

Irvin looked up at her, forcing a smile. “You are correct. Jin has informed us of your attacker.”

“Yes. Last night, after you left, I was on my way to find Jin and was attacked.”

“On your way to find Jin?” Irvin looked at her, grinning.

She blushed deeply. “Silver was with him. I went to get him.”

Irvin looked at Augustine and smiled. “Looks like our children have developed something for each other.”

“I can see that, now. No wonder he asked,” Augustine answered.

“What did he ask?” Miyu said, looking back at Jin.

“Should we tell her?” asked Augustine, smiling coyly.

“Will you all stop keeping secrets from me?!” Miyu yelled, a little annoyed.

“All right Miyu, no need to get angry. Jin has asked for your hand,” Irvin answered, smiling.

Miyu’s mouth dropped open at her father’s words. She remembered Jin’s words the previous night. He said six months was enough to make her his. She did not believe in love at first sight, but that changed when she saw Jin. There was something about him that attracted her to him. He did not look at her with lust in his eyes the way Zack did. He did not give off the feeling that all he wanted was to get her into his bed. He actually cared about what she thought.

She noted Jin and Zack were still arguing. She looked more closely at Jin and realized how handsome he really was. He was arguing, but he never lost his composure. His hair fell over his green eyes, but you could see they still blazed with passion. Shaking her head, she began listening to their argument.

“You don’t even know her,” Zack screamed, banging his fist on the table in front of him.

“I have learned more about her in these two days, than you have in your years of knowing her,” Jin snapped back.

“I have already asked for her hand. She will be mine, ” snorted Zack.

“She is not a prize to be won! She can make her own decisions,” responded Jin, calmly.

“She is a woman. She belongs to the man she marries,” hissed Zack.

Miyu’s eyes went red at Zack’s words. She started to walk toward him, her fist clenched tightly.

“Miyu calm down and don’t interfere,” Irvin called out, but it was too late.

Miyu’s fist drove into Zack’s jaw. She stood there getting ready to strike again, when a calm hand gripped hers, firmly, but gently holding her back.

“It’s all right Hima. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Jin said, calmly.

“BAKA!! You have no morals, Zack!” Miyu said, as she lay back against Jin, enjoying the touch of his body against hers.

Smiling, Jin wrapped balıkesir escort his arms around Miyu, holding her close. She had calmed down and settled willingly into his arms.

“Have they told you yet?” he whispered into her ear.

“Yes, they told me,” she responded softly, hugging his arms more firmly against her.

“You don’t have to answer now.”

“I want to be with you. I will marry you.

Picking her up, he let out a whoop as he spun her around in a circle. As he settled her back on the ground, she turned and faced him, smiling lovingly at him. He touched her chin and looked deeply into her eyes.

“Are you just going to stare at me or are you going to kiss me?” Miyu coaxed.

Laughing at her boldness, he bent down and kissed her passionately, wrapping his arms around her, his hands playing over her back and shoulders.

“It’s settled then. When will we have the wedding?” Irvin asked Augustine

“I suggest we have it as soon as possible. We do not know when the enemy will strike,” Augustine answered

“On the next full moon, then?”

“When is that?”

“Four days from now.”

“Jin! Four days! That’s all you have left of your freedom,” Augustine called out.

“Four days is too long, father,” Jin answered.

“That is the next full moon, my love. The anniversary of the day my mother died,” Miyu said, softly.

“Is that all right then?” he asked, tenderly grazing her cheek with a finger tip.

“Yes. What better way to honor my mother than by starting a new life on the day hers ended?”

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“I have seen the woman of my dreams,” a cold voice said

“Is she really that amazing?” a woman’s voice asked

“You have no idea, Lexi. She is like a cherry blossom.”

Lexi tossed her gold locks behind her back. She was tall and slim, with a beautiful, pale face.

“So, you’re going to take her?” she asked.

The man stepped out of the shadows and pulled his cloak off. He was taller than Lexi, and just as pale. He was handsome, but his eyes were as red as blood.

“Yes. I will make her mine.”

“Well, get working, brother. Our time to attack is near.”

“The next full moon! Yes, I know.”

“Then get on with it, Seth. We have no time to waste. The Arch angel must be ours!” Lexi snapped.

Seth grinned widely. “The Arch angel will be ours. Do not fear. Four days from now, she will be here in our castle.”

Rolling her eyes, Lexi answered, “You mean in your bed.”

Seth simply looked at his sister and smiled.

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The next day was full of laughter and preparation. Mel was already fitting Miyu for her wedding dress. Miyu sat on her bed, petting silver.

“Mel, why do I have a sense of forboding?”

“What do you mean, Princess?”

“It’s just your nerves.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“Princess, you are so much like your dear mother was. You have hidden powers. When in danger, look inside yourself. You have much more than fire protecting you.”

Confused, Miyu looked at Mel. This was not the first time she had heard something like that. bartın escort She had forgotten until now. It was when her mother was on her death bed. Her mother

was speaking to her father. They were her last words.

“Irvin, there is a great battle in Miyu’s future. Protect her with everything you have. She is special. She has not only vampire blood running through her veins. She is the Arch Angel. The

child of heaven and hell. She has more than the fires of hell protecting her.”

“The fires of hell”. That was it! The fire that automatically protected her was the fire of her darker half. What was the other half? A child of heaven and hell, the Arch Angel! What did it

all mean?

These thoughts raced through her head. Why hadn’t anyone explained to her what her mother meant? Perhaps they didn’t realize she had heard what her mother had said. She got up and pointed to her head. Silver knew this meant it was time to go and he flew up and roosted on top of her head.

“I have to go ask father something. I’ll be back,” she said, heading toward the door.

“Just know I’m here for you,” Mel said, smiling.

Miyu smiled back, nodded and walked out the door. After she was gone, a man appeared in the room, covered with a black cloak.

“Is she ready?” he asked, quietly.

“Yes, but I think she’s getting suspicious. She seems to be searching for answers.”

“That’s where I come in. Good work, Mel.”

“Don’t you hurt her, Seth.”

Laughing, he grabbed her by the throat. “Don’t you tell me what I can and cannot do!”

Looking frightened, Mel nodded.

“Very good. I will be back for her when the moon is full.”

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The throne room was lined with soldiers of both the human race and the vampire race. This was a battle meeting being held by Irvin and Augustine. They were seated on the thrones. They both looked tired and irritated. Zack sat to Irvin’s right, his jaw bruised from Miyu’s punch. Jin sat on Augustine’s left. He, too, looked annoyed.

“We have to do something now!” screamed one of the soldiers.

“How many times do we have to tell you we are not attacking until after the wedding?” Irvin snapped.

At that very moment, Miyu quietly entered the room with Silver. She heard the argument and decided to stay quiet.

Silver had other ideas. When he saw Jin he flew straight to him, landing on his head.

Laughing, Jin looked at the door and saw Miyu.

“Ah, Miyu! Come sit with us,” Irvin said, motioning her to join them.

She walked up to the front and took a seat next to Jin. He reached out and took her hand in his as Irvin resumed the military debate.

“We don’t know their plan of attack, so our best strategy is a defensive ambush,” Irvin advanced. Heads nodded all around the room with murmurings of assent.

“So, an ambush it is! Who will lead it?” one of the generals asked.

“That is what we have to decide right now. I suggest Jin would be the best choice. He is an expert on covert operations,” Augustine stated.

“That would be good, but I recommend Miyu.” Irvin answered.

“Me? Why me?” Miyu asked batman escort looking toward her father.

“You have the best chance. The subtleness of a woman. What a better way to attack them.”

“A woman cannot do a mans job.” Someone screamed out.

“BAKA! I’m more qualified then half of you men in here.” Miyu screamed.

Irvin laughed at her words. He knew it was true. She was agile and small. She could slip through the strongest defense with ease.

“Do you think it wise to put her in danger my lord?” Zack asked.

“You of all people should know her strength. Just look at your jaw.” Irvin snapped back.

Looking away Zack clenched his fist. Not only was he losing the girl he wanted to a human, but he also had a bruise that proved her power.

“Well two minds are better then one.” Jin announced.

“That’s right we can work together. We’ll get more information that way.” Miyu agreed.

“Then its decided the two of you will make up a plan and infiltrate enemy territory.” Augustine said looking to Irvin for hs approval.

“Very well get working you two. Two days after your wedding you will put your plan into motion.” Irvin spoke quietly.

After he spoke the men all walk out of the room. Jin and Miyu stayed seated as their fathers started to walk.

“Three more days, Hima.” he whispered.

“Three days that will last a lifetime.”

“It will go by fast. We’ll be spending a lot of time together as well.”

“Yes we have to come up with a plan.”

“I’m sure it will be easy.” Jin said leaning in and kissing her.

Irvin sighed as he saw this. His little girl would be leaving after she married. Jin has his own kingdom to run. Irvin knew Jin would not leave his home for theirs. Walking up to them he put his hands on Jin’s shoulders.

“I’d like to talk to you.”

Looking up Jin smiled. “Of course”

He kissed Miyu one last time and walked out with Irvin. Miyu pointed to her lap and Silver let out a soft growl as he flew off Jin’s head. The two men smiled and bid her farewell as they walked out of the room.

Irvin and Jin walked down the hallway in silence. There was something Irvin had to tell Jin he knew he would know what he meant but still didn’t know how to say it.

“My lord, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?” Jin finally asked.

“It’s about Miyu. About her origin.” Irvin answered.

“She is half human half vampire is she not?”

There was a long pause before Irvin spoke again. “Not exactly. She is a half-breed but she is not half human.”

“Then what is she?”

“Miyu is a legend….” Irvin said as he stopped and faced Jin. “She is a child of the moon and of the sun, of fire and ice. A child of light and dark.”

“A child of dark and light?” Jin asked confused.

“How do I put this. She is like Yin and Yang.”

“I still don’t understand. How can she be dark and light?”

“She is the chosen child Jin.”

“She can’t be…”

There was a legend of a child of dark and light who would save the world and finally bring piece between the people of light and dark. It was just a legend that had been passed down for generations. There was a child who fit the description before but he turned his heart to the darkness in the end. The entire world was waiting for this legend to come true, and here she was sitting in the castle for so long.

“Yes she is that child. She is a child of heaven and hell.”

“The Arch Angel…” The words slipped softly from Jin’s lips.

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I walked by a waterfall. It was always the little things that struck me while in VR. How I wish I could feel the heat of the sun or the mist from the spray. I always did like exploring new worlds and new places but not every one of them made me feel, jealous? Envious? I wasn’t sure what the right word was. What word was there for wanting something that was at least decades out of reach? I didn’t know.

“Baki! What are you doing way over here? Oh hey! You updated your model!”

I smiled. Both in game and out of it. Even If I couldn’t exactly feel anything in VR, it was still one of the best experiences I could have ever hoped for. After all, where else could I have gotten such a cute boyfriend?

“You didn’t tell me you were hopping on Nova! You should have messaged me.”

“Bah, I saw you were online and joined you, what, you want me to send you a text every time I take a breath too?”

VR was weird. Names for starters. You got to choose your own names online, because of course you did, but it was different when it wasn’t just over a discord call or a in game chat or etc, but someone ostensibly standing right in front of you, calling you by that name. That was the first weird thing, among thousands.

I had a bit more immersion than other people. Phantom touch was something I was told about early on and it sounded pretty stupid to me at first. Apparently, for some people, they could feel it if someone touched them in VR. For some unknown reason. I, of course, didn’t believe that… till Nova ran his hand down my face and I partially freaked out when I felt it. It wasn’t like there was actually a hand there, but it was weird. Too, too real given it was just a screen over my face.

Nova had just laughed at me. He was one of the first people I met in the game. He got to show me around and introduce me to all sorts of things. It was, amazing. I had gotten a headset because VR sounded cool and played vrchat because it was not only the most popular, but also because it was free. And everything just kept surprising me.

The first time I saw people talk and it actually felt like they were talking, as their eyes and mouths moved, as their hands and bodies mimicked their actual movements, it was like watching someone move through a sheet but, more? That’s how it felt to me at least. Holograms was the word that always came to my mind.

The first time I had ridden a dragon, or sailed on a pirate ship, or piloted a jet. They all were so much more than I expected them to be. Even if I couldn’t actually feel those like I did when someone was touching me, they were more than nothing. As if they were a third of the way to being real.

VR was great but I think that just made me more upset. I wanted it to be even more real. To be like it was in manga and anime, to be deep dive, to actually feel the controls of a jet in my hand, to feel the salty breeze pass over my face, to hold Nova in my arms and… but it was all just, a hologram in a way.

I heard a snapping sound.

“What the…”

“Like it? I added it to my model recently. You always space out so now I can literally snap you out of it.”

“You’re a dork.”

He poked me in the nose and laughed.

I looked up at him. Nova had never really changed his avatar much. If you were any normal person, you’d be excused for thinking he looked female. That was just how VR was. No, he had a femboy avatar, just one that leaned towards the lanky. He had made it himself. Tall, feminine, long purple hair, black short shorts, and a black shirt that didn’t cover the stomach… and that was it. Female at first glance until you noticed the flat chest and a rather significant bulge. He’d caught more than a few people in vrchat that looked at him and only realized he was a male avatar after looking down.

As for me…

“Come on, let’s go see what you’ve changed.”

We walked over to a mirror and I saw myself. If you were any normal person and didn’t think I was female, you were crazy. And sadly, you’d still be wrong. I, can’t explain it. I wasn’t feminine irl and I was pretty sure I didn’t want to be but, given all the available options… this was the one I always chose. I just looked… beautiful I guess. Cute, maybe.

I wore a nice cute hoodie that even had cat ears on it. And it stretched all the way down to my knees. Small cute face, short hair that fell around my cheeks, and short. Something that Nova felt the need to point out every other day it seemed. Taking off my hoodie with the click of a button showed something a bit more… lewd.

I had a flat bra across my chest and what could only be seen as a speedo. But it looked good! Nova was chuckling to himself for some reason.

“What is it?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t give me that! Why are you laughing at me?!”

“I’m just remembering the first time you found out my model was a guy…”

“Shut up!”

Those memories need not be revisited! They were unimportant. Even if I did aksaray escort have a bit of gay panic from a model… it wasn’t important!

I clicked two more buttons and the rest of my clothes fell away, showing my nude model. It had been surprisingly annoying to get the skin tone to match well. That was all I had really changed but I had been trying to make it look less, well, just better really. I had succeeded if Nova had been able to tell from just a glance.

He moved up behind me and I saw through the mirror as he reached around and started stroking my cock. A slight shiver ran through my body, phantom sense rearing its head.

“Don’t be mean!”

“Come on, I know you don’t have work for a few hours. What, run out of lube?”

I honestly wasn’t in the mood. It wasn’t just work in a few hours, something had been bothering me for a long time. Nova kept trying to play but he noticed my slumped body pretty fast and stopped. I didn’t know what to say or how to say it. No, I did but…

“I hate it.”

“Baki…”

We had talked about it before. I didn’t have any delusions, not like I first did. I recognized I was bi, I loved Nova, I wished I could be with him.

But I couldn’t.

And I hated that.

“Our bodies IRL are just… we can’t shapeshift. I wish we could shapeshift.”

My voice cracked slightly.

It was a painful reality. People in VR could look however they wanted but their personality shined through. I knew I was bi, but that didn’t mean I was suddenly physically attracted to Nova. If I could force myself to be, I would. But that’s just not how the human mind works. And I hated it. I hated it so, so much. There was a reason I wanted deep dive VR so bad. Forget the world, the sights, the sounds and everything else. Just being able to hold Nova would be all I wanted and more. Instead of being stuck in this, self hatred.

The early days had been rough. Finding out that Nova’s avatar was male had been a slightly funny gay panic. Falling in love with him had not been. It had felt, stupid. Very stupid at first. All of it I guess. Falling in love with someone online happened all the time, but it hadn’t happened to me before now. Especially not with a guy. The problem was that I was pretty sure I was straight. But personalities hardly care about what’s below the belt. What do you do when you love someone but not their body? I felt like, I could only love him in VR. Like he had to be wearing a costume for me to love him. And I hated that. No, even that wasn’t my first thoughts or reactions. Those feelings only came way later. I felt confused first. Annoyed second. Then came the pain.

I had talked to him about it, eventually. Not at first, god no, who does that? “I love you and that confuses me and I’m not sure what to do about it, and it hurts!”, no one just admits that. But he was my friend, my first friend, my best friend. It had been, a rough few years before him. Before VR. He was the person I talked to about this type of stuff. He was always there for me. Eventually I just, had to tell him. Not because I really wanted to but because it wasn’t just a slight thing, it was all I could think and focus on. Every day I just burned with how much I wanted him. A rejection would hurt less than this confusing mess.

He had listened to me, and held me. It wasn’t real, it was like a hologram or a ghost giving you a hug, but I could feel it and I knew he cared, and that meant the world to me.

I wasn’t expecting his first words though.

“That sucks.”

I wanted to deck him. Knock his teeth out. Here I was saying a bunch of, what I felt was, utterly stupid nonsense that was eating away at me and those were his first words. His next words were…. Worse? Worse.

“Well, I love you too. Wanna go out?”

Worse. I may have said a few things in anger. Maybe a lot of things in anger. He had just laughed and asked again after I was done being mad.

“I’m, I’m not gay!”

“Who cares? You like me, I like you, simple.”

“I’m gonna kill you. Literally. With my own two hands wrapped around your neck. It’ll be a glorious day for mankind. They’ll sing my praises that I finally killed the most stupid jokester.”

“Hey, I’m serious! Let’s go out!”

I had fallen in love with an idiot. That tracked. I couldn’t exactly just say no after all that. Once we had our heart to heart and actually started dating, even thinking about it filled me with love I didn’t know I could feel. I didn’t deserve how good he made me feel in my heart. As for the more physical side of things… phantom touch helped a lot and once I learned what a lovense was, well, there were no issues on that front, that’s for sure. Spending time with him felt the same as always except more, nice. Warmer. Happier. I felt that fluttery feeling whenever I was around him, the kind that makes you smile all the time. Love felt good. Love felt really good. I don’t know how else to describe it, I’m not a wordsmith. It just felt good.

Until amasya escort it didn’t.

I wanted him. I really, really wanted him. Not just to hang out together or to watch movies together. I wanted him. I wanted something more, serious, too. To really be with him. It wasn’t enough, what we had. To feel phantom touch, to pleasure each other with lovenses, to see his model. I wanted more.

I wanted him to hold me, to hear his heartbeat, feel his hands through my hair, his lips on my lips. I wanted so much more.

And he told me no.

“Baki, look, we can’t. You know we can’t.”

“Why not Nova? Come on. I could get a plane ticket and-“

“Baki. You don’t even know what I look like.”

His words struck a chord in me.

Then he sent me a picture.

I never knew how much I could hate myself till that moment. We had been friends for over a year, had been dating for at least a few months, and he was right. We had never actually seen each other. It just hadn’t been important or ever came up. Now it had. And I understood immediately. He wasn’t ugly. Not at all. He had a beard, an okay face, wore glasses, he looked like any normal guy you’d see on the street.

And that was the problem. He was so distinctly male. There was a reason I had never thought I was gay or even bi. I had no physical attraction to him. More, really. I was put off by the idea of physically touching him in any kind of sensual or sexual way.

That had been one of the shittiest weeks of my life. I had stared at that picture, trying to imagine kissing it, trying to imagine having sex with him, or doing anything more.

And failed. Over and over again.

It felt like a slap to the face. How can two people fall in love but not be able to actually do anything because their bodies weren’t compatible? What the fuck.

It wasn’t even a one way street. I showed him my own picture and it wasn’t exactly like he was leaping for joy. I didn’t blame him, we were both just, stuck. Trapped. Bound to bodies we had never chosen and given the gift of being able to love in a space without them.

Only for technology not to have advanced enough for us to truly not need them. Physical intimacy was, impossible. We were cursed by kindness. Which brought us to this moment.

“I know you hate it. I do too.”

“You don’t act like it.”

I knew there was some venom there, in my voice. I was just so, frustrated. And it hurt. It hurt that I couldn’t do anything with him because of my own stupid brain. And he never seemed to hate it like I did. It always seemed like he didn’t even care.

“Because you’re here with me, right now. I’m sorry if I don’t show it enough, but I love you. You mean the world to me, you know that. We’re in a shitty situation but it’s enough to have you here with me. I’d take having you not and not being able to feel you, over never having you, every day of my life. You’re my boyfriend Baki, and I’m always going to be here for you.”

He hugged me.

I sighed and sat down, my model following my movements.

“I just wish things were different.”

We both stared out from the island we were on. I saw a bright light and frowned. Was there another person here? or did the world have something so bright?

It grew brighter and I realized my headset must be the problem as I felt like I was going blind. I reached up to take it off as it covered my whole vision.

And then there was nothing but darkness.

.

.

.

I woke up feeling groggy. Which was weird, I didn’t remember drinking last night. The music was nice though.

I froze.

The music was familiar but that wasn’t what had frozen me.

I had opened my eyes.

And this, this was not my bedroom. No, it was? Just not the one in my house. It was the one from vrchat. Had I fallen asleep in VR again? If I did, I’d be amazed. That always left me feeling terrible. Hey, maybe I did and that was why I felt so groggy.

I leaned up, my hood falling back and hair getting in my eyes. My brain began yelling at me. I blinked and shook the hair out of my face, wondering what my brain was trying to tell me. I felt…

I felt.

My eyes shot open wide and I could feel my heart beating more and more. I could feel it. My heart beat. I could feel the bed underneath me, clothes I wasn’t wearing, hair on my face. I was hyperventilating slightly. I didn’t have any idea what was going on.

I looked down at my hands and gasped. These, these weren’t my hands. No, no, they were? I recognized these hands. I had made these hands. I had spent countless hours making these hands. I got off the massive bed I was in and nearly fell flat on my face. My body was, wrong. No, not wrong, different. My heart rate was threatening to explode out of my chest, my vision was starting to go white from adrenaline.

I saw a flat wall, a flat wall I remembered. With two buttons on it. I stumbled forward, not thinking, needing to touch them, needing to know. My brain wasn’t working, antalya escort my breath wasn’t working, my body was different, and every moment that I struggled to move forward, as my brain fed me more information about myself, the air, the world I was in, the more I felt myself get light headed.

I made it to the button. I hit it. And gasped.

I fell back on my ass, nearly crashing my brain as the force went through my new body. Because it was new. I saw. I saw in the mirror. I wasn’t, me anymore. I was wearing a hoodie, fallen back now. My face was in front of me, cute, small, female. My hair fell to the sides of my face and touched my cheeks. I was short. I moved my arm up and the arm followed my movement in the mirror.

I had become my model. No, no, it was way more than that wasn’t it?

In shock and awe, I looked around, my mouth hanging open. The room was familiar. It was simple and nice and what I used for my homeworld. My homeworld in VR. Just a big apartment with some nice lights and a big bed. Somewhere I could relax.

I wasn’t feeling very relaxed right now. My breath had been stolen and was coming out shaky as I looked all around me, eyes finally falling back on, well, me.

Because it was me.

It was the body I had made from scratch. Made in blender, finished in unity, put into the game. But it wasn’t a game anymore. Not it was, me. It wasn’t a body I had just, made anymore. Or, well, it was but it was so much more than just a virtual body now. It was a physical body.

My brain was struggling.

I could feel my lack of height, the hair around my head, the different shape of my arms, legs, head, face, the lack of hair on my body, the flat bra I was wearing, the speedo underneath gripping me way too tightly, my tight ass, even my tongue felt different in my mouth. There was not a single thing unchanged.

I just, stared. My brain was overwhelmed by more than just my body. The minutes stretched, on and on and on, until my daze pulled back just slightly. I couldn’t even stand, but I reached down and tried to pull my hoodie off.

Which, was difficult. I had never planned on actually going through the motions of clothes removal in this thing! Trying to take off a hoodie that went down to your knees wasn’t simple. It was a task but it barely took my attention. Finally, I managed to get it off and blushed, hard. I could even see me doing that, despite me never giving this body the ability to do that.

I knew I was wearing a flat bra and a tight speedo around my junk but… seeing it, seeing my bulge and how lewd I looked, I had to turn away. That, that was… I collapsed with my back on the carpet and stared at the ceiling.

No thoughts ran through me, nothing concrete. Just various emotions. Mostly,

‘AHHHH?!!!!!???????!!!’

And

‘What what what what what what what what what what’

And

‘………………..what…..what…….what…..’

And finally

‘…..thank god.’

I gulped when that last sensation fled through me. Awe and thankfulness. I knew what this was, what this meant, down into the depths of my core. I was here. But, well, that meant nothing so long as-

There was a sound and I jumped like a cat that had been scalded by boiling water.

It was a notification, one I knew. One that rang when-

When someone was arriving in my world.

I looked over to my patio outside, the spawn point of my world, and saw a mass of blue triangles had appeared. Rather than being a form like normal, they seemed to be more so, revolving around something. Like a protective layer. When they disappeared, I learned that I could be shocked twice.

It was Nova.

Nova was here.

He was in his own model, his black short shorts, his long hair in a ponytail, his black shirt that didn’t reach his bra.

His piercing green eyes staring at me in shock and worry.

“…Baki?”

He was scared. His voice was different, but only slightly. It was still him. And he was scared and worried. That’s all I needed to know. I ran at him, causing his eyes to widen in surprise, and hugged him.

I could hug him! He was here! He was real! He was okay!

I didn’t consider myself a sensitive man, but I had to hold back tears. He was, he was, he was here. My… my boyfriend was here. With me. Nothing else mattered, not even our bodies. I realized that in that moment, what he must’ve felt all this time. Our IRL bodies had always been a barrier that I hated and that hadn’t changed. But it had never bothered him as much. Because despite that barrier, like looking through a window, I had always been there with him. For a moment, for a singular microsecond, I worried that wouldn’t be the case. That I had ended up here alone. I had never, I had never heard Nova scared before. He must’ve thought the same.

I held him and he held me, his arms reaching down and holding me close, squeezing me. We were both holding back tears, I knew. The idea of leaving each other, of never having each other again, it hurt. It was, it hurt. It hurt more than I would’ve thought and I had never thought it would be anything but the worst possible thing.

Judging by how tightly Nova was squeezing and was crying, he must’ve felt it even stronger than I did. His voice washed over me, and my heart broke.

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Author’s note: All sexual acts portrayed in this story are between characters aged 18 or older. Any resemblance to non-fictional people and events is neither intended by the author nor inferred by the text.

Thank you for reading. Please enjoy.

Chapter 4

“Try it.”

“No way.”

“Come on, it’s your birthday.”

“I wouldn’t know how!”

“It’s easy. Just put it to your lips and breathe in.” Tommy Jensen demonstrated by giving his joint a quick toke. “Just a small little puff. Ease into it.”

Where am I?

He handed the joint off to Lana. She looked at it quizzically with those bright green eyes, then put the joint between her coral lips. The joint smoldered a bit, and she immediately began coughing hard. Tommy laughed a bit.

“Don’t worry about it,” he assured her, taking the joint back. “It’s never easy at first. That’s why you start out slow.” She watched as he took a much deeper hit, controlling his breath with expert confidence. “Just breathe normally. That’s the trick. Want to try again?”

“Maybe later,” Lana replied with a cough. She took another swig of her beer and looked out into that beautiful midnight vista from their perch on Harmony Cliffs. Tommy stared at her. He could see her nipples poking through her T-shirt, teasing the shape of the breasts underneath that thin cotton sheet.

“What are you thinking?” she asked him. “I mean, when you’re on that stuff.”

“Right now, I can see the stars in your eyes,” he told her. “Your skirt blowing in the wind, it’s like waves in the ocean.”

“Well, you can see the stars up there,” she pointed out, with a finger towards the sky, “and the ocean is right over there.”

“I prefer this view.”

“That’s sweet,” Lana said with a smile as she kissed him on the cheek. They traded a look.

What’s going on? When is this happening?

“You don’t have to leave,” he implored her.

“You think I want to?” Lana retorted, taking another drink. “Believe me, going to Wellesley was my dad’s choice, not mine.”

“So don’t go.”

“And then what? Where would I go? What would I do?”

“I thought this was a town built by artists. You couldn’t make a living here?”

She shrugged. “Daddy wants a politician in the family.” Lana reached over to stroke his cheek. “Come on, Tommy-Tommy. You’ve got a life in De Lilla. You don’t have to give it up just because I’m not here.”

He held her hand against his cheek. “What did you ever see in me?” Tommy asked her.

In response, Lana merely took his joint and gave it a puff. Just as Tommy told her, she gave it a small and steady inhale, trying to breathe normally. She still coughed a bit, but it wasn’t nearly as painful.

“Right now,” said Lana, with a hand on his crotch. “I see a birthday present you promised me.”

Tommy rolled up what was left of the joint and put it in his breast pocket. “You want your present?” he asked with a wide, razor-sharp grin.

Not that. Please not that.

She matched his grin as she crawled on top of him. “Oh, I want it.”

He stretched himself out on the grass. “How bad you want it?”

“Mmm… so bad.” She straddled Tommy and they kissed deeply. Their tongues danced around in each others’ mouths as Tommy’s hips grinded into hers. She rubbed his toned biceps as his hands held her waist, inching her shirt up. Then she took his hands.

“No, no,” she softly admonished him. “Me first.”

She pinned his hands above his head as they continued kissing, fumbling as she peeled his shirt off. Even as she kissed his neck and chest, she marveled at the firm lines of his muscles, casting moonlit shadows over his skin. His abs were like sculpted marble, but of course she didn’t intend to stop there.

Tommy saw the way her pale skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. Her grin was positively radiant as she slowly undid his zipper and pulled his pants down with his boxers. Lana let out a short laugh as his massive cock sprang into view.

She rubbed her palm along the bottom of his thick shaft. “Is this all for me?”

Tommy returned her grin. “It’s all for you, babe.”

Please don’t. Please stop.

Lana started with his scrotum, licking him all along the sack right up to the base of his shaft. She buried her face in his crotch as she sucked and licked his balls with expert finesse.

Tommy’s whole body went erect at the sensation. “Oh, baby!” he moaned. “This – Ah! Ah! – this can’t be your first time.”

Lana only smiled in response as she slowly licked the underside of his shaft, one inch at a time. She licked and kissed the sensitive organ all up and down, going back and forth between the tip and the sack.

“Ooh, Tommy-Tommy,” Lana purred, stroking his cock at the base. “You look amazing.”

Lana slowly stroked his shaft, licking all around the throbbing head of his dick, getting it good and wet. Then she wrapped her mouth around the head so tightly that it made a popping noise when she pulled it back out.

“Ah!”

“Oh, you like that?” Lana asked afyon escort with a smirk. She made that popping noise again and again in quick succession. Every time, her lips caught against the ridge of his glans in such a way that thepop!created friction that spread like a tremor through his whole body.

She licked all up and down his shaft again before taking his tip into her mouth again. As she sucked off his tip and cradled his balls with one hand, Lana’s other hand was cranking up, down, and sideways to spread her spit all over his length.

“Ah, just like that, baby,” groaned Tommy. “Just like that!”

Stop this. For the love of God, stop this!

Once or twice, Lana’s mouth ventured a few inches lower, mostly when Tommy involuntarily thrusted into her face. But the whole time, Lana focused on the sensitive head of his cock, swirling her tongue all around the tip as she jerked him off with heavenly speed.

She could feel his breath quickening. She could hear his moans getting deeper and she could see his eyes rolling back. And her hand on his scrotum could feel the telltale spasms. She never took her lips away from his cock, but looked up and nodded as the signal to go ahead.

As his back arched and his legs went rigid, Tommy moaned to the heavens as he shot his seed right into Lana’s mouth. And she kept on stroking his wilting erection, milking his dick for all it was worth until she had lapped up and swallowed every drop.

Tommy lay there panting and gasping for breath. “I thought you said you were a virgin!” he gasped out.

Lana licked her bright pink lips. “I am. Blowjobs don’t count.”

Tommy blinked in response. “What?”

“I keep everything above the waist and still tell Daddy I’m a virgin.”

Tommy smiled and shook his head. “Clever girl.”

Lana gave him a wicked smile as she peeled off her clothes. With nothing on underneath, her flawless naked form was exposed to the open air and starlight. She sat on the grass facing Tommy, with her legs wide open.

No. No no no.

“To hell with him,” she said. “I want more.”

Her red hair seemed to burn like an open flame. Her gorgeous green eyes were impossible to resist. But her breasts. Those pert, perfectly-formed breasts with bright pink nipples that stuck out into firm nubs begging to be sucked.

Tommy scrambled over and stroked those breasts as he kissed her hard. He kissed her mouth, her jawline, her neck, her shoulder, all while his thumbs rubbed furiously across those beautifully erect nipples.

“Oh, Tommy!” she moaned. “Oh, baby!” Lana was so overcome with lust for more that her pelvis started rocking against his. And every time, she could feel his manhood growing larger and thicker against her soft lower lips.

Tommy went down to her breasts, kissing and sucking on the nipples that so desperately pleaded for his attention. All the while, Lana nurtured his tender organ, reaching down and rubbing it back to erection as she begged for more, more, more.

I can’t see this. I don’t want to see this.

Finally, Tommy dove between her legs. He saw a thick nest of bright red hair, already stuck together with Lana’s sticky satisfaction. Tommy reached through the hair to run a finger all up and down the lips of her pussy. She was already soaking wet, so slippery that Tommy could barely hold her labia open.

“Looks to me like you’re ready,” he observed, as he licked his fingers clean. Tommy got on his back, his dick pointing straight up in the air. Lana straddled him immediately, gently pointing his dick at her slick entrance.

“You set the pace here,” he told her. “Go as fast or as slow as you like.”

Lana nodded, then stuck the head of his rod inside of her. When she was done gasping for having even that much inside of her, Tommy put his hands on her hips.

“One… two…” When Lana said “three!”, she deflowered herself with one strong and sudden thrust, right up to the hilt. Her whole body went rigid, and her mouth was stuck open in a noiseless scream.

Why can’t I turn away? Please, please let me turn away.

Tommy willed himself not to move, though every muscle in his body was aching to squirm as his swollen member felt the tight pressure of her fresh channel. When Lana finally caught her breath, she started grinding her hips this way and that. She moved slowly at first, but Lana seemed addicted to whatever she was feeling.

“Oh, God,” she cried out. “Oh, yes!” Her pert breasts jiggled as she moved up and down, slamming his dick inside of her with slow and forceful thrusts. The sight greatly aroused Tommy as he thrust upward in time with her.

Finally, Lana leaned forward, planting her hands on the ground for leverage as she moved her hips up and down faster. Tommy’s whole body went rigid, his breath tightening as the pressure and friction all over his cock drove him mad with pleasure. He reached down to grab her ass, and she gave a blissful yelp every time he smacked her round backside.

Stop aydın escort it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it…

And then Lana rolled over so that Tommy was on top of her. “Don’t stop,” Lana begged him. “Whatever this is, make me feel more. Make me feel more. Yes, yes, yes!”

Sweat rolled down Tommy’s arms as he thrust his hips. Her eyes rolled backward as he plowed into her. Tommy could feel her legs wrap around his waist and her arms around his shoulders.

“Faster!” she cried out. “Faster, come on, do me faster!” And Tommy did as she said, ramming into her as hard and fast as he could.

I wasn’t there. I had nothing to do with this. I didn’t know, I swear!

Lana’s skin flushed pink with life as waves of pleasure and pain built up to a crescendo. “Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

She kept on screaming over the sound of Tommy’s furious panting and groaning. She dug her fingers into his back as she felt every muscle in her body shake at once. Tommy moaned out loud as he felt her quivering tunnel spasm around his member. Lana rode out that wave of intense carnal pleasure, only telling him to stop when it felt like her body had been so overloaded with bliss that it was too exhausted to take any more.

Why are you showing me this?!

Tommy pulled out his thick erection, coated with the blood and nectar of his lover’s sex. He jerked off furiously until he reached his own satisfaction, leaving trails of semen to mix with the sweat on Lana’s belly.

God, that’s disgusting!

Tommy lied on the ground next to Lana. Their naked bodies, flush with passion, glistened with sweat in the moonlight. They held each other for a long moment, gazing into each other’s eyes.

“Was that good?” she asked him.

“You were amazing,” he assured her.

“I love you. My Tommy-Tommy.”

I know. And I’m sorry. I swear to God, I’m so sorry.

He replied with a deep kiss. They cuddled together, lying nude and entwined in the starry grass, as Lana softly hummed a lullaby she had known since childhood. And then she looked up, directly at…

Don’t look at me like that! You know I loved you too! Why are you making me see this?! Why are you looking at me like that?! It wasn’t my fault! I didn’t know, I didn’t know!

***

“I DIDN’T KNOW!!!”

Olivia Prescott woke up with a start. Her screams rang out through the empty bedroom. By instinct, Olivia reached for her bottle of sleeping pills on the nightstand. It was empty. Not that they ever did much good anyway. Rubbing her eyes, Olivia checked her clock: 2:53 AM. That made fifteen minutes of sleep so far, if she was lucky. Olivia could barely get through the previous day, and the coming day probably wouldn’t be any easier.

Olivia sighed and tried to go back to bed, hoping and praying that the nightmares wouldn’t come again. She knew they would. It was almost like Lana and Tommy were somehow waiting for Olivia to close her eyes. They kept her awake all night. Every night. Ever since her husband died.

***

Clay had no idea when he had fallen asleep. By the time he saw daylight through his window blinds, he was hunched over in a puddle of drool on his desk. His laptop was still open, showing his millionth online search for Tommy Jensen. He had already spent the whole previous day combing the library, the local paper, and everyplace else that might have had some kind of records he could search, right up until they kicked him out. Everything came up empty.

While popping and stretching every joint in his body, Clay made a mental note to never sleep like that again. After rushing through his usual morning routine and jogging out the door, he immediately stopped at the sight of a parked police car on the other side of the street. Deputy Munoz stepped out.

“Good morning, Clay,” said Munoz. “How are you feeling?”

“Hi. Fine, I guess.”

Munoz held open a backseat door for him. “You should get in the car.”

“Why?”

“Mostly? To keep you safe.”

Clay obligingly stepped inside, and Munoz stepped into the driver’s seat. When the doors and windows were closed, Clay finally asked “What’s going on?”

“We took your advice yesterday. I followed Peele. Deputy Wilson took Nolan.”

“Are they okay?”

“John and Travis? Yeah, they’re fine. But their fathers are dead.”

“What?!” Clay gasped.

“Fell over dead with no obvious cause. Just like the others. And we’ve got three more dead bodies, all adult males, all connected to the last round of victims.”

“When did this happen?”

Munoz checked her notepad. “About two, two-thirty last afternoon.”

“Before we made the deal,” Clay said to himself. “Shit!”

“What deal?” Munoz asked.

“It’s just like I told you,” Clay explained. “We have to find Tommy Jensen. It’s the only way to stop all of this.”

“So who is this guy and how do we find him?”

Clay threw up his hands. “I don’t know. What about you, isn’t there some kind of database ağrı escort for this sort of thing?”

Munoz let out a hollow laugh. “We’re not in San Francisco, Clay. I can’t find Tommy Jensen anywhere, not that I have much to work with.”

“There’s no sign anywhere in this city that he ever even existed. I’ve checked.”

“So we’re stuck?”

Clay let out a heavy sigh. “Maybe not. I have a last resort, if we’re really that desperate.”

Munoz shrugged. “I’m all ears.”

***

Munoz waited outside while Clay knocked on the front door.

“Becca?” he called out. He knocked again. “Becca, it’s me!” He tried the front door – it was locked. Tried the doorbell. “Becca, are you in there? It’s important!”

He could clearly hear something inside. Clay walked around to look through one of the windows. A second later, he was scrambling around the front lawn.

“Munoz!” he called out. “Get over here, she’s in trouble!”

Munoz ran over, but Clay was too busy turning over rocks. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I don’t know yet. Come on, where is it?!”

Then Clay got lucky. All these years later, Becca’s parents still hid a spare key in a fake rock. Clay unlocked the front door and barreled in, with Munoz right behind him. They ran over to Becca, who was lying on her side in the hallway next to her tipped-over wheelchair.

“Becca? Becca, what’s wrong?”

“Go away!” she cried out.

Munoz tried to help Becca sit up, though Becca pulled back. “What happened?” asked Munoz. “Are you hurt? Should I call an ambulance?”

Becca pulled her knees up to her face, trying her best to shrink into the corner. “Don’t touch me!” she wailed. “Just get out. Get out!”

Clay motioned for Munoz to step back. “Can you wait outside?”

Munoz looked from Clay to Becca and back. “You’re sure?”

“We’re good.”

A brief moment later, Munoz turned to leave. “I’ll be in the car.”

When Munoz left, Clay kneeled down next to Becca. “It’s okay, Becca. It’s just us. Just please talk to me.”

“I’m f-fine!” Becca sobbed. “Just g-go away.”

“Becca, look at me.” Nothing. “Look at me,” Clay pleaded.

Finally, Becca wiped her eyes and looked at him over her knees. Her face was flushed and her eyes were bloodshot. Her chestnut hair was a mess and she was still in her pajamas from the night before. She only met his gaze for a moment before looking away.

“I look terrible,” she whimpered.

“I don’t care.”

“It’s all my fault.”

“What?”

Becca buried her head deeper into her knees. “Trenton.”

“Oh, no. No no no. There’s no way he died because of you.”

“We had a fight,” she explained. Her voice had gone raspy. “Some silly, stupid fight that I started for n-no reason. I thought we just needed time, like we could figure it out when we were ready.” She choked back more sobs. “We never did. We never did.”

Clay put his hands on hers. “Becca,” he told her, “you didn’t know. Nobody saw any of this coming.”

She gripped his hands more tightly. “I’m so sorry. I just wish I could tell him I’m so sorry. I was so wrong for laughing at him when I said I wouldn’t and I loved him so much and we could’ve really been something!”

Tentatively, Clay reached over to stroke her hair as she wept. She looked up at the reassuring touch. “He was my friend too,” he reminded her. “And I know he’d be doing the exact same thing if it was the other way around.”

Clay moved to sit beside her. He put an arm around Becca and just sat there, holding her for a long moment.

“He had a tiny dick.”

Slowly, Becca looked at Clay with wide eyes. “What did you say?”

“I don’t know if he ever told you. He never talked about it.”

“Wait, wait. How wouldyou know?” Becca asked him.

“All the guys did. We all shared a locker room in P.E. at some point. Everyone laughed at first – we were kids – and then we didn’t.”

“Why did you stop?”

Clay shrugged. “I dunno. I just remember he could tell a joke right back. He was just so much fun to be around. Everyone loved him. And anyway, no one could laugh him out of the locker room. Too good at soccer.”

After a long pause, Clay continued. “He was so strong and so confident, you’d never even know it mattered to him. I admired that. I’d give anything to tell him that.”

Becca stayed silent.

“You’re great, too,” Clay added.

“Sorry, what?”

“I never got to tell Trenton, so now I’m telling you. It’s great how you lost your legs and you never let it slow you down. You’re strong, you’re kind, you’re beautiful, you’re… you’re just amazing.”

Becca looked at him. “Why are you telling me this?”

Clay let out a short laugh. “Well, it’s true!”

“No, no, I mean… why are you saying this. You know, now?”

Clay sighed. “I may not get another chance.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Too many of us are dead already, Becca. Any one of us could be next. And even if we live through this, we’ll be gone after graduation. So if I died tonight, like I was thrown off a cliff or whatever, what would you want me to know?”

Becca hated the question, but she gave it some thought anyway. Finally, she told him “That first time you asked me out… well, you were the first one to do that. And I’m sorry I wasn’t ready to say yes.”

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

All characters are 18 years or older.

This story is a continuation of the Font of Fertility series. I would suggest reading the previous chapters if you have not already. This chapter includes group (mff), elements of anal, reference to incest, and some exhibitionism.

Jeremiah deals with mage payments, personal life panics and getting pimped out just a little bit.

FoF Chapter 6 underwent a new edition editing pass in January, 2022. Continuing thanks to Ante_matter13 for his initial editing all those years ago.

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***1 – Payment Due***

After two days of beating around the bush, you would think the three of us wouldn’t feel quite so awkward about what was about to happen. Lauren was standing across the small motel room, arms folded across her ample chest, uncomfortable despite the fact that she had seemed excited up until this point. Our third wheel seemed just as tentative; Annalise had sat down on the edge of the bed and swept a long lock of her rich brown hair from her face and looked from me to my girlfriend.

I took a deep breath and looked to the fourth person… being… thing in the room, “Adama, I think I’ll need to consult with you briefly in the- ah, washroom.”

She nodded and fluttered to the door. As I went to follow the obese pixie Lauren turned as well but I paused, “Could you stay out here with her?” I nodded towards Annalise. Lauren’s eyebrows knitted in concern but she nodded, moving over to sit beside the brunette as I went to the washroom and closed the door.

“So honey, have you already decided what to do?” Adama asked once we were in private.

“That’s just the thing,” I replied, “I know the who, but not the what and the how. What did the last Seat do for judgements?”

Adama, for the first time, actually looked thoughtful rather than distracted or lustful. “Well, that depends on what you want to do, Jeremiah. If you want to punish George Stoker it would be best if you were to do that in person. It takes much more power, I think the word you would use is exponentially more, the farther away you are attempting to cast a spell.”

Punishing the old coot for believing he could control his family like pawns or worthless puppets was tempting, but not the precedent I wanted to set. If he had never been corrected before, could he really be blamed in full?

“What if I just want to stop him from doing something in the future? Make a law about him or something.”

Adama smiled, “A Proclamation?”

“Sure.”

“It’s not necessarily a law, but I think it should fit your needs, sugar. I made a proclamation that first day you gained your powers, do you remember?” I couldn’t recall the exact words, but it had to do with Adama telling the magical world that I was the new Seat of Fertility. I nodded and she continued, “A Proclamation becomes part of the common knowledge for all magic users. When I announced you, the other seats heard me directly through their own mentors, but everyone else just became aware; it was in their thoughts that you were now the seat.”

“How do I make a Proclamation?”

“The same as casting your spells,” Adama said, waving her hand vaguely. “Focus on the words, touch your power source and then say them out loud. You’ll know if it worked or not.”

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. “This isn’t exactly the sort of stuff I’d been thinking about when you first told me I had magic powers.”

“No, honey, what you were thinking was, ‘What the fuck?’ You didn’t have any expectations, and you weren’t looking for the power. That’s how it is most of the time.”

“True,” I said, a small smile leaking from my lips. “Are we done, then?”

She nodded, “Except for taking your payment. We need to talk soon though, Jeremiah. Your first council meeting is approaching quickly and you need more than raw power for that. You and I and your little cumbucket out there will need to sit down somewhere quiet; Lauren has her own part to play as well.”

“All right,” I agreed, “Soon. Once I get my life sorted, we’ll start training.”

She snorted, “Learning, Jeremiah. You don’t need training, the magic is a part of you. An instinct you are already reacting to. All you need to do is learn to listen to those instincts.”

“Learning, then.”

Adama nodded, then made her little hip-wiggle-hand-clap motion and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Lauren walked over to me and took one of my hands in hers when I left the bathroom, which meant the world to me. I wasn’t sure I would be able to handle all of the craziness of my powers if she wasn’t a part of it all, girlfriend or not.

Annalise sighed, looking back into the bathroom behind me. “You are so lucky.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Your mentor,” she frowned. “The fact that you even have one. You have someone… something? adana escort You have a resource to teach you about your powers. All I had was my father.”

I grimaced empathetically, I could only imagine what Annalise had gone through once she had gotten her pyromantic powers. Hell, I thought ruefully. I had just heard the brunette’s case against her father; that he had been attempting to blackmail her into slavery using her younger sister’s life. I still had to pass judgement on it, but first came the payment process, and even though I knew what my decision was already, apparently the other all-powerful Seats allowed people to try and bribe their way into favour. So it had to wait just a little while longer.

“I should use her more,” I said, then turned to Lauren. “I really should. She has things she needs to teach us both before the first Council meeting.”

Lauren smiled and let go of my hand after a brief squeeze, moving over to sit beside Annalise. “So. It’s time.”

Annalise shrugged and looked to her lap, “Yeah.” It was a dramatic change from the first time she had tried to pay me two days ago. She’d approached me in my driveway at night, unzipping her hoodie and showing me her fantastically large breasts with their thick, pierced nipples. Later that night she’d done the same thing in this very motel room, except she’d also had her hand down her underwear to try and entice me as lewdly as she could.

Just thinking of that got my blood flowing. “Annalise, are you ready or do you need a minute?”

She looked back to me and she had a spark in her eyes, her face changing to a look of determination. “I’m ready.”

“Get naked,” Lauren said, one hand rubbing the other girl’s thigh.

Standing, Annalise quickly started unbuttoning her deep red blouse. She had already been showing a deep amount of cleavage and as she shucked the rest of the shirt she revealed a maroon bra, not very fancy but on her voluptuous body with her pale skin it was enticing.

Lauren helped her unzip her black skirt from behind and Annalise let it drop to the floor. She quickly reached behind and undid the bra, slipping it from her chest and dropping it. My mouth went dry and then I quickly felt like I wanted to drool, staring at her tits as they were released. I knew Lauren was a C-cup, with her full breasts high on her chest, and that gave me a bit of reference.

Lindsey, her sister, was probably a D, since Lindsey’s were a little larger than Lauren’s. Annalise though, even though she was a bit shorter than the sisters, had to be in the F range. These knockers were big and fully rounded, drooping healthily from their weight and I had to wonder how Annalise didn’t have back problems.

Each of her nipples was almost as big as a gumdrop, a dusty pink and pieced with a silvery bar. As the bra dropped to the ground and Annalise looked to me for approval I wiped my mouth to make sure I only felt like I was drooling.

From her seat just beside and behind Annalise, Lauren ran her hands down the brunette’s bare sides and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the simple, matching maroon panties and also looked at me. She was smiling a little wickedly and raised one eyebrow as if to ask, ‘Ready for the rest?’

She got her answer from my return glance and smiled more broadly, slowly tugging the panties down Annalise’s hips and thighs, the fabric dipping lower until it revealed a little landing strip of brown pubes. It wasn’t as thick as Lauren’s, but still clearly defined, ending above her otherwise bald slit.

Lauren kept pulling slowly, the crotch of the panties clinging to Annalise’s lips until one last tug separated them and they slid down to the floor. Annalise stood silently, hands opening and closing slowly with nervous energy.

I looked into her big, grey-blue eyes and pulled my shirt off over my head before walking up to her, taking her hips in my hands and kissing her. I could feel the hesitation in her for a moment, then she was kissing me back as her hands came up to the back of my head, weaving into my hair. Her tongue danced with mine and I felt that heat again. The only other time we had kissed it had been a show for my bitchy schoolmate Emily at the mall; I’d gotten a hint of that heat but now I really felt it.

Her every movement sent a tingling of warmth through my lips and tongue, trailing into my body. I moaned, though it came out part grunt as I tried to turn it a little more manly. Her lips curled slightly, smiling into the kiss. I ended up taking her bottom lip lightly between my teeth and pulled back, tugging on it briefly before letting it slip free and ending the kiss. Her breath came hot from her lips and her eyes, wide open now rather than their usually lazy droop, had changed color. The blue was gone, replaced with whorls of orange.

I dipped my head low, my hands sliding up her sides and cupping her massive breasts from below, lifting them up so that I could bury my face in her cleavage ankara escort before turning to one side and running my tongue greedily over tit and nipple, the metal piercing cool and hard amidst the expanse of soft flesh.

She groaned deep in her throat, but the sound cut off in surprise. My eyes rose to her face as my lips locked around her nipple, sucking it firmly. Annalise’s head was turned to the side, Lauren’s hand holding her jaw as my girlfriend kissed Annalise forcefully. The fire mage’s eyes were wide in surprise and she wasn’t really responding to Lauren’s kiss.

I switched nipples for a moment, giving the other one a quick suck and releasing it with a pop before I stood back up. Lauren ended the kiss and Annalise’s jaw worked as she stammered something along the lines of, “Never kissed another girl before.”

Lauren smiled and gave Annalise a playful peck on the lips, “Well now you have. And I hope that’s not all we do. Kissing you is like drinking my sister’s Fireball Whiskey.”

I realized Annalise probably hadn’t been expecting this as part of her payment. She’d known Lauren and I were together, but not that I would include her in something like this. I felt a little bad for a brief moment. OK, maybe bad isn’t the right word. Naughty. I felt a little naughty that this hadn’t been clear before now. That didn’t mean I was going to leave Lauren high and dry, she’d been more than clear that she was just as enamoured with Annalise and her tits as I was.

I turned Annalise back to me and kissed her, closed mouth so we didn’t get locked in again. “This is happening,” I said after the kiss, moving my lips to her ear so that they were brushing her lightly. “Enjoy yourself.”

I pulled back and Annalise looked at me again, her fingers brushing my abs. Her other hand drifted to Lauren and bunched in the front of her shirt. She turned her head back to my girlfriend and tentatively leaned forward and kissed Lauren again, both of them letting it develop into something more intense.

Lauren broke the kiss and quickly pulled off her shirt and bra, letting her firm, if smaller than Annalise’s, tits bounce freely. She smirked happily, seeing me watching her even with the new toys in front of me and in my hands. “Pants,” She demanded.

I let go of Annalise and quickly pulled off my pants and boxers, my mostly hard cock bouncing up heavily to a lazy attention. Lauren tugged me by it, pulling me past her and maneuvering me around until I was sitting on the bed between the two girls.

“Holy shit,” Annalise said, her eyes trained to my crotch.

Lauren laughed, “What?”

“I’ve never… wow. I didn’t think it would be so…”

“Wait, are you a virgin?” Lauren asked.

Annalise blushed and looked up to Lauren. “Well, not technically. I mean, I’ve masturbated with… a lot of different things.”

“But you’ve never had sex?” Lauren asked and Annalise shook her head. “Holy shit balls! And you didn’t lead with that as your offer to pay Jerry?”

Annalise shrugged, embarrassed. “I wasn’t sure he’d like that; maybe he wanted… experience or something.”

I coughed to cover my laugh and Lauren’s face slipped into chagrin. “Wow, I didn’t realize…”

“There’s something else you should know,” Annalise said quietly.

I interrupted her, seeing her hesitation. “Is it the heat?”

She looked up at me, eyes wide in surprise, “You already know?”

I shook my head, “Not fully, but I felt something when you kissed me at the mall, and just now. You’re hot inside, but I don’t know what that means.”

“Was that what I felt?” Lauren murmured. “I thought you were just a good kisser.”

“It’s more than that,” Annalise said through her blushing. “I- Well I’ve been with a few guys, but I always need to stop before we get to sex. My powers started a fire inside me, like a furnace, and if I lose control of it I can be dangerous. So blowjobs are pretty much all I’ve done before. We, ah, we’ll need to figure something out if I’m going to give everything to you.” She lowered her head, “I probably should have told you before, I just… I wasn’t sure what to say.”

I reached out and took her hand in mine. “Look, I know you offered yourself to me, but I’m not going to take your virginity as payment for my judgement. That’s not even close to fair.”

“Are you any good at blowjobs?” Lauren asked after a warm look to me, obviously approving.

“Well I didn’t get any complaints,” Annalise said, smiling just a little. Those smiles, small and just with her lips, were a lot more attractive than her full ones.

Lauren slapped Annalise’s ass like a football coach, “Well, get to it then.” She grinned and took a hold of my dick, waggling it at the other girl. “And I bet you can’t get the whole thing in your mouth. If you can, I’ll let you watch me take it in the ass.”

Annalise looked from my dick to Lauren, then back to my dick, then around to Lauren’s butt. “Done,” she said, adıyaman escort her eyes lighting up at the challenge. She slipped to her knees and took my dick in her hand, holding it by the base as she considered it for a moment.

I have to admit, I have a pretty nice looking dick after I bumped it up to a solid eight inches with my first spell. I was just under average before that, and I still appreciated that Lauren had been more than willing to suck and fuck me before the change.

Annalise brought her face closer and I thought she was going to kiss it, but instead she slowly slipped it between her lips until she had the entire head up to the ridge in her mouth, her tongue slowly circling it firmly and pushing at the sensitive flesh.

“Hmmm,” I hummed in pleasure, my arms sliding back to support myself as I watched her.

Her eyes flicked up to mine and I could feel my dick harden and grow to that final, steely pinnacle. Her eyes were totally orange now, literally smouldering as she looked up into mine. “Wow,” I said.

One corner of her mouth quirked and she pulled back slightly before sliding her lips further down my shaft, stopping about halfway before sliding back, her cheeks impacting as she sucked hard on the slow out stroke.

“Hoo, wow, ok,” I said, my head going back as the pleasure spread through my body. Her mouth was everything that could be expected, plus a hint more because of that tingling heat. It wasn’t just a warmth, it was the heat of a hot shower on a cold day. I could practically imagine steam on my skin.

Lauren got on the bed behind me, kneeling with her legs on either side of one of my arms as she looked over my shoulder at Annalise. “Does that feel good, babe?” She asked me. I nodded and could practically feel the naughty grin I knew was on her face. Her teeth bit into my shoulder ever so lightly as she spread her kneeling legs until I felt her pussy squash onto my fist, braced into the bed. She was already wet, though not soaking like I knew she could get.

Annalise was taking more and more of me, then suddenly stopped and pulled her mouth off of me completely. She held my dick higher and started lapping at the shaft with her tongue before darting lower and giving my balls the same treatment briefly.

“Ooh, look at that,” Lauren moaned as she ground her pussy into my knuckles. I would have turned my hand over and started helping out but I needed it to brace my weight. “Perfect form, she isn’t even forgetting the balls. But I bet she can’t deep throat you.” Lauren flicked my earlobe with her tongue and then sucked it into her mouth lightly.

The fire mage pulled away, her orange eyes looking to Lauren, then she opened her mouth wide and took me as deep as she could, which ended up being a surprising two thirds before I hit the back of her mouth. She pulled back out partially and bobbed once, twice, three times. Then she pushed forward all the way, her hands sliding to my thighs as she pushed the head of my dick into her throat. The heat got more intense and my hands curled into fists as I felt her swallowing over and over, her throat rippling around me dick as she buried her nose in my groin.

“Uuugh,” I groaned loudly.

Annalise was making that “Uck, uck, uck,” sound you hear in porno’s when the chick is going hard on the blowjob, though they weren’t nearly as pronounced and I found it sexy instead of gross. That might have been from the fact that it was my dick being choked on, though.

“Fuck,” Lauren said as Annalise bobbed once more than came off my dick gasping for air. “Guess there’s gonna be some booty loving going on.”

Annalise’s nose crinkled up as she flashed us one of her toothy smiles before she raised an eyebrow at me and took my dick in her mouth again, sliding all the way down with only a slight hesitation at her gag reflex point before she was deep throating me again.

“Oh, fuck,” I said, “Wow. So good.”

Lauren was holding onto my arm as she continued to grind her wet pussy against the knuckles of my hand. She squeezed me lightly, “Better?”

I knew what she was asking, and I didn’t hesitate to answer truthfully. “A little, but honestly it’s the magic heat thing.”

Lauren snickered and kissed my shoulder, “Nothing I can do about that then. Enjoy.”

Annalise spent the next few minutes giving me toe curling pleasure, her eyes darting between mine and Lauren’s, and occasionally lower to wear she could see Lauren’s lewdly spread legs wrapped around my arm and hand. She finally pulled back from my dick, which was now liberally covered with spittle and pre-cum. She started suckling on my head again, giving her throat a rest, but Lauren quickly got up from her place, leaving my now wet hand cool in the open air.

Crouching behind Annalise, Lauren wrapped her hands around the girl’s waist, tugging her back a bit until she released my dick. “You need to use these,” she said, reaching up and fondling the other girl’s breasts. “I want you to titfuck my boyfriend.”

Annalise raised her eyebrows, but quickly shifted her kneeling so that she was raised up a bit. She leaned forward, but Lauren pulled her back, craned her neck over the girl’s shoulder and let a long trail of spit ooze from her puckered lips into Annalise’s cleavage.

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By 5 o’clock on Monday afternoon, most people have gone home, and I am tidying my desk ready to leave work when my phone rings. I answer it and hear your voice: “Come to my office now.” Then you hang up. I am startled by the arrogance of your curt order, but I find myself walking along the corridor. Your door is closed and I knock, opening the door and walking in when you tell me to come in. “Close the door,” you tell me.

You remain silent for a moment and my discomfort grows, standing in the middle of your office looking at you expectantly, unsure of why you have called me here. Then you turn on your computer monitor and I see a screenshot of my FetLife profile page. My heart immediately drops to my stomach. I thought I had been careful to keep my identity hidden on there…

“How do you explain this?” you ask. “You know that there are very strict rules about this. I assume you’ve read our social media policy? This is gross misconduct.” There is very little I can say to justify the stories I have posted online. I bite my lip as it begins to dawn on me that there might only be one way to prevent you telling our manager and causing me to lose my job.

“Please, please don’t tell anyone. I’d lose my job. Please, I’ll do anything…” I plead.

“Why would have known that you were such a dirty little slut?” you continue, smirking. “It’s always the quiet ones that you have to watch out for.” You roll your chair away from your desk and stand up, moving across the room to lock the door and pull down the blinds.

“Come here. Stand in front of me,” you order. I hesitantly walk over to you, moving closer when you curtly order me to. “So, you’ll do anything, will you?” You place your hands on my bottom and give it a squeeze, looking up at me from where you sit, gauging my reaction. I tense and you hear a sharp intake of breath. I bite my lip and look down at you imploringly, but I do not dare to protest, knowing what a predicament I am in.

Your hands move down my bottom and over my thighs until you reach the hem of my dress. Then you move your hands onto my bare legs and very slowly move them up my thighs. Your eyes remain fixed on mine and I look down, blushing.

“Will I find that your pussy zeytinburnu escort is wet?” you ask me.

“No,” I stammer. But I know my body is betraying me. I have fantasised so often about you touching me, dominating me and giving me orders, although not quite like this. But I cannot admit that to you. I can feel myself growing aroused at the feel of your strong hands on my thighs and I am not sure whether I want you to stop or to continue.

“You will address me as ‘Sir’,” you tell me. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I squeak.

Your hands continue their journey up my thigh, stroking over the soft flesh. My thighs part involuntarily, allowing you access. After a torturously slow few minutes, I feel your finger brush against the fabric of my knickers. You continue to move your hand upwards, rubbing over my labia, until you reach the top of my knickers. Without warning, you use both hands to quickly pull down my underwear, exposing my hot, wet pussy. You keep hold of my knickers, gesturing for me to step out of them. Then you hold them to your face, inhaling my scent and rubbing the wet spot.

“It seems you have already lied to me. Your knickers are wet.” You open your desk drawer and place my knickers inside before closing it. I feel humiliated, but so aroused. I know this is wrong, but I want you to keep touching me. Without thinking, I subtly adjust my position, remaining standing still but thrusting my breasts out in invitation.

You stand up and move behind me, pushing me firmly over your desk. You push my skirt up around my waist. I gasp but feel my pussy growing wetter at this display of your natural dominance. You order me to spread my legs and keep my face down. My bare bottom is exposed to you, pushed up in the air. You place your fingers between my legs and then with little ceremony I feel them plunge inside my dripping wet cunt. I instinctively push back against you, drawing your fingers deeper.

“Such a dirty, wet slut,” you whisper in my ear, bending over me. “I always wondered about you. And now you’re mine. As long as you do exactly what I say, then your little secret can stay between us.”

“Yes, Sir,” I reply. “I’ll do anything beylikdüzü escort you want. Just please don’t tell anyone.”

Your hand withdraws from my pussy and strokes over my ass. And then I feel it come down on my ass in a hard spank. I cry out in surprise before I remember where I am. I try to remain silent as I feel your hand deliver a sharp blow to the other cheek. You continue spanking me, frequently pausing between blows, sometimes stroking my ass and sometimes just admiring the reddening of my cheeks, building the anticipation. Sometimes your hand strokes my pussy between blows, occasionally pushing inside me as you enjoy my whimpers that betray my growing need. You tell me about all the things you are going to do to me now that I am your slave. “You’re my fucktoy, now. Your mouth, tits, pussy and ass are all mine to use. Now, thank me for your spanking, slut,” you whisper.

“Thank you, Sir,” I whisper.

“For what?” you prompt.

“Thank you for spanking me, Sir,” I respond, blushing at having to admit out loud what you have just done to me. I feel so conflicted, knowing that I had no choice but feeling guilty for enjoying it.

You guide me to stand up and then push me down to my knees as you stand in front of me. You unzip your flies and pull out your cock. My eyes widen as I take in the length and width of your hard cock and I unwittingly lick my lips in anticipation. Your hand reaches down to stroke my hair and I feel myself craving your approval.

“Lift your dress above your waist and hold it there. Open your mouth wide,” you order. I comply, looking up at you. You reach down and lift my breasts out of my dress, leaving them resting on top of the cups of my bra. I am now kneeling in front of you with my breasts and pussy exposed and my mouth open ready to receive your cock. “Good girl,” you murmur as you slide your cock into my mouth. I feel my mouth stretching around you as you continue to push forward.

“How long has passed since I summoned you to my office?” you ask. I cannot answer with my mouth filled by your cock. “Less than 20 minutes. And you’re already on your knees sucking my cock.”

I try to move my head back, feeling beylikdüzü escort ashamed by the way that I am following your commands so eagerly. You gather my hair into a ponytail and wrap it tightly in your fist, holding me firmly in place as you start to fuck my mouth.

“You can pretend as much as you like, but it doesn’t make any difference. You’re just a dirty cock-sucking slut. You’re my dirty cock-sucking slut,” you whisper. You continue fucking my mouth, pushing your cock just to the edge of my gagging point. “Play with yourself,” you command. “But don’t you dare cum.” I keep hold of the hem of my dress with one hand and use the other to begin rubbing my clit. I feel your cock twitching and try to move my head away before you cum. But you hold my head firmly as you spurt your cum into my mouth before ordering me to swallow it all and thank you.

“Thank you, Sir,” I mumble. Your hard, questioning stare reminds me to complete my sentence. “Thank you for cumming in my mouth, Sir.”

“Good girl,” you whisper. You notice that my hand has moved away from my clit and you order me to continue playing and to make myself cum. You sit back down in your chair and watch me intently, enjoying the sight of my humiliation at finding myself kneeling on the floor in your office with my breasts exposed and my dress held up around my waist, being forced to make myself orgasm in front of you. I try to resist the physical sensations, but I can’t help being turned on by the way that you are gazing at me so admiringly and despite my embarrassment, it is not long before I reach orgasm.

You gently pull me to my feet and wrap your arms around me in a tight hug before kissing me gently. “You are such a good slut,” you whisper. “I will enjoy all the depraved things I’m going to make you do. But remember that you don’t have any choice. I want you to want this as much as I do, and I think you will. But if you deny me or refuse me, I will share what I know about you with your manager. I am going to turn you into a perfect sex slave. I will use you for my pleasure, but I hope you’ll enjoy it too. I’m sure you will – I’ve read your profile on FetLife and I can help you to experience all the things you fantasise about and so much more. Now straighten your dress up and go home.”

You release me from your arms with a smirk and give me one last kiss. I rearrange my dress so that it covers me and consider whether to ask for my knickers, but think better of it. As I turn to leave your office, you call out, “Have a good evening. I’ll see you tomorrow…”.

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