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My name is Mike and I live in a small town in southern Alabama. The town was a small farm community when I was growing up but the new interstate came through and the town became an overnight spot for vacationers traveling to Florida. It grew into a striving community of restaurants and hotels. I spent my high school years in vocational school learning auto mechanics and after graduating got my first job, I bought 20 acres on the east side of town. It was away from the tourist traffic and I had a modular home with an oversized garage built on the property. It was about that time that I married my girlfriend, Sally. She was taking up nursing at the vocational school when we first meet.

She had joined the National Guard to pay for her advanced nurse classes after graduating and pick up some extra money each month. We were married about a year when the state national guard was called to duty in the Middle East. We never thought that she would have to see active duty much less than being told she would be gone for 18 months. After a tearful goodbye at Birmingham International, I was going to be without my wife for a year or so. I spent the next few days keeping busy at work and working on my 68 red GTO convertible but after awhile, that was not keeping me occupied. I was invited to Sunday dinner with my family the following week. Normally, I did not care to go to these family get togethers but I was glad to attend this time.

My mother and father had this large farm and did quite well by selling part of the property for the interstate and the commercial lots close to it. It was a mild southern afternoon in September when I pulled up in my GTO. My mother had a full chicken dinner spread out on some picnic tables and all my family was there. Aunts, uncles, cousins, brothers, and my younger sister were there. Laurie, my younger sister, came running over to the car. I was her favorite brother and thought I had the hottest car in the county. The car was over 30 years old but was still a chick magnet. We walked over to the table and chatted with the relatives. Of course, everyone wanted to know how Sally was and how I was doing. Laurie and I sat down to eat and during conversation, she was telling me about being on the cheerleading team and how she was having trouble coming home from practice. She did not have a car and could not depend on her friends to take her home all the time. Mom and Dad picking her up was not cool either. I work weekends but have Tuesdays and Wednesdays off which is when Laurie had her practices. I told her that I would pick her up from practice as I did not have much else to do on those days.

After dinner, things were getting boring around the family farm when the talk turned to politics, cotton, and town gossip. I asked Laurie if she wanted to go cruising in the GTO and get away for awhile. She was more than eager to get away. I had the GTO opened up over the country roads and paraded around the tourist end of town. Occasionally, Laurie would see a friend or they would see her and they would all wave and ask about the cool car. It was fun being with Laurie. She had grown up some since I left home. She still had beautiful reddish blond hair, blue eyes, and long skinny legs. It was very nice being in the company of another girl again, even if it was my pretty sister.

I was working around the house on Tuesday afternoon and remembered that I had to pick Laurie up from school. I was getting into my pickup truck when I thought that my sister would be mad if I didn’t come in the GTO. I switched cars and headed for the county school. I arrived somewhat early and waited in the parking lane next to the gym. I exchanged a few smiles with some girls as they passed by the car. Soon, the practice ended and my sister with some of her friends came out the gym doorways. They came over with Laurie and raved about the car and who was that driving the car, etc.. Laurie climbed in and to show off, I peeled rubber as I sped out of the parking lot. Laurie was laughing and thought it was so cool. I could not take my eyes off my sister in that cheerleading outfit. She had on this yellow knit blouse with a big blue “D” on it and a very short blue mini skirt. What drove me crazy was her long legs in these white stockings. I took the long way to our home and dropped Laurie off. Before long I was looking forward to Tuesday and Wednesday afternoons. Sometimes it was just my sister and I and sometimes we would take some of her cheerleading friends for some fast food and cruising.

After a couple of weeks, I asked Laurie if she wanted to hang out at my house for awhile before going home. Since she had no homework that day, she loved too. Mom and Dad’s house was boring for her. The country music was cranked up loud at my place and no one was telling Laurie she could not do this or could not do that. She liked being around me and my place and she became my house guest every Tuesdays and Wednesdays until about nine in the evening. I enjoyed having Laurie over and wished escort gaziantep özbek bayan she could be there more often. Our Mom and Dad were glad to know where Laurie was at with her big brother and not running around with guys in town.

One rainy Tuesday, I picked Laurie and headed for my house. We were in the kitchen raiding the refrigerator when Laurie started to ask about what I did when I was in school. I told her that being in vocational school was different and more serious than regular school but we did fun stuff.

Willie Nelson was playing on the radio when Laurie asked, “Did you ever smoke any weed when you were in school?”

I laughed and said, “Sure. Sometimes Sally and I still smoke some. How about you?”

She sighed, “Once. My friends do a lot and sometimes I pretend that I smoke a lot too.”

I looked into my sister’s blue eyes and with a wicked grin asked, “Want to try some?”

Laurie looked surprised and said, “I guess”

I left the kitchen and went into my garage. I rumbled through some boxes and pulled out an old tackle box. I opened the box and removed a false bottom where underneath was a small tin of pot and some rolling papers. I returned to the kitchen with the tin and took Laurie by the hand into my bedroom. We sat on the bedroom floor next to the fireplace where I poured some brown grindings into an open paper and rolled it into a cigarette.

“Where do you buy your stuff?” asked Laurie

“I don’t, too risky” I said, “I have a few plants growing in the back 10 acres which is enough for me when I want some” I licked the cigarette end and rolled it shut with my lips. I took the lighter from my jeans and lit one end. I inhaled deeply and handed it to my sister.

“Don’t laugh, it has been awhile since I tried one” said Laurie as she put the cigarette to her lips and inhaled. She held her breath for a few seconds and handed the joint back to me as she exhaled.

I didn’t laugh but just smiled. I did find it funny as she was still in her cheerleading outfit smoking weed but she looked beautiful. We had finished the joint and soon we were laughing about nothing and constantly talking. Time seemed to fly by and I began to roll another cigarette.

Laurie lay back flat on the floor and asked, “You rolling another one?”

I looked down at my pretty sister and said, “Yes, actually my homegrown stuff is weak and it takes two to feel really good. Was one too much for you?” I teased.

She looked up at the ceiling and said, “One was good but I can handle another. You ever smoke weed in the nude? Some of my friends do that and they say it is the best way to smoke.” What looked like slow motioned, Laurie stopped looking at the ceiling and looked at me with a big Cheshire grin.

I couldn’t tell if she was teasing me or double daring me. I lit the freshly rolled joint and said, “Yes I have and I enjoy it that way, especially if I have someone to enjoy it with.”

I handed it to my sister who inhaled deeply and said, “You first”

I laughed and then she started to laugh. I stood up and her laughter died to a giggle when I pulled off my sweatshirt. She was still grinning when I slid my jeans off and her mouth dropped open when very slowly I slid off my briefs. I sat across from her, inhaled, handed the joint to my sister and said, “Your turn”

Laurie took the cigarette and inhaled deeply, finishing the smoke. She extinguished the small end into an ashtray, looked straight into my eyes and grinning said, “OK”. She reached for the edge of her cheerleading blouse and pulled it over her head and threw it to the floor. I started to feel my cock stiffen watching my sister in just her bra, skirt and stockings. She lifted her hips and slid her skirt along her ankles and then onto the floor.

Smiling at me, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, sliding off each strap, and laid her bra on top of her blouse. She was still rather flat chested but had beautiful small pink nipples. Her nipples harden as I stared at her body. She tucked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them off. Laurie had a small strip of fluffy red hair

on her pussy. Then she started to unroll her white thigh high stockings but I asked her to leave them on and she did. We sat there for awhile, buzzed, looking at each other’s nude body until my sister broke the silence.

“Nice cock” she grinned

I looked down and my cock was as hard as a rock. He smiled back and said, “You see a lot of these?”

Laurie looked down and said, “Only pictures and some videos. You are the first man that

I’ve seen naked. In person I mean.”

I asked, “You have seen or touched a guy before? Not on a date?”

“No” said Laurie, “You know how strict Mom and Dad are. They won’t let me date yet

and I don’t have a way to sneak out for a guy for any length of time. Don’t blab this to my friends as I porno videolar have told them some white lies about guys and myself.”

“I understand” I said comfortingly, “I know how Mom and Dad are. I know how hard it is to keep up your status with your friends. Especially since most of your friends are the cheerleaders.”

“Yes, it’s hard to hang in that group but I bet they lie about a lot of the stuff that they say they have done. It’s not like I don’t know about sex or want to try stuff. I think about that a lot! Especially when I’m alone and feel like pleasing myself” smiled my sister.

“I enjoy getting myself off too” I grinned, “I mean I like good sex but since Sally is away, I’ve been stroking myself pretty often”

“How long have you been doing that, like at what age did you start touching yourself? smiled my sister, “Ever masturbate with anyone?”

“Wow” I thought back, “It’s been such a long time. I guess that I found out that touching my cock felt good around 10 years old but I really didn’t have an orgasm and cum until I was about 11 or maybe it was 12. I’ve jacked off with guys when I was younger. I think all guys do that. What about you?”

Laurie was really buzzed and with a silly grin said, “A couple of years ago. You know Mom never talks about sex and I heard about stuff from the other girls in school. I tried it and really liked the feeling I got from touching myself. My problem is that Mom and Dad are home all the time. I love it when they are gone and I have the whole house to myself. I get naked on my bed and really let loose on my pussy. I’ve jilled off with a few friends too.

“Jilled off?, I asked

“Yeah, you know!” laughed Laurie, “Guys jack off and girls jill off!”

“Oh, OK.” I stated as I stretched my back which unconsciously made my cock look more prominent. “So, you have jilled off with friends? Who and what did you do?”

“You know Mandy and Patty?” asked my sister.

“Yeah, I know Patty and isn’t Mandy the cheerleader with that long black hair?”

“Yeah” said Laurie, “The three of us having a sleepover at Mandy’s and we were talking about guys, guys from school, singers, guys in the movies. We were getting horny from all that talk and Mandy said we should have a jillin session. We all got naked and fingered ourselves for a couple of hours. Patty even let Mandy finger her pussy one time.”

“Mandy touch you?” I ask curiously

“No” she sighed, “Patty really got off on it and I liked watching but at the time I was not comfortable with it and I passed. Maybe sometime I will.”

“I see” as I stretched again, “Ever use a vibrator or anything?”

“You sure ask a lot of questions” laughed my sister, “I know about that stuff, vibrators, dildoes but I haven’t used any. I’m still a virgin and even my fingers don’t go in very far.

I did try using a candle once. Mandy talked about something that looks like a dick in her butt and I thought that I would try it too.”

“How did it feel?” I asked

“At first it felt weird and then it felt pretty good but it didn’t feel as good as having my pussy rubbed so I didn’t do it again. I was afraid to stick it in too far. Maybe it would have felt better if I did.” Said Laurie

“Where did you get the candle from?” I asked, “I don’t remember seeing any around the house.”

“From that ornamental candle holder on Mom’s dinner table” and we both rolled on the floor laughing. It seemed like forever before we stopped laughing and then Laurie would begin to start giggling and we would laugh all over again.

Finally the laughter died out with an occasional deep breath and a sigh. I asked Laurie,

“I’m kind of horny with this sex talk. I don’t know if you are or are not but would you want to jack and jill off with your brother? I mean if you think it’s weird or something, I understand.”

“I’d love to” said Laurie in surprise, “I’ve been getting horny since taking off my clothes.

Doing it with you sounds cool and kind of nasty, you know.”

I wobbled to my feet and propped up several pillows against the headboard of the bed. I helped my sister to her feet and we climbed into my bed. We sat side by side with our backs against the pillows. I was stroking my cock while watching Laurie. She had her head back with her eyes closed with one hand feeling her breasts and hard nipples while her other hand was massaging her pussy. Her index finger slipped between her pussy lips and began to move up and down across her clit. She smiled widely as she opened her eyes and watched my hand pump my cock.

“Your cock is so wet and shiny. Do you get off already?” asked Laurie

I chuckled and said, “That’s just precum. Cocks, kind of ooze this stuff out. I’ll let you know when I’m ready to cum.”

“Oh” said Laurie who closed her eyes as she pleased herself. Soon, she had both of her hands playing with her pussy. She had her lips open with one finger rotating rus escort bayan gaziantep her clit and another finger with the other hand pushing in and around her pussy hole. She was having a series of easy orgasms as she let out little sounds of “oohs” and “ahhs”. Each sound of her voice got me hornier as I pumped my hand faster. Suddenly she pushed her hands hard against her pussy, arched her back, and let out a moan of pleasure. She came back to reality a few minutes later as her eyes fluttered open. She looked down to my hand pumping my cock as she returned to lightly caressing her clit. “Are you coming soon?”

“In a second” I gasped. Then my back straighten, my hips pushed up, and my brain was on fire as streams of white cum shot into the air.

“Oh wow, oh cool!” was all I could hear my sister say.

The pleasure slowly eased from my head and I looked over to my pretty sister. “Pretty cool eh. Sounded like you enjoyed watching a guy cum.”

With a smile of satisfaction, she said, “Yes I did. I had a really good orgasm. Mike, this was a lot of fun. Let’s do this again. OK?”

“I enjoyed it to and would love to do this again.” I replied and glancing at the clock, said, “It’s after eight and we better get dressed and get you back to Mom’s.”

We wobbled to our feet and began to get dressed. It was almost as much of a turn on to watch my sister dress as it was to undress. We got into my pickup and headed back to the old home. It was a quiet ride as we were still enjoying the buzz from the pot and the bliss of an orgasm. Honestly, I hadn’t felt this sexually satisfied since Sally left. I dropped her off at the door and reminded her not to forget her school books on the seat. She reminded me to pick her up tomorrow as it was Wednesday. She waved as I pulled away and then she went into the house.

That next afternoon, I pulled my GTO in front of the gym and waited. Soon, Laurie came out chatting with a group of girls including Patty and Mandy. I could never look or think about them in the same way anymore. Laurie jumped in the car and was in a very excited and happy mood. I peeled out and drove back to my house. I was ready to get some more pot to smoke with Laurie but she just wanted to go into the bedroom and do a repeat session of jackin and jillin. We hadn’t been home more than 15 minutes before we were naked in bed watching each other get off. It went on like that for several weeks and I began to live for those Tuesdays and Wednesdays to be naked with my sister. She felt the same way about it too. We even had one of those rare hot afternoons in November and we sat naked on my back deck and get ourselves off in the outdoors. Laurie enjoyed that day the most and thought it was so cool to do it outside.

I drove to the school the day before Thanksgiving and had been anxiously waiting for this day. Work was closed for the holiday and Laurie was going to spend the night with me under the pretense of helping me prepare food to bring for the family meal. Actually there was not that much food to make but my family thought I was helpless in the kitchen without Sally. Laurie could not wait either. When practice ended, she only waved to her friends, raced to the GTO and we drove to my place. We brought her gym bag with her change of clothes into my bedroom and soon we were naked again. We were beginning to watch each other touch ourselves when Laurie asked to smoke some weed. It had been awhile since either of us had smoked some and thought that I could use a good buzz too.

I went naked into the garage, retrieved the tin and papers from my hiding spot, and returned to my bedroom. Laurie wanted to try and roll one herself. With some help and a few tries, she rolled her first number. She lit it, inhaled, and passed it to me.

I took a smoke and said, “I think the ones you make taste better”

“You are just being nice” said Laurie, “I think this one is going to fall apart”

She was right. She took a smoke and handed to me. I took a smoke and the cigarette fell apart, leaving loose pot and a burning end on my carpet. I quickly extinguished the burning end with my hand and scraped the loose pot back into the tin.

“I’m sorry” said Laurie, “I’m not very good at that yet.”

“No problem” I smiled, “Actually you did better than I did when I rolled my first one”

Laurie was starting to feel the buzz and had her hand between her legs already. She looked at me and said, “We have been doing this for some time now and there is something I want to ask you.”

I was getting very relaxed but my cock was hard as a rock. I said, “Go ahead and ask..

No secrets between us now.”

Laurie slyly smiled and said, “Well I’ve been watching you jack off for some time and I wonder how come you have never asked me to touch you or stroke your cock?”

“Hmmm,” I pondered, “I didn’t think you wanted to. I assumed that watching each other was as far as you wanted go. Do you want to touch me?”

“Yes I do”, my sister said in a low voice, “I have never touched a guy before and watching you has been driving me crazy the last couple of weeks.

“I’d love for you to do that.” I smiled, “But fair is fair, I get to feel your tits”

“I think I’m getting the better deal” she laughed, “There isn’t much there to feel. So do you want me to do you or how do we do this together?”

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Tracey stood outside the gleaming white building looking at the large sign which read,

Eastfield Medical Science Centre

and wondered again why she was there.

It was her boyfriend Steve, that was why she was there. It was him who had seen the ad in the local paper asking for volunteers to test a new breast enhancement drug.

As far as Tracey was concerned she was more than happy with the current size of her breasts thank you very much, she was the proud owner of a set of DD boobs, but everybody knew that as far as men were concerned there was no such thing as too big.

Apparently Titalin was a drug designed to increase the milk yield in dairy cattle and it had been a great success in the cows increasing their yield by 150%. Someone had noticed that the size of their udders had increased exponentially and had come up with the idea this might be a good drug to give to human females.

Nobody knew if it would make them produce milk but if it increased the size of their breasts that was a good enough reason to try it, and so human trials had been started.

The first set of tests hadn’t gone that well, the drug was too powerful for humans, it had been designed for cattle after all. They used fifty girls for the first set of tests and they all ended up with balloon size breasts that leaked milk constantly. They also ended up as brain damaged as you could get, the drug rotting their brains.

The press heard about all of this and treated the story as a funny aside, picturing some of the girls with their freakishly huge breasts and drooling from the mouth with a blank expression. One newspaper printed a picture of six naked girls in sitting in a cow stall with the heading,

The Perfect Girl!

All of this gave Tracey natural cause for concern but the advert her boyfriend saw stated that the trial was going to use a new version of the drug which had been reduced in strength.

That still didn’t exactly placate her too much but her boyfriend was not the type of man a girl argued with, a few black eyes had taught her that!

It didn’t even make her feel any better when she’d heard that the trial was to use twelve girls in total, six slaves and six free girls. She was a free girl and glad of it, female slavery had been legalised a year before and was still in its infancy.

Salves were available to buy from registered slave centres which were not in most towns, with cities having two or three of them. Although it was easy to buy a slave nowdays, anyone with money in their pockets could do it, it wasn’t cheap.

Most slaves cost over then thousand pounds with the best ones going for up to fifty thousand. There was no finance plans in place yet for buying a slave, so you had to pay in full and this put owning a slave out of reach for most people. After all who had ten thousand in cash in their bank account, not many.

So although slaves were available and there were plenty for sale, the actual amount you saw in your daily life was very few. It was a bit like seeing a Rolls Royce parked on the high street, unless you lived in central London they were rare!

The whole idea of slavery though was exciting to Tracey. She considered herself to be a submissive girl, most girls were nowdays, and after all the height of submissiveness was slavery.

Once you bought a slave she was literally your property to be used how you wished. The girl was fitted with a steel collar around her neck and embedded in that was a micro chip that gave anybody who scanned her details of her name, age, weight etc. as well as details of her owner.

The high price kept most of the sleaziest men who wanted a cheap thrill away but obviously some girls were bought purely as sex toys. The man who bought her might be a better class of person but they could be just as perverted as a man who couldn’t afford her.

The police were not interested either, after all the girl was now a slave and someone’s property, if her owner wanted to carry out his most depraved fantasies on her that was not their concern.

All of this actually added to Tracey’s fantasies of slavery, the idea that she could be bought and collared and then used in whatever way her new owner wished was incredibly exciting to her.

In real life she knew she probably wouldn’t of found it so exciting, having a red hot poker pushed up your pussy like she’d heard had happened to one girl was probably not so exciting!

That kind of thing didn’t happen too often, after all slaves were not exactly disposable at the prices they were, but rape and sexual humiliation was part of a slaves daily life.

At the moment any girl between the ages of eighteen and thirty could be registered as a slave and at twenty two she knew she was prime slave age. She was also a very pretty girl with long blonde hair and a great figure, any man would be happy to buy her as a slave she was sure.

She had to admit that the thought of mingling with real salves during the drug trials was appealing, it was bound to add more stories and ideas to her fantasies.

So she found herself standing nervously out side the building after her boyfriend had sent off the application for her, denying her any choice in the matter.

She saw another nervous looking girl pause outside and then enter the building, and so taking this as her cue she took a deep breath and smoothed down her dress and entered the main glass door.

Inside the building was as gleaming as it was outside, Tracey was sure that if she looked hard enough she could see her reflection beaming up at her from the shiny floor. She was standing in quite a cavernous central hall and for a moment her courage almost deserted her, never the most confident girl the gleaming efficiency of the place overwhelmed her.

It was reasonably busy with people rushing everywhere and she stood rooted to the spot in confusion and fear.

She was saved when she suddenly heard a girls voice asking if she could help her coming from behind. Spinning round she saw a pretty girl of about her age smiling at her enquiringly and reassured Tracey quickly explained why she was there.

“Oh yes, Mr Chambers bunch,” she giggled and then pointing she said, “through those doors and just follow the hall right down the end, it’s the last door on the right, there will be a receptionist and other girls waiting no doubt, just tell her who you are.”

Tracey tanked her and started off through the doors. Once in the new hallway she could see it stretching off in a straight line ahead of her.

“Even I can’t get lost here.” she said to herself without any true conviction and started on her way down the hall.

She was beginning to wonder how big this building was and whether or not she had indeed got lost when she reached the end and the promised door on the right. Smoothing down her dress she knocked on the frosted glass panel of the door and entered.

The inside was much like any doctors waiting room with one desk and a dozen or so chairs facing it. Behind the desk was a middle aged woman who looked up as Tracey entered. The chairs were nearly all occupied by girls no doubt there for the same reason she was. Ten in total so at least she wasn’t the last one there but the ting that really caught her attention was that six of the girls were sitting there stark naked!

They were obviously the slaves and were sitting there completely naturally and unembarrassed, naked apart from their collars.

Slave or not Tracey was sure that she couldn’t of sat there so casually with nothing on, for a second she almost forgot why she was there but was reminded when the receptionist asked her name and she was told to take a seat.

Sitting she would of normally said hello to the other girls or at least smiled at them but nobody was speaking or looking at her and everybody seemed unnerved by the naked slaves sitting with them. She had seen naked girls before of course but not as blatantly as this and she didn’t know what to say or how to react so instead she sat quietly like the others.

They were told to be there by nine am and Tracey could see by the large clock on the wall opposite them that it was nine fifty by the time the inside door opened and a man stepped in. He was an older man of around sixty, portly and if Tracey had seen him in the street she would of marked him down as a bit of a letch!

The naked girls didn’t flinch though now that there was a man in the presence and for his part he didn’t pay them much attention either. He walked over to the receptionist and had a quiet word with her. It appeared that the twelfth girl had not shown up which was causing some consternation. Finally though he turned to face them for the first time and said hello and told them to stand up and follow him through into his office.

They all did as they were told and walked into his smaller office where there were no seats and so they ended up all standing around his desk while he sat behind it looking at them.

He started off by thanking them for coming and for helping them with the trial.

“Unfortunately only eleven of you have turned up and we need twelve so I’m going to obtain another slave to help us so there will be seven slaves and only five free girls in the trial.” he said which didn’t particularly bother Tracey but what he said next most definitely did.

“Talking of slaves, I see that the ones here are all naked of course as they should be, can the rest of you please remove your clothes now, I want you all naked together please.”

Tracey looked at him in shock. She knew Titalin was injected directly into a girls nipples but she’d never expected to have to be naked, especially in front of this creepy man. To her surprise though the other four clothed girls with her didn’t appear to object at all and were already undoinging buttons and pulling down zips.

She knew she had a good body and nothing to be ashamed about there but she had never really flaunted herself like a lot of girls did nowdays, she tended to stick to the longer skirts and dresses rather than the micro mini skirts that most girls wore.

She panicked slightly, Mr Chambers obviously hadn’t been joking when he’d ordered them to strip and one of the girls was down to her underwear already and so taking as deep a breath as possible and telling herself she was undressing for a Doctor, although she wasn’t actually sure he was, she started to unzip her dress.

This really was an ordeal for Tracey, she even got embarrassed if her dad saw her in her underwear at home, but she forced herself to slide her dress off her shoulders and let it slip down her body so she could step out of it.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw that all the other girls were now naked and he hesitancy had only now focused all the attention on to her as she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra. She had large heavy breasts and she noticed that she was probably the bustiest girl there.

Knowing they were all now waiting for her she quickly hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down before dropping them on the table with the rest of her clothes like the other girls had done.

“Very good,” Chambers smiled, “ doing as your told is a key part of this process and I know that wasn’t easy for some of you but you obeyed my command, just like a good girl should.” he laughed creepily.

Tracey knew she didn’t like this man already and to make it worse he picked up his phone and asked the receptionist to come in and when she did so escort gaziantep ofise gelen bayan he pointed at the piles of discarded clothes on the table and said,

“Take those away will you, they won’t be needing them for a while.”

Tracey looked on forlornly as the receptionist scooped all the clothes up and did indeed take them away shutting the door behind her. It was embarrassing enough standing there naked but now that her clothes had gone she felt even more exposed.

A second later the door opened again and in walked another naked girl and Tracey saw from her collar that she was the extra slave that had been drafted in, how many slaves did they have in the building she wondered!

“Good, now there are twelve of you please follow me to the lab area.” Chambers said standing up and they all filed out of the room like a line of baby ducks following their mother.

She found themselves walking down the same long corridor back the way she had came only this time every person they passed, and there were quite a few, was seeing her naked, a mortifying experience.

Why couldn’t they of had the waiting room nearer the lab or got them to undress actually in the lab instead of parading them naked through the whole building!

To make matters worse they had to walk through the entrance hall which was very busy with members of the public as well as building employees and she began to think that they were showing them off on purpose. She also realised that any casual observer would think that the whole group were slaves, a thought that was actually quite exciting.

Eventually they reached their destination, another room full of computers and various medical looking instruments and not much else. It did hold one other thing though, a young boy wearing a white lab coat, obviously not long out of school who looked at the twelve naked girls with much interest.

As they all stood around in a semi circle facing Mr Chambers he explained that they were going to be hooked up to a machine which would in effect pump the drug into them.

“Now as you are all no doubt aware this experiment is to test a new version of the drug Titalin and you have all signed forms committing you to this procedure?” he said.

Tracey had indeed signed a plethora of forms once she’d volunteered, she didn’t read them fully, who does, but she understood the gist of them which was basically that she agreed to do whatever she was told to.

“This is indeed a new version of the drug, reduced in strength but we intend to pump larger doses into you to make up for that,” he carried on, “the ultimate aim is to produce large breasted females who will contribute to society by producing milk by the gallon.”

Tracey knew what the aim of the drug was before she signed up but having it explained to her while she stood naked in a air conditioned room with the temperature settings seemingly set to freezing did not ease her concerns. Of course the main reason she signed up was because her boyfriend told her to.

“Now we fully expect to have to go through several versions of the drug before we reach our goal and some of the more unpleasant side effects we witnessed last time may still happen with this version but more than half of you are slaves and quite frankly we can absorb the loss.” he smiled.

Absorb the loss! What loss! Tracey didn’t like the sound of that one bit, she knew the previous test subjects had been reduced to mindless vegetables but she’d assumed they had ironed those problems out and that’s why they were testing this version.

She was about to say something when another girl in a worried tone asked him how dangerous this drug was.

“Oh very dangerous, this is version two of what we fully expect to be ten versions before we are satisfied with the results, to be frank even if this was version five or six I would be very worried.” he said flippantly.

“Well I’m sorry but I’ve changed my mind.” the girl said trying to sound strong and determined but sounding like what she was, a naked and scared girl.

Chambers sighed as if he’d been expecting this,

“I’ve just asked you all if you’d signed your assent forms and you all assured me you had and therefore you cannot change your mind you silly girl,” he said annoyed.

The girl looked confused and worried but made no attempt to leave as Chambers carried on,

“You are all going ahead with this trial now like it or not and if you don’t the consequences for you will be dire in the extreme I can assure you of that.”

Tracey wondered how much more extreme they could be but like the others you stood quietly, subdued by his words.

He turned to the boy and started telling him to prepare each girl for to be attached to a rather frightening machine which appeared to consist of long needles attached to thin tubes that were in turn attached to a central pumping unit. Preparing the girls involved rubbing their nipples with an antiseptic wipe and tweaking them to make sure they were erect as possible, a job the boy loved and which wasn’t really necessary in the coldness of the room!

To unnerve the girls even further the man laughed and said,

“I should warn you that the needles have to be pushed through the centre of your nipples as deep into the tit as we can, that will cause you an awful lot of pain, but don’t worry, I quite like the sound of girls screaming and crying.” he chuckled.

Not for the first time Tracey thought about simply running away but she was naked and her clothes were on the other side of the building so instead she gave serious consideration to punching Mr Chambers as hard as she could on his nose but ultimately decided against it.

He hadn’t been lying though, when her turn had come to be injected she knew from the screams from the other girls that he’d been telling the truth, she’d never felt pain like it, the sting of the needle piercing her nipple was extreme but even worse was when she felt it being pushed deeper and deeper into her breast.

It felt to her like a solid foot of needle was pushed into her, it couldn’t be that much of course but it felt like it. With most immediate pain it quickly dies down to a manageable level but this didn’t, the level of pain stayed extremely high throughout.

She managed to look around at the other girls who were now all kneeling in a circle hooked up to the central pump and all seemed to be in as much agony as herself.

It wouldn’t of been so bad if they were unhooked after five minutes, well that was a lie, it would of still been bad, but they were left with the needles deep inside them for an hour, the machine constantly throbbing and pumping the drug into them.

They were even left alone in the room for half an hour, each girl too weak to do anything about it, and even though it was the most painful hour of her life, Chambers and the boy seemed if anything rather bored.

Eventually the boy went around the circle rather roughly yanking the needles out of each girl, accompanied by yelps of pain as he went. It seemed to take an age for him to reach Tracey but he did and she almost collapsed fully onto the floor like several of the girls had done.

“Well done girls, “ Chambers clapped, “ that’s your first session done, only five more to go, “I’ll see you all back here in a weeks time, “ he laughed, “ in the meantime make sure you keep a record of breasts, size, weight, tenderness, you probably won’t see too much improvement during the first week and we will scan you again next week but it’s important that you keep a record as well”.

Tracey was just glad the needles weren’t in her any more and the walk back through the building seemed slightly less embarrassing than before, very slightly!

As he had said there wasn’t too much noticeable difference during that first week, maybe her bras pinched a bit but may as easily be her imagination rather then any increase in the size of her breasts.

Her boyfriend seemed disappointed, as if he were waiting for her to sprout beach ball size breasts overnight and he acted like a sulking school boy when they didn’t.

Tracey was quite pleased, maybe the lack of any visible signs would mean that he didn’t make her go back for week two but it was her that ended up disappointed when he reminded her of the appointment at the centre and made it clear he expected her to attend.

So at the correct time she presented herself at Mr Chambers office and took her seat in the waiting room with the other girls. As before they were kept waiting well past the appointment time and when he finally did come out and usher them into his office it became clear that two of the girls hadn’t shown up.

Two of the free girls, the slaves were all there of course and Tracey wondered if they’d ever actually left the building at all or were they kept inside the medical centre somewhere.

In reality although angry Chambers was also philosophical about the missing girls, as if he’d expected it.

“I told the bosses we should only use slaves for this, at least they will turn up!” he muttered under his breath as he picked up the phone and asked someone to send him two more slaves.

Tracey herself probably wouldn’t of come back if it hadn’t of been for her boyfriend, the thought of being injected with those needles again filled her with dread.

Once again they had to strip naked in the office and joined by the two new slaves the group were marched through the building to the lab area where they were once again scanned. It hadn’t missed her attention that they group now conisted of nine slaves and only three free girls.

A new boy was there this time and Tracey wondered what had happened to the first one, surely he wouldn’t give up a job like this one unless he was forced to.

The dreaded time came and again the room was full of the sounds of squealing and crying girls while Chambers stood to one side smiling to himself, God she hated that man!

Once again the hour passed slowly with all twelve girls kneeling around the pump they were hooked up too. She knew the sight they must be presenting Chambers and the boy, they for all the world looked like twelve dairy cows being milked although the were having drugs pumped into them and nothing being taken out, not yet anyway.

They were left alone for a while again, Chambers obviously having more important things to do and when he returned she was sure that each girl heaved a sigh of relief as they knew it must be close to having the hated needles taken out.

As the boy made his way round unhooking them Chambers coughed and started his little speech,

“Well done girls, only four sessions left now, during this week you should start to see some changes, “he said,” nothing too dramatic at this stage but your breasts should increase in size noticeably and you should start to feel different mentally as well, less alert, more confused, more, let us say, accommodating.” he laughed.

Tracey was now back on her feet like the others thinking to herself how much she hated his laugh.

“Don’t worry about these changes, embrace them, feel happy that they are happening, after all this is only the start and any changes will only become more pronounced as the trial continues, well that’s the plan anyway.” and there was that hateful laugh again.

They were marched back to his office to retrieve their clothes, only the three of them this time, the slaves being taken somewhere else, clothes not escort gaziantep öğrenci bayan needed for them. Although there was only the three of them dutifully marching behind Chambers through the building Tracey did feel slightly less embarrassed, walking naked through the busy corridors was becoming less inhibiting, was that the drug working though or was that her mind following his little speech to them. She didn’t know, she just knew she was walking along more confidently and if people saw her naked so what.

Again not much happened the first few days but towards the end of the week she did notice that her bras no longer fitted her. Whereas they pinched slightly a few times during the first week now she couldn’t even get them on without breathing in and even then it was a struggle.

Her boyfriend controlled the household finances and he had always been mean with money for her needs and she knew before she asked him for some money to buy some new larger bras what his reply would be and so on day five of the week she stopped wearing bras at all.

Normally she would have been embarrassed about this, she’d had large breasts before this trial even started and they bounced and jiggled alarmingly under her clothes if she ever went braless, something she very rarely did anyway.

Now her breasts were definitely bigger, bounced and jiggled even more, and she didn’t care at all. The few times she’d been braless before had always been in the privacy of her house and now she was happily going down the shops without a bra on and enjoying all the stares and comments she was getting.

Well a few women had made some catty nasty comments but the men seemed to like seeing her braless and that was the most important thing.

She’d struggled to wear a bra to work on the Friday and the next trial session was on the Monday ad she knew she wouldn’t wear a bra to work on Tuesday.

Her boyfriend was happy, he was beginning to see results from the drug and was enjoying her new larger breasts as much as she was. As well as being bigger her nipples were becoming more and more sensitive as well. It didn’t seem to matter how roughly her boyfriend treated them, pulling, pinching, biting, everything he did was a sensory delight to her and she loved it all.

Trial week three time came and they’d lost another free girl, they were down to just the two of them now but Tracey didn’t mind, the naked walk to the lab had been positively thrilling this time and she’d walked down there like she was a model on a catwalk.

She couldn’t say the needles were any less painful but once hooked up she was content to kneel there on the hard floor and feel the steady pulse of the pump as it filled her tits with the drug.

The hour seemed to fly by this time and before she knew it she was dressed again and out of the building desperate to get home to satisfy the burning itch in her pussy.

She had no real recollection of how she actually got home, she knew it must of involved catching a bus, or did she walk, she couldn’t remember, all she knew was once she got home she stripped off all her clothes in double quick time and found her biggest vibrator and flopped down on her bed and started using it and that’s how her boyfriend found her when he got home three hours later.

The next day their landlord came round, Mr Johnson, he was an fat oldish man who Tracey had never liked. He was creepy and always had a roving eye whenever he was around her and she was sure that if her boyfriend was not there he would try to take advantage.

Luckily her boyfriend was there today when he called round and said he’d come to talk about some repairs that needed doing to the flat.

Straight away his eyes were fixed on Tracey, she only had a thin dressing gown on which as well as being thin was also quite short.

She’d started off sitting opposite him on the sofa with her boyfriend as they chatted and then she’d been told to make Mr Johnson a cup of tea and so she’d got up to do so. As she brought it in and placed it on the table beside him he grabbed her arm and jokingly said she could sit on his lap now.

Now normally she would of run a mile at such a suggestion and he was probably expecting her to do just that and he looked just as surprised as she felt when she didn’t resist the pull on her arm and let herself be pulled down onto his lap.

If he was surprised he recovered quickly as he snaked an arm around her waist and held her firmly in place as if it was all a big joke and she would quickly jump up laughing and pulling away.

Instead she sat there perfectly content while the two men carried on chatting. She did worry that her boyfriend might create a fuss but over the last few days, even in her befuddled state, that he was enjoying showing her off, letting other people enjoy seeing her new body shape.

“Is she alright, I mean she looks a bit blank that’s all.” Mr Johnson suddenly asked laughing slightly.

“Oh sure,” her boyfriend laughed, “ she’s started a trial for that new tit growing drug, it makes their tits bigger and rots their brains a bit, well a lot.”

“Oh I saw a story about that in the papers, “ Johnson said excitedly, “they end up as dribbling morons with huge tits don’t they.” he chuckled.

“Well that’s what I’m hoping anyway.” her boyfriend laughed, “ her tits have got a lot bigger already and you can see how stupid she seems now.”

“Oh they are bigger already are they?” Johnson said looking at her chest with interest, “can I have a look, she was quite a busty girl to start with they must be huge now.”

“Be my guest.” her boyfriend replied as if he didn’t mind in the least at a creepy old man ogling his girlfriend.

With almost trembling hands Johnson reached out a few inches and pulled on the cord holding Tracey’s gown together and pulled on it,untying it until it hung loose and open on her shoulders.

“Take it off her completely if you like, I don’t mind.” her boyfriend laughed.

Now although her mind seemed to have a permanent haze over it nowdays Tracey was still aware that a few days ago the idea of being stripped naked, for she was naked under the gown, by Mr Johnson while sitting on his lap would of sent her running and screaming from the room but now she just sat there quietly while he reached up and pulled the gown off her shoulders and down her arms.

She didn’t even resist when he pulled her arms up so he could pull them through the sleeves and with a little flourish he threw the gown behind her to her boyfriend leaving her sitting there completely naked.

In the position she was sitting he couldn’t see her pussy but he certainly had a perfect view of her breasts and he quickly brought his hands up and started squeezing them happily, loving every second of it.

“I see what you mean, these are great.” he laughed.

“They sure are,” her boyfriend laughed with him, “give her nipples a hard pinch, they are super sensitive now.”

Happy to oblige he did just that and Tracey couldn’t help but moan bringing fresh laughter from the men. She knew this was wrong but what could she do, she never would of let her landlord play with her like this and she hated the way her boyfriend was letting it happen but it felt so good! Mr Johnson had big rough hands and he was being very rough with her breasts and now her nipples and she was loving it.

“I tell you who would love these.” Johnson smiled as he continued to play.

“Who?” her boyfriend asked.

“Charlie Slate, he owns the Red Lion down the road, they have strippers down there most nights and he’s always looking for new girls, the punters would love these beauties,” he laughed, “she’d earn you a few extra bob as well.”

“That’s an idea,” her boyfriend smiling obviously thinking the idea over, “You’d love stripping and shaking your new tits around in front of a pub full of horny men wouldn’t you Tracey?”

A few days ago she couldn’t of thought of anything worse, she knew a lot of pubs had strippers now but she’d always found it degrading to women. It wasn’t just taking their clothes off either, they were expected to fully entertain the crowd with full on lesbian sex with the other strippers, to public masturbation and giving out all kinds of sexual favours to the customers.

Tracey had been in a pub once with her boyfriend when a stripper had sat on the table in front of them stark naked and proceeded to finger herself to orgasm right there. It had taken a few minutes and whereas her boyfriend had loved it and had been enthusiastically cheering her on Tracey had been mortified by the whole thing and was relived when the girl had finished and moved on, her boyfriend had loved the show of course.

She currently had a good job, boring but safe, she was working for ABC Insurance dealing with claims that came in. In truth they were instructed by the bosses to try and find every way possible to decline any claims which often made her feel uncomfortable but the pay was always welcome at the end of the month.

She knew her boss wouldn’t like her moonlighting as a stripper but then he’d been angry with her the last few days as she couldn’t seem to concentrate at work any more. The prospect of sitting at her desk and staring at a computer screen four ten hours a day bored her to tears.

The men employed by the company only worked six hour shifts compared to the women’s ten hours. They often got paid more as well even though they did less hours.

Tracey didn’t complain though, none of the girls did, the price of slaves was falling slightly and only destined to fall even further. It would soon be cheaper to buy a slave and have the associated costs of of feeding and housing her than actually paying someone to work.

She was brought back to the moment by a sharp pain as Mr Johnson bit down hard on her nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth.

He slapped her thigh and told her to stand up,

“I may as well see the whole package.” he laughed as she got to her feet

She stood without embarrassment in front of him, posing and twirling for him to see every last inch of her body.

“Oh yes, Charlie will love her.” he chuckled , “show us a few dance moves darling.”

Being naked in front of him was no longer cause for embarrassment, dancing naked for him was, she did her best though and he seemed satisfied with her efforts.

The idea of dancing naked for the horrible landlord would have been preposterous even a few days ago but now she was shaking her booty for him as if it was natural.

“Yes take my advice son, take her down to Charlie and get her working there, I take it she’s going to get worse?” he looked at her boyfriend with a raised eyebrow.

“Worse?” he said confused.

“Yes, you said she’s half way through the trial so I guess the drug will destroy her brain completely by the end?”

“Oh yes,but her tits will be huge.” her boyfriend laughed callously.

“Well get her stripping soon then while she can still dance.” Mr Johnson smiled and with a final squeeze of her breasts he left without ever mentioning why he’d come in the first place.

The next few day dragged by, she went to work each day but had no real interest in it, she spent most of the time looking up porn on the computer which was strictly forbidden but nobody had noticed yet. She wouldn’t of gone in at all but her boyfriend made her saying something about wanting the money.

She knew her boss was close escort bayan oğuzeli to firing her and she wondered if it might be a good idea to start offering him a blow job every day now.

Finally the day of the trial came up and Tracey presented herself at the centre on time and eager to start the procedure. All the girls were now expected to sit in the waiting room naked, rather than undress in Mr Chambers office they had to do it outside in the waiting room. The slaves were already naked of course so it was just Tracey and the other free girl, a pretty girl called Emily, that had to undress and hand their clothes to the receptionist for storage.

Tracey could see that all the girls now had much larger breasts than when they’d started the trial and all sat with the same vacant look on their faces that Tracey often had. So far at least it looked like the drug was a roaring success.

This time when they were ushered into Mr Chambers office he told them that two people would be observing them in the lab, his seniors.

“I have told them a little white lie unfortunately”, he smiled, “I told them that the group consisted of all slaves, which it practically does, but for today I’m going to have to put slave collars on the two free girls here and issue you with slave numbers just in case they scan you.”

Now even in the fog of her current mental state Tracey knew that this wasn’t good. And from her worried look neither did Emily.

“Don’t worry.” he said raising his hands to placate them, “ I’ll take the collars off again once they have gone, I can’t do anything about the slave numbers unfortunately but if your not collared nobody will have anything to scan so nothing to worry about.” he smiled.

Tracey knew her days of arguing with him were long gone anyway so she knew she would agree to it but the thought of being made a slave, even for an hour, troubled her.

He did some typing on the keyboard of his PC and after a minute he pulled two stainless steel collars out of his desk drawer and motioned for Tracey and Emily to approach him.

“Right I don’t think these are the permanent type so lift your hair up for me and lean forwards so I can put these on you.”

Tracey exchanged a glance with Emily and saw straight away that like herself any possibilty of objecting was gone and so she did as she was told and offered her neck to him and felt the cold steel close tightly around it.

The click as it locked was thrilling but alarming too and she didn’t quite know how she felt as she straightened up, the weight of the collar feeling much heavier than she thought it would.

“Good girls.” Chambers laughed ,” now remind me to take them off when you leave or else I’m bound to forget and as far the the computer and our guests are concerned you are just two more slaves at the moment.”

The walk to the lab felt stranger this time, not because of the nudity but because everyone who saw her was seeing her as a slave, a properly collared slave and when she saw the two strange men waiting for them in the lab she knew that as far as they were concerned twelve naked slaves had just entered the room.

The needles hurt as always but this time the hour spent on her knees seemed to fly by and before she knew it she was back in Chambers office. She had no idea if his bosses had been impressed with what they saw or not, although mind you they had basically seen twelve large breasted naked girls kneeling on the floor in front of them for an hour, what wasn’t there to be impressed with!

True to his word Chambers appeared to forget about taking the slave collars off and if it wasn’t for Emily reminding him she was sure she would of left the centre with it still on. He even joked about it,

“There wouldn’t be much point in you getting dressed if I had forgot, who’s ever seen a slave with clothes on.” he laughed.

Tracey was still in two minds about the whole slavery thing, the idea of being a slave was exciting, but she wasn’t sure she actually wanted to be one.

Over the course of the week her breasts got even bigger, they were approaching ridiculous size now and people were noticing, Mr Johnson called round for another play and with her boyfriends blessing he ended up fucking her vigorously over the end of the sofa.

Her mental state stayed the same thank God, she found it hard to think of one subject for more than ten seconds, giggled a lot inanely, and basically acted like the worlds biggest airhead.

This disturbed Tracey, she was never the brightest girl but she was bright enough and now she could hardly string two words together and those two words usually made no sense.

She knew this wasn’t right but was unable to fight it and all her boyfriend did was make fun of her, mocking her for he dumbness and doing things like letting the landlord fuck her!

Even in her current state she could sense that her attraction was wearing off on him as well, although he was still having fun with her now enormous breasts it didn’t seem enough to hold his attention for long and she started to wonder if he was looking for another girlfriend.

The subject had been brought up by Mr Johnson while she was sitting naked on his lap again while he played with her boobs,

“Well if you want to get rid of her I’ll take her off your hands.” he’d laughed.

“No your alright, a couple of guys from work have offered to buy her.” her boyfriend replied.

“Well make sure you get a good price for her, she’s a cracker.”

“I’ll see, they are mates so I’ll give them a big discount, I’ve shown them a video of what she looks like now and they are looking forward to getting their hands on her, I just want her off mine.” he shrugged.

Tracey couldn’t remember posing for any videos recently and she shuddered wondering what the video showed.

“Well it will be a shame to lose her but maybe your right, get yourself a new girl to have fun with, this one’s had it.” Johnson laughed while pinching her nipples hard.

She got fired from her job the next day, even though her boss had been happy to accept the daily blow jobs and tit wank from her he couldn’t let her continue to work there, she had no attention span and was rude to the customers.

Of course he waited till after she’d sucked his cock that day before he told her he was letting her go. Even though she was happy that she wouldn’t have to go in every day now she was worried about what her boyfriend would say, especially about the loss of income, maybe he would start her working as a stripper now.

Week five of the trial arrived and Mr Chambers once again collared Tracey and Emily, he didn’t give a reason this time, he just did it and Neither of the girls complained, just offered their necks when he told them to.

By now Tracey didn’t mind the walk to the lab but today for his amusement he decided that it would be fun to make all the girls crawl there on their hands and knees. So everyone that passed them that day saw a line of twelve naked girls crawling down the long corridors, their large breasts swinging freely beneath them.

It took the line twenty minutes to reach the lab, Chambers walking in front smiling with pride as he paraded his girls through the building and everyone enjoyed seeing them.

Tracey felt neither ashamed or embarrassed, if Mr Chambers wanted them to crawl through the building that was his choice, he was the boss and it had nothing to do with her.

They were injected as usual and Chambers seemed happy with the way things were going,

“Next week is your last week girls”, he addressed them, “you should see one more growth spurt and maybe some lactation happening, embrace the change, milk those tits, if you do it will only encourage them to produce more and more milk,” he laughed,” so ask your boyfriends etc. to milk you every day, we want those tits full of fresh creamy milk don’t we.”

Everyone nodded in unison but to be honest if you’d told us all to assassinate the Queen we would of all nodded.

Once again he forgot to take off their collars and once again Emily reminded him, he seemed surprised that she dd but he took them off anyway.

The next day her boyfriend marched her down to the pub Mr Johnson had told her about and asked to see Charlie who was immediately interested in having Tracey dancing for him in the pub. If she’d known any better she would of felt ashamed as he told her to take her clothes off and dance around the bar naked showing Charlie her moves.

As it was it seemed like a reasonable request and so she did as she was told and was soon dancing her sexiest while the two men looked on appreciatively and within minutes the deal was done, Tracey was now a stripper!

She knew deep down that she should have been appalled but the idea of stripping and dancing naked for a bunch of strange men turned her on tremendously and she could hardly wait for her turn to arrive.

She’d been in the pub a few times before with her boyfriend and she hadn’t particularly liked the place, there was a rough atmosphere and most of the men looked nasty, not the kind of place you would bring your parents for a drink.

This time round though the place seemed fine, the men were friendly and loud and sure there were grasping hands everywhere but she didn’t have any clothes on, how else would the men react.

Her breasts were grabbed and mauled more times than she remembered and two men had even managed to insert their fingers into her pussy but she didn’t care, the men were happy and surely that was the important thing.

She was happy too and when Charlie told her it was time to stop she was disappointed, she could of carried on dancing all night.

She’d ended the night getting screwed by Charlie while bent over the bar, she wasn’t sure that was part of the deal but he certainly didn’t mind.

She walked home happy that night which hardly seemed possible after her feelings about strippers before.

Her breasts did continue to grow and everywhere she went now she heard people laughing and making comments about her freakishly big tits, especially as she never wore a bra now, she doubted she could buy one to fit her!

She didn’t mind the looks and jokes, she was proud of her tits, why shouldn’t she be, they were massive.

The day after week five of the trial and true to his word she started producing milk. Not a lot to start with but she was soon producing two pints a day and being milked by her boyfriend who enjoyed himself tremendously.

He would milk her like a cow, her naked and on all fours, her breasts hanging down beneath her and the milk being squeezed out of her into a large jug. He even let Mr Johnson have a go and he laughingly told her boyfriend that Tracey was his best tenant ever.

Week six of the trial came around, Tracey only remembered the appointment because her boyfriend reminded her countless times, she didn’t remember anything nowdays, everyday life seemed so hard.

Standing collared and naked in the lab as usual. Mr Chambers told them all how pleased he was with them, apparently the average breast size increase throughout the group was five cup sizes and they were all producing milk now.

“This is your last series of injections but you can expect your breasts to continue growing for a while longer until they reach they optimum size”, he laughed, “ you will also produce more and more milk, and I’m afraid whatever remains of your tiny brains will dwindle even further.”

Tracey had no idea what that meant but he looked pleased and that was good enough for her, after all pleasing men was all that mattered wasn’t it?

This time Emily forgot to remind Mr Chambers about taking their collars off and they went home with it still on. They had finished the trial now and were not due back at the centre for months so how would she get it off, she decided she didn’t care.

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Naughty Betty Sold My House

We were a typical couple, grown kids across the country, empty nesters that really didn’t have that much in common anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my wife, but I soon found out after we married that we were not sexually compatible at all. We did have sex early on in our marriage but it just wasn’t what I wanted in life.

I am a lover of the female gender in every way. I love to touch, taste and feel my way through love making, to be adventurous and try everything at least twice. I am more than than wham-bam thank you ma’am. But she was from a highly conservative, Christian family of ministers she felt shame to even talk about it.

I have to say that she did come a long way in our early years but the sex, to say the least was very vanilla. Only kissing, no touching her sex, no experimenting, no foreplay for me. Just stick it in let her ride give her an orgasm. Then run to the bathroom and clean up as soon as possible and act like it never happened. It was almost like it was acid that she had to get out of her right away. I felt very insulted and low all the time because of it. As time went on she dropped the false pretenses of pleasuring me completely. She would get on, have her orgasm and then roll over and go to sleep leaving me hanging. I do have to say that I was able to get her off practically every time and that is saying a lot.

After that I stopped trying and we lived a sexless life after that. I did look elsewhere from time to time, and did have a couple of flings. They were nice but ended badly. She never caught on and told me once that if I ever had a dalliance she didn’t ever want to know about it. So She didn’t.

It all ended earlier this year, a drunk driver hit my wife driving to work. Killed her instantly. He was a big rig driver for a large company. I settled with them for a large sum to keep it quite. Although our relationship wasn’t perfect I did love her, she was the mother of my wonderful children and partner in life.

I told myself that I was not going to mope around about it though. I had my tears and got through the funeral and then after a short time I worked on pulling myself together. Since I didn’t have to work any longer, I started to exercise and do more things that I liked to do. Being outdoors in the woods at the lake was where I spent a lot of my time.

The one thing that was still making me sad was the house. It was still painful to be in the house so I finally made the decision to move. So I cleaned out all the mementos that reminded me of my late wife and began the process of prepping for the sale. I fixed all the little things that I should have done a long time ago and painted and landscaped the yard. Then I called Betty my Realtor.

Betty is a personal friend who we have known since she was a little girl. We were friends with her parents in college. Betty was always smiling, always happy and very much a people person. Through the years our paths would cross and she grew into a beautiful women had children, divorced, remarried, started a second family again and divorced a second time. (for those who will ask) She is about 5’7” slender, full C cups.

Anyway, I called her and explained what I needed and scheduled a time for her to come over and ask her to sell my house.

The day she as to come over I was a little nervous, I don’t know why really, I have known her for a long time, but I knew that she was a lovely women and I have had my share of fantasies about her, but that is all they were. Passing wishes and short thoughts.

There was a knock at the door and when I opened it, there she was. Dressed in a very professional pencil skirt and nice loose top. What I remember most is her smile and her eyes. If there were ever a smile that could melt your heart it was hers. I ushered her in and offered her some coffee or some ice water.

She followed me into the kitchen and I got us a couple of glasses of ice water and when I turned to hand it to her she was standing close. I almost ran into her with her full glass but was able to avoid spilling. “oh, I am sorry. I was looking around, this is a beautiful place.” She said. “I have worked hard to prepare it to sell, just too many memories ya know?” I replied as we went back into the living room to sit down.

We sat down and caught up a little bit and I told her my plan was to sell this place and move to my house on the lake I was building. She choked a little when told her about the lake house. My tastes and my late wives taste were two completely different things. She was stuck in the 80’s while I wanted modern. I explained that I wanted steel, glass and oak and she wanted paint, lace and pictures everywhere. Betty chuckled and agreed on my de***********ions. “Your new house sounds stunning. I hope I can come see it when you finish it.” she said. “I am sure you will because it will be ready in a day escort gaziantep minyon bayan or two. We are putting the finishing touches on it as we speak.”

We did a walk through of the old house and she was very complementary of all the little fixes and the way it was staged. “Who did your staging?” she asked. I told her, “I didn’t get anyone to stage it, I did it myself.” While touching my arm she complemented me again and said that I really had an eye for this and she teased that she might need me to consult and help others owners she is selling houses for. I said that I wouldn’t mind helping her with anything she needed. I noticed that she blushed a little with that and kept her hand on my arm as we completed the tour.

“Bill, I think it will be easy to sell this place. As a matter of fact I have a couple this place would be perfect for. They have two kids and I can see them here. Since it is ready to move into they might want to see it as soon as tomorrow.” “That’s great Betty, I have about 98% of my things out and can move the rest tonight and tomorrow morning” I told her. I walked her to the door and she reached and gave me a kiss on the cheek and hugged me a little long actually, but I wasn’t complaining in the least and hugged her back.

3 days later I was in my home on the lake and there was a knock at the door. It was Betty, she was giddy with excitement. She bounded in the door and gave me a huge hug and another kiss on the cheek. “I was so excited to come tell you the news, I sold your house! The couple thought it was perfect and they complemented you on what you had done with it. I brought my computer so we could review the contract and get the ball rolling for them.”

Now it was my time to hug her, I reached around her and lifted her off her feet and went to kiss her on the cheek and she turned her head the last moment. I kissed her and both our eyes were wide when we realized what had happened. I slowly let her down before we stopped the kiss. “I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that. I stumbled. “That is completely okay Bill, best kiss of the day!” she teased as she playful slapped my chest. I then became aware that my arms were still around her. She didn’t push away as expected, laid her hand on my chest for a second.

I came to my senses and let her go and we both went shy. “well, that was awkward.” I said trying to lighten the mood. She didn’t flinch or react, She started to go toward my table and lay her laptop down. As she finally looked up she saw the view, “Oh my God! This place is spectacular!”

“Yeah, you know Janet would have never gone for it, but now that I am on my own, this is home to me.” I said proudly dropping the awkwardness. “I love this place, it brings me back to my roots. I loved being in the woods as a kid, now I am here again. It makes me feel young again.”

Betty smiled at me and then turned to look at the view again. The house was a Cedar Homes creation that I worked with the architect to design. It was similar to “Falling Waters” designed by Frank Lloyd Wright. The whole front was glass and cedar post design for the great room. With a fireplace in the middle. The porch wrapped around the entire place and fit into the landscape perfectly. Out front about 100 yards or so the lake stretched out wide. My boathouse and dock was at the waters edge and nothing but forest lined the lake as far as you could see.

I walked up to the front glass and collapse the wall, sliding it back on tracks to open up half of the front to the outdoors. Betty was in awe, she walked out on the porch and took it all in. “This is just so beautiful and so right for you. I want the full tour after we get your paperwork done.”

We went back into the house and sat down at the table. I grabbed us some water and she turned on her laptop. Then she asked, “Oh I forgot to ask, do you have WiFi up here.” “Sure do! When I had the utilities put in I had a fiber line put in.” I proudly said. “She then asked, “I need to get access so we can do your paperwork.” I froze for a second, I had not setup the guest network yet so my connection was very personal. “Here let me get you on.” I said. “she replied, I can get it if you tell me what your SSID and password is.” Blushing again I figured, well she asked for it. “the SSID is PopsPlace and the password is 7inches.”

I had turned as red as a beet but I wasn’t going to back down. After she heard it she started to become flushed. Her redness crept up from the low cut top she had on and stopped at the top of her head. “Then she asked, ‘is that seven or the number 7?” “I looked straight in her eyes and said, “Well since it is a measurement it is the number 7.” I held my stone faced expression as long as I could while she typed and said, “okay I am on it.” She looked back at me and we both busted out laughing. I finally said, “well escort bayan nizip I didn’t think I would be telling anyone that login and password and I didn’t think anyone would guess that.”

She took a deep breath still laughing to herself, “you are right, I would have never guest that password in a million years.” After that we settled down and completed the contracts and sent them to the other couple, which they did promptly and sent back. She finished up what she had to do and was about to close up her laptop when she said, “I think I should save that login and password for any future paperwork.” “Fine with me, we have no secrets now.” I said as I chuckled. She smiled and closed her computer.

The sun was starting to sink a little low in the sky over the lake. I had my home positioned so it would be a great view of the sunset every night. I asked, “are you ready for the tour, or do you have to run?” She told me that she didn’t have to run off. Her husband had the kids this weekend and she didn’t have anyplace to go. So I extended my arm and she took it and we started the tour.

There wasn’t too much that she didn’t really see from the start. With an open floor-plan. We started in the basement. I have guest rooms down there, movie room and bar with pool table. Then upstairs to the main floor and connecting garage, then upstairs loft which is the master suite. It overlooks the grand room downstairs from my king bed. I can see down but no one cal really see up until they get to the second floor. It is all one space with bathroom, shower tub all open air with windows all around.

“The woods are my privacy curtains” I said as she walked through the open space. She sat down on the edge of the bed and looked out over the great room as the sun sank lower in the sky. She laid back on the bed for a moment forgetting where she was and closed her eyes. “This is absolutely perfect!” she said. Then she opened her eyes and saw me standing there taking in the view of her on my bed. I was also lost in the moment thinking about how perfect she was.

She stood up and I asked her if she would stay for dinner, I could cook us up some steaks and baked potatoes and open a bottle of wine. She started to throw up some lame excuses but then I reminded her that she told me that she didn’t have anyplace to go tonight and she should stay and enjoy dinner. “I would love to have the company.” I said. She finally said yes and we went downstairs and I opened a bottle of wine for her and I poured me a Makers 46 on the rocks. She sat at my counter while I prepared the steaks, potatoes and green beans.

After we ate we went out on the front porch and I poured her a 3rd glass of wine along with topping off my drink and sat in a rustic swing that I had built. There was never a lull in the conversation, it was great. As the sunset over the water with a bright red glowing haze in the cool air she snuggled up against me and I put my arm around her. We had stopped talking as we just sat and watched the sunset.

She then said, “You know, that password thing really caught me off guard. You were so funny with your answer.”“you know I never intended to share that password with anyone, but you wouldn’t let me type it in…” but she cut me off and said, “All I could think of was the password for my ex husbands would have been 4 inches.”she giggled and took another sip of wine. “I am really sorry for that for you too!” and we both snickered.

“You really are a special kind of man. You know I had a crush on you when I was a little girl? It just got worse when I became a teenager. All the talk about sex and everything with my girlfriends in school. They were daydreaming over the boys in class but you were the one that kept popping into my mind.” She stopped and sighed as she snuggled into my arms and I held her a little tighter. I paused and thought about all the times as she was growing up how she always smiled at me, always seemed to want to walk beside me, talked to me, and never let me leave without giving me a hug goodbye.

“You know you have always been a little shining star to me? You do not want to know what I was thinking about when you were growing up.” I said. She turned and looked me in the eyes and said “Actually I do.” She leaned in slowly and closed her eyes and gently touched her lips to mine. My heart was racing and I could feel her trembling as her kiss went from gently touch to more passionate and full. We parted and looked into each others eyes speaking volumes in a matter of seconds.

I continued to hold her in my arm and said, “let’s go inside, I can start a fire.” so we went in and I turned on the gas logs and we sat on my couch and watched the fire for a little while. After a few minutes I turned her face to me and said, “You know as terrible as it sounds I thought of you a lot growing up. I watched you grow from escort bayan nurdağı a beautiful little girl to a sweet and beautiful teenager. I fantasized about making that little teen girl a women. Those dreams have always stayed in my mind.”

I leaned in and kissed her soft sweet lips. She pressed back first with gentle pressure and then with passion slipping our tongues together. Her hands started working the buttons on my shirt and I her blouse. She was the first to peel my shirt from my body and shortly afterward I pulled hers past her shoulders. Her pale blue bra held her magnificent breasts in place perfectly. As I looked at her taking her all in, she asked “Do you still want me? If so, you can have me.”

I stood up and took her in my arms and climbed the winding staircase up to my bedroom loft. As I walked she laid her head against my shoulder and kissed my left shoulder with sweet little kisses. In my mind she was that little teen girl that I craved for such a long time. Then she said, “Will you make me a women?” in her sweet little girl voice. It was more than I could stand. She as playing with me, fulfilling my fantasy as well as hers.

She continued, “will it hurt?” I laid her down on the bed and sat down beside her. Looking deep into her eyes and told her, “no baby, I would never hurt you. I want you to enjoy everything I can give, I want to satisfy you.” Then in her adult voice she whispered, “I know you will, and I want to satisfy you too.” she smiled a wicked little smile and slipped off her bra.

Then she said something I didn’t expect, “You know I don’t mind it hurting a little.” that caused me to groan with a rising lust as my dick hardened even more than it had up to this point. I stood up and slipped my clothes as she took off the rest of her clothes on the bed and laid them down on the floor. As she laid back naked across my bed, I slowly laid down beside her letting my hand touch float slowly and softly up from her hip and up to her tender breast.

I moved into her neck and breathed in. I could smell her hint of perfume, but there was more, It was HER that I smelled – the little girl, the teenager, the Realtor, the women in my arms. I smelled her individual aroma. I kissed my way from her neck to her lips as my hands were now moving all around her never stopping, feeling her tender skin beneath my touch. Her hands were around me too, pulling me to her tighter, my body pressing against her leg with my cock and my leg between hers.

I could feel her wetness on my leg as she started to grind into me. We came up for air as my hands now reaching and caressing her breasts kissing her collar bone. She arched her head back and started panting and asking me to fill her up, telling me to give her what she needs. “I want you to devour me!” I then started down her body kissing her breasts and sucking on them. The harder I sucked the more into it she became. I Gently nipped at her nipples rubbing them with my teeth. She grabbed my head shouting “OH YES, THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I NEED! MORE! MORE!”

I sucked her nipples one at a time deeper in my mouth and let my teeth scrap her areolas then her nipples over and over. As I did that she was bucking against my leg and squeezing it trying to pull it through her body. The first moment that she let go of my leg I moved quickly to put myself between her legs. She felt the weight of my body between her legs and started to buck and grind against my cock. She slid it up and down my shaft as I still elegantly tortured her nipples.

I was teasing her with my dick, she kept trying to force my 7 inches into her, and I would let it slip past and up and back again coating me with her glossy juices. “PLEASE PLEASE LET ME HAVE IT! I WANT IT, I NEED IT!! PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME NOW!” I rose up from my work on her breasts and looked her in the eyes as she looked deep in mine and grit her teeth and mouthed PLEASE. I let my dick slide deep and hard into her cunny.

I released all the years of lust I had for her, her eyes lost focus and she went breathless. I continued to move in and out of her moving deep and deliberate while she orgasmed. She struggled to pull me in each time wanting it deeper and deeper. She seemed to go on forever until she finally took another breath and we both moaned as I emptied myself deep into her.

I rolled off of her and she rolled into my body and draped her leg and arm over me. We both gasped for air and slowly it returned to our lungs. Our eyes were closed and peaceful bliss washed over us. She finally opened her eyes and looked over at me and I looked at her. She quietly said, “Oh my God, if you had done that for me when I was a teen I would have died a blissful and perfect death.” she then dropped her head again against my chest. I said, “I doubt that you would have died but I know that I would have spent the rest of my life in your arms forever.”

Then we sat up in the bed together looking out the window in the dark looking at the lake as the full moon rose gently and reflected off the water casting light over us. We looked at the clock on the nightstand and we had been at it for over an hour. We kissed gently and then she said, “When do you think you will be ready for round two?”

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All characters in this are works of fiction. They are not based on real people in any way, shape or form. All characters are to taken as 18 or older. If you choose to see any of these characters as less than 18 that is your own judgement. Thanx for reading – it has been quite awhile since having been on here.

Pleasant Valley Sunday

Springtime! Finally! I have been so tired of winter this year and freezing my ass off. Just seems as though it has dragged on this year. But I have vegetables planted in the garden now and am up a little earlier than I typically am so I can get things watered and cared for in the garden. I am quite happy with myself. Plenty of little green heads popping up everywhere. A good start for the garden this season.I am putting up the hose and about to go inside when I hear an odd commotion from my neighbors yard. I only have the one neighbor as I live on a corner lot with an alley behind me.I got a smoking deal on the house that I bought as an investment and then spent the time fixing it myself. There was a lot of work to be done – hence the deal.

My neighbor moved in 5 years ago with his wife and two daughters. We don’t talk or interact with each other. I know their names only because I hear them on occasion. His name is John. His wife is Alexis but gets called Lex most of the time. The older daughter is Samantha and goes by Sam and Jenna is the younger sister and goes by Jen. The conversation I had with my neighbor was a couple of years ago when they bought a dog and there were a couple of boards missing from the 6 foot privacy fence. It wasn’t high on my radar to fix, but as they were getting a dog John wanted to be in my yard for a couple of minutes to attach some new boards. I told him if he just left the boards by the fence I would gladly put them up. The dog they got was a dalmatian and they named it Spot. Holy shit you have to be kidding me. If that dog were to go to school he would be teased endlessly.

As I hear this commotion I walk over to the fence. One of the boards has a knot hole near the top of it. It is the perfect size and I have to bend over a little to see through it as I am over 6 feet tall. It keeps you well hidden though. Not escort gaziantep manken bayan as though there is anything to see. Don’t get me wrong, Lex and the girls are all hot but they don’t do anything. Not even like lay out and tan in the summer. Looking through the knot hole would gain me a glance of their grass growing. Hell, I can get that on my side of the fence. So not expecting much I bend down a little and put my face to the fence and HOLY SHIT!! There is Sam on her hands and knees with Spot knotted to her. Turned ass to ass and filling her up with hot doggy sperm. Guess he won’t be made fun of after all. Sam has her hand between her legs and fingering her clit which is what I was hearing as she gets closer to orgasming on Spot’s cock.

My own cock was hardening by the second. I mean it is like one of those WTF moments. The train wreck you can’t stop watching. I always considered my neighbors kind of boring and plain so this was a total shock to see. And maybe they are kind of plain, but Sam is a whole different story. I unhooked my belt, undid my button and unzipped my pants so I could get my cock out. Sam is mostly dressed. Her skirt flipped up over what is just the firmest, most perfectly rounded ass you could ever imagine. I don’t see panties anywhere and maybe she didn’t wear any if she knew she would be doing this? I start stroking my cock for all it’s worth since they had a considerable head start on me. I know this is so wrong on so many levels, I mean like legal shit and animal abuse and maybe some home dynamics that should be looked into, but mother fucker, this was amazing to watch! I know it has been awhile since having a woman in my life and I am sure that is part of my not looking away.

I see Sam’s hand moving faster and faster and can hear her getting closer to orgasm. Right then Spot starts to pull his cock out. He gets the knot out and Sam creams herself as she cums. I watch as his red dick slides from her – a trail of dog semen runs from Sam’s pussy. Spot stands there with his cock hanging between his legs licking at it while Sam licks her fingers clean with what has to be a mix of her juices escort gaziantep masaj yapan bayan and Spot’s seed. That is all I can take and shoot a huge load of cum on the fence. I watch as Sam gets up and straightens her skirt. Spot hops around her all excited as they go back into the house. I get my shit back together and go inside so I can take off for work. Not like I can tell anyone at work about this. They would be telling me to call the cops. And if I didn’t and they did … would I be like an accomplice or a peeping Tom. I will just not say a word about it and put it out of my mind.

Right – out of my mind huh? Next morning I am taking care of my garden when I hear the neighbors’ back door open. I hear Spot running along the fence and then he pisses right where I was standing and dribbled cum all over. I walk over to the fence and tell myself not to do it but then I look through the hole. This time I didn’t show up late. I see Sam bent over and stroking the dog’s cock. Spot is humping away at her hand and spraying pre cum all over. Sam bends over for him and grabs his cock as he mounts her. She quickly guides him into her pussy and Spot takes off like a jackhammer. pounding away at her at her pussy. Good thing Sam is on the shorter side as Spot has just enough height to be able to drive into her. His head is off to one side of her with his tongue hanging out. He pushes his knot into Sam and she immediately starts rubbing her clit as he has slowed fucking her. I watch as he turns ass to ass with her and then it is a replay of yesterday. I cum all over the fence marking my territory just as Spot will tomorrow.

So this has been my week. It is Friday and I am eager to see if Sam is going to continue her daily routine of getting pumped full of canine semen before starting her day? I finish my garden work which is coming along quite well and then head to the fence to my personal perverted viewing area. I don’t have to wait long when the door opens and Sam and Spot come outside. Spot pisses where I am standing and then Sam calls him over and he eagerly runs to her – hopping around and trying to get her on all fours gaziantep masöz escort bayan so he can mount her. Sam gets him calmed down and starts stroking him just as I start stroking my own cock. I watch as I have all week – mounting her sexy ass and Sam guiding him into her. I am enjoying the show with a myriad of thoughts going through my head when I feel something wet. I look down and see Jen licking my cock!!

“What the hell are you doi …?!” Jen cuts me off and puts her fingers to her lips telling me to be quiet. She points at the fence and whispers to keep watching. I look down at her and then at the hole in the fence and then back at her kneeling at my feet. She smiles at me and then nods towards the fence. I look through the hole as I have all week and see Spot turned ass to ass. I then feel my cock slide into Jen’s mouth and her sucking on it. I look down at her and then back to the fence. I am on sensory overload. Seeing Sam and the dog, Jen sucking away at my cock. She is gorgeous like her mom and sister. 34B chest, dark hair down her back, pretty face even prettier with my cock hanging out of it. This is more than I can take. I had gotten pretty good with timing my release with Sam and the dog, but this was totally unexpected. I run my hand through Jenna’s hair and then grab a handful of it on the back of her head. Just as I do I push her head onto my cock and explode in her mouth and down her throat.

Jen coughs and tries to push her head off of me but I hold her hair harder looking down at her – eyes bulging open and coughing on my cock. I let her hair go and she immediately pulls her head back – still coughing and gasping for air. As she kneels there panting I can see my cum dripping from the roof of her mouth and onto her tongue. I mouth the word swallow to her. She closes her mouth and I hear her swallowing. She finishes and opens her mouth to show me it is all gone. Jen stands up and kisses me on the neck. She then tells me that her dad fucks the shit out of their mom as they both watch Sam and the dog out the back window. I watch as she heads to the corner of the fence, moves a couple of loose boards, smiles, waves and says nice to meet you as she moves through the fence and puts the boards back in place. I am still standing there with my flaccid cock hanging down and thinking what a fucked up neighborhood this has turned out to be.

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Érection matinale. Morning glory. Tumescence pénienne nocturne. Il doit bien y avoir un mot latin pour le phénomène… Tu te lèves parce que tu as mal, parce que tu ne peux te coucher sur le ventre, mais surtout parce que, si tu tardes, tu vas éclater : il faut sauter du lit et courir à la toilette.

Au fait, où est la toilette?

D’abord, je ne reconnais pas la chambre où je me trouve. Peu à peu les choses se replacent dans ma tête : je suis seul dans un motel perdu quelque part dans le bout de Rivière-du-Loup, aux abords de l’autoroute.

J’ouvre le rideau rouge : journée grise. Au-delà du stationnement, l’autoroute balayée par un vent à écorner les bœufs. Plus loin, le fleuve Saint-Laurent rendu gris par le temps maussade.

Hier, je me suis décidé à arrêter là un peu contre mon gré : le soir tombait, la pluie et les rafales s’étaient mises de la partie. J’étais fourbu après une longue journée de travail à Matane, et pourtant j’avais pris la route. Plus tard, la réalité météo avait eu raison de mon désir.

Églantine m’a vertement fait comprendre sa déception lorsque je l’ai appelée à Québec de la chambre du motel. J’ai plaidé la prudence : nous ne nous verrions que le lendemain, et je ne serais pas dans un cercueil…

– Ça ne nous laissera pas beaucoup de temps ensemble, m’a-t-elle dit de sa petite voix, dépitée. Tu ne restes pas souvent avec moi une nuit entière. Et ce soir, c’était idéal. Des fois, je me demande si tu ne le fais pas exprès…

– Je suis aussi triste que toi de ne pas pouvoir me coller à mon petit oiseau d’amour. Demain, nous serons ensemble; ce sera bref, mais intense!

Je me suis mis à lui décrire comment et dans quelles positions acrobatiques nous ferions l’amour le lendemain. Cela faisait bien un mois que je n’étais pas passé par Québec : que de rattrapage à faire!

Après moult embrassades et promesses, j’ai raccroché, puis aussitôt ai appelé à Montréal :

– Comment va ma petite Kalia d’amour? ai-je roucoulé quand ma femme a répondu.

Je lui téléphone chaque soir quand je suis sur la route. Souvent, je pars deux, trois, quatre jours de suite, et ceci, presque chaque semaine. De quoi essuyer bien des reproches : pourquoi je n’acceptais pas une promotion qui ferait que je resterais à Montréal, sans avoir à partir constamment? À mon âge (35 ans, ce n’est pas tant que ça!), je méritais bien une position plus importante. Et je serais plus à la maison. J’étais presque un étranger pour notre fils. Qui restait donc à la maison, seule avec toutes les responsabilités? Nous ne faisions plus assez l’amour, etc.

Oui, c’est vrai. Mon job me demande beaucoup de déplacements, ce qui s’avère bien éreintant. Cependant, un autre poste exigerait que je sacrifie les petites libertés secrètes que le voyage me permet : une virée avec les copains ou les clients, des rencontres féminines de passage et, surtout depuis quelques mois, ma délicieuse maîtresse à Québec. Encore quelques mois, et oui, je m’assagirais, j’abandonnerais la belle Églantine, ma perle noire, mais pas maintenant!

Mais là, je parle à Kalia : il me faut rester concentré.

– Tu m’écoutes, ou quoi, Jeannot? Ça fait deux fois que je te dis que je suis entrée dans ma phase d’ovulation. Pour ne pas manquer notre coup, avant que tu repartes encore sur la route, il va falloir le faire, notre bébé…

Kalia et moi voulons une fille. L’horloge biologique est en marche. Depuis que nous avons arrêté ce plan, Kalia veut faire l’amour à répétition, à chaque occasion possible et imaginable. Vous savez, quand elle tient à quelque chose, elle se transforme en bulldog. Et au lit, ces derniers temps, elle est devenue insatiable. Pas de fantaisies cependant : quelques embrassades, on se caresse un peu. Une pipe ou autres variations érotiques? OK, mais pas longues et il faut finir dans mon ventre. Après ça, on recommence le plus vite possible. Tic-tac, fait l’horloge…

– Kalia, je dois m’arrêter à Québec pour voir un agent du ministère des Transports. Mais je serai là pour le souper.

Ça, c’était hier avant que je tombe dans le lit comme une masse.

Avec tout ça en tête, je suis encore sur le bol de toilette de mon motel anonyme du Bas Saint-Laurent. Il me faut prendre la route, foncer à Québec.

Je me lève, perds l’équilibre. Ah vraiment! je ne suis pas encore réveillé. Vite, il me faut un stimulant.

Je suis en train de rêver d’un bon spécial deux-œufs-toasts-et-café-à-volonté quand on a frappe à la porte. Bizarre! Qui peut bien…?

J’ouvre et une jeune femme se tient devant la porte. Il me semble la connaître. Mignonne : une blondinette de taille moyenne, vêtue d’un imperméable sur un pull marin rayé et un jean noir, le nez pointu, les cheveux courts, un anneau planté sur la lèvre.

– Oui? lui dis-je, car elle me fixe de ses yeux bleu pâle un peu las sans rien dire. Derrière elle, la pluie tombe à grosses gouttes sur le stationnement, le ciel est gris, de rares autos passent bruyamment sur l’asphalte mouillé de l’autoroute.

escort gaziantep kızıl bayan ‘Scusez, m’sieur…

Ce sont ces mots qui font que je la replace soudain dans mon souvenir : hier soir, au restaurant voisin du motel, elle était assise au comptoir. Je me cherchais une place entre les rangées de tables et elle m’a interpellé avec la même voix lente et nasillarde:

– ‘Scusez, m’sieur… Moi pis ma copine, on cherche un lift vers Gaspé pour demain matin. Vous pouvez nous prendre?

Il y avait un je-ne-sais-quoi d’impatience dans son regard d’acier. Elle avait jeté un coup d’œil à une autre fille à ses côtés, qui ne s’est même pas détournée de sa tasse de café.

– Désolé, Mademoiselle, je vais vers Montréal. Dans la direction opposée. Si je peux faire autre chose pour vous…

Et je les ai laissées là.

Je reconnais le sourire figé. On lui donnerait vingt ans, pas plus. Elle paraît plus jolie qu’hier : la lumière met en valeur son teint de pêche. Elle se dandine nerveusement, hésite. C’est moi qui parle finalement :

– Je te l’ai déjà dit hier soir. Je suis navré, mais je ne vais pas vers la Gaspésie…

Elle se décide et m’interrompt :

– Pouvez-vous nous donner un peu d’argent?

– Pardon?

– On manque de quoi prendre le bus. On n’a plus rien à manger. Notre tente a pris l’eau. Il a plu toute la nuit à l’intérieur. Le pouce, ça ne marche pas depuis deux jours. On voudrait aller jusqu’à Rimouski, au moins… Nous sommes prêtes à faire quelque chose en retour…

À ce moment, j’aperçois sa copine qui se tient discrètement de côté.

Je suis bouche bée. « Prêtes à faire quelque chose en retour », est-ce que ça veut dire ce que je crois que ça veut dire? Et sa copine que je découvre est d’une beauté à couper le souffle : mochement habillée d’une chemise de chasse défraîchie et d’un pantalon d’armée informe, oui, mais assez grande. Avec ça, des cheveux foncés, une peau claire constellée de taches de rousseur et des yeux noirs qui vous transpercent avec une douceur infinie. L’autre reprend :

– Je m’appelle Ariane et voici Claire. Est-ce qu’on peut entrer?

Obnubilé, je cède le passage. Elles exhalent un parfum sauvage en passant sous mon nez.

– Moi, c’est Jean…

Leurs cheveux et leurs vêtements dégouttent tristement. Je leur apporte deux serviettes

Ariane me jette :

– Si vous nous donnez cent piasses, vous pouvez choisir.

Je les regarde, l’une et l’autre. Ariane me fixe ardemment. Claire garde ses yeux rivés sur la moquette et cligne des yeux nerveusement. Je me sens rougir. Incertain de la suite.

– Deux cents, pour nous deux…

À cet instant, je sens en moi un irrépressible souffle de chaleur.

Sans répondre, je leur offre de prendre une douche après que j’ai moi-même fait ma toilette. Elles n’ont pas bougé lorsque je leur cède la chambre de bain. Elles s’y enferment longuement. J’enfile un tee-shirt et un boxer, puis m’occupe à faire ma valise.

La porte de la toilette s’entrouvre, Ariane passe la tête:

– Et puis? Qu’est-ce que vous avez décidé?

Je tends une liasse de dollars que je dépose sur la table de chevet.

– Il y en a trois cents.

Elles émergent de la toilette, auréolées de vapeur, enroulées l’une et l’autre dans les serviettes blanches marquées du nom du motel. Elles s’approchent à petits pas timides. La gracile Claire se cache derrière une Ariane à la peau délicieusement moite. Elles s’immobilisent à deux pas de moi.

Ariane a l’air grave. Sans me quitter des yeux, elle laisse tomber la serviette. J’admire l’ambre pâle de ses seins ronds et fermes, les hanches amples, les jambes courtes et musclées. Le tatouage d’une ancre à l’intérieur de la cuisse. Elle prend la main que je lui tends, s’assoit et je l’embrasse. Ce morceau de métal au coin de sa bouche, quel désagrément! Sur sa langue, un goût de sel, mais je reconnais aussi la menthe de mon dentifrice : elle a dû utiliser ma brosse à dents. Cette pensée achève de m’exciter.

Je me tourne vers Claire qui n’a pas bougé et lui demande gentiment de s’approcher. Tandis que je défais sa serviette, comme on ouvre un cadeau d’anniversaire, je découvre une silhouette délicate. Je caresse le marbre blanc de sa poitrine menue tandis que Ariane plonge la main sous mon boxer et se met à me caresser la verge. J’embrasse les seins de Claire, alors que l’autre demoiselle m’enfile tant bien que mal l’un des condoms que j’avais développés et laissés bien en vue sur la table de chevet. Mon attention quitte Claire parce qu’Ariane gobe mon gland, puis insère toute la tige jusqu’au fond de sa gorge. Je me sens emporté par un ouragan de sensations. Je glisse mes mains le long du dos de Claire. Ses fesses à la fois tendres et fermes sont un chef-d’œuvre!

Ariane me ramone goulûment. Elle monte et descend comme une houle. Ça va trop vite. De la main, je soulève son menton et l’embrasse, une façon de la féliciter de escort köle bayan gaziantep ses efforts.

Car c’est Claire, que je veux posséder sans attendre. Je la renverse sur le lit : elle a la peau délicieuse et satinée. Je me fraie un chemin entre ses deux genoux qui obtempèrent après une courte résistance, s’ouvrant sur une petite forêt de poils noirs. Impossible de la pénétrer: elle n’est pas prête. Ariane n’a pas perdu de temps depuis que j’ai quitté sa bouche. D’une main, elle me masse les testicules, de l’autre caresse mon anus: je gémis de plaisir.

L’ivresse du moment m’a encore distrait de Claire : je me penche alors sur son ventre. Ma langue caresse la vulve, s’immisce entre les lèvres offertes. Elle a un goût âcre et sucré rappelant la sève d’épinette. Je la dévore avec ardeur. Claire frémit et pousse une plainte indistincte. La belle n’est donc pas muette. Elle a même une voix étonnamment grave.

Pendant ce temps, l’entreprenante Ariane, postée entre mes cuisses, s’est mise à me lécher les testicules. Elle en prend une dans sa bouche, puis l’autre. Ce ne sera pas bien long que je les viderai. Je sens une marée irrépressible monter en moi.

La belle Claire geint d’une voix granuleuse que j’adore. M’échappant d’Ariane, j’approche l’orée de son sexe, puis je me plante en Claire d’un coup sec : son sentier est chaud et étroit. Ravissement. Je vais et je viens en elle avec une énergie que je n’ai pas eue depuis des lunes.

Ariane s’est étendue sur moi, les seins plaqués sur mon dos, ses cuisses chaudes enserrant mes fesses, mais je ne sens pas son poids, tellement je suis transporté de désir.

Claire atteint l’orgasme, et c’en est fait de moi: je viens au creux de son ventre dans un cri de douleur et de jouissance. Je la défonce avec des coups de boutoir qui lui tire des plaintes brèves. Ariane m’étrangle presque en s’agrippant à moi avec son bras libre. Les projections de mon sperme s’espacent et s’éteignent.

Nous restons en sandwich un long moment, haletant, mêlant nos sueurs.

Curieusement, je ne débande pas et je ne me sens pas repu, ce qui est étonnant dans les circonstances.

Nous nous séparons difficilement en roulant de côté. Nous reprenons notre souffle sans un mot. Ariane me tourne le dos. Claire lui fait face.

C’est déjà fini. Dommage. La route m’attend. Églantine aussi. Et Kalia au bout de la route.

Je regarde le plafond. Un grand miroir couvre toute la surface au-dessus du lit. Nous sommes trois et je trouve ça diablement excitant.

Mon pénis saille plus que jamais vers le ciel du lit. Le condom est disparu je ne sais où. Je sens les filles sur le point de se lever, s’habiller et partir.

J’enfile prestement un autre condom sur mon priapisme et, comme Ariane vient pour se redresser, je l’empoigne par derrière. Elle lance un cri. Je ne perds pas de temps à demander de permission : je la tiens fermement, cherche son vagin et la transperce de mon harpon.

– Nous n’avons pas fini, les filles. J’ai payé pour les deux, et même un peu plus. Claire, approche, ordonné-je. Et embrasse ta copine.

Je ne reconnais pas ma propre voix. Je sonne franchement autoritaire. Claire cligne des yeux. Ariane chuchote, un trémolo dans la voix :

– Fais ce qu’il dit. On part tout de suite après.

Tout contre moi, les deux filles sont enlacées et, après quelques encouragements, s’embrassent à pleine bouche. Elles y mettent finalement une belle conviction qui trahit une longue habitude. Je regarde la scène au plafond et je me sens de plus en plus d’énergie.

– Claire, tu vas caresser ta copine entre ses cuisses.

Je me suis mis en mouvement dans une Ariane abondamment mouillée. Je sens les doigts de Claire me frôler tandis qu’ils tâtonnent à la recherche du clitoris de sa compagne. Je profite des premiers soupirs d’Ariane pour changer de trou et éperonne ses reins. Elle hurle, de douleur d’abord, mais bientôt de bonheur.

Quelques instants encore et je fais mettre Ariane à plat sur Claire. J’embrasse celle-ci tout en allant et venant entre les fesses de sa copine.

Cette dernière saisit et enserre mes génitoires, comme pour en extraire la substantifique moelle au plus vite. Cela déclenche en moi un tsunami : rarement décharger n’a été aussi intense qu’à cet instant où je sodomisais une jeune femme un matin de mai dans un motel situé entre le fleuve et la forêt, tout en farfouillant de ma langue la bouche d’une deuxième.

Quand ma conscience émerge de sa prostration, les deux filles ont disparu, emportant toutes leurs affaires et, je le saurai plus tard, les 120 dollars qui restaient dans mon portefeuille. Un pourboire bien mérité.

C’est donc avec ma carte de crédit que je règle la chambre et le déjeuner. Il est temps que je file: déjà 10h30. En roulant à tombeau ouvert, j’ai encore une chance d’être à l’heure pour mon rendez-vous avec Églantine.

Églantine rit tout le temps. De sa voix haut perchée, elle aime se moquer gaziantep kumral escort bayan gentiment de moi. Un vrai rayon de soleil. D’origine haïtienne, elle a vécu presque toute sa vie dans la banlieue de Québec, ce qui à une certaine époque était un phénomène rare. Elle est divorcée, ses enfants sont grands et ont quitté le nid. Elle est libre et fière de l’être.

– Tu m’étonnes, mon beau Jean : pour une fois, tu es à l’heure! Qu’est-ce que tu as fait ce matin pour être sur le piton comme ça?

Nous sommes sur la terrasse de son appartement cossu de Cap Rouge qui a une vue imprenable sur le fleuve. Le soleil a finalement percé les nuages. Il tombe dru sur nos têtes. L’air est saturé de chants d’oiseaux qui se font la cour.

Elle porte une longue robe de coton qui pèche par une transparence provocante. Je fais mine de ne rien voir de la ligne de ses seins pointus et de ses cuisses amples. Moi aussi, je sais jouer.

Elle m’offre un repas simple et copieux que je dévore, tandis qu’elle étend ses longues jambes sur le transat. Elle me couve du regard.

Je la vois, et plus rien d’autre n’existe. Elle ne serait plus là, et je l’oublierais presque instantanément. C’est comme ça entre nous.

– Ce saumon fumé que tu m’apportes en cadeau, c’est pour te faire pardonner tous tes péchés? me nargue-t-elle avec son sourire le plus enjoué.

Décidément, si elle a quelques années de plus que moi, son cœur est bien plus jeune que le mien.

– Eh bien! tu ne parles pas beaucoup. Mais tu as une de ces faims! Ça augure bien pour la suite : tu vas avoir une belle énergie, hein? Ne bouge pas : je vais chercher le dessert.

Je redoute un peu ce moment, après mon aventure de ce matin. La vigueur sera-t-elle au rendez-vous? Si je flanche, je ne pourrai tout de même pas lui en expliquer les raisons… Je me mets à mâcher avec plus de lenteur, malgré mon appétit de jeune homme : il me faut gagner du temps.

J’entends s’élever un air de guitare dans la salle de séjour, la radio sans doute, puis ses pas s’approcher derrière moi. Elle dépose le plateau sur une petite table et déclare:

– Alors, si tu dois partir tôt, tu vas tout de suite te mettre à l’ouvrage!

Elle se penche sur moi au-dessus de moi et elle dépose ses mains d’ébène sur ma poitrine, les remonte et caresse mon visage et mes cheveux. Comme c’est bon!

– Mon gars, tu n’as pas la même odeur que d’habitude : tu sens le bois ou quelque chose de même.

Je me retourne pour l’embrasser, lui prends le visage entre les mains. Mais… elle est nue! Nue sur la terrasse, se donnant à voir des balcons d’en face. N’importe qui pourrait la voir et l’admirer. Ça doit d’ailleurs bien arriver à l’occasion. Mais la jalousie s’envole aussitôt de mon esprit : ce qu’elle fait pendant que je n’y suis pas n’existe pas. Vice-versa.

Ses magnifiques seins se balancent sous mes yeux, généreux, avec des aréoles très foncées.

Le désir me vient, il part de mes entrailles comme un vent chaud et s’élève. Je vois qu’elle est excitée par mon regard brûlant. Elle a un sourire fendu jusqu’aux oreilles.

– Ils sont beaux, hein? Tu sais, ils sont à toi. Tu n’as qu’à les cueillir. Viens!

Nous n’avons pas le temps de nous rendre à la chambre. On va s’effondrer sur le canapé du salon qui fait face au paysage. On ne descend même pas les stores. Qu’ils regardent, on s’en fout.

Nous nous embrassons langoureusement. Elle aime explorer ma bouche avec sa langue en prenant bien son temps. Ses mains fouillent ma poitrine. Les miennes ont plus de chance : elles y trouvent des seins chauds que je tète avec enthousiasme.

Elle en profite pour laisser sa main m’explorer le bas-ventre, ce qui me ramène toutes mes craintes. Si je ne suis pas au garde-à-vous, je sais que je devrai prendre la porte aussi sec.

Mais non! elle a trouvé un perchoir bien solide et se met à me caresser à travers le pantalon.

Nous avons notre cérémonial que nous entamons. Elle se couche de tout son long et me laisse dès lors l’initiative. Je caresse son corps est long et vigoureux sans me presser.

Elle a tout prévu : sur le guéridon, un drap et un flacon d’huile. Elle se lève, le temps que j’étende le drap. Elle reprend sa place à plat ventre. Je réchauffe un peu d’huile entre les paumes et lui fais un massage tout en lenteur: dos, cou, épaules. Je passe aux bras, aux jambes, avec une attention spéciale à la plante des pieds. J’avais oublié les fesses. Son abandon est total, elle est ma poupée de chiffons grandeur nature.

D’un geste, je la fais se retourner. Elle m’offre ses seins triomphants que mes mains explorent, je passe au ventre rebondi, puis entre les cuisses que je masse en passant de plus en plus près de son nid d’amour. Je lui caresse l’entrejambe, insère deux doigts d’une main tandis que de l’autre je frotte délicatement son clitoris.

– Enfin… soupire-t-elle.

Soupirs, orgasmes. Elle vient, elle revient, comme les vagues de l’océan.

-Tout de suite… en moi.

Notre peau est glissante d’huile. Je suis sur elle et entre mon javelot profondément dans son vagin brûlant. Elle me broie de désir jusqu’à ce que j’explose en elle.

Longtemps, nous ne bougeons plus.

Elle me renverse et me prodigue à son tour un massage auquel mon corps et mon âme capitulent.

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It was 3:58 AM and rain pitter-pattered steadily on the windows of the convent. Jessica awoke to almost pure darkness. There was no moonlight to illuminate her spartan room this evening. It had stormed on and off all night, but Jessica had slept like the dead. Her dreams had overwhelmed her with wanton Femdom lust.

‘What the hell!?’

She felt moisture on her breasts and her hands flew to them. Sure enough, her fingers were coated in milky discharge as she felt her areolas. Her nipples were lactating copiously.

‘Ugh… why?!?’

She wiped her fingers on the bedding. It was so dark in her room that Jessica couldn’t decipher the long, black habit lying atop her office chair. She had discarded it immediately upon returning to her room, but kept on her red leather bondage brassiere. She had been too exhausted to remove the complex network of buckles, straps and zippers that made up her lingerie. If she was honest, she wanted to sleep in it.

Now that she was awake, her left hand found her long, fat cock instinctually. She could feel the red leather straps digging into her supple mocha skin and it heightened her desire as she began lewdly masturbating. Her morning wood needed little encouragement and her bulging brown sack ached with the need for release.

Jessica had heard the term “blue balls” when she was younger but could only guess what it felt like until now. She hadn’t climaxed since getting her ass rimmed and receiving her first taste of sweet male nectar the night before. Her libido was through the roof and her need to cum was desperate.

She began moaning lightly as her hand glided back and forth, the pleasurable sensations intensifying rapidly as her smooth palm slipped up and down her slick, meaty cock. Had she been leaking pre-cum in her sleep? Or was this residual filth from her encounter with Francis? Jessica decided that it didn’t matter. It felt amazing.

She plunged her right hand below her ass, lifted the leather strap that ran down her crack and began massaging her rosebud with her middle finger. She moved it around her pucker in slow circles and within minutes she was biting her lip to avoid crying out in elation.

‘Fuck! So good!!! But I better put a condom on or this is going to be a huge fucking mess…’

She summoned every ounce of her will and released her rapidly stiffening rod. She reached over the bedside and fumbled around in the dark for her bag. Thankfully it was just within reach and she snatched one of the XXL magnum condoms she’d purchased.

Jessica tore the plastic tab open and rolled the rubbery sheath down her shaft; making sure to leave plenty of room at the head. Even the biggest condom Forbidden Fruit offered barely covered two thirds of her fully engorged length. The latex strained around her considerable girth and to her surprise, feeling latex tight around her cock only turned her on more.

‘Goddamn, I must have a latex fetish if I actually like condoms. Every guy I was ever with only complained about having to wear them. I don’t know why… it feels so nice.”

She laid back and resumed her long, needy strokes without delay. Her right hand found her back door once again and she probed it with increasing need. She plunged the tip of her finger into her ass and started making circles around the inside of her pucker. Her left hand pistoned up and down her latex covered shaft, her orgasm building rapidly.

‘OH FUCK! YESSSSSS!!! FUCK YESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!’

Jessica bit her tongue as her climax hit her like a mac truck. Her body convulsed in pleasure as thick ropes of hot nut shot out of her flesh hose and congealed in the top of the extra large condom. Her hand was a blur, gliding back and forth as gob after gob of sticky paste erupted from her tip; filling the condom and expanding it into a perverse balloon animal of tightly packed jizz.

Jessica could only watch the cum balloon grow as her balls emptied into the slick sheath. Her back lifted off the bed as she jacked herself furiously. Finally her eyes rolled back and her head hit the pillow as the final buttery spurts shot out of her cum cannon. The tension seeped out of her body in a relaxing wave leaving only endorphins and intense euphoria.

She lay in the dark groping her breasts through the leather harness; milking the orgasm for every ounce of pleasure before running her left hand through her hair. As morning rituals went, Jessica liked this much better than anything she’d ever done as a Sister of Guadalupe.

She gazed at the ceiling as she recovered, formulating her plans for Father Francis that day. Before long, a faint glow emerged in the center of the room and slowly grew in intensity. Jessica wasn’t surprised this time. On the contrary, she had been expecting another visit.

The light gathered, dispersed and Lilith was given form once again. Jessica sat up and leaned back against her headboard, examining yet another guise her strange benefactor had taken on. This time she appeared in purple flesh from head to toe; black tribal tattoos scattered across her mostly naked body. She had no wings, but her tail and horns remained; sprouting from her temple and rear respectively. Silky, white, shoulder length hair framed her head and her eyes glowed the color of turquoise.

Her purple breasts were massive with metal studs piercing both nipples prominently. An absurdly large cock hung from Lilith’s pelvis and was sheathed in shiny black latex. Jessica had never even imagined a cock that huge. It looked like it belonged on a horse more than a humanoid. Matching her massive cock sleeve were shoulder length gloves and thigh high boots; the latex gleaming in the glow surrounding the demonic shemale.

Lilith placed her hands on her hips and cocked her head, proudly displaying her endowments to Jessica.

“Greetings my disciple.”

“Good evening Mistress” Jessica said, bowing her head slightly. “If I may be so bold, how many forms do you have?”

“As many as I please.”

Lilith offered a throaty chuckle, her haughty expression highlighted by a Cheshire grin. Her fleshy purple tail swayed behind her as she spoke.

“You did very well last night my little Felicita. I am pleased.”

“Thank you Mistress. I mainly followed your advice. My impulses drove me. I can’t remember the last time I felt that alive!”

“Good. That was but a small taste of the joys that await you.”

“I do wish you had told me the pheromones and my touch wouldn’t work on a gay man.”

Lilith snickered.

“What did you expect? You can’t magnify an attraction that doesn’t exist. Zero times a thousand is still zero.”

Jessica smirked. In retrospect, it did seem obvious.

“No matter. You adapted and overcame. He is yours now and as his hunger grows you will find that he is *very* attracted to you. He will crave your essence until the end of his days.”

Jessica pulled the condom off her softening member and tied it at the end. She lifted the weighty cum balloon, examining it in the faint light that radiated from Lilith. There must have been half a pint of semen bulging at the end of the latex sleeve. She tossed it over the bed and it rolled across the floor with a faint sloshing sound.

“But isn’t that cruel? To deny someone their true sexual nature?”

“You are denying nothing. You have *exposed* his true nature. Men have always needed the guiding hand of a strong woman. Throughout most of history, they have not received it. Thus, the horrendous state of your world. We are going to change that and set the world on a better path.”

“Hmmm…” Jessica brought one hand to her chin, lost in contemplation.

Being desperate for sexual liberation and release, Jessica had taken the first step, but Lilith could tell she wasn’t yet fully convinced of the righteousness of their cause.

“Sex is perhaps the most profound of Yahweh’s designs. But like so many things, he dogmatically boxed it in. He demanded its potential go unexplored. This has done incalculable damage to the development of your kind. Jessica, you have to start thinking of sex as a weapon, because it’s been used as one against women since the beginning. We are going to change that and give women their turn at the helm. An opportunity which they are long overdue.”

Lilith hovered closer to the bed, the light shifting more strongly on Jessica as Lilith demanded her eyes turn back to the well hung Demoness.

“And, if Francis serves you well, there’s no reason you can’t let him play with another male pet. Under your guidance, of course. So worry not about your new slave. Under your heel, he will find more sexual fulfillment than he ever dreamed of. The new world will be a better one for all, and we are only just beginning. The possibilities are limitless.”

Jessica perked up at that thought. Mischief and arousal entered her eyes, her mind already churning on the endless opportunities her new life would offer.

“As you say, but what comes next? Enslaving men is useful, but I can’t play overseer to all of them! And what about the sisters?”

“Yes, you need allies and the ideal place to start is right here.”

“How do I do that?”

Lilith held out her right hand and a leather crop materialized in her grip. She pointed it at Jessica, first down at her flaccid ten inches and then raised it to her ample breasts.

“You have two weapons. You’ve learned to use one. Now use the other.”

Jessica’s hands went to her breasts. They were still moist with milky secretion.

“You mean… the lactation? How do I use that?”

“Don’t you remember our first meeting?”

Jessica thought back. Lilith had appeared and made her the offer. She had drank from the chalice and then… of course! Lilith’s breasts had been lactating.

“Alright, so I dose the sisters with this…” she said wiping her fingers across her left breast “…and then what happens?”

“They become like you.”

Jessica’s eyes opened wide.

‘Holy fuck! No… UNHOLY fuck!’

The scope of Lilith’s plan was beginning to sink in. This was Gremlins, only with cock wielding Succubi instead of toothy little goblins. This was an outbreak of female domination and Jessica was patient zero. In a few months St. Michael’s would be unrecognizable. In a couple years, it could be a very different world.

The seriousness of the situation hit her full force and yet, she couldn’t help but find wisdom in Lilith’s words. Was lust overwhelming escort kahramanmaraş bayan her reason? No, this was about justice as well. This was the chance to change the power dynamics between men and women. This would be a first in thousands of years of human history.

“Very well. I’ll begin tomorrow then.”

“Excellent. I know you will not disappoint me.”

Lilith floated back towards the center of the room. Her cock had stiffened; straining against the thick latex of the shiny, jet black sleeve. Jessica could only imagine the thoughts that were pulsing through her mind. Perhaps visions of Earth as a Femdom paradise were the cause of her arousal.

“Dawn approaches. I take my leave. Some day, with your help, I will be stronger than I am now. Perhaps I will claim dominion over the day… and many other things.”

Jessica raised a hand as Lilith prepared to depart.

“Mistress! One more thing, if I may?”

“Quickly.”

“God. You spoke his Hebrew name… is he not watching as we do all this? Will he not be angry? Should we not fear his vengeance?”

Lilith’s laugh started as a low, throaty rumble before erupting into a sustained gale. She threw her head back and her curvy body shook for several long moments as she chortled with glee, her massive dong now at full, rigid attention.

“My child… If Yahweh cared what happened here, do you think I would have gotten this far? No, he’s forsaken humanity. I think he’s forsaken this plane of existence entirely. He’s off in some other corner of the great beyond doing who knows what. He has as much regard for this world as the ant you crush beneath your boot. When our work is done, he may finally take notice, but by then it will be too late.”

Lilith’s disdainful laughter sang out once more and within seconds her form evaporated into the darkness. Her cackles echoed briefly before the room settled back into pitch black silence.

Jessica slipped back down into the bed sheets and tried to get comfortable. She tossed and turned a bit before finding the right position, her mind reeling from the enormity of the task before her. Jessica pined to have someone, anyone, by her side in that moment. She had spent many lonely nights in the convent, but had never felt quite so alone as she did now.

* * * * *

It was just after noon and Jessica was in the kitchen preparing a gallon of sweet tea. Nobody could call her a cook with a straight face, but sweet tea had been a staple in the Christiano household and her mother’s recipe was one of the few staples Jessica had learned before she passed away. The sisters had grown to love it, especially during the hot Texas summers when such drinks were needed to stay refreshed. Jessica had been only too happy to whip up a fresh batch today.

She finished stirring the amber liquid and then poured it from the pitcher into three drinking glasses on a tray. She looked over her shoulder in both directions to ensure no one was nearby before reaching into her habit and retrieving a small glass bottle and a dropper. She carefully drew the liquid into the dropper before depositing several beads of her breast milk into each glass and stirring each drink.

She quickly pocketed the bottle and dropper back in her habit before moving to the freezer and retrieving an ice tray. She dropped a few cubes into each glass before putting the ice back and carefully lifting the tray. Jessica took a deep breath as she exited the kitchen and strode through the hallways that led back to the courtyard.

A few lingering doubts assailed her consciousness, but she swatted them away like insects. Jessica was committed now. The world had to change and she would be a coward not to use the power she’d been given. How many billions of women had lived, suffered and died without that opportunity? How many millions of children had been raped by the clergy? How many women like Jessica and the Sisters of Guadalupe had lived lives of quiet desperation, brainwashed into thinking it was proper and normal?

‘No more.’

She exited the back door into the brilliant light and searing temperature of Austin midday. Her thick robe began soaking in the heat immediately, a predicament she’d become sadly accustomed to over the years. Jessica wasted no time making her way back to the picnic table where sisters Victoria, Abigail and Evelyn were sitting. The table was under a tall oak tree and she sighed with relief as she entered the shade and set the tray down before them.

“Thank god!” Evelyn announced, wasting no time grabbing one of the glasses and taking her first swig. “And thank you sister!” She said with a nod to Jessica.

Evelyn was a plump, busty blonde in her late 40s with a thick southern accent. The habit could do nothing to hide her wide hips and considerable curves. She was definitely one of the most opinionated of the sisters but also one of the friendliest. She was a hard worker and always the first to volunteer for new assignments.

“Yes, thank you” said sister Abigail as she reached for her drink as well.

If Evelyn had an opposite it was definitely Abigail, which was amusing since they were good friends. Seeing them together was like watching a Laurel and Hardy routine. Abigail was a little older than Evelyn, but shorter, slender and much more poised. Although she spoke up less, the raven haired sister had a quiet confidence and a subtle beauty to her thin features.

“Thank youuuuuuuu” Vicky exclaimed with an eager smile before taking up her glass. She started downing the cool beverage without hesitation. Wisps of her auburn hair seeped out of her veil, as usual. Both her face and the bathing habit she was wearing were smudged brown, indicating that she’d been working in the fields.

“Aren’t you having any?” Abigail inquired.

“Oh, I had a glass before I left the kitchen. Couldn’t wait.”

“Don’t blame ya hun” Evelyn interjected “but what about lunch? Are you girls gonna make me eat by my lonesome again?”

Vicky groaned, tilting her head to the sky. “Ugh… it’s too hot to eat.”

“I’ll wait for supper, thank you” Abigail replied.

Jessica shrugged and offered Evelyn a thin smile, implying that she wasn’t particularly hungry either.

“Fine, suit yourselves! I’m not shy” she proclaimed before biting into an apple and unwrapping the sandwich she’d brought.

“How’s the garden coming along?” Jessica asked.

“Good!” Victoria responded cheerfully. “We’re just about ready for fall planting. What’s Momma Soups got you doing today?”

“Well, I was on laundry duty this morning, but I’m headed off campus in a bit. Won’t be back until after dinner.”

“You’re excused for the day? What holy miracle is this?” Abigail asked, one eyebrow raised.

“Well, I’m not yet, but I will be after Father Francis talks to Helen. He’s starting a new outreach program and he’s chosen me to help out.”

“Ooooh, lucky you!” Vicky exclaimed.

“She has a title, you know! You shouldn’t call Mother Superior by her first name” Evelyn chided in between bites of her lunch.

“If the program has anything to do with kids, I’d rather stay here and scrub floors” Abigail stated flatly.

“Aw, cmon! Kids aren’t so bad!” Vicky voiced enthusiastically. “Children or not, if Father Francis wants more help with the program, let me know! I’d love to get out of here more often.”

“I’ll keep that in mind” Jessica replied, collecting the tray from the table. “Speaking of which, I have to meet up with him soon. You ladies enjoy the rest of your break.”

“Ladies? Hah! That’s a good one” Evelyn snickered, nudging Abigail in the ribs.

Vicky giggled. Abigail simply rolled her eyes.

The sisters said their goodbyes and Jessica turned and trudged back to the main building. She paused once to look over her shoulder, observing her fellow nuns as they chatted away.

Tomorrow would be a new beginning for them as well. They would be frightened and even less aware of what was happening then Jessica was on her first morning. In the coming days she would observe them carefully and approach them one at a time in secret. She would reveal only that the same thing had happened to her, not how or why. It would have to be that way, for now.

Jessica would guide them slowly into their new roles. If all went as planned, they would serve as the Succubus vanguard in her takeover of St. Michael’s and the convent.

* * * * *

It was just a half hour later when Jessica and Francis met up. They leisurely made their way from his home back to the other side of the campus where the convent was located. Francis was dressed in his usual black from neck to toe and carried a backpack containing the items Jessica had instructed him to bring. She had called him earlier that morning and outlined her plan to get them off church grounds more often.

There was a strong breeze sailing through the trees and walkways that surrounded St. Michael’s. It made the walk almost pleasant despite the hot summer conditions. As they passed before the church, Mother Superior could be seen in the distance walking toward them. Francis and Jessica both stopped and waited for her at the large water fountain that rested between the dual stairs leading up to the church’s front doors.

“Reverend Mother!” Francis called out with a wave. “What good luck! We were just on our way to see you.”

“Is that right?” Mother Superior replied as she came to a stop before them. She eyed Jessica suspiciously, but put on a warm smile for Francis. “Always a pleasure, Father.”

Reverend Mother Helen Louise Delarosa was exactly the kind of person you’d expect, based on her title. A medium build woman entering her sunset years wearing a thin pair of glasses and a perpetual scowl. She was tough as nails and ran the Sisters of Guadalupe with strictness bordering on cruelty.

Jessica had not developed a good relationship with her over the years, but they had managed to live together in the convent despite many tense encounters. Until now, that had involved Jessica doing whatever Helen told her to, an arrangement the younger woman couldn’t wait to upend.

“Good afternoon Revered Mother” Jessica said with a slight bow. She was rarely so formal, especially with the old crone, but she wanted Helen in as good a mood as possible.

“Yes!” said Francis “I needed to speak with you on a matter of some importance escort kapalı gaziantep bayan and it concerns Sister Jessica as well.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“As I’m sure you’re aware, Bishop Everson has made outreach our top priority. If we don’t start filling these pews again, St. Michael’s isn’t long for this world. To that end, I’m beginning a new program to extend our reach into the city. Businesses, sports leagues, community centers and whichever schools will have us! We’re going to see what we can do for them in exchange for word-of-mouth and a chance to leave our materials where people can find them.”

“I see. And what is this new program called?” the Reverend Mother asked skeptically.

“We don’t have an official title just yet. I was thinking of calling it “Bridges to Christ”, but Sister Jessica made an excellent point…” Francis answered, gesturing to her.

“It’s just, a less overtly religious title might be better. Many people hear “Christ” and immediately run in the other direction” Jessica stated cautiously.

“Yes, there’s some truth to that, I suppose” Mother Superior nodded solemnly. “A sad state of affairs indeed.”

“So, as you see” Francis continued “Sister Jessica has already shown great insight and I think her aid would really propel this effort! In addition, I’m drowning in paperwork and the church can scarcely afford to hire me an assistant, so with your permission…”

“Say no more Father. You have no idea how many headaches this one has caused me, but perhaps this will be good for her. Maybe she’ll even learn some manners in your company! Sister Jessica may assist you in the afternoons and evenings until further notice.” Helen held up her index finger as she made her final point, her stony gaze fixed on the young woman. “As long as she keeps up with her morning duties, that is.”

Jessica forced herself into a thin smile and another slight nod, desperately trying to look grateful.

“Splendid! Thank you so much Revered Mother” Francis replied as he placed his hands over hers and they shared a mutual bow of respect.

“Don’t mention it, Father. Good luck to you.”

“Yes, well, I guess we’ll be going then! We have a lot of work to do.”

“And I’m off to pray” the Abbess replied. “I’ll see you later.”

Jessica and Francis walked toward the parking lot, both silent until they were well out of ear shot.

“That woman has never seen a dick in her life.”

Francis snickered. “Oh cmon, she’s not that bad. She’s put up with you for this long, hasn’t she?”

“Yeah, because she had to” Jessica responded dryly. “You bring everything I told you?”

“I did” he answered plainly.

“Good. I can’t wait to get out of here!”

They continued on in silence for a few moments, their shoes clacking on the hot pavement. Then Francis decided it was his turn to be a bit mischievous.

“I wonder what would happen if you pulled up that habit and showed her your true self?”

“She’d have a heart attack and drop dead. Don’t tempt me.”

Francis belted out a loud laugh, his voice echoing across the church campus with mirth for the first time in months.

“So where are we actually going?”

Jessica turned and looked at him, this time with a genuine smile. “Somewhere fun.”

* * * * *

The mocha skinned nun tugged on Francis’ leash as she led him through the parking lot in one of Austin’s red light districts. They were headed toward the back entrance of a large building. A sign proudly displayed the name of the establishment in shiny black: “The Rubber Room.” Jessica had traded the priest collar for his slave collar before they got out of the car and Francis was oozing apprehension.

“What if someone from the parish recognizes us?!?”

Jessica sighed, stopping briefly and turning to him.

“One of your 500 parishioners? In a city of 900,000? Here? In the middle of a week day? Chill, Frankie.”

She yanked his leash more harshly, eager to get inside and complete her conquest of her newly minted slave. They walked up some crude concrete steps and slipped in the back door of the dimly lit club. Booming techno music with highly suggestive lyrics assaulted their senses immediately. The thunderous sounds thrummed through the dark hallway as they made their way to reception.

They reached a wide counter area with a woman standing behind it. The sides of her head were completely shaved and a single column of thick, jet black hair ran up her scalp and trailed behind her. Her face was pale white, which made the rings of black mascara and midnight lipstick stand out even more. Her ears, nose and tongue were all pierced.

“Hey! I’m Claire. Welcome to The Rubber Room.” The plucky goth woman seemed amused as she scanned the couple. “You guys doing a religious role play thing?”

“Not anymore” Jessica answered as she lifted the veil off her head; her long brown locks tumbling free. “How much for one of your dungeon suites?”

“A hundred and fifty for two hours” Claire responded before blowing and popping a bubble with her bright pink gum.

“Fully equipped?”

“Every toy and device you could want.”

“What about clothes?”

“This your first time here?” Claire inquired.

Jessica nodded.

“Normally there’s a separate fee, but since this is your first visit, we’ll waive it.”

“Awesome. You got a catsuit in my size? Maybe some leather boots in 7 1/2 or 8?”

“Easy peasy” she replied.

“What about him?” Jessica asked, pulling on Francis’ leash and bringing him to the forefront. “Something full-body in his size? Preferably latex?”

Claire looked him up and down, studying his proportions.

“Yeah, we got a suit in his size, but it was just used. It’s still drying out. Haven’t had a chance to spot clean it yet.”

“That’s fine, we’ll take it” Jessica said, a glimmer of excitement in her voice.

Claire looked puzzled. “You want a dirty gimp suit that a stranger just wore?”

“The dirtier the better” Jessica responded with a toothy smile.

Francis winced, his face sinking into a noticeable cringe.

* * * * *

“This is so gross.” Francis grumbled.

He was hooded and sealed in the black gimp suit, lying face down on a rubber padded bondage horse. His arms and legs had been pulled down and secured to each leg of the sturdy device by the wrist and ankle cuffs Jessica had applied. She had chosen this device out of many in the dungeon because it was already at the perfect height to accommodate her, but there were many more pieces of bondage furniture she looked forward to trying in the future.

“Shut up!” Jessica admonished as she pulled a pair of black latex gloves over her hands. She was similarly sealed from neck to toe in a pale yellow cat suit. She purred in delight as she smoothed the second layer of rubber over her digits. The black leather thigh highs Claire had brought her were a tight fit, but Jessica didn’t mind. The gripping sensation just made it even hotter.

As soon as she’d zipped him up in the back, Francis had been sealed in the sweat and filth of some other submissive. Who knows how long that stranger had been in the suit before him, getting fucked, abused and shooting his seed all over. He couldn’t think of another time in his life that he’d felt so utterly soiled.

“What if I catch some…”

“Stop complaining or I’ll gag you” she cut him off.

“You’re going to gag me anyway.”

Jessica chuckled; her throaty laughter and footsteps echoing in the cool dungeon. The clacking of stilettos marked her path as she walked around the fuck horse, examining her immobilized slut. Francis eyed the wall before him lined with crops, floggers, ropes, chains, strapons and other toys. He studied the impressive collection until his Mistress strode into view. Jessica’s impressive endowment jutted from the opening in her latex suit, her heavy brown sack hanging below it.

She seized her member and began stroking it up and down eagerly, the cool latex gloves feeling heavenly on her hot, naked flesh. She approached him, bringing the tip of her weapon ever closer to his mouth as she leisurely masturbated herself.

“Feeling thirsty yet?”

“Thirsty, Mistress?”

“Hmmm, I guess it hasn’t been long enough. You will be soon! And then you’ll be begging for it.”

She gave his hooded face a playful pat and then turned, making her way to the wall of toys. Jessica examined the trove of naughty implements before ***********ing a flexible 10 inch cock from the wall. She also fetched a length of chain with clips on each end and the longest strapon harness she could find. The excited Domina made her way back to Francis with a wicked grin, the assortment of toys dangling from her hands.

“This is better anyway. You need training before you take me in your throat again. I didn’t even come close to bottoming out. I expect you to do better next time.”

“Yes Mistress” he replied, his nervousness building along with his curiosity.

Francis didn’t have to wonder what she planning for very long. She inserted the lengthy black dildo into the strapon harness and installed it, base down, just below his face. The fleshy length bent to one side as Jessica pulled the straps around the bottom of the bondage horse; buckling it securely in place. She adjusted the base so it was exactly below his mouth before seizing the shiny shaft and giving his face a few slaps with the cock.

“Alright bitch, I think you know where this goes.”

She brought the tip to his mouth and pushed his head down. Six inches of slick rubber dong glided into his maw.

“Keep it in your mouth until I say otherwise.”

Francis held still, his saliva already starting to build up along the thick, rubbery shaft as Jessica clicked the length of chain onto the O ring of his collar. She then wound the chain below the horse, brought it back up to his collar, looped it through the O ring and pulled it almost all the way through before clicking it secure. She examined the chain carefully, making sure he had no more than two inches of slack.

“Ok, you may take your mouth off.”

Francis pulled his face upward, the phlegmy length beginning to exit his lips until the chain rattled and he was jolted to a stop. There was still four inches of cock lodged in his mouth and he could go no further.

“Perfect!”

Jessica placed kaliteli gaziantep escort bayan her left hand on the top of his head and pushed his latex clad face down firmly. Francis sputtered, grunted and emitted moist gagging sounds as she pressed his lips all the way to the base of the long cock. His eyes bulged and his throat revolted, closing around the rubbery shaft and trying to expel it.

She held his head down for fifteen seconds, forcing him to accept all 10 inches of rubber cock meat as delicious slobbering noises emitted from his cheeks and nose. Finally, she released him and his face slid up the shaft, a small river of viscous phlegm drooling down the shiny latex cock. He gasped for air, his mouth still contending with several inches of gagging penis.

Jessica’s cheeks became rosy with giddiness and her cock grew as hard as a steel beam. She said nothing as she walked off, grabbing Francis’ bag and rifling through it.

“Ah, there’s my snack.”

She opened a small plastic bag and extracted the weighty condom. It wasn’t full by any means, but it had a nice little bulge, fresh with his seed. She untied the end, rolled it down and dumped its contents into her mouth, devouring the creamy load in seconds.

The rush followed, a combination of soothing balm to her throat and stomach, but a warm, pulsing lust growing through the rest of her body. Her cock, breasts and ass tingled with need and she crossed back to the fuck horse, empty condom in hand. She could feel the latex wrapped around her body even more profoundly now that she’d partaken of male cum. Her only appendage that wasn’t trapped in slick warm smoothness was her rock hard fourteen inches and she wanted it in his ass immediately.

She pulled down the zipper at his back passage with excited haste, extracting his cock and balls from the thick gimp suit and sliding the used condom back over his semi-hard prick. Jessica inserted two gloved fingers into his pucker, his pale white flesh ringed with a slight redness. She swirled them around, digging in and out several times before pulling her fingers free and examining them.

“Good. You followed my instructions. You will do that EACH TIME you evacuate yourself. You will be clean as a whistle and ready to be fucked at all times. IS THAT CLEAR?”

“Yeth mithreth” he intoned around the slick rubber invader.

Jessica couldn’t wait a second longer. Her body was aching with need as she stepped in behind him and lined her thick brown missile up with his small vanilla rosebud. She pressed in firmly, her fat cock gliding in inch after warm inch with unyielding pressure. As her massive member sank to the halfway mark, Francis started groaning and pulling at his bonds in futility.

“MMMMLLLGGOOOLLMMPPHHHH!!!”

Jessica’s eyes narrowed and she leaned forward, grabbing the back his hood and pushing fiercely. She plummeted his slut mouth back down all ten inches of slimy latex dick as her own cock burrowed ever deeper into his moist, fleshy tunnel.

“Don’t just gag on it, bitch, SUCK IT!”

Francis’ arm and wrist cuffs rattled as he pulled on them uselessly, his throat glomming and sputtering as Jessica allowed him to bob upward slightly, then plunged his sucking face back down to the base of the strapon.

“Do you know what this is Frankie? This is YOUR LIFE, NOW. COCK 24/7!”

She released his head and his mouth glided upward, globs of sticky filth running down the spit shined shaft as he slobbered and retched.

“And you love it, don’t you?”

*SMACK*

The sudden painful swat to his ass caught Francis by surprise; so focused he’d been on trying to inhale oxygen around ten inches of spongy rubber dick.

“YETH MITHRETH.”

“SAY YOU LOVE IT!!!”

“IILUUBBIIIIIIIII!”

Jessica delivered several more stinging swats to his latex covered cheeks, then grabbed his hips forcefully and began pumping her fat phallus into him hard and fast. She plowed him with increasing hunger, a bit more of her impossibly thick length sinking in deeper with each thrust.

His asshole stretched painfully around her girth, the sex crazed shemale determined to bury every inch of her glistening rod into his warm, welcoming hole. Jessica closed her eyes and began moaning loudly as she tunneled ever deeper. Every inch of her shaft tingled with growing pleasure as she took her slave brutally.

After a long stretch of frenzied fucking Jessica finally sank her cock all the way home, her fat brown orbs pressing harshly against his smaller white sack. Her bucking came to a stop as she sighed gleefully. She kept her staff buried in him as his tormented pucker slowly grew used to her full insertion. She grabbed his head once more and pushed his face down the increasingly sloppy rubber length.

“GHHHMMMMPPLLLMMMIIIMBILLLUUUUKKK”

Jessica held his face down, her enormous rubber clad breasts pressed into his back as she made small circular motions with her hips; stretching his ass further with her considerable girth.

“How’s that feel Frankie? I think this is what they call “air tight.” This is your first time, but it sure as hell won’t be your last!”

She released his hood and began sawing in and out of his well abused asshole with extreme need. Wet gagging noises spurted from Francis’ throat and mouth; his neck muscles tiring from the exertion of trying to hold his head at the top of the sizable dong.

Jessica’s moans transformed into wails of pleasure. She fucked her bound slave so hard that the bondage horse began jolting and inching across the floor. Her bloated sack smacked into Francis’ scrotum with each powerful thrust.

“Gonna fill you up slut! Take it!!! OH GOD! YESSSSSSS!!!”

Jessica screamed in orgasm as her throbbing member exploded in his ass. Francis grunted loudly as copious streams of hot yogurt blasted into his depths with each impassioned thrust. The climax crazed Domina groped, clawed and spanked him furiously, assaulting his back and flanks as she continued thrusting and cumming into her immobilized cock sleeve. Thick jizzum spurted from his ass, coating Jessica’s lower body and drizzling all over the floor.

As she continued spearing his well stretched fuck hole, Francis felt his own body betray him. His prostate tingled with each sloppy thrust until his body shook in orgasm. Francis quivered in his latex prison and pulled at his leather bonds. He moaned around the cock still lodged in his throat as his rock hard member shot gobs of thick paste into the greasy pre-used condom. His pleasurable muffles grew louder as Jessica fired the last of her god-like load into his blown out bottom.

Jessica’s thrusts slowly came to a stop, the mocha Dominatrix panting slightly from her long exertion. She was still glowing with orgasm as she pulled her swollen cock from his cum slathered hole. She felt herself all over, groping her breasts, thighs and ass through the lovely cat suit and savoring the wave of ecstasy channeling through her latex wrapped body.

As her high began to fade, she reached down and stroked Francis’ cock, giving him some small relief from the pounding he’d just taken. She trailed her hand downward and felt the warm pocket of spunk in the bottom of the condom.

“Mmmmm, you just came with me Frankie… You really are just a little butt slut, aren’t you?”

Francis bellowed a series of affirmative grunts around his cock gag.

“I bet you want me to come unhook that thing from your mouth, don’t you?”

“Yeth miththreth!”

“Just one problem…” she proclaimed as she pulled the warm, cream filled sleeve from his shrinking dick. “As soon as I drink this, I’ll be ready to go again.”

* * * * *

After a long hour of debauchery Jessica sat on the “royal throne”, a luxury chair that was another fixture of the dungeon. It had a trap door that allowed one to bind their submissive below the chair and sit on their face, but Francis wasn’t under it. He had earned his rest and Jessica had parked him on a leather ottoman at the base of her lofty seat.

She had removed his hood but left him locked in the gimp suit for now. They would have to undress and get ready to leave soon, but for the moment they could relax and enjoy the afterglow. His leash rested on the side of the throne as Jessica pulled a pack of cigarettes from her bag and lit one up. She hadn’t enjoyed the soothing rush of nicotine in many years.

Francis looked up at his commanding, cat-suited Goddess. Her expression was one of pure satisfaction as she crossed her booted legs. She inhaled deeply and gazed down at her collared slut.

“Cigarettes now too? You certainly have gone from obedient nun to avatar of sin in a hurry.”

“I’m making up for lost time. And I no longer believe hedonism is a sin. Not sure I believe in sin at all, anymore.”

“You know how bad those are for you, right?”

“They’re just for after a romp. I’m not planning to develop a habit.”

“Indeed, you seem intent on discarding all your habits.”

Jessica laughed. It was a cheesy pun, but she enjoyed that kind of cheeky humor.

“You want to grab a burger or something?” Francis invited. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”

“Hell yes! If I have to eat vegetable stew and hard rolls one more time, I’m gonna lose it!”

It was Francis’ turn to chuckle, but then the room fell silent for a few moments.

“How long do you think we’ll get away with this? Before they kick us both out, I mean.”

Jessica took another drag and held it for a few seconds before exhaling a cloud of wispy smoke.

“I don’t see why it ever needs to end.”

“Really? And how is that going to work?”

“Don’t you worry about a thing puta padre. I have a plan.”

“I bet you do” Francis replied as he folded his arms over his latex clad chest. “You know, I used to think Helen was the most formidable woman I’d ever met, but those days are over. You are, by far, the most fearsome woman in our parish.”

Jessica knocked the ash from her cigarette and leaned down from her chair, her face drawing closer to his. Her stare was cold and impassive.

“Is that what you think?”

Francis’ hands dropped to his sides and he leaned back slightly.

“Y-yeah…”

She reached out and tapped his nose gently with a single gloved finger.

“Good.”

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A Blind Girl Flashing… Or… A Blind Beauty Falls For The Big Guy.

Take your pick with whichever title. I prefer the second but I guarantee the first will get more reads.

***

I paced back and forth in the hospital corridor, almost like a father waiting for his wife to give birth. The surgeon and his team were in with Alison whereas I had been told to wait outside. Today we would find out whether or not the operation had been a success.

Alison had been born blind, she had never known the wonder of sight. She knew my features only by touch although she said that to her it was like seeing.

I had mixed feelings. Yes, of course, I wanted her to be able to see. Yet it scared me—would she find me too old? I was, after all, more than twice her age. It worried me that it might come as a shock to her even though she had said many times that it didn’t matter.

Why were they taking so long? Had something gone wrong? The questions tumbled over in my mind. It was a pioneering procedure and no one could guarantee that it would work.

A nurse came out and headed straight for me. “They will be ages yet, Mister Jackson. Why don’t you go and have a coffee and try and relax? You’ll wear the floor out before we’re finished at this rate. ”

I took her advice, got myself a coffee and went and found a quiet place where I could sit in peace. My thoughts turned to wonder about how it had all begun.

***

There I was, lazily flicking through the records in a newly opened music shop. Nothing that I didn’t already have was particularly grabbing my attention but I enjoyed seeing the good ***********ion they had.

I glanced at my watch. Shit! I was going to miss a scheduled meeting if I didn’t get my skates on and move my ass somewhat rapidly.

I charged out of the shop doorway, definitely not paying enough attention. Bang! I crashed straight into someone. I stumbled, trying to regain my balance, but to no avail; I hit the pavement hard.

Painfully, I dragged myself to my feet and then looked around for who I had collided with. The woman was on her knees, seemingly searching for something with her hands—perhaps her purse or whatever.

I rushed to help her and apologised for my clumsiness. “Hey, I’m so sorry. Are you hurt or anything?”

She didn’t look at me when she answered, in fact, she wasn’t looking at anything, just scrabbling around with her searching hands. “No, I’m not hurt, but I can’t find my cane. Can you see where it’s gone?” I saw the reason why she wasn’t looking at me, she was blind.

A quick glance about produced nothing. “Here, take my hand, let me guide you to the lamppost and then I’ll look for it.” She made no comment as she followed.

Then there it was, lying in the gutter where it had been hidden from view. “I see it, stay there a moment while I get it for you.”

A smile lit up her face when I placed it in her hands. And wow, what a face. She was clearly much younger than I had thought, more of a girl than a woman. But she was stunningly beautiful.

I saw the cane quivering and realised she was trembling quite badly. The accident had obviously shaken her more than she had let on. I also saw the small gash on her knee and the small amount of blood that was trickling down her leg.

“You’re hurt,” I told her, “there’s blood on your leg. I feel terrible, a total idiot.”

“It happens,” she said, “people don’t see us. The blind I mean; we get used to it. Anyway, I’m okay, just a little shaken, that’s all.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have to get used to it, people like me should take more care. Look, there’s a cafe just here, will you sit and let me get you a drink? You’re still shaking, I can’t just leave you like that.”

I saw her begin to shake her head but then change her mind. “Perhaps, I should sit for a minute, I do feel a bit unsteady.” She held out her hand to me. “Show me the way, please.”

In answer to my question, she chose a coffee. I led her to a bench seat. “Be right back,” I told her.

I ordered two coffees and asked if I could have some wet wipes or a damp cloth, explaining that my friend had gashed her leg.

Back at our table, I saw she seemed to have calmed. She was aware that I had returned with our drinks, her face turned in my direction before that smile was back. “Thank you, you’re kind.”

“Kind, huh! It’s the least I could do after what I’ve put you through. I’ve got a damp cloth and some tissues, should I… can I clean the blood off your leg?”

She hesitated a few moments but then nodded her head before saying, ”I like your voice, I believe I can trust you.”

Trust me? With what? Oh, of course, stupid. She’s blind but she’s letting me touch her leg. “Don’t worry, I’m not a molester.”

I knelt down as she swung her leg towards me. Up close the gash looked worse than I had thought. I knew it must be hurting her. As carefully as possible, I wiped away the blood and a few bits of grit.

I glanced up when she jerked. “I’m sorry, that must have hurt.” There was a small tear on her cheek.

“No, it’s fine. You have a gentle touch, but it does feel quite painful.”

Her fists were scrunched up tight, the hem of her skirt in a firm grip. It was then I realised I could see the blue panties she was wearing.

I took hold of her hands. “Relax, I’ve finished.” Then I smoothed her skirt down flat for her.

Her hand flew to her mouth and her face coloured bright red. She had guessed what I had seen. It was an awkward moment, we were both stuck for what to say.

She must have heard me stir the sugar into my coffee, she picked up her own cup. “Sugar?” I asked her.

“No, not for me, thank you.” The colour of her cheeks faded back to normal as she recovered herself.

“May I ask, what’s your name? I’m Alison.” The hint of a smile was back on her face.

“It’s escort karataş bayan David, David Jackson, generally known as, Jacko to my friends.”

“So, what do I call you? We’re hardly friends but things already got a bit personal, so to speak. What with your hands on my leg and me flashing my panties at you, however unintentional.”

“Oh, I only got a glimpse, nothing to worry about. I would like it if you called me Dave, a bit more personal.”

She laughed. “I flash my panties at a guy holding my leg and then he tells me he wants to get personal…”

I interrupted her in mid-sentence. “Hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything. It’s just that I feel kind of responsible for making sure you’re okay.”

She beckoned to me. “Lean forward, I want to touch your face if you don’t mind.”

The fingers of both hands began to softly trace the contours and lines of my face.

“You’re older than I at first thought. Let me guess. Perhaps, thirty, maybe thirty-five.” She covered my lips with a finger to stop me from answering. “Your face tells me you are kind and thoughtful, exactly as you have been. You laugh a lot, that’s easy to tell.”

Her hands dropped to my shoulders, and felt a little, before moving down my arms. “You’re a strong man with powerful muscles. Is that from your work, or maybe sport? Now, you can answer me.”

I was astonished that she could tell so much by a cursory feel with her fingers. “I’m thirty-seven and I’m a fitness trainer. I also do a bit of boxing, but nothing too serious. And, I guess, I am a joker and do laugh a lot. How on earth could you tell all of that?”

“Dave, I was born blind. I live through touch and what I hear. It’s easier than you might imagine.”

I realised our coffees were almost cold. “Would you like another coffee, or do you need to be somewhere?” Then I remembered my meeting. “Bugger!” I exclaimed.

She seemed to know where my hand was resting on the table. She took hold. “What’s the matter, Dave?”

“Oh, nothing too important. It’s just that I’ve missed a meeting, that’s why I was running when I knocked you flying. It’s not the end of the world though, so not to worry about it.”

She squeezed my hand. “I’m sorry, you would have been there if you hadn’t stopped to help me. Not many would have. I’m very grateful. But no, I don’t want another coffee and neither do I have anywhere to be. I was only heading home.”

Suddenly, I blurted out, “May I walk you, just to make sure no more idiots go crashing into you?”

She still held my hand but wasn’t yet answering my offer. She took a deep breath before saying, “I’m going to break my rules for the first time ever. I’m not sure why I should, but I’m going to trust you, Dave. I don’t as a rule ever go with someone not introduced to me by family or friends. Yet, I feel there’s something about you, you’re not simply trying to take advantage of a blind girl. Can I trust you?”

“Alison, I promise that you can trust me, I’m not a predator. Anyway, they know me quite well in here, if I were a wrong type, you or the police could soon find me.”

She didn’t release my hand when she stood. I stopped by the checkout. “Fred, this is Alison, would you please tell her my name?”

Fred raised an eyebrow but then saw the white cane that Alison held. “Oh, sorry. Hi, Alison. This reprobate is my buddy, Jacko. Oops, wrong words I guess. But seriously, everybody in here knows him, he’s a cool dude. Ain’t that right, Mary?” He called to a girl behind the counter.

Mary came closer. “Oh my, what a pretty girl. I’m jealous, I’ve been trying to get him in my panties for ages but he ignores me. But yes, our Jacko is a nice guy, you can’t go wrong there girl.”

Alison had again turned bright red. “But I’m not trying to… well, you know.”

Mary laughed. “Just teasing, kid. Don’t worry.”

I felt embarrassed and was probably blushing myself. I pulled Alison’s hand. “Come on, let’s get out of here. They’re a bunch of nutters, even if they are my friends.”

We walked in silence for a while. Then Alison asked. “What Mary said, was that true? That must mean you have a steady girlfriend or a wife and you’re faithful to her.”

It was my turn to laugh. “Yes, Mary’s been trying to get me in bed with her for some time, but she’s not my type. And being faithful doesn’t come into it, I don’t have a girlfriend right now and neither am I married.”

Alison stopped in front of an archway; I had seen her touching the walls and hedges with her cane as we walked. “This is mine, thank you, Dave, for being kind and helpful. Now I know your regular cafe, perhaps I’ll see you there sometime?” She laughed, “Figure of speech, I will never actually see you.”

As she turned to open the gate I told her. “Your leg is bleeding again, you need to see to that when you get inside.”

I saw her come to a decision. “Have you got time, Dave? Would you perhaps come in and see to it for me? It’s not something I can do properly by myself.”

She was on her own territory now, and she moved with obvious confidence, the cane hardly needed. She went off to fetch a first aid kit. I looked around and saw the tidiness, although there weren’t many ornaments and no clutter.

“My parents and me when I was young,” she said when she came back into the room and she felt the picture frame in my hand.

“What do you mean—when you were young? Alison, you are young, well, compared to me anyway.”

“Oh, come on, Dave, you’re not old. I was ten when that photo was taken, I’m eighteen now.”

I wasn’t at all sure where this conversation was leading. Yet, there was something in her voice. She thrust the first aid kit into my hands. “Here, stop worrying, I’m not trying to seduce you if that’s what you were thinking.”

I cleaned the wound escort bayan karkamış with a cleansing solution and then dried it carefully. I put some anti-septic cream on a large plaster and then pressed it down firmly in place.

Her skirt had ridden higher up her leg than previously whilst all of this had been going on. Her panties were once more on display, but quite clearly this time.

With something of a jolt, I realised I had been kneeling there with my hand still on her leg even though I had finished the task.

“Are you looking up my skirt again, Dave?” I went to rise but she held my arm in place. “I don’t mind if you are. Tell me, what colour have I got on? I got them all muddled up recently and I now never know which ones I’m wearing.”

I got to my feet anyway, even though she tried to hold me down. “They’re pale blue but I shouldn’t be looking. I mean, for God’s sake, I’m just about old enough to be your father. I think I ought to be going now your leg’s all fine.”

She looked crestfallen, I even thought she might cry. Her face turned toward me as if she were looking at me. “Do you think it matters to me what age you are, Dave? I can’t see you. I just know I like you. When I felt your face earlier in the cafe, it told me everything I wanted to know. You’ve been so friendly that I thought I have a chance here. You see, I’ve never had a boyfriend, never been on a date, never been kissed, I’ve never even been taken out for a meal… nothing.” She did now have a few tears glistening on her cheeks.

But she hadn’t finished. “I understand if you don’t want anything to do with a blind girl. Just go, please. I’m used to being lonely. I’m sorry if I’ve embarrassed you, I haven’t got a clue when it comes to seducing a man, I suppose I did it all wrong.”

I reached down and went to take hold of her hand, but she snatched it away. “Please, I asked you to go.”

I grabbed hold of her upper arms and pulled her to her feet. For a moment, she struggled as I pulled her close. My lips hovered close to hers. “Alison, shush. Shall I kiss you?”

She lifted a hand between us until a finger touched my lips, and then she leaned closer for our lips to meet. I kissed her gently as her hand went behind my head—pulling me more firmly to her.

I could feel the urgency, no doubt, born of a need to be loved. I wrapped my arms around her and pressed her body against mine.

She pulled away from the kiss. “Oh my, that was nice, thank you.” I could see her hesitation. “Can you stay, or do you have to be somewhere?”

I’d missed my meeting and had nothing more planned for the day. Besides, I was getting to like the idea of what this beautiful young girl was clearly offering me. “I don’t have to be anywhere, if you want me to stay, then I will.”

“Dave, I need you to want to stay, I don’t want you here because I’ve made you feel sorry for me.”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I kissed her again, but this time, much more firmly. I felt her body sort of shiver when my hands roamed her back. She pressed her tongue between my lips and I heard the “mmm” from deep in her throat. For someone who’d never kissed, she wasn’t doing too bad.

My hands locked together behind her back. It was to stop me from getting carried away.

Alison suddenly pulled away. “Why have you stopped your hands moving? Please touch me, there’s no need to hold back.” She planted her lips back on mine.

Still, I hesitated, but the urgency conveyed by the passion in her kiss overrode my reservations. Her fingers clawed at my shirt, pulling it higher until I felt the touch of her hands on my bare back.

With my reserve now gone, I followed her lead, marvelling at the softness of her skin beneath my hands. She shivered again and dug her fingers hard into me. I could hear the sort of purring sound she was making.

Once more, she pulled away from the kiss. “If you want to look at me… Dave, undress me.”

I raised her top as she lifted her arms, it was she that unfastened her bra but she held it in place. “You do it, tell me what you see.”

I allowed the straps to slide down her arms to reveal the swell of her breasts. She stood still, holding her breath as she waited. Her nipples, when I let the bra drop away, were hard and erect. That she was aroused there was no doubt.

I almost whispered, I wasn’t used to such youthful beauty. “Alison, they’re beautiful. Truly, they are.”

She suddenly remembered to breathe. “Make love to me, Dave. I want you to. Remember, I cannot see you, I need to feel, so please take your shirt off and… the rest.”

She let her hands drop to her sides as she waited. In only moments I was standing naked, feeling a little self-conscious even though she couldn’t see me.

Her hands lifted to my neck and I stood still as her fingers explored. She felt the muscles on my shoulders, and then across my chest. The ripples across my abdomen were where I thought she would stop. I was wrong. One hand continued down to search for my, by now, rigid member. She jumped at the initial touch.

She followed with a tentative touch, her fingers slowly tracing along the length. She laughed softly when it jerked after a finger reached the head. Her fingers wrapped around me, feeling the girth. Now she spoke, “Oh, David, I had no idea they were so big. How will that fit inside me?” She gasped, “Oh, I’m assuming you’re going to want to try… are you?”

My hands lifted to her breasts, gently caressing and feeling their firmness and the stiff nipples. Her free hand was unfastening her skirt and I saw it drop to the floor. She didn’t let go of my cock as she turned towards a door. “Come, let’s go to my bedroom.”

I could now see her gorgeous body. I wondered whether she was perhaps one of the most beautiful girls I’d ever seen. kilis escort bayan I knew for sure, that I’d never been with anyone so stunning.

Alison stopped by the bed and turned back to face me, all the time, she still had a firm grip on my cock. “Now, love me, show me what this thing does.”

I eased her back and laid her down, then reached for her panties. She lifted slightly as they slipped over her hips. Then she lay there with her legs tight together. I saw the nervous look return to her face.

I leaned forward and brought my lips to her stomach. She squirmed a little under the touch of my lips as I kissed. I was surprised that she had short trimmed hair above her pussy, I somehow expected something of a bush.

“David, what…?” She gasped out when my lips trawled through the hairs, slowly going lower. She lay perfectly still, shocked at what I was doing. Still, she didn’t move when I pulled my head up a little to gaze at the two furled butterfly wings.

But she did jerk when I bent and kissed between them. Once more she asked, “David, what are you doing?”

“Just relax, I know what I’m doing and I promise you will love it.”

I had to press my legs between hers to open the way, she didn’t fight me but I could tell she was unsure. This was not something she had expected.

I kissed her soft lips again, but this time, my tongue dipped between them. Now I tasted the source of the heady aroma, as I savoured the wetness that was from her arousal. My tongue searched upwards, still pressed in deep. I brought my fingers to her lips and spread them apart. A hard lick made her both jump and screech when her button felt my searching tongue.

My lips descended as I sucked and now her legs eased more open without me having to push. I felt her clit responding to my circling tongue. She jerked each time I flicked at it and I heard her soft, “Oh, God.”

Her legs were spreading even further apart and her hips were now straining up to my teasing. She reached down until her fingers tangled in my hair, pushing me harder to her pussy. I sensed her rising passion and I knew it was time.

I moved up until I lay carefully down on top of her. My hand took hold of my throbbing cock to guide it between her thighs. My tip pressed between the folds of her pussy lips to slowly enter into the warm wetness within.

I almost forgot that she couldn’t see me, she appeared to be gazing into my eyes. “I’m frightened, David,” she whispered in a strangled voice.

“Don’t be, I promise I will be gentle with you,” I answered her.

Very gradually, I pushed deeper and then stopped. I just let my cock throb where it was. The scared look on her face slowly disappeared. Until, “Kiss me, then love me, I think I’m ready now.”

We kissed passionately with her arms clinging tightly around me. I felt her legs lifting to grip me. Suddenly she used her legs to force me down… deep inside her vagina. There was a momentary grimace before she smiled. “My first cock in my pussy. Now show me what he does.” The grip of her legs eased so, once more, I was able to move.

Slowly, I withdrew. I waited a few seconds as I lifted my face so I could watch her changing expressions. Then, once again down, deep down into her depths. I began a steady stroke back and forth. I felt that, by now familiar shiver, shake her body. Her hips were now moving as she lifted to meet my thrusts. Her hands went back to my head, holding me in front of her face.

“What do you see, David, what does my face say?”

“It tells me you’re happy and that you’re enjoying this just as much as I am.”

She pulled my head tightly into her neck. “Fuck me, David,” she whispered into my ear.

We both fucked, her instincts were spot on, her body moving to counter my plunges. “Faster, can you go faster?” She asked.

Everything seemed to happen quite quickly. She left one hand to grip my neck, and another scratched down the length of my back until she gripped my ass. Her legs squeezed harder once more. For the first time, I could feel her inner muscles gripping my thrusting cock.

She wailed my name, “David, I’m going to cum. Oh, God, so good.”

Her body went taught as her hips lifted off of the bed. I felt a hard squeeze inside and then she was shaking while I continued to pump.

Her hand came around and lifted my face. “Have you cum… Oh, yes, now I can feel you.” She reached up for a swift kiss. “Don’t stop, keep fucking me, David.”

I wouldn’t have stopped even if I could, not for a few moments more at least.

I was spent but still buried deep. I held her to me as I rolled sideways so we lay facing each other with my cock still throbbing inside.

I saw one small tear roll down her cheek, but her smile told me everything.

***

“Mister Jackson… Mister Jackson,” the nurse repeated, “you can come with me now.”

I had to hold my jacket in front of me, otherwise, my erection would have been plain for all to see.

She was sat up in the bed, looking towards to door that the nurse held open for me. Her hand went to her mouth as she stared.

“My God. Are you my David? Come here, you gorgeous hunk, I want to see you closer.”

I stopped at her side, her hand reached for my face just as it had done two years before. She felt again. “Yes, it’s exactly as I knew it would be now that I can see it. I can’t see you very clearly yet, but the surgeon says it will improve with every day.”

After a long hug, I eased her back. “So, you’re not disappointed with what you see, I was scared you might be.”

“You silly man. How could I be disappointed? I love you. And you know what? You’re everything I could ever want.”

I took the small box from my pocket and placed it in her hand. “Open it.”

She gasped when she saw the sparkling diamond. “It’s beautiful, thank you, my love.”

“No, it’s more than that. I waited until… well, I prayed you would be able to see me. Now, you can. Will you marry me, will you be my wife?”

We heard the sob and turned to see the nurse crying. Then, Alison was crying as well. But her smile was a mile wide.

The end.

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Holding my bouncing tits with my hands I was running towards my bungalow. The sun was already setting. I might be late for the first time. “Damn,” I swore as I stumbled on the uneven path. Panting I stopped, pressed a hand to the sting in my side. Out of shape, that’s what I was. Not far now. I moved on, just a slow jog now.

It had been a beautiful day. After the morning dog fuck and the cleaning up I had wandered outside. Walking over the grounds I had met the dogs. All of them were running free like me at the moment. They were playing and I had watched them from the edge of the meadow. All ten of them were clearly enjoying themselves, the Irish Wolfhound in the lead.

Without thinking what might happen I had moved closer. And the dogs had spotted me. Soon enough I had been surrounded by dogs, sniffing at me and bumping into me. I petted them, feeling the different kinds of fur – and then I had joined the pack. None of them made any attempt to fuck me. The Wolfhound led the way, slower as if aware that I wouldn’t be able to keep up otherwise and we followed. We had ventured farther and I had lost track of time.

That was why I was now jogging on the path, panting. Finally the bungalow came in sight. I slowed down, tried to catch my breath. Hopefully he wouldn’t be there already. I had never not been in the bungalow when he came for me. No idea what would happen if I wasn’t. On the other hand, he had never threatened me. So maybe it was not a big deal.

My heart sank as I came nearer and saw him leaning against the wall. Still panting, my body sweaty and covered in shed dog hairs I reached him, muttered a breathless “Sorry, Sir”.

My owner nodded curtly, opened the door for me.

“You’ve been playing with the dogs.” It wasn’t a question. “Yes, Sir,” I replied and walked over to the trapdoor, waited for him.

“Don’t be late again.”

And that was it. No threat, no consequences, no scolding for having played with the dogs. I breathed a sigh of relief. He opened the trapdoor and I followed him down the steps. “Yes, Sir,” I replied again and frowned as I heard him chuckle.

Still smiling grup gaziantep escort bayan he opened the door to the room with the enormous bed. With a mock bow he bade me to enter. Shyly I stepped into the room. This was the first time he had led me here. Something new was going to happen.

He closed the door and started to undress. “Do you want to prepare yourself or shall I?” Now only in his boxer shorts he looked at me.

That question came as a big surprise. Never before had he asked me a thing like that. He had just taken me, stimulated me to get me wet and ready for his big werewolf cock. Only twice in the five or so weeks here had I masturbated before he came to get me. The look on my face must have said it all. He laughed. “I thought you might like it more when you get yourself ready.”

I had to swallow down the lump in my throat before I could answer. He wouldn’t like it. ”Only if you don’t watch.”

Smirking he crossed the room, placed a hand on my cheek. “But that is part of the training.”

Part of the training? What else was there to come? But the hand on my face felt good, unconsciously I leaned against it. So far I had never disobeyed. And I had been late the first time today. It had been a question, no order. Still my heart beat fast as I asked timidly. “Can you? Today?”

He smiled, lowered his hand. His fingers brushed my jaw, traced my collarbone. I shivered under the slight touch. “Turn around.”

With slightly trembling legs I obeyed.

Placing his big hands on my hips he pulled me closer. So close that I felt his hard cock through the fabric of his boxers, pressing hard against my ass. His breath brushed my neck.

“Maybe you should practice with the dogs. Let them watch, when you get off.” He murmured close to my right ear. I shivered again, more because of his deep voice so close by than because of his suggestion. Being with the dogs today had been fun. Maybe he was right. Maybe not.

His hands moved down my sides and I spread my legs automatically. Softly his fingers brushed my pussy escort bayan güneyşehir lips.

“The next stage would be my other shape.” His mouth was close to my other ear now. “You might get to like it. Turning me on.” Back to the right ear again. His lips brushed the skin on my neck, sent shivers down my spine. His fingers parted my labia as he placed soft kisses on my shoulders. My tits heaved with every fast breath I took. He had never done this before. I had nearly forgotten what it felt like to be kissed, treated like this. And my body reacted naturally.

Expertly he played my body, aroused me. Not for the first time I wondered where he had gotten this experience from.

I moaned as he slid one finger inside me. “I’ll give you one month.” The hairs on my neck stood on end as his lips brushed my skin. “By then, when I order you to prepare you will do it.”

“Yes, Sir”, I sighed, nearly breathless with arousal now. The sound his finger made as he finger fucked my cunt only confirmed what I had felt. I was ready for him, wet and today… horny.

And he knew it. He let go of me and stepped back. I heard a rustling sound. That were his boxers falling. He would change now.

Slowly I turned around. More and more it had become rather fascinating than appalling for me. Seeing his body change into its other form, stretching, fur growing, the ears, the muzzle and his claws. By now I was pretty sure he could not speak in his other form. The only sounds I had heard from him were animalistic. I remembered the terror I had felt the first time. It seemed so long ago now.

Transformation complete he stood there, panting. His hard cock out of its sheath. Tentatively I took one step forward, raised a hand. “May I?” During the day I had felt all the dogs. From the short gleaming coat of the Great Dane to the fluffy, thick black fur of the big black dog. How would his fur feel? A werewolf.

He nodded and I placed my hand on his chest. The black fur was long, softer that I had expected but I could still feel the human breast underneath. It was a weird islahiye escort bayan sensation, a human torso covered with thick fur. Careful I let my hand trail down, felt the muscles on his stomach. How would his dick feel? So far I had only felt human cocks. It was huge, a vivid red and already glistening with precum. Did I dare?

He flinched as my fingers touched his cock. A sound like a questioning growl escaped his throat and I looked up to his face. Our eyes locked for a moment, I looked away, down again. Careful I closed my hand around his cock. Slick and hot it lay in the palm of my half closed hand. Not for the first time I wondered how he was able to fuck me without inflicting permanent damage to my human body.

He growled again. Eagerly he grabbed my hips with his claws and pushed me towards the bed. I understood and turned around, got on the bed.

Legs as far apart as I could spread them I knelt on the bed, waited for him to mount me. In an instant he was there, slamming his cock in my wet cunt. I cried out in surprise. It hurt, never before had he fucked me this forcefully. Fast and hard he fucked me, his hot breath in my ear. It was hard to bear and I whimpered, tried to hold still.

Growling with pleasure he fucked me, burying himself deep with each thrust, his balls slapping my sensitive clit. I moaned, in pain this time, and held my breath as I felt his knot begin to swell. Twice he shoved his dick deep inside, deeper than I had ever felt him before, than he came with an exited yelp. His knot filled me as he collapsed on top of my trembling body. It was too much and I lost my stance, collapsed myself and lay down on my belly. Buried under this heavy fur blanket I struggled to breath. My face was pressed into the mattress and I was struggling to turn it to one side.

Just as I was beginning to panic I felt him gently wrapping his arms around me and he rolled to his side. Still connected to him I lay in his arms. His heavy head rested on my shoulder while we waited for the time to pass.

I had nearly dozed off, in spite of the pain and the uncomfortable stretching knot in my cunt, when I felt him move again. His cock and a rush of cum left my body, he got up. He got up while I stayed on the bed, sore and tired.

“You can stay here if you like. Just make sure to get a shower before you go upstairs.” “Yes, Sir,” I murmured and closed my eyes again. A short moment later I heard the door. He had left me.

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Son gland violacé attire tes lèvres. Lèche-le délicatement pour l’agacer avant de le prendre en bouche. Flora, tes lèvres doivent s’ajuster au bourrelet gonflé de sang à la base du gland, et ta langue doit parcourir ce gland dans tous les sens, comme si tu léchais une glace. Mordille ses couilles et fais-lui peur avec tes dents, comme si tu allais le châtrer.

Gobe sa queue maintenant. Avance, recule, avance, recule, … très … lentement. Il faut l’impatienter. Tes lèvres doivent garder un contact léger, mais ta langue peut faire ce qu’elle veut. Allonge-toi sur lui, sa langue aussi s’impatiente. Offre-lui ta chagatte, caresse-lui les joues avec le duvet brun et soyeux qui la tapisse. Branle ton minou sur son genç escort gaziantep nez. N’aie pas peur d’écraser ton bas-ventre juteux sur sa figure. Je t’assure qu’il adore. Ecarte bien les cuisses et les fesses, pour qu’il voie s’entrouvrir ton trou du cul. Et redresse-toi, sa langue hardie ne demande qu’à s’y enfoncer. Prends ton plaisir avec sa langue, elle est habile et gourmande, j’en ai fait plusieurs fois l’expérience. Prends ton temps, rien ne presse. Glisse ton clito entre ses lèvres et laisse tranquille un moment sa queue, pour qu’il se concentre sur ton plaisir. Il s’applique, il est tout rouge tellement il a du mal à respirer.

Je devine que ton jeune bourgeon gourmand gonfle entre ses lèvres. Je vois le plaisir t’envahir comme la marée qui monte, tes fesses frémissent et ton ventre s’affole, ton jus lui coule dans les narines et dans les yeux. Serre ses joues entre tes cuisses et tant pis s’il étouffe. Sa mort sera bien douce, entre les cuisses d’une presque-pucelle en train de jouir. Son gland est maintenant comme une grosse olive violacée. gaziantep gerçek resimli escort bayan Retourne à ses couilles et descends jusqu’à son cul, tu lui dois bien une feuille de rose. Sa langue n’a pas été frileuse entre tes fesses, vas-y de même. Sans oublier de mordiller au passage tout ce qui passe à portée de tes dents. Bon, ta langue a bien fouillé son cul, reviens à son gland pour le maintenir au bord de l’explosion. C’est à toi de sentir jusqu’où tu peux aller. Quand il est à point Flora, tu te retournes et tu t’enfiles sur sa tige prête à gicler.

Le retournement a été parfait. Allonge-toi sur lui pour qu’il sente encore la chaleur de tes seins sur sa poitrine. Que tes lèvres gourmandes s’emparent des siennes. Vas-y à fond, plus vite, sans ralentir. Attrape sa langue entre tes dents. Sa jouissance éclate. Continue ta chevauchée. S’il est cardiaque, il y passera, et on aura un macchabée sur les bras! Tant pis on s’arrangera. Mêle ton plaisir au sien, dévore ses lèvres et sa langue comme une parfaite amoureuse.

Après une séance comme ça, ma petite Flora, tu le tiens ton client. Il te donnera tout ce que tu lui demanderas.

— Elle est géniale ta Flora. Si demain elle me refait tout ça aussi bien et sans tes conseils, je l’embauche au Mithuna (*).

(*) Note : Mithuna : Terme sanskrit désignant les couples enlacés sur les hauts-reliefs et les statues érotiques des temples indiens. Ce terme convient parfaitement comme nom d’un bordel de luxe dont la clientèle est saine et sélectionnée.

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Following a painful romantic break-up, some people enter into a new relationship almost immediately, often with less-than-stellar results. Dating too soon after an emotionally charged break-up is known as a rebound relationship, and is almost always considered a bad idea for all parties involved. A person on the rebound may have great difficulty distinguishing between the old romantic partner and the new one, for instance. Whenever a romantic relationship ends, whether amicably or painfully, both parties should allow themselves to go through a real grieving process before pursuing new relationships. In essence, there has been a “death” of a valued relationship, and few people can recover from such an injury in only a few days or weeks. While the prospect of dating someone new, especially someone who has been kept off-limits during the old relationship, may sound like a cure, it rarely ends well. Another problem with rebound relationships is motivation. Some people who feel victimized or humiliated by a bad breakup may feel the need to start a new relationship simply to prove they are indeed over the old one. This action is often primarily directed at former partners, either in an effort to generate feelings of jealousy or to remind them of what they gave up. Neither tactic is a particularly healthy reason to pursue a relationship, and the new partner is not always as understanding or conspiratorial as one might hope.

There are times when a person may feel he or she has fully recovered from a break-up and is truly prepared to re-enter the dating scene, but this may be a premature assessment. If a new relationship starts too soon after a painful break-up, the new partner may become little more than a sounding board for all of the negatives intended for the former partner. Constant comparisons to a former boyfriend or girlfriend can be a sign of an unhealthy rebound relationship, as well as the careful avoidance of almost all dating venues associated with the former relationship.
Because there will almost inevitably be a new relationship following the dissolution of an old one, it is important to recognize the difference between a new healthy relationship and an unhealthy rebound one. Much like a widow or widower, a spurned partner may want to establish a reasonable hiatus from dating until he or she is emotionally ready. Personal counseling may also help prevent someone from entering into a shallow or unhealthy relationship until his or her self-esteem has been fully restored.

Nancy 37 recently divorced, FRIDAY 3:50 p.m. leaving work: Nancy recently out of a five-month-long divorce process and feeling restless after a several dead-end dates. Dying to have some fun. At 3:55 p.m.: Get a text from a friend,
to come to dinner. Nancy is seated directly across the table from me, I assumed, next to her husband. She had a vibrant voice, impeccable manners, and her body movements seem to be fluid as she synchronized her movements with her speech. My hostess, Denise Morgan, introduced me saying, ‘ This is Mr. John Malone, and John, this is Miss Nancy Frost, my lovely friend.’ Then she burst into robust laughter and added, ” You’re aware her father is chairman of the board of Frost bank, a large state bank.” Her eyes, yes, it is her eyes. They are dark brown in color, but appear to have a tint of orange in them. I wonder why they seem to be so full of life. Her hair is auburn adding to her apparent radiant gleam and vivaciousness. I cannot believe how exceptionally attractive this 37 year old woman is. I tried not to gaze at her so intently, it’s impolite to stare. I tried to concentrate upon Denise but I was constantly staring at the exceptionally attractive woman.

At first I was unable to determine what it was that added to the allure of Nancy that had suddenly made me feel like a teenage boy, instead of the 55-year-old business tycoon. I realized the dress she is wearing is the most attractive yellow I had ever seen. It seemed to be silk, yet there is no sheen, the thing that sets off silk from other fabrics. In addition, it is low cut emphasizing the roundness and fullness of her breasts. I could picture in my mind, the light shade of tan that most assuredly colored her nipples and areolas. She was so poised that I was convinced she was married, later I found out she was recently divorced. During dinner, she noted my lusty looks when I was
speaking to the other guests. She would smile when it was appropriate to do so, and occasionally added a few
sentences to the conversation. Most of the time however, she nodded and smiled as decorum dictated. I believed she was looking directly at me and I took her smiles to be a sign of encouragement. Looking around the table, I observed the other men were also watching the charming friend of their host. After dinner, the guests were escorted into the library, with walnut wood covering the walls, and ceiling.

Mingling with the other guests, I found myself face-to-face escort gaziantep rus bayan with the lovely friend of my host, as she smiled, I wanted to pull her into my arms and take her to bed. This female, was in the opinion of the men in the room, the epitome of womanhood. I convinced myself a fling with her would be the ultimate conquest. Nancy willingly went with me, I was the only one she knew since most of the other guests had already left and the other girls were leaving with boyfriends or husbands. We were on the private elevator to my penthouse. I slipped my arm around her holding her close as I kissed and nibbled at the Eros spots on her neck: she sighs with the erotic feeling I’m giving her.
The sensations coursing through her as I slide a hand over the firm gentle rise of a breast. I muse: Damned she is so nice…nice and desirable. Damned what I’d like to do to her tonight. Looking down the front of her dress to the nice sight of her nice small firm breasts, I grinned with lust and desire for her; the little nipples erect and begging to be kissed and sucked. When we reached the spacious penthouse, I closed the door and locked it. Nancy heard the click of the lock and turned as I took her in my arms to kiss her. I slide my hand down along her back to her waist, slipping my fingers under the dress’s waistband at her back. Nancy noticed a large silver bucket with a white linen towel wrapped about it with a green bottle in ice and glasses on the table near the windows.

I led her to a chair at the table. Sitting her in the chair, I took my jacket and tie off then took the bottle from the bucket of ice, showing her the label, Champaign. I popped the cork from the bottle and poured her a glass of Champaign. We toasted and drank two glasses. I kissed her with passion as we sipped the Champaign slipping my tongue into her inviting mouth. Nancy sighed with the feeling of letting me kiss her so much and the feel of my hands moving over her young body. This is what she dreamed about when her divorce became final, letting me make passionate love to her in a romantic setting. As we parted for the moment, getting her breath back she said in a soft quivering voice: ” I–I’ve not done anything like this in a long time.” ” Ssssh,” I said brushing back the long silken curls of her dark copper hair gazing longingly with lust and desire into her brown eyes, ” there’s a first time for everything Nancy. There’s even a first for love and passion after a divorce.” Nancy feels a smile fill her face as I leaned down to kiss her again. ” Do – do you love me then, John?” I nodded my head. ” Yes.” I loved her young body. However, my love is more lust and desire for a young woman than passion. I took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom and over to the bed. I sat Nancy on the edge of the bed then knelt in front of her. She watched me through the haze of
the drinks she’d had now.

A tingling warmth filled Nancy with a heat as I knelt in front of her, a stirring in her made her feel excited that a man would do these things to her again. I gazed up into her brown eyes, my eyes roved over the subtle form of her young body. I liked what I saw. Nancy watched me as I placed my hands on her ankles; the feel of my hands touching her nylon clad legs sent a tingling through her. Her resolve slowly melted as my hands slide up her legs slowly lifting the dress past her thighs and the silk and lace garter at her thigh and the satin garter straps holding up her hosiery. When I met Nancy tonight, I liked what I saw. She is a young divorced woman who wants to be a sexually satisfied in the worst way. Nancy is a very attractive 37 year old woman, she is also the most desirable. In a way, I consider her a hot sexy vixen; she is all woman and more than willing to please an older man. She is willing do anything for me that I want. My hard thick virile cock is aching for the relief of a woman’s nice tight young pussy and the feel of her tightness. I smile approvingly up at Nancy as I gently caress her ass, gently and slowly, not rushing her, I’m enjoying watching her reaction as I caress her legs. Nancy held her breath, as I caress her thighs, I sent shivers of anticipation up her back as she watched me slowly push the dress up until I reach my first goal, her sheer maroon nylon lace panties and matching garter belt.

My cock aching with the need for relief as I look at the fine panties and the soft shadow of her thatch of fine dark shade of downy hair between her legs. Standing, I move on to the bed beside Nancy; taking her in my arms I laid her back on the bed. Nancy looks up at the man who is to become her first lover since her divorce, with a sense of longing and desire. Her long auburn silky hair lays back about her head like a burnished halo. Her arms are laid
back above her head, the full-length opera gloves added to Nancy’s sensuousness and willingness. I gazed escort bayan gaziantep swinger down into her dark eyes seeing a woman willing to let me have my way with her tonight; Nancy is willing to let me make a complete woman of her. Nancy gazed longingly into my eyes as I slide a hand along her side then to the firm gentle rise of her nice small full breasts. The small nipples are erect and hard, pressing against the satin bodice of
the dress. The tempo of her breathing quickens as I cup the small breast in a firm hand; my fingers fondling the erect little rose bud nipple pinching it through the satin fabric bringing a soft moan of delight from her. ” Be gentle, John… please,” she whispers in a voice mixed with fear and awe of her first time since the divorce. ” I – I
don’t know if I can do this…I’ve not been with a man since my divorce became final.”

” Sssh,” I said kissing her as I slipped my hand inside the bodice. ” Nothing to fear, Nancy. Just don’t resist, just give in and be willing is all, you’ll enjoy this as we make love tonight. Would you like me to make a complete woman of you tonight?” ” Will you make love to me, John? I’ll be yours… I’ll do whatever you want…” ” Yes, sweet heart. I’ll make passionate love to you…” Making passionate love is what Nancy wanted to hear from me. She is willing to give herself and her tight unused pussy to me tonight. Holding her on her back I drew the top down from her breasts; sighs of anticipation escapes her lips. With gentle subtle gestures I fondled Nancy’s firm breasts, I kissed her in all the right places bringing sighs and soft moans of delight from her. I kissed her down her breasts, taking my pleasure with each small pert dusky rose bud nipple, her breasts swelled with her arousal. As I nibbled and licked the small nipples, I left little dark love marks on her breasts and places only she would see them later. She moved my hand down to her waist and then under the dress, gathering it up along her legs, again to caress her silken smooth thighs, drawing my hand back up to her hips. I nibbled and sucked at her nipples, then the round firm form of her breast, enjoying the sighs and moans from Nancy as I caressed and stroked the slender form of her legs and thighs.

Nancy drew in a breath as she feels the firmness of my hand on her as I slip it between her legs. It has been a long time since this has happened to her. This is the first time a man has touched her like this since her divorce. Until tonight she could only imagine in her dreams what it would be like to give in to a man and let him have his way with her. She feels my hand pushing between her legs, the strong fingertips pressing firmly into the sheer silk lace against her very tight unused pussy. Then I begin to caress her pulsing pussy with firm gentle gestures, caressing her very tight pussy, the silk rubbing against her pulsing clit sent a thrill of delight through her; Nancy feels the first throes of her arousal as I caress and fondle her pussy. Nancy sighs with contentment as she let me have my
way with her. She feels her hips begin to move in rhythm with my stroking gestures. I sucked, licked and kissed her breasts and back along the tender length of her neck to her ears. I’m kissing and licking in all the right places as I fondle and caress her very tight pussy. Nancy’s hips rose and fell with the caressing strokes of my fingers on her pussy and clit. I can sense that she is close to her orgasm; the wetness of her juices seeping from her pulsing pussy. Nancy is moaning with the sensuous feeling as I brought every nerve alive in her. The strong yet gentle touch of my hand gliding over her body sent waves of ecstasy through her.

” Oh yes, John… oh I’ve have not felt like this in a long time.” ” Sssh, sweet heart, sssh, just relax my sweet heart and enjoy what I am doing…” Smiling with my pleasure, I wanted to make this moment last for Nancy. I knew how to make women crave the sensational feeling of their arousal. Nancy isn’t the first divorced woman I’ve seduced and she won’t be the last. I have a desire for young women like Nancy and have a way with them, know what they crave. Stopping, I just hold my fingers against her pulsing pussy as it throbbed with her arousal, pressing firmly for a moment, then held my hand there enjoying the look of ecstasy in her eyes. Nancy is enjoying this splendid new experience. Nancy feels the firm pressure of my fingers pressing against her pulsing pussy. After a moment Nancy begins moving her hips, rubbing her pussy against my hand wanting to feel my fingers caressing her pussy. Her juices wetting her as I fondle her pussy, my fingers pressing the silk against her pulsing hard clit the movement of her hips made my fingers brush firmly against her swollen clit. I grin with delight as she shifted her hips moving them to give herself pleasure; I’m delighted in her wetness as she gaziantep travesti escort kızlar sighs with the momentary relief of her juices. I begin to caress her a little more, firmly pressing the silk panties against her pussy; Nancy sighs loudly with the erotic pleasure it is giving her. She thrusts her hips, her juices seeping as she savors the feel of my finger pressing into her tightness.

Nancy thrust her hips with vigorous motions against my fingers. Waves of heat washing over her in a tide of pleasurable feelings, she has not experienced in a long time, bringing her to a level of arousal that sent
her tumbling over the edge in orgasm, she cries out with her orgasm. ” Aaaaah…John… Ohhhh…yes!” I smile with pleasure as her orgasm soaks her panties and my fingers. Then I drew my hand back up to the waistband of her panties. Nancy feels tears of fear and anticipation running down her face as she lets me have my way with her for the first time since her divorce. I deftly slip my fingers under the waistband and down to the moistness of her pussy, her downy thatch of hair is wet from her arousal and orgasm. She moves her hips with the caressing of my fingers. ” Ooooh…yes…yess…oh…please…John…Please…be gentle with me, please…” she begs me as she feels my fingers caress her. Then I slip my finger into her throbbing wet pussy, she is so wet, savoring her tightness made it feel good as I caressed her pussy probing the hole. Slipping my finger in just a little, I begin to gently finger fuck the tightness of her. I gently, with firm strokes begin to probe deeper fingering the sweetness tightness of Nancy’s pussy. Nancy is moaning with erotic pleasure of my finger touching and caressing her. My virile monster cock aching, it is so hard; it is as hard as a steel rod.

Nancy gasped as I loosened my pants; my hard thick monster cock is big and thick as a steel rod. I softly moan with the pain of my aching cock. I quickly lower myself on to her: ” Ssh, don’t resist, honey, just be willing and give in now. You’ll enjoy it more that way… tomorrow morning you’ll be a complete woman.” I’m now on top of her, my cock touching and probing her tight pussy; she gasped at the feel of my cock being rubbed up and down her tight pussy for the first time in a long time. Nancy is just right for me, her pussy is unused and wet and ready for my pleasure. Nancy gasped as my cock touched and probed her pulsing womanhood. A shuddering sob of panic caught in her throat; with a deft thrust of my hips, I penetrated tight throbbing womanhood. With a scream from the intense pressure and pain, Nancy thrust her hips to meet me. She cries out as she feels the head of my cock touching and probing her tender vaginal walls. I stop short of raping Nancy’s tightness. I held back slightly letting her become used to the feel of my cock inside her unused and tight pussy for the first time. I did not want to force her just yet. I wanted her to become used to the feeling of me taking her, sliding into her wet tightness for the first time since her divorce. I move in and out with slight gestures of my hips with precise thrusts; Nancy feels the stirring and warmth of her juices as they seep from her with my cock inside her now. Her gasps became moans of pleasure as she realized she is enjoying the feeling of letting me have her body for my pleasure for the first time.

When I knew Nancy was ready with a hard thrust, I took Nancy’s tight pussy, stretching her tender vaginal walls and
popping that gossamer thin tissue that had formed from no sex; she cried out in shock as I force my cock deep into her. Then with skillful thrusts, I begin fucking Nancy; her pussy throbbing with the sensations of her first time; a man is fucking her and she is beginning to enjoy what I’m doing to her; her slender hips rose and fell with my cock as I thrust into her with rapid strokes. Within a few minutes Nancy feels the warm surge of her juices flowing, gasping with the pleasurable release, she feels it again as she gives into the enjoyment of another orgasm. ” Aaahh — Ooooh…oooo…John…yessss!” ” My Nancy…So Tight,” I whisper to her as my hips move up and down with the rhythm of a hammer, thrusting my steel hard cock into her womanhood. ” You’re enjoying this now, aren’t you?” Nancy moved her head as she gazed up at me through her tears of joy and happiness. ” Yes,” she gasps, as she wrapped her arms around my neck. ” I want to be lover, John.” ” You are,” I told her, her gasps and moans coming in rhythm to my fucking her.

Nancy is tight as I thrust into her then slowly pulling out, slowly pushing in alternating getting the feel of her wet and tight pussy gripping my cock. Nancy wraps her arms around my chest, her fingernails clawing and digging into my back. She is moving her hips with me as I set the pace; she is enjoying the feeling of being fucked again. My steady rhythm fucking, driving my cock hard and deep in and out of her. Nancy is bucking up meeting my pace as I drove all the way into her. My cock head pounding her cervix, until I can hold back no longer: ” AAAAhhhhh,” I moaned emptying my cum into Nancy: ” Yes, yes baby!” She moans with the release of her orgasm arching her back with the pleasure I gave her. She is ready and willing to give me what I desired of her.

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Morgan called me the next day after our first date sex session. ” John, I must see you again…I must see you this afternoon. I realized that I was tired of having a man making love and doing things gentle all the time like my deceased husband did. I never experienced raunchy sex until I met you. I have never had a man talk to me like you did. I had never experienced a man ravishing me like a animal and tell me to be quiet. I have never been so sexual satisfied until last night.” ” Come over…plan on spending the night.” I said. Morgan entered the house, closing the door behind her. I grab her throwing her against the wall. Morgan gasps in surprise, and suddenly my lips are on hers. They’re hot, fiery, burning and scorching her skin as they touch her. But she loves every second of it and opens her mouth to let out a moan. My tongue invades her mouth, she challenges me to war with her tongue. Heat flashes over her skin, where I touch her. My growl is very inhuman echoing in the room, intriguing Morgan like nothing ever had. She attacks me, needing to get closer to me, wanting to be one with me. My skin’s fire under her hands and when she threads her fingers in my hair, I let out another of my inhuman deep growls. My hands suddenly yank her off her feet ’til she’s forced to wrap her legs around my waist. I smell amazing. Musk, male and something exotic and animalistic. My hands are everywhere, touching feeling, on her neck, chest, her waist, hips and thighs. She feels feverish; aroused to the point she didn’t care if I took her against a wall in the middle of the street or against a wall. She can feel the wall texture press into her back.

Part of her is revolting, but too much of her doesn’t give a damn. She gasps, tilting her head up with a cry of pleasure as my hands find their way under her dress. Everywhere is hyper-sensitive, her nerves firing off like fireworks. My lips trailing down her jaw, as I bite at her neck hard, hands clawing against her legs. She whines in delight, loving how rough I am. I nip again, seemingly more hungry and aroused when she gasps weakly. My hand fumbles under her dress, fingers finding her clit easily. I flick it and she arches against me, groaning. She’s so wet, she can feel it and smell it. She’s so turned on, so hot she yanks at my hair hard. I snarl against her, teeth biting her shoulder viciously. She makes another sound, and suddenly my other hand is fighting for access to her panties. But I can’t find any way under the fabric. She gasps when I suddenly yank at the dress harshly. It rips away like paper, leaving only the top half intact. My thick fingers curl under the hip straps of her panties. I yank them down without a second thought as Morgan curls her toes. She whispers something she hopes is a sound of approval, but I’m growling again, thick, angry, lustful sounds. I lead her into the small room. It is only a few steps down stairs and made of concrete. Against one wall is a set of chains, a small mattress under it. On the other wall the same, but with a bigger mattress, bigger chains. Morgan didn’t know what to expect, but when I lead her to the small mattress and shoves her onto it, she’s stunned. Soon both wrists are chained, nearly over her head. I step back to admire my handy work. She can see my erection straining against my pants. She tears her eyes away, looking at me. I lean against the doorway calmly. The lust takes over, as she pulls at the chains without meaning to. She wants me to fuck her…She wants me to fuck her hard and fast…She doesn’t care if I break her…She wants to be broken.

She whines, feeling angry, then she realizes she doesn’t care. She’d play along if it means I will finish what I started. Her pussy aching for me like it had never ached for anyone or anything. No man had made her so wet, no man had ever growled and bit her before. She isn’t sure it was pleasure or pain she is feeling. She forces her eyes closed, trying to ignore the waves of heat and the swelling of her clit. Her nipples are hard, her pussy soaked. She tugs at the chains, wishing she had super human strength to tear them from the wall. If she could, she would come to me. ” This is ridiculous!” she snarls. A few minutes later, she is hoping the intensity of the lust would wane. But no such luck. She is cold, but also so hot. Her stomach seems to be full of lava, but it isn’t hot enough. The time slides by like a snail, leaving her to her boredom. I don’t say anything, but stares at her endlessly. She watches me multiple times squeeze my cock through my jeans. Whether looking at me, or not, she had realized both were horrible. Looking at me made her pussy wetter, but looking away made her feel uncomfortable and squirmy. Morgan blinks and frowns at me in annoyance as I unclasp her chains. Her back hits the wall again, and all the fire that had simmered down earlier spikes back up. Her pussy practically begs for me, soaking her panties in desire. Her hands yank at my hair ruthlessly. I snarl, and Morgan gasps as my teeth nick her flesh rather painfully. My hands burn her skin as I search her body. I snarl grabbing and squeezing her breasts roughly. Before she has time to breathe, I show her my monster cock and thrusts into her with one escort jigolo gaziantep forceful push! If she hadn’t been so aroused and wet, I would have hurt her immensely with this abrupt opening of pussy.

I know that she has the urge as much as I do, and that she is well lubricated, by the time I get my steel hard cock inside her. My onslaught is ferocious, if somebody saw us, they would think, I was raping her, but she loves it! I can’t be fierce enough with my grinding into her, the friction my huge cock is causing is way better, then the gentle attempt her husband did. She opens her legs as far as she can, to allow me to thrust inside her as deep as possible, I slam my cock all the way inside her. ” Oh my God, John. You are a bull! What would I do, if I hadn’t found you?” I don’t answer, but concentrate on my approach, kissing her nipples and sucking them until they are erect and swollen, but never relenting with my onslaught on her pussy. The sensations, I’m causing her, are overwhelming, I know, what she needs, as she is cramping with delight and ecstasy. ” John, please come, I can’t hold on much longer… I loose control…” ” One sec, John, one sec…” with this my rhythm is faster, I’m holding her tight pushing in unison and ramming my cock into the deepest corner of her body, hurting her with my ferocious thrusts, until her vagina is raw but irritatingly tingling, and she starts whimpering softly, then starting a desperate scream of delight. ” Shhh, Darling, shhh!” I try to silence her. She growls with sheer pleasure, while she is experiencing the most delicious orgasm. ” John…John…come…please…” She whispers in between her orgasms. ” Oh my God…, you are killing me, John!”
” No, Darling. This is what you came for…You want me to challenge you…rape you…hurt you! You are tired of remembering your husband’s lame love making…You admitted that to me. ” Yes, John, but this is too much!” ” Oh no, Darling, there is never too much of a good thing!” I keep delivering the most punishing thrusts. ” You are a widow.. you need to be taken and satisfied…I will make sure..this experience lasts you till you need to be satisfied again! You won’t be able to tolerate gentle lovemaking, by the time I am finished here with you!”

” Have mercy, John! You are too large, too strong…” She moans in desperation. ” No, Baby. I am the perfect fit for you, I’ll prove it! I fill you completely, up to the brim. The friction is superb, don’t you agree?” ” John, I am still very sore from yesterday.” She exclaims, while she is shaking from another overwhelming orgasm. ” So why did you come?” ” John, I love it, I absolutely love it, I need it, I can’t live without it!” ” That’s right, Darling. And you get it! I will give it to you, all of me!” I start an intolerable crescendo of thrusts, which leaves her aching for more and a new release, she contracts around my tool, which is causing her agony, clinging to me, although she knows, I’m the source of her torment, until we both climax at the same time, shaking and trembling, sweating and moaning, exchanging vows of devotion and expressing our affection and desire, not love, for each other. We are spent and exhausted, I release every last drop of my semen into her, she is exuberant although she is so sore and violated again, she is still panting, when I finally ask her: ” Your deceased husband never gave you raunchy primal sex?” She stared at me. ” No.” I smile. ” So why are you divorced six times?” ” Because my six ex-wives were unable to hand my sexual need…and did not enjoy the raunchy primal sex.”

” It was the same with my hubby. After experiencing raunchy primal sex…it really made me so horny I needed to see you again.” I waited patiently in the bedroom as the smells of soap filled the room, but then I smelled her musky scent. My arousal begins to grow as my body is overpowered by the scent of her musk, Morgan’s fingers toyed with her hardened nipples as the steaming water cascaded over her body. She lowered one hand to cup her smooth sore mound; the swollen lips of her now excited sore pussy filled her hand. Slowly slipping a finger between her lips she feels her juices run over her hand coating her finger. One hand teasing her nipples and one hand teasing her mound. Morgan leaned back against the shower wall slowly thrusting her hips to her fingers rhythm. I sat on the bed licking my lips expectantly as the scent of Morgan’s heat filled my mind. Slowly growing hard again, shifting my weight from side to side as I wait expectantly for her to return. Digging her fingers deep Morgan’s head rolled back as her orgasm overtook her, tugging at erect nipples she rode out the waves of pleasure, feeling the water cleansing her skin again. Slowly reaching over to shut off the water and pull back the curtain, Morgan exited the shower, reaching for a towel. Looking up at the doorway she saw me sitting there stroking my cock. She smiled and said, ” Well, I hope you haven’t been there very long.” Thinking of how she had enjoyed her shower, but knowing I most likely had heard everything. I just looked up into her eyes as she wrapped herself in the towel, drying her hair. She walked into escort bayan gaziantep lezbiyen the room and sat on the bed, still drying her hair. ” I just got cleaned up, I don’t want to have any more sex.” The smell of her heated musk is now so close I’m very aroused again. I watched closely as Morgan continued to dry off, seeing her body slowly revealed again. Her scent held my attention to where she sat on the bed, her thighs slightly apart showing me the swollen lips of her pussy. I moved closer to the bed, wanting to again smell her scent. Her thighs parted a little more as she moved unaware of how close I was now.

Suddenly I pushed her back onto the bed and roughly parted her legs. She feels my tongue push over her mound and between her lips where so recently her fingers and my cock had been. Shocked at this intimate contact again, Morgan tried to gasp a sharp ” John!!..” as she feels my tongue again push into her pussy. What came out instead sounded more like, ” What….JJJJooohhhhnnnnn.” My tongue flattened against her wet lips, slipping between them lapping her sweet juices like a long piece of warm velvet sandpaper. No turning back now, I’m again lapping her pussy as I feel her body reacting. Morgan dropped the towel as she put her hands on the side of my head between her legs, thinking to push me away. The touch of my tongue on her pussy rapidly had the effect of reviving her earlier arousal, unwillingly she feels herself growing wetter and wetter. Pushing hard against my head, she managed to say, ” Oh god, John no….. please nooo…don’t dooo that…” Instead of pushing me away Morgan found that I pushed against her arms, causing her to roll slightly backwards pushing her hips up and into my mouth. Feeling her hands on me, I drove my tongue deeper inside of her pussy, drawing out her juicy heat. Morgan feels herself rolling backwards onto her bed, she tries to steady herself by holding onto my head, but instead causes me to be pulled tighter against her as she fell back onto the bed. She feels me between her legs, as she lay naked upon her bed. As my tongue continues to slip between her folds and her wetness now flows out for me, Morgan continues her protests even as she found herself opening her legs wider to allow me between them. ” Ohh god JJJooohhhhnnn…wwhhatttt…mmmm…pleeeasee nooooo…not again.” Now fully between her legs, I eagerly continue to lap at her juicy pussy, my tongue slick with her juices.

Unseen by Morgan, my cock continues to grow thicker and harder. Initially it was slender and small, but as my excitement for her heat grew, it is becoming thicker. ” Ooohhh godddd… mmmm….John….your tongue…mmm…” Morgan ignored the obscenity of her actions as she begins to hump her pussy at my tongue, caressing her breasts finding her nipples excited and hard, she pinched and pulled at her hardened nipples. I became aware of my growing need hanging below me, knowing I needed to satisfy my new desire. I continue to lash her wetness with my tongue, lapping from bottom to top, as my tongue grazed over her swollen clit, she groans and scoots back farther onto the bed, making me follow her by putting my hands up on the bed. ” OH GOD JOHN!” She moans as my tongue teases her clit wanting to feel more but unable to take the stimulation she scoots back from my tongue, as I followed her onto the bed. ” John… jjjooohhhnnn…oooh,” Morgan moans as now I joined her on her bed loving and licking her nakedness, feeding and drinking in her juicy heat. Morgan wanted now only to orgasm, and opening her eyes she looks into my eyes close to hers as I leaned over her on the bed. ” Make me cum John,” she pleaded to my eyes as I leaned there, she touched my head trying to lower it to between her open thighs again. But I wouldn’t budge an inch, ” Pleeeaasee….” she pleaded Her eyes traveling back over my body, finally seeing my hard monster cock hanging down, slick with excitement.

It is again huge, 9 or 10 inches long and at least 3 inches thick. ” OH My God!” Morgan said in surprise as a drop of clear liquid dripped from my cock onto her skin. ” Ohhh god nooo, no John noooo….” she said as she tries to scoot back on her bed, with her back to the wall, she can’t get away backwards. Morgan rolled to her left side trying to ease out from under me and off the bed, but as she did so she feels me suddenly on top of her, my hands gripping her waist tightly and my cock searching for her wet heat. ” Ohhhh god no no no John!” she cries as she feels what could only be the head my cock poking and prodding her thighs and butt. ” Noooo Joooohhhhnnnn!!!!” she cries. I have to have her. I leaned over her nakedness with my cock hanging down dripping clear drops of lube. Mogan’s eyes widened at the sight of my cock, she tries to scoot back from me and as she turned to the side, the sight of her delicious ass presented itself to me. As if by instinct I lunged on top of her, my hands gripped her waist tightly, pulling her back to me. I thrust my cock at her wildly, as she still tries to scoot away from me, she rolls all the way over onto her stomach. Now she can feel my cock slipping wetly between her ass cheeks as I gaziantep escort masaj salonları sought her opening. Morgan jumps as the cock head stabbed her tight anus briefly. ” Ohhh god no John,” she pleaded as my insistent thrusts continued. Thinking I had found her entrance I push hard but slide past her tight brown anus and glided over her still swollen mound. Morgan put her hands back underneath them both to keep me from getting my cock in her, as she did she raised her butt higher against me and laid her head on the sheets, looking back under her, she sees my cock head shiny with her juices slide between her legs, The size and shape of my cock again kept her attention as she unwittingly raised her butt higher and helped my alignment.

I feel her butt raise against my belly, I took this as her acceptance and slide in against her wetness, the head slipping between her swollen folds I push, finally finding her tunnel. Morgan watched as the head slides between her lips feeling its raw heat against her skin. She groans knowing it is inevitable now that I will take her as my bitch with my cock again. I hunched forward in the animalistic delight of mounting my bitch in heat, my hard cock pushing deep into her wet pussy. Before she can adjust to me, I slide in and out again and again, rapidly beginning to fuck her. Morgan pushes back against me as my cock drives into her hot pussy. The length and girth is filling her and teasing her depths as more and more of it works inside her. As I lay on top of her, my hips driving my cock deep within her, Morgan begins to give herself to me; she humped her ass at my driving cock as I fucked her on her bed. ” OH GOD, FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” she screams as the full length of my cock fills her pussy. My hairy balls rubbing her ass every time I drive into her. I’m groaning as I slam her pussy with my cock, feeling her respond under me. Her humping back to my thrusts assured me that she has surrendered to me. I’m feeling strange stirrings in my loins as I fucked her. Morgan feels my cock swelling it begins to slip in and out of her, growing larger and larger with every thrust. Stretching her lips apart I continue to thrust into her. The growing stimulation has Morgan starting to cum, her ass wildly humping back on my big cock. Moaning and writhing her body covered in sweat as my body is against hers. Suddenly she feels the swelling rubbing her outer lips as it is to big too fit now. This drove her wild and she starts cumming hard against me. I push against her now, trying to get myself all the way in. As she came on my cock, her fluids flowed out over my swollen knot, and with a desperate push, I find myself tied to her, her tight pussy fully filled with my cock.

“Aaaaiiiiieeeee!” The sudden pressure and pain of my knot being pushed inside her had Morgan biting the pillow as her orgasm peaked, then she feels me jerking inside her then suddenly geysering scalding cum into her womb. Jet after Jet coursed through my cock filling her pussy with cum. Morgan almost passed out feeling me orgasm inside her, oblivious to the obscenities presented as she submitted to my bestial desires, she tries to pull away from me as I’m done now, or so she thought. She feels the swollen ball of my knot firmly wedged inside her pussy. She never knew any man that had a knot. Locking the milky flood of my cum into her womb. The pulsing of my cock is keeping her close to cumming again. She starts to rock back and forth trying to get free, my knot stretching and caressing her pussy. Within minutes she feels a sudden tug as my swelling went down enough for us to separate. My cock slides out of her pussy still semi-hard and shining with our cum now. I got down off the bed and left the room, leaving her lying on the bed sweaty and with my blood tinged cum starting to run out of her freshly fucked pussy.Morgan laid there on her stomach, her mind spinning from what had just happened. She feels the pool of cum on the sheets between her thighs. Her pussy still throbbing from being stretched by my knot. The room smelled heavy of sweat and sex. Even now she can’t believe what she had just done, or rather what had happened to her. She has never experienced a sexual experience like this. Getting up off of the bed, Morgan looking down at the large wet stain where she had been laying; its center is a mix of blood and milky white cum. She feel fluids running down her thighs standing there, she needed a shower. Walking over to the bathroom door, still naked, she sees me laying in the bedroom across the hall, my hand holding a towel sliding over my cock, cleaning myself of our juices. The sight of my cock, which was so recently in her pussy made her stare, her fingers traced over her swollen lips feeling their sticky puffiness. Morgan quickly closed the bathroom door and started the hot water to rinse off the afternoon session. In the shower she ran the water hotter than normal and scrubbed at her body trying to cleanse herself of the fact that she had just been with me sexually again. In the steam, water and soap she washed away everything but the fresh memory.

She exited the shower and wrapped herself in a towel, trying to conceal the redness of her freshly scrubbed skin. Rachel quickly moved across the room, closing the door quickly scanning the room to make sure she was alone. Feeling safe she plopped down on the bed, barely missing sitting in the still wet area on the sheets. Brushing her hair again , she paid no notice. The room’s heavy odor of the combined musk filled her mind as she wondered will it happen again.

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The Dallas School Girls Pt. 07: Roxanne

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When my wife first mentioned what she called, The Dallas School Girls, I thought of them as simply a clique of women, and one gay man, all in their 60s who had stayed close friends since middle school. I met most of them at parties or dinners. They were all smart, successful, and quite beautiful.

It wasn’t until after my wife passed away that I learned the real secret of the Dallas School Girls.

I suggest reading at least the intro to this series to help get things started. -Emmerson

The knock on the hotel room door came very early. Wearing only my sweatpants, and Morning wood, I stumbled to the door and opened it, knowing who had knocked.

“Good morning!” Roxanne called out as she threw her arms around my neck and tried to give me a tongue kiss.

“Roxanne, Roxanne, I haven’t brushed my teeth, I’m barely awake.”

“Barely awake is good. Means you haven’t had time to beat away your morning wood. Let me!” She dropped to her knees and yanked down my sweat pants. My eyes were still closed, but I felt her fingers play with my balls as her mouth slid the full length of my cock. Without thinking I thrust into her face. “Oh yes! Fuck my face with this,” she took her mouth of my cock “great” she kissed the tip “big” she licked the underside “yummy” she kissed my balls “cock!”

I could feel the blood pulsing in my suddenly fully erect cock. “Good morning lovely cock. Shall I suck you so I can swallow your cum?” Roxanne started bobbing her head and stroking my cock at the same time “Brushing teeth doesn’t matter with a cock this yummy.”

Her tongue wrapped around the head, licking me with warm, wet strokes. Eyes still closed, I laced my fingers into her hair and pulled her head onto my dick. Her nose was nestled in my pubic hair. I could feel her throat closing on the sensitive ridge. She continued to lick and suck me. I rocked in and out of her hot mouth.

When she took her mouth off my cock, I almost opened my eyes until I felt her warm boobs being pressed on either side of my dick. I knew from experience that Roxanne gave the best titty-fuck and this was to be no exception. As the head of my cock emerged from between her tits, she spit on the swollen purple glans, using it as lubrication to slide her boobs the full length of my cock, focusing on the head.

Roxanne released her boobs long enough to open the button and zipper of her blue jeans. She plunged her hand into her panties, taking the time to stroke herself, quickly gasping at the touch, before reaching up to bring her fingers to my lips, spreading her juice across my face. I inhaled her tangy scent and sucked the fingers into my mouth, my tongue probing between them. The taste was marvelous and I fucked her face harder and faster.

I squeezed my eyes tighter. “Oh, Roxanne you are the best titty-fuck ever!”

“And I love your cock and delicious cum.”

I shoved my cock between her big soft tits. She caught my head in her mouth, sucking hard before pulling her tits back over it. “GOD YOU FEEL SO GOOD! I’M GOING TO CUM!” My dick released long streams of cum over her tits and face. I felt her fingers at my mouth, and again, sucked the flavor of pussy from them. But this pussy had a different flavor. I paused, wondering if Roxanne had fingered her ass, instead, but it was sweeter than that. Before I could settle down to truly taste it, she took the fingers from my mouth, pressing her tits along the head of my cock, collecting my cum and bringing it to my lips.

It was then I realized both of Roxanne’s hands were still on her tits around my cock. I opened my eyes to find the young Hispanic housekeeper standing in our room, holding her skirts in her teeth and pumping her hand into her cunt. Her deep brown eyes glistened when she knew I saw her, and she brought more fingers full of cunt juice to my mouth. Her smile highlighted her dark complexion which blushed from arousal.

“Gracias,” I said.

“Hm?” Asked Roxanne her face still buried in my pubes.

“De nada,” the woman said, returning the hand to her pussy.

It was then that Roxanne looked up. escort gaziantep bayanlar “Oh hello,”

“Mia,” she said, sharing her fingers with Roxanne. Far from being embarrassed or offended, Roxanne kicked the door closed abandoning the housekeeping cart in the courtyard, and grabbed Mia by the wrist and pulled her into the hotel room. When they got to the bed, Roxie dropped onto her back and announced, “Bring me that cunt you magnificent puta!”

Mia looked offended. “I am no whore. I wasn’t the one sucking his dick with the door wide open.” Whore or not, Mia hoisted her skirt around her waist and sat on Roxanne’s face. “But señior is so handsome and his pene is just perfect, you got Mia all wet and I wanted to join in.”

Seeing Roxanne’s lower half sticking from under Mia’s uniform dress and apron, her pants open and half off her hips, I ran to the bed. Mia leaned forward, grabbing my face for a kiss, then went back to riding Roxanne’s tongue.

I quickly removed my clothes, receiving a “Ese pene perfecto” sigh from Mia, and peeled Roxanne’s jeans off her wide hips. I laid at the foot of the bed, my tongue in Roxie’s pussy, licking and sucking as Mia’s epithets, both English and Spanish got louder and more shrill. “Y se come el clítoris de la dama. Mmm” she rocked her hips faster, grinding her clit to Roxie’s mouth. I licked her pussy lips before driving my tongue into Roxanne’s wet cunt. She shrieked and lurched her hips up to my face. I sucked her clit deep into my mouth, letting it drag against my teeth.

“Santa María Estoy teniendo un orgasmo!” Mia screamed as I heard fluid splashing and Roxanne’s gulping and slurping. I kept licking her, sliding two fingers inside and hoping for the same result. Soon Roxie was bucking her hips and screaming my name. She threw Mia’s skirt away from her face, gulping air as she gasped my name again and again until her orgasm grabbed her pussy, constricting it and spewing cum down my throat. We all three sat, gasping and letting our lust-addled minds return to captivity.

“¿Puedo sentarme en su pene también, señor?” Mia said looking at me. I looked to Roxanne, a native Texan. She grinned “she wants to fuck you, now.”

I turned to Mia, stroking my cock to keep it hard and long. “Why didn’t you just ask in English?”

“I was taught to speak impure thoughts in my native language.”

“As if God doesn’t speak Spanish?”

As I walked closer, Mia unfastened the front of her dress and it fell to the floor. Her slim, muscular body shone with sweat. Her panties were still bunched to one side, leaving the lips of her pussy and her clit exposed, pink and dripping. I pulled her into a hug, absorbing the smell of her orgasm mixed with cleaning supplies. She tilted her head up and we kissed. She licked Roxanne’s pussy from my lips and cheeks. Her arms snaked below mine, her fingernails tracing the muscles of my back.

I unclipped her bra and she lowered her arms, letting it fall away. Her tits were simply beautiful. Her deep tan outlined the lighter colored curves which highlighted the even darker areolae. They were wide and swollen, pushing the fingertip nipples out in firm nubs. She pulled the waistband of her panties, which resisted coming down, wadded up at the apex of her thighs.

“Dear God, Mia you are lovely.” Roxanne was kneeling on the bed, her hands between her legs, plumbing her pussy and strumming her clit.

My cock rose up between Mia’s legs. She allowed her hips to sway forward and back, pulling me though her thick, dark pubic hair and across her clit. She moaned softly as I kissed her breasts. “It is the fantasy of every housekeeper to fuck a guest. No matter if it’s one of the older grannys past her prime or young and vibrant.”

“Like you, Mia.” I licked her navel.

“We all have a different fantasy. For some it’s the visiting movie star, for others the famous sports figure. I always wanted a good-looking couple who are open about sex as a way to have fun and share love.”

My tongue teased her pubic eskort bayan gaziantep hair, tasting the cum from earlier.

“So when I was going by and saw señora sucking your perfecto pena in the doorway, I knew I had to ask.”

I stood back up, kissing her again, as I backed her toward the bed.

“Of course,” she seemed embarrassed, “I was a little worried after what the staff found yesterday,” she wrinkled her cute nose. “But I thought, Mia, you’re a big girl. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“That was a one-time thing with a particular person,” I stroked her cheek. “We won’t be doing that today.”

“Oh,” she glanced at Roxanne, a flash of disappointment in her eyes. Roxie looked at me, confused, not having heard of my time with Jill the previous day.

I kissed Mia once more as the back of her legs touched the bed. She lay back, spreading her legs as I stepped between them. Her eyes focused on my cock, which bobbed and pulsed as blood rushed in. Roxanne scampered her naked butt to one side, making room when I took Mia’s wrists and we stretched the width of the large bed.

“Is this your fantasy, Mia? To be taken by a stranger with a large cock and a hunger for your sex? To be watched by a big-breasted stranger who masturbates until you can smell her sex from only a few feet away as she pours cum onto the same bed you are using for your immoral purposes? To be fucked, deep and long and fast until…”

“Santa Maria! Will you shut up and fuck me?”

I heard Roxanne snicker as I shoved my dick in Mia’s soaked pussy. As impatient as she was, the housekeeper was still surprised by the force and depth of that first thrust.

“Aw, fuck!” she shouted.

I laid on top of her as I slid up and back, letting our pubes mingle and my cock drag against her clit. She gripped my shoulder blades, pulling us closer as she spewed a string of oaths in Spanish. I thrust faster, leaning down to suck first one nipple than the other.

“God yes. THIS! This is what I want!”

She bounced her hips up to mine, faster and harder, slamming her clit into my pubic bone. Missionary position had never been so intense.

“Oh fuck,” I started yelling in time with her thrusts. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” I could feel her pussy grabbing at my cock.

“Aw yes,” I heard Roxanne moan and glanced up to see her tits squeezed between her arms as both hands rubbed frantically between her legs.

Mia bent her legs so her knees were at her breasts, bringing her hips forward and her clit in direct contact with my shaft. Each time I pushed in or pulled back my cock would drag along the sensitive button.

“Oh mi amor. You fuck so good. Going to make me…oh yes!”

I fucked her hard, shoving my cock deeper as I felt it expanding. My balls tightened. “I’m going to cum, Mia. Where do you want it, mi amor?”

“In my cunt,” Mia screamed.

“In my mouth!” Roxanne yelled, her mind a jumble of lust, her fingers a blur on her clit.

I slammed the head of my cock against Mia’s cervix as my balls emptied themselves into the hot wet cunt.

¡Oh joder, sí, mi amor!” she screamed, dragging her clit through my pubic hair. “Tu esperma caliente me está haciendo llegar al orgasmo. ¡Vete a la mierda señor! ¡No dejes de follarme!”

Her body convulsed and her cunt opened wide, letting her cum splash around my cock, spurting as I continued to fuck her.

Roxanne grabbed my shoulders, pushing me onto my back next to Mia. “Give me that cum!” she ordered, throwing her leg over my face. “Yours and hers I want it all!”

Roxie licked my pubes and sucked my still-hard cock as she shoved her cunt in my face. I licked her clit, caught up in the madness of the moment! Then I felt Mia’s delicate fingers in my chest hair. She moved her face next to mine, kissing my cheek and licking Roxie’ juices from my face. “She tastes wonderful,” Mia cooed, “doesn’t she?” I grunted an assent. “And now she’s sucking my cum off your beautiful cock. That is so goddamn hot. I may cum again just gaziantep bayan eskort thinking about it.” She tilted her head and slipped her tongue, flicking at Roxanne’s clit. I moved my tongue to push into her pussy.

“Ooooh two tongues at once at my cunt. Amazing.”

I let go of Roxie’s head with one hand and slid it along Mia’s thigh until I found her pubic thatch. She sighed, pressing her hip into my hand. I slipped my fingers though her pubes, over her clit and into Mia’s pussy.

“Your cunt is hot.” I groaned.

“And whose fault is that, sexy man?”

It didn’t take long for all of us to climax. Mia helped me drink Roxanne’s cum from her convulsing cunt. Roxie sucked my cock dry as I humped her face again and again. Mia shivered her small orgasm onto my fingers, sighing “So nice, mi amor.” Before I brought the fingers to our mouths, sharing her cum, saying “You taste rather wonderful yourself.”

“Mmm. Yes I do. I want to taste your cum from your cock.”

I stroked her cheek and swam in her dark eyes. “And you will, but not today.”

“Because today is Roxanne and Ryan?”

Roxie climbed off me, dipping her fingers in her pussy to clean herself up. “I’m Roxanne.”

I blinked at Mia, confused. She giggled. “We snoop, we talk. You think we don’t know about the list of names and dates in the nightstand?” She stood up, her pussy dripping, “And the bottle of lube? Are you a Gigolo? You certainly have the body of one, and you fuck like one.”

Roxanne laughed, “No one is getting paid here. He’s just a great fuck and that list is a bunch of MILFs who can’t get enough.”

“Is Ryan a MILF?”

I stood up next to Mia, noticing for the first time how petite she was, big tits notwithstanding.

“Ryan’s gay,” Roxanne offered as if that explained everything.

Mia turned to me slowly, her eyes widening. “Are you…?”

“Bi-sexual, evidently. I love ass-play and have enjoyed sucking a cock or two.”

Her eyes focused on something far away. “Bi-sexual. Handsome, big cock, loves to fuck and eat pussy…and do ass stuff. Are you married?”

“Widowed.”

“But seriously attached.” Roxanne jumped in on Jan’s behalf.

“How seriously?”

I gestured to the room, “She set all this up to share me with her friends.”

“She shares,” Mia reached around, fingering my anus. “I love her.”

“We all do,” Roxanne grinned, “as often as possible. She can suck a cunt almost better than this guy. And if you want your asshole licked, she’s your gal.”

Mia turned to me, pressing her tits to my chest and pushing her finger deeper into my ass. “I want my asshole licked! Will you introduce us? Is she beautiful? Will she lick my ass while I suck the cum from your cock?”

“Yes, to all those things.”

Mia stood on her toes to kiss me, her tongue reaching deep into my mouth as her finger pumped my ass with a delightful force. I pushed her away, gently. “But not today.”

Mia looked disappointed, but not angry. She took the finger from my butt and sucked it coquettishly. My dick was hard immediately. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

She started stroking me. “Soon?”

“As soon as we can mi amor.”

“I love a happy ending,” Roxanne was getting dressed. She paused, bending down to kiss Mia’s butt cheeks. “Almost as much as a happy rear ending.”

Mia wiggled her ass and giggled before she began gathering her clothes. When she bent to pick up her bra, I quickly licked my middle finger and slid it into her tight asshole. “FUCK!” She screamed and stood up quickly. I pulled her into another hug, letting my erect cock nuzzle her pubic hair. I slid my finger in and out, slowly. “Very soon,” I whispered. She sighed as I took my finger out and sucked it, if not coquettishly, then lustfully.

“Aw, fuck me.” She quickly scribbled on a business card. “That’s my cell. Call or text anytime you and … “

“Jan,” Roxanne and I said at the same time.

“Anytime you and Jan want to get together.”

My phone chirped. I looked at the screen, “Text message from Ryan. He’s on his way up.”

“Probably undressing in the elevator at this moment. Come on, Mia. We don’t want to miss out.”

“I think only you do that Roxanne.” I picked up my dirty clothes and found some clean ones. “Have fun ladies. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Evidently there’s nothing you won’t do,” Mia flipped up the back of her dress, flashing her asshole.

“Anything for you, Mia.”

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