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(traduit de « Sorority Spite» par Cindy Silver Eyes)

« Hey, Cindy, on a une surprise pour ton anniversaire…

— Vraiment? »

L’étudiante de première année fut toute excitée par cette nouvelle, et non parce que des filles presque nues entraient et sortaient des douches après leurs exercices physiques. Cindy avait rejoint l’équipe de volleyball féminine de l’université privée de Boston très vite après son arrivée sur le campus, dans la continuité de son parcours sportif du lycée. Elle y avait été capitaine de l’équipe de volley féminine, capitaine de l’équipe de relais féminine, capitaine de la troupe de pom-pom girls, et, bien sûr, reine du bal de fin d’année… Mais ce qui était bien plus dur que tous ces postes était de parvenir à entrer dans la sororité ΧΠΣ — elle était bizutée pour y entrer depuis déjà deux mois, suivant les traces de sa sœur Cathy qui en avait été membre quand elle était étudiante à l’université de Boston…. En fait, la plupart des filles vraiment canons étaient à la fois membres de la sororité ΧΠΣ, et membres de l’équipe de volley. Sa sœur était une ancienne de ΧΠΣ, et cela comptait beaucoup pour devenir membre — Cindy avait donc présumé qu’elle allait être accepté facilement, et ce même si elle était bien plus timide que les adhérentes typiques de ΧΠΣ… Elle était impatiente que l’horrible procédure d’admission finisse, surtout maintenant que la fin de la période de bizutage n’était plus qu’à deux jours.

C’était Brooke Masters qui s’était montré la plus grosse garce de toutes pour sa candidature, et elle était aussi l’actuelle présidente de ΧΠΣ… Aussi, Cindy était franchement surprise de l’entendre parler d’une surprise d’anniversaire pour elle… Mais c’était pourtant vrai : aujourd’hui était son anniversaire, Cindy venait d’avoir ses dix-huit ans.

« C’est merveilleux! » Cindy sourit à Brooke — peu importe à quel point elle était exaspérée par l’arrogance de celle-ci, il valait mieux l’avoir de son côté — en tout cas jusqu’à l’étape du bizutage soit fini. « Alors quelle est ma surprise? »

La nouvelle étudiante était entourée de consœurs à moitié nues, toutes gloussantes et murmurantes entre elles…

« Oh, eh bien, tu connais mon petit-ami? Rob? »

Bien sûr, Cindy connaissait Rob — lui et Brooke formaient un couple parfait ; il était le capitaine de l’équipe de foot américain et il n’avait rien à envier à Brooke en matière de fatuité. Il était, paraît-il, le dernier rejeton d’une longue famille d’héritiers de Nouvelle-Angleterre et il aimait jouer les m’as-tu-vu, au point de circuler sur le campus en BMW…

« Oui, et bien… quel rapport avec Rob? demanda la bizute blonde.

— Le truc, c’est que… comment dire? Que je lui ai, en quelque sorte, promis un cadeau vraiment chouette s’ils gagnaient leur match de samedi… » — et c’est ce qu’ils avaient fait, détruisant l’équipe de Syracuse qui jouait pourtant à domicile. Les mecs étaient encore en train de se vanter de leur victoire trois jours plus tard, gueulant et blaguant dans le vestiaire d’à côté. Et ayant eux aussi finit leur entraînement en ce moment, il était impossible de ne pas entendre leurs hurlements déchaînés à travers les minces murs.

« Ok… et?

— Et donc, ce que je lui ai dit, c’était que, s’ils gagnaient la partie, et bien, voyons… j’ai dû dire à Rob quelque chose… à oui! Qu’ils auraient une jolie bizute bien roulée à gang-banger… oh, et pour rien de moins que trois ou quatre bonnes heures.

— Quoi!!!? »

Brooke s’était placé si près de Cindy que la grande brune aurait pu lui rouler une pelle si elle en eut envie…

« Ouep — et il y a ça… » — soudainement, Brooke révéla dans sa main droite une culotte froissée toute rose. Cindy la reconnut immédiatement comme sienne.

Et avant que Cindy puisse protester sérieusement, deux filles placées derrière elle lui saisirent les bras. Elle commença à s’affoler quand elle sentit qu’on lui serrait quelque chose aux poignets — C’était comme si on lui avait passé une de ces nouvelles menottes en plastique… Elle ouvrit la bouche pour crier, mais elle fut promptement réduite au silence par son propre sous-vêtement, puisque Brooke lui remplit la bouche de la culotte. S’assurant qu’elle y reste bien enfoncée en lui nouant un cordon autour de sa tête…

Alors que la jeune étudiante se débattait contre les filles qui la retenaient, il se dessina sur le visage de Brooke une expression de moquerie: « Franchement, je doute que ce bâillon reste en place bien longtemps, vu le nombre de bites que tu peux t’attendre à pomper ukraynalı gaziantep escort aujourd’hui. Mais ce sera aux garçons de décider — nous, on fournit ce qu’on a promis, et eux, ils font comme ce qu’ils en veulent… »

Cindy se débattait comme si elle avait pris feu. Mais maintenant deux autres filles de plus étaient venues seconder les premières, et elles l’immobilisaient complètement…

« Oh, arrête de protester, petite salope, » le sourire de Brooke s’élargit : « on sait que tu vas adorer te faire gang-banger par l’équipe… On est au courant de tous tes fantasmes secrets de pute… Eh oui, Mandy nous a tout raconté… »

Le visage de Cindy prit une teinte rouge vif, elle se tourna sur sa gauche, posant son regard sur une des filles qui lui tenait les bras ; c’était Mandy, elle aussi étudiante de première année et bizute à la même sororité. Il y avait eu une sorte de rivalité entre les deux filles dès qu’elles s’étaient rencontrées, mais tout de même! Elles étaient dans le même bain, toutes deux bizutes!

« Ouep, tu as été bien imprudente de laisser le mot de passe de ton portable alors que Mandy traînait autour — elle s’est montrée assez aimable pour venir me présenter tous les trucs de perverses que tu télécharges d’internet — et purée, t’es quand même une vicieuse sacrément refoulée, toutes ces histoires de tournante, tout ce bondage de merde… Je parie que tu n’attends que ça, d’écarter les jambes pour les mecs… Alors voilà ton cadeau d’anniversaire : une pièce pleine de blancs-becs qui crèvent d’envie de te sodomiser le cul à la queue leu leu! Comme dans ces histoires de cul que tu télécharges…! »

Le reste des filles approuva en se mettant à rire et à applaudir… Cindy recommença à se débattre, mais en vain : Brooke et le reste des filles se mirent à se rhabiller calmement, prenant des tours pour garder Cindy sous leur emprise. Bientôt, Cindy fut la seule à rester nue.

Elles la traînèrent hors du vestiaire – bien qu’elle assena des coups de pieds et tentait de crier à travers dans son bâillon-culotte. Brusquement elle se retrouva dans le couloir d’entrée du centre sportif de l’université. Ce couloir où étaient alignés tous les posters, les photos des héros passés de l’Université de Boston, les coupes, les médailles… Elle était passée à travers ce même couloir des centaines de fois dans son uniforme de sport, que ce soit pour aller vers le gymnase, où vers les tribunes — elle était mortifiée d’y être maintenant poussée à poil et attachée… Et vers un vestiaire plein de garçons hurlant et braillant…

Elles arrivèrent à la porte du vestiaire pour homme, Cindy agitait la tête en panique et grognait de manière incohérente.

« Maintenant chérie » souffla Brooke, « ne fait rien que je ne fasse pas! ». Toutes les filles se marrèrent, bien que Cindy, elle, continue de gronder…

Brooke donna un coup de pied dans la porte pour l’ouvrir, elle saisit Cindy par les cheveux et la poussa à l’intérieur. Immédiatement, les garçons arrêtèrent de se crier l’un sur l’autre pour rester la gueule grande ouverte.

« Brooke, ma chérie… » cria Rob. « Qu’est-ce que tu nous apportes là?

— Rien qu’une p’tite salope pour faire la fête…! » Brooke rigola et cligna d’un œil joyeux vers son petit ami qui était juste couvert d’une petite serviette. « Vous les garçons, faites-lui passer du bon temps — cette chienne est une grosse perverse et elle adore un bon gang-bang… »

Quelques mecs rugirent et se firent un high-five, pendant que le reste était déjà en train de mater le corps dénudé de Cindy avec une faim de loup et des regards de jeunes coqs agressifs…

« Et je veux voir toutes ces activités documentées! » gueula Brooke, avant de jeter une caméra à Rob, qui l’attrapa en plein vol — la brunette referma la porte de l’extérieur, pendant que les mecs criants et braillants assaillaient l’étudiante nue…

*****

Six heures plus tard, une BMW vint s’arrêter dans un crissement de pneu en face de la sororité ΧΠΣ… Deux heures du matin venaient de sonner. La porte passager fut ouverte brutalement et Cindy propulsée dehors : elle était couverte d’un peignoir pour homme trop grand pour elle et qui lui flottait autour.

Elle s’écroula sur la pelouse entourant le bâtiment, crevée et bien cuitée par tous les whiskys qu’on lui avait fait boire… Deux filles de la sororité la ramassèrent et la remirent debout « Eh bien, regarde ça, il y en une qui a pris son pied…! » dit l’une d’elle, pendant qu’on menait gaziantep ukraynalı escort Cindy à l’intérieur de la sororité… Elle fut portée jusqu’à la plus proche salle de bain et fut vite poussée sous une douche chaude – bien qu’elle réalisa dans un coin de son cerveau que c’était la dernière chose à faire si elle comptait porter plainte… Bien vite après, elle s’assoupit…

*****

Quand Cindy finit par se réveiller, il était presque quatorze heures — elle ouvrit des paupières lourdes. Elle avait dû se faire traîner dans la chambre, car elle se retrouvait dans un des lits de la sororité. Elle s’appuya sur ses coudes — elle était nue sous les draps.

Elle sortit du lit, enfila un des t-shirts « Eagles » de l’équipe de sport de l’université de Boston — Par chance, il était assez grand pour cacher son sexe.

Elle sortit de la chambre et descendit les escaliers jusqu’au salon de la sororité…

« Eh bien, eh bien… Mais qui a fini par se lever?! »

C’était Brooke : « tu te sens mieux après la teuf d’hier?

— Putain de salope… siffla Cindy

— Les filles! » dit calmement Brooke, et aussitôt trois filles saisirent Cindy, encore une fois.

« Laissez-moi seule! j’en ai plus rien à foutre de votre sororité de merde…! » cria Cindy avant de se faire à nouveau bâillonner, cette fois avec une balle rouge. Les filles la traînèrent au sous-sol, sans qu’elle tente de s’échapper… elle était trop fatiguée pour se débattre.

Elles la portèrent jusqu’à la zone des lave-linge, et la placèrent sur le couvercle d’une des vieilles machines — rapidement on lui ligota les mains derrière son dos en les attachants aux longs tuyaux courant le long du mur. Puis, elles lui écartèrent les jambes, et attachèrent chaque cheville à l’un des tuyaux. Ainsi elle était laissée assise en haut du lave-linge, ses cuisses écartées de part et d’autre de la machine et sa chatte bien visible trônant au milieu de la grosse machine métallique. Elle pouvait à peine remuer.

Brooke s’approcha d’elle en souriant, elle enfonça ses doigts sur l’encolure du t-shirt de Cindy — « Je déteste faire ça à un t-shirt de l’école, mais… » – et elle déchira le t-shirt de haut en bas, jusqu’à ce que le t-shirt lacéré tombe sur le sol, laissant Cindy complètement nue — l’étudiante se sentit monter le rouge aux joues.

« Oh oh, mais quelle vue…! siffla Brooke – bon, maintenant doit-on jeter un œil à ta fiesta d’hier? »

Il y avait en effet un dispositif de cinéma dans le sous-sol — et une des filles inséra le caméscope de Brooke dans le vidéoprojecteur. Aussitôt apparut sur un écran de projection l’enregistrement de ce qui s’était déroulé hier dans le vestiaire pour homme de l’équipe de foot…

Les yeux de Cindy s’écarquillèrent sous le choc — elle se voyait de retour là-bas, suçant l’énorme bite d’un gigantesque noir, et elle ne semblait pas être forcée de le faire. Tout au plus couverte de sueur et avec l’air de s’être fait baiser de fond en comble…

« On a fait un peu de montage sur l’enregistrement, on a choisi les meilleurs morceaux… » ricana une des anciennes de la sororité… « Et Dieu sait qu’on avait plus qu’assez de choix, avec les cinq heures de bande…

— Hmm… ça me semble être des relations tout à fait consenties pour moi…! » estima Brooke comme si elle était impartiale, « Une salope perverse obtenant le gang-bang dont elle rêvait depuis longtemps… Comme toutes ces abominables et perverses fantaisies qu’elle télécharge d’internet le prouve! Et de toute façon, on a vingt filles et vingt mecs pour en témoigner…! »

Cindy s’affola en réalisant que Brooke avait raison — tous ceux qui verraient cet enregistrement concluraient qu’il n’avait rien d’interdit en cours… À part le fait qu’elle se fasse gang-banger comme une grosse salope par toute l’équipe de foot.

« Et chérie… commença Brooke avec sourire suffisant — si dorénavant tu ne parviens pas à donner pleine satisfaction aux membres d’ΧΠΣ, on mettra en ligne le site web : www.cindycooperbaiselequipedefoot.com… et on n’oubliera pas d’y inclure toutes ces immondes fantaisies que tu as téléchargées. On se fera un plaisir de faire voir ça à… absolument tout le monde! Alors, qu’est-ce que tu en dis? C’est pas génial? »

Cindy regarda Brooke avec de la panique dans les yeux…

« Mais J’ai une bonne nouvelle pour toi : tu as finalement réussi à intégrer notre sororité! »

Un fou rire se répandit parmi les filles à cette annonce…

« Comme gaziantep ukraynalı escort bayan l’esclave de la maison! »

Les filles se mirent à applaudir et à rugir joyeusement.

« On a besoin d’une esclave qui se conduise bien, obéissante, qui nous fasse nos lessives, nous serve nos boissons… »

Il y eut encore plus de rires et de vivats…

« Oui, les filles, continua Brooke, quand notre petit copain à un pote qui s’ennuie, à quoi servirait Cindy si ce n’est à le distraire? »

« Ou imaginons qu’on doive se préparer un examen… et que l’on veuille s’assurer que notre copain ne déconne pas avec une pétasse malsaine — eh bien, on a juste à lui offrir les services de l’esclave de notre sororité…! »

« Ouuuuu…! » une des filles fit entendre son opinion, « si l’équipe remporte le prochain match et souhaite se faire un autre gang-bang pour fêter leur victoire…! »

Il y eut un applaudissement sonore et des cris enthousiastes à cette proposition — bien que Cindy, elle, écoutait cette idée en pure terreur…

« Sans oublier… » une des anciennes enchaîna ; « que certains parmi nous aimeraient se faire brouter la chatte, hein? »

Il y eut encore une ovation unanime… « je veux dire, bien sûr, on ne tolère pas de gouines chez ΧΠΣ, mais je dirais pas non s’il faut occuper la langue de notre petite esclave, je la ferais travailler là-dessous pendant un booon et looooong moment…! »

Brooke se tourna vers Cindy : « En fait, moi-même, j’aime assez me faire lécher le trou du cul… »

Cindy la regarda, dans ses yeux un dégoût absolu.

« Tu sais pourquoi on te fait subir tout ça ma petite choute? Je veux dire, en dehors du fait qu’on va adorer avoir une petite esclave maison à notre disposition? Hmm? Eh bien, ta salope de sœur… Cathy? Cette hautaine, gonflante sainte-nitouche de merde? Elle nous a fait vivre un enfer quand on était bizute… et même après, elle a continué à nous pourrir la vie… C’est vraiment une conne de première, non? Je suis trop impatiente de lui montrer que j’ai transformé sa petite sœur adorée en lécheuse de trou de balle…! Je me demande ce qu’elle accepterait de faire pour reprendre tes sextapes? Elle a prévu de te rendre visite bientôt? »

« Bon, on a fait le point, je crois… sourit Brooke. Pourquoi ne restes-tu pas ici pour regarder le reste de l’enregistrement, nous on remonte se prendre quelques bières… Et on en profitera pour réfléchir à ce qu’on prévoit de faire de toi ce soir, Hmm? »

Cindy n’était évidemment pas en position pour faire entendre son opinion, attachée et bâillonnée comme elle l’était, mais son désarroi était palpable… Désespérée, elle regardait la vidéo de ses exploits sexuels alors que les filles commençaient à monter une par une…

Ce ne fut que dix minutes plus tard que Mandy descendit les escaliers…

Elle s’approcha de Cindy en abordant un air arrogant…

« Eh bien, tu sais la nouvelle, camarade? Je viens juste d’être acceptée dans la sororité, c’est officiel! Donc je suppose que ça fait de moi, eh bien, l’une de tes Maîtresses désormais… »

Mandy retira ses baskets et ouvrit la porte de la machine à la laver, elle jeta ses chaussures dedans. « Tu sais, ces machines là, elles sont sacrément vieilles. Elles tremblent, vibrent comme des malades. Surtout quand il y a quelque chose d’encombrant dedans, comme des baskets…! Alors ça ne te gêne pas que je mette le programme long en route, non? »

Elle poussa le bouton, et la machine sembla prendre vie, s’ébranlant, cognant, se secouant. L’impact sur la chatte exposée de Cindy fut immédiat – elle gémit quand elle sentit son minou se mettre à vibrer à l’unisson de la machine.

« Je reviendrais tout à l’heure pour vérifier comment tu t’en sors, et remettre la machine en route pour quelques heures… » Mandy sourit, « Normalement, elle devrait être capable de te mettre dans un état de chienne en chaleur, mais pas puissante assez pour que tu puisses -ahh- jouir pour de bon! Alors, disons que dans environ six heures, tu devrais être à point pour mourir d’envie de te faire prendre dans un nouveau gang-bang bien sauvage, »

Cindy gémit dans son bâillon…

Des gouttes de sueur coulaient sur sa peau nue…

Elle devenait de plus en plus excitée…

Le ballottement et tremblement de la machine à laver était déjà en train de la rendre fiévreuse.

Mandy ricana : « Tu savais que j’étais bi? »…

Elle se pencha, et agrippa Cindy par les cheveux, elle embrassa longuement les lèvres de Cindy par-dessus son bâillon ; de sa main libre, elle en profita pour presser un des seins de Cindy et lui pincer méchamment le téton.

« J’ai voulu te baiser au moment où je t’ai vu — et, chérie, je vais vraiment adorer te mener à la baguette… »

Moqueuse, elle fit un signe d’adieu de la main à sa camarade bizute, et tourna les talons pour remonter.

Cindy ne pouvait rien faire, si ce n’est gémir silencieusement dans son bâillon…

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Voici une histoire en 13 parties sur le thème de la soumission d’une enseignante.

Il s’agit d’une traduction d’un texte de « Anne ».

Avertissement : Certains passages sont assez durs et peuvent choquer. Si vous avez l’âme sensible, fermez cette page.

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1 – L’arrivée à l’école.

Les bâtiments étaient vieux et respiraient la tradition. Anne aimait ce lieu avec le grand parc qui entourait cette école. Elle était heureuse d’avoir pris ce travail dans cette école privée plutôt que dans une école publique. Elle suivit l’allée qui contournait le bâtiment jusqu’au parking du personnel. Bien que ce fût le jour juste avant la rentrée scolaire, il n’y avait qu’une demi-douzaine d’autres voitures. Elle trouva facilement une place pour sa petite Clio. Saisissant son petit sac, elle se dirigea vers la porte d’entrée. Elle se dit qu’elle récupérerait sa grosse valise plus tard, quand elle saurait où elle logerait.

Elle poussa la porte et se retrouva dans un long couloir désert. Incertaine, elle marcha en écoutant le son de ses pas. Apparemment la direction n’était pas fan de l’affichage des différents lieux. Il y avait des chiffres sur les portes mais aucun panneau n’indiquait où se trouvaient les bureaux de l’administration et celui du directeur.

Anne avançait en cherchant quand, tout à coup, deux adolescents sortirent d’une pièce. Les deux jeunes semblèrent tout aussi surpris qu’elle, mais après l’étonnement, deux paires d’yeux scrutèrent son corps puis se posèrent sur sa poitrine. Bien que Anne connaisse l’effet de ses gros seins sur les hommes, elle essayait toujours de les cacher dans des soutien-gorge amples. Elle rougit et s’efforça de rester calme. Elle se dit que ça ne servirait à rien de s’énerver la première fois qu’elle rencontrait des étudiants.

– Bonjour, je suis nouvelle ici. Pouvez-vous me dire où se trouve le bureau du directeur?

Bien qu’ils aient du mal, les deux garçons levèrent leurs yeux sur son visage. Un des deux, blond, ayant environ 18 ans sourit :

– Bien sûr mademoiselle. Au bout du couloir, à gauche, la dernière porte.

– Merci messieurs.

Elle repartit. Les garçons avaient l’air amicaux. Elle expira et sourit de sa nervosité. Elle trouva la porte désignée assez rapidement et se présenta au directeur. Lui aussi sembla amical et accommodant. Il avait un peu plus de cinquante ans, légèrement chauve et un peu en surpoids. Après quelques minutes de discussions sur la météo et son voyage, il en arriva aux choses sérieuses :

– Bien Mademoiselle POISTOUT, je suis sûr que vous êtes impatiente de savoir en quoi votre travail ici va consister. Je sais que c’est un peu inhabituel, mais puisque votre prédécesseur nous a quitté assez soudainement, vous allez devoir vous occuper d’une de nos deux classes de dernières années. Elle a 17 élèves dont douze garçons et 5 filles. Ils sont tous très bien. En vérité tous nos élèves se comportent très bien. Bien que comme vous le savez sûrement, les adolescents peuvent être chahuteurs. Monsieur BERGER s’occupe de l’autre classe et je suis sûr qu’il se fera un plaisir de vous aider. Êtes-vous prête pour cela?

Anne répondit en souriant :

– Oui bien sûr! Je sais qu’il me faudra de l’aide pour comprendre mon travail, mais je suis prête à travailler dur et à prendre conseil auprès des enseignants plus expérimentés.

Le directeur sourit :

– c’est l’esprit de ce pensionnat. D’autre part, vous devrez prendre des tours en tant que surveillante de dortoir, ou maîtresse de maison comme vous voulez.

Ils partagèrent un sourire avant que le directeur ne poursuive :

– Mais il y a un problème. Vous allez partager la responsabilité de la maison Emile ROUX qui abrite les 35 élèves de dernière année, avec Monsieur BERGER et deux autres enseignants. Il y a deux ailes, garçons et filles, bien sûr. Tous les professeurs doivent s’en occuper environ deux fois par semaine. Le problème, c’est que nous sommes à court de logements. Votre prédécesseur était marié et avait une maison dans le village. Ici, il n’avait qu’une petite chambre, juste pour ces soirs de service.

Anne l’interrompit.

– Mais je pensais que j’aurais un logement ici, je n’ai pas pris de disposition pour une location ailleurs. C’est dans le contrat d’ailleurs.

Le directeur leva la main.

– Attendez! En fait, vous avez un bel hébergement. Quand vous êtes arrivée, vous avez peut-être vu un petit chalet à gauche sous les arbres. C’était anciennement pour le jardinier. Je pensais vous y installer. C’est un peu petit, mais très agréable pour une personne seule comme vous. Le problème est que la seule chambre que vous pouvez avoir lors de vos nuits de service est du côté des garçons. Je les ai déjà avertis clairement qu’ils devront être décents dans le couloir et dans les salles de bain. Pensez-vous que ça ira?

Après le choc, Anne fut soulagée :

– Bien sûr, pas de problème. gaziantep ucuz escort Je garderai ma porte fermée et j’avertirai quand je quitterai la chambre.

Le directeur sourit. Il prit un trousseau de clé sur son bureau.

– Super. C’est la clé du chalet. Je vais appeler un de nos garçons pour qu’il vous indique le chemin. La soirée précédant la rentrée, nous organisons toujours un dîner pour les membres du personnel. Si vous pouvez être à 19 heures dans la salle à manger, je vous présenterai les autres professeurs.

Il décrocha le téléphone et composa deux numéros :

– Ici BONHOMME, qui êtes-vous? Ah MAURICE. Je souhaiterai que vous consacriez quelques minutes pour montrer à votre nouvelle professeure son logement dans la maison du jardinier… Non MAURICE, pas plus tard, maintenant…

Il raccrocha le téléphone en secouant la tête.

– La plupart de nos étudiants sont bien élevés, mais ce MAURICE a vraiment besoin d’une main ferme. Il se considère parfois au-dessus des règles. Il est très intelligent et son père très riche.

Le directeur sourit avant d’ajouter :

– Mais je suis sûr que vous allez pouvoir le tenir, il est dans votre classe.

Quelques minutes plus tard, on frappa à la porte et un jeune homme séduisant, aux cheveux noirs, entra en souriant de manière un peu sardonique. Le directeur fit les présentations, puis Anne suivit l’étudiant. A l’extérieur, celui-ci ralentit pour être à côté d’Anne et fixa ses seins. Elle fit semblant de ne pas le remarquer. Si elle râlait à chaque fois que les hommes regardaient sa poitrine, elle ne ferait que ça.

MAURICE identifia rapidement sa voiture. C’était probablement la seule qu’il n’avait jamais vue. Il se dirigea vers la porte passager et s’écarta comme pour attendre que Anne lui ouvre la porte. « Tu peux toujours attendre » pensa Anne en se dirigeant vers la porte conducteur. Elle entra et le jeune garçon fit de même. Tout de suite il recula le siège. Du coin de l’œil, Anne vit qu’il appréciait la vue sur son chemisier. Elle s’autorisa un petit sourire en pensant qu’il se branlerait probablement ce soir en se remémorant ses seins.

– Qu’est-ce qui est si amusant? Demanda soudainement MAURICE.

C’était les premiers mots qu’il avait prononcés depuis le bureau du directeur. Pendant une fraction de seconde, Anne eut l’idée de lui dire sa pensée, mais elle se retint.

– J’attends seulement mon nouveau travail avec impatience.

– Oh, je pensais que vous aimiez être seule avec moi.

Anne leva les yeux et le vit sourire.

– Ne vous faites pas d’idées MAURICE. Répondit-elle sèchement.

Le trajet jusqu’au chalet fut court. Tous les deux restèrent silencieux. Quand ils furent sortis de la voiture, MAURICE se tourna vers elle et dit, les yeux fermement fixés sur sa poitrine :

– Je suis sûr que nous nous verrons souvent Anne.

Il se lécha lentement les lèvres.

– Ce sera Madame POISTOUT pour vous MAURICE. Il semble que vous ayez oublié les bonnes manières pendant l’été. Mais soyez rassuré, vous allez les retrouver rapidement, je vais m’en occuper. Je suis une fervente partisane de la discipline. Vous pouvez partir maintenant.

Un instant, MAURICE sembla furieux d’être renvoyé de la sorte. Mais son visage se fendit d’un sourire de prédateur.

– D’autres ont essayé avant vous Madame POISTOUT.

Il mit un ton insolent sur le nom d’Anne, puis il ajouta :

– On verra qui va apprendre les bonnes manières.

Avant que la jeune femme ne puisse donner une réponse, il se détourna et marcha vers l’école. Anne soupira, à peine arrivée, elle avait déjà un élève à problèmes. Pourtant elle s’attendait que les étudiants d’une école privée se comportent mieux.

Elle se tourna et mit la clé dans la serrure.

2 – L’installation.

Le chalet fut une bonne surprise. Elle s’attendait à un appartement austère dans un immeuble bruyant, mais ça ressemblait plus à une petite maison de vacance bien aménagée. Certes, c’était petit, mais comme elle était célibataire, elle n’avait pas besoin d’une maison somptueuse. Elle entra directement dans un salon confortable avec une petite cuisine et un comptoir pour déjeuner. Les meubles étaient un peu démodés, mais l’endroit avait du caractère. Il y avait même une petite cheminée à foyer ouvert. Un couple de fauteuils confortables, une table basse et une petite commode occupaient la pièce. Sous une fenêtre, il avait été placé un petit bureau.

Deux portes ouvraient sur une salle de bain bien équipée avec toilette et une chambre à coucher. Anne sourit quand elle vit le grand lit. Elle aimait bien être à l’aise pour s’étirer. Mais le meilleur atout du logement était le jardin. La chambre et le salon avaient des portes -fenêtres qui donnaient sur un jardin clos. Il semblait un peu envahi par la végétation, mais en jardinant quelques week-ends, gaziantep ucuz escort bayan elle aurait un espace privé adorable. Cela compenserait les deux ou trois nuits dans la chambre petite comme un placard à balai pour surveiller les pensionnaires. Elle se promit de beaucoup travailler ces nuits-là pour pouvoir profiter des autres nuits dans son chalet.

Le son d’un carillon la fit sortir de ses pensées. Elle était à moitié chemin de la porte d’entrée quand elle réalisa que le son venait de l’intérieur de la pièce. Elle sourit en voyant la petite horloge sur la cheminée. Celle-ci indiquait 15 heures 30. Anne se dit que si elle se dépêchait de ranger ses affaires, elle pourrait profiter d’une heure sur sa terrasse avant d’aller dîner.

Elle récupéra ses deux valises ainsi que son ordinateur portable dans sa voiture et s’occupa à ranger le tout dans le chalet. Elle avait beaucoup de place, car elle avait laissé beaucoup de vêtement et presque tous ses livres chez ses parents pour les récupérer plus tard. Elle pensa qu’avec une bibliothèque près du bureau, elle pourrait tous les ranger. Elle eut un moment de panique quand elle se demanda où brancher son ordinateur, mais elle trouva une prise électrique et réseau derrière le bureau.

Il était presque 17 heures quand elle finit. Elle sourit en se disant qu’elle avait le temps pour une bonne douche et un peu de bronzage au soleil. Elle se dirigea vers la salle de bain puis s’arrêta. C’était son logement privé après tout. Alors elle alla se déshabiller dans sa chambre, mit ses vêtements dans la panière de linge sale. Puis, nue, elle alla dans la salle de bain.

Quand elle ouvrit la porte, elle se retrouva face à elle-même, complètement nue. Un grand miroir couvrait presque totalement le mur du fond. Elle leva les bras. Bien que ses seins n’aient pas commencé à s’affaisser, elle savait qu’ils étaient toujours plus jolis quand elle levait les bras. Marie lui avait dit. Elle rougit et écarta cette pensée. Elle se retourna et regarda par-dessus son épaule. Ses fesses étaient rondes et bien fermes, mais après quinze jours à Ibiza où elle n’avait pas bougé, elle se dit qu’il fallait qu’elle fasse de l’exercice pour les garder ainsi. Elle nota mentalement qu’il faudrait qu’elle demande au directeur si elle pouvait faire du jogging dans l’enceinte de l’école.

Quand elle se tourna à nouveau, ses yeux se posèrent sur le petit buisson blond entre ses jambes. Elle le gardait bien entretenu et ajusté à son bikini, mais elle aimait la texture soyeuse de cette petite touffe. Lentement elle passa sa main dedans. Ses mamelons réagirent instantanément. Cela faisait presque une semaine depuis…

Quand elle toucha ses petites lèvres, elle gémit doucement et ses jambes s’écartèrent légèrement. Ce n’est pas bien de se toucher devant un miroir. Depuis qu’elle avait oublié de verrouiller la porte de la salle de bain et que sa mère l’avait attrapée avec ses doigts entre ses jambes à l’âge de quatorze ans, elle craignait les remontrances qu’elle avait reçues à cette époque. Pourtant elle ne pouvait s’en empêcher. Hypnotisée, elle regarda ses doigts écarter ses poils et pénétrer entre les plis humides. Elle eut le souffle coupé quand ses doigts trouvèrent son clitoris. Elle commença à respirer bruyamment quand ils le caressèrent et le titillèrent. Sa main gauche commença à tripoter ses seins tandis qu’elle continua de se masturber. Enfin elle ne put se retenir et elle ne parvint pas à retenir le cri de jouissance intense.

Respirant fort, avec l’odeur de son excitation, elle resta debout une minute pour se calmer avant de passer sous la douche. L’eau la rafraîchit. Elle se sentit merveilleusement détendue et à l’aise quand elle s’allongea sur la chaise longue de sa terrasse. Ce n’est que lorsqu’elle rentra, qu’elle se rendit compte qu’elle était toujours nue.

****

Contrairement à ses craintes, le dîner fut amusant. Les autres professeurs, une douzaine environ, formaient un groupe hétéroclite, mais tous lui semblèrent gentils. Elle eut immédiatement l’impression d’être intégrée. Après avoir mangé, quand ils se mélangèrent tous, un verre à la main, elle se tourna vers Nicolas BERGER, l’autre enseignant responsable de ses étudiants. Il était à peine plus âgé qu’elle, avec des cheveux bruns coupés court et une silhouette athlétique. Ils discutèrent du programme de l’année et il lui montra quels professeurs enseignaient les différentes matières. Il lui expliqua aussi ses tâches en tant que maîtresse de maison. Cela ne lui sembla pas trop difficile. Elle devait juste s’assurer que tout le monde soit présent à 22 heures et couché à Minuit. Il ajouta :

– Je crains que vous ne soyez responsable de l’aile des filles et des garçons. Nous ne sommes pas assez grands pour avoir des maisons séparées et nous passons nos nuits dans la fosse aux lions.

Soudainement il ucuz gaziantep escort sourit :

– Avez-vous déjà rencontré un de nos lions?

Quand Anne raconta sa rencontre avec Éric MAURICE (en laissant de côté les insinuations sexuelles), l’enseignant acquiesça :

– Ouais, c’est notre MAURICE, le roi de la maison. Son père a beaucoup d’argent à dépenser. Mais la vraie raison pour laquelle il est si gâté, c’est qu’il est non seulement beau mais aussi très intelligent. Quand il s’applique c’est un élève exceptionnel. Toutefois, même sans application, il reste un élève ayant toujours les meilleures notes. Tous les garçons suivent son exemple. Et toutes les filles… eh bien, elles l’adorent. Et il le sait. Il se considère comme irrésistible. Franchement, je serais étonné qu’il n’ait pas flirté avec vous. Mais ce n’est pas mon problème bien sûr.

Anne était sur le point d’admettre que MAURICE l’avait un peu dragué, mais elle repoussa l’idée, pas besoin d’expliquer tout ça. Quand les premières personnes commencèrent à partir, Anne s’excusa. Elle était venue à pied et le retour à son chalet dans l’obscurité fut agréable. Elle dormit profondément dans sa nouvelle maison.

3 – Service de Nuit.

Les premiers jours d’école se passèrent bien. Elle était entrée en salle de cours avec des papillons dans le ventre, mais les étudiants avaient été gentils et sages, plutôt disposés à accepter son autorité. Même Éric MAURICE avait montré son meilleur côté. Les autres cours qu’elle donna furent tout aussi faciles. Elle s’installa dans une routine en appréciant ce qu’elle faisait.

Quand elle entra à l’école tôt le jeudi soir pour sa première nuit de surveillance, elle était confiante. Sa chambre était tout petite mais pas tout à fait comme le placard à balais décrit. Il y avait un lit, une étagère et un bureau. C’est tout ce qu’elle avait besoin. Elle fit ses premiers tours en annonçant sa présence et en rappelant aux garçons qu’elle était de service et qu’ils devaient être décents s’ils se promenaient dans les couloirs. Ils semblèrent l’accepter sans hésitation. Le seul inconvénient était qu’elle devait utiliser les toilettes des filles qui se trouvaient tout au bout de l’aile.

Elle passa quelques heures à préparer ses cours, interrompue seulement lorsqu’elle dut sortir pour rappeler à certains garçons de ne pas être trop bruyants dans le couloir. Ils s’excusèrent immédiatement. A 22 heures, elle commença sa tournée pour vérifier que tout le monde était là. Elle passa quelques minutes à parler avec certaines des filles, puis elle retourna du côté des garçons. Elle frappa fort à la première porte et elle s’annonça. Elle attendit un moment puis entra. Les deux habitants de la chambre la saluèrent avec un sourire et rigolèrent :

– ALTMANE et PICSON, Madame!

– Bonne nuit Messieurs! Répondit-elle en souriant.

Ce n’était pas aussi difficile qu’elle le craignait. Les autres chambres ne présentèrent pas de problèmes non plus. Quand elle se dirigea vers la dernière, David GRIFFON, le camarade de chambre d’Éric MAURICE s’approcha. Il désigna la salle de bain et elle acquiesça. Elle frappa à la porte et s’annonça comme elle avait fait aux autres portes, puis elle entra. MAURICE était allongé sur son lit en pyjama. Il la regarda sans un mot.

– Bonsoir, tout va bien? Je vérifie que tout le monde est présent.

Le jeune garçon sourit insolemment.

– Présent? Oh oui je suis bien présent.

Il baissa les yeux et Anne suivit automatiquement son regard. Sous le fin tissu du pyjama, il avait une érection évidente.

– Voulez-vous vérifier ma présence de plus près, Madame POISTOUT?

Pendant une seconde, Anne eut l’impensable idée de casser son bluff et de le faire exposer sa virilité, mais bien sûr elle ne ferait jamais ça. Elle resta silencieuse.

– Impressionnée? Demanda MAURICE avec désinvolture.

– Je serais plus impressionnée par des résultats scolaires hors normes MAURICE.

Elle savait que c’était une réponse pas très appropriée mais ce fut la seule réponse qui lui vint à l’esprit. Elle tourna les talons et partit.

« Qu’est-ce que c’est que ce garçon? ». Elle était habituée à ce que les hommes regardent son corps et ses seins en particulier, mais MAURICE semblait vouloir aller plus loin. En même temps il était assez intelligent pour ne pas être trop évident. Elle haussa les épaules. Il n’irait nulle part avec elle. Elle retourna dans sa chambre et ferma la porte derrière elle. Elle décida de se mettre à l’aise et d’enfiler son propre pyjama. Puis elle s’allongea sur le lit pour lire un moment. A minuit, elle sortit pour une dernière vérification. Tout était calme. Mais lorsqu’elle revient de chez les filles, elle rencontra MAURICE qui sortait des toilettes. Comme il était minuit passé, elle attendit qu’il entre dans sa chambre. Le garçon prit son temps et se dirigea vers elle en la regardant. Avant d’ouvrir la porte de sa chambre il se retourna une dernière fois.

– Superbe! Sourit-il en regardant sa poitrine.

Quand Anne baissa les yeux, elle réalisa que, dans le couloir froid, ses mamelons avaient durci et pointaient à travers la soie fine de son pyjama. Elle releva les yeux en essayant de trouver une réplique cinglante, mais le garçon avait déjà disparu dans sa chambre.

A suivre…

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Pyrmont, 26 July—Dear Milena, Today you have the morning to yourself.The rest of the day is mine.Be prepared. x D.—I wake up early and still glow from the heavy scrubbing. The traces of Indian ink were harder to remove than I thought, and I ended up all rosy red. After that, I collapsed in bed, dead tired.You left a note and a small pendulum next to the served breakfast. I have all the time in the world to make my toilet, update my diary and write your detention assignment. You are right, unfortunately. The cadence of words with their explicit meaning evokes heated fantasies.It is warm and sultry today, which only adds to my need. When I’m daft enough to read back yesterday’s account, my own words add too much fuel to the bonfire of lust raging inside me. I succumb and try to satisfy myself without your permission, but can’t. Whenever I threaten to reach an orgasm, guilt at my weakness deflates the urge for satisfaction.As a diversion, I decide on writing letters to family, friends and acquaintances. It is hard to put myself in the shoes of the Milena busy dealing with her inheritance. I prefer to be used as a slave. With it, doubt returns. I enjoy your antics; you are the teacher I long for. But who am I? Why am I so affected by what you do to me?I lose myself in thoughts longer than I realise and, according to the clock, your arrival is imminent. Just enough time for my internal preparations. When I hear you dragging something heavy to my cell in the corridor, my heart is pounding in my throat with anticipation. I want this, whoever I am. She sits on one of the two wooden stools at the workbench, naked, like yesterday. I wear nothing more than loose trousers and a shirt. Despite the overcast sky, the weather is warm and oppressive and it’s no different in the atelier.Although her perfume permeates the room, the fresh scent does not dispel the heavy notes of sex. Her hair is loose and her skin has a pink hue, no doubt caused by yesterday’s bath.When I enter, she turns to me with a troubled face. I nod in greeting, hauling a thick heavy mat into the room and placing it in the middle between the workbench, the bed and the armchair.“So,” I say, a little out of breath, “What are you worried about? Didn’t you follow the rules?”She shifts on her stool, but doesn’t avert her eyes. “I did. I also wrote your lines of punishment, but it was… harder than I thought. I also wrote some letters, by the way.”“I’ll have them delivered,” I say, and pour myself a glass of ücreti elden alan escort water. Her attitude emanates frustration, not guilt. An itch not scratched. “Would you like some, too?”She shakes her head. “I’ve just had some.”“I can also forbid you to touch yourself, if you like,” I say and comb through her loose hair with my hand, “or make you wear a chastity belt in my absence.”She laughs derisively. “No thanks, I’d rather not.”How dare I think her lack of willpower requires such measures. I empty my glass and sit down on the stool next to her, take her right hand in mine, and look her squarely in the eye.“Everything all right?” I ask. She hesitates and studies our hands in her lap, then nods without saying a word. I’m not convinced yet, so I lift her chin, forcing her to look at me. “You sure?”“Sure,” she says decidedly, and nods at the mat. “What’s that for?” A question sparked by curiosity, not fear.I let her hand go and tap her knee. “For this. Offer yourself.”Her hesitation gives way to the lust of days past. She stands up and gracefully does what I ask. Her breasts caress the mat as she lays her head down sideways and looks at me with shrouded eyes.“Well, well,” I say with a sigh that has nothing to do with fatigue, “my slave seems to appreciate her gift. But what will I be if I give her more than she can handle?”“A bastard,” she says, loud and clear. I stand up and walk towards her with the oiled plug. This time, she accepts it without flinching. You blindfold me and training starts again. Stand, Kneel, Rug, Floor, Chair, Wheel, Bow, Offer, Down, Table, Serve. And again, from the beginning. I only hear your voice, you don’t touch me. It is strenuous, especially when you force me to hold certain positions, but also nice to exercise my body like this. It excites me, but in a different way than sex.When I make mistakes, you correct me using words only. It makes me feel small, but safe and protected as well. Now and then, you allow me some respite and offer me water. I am doing better each time and move ever more smoothly from one stance to the next.The poses have a logical order which enforces the right attitude, and you don’t need to correct me as often. Your voice changes, becomes lower and huskier. My body, twisting and turning on your behalf, arouses you. This awareness distracts me, but not enough to make serious mistakes.The exercise ends in ‘Stand and Present’, with ücreti elden alan gaziantep escort me still in the dark and on display: legs spread apart, hands folded in my neck, chest out and buttocks pushed back. You caress my body. Or no, you’re inspecting it. With every touch, a shiver goes through me. Am I really clean? Is all the ink gone? But my desire also grows. I do my very best to hold the pose without moving or moaning.Still, you must hear how my breathing quickens when your lips and tongue work my nipples until they are erect; see, how I tilt my pelvis forward when your hand brushes my labia; guess, what goes on in my mind when you push your fingers deep inside to test how wet I am, and if I wear my protection. In my head, I cry out, “Use me, put your cock in my mouth, let me suck you off, fuck me, wherever you want, please!” But you haven’t asked me anything, so I keep quiet.When your hand leaves me, I cannot suppress a moaning sigh. You strip me of my blindfold and continue to look at me as you remove your shirt and then your trousers. Now I’m no longer wearing a blindfold, I try to concentrate on the wall in front of me, where I can still see remnants of the word ‘bastard’, but I cannot resist glancing at your crotch. The glimpse I catch of your hard cock almost makes me drool. “Hungry, slave girl?” I ask when she swallows and concentrates on the wall again. Gleaming with sweat, she stands before me on tiptoes, her eyes glassy with exertion and excitement. As misty as mine, no doubt. Her sensual movements have not failed to affect me.“And thirsty,” she says.I pour a glass of water and stand in front of her, keeping my composure. Time for the next phase in our role play. How great an obstacle will her pride be?“Slave girls have masters, and you’re raised to speak with two words.”Confused, she looks at me.“Hungry and thirsty, Master,” I say, and let her drink from the glass. “Clear?”“Yes, Master.”I nod, satisfied. “Well said, slave girl. Just like your execution of the positions. Already much better than last time. You attended ballet, from the looks of it. Have you practiced any other fine arts besides dancing and painting?”“Singing and playing the piano, Master.”I put the empty glass on the table and cannot suppress my grin. “I don’t have an immediate application for piano playing. Singing, on the other hand, combines very well with satisfying your hunger.” ücreti elden alan gaziantep escort bayan I point to the floor right in front of me. “Kneel and Present, with your mouth open and your tongue sticking out.”She kneels on the mat and folds her hands in her neck. With her open mouth near my stiff cock, lust courses through me. I hope this bit of improvisation doesn’t upset my other plans too much.“Talking will be a little more difficult, so when you make any sound, I’ll assume you’ve called me a bastard.” You order me to Kneel and Present myself, and I don’t need to be told twice. I am led by your voice, your request and, of course, my desire to have your shaft in my mouth again. I’m not too proud to call you Master. You’re entitled to that moniker, even if it’s just a game.You grab my wrists with both hands and demand I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. With your hard cock right in front of me, I want nothing more, and slowly but surely, you shove it into my mouth.You have a firm grip on my wrists. I can do nothing to stop you. Not even when you hit the resistance of my throat. You hold still for a moment. Then I understand the reference to singing lessons and try to relax my throat as I was taught. When I look up at you again, you slowly push further until your balls touch my chin. Through a mist of tears, I see you revelling in my throat gagging around your cock. I can’t keep this up. I heave and moan anxiously, afraid to vomit. It’s with this sound that you retreat. Just in time.You wait until I blink my tears away. I nod, everything is all right. I take a deep breath before you slowly push your cock deep into my throat. Again and again, you repeat this ritual. And still, I yearn for your shaft every time you pull out.I’m blinded by tears, but it’s not frightening anymore, because I know you’ll let me go if I can’t handle it. You increase the pace, fucking my mouth. My body objects, but my head almost explodes with the urge to please you, to obey you, and to keep your delicious thick cock deep in my throat. Watching your pleasure through the tears in my eyes, I want to persist for you. I’m happy, serving you like this, relishing your hands holding me captive. Then you release me and I’m allowed to go ‘Down’.For a moment, I don’t know what’s happening. I stare through my tears at the mat and don’t hear or feel anything. I keep my pose, on my knees, arms stretched before me, because that is how you want me: a needy slut on offer. Showing you how available I am is humiliating and wonderful at the same time. Patiently (but secretly very impatiently), I wait and catch my breath.Then your hands caress my buttocks, you kneel behind me and you use me, fucking me the way I love to be fucked, head down, ass up, your hard cock deeper and deeper inside me. Your hand grabs my hair, pushes my head against the mat, and it drives me even further into ecstasy. Servile and helpless, lunged by your cock,

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1The nightclub’s like a sauna but far from being claustrophobic. People are dancing all around her and buoyed up, energized, by the rhythmic and pulsing beat of the music. It sweeps you up and takes your spirits along with it. A spotlight sweeps the floor with an arctic white beam, glitters off the mirrored surface of glitter balls that are hung from the ceiling beams. It picks out only those closest to them. Others wait for their turns to take to the crowded floor, get sweaty and drink too much in the heat.She loves coming to this club. She’s grown used to the crush, bodies brushing past and her eyes always taking in what the guys and young female clubbers, like her, are wearing. She breathes in the waft of a multitude of perfumes, body sprays, and aftershaves.Closest of them all, of those who brush past her or dance, is Mats, her spiky-haired, lean-faced and attentive boyfriend, a guy with an only too open mind and forgiving heart. He kisses her throat, bends closer to do so, and she turns towards him as his hands roam over her swaying hips, her favoured dark blue body-con dress his favourite to see her wear. It is stylish, short hemmed, and shapes her body in its sequined brilliance.“You sure look good, lover,” he breathes in her ear. “I’ll dance with you soon, I promise…unless we find special company first.”“I’d sure like that!” she says, resisting the urge to shout over the noise. His hands move to brush over her breasts. She’s forsaken a bra, not that she needs one; her tits are round and firm and they’re just as he likes them. She can’t help but grin as she notes how his eyes have again drifted away from her.She follows his gaze, and it confirms what she’s known all along; that they’re not here just to have a drink or two and to dance. Mats’ hawkish gaze has settled on a chick in an off-the-shoulder, tie-fronted ruched dress that has flared ends to long sleeves; her wavy blonde hair is like a beach babe’s and her tits are shaped so well. What she brings is just what Mats likes to pursue. Their ‘friendship’ allows them both to seek out others and to share the heat. It has not taken them long to reach this stage of the evening but where is she to go with it if she doesn’t find a mate too?“I didn’t think it would happen so soon, we’ve only just gotten here,” Mats mutters in her ear, his breaths again making her shiver and look his way.“She’s dancing alone…”“I can sure see that!”Hanna hears in his voice his state of involvement with her, that the türbanlı gaziantep escort girl’s wound his clock. She’s dancing and looking embarrassed to be doing so on her own, or wondering if she’s in the right spot with so many others around her.“Mats?” she asks in some dismay as one of his hands grips her dress and lifts it a little higher and then caresses her bum, his touch sending little shocks of pleasure coursing through her midriff and down to her pussy. She wouldn’t have felt it if she’d worn another dress with a thin slip underneath it. She leans against his touch, and it moves over her belly and presses down between her legs. His claims upon her are slow and sensual and he moves with the beat of the music. It brings her on. “I know…I know what’s going on!”“I can’t help it, lover, sorry.”Her breaths are on his face, but Mats is involved with the girl in that red dress. He’s lusting after her as his fingers touch the one he’s with, for now.“Go to her,” she says, finally. He’s brought her on, but this is as far as it will go. They understand each other, she and Mats.She takes pleasure from seeing how he can win young women over as if to wind them around his finger or onto his shaft, after he’s broken through their reluctance to be picked up. The chick in the red dress seems a bit withdrawn, surprised by Mats coming on to her and she looks around. A good-looking guy is with her…just like that. She may even be wondering where her boyfriend’s gotten to.“Keep your distance, Hanna..”While she’s taking in the scene, playing out, a young guy steps in close, his light grey shirt studded with tiny reflective beads. It glitters and it opens, revealing a silver disco medallion on a chain. There’s something about him being so close, that draws her in, along with his wild hair and a lovely aroma of an unrecognizable body spray. He might ask her to dance given Mats is enraptured by that chick.“What do you think of those two?” he asks straight out, holding cocktails in his hands, “they look good together and I reckon they’re flirting. I only need to turn my back and this happens.”“And I’ll help you deal with it,” Hanna tells him, leaning in to do so and breathing in the guy’s ear. He soon stands closer as if to let her know that he’s taken by what she’s done.“It was supposed to be a first date and now I see Lara dancing with some guy.”“My guy…that’s whom we’re looking at.”He’s heard to gaziantep türbanlı escort bayan laugh in disbelief. “Sorry about that!”“Don’t be. I wouldn’t have met you, would I?”“True.” He grins and gives her an appraising glance as he sips at one of the drinks. “What am I going to do with two rum and coke cocktails?”“Share one with me, if what’s going down doesn’t bother you?” She says it on taking one of the glasses out of his strong hand and sipping greedily at it. His look is on her, taking in what she may bring. She lets him do that.He soon realizes the game that’s being played, her taking one of the drinks perhaps part of a plan, now that she’s taken in his predicament. A guy is coming on to his girl, or date, and they’re both looking on.“No, it doesn’t bother me,” he smiles, holding her look up at him and how she sips on her ‘snatched’ drink, meant for another. Her lovely lips are parted, the disco lights making pearlescent lipstick glisten. “People do what they want or like in places like this. You live it all out.”“Like this, you mean?” Hanna’s provoked into replying.He’s strong and she feels it as he’s pulled towards her, and a moment’s exploratory kiss becomes so much more. He kisses her back and she feels his cold glass on her neck, on her bare shoulder, as he presses against her. They kiss greedily and deeply, forsake all restraint as the music booms all around them and others, dancing and whooping in pleasure, ignore what’s going down between them.When she opens her eyes and tries to catch her breath, after sharing deep open-mouthed kisses with a stranger, she sees Mats standing before her, a wide grin on his handsome face, and the girl in that red dress beside him. It shapes her and Mats is in thrall, already. He’s triumphant, pleased beyond words, at the success of his lustful approach to the girl. “Meet Lara.”“I have, and my name’s Bram!” is said, as much for Hanna’s benefit as for the guy with his girl, or date. “Why don’t we make a night of it?”“Great! They’re our thoughts too,” Mats answers, enthusiastically, and on hearing Hanna’s soft laugh in dismay at the quick turn of events. “So, are the two of you coming back with us?”2They sit in silence as the taxi wends its way through the quiet city streets, two couples who were strangers to each other until Mats had acted true to form. Perhaps, even now, they are unsure how things are going to play out. The silence gaziantep türbanlı escort may set the taxi driver into thinking that they have fallen out.What he cannot see is how Mats has placed a hand on Lara’s bared thigh, under the skirt of her dress, and they flutter over her skin. Bram looks on with a smile creasing his lightly bearded face.Hanna feels a little light-headed after drinking that rum cocktail so quickly. She tries to pretend that Bram’s erection is not pressing against her as the taxi sways through cones marking some road works. She’s fallen against him before moving away.“What are you into?” she asks Lara, leaning closer and slowly pressing her lips to her mouth, a soft sigh from Mats declaring he’s into this first step that she’s made. The arm she holds out for balance is soon gripped by Bram and tugged down to his crotch. She looks his way for an instant, even as Lara’s hands brush over the front of her dress. “I’ll get to you, I promise.”“Stop here, it’s fine!”, Mats calls out and the driver slews to a stop by a row of tenement buildings along the canal side they have rumbled over. Notes, that he and Bram agreed on, are soon handed over and they tumble out of the taxi, the girls gripping the guy’s hands as they walk over the pavement’s uneven surface. “It’s not far over this obstacle course…they’re laying some fibre optic cables.”“Never mind all that!” Hanna interrupts. “Let’s get inside.”“Inside what, or should I say whom?” Bram laughs, an arm about Hanna’s shoulders and stopping her for a moment to kiss her, his hands gripping her buttocks and letting her know that he’s more than game for whatever is planned. “You’re into her too, aren’t you?”“Sure, but I want it all…from both of you.”They take the few steps that rise from the pavement to the front door and take to the stairs, three flights that lead to the apartment; a secluded bolt hole and a love nest. They all seem to know that nothing’s off limits or expected; that everything is allowed.♥They don’t bother with drinks or snacks. As soon as the front door is shut and locked, clothes are shrugged off and left lying on the floor; looks of expectation are followed by touches and kisses, the men then stepping away and Hanna kissing Lara as the men’s hands caress their naked skins, grip breasts and then slide over their bodies, fingers and hands poking and palming their sexes. Flurries of kisses are exchanged between them, the chicks into each other before sharing moments of wanton foreplay with new guys.Lara’s firm breasts and hard nipples attract Hanna’s attention and she cups and kneads them; gasping and deep open-mouthed kisses soon urging them on.  She feels compelled to pull on them, put them in her mouth and she bends to the task, Lara’s hands guiding her in these claims. Nothing is said. The air is filled with heavy breathing and soft groans of pleasure and expectation.

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The pulse of the drums was deafening. Allen found himself dancing between two sweaty jock-clad daddy bears bouncing to the music. Rough hands slid up his kilt. One of them, Red-haired and stocky, danced in close to Allen, pushing his ass into Allen’s crotch.A tongue entered his mouth. A rough white beard rubbed against his cheeks.”Come with us.” A hand grabbed each of his wrists and he followed.A beaded curtain parted before the trio and they entered a dark back room. The drum beat was still present but accented with moans and slapping noises. Allen’s back was pressed against a cold wall. His kilt lifted. Two mouths found his hardening cock and kissed around it.Hands teased his balls, thighs, and hole. One of the daddies stood and licked the side of his face and said, “Want to be in the middle when that sling is free?” The bald man pointed to a leather hammock swinging with a twink aboard. “Let’s enjoy the show.” Allen winked.They approached to queue up for the sling. Allen’s kilt was a formality at this point as his body was bare to those near enough to see. The bald bear kept his mouth on Allan’s cock and balls.The sling emptied the red-headed bear hopped in with practiced ease. A hand grabbed Allen’s head and pushed him into the displayed hole.Sweaty, musty, and sweet. Allen tongued the hole of the daddy bear in the sling. He tasted the tang of lube and he paused to look at the man whose hole he was eating. “Prepped and suriyeli escort ready for you boy,” he responded with a devious smirk. Allen stood back up and took aim at the hole.The other man undid Allen’s belt and removed the kilt. Freed and skyclad, he slid into the red-headed bear’s hole. He was quite lubed and Allen quickly got up a good thrusting rhythm. The bald daddy wrapped his hands around Allen’s chest and played with his nipples. The redhead groaned and growled with each thrust. His pierced cock bounced against his hairy belly. “Mind if I slide in?” the thick beard nuzzling his neck.Allen thrust deep into the man in the sling, turned his head to the white-bearded man, winked, and spread his legs. A cool slick finger gently wiggled into his hole, opening him slowly. “I think you’re ready,” the daddy said into his ear. Allen leaned forward.The bald man entered him which pushed Allen deeper into the red-haired bear. The song changed to a rapid trance number and the three soon found themselves fucking along to the beat. A small crowd gathered to watch the trio fuck to the music.Hot, grinding, fast, fucking. Allen’s body was electric. His cock was in a velvet chute that seemed to grip and suck him in. His hole burned with the hot thrusts. He surrendered to the rhythm and sensations.Hands, nipples, cocks, holes. Pinching, grinding, thrusting, grasping. Spitting, grunting, suriyeli escort bayan begging fucking.He felt his balls tighten to his body, ready to blow. As if in response, the hole he drilled clamped down on him even more. The legs of the red-headed bear spread wider. A hand gripped his shoulder and his waist. He felt teeth sink into his shoulder. He wasn’t sure if he was thrusting or being thrust. It didn’t matter. He was cumming, he was cumming and he was cumming. He filled, was filled, and emptied.It didn’t stop, only slowed. Cum dripped to the floor joining spurts and pools already there. Allen held still, breathed deep, still deep in, and still probed deep. His head spun, his cock pulsed, and his hole stretched. “Want to take a turn in the sling?” a breathless whisper punctuated with a thrust. Allen wanted nothing more, his knees trembled at the thought. The red-headed bear seemed to know exactly what the next move was he reached for Allen who pulled him up and out of the leather sling. He grabbed Allen tight around the waist and forcefully kissed him.“Time to return the favor,” the man said, still kissing Allen. His short beard roughly rubbed against the younger man’s face. Allen was spun while their tongues tousled. The kiss broke and Allen was lifted by both men and fell into the enveloping leather swing. He felt his own cum stick to his ass as he shifted escort suriyeli into position.The red-headed bear was between his legs, a hungry smile on his face. He lowered himself to Allen’s cum dripping hole and tongue fucked the sling-bound younger man. Allen’s hips rolled in ecstasy. The tongue fucked him deeply, probing, tasting, getting his hole even wetter.The bald bear with the white beard was next to him, hard cock pressing against Allen’s face. He took the young man’s hands and wrapped leather restraints around his wrists. Allen’s feet were in stirrups. He was going nowhere and was immensely aroused by the idea. He took the bald man’s cock into his mouth in thanks. Tasting cum and his own ass as he sucked.Allen’s ass was wet and cool as the red-headed bear took his mouth off the hole. He jerked his cock slightly and aimed at Allen’s spread ass. The pierced cock slid deep inside of him in a single thrust. It was larger than the previous cock which now filled his mouth. The couple began fucking him in earnest now, again to the beat of the club music. The crowd tightened in. A flash of a camera went off. There were more cocks pressed against Allen’s restrained body. In his hands, on his side, a second cock on his face trying to get in his mouth.He was surrounded and ecstatic. Bouncing and swinging. Voices, grunts, swears, and cocks. Allen didn’t know whose cock was whose and he didn’t care. He was full, he was covered in sweat and spit and spurts of cum. Man after man, cock after cock entered him, fucked, came and went. Some big, some small, all satisfied.At one point while being fucked by the biggest cock yet, a short stocky furball of a man climbed on top of Allen and rode his cock. His hairy ass enveloped Allen and milked him for all he was worth. 

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Valentine’s Day, 1994. Redondo Beach, California.When I got home from the dealership, my wife, Suzanne, was not there. Instead, there was a note on the kitchen island, written in her girly, flourished handwriting on a monogrammed note card, the ones she used for the thank-you notes after our wedding three years ago.“Happy Valentine’s Day, lovey!” it said. “Your gift is outside by the pool.”She punctuated the note with a saucy lipstick kiss surrounding her name. The card was laying atop a black lace thong. I picked it up and held it to my face, giggling like an excited teenager, expecting to inhale my wife’s unmistakably sexy, girly, pussy aroma.Instead, a jolt went through me; that’s not Suzanne’s perfume … It was Dahlia Divin. I’d never bought that for her and I’d never known her to wear it, but the spicy, racy, hooker-y aroma of Givenchy’s best seller was unmistakable. And it could only mean trouble.“Babydoll?” I called out nervously from the kitchen. No answer. The panties and the perfume had knocked me off guard completely.“Suzanne?” Still no reply as I slowly walked up the grand staircase to our bedroom. Nobody home.OK, let’s just take this at face value, I told myself. So Suzi’s outside, she wants me to fuck her in the hot tub or something. I undressed from my work clothes and grabbed my bathrobe off the back of the master bath door — the one with no belt, of course. I descended the staircase, my big dick dangling sınırsız gaziantep escort out from my parted robe, and went to the wet bar for a bourbon on the rocks. Then I walked out the sunroom door and down the marble staircase to our Olympic-sized pool and spa, and prepared to fuck my wife.Instead, I dropped my rocks glass. It shattered on the marble deck and my mouth hung open in abject terror.“Hello!” Sophie said from the middle of the pool, waving cheerfully at me.Sophie is a Hungarian pornstar and the escort I had been boffing weekly on the regular for the past 10 months. Sophie is the one who wears Dahlia Divin. I gave her a bottle during our Christmas fuck-fest while Suzanne was back home in Baton Rouge with her Mom.“Sophie!” I hissed, trembling. “What the fuck are you doing here?!”“I am Valentine!” Sophie purred, tucking her chin into her shoulder and rubbing her hands along her body the way she would one of the photo sessions at the studio I had quietly opened on Figueroa Street. She was wearing a pink lamé slingshot bikini that only nominally covered her enormous, plastic 34DD tits — the ones I paid for right after she arrived in the U.S. on a camp counselor’s visa. Sophie’s mid-neck length bob was completely wet, but she was still fully made-up, smoky eyes, intoxicating lashes, full, ruby, blowjob lips, nothing running or smearing.Still, gaziantep sınırsız escort bayan the danger was unmistakable. Oh no, my wife didn’t invite Sophie over to fuck me for my Valentine’s present. “Sophie,” I said urgently, throwing off my robe to enter the pool, wearing only my medallions and aviator sunglasses. I took her by the hand urgently. She was actually wearing her goddamn clear plastic stripper heels in the pool, and she wobbled and stumbled as I tried to take her out to safety.“You need to leave now,” I said. “This isn’t safe. Suzanne is my wife, and she might … she might hurt you.”Sophie’s bright expression dropped. She seemed confused more than frightened. “Hurt? But we spend whole day together!”“You … you what?” I said.“We get tan, then we do hairdo, then lunch,” Sophie said. “Then come back and fuck in shower, on bed, in sauna …”“Jesus Fucking Christ!” I exclaimed, exasperated. Sophie stopped in the middle of the shallow end and resisted my pull.“We play cowboy and indian, too!” she giggled. She what?! That was our favorite costumed role-play; Sophie would put on a head-to-toe feathered headdress, I’d wear chaps and a Stetson hat, and she would ride me while a tom-tom drummed ritually over the boom box I’d set by the motel bed. It was now clear that Suzanne knew everything. She must have hired a P.I. or gaziantep sınırsız escort something. I realized I probably wasn’t going to be living in this house after today. If I was living at all.Then Sophie looked over my shoulder and waved. “Hello!” she said brightly. “Hello, Miss Suzanne!”Oh fuck, I thought.Slowly, I turned, and saw my wife — my all-American good girl bride, Miss Photogenic at Miss Louisiana USA 1990, LSU homecoming queen, descend the staircase to the pool, her high heels banging out gunfire on the pink travertine. She was wearing a black, flat brimmed stetson and black leather chaps, with an enormous, metallic gold strap-on dildo dangling beneath their belt. She was wearing nipple clamps and had her hair pulled back tight into a fierce bun.Most threateningly, she was wearing a holster with my .357 — the one I bought after we opened the gentlemen’s club where I met Sophie. Suzanne also carried a bullwhip, coiled up in her left fist. I have to admit; the contrast in how she was dressed and how I had known my beautiful trophy wife up to that point was powerfully erotic.The fear was also pretty fucking real and powerful, too.I positioned myself in front of Sophie as Suzanne strode over to the edge of the pool and stuck her hip out in a devastating, ultra-bitchy pose, looking down her chin at us both. She patted the pearled handle of my revolver. Suzanne could do whatever she wanted to me; Sophie deserved none of this. She would have to kill me first to get to Sophie.“You don’t even know how to shoot that, babydoll,” I said with false bravery. “It weighs more than you.”“It might,” Suzanne said, “if it were loaded.” She snapped open the cylinder and grasped it by the barrel, showing me there was no ammunition inside. Then she tossed it in the pool with a loud ker-ploosh. I heaved a huge sigh of relief.

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I’m normally a heavy sleeper and take a bit of time to come around, but as I came to the following morning, something just felt different. I knew I fell asleep with Emily cuddled up to me, but no, she wasn’t there beside me! Maybe she had woken early and gone home? Then I heard the toilet flush, and she crept back into the room, but instead of getting in beside me, she ducked under the bottom of the duvet and made her way up, stopping at my cock, playing with it for a few minutes, then lowered her mouth over it.Now, not being a morning person doesn’t mean I don’t get morning wood, I do. It’s that until the body is ready, you can do what you like and it won’t spit at you!I will admit, having her mouth on my cock was sure helping wake up my body and mind! After a few minutes, she kissed her way up my body until she was looking at me.“Morning, sleepyhead,” she quipped.“Good morning to you as well, gorgeous. Was that saying you are ready for the next round? şişman gaziantep escort If so, I will need to see what’s in the tank!”I leaned in to kiss her and let my hand roam her body, tweaked her nipples, and rubbed them to get them nice and hard and sensitive, then run my hand down her back, cupped her bum, massaged her cheeks, bringing my hand around to the front, rubbed her mons, and slid toward her sex. Her clit was already engorged, wanting to be played with, so I rubbed it, making her moan into my mouth. I slipped my middle finger into her sweet hole and moved it in and out, still rubbing her clit. I added a second finger and thrust harder and deeper, wiggled my fingers, trying to find that elusive spot, making her cry out.“Fuck me!” she cried.So, I did! I rolled her onto her back and rolled on top of her. She grabbed my cock and placed it at her entrance, and I thrust in hard, gaziantep şişman escort causing her to squeal. I lifted her legs up over my shoulders and thrust, slowly at first, then harder. Sweating and tiring, I lowered her legs, held her into me, rolled onto my back, and said, “Your turn!”She stayed laying on me and rocked her hips back and forth whilst kissing me, then lifted up and started to ride me cowgirl. I’m not sure how she had this much stamina from first thing in the morning, but I wasn’t saying no!She kept going until she was tired and collapsed on me. “Your turn!”I turned her over, got out of bed, pulled her toward me so she was kneeling on the end of the bed, and started thrusting into her again. Finally, I could feel myself building up and then unloading myself into her.We both crawled onto the bed and cuddled.“You’re amazing,” I said. “I do like the way you wake gaziantep şişman escort bayan me up in the morning, but don’t know where you got the energy after last night!”“I thought it might be an interesting start to the day for you,” she replied.She then said, “I didn’t tell you last night, but I had to tell my landlord that whilst I like the house, I can’t afford to keep it, and he has allowed me to get a tenant in, so I am going to need to be a bit more careful meeting up with you!”We carried on every few nights, meeting up until the tenant arrived. Not wanting to upset anything with the boyfriend, we both knew that it was friends with benefits and great sex, but we now had a potential spy in the camp and we didn’t want him to work anything out and say anything, so had to be a bit more discreet.I said to her, as we needed to be quicker, she must not wear any underwear, so it was less to take off/put on, I wasn’t expecting her to agree, but she did! Part two of taking her under my wing was partially complete. That damn bra had gone!Unfortunately, the lack of underwear was only when she was sneaking around to my place! I bumped into her in town and decided to take her into a shop and buy her a new top. While she was looking at conservative ones, I was looking at strappy cami tops and found a nice yellow silky one, and showed it to her.

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I have been sleeping with Mom in the same bed since I turned 18-years old because of Dad’s snoring issues. Dad’s snoring had gone worse in the recent years and Mom told Dad to sleep in the living room. But that made sleeping difficult for me as I used to sleep in the living room. And since we live in a small one bedroom apartment I had no options but to sleep in the same bed as Mom.

Whenever Mom and Dad wanted to get intimate at night, they used to do it in the living room. The reason I know this is that one night when I woke up from my sleep to pee. But the bedroom door was locked from the outside. Mom was not in bed. I had to bang on the door for a minute before Dad opened it. When I asked Dad why the door was closed and where Mom was, He replied to me with a slap on the back of the head and told me to quickly use the bathroom and then go to sleep.

It took me some time to figure out why Mom was leaving the bedroom some nights and locking the bedroom door from outside.

One night about five months ago, things changed. I had just turned 20 years old, and I had just gone to bed, but I was not feeling sleepy yet. I then heard the bedroom door being locked from the outside. I understood Mom and Dad were about to have sex.

Since I was still not feeling sleepy, I got a bit excited, thinking Mom and Dad must be fucking in the living room. So I decided to rub one out myself while watching porn on the internet. I knew I had at least half an hour of total privacy before Mom came to the bedroom to sleep.

I first got the tissue box and kept it beside me on the bed to clean up the mess. I then decided to watch porn on the big screen, so I opened the iPad. I started the VPN app because porn sites are banned in India, so the only way to watch them is to have a VPN.

Once my VPN was connected, I opened a free adult video site in my browser. I spent a few minutes browsing the site looking for a good porn video because I did not want to masturbate on a bad video. I chose an incest video of a stepmother and son. It was a video featuring Cory Chase and some random guy. I put the iPad on the bed beside me on the iPad’s case stand. I put the AirPods in my ear to listen to the sound of the video.

I lay down on the bed and pulled my shorts and underwear down. I grabbed my hard dick and started stroking it slowly.

I had been watching the video for only a minute or so when I saw the door opening as the light started creeping into the dark room. I quickly pulled my shorts up and covered my dick. Next, I pressed the home button on the iPad to come out of the browser quickly.

Mom had by now entered the room. She looked at me and closed the door behind her with a bang. She looked angry. It must not have been more than 10 minutes since the bedroom was first closed. She climbed up and sat on the bed and asked me,” Why are you still awake yet?”

“I was just watching a movie,” I replied quickly to Mom. Technically, it’s not a lie.

I then made a mistake by asking her,” Why are you going back so early to bed?”

As soon as the words came out, I realized my blunder.

Mom looked at me for a few seconds and said, “What do you mean by so early back to bed?”

I seks hikayeleri fumbled in replying and said,” I thought you would be watching TV for some more time.”

Mom was not convinced by my reply, but then she noticed the tissue box on the bed and asked me,” Why is there a tissue box on the bed? What kind of movie were you watching?”

Before I could reply, Mom took the iPad and opened the browser. She saw the paused adult video on the adult website. She must have also read the title of the video. She looked at me and calmly said,” Really, you are watching incest porn. That too is a mom-son.”

“I am sorry, Mom. I made a mistake.” I apologized to Mom.

Mom then again grilled me about why I asked her about going back to bed so early. I told her that I knew why they used to lock the bedroom door, so I was surprised she came to the bedroom within 10 minutes.

Mom then said to me, “Hmm, so once I locked the bedroom door tonight, you thought you had at least half an hour to masturbate on the mom-son porn.”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Well, blame it on your dad for my early return. He came before we could even start properly,” Mom told me with a straight face.

I decided to probe Mom about Dad’s pre-ejaculation problem,

so I asked her,” How did that happen? Has that happened before?”

“No, this is the first time. He came within a minute of me sucking his dick. Then he was not in the mood for sex. He didn’t even return the favor to me,” Mom replied to me.

I did not expect my 43-year-old mom to be so open with me. She has been talking to me in a calm tone the entire time.

Mom then changed the topic and asked me,” How are you able to still access the adult websites? The government had banned them a few months ago.”

“I use a VPN app to bypass the government block,” I replied to Mom.

Mom then asked me about what a VPN is, and I explained to her about the whole Virtual Private Network software.

Mom then surprised me by reaching over and taking one AirPod from my ear and putting it in her ear. She started the paused video and kept the iPad back on the bed between us.

Mom started watching the porn movie of stepmother and son. She lay down on the bed on her back. Mom looked at me and said,” So are you a fan of Cory Chase videos?”

I was surprised Mom knew about Cory Chase. Most of Cory Chase’s movies were in the incest category. How was she familiar with Cory Chase? I thought to myself.

“I’m not a fan, but I like her videos,” I replied to Mom. “How do you know about her so much, Mom?”

“I used to watch her movies before the government banned porn sites,” Mom replied.

The thought of Mom watching porn just added more blood to my dick.

Mom then asked me,” I did not ask you, but are you comfortable with me watching porn with you?”

“Yes, Mom.  I am enjoying this,” I replied to her.

“Were you masturbating before I entered the room?” Mom asked me

I nodded my head.

“Well, if you want, you can masturbate while watching the video now,” Mom said in a sultry voice.

“Thanks, Mom. I was about to ask you if I could play with sex hikayeleri myself,” I told my mom.

I pulled my shorts and underwear down completely. I started slowly rubbing my dick. Mom switched on the night lamp, and now the room was illuminated nicely. I look at Mom. I saw Mom gently rubbing her pussy over her nightsuit pants.

Mom saw me looking at her rubbing the pussy. She said to me seductively, “I hope you don’t mind me rubbing my pussy. Your dad left me high and dry”

“Not at all, Mom; you look very hot rubbing your pussy,” I replied to her in a seductive tone as well.

Mom was wearing a two-piece night suit. Her shirt had buttons upfront, and the pants were knee-length. Mom had now put her left hand inside her pants and was rubbing her pussy.

I looked at the iPad, and Cory Chase was getting her pussy licked by her stepson. Mom was also watching the video. But I was more interested in my mom’s masturbation. Mom was moaning slowly as she rubbed her pussy.

Mom is a good-looking woman. Her vital stats are 36c-32-38. She is about 5.3 feet tall. She has a fair complexion and a pretty round face. She keeps her hair shoulder-length. She has nice, round buttocks and shapely thighs.

As I watched Mom vigorously rubbing her pussy, I wanted to fuck her right then and there, but I didn’t want to push any wrong buttons with her.

Mom was now rubbing her pussy more vigorously. She had pushed her pants down a bit so that she could comfortably rub her pussy. I sat on the bed and was now watching Mom finger her shaved pussy. This is the first time I have seen a woman’s vagina in my life.

Mom noticed that I was watching her and not the video. Mom said to me,” Pull my pants down completely if you want to see my full vagina.”

I reached over and pulled down Mom’s pants completely. I started caressing her smooth thighs as Mom spread her legs so that I could see her pussy. Mom stopped fingering her pussy and spread her pussy lips so that I could see the hole she had come out of. It was pink inside. Her vulva was shiny from all the wetness.

I moved up and sat beside Mom’s right side, near her hips. I was still caressing her thighs. Mom again started gently rubbing her pussy. She then reached down and grabbed my 6-inch dick with her right hand. She started stroking my dick slowly. Mom and I had crossed the line.

I started to undo Mom’s shirt button. Once all the buttons were unbuttoned, I opened Mom’s shirt. Mom was not wearing a bra. Her nipples were rock-hard and erect. I fondled her tits with both hands for a few minutes.

I then moved my right hand and caressed Mom’s chubby belly and played with her deep, round navel for some time. Mom then took my right hand and guided it to her pussy.

I started rubbing Mom’s shaved pussy. Her pussy was so smooth. She must have shaved it in the evening only. I inserted my middle finger into her wet slit and started fingering it. I was fondling Mom’s tits with my left hand and fingering Mom’s pussy with my right hand. Mom was stroking my dick at the same time. Mom was moaning the whole time.

Eventually, I could not handle Mom’s handjob and started feeling my cum rising. I warned Mom that I was about to cry. She grabbed the tissues from the box and held them in front of the Dick’s hole. As I shot my load, Mom caught every drop of it in the tissues.

I continued to finger Mom’s pussy until my dick went limp. Mom used more tissues to clean my dick. I then moved between Mom’s legs and brought my face closer to her pussy. I started licking Mom’s pussy. I could taste Mom’s sweet nectar as it flowed into my mouth. I sucked on Mom’s clitoris and, at the same time, inserted my index and middle fingers into Mom’s pussy. I started finger-fucking her pussy. Mom was moaning loudly. At one point, I feared Dad might hear her, but then I could hear Dad’s snoring, so I knew we were safe.

Eventually, Mom had her orgasm. She held my head against her pussy as wave after wave of orgasm swept her body. As her orgasm subsided, she let go of my head. She pulled me on top of her and started kissing me in the mouth. Mom took my lower lip between her lips and started sucking it. I started kissing her, sucking her lips. Mom shoved her tongue into my mouth and gracefully accepted it. I sucked on her soft tongue. I was getting my dick hard slowly.

We kissed for a few minutes, and then Mom told me to lie down on the bed. I removed the iPad and put it on the side table. I lay down on the bed on my back.

I removed my t-shirt, and Mom discarded her shirt. We were completely naked now.

Mom then sat beside me and bent down to take my dick in her mouth. She started sucking my semi-hard dick. She sucked and licked my dick for a few minutes. She rolled her tongue on the mushroom head and played with my testicles with her hand. I had a stiff dick within a few minutes.

Once my dick was hard enough, Mom stopped sucking me. She climbed on top of me and guided my dick into her pussy. Mom started riding me slowly. She has taken my virginity now. I never could have dreamed that I could be losing my virginity to my mom.

Mom was gyrating her hips in a circular direction as she rode my dick. I moved my hands and started fondling Mom’s tits again. I couldn’t get enough of her firm tits. Mom rode my dick for a few minutes before she started getting tired. She told me to take charge. I rolled Mom onto the bed and climbed on top of her.

I penetrated my dick into Mom’s pussy and started fucking her at a decent pace. We again kissed as I fucked Mom. Mom had wrapped her legs around my waist. I fucked her in the missionary position for a few minutes. I felt like I was about to cum and warned Mom. Mom told me to cum inside her pussy as she had tied her tubes after my birth. I increased my fucking speed and eventually shot my load into Mom’s pussy.

I continued to fuck Mom. Mom got her second orgasm as my dick was going limp. I rested on top of Mom as Mom’s orgasm subsided. Mom and I then went to the bathroom completely naked and got ourselves cleaned. Dad was sound asleep and snoring as usual.

Mom and I have been fucking each other for the past five months, almost daily. We have fucked each other on every corner of the house during the day when Dad is not in the house. I have fucked Mom in every sex position and also I have shot my load in her every hole. Mom let me take her Anal virginity a few months back.

Mom even gave me a blowjob in a cinema theatre when we both went to watch a movie.

We plan to continue our relationship forever.

The End.

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We were cheated i assume. Or I am the only student in the Sweeny Independant School District. The others were not students. It turns out that they were paid handsomely for their time in school and I was the one who didn’t find out that was possible now they have all seemed to have retired and gone on to what appears to be their pretend jobs at the plant where they play nasty with young women and cheat on their wives and husbands. On a positive not Eva, if you ever consider me to be more than just a job, I am so in love with you that it hurts. It hurts so badly and i need you so much. Im alone and i have no one to talk to. My dogs are here but i want to move in with you wherever you want to. I have a chancce to be a millionaire on a lottery ticket and i think its promising. I want you to call and find out for me because i sent in my tickets earlier than expected so if i won i wouldnt have to hold on to them. I dont know where you are beautiful girl and im afraid i may not be as handsome as youd like but ill try. I have to get some things in order but im so miserable without you. I got as far as the StrongBad then Strong Bane door under grapes. Is that making sense? Pleas my love and my friend i have to hear from you or something about you to keep me motivated. I dont want you with anyone else I want you Eva. If you dont want me you have to tell me so i can pack up and just move away. I hope to hear from you soon. I want to answer whatever you want to ask. And ill listen to you as long as şanlıurfa escort you dont say your dead but MARRIED! You took a chcancce on becoming a pregnant girl with me and I didnt get to tell you but im sure you know it. You made me cum at a point i was not ready to stop feeling your body. Your tricks and games may have not been tricks but the only thing i can do since i dont get to talk to you is doubt. I dont want doubt. I want the truth. I saw a forum on Mental Health craigslist that kind of made me think you were playing me along with everything else. I know we didnt set anything in stone but our actions were enough for the entire world to recognise us. Babe, did you know what was happening? Can you come back to me right now and help me struggle through this? Ive decided to name the moment of ours Ever Love. Which can also be the same name im certain youd agree too if we got to have a baby together. Thats what i didnt tell you. I came in you the first time with no pleasure feeling on my end and for the very first time in my life i was perfectly happy with it. I wanted you to be the woman i grew to be in love or hate with but you were the perfect woman to have a baby with and i should have somehow realised it but at the moment i would have held you down and forced it into you beautiful girl because you had me so in thought about what the next steps would be for Us and when i never got to hear from you again then i did what i usually did. Set escort şanlıurfa in to drinking and pills. You are sexy and i think i want to wake your body up every morning by eating your pussy. If it turns out your name became Elfie aomehow and destroyed the respect Christina should be getting because i think of her as being you maybe a little less worn out on me. I would wear her out though. Im so lost and i can not function without you i have to have you with me at all times like a dog or something. They are about to throw me in jail because im causing a lot of trouble at the PD where chad is a bitch ass nigga thinking he has the kings chair but ive got my chair in my room at my dads house with out you. If you are staying in sweeny you better let me know do you understand me. I Can not get a report on a missing person or anything. I need your help. They are burying me. This is AN SOS or a desperate attempt to reach anyone who knows Eva Schmidt or the Elfie Blakley even? Wentworth, Brandy. Brandy Faye Odem. My Brandy Faye and always baby momma. Darlin, You have to explain to me some things very honestly or you can not take over the Ever Love name i control at this moment. Before it happens. You must becocme loyal to me for Ever. I love you girl and you always will be special. If you cant see that you are imprtant enough to tell me the truth and be part of me no matter what then you have misjudged me like i have done myself. I need you and your şanlıurfa escort bayan determination to settle up some really important stuff. Come contact the lottery people if you prefer to do it because i still am Not married so whoever does the calling has to be present with me and not destroying my life and running away. Ive been through too many things over you girls and its almost over for my life completely. Im having trouble getting blood thorugh the arteries at times because of either pressure on my chest or in it being controlled by someone else or it seems to have a mucus that breaks through. Its all being done by you i assume. I Deserver to live happily now i you dont think you can make me a part of your life and accept what i can give you then you need to consider therapy and get your battery drained. All of you ladies and women, young girls and boys will be part of us somehow. Porn, Sex, Phone calls, Video Chat. I like the idea of making Brandi into a beautiful evening gown for dinner and heels. Away from dennys, Id prefer it to be the mid day but thats something we can do later. In a sun dress and flats. With a flower in her hair. THe dress will be a baby blue or teal. Sea foam green perhaps because i think it would look great with her hair. Th shoes wouls neet to match closely but a shade or two darker. If she wanted ear rings they would symbolize something that she decided made her think of her and I as lifelong companions, friends, hump buddies, whateve knocked the rest of the world away and was just for us. After all, i did just give her the option for panties or not. I miss you girls i hope somehow you are having some decent thoughts about me to help me be ok with the was it turns out in the after shock of this stuff. You are mine. All of you.

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Although not completely necessary, I would recommend you read Sarah visits Gramps: An Awakening first as it explains how Sarah was first introduced to Gramps and his sex life! A second installment of the series Sarah visits Gramps: And this time wants his cock and a third Sarah visits Gramps: Sex Toy Party continues the escapades with Sarah, Gramps and all.

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Sarah could feel his butt muscles tighten up as he pushed his cock down her throat. She felt the first blast of cum hit her throat, even as she started to pull away so his cock was now in her mouth. He was a full eight inches of rock hard muscle with loose balls that were swinging back and forth, hitting her neck with each stroke. He continued to spasm as his cum now filled her mouth. Finally he pulled out and Sarah pulled his face down to her as she gave him a big, wet, sloppy kiss… sharing the recently deposited cum with him!

“Gramps, I want you to swallow your cum!” and he did.

“Do you like that, watching me swallow my own cum?”

Sarah replied, ” I think it’s kind of kinky. Have you eaten your cum much before this?”

“First time I ate my own cum was cleaning out your Mom’s pussy the other day. I seem to remember that you insisted.”

“Here’s the big question… should I call you Gramps or Tony. Since we’re fucking each other, sometimes I think Tony, but it is natural for me to call you Gramps.”

“I think that you can always call me Gramps. If we’re having sex around strangers feel free to call me Tony. Either way I will always love you, Pumpkin!”

Sarah asked “What sort of sex do you like most Gramps?”

Gramps replied “I love it all. I don’t think I’d care for any heavy BDSM, but a little bondage would be good. I’ve never been cuckolded, but perhaps you could arrange that. Group sex is fun. I’m not sure that I want to start sucking cocks, but I did stick my finger up Diego’s ass. You know I love having my asshole played with. Maybe we could work a tranny in with us. Sex toys can be fun. I am a bit of an exhibitionist… I like to show off my cock.”

Sarah replied “There’s no mistaking that you love having a dildo in your ass. I think I’d like to start giving you a weekly pegging. See how big a dildo you can take.”

“That sounds like a great idea. I bet your Mom and Ginny would like to get in on that as well.”

“You mentioned group sex. Do you and Mom and Ginny have a group you attend on a regular basis? If you do, can I tag along? I’d love taking one in my cunt, one in my ass, all the while sucking off another cock. I’d love to have several guys spurt their seed on my tits and face! And I think I’d like to continue to explore other women as well. I sure loved sucking on Ginnys clit the other night!”

Gramp’s replied “There is a group that meets on a semi-regular basis. Some of that group hook up at other times as well. Sometimes the girls meet by themselves or with only one or two guys. Occasionally several guys get together with a single chick. But right now I think I want to pull those shorts and panties off and lick your pussy. I want to make you come!”

Gramps pulled the shorts and panties down in one motion and Sarah stood there with a bikini top on and nothing else. Gramps got to his knees şehitkamil escort and slowly let his tongue lick Sarah’s slit. She was cleanly shaven. Then with his thumbs he pulled back the labia to show her pussy and clit. Gramps’ tongue went right to her clit and swirled around the little knob that had popped out.

Sarah groaned as her clit was massaged by Gramps’ tongue. Then she felt a finger slide into her pussy, entering and then pushing deeper inside her.

Gramps disengaged from Sarah and took her hand and brought her to the sofa. He laid down with his head back and told Sarah “Sit on my face! I want to suck your pussy and clit until you come!”

Sarah placed her pussy directly over Gramps’ mouth and lowered herself until she felt his tongue licking her clit. Bullseye! Gramps now had his hands on her butt cheeks, spreading them apart. Sarah felt her asshole spreading apart. Gramps moved his head down just a bit and started to gently lick her puckered asshole. Then he applied more pressure, trying to tongue fuck her. Sarah now placed her right hand between her legs and started to rub her clit. She took her middle finger and pushed it into her pussy. Rhythmically her finger stroked in and out of her pussy. Her thumb worked feverishly on the head of her clit. Gramps now took a finger and slid it into Sarah’s butt; full penetration with one thrust. Sarah arched her back as she orgasmed with a load groan and an “Oh! Fuck!” After several smaller orgasms she slid off Gramps and announced that her boyfriend, Bob, was coming over to meet him. He should be there in half an hour. Just enough time for a quick shower to freshen up. She grabbed Gramps’ cock and led him to the bathroom. She started the shower and pushed Gramps in, followed by herself. Grabbing the soap she started to wash Gramps’ back telling him “No fooling around. We don’t have time!” Immediately followed by “I have to pee!”

Gramps offered “Save some time and pee right here.” Sarah stood tall as the pee ran from her. Gramps took his hand and ran it through her piss until she was done. The he announced “My turn!” His dick was hard again and he pushed it down a bit so that his piss hit Sarah’s belly button. She soon had her hand in the stream of piss as well.

But that was it, they had a time crunch. Bob would be there soon.

Bob arrived a few minutes late, so Sarah and Gramps were dried off and had on fresh clothes. Sarah wore shorty shorts with no undies, with a sheer, white bikini top. As excited as she was to see Bob, her hard nipples were poking out. Her dark areola were showing through the top as well. Gramps had thrown on some swim trunks and a sleeveless t-shirt.

Bob walked arrived in shorts and a tee shirt and immediately went to Sarah and kissed her hard. Breaking away he leaned back and grabbed her nipples through the bikini top and gave then a tug.

“I see you are happy to see me!” Bob exclaimed. Then he turned and introduced himself to Gramps.

Gramps replied “Hi, I’m Tony, Sarah’s grandfather.”

When Gramps turned back to Sarah she had slipped out of the bikini top and was rubbing her hands over her tits, taking special care of her long, dark nipples. Her tits were full şehitkamil escort bayan and soft. They had a slight sag. She said “Boys, I think the girls need some TLC!”

Without any more urging, Bob started sucking on one nipple as Gramps took the other, rolling it between his thumb and index finger, changing the pressure as Sarah started to purr. Bob started to undo Sarah’s shorts and slid them to her ankles, proceeding the start to play with her pussy. He slid his index finger from between her legs up along her slit. Then with a bit more pressure found her clit just inside that slit. Using a circular motion along the head of her clit, Sarah started to thrust into Bob’s hand. Bob then sank his middle finger in her pussy and now used his thumb on her clit. Meanwhile Gramps had started to suck on Sarah’s nipple, taking time to give her a small nip with his teeth on them.

Sarah loved the feeling in her pussy and nipples. She was close to coming when she pulled away and told the boys to strip and start to stroke their cocks. Then she knelt between them, grabbed their cocks and start to stroke Bob as she placed Gramps in her mouth. Up and down her mouth moved on his cock, finally allowing him to thrust down her throat. Then again. Then she started stroking Gramps’ cock with her other hand and guided Bob into her mouth. Same treatment for Bob, after bobbing up and down on his cock she took his whole cock down her throat. Bob began thrusting his cock down Sarah’s throat, holding the back of her head so that he stayed fully down her throat for a longer time. Then up for air and back down. Spit was flowing out of Sarah’s mouth as Bob was face fucking her. After one final thrust Bob pulled out of Sarah’s mouth and spewed his cum on Sarah’s tits. She leaned over and scooped some cum from her tits and placed it in her mouth. Sarah eagerly sucked it down and then scooped some more, this time placing the cum in Bob’s mouth. Back and forth until Sarah’s chest was clean.

“Well boys, you’ve both eaten your own cum today.” Gramps and Tony smiled at each other.

Sarah had disappeared in the other room, when she reappeared she was holding a dildo in one hand and then brought her other hand from behind her, with a harness.

“Time for some good old fashioned pegging! Who wants it up their ass first?”

Gramps volunteered “Sarah, fuck me first. You know I love a dildo up my butt!”

“Sounds good, but let’s go to the bedroom first. Keep stroking your cocks as I want them ready to go.”

Upon entering the bedroom, Sarah instructed Bob to lay down on the bed, face up, head in the middle of the bed. Then she straddled him and Gramps got on all fours at the head of the bed.

“I want Bob to have a birds eye view of my strapon sliding in and out of your asshole.”

Sarah slide closer to Gramps’ butt and squirted some AstroGlide on his puckered hole. She worked it all around then inserted her middle finger in his rectum. Then she added her index finger and finally a third.

“Bob, are you getting a good view of this?” Sarah inquired.

“Yes, ma’am. My cock is getting even harder watching you violate his butt.”

Sarah now slid closer and placed the strapon escort şehitkamil on Gramps’ starfish and pushed into the well lubricated hole. The strapon was large, only about seven inches long but thick. Sarah affectionately called it “Black Beauty” because of the girth. After a couple of strokes, he took the entire strapon up his ass, moaning in pleasure.

Sarah then commanded Bob “Get your tongue up to my snatch and lick it while I peg Gramps.” Sarah continued to thrust into Gramps. Gramps’ large balls were now slapping Bob’s face with each thrust. Sarah slowed down and stopped with the strapon still in Gramps asshole and commanded Bob “Suck his balls!” Gramps stay still as Bob slid up a bit so that he could place one ball at a time in his mouth. Bob’s tongue was sliding around Gramps’ balls while he was sucking them. Then Sarah told Bob “Start to stroke his cock, slow at first. I don’t want him coming just yet.” Sarah starting to slowly slide the strapon in and out of Gramps’ ass, careful not to have Bob bite Gramps’ balls.

Gramps had never had another man suck his balls or jerk him off. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it. But Sarah was firmly in control and he wasn’t going to stop it.

Sarah picked up the pace and Bob went back to licking Sarah’s snatch while still holding onto Gramps’ cock. Then Sarah was slamming her strapon into Gramps’s ass as she started to groan and declare “Holy fucking shit!” Repeating it several times as she came. Coming down from the orgasm she was ready to peg Bob.

“This time I’ll be the filling in the sandwich. Bob, take Gramps place, and Gramps right behind me. You will butt fuck me, as I peg Bob. We’ll go slow at first to get into rhythm. “Now spread those ass cheeks Bob. Here’s some lube and a few fingers up your ass to get ready for my bad boy.” Sarah got Bob ready and jammed the strapon up his ass, took a few strokes and then had Gramps enter her ass from behind. Slowly they got into rhythm and started to pick up the pace.

Sarah was in ecstasy as she was both giving and taking. Soon she was ready to come again. And did she; “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck” she groaned as she exploded. Now Sarah pulled out of Bob and Gramps pulled out of her. She sat on the side of the bed and guided Bob to sit on her, taking the strapon up his ass. Soon she was pulling Bob down as she thrust upwards, sinking the entire strapon up his ass. Sarah instructed Bob “Stroke yourself. I want you to come like this.”

Sarah continued “Gramps come around in front and stroke yourself. I want you to come on Bob’s face. Let me know when you’re ready to spew and he’ll bring his face down to your cock. Maybe you’ll want to have him suck your cum out of you!”

It was quite a sight to see, Sarah pegging Bob as he bounced up and down on the strapon all the while jerking himself off while Gramps was standing in front stroking his large cock. Gramps was the first to be ready to come. He grabbed behind Bob’s head and forced him down to his cock as he continued to stroke. Gramps let out a moan as he spurted his cum all over Bob’s face; cum in his eyes, nose and mouth. A big blob of cum sliding down his cheek.

Bob was on the verge as Gramps pulled back and Bob pointed his cock toward his chest and let loose. His cum spurted all the way up his chest. First one rope of cum, followed by a second and third. Sarah pulled out of Bob as he slide onto the bed and fell back. Sarah bent over and started to lick the cum off Bob’s face and chest. Loaded up with some cum, she poised above his mouth and let the mixture of cum and spit drop into Bob’s mouth.

What a day!

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Sam and her Dad Chapter 8

Please read Chapters 1 thru 7 for context. This contains scenes of incest between consenting adults. If that bothers you, please move on to other stories.

Another Friday rolled around and it was Sam’s choice to pick a place for our bi-weekly seduction date. As a flight attendant, she made it easy for us to fly places. She got us on the local shuttle to the Big City and Casey, Sam and I flew to one of her favorite spots.

Sam, when she was younger, used to work at a strip club in the city and still knew a lot of the people there. We landed and hopped into a cab which took us first to dinner. After a few drinks and good food, we were in great shape for the visit to the club. I was looking forward to this as I had never been to a strip club before.

When we got to the club, this big black bouncer at the door immediately recognized Sam, picked her up and gave her a huge hug, her legs kicking in the air as she hugged him back. He set her down gently and she introduced us to him.

“Daris, this man is my Daddy and…..”

Before she could say anything more, Daris piped up and said, “OMG, this has to be your daughter, she looks like you. You have talked about her so many times and I was wondering if we would ever get to meet her.”

Daris quickly shook hands with me and then grabbed Casey for a big hug. She hugged him back and he set her down gently. Daris then spoke into his walkie-talkie and let someone know that Sam and family were here.

Within minutes, a tall svelte older woman came running up and grabbed Sam from behind, hugging her arms around Sam and grabbing her breasts.

“Hey, gorgeous, it is about time we see you here again. Please introduce me.”

“Daddy, this Michelle, she owns the club and gave me my first chance at performing. I learned a ton of stuff from her.”

I went to shake Michelle’s hand and she pulled me into a close hug. Next she grabbed Casey in a hug.”

“Michelle, this is Casey, my daughter. She needs to learn how to dance.”

“Casey, if you are half as good as your mom, you can work here anytime you want.”

“Come on, everybody, I know that some of the girls that will be happy to see you.”

We wound our way past the bar and Michelle punched a code into a door. Sam explained that it was a safety thing for the dancers, so that no strangers could enter the dressing room area. Sam led the way down the hall to a brightly lit room. Immediately this black girl came running and jumped into Sam’s arms.

“Chica, about time you showed up!! Are you gonna dance tonight with us?”

“I might, if you ask nicely, Charlie”

“Please, please, please dance with us, baby”

Charlie then gave a huge lip lock kiss to Sam. Sam introduced us to Charlie.

“Michelle, I have nothing to wear on stage.”

Both Michele and Charlie laughed, “You never needed a costume in the past. Matter of fact you preferred not to wear anything.”

I already knew that Sam had two matching outfits in her bag. One for her and one for Casey. I guess you would call them outfits. They left little to the imagination.

I looked around the room, there were women there in all states of dress, most of the outfits skimpy. I saw large breasts, small breasts and everything in between. All of the women were toned and had beautiful legs, probably from all the dancing they did. While Sam was introducing Casey to everyone, Michelle pulled me aside and wanted to give me a full tour of the club.

We went back to the main room where the bar was and she pointed out the three stages set up around the room. The center stage was for the featured dancers. Each stage had a row of seats around it for the patrons to get an up close personal view of the dancers. The girls were allowed to take all their clothes off in this club although many would something in reserve for later. They would try to entice as many tips as possible in that time. Plus it was an enticement for the men wanting lap dances which was the real money maker for the gals.

Moving from the main room, Michelle showed me the rooms without doors used for the lap dances which consisted of a large arm chair. Michelle explained that several bouncers monitored the rooms to make sure that no client actually touched the dancers. This was a rule strictly enforced by the management, unless the dancer gave her permission. When we got to the end of the hall there were three rooms with doors. Michelle told me that some of her girls liked to earn some extra money over sarışın gaziantep escort and above the lap dances. They would often use the lap dances to convince the clients to spend extra for some privacy. A bouncer stood outside the doors for protection of the dancers.

Opening one of the doors, Michelle pulled me into one of the private rooms. There was a small couch/bed. Michelle grabbed me and promptly gave me a toe-curling kiss. She then pushed me back on the bed and quickly undid my belt and pulled my pants off. Kneeling between my legs, she took my rapidly expanding cock in her mouth and swirled her tongue all around. I could tell she was a world class cock sucker as her lips and tongue sent me on a journey of pure pleasure. Not even Sam with all her skills could match the ecstasy that my cock was undergoing in Michelle’s mouth. Within minutes I was shooting sperm down her throat.

“I just wanted to prepare you for this evening. I know Sam will be teasing a number of men with her body.”

“Michelle, I have lived with Sam for a number of months and am well aware of her need to flirt and tease men. I learned long ago not to get jealous of other men, because I don’t think Sam can help herself when it comes to beautiful people. And thank you for the wonderful welcome.”

I got dressed again and Michelle led me back out to the main room. I got a seat at the bar and watched the parade of beautiful women as they performed on stage. The men sitting close to the stage all had fistful of dollars, ready to tip the lucky woman who paid them attention. I could see the dancers make the circuits around the stage, shaking their boobs or booties in the faces of the patrons. Each up close encounter rewarded the women with money stuck in their G strings. The really popular ones had $5 and $10 showing their stuff.

After they finished performing, the ladies circulated around the room looking for men that might want a lap dance. Of course this was the way the women earned most of their money. They would talk the men into buying them drinks which were actually seltzer water. The cost of the drink would be split between the management and the dancers.

In many cases the lap dances were just another opportunity for the ladies to talk the men into coming back to one of the private rooms. What was done in the private rooms all depended on what was agreed upon by the two parties. The more touching of the women, the more the man would pay. In some cases, a dancer fondling an uncovered cock could earn as much as $1000.

After a number of dancers had plied their trade, the lights dimmed and the announcer came on to talk about a special feature for the evening.

“Tonight, we have a special treat for you. A mother and daughter combo dancing on separate stages. It is up to you to decide who is the mother and who is the daughter.”

Sam and Casey came out on stage. They were both wearing the same outfit, a body suit that had thin straps at the top, widening out to barely cover their breasts. The suit continued down in a strip to their crotches and then back around to the sides near their breasts. Their backs were fully exposed. Actually most of them were exposed. The crowd of men applauded and I could see their heads whipping back and forth to catch all the action as the music started.

Sam had her long hair put up in a braid down to her waist. She walked out, swinging her hips as she circled the stage and on occasion leaned down to shake her booty at an adoring patron. I could see her practiced moves which were designed to enflame the patrons. Guys were constantly reaching up to stick dollars in her skimpy outfit.

Meanwhile on the other stage, Casey was emulating her mom although not with as much practiced smoothness. The patrons surrounding Casey, managed to reward her with lots of dollar bills as well. Her youth and good looks made up for some of her lack of experience on the stage.

As if on cue, Sam and Casey started to lower the straps holding their dresses up, teasingly an inch at a time, alternately exposing one breast and then teasingly covering it up again. Every time a nipple was exposed the men around both stages were standing up and waving money at the girls. The cat calls got louder as the dresses got looser. The slow exposure only pushing the men to be more boisterous.

As Sam and Casey made the rounds of the stage, several of the men were getting much more handsy when slipping dollar bills into gaziantep sarısın escort the girls’ outfits. Daris would often come over and admonish the men to keep their hands off the merchandise. No one wanted to argue with Daris.

Finally as the dance wound down, the ladies bared their tits for all to see, much to the delight of the crowd. The announcer told them that the women would be available for lap dances in a short while.

I could see that Sam had earned a large amount of cash in a short amount of time. Casey had done almost as well. The two of them exited the stage and came over to me at the bar. They both got a glass of wine and Casey gave me the money she had earned for me to hold for her. When I asked Sam about her money, she told me she would be dividing hers amongst the other dancers. We chatted for a short while and I could see the eyes of the men looking at me while my daughter and granddaughter were holding me close.

“Daddy, Casey and I are going to do some lap dances. You should come watch and maybe later on, I will give you a private dance.”

I watched as Casey and Sam toured the tables and soon had two men who eagerly agreed to lap dances. Following Daris to the back, I learned that he always kept an eye on Sam whenever she was at the club. I thanked him for being so good to her over the years.

Sam chosen victim was an older six-three white man, well dressed in a suit without a tie, who looked at her like she was something really good to eat. I thought to myself, if only he knew how tasty she was. He sat down with his arms resting on the side arms of the chair. Sam stood in front of him and cued the music. Sam leaned in allowing the man to get her scent. She then turned her back to him and showed him her ample ass and hips. I envied the guy as he pulled her back further towards his lap. She admonished him that actions like that would cost him more. He pulled out a fifty and set it on the arm of the chair. She backed up and started rubbing her ass on his crotch. He pulled out another fifty and reached around to grab Sam’s boobies which were covered by a costume bra. While she gyrated on his erection, he continued playing with her body, running his hands all over. I knew Sam would be dripping wet by now. He kissed her back up towards her neck as she leaned back into him. Getting up Sam turned and straddled him as he took off her bra. He played with her breasts and kissed her nipples. She ground herself against his crotch as if they were fucking but still have their clothes on. Daris told me most men would have popped by then, but this gentleman seemed very much in control.

After several minutes of grinding on him, I could see Sam had almost lost it. The man pulled out ten one-hundred dollar bills. Sam pulled him up out of the chair and they headed back to one of the private rooms, where I knew she would fuck him.

Meanwhile, Casey had picked out this tall black guy to dance for. She was in the chair next to her mother and copied her every move, also getting one-hundred dollars from him. She straddled his lap as he played with her breasts and her grinding was getting faster. He threw his head back and I could see the delight on his face. Casey knew she had made him come. She stood back and had a big smile on her face.

Casey came up to me with the hundred and fifty dollars she had earned. Stuffing it in my pockets, she leaned in and whispered, “Grandpa, I am so turned on right now. I need someone to fuck me.”

“Casey, you have lots of choices of men to play with. Why don’t you convince one to take you back to the private rooms and fuck you. Your Mom made a thousand for that privilege.”

“Grandpa, I don’t want just anyone. I want you tonight, please fuck me.”

Daris looked at me and motioned to one of the back rooms. I took Casey’s hand and led her back there. I could hear some laughter and moaning coming from the room where Sam was. I choose the room furthest from her room and Casey and I entered and shut the door.

Immediately, she was on me, taking my clothes off as I kissed her. I rubbed my hands on her shoulders and slid them down caressing her upper back. She was really turned on and I could smell her arousal. Taking her shoulder straps in hand, I pulled them down exposing her pretty breasts. Her nipples were erect and like hard little buttons as I tweaked them in my fingers.

I quickly peeled the body suit off and I could see the wetness from her pussy gaziantep sarışın escort bayan sticking to her thighs as I removed the suit. She meanwhile had my pants loosened and as soon as I get her naked, she dropped to the floor and pulled my cock deep into her mouth. Sucking it harder and harder, I mentally thanked Michele for her earlier blow job which allowed me to resist Casey’s swallowing my cock all the way down her throat.

I looked down at Casey’s eyes and said, “Granddaughter, didn’t you say you wanted to fuck?”

“Yes, Grandpa, please I need you so badly.”

I pulled her up and laid her down on the couch. Spreading her legs, I mashed my mouth to her pussy, licking from ass to clit, I attacked her hard. I heard her gasp aloud as the first orgasm hit her. Her legs trembled, Her head was thrown back and I heard this loud “Yessssss” as she came.

I didn’t let up and was determined to show her that I could make love as good as any porn actor she had lain with. After four orgasms, I removed my face from her pussy. She was molded to the couch with a big smile on her face. I placed my cock at the entrance to her pussy and slowly pushed myself into her. Her pussy grabbed me and it felt like she was pulling me in.

I started pumping in to her as I grabbed her legs and split her wide. I plowed her pussy as if my life depended on it. I kept turning her into different positions to attack her pussy from all angles. She panted and moaned with each new position. Her body was mine to maneuver and play with as she was content to let me have my way.

Finally, she was on her hands and knees with her face down. I grabbed her hair and pulled her up, latching my mouth on hers, as my balls tightened and I dropped a load into her pussy. She screamed in ecstasy as she came again. She collapsed on her tummy as I held my cock in her.

Finally, my erection faded, and I stood up. Moving in front of her, I motioned for her to clean me up. She gently took my cock and balls in her mouth and licked me clean. I helped her to get dressed and she told me that she was done for the night. I left her laying there and asked Daris to keep an eye on her.

Going back to the bar, Michelle came up and asked if everything was good. I thanked her again for her kindness. She told me that Sam was in the back room getting dressed and saying her goodbyes to her friends.

Sam eventually came out and we collected Casey and left to go back to our hotel rooms. We dropped Casey off at her room and Sam and I went to our room. I undressed Sam and we both got into the shower. we washed each other as we had a number of times. I loved caressing her tight body and we ended up kissing tenderly as we rinsed off. I wrapped Sam in a big towel and carried her to the bed.

Laying her down, I kissed her and could taste the lingering semen from the older man.

“Baby girl, did you enjoy yourself tonight?”

“Daddy, I had a wonderful time and that man was a really good lover. I wouldn’t mind seeing him again sometime. Michele said he was a regular and she would get his name and phone number for me.”

“Did you fuck him baby?”

“I did, Daddy, but he had a huge cock that nearly split me in two. I had to stop fucking at one point and I ended up sucking him off.”

“I know, Baby girl, I could taste him on your lips”

“Daddy, I should have brushed my teeth before kissing you in the shower.”

“It’s okay, Sam, you know I don’t mind.”

“Daddy?”

“Yes, baby girl”

“Make love to me Daddy”

I pulled Sam into my arms and we kissed and hugged. We had all the time in the world and we spent the next hour caressing each other. She ended up climbing on top of me and riding me while I caressed her breasts. Occasionally she leaned down and we kissed sweetly. I eventually came in her pussy and we both drifted off to sleep.

Several weeks later, Sam and I were in bed when she came over to me and kissed me on the cheek. I looked at her.

“Daddy, I have a surprise for you.”

“What, Baby?”

“Casey is going to have a little brother of sister.”

I looked at her and before I could ask the question she stopped me.

“Yes, Daddy it is your baby. I never let another man come in me except for you.”

I hugged her tight and kissed her. There was a knock on the bedroom door and we both said to come in. Casey came in the room and saw us in an embrace.

“I can come back later.”

“No, Casey, you obviously have something on your mind. Tell us what’s up, please.”

” I am pregnant”

Sam and I looked at each other and laughed. Casey looked hurt.

“No, Baby we are not laughing at you, Sam just told me she is pregnant with our baby and you are going to have a little brother or sister.”

“Who is the father?”

“Grandpa!!”

This set off a new round of laughter with all three of us joining in this time.

Might be continued…

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Josh had always been close to his mother, Cathy. She was his rock growing up and was always there for him no matter what. So when she called him up and invited him to come visit her for the weekend, he jumped at the chance.

As soon as he arrived, Cathy welcomed him with open arms. They hugged and chatted for well over and hour, catching up on all the things they had missed since their last visit. After a hard working week, it was just what Josh needed from his mom.

Later that evening, Cathy suggested that they watch a movie together. Josh happily agreed, and they settled on a romantic comedy.

As they settled into the couch, Cathy brought over a cozy blanket and draped it over their laps. Josh couldn’t help but feel a flutter in his chest at her sweet gesture. He had always loved spending time with his mother, but tonight felt different somehow. It was as if there was an unspoken bond between them that was growing stronger with each passing moment.

Cathy laughed at the jokes in the movie and snuggled even closer to Josh when the love scene came on. Her head rested against his chest, and he could feel her steady breathing şahinbey escort as she relaxed against his body. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have such an amazing mother.

As they snuggled up on the couch, side by side, Josh noticed how soft and smooth his mother’s skin felt against his arm. It was pure bliss just to be close to her.

As the credits rolled and the movie came to an end, Josh and Cathy stayed curled up on the couch, not wanting the magic, cozy moment to end.

Cathy turned to Josh and smiled. “Do you want a massage, honey?” she asked. “I noticed you were a bit tense earlier.”

Josh couldn’t believe his ears. Was his mother really offering to give him a massage? But then again, why not? They had always been close and helping each other out was just natural.

“Sure, mom,” he said, grinning. “That would be great.”

Cathy guided him to the bedroom and asked him to lie down on the bed while she got some oil. Josh removed his shirt and laid down. He closed his eyes and tried to relax.

The sensation of her hands on his back was şahinbey escort bayan exquisite. Her touch was gentle, loving, and expert. His muscles slowly melted under her hands, and he felt all his tension slowly ebbing away.

Through the wardrobe mirror, he saw his mom stranded on top of his back.

As she moved down his body, Josh couldn’t help but notice how beautiful his mother looked in the dim light. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her skin was radiant.

When Cathy reached his legs, she asked him to turn over. As he rolled onto his back, Josh found himself staring into her eyes. They were full of love and desire.

Josh couldn’t help but feel a twinge of embarrassment as he lay on the bed, being massaged by his own mother. But at the same time, he couldn’t deny the rush of excitement he felt at the thought of being touched by her.

Cathy seemed to sense his internal struggle and gave his arm a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry, honey,” she whispered. “This is just between us. It’s nothing to feel ashamed of.”

Her words calmed Josh’s nerves, escort bayan şahinbey and he allowed himself to relax again. As she worked her way down his chest and stomach, he felt his heartbeat quicken.

When Cathy reached his groin, Josh couldn’t help but let out a small gasp. He knew it was wrong, but the sensation of her hands around his most intimate area was too much to resist.

Cathy looked up at him and saw the desire written all over his face. Without a word, she lowered her head and started to kiss his stomach.

“Mom…” Josh said, but his mother did not respond.

Josh moaned softly as she made her way down to his boxers. With trembling hands, Cathy pulled them down and revealed his erect member.

“Mom, I’m sorry…” Josh said, trying to come up with a reason for having a hard-on at his own mother’s touch.

She stared at it for a moment, admiring it, before leaning down to take it into her mouth. The sensation of her warm, wet mouth on him was enough to make Josh see stars.

As she moved up and down his shaft, he could feel the pleasure building inside him. It was so wrong, but it felt so right.

Finally, with a loud groan, Josh reached his climax. Cathy swallowed every last drop of her son’s cum, then crawled up to lay beside him.

For a few moments, they laid there in silence, catching their breath. Then Cathy turned to Josh and kissed him on the cheek.

“Thank you for this, honey,” she murmured. “It was just what I needed.”

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