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As it turns out, our visit to the last university on the short list of prospects common to all four of us revealed it to be just right! Especially once we learned that it had a chapter of the sorority that our mother had been a member of and that its current leaders were actually expressing an interest in SNBs for this chapter’s housing, our decision was even easier! When I asked Mom how they’d even heard about them, she told us that she had announced their existence on a site for alumnae as soon as they’d passed final testing. As it turns out, sanitary nanobots fit in really well with the sisterhood’s main secret, which was that members were encouraged to develop looser-than-normal standards of privacy among each other as a means of bonding. Previously, this amounted to little more than leaving bathroom doors open even in situations when outsiders would almost certainly close them, but if the negotiations succeeded, my mom’s invention would enable it to be taken to a whole new level. When she was telling us this, I got the feeling that Mom wasn’t quite telling us the full story, but I figured she was just preserving at least some of the surprise for rush week, so I shrugged it off. The possibility of not having to give up our convenient self-relief habits as soon as we started college was enough to make us all look forward to the big move even more than we already were.

In the meantime, we three sisters and Beth had graduation and a whole summer to enjoy! Our commencement was quite long, as these things tend to be, with a keynote speaker giving a speech so drawn-out and dotted with thinly-veiled platitudes that I think even he was bored by the time it finally drew to a close. That was probably why, after the last student had gotten his diploma and the whole event was adjourned, the first thing Lina did after we piled into our car was hike up her gown, yank her pants down, and immediately start pooping on the seat. “Geez, I thought that guy would never shut up!” she groaned as a banana-sized turd promptly emerged from her butthole and forced its way out while she hovered a couple of inches above the cushion. In rapid succession, two more brown masses slid out of her body, the third one only slightly smaller than the first two.

On her part, Kala had been dancing a bit towards the end of the ceremony, so I wasn’t surprised at all when she simultaneously tore her gown and pants out of the way and promptly soaked her own seat with a torrent of pee that gushed out of her almost as if from a fire hose. She sighed deeply. “I don’t think I’ve ever had to go this bad! I actually considered just wetting my pants and hoping the gown would hide it!” She moaned as she pulled her panties and jeans back up and collapsed on her seat a few seconds before Lina did the same.

Although Beth’s home bathroom had been fixed, she didn’t stop availing herself of our unorthodox facilities whenever it was more convenient, which happened quite frequently, given how often she was at our house or in our car over the course of summer vacation. However, one particular night, it seems to have been her turn to shock us. The four of us were at a drive-in theater seeing the latest Disney remake. The convenience of SNBs was probably never more obvious than they were at the outdoor cinema, since we could eat or drink all we wanted and relieve ourselves right where we were without having to miss anything. No annoying bathroom breaks for us! Heck, as the climax mounted, Kala never even took her eyes off the screen as she raised her butt a bit off her seat, lowered her pants, and took a huge dump. A single soft moan was the only indication that she really even felt the three brown, bratwurst-like turds pressing themselves out of her body. Probably from sheer experience, she seemed to instinctively know how many seconds to wait after pulling her pants back up before she could lower her butt back onto a clean cushion.

That was unremarkable. What took us three sisters by surprise was what happened as the movie drew to a close. Beth had the biggest crush on the actor playing the male lead. Apparently, this particular flicked showcased his appeal especially well, because as the credits started rolling, our blonde best friend had begun playing with herself. At first, she seemed content to repeatedly squeeze her 38C breasts together while we looked on in amusement. Then, she started massaging her nipples between her thumbs and index finger, likely frustrated that she had to do it through the fabric of her top to avoid being indecently exposed through the car window. Barely a few seconds before we finished the last of taksim escort our snacks and would’ve otherwise started the engine to return home, she blurted out, “Oh, screw this!” She kneeled between her half of the back seat and the driver’s seat, practically tore her jeans and panties down, and promptly started stroking her genital slit. “Oh,” she sighed in tentative relief.

“Are you serious?” I sputtered, half-amused and half-shocked.

“Oh, c’mon!” she breathed. “With everything else we do right in front of each other, do you really think masturbation is a big deal?” Her stroking accelerated and then morphed into more of a pussy-probing motion with her fingers. With that her eyes drifted closed as her thrusts grew deeper and faster. “Ah!” she squeaked, signaling that some threshold of nascent pleasure had been reached. The ramming of her fingers into her vagina grew even more frantic, and she rested her cheek on the driver’s headrest as she started rolling her pelvis back and forth. When those rolls turned into sharper and seemingly involuntary twitches, I knew she had reached the point of no return. “Oh, crap, I’m gonna cum!” she managed to announce raggedly. “I’m cumming!” Indeed, she climaxed barely a second later, with a final, teeth-gritting warble and one last pelvic spasm. My sisters and I all watched in astonishment as she basked in her bliss for a few more seconds before simply pulling her pants back up and reclaming her seat with a sigh. “So, let’s go home, shall we?”

The spell finally broken, we could only giggle at her nonchalance. “Geez, Beth!” said Kala. “That was bold, to say the least! Even with our weirdly low privacy standards, it never would’ve occurred to us to do that!”

“She’s got a point though,” Lina chuckled as she revved up the engine. “I mean, if we can pee and poop in front of each other, masturbating just as openly doesn’t really seem that radical.” That happened just a week before college started, and as it turns out, Beth had inadvertently primed us for our initiation into Pi Iota Sigma, the sorority that had by then finalized the deal with our mom’s company to install SNBs into their housing. We three sisters were admitted by heritage alone, and Beth was allowed to rush as our alotted plus-one. Move-in day arrived far sooner than we anticipated, and as we stood among the other inductees before the large boarding house of ?I?, it felt like we had exchanged tearful farewells with our mother mere minutes rather than a full day prior.

The house had a rather cabin-like décor, aside from the ubiquitous burgundy carpet, which I found to be unusually soft for university housing. The walls appeared to be made of polished oak slats, and the doors looked like cedar or other somewhat darker wood. In the ranch-style kitchen, a wide ledge protruded from the back of the cabinetry that hosted the range, and three bar stools stood at that makeshift table to form a breakfast nook along the border between the kitchen and living room. The main couch and other upholstery was a deep navy blue. A single staircase led up to a small oblong landing that was actually the middle of the hallway along which the bedrooms and upstairs bathrooms were to be found.

This was a relatively small sorority, which was to be expected. Not only was it selective in terms of academic performance, but aspiring members were advised upfront that membership was likely to stretch their boundaries of bodily shyness. The membership committee carefully warned anyone who was interested that they would need to come with a very pragmatic and perhaps even clinical outlook on bodily functions, including sex and sexuality, or at least a certain open-mindedness to developing such an outlook. Obviously, that tended to shrink an already elite pool of candidates even further. While the mention of “bodily functions” was old news for us, the four of us were surprised by the “sex and sexuality” bit when we received our official invitations. Still, with our standards of privacy as loose as they already were, it felt like a reasonably safe bet that we could handle whatever they threw at us.

At the induction dinner, which was much less formal than it sounds, the sorority president, a leggy brunette named Laura, gave her welcome speech and introduced the incoming members to the sorority secrets and protocols. I couldn’t help but feel a bit smug when she first told of the sisterhood’s unusually open self-relief customs. Murmurs broke out among all the other newcomers in a strange mixture of astonishment and curiosity. Meanwhile, Beth, my sisters, and I all just şişli escort shared knowing smiles. Laura went on to describe SNBs, announced that their use this semester would make PIS history, and thanked my mom for inventing them, which I’ll admit made me even more self-satisfied in that moment. As Laura moved on to describe that privacy was also optional for masturbation and even outright sex, the four of us remained mostly unfazed. What did surprise us nearly as much as it did the other newbies, however, was what our leader said next.

“It isn’t even uncommon for members to assist each other in pleasuring themselves. Obviously, any lesbians among us may be inclined to do that anyway, but fairly early in the history of Pi Iota Sigma, even many of our heterosexual sisters came to discover that, even though they clearly prefer visualizing men in their heads while fapping, their clitores aren’t really that picky. A good mental image and a friend’s finger can go a long way.” She folded her hands before continuing. “It’s a bit like humping a pillow. It’s not like you’re actually attracted to an inanimate object. Nor does solo masturbation mean you’re an autosexual. When you’re horny, you’ll just take whatever’s on hand that gets the job done, or at least, that’s our philosophy here at Pi Iota Sigma.” She smirked before growing momentarily serious. “Now, there’s no pressure to do anything that makes you feel truly uncomfortable, and those of you who are in committed relationships should probably have a talk with your partners, depending on what you might be inclined to experiment with, but in any case, we do encourage you to explore and experiment in some way or other.” She punctuated that with a genuinely sweet smile before adding as a final aside, “I personally recommend humping a friend’s ass sometime. It’s a bit of a Pi Iota Sigma tradition, I think because the body heat makes it a little more authentic than a room-temperature pillow.”

Understandably, the inductees and rushers were just skeptical enough about the SNBs that none of them were willing to risk making a mess before they had seen them work with their own eyes. The incumbents had obviously chosen to let things unfold naturally rather than provide a premeditated demonstration. Although a few particularly bold newcomers soon dared to leave the bathroom door open while relieving themselves, the sanitary nanobots would have to wait for someone else to spontaneously felt the urge and avail themselves accordingly.

In the meantime, we set to work moving our stuff into our rooms. The upstairs quarters were arranged in blocks of two bedrooms each with one shared bathroom between them. Given that there were typically two girls in each bedroom, this might have seemed a bit precarious, even with the looser standards of privacy. As the daughters of the woman who invented the SNBs, my sisters and I were briefly pulled aside for an extra warm welcome, so I had the opportunity to ask about that. Apparently, prior to the installation of SNBs, if a sister went to the bathroom to find that the toilet was already occupied, the common solution, at least if she just had to pee, was to simply do her business in the shower right next to it. As for bathing, it was not uncommon for girls to shower together if they didn’t have time to do so consecutively, since the stalls were just big enough to suit two people comfortably. Of course, the SNBs would make things even easier, especially after the new members got used to using them.

I would be sharing a room with Beth, while Kala and Lina took the adjoining room. Beth and I had been able to preview the general décor and loved it so, we planned ahead and brought some burgundy bedclothes for our bunk beds and a little loveseat of matching hue. Kala and Lina went a more pastel route, with a largely lavender and teal motif. I think they actually managed to make it work!

At least among the four of us, I was the first to use the SNBs in our new home. It was shortly after the induction dinner, and before we began moving our stuff in, I suddenly realized I needed to pee, so I yanked my pants down, squatted on the floor of my as-yet-unfurnished room, and let loose. For almost a minute, I kept pissing freely on the carpet, emitting a long sigh as my bladder deflated while forcing out a very insistent stream from my pussy. Lina was next. It took us a couple hours to retrieve all our belongings from our car and find a place for them, but just a couple of minutes after we had declared ourselves officially moved in with a collective sigh, Lina lowered her panties, hoisted pendik escort her skirt up as she squatted low to the floor, and unleashed a flood of her own onto the carpet of her and Kala’s bedroom. Like mine, the torrent actually splashed a bit on the surface of the puddle, which grew to an impressive size despite the SNBs partially counteracting the deluge. It didn’t shrink away substantially until Lina’s body finally stopped feeding it and let the nanobots overtake it. I was reminded of why we never use the word “tinkle.” We’ve never been squeamish enough to really need such a cutesy euphemism anyway, but on top of that, the word suggests a rather gentle flow that would never do our peeing habits justice. We don’t tinkle. We inundate. I can’t remember the last time I took a piss shorter than 45 seconds.

It wasn’t until the following morning that I witnessed some of the sisterhood’s unusually open sexual practices. It was a Saturday, so Beth and I both slept in until almost noon. I was the first to stir, and after just dozing for a while, I realized a familiar need. I rose into my habitual crouch and promptly let my anus give way to a thick turd that soon folded onto itself, since the distance between my ass and the mattress was too short for it to come out straight. I raised my butt a bit so that two more brown bratwursts of roughly equal size could slide out more freely, emitting a croaky moan as I dumped the last one. The nanobots were already beginning their work on my pile as I climbed out of bed and stretched. My stomach growled, and given everything I’d been told about the sorority’s customs, I shrugged off the fleeting impulse to at least put on some underwear and trudged out into the upstairs hallway completely nude.

On my way to the kitchen, I ran into Laura and Kala in the breakfast nook, about midway through bowls of Cap’n Crunch and Frosted Flakes respectively. I also recognized a couple of newcomers preparing some pancakes. They wore pajama pants but nothin else, and Kala was as naked as I was, but Laura was dressed in white skinny jeans and a snug T-shirt with the words, “Keep staring. I might do a trick,” emblazoned across the bust. I chuckled while retrieving the milk from the refrigerator and asked, “How is it that the woman who should be more used to the sisterhood’s lack of modesty than any of us is the only one here that’s fully clothed?”

She laughed as I found a bowl of my own, claimed the remaining stool at the countertop, and poured myself a helping of the Frosted Flakes that Kala had left sitting there. “I had some community outreach business to attend to, and I had to skip breakfast in order to get there on time. Consider yourself lucky you got to sleep in!”

“Who would schedule something like that on a Saturday anyway?” Kala wondered.

Laura rolled her eyes. “I don’t know. Someone who’s too swamped on weekdays, maybe. I can’t think of any reason that would really make it any less annoying, though.”

While I had just gotten started, Laura and Kala finished their breakfasts shortly, laughing as they competed to see whose worst date ever was the most awkward. Despite the topic being less-than-ideal guys, it may have still been sufficient to turn Laura on. After setting her bowl and spoon in the sink, Kala squatted just behind the stool she’d been sitting in and unleashed a loud and forceful stream of pee on the carpet. What our sorority president did while my sister finished pissing was quite unexpected. With a soft sigh, she casually pulled her pants down to her knees, retrieved a hairbrush from her purse which sat at the end of the nook against the wall, and bend over the now barren countertop. I gaped at her in amused shock as she reached behind her round butt and stroked the edges of her vagina with the handle of the brush before finally inserting it deeper. She purred as she began thrusting it in and out, slowly at first but at a clearly escalating pace. Her eyes soon drifted shut, and within five minutes, she was panting as she rammed her hairbrush into her pussy. At this point, the mousy redhead who was our vice president passed through on her way from the laundry room to her bedroom and smirked at the sight. “I see it didn’t take long for you to witness Laura’s usual morning orgasm.”

By then, Laura was moaning quite audibly with ragged breath, her pelvis slapping repeatedly against the edge of the countertop as her seemingly voluntary gyrations started giving way to more instinctual spasming. The abrupt cessation of her hairbrush ramming signaled that she’d reached the point where conscious muscle control tends to falter, so when she climaxed a split second later with a loud half-grunt/half-moan, it was hardly surprising. Basking in post-cum bliss, she let the hairbrush drop to the floor and rested her arms on the countertop beside her still twitching torso. “Oh, I needed that!” she breathed with finality.

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“So what is this fascination with stockings that you have?” I smiled and almost stammered. I told her it was a fascination that began in high school and it just turns me on. “I suppose you’d like to see me in some?”

“Of course I would!” I blurted.

“Well maybe I’ll treat you someday.” I had my arm around her and I brushed back her red hair. We were older now. I pursued her with no success as a teenager and now we were approaching forty. She was still beautiful and very smart, I was- well-I was me. I was trying to look down her shirt. She caught me and smiled. I broke the tension by passionately kissing her. I couldn’t believe I was kissing her after all these years, her tongue tasted like a delicacy. I ran my right hand across her blouse in a mock ripping motion, just below her breasts. She pulled her head back with half lidded eyes. “Not so fast.”

“Not so fast?” We left it unsaid because she knew how long I chased her. She smiled again and nuzzled her head in my shoulder. I wasn’t sure what to do. I had waited for this moment for years and it was hanging the etiler escort balance. The question rose in the room in silence, before the bubble burst she blurted that she had to go to the bathroom. Didn’t Al Pacino say that in the “Godfather”? Wasn’t there a murder after he said that? I watched her tight little figure wiggle out of the room and I tried to block out all thoughts from my mind. After a few minutes she called me into her bedroom.

The blinds were turned backwards so the light was slanting into the room illuminating her lying on her stomach across the bed. She was nude except for a pair of black thigh highs and a cunning smile; her head turned over her shoulder like an orb. Her left leg kicked up and hung in the air. I was speechless for a change. She rolled over and causally spread her legs, “cat got your tongue?”

I shoved my face between her legs. I took a long lap up her snatch. She wasn’t bare but her bush was neatly trimmed, the brown curls ticked my lips. I used my hands to pry apart her legs and I settled my thumbs between pendik escort her pussy. I spread it wide and I took another long lap till I found her clit. She shuddered and I began to eat and lap. I couldn’t believe my tongue was diving inside the cunt I wanted for years. She was delicious and I ate like I was famished and for once I really was hungry. She locked her thighs around my skull and I felt her moan or hum, I couldn’t tell. My hands slipped around and grabbed her ass, trying to push my tongue through her spine. She bucked and she wheezed and her body started to stiffen. I hoped she was close because my tongue was getting tired. I blanked out and just kept going, her hand reached the top of my head and finally she shivered. I knew I could slow down and she scratched the nape of my neck with her nails. I pulled away and she looked me over with some half lidded eyes. While I bent over to kiss her my fingers found their way into her damp hole and she gasped and involuntarily shuddered. She rubbed my cock through my jeans, murmuring: “this is taksim escort a good place to hide a hard-on.” I felt the zipper go down and she grabbed my shaft and tried to bend over. She couldn’t make it so I held a finger up to signal stop. I got out of my shoes and socks and I allowed her to pull my pants down.

As they hit my knees she leaped and planted a sloppy kiss on my head, her hand guiding the base upright as she licked. We made eye contact as she swallowed my head and slowly began to bob. I couldn’t believe she was on my cock after all these years!

I tried to concentrate on removing my shirt and I fell backwards. “You all right there?” She smirked; I told her I was a little overwhelmed that’s all. “We’ll fix that.”

She leaned backwards and put her nylon soles on my chest and slowly rubbed my nipples. When her feet got to my waist she leaned backwards and opened a night stand to grab a rubber. She caught me staring at where the stockings stopped and her white thighs began. She gave me the package and stood next to the bed. Her back was to me and she began to stretch.

“I thought I’d give you some inspiration.” She stepped with her legs apart and brought her hands over her head; she bent over slightly and grabbed her knees, then her ankles. She looked absolutely ravishing and she turned to make eye contact. “I have red for later.”

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Chapter 02: Daughter of Syn

I ease my bike in next to Todd’s antique car and shut it down. The lack of vibration from the big motor between my legs comes as a sudden disappointment, even though I knew it was about to happen.

Running my gloves over the goose bumps on my bare legs,shivering at the feel of my hands, in lace, on cold skin. I squeeze my breast in the satin bra, my nipples are painfully hard from the cold wind. I love the feeling.

Lifting my helmet off, I place it between the handlebars, I pull my goggles down. They bump my collar with a leather on leather sound. With reluctance I peal my naked sex off the tank. I can see the line of moisture where it was. I smile as I settle my skirts.

I undo the knot and pull my scarf from my head and stuff it into the inside of the helmet. I place my goggles there as well.

Looking in the window of Todd’s car I use it as a mirror to adjust my hair. A glint of red light flashes my eyes as the setting sun slips from behind a billboard.

I pull my Gargoyles from my clutch purse. I also take out my ring.

I slip the most prized item of jewelry I have ever had onto my finger. Not even the silver and diamond ring on my other hand truly means as much to me. I lift the blade into the dying sun light, again mesmerized by the play of light and shadows through the engraved surface.

The sun’s reflection distracts me from what could have been a long session of enraptured gazing. I place my sunglasses on my nose and turn towards the iron gates. I stop and remember the gift on the back of my bike.

As I lift the roses from the seat box I see again the wet spot I left on the tank. I caress it, thanking my ‘Ninja’ lover for the pleasure he gave me.

My heels clicking on the stone walk as I go through the large gates and walk with no distraction to the shrine of my saint.

I drop to my knees in front of the rose enshrouded stone of white marble. Placing the half dozen roses next to it, I trace my silvery ring across the letters of her name. My deadly Elizabeth. The woman for which I was named.

Beth.

The name I rejected.

I feel it dropping away from me as I kneel in the sun warmed grass, smelling the rose perfume. I feel Baethny settle about my shoulder with a feeling not unlike the lace jacket that I wear.

It’s the Daughter in Syn that arises from before the grave of a murderess. It’s ‘the Daughter’ as they call me here that walks through the hanging chains into ‘Sanctuary’. My club, my place of business. My home.

I can smell the various scents as I pass the rooms going to where I know Syn will be. Leather predominates, but hidden among it, masked by it, is the old smell. The smell that was here the first day we came to look at the property.

They say you never can truly get out the smell of decay.

Who would want to hide so sweet a perfume?

I see my Syn by the bar as I step into the chapel. Incense wafts in slowly drifting spirals from the bowls. The smell of burning candles.

And death. Even here, in this place of old worship. If you know what your smelling it’s there.

I feel his eyes on me; I lift my glasses from my face and meet his gaze for a second then look down. The proper lady in the presence of her husband. konyaaltı escort bayan I feel my hair cover my face. I can feel his eyes on me as I stand still for his inspection.

I only glance up when I hear music. I know this will be a good night when three of my favorites begin to play together. Like rowdy children they seem to squabble till Tina brings them all into order with her power.

I watch him move. Encased in black leather pants and a charcoal gray shirt my Syn is beautiful to behold. His hair, a stark white, falls to mid back, held back from his face with a bit of leather from one of the broken whips. I remember the night I broke the thong across his back in my excitement. He was whipped bloody yet totally in control of me that night.

He hands me my glass. I lift it to my nose and shiver as the sexy smell floods my senses. I smile as He offers a silent toast.

I drink half of mine in three quick sips. The weight of the day settling onto me again in his presence. I set down my glass and go to him. I feel his powerful hands on my shoulders holding me in his protective embrace. The feel of the linen shirt under my face distracts me. I want bare skin.

He lifts my face and places a soft kiss upon my lips, then a second harder one, his tongue demanding entrance. I give it, but feel my blood rise at the presumption.

As I step back from him I rest my ring on his cheek and slowly slide the edge of the blade across his skin. I leave not a scratch. I cut only when I mean too.

I send a button to the floor. Then another. Then all the rest. I slip his shirt free to fall and hang from his waist, like black discarded skin.

Looking into his eyes I place my finger into the middle of his chest and push him to the table behind. I see the flinch when he hits the wood.

I watch the red trail with horrible fascination as is snakes its way across his hairless chest.

Stooping down I lick the essence of life from his skin back to the place I cut him. I shiver and my breath becomes a pant as I start to suck at the flow from its source.

Dropping my hand to my thigh and I slide it up my legs under my skirt and into the warm pool that is my sex. The hard metal of my ring finds the hard metal of my piercing. I shiver as the two meet like old lovers.

I can feel the dangerously sharp edge brush my skin, maybe shaving away the few remaining hairs I may have missed.

I can hear a slick wet sound as I feel the flood begin. I have always been a very wet woman when aroused. The taste of his blood in my mouth has always been the strongest aphrodisiac I know.

His hands close on my waist and he lifts me effortlessly into the air. He carries me to the bar. The polished wood spanks my ass hard as he sets me down.

His hand is strong demanding me to lay down. I feel the cold metal of the draft pull next to my face I turn and lick the copper sides of the pipe. A taste of old beer and copper, like the blood of a drunkard maybe. I writhe feeling his hands on me.

I watch as he worships my boot like a proper slave should. He can be that. A slave who is still the master because he lets himself be the slave for his own pleasure. I shiver at the hot fell of his breath muratpaşa escort bayan on the side of my foot as he kisses first one side then the other.

Then his lips descend down my leg. I shudder in anticipation of his lips on my lips. His hands, hard and firm cup my ass cheeks as he lifts me to his mouth.

The feeling of his mouth as he moves the hood piercing around is like nothing I can describe. Until it had the piercing done I could not even have imagined this pleasure let alone describe it to someone who doesn’t have one. Then his tongue is all over me.

Exploring places it’s been so many times before. Like walking the halls of your house in the dark. Knowing where to step without the need for light.

Reaching down I slide my ring to the side of my clit. The metal brushes the piercing. I moan as I tap the blade into my skin to the side. I feel the blood engorged skin release it bounty to his tongue. I feel the rough edge of his tongue lashing at the bloody flow.

I bring my leg around to the back of his head and my hand to the top. He confessed to me once he loves the feeling of being smothered in a woman’s wet lips. I oblige him as often as I can.

I clutch at the bar tap as he goes to work on me with a pleasure and a skill I have never found the equal of.

My fingers dig into his hair as I feel a rush starting deep inside me. It comes up from my spine in a tingling flow that has me moaning, then screaming. I clutch him to me tightly as I shudder and scream. I rest my face against the cold metal as he moves away from me.

Then I’m penetrated! It goes into me in a steady push, slick and cold feeling. I feel my lips distend outward as it thickens. I moan when pleasure takes a turn towards pain. Still he pushes it into me.

Then I feel his tongue back at work. It runs around the edge of the glass and my skin pushing me into the bumpy bottle. Then his tongue is back at the cut. Then back at my clit.

I can’t stand it any more!

With a scream that strips my throat I cry to the heavens for release. The goddess answers me with a black shroud that closes around me like the gentle night.

I wake slowly wishing I hadn’t, I feel a soft hand on my stomach. It shakes me.

“Be…”

That name! Spoken here!

I’m sitting up on the bar looking at him before I even realize what I have done. I bring my hands to my mouth in horror. The blade of the ring before my eye is dripping blood to my cheek. I feel it washed away by my tears as I hop down and go to him.

I hurts me to see Syn flinch from my touch. I take his face in firm hand and inspect the damage.

I sigh in relief that it’s only a little more than a deep scratch.

Then I see the drop of blood drip from his chin to his chest.

I attack his face with a fury I can’t contain. I drive pools of blood before my tongue seeking to swallow it all.

Shivering as the hot coppery flavor floods my mouth with a pleasure taste I love second only to one.

And I want that one.

My knees hit the cold floor with hard sharp pain. I snatch at his belt and tear the buttons open on his pants.

His cock as I pull it out is already dripping a stream of cum from the tip. serik escort bayan I take him deep into my mouth tasting precum and leather and sweaty man all at once. It mixes with the blood taste to drive me to heights of lust I rarely reach.

I clutch at him fighting my bodies safely switches. I push him deeper even as I feel myself needing to breathe. The rush of that is intense. I knew from this feeling what he had meant when he said he likes to be smothered in pussy.

Unable to breathe, choking on his cock, I finally have to pull back. A short breath to still my panicked lungs and I’m back with my nose pressed into the soft skin at the base. I move my tongue the metal ball tracing a thick vein on the underside.

His hands take hold of my head and he puts my mouth to it’s true purpose. I feel the control of my master as he takes control from me.

I feel the wet weep down my thighs as he uses my mouth for his pleasure. I begin to miss the blood taste I had at first. It’s been washed away by spit and cum.

I want it back. I bring my hand up to his cock and wrap my fingers around it. I let the head pump my lips as I tighten my fingers. I feel the tip engorge with blood.

The cut is minimal. But the flesh is so blood filled it sprays into my mouth. I swallow it down only to be filled again. Then warm cum joins the taste and the two mix to become my new favorite taste. I feel my cheeks suction in by the force of my mouth. I do not relent the taste is so overwhelming I want more, More, MORE!

And then my wishes are granted. I feel a second flow poor out onto my tongue. I swallow this blessing as he shudders.

I’m thrown to the floor as he collapses into the chair panting for breath. I sit there breathing hard watching him watching me. My eyes drop to where he’s leaking all over his leather pants.

Wastes not, want not.

I crawl to him and clean the flow from the warm leather. In long slow licks. I look up at him.

I smile.

My darling Syn is spent. Drained in all ways.

I climb to my feet and go to get my clutch purse. I retrieve his drink and kill the rest of mine at the same time.

With gentle care I clean up his cuts, washing the skin with a mind to his pain. I bandage the deep place on his face and the puncture on his chest. The one on his cock has already stopped.

I hear laughter in the distance. I place him back into his pants. His fingers begin to help mine as he hears the voices.

I go to the bar when they walk in. Several of our regulars. Some I know very well indeed.

I watch the red head Zazzel go to him. I smile as she hugs him. I know my smell is all over him. One of them asks if it’s too early for some shots of Jagger.

“Only if you have no desire to remember the night.” I tell him smiling

Bringing out the frost-covered bottle I fill a line of glasses.

I smile at Syn and the girl. One toy a night was our deal. We each may choice one toy a night to play with if we wish. Looks like Zazz is offering herself as that for tonight.

As I wipe the bar I stop seeing the pool of blood on the counter. Blood and my juices. I dip my fingers into it and turn to the big mirror behind me.

The line from the ‘Watchman’ comes to mind. I write it on the silvery surface in the mixture of juices.

“God help us all’

Sucking my fingers like they’re candy I turn and look back at Syn. Our eyes meet and I see his feral grin.

I lift my ring from the bar and slide it up my stained lace.

Baethny the Daughter in Syn.

‘The Daughter’.

I eye the young woman draped around my Syn with the look of a child in a candy story. Yes she will be sweet.

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Chapter 7: The Stranger

It was a Friday night, and Nancy was at Carl’s, the dive bar in the manufacturing district, giving out her usual twenty dollar hand jobs. The patrons looked forward to her visits all week long. Each had their own favorite type of hand job, and Nancy provided them all.

Hank, the carpenter, liked dirty talking during his hand jobs. He had his trousers around his ankles as Nancy stroked at twisted at his cock and balls and kept up her stream of dirty patter. She was sitting on the toilet in the ladies’ room, and Hank was standing in front of her.

“I love stroking this big fucking cock of yours, Hank,” Nancy was saying. “I like to watch your giant cock head swell up, and see the eye of your dick open wide as I stroke it. Your big cock eye is looking right at me, Hank. I like the feel of your hard shaft, and the smoothness of the skin. I like the way your balls feel in my hand, too, so big and heavy and full of sperm. And I like squeezing and rubbing and stroking you, your cock and your balls. I can’t wait for you to shoot a big load of wet, slimy semen right at me, Hank. I’ve got my shirt open so you can shoot it all over my boobies. Shoot it for me, Hank? Shoot me with your big gun of a cock? I can feel it swelling in my hand; I can tell it wants to shoot. I can feel it in your balls, too; they are heavy with your big load. Come on, Hank, give me that big, creamy load of cum!”

Nancy’s soft, twisting, spit-lubed hands, her talented stroking, and her erotic voice all combined to push Hank over the edge. He grunted, leaned back, and launched a large load of semen directly onto Nancy’s naked boobs. Nancy watched as his thick white rope of cum splashed all over her chest, holding onto his cock throughout. Hank shuddered a few times, shook his shoulders, and then relaxed.

“Thanks, Nancy! I’ve been waiting for that since last week. You just get better all the time.”

Hank zipped up and left the ladies’ room, and walked past the line of waiting men. They all looked up, and the first one in the line headed in to take his place.

This was Stew. Stew was a pipefitter, and very strong. He had huge forearms, and a huge cock as well. He liked his hand jobs fast, furious, and rough. He could take it.

“Hi Nancy,” said Stew, handing her his twenty dollar bill.

“Hi, Stew. Another fast one?” asked Nancy.

“Yep,” said Stew. Stew wasn’t much for small talk. He dropped his pants and stood in front of Nancy, sitting there on her hand job throne.

Nancy reached into her bag for a bottle of Wet Platinum lube. She liked silicone-based lubricants when the action was going to be rough; it was long lasting, and extra slick. She lifted Stew’s already-growing cock with her left hand, and dribbled a long bead of Wet onto the top of it. Then she put the bottle aside and started massaging the lube into the long, hard cock dangling before her. After a few moments of rubbing, she added another dose of lube. Eventually, Stew’s cock was sliding in and out of her hands like a piston in the cylinder of a race car.

Nancy stood up. She needed leverage to give Stew the kind of fast, furious, rough hand job that he enjoyed. She stood in front of him and braced her forehead against his chest, supporting her weight against his body. Her hands, hanging below her, gripped his monstrous shaft like a baseball bat, thumbs on top. She swung, forward and back, sliding back and forth from the tip of his cock head to the base of his shaft, over and over, faster and faster, jamming her fists into his groin on each pass. Stew didn’t care for fancy technique; he just wanted it fast and tight. Nancy squeezed with all her might, forcing the blood deeper and deeper into the tissues of Stew’s straining member. The cock responded by getting larger and harder with each and every stroke. Nancy yanked as hard as she could on the upstroke, as if she were trying to yank his cock out by the root. Stew loved it. She yanked faster and harder with each stroke. Stew’s breathing came in ragged gasps as he felt the blood rising in his neck and face, and the flush overtaking his entire body. Nancy continued to swing, her well-lubed palms slipping easily over the vein-laden shaft of Stew’s gigantic cock. She could feel the fatigue growing in the muscles of her arms as she yanked his crank with all her might, but she never let up.

Stew threw his head back and howled to the ceiling; he was in heaven. Nancy stroked as fast as she could, nearly ripping his massive tool from his body. Her hands, tight around his shaft and his bulbous head, squeezed with all her strength. Finally Stew reached his limit; Nancy’s talented hands had pushed him over the edge. His cock spat a gigantic load of white pearly cum across the room, which splattered on the far wall. Stew tensed, froze, and then shook his body, cleared his throat, and refocused his eyes. Then he looked at Nancy.

“Thanks, hun,” he said. Always a man of few words, he gave her a smile and left the konyaalti escort room.

As soon as Stew left, Billy B. came into the ladies’ room. Billy B. was one of the stranger folks who hung out at Carl’s. He was a welder by trade, and a decent sort, but he tended to have a strange way of looking at life. He didn’t have a favorite hand job technique, but always had some new, and usually strange, request. He handed Nancy his twenty dollar bill, and stood there, motionless, thinking.

“Hello, Billy,” Nancy said. “Are you ready?” She waited for him to drop his pants so that she could start stroking his cock.

“Yes, I’m ready. But, I’m not sure what the hand job du jour should be,” Billy explained. “How about you do me… with your feet?”

Nancy looked at him like he was crazy. “How can you do a hand job without using your hands? That would be a foot job!” she said.

“Well, you’re the expert, not me. Want to give it a shot?”

Nancy shrugged. Why not? “Okay, Billy, let’s give it a try. Drop your pants.”

Billy dropped his trousers to the floor. He had a long, thin cock with a small, pointed head. Nancy sat on the toilet lid, leaned back, and kicked off her tall strappy espadrilles. She lifted her bare feet, soft and delicate, and placed them on either side of Billy’s long, thin cock, nestling his shaft between her soft insteps. She started to stroke, back and forth, swinging from her knees and hips. She wasn’t happy with the lack of technique, though; there was only so much she could do with her feet. Nancy liked to use subtlety, but there were no subtleties to exploit here.

“How does that feel, Billy?” she asked, not wanting to have an unsatisfied customer.

“Well, not bad. But not too special, either,” Billy mused. “Can you kick it up a notch?”

Nancy thought he was an idiot, but a customer is a customer, after all, and must be taken care of. The tougher the customer, the better the success story, she thought. That’s just good business. She had an idea. “How about some lube?” she asked him. Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed her bottle of Wet Platinum and squeezed a generous helping onto the sole of each of her feet. She replaced them on the sides of Billy’s cock and again began to stroke.

“Oh my fucking God!” squealed Billy. “That’s it!” He put his hands on top of his head and started to rock in place, in time with Nancy’s lubricated foot-stroking on his long thin shaft. Nancy could feel the squishing of the lube between her soft soles and Billy’s shaft. She nestled his cock in the ridges formed by her toes and the balls of her feet, like a hot dog nestled between the two sides of a bun. She stoked slowly and softly with her delicate tootsies, giving Billy the unique and erotic foot job that he had never before experienced. It made her thighs and calves ache with the unaccustomed effort, but it was worth it to see the ecstasy on her customer’s face.

“Oh, yeah, Nancy, that’s it, that’s it!” squealed Billy B. “Yes, baby, keep it up!” His face was a grimace of pleasure, and his hips swung in time with Nancy’s foot stroking. His eyes stared fixedly at Nancy’s feet, and her dainty toes, as the stroked and massaged his engorged member. Before long, his long thin cock erupted, launching a milky white arc of cum in the air, between Nancy’s upraised feet, to land between her legs on her white cotton panties.

“Very interesting,” Billy said appreciatively, as he contemplated the results of his foot job while his heart rate and breathing returned to normal. “I shall have to remember this method. Thanks, Nancy!” he said, as he pulled up his trousers and headed back to the bar and his mug of beer.

The next to enter the ladies’ room was Angel, a short, swarthy man, a machinist, with a short, stubby cock. He was a Latin lover, and liked a romantic hand job. He was also very sweet on Nancy. Even though he had a wife here in town, and several other wives back in Guadalajara, he still thought of Nancy as his own special lover.

“Hola, Mamacita!” he said, as he entered the room and handed Nancy his twenty dollar bill. “I am ready for your loving embrace, mi corazón dulce.” He threw his arms around Nancy and gave her a huge hug.

Nancy stood up and returned his hug. She knew that Angel needed to feel the love in his hand jobs. She stood beside him, and put one arm around his waist. With her other hand, she unbuckled his pants and let them fall. Then she grasped his fat, stubby cock with her well-lubed hand. She stroked and twisted it, all the while looking up into his eyes, her lips trembling with feigned passion.

“Oh, Angel, you loving, sexy hombre, you know that I live for those few moments when I can stroke your cock; when I can show you how much you mean to me. When you let me devote my life to loving and stroking your cock, to coaxing out your semen, to letting you make me feel like a woman!” Nancy nearly choked on muratpasa escort the bullshit, but she knew that Angel got off on it. “Your throbbing cock in my hand makes me complete, makes me a woman!” Angel’s short stubby dick never felt more huge, more alive, than when Nancy was stroking it, loving it, letting it know that it was the most wonderful cock in the entire world. Soon it was spewing spurt after spurt of semen onto the floor, onto the wall, and into Nancy’s palm.

Angel looked at Nancy. “Mamacita, you make love to my cock no other lover ever has. You are better than any of my wives!” He lavished her face with kisses before pulling up his trousers and going back to his bar stool and his cerveza. Nancy lapped up the puddle of semen from her palm, swallowing it down greedily. It helped to quiet the emptiness, the hollow feeling, that she often felt deep in the core of her being. It helped to send the emptiness to sleep, so that she could go on with her life, and deal with the lonely, hollow pain that she so often felt.

The door swung open again, and a stranger entered. Nancy had never seen him before. He was tall and muscular, dangerous looking, with long, shaggy hair and a stubble of beard. He was wearing a leather vest, filthy jeans, and tall boots. His arms were covered with tattoos, and he was chewing on a toothpick. He stank.

Nancy stared at him, scared stiff. She wasn’t accustomed to strangers here at Carl’s. And this stranger exuded danger and fear. She didn’t know what to do.

“Well?” asked the stranger, in a deep, gravelly voice. “Do you give hand jobs here or what?” He took a wallet out of his pocket, fastened to a chain, and extracted a twenty dollar bill. He handed it to Nancy. “Stroke me, bitch. And it better be good!”

Nancy took the bill and stuffed it in her purse. This gentleman wasn’t very nice, but business was business. She unbuckled his belt and watched as his jeans dropped to the floor. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. Nancy considered that a bad omen; people of good breeding always wore underwear, in her opinion. His cock sprang forth; it was huge. Long, fat, and bright red, with cruel blue veins bulging out all over the shaft. Nancy was almost afraid to touch it. She reached out her hand, tentatively, and lightly stroked it.

“How do you like your hand jobs?” she asked, timidly.

“I don’t care. Just stroke it, bitch!” the stranger said. Nancy gripped the cock in her fists; it took both of her small white hands to fully encircle the girth of the massive organ. She stroked up and down the shaft, slowly at first, then faster and faster. The stranger kept his eyes open, glaring at Nancy the entire time. Nancy averted her eyes, and stroked faster and squeezed tighter. The stranger never let on that he felt any pleasure at all. Nancy grabbed her nearby bottle of Wet Platinum and poured it onto the red, veiny shaft. She stroked and stroked, desperate to achieve some level of pleasure in this strange, dangerous-looking customer.

Finally, the stranger closed his eyes and tensed. Nancy redoubled her stroking, adding as much twist as she could manage on the oversized cock. The stranger clenched his teeth, grunted, and thrust his hips out violently. His dick eye spat one long, sticky rope of semen across the room, which splattered on the far wall. He opened his eyes, which continued to glare. He pulled up his trousers and buckled them.

“Well,” he said, in his deep, gravelly voice. “I don’t know if that was worth twenty bucks. Maybe I’ll come back for a second helping later,” He turned and walked out the door without another word. Nancy stared at the closed door behind him, her face ashen with fear.

After a few moments, Nancy’s friend Curt walked in the door. Curt was one of Nancy’s favorite customers. He was handsome and polite, and he always wore underwear. More than that, he always treated Nancy with respect. Nancy liked him a lot.

Curt took one look at Nancy and sensed that something was wrong. “Nancy! What’s the matter?” he asked. “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

“Curt, did you see that stranger that just left the room? The scary dude with the tattoos?” Nancy asked.

“Yeah, I saw him,” said Curt. “I’ve never seen him here before. But I didn’t like the looks of him.”

“He scared me,” said Nancy, trembling.

“You need a drink. Wait here!” said Curt. He ran back out to the bar, and soon returned with a tumbler. “Here, drink this,” he said.

Nancy chugged down a generous portion of the drink in the tumbler, and immediately coughed and choked. “What was that?” she asked, sputtering.

“Mostly gin. A little water. I figured you needed it,” explained Curt.

Nancy wiped her mouth, then downed the rest of the drink. “Oh, Curt. He scared the shit out of me!” she wailed. She ran to Curt, and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Curt sat down on the toilet lid, pulling Nancy serik escort down onto his lap. He kept his arms around her, and rocked her gently. “It’ll be alright, darling. I won’t let anything scary happen to you. Big Curt will be your guardian angel!”

Nancy had to laugh, despite her fear. Curt was so serious. But she doubted that he would last a minute in a fight with the scary stranger. Cut was handsome and muscular, but not mean. The stranger would make mincemeat out of him if there were to be a fight.

“Just hold me, Curt. Just hold me awhile,” she begged.

“Of course, darling,” Curt told her. He held her for a long time, sitting there on the toilet in the ladies’ room of Carl’s dive bar in the manufacturing district. They sat, hugging, waiting, while Nancy gradually regained her composure and felt better.

By now it was getting late. Nancy knew that the customers would be heading home, and there were few hand jobs left to be performed tonight. She might as well go home herself.

“Thank you, Curt. You are so good to me,” she said.

“No problem, darling,” said Curt. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes,” said Nancy, feeling better. “I think I’ll head home. Tomorrow is another day, after all, and I’ll be fine by then.”

“Okay. Good night, then. And be careful out there!”

Nancy gathered up her purse and other effects, and Curt walked her out to the main room of the bar. Most of the stools were empty by now. Carl, the ancient bartender, was wiping out a glass with a rag. Nancy headed for the door. Curt waived goodbye.

Nancy walked down the street. The bus stop was only a few blocks away. The street lights cast long shadows as she walked along the empty sidewalk. The streets were silent. The storefronts were dark. She got to the bus stop, and checked her watch. There should be a bus along in a few minutes. She glanced around, still feeling a bit nervous.

Suddenly Nancy knew that she was not alone. She felt a presence, palpable, near her. Her skin tingled. She looked around. She saw no one. Then a voice behind her startled her nearly out of her skin.

“Well, if it isn’t the hand job slut,” said a deep, gravelly voice. Nancy whirled to face the scary stranger, in his leather vest and tall boots. His eyes were wild, staring. Nancy’s hand flew to her mouth in horror.

The stranger was fingering a knife, chained to the belt around his grimy jeans. “I suppose you took in quite a haul, slutting your hand jobs around at the bar all night, didn’t you, bitch?” he asked, his eyes glaring. Nancy just stared, her eyes wide, her hand over her mouth.

“Maybe you’d like to give that cash to me? After all, that hand hand job you gave me really sucked. I’ve had better sex from my own hand. Give me the goddam money, bitch!” He brandished the knife menacingly.

Nancy was nearly paralyzed with fear. She tossed her purse at him, her hands far too shaky to try to extract the cash from it herself. She just wanted him to go away! The stranger rifled through the purse, pulled out a large wad of cash, and thrust it into his pocket. He tossed the purse aside.

“Well, that’s a nice start,” he growled in his deep, gravelly voice. “But it doesn’t make up for wasting my time with your lame-ass hand job. There’s something else that you owe me. That pussy of yours, for starters. I’ll bet your pussy will do my cock much better than your hands did.”

The stranger grabbed Nancy, his arm wrapped around her neck, the inside of his elbow pressed against her throat, choking any possibility of a scream. He pulled her body to his chest. He dragged her, backwards, her heels dragging on the ground, into a nearby alley. Deep in the alley, where the only light came filtering in feebly from a street lamp out on the curb, he threw her to the ground. She lay there, leaning back on her elbows, sobbing, her legs spread out in front of her.

The stranger stared at her, the street light behind him, throwing him into silhouette. All that Nancy could see was a huge black shape, menacing, coming toward her. She was scared witless. She could do nothing but stare at the black silhouette in horror.

The black shape advanced. The steel of the knife glinted in the faint light of the street lamp. Nancy couldn’t breathe; she felt as if an elephant were sitting on her chest. She wondered if she would die in the next few minutes. The black shape continued to advance.

Then Nancy heard a loud, clanging thud. The stranger, looming over her, had a vacant, surprised look on his face. His mouth was shaped in a large, gaping O, and his eyes were wide. A red flower was blossoming over his right ear. The flower bloomed, and grew, and then slid and dripped down the side of his head. Then he leaned to his left, and fell over, crumpling to the ground. Behind him, standing in the empty space that the stranger had previously occupied, stood Curt. Curt had a long iron pipe in his hands. His face was grim.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

Nancy could barely speak. “I… I don’t know,” she said, her voice a hoarse whisper.

Curt pulled her to her feet. “It’s a good thing I followed you,” he said. “I didn’t like the looks of that fellow.”

Nancy stared at the crumpled form of the stranger, lying on the asphalt of the alley. “Is he dead?” she asked, her hand in front of her mouth.

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“Are you guys ready?” she asked uncertainly.

“I’ll go first,” one of them replied. He stepped forward, a smug smile on his lips, and glared down at her challengingly. The others all watched expectantly.

This was it: her last chance to back out. No, sorry it was all a joke. Ha ha. Goodbye.

But if she did that she’d never get an opportunity like this again. She made up her mind.

She tossed her dark hair back defiantly and, holding his gaze, lowered herself to her knees in front of him. The smile vanished from his face as she ran a hand up his leg and felt his thigh muscles tense. His zip was incredibly loud in the sudden still silence of the room.

“I thought you said you were ready,” she scolded slightly as she pulled his half limp cock out from his underwear. “I’ll fix it.”

His eyes rolled up into his head as she took his cock in her warm mouth and started sucking. As he moaned, she gazed around the amazed faces of the other men. So, they were obviously thinking, she had been serious after all.

As the first guy’s cock grew in her mouth, stretching her jaw, she wrapped her hand around his thick shaft and started pumping him. The second guy now had a huge bulge in his pants, and moved forward, not only getting a better view but claiming his right to be next. She smiled and felt the juices stirring between her own legs. This was going to be so much fun.

She licked around the head of the first guy’s cock and tasted his flavour leaking from his slit. She tongued it gently and heard him moan above her. Well, that certainly shut him up. He was warming up well and started thrusting gently into her mouth. She controlled him with one hand, while her other reached down under her own dress. Her juices had already begun to soak through her panties. She pulled them aside with one finger and easily slid another finger into her slick opening.

She moaned at her own touch then noticed the other faces watching her intently, enjoying the show. Well, if it was a show they wanted…

While still sucking that gorgeous cock, she leant forward and pulled her dress up over her hips and around her waist. There were murmurs of approval as her shapely legs and white panties came into view. The murmurs became cheers as she revealed her bra. With some difficulty, she managed to pull the dress over her shoulders and as she pulled her head back he came. She held her dress forward and the string of cum jerked through the neck of her dress, neatly missing it, and landed on her chest and bra.

The first guy fell back with a sigh and the second took his place. He undid his belt and let his jeans fall to the floor to reveal his stiff cock pointing up at a sharp angle. She suddenly understood where the term ‘going down’ originated. She tossed her dress into a safe corner, knelt up and lowered her mouth over her new cock. He moaned and thrust between her lips and she felt the satiny smooth skin brush the back of her throat. She lowered her head and gagged a little, but held him there while she reached behind her and undid her bra. She wiped as much cum off her bra as she could with her hands and threw it in the corner too, then wiped her sticky hands against her thighs. While she’d been busy konyaaltı escort the rigid cock had slid further into her throat, making it harder for her to swallow. Saliva oozed from the corners of her mouth and covered her chin and she used the lubrication to bob her head faster and deeper over the second cock. He didn’t last much longer.

With a gurgle he thrust his cock forward, but she was faster and pulled back. His cum splashed over her neck and breasts, and dripped and mingled with the previous load. She dipped a finger into the warm liquid and compared its taste to the previous one. It was sweeter but thinner and she wondered what the next one would taste like. She didn’t have to wait long to find out.

She felt her head grabbed by the next guy and a thick throbbing cock was shoved roughly down her throat, almost choking her. He entwined his hands in her hair and started fucking her face. She could smell his excitement and relaxed her throat, and his cock slid faster between her lips. She put out a hand to steady herself and grabbed someone’s naked leg. With her head held firmly, she was unable to see who it was but she slid her hand up the thigh, reaching expectantly for another rigid cock. She wasn’t disappointed and started pumping it with one hand while her other hand reached inside her soaked panties again.

Her clit was incredibly sensitive and as she slid a finger inside herself, a mini orgasm rocked her body. The voices around her were cheering her on, begging her to show them more. Then she felt hands stroking her arse and her panties were pushed down so her audience could watch her perform. She lifted her legs one at a time and her helper removed her panties and threw them aside with the rest of her clothes.

She was now naked, on her knees, fingering herself with one hand and pumping a cock with her other hand while her mouth was fucked like a discount whore’s cunt. The man she was sucking pushed her and she fell backwards, spilling saliva and precum from her mouth over her own tits. He tugged his cock twice and his cum streamed over her thighs and pubes. Another cheer, then seconds later another gush of cum from the cock she’d been wanking spilled over her arm and ribs. She felt the warm liquid cover an erect nipple and, loving the sensation, she spread some on her other nipple and started squeezing it between her thumb and forefinger.

The men crowded round her now. Another cock was thrust into her mouth as she lay back, and she could see more cocks wanking above her, aimed at her gorgeous tits and wet pussy. Their warm hands stroked and squeezed her while their cum cooled the patches of her skin where it had landed.

Another cock came in her hand. She swapped hands, using her cum filled hand to further lubricate her pussy while reaching for another hard cock with her free hand. Warm salty cum splashed against the back of her throat and she thrust three fingers inside herself and came again on her own hand. As she writhed in ecstasy the cock came out of her mouth and another burst of cum splashed against her milky white shoulder. She recovered somewhat to find herself with only one cock.

A couple of muratpaşa escort guys were laying exhausted round the room, and at least one had already left. One last man was standing back naked but watching and waiting. She smiled coyly at him, then placed the cock she was holding in her mouth. Two sucks and it exploded between her lips. She didn’t swallow and as the cock was pulled out of her mouth, she smiled and cum drooled from the corners of her mouth down her chin. The cock’s owner looked about quickly, grabbed his clothes, then scurried out of the room.

She looked into the last man’s eyes and licked her lips. He grinned at the sight of her then strode forward, his long cock swaying as he did. In response, she slowly pulled herself up on all fours and sinuously stretched up onto her knees until her eyes were level with his navel. She reached a hand towards his cock and he reached out towards her as if to help her up. Instead he firmly took her wrist and held her arm over her head. She looked up at him shyly while a drop of cum fell from her chin onto her dark nipple. She reached her other hand towards his cock and he took that too and held it over her head. His gaze shifted from hers and she followed it to her pert breasts which were stretched high. Even though her hands were held, she bobbed her head forward and tried to take his cock in her mouth. He pulled it away teasingly, then put it back and rested it on her lips. She opened her mouth and he pulled away again. She held still and waited patiently with her mouth open. It was only a matter of time and sure enough, he slid his cock forward, used it to wipe the cum from her chin, then slid it onto her tongue. Slowly she slid her tongue down the length of his shaft, then back up and over his swollen purple head. He moaned and one knee almost buckled, but he still held her arms high. Ever so slowly, she inched his cock further and further into her mouth until she could feel his head against the back of her throat. With a sudden push of her head his cock slid down her throat. She pulled back sharply before she gagged, held his cock on the back of her tongue until she relaxed, then repeated the process several time. He shuddered and sighed under her ministrations and she gradually increased her pace, pretending her throat was a warm soft cunt that his cock was ploughing into.

Two more thrusts and she’d have him. But he must have realised the same thing, and suddenly pulled his cock out of her mouth. Saliva dripped onto her breasts. Using her arms, he lowered her onto her back and knelt over her. She figured he wanted to cum on her breasts, but instead he lowered his mouth to her nipple and licked it. Shivers ran down her spine as he began to lap at the juices on her breast, then engulfed it fully in his mouth and sucked at her aching nipple.

He brought her wrists together and held them with one hand, not that she tried to stop him. While still feasting on her tit, he placed his now free hand between her legs. She was soaked with juices and he further spread them around her cunt and easily slid his fingers inside her. She gasped as they entered her, but then he slid them out and found her serik escort clit. She started pressing her hips up against his hand, trying to fill herself with his fingers once more, but he just rubbed her clit harder and faster making her shudder with delight. While still holding her down, he licked his way across her shoulders, up her neck and down her chest, licking up the many deposits that covered her skin, until he took her other nipple in his mouth. She writhed under his fingers and tongue and, as the orgasm began to shake her, he bit her nipple making her cry out with pleasure. She arched her back, forcing her breast further into his mouth, then fell back to the floor. She could feel her whole body throbbing in time with her heartbeat.

When she relaxed somewhat, he released her wrists and continued lapping down her body while his other hand absently stirred the juices in her pussy. His tongue traced a trail around the undersides of her breasts, flicked lightly over her ribs, glided across her stomach and scooped up the contents of her navel. He continued to lick and suck along the gentle curve of her waist and over her hips and frustrated her by slowing down as he nibbled the tops of her thighs. When he reached her drenched pussy, he removed his soaked fingers from her and fed them into her mouth. She obligingly licked and sucked the juices from his fingers while he lapped and stroked the juices from her pussy with his tongue. As she slid her tongue between his fingers, he slid his tongue into her cunt to feast on her contents, and as she sucked his fingers clean, he sucked her clit while she moaned in bliss. She placed her hands on his head but he lifted her knees over her back, again took both her wrists in his hands, held her down, then buried his face in her cunt. She was so sensitive she tried to wriggle away, but his grip was too strong. His tongue darted in and out of her, pumping her cunt and ravishing her clit. Her juices oozed out of her and this just seemed to spur him on. The sensations soon overwhelmed her and she cried out as yet another orgasm shook her tiring body.

He let her go and she fell back, limp and relaxed. Her face was flushed and her skin was warm. His face was covered in her dew. By her wrists he pulled her gently to her knees then stood in front of her, waiting. She took his balls in one hand and gently massaged them. She took his stiff member in her other hand and she could feel it throbbing under her touch. She pulled the skin forward over his swollen head and he moaned as she did so. Gently, she took him in her mouth, softly sucked him for a moment then plunged him down her throat twice. She felt his balls contract and she pulled her head back and gazed up at him. His face was twisted into a silent scream and his first spurt of cum arced across her face trailing from her fringe across her eye and the tip of her nose to the corner of her mouth. She opened wide and aimed the second spurt to splatter across her cheek and fill her mouth. She placed her tongue under the head of his cock and caught most of the third spurt, though some dripped down her chin. She gently milked his cock and licked it clean until he fell to his knees in front of her. Looking through cum covered eyelashes she smiled at his face, shiny with his sweat and her juices. He smiled back then leaned forward and licked her eyes. He licked her forehead and ran his tongue down her nose and across her cheek. He scooped up the trickle of cum from the tip of her chin and followed its trail back to the corner of her mouth.

She parted her lips and, ever so gently, he kissed her.

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I go home and Alison isn’t home yet. I shower and clean up, and as I walk out of the bathroom, she walks in, a few shopping bags in hand.

“How was your day? What job did Doug have for you today?” she asks.

I tell her it was uneventful and that he’s finishing his basement and that I was helping him with some plumbing. “What did you buy?” I ask.

“Noting you’d be interested in,” she devilishly says, “just some women’s things. Bras, panties, that stuff.”

Now, let me say that lingerie is such a turn-on for me. It doesn’t have to be from Frederick’s or like that, just clingy and sheer works fine for me. Seeing Alison in just a bra and thong is enough to make me hard instantly, she fills them out so damned nicely! And by fills, I mean FILLS. Those big tits of hers seem to be ready to burst the seams of any regular bra. Her ass is perfectly rounded for thongs and the way the waistband sits high up on her hips would make a gay guy straight. If I could get her to wear stockings once in a while, I might just cum looking at her. She did wear them on a couple of occasions, with a lot of persuading by me; she’s just self-conscious of her legs, what with her not being much taller than 5′ or so.

I tell her that I just might be interested and with that, she tells me to wait there and disappears into the bathroom. She emerges in a black lycra camisole and thong. I can see a black bra underneath, already groaning under the pressure of her 34F breasts. It strains to hold her up perkily, if that’s at all possible with boobs her size. The bra performs it’s job commendably, holding her up and in place. The camisole is stretched at her bustline and clings to her from her enormous boobs down to her curvy waist, accenting every curve on the way down.

She lifts her arms over her head and spins around, showing me her rounded ass highlighted by the thong and stops for a moment, allowing me to savor her perfect pear-shaped ass/hip combo. I ogle her up and down, vocalizing my admiration. Her big plentiful breasts create a beautiful sideboob/backboob profile with her arms held high up. At the sight of that, I tell her it looks perfect, just like her body, and I drop to my knees, kissing her warm, soft ass. I reach around and try to grasp her bountiful breasts as she arches her back and shoves ber ass into my face, moaning with pleasure.

I stand, spin her around, and kiss her deeply, our tongues darting back and forth. I fondle her huge breasts through the camisole and she fumbles for my belt. We remain embraced konyaalti escort for several minutes, our passion heating the room like a furnace. I strip my clothes off and she starts to do the same. I stop her, wanting to savor every piece of the sexy fabric she wears. I remove her camisole and am rewarded with a black sheer bra that barely hides her nipples from view. Her majestic tits stretch the fabric to tightly so that there’s no loose material anywhere to be seen. It’s a heavenly sight and I immediately drop down to caress and kiss her tits through the fabric. I spend several minutes at tit-level, rewarding myself with her boobs.

She pulls me back up and I unhook her bra from behind. Her bra falls and her magnificent breasts are released from their enclosure. She turns around and lets me play with her melons from behind, while she rests my cock in the nape of her ass. I begin to feel her up again and could cum just playing withher tits, but I don’t. I know there’s more to come.

She removes her thong and We drop to the bed, where she proceeds to straddle my face, grinding her moistening pussy onto my mouth. I lick and nibble on her pussy lips and my tongue quickly finds her hardening clit. I flick it with my tongue, nibble on it, and hold it in place with my teeth as I forcefully flick my tongue across it, up and down, side to side, and in circles.

This drives her wild and in no time, she’s cumming in my mouth, driving her pussy harder onto my working mouth. She realizes that she’s smothering me and lets up a little, but never lets her clit leave my mouth.

I reach up and fondle her big bouncing breasts and she arches her back again. She’s rocking back and forth showing no sign of getting off her ride and is nearly ready to cum again, as evidenced by her shrieks, moans, and numerous cries of “Oh shit!” I’m trapped in heaven and continue to forcefully stimulate her clit with my tongue and teeth and in minutes, she shudders, climaxing again and again under the action of my tongue.

She falls to the bed and I am permitted to come up for air. Her clit and pussy is still sensitive, and I lightly touch both with my fingertips.

“Oh God, no! Stop! I need a rest!”, she manages to say, breathing heavily and trying to regain her composure. Her face is flushed and she looks exhausted. Did I mention that she is easily orgasmic? No? Well, she can cum in minutes if one knows what to do to her, and I gues I know exactly what muratpasa escort to do!

Il et up and watch her catch her second wind while I feel her body up and down, from her calves, up to her hips, to the inside of her thighs. She realizes what I’m doing and clamps those soft thighs down. I withdraw my hand and begin to work it over her curvy hips, across her ass, and up to her waist.

She arches her back to get closer and knowingly pushes her big pillowy breasts out, temptingly closer to me. I can’t resist and my hands are drawn to her breasts like metal to a powerful magnet. I excitedly play with them, taking one huge breast in 2 hands, and still having some breast uncovered.

She smiles at me and I can see she’s ready to continue. I lean over and bury my face in the valley created by her mountainous tits. I feel them on my head and begin to lick and suck her nipples, one at a time. I squeeze her breasts together, putting both nipples within range of my mouth and caress them with my tongue, my hands roaming over every inch of her enormous soft tits.

“You like those big titties?” she asks. “They’re all yours, if you can handle them. They’re so big, and so sensitive.”

“Mmmm hmmm” I mutter, smothering my face in her boobs.

She continues “I see the way you look at them and I love showing you some cleavage. I know it drives you wild for me. I dress that way on purpose, knowing you love my big, big titties. You do love my big tits, don’t you?”

I come up for air and tell her that “I love them, I love them in my mouth. I love them against me. I love them in a bra. I love them free. I love holding them, they feel so so big and soft.”

She pulls away for puts her head in my crotch, taking my cock into her mouth. SHe’s never been fond of giving blowjobs, but does so occasionally. This is one of those occasions.

Suddenly, I grow even harder, if that’s possible, as I picture the cock in her mouth to be Doug’s! I subconsciously begin thrusting into her mouth as I imagine Doug’s big, hard, throbbing hose being tongued by Alison’s mouth, the big dark shaft going in and out, in and out. I imagine Alison enjoying it and showing me how she likes big, black cock in her mouth, telling me that it feels so big andhard and tastes so much better than mine. I picture Doug standing there, hands on his hips, looking down on her as she works his black snake into her mouth.

“C’mon baby, suck that big cock. Get it in serik escort your mouth and work it. Tongue it, lick my balls. Make me cum in your mouth.” imaginary Doug says to her.

She looks up at him from her position on her knees and tells him, “I don’t suck Bill’s cock that often and I certainly never let him cum in my mouth. But for you Doug, for you I will let you facefuck me and you can shoot your whole load in my mouth.” She then turns her attention back to his now throbbing man-meat and wraps her lips around his huge rod and goes down on it. Her head bobs up and down rhythmically, like to a beat, thump thump thumpt thump.

In my fantasy, Doug pumps in tune with her motions and tilts his head back, moaning with pleasure. ‘Yeah baby, that’s it. Yeah”, he says.

In our bed, Alison pushes me on my back and jumps on top of me, her wet pussy aching to be filled with my throbbing cock. After imagining Doug giant black snake throbbing in her mouth, I don’t know how long I will last. She puts my staff in her pussy and begins slowly rocking back and forth and works herself up to a pistoning motion, moving her tight, wet pussy up and down on my rock-hard cock.

As before, I suddenly imagine Alison impaled on Doug’s huge member, rapidly sliding her wet, stretched pussy lips up and down on HIS cock. The black and white contrast is mesmerizing and I see her moaning, quickly approaching orgasm.

Imaginary Doug’s big hands fly up to her tits and caress them as she pumps him in and out. Even his hands aren’t big enough to fully embrace one tit and he takes one in both hands, caressing it, rubbing her nipple. He pulls her down a little, just enough to get her massive boob to his lips and he begins kissing and licking her boobs. She arches her back towards him, inviting him to nibble on them, that they’re not fragile.

Of course, this is exactly what I’m doing, I’m just picturing it to be Doug. We continue this, but the thought of her being filled with a giant black firehose, and loving it while I watch, is too much.

I scream out “Oh God” and grab her tits as I arch into her pounding pussy. I explode inside her as she begins her simultaneous climax. She keeps up her piston-like motion on my spurting cock and doesn’t stop. She keeps it up and it feels so good that it hurts. I reach the point where I can’t take it anymore, and grab her hips and hold her still. We collapse on the bed, exhausted.

We fall asleep in each others arms. Sometime in the middle of the night, we both awaken and fuck like crazy again, this time me taking her from behind as she leans over. Her soft mountainous boobs swaying back and forth with each thrust is overwhelming and I try my hardest to hold them as I pump her pussy harder and harder. As before, imaginary Doug is there to help me along.

The next weekend, Doug isn’t so imaginary and I begin my job as their cuckold.

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This is one of my older stories, slightly re-worked for this site. I have ‘published’ it elsewhere on the net and I necessarily crave the indulgence of people who may have already come across it whilst hoping that those who haven’t will enjoy it. If you enjoy adult knicker wetting and desperation as much as I do, I hope it will give you pleasure.

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Dusk fell and the light gradually faded. It was teatime on a chilly November Wednesday afternoon. Office workers could be seen scurrying home, shops gradually closed and one of the cathedral bells distantly tolled in the damp air, summoning the faithful to Choral Evensong.

Anne made her way through the pedestrianised shopping centre, clutching the spoils of a spending spree on the back of Hubby’s credit card. She always spent more than intended, splashing out on some fashionable new outfits at the classiest clothes shops. Fortunately Hubby never minded about this extravagance and had grown to expect it whenever she visited Woodchester. Luckily for him, her visits were not that frequent.

Today, however, she’d not just been on a shopping spree. Her car had needed servicing and she’d taken it to the garage. It was a popular garage and, much as she’d expected, they’d been busy. Seen by the manger himself, she’d been told that it wouldn’t be ready until the day after tomorrow. His words still rang clearly in her ears, “I’m sorry Mrs T—- but the earliest it will be ready is one o’clock on Friday. You did say it needed a full service, didn’t you?”

Her answer had been unequivocal, “Yes, it needs a full service.”

In for a penny in for a pound, she might as well have the job done thoroughly. If a tyre needed replacing it didn’t matter. It could all go on Hubby’s plastic. He’d just konyaalti escort bayan smile (or rather wince) indulgently when the statement arrived.

As usual the garage had offered her the use of a courtesy car until hers was ready for collection but this time she’d declined their offer. The Deputy Prime Minister had been banging on about people using public transport and leaving their cars behind in the interests of the environment. Justly or unjustly, Anne suspected that Mr Prescott didn’t actually use public transport himself and had little recent experience of it. She thought she’d put his suggestion to the test though and then write to him, explaining that if car users people were to be coaxed back on to public transport it would need a significant investment of taxpayer’s money to bring buses and trains up to scratch. Alas her options were limited. Forty years ago a train would have been available at regular intervals. However, the branch line which once ran to the market town where Anne lived had long since been axed, courtesy of Dr Beeching’s recommendations. Now the only option was to get a bus and so it was for the coach station that she was heading.

The coach station was every bit as grotty as she’d expected it to be. Studying the grubby timetable she discovered with dismay that the journey she’d normally have made in 20 minutes by car would take twice as long by bus. Why was it that the bus had to take such an elaborate detour instead of taking a nice direct route?

Anne’s annoyance at seeing how long it would take to get home was compounded by anxiety. She’d not been to the toilet since breakfast time and whilst she wasn’t yet desperate, her bladder was beginning muratpasa escort bayan to ache. The three coffees at lunchtime, so delicious at the time, were beginning to kick in and make their presence felt. Trying to steel herself, she headed for the “Ladies.” Yuck, it was filthy! Much as she wanted to go, there was no way she’d use those loos. She did have some self respect.

Leaving the loos behind her she noticed that her bus was pulling in and went to join the queue. Boarding the bus she bumped into her old friend, Claire. Claire was startled to see her using the bus and made no secret of it.

“Hi, Anne. Surprised to see you on here! What’s happened to the car?”

“Oh, it’s gone in for a service. They did offer me the loan of a car until Friday but I thought I’d be ‘green’ for once and try out public transport for a change.”

“I see. Look, I know it’s none of my business but you don’t look too happy. Is something worrying you?”

As they took their seats and the bus pulled off, Anne answered in a hushed whisper,

“Yes. I’ve gotta pee. It’s my own fault. I should have gone earlier but I just didn’t think and the toilets back there are so bad I just couldn’t bring myself to use them.”

Claire turned to her, trying to look and sound sympathetic, whilst thinking all the time that her old friend had scored an own goal.

“Do you think you’ll be alright? I mean last till we get home?”

By now, Anne was feeling distinctly uncomfortable and wishing for all the world that she’d spent a penny earlier — in some decent loos. Claire wasn’t someone who could be easily fooled and she knew it.

“I hope so, Claire, if this thing gets a move serik escort bayan on!”

The bus hit a bump in the road. Ouch, that hurt! Anne’s bladder was beginning to fill rapidly and what had begun as mild discomfort was quickly turning into desperation. It was then that the bus, already slowed by rush hour traffic, hit road works. Great! That was all she needed. Jamming her hands into her crotch she pressed and hoped for the best, biting her lip.

“Come on, come on, get a move on,” she muttered beneath her breath.

Claire gave her a sympathetic look but Anne felt as though everyone on the bus knew about her predicament and was judging her. She’d had a few accidents in the car over the years but never on a bus before. The bus finally moved off, jolting as it did so.

“Oh no!” she exclaimed as a squirt leaked out into her knickers.

That small leak provided a little temporary relief but it was short lived. Her aching bladder was still full and continued to fill. As the bus entered the suburbs of her town she wondered whether she would just make it home or not. As they approached some traffic lights she groaned inwardly as they turned red. Unable to hold for a second longer, Anne lost control and completely flooded her knickers, wetting her skirt and splashing on to the floor. People were staring and she went bright red. It was her worst nightmare come true. Claire squeezed her hand in a comforting gesture and whispered, “Hey, it’s alright. It’s not the end of the world. We’re nearly home.”

Soon the bus pulled up at the stop where Anne got off and Claire followed her.

By now, Anne was quite flustered and panic-stricken.

“Claire, I don’t know what to do. Hubby will be furious when he sees me like this.”

Claire smiled. “Hey, don’t worry. He need never know. You can come round to my place, have a shower and change. I’ve got a spare pair of knickers you can borrow and it looks as though you’ve been clothes shopping. Why don’t you slip into that little black number I can see poking out of that carrier and give Hubby a surprise?”

Anne smiled back. Claire was the truest of friends.

THE END

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Author’s note: This is my fourth story with the lovely Amanda James starring. It takes place a few weeks after “How to be a Hucow”. It is for Adults only and audiences interested in Hucows, lactation play, humiliation, and enslavement. Enjoy.

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Amanda looked down on her laptop as she sat on her bed. The title “My week as a Hucow” was displayed at the top of the screen. Paragraph after erotic paragraph followed the title as Amanda proofread through her own story. She vividly remembered each breeding session she was forced to endure with the many different studs assigned nearly hourly to try and impregnate her.

She shuddered as she read about how she began leaking milk that first night and by morning she was on a regular 3 hour pumping schedule. Her hands squeezed and kneaded her swollen milk filled tits. She moaned as she read through how pleasurable it had felt having the milk sucked from them multiple times a day. Her fingers teased her swollen nipples as she remembered how hard she had orgasmed during the breeding sessions with her pumps turned on.

Turning back to the screen she made a few edits to the story before pressing send. The destination wasn’t to her editor as her version would never be appropriate to mass audiences but the email with attached story was sent to the farmer, Mr. Thomas, for use on his Hucow Recruiting Website.

Finished Amanda got up from the bed and made her way to the bathroom. She looked in the full length mirror at a body she could barely recognize. She had always felt her smaller perky breasts fit her short and slender frame well but the lactation hormones had swollen her breasts almost two cup sizes and several inches. She teased her tender nipples as she noticed how much larger each areola was topping her larger breasts as drops of milk leaked out. Her vision made its way down to her shaven pussy mound and her now pouty labia lips. The near constant fucking she had endured for the week had taken its toll and her body looked more like a pornstar than the investigative reporter she was two weeks ago.

Turning on a hot shower, Amanda’s sore body soaked up the warm water. She began massaging her chest to allow some of her milk to release. Her last day as a Hucow came back into her mind.

She had awoken just like the previous five days by having her restraints unlocked and taken to the shower room. Chained to the ceiling she was hosed down by a cold jet of water that rinsed the dried fluids from her thighs and lower stomach. She was then fed with the other Sows and afterwards taken to Mr. Thomas office. She expected further treatment as an animal and breeding slave but instead he unlocked her restraints and told her he had other konyaaltı escort bayan plans for her.

Amanda’s fingers teased her labia lips as milk dropped from her tips remembering his words. “I’ve decided to send you home Sow 71. I know, I know you’ll miss us and the constant milking and breeding but I have a few tasks for you. I have a buyer who needs ‘fresh’ milk on occasion and since your output has peaked just below our standards instead of selling you off somewhere I’ll allow you the freedom to go home but assist him when he needs. I have also been reading your articles and would like you to write about your experiences here to increase recruiting.”

Amanda cut off the shower and dried her soft skin. She tossed on a robe and wrapped her hair up in another towel. As she was exiting the bathroom a loud knock at the door stopped her in her tracks. She crept to her apartment door and peeked through the spy hole to see who it was.

An unfamiliar man dressed in an expensive suit stood on the other side of the door. “Can I help you?” Amanda asked through the door.

“I’m here to inspect Sow 71.” He announced casually.

Amanda froze, this was the man she was going to be loaned out too. There was no telling what plans he had for her young supple and now lactating body. She unlatched the lock knowing she had to let him in.

He burst through the door and grabbed Amanda by the arm and pulled her straight into her bedroom. Gripping the robe he tore it from her body and pushed her onto the bed. “When I knock you better get used to answering Sow 71. Now on the bed on all fours and lose the towel.”

Amanda’s heart raced as she tossed the towel away letting her wet hair lay across her face and crawled onto the bed as ordered. Him calling her Sow 71 brought back all the memories of her treatment in the breeding stalls. She had been so thoroughly and repeatedly used just the word “Sow” or “Hucow” spoke aloud would make her dripping wet. She remained in position as he moved his hands to her body.

“From the looks of it the hormones have done an excellent job on your udders. I almost didn’t believe the two cup sizes I was told.” He said as his hands cupped her breasts. “When was the last time you pumped Sow?”

Amanda moaned slightly as he played with her hanging orbs. “An hour ago sir. I’m scheduled to pump again in two hours. Would you like to take the milk I’ve stored.” She said trying to hold back the pleasure she was feeling and how badly she wanted to beg him to breed her.

“That won’t be necessary. Skip that pumping and I’ll send a car for you in about two hours. I hope you will meet muratpaşa escort bayan the high standards Mr. Thomas promised.” He said his hands roaming over her still flat stomach and then to her plump ass. “Wear a coat with nothing underneath but the black collar you were given at the farm.”

Amanda remained on the bed several minutes after he left soaking in the feeling of what had just transpired. She was highly aroused and the fact he inspected her, left and had plans to use her later even further heightened her arousal. She decided to spend the next few hours playing with herself until his car arrived.

She sat down in the back of the black sedan with dark tinted windows. She was a little surprised she was alone but the car made its way through the busy city streets headed toward the industrial center of the city. The driver pulled up to what looked like an large abandoned warehouse. “Coat stays in the car. Go in that black door and you’ll receive further instructions.” He said.

Amanda felt the cool night air as she covered her breasts and pussy with her hands and made her way to the door. She opened the door and entered a long hallway. Her bare feet smacked on the ground until she reached the end with one single door. Opening the door she was met by a group of people, the man from her apartment stepped out of the crowd to greet her.

“Hurry up Sow 71. Let’s get you into position.” He said attaching a leash to her black collar. He led Amanda past the group that seemed to be currently busy preparing for something important. Amanda stumbled trying to keep up with the harsh pulling and tugging of her collar.

Finally they reached two open pillories and stocks. The man roughly pushed Amanda’s head and wrists into the wood stocks before lowering and locking the top. Her ankles were then placed in a spreader bar and locked tight. She was bent forward and she could see familiar breast pumps sitting on the ground underneath her. The man leaned down and lifted the heavy duty pumps and attached them to each nipple turning on the suction to keep them in place. He left and Amanda was alone in her bondage with only the low hum of the milking machine to keep her aroused.

She didn’t have to wait long for action as she realized she had been restrained facing a large curtain. To her shock the curtain started to pull apart and stage lights blinded her as a crowd erupted in cheers. Amanda’s blushed horribly at her predicament and the realization someone could possibility recognize her. Suddenly the man from before stepped onto the stage in her view holding a microphone.

“Ladies, Gentlemen and Slaves welcome serik escort bayan to our club tonight. For our first entertainment we have scheduled a little contest.” He said to more cheers from the crowd. “One of the clubs slaves will be taking on a real life Hucow in a milking contest!”

A naked blonde stepped into view on stage as she raised her hand to cheers from the crowd. “Everyone knows the club’s popular Breeding Slave Jessica! Tonight her double E knockers will go toe to toe, or tit to tit,” the crowd burst into laughter at the poor joke “with a dairy Hucow from Mr. Thomas farm. He has assured me the Hucow bound before you sported B cup size breasts only two weeks ago.” He said as his hand reached to squeeze and play with Amanda’s hanging udders.

“The contest is simple. First slave to have her milk run dry will be tossed to the crowd for a good ole fashioned bound gangbang and spend the next week entertaining guests in one of our club’s fine gloryhole stalls.” The club slave had made her way to the stocks beside Amanda and was being locked into place and pumps attached.

Amanda couldn’t image winning this contest to such a well endowed woman. The blonde winked at Amanda as the pumps were attached. “I lost last weeks contest.” She whispered. “But I won’t lose this one. Enjoy the gloryholes.”

Amanda felt the familiar release of milk into her container as the man signaled the contest begin. She moaned and cooed in pleasure remembering the previous weeks events. Part of her wished she could beg someone to use her now but the humiliation of that was more than she wanted to willingly accept. She could only groan and moan as her tits were sucked hard.

Amanda watched as each pump seemed to fill her container up slowly. Several minutes in she looked to be at least even with the slave beside her. She knew it was only a matter of time before she would be defeated and tossed to the crowd. It made her wet to think about all the things they could and would do to her. She licked her lips thinking of all the perverted fun she would have serving the club’s members in a gloryhole.

It was several minutes before Amanda looked again to the containers. The blonde had passed her up and she could feel her tired breasts being drained. The man on stage moved to her and began mashing her tired tits with his hands. “Is this all these udders can produce?” He said mockly “No wonder they didn’t keep you on the farm.”

Amanda looked at her container. It was several more ounces more than she had ever pumped in her sessions on the farm but it wasn’t anywhere near enough for her victory. Her nipples pulled and sucked into the tubes but no more milk dripped out. She was dry while the blonde was still pumping. She hung her head in shame knowing Sow 71 was about to be passed around like a cheap whore. The thought drenched her pussy and at least prepared her for some of the nights events to come.

Amanda felt her spreader bar and stocks released as her leash was pulled forwards. Towards the stage lights and into the crowd she crawled ready to face the losing slaves penalty.

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

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Breeding New Life

Hyper Impregnation

The Egyptian jackal smirked as she posed at home, naked on the sofa with a bottle of beer in her paw, although Isetaari didn’t need anything at all to lubricate her libido. Her pale coat glowed in the light of the late afternoon sunshine, the days drawing in more and more swiftly now that winter was upon them, although it was her partner, of course, that she was waiting for. Not the partner in the police force sense, that was, even though he was a step below Isetaari as a sergeant, but the partner in love and life and their personal affairs that Damion was.

Huffing, she sat back with her chin tipped up, sloshing what was left in the bottle around the inside of the glass. Her white fur and blonde hair set her apart from many, ears rising to sharply knowing points, her muzzle narrow and beautiful. There was no one that could have passed over Isetaari as her eyes locked onto them, drawing them into her wiles and grasp.

But she was good at her job in the force – excellent, in fact – and adored what she did. The only reason that she was home so early, however, was due to her position and, well, the fact that it was her anniversary with Damion. And that was just why she was posing on the sofa, nude from head to paw, her heavy, huge tits pulled down under their own weight even as her nipples tingled pinkly into the cool air of their living room.

Yet it was the click of the door that she was waiting on, exhaling softly as her pussy warmed, fingers between her thighs, seeking out her own warmth. She was ready, so very ready, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t want to warm up too, huffing and grunting as she ploughed herself full of her fingers, shoving in two and then three digits, curling up against her G-spot.

“Oh yeah,” she groaned, surely catching her lover’s attention, even from the front door as he entered. “Yeah… Just like that.”

It was too much fun to tease him like that and the pit bull hustled in, tongue lolling out, his grey fur taking on almost a blue tone as he stepped from the shadows where the light in the hallway was switched off. And yet there was nothing at all to be worried about as he stopped dead in his tracks with a lustful growl, eyebrows raised, a smirk tugging at his lips and blocky muzzle. His small ears pricked and swivelled to catch her moan, Isetaari chuckling under her breath, rasping out her lust and amusement at putting her lover in such a delightful position. Who wouldn’t have wanted to come home to find her, after all, hot and wanting them?

Not a fucking soul, that was who!

“Hey, stud,” she murmured, leaning back at the very moment that she spread her legs, ankles raised to better show off the target of her hot and swollen pussy. “You ready to stuff me full?”

Of course, that was barely a question that she at all needed to have answered as the pit bull snarled and lunged for her, his beady eyes brimming over with equal amounts of greed and shimmering lust for her. There was love in there for her too but no time for the words to slip from his lips as they crushed to hers, tongues tangling, hot breath mixing as someone moaned, but no one could quite know whose breath it was, who was more dominant in the passionate heat of a moment that wrapped itself around them and drew them down into the rawness of true lust itself.

Damion growled into her mouth, passion rising, his cock throbbing up, threatening to bear a hole through his black work trousers as he pushed up against her. His sheath had already plumped out but the monster between his legs, what would have terrified most furs, snarled to break free, there being an almost audible sound of his pants creaking, straining, fighting to contain the beast within.

Yet there was no sense in keeping it locked up and away as Isetaari’s paws fumbled down and grabbed at his belt, unbuckling it and yanking it down, pulling and freeing his erection, which was not even yet fully engorged. Already knowing the size and girth of that monster-cock, she adored it with her paws, kissing him fiercely, only breaking the kiss to growl and nip passionately at his neck, daring him to fuck her as desperately as she needed him to. And, still, his cock grew and grew, huge and foreboding, something that most furs, of course, simply would not be able to take.

But Isetaari was no such weakling and she was ready to take his cock, every last inch of that foot and a half monster and the huge knot too, still waiting to be taken. She needed him and that meant a little strain and a pinch of pain in getting him into her, crushing his lips to hers even as he tried to yank off his shirt, buttons popping and flying off in all directions.

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He knew what she wanted though as her paws squeezed his balls, so huge that she couldn’t ever have possibly have hoped to get her paw around either one of them alone in turn. Already they were the size of her head – damn! He wasn’t even all that pent-up! And all of that seed was due to flood her pussy, pouring into her, impregnating her, letting her swell and swell with every last drop of seed that Damion had to give her. She’d take it all from him too whether she wanted it or not, although there was no real question in that, of course. Isetaari made her needs clear to him each and every day, the heat of her pussy leaving a wet smear of luscious arousal on his shaft and sheath as she straddled him.

Bearing him back into the sofa, she sat in his lap facing him, paws on his shoulders as she rose up, ready at last. There was no finesse to how he slammed her down onto his dick, the narrow tip spreading her open, boring itself deeper and deeper, finding its way into her honey pot of lust. The knot was not yet inflated but that didn’t mean that his hyper – it had to be said – dick was not large as it was, pounding and pummelling her poor, sore pussy as it begged entrance, the pleasure that Isetaari too yearned to give it. A visible bulge pushed out through her belly as he seated himself fully inside her, thickly heady and desperate for her lust, her pussy trying to close down around him even as she dropped her paw with a groan, feeling the outline of that bulge with a grunt and a whimper.

Damion’s mouth hung open lustfully as he pounded her, driving her hips down onto him, although it was difficult, truly, to say just which of them was actually in charge when it came right down to it. They were both rather dominant souls but the rough manner of lovemaking that kindled the passion in their hearts played well into what both of them enjoyed and so it had never been too much of an issue. Isetaari, duly so, enjoyed being on top and spread her thighs wide with a raw and ragged howl, flinging her head back as he tucked his nose in against her wrist, her paws still gripping his shoulders as if Damion was the only thing left rooting her in place.

“Ohhh – fuck me, you brute!” She howled, orgasm licking at her pussy like a disembodied tongue, the promise of that high already clawing at her. “Harder – you can do more than that!”

She didn’t have to encourage him on but Damion was more than happy to give her everything that she wanted, overcome with lust as he snapped and bared his teeth, feral delights getting the better of him. Every inch of her pussy clasped and caressed his fat dick and he was never not amazed that she was able to take him. No one before had been so bold but Isetaari had taken it all as a challenge to be overcome as she slammed down on him for the very first time, regardless of how he strained her pussy very nearly to breaking point.

That was the beauty, however, of the lust and passion between them as he wrapped his arms around her, sliding them down to her buttocks, squeezing and controlling her movements. There was no gentle lovemaking to be had between them as her hot cunt massaged his cock, as much as it could contract, that was, when already strained and stretched. But it wouldn’t have been as much fun for Isetaari if she had not been pushed so far, heaving and panting, her head thrown back, riding him with all the lust she had in her heart. It was what she needed, what she’d been thinking about all day, wanting him rammed up inside her, that fat, heady length of fuck-meat that she couldn’t possibly live without.

The dog it was attached to wasn’t half-bad either, she had to say. And she did so love him dearly but it was the rougher side of passion that she needed, her pussy squeezing him, the tip of his cock crammed up against her innermost barrier, although even that could be penetrated, if the angle was just right. It was a strain though and the fleshy warmth of her pussy was more what she wanted, what she lusted for, her body shaping itself around him, all for the passion of taking him, Damion’s nuts already churning with seed and need, forming in equal measures. They sloshed with cum, rolling and churning, and she moaned out his name, those nuts slapping her pussy with their huge load each and every time he thrust.

The dog grunted and pinned her to him – well, as much as he could with her huge tits there, bouncing as, of course, she hadn’t bothered leaving a brassiere on when she intended on having him there with her soon enough. It may have been quick but Isetaari knew the signs well enough and howled out her ecstasy even as Damion bellowed his first, balls aching and pulsing, sending thick spurt after spurt of doggy-cream into her tightly wanton snatch.

It was not just a little orgasm, what another, lesser, male could have given her, but a flood that was only the beginning of the muratpaşa escort deluge he had in store from her. His huge balls ached to release even as he did so, panting and groaning like a true breeding stud, muzzle pressed into his neck. Damion’s strong jaws could lock around her throat in but an instant, although they trusted one another so implicitly that they knew that something of that nature would never come to pass unless it was in the play of domination and submission, a tug on the power play that was ever-present between them in delicious form.

He could bite but he wouldn’t sink his teeth into the one that made his heart pound so ferociously for them, making sure that he came home safe each and every day. Damion craved her like a drug but one of the best kind – well, he couldn’t and wouldn’t get into that sort of thing, being in his line of work! No, he knew what the difference between right and wrong in the world was and he upheld it fiercely and proudly for a reason, his head held high each and every day. Yet Isetaari could forever intoxicate him, let him slip (well, pound more like it) away from reality as if he had never truly been present there.

But that was okay. With her, everything was okay.

His orgasm flowed on and on, the stream of seed almost unbelievable as her belly bloated out with the volume of it as if she was pregnant already. And wouldn’t that be something? Growling passionately, he ran his paws over her stomach, groping and teasing, feeling out the curves of it as it swelled far beyond what would be natural for the fit, muscular canine that he loved so much. She was huge already and her breasts sagged against the back of his arm in the best of ways, jiggling and begging attention even as they boasted their size.

“You’re so hot,” he grunted, managing to force the words out through snatches of breath, though he was not the most well-spoken or eloquent of canines usually. “Gonna…fill you up. Make you full… Fucking love you…”

Isetaari didn’t have anything in return for him but she moaned as he lifted her, allowing her to wrap her legs around him as he stood. The knot was not inside her yet, swelling and crushing to the exterior of her soft and strained pussy-lips, the folds that had yielded so much already being asked to do even more work, to go beyond what the limit of any soft body should have been. It could have been easier if he’d, typically, allowed his knot to swell inside her rather than outside but, well, he was a dog with one thing on his mind at that moment. Even his sheath strained around his aching erection, forced wider than the eye could have imagined, and Damion grunted in the back of his throat, hips working as he fondled her arse and ploughed her full of every last inch of his humungous cock.

“Yeah…” Isetaari’s head fell back, tongue spilling lustfully from her mouth. “Yeah… Harder… Breed me, stud!”

It was a demand rather than anything of the manner of begging and something that Damion was only too ready to do, snarling as he ploughed into her, the weight of her body and massively bouncing tits allowing her to sink easily onto his cock. Her pussy gripped his shaft and yet still allowed him in each and every time, closing around him as if his dick was meant to be there, the massive knot grinding up to her cunny. But orgasm gnawed at the back of Isetaari’s mind yet again and the jackal could not find the will in herself to hold anything back as she whimpered through it, jaws agape as she let her passion out for her lover to see.

One climax, after all, would never be enough for a jackal that was forever as horny as Isetaari was and the jackal clung to him, trusting him to give her every inch that she needed. Every time they came together, he surprised her with the depth of his lust, cramming his dick into her as if she was just a hole to be filled. And yet the roughness of it all was what her souls o very much craved, something that only the stud Damion could give her – and that was alright too. Knowing what one loved was part of the fun and they couldn’t expect to get what they needed from sex if they didn’t know or understand their own bodies themselves either.

But, oh, the orgasm… Rippling climax thrummed through her as her pussy clenched and massaged down on his cock, wanting it deeper even if she had everything when he thrust fully, hilting inside her. Damion’s huge nuts bounced off her pussy even in such a position, heaving and swaying her through the air as the pit bull snarled and bred her, balls slapping her cunny, her backside, reminding her just how much cum was left in those churning orbs, the rising bulge of his knot. His balls swelled even as he fucked her then, growing larger, softer, spilling his cum within as if it was already seeping towards the rod of his cock, seeking release.

And there was still the knot to take too as she tried to bear down on it, using her legs for leverage. It was not enough, not right then, but it was serik escort all that she wanted, the straining stretch, the feeling of being so very full that her pussy might as well pop open. But she was tight, so very tight despite everything, and Isetaari cried out as her orgasm rolled on, crashing into another and soaking his cock and nuts in her sweet arousal, the aroma of their musky lovemaking tickling canine nostrils with a wet lick of further attention.

Damion could barely think, entranced solely in the act of fucking her, taking his cues from the tension in her body as to what she wanted, how hard she wanted it. He needed his knot inside that delicious cunt too, what his muzzle paid so much attention to otherwise, his shaft aching for her, the veins lining his shaft, what fed it with blood in the heat of arousal, pumping full, harder than ever before. It ached for her, the bulge so wide, so very wide, and yet he had to pin her back against the wall and throw his weight into his thrusts, muscles bulging just like that knot, snarling like a beast…

…And then it was in! It happened so quickly that one could have blinked and missed it but the huge knot, easily the width of one of those two-litre soda bottles that Isetaari liked to chug so much, slamming into her. It was aided, at least in part, by their combined juices, her arousal easing his path, pussy sucking his cock near enough into her, the grind of his nuts teasing her pussy, slapping and pounding, driving her into the best frenzy of all.

His knot left them tied together and, well, there was no getting apart until he softened – something which Isetaari had absolutely no intention of letting happen to Damion for many hours, if not the entire night. His balls trembled with contractions as they grew larger and larger, pulsing with both desire and cum. Each thrum of cum that spurted into her hot sex made him grind into her all the more feverishly, desperate for more, even as he bore her down to the floor, whining for it. They needed one another so desperately that he rammed the tip of his cock up into the softer space beside her cervix, allowing him just a little more space to wedge his breeding spire in. It was enough and he lay over her, chest heaving, as his nuts pulsed and churned, swelling with each orgasm, bigger than ever and hanging down below his body as if they were about to drop off from the sheer, glorious weight and heft of them.

If she’d been in a different position, perhaps Isetaari would have been cradling his balls, nuzzling them, crooning so very softly to him how big and virile they were, how much cum was waiting for her inside them. But it was not to be, even though she would, later, have more than enough time to enjoy him, whimpering and moaning around his girth, his cock too large to take inside her muzzle, as much as she liked to try. Running her tongue around his length, down to his fat, bulging sheath and the piercing there too, was guaranteed to get him riled up, even though she held the cards, her muscle-stud holding back, panting and heaving for the finale he’d been promised, until they both could not take it anymore.

Another time. Damion licked his lips. Definitely another time.

“Harder,” Isetaari grunted out through clenched teeth, his rampant thrusts only growing in force and power, jiggling her buttocks with each and every pound. “Make me feel it!”

Oh, she was one for the rougher side of life but, truly, that was something that Damion was proud to deliver to her too, panting heavily and harshly as his nuts churned, spending another load inside her. His knot strained for respite against the aching walls of her pussy but there would be no such thing for him as his lust swelled like the rising tide, lifting him higher and higher, carpet scratching under his knees as, somehow, they managed to twist around so that she was on all fours beneath him. That was, at least, one of the benefits to being a canine, the knot and base of the shaft allowing them to turn and rotate even while they were locked together, as much as other furs sometimes struggled to understand it.

“Now…” She hissed, eyes alight, grinding back onto his cock as if she thought that she could get a little more inside her. “Now, you can really fuck me!”

He knew he was not to hold back but the moan that burst from the dog’s lips was nothing more than a cry of complete and utter ecstasy, the piercing in his sheath finally grinding up over Isetaari’s clit as he pounded her. It was the utter show of demonstrating just how deep he was inside her and she howled out her climax, clawing at the floor, beating it with her fists, although there was no way out of the thrum of over-sensation until her orgasm was good and truly done with her. Whether she liked it or not, tension breaking, she was along for the ride – and it better be a damn good one too!

Whimpering as she rolled her hips sensually back at him, paws spread on the carpet along with her legs, Isetaari’s tail wagged, lifting for his attention. Of course, his cock was all the attention she craved as his knot stretched her so very wide, every pump and pulse of blood forcing her to strain around him, her need rising more and more. Yet his cum could only go one way and he roared out his orgasm as he filled her once again, spending himself into a pussy that was both tight and yielding at the same time – the perfect combination.

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Meine letzte Klassenfahrt vor den Prüfungen begann eigentlich ganz harmlos, wenig wusste ich was da alles passieren sollte.

Schon während der Busfahrt war die Stimmung ausgelassen und die Lehrer, die ganz vorne saßen, merkten nicht viel oder ließen uns gewähren. Die kleinen Flaschen Bier und Mixgetränke hätten sie bei all dem Geklirre eigentlich bemerken sollen, doch wir trieben es anfangs auch nicht zu bunt.

Irgendwann fingen die Jungs an den Autos an denen wir vorüberfuhren ihre nackten Hintern zu zeigen. „Sowas will doch keiner sehen!”, neckten wir die Jungs lachend. „Dann macht ihr doch!”, war die Antwort. Meine Freundin Kati winkte bereits einem LKW-Fahrer und albern wie wir waren rückten wir beide ans Fenster und hoben unsere Shirts hoch um ihm unsere Brüste zu zeigen.

Die Jungs johlten und auch der LKW-Fahrer grinste breit und hupte zwei Mal. Kati wurde mutiger und fasste rüber zu meinen Brüsten und knetete sie etwas, was die Jungs noch lauter johlen und den Fahrer des LKW noch breiter grinsen ließ.

„Das sind aber keine Hintern”, lachte Martin und griff nach Katis Brüsten, nur um sich einen Klaps auf die Finger ein zu handeln. „Wenn Du unsere Hintern sehen würdest, spritzt Du dir gleich in deine Hose”, antwortete sie frech und ich drehte mich auf meinem Sitz herum um ihn meinen Hintern entgegen zu strecken. Ich trug eine enge, äußerst knapp geschnittene Jeans-Hot-Pants und als ich mich so kniend vor lehnte, konnte man das unter Rund meiner Pobäckchen sehen. Martin griff gleich zu und knetet meinen Hintern. Ich lachte nur und wackelte meinen Hintern noch etwas mehr. Das Gejohle wurde wohl zu laut, denn unsere Lehrerin Frau Starke stand vorne auf und kam nach Hinten. „Jetzt benehmt euch mal wieder!”, sagte sie streng, nur noch sehend wie ich mich auf meinem Sitzt zurück drehte und mich wieder richtig hinsetzte.

Die Fahrt ging weiter ohne größere Unruhe, nur Martin schaute immer wieder zu mir und Kati wenn er glaubte ich würde es nicht bemerken.

An eine Raststelle fuhr der Bus ab und wir stiegen aus um eine Pause einzulegen. Einige vertraten sich die konyaalti escort bayan Beine oder gingen zu den Toiletten. Natürlich waren die gleich überbelegt und so beschloss ich mich in die Büsche zu verdrücken. Ich öffnete meine Hose und hockte mich hin, doch bevor ich beginnen konnte hörte ich etwas in den Büschen. Ich schaute mich um… nichts. Dann hörte ich es wieder, ein Rascheln und schweres Atmen. Ohne aufzustehen drückte ich ein paar der Zweige beiseite und sah zwei in die Höhe gereckte, nackte Frauenfüße und die Rückansicht eines nackten Mannes der sich rhythmisch bewegte. Seine prallen Eier klatschten gegen den Hintern der Frau als er tief und in langen Zügen in sie stieß. Es war irgendwie geil ihnen so heimlich zu zu sehen. Der Mann fickte sie härter und ihr gemeinsames Stöhnen wurde lauter. „Oh ja, das ist so geil…”, keuchte der Mann und die Frau lachte stöhnend als sie ihn von sich drückte und auf den Rücken rollte. Über ihm kniend rutschte sie etwas vor und hockte über seinem Gesicht. Er begann sie gleich wild zu lecken und sie stöhnte wieder laut. Meine Spalte kribbelte bei diesem Anblick und ich musste einfach eine Hand zwischen meine Beine schieben. Während ich mich zu streicheln begann, kreiste die Frau ihr Becken heftiger. Ich konnte den Harten des Mannes immer wieder zucken sehen und stellte mir vor wie es wäre, wenn er in mir so zucken würde.

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Immer wieder zog ich meine glitschigen Finger aus meiner zuckenden Spalte und rieb meine kleine Lustperle und schloss immer wieder kurz meine Augen. Doch ich wollte auch weiter dem geilen Treiben der drei Erwachsenen zusehen.

Herr Lauterbach keuchte röchelnd und zuckte immer wieder mit dem Becken. „Ich.. ich komm gleich…”, japste er und auch der Mann hinter der Frau keuchte heftiger. „Ja, füll ihr das Maul!”, kommandierte er und gab ihr ein paar Klapser auf den Hintern was sie nur noch mehr anfeuerte und dazu brachte grunzend noch ihr Gesicht noch mehr an Herrn Lauterbach heran zu drücken. Herr Lauterbach zuckte und keuchte wild. Ich stellte mir vor wie er in meinem Mund kommt und schob mir meine zwei Finger noch tiefer in meine pulsierende Spalte. Dieses Gefühl, diese Vorstellung… es war so geil. Eng zuckte meine Spalte um meine Finger und ein Schwall Feuchte rann durch meinen Tunnel und über die Hand. Ich zog mein Shirt höher und biss darauf um nicht laut los zu stöhnen während der Mann auf den Hintern der Frau wichste und Herr Lauterbach ihr seinen schlaffer werdenden Schwanz über die Lippen rieb.

Ich hielt meine Finger tief in meiner zuckenden Spalte und biss hart auf mein Shirt und genoss die Nachwirkung meines Orgasmus, doch dann erschrak ich heftig… Herr Lauterbach hatte seine Hose geschlossen und kam direkt auf die Büsche zu, hinter denen ich hockte. Schnell stand ich auf und konnte gerade noch so meine Hose hochziehen als er durch die Büsche trat.

Wir sahen und eine Sekunde erschrocken in die Augen und wurden dann beide rot, wohl ahnend, dass der Andere wusste was gerade gelaufen war. „Das bleibt unter uns?”, frug Herr Lauterbach und ich nickte noch röter werdend. Ohne nachzudenken ergriff ich seine dargebotene Hand und wusste erst nicht warum er mich schon wieder erschrocken ansah, doch dann realisierte ich es: Meine Hand… meine Finger waren noch glitschig-feucht mit meinem Saft. Nun wurde ich wieder rot und er grinste nur. „Wir gehen besser verschiedene Wege zum Bus”, meinte er und ich nickte nur und verschwand schnell.

„Laura, wo warst Du… hab dich gesucht”, wollte Kati von mir wissen und grinste dann. „Du hast doch was Versautes gemacht, woll? Ich sehe dir das doch an…”. Ich wurde wieder Rot und murmelte nur unverständlich als ich in den Bus stieg, vorbei an Herrn Lauterbach der sich mit Frau Starke unterhielt und mir dann unmerklich zunickte.

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Ich war damals in der 8 Klasse des Gauß-Schneider-Gymnasium und meine Noten waren sehr gut, was mir damals wohl zu recht den Titel einer Streberin eingebracht hat. Auch meine Haarfarbe hat nicht dazu beigetragen, das ich eine beliebte Schülerin war. Im nachhinein, fand ich das gar nicht so schlimm. So konnte ich immer mein Ding durchziehen, ohne groß Aufsehen zu erregen! Der Schwimmunterricht hat mir zu dieser Zeit am meisten gefallen, dazu aber mehr in den folgenden Erzählungen.

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Es war damals am 20.Nov., meine beste und einzige Freundin und ich gingen damals von der Schule nach Hause. Wir fahren eigentlich immer mit dem Fahrrad, da der Weg relativ lang ist und die Busverbindungen nicht die optimalsten. An diesem Tag waren wir morgens ohne Probleme gefahren und es war auch nicht abzusehen, das es schneien würde, dann hätten uns unsere Eltern wohl auch nicht fahren lassen. Ab 10:00 Uhr gingen die ersten Schneeflocken runter und zu Schulschluß hatten wir eine geschlossene Schneedecke und es war kräftig am schneien. So hatten wir uns entschlossen den Heimweg schiebend zu Fuß zurückzulegen. Auf dem Weg zu unserem Wohnort, mussten wir eine längere Strecke an der Bundestrasse zurücklegen. So zogen wir , inzwischen konnte man uns kaum von Schneemänner, die die Kinder inzwischen gebaut haben, unterscheiden, unseren Weg.

Wie unterhielten uns über den Schwimmunterricht, den wir heute morgen hatten und wie die Jungs immer wieder versucht haben, in unsere Umkleidekabine zu schauen. Zu diesem Zeitpunkt, hatte ich mich immer in der Toilette umgezogen, weil ich mich vor den andere geschämt habe und auch von den Jungs nicht gesehen werden wollte. Anderen Mädchen in der Klasse hatte das nicht so viel ausgemacht, auch wenn sie immer laut geschrieben haben, wenn die Jungs einen „Angriff” gestartet haben, aber keine hatte ich wirklich nackt in die Schusslinie gestellt, mal von hinten; aber das war auch schon alles. Beim Unterricht selbst, hatten alle Mädchen einen Badeanzug an, nicht wie heute eine Top und eine Unterteil.

So lästern wir also über den ein oder anderen ab und waren so ins Gespräch vertieft und eingemummelt, das wir nicht bemerkten, das neben uns ein Auto in Schrittgeschwindigkeit herfuhr. Der Fahrer machte durch hupen auf sich aufmerksam. Ich / wir zuckten zusammen und wussten zuerst nicht, was der von uns wollte. Er öffnete sein Fenster und wir erkannten einen, na ich tu mich immer noch schwer ihn einzuschätzen, ca. 25-30 Jährigen Mann. Er fragte:” Kann ich Euch mitnehmen?” Ich war mit der ganzen Sache überfordert und wusste nicht, was ich antworten sollte und schaute meine Freundin an. „Ihr könnt Eure Fahrräder doch hier stehen lassen und sie später abholen, ihr holt euch ja den Tod bei diesem Wetter”

Meine Unentschlossenheit, hatte ihn wohl ermutigt, indem er fragt: „Wohin müsst ihr denn?”

Meine Gedanken überschlugen sich, es war schon kalt und ich war durchgefroren, bis auf die Knochen, aber meine Eltern hatten mir verboten, mit Fremden mitzufahren. Er machte doch aber so einen freundlichen Eindruck und schien es ehrlich zu meinen. Außerdem sah er nicht schlecht aus und was soll schon passieren? Ich antwortete: „Ja gern!” mit einem lächeln auf den Lippen. Er steigt aus und öffnete mir die Beifahrertür und ich steige ein. Nachdem er die Tür geschlossen und selbst eingestiegen ist, fragt er, ob ich nicht meine nassen Klamotten ausziehen will. Er nimmt mir meine Handschuhe und Mantel ab und legt sie auf den Rücksitz und ich ziehe auch meine durchnässten Schuhe aus. Er hat eine starke Ausstrahlung, ich fühle mich geborgen in seinen Armen. Ich hatte es nicht bemerkt, dass er einen Arm um meine Schulter gelegt hat ich will ihn schon fragen was das soll, aber als er langsam näher kommt und mir einen langen sinnlich Kuß auf meine kalten Lippen gibt und langsam meine Bluse aufknöpfen, seine Küsse weiter über meinen Hals und Nacken wandern, sind meine Bedenken wie geblasen. Seine warmen, zarten Hände suchen ihren Weg langsam in meine Bluse und unter mein Unterhemd. Dort begann er gefühlvoll meine kleinen Brüste zu streicheln.

Ich hatte nach konyaaltı escort bayan dem Schwimmunterricht, meinen BH nicht wieder angezogen, weil ich ihn in meinem Spinnt vergessen hatte und von der Toilette nicht nochmals zurück wollte.

Mir stellten sich alle Haare auf, bei diesem Gedanken und wir wurde schnell warm und ich merkte, wie sich meine Erregung ausbreitete. Meine Brüste wurden fest, meine Brustwarzen, stellten sich auf, dies hatte ich bisher noch nicht erlebt und meine Schamlippen begann anzuschwellen. Ich hatte zum erstem mal in meinem Leben Schmetterlinge im Bauch.

Während er mich weiter mit Küssen und Streicheleinheiten beglückte, zieht er mir gekonnt meine Bluse und Unterhemd aus. So sitze ich nun in einem fremden Auto mit einem fremden Mann in einer bekannten Umgebung. Ich denke so bei mir: „Hoffentlich sieht dich keiner”! Aber auch dieser Gedanke verfliegt so schnell wie er gekommen ist. Ich will mich Ihm vollkommen hingeben, ihm alles zeigen und nicht nur ihm die Initiative überlassen. Ich ziehe meine Hose langsam nach unten, ohne ihn beim erkunden meiner Brüste zu stören. Natürlich blieb dies nicht lange ohne Folgen.

Sein Mund beglückte weiterhin meine noch nicht ganz ausgereiften Brüste, wegen dessen Form ich schon manche Krise ausgestanden habe, aber langsam nehmen sie richtige, runde Formen an, und seine Hand kroch in meinen Slip. Ich konnte fühlen, wie seine warme Hand ihre Energie auf mich und meine kleine Pflaume überträgt. So nimmt mich meine Mutter immer auf die Schippe, wenn wir zusammen im Bad sind und sie mich nackt sieht. Was kann ich denn dafür, das wir rothaarigen von natur nicht so viel Intimbehaarung haben und meine Schamlippen gut sichtbar sind wie eine Pflaume aussehen. Auch im Schwimmbad, habe ich mir schon eine Einlage in den Badeanzug gesteckt, damit man meine ausgeprägte Vulva nicht so sieht.

Nachdem er die ersten Erkundigungen mit seiner Hand unternommen hatte und er leicht meine Schamlippen geöffnet und mit der Fingerkuppe meinen Kitzler ganz gefühlvoll stimuliert hat, wollte ich, dass er mich in meinem weißen Kleid, wie Gott mich geschaffen hat sieht und berührt! Er beginnt meinen kleinen Slip vorsichtig herunterziehen und ich „muß” ihm dabei helfen und mein Becken anheben und die Beine leicht spreizen, beides natürlich mehr als notwendig. Wie schon erwähnt habe ich damals noch wenig aufzubieten, in meinem Intimbereich. So kann er einen tiefen Einblick in mein Heiligtum nehmen, als er mir die Unterhöschen über sie Beine und Füße abstreift. Er schiebt eine Hand unter meinen Po, um zu verhindern, das ich diese Position verlasse und betrachtet ungeniert, was seit Jahren keiner und ich meine keiner gesehen hat! Ich will mich diesem direkten „Angriff” entziehen, aber ich kann nicht. Es fühlt sich alles so schön, gut und richtig an. Er kommt noch näher und berüht meine glatte Babyhaut mit Küssen und seiner Zunge verwöhnt mich, wären er weiter meine kleinen Brüste streichelt. Ich explodierte beinahe innerlich, bei der Vorstellung, von diesem Mann verführt zu werden.

Dies alles geschah innerhalb von Sekunden, wenn nicht sogar Bruchteilen von Sekunden. Denn plötzlich wurde ich in die Wirklichkeit zurückgerissen, als meine Freundin dem Mann sagte: „Nein Danke, wir haben es nicht mehr weit und uns ist nicht kalt. Vielen Dank!”

Mein Traum zerplatzte wie eine Seifenblase und ich wurde knallrot, was Gott sei Dank niemand bemerkte, weil es so kalt war, das meine Backen sowieso schon rot waren. Ich dachte nur: “Das war wie in einer der Liebesgeschichten, die ich zur Zeit dieser Zeit gelesen habe”. Aber der junge Mann, dem ich die ganze Zeit in die Augen geschaut habe, musste meine Gedanken gelesen haben. Er schaute mir tief in die Augen und schenkte mir ein Lächeln, das mir tief unter die Haut ging und verabschiedete sich: „Dann macht’s mal gut und viel Spaß noch!” wobei er mir zuzwinkerte, als sich meine Freundin schon zum gehen umgewand hatte.

Wir gingen einige Meter stumm nebeneinander her. In mir brannte noch das Feuer und in meinem Bauch ein Flugzeug. Es war nichts geschehen, alles nur in meiner Fantasie und das innerhalb von einem Augenzwinkern. Ich musste etwas machen, und zwar sofort! Sonnst würde ich verbrennen. Ich hatte mich vorher schon das eine oder muratpaşa escort bayan andere Mal befriedigt, aber das hier sprengte alles. Ich hatte Feuer gefangen.

Ich konnte nicht anders, als meiner Freundin den kurzen Wachtraum zu erzählen. Diese schüttelte nur den Kopf und fragte mich, ob bei mir noch alles in Ordnung wäre:

– Du ziehst dich immer altbacken an und bis zum Hals, auch im Sommer

– Ziehst dich beim Schwimmunterricht immer in der Toilette um

– Ziehst nie Röcke an

– Und im Freibad immer ein Handtuch um dich gewickelt.

Und jetzt willst du mir erzählen, dass du dich einem wildfremden Mann hingegeben hast, auch wenn nur in deiner Fantasie? Ich glaube du leides langsam an Unterkühlung. Du würdest ja nicht mal hinter diesen Busch peepee mach gehen; geschweige dann nackt über diese Brücke. Und dort könnte dir kein Mann bis in die Gebärmutter schauen. Ne, dafür kenn ich dich schon zu lang und gut.

Auf halber Strecke an dieser Bundesstraße, erhob sich rechts und links der Fahrbahnrand und eine Brücke Überspannte diese.

Nicola hatte recht, dafür bin ich nicht, dass könnte ich gar nicht, nie im Legen. Wir gingen noch ein paar Meter, so das wir von der Straße nicht mehr direkt gesehen werden konnten. Und dann geschah alles wie im Traum, meine Gefühle und Sehnsüchte übernahmen die Kontrolle über meinen Körper.

Ich stellte mein Fahrrad an einen Baum und begann mich zu entkleiden. Ich war wie in Trance, mein Traum ging einfach weiter, auch wenn ich jetzt wusste, dass die real ist und meine beste Freundin mir dabei zuschaut, wie ich mich vor Ihren Augen entkleide. Sie sah mich zuerst ganz verunsichert an und dann in die Runde, ob wir auch allein sind und sich keine verirrten Fußgänger in der Nähe befinden. Mir war das zu diesem Zeitpunkt alles egal.

Ich zog Rucksack aus, stellte ihn neben mein Fahrrad. Dann die Handschuhe, einer nach dem anderen. Ich stand ein wenig von dem Weg landeinwärts, Nicola auf dem Weg. Sie sagte, dass das sicherer wäre, na und! Nachdem ich mich meines Mantels entledigt hatte, und mir meine Bluse langsam aufknöpfte, wurde alles noch ein wenig stärker, mein Bauch und meine Brust waren so angespannt, das eine sanfte Berührung ausgereicht hätte, mich zum Höhepunkt zu bringen. Keiner, der dies mal gemacht hat, weiß wovon ich spreche! Und die, die dies einmal gemacht haben, werden diese Gefühl nie mehr los und suchen immer wieder diese Anspannung zu erfahren. Nackt sein und hoffen dabei „nicht” erwischt zu werden. Ich entledigte mich meiner Bluse und meiner Hose. Nicola blickte für eine kurze Zeit ein wenig länger in eine bestimmte Richtung, sagte aber nicht und wir war es egal. Nun stand ich in Unterhemd und Slip vor meiner besten Freundin Nicola. Sie blickte an mir rauf und runter und konnte es immer noch nicht glauben, auch wenn ich ihre Erregung gleichfalls gespürt habe. Sie sagt: „ Ok, das reicht. Du mußt mir nichts beweisen. Ich glaube dir, dass du das machst. Zieh dich wieder an. Wir müssen weiter.” Ich hörte ihr gar nicht mehr zu und bewegte mich auf das Finish zu. Jetzt oder nie! Nie zuvor habe ich mich jemanden und sei es nur meiner Freundin nackt gezeigt, und nun gleich in freien, wo jederzeit eine Spaziergänger oder schlimmer eine Bekannter vorbeikommen könnte. „Jetzt!!!” rief ich mir selbst Mut zu und zog mit beiden Händen mein Unterhemd langsam über die Brust und den Kopf. Nicole wollte mich davon abhalten, blieb aber beim Anblich meiner erregten gespannten und Brustwarzen abstehen Brust wie versteinert stehen und konnte ihren Blick nicht davon abwenden. Dies erregte mich immer noch mehr. Sie wollte noch etwas sagen und deutete eine Bewegung an, die sie aber nicht zuende ausführte. Noch immer keinen Meter von Nicole entfernt, zog ich nun auch meinen Slip aus, der inzwischen schon leicht angefeuchtet war. Ich war so von dem Blicken meiner Freundin fasziniert, das ich ihr einen, wie meinem Autofahrer, tiefen Einblick in mein Intimstes gewahren wollte.

Ich hatte sie schon beim Schwimmunterricht nackt gesehen und wusste das auch sie sich nicht verstecken musste. Ihre Brüste waren ungefähr doppelt so groß wie meine und eine schöne runde Form, meine sahen aus wie eine runde Pyramide. Meine Mutter sagte mir, das würde sich noch geben. serik escort bayan Da fiel mir ein, das irgendwann in der nächsten Zeit der erste Frauenarzt Termin anstand, bisher hatte ich mich drücken können, mal schauen wie lang noch.

Ich ließ mich auf den Po fallen, legte mich auf den Rücken und fing ganz langsam an einen Schnee-Engel zu erstellen. Ihr Blick wanderte die ganze Zeit von meinen Augen zu meiner Mitte und je weiter ich die Beine spreizte, um so mehr Feuer brannte in mir und so länger blieb Ihr Blick auf der Mitte meiner Schenkel ruhen. Wir redeten kein Wort miteinander, konnten es auch beide nicht, selbst wenn wir es gewollt hätten. Als ich meine Beine auf fast 180° geöffnet hatte, kniete Nicole sich vor meinen Bauch und nahm einen tiefen langen Blick in meine gespreizten Schamlippen und leicht geöffnete Scheide. Dieser letzte Blick, hatte den Knoten in mir zum platzen gebracht. Ich stand auf, drehte mich einmal um 360 °, hoffte jemanden zu sehen, dem ich mich nach zeigen konnte und machte mich auf den Weg Richtung Brücke. Wie einst Eva ging ich barfuss, Schritt für Schritt über die Brücke, da dies eine Fußgänger Brücke war, konnte man mich von beiden Seiten aus sehen. Auf dem ersten Weg über die Brücke, kam kein Auto. Das war nicht wirklich schlimm, allein der Gedanke zählt, dass eins kommen könnte. Ich brauchte geschlagene 3 Minuten, bis ich die 4 spurige Bundesstraße überquert hatte. Nun stand ich hier ohne Kleider, ohne irgendetwas, was Schutz bot mitten in den Schneeflocken und fühlte mich wie Superwoman und klein Mariechen gleichzeitig. Das Gefühl war unbeschreiblich.

Auf der anderen Seite wartete Nicole auf mich, winkte in meine Richtung und zeigte in eine andere und dann in noch eine.

Jetzt bekam ich doch langsam Panic. Auf unserem Fußweg kam ein Junge vom Schlittenfahren und auf der Straße ein Auto. Das Auto war aber schon zu nahe, da es gerade aus einem Feldweg auf die Hauptstraße abgebogen war. der Fahrer würde mich auf jeden Fall sehen, je nachdem, wie lange der dort schon gestanden hat, musste er auch schon meinen Entkleidung gesehen haben, Scheiße…. was jetzt… Ich muß vor dem Jungen drüben sein, der würde ansonsten Fragen, warum meine Kleider über dem Fahrrad liegen und wo ich sei? Also hoffen wir mal, das der Autofahrer keiner von meine Bekannten ist. Der würde mich allein an meinen Haaren erkennen. Und wenn das meine Eltern raus bekommen, gibt es bestimmt eine Woche Stubenarrest.

Also setzte ich mich langsam aber zielstrebig in Bewegung, und hoffte das der Autofahrer sich auf die Straße konzentrieren muß und nicht auf die Brücke schaut. Aber Fehlanzeige. Das Auto hielt kurz vor der Brücke und ich musste wie beim Spießrutenlaufen genau vor Ihm vorbei. Und als ich genau auf seiner Höhe angekommen war, ging die Fensterscheibe runter und ein freundliches Gesicht und ein nach oben gestreckter Daumen streckten sich mir entgegen. Da ich das Gesicht kannte, das Kennzeichen nicht aus dieser Gegend und ein Blick auf den Jungen noch ein wenig Zeit versprach, drehte ich mich dem jungen Mann entgegen, so das er meinen Körper in seiner gesamten Schönheit wahrnehmen konnte. In mir stieg wieder das Gefühl auf, ich müsste mehr zeigen, aber ein Ruf von Nicole löste mich aus der Erstarrung und ich rannte zu meinen Sachen. Mit einem Hupen verabschiedete sich noch der nette Mann und fuhr seiner Weg.

Da die Brück eine gute Strecke einsehbar ist und ich auch den Fußweg überqueren musste, ist auch dem Jungen bestimmt nicht entgangen, was hier gelaufen ist. Ich war zwar schon angezogen, als er uns erreichte, es war Oliver, aus der Parallelklasse, aber sein Blick auf die Schnee-Engel, auf dem 2 Seiten zu sehen waren und die Abdrücke ließen keine Vermutungen zu, sie sprachen Bände. Ein Abdruck von hinten mit sauberen Bein / Arm / Po abdrücken und einer von vorne mit meinen zwei Brüsten und meinem Intimsten. Wir betrachteten beide diese Abdrücke und unsere Augen trafen sich. Sein Blick schwenkte aber direkt zu Nicole weiter und zwinkerte Ihr zu. Ich konnte es ja nicht gewesen sein, die brave Streberin von nebenan. Und Nicole sagt nix. Als ich sie fragte, warum sie nichts gesagt habe, lief sie rot an, schaute zu boden und sagte: „ Ich hatte das Auto deines Freundes schon länger gesehen, es stand dort hinter den Bäumen und weil ich dachte, das du das nicht durchziehst nichts gesagt, bis es zu spät war. Ich hätte mich das nicht getraut.

Jetzt werden die aber denken ich hätte es getan und morgen kann ich mich vor Verehren nicht mehr retten. Was mir Nicole an diesem Tag nicht beichtet, das der nette Autofahrer auch Fotos geschossen hatte. Und ich hatte auch erst mal genug Aufregung für den nächsten Wochen. Aber die Sucht nach dem Exhibitionistischem war geweckt.

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Eine junge, überaus attraktive Dame aus der feinen Gesellschaft völlig nackt im Philharmonischen Konzert?

Undenkbar! Unglaublich! Ein Skandal!

Der schlanken, zierlichen, schwarzhaarigen Frau des Generaldirektors der K-Bank International, immer in den teuersten Designerklamotten der Blickfang der Männer und ein Dorn im Auge vieler Frauen in der Oper, im Konzert, auf allen Charities, nein, der traut man das am allerwenigsten zu!

Und doch, in einer schwachen Stunde in meinen Armen nach geilem, gierigem, schmutzigem Sex hat mir die vernachlässigte Ehefrau ihren erotischen Wunschtraum gestanden:

Nackt vor aller Augen, vor den Geschäftsfreunden ihres untreuen Gatten, vor der besten Gesellschaft der Stadt, vor allen Politikern, Künstlern und Journalisten öffentlich zu zeigen, daß er sie nur als Aufputz für sein übersteigertes Ego braucht, sie benützt als seine Hure, als sein nacktes Flittchen, das er herausputzt, um seine finanzielle Potenz zu beweisen während sein Schwanz nur an eine seiner blutjungen Geliebten denkt!

Ja, es würde sie ungeheuer erregen, diesen unglaublichen Skandal zu verursachen! Und sie würde im hellerleuchteten Saal vor den überraschten Augen dieser scheinheiligen geilen alten Böcke in einem mächtigen Orgasmus kommen zum Entsetzen der heuchlerischen piekfeinen Gattinnen, von denen viele das Los von B. teilen!

Das Abonnementkonzert des weltberühmten Orchesters am Sonntagvormittag, für das man schon lange keine Karten mehr kaufen kann, weil sie wie geheiligter alter Familienschmuck von Generation zu Generation weitervererbt werden als Beweis der Zugehörigkeit zur kulturellen Oberschicht, ist bis auf den letzten Platz gefüllt.

Heute wird unter der Leitung des Generalmusikdirektors Franz Welser-Möst die 5. Sinfonie in F-Dur, op. 76, von Antonín Dvorák aufgeführt.

Dieses herrliche Werk hat der junge tschechische Komponist in der glücklichsten Zeit seines Lebens geschrieben. Dvorák ist 33 Jahre alt. Zwei Jahre zuvor hat er die neunzehnjährige Franziska Cermaková geheiratet und die ersten Erfolge als Komponist geben seinem Schaffen Auftrieb. Es ist die Periode, in der er – nach einer kurzen Hinwendung zur Neudeutschen Schule Liszts und Wagners – zu einer an die Traditionslinie Beethoven – Schubert – Schumann – Brahms anknüpfenden Klassizität persönlicher und nationaler Prägung findet. In der Eigenständigkeit ihrer von der Folklore inspirierten musikalischen Sprache gehört die F-Dur-Sinfonie zu jenen Werken, mit denen Dvorák zum zum Begründer der tschechischen Sinfonik wurde.

Die Klarinetten eröffnen mit einem idyllisch-heiteren konyaalti escort Motiv, das sich streng an die Grundtonart F-Dur hält, den 1.Satz, Allegro ma non troppo.

Frau Generaldirektor, für mich längst nur B., sitzt in einem atemberaubend kurzen, tiefausgeschnittenen schwarzen Seidenkleid von Valentino, aufregenden durchsichtigen schwarzen halterlosen Seidenstrümpfen und schwarzen Jimmy-Choo-Stiefletten mit wahnsinnig hohen Absätzen in der zweiten Loge rechts neben ihrem Göttergatten, der zur Ruhe und Lieblichkeit der zuerst in den Violinen auftretenden, chromatischen Melodielinie gelangweilt geradeaus starrt. Das Orchester bestehend aus 74 Musikern und einer einzigen Cellistin scheint ihn auch nicht gerade aufzuregen. Sein Kopf fällt auf die Brust, er nickt doch tatsächlich bei dieser tollen und doch recht lauten Musik immer wieder ein, der Banause!

Wenn ich den Herrn Generaldirektor so unaufmerksam sehe, muß ich an den Beginn von Schnitzlers Leutnant Gustl denken: “Wie lange wird denn das noch dauern? Ich muß auf die Uhr schauen … schickt sich wahrscheinlich nicht in einem so ernsten Konzert. Aber wer sieht’s denn? Wenn’s einer sieht, so paßt er gerade so wenig auf, wie ich, und vor dem brauch’ ich mich nicht zu genieren … Erst viertel auf zehn? … Also Geduld, Geduld! … Vielleicht ist es sehr schön, und ich bin nur nicht in der Laune. Woher sollt’ mir auch die Laune kommen? Wenn ich denke, daß ich hergekommen bin, um mich zu zerstreuen … “

Von meinem Platz am Balkon gegenüber habe ich einen idealen Blick von oben auf B. Woran sie bei dieser Wahnsinnsmusik wohl denkt? An ihren erotischen Traum? Meine Erregung steigt.

Die Brillanten am Hals, am Handgelenk und an den Ohren von B. funkeln hell im Licht der kristallenen Kronleuchter.

“Subtile Akzente: Welser-Möst bricht eine Lanze für Dvoráks Fünfte”, wird der Kritiker schreiben. Die Lanze zwischen meinen Beinen macht sich immer stärker bemerkbar.

B. bewegt sich unruhig auf ihrem rotgoldenen Fauteuil, öffnet ihre schlanken Beine und fährt sich mit der rechten Hand zwischen die Schenkel. Sie schließt die großen ausdrucksvollen Augen, wirft den von ihren wunderschönen hüftlangen rabenschwarzen Haaren umrahmten Kopf etwas in den Nacken und öffnet ihre feinen roten Lippen, deren Küsse noch immer wie Feuer auf meiner Haut brennen, ganz leicht. Sie stöhnt lautlos während sich ihre Hand langsam zwischen ihren Beinen auf und ab bewegt. Weder ihr gelangweilter Mann noch andere Konzertbesucher scheinen etwas davon zu bemerken. muratpasa escort Es beobachtet sie natürlich auch niemand so genau. Und vor allem kennt ja auch niemand ihren heißen Wunschtraum!

Das Orchester steigert sich zu einem furiosen Finale des ersten Satzes. Ich merke wie ich schnell sehr hart werde. Was für ein Anblick! Was für eine Klassefrau!

Nach einer kurzen Pause beginnt der 2.Satz, Andante con moto, langsam und getragen im Stil eines lyrisch-melodischen Intermezzos mit überwiegend schwermütigem Charakter.

Ich kann meinen Blick nun gar nicht mehr von der erregenden B. abwenden. Der Mittelteil des Satzes (un pochettino piu mosso) bewirkt eine Aufhellung der Stimmung.

Offenbar verfehlt das seine Wirkung auf B. nicht. Ihre Stiefletten gleiten zu Boden, ihr Kleid rutscht langsam aber sicher tiefer und tiefer, gibt den Blick auf ihre makellosen 75B-Brüste im teuren Spitzen-BH von La Perla frei. Ihr diamantgeschmückter Busen hebt und senkt sich schneller vor purer Geilheit. Sie fährt sich mit Ihrer linken Hand in den Ausschnitt, massiert ihre harten Nippel, löst schließlich den Verschluß des BH und ist jetzt oben ohne.

“Wenn ich die in der Loge nur genau sehen könnt’! Ich möcht’ mir den Operngucker von dem Herrn neben mir ausleih’n, aber der frißt mich ja auf, wenig ich ihn in seiner Andacht stör’ …” (Leutnant Gustl)

Celli und Oboe fügen die melancholische Anfangslinie hinzu, sodaß die Motive miteinander verschmelzen. B.s Hand verschmilzt dabei mit ihrem nassen Schoß.

“Gleich muß der uniformierte Platzanweiser sie bemerken, sie des Saales verweisen”, denke ich. Oder will der geile Junge vielleicht auch diesen atemberaubenden Anblick noch ein wenig länger genießen? Es scheint so, denn er rührt sich nicht von der Stelle, obwohl er B. doch direkt im Blickfeld hat.

In der kurzen Pause vor dem 3.Satz, Allegro scherzando, in B-Dur, steht B. rasch auf, aber nicht etwa, um sich ihr Kleid wieder anzuziehen, nein, im Gegenteil. Sie steigt jetzt ganz aus dem Traum von einem Nichts aus feiner Seide und sitzt in schwarzem String und Seidenstrümpfen in ihrer Loge. Ich meine bis zu mir herauf die Nässe zwischen ihren Beinen glänzen zu sehen. Sie reibt ihre glattrasierte feuchte Spalte. Niemand in ihrer Nähe greift ein.

Nach einer Generalpause folgt das Scherzo, das mit einem tänzerischen, charmanten Motiv in den Holzbläsern eingeführt wird. Der Generalmusikdirektor am Dirigentenpult bewegt sich im Tempo des Tanzes. Die Flöte in meiner Hose ist so steinhart als serik escort wäre sie während des ganzes Konzerts von B. geblasen worden.

4. Satz. Das Finale Allegro molto wird zu recht als der herausragende Satz der Symphonie angesehen. Er sticht hervor durch den betont kämpferischen, triumphalen Charakter seiner Motive und die Komplexität der Themenführung Die Musik wird schneller, drängender, fordernder.

B. läßt sich davon mitreißen, zieht jetzt auch den Tanga aus. Nackt bis auf den kostbaren Schmuck und ihre dünnen Strümpfe sitzt sie jetzt da und besorgt es sich selbst. Rasend schnell wichst sie ihre triefende Fotze.

“Doch ist das Stück heikel in seiner Faktur. Es braucht einen Interpreten von Welser-Mösts Format, der die zarten, pastelligen Naturstimmungen ebenso ernsthaft herausarbeitet wie die großen, leidenschaftlichen Steigerungen.”

Der Satz beginnt mit dem aufstrebenden, fast trotzigen a-moll-Thema in den Celli, das später in einer abgewandelten Form, nun mit dem Oktavsprung beginnend, wieder auftaucht.

Großartige Holzbläser und feinsinniges Spiel des gesamten Streichersatzes machen nicht nur die ungewöhnliche Form dieser Sinfonie plausibel, sondern entlocken ihr immer wieder den höchst ansprechenden Unterton der böhmischen Folklore, aus der die Sinfonie ihre ganz besondere Aura zieht.

B. windet sich vor Geilheit zum Takt der erotischen Musik.

Mit seinem scharf akzentuierten Beginn, unterstützt von einer Fanfare der Trompeten, kündigen die Hörner die Durchführung an, die eine komplizierte und bunte Verarbeitung aller Grundgedanken ist.

Dank dieses Finalsatzes tritt die Sinfonie, “ab wie ein Löwe”, nachdem sie “hereinschlich wie ein Lamm”.

B. zuckt vor Geilheit und Erwartung auf ihrem Platz. Ihr Gesicht wird erst rot und dann blaß. Gleichzeitig mit dem Schlußakkord kommt sie in einem gewaltigen Höhepunkt! Schweißnaß und erschöpft sinkt sie heftig atmend in ihr Fauteuil zurück.

“Die Aufführung … beweist, daß dieses F-Dur-Werk jedenfalls von großer Schönheit ist, formal originell mit ihren beiden tänzerisch bewegten, durch eine Überleitung verbundenen Mittelsätzen — und von großem dramatischen Effekt, der sich in den Ecksätzen, im Finale namentlich, entlädt.”

Das laute Klatschen der begeisterten Zuschauer reißt mich aus meinem wunderschönen Tagtraum. Der Herr Generaldirektor scheint erleichtert zu denken: “Es ist sehr erhebend — sicher! Bravo! Bravo! … Ja, applaudieren wir mit. Der neben mir klatscht wie verrückt. Ob’s ihm wirklich so gut gefällt? — Das Mädel drüben in der Loge ist sehr hübsch.”

Ich blinzle, schaue zu B. hinüber, die ebenfalls eifrig klatscht… Vollständig bekleidet!

So kann der betörende Anblick einer schönen Frau und die richtige Musik einen Mann in eine Stimmung versetzen, in der er, von seiner Fantasie geleitet, ihren erotischen Wunsch, der ihn selbst Tag und Nacht von ihr träumen macht, vor seinem inneren Auge wahr werden läßt!

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