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She knew that she was on the wrong side of the city, that she could be in danger here, she just did not care. She needed this, and she would do whatever was needed to get it. Although she was starting to wish she had brought a coat or jacket of some kind. As she walked down the street, she knew her young, slim body was drawing the gaze of anybody around, and what she was wearing was not exactly helping her much. The reflection in a large window caught her eye, and she stopped and looked at herself, smiling slightly at what she saw.

Her name was Erin; she was around 5”5′, with a slight figure and full, perky 34C breasts. Her bright green eyes locked with the reflections as she bit her lip a little. Had she made a mistake? She had come straight from school, so she still had her uniform on, with a few adjustments. Her white shirt was a few sizes to small and had the top buttons undone, showing her cleavage, which had her tie disappearing in, and hints of a bright pink bra beneath. Her skirt was tiny, only just covering her round, firm ass and leaving her legs bare apart from a pair of very high black heels on her feet. Her long, dark hair was up in thick pigtails. She was the ideal schoolgirl slut.

Turning quickly she found herself bumping into someone, a man, much taller and bigger than her. He quickly took a hold of one of her small wrists.

“Well look at what we have here.” He sneered “Another little whore walking the streets. How much do you cost, cutie?”

“I’m not a hooker! Get off me!” Erin snapped back, pulling her wrist away from his grip and pushing past him. “Jerk.” She added, just under her breath.

She jumped and let out a little squeal as she felt her ass receive a quick slap, spinning round she saw the man chuckling to himself and walking away. She hurried away, rubbing her ass and scowling. She was no hooker, no common street whore. She was a different to them, and soon she would have to prove that.

Soon, she found the place she was looking for. A large building, it could have passed for a normal bar, but this was a seedy strip club, or if you paid enough, a brothel. The owner, a Mr McKenzie, was the most renown and successful figure of the sex business. He owned many clubs like this one, catering for the desires of drug addicts on the street to high profile politicians and business men. But Erin did not care about that, what she cared about was that he was hiring. But not for hookers, strippers or porn stars. He wanted a personal slut.

She pushed open the door and instantly screwed up her little nose at the place. It was dark, dingy, and smelt of alcohol, sweat and sex. She walked over to the bar, stepping over a barely conscious man on her way.

“Hello?” She called out to who she assumed was the bar keeper, a buxom redhead who was leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette. The redhead looked over at Erin and scowled as she approached.

“Get out of here little girl, we don’t have anything to do with kids here.” The redhead looked over the bar at Erin “Even if they are pretty sexy.”

“Fuck off bitch, I’m old enough!” Erin growled back, trying to stand taller as she glanced at the bar keeper’s name badge. “Now listen, Ginger? Wow, original name. Mr McKenzie is expecting me, and I don’t think he would appreciate you holding me up.” Erin had an air of confidence around her, the type that only came from years of being popular and getting everything she wanted.

Ginger narrowed her eyes at Erin, wanting nothing more than to slap that arrogant smirk of her face. But instead she gave her a sickly sweet smile and said “Of course, I’m sorry. Go right through that door, he will be expecting you.”

Erin did not answer her, she just walked past Ginger and through the door she had mentioned. It led to a corridor, and at the end was a door with a name sign, Mr McKenzie. Erin took one last deep breath and straightened her clothes. She had to look her best after all. She considered knocking, but decided against it, she was expected. So she just walked in.

“Hey!” She artvin escort smiled brightly as she walked through the door. “I’m here about that job.”

She got no answer. The man at the desk, Mr McKenzie, a hulking mass of muscle, slowly put his pen down and sat up, looking straight at Erin with a cold stare.

“And what makes you think you can just burst into my office without being invited, little girl?” He asked calmly, keeping his voice low and quiet.

Erin was a little surprised “I, um, I just thought…”

“You thought wrong.” He interrupted, his voice easily drowning hers, without him even needing to shout. “You had no idea what I was doing, you entering could have ruined a deal, could have interrupted anything. Stupid girl.” He scolded. “But that’s done now, come in, let me get a good look at you. Very nice, give me a spin, girl.”

Erin giggled like a stupid schoolgirl as she turned around, making sure to stick her round ass out towards Mr McKenzie. She even reached back to flick her skirt up, showing him her little pink thong. She dropped her skirt and turned back around. She walked over to him and looked around.

“Um, is there a chair or something for me to sit in?” She asked, rather naively.

He laughed humourlessly. “No little girl, you will kneel. And if I like you, which I think I might, you will sit on my lap. Now you seem very young, only 19, and this is a big decision to make. Tell me, little slut, why are you here?”

Erin took a breath as she sank to her knees, this was it. “It won’t be very long until I leave school, and, well, I’m not that clever, I’m not going to get good enough grades or qualifications to get a good job and live well. I could try to get a rich husband and live off him, but that seems pretty boring.” She looked up and saw that she was losing the interest of Mr McKenzie. “But what I am good at is being a slut. I suck off boys every day at school; I let most of them fuck me, sometimes more than one at a time. I love cock, and I love cum. So I thought, why not use my best assets to my advantage? I’m young, horny and a slut, so I should get a rich, sexy master.” She winked up at Mr McKenzie “And here I am.”

There was a moment of silence, soon filled by Mr McKenzie’s loud, booming laugh.

“Very good little girl, but I need to know you understand what this is. This is no half-hearted attempt, you will be in full time servitude to me. You will do whatever I tell you to, whenever I do. You may be doing housekeeping chores; you may be selling yourself on the street for me. You always have to answer to and serve me. Over time, I may give you some responsibilities over the other sluts in my employment, but at first, you will be at the bottom. Understand?”

Erin bit her lip, she had heard that she was trying to get a position like that, but she did not think she would have to be a hooker, or that other girls would tell her what to do. But she had come this far. And despite everything, she could feel her heart was beating a little bit faster, her breathing was a little bit deeper. She was getting excited.

“Yes Mr McKenzie, I understand.” She said with confidence.

“Good girl, come and sit on my lap now, slut.” Mr McKenzie pushed his chair back and patted his legs. Erin quickly hopped up and sat down across his knees, her legs dangling over the side of his seat.

“Now, little girl, tell me what you actually know about me.” Mr McKenzie demanded sharply, placing one hand on one of Erin’s firm breasts and giving it a squeeze.

“Well…I…um…” Erin stammered, distracted by the hand on her, she was about to talk when she felt something hard digging into her ass. She wriggled a little bit and felt it get harder. With a slight gasp she realised what it was, that Mr McKenzie liked her young, sexy body and wanted her. She grinned to herself. “I know that you own everything worth owning in this city, and that everyone answers to you. I know that you demand complete obedience in your workers. And I aydın escort know that you enjoy everything from having a sweet, caring moment with a girl to making her cry and choke on your dick, which I hear is more than a mouthful.” With her last sentence, Erin grinded down her ass into Mr McKenzie’s cock, and was rewarded by hearing him take a deep breath to try and keep his composure. Erin looked up at him with her big wide eyes.

“What’s wrong Mr McKenzie?” Her voice dripped with innocence. “Am I making you excited? Is my body too much for you?”

Her big grin did not stay for long. She let out a loud squeal as she was roughly pushed from her seat, landing on the floor in a heap, her little skirt falling up and revealing her ass. She felt Mr McKenzie’s strong hands gripping her pigtails and dragging her back up to her knees in front of him.

“You dumb little whore.” He growled. “Allow me to make this clear, I can easily resist you, and you are not too much for me. In fact, I think it’s the other way around. Unzip me and find out.”

“Ow, ow, ow , okay!” Erin whimpered in response, trying to move her head so the hair pulling hurt less. She moved her little hands up to Mr McKenzie’s trousers and quickly undid his flies. Reaching in she fumbled about to undo his boxers. After a moment his cock sprung out, already hard and rigid. It flew out and smacked her firmly on the cheek. Erin’s eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen. Easily 9 inches long, it was thick and veiny, the wide, bulbous head was now pointing right at her.

“Impressed?” She heard Mr McKenzie laugh. “Get sucking on it bitch. Show me you have the skills to be my slut.”

Erin swallowed and took a deep breath; she had no idea how she was going to fit it in her mouth. She nervously leaned forwards and opened her mouth wide, stretching her jaw around the head of Mr McKenzie’s huge cock. She clamped her lips down and started to suck softly, flicking her tongue around the helmet and using the tip of her tongue to tease his piss hole. She heard a long moan above her.

“There’s a good girl, you know your way around a cock, do you? Try and impress me.”

Erin smiled to herself; she had sucked enough cocks to know what to do next, and how to please Mr McKenzie. She used both of her hands to rub the bottom half of his cock as she slowly took more into her mouth, bobbing up and down softly. She let spit run out of her mouth and down his cock to her hands. Soon, his entire cock was covered in her spit and she was moving her head up and down the first 4 inches or so, sucking hard now, with her hands pleasing the remaining length.

“That’s quite good slut, but nothing special. Show me some skill.” Mr McKenzie demanded.

Erin would have pouted if she did not have a cock in her mouth. The boys at school never complained about her blowjobs.

Erin started to move her head faster, suck harder and move her tongue more. She moaned and hummed around Mr McKenzie’s fat cock, desperately forcing herself to take more and more in her wet, warm mouth. She reached just past halfway before she gagged. She quickly pulled off for air, taking a deep breath as she used her hands to wank the entire length. Trails of spit joined her lips to the great cock in front of her.

Erin let out a loud yelp as Mr McKenzie gave her a firm slap to her right cheek.

“Did I say stop bitch?” Another slap, to her left cheek this time “Well?”

“Ow! No Mr McKenzie, sorry!” Erin quickly dived back on his cock, not wanting another slap. She again tried to take as much as she could, and again she gagged and tried to pull off. But this time she felt her pigtails get gripped and pulled on again; Mr McKenzie was forcing her to keep sucking his cock, and obviously wanted her to go deeper.

Erin shook her head as more and more of his cock was forced down her throat. She gagged, choked, even hit at Mr McKenzie’s thighs, but he ignored her and kept on going. Erin breathed balıkesir escort heavily through her nose as she desperately tried to get enough air in to her lungs. This was something she had never experienced, there had never been anything she could not deepthroat, and there had never been someone who had treated her like this. Soon enough, when Erin began to see spots and thought she was going to be sick, he stopped pushing.

“Hmm, I don’t think you’re going to get much more in, but still, I’m impressed.” He let out a little chuckle “Don’t worry Kitten, soon you’ll be able to take it all down your throat.”

From Erin’s point of view, she could see that there was still a good few inches left to get down, she could never make that, surely? But still, the praise made her smile slightly and feel better. She let out a very muffled “Thanks” around the thick piece of meat wedged in her mouth.

He held her head down for a moment, but Mr McKenzie did not want this little whore to get a break. Still using her pigtails as handles, he began to pull her head up and down on his cock; Long, forceful strokes that had his cock moving from just in between Erin’s bright red lips to driving its way down her throat and back again. Each time his cock was forced past the entrance to her throat Erin would let out a gag or a choke. By now her eyes were watering, making of mess of the makeup she had spent ages preparing, thick, dark lines ran down her cheeks. And spit was pouring out of the corners of her mouth, it either ran down his cock, to be driven back into her mouth, or dribbled down her chin, to drip down onto her heaving chest. Her shirt was now wet enough to stick to her skin and become see through, the bright pink material of her bra was now easily visible.

With a loud grunt, Mr McKenzie pushed her away, she fell backwards and landed heavily on her ass. She immediately began coughing up copious amounts of spit, mixed with Mr McKenzie’s precum. She was definitely a sight, her pretty face a mess, mouth wide open, perky tits rising and falling as she gasped for breath. Without a word, Mr McKenzie rose from his seat. Holding his cock in one hand, he pointed it right at her and began stroking it furiously. Erin just stared at the weapon in front of her face. She knew what was about to happen. But she did not move, or protest, or anything. She just sat and waited.

“Good girl…” Mr McKenzie mumbled faintly, right before he let out a long, loud, animalistic groan as he finally reached climax. Long, thick streams of cum leapt from his cock and onto Erin’s face and body. He made sure to change his aim, soon coating her face, getting a few shots onto her tits, and even a blast in her hair. When he had finally finished glazing Erin, he stepped forwards and placed the tip of his cock back in her mouth. “Clean it.” He commanded.

Erin had no qualms about taking his cummy cock back in, flicking her tongue around, she quickly removed the mess from his cock. She had said that she loved cum, but she loved Mr McKenzie’s cum even more. Everything about it was amazing to her. The texture and feel on her skin, the taste in her mouth, even the smell.

After a short while, Mr McKenzie pulled his cock out of her mouth with an audible pop. He looked down at her as he began putting himself away. It was hard not to laugh at the sight. Erin had come in looking like a perfect, sexy little schoolgirl slut, but now she looked like any other whore. One of her eyes was glued shut with his cum, her hair was matted and shiny with it, her cheeks covered, her pretty lips looking bee stung from being stretched so much, and her shirt was filthy, covered in spit and cum, her tits shining. Already, he felt a stirring in his boxers that told him he was not done with Erin yet.

“Well, I guess you’re hired then.” He laughed a little. “You start tomorrow. I’ll see you then, Kitten.”

And with that he turned, walked out the door and left.

Erin did not move for a bit, she was confused. What did she do now? Her answer came soon enough though. She heard footsteps, Her heart sank as the door opened again and Ginger walked in.

“Hey there Kitten.” Ginger had an evil grin on her face. “I’m meant to look after you for now. Wow, you look even sexier like that.” She shut the door behind her and strode towards Erin, smirking and swinging her hips.

All poor Erin could say was “Oh shit…”

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I allowed myself to get into this, wanted it actually. It’s a little late for recanting and second thoughts at this point. Conscious, but not terribly alert I seem to have slipped into the so-called “sub-zone” as the cheap BDSM novels and web-sites call it. I was never terribly sure what that meant, but think I’m starting to get the concept. Allowing someone you trust to take total control of your body, giving it to him until you both feel he owns it. No longer thinking so much as reacting. A complete awareness of every nerve in my body. I feel every coil of the tight ropes around my wrists and ankles. Feel the throbbing of the pulse in my wrists where I pulled the lines even tighter with struggling. The feeling of cool air on my pussy and asshole, still wet and gaping. The ache in my nipples, the crackling of hardened wax all over, and dull throbbing from the welts still swelling on my ass. Lying there, tied spread eagle to a table top, open wider than the gates of hell, I wait for the man to return.

He left the room for a minute guaranteeing to bring back a “surprise”, and cheerfully reminding me not to go anywhere. Funny guy, blinking and swallowing are about the extent of my movement right now, and I’ve had to do plenty of both the past couple of hours. Gazing at the room upside down, my head hanging off the edge of the table, the taste of his cum still slightly bitter in my mouth, my mind races with the thoughts and memories of the evening’s earlier events.

I remember the tight slutty skirt I had worn being pulled up around my waist. Being told to bend over and grab my ankles. Trying to balance that way on impossibly high heels while my exposed asshole was probed, poked and fucked to the point of anal rape. Being punished for not taking my ass reaming like a good whore. Counting off the strokes of the braided leather horse whip as is bit into the soft skin of my ass. Crying, losing count, having to start over, getting extra strokes until it was finally over. Feeling his hand, surprisingly gently rubbing my hot sore butt afterwards, telling me softly my ass would be beautiful in a couple of hours when the welts and bruises had ripened.

I recalled being bent lengthwise over a sawhorse, wrists and ankles tied to each of it’s legs, the center piece of lumber digging into my chest and belly, my tits hanging down. Tight clamps on each nipple with a chain connecting them. Before clamping my tits, he had run the chain through the handle of a two kırklareli escort gallon plastic bucket. The bucket hung several inches from the floor, my nipples stretched tight. Standing in front of me, he aimed his huge cock, and started releasing a long stream of piss into the bucket. Now I understood why he had been swigging on a bottle of water the whole time. He pissed like a racehorse, the bucket getting heavier and heavier, pulling my nipples thin and taut. While the tormenting sensation in my nipples was making me moan and shake, I remember the surprising feeling the hot tongue on my clit. Flicking, licking with long wet strokes, sucking it like a baby at a milk filled breast. The combination of the pain and the unbelievable pleasure had me crying out and groaning. Trembling, juice squirting out of my throbbing cunt as I came, I expected it to stop.

Instead I felt a thumb massaging my swollen clit until I was trembling on the edge. There is a point where the line between pain and pleasure blur, and another orgasm would be torture. I remember begging him to stop when he applied the vibrator to my now too sensitive clit. Spasms, struggling, screaming as I could no longer make any juice, a violent excruciating orgasm that left me sweat drenched and exhausted. Limp and totally spent, it was as this point that he chose to finally fill my cunt with his cock. Too weak to move, I helplessly felt my insides rearranged and pussy stretched and molded to the exact shape of his impaling lust. Only semi wet, it was a tight abusing use of a limp body that was by now just fuck meat with holes. I recollected being released from the sawhorse. The nipple clamps released, the bucket placed in front of me. On my knees, wrists snapped into handcuffs behind me. He knows how much I hate having my hands cuffed like that. He holds the key in front of my face. “Want loose slut? Remember the childhood game of bobbing for apples?” He laughed and dropped the key into the bucket of now cold urine. “I will leave it to you, how badly you want loose.”

A few moments of useless pleading, hesitating for a minute, then taking a deep breath and plunging my face into the pail. Groping along the bottom, searching for the key with my tongue, finally grasping it in my teeth, coming up with it. Gasping, sputtering, piss in my nose and mouth, hair soaked and plastered over my dripping face. Feeling completely degraded as he took afyon escort the key from my lips and let me free. I was recalling how he had then bound me spread to the table in my present position and ravished my mouth like a whore’s pussy when he came back into the room.

“Enjoy your little rest slut? Feeling all refreshed?” he asked facetiously. “I hope so, I brought your little surprise”. I couldn’t really see him with my head hanging limply. I managed to raise it weakly and see wires in his hands before wearily dropping my head back down. “Hmmm, you might want to watch this, and I need a little better access” he told me. The ropes around my ankles were loosened, and grasping my hips, he pulled me forward on the table. My head was now gratefully once again resting on the table, but my arms were pulled even tighter out to the sides and slightly above me. My entire ass now hung off the near side of the table, as he pulled first one, then the other leg up and wide. Wrapping several coils of line around each knee, he secured the ends off on the table legs where my arms were tied. I felt even more wide open and exposed than before. Bent nearly double, my slit and ass elevated and spread. Wondering what was about to happen, I watched him take a towel, bring it to my gaping holes, and wipe me down thoroughly. “I need you good and dry for the tape to stick” he laughed, seeing my puzzled look.

Tape? What the hell is he up to now? My mind started racing wondering at the possibilities. I didn’t have to wonder long. He reached for his bundle of wire, and soon I felt the cold metallic sensation of a bare wire laid directly on my clit, then taking medical tape, he firmly secured it in place.

“NO!” I started to yell. “This is enough, STOP RIGHT NOW!”

He just smile, and went back to his wires. There were a couple of more, small gauge wire all with the insulation stripped off the inch or so on the ends. He taped one to each of my pussy lips, worked one a few inches into my aching pussy, taping it all around, and slid the last one up my ass. Taping it down, he stood back to admire his handiwork. He then held up another wire for me to see. It was a regular cord, with a normal plug on the end. Ready to plug into a wall receptacle. Oh my god! I started to pull, thrash and struggle so hard rope burns dug into my wrists and knees. I began to have serious doubts about trusting this man. “No, no!” I screamed amasya escort and pleaded hysterically. “Are you fucking crazy? That’s too much current.”

I felt the dull thud as he slapped my face. “I’m not stupid you dumb cunt whore” he spit at me in disgust. Then speaking to me, as one would talk to a backward child he explained his idea. “I needed a way to step-down the current so I could torture you, not fry you” he began. “Anywhere between six to twelve volts will pack quite an interesting feeling, and I won’t have to worry about where to dump your body” he laughed. “A rheostat to control the current. Can you understand that you stupid whore? Is that beyond you?” He held up a dimmer switch. The AC cord led into one end, the wires came out the other. The identical dimmer switch to the ones in dining room wall switches. Only this one had been wired for a more insidious use than mood lighting. Before I could think about it much further, he stuck the plug into an outlet, stood over me, and hit the switch. “How does this feel cunt?” he laughed.

I felt as if a thousand bees had stung me at once. My muscles tightened, I arched my back and jerked against the ropes securing me. The shock was probably only for a second, but the pain lasted until the second jolt coursed through me. The second was as if the bees were now carrying bullwhips. Each pulse of current was brief, but the intensity of the pain built up, making each successive burst worse than the previous one. Electricity is a cruel thing. A biting deeply internal pain that attacks the very nerves, causing the synapses to snap wildly. Muscles spasm with minds of their own. My heart was racing, my entire body on fire. I was aware of screaming until my throat was raw. His voice sounded strangely distant as he teased “You like that bitch? You want another one? Who owns you whore? You’ll do anything I tell you to after this won’t you? Are you ready to suck off strangers in the peep booths at dirty bookstores? Such worthless fucking whore property.” He went on and on, laughing, teasing, enjoying my reactions. Loving my pain.

My body jerking and drenched wet with sweat, I lost track of time. It could have lasted five minutes, but seemed like hours. Finally past all physical limits, I lost control of everything and felt the warm moisture as my bladder let go and I pissed myself. Hot, wet humiliating release. Seeping out from under the tape, running down my ass, dripping on the floor it kept coming. Barely conscious, tears streaking my face, unable to scream anymore, begging in a whisper for it to stop. He laid down the dimmer switch, and studied the puddle of piss on the floor. “After I untie you, you’ll have to lick this up” he announced. “By the way slut, today was only a 9-volt day, you’re going to be worked up to twelve. I know you can’t wait”.

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Anthony was seated cross-legged on the grass by the shore of the lake, painting. The beautiful blue sky above him was reflected in the still waters of the lake, birds sang all around him, and the trees bloomed with flowers.

It was a gorgeous landscape, but Sophie could not see it.

Her body was stretched out lengthwise across Anthony’s lap, her back supported by his thighs and his small canvas spread on top of her flat stomach. Her legs were tied off to a tree, the rope taut and quivering. Her hands, cuffed together above her head, were tied off to another tree in the opposite direction, and the other end of that rope was attached to her clamped nipples, with the clamps screwed on the tightest setting. If she extended her arms to their fullest length, she could give her nipples some respite. But the muscles in her arms were aching, and she had no more strength in them. And so her nipples were pulled so hard that her breasts almost reached up to her collarbones, sending constant ripples of agony through her pain receptors.

Her cries were muffled by the inflatable gag within her mouth, strapped in over the ever-present ring gag. On top of that, Anthony had added an attachment that allowed him to fasten his palette to her gag. Cleverly (or so he thought), he had added sensors to the ridges of the palette. If any paint sloshed up over a ridge, her buttplug would feel it. Naturally, she was also blindfolded.

Sophie had performed marvelously today, Anthony thought. Only once in an hour had the buttplug activated, and even then she hadn’t sloshed any more paint by wriggling from the shocks. She had truly become his living sex doll.

Having finished his painting, he set his paintbrush down, and let his right hand wander across her bare breasts. Gorgeous, he mused, as he stroked the smooth undersides. Her nipples were pulled so taut upwards, each touch in the vicinity must surely be sending fire through her skin. But still his palette remained steady.

“Good girl,” he told her, cupping a breast with more force. She whimpered, and yet remained still.

He let his other hand wander between her thighs. She was, as usual, a positive waterfall. He hoped the grass wouldn’t get drowned.

And still, the palette did not move.

“You aren’t allowed to orgasm,” he reminded her, as he slipped two fingers within her.

She must have been exceedingly close, after an entire week of subspace and sexual stimulation. Even bound as tightly as she was, it would have been easy for her to grind her clit against his hand and end her own torment.

But she didn’t.

He explored her for his own pleasure, feeling her juices drench his fingers and spill out onto the grass. His other hand wandered over her breasts and nipples, stroking the taut skin. She whimpered and moaned and pleaded, but remained completely still and obedient.

“You’ve made so much progress, slave,” he told her, sincerely. “I am so very, very proud of you.”

She didn’t, couldn’t, respond verbally… but he could have sworn he saw her face turn radiant.

He slid out from his sitting position underneath her; without the additional tension, she had a few more inches of movement, and her poor nipples finally had some respite. The inflatable gag within her mouth was deflated and unstrapped. She moaned in relief, but it was short-lived.

Kneeling over her and gripping her hair in his hand, he raised her head slightly from the ground, and then plunged into her mouth without warning. The angle was difficult for her, and he hit the back of her throat hard, but he kept going. Her blindfold was soaked with tears, and rivulets of drool and snot ran down her chin. He pulled out to a shallow depth and finished on her tongue, knowing full well that she would be unable to swallow completely with the ring gag on, and that she would be tasting him for the rest of the afternoon.

After he was done, he stroked her hair briefly, then slipped the inflatable gag back in. He gave it a couple of pumps more than he had before, ascertaining that she could breathe, but just barely. Her cheeks were stretched out painfully, and any sounds she could make were extremely muffled. He tightened the rope holding her hands to the tree, removing any slack that her arm muscles and nipples might have enjoyed in the last few minutes.

She screamed through the monstrosity stuffed in her mouth, but he wasn’t done. He turned the buttplug on to its periodic setting.

“It will stay on low until I wake up,” he assured her, stroking her forehead as she strained against her bonds.

Then he stretched himself out on the grass and lay down with his head on her quivering thighs, falling asleep in mere seconds. Life was so, so good.

***

The second week passed in an endorphin-fuelled submissive haze for Sophie. She woke up, she put the (now rather large) buttplug in, she tightened her clamps, she did her hair and makeup. She fixed breakfast and had her first cock of the day. She cleaned the lakehouse in various types bayburt escort of restrictive bondage for Anthony’s viewing pleasure. Throughout the rest of the day, she underwent rigorous positions, more cocksucking, and he came on various parts of her body or mouth. She drank sustenance through her funnel when Anthony decided, although to his credit he never failed to feed her three times a day.

She was so obedient now that she rarely earned any punishment, but Anthony’s hands were twitchy. And what good was a slave if she could not serve as his plaything? In the evenings, he made a ritual of her bringing various impact play instruments to him and begging him to use them on her. He told her to choose the instrument, and to his surprise she chose the ones she knew he enjoyed for harder play, irrespective of her feelings towards it. She always brought him the cane and the belt, never the flogger, which he knew was her own personal favourite. His heart swelled.

He did not restrain her during the ritual canings, but left her hands free and told her to place them on the table and bend over. She did so, and held her position for as long as he desired, even when she was shaking and sobbing from the welts left on her bare behind.

She now fell asleep like a baby at night, even in the strict bondage that she had placed herself in.

Day 14 finally arrived, and the keys arrived in the mail as promised. Anthony had Sophie bring them to him from the mailbox, with her hands unbound. She could have at any time removed the ring that had kept her jaw stretched for a fortnight, or the corset that squeezed her ribs, or the high heels that made it take three time as long for her to get back to the house as it otherwise would’ve.

Of course, she did not. She entered the house, knelt, and presented them to him.

He took them from her.

“Would you like to orgasm, Sophie?” he asked her gently.

She looked up at him with wide eyes and nodded frantically.

He tied her arms behind her, with barely an inch between her elbows. Then he picked up her leash and led her to the shed at the back of the lakehouse.

He had been building this contraption for her for a while now, hoping that they would be able to use it as the culmination of the amazing fortnight that had passed. It was a large metal frame, with a hook at the top, and a wired plate on the front. There was a circular hole in the middle of the plate, through which a large dildo poked through – it was just a tiny bit less than 2.5 inches in diameter, which was the inner diameter of Sophie’s ring gag. The dildo was mounted onto a screw stand that allowed one to push it further through the plate if desired, and to tighten it at the new position. The bottom of the frame had a spreader bar built into it, with leg cuffs on either end. Everything, naturally, had been built to Sophie’s measurements.

Sophie was quivering with anticipation as Anthony hooked her up. Her wrists were tied off to the hook at the top of the frame, resulting in her arms being pointed upwards almost at a 90 degree angle to the ceiling, and in her mouth being forced towards the dildo, with the plate an inch or so from her lips. Her ankles were strapped into the leg cuffs, spreading them a few feet apart, and the clamps on her nipples were tied tightly to the spreader bar, stretching her poor tortured nubs just about as far as they would go.

The dildo was screwed forward into her mouth gradually, with Anthony checking each time whether her air supply had been cut off. He eventually arrived at the sweet spot where she could still breathe if she pulled her head all the way back, but pressing her lips onto the plate would block her air supply. Electrodes from the frame were then attached to her breasts, vulva, and buttcheeks.

When he was done, he saw that a sticky trail had already made its way from Sophie’s cunt to the floor.

Perfect.

He leaned forward over her, pressing the bulge in his pants against her ass and grabbing a fistful of breast. She moaned helplessly.

“So,” he whispered into her ear, his stubble tickling her skin. “I think you can already figure out how this works, mm? You’re a smart girl.”

Whimper, trickle, squirm.

“Yes, this device sends shocks through the electrodes, AND through your buttplug, whenever your lips aren’t completely sealed against the plate. Here, I’ll give you a taste.”

He flicked the remote on, and current coursed through the wires. Sophie screamed and slammed her lips against the plate.

He left the remote on and continued to speak as she kept her lips there. “It starts on the third-lowest setting, but ramps up if it’s triggered again in the next 5 seconds.”

Her eyes bulged, and her entire body began to tremble.

“It resets back to 3 the next time if you don’t trigger it for more than 5 seconds, though.”

She tried to keep her lips on the plate, but she hadn’t known to take a deep breath at the start, bartın escort and she wasn’t able to hold it there for 5 seconds. She pulled back, and electricity pulsed into her most tender regions, eliciting one of the loudest gagged screams he had ever heard from her. She gulped down as much air as she could and plunged forward, and the shocks died down. Her thighs were quivering from the combined strain of the position and the effects of the shock.

He stroked her hair tenderly. “I’ll turn it off now. You may relax.”

She pulled back, gasping for breath. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

He slipped a small squeaky rubber ball into her palm. “Hold this.”

She did. She wasn’t even questioning why.

“This is the master switch for the entire contraption. If you drop it, everything stops. No more shocks, and I will release you.”

This actually got her attention. She looked up at him with wide eyes.

“You won’t be punished for whenever you choose to stop. I won’t be angry at you. But I have set an alarm, and it would please me greatly if you held on to it until it rings.”

Their gaze locked for a brief moment. Her dark green eyes, brimming with tears, looked deep into his.

Anthony kissed her cheek, then flipped the remote on in full view of her.

He stood for a while, simply enjoying the magnificent view she was providing. Her bright red lips pressed hard against the plate, choosing the dildo in her throat over air. Her pulling back when she could no longer take it, and then the tensing and shaking of her limbs as the electricity pulsed through her. The tears and drool and pussy juices accumulating quickly on the floor. Her nipples pulling taut against the clamps, her ass muscles clenching and flexing alternately.

After a while, he could take no more, and pulled his jeans down. “You may cum,” he told her simply, as he plunged into her.

She came after only a few thrusts, so pent up had all the sexual frustration been in her. And she kept cumming as he rammed into her, holding out for as long as he could. Still, it was barely 5 minutes before he was spilling his seed deep within her as well.

He did not rest when he was done, but immediately pulled out the vibrating dildo on a stick that he had conveniently left on the table behind him. He pushed it deep into her, tied it off to her spreader bar, and then flipped the switch on and set it to high.

Taken by surprise, she lost contact with the plate by accident, screamed, and plunged back down.

He stroked her hair, held her, played with her breasts, jiggled the vibrating intruder within her, played with her buttplug. She was drenched in sweat now, in addition to all of the other fluids.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he spoke into her ear, before finally taking a few steps back to clean himself up. When he was done, he pulled up a chair and settled in, drinking in the sight before him.

He lost count of how many orgasms Sophie had. But eventually, the furiously-vibrating dildo within her went out of battery and fell silent.

The most interesting part of the whole setup had now begun.

He knew that Sophie, in a state of heightened arousal or in the throes of orgasm, had an incredibly high pain tolerance. But when all of that died down, when she was in a post-orgasmic state, the endorphins would drop, and she would feel the full extent of the pain that was being inflicted on her. He could only imagine how excruciating it would be.

She pulled her head back. Her screams echoed across the wooden shed, and he thanked his lucky stars that they were on a retreat and not in their usual abode.

Her entire body must be pushed far beyond her usual limits now, every fibre of her being clamouring for mercy.

But she pushed her lips back against the plate. And still, she held stubbornly on to the squeaky ball.

Anthony watched in amazement as she held on for the entire hour that it took for his preset alarm to finally ring. He almost gave in at some point, moved by her anguished screams and protruding veins and copious tears. But he kept his eyes on the ball, and reminded himself that if she wanted to outlast the hour, he would not disappoint her.

As soon as the alarm sounded, she dropped the ball, and the contraption went dead. She pulled her head back, gasping and sobbing and whimpering. He sprang up from his seat and untied her nipple clamps, uncuffed her ankles, and then unhooked her wrists from the ceiling and pulled her gently backwards. She predictably collapsed into his arms, unable to hold herself up. He held her tightly, asked her if she was okay, and carried her over to a mattress that he had prepared in the corner of the shed. Sobs still shook her entire body as he laid her gently down on it, and he hoped he hadn’t pushed her too far.

He untied her wrists and elbows, all the while murmuring soothingly to her, telling her what an unbelievably amazing slave she was and how proud ığdır escort he was of her. Then he fished the key out of his pocket, and unlocked her gag.

It took a long time for her to be able to flex her jaw enough to be able to open and close it of her own accord, but he held her the entire time and massaged it for her. When she was finally able to open and close her mouth, he gave her a sugary drink, instructing her to sip and not gulp.

When he was satisfied that she was okay, he reached for the lock on her collar, but she placed her hand on his. She was weak, but her intention was clear. “Tony. Don’t.”

Astonished, he nearly dropped the key.

She looked up at him, giving him a weak smile. “Tony, that was the best 2 weeks of my life. I don’t want it to end. Please don’t make it end.”

He blinked, gathering his thoughts. “You… want to stay in the collar?”

“Yes, I want to. And also… everything else. Not just physically, but… what I was. What I was to you.”

He couldn’t help it. He actually teared up himself.

He held her for a long time, then finally pulled back to rub his eyes. “I… Sophie, I want nothing less. But your job…”

“They already know. How much more can a collar be?”

“Will you be able to do your job?”

She laughed impishly, and it was that simple gesture, the melding of her old self with her new, that told Anthony that this was truly what she wanted. “Well, the ring gag would probably need to be taken off at work…”

He joined her laughter. “Gosh. We’ve never had a ceremony or anything…”

“That WAS my ceremony.”

“True. Was it a good one?”

She sipped her drink. “How long did you take to build it?”

“Just about 30 hours in total?”

“Jesus, Tony, I fucking love you.”

“You’ll have to start getting used to calling me Master if you want to keep this up, you know?”

They made love again, on the mattress in the corner of the woodshed. Then he picked up her leash and led her back to the house for a long, hot bath.

***

In her memories, 18-year-old Elaida was having the time of her life.

She was hitting it off with Larry, in that wonderful Goldilocks zone where you feel like you’ve known someone forever, yet are trembling with excitement at the newness of it all. It was her first time meeting him, her first time doing anything like this, yet she was absolutely 100% certain that she wanted him to grab her and tie her up and mercilessly pound her virginity into oblivion.

They talked about the erotic fanfiction that he wrote, about all the other things they had talked about when she had messaged him on that site, about their lives in college. About kink, about their fantasies…

She was still standing before him as instructed with her hands on her head, her tiny dress barely covering her crotch, and slightly unsteady in her 4-inch heels. A ridiculously awkward position to be having a first conversation in, yet in her mind it could not have been more perfect. She was conscious that a trickle of wetness had made its way all the way down her inner thighs to her calves, and no amount of squeezing her legs together could hide it. She couldn’t help but look down at it; his eyes followed hers.

There was an electric pause, then he stood up and pulled her body to his and kissed her.

She could barely believe it. She was making out with the boy of her dreams; her, Elaida Hemsworth, the girl who had never had a boyfriend. She could taste his lips and feel his rough hands caressing her, and she was vaguely aware that she was doing the same. One of his hands grabbed her breast, the other settled on her ass…

She froze. She didn’t want him to stop, but the sensation was so foreign and so overwhelming, and she didn’t know how to react…

Larry could sense it, and he pulled away. Frowning, he asked her, “Ellie…? Are you okay?”

Elaida gasped, blinked, tried to force a smile. “I… yes! I want this!”

He didn’t resume making out with her, though, and only studied her cautiously. “Ellie… have you ever… been with a guy before?”

Everything came crashing down and she froze again.

He took her hand gently and led her to the sofa, sitting down next to her. “Is this your first time?”

She finally managed to nod, tears brimming up in her eyes. Why did she have to freeze up like that and ruin everything?!

There was a good 30 seconds of silence before Larry spoke, his words thick with confusion. “I… I’m sorry, Ellie, I didn’t know. I wouldn’t have been so quick if I did. I mean, we’d talked about all those kinks…”

“But I WANT this!” she blurted out, frustration overcoming her awkwardness at long last. “I’ve never done it with anyone, Larry, but I want to, and I’ve spent way too much time doing it with myself already…”

His worried eyes found hers, and he managed a tentative smile. “I want it too, Ellie. But… I’d feel guilty, you know? Like I was taking things way too quickly. Especially if we do it… well, if we do it the way we intended to. With all the props and stuff.” He patted his backpack.

Elaida lost her temper. “Just do it, Larry! C’mon! Why are you acting like such a pussy, anyway!?” she yelled.

He looked stunned, and Elaida raised her hands to her mouth in horror. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean…”

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I awoke that morning on the floor, naked, my wrists and ankles bound with rope and my exposed sex wet and swollen.

I wanted a nice, hot bath to sooth my aching muscles. I wanted to rub the sleepy dirt out of my eyes. I wanted to masturbate furiously so I could get rid of the urgent, throbbing, insistent need between my legs.

Of course I was denied all of these things. Gretchen had robbed me of the ability to satisfy even the most basic of my physical needs. Somewhere in the back of my mind was a voice that whispered to me and told me that I had always craved this sense of helplessness and was just too afraid to ask for it.

I tried to ignore the voice by struggling against the ropes that bound me. The ropes were tight and scratchy, and it hurt my wrists and ankles to pull against them, but the pain was a welcome alternative to thinking about how I might actually enjoy being helpless and publicly humiliated.

“Well, look who’s awake,” I heard Gretchen’s familiar voice say from only a few feet away. “I’ve been awake for almost two hours.”

I looked up and caught a glimpse of my girlfriend. Oops! I’m not supposed to call her that anymore. I caught a glimpse of my owner. This whole week I’m her property. It’s all nice and legal according to Sessian law.

I couldn’t get a good look at her since I was bound on the floor, but I could see she was already dressed. “It took forever to fall asleep last night,” I said in a sad voice that I hoped would elicit sympathy. “It’s hard to fall asleep in a position like this. My quadriceps and lower back were sore all night. They still are.”

“Yes,” Gretchen agreed. “They would be.”

She knelt down and gave me a wicked smile. Then she slowly ran a finger from my breastbone to my pelvis, stopping just before she reached my pussy. I reflexively flinched.

“You look so helpless and vulnerable in this position,” Gretchen informed me in a soft purring voice. “And that look on your face…”

Gretchen didn’t elaborate, but I assumed that the look on my face was a look of misery or fear. Was that how Gretchen wanted me to look? Did she find that arousing? This was all new and scary territory for me. I’d never seen this side of Gretchen before.

She kissed me gently on the forehead, then stood up. “We’ve got a big day ahead of us,” Gretchen said, suddenly all business. “These women will clean you up and get you presentable before we go out into public.”

“Women?” I asked, straining my neck to look up and see as much of the room as possible.

Four women in maid’s uniforms closed in on me. They were very businesslike and proceeded to take charge of me with minimal conversation and maximum efficiency. First they untied me and then they forced me to stand up and walk to the restroom. They seemed not notice or care that my muscles were sore from being tied up all night, and my pleas for patience were ignored.

Gretchen stood in the bathroom doorway and spoke to them in Italian. I couldn’t understand a word they were saying, but I got the impression that it was some sort of instructions or orders. The oldest of the maids responded in Italian in a way that sounded very obedient yet unenthusiastic.

One of the younger maids filled the bathtub with warm water while the two tallest of the maids held onto my arms. Perhaps this was to keep me from attempting to escape. Or perhaps it was to keep me from falling down. My legs were weak from the way they were tied far apart all night and I welcomed the support they gave me.

They ordered me around in Italian and rapidly became impatient when I failed to follow their instructions right away. I was ordered to step into the tub when it was halfway filled with water and ordered to move this way and that so that they could lather, scrub and dry various parts of my body.

They were more gentle than Gretchen had been, but in some ways this was worse than being washed by Gretchen.

Eventually I realized why this was worse. In our society maids are considered one of the lowest of the low. Normally they’re invisible. People never notice them in hotels. They just put a sign on their door when they want their room cleaned and go out for the day. When people return to their rooms the room is clean as if by magic. Maids are necessary, but nobody ever talks to them or acknowledges their existence.

However Gretchen had turned me over to this quartet of unsmiling women so that they could wash my naked body, dry my naked body, wash and style my hair, brush my teeth and apply my makeup. To make matters worse they eventually gave up on giving me verbal instructions and just grabbed, pushed or pulled to get me to cooperate with their tasks. It was almost like they were grooming an animal.

When it was time to get out of the tub strong hands simply grabbed me by the arms and the hair and forced me to stand up and step out of the tub. Strong hands indicated where to place my hands and my feet while they busied themselves drying my body with a towel. kastamonu escort Strong fingers forced my mouth open so they could brush my teeth.

I allowed myself to be touched, washed, dried, brushed, manipulated and moved about like a pet being groomed and did not complain or resist.

But, of course I really didn’t have a choice anyway. If I resisted, the maids outnumbered me four to one and could easily overpower me. Or Gretchen could call hotel security and have them restrain me. Complaining would do no good. I was officially Gretchen’s property. Everything she had done to me was nice and legal.

When they were finished grooming me, two of the maids grabbed my arms and led me out of the bathroom and out to where Gretchen was standing.

At this point Gretchen was no longer alone in the hotel room. She had apparently ordered room service and a young man in a hotel uniform chatted politely while Gretchen signed for the food and wrote in a tip.

Both Gretchen and the young man paused when I entered and the young man ran his eyes up and down my naked body, making no effort to hide the lust in his eyes. He said something in Italian and everybody in the room laughed at what was certainly a joke at my expense.

My face felt hot and my chest felt tight. It was bad enough when women leered at my naked body, but when the men did it, it was much worse.

The maids shouted commands to me in Italian and when I didn’t obey, they forced my legs apart and yanked my shoulders back. They forced my chin up and made me put my hands behind my neck. They made certain that my knees were straight as well as my spine.

Gretchen walked around and inspected me. She paid special attention to my hair and my makeup. When she was satisfied, she gave the maids some money and sent them on their way. The employee with the food cart was exceedingly slow in leaving and kept giving me lustful looks. I wanted to yell at him and cover my naked body, but I knew that would only earn me more punishments.

Breakfast was a rushed affair as Gretchen had plans and wanted to get out and about as soon as possible. I obeyed Gretchen’s orders and ate as quickly as I could, but then made the mistake of asking for coffee.

“I get coffee,” Gretchen replied, “but slaves take whatever food they are given and are grateful for it. Understand?”

I gave Gretchen a look meant to elicit sympathy and used my most pleading voice. “But Mistress,” I begged, “I always have coffee in the morning! Ever since I was fifteen! There’s no way I can wake up in the morning without it!”

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say. Gretchen got this sadistic smile on her face and stared at me for a long time without speaking. I knew from her look that something bad was coming.

“I can see we have a problem,” Gretchen finally said in a tone that was disturbingly pleasant.

“I can’t have a sleepy, lethargic slave. I simply must find a way to wake you up in the morning!”

Her words sounded innocent enough and her tone was friendly and pleasant. Only the look on her face indicated that I was in trouble. My heart beat faster and I wanted to run, but where could a slave run to? I was naked and had a slave collar locked around my neck. I wouldn’t get more than a hundred yards before I was captured.

“Ah, I have it!” Gretchen said with exaggerated emoting. “Every morning you shall have a brisk and enthusiastic spanking! It will get your heart beating and make certain that you’re wide awake to start the new day!”

My shoulders slumped in defeat and my head drooped. My bottom was still sore from yesterday’s spanking, but now that I had walked into Gretchen’s trap there was no way out of it. Arguing would just give her an excuse to punish me even further.

I waited for my mistress to give me the order to climb over her lap for my spanking, however it wasn’t to be that simple. Gretchen was in a creative mood and had devised something far more humiliating.

I nervously waited for Gretchen’s next orders, however instead of ordering me over her lap she grabbed some hotel stationary and began to write.

I hadn’t been a slave for long, but I knew better than to interrupt my mistress while she went about her business. I quietly waited for my mistress to tell me what her plans were and stood very still with my hands at my sides.

When she was done writing, she folded up her page and stuffed it into an envelope. She sealed the envelope and handed it to me. I obediently accepted what my mistress gave me, still with no idea the implications of what this meant for me.

“Okay, Slave,” Gretchen said, still smiling, “you are to take this envelope down to the lobby without opening it. You are to choose a person from the lobby and hand the envelope to them. Wait for them to read it, and then you are to follow any orders that they give you.”

I looked at the envelope in my hand as if it were a poisonous kayseri escort reptile. I now had a very good idea what Gretchen had written in her note and wasn’t looking forward to handing it to anyone. I tried to think of a way out of the predicament I was in, but no solution came to mind.

“You’re dawdling, Slave,” Gretchen said in a lecturing tone. “When I give an order, I expect it to be carried out quickly”.

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied. “Sorry, Mistress!”

I backed out of our hotel room and bumped into a young, married couple as I awkwardly backed into the hallway. “Oh my lord,” the man exclaimed. “She’s not wearing a stitch,” his wife added.

The husband blushed and the wife had a shocked look on her face. Her eyes went wide and her mouth made a perfect “O” shape. I took a step back and touched the slave collar around my neck.

“I-I’m not allowed to wear clothing,” I said nervously, embarrassed to have to explain my unfortunate position. “I’m a slave.”

“Certainly not!” the wife exclaimed, apparently ignorant of Sessian law. She and her husband were both tourists from the U.K. and were shocked to find that slavery was legal in Sessia.

I let both of them read the tag on my slave collar, but they still looked in shock when they finally went back to their room.

The commotion had caught people’s attention and at least seven people came out of their rooms to get a good look at the naked girl. I wanted to make an angry, sarcastic comment and make them stop staring at my naked body, but slaves do not do such things. Instead I walked my naked ass to the elevators as quickly as I could without seeming like I was running away.

Like an idiot, I assumed that the elevator would provide me with protection and privacy and hide my nudity from the public.

How wrong I was.

When the elevator doors slid open, I was greeted with the shocked expressions on the faces of five passengers. For a few seconds I just stood there, uncertain if I should step into the crowded elevator car or not. Were the five people in this elevator car worse than the perverts in the hall?

I was frozen with indecision and probably would have remained that way until the elevator doors closed, but somebody in the hallway snuck up behind me and pinched me on the bottom.

It was so sudden and so unexpected, that I gasped and jumped forward. I placed one hand over my buttocks to protect it (illegal by Sessian law) and turned my head to see who had pinched me, but the elevator doors had already started to close and I only got a glimpse of dark blue fabric. I couldn’t even tell if the pincher was male or female. By jumping forward as I did, I ended up pressed into one of the other passengers on the elevator. “Sorry,” I said weakly after bumping into him. “Somebody pinched my bottom, and I just sort of … overreacted.”

The young man had wrapped his arms around me when he and I impacted. That was a normal and reflexive thing to do in order to keep his balance, but now that the initial impact was over the polite thing to do would be to let go of me.

It took me a second to realize that I was a naked girl in a man’s arms, and that men are not known for quickly or easily giving up a prize like a naked woman.

Of course as a slave I had no right to ask him to let me go or to try and squirm out of his grasp. Luckily for me, a form, confident female voice rang out and said, “Eric, a proper gentleman would let go of that girl right now.”

“Yes, of course, Mother,” replied Eric as he took his hands off of me and stepped back a few inches. He affected a look with his face and body language that seemed to say, “I wasn’t thinking any improper thoughts! I am always a proper and innocent British gentleman! Really!”

Eric’s mother was middle aged and was visibly blushing at the sight of my nudity. Obviously not used to seeing naked people in public, she was still trying to maintain as much order and dignity for her family as possible.

With some difficulty Eric’s mother removed her overcoat and tried to offer it to me. “Put this on, Dear,” she said. I don’t imagine you’re overly comfortable with every soul in this hotel seeing you naked.”

My first instinct was to accept her kind offer, but as a slave I would have gotten into a great deal of trouble for wearing any clothing at all. So, with much reluctance I was forced to very politely decline her offer.

This created some confusion, and I ended up having to explain to Eric’s mother, father and sister (the elevator was rather crowded with all five of us in there by the way) about slavery in Sessia and how it was illegal for slaves to wear clothing of any kind.

When the elevator reached the lobby level, the whole family got out with me. The mother led her son and husband away from me (must keep the boys away from the naughty naked lady), but the daughter still had questions for me and the mother seemed to think it was acceptable kıbrıs escort if it was just the two of us. After all girls don’t lust after other girls, do they? Why, she could even act as my protector if any lustful males came sniffing about, couldn’t she?

I answered the teenage daughter’s questions as politely and accurately as I could, however I soon noticed signs that her interest in me wasn’t purely scholarly.

She held the lock on my slave collar to see how securely it was attached and confirmed that it couldn’t be removed without a key. Then she checked the tag on my slave collar and read it at least three times. Finally she pulled out a pen and a scrap of paper and wrote down all the information off of my tag.

“What’s a good time to call?” she asked, licking her lips and giving me a seductive look after placing her pen and paper back in her purse.

It wasn’t until after she gave me that look that I realized how attractive she was. She was very slender, but still had girlish curves in all the right places. She was my height (which made her pretty tall) and had a very cute face with full lips, a tiny delicate nose and high cheek bones. Her eyes were a deep, deep blue and her hair was a golden blonde. And it was styled by somebody who knew what they were doing. It was long and wavy, but in an expertly styled way. Somebody went to a lot of trouble to make that hair look good.

“What’s a good time to call?” she repeated. This time her voice was louder and more insistent.

I had been so surprised by her question and caught up on a wave of instant attraction that my mouth just couldn’t/wouldn’t work for a few seconds. Also, I had no idea at first that this girl was a lesbian. Did her mother know? Did she even suspect?

No. She had been very definite about keeping her son and husband from making ogling me or touching me in any way. If she knew there was even the slightest possibility of her daughter having a sexual interest in me, she would have kept her daughter away too.

“Time,” I said, my mouth suddenly very dry. “I’m not sure. My owner is taking me to the punishment park today. I’m not sure what time we’ll be getting back.”

I was actually shaking slightly in anticipation. I was hoping to see this girl again very soon … without her family impeding things.

“Gretchen Starke? That’s your owner?” she asked.

I nodded my head in agreement.

“I’ll be calling,” she said, and she kissed me on the forehead. “Now, I must be going. If I don’t catch up, Mother will be getting suspicious.”

She rapidly made her way across the lobby and disappeared. I was sad to see her go, but I looked forward to meeting up with her again. She was one of the most attractive women I’d ever met and the sound of her voice was just so somehow sexually suggestive and proper at the same time. It was a British thing I suppose.

So infatuated was I by this blonde, British girl that I totally forgot about the envelope in my hand. I had to give it to somebody and I had now lost the opportunity to give it to a girl who was both gorgeous and had a definite sexual interest in me.

Mentally kicking myself, I shifted my weight from one foot to another and looked around the lobby for another candidate to give the envelope to. The lobby was filled mostly with men. I saw a hotel security guard, a bellhop, a front desk clerk and several male guests, but at the moment it looked as if I was the only female in the lobby.

Then, suddenly I saw a woman dressed in corporate attire come out and speak to the front desk clerk. She handed him some files and they chatted for about a minute, before she walked away. She was headed for an “employees only” area, so I had to move fast.

I made my way up to the front desk as quickly as I could and tried not to look desperate. “Excuse me,” I said just as she was opening the door that would take her from the hotel lobby.

“Yes?” she asked in a polite, professional tone, “What can I do for you?”

She wasn’t as attractive as the blonde girl, and her body language and facial expression indicated that she was only helping me because it was part of her job to help guests of the hotel, but she was female, and there was no way that I wanted a man putting me over his lap or spanking my naked ass. And I was pretty certain that Gretchen’s letter was all about me being spanked … or possibly something even worse.

I nervously handed her the envelope, and with some difficulty forced the words out of my mouth. “My mistress says I need to give this to somebody in the hotel lobby.”

The woman took the envelope and reached in a drawer for a letter opener. “I don’t actually work in the lobby,” the woman informed me. “I work in the back, in accounting. I could give this to one of the lobby staff if you’d like.”

I looked around the lobby and saw only male faces. Several of them were giving me lustful smirks. No way did I want to give this envelope to any of them.

“Please, just read it,” I said, desperately. “My Mistress said I could choose the person I gave it to, and I really don’t want to give this to anybody … male.”

She gave me a suspicious look, but silently took the letter from the envelope and read it.

Then she looked at me and read the letter again.

“You’re sure you want me to do this?” she asked.

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With her eyes lowered all Eva could see when the door opened was Sir Dan’s feet and the black leather pants of another man and the white heels and white fishnet stockings of a woman.

Sir Dan walked up next to where Eva was kneeling on a slave pillow. As he ran his hand tenderly over the top of her hair he said quietly, “Pet?”

Happy to hear him call her by his pet name for her again, she looked up timidly as she smiled into his gentle loving eyes. She also let out a silent sigh, because his smile and the use of her Pet name led her to think that he had forgiven her for her indiscretion.

“Mike this is my Strayangel. Pet, I would like you to meet Mike..”

“Yes Sir,” she said to Sir Dan, “Thank you Sir.”

“I am happy to met you Sir Mike,” she said, as she looked up to see one of the most intriguing couples she had seen yet.

She smiled sweetly at the clean-cut handsome young man, with dark shiny black hair and long dark eye lashes. She took the hand that he offered her and she couldn’t help blushing when he held her spellbound momentarily with his piercing light blue eyes that flashed with lust as he gave her a quick once over from head to toe. But, even though she had never seen him before there was something familiar about him.

“It is my pleasure I assure you strayangel.”

Eva looked quickly at Sir Dan who had apparently noticed her blushing since he was grinning at her evilly. “Pet, Mike is Master Blaze’s son.”

“Oh, I thought you looked a little bit familiar Sir Mike,” Eva said smiling at the young man again. She felt herself blush once more since Sir Mike still held onto her hand, and held her still in the steady gaze of those piercing blue eyes.

She guessed that Master Blaze must surely have trained his son in the same lifestyle. She could see he was young. Nevertheless, he had the same commanding presence and the strong masterly energy of the older Doms she had met. His energy made her pussy just as wet as she had been in the presence of the other powerful men she had met.

“Dan you were exactly right in your description of this dreamy little slut. I congratulate you on this lovely vision? She is the very image of Bettie Page,” Sir Mike added with ardahan escort a big knowing grin and a raised eyebrow that Eva had also become accustomed to with other powerful men.

“And she blushes so prettily,” he added, making Eva blush even more as she felt the heat rising on her face. She wished he would let go of her hand because she could feel moisture beginning to gather in her pussy once more from the powerful energy she felt from his hand.

“Yes she does, doesn’t she,” Sir Dan replied. He didn’t seem bothered by Sir Mike holding onto her hand, but Eva felt herself start to tremble.

“And I’ll bet she juices nicely too, doesn’t she?”

“Oh yes,” Eva’s Sir chuckled.

“May I?” asked Sir Mike with a knowing look.

“Yes of course. Be my guest,” Sir Dan grinned.

Eva looked up at her Dom with alarm on her face. And, as if he had read her mind again he said, “It’s okay Pet. Just do what comes naturally for you. Let Mike know what a wonderful little slut you are.”

“Yes Sir,” she said still with apprehension. She couldn’t help taking a quick peek at Angel’s face to see if she was uncomfortable with her Master flirting. But Angel still had her eyes lowered.

“Sulu Pet,” Sir Dan ordered, bringing Eva back to attention.

“Yes Sir,” she said.

Recognizing the order for the prone position that her Dominant had taught her, Eva quickly lay down on her back on the carpet. She kept her hands by her sides and spread her legs as wide as she could to wait for his command.

“Mike?” he said as he nodded toward Eva with that infamous raised eyebrow.

“Ahh, yes,” Sir Mike responded as he dropped Angel’s hand and stooped down in front of Eva. He reached down, and as Eva suspected, he reached between her legs. He swiftly slid his fingers into her naked slit and felt for her clit. Finding it, he began to gently and rapidly rub Eva’s fleshy little button. She immediately began to squirm to the artful touch of this young stranger.

Because of how hot she had been all evening, the unexpected sweet humiliation she felt at displaying herself before her Sir made her naughty cunt dribble instantly.

“Oh adıyaman escort my,” Sir Mike said, surprised. And he quickly shoved two fingers into her slick cunt and began to pump the delightfully horny little slut’s snatch for all he was worth.

Whimpering and wriggling her whole world seemed to suddenly focus on her salacious throbbing clit. Eva started to hump the young man’s fingers. He slid a third finger into her hungry twat and he pounded her pussy hard and deep making her gasp loudly. He shoved his fingers in and out of her pussy faster and harder, again and again. Deep and hard, making her cry out with lust.

“She juices very nicely, and very, very quickly, ” Sir Mike laughed as he pounded her hot hole. “And I sure do love to find a cute little slut like this who can go from zero to sizzling as quickly as this one can.”

He chuckled at her reaction as Eva lifted her bottom and bucked against his fingers and hand as he fucked her warm velvety little crack. She was breathing harder and gasping and panting breathlessly with every grinding movement as he pressed his thumb on her clit and began to flick it as he shoved his fingers in and out, in and out, and in and out.

“Sir? Oh Sir?” she cried out, “Please may I cum Sir?”

“Well, at this point I think that is up to Mike,” Sir Dan laughed quietly. “After all, he is in control of that insatiable burning little snatch of yours. If you want it you will have to beg him my Pet.”

Gasping as her cunt was pummeled over and over by the strong hand of the handsome young Master, Eva began to wail, “Sir Mike pleasseeeee?”

“Please what slut?” Sir Mike teased as he throttled her cunt harder and harder.

“Please, please Sir Mike?”

Sir Mike doubled his efforts then and as he pounded her cunt faster and faster he growled, “Beg sweetly girl. What exactly do you want?”

“Oh please Sir Mike,” she wept. As he slammed his fingers into her deeper and deeper he rubbed her clit harder and faster making her cry out again, “Please, please, please, fuck me Sir Mike. Please fuck me, fuck me, and fuck me hard. Make me cum Sir Mike. Please make me cum.”

He suddenly karabük escort stopped all movement in her cunt and she began to cry as she tried to fuck his hand again. But he shoved his fingers into her hard and held her clit tightly as he pressed all his weight onto her pussy forcing her to stop moving. She drew in a sharp breath as she began to sob.

“What was that bitch?”

Eva sobbed desperately as she tried in vain to move and wiggle against him. “Please Sir Mike, ” she wept. “Pleaseeeeee!!!”

“Please what little one?”

“Please fuck me. Please make me cum,” she whined as she dug her fingernails into the carpet beneath her. She was in misery needing release. Then she suddenly remembered what her Sir had said.

“Sir Mike please fuck me again. Please make me cum,” she cried out sweetly. “I beg of you Sir, please? I beg you … Pleeaassseee!!!” and before she could finish Sir Mike shoved his fingers in and out of her cunt hard and deep and fast, making her squeal, “Please, please fuck me. I beg you Sir please may I cum? Please?”

Without answering Sir Mike slammed and pounded and fucked the distraught slave over and over until finally she shrieked, “PLEASE MAY I CUM SIR MIKE? PLEASE????” Oh, would he never give her release? She knew not to cum without his permission but she was so hot she didn’t know if she could hold it, and she started to cry.

Then right in the middle of fucking her cunt good and hard he abruptly stopped all movement. And then he bent his fingers up, pressing them against Eva’s g-spot at the back of her pelvic bone, and behind her clit. Then he rubbed her clit hard and fast manipulating her g-spot at the same time.

And as Eva began to squeal and cry, rolling her head back and forth in frustration she heard the most beautiful sound as Sir Mike grabbed her hair hard with his free hand and said quietly, “Cum slut.”

“Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Aaiiieeeee!!!” Eva cried out as her pussy twitched and jerked, and then a hot river of cum flowed again and again, soaking Sir Mike’s hand and the carpet beneath her.

“Wow! Dan my man, I must say your strayangel is definitely slave hot and beyond,” chuckled Sir Mike as he released Eva.

Still shuddering and shaking as her rolling orgasm began to subside, Eva looked up at her Dominant. He immediately stooped down and gathered her limp body into his arms. And as he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face he kissed her lips. And then he tenderly pressed his cheek against hers and murmured, “I am so proud of you my Pet.”

… to be continued.

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(In this tantalizing tale, every character portrayed is a mature soul, aged gracefully beyond the tender age of 18.)

I found myself captivated by his innocent charm, his youthful allure that ignited a fire within me. It was as if a forbidden desire had awakened, consuming my every thought and tempting me beyond reason. Bobby, the unsuspecting student, became the object of my deepest, most illicit fantasies.

His presence in my classroom was no longer ordinary; it was a tantalizing dance of stolen glances and hidden desires. The way his dark locks cascaded effortlessly over his forehead, framing his piercing blue eyes, sent shivers down my spine. His average build held an untamed magnetism that drew me closer, closer to the edge of temptation.

I, the epitome of grace and elegance, had always prided myself on my self-control. But Bobby, with his innocent smile and boyish charm, shattered the walls I had so carefully built around my desires. I was no longer the composed and untouchable teacher; I was a woman consumed by a forbidden passion.

The spring air carried a sense of recklessness, a whisper of forbidden love that danced upon the breeze. And one fateful day, as the sun bathed the classroom in its golden glow, our paths collided in a way that would forever change the course of our lives.

It started innocently enough, a simple conversation that lingered longer than it should have. Our eyes locked, and in that moment, time stood still. The boundaries that society had imposed upon us faded into insignificance, replaced by an undeniable connection that transcended age and position.

As the days turned into weeks, our encounters became bolder, our stolen moments more daring. The thrill of secrecy fueled our passion, igniting a flame that burned brighter with each stolen touch. The classroom, once a sanctuary of knowledge, transformed into our clandestine haven of desire.

But amidst the intoxicating whirlwind of our forbidden love, guilt lingered like a shadow, reminding us of the consequences that awaited us. We were two souls entangled in a web of passion, yearning for each other’s touch yet tormented by the knowledge that our love was forbidden.

And so, we danced on the precipice of ecstasy and despair, our hearts entwined in a love that defied all reason. The world may judge us, label us as sinners, but in the depths of our souls, we knew that our love was pure, untamed, and irrevocable.

I, the last teacher in the world anyone would expect to succumb to such desires, found myself entangled in a love affair…

-oOo-

One fine day in the month of May, as the classroom buzzed with the anticipation of freedom, Bobby sauntered past my desk, his eyes fixated on my bosom. The sun’s warm caress had prompted me to wear a blouse that revealed a tantalizing glimpse of my cleavage, just enough to ignite desire. It was not uncommon for young men to steal glances down my blouse, and truth be told, I relished in their admiration. My philosophy was simple – why deny them the pleasure of feasting their eyes upon my allure?

As our gazes locked, I anticipated a flush of embarrassment to color his cheeks, assuming he would swiftly divert his attention elsewhere. However, to my astonishment, I discovered an undeniable bulge protruding from the confines of his trousers, right before my very eyes. At first, I failed to comprehend its nature, perceiving it merely as a conspicuous lump distorting the fabric. It took a moment for the realization to dawn upon me – Bobby was sporting a throbbing erection. The revelation left me dumbfounded, too taken aback to even blush. I continued to gaze, captivated by the sight, until the realization struck that I was unabashedly ogling the crotch of a eighteen-year-old boy. Hastily, I averted my eyes, allowing Bobby to proceed on his way out of the room.

To my surprise, a delightful tingling sensation coursed through my nipples, causing them to harden within the confines of my bra. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief that Bobby had departed before witnessing this involuntary response.

I had just experienced a tantalizing encounter with a student that left me feeling a delightful ache between my thighs. He possessed a certain charm, a captivating allure that lingered in my thoughts throughout the day. My mind wandered into a realm of forbidden fantasies, fixated on the image of his impressive erection. As nightfall embraced me, I succumbed to a dream where we found ourselves alone, consumed by an insatiable desire. In this ethereal realm, I yearned to undress him, to reveal the hidden treasures beneath his pants. However, my efforts were thwarted as his hardened member entangled itself, teasingly refusing to be unveiled. The intensity of my arousal was overwhelming, and I awoke to find myself drenched with desire, my body yearning for release. With a feverish urgency, I sought solace in the touch of my own hand, pleasuring myself with an unbridled passion. My swollen clitoris protruded proudly, acıbadem escort akin to the prow of a majestic ship, ready to navigate the tempestuous seas of pleasure.

The following day, I arranged to meet my dearest confidante and fellow teacher, Cathy Barton, for a lunch date. As we savored our meal, I divulged the entirety of my scandalous encounter to her.

Cathy’s expression turned pensive, her mind seemingly lost in contemplation. “You know,” she began, her voice laced with intrigue, “I am privy to the secrets of at least three teachers who have engaged in illicit affairs with students here.” Her words hung in the air, carrying a sense of forbidden knowledge. “Two men and one woman,” she continued, her tone filled with a hint of mystery. “One of the men was caught in the act and faced the threat of dismissal, but somehow, the scandal was silenced.”

Curiosity piqued, I leaned in closer, my eyes searching for answers. “And what of the woman? The one who dared to indulge in a forbidden affair with a student?”

A mischievous smile danced upon Cathy’s lips as she leaned back, her gaze filled with secrets. “Ah, my dear, that is a tale I shall not reveal. However, I can disclose the identity of the student involved. Have you heard of Raymond Anthony?”

“Oh, him? I had the pleasure of having him in my class two years ago. He’s blossomed into quite the young man, wouldn’t you agree? Now in the ninth grade, he exudes an air of mystery and allure. What could possibly be the source of his magnetic charm?”

“Well…he’s not your typical average boy, if you catch my drift. He possesses a certain…endowment that sets him apart from the rest. In fact, word has spread like wildfire among the girls in the ninth grade, for he has earned quite the reputation.”

“Pray, do tell me more about this reputation.”

“Well, the whispers that circulated a few months ago suggested that he was still untouched…because every girl who dared to explore his depths discovered that he was simply too much to handle. Three different girls, during a daring game of Post Office at his sister’s slumber party, were left in awe of his size.”

“And he engaged in a tryst with a teacher?”

“Indeed, one of the teachers caught wind of his predicament and took it upon herself to assist him with his…little problem.” Cathy couldn’t help but giggle at the thought. “But, of course, it remains a closely guarded secret.”

“I dare say it must have been Miss Josephson, the captivating Geography teacher. She possesses an undeniable allure, and the boys simply cannot resist her charms.”

“Well, it wasn’t her, and she truly isn’t such a seductress. People merely perceive her as such due to her voluptuous bosom. Yours are nearly as ample, yet nobody would dare label you as promiscuous.”

“Because of the glasses. And I don’t dress to flaunt my curves when I’m at school. However, I made an exception yesterday, and behold the consequences that arose from revealing a mere inch of cleavage.”

“You should. Your bosom is truly exquisite, you know. I’m not at all surprised that he couldn’t resist stealing glances. Why don’t you undo another button on that tantalizing garment you’re wearing today, and let’s see if he takes notice?”

“Oh, my goodness, no.” I giggled, feeling a delightful sense of naughtiness. “You make me feel like such a sensual deviant. Like this?” I unfastened one more button at the top of my blouse, delicately pulling it down and artfully arranging the lapels.

“That’s better. Now your bosom is visible, but not excessively so, just a hint of your lacy bra peeking through.”

I swiftly refastened the button. “Well, we shall see. I don’t truly believe I would stoop so low as to entice a eighteen-year-old to gaze down my blouse.”

But I succumbed to my desires, as expected. As the fourth period came to an end, I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. I delicately undid the button of my blouse, allowing it to gracefully slide down, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of my ample bosom. Bobby, a handsome young man, happened to pass by my desk just as I dismissed the class. His eyes were immediately drawn to my chest, and I couldn’t resist the urge to playfully tease him. With a seductive gesture, I beckoned him closer, leaning forward over my desk as I inquired about a homework assignment. Purposefully, I thrust my voluptuous 36D breasts towards him, taking a deep breath to accentuate their allure.

Normally, I would wear practical undergarments to school. However, fate had a different plan that morning. All of my sensible underwear happened to be in the dirty laundry hamper, leaving me with only the lingerie I typically reserved for special occasions. It was not a conscious decision, but I found myself wearing one of those bras that subtly enhanced my assets. It wasn’t a WonderBra or something from the pages of a Victoria’s Secret catalog, but it certainly left no doubt that I was a woman with bağdat caddesi escort ample curves.

Bobby couldn’t help but notice. My mother used to jokingly refer to my breasts as “boy magnets,” and in that moment, I understood why. He was undeniably drawn to them, his face flushing with desire. As I continued to discuss the assignment, Bobby nodded along, pretending to listen while his attention was solely focused on my captivating presence. Curiosity got the better of me, and I discreetly stole a glance at his crotch. There, behind the confines of his zipper, something stirred and grew. A substantial bulge emerged, straining against the fabric of his pants, as if it were a primal display of virility. I was captivated, as if witnessing a mesmerizing mating ritual in a nature documentary.

Once again, I felt my body responding to the mere thought of him. My nipples hardened, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he would notice. The bra I wore was sheer, and when my nipples were erect, they poked through the fabric, begging for attention. I looked down at myself, and my heart skipped a beat. A big bump protruded from my left nipple, and I knew it was impossible to hide. My breathing became shallow, and I felt a rush of heat between my legs. This little game of ours had gone too far.

“So, you’ll have it in by the end of the week?” I asked, my voice low and sultry.

“Yes, Miss Wanshel,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled, knowing that I had him right where I wanted him. I turned around, and my nipples stuck out half an inch, taunting him. I could feel his eyes on me, and it only made me hotter. I erased the blackboard, trying to meet his gaze, but he still wouldn’t look at me. I rearranged my clothes, fastened the button, and tried to calm myself down. I couldn’t let him see me like this.

That night, I dreamed about him again. This time, I had no problem getting his pants down. He was big and thick between my legs, pumping hard, and I was gasping and moaning, almost about to come for what seemed like a very long time. I woke up in a sweat, my body on fire. There was a damp spot under me on the bed, evidence of my desire. I hurriedly finished myself off, one hand shoving fingers up inside me, and the other rubbing my clit hard until I came. My orgasm lasted almost a minute, and I knew that I couldn’t resist him any longer.

The morning sun shone through the window, casting a warm glow on my skin as I woke up. It was Wednesday, and I had no plans to meet Cathy. But as fate would have it, a note from her arrived between classes, suggesting we do lunch again. My heart raced with excitement as I met her on our break, and we got into her car, driving out towards a hamburger place on the highway.

As we drove, Cathy couldn’t help but gush about the boy in her fifth period class. “He’s such a little dreamboat,” she said, her voice filled with envy that he had a crush on me. We chatted about our day, and I told her all the juicy details of what happened in class yesterday. She wanted to know everything – how big his bulge was, whether any of the other boys noticed my ample bosom, and whether any of the girls noticed his growing erection. She even asked which bra I had worn that day.

“I’m not showing any cleavage today. I don’t want to be a slut,” I said, feeling a little self-conscious.

Cathy smirked. “What are you wearing tomorrow, then?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

She seductively whispered in my ear, her voice dripping with desire, “Darling, imagine the sensation of wearing something clingy, feeling the fabric caress your every curve, and going braless. Let your body breathe, let it be free.” Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she continued, “Or perhaps a tantalizing miniskirt, showcasing those gorgeous legs of yours. Oh, the temptation it would bring.”

Her words danced in my mind, tempting me with their allure. But reality quickly set in. I knew that going braless was a privilege reserved for those blessed with a figure like hers, not for someone like me, a woman with a generous D cup. And as a teacher at Southern State Community College, I was bound by a strict dress code that explicitly forbade miniskirts. I couldn’t risk my reputation or my job.

With a gentle touch, I persuaded her to understand my predicament. “My love, I appreciate your enticing suggestions, but I must remain true to myself. I will wear what I always do, regardless of the circumstances.”

Her voice lowered, filled with a hint of disappointment. “He truly is a sight to behold, isn’t he? Have you ever considered the possibilities?”

Confusion clouded my thoughts as I questioned her intentions. “Considered what?”

A mischievous smile played on her lips as she leaned closer, her breath warm against my skin. “Considered whether you truly desire to indulge in the forbidden pleasures with him?”

My heart raced, my mind struggling to comprehend her audacious kozyatağı escort proposition. “He’s just a boy! Eighteen years old!”

She chuckled softly, her laughter laced with a hint of seduction. “Yes, my dear, he may be young, but he possesses a certain maturity. And I couldn’t help but notice your dreams, two nights in a row. Once you start dreaming about a man, my love, it’s only a matter of time before you succumb to your desires.”

My voice trembled as I tried to reason with her, “But he’s not a man, he’s just a boy.”

Her giggle grew louder, filled with a wicked delight. “Oh, my dear, he may be young, but he is more than capable. So here we are, a young man, a compassionate older woman, and a clandestine lesson in the art of passion. In France, it would be seen as perfectly natural.”

We engaged in a passionate debate, our words intertwining like a seductive dance, oblivious to the passing time. Our hunger for each other’s company was undeniable, yet we settled for a quick indulgence, grabbing containers of creamy yogurt as we made our way back to the confines of our school. In that moment, she unveiled a truth that stirred the depths of my desires, revealing that my very essence was entangled in this forbidden allure. She whispered tantalizing secrets about Raymond Anthony, igniting a fire within me that yearned to be quenched…

“…and as she unzipped him, a revelation awaited her. A breathtaking nine inches of pure ecstasy. Can you fathom such a gift bestowed upon a mere eighteen-year-old? Just imagine the magnificence he will possess when he enters the realm of higher education, endowed like a majestic stallion. Such prodigious proportions may even necessitate the intervention of surgical reduction, for his virility will know no bounds.”

Hmm, I must admit, I’ve never experienced such an impressive size before. In fact, I’ve never laid eyes upon a nine-inch masterpiece in the flesh. The mere thought of being passionately penetrated in the depths of my being sends shivers down my spine. However, it’s not just the length that matters, my dear. It’s the width that truly entices, the ability to fill me up completely. And of course, the crucial question remains: can he maintain his firmness long enough to bring me to the pinnacle of ecstasy?

In his case, his girth is more than satisfactory, and he possesses the stamina of a wild jackrabbit, satisfying me not once, but twice in rapid succession. And believe it or not, they engage in this passionate dance of love-making approximately five times within a single session.

“Goodness gracious,” I gasped, my heart racing with desire.

“But my dear, he is merely eighteen years of age. That’s precisely why one indulges in the pleasures of a younger lover. They possess an insatiable appetite for carnal delights, leaving you breathless and yearning for more, even when your body begins to ache. And oh, the energy they possess! Unlike a weary 40-year-old gentleman who would simply roll off you and drift into slumber after his release.”

I paused, lost in contemplation for a moment. “Raymond, my dear, is not the man who ignites the flames of my passion.”

“Yes, it is a pity that he is already spoken for, isn’t it?” she chuckled softly. “However, let us not forget about Bobby, my dear. He may just be the one to fulfill your deepest desires.”

My heart raced as I looked into his eyes and whispered, “Yes, I do.” The thought of being with Bobby consumed my every desire, but a nagging doubt lingered in my mind. “But what if he doesn’t measure up?” I asked, my voice trembling with anticipation.

I couldn’t help but imagine a small, insignificant member that wouldn’t satisfy my every need. I had never encountered such a problem before, but I had heard stories from my girlfriends. “What if he can’t keep it up?” I continued, my mind racing with doubt.

“At his age, you don’t have to worry about that,” he assured me, his voice low and seductive. “The real challenge is keeping it down for more than five minutes.” His words sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to be with him.

I had noticed Bobby in class, his bulge more prominent than the other boys. It was the reason I had been drawn to him, the reason I couldn’t stop thinking about him. “You’ve probably had other boys get hard in your class,” he continued, his voice husky with desire. “But their erections weren’t big enough for you to notice. You noticed Bobby because he stands out. I bet he’s well hung.”

My heart raced as he spoke, my body aching with desire. “Anyway,” he continued, his voice low and seductive. “I know someone who can find out.” And with those words, my doubts vanished, replaced by a burning desire to be with Bobby, to feel him inside me, to experience the pleasure that only he could provide.

“He said Bobby’s definitely worth checking out. Apparently, he’s got a nice package and knows how to use it.”

My heart raced as I imagined what it would be like to be with Bobby. I had always been attracted to him, but now I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I needed to find a way to make him notice me.

The next day in class, I made sure to sit next to Bobby. I could feel his eyes on me as I pretended to take notes. When the bell rang, I lingered behind, hoping to catch him alone.

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Chapter 1: Skin

“Shit!” I squealed as my roommate’s eyes widened and she slapped her hands over the grin spreading rapidly across her face. She closed my bedroom door, and I listened as her footsteps faded.

The giant purple dildo I’d been riding a moment before slipped from my hands, falling to the floor as I collapsed backwards onto the bed. Embarrassment coursed through me as I closed my eyes. I threw an arm over my heated face in an unsuccessful attempt to hide from myself.

She wasn’t supposed to be home for another two hours. I tried to reason with myself that she hadn’t seen anything, but I knew better. She wouldn’t care; I’d walked in on her with men on the couch, the kitchen table, the hallway floor. But as a flush creeped across my skin, I wondered how much of a hassle it would be to find a new place to live.

***

“I don’t know who’s lonelier, you or your large purple friend,” she said from her doorway once hunger prompted me to leave the safety of my room.

“I am not lonely!” I insisted.

Singleness was my jam. She, on the other hand, went through a different guy every other month. She regaled me with tales of her amorous adventures, and I occasionally accompanied her on a double date with one bland guy or another.

It was Saturday night, and she was headed out with her latest beau for a night of dancing and drinking. She’d asked me if I wanted to come, assuring me I was never a third wheel.

“Plus, I already invited our new neighbor to come with us. I told him you’re cute and he’s so much better looking than your purple cock.”

“Fine,” I said, letting the embarrassment wash over me and then trying to let it go.

She insisted on lending me an outfit for me for the evening. She told me the tiny skirt screamed, “I’m here to get laid.” For her, I tried to convince myself I was comfortable with the look.

Socialization had never come naturally. For years the social scene existed in my life like any other experiment. Hypotheses ran through my head. Would I feel more connection to people if I engaged in more social media? Would I form more connections if I focused on open ended questions in my interactions? Despite meticulous thought about the variables and controls of my social experiments, I continued to fail at execution.

My roommate had plied me with shots last time I’d explained to her how I analyzed my failed dates. She knew I was hopeless and loved me anyway. I loved her for that.

***

Earlier in the week I’d wandered onto the seventh floor of the biotech firm where I work. I don’t usually venture past floor six, but a walk was warranted because the water cooler was out of order.

Spreadsheets and calculations filled my head, despite my promise to myself that I was taking a break. Autopilot guided me toward the water cooler, and I saw nothing around me.

“Woah!” came from above as I barreled into a solid body blocking my way. Large hands caught my shoulders and stopped me from tipping over as I lost my balance and my train of thought.

A familiar voice cut through the equations in my head. Even before I brought my head up and saw the white lab coat and the shaggy hair, that voice sang to me of the past. Confusion engulfed me as my world shifted.

“It’s you,” I said incredulously, laughing in delight. “You left Phoenix?”

Phoenix had been a mess. He’d hated his job. Some desert dwelling dumpster bitch had broken his heart. It’d gotten so bad he’d refused to speak with anyone back home for months. He hadn’t even told me he’d come back.

“I hated it there,” he said, regret and anger flashing across his face before hiding behind an easy smile. “It was too hot.”

“I can’t believe you’re here,” I said.

“It’s nice to be back on the East Coast, but I’m still getting my bearings.” He removed his hands from my shoulders and walked with me to the water cooler.

We first met when he moved next door to me a long time back. We were fast friends and hung out together in all our free time. Sophomore year of college he’d switched majors and transferred to the same city as me. Now he worked at my company.

“Are you following me?” I asked him playfully.

“Yes,” he said jokingly. “Yes, I am.”

***

I stepped out of the apartment; more accurately, I stepped over and around the trail of cosmetics, g-strings, and stilettos and managed to escape the apartment unharmed. Wisps of aromatic steam still clung to my hair, meticulously blown out and styled into artful, messy waves. Before leaving the hall I gave myself one last look over.

In the mirror was a woman that I seldom saw. Black wings swept up from the corners of my eyes, transforming drab brown into smoldering hazel studded with flecks of gold. Lips covered in a bold purple matte curved up at one corner. Freed from its normal utilitarian ponytail, slashes of crimson gleamed amid flowing waves of chocolate and cinnamon.

Acknowledging the extra twenty pounds I’d put on since taking the lab tech job, I refused to dwell on the guilt, acıbadem escort focusing instead on new curves. The sparkly tank, barely snug on my roommate, accentuated deep cleavage on the woman before me. The black leather skirt hugging my hips was nearly scandalous.

Overcoming social anxiety and a general disinterest in the bar scene took significant effort, but feeling a little sexy every now and then was worth it. Maybe she was right. Going out might be fun after all.

We walked down the hall to the corner apartment where my roommate rapped lightly on the door.

“One minute,” came a familiar voice. I started laughing before he even opened the door. My roommate looked at me as if I’d blown a gasket.

“It’s you,” he said. He smiled and enveloped me in a giant hug. “Are you following me?”

“Yes, I am,” I said, echoing his earlier words.

We laughed and my roommate stood patiently, awaiting an explanation. As he unfolded the winding road that had brought him into my life, I marveled at this man standing before me. No longer did I see the kid who had chased me through the halls of third grade with a worm on a stick. Nor the boy who’d studied long into the night with me.

There was a hint of sadness behind the easy banter he shared with my roommate. Was there regret hiding behind his eyes as they traveled over my body? I could only guess at the heartbreak that assaulted him in Phoenix. The man before me was changed, no longer the boy I’d befriended. Somehow, I needed to move on from that boy and become acquainted with the man.

***

I danced. I drank. The evening was enjoyable, just not my scene. As the night ground on, my precious reserve of social energy was rapidly draining. My roommate and companions were just getting started, however, and bid me farewell as they began the next phase of their bar hop.

The dark metro train window held my gaze, my imagination running wild with stories my roommate was likely coaxing out of my neighbor. The walk back to my apartment was lonely, despite the crowded Saturday night streets. Passing my neighbor’s door, I wondered when I would next see him. Maybe soon, I thought finally home.

Hiding under a fuzzy blanket in pajamas, the sounds of a familiar movie soothed me. A knock sounded at my door and I debated pretending not to be there, not answering it. Curiosity overcame me and I padded to the door, fuzzy blanket and all.

“Just checking up on you,” said my neighbor as I opened the door. “Bar’s not really your scene,” he stated more than asked.

“Never has been,” I replied. “But thanks for coming out with us tonight. I had fun, and I think my roommate enjoyed having us there.”

He sat down on the couch next to me and I lay my head on his shoulder. It was like I was nineteen again and the two of us were back in the dorms hanging out. We watched black and white figures rage against mutant plants on the screen; laughed at the campiness of the old movie. The evening was comfortable. My neighbor was comfortable.

“Your roommate told me you’re unbearably horny and instructed me that I’m to fuck you before the night is over,” he said.

“She did not!” I exclaimed.

“So, wanna fuck?” he asked, a lopsided grin on his face.

I sat up, smacking his shoulder as I looked at him and giggled. This question had come up over and over through the years. Every time I’d laugh it away. Yes, I was horny. Yes, I was lonely.

But.

“No, I don’t want to fuck,” I admonished him. “I want a Hallmark movie. I want to be swept off my feet. I want forever.”

There were no butterflies as I reached for his hand. The electric tingle I’d felt when Peter May had entwined his fingers with mine senior year of high school was absent. Peter had turned out to be an asshole, but there had been real chemistry there.

“We’re friends,” I told him. “And co-workers. And now neighbors.” He sat there looking at me, his face concealing his thoughts. “Shit, you really are following me aren’t you?” I said giggling at him. He laughed at that but still said nothing. “You’re my oldest friend,” I started again. “I can’t fuck you without messing this up. Let’s not change anything for now, ok?”

As he had so many times before, he got down off the couch, onto one knee and asked me to marry him. Despite the light hearted nature of this ongoing joke, a small voice in the deepest recesses of my mind asked if maybe he was serious. Had I broken his heart constantly for the past two decades? Has he actually been following me around the country?

No. He just knew exactly how to push my buttons.

“Career. Marriage. Fairytale! Now come back up here and finish watching this movie with me.” He obediently climbed back up on the couch, pulled me close, and finished the movie.

***

Two weeks later, my roommate again implored me to go out dancing with her and her latest guy, but I already had my pajamas on and there was no budging me. I was comfortable, happy, encased in bağdat caddesi escort flannel. The couch beckoned and I was alone with the remote control when I heard a familiar knocking at my door.

“Come in!” I shouted, not even bothering to get off the couch. My neighbor bounded through the door, carrying a shallow rectangular wrapped gift, which he placed on the table in front of the couch.

“I got you something,” he said.

“Yes, I can see that,” I replied. “What is it?” I asked, shaking it gently. It rattled.

“A surprise for you. Go ahead, open it.”

I brought my legs down from lounging on the couch and placed the box on my lap. I enthusiastically tore away the bright paper, liberating something the size of Monopoly. Except it wasn’t Monopoly. The box was a matte black with red lettering and maze-like crimson swirls covering all its sides. Abstinence. Under the title was a smaller title. “The game where you don’t fuck around.” A giggling fit caught me as I turned the box over and looked at my neighbor incredulously. “Seriously?”

“Hey, you don’t want to fuck. This is obviously the game for you.”

“Where did you get this?” I asked as I turned the box over examining the swirls covering it. He remained silent as my fingers followed the designs.

“You made this, didn’t you?” I asked him. Inside jokes abounded in the swirls adorning the outside of the box. My fingers over intricate little smurfs dancing through rows of tiny cinnamon buns. And there on the side of the box was a corner of a map of the town I’d grown up in. “How did you do this? When did you do this?” I asked him.

The box looked professionally made, but I was certain there was no way he found this somewhere and bought it. My mind started doing calculations as I opened the box. How long would it have taken him to get the box, the board inside, and the game pieces printed? How long would it have taken him to design this? How long had he been planning this?

“I have a cousin who manufactures board games. I gave him the design and he printed it up for me. I told him it was for a bachelorette party of a friend. But in reality, you won’t fuck me, so we’re going to play a game about not fucking me.”

“I’m not sure what to say,” I told him. “You made me a game about not fucking you?”

“Obviously,” he said, taking the board out of the box and setting up the cards like those on a Monopoly board.

“Ok, so how do we play?” I asked, reaching for a card. He slapped my hand away and made quiet little tsking sounds at me.

“All of this is kind of unnecessary,” he explained. “All you really need are the cards, but I thought it would be fun if there were dice and game pieces and all the trimmings. So, roll the dice. And we go around the board until one of us lands on a card spot. Then pick the card. We get two hours after that to do whatever’s on the card. The only rule is, no fucking allowed.”

I looked at him incredulously. “Ok, so you designed these mystery cards just for me and they all have non fucking activities?”

“I promise, no fucking involved. The name of the game is Abstinence, after all.”

What the cards would involve? Go outside and scream something bizarre? Show the most embarrassing photo on your phone? Tell something you’re glad your partner doesn’t know about you?

“Is this going to be like Truth or Dare?” I asked.

“Just like it, but only dare, and more adult,” he answered. “Look. I’m horny, you’re horny. We’re not kids anymore. Do you trust me?”

If anyone else had uttered those words, they’d be out of my apartment faster than my roommate’s panties come off at a party. Do you trust me was the ultimate red flag. No, I want you to come out and say what you want. But looking at the man in front of me, knowing how far back we went, I was willing to give him a chance.

“I think so, but tell me more about this game,” I said tentatively.

Tonight, I would let the boy I’d known go and embrace the man he’d become. He’d filled out nicely. There were muscles moving under his shirt in ways that I would have called attractive on any other guy. And fuck it, I was horny. And I did trust him.

“We’re going to get naked and we’re going to experiment with how our bodies feel. Are you up for an adventure?” he asked.

I had never been naked in front of anyone. The only thing that I had ever been sexual with was my purple dildo. Even my single high school kiss with Peter May had been chaste and close mouthed. I hesitated. But time wasn’t slowing down.

“Yeah, let’s do this,” I decided, picking a small puppy figurine out of the box. He picked up a large stallion piece, hung like a horse, of course, and placed it next to mine. “Seriously,” I said sarcastically.

He smiled and said nothing.

My eyes traveled across his chest and down to his toes as he retrieved the dice from the box and placed them into my waiting hand. Ok, so he’d grown up. I rolled my eyes at him anyway as I rolled kozyatağı escort the dice and moved my puppy six spaces around the board.

“Does this space mean anything?” I asked.

“Nope, you have to get to a card spot. Whoever gets to one first gets to read the card and do whatever it says.”

He rolled a seven, which was also not a card spot. I rolled the dice again, rolling a three this time. We rolled the dice back and forth for several minutes, moving our pieces around and around the board, neither of us landing on a card spot, until I landed fortuitously on my next turn.

“Ok, you need to pick a card,” he said, lifting the deck of cards and shuffling them before handing them to me. “52 cards here. One for every week for the next year if you’re amenable to spending your Saturday evenings with me for a while.”

“That’s a rather big ask,” I said to him as I picked a card from the top of the pile. “I’m an adult now. Look at my dazzling social life. I never sit around in my pjs and binge Netflix,” I told him sarcastically.

The card was a solid black with a crimson border, matching the game’s general vibe. I hesitated before turning it over, wondering what he had in store for me. I had no idea other than his assurances there was no fucking allowed.

Semi erotic smoke sketches covered the margins of the face. From certain angles, the doodles may have been figures entangled in compromising positions. Fascinated by the lines of one smoke figure with legs spread, being penetrated by a second smoke figure, I didn’t immediately register the writing on the card.

“Hand drawn by yours truly.” He took a little seated bow over the card as I marveled at the skill I knew he had but had never seen rendered so professionally. “You should read the card out loud.”

“Step 1. You must touch all exposed skin to your partner’s exposed skin.

“Step 2. Each party removes a piece of clothing. Repeat the first step.

“Step 3. Continue until no clothes remain.

“Step 4. Once undressed, remain in a position that allows as much skin-to-skin contact as possible for 20 minutes.”

“So, do you want to try this with me?” He asked.

Was I going to do this? I asked myself. I felt like I was at the edge of a cliff. My body really wanted to jump because on the way down flying would feel so good. But what awaited me at the bottom? Were we going to destroy our friendship? Was I going to regret not waiting for my soulmate?

“Are they all like this?” I asked him.

“Yup. The point of this game is to get you to beg me to fuck you every week, and then have you wake up grateful in my arms that I refused to fuck you.”

“You are seriously messed up. You know that right?”

“Of course! Wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t horny, desperate to fuck you, but also intent on keeping you virginal and happy.”

For the first time it sank in that he may have been serious all those times. He wanted me. Had wanted me enough to move across the country multiple times. Or was it really a coincidence? Was it creepy that he suddenly appeared at the company I worked for or moved into the apartment next door to me? I wasn’t sure. But I was lonely. And I was saving myself. But I was twenty-four. How long did I want to wait?

“I’m a bit creeped out right now,” I admitted. “You made an X-rated game for me. You moved across the country and showed up at my work. You moved into the apartment next door. I don’t really know what to think.”

He started to say something, but I put a hand up to stop him. “Despite all that, I do trust you. And I am horny.” A smile played across his lips, crinkling the corners of his eyes.

“I understand. And we can talk about all that,” he promised. “Are you in?”

For the first time in his presence, I felt the flickering of butterflies in my stomach. I stood at the edge of that cliff, and I jumped.

“I’m in.” He smiled at me, and we began to play.

He stood in front of me and took my hands in his as he pulled me up. That hint of butterflies turned into a nervousness I’ve never felt with him. It started deep in my stomach and made its way to the tips of my toes and fingers. Despite our long association, I’d never seen him naked.

“So, I guess that covers our hands huh?” I stated.

“No way,” he said. “This is a game. It goes beyond hand holding.” He ran his fingers over mine, his fingertips brushing up and down each of my fingers. He enveloped my hands in his and brought them to his lips before releasing them.

Neither of us had socks and I needed to break the tension that had formed between us. One foot, then my other found their way onto the tops of his feet. He caught me as I lost my balance. We stood, my feet atop his, my breasts pressed tightly against his chest as I giggled into his shoulder.

“Oh, very clever, but that only covers the top of your feet,” he said, tumbling us to the ground. His feet brushed the soles of mine and I in turn wiggled mine against his. My head turned, our cheeks meeting. A deep rumble reverberated through me, his laughter as I rubbed our noses together, foreheads meeting.

“This is all skin,” he said, puckering his lips. Ignoring his offered lips, I nodded and brought my chin to his, a teasing smile on my lips. The dance of cat and mouse continued, his mouth and mine, lips never quite touching. Eyelashes tickling mercilessly, breath searing, beads of sweat forming.

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I’m talking to this guy, and he told me he’s a virgin. At first, I was nervous about it because it had been a while since I had sex, and I knew it was his first time, so I wanted to make it good. The first time we had sex, he used a condom, and he came inside the condom. A few days later, he came over again, but he forgot the condoms.

I have an IUD, so I’m used to guys not really wanting to use condoms and just pulling out or giving me a creampie, but I knew he had never given a girl a creampie before. We started having sex, and he was cuddle fucking me. He felt so good in that position, and he kept on kissing my shoulders and my neck…it felt so good. I could hear his breath in my ear and how desperate he was. I told him to hold on for as long as he could while he was inside of me, and I moved my legs over him while I was laying on my back, and he was on his side, still fucking me so I could watch his face. “I don’t think I can last that long anymore,” he sputtered. I felt my stomach flutter, and suddenly, all I wanted was his seed coating my insides. I heard him start to whimper and moan quietly, a sign that he was going to cum. kurtköy escort “It’s okay….you’re okay,” I cooed, he had mentioned how he was scared to give a girl a creampie before. He came so hard he was panting after. He immediately apologized and told me he didn’t mean to and that it wouldn’t happen again. I told him it was okay and that things happen sometimes. I explained how I had an IUD, and we should be okay because I was just finishing up my period.

He ended up sleeping over, and the next morning, I needed him again. I started palming him through his shorts and kissing him passionately; I could feel his tongue trying to enter my mouth. I knew he wanted me, so I slid his boxers down and helped him slide inside of me. He started fucking me again, and pretty quickly, he gave me another creampie. It was so obvious he loved how it felt. He loved the way my pussy gripped his throbbing cock, and he loved cumming inside of me while he could feel me pulsating around him. I made sure to hold him after and make sure he was okay.

I told him I was proud of him, and I knew beykoz escort it was hard. Sex can be hard to navigate, especially when you’ve never done it before and your partner has. I hope I can continue to make him feel comfortable and let him know that he can tell me anything he wants without fear that he will be upset or make me feel bad.

Over the next few weeks, he began to get nervous that the condom would break. He started pulling out of me despite wearing a condom because he was so nervous. I love creampies so much and I was frustrated that he wouldn’t give me what I wanted. No matter how much I tried to explain how condoms work or how my IUD works, he would still pull out. I started to think that I would never get another creampie from this man. When he was sleeping over a few weeks ago, he had me in a mating press. He was wearing a condom and he pulled out again. I pouted and asked “Why don’t you cum in me anymore? You know I love it….and you’re wearing a condom”. He explained again that he was scared the condom would break and I just decided to leave it. After üsküdar escort all, one day maybe he’ll understand. Maybe one day I’ll get another creampie even if it’s not today. We went to sleep and I dreamed about him pumping his load deep inside my aching pussy.

The next morning when we woke up, I could feel how hard he was. His dick was pressed into my ass and I slowly started to grind into him. He started to gently play with my nipples and I was in heaven. I started to press more into his dick with my ass and I realized he was hard as a rock. I didn’t want to say anything to shake his confidence so I just slowly pulled his sweatpants down. His dick was so hard it was pressed against his stomach. I gently started touching it and before I could even start to give him a handjob he was trying to slide inside of me. He didn’t have anymore condoms and again, I didn’t want to say anything to ruin the moment. He wouldn’t be fucking me if he wasn’t okay with it, right? He slid inside of me and he immediately tried to fuck me as deeply as he could. I started whimpering softly and I could feel him throbbing inside of me. His thrusts began to get more spastic and I could tell he was close. I expected him to pull out but he completely drained his balls inside of me. He felt so good and when he pulled out he started apologizing. I told him it was okay and when I stood up to go to the bathroom and clean up, I could feel his seed dripping out of my pussy and gently down my thighs…

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This is a work of fiction and all characters are over 18, even if one of them is repeatedly entitled as “boy”. If you find man-on-man revolting, please don’t read any further. The second chapter might be slightly (!) more to your taste.

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Klaas could have kicked himself. He had stormed out like a headless chicken. No proper riding boots, a pair of normal jeans and his usual leather jacket. Not what he usually would have worn for riding. Then again, he was nearly overdressed as anybody else here rode motorcycles in sneakers and t-shirts.

He had recently relocated from the Netherlands to Barcelona to take on a role as a callcenter head supervisor. With 22, he was young for the role but he had been working in the company’s callcenter near Amsterdam since leaving school at 17. He was clever, worked hard, knew his stuff and had advanced quickly. Coming from headquarters and being much younger than them had not exactly enamoured the 5 managers reporting to him, but in the last 3 months, a sort of a grudging respect had set in. And even though he was their boss, he was genuinely friendly and his boyish good looks helped not just with the women.

Like many Dutch whiteish-blonde and blue-eyed, what he lacked in size and brawn for a typical Dutchman (he was 5’6″ and lightly built) he made up for with a hands-on enthusiastic mentality and a “come-on, let’s go” energetic style of management.

Nevertheless, the start had not been easy. Work was challenging, he had found a small flat, but he missed home. He had broken up with his girlfriend who was furious about his move and he missed a girlfriend. He did not miss her exactly, but she had been fun in the sack and he had not had any booty since moving here. What kept him sane was the fantastic weather, the sea and his pride and joy, a fluorescent green Triumph Speed Triple. Not the latest model, certainly, but plenty fast enough to kill yourself and to get in all sorts of trouble. A real hooligan motorbike, and his gift to himself for the promotion.

It was the middle of the week and when unexpectedly his agenda had cleared for the afternoon, he had not hesitated. Bright sunshine, hot, even though it was only the end of May. He had jumped onto the bike and had taken the highway north towards the French border to explore the hills behind the coast. Now, a good hour later, he had left the coast road and had turned inland into the hills. The roads were recently re-surfaced and free of traffic, he left free rein to his motorcycle’s horses.

The wind sang in his ears and he felt great when the engine all of a sudden spluttered, then stuttered and coughed and died. He quickly pulled the clutch lever and coasted to a halt on the wide gravel shoulder of the road, then opened the filler cap and gently shook the bike. A sloshing noise, but far down in the tank. Shoot, he had forgotten to fill her up.

He fumbled under the tank for the fuel tap, opened the reserve. Could he go back to the coast? He had seen some pumps there, but that had been a while ago, a bit far for comfort. He had never tried how far he could go on reserve. On the other hand, just riding into the hills hoping to find a village with a pump was certainly worse. He tapped his left chest pocket for his mobile …. Where was it? He tapped all his pockets … no telephone, he must have left it in his locker at work when taking off his suit jacket. So, no telephone …. And then it dawned on him: no telephone, no GPS, ok. But also: no credit cards, no cash….. Well, he had to try to get to the next pump on the coast road and then see what he would do.

He pressed the starter button. After turning over twice, the engine fired, then fell into a lumpy idle …. and stalled. Klaas pressed the button again. The starter warbled, the engine turned over but did not fire up. He tried again … and again …. and again …. Nothing.

He swore: this was just his luck. No phone, no money, out of petrol and the only people he knew in this country were at work.

He looked around. Hills ahead, hills behind, and in the middle of this dusty valley the road … There was a cart track leading off to the left, and there seemed to be a house in the trees. He thought for a moment if he should try to push the bike to the house. 35 degrees centigrade and no shade anywhere. But just leaving it by the wayside did not feel right either. In the end he pushed it the 200 meters to the access road and another 50 meters into the track towards the house, before the heat became too much. He left the bike on the side of the track, hung is helmet and jacket on the handlebars and set out towards the house.

He approached the house, but could not see anything behind the dense hedge and the gate. Everything seemed quiet, no dog barking. Didn’t they all have dogs out here? he wondered before pressing the doorbell. It was only then that he wondered how he would explain his bostancı escort situation as his Spanish was close to non-existent …. Or did they speak Catalan out here in the sticks? He was still pondering that thought when the intercom crackled to life:

“Hola?” a man’s voice, slightly gravelly, gruff, deep. He tried to collect the few words of Spanish he had picked up:

“Hola. Hai …. Ahm well, ahh…. pech … petrol con motocycleta on the strada. Ayudar, please?” He heard the man on the other side chuckle, then say:

“Alright, come on in, on the left side around the house, I am in the back.” The intercom snapped off, and the gate opened slightly, he could slip through, then it closed again.

The house was a relatively small bungalow with a garage underneath and a well maintained front garden. When going around the house on its left, Klaas saw some jerrycans and oil pans. Does this guy maybe have petrol here he could give me? he thought.

He rounded the corner of the house and looked over a large well maintained back garden with an enormous lawn. In front of a large terrace was an equally large swimming pool.

Its owner was standing next to two deck chairs in the middle of the terrace looking at him curiously. He visibly had been lying on the farther one of the recliners, as his towel, a book and a can of beer were still there. He was a tall, maybe 1.90, a mountain of a man with huge pectoral muscles, thigs and arms, end of his forties or early fifties, he looked as if he weightlifted regularly and radiated fitness and a raw vibrant energy. His slightly too long hair was black as was the generous body hair that covered his strong limbs and his deep-tanned skin. The man stepped forward and held out his hand, they shook. He looked curiously at Klaas and said:

“Hola, I did not quite understand what you wanted to say”. Klaas felt releaved to hear English. Sheepishly, he admitted:

“My Spanish is not very good”, the other man nodded while looking him all over, “I just arrived in Spain and didn’t have the time to learn.”

“And that is why you rang at my door?” to man grinned.

“No, no, I have a problem with my motorcycle, and as I did not have my phone with me, I thought I could maybe ….”

“What’s wrong with it?” said the man

“I don’t know, I suddenly stopped running, maybe petrol ….”

“Where is it now?”

“A couple of meters up your driveway, off the street ….”

“Good, good, out of harms way. I am John, by the way ….”

“Klaas. Sorry for invading your privacy …”

“Oh, don’t worry, I had time to put on some shorts” he laughed at Klaas’ surprised face, “I am here on my own, nobody sees me and it is warm, so why bother with clothes, right?” Klaas did not know what to say to that.

“Don’t worry, we’ll have a look at your bike in a minute, I have some tools here, we’ll get it running, no issue.” John looked up to the sun “Gosh, what a scorcher today, aye? You thirsty?”

It was only then that Klaas realized that he was totally parched and his tongue felt like an old leather strap.

“Thought so,” said the guy, “I’ll get you something to drink”. He was turning away, then looked back: “If you want to jump into the pool, be my guest.” With that he disappeared into the shade of the house.

Klaas looked at the pool. It looked deliciously cool. But he could not just jump in, could he? He did not know the guy. And he had no swimsuit.

In the end, the pool won. He dropped his dress shirt, the jeans and shoes and jumped into the water. Ahhhh, what a relief. Shortly afterwards, John was back with a cooler and a towel. When he saw Klaas in the pool, he said:

“Brilliant idea, I knew you’d jump in.” He grinned, liked what he saw: a young slender guy with very light skintone, blue eyes and tousled light-blonde hair, a trim body, clearly sporty. Well developed pecks and arms, probably legs and bum as well firm and pert, but they were under water, hard to tell. Sinewy, athletic physique, but in a light, small package. Nearly naked in the sun in his pool. Delicious.

“And if you dropped your pants, I can do so too”. He pushed down his boardshorts and stepped out of them, coming back onto the terrace stark naked. Klaas stared at him and mumbled:

“I have my underpants on” he said, blushing. John laughed

“Ah. You’ll have wet jeans later on, but hey! your choice.” While Klaas stared, John draped the towel over the second deck chair and busied himself with the cooler. Klaas could see that he was indeed tanned all over and except for between his legs, his whole body was covered with a sort of a thick black fuzz of hair, like a bear. Klaas grinned at that thought.

“That’s better” said John, grinning as well, “you already look less hassled” He took a swig from his beer. “Ok, we’ll have a look at your bike later, I have all the tools we might need including some petrol in the garage. And if all else fails, we can trailer your bike to …. ” he hesitated, tuzla escort “…. where did you say you are from?”

“Badalona” said Klaas from the pool.

“Badalona, ok” said John, “bit of a trot, but hey! No problem. So relax, have a drink, and then we go see. Or are you in a hurry?” Klaas looked at his watch, 13.45, not even two hours since he had left the office. “Wife or girlfriend waiting for you at home and getting worried?”

“Naa, just ditched her, and no, no hurry, nobody gets worried.”

“Excellent” said John, took a can from the cooler and walked over. “Have a drink, relax, and we’ll sort it out”. Klaas could not help it to see how his uncut dick slapped against his thighs as he walked. If possible, the meaty long dick was even darker tanned than the rest of John’s body. It looked heavy and chuncky even though it was only fluffed up, not fully stiff. The dark schlong slapping left and right against the thighs and the fuzz all over that huge muscled body looked surreal in the glaring light.

The older one squatted down next to the pool and handed him a beer. Klaas reached up and took it, but could not help noting the ballsack and penis hanging down between his muscled thighs. The balls large and heavy, the penis long and thick even though not fully hard. He was shaved all around his cock and balls, the rest of the body was very hairy.

John saw him staring and grinned.

“When you are sufficiently cooled down, come out, you can use the other deck chair.” He grinned a bit more. “And get rid of your underpants. Put them in the sun to dry, otherwise you look afterwards as if you had peed your pants.” He saw Klaas’ hesitant look. “I put on some shorts before because I didn’t know who you were, and the neighbours are a bit special about being nude. All those tourists on the coast, I suppose.” Klaas seemed to still hesitate. “I usually do not bother to put on anything. Nobody can see us here anyway, and even if…. ” John made a dismissive gesture, ” … who cares, this is my land, so …. ” Klaas still looked undecided. “But ok, just do as you feel, ….” He grinned, turned around and went back to his deck chair, lay down and seemed to doze.

Klaas took a sip … good local beer. He leaned back and tried to relax. What a bizarre situation, he thought. Me alone with a naked muscle bear of a man, in the middle of nowhere, drinking beer.

After a couple of minutes, he began to feel the freshness of the water. The air was hot, but the pool had not fully heated up yet. He stepped up the steps, thought about pulling his jeans on over the moist underpants and decided: ‘Why not, what should happen? He is right, relax.’ With that thought, he walked across the terrace, set down his beer next to the second recliner, and pushed down his briefs. He stepped out of them and wrung them out. John opened an eye, looked up at him, smiled. Klaas while wringing them out said:

“Sorry, I was a bit tense there. Thanks for the offer, it sounds great, and no, I am not in a hurry.” With that, he turned around, bent forward and laid out his undergarment on the hot concrete. When he turned back, he saw that John had not closed his eyes and had stared intently at his backside while he laid out his boxers. But instead of being embarrassed to be caught staring, he just smiled and lazily closed his eyes again. Klaas took another swig, lay down and enjoyed the hot sun on his skin.

He must have nodded off, because the next thing he knew was a big splashing sound. He opened his eyes and felt a bit whoozy when lifting his head. John had jumped into the pool and that had woken him up. The sun burned on his skin and a dive into the water seemed like a good idea. He struggled to his feet, but instead of jumping into the pool, he sat down at its edge and dangled his feet in. Ahhh, perfect …. His head began to clear again.

John was swimming laps now, powerful strokes, crawl first for 15 laps and then butterfly. “No wonder he is in good shape if he swims like that” thought Klaas. Finally, John swam over and sat in the shallow water just next to the younger man’s legs.

“So, how come that you get stranded here in the middle of the hills, with hardly any Spanish and no phone, and no one waits for your return?” He grinned at Klaas to take the sting out of the remark.

“I headed off from work in Barcelona, and forgot my mobile and cards because I was eager to ride”. John nodded. “And my colleagues would certainly wonder where I was if I didn’t show up tomorrow morning” The older man nodded.

“You been here long?” he then asked.

“A bit over two months, my company moved me here from Amsterdam. And you?”

“I am here for most of the year since 20 years, writing ….” He was quiet for a while. “England can be very depressing in autumn. Or in winter … or spring for that matter.” They both laughed.

“What are you writing?” Klaas asked.

“Crime novels, nothing too demanding. But it makes a living.” He made a göztepe escort wide gesture with his arm, as if to say: this is my domain. Klaas looked around. It definitely makes a decent living, he thought. “And the girlfriend did not come along with you?”

“Nah, ditched her before leaving Amsterdam”. They were silent for a while. “Miss her”. John gave him a half-smile:

“Miss HER, or miss IT?” Klaas laughed out loud.

“Yeah, ok, I miss IT. Big time. Her not so much, that’s true…”

There was a silence again.

“Funny, a young guy like you …. good looking … well built, single…. There should be plenty of ways of having fun in Barcelona. Don’t you go out?” the question was asked lazily, just a conversation between two men, killing time, but Klaas had a certain idea what John meant with “plenty of ways”. Barcelona had a lively gay scene, apart from all sorts of other interests that were catered for.

“Naah,” he finally replied lazily, “I was too busy with work”. John nodded at that.

“Shame …” John said after a while. He seemed to consider something, hesitated, then said “…. Damned shame. Would you like to try?” he looked at Klass directly and Klaas blushed, did not know what to say.

“Well, would you like to?” John insisted. Klaas felt flushed and stuttered:

“I don’t know …. I have never …. I am not ….” John stopped him with a gesture

“Shshshshsh. Don’t worry…,” he said as he slowly approached and laid a hand on Klaas’ thigh, ” …you’ll like it. And you can stop me anytime you like …. ” he rubbed slowly Klaas’ thigh and smiled his big smile “…and liking it does not make you gay”.

He rubbed his thigh a bit higher, then pushed slowly his knees apart and rubbed the young man’s thigh all the way up. Klaas closed his eyes and gasped. This felt so good after nearly three months without any action.

While he rubbed the inside of Klaas’ thighs, the bear stared intently at the young cock that was fluffing up. It was uncut, and not overly large if that could be assessed in its half-flaccid state. But it looked clean and juicy, very smooth, no veins or anything. Just a perfectly smooth young man’s dick. His mouth watered.

“Ahhh, he likes it” rumbled John’s deep voice. Klaas felt his ears burn with embarrassment as the blood shoot into his member. The hands on his thighs felt too good, his cock stiffened even more, it became hot and hard and stood out like a sawed-of tee branch. It had a big bulbous mushroom head that was now an angry dark read as it crept out from under the foreskin. He was mortally embarrassed as John’s hand caressed closer and closer to his stiff cock and then held it firmly, one hand around its root, the other weighing his contracted ball sack in his hand. The older man admired the rigid member for a few moments, slowly sliding his hand up and down the lengths of the hard shaft, then reached around Klaas’ back and pulled him closer to the edge of the pool. And then, slowly, he descended on the angry red head, his lips formed a circle around it …. and swallowed it.

Klaas groaned and thought he would explode there and then. He had gone to heaven. Ahhhh, this was too good! He moaned, lay back on the concrete and tried not to think, just enjoying the expert mouth sucking and licking his shaft and fondling is balls.

John enjoyed licking this young dick. It was hard and enthusiastic in his hand, uncut and he loved to play with it, slide his tongue under the foreskin. But now it was hard, the glans was out, the foreskin stretched back. He licked the darker red helmet, sucked it in again. Klaas shuddered. The skin was so fair, and his dick tasted good, hardly any body hair anywhere. The perfect twink.

John’s finger trailed along the edge of the ballsack down, tried to squeeze his ass, but could not get his hand underneath. He lifted Klaas’ left leg, the leg came out of the water, he pushed it forward upward, over Klaas’ body. “Hold it!” Obediently, Klaas pulled his upper thigh to his chest. John lifted his right leg as well, Klaas held it without being asked. John pushed with one hand Klaas’ dick and nutsack up and admired the new perspective.

The same cream-coloured skin, very smooth, hardly any hair. The ball sack slightly darker, its skin pulled tight by excitement and John’s hand. Underneath the skin lighter again, the protruding triangle of the perineum below the boy’s balls leading to brownish-pink folds around his sphincter. There was a darker line coming down the middle of his cock, over the scrotum and continued as a slightly elevated ridge until it disappeared in the pinkish hole. John let his hand slide over the uncovered purple helmet of Klaas’ cock. The folds around his backdoor twitched hard, he let his hands slide once more over the helmet. The whole perineum twitched in spasms … he caressed the triangle lightly, then pressed gently, released, and pressed gently again, then let his hands slide to the cheeks.

Perfect firm man cheeks, like apples, pink and firm to the touch, he squeezed them lightly, then leaned forward and licked over the balls, released the tension with his hand on Klaas’ dick and sucked on ball into his mouth, licked it gently, rolled it on his tongue, then the other one. And then he licked slowly lower and lower ….. he heard a surprised hiss and a sigh when his tongue reached the Dutch boy’s star.

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Today my wife and I hiked up and back on a two mile stretch of high park land in the center of the city. Seeing two sexy women and a man while hiking. My erotic mind’s eye told me a very sexy story about a delicious threesome we observed enjoying a perfect Sunday on the trail with us.

Let me share it with you.

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To Dahlia Jacobs a long walk in public was a safe first date, suggesting it to ‘Danny’ on Bumble who ‘was up for anything’. The nineteen year-old, fresh off a break-up and eager to start her adult life moving out of her Mom’s house, needed a relationship pallet cleanser.

Her best friend, co-worker and boss Angeline Collins insisted on going along stating, “We didn’t promote you just to have you abducted and murdered by some dude from a dating app.”

Dahlia and Angeline looked so similar they were told they could be related.

“Okay ‘Big Sister’,” Dahlia joked, her nickname for the older doppelgänger. “Just don’t get in my way if I like him…it’s been too long.”

“Ha!” Angeline responded, then reminded her young protege of her six month boyfriend. “Curtis would be upset if I tried anything.”

They were gorgeous, giving off a Barbie vibe with naturally blonde, long hair. Dahlia about 5’5″ and Angeline 5″7″, similar bust lines (around 34-36c cups), skinny waists with nice hips, great perky, dominant attitudes

Matching dresses were their thing, separately gobbling up the new Athletica releases the minute they hit the website and would go shopping the outlet malls together.

Angeline was the general manager was in her late 20s, had worked at “Spices” for 12 years. After getting a two year business degree after high school was immediately named assistant manager and two years after that, manager.

Angeline hired Dahlia to work the dish room. “Spices” really tried to develop young people into leadership positions and it was apparent soon that Dahlia was fearless. Five years later Angeline hired Dahlia to manage the front of the restaurant, offering it to her at her HS graduation party.

The meeting

“Danny?” Dahlia said, walking her 25 lb. English Bulldog Sonny up to the young man standing ‘by the bike rack’ like he had messaged. An animal also assures they can’t just abduct you, one reddit post said.

“Yes. Dahlia?” He asked back.

She was immediately smitten, running her fingers under her bangs, putting her long hair behind one ear. Danny was 6’3″, dark skin with both African-American and European vibes, athletic, but not bulky with a slight belly pressing against his t-shirt. There was an obvious ‘presence’ in his shorts, definitely wearing boxers.

“Danny…Angeline,” The older woman pushed through to him, a splitting image in the same black Athletica dresses hugging their curves nicely said. “Let’s walk up together.”

“Seriously?” Dahlia said, not surprised her ‘boss’ was going to check him out first, but she not going to lag behind. “Take the dog at least, and I’m going ahead of you.”

Dahlia took off in a slight jog, the cut of the dress showing her fine ass, the support in the top pressing her breasts tight, nipples hard now, a good view for Danny, and Angeline.

The trail wound back and forth up the hill, there were no trees and Dahlia looked back after a couple minutes of jogging two turns ahead. She saw the two were smiling, joking and exchanging glances. Sonny was being pokey and at one point Danny picked him and and carried him over a stepper stretch.

Dahlia was nervous watching Angeline set the stage, she seemed too into Danny, ‘warming him up’ she said her intent was before they headed for the park.

Dahlia was also nervous because it hadn’t been ‘too long’ – it hadn’t BEEN at all. The serious relationship that ended a month before graduation was with another woman, Tashia, and Dahlia liked guys just didn’t put up with their shit and had never been laid.

‘I’m not letting some oaf impregnate me until I say so’ she would tell her Mom.

“Oh, Danny!!” Angeline laughed, snapping Dahlia’s head back to them, Angeline’s hand on his shoulder, chuckling to something the young man said.

Dahlia began her jog again, the day was in the low 70s with a breeze, so it wouldn’t generate much sweat. She walked fast up to the top, passing all of the couples, the parents with kids and other animals. She heard Sonny bark at one point, slowing to a fast walk, arriving at the top dropping onto the bench, face in her hands looking out at the city.

She replayed meeting him, her stomach sank, still curious about the obvious girth in his shorts.

She played with young men her senior year, being 18 before the end of her junior year, she had an affinity for college guys. They would quickly grow weary of hand jobs and blow jobs, wanting to “feel her from the inside” the worst line she’d every heard among many.

Tashia and her played with toys, different sized dildos and vibrators, Dahlia just never feeling the ataşehir escort real thing. She both wanted it to happen, and didn’t.

“I’ll go over here,” Angeline said gesturing to the other bench with a wink, breaking Dahlia’s cock dream, setting Danny down beside her taking Sonny with her. “I’ll leave you to it..”

“Dahlia is such a beautiful name,” Danny said, her hand going to her shoulder, the summer athletic dress baring skin to her neck with a semi-racer back opening.

“Thanks…Danny. Is it short for Daniel?” she asked clumsily, looking down, seeing the outline of his limp cock in his shorts, revisiting his prowess in her head, trying to project it full and hard.

“Nope.” he said with weird delight. “That’s my Mom’s sense of humor right there.”

“Ah…parents…” Dahlia said clumsily, embarrassed now looking over at Angeline who was doing a terrible job of not paying attention to them.

“CeCe said you just moved out of the house,” Danny said, getting a curious look from Dahlia realizing her friend used an alias. “Are you looking forward to that freedom?”

“Ah…yahh,” she said a little snooty. “I’m glad you messaged me.”

“Bumble’s marketed as an aggressive website for women,” He started, his hand to her knee. “Your profile said you were into a lot of things.”

“Correct,” she said, her body leaning into the contact on several fronts. Then out of the blue, Danny took it next level.

“Are you two interested in a threesome?”

“No!” Dahlia responded standing up abruptly, the comment knocking her off her center.

“Funny, CeCe said you’d be into it,” he said.

“CeCe…sure, she WOULD ask that…ha ha, it’s kind of our test. What did you tell her?” Dahlia remembering she did do the threesome gag with one of Angeline’s prospective boyfriends a year ago to ‘test him’ so it was payback time.

“I told her it was up to you, I mean we just met,” He said, then looked up at Angeline and back at Dahlia. “When she brought it up, I mean, damn you two are smoking hot, why not? It’s cool though.”

“Tell you what,” Dahlia said. “Let’s turn it on her and say we’re down and play it like that all the way to the bottom.”

“I like that…” Danny said, taking her hand, looking into her eyes, feeling fingers inside of fingers squeezing. “For effect.”

He smelled great, Dahlia thought, gorgeous eyes looking into hers.

“I’m in!” Dahlia yelled up to Angeline, pulling up on his hand, her breasts pressing against his triceps, giving him just a peck of a kiss.

“Shut up, you’re so full of shit Little Sister,” Angeline yelled back, using her nickname.

“CeCe you didn’t say she was you sister, I mean I see it now,” Danny said quickly, truly believing they were siblings. “Hot!”

“Come on BIG Sissy…” Dahlia said in an over the top sexy pitched voice playing into the sibling thing. “Anything you can do I can do better…”

“Stop it,” Angeline (CeCe) said moving towards Danny.

“This is MY date,” Dahlia said hand still in Danny’s, pulling him away. It was almost an out of body experience seeing it happen as it happened in her mind. “Let’s go…”

Dahlia knew walking with Sonny, Angeline wouldn’t be able to keep pace. Danny played along, truly into both women, moving swiftly until they got a 50 ft. lead on the trail.

“So….what do you do?” Dahlia said to Danny, peaking back at Angeline, Sonny waddling, she was tugging at him to move faster.

“Do you two always compete like this?” Danny asked. “I’m in graduate school. Law school at the U of I.”

“Always,” Dahlia reply kinda of a lie, Angeline being her boss they were more like equals. Law school sounded good to Dahlia, figuring Angeline knew. “That’s impressive, what year?”

“I’ve got a couple years left,” Danny now looked back at Angeline, struggling with the dog. “She’s single too?”

“Who said I’m single?” Dahlia just adding doubt to the whole gambit, like writing non-fiction. She hadn’t really done the bar scene or was out looking for one night stands, but it felt fun. “I can’t believe you don’t have a girl or two on the hook.”

She flipped her hair, gave him a side look, her carnal being staring into his eyes and then to his crotch, holding her gaze there and back up.

“I might,” he admitted seeing her undress him with her eyes, imagining the cock that was outlined in his shorts. Danny was no stranger to quick pick ups, short relationships or cheating on his long term relationships. “And who said it had to be just girls?”

“Interesting…” Dahlia said running her tongue over her top lip and took his hand again pulling him quicker down the path. “You’ll have to ask Ang…CeCe about her dating status…or does it matter?”

“It does and doesn’t…” Danny said, interestingly honest, both in a semi-jog hand in hand passing families, others with dogs. He noticed how sculpted Dahlia’s legs were, her cheeks had muscle, her calves defined. “You work out a lot don’t you?”

“Yeah…” she didn’t pendik escort slow up, they could talk when they got to the bottom, she had an idea. Then looking up at him while they were moving. “And you don’t…”

“Not much anymore….school,” he said, though she could see by his legs he hadn’t done much but maybe run.

Angeline wasn’t half-way down when they made it to the shelter at the base of the trail. Dahlia’s eyes were crazed with desire, Danny felt it the way she held his hand, see it when she stared at him.

“In here,” she said, pulling him into the single space men/women bathrooms with locks. There was so much traffic on this trail that they did a decent job cleaning and she timed it so no one was in the hallway and pushed him into one.

“I have to see it first,” Dahlia said leaning her shoulders into his body, sliding both hands down the front of his shorts, pushing them and his boxers off his hips and they hit the floor.

He leant down and kissed her gently, moaning while her hands took the limp flesh into both hands, it quickly grow from her palms up her forearm. Fingers were on his balls and she could feel the foreskin slip down, uncircumcised the head did push up.

“Holy shit it’s big!” Dahlia said, it almost felt like she had cock all the way up to her elbows, her smile large beaming up to his face before lowering her face and descending.

“Ohhh, Dahlia,” Danny moaned, her lips sucking gently on the tip, her hands holding the shaft, she guessed 10+ inches, sliding the foreskin along the shaft with her hands, alternating one hand on his balls.

She put the couple inches she could in her mouth, sucking and it, tasting his precum, stroking, looking up at him. Danny’s eyes were closed, she saw the slight roundness of his torso and ran her hand up over his belly to get him to look at her. She smiled and licked down to the base and took his balls into her mouth, one at a time, then both, her hands stroking him.

She hadn’t had a cock in her mouth for almost a year, in fact it was the weekend after she turned 18 and her ‘boyfriend’ at the time forced the issue. This cock was at least four inches longer, and she was struggling to get more than a mouthful. She had determined she wanted to take Danny to her new apartment and Angeline should be almost to the bottom.

Sliding up his body she kept it in her hands, his hands found her face and they kissed, his lips covering hers, not too aggressive, not sloppy, a hint of tongue. She coaxed his out into her mouth, still stroking him.

“You want to go to my place?” she asked him, eyes wide and big, hardly believing what she was saying.

“More than anything,” Danny said, his tone, his softness, Dahlia had no fears about this stranger.

“Okay, so let’s get out of here and I’ll text you my address,” Dahlia said. “We’ll tell…CeCe…that we’re going to go out later.”

“Yeah, yeah…then it’s not a lie…it’s later as in minutes,” Danny said, Dahlia releasing his cock and he pulled up his shorts. “What’s your number?”

He texted her and she quickly texted her, his address, she leaving the bathroom first and Danny locking it again, waiting a couple minutes before coming out himself.

“What the fuck, girl!” Angeline said, Sonny drinking from the dog drinking fountain, a couple commenting on how slow his was.

“Who the fuck is CeCe?” Dahlia said, looking back seeing Danny emerge from the building. “Hey, trust me…he’s cool…we’re meeting up.”

“I know!” Angeline said, then heard the last part. “Wait? What? Right now?”

“Hey you two,” Danny said, the protrusion in his shorts still hanging around some and not lost on Angeline.

“Ummm…I see you two are getting along,” her eyes to his crotch, up to his face and then to Dahlia’s, Angeline held an expression of wonderment, seeing at least seven inches pressed against the fabric.

Dahlia felt like a fighter pilot getting information and having to process it at a high rate of speed, from deciding she wanted Danny’s cock in her mouth, to where, to how long they should stay in the bathroom, to inviting him to her place. Now she saw the longing look on Angeline’s face and her mind took a turn, and she leapt towards Angeline ear, resting her hand on her shoulder and began to whisper.

“My place in 60 minutes…walk in….”

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Dahlia’s first cock

Danny looked back into CeCe’s (Angeline) longing eyes, Dahlia pulling him away.

“You’ll have to drive me,” the hungry 19 year-old said approaching the parking lot, her hand sliding down rubbing his shorts, then diving into his lap as they climbed into the Lexus hybrid. She found the zipper and she was on his cock, head in his lap, before they exited the parking lot.

“Jesus Christ…ohhh….” Danny moaned, having put the address into his GPS. “Dahliaaaaahhhh…mmmmmm”

She was good at giving head, alternating ümraniye escort swirling her tongue around the protruding head, then pushing herself down on top, sucking. She lived only a few minutes away, coming up for air, leaning into him and stroking his cock.

“Don’t be alarmed about what I’m going to say next,” she said.

“Oh….kay?” he sounded tense.

“I’ve had things…just not…cock,” Dahlia said. “I’m technically a cock virgin…not…”

“Devices, dildos?” Danny asked, her hand stroking him slowly.

“Yes…” she said. “And I’m on the pill.”

“mmmm, baby….” Danny said pulling into the parking lot.

She was on the second floor, sprinting up the stairs, she unlocked the door and let him go in first.

“Sit down, Sir…” She said playfully, Danny moving to the couch with a grin, his cock in his zipped up shorts. “But please do remove you clothes.”

Danny stepped out of his shorts and boxers and tossed his t-shirt on the floor. His skin was smooth, dark, his cock mostly hard, his hand went to it and rubbed himself looking at Dahlia standing in the middle of her living room.

“Mmmm, you are delicious,” she said then licking her top tip, bottom lip and started swaying to imaginary music, closing her eyes. Her hands moved to the bottom of her dress, crossing her hands over and quickly pulling upwards, over her head and she tossed it on his pile of clothes.

“Gorgeous,” he said, looking at her firm, creamy, breasts, hanging perfectly, bouncing with her movement. Still in her panties, small, pink with white lace.

Dahlia was never one to put something off, she moved to him, placing her hands on his shoulders, looking down at this cock growing faster, then turning to him, presenting her ass. He moved his hands to her panties and peeled them down, letting them slide, she moved and the fell, stepping out. His hands were on each hip, then sliding down below, she leant back, squatting some.

Danny inched forward, his cock straight up, her head turned, hair falling over her cheek, shaking it out of her face, lowering, lowering. Her pussy was inches over his cock, her balance was perfect, hovering her wet cunt above him. She shifted her head so she could see between her legs, watching her rest pussy lips on the tip.

“Mmmm….I’m ready,” she said and started letting her weight push down on his cock, sliding a couple inches inside. “OHhhh…Dannny….Ohhhh!”

Danny pulled back on her hips, she slid down, wet from anticipation and sucking his cock in the car, his dick wasn’t as thick as the dildo Tashia used on her.

“OHHHH GOD!!! OHHHH DANNY!!!!!” she exclaimed, her pussy taking him, the warmth of his flesh SO much better than the toys. “FUCK ME DANNY!!! OH YESSS! YESSSSSSS!”

She orgasmed for the first time on a man’s cock, wet but not overly, she pulled up and slid back down, repeating, looking back between her legs it unbelievable to she was taking him.

“OHHH! YES! OHHHH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!!!!” she exclaimed.

Danny pushed forward, cupping her breasts, moving behind her on the floor, staying deep in her pussy. She fell to her arms, staying on her knees and he slid his hands back and began to pull at her hips kneeling.

“OHH! OHHH! OHH! OH! OHHHH! OH! OH!” Danny bounced balls deep, thighs slapping her ass, the rhythm kept going, giving him her first ride, she crawl up to her hands looking back, mouth wide open. “AHhh! OH! AH!!!! AHHH!! MMMmmm..OH GOD AGAIN! YESSSS!”

He pulled his cock out, the suction popping and he pressed his mouth to her cunt, juices coating his shaft, he lapped at the wetness between her legs. His mouth covering it thrusting his tongue inside. Dahlia pushed back into him, riding his face now, grinding, turning.

“Ohhhh Baby, Mmmmm Yes….ohhhhh” Dahlia cooed and moaned, her body quivering from her orgasms.

“Holy Shit!” Angeline’s voice let out, walking in as instructed, the dog now barking.

“Put him out baaaahhhhcccckk….ohhhh Dannny!” Dahlia instructed. “Then get your ass back in here.”

The young man didn’t flinch, instead he guided his tongue up her taint to her tiny hole and sucked mightily on it’s concentric circle.

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Let the threesome begin

“Oh JESUS! FUCK!” she exclaimed, which got Angeline to rush back into the room, it sounded like Dahlia was almost in distress.

“I…I…I’ll just go,” Angeline said, her hand on the knob of the door.

“Stop, please,” Dahlia said sliding back from Danny’s face, covered with her climax juices. “I need some help.”

Dahlia turned her body, still looking at Angeline, and open handed pointed to Danny’s crotch and the large cock hard and sticking out.

“Holy shit!” Angeline said, moving swiftly past Dahlia who was kneeling. Angeline knelt herself and like see was in church, both hands reached and felt the hard, long cylinder of flesh.

“Ohhhh CeCe…” Danny moaned, thinking Dahlia’s sister was now holding his cock.

Dahlia didn’t hesitate either, still on the floor, moving behind ‘CeCe’ (We will use CeCe from here until Danny leaves), fingers curling under the edge of her dress and pulling it over her body, hands off his cock, clearing her head and arms. Dahlia’s arms held her ‘sister’, cupping her breasts, definitely bigger than hers, kissing her neck.

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Amy decided she would take a cab to the reunion just in case she decided to imbibe in alcohol or smoke some “green meds”. The cab came quickly, and Amy sat in the back seat. It was a beautiful evening for a 25-year reunion. As Amy sat in the backseat of the cab staring out the window, her mind began to wander again, and the flashbacks returned.

It was the day of the prom and Amy had no idea how to feel about it. The incident in Mr. Bernard’s car still danced in her mind. She was not sure if she felt good or bad about what happened. Amy knew that she came when Mr. Bernard fingered her. She knew that she enjoyed the feeling of cumming as hard as she did when Mr. Bernard violated her with his fingers. But Amy also felt aroused by the memory of Mr. Bernard making her cum. She masturbated about it before bed ever since it happened. Will Mr. Bernard be at the prom? A part of her hoped he would be. She wondered if he would take her into his car and make her cum again. Amy did not have a date for the prom and was going on her own.

Amy wore a very nice silver sleeveless dress and high open-toe silver heeled shoes. Amy did her own make-up and hair and took a cab to the prom that evening. The prom took place at a high-end golf club. There was a huge tent, lots of tables and a dance floor. The music was already blaring through the large speakers as the DJ worked to turntable. Amy sat at a table and looked around. The other seniors were socializing with each other. Amy wasn’t very sociable. She was more introverted, so it wasn’t a surprise to her that she was sitting alone at a table during prom. As Amy looked off into the distance she heard a familiar voice.

“Is this table taken?”

Amy looked up to find that Mr. Bernard was smiling at her. Amy shook her head “no”, and Mr. Bernard sat next to her.

“How are you enjoying prom?” Mr. Bernard asked.

“It’s OK, I guess. Its not like I have a date or anything,” Amy answered then realizing how negative her tone was.

“It doesn’t sound like you’re having a very good time, “he replied, putting his hand on hers.

Amy looked at his hand on hers and wanted to pull it away, but as soon as she tried, Mr. Bernard’s hand tightened on hers preventing her from doing so. Amy looked at him confused.

Mr. Bernard smiled slightly kadıköy escort at her.

“Would you like to go for a walk?” He asked.

“Yes,” Amy said, a little too enthusiastic.

Mr. Bernard took Amy’s hand, and they walked away from the table together. Since the prom was outdoors, it gave the prom patrons freedom to walk around the golf course. As Amy and Mr. Bernard walked further away from the prom festivities, Amy felt Mr. Bernard’s hand rest on her waist. The way his hand gripped her hip was as if he owned her. The further away they walked from the prom, the braver Mr. Bernard became with how he touched Amy. They stopped in a secluded area where no one was, and Mr. Bernard stood behind Amy with his hands on her hips. He pulled Amy close, and she could feel the bulge in his pants. Then Mr. Bernard kissed her neck.

“I’ve been thinking about you since the car,” Mr. Bernard whispered into Amy’s ear, nibbling on her earlobe.

Amy pulled away from him.

“I don’t know about this,” she said nervously.

“Don’t know about what?” Mr. Bernard asked as he grabbed her hand pulling her close to him again.

“This. This is inappropriate. I’m a high school student and you’re my teacher. This can’t be right,” Amy said.

“If it was wrong, why didn’t you stop me that night in the car?” He asked.

Amy didn’t answer at first. She was scared that she might give away how much she enjoyed his fingers in her. The orgasms were incredible.

Before Amy could answer, Mr. Bernard turned her around, took her face in his hands and kissed her passionately. This kiss did not feel dirty. It didn’t feel like she was being violated or assaulted. It felt like they were the only two people on the planet. Amy pulled away from him again, but this time she looked into his eyes.

“Have you ever been with an older man?” He asked her gently.

Amy shook her head “no”.

“I haven’t been with anyone at all,” she replied embarrassed.

Mr. Bernard stroked her hair and held her close.

“I promise to be gentle,” he cooed as he kissed her forehead.

“I don’t know if I want this, Mr. Bernard.”

Amy was scared, but also turned on by the kiss he gave her. Her body was telling her that she was enjoying this kartal escort even though it was confusing to her. Mr. Bernard lifted her dress and put his hand on her panties, feeling the wet spot on her crotch.

“It feels like you want this,” he said in a seductive voice.

He began massaging her pussy through her panties with the palm of his hand and she became even wetter. Her breathing was becoming heavy and quick as he continued to massage her pussy. She felt her hips move trying to ride the palm of his hand. Mr. Bernard noticed this as well and moved his hand from her crotch and pushed her down to the ground. Mr. Bernard lifted her dress and kissed her stomach. Amy felt her body shutter as goosebumps appeared on her skin. Mr. Bernard then laid on top of Amy kissing her neck, lips, caressing her breasts. He pulled down her dress and unclipped her pushup bra setting Amy’s breasts free, her pink nipples hard as pebbles. Mr. Bernard kissed her breasts and sucked her nipples. Amy gasped as Mr. Bernard’s tongue licked her nipples. Her hips were bucking against his. Mr. Bernard gave a small laugh as he pulled off Amy’s panties, her pussy was shaved and glistening with horny lubrication. Mr. Bernard’s lips kissed Amy’s pussy, and she felt her pussy quiver. His tongue probed her pussy as Amy whimpered unable to control the sounds coming from her mouth.

Mr. Bernard sucked on Amy’s clit resulting in Amy bucking her hips against his face. Her vagina was open and ready to receive him. Mr. Bernard undid his pants pulling out his erect cock. It wasn’t as big as Amy thought it was, but it was very girthy. Mr. Bernard then teased Amy’s pussy by only pushing the head of his cock into the tip of her pussy. He could feel the muscles in Amy’s pussy grasp onto the head of his cock. He kissed her, pushing his tongue in her mouth and she kissed him back. Then Mr. Bernard thrust his cock into her virgin pussy, and she yelped. His girthy dick was stretching her pussy muscles. She was tight around his cock and Mr. Bernard was gentle and careful with how he fucked her. Amy felt a sharp pain and clenched her teeth until the pain went away. Then she was met with pleasure as Mr. Bernard continued to thrust into her. He was breathing hard as he did maltepe escort this, grunting. Mr. Bernard was in a position where he was able to rub Amy’s clit when he thrust into her. Amy started moaning loudly as she could not help herself.

“You want this,” Mr. Bernard said as he continued to fuck Amy’s pussy.

Amy felt her clit start to get hard and engorged.

“Tell me you want this,” Mr. Bernard demanded, his voice breathy and assertive.

“Yes. YES!” Amy moaned, her hips thrusting in time with Mr. Bernard’s.

“You are a loyal little slut,” he whispered as he started to fuck her harder, making sure he was hitting her clit just right.

Amy’s moans became louder. Why did Mr. Bernard call her a slut? Why did it turn her on so much?

Mr. Bernard was getting aggressive as he fucked Amy harder, squeezing her breasts.

Amy looked up at the night sky as Mr. Bernard fucked her. The sky was clear enough to see the stars. She suddenly felt a wave of emotion come over her, and tears started to flow from her eyes. She was confused about her feelings for Mr. Bernard and what he was doing to her. The pleasure was hard to describe as it was so good that Amy’s legs spread even wider for him. Why was she doing this? Wasn’t this considered an assault? Wasn’t this so unethical because Mr. Bernard is still her teacher? Amy may have been 18 and considered an adult, but what Mr. Bernard was doing would probably get him fired. Then she felt Mr. Bernard bite her nipple in a way that felt both painful and good that her pussy started to quiver and clench. She was going to cum.

Mr. Bernard was thrusting harder.

“You’re going to cum, aren’t you?” he asked breathlessly.

All Amy could do was moan in response. Her moans started reaching a higher pitch as she drew closer to climaxing. She was on the edge and knew she would lose control.

“Yeah, you’re going to cum.”

The orgasm was explosive. Liquid was running down her thighs as Amy screamed, her mouth open in the “O” shape. Mr. Bernard was going to cum, too. His grunts became cries as they, too, reached a high pitch. He pulled out of her right before he came and jerked his cock off, cumming all over Amy’s breasts. Mr. Bernard’s teeth were clenched, and his lips were tight as he came hard onto Amy’s breasts. He collapsed onto Amy, his head on her stomach and they laid there for another 45 minutes.

“Mam, mam, we’re at the school,” the cab driver said.

Amy snapped out of her flashback. The memory she had was more arousing than she thought as her pussy was damp. She paid the cab driver and stepped out of the car.

To Be Continued…

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“Are you serious!?”

Jenn literally could not believe what she had just heard. She was seated on the bed across from her boyfriend Tyler. They had been at a party thrown by her best friend April when Tyler asked to speak with her alone. After getting permission from April to use her room, Tyler then proceeding to recite an obviously prepared little speech. It was so ludicrous, that after wondering how Tyler could be so stupid, she had to pause briefly to wonder if she was actually stupid to believe he said what she thinks he said. Beyond the reassessments of both their intelligences, Jenn was starting to get very, very angry.

“You’re breaking up with me. You are breaking up with me because I am too tempting.” Jenn thought she had made a number of compromises in their relationship. She wasn’t particularly religious but respected that Tyler and his family were. She thought it sweet that he was a bit shy and that he went out of his way to protect her reputation and “virtue”. It could be frustrating that whenever they started to stray any further than kissing that he would stop and apologize. She put up with it because she genuinely kadıköy escort enjoyed his company and in all other ways he treated her well. Over the last year she spent more of her waking hours with his family than her own. Sure, he was old fashioned but she had begun really seeing a future with him. This is why his declaration had stunned her.

Tyler was getting ready to serve as a missionary for his church. He would be gone for two years, and we had talked about it many times. I had planned to not necessarily wait for him, but we had planned to write each other and after he got home, well we would see what happened, you know? No pressure but we liked each other so why close any doors? That was the plan until he had a long talk with his parents. They were “concerned” that having such a pretty girlfriend would persuade him into following her off to college early. The right thing to do was to break things off now. Jenn was seething.

For a year she been a good little church girl for a religion she wasn’t even a part of. She helped Tyler maintain the moral standard he needed to kartal escort even be allowed to serve a mission. She had behaved exactly the way they wanted and the family she had Sunday dinner with every week thought she was a whore that was going to lead their boy astray. If that is what they want, so be it.

Jenn stood up suddenly and Tyler joined her taking her hand blubbering some apology that she couldn’t hear over the blood rushing in her ears. Pulling her hand away, she took a step back and faced him. She knew she was pretty. A tall, thin athlete’s body. Firm, large breasts ad a tight ass. Long, straight blond hair and bright green eyes. She stared Tyler in the eyes as she first pulled her hair in a pony tail and then pulled her dress over her head. She maintained eye contact as she hooked her thumbs in her panties and slid them off her waist. She didn’t have to be naked for what she had in mind but it would make him more “pliant”. Tyler was saying something incoherent but she told him to shut the fuck up. She doubted he even noticed that she grabbed her phone from the bed before maltepe escort kneeling in front of him. He put up some mild but wholly ineffective resistance as she undid his jeans. Once she had her hand around his cock he went as still as a statue. Still saying something but Jenn just ignored him. Stroked his cock slowly and kissed the shaft. She jerked him off slowly then sped up and backed off again and again. If he came close to cumming she would stop and squeeze his cock tight to stop him before starting again.

When Tyler finally felt her lips around his cock he gasped and screwed his eyes shut. Jenn took the opportunity to pick up the phone next to her and took a quick video of her face bobbing back and forth on Tyler and then Tyler’s lost face. Setting the phone down she was determined to give this asshole the best moment in his entire life. She pinched him hard to get his attention and once she had it squeezed his balls and fucked her own throat with his cock. It took only seconds before hot cum was filling her mouth. She held it in her mouth, stood, and kissed him hard, forcing the cum in his mouth. She kissed until he had no choice but to swallow. Once he had, she broke away and quickly dressed and grabbed her phone. He was silent at first as she typed a text, attached a video, and hit send.

“Jenn…”

“I told you to shut the fuck up.” As she walked to the door, Tyler’s ring tone began to sound. “Answer it. You parents want to talk to you.”

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