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*Story takes place in primarily from Thursday May 24-Tuesday May 29, 2018.

As it is just before dawn in Yellow Springs, Ohio a white Benz SUV sits parked in the drive of a ranch style house built in the ’70s, Abeni Gregory wakes up in her friend’s bed, she hears water running, and rises throws on her robe, and exits the room, she smells breakfast cooking as Jason Hamilton, her friend walks out of the bathroom, she notices the blanket that Jason folded, after sleeping on the couch.

Jason says as he gathers up his camera equipment “Good morning, how’d you sleep?”

Abeni yawning, yet excited “Too early, to tell.”

Jason says, “Why don’t take a hot shower, while I finish making breakfast.”

Abeni goes in the bathroom and starts the water running for her shower.

Abeni Gregory is medium brown, a little over 5’5′, her hair is a close crop which matches her small round face, she is 40, born in Martinique to a very prominent, and wealthy family, and has a slight Parisian accent.

As she undresses, she reveals her perfect petite breasts, her trimmed pussy, and flawless body, as she steps into the shower.

As Abeni is in the shower, she remembers when she moved to Ohio 15 years ago, where she first met Jason at a photography seminar.

Jason Hamilton is an olive skin complexation, short brown hair, 42, and was born and raised in Yellow Springs Ohio, and is a photographer, and owner of photography publication.

He was raised by his mother, and grandmother who owned a successful dairy farm, his mother remarried, and was widowed 2 years later when Jason was 12, she died when he was 20, leaving huge debts.

After her shower, she walks to the table for breakfast, as he brings out a case of bottled water, and puts it in the car, and he joins her for breakfast.

As they leave, she checks and locks her car, which is parked in front of the SUV.

Abeni yawns a little as he backs out of the driveway, he asks her “You tired?”

Abeni laughs a little and responds, “I can’t believe we’re camping and seeing my aunt.” as he puts on some vintage French jazz music from the ’40s.

Jason says, “I hope the music doesn’t make you more tired?”

Abeni laughs a little “I was born in Martinique, but lived either there, or Nice.”

Jason remarks “We should be somewhere in Kentucky by late afternoon.”

Abeni smiles “You know it’s funny you know everything about me, but I don’t anything about you.”

Jason replies softly “My life is filled with so much violence, and unhappiness.”

Abeni touches his arm “You deserve to be loved, and have some happiness, don’t you think?”

“I can’t really see why anyone would want to love me, and I’ve given up on being happy.” as he enters the freeway going toward Kentucky.

Abeni comforts him by gently rubbing his arm “Don’t you want to experience the joy of being in love?”

Jason sighs “How can I miss something, that I don’t even know what it feels like?”

Lost for words, Abeni remains silent as they continue to drive.

Abeni finally breaking the silence “Okay, I know that you were raised on a farm, your mother died, and you’re a photographer.” continues “But there has to be more, about you.”

Jason says, “My great aunt was admitted in Athens Asylum here in Ohio, while my uncle was admitted in another Asylum in Pennsylvania.”

Abeni becoming curious asks, “Why were they admitted?”

Jason says, “My grandmother went through the change of life, while my uncle had a nervous breakdown when his wife died.” he sighs with painful emotion “My family didn’t exactly know what to do, so they sort of washed their hands, and through them into the Asylums so they didn’t have to deal with it.”

Abeni says, “So what you’re saying is they didn’t belong there?”

Jason answers “No, they were just thrown away like garbage, that’s why I don’t like talking about my family, or life.” as he exits the freeway “It just brings everyone down.”

Abeni softly says, “But it helps when you talk about it with someone you trust.”

Jason says, “I guess it does, but it’s just too heavy to lay it on someone.”

Abeni asks, “You never experienced, or been in love, have you?”

Jason sighs, “I guess my work doesn’t leave any time, for that.”

Abeni says, “Thats not true, you’ve allowed that to happen.”

Jason asks, “Okay, when did you last experience love?”

Abeni laughs a little, but looks down “Back home in Martinique, some 20 years ago.”

Jason says, “So your like me, you have limited experience with relationships.

Abeni smiles, as they continue driving.

About 4 pm they reach the campground just before the Tennessee border and they begin unpacking the car.

As the tent was put up, and they finish an early dinner, she says, “You know any woman is a damn idiot if they don’t see the wonderful qualities you have.” she takes his hand and says, “When I get back home, I’m going to take you on your first date.”

Jason says, “Why would a beautiful woman like you, want with someone as dumb as I şerifali escort am?”

Abeni says, “Thats because I see the beauty within you.”

Jason asks, “But others can offer you so much more.”

Abeni says, “In the 15 years that I’ve lived in this country, you’re the only one who hasn’t judged, or only wanted a piece of ass from me, you treated me with respect, and dignity.”

Abeni changes the subject as he’s checking out his camera “You going to walk by the lake?”

Jason says, “Sure, we can keep each other company.”

Abeni says, “I’ll just take some water, and bring the tablet.”

Jason says, “We won’t be gone long, I just want to know the weather conditions there are.”

As dusk has set in, and are getting ready to walk back to the camp, she asks, “How about a night swim?

Jason says, “We don’t have any swimming suits.”

Abeni giggles, “We can skinny dip, who’s out here to see us?” Jason looks around, and hides behind some trees, as he undresses, she begins undressing herself.

As they both walk toward the lake holding hands, Abeni says, “This is really nice, you know getting to know each other better.” she takes her hand and touches his naked ass.

They swim a little, as she playfully touches his penis, and rubs his foreskin a little, as he has a shocked expression.

After playing and innocently flirting in the water, they see a lightning bolt in the horizon, so they swim to the shore.

While still naked, Abeni says, “Why don’t we take a picture?”

Jason asks rather shocked “Like this?”

Abeni laughs as she connects the digital camera to the tripod, “You are precious, I mean here we are naked, and went skinny dipping.”

The two-stand close together with their arms around each other, as the shutter on the camera opens and closes.

As the two get dressed they smell the approaching storm, and they begin walking back to the camp site, he feels that he needs to pee. “I uh have to pee.” as he faces a tree, as she sighs a little and says, “I guess I should go too, before we go to bed.”, he takes out his semi erect penis, and pulls back the foreskin, as she bends down with her pants at her ankles.

She sees the pee coming out of his cock, as she begins to pee, she gazes at his cock, as he finishes peeing, and puts his member away.

As they continue walking toward the camp he reveals, “You know the one thing I always wanted was to have a nice massage, or even a foot massage, but always felt disgusting about it.”

Abeni pauses for a moment and asks, “Do you know what Alvino philia is?”

Jason says, “It’s a Navel fetish.”

Abeni says, “Oh my God, you know what that is, I’m so embarrassed, but I got to be honest, when my bellybutton is touched, it just does something to my pussy.” she pauses and holds his hand as she continues, “Now baby there is nothing wrong with you wanting to have a foot massage, or even having a foot fetish, just like there’s nothing wrong with having a bellybutton fetish.” she tenderly kisses his cheek, and they continue walking.

At the camp site, as they climb in the tent, she takes her shirt off, revealing her small unblemished breasts, as he takes his top off.

The two pull their jeans off in the sleeping bags, she kisses him on the cheek saying “Goodnight.” and turns off the small battery lantern.

About 3am She hears Jason softly moan, or cry. Without saying a word, she slips into his sleeping bag from behind him, and puts her arm around him.

She softly whispers in his ear “It’s okay, let it out baby.” as she slowly begins to massage his penis, his moaning ceases as he seems to go to sleep.

As the morning comes, the two are packing up their gear after going for a morning swim.

“I wouldn’t mind another night, if you want more pictures.” as Abeni rolls up the sleeping bags.

Jason says “No, I can get some shots on my way back home.”

They continue packing their gear up.

An hour later the two are sitting on a hill that overlooks the picturesque setting, Jason says “There’s a song that talks about two people who are in love returning to the hill years after they first met and sat on the hill before.”

Abeni says, “You’re talking about “A lover’s concerto” by The Toys.”

Jason says, “That’s how I see us, you and me.” as he takes her hand.

The two lay on the hill in silence holding hands, as they gaze into the moving clouds.

As they finish packing up the car, she sees how pale and tired he looks, she asks as they shut the trunk of the car, “You don’t look well, would you like me to drive?”, he says nothing, but hands her the keys, as he walks to the passenger side of the car, she starts the car, and they continue driving toward Mississippi.

They get off an exit about noon, to get gas, he seems to have fallen asleep in the car, she continues to drive.

A police car drives alongside them as the officer driving says, “Do you see that, now what the hell is she driving a hundred-thousand-dollar car, kavacık escort run the plates.” as he pulls behind the SUV, and blows the siren and lights, she pulls the car over.

As she gets her information, Jason stirs, and sees the officer coming to her side of the car, he gets the other information from the glovebox.

The officer gets to the back door of the car and tells her to get out of the car.

As she gets out of the car, the other officer walks to Jason and collects his information, and asks him “Is everything okay?”

Abeni becomes anxious as she says, “I’ve already told you my friend wasn’t feeling well, so I was driving for him.”

Officer says sternly, “You better start telling the truth, what the hell are you doing out here?”

The other officer comes up from behind and says, “They’re clean, everything checks out.”

Both officers walk back to the car, as Abeni, and Jason get into the car, as Abeni shakes in the car, she says loudly with a stronger accent “I’m sick of this fucking shit, why can’t they leave us the fuck alone?”

Jason holds her hand and says, “Don’t let those bastards win, I can only imagine how you feel.”

Abeni says sweetly, and yet defensibly “I appreciate what you’re trying to say.”, he takes out his wallet and pulls out a small picture, and hands it to her, she sees his him, his mother, and father which was taken years before, she notices that his father was black.

Jason says, “His name was Keith, he was the only father I ever knew, now I may not know exactly what you go through, I do know though that anytime we were ever together we were treated like we were beneath everyone; you know like shit.”

Abeni softens and says, “Jesus I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

Jason says, “It’s cool, just as long as we know that we love each other no matter what some bastard may say or do.”

Abeni smiles “Yes baby, we do love each other, no matter what others say.”

They pull into a gas station, and as he pays for the gas, he buys two Sweet Teas, and a bag of chips.

Standing next to her as she is filling the car he gives her a Sweet Tea, she says “It’s hot today.”

She sees his color has never returned that day, so asks “We both a little tired, how about we stop here for the day, and start off tomorrow morning?”

He leans against the car with his eyes shut, she continues by asking him, “Baby, are you cool?”

Jason sighs and says, “I get these blackouts every now and then.”

As they get in the car, she says “There’s a nice hotel I passed by, where we are stopping for the night.” as she takes a couple of chips from the bag.

They are escorted to their room on the second floor of the hotel, the woman turns on the A/C and shows them the bathroom, and closet space, Abeni tips her as the woman leaves the room.

As Jason is laying on the bed, Abeni says “I’m going to take a shower, while you rest up a little.”

Jason stirs and smiles as he says, “Would you like company?”

She smiles back, walks toward him, kisses his lips, as she flirtingly takes his hand and guides him into the bathroom.

They enjoy helping each other undress as they explore one another’s bodies, then get into the shower.

She smiles as she notices his semi erect cock, she gently pulls the foreskin back.

As the water hits her body, Jason takes a sponge with shower gel and washes her breasts and stomach, as he moves toward her pubic area.

Afterwards, she takes the sponge and washes his stomach, navel, and teases his cock and foreskin, as she has a playful look in her eyes.

After rinsing off, they pad each other dry with the heated towels.

The two wearing white robes while he’s holding her in his arms.

Jason says, “I never felt like this about anyone before, my life is complete, now that I have, and love you in my life.

Abeni takes his hand and sighs “It seems I waited forever, for this day, and now it’s here.”

Jason leans down and passionately kisses her, and their tongues seem to dance in their mouths.

About six that night they go out to a popular barbecue restaurant on Beale Street.

Jason says, “They sometimes serve their chicken to celebrities, and famous.”

Abeni smiles “Really, uh you seem to know the right places to go.”

Jason says, “A few years ago I traveled the country where I wrote and photographed a book of the scariest places or deadliest in each state.”

Abeni says, “Sounds interesting.”

Jason says, “There’s a lot of sleepless nights I still have.”

Abeni asks, “What were the scariest places?”

Jason says, “Indiana, Louisiana, and Tennessee I think had the most bone chilling places, some dealt with murders, unexplained phenomena, or deaths.”

Abeni smiles “What’s your next project?”

Jason says, “I’m going to visit some of the most famous caves, and write about the history, and of course the fabulous pictures.”

Abeni says, “Oh you mean spelunking, cave exploring.”

Jason says, “Yeah spelunking, caddebostan escort it’s much more detail though.” he says as he takes a drink of water.

As they walk back to their car, they listen to some live blues music musicians play along the street, they walk by a police officer standing by her horse, on the corner of the street.

Abeni asks, “Excuse officer can I touch your horse?”

The officer smiles and says, “Sure.” as Abeni reach’s out and gently rubs the horse’s mane, and they continue walking to their car.

Driving back to the hotel, it begins to lightly rain, and they run, trying to miss the raindrops.

As they get in their room, Jason says, “Maybe if I take a hot shower, my back will stop hurting.” as he goes into the bathroom and, takes a shower.

As he walks back into the room from his shower, he notices that the room smells of lavender, and other soothing scents.

Abeni asks, “Why don’t you lay down on the bed?” he sits up on the bed, where she gently begins massaging his feet with the calming scented oils, or lotions.

He has a relaxed, and contented expression as she lovingly continues to rub his feet.

A short time later, he has fallen asleep, and wakes up as she is taking a hot bath, he rises up, and puts two towels on the bed, as he looks over the lotions and oils.

On her return to bed, he asks her to lay on the towels, as she lays down, he opens her robe and gazes for a moment at her flawless body, he says, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” she leans up and kisses him passionately.

He begins to move down her body, tenderly kissing her breasts, and nipples.

He moves down from her upper stomach toward her navel, as he reaches her navel, he lightly blows around the navel, followed by lightly tracing her navel with her fingers.

Abeni is in complete ecstasy as she gently pushes his head into her, she softly moans with her eyes closed.

Jason lightly licks the outer area of her navel as her head moves from side to side with excitement, as he continues teasing her navel with his mouth, she arches her back up, with a stifled scream, she has a pulsing and electrifying orgasm.

Still breathless, as her heart slows down, she says, “Jesus Christ where did you learn to do that?”

Jason says, “I took a few seminars and some research in how to massage and pleasure your lover.”

Abeni joyfully says “Well, I can tell you it worked, I never came so hard in my life.”

Jason says, “I was a little nervous, I mean I wanted you to feel pleasure, and loved like I do.”

Abeni rises up, and he lays on his back, she kisses him, and opens his robe, revealing his bare chest, and boxers, she smiles shyly as she moves down to his boxers, gently pulling them down, revealing his 5-inch growing erection, she starts massaging it, occasionally blowing on his cock as she gently pulls back the foreskin exposing the entire head, or crown.

Never experiencing this pleasure to this degree he sighs in complete pleasure,

she slips his member into her mouth, her tongue seems to go between the foreskin, and the shaft of the penis, as one hand concentrates on massaging his cock, she holds his hand with the other hand.

Her eyes lovingly gaze into his eyes as she begins a slight bobbing motion, while Jason gently pushes her head toward his cock, as she removes his cock smiling saying, “You like that baby?” and puts it back in her mouth, as he has a look of complete pleasure.

She senses his orgasm and takes his whole cock in her mouth, when he erupts in a

stream of cum shoots into her mouth.

She continues having him in her mouth, until his semi erect penis slips out of her mouth, he pulls her up to him and kisses her passionately.

He lays back on his back as she massages his cock to a 7-in erection, and slowly puts his cock into her receptive pussy.

She pauses to get used to his member, saying “God this feels so good, no baby it’s okay, let me get used to it.” as she puts him further into her.

As she slowly rides him, her smile shows absolute pleasure as she her eyes seem to roll to the top of her head.

She takes hold of his hand and holds it as they continue making love.

As his hand is on her bare thigh, she begins to moan, which turns in, to softly crying, and then stifled screams, as she rides him faster.

As she goes down on him, she has a screaming explosive orgasm which causes his cock to slip out of her, she struggles to put it back in and continues to make love.

As she is making love laying on her side, he stays motionless inside her, as he moans in pleasure.

Laying on their sides holding each other tight she says, “Let us grow old together, as we live each day in springtime.”

Jason says, “That is so beautiful living each day in springtime.”

Abeni says, “I now understand that part of the song “Lovin’ You” more than ever before.”

Jason kisses her bare shoulder as they snuggle closer together.

Abeni wakes up and notices Jason sitting in a chair by the balcony, with a manilla folder on the table, she rises up and sits next to him.

Abeni takes his hand and asks, “What’s wrong baby?”

Jason says weakly “I want you to know, that I love you more than any other man could ever love you.” she smiles as he continues “I wanted you to know that, if anything ever happens to me.”

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Note from Lady: This story tops out over 21K words. I tried and tried to keep it to 15K but was just rushing it and not enough detail. I hope you like Thorin and Margaret’s story and the drama this part brings to the table. More to come. ~Lady xoxoxo

Thorin

We were nearing the end of the second week that Margaret had been with me in the San Francisco Bay area and it was like she always belonged here. I never got tired of her quiet and calming presence in my company or in my home. We had talked and she was going to stay one more week and then return home to prepare for Baccalaureate and Graduation ceremonies. We had not talked about the future after that.

I had not pitched Margaret the final contract for her SaaS product. I was playing with some thoughts about what I wanted in life and with her and how to use this situation to get Margaret to move here with me but I needed to think about it more. It was truly a special product with sales funnels, built-in customer relationship management, framework for courses, stores, and websites. After talking it out, she wanted to do a much cheaper add-on license for additional domain names instead of requiring the customer to purchase a separate subscription for each domain. Margaret’s vision was to truly create a product for the middle class that was affordable for start-ups. She had no interest in marketing to the Fortune 500. She was focused on smaller companies and making a difference. She was content with whatever money was there to be made while keeping the costs for her product as low as possible.

I remember that kind of drive when I was younger and when I was much more hungry. My drive was to make that money though. Now, I wanted my balance. I wanted to build a family. No one knew that side of me because I had never taken out those desires into the light of day and looked at them closely myself, and I certainly hadn’t shown those desires to anyone else. In light of my new examination of my changing priorities in life, I had not decided yet what my next move was.

It was Thursday and I had taken Friday off. We were picking up Jack from the airport tonight and having a relaxing dinner and to talk about his health and wellness business. Tomorrow night I would take them both to the Founders & Investors Spring Gala. I was the Keynote speaker and it would give Jack the opportunity to rub elbows with the entrepreneurial elite of San Jose. I was completely prepared to speak, dance a couple dances with Margaret, and get out of Dodge if she was uncomfortable or overwhelmed. I didn’t care anyway. I only wanted to be there if she was on my arm. I smiled to myself. I couldn’t wait to show her off.

The paparazzi had gotten some shots of Margaret at Declan Industries and us out together holding hands on a walk, getting ice cream cones, and a shot of me in the parking lot of a movie theater with her bent back against the passenger door of my Tesla and I was kissing her neck. I laughed to myself. I remember not so long ago that I would have been enraged for the paparazzi to publish a photo of me like that with a woman. Not that I would have ever been caught out like that with a different woman. I hadn’t taken a woman to the movies since I was 30. With Margaret…it was funny and I was proud to be seen with her. Headlines like “Declan’s Bachelor CEO Off the Market?!” and “Young Philly Genius Ending Thorin Blackhill’s Days as a Playboy?” were all over the society pages.

What was even more hilarious was that Margaret never even noticed paparazzi around and seemed wholly uninterested with the articles and photos. I showed her the headlines and photos on my phone but she just rolled her eyes and laughed it off. Her mother was a Philly socialite and she was used to the paparazzi. I find it super weird that it doesn’t seem to bother her and that she is uninterested what they say. She simply doesn’t care. It was weird…but also refreshing. I had never dated a woman that wasn’t obsessed with the society pages.

After blankly staring at the computer screen trying to look at metrics from the first half the week and seeing nothing for 30 minutes…I sent my operations analyst a note to prepare a 2 page overview and email it to me to read later. I would read it on my phone in bed after Margaret was asleep, then I could read it while she was beside me. I sighed. I had it bad. I simply cared about nothing besides spending time with Margaret. Calling my limo around to the front, I hopped in and loosened my tie and told my driver to hightail it home.

Leaning my head back against the plush leather, I closed my eyes and day dreamed about how I had fucked Margaret in the back of this limo last week with her tiny pussy clenching around my cock and me squeezing those perky, tanned tits together and licking and sucking her rosebud nipples while I drove my hard rod up into her like a madman.

Reaching down into my suit pants, I rearranged my dick to a more comfortable position and continued with my salacious memories on the ride home. I never even bothered çekmeköy escort to pull my iPad from my briefcase…screw my 400+ unread emails.

I’d worry about that shit next week.

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Margaret

I didn’t want to go back to Philly. San Francisco Bay was beautiful, it was warm, the technology focus was refreshing, and Thorin’s place felt like home. It was unusual for me to feel comfortable somewhere new to say the least. My autism was very high functioning but sometimes I really needed solitude because my creativity was born when I was alone. My brain didn’t work to full capacity without the isolation needed to think things through, especially if I was feeling overwhelmed. I don’t know if it was because Thorin was here, or because I had finally found where I fit, but I didn’t feel like an awkward guest here.

My biggest worry was Thorin showing me off around Declan Industries and being labeled the 21 year old that the CEO was sleeping with…but no one treated me that way. The day of the big hack when I met everyone, they started to respect me. Employees knew Thorin had called me to help mitigate the damage and serve their customers. I had been asked by HR a couple of days later to help hire. I had reviewed resumes and been present for interviews and provided feedback. They also asked me to propose an ISD division restructuring plan. Now, I was a paid consultant on Declan’s payroll, approved by the board and everything. That was a huge feather in my cap for my resume.

When I was visiting Thorin’s office, the guys would come down from the crow’s nest and ask me to look at a piece of code or help them understand a compliance regulation. In many ways, I was thankful for the opportunity to be of some service, because now they trusted me and I cared about them too. Funny how a crisis brought what could have been a really awkward time for me into a blessing. I wasn’t bored and I was glad to be contributing.

I was super excited about Jack coming tonight. Jack was pretty skeptical of Thorin and I’s relationship. He didn’t trust Thorin for a second but he wanted to hear him out and see what he had to say about his health and wellness business. Jack was also excited about California and going to the Founders & Investors Spring Gala. Thorin’s connection could open a lot of doors for Jack even if he was upset that Thorin had stolen his baby sister’s innocence and taken her away from Philly and the Mitchell empire. Jack was a mite dramatic. I laughed to myself. He got that from mom.

I was in Thorin’s giant, marble tub waiting for him to get home. We would grab Jack first from the airport and then go eat. I had all kinds of bubbles and bath oil in there and was sunk up to my neck with my hair tied on top of my head. It felt amazing. Thorin wouldn’t get home for an hour and a half so I had plenty of time to soak and dress.

My mind wandered as I laid back in the tub and looked out over the partial view of the Bay. It was late afternoon and it was busy outside but I was relaxed and happy. Picking over my thoughts about the last couple weeks, I took things out of the vault that is my brain and looked them over, made my decisions about how I felt about those things, and carefully placed them back into the vault to look at again another time if needed.

As it often did in the past 2 weeks since I had met him, my thoughts turned to Thorin and our relationship. I grabbed up my bottle of exfoliating scrub and went to town on my legs and feet while I thought about him. We had been inseparable since the moment we met. It was never weird or awkward and our comfort level was like we had been dating for years. He seemed to genuinely love me and I knew I was in love with him. I hadn’t wanted to admit it at first but it had happened fast and was very nearly love at first sight.

I was a logical thinker to the point of killing romance and love thoughts. It was probably one of the reasons I never had a date until meeting Thorin. Jack and Adam literally teased me about my lack of romantic thoughts, they shared some laughs at my expense and I had always just thought they were idiots.

Thorin was romantic enough for the both of us. He was also a highly logical thinker but he had those dreamer qualities that I didn’t have. In my mind, things always were just what they were, very black and white and I picked up patterns quickly. Thorin saw everything through a lens of potential. He could see what something could be and he could create a vision to get there. It was something I loved about him and it was imagination that I lacked.

Thorin saw me, wanted me, and he made decisions to get me. I was under no assumptions that I had done anything to make our relationship happen…I would have smiled politely at the conference and bid him a good day and that would have been the end. But Thorin pursued me…it was thrilling and the best experience of my life. Whatever made him interested in me that day, I was grateful for it.

I içerenköy escort wonder why he hasn’t presented me with a formal contract yet on investing in my SaaS product. We had built the plan out on it. The marketing program, pricing, and how to administer the team. Thorin was transparent and open so I knew he hadn’t changed his mind. I think he operates like an internet browser that has 150 tabs open all at once. His brain is a high-powered processor that interprets data at super-speeds so he can make the fast, intelligent decisions required in a famous, Silicon Valley CEO.

I also think he is considering our relationship and future and how the business partnership is going to affect that. I am willing to move forward in good faith without a contract and I trust Thorin to act in my best interest even if we aren’t together. Neither of us defined our roles in the new company and I think it is because we are seeing how we do together until it is time for me to fly back to Philly. We will see then, once I am back in Philly and we have a few days apart to look at things and go from there.

The sexual tension between us hadn’t lessened and we are highly compatible physically. Thorin is amazing in bed. I knew I had nothing to compare it to but it was mind blowing and all-consuming and I knew it was special. It had been tough to tone it down for a couple of days after we first started sleeping together and I was raw and bleeding. Thorin was creative and gentle while we got through those initial days of soreness after becoming sexually active and it was still amazing.

I ran my hands down my body from my breasts to my thighs and back up, wishing Thorin was here to touch me. He had overslept and had to rush out the door this morning instead of waking me up with his hot, demanding mouth on my breasts or his fingers sliding between my thighs. He never failed to show me how much he desired me and I had gotten used to his touch on my body every morning.

Lightly, I massaged my hands over my wet breasts in the bathtub. Ever so gently to brush my nipples with the insides of my hands and fingers, it fanned the wanting and I was frustrated. I trailed one hand down my wet, tanned stomach in the bubbles of the tub to my slick womanhood and dipped my fingers between my lips to massage a soft circle over my nub of pleasure. I thought of Thorin’s tongue on my sensitive flesh as I stroked myself gently.

Sighing, I brought my hands up to cup and squeeze both my breasts. Then I flopped my hands back into the bubbles and huffed. It wasn’t the same as Thorin’s touch. Grumpily, I picked up my pink wash cloth and threw it at the other end of the tub and watched as it hit the marble splashguard and exploded suds everywhere, and slid back into the water. Then, a voice startled me to attention.

“What could the washrag have possibly have done to incite your rage?” Thorin drawled from the doorway.

I looked up and he was leaning with one shoulder against the frame in his suit and his arms crossed over his chest, grinning. I smiled back at him.

“It wasn’t a replacement for your hands on me. That’s what it did.” I smirked at him as desire lit up his eyes and he pushed off the frame with his shoulder and disappeared from the bathroom.

Thorin came back a moment later without a stitch of clothes on, holding a small, black object in his hand and a small bottle. I didn’t ask what he planned to do with it. I trusted him. Thorin always made sure the sex was good for me and for himself and I was learning along the way.

Thorin stepped into the tub facing me and sat down in the other end of the tub. The water level rose in the tub but not to “make a mess” levels. He slid forward and grabbed my hands and pulled me forward so I was laying against his chest in his lap. Nuzzling close, he covered my lips in a heavy kiss and I felt his cock jump against me with that first passionate kiss and I moaned softly. I didn’t know what witchcraft brought him home early, but I was incredibly grateful for it.

Looking down into my face, Thorin said, “I missed you this morning. I’m sorry I woke up late.”

“I missed you too.” I slid my hand up to cup his jaw and I pulled him down for another kiss. I slid the tip of my tongue into his mouth to stroke his and he growled and hugged me tighter to his chest and his cock hardened to stone against my hip.

Breaking the kiss and resting my face against his shoulder, I said, “what brought you home early?” as I lazily scrubbed a handful of bubbles over his chest hair.

Thorin tipped his head back against the tub as I rubbed over his chest and said, “you did, baby. I just wanted to be with you.”

I smiled widely. I could hear the honesty in his voice. He looked back at me and pulled me up to straddle his lap in the tub and his cock was under me, rising up against my butt crack. My body was slick and oily from the bubbles and the bath oil and my skin slipped against his and he groaned as his cock slid dragos escort up and down my butt crack as he got me in the position he wanted me.

After he had me situated over his legs, straddling his lap, he reached out and ran his hands roughly over my slick and oily breasts. I moaned and leaned toward him because it always felt so good to have Thorin’s hands on me. They were large and heavy and his fingers were calloused. He rubbed those calloused hands over my breasts and his touch ran in an exciting current from my breasts to my aching nub of pleasure and my tiny slit that was begging for attention. I arched my back to press myself into his hands to get him to intensify the sensations and I squeeze my fingernails into his shoulders as I throw my head back.

~~~~~~~~~~

Thorin

I watch her throw her head back as she digs her nails into my shoulders while my practiced hands work magic on her slick skin. I smile wolfishly and take it in, thrilled that she is so wanton for me. I glory in it.

I pull her to me and suck one nipple into my mouth and suckle it. I bite the tip and then soothe where I nipped it. Repeating with the other one and back and forth until she’s moaning and her slit is dripping for me. My cock is so hard it hurts. I need to shove it in her so badly and soothe myself by thrusting in and out of her to ease the ache but I hold myself back.

I brought a little bottle of silicone lube into the bathroom and a beginner butt plug. It was a luxury sex toy with a soft feel and it vibrated while it was inserted. It was thin at the bottom and grew to a thicker size before dropping off to a very slender neck where there was a stopper that rested right against the taint area and a small circle for a handle.

I had not introduced her to any butt play yet, but the tub was the perfect place. After a couple of days in San Francisco Bay, I had put in a small order of new sex toys for some fun so I grabbed this little guy from my nightstand on my way into the bathroom.

I press the dispenser on the silicone lube and squirt a little onto my fingers. I spread my thighs underneath her so I can spread her thighs and with one hand I reach between us and gently prob her slit with my finger and slide my thumb over her clit and thrust into her a couple of times. She moaned and moves her hips to ease some of the sensations in her, but instead of starting that building rhythm, I am gentle with my strokes and take my other hand that I lubed up and massage over her backdoor.

She drew in a breath suddenly and tensed up when she felt my fingers there, pressing gently and swirling slowly around her puckered opening. I didn’t try to press in. I simply used gentle massaging pressure with the lube on my fingers to rub around her tense opening and up and down across it.

I clamped my lips over hers in an insistent kiss while I massage her behind. After a few moments, I begin gently stroking in her pussy with my other hand and massaging my thumb over her clit and she moaned into my mouth.

She pulled her mouth away from mine and met my eyes. I looked at her steadily and I never stopped massaging her butt or her pussy while I looked into her eyes. Margaret was panting and looked a little panicked even though she was submitting to my touch. She looked worried.

“Thorin…” she whispered, “what are you doing?”

I continued to look at her steadily and I kept touching her. “I am pleasing you, baby,” I said softly back to her, “trust me.”

I leaned in and took her lips in another heavy but insistent kiss. I took a second to get another squirt of lube onto my fingers and I returned to her tight and untouched backdoor to continue massaging around it until she began to relax and her hips returned to moving along with my thrusting into her pussy.

I pulled my fingers from her womanhood and gripped her hip and took her breast in my mouth as I stopped the massage around her opening and I started to gently but insistently press the tip of my finger into Margaret’s butt. She was breathing heavily but not in pain and she was pressing back against my finger at this point, liking what I was doing.

My fingertip pressed past the ring of muscle trying to keep me out and my finger slid into Margaret’s butt. I groaned with the way it felt. I imagined that finger was my thick cock inside her ass and I almost came. My balls hurt because I was so turned on. I began moving my finger in and out of Margaret’s ass slowly. She was moaning softly and her eye’s were glazed over and she was thrusting herself in tiny little bounces on my finger.

This woman was going to do me in. It was all I could do not to pull my finger out and replace it with my dick in her ass and thrust until I was grunting and jerking and filling her ass with my cum until it leaked out. I took a deep breath and calmed myself and I slid my tongue in her mouth as I pulled my finger out of her and washed my hand in the bathwater with a pump of body wash from the dispenser on the edge of the tub.

I broke the kiss with her and picked up the butt plug and I squirted two pumps of the silicone lube onto it and slicked it up. Watching her face as her eyes never left me, I positioned the plug at her puckered opening and I began to press in. She momentarily tightened and I reached out and began massaging her nipples and said, “relax baby, relax,”

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“Hey, do you have a light? I seem to have misplaced my matches,” said the attractive modestly dressed girl. We were both in the paddock area at the Sebring, Florida 12-hour sports race, now in its 10th hour. Corvettes, Ferraris, MGs and others were still circulating in the dark, kozyatağı escort the leaders already having driven more than eight hundred miles since the 10am start.

I got out my Zippo and lit her L in fact, it was pretty erenköy escort exciting! I wanted to make sure I could do it right for Jim. He’ll probably want me to swallow the cum and I just might for him. Thank you for the harem escort lesson!”

I gave her a hand up and we both realized we needed to get to the start-finish for the end of the race. I held her hand as we retraced our path back to the paddock in time to see the Gendebien/Hill Ferrari scream by to win. I asked for her name and phone number before we parted, but she said that we should just keep the memories.

We went our separate ways. I felt a little used but was still buzzing from the experience. I suspect that Jim would be thrilled with her new skills and that they would soon be happily married.

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Chasing youth

Part 1

My name is Derrick Tyson. I am 30 years old. I was a weak, nerdy virgin in high school. I never had a date, didn’t go to the prom and had a smell about me in high school. I didn’t play any sports. I was the weird guy. I was mocked and laughed at. I did well academically but I was a social zero.

Let me tell you how I transformed myself into a man that, as of this writing, has screwed over one hundred (100), and counting, women of all shapes, sizes and races.

It all started with me, after another lackluster Friday night filled with video games and masturbation, finally I had an epiphany. I was 19 at the time. I decided to do something about my situation. I was living at home, working a crappy job, and I was fat. I decided to get up the next morning and try and work out. I knew nothing. However, I did know how to read and research.

The first thing I needed to do was find a gym and a support system. The only way you will learn how to be a man who is getting laid regularly is to find other guys who get laid yakacık escort regularly. I needed to get a new circle of friends. This group of friends were probably hanging out were an uncoordinated, shy guy like me never went which was the gym. I found a gym in the area. Not one of those cute gyms were if you drop a plate or grunt, they yell at you. No, I found a gym where the guys talk shit to you if you do not lift. I also noticed a lot of physically fit, females in that gym as well.

I went in with my weak, flabby body and just got on a treadmill. I did the treadmill and slowly but surely went over to the bench press. I could barely lift the 45 lb bar. I heard someone snickering about my titties. I stayed with it, though. I started going to the gym every day and the guys there started helping me with different tools and techniques. I started doing speedwork on the track after talking to one of the guys there that used to run track in college. They also started asking me about having a girlfriend. I was too ashamed to say I had never samandıra escort gotten laid. To them, at nineteen, this was unbelievable. They got a good laugh but after a while they wanted to help me. The older men started giving me advice on how to talk to women. I had never had this type of advice before. I thought women were so sweet and virginal, but it turns out that the great majority of these women were sluts. It was time to take them off the pedestal.

My first conquest after going to the gym after about three months was a girl named Lisa. I met Lisa in a club. I was losing my fear of women due to my weightlifting, getting more physically fit, and not being afraid of confrontation. I went right up to her after having a few drinks and asked her for a blowjob. She started laughing right there on the spot and we had a conversation. Later on that night, I got her phone number. The next day we chatted on the phone for over an hour in which she informed me she had a boyfriend, but she was horny. She did not have a car, so sancaktepe escort I picked her up at her trailer and brought her back to my place. My mother was working the night shift, so I had the place all to myself. I brought her up to my room. I was nervous but I knew I had to accomplish my mission. She sat on the bed as I stood. Lisa slowly unbuckled my belt. Then she unbuttoned the top button on my shorts. My dick was throbbing right now. The wetness was showing through my shorts. She unzipped my shorts and they fell to the floor. She then reached inside my boxer shorts and pulled out me johnson. I was in heaven. It was finally about to happen. She grabbed me johnson with her right hand and stuck my dick in her mouth. Never had a I had such a sensation on my penis. Up and down, she went and she even opened her eyes and looked up at me while she did it. I could hardly contain myself until finally I released years of frustration, shyness, teasing and tears into her mouth all at once. Lisa, like a true cockmaster, continued sucking and squeezing my johnson until there was no more semen to come out. Afterwards I fell on the floor. I just laid there looking at the ceiling for a while. Yes, I had tears of joy. So, this is what it was all about. This is why men play football and basketball. This is the reward for working hard in the gym. Well, since I have years to make up, I better stay in the gym, and search out my next conquest.

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This is my first published piece; so far, I’ve written the first ten chapters and will release the others once I’ve tidied them up. Further chapters are in my head, waiting to be put to ‘paper’. The initial three chapters will introduce the characters, and no intimacy will happen until chapter four, when they are over eighteen. The series will include first-time and group sex but also includes mentions of suicide and attempted rape in later chapters; if that upsets you, I suggest you don’t start.

Many thanks to Neuroparenthetical for advice and guidance in editing this first chapter.

Chapter 1

It was September 2008 and my first day of term in a new school; this was my final year of GCSEs. It was not a great time to change, but my parents had changed jobs after my dad’s previous company made him redundant after ten years of service. We’d moved from a small village in Shropshire near the English / Welsh border to Totton, just outside of Southampton on the South coast of England.

The syllabus of my new school was very similar to what I had been studying, and I could continue the same subjects, so that didn’t worry me. I would miss my friends, particularly Craig, my longest and best friend. We both played World of Warcraft online, so we would keep in touch while playing, but we obviously wouldn’t be able to hike and cycle on weekends. One thing I was pleased about, which led to my parents looking for new jobs here, was that the city had an excellent dojo for judo and taekwondo.

My two main priorities growing up were grades at school and fitness. Grades because I wanted to get to a good university to study computing. I didn’t know precisely what field, but I enjoyed all aspects of computing and knew it would be a good career choice. Fitness because my main passion was martial arts.

My dad’s brother, Tom, introduced me to taekwondo when I was six, and I soon took to it. My father, Keith, was five years younger than his brother and was a former Royal Marine Commando, leaving as a Captain when I was eight. It was his idea to introduce me to judo when he left, and again, I loved it. I think taekwondo and judo’s discipline, respect and challenge struck a chord.

It was a beautiful summer’s day in September, around eight in the morning, as I left home to walk to my new school for the first time. It was only about a two-mile walk. I figured I’d probably start cycling at some point, but I felt I needed the extra time that day to mentally prepare myself to meet my new teachers and fellow students. I’d been at the same junior and secondary school since I was five, so I suppose I was slightly apprehensive.

I walked down our street and turned left past some local convenience stores and a Tesco metro and then into the school grounds. Kids of all ages were chatting, catching up on what they had been up to on their holidays or playing football. I went into the reception to get my timetable and introduce myself. They were expecting me, and the lady behind the desk gave me my updated class schedule and explained where the classrooms were.

I went outside and sat on a bench near some girls who looked like they were also year 11s. There were three of them, and they seemed to be chatting about where they had been on holiday over the summer (two went to France and the other Scotland, as far as I could work out).

I noticed a group of ‘lads’ crowding around one boy; I had a fair idea of what was happening but didn’t want to jump to conclusions or get in trouble on my first day, so I just watched for a while. I hated bullies and, at my previous school, had made it abundantly clear what I thought of it to anyone who went down that route.

After I’d achieved a black belt in both judo and taekwondo, a couple of the thugs tried to rough me up after I stopped them from making a classmate of mine’s life a misery. It didn’t end up well for either of them, made worse as it was in front of about 20 other kids; bullying virtually stopped at school soon after. A few teachers worked out what was happening and seemed delighted but never actually brought it up. Subsequently, if anyone felt threatened, they seemed to come to me, and I’d then have a private chat with the culprit about the error of their ways and how it would be better to make different life choices. After that first time, a chat was all that was ever required.

The bell rang, meaning it was time to go to our forms. At the start of each day, we had fifteen minutes with our form teacher before going separate ways to our various classes. My form teacher was Mr Okoru, who I think did PE, he certainly looked very sporty. He welcomed us all back for the start of the new school year and stressed the importance of working hard. We’d all be taking our GCSE exams in May and June, which would be crucial, especially if we wanted to study ‘A’ levels and then go to university. I was taking ten GCSEs, so I knew I would have to work hard. Still, in seven years, I’ll be finished at university! sefaköy escort Shit, seven more years of studying; that’s nearly half my life up to now! I was sure it would fly by; adults kept telling us this was the best years of our lives, but I wasn’t sure I believed them.

Mr Okoru finished his pep talk and then explained to the class that we had a new starter (as if anyone hadn’t noticed me) and asked me to stand up and introduce myself.

I stood up and started. “Hi everyone, my name is David Wilshire. I was born and raised in Shropshire, and we moved here over the summer after my parents got new jobs. I intend to go to university after A levels and study Computer Science, as I want to be a programmer, but who knows what I’ll want to be in six years?

My hobbies are gaming when I have the time, particularly World of Warcraft, and running and cycling to keep fit. I’m also a black belt in judo and taekwondo, and my dream is to represent Great Britain at the youth Olympics in Singapore in eighteen months and then the London Olympics in three and a half years.”

I sat down, and Mr Okoru said. “Thank you, David; I run a jujitsu school here in Totton on a Wednesday night if you are ever interested in learning a new discipline.”

“I might try that.” I replied, “It depends if I can fit it in. I’ll be training twice a week in judo and taekwondo in a dojo in Southampton, but until we get closer to exams, I should be able to attend most weeks.”

“I think you have PE with me after lunch today, don’t you?” he asked. “Could you do a demonstration of some moves before we start? It would be a fun way to start the term.”

“Yes, I’ve got PE this afternoon. I don’t mind showing you if you want.”

The bell rang, so we headed to our first class. Mine was maths followed by physics, which were both fine. We then had a short break, and I sought out the boy who had been surrounded that morning. He had been in my maths and physics classes, so I’d already spoken briefly to him. We chatted, and I learned his name was Dafydd and that he had a twin sister named Isolde. Their parents were Welsh and wanted them to have traditional names. He told me about the various teachers and some of the other kids, and we got on very well. The break was soon over, so we agreed to meet for lunch, and I headed off for French, followed by history.

I enjoyed languages. We often went camping around Europe for our summer holidays, so knowing some – even just a little – came in handy. My mother was Swedish, so I’d learned that growing up and seemed to pick up other languages without much effort. Along with French, I was also studying Spanish for GCSE.

I got my looks from my mother’s side; like her, I had blond hair, blue eyes, and a light complexion, although I tanned reasonably quickly rather than burned. I was tall, like my parents – already six feet by then, but I thought I still had a few more inches to grow.

The French lesson was excellent. Our teacher was a French lady, so I was confident we would learn the correct pronunciation and grammar. My previous French teacher had been from Birmingham, so they had a very odd accent; if you’ve ever heard a broad Brumie accent, ‘odd’ doesn’t even begin to describe it! History was good; they covered the same periods we had at my last school, so I wouldn’t have to learn new things.

Next was lunch. I headed to the canteen and met Dafydd, and we joined the long queue. The choice was quite good. I chose pasta with some bolognese, and Dafydd had sausages and chips with beans. We sat down with some girls, and he introduced me. One of them was his sister. She was a typically Celtic girl, with long, red hair and green eyes, and looked very well put together. With her were three other pretty girls: Lisa, a skinny blonde; Claire, a brunette with hair down to her mid back; and Lucy, with black hair that just reached her shoulders. Dafydd obviously knew them well, and I was pleased my circle of acquaintances was growing.

After introductions, the girls went back to talking together. I thought Dafydd sat with them to avoid the group surrounding him that morning. We got to learn a bit more about each other. He also liked World of Warcraft – which everyone in the know called ‘wow’- so we talked about the dungeons and raids and were both excited about the rumoured new expansion that might be out before Christmas. Just then, Head Goon 1 (I didn’t yet know his name, but he seemed to fit the description) came over with his followers and started bad-mouthing Dafydd, calling him Daffy Duck and sheep shagger, ruffling his hair, and generally acting like an arsehole.

I got up and turned to them. “Back off, turn around, and return to the hole you came from. Do not intimidate, touch or talk to my friend again — or be an arsehole to anyone else, either, for that matter. It pisses me off.” I looked directly into his eyes as I spoke to him. He didn’t seem pleased someone beykent escort had stood up to him. It must have been a new experience, and he was temporarily lost for words.

Not for long, though. “After school, I’ll teach you a lesson!” he said, his goon squad of four other knuckle-draggers grinning behind him.

“I’m not going to start a fight with anyone,” I said, “but I’ll certainly defend myself. I suggest you have a good think — if you’re capable of that — this afternoon and reconsider. You don’t intimidate me, and neither do that lot.”

“Later, then,” he said with a smile. “I’m looking forward to it!” With that, they left to go and do whatever lowlifes like them get up to when not choosing prey.

The girls had heard the exchange, and Lisa, looking worried, said, “That wasn’t wise. Wayne won’t fight fair. His gang will join in as well. There’s a back gate from school. You’d better leave that way this afternoon.”

I replied, “Don’t worry; I think he’ll change his mind by the end of the day. Our whole year level has PE this afternoon, doesn’t it?” She nodded, so I continued. “Make sure you are all on time, and you’ll see why. Mr Okoru has asked me to do a demonstration for everyone before it starts.” I got confused looks from them all. “All will become clear later. If Wayne still wants to start something, he’s even stupider than he looks.” With that, I winked at the girls and left to see if I could find Mr Okoru to have a quick chat.

I found him, as expected, in the sports hall, getting some things ready for the afternoon session with us year elevens. I explained what had transpired at lunch. He knew Wayne was known for bullying other kids and would call him to the head’s office. I told him my plan, as I thought it was a better way of defusing the situation. He listened, smiled and then – thankfully — agreed. When the lesson started, he would tell the whole year about my background. I was a black belt in judo and taekwondo, had represented Great Britain in some European events — even medalling a few times — and was aiming to attend the Youth Olympics in Singapore in the summer of 2010.

I explained what moves I was thinking of performing, and he asked me to do a quick demo so he would know what to expect. I changed into shorts and a T-shirt and came out carrying my trainers. Another PE teacher had arrived to help Mr Okoru. Her name was Miss White, and she stood at the side to watch. I thought I’d seen she was the Deputy Head but wasn’t sure.

I started doing some standing kicks, did a slow standing split, and held my leg vertically above me for 10 seconds, motionless. I then proceeded to do some jumping kicks, including some backward ones, finishing off by jumping and whipping my leg well over six feet up in the air. I explained that I usually hung a small ball on some string from a frame, so the ball was about six feet and three inches above the ground. Miss White stared with open mouth at the demonstration.

“They’re going to love this,” she said, “especially some girls!” She was laughing as she added that final thought.

“How accurate and confident are you in that last kick?” Mr Okoru said.

“I never miss, why?” I replied.

“How about I put something on my head, and you kick it off?”

“Fine by me if you trust me enough. If line up right, I could kick it straight at a certain point….” I winked at him, hoping he understood my meaning.

“How far would it go?” he asked.

“15 – 20 meters, probably. I’d ensure it didn’t hit anything important if you follow me…”

“We’ll do that then,” he said with a smile. I’ll go and get something.”

“You could mention you’d let me show them breaking concrete breeze blocks with my hands and feet if you had any, which might resonate with certain parties?”

He smiled again. “I think you’re going to be a good influence on this year group!” With that, he finally left to go and find something for me to kick.

Miss White raised an eyebrow at me. “I think I’m missing something, aren’t I?”

“Perhaps you’ll have to ask Mr Okoru later to see if that’s the case,” I responded cryptically.

We went outside as the other year elevens started turning up, the girls to one side and the boys to the other. They usually would then split into those doing football and those doing athletics (mainly running at this stage of the term). Mr Okoru explained to those not in his form that I was a new student at the school and would give them a demonstration of my skills. Wayne and his cronies were quietly laughing to one side, and one of his mates drew his hand across his throat, tritely indicating my later demise.

I took off my T-shirt. I could tell you it was just for Wayne and his mates so that they might have some doubts and would start reconsidering their plans, but I was a teenage boy, and I was a bit vain. I didn’t mind the idea of the girls checking me out, too, and maybe making some kayaşehir escort plans. I think Mr Okoru knew my intentions were completely impure, but he didn’t comment. Looking towards Isolde and her friends, I saw them staring open-mouthed at me. Smiling, I started my demo: the standing splits were followed by several kicks and hand strikes. I made sure to put lots of effort and noise into each one. Well, Wayne, how would you like to be on the end of this, this, or this? Getting near the end, I could see him starting to look worried. His mates were just about shitting themselves. Just before the finale, I made sure I was all lined up. Mr Okoru had put a rubber ball carefully on his head and stood with his eyes closed — I assumed so he didn’t flinch. I didn’t blame him; someone he didn’t know was about to kick seven shades of shit out of something close to his bonce, but, as a jujitsu instructor, he recognised me as someone who knew what they were doing.

I was facing away from him when I leapt up and spun swiftly around, my right foot whipping faster than most of the audience could see, straight towards his head. No one had noticed the ball yet, as all eyes had been on me. Some girls screamed, and the teachers, apart from Miss White, started running towards me, thinking I’d gone mad. My foot connected with the ball, sending it straight towards Wayne, clearing his head about three inches. He was standing at least fifteen meters from me. I finished my spin and noticed Mr Okoru had opened his eyes. I stood still and then calmly bowed to him to indicate I was finished.

“Thank you for that excellent demonstration, David,” he said, looking particularly towards Wayne. “I’m sure we were ALL very impressed with your skills.” I don’t know how, as he had pale skin anyway, but Wayne was looking almost see-through by then.

Mr Okoru, I think, was enjoying himself almost as much as I was, so he piled it on, just like we’d discussed.

“David had asked me if we had any concrete blocks so he could show us how he can break them with his bare hands and feet,” he continued, “but unfortunately, we don’t, and I expect it breaks some health and safety rules somewhere.”

With that, I slowly put on my t-shirt, ensuring the girls all saw me do it. We then split up, with some going off to do football. I stayed with the rest to do some running.

The rest of the afternoon was quiet. Now and then, I looked over to those playing football. If Wayne or his mates saw me looking, they quickly turned away. I decided they were all really, really bad at football, or their minds weren’t on it for some reason. I wondered if that should be ‘mind,’ singular, as I’m not sure they each had one. Whenever the ball came to one of them, their passes never went close to a teammate. The others on their team all looked like they wanted to say something, but all kept quiet, probably fearing some after-match retribution.

The track half of us finished just before the footie lot did, and I made a beeline to intercept Wayne and one of his crowd.

“Hi, Wayne!” I said. “I hope we’re still meeting after school?”

“Err, no, you’re okay,” he replied. “I need to be somewhere; I forgot earlier.”

“No, we still need to meet up; I assume you’re fine with just a quick chat and only a chat?” I emphasised ‘chat.’ “It’s important. I won’t keep you long, and you can bring as many of your mates as you want if you’d feel more comfortable?” I smiled gently at him. I didn’t feel the need to humiliate him.

“Um, yeah, okay. I’m sure I can spare a couple of minutes if it’s important.”

We entered the changing room, and you could have cut the atmosphere with a knife. I gently patted him on the back. “See you in a few minutes then; I appreciate it.” Those closest to us didn’t understand the exchange or why I was being pally with him.

I showered and went to stand near the gates. Dafydd, Isolde and her friends from earlier saw me and came over to chat. The girls were making eyes at me and touching their hair like girls do when trying to make you notice them. I felt eight feet tall, and it would be a good year. Just then, Wayne came out with three of his mates.

“One second, Dafydd, ladies,” I said. “I just want a quick chat with Wayne.”

Wayne and I moved to the side, and he started. “Look, I’m sorry we got off on the wrong foot earlier. It was just an honest misunderstanding. Are we good?”

“Well, that depends, Wayne,” I said softly but sternly. “You see, the thing is, I despise bullies. I don’t know you personally yet, but I know your type. If you can promise me there will be no more intimidation of ANYONE here at school, we’ll get along just great. It would be best if you found a new hobby. Mr Okoru runs a jujitsu class here in Totton. Why don’t some of you try that? It would be an outlet for your aggression and excess energy and teach you self-respect and discipline, amongst other things. I’m thinking of going along this Wednesday. Want to join me and see what it’s all about?”

“Err, err, I, um, I’d have to check with my Dad if he will let me, but I could try, yes. As long as we’re, you know, good now?” He looked pleadingly at me.

“I don’t see why not; we understand each other now, don’t we?”

“Oh yes, definitely!” he responded hurriedly. “I understand you perfectly!”

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Influencer.

How do you become an Influencer?

Must be morning the room was bright, barefooted I struggled to find the bathroom, consequences of last night. On the way back I paused at the door looking over a disheveled bed wondering; how the hell did all this happen?

It started when my cousin Alan from Toronto visited. Ironically we shared the same name and birthday except, I was 20 he was 21, we also looked alike, five ten, slim, blond but he was confident I’m reserved. We shared my bedroom, as he came over on the red eye by evening was not completely with it courtesy of jet lag. Insisted he chat on his private group, I had quite a nice set up, three cameras, microphones, lights, large screen the full works. He asked me to log him into a web group I had never heard off; took a few minutes.

Their were six guys and three girls all sitting or standing; naked. Thinking I had logged into the wrong group turned to Alan standing behind me, he was naked too with his hands on my shoulders. He did the introductions suggesting I strip off too as did his group in unison. I had been to naked parties before so joined in; call ending when its time slot expired.

Alan explained it was his gay College group. This was when I found out Alan was gay, although I had suspected something for a while after we started video chatting. We were now sitting together naked on the edge of my bed, Alan logged on to another site. It was explicit with two guys jerking off.

He put his arm around my shoulder lifting my arm around his shoulder, he started to jerk off inviting me to do the same. I didn’t know it at the time the gummies he gave me made me open to suggestive influences, I joined in until we raced each other to a climax. Next morning we awoke naked spooning each other. That’s when I found out it all had been streamed live, including us spooning and been archived on a pay as you view site. Hits were now in the thousands and rising, Alan had a number of suggestive messages tags too.

We visited relatives over the next few days, as one does. Alan had organised something through his and my Student Union, it was at a questionable club downtown where he met up with gay web acquaintances in person, I also knew a few from my College. It didn’t take long before Alan was involved with someone, one of my year student friends Harry had latched on to me thinking I was gay. I liked him but wasn’t that way inclined we were both socially reserved. Harry saw this as a sort of coming-out inspired by what he saw me do on the web.

We sat with beers like tailor dummies, I took the initiative and gave Harry some of Alan’s gummies. It didn’t take long before we were up on the dance floor, shirts off like everyone else, arms flaying and body rubbing. Whatever reservations we had, were gone ending up in a dark room alcove giving each other messy blow jobs, my first.

As arranged Alan met us back in the bar area, he had been invited to the Halls of Residence for an overnighter with his new friend, could we cover for him. Harry said “yes.” I ended staying in Harry’s room that night, only real sexual experience I had was with some privately educated girls on a birthday party bus.

I had done some life modeling and being body painted during my first year for the Art faculty, mainly posing wearing speedos or thongs along with Phil and Tash, two art students, we became known as the three flashateers.

Phil managed to get us a well paid private gig on a double decked Party Bus, downstairs was a bar and disco upstairs we posed as partiers sketched us. After we finished Phil was approached by the organiser asking could we entertain the three birthday girls, we knew what she meant. They had been pill popping all night and had taken bets they could each bang all the ‘flashateers’ upstairs, we weren’t meant to know that but were rather loud and boisterous arranging it. As we were all to be naked popped some of their pills.

Tash was on first it was the first time I was present as two girls fingered and kissed each other, Phil openly gay was the novelty act, he gave a show and a half contorting all over the place with his equally extrovert partner.

I was last, it was actually my first time, laying back on a bench seat a tall blond rode me cowgirl style with flaying arms, screaming as she bonked the hell out of me until I exploded all over us. We each did it three times including a kababbing. My last time was with a mousy type character who wanted it back door style, also my first time but it went remarkably well, blasting her at the right moment. The organiser filmed it for them, my introduction to the privately educated privileged merter escort class.

Harry draped face down over the edge of the bed as I banged him, bit of prodding and pushing but it worked, his groaning soon became a reassuring purr. I blasted him, my first time with a guy, enjoyed the buildup and the wonderful oozing feeling as it drained away.

Harry’s was more adventurists, had me on my back, legs wide open missionary style as he came in, my first time as a recipient, slowly, carefully. I could feel it inch-in by inch-in until it touched, copiously repeating it until we were both contorting together racing to ecstasy. When it came, clearly, he had been saving it up for a while as he blasted in and over us.

I challenged him he was so good it wasn’t his first time.

“No it wasn’t; in my freshers’ year I couldn’t manage my finances, literally at one time had no money or food for three days. I was propositioned by a guy, just outside my Hall of Residence, in his late sixties, to go back to his hotel, he even had a walking stick and would make it worth my while. No choice, gave me my first blow job, I really liked it, asked me to bang him but could see I didn’t know what to do. He talked me through it until I blasted him, not eaten for almost three days I was exhausted. Concerned asked me why; I told him. We talked, he was now alone visiting an old army friend in a home, I really felt sorry for him.

He asked me to stay the night and have a complimentary breakfast in the morning, about eleven we went back upstairs, enjoyed round two in the morning we enjoyed round three and a eat as much as you want breakfast; and paid me.

Not only did we meet regularly he gave my number to a few of his friends who were looking for company. That helped tide me over and I managed to get a supermarket evening shelf filling job. You were the first person I did it with for myself.”

I didn’t know what to say other than; “You were the first guy I did it with but I don’t know if I could do it for money, always wondered what it would be like though.”

I met Alan in reception, got our story together ‘Student pub crawl, slept on the floor’ age old cover story nobody actually believes. A few days later Alan and his new friend were going, as guests, to another overnighter at a well-known city sauna. I phoned Harry, explained what Alan was doing and asked what he was doing tonight.

“I have been invited to entertain someone and to bring along someone for his friend; interested?”

We waited in the Holiday Inn bar, two guys came across, one knew Harry who did all the introductions. They were two businessmen, Harry’s was the boss, his underling and I were his cover story. A meal and a few drinks later Harry and his friend went upstairs, I was left with Ian who explained he had never done it before but has to to keep his job; next round off redundancies were about to be announced; asked.

“Would I show him what to do as tomorrow he would have to do it with his boss who had booked a double bedded room for them.”

We went up to his bedroom he stood their like a tailors dummy, I gave him a handful of gummies and a ‘trust me’ smile. Harry had shown me earlier, now I was showing Ian how to undress to keep his boss happy. Slowly strip one button at a time until you have him interested, help him undress but be naked first after dropping a pair of kinky knickers, which you should be wearing as a leave behind trophy.

Ian, no longer nervous became excited and amorous, courtesy of the gummies. Lay on his back like I told him offering a choice menu to the Dom. We switched over, he was now the Dom I talked him through it until he blasted me, we did it all again with me as Dom. In the morning rehearsed it again.

Harry had also tutored his friend on what he should expect by example. A few weeks later I receive a call from Ian, he wasn’t made redundant and had become his bosses private assistant travelling all over with him. Both entertaining clients from time to time.

Alan enjoyed his overnighter at the sauna, when Harry told him we got paid, this was added to his bucket to do list. He didn’t have to ponder over it for long, Harry’s phone call to one of his regulars put an end to the speculation. A few days he later he flew back to Toronto.

Harry and I started a lucrative arrangement after a while I wanted to call it a day. Harry said we can’t as he had posted intimate photographs of us on an agency web site as being available sales ‘Influencers.’ It also helped me get my business degree in sales psychology. I also struck up an intimate open web friendship with Cassy from Alan’s private bağcılar escort chat group, she was a sales Influencer too and was instrumental in talking me into doing it.

A few months later I flew out to Toronto on the red eye to visit Alan, what’s more without asking I had been upgraded to Business Class at check in; found out later Cassy had influenced my upgrade. It was a vast improvement from the cattle class I was used to, Stevie who was sitting beside me introduced himself as a Digital Creator and nervous flyer.

He asked me to swap seats I was now sitting at the window he had the middle seat, third vacant. The plane lunged as it started its push back, he grabbed my hand, reaching up switching on one of those pen cameras wedged between the seats in front of us. He was doing a digital creation of a nervous flyer asked me if it was ok; “Yes.”

Nervously he unbuttoned his shirt exposing his tanned smooth chest; asked would I unbutton my shirt too? In for a penny in for a pound as the plane bumbled down the taxiway he pulled my and his shirt wide open.

The engines spun up as we pirouetted onto the runway intimately pressing us together, his arm slid round my back and up inside my shirt, lifted my hand over inviting me to rub his six pack as the plane thundered down the runway. It was my first time taking off with a hard-on while rubbing a warm vibrating six pact. Being in the last row of seats were out of sight of any passengers or flight attendants.

We had been chatting for a few hours as we approached take off time, midnight, and were well and truly engrossed sharing each other’s intimate relationships. Stevie said; “follow me I had a word with one of the nice flight attendants.”

Their was an empty luggage cabin near the front which we slipped into and locked shut, its bright lights still on his pen camera pinned to the wall, we totally stripped, apparently part of the criteria off joining the mile high club, twice, before we discreetly returned to our seats. Later as we landed gave each other a hand jobs under complimentary blankets. Stevie a few days later sent me links of our transatlantic flight, digital creation.

Alan’s family had a large house with pool, this time I had my own room, halfway through the first night Alan came in and climbed in naked behind me. I challenged him, what would his parents think, he wasn’t concerned he had told his parents we had been banging each other.

In the morning we went out to the ‘Bloggers’ for breakfast where Cassy worked as an Influencer. Like Stevie their Asian looks really turned me on and her long thin legs as she came up to our table wearing very tight white mini shorts, trainers and topless, sat beside me asked “could we blog together.” She removed my tee shirt put her arm round me started rubbing me with her rock hard nipples, internet camera on a table stand and said.

“After an all-nighter we come to ‘Joes Coffee’ for his famous Joes double expresso to reenergise you for your next round of sex.”

“Are you going to edit it first?”

“No it went out live and will be repeated twice an hour, follow me I will show you one of our blogger studios.”

There were six glass fronted blogging studios. Studio 1 had a naked yoga instructor contorting as she streamed live. We went into studio 6 where Cassy pulled down her shorts, her pussy was looking at me pulsating, I was throbbing and rock hard when she pulled my shorts down. The internet camera was pointing at us as she propped herself up on a desk, legs wide open rubbing cream on both of us, instantly we were on fire and throbbing, she pulled us together we kept going unrepentantly until we climaxed; as she said.

“This is the instant thrill you get with ‘firewall’ and you don’t need rubbers, its safe.”

“Did that go out too?”

“Yes it’s as a follow on.”

Bit stage strucked we dressed and went out on to the patio, Cassy had some more blogging interviews to do with the clientele. I wandered around aimlessly in the sun until I was interrupted by someone asking.

“Is it you that’s been having a web relationship with Cassy, I have been following your blog’s for the past few months, does that ‘firewall’ cream really work?”

Others gathered around to hear my answer. I was trying to extract myself from my new found fame, my rescuer, was a smartly dressed Japanese businessman who introduced himself.

“I believe we have met before my name is Haru Katsumi, I know your Canadian cousin Alan and his family, you are remarkable alike. I liked your blogs and still have your trophy kinky knickers.”

Instantly halkalı escort I remembered him, one of Harry’s introductions, who unknowingly featured in my business degree sales psychology thesis; not by name though.

“Yes I remember we had an endearing time together in the Eucalyptus Club with Giuseppe and Ken.”

“I would like you, in your new role as a sales influencer, help me close a lucrative contract for my and Alan’s father’s company. Naturally I would make it worth your while, are you available? Also I would like Cassy to be their in a slightly different role which she is amenable to.”

We arrived at the Chelsea Hotel in downtown Toronto with its 24 floors, 1600 rooms and apartments where we met in Haru’s private apartment, which was luxurious with a fantastic view over the Lake. I was introduced to a Senator Gregory Hargreaves who I was to assist in clarifying any issues he had prior to signing the contract. Haru and Cassy had to leave to finalise other lesser details.

Gregory over six two with an impressive muscular build, jet black hair, early fifties, soft spoken with a touch of a slow southern drawl. In the lounge area with its large panoramic window invited me to undress, by sweeping his arms mimicking undressing. Slowly I walked around the room letting my shoes tumbled nosily to the floor one at a time, unbuttoned my silk torso hugging shirt one button at a time as I walked round him for a second time, once I had his exclusive attention I let my shirt fall onto the thick pile carpet.

I withdrew my red trouser belt letting it fall with a distinctive sound of its steel buckle hitting a table leg. His attention was now exclusively on me waiting to inspect my menu of what was on offer. My loose fitting silk trousers dropped silently without hesitation onto the floor, my erotic frilly knickers captured his unwavering attention.

I stepped over slowly unbuttoned his shirt, our eyes remained locked attentively even his falling shirt did not distract him. His belt was tight as I pulled it free our naked torso’s touched and rubbed enticingly, his arms to reach round allowing his hands to explore inside my knickers. I slid his trousers down as he claimed his trophy knickers from me.

Naked we stood their frotting and body rubbing each other until we were fully erect and aroused. Slowly I sat down on the edge of the couch drawing Gregory down with me, my legs providing a wide open invitation. Clumsily at first becoming a finesse choreographed art of undulating dance, I started the duet of groans and moans he joined in, both of us harmonizing to the undulations of sexual exertion. Accelerating he climaxed with a volcanic eruption over the both of us.

We sat their still erotically touching each other as we watched the sun go down over the lakes, not wanting his attention to drift I took him by the hand into the bedroom with its bright overhead lights. A Joe’s double expresso’s had reinvigorated both of us, I lay back on the bed with a raging firewall enhanced pulsating hard-on, I placed Gregory’s hand on it. Clearly he was used to doing this, kneeling over me and sitting on my legs gave me the best hand job ever, my groaning reached a crescendo until it was my turn to erupt like a volcano over both of us.

We lay their embracing each other arm in arm as we fondled each other until we were ready to undertake another exhilarating experience. Gregory lay back missionary style offering himself, Joe’s double expresso’s and firewall cream had given us the fuel to enjoy yet another one of life’s experiences. I remembered Haru’s advice good things should be slowly savored and not be rushed, no harmonizing moans and groans this time just a long slow purring. The lights were adding to the heat of our exertions when it happened was a long slow encore to an otherwise athletic day.

We lay their embracing each other until what must be morning as the room was bright, barefooted I struggled quickly to find the bathroom, consequences of last night’s frolics. On the way back I stopped at the door looking over a disheveled bed with someone naked on it wondering; how the hell did this happen. I looked up at the concealed cameras and the bright lights knowing everything in the bedroom and lounge had been recorded for future business prosperity and harmony.

Gregory stirred, arm out inviting me back, if he knew didn’t care. That morning I learnt the Texas way, cowboy style. Something I would have to share with Harry, hopefully Cassy, perhaps not cousin Alan.

On the red eye back Cassy was with me, Haru had arranged a double sleeper cabin for us as a thank you. Cassy placed her internet camera on a table stand and said as she zipped down her sleep suit exposing her naked body and trophy frilly knickers for me; asked;

“Want to join the mile high club Texas style with me?”

For the web camera we waited for turbulence for added affect to our mile high climax which was entheausticly received by her blogging fraternity.

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Yesterday started like a normal day. I went to work talked to Sir & hubby off & on all day. Left work & headed home.

Once home hubby asked if I was hungry, like normal I said I wasn’t. Next thing out of hubbys mouth was him telling me to take a shower. What! Wait a min! He never asks me to shower. I ask if I smell or something. He states we’re going to see Daddy. I tell hubby to stop fucking with me. Earlier in the day Daddy said he was still in Texas. Hubby shows me the few text msgs he had with Daddy but Daddy keeps playing he is in Texas.

Hubby drives me to meet Daddy. The whole drive we talk off & on. My mind races with all kinds of thoughts. Daddy is also texting making sure I’m doing ok, what I am thinking. I worry about my Inspection, did I triple check that I took care of everything he had stated in his story.

Daddy asks how much longer till we get to the meeting place that was agreed upon.

We arrive at a private gated park. There are already a couple of trucks parked. I look at Hubby wondering why there are 2 trucks already there parked. Within a few moments a black suburban with jet black tint pulls up. A tall broad shoulder man steps out of the suburban and starts walk to my car. I look at hubby, he grins & says I’m in trouble now. It’s Daddy I’m quite amazed that his pictures don’t do him justice. He states he needs to find the people that own the trucks parked & get them çapa escort to leave. This only takes a few mins. The boys who have the trucks see the black suburban & return to their trucks to leave. They were fishing.

Once again Daddy comes to my side of my car to act like we were also not supposed to be there either but sticks his in the window to hubby that he’s opening the gate. Instructs us to follow the road all the way down the road to the end. Daddy will be there shortly. He then slips his hand in my dress to feel my breast & nipple.

We all park at the end of the road. Before hubby can get out of the car, Daddy has my car door open and helping me out. I stand before Daddy. I feel so little compared to Him. Daddy is so much taller than me & amazingly handsome. He hugs & kisses me deeply as I feel his tongue in my mouth.

He leads hubby & I to the end of a path to a pavilion where there are some park benches.

When we arrive at the benches Dady wants to see & inspects me. He tells me to stand in-front of him with my back towards & to lift my dress. He’s making sure I wore the panties he instructed. I’m asked what my punishment number is. I answer 8 Sir! Daddy instructs me to bend over placing my hands on the bench before me. He asks if I am prepared for my punishment, which is 8 spankings on my ass. I feel & hear his hand spank my ass cheek, fatih escort I gasp then another one. Crack is all I hear. With every spanking he rubs my ass cheek taking the sting of the slap away. He growls asking what number he is on, I state 2 Sir. Sir begins with 3,4 & 5. Once again he growls asking what number is he on. I say 5 but I think it’s 4. At this point I could give to shits about the number. I just want Daddy to spank me more. I was so afraid of him spanking me all week. Now after receiving 8, I just want to be bound & blindfolded for him to spank me more.

At this point I’m puddy, I just want to feel him finger my pussy, I want to taste his hard cock & want him to fuck me in cunt or ass. Preferably both.

As the visit goes on Daddy reminds me of the punishment for shaving without asking. He asks if slapping my cunt will be the correct punishment & I answer yes. Each slap brings pain but also makes me wet.

I am loosing the order things happen now. I have had Daddy’s hard cock fucking my mouth & told several times to watch my teeth. Though at no point being told that, did I think I ever did. I was grateful that Daddy didn’t slap my face for that either. He had every right to punish me for it.

Several times I lost my grip on the park bench as Daddy fucked my cunt & ass. His thrusts caused me to lose my balance and I would go down fındıkzade escort to my knees, causing Daddy to collapse on me. The shame I felt for this was awful & if Daddy felt I should be punished I would have fully accepted it.

Daddy was so kind. Making me sit &!calming my breathing. He made sure that I was ok before we started again. His hugs were amazing like a giant teddy bear just holding me.

Daddy played me like a fiddle he knew each string to pull to make my body react like he wanted it to. I have never had that many orgasms it that short of a time. I’ve been asked throughout my life if I was a gusher or a squirter. I always would say I was more of a gusher. Well I guess I’m a squirter cause that’s what Daddy caused multiple times.

I knew that it was getting late. What I thought was an hour was going onto 2 hrs. I knew Daddy had not cummed & before I left I owed him that. I started to play with his cock massaging it to get hard. Daddy warned he was going to fuck my month again if I got it hard. I didn’t stop & ended up taking his hard cock in my mouth as he shoved the tip of his cock to the back of my throat. He growled for me to stand up quickly, turn my backside towards him & bend over. I felt him shove his hard cock in my already swollen pussy. Daddy thrusted his cock harder and faster against me. I heard him ask if was ready for him to release his warm cum in my swollen pussy. I told Daddy I needed his cum to fill my cunt. He released inside me.

As soon as he pulled out of me, I turned and took he cock in my mouth tasting our fluids. I sucked Daddys cock dry and continued to suck just the end of his cock knowing how sensitive it is. Daddy growled for me to stop. I tried again & was told No.

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03) READY, FIRE, AIM

The one where Tara helps Damian with perspective. And manhood.

Damian continues his therapy to recover from his Dominatrix wife’s brutal, traumatizing attack when she demanded a divorce publicly. He’s relearning to build his sense of sexuality and manhood with an unconventional Alt sex therapist.

Oh, I’m struggling. I’m struggling with my feelings.

A tall, tight blonde walks by in her form-fitting gym clothes on the way to another machine and I don’t even know what to think. I just have to pump this iron.

I replay the conversation with Anne yesterday. Reviewing my “date” with Tara was mind-blowing. Tara was able to take away in one brief session so much of the anxiety that I’d been nurturing. It’s been like I was purposely growing weeds in the garden. Yes, Anne can tell me and that talks to my brain. But Tara shows me and that talks to my soul. I learn by doing.

The first thing that shook me in the conversation is when Anne just dropped “PTSD” into the conversation like it was already a given. I’d thought that that was all about returning Vietnam vets, but she explained that trauma is trauma and that’s what I was going through. And then she looked at me intently and told me how many PTSD suffering vets ended their pain the easy way and that’s why she’d taken me so seriously back when I ‘had’ a gun. (She still thinks that’s a past-tense, thankfully, and I tried not to give away my secret with my eyes.) She says it like an apology. I think she’s accepted my deception – that I wasn’t really going to do it. But I may yet.

The TV monitors on the wall of the gym all blare for a moment – apparently, someone accidentally turned on the volume and quickly turned it off.

I related to Anne how I was feeling during the encounter and get to the unfamiliar reaction to Tara’s playful ass-smacks, the feeling of being objectified and ordered, controlled… and that I kinda liked it and found comfort in it. Anne seemed to lean into the conversation more when I said that. She drew it out of me and I confessed to my titillation and curiosity in the ways of domination, swearing her to secrecy. She reassured me that what happened with her stayed with her and then we opened a whole new conversation. I don’t exactly know how she got through that wall with me, but Tara made it possible.

She pointed out that to do her dissertation on aberrant BDSM behaviors, that she needed to learn a lot about healthy ones. And she reassured me that there could be healthy ones. To be honest, that rankled me a little – thinking always about Cassie’s dalliances and how much I feared for our boys. We talked about what was healthy. And my responses.

She went through a long list of questions with me and said that she’d rate me sixty five percent dominant and thirty five percent submissive. Sticking her pen in her mouth she shrugged and said “That makes you a ‘switch'”, but had to explain the term to me. I was really curious why she even did that.

I guess I need to read up on this, I thought.

CLANG! Some lunk grunts and dropped his barbell.

She explained that my submissive side was from my emotional intelligence: that I was in tune with the person I was with and just wanted to make her happy. Then she blew me away by saying that’s what “will” (what? she said “will” like it was a foregone conclusion?) …what will also make me a good dominant.

I protested that I didn’t plan to go into the lifestyle, just understand it and she smiled knowingly. “Damian, you said it yourself. You learn by doing. But at the end of the day, it’s all about choices and you get to make your own.”

“But let’s explore that: you’ve said that before this thing with your wife, you were always a ‘man’s man’ in bed. Describe that.”

There’s a lot of noise as a Zumba class lets out from the exercise room and people are walking down the hall.

“Um… well… taking control. Making her feel protected by someone unconditionally strong. F…fucking her brains out and driving her to orgasms. Taking her like a man does. Making babies.”

“OK, good. But… why?”

That’s a harder question than it sounds. “Because that’s what real men do…?” She looked at me skeptically and it was clear she thought that was a cop-out answer. “OK… because… that’s what women need, right? A feeling of strength and protection. A feeling that they are… stimulating to their man. They need… fuck, I don’t know… they need the role model… An Alpha.”

She took the pen out of her mouth to say, “so… you really acted that way because you thought it was what your wife needed from you…?”

I nodded. That was the right thing to say, wasn’t it? Really, I liked the feeling of doing it for them. I like that they get off: it validates me.

“What did she need?”

That question seemed easy, but again: hard. The more I thought, the more it made me sad. “I don’t know anymore. Something… different, beşiktaş escort maybe?”

“Look, Damian… don’t get me wrong. Your motivations were noble. You were doing it for her. That makes you a helluva guy. Maybe next time, you could to learn how to communicate better about what your next partner really wants and needs. And maybe you could communicate better what you want and need. And to do that, you need to start with communicating to yourself.”

Why does this idiot next to me feel like he has to grunt each time he pulls the weight?

“So, what I’m saying is… maybe macho-man works for some women. Maybe gentle-man works. Maybe sensitive-man works. Maybe… maybe submissive-man works. Maybe dominant-man works. Maybe equal-partner-man works. Or maybe all those guys have to adapt to the situation… what she needs at the time.

“But the important thing goes back to your motivation. You’ve already recognized that you act as you do because you’re trying to meet your partner’s needs. That is so… so… wonderful, Damian. You are the perfect man in this. Maybe it’s just time for you to learn more repertoire in how to do that…?”

So, we tentatively agreed to add light dominance/submission play to my goal list with Tara, but holding it until Anne could teach me more about doing it right. She said it would be good for my recovery: to understand Cassie a bit better will help me toward truly forgive her, freeing me to move on.

She said I’d made great progress with Tara.

I left her office wondering if I would ever be the same man again, still unsure if it was even a thing that I wanted to do… really. But, yeah… I did. I spoke it to the universe and the universe accommodated.

I pack up my stuff, hit the shower and go home.

—

This time, we skip the dinner part and go straight to my place.

“Maybe next time, we’ll do it in the park or something,” Tara teases while awkwardly jumping on one foot trying to get her too-tight jeans off the other one.

When the doorbell rings, she giggles and runs her naked body into the bedroom as I pay the pizza delivery guy with a little extra tip: I am feeling generous.

We eat the pizza, her in the nude chatting away – like her nudity was nothing and we are at a street café somewhere. “I don’t like clothes. They cover the body, but also cover the soul. I am who I am… What you see is what you get and all…” she laughs at her trite repartee and encourages me to try it: “go on, handsome… take off your clothes. I’d love to see you again…”

“Ummmm…” I think awkwardly. After being conditioned conservatively for years by having kids in the house, it felt unnatural to be natural. “Okay, I’m game. You’ve seen it all anyway” as I strip and ultimately pull down my underwear, I remember she hasn’t actually seen it all, but she’s seeing it now: in all its raging glory.

She whistles and asks if she can touch it. I gird myself and nod. She reaches and touches it, gently, reverently. Then she bends over and gives it the gentlest of kisses.

I imagine myself exploding on her face… but that only happens in porn.

She thanks me, whistles again and says, “now, that’s what I’m talking about. When I call you my ‘big boy.'” She turns her head a little to the side and points coquettishly “that’s what I’m talkin’ about.” Then, like a dog distracted by a squirrel, her attention snaps and she devours the pizza on her plate as if she’d been discussing the weather. She’s such a contradiction of on and off. Hot and cold. Invested and detached. Animal and witty intellectual. And I find all of that a major turn-on. We finish and she hands me the massage oil and drags me to the bedroom. “Now you do me. I’ve been looking forward to this all weekend.”

I don’t know what I expected when Anne told me I’d be seeing a sex surrogate, but this was not it. I liked it, but it wasn’t at all what I expected.

She flops on my bed face-down like a child flops in a pool and giggles “do me!”

I laugh and she laughs back. I guess I still expected something more reserved and subdued, but I realize she is very intuitive. She reads me like a book, finds the chapter on “how to break walls” then executes it flawlessly. I’m ensnared.

I start working her shoulders, conscious and slightly embarrassed of my hard-on bouncing off her back. I ask her to give me feedback about what works for her – harder, softer, faster? Just asking the question makes her say “awwww” and moan in delight about how thoughtful I am… she says she likes it slow and very, very deep. I’m afraid I’ll hurt her, but somehow feel good and macho about showing her, also, that I can be strong and make her like it. Maybe that’s the dominant in me. (Why am I thinking in these terms?!?!) We chat idly and she moans a lot as I move down her back.

Then she says it.

“That bitch Cassie has to be crying for what she lost.”

BOOM! etiler escort My thoughts explode. I stop. Breathe. Carefully and in a controlled monotone, I say “She’s not a bitch.”

I still feel in my primal heart that I have to defend my mate. But she’s not my wife. My wife is gone. And she is a bitch. But she’s really that sweet girl I married and… AAAARRRGH! I start shaking, suddenly feeling vulnerable and like I want to cry. I’m embarrassed that I reacted over such a small thing as if I were a soldier when a hand grenade went off nearby. I get up and sit on the edge of the bed. Tara asks if she can hold me: I think she realizes she said the wrong thing; or maybe it was the right thing and she intended this, I don’t know. Maybe I had to confront it. Maybe it was too early. But. I give Tara permission and she holds me from behind. My erection is gone. There I am again: emasculated. She apologizes and asks me if I want to talk about it. I can’t find the words, so I just say “No. No thanks.”

The mood is shot. After a few minutes, I sigh and look at her over my shoulder apologetically. We both know it’s ruined. As I’m putting my gym shorts on, I feel guilty that I gave her only the start of a backrub and ask halfheartedly if she wants me to finish. But neither of us has heart in it so we don’t.

On her way out, she apologizes again, hugs me and kisses my cheek. She doesn’t feel obligated to give me the attachment lecture tonight, since it’s really clear. So, she leaves, encouraging me to talk to Anne. It strikes me hard that they’re doing a team therapy, so she’ll probably call Anne in the morning to tell her what happened and they’ll be talking about me behind my back. Like everyone. It makes me feel exposed and little again.

I pull the key to the safe from out of my pocket…

—

“Yeah, Damian… I was debating against myself about starting this therapy so early in your recovery. You need to put your wife behind you to move on and clearly you haven’t.”

I’m staring at that damn yellow water spot on the ceiling. I feel so defeated that I’ve let myself lie down on the couch. Now I’m the cliché.

We talk about my feelings… not my strongest conversation area, but it flows smoothly. We talk about unresolved feelings and the dichotomy of loving and hating Cassie at the same time. And how I’m weirdly impressed and phenomenally disappointed and… was that a trichotomy of feelings? A quadchotomy? I could go on. I laugh to myself: a googlechotomy.

We talk about the boys. I truly think Anne is almost as concerned for them as I am. They really are devastated that we’ve broken apart, but without Cynthia coming over anymore, they are no longer projecting the sense of betrayal they feel on my behalf; I think they’re still convinced that I left their mother because of something she did and they feel like Cynthia was a part of that something. We both are telling them it’s all stuff that is between us, and doesn’t affect our love for them: they have loving parents who care about them. I do everything I can to make sure they don’t hate Cassie: they need the reassurance that they have a healthy mother… err… even if she’s not.

Anne also arranges for me to attend a “group therapy” session for the victims of cheating and abusive spouses. Ironically, I wonder if I’m going to see Cassie there: what was my cheating compared to her BDSM cheating and abuse? Anne reassures me that I don’t have to say anything there, but just knowing I’m not alone will be helpful.

Then the conversation turns back to Tara. Anne and I agree that I should keep trying with her and play it out at least one more time. I make my next appointment with Anne for Monday and she says she’ll take care of scheduling the next appointment with Tara the Sunday before.

I leave the office feeling a tad bit better; I’m trying to put the difference between how I was before and after Tara’s visit into perspective. Really, not that much had happened for it to swing my mood so hard. Objectively, nothing has changed between me and Tara. Man up, Damian. What is wrong with me?

Anne calls me later and surprises me by explaining that I was going to start my next session with Tara at my gym. I was to play her “personal trainer.” That’s unique; is it roleplaying?

I’m thinking about it, then, as I’m going into the elevator at work, my cellphone chimes and I look at messages.

Oh, god… there it is. I’ve been praying for and dreading this text for three months.

It’s from Cassie. “I’d like to talk. Can we please meet for coffee or something?”

One part of my brain is screaming “finally!” and another is screaming “FUCK, no!” But I have to put that war on truce as the elevator door opens. I’m feeling more confident at work finally: a little more in control. I can’t let Cass’s ghost follow me off the elevator and sabotage me. Again. So, I tuck that away back beyoğlu escort in my brain somewhere, blow it off and resolve for a good day. I pound through the work and by redoubling my attention I accomplish a lot and really do some things to help motivate my team. I finish the day feeling good about what I did and let Cassie’s message stay archived in the back of my brain. I grab a couple drinks on the way home and crash.

I awaken Saturday morning to another message from Cass… “please don’t ghost me. It’s important that we talk.” I slam a fast, sharp reply into the phone but hesitate before I hit ‘send.’ The end of a relationship is like the beginning… every word you say matters so I need to consider my reply. About ten minutes later, she amends “To be clearer… I need to talk. I want to talk.”

Shit. Delay delay delay. I don’t know how to respond before I talk to Anne. When did I lose all my confidence? “Hi, Cassie. Was working hard yesterday… sorry. Give me a couple days to get my head together about this, OK?”

Then she replies like the consummate therapist I knew. “That’s fine. Take the time you need. I’m here and ready to talk when you are.”

This is Cassie’s weekend with the boys. Saturday is usually my gym day, but I decide to wait so I can work out on Sunday when Tara does. I laugh to myself; I’m not really trained as a personal trainer, but, heck, why not? So, I spend the day shopping, of all things. I’m lost. I’m looking for something, anything, that I can put in my apartment that’s all me. A statement. Something new. I want nothing with memories of my shattered relationship with my damn wife. I envision a grand statement of a centerpiece for the table, a flowing abstract sculpture for the shelves, an exotic piece of furniture or a wall hanging that just cries out “masculine world: females beware!” Something that gives the place a more personal touch.

After the whole day shopping, I finally get a coffee mug. It’s my favorite shade of blue.

At least I got something.

I go home too depressed to even drink. I turn on the TV, but don’t turn up the sound. I open my laptop and search for porn… but there’s nothing there that does anything for me. Limp dick city. I search out BDSM porn with guys whipping women, find one and try to imagine that that’s me and Cassie: but the faces blur and it becomes Cassie whipping me; I slam the laptop shut and go make myself a protein shake with a shot of whiskey.

I grab the key and get ready for bed. Maybe I just get it over with tonight. Fuck.

—

Sunday comes and weirdly, I feel good about it. Energized. I can do this! I’m supposed to meet Tara at 11:00. I get on my running gear and pound a couple laps around the park, go home and shower, then off to the gym. I put on my best gym clothes – and a sleeveless shirt because it looks good on me. Shows the guns: the other ones. I’m feeling good!

As I go to the gym, I hear that schoolboy voice in my head… something about getting laid. With an effort I try to stop the many dissenting voices and let my mood carry me.

Tara shows up a couple minutes late, clearly out of her element. She’s wearing a pair of jean shorts and a t-shirt without a bra. A little sweat and she’s going to regret that choice: or, heck, nudist that she is, maybe not.

I hug her for a minute, until it all feels okay again. She hugs me in a sensuous way: virtually melting her soft body into mine and holding me way too long. I sign her in and show her around. I ask her what she ate for breakfast and give her advice on a better pre-workout meal, promising her a pile of protein after our workout.

I show her how to use the machines as we go. Somewhere in the mean part of my brain, I scoff momentarily at the tiny numbers she’s pushing, but I have to hand it to her that she’s really putting in the effort.

There’s something beautiful about her strain. And the way her pierced nipples shape her t-shirt. I can’t help feeling like I’m seeing a new kind of beauty here: one I’ve never fully appreciated. First, I didn’t need to concern myself with other body types for sixteen years. Cassie was mine and I was hers and she stayed pretty fit for me. That was great! Then I was with Lily and she’s got that hot young hard bod going on. Now I’ve spent three months in the gym looking at hard bodies walking by. Tara is a complete change from anything that ever even started to represent lust for me. But still, the little brain thought for the big one and started to point the way. She was attractive! In a new and exciting way.

Ironically, Tara rests between reps on the abs machine and takes that moment to point out a hard-bodied gymnast-type in tight colorful spandex; she whispers to me that the girl was checking me out when my back was to her. Then she sits up and points to a girl in yellow and says “she was too.” And then she points to the MILFS on the treadmills “and them.

“It really turns me on that they want you but I have you” and she winks at me and bites her lower lip hopefully.

My heart swells… and my little buddy too. I smile back. Then she gets back to work until I slow her down a couple machines later, admonishing her not to push it too hard all at once. We do stretching exercises, then head back to the locker rooms.

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Step

My girlfriend and her magic fingers

I was home from college and taking it easy for the winter holiday. Nights were spent with my sweetie, movies, dinners and a little smooching. After taking her home I would spend some time with my favorite occupation. Playing with my penis and working up a good orgasm. Life was good.

My father had remarried when I was young and as a result Angus was kind of my mom now. Even though I called her mom most of the time she kind of acted like a big sister or close friend. She thought Step was wonderful and encouraged our romance. One morning at breakfast she asked me if we were being safe. When it dawned on me what she was asking I confessed that we were not doing what she was suggesting. “Oh really, you’re not? Why not? You guys are young. Hormones have to be flowing. Wow, I am surprised. Step is such a lovely girl and seems to be open minded. What is her problem if I might ask?”

When I told mom there wasn’t a problem. We, well actually, I wasn’t ready for it yet. She was ok with my decision and we could wait if that’s what I wanted. Several times Step had kind of hinted that we might do a little more but didn’t push it. Mom seemed a bit shocked but dropped the subject and asked if I was going to help clean the basemen this morning?

After lunch Step was coming over and we had planned a walk in a local park, fast food and then a movie.

I was in the shower when she arrived. Mom hollered up the stairs to hurry up my girl was here and waiting. When I came down Step was blushing and when I asked her if she was feeling ok she acıbadem escort said she was. Mom just added that they were having a little girl to girl talk and when I pressed for more was told to mind my own business. We had a good day and I was beginning to think about maybe it was time to take our relationship a little further. Later that night as normal, I masturbated to the picture of Step in my head.

The next night as we sat by the lake hugging and stuff, she took my hand and placed it on her breast. Oh, it did feel good. Maybe it was time to go a little further but when I tried to reach under her skirt she stopped me, “No Franklin. Not here. Just do what you’re doing.” We spent another fifteen minutes or so just hugging and kissing and me holding that breast. I thought one time she might touch me but her hand just rested on my upper thigh.

Apparently she wasn’t in a hurry either. Or so I thought.

Sunday morning I was still in bed. I had woken up with another erection. I thought that last night’s jerk off session would have taken care of me but there it was, hard and waiting. My boxers were hanging from one ankle and the sheets were down by my feet and one hand was fondling my nut sack in anticipation of what was going to happen next.

Only the next thing was a knock on my door and starting to swing open. I really should learn to lock it. Mom knew no bounds. Only as I pulled up the sheet to hide my excitement it was Step standing there. “Good morning sleepy head. It’s almost noon you promised we would drive up dudullu escort to the vineyards today.”

Then she stopped and stared. The bulge in the sheet may have given me away. “Oh Franklin, I’m sorry…Are you…Umm…needing some more time? Should I just go back downstairs and see your mom?”

She turned to leave and then just as quickly turned back and closed the door. “Let me see it.”

“What.”

“Your penis…I want to see it. I’ve never seen one. A real one I mean. Let me see it.”

I was stammering and not knowing what to do when she took control. With a couple of steps she was at my bed and just like that she pulled the sheet away exposing me in all my glory. “Oh Franklin, that is so wonderful. Can I touch it?”

Before I could answer her thumb and finger were holding me. Kneeling on the edge of the bed she leaned down at looked at me. Her mouth was hanging open and her blue eyes big. As she leaned back and let go she demanded, “Show me how you do it. Masturbate for me. I want to see you doing it. Come on show me.”

Fool that I am, lying her naked with my fully dressed girlfriend watching, I did. Slowly and wondering why was I doing this? It’s insane; I’m masturbating and letting my girlfriend watch.

Until…”Ok now it’s my turn.” She pulled my hand away and took over. This was so much better than me doing it myself. Her soft hand felt so great. Why hadn’t I ever let this happen?

Just as she asked, “Am I doing it right?”

The door opened again. “Oh, sorry, I’ll just leave you two to bağdat caddesi escort it.” Stepping back and closing the door. I could hear her saying, “In the future you should lock your door.”

“That was so cool. My mom would have a fit if she caught me giving some guy a hand job. Could I come over every morning? You know and do this? It will help with my education. I could base my thesis on how to give an orgasm by hand. I am going to do that right? You are going to do that aren’t you? Orgasm I mean. Should I be doing something else? Are you getting close? Help me out here. I’m kind of a novice at this, you’re my first one.”

I was getting into it. My mom popping in kind of slowed me down but Step was getting me close again. But it felt so good I didn’t want it to end too soon. No, I could have enjoyed this for the next several hours. If something didn’t spoil it. The feelings were boiling up inside me.

“Slow down for a bit. Don’t hurry; let me feel every stroke of your hand. Ya, like that. Ever so softly and slowly, this is wonderful. Why did we wait? I’m such an idiot.”

Even at the slower speed I was getting closer and closer. “Now…faster…ya…Like…That…Oh…Here it comes.” I was exploding. Juice was flying ever where. Oh Step. What she did to me. I had died and gone to heaven.

“Please stop. I’m sensitive right now. Give me a few minutes and we can try again. Just let me recover. I wouldn’t want to get in the way of your school project.”

A knock on my door, “If you guys are done for now, anybody want some lunch? Step, Franklin everything ok in there?”

“Yes mom, things are good in here. We’ll be down later. We’ll come down in time for dinner, if that’s ok with you.”

The end

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The beginning.

Charles was away on business and would normally have been at home over the weekend but he had an important meeting on the following Monday, so he decided to stay over for the weekend. He told Sybil that one of his clients had invited him to his small farm out in the country for the weekend and that he had a pool table and a small boat on a lake which helped Charles make a selfish difficult decision to stay. He said that it was out of mobile range but left a landline number for any emergency but as they lived in a secure marina development with restaurants and coffee shops, he felt she would be safe.

Sybil was quite conservative in her manner and dress whilst looking classy. She liked conversation and could strike up a conversation easily with young and older males and females.

She was 5,7 ft tall and had a good womanly figure with short styled blue tinged silver hair with good legs and her breasts were still firm with large nipples she was very attractive and looked sexy without realizing it. She had looked good all her life and was a virgin when she met Charles in their youth. Her husband Charles had often told her that a lot of guys would consider her as a milf ( mother I’d like to fuck ) especially younger men, and on a number of occasions had tried to chat her up, she laughed these off but did tell Charles on some occasions, liking the attention from all parties.

Sybil had always remained faithful to Charles but sometimes wondered if he had strayed but he always said no he hadn’t, Charles always had a thing about older mature women when he was younger and wished he could have had sex with an older woman when he was younger, especially a with a classy attractive woman like Sybil. He still has these thoughts sometimes and can imagine how a young late teens teenager would go fuckolic crazy with excitement. Sybil had once said while having drinks with friends one evening that she would like to a have a toyboy before she goes, which was a real shocker but Charles just laughed it off due to the champagne.

Sexually she was quite reserved and didn’t like discussing sex especially if it was crude, but she had her moments throughout life and could let her hair down on rare occasions, these were rare and generally kept in check. This frustrated Charles at times but he had learnt to live with it, He still often tried to push boundaries. As she got older, she wasn’t so keen on having her nipples played with and sucked, however there were times she enjoyed the feeling. She did however like her pussy fingered, sucked and licked.

When she was younger and in the mood, she liked being fisted. She liked having sex in the missionary position legs wide open, on top with her nipples being sucked and played with and occasionally doggy style but this didn’t happen very often. One time while having a bit of passion she asked Charles to go and get some scissors and proceeded to cut holes in an old bra for her nipples to poke through to heighten the feeling, Charles thought Christmas had come early and he nearly did. Sybil generally liked sex and didn’t mind having it regularlarly.

Charles was in his mid-sixties 5,8 ft tall, silver hair, beard quite handsome but overweight and needing to get fitter, as he was starting to feel his age physically, which was beginning to slow him down. He enjoyed his life sex life and was game for anything being a bit of a voyeur he started to become interested in cuckolding ( watching men’s wives having kurtköy escort sex with other men ) life was tough when he was younger but was quite successful in the latter years now working for an international company which he enjoyed, his position involved quite a bit of travelling. This left Sybil to enjoy flower nurseries and socializing. They both enjoyed lunching at the wine estates on weekends, she being keen on wines. He enjoyed the fact that this relaxed her, hoping she would be more adventurous, this worked sometimes.

Sybil decided she would like a light evening meal and would decide what to eat when she arrived.

As it was Friday, being showered already in the morning she would like to look dressy, she went to her wardrobe and took out a French blue wrap over dress with light blue stripes which was just above the knee. She took out a pair of high line white lace panties and a white lace, transparent see through bra, her nipples were subtly visible but not too much although if she got cold, they would be prominent. Deciding on a white lace shawl with white hold up stockings to keep her legs warm if it got cold, with white 4-inch-high peep toe shoes complete with a white clutch handbag.

She walked to the restaurants and decided on an Italian restaurant which she knew quite well. It was quite busy and noisy. The waiter showed her a table which seated three. Sat and asked for a wine list and menu. She decided on a bottle of chenin blanc with a chicken salad. The wine arrived and was poured into a glass, a full bottle would make her tipsy which might help her sleep later. Looking round the restaurant was quite full of couples, young and old and groups. Across from her sat an elderly man in his late sixties. He was quite nice looking, about 6 ft and looked fit. Sybil noticed he was drinking white wine and eating pasta.

The waiter brought Sybil’s chicken salad and chatted with her briefly. She heard a voice say that’s an English accent I hear. Sybil looked up and realized he was talking to her. Not being rude she replied yes. They chatted across tables for a short while. George had seen her come in and thought she was very attractive. George could see under her table and noticed her dress was open mid-way up her thigh. He could just see what he thought was a stocking top and immediately started to get hard, this enticed him to keep chatting. Sybil couldn’t hear him properly and suggested that she would join him as she had not started eating. George said certainly and was quite pleased with himself. George was dressed in a navy blue, short sleeve shirt and beige slacks with polished navy slip on shoes.

They exchanged names and began to chat. George told Sybil he was out with some old naval friends but decided to leave them and have a bit of supper as he lived on his own since his wife had passed away two years ago. Sybil felt a bit sad for him especially when he told her he lived on his own, he had a son who lived overseas. They started to chat about various subjects, he mentioned he was a keen gardener and enjoyed wine tasting which held Sybils attention. Sybil by this time had two glasses of wine George poured her a third glass before she realized. She felt quite mellow and relaxed and enjoyed the conversation. Sybil did not feel threatened in any way. He seemed quite a gentleman and spoke quite softly but with a strong voice.

They both had at least three glasses of wine by beykoz escort 10:30. George suggested that she go to his house which was a secure estate, no strings attached as he really enjoyed her company, which he said was rare. George had ordered an uber for 10:45 and said he would get the same one to take her back. She said no and that has she told him previously she was happily married but also felt a bit lonely sometimes and knew it must be lonely for him. She relented and said she would on condition he made no advances he said he wouldn’t, she felt safer and trusted him. George gave the driver his address and told him to return at 11:50. Sybil felt comfortable with that and got in the taxi with him. It took 15 minutes to his home.

Sybil and George arrived at his home and thought it looked like a nice estate, well kept and secure. This made her feel comfortable but still felt a bit of betrayal just by being there. When she arrived at the house, it was a single level medium size but very well kept garden. Inside it was veery comfortable, lounge come dining area with a lazy boy armchair in soft light blue corduroy with a matching couch, an oak dining table with 4 chairs, oak coffee and side tables, oak wine rack well stocked, sideboard with photographs and ornaments including a cut glass decanter three quarters full of what appeared to be whiskey and glasses. George said to sit in the chair and asked he she would like a glass of wine or a small glass of redbreast whiskey, Sybil said she would like that. George sat opposite the sofa looking directly at her.

They chatted about plants and wine. He noticed her dress and fallen to one side and her legs were slightly open, he could see her lace stocking tops but not her panties. He started to get hard again. By this time Sybil was quite tipsy and her legs were open more and George could see her panties which had slipped into the crevice of her pussy. George was getting a real boner and found it difficult to concentrate on chatting. He got up and went to get a brochure on the whiskey to show Sybil. He stood behind the chair with his face next to hers with his hands either side holding the holding the brochure while they discussed the whiskey. Sybil could feel breath and his after shave which was quite intoxicating. George kissed the side of her neck and she trembled protesting but George kissed her again and she enjoyed it.

She said she had never done anything like this since she was married and felt guilty. George said to enjoy the moment as it would never come again. He told her if she would like he would give her a sleep mask which he had from travelling in business class from a recent trip. He went and got it and placed it over her eyes with a strap over her head. She took another sip of whiskey and relaxed a bit. George put his arms to the side and started kissing her neck again, he done this for a couple of minutes.

He then placed his arms either side of her shoulders and began a gentle massage, which she enjoyed relaxing even further by this time George was really getting worked up as he hadn’t had these feelings for two years. He moved hie hands down and slowly opened the top of her dress revealing her lace bra. Heer could see her nipples and slowly moved his over the bra. Sybil sighed and he felt her nipples stiffen. He massaged them for a minute or two making them really hard. Sybil didn’t want it to stop. He eased the bra cups down until üsküdar escort her nipples sprung out of the top of the cups, He put each one between his thumb and forefinger tweaking them softly but they were rock hard all the while kissing her neck.

She began to moan, he did this for a minute or two moving his right arm down to the waist, he parted the dress sucking a deep breath when saw her panties and stocking tops. He moved his forefinger to the outside of her panties and moving in a circular motion by this time Sybil was moaning and breathing deeply. He had been in the navy for several years visiting various ports and he knew his way round women and what they liked. He continued to do this for some time still kissing her neck and alternatively tweaking her nipples. Sybil stared to buck up and down and he moved her panties to one side and put his finger on the top of her pussy still moving it in a circular manner.

He moved his face to the side and she turned her head and began kissing and tonguing him frantically. This continued for a few minutes, he then pushed two fingers in and began to explore using his thumb to stroke the top of her pussy. This was an ecstasy for Sybil. He was now getting seriously worked up. He moved to the front and unwrapped her dress kissing her legs and stomach. He kissed her again and placed his head between her legs pulling her panties to the side and proceeding to explore her while with his tongue. Licking and probing this went on for some time still using his hands to pull and tweak her rock hard nipples.

He took out his tongue and began to kiss her all the way up to her mouth they frantically kissed and tongued, she tasting her own juices. He stopped and took off his shirt and pants leaving his boxers on she moved her hand to his boxers and pulled out his cock. She felt his hardness, looking down she saw it was about eight inches long by now and two inches wide and was quite surprised having only Charles’s to compare. She moved her hand up and down slowly increasing in rhythm while he was fingering her, he leaned forward and kissed her with his cock resting on her breasts and then moving it up to her mouth w she began to kiss and suck it with greed.

Moving slowly down he kissed her and his cock rested on her pussy she gulped as it was right on the entrance, he stated to kiss and tongue her, she responded frantically as he slipped his cock inside her. She moaned as he moved up and down and from side to side pulling it out and stroking the top of her pussy this she loved and was bucking frantically trying to get his cock inside of her. Opening her legs wide with hands he began to fuck her frantically, they both climaxed shaking and breathing heavily.

He then kissed and asked if she would stay the night, she was tempted by the thought but said no. he got up pulled up his boxers while The uber driver phoned apologizing for the 45 minute delay which was due to an emergency and that he would be there in 15 minutes.

George asked Sybil if they could meet again but Sybil Saw this as being dangerous and did not want to be involve in an affair. She still loved Charles and wasn’t prepared to risk her marriage at this stage in her life. George gave her his number on a card. Which she took but had no intention of keeping.

They kissed and touched each other until the uber driver arrived and then bid their goodbyes.

Sybil arrived home 20 minutes later and was still trembling going over the feelings of ecstasy. She made herself a coffee and cleaned her makeup off, put on her nightie and laid on the bed for a while thinking about how much she enjoyed the sex.

She woke the next morning feeling a bit guilty but smiling to herself for enjoying the whole episode, thinking what she might have been missing these last few years.

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Author’s notes:

1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.

2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the author’s knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.

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Jude sat on his lap in their warm pool and leant back against his chest. She took another sip of her champagne.

“It doesn’t seem five years since I turned 18. So much has happened during that time. It’s been so wonderful making a life together,” she mused.

“Yes,” agreed Trevor, gently caressing her breasts as they bobbed at water level, “Your 18th birthday party was great but taking your cherry later that night was just wonderful. And what a fabulous place to do it; under the stars, on our blanket by the water, the moon shimmering on the slightly ruffled surface of the lake as the gentle breeze cooled the night enough to make cuddling together wonderful.”

“Mmmm, yes, but the best bit was when you penetrated me for the first time. I had been so nervous, even wondering if we should do it or not, but you were so gentle and firm with me. Firm in many senses of the words actually,” she giggled. “And it was just beautiful; all five times were just wonderful. I didn’t know you were so insatiable.”

“Well, I’d had a few years to stockpile before you turned 18, but after the floodgates were first released, there was simply no stopping us. You know, they say if you put a dollar in a jar for every time you make love in the first year, then take out a dollar every time after that, you’ll never empty the jar.”

“It would have had to be a huge jar for us then, honey, and we’d have both been broke.”

They both chuckled then she turned and kissed him tenderly.

“Anyway, I think I feel something pressing against my ass that would be better employed elsewhere,” she observed, taking his glass from his hand and placing them both on the side.

He lifted her up and wriggled down a little, then repositioned her so his cock head was at her entrance, holding her there in anticipation.

“Come on, darling, drop me on him. I want him inside me,” she pleaded.

Trevor released her and she dropped suddenly, impaling herself on his rampant cock.

“Oooof,” she exclaimed involuntarily, “Oooohhh, that feels soooo nice, sweetheart.”

He reached around her and began gently caressing her clit with one hand, her nipples with the other. She wriggled, pushing herself up and allowing herself to drop as she had done many times before. Every time she dropped she felt his long, thick cock press further into her, applying delicious pressure to the end of her vagina. After nearly ten minutes of this she held herself down hard and began a forward and backward motion, his cock withdrawing and inserting with each thrust. She felt her crisis approaching and began breathing heavily, gasping for breath, moving faster, harder until . . . .

“Yessss, I’m cumming,” she cried as she gripped him tightly with her pussy muscles and her body began shaking and trembling all over from passion.

Trevor held her firmly, squeezing her nipples as he knew she loved, until she slowly came down from her high. She swivelled around and hugged him, still keeping his hard cock inside her. They kissed deeply.

“Your turn now, darling,” she whispered in his ear, “How do you want me?”

“Stand up,” he told her.

She stood, noticing how long and hard his aroused cock was as it waved in the water. He positioned her facing the side of the pool, bent over the smooth edge, kneed her legs further apart and gazed lovingly at her sweet ass and pussy waiting for him. He moved behind her and with few preliminaries, slid his long cock into her gaping vagina until he was fully inside. He pumped into her hard, gripping her long hair and pulling her head backwards, causing her breasts to thrust out and her nipples to rub against the smooth pool edge as his cock thrust into her, again and again, deeply, insistently, taking full possession of her luscious vagina and bringing intense pleasure to them both.

It only took a few minutes before he approached his orgasm. He felt it building deep within his loins, an insistent need to explode, to spurt his potent seed deep within her vagina as it clenched and released his hard cock. A few more thrusts produced an increasing need. Hold on, he told himself, hold on, one more thrust, just one more , again, and then . . . .

“AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!” he screamed as he thrust deeply and stopped. Jude felt his urethra expand and contract as pulses of sperm pumped from him into her. She felt the added warmth in the end of her vagina, the sensation of love and completeness as he came inside her. She reached down and rubbed her clitoris, gently yet firmly, enough göztepe escort to push her over the edge a second time.

“Yes, yes, yes, ooohhhh, I’m cumming again, YESSSSS, AAAAARRRRGGGHHH!!” she screamed as she was once again overwhelmed with sensation.

After several minutes of relaxing together they came back to reality and slowly disentangled themselves. He withdrew his softening penis from her flowing vagina and she turned and melted into his arms, kissing each other deeply, pressing their bodies together as though by doing so they could become one.

“I love you,” Jude whispered in his ear.

“I know you do, sweetheart, and I love you also, darling,” Trevor whispered back to her.

After an eternity they parted, swimming and splashing a little in the pool, then climbed up the steps and began drying themselves. Once dry, them embraced, kissed and walked hand in hand inside to their bedroom where they curled up together and soon slept peacefully.

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“One of the women at work, Dale, had a chat with me today,” said Jude as she and Trevor sat on the deck in the evening having their customary glass of wine and sharing their days’ experiences. “She is very concerned about her daughter who, she feels, is becoming increasingly anti-social. Apparently this girl, Sharleen, turned 18 about 10 months ago but seems to have little interest in boys. She’s gorgeous, according to her mom, and is asked out on dates frequently but rarely accepts them and has never had any lasting relationship with a guy. Reading between the lines, I’d say she’s a virgin and I suggested to Dale that perhaps she’s afraid of sex. She hadn’t thought of that and told me she’d do some digging tonight and we’d talk about it tomorrow.”

“Hmmm, that’s certainly a possibility,” replied Trevor, “Some girls manage to go through puberty intact, never masturbating or even using tampons. I guess there’s a lot of stuff out there about the significance of virginity, about saving yourself for the man of your dreams and about how much it hurts the first time. Certainly enough to put some girls off, I’d say.”

“Yeah, I agree. You never seem to read about women who had no problems first time and for whom sex is wonderful and fulfilling, as it is for us.” Jude slipped her hand onto Trevor’s crotch and felt his semi-hard cock beneath his shorts. “Doesn’t take much to get you going, eh,” she smiled.

“With a sexy vixen sitting here talking about sex and virginity, no it doesn’t,” he agreed.

The subject under discussion changed and after they’d finished their drinks they went inside to complete the semi-prepared meal, ate at the table then watched some mediocre TV before going to bed to make love, as they usually did, before sleeping soundly.

The following evening their conversation regarding Sharleen resumed.

“Dale had a chat with Shar last evening and it seems she’s a virgin and is absolutely terrified of making love with a man and being penetrated for the first time. She’s heard about the pain it causes, has used pads not tampons, so is intact, and has apparently never masturbated herself. Can you image that; nearly 19 and never to have cum?”

“That must be unusual in this day and age. I mean, sex is everywhere. The Internet’s full of it. You just can’t live your life and not know the nuts and bolts of how to cum. Maybe she needs a really tender and sensitive guy, not like the slam, bam, thank you ma’am young guys out there.”

“Yes, I suggested that could be the case and I also offered her the option of making love with a wonderful sensitive understanding man first off.”

Trevor looked at her closely and noted the hint of a smile on her lips.

“Oh? And who did you suggest?” he asked.

“You.”

Trevor did a double take. His mouth dropped open and he was speechless for several seconds.

“You’ve got to be joking,” he replied at last, “You mean you’d be OK with me making love with a virgin 18 year old girl, popping her cherry, having real live sex with her, cumming inside her, the whole works?”

“Yes,” replied Jude, “And I’d be there to watch as well, of course. Think of it as a therapeutic sexual session. It’s not like you’d fall in love with her and run off with her, just provide the service of giving her a wonderfully loving and hopefully relatively pain-free first experience so she can live a normal life.”

“I’d have to think on this a while,” he replied. “You sure you’re OK with it?”

“Yes, darling, I am. I’ve thought about it most of the day. I also thought that undoubtedly there are shy guys out there who haven’t had sex and are maybe dysfunctional sexually, so maybe the therapeutic sessions could work both ways. Maybe I could help male virgins. How would you feel about that?”

Trevor’s silence was longer this time. At last he replied.

“I guess I’d be OK with that too, same conditions, I get to watch and maybe assist. You serious about this?”

“Yes, I am. It’s bostancı escort time we did our bit to assist others less fortunate and if this is our forte then let’s do it. I’ll see what response I get from Dale tomorrow. Meantime, I want to take you to bed and fuck you blind. I’m really horny after all this sexy talk.”

Jude reached down and in one motion stripped Trevor’s shorts off him, took a handful of his almost rigid cock and led him to the bedroom. Trevor, of course, followed willingly and within moments was deeply embedded inside Jude’s flowing vagina as she clawed his back with her nails and screamed her first of many orgasms to the ceiling.

The following day Dale took Jude aside into an interview room and nervously asked her if she was serious with her suggestion.

“Yes, I was and am very serious and Trevor’s also more or less agreed, once he came to terms with the fact that I was offering him the opportunity to make love with a beautiful 18 year old virgin,” she chuckled. “He was extremely surprised that I suggested it, but when I pointed out that maybe I could offer a similar service to shy guys, he was a little less enthusiastic.”

“Hmm, I don’t doubt that. That’s wonderful that he’s willing, and that you’re willing for him to be willing. I don’t think I know anyone else who would volunteer their husband for this. I had a deep and meaningful chat with Shar last night and she definitely realizes that she’s missing out but she tearfully told me that she’s terrified of sex and the pain she feels is totally inevitable. I suggested that possibly Trevor would be able to help her and she reluctantly agreed to meet him. Is next Saturday evening suitable for you both?”

“We’ve nothing planned so yes, it’s fine. Come on round for dinner to give Sharleen time to chat with Trevor and get to know him a bit as a person. By the way, did you mention it to Tom? I just wondered how he’d take it.”

“Tom really leaves all the decision making regarding Shar to me. He really has very little interest in her; far more with the new girlfriend he’s just started going out with. He’s relieved that he no longer has to pay alimony now Shar’s grown up and I think he’s making the most of it and trying to start a new life for himself.”

“Yes, that’s understandable. What about contraception, just in case they get that far on their first date, I guess it is?”

“Shar’s has been on the pill for a while. She had very erratic periods so they regulate those, so nothing to worry about there. We can just let Saturday go as it goes. Maybe they’ll just chat, maybe retire to the bedroom and do the deed. I guess what happens happens. No pressure either way is probably best.”

“Yes, I totally agree. Anyway, we’d better get back to work. Six pm Saturday for dinner, OK?”

“Yes, that’s great,” replied Dale, opening the door and returning to her work station. Jude remained in the room a few moments longer, collecting her thoughts, wondering if she’d make a stupid mistake in volunteering Trevor as Sharleen’s first lover, but then correcting herself, he would be the first to fuck her but he wasn’t her lover.

“He’s my lover,” Jude told herself quietly, “And always will be. He’s just offering assistance to Sharleen to help her move on with her life.” Having decided that, she decisively put the situation from her mind and walked back to her desk.

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The deadline approached quickly. While Jude spent time in the kitchen preparing a beautiful meal, Trevor spent time grooming himself, trimming his short goatee beard, cleaning and filing his finger nails so he wouldn’t accidentally scratch Sharleen and put a dampener on the evening, and generally preparing himself both mentally and physically for the encounter. He wore casual clothes in which he felt comfortable and eventually popped into the kitchen to see how the catering was progressing.

“Mmm, you smell nice,” Jude complimented him, “My favorite after shave. How’re you feeling?”

“Probably as nervous as Sharleen is. It’s like it’s my first time. I just hope I can get the old fella up and he behaves himself.”

“I’m absolutely certain you have nothing to worry about in that department, darling,” smiled Jude as she kissed him tenderly, “If I keep this up for a few minutes you’ll undoubtedly get hard; you always do.”

“Yes, sweetheart, but that because it’s you.”

“You mean, it’s me not a beautiful 18 year old virgin,” corrected Jude with a chuckle.

“OK, I take your point. Just don’t give me heaps because I agreed to your suggestion, eh. So I’ll probably enjoy it, who wouldn’t? But that doesn’t mean I’m going to run off with her. It’s you I love, darling, so please just remember that. OK honey?”

“Yes, I do take get that and I do thank you for volunteering and I know that after this incident we will still be the same people and love each other just as much.” Jude wrapped her arms around Trevor and they kissed each other tenderly tuzla escort and lovingly.

Trevor helped set the table then answered the door as Jude finished the last minute details. She went to the lounge just as Dale and Sharleen walked in from the other door, closely followed by Trevor. She met Trevor’s eyes and barely suppressed a grin as he licked his grinning lips espressively. Introductions were brief and informal then Dale sat on one two seater couch and Jude quickly sat beside her, leaving Shar and Trevor to share the other one.

Dale and Jude chatted away amiably for a few minutes then Trevor asked about drinks and left to prepare what the women had requested. He returned with a tray and handed them around then sat beside Sharleen once again, this time facing more towards her, and began a conversation about her studies. Sharleen quickly impressed him as being a very thoughtful speaker who could express her opinions easily and clearly and before long they were deeply engrossed in discussing English romantic poets, a subject in which Trevor had a passing interest and Sharleen was current studying.

After a half hour or so, Jude and Dale went to the kitchen to dish dinner, leaving Trevor and Sharleen together in the lounge. Trevor decided it was time to broach the subject that was undoubtedly uppermost in Sharleen’s mind; but how to do it.

“So do you go out for dinner very often?” he asked.

“Not really. Some of my friends are out every weekend and often during the week, but I possibly get out about once a month or so.”

“Why’s that?”

“To be totally honest and in view of the fact that we both know what a possible outcome will be from our meeting, because I’m shit scared of sex.”

Trevor breathed a sigh of relief; at least it was out in the open now.

“Why?”

“Because my girlfriends tell me it hurts terribly the first time. If I could have it a second time without having a first time, that would be great, but I can’t. And if I go out with a boy he will probably expect to take me home and sleep with me, at least if I go out several times with him. So I never go out more than once and even that once I’m totally scared all night in case he decides to rape me or something. I’d love to be able to go out with boys and maybe even look forward to intimacy, but I can’t.”

Sharleen’s voice trembled to a stop and tears ran from her eyes. It was all Trevor could do to stop himself wrapping the poor girl in his arms and comforting her, but he suspected that such a move could cause rejection, so sat quietly. Sharleen made the first move, sliding towards him and wrapping her arms around him tightly as she sobbed quietly.

“I . . I’m so scared,” she sobbed into his neck.

Trevor eased his arms around her and gently held and comforted her, allowing her to sob against him, hearing her sobs gradually quieten until they simply held each other, unmoving. He heard someone enter the room and looked up to see Jude there, then watch as she smiled at him and quietly left. They remained embraced for a few more minutes then Sharleen pulled away a little and smiled at him.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I shouldn’t be such a scaredy cat. Thank you for letting me release these pent up tensions.”

“That’s fine,” replied Trevor, “And I think dinner’s ready so let’s go eat.”

Sharleen held him tightly, then reached her lips towards him and kissed him on the cheek. After a few seconds Trevor pulled away a little, turned and met her kiss with his lips. They remained together, lips against each other’s, then broke the kiss. Trevor stood, offered Sharleen his hand and together they walked to the table hand in hand.

Dinner conversation was general and non-controversial. The meal was, of course, delicious, as was the wine that accompanied it. After the main, Dale and Jude cleared the table and went to the kitchen to prepare dessert and, no doubt, compare notes on progress. Trevor and Sharleen turned a little towards each other and continued the discussion of inconsequential things. After a few minutes Trevor felt a hand on his knee and slowly placed his hand on top of it, then gently stroked Sharleen’s fingers. He felt her had rubbing his thigh slightly and moved surreptitiously to allow her to move her hand higher up his leg, all the time continuing the conversation as though nothing untoward was happening. The situation was just becoming quite exciting when Dale and Jude re-entered the room bearing plates filled with dessert. Quickly Sharleen removed her hand and turned once more towards the table.

After a delicious dessert, Dale suggested that she and Jude would tend to the dishes while Trevor could take Sharleen into the lounge once again. This time Sharleen had no hesitation in cuddling close to Trevor, reaching her lips up to give him a kiss, which he responded to, locking their lips together with his hand gently pressing the back of her head. It was a long, loving, lingering languorous kiss that left them both breathless and caused Trevor’s penis to harden until it was uncomfortably tenting his trousers, a situation which Sharleen rapidly observed.

“Oh, you poor thing,” she said teasingly, “Did I cause that?”

“Yes, sweetheart, you did,” he replied, using the term of endearment completely unconsciously.

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Chapter 1

My husband left me for a younger woman, well more a girl, when I was 27yo. My one really close female friend was a massive comfort to me. I was a mess and Jan supported me through the months that followed. Jan is married to John with a son, Max, who was nearly 18yo and a widowed father in law, Len, living with her. Other than Jan the one thing that helped me in those early months was my trips to the gym and my night classes. I went to the gym every day before work and most days at the weekend. The evening classes were once a week at the local college.

Even at the college I moved to when 18yo I was teased about my small boobs and slightly boyish looks not that this kept the boys away. My body had filled out since my school days but my boobs were still not as big as I would have liked. They had become even firmer with all the gym work and for some reason my nipples had got even bigger sitting high on my boobs. Much to my relief my backside that had been described as boyish did fill out. The training did leave it very well toned. I had never been very happy with my body but the looks I received when in the gym did make me more confident. The teenage boys ogled completely openly, the old men were more subtle with the others pretending, not always successfully, not to notice me.

I was angry with my ex-partner and not wanting any man to hit on me but the anger did leave me wanting to tease other gym users. I bought new kit that showed my body off as sexually as I could get away with. I dispensed with a bra whenever possible and also ditched my thongs. I think I went too far on occasions when wearing my new kit with nothing underneath. It was good to see the effect on the men at the gym but also led to me becoming even more aware of my own sexual frustration. I have always had a high sex drive and not having a partner to share it with for the first time in years was really tough. I expected to masturbate regularly but for some unknown reason found any attempt failed and lead to greater frustration.

In the end I shared my sexual frustration with Jan. Her simple response was why not enjoy a few one-night stands with no commitment. I agreed that it sounded like the perfect solution but said it just didn’t appeal. We had been drinking wine all evening and I was all over the place mentally. Jan’s husband John was working away for a few days and as was usual Len was in his own room, or down at the pub. When it was time for me to leave I was in tears and Jan hugged me as I stood up. My crying changed to sobbing violently. All my frustrations hit me and I sank into Jan’s arms.

“Why don’t you stay here tonight? You are in no condition to drive home.”

I didn’t reply but allowed her to lead me up to her bathroom. She turned the shower on and turned to me. She took the hem of my summer dress and pulled until I put my arms above my head to allow her to remove it completely. My lack of bra made me feel vulnerable and I covered my naked boobs. Jan stood back and looked very hesitant. She initially looked like she was going to take hold of my panties but instead turned and went into her bedroom. It left me confused – had she wanted to strip me and maybe join me in the shower. Had I wanted her to do so? My body was alive as I soaped myself, paying particular care between my legs.

Jan is around twelve years older than me and I had never thought about her, or any other female, sexually. She had a good figure for her age but I had never really thought about it. As I showered I thought a lot about it. I had no experience with other women and I was not sure whether I wanted one now. I was sure that Jan had decided against any further physical contact until she returned to the bathroom completely naked. Her substantial boobs drooped a little but the position of her huge dark nipples high up took my eyes away from the droop. Her stomach was flat and took my eyes down to her dark bush. It was trimmed, not thick but substantial. I was naked, as I had not picked up the towel to dry myself when she held me with both arms and kissed me on my forehead. As naked as I was it was an act more caring in nature than sexual. I dried myself as she showered and was lying in her bed well before she finished brushing her teeth.

It was a hot summer evening and I started lying on top of the covers. I didn’t have any nightwear with me and anyway I always slept naked. As I heard her toothbrush go quiet I panicked and slipped under the thin sheet. When she arrived naked in the bedroom she didn’t jump straight into bed but cleared up a few things and in the process displayed her nudity to me. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed the view and was disturbed to find that without thinking I found my fingers playing between my legs.

“Don’t stop doing that on my behalf. I am sure that you would feel a lot better if you carried on until the inevitable happens.”

Saying this she pulled the sheet off my body and added,

“My god you look fit. If I was a man…… kurtköy escort well let’s just say you look great.”

My instinct had been to take my fingers away from my crotch and close my legs. What I had done was open my legs further and find my clit. My pussy was on fire and I was completely unable to stop what I was doing even though Jan was now smiling down on me as I openly masturbated. I had never masturbated with an audience but it felt wonderful. Everything in my world changed in the next two minutes. Jan sat next to me and while keeping eye contact with me lent forward and took my bullet-hard nipple in her mouth. She sucked it and licked it while it was still in her mouth. No single contact with my body had ever had such a dramatic effect. My orgasm was only a question of when not if. Jan now amazed me by taking hold of my arms and hands and removing them from my pussy.

I screamed at her but had not finished complaining when the joy of my orgasm overwhelmed me. Jan had only been touching my one nipple for seconds but my nipple was right at the center of a devastating climax. I was loud as I cursed her praised her and pleaded with her. My vocalization only seemed to add to my pleasure a pleasure that rumbled on beautifully until ebbing gently away. When Jan shifted her position I wondered whether she was moving into a position where I could repay the compliment.

How wrong I was as Jan pushed my legs towards my chest opening them as she did. Her mouth covered the area from above my clit down nearly as far as my anus. After that I don’t know exactly what she did but it felt great. I have never experienced more than one orgasm in a session usually because my clit is far too sensitive. This just didn’t seem to be a problem as Jan refused to let me come down from my sexual high. My heart was beating fast and hard and pleasure was flowing through my veins. I wasn’t building towards a second orgasm but it felt wonderful. I couldn’t resist playing with my nipples as Jan did lovely things between my legs. Reluctantly I accepted that I would not cum again until Jan shifted position slightly and slid a finger deep into my bottom. There was no resistance and no discomfort as she gently fucked my bottom with a single finger. Her mouth and tongue focused on my clit and were far firmer than they had been. My fingers also became more aggressive as my body tried to prepare me for another climax. When it arrived it was much more conventional than the first as my clit led the way. There was nothing violent about the waves that rolled through my body for what seemed never ending. I didn’t collapse when it finished like I often do but simply relaxed totally.

Jan was soon lying next to me holding my head to her shoulders. I asked her how I could repay the pleasure and she simply told me to relax and sleep. I felt very guilty for doing nothing for Jan but managed to comply with her suggestion very quickly. I slept for ten hours straight before being woken by a radiant Jan with a cup of coffee. She told me that Len was cooking a fry up for the three of us and that she had an appointment at the doctors in 45 minutes time.

I was downstairs having borrowed a long tee shirt from Jan’s wardrobe without giving it much thought. Len gave it plenty of thought as I entered the kitchen diner. He invited me to sit at the table with my back to the window. It was an excellent breakfast that I felt very hungry for. Len buzzed around pouring me more coffee and generally being very attentive. Jan called me to her as she left the room to go to her appointment.

“Len has always said that you were ‘sex on a stick’. Right now you have him totally besotted. It may be something to do with the fact that that tee shirt is totally transparent while you are backlit by the sun from the window. You look completely naked sitting where you have been. My father in law may be old but trust me he is still as randy as a mountain goat.”

I had only just woken up and what she said had totally thrown me. Len fancied the pants off me, I had been nearly naked for him to see and he was a randy old sod. I nearly ran upstairs to safety but decided to bluff it out. What he said next suggested that this was a mistake.

“I am not surprised that you had a real hunger this morning. It always makes me hungry too. You look absolutely radiant this morning. I am sure you are so much more relaxed right now.”

The night before I had not thought about Len and I know I had been loud, very loud when in the throws of ecstasy. I knew he had heard more than I was comfortable but I was not ready to openly admit it to him.

“I don’t know what you thought you heard but I am sure you are wrong.”

I could not remember exactly what I had screamed while having my orgasms but he seemed to know exactly. He not only repeated my cries of ecstasy but also enjoyed doing so with lots of feeling. I knew he knew exactly what had gone on and I was completely compromised. He beykoz escort might be closer to seventy than sixty but the energy and twinkle in his eyes were bright and sexy. With a smile that disturbed me he responded.

“I know exactly what I heard and I am delighted that your orgasms were so spectacular. I am sure my son would be very interested to hear how my daughter in law and you entertained each other last night. I think I owe it to him to tell him what I heard. Tell me why I should not tell him.”

“Please, it just happened I was just upset and Jan comforted me and things got out of hand. I have never been with a woman before last night. What good would come of you telling John? Jan was just trying to help me.”

“If you were my daughter I would put you over my knee and spank you very hard. I am very tempted to treat you as I would a daughter.”

“But I am not your daughter and you do not look at me like a father would. Please don’t tell John.”

“You are right I do not look at you or think of you like a daughter. You do have the most spank-able bottom I remember seeing. Have you ever had your bottom spanked?”

I have no idea why I felt it necessary to lie but denied it so strongly I am not sure I was convincing. I had not been spanked many times but had enjoyed receiving the spankings more than my ex had enjoyed spanking me.

“I might spare you the embarrassment of a spanking but only if you make it worth my while. You need to be very compliant and even a little submissive. Now go over to the window, the view through the shirt is very provocative, very arousing. There that is beautiful but now turn all the way round.”

I didn’t hesitate to comply finding his dominant attitude very exciting. The fact that he had only asked me to parade myself with the shirt on surprised me. Was I going to get away with a little bit of exhibitionism? Did I want him to demand much more of me? He is old enough to be my grandfather but feeling helpless in front of him was exciting, very exciting. Was I this excited because I had been without cock for so long or was I finding this dominant old man appealing? It hit me hard when I realized that if he was happy just watching me spinning around by the window I would be bitterly disappointed. I didn’t know what I wanted but I knew I wanted something from this attractive older man. Something demanded of me by him.

I need not have worried, as Len was not going to be happy just watching me by the window. He indicated that I should come towards him. When I was close enough he demanded with his eyes that I held his gaze as he lifted the shirt up past my boobs. He didn’t look down but smiled as he turned the shirt inside out covering my face with it as I lifted my arms. He pulled my arms through the shirt but left it covering my head and therefore my eyes. The contact with my nipples took my breath away. It was no caress more a squeezing of my erect nipples. He rolled them, pulled them and squeezed them. It was overwhelming and my knees buckled.

“My god they are perfect. I never understand why men love big ugly boobs yours are just perfect and as for your nipples – well. Are you wet my dear? If I feel your pussy right now will I find that you are excited?”

I was fully aware that I was excited but had not thought about whether my pussy was actually wet. His question focused my attention to the area between my legs. Now I knew I was wet and there was no point in denying it. I quietly confirmed that I was excited and sure that I was very wet between the legs.

He took my hand and I thought he was going to make me feel myself but instead he guided it to his erection. He seemed a very good size but what stunned me was that it was as hard as any cock I had ever encountered. I had wondered whether a man of his age might struggle to achieve or maintain an erection so was even more surprised at how hard it was. I heard him chuckle as if he sensed my surprise. I wanted to see his cock but had to settle for exploring it with my hands.

“Trust me it will be hard like that for the next hour or until I cum.”

It was then that it dawned on me that he had probably taken a little blue pill. I enjoyed playing with the erection and the balls that seemed full and firm. I was slightly disappointed as he took hold of my shoulders. The shirt was still around my head as he maneuvered me until I was lying on my back on the kitchen table. He did then slip the dress off my head and I was able to see his slightly sinister smile.

“I am still very tempted to spank that wonderful ass of yours but I have thought of something I would much rather do with it. Have you ever been fucked back there, if not why not?”

“No because I have never let anyone do that even though they have asked. It just didn’t seem natural somehow.”

“It seems every bit as natural as what you and Jan were doing last night. If I am not very much mistaken you were very excited when your ass was penetrated üsküdar escort by Jan.”

I decided not to reply but was horrified that he seemed to know exactly what had happened the previous night. Secretly I had away wanted to be fucked in the ass but never wanted to appear too keen. This was my chance to try it while justifying it by making out that I was being forced.

“No you can’t possible fuck me there it would split me in two.”

I was concerned that I had protested too hard as he pushed my knees back to my chest and opened up my legs. His mouth was gentle as it found my clit. I have always loved men going down on me and this man knew what he was doing. There was no rush but I felt myself drifting towards an orgasm. After a few minutes he moved his tongue down and found my anus. No one had done this to me and it felt wonderful. As good as it was my orgasm was now further away. His mouth changed again to my clit and I was now quickly approaching orgasm. Just as I thought I was getting close to the point of no return he switched again to my bum. He repeated this cycle twice more and I was pleading with him to allow me to cum.

“When you ask me very nicely to fuck you bottom I will allow you to enjoy an orgasm.”

This was perfect I could request him to fuck my ass as if against my will and enjoy a climax. I took my time and tried to sound very reluctant as I said.

“Fuck I need an orgasm so badly if you insist that I can only have one with you up my bum then do your worst.”

I think we both knew that this was a game but were both happy to play it. From somewhere he produced a bottle of oil with a thin spout on it. He moved it to one of my boobs and poured a generous amount across my chest. It felt sticky and ran down both my sides onto the table. He then coated my bottom before sticking the spout into my anus and gently squeezing the plastic bottle. When he removed it he coated his cock with the oil. I was sure that he would penetrate me as soon as his cock found my anus but he spent time working the oil just inside with his prick. Coating his cock once more he penetrated me firmly until he was two or three inches inside me. I was so excited if there was any pain I didn’t feel it. He held himself inside me as one of his thumbs found my clit. Everything just seemed perfect. I was excited by the idea of what we were doing, I felt no guilt about having a cock up my bum, I had been close to orgasm for minutes and this man knew how to push all my buttons. He pressed his palm and fingers into my stomach as his thumb worked my swollen clit. My hands had been playing with my oil-covered nipples since the oil had been poured over them and my nipples were huge and very sensitive.

Len worked his way in going deeper and deeper each time. Very quickly I was pushing myself back and down to maximize the penetration as it was feeling wonderful. I am sure he could sense just as much as I could that I was going to orgasm soon.

“Do you like having a prick fucking you deep in your rectum. If you are not sure I will stop straight away.”

He was teasing me but requiring me to say that I was loving being fucked this way. He had won and I was happy to plead with him to carry on fucking me harder and harder. I was soon announcing my orgasm and his playing with my clit became even more intense and I exploded from somewhere deep in my bowels. As I was just beginning to regain my senses he exploded in my bowels. He didn’t withdraw immediately and his firm but not hard cock felt nice and very intimate as it still stretched me back there. When he did finally slip his soft prick out of my bottom it hit me that I had just loved being fucked by this old man. I was embarrassed to have cum so easily and so dramatically. I had no idea what would happen now.

“You won’t tell John about last night will you. I have done everything you have asked me to.”

“Are you suggested that everything that you did in the last hour was to prevent me from talking to John? If you are then you are a great actor and I am just a little bit disappointed.”

“No I didn’t say that or mean that but I do not want to get Jan into trouble. What we did was so…… so……. it was lovely.”

“A good meal is lovely, some of my friends are lovely. What we just did might have been frightening, disgusting, horrible, distasteful but it was never just lovely.”

“I am so sorry you are right. Please don’t ask me to tell you just how good it was. Would you just accept the word ‘fucktastic’. Please spare me any more embarrassment.”

“I accept the word and your apology. I will also offer you a deal. I will promise not to tell John about last night if you do one simple thing for me.”

“I am all ears. You can fuck me every which way if that is what you want. You can spank my bottom if that is what floats your boat. What simple thing is it that you want?”

“The simple thing I am going to request of you is so much less exciting to me than what you are offering. I am tempted to change my mind. My problem is Max. He is 18 at the weekend and what I want you to do is to show him just how good sex can be. He is naïve, although he thinks he is a man of the world. Make him believe that he is attractive to women and show him how he can enjoy that.”

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