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It was only just after midnight that Erin Ryan O’Neill found herself on the floor of an empty cubicle, on her back and grinding her clit in complete and total surrender. The roar of the party down the hall carried on in the distance. So, too, did the vocalizations of Sophie Scott from the next cubicle over. As well as the vocalizations from another, unknown girl in another cubicle somewhere else out there in the darkness.

It was dark. Erin had that going for her, at least. If she had succumbed to her baser instincts back in the locker room, it would have been under bright, fluorescent lights, with dozens of other girls playing witness to her capitulation. The same could have been said of the employee lounge here in Human Resources, though that hadn’t stopped Visitor H from doing so while Mailgirl Number Eleven and her other friend, Visitor I, laughed and cheered her on. Visitor D wasn’t yet so bold or abandoned.

But that wasn’t to say that the dimly-lit cubicle farm a hundred feet down the hall was private, exactly. For one thing, Erin wasn’t going to be able to explain away her prolonged absence as a simple bathroom break – especially if she returned to the party covered in a sheen of sweat and stinking of sex. For another, Sophie Scott was in on what she was doing. In fact, it was her stepsister who had recognized the look in Erin’s eye, and who had suggested she might be able to find somewhere marginally more private for her to – in Sophie’s words – provide herself with a little “relief.”

Erin was on her back, with her knees up and her legs spread, halfway under some stranger’s desk. The faint, orange glow of the power strip beside her illuminated the underside of the desk, and Erin focused, absently, on a dry and aging wad of gum directly above her. Her hair was in a puddle around her, intertwined with power cords, and when she wiggled and wriggled just so, the top of her head bumped gently against the fabric of cubicle’s wall. The carpet beneath her was both scratchy and thin, the floor hard. She wanted to give in and surrender completely, to close her eyes and imagine that she was back in LA, in her bed, but she wasn’t quite there. For one, she kept glancing nervously in the direction of the cubicle’s opening, fearful of being discovered in such a compromised state. But also, it was her environment, and the utter depravity of fucking herself in such in an environment, that made her hotter and hornier than any session of self-pleasure had ever delivered her at home.

She’d been drinking, of course. Drinking, in fact, more than could remember drinking in the last couple of years. Save for maybe her sorority sister Ashley’s wedding in Glendale the prior summer? Or maybe Ashley’s bachelorette party in Scottsdale a few weeks before that? Either way, Erin had had more than her fair share holiday-themed candy cane cocktails that night – equal parts vanilla rum, white chocolate liqueur, and peppermint schnapps. And while she wasn’t yet drunk, she was on her way, and the fact that she’d lost count of how many times she’d re-upped could well have explained why her inhibitions had been lowered enough to take Sophie up on her offer.

She wasn’t exactly sure what she’d been expecting of that night’s holiday party, exactly. Sarah’s depictions of the “Bitch Sessions” that the Plaza girls engaged in on Friday nights had always carried with them an air of “classiness” – cocktail dresses, fancy hotel bar, Wall Street types. She understood that things could get rowdy and randy pretty quickly, but her imaginings of Mailgirl Thirteen and her friends out for an evening drink stood in stark contrast with what she assumed those same “Bitch Sessions” might be like for the 24/7 girls in Jersey City. Still naked and collared, beaten down and imprisoned, she’d half-expected the “party” here at Park Place to be nothing more than a bunch of miserable cunts slugging back vodka from water cooler cups and whining to one another under harsh lighting in a break room that smelled faintly of burnt microwave popcorn.

And maybe that’s what these “Bitch Sessions” were to the Park Place girls more regularly. But the 2nd Floor employee lounge was nicer than Erin had imagined it was going to be – not as nice as the executive lounge that they’d been allowed to use every once in a blue moon, Sophie apologized – but better than the rundown break room of Erin’s expectations. Half the room was carpeted, the other half tiled, with a breakfast-bar-of-sorts (turned actual bar, tonight) breaking up the two zones. To one end of the room, there was a “living room” setting, complete with a flat-screen television, a pair of expensive-looking sofas, and handful of matching, upholstered chairs. Modern-looking tables and chairs were scattered about, and a Christmas tree had been erected in one corner. A big, industrial sterling silver refrigerator presided over the kitchenette area, and the coffee makers, water filtration systems, microwaves, and toasters were all top-of-the-line. It was still kayseri escort very much an office setting, but a high-end one. And, if a girl were to squint, she might have been able to imagine herself in an expensive downtown loft, instead of on the second floor of USF’s back office in Jersey City.

The girls weren’t allowed to sit on the furniture, of course, so the presence of the comfortable sofas and chairs were their own torment. The veteran mailgirls seemed to pay them no mind, pushing them up against the wall and arranging a few dozen of the USF-branded pink “mailgirl mats” (no thicker and not much more different than a standard yoga mat) around in a circle in their place. But though none of the girls was bold enough to risk being caught sitting in a chair, more than a few took up spots sitting on the bar with their legs dangling beneath them, or perching up atop one of the various tables. Erin couldn’t imagine that the more regular users of this room would have been crazy about exposed pussy and bare asses on top of their eating surfaces, but there seemed to be enough grey area in the policy that the Park Place girls didn’t think twice about it.

Holiday music blared in the background, and a Yule-tide log flickered on the flat-screen in a loop. Mailgirls Six and Eleven, as well as Visitors H and I, were tending bar and mixing cocktails when Erin, Catherine, and the Scott girls first arrived. But it was casual, and mostly self-service. Sarah and Sophie explained that Mistress Rei and her masters in Human Capital usually provided them with a good assortment of drinks, mixers, wines, and beers, but admitted that tonight’s selection was on another level. In fact, they all seemed surprised by the platters of hors d’oeuvres, cookies, and desserts that had been laid out for them – for most of the Park Place girls, it was one of just a few times they’d been allowed to eat something other than mailgirl chow since they’d first inked their contracts.

Girls milled about, talking and laughing with another, and making introductions to visitors from the Plaza and from the outside world. But for the lack of clothes, and maybe the aggressive drinking, this could have been a holiday party or networking event anywhere in the world. Only when she slipped up and introduced herself as “Erin,” and was rewarded with a slap across the face from Sophie – a hard one, at that – did the world the mailgirls now lived in intrude upon the mirth. As Visitor A had promised, any awkwardness or embarrassment about Erin’s nudity faded away quickly, and she soon found herself almost forgetting about it entirely.

Almost. The mailgirls of Park Place and the Plaza were all decidedly more comfortable in their skins than Erin or the other visitors, and thought little of a hug, a caress, or holding hands. At one point, Erin had Mailgirl Number Six’s hand upon her naked hip as the two chatted Catherine, Mailgirl Number Fourteen, and Mailgirl Number Fourteen’s mother Angela. There was little to read into it, Erin told herself – all over the room, there was skin-to-skin contact and a casual attitude towards “handsy-ness” without there being something necessarily sexual or predatory about it. A nipple pinch here or there. A slap on the ass. A kiss on the cheek or the neck. It was all innocent enough in the early hours of the evening.

Allowances had been made that let the girls use one of the nearby restrooms on the 2nd Floor without a non-mailgirl chaperone – common enough for their weekly “Bitch Sessions,” as Erin understood it. Only the men’s room, of course, and stall doors were still required to be left open, but the girls could come and go as they pleased. For the visitors – the Plaza girls included – this allowance was moot; said restroom was on the far side of a locked door, and required a smartphone-equipped mailgirl to lead the way. But the back-and-forth inevitably led to the party spilling out of the employee lounge and into the hallway beyond. And though none of the girls would have dared to violate Mistress Rei’s restrictions of letting themselves into anyone’s office, the darkened cubicle farm beyond seemed to be fair game.

Conversations were wide-ranging, but often led back to life as a mailgirl, as girls swapped war stories and horror stories, and did their best to one-up each other with confessions and admissions of an increasingly naughty nature. The mailgirls told stories that left Erin’s mouth agape, but also just gave the brunette a fuller picture of even the less sexual aspects of their servitude here at Park Place.

“Exercise ball,” Sarah answered at one point, laughing, in response to a question from her mother. She was the rare mailgirl who was actually allowed some “down time” on Sundays to work on her research – a special dispensation awarded to her due to the nature of USF’s arrangement with her graduate program back in New Haven. Sarah was given the opportunity to work in one of the cubicles here in Human Resources, detailing kıbrıs escort and documenting her life among the mailgirls for her former academic advisor and head of Human Capital both. As she was restricted from sitting in a honest-to-goodness chair, however, Human Capital had opted to provide her with a giant, inflatable exercise ball for those hours in front of a keyboard.

“Most of us aren’t even allowed to read,” Mailgirl Six added, in a lighter tone that sounded as if she found humor in the restriction.

“Seriously?!!” Plaza Eighteen shrieked, aghast. She, apparently, didn’t get the joke. “That’s some straight-up ‘Handmaiden’s Tale’ style bullshit!”

“We’re allowed to read,” Sophie said, partly contradicting Six and partly coming to her defense. “We just don’t have much of an opportunity. And when we do…”

“Porn,” Six explained. She directed Erin’s attention to the magazine rack. “It was Three’s turn this week to replace the usual reading materials in here with Mistress Rei’s selections.” Gone were the Wall Street Journals and New York Times and Fortunes that Erin assumed usually occupied the rack. Only now did Erin see that, in their stead, were issues of Playboy and Hustler, as well as such lesser-known titles as “Bait” and “Booty” and “Big & Bouncy.”

Sophie elaborated. “We’re on the clock for twelve hours a day, every day. And usually in the locker room for the other twelve. We don’t really have a chance to read, other than Saturday nights.”

“And when you do…?” Plaza Eighteen asked.

Six shrugged. “‘Reading for pleasure’ has taken on different connotations.” This elicited an uncomfortable laugh from Plaza Eighteen.

“I read them for the articles,” Sophie added sarcastically.

Sure enough, Plaza Eighteen’s Park Place counterpart was sitting Indian-style on one of the mailgirl mats by the magazine rack, deeply engaged in her reading material. Though a party may have been going on around her, she was using this time off the clock to catch up on all the literary offerings Mistress Rei’s smut had to offer.

“This can’t be a Barrow thing,” Plaza Eighteen remarked, referring to the director of USF’s Human Capital group in a tone that almost bordered upon disappointment. The brunette apparently thought highly enough of her captor that she felt this sort of thing was beneath him.

“Not his style,” Six agreed. “It’d be crueler to give us Newsweeks and Cosmos and whatever. Normal stuff. To rub our noses in what we’re missing, the normal stuff, from outside.”

“That’s Barrow,” Sarah offered. Chin nodding towards Park Place Eighteen and the magazine rack, “That? That’s one the underlings. Bagby, maybe.”

While Erin had been exposed to her fair share of masturbation and muff-diving back in the mailgirls locker room, the girls’ Christmas party started out on a decidedly less desperate and depraved note. She supposed this made sense; for the girls who absolutely needed some sort of physical relief, most of them had taken care of it after their shifts had ended. Dirty jokes, dirty stories, dirty looks? Sure. But – at least initially – Erin was granted a temporary reprieve from having to play audience to any sort of dirty acts. As the hours passed and the liquor flowed, however, this changed. The mood of the room began to shift, and took on an increasingly charged air. Around the same time that body shots started, Erin began to notice girls slinking off out of the party in two’s and three’s, or taking suspiciously long “bathroom breaks.” It was only a matter of time before Mailgirl Number Ten began to openly rub one out in the corner of the room, with complete and total disregard for whoever might be watching.

While Erin couldn’t help but be distracted by the softly mewing girl a few feet away, the other mailgirls paid her no mind. Even back in the locker room, Erin had noticed this behavior; while a mailgirl wouldn’t think twice about carrying on a conversation while at the food trough, or while squatting over the washikis, they seemed to grant one another some illusion of “privacy” when engaged with themselves, or when engaged with a partner. Immediately after completion, though, these post-orgasmic girls were often greeted with teasing, laughter, cheering, and applause.

There were exceptions, however. A handful of the girls’ drinking games had taken a decidedly more hardcore turn. Erin blushed all over when she realized that Plaza Seventeen and Park Place Fifteen were engaged in a “race” to see who could get herself off first, while Plaza Seven, Plaza Ten, and Sarah Scott cheered them both on, laughing and screeching all the while. Visitor H, meanwhile, had slunk off towards the back of kitchen – but that hadn’t stopped her friends from hooting and hollering in her direction.

It was around this point that Sophie took Erin by the hand, and led her from the room. She knew what Erin needed, even if Erin hadn’t yet been able to admit it even to herself.

And konya escort so it was here that Erin found herself, on the floor of a cubicle in a mostly-empty office building, with her hand between her legs. There hadn’t been much back-and-forth between Erin and Sophie. For the briefest of moments, Erin feared that her stepsister might have something more participatory in mind. She was worried about how to politely decline such an offer without hurting Sophie’s feelings or coming off as judgmental over how far Sophie had fallen. She was worried that, in the moment, she might not have been strong enough to do so.

But, though Sophie was only a few feet away, separated from her stepsister by a thin partition, the topic of active participation in Erin’s “relief” had not been broached.

Erin tried her best to think of Ben. She really did. She knew that what she was doing wasn’t cheating on him, exactly. But she had promised him that she’d try to be good, and this self-indulgence – solo, or borderline solo as it may have been – felt like a violation of that promise. If she fantasized about him while doing this, then…maybe…maybe…it wouldn’t be so wrong. But the fact that was wrong was precisely the reason it felt so right. And, try as she might to imagine him here with her now, Ben was not a part of this fantasy come alive.

Instead, as her fingers increased their speed and intensity against her clit, she found herself wondering whose cubicle this was. Because this was Human Resources, after all, the likelihood was that the cubicle’s more regular occupant was a woman. On the one hand, that seemed like the preferred choice; surely another girl might forgive a sister in need? On the other, the chance that she was at a man’s desk was naughtier, dirtier, and more of a turn-on. She imagined that she was here mid-day, while some middle-aged pencil pusher tried to get his work done, all while a naked mailgirl diddled herself at his feet. The sheer depravity of her need brought her to another level.

“Ohhh,” she moaned softly, self-conscious that Sophie would hear her.

A rapid inhale-exhale, inhale-exhale, inhale-exhale was the only response from the cubicle next door.

It wasn’t going to take long. Erin knew her body well enough to know that, at least. As unsexy as she felt while gobbling down mailgirl chow from the communal trough in the locker room, and as brisk and frigid as her shower had been, Erin’s arousal had never really abated since she’d first set foot in USF’s lobby. The truth of the matter was that this had been building since she’d landed at Newark yesterday, maybe even since she’d first decided upon this visit back around Thanksgiving. For months, Erin had dreamed and fantasized and imagined what it would be like to be a mailgirl – a naked slut at the receiving end of humiliation and control on the part of some unseen corporate master. The abandonment and obscenity of it all was too much. She never stood a chance when it came to resisting these sorts of baser urges.

“Ohhh…” she moaned again – a little louder this time, a little more confident. “Oh, oh, oh…”

While her right hand continued on with the task at hand, her left found one of her nipples. It was rock-hard, almost painfully so, and she pinched it between her thumb and the knuckle of her index finger. She then traced it with her thumbnail, running laps around it while gently kneading the underside of her breast with her other fingers. Mistress Rei had provided similar attention earlier that afternoon – playing with her nipple absentmindedly and casually, squeezing her tit while standing behind her, breathing her hot breath on Erin’s naked back. Erin had fantasized about being with a woman every now and then, of course, but she’d never acted upon it – not even in her wildest days in Tempe. Mistress Rei, with her cruel and torturous pinches, pokes, and prods was the closest she’d ever come.

Erin probed the inside of her pussy with her middle finger first, and then her middle and ring almost immediately after. Her clit was rewarded with an upgrade, as the butt of her palm picked up where her fingers had left off. She ground forcefully up against her hand, her hips rising to meet it and her bare behind lifting ever-so-slightly up off the floor.

“Hooo…” she breathed.

She was wet. Wetter than she had probably ever been, her whole life over. Whatever conflicts were playing out in her psyche between her id and ego, these were conflicts that her body did not share in. Her pussy knew what it wanted. Her pussy knew what it needed. Her pussy was in the driver’s seat now. It was calling the shots. Perhaps it had been calling the shots all along.

The build was less of a build, and more of a sudden and uncontrollable surprise. And it came not from the presence of Erin’s hand alone – but, rather, from the presence of two naked figures in the dimly lit space above her, standing the entrance of her cubicle.

“Sorry!” one the girls yipped. They both giggled and then stepped back into the darkness.

Erin exploded. “Gaaaah!” she yelped, surprised by her climax and by being caught in the act all at the same time. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh!” Any pretense of biting of her tongue was now gone.

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A Touch of Heaven Ch. 01

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Authors Note: This is series of very short stories capturing small moments of sexual tension, flirting, sex, and awkward reluctance.

Roller Coaster

“I never liked roller coasters growing up. Actually, I still don’t.” Alice giggled. “Like, my screams are for reals when I’m riding one. Even the ones at Disneyland scare me to death. My kids though, they’re like ‘Mom stop being a crybaby on the rides.’ I’m like, I can’t help it.”

We both leaned back on a steel rail that’s meant to keep people from cutting in line on the rides. It was better than standing, and we hadn’t found any benches nearby to rest our legs. Both of our kids were waiting to get on one of the small children’s roller coasters that dotted the kids area of the amusement park. We were lucky to have found a place to lean back on close enough to watch our kids and not have to wait in line.

My wife and her husband went to get food while we waited with our younger kids and had left us alone to wait for the ride.

“We don’t go on enough rides, especially now that we have kids. But I love the rides at Disneyland—”

Alice’s phone rang. I stopped and gestured for her to answer it.

So she squatted down facing away from me to reach her small designer backpack on the ground. When she did, the grey yoga pants she wore stretched out over an unexpectedly plump behind and became transparent under the bright daylight. Her flowery panties appeared magically before me.

Red.

Lacy with floral patterns along the edge.

They looked to be painfully digging into her thin waist and pushing deep into her fleshy ass. It was as though I had x-ray vision for a moment. My eyes bulged nearly out of my head as I studied the dramatically bright red against her white skin. The lace panties were boy short shaped, flaring out wider at the hip. The design swirled around her ass cheeks delightfully.

What a hidden treasure she had there. And to top it off, just a bit of her red panties were exposed abover her waistline.

Seeing her tiny red lace erzurum escort panties violently changed my paradigm. Suddenly and uncomfortably, she became a sex object. Just like that. She picked up the phone and I heard her talking to Gene, her husband. She turned away from me and took a few steps for privacy.

My eyes followed her butt as she stood. The red lacy panties faded away, hiding her personal bounty, but in standing inflated her two rounded cheeks to full shape. Then as she stepped forward her cheeks bounced and snapped back into place.

How had I not noticed her ass before? I only saw her a handful of times a year. Most of those times I hadn’t paid much attention to the shape of her body…she was my wife’s friend after all.

Each cheek seemed to be propped up, pert and tight, as if they’d float away if it weren’t for her yoga pants holding them down. Below her thirty-two year old ass were two shapely and toned thighs. Alice played softball in college and her body hadn’t changed much even after two kids. She was thick with athletic muscle.

Alice’s swollen butt reminded me of two ultra ripe grapefruits ready to be plucked. They were as perfectly round and puffy as you could want an ass cheek to be.

She was neither attractive nor ugly and fell somewhere gracefully between the two categories. A muted beauty. There were days when she looked hot, and others where she looked a bit disheveled and tom boyish. Her course black hair was always pulled back into a pony tail, or left hyper wavy and wet with mousse to her shoulders. Her prominent jaw gave her a square face. Her wide mouth was lined with two swollen pink lips. Inside her mouth her teeth were lined up a bit too perfect, the result of braces.

“That was Gene. They’re still in line, can you believe it? We’re probably gonna have to go and meet up with them after the kids are off the ride.”

“Damn. The line must be long. Good thing they went earlier instead of waiting. I’m starving. Maybe Gene will buy me a beer.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t bodrum escort doubt it…”

My eyes fixated on her mouth as she spoke. Her pink lips were full and round and I imagined sliding my penis over them. Over her button nose. Across each high cheek bone. My balls running across her chin and lower lip. I would want to just lay my hard erection over her face and slide it around until the tip found her mouth.

It was a deep and hungry lust that filled my chest. My cock started to swell up and stiffen in my pants. I imagined using her mouth to get off on in a hurry. A fist full of her hair. Pushing her face down onto my cock. Pumping her head up and down my shaft. Flipping her over and running my tongue between her rounded globes. I would grab each cheek and open her up. Pushing past her rubbery asshole with the tip of my tongue and into her—

Her eyes changed. They flashed at me the way a lighthouse beacon suddenly lights up the night then disapears.

What was that?

Her eyes seemed to acknowledge my new found sexual craving for her. Maybe she sensed something in my eyes, my hunger for her, my craving for her body and mouth…

Can women sense such a thing?

Did her eyes change because she subconciously knew my cock was throbbing now in my pants for her?

No, of course not. I was reading too much into it. I only imagined her eyes shifting uncomfortably as I day dreamed about polishing the rim of her tight ass.

Her tongue flicked under her top lip. Then her bottom lip. I could see it on the head of my cock. Resting and touching me in the same way, her pink wiggling tongue, shiny and small, flailing around over my erection.

I saw how her eyes would water and redden from my penis being pushed deep into her mouth and down her throat.

Those eyes focused on me and she blushed. Her finger went to the side of her face and she started twirling her finger into the tip of her hair.

“You know I should call him and tell him to get that beer.” She said. “I want one eskişehir escort too.”

She walked up right beside me and leaned against the railing. Alice apparently didn’t see my hand. So she sat on my hand. If the pole wasn’t there, I’d be palming her butt.

“Tell him to get an IPA.” I said. The words barely came out I was so astounded by the soft warmth of her flesh. It was as if a firm pillow had rested on me. There was such give to her flesh as it rested across thumb and fingers.

I froze. Not pulling my hand out right away. How did this happen? One moment I’m fantasizing about fucking her mouth, drooling over her panties and ass…and the next she sits on my hand?

“Okay.” She said. “IPA it is.”

Alice didn’t move. Did she notice it? She had to. She had to feel my fingers trapped under her soft fleshy cakes.

She pressed the phone to her ear and it felt like hours passed in silence as she waited for her husband to answer.

“Hi, yeah get two IPA’s. One for me and one for him.”

Her butt was warm and soft and I could feel where her panty line outlined across her cheeks with the side of my finger.

“Tell him to get the big one.”

I moved my hand just slightly…maybe she would realize what she’d done and move, but instead she flexed her ass cheeks. The soft warm cushion became rigid, then released. When she flexed I felt for certain the sliver of her crack and the strength of her toned glute muscles.

What to do. Should I have pulled away? Was she waiting gor me to move away and apologize? No, it wasn’t my fault she sat in my hand. She should apologize.

“I want the big one, two big ones. Beers, the big cups.” Her face seemed to redden. Then she hung up and stood up. Getting off my hand. Not saying a word about it. Then she squatted down and put the phone back into her back pack.

Again, I saw her cheeks spread and her red lacy panties come to life. What a gap she had between her cheeks as she squatted like that. Opened up and ready.

Then she stood.

“Come on Alice, the kids are done with the ride. Let’s hurry up and get those beers.” I said. I don’t know if she noticed the giant bulge I had as I stood up and started walking away.

She smiled. Her cheeks blazing scarlet red and she followed me through the crowd.

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I was cycling round France for four weeks and I finished in Paris with four days of sightseeing. I was staying in a quaint old hotel in Marais – a great Parisian inner city district. As a reward for the trip, I wanted to leave Paris with a special memory. So, after researching sex clubs in Paris, I found one that was highly recommended. Friday night was their popular single males + couples night. I rang the club on the Thursday to confirm a place as they had a strict ratio of singles/couples.

Around 10.30 pm on Friday, after a few French red wines and a late bistro meal in a cosy old world wine bar, I walked through the inner Parisian streets to the club. After checking my reservation and paying my entrance fee, I was gestured to the bar. A bit of ice breaking chit chat then ensued with other club members. They were all very friendly and casual. The complimentary cold French 1664 ale eased the tension and excitement within me. A few folk then started drifting off into the club and the very helpful bar girl suggested I should meander through the different rooms of the club to see what interests me for the night.

Couples with or without an additional male, in various stages of undress were pleasing and teasing each other. The intoxicating smell of sex wafted through the air and the groans and occasional moans from both men and women enjoying themselves was foreplay in itself.

A couple came past, smiled and then they disrobed nearby. Both were on their late thirties and fairly trim. She got on all fours on a bench. Her slender legs, tight ass, white alabaster skin, pert breasts, wicked cheeky grin and dazzling big brown eyes all very alluring and captivating. He stood in front of her with his lean smooth torso and his erect large cock brushing against her face and brown “bob cut” hair. She then started sucking him and he indicated to passers-by that she was available to be used but there was to be ısparta escort no fucking.

Several guys wandered past playfully stroking and cupping her breasts and fingering her from behind. She was enjoying the attention, invitingly wiggling her ass as they touched and caressed her. Meanwhile her boyfriend just watched on, as she played with his hard cock, slowly stroking him, licking and teasing the tip of his prick. She never turned around, hence she never saw who was playing with her.

As this was my first visit and my first 30 minutes inside the club, I decided just to watch this one out. Two young fit guys came up and started to play with her more intensely. Her boyfriend moved to one side, just lightly stroking her back and shoulders, as one of the young guys fed his hard cock into her mouth. He then clasped the back of her head and started face fucking her.

The other guy got behind her on the bench, parted her wet large pussy lips and began running his tongue up and down and all over her smooth lips. He tongue fucked her pussy. She was enjoying his talented tongue probing her pussy, moaning and grinding her pussy against his face. He then started rimming her, and thrusting one, then two fingers deep into her pussy.

The young guy behind her then turned round, lied on his back on the bench, moved his head under her pussy and started sucking hard on her clitoris. She was moaning loudly now and her body started shuddering from his mouth sucking hard on her lips and clit. She pushed her ass back against his face and started grinding her pussy on his face and then suddenly she shuddered hard and climaxed which in turn made the other guy who was face fucking start to cum as well.

She vigorously sucked his cock and then swallowed his load as he came.

She then looked up, smiled and said, Merci!”

She then looked around and smiled back at the leaner of the kastamonu escort two guys who had been tonguing her pussy from behind. She crooked her finger and indicated to him to come up and join her where his friend had been. He then moved up to her face with his big hard cock and heavy balls swaying as he walked. Not wanting to disappoint him for his talented oral efforts, she started sucking him with gusto. She ran her tongue up and down his shaft, sucking the head of his cock while stroking him, cupping and squeezing his big full balls. While she was focused on his cock, a large naked older women with pendulous breasts squatted behind her.

As the woman’s tongue entered her pussy again, the girl on the bench stopped briefly, groaned deeply and then returned her attention to her second hard cock of the night. The older woman’s tongue then started flicking across her tight rosebud, teasing her ass while she slid two then three of her fingers into her pussy. She started thrusting her hand deeply in to her pussy while slapping her ass at the same time.

I kept resisting the urge to join them, just stroking my hard cock occasionally, while avidly watching this spectacular sex show in front of me. A hot woman on all fours with a woman avidly eating and fingering pussy while she blew a young fit guy with a large hard cock.

The girl on the bench was struggling to focus on that big hard cock in her mouth now. She was squirming, moaning, gasping and pushing her drenched cunt back against the older woman’s thrusting hand and talented tongue. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and started wanking him furiously, squeezing his balls. He in turn began squeezing and playfully slapping her breasts, pinching her erect nipples.

As she sensed the guy was also close to coming, she licked her middle finger and then inserted it into the lean guy’s ass. His knees buckled, he groaned loudly kayseri escort and he started coming. She aimed his cock at her chest and he sprayed his cum all over her pert breasts. She continued to stroke his hard cock emptying a huge load of sperm all over her chest.

The older woman sensing the girl was also close, slowed the tempo down. She rotated her hand and with two fingers, started thrusting into her pussy and rubbing her G – spot. While with her other hand, she reached around and started circling and gently squeezing and rubbing her hard clitoris. That was all it took to take the girl on all fours over the edge again! She started shuddering thrusting back on the older woman hands.

The girl started crying out, “Oui, Oui, Oui!!” as she came hard again.

After her second orgasm, with her legs were splayed wide and her pussy gaping, the older woman withdrew her two fingers and slapped her lightly on her ass. She sighed and lied down on the bench. Both of the boys who came from her mouth, bent down, kissed her lightly on each cheek and then moved on.

After the girl had regained her breath, she was greeted by her boyfriend’s hard cock in front of her face. Her neck, breasts and tummy still dripping from the second load of cum she had received. She looked up, smiled and grabbed hold of his stiff cock. He didn’t need much more attention. She sucked and licked the head of his cock, stroking his hard shaft and squeezing his balls. Very soon, he started cumming as well. She engulfed his hard cock till her lips were on his groin and swallowed most of his sperm. With a drop of sperm hanging from her lip, she rose from the bench, embraced him and passionately kissed him hard.

Her boyfriend turned to me and said to me, “Did you like watching us?”

I replied, “Yes, it was very hot!!” It looks like you both enjoyed yourselves. They introduced themselves as Carolyn and Henri.

She said in broken English, “Where are you from?”

I replied, “Australia, I just spent four weeks cycling round France and this is my reward!”

C nodded to H and said, “Well well well, we have never played with an Aussie cyclist before, would you like to join us?”

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I had been to adult bookstores and have had my share of gloryhole fun, but after awhile I began to feel sexually limited. I needed a larger venue and more freedom to expand and express my budding sexuality without having to worry about condemnation, offending anyone, and, perhaps most importantly, breaking the law. Eventually, I found two venues that met my prerequisites.

I found the first venue one Sunday afternoon, thanks to some unknown amateur graffiti artist who had left some scribblings on a bathroom wall. The venue was a supersized adult theater – and less than 45 minutes from my home. The first time I went there – only to raconteur, I made several rookie mistakes. For example, before my eyes had even adjusted to the darkness, I began walking down the theater aisles. I bumped into a few people and could not see the hands reaching out to fondle my package as I slowly and blindly walked by.

When my eyes finally did adjust to the darkness, it was somewhat embarrassing to see several folks looking at me from their seats and trolls following me. (Yes, the ‘new guy’ had been the entertainment for the last 15 minutes or so.) Anyway, I eventually lost the trolls in the vast theater and found a secure place in the darkness to watch the patrons’ sexual activities.

What I saw was completely uninhibited sex, between not only males, but females, as well. Many races of people were present, too. No one interfered. After an hour, I left knowing this was the place.

I went back to this theater a week later and had my most sensual, sexual experience to date.

After my eyes I had adjusted to the darkness, I went to a far corner of the theater, which was by an exit entrance. I stripped, except for my sandals. Although I stood naked, alone in the dark, I felt alive, emboldened, and unafraid in the confines of the vast theater.

My adrenalin really kicked in when four good-looking, mature men approached me. As I questioningly looked at them, they reached out to touch me.

Almost simultaneously, the men began to massage my arms legs, genital area, back, shoulders, and buttocks. The longer they massaged me, the more relaxed and turned-on I got.

When my cock began to swell, one man knelt down in front of me and began gently sucking on my hairless balls. Another man slowly massaged precum droplets out of my swollen cock head.

The third man really knew what to do with my virgin nipples. It was simply breathing taking the way he sucked on my nipples. It gave me goose bumps galore and continuously. It felt so exquisite; I could not stop moaning, as my head rolled back erzincan escort and forth. My eyes saw what seemed to be fireworks.

The fourth man massaged me. He massaged my back muscles, before kneeling down behind me, spreading my smooth cheeks, and massaging my tight, pink sphincter with his tongue. (I had never experienced a rim job before. I didn’t even know what rim job meant – ’til later.)

Yes, these men were very adept (understatement) at what they were doing. They were able to bring me almost to eruption and then let me slowly calm down before they started it all over again. (I also learned this was called ‘edging’.)

When I finally did cum, I thought my head would explode. My orgasm seemed to last forever.

After they left, I just stood there. I was shaken. My knees were wobbly. I had to lean against the wall. The sexual and sensory gratification I had just experienced was overwhelming.

I could not comprehend what I had just experienced. A group of human beings had just given me – casually given me and freely, a once in a lifetime experience. Were they passing ‘this’ on? Had my bold and unashamed nakedness allowed me to allow them to… I don’t know. All I really know is that it happened and I enjoyed it – immensely.

My very next visit to this theater occurred on a very blazeningly hot Sunday afternoon. I couldn’t wait for the coolness and darkness of the vast theater to flow over my naked body. I went to my now usual corner and stripped off my shorts and t-shirt. It felt great to do so. I looked out into the theater. It was basically empty, except for a couple of people slumped over, as in sleeping if off, in their seats.

I decided to take advantage of the situation and let loose my newly found exhibitionist tendencies. I walked upon and down all the aisles, letting my heavy, hairless balls swing freely. It definitely was an erotic thrill.

Soon, I tired and went back to my corner. I was beginning to think I should go sit down when in walked three people. I could tell by the way they walked they were not middle age, probably just a few years older then I.

The threesome walked to about the middle of the theater and stopped were the two main aisles intersected. I could see they were all wearing black.

When one of them removed a cap, I saw long blond hair fall out. When I saw the blond hair and then other movements, I knew that the threesome comprised two men and a female. Curiously, they just stood there and looked around.

While I watched them, it came to me that they were looking for action – as opposed to erzurum escort wanting to put on a show. I decided there was only way to find out their intent.

I moved out of the shadows and walked up the far side aisle. When one of them saw me, the other two turned to look. I smiled to myself – what must they be thinking watching a nude, completely smooth, young man causally strolling up the far aisle with a semi-erect cock…

When I reached the back of the theater, I stopped for awhile. The threesome had fully turned to look at me. Since they had not walked off and were watching me, I decided to fulfill my Sunday afternoon destiny.

I walked over to the main aisle and then down it toward the threesome. I was completely naked. They were fully clothed. This would be interesting.

As I approached the threesome, I saw that the blonde was wearing low-rise leggings over her long legs. Her top was low cut, partially exposing 34 or 36 C’s. The two males were wearing non-descript dark clothes.

When I stopped within arm’s reach, the two males, as if on cue, began running their hands over her. However, they remained at her side, which allowed me to step right up to her. I was immediately attracted to her pretty face. She had high cheekbones and a pretty mouth and smile. Better yet, her blues eyes were lively. It seemed we smiled at each other awhile, but it was only seconds.

The two males gently turned her, bent her over, and pealed her leggings down far enough to expose her beautifully sculptured buttocks. I then heard her murmur something like ‘not in my ass’ as she began to suck on a cock.

Having been duly cautioned, I put my hand underneath her cheeks and felt her pussy. It was warm and wet. My hard cock did not need any prepping either.

As I attempted to insert my cock, I realized I had to stand on my tippy toes. She was wearing heels, which made her a couple of inches taller than me. I could only penetrate her pussy a couple of inches, due to her height. After several minutes I became frustrated. Adding to the frustration, I was ready to cum.

I pulled out, but before I did, I couldn’t help but release a couple of shots of cum into her pussy. My cock remained hard, though.

The blonde realized the problem, turned around, slumped into the chair, and spread her legs for me. I put both my hands on the armrests and mounted her. Our faces were only inches apart.

This position was also very awkward and the same thing happened, again. After a couple of minutes, I withdrew after shooting a couple of shots of cum into her pussy. bursa escort My cock still remained hard.

The blonde sat up and looked at me. Her look said ‘maybe this isn’t going to work’.

Without letting her have a second thought, I spread her legs and dove my face into her pussy. I began alternating between sucking on her clit and tongue fucking her pussy.

Her imagining me tasting my cum and her sweet pussy juice drove us wild. In no time, she cried out as she came hard and willingly.

After her orgasmic spasms had subsided, I looked up at her. She smiled, grabbed my ears with both hands, and pulled my face into hers as I tried to stand up. She licked and sucked my face like a possessed woman.

When she was through, I finally stood up. We affectionately looked into each other’s eyes and then at my cock. It looked very big and it was obviously throbbing. A couple of strings of precum hung from my cockhead.

Without hesitation, she bent her head down and sucked my wet cockhead into her warm mouth. She gave me a fantastic, loving, blowjob. My cock seemed to grow even bigger in her mouth.

After she had sucked me for few minutes, she slid a finger into my anus. My cock did not squirt cum this time – it erupted cum almost instantly! My eyes closed, overwhelmed by the magnitude of my orgasm, but only for a second.

When my eyes opened, they were automatically focused on her sleek throat muscles rapidly opening and closing non-stop. I imagined that they were barely keeping up with my cum barrage.

As soon as I was through cumming, she went back to sucking my cock. Apparently, she wanted every remaining drop of my cum. However, my cock was way too sensitive for her to continue.

I tried to withdraw my cock from her mouth, but I couldn’t. She would not let it go! Desperate, I yanked my cock out of her mouth. When I did, my cock made the loudest pop coming out of her mouth. It was unbelievably loud. The sound actually echoed in the theater!

She looked up at me startled, her blue eyes were really big – and then she burst out laughing. Her laughter was so contagious that even us guys started laughing.

It was all over within thirty minutes. I watched them leave as I sat on my haunches in my corner.

Our goodbyes had been brief. I was pretty sure I would never see them, again.

I glumly looked down at the cum still oozing from limp cock. A second later, I smiled though. I reached around and gently probed my anus as the blonde had. As my balls tingled and tightened, I wondered if this was the next ‘frontier’ for me to experience.

I decided to play this thought out. I stood up, bent over, and spread my cheeks. From between my legs, I looked out into the vast dark theater.

It felt great to be naked and sexually free I thought as the coolness and darkness flowed over my naked body.

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“Ok, we’re all registered!” I said with a chuckle, pointing at my phone’s screen. I assumed she’d know I was joking, since I had been trying, and failing, to play a good practical joke on her for almost as long as we had been friends.

“Seriously? Oh my gosh, that’s fantastic!” Jean exclaimed enthusiastically. I nodded, not quite expecting her reaction. She continued, “We’re going to have to come up with a believable cover story though, in case people either ask questions afterwards or anybody wants to come.”

Jean’s reaction was unexpected. I had planned for all possible contingencies with my attempt at a good practical joke, and her being wildly enthusiastic about it was not one of the reactions I expected. Rolled eyes, yes. Saying something to the effect that I was disgusting, yes. Shaking her head and walking away, yes. Eagerly and enthusiastically being on board, no.

Wait a minute. Knowing her, she was turning my practical around on me, and as usual, coming out on top. That had to be it. But I don’t know that for certain yet. I decided to keep playing along. Then I’d pretend I knew all along that I knew that she knew that I knew. Or something like that.

“Yup. I think we can tell people we’re doing the Healthy Hearts 5K instead, it’s the same day and time. Nobody will know.” Both races were taking place on July 14th.

“Good plan. Where’s that Healthy Hearts run at? We need to be sure to that the fake race we pick is far enough away and early enough in the morning that nobody will decide they want to join us.”

“I think it’s a good decoy. It’s an hour from here and it starts at seven O’clock, I don’t think anybody would go for that. We can even pretend we just assumed nobody would want to, and say that’s why we didn’t invite anyone,” I said.

“Healthy Hearts Run it is!” she declared.

“Healthy Hearts Run?” said our boss Jeanne, who had walked up, and who also happened to pronounce her name as ‘Jean’. This was awkward. Exactly when did she walk up? Did she hear just that last part, or had she heard more? In earlier years, we had all been peers, but her career trajectory had surpassed us, along with everyone else, and now she was a Senior Vice President. In the old days, we had all been part of a new hire orientation training class. Jeanne our boss, and Jean my coworker had been inseparable, and we had affectionately called them the pair of Jeans, or if we were away from the office, tight Jeans. They also had individual nicknames. Jean my coworker would occasionally be lean Jean due to her physique or green eyed Jean due to her eyes, while our boss at first was nicknamed “clean Jeanne” because she was notoriously tidy, but as her career took off, people stopped using nicknames to her face, but at times, she might have been called “Queen Jeanne” and sometimes “Mean Jeanne”. In the case of Lean Jean and I, we had been quite close with Jeanne in earlier years, but although there were no hard feelings, the difference in responsibility and lifestyle caused her to drift off into a new and different existence to us ‘little people’.

“Yep, we’re running Saturday!” Jean said cheerfully. “Want to join us? It’s way up in the Hills”, she continued, knowing that our boss was so busy, she’d never actually make it.

“Out of town. Again.” she shrugged, pausing before the ‘again’ for emphasis. “I wish I could!” she said wistfully, using the old tone of voice we hadn’t heard in years from her, dating back to when we were all good friends and peers. It was a nice and all too fleeting moment, but almost as soon as it appeared, it vanished again and it was time for her to dash off to some other important meeting.

We watched her walk off. I will admit to some impure thoughts about her long legs and spectacular physique, and as I glanced at Jean, she seemed to be looking too. Once she turned the corner out of our line of sight, Jean turned back to me, and we continued with the topic at hand. “O.K., how much was it?” she said, as she opened her purse and got out her wallet. I was still a bit flustered, still not sure if she was re-tricking me, or if she was really as interested in this as she seemed. If she was outdoing me (as usual) in my attempts at a practical joke, she was doing a great job of it. I had no idea whatsoever whether she was serious, or about to start pointing at me and laughing and saying, “Got yaaa.”

“It was $40. Kind of a rip off, considering you don’t actually get a T-Shirt.” I joked.

She took two $20 bills out of her wallet and handed them to me. “Well, they can’t really be condoning the wearing of clothes, can they?” she laughed.

“No, I suppose they can’t!” I laughed, still not really sure what was happening.

“I’ve never done anything like this. You?” she asked, even though she clearly knew full well that I hadn’t. “How do you even attach a race bib? And I suppose no chip-timing of the runner’s speeds either?”

“They provide body paint, you write the race numbers gaziantep escort on your stomach.” I said. “And no, it’s not chip timed. And, I never have either.” I only knew the answer to her questions because the pictures on the website for the “Bare Naked and Sun Baked 5K” race had some carefully shielded photos of runners who had painted their race numbers on their stomachs or backs.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this!” she grinned.

“Me either!” I replied, pretending that I actually knew for sure whether we were in fact going to do this. I had no idea. I should know not to try to pull pranks on her.

“OK, email me the registration information. Meet there, or drive separately?” she said with a straight face, yet again making it impossible for me to tell whether she was playing along or not.

***

How did it get to this? It started several years ago. A group of us from the office had ran in a fundraising 5K race as part of a work sponsored team, and since then, a small group of us started running together on Saturday mornings. Most of the time, the run would just be a training run, but a few times a year, we’d run an organized 5k race.

Running groups are fickle things though. The odds of finding people with the same level of dedication as you, who run at about the same speed as you and who want to run about the same distance as you, who like to run on the same days as you, are pretty slim. So even with new members coming and going, the running group had dwindled into Jean and I.

As far as why we were in such a platonic type of friendship, that has its history too. When we first started working together, we had both been in other relationships, then in and out of a couple others over the time we knew one another. Almost all along, it was either both of us, one, or the other in a relationship, including an entire year where my significant other at the time was one of Jean’s close friends. A blabbermouth significant other, I might add. I shuddered to think of all the secrets Jean might know about me. Did she know I loved sexy toes on a woman? That I had a bit of an obsession with licking a sexy little asshole now and then? I knew Jean had to know everything, but she never let on.

So that put us in the situation we were in. Having spent so much time never thinking of the other as a prospective mate, we almost didn’t even think of one another that way. Almost. I had long ago admitted to myself that she was the girl of my dreams, but circumstances had never made it possible to act on it. She was everything I wanted, funny, smart, and kind, and of course, beautiful and sexy.

Then just yesterday, we were at work looking at one of the websites listing upcoming races, because it was about time for us to run a race. We both had a laugh when we saw a race happening at the big nudist resort in our city called the Bare Naked Sun Baked Nude Day 5K, in honor of something called Nude Day. We laughed for a moment, because we had never heard of something called Nude Day. Then, we got back on task and decided to just do a training run instead.

That was yesterday. This morning, I decided to try again to get her with a practical joke, so I had come up with the brilliant idea to tell her instead that I had registered for the all-nude race, thinking we’d get a laugh out of it. Except she went and acted as if she wanted to do the race, leaving me with no idea if she was pulling my leg or not. Just like her, to take my practical joke and turn it around on me.

Now, I also had to make a decision. It had been a practical joke, but if she seriously wanted to do the race, I would have to really register. But if she was pulling my leg, then she’d get the last laugh. It’s all so complicated.

***

“I’ll pick you up.” I said. I knew she was about to look over my shoulder at my phone’s screen, and that if she did, she’d notice that I didn’t really register for the race. Thankfully, this was taking place at work, and it was about time for us to get back to work.

“O.K.” she said, heading out of my cubicle and off to hers. As she walked off and I glanced at her fit figure, I couldn’t help but be excited at what it would be like to see her completely naked. Then I wondered to myself, what it would be like to be naked around her, not to mention hundreds, possibly thousands of other people. Oh my gosh, what have I gotten myself into? What if I get an uncontrollable erection in front of her? Or worse, what if it’s a cold morning, and I suffer from shrinkage in the cold weather? People will think I’m tiny, when in fact, I’m perfectly normal. Oh my gosh, now I’m being insecure. Whose idea was this anyway?

***

The rest of the day was a flurry of activity, combined with my state of distraction. It was work, so I didn’t want to use my work computer to really visit the nudist colony’s website.

Her cubicle was just over and across from mine, and not particularly far away. It is just hatay escort a fact of everyday life that you overhear the conversations of people who sit near you in an office environment like this. I heard her on the phone. “Hi, umm… I’m curious, if I got an, umm, procedure, how long would it take to heal up?” She continued, “I see. And how much?” and after a pause, “Oh.” What the hell was she talking about, and who was she talking to? She never hesitates or pauses when she speaks. “Saturday.” she said to whoever she was talking to. “Hmm. So if I came in today, it would be fine by Saturday?” she said. “Even if, you know… umm… everywhere?” A pause as she listened. “Oh, thank you so much for squeezing me in. I’ll be there as fast as I can!” she said as she hung up.

She got up, picked up her purse and very quickly popped her head around my cubicle wall and said to me, “Hey, I have to leave early today. Send me the information, ok?” and she breezed out the door. I barely had time to respond, but I did wheel my chair to the aisle and watch her walk briskly away, yet again imagining seeing that bottom naked. I was still puzzled though, what was that odd conversation about.

I got up to walk to the window, and watch her walk to her car. As I walked past her cubicle, I saw that she had forgotten to lock her computer, which is considered a major rules violation at our company, even grounds for termination. I decided to be a good Samaritan, and go hit “windows-key L” to quickly lock her screen. I really wasn’t trying to spy, but as I did that, I saw on her screen, she was looking at some beauty spa, and was on the hair removal page. She had been calling about hair removal. For Saturday. And in her own words, for everywhere. My penis twitched at the thought.

I took this as a sign. I rushed back to my phone, and really registered the two of us for the nude 5K race, and forwarded her the confirmation code and the lengthy email, full of instructions, and race etiquette for a 5K race at a nudist resort. It was all very complicated, but they had done a nice job of making non-members feel welcome and secure. And I didn’t know this before, but there are a lot of etiquette rules at a nudist resort. Always have a towel. Don’t leer. No public displays of affection. No hitting on the employees. I sneakily typed over the “received at” time on the email, so it would look like I had actually registered earlier that morning, to be thorough. I imagined what she must be going through, getting herself waxed. Everywhere. Us men, we are such weaklings, I chuckled to myself, imagining the agony a full waxing would be, while women do it on a steady basis.

***

“I can’t believe we’re doing this!” was her brief email reply about ten minutes later, possibly from the chair where her pubic hairs were being violently ripped out of her body, all in the name of beauty. I didn’t hear much more from her that day. The next morning, she popped her head in. “Hey, did you lock my screen for me yesterday? I didn’t even think of it until I was driving into work, I was so panicked.”

“Yeah, I saw that it wasn’t locked, I did my super fast keyboard shortcut.” I said, reenacting the keystroke sequence on my computer as we talked to show her how quickly I could lock a computer screen. I intentionally did it without even looking at the screen or the keyboard.

“Thanks.” she said. She almost seemed as if she was trying to discern if I had looked at the screen. I almost thought she was going to play it calm again, until she said, “Yeah, I didn’t want anyone seeing that I was looking at hair removal sites on my computer. God, it hurt.” she said matter of factly.

“I can only imagine!” I said, with a shudder. Except now we were talking about her pubic hair, or lack thereof. This was the greatest conversation ever.

“It better be all healed by Saturday, is all I can say. Right now, it looks terrifying!” she said.

Nobody else was nearby yet. I debated saying “Let’s see.” but decided against it. She seemed to sense the brief pause, and reached down, pulled up her skirt revealing no underwear, and showed me her still beautiful and amazing mound, covered with a thickish layer of cream, but still visibly red and raw where the cream wasn’t as thick. “Look what they did to me!” she said, jokingly.

“Ouch!” I said sympathetically.

“I’d show you my ass too, except I’d scream if I had to pull my cheeks apart. This better heal by Saturday!” she said. Then, as quickly as she flashed me, she dropped her skirt and went back to her cubicle.

I wanted to offer to kiss it better if she did, but I decided against it.

***

Saturday morning finally came. I didn’t expect to sleep well, but thankfully I did, but also popped right out of bed out of anticipation for the big day. I had spent a fair amount of the preceding Friday evening grooming myself to the best of my ability. I’m not the type to go completely shaven, although I knew hatay escort many nudists do. I looked good, I thought. Neat, somewhat symmetrical, with what I surmised to be just the right amount of pubic hair for a male to have. I showered and got ready, and as I was about to head out the door, I sent a text message letting her know I was on my way. The phone beeped back at me even before I started driving, she said, “See you soon. Deciding what to wear!” with a smiley face.

I try to be a safe driver, and not do text messaging while driving. The phone beeped at me twice, and at a traffic light, I couldn’t resist looking. The first text message said, “I’m torn between this outfit…”, followed almost immediately by a text of her in her normal running outfit in her full length mirror. As I was admiring the picture, another text came through. I scrolled down to the next message, which said, “Or this.” She was in the same pose in front of the same mirror, except completely naked, her firm breasts, her now silky smooth mound, even a bit of her labia in plain view. My jaw dropped. Sadly, the traffic light turned green at that very moment, jolting me from my sudden daze.

I had to pull over and stop. There was no way I could fail to reply promptly. “Second one for sure.” I said, adding a smiley. Feeling brazen, I added a second text right after the first. “Glad you healed up so nicely! I’m about ten minutes away.” I didn’t want to stop the texting, but I also needed to get there quickly, we didn’t have too much time to spare.

“Yup!” was the reply. “Drive safe.” was the next text from her, almost immediately. Then “Don’t look at your text messages while driving” was the third, again very quickly. “Better not be looking!”, except this was a picture of her closer to the mirror, her phone in her right hand, and her breast cupped in her left. “Don’t text and drive!” was the next, this one of her back to the mirror, her body turned slightly so she could aim the camera. “Turn it off!” was the next text, teasing me not to look at my phone while driving, while sending me pictures of herself naked.

The messages all came in such rapid fire, I hadn’t really started driving yet. “Stop, I’ll never get there! Wait. Don’t stop, but I need to drive. I want 25 pictures, I’m going to count the beeps!” I really had to drive, or we’d be late to the race.

“Fine.” she replied. As I pulled back to the street, I heard my phone beep. Then beep again. I counted ten beeps by the time I was at the next light. I couldn’t resist a glance. Ten pictures, each a bit progressively more daring than the last. She was enjoying herself, and I was thrilled. I couldn’t stop or divert too much attention, but the text messages kept coming in. I was now on the highway, no more traffic lights for a while. I swore though, more than 25 text messages came through, but I resisted the temptation to look.

As I got off the highway, I thought to myself, that I’d be able to glance at the phone, but for once in my life, the one time I wanted a red light, it was green. In fact, Karma seemed to be playing a cruel joke on me, since I had a completely traffic free drive all the way to her place.

I pulled into her driveway, and pulled out my phone. I had to scroll up, seemingly forever. I tried not to pay too much attention, but I was scrolling up past countless pictures of her naked. I’m not sure why, I just felt as if I should start at the top. Eventually, I got back to the “Turn it off!” text, and her delightful bottom. Next one, still of her bottom, but she was bending forward, “This is my butt.” Next, “This is my butt on drugs!”, a reference to a well known old TV commercial, a much closer up view of her bottom. Just then, the phone rang, it was her. “Hello?”

“Are you going to just sit out there looking at your phone? C’mon, let’s get going!” I looked up, and realized she was standing next to the car, making a “Hurry up!” gesture to me. Except she was stark naked except for her running shoes, standing on her driveway, holding a bag in her hands. She walked around the front of the car, then got in the passenger side. “We’re running late, right? Go, go, go!” She was being her good natured self, but also, she really did want to get going. I went. Almost begrudgingly, since I actually hadn’t finished looking at all the pictures she had sent. I went, with a naked girl in the passenger seat next to me. I was beginning to feel outdone, since I actually had on my running clothes.

The nude resort was about another thirty minutes of driving, mostly on the highway then on a two lane country road. Even with a beautiful naked woman, and a phone full of pictures of her, I was stuck keeping my eyes on the road. She was in rare form though, very wound up at the morning. She wanted me to drive faster, she was shouting at slow cars to get out of our way. At times, she caught herself getting too mad, and made a joke out of it.

“Geez, go back to taking pictures!” I joked. Although I wasn’t exactly joking. I’d get to keep these pictures forever, the more I had, the better. “Twenty five more, let’s document this drive.”

“Fine,” she said, reaching for her camera. The first one, she leaned toward me and took a selfie of the two of us.

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I will now skip over several weeks to the point where Will (Na-kana) and I began moving in to our house in our assigned city of Caponna, halfway between the equator and Aphora’s south pole.

During the interim I found that being on an all-women planet took some getting used to. Sure, the Aphoran camp on Earth and the all-woman crew on our space craft were a beginning, but now, every bus driver, mechanic, law officer, garbage pickup person, politician, manager, soldier, scientist and farmer was a woman. Goes to show that given the chance women can do it all, except for, you know, full fucking.

The powers that be were kind to Will and I by assigning my ship-guide Na-hoyan to be our housemother. As she drove us and our belongings into our new neighborhood, our hair blew around in the warm breeze, and our bare arms were dappled with passing shafts of sunlight.

Caponna was a city of trees and small homes with a slow-moving river at the base of a mountain range. With a population of about 80,000, the city had a modest downtown with not a man in sight, and of course all the women were over 30.

Will and I were surprised to find almost every home to be round.

“It’s like a forest of mushrooms,” I remarked.

“Maybe it makes everyone well-rounded,” added Will.

“Let’s hope they are very, very well-rounded,” I added. Will and I get silly sometimes; and at this point we were exhilarated and flighty.

This was the first time we all had seen our government-sponsored home, and so between the three of us, we selected bedrooms (also without corners). Then our eminently practical and slight housemom went shopping to find bedcoverings, kitchen utensils, food, cleanliness items, and everything else we’d need to get our feet on the ground. However, we did not need tampons.

After Will and I sometimes glanced out the windows at women walking by to see what they actually wore and how they behaved, Na-hoyan took us under her wing to introduce us further to Aphoran culture, speech, religion, and daily living, including cooking.

“No more Earth food for you,” she advised. “I want you to try and taste all the different local foods, one by one. I’m sure there are some you won’t like, just as there were Earth foods I didn’t like – like bacon and squash and some of those things. And I need to give you a quick course on how we cook here.”

Which she did. There were Will and I wearing the Aphoran version of aprons, cutting, slicing and dicing vegetables and meats, behaving more and more like women every day, picking up more of the language by being around our house mother, and by not allowing ourselves to slip back into English.

Will and I made every effort to dress in a manner similar to the women passing by outside (Na-hoyan, for the time being, was out of uniform). I immensely enjoyed being a full-time woman – picking my lingerie and clothing for the day according to my mood – then dressing and looking at myself in the mirror – and letting myself slip into Pora-tarne’s persona.

After several weeks, it was time for Na-hoyan to take a four-day vacation and visit her family and friends in another city, saying she had confidence in our ability to pass and take care of ourselves.

“It’s OK to take short walks outside ısparta escort the house,” she decided. “But don’t get into any extended conversations or relationships with anyone yet. When I return I’ll escort you around town to ease you into your roles.

“If anyone should ask you where you came from and what you’ll be doing here, explain that you recently graduated with advanced degrees from the capital city’s university, and that you’re taking a vacation before looking for jobs here. OK? … And if any questions are asked about your not speaking the language convincingly, just say that you had hearing problems for many years which were eventually fixed – for both of you. In fact, you can say that that’s the reason you two pal around together – because of that past problem.”

“OK, house mam,” I said, before giving her a peck on the cheek and bidding her goodbye.

So, that evening Will and I settled down into our leather-like, kind-of sofa, to watch the Aphoran version of television. We watched an old, pre-virus movie where Aphoran men and women had families and everyone seemed hunky-dory, and we speculated about how the current population might feel about seeing it. Then, after some light Aphoran kind-of beer, we retired to our rooms. I changed into my nightie and pulled the covers over me.

In the middle of the night, I heard my door open and Miss Will came in.

“I’m embarrassed to say this, being a grown … woman,” she whispered in her now-feminine voice, “but sometimes when I’m in a strange place I freak out a little and can’t sleep. Do you mind if I share your bed?”

“That’s OK,” I said, worried that she wanted more.

So she crawled in, and a few minutes later began to spoon me. I could feel her tits against my back and her penis against my butt. But she wasn’t trying anything, so I allowed myself to relax. In fact, I lay my hand back on the curve of her hip, and I got a tiny erection, but we both feel asleep. I guess we were providing each other a little needed feminine companionship in this strange place.

And oddly enough, when Na-hoyan returned and found Will and I were sleeping together sometimes, we began an arrangement where sometimes Will or I would also sleep similarly with her, ostensibly like sisters.

But … at least with me (I never mentioned this to Will), one night when I was spooning her, Na-hoyan asked me to play with her breasts, and after I’d teased her nipples for a while, she asked me to suck one of them, which I was only too glad to do. Soon I could feel movements in the bed hinting she was masturbating, followed by some deep breaths and a couple jerks, and then we fell asleep.

After that, from time to time, she’d return the favor in the exact same way, except that I needed to grab a towel beforehand. I was delighted that my nipples had enlarged along with my breasts and had become so much more sensitive.

I figured if she wanted to go all the way, she’d let me know, but that never happened. I don’t know if she was doing it with Will also. All I can say, is, the planet of Aphora was losing some of my valuable sperm in that little towel …

Which leads me to say that, yes, Will and I did begin to contribute our sperm beginning shortly after our arrival kars escort at the mushroom-shaped house. Na-hoyan gave us glass vials to milk ourselves into every two weeks, and all I needed to do was look at myself in a mirror wearing my sexiest bra and panties – and perform a little hand work. Or I’d close my eyes and imagine making it with the sexy Ah-lahnaya. I asked Will how she was managing it, and she shrugged and said there were a couple women she’d seen after arrival on the planet that motivated her.

Whenever we turned in the vials, a little white vehicle soon appeared to pick them up.

Finally the time came when Na-hoyan decided to give us our gradual introduction to Caponnan society. Will and I had already made a few walking forays around our neighborhood at night, which I found quite exciting, and maybe even a little dangerous – because what if we didn’t come across as women? But no one looked twice at us, and the more relaxed Will and I became (and maybe passersby thought we were a couple?), the more completely womanlike we became. Our choice of clothing, our walking styles, our voices, and our movements became more and more Aphoran.

Early one evening our house mother took us downtown for the first time, to a comfortable restaurant which she said served very traditional, tasty food. I no longer had any fears and was just out to enjoy seeing and being seen. Will, however, seemed pretty reticent and subdued. I was beginning to wonder just how he’d perform in the meeting-and-seduction arena once we got that far.

Anyway, I was wearing a dress that flowed easily around my legs and was fairly tight around my wonderful boobs and waist. My luxuriant hair flowed down to my shoulders, and I loved feeling it against my earrings and face. I was wearing my most comfortable but yet sexy (to me, anyway) shoes, with open toes and multiple leather straps. My makeup was demure, with subtle lipstick.

And I had helped Will dress, as well. There was nothing dowdy or unfashionable about us. However, Na-hoyan looked like our country cousin, wearing a plain-Jane dress, no jewelry, and shoes that might have been worn by the Amish back on Earth.

We were guided to a table by a waitress, and Na-hoyan showed us how an electronic menu was embedded in the tabletop. As she explained some of the choices, and her recommendations, I looked to the rear of the place, where women cooks were working expertly.

The restaurant was only about one-third full at this early hour (on Aphora most people eat during the evening). After we placed our orders I had time to check out the other patrons. I must say, at least in this city, and at the airport, Aphoran women generally kept themselves in good shape (but once in a while, perhaps due to genes, a woman would be as overweight as the duty office I’d run into on the spacecraft).

Around half of them were in dresses and half in pants or leggings. Colorfully decorated tights were popular, along with camis or T-shirts, due to the warm weather. Occasionally, I’d see tops similar to tunics on Earth. Hair styles were different than on Earth, and Na-hoyan had styled Will’s and my hair to match. There were several tables of two women, a table of six, and two solo customers. I didn’t see anyone signaling kastamonu escort her availability via braids or necklaces. All the customers except one dark-brown-skinned woman were as white- or tanned-skin as Caucasians on Earth.

I was finally beginning to notice subtle differences between Aphoran women and their Earth counterparts. Aphorans, for whatever reason, didn’t have a smooth, unbroken nose line – there would typically be a small indentation just an inch or so above the end of their noses. Their ears were shaped slightly differently, and their foreheads were usually higher before their hairline began. Lips were narrower.

But the most impressive difference was the quality of many of their eyes. Inside, there seemed to be the illusion of tiny, glittering ice crystals, which to me connoted so much energy and aliveness, for lack of a better word. I found their eyes captivating to an extreme.

I had always noted on Earth the different way people from various regions laughed. In Caponna, the laugh de rigueur was complex. It would usually begin with a titter, as though a woman was trying to suppress it, but then would oftentimes break through in waves of laughter that gradually deepened in tone. I didn’t find it particularly attractive when it fully developed, to tell the truth.

Several couples and customers entering in the restaurant were holding hands, and a couple on the walkway outside were in a passionate, kissing embrace. On Earth that might’ve drawn attention, but not here …

The meal was totally delicious. Will and I made every effort to eat daintily, with small bites. I knew she was also checking out the women that surrounded us – I looked forward to comparing notes when we returned home.

But the day was not yet over, and our placid Na-hoyan took us to the next level when we went (as the evening went completely dark) to a bar of sorts. I felt kinda like a tourist here, or a voyeur. We sat at a table in an establishment consisting of many large panels which pulsed slowly with warm, migrating colors. The movement of the colors was tied to the music being played – strange to my ears, but I figured I’d get to like it over time. Liquors were being served, and eventually more and more women arrived, some with gray strands of hair. I loved looking at their well-rounded derrieres and happy faces as they talked, danced, embraced and, of course, drank.

And here, finally, I found many guests with braided hair or the certain necklace I’d been told about. So I looked at those women most intently, and a good number turned me on. Maybe before the next time I came here I’d need to have Na-hoyan style my hair that way too.

Na-hoyan looked at Will and I, probably reading our minds. The unusual-tasting liquors were definitely loosening us up.

A couple women looked our way, and eventually one came over to talk. It turned out she knew our house mom from college days, and they needed to catch up with each other. She had long, attractive, dark hair reaching to her breasts, which were quite in evidence above her leather bustier, which also served to pull in her waist attractively. I tried to ignore her, but kept stealing glances. She was tall, almost as tall as me, and had those beautiful, glittering eyes.

I really wasn’t thinking about she might perceive me, but Na-hoyan revealed when we returned home that her friend thought Will and I rather fetching. But, said Na-hoyan, “If you intend to return there to pick up women, you needed to dress more provocatively.” I was all for that.

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A New Beginning Ch. 07

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Thank you for all the votes and comments on the last chapter. A huge thank you to my wonderful editor and his slipper. He now has to hop a lot, but we do have lots of lovely rattan products for sale.

A shout out as well to Ham_sandwich who helped pick me up when I was feeling down and made me smile. Thanks my friend, your input has been greatly appreciated. And now you have to read every chapter to see just what I have done with your suggestions!!

This chapter contains outdoor sex and pet play.

*****

I ran up the stairs taking them two at a time to my room, excitement coursing through my veins. Master was going to take me to my old house to pick up the last item I wanted to bring here and I couldn’t contain my joy.

I entered my bedroom and opened the wardrobe, pulling the suit carrier I had picked up yesterday and laying it on the bed with the care one would take with a newborn baby. I was still naked from this mornings activities, my ass still feeling empty. After lunch Silky had helped me remove and clean the plug that had nestled in my rear passage, an equally strange feeling to having it inserted in the first place!

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts I returned my concentration to getting myself dressed. Slowly unzipping the side of the opaque suit carrier, I began the ritual of preparing myself for today’s outing.

When I was finally ready I slipped a shiny penny down the front of my outfit and headed for the door. Clumping down the stairs, my arrival in the kitchen caused Silky to sigh deeply and bang her head on the table.

“Haddaway and shite hinny, divvin’ tell me ye one of them an all!” Her words thick and muffled by the fact she was now holding her head in her hands.

“What? Who? Where? When?” I looked baffled, not completely sure what she had just said to me. I had never heard Silky lapse into such a broad accent

“She said “Oh for fucks sake love, don’t tell me you are one of them as well. Roughly anyway!! I think shes referring to the way you are dressed little one, and the implications of that!” Master had strode into the room dressed similarly to myself and was chuckling softly.

I turned to face him as he was translating Silky’s outburst and nearly fell over in shock, my eyes drinking in every inch of his now leather clad body. The implications were slowly sinking in. I had expected to have a trip in the DB9 today and it seemed that Master had indeed surprised me.

“WOW Sir! You look stunning, I mean…I didn’t know, that is to say I assumed, well gosh they are the new Arlen Ness Roo leathers are they not?” My words were jumbled and making less sense than I usually manage.

“Oh Alannah, you’re so sweet when you get flustered. The blush that rises up your neck is a sight to behold. I said yesterday I may very well surprise you and It looks like I just have.” His smile was cheeky and his eyes sparkling.

“Erm yes Sir, surprise me you did Sir. I…I oh don’t know what to say.” I mumbled still trying to process the fact that Sir had a bike as well.

“Speechless little one? That must be a first!” He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Yes Sir, a rare occurrence I will give you that! I take it Silky won’t be joining us?” I stole a quick glance at where Silky was sitting, raising my eyes in question.

“No bloody chance! I get to sit here and worry myself daft about the pair of you instead!” Silky spluttered, but at least I could understand her this time!

“Silky doesn’t approve and no amount of gentle cajoling has gotten her to change her mind.”

“NO and it won’t work from you either Alannah so don’t even go there!!”

I looked at Silky, trying to figure out from her tone of voice if she was indeed as angry at me as I thought she was.

“I’m sorry Silky, if it means that much to you love then I won’t go. Please don’t be upset with me.”

“I’m not upset with you pet, just I worry enough when Master is out there on that…that..damn machine” She spat, looking down before she carried on, ” I suppose I will just have to worry twice as much now, but I would never tell him not to go, nor will I you. Now get gone so I can fret in peace!”

“We have a saying back in Eire, ‘safe home’ and we will make it back home Silky, how could we not when we have you here waiting for us?” The irony of my words not lost on me, I said those words to Dietmar everytime he went somewhere and look where that got me.

Silky’s look told me she too had seen right through my attempts to console her but as she stood and walked over to me, I knew she had seen something else as well. She tilted her head down to meet me and brushed her lips across mine with the softest of touches.

“Safe home Alannah pet, safe home.” She whispered, “Now fuck off the pair of you and let me wallow in misery.” The gentle teasing laughter in her voice making me feel better immediately

I turned to Master who bend down to give Silky a light kiss before catching hold of my hand and making gaziantep escort for the kitchen door.

Trailing behind him, admiring his leather clad behind thinking to myself I was getting to be a right perv since coming here, also frowning as I realised even the best bum looked huge in leathers.

A press of a button started the garage doors on their journey upwards, revealing from the tyre up a large sports bike, gleaming silver as the light hit the fairings.

“Nice Sir, very very nice. Thats the special edition GSXR 1000 K3 is it not?”

“I’m impressed little one, it is indeed. Its a K3 on an K5 plate, as it was sent back to the factory for a limited paint job. Not many people know that!” He smirked waggling his eyebrows in his signature goofy way. “Ready for a ride then precious?” The silly smirk still there at his double meaning words.

“Yes Sir, ready as I shall ever be Sir.” I was impatient to get back to my old home, but still had a feeling of trepidation at riding pillion.

“Right then, jump on and hold on to my waist and we can get this show on the road. I must admit I’m looking forward to this almost as much as I was at sinking that plug slowly into your beautiful ass earlier.”

The now familiar ache in my clit was returning with force at the memories of this mornings activities, serving to quell any nerves and distracting my thoughts from those of trepidation, to ones of wanting to experience another new feeling.

I pulled on my helmet and climbed carefully on to the passenger seat behind Master, resting my feet on the footpegs and resisting the urge to try and find first gear.

I admit I don’t remember much about the ride from that point on, I let my mind drift off and relaxed into the sway of the machine beneath me. I came back to the present just in time to glance up and see that we had arrived at my previous address. I waited till he patted my leg and gestured for me to swing myself off the bike, before setting foot on the driveway.

Once my feet touched the floor I was off up the path to the garage like a bee drawn to honey, or in this case Harry.

Walking into the garage my heart was leaping and the butterflies in my stomach were working overtime. The smile broke across my face as I set eyes on Harry, all chained up and snug in the corner, covered with his winter blanket, well bike cover but it was a nice fluffy one!

I all but ran over and whipped the cover off, my eyes lighting up with joy as I revealed the shiny black and white paintwork of my pride and joy.

Harry is a CBR 600RR the first of the injection models and has given me more intense moments than most men have, which considering my lifestyle says a lot! I glanced up to see Master standing in the doorway laughing, the expression on his face convincing me he could indeed read my mind.

“Come on then little one, lets get this show on the road. I have a special place I want to take you to, and the roads leading there are made for bikes.”

“Yes Sir, I’m ready.” I replied as I turned back to Harry undid the myriad of chains that kept him safe and slotted the key in the ignition, pausing slightly as I pulled in the clutch and turned the key.

The noise of the engine starting up echoed round the garage, the aftermarket exhaust thumping loudly. I bent down and picked up my helmet pulling it over my head and flicking the dark visor down. That sense of aloneness flowed through my body, every nerve jangled with excitement. I threw my leg over the seat, kicked up the side stand and heard the loud click that signified I had knocked it into first gear. Feathering the clutch I edged the throbbing machine beneath me towards the driveway.

Master had returned to his bike and followed the same ritual I had and was waiting at the end of the path for me. A brief nod of the head signified I was ready and after checking the road was clear we pulled out and set off.

The first few minutes of any ride was always nerve racking, getting the feel for the bike again and conscious that cold tyres are not good when you only have two in contact with the road. By the time I had entered the second corner my mind was solely on the journey, reading the twists and turns instinctively. Its just you and the tarmac , nothing else matters, the freedom is unparalleled. A cliche maybe but bar subspace it was the one time I felt completely at peace with myself.

The roads were indeed made for bikes, lovely twisty corners interspersed with a few decent long straights, the bike flip flopping from one bend into the next. I was riding like I was on rails, everything felt right.The wind whistling through the vents in my helmet like the thoughts swirling round in my mind.

When I first started my lessons all those years ago, Dietmar had given me one piece of advice that had stuck with me; The bike is better than you ever will be, listen to it and you will be fine. I’m sure he mentioned something about the throttle going both ways as giresun escort well!!

As I was unaware of our final destination I was content to follow Master as he swung his GSXR into the corners at a reasonable speed, I assumed he was taking it easy to make sure I was comfortable. I sent a silent thank you to him, as once again he had shown me I was right to put my trust in him.

I saw his left indicator start to blink as we approached a smaller lane entrance coming up ahead, knocking down the gears I clicked my flasher and followed him down a narrow country lane. My right foot hovering above the rear brake as the tyres bumped across the rougher road surface. Just as my heart was making its way up to my throat, Master pulled his bike to a halt in front of a large metal barred gate with a sign telling me I was about to enter private property and to watch out for guard dogs roaming free. In smaller writing underneath was written ‘Beware of the pooches but be more careful of the owner and his shot gun!!’

I chuckled to myself behind my dark visor, the mystery suddenly becoming clear, it could only be Master’s private property with a warning sign quite like that one.

I took off my lid and placed it on the handlebars, and turned towards where Master had parked his bike, opening the gate with a key in one quick movement. He strode towards me, pulling my leather clad body into his as his lips met mine, my whole body seemed to melt as the kiss deepened, our lips crushing against one another, tongues entwining and exploring. My legs began to tremble as my knees buckled under me, before I could lose my balance I found myself swept into his arms as he carried me across the field. On reaching the densely wooded area he sat me gently down beneath a large silver birch tree, the mass of fallen leaves shimmering white on the forest floor resembling a silken blanket. Master had obviously set this up as under me was a soft thick blanket, cushioned by the moss and foliage below.

His hands moved to the zip that went from my neck to just above my groin area and tugged slowly but firmly till the front of the leather parted, the noise of the metal clicking against metal seeming so much louder in the quiet peaceful surroundings. Shrugging my shoulders to help release my arms from suit as he pulled at the cuffs. He moved to kneel by my feet, gently parting the velcro fastening at the side of my boots and unzipping them. His fingers worked nimbly pulling the outfit off my body.

“Bloody hell Alannah, how many layers are you wearing?!” His laughter mingled with exasperation.

“Erm a few Sir, it gets a wee bit chilly at times and I don’t ‘do’ cold Sir! Besides I wasn’t expecting to have to take them off in a hurry in the middle of the woods Sir!”

His eyes locked on mine as he muttered under his breath something about spontaneous sex being out the question with a nesh woman biker. I stood up and started to peel the various layers off, all thoughts of folding them nicely gone and just throwing them on the ground before me. When the final base layer was lying on the floor, I stood there and shivered slightly.

“Are you cold little one? Put your arms around me, hold me Alannah- hold me as tightly as you can.” His voice thick with lust as he placed his arms round my back.

Obediently I clung to him, I curled my arms around his toned muscular body as he lowered me down onto the soft blanket beneath us. His hard cock nudging against my thigh as I felt the weight of his body press down on mine. I knew he was about to enter me, instinctively my ass raised off the ground,pushing my cunt to meet him, tightening my legs around his hips as he thrust deep inside me. An exquisite feeling swept over me, the warm moist sensation spreading from between my legs. I was dripping wet, the sounds of the birds in the trees serving to remind me exactly where I was; outside in a forest being fucked by the man I had fallen in love with so quickly.

I had no time to process that revelation. I was once again lost in the moment as his lips locked against mine to muffle the moans and soft sighs of pleasure as he moved in and out with the slowest of thrusts, penetrating deep inside me. Time seemed to stand still as I surrendered myself to the sensations. My hands were gripping his ass, pushing him down as I arched my back, wanting to feel as much of him inside me as possible.

“Hands above your head little one.” A single command that made my cunt clench around his thick shaft and tingles run down my spine.

Moving my hands somewhat reluctantly from his ass, I lifted them above my head, feeling them rest against the silver bark of the tree. His hands moving from beside my shoulders,where he had been bracing himself ,to grip my wrists and pin me down. I felt my whole body relax, as his weight shifted on top of me. His thrust becoming faster and harder as I tightened the grip of my thighs around him.

“No Sir please, oh please!” I pleaded as I felt his cock slide out of gümüşhane escort my cunt fully, leaving me open and empty.

“Stand up little one, I want you bent over that log with that beautiful ass raised high in invitation. I want to see that pretty little cunt of yours begging me to enter it.” He growled the words, his voice filled with urgent need and desire.

His hand reached for mine as he helped me to my feet, rather unsteadily I swayed to the fallen log of an old beech tree. The silver white of the bark smooth and shimmering in the shafts of light that penetrated the forest canopy. Just as I was about to lower myself down over the thick trunk, Sir threw the blanket I had previously been laying on over the surface.

“Splinters are no fun precious, and as much as I like a bit of needle play, not of the wooden variety, now bend over and tell me again just what it is you want.”

“urhh mhmm oh feck!” I stammered as I lowered myself onto the soft blanket, clasping my hands together in front of me and wiggling so my ass was presented in a willing pose. My cunt was throbbing and pulsing as I thought about his last words…needle play…a dozen memories came flooding back and the juices seeping from my splayed open cunt did nothing to hide my arousal.

“I’m sorry little one, I don’t speak that language! Try again precious.” As he was speaking he was slowly rubbing the head of his cock across my ass cheeks, gently stroking down towards my enlarged outer labia.

“OH GOD SIR PLEASE FUCK ME, TAKE ME HARD PLEASE!” I screamed, startling a few members of the local wildlife.

“With pl…” His sentence drowned out by my squeal of excitement as he pushed deep into me with a single long thrust.

“Oh that’s soooooo gooooood Sir, please Sir fuck me, mmmmmmm.” I moaned loudly as I felt his shaft settle deep inside me, bottoming out against the entrance to my cervix.

His hands clasped around my front, grabbing a handful of my breasts as he squeezed hard enough to make me hiss in discomfort, my cunt contracting around his cock as the waves of pain turned into the delightful sensations of pleasure. His grip increasing as he started to draw back out of me slowly, before slamming back down hard.

My heart was thudding as he increased the tempo of his strokes, my breathing quickening almost in time to the hard fast pounding sensations as his cock slammed into my soaking wet cunt again and again.

He moved his hand from my breasts and took my hand in his, moving it to the soft fleshy area under my tummy and just above my mound. Pressing my fingers down into my flesh with the palm of his hand he continued to move in and out in rhythm with my wiggling hips. I could feel his cock under my skin with each thrust, his low deep moans telling me he could in turn feel the pressure from my dainty fingers against his shaft. His grip on my hand tightened as I felt the tell tale signs of his impending orgasm ripple through me. I groaned out loud as his shaft seemed to swell inside me, minute spasms pulsed against the inner walls of my cunt . I clenched my PC muscles to intensify the feelings, the gentle tingling swept over me as the fire in the pit of my tummy grew as he started to thrust faster and deeper.

“Sir, please I’m going to cum. Fuck!” I screamed.

“Cum… for… me… Precious, NOW!” His words iterated by a set of hard, deliberate deep thrusts as his fingers moved from my tummy to my clit. The sensations of the strokes across my swollen sensitive bud sent me reeling over the edge.

As my sex pulsed and spasmed against his cock he continued his thrusts, speeding up as he edged closer to his own release. Moving his hand from my clit to my legs as his nails dug into my thighs as he pulled me back against him as he thrust forward.

“FUCK NOW!!” He hollered as he stilled against me, his body pressed tight against my back, pushing my breasts hard against the blanket covering the tree trunk enough for me to feel the contours of the bark beneath me. His shaft seemed to swell and contract as I felt every pump of his semen fill my now sensitive cunt.

A soft kiss on my neck sent shivers down my spine and broke me from my reverie, I had been so lost in the moment, I hadn’t noticed the spots of rain that were breaking through the natural umbrella of the trees canopy.

“Come on my precious little one, for as much as I’d like to stay here and enjoy you some more, I think we should be getting back. Silky worries enough when the weather is good!”

“Yes Sir, grand idea! I don’t find riding in the rain the best fun, I admit!”

His hands gently circled my waist and lifted me back onto my feet, well I think they were my feet but from the jelly like qualities my legs seemed to have acquired in the last half hour, I wasn’t quite sure! A small chuckle from behind me told me that he knew just how hard I was trying to get my legs to obey the signals from my brain.

“Left, right, left…” He uttered not even trying to hid the mirth behind the words.

“I don’t know what your laughing about, its your fault! If you are not careful you shall have to carry me back to the bikes.” I smiled as I spun round to face him, looking up into his eyes and melting as I saw the look of deep contentment reflected in them.

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“Hey,” Brian typed nervously into the keyboard.

“Lol. hi Brian,” Megan wrote back.

“What are you up to,” he asked.

” Nothing,” she said back. “What are you doing?”

“Well,” he stuttered a bit while typing ,” I’m umm rubbing myself,” he told her.

“Oh.. Oh wow,” she said. “Hey look… I have to go now I’ll talk to you later, bye.

“No…don’t go!” But he was too late.

Brian was white. He was tall but skinny. Most girls didn’t pay attention to him at school. His short brown hair and his goofy sense of humor made him one of the guys he were in the background of all the school photos.

It was last year, the day after his birthday, when he met her. She was gorgeous, funny, and oh so sexy. Her display picture turned him on the first time he saw it. Her skin was a medium-dark chocolate color. Her eyes were dark brown. Her lips were full and pink. Her breasts were amazing too. Big and round.

He worked at a fast food restaurant part-time. He hated going to work, but someone needed to pay the bills and it wasn’t his housemate. Whenever he came home he always looked forward to his and Megan’s late night “chats”. She told him how much she had wanted him and how much he turned her on. He had even bought a webcam so that she could see what she did to him.

He was up all night trying to figure out how he was going to pay the light bill when Steven walked in with one of his sluttish girl friends.

“Hey dude,” said Steven.

“Uh.. Hi,” said Brian.

“Look me and Tiff need you to like get lost just for the night,” he said.

“What the fuck,” snapped Brian, “this is my house too! Where am I supposed to go?”

“I don’t know and I don’t care, but we need you to leave now,” said Steven laughing.

“Fine!”

Megan was sitting at home alone again. Her roommate Leslie was out again with her friends. So Megan had stayed home and watched a movie with popcorn.(her typical Friday night)She was thinking of Brian all day today. During study hall she had thought of his smile and his eyes. She often found herself rubbing her clit when she thought of him. She had met him a year ago on some dating site. He was friendly and often complimented her on her looks.

Megan thought back y her first real encounter with white guys. She was only 14 at summer camp. Her group leader was a tall white guy with seep blue eyes and nice abs. He was so sweet and caring. He had touched her bum by accident once. He turned a bright red. He had quickly said sorry. After that Megan often found herself wondering what it would be like to touch him. To kiss him. To rub him. But she had quickly shook the thought. Her mother didn’t approve of mixed couples. But ever since then she found herself eskişehir escort enthralled with white guys.

As Megan sat there watching the retarded car commercial her phone beeped. It was a message from Brian! Megan’s heart jumped at the screen that displayed new message. She quickly opened it. It read: “Can I come over?” Megan thought of all the times he had said he wanted to have sex with her. He had described every detail to her. Megan had thought f it all the things they could do. “Yes.” She sent it quickly. She hurried into the bathroom. She needed to get freshened up for him.

Brian looked at the screen of his phone. “Yes.” He thought of Megan. What was she doing. What was she wearing. He bit his lip hard in thought. She had already given him her address when she told him she had wanted him to send her postcards from my trip in Canada. He sighed to himself, “I wonder if she’s as pretty in real life as she is in her picture?”

As he neared the door to her apartment he slowed down a bit. But when he finally reached her door he knocked twice. Nothing more nothing less. Hew was so nervous. He had never met Megan before, nor had he been with a black girl.

She opened the door wide. She stood there in short shorts and a blue tank top. She smelled like passion fruit with a hint of vanilla`. As he took in her smell and sight he sighed. His eyes fell to her bust. Round and high up her gorgeous tits sat. They were rather big and fit her body perfectly. Her legs were gorgeous. Her thighs where big, but shapely. Her claves were strong looking. He stood there growing hard.

“So, you going to come in or are you just going to stand there and ogle me all day?” She asked him seductively.

“I’m going to come in,” he said quickly. He walked into the apartment. It was cozy yet clean and there was popcorn on the table in front of the couch. He scratched his head as he watched Megan swiftly bounce down onto the couch.

“He he,” Megan laughed, ” you should join me.”

I sat next to her. God damn she was so sexy. We were watching some movie I never did catch the name, but Megan seemed interested in it so I watch with her. She broke the silence.

” What are you thinking about,” she asked me.

I seriously couldn’t tell her that I was thinking of her naked breasts. ” Your smile,” I said.

“Ha ha that’s sweet,” she said sarcastically, ” But what are you really thinking about?”

I looked down her tank top. I saw her dark nipples. I moaned to myself. “Well, if you must know, I’m thinking of your um breasts,” I said a bit too timidly.

“Oh yeah?” She picked up the remote and switched off the t v . ” Why didn’t you just say that in the first place?” “You know Brian, I wouldn’t gaziantep escort have said yes to you if I didn’t want you to touch me.”

“I didn’t want to seem pushy.”

“Well I want you to fuck me. You know I’ve wanted this for such a long time.”

Her hand fell on my crotch. “Megan ,” I whimpered. She began to rub me gently. I moaned. I then scooted towards her and pulled off her tank top. Her bra was lacy black with a little bow in the center. She unzipped my pants. Her beautiful brown hands rescued my now hard cock out or my boxers.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned. My dick was 5 ½ inches with a pink head. I was about 2 inches in diameter. She pulled out my balls too. They were big and pink. She licked her lips seductively. She told me how amazing my dick was. I was oozing pre cum now and I wanted her lips on me. She began jerking me off. She went up and down on it pumping my shaft with her skilled hands. I was moaning now. She then went down and licked the pre cum off with the tip of her tongue. She was teasing my now pulsing cock. I unskillfully un buckled her bra. She stood up and stripped it off to uncover some of the most beautiful tits I had ever seen. They were big but not too big and they were capped with large dark chocolate areolas. My dick stood up high now. I stripped off my shirt and I held my dick in my hand. I watched her strip off her shorts and she left her lacy black boy shorts on. I had noticed she was freshly shaven. Yum I thought to myself. I had already stripped off my pants and boxers now. She led me into her room. She had a queen sized bed with a blue comforter. She lied on the bed and I quickly followed. We started kissing and groping at each others bodies. I had lusted for her for over a year and now my dream was finally coming true. I ran my hand up her leg. I felt the heat of her sweet damp pussy against the palm of my hand. She shifted and laid down on her back. I kissed down her neckline and through her large breasts all the way down her stomach to her panties. I slowly removed them with my teeth. I pulled them all the way down off of her perfectly manicured toes. She let out a sigh. I kissed my way back up her leg and I spent some time kissing and licking the inside of her beautiful thighs. I trailed my kissed back up to her sexy little pussy. I stuck my tongue out and traced the lips with the tip. I heard her let out a urgent moan. I then parted her sweetness with my tongue. Oh my god her sweet perfect pussy tasted so good. I searched around for her clit which protruded moans from her sexy full lips. I then stuck my tongue into her. She cried out for me, screaming my name so loudly. I loved the way she tasted and I told her so. She tasted kind of tangy with a hint of saltiness. giresun escort So delicious. As I lapped up all her sweet juices she moaned for me again. She then bucked into my face and let out a scream of pleasure. She coated my face with cum. I told her to get up and lay on her stomach. She quickly obliged. As she laid down I got my first full view of that round chocolate ass it was huge with two big brown cheeks. My mouth was watering at that point. I sat on the bed my hard on fell her ass. I rubbed her sweet bum. I massaged it and played with it for awhile. I then parted those two lovely brown cheeks to uncover her sweet purple colored asshole. I sighed in pleasure. “Oh god you have a lovely ass.”

“Thanks,” she replied.

I continued examining her lovely asshole. I bit my lip again. I bent down and took in her scent. Strong and musky yet sexy. I stuck my tongue out and ran it over her tight hole. This made her moan and coo in orgasmic pleasure. I had begun to enter my tongue into her. God she was tight. I moaned into her ass which sent vibrations through her warm body. As I licked and sucked on her beautiful hidden snatch I her cry out again. “Yes yes oh yes Brian.” she came on her sheets. I stopped. She turned over and looked up at me. “Let me blow you, it would only be fair,” she said looking up at me with those beautiful big brown eyes. She then positioned herself between my legs. She began at the base of my cock and trailed her tongue all the way to the tip of my head . I hissed in pleasure. She had begun to suck on the head of my now pulsating cock. I was moaning like a sick dog. She began to insert me into her mouth all the way. Since I was only 5 ½ inches she had no problem with that. She sucked on me long and hard, my cock hitting her tonsils every time she bobbed her head down. She rubbed my balls so gently that I had begun groaning too. I fell from her mouth. “Fuck me please,” she said to me. I had begun to position my thick rod at the entrance of her chocolate pussy. The veins had begun to pop out and the head was swollen a bit. I pushed the head into her producing a loud moan from her side. I slowly pushed the rest of my shaft into her waiting cunt. She closed her eyes. I then started to thrust in even harder. In and out and in and out. Harder and faster with every thrust I screamed her name. she was moaning and telling me how good it felt. I told her how long I had dreamt of having her here with me. “Ohhhhhh,” she screamed. I felt her pussy tighten. Her warm juices coated my cock. I then let out a loud groan.

“Shit,” I screamed out. My cum erupted into her sweet black pussy her gorgeous cocoa breasts jiggling. I collapsed on top of her. I then rolled over. I looked up at the ceiling. “Megan, I love you,” I said. She sat there quiet. I looked over at her. She had fallen asleep god she was so sexy when she slept. I bit my lip again. I kissed her full lips and I told her goodnight. I then took her in my arms and I fell asleep that way. My last thoughts were of her. God she was sexy…

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Babes

Artos came the next day, and he and the men spent much of the afternoon in conference; but it was only later I learnt what had happened. Such things were not, then at least, for women.

There was almost a sense of disappointment across the next few months. From my trip to the Saxon lands I had expected something to happen; but nothing did. Merlin’s prophecy that the Romans would withdraw was not fulfilled, and my life more or less went back to normal; much to my disappointment.

My mother was curious as to what had happened in the Saxon lands, but I was not forthcoming. She looked at me curiously several times before, finally, as we were finishing making bread, breaking down and asking me outright:

“Carwen, are you still a Virgin? Did you have sex with men while you were abroad?”

I was able to reassure her that I had not had sex with any man, but she remained dubious.

“It’s just that you are different, the sort of different a woman is after her first experience of sex.”

She was an acute observer, my mother, but I was not telling her what had happened; I did not think she would have understood.

I did confess my sins to Fr Gregory, who heard my confession as though he did not understand what I had said and told me to say a dozen Hail Marys; which I duly did. It was only later that it occurred to me that he did not understand what I had told him. Still, I had received absolution, and that was what mattered.

As we moved into Advent, I helped Fr Gregory as usual. Literacy was not common among us, though most soldiers understood enough to count their pay and read their orders, so I helped him prepare for the Christ Mass. I used to read the Christmas story to the children, and would talk with him about the meaning of the Christ child and the Nativity. He had inherited a good library from his predecessor, Fr Symeon, who had taught me to read, but Fr Gregory was no reader. He liked to have his way and would take no questions from his flock. I did not like to question him too closely, as it was clear to me he was none too clever. His insistence that Jesus was a man and therefore not God by nature seemed to me plainly heretical, and the collection of readings left by Fr Symeon pointed quite clearly in the other direction, But I was a woman, and women were not allowed to comment. But I made sure the children were taught the ancient truth passed on to me by Fr Symeon of blessed memory.

That Christmas was a special time. Artos was home, and having both my brothers there, and my father and mother made it a happy time. As the baby of the family, I was duly spoiled, which I loved, and the men were more than satisfied by the feast mother and I cooked, We invited Fr Gregory and his housekeeper to join us, and afterwards men from the garrison came and joined in songs and drinking.

Drink makes men’s habits loose, and the way Owain tried to get his hand up my tunic displeased me; but my father’s strong right fist put paid to that. I was happy to serve the men with wine and food, it was part of the duty of the hostess, but unlike some women, I was not tempted to offer them more. I was not sure that the housekeeper should have been sitting on Fr Gregory’s knee, but there was no rule against it. My mother told me to “calm down,” and by Christmas night all was mellow and calm.

I felt restless, and walked along the path outside the fort. There çanakkale escort were sentries for the two mile radius, so I was in no danger, but I wanted peace and solitude.

The night was not too cold. From a distance I could see the lights of the fort and the noise of the revellers, and I felt, suddenly, very alone. I missed Berta. I thought of her often, and wondered what she was doing.

Suddenly, to my surprise, I saw in the darkness a figure approaching. I knew I could call a sentry, so I was not over-concerned; perhaps the mead had calmed me too much.

“Hail Carwen, what are you doing here?”

I recognised the voice of Merlin.

“Seeking solitude, since you ask,” I smiled, though he could not see that.

“Do you see the night’s sky, over in the east?” He pointed with his staff.

I followed where he pointed and, of a sudden, there was a pin point of light which grew bigger, with a tail, and as it got closer it illuminated the darkness so I could see Merlin’s face.

“It is the omen,” he said, “you will see.”

That was all he said. He walked on, and I stood there transfixed.

So it transpired.

It was toward the end of the year, not long before Easter, that we received a message that a small troop was coming from Camulodunum. Everyone was spick and span when the news came that it would be the Governor himself.

Lucius Septimus was a stern, handsome man, and he inspected the troops carefully, MY father was pleased when his men were praised for their turn out. But his message was less welcome.

“Men, Rome is withdrawing to defend its own borders from the enemies, and of course, every soldier who wants to come with us is welcome to, as is his family. We go by the end of April, so there is no time. Centurion Artos will take your names.”

There was consternation. Merlin had been right.

Some men volunteered to go, but my father was not one of them.

It was a sombre mood that evening as we dined.

After dinner I asked my father what was to be done.

He looked at me.

“That information you and Merlin brought back from the Saxon lands prompted us to plan. You are a clever girl Carwen, so I shall share it with you.”

The plan was that Artos, my brother, had put together a cavalry force in each of the seven garrisons in the east, and would, himself, lead a flying column which could move swiftly to intercept danger. The Saxon shore forts like Garrianonum would be the bases from which the force would operate, and they would provide security for the ordinary folk.

We waited.

A few days later sails were spotted, but the ship at the front carried the sign of a parley, a white flag. As it hoved into the harbour I recognised two familiar figures, Edwin and, my heart leaping, Berta.

My father was soon closeted with Edwin, which left Berta and I free. I took her down the little-trodden path by the reeds, near the nests of the marsh harriers. We sat, holding hands.

“I missed you, Berta,” I said.

“As I did you, little one.”

“What brings you here, not, I assume, just me?”

“Well, to be truthful, it is for you that I came, but Edwin brings a proposal which I hope your father will consider.”

I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me back, and pushed me onto the grass. Learning above me, she pulled her tunic down, releasing çeşme escort those wonderful breasts, and before too long, I was playing with them, my lips fastening onto her nipples, sucking and kissing, drawing both nipples to their full length, one by one.

“You do that so well, little one, you know what pleases me.”

She was right, and knowing what pleased her I slid down the bank until my face was under her tunic. She pushed her gooey sex onto my face, wearing no drawers, it was easy. Rejoicing in her scent and taste, I began to lap at her, my hands still playing with her nipples. She rode my face, hard, She ground her wetness into my mouth, and I lapped at her.

My tongue, tube-like, slid between her long lips, which parted to deposit their wetness on my cheeks, their soft silkiness caressing my face like a lover’s kiss. As I slid my tongue deep, my nose pushed against her bud, and she moaned.

“Oh, Carwen, Carwen, you little devil, what do you do to me?”

I loved her moaning and redoubled my efforts.

She rode me harder, and I rubbed her bud from side to side with my nose. She began to gasp loudly before her whole body convulsed, and she came hard and wet on my face, gripping me between her powerful thighs.

As she calmed down, I cleaned her, I knew she liked the feel of my tongue there, but softly.

She kissed me.

“I smell good sweetness,” she sighed as we kissed.

“You do,” I said, “but they will be looking for use and I ought to get back, but first!”

So saying, I stripped off my tunic and plunged naked into the sea, giggling at her as she used the sea water to wash between her thighs.

“There,” I said, doing my mermaid impression, “now no one will know what I have been up to.”

It was a warm day, and by the time we were back at the fort I was more or or less dry, though my hair hung in rats’ tails.

“What on earth have you been up to, Carwen?”

I answered my mother’s question innocuously, telling her that I’d been showing Berta where the harriers had their base. She looked sceptical, but let it pass.

Over supper, my father told us what Edwin had wanted, which was to establish some Saxon settlements in our lands. The assembly debated it hotly, but in the end accepted it. There was, after all, plenty of land, and if we gave them some, it would lessen their desire to take it by force. If there were Saxons living locally, then, it was hoped this would lessen the the chance of others raiding us. It was agreed to give them some lands to the north of the estuary which the Romans had abandoned; the marshlands were similar to their own country, and they would make a better fist of farming it than we ever had.

In the course of the next few months many Saxon ships sailed into the estuary, and though most of the settlers went into the Halvergate marshes, some wished to settle south of Garrianonum, and having yielded once made it hard not to give in again.

The one advantage for me was that Berta settled in the marshes with some of her sisters. They established a temple on one of the small islands, and I would swim out there from time to time where we would renew our love.

For a while the idyll continued, but with every fresh wave of Saxons, tension increased. Unlike us, Saxons liked big fields and needed lots of land for their cattle, and where they did not have it, diyarbakır escort they would encroach on our lands. I am not sure that Edwin ever did anything to stop this, but by the autumn it was becoming a problem.

It came to a head just before the Christ’s Mass.

A deputation came to my father to complain that some Saxons had taken land that was not theirs, and when our people had protested, the Saxons had pelted them with stone, injuring two of them. Coming, as that did, after several reports that our women were being molested by Saxons, it was time to act.

My father went to see Edwin, but his attempts were in vain. It was clear, my father said, that Edwin had little control over his fellows. Our people demanded action, and when my father counselled caution, they were scornful. George, who had long questioned my father’s tolerance of the incomers, led a cry for action, and disregarding my father pleas, they went south to burn the settlements of the Saxons there.

Fewer came back than went. The Saxons were formidable fighters, and gave better than they got. Our men burned down a couple of farmsteads, but at the cost of half a dozen of our own. It was only the action of my father in calling out the Guard which stopped things escalating. Met by a squadron of fully armed troops, the Saxons decided to turn back.

My father and Edwin managed to calm things down; but they were never the same again.

I would go out to the island secretly and talk with Berta.

I asked her what was to be done, why, I asked, could we not just live in peace. She laughed:

“My darling one, men cannot live in peace. Whatever your Christus says, for men the question is alway ‘who will be the master,’ they are not like us. You Britons have what they want and in the end they will take it all.”

I was sad. She hugged me.

“For me, little one, all the Britannia I wish to conquer is in your small but perfect form. Come here.”

As she pulled me to her, I yielded instantly, limp in her arms. However much men wished to be conquerors, I was content to be conquered.

Berta’s kisses were warm and passionate, and has her hands roamed over my body, I responded eagerly. By the time she was massaging my small breasts, my nipples were already stiff and crinkled, and my legs had parted to allow her access. It was just how were were. It was not so much an act of submission as a recognition that she loved to lead, and on occasions such as this, when she bent all her arts to my pleasure, I was hardly going to object.

As she sucked on my nipples I moaned, even more loudly when she slipped two fingers into me. The feel of her nakedness against mine excited me, and soon my leg was between her thighs, and we began to rub out wetnesses together; the intimacy was intense. The more we rubbed against each other, the wetter and more excited we got. As I began to orgasm, she joined in. The feeling was the best ever.

“Why,” I said as we cuddled in post-orgasmic bliss, “can’t our two peoples’ get along as we can?”

“That, my darling,” Berta replied, “is because we are not ruled by women.”

Snuggling in I felt her warmth.

“I am happy to be governed by you, Berta.”

“That’s only because I give you all you want!”

I smiled:

“Glad you see my tactics, darling one!”

“I see your titlets, come here!”

And so saying, she took me again.

We lay together that night, and as dawn came up, I kissed her and, sinking into the cold water of the estuary, swam to shore.

As I got to the fort I could see there was a disturbance. Not all Britons and Saxons had spent the night at one.

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

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Pup Training

“Oh, little pup, you really don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into now, do you?”

The vixen smirked as she stalked around her victim, the dim bedroom light shimmering off the gold glitter she’d brushed into her russet coat – solely for an extra edge of expense. Sal’s victim, however, failed to enjoy the effect, blindfolded on her knees with a spreader bar keeping them nicely apart for her attention. The vixen giggled, a wicked little smile pulling at her lips. It had been a long time since she’d gotten to play with such a cute little wolf. But they were always better once they were completely and utterly broken into obedient little puppies.

Yinx sucked in a breath, heart pounding as those teasing fingertips ran over her shoulder blades. It was far from an erogenous zone, but deliciously erotic all the same when teased to the point that it seemed that the lightest touch to her clit or breasts could send her freefalling into soaring bliss. Had it been hours or less than one since she’d been bound, arms in a sleeve behind her back and tail hitched up and cuffed to the collar snug around her throat? It didn’t matter. Time ceased to matter as she listened to the click of those high heels, breath catching in her throat as she tried to anticipate what would come next.

Yet she had never been one to guess correctly.

Pussy slick with her own arousal, it was not to be Sal’s focus as the vixen crouched, leaning over so that her long, black hair brushed against the sweet wolfess’ muzzle. Shivering and whimpering, Yinx leaned into the feather-light touch, which disappeared as swiftly as it made itself known to her.

But she was not to be left alone without the warmth of a feminine touch, even if it was followed by a cooler one pressing up beneath her tail. Tensing, the wolf automatically tried to lift herself away from the rounded tip of what could only be a dildo of some kind, but it was not to be escaped as Sal pressed down hard on her shoulder, keeping her from squirming away.

“Ah-ah.” Yinx could imagine just how the dominant fox’s face looked as she wagged her finger, reprimanding one who simply could not help herself. “Now that simply will not do…”

The meaning behind that sly little statement became clear as a shove to her mid-back sent her tumbling forward with a yelp. Yinx braced for impact, but her chest only hit a soft cushion, evidently placed there in the nick of time by her teasing ‘abuser’, her oh so very pleasurable abuser.

“There… Now, isn’t that better?” Sal crooned, petting the top of the wolf’s çanakkale escort head as if she was a common dog, a family pet. “Wriggle as much as you like, pup. You’re not going anywhere until I’m good and done with you.”

Yinx whimpered, but otherwise swallowed any complaints that she may have had, though it would have all been for play, her passiveness in a situation that deliciously took away every drop of control she may have possessed. For she was possessed by another, at least for the evening, as that lubricated dildo nudged up again to her anal ring and bore down, slowly but surely.

The wolf clenched her teeth, striving to relax as she knew she should. It was slippery with lube, but she offered a little too much resistance as Sal pressed the flat of her paw to the base of the toy, murmuring soft encouragement as she eased it in. It wasn’t as if she was going to be denied, however, and continued her pleasurable assault as the strain blossomed into pleasure as the toy ground up against some of the most sensitive spots inside her tail hole.

Head lolling back, Yinx whimpered, twisting and trying to yank her tail out of the cuff. But whether she was trying to wag it or clamp it down over her buttocks would not be seen with the appendage so neatly pulled up out of the way. Her cheeks burned. That her tail hole was so exposed was simply another dose of humiliation that sent a hot flush down her neck, that twinge of need in the pit of her belly rising to a fever pitch. For she needed it as much, if not more, than Sal was keen to deliver it.

“Relax, pup. It’ll go easier.”

Running her fingers through the fur atop the wolf’s head, the vixen murmured softly, helping her through taking the toy all the way to the base. Yinx exhaled, believing the ‘worst’ of the fun, for it was still fun, to be over. It would be pleasure from there on out with the stretch and strain of taking the dildo eased from her mind.

Sal, however, was right there to dash those hopes. Working the dildo in and out slowly, as if she was actually going to tease the wolf to a sweet climax, she pressed the tip of a finger to Yinx’s clit, lips flickering with a smirk.

“And this isn’t the largest I have for you tonight. Don’t think you’re getting off easily, pup.”

Rolling her shoulders back, she cracked out her knuckles with a soft moan of relish, the toy wedged deeply into her pup of the evening.

“Or, if you’re getting off, it’s going to be multiple times.”

Gasping, Yinx swallowed a moan as the toy was dragged from her, anal ring trying to clench down on it as if to keep it inside for just a little longer in lieu of what was to come. But there was no hope of that and she whined plaintively as her passage was left woefully empty, squeezing down on nothing as her pussy dripped lewdly. It shouldn’t have been possible for her body to show her arousal so viscerally, çeşme escort but she shuddered and groaned loudly as her juices trickled over her clit, air coolly caressing the nub of pleasurable flesh.

“There’s a good pup now…”

The dildo was withdrawn, only to be replaced by something thicker, gradually widening out from a more tapered tip. She whimpered and rocked her hips, but that was about as much movement as she could manage, bound as she was, and she was still helpless to escape as the canine-shaped dildo pushed under her tail. The stretch was not quite as great, at least until Sal ground the knot up against her anal ring.

Groaning, Yinx clenched her jaw, holding in her pants as Sal kneaded the spot in the small of her back, where her tail connected to her body, bearing it in slowly but surely. The knot teased, forcing her forbidden entrance open, and Yinx gasped loudly, tongue lolling out as she fought and struggled to allow it in.

“Easy now… It’s coming.”

And it was. Her sore tail hole stretched and stretched to take the widest point of the knot – and then it popped in all in a rush, slipping swiftly up to nestle inside her tail hole as if it belonged there. Yinx grunted, eyes watering with the lick of pain, and tried to arch her back further, nostrils flaring with the need to pant, yet holding it in the best she could. After all, she didn’t want to disappoint Sal and the vixen had said she had so much more to give her than two dildos and one, admittedly thick, knot.

“There now, isn’t that better?”

Kneading the base of the toy, she wiggled it deep inside the wolf’s rump, letting her feel the strain as she lazily circled Yinx’s throbbing clit with the very tip of one finger. The wolf whimpered and squirmed, tail tugging, but Sal only laughed softly and thrust the toy in deeply, working it back and forth in the shortest, deepest thrusts she could manage. Every last inch of the toy filled the poor wolf, who whined and arched as pleasure tingled through her body.

“One more, shall we?”

And then the toy was pulling back and back, the knot begging release that Yinx fought to give, both eager for what was to come and reluctant to feel the emptiness that such a toy would leave forlorn in its wake. It took some wiggling, but Sal eventually worked it free, a lewd slurp of lubrication begetting its freedom.

Yinx groaned, her anal ring gaping as she was left empty, on the edge of climax and wanting for what was to come. She didn’t have to wait long, blessedly, as Sal chose her next toy, the thickest one of them all.

“Relax now… I’m not stopping until every last inch of this is buried inside you, so do try to be a good girl and take it all, won’t you?”

It wasn’t really a question the wolf could or wanted to answer and she panted heavily as a toy with a blunter, more rounded tip pressed against her already diyarbakır escort well-used tail hole. There was no question as to how thick it actually was as it did not taper out from that tip and she twisted her head from left to right, nose pressed into the foot of the bed as she breathed in short, sharp breaths. Sal kneaded her buttocks soothingly, retaining the pressure on the toy until, at last, the wolf’s tail hole gave in, allowing entry as the firm silicone pushed in.

Yinx gasped, every nerve-ending on her boy on fire. How could a toy do that to her? Far from feeling as if she was too full, the stretch proved delicious and, even as Sal drove it in deeper, she tried to rock back against it, stars bursting to life and dying a moment later on the inside of her lowered eyelids behind the blindfold. It pushed in deeper and deeper, that chord of pleasure drawing tighter and tighter as she groaned and gasped, trying to find the point at which true control would no longer be hers at all.

Chuckling wickedly, Sal gave her buttocks a spank and a light squeeze, only to make her clench down on the shockingly large toy. Yinx shuddered deliciously.

“Every inch, puppy, now aren’t you set on being a good girl?”

It wasn’t a question that she was supposed to answer and neither could she as Sal teased over her clit and pleasure clutched at Yinx’s mind. It was not the slow build of orgasm, like heat rising to boiling point in the pit of her stomach, that she’d been expecting, but a raw push into ecstasy that sent her head spinning out of control, yelps and whines bursting from her lips with a passion that surprised even her.

For a moment, she lost all sense of herself, only coming to when the blindfold was abruptly swept from her eyes. Yinx groaned, arousal soaking the fur around her pussy and the spot of carpet between her legs, blinking rapidly as the bedroom swam into focus, the bed with violet sheets and the matching rug that someone had said was gaudy but perfectly fit into her sense of decor. Her chest pressed over that rug, pillow tucked beneath her chest, and she groaned, wriggling her rump to feel that toy shifting inside her, too big for a moment as her tired tail hole squeezed down around it.

The vixen grinned and blew her a kiss, the white tip of her tail twitching back and forth in a sweetly flirty fashion that did not quite seem to match up with the latex gear she’d adorned her slender frame with.

“Ready for round two, pup?”

Sal laughed, throwing her head back in a flash of white teeth as Yinx panted and groaned, still seeming to be floating above her body in the moments after that bone-shaking climax.

“What am I saying? It’s not like you have a choice in the matter!”

The vixen cackled madly as Yinx closed her eyes, tail hole clenching on the, so far, thickest toy of them all, stretched to what she’d thought was her limit and being, by no means, done at all.

She’d needed a dominant who would challenge her limits. Breathlessly, Yinx smiled, yipping her readiness as Sal dug through the toy chest for her next toy of choice.

She wouldn’t have wanted the session to go any other way.

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